#MARK WAVED AT MY FRIEND AND I CAUSE WE WERE GETTING WATER AWAY FROM THE CROWD

[iattachtooeasilytocartoons]

I am so surprised i got these but all four of Lovejoys members today at the 97x thing!

[stvrnzcherries]

› BRUTAL

c. sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: Chris got into a fight with his girlfriend Paige and you comforted him until things led to another...

warnings: dom!chris, angst, smut, fingering, degrading kink, make out, pet names, cheating, alcohol, use of y/n, throwing up, toxic relationship.

word count: 2.4k

You were at a house party that a few friends of the triplets organized. You were near the drinks table with Nick and Madi while Matt, Chris, and his girlfriend Paige were on the other side of the house. The thing is that you’re drunk right now and you can't help but stare at Chris, the way he caresses Paige's waist, the way he leans to whisper dirty little things to her, you want that, you want to be the one that he says those things, you want to be the one he can touch, love, crave for.

And it killed you that she was perfect and you felt like you would never be like her.

Little did you know...

“Y/n!” Nick snaps you out of your trance waving a hand across your face.

“Sorry, sorry! What were you saying?” You asked while you kept glaring at Chris’ direction.

“Do you want to play beer pong with us?” He asked once again

You nodded and that's when you saw Chris leaving with Paige upstairs.

Ouch.

This shouldn't be affecting you this much, but it hurts like hell. You can’t even recall when you started to feel this way about him, but it drove you crazy.

“Sure, but I kinda need some water…” And that’s when you felt it, your stomach turning, feeling the lump forming in your throat, this was the moment where your decision to get drunk would make you suffer the consequences for it. Kneeling on the floor, wrapping your arms around your stomach, feeling the acid making you gag, your first instinct was to pick up your cup and throw up on the inside, If you were going to humiliate yourself, the least you could do was to not make a mess on the fucking floor.

Feeling the sensation wear off slightly after literally throwing up your intestines (or at least that’s how it felt) you tried to stand up. Failing miserably, causing Nick and Madi to pick you up and rest your left arm around Nick’s shoulders and your right arm on Madi’s shoulders, trying to carry you to the bathroom as fast as they could.

Chris' POV

I went upstairs with Paige since she needed to talk to me. I think I’ve never felt so anxious in my life as I do right now. That’s when we got there and the conversation in reality was just Paige complaining about a trip I was going on with my brothers in a few days. “I just don’t understand why can’t you stay here with me!” she yelled.

“I already told you a few weeks ago that I’m not canceling another trip with my brothers just because you feel like not letting me go, you’re not my fucking mother to tell me where I can go or not, what I can do or not! Because guess what, Paige, I can do the fuck I want.” I snapped back, making Paige turn around and slap me harshly, leaving a red mark across my cheek.

I held my cheek, not feeling slightly shocked anymore since this started way back ago, I could tell by her face that she regretted it instantly.

“Chris, baby…” she tried to place her hand on the spot where she marked, making me pull away from her touch.

“And now you just gave me more reasons to go on that fucking trip,” I added between sobs, trying to hold back the tears, turning my back to her.

"Please, don't leave me… I can fix this..." She gripped my arm.

"As far as I remember, you mentioned the same thing last time we fought." The resentment showed up in my voice, but I couldn't help it. How could someone so perfect turn into a complete monster? How can someone hurt someone they love?

And when I left the room, I would rather not see her face or hear her voice.

Y/n’s POV

You were in the bathroom throwing up while Madi was making you a ponytail and Nick rubbed your back. This night couldn’t get any worse. “Shit,” Nick murmured as you let your head rest on his shoulder, feeling way better than how you were.

“What?” Madi asked, her voice sounding tense.

“Matt just texted me we’re leaving right now.” You sat up straight, panicking, “What do you mean? I thought we all agreed to go until 1:00 AM…”

He scratches the back of his neck, “Yeah, well, there’s a change of plans.”

You checked your phone, and it was only midnight, “You guys should convince Matt if we can go in 30 minutes?”

They looked at each other and then back at you, “We won’t leave you here, y/n.”

“I’ll be fine, guys don’t need to worry about me.” You smiled at both of them.

Nick shook his head. “I’ll just text Chris to ask him if he can try to convince Matt to let us stay a little longer.” He spoke as he started to type on his phone. “We’re not leaving you here alone, end of the conversation.”

"Alright, Dad," you replied jokingly, having as a response an eye roll from Nick as he was about to laugh.

Thirty minutes had passed, and the three of you were still inside the bathroom waiting for Chris’ answer. “Did he text you already?” You asked as you rinsed your mouth with some mouthwash to get rid of the disgusting sour taste you had.

"Yes, and he's giving me a headache already!" Nick answered as he kept texting back and forth with whom you supposed was Chris, "He won't stop being a fucking baby, and it's bitch complaining to me that Matt keeps insisting that we have to go now."

"Well...maybe we should try to—" You got interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door, you all looked at each other confused.

As you open the door, you see a long-haired brunette and a pair of pretty blue eyes.

It was Chris. His eyes seemed puffy and a little red as if he were crying. “Is Nick here?” Anger was plastered on his face.

That’s when Nick stood up and opened the bathroom door, “What the fuck, Chris? Can’t you do a simple task?” causing Chris to scoff “And you clearly can’t read. I texted you back saying that Matt didn’t give a shit about you guys needing more time. He wants to go now.”

“Did you explain to him that y/n is not feeling well right now?” Nick snapped back, crossing his arms.

Chris rubbed his face with both his hands before scanning your entire face. “Isn’t she okay now?”

“Chris! She could barely walk by herself a few minutes ago, why’s is it so hard for you to do a fucking favor and ask our brother to give us some time?!” Nick answered, his voice rising.

“Because I don’t understand why the fuck you guys need more time, y/n look completely fine, and you’re making a huge fucking deal out of it!” Chris’ voice also got a little louder.

“Because it will be a fucking huge deal when she’s throwing up all over the fucking car!” He shouted.

Chris’ jaw clenched.

“Then why don’t you ask Matt, since it’s such a big deal, huh?”

“Fine, I’ll fucking go and instead you and y/n will stay here while Madi and I sort this out since it’s so difficult for you.” Nick left the bathroom, Madi following his pace as Chris moved out of the way so they could get out.

“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to—” Chris shut the door behind him and looked at you, tears forming in his eyes. Your first instinct was to hug him.

He just cried as silently as he could. You guessed that alcohol hits him differently than it does to you. He dragged you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist, and you began to stroke his hair. “Everything’s going to be alright, Chris.”

“No, it’s not, I’m a fucking burden to everybody and,” His sobs getting louder than before. “First, I fought with Paige and now Nick.”

You pulled back to look at his face, pulling his chin up so he could look at you, “You’re not a burden to no one, Chris.” You said, “You’re like the sun, and when the sun comes out, everyone smiles.” You kept talking, caressing his right cheek with your thumb, “Besides, whatever you and Paige fought about was just because she was drunk, it’ll pass.”

He just nodded and then rested his face on the crook of your neck and kept crying a little.

A few minutes had passed, you and Chris were sitting on the bathroom floor, laughing and talking a little.

“You know, If I’m being honest…I kind of envy Paige.” You said while looking up at the ceiling.

“Why?” Chris replied, furrowing his brows slightly

“Because she’s so beautiful and I’m not…” You admitted.

“Well that’s not true, you are really beautiful too.” He looked at you and smiled.

Beautiful, he called you beautiful.

A buzz sound came from Chris’ phone, he picked it up and looked at the screen. “It’s Nick.”

“What he said?”

“Matt accepted to stay a little more.”

“Excellent! This means I can finally get out of this bathroom.” You stood up and fixed your dress a bit, offering a hand to Chris.

He took your hand and stood up, as he was looking at you. His eyes shifted from your eyes to your lips.

And that’s when you noticed how your faces were just inches apart, feeling his breath hitting your face softly. “Chris…”

“Y/n…”

His palms were resting now on your cheeks, your mouths almost touching, “Do you want to kiss me, hm?” He suggested, grazing his lips against yours teasingly, causing you to shiver a little.

Of course, you wanted it, but was it right? Will he regret it? Will you regret it?

Something snapped you back from reality, cold hands running on your lower back down to your ass, gripping it slightly, “I asked you something.” His voice shifted to a demanding tone.

Fuck it.

You crush your lips against his. At first, it was sloppy, both fighting for dominance, he kept his grip on your ass, gripping it harder. Making you gasp.

And that’s when he gets the chance to slide his tongue inside your mouth, taking control of the kiss. Your body pressed against the cold marble sink that was right behind you, his hands now resting on the sides of your hips. Chris picked you up from your thighs and sat you up on the bathroom sink. Lifting your dress to reveal your black laced panties.

His hand snaked down to your inner thigh. His kisses lowered from your mouth to your jaw and then to your neck. His fingers finally got to your heat, your panties soaking wet. “You’re so wet for me.” He whispered, causing you to whimper a bit. He pulled your panties to the side and began to rub in circles your sensitive nub, whimpers coming out of your mouth. Shaking breaths, your hands gripping on the sink, your knuckles getting white.

“You fucking like that, don’t you?” Chris asked through gritted teeth, applying more pressure on your clit. You nodded but that made things worse, “You better use your fucking words, y/n. Or else I’ll stop and leave you all alone.”

“Y-yes, I l-like i-it.” You handled letting out. Chris smirked and kept stroking your clit. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, your head resting against the mirror wall, feeling the wave of pleasure consuming you. “Fuck…”

But then, the pleasure stopped. You opened your eyes and looked at Chris, he was smirking at you while he sucked his fingers, guiding them back to your throbbing pussy. Slipping them inside you, painfully slow. Your walls clench around his fingers, your legs squeezing with each other, a loud gasp coming out from you. Chris began to pick up his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you “Just like that, keep making those pretty noises for me like a good girl.” He groaned, intensifying his speed with each thrust.

He looked down where his fingers were working their way to bring you over the edge, you let pornographic moans out of your mouth, giving Chris what he wants.

Control.

“You look so fucking pathetic right now.” He grabbed your chin with his free hand and forced you to see him, his eyes darkened and full of desire. “Don’t you think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me? You fucking slut.” Chris whispered to you, pumping his fingers mercilessly in and out of you. “You wanted this? You wanted me to finger you?”

You nodded desperately, feeling the well-known knot forming inside of you, you were about to come. “I-I’m so c-close,” you mumbled. “What was that?” He gripped your chin tighter. Your hands grasp tighter on the bathroom sink, your climax getting closer and closer with each thrust. “Don’t stop, fuck.” You spat, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt finally getting to the edge.

“I won't.” He replied, getting closer to leave a few hickeys on your collarbone and the crook of your neck. That's when you felt your release “Fuck!” a loud moan coming out from you, your walls clenching around Chris’ fingers. Your juices flooded all over his fingers. Chris took out his fingers, a popping sound as he did. Your chest goes up and down violently, and your breath is heavy.

He looked at his fingers then at you, “Open your eyes, now.” You open your eyes slowly to get the view of Chris cleaning out his fingers until there isn't a single drop of your juices around his fingers. “You taste so fucking good, ma.”

What the fuck was going on tonight.

You were in the backseat with Nick and Madi, gossiping about tonight's party “It was fun.” Nick admitted.

“Yeah, I think I’m not going to parties anymore,” Matt added.

And there was Chris, glancing at you a few times before they left you at your apartment.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, alright?” You said to them as you waved at them.

You're finally in a quieter place, where you can think about what just happened tonight with Chris.

It finally happened, you finally got what you wanted with Chris and even more.

But it wasn’t enough, you craved for more.

But then, reality hits.

He was still with Paige, and you were just a distraction to him.

Or that’s what you thought until…

You got a text from someone.

It was Chris.

a/n: not the best one-shots ever but here you go!!! Lmk if there are any mistakes!

Tag list: @sturniolossss @tillies33ssss @chrisloyalgf @alorsxsturn

[robinsno1lesbian]

Have we thought abt cowgirl!robin yet?? Cause….im thinking about it….thinking about it hard…specifically the “wear the hat ride the cowboy/cowgirl” rule….-🍓

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 - 𝐑.𝐁.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: getting lost in the desert doesn't seem that bad when a pretty stranger on a horse offers her help... 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6668

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), mention of alcohol, nipple play, oral, strap-ons, light spanking, not a warning but i want to clarify that cowgirl!robin has a southern accent and if you're imagining anything other than that you're wrong, let me know if i missed anything :) 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: save a horse, ride robin buckley. that's all. also @maladaptive-day-dreams & vix helped with the creation of cowgirl!robin. the ending is sort of rushed because I wrote it on my phone, sorry in advance!!

getting lost in the desert wasn't what you had planned when you left your home early this morning.

you'd been on your way to visit friends across the states and had chosen to go on a solo road trip to get there.

people did advise you not to go all alone and, looking back at it now, you understand why.

yet earlier this month, when you were planning it all out, it seemed like a great idea to do this on your own.

you had marked the route on maps, had done as much research as the small town you were living in offered, had gotten your stuff ready and packed the car up only a couple of hours ago, kissing everyone goodbye before leaving.

it isn't even your fault, when things starts going downhill:

your car has given up on you, its engine giving nothing but a pathetic little noise whenever you turn the keys.

and even if it was working like it should be, you have no idea where you are.

the map that you've opened over the steering wheel is not helping one bit. all its many lines and symbols are capable of doing is confuse you further.

you try to memorize all the turns you've previously taken as you trace the tip of your index over the paper but ultimately end up somewhere that can't possibly be right.

"fuck, fuck, fuck" you mutter to yourself as you crumble up the map and throw it onto the backseat. this won't help you anymore.

you bring a hand to your forehead and wipe away your sweat-stained hair. 

the heat is stinging where the car has stopped and, with the sun currently at its highest point up in the sky, there is no lowering of the suffocating temperature in sight.

you look around for what must be the fifth time, somehow still hoping that a town will magically appear somewhere on the horizon. or a telephone booth. or anything that could help you out right now.

but there's nothing.

just the seemingly endless and empty highway ahead, stretching out farther than your eyes can see.

you're lost and desperation slowly settles in. you have less than half a bottle of water left and you're also running short on gas.

circumstances which are definitely concerning considering your current state.

in your head, you're already trying to recall any and all survival-in-the-wilds-advise anyone has ever given you throughout your life. that is when you finally do see something.

it is just a silhouette against the beaming sun at first, but the closer it gets, the clearer becomes the image of your unknowing savior.

"holy shit, holy shit-" you immediately jump out of your car, burning your hand on the heat of the door and far too desperate to care about how stupid this must seem to others.

you're waving your hands at whoever person is riding their horse this close to a highway until they eventually notice you.

the relief that's washing over you is quickly replaced with utter surprise when you realize who is on the back of the horse.

the person in question is wearing denim pants, tight around the thighs and looser on the lower leg, as well as a blouse that is tugged into said pants. right over where a belt sits proudly.

she is wearing a hat to protect her head from the heat and the most cowboy-looking boots you have ever seen all your life.

there's even a damn lasso attached to the belt, used for god-knows-what, a picture that could've very well been straight out of your fantasies.

and even though the sight of it catches you by surprise, you can't help yourself but bite your lip: this woman is gorgeous, with freckled skin and long hair in a braid.

the horse comes to a halt a couple of meters away and she swings off of its back in what has to be the most attractive thing you have ever seen.

"someone's gotten lost i see...?" she calls out from afar, arms crossed over her chest as she steps closer in big steps.

"y-yeah i- uhm-" you stutter, taken aback by just how tall she is when she stops right in front of you. "my car has sort of given up on me....i was just- i'm on the way to visit friends and, well I guess it couldn't handle the hear...or something?"

"i see..." she smirks "want me to take a look at it? i ain't no mechanic but i know a thing or two about cars"

you can't even find the words and just nod helplessly. this has to be the most attractive woman you have ever seen.

"alright," she gives a wink and walks right past you to open the hood of your car.

concern creeps through you as smoke rises up from the engine but it is quickly replaced with a tingling sensation through your whole body when she leans over and the shirt rides up her back and reveals part of her skin.

this is not the time to thirst over a stranger, you remind yourself, but your eyes are practically glued to her body and the way it moves.

after a minute or two the woman turns around and shakes her head apologetically.

"i won't be able to fix this here" she explains, voice raspy in ways that make it hard to focus on her actual words. "but i could take you down to the farm and try again?"

normally, you would not let a stranger take you to their home without anyone knowing your whereabouts. but you're desperate. and getting murdered by a handsome cowgirl seems like a much better way to go than dying of starvation or because of the heat.

so you give her a nod and she smiles, as if she'd been hoping for you to say yes.

"we're gonna have to come back for your car" she speaks. "my horse isn't enough to drag it all the way to the farm. but i'll take care of it, don't you worry"

"uh- thank you" you mutter. "i- i would really appreciate that"

"of course" she turns around and walks towards her horse, swinging herself onto its back again. "you coming sugar-?"

"oh-" you surely hadn't expected to ride to the farm she has mentioned. but you suppose there's no way around that now. and besides, you would probably do anything to hear her calling you sugar again.

you take the hand she's offering you, one foot in the stirrup as she pulls you over the animal's back. your movements are less smooth than hers have been, from the endless practice she must have with this. but she watches your body nonetheless, obviously checking you out while you swing your leg over the horse's back.

"may i ask for your name?" she asks sweetly, head turned to look at you.

"y/n" you speak with a painfully obvious shake in your voice. "y/n y/l/n"

the woman nods her head. "robin buckley" she, robin, introduces herself.

"alright y/n. just hold onto me real tight okay?"

you do as she asks, arms wrapping around her lower half. you fight back a gasp when your fingertips sense the hard muscle under her blouse.

a shaky breath falls from your lips nonetheless and you're praying that she hasn't heard it or simply blames it on the fact that the horse starts moving with a click of her tongue.

either way, she has heard something. she turns her head and gives you a grin that has you weak in the knees.

⋆

it doesn't take long until you get to the farm she has mentioned. it takes even less for you to feel a strong sense of -what?- comfort around her...

robin surely knows how to wrap a woman around her finger and you wonder if you're the first who falls for her charming way of being.

judging by the way she leans in closer, her eyes wandering down to glare at your lips while you share a bottle of something stronger than you've ever had, you assume that you're not.

she has kept her promise and got your car for you once she has dropped you off at the farm, telling you to make yourself a home while she was out.

you took the time to inspect the place, walking around the living room and looking at the pictures up on the walls.

the house she lives in is spacious and comfortable and still, it is the perfect reflection of her. wooden walls and furniture and yet everything has a modern touch to it.

it's perfect.

when you first got here, you spotted stables as well which had you wondering how many horses she owns aside from the one she was riding before.

there are many things you wish to know about her. maybe that's just the effect her voice has on you, raspy and husky from the bit of alcohol you have shared already. but either way, you are genuinely interested in finding out more about that woman.

has she been with other women before? have they sat with her the way you are right now? has she kissed them, put them up against the wall or taken them to her room?

somehow that doesn't bother you one bit, because at the end of the day, this woman has saved you, she's done plenty for you already. and yet, after she has picked you up like an idiot who got lost and took you to her house, she still seems to want you.

her strong arm finds its way around your shoulder almost naturally as she speaks about god knows what.

you don't even pay that much attention to the words but much more to the sound; the rasp and occasional crack of her voice sending heat waves down your body.

of course, you knew of your attraction to women before but this woman specifically only solidifies the attraction. or, if anything, is worsening it: just the sight of her, the way her legs are slightly spread and one hand rests on her thigh while the other lays upon your shoulder has your heartbeat picking up its pace and the wetness between your own legs growing.

"enough about me though" she concludes "tell me some more about you, sweetheart"

her lips wrap around the bottle and she takes a sip, throat moving when she swallows the liquid.

your eyes are still focused on the way her mouth looks around the bottle and you raise your voice to speak.

"well there's not that much really" you shrug and draw your legs up to your chest, sitting down sideways on her large couch.

robin watches you attentively nonetheless.

"i- i suppose there's not that much to know about me, it's not like I'm much of an..adventurer? like you are-"

robin grins and passes you the bottle.

"you're calling me an adventurer?"

"you live on a farm!" you exclaim "with horses and...and you have a lasso and- and all that cowgirl stuff. so, yes, i am"

"well I've never been called an adventurer before" she chuckles "but i do think you're interesting, y/n. and i wanna know more about you"

"you do...?" you ask, genuinely surprised.

"of course i do!" she nudges your shoulder. "come on. surprise me"

surprise me.

god, how do you surprise a woman like robin buckley, who seems to have seen it all before?

"i-" you consider the question for a second and then drop the very first things that comes to mind. "i have...never had an orgasm during sex before"

robin's brows shoot up the second these words leave your mouth, obviously surprised by the sudden turn this conversation is taking.

soon enough, her expression turns into one of utter satisfaction with what you have said, a smirk settling on her lips.

the silence that follows, aside from that amused chuckle she lets out almost immediately, seems too pressing and you know you have to do something about it.

"what?" you grin, feeling a sense of boldness around her.

robin, still chuckling for most parts, manages to reply anyway: "nothing sweetheart, it's just- it's not some sort of magic to make a pretty girl like you cum, is it?"

you shrug yet again.

"well, tell that to my ex"

her tongue moves to the inside of her cheek in thought but it has you squirming at just how good she looks like that.

"what I'm saying is" she leans forward and places the bottle of the coffee table "you deserve better than that"

your breath hitches in your throat when she leans back in and wraps a strand of your hair around her finger. robin is much closer than before and you can feel her breath on your skin, coming in warm, short puffs.

when your eyes meet hers, you can practically feel your own pupils blow.

her gaze falls upon your mouth and her tongue darts out to lick her own lips before she looks back up at you.

"why" you breathe "think you're better than they were?"

"oh" she chuckles "i know i am"

and for some reason, you already know she is. you're just dying to find out how much better.

every second that her lips aren't on yours seems to stretch out endlessly. you scoot down the couch slightly, closer to her and let your own eyes gape at her mouth shamelessly signalizing her that you do want this.

that this is more than just a little bit of flirting and playing around.

“can i kiss you?" robin rasps.

"i thought you'd never ask" you answer immediately and pull her against you by the cheeks.

the first thing that you are able to notice is the way she tastes; her lips are so much softer than you had imagined and have a hint of nature on them, though it is hard to place.

it tastes like summer, like wind and the freedom she has out here, in the best ways possible.

her arms wrap around you while she is kissing you and push you around until you're straddling her lap.

getting manhandled by a handsome woman like her sends arousal to pool between your thighs.

her mouth never leaves yours and if it does, she always makes sure it finds its way right back against yours, kissing you in a determined way.

like she wants you, you think.

with how she's grabbing at your clothing, hands roaming your sides and fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath, you're certain she actually does.

it's not long after your first kiss that you part your lips, hungry for more.

robin gets the sign, of course she does, and licks into your mouth experimentally, awaiting your reaction.

your hands come flying around her body and you hold onto her for dear life as she starts making out with you with her back still leaning against the couch.

robin's tongue still tastes like the liquor you've drank before and you want more of it, tongue sliding against hers more passionately, silently asking for her to give you that.

"god robin" you gasp eventually "please take off my clothes"

"you sure, pretty girl?"

a frustrated groan leaves your lips when you take matters into your own hands and pull your shirt over your head, revealing your breasts for her.

you haven't put on a bra this morning, wanting the carried to be as comfortable as possible. you don't regret that choice, if anything you feel even better about it now, considering how the woman beneath you is staring at you.

"oh wow" she breathes and her voice is carrying some cracks with it at the sight of you.

her hands brush over your chest, hardly applying any pressure at all but enough for you to let your head fall back.

"touch me"

that is all it takes.

her palms meet your breasts and her fingers squeeze them, still a bit too gentle for your liking nonetheless.

there is a look of awe and desire written all over her face while she's studying yours for any kind of reaction to the way she is touching you.

she toys with your nipples, holding them between her thumb and her index.

"don't-" you hiss, eyes closed and lips agape "don't be so gentle with me...show me that you want me"

"fuck" robin curses and you grin "are you sure you know what you're asking for, doll?"

you do open your eyes at that if just to emphasize your point.

you flutter your lashes at her and whisper "ruin me" against her lips.

she keeps her eyes on yours and gives your nipples a harsh tug. she is rewarded by a lewd moan and your tightening grip on her upper arms.

"i see" robin raises a brow "you really are desperate, aren't you?"

"oh shut up" you lean back down and kiss her lips .

"shut up?"

"yeah" you hate how breathless you sound already "shut up and fuck me"

"that can be arranged"

and suddenly her mouth is all over you while her palms on the little of your back keep you from squirming when her lips wander down your neck. you're sure the way she's sucking will bruise. you might just want it to.

but it's all nothing compared to the way they feel when they wrap around your nipples.

"fuck" you cry out when she licks over them before she sucks them into her mouth.

robin repeats the action a few times, making sure to leave one hard and never without the attention of her flicking fingers when she moves to the other.

"what a sweet girl you are" she mumbles, mouth full of your tits and smiling at the way you're grinding down against her thighs. "tell me what you want again"

"you know what i want"

"i know" robin hums "but i wanna hear it from you"

you roll your eyes, your brain is hazy with want for her and at this point you would do anything to feel her touch on you, to feel her inside of you.

"fuck me".

"see? good girl..." she leans back and runs a hand through your hair.

you look positively fucked out already, lips puffy and sure and nipples covered in the wetness of her saliva.

"alright" robin puts a hand on either side of your hips "let me take you to bed, yeah?"'

your legs are weak when she helps you up, shaking in anticipation when she guides you up the stairs that lead to the second floor.

both of you can't stay far from the other though, constantly stopping to kiss heatedly. for a second, a moment of weakness, really, you doubt you'll actually make it to the bedroom: robin lays you down right on the stairs and shoves a leg between your thighs, clearly eager to test how far you're willing to go right now.

you grind against her and the moans echo through the whole house.

just a moment later, you can't recall just how it happens, you're on your feet again and she is dragging you upstairs and into the room.

it's a spacious one really and her bed is large and looks all too inviting right now.

you grab her by the collar and pull her against your half-bare body and she follows you, kicking the door shut regardless of the fact that you're all alone in the house.

you understand soon enough though, when she presses you up against it and shoves her tongue past your lips again.

her hands on your hips are keeping you upright but they are probably the only thing to do so.

your gasping and whimpering turns into unhinged moaning when her lips find their way down your body again, this time without stopping at your breasts.

she sucks a trail of marks down your body until her mouth reaches the waistline of your shorts. robin is kneeling in front of you, her chin resting against your bare belly as she looks up at you.

“can i take these off?"

you bite your lip and nod; her mouth had been skillful with your nipples already and you wonder about the magic it'll do between your legs.

her fingers make quick work of the zipper and the shorts drop down your legs and pool around your ankles before you step out of them and kick them aside.

robin runs her palm up your thighs, her gaze following the way her hands are taking in amazement.

"you're so gorgeous" she finally speaks and you bite down on your index "so, so fucking gorgeous, god, i got lucky"

and with that, she starts kissing up your inner thigh, occasionally letting her tongue dart out to lick over your flesh.

"can i taste you?" she rasps when her nose is almost nudging against your panties.

instead of answering her, you hook your fingers around the hemline of the panties and push them down, leaving you entirely bare and exposed to a very much fully-clothed robin.

somehow you don't feel exposed though. you feel almost like you want to be seen by her watchful gaze.

robin smiles at you before she lets her eyes drop to your bare cunt. you can feel where your wetness is sticking to your thighs, the cold air of the room hitting the wet spots in a way that makes you shiver.

"oh god" she runs a hand through her hair to get the bits of bangs out of her face, probably a distraction to what robin is about to do.

and then, as if she has been reading your mind, she throws a leg over her shoulder and licks a long stripe all the way through you, gathering your arousal on her tongue and moving ti upwards to spread it around your clit.

you smash your head back against the door almost forcefully and cry out for her, your fingers tangling up in her hair to ground yourself.

"you taste so fucking good" robin says from between your thighs.

her mouth is right where you want it and she seems to read your body language just a little too well, reading into each and every jerk of your hips, every moan and every slightest gasp.

the second she dips her tongue into you is when you nearly lose it, the wet and velvet sensation hitting you with so much force that you could've fallen over the edge right then and there.

it takes everything within you not to.

"you like that? when i'm inside you?"

your brain can't seem to form a proper sentence and so you just nod over and over, hoping she'll get it nonetheless.

robin does.

she leans back, her chin covered in your wetness that is glistening under the light, and smirks up at you.

"don't worry precious, i'm gonna be inside you soon enough alright? just gotta help you relax first"

and by that, robin means actually making you cum.

it's strange, really, how it seems so easy with this pretty stranger you've met mere hours ago. how she seems to know your body better than you do yourself and how she actually wants to make you feel good.

soon enough, you're so close you feel it in every nerve of your body. she is lapping at your folds relentlessly, coaxing sweet moans and loud squelching noises out of your body.

you didn't even think you could ever cum on someone's mouth.

oh how wrong you were.

"robin..." you murmur, eyes rolling back in your head for her "i think...god i think- fuck"

"don't you worry, doll" she smiles and presses her tongue flat against your clit "just cum for me. you can do it. cum all over my face, come on, be a good girl"

these words are enough to push you over the edge, sending you into the best orgasm of your life.

you pull her closer against your cunt, releasing all over her mouth.

you can feel your release flowing out of yourself but robin doesn't let a single drop go to waste, licking it up until you're squirming from the overstimulation on you.

"fuck..." you finally groan after a minute of catching your breath "that was- fuck"

"i told you i could do it" robin says and gets up from the floor. you really did make a mess of her face, your cum spread on her chin and the tip of her nose.

you lean in and kiss her, tasting yourself on her.

it's obscene really, how much it turns you on to have your own wetness on her lips and tongue. how your cunt immediately clenches around nothing, longing to be filled by robin, regardless of the fact that you've cum just now.

she chuckles when you moan into her mouth.

"didn't have enough yet?"

"fuck no-" you answer, hips jearking forward to chase her touch.

"it's okay, shh" she hushes you "i got you pretty girl...remember what you said? i'm gonna make sure to ruin you"

you gasp when she grabs you with a sudden sense of roughness and makes you sit on her bed.

"now" robin whispers against your lips "be a good girl and wait for me okay?"

you nod and she smiles before she turns around and walks towards her closet. you can't help but watch her every move, delighted to see it when she starts taking off her shirt, revealing her back to you. you would ask her to turn but your voice would probably die in your throat, so you just sit there and watch her as she strips out of her clothing.

robin bends over and you bite your lips. god you're helpless.

but how could you not, when the muscles are flexing on her upper back, giving a slight hint to the power she holds, the power she could potentially have over you if she wanted you.

a power you can't wait to get your first taste of.

but these thoughts leave you when she turns around, revealing herself to you.

she is still in a plain black bra and boxer shorts but it's more than enough. your eyes wander over her and you visilby gulp.

you weren't mistaken when you felt the abs on her stomach earlier on this day and there is a thin layer of freckles all over her skin.

she is without the shadow a doubt gorgeous.

then your gaze falls upon the item she is holding out suggestively. it's one you have never gotten the chance to see from up close but you were lying if you said you hadn't fantasized about it countless times before.

"fuck" you whimper.

robin grins and shakes your head "i knew it...you want me to fuck you with my strap?"

"please"

"it's okay" she assures, fingers working on attaching the harness to her body already "don't worry sweet girl, just sit there and look pretty while i attach this one alright?"

you chuckle and nod your head.

"yeah, i can do that" you bite your lip and she looks up from where her fingers are working.

robin's fingers work with the harness with ease, strapping it all up in it's destined position until the toy sits where it is supposed to.

your mouth waters at the sight of it.

"like that?" she grins and steps closer to the edge of the bed until she is practically towering above you.

you visibly gulp when robin reaches for your chin and tilts your head so that you're staring up at her. her features shimmer golden in the light of the sun that floods through the window at the other end of the room.

you can't help but feel a little bit exposed, sitting on the bed of a woman you hardly know without any clothes on.

a soft blush creeps up your chest and her eyes catch it immediately.

"what is it? are you okay? you know we can always stop, right?"

"no!" you exclaim, your voice far to desperate for your own liking. "i- I mean- uh- no. just a little...self conscious, i suppose"

a smile softens her features and she turns her head to the side in thought, her fingers still holding onto your chin.

"it's okay, we can take things slow if that's what you need...?"

you think about this for a second but ultimately end up shaking your head. there's something about being in this vulnerable position beneath her that does things to you. something you haven't known yet but definitely also something you would like to know more about.

"I don't need slow"

"oh?" robin smiles as if that's exactly what she'd expected. "well in that case..."

she reaches around herself, to where her bedside table is, and grabs another hat, similar to the one she wore before: a white, big one that falls over your eyes when she puts it on you.

"here" robin rasps "like this you'll feel less...naked"

you chuckle when it covers your eyes, against all odds of this situation, but robin joins you in the laughter and softly pushes it further back.

"now" she finally speaks, a look of adoration in her eyes. for someone you have just met today, you really want to get to know her better. you don't want this to end once your car is fixed. somehow, as strange as it might be, you wish to be here for longer. who knows, maybe you'll purposefully hide some of her tools when she tries to fix your car?

"be a good girl and help me get this ready for your pretty pussy okay?"

the words catch you off guard and have you visibly gasping.

when you finally gain your composure back and nod for her, robin steps into your space and reaches around your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull you close.

"open up, pretty girl" she taps the tip of her strap against your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

you've never done this before, not for anyone really. you've never thought you would ever want it this much.

eager to obey, you part your lips for her. robin uses the hold she has on the back of your head to pull you down against her until your lips are nearly touching the base of the toy, your mouth taking it all the way.

you moan around it at the new sensation and robin rewards you by running a hand through your hair.

"you take it so well" she whispers and looks down at you in amazement, watching the toy disappear in your mouth with each thrust of your hips.

at one particular deep thrust, you can't help yourself but gag around the silicone cock.

the noise mixes with a strange sound of pleasure and it's clear that you're enjoying yourself like this.

"fuck" she groans and her lashes flutter. "just like that, get it all wet for that cunt of yours...just like that"

you can feel yourself drooling but robin makes sure to wipe it from your chin.

she pulls out of your mouth eventually, eager to finally fuck you. a string of your saliva is connecting your lip to the toy and it's glistening with your spit on it.

"look at that" robin whispers proudly and strokes through your hair "i'm not even gonna need any lube. you got it all wet for me"

you nod your head eagerly, unable to form a proper sentence at this point.

"i think you've earned it, haven't you? sucked on my strap so good, you deserve to be fucked with it now"

she walks around the bed until she can crawl on it behind you. robin sits down with her back against the many pillows and spreads her legs slightly.

you turn your head and shiver at the sight.

"fuck"

"come here" she smiles and taps her thigh "come here and ride me"

you don't have to be told twice, immediately scrambling up on the bed to face her.

you’ve already forgotten about her hat that is still on you.

when you do so, ready for her to ruin you, robin gently shakes her head.

"not like this" she says and puts a hand on each of your shoulders "turn around for me".

robin gives you a slight shove but it is enough for you to understand. so she really wants you to ride her filthy.

god this woman is going to be the death of you.

you do as you're told, turning around so that your back is facing robin’s front.

the woman runs her fingers down your spine until they can firmly rest on your hips, just above the sell of your ass.

“robin” you whine pleading “please!”

“you want something huh?” she rasps from behind you and you can feel her leaning in until her lips are lingering by your ear. you also feel the strap attached to her body, its bulge pressing against you firmly.

“then be a good girl and take it”

you take this an invitation to reach out, taking the spit soaked strap in your hand and lining it up with your dripping entrance.

“hmh” robin hums, pleased with what you’re doing. “just like that”.

slowly, you lower yourself onto the toy. robin’s deep, shaky inhale sends a soft blush of pride upon your cheeks.

you don’t have much time to focus on that, her strap now buried deep inside your aching cunt. you take each and every inch greedily and it is sucked in with ease.

until finally, you feel robin’s thighs on your skin and the base of the strap pressing against your entrance.

“how is this sugar?” she hums, her nails scratching over your skin slightly.

“so good” you exhale, adjusting to the fullness.

“i know” robin murmurs, followed by sweet praise and slow, sensual strokes over her fingers up and down your sides.

“robin!” you exclaim when the woman behind you suddenly jerks her hip forward, causing the strap to press up against your inner walls just right.

your hands reach out, desperately trying to find something to hold onto.

they rest on robin’s legs in front of you.

“you take it so well” robin whispers softly “i’m gonna make you feel so fucking good you hear me?”

her hand lands on your ass slightly more forcefully than before, a small smacking noise echoing through the room.

your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth falls open as a moan you can’t hold back falls from it.

“oh you like that?”

“hmh” you nod your head, far too desperate to feel embarrassed about the confession.

robin doesn’t mind though, she just chuckles before her palm meets your ass again, harder this time.

“fuck-“ you cry out and your head falls forward against your chest “fuck me please”.

you slam yourself back against her at the same time as you speak, leaning forward until only the tip is still inside and then taking it all the way into you again.

you never knew it would feel this good to be fucking yourself on a pretty woman’s strap.

her hands ghost over your back again, dancing up your ribcage and eventually finding their way to your waist. that is where they stay as she pulls you back against herself, supporting you with each thrust.

“oh my god” you moan “y-yes! yes fuck- harder!”

robin chuckles from behind “you want it bad yeah?”

your head is spinning with pleasure, your previous orgasm still rushing through you while the next one is already approaching. it’s coiling in your lower body, ready to snap if you just get a little more.

“robin” you babble “fuck me harder robin please, god, please”

one of her hands is placed upon your ass while the other is dragging you back against her over and over again, helping you through the thrusts.

“oh my-“

you grip her legs harder, your nails digging half moon shapes into her freckled skin.

the strap hits all the right spots inside of you and your clenching around it only sucks it further in with each time she pumps it into you.

“so close” you whisper finally “so fucking close robin can i- please let me touch myself fuck”

“do it y/n…fuck you look so fucking pretty when you ride me like that” robin pants. she sounds breathless, proving that your actions are affecting her just as much.

you just groan and push yourself against her again before you use one hand between your legs, rubbing your clit all while you’re bouncing on top of her.

the headboard of the bed is banging against the wall, causing a noise that can be heard through the entire house.

the whole bed is creaking underneath your bodies, that’s how forcefully you’re throwing yourself back against her.

it only takes a few more clockwise circles of your index against your clit and deep thrusts into your cunt to send you over the edge.

you choke out a lewd scream when your orgasm hits you.

your head drops forward, causing the hat to drop into your face again as you feel yourself gushing around the toy that’s fucking you through your release.

you hardly notice when robin mumbles “holy shit” as you make a mess of the strap, her sheets and her lower half even.

“fuck fuck fuck” you mutter, over and over again. your body is shaking and your breathing is heavy and labored.

you can’t even find it in you to feel embarrassed for what you’ve done. either way robin doesn’t seem to mind, judging by the way she’s glaring at it in amazement when you turn your head.

you chuckle breathlessly and lift your hips just enough for her to pull out of you.

your arousal sticks against your thighs when you close them and turn around to lay on top of her.

“come here sweetheart” she whispers approvingly. “fuck you did so good for me”

robin wraps her arms around your sweat stained body and takes the hat off of you to wipe your hair out of your face.

“so good” she repeats and places a kiss to your forehead.

“do you need something? a water? anything?”

you smile at how considerate she’s with you but shake your head.

“just- can we stay like that? for a bit? please?”

now it’s robin’s turn to chuckle.

“of course we can. it’s okay, you can rest alright?”

and, oh you will, but by now you’re certain you want more than that. you want to stay. screw your plans, because you can’t leave robin behind just yet.

your plan comes back to your mind; stealing her tools so she can never fix up your car, not until you want her to.

maybe you’ll do that. or maybe you’ll just ask her if you can.

maybe you will know once you have rested like robin has suggested.

her arms sure are comfortable and your body is exhausted…

before you even know it, you’re fast asleep in the arms of robin buckley.

[gyllenhaalstories]

UN PARI À PARIS — SUGAR DADDY!JAKE 💗

summary: the title translates to a bet in paris. because jake’s doing a bet and you’re in paris... i’m so smart, oui oui.

warnings: established sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, curse words, smut (daddy kink, mild degradation, pussy spanking, finger sucking, public sex, penetration, creampie). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 3600

photos credits: me @/gyllenhaalstories / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i’m coming out of my cage and i’ve (not) been doing just fine (and neither does this fic because it’s a mess)... but come on barbie!jake, let’s go party! 💗 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

Jake grabbed the small water bottle from your hand and drank a sip. “I just got an idea.”

You slowly turned your head to the right and studied his face. Not even the wind caused by the fan you waved before your face could hide the mischief that was written all over his features. “Oh no.”

“Oh oui.” He smiled from ear to ear, wrinkles spreading at the corner of his eyes that were partially shielded by the thick frames of his sunglasses. He placed the bottle on the chair, in the spot between his open legs. “We’ll make a bet.”

You slid your sunglasses down on your nose, looking over them. He did the same, causing you to smile. “Go on.”

“Remember how you didn’t want to be here today?”

“I wanted to be here,” you corrected him, hoping he knew that you enjoyed the opportunity to attend such a big sports event, “I didn’t want to sit in the sun for hours.”

“That’s exactly what I said: you didn’t want to be here.” You rolled your eyes. “So, I thought we could bet on how we’ll spend the rest of the evening once the game is over.”

You quickly glanced behind Jake’s shoulders, his friends were chatting in French. Something about the colour rose, you assumed they were discussing how Jake’s Barbie pink shirt clashed with pretty much everything in the court.

“If Djokovic wins,” Jake spoke, catching all of your attention again. “We go straight back to the hotel...” You mirrored Jake’s smirk as he paused, both of you knew what he intended with that silence. “But if the Norwegian player wins, we’re going out for dinner” he mouthed the words ‘with them’, his thumb in front of him and pointing back at the couple without raising suspicions.

“That doesn’t make sense.” You frowned. “That’s not even a bet.”

Visibly disappointed, Jake asked you why.

“We both know Novak’s gonna win. Everybody knows that.”

“I didn’t know you were a tennis connoisseur. That’s hot.” He leaned forward to capture you lips in a kiss.

You kissed him back. Then, you pondered at his bet for a minute, honouring the reflection time it took him to come up with such a plan. “My bet is on Djokovic.” You answered with a firm nod, stretching your hand out to shake his.

Jake enthusiastically shook your hand. “Mine too.”

You rolled your eyes again. You set down the fan to cross your fingers, some extra superstition was more than welcome if it could avoid an extra late dinner in a crowded restaurant where people would argue about the winner of the French Open.

Jake nudged your sides with his elbow, glowing in all the pinkness of his shirt. “We look good together.” He leaned his arm on your thighs, resting a possessive hand on your knee which brought you to scoot closer towards him.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You sure did look good together. You reached to his neck and fixed the pendent of his silver chains, placing it in the middle where all of your hickeys and love marks had sadly faded away.

“That  guy better fucking wins or else.” He flexed his neck, making it crack a little bit to release some of the growing tension. Needless to say, he would have a hard time turning his head left and right to follow that stupid neon green ball around. He would rather have his eyes glued on you the entire time and get out of the court before the second set.

*~*~*

The tension. It was unbearable.

Each ace, each quick sneaky hit, each grunt from the tennis players made you squirm on your uncomfortable chair and it made you wish this would all come to an end quicker. Just give the man his obnoxiously giant trophy so Jake and you could get ahead of the crowd. However, you still tried to enjoy the game, not that you paid much attention to it.

Jake and you  were playing your own game of back and forth, of testing the limits of  what would tip you over the edge. You stroked his arm, brushing your finger tips over his skin until you left a trail of goosebumps despite the heat outside. Jake’s hand would rub up and down your thigh, always reaching dangerously high. You had to remind yourself to adjust your skirt constantly. He would squeeze your knee, your leg, your thigh — basically whatever he could touch and not be called out for public  indecency. He let you press yourself against him, or wrap an arm around him so that you were impossibly closer and just toying with his chains to stop yourself from kissing his neck.

You were quite proud when he popped open a button from his shirt. Whether it was from the heat of the weather or the heat from his body and his desire to take you right here and there barely mattered. You were gladly surprised how he lost composure before you, so much so that he had to pull out his phone multiple times to send a short warning through text messages or to remind you that he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

He hid it by pretending to take a photo, but there was nothing in his camera roll that would support his alibi. Unless pictures from the previous night where he fucked you with a view of the Eiffel tower counted. You were not so sure how a blurry photo of his cum over your breasts with the twinkling monument in the background would convince anyone that you were two civilized tennis enthusiasts.

“Let’s get out of here.” You insisted as soon as the game was over and people cheered for the winner.

Jake repeated it, following you out of the section of seats. His hands were on your hips and his body pressed against yours. It looked as though he was scared to lose you amongst the sea of people — even though your VIP tickets offered you a sneaky way out. It also looked as though he was using the little friction caused by your bodies being squeezed together when someone would cut you off in the line to get some relief.

You said it again, you needed to get out of here and quick. You were not having any of the small talk from Jake’s restaurateur friends or from anyone, for that matter, who just bonded after witnessing tennis  history. You wanted out. Fast.

By some strand of luck, you avoided traffic and took a car back to your hotel. You thanked the  chauffeur, rushing out of the car where you had been kissing and rubbing  obscenely on each other. Jake paid him generously, causing the driver to shout “Monsieur, monsieur!” as he tried to give some of the money back to your man. Only, you were already on your way towards the entrance of the hotel lobby.

You were greeted by the one of the hotel managers who spoke with a thick French accent. He talked and talked and talked, something about how the building seemed empty with most of the residents having attended the French Open. You answered with nods and smiles until you excused yourself and took the lead, dragging Jake by the arm where his silver watch and bracelet made clicking noises  from all the movements.

“You’re so fucking needy for me.” Jake told you, not caring enough to lower his voice.

For a seemingly empty hotel, the elevators in front of you were occupied and smashing the buttons did not make them climb up and down faster. You noticed how Jake was fidgeting, eyes darting everywhere, as you sighed with frustration.

“Got an idea.” Jake spoke, his face buried in the crook of your neck where he busied himself by leaving as many kisses as he could in such a small amount of time — which was both a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing to feel your skin on his lips, something he wanted to do since you arrived to the world renown court.But it was a curse because it felt like he was stealing time away from what the two of you desperately wanted.

“Is it better than your bet?”

He laughed against your skin, tasting the sweat on his lips as his tongue caressed the spots he kissed hungrily. “Not at all.”

“I already love it.”

“You’re fucking perfect.” Jake smiled widely. He spotted the door that led to the stairwell and pushed you in that direction.

There were giggles that echoed in the empty room as the two of you tried to  walk up a few levels of stairs. You stopped to catch your breath and,  immediately, you had hands exploring your body.

Jake was pulling and gripping on the fabric of your clothes until he had your body pressed against his and your mouths connected by a deep kiss. One second, he had your face in his hands as his tongue danced around yours. The next second, his hands were groping your ass. He pinched your cheeks harshly, giving each one a loud slap that, too, echoed in the stairwell.

“We gotta wait until we’re in the suite, come on.” You lolled your head back and let him nibble on the skin of your neck  and cover it with open mouthed kisses. He grunted in response. “Jake —”

“Daddy.” He corrected, earning you an even harder spank on your ass to remind you what head space to be in.

“But Daddy!” You tried to stop him, nudging at him so he would recognize the risks of you getting caught.

“I  thought,” he spun you on your feet so that you were looking out the stairwell window, the busy City of Lights now before your eyes. “You said that you loved my idea, hmm?�� His left hand crept up your body and lingered around your neck before he moved it up, his thumb dragged your bottom lip down. “Did you change your mind?”

“No, I —” You were interrupted again by two fingers entering your mouth.

“You what?” His right hand pressed on your tummy so that your ass would push against the bulge of his navy blue pants. “Go on.”

“I...” You struggled to speak with his fingers filling your mouth, so you mumbled  your way into trying to say that you “don’t wanna get caught.”

He laughed at how pathetic you sounded and did not let you say another word. Instead he pumped his index and middle fingers in and out, fucking your mouth with a smirk on his lips. “Shh, it’s not good to lie.”

You felt him rub against your body, his bulge pressing between your ass cheeks and making the fabric of your skirt ride up.

“I  know you love being watched.” Jake’s hand lowered and reached under your skirt. He leaned his chin on your shoulder and whispered to your ear. “I bet that if someone walked in, you would beg me to keep going.”

You nodded, spit drooling down his fingers and your chin as he kept fucking your mouth.

“That’s right. Such a good slut, you wanna give everyone a good show.” You opened your legs and leaned forward, giving Jake access to your core that he roughly rubbed over your soaked panties. With a quick motion, he pushed your panties to the side and pressed his hand against your slick covered pussy.

You exhaled audibly when his warm hand touched your even warmer core, suddenly all of the hours that flew by as you waited for this moment became worth it. Your hips instinctively  humped his hand, soaking him up.

“Fuck yeah, suck my fingers like they’re my cock.” He grunted when you lost yourself in the moment, your eyes shut and your cheeks hollowed around his digits.

You sucked on his fingers, your head bopped back and forth to meet his thrusts and your tongue twirled around his digits. You wished it was his cock, you wished you could taste his precum on your tongue.

He slapped your pussy, you flinched and gagged around his fingers. The sound bounced back against the walls of the stairwell. “That’s my good girl.” He spanked it again. The slaps were quick, he was not even trying to make them hurt. He was just riling you up for his own viewing pleasure of watching you fall apart under his hands.

Tears leaked from your closed eyes when Jake finally pulled his fingers out of your mouth. He smeared some more of your spit over your chin as you smiled.

He moaned as you enjoyed it. He, too, enjoyed making you look so messy and pretty for him. All the expensive clothes and jewellery he gifted you could never make you look as beautiful as you did just now, and just like the countless other times he had you crying of pleasure and begging for more.

You were begging now too: for more friction on your clit, for his fingers to stretch open your dripping pussy and, even better, for his cock to fill you up.

After a bunch of other pussy slaps that made your skin tingle, Jake pulled down his pants and underwear to the middle of his thighs. He smeared the drops of precum across his tip and used his hand that was wet from your pussy to lube himself up. “I’ve been thinking of this pussy all day long.” He groaned as he spoke, brushing his tip through your wet folds.

Your legs parted even more open as you leaned on the windowsill. The two of you moaned at the same time when he pushed himself in your entrance. Your breath got stuck in your throat and the burning sensation quickly ignited your body all the way to your core.

He kept pushing, and not slowly.The desire to feel you wrapped around him paired with the urgency of being done before getting caught had Jake going faster than usual. Soon enough, your walls gripped on all of his length and he let out another loud grunt. He leaned down, the fabric of his pink shirt tickled the exposed skin of your ass. He asked you how you managed to not make a puddle at the game from how wet you were for him.

Your response only came in a long, loud moan that was interrupted by the noise of a door opening a few levels above your head.

Jake brought both of his hands to your mouth, covering it to muffle all of your noises and only let you breathe through your nose. If you both prayed hard enough, maybe the intruder would leave without catching a glimpse of the two of you.

Your bottom halves were exposed, Jake’s pelvis rested against your ass and his cock was filling you up to the brim. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt small strokes that increased in speed as the noise from upstairs faded.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Jake chuckled as he started to properly fuck you, his skin slapping on yours from his steady thrusts. “That was a close call.”

You hummed against his hands, still unable to respond.

“I felt you clenching on my cock.” He remained pressed against you and made your legs shake from both the weight of him and the weight of the pleasure that was spreading through your body. “I know you liked that.” His left hand stayed on your mouth but his left one slid down your body to meet with your slick pussy. “You like putting on a show, don’t you?”

You tried to speak the words ‘yes Daddy’ but only incoherent noises left your mouth.

His lips curled into a big smile. “That’s my good girl.”

The windowsill created indents on the skin of your arms from how much you relied on it to hold you up. You even struggled to keep your head up to look at the blurry views of the Eiffel tower and historical buildings. With Jake’s sharp and fast thrusts that kept pushing you forward and making your head bop like a silly toy and with his hand that roughly rubbed your clit from left to right, you were getting dizzy.

It took no time for Jake to get close, and for you to notice it too. His grunts were low and he breathed heavily behind you. He, too, was mumbling nonsense to rile the two of you up and take you over the edge. Praises about how you were “so fucking wet” and how “your pussy was made for this cock” resonated in the room until he stopped his thrusts for good. He focused on you.

He rubbed your clit in tight circles at the perfect speed. He let you clench on his cock and moan at the feeling of him inside you. The noises coming out of your mouth let him know he was doing everything right. He pushed the index and middle fingers of the hand that was trying — and failing — to keep you quiet in your mouth to prevent you from alerting the whole building.

“That’s it baby, give it to me.” With a few more seconds of your slick walls clenching around him, he shot his load inside of you. At that very moment, Jake was the one who needed to be gagged so he was not so loud. Ropes of cum filled you up and the grip of your pussy on him only made his cock throb more.

But you loved his noises, and you loved the way he made those waves of pleasure wash over your body as you came not long after him. Your orgasm made you dizzier than what it took to get you there. One by one, your thoughts started to come back to you and you put the puzzle pieces together. You almost got caught. There was no way you could hang out in the stairwell and take it for a second round without getting caught. Your ears started to buzz at the idea and when you tried to tell Jake that it was time to hurry up, he pulled out.

“Shit,” He ignored your whining about the sudden emptiness and adjusted your panties quickly. “Act normal.” Jake told you, the stern tone of his voice did not pair well with the sight you caught of his face that looked as fucked out as yours.

You flattened your skirt in confusion as Jake fixed the rest of his clothes. You finally realized what had caused such havoc: other people had entered the stairwell and were walking downstairs, in your direction. There was no way you would pass off as someone who acted normal in the slightest. You had spit, sweat and tears on your face and your weak knees made it incredibly hard to stand still. Even while holding on Jake’s arm and leaning on him, you were shaking like the branches of the trees outside. That breeze would have been more than welcome while you sat outside during the tennis game.

Jake laughed quietly at your pathetic attempts and, when the people finally walked besides you to go to the lower staircases, he helped you out by planting a kiss on your lips. He avoided the possibility of small talk and he also turned your brains into complete mush. That was the smartest idea he had all day.

It did not last for long. At the second the strangers were out of sight, Jake’s hand slid between your closed legs to cup your pussy over your panties. Sure enough, they were soaked and so were your inner thighs. Your felt him smile against your lips before he broke the kiss.

“Those panties are completely useless.” He stated the obvious with a light shrug. He reached both of his hands between your legs and pulled hard enough on the wet fabric to tear it apart so he could take it off for you. “You look so pretty for me, dripping with my cum like that.”

You watched him with your jaw dropped and glossy eyes while he put the ruined lingerie in the pocket of his pink shirt. The wetness would soak through it too, but you doubted that he cared much about that detail.

He grabbed your hand, his fingers still sticky from touching your panties. “Come on, baby. We’ll order some room service.” He pulled you along until you found the closest exit out of the stairwell. Neither of you were capable of using the stairs, at least not for their intended purpose. “Wanna bet on something else?” He ignored the way you shook your head in disapproval of whatever idea had popped above his head like a cartoon light bulb. “I bet that my cum will still be dripping out of you by the time we make it up to our room.”

You awkwardly walked with your legs closed and avoided looking at anything except Jake and the elevator you were headed towards. “And I bet it will have dripped down my legs.” You whispered when you got in the elevator. Much to your dismay, you were not alone.

Jake seemed content with your reply and, before pressing a kiss on your temple, he added a counteroffer to his bet. “In that case, I’ll have to add more where it came from. I need a new lock screen anyway so I’ll take a few photos of how beautiful my baby looks.”

[stupidvillainousposts]

Here's the Fic About Dipper and Mabel Sneaking Out to See Another Pack. It's Loosely Following a Somewhat Similar Storyline to the Inspired Post, but Canon to the Au Regardless (This is Post Ford's Arrival and Pre Ford's Transformation)

A Journey to the Outside World

From the moment Mabel shook him awake, Dipper should have known that today was going to be… difficult. He nearly fell flat on his tail as Mabel quite literally dragged him out of bed, going on and on about something or other Dipper was too tired to care about. She continued to go on and on, waving her arms around ecstatically with every word.

“And then we- We… Dipper, are you even listening?”

“Huh? What?” Dipper looked away from the bathroom mirror long enough to give his sister enough attention for her to sigh and shake her head. He knew that movement all too well; Mabel had actually been talking about something serious, and repeating it would result in even more excitement (since Mabel was nothing if not an expressive storyteller).

“Ugh! I was talking about the pups from the other pack that lives near the shack!” Mabel summarized her once long-winded story to give Dipper enough time to react accordingly.

A quick blink, followed immediately by realization let Mabel know that Dipper successfully processed the information, much to the pup's delight. “You were playing with pups from another pack?!”

“Shh! Papa Stan and Papa Fidds don't know!” Mabel whisper-shouted, slamming a hand onto Dipper's mouth and ignoring his soft growl. She waited to see if either of the aforementioned adults had heard before continuing with just as much excitement as before. “And yeah! They're really nice! You gotta meet them!”

Dipper shook his head, backing away and lowering his ears. “No way! Don't you remember what Papa Stan told us about the other werewolves?!”

“That the adults are impulsive and annoying?” Mabel replied, smirking as she stressed that one important word. Technicalities were always Mabel's way of getting out of sticky situations; she'd perfected searching for and latching onto any she could just in case her plans backfired. “Yeah, I remember. But these were pups. And they were quite nice, if my opinion has a say in the matter.”

“It doesn't in this case.” Dipper grumbled, setting his stance as tall as he could. “So I'm telling Papa Fidds!”

“Oh, come on, Mason!” Mabel huffed, crossing her arms to hold herself together as Dipper tensed. Mabel was testing very sensitive waters, and she knew it, but that wasn't going to stop her from pulling every thread. She watched Dipper go from aggressive to lax in a span of six seconds, smiling happily as Dipper sighed and ran a hand down his face (and if Mabel chose to avoid looking at the angry claw marks running along his arm, no one but her would know).

“I'm not… I don't want to get in trouble. Don't want us or them to get in trouble. Going off to play with random pups has too much risk factor.” Dipper nodded surely as he finished his sentence, 100% convinced that he was making the most mature and right decision.

“I dunno, what if you miss out on the opportunity to make actual friends? Not just the wall that you seem to love talking to.” Mabel goaded, twitching an ear at Dipper's quick exhale. “Come on, Dipper! I promised them they would meet you tonight!”

“YOU DID WHA-”

“SHH!” Mabel snarled as she slammed her hand back over Dipper's mouth, earning a growl in return. The duo continued on for quite a while, waiting for the other to back down and ultimately failing as Fidds pulled them apart with a raised brow.

“I have an inklin’ that I'm missin’ important details.” Fidds simply muttered, turning to Dipper and massaging the pup's ears. “What's wrong, Mason?”

Dipper opened his mouth to speak, though he paused upon noticing Mabel's annoyed eye roll. “Ah, nothin’, Papa Fidds. Guess I'm just a little cranky ‘cause someone woke me up early.”

Mabel smirked with only slight amusement, watching Fidds chuckle and place a kiss onto Dipper's head before he ruffled Mabel's hair and walked off with a soft “Silly pups” leaving his lips. “So, now that we have Papa Fidds off our tails, what do ya say?”

Dipper sighed, knowing he would regret agreeing, yet doing so anyway. He loved his sister, truly, but sometimes she got them in the craziest of situations. Somehow, though, he could never bring himself to completely blame her. Their lives were wild and slightly unbelievable at times, so Dipper understood Mabel's seemingly consistent need to explore everything, everywhere, all at once.

“Yes! Okay, tonight after Papa Stan and Papa Fidds go to sleep we'll sneak out. I told the pups to meet us in the forest.” Mabel explained.

“Of course, because nothing bad ever happens in the middle of the forest at night.” Dipper muttered, rolling his eyes as Mabel squealed before running off to do who-knows-what.

The rest of the day was fairly tame; Dipper and Mabel played some board games, watched Soos and Wendy run the Mystery Shack, avoided the attention of any humans who even looked threatening, and ate dinner with their adoptive fathers whilst also ignoring the pain and awkwardness they all felt whenever one of the pups uttered the phrase “I miss mom and dad”.

As they were put to bed, tucked in and snuggled by Stan and Fidds, both pups waited a good hour before slipping out of bed and slinking down the stairs on all fours. They stopped at the front door, waiting to see if Stan or Fidds would suddenly appear and scold them for being up so late, and raced outside giggling as they seemed to do the impossible.

The siblings laughed and gloated to each other as they ran through the forest, praising themselves on how good they were getting at stalking. They went on until Mabel stopped at a tree stump, one that was beautifully illuminated by a beam of moonlight. Dipper gaped at the sight, his tail wagging and a smile slowly crawling onto his face as he took in what he was apparently missing.

“Think that's impressive, huh? You were right, Mabel, he doesn't get out enough.” Came a female voice, a hint of superiority in her tone. She snickered at Dipper's defensive growl, clearly unaffected by his display of aggression. “Y'know, you're actually pretty cute.”

Mabel rolled her eyes, used to this type of banter from their guest. “Dipper, I'd like you to meet Niama. She's one of the pups I told you about, and it'd be nice if she showed herself instead of staying hidden!”

Niama chuckled, slowly slinking out of the nearby brush with an unreadable expression. She was fairly built, close to Wendy's height with tan skin, and brown fur making up her ears and tail. “So, you're the famous ‘Dipper’ I've heard so much about? Not sure what to make of that; you don't even look old enough to hunt a rabbit.”

Dipper huffed, puffing out his chest in clear offense. “Don't underestimate me! I fought a badger once!”

“And lost.” Mabel deadpanned.

“Mabel, you're supposed to be on my side!” Dipper groaned, blushing lightly and backing up slowly, only to find his back pressed against a sturdy chest. With a gulp, Dipper turned around, gasping at the sight of a larger werewolf looming above him.

“Hiyah.” The clearly older pup teased, doing his best not to laugh as Dipper scrambled away and bumped into Niama. “Ooh! Looks like someone likes you, Nia! Finally!”

Niama scoffed, gently urging Dipper away before letting out a soft bark and calling over three more pups, these ones looking about Dipper and Mabel's age.

“Whoa, are you three-”

“Triplets? Yes.” The only female pup of the trio sighed. “Though I wish we weren't, sometimes. Having these two as brothers sucks!”

“Ettissima, be kind.” The eldest pup chuckled, noting Dipper's interest in the girl's unique name. “Right, we haven't all been introduced. I'm Eshenari, you've met Niama and Ettissima, and those two rascals over there fighting like badgers are Horizon and Kimari.”

“Sup?” Horizon simply greeted.

“Nice to finally meet you, Dipper!” Kimari chimed before biting Horizon's arm.

Dipper gulped, overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of new faces, names, and personalities. He looked amongst the group and chuckled nervously, backing up and tripping over a loose rock before falling into a nearby stream.

The rest of the small pack laughed at Dipper, finding his misfortune more cute than anything. Obviously, though, Dipper didn't realize that; he huffed and climbed out of the stream with a scowl, shaking himself as dry as he could manage before beginning to stalk off towards the shack.

“Whoa, hey! C'mon Dipper! They don't mean anything by it!” Mabel yelped, leaping in front of her brother and frowning. “Look, I get it, you're nervous, but give them a chance, yeah? You slipped and fell into a pond, ya gotta admit that's pretty funny.”

Dipper huffed, looking back at the other pups, who seemed genuinely apologetic for upsetting him. “Fine. But if they make fun of me again, I'm leaving.”

Mabel nodded with a wide smile, leading Dipper back to the group and letting them get used to each other's scent. “So… anyone want to do some hunting?”

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The group got along fairly well as they hunted, taking turns tracking down and killing as many rabbits as they could. Dipper caught a few frogs and ate them as appetizers, ignoring the groans of disgust and claims that he was going to get warts.

 “Man, I never thought I'd be able to meet you guys before the- Um… well, so early.” Eshenari hummed, quickly noticing everyone else's questioning glances. “Say, why don't we go to the waterfall? It looks great at sunup!”

“Wait, what?!” Dipper shouted, looking up at the sky and realizing that the sun was, in fact, rising. “Mabel, we have to get home! Papa Stan and Papa Fidds are gonna kill us!”

“Not if we do first.” A low voice growled, making every pup freeze.

Two larger werewolves appeared from the shadows, one with a furious expression, and the other with a more exasperated one. They both had their sights dead set on Dipper and Mabel, who whimpered and lowered themselves onto their stomachs in respect.

“I am Dionimon, and this is my wife, Ashanami. We are the leaders of the Peravo Pack, and we want to know why you two are trespassing on our marked territory.”

Mabel opened her mouth to speak, but stopped upon noticing Eshenari shaking his head quickly.

“Mother, father; these are no mere pups. Say hello to Dipper and Mabel of the Pines Pack.” Niama introduced the duo with dignity and clearly practiced bravado.

At the mention of the Pines name, Dionimon instantly calmed down, his tail wagging rapidly and ears perked in interest. “Why didn't you say so? It's an honor to meet you both, especially you, Dipper.”

“Really? You're excited to see Dipper?” Mabel muttered, frowning at Ashanami's seemingly condescending giggle.

“Of course! It's always a great day to meet our future-” Ashanami paused as she noticed Eshenari rapidly shaking his head, clearing her throat and deciding to correct herself. “Ah, you two are quite well known. Your Pack Leaders speak so highly of you, the Vampire especially speaking of the incredibly intelligent boy!”

Mabel grumbled, letting her chin plop into the dirt. She rose a brow as Ashanami hummed and made a gesture for Mabel to lift her head back up.

“A lady should always be presentable, even when showing rightful respect.” Ashanami claimed, looking at the sky and making an odd noise. “You two should head back to your den. Surely the lovers are worried about you.”

“Oh! Right!” Dipper gasped, leaping up and gripping Mabel's shirt to lead her away.

“Remember to accept your punishment with dignity!” Ashanami shouted as the pups ran off.

“Weirdo.” Mabel muttered, glad that Dipper grunted in clear agreement.

As they returned home, Dipper and Mabel looked around for Stan and Fidds, believing that the coast was clear and sneaking back upstairs. With one last step, Dipper opened the door, whimpering and cowering at the furious glares Stan and Fidds were giving from the middle of the room.

“We…” Dipper paused, trying to come up with an excuse and finding none. So, in an act of what he would admit as cowardice, Dipper shoved Mabel into view and smiled nervously. “Mabel can explain everything!”

One betrayed look and two scoldings later, and Dipper decided that he was never going back outside to meet those pups again.

It was a lie, and he knew it, but it was nice to pretend while he still could.

[mediocrecowboyhat]

Set in sand - Chapter 14

We mark the year 1934 and a peculiar journal falls into your hands. It's telling the tale of an outlaw and the downfall of a gang. Some pages are torn and others are downright unreadable, but nevertheless, you are still able to make out some parts of the tragic story.

With the help of a certain time traveler friend of yours, will you be able to save the author of the journal or will you be the cause for his demise?

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Word count: 3.8k

TW: end-game spoilers will be mentioned very early on in the story, 18+ MDNI, sexual themes, violence, gore, death, misogynistic themes (anything that happens in the game as well), she/her pronouns, this chapter has an animal dying in it in case you're a bit sensitive to that

Two weeks have passed now since the incident with the O'Driscolls and things have gone back to how they used to be. Except for your friendship with Arthur that is. It's not a too noticeable change, but there has definitely been a shift in the dynamic between the two of you.

You can feel it in the fleeing, yet lingering touches. How his knuckles would brush over yours when he passes you or how the tips of his fingers would apply a soft pressure on your skin, leaving the spot feeling as if it's on fire afterwards.

You can see it in his blue orbs when they'd meet yours over the camp fire. How you'd lock eyes with each other while standing on opposite sides of camp or how his gaze searches for yours whenever you're close by.

All these small acts leave a warm sensation in your chest that has you grinning like an idiot. At times you'd feel like an absolute buffoon, because he only has to say one word to you and you'd be floating on clouds.

"Jesus, get a room.", Sadie would snarl annoyingly, but at the same time jokingly, whenever she catches you smile the silliest of smiles.

Even now you can't go one day without talking to the outlaw. You cross the camp to walk over to the pier where he's sitting at and scribbling away in his journal. You can't help but wonder what he's writing in there or perhaps it's another drawing. Is it about you perhaps?

"Look who's all better.", you call out to him and lean against one of the posts keeping the wooden structure standing. "I suppose I can't talk you into resting for another week."

Arthur closes the journal and takes his hat off, placing it in his lap. His calloused hands fidget with it, fingers tracing over the rim.

"Nah, can't do. I got work to do, stealin' family jewels and such.", he answers with his lips curled up into a half smile.

"Of course you do." Your gaze wanders over to the river. The large body of water is a constant reminder of the decision you made a while ago.

For a short time you were worried that you might regret chucking Francis' device away, but all you feel is relief. Relief and content. There is no responsibility looming over you and with throwing away your return ticket, you have simultaneously gotten rid of your anxiety.

It's refreshing and light as if you had slid a heavy winter coat off your shoulders to welcome the warmth of an upcoming spring with open arms. Or maybe you're just full of shit and have been exaggerating everything this entire time.

"I will actually also be busy today, I'll have you know.", you say and Arthur raises his eyebrows in fake bewilderment.

"Really now? And here I was, afraid that I might have put you out of a job with my recovery.", he says, earning a soft chuckle from you.

"I saw Beau the other day and he invited me for a small chat this afternoon. You're very welcome to join me if you're interested."

He shakes his head and waves it off. "No, I think I'll pass."

That doesn't come as a surprise to you considering how it went last time with the young Gray and his (not so secret) secret love affair. Arthur probably wants to avoid sneaking around and delivering letters again and you don't blame him for that.

"I'll see you this evening then.", you say and he stands up with a low grunt.

The bullet wound must still hurt at least a little bit. He does his very best to hide it, but you can see it in the small things. It's the details, the little cracks and nooks where the truth leaks out, but you also know that he'd rather get his other shoulder shot at as well than to admit it.

Arthur stands before you, his hand twitching, longing for yours. "Try to stay out of trouble."

"I always do.", you respond with a knowing smirk. As much as you actually try to stay out of it, it somehow still finds you as if it's naturally drawn to you.

Just as you are a natural at getting out of it unscathed. Most of the time at least. He returns your smile and nods as he places his signature cowboy hat back on his head. "Sure."

With that you walk over to the hitching posts and get Penthesilea ready for the small trip. You can't wait to ride out with her again. It's been an awfully long time with you not sitting in a saddle.

She greets you cheerfully and you make your way towards the Gray manor. It's a beautiful day today with the sun being so high up and the birds chirping away. Much to your relief, the roads seem to be pretty empty as well as there are no other travellers crossing your path.

Even the Gray residency shows a lack of activity, but you assume that it must be Sean's and Arthur's doing. The sight of the burned down tobacco fields fills you with a grim feeling.

Yes, it is quite the jab against the supposedly rich family, but now the workers are out of jobs as well. You can't imagine that Tavish Gray, the head of the family, would keep them around when there's no use of them anymore.

A sigh escapes your lips as you approach the manor from the front where only one guard is posted this time. It's a surprisingly young lad who can't be a day older than 18. You had no idea that Mr. Gray even employs guards this young.

"I'm here to visit Beau.", you tell him and he studies you through narrowed eyes. He squares up his shoulders as he approaches you slowly, taking in your appearance.

You can't tell where this sudden hostility is coming from or perhaps he's just being too eager. He might be the type who'd want to prove himself to his boss and colleagues, especially at that age.

"Who are you?", he asks in a rather demanding tone and you stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

There was a time where someone like him, holding a rifle like that, would have intimidated you, but not anymore. By now you know that you'd outsling him without a doubt. With a polite smile on your face, you give him your name and hope that Beau has mentioned you and your meet-up to the security. 

"You can find him at the stables."

As you signal Penthesilea to move, the young man lifts his hand and you raise your eyebrow in confusion.

What is it now?

"I need you to leave your horse over there.", he tells you, pointing at the opposite direction and you give him a puzzled look.

"Why?"

Obviously he isn't too fond of your questioning as his nostrils flare up in irritation. "We have some new security measures. Just do as I say, Lady."

His rude tone rubs you the wrong way and as much as you'd love to stay here and argue with him, you know that it would be foolish. You shouldn't get on either family's bad side. Not while Dutch and the others are trying to stay on good terms while exploiting them.

So you do as instructed and leave your Andalusian at the spot he pointed at and go towards the stables on foot. You still remember the layout of the property from your last visit, but it's not too complicated anyways.

After reaching the stables, you spot a familiar mop of brown hair and you lean with both arms against the gate. The wood creaks under your weight and Beau turns around.

His entire face lights up as his eyes fall on you and he stretches out his arms. "You're here!" Then he peeks over your shoulder as if he's searching for something. "I assume our friend didn't want to join us?"

"No, he's busy.", you lie and Beau turns his attention back to the horse he was brushing before your interruption.

"I just have to finish up some things 'round here if you don't mind.", he tells you over his shoulder which makes you shake your head.

"Take your time." You eyes scan the area to make sure no one is eavesdropping. "Listen, what is it with that extra security measure here? The guard at the front entrance was acting like a dick."

At that Beau shrugs. "Hell if I know. My family doesn't tell me what's goin' on most of the time and it's not any different now."

You had hoped to get a better answer from him, but it still doesn't surprise you.

"Must be the tobacco fields.", you mutter to yourself.

It would only make sense to be more cautious after that incident, but then why would they only post one guard? And such an inexperienced one like him as well? The more you think about it, the less sense it makes, but maybe you're just overthinking it.

After all they made Dutch, Bill and Arthur deputies on a drunk whim. That alone tells you that they don't tend to think things through.

"How are things with you and you know who?", you ask, leaving Penelope's name unspoken intentionally.

Everyone and their grandma might already know about the two young lovers, but you still want to at least try to keep it a secret. The sigh Beau let's out doesn't sound too good.

"It's not goin' too well at all after my cousins saw me at the rally.", he answers and the corners of your mouth drop a little.

You can't say that you didn't expect it, but it's nevertheless, sad news. You really like the couple. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's nothin' new. I guess."

Then you hear voices approaching and you exchange wide eyed looks with the young Gray.

Quiet now.

You can't be dropping the Braithwaite woman's name with people around. It doesn't matter whether they're part of the family or ordinary workers. By the sound of it, it looks to be the latter.

"I'm tellin' ya! They all picked up their guns and rode off to town.", one of them says with the raspiness of a dedicated chainsmoker.

The other sounds way smoother in comparison. "But why? Do ya think they'll finally wage war against that damned family?"

All your attention is now set on that conversation. It wouldn't be too big of a twist if the Grays decided to shoot up the Braithwaite manor after all the mischief the gang has caused for them.

"No, no. They said they was meetin' some Yankees at the Sheriff's. To settle a score, they said."

His answer makes your heart drop and you look at Beau with a mortified expression. There are only so many Yankees in this area they could be talking about and you'd bet all your money that they mean yours.

That's when you recall Sean telling you earlier today that he'd go to Rhodes together with Bill and Micah. Beau steps closer to you and you push yourself off the gate.

"I need to leave. Now.", you say, urgency and panic lacing your voice and you turn your head towards where you had left Penthesilea.

She's on the whole other side of the property, but if you run faat enough you could still make it to the others in time. Suddenly reigns are being shoved into your hand, ripping you out of your thoughts.

"Take one of the horses.", Beau says and you give him a grateful look.

Words can't describe your gratitude, but you don't have the time to attempt it anyways. With a nod in his direction, you mount the horse he has given you and signal it to carry you to town at full speed.

Buildings appear in the distance as you race over fields and jump over fences, not even bothering to follow the road like you usually do. Soon you spot the group walking along the main street and notice that it's four of them instead of three.

Arthur is in the back, clearly engrossed in a heated discussion with the others with the way he gestures around with his arms. Of course that moron is here as well. It seems as if he always manages to get the front row seat to whatever danger is presenting itself at the moment.

"Boys!", you yell at the top of your lungs and they stop in their tracks to look at you. You're almost right by them now. "Go back! Run! They know that-"

You don't get to finish your sentence as the loud bang of a gun cuts through the air, blowing your horse's head clean off. Warm blood splatters over your face and clothes and you come crashing down.

The fall knocks all the air out of your lungs and you gasp like a fish on land, trying to breathe. As the men take cover behind some crates, you realize that one of your legs is stuck under the horse and you grunt and pant while trying to lift the heavy body.

A bullet lands awfully close to the ground next to you and you let out a terrified yelp. Then suddenly the weight on your leg vanishes as you watch Arthur and Sean hoist the animal off you. Just enough for you to get out.

Quickly you crawl to one of the crates to hide behind as well and take out your Schofield. It's a near damn miracle that you didn't lose this weapon during the fall and you cling onto it so tight that the whites on your knuckles are showing.

By the looks of it, it seems like the entire damn Gray family is out to get you.

"How'd you know it was a set-up?", Bill yells over the gunshots out to you.

"I was at the manor and overheard the workers mentioning it!", you scream back and duck as the top of the crate explodes into hundreds of splinters.

Luckily none of them hit you and you peek around the corner to aim your weapon. One man falls down on his knees after you pull the trigger and you quickly take cover again.

The boys are talking about something along the lines of changing positions, but you can't see how you'd do that. With all these bullets raining down on you, you're scared to even blink.

Micah yells something about retreating to the gunsmith's and you plan a mental route in your mind. If you take the way behind the buildings then you should be fine. Unfortunately just as you're about to start moving, hands grab you from behind and violently yank you back.

With a short cut scream you stumble backwards, but catch your balance in time to avoid hitting the ground. Two men stand before you with large hunting knives  and without hesitation you point the barrel of your Schofield at them and fire two shots.

One goes down immediately, meanwhile the other let's out a guttural cry as he falls to his knees, gripping his thigh. Before you could finish him off, your revolver is being knocked out of your hands and you're being dragged to the Sheriff's office.

No matter how much you kick, punch and fight back, the person's grip on you is like iron. Shortly after you go through the door, a group of three follow you closely behind. It's two men, struggling to hold Bill in place who is putting as much effort into breaking free as you.

"Sheriff Gray! You need to get a hold on this town! It's going to hell!", you hear Micah shout from outside.

A quick look at Leigh Gray tells you all you need to know. Instead of admitting his unavoidable defeat, his nostrils flare up in outrage. "Who do you think you are? A bunch of two-bit thugs from God knows where? You're so dumb to think that we don't know what you've been doin'!"

Micah doesn't sound too fazed when he answers. "Come out, Sheriff! It's over!"

This is the first time ever that you're actually glad to have Micah here with his unwavering confidence and never ending bloodlust. These people here stand no chance against that maniac.

"We put down far worse than you! A hundred times over! This is the Gray's town. Always has been, always will be!"

"The only Gray's left I see 'round here, is you!", the outlaw argues and the Sheriff let's out a huff.

"You want us to come out? We'll come out!" With that they kick open the door and one of the men pushes Bill out.

A smack of the lips can be heard from Arthur. "Oh, Bill!", he says rather annoyed.

His entire attitude shifts the moment they force you through the door though. A pair of blue orbs are focused on you, but all you can think about is the feeling of cold metal on your temple. A shotgun is being pointed at you and mental images of your brain out on the floor pass by your inner eye.

"Guns on the ground now! All three of you!", one of the men demands harshly.

"Don't do it!", Bill insists and you nod approvingly. If the three of them surrender now, then you're all fucked.

"You know we can't do that. You put the gun down Sheriff!" Arthur's voice sounds strained from anger.

The barrel is being pushed closer against your temple, but you feel the Sheriff tremble behind you. "I'll blow her brains out!"

That was the wrong move to make. Next thing you know the man falls back as a bullet enters his scull and he almost drags you down with him. After Arthur, Micah and Sean deal with the rest, you stumble down the stairs and feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your body.

"Are you hurt anywhere?", the outlaw asks you and his eyes scan your face and figure for any injuries.

You manage a shake of your head. "No, this isn't my blood."

Getting it out of your hair and clothes is going to be a piece of work once it dries up which it's already starting to do.

"This really went well. Right, lads?", Sean comments, his words oozing with sarcasm and Bill throws his hands up in the air.

"How the hell was I supposed to know?" His voice comes out harsh and defensive and Arthur glares daggers at him as he let's go of you. Immediately, you start missing the closeness.

"Oh let me guess!", the outlaw shouts, getting louder and louder with each word. "They set us up once before, they didn't like us, we destroyed their farm. Should I go on?"

Micah comes strolling over with his arms stretched out. "Go easy on him, Morgan. He was out tryin' to find a lead, same as you, same as Hosea. All you do is complain when things don't work out. Except when it's your own goddamn fault."

"You don't know what you're talkin' about.", Arthur snarls through gritted teeth. "You don't give a damn 'bout nobody but yourself!"

The other man let's out a dry laugh and raises his hands. "Oh, you act so high and mighty, but you're no better than the rest of us. I've ridden with you boys close to what? Six months now? And all you've ever done was complain. You can fight, but you can't think."

"And you can't do either." Arthur briefly touches your shoulder, motioning to where his horse is hitched and your groups starts walking.

Even though you don't need the help, he still lends you a hand when you mount his horse. He agrees to give you a ride to the Gray residency to pick up Penthesilea while the others return back to camp.

Somehow you manage to convince him to wait at the edge of the property and let you sneak in alone. If you come riding in now, looking like someone spilled a bucket of blood over you, you will only alarm the young guard at the entrance.

He already isn't particularly fond of you and you don't expect him to just let you get to your horse. It doesn't take too long though and you manage to stay undetected. You feel guilty for getting the horse Beau let you borrow killed, but perhaps he will understand once you explain the situation to him.

If you will ever get the chance to do so. With the ambush in town, there is nothing that speaks in favor for staying here. In fact, after shooting up and successfully killing the entire town the last thing you should do is linger.

Arthur and you make your way back as fast as possible, expecting everyone to be running around and packing, but you're being met with an entirely different sight. A small group of people is gathered around Dutch's tent and it looks serious.

You exchange puzzled looks with Arthur before you walk over to see what exactly is going on. Abgail's eyes are red and puffy and panic is written all over her features.

"Where's my goddamn son?", the woman yells, rage and fear lacing her voice. "Where is he? Where's my son? They took him, didn't they? They took my son."

"Who?", you ask and Hosea walks up to you.

He points at something behind him. "We think the Braithwaite woman took him. That Kieran saw a couple of fellers."

Your heart drops after hearing that. Turns out both families decided to strike at the same time.

"Where's my son?", Abigail chimes in again. "If anythin'- where is my son, Dutch Van Der Linde?"

Dutch places his hand on her shoulder and looks her deep into the eyes. "We will find him. We will bring him back to you and we will kill any fool who had the temerity to touch one hair on that boy's head. Abigail, you have my word."

In the corner of your eyes you spot John walking up to your group. His face is strained and his entire body is tense. You don't remember the last time you have seen him like that. If you ever even have.

"Just get me back my son.", Abigail says and the men start walking towards the horses.

"I will get that boy back, so help me God!"

Your eyes are fixed on the worried mother and you put your hand on her back. You'd have offered her a hug too if you weren't covered in blood.

In the distance you see the rest of the men in camp approaching and Bill calls out. "Dutch, we just heard what happened with Jack. So you need extra guns?"

As the men ride off, you walk Abigail to her tent and sit down with her.

"Jack is going to be fine. They will bring him back to you by the end of the day, you'll see.", you say in a soothing tone and rub circles on her back.

These animals will regret this. You're sure of it.

Taglist: @shackspossum @heloixe @abducted-cowz

[wolfiemcwolferson]

Yeah so I was in my hometown for two weeks and one night my sister and I took her shitty car and we drove around to all the places I used to run around at and we looked at the stars and I was hit with so many deep memories of being queer in a tiny town and please take this as my weekend sacrifice 💙

Piarles, of course

Charles shifts around in the seat as his truck idles on the curb.

It doesn’t matter that the athletic board sprung for the higher quality leather after they won state this year, the letterman jacket is still new and stiff.

He texts Alex again.

here

Alex is late. He's always late, but Charles gets it so he lets it fly. He thinks the two of them maybe wouldn't be real friends if they weren't the kids marked by tragedy.

George and Alex were always closer, but something happened with them last year after...well, after and now they hardly talk and Charles gets it because if Pierre hadn't been a stubborn bastard, Charles would have probably pushed him away after his dad died, but also...

Well, his relationship with Pierre is different and he's thinking about texting him now, telling him that he's going to try and dip out early, but then the door of Alex's apartment bangs open and he strides out, pulling his own letterman jacket around his shoulders and so Charles drops his phone in the cupholder and puts his truck in park.

.

They're the last people to show up - which is expected. Everyone else probably came together.

Lando is sitting with some girl that Charles thinks looks vaguely familiar and George is sitting on the toolbox of his truck and Max is standing in the middle of the half-circle, waving his arms around telling some story and Charles backs in, revving his engine like he's going to run him down and Max smacks his tailgate, calling him a motherfucker.

It's a typical Friday night.

Nothing changes.

Not even Caddo driving by in his cop car, shining the light on them and calling out from his driver's seat ain't drinkin, are ya boys?

Lando is absolutely drinking and Charles knows Max is too, but he also knows that Caddo won't do anything about it and that they'll all leave well before curfew.

Max will invite them all back to his dad's place off off 1255 where the alcohol is free as long as Max is winning - that state championship doing work for everyone.

But, Charles also has no plans to go and neither does Alex.

Alex has a bottle of water he’s been sipping out of all night and Charles has a styrofoam cup that he is going to pretend is half liquor if anyone asks, and he's preparing himself for that lie when Lando starts to laugh, pointing at him before the worst thing possible happens.

"What's that on your neck, Leclerc?"

Charles wants to disappear through the pavement. He wants the entire truck to be sucked through the asphalt because Max strides over and shoves at the collar of Charles’ jacket, exposing the hickey there that he has managed to keep out of sight all week until now.

"Holy shit," Max laughs that stupid half-drunk laugh of his. "It's fucking a hickey. Man, who gave you that?"

"Bet it was that girl from out in Cedar Creek." Lando laughs, bumping his shoulder with the girl he's sitting with. She must be from Cedar Creek.

George is the one to say, "Bro, that girl is his cousin."

"Nah," Lando turns around, chunking his empty coke bottle at him. "That's Zo's cousin. That's like, not the same ‘cause they don’t have the same dad?”

"You need to get out of this place, man." Alex says. "It's close enough that it's -"

But Max slaps the tailgate of his own truck and he says, "Let's go back to mine. I'm out of whiskey."

Charles is thankful for Max Verstappen for like the second time in his life and he sinks back against the edge of his truck bed.

"Y'all comin'?" Max points at Alex and Charles even though he knows they're not.

"Visitation tomorrow," is all Alex says, but everyone nods and Charles makes a little driving motion to mean that he's Alex’s ride and they're waved off in a chorus of see you Sunday's and Charles is thankful to escape quickly when he sees George staring at the hickey on his neck with his head tilted.

George is fucking smart. Charles doesn't need him to figure it out.

Alex is waiting for him in the passenger seat, tapping his hands on the dash and smiling at him brightly. "You gonna sneak off to see your Cedar Creek honey?"

Charles knows it's a joke, but it doesn't land on him in a comfortable way. He's tense and worried and it hurts and so he tries to laugh - it comes out all wobbly and Alex immediately stops laughing.

He doesn't say anything else as Charles gets them out of the parking lot and over to the other side of town and he's starting to feel really guilty about it, but then Alex says, "Pierre was visiting from Oklahoma State this last weekend, wasn't he?"

Charles wants to slam on the brakes and throw him out.

Instead, he says real tight, "yeah, he was."

Alex makes a little hum and then taps twice on the dashboard, "Thanks for the ride, man. See ya Monday," and then he all but bails out of the cab before Charles has come to a complete stop and Charles is left breathing too hard.

There's no way he can know.

That's what Charles repeats to himself a hundred times while he drives home.

There's no way he can know.

There's no way he can know.

The lights in his house are off. Arthur is out somewhere and his mom is already in bed so he lets himself in the house and heads straight back to his room, peeling that stiff letterman off and tossing it over the back of one of the dining room chairs.

He's tacky with sweat underneath it despite the temperature being near freezing outside. The panic had crawled all over him and he couldn't shake it off, but he knows what will quell it.

What always quells it…

He pulls his shirt off in one motion, letting it drop in the hamper right inside his door before reaching immediately for the one folded on his desk - plain white, nondescript. Except for the P. Gasly in block lettering on the collar and the shiny white logo on the front that marks it as an official shirt for the Sooner football team, it could be any number of white shirts in his possession.

The faint scent of Pierre's cologne clings to it but that will disappear completely before he can exchange it for a new one so the knowledge that it's been on Pierre's body has to be enough.

Pierre answers on the second ring, a soft baby rings down the line as Charles flops down onto his bed, pressing the phone closer to his ear until it aches.

He breathes in Pierre's scent and he whispers back to him "calamar" and he dreams of a time in which football and this town doesn't keep them in the shadows anymore.

[crystalninjaphoenix]

MerMay 2024 Day Twenty-Two The Last Resort

They didn’t want to meet at the Institute of Marine Biology, just in case someone from TridentCorp saw Lise heading there and thought it was suspicious. Luckily, the group soon found a location that would work for everyone. A small, rocky island just off the mainland. Too small and stony for the humans to do much on it. So one day, early in the morning, three boats gathered near it and humans stepped onto the ground.

Chase grabbed the rocky edge of the island and pulled himself onto it, sitting with his tail hanging off the side. Anti stayed in the water, but he didn’t hide away. Even as all the humans started gathering close by. “Well... it is... lovely to see you all again,” Lise said awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Ollie replied.

Stacy and Roxy stood next to each other. The kids had wanted to come, too, but Stacy insisted they stay on the boat. She wanted to forbid them from coming, but knew that they had a knack for stowing away, so decided this was the second best thing. “So... h-how have they been?” Stacy asked.

“Your mermaid friends?” Lise asked.

“Merms,” Chase said.

Lise jumped. “Right, right. Um, merms. I... think they have been alright. More or less. There was an incident yesterday... They were, ah, doing an examination.” She shook her head, looking disgusted. “There was no need for the samples,” she muttered.

“Samples?!” Chase repeated, alarmed.

“They are more or less alright,” Lise insisted.

Anti growled. Chase instinctively lifted his tail out of the water, just in case the electric eel decided to pulse.

Lise looked over at Anti. “O-oh. You are... the eel from before. Ah, I am... sorry. About everything. W-we did not think you were, um...” She cleared her throat. “Glad to see that you are okay.”

Anti just stared at her. He nodded slowly, not saying anything. Despite being able to speak English ever since the transformation.

“Dr. Ester,” Roxy said. “Pardon my language, but how the hell did TridentCorp manage to kidnap five merms? Chase and Anti have told us there was an incident with a net, but why did they know to drop the net in the first place?!”

Lise winced. “We had tagged fish that we took in to study before, but recently we’d been experimenting with tags that give off radio waves. It seems that Chase and, ah... Anti?” She glanced at the two merms. “They had some of those. For a long time, I convinced others that we were content to know where they were, but Mr. Visser got impatient. He wanted another lifeform to show off, so he sent a seaplane to catch one of the radio signals. It was bad luck that they were all gathered together.”

“Lise,” Chase said. “What do we do? We have to get them out of there! Th-they’re my—my friends.”

“I know,” Lise said quietly.

“Uh... do you need a getaway vehicle?” Ollie asked. “I’m a great sailor. And I’ve probably already been seen by these guys, so like... no one else would get in trouble.”

Lise shook her head. “Security has been increased. All entrances to the C-SAHL are equipped with keycard scanners, and every inch from the dock to the building are covered in cameras. We have hired more personnel, too, and they have been told to be better safe than sorry with checking out violations.”

“Meaning... they check security breaches even if it’s some random guy causing an accident?” Ollie clarified.

“Exactly.” Lise reached into her bag. “I have with me some copies of the building blueprints.”

Stacy raised an eyebrow. “How did you get those?”

“I was in charge of building the whole thing. I had these before the security increased. But I have added markings where the cameras I know are. But I also know there are ones I have missed.” She spread them out on the rocky ground, and all the others gathered around. Even Anti grabbed onto the side of the rock and pulled himself up for a better look.

“What if you steal a keycard that we can use to get in?” Stacy asked.

“Not possible. We are instructed to keep them on us at all time, and if we somehow lose them, we go straight to security and they deactivate the card.”

Anti grumbled. “Why don’t we just fucking storm in?”

Lise looked at him in surprise. “We have up to one hundred security guards on-site, that’s why. We wouldn’t get far at all, especially if we have to take five merms out.”

“Overkill, much?” Roxy asked. “Alright. What if we...”

The group all talked for a while. The sun beat down on the rocky island, moving slowly through the sky. Every solution they came up with was rebutted by Lise’s explanation of their new security protocols. They couldn’t bust the five merms out in a grand heist. They couldn’t sneak them out one by one. They couldn’t replace the merms with some sort of decoys.

“We just... don’t have the resources,” Stacy finally concluded. “Even with the Institute helping. We can’t sneak them out.”

A grim silence fell. Chase glanced towards the boat Stacy and Roxy came on. He saw Sereia and Muirin duck under the railings—trying to hide how they were listening in. Maybe... if they could use some sort of magic... Those wish talismans, maybe? Chase opened his mouth to mention that—

“Why do they want merms, anyway?” Anti asked.

Lise looked at him. “Well... I always wanted to learn more about fish. They are incredible animals. So when I heard there were mermaids that might exist, I-I wanted to learn more about them, and protect them. But... that is not what TridentCorp as a whole wants. They are a business. They make money. Their scientific endeavors are all towards things that they can gain something from.” Her tone was decidedly bitter. “Their plan now that Visser has taken over the project is not to protect the merms. I believe they are working on some special aquarium plan. And seeing if there is anything else merms can do that they can sell.”

Chase’s stomach dropped. For a moment, he couldn’t say anything. But he cleared his throat and tried anyway. “And... if they make this aquarium... is there no way to stop them?”

Lise shook her head. “It will be very difficult.”

“Maybe... maybe our way to get the other five back,” Stacy said slowly, “is to find some way to stop the aquarium project.”

“How?” Ollie asked.

Chase sighed. “If we had more humans who could help, we could do it, I just know.”

Roxy coughed. “Well... the Institute already knows. It... wouldn’t be too hard for us to reach out to other similar organizations. Oceana, MarineBio, World Wildlife—I mean, merms aren’t wildlife, but it should be similar enough—”

“You want more humans to know about us?!” Anti blurted out, eyes wide and fear evident in his voice.

“Not all humans, just the ones who would help,” Roxy said.

“It could work,” Lise said slowly.

“But it’s only a matter of time before someone in one of those organizations spills the beans,” Stacy pointed out. “If we tell others, it will spread eventually.”

“No—No!” Anti swam backwards through the water. “N-no!” He suddenly dived under, disappearing.

Chase watched him go, then turned back to the others. “I, uh... should keep an eye on him,” he said. “But for now... let’s consider that... a last resort?”

Stacy nodded gravely. “We’ll talk more about this later.”

Chase nodded back, then dove into the water and swam after Anti.

[sunnyie-eve]

5 | Deny Deny Deny

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: mention of abuse

MASTERLIST

The five head out to sea to the location marked with an X on the map. "All right, ladies and gentlemen. To going, full Kook." John B puts the ROV into the water. "All right, JJ, we're right over it. Ten seconds northeast." John B gives directions.

Once they hit four hundred feet the weather starts to turn making it a little difficult for them to get the boat and ROV to work well with the tide changing.

"Okay..." JJ says as a wave hits them so he and Callie move.

"Sorry." Callie says moving away since she bumped into him so he just gives her a wink. "Dork."

"JJ, hold it steady. JJ we're gonna turtle in this storm man. Crank it north by northwest! Ten seconds!" John B shouts making him work hard.

"Dude, don't push it too hard we could lose it!" Callie shouts at him as she tries to stand still holding the wall.

Eventually, they find what they're looking for and see the Royal Merchant down on the ocean floor but realize the treasures not there.

"Hey, I need to swing by my place to check in. Do you wanna come with me?" Callie asks JJ as they all get off the boat to continue their day doing whatever.

"Coming." He jogs after her as she starts to walk away. "Why did you ask me to come with you?" JJ asks as they get closer to her house.

"Joey shouldn't be there and my aunt should be but if he is and she isn't... he wouldn't do anything if someone is with me." Callie explains to him.

"I'm going to make sure he never lays a hand on you again." JJ pulls her closer to him.

"You can't do that. You're not with me 24/7." Callie puts an arm around his waist.

"I'll ask your aunt if I can move in with you guys. Say how shitty my dad is to me. Then when she says yes, I'll be with you 24/7." Callie stops walking confusing JJ, "What?" She just gives him a smile then kisses his cheek.

"Hey, hey!" Callie shouts walking into the house with JJ behind her.

"Where were you last night?" Joey walks into the room looking at JJ behind her.

"I told you she stayed at a friend's last night." Tess walks into the room, "Hello, JJ." She gives him a smile.

"Aunt Tess." He gives her a smile causing her to laugh.

"What friend?" Joey asks.

"Kiara's." Callie lies with a smile.

"Ms. Tess, can I get a drink? I'm dying we all just got back from being out fishing." JJ asks so the two walk to the kitchen.

Joey looks at Callie so she just smiles, "Catch any fish?" He asks her.

"Nope, the weather got a little rocky so we headed back in." She says as JJ and Tess walk back into the room laughing.

"I'll see you if we don't crash at a friend's place." JJ smiles at Tess as he and Callie head back for the door.

"Just wanted to check in. Love y'all." Callie heads out with JJ, "Okay what were you to laughing about and saying see you if we don't crash at a friend's place?"

"Oh, just she's letting me crash with y'all whenever shit at home happens. Said I'm welcome anytime just sleep on your floor in case Joey ever walks in." He gives her a smile.

"No, way! She really is letting you stay with us?" Callie stops walking to face him.

"Yep, now I can be with you 24/7." He smiles so she wraps her arms around him.

They both head back to John B's and to pass time they mess around doing stupid shit then Callie watches JJ mess with the gun.

"What did the poor stuff bear do to you?" Callie asks as JJ sets the bear up.

"I'm picturing a few different people." He walks back over to her.

"Topper, Rafe, Joey, Luke?" Callie lists off a few names so JJ kisses her forehead.

"Yes." He turns to face the bear shooting at it.

After a few minutes, Pope comes around shouting at JJ, "They know. They know." He tells him and Callie.

"How do you know they know? Did they show up?" Callie asks him.

"Yes, Rafe and Topper posted outside of Heyward's and mad dogged me." Pope paces around.

"Will you calm down and get a grip, man? They don't know shit." JJ tells him.

"Well, they do if Pope acted guilty when they looked at him. Did you act guilty, Pope?" Callie looks at him.

"They don't give scholarships to kids who vengefully sink boats. It's not a good look in my transcript." Pope paces around more making JJ get up to calm him down telling him to deny everything and they stick together.

Later in the day Callie, Kiara, Pope, and JJ go to the OBX Summer Movie Series because Kiara made them go with her to try to go back to OBX life.

"Callie wanna come get a soda with me?" Kiara grabs her hand so she goes with her.

"Hey, uh... can I get four Pepsis, please?" Kiara asks the guys.

"Hey, Kie. What's up?" Rafe makes his way over to the girls. "Callie?" He says surprised to see her with Kiara. "How are you girls?" He asks them.

"We're good. Now excuse us." Kiara links her arm with Callie but Rafe cuts them off.

"Tell your boy that we know what he did."

"Sorry, what boy are you talking about?" Kiara asks confused while Callie acted dumb.

"Uh, he'll know." He says so she turns to walk off but he grabs Callie's arm making her stay back. Kiara looks at her but Callie tells her to go on with her eyes away some then watches Callie with Rafe.

"Let go of me." Callie looks at his hand.

"Why are you hanging with Pogues? Kiara is rich but chooses to hang with them." He tilts his head confused when she starts to laugh at him.

"Because I'm a Pogue. Born and raised, Rafe."

"You're lying. You don't look like a Pogue." He chuckles.

"Why would I lie about being a Pogue? I mean my dad was a Kook but gave it up for the Pogue life and my mom was a Pogue. Now, I'm going back to my friends." Callie walks away from him.

"How do you know Rafe?" Kiara asks as they walk back to the boys.

"My uncle knows his dad so we went over for dinner. I didn't like him." Callie says as they take their seats.

"We just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote, tell your boy that we know what he did. What is that?" Kiara takes her seat and Pope freaks out.

"Where is he?" JJ asks so Kiara says we're and they all look back at him.

"Great. The whole death squad." Pope gets worried.

"Don't stare, idiot." Callie gives him a look.

"Just warning you, bro. If they corner me, I'm coming out swinging, okay? Slice and dicin'. I'm on edge right now." JJ tells him then says they got protection, just stay in a group.

Kiara gets annoyed JJ brought the gun but he lies about it then asks about whats going on so Pope tells her it might go down tonight.

During the movie Callie was bored because she wasn't interested, she rather be home watching her own movie. She hears that Pope had to use the bathroom so she looks back, "They're blocking the bathrooms." She lets the boys know. "I mean there's a tree over there. I can be look out for you two."

"Yeah, come on." JJ agrees so the three get up.

"Hey, where y'all going?" Kiara asks them.

"We gotta wring it out." JJ tells her so the three go off carefully.

"Okay, make it quick." She turns her back towards them facing the crowd to make sure the guys don't show up. "Can you guys really not talk about blow jobs while I stand here." Callie looks back at them then looks back seeing the group weren't in their seats. "Guys, they're gone. Rafe is coming." She says making them panic since JJ forgot the gun.

"What's up Pogues, Callie. How you guys doin' tonight?" He makes the three walk backwards but Pope runs off getting cut off by Topper.

The three get cornered before a fight breaks out. Rafe walks towards JJ so Callie steps in front of him. "Move out of the way. You're too pretty to get hurt and to be with these Pogues." He tries to pass her so she shoves him back.

"I'm a Pogue, you dick." She huffs so he shoves her aside to beat up JJ while Kelce holds him still.

"Leave him alone!" Callie jumps up jumping onto his back hitting him.

Kiara shows up trying to help so Rafe finally gets Callie off of him tossing her back onto Kiara knocking her down to the ground. Callie groans before turning back to Rafe at full speed getting on his back again putting him in a headlock. Rafe stops punching JJ to try to get free from Callie.

The screen goes up in flames making everyone stop fighting so Callie jumps off of Rafe and he looks at her since she was choking him well. "Let go of him." Callie shoves Kelce away from JJ.

"You okay?" JJ grabs Callie by the shoulders.

"Me? Are you okay?" She sighs hugging him before they all head off.

The two leave the other two to head to Callie's house for the night and will meet up with the others tomorrow at Heyward's shop. Arriving home Callie and JJ smile at her aunt, "What happened now?" She gets up to look at JJ.

"Some Kook's during the movie." JJ tells her going to the bathroom for his lip.

"Speaking of Kook's... We're invited to Midsummer and we are going." Tess lets Callie know so she groans leaving the room going to hers.

"You need to become a better fighter." Callie laughs as JJ comes into her room.

"I'm a good fighter. I was just out number. You're strong for choking Rafe a bit." JJ sits down on the bed.

"I've been in fights and I learned what's done to me." She finishes up.

"It still hurts, kiss it to make it feel better." JJ jokes but meant it as well.

She kisses her pointer finger the lightly touches his busted lip, "That's all you get. No Pogue-on-Pogue macking." He just smiles at her before giving her a big hug making her giggle.

"Let's get some rest." JJ lays down with her in his arms.

"Sing me asleep with your bad singing." She looks up at him.

"I'm not that bad."

"I know you aren't but it's fun to say it for your reaction." She puts her head in his chest.

"They say it's a man's world. Well that cannot be denied." Callie automatically giggles a little. "But what good's a man's world. Without a woman by your side, And so I will wait. Until that moment you decide. That I'm your man, And you're my girl. That I'm the sea, And you're the pearl. It takes two, baby. It takes two."

She was surprised he remembered that Hairspray song she had on repeat when she was younger. She said she always wanting a boy to sing that exact song to her when she got older.

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The next day while Callie, JJ, Kiara, and Pope were at Heyward's to hang out together talking about last night, Pope's dad said someone was there to see him. Shoupe was walks in saying he had an arrest warrant for him.

"It wasn't him!" JJ shouts before they could put Pope in the car. "It was me. He tried to talk me out of it so did Callie. But I was mad because he'd just been beaten up. I'm so sick of those assholes from Figure Eight that I lost my shit. I can't let you take the blame for something I did. You got to much to lose." JJ takes the blame to be a good friend.

Once they drove off, Callie started to get worried about how Luke was going to react and what he was going to do to JJ.

"I'm going to be worrying about JJ all day and I have to go to that stupid Midsummer shit." Callie huffs.

"You're going? I have to go too." Kiara looks at Callie. "At least we'll have each other." She walks off so Callie heads home.

"Look how beautiful you look." Tess says as Callie walks out to the truck.

"Let's just good." She rushes to get into the truck.

When they get to the club Tess and Joey mingle with people while Callie stood alone looking around at all the rich snotty people.

"I found you." Callie turns to see Kiara, "You look pretty." Kiara grabs Callie's arm.

"Back at you." Callie gives her a smile.

"Callie, come here, Please." Tess calls her over.

"Your aunt knows my mom?" Kiara looks over at Callie's aunt.

"Guess so. I'll find you when I'm done." Callie leaves Kiara's side. "Yes?" She asks her aunt.

"I wanted to introduce you to a friend of mine. She said that was her daughter you were talking to." Tess smiles.

"Yeah, I knew Kiara before moving away."

"Oh, Callie Warner." Anna smiles remembering her.

"Yes, ma'am." Callie nods her head as people start to applaud as the Camerons come out.

Rafe catches sight of Callie and she notices so she excuses herself turning to walk off hoping he wouldn't follow. As she walks around to make sure he couldn't find her she bumps into Sarah.

"Callie, look at you." She smiles then sees her looking around, "You okay?"

"I'm trying to hide from your brother. I sorta choked him out a bit last night in a fight." Callie gives her a smile.

"You got in a fight with Rafe?" Sarah says surprised.

"He was beating up JJ and I jumped in to help because Kelce was holding him and Topper had Pope. How was your day yesterday? Hopefully better than my night." Callie laughs so Sarah gets closer to her.

"I spent the day with John B on a special mission. I had so much fun and I'm kinda seeing him behind Topper's back. I'm telling you this because John B was talking about how you're his second best friend he trusts with his life. That you also keep secrets better than anyone and the least likely to have a problem with us."

"So that's where he was all day. Glad you two had a fun adventure. And yeah, I don't care. I mean I don't know you well but from that one dinner talking to each other, you were cool." Callie smiles before walking off to find Kiara.

"Hello." Rafe pops up in front of her. "Look at you. You look like a Kook." He eyes her.

"And you still look like a douche." Callie gives him a smile.

"You sure got the attitude of a Pogue, Cal." He steps closer to her.

"Of course, I do. What do you want? Me to choke you again?" She tilts her head looking at him batting her eyes.

"You lost your mind doing that by the way. Don't ever do that again, Callie." He gets serious with her.

"Don't attack my friends and I won't, Rafe. I may look like I don't fight or get dirty but under the look, trust me, I do." She stands up straight more glaring at him.

Rafe listens to her words staring into her eyes falling in love with her bitchy attitude and standing up to him. He leans down trying to kiss her so she slaps him across the face, "You need help." She walks off wanting to be alone worrying about not hearing from JJ all day.

Later in the night Callie just stood with Kiara talking about how they hated being at this dumb party. "Look- look, man, I can walk myself. I got legs. Can you see that, brother! Let me just walk myself out." They look over to see JJ being escorted away. "Wow, you look beautiful." He sees Callie as he walks off.

"Let go of him!" Callie shouts making Joey say her name.

"You can't just boot him!" Kiara speaks up to making her parents try to shush her too. "I invited him here. I'm a member of this club." She tells him so JJ shoves the man away from him.

"Hey, mandatory power hour at Rixon's, Cal, Kie." Pope, you as well, all right? Rixon's Cove. Let's roll. All right. Kie, Cupcake, come on. Workers of the world unite. Throw off your chains!" JJ shouts.

Kiara's parents try to tell her to say while Callie's aunt just gives her a smile. "Cupcake is coming!" Callie takes off running to the group and JJ opens his arms for her to run into so he spins her around as they laugh. When Kiara gets to them Callie takes her hand as they all run off together.

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Iggy watched the prince insert the key into the lock. “How interesting.” He did not hide the malice in his tone because even if he didn’t want the prince, that was rude. “It must be quite a relief not to have the mark take over your entire life.” He shouldn’t have said; he knew that. He should have stuck with his facade of enjoying and being proud of the mark. But the fact that the prince’s life hadn’t changed due to the mark while he took a complete 180 was beyond annoying. “It’s consumed my entire life since it appeared. I had to study ancient texts regarding it; I had to study more fields of magic to prepare myself to serve you. I know everything about this mark inside and out.” He stepped out of the cage and into the light, keeping a safe distance away from the prince, but did not ignore the way he felt the man’s gaze eyeing his features and body. “And you? Didn’t even have to lift a finger.” Typical royal behavior. 

You don’t deserve my name or my magic, Ignatius wanted to say but held himself back. He was in the prince’s castle, where everyone was loyal to him and his father. He did not have friends or allies here. Victor was miles and miles away from him in the only safe place Iggy had ever known. “Ignatius,” He said, not bothering to extend a hand out to the prince because the contact would make them both woozy. “Iggy for short.” He knew this was Prince Julius. Everyone in the country knew of their beloved prince. “And you are…?” Yeah, maybe he was a little bit petty. 

He sighed, waving the prince off. It wasn’t his job to educate the prince on what they were to each other, but this was the game he had been trained to play. “I can go over what I’ve studied with you,” He said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Later, though. I will need a day to recover from all of this,” He nodded towards the cage he had just left. “The anti-magic field takes a toll on me.” Already, he could feel his magic awakening and, with that, the start of a migraine. Maybe the prince would pity him for its after-effects. “It feels like losing a limb when my magic is cut off, and then getting it back feels like running head-first into a stone wall so that I will be out of commission for the next few hours.”

Iggy grew silent and reached out with his magic to determine who was outside. There was only the sound of two men breathing, and he could feel that one had his ear pressed to the door. Guards, most likely because a king would never step that low. He turned back to Julius and pointed to his ear, then to the door to signal to the prince that people were still listening. Iggy focused on their bond, attempting to reach out to Julius through it mentally. It was possible to do and would get easier with time, but Iggy was weak from being held captive. Wanna have some fun? He asked, eyes scanning the prince for any acknowledgment that he had heard him. He saw Julius perk up, eyes looking around wildly for where the voice inside of his head came from until he settled on Iggy, a wave of understanding covering his face. The wizard smirked, reaching a hand out for the prince. Take it.

He did. 

Ignatius wrapped the two in grey smoke. Then, the two disappeared from the dungeon and were transported seconds later outside to the garden. It was a garden maze, and they were directly in the center of it. Somewhere, they could talk with no ears or wandering eyes. It would take the guards a decent amount of time to locate them if they could. Iggy stretched his arms over his head and sighed heavily, relishing in the fresh air around them. “There. Isn’t this better? We don’t have to worry about anyone listening to our conversation.” He walked towards the water fountain, sitting on its edge. Iggy dipped his hand into the cool water, causing ripples to spread out. “I mean, they’ll probably think you’ve been kidnapped but we quite some time to figure out how to get out of that fiasco.”

The prince licked his lips nervously as he held the keys and took in the man before him. Of course he felt it but he couldn't let him know that he did. His father and council had always guided him to ignore it should it happen to find him in his lifetime. That even though they before them had used them, wielded them for the kingdom's benefit, Julius just couldn't find it in him to want that same thing. He wasn't the king his father was or even his grandfather. But he knew damn well to keep that sort of thought to himself. He'd be damned if he were going to have that entire façade he'd spent almost all his life creating, to come crashing down at the sight of a man with a mark that was made just for him. Just for me. How many other people could say? Should he be proud of that?

He didn't speak at first, didn't even look at the man in front of him but he found the key he was after and sunk it into it's lock. "I don't pretend to know anything about this." And that was true. All he knew of this could have been a lie. No one knew what was to come of this. No one alive anyway and the amount of fear attached with even daring to think or want this? Julius wasn't entirely sure this wasn't a rouse thought up by his father just to see what he'd do. But still he turned the key and allowed the door to open, for him to come out with him. His heart was racing but he thought maybe once they were on equal ground he would feel better.

Julius stepped backwards, coaxing the man out of the cell and into the room with him once he'd finished dressing. He stood quietly in observation of him. While he'd seen what he looked like, his father prevented him from actually getting a better look. And as he took that step towards him, he could feel that pull sinking into his bones. "I'm not even entirely sure my education on this or you has done much good for either of us." Julius walked behind the man and leaned forward, smelling the faint scent of his soap and whatever else he'd eaten or touched that day. Something he didn't hate. Liar. The prince stood back straight and moved to take the man in his gaze once again.

It was then that he smiled and let the little bit of his mask slip. "I haven't even been told your name." He nervously moved the keys back and forth between his hands as he thought on what exactly they were to do then. Privacy was going to be difficult unless they left for the grounds or found their way to his chambers and even then he couldn't promise his servants wouldn't pass on anything they discussed to his father or worse, the council. "M-maybe you could educate me." He stammered, resisting his body's urge to move closer. "I think we both know my education concerning magic is limited. They never thought it'd happen for me after all." He wasn't trying to give too much away but he really needed him to know that he had no idea what was coming for him where it concerned this mating or magic. "Please?"

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In Living Color

Chapter 9 - Part One

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 5,271

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: None.

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June 2021

Nat reached up blindly to find the pencil she had stuck in her wild curls that were wrangled up in a bun. She had been sitting in this exact same position for hours, pouring over her graphics tablet as she furiously worked in the quiet of her office. Nat could feel the tightness in her shoulders from being hunched over and rolled them slightly as she kept on working, being so focused that it took her a moment to notice her office door had swung open. 

“Hey Nat,” she heard Mark say, finally glancing up with an aching neck to see him hovering in the doorway, her metal water bottle in his hand. 

“You found my water bottle! I’ve been looking everywhere for that thing,” she smiled, waving him in as she locked the tablet and put it down against the glass desk. 

He gave a half-smile, putting the bottle on her desk and informing her, “You left it in my car.” 

“Oh yeah, I remember now,” she laughed, shaking her head as she moved the metal bottle closer to her. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, “Hey, you want to go get lunch together? We could see if Jamie wants to come.” 

“Nat…” he began, clearing his throat and pausing, his hands fidgeting awkwardly in front of him. “Have you checked your phone?” 

“No, why?” She asked, a frown on her face as she watched her coworker, but most importantly her friend, carefully. “Why are you acting so weird?” 

He sighed, shaking his head and suggesting, “I think you should go on Instagram.” 

Nat opened her mouth to ask more questions but quickly closed it again when she saw the concerned look on his face. She didn’t have a clue what was going on and wanted answers quickly, but the ones she got weren’t good. She saw how many notifications she had and started scrolling down the long list of follow requests, hundreds of names and profiles she couldn’t even remember flashing before her eyes, causing her to ask out loud, “What’s going on? Why do I have all these follow requests?” 

Mark shook his head, glancing away to look out the wide window at the Disney campus. “Remember that party of Chris’ that you told me about?” He finally asked, a single eyebrow raised when he met her eyes again. 

Her face fell, and Nat felt as if she was going to get sick at those words. They’d been careful, not posting anything when they were together, or even referencing the other, since they’d met, but especially since Mark’s birthday, when things took a turn for them. She knew Chris’ world and life was… hectic and invasive to say the least, and while she wasn’t accustomed to it, she definitely didn’t want to be thrown into it. But by the look on Mark’s face, she feared the worst had happened. “Oh no…what happened?” 

“The catering company posted a photo and you can see some people in the background if you zoom in,” he began with a sigh, then shrugged and shook his head. “Apparently someone did zoom in and saw Chris with his arms around you.” 

“But did- how is it… why… how did people know it was me?” 

“I guess some fans scrolled through the people he follows and found you and pieced it together. Now it’s all over the internet,” he explained, waving a hand. 

Her frown deepened and the anxious ball in her chest grew, but she was unable to think about anything except her surroundings. While it wasn’t against the rules for employees of Disney to date, it definitely was a gray area. Chris wasn’t an employee in the same way she was, he had a temporary pass, and he was on a way different level than she and Mark were. Mark had known about what was going on between the two, but they’d deliberately kept it from Jamie up to this point because of the gray area and her fear of what Jamie’s – the head of character design, her boss – reaction would be, and the aftermath of the revelation. “Does Jamie know?” She finally asked, eyes wide as she looked up at Mark. 

The older man shook his head, jaw clenched as he emphasized, “I don’t think that’s important right now, Nat. You’re everywhere online, people are tweeting about you!” 

“From just that one picture?” 

“It’s Chris Evans, Nat. If he’s got his hands on a girl, people want to know,” he laughed bitterly, but she could tell he was worried, even more than she was able to feel herself right now. She felt like she was unable to process it fully, unable to understand just how this happened, how someone stumbled across the picture and connected the dots given how obscure she was. Most of  all though, she felt… exposed by this, realizing just how easily any one of his “fans” could uncover anything when it came to him, when it came to his personal life, despite what he chose to share with them. And it scared her, it made her feel like this would never work given what they’d have to do to keep it to themselves. Never interacting in public, never acknowledging each other, never even being seen together would be the only ways forward, but what kind of relationship did that leave them with? Chris, who’d work and be seen alone, smiling on red carpets and laughing kindly as people flirted with him, and Nat, who’d keep her head down, never shared anything about that part of her life, and only saw him behind closed doors? It wasn’t fair to her, nothing about it was.  

“I just don’t understand how this happened,” she quietly admitted, shaking her head before she looked back up at him with wide eyes. “Mark, what am I going to do?” 

Mark sighed, looking out the window again as he struggled to find the words. “I wish I had an answer for you,” he finally told her, rubbing a hand down his face frustratedly. 

At that moment, her phone started buzzing, making Nat jump slightly before she lifted it up to see the name on the screen, telling her friend, “It’s Chris.” 

“I’ll let you guys talk but come to my office when you’re done, okay?” 

Nat nodded as she sat in her office chair, waiting for the door to close before she looked down at her vibrating phone again. Usually she was eager to answer his calls, so happy to swipe that green button and hear his voice, but today she felt… anxious. It scared her to think what might be on the other end of this call but she knew that she had to take it. 

“Hello?” She answered, her foot tapping the leg of her desk anxiously. 

He didn’t even return the greeting, instead asking tensely, “Nat, have you been online?” 

“Um, yeah…” she paused, biting her lower lip as she struggled to continue processing this. “Mark just came in and showed me everything.” 

“God, I’m so sorry Nat,” he sighed, mumbling a curse to himself. “I just got off the phone with my publicist and she told me everything. She’s calling the caterers right now and having them take the picture down.” 

Nat blinked, almost shocked more by the fact that he could make a call and erase it from the internet practically, although the damage was already done. “Okay,” she whispered. 

“She’s going to get back to me but they’re either going to just let it die down, or run something else maybe about the movie I’m working on now to try to bury it,” he explained, speaking quickly as he moved around. “Megan did tell me to let you know to keep your Instagram on private and not to accept any new followers.” 

“I won’t,” she assured quietly, almost unable to imagine opening herself up to the floodgates of his ‘fans’ like that, letting them see the private pictures from her life and family, something personal. She’d barely given it a second thought when she shared her account info with Chris and approved his follow request, but clearly she should’ve. “There’s literally thousands of new requests.” 

“I fuckin’ hate that this happened,” he said, and the tone of his voice was more frustrated than she could ever imagine hearing it before. “My team is going to try to figure out how to minimize everything though.”

“Do I um, like need to do anything?” She asked, picking a piece of lint off her pants anxiously.  “I don’t know how all of this works.” 

Chris was quiet for a moment, but when she heard him whisper something to someone she realized he was just distracted, not mulling over her words. “Just don’t accept any new followers and once I talk to Megan again, I’ll let you know of anything else,” he instructed hurriedly. 

“Okay,” she murmured, jaw set as a wave of frustration washed over her. 

“Nat, are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” she placated, knowing it was an outright lie. “It’s just… overwhelming.”

“I know and I’m so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am,” he murmured, the words doing little to help the situation than…. Anything else would’ve. “But we’ll get it fixed, okay?” 

“Alright.” 

“Listen, I’ve got to go back to set but I’ll call you later once I talk to Megan again, okay?” 

Nat let out an unsteady ‘Okay’ before the call ended and she dropped the phone onto her desk. She brought her hands up to cradle her face in her hands, tears burning at her eyes and she felt completely sick to her stomach. She felt like she’d been in such a bubble for a while, seeming to forget that Chris was famous, someone who’s life was in the spotlight. To him, he was just Chris, the sweet guy who made her laugh like nobody else, sent flowers to her while she was away and had become her best friend and confidant, ending each of her days on the phone with him. 

But this was an ugly crash into reality, seeing that something as simple as him putting his arms around her could cause such an uproar. The attention she was suddenly getting scared Nat to her core, not having a clue what would happen from here. This was unlike anything she’d experienced even on the tiniest level, and the shock that came with it rattled her to her core. But almost worse than that was the way Chris had been on the phone. 

She was so used to the sensitive man who always kept her feelings close to his heart… which was something she thought was too good to be true. Never had she felt as treasured and valued by a partner before, but her brain was beginning to remind her that maybe it was in fact too good to be true. In the moment she had needed his support the most, he had been distracted and clinical, treating her like a job to manage rather than a woman he cared for. That one simple thought is what made her feel more sick than anything else. 

Nat knew she was against the clock though, knowing that with every passing minute she didn’t tell Jamie about this it just gave more fuel to the fire that’d become her romantic life, apparently. Pushing herself up and out of her office, she fiddled with her hands anxiously as she made her way down the hallway, avoiding the unaware gazes of the fellow employees. It wasn’t likely that any of them kept up with what was going on in Chris’ personal life, and certainly hadn’t realized how entwined it’d become with Pixar itself, but she was hyperaware and almost paranoid, feeling they almost pitied her as they caught her out of the corner of their eyes. But she pushed those fears aside as she tapped on Jamie’s door, poking her head in and asking, “Jamie? Do you have a minute?” 

He gave her a half-smile, waving her in as he moved to shut the blinds hanging over the glass wall, hiding them – and thankfully Nat’s already teary eyes – from the rest of the office. “I kind of figured you’d be coming in,” he admitted with a short huff. 

“Did Mark tell you?” She asked, frowning as she sat on the chair in front of his desk. 

“Yeah, he showed me everything that happened,” Jamie explained, sitting down behind the desk and watching Nat carefully. “He said you were on the phone with Chris so I didn’t want to interrupt.” 

“I’m sorry for all of this,” she rushed to explain herself, feeling awful she’d hidden this part of her life from him for months now, especially given he was one of her best friends. “I didn’t want to tell you about Chris because of him working here… I didn’t know what you would think.” 

“Nat, I don’t care about any of that. I’m just concerned about you,” he assured her, looking at her with nothing but concern on his face. “Are you okay?” 

She hesitated, looking away from him as she bit her lip and felt tears pool in her eyes. “...I’ve been better,” she confessed. 

“Hey, come over here,” Jamie murmured, standing up and motioning to her. She followed his lead easily, stepping into his embrace as tears spilled down her cheeks rapidly, finally releasing all of the anxieties and fears from inside of her. “It’s going to be okay, Nat.” 

“I just don’t see how,” she confessed to Jamie, unsure how they’d make their way out of this.  

“I’m sure Chris knows how to handle these things,” he reminded her. “And you’ve got Mark and I to fight off any crazy fans or paparazzi.” 

Nat shook her head, stepping away from him and carefully wiped her tears. “Remember that I’ve worked out with both of you and the way that you both hit a punching bag doesn’t give me a lot of confidence,” she reminded, unable to stop the slight smirk that settled on her lips.  

“Well it’s the sentiment that counts,” Jamie laughed, but then looked at her with a frown. “You’re going to be okay, Nat. We’re going to get you through this and so is Chris.” 

But what hurt was that she wasn’t feeling confidence in that last part. 

She finally pulled away from him, wiping at her eyes as she gave him a weak smile, “Thanks Jamie… and I’m sorry for not telling you the truth about Chris and I.”

“You hadn’t done the best job of hiding it so I’m not really all that surprised,” he laughed, a smirk on his lips. And Nat found herself realizing just how much had played out in front of both him and Mark over the weeks, between the game nights with the non-stop near flirting between herself and Chris to the way they basically turned his own birthday party into their own first date. “Just remember that I don’t care about any of the other shit, Nat. I just care about you, and so does Mark.” 

She frowned, realizing that was what she’d been missing all this time from Chris – the unwavering support that came along with the assurance that everything would be okay, not that this was a blip on a brand rollout’s radar. It felt transactional, not vulnerable and honest in the way it had up to now. “I know, I love you guys,” she smiled, pushing down the doubts so that she wouldn’t snap again in front of Jamie. 

“We love you too,” he assured her. “Are you still planning on going home for your niece’s birthday tomorrow?” 

Nat nodded, tapping her fingers against her leg. “Yeah, I think so. It might be good to get my mind off of everything anyway,” she shrugged with a fake smile. 

“I think it will,” Jamie agreed, then shrugged and laughed and added, “And who knows, by the time you come back to work on Monday, maybe all of this will have blown over.” 

Nat sure hoped he was right, but the pit in her stomach told her that he might not be. This was a big deal and she was smart enough to know that it was probably an ever bigger deal than she was fully aware of. She didn’t know his world or what went along with it and for the first time, Nat was seeing just how wildly different their worlds were. 

As she trudged back to her office, closing the door and pulling the blinds to give herself some privacy, there were so many emotions stirring in her that Nat felt completely weighed down. Nat felt pulled in so many directions, part of her wanting to hop on her computer and find out what was going on, what was being said and what truly was circulating around the internet, but the other part of her was frozen, just wanting to bury her head in the sand and pretend this wasn’t actually her life. 

Tears were stinging at her eyes as she sat at that lonely desk, feeling completely defeated. She was starting to think things were changing, that maybe she wasn’t destined to feel lonely or have people simply tolerate her. Chris had started to show her that he was different. That he liked her for who she was and that everything else didn’t matter. Nat was so afraid to get into another relationship after the hurt she’d been through in the past, but she felt like with Chris, it was worth it. 

But she could see that it wasn’t that simple. 

She hadn't been so naive as to think nothing would ever get out about them had their relationship continued, but she hadn’t thought it’d be this soon. There was a constant stream of texts from her sisters, presumably finding out what had happened and wanting to talk to her, but Nat just couldn’t, not right now. She tried to get it all out of her head, just push it away as she got back to work but the longer she sat there, the more she realized that the cause of the pit of her stomach wasn’t really what was on the internet, it was what was between her and Chris. 

Sure, she was scared, terrified even of what was being posted but deep down she knew what was bothering her more than anything was that conversation with Chris. If he had really talked and listened to her, as they had been almost every single day since he left, she knew that the uneasiness inside her would have faded. All she had wanted from him was the kind of comfort and reassurance that Mark and Jamie had given, showing how much they cared for her, meanwhile Chris had treated her more like a problem that needed to be fixed rather than listened to. Instead of helping her be put back together in a terrifying moment, he had been the cause of yet another way she was falling apart. 

Nat ran a hand through her wild curls, trying to push down all these feelings. Ever since she was a child, she could remember feeling everything and feeling it deeply. Being a highly emotional person had proven at moments to be a struggle and caused her to not be able to see things with a level head, but she was doing her best to look at it clearly, realizing that this probably had been jarring for Chris too and that he was probably short because of his limited time. Deep down, she believed that when she talked to him again, it wouldn’t be that way. But when she was walking out of campus and toward the parking garage, she was about to find out that what she was hoping for wouldn’t come true. 

He forewent a greeting once she answered the call, instead simply asking her, “Are you still at work?” 

Nat ran a hand through her thoroughly-ruined hair, tucking a strand back into the bun as she told him, “I’m just leaving.” 

“Okay, well I talked to Megan and we have a plan,” he began, his voice low as he moved around on the other end. 

She listened, feeling the anxiety and frustration rise at his insistence on how to handle it professionally, not as her partner. Not as someone who is the actor on the multi-million dollar action movie set in France, but as Chris. The guy who sends her dinner as a surprise, wakes up hours before he needs to and calls her so she can hear his voice before bed, and the one who’d been sending her daily countdowns to when he’d be back in Los Angeles and with her. She missed him, and she didn’t want to have to think about how to handle things while taking into account the millions of fans who over-analyzed every swipe of his thumb on his phone. Her frustration flared as she stood in front of his stupid car, the one she’d been borrowing for a little over a week now while her insurance tried to figure out how to handle the carjacking. “Chris, how do I get in this fucking Tesla again?” She asked almost helplessly, close to tears as she stared inside the car, wanting nothing more than to go home and block the rest of the world out with a bottle of wine. 

“Push the back of the door handle and then it’ll pop out.” 

She did as he said, thankful when it worked and she slipped inside, adjusting the seat when it automatically set itself for Chris’ settings. “Why can’t this just have a regular door handle like everything else?” 

He ignored her, instead typing away at something for a moment as she turned the car on and connected her phone to it. Once she began backing out of her spot, he asked her, “No word on your car yet?” 

Nat’s jaw was clenched tightly as she headed towards the exit of the campus, waving vaguely at the security guards as she pulled onto the street. “Not other than the police telling me I probably won’t ever get it back,” she muttered. As if she wasn’t overwhelmed enough, the heartbreak of losing the car she loved so dearly only made the situation worse and caused those tears to blind her vision until she rapidly blinked them back. 

“That's probably the least of our concerns right now,” he dismissed her simply, making Nat want to slam a hand against the wheel as she listened to him, wanting to be doing anything but talking about this right now. “I talked to Megan and my team has a plan.” 

She stared at the road in front of her as she slowed to a stop at the traffic light, eyes locked on the license plate in front of her. Her blue eyes burned with tears as he reminded her of the elephant in the room, the one she’d sworn had all but been standing on her shoulders all day, weighing her down as her hands itched to open up anything – Google, Instagram, Twitter – and search their names, just to get a hint of what was being said. “Chris… I just really want to go home,” she finally whispered, feeling as though the cord inside of her was about to snap at any moment. 

And that’s truly all she wanted. She wanted to just curl up with a blanket and hear his reassuring voice, telling her that it’d be okay and that they’d get through this together. She wanted to hear him acknowledge how hard this was on her instead of treating it like a business deal. She knew that he was used to this stuff, it didn’t shake him the way it shook her and she just wanted him to realize that… to recognize how hard it was on her and that she needed a minute before jumping into some ‘strategy’ for his image. All Nat wanted was for him to show he cared about her and she felt like she was getting everything but that. 

“This will just take a minute. I’ll give you the rundown while you’re driving,” he assured her, his voice nearly booming in the otherwise silent car as she steered it through the intersection and merged onto the freeway to head to San Fernando. It was one thing she swore she’d never get used to with his electric car – the silence while driving. And right now, the silence felt too loud. “So the original post is down already and I’m doing an interview for ASP tomorrow so we’re going to promote that and try to get that to the forefront.”

At his persistence, her shoulders slouched, the low-grade headache that’d been bothering her finally began pounding, and her eyes burned. “Okay,” she relented, instantly wishing she’d never done so. 

“I’m not going to unfollow you on Instagram because it’ll look too fishy, but here’s what we need you to do,” he paused, waiting until she made a noise of agreement, just to say she heard him. “Megan doesn’t want you to like or interact with any of my posts. Make sure you keep everything private on social media and don’t accept new followers. Oh, do you have Facebook?” 

“Yeah but I’m not on it much,” she shook her head, her heart rate increasing as she shifted lanes towards her exit. Wiping away a few stray tears, she admitted to Chris, “I didn’t want Shane to see my stuff so I locked it down a while ago.” 

“Good, so keep it that way,” he plainly stated. But Nat felt like she barely even recognized his voice, the normally present emotions were removed and for the first time since he’d left for Europe, she could feel that vast distance between them. It was as if he was reading things off his work checklist, not talking to someone he cared about who’s entire life just got shaken up and he instead just kept rattling off,  “Then just make sure to remove anyone following you who isn’t really close to you and obviously don’t say anything about it to people you aren’t close with.” 

Nat froze at his words, unable to process it fully. She was thankful that she was close to home, but she was all but furious at his words. He was instructing her – with the advice of someone he paid for, which in itself was something she still couldn’t get used to – to keep quiet. To not tell anyone. And in a few days when she could think rationally, she’d probably admit that it made sense, that it wasn’t extreme given his situation. But to know that this was now the reality of their situation, that they’d hide for months on end either until this happened again and blew any remaining cover… or until it ended them for good. It hurt that they lost their relationship as they knew it, but Nat still struggled with the idea that this was clearly something he was used to… so why didn’t he fucking warn her? 

“Did you get all that?” 

“Yeah,” she whispered, blinking away the tears and wiping her face furiously as she turned into her apartment complex. 

She listened as he let out a sigh before annoyingly pointing out, “You’re not saying much.” 

“I got it, Chris,” she repeated, her voice louder and harsher. She navigated into a parking spot, shifting the gears and leaning back against the seat, wanting nothing more than to just hang up and forget this even happened, but with his own frustrated sigh, she was reminded why she couldn’t. 

“Are you mad at me?” 

Nat knew none of the situation was his fault, but she hated how he handled this. She hated how cold he’d become, how different he was when it turned to his career and she didn’t like it, admitting, “I’m just upset at all of it.” 

“Nat, you have to know I didn’t have anything to do with this,” he insisted, wanting to make her roll her eyes. It felt almost patronizing, as if he wanted to just dismiss her feelings because it wasn’t his fault. 

She took a deep breath, rubbing a hand on her face before vocalizing her true feelings, “No, I get that. I know you didn’t cause it but you’re not really helping to make it any better.” 

“What the hell does that mean?” Chris’ voice sounded incredulous, only heaping on more hurt to Nat’s already bruised emotions when he stated plainly,  “I’m doing everything I can.” 

“Except ask me how I’m doing! This entire conversation has been like a business transaction,” Nat stood up for herself, honestly telling him what was stirring inside of her and reminded Chris that, “I get that you’re used to things like this but I’m not. My whole life just flipped upside down because I was at a party with you. Do you realize how scary that is?” 

“That’s why I’m trying to make this better! Why don’t you understand that?” His words only upset her more with how he completely missed her point and seemed to only look at how this was affecting him. 

“I know this is out of your control, Chris. I’m not asking you to fix it, I just wanted you to…” Nat trailed off as the hot tears brimming at her eyes started rolling down her cheeks, her voice cracking when she finished in a voice barely above a whisper, “...care about me.” 

“I do!” He insisted, nearly shouting himself. The tone of his voice only brought more tears to Nat’s eyes and she wrapped her arms around herself in self protection and squeezed her eyes shut. “You should be able to see that what I’m doing to try to make this better is because of you!” 

He let his words hang, silent and panting after his outburst. She couldn’t believe him, couldn’t believe the way he seemed as though she should thank him for this shitshow, thank him for the thousands of teenagers who suddenly wanted a peek into her life, who didn’t understand boundaries and what private means. She hated it, hated the spotlight he commanded, the world he’d grown to accept. But it didn’t mean she had to. 

“Look…” she finally found her voice after a long moment, telling Chris, “I’m going home tomorrow morning for Ella’s birthday and staying in Seattle for the weekend and I think it would be good if I had some time to think.” 

“That’s fucking it?” 

Nat almost wanted to laugh, completely floored by his response and she plainly stated, “My face just got plastered all over the internet, Chris. I think I deserve some time to think.” 

“Fine,” Chris’ tone was so clipped she barely recognized it, but the knife that was already in her heart felt as if it got twisted when he threw out, “I’m going back to Boston for a few weeks after filming. I’ll see you at the end of July, maybe.” 

Without more than a scoff, he hung up the phone, leaving Nat to sit in his car, then head up to her apartment, past the cameras he’d paid for, unlock the door with the new lock he had installed, and head into the kitchen… only to see the flowers he’d sent her. Chris. Not the Chris that had been angry, screaming at her on the phone just now, but the one she felt sick over losing. The one she felt like she no longer knew. 

A/N: DON'T KILL US! We have part two of this chapter coming on THURSDAY so we hope you'll come back to read it!

[xtrafluffyteddy]

All I’m good for

Pairing: Billy hargrove x reader, eventual! Steddie x reader

Mentions: fatphobic comments, eating disorder, faking emotions, implied SA,

This is kinda based off my own experiences as a plus size woman who has been SA’d and I just wanna say if this has happened to any of you just know you aren’t alone and that you deserve love and happiness and that you don’t have to settle for someone not worth your time

I may make a part 2 but I dunno yet

When Billy had climbed in through your window like he did everytime he didn’t have a date you just sighed knowing he was here for one thing and one this only and he’d take it from you one way or another

“Don’t tell anyone about this” he commanded as he tucked himself into his jeans checked himself out in the mirror and climbed out of your window leaving you curled up and staring blankly at the wall feeling used all over again

You sniff as you stand in the shower scrubbing your skin raw just to get the scent of him off of you before sliding down the shower wall pulling at your hair as you cried “fuck” you screamed shoving your bath products away from you “sweetie are you okay” your dad calls knocking on the door gently “yeah I’m fine” you answered hoping he wouldn’t question the banging or crying “okay sweetie well I’m heading out I’ll be back in a few days I left money for groceries on the counter I love you sweetpea” your father ever the soft and kind man said “love you too pops be safe on your trip” you called voice shaking as you turned off the water

When you stared at yourself on the mirror your eyes drifted to your tummy that had stretch marks and your breasts that didn’t sit pretty like the other girls then to your thighs that touched and chaffed all the time feeling anger boiling yo inside you not at anyone in particular but yourself. “No wonder billy uses you” you say to your reflection “that’s all you’ll ever be good for a quick fuck” your words are like venom as you feel hot tears roll down your cheeks “always the fat friend” your voice cracks as you rear your fist back and smash the mirror your reflection becoming millions.

When you went to school the next day Billy shoves past you like he didn’t sneak into your house the night before “watch it pig” he growls before giving you the look, you knew what that look meant, it meant ‘keep your window unlocked’ you just kept your head down and kept walking knowing it was no use in fighting it

You made your way into the hellfire club room where Eddie and Steve were sharing some dumb but playful argument over who knows what “personally I’d bang Michael Myers but that’s just me” Eddie puts his hands up in defense as Steve smacks him upside the head before kissing his forehead “dumbass” they turn to look at you, god you wished you had what they had, “hey boys” you wave putting on a fake smile that doesn’t reach your eyes “hey sunshine” Steve says squeezing you into a hug causing you to wince as he presses on the bruising on your ribs and hips “hey sweetheart” Eddie smiles up at you as he squeezes your free hand.

That’s what broke the camels back it seemed how sweet they were to you. You began sobbing falling apart in Steve’s arms much to their surprise “hey hey what’s wrong did we do something” all you could do was shake your head as you continued to cry getting Steve’s shirt soaked. He looked at Eddie with an ‘help me out here’ look as he rubbed your back and shushed you “it’s okay cmon have a seat” Eddie helps you sit in his throne deciding to kneel beside you “what happened” he pushes your hair back eyes drifting to the hand prints brushed around your throat “who did this” Steve questions as he traces the print causing you to flinch, you just shake your head afraid they’ll get hurt if you say anything “tell us sweetheart” Eddie urges cupping your cheek as he gives Steve a worried look

“Billy” it was all you could choke out as flashes of the night before flash before your eyes chasing you to shake “Billy what?” Steve could already feel himself getting angrier just by the mention of the jackasses name “what did Billy do” Eddie presses squeezing your hand as you shake with sobs “did he do this?” He points to the hand prints around your wrists and neck growling when you nod “it’s okay sweetheart it’s okay” Eddie takes you in his arms looking at Steve behind you mouthing “I’ll kill him” all Steve does is nod already planning his revenge “shh it’s okay sunshine it’s okay” and there they stand comforting a shaking you as they plan on how they were gonna make Billy hargrove pay for what he did

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 8

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: You get a preview of what it’s like to be working with Mackenzie.

Warnings: I apologize as there is no smut in here lmfao but there is a stubborn Bucky lols

A/N: The jitters just never go away whenever I post a new part for this ajkcnjasncakjcnakj I find this part boring tbh but uhh things will start picking up again in the next part I promise

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Bucky decided to push through with his partnership with Wilson Enterprises. It was a big one, so it definitely required the entire team's effort and perseverance. Apparently, this is the company's biggest, most major project yet so this was going to look really good in your resume. It would also provide you with more credibility to further excel in your career.

Except that Bucky actually hired a marketing consultant to take over the entire project as his revenge.

"Any questions? About the project or about Kenzie?" Bucky asked, standing in front of the conference room, next to Mackenzie.

You confidently raised your hand when no one else did. Bucky tilted his head, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew you were affected, of fucking course you were!

"Yes?" he called out.

You stood up and sighed softly, "I mean this in the most respectful way, Mister Barnes." you said, emphasizing his name. "But as the head of marketing, what exactly is my role here? Given that Mackenzie was hired to spearhead the marketing aspect of this project." you said, giving Mackenzie a passive aggressive smile.

"I don't want to overstep on some boundaries here, that's why I'm asking. I just want clarity, that's all." you said.

Bucky was about to respond when Mackenzie stopped him, grabbing his arm and squeezing it before taking over the floor. You narrowed your eyes at how her slender fingers were wrapped around Bucky's arm.

"Honey..." Mackenzie started. "There's nothing to worry about, this is a collaborative work between you and I. So think of yourself as my assistant, someone to help me out with the project." she responded.

Bitch.

"I'm not an assistant, Mackenzie." you said, smiling at her.

Mackenzie laughed, "I'm sorry, my bad. I shouldn't have used that term. Oops." she said. "Although, I believe I have more experience in this area so maybe consider me a mentor?" she suggested.

Bitch!

Bucky cleared his throat, "If you have certain ideas, you can discuss it with her. She is a consultant after all. Given her impressive experience in the field, I'm sure you'll learn a thing or two from her."

The meeting was wrapped up by noon and you simply couldn't wait to get yourself out of the conference room. You didn't feel like talking to Bucky anymore in all honesty, not after what he was doing. You knew this was just to spite you, get you to cave in first and give in to him.

All the more that you wouldn't, especially not when he actually used your job against you.

Everyone started rushing out of the conference room, ready to head out for lunch. As soon as you reached the doorway, you overheard the short conversation between Bucky and Mackenzie.

"Hey Bucky, we still up for lunch?"

-

The bathroom was empty when you stepped inside and thank god for that because you couldn't hold back your emotions any further. Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, not because you were hurt. Fuck no, you were angry and frustrated. So fucking angry at yourself for getting into this mess, at Bucky for being such an entitled prick, at the entire world for plotting against you.

You groaned in irritation as you wiped away your tears, sniffing as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You worked your ass off for this job, for your position. You risked your dignity when you let Bucky fuck you. You weren't going to let someone take that away from you.

You quickly fixed yourself when the door opened, followed by the loud clacking of someone's heels.

"Omg, are you crying?" Beverly gasped, rushing over to you.

You snickered, "No." you lied, "My eyes are itchy." you huffed out before noticing that Beverly was holding a sandwich in her hand.

"Why did you bring your sandwich here?" you curiously asked.

Beverly shrugged, "The pantry's full and the other girls don't exactly seem to like me...so..."

You shook your head and sighed, "Come with me, let's have lunch out. I need to get out of this fucking place anyway."

"Yay, omg! I knew you were nice! You're like, the only girl who actually talked to me nicely." Beverly said, tagging behind you as you exited the bathroom.

"Oh, there you are!" Mark called out. "I was looking for you. Wanna grab lunch? Oh...who's this?" he asked, noticing the blonde girl trailing behind you.

"I'm Beverly! I'm Sir James' new secretary." she introduced excitedly.

You sighed, "Don't ask me why." you said when Mark turned to you with a confused look, still not sure what happened to Bucky's previous secretary.

"So, lunch out? With Bev?" you asked.

-

You were completely zoning out during lunch despite the ongoing conversation between Mark and Bev, something about yoga? You honestly couldn't care less, not when you were feeling so conflicted about your current situation.

Would Bucky actually go that far just to get you back? Or does he actually hate you for saying no to him and is basically using his authority to make your life a living hell?

"So I heard about the new girl." Mark said, that snapped you out of your trance.

"Huh?" you asked.

"I find it weird for Mister Barnes to hire someone when you're here." Mark pointed out. "I mean, are you okay with that or..."

You snorted, "Fuck no. Look, I'm not gonna be the bigger person here. I was offended as fuck." you admitted.

"Yeah, it's super weird because she was hired through Tinder or something. Is that even legal?" Beverly pointed out as she scrolled through her phone.

You and Mark turned to her abruptly, "Tinder? Wait, what?" you asked.

Beverly chuckled, "I heard them talking this morning and Kenzie was like, 'It's so funny that we matched on Tinder and ended up doing business there you know' and I'm like omg Sir James has Tinder and I have one too but I never saw him there, bummer."

"Motherfucker." you hissed out.

Mark made a face, "Are you okay?" he carefully asked. "You've been really tensed since last week."

Apparently, Bucky never deleted his Tinder and have been swiping right on women. And that's how he met Mackenzie who just happened to be a marketing consultant. Now you were just furious, was he fucking her too? Has he been fucking other women this entire time?

"Hey, Bev..." you said, a plan hatching inside your mind. "Can I ask you a favor?" you asked nicely.

Beverly nodded, "Um duh, you're basically my office BFF now."

"If you ever hear Mister Barnes and Mackenzie talk about hmm, I don't know...something interesting. Maybe about the project...me 'cause you know, I'm the head of marketing and Mackenzie’s in the same field...let me know, will ya?" you asked.

Mark chuckled nervously, "I don't know what's going on but isn't that an invasion of privacy?"

"She's not going to eavesdrop, Mark. She'll just...listen closely." you explained.

"Bev might get in trouble if Mister Barnes finds out." Mark warned.

You waved a hand, "She'll be fine, Mark. She's his secretary, she has to know everything. Besides, I'm not going to let her get in trouble, if she does then I'll take care of it."

Beverly squealed in delight, "Omg, you are not my office BFF. You're like my office mom! You and Mark are literally my office parents." she said, lifting her phone up in the air.

"Selfie! This one goes to the 'gram." she said, taking a quick photo of the three of you.

She then proceeded to edit the photo while you and Mark continued eating lunch.

"Bev, you should really put your phone away and eat first. We have less than half an hour left for lunch break." Mark called out.

Beverly groaned and rolled her eyes, "Way to get into the role, Mark. You're such a dad."

You snorted, "Yeah. Loosen up, daddy." you teased.

"Playing family after just one date, huh."

Bucky's presence in the same restaurant should've really intimidated you, most especially that he just witnessed you tease Mark like that. But you were too mad at him to even care, what was the point even? He didn't believe you even when you told him the truth that Mark was just a friend.

Why even try now?

"Hi Sir James." Beverly greeted happily.

"Mister Barnes." Mark acknowledged.

Bucky ignored them and kept his eyes on you. You didn't falter under his gaze and simply stared back at him with blank eyes. It's as if a staring competition took place when the both of you merely looked at each other, neither of you looking away nor attempting to do so.

"How was that date last Friday, Jim?" Bucky asked, his eyes still trained on yours.

Mark made a funny face at the name that Bucky called him but shrugged anyway. Before he could even respond, you decided to answer on his behalf. If Bucky wanted to spite you, you'd give him a taste of his own medicine.

"It was actually great. We might go on another one this Friday." you said.

"We are?" Mark asked in a whisper.

Bucky's hand landed on Mark's shoulder, "Don't count on it, Andrew. She's going to be doing a lot of work on Friday due to the project." he said through gritted teeth.

You shrugged, "Oh, but I thought Mackenzie's doing all my work?"

"I'm ready to head back, Buck."

Speak of the devil herself. Mackenzie weaved through the tables and approached Bucky, her face brightening up when she saw you, Mark and Beverly.

"Oh, hey you." she greeted you. "Look, I think we may have started off on the wrong foot earlier. I'm not here to take your job, just here to spice things up a bit. Improve your ideas, give Bucky some assistance." she chuckled, holding onto Bucky's arm yet again.

You fought back the urge to grab your glass of water and throw it at her face. As the saying goes, kill them with kindness. So you merely shrugged and extended an arm for a handshake.

"Of course. I would love to improve your ideas as well, you know. Just a healthy discourse between two marketing professionals. We good?" you said.

Mackenzie forced out a chuckle and reached for your hand, "We’re good. I look forward to working with you." she said before turning back to Bucky who was still gazing at you.

"Let's go?" she asked sweetly.

Bucky smirked at you before wrapping an arm around Mackenzie's waist, guiding her out of the restaurant the same way he did to you. You were too focused on Bucky's body language around Mackenzie that you failed to notice that Mark was watching you closely, your expressions and how you reacted towards Bucky.

"I think I know what's happening."

-

"You what?!"

"Shhh!" you hushed Mark and peeked out of the empty pantry to make sure the coast was clear.

Mark noticed the tension between you and Bucky and he came to a conclusion that the both of you dated at one point. He wasn't really wrong but he wasn't right either. So you decided to tell him everything, from the moment you matched with Bucky on Tinder until your last conversation with him last Saturday.

"I honestly thought you were dating, I didn't know there was sex involved. No wonder he had been calling me weird names." he said incredulously. "Was that you and Mister Barnes that Janet reported to the HR?" he asked, stifling his laughter.

You groaned, "Yes. Ugh, gave me a panic attack when I found out about that incident report." you said.

"Hey..." Mark called out. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this. Your secret is safe with me." he reassured.

You nodded, "I think it was about time that I told someone about us anyway. This whole situation is driving me crazy and I don't know what to do next. And I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess, I shouldn't have said that we were going out again. I don't want you or your job getting compromised because of our petty fight." you exhaled.

You had to admit, you felt so much better now after confiding with Mark. It somewhat alleviated the weight on your shoulders, knowing that there was someone aware of what you were going through. Who would've thought that this person would end up being Mark? You did have friends outside of work of course, but you felt like they all wouldn't really understand the situation.

Half would hate you for rejecting Bucky and the other half would hate you for even swiping right on him.

"Do you mind an unsolicited advice?" Mark asked.

"Not at all." you said.

"Ignore him. Don't let him or Mackenzie get to you. Do what you do best, you're great at your job and you'll be fine. That might get him to realize that you're not a prize to be won. And if he still doesn't see that, then that's his loss. You're more than just that hot marketing girl at work." Mark said.

You laughed at his last statement, "Hot marketing girl at work?" you asked, shaking your head.

"It's true. So if in any case you decide to ditch the CEO and move on, you know where to find me." he joked, throwing a wink your way.

-

You wanted to finish all your reports so you could focus on the huge project so you decided to work until around nine in the evening. The floor was already empty by the time you were done. Bucky seemed to be working too, given that he was still replying to e-mails at this hour. Wanting to get all the reports over with, you decided to submit it to him before going home.

During the elevator ride to Bucky’s floor, you couldn’t help but wonder whether he was alone in the office. Would Mackenzie be there with him? Even at this hour? Your grip on the folder tightened at the thought of catching them in the act.

But did you have any right to feel this way though?

Brushing off the thoughts, you exhaled loudly and prepared yourself for whatever it was you were to witness. Upon reaching the door to Bucky’s office, you slightly turned your head to listen to anything. It was quiet. No hushed whispers nor strained grunts-- they weren’t fucking, thank goodness for that.

You decided not to knock and just walk inside like you used to, reminding yourself of Mark’s advice.

Don’t let Bucky get to you.

When you saw Bucky hunched over his desk, typing away on his e-mails instead of bending a certain brunette somewhere in his office, you had to admit that you were relieved. He looked up and his eyes looked dead tired, you almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“You should really learn how to knock.” Bucky called out, slamming his laptop shut.

“Look, Bucky. I was just rushing to submit these reports so I can go home.” you explained and placed the folder on top of his desk.

Bucky frowned, “I said to call me Mister Barnes.”

You huffed out, “I honestly don’t care, Bucky. I’m not playing your damn games anymore.” you said and turned around.

A hand on your arm pulled you back, harshly turning you around to face Bucky. He was fuming, as usual. At this point, you were no longer fazed.

“You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do?” he asked.

You clenched your jaw and pulled your arm back, “I’m not doing anything. You bring in Beverly or Mackenzie or whoever it is that you have up your sleeve. I don’t fucking care. I just want to focus on work.” you said and stepped away.

“And you should too, Bucky.” you added.

“I don’t believe you.” he said.

You sighed, your shoulders dropping from exhaustion at this whole shenanigan. “I’m done, Bucky.”

And with that you turned around to exit his office, leaving Bucky unsure whether you truly meant what you said. A victorious smirk graced your lips as you walked back to the elevator.

You were far from done.

-

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[bxcketbarnes]

Assassination to Soulmates

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Soulmate AU)

Words: 4200+

Author’s Note: I see a lot of soulmate type pov’s on tik tok and decided to write one of my own, and here it is. I did not expect it to be so long... oops. Uh, I really hope you enjoy it! Lemme know what you think, okay? I love feedback xox

"Mr. Pierce says that he needs to be eliminated," you hear a gruff voice say, and your brows furrow together, halting your footsteps.

You peek your head around the corner of the dark alleyway, seeing two men with guns in their hands and another man kneeling on the pavement.

"Well, we shouldn't be doing it right here," the other guy suggests and turns his head towards you. You quietly gasp and shuffle out of view before they could see you, feeling your heart pounding against your chest. "There could be eyes anywhere and then we'll get out asses chewed out."

"It's almost midnight, dude. There's no one out right now. C’mon, just fucking do it so I can go home."

You peek around the corner once more in time to see one of the men lift his gun before shooting the civilian in the head. Your eyes widen and a louder gasp leaves your throat, gaining the attention of the two gunmen.

"Goddamnit, I told you!" One of the men shouts and you start booking it down the street.

You start to hyperventilate as you can hear the footsteps running after you. A few gunshots are heard and you duck your head before running down a side street.

Fuck fuck fuck. You curse to yourself as you desperately try to find somewhere to hide. You eye the dumpster warily, not exactly wanting to jump into it but there's no way you're outrunning these guys.

You quickly throw the dumpster lid up and jump inside, resisting the urge to gag as you quietly close it afterward. You hold your breath as you hear the footsteps become louder, huffing and puffing leaving the men's lips.

"Goddamnit. She got away," one of them states and you chew on your lip, keeping your breathing steady.

"Not for long. We'll send him after her. Pierce will know what to do. C'mon," the other mentions and you wait a bit longer as their footsteps grow quieter.

You sit in the dumpster for what feels like forever before deciding to finally leave. Your heart beats quickly against your chest as you constantly look over your shoulder during your walk home.

Who were they?

Who's Pierce?

Are they in a gang?

What did they mean by sending him after you? Who were they talking about?

Why did they kill that man?

So many questions go through your head as you shakily unlock your apartment door, slipping inside the dark space. You let out a deep breath and rest your head against the wooden object, feeling like you're going to vomit.

You lock your door behind you, deciding that you're not going to leave for a bit before things cool down.

It's been almost a week since the night you witnessed a murder. Almost a week you've been hiding out in your apartment, too scared to leave for anything. Your anxiety has heightened since that night and you find yourself pacing in your bedroom multiple times a day.

A sigh leaves your lips and runs a hand through your hair, deciding to take a bath to ease your mind. You strip yourself out of your night clothes before walking into the bathroom, turning the faucet on.

You wait a few minutes for the water to fill up, staring at the clearness as that night flashes through your memory. You shake your head before letting out another sigh, needing to get your mind off the horrible event.

You grab a bath bomb from under your sink and remove the plastic wrapping before dropping it into the tub. You step in and lower yourself into the steaming hot water, your hands gripping the edge of the tub so hard your knuckles are white.

"I can't live in fear forever," you say to yourself while sinking further into the water. You calm your nerves for almost an hour when your door opening catches your attention.

You quietly try to get out of the tub, leaving the water in it, and grab a towel from the rack beside you. You press your lips together as you tightly wrap the fluffy material around you, securing it before walking closer to the closed door.

Something crashes from the other room and your breath hitches in your throat, causing you to stumble into the shelving unit beside you. You wince as a few things get knocked off the shelf and you quickly turn the light off before hiding in the corner.

You suppress a scream when the bathroom door gets kicked open, the wooden structure coming off the hinges completely. What the fuck. Your eyes look towards the man who walks into the room, his long hair and the mask he's wearing covering his face.

You swallow the lump in your throat as your eyes come into contact with the metal arm he's repping. Who is this guy? You think to yourself as he walks farther into the room.

Taking a deep breath, you quietly sneak your way towards the open doorway without having the strange man notice you. A gasp leaves your lips as he turns around immediately, seeing his steel-blue eyes reflecting off the moonlight.

You quickly make a run for it, not making it very far as the man easily catches up. You go to open your front door when he slams you against it. A groan escapes your lips and you glance over your shoulder to see him raising his fist. You dodge his fist, crouching a bit as the metal fist bursts through the door.

Your heart pounds against your chest as he suddenly wraps his hand around your throat. Eyes widening in fear, you start to pry his metal hand off of you. You're gasping for air as his grip tightens and your eyesight begins to grow fuzzy. "P-Please…" you plead as best as you could, looking into the eyes of the man in front of you. "I-I won't say anything I swear. I'll move to a different country if I have to."

The man doesn't lighten his grip and you're sure that you're going to die here. Black dots begin to fill your vision as your struggling dies down. Your window shatters and the man gripping your throat suddenly lets go of you.

You fall to the floor, taking in deep breaths as you attempt to crawl away. You look towards your shattered window to see Captain America standing in your living room, relief filling your body as the two men begin to fight.

It doesn't take long before the metal-armed man jumps out the window, but not before looking back at you one more time. You cough a bit, gathering your oxygen back as your eyes begin to finally focus.

"You okay, Miss?" The Captain asks you while kneeling beside you.

You nod your head a bit before looking up at the man. "T-Thank you," you choke out and rest your head against the floor.

Captain America gently moves your head to look at your neck, seeing the skin already bruising. "Why was he after you?" He questions with a furrow on his brows.

You slowly sit up, letting out another cough as you rest your back against the wall. "I witnessed two people kill someone," you inform him and a hum leaves his lips.

"I'm Steve," he introduces while holding his right hand out for you to shake.

"Y/N," you tell him and raise your left arm to shake his hand, his blue eyes drifting towards the birthmark on your arm.

Steve tilts his head before looking up at you through your lashes. "Interesting mark," he mumbles and your cheeks flush, pulling your arm away from him. "My friend, Bucky… he used to have one just like it."

Your heart breaks at the past tense he uses, your eyes casting down to the unique shape on your arm. "Used? He- Is he dead?" You ask softly and Steve nods his head.

"It's strange though since he was born in 1917," Steve mentions and a short groan leaves your lips. Of course.

"Only I would have a soulmate that's not from this day and age," you sigh while subconsciously rubbing the mark. "I've kinda got used to the fact that I'll be alone, so I guess it's not so bad."

Steve frowns and lays a hand on top of yours. "You'll find someone. Whether it be your soulmate or not. Maybe there's another out there that has the same mark."

You nod your head, not wanting to talk about it and Steve moves to stand up. "Steve?" You ask and look up at him, gaining his attention. "What am I supposed to do? I-I can't stay here."

He smiles kindly at you and holds his hand out for you to take. "C'mon, I know a place where you can stay," he mentions and your lips part slightly and you grab a hold of his hand.

-

"So, this Winter Soldier is after her? Damn, he's got a lot of contracts," Sam mentions as you, him, Natasha, and Steve sit at the table.

Steve brought you to Sam's place, informing you that you can trust him to keep you safe. You fiddle with your fingers as you listen to their conversation, not making any attempt to say anything.

"Y/N?" Steve asks and you snap your head up, looking towards the man. "The three of us are going to leave. We've got some stuff to do, but please stay inside and out of sight, okay?"

You gulp and nod your head, mumbling your thanks to Sam. The man smiles gently and waves his hand. "It's no problem. A friend of Steve's is a friend of mine. I'm glad to help," he tells you and you smile in reply.

Steve pats your shoulder, mumbling to you that it'll be alright before the three of them walk out the door. You wait a few minutes before standing up from your chair, walking towards the window to see if everything is clear.

A deep breath comes from your lips as you think how stupid this plan is, but you couldn't get Steve's friend he mentioned out of your head. You recall the blonde mentioning that Bucky was alongside him in the war before he fell from a train in Germany, so you decided to sneak to the museum to see if they have anything on him.

You grab one of Sam's hoodies that sits on the edge of the couch, quickly putting it on before walking out the front door. You shove your hands into the hoodie pocket while lowering yourself into the cab, telling the driver to bring you to the museum.

You pay the driver once you get to your destination before heading inside. You walk around the Smithsonian, taking in brief information as you suddenly find Bucky's memorial. You see a picture of him and Steve together, smiles on both of your faces, and your chest clenches.

He's cute. You think to yourself as you frown, seeing a full-body photo of the man and notice the unique birthmark on his left arm. You bring your hand to your mark, gently rubbing it as you silently wish you could've met him.

You've always been confused by the whole soulmate's thing. You've never heard about two people who lived in different generations having the same mark. It made you curious for sure, but you didn't know any expert on the matter.

You leave the Smithsonian after almost an hour when you hear screams in the distance. You throw your hood up, not wanting anyone who works with those two men to recognize you as your feet take you closer to the chaos.

You're hiding behind a few cars that have been knocked over and your breath hitches in your throat upon seeing the Winter Soldier and Steve fighting. You watch as Steve throws the soldier over his shoulder, noticing that his mask fell off in the middle of it.

Steve's eyes widen as the man slowly turns to face him and your eyes begin to widen as well. How's that… "Bucky?" He asks and the brunette tilts his head a bit.

"Who the hell is Bucky?" The Winter Soldier asks before going to raise his gun when Sam comes flying in, kicking him in the back.

You quickly leave the scene as Steve gets arrested by S.H.I.E.L.D., noticing Bucky walking down an alleyway and you stupidly decide to follow him. You keep your head down slightly as the two of you walk farther into the alley, trying to gather the courage to yell out to the man.

Your brows furrow together when you look back up to see the Winter Soldier disappeared. "What the-" you mumble and quickly turn around, finding yourself alone. You turn back around and let out a gasp as the soldier now stands in front of you.

His metal arm wraps around your throat once more, pressing you against the brick wall. "Who are you?" He asks and your eyes stare into his.

"I'm Y/N," you whisper and Bucky pulls out a knife. You panic slightly and grab a hold of his wrist, stopping him from stabbing you.

Flashes of the two of you together flood your minds, your chest rapidly rising and falling. Another gasp leaves your lips as the flashes fade and tears come to your eyes. The soldier suddenly lets go of you and stumbles back, a look of confusion on his face.

"What was that? What did you do?" He asks and you can hear the agitation in his voice.

"I-I didn't do anything," you stutter and place your hands up in defense. You swallow thickly and push the sleeve upon your arm, revealing the birthmark etched in your skin. "Do you… do you recognize this at all?"

Bucky's blue eyes dart down to your forearm, seeing the unique mark before furrowing his brows. He gently brings his hand to your arm, feeling his fingertips glide over your warm skin.

Before he has the chance to say anything a blunt force meets the side of your head, knocking you out instantly. Bucky manages to catch you before you fall, glancing to his left to see two agents standing beside him.

"Pierce needs you. Bring her too. He'll want to see her," he states before walking away.

-

You jolt awake when someone throws a cold bucket of water onto you, a yelp leaving your lips as you shake your head. "What-" you cut yourself off as you try to move your limbs only to find them restrained. You look around the room, seeing about five other agents standing around along with a few scientists.

Blue eyes meet yours and your breath hitches in your throat, seeing Bucky sitting in the chair across from you. "Buck-" you start but get cut off by the man beside you, your cheek stinging by the slap you received.

"Not a word," the man growls and you swallow the lump in your throat, nodding your head in reply.

The Winter Soldier stares off as the scientists work on his arm, looking to be lost in his mind. You jump when Bucky suddenly swings his metal arm, sending the scientist that's working on it across the room.

The guards raise their guns, aiming them at the man and you start to worry that they might kill him. Your cheat heaves rapidly as you keep your eyes on him, hearing the door to whatever room we're in opening before closing once more.

"Mission report," an older gentleman demands and you tear your eyes away from Bucky. "Oh, and a familiar face. A job you couldn't finish I see."

Bucky goes to move out of his seat when the older man walks towards me only to have two agents hold him back. You try to pry your hands from the restraints, wanting nothing more to be out of this place.

A gasp leaves your lips when the man slaps you in the same spot as the last slap you received. Tears spill from your eyes as the stinging almost becomes unbearable. "Leave her alone," Bucky suddenly says, causing the man in front of you to whirl his head around.

"Interesting," he goes and looks between the two of you, a smirk on his lips. "Now, what would be the reason why our asset would suddenly want to protect you?"

"Mr. Pierce," an agent pipes up causing the blonde to look towards the man standing beside you. The agent lifts your sleeve to reveal the birthmark on your arm. "We believe that they're somehow soulmates."

Pierce clicks his tongue before letting out a laugh. "That is interesting indeed, isn't it? I'll get to you later," he tells you and turns to face Bucky. "Mission report, now."

Bucky's eyes stay on yours and you can see a tinge of softness in them when Pierce crouches in front of him slightly. You jump once again when the older man backhands Bucky, the soldier whipping his head a bit before furrowing his brows.

"The man on the bridge," he mumbles and looks towards Pierce, "who was he?"

"You met him earlier this week on another assignment," Pierce tells him and Bucky's eyes dart towards yours.

"I knew him."

Pierce grabs the stool beside him before sitting down onto it. "Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped the century, and I need you to do it one more time. Society is at a tipping point between order and chaos, and tomorrow morning we're going to give it a push. But, if you don't do your part, I can't do mine. And HYDRA can't give the world the freedom it deserves," he explains to the soldier.

"But, I knew him," Bucky states once more before pressing his lips together. You can practically see his brain putting the pieces together about Steve and you're feeling relieved. Bucky looks back towards you once again, seeing an unreadable emotion in his blue eyes. "And she's my soulmate."

Pierce lets out a sigh and stands up from the stool, telling the scientist beside him to prep Bucky. "He's been out of cryo freeze too long," the man in the lab coat explains as your heart begins to pound in your chest.

"Then wipe him and start over."

"W-Wait," you whisper to yourself as the two scientists lean him back in the chair. Bucky places the mouth guard into his mouth when his eyes meet yours. His chest heaves quickly when he gets locked into place, his head leaning back as the electrode machine begins to descend onto his face. "Stop!"

You thrash in your chair as Bucky's muffled screams echo off the walls. Tears stream down your face as you squeeze your eyes shut, not being able to watch what's happening to him.

"What do we do with her?" An agent asks the older man and you can feel his eyes on you.

"Wait until he's done and then have him kill her," Pierce orders before walking out of the room.

A couple of the agents undo your restraints and lift you from your chair. You thrash and kick amongst their grasp, doing everything you can to get out of their death grip. Screams leave your lips as you look back towards Bucky, his screams stopping as the scientists finish the mind wipe.

"Bucky, please!" You desperately call for help as the two men throw you into a concrete room before shutting the door.

You pant heavily as you back up against the corner of the room, running a hand through your hair. You can faintly hear them ordering him around on the other side of the door and you look up at the ceiling, feeling like that’ll be the place you'll die in.

The door bursts open and you jump, cowering against the wall as Bucky walks into the room. His blue eyes are stone cold as he waltz's over to you before wrapping his hand around your throat for the third time.

"Bucky," you plead, your hand resting on his chest and you frown when the flashes don't play through your mind again. Your lip trembles and you gasp for air when his hand squeezes.

You slowly bring your hand to his face, gently stroking his cheek as you begin to grow dizzy. Memories from the first time you met the Winter Soldier plays through your head as you slowly lose oxygen.

Bucky releases you and you slump to the ground, growing unconscious as the brunette looks down at you. He can still feel your hand on his face as he glances over his shoulder.

I'm getting you out of here. He suddenly thinks to himself while coming up with a plan.

-

Bucky drags his fingertips up to your spine as you sleep peacefully, his lips peppering light kisses along your arm. A soft knock on the door makes the man glance over his shoulder to see Steve leaning against the frame of it.

"How is she?" He asks while crossing his arms over his chest.

"She's good. No major injuries which are good," Bucky sighs while slowly removing himself from the bed, making sure not to wake you.

The two men walk out of the room you and Bucky share, the ex-Winter Soldier looking back at you once more before quietly shutting the door. "How are you feeling? With all of this?" Steve asks, causing Bucky's brows to furrow.

"What do you mean?"

A slight laugh comes from Steve as the blonde looks towards him. "The whole Soulmate thing. Is it going well?" He clarifies.

"Oh, uh, yeah. It's going great. Other than the times that I tried to kill her when we first met, I'd say we're doing well," he explains and scratches at his jaw.

Bucky and Steve sit at the table in the main area, seeing some of the others watching whatever's playing on the television. "Do you still think about it? The time you two first met?" Steve mentions and Bucky sighs before nodding his head in response. "You know that it's been four years, right?"

"Doesn't stop me from thinking about it, Steve. Hell, I still think about the people I've wronged as the Winter Soldier," Bucky comments with a sigh, leaning his chin against the palm of his hand.

"Did she tell you what she did when she first heard about you?" Steve asks and Bucky furrows his brow before shaking his head. "It was right after you jumped out the window of her apartment. I noticed the mark on her arm and mentioned that you used to have a similar mark on your arm back in the day."

Steve notices you walk into the living area and you press your finger to your lips, silently telling him to not say anything.

"So, Y/N told me this a few years later but when I brought her to Sam's place to keep her safe… she snuck out to go to the Smithsonian to learn more about you. She thought you died in the war, and well, so did I obviously."

Bucky's heart flutters a bit at the story he's telling, fiddling with his fingers. "I just… I don't know how she feels about everything, you know? Like, we've never really actually talked about it," he sighs and you frown from behind him.

You drape your arms over his shoulder, causing the older man to jump in his chair before whipping his head back. "Hi, Buck," you whisper and feel him relax at the sound of your voice.

Bucky rests his flesh hand on top of yours and squeezes gently. "Hey. How long have you been standing there?" He asks and you chuckle in response, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Long enough to know that you don't know how I feel," you inform him and Bucky's heart stops, not wanting you to find out this way. "Why don't we go talk?"

Your soulmate nods his head and stands up from the chair he's sitting in. You lace your fingers together and lead him back to your shared bedroom. Once inside the room, Bucky sits down on the edge of the bed and you climb onto his lap.

"What's going on inside that pretty head of yours?" You softly ask while running your hands through his now short hair.

Bucky's hands rest on your hips, gripping the soft flesh every few seconds as he takes a deep breath. "Do you ever wish that you had someone… normal? Someone who's not a murderer?" He questions and you shake your head immediately. "You didn't even think about it."

"I didn't have to. Bucky, I don't care if you used to be the Winter Soldier and that you once almost tried to kill me. That wasn't you. You were being brainwashed by a horrible group of people," you explain to him and his blue eyes soften at your words. You smile at him before leaning in to kiss his lips. "I love you in every way possible. You're funny, kind, dorky. Everything a girl could ever ask for. So, please, stop worrying about me."

"God, you're incredible. How did I get so lucky?" Bucky asks with a slight laugh, hiding his face in your neck.

Giggles leave your lips as you card your fingers through his hair, pressing gentle kisses to the side of his head. "We all need someone to keep us grounded. I'm just glad I got you."

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Stolen Attention

Prompts: “Oh you’re jealous” + “Am I your lock screen” “You weren’t supposed to see that”

Synopsis: phoenix feels left out when Jisung steals away Jaemin’s attention that she had

Note: somin is having a hard time and she just wants attention,, but this is actually the last request for phoenix for a little bit because i’m planning to grow her story more! but please enjoy and as always

*not proofread

It was deserved, the whole of NCT Dream finally being able to just relax and spend proper time together with no outside stressors. Sure they were being filmed essentially every minute but for Phoenix this is what made her happy. Being away from the craziness that was the city and company, there, with her friends. She did miss her two housemates but she was sending them texts to make sure that the two boys back home were eating more than a pack of ramen a day.

Phoenix liked it when they were all doing their own thing, despite what many people believe the group wasn’t always extreme and loud. Moments that she loved were ones that she was experiencing at this second.

Jaemin laid across the lounge upstairs, relaxing into the plush as one hand held his phone as he either watched a video or scrolled through a timeline, she wasn’t sure of which but whatever it tended to be he would let out amused huffs here and there. His other hand, lay in her hair, gently scratching the scalp and tugging now and then to relieve any pressure she was unknowingly suffering.

Phoenix was completely content with sitting there, against the couch, as long as Jaemin kept playing with her hair, that was until Jisung spoke up from next to them, the girl completely forgetting that he was even there with how silent he had been.

“Hey hyung, we should play a round before we get called to do something”

Humming in agreement, Jaemin turned his body slightly to get more comfortable, and in so, removed his hand from the, now no longer sleepy Phoenix.

As he shuffled, Phoenix let out a small whine of annoyance, hushing the girl, Jaemin simply patted the small area between his body and the back of the lounge as a compromise, but having been roped into that kind of spot before by Haechan, she knew that she wasn’t going to get the attention she was now missing.

“We’ll do one round okay little miss princess, then I’ll go back to giving you my hand”

Huffing, Phoenix accepted defeat as she heard the familiar tune of the waiting score as Jisung and Jaemin got ready to play, the younger of the two laughing at how much his noona was whining when she always acted like she didn’t want Jaemin being touchy with her.

One round slowly turned into another as Jaemin declared that he was ‘unfairly killed’, which then turned into three when Jisung got a call from Chenle halting their game causing them to lose at the last possible moment.

If it was any other time the girl would’ve thought herself ridiculous, getting a wave of jealousy from Jisung stealing away Jaemin. He was still there, she could hold onto his shirt, or even move herself onto him for some affection.

Phoenix, did love getting skinship from her same age members, each in their own way. If it had been any other day, she would’ve easy gone to find Jeno, he was always happy to indulge her when she was feeling the need for affection. Even Mark would lay with her, all she had to do was ask - but she didn’t want them. She wanted Jaemin. Her Jaemin.

The heavy feeling of jealousy just seemed to grow and brood inside her more, realising she was only going to feel worse as time passed and more games started, she pulled herself off the ground, hoping some air would help her snap out of her new mood.

Walking outside, she noted how spread out the members had been, passing Mark in the kitchen as he lent against a wall, she squeezed his hand as she grabbed a glass of water before acknowledging Haechan and Jeno by the pool.

Closing her eyes, she focused on the sounds around her and zeroed in on Renjun’s voice carrying through the slight breeze that was around. She felt guilty, but how was she to know that she’d get jealous.

Moving next to the boy, Renjun nodded to her as his voice quieted slightly - but rose it back to the level it was at before once she had situated herself partly lying on the space next to him.

As the song began fading out, he let the next play without his voice accompanying.

“Why are you sulking?”

Rolling her eyes, Phoenix shimmied herself so her head was touching the side of his leg,

“I’m not.”

“You are. Your sulking and your in a mood, what happened?”

Groaning, she looked her member in his eyes, half asking for permission and half giving him a gentle warning that she wasn’t in the mood. Renjun lent back slightly, and shuffled his legs as he laid a pillow that was next to him onto his leg, normally nor caring but there was cameras around. So just in case.

“It’s stupid”

“Reasons when you’re in a mood like this normally aren’t”

“Jisung stole NaNa from me”

The boy let out an aspirated breath, flicking her on the head, in turn beginning to laugh as she whined out annoyed”

“Can you elaborate? How could he steal him, it’s not like he’s yours”

“Well he did, he was playing with my hair and on his phone and then Sung wanted to play some dumb game and he SAID it would only be one round and I bet they’re still playing.. stupid Jisung”

Renjun went to tease her but he could see how badly her mood had began effecting her, Somin didn’t normally care when one of them stopped giving her attention to do something else, she wasn’t that needy but she had been under a lot of stress and Jaemin had been busy.

“You know, I think your being a bit of a sook”

Glaring up at the boy, she pinched his leg, his hand slapping her away soon after.

“You aren’t helping me”

Humming in agreement, the two slowly fell into a silence, Renjun still amused at how oblivious she was being - knowing that as soon as her mood lifted she would feel bad about complaining over something so small.

Phoenix turned her head as she watched Chenle join Jeno and Haechan by the pool, sinking her body down slightly as Renjun’s fingers wound their way into her hair.

Not even registering it when she began falling asleep, some time later waking to laughter and a cool spray of water hitting her face. Opening her eyes noticing how all of the members were out and around the pool, Renjun included.

Tilting her head back, she felt a hand begin slowing, squinting her eyes, noticing the jawline of Jaemin.

“Feeling better little miss moody”

Groaning, she sat up, ignoring the protest of him,

“I was not moody”

“Renjun says different, if you weren’t moody what were you then hmm?”

Grumbling, she reached for his bottle of water, opening it and speaking before replying,

“I wasn’t anything, I don’t know what you mean”

“Oh, what’s wrong, you weren’t jealous were you”

“Don’t be silly”

“Don’t be a baby, baby. I’ll give you all the attention for the rest of the night promise”

“I’m not your baby, Jisung is remember”

Ignoring his teasing, Phoenix left him alone in the seat and moved towards the rest of the group. Jaemin soon hot on her heels, still laughing at her response

“Oh, you’re jealous aren’t you?”

Cooing at her and latching onto her back, a voice broke though their conversation prompting Jaemin to turn his head into her neck, still laughing at how annoyed Phoenix had become with him pointing out exactly how she felt.

“Som, can you connect my phone to the speaker?”

Nodding, Phoenix pulled Jaemin’s arms off her as she began searching for Jeno’s phone, finding it amongst the scattered towels and discarded hoods

“Jeno? Am I your lock screen?”

Freezing as he was half pushed out of the water, he innocently shook his head, whipping it to the direction of laughter escaping Chenle and Haechan.

Losing his breath, Chenle barking out a ‘You weren’t supposed to see that’ before he got dunked by Jeno.

Air filled with laughter as Jaemin’s voice was lost in the noise complaining about how he was meant to be the only one with Phoenix as his background, prompting the girl to lift her brows in his direction.

“Oh, are you jealous NaNa?”

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« Progressive Rivalry

Omg I love your blog 🥺 could I get a scenario or one shot with iwaizumi or Sakusa (or honestly any character you’d like!) where u run into each other at every tournament and it started out as a bitter rivalry but then they got rly worried bc u got hurt and they’re like “why do I care!?” Does that make sense? Ahaha 😅

~ just why do you keep running into the guy you hate most, especially when he equally hates your guts as well?

format: One-Shot 

genre: fluff

- includes: Iwaizumi Hajime

Warning(s): swearing, slight mention of blood, enemies to lovers trope 

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“Oh look, my best friend’s here.” 

“Fuck off.” 

A sarcastic grin tickles your lips as you place a hand over your chest, pouting mock-affectionately as the dark haired spiker wipes at his sweaty neck with a damp towel. You adjust the gym bag on your arm as the rest of your team begins to warm up, already used to this turn of events. 

“Aw, Iwa! You always manage to warm my cold, dead heart. If you have a crush on me, just say so. Are you some kind of stalker?” 

“Hah? A stalker? You wish.”  Iwaizumi stands as the red-headed one and popular brunette behind him stifle their amused laughter into their fists. “Who would like looking at your ugly mug all day?” 

The spiker’s failed attempt to intimidate you with his height had your smile widening in challenge, the insult not hurting a bit.  In fact, you lean a little closer, fake sniffing as if he had genuinely hurt your feelings. 

“Yep. I definitely want this temperamental six year old in the body of a seventeen year old to show an ounce of interest in me. How’d you know?” 

“How can I not show interest in things that perturb me?” 

“So you are interested.” You wink. “Don’t hurt your pretty little head over using words that are too complicated for your brain.” You lean around him to shoot a sweet smile to his teammates, ignoring the flash of irritation across Iwa’s face. 

“Issei, Oikawa, Hiro!” You flash a thumbs up, your pretty smile almost blinding. “You guys were cool.” 

“Y/N-chan~ you’re such an angel!” 

“Angel my ass.” 

“Oh. You’re still here.” Your voice falls dejected as Iwaizumi gains an irk mark on his forehead. Glancing back at your team, you smile and wave at the other three. “Gotta go warm up, cheer for me!” 

“Good luck!” Matsukawa calls after you, merely grinning when Iwaizumi shoots him an irritated stare. 

“Not gonna wish the love of your life a good game?” Hanamaki questions, already beginning to walk off while smirking into his water bottle as his dark-haired friend merely scoffs. The teasing from his trio of “friends”  wasn’t anything new. 

“I don’t think that thing is capable of loving.”

“Yeah yeah, you love her, we get it.” 

Iwaizumi groaned inwardly, sitting down tiredly on the bleachers to rest up as your team littered your side of the net. His jaw clenched when you offered him a lazy wave, kneeling slightly in your position as a libero. 

There were many things Iwaizumi had could say about your character or even the irritating smile on your lips at his blatant annoyance, but he couldn’t deny how well your team mixed. Oikawa whistled lowly as Hanamaki absently mentions to Matsukawa about how the other team hardly stood a chance. 

Iwaizumi blinks, feeling a pit of annoyance in his gut as the boys in the stands whistled at every save you made, the pit deepening even further at the smile you cast in their direction. 

“You’ll get frown marks Iwa-Chan!” 

“Shut the hell-” 

“Oh shit! Y/N!” 

Iwaizumi’s head whips back in the direction of your match at the sound of Hanamaki’s exclamation just in time for the collision. 

And then his breath caught in his breath so abruptly he almost choked. 

You clutched your ankle, teeth biting so deep into your lip so hard Iwa swore he could see a bead of blood as you withheld an obvious wail of pain. Your teammate knelt by your side with a hand clamped over her mouth in shock, Iwa being able to make out from your teammates’ panic that someone had accidentally shoved you so hard to the side you swore you heard your ankle snap in an attempt to stabilize yourself. 

“Y/N-chan!” 

“Is she okay?” 

But Iwa wasn’t listening, all distaste for you seeming to drown out of his system as he wondered, 

wondered why the hell he cared so much about the girl who tried her hardest to get under his skin. Your witty retorts, your wide grin, the softness of your irises, and the pang in his chest every time you jokingly bumped your shoulder against his in passing- 

that same girl who’s cheeks were now shining with spilled tears causing him to rise to his feet. 

“Oi Iwaizumi, where are you going?” 

He didn’t spare a glance to your teammates as they silently made way for the wide-shouldered spiker, dark eyes assessing the damage as he bent down, swooping you up into his arms as if you hadn’t weighed a thing. He ignored the stares and wolf whistles from his team as he hurried out of the gym and in the direction of the infirmary towards the specialists who were trained for these events, heart tugging at the sound of your whimpers. 

“I’ve had dreams about this.” You mumble, eyes clenched shut as tears built up on your closed eyelids, arms wrapping around his neck tighter as you buried your face in his neck. “Please be hot, that’s all I’m asking for.”

“You’re still joking at a time like this?” Iwa’s voice cracks at the proximity, wondering why on earth his chest was pounding in his ears as your eyes shot open. Immediately, you begin to squirm, your face heating up as Iwaizumi continues his hurried stride, barely sparing you a glance. 

“You’re taking me?” 

“No.”

“Don’t be sarcastic with me!” 

Iwaizumi leans his head in the opposite direction, away from the volume of your voice, but he couldn’t stop the slight tilt of amusement on the right side of his lips as you seemed distracted by the obvious pain in your ankle. Mission successful. 

He ignores your protests to set you down, frowning at your claims to wanting anyone else to have taken you. Even the brunette one.

“See, now that’s just plain insulting.” Iwa’s eyes narrow at you as he finally sets you down on one of the cots, about to walk off to find the doctor before a hand weakly tugs at the bottom of his jersey. 

“....I think they’ll come soon. Can you...just stay? Just until they come?” 

Iwaizumi blinked. Then blinked again. 

Iwaizumi clears his throat, recovering from his shock before pulling up a stool and grabbing a nearby first aid kit. He tilted your chin up with his fingers, his gentle touch causing your cheeks to flare up as your eyes took on a vulnerable edge. 

“Why do you hate me so much?” It was genuine curiosity, anything to alleviate the strange heaviness in his chest when he acknowledged that fact that you despised him so.

Your eyes widen at the sudden attack, wincing a little as the cotton pad dabs at your lips, soaked in alcohol. “Why do you?” 

“I don’t hate you.”

“Oh-” 

“I just think you’re annoying as hell.” 

“Well I think that not a single thought goes on behind those pretty eyes.” 

“So you think my eyes are pretty?” 

The silence is heavy as you shake your head no quickly, causing Iwa to click his tongue and scold you to stay still as he keeps his eyes trained on your-

oh god he’s looking at your lips. 

“Yes.” You’re almost whispering, shyly avoiding his widened gaze as you lean away from him.

He stumbles over his words at your direct response, unprepared for the way in which you lean a little further back, eyes nervous and not at all the sarcastic gleam he knows as he swallows back the lump in his throat. 

“Well,” and then his hand is cupping the side of your face as he tugs you closer, confusion swirling in his head as his heart surges him forward, practically mumbling against your lips in a daze before he could stop himself. 

“I think you’re prettier.” 

He wanted to smirk at how he could practically see smoke puff out of your head. 

“Even if you hate me?” 

“I’m honestly not sure I ever did.” 

The distance is closed by you, a hand coming up to run your fingers through his dark locks as his thumb strokes your cheek, lips moving feverishly together as you attempt to pull back-

If he let you go, would you go back to hating one another? 

only for him to kiss you back even harder as if he was satiating some sort of hunger, a smile growing on your lips before a shot of pain shoots through your leg, bringing you back to reality as you whine against his lips. Iwaizumi gasps, ignoring your giggles and assuring words that you’re fine, carefully laying you down on your back while elevating your ankle. 

“Y/N.” 

“First name basis? Look at us skipping all the necessary steps.” you tug your hair out of it’s knot, attempting to redo it with a hair tie between your lips as the pain in your ankle falls to a dull throb. 

“What did....are we...?”

“Does the Iwaizumi Hajime want to know if we’re a thing or not?” Your smile has his cheeks flushing, stare becoming irritated. 

“Oi. Nevermi-” 

“Yes, idiot. Now run along and fetch my things, will you?” 

He rolls his eyes at your playful wink, ensuring your injured ankle was positioned properly before beginning to exit the infirmary-

“And Iwa?”

“What is it, doll?” 

Your chest leaps at the nickname, Iwaizumi beginning to smirk at the change in expression on your face before you clear your throat. 

“Thank you.” 

It was one of the most sincere things you had ever said to him. 

Your unexpected boyfriend kissed you on the lips a second time after a few strides, any confusion within him seeming nonexistent as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The way you gazed up at him had his chest doing somersaults, wondering if you were both just denying the attraction you felt towards one another before fate took its turn. 

“Nah, I should be thanking you.” 

“For what?” 

“Hurting your ankle-” 

“Get out.” 

Iwa’s feeling like an idiot with the lilt to his lips when the door slides shut and something hits the door where his head would have been, the slight smile fading back to his usual scowl at the sight before him. 

His three friends had identical grins on their faces, Matsukawa holding a #1 fan balloon and Hanamaki decked out in merch from your school. He narrows his eyes at the bouquet of flowers tucked behind Oikawa’s back. All obviously from the themed store of the tournament. 

Guess he didn’t need to worry about whether or not you would enjoy his idiotic friends’ company. 

“So you're whipped. Didn’t see that one coming.” 

“Whatever.”

“Iwa, where are you going?” 

“...to go get her things.” 

“You so love her.” 

“Shut the hell up and don’t enter her room until I get back.”

It was only when the dark-haired spiker turned the corner, looking behind and in front of him before his back hits a nearby wall as he attempts to calm his heartbeat, swearing he had never felt such a wild surge of energy through his veins as his lips tingled with the taste of you. He sighs, touching the hair tie that he stole from you when he kissed you a second time from within his pocket, wondering just when his hatred melted into the exact opposite. 

He was so whipped.

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