#THICK AND PLUS SIZE GIRLS! WE RIDE AT DAWN!

[reesdomain]

FALL IS HERE! KINKTOBER IS HERE! COLD SEASON IS HERE! THE TIME OF MY PEOPLE HAS COME AGAIN!!!

[tonysttank]

Fine Line Series |b.b.| Part 1: Watermelon Sugar

I’m too excited about this story right now, so I’m posting part 1 on the same day. 

Constructive and/or general feedback is always welcome!

Summary: Sam Wilson’s adopted sister thought she finally had everything the way she wanted it after he left D.C. to help Captain America. Little did she know that her world was about to get turned upside down when she is forced to move out of the country for her own protection. But maybe living in this new place wouldn’t be so bad...

Word Count: 2.5k

The past two days had been hard to say the least. Between packing everything she owned and mourning the loss of the life she’d built in the last year, Y/N was a total mess. Sam and Steve had stopped by the day after she agreed to move to help her pack and to talk about the details of her flight and new living situation. Sam was here again today, her last day here, helping her pack up her kitchen. They only had a few hours before she needed to be ready to hop into some new age flight vessel Sam had called a “Quinjet.”

With only 45 minutes to spare, they finished packing every last fork and plate into boxes. Y/N insisted on taking a shower before they left, and Sam didn’t try to argue with her. He loaded up the last of the boxes in her now empty apartment into the van that Natasha had secured for them before taking them to the private airport where the Quinjet was waiting. By the time he returned from his errand, Y/N had finished her shower and was no longer a sweaty mess. Sam gave her a sympathetic look when he returned as he noticed her dawning her favorite jacket, one she only wore when she was having a particularly bad day. He hated all of this, but there was nothing he could do to change the situation he’d found himself in. Now, all he could do was keep his most important girl safe, like he had always done.

Y/N followed Sam out to the van so they could drive to the airport. Once they were on the road, Sam spoke up. “I’m really sorry about all of… this.” He said, the pause in his sentence giving away his regret and remorse. Y/N would be lying if she said that she wasn’t hurt by Sam’s actions, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to forgive him yet. Maybe it was her own issues that were keeping her from giving him the forgiveness that he desperately craved and needed from her, but she didn’t think so. He had wronged her, and the fact that he was the one person who truly knew her was what stung the most. Sam was well aware of the issues Y/N harbored about her mom abandoning her with her dick of a father, yet he left without a trace anyways. She would obviously always love her brother, but this was something that only time could heal. Love and trust go hand in hand… and Y/N wasn’t sure if she could trust Sam anymore.

The girl shrugged as she peered out the window. “I just didn’t understand. After all of the things we’ve been through I just couldn’t believe that you had left. No calls, no texts, no emails. I found out from Theresa, and you know I fucking hate Theresa.” Y/N sulked. Sam couldn’t help but chuckle a little at her expression of disdain for their old neighbor in D.C. “You were all over the news. Mom was worried sick, and I had nothing to tell her to make her feel better. Have you even talked to her, Sam?”

He sighed in response, glancing over at her with a look she couldn’t quite read plastered onto his face. “I know. Trust me, I know. You and Mom are all I’ve thought about since everything happened, and yes, I’ve talked to her.” He explained. “It all happened so fast, and I needed this, Y/N. You know I’ve struggled ever since what happened with Riley, and this gave me purpose again. I’m sorry for leaving you, and if I could have I would have come for you sooner. You have to understand that my life has changed forever, and there’s a lot of things that I have to tell you, but for now let me just right my wrong and keep you safe.”

Y/N took in his words with a frown. As much as she understood what he was saying, she wasn’t ready to hear it. She didn’t want to hear it. All her life she had depended on him, and he was her best friend, the one person that had always been hers. In her mind, it almost all seemed fake. Him leaving? She never would’ve pegged that on him in a million years. “Can we just talk about this another time, please?”

He nodded, and the rest of the ride to the airport was silent. The air was thick with sadness and tension. Sam understood that she would need time, and she didn’t even know the whole story. Y/N had every right to feel the way that she did and be upset with him, but that didn’t mean it hurt him any less to see her this way, especially knowing that all of it had been caused by his actions.

Steve met them at the airport since he was the main liaison between her and the Wakandan government. It had taken quite a bit of convincing on his and Sam’s part to get them to agree to house another one of their loved ones. The agreement was made based upon the good nature of T’Challa, and Y/N’s ability to help Shuri with one of her upcoming technical endeavors. The young genius certainly didn’t need Y/N’s help, but having someone with knowledge in the field they’d be exploring was always a plus.

“Nice to see you again, Y/N.” Steve greeted her with a smile at the end of the Quinjet’s boarding ramp. Y/N nodded and flashed him a friendly smile, though she really wanted nothing to do with the man. He was the starting point of her current misfortune. She stowed away her duffel bag that contained a few necessities and a spare change of clothes. Sam insisted, just in case anything went awry. Y/N sat in the back, while Sam and Steve occupied the cockpit. She was sure that Sam had no idea how to fly this monster of an aircraft, but she was grateful for the space he was giving her. The car ride to the airport was suffocating enough. It was quite a long journey to Wakanda, and Y/N grew more and more anxious about their arrival with every passing minute. She was practically vibrating with nervousness when they finally landed some 12 hours later. Under any other circumstances she’d be exhausted, but her spiked anxiety kept her more than awake.

Steve and Sam guided her off the aircraft, Sam insisting that he carry her duffel for her. The trio was greeted with quite a welcome crew, and Y/N was astonished to see King T’Challa when she stepped off the boarding ramp. “Captain, Samuel,” He greeted the two men. “I hope your travels were well.” Y/N stepped around from behind Sam, and bowed her head to T’Challa, unsure if she should bow or shake his hand or participate in some other royal greeting she was unaware of. The man smiled kindly at her. “Welcome to Wakanda, Miss Wilson. We are glad to have you here.”

Y/N smiled warmly back at the man, grateful for his kindness in such a stressful and overwhelming moment. “Thank you for having me here. My brother has spoken very highly of your country.” She told him, unsure of what else to say. The girl wasn’t particularly thrilled to be here in the first place, but it would be rude to tell him that, especially after his warm welcome. Y/N was actually surprised that he was here at all. Surely a King had better things to do than greet newcomers like her?

In all the commotion of the landing and departure of the Quinjet, Y/N hadn’t even noticed the grandeur of Wakanda. Until now, she had thought that it was a country based solely in deep rural African tradition and agriculture. While those things were certainly true, it was also clearly a very rich and highly technologically advanced country, probably filled with gadgets and technology she had never even heard of. It was quite the sight from the landing pad, and certainly a lot to take in. Y/N was quickly drawn from her moment of awe as the people around her started to move inside the building next to the landing pad. She walked quickly to catch back up with Sam and Steve before they stopped in the middle of a large transportation hangar. Y/N was about to ask a question when Steve and Sam’s faces both lit up, and she followed her gaze to what they were clearly excited to see.

“Buck!” Steve exclaimed happily, embracing the man that had approached them in a warm hug. He had brown shoulder length hair, and was the same massive size as Steve, if not even a little larger. When he pulled away from Steve’s embrace to shake Sam’s hand in greeting, Y/N also noticed that he only had one arm. Oh! It was like a lightbulb came on in her head. This was the infamous Bucky Barnes. Y/N had attempted to keep up with Sam’s “criminal” endeavors as much as she could through news stories, and a lot of those stories included this man. What was he doing here in Wakanda though?

Sam turned to Y/N and quickly drew her out of her whirlwind of internal questioning and game of connect the dots. “Bucky, this is my little sister, Y/N.” He told the blue eyed Adonis as he motioned to her. She gave a small smile and wave, unsure of how you greet a century old ex-assassin and super soldier.

Bucky hadn’t even noticed the girl standing next to Sam, being too excited and caught up in seeing his friends for the first time in months since he’d been back out of cryo. It was cliché, sure, but what else could Bucky expect from his life? He was awestruck at how beautiful the woman was, and any words he tried to form dried up on his tongue, especially after the sweet smile she flashed his way. This was the girl he was supposed to look out for? If he had known that he was going to feel like this upon just laying eyes on her, he may have reconsidered his agreement with Sam. Maybe the old Bucky from Brooklyn would’ve been able to woo her on the spot, but this Bucky, the one standing in front of her right now, was shaking in his boots. Not that she even had a clue of his current lack of confidence, she’d never met the old Bucky, but he knew the old Bucky and that was enough to let his insecurities bubble up to the surface within a matter of seconds.

He reached out his hand for her to shake. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He said, flashing her a smile and praying his nervousness didn’t show through it, if his sweaty palm didn’t give it away already.

           “Nice to meet you too.” She smiled back at him, this one full and genuine. His hand was warm and rough, but she liked the feeling. Y/N was unable to pull her gaze away from his for maybe a second too long, and both of them whipped their heads in Sam’s direction when he cleared his throat. Sam flashed Bucky a look of warning that Y/N didn’t quite catch before he directed his attention back to her.

“Let’s go get you set up in your apartment, yeah?” He suggested, adjusting her duffel on his shoulder as he spoke. Y/N agreed and waved to Steve and Bucky as she was led away by Sam, who was mumbling something under his breath.

           “What? Did you say something?” She asked, trotting up next to him before they climbed into a car.

“No, didn’t say anything.” He smiled at her, even though he definitely had said something along the lines of Tinman better keep his damn single hand off of her.

~~~

“Geez, Steve,” Bucky began as they approached his small farming hut. “You couldn’t give a guy a warning?”

Steve looked at Bucky with an amused smile. “What are you talking about, Buck?” The man asked, playing dumb. Steve was very much aware of what Bucky was referring to.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “You know damn well what I’m talking about, punk. Bringing a girl like that around here…”

The blonde gave out a hearty laugh as they entered Bucky’s home. “She’s a nice girl, doesn’t like me very much, but she’s really, really great.”

“Doesn’t like you, huh? Beautiful and smart? No way that dame is related to Birdboy.”

Steve faked a laugh at Bucky’s playful jab. “You guys will get along great. She’s gonna be building you a new arm anyways.” He said, taking a seat on one of the chairs that resided in the corner with the small dining table.

Bucky looked up from the bit of string hanging off his shirt that he’d been fiddling with. “She’s what? I was just supposed to keep an eye on her from afar… I- I can’t be around her all day… Especially when she’s messing with my shoulder, Steve.” The brunette said, panic clear in his voice. Steve knew it was going to be an issue. He knew Bucky, and wasn’t at all surprised by the attraction he was showing towards Y/N. Even when they were kids back in the 30’s, Bucky was always scared to talk to the girls he like, though it may have never seemed that way to the girls. Steve was always getting an earful about his newest crush for weeks before he finally got the guts to ask her on a date. It was understandable that Bucky would be nervous about anyone becoming so familiar with his shoulder, his biggest insecurity. Throw in the fact that she’s a stranger and that Bucky had already basically fallen in love at first sight, which he’d always thought was bullshit till about an hour ago, and it was a recipe for a panic attack.

Steve nodded, moving to place a hand on his best friend’s good shoulder. “Relax, man. I promise that it’ll be okay. She literally has a degree to make prosthetic limbs. Your shoulder won’t be anything she hasn’t seen before, and she’s not going to judge you for it. You guys will get along perfectly. I know you will.” He said in an attempt at calming Bucky down. It may be useless at this point, but Steve just had a feeling about the two of them. Maybe they weren’t destined to be soulmates or anything, but he knew Bucky well enough and had heard Sam talk about Y/N enough to know that they needed each other right now. Whatever they chose to be was their own decision, but Steve was just trying to give his best friend any support he could during a time that he couldn’t be around.

Bucky gave Steve a wary look, and Steve only smiled and response, which earned him a punch to the shoulder. “You think you’re funny playing match maker and shit. Just wait till I tell Sam what your devious little plan is.”

“Aw, you wouldn’t.” Steve said, his words half laughter and slight bit of concern. He’d be dead if Sam found out that Steve was basically trying to play match maker with their best friend and his little sister. Was he breaking guy code? Probably. He didn’t really care though.

[c-atm]

Shopping

"So what is it that we need to get again?”

“Some craft foam, some silk cloth, some latex, and thread.” Patricia huffed a breath before looking behind her as Daniel pushed the cart, dressed in sleeveless red hoodie with the text 'All Black Lives Matter' with the A's in rainbow text, black cargo shorts, white socks and black hightop sneakers with rainbow laces and slouching as he did with a slightly bored and sleepy look on his face.

“Danny, we went over this last night. When we decided to do a Victor Pirates cosplay, for Empire-con.”

Daniel yawned as he pulled his hood over his head. “I don’t recall such a conversation.”

“It was your Idea!”

“No.” He retorted “Steven and I said you and Connie would make a sweet Kasey and Vera, ..Never said anything about getting up at the crack of dawn to get materials.”

“Crack of?” Patrica froze mid-step giving him an incredulous look. “It’s ten in the morning.” She chuckled, “That’s way from crack-of-dawn.”

“Says you.” He grumbled. “Who gets up at nine in the morning on a Saturday?”

“People with drive, ambition, gusto!” She exclaimed, before standing on the bottom seat of the cart and leaning over the front of the cart, pulling his hood up and purring close to his ear. “People who want to see their girl in a silk ruffle pirate skirt and leotard.”

Daniel smirked, a bit more awake at Patricia's flirty tone. “I did say you would be hot Kasey.“

“Yes, you did.” She smirked before giving him a kiss on the forehead, before poking  his cheeks. “But for that to happen, we need to get our stuff,” She chuckled at his sleepy grin before kissing him lightly once.

“Sooo..” twice

“Wake..” thrice

“Up.” four times, the last one lingered a bit longer as it was deeper than the other three.

Daniel hummed pleasantly as they broke the kiss “Ok Tricia, I’m up.” Sleepiness still in his voice as he shook his head and rubbed his eyes

“You’re so cute, Danny. Now,” Patricia turned around and hopped into the cart, folding her hands over her lilac blouse as she crossed her tan short pants legs, and let her heeled black sandaled feet hang out.  “To the fabric aisle, beloved.” She laid back, adjusting her white headband in her blackish brown nape length hair as she grinned as his annoyed and pursed lipped face.

He shook his head as he pushed forward, stealing a giggle evoking kiss before he did. "So where's the fabric aisle, anyway?"

Patricia had the pride to shrug her shoulder, looking abashed. "Babe, I have never been to this warehouse...I am as lost as you, but I trust your instincts and street smarts." She gasped, excitedly. "We can make an adventure out of it."

"Or..or..and this is just a suggestion" He offered. “We can ask someone.”

“Hmmph!”

“Hey look, it’s too early for adventure, and I haven't had nothing but sugar.” Daniel responded, getting a curious look from Patricia.

“Sugar?”

Daniel answered her with a kiss.

The hazel eyes woman sighed through the affection and greeted him with a  pleasant simper, exhaling through her nose as the lingering feeling coursed through her form. “Sugar..” she purred.

“Yes, but sweet as it is, I need sustenance for my body as well as my heart.” His stomach grumbled as to prove his point.

‘Ok fair enough. We’ll get assistance and try to make this a quicker trip, ok?” She patted his cheek, looking a bit guilty. “Lunch on me as well, ok Danny.”

Danny dramatically gasped as he placed his left palm on his chest. “Lunch? Is Penny-pinching Patricia gonna pay for another patrons' provisions.”

Patricia gave an irked titter “She was until said patrons mouth plundered Patricia’s pity.”

“Wait,” Daniel eyes widened as he moved up close to her, his lips slightly brushing against hers.  “This patron apologizes profusely for his playful poking.”

“Patricia requires penance for being poked at, Patron.” She ran her palm over his faded hair cut while giving him a coquettish leer “has the parton prepare something?

“Parted lips?”

She rolled her eyes before looking at his deep brown ones “..Proceed.”

His deep chuckle resounded in her ear as they met once again in a lip lock. Quicker than the last, but much more passionate and exotic as  it was an upside down kiss. Still the feeling of  their mouths interlocking thorough twisting tongues and lacing lips filled them both with a loving desire for each other.

“We should get to work, beloved.” Patrica whispered gently, as they broke the kiss and he rested his head on top of hers.

“You're right, Precious.”  He snickered. “Before Ni’ call to check on us.”

“Right though?” Impeccable timing that one.” Her joking tone followed with a small giggle.

“Ok then first stop, fabrics.”

“Which we still don’t know where to go… and there are no floor associates close by to help.” She gave him a toothy grin. “You know what that means.”

“It means we should call Connie for help?”

“It means,..”

Daniel shocked his head in amusement as Patricia shook her fist and inhaled exaggeratedly.

“Adventure."

"You know, I'm gonna have to limit your  rides with Connie and Lion." He announced while pushing forward. "You're getting to become an addict for adrenaline."

"And adventure and you."

"Aww, aren't we sweet." He teased.

"I have given you sugar today." She stated slyly.

"The best sugar." Daniel joked with a smile  before looking up to the hanging warehouse directory. "So...Were in aisle 4 and fabrics are on aisle 26…"

"Yup..26.."Patricia straightened her glasses as she leaned up. "So hold up, we're going up upstairs..Then down stairs?"

"Looks like it…"

"So we can't just walk straight to aisle 26 despite both 4 and 26 are both on the same floor?"

Daniel walked by the confused girl and to the end of the aisle. He looked down the large hall  like intersection, counting the aisles. "So yeah, this  is the west wing and it only goes to 14 before a wall with no door."

"Looks like there's supposed to be a single elevator on both ends of 14 too." Patricia added with annoyance. "Dumb design. Really, who thought this was a helpful and acceptable outline for a warehouse?"

"Maybe when you become a professional  architect, you can update the layout."

"Don't tempt me." Patricia huffed as something caught her eye. " Aisle 2, got crafts materials."

"Then let's get our Worbia ."Daniel announced as he began to push the cart around the left corner..

" Worbia? You mean Terraflex , right?" She countered.

"Wooorbbbia."

"How about Sintra?" Patricia persuaded.

"The hell your problem with Worbia, Tricia?" He teased

"The price."

"Penny-pincher." He raspberried her cheeks, making her giggle and squeal.

"Maybe" Kissing his cheek, "But also both are cheaper and better to work with...Especially Sintra ."

"Harder to work with too." Daniel turned into the large aisle.

"But so much more possibilities, Danny." Patricia teasingly whined as they looked around. "Ah, there it is." She pointed to the left corner of the aisle three shelves up at a large stack of white cardboard like foam.

Daniel nodded. "Ok, so how are we going to do this, cause like you said. Sales associates don't seem to exist here." He embellished his statement  by waving his arms around the empty aisle, when  something caught his eye. "Nevermind. Got an Idea."

"What are you doing Danny?" Patricia watched as Daniel left her sight. A few seconds later she heard the squeaking of wheels coming closer from behind her. "Danny?" She turned to see her partner, pushing a ten foot, forest green step ladder.

"Told you, I had an Idea." Giving her a smug smile, before climbing the steps to the third shelf. "So what size we need anyway?"

"Get some thick pieces, 48 by 48." Patricia tried climbed out of the car with a bit of a struggle before falling back. She looked up to see Daniel smirking at her.

"Heh-Heh."

" heh-heh "  She mocked his chuckle before stretching her hand out ," Help please."

"Hold on, Precious." Daniel stated as he tossed four foam boards to the floor, having some of them tumble and fall over, before leaping over the front rail and down to the floor, landing safely on bending knees. He playfully popped himself up to a stand and walked over to her, before slipping his arms under her lap and the mid of her back and lifting her up in princess carry getting a pleasant hum from Patricia as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"Such a strong guy.." She nuzzled close to his neck giving him a kiss of appreciation on his cheek.

"I did get on that 'Crystal gem ' work out plan. Plus used to be a tumbler on the cheer team…So you know." He tossed up just a little getting an excited shriek from her as he caught her.

"You little trouble-making…" She growled with a smile, cupping his cheeks. "Come on.You gotta put me down."

"Say it, first." He grinned devilishly.

She arched her head to the side, a sly smirk on her reddening face. "Say what?"  

"You know what."  He nipped her ear.

"I swear." she exhaled in a slight arousal at the feel of his lips on her ear lobe.

"You." 'Chu !' "Swear." 'Chu !' "What?" 'Chu !'

She tottered at each of his  kisses behind her ear, leaning in to to him, before turning to him. tracing his lip with her thumb. She gave him a gentle kiss, before whispering. " I love you, Danny."

"I love you too, Tricia."

Just as they were about to share yet another kiss. Patricia phone rang, a very familiar, very ominous tone.

"Connie's calling you Precious."

Patricia glared at her man  before sighing. "Is it eleven already? We were supposed to meet with her and Steven for lunch...Think she'd believe we're online"

"Not when I can see you two, clearly."

The couple turned around to see Connie and Steven, The former smirking smugly at them. "Hey you found time to get the first item... Somewhat."

"I don't wanna hear that from you, Maheswaran." Patricia said as she snuggled closer to Daniel. "Still, now that all three of you here. I can just stay in Danny's arms for the trip." She joked.

"That's cute." Steven teased.

"Except that she would, if you let her." Connie added.

"They're firm, comfy and warm." Patricia argued before she climbed down. sand faced the two still keeping his arms around her waist. Her head on his chest sharing a glance with him.

"So schmaltzy." Connie teased only to be rendered to giggles as Steven nipped neck from behind.

"You was saying, Nini?" Danny  commented with a smirk.

"Hey, we got our list done .Can you say that?" She counted through giggles.  She breathed out as Steven released her throat.

"We came to help, Since Connie though you two would be distracted with each other. " Steven announced "And she forgot to tell you exactly where everything was. " He poked fun at his Berry, making her blush in embarrassment.

"Yeah, that's my bad." She admitted caressing Steven chin beside her. "This place's layout.."

"Is stupid!" Patricia finished.

"Yes!"

Steven and Daniel greeted  each other with a light fist bump and a nod of silence as they watched in adoration of their partners as they gathered the materials into the cart as they commented on the store.

Stopping them before they could push both it and the step ladder, opting to do it themselves, as they followed their idealistic partners.

[siriuslyem]

Goodbye

An Original Random Element Short Story

Elements: A girl with lilac hair, a boy with a bicycle carriage business, an abandoned beach pier, and a temporary tattoo.

Muses: Coast Days – Hanging Valleys | Ghosts – Myc Sharratt | Take Stock of What I Have – Black Sea Dahu | Ghost Town – Oliver Daldry | October – George Oquluie | We Got Love - | Ocean – Native | Memory – Simon August

Flora Kennedy kicked at the gravel on the sidewalk with one of the toes of her worn-out floral vans. She had just finished her last shift of the week at Whisker Pete's, the town's local music store. As she waited, she scanned the street, looking for her friend Carter who was coming to pick her up for their last weekend together for a while. He would be heading to college on Tuesday, and she would be heading back to Reynold's High to start her senior year.

Without him, she thought, before shaking the thought from her head. Around her, the droopy eyed town was winding down from the hectic tourist season. As the tired shop keepers started to pack up to spend the fall and winter somewhere warmer, Flora frowned. No one ever seemed to want to stay in Sunset Harbor for long.

From a distance, she heard a ringing sound that could only come from one place, and sure enough, moments later, Carter Jones turned the street corner. Even before he pulled up to the curb, Flora caught the friendly smile forming on his face. She raised her eyebrows in question as he came to a stop, and the smile transformed into his trademark smirk.

"Yes?" He asked amused and chuckled as Flora responded by rolling her eyes.

"Seriously? Why would you bring this? Actually, why do you even still have this?"

"Some of us are entrepreneurs."

"You ride people around on your bicycle."

"I offer charming and unique carriage tours of one of the most beautiful coastal towns on the west coast." He insisted.

Flora raised an eyebrow. “It’s a pedicab.”

“Car-ri-age, and as usual, you’re raising both of your eyebrows, not one. Besides, this pedicab paid for three out of the four years I will be seeking an education.” Carter teased but changed the subject anyway, he knew how difficult she was taking his leaving. “Can I interest you in one last bicycle drawn carriage ride through our fair town?”

“I guess it beats walking.”

“Or boarding.” He said noticing the skateboard she was holding.

“It gets me places.”

“It’s going to get you hurt.”

“Says the guy biking without a helmet.” She said sarcastically, slouching in the seat, and smiling a little when she heard his low laugh.

“Florabelle… this is basically a tricycle for adults. If I turn this over, I probably need to evaluate more important things than my lack of helmet. Now, if you will kindly direct your eyes to the right, you will see that we have arrived at stop one on Carter and Flora’s epic weekend.”

“Are you serious?!”

“What?” Carter asked innocently, dismounting his bike.

“We literally didn’t even move.”

“I can’t help that you work so close to the ice cream shop, besides, this is only a pit stop. I have a lot that I want to do today.”

“We have all weekend you know.” She reminded him, as he held the door open for her.

“Time moves faster than you think.” His voice was low, almost sad Flora noted, but he bounced back quickly when he noticed her watching him and ushered her inside with a side nod.

True to his word, she was soon climbing back into the carriage and Carter began to pedal off toward their next mysterious destination. Flora smiled, enjoying the rocky road waffle cone he insisted on paying for, as he gave her a true tourist’s tour of Sunset Harbor. He took care to point out each point of interest and made her laugh as he told her stories she already knew by heart. By the end, the sun was barely poking up over the small-town skyline, and Carter looped back around onto main street where the tour had begun.

“Are you not even going to drop me off at home?” she asked puzzled. She started to pull her board from the storage compartment as he stopped in front of his family’s grocery store.

“We’re not finished,” he said with a wink, as he hopped off the bike. “Wait here, I need to get one thing.”

Minutes later, Carter returned with a cooler and a backpack and placed it in the seat next to her. “We only have one more stop.” He explained. “Hold onto this until we get there please.”

It was a short trip to their destination, a left at the end of Main Street onto Beach Drive instead of a right, and she knew where the last stop would be. After a couple more minutes, and some terrible jokes from Carter, they had arrived at the pier. It was abandoned this late in the day, the restaurants closed around sunset, and most kids from town were at an end of summer bonfire at the McCreed’s, a mile up the beach.

“They’re real loud tonight, aren’t they?” Carter mused as he pulled a blanked from his backpack and spread it on the ground at the end of the pier.

“As opposed to all of their silent parties?”

“I guess.” He said with a laugh, as he sat down and pulled out a couple of Dr. Peppers and sandwiches.

“Dinner?”

“Well I couldn’t very well keep you out all hours of the night and not feed you. I am a gentleman after all.”

“That much about you is true. You are a gentleman.”

“Oh, before I forget, I got you something and it came in the mail today.” Carter said as he rummaged through his backpack and pulled out an envelope. Flora raised both of her brows, purposely this time as she opened the envelope.

“You got me a temporary tattoo?”

“Yeah, but this one is really cool, it lasts for two weeks.”

“Really? Why’d you get this for me? Like I love it, but…”

“I know you wanted a real one, but your dad won’t let you until you’re eighteen. This is the next best thing.” He explained as she looked over the instructions.

“Can we do it now?”

“Yeah, where do you want it?”

“My shoulder of course.”

“Of course. The most obvious of places.” He teased but helped her apply the tattoo to her sun-tanned skin. In the moonlight, her lilac hair reminded him of one of the characters in an anime he used to watch as a kid, but it suited her. It reminded him of a flower, though with Flora, most things about her did. That’s why he picked the tattoo with large peony flowers. He knew she’d want to put it on her shoulder and have it stretch down onto her arm. She had only reminded him a couple hundred times over the years. Twenty minutes later, he removed the paper, and frowned.

“It didn’t really take.” He said.

“It says it takes a day to develop.”

“Oh, you’ll have to send me a picture when it’s ready.”

“Or you could see it yourself tomorrow night.” Her tone was matter of fact, as the fact was one that should have been common knowledge.

“Well.”

“Well what?”

“I’m actually leaving in the morning. I just found out there is a mandatory meeting Monday in my dorm, it’s some get to know you outing or something.” Flora turned away from him, her gaze falling out over the waves highlighted in moonbeams. There was a new feeling in her heart, one that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Betrayal.

“When were you going to tell me?”

“I’ve tried for the last week. It never seemed like the right time.”

“Well, you should have told me sooner.” She said, snapping her head to meet his gaze, before looking down and picking the fuzz off the blanket.

“I’m sorry. I wish that we had more time.”

“Well, it was your idea to take me all around the town.” Flora said, and she looked up at him just in time to catch the faintest glimpse of the same sad smile he wore at the ice cream shop.

“I wanted you to be my last tour.”

“Last?”

“Yeah, Tommy Broadman’s son, Trevor, is coming by in the morning to pick it up. He seemed like a good fit. Responsible and charming like myself.

“And he actually knows all the facts and stories.”

“Yeah that’s a plus.”

“He’ll do good. Trev’s a good kid.”

“I know. It’s a little bittersweet. I’ve spent every summer on that bike since I was nine doing everything from grocery deliveries to tours.”

“Well, it’s a stepping stone. I’m sure by next summer you’ll have a new job in the city.”

“Yeah?” He laughed. “What can you see me doing?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Working in a coffee shop probably.”

“A coffee shop?”

“Yeah, you’ve got a barista vibe, and the girls will flock from all over of course.”

“Oh? What makes you think that?”

“Well, you’re a total babe of course.”

Flora’s eyes widened to the size of tea saucers as the reality of what had left her mouth dawned on her, and when her hand flew to cover her mouth, it's meaning confirmed itself. She was smitten with him, of course, all girls were with his dark eyes and perfect olive skin. Flora had crushed on him since she was ten years old, but Carter always called her his sister, which deterred more guys from dating her than it attracted. She didn’t much mind though, because most guys weren’t like Carter anyway.

“I see.” He said quietly, looking over at her a little more softly than he had in the past. “How long have you felt this way?”

“Seven years.” It was his turn to wear a look of surprise.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“You called me your sister.” He shook his head a little, laughing under his breath.

“I didn’t know. If I had known…” He didn’t finish his sentence.

There was a soft silence between them, as the waves rippled below. There was an uncertainty in the air, a choice Carter had to make. He had convinced himself that she wasn’t into him. That after all these years, she still saw him as the boy with braces and glasses with lenses that seemed to be a solid inch thick; that she saw him as a brother. He thought that she had told him that once.

“Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to kiss you?” He asked her quietly. He didn’t prefer to be so vulnerable, but he was afraid if he masked it and pushed it away, he would end up hurting her more.

“No.” He chuckled sadly.

“Every single time I said goodbye.”

“But you never did.”

“No”

“Do you still want to?” Flora asked, looking up through her lashes, preparing herself for the disappointment she assumed would come.

“Florabelle, I’m going to school 2,000 miles away.”

“Yeah.” She agreed, tears slipping out of the corners of her eyes.

“It’s not fair to you. I shouldn’t have said anything. I told myself I wouldn’t.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m, um, I’m going to head home okay?”

“Let me pack up and I’ll take you.”

“No, that’s okay, it’s late, and you probably need to pack.”

“Flora.”

“I’ll see you Thanksgiving them I guess.” She said walking backwards.

“Christmas, actually.”

“Yeah, well, be safe.”

“Flora.”

She grabbed her board from the storage compartment of Carter’s stupid carriage, and wiped the tears still falling down her face. Stupid tear glands, she thought as she set off down the road towards her house. This shouldn’t be a surprise. Flora knew this was exactly how it would end up going, but it seemed especially cruel to have told her how he felt, only to leave her disappointed in the end. He had no right, she decided as she climbed the stairs leading to her front door.

“Night peanut.” Flora’s father called from the front porch as she stormed by.

“Night.”

She continued her angry internal tirade all the way up the stairs to her bedroom. How dare he in fact. When he knew he was leaving to go to his fancy school, how dare he tell her. Why didn’t he tell her sooner? Why didn’t he kiss her sooner? She changed into pajamas and left her clothes in the floor on her way to her bed. No sooner than her head hit the pillow, the tears came like a dam bursting inside her. Betrayal.

The next morning, she ignored the texts, missed calls, and several voicemails from Carter, and went out into the backyard to garden. After a few minutes, her dad joined her. He didn’t say anything, which she was thankful for, she was happy to be in his company. He hummed as he worked, and it distracted her from thinking about Carter.

“He called again, right before I came out you know.”

“Hmph.”

“This might be hard for him too peanut, everyone knows that you all have been in love since middle school.”

“Yeah well. You haven’t said anything about my tattoo.”

“I know it’s not real. It wasn’t that dark when you came in.”

“Yeah well.”

“Peanut.” He started, never pausing his weeding. “Maybe you should give him another chance. I think he was trying to protect you?”

“Protect me, or stay single to sleep with every girl on the east coast?”

“Peanut.”

“I am not a child anymore. I don’t need to protection.” Her voice broke a little at the end, and her dad hugged her.

“You know, when we lost your mama, I felt betrayed too. It wasn’t her fault though, and I had to come to terms with that peanut. You should always give the people who love you a second chance. You never know how long they’ll be around you know. In the end, it’s your choice. Do what’s best for you.”

“Flora?” Carter’s voice was soft as he crossed the backyard. Her dad let go and patted her shoulder before turning back towards the house. Flora stood slowly and wiped the tears from her cheeks before she turned to face him.

“I have to leave in a minute. We’re actually late, but I didn’t want to leave without making things right.”

“It’s okay Carter. I understand. Be safe.” She hugged him tight, which took him by surprise, and he wrapped his arms around her. “I’ll miss you.”

“Flora?” She looked up, meeting his eyes for the first time since their fight last night.

Carter kissed her, leaning in slowly, making sure she had time to register what was happening, but she was still surprised by the action. “I didn’t want to make the mistake of leaving again without kissing you. Because, Florabelle, I love you, and I would like to figure out how to make this work.” Flora looked back towards the house and saw her father as he peeked curiously out of the kitchen window.

“We’ll figure this out then.” She said before kissing him goodbye. For now, at least.

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Of Body Piercings & Love

Masterlist

ONE SHOT

Steve Rogers x OC Plus!Size Reader

Words: +2,700

Warnings: Body piercings? If your squeamish about that sort of thing? Swearing. Fluff, does fluff need a warning?

Summary: My title sucks, I know, and I'm not good at summaries. Steve Rogers notices something unique about the newest Avenger, and it only escalates from there.

 The first time Steve realized something seemed different about the newest member was the fact she wore flesh tunnels, not to big, just the right size for one to notice that there was an actual hole through her ear with a hoop through them to draw attention. OK, nothing new, it was common, and this wasn’t the ‘40’s any longer. She seemed to have an excellent disposition the moment she walked up with Natasha, carrying herself with confidence, holding her head up and looking everyone in the eye when they talked to her. Y/E/C eyes studying him but not ogling him like most did when they met the great Captain America.

“Its nice to meet you,” she smiled, shaking his hand firmly, and making sure to keep focused on him, which made it hard not for him to look over her larger figure, but he didn’t find it distasteful at all, quiet the opposite. Hoping he wasn’t making her uncomfortable as his blue eyes lingered on her form longer than they should have.

“Like wise Ms. Y/L/N. I hope that you had an uneventful trip to the compound, Natasha tends to try to scar the new recruits when bringing them in,” he eyed Natasha who smirked over at Steve but immediately pulled Y/N into her side in an embrace that let him know they are good friends.

“Not at all, I'm used to the stunts she likes to pull in an attempt to intimidate someone. We go way back,” Y/N smirked to Natasha then looked up to Steve who she caught eyeing her lips, and curious if he spotted anything else besides the holes in her ears.

“You don’t have an accent like hers,” Steve began, he needed to keep Y/N talking, he noticed something and was hoping to keep her going.

“Where are you from?”

“Rural North Carolina,” she admitted.

“A country girl then? How did you get caught up with a group like us,” he smiled kindly and hinting for her to follow him down the corridor.

The entire time she walked with Steve, catching him out of the corner of her eye watching her mouth move. Putting it to the back of her mind as he showed her around the compound, while she explained how she and Natasha met once she made it out of the Red Room. The two meeting and working together at Hydras urging after Y/N was fresh out of training. Training that composed of a new experimental serum that was more aggressive than the one used on Bucky.

The next few weeks found Steve puzzling over body piercings, using any search engine and finding any book possible to understand the purpose of Y/N body modifications as he came to know them as.

Walking into the shared kitchen of the compound, not realizing that Y/N was sitting in the dark looking out across the common area and sticking her tongue out of her mouth. Fiddling with something along her lips and teeth as if it was a nervous tic while in deep thought. Instantly she snapped it back into her mouth when he cleared his throat, thinking that he had caught a glimpse of something sparkle on her tongue.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Steve asked casually, hinting to how she sat hunched over on the bar stool, elbows holding her up.

“No, not really, still wound up from the mission,” Y/N smiled, noticing him watch her mouth once more and looking as if she should be talking funny.

Taking a seat next to her, so close that he realized that she ran hot just like him, looking over her bare arms, surprised he seen no tattoos since she had holes in her ears. Something that he thought should appall him, but it was actually beginning to turn him on. Reading all about the different types of piercings and their purpose in the bedroom, the stimulation they where meant to incite. Holy shit, he needed to think of something else, or start adjusting himself discreetly so Y/N wouldn’t notice.

“What about you? Can’t sleep either,” she asked, pulling the ear bud out that he didn’t realize she had in, turning to speak with him in the darkness.

“No, I think too much when it goes as bad as It did,” he admitted, finally meeting her gaze in the darkness, knowing all too well that she could see as well if not better than he could in the darkness.

“It wasn’t that bad was it? I mean we got the job done, rescued the innocent and took care of the guilty didn’t we,” Y/N questioned, the innocence of it puzzling to him, unable to tell her that he almost panicked when she didn’t respond due to her comm being destroyed in the fire fight.

“No, I mean, yeah, we did all could and got the job done with no casualties, no one got hurt which is always a plus,” he retorted, swallowing his feelings and coming up some lame excuse not to admit that he was becoming attached to Y/N over the last several months she had been with them.

“Almost no one,” Y/N smirked over to Steve watching him puzzle to her response.

“Sam’ still whining about tripping over my feet when he landed to help out, claims I re-injured him somehow,” Y/N laughed, bringing back to memory how Sam had continued to complain the entire trip back, Steve eventually telling him to shut up.

“Yeah, Sam’ a great guy, but when he starts in on someone he doesn’t know when to let up,” he told her, remembering how he chewed Sam’ ass in the men’s room once he got him alone, telling him to back off on Y/N that he had no right to start ragging on her so early, and Sam accusing him of being sweet on her.

“It’s alright, I’ve worked around men all my life, I know how to keep a handle on my feelings,” she chuckled, watching him give her a look of concern after mentioning her life before but chose to ignore it for now.

From that night on, Steve began to notice little things, how Y/N made a point to not stick her tongue all the way out when she made razz-berries or just to taunt someone. Never ate ice cream out of a cone always with a spoon and careful not to allow it to far past her lips as if avoiding drawing attention to something. He would figure it out if it killed him and hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.

Y/N wasn’t stupid she knew exactly what he looked for when he watched her talk, eat, or do anything in general. Another piercing, one that she wore a clear plastic retainer in, so it didn’t draw attention or set off metal detectors or villains with magnetic abilities. Making up her mind to always shoot him a friendly smile when she caught him watching her talk, and once catching him looking up piercings on his phone. With a smirk Y/N had asked him casually if he was thinking of getting his nipples pierced which earned her a shaky laugh and Steve fumbling to swipe off the page.

Finally making up her mind to show him what he was looking for after he asked her to formally go out to a burger joint, along with the rest of the team, he was nervous when he invited her, and it struck her as funny that he could run into oncoming fire but unable to ask a woman out on a date. Still she agreed because she figured it best to let him know her secret that everyone else seemed to know.

Trotting up to him excitedly to loop her arm in his as they all walked down to the garage, catching him off guard but the sparkle in his eyes told her that he was happy it was her hanging on his arm.

“Care if I ride with you,” Y/N smiled, making sure that she talked so he noticed the blue stud that was the same color blue of his uniform.

“Uh, what? No, I mean yes,” he stammered forcing himself to look into her eyes and noticing that they twinkled at his discovery.

“What’s the matter Cap,” Y/N looked at him mischievously, “never seen someone with a tongue piercing before?”

Opening his mouth to speak but cut short by Wanda who hollered to Y/N to join them in them in Sam’ car so that Bucky and Sam wouldn’t kill each other. Instantly he looked down at her, gripping tight to her arm so that she wouldn’t leave his side, earning him a knowing smile as she looked to the group.

“Go on guys, I trust Steve’ driving more than Sam’, I’ve seen how he flies,” Y/N hollered over to the group playfully, allowing Steve to direct her to the motorcycle.

“HA HA, so funny,” Sam laughed before falling into the driver’s seat and shutting the door.

“Now’s your chance Stevie,” Bucky laughed before allowing Steve the chance to shoot him the look of disapproval.

“Yeah, you know what they say about women with tongue piercings,” Tony chimed in as he walked past the two.

“Tony,” Steve blushed, glad that Y/N was preoccupied with Natasha who seemed to be up to something and walking off the moment Steve turned back.

“You ready,” he asked her, getting seated on the bike before reaching his hand back to help her on, and it finally dawning on him that she was wearing ankle boots that had a 2-inch heel, boy shorts, a tank that showed off the shape of her thick frame. Not to mention her breast and the fact she wore a thin bra that left little to the imagination and the fact her tongue and ears weren’t the only thing pierced.

“Whenever you are,” Y/N smiled sweetly to him over his shoulder as she pulled in tight to him, her hot arms wrapping around his equally hot stomach and pressing her breast into his back so that she could lay her chin on his shoulder.

“Then hang on sweetheart, because I'm not going to take it easy on you,” he joked as he fired up the motorcycle and filling her wiggle slightly behind him before settling closer to him if it was possible.

That was the night Steve finally got the courage to ask her to accompany him on a private walk around the compound when they arrived back, figuring it would be better that they walk around there so it would be more private, and Steve didn’t want to be bombarded by fans.

“Glad you got up the courage to get to know me,” Y/N laughed, “it only took you what? A year?”

Y/N gave him a light chuckle as she looked up into his blue eyes, shocked that he actually took her hand in his, making the first move as he laced there fingers together. Actually, noting her blush for the first time as they walked along the tree line, the darkness actually comforting as a light breeze blew, and the cool grass relaxing to Y/N bare feet.

“It didn’t take a year,” Steve let out a nervous chuckle, “more like 8months.”

“So, you were counting, you do realize that I have been here for that same amount of time, so that means,” Y/N hinted to Steve who looked out to the tree line and finally back at her sheepishly.

“I know, I'm pathetic,” he laughed, eyes flitting to the tank top and immediately looking up into her eyes.

“5 piercings, unless you count them individual then its more like 8,” she seemed to admit, leaving him wondering to where the other was but he possibly had an idea.

“Woman in the ‘40s would never be that bold,” he admitted once he looked down at her but seemed to immediately back pedal, “not that there is anything wrong with it, its , your confident, its, shit, I'm sorry, I don’t mean to ramble or stick my foot in my mouth, it’s a lot to get used to you know? The jump in time.”

Y/N just smiled kindly at him, knowing that he didn’t know her true story that she was actually closer to his age, and yes, she knew how it sucked to jump forward in time.

“Actually, I do know what its like to jump through time. I wasn’t the right size for the Red Room, so I was kept in the same facility as Bucky for a while. Except thankfully I only ever jumped 2-5 years at a time instead of 70. But yeah, it still sucked, especially when they stopped freezing me and sent me out to work alongside Natasha. It still felt surreal at times, new technology that was a pipe dream the day before seemed to spring up in a day by the time you come out,” Y/N admitted to the Captain who seemed intent on focusing on what she had to tell him about herself then her tongue this time.

“Well I personally love the piercings, it what makes you Y/N. And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he admitted to her, the look in her eyes telling him that no one had spoke to her like that.

“Thank you, you know you're not to bad your self for a, wait what does Tony call you?”

“Oh God! Please don’t,” Steve groaned as he began to lead her back into the compound.

“Capsicle? Oh, come-on! It’s cute,” Y/N chuckled as he led her to elevator so that they could get to their floor and hoping everyone was still out.

“Its not cute, it’s, it’s, well it’s just not right,” Steve tried to feign hurt but found it impossible due to the fact that he just couldn’t do that to Y/N.

“Sorry, didn’t realize it bothered you,” Y/N admitted quietly this time, stopping at her door when she finally looked up at him.

It was clear he was studying her, wondering what to do or how to proceed, not wanting to impose on her and not wanting to be caught out in the hall to be teased either.

“Would you like to come in? I have beer, liquor, I think I still have some Asgardian mead that Thor gave me a month back if you want to get shit faced,” she laughed, knowing he seen the glimmer of hope that he would accept and not leave her alone for the night.

“I don’t know about getting shit faced, but I wouldn’t mind a beer if that wouldn’t be too much trouble,” he finally stated around the nervousness that was trying to clam him up.

“No trouble at all,” she smiled innocently, opening the door and leading the way in.

One beer leading to them finishing the two cases she had in the fridge and asking him to stay for the night. Both knowing when they woke in the morning there would be hell to pay when they emerged from Y/N room, because regardless of the fact that nothing happened, they would be ragged on for a while.

“I don’t care,” Steve lamented, tucking her into his side, both laying in her bed, Steve in nothing but his boxers and Y/N in a baggy shirt and boy shorts.

“Good, because I'm tired and don’t fill like moving,” Y/N stated, laying her head on his shoulder and throwing her arm over his stomach.

“Meeting at 10,” he yawned over top of her head hugging her with the arm that he had looped around her shoulders.

“Then we can sleep in. Does Capt. America sleep in,” she asked looking up at him and catching him looking at the clock across the room, 3am.

“He does now,” Steve chuckled, planting a kiss to her fore head before snuggling in with her.

“But wait,” Steve began as if something was bothering him, “if you have 8 total piercings, I know where the 7 are, but where is number 8?”

It was innocent enough, but she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped as she patted him on the chest.

“Ill show you eventually,” Y/N reassured him looking up to watch realization settle in his features.

“Oh, then I can’t wait,” he spoke darkly and giving her a sly smirk.

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Lessons on How To…

Pairing Sam x reader

A/N: this is #spnkinkbingo hosted by @fanforfanatic

Square filled: Virginity

Warnings: Fluff, smut, fingering, public foreplay, basically all the good stuff…MATURE 18+ ONLY

Summary: The hunting life wasn’t something you were born into, but you made it your life after your family was killed by vamps. Sam, Dean and Cas took you in, training you to hunt, to fight. Sam seems to spend a lot of time around you, at times almost over protective. You’ve never experienced love or anything related to it, mostly because your house was pretty remote, and your brothers scared any potential interests away. You think Sam is just like your brothers, but you couldn’t be more wrong.

Exhausted after yet another successful hunt, a haunted house in Virginia with three vengeful spirits, you are sitting at the local diner with Sam and Dean. Dean sits across the booth, while Sam sits beside you. Sam, who once again decided to ‘help’ you fend off some stupid ghosts, when in fact you didn’t need any, reminded you so much of your brothers. You inwardly sighed, still missing those beasts after all this time, and the last thing you wanted was a constant reminder from a guy you thought was your friend. Plus it wasn’t just friendship you felt for him anymore, just in case his ‘over-protective’ nature wasn’t enough, you’d fallen in love with the man.

He read the menu over and glanced your way, but you pretended not to notice, because every time you looked into those mesmerizing pupils of his, your core practically melted while heat pooled between your legs. That man was walking sin, pure and simple, and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold back before you took him right here on the fucking table. But therein lay the other problem, you were rather inexperienced when it came to sexual encounters. You weren’t an idiot, you just never physically did the deed, although, if your body was any indication, you’d have no objections to Sam being your first.

The waitress came over to take orders. Dean, as usual, ordered a burger and fries, Sam ordered a chef salad. Then she turned to you. “And what can I get for you Hun?”

Sam, naked in my bed, with a side of whipped topping. That was your first thought. But as you turned to tell her flapjacks all three were staring at you incredulously, and you realized what had happened. Those thoughts hadn’t been just thoughts, they were said out loud instead of just inside your head. Excusing yourself from the booth, you muttered ‘flapjacks with whipped cream and strawberries’ to the lady before rushing to the washroom to die from embarrassment.

Your face must have turned 50 shades of burgundy, the level of horror felt at conveying your thoughts out loud went way beyond crimson. You went to the sink and ran cold water, cupping your hands to splash it on your face. The cold snapped you back to reality, and you wondered how you were ever going to live through the massive teasing from the guys the moment you walked out. There were no windows large enough to crawl through, and no people-sized vents either. Shit. Might as well write your eulogy now and flush your brain down the fucking toilet.

As you ran ideas through your head, you were dimly aware of the bathroom door opening and closing, and the lock being activated. Mentally preparing yourself to fend off some sicko, you spun around to face Sam, who had come to find you. Letting out a sigh of relief that it wasn’t a potential weirdo, you spoke first. “Hey. Why are you in the girl’s washroom? Get lost?” You tried to make a joke, hoping it hid your anxiety over what had happened.

Sam chuckled as he walked toward you. “Funny Y/N, really.” Your body was on instant alert as his body now stood directly in front of you, the scent of him had your hormones screaming for release. You shifted uncomfortably and backed up, only to find the counter. His head bent down and his lips brushed against yours. Your mind was singing Hallelujah as the connection continued, his mouth soft and warm, inviting you to mate with it, and you found your lips parting of their own free will, and your tongue dashing out to find his. His large hands found your waist, lifting you up to sit on the hand-washing station, bringing your legs around his hips. You could feel his protruding erection inside his jeans, rubbing against your wet heat, your panties now soaked with the evidence of your desire.

It wasn’t until his hand moved down into your panties, finding your sensitive area slick with want, that you stopped him. “Sam, I, well, I’ve never umm,” you weren’t sure how to tell him you were a virgin without him howling and doubling over with genuine laughter.

He stared at you, then it dawned on him what you were trying to say. “Y/N, are you saying you’ve never had sex before? Seriously?”

You could only nod. “Don’t laugh Sam. It’s really not funny. Between my over-protective brothers and my remotely located house, I never really got a chance to date. So it never happened. Then I started hanging with you guys and everyone assumes we’re an item, so I never got any dates at the bar either.”

Sam sighed. Then his hands were back on you, and a look of lust clouded those eyes of his. “Well, the first thing I’m going to give you is an orgasm. We won’t have the actual sex here, that we will take care of at the bunker. But you need to know what you’re in for.”

His mouth was on your again, more demanding this time. His hand found your panties and slipped a finger inside, massaging your clit, causing more liquid heat to pool down there. Then his finger, now soaked in your juices, slipped slowly inside your entrance, you gasped at the intrusion, but he just held it there, letting you get used to the feeling. Then he slipped a second inside, stretching you, inciting a moan from your lips, and then he started to move them. His fingers slowly withdrew, then pushed back in. Your fingernails dug into his shoulders as he worked his magic, the long thick digits driving you wild. You felt flushed as pressure began to build, your breath now coming in short gasps before you screamed Sam’s name, finding your first release while Sam rode out your waves with you.

After making you both presentable, you exited the washroom first, Sam sneaking out a few moments later upon hearing an ‘all clear’ whistle from you. Finding your seat once again, you set out to eat your now cold food, while Sam sat down to eat his salad. It wasn’t until you were half way through your meal that you noticed people looking at you, and Dean all but rolling on the floor with amusement. You sink low into the booth as your face once again resembles a tomato and you realize everyone in the diner heard your cries of pleasure. You brought your forehead down onto the table mumbling something about ‘killing you now’. You threw down some cash and went out to wait in the car.

Dean, thankfully, was wise enough to not say a word the entire ride back to the bunker. But his quiet chuckles could be heard even through the loud music blasting from the radio. Sam shot him a warning glance, and Dean held his hands up in mock defeat, but amusement could still be seen all over his handsome features.

You practically ran to your room once you were home, seeking some time alone away from Dean’s crude jokes at your expense. You threw your jacket on the floor and kicked off your shoes before flopping on the bed, fumbling through your nightstand for your novel. A knock on the door interrupted your silence, and you yelled for whoever it was to go away, you were done with the joking for the night.

Sam opened the door and closed it again, turning the lock before walking over to the bed and sitting down on it. He placed a hand on your shoulder, motioning you to face him, and you did. “Y/N, I like you, a lot, and I want to make love to you, that is if you’re willing to have me as your first partner.”

You stared in amazement at his words, not sure you’d heard them correctly. It wasn’t until his lips were on yours again did you respond, your fingers reaching up to play with his silky brown mane, then moving to undo the buttons on his shirt. He was reciprocating, his skilled hands making quick work of your shirt and your jeans. His fingers found the clasp of your bra, and within seconds your breasts were free of confinement. His hot mouth captured a nipple, suckling on the bud like a newborn babe. Your body bucked under his attention, heat gathering in your core as his assault moved back to your mouth as your panties made their way down your legs, exposing your wetness to his hands once again.

“Mmm, you’re so wet Y/N.” he whispered in your ear. He wrapped your legs around his waist, as his tip, dripping with pre-cum, and with painstaking patience, he began the journey inside your hot center. He stopped every few seconds, allowing your hole to stretch, to get used to the intrusion.

But you didn’t want to go slow. “Just do it Sam, please.” The words barely there, yet they found their way to his ears. He kissed you hard as his thick manhood forced its way inside, tearing through the barrier that was your virginity, pausing to make sure you were alright. Your core felt like it was on fire, but you nodded to him to continue. You knew there was more to come, and you wanted all of it. He began to pull out, only to thrust back inside, sending waves of wow-ness to every inch of your body. He picked up pace, finding a steady rhythm that rocked your world, as another orgasm ripped through, moans and cries becoming pleas for more. His own growling sounds responded to your pleas, his movements more demanding now, almost desperate.

A strangled cry escaped his lips as he came, his hot seed finding it’s way inside your belly, until it was everywhere, pouring from your vaginal entrance, mixed with your own slick. It soaked the bed under you, and you both got off the mattress to remove the sheets and wash them. Sam stopped, staring at the bed. “Holy shit! Are you sure you’re alright?” He was referring to the blood pool mixed in with the other fluids.

Giggling at his shocked expression, you said, “I’m fine genius. Let’s get that into the wash before it stains permanently and shower, perhaps not in that order.” you looked down, feeling a trail of stuff dripping along your inner thigh. Sam laughed again, picking you up and carrying you to the waiting tub.

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“Special Episode: A Dragon in Paris” - Part 2

Author’s Notes: I am determined to celebrate possibly the greatest day of my life one way or another. Anyway, have some fluff and angst in the same chapter.

The next morning dawned pretty calm and peaceful as Jay stirred under the covers. Cassi had slept in her luggage for safety reasons and she kind of missed waking up to see the golden creature lying near her head; however, upon hearing her chosen stir, she ducked her head out from inside the bag, yawning, “Good morning.”

“Morning,” Jay greeted. Cassi flew up, rubbing her eyes. She gave her head a quick rub before getting dressed and exiting the room to the smell of bacon and eggs. Aunt Joy stood at the little stove, cooking. “Morning,” Jay greeted again. The older woman didn’t look away but she smiled and returned it, eventually scooping the food onto plates before sitting them on a nearby counter. Brandon came out a few moments later. The two ladies were already talking so they only gave him the briefest of greetings while he got his food; he just smiled at being ignored because he honestly was glad to see Jay talking so animatedly with someone other than his brother for once. When he finally sat, Aunt Joy turned on him.

“Plans?” He shrugged.

“How about the Eiffel Tower? Maybe the Louvre?”

“I’m fine with whatever,” Jay added, “I’m just excited to be out of the country.” She quickly looked abashed. “I mean… uh… my family hasn’t been able to afford going out of the country so….” Aunt Joy smiled at her softly, “That’s perfectly alright dear. No one’s judging you. Everyone has to have a first right?” She turned back to Brandon. Counting off on her hand, she listed off, “The Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, Arc de Triomphe, Notre-Dame,  Pont de Arts….” He turned scarlet.

“Aunt Joy,” he threatened. Jay looked back and forth between the two of them. “We’ll not be doing all of that today.”

She laughed, “Alright but you two should go. Go, go. I’ll do the dishes. And before you ask,” she cut Jay off, “I am sure. Now get. Shoo-shoo.” The teens shrugged, placed their dishes in the sink, grabbed their bags, and said fair well to her. Outside of her apartment was rather serene. Brandon led her down to the Metro and she snickered, mumbling something about how she should record the ride and show it to her dad when she got home; he only raised an eyebrow but knew better than to ask. He really didn’t want a fight with her today. Not today of all days. They got off a couple of stops later. Coming back into sunlight made her squint. He took her hand, continuing down a suddenly very busy sidewalk with a lot of people speaking a whole bunch of different languages. She didn’t bother to snap. Honestly, being grounded by him was enough to slow her heart rate a bit and keep the anxiety from knocking her completely on her butt. There wasn’t much talking between the two of them. Especially because of the crowd. He led her up the Eiffel Tower, once they were able to fight their way through the crowds, where she clung to the metal fence protecting people from falling. Her breath was taken away. The view was spectacular. He tapped her on the shoulder and she turned in surprise as he took a selfie with her. Brandon laughed. Jay turned red and tried to snatch his phone away. He held it out of reach. She had to jump to get close but he still kept it just out of reach. Eventually, she gave up. He poked her cheek as she pouted but pulled her from the tower to head to another location.

Their next stop was the Louvre. Brandon led her through the crowds of people yet again. She smiled upon seeing the art work and was most excited to see the Mona Lisa (as cliché as that was). When they left again, she willingly grabbed his hand.

“That was fun,” she noted. He rolled his eyes.

“Only because you’ve not lived here.” She blinked.

“You’re… not having fun?” He flinched. Rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, he looked out the corner of his eye. Jay bit her lip. Was he that bored?

She dropped her hand from his.

He looked up surprised and saw that her eyes were dimmer and that she looked like she was about to cry. It was his turn to blink. For the months that he had known the strong girl, never had he seen her near crying. He reached for her arms gently, pulling her into a hug. “I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I am having fun. Promise.”

Jay didn’t know how to respond. Her face was heated and her heart was racing again. Before she could respond though, someone screamed. They broke apart, looking around for the source of the sound, but by then, a large group of people were running away from an odd looking person floating in the air, laughed as various circus animals of every size and shape stampeded through the crowd, “That’s right! Run! Run away from Ringmaster!” He cracked his whip. The animals went faster. Jay stared up at him; the whistle on his neck caught her eye as it was an odd color for something she would imagine a Ringmaster would wear (especially since she’d been to circuses her whole life and knew that they were too showy to not have something shiny). Brandon grabbed her hand and started running. She wasn’t ready. Plus, the crowd around them made it difficult.

Her foot got caught on air.

She started to fall but caught herself.

However, she couldn’t keep a hold of Brandon.

“Jay,” he called. She continued to stumble but the crowd was too much and eventually, he disappeared from her sight. Tired of being nearly trampled, she dove for a clear alleyway, collapsing against the brick wall. Jay released a sigh. From her bag, Cassi asked, “Jay! Are you alright?”

“Perfect,” she muttered bitterly. She looked around. “I better transform. I have to do something about that guy… er…. Ringmaster was it…?”

“But you’ve never fought an akuma before.”

“Yeah but I can’t sit here and do nothing.” The kwami hesitated but eventually nodded.

“Alright just be careful.”

Jay smirked down at her. “Always am. Cassiopeia, armor….”

A low growl stopped her words. Her mouth instantly went dry. Staring at her from the entrance of the alley, shoulders hunched, tail switching back and forth, was a bright orange and black tiger. Its eyes glowed in the gloom.

Slowly, she inched back along the alley. The creature stalked forward. She didn’t take her eyes off of it until her back smacked hard into a final brick wall. Her head shot up to see what she’d hit and then paled when she realized her predicament. The cat lunged. She ducked instantly. This was going to hurt.

A loud smack hit her ears instead. She looked up, noticing a shadow over her face and continuing up, she found herself protected by a boy with blonde hair and wearing a black cat suit. He had a staff raised in front of him. The tiger, which he smacked on the head, shook itself to regain its bearings before growling at the other cat boy. He said something to her over his shoulder. “I… I don’t speak….”

“Get ready to run,” he ordered in accented English. Jay nodded and rose to crouching. The tiger lunged again. The cat boy dodged but used his staff to slam it hard into one of the side walls, temporarily pinning it in place. She ran along the opposite wall. Well out of reach of the claws and teeth. Once she was clear, the cat boy swung a few more times and made sure the creature was out before running to join her outside the alleyway; Jay was doubled over, panting hard. He shortened his staff. Placing it on his back, he offered her a hand. She took it. “Are you alright?”

“Better than I would have been if you hadn’t shown up. Thanks.” He nodded.

“It’s not safe here. You better get out of the way. Ladybug and I’ll handle everything with him.” She nodded and started to go but stopped.

“Hey,” she called, stopping him as well. The boy turned back around at her confused. “How do you guys handle… akumas was it?” He nodded.

“We have to find the infected item and free the butterfly inside,” he quickly explained. She crossed her arms. Then it hit her.

“Do the items turn black when infected?”

“Yes. What…?”

“His whistle,” she explained. “I saw it before I got separated from my friend. His whistle is black. I bet that’s where your butterfly is.” A wide smile broke out on his face.

“Merci beaucoup! Go now.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” She turned on her heels and took off, making sure to not have another run in with another tiger as she went off to find Brandon, where ever he got dragged off to.

After about an hour, and a couple of missed phone calls later, Jay came to terms with the fact that she was just unable to find him. The crowd must of dragged him pretty far so she called for Aunt Joy to come and pick her up, discovering that she had already gone and gotten him from somewhere a good run away from her. When she climbed into the backseat, he caught her in a tight hug and said he was glad she was alright. They recounted their harrowing tale to her. She even dared to tell them about the tiger incident and Aunt Joy smiled.

“You were lucky Chat Noir was there.”

“Yes I was,” she agreed. “Honestly, I was going to be in trouble if he hadn’t appeared.”

She didn’t see the way Brandon clenched and unclenched his fits and tightened his jaw.

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The following day, Brandon made it clear that they weren’t going to any popular tourists spots. Jay started to argue but the look that flashed over his eyes was one that said he wasn’t going to put up with it. Today’s coldness was odd. She wondered if she had done something wrong the previous day. After all, it hadn’t been her fault that they had been separated. Aunt Joy, sympathetic to her plight, patted the girl on the hand and gave an address to her nephew, ordering them to both go there and cheer up. He sighed and agreed unwillingly.

There was definitely something between them today. Brandon kept to himself; even when the crowd got a little thick right before they stopped at the front door of a bakery.

Jay felt panic settle into her chest. What had she done? What had she done? What had she done?

He pushed the door open and a little bell tingled, causing a dark haired girl to poke her head out of the back and then approach the cashier register with a bright, “Bonjour.” Jay scanned the shelves of goodies. Her heart just wasn’t there even though her sweet tooth definitely was.

“Found anything,” he asked. Jay flinched but nodded silently, pointing to what looked like a cheese Danish in one of the displays. He spoke rapidly to the girl who nodded and retrieved them fresh versions of their snacks. As they exchanged money, the two of them spoke pleasantly with each other. Her chest felt even heavier. Especially when his face finally released the frown he’d been holding on to all day. Brandon’s smile was soft and his eyes looked energetic; she felt offended at the fact that this random girl was able to make him smile while he continued to make her feel like crap for something she didn’t know she had done or not. He turned after a few moments and motioned her forward. She did so slowly. He rattled off some more French before finally addressing her. “Jay, this is Marinette. She’s offered to show us some not so touristy spots to visit; local hang outs and what not.”

“Oh…” she slowly replied. “That’s… nice.” Brandon smiled.

“Yeah and her friends are going to be there too; they’re supposed to meet up later anyway. What do you say?”

Anger now flared in her chest. Jabbing him in his own with a finger, she snapped, “What do I think? I think how dare you.” His mouth dropped open but she continued, “You make me feel like crap all day long for something I’m not even sure about happening and then you make plans with people I won’t be able to understand. Why don’t y’all just start making fun of me now? It’ll make it easier for me to sleep at night.”

Shock made his words stick in his throat but he managed to get out, “Jay, I….”

She didn’t wait for his response. Turning on her heels, she sprinted for the door and went back out onto the streets of Paris.

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She wiped the tears streaming from her eyes with the palm of her hands. Cassi had flown out of her hiding place, screw the secret, to nuzzle herself next to Jay’s neck under her hair; she was trying her hardest to help her hurting chosen. She couldn’t purr like a cat but she could warm herself a little bit. Cassi willed the heat from her core to move to the outside to help soothe her. Jay sniffled and rubbed a finger on her head.

“Thanks Cassi,” she whispered. The dragon opened her eyes, looking up at her.

“You’re welcome Jay.” Pause. “What are you going to do now?”

“I don’t know. I don’t care.”

“Jay….”

“I’m just going to stay here Cassi. I don’t want to see him right now.” The little kwami fell silent and went back to heating the side of her neck. Laughter rang in the air from a group of children riding a carousel not too far away; couples went by holding hands and hugging, even some families with laughing, crying, frustrated children. She barely heard any of it. The world felt so far away from her. Like a thin invisible sheet of soundless energy kept the world out of reach and there was nothing in her to shatter it.

But someone did. From the outside.

A gentle hand touched her shoulder and Jay jumped up from her seat. The boy, a green eyed and blonde haired being, blinked in shock himself but he eventually managed to ask her a question in French. She wiped her eyes. “I’m sorry I don’t….”

“Are you alright,” he cut off. Her mind tickled in recognition; she’d never met him before. Slowly, she shook her head.

“Not-not really.” He smiled.

“Would you like to talk?”

“I’m not sure I know how.” He sat on the bench next to her and they stayed in silence for a few moments. Eventually he added, “I’m Adrien. You?”

“Jay.”

“You are an American?”

“Yeah. Here visiting a friend’s aunt.”

“That sounds fun. Where is your friend?” She shrugged.

“I don’t know. Don’t care either. He’s got other people he’d rather hang out with than me anyway.” Adrien frowned. Jay kicked her feet on the ground, moving a couple of pebbles around but looked up when he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” he assured her. She balked.

“How are you so sure?”

“Because you called him a friend,” he pointed out. “If he truly is your friend, then I’m sure he wants to be around you.” She hesitated but the idea sounded good to her and she nodded, finally starting to feel better. A clap of thunder caught their attention and they looked up, realizing that the sun was gone and the weather was beginning to take a turn for the worse. Adrien stood. “You should probably head home. Can I give you a ride?” She shook her head again.

“No thank-you. I’m going to find my friend.” He smiled. The look grew wider when he looked over her shoulder.

“I don’t think you’ll have to look far.” He winked. “Good luck!” The friendly French boy went past her, walking further than the dark haired boy standing behind her, stopping at the gate to talk to the girl, Marinette she remembered, who was watching the two of them very closely. Brandon stood there sheepishly. In his hands was a black umbrella. Another crack of thunder pealed through the sky. He walked towards her slowly, opening it as the first beads of rain began to fall. They stared at each other for a moment as he covered them with the thing; they were so close and heat rushed to her face.

“I’m sorry Jay,” he mumbled, “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad today. I’m not mad at you; I was mad at myself.” He shifted his feet. “I’m the one that brought you here and you almost got hurt because of me. I couldn’t protect you. I… all I could think about was you being there without me and the tiger and you bleeding and…,” the word caught in his throat, “dying.” Heat surged through her body. She felt numb. Slowly, she raised her arms to hug him gently. The umbrella was knocked out of the way, causing the both of them to be drenched by the down pour.

“Thank-you,” she muttered into his shoulder. He hugged her tighter, nuzzling his face into the top of her head. They stayed like that for a few minutes before deciding that the rain was too cold to continue; they broke apart and he folded the umbrella, pointing back towards the direction of the bakery.

“Come on. Marinette’s parents offered some warm drinks and snacks.”

“Alright,” she agreed. He gently took her hand.

“Don’t worry,” he promised, “I’ll make sure you understand everything that’s said.” Jay smiled for the first time that day and let him drag her off for some sweets.

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Hawkmoth smiled eagerly. This plan was nearly perfect. The girl Viper examined her daggers, waiting. When the negative feeling finally hit him, he held out his palms for a butterfly to come to him for its transformation. Once he was done, she smirked and added her own darkness. The butterfly shuddered under the weight of it coming from her and he mused that maybe it had been the wrong decision to team with the insidious American pair. When the deed was done, he released it with, “Fly away my devilish akuma and evilize this broken soul!”

Viper rolled her eyes.

How corny.

As the butterfly fluttered out the window, she followed, closely followed by Dark Claw as they began to put their plan into action.

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The poor girl who was destined for the butterfly was not ready. She had heard tales. Hawkmoth was not an unknown name to her; however, when it touched it, instead of hearing a whisper, she heard a hiss and pain seared through every inch of her being.

She screamed.

Writhing to the floor, her body jerked, attempting to reject the evil thing while also embracing it. Her sounds were drowned out by the poisonous smoke that circled her, coming from Viper who had followed the butterfly to its host. She placed her dagger back on her hip. Turning on her partner, she crossed her arms, “Now what?”

“Now we wait,” he confirmed. “We don’t know how this magic will affect her. She might die.”

She threw her hands in the air, “Then what was the point of me wasting my magic?”

“Calm yourself. It’s a test. If she dies, we try again.” He leaned back on the wall. “Our goal is the dragon necklace; don’t forget it and don’t get a head of yourself.” She snickered.

“Whatever.” She started to leave the room. He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Where are you going?”

“You’re not,” she snapped, “my babysitter. I’m going to have some fun.” Before he could argue, she jumped from the window they’d come in and disappeared into the evening gloom.

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exclude civic compact painstaking supplement habitat leeway minute hoax contaminate likeness migration commentary extinct tangible originate urban unanimous subordinate collaborate obstacle esteem encounter futile cordial trait improvises superior exaggerate anticipate cope evolve eclipse dissent anguish subsequent sanctuary formulates makeshift controversy diversity terminate precise equivalent pamper prior potential obnoxious radiant predatory presume permanent pending simultaneously tamper supervise perceived vicious patronize trickle stodgy rant oration preview species poised perturb vista wince yearn persist shirk status tragedy trivial snare vindictive wrath recede peevish rupture unscathed random toxic void orthodox subtle resume sequel upright wary overwhelm perjury uncertainty prowess utmost throb pluck pique vengeance pelt urgent substantial robust sullen retort ponder whim saga sham reprimand vocation assimilate dub defect accord embark desist dialect chastise banter inaugurate ovation barter muse blasé stamina atrocity deter principal liberal epoch preposterous advocate audacious dispatch incense deplore institute deceptive component subside spontaneous bonanza ultimate wrangle clarify hindrance irascible plausible profound infinite accomplish apparent capacity civilian conceal duplicate keen provoke spurt undoing vast withdraw barrier calculate compose considerable deputy industrious jolt loot rejoice reliable senseless shrivel alternate demolish energetic enforce feat hearty mature observant primary resign strive verdict brisk cherish considerate displace downfall estimate humiliate identical improper poll soothe vicinity abolish appeal brittle condemn descend dictator expand famine portable prey thrifty visual

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stance vie instill exceptional avail strident formidable rebuke enhance benign perspective tedious aloof encroach memoir mien desolate inventive prodigy staple stint fallacy grope vilify recur assail tirade antics recourse clad jurisdiction caption pseudonym reception humane ornate sage ungainly overt sedative amiss convey connoisseur rational enigma fortify servile fastidious contagious elite disgruntled eccentric pioneer abet luminous era sleek serene proficient rue articulate awry pungent wage deploy anarchy culminate inventory commemorate muster adept durable foreboding lucrative modify authority transition confiscate pivotal analogy avid flair ferret decree voracious imperative grapple deface augment shackle legendary trepidation discern glut cache endeavor attribute phenomenon balmy bizarre gullible loll rankle decipher sublime rubble renounce porous turbulent heritage hover pithy allot minimize agile renown fend revenue versa gaunt haven dire doctrine intricate conservative exotic facilitate bountiful cite panorama swelter foster indifferent millennium gingerly conscientious intervene mercenary citadel obviously rely supportive sympathy weakling atmosphere decay gradual impact noticeable recede stability variation approximately astronomical calculation criterion diameter evaluate orbit sphere agricultural decline disorder identify probable thrive expected widespread bulletin contribution diversity enlist intercept operation recruit survival abruptly ally collide confident conflict protective taunt adaptation dormant forage frigid hibernate insulate export glisten influence landscape native plantation restore urge blare connection errand exchange

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feasible teem pang vice tycoon succumb capacious onslaught excerpt eventful forfeit crusade tract haggard susceptible exemplify ardent crucial excruciating embargo disdain apprehend surpass sporadic flustered languish conventional disposition theme plunder ignore project complaint title dramatic delivery litter experimental clinic arrogance preparation remind atomic occasional conscious deny maturity closure stressed translator animate observation physical further gently registration suppress combination amazing constructive allied poetry passion ecstasy mystery cheerful contribution spirit failed gummy commerce prove disagreement raid consume embarrass preference migrant devour encouragement quote mythology destined destination illuminating struggle accent ungrateful giggle approval confidence expose scientist operation superstitious emergency manners absolutely swallow readily mutual bound crisp orient stress sort stare comfort verbal heel challenging advertisement envious sex scar astonish basis accuracy enviable alliance specific chef embarrassed counter tolerable sympathetic gradually vanish informative amaze royal furry insist jealousy simplify quiver collaborate dedicated flexible function mimic obstacle technique archaeologist fragment historian intact preserve reconstruct remnant commence deed exaggeration heroic impress pose saunter wring astound concealed inquisitive interpret perplexed precise reconsider suspicious anticipation defy entitled neutral outspoken reserved sought equal absorb affect circulate conserve cycle necessity seep barren expression meaningful plume focused genius perspective prospect stunned superb transition assume guarantee nominate

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install reticent corroborate regretfully strength murder concise cunning intention holy satire query confused progression disillusion background mundane abrupt multiple enormously introduce emulate harmful pragmatic pity rebut liberate enthusiastic elucidate camaraderie disparage nature creep profitability impression racist sobriety occupy autonomy currently amiable reiterate reproduce cripple modest offer atom provincial augment ungratefully expansion yield rashly allude immigration silence epitome exacerbate somber avid dispute vindicate collaborate manufacturer embellish superficial propaganda incompetent objective diminish statistics endure ambivalent perpetuate illuminate phenomenon exasperate originality restrict anxiety anthropology circumstances aesthetic manufacturing conventional dubious vulnerable reality precedent entity success term critical repair underscore stepmother republican hesitantly classic wary contents prediction immediate invoke notorious implicit excluding input skeptical foster element punish frank humanity profound dessert orthodox substance disappear encourage neighborhood elder superfluous naive ascertain complacent resilient deafening military tend prudent glare acceptance skillfully induce monster beam gullible conciliate vessel petty cantankerous disclose archaeology anecdote disdain electronics substantiate subjective tourism advisable joyful incredible provocative psychological ruins discipline condone indifferent misfortune judgmental industrialize tasty assume astute mission mar protective definitely escape oppress shocked virtual zealous endorse qualification hostile eccentric abstract disparate geographical scrutinize generalization tolerate activity claim dogmatic influential obsolete extol implausible subsequent resource chronic benevolent improve confidential ambiguous seriously dearth perplex hatred throughout dine contemporary evoke essentially economic flagrant obscure alleviate eloquent dreaadful clumsy sympathy victim condemn vigor condescend spontaneous quell reprehensible substantially sleeve equivocal ironic decry errand articulate progressive eradicate refreshments elicit aspiration recently exemplary bribery theoretical disingenuous partisan revere particle nostalgia self-aggrandizement debunk tyranny rhetoric hierarchy warning whimsical venerate commend assert miserable awful vibe constrain undermine explicit differentiate compliment scrupulous contempt erroneous ideal refute imply cynical rash presume insight revival vary delay renounce indignant offensive temperate circumstantial export peep logo advertise suppress distort chunk convoluted denounce overwhelming fertility rigorous acquire arrogant university antagonize profitable indulgent strategic breathing idiosyncrasy profession frugal discern accommodation adversary incredulous disturbance digress social belie roam smug continual pertinent voluntarily elite subtle blame sincerity lick horror censure involvement candid infer futile impetuous exploit bewilder sustain diligent sincere protect sealed musical empathy callous parenthetical insure acorn sarcasm seize sacrificially allege emphatic irrelevant progress diplomatic stunned improvise deride reconcile meticulous deject scientifically incontrovertible pressure justify gloomy depict supplant endurance analogous diary bolster slip contemplate pesticide glow religious advocate negligent creator lament fundamental embrace throne inherent inferior valuable thrive trivial pretense reserved capricious refresh refusal flight boost explanation coherent prevalent tenacious official royalty assassin rub poach delete

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