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pavlovianfuckery · 2 months ago

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this is where i'd put my frankenstein joke IF I HAD ONE

A/N: Re-uploading all my fics after having a slight mental breakdown and deleting everything, bone apple tea and all that anyway

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Summary: This is deeply silly, so be warned. Electricity works on zombies, right?

Pairing: Blaine DeBeers/F!Reader

Notes: oral sex, e-stim, no use of y/n

Length: 3600~ words

You can hear his annoyed grumbling as you round the corner, so rather than walk in as you had originally planned you stay back, watching through a crack in the door. The yellow light of the desk lamp lends a warmth to his skin, making him look almost alive as he rakes a hand through his hair. He makes an annoyed face at the laptop screen and for a minute you think he hasn't noticed you yet.

"Are you just gonna stand there and stare, or...?"

That's as close to an invitation that you're going to get so you step into the office, closing the heavy door behind you.

"Feel like taking a break?" Stepping behind the desk, you run your hands over his tense shoulders. Maybe your little scheme has decent timing, after all.

"It's a very tempting offer, but as you can see," he gestures to the stack of papers, piled high on the corner of the desk, then rubs his hands across his face, "I've kind of got a lot on my plate at the moment, doll. Rain check?"

"You're no fun," you pout. "Can't you come by my place after?" Leaning forward, you whisper in his ear in a sing-song voice, "I'll make it worth your while..." When he hesitates, you press a quick kiss to the nape of his neck, his pale hair tickling the tip of your nose as you pull his scent deep into your lungs. "You won't have to do any of the work, scouts honour."

He pulls away and looks over his shoulder at you, brow raised. "Since when were you ever a scout?"

"Since I was hoping that you'd be my guinea pig for an hour? Two, tops."

"You're not exactly selling it."

"It might be a little kinky..." You waggle your eyebrows at him, "You sure you're not at least a little curious?"

"Well, when you put it like that," he slaps the laptop closed and spins the chair around, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer. "I might be able to spare just an hour, if it's urgent."

"It really is."

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He lets you lead him to the bedroom, and it should be nothing. It's not like you could actually hurt him even if you wanted to, but it almost feels like something approaching trust all the same, gossamer thin though it might be. It makes your heart skip a beat when you reach for his hand, and he doesn't shake it off. ‘It's nothing’, you keep telling yourself. For your sanity if nothing else, it needs to be nothing.

There's something almost endearing about the way he toes off his shoes and folds himself into a tailor sit on top of the covers. He stands out like an ink blot on your bed, all blacks and greys against the worn out coverlet with its faded flowers.

"You look good in my bed, you know." Sitting down next to him, you card your fingers through his hair, nails gently scratching his scalp.

"So, is stroking my ego part of your little experiment, or...?" He leans into your touch with a lopsided grin.

"No, but you can consider it bonus content, if you like."

"What if I've got something else for you to stroke?" He looks up at you through lowered lashes, probably aiming for coquettish but ending up closer to a leer.

"Funny you should say that, actually..."

"And here I thought we were a bit past hand stuff," he frowns, "have I severely overestimated our relationship here, or...?"

"The fucking cheek of you," you swat at his arm playfully and try not to dwell on the word ‘relationship’, "one of these days that mouth is going to get you in trouble."

"That a threat or a promise?" He leans in close and the look on his face is almost serious, making your stomach twist in knots.

"Could be both," you shrug, not meeting his eyes, "keep teasing me and you might find out. But for now, just stay put." When he opens his mouth to no doubt argue, you put a finger to his lips. "Shut." And he doesn't say anything. What he does is smile and run the tip of his tongue over the pad of your finger in the most lewd way possible, staring you down the entire time. "You're just trying to wriggle out of being my obedient little guinea pig," you reluctantly pull away from his mouth, "aren't you?"

"You neglected to tell me the 'obedient' part." Now it's his turn to pout, though it's not exactly convincing. "So what are you going to do, now that you've lured me here under false pretences?"

"If you can behave for more than seconds at a time, I'll show you." You lean over the side of the bed, feeling around for the storage box that you keep there. The box itself is easy enough to find, but the particular bag you have in mind, not so much.

"Who says I can't behave?" Whatever point he's trying to make goes up in smoke, because the words are barely out of his mouth before you can feel his hands cupping your ass, making you roll your eyes, not that he sees it. Finally managing to grab the bag you were looking for, you pull it up on the bed. You have a sneaking suspicion that he's never done as he's been told in his life, but rather than mentioning that you open the bag, sorting through the contents.

"I see you weren't kidding about turning me into a science experiment," he sniffs, picking the power box up and turning it in his hands. When it doesn't seem to contain any clues, he puts it back down.

"How about a deal?" You plug everything in, checking the connections as you go. "If you don't have a good time, I'll let you have your wicked way with me, however you want."

"That deal would probably work better if I wasn't already doing that on a semi-regular basis," he chuckles, shrugging his jacket off, "but I'll play."

"You're such a good sport, in fact that's one of the many things I like about you."

"Oh, so you like me, do you?" He uncrosses his legs and leans in close,"you like me," he continues in a sing-song voice, eyes flicking to your lips with a self-satisfied smile.

"How could I not? " You slide a finger under the hem of his t-shirt, making the soft fabric ride up, "you're not only good-looking, but so humble, too."

"And you're still into it," he grins and twists a strand of your hair between his fingers and gives it a soft tug, "I can tell."

His thin lips are still curved into a smile when he kisses you, perhaps even a shade softer than you'd been expecting. It makes your heart flutter against your ribcage in a futile little dance that keeps going even after you pull away.

"As much as I enjoy kissing you, that wasn't all I had planned for tonight, actually." You hook your hand in the tight waistband of his jeans and pull, "these are probably going to have to go."

"'Probably'?" The puzzled face he pulls has no right to be adorable, and yet.

"I mean, my plans did involve your cock, so..."

"Did they, now? Guess you better take them off, then."

While the thought of unwrapping him like a gift doesn't lack appeal, it's not exactly practical. The button pops open easily enough and the zipper slides open without a fight too, but that's about it.

"You could give me a hand," grumbling as you get started on peeling the tight denim down.

"You did say this was an 'experiment', right?" He lifts his hips off the bed, apparently the only assistance he can be bothered with. "If I interfere too much it might skew the results. Besides, maybe I like watching you struggle. "

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me." You manage to get the jeans down his thighs, but only barely. "You know what?" You throw your hands up in defeat, leaving the thick fabric bunched around his knees. Pulling his boxers down as well, you decide to leave him like that for now. At least he won't be able to run off in case this doesn't work out. "I can work with this, I think."

"Not sure if I should feel insulted or flattered, here." He leans back on his elbows, watching you.

"You could be a bit more cooperative, you know." You stick one of the adhesive pads down on the top of your wrist, making sure that it's secure.

"But making you work for it is much more fun," he pauses, then goes on to add, "for me, anyway."

There are a few places you could stick the second pad, but in the end you settle for about an inch above the base of his cock.

"So..." you settle in next to him, sliding your wired up hand around his length, making sure to get as much contact as possible. He's lovely and smooth in your hand as you stroke him, keeping the touch light. "Let's give this a try, see if it'll do anything."

It's simple to operate the box one-handed, so you turn it on and set it to a constant channel, then slowly start turning up the power. "Let me know when you can feel it." Increasing the power one level at a time, you lean in for a kiss. The way he licks into your mouth is eager, bordering on impatient as he pushes his hardening cock against your hand.

"Try to stay still," you warn, trying not to giggle, "if I slip I might zap you, and I don't think that'd be much fun for either of us."

As it turns out, he actually can do as he's told, because his hips still almost immediately. Not sure how, or even if, this will work since he's not precisely alive, you keep pressing the + button every few seconds.

"That tingles," he gasps and buries his face in the crook of your neck with a breathy little laugh, "what is that?"

"You like it?" For a minute you just hold him, letting him twitch against your buzzing palm.

"Jury's still out, but..." he trails off as you slide your thumb over the tip of his cock, changing the path of the current. While waiting for him to make up his mind, you keep doing it, feeling him get wetter with every swipe. Back and forth, back and forth, not trying to rush.

"That's," he shivers, voice catching, "oh, that's good."

That's a decent result, considering how you weren't sure if it would work at all.

"Good enough that I can try something else?" While this had started out as a go-with-the-flow kind of thing, you had a pretty good idea of what you really wanted to do.

"In a minute, just...don't stop, not yet." It's not exactly begging as he lays next to you, but it'll do. And it's hard to resist when he asks so nicely. Besides, it gives you a bit of time to 'experiment', even if it's just an excuse to get to touch him some more. Sliding your hand over his shaft in a twisting motion seems to work pretty well for a start, because he keeps straining against the bunched up fabric trapping his legs and making encouraging little noises that go straight to your core. Careful not to lose contact completely, you slide just the tips of your fingers over him, the reduced area making the stimulation skyrocket.

"Still good?" When he doesn't respond you let go of him almost completely, leaving just the pad of one finger still touching him, rubbing across his slit. You can almost see the current shooting straight down his cock and if he was alive it might have been pretty uncomfortable, but if his reaction is anything to go by his every nerve-ending is lighting up like a christmas tree. "Hmm?"

"Fuck," he grits out, shivering again."That's intense, you should probably..."He frowns, biting his lip, "yeah, you gotta stop, or I'm..."

Rather than cutting the evening short you turn the power off.

"I'm just going to," you reach over and peel the pad off of him, "get that. You good?"

"Just give me a minute, doll. " For a moment he just lays there, sucking down air he doesn't really need, and then he laughs. "You didn't have to take it off, you know."

"It's fine, I mostly wanted to see if it would even work on you." Removing your own pad, you slide the hand up his shirt, resting it on his chest. You can feel his heart thump-thumping against your palm, maybe even getting close to 20 beats per minute. "I have other plans for you, if you're up for it."

"What kind of plans?" He looks pretty silly like this, pants around his knees and hair standing on end. He doesn't seem to really care, but he finally kicks the jeans and his underwear off, discarding them on the floor.

"Wait and see." You rummage through the bag, gathering up the bits and pieces you're going to need. Not everything you pick up gets his stamp of approval, though.

"Condoms, really?" He huffs and makes a grimace of distaste.

"Give me a chance here, will you? This'll be good, I promise." He doesn't seem convinced but he lets it be, for now. "I need to do a bit of setting up for this, think you can be patient with me for a minute?"

"Are you saying that I'm not usually?" He watches as you snap on a pair of nitrile gloves and get to work on straightening out the cables that keep wanting to tangle, ignoring his blatant fishing. Picking up a partly insulated rubber ring, you give it a little wave in the air.

"Does your generous mood extend to this, or am I pushing my luck here?"

"Obedient guinea pig, remember?" He spreads his legs, offering himself up and nearly making you blush, "knock yourself out." The stretchy ring goes over him fairly easily, but he still gives a little hiss as you slide it over his balls. "Careful with the goods, there."

"I think you'll live." After making sure it's nice and snug, you scoot back to the edge of the bed. "This will be easier if you sit here, actually."

For once he doesn't question you, swinging his bare legs over the edge of the bed.

"Good boy." You kiss the corner of his mouth, then get back to work.

The look on his face as you drop to your knees between his legs is nothing short of indecent.

"Now this, I really like," he drawls, "you look good on your knees."

"Keep the flattery coming and who knows, maybe I'll get on my knees for you more often." The flattery is actually entirely optional, but he doesn't need to know that. The pale skin of his thighs is very tempting, and you can't quite resist the urge to press a few kisses to each side as you set the rest up. The new pad is a bit smaller and slimmer, making it easy to stick it down on top of his cock right behind the head, but when you rip the foil packaging open and get the condom out, he pulls a face again.

"What do you even need that for?" He even has the gall to roll his eyes at you, "It's not like I can knock you up."

"That's true," You nod, get a pair of scissors out and snip the tip of the condom off, "but without it, this will be like french kissing a bug zapper, so if it's all the same to you..."

"Alright, I think I get where you're going with this." He lets you roll the offending rubber over him, double checking as you go that everything is connected properly.

"Just a few dabs of this and we should be good to go." Grabbing the bottle of conductive gel you dispense a decent sized blob and apply it under the open part of the ring, making sure there are no dry spots. "Now, let's see..." You turn the box back on and set it to a rolling wave pattern, slowly increasing the power. "I don't want to turn this up too high, so..."

It only takes a few more button presses for his cock to stir, throbbing slightly in time to the ebb and flow of the current.

"Huh," he squirms a bit, fidgeting. "That's different."

"Good different or bad different?" You turn the power up a few more levels and slide your free hand around his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze before cupping his balls, covering the exposed part of the ring with a gloved finger just in case. He watches you with heavy-lidded eyes as you run your lips over his leaking tip. "I want to suck you like this," you bat your eyelashes up at him innocently, enjoying the way his eyes go dark at the words. "Can I?"

"You don't need to ask for permission, you know." His knees spread just a fraction wider, his full attention fixed on your lips.

"You like it when I do, though." It's very distracting to have his cock bobbing right in front of your face like this.

"Guilty as charged."

It's a bit different, giving him head like this. Not that it's usually a chore, far from it, but with the machine doing a lot of the work you're free to just enjoy the way he twitches and throbs between your lips. Gently swirling your tongue over the exposed head has him groaning, tangling a hand in your hair.

You're not delusional enough to think that you might get anything like a 'please' out of him but the noises he's making are almost as good, and with one hand on the controls it's easy to keep him squirming until you decide to stop. Not that that's going to happen anytime soon because he looks delicious like this, knuckles white as he grips the covers and just barely stopping himself from thrusting all the way down your throat. It's a dizzying feeling, being able to reduce him to this desperate thing, his usual tight control slowly crumbling as you bring him closer and closer to the edge. When you slide your tongue against the sensitive underside of his tip and give him a few slow sucks, the sound falling from his slack mouth can only generously be called anything other than a whimper.

"Keep doing that, fuck..." His head falls back, the pale column of his neck almost too lovely as he gives a throaty little laugh, sliding a hand around the back of your head. "Don't stop," he moans, "don't you fucking dare."

His grip is soft enough that you could probably pull away if you wanted, but the point of this isn't to leave him hanging, at least not any more than you already have. Not that he's ever been anything close to shy with you, but when he pulses on your tongue and finally spills it might be the most noise you've ever heard him make, or close to it. The way he floods your mouth has you struggling not to choke and for a few moments you're stuck between turning the power off and having to focus on swallowing fast enough to keep up.

In the end you don't quite manage either, leaving you with come dripping down your chin and him trembling from overstimulation, his legs nearly snapping together like a steel trap. Then he's pushing you away, back arching off the bed, and for a minute you consider leaving the machine on for just a little while longer. But ultimately you decide against it and cut the power, leaving him splayed out on the covers. Removing everything is a delicate affair as he shivers under your touch, but too sated to move yet.

Watching him come down you try to clean yourself up a bit, and you think that there is possibly something to be said about self respect, or perhaps your apparent lack of it. You had known from the start that getting involved with him in any way was a terrible idea and that it would end in tears, at least on your part. But that doesn't mean it's any easier to resist, especially when he's stretched out next to you all spent and relaxed. Vulnerable. Even though you know damn well that all of this is nothing, means less than nothing, your heart still swells until it feels like you might choke on that, too. It's a melting, humiliating thing, one you wish that you could simply ignore.

"Not that this wasn't fun, but," he rakes a hand through his hair, oblivious. Or maybe not, who knows. "I should probably get back to work."

"Yeah, probably." He's always quick at getting dressed at your place, so fast that he could probably teach a class on how to slip into skinny jeans in under ten seconds. It would maybe be funnier if he wasn't nearly always so eager to leave. Rather than wallowing in self-pity, you busy yourself with tidying up, tossing the relevant things into a 'to clean' pile. "I'll see you later?"

"Sure," he grabs his jacket and then he's swanning out the door, calling over his shoulder, "I'll call you."

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32ratsinatrenchcoat · 2 months ago

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Chapter 19 - Mean girls

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Frisk slips out a bombshell

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"My face feels like its been smothered with yogurt." Frisk complained, eyeing himself in the mirror. "You look like a yogurt." Haley countered "What's that supposed to mean?" Haley just laughed and pulled out a whole bag of medical equipment (beauty and skincare products).

"What does this face yogurt even do?" He let his fingers lightly touch, earning a small tut from Haley who gently took a hold of Frisk's wrist and moving it away from his face, "Its a deep pore cleanse mud mask." Haley explained. "Ohh, I think my old girlfriend used to use those two" He stated, earning furrowed brows from Haley, "old girlfriend, huh?" Her voice was pointed, something our beloved (yet oblivious) Frisk of course didnt pick up on, "Yeah, Daisy.. Dolly.. D something uh... oh! Darcy! Darcy yes!" He crossed his legs. "And what bundle of joy was she? Did you use to do skincare with you too?" Haley grumbled. "Huh? No way, she wouldnt even let me touch any of her creams or serums let alone use them." Haley's face lightened at that, "So you'd say I'm better than her then? For sharing my products with you." "You'd still be better than her even if you hogged them to yourself like youre Gollum with the ring." Haley's nose scrunched at that, "Lord of the rings reference? Really? Youre such a nerd" she giggled. "Hey! I am not a nerd!" Frisk defended himself. "You referenced Lord of the rings, you compared me to gollum, which is someting I take slight offense to but I'll let it slide cause its you, seems like pretty nerd behaviour to me."

Frisk dramatically pointed a finger at his chest, "I am not a nerd! In fact I was one of the popular kids in high school I'll have you know." Haley's eyes widened, "You? No way! .. I see it actually. Did you have gossip sessions? Were you judgy? Oh my god please tell me you werent one of those who were complete a-holes.. er.. me." She added bashfully. "Judgy? Please, I was the epitome of judgy. Regina George can step aside, high school me was something else." Haley stared at him in complete awe, "Where has this hidden beauty been hiding all this time?" He laughed at that, "Tightly concealed under my layers of sympathy and compassion for my next of kin." It was Haley's turn to laugh now. Their conversation swiftly got broken by the alarm for the face masks rang, giving Haley a new focus.

As Haley cleaned off their masks, Frisk spoke up once more, "Youre way better than Darcy though, like, way." Haley raised an eyebrow, smiling, "oh? How so?" "Well, youre nicer, more down to earth. Not to mention you let me into your house even though I showed up at like, 9PM." Frisk started. Haley moved her head to the side, "Well, yeah? I mean I lo- I- youre my boyfriend, why wouldnt I?" Frisk just shrugged at that. "I thought it was common decency to .. you know." Haley moved a loose strand behind her ear. "Where I'm from uh... its slightly very much more uptight than here, status and reputation was important, showing up out of the blue could ruin a perfectly crafted schedule and- eh, forget it, you get the picture."

Haley pulls out under-eye masks, guiding Frisk on how to place them, before sitting back, seemingly in deep thoughts. "Penny for your thoughts?" Frisk moved around, laying his head shamelessly in Haleys lap. "You're so less Alex-y than I thought at first." He furrowed his brows and smiled, "what?". Haley met his eyes, "Y'know, Alex-y. Its funny, I always thought I'd end up with Alex, I was just waiting for him to confess, then you came along and.. funny how things work out, no?" She ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, funny" Frisk grimaced. "Oh don't be like that. You're way better than Alex; kinder, prettier-" "less of an airhead" "mm.. nah, I'd say you're both about equal there" "Hey!" Frisk grabbed his chest in faux-offence, earning a giggle from Haley.

The two fell in a comfortable silence, before Haley spoke once more, "So why did you come? I mean don't get me wrong I'm happy that you're here I just.. I don't know, you seemed upset" She scratched lightly at his scalp with her manicured fingernails. Frisk sighed and closed his eyes, "Its uh... JJ doesn't want to talk about shit that goes anything else than whats above the first two layers of skin, anything that could possibly go deeper and she shoos me off like I'm some kid who doesn't understand emotions and troubles, I mean, okay, your chance at asking Sophia out on a date was botched, that doesn't mean it can't happen! I mean my girlfriend literally insulted me when we first met and now look at us!" He ranted before opening his eyes, smiling apologetically, "sorry, didn't mean to rant."

Haley blinked, "JJ likes Sophia?" Frisk's eyes widened, "I wasn't supposed to say that I-" Haley quickly jumped up from her spot on the bed, "I gotta go- eh- I'll be- I'll be right back mkay? Great!" She kissed his forehead and ran out the door. Frisk stared at the open bedroom door and blinked.

"What on earth was that?

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martieshub · 10 months ago

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Wally couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. He knew Di would go all squealy and that having a bond with his girlfriend was what she'd cherish the most. It reminded him of the way Di got close to his own sisters before they even became official family. ❛I'd never live it down if I was the one who told her. ❜ He softly nudged her shoulder and smiled. ❛She'll be happy to see you. ❜ Dolly would be ecstatic over seeing her reading companion.

The question made him release a sigh. Truth be told he didn't want to leave. He did miss his own bed and not having to get up at the crack of dawn to get to work but leaving her it just put into front view how much they'd be long distance when he was on break and he didn't need to be flying down to Virginia as often. ❛Tomorrow at five but I don't want to leave you. ❜ He admitted softly, truly thinking about how hard it was gonna be. ❛Do you wanna come with me? ❜ Frankly, that was a long shot and he knew that. Her work was here in New York. She couldn't just up and leave just on a whim or if he asked. But selfishly he wanted her to come. They'd hadn't spent quite as much time at his own home as they did at hers or at his NY apartment. It would be different but not for the worst. Easter didn't count since they were at his brother in laws house. Come to think of it she hadn't ever seen his home. He knew Dolly would be happy being back home where she knew her treasure chest of toys were and her entire collection was at her disposal. ❛I have an office where you can do your work if that helps any. ❜ The ocean was the best view especially the sunrise and sunsets but he also prepared himself for the inevitable no.

A playful eyeroll followed that statement and a jovial laugh. ❛I knew you were gonna say that. Also you were stalking me. I was minding my own business. ❜ untrue he knew that but it was sometimes unintentional that they kept meeting in places that seemed like they were both stalking the other. All he knew of her at that point was that she had the best PI business in town. ❛Your file didn't show you liked hanging out at go go berry juice places. ❜ Wally teased knowing that even if her file had said that he'd still be curious enough to go see what it was that intrigued her to go into those spots.

He shrugged his shoulders, that was funny now but not so much back then. ❛I am glad we can laugh about it now but to be fair being compared to Mckinney was not the best look. But I'm glad I'm in his good graces now. Though, I don't know dating his best sister friend, I may have gotten a first class ticket to getting my ass kicked. ❜ The same way he made his own brother in law jump through hoops to make sure he was serious about his sister. His knuckles rubbed over hers and shook his head. ❛Hey, none of that. You don't need to apologize. I'm afraid that was flirting. By the middle I was being a little more obvious but it didn't really have much of an effect on you. I could have pulled your hair though. But I don't think that would have made a difference. To be honest I didn't think you'd ever see it as flirting.❜

An amused laugh vibrated through him as he felt the kiss to his dimples. ❛You get a free pass to do that any time you want now. ❜ He smiled as his face turned to look at her. Almost like his eyes were romancing hers. He was still in disbelief that she had let him in. How he got here he had no clue but a part of him thought them being friends first helped. He managed to get her to trust him as an ally, then as a friend and now as a lover. It was clear in the way she looked and the way she let herself be touched without reacting like a flame had just burned her. She had gotten into his heart and had made a cozy little home for herself in there.

❛Great then this time it's a date. She's gonna love you. Just be yourself and I can safely say she'd look at you like one of her favorites. It's fair to be nervous but don't let that get into your head. She's easier than Di was. Just the only downside is that she doesn't speak English. I mean, she knows how to speak it but doesn't like to. She prefers French. ❜ He chuckled and thought about places that could be illegal. ❛How illegal are we talking? ❜

Looking down at her gazing at their intertwined hands he couldn't help but smile. A genuinely enamored smile. ❛The only thing I want to do is spend time with you. I was convinced at food but I do suppose you're an extra perk. ❜ The smile never fading from his face as his hand covered hers and brought her in to give her nose a kiss before nuzzling it. ❛I tend to really like your ideas. ❜ he whispered it against her lips before he pressed them together and pulled away. ❛What's on tv. What have I missed? You totally watched the new Wheel without me? ❜

❝ You’re really going to make me tell her aren’t you! ❞ A giggle escaped her and a small sigh came at the thought of Dolly who she also hadn’t seen as well on this self imposed. She also didn’t want to ruin this and tell him that Diana already had an inkling of what was going on, well more of an inkling at this point. Nor would she divulge the conversation they had and the reason that led to it. That would be a conversation for another day. Telling Diana about this would be easier than telling Charlie, she’d take that right now and take the easiest fifty dollars she made.

❝ When do you leave? ❞ The thought of him leaving had never elicited such an emotion within her until now. There were moments where he would be gone and felt herself wanting his presence around. But now it felt like already missing him without him being gone. She didn’t like it but kept it to herself, as much as she knew it would be hard for her to not have him around, she also knew him. He would take it harder and if she voiced how much she wished he didn’t go, it would make it that much harder for him to do so. His family was already on his mind at all times when he had to go into perilous situations, she wasn’t going to add to that load. The last thing she wanted was this thing blooming between them to become vines and thorns that made things harder for him not easier. ❝ Charm? ❞ A hint of fake surprise and teasing in her voice. ❝ I really don’t understand romance then. Didn’t know that stalking is considered charming these days. ❞

At the thought of Orion’s birthday weekend, she took a deep breath in with a small hiss. The look on Charlie’s face when she ran downstairs came to mind. It would have been disastrous had she not been home. ❝ In his defense, you did barage in and call me your wife. So, of course he was a bit standoffish. ❞ Lifting her left hand, tips of her thumb and pointer finger just centimeters apart as she said that last part. ❝ He also knows about Mckinnley so he didn’t want to take a chance after last time.I do feel bad about that though. I should have mentioned at least once that you were an adult that was around a little sooner than later. ❞ Sighing she let her hand fall into her lap. ❝ I am sorry about that.❞ At the thought of Wally flirting with her for a year, her eyebrows quirked up. ❝ You were flirting with me that whole time? I thought you were just trying to get under my skin and free labor on those cases of yours. ❞

❝ Oh no, I’m not admitting anything. ❞ A shake of her head as she giggled. ❝ But, I will say longer than I’ve wanted to do this. ❞ She leaned over and placed a small kiss on one of his dimples. They were made to be kissed, she had thought once when she saw them. And now in this moment felt brave enough to do so.

There was a peace she had not felt before settling in this moment as she listened to him. There were times when she had thought Charlie stupid for changing so drastically after meeting the woman who would be his wife. Her friend. The mother to his son that no one knew existed. Now, it made sense. There were things you only realized you needed to do for yourself because someone else showed you it. Someone held the mirror up and made you look at who you were and asked if you were happy with that. She understood now and as much as she knew Wally wanted to be there for the conversation she’d have with her friend, she needed to tell him on her own time. And perhap face to face to apologize for all the shit she had put him through on his road to who he was now.

His mom. She remembered what he told her about his mother when he bailed her out all those months ago. The matriachy of his family was a woman she respected without ever having met and dare she say, made her nervous. Reaching out she cupped his cheek, leaning forward she pressed her forehead against his. ❝ It sounds amazing. I am a bit nervous at the thought of meeting your mom, but excited. If you want me to come, I will come. ❞ Nuzzling the tip of her nose against his before pulling back. ❝ Well, I don’t know about everywhere. I’m pretty sure there are places where that could be illegeal. ❞

❝ You know, ❞ Her hazel eyes looked at their hands intertwined. ❝ I was just going to order take out and watch tv, you could stay here, if you wanted. I mean, if you didn’t have something else you needed to do or.❞ Trailing off, a small shrug of her shoulders, not really knowing how to finish that sentence. ❝ If you want to. Just an idea. ❞ Now that things were open she wanted nothing more than to make up for the time they had spent apart and the time she had spent not realizing what was right in front of her.

#interactions. wally #v: dirty cash (money talks.)#listen listen i love long replies it makes me full #but god they make me emo #also she's not wanting him to leave im fine im fine #he just went come with me

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omgthisisnotmyrealaccount · 6 years ago

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as always i got tagged by @quercussp and in following tradition i decided to take like 6 years to complete it

rules: answer 21 questions about yourself and tag 21 people whom you want to get to know better :)

nickname/pet names: the problem with the name elizabeth is that no one has the time to say all those syllables so i get called ellie, liz, beth, eliza, elle, lizzie (i do not like lizzie), if it kinda fits into the name elizabeth i get called it

zodiac: cancer

height: i answer this differently every, idk how tall i am, my hair makes it hard to measure, i’m like around 6ft tall

last movie: it was dunkirk because i am a film connoisseur and deeply enjoy the works of the auteur christopher nolan and the way the film uses both diegetic and non-diegetic sound is truly artful and its definitely not because it has harry styles in it and i like his face

last thing googled: how to spell connoiseur and auteur because do i seem like the kind of person who can spell in french?

favourite musician: like so many, i’m legally obligated to say Beyoncé, one of my fave bands is the jam, i also listen to an embarrassing amount of one direction, so many more but you don’t care

song stuck in my head: a weird al song which is odd because why the fuck would i, a black person have a weird al song in my head??

other blogs: there’s the “real account” this account is named for that i don’t use very often and i have so many sideblogs because im deeply ashamed about each of my interests and crossing the streams brings me much anxiety, i do it occasionally to like try to get used to it.

i have an ackley bridge sideblog, a semi aesthetic one with a specific theme, it has like 5 followers 3 of which are porn bots and i love it because i can just post whatever the fuck i want free of judgement. i have a sims 4 one because i love to slow my game down with shitty custom content. my newest one is fandom blog for a dnd show that 7 people watch, we’re a fun bunch

do i get asks: nah, why would anyone ever want my opinion on anything?

following: at the moment business is slow so i only have two targets i’m keeping track of. my highest playing client doesn’t want his taken down until later next week so i’m just tailing them to keep track of their schedule so i know when is best to strike, the other has started to take notice of my car following them a lot so i’ll have to wipe them out soon, probably tomorrow

dream trip: me and my dad have lowkey been planning to go to disney world because we are cool, we’re trying to get his girlfriend and her 11 year old son on board even though they have no interest in going so we don’t just look like an adult woman and her father going on a trip to disney world because that’s just a bit weird

amount of sleep: i’m running on like 4 hours of sleep atm, its nearly 2am and i have to be up by 7 and i hate myself

lucky number: 2, its even and prime, the “i’m not like other girls” of numbers

what i’m wearing: big tshirt, no trousers, because trousers are for the weak. its what i’m always wearing.

dream job: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ teaching maybe??

fave food: i just like food, its pretty great at the moment i’m eating popcorn kernels because i’m a garbage person

play any instruments: as a little kid i played the violin and i still have that violin even though it does not belong to me, its like a tiny child’s violin so if a person is sad and i am not sympathetic i am capable of playing the tiny violin for them

languages: english and very very limited french

fave songs: i just like songs, they are good, i don’t have a permanent fave song but atm i really like everybody wants to rule to world by tears for fears

random fact: i am a competent tap dancer and just so many opinions on public transport, i could legit write a book

describe yourself as aesthetic things: ??? are funfairs aesthetic? if so funfairs, fairy lights i fucking love fairy lights, sunrises in winter, sunsets in summer, a very specific one but nighttime in supermarket carparks, idk if thats aesthetic but like i feel like that sums up me, i really like 24hr supermarkets and just being in places at 2am where you have no business being in at 2am

i never tag people i these things and idk if i even know 21 people to tag and like i know i always say do this if you want but you really should and tag me because i like getting to know people and these are some fun questions

#that whole bit i was doing witht he 'followin' question was like 'i'm an assassin isn't that funny?'#im not actually assassin #in case that wasn't obvious #but like that question was weird #and i insist on being quirky #if this was a sitcom that i am the protagonist of this is the point where everyone would go 'aww liiizzzaaaa'#and i'd shrug and pull a funny face and shrug like 'that's just me :D'#i hope you'd all watch my sitcom #i am very tired

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sadgirlstoohightocare · 3 years ago

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There's a First For Everything, Right?

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warning: 18+ content,Smut, first time sex, riding (In Editing)

A/n: This was my first smut and wrote it a long time ago. By the way this takes places before Scott was a Werewolf.

You have been friends with Scott since you were seven, and is the reason you know Stiles. Over the years you've grown close with the two, maybe a little too close. Yes, you did, and still do, have the worlds biggest crush on Scott. You thought he was kind, funny, smart... he's every thing you ever wanted in a man. But Scott doesn't feel the same, in his eyes all you are is his kid friend. When you turned 16 Scott made time to go hang out with you. All day all you guys did was watch F•R•I•E•N•D•S, eat snacks, and talk in your bedroom. Thankfully your birthday landed on a weekend so you had the whole day together. Which brings us here, now.

You and Scott are watching "The One Where Ross and Rachel... You know"(S2 E15). You started thinking and you didn't know why but you decided to ask Scott an embarrassing question. "Hey Scott have you ever, done the deed with anyone?" Scott spit out the soda he was drinking, not ready for that question."Uh no I- uh I haven't had sex with anyone... ever." Scott said in an awkward manner. "Oh well that's cool. I mean not because your a virgin- the like the fact that you haven't done it is lame, cause it's not-" It was as though you couldn't stop your mouth from moving before Scott thankfully cut you off. "It's fine I get what you mean." He voiced with a slight laugh as he went back to Watching TV.

"Oh okay, cool... umm so I uh... I was thinking and I wanted to ask you something, I mean you don't have to say yes, just keep that in mind." You stated a bit playing with your fingers not daring to look at Scott

"What ever it is I'm sure I'd say yes Bunny." Awe, Bunny; The nickname he gave you because years ago, when you asked why he said it was because of how quiet you were when you first met eachother. However, now when he calls you by the nickname it makes your heart flutter."Would you ever wanna... y'know, with me?" You cringed at how you phrased the stupid question you should've never thought about. "Are you asking if I want to have sex with you?!" Scott practically yelled and jumping off your bed. "Say that louder I don't think my neighbors heard you." You whisper-shouted followimg suit after him. "Can we back track here, you're saying you want to have sex with me?" Scott questioned in the same quiet tone as you. "Yeah sort of." You shrugged.

"Well, how could I say no." Scott said more enthusiastic than you would have expected.

"If we're gonna do this we can't tell anyone... Not even Stiles. Okay?"

"Yeah. Got it. Done."

"And it can't effect our friendship." You said and Scott nodded his head in agreement.

"So you wanna add any rules?" You asked.

"Can't think of any." Scott said and you nodded.

"Are we really gonna do this?" Scott asked.

"If you're up for it." You said in a questioning tone.

Just then you heard the font door close "I think my mom is gone. Y'know, if you wanna." You said, he nodded and you put your hands on his face, and he whispered "Trust me, I do." Finally you crashed your lips into Scotts. The two of you stood there for a moment kissing one another until Scott started running his hand up your shirt groping and kneading the flesh of your hips. "Scott" you breathed out. Before you could think you pushed Scott to fall on your bed and straddled his hips.

Scott started frantically removing your shirt exposing your bra, his eyes immediately falling to your breasts. You lean over him so now your cleavage was touching his chest "Don't be afraid to touch me Scott." you whispered in his ear. His lips found yours once more in a passionate kiss. You pulled away to take Scotts shirt off, he sat up slightly so you could do so, you carelessly throw his shirt on the floor. "I think it's time to take these off." You said giggling as you unbuttoned his pants and his helped you take them off before throwing them to join his shirt. He rolled you so you were now below him, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he rolled his hips into yours, you could feel his bulge on your covered core. Scott was kissing your neck now attacking your sweet spot. "Scott please" you moaned out wanting more of him. Scott then started removing your pants throwing them with his. His hand rested on your thigh as he made his way back to your neck, kneading your thigh slowing inching towards your wet panties.

Scotts lips attached to yours in a sweet kiss as he inserted one finger inside of you, sliding your panties to the side, your moan trapped in between yours and his lips. You gently pulled Scotts hair as another finger teased your entrance, soon he had two fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. Scott started kissing your neck again as he pumped the two digits in and out of you, at every thrust of his hand you would buck your hips up as you moaned his name. Scott then pulled his fingers out and started fumbling with his boxers.

"Wait wait wait, Scott, we need a condom." you said still a little breathless

"Right uh, do you have one..?"

"Yeah, no."

"It's alright I think I have one in my bag." Scott said getting up and making his way over to his backpack in the corner of your room.

"Soo... were you just expecting to get some?"

"No, today Stiles heard we were hanging out, he gave me a condom as a joke... Hey he was right, I guess I would be needing it."

"Could you please hurry up, I don't wanna fall asleep waiting on you." Scott rifled through his bag and found the square gray package. Scott rushed back over to your bed and opened the package with his teeth as he hovered over you, once the package was open the condom fell on your chest "smooth McCall" you said laughing at him. Scott picked up the condom as he watched you laugh. "Is something wrong?" You asked, just then he kissed you believe it or not more passionate then before, you were stunned for a second but soon melted into the kiss, your lips detached form eachother "Your just so beautiful, I'm so glad I'm doing this with you." you blushed at his kind words; You didn't even noticed when he put the condom on. Scott then started kissing your neck and removing your panties "You can always stop me if things become to much." he muttered in your neck, you just hummed as you felt his cock tease your entrance, slowly pushing into you, he stayed there for a minute giving you time to adjust to his size, you bucked your hips up signaling that you wanted movement.

Scott started slowly pushing himself inside you and slowly pulled out of you, it felt weird at first but this amazingly awesome feeling took over. "Oh god, faster." you breathed out arching your back as Scott started picking up his pace, he started kissing your neck once more turning you into a moaning mess. Your nails dug into his back, "Harder" you bucked your hips "Oh Bunny, you have no idea what you do to me." there it was again the nickname only this time hearing it gave you pleasure, he rolled so you were now on top. "Ride me bunny" he said still inside you. You didn't hesitate to start bouncing on is cock, your hands on his chest as his were on your hips pulling you down harder against him. Your motions become weak as your orgasm washes over you, your walls clench around Scotts length. Scott again flips you so he is now back in control as he strives to reach his climax too, at that moment you come, not long after he came as well filling the condom. He then pulls out and pulled the condom off before cuddling your half naked body

"We should do this more often." Scott said nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck

"I agree... Scott?"

"Yes bunny?"

"Is there any chance you have another condom?"

Helloo, so I wasn't that proud of this one, if you didn't like it I totally understand and apologize, I'm still in the Editing process and somethings might become very different or change completely (for the better) I'm removing unimportant details/dialogue.

#teen wolf #teen wolf fan fic #scott mccall x reader #scott mccall x you #teen wolf x you #teen wolf x y/n #tyler posey x reader #teen wolf imagine #tyler posey #sadgirlstoohightocare fics

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amazingmsme · 2 years ago

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Tic-Tac-TOE

AN: tickletober day 2- drawn on. Nott is severely underrated in this community so I had to show her some love! Hope you enjoy!

"Nott. Oh Noooott. Nott the Braaaaave."

Nott's eyes blearily blinked open, the fuzzy outline of Jester coming into focus. She cleared the sleep from her voice before attempting to speak.

"Oh, hello Jester. Did I sleep too long? Do we have to get on the road?" she asked, sitting up. Jester shushed her and guided her back down on her bedroll.

"Sh sh, no we don't have to go yet," she soothed.

"Oh, that's good. Wait a minute... WHY THE HELL DID YOU WAKE ME UP?" she screeched, throwing herself back under her blankets and curling into a ball on her side. Jester couldn't help but giggle.

"Weeell, Caleb said you'd been feeling a little sad lately, so he asked if I could use some of my classic charm to cheer you up!" she chirped happily. Nott grumbled under her breath, pulling the blanket higher over her head. Unfortunately, this made her feet stick out of the covers and a cold shiver ran through her body. Jester eyed the bare feet with mischief sparkling in her eyes.

"I'm fine Jester, thanks for the concern. But I'll feel much happier once I finish my nap," she said pointedly. Jester was already digging through her brushes and paints, humming along to act like she was listening. Though she really wasn't.

"Well Caleb asked me to do something about it, and I won't let him down. You've been so grouchy lately," she teased, grabbing an ankle and wiggling her pinky toe. Nott jerked underneath the covers with a startled giggle. Her head flew out of the blanket to stare at her with wide eyes.

"Jester! What do you think you're doing?" She only shrugged innocently in response to the question.

"I just think you'd be like, a lot happier if you had some super cute doodles on your feet. So you can look down at them, make up funny little voices, you know. That stuff," she supplied helpfully. A dark green blush spread across Nott's cheeks. She crossed her legs in an attempt to hide her feet.

"Funny, that's like, the complete opposite of what I'd like you to do," she sassed, a startled squeal slipping out when Jester grabbed her feet. "Wahait can't we talk about this?"

"Oh but there's nothing to talk about. I already talked it over with the Traveler, and he said this was definitely the best way to cheer you up," she said casually as she already started drawing a face on her big toe. Nott immediately started giggling and scrunched up her foot. Jester tutted and shook her head, grabbing her toe and pulled it back to stretch out her sole.

"Ohoho nohoho, d-don't lihihisten to him! Hehe doesn't know ahahanythihing!" she screeched, throwing the blanket over her head, as if that would help. Jester gasped and scribbled across her feet with more purpose, drawing out a loud snort.

"Nott, how can you say such a thing? I have to tickle you extra long now for dissing the Traveler," she said, voice full of mock pity. Nott kicked her legs as much as she could, her voice bordering on banshee levels of screeching.

"NOHOHO I'M SOHOHORRY!" she immediately apologized through hysterics. Jester giggled along with her friend as she doodled tiny faces on each of Nott's toes.

"This is papa toe, and here's mama toe, you really need to stop squirming or else it's going to get all smudged," Jester interrupted herself in a deadpanned voice to scold her.

"Ihihi cahahan't! Ihihit's ahawful!" she cried, squirming around in an attempt to escape.

There was a quick knock on the inn door before it opened. "Is everything alright in here?" Fjord's concerned voice came from the doorway.

"Fjord! Fjojohord hehehelp mehehe!" Nott desperately pleaded for his aid. He smirked, walking into the room fully.

"Jester? What uh, what're you doing?" he asked, not bothering to hide the amusement in his tone.

"Caleb said that Nott was feeling a little glum and asked if I could do anything to cheer her up. And I talked it over with the Traveler and he said this was definitely the way to go," she answered cheerfully, drawing a grid along the sole of her foot. The poor goblin girl let out a squeal of laughter.

"Well if he says so. Seems like it's doing her good; I don't think I've ever seen her laugh this much," he teased, crouching next to Jester.

"Fjohohord dohohon't be an ahahass! Hehehelp mehehe!" Nott demanded. Jester shoved a fountain pen in his hand and nodded enthusiastically.

"You heard her, help me!" she insisted.

Fjord looked between the tiefling's evil grin and the hysterical goblin between them. "Uh..."

"Oh come on, you even said she needs to laugh more," Jester reasoned. And well, he couldn't really argue with that.

"Sorry Nott, but she does have a point," he smirked, following Jester's lead and drawing faces on her toes. She screamed with tormented laughter, pounding a fist on the ground.

"Oh, I know! Let's play tic tac tooooeeee," she sang, wiggling Nott's pinkie toe. She screeched, shaking her head rapidly.

"DOHOHON'T YOU FUCKING DAHAHARE!" she screamed while Jester already started drawing the game board. She started off by marking the center box with an X.

Nott's leg jerked away and Fjord held it down so he could draw a circle in the box next to it, right in the center of her arch. She snorted, burying her face in the covers. Jester cooed and shot her hands under the blanket to squeeze her sides. She could only laugh and flop around like a fish out of water.

"Jester, it's your turn," Fjord reminded. She popped back out, fixing her hair and giving Nott a moment to breathe.

"You two are the fucking worst!" she cried out dramatically when Jester scooped her ankle back up. She scratched another X in the top left corner on the ball of her foot, nearly getting kicked in the jaw.

"Wow, you're pretty ticklish Nott! But don't kick my face, okay?" Jester asked sweetly, scratching between her toes innocently. She howled out for the only one who could save her. The only one who would save her rather than join in.

"CAHAHAHALEHEHEB! CAHALEB HEHEHELP MEHEHE!" she screamed as loud as she could. It felt like eons, but in reality Caleb appeared in the doorway 15 seconds later.

"Alright, party's over," he said with a soft smile and a warm look in his eyes. Jester pouted.

"But we're in the middle of a game!"

"You heard the man! You're finished!"

Jester stared at her for a long moment with a cheshire grin, tail lashing around behind her back. Then she pounced and Nott screamed before she could realize it was just a normal hug.

#tickletober #tickletober 2022 #nott brenatto #nott the brave #jester lavorre #fjord stone #caleb widogast #critical role #critical role fic #critickle role #critickle role fic #ticklish!nott #day 2: drawn on #there's no ticklish!nott content so i had to ammend that mistake

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btsqualityy · 2 years ago

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if mama min pranked yg before, can yoongi make a revenge prank on her? 😈 😈😈

please make a drabble of yoongi pranking her about breaking up and baby kins was in her daddy’s side (she’s part of the prank), but she would be soft bc kins cant take her mama crying (even yoongi lmao) or idk its up to u ��

Yoongi felt like his heart was going to break.

The two of you were sitting in the living room, where you were looking at Yoongi with the most broken hearted gaze on your face. As a way to get back at you for the "fake death" prank you had pulled on him, Yoongi had decided to prank you back by asking for a divorce, and he had even gotten Kinsley to be in on it.

One thing he didn't expect having to deal with though, was the look on your face.

"Are you fucking serious?" You said and although you cursed, the word didn't have quite the same bite it would usually have coming from you.

"I just don't think this is working out," Yoongi shrugged.

"No!" You burst out as you stood up from the couch and began pacing. "You don't just get to say that after almost 10 years together! You don't get to just change your mind!"

"This is how I feel," he stated calmly.

"We have a daughter, you dick head!" You screamed and Yoongi inwardly cringed, knowing that Kinsley was watching from her hiding spot in the kitchen. "H-how could you, you,-"

Yoongi was shocked to see you drop down to your knees then, sobbing harshly. Never one to be able to see you crying that way, Yoongi immediately rushed over to you to comfort you but as soon as you felt his hands on your skin, you pushed him off and began to hit him.

"Don't fucking touch me, you little dicked jerk!"

"It was a prank!" Yoongi screamed. "And stop hitting me!"

"What?" You paused, your hands in mid-air.

"It was a prank baby," he repeated and all you could do was stare at him. Before you could even reply, Kinsley came bounding out of the kitchen and she came straight to you, hopping up and throwing herself in your arms as she hugged you tightly.

"Don't cry Mama," she whispered to you and you just sighed as you hugged her back. "It was a joke and Daddy said it was supposed to be funny."

"Well, Daddy told you the wrong thing this time," you stated as you glared at your husband.

"Baby, I'm sorry," Yoongi said again. "You know the only way that I'd leave you is if I died."

"You might be on your way there," you spat.

"Min, come on," he muttered. "I love you and only you, forever."

"You mean it?" You whispered softly and Yoongi sighed in relief, knowing that you were calming down.

"Of course I do," he nodded, reaching out and cupping your face in his hands. "Forgive me?"

"Fine," you huffed, moaning softly when he kissed you gently for a few seconds before pulling away to wipe your tears. "But if you ever do anything like that to me, I'll cut your d-i-c-k off."

"I'd expect nothing else," Yoongi smiled before kissing you again.

#btsqualityy drabbles #drabble day 2

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hazel-light · 4 years ago

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Chapter Word Count: ~7,400

Total Fic Word Count: ~30,000

Genre: (Wedding) Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers, lots of bed sharing and every self indulgent fluffy trope possible.

Warnings: None? Lots of fluff? Occasional cussing? Some suggestive themes, moments, and jokes I guess. No smut or anything!

Disclaimer: I am not Daniel Sharman, and I do not pretend to know how he would act, speak, etc. This is fiction okay, there’s a lot of creative license, and potential to be OOC. Ricky isn’t mentioned because I started writing this before we knew he existed, so apologies for that. Also, if you’re DShar himself, please do us both a favor and don’t read this, okay???? Same if you know him 🙈

Title taken from the song Yellow Lights by Harry Hudson which suits this story quite a bit!

A/N: You thought I'd skip all the possibilities and tropes that come with the holidays?! Of course not. This is the final part to Yellow Lights. Thank you all for making my return to writing and posting so wonderful. I am so, so, grateful. I hope the ending lives up to your expectations. <3

The next month and a half passes by uneventfully. I try not to spend all of my time thinking about how great Rachel's wedding was, and equally try to ignore the wistful feeling Henry’s wedding left me with. Having Daniel be my fake boyfriend in front of my family showed me everything that I’d ever wanted; someone who fit in seamlessly, who loved me for me, with the perfect balance of romance and friendship. Whatever crush I had successfully buried when Daniel and I first met is now achingly hard to avoid. I curse my active imagination and optimism for letting me indulge in the moments of pretend, leaning too comfortably into our façade.

As a result, I don’t talk to Daniel much. He is busy finishing filming his project in London, and I try to focus on my life in LA. I’ve become paranoid that every text I send him is one too many, too annoying, or too bothersome. I figure I can reassess things when Daniel comes home from filming, and try to find my footing in our friendship again.

This seems like a solid plan until I’m on Zoom with my family for Thanksgiving. Since I’ve already flown back once this year for the wedding, and I’m planning to fly back again next month for Christmas, staying put for Thanksgiving was the economical choice. The call is mostly uneventful until the subject of Daniel comes up.

“Where’s that boy?” Aunt Judith crows from her spot at the dining table.

“Hmm?” I ask.

“She means Daniel.” Ryan rolls his eyes, bringing the iPad closer to her.

“Oh! Right.” I try to recover. “He’s still away filming his new project, actually, but I was able to fly out to see him at the end of September for another wedding, actually.”

Aunt Judith frowns. “That’s a long time to not see someone that handsome—” I start to laugh, “Are you sure he’s not cheating on you?”

Oh shit. It’s in this moment that I realize Daniel and I had never “broken up” as far as my family knows. I hear the rest of my family start sputtering in the background.

“Aunt Judith— you can’t just—”

“That’s awful, I—”

“It is kind of a long time, huh?—”

I try to keep a straight face. “Guys! It’s okay. He’s an actor, it comes with the territory. I expected this.”

“So you aren’t sure that he’s not cheating on you?” Ryan frowns.

“That isn’t what I meant, Ry. Daniel and I are fine. We’re really good, actually.”

“Well I certainly hope you’ll be bringing him home for Christmas then.” Aunt Judith huffs.

“It would be nice to see him,” Rachel speaks up for the first time, and her husband Nick nods. “I didn’t get to talk to him a whole lot at the wedding.”

I clear my throat, my mind racing. “You know, we haven’t actually talked about what we’re doing for Christmas yet; I’ll have to see what he’s doing— if he’s going to spend it with his family.”

“But you’re still coming home,” Ryan states.

“Yes, I am still coming home, no matter what.”

Ryan and Rachel’s mom, my auntie Kim speaks up. “I think it’s pretty common for a boyfriend to defer to his girlfriend’s family for the holidays. I mean, Ryan splits the day with Katharine of course, but Nick always came here with Rachel.”

“I hear you, Auntie Kim, but Daniel never gets to see his family so I’m not sure— all I’m saying is I’m not sure. He may very well come, and I will let you all know as soon as I know.” I smile tersely.

“Well hurry up, and find out,” Auntie Kim chastises. “Christmas is only a month away.”

When I hang up with them, it’s 7pm and I’m feeling antsy. How could I have forgotten that my entire family still thought Daniel and I were together? I’m not sure how to get out of this one. Tired of panicking alone in my head, I pick up my phone and dial Daniel before I can talk myself out of it. It rings and rings, and my anxiety that he won’t answer grows with each tone.

Eventually I hear rustling on the other line.

“Lauren?” Daniel’s voice crackles through the phone.

“Hi.”

“Are you alright?”

“What? Uh— yeah, I just needed to talk to you about something—” I glance at the time on my phone. “Oh god, no. What time is it there? I’m so sorry— I didn’t even stop to think about the time difference, I—”

I hear him suppress a yawn. “Lauren. It must be pretty important if you’re calling me AND rambling like this.”

“No, no, it can wait, I’m sorry— uh, go back to bed. I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“Lauren,” he stops me softly and firmly. “Stop apologizing. What’s going on?”

I sit quietly, feeling like an absolute idiot.

“Lauren, come on. You can tell me.”

“I— we… we never broke up?”

He laughs. “Sorry, what?”

“We never broke up.”

“Am I still asleep, is this a dream?”

“My family still thinks we’re together and they asked me if you’re coming home for Christmas.”

We’re both quiet for a moment.

“Oh.” is all he says.

“I talked to them for Thanksgiving, and they were asking about you. I realized too late that they thought we were still together— because I never told them we broke up. I didn’t think it through this far.”

“Right, I didn’t either.”

My phone starts ringing, telling me Daniel’s trying to FaceTime me.

I accept, and I’m faced with a dark screen.

“Why are we FaceTiming?”

I hear a lamp click on and suddenly Daniel’s face is illuminated as he lays in bed, lines from his pillow still on his face.

“Figured we should at least be able to see each other if you’re going to break up with me in the middle of the night,” he teases.

I shake my head. “Not funny, this is serious, D.”

“I know, I know.”

“If I break up with you, they’re going to yell at me and tell me I’m a stupid idiot.”

Daniel laughs.

“And if you break up with me they’re going to hate you, which means they’ll hate that we managed to ‘stay friends.’ And if it’s mutual…..” I shake my head, thinking. “They’ll think we were lying.”

“Which we were.”

I sigh, “Which we were.”

“So,” Daniel pulls his blanket up higher. “What are our options here?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I called you.”

I watch him stare off into space and reminisce about when I got to see this sleepy Daniel firsthand in Cape Cod.

“I could come for Christmas…” he trails off and I frown.

“That seems like asking a lot. You’ve already given up a lot of your free time this year for me.”

He shrugs into his pillow. “Do you not want me to come for Christmas?”

I pause. “I mean, that isn’t really the issue here. You have to be tired of being in love with me by now.”

He laughs loudly — a stark contrast to the quiet of his room. “Yes, being in love with you is very exhausting.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I’m kidding. Being in love with you is not exhausting. At all.”

I roll my eyes and say nothing. “I don’t think I can bear to break your family’s hearts at Christmas of all times.”

“Man of the year.” I drawl. “What are you supposed to be doing for Christmas? Going home?”

“No, usually I travel somewhere, but I hadn't decided yet.”

I hum in response.

“Kind of leaning towards traveling to Massachusetts now, if I’m honest.”

I look at him incredulously, only to see a playful grin on his face, but I know he’s serious.

“I’m not going to stop you if you really want to come. But I—” I swallow. “Eventually we’re going to need to plan for whatever happens after Christmas.”

He nods. “I know, we will. Let’s just enjoy Christmas together, first.”

I smile. “Okay. We can enjoy it. Together.”

He clears his throat. “I hope I’m not too rusty at this boyfriend performance, it’s been a few months.”

“Daniel Sharman has performance issues… I hope that doesn’t get out to the press.”

His eyes flash. “Bold, for you.”

I shrug. “You walked into that one, baby.”

“Well, you’re lucky you’re cute, darling.”

We look at each other for a moment, and I hope my eyes don’t give away how fond I am for this man who is willing to commit to fake-loving me, and putting up with my family, and who is setting the bar way too high for any actual real relationship I could hope for.

So much for reburying my feelings.

I break eye contact first. “I’ll let you get back to sleep. Sorry again for waking you up.”

“Do Not Disturb doesn’t apply to you, Lauren. Call any time.”

I smile softly. “Sweet dreams, I’ll text you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.”

—-

I’m standing in the Boston Logan airport waiting for international arrivals; specifically Daniel’s flight from London. According to the board, his flight landed 15 minutes ago, so he should be coming to the lobby any time now. I bounce on my feet, simultaneously eager and nervous to see Daniel for the first time since parting ways after Henry and Claire’s wedding.

Eventually I see the hat and sunglasses I recognize from a selfie he sent me earlier, and I can feel my heart race. I begin walking towards him, and feel my pace quicken as I get closer. Eventually he sees me too and he’s grinning at me with his signature toothy smile that I missed so much.

When we come into contact I don’t know what the appropriate response is, so I simply grin up at him.

“Hi,” I breathe.

“Hi,” he smiles back, and before I know it he’s closer than he was before and he’s ducking down to kiss me.

It surprises me but I respond quickly, leaning up to meet him.

When it’s over he pulls back just enough to nuzzle his nose with mine.

“Missed you,” he says softly.

“Missed you most.” I smile.

He stands up straight, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder, threading his other hand through mine.

I can’t see his eyes, but I assume he must be looking around when he speaks.

“Oh, are you by yourself?”

The question catches me off guard.

“Yeah— well, Ryan’s in the car, circling so he wouldn’t have to pay for parking,” I roll my eyes.

He nods, “Sorry, then—“ he makes an inconclusive gesture. “Suppose I didn’t need to kiss you quite yet.”

My stomach drops and I smile tightly, “That’s okay— better safe than sorry. I get it.”

He tugs on my hand pulling me into a hug.

“I did miss you, though.”

“And I still missed you most.” I tease.

Daniel shakes his head, but doesn’t argue, pulling back from me and reaching for his suitcase with his freehand.

“Let’s get this show on the road.”

—-

I bring Daniel upstairs to show him around, and so he can put his suitcase in my room.

“Welcome to my childhood bedroom,” I announce, opening the door and leading Daniel inside.

“Wow, where little Lauren grew up,” Daniel teases looking around. When I first arrived home yesterday, I was quick to tidy up, and hide anything that was too embarrassing, but my room is more or less the exact same as I had left it when I was 18 and moving to college.

I nod. “Yes, many secrets to my backstory can be discovered in here.”

Daniel laughs.

Ryan appears in my doorway leaning against the doorframe.

“Just so you know, Daniel, my bedroom is on the other side of this wall,” he nods to his right. “I can hear everything that happens in here. The walls are thin.”

I frown, blushing, “Ew, Ryan.”

Daniel just laughs and smirks, “Got it, bro.”

I look at him incredulously, “Don’t encourage him.”

The two share a look and shrug, seemingly equally enjoying my discomfort.

“Dinner’s ready!” Auntie Kim calls up to us.

I use that as my cue, brushing past both of them to go downstairs, leaving their laughter behind me.

—-

After Christmas Eve dinner, Katharine stops by and the four of us decide to watch the classic, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. I’m the last to arrive in the living room, and when I enter I immediately notice that Ryan is cuddled up with Katharine, and sprawled out over the entire couch, leaving Daniel sitting in the only other seat— the armchair.

I narrow my eyes at them, “Are you guys for real?”

Ryan looks at us and hums innocently, “What?”

“You took the entire couch.”

I see Katharine bite her lip in amusement, as Ryan shrugs.

“I assumed you guys would cuddle anyway. Can you not share the armchair?”

Daniel intervenes, “Of course we can. C’mon Laur.”

He pats his lap. I hesitate briefly before nestling into his lap, tucking my head into his neck.

“Am I crushing you?” I whisper.

“Not at all, you’re keeping me warm.”

I huff a laugh as he puts the blanket over us and Ryan starts the movie. The steady rise and fall of his chest brings me a sense of peace and I have to try not to fall asleep, especially when his fingers gently caress my arm and my leg where he’s holding me to him. I exhale, turning further into his neck and nuzzling into him.

“Tickles,” he breathes, just shy of a whisper.

“You smell good,” I tell him, letting my eyes close.

His chuckle reverberates through his body. “Thanks, darling.”

I feel my eyes shut and sleep take over. I start to come to when I hear the ending song come on, and it drifts into whatever dream I’m having.

“She asleep?” I hear Ryan ask.

“Think so,” Daniel answers.

“You need help waking her up?”

“No, I’ve got it, thanks though. Nice seeing you, Katharine.”

I hear footsteps retreat and feel a series of kisses pressed to my shoulder, as Daniel’s long fingers brush hair away from my face.

“Time to wake up, pretty girl. You can go back to sleep once we’re in your bed.”

I shake my head no, clinging to him tighter.

“Like this bed.” I murmur drowsily.

He laughs softly. “Promise we can cuddle there too.”

“Promise?” I ask, peeking one eye open.

“I promise,” he confirms, pressing one more kiss to my shoulder.

I lift my head to look at him, rubbing my eyes.

“There she is,” he smiles gently at me.

I smile back sleepily, the words coming out before I fully think them through.

“Wanna know a secret?”

“Tell me.”

I swallow, letting my gaze flicker down to his mouth for just a moment. “I like cuddling with you.”

“You do, huh?”

I nod.

“Well the feeling’s mutual. Let’s go upstairs and brush our teeth so we can cuddle more in your bed.”

“Okay,” I relent, getting off of him. He stands up after me and I instinctively lace my fingers with his, leading us back upstairs. When we’re brushed and changed, we settle ourselves in bed and I claim my spot tucked into his neck again.

“Sweet dreams,” he says, kissing the top of my head. I echo the sentiment and gently kiss the spot on his neck I’m closest to. His arms tighten around me and I’m falling asleep again.

—-

For once, I wake up before Daniel. He looks peaceful as he sleeps on his stomach, his arm across my waist, face half smushed into the pillow. I turn my head to look at the clock to see it’s about 9:30 and know the others will be waking up soon. I turn back to Daniel and card my fingers gently through his hair. Eventually his breathing changes and his eyes flutter open, still clouded with sleep.

“Merry Christmas,” I whisper, our faces just inches apart.

He pulls himself closer to me, nuzzling into my side and closing his eyes again. “Merry Christmas.”

It’s quiet for a moment before he speaks again, voice raspy with sleep. “Is everyone else awake?”

“No, I don’t think so. I haven’t heard anyone up and around… they might be soon. Usually we kind of wander downstairs around 10, and it’s just past 9:30.”

He hums in response.

“You can go back to sleep for a little while if you want,” I offer, still running my fingers through his hair. “I’ll wake you when it’s time to go downstairs.”

I start to think he’s drifted off to sleep again when he opens his eyes and looks at me. “No, I can get up. I want to give you your present.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “I told you not to get me anything; you coming here like this with me— twice— is more than enough.”

He rolls his eyes, detaching himself from me and rolling out of bed. “And look like the asshole who didn’t get his girlfriend anything for Christmas? Not a chance.”

I sit up. “We could’ve lied about it—”

“Lauren,” Daniel looks back at me exasperatedly, leaning over his suitcase. “It’s Christmas. Please just open your present.”

He pulls out a neatly wrapped, thin rectangle and places it in my lap, sitting next to me on the bed.

“Merry Christmas, Laur.”

I carefully unwrap the package to reveal a framed art print, with a circle of stars in the middle; underneath it says “The Night Everything Changed” with the coordinates of what I assume to be Los Angeles. I look up to him with soft eyes, and he gives a one shouldered shrug.

“Saw an ad for this online— where you can get the night sky documented of any night you want, anywhere you want. I thought it would be nice to commemorate this past year, for us…” he trails off, and I hug the frame to my chest.

“Daniel, I love it— Really, really love it. It’s so thoughtful.” I reach out and thread our fingers together. “I’m going to hang this in my room. I want it somewhere I see every day.”

He smiles and squeezes my hand. “I’m glad you like it. I actually wanted to talk to you about something— in relation to this. I—”

We’re interrupted by a light knocking on the door, and we both turn.

“Are you guys awake?” Ryan’s voice calls.

“Yeah, we’ll be out in a sec!” I answer.

I turn back to Daniel who squeezes my hand and moves to get up, but I pull him back.

“They can wait; this is special. I want to hear what you have to say.” I smile at him warmly, but he shakes his head, lifting the back of my hand to kiss it.

“It’s alright, I’d rather wait and tell you when we have more time to talk.”

I frown. “Promise me you won’t forget?”

He laughs. “Trust me, I won’t forget.”

He moves to stand, pulling me up with him to go downstairs, but I stop him, wrapping my arms around him tightly.

“Thank you, D. It means a lot to me.”

He returns my embrace, placing a kiss to the top of my head.

When we pull apart, I take his hand again. “Time for Christmas. Your present is under the tree, by the way.”

Daniel laughs. “A present double-standard.”

I shake my head and lead him out of the room.

—-

I think we’re done with presents when Ryan surprises me, coming over to Daniel and I on the loveseat.

“This is for both of you, kind of.” He hands me a thin, narrow gift.

Daniel looks up, surprised. “Thanks, man. That was thoughtful of you.”

He looks at me, silently asking, did you know about this?, and I shake my head no.

I unwrap the package to find a small frame, with a one hundred dollar bill matted in the middle. I look at Ryan and furrow my eyebrows.

“It's the hundred bucks I said I’d give you if you brought a real date to Rachel’s wedding. Seeing as the same guy is here for Christmas I figured you earned it. Thought I’d frame it— but you can take it out and spend it on a date or something, I don’t care.”

Auntie Kim squints. “Sorry, you told her what?”

I roll my eyes and try to avoid the way my stomach sinks at the reminder of how this all started.

I feel Daniel’s hand on my knee. “Clever, Ryan.”

I look over at him to see him flashing his polite interview smile, and I instantly know he knows exactly what I’m feeling.

Auntie Kim stands and stretches. “I don’t get it, but I’m going to go start breakfast. Your sister and Nick are picking up Judith soon and then they’re coming over. Katharine isn’t coming until dinner, right, Ryan?”

As Ryan confirms, she walks out of the room. Ryan turns back to us. “Mind if I shower first?”

I shake my head no, still lost in my thoughts, and I hear Daniel tell him to go ahead.

We’re left alone and I feel Daniel’s thumb brushing my knee.

“Thank you for my presents.”

“You’re welcome— I’m glad you like them; they don’t beat your present for me though.”

He rolls his eyes and we sit for a moment, the framed hundred dollar bill still in my hands.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

I look at him and shake my head. “I don’t know. Just an odd reminder of how this started, and that it’s going to have to end soon, I guess.”

Daniel frowns. “We haven’t really gotten to talk about that. Why don’t we table that for later— we still have a nice day ahead of us. Those are problems for tomorrow.”

I nod and smile at him, and he pulls me in to kiss my temple, and I hear the click of an iPhone camera. I look up to see Auntie Kim in the doorway.

“Sorry, I just wanted to tell you that the coffee’s on. It was too cute not to capture.”

Daniel stands up, offering me his hand. “Make sure you send me a copy. I’ll have to add it to my collection.”

I chuckle as I stand. “Let me guess; the album is called ‘Cute and Shit.’”

He grins. “How’d you know?”

—-

Christmas flies by. It’s filled with good food, wine, and everyone I love. It’s hours after dinner, and Auntie Kim has already driven Aunt Judith home before going to bed herself.

Ryan, Katharine, Daniel, and I are all still seated around the dining room table playing some kind of team card game, and everyone’s faces are red from laughter and wine.

I can’t help but watch Daniel, who is in some kind of hilarious argument with Ryan over some card he pulled. His eyes shine from the light of the chandelier, and his smile is big and bright, taking over his whole face.

It hits me in this moment that I’ve surpassed unlabeled romantic feelings; I am truly in love with this man. The realization consumes me until Katharine knocks her shoulder into mine giggling.

“Can you believe we love these idiots?”

“Sometimes it’s a hard pill to swallow,” I tease, giggling, catching Daniel’s eye mid-argument. He winks at me and I feel my already red cheeks flush even deeper.

“You two are so cute,” Katharine continues, watching our interaction. She lowers her voice, whispering to me behind her wine glass. “I was kind of worried that when you got a boyfriend he wouldn’t mesh well with our dynamic, ya know? But it kind of feels like Daniel’s always been here.”

Her words vocalize the thoughts that have been ringing in my head all day. “I know what you mean.”

Katharine dramatically clears her throat. “Are you two done? Is it our turn yet?”

—-

We part ways from Ryan and Katharine in the hallway, giggling and shushing each other in the wee hours of the morning. I shut my door behind me and waggle my eyebrows at Daniel.

“Uh oh, there’s trouble,” he teases. “Planning to seduce me?”

I shrug exaggeratedly and he laughs before looking around. “Fuck, where are my sweatpants?”

I giggle. “They’re literally right behind you on the chair.”

“Oh, thanks.” He grabs them before looking at me. “Can I change in here tonight?”

I flush. “Yeah, sure.”

After sharing a room together all this time, this is the first time we’ve changed in front of each other and the thought makes my skin tingle. I make my way over to my dresser, pulling out my own sleep shorts and t-shirt. I wiggle out of my pants and pull on my shorts, glancing over my shoulder to see Daniel, shirtless, adjusting his sweatpants on his hips. My throat runs dry, and I turn around to pull my own shirt over my head, reaching behind me to unclip my bra once it’s on. I bundle my discarded clothes in my hand, walking over to toss them in the hamper. I turn around to find Daniel already looking at me. He’s still shirtless and my eyes drift to his defined chest. He looks down as if noticing for the first time.

“It’s really, uh, hot in here.” He speaks again. “Would it bother you if I slept shirtless?”

I shake my head, mentally screaming. “No, it is warm,” I agree, reaching up to put my hair in a bun on top of my head.

He watches me intently, and I laugh self consciously. “What?”

“Nothing. Just thinking about how this was the best Christmas I’ve had in a while.”

My face lights up. “Really?”

“Yeah.” I see his grin quirk up, and know something else is coming. “I’d say it was almost perfect.”

“Oh?” I question, finishing my bun. “Go on.”

“We fit in a lot of classic traditions today, but we missed one that I’m quite fond of.”

I look at him, trying to think of what it could be, as he takes a step closer to me.

“There wasn’t any mistletoe.”

I swallow. “There wasn’t.” I pause, my mind racing. Before I can fully think it through I find myself offering, “But we could pretend?”

“Hmm?” He murmurs, taking a step closer to me so he’s right in front of me now. I know he’s giving me a chance to take it back, or make a joke; I’m nervous, but I don’t want to take it back. I just really want to kiss him.

“I’d really like it if you had a perfect Christmas.”

“And you?” He questions softly. “What would make it a perfect Christmas for you?”

Instead of answering him, I reach up on my tiptoes to kiss him for a moment, pulling back to look him in the eyes. His eyes meet mine in some unspoken understanding, and then he’s dipping down to kiss me again.

He kisses me softly, delicately, like all the kisses at the wedding. He pulls back briefly to look at me, as if he still expects me to change my mind. I kiss him again, wanting there to be no doubt in his mind, and he kisses me back with purpose and passion, and I’m caught off guard by the weight of it. I gasp, and Daniel uses this opportunity to deepen the kiss, pulling me closer. It reminds me of our very first kiss back on his couch. My arms move around his neck, pulling our bodies flush together.

Daniel pulls away first, but barely, breathing hard, kissing down from my jaw to my neck.

This is definitely new territory for us.

I move my hands to his hair, and he groans at the feeling. I can’t help myself as I sigh breathlessly, a shiver running down my back. He grins against my neck, his teeth scraping at my skin and I moan softly.

“Wait,” I say breathlessly, a thought somehow flitting through my mind. “Earlier, didn’t you say there was something else I should know about my present?”

“I can tell you tomorrow,” he murmurs into my neck between kisses. “It’s time for bed.” He tugs me down onto the bed so I’m underneath him, resuming his kisses on my neck.

“This doesn't seem like going to sleep to me,” I tease.

“It is, shhhh, you’re dreaming.”

“That I’d believe,” I laugh, and Daniel smirks, moving so we're eye to eye again.

“Dream about me often?”

“Shhh.” I pull him closer, turning his words back on him. “You’re dreaming, go back to bed.”

“Happily,” he murmurs, kissing me again.

I bring my hands down to his bare shoulders, feeling his warm, toned skin against my fingertips. I gently drag my nails down his chest to his stomach, and I feel his muscles clench at my touch. I can’t help but smirk to myself as he pulls away to rest his forehead on my shoulder, letting out a shuddering breath. I bring my nails around his back, tracing up his taut muscles and across his shoulder blades.

I feel one of his hands come down, pushing my shirt up, his mouth pressing hot kisses to my abdomen. His nose takes over pushing my shirt up, exploring every new inch revealed with his mouth, his hand now running over my thigh, fingers squeezing occasionally, slowly climbing higher. As his hand reaches the bottom of my shorts, he lightly tugs at the fabric. He pauses, his blue eyes tentatively peering up at me.

“Can I…?” He looks nervous, like I’ll reject him. As if I have ever rejected him, or could ever manage to deny him. I’m not even entirely sure what he’s asking but I find myself nodding quickly. As he goes to tug my shorts down we hear a bang on the wall we share with Ryan followed by a crash, a “Shhhh” and a “Shit.”

We both startle and look over toward the wall, before looking back at each other and laughing softly.

“Ugh, I don’t want to know,” I say, shaking my head.

“You probably, definitely don’t.” He smiles at me before pulling his hand off my shorts, and my shirt back down, letting his fingers trace along the waistband of my shorts before he clears his throat. “We should, uh, get some sleep.”

I blink at the abrupt change in mood before nodding awkwardly. “Okay, sure.”

He rolls off of me, and I reach over to shut the lamp off. I’m hesitant to cuddle up to him, unsure if what just happened changed something between us, but I’m relieved when I feel his arm wrap around me the way it always does. Neither of us say anything, and I try not to think about the last few minutes, the firmness of his body behind mine, or the way my body’s buzzing— closing my eyes to try and get some rest.

—-

The next two days with my family go pretty much the same way as Christmas did. Daniel gets on swimmingly with everyone, and my heart aches every time I realize that once the holidays are over, our charade is going to come to an end—a permanent end— this time. I try to ignore that thought and enjoy my time, basking in the coupley moments in front of my family, and leaning into every touch we share.

I never get a chance to ask about my Christmas present; the time never feels right, and Daniel doesn’t bring it up either. Nothing happens between us like Christmas night; when bedtime rolls around we change in the bathroom and go straight to bed. We cuddle, but there’s no after-dark kisses or wandering hands. I wonder if Daniel feels as self-conscious about that night as I do; if he does, he doesn’t show it.

—-

We’re in my room packing to go back to LA in an effort to try to beat the inevitable New Year’s rush at the airport.

“I need to find something to wrap this in so it doesn’t break in my luggage,” I frown, holding up Daniel’s present. “It’s my new prized possession— nothing can happen to it.”

Daniel looks over and laughs. “Want me to wrap it in my sweatpants? That's what I did on the way here.”

“Okay, thank you.” I pad across the floor and pass him the frame, our fingers brushing in the process.

“Of course.” His lips quirk up as he carefully arranges the frame in his suitcase.

A moment passes, and I wonder if now is a good time to ask about my present .

“Hey, I’ve been wanting to ask—“

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you—“

We both stop mid-sentence and Daniel laughs, “Sorry what were you saying?”

I shake my head, courage gone. “No— sorry, go ahead.”

He looks at me curiously but continues, “Henry texted me; he and Claire invited us to their New Year’s Eve party. They’re having it in LA this year.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “Us? They want me to go?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, Claire apparently requested your presence specifically.”

“Oh, that’s nice of her. I usually stay in for New Year’s.”

“It could be fun— if you aren’t sick of me yet,” Daniel teases.

“Ha!" I laugh, "If you aren’t sick of me yet, more like.” I shake my head. “And don’t mind sharing your friends with me.”

“They’re basically your friends now, too,” he argues.

“I’m not sure one wedding constitutes that, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

“You should come.”

I stop and look at him.

“I’ll call a car and pick you up on the way.”

When I hesitate, he softens his voice. “Please come.”

I swallow, “Okay.”

I’m not a big party person, but I also know I don’t have it in my heart to deny him, especially after everything he’s done for me.

He grins. “Really?”

I nod. “Yeah, I’ll go.”

“Cool, I’ll, uh, let them know we’re coming.”

I bite my lip to suppress my smile and start planning my outfit in my head.

—-

When we arrive at Claire and Henry’s house on New Year’s Eve, I try not to gawk at the size. It’s massive and sits high on one of the tallest hills in LA, away from the noise of the city.

The first person to spot us as we walk in is, unfortunately, Eleanor. I’d hoped she was in London, and away from us, but alas.

“Daniel!” she squeals, throwing her arms around him. “I was so hoping you’d be here.”

“Hi, El,” he placates her with a strained smile. “You remember Lauren?” He gestures back to me.

“Laura?” she asks, disinterested.

“Lauren,” I correct, forcing myself to smile. “Nice to see you again.”

“Eleanor,” Daniel intervenes. “Could you point us in the direction of Henry and Claire, perhaps?”

She frowns, but quickly covers it up. “They were in the kitchen last I checked— we have just got to catch up later.”

“We will!” He agrees graciously. “Let us get a drink, and I’m sure we'll have plenty of time to talk later.”

Daniel puts a hand on my back, guiding me forward and into another room, which turns out to be the kitchen. He’s immediately drawn into a series of bro hugs and handshakes by Henry and some of his other friends.

“Lauren! I’m so glad you came!” I turn to find Claire by a table of beverages.

“Claire! So nice to see you, thank you for inviting me.”

“Thank you for coming,” she says, pulling me into a quick hug. “I told Daniel he just had to bring you.”

I laugh. “He told me you were quite persistent— I usually have a low key New Year’s at home, but this is a fun change of pace.”

“Can I get you a drink?” She asks, already reaching for a bottle of champagne.

“Sure, thank you.” I catch Daniel’s eye across the room; he’s being clapped on the back and led out of the kitchen. I smile reassuringly, hoping to communicate that I’m fine here. He seems to understand, as he smiles back and nods before turning back to his friends.

Claire giggles, bringing my attention back to her.

“You look at him with such heart eyes, it’s cute.”

I try to keep my face from panicking. “Sorry?” She laughs like my reaction is the funniest thing in the world. “Oh don’t worry, he looks at you just the same, so you’re fine.”

I chuckle nervously. “I think maybe you’ve got the wrong impression—”

She shrugs like we’re talking about something commonplace, like the weather.

“Maybe, it’s possible... but I don’t think so. Now come! There’s some other girls I’d love for you to meet.”

—-

I spend a good portion of the night talking with Claire and her friends. They’re all very kind to me, but eventually I excuse myself to get some air out on the balcony.

I’m looking up at the sky — it’s dark, dotted with faint stars and a distant passing plane — when I hear somebody come out and join me. As they settle next to me against the railing I immediately know who it is just by how comfortable I feel.

“Whatcha doin out here, LaurLaur? The New Year’s only a few minutes away.”

I grin at him. “Just getting some air and admiring the stars. From up here you can actually see them.”

He hums, looking up with me.

“It reminds me of a certain piece of art a certain someone got me for Christmas.”

He chuckles. “I’m glad you like it so much.”

“It was very thoughtful…. I wonder if any of the stars are in the same places as they were that night.”

“Which night?”

“The night everything changed. Your birthday.”

Daniel leans against the railing facing me, and looks like he’s about to say something before he changes his mind.

Eventually he speaks again. “Things are going to change again soon, right? You said you’re sure about the break up?”

I swallow, scoffing my shoe against the balcony floor.

“I mean, we still need to figure it out, but you can’t keep fake dating me forever. That isn’t fair to you.”

He smiles wistfully. “It’s not like there was anyone else I was trying to date.”

“I’m a lucky girl,” I lament, and Daniel blushes and shakes his head. “It’s a real shame we’re over, though," I jest, trying to lighten the mood. "I’ve never gotten to kiss anyone at midnight.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise. “Never?”

“Nope,” I pop the p and look down at my feet.

“Well.” He clears his throat conspiratorially. “We can agree not to bring our fake relationship into the New Year if you want, but if the kiss starts before midnight, I think we’d get by on a technicality...”

I laugh. “You really want Eleanor to hate me, don’t you?”

He grins cheekily and shakes his head. “Nah, I think I saw her latched onto some other poor bugger inside. We’re in the clear.”

I roll my eyes, looking back up at the sky. I feel his finger trace my arm, gently using my elbow to turn my attention back towards him.

His voice is softer now, “It’s up to you, but there’s no one else I’d rather kiss at midnight.”

I look into his eyes and realize he’s being sincere. My heart’s beating out of my chest. Yes, I want to kiss him, but I want it to mean something. I keep giving in because I know one day this is all going to go away, and I’ll be left with just my memories and heartache.

He must see some hesitance in my eyes, because he’s taking a step back.

“If you don’t want to, it’s fine. Really.” He shoves his hands in his pockets. “Not trying to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do.”

I shake my head. “It’s not that I don’t want to, I just…” I trail off, looking over the balcony, trying to swallow my feelings, which have manifested as anxious tears in my eyes. I feel a tear escape, and I hastily reach up to wipe it away.

“Hey,” Daniel says gently. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t.” I let out a watery laugh. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m…”

I feel his steady stare, and I come to terms with the fact that I’ve really gotten myself into a mess that I can’t just smooth over. I’m going to have to tell him.

I take a minute to compose myself, and Daniel stays quiet giving me time to put my words together as I look anywhere but at him.

“I do want to kiss you, D,” I start slowly, trying to keep my voice steady, “but I can’t if it’s just another part of our fake relationship.”

He tugs me closer by hand, gently, so I have no choice but to look at him. I swallow the lump in my throat. “I… know this wasn’t supposed to be real. But it has been, for me.”

He shakes his head and squeezes my hand. “So then stop trying to break up with me.”

I blink at him, and he continues.

“The night everything changed— your star map— I wasn’t referencing the story we told your family about my birthday.” Daniel looks at me long and hard like I’m missing something totally obvious. “It’s actually the stars from a night a month or so later.”

A month or two— Oh. OH.

“The night Ryan FaceTimed me?” I whisper, afraid to be wrong.

He takes my other hand in his, lacing our fingers together. “Listen— Fuck. I’m in love with you, Lauren.” He looks at me so intensely and my head is spinning. “I love you, and I’m in love with you.”

“What?” I ask dumbly.

He licks his lips. “A wise woman once said to me, you don’t confess to ‘kind of like someone’ when you’ve already been friends as long as we have.”

I stare at him for a second, my cheeks burning. “Well your friend sounds pretty smart.” I swallow. “Because I love you, too.”

He laughs, relief flooding his features. He pulls me to his chest, crushing me and squeezing the air out of my lungs. Eventually he pulls back, hands cupping my face.

He grins and shakes his head. “She is smart, so, so smart, but I don’t want to be her friend anymore.”

“What do you mean?” My brows furrow in confusion, worried that somehow I’ve misread this whole interaction, my relief quickly being replaced by panic.

“Well.” He steps forward, keeping our faces incredibly close. “I’m hoping she agrees to be my very real girlfriend— that is, if she doesn’t break up with me first.”

I hear everyone inside start the countdown to midnight. I’m still looking into Daniel’s eyes in disbelief, my hands clinging to the front of his shirt.

When the countdown hits one, I’ve finally found the words I want to say.

“Happy New Year, boyfriend.”

He’s grinning as he kisses me, and I am too. It’s not our most elegant kiss, a mess of teeth and giggles, and whispered “I love you”s. We never stray too far from each other’s lips, kissing again and again like we can’t get enough— and maybe we can’t.

Eventually, we calm down a bit, and when we kiss this time it’s all-consuming, sucking the air out of my lungs. It feels like my love is fizzling to the top of my skin, and I feel it. ‘It’ being every indescribable emotion in our kisses this past year, but this time I know what it is: true, unadulterated, uninhibited love. I am in love with my best friend, who is now my boyfriend, and I don’t care who knows it— as long as he does.

His fingers press bruisingly into my hips before he pulls back just enough to look at me.

“Can we go home?” He whispers sheepishly, brushing some hair out of my face tenderly. “I’m kind of tired of sharing you with the public.”

I huff a laugh. “I know exactly what you mean.” I lean forward to kiss him one last time before pulling back to lace our fingers together, squeezing tightly. “Please— take me home, D.”

I don’t have to tell him twice.

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 4 years ago

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Their Doll 8

Let me in

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n gets emotional

Warnings: swearing, feelings

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Life at the tower was...tiring, to say the least. During my free time I often found myself in the gym, lobbing knives at a target and trying my hardest not to biting one in Steve's chest every time he would correct my technique. When I wasn't trying to murder the avenger in cold blood, I was usually dragged into things by the other: briefings and debriefing for missions I'd never go on, my dad's parties, group training sessions and study periods with Bruce in his labs to name a few.

But for now, I was huddled in my rooms - fresh out of a hot shower after a brutal two hour training session and four mile run with Natasha - curled up on my bed and attempting to catch up on a few of the films I'd missed. But the exhaustion and drowsiness clouded my eyes, the noise from the TV merely in the background as I felt my eyes growing heavier by the second.

A sharp knock at the door snapped my out of my lowsey state, the people movie across the screen simple a blur of colour as my eyes darted past the tv and over to the door.

"Mr Stark is waiting at your door. Would you like me to let him in?" FRIDAY's evenly calm voice chimed, making me groan and mumble a 'no' into my pillows. The last person I wanted to see right now was my dad.

"Come on kid, let me in." My dad called from the other side of the door, and I could practically hear him roll his eyes and shake his head when I stayed silent. When he spoke again, it wasn't directed at me. "FRIDAY, override command and open the door."

"Wait! That's hardly fair!" I whined like a five year old, groaning again when the door swung open and my dad stood on the other side, quite clearly just as exhausted as I was.

"Get used to it, kiddo. Life isn't fair." Tony chided, walking over to my bed. I tried to shuffle away slightly when I felt the bed dip, my dad perching on the edge as his eyes scanned over the room. "I see you haven't decorated yet." He commented casually, as if nothing had ever happened between us.

"Yeah, well, I thought It'd be a shame to spend so much time on something when you're probably waiting to kick me out anyway." I mumbled, refusing to look at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you, y/n? Ever since you got back you've been-"

"Acting different?" I cut in, and when Tony simply swallowed thickly I nodded. "Funny that, seeing as I was kidnapped and tortured for three years. Not to mention made to kill people for another year after that."

"Y/n I'm sorry..."

"But you're not! You can't be, otherwise you'd actually have tried to save me, rather than leaving me to rot!" My voice cracked, tears pricked at my eyes and I now sat up straight in my bed, facing my dad but not looking him in the eye. "And you can't change that, you can't go back in the past and fix your mistake. And trying to fix it now sure as hell won't work, so I suggest you leave before I'm tempted to use you as my target for my training session tomorrow." I raised my voice, eyes now keeping his captive as the tears rolled freely down my cheeks.

"Oh, kid, they broke you." Tony murmured, cupping my cheek with his hand, eyes swimming with sorrow. Sorrow that I didn't want.

"You can't fix me either, because I'm not broken!" I said harsher now, voice only getting louder. "I don't need to be fixed..." I trailed off, voice barely above a whisper Joe as my eyes broke the contact, averting to my lap as the tears dropped onto the bed sheets.

That's how I found myself in my fathers arms, face pressed against his shoulder as the sobs made my body shake, hiccups escaping me as I tried to speak.

"A-all I needed W-was my D-dad, and yo- you took him f-from me!" I wailed, hands clutching my dad's shirt and his arms wrapped protectively around my shoulder, hands rubbing circles over my back soothingly.

"I know, kiddo. I'm sorry."

...

"Who is that?" Clint frowned, staring at the pictures scattered over the table in front of Natasha and Steve as they studied them deeply, brows creased in thought.

"Our newest pain in the ass." Tony answered for them, slapping a thick folder down in front of Clint as he said so. The marksman was quick to pick it up, flicking through the documents, news stories and information sheets greedily.

"The...winter soldier?" He asked, looking at the three superheroes in front of him as if they'd gone mad. "But he's a ghost story!"

"I've seen him. Been shot by him, actually." Nat said, an sadistically proud smirk forming on her lips with her last words, almost as if it were an achievement.

"We're trying to find out more about him, maybe that way we can beat him." Steve explained, sitting back in his chair with crossed arms as he huffed in defeat, sick to death with staring at the same five pictures all morning.

Y/n walked in, a skip in her step as she crossed the room to Tony.

"Morning, dad." She greeted, placing a quick kiss to his cheek and heading over to the cupboard to grab a mug. Clint and Natasha frowned in confusion, looking between the two as if they'd witnessed pigs fly.

Tony shrugged, y/n too preoccupied with making herself a coffee to notice the avengers' reactions. When her coffee was done, y/n swiped her mug from under the machine and sipped happily, letting out a content sigh before wandering over to stand behind Natasha.

"What are you working on?" She asked, peering over the spy's shoulder to get a glimpse of the pictures.

A loud smash crashed through the room, Tony's eyes widening in shock and Natasha jumping from her seat in order to not get covered in spilt coffee. Y/n stood paralysed, eyes never leaving the photo in front of her as she started at the Soldier. Steve frowned deeply, studying the girl as her eyes glossed over with with what seemed to be...sadness.

Clint was already at her side, a comforting hand on her shoulder as they all asked y/n what had happened and if she was alright. It was like a constant ringing in her ear interrupted their words before they reached her ears, and y/n suddenly felt nauseous as she starred at the bright red star on the soldier's arm, his long and messy dark hair shrouding his face and his leather clad, muscular body. Only his cerulean blue eyes could be seen, the rest of his face covered in a black mask she didn't usually see him in.

"I-I need some air." She stuttered, stumbling blindly out of the room and down the stairs, tipping over a few steps from the bottom and tumbling down the last few. She quickly pulled herself to her feet, hearing still ringing and vision offset, hazy, as she scrambled for the double glass doors. Luckily they already stood open, so she flew through them and out into the busy streets of New York.

Y/n found herself colliding will someone almost instantly, angry shouts of 'hey, watch it!' And 'look where the fuck you're going, kid!' Being called after her like a chorus as she pushed through the bustling people.

She finally stopped, dropping to her knees and simply staring straight ahead, no intended subject in her line of vision as she tried to comprehend the-the grief, at seeing the a soldier's face again.

It had only been two weeks, and yet two weeks without him, his touch, his scent - it felt like an eternity to y/n now. She hasn't registered what her feeling meant for him before, liking him beyond a source of comfort had just felt...wrong, after all he'd done, and yet y/n couldn't deny it.

She was in love with the Winter Soldier, and she didn't even know his name.

...

I wasn't aware of when someone had found me, nor of how they got me back to the tower or even how I was now stood staring blankly out of the window that stood next to my bed. I gazed longingly, almost as if I stared long enough, hard enough, he'd appear.

But of course he wouldn't, he was probably half way across the world, knowing HYDRA. A soft knock on my door and my head was turning, facing my visitor with a look of pure grief and want. Desperate, unhinged want that could eat you up from inside out and you'd still feel it.

"Hey, y/n. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Nat asked tentatively, clearing trying to to disturb my shaken up state. I nodded, offering a small smile which she returned as I now faced her. She walked up to me, talking my hands him hers and playing with the as she spoke, eyes kind and full of understanding.

"There's a mission, and we want you to go." She said calmly, almost as if the mere thought of it would send me into some kind of heart attack.

"Okay," I begun, eyes flitting down to the floor before back up again. "What is it? Aren't you scared that I'm still HYDRA and all I'd do is stab someone in the back?"

"Not exactly." Nat informed me with a smile, amusement glinting in her eyes at my assumption. "For starters, we all trust you, well maybe not steve - but everyone else does." Nat and I both laughed slightly. "And I think you wouldn't have it any other way it to go on the mission yourself." Nat finished.

"How come?" I asked, brow raised.

"There's been a lead..." she started. "On the winter soldier. We thought you might want to help check it out, possibly capture him. Your powers may be the best chance we have a detaining someone as strong as him." Nat spoke. "And if we can detain him.."

"We can save him." I finished.

"Exactly."

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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 4 years ago

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We Met Within This Screen (chapt. 5)

[Donnie x fem reader]

sfw, chapt. 4 here

Just as Donnie had predicted, the night air was cold on his scales. Right upon leaving, Mikey brought up to Leo going in pairs this time, to cover more ground, he said. An extra thorough patrol. Donnie honestly couldn't make up his mind and so by then he was flying by the seat of his pants, not objecting to Mikey's plan, but also not agreeing. He doubted Leo would be convinced, anyway. They didn't do duo patrols that often.

"I was thinking we could split up this time, you know, me and Donnie, you and Raph?" suggested Mikey, closing the manhole behind himself.

"I thought you liked it when we're all together," Leo commented.

Donnie shot Mikey a look, trying to tell him to cool it, but he shrugged, "Come on, it'll be like some kind of training or...something," Mikey went behind Leo and shook his shoulders, "aren't you into that?"

Internally, Donnie facepalmed. Unless he actively tried to stop this, it was going to happen, wasn't it? One way or another, probably; it all depended on how Leo was feeling that night. Raph was indifferent. He didn't care whether they were all together or in pairs, just that he got to flex his combat skills some. If he could, he'd go out and do it on his own, even.

Leo looked around, considering Mikey's suggestion. "Okay," he agreed, eventually. "You and Donnie take East, Raph and I will cover the usual route and then—"

"No," Mikey interjected. Both Leo and Raph's brows furrowed as they stared at their brother. He motioned toward Donnie, "Me and Donnie can take that, you guys just go on ahead," he smiled. "You know I like checking out the skatepark!"

"No skating," Leo said.

"I'll just watch whoever's there, then." He pouted.

Raph snorted. "Yeah, make sure he actually pays attention, Donnie."

"As usual," Donnie sighed, and looked at Leo.

"Well, what do you think, Don?"

The decision is up to me?

Turns out it was his all along, but he wanted to feign innocence in saying that Mikey was the one to drag him through it. Easier to not take responsibility and let life happen at you rather than making a conscious effort, at times.

"I guess we can do that," Donnie answered reluctantly. He could have said no. Why didn't he? In the corner of his eye, he saw Mikey beam, giving him a discreet thumbs up.

"Alright, meet back here by four AM, and if either of you run into big trouble, call. We'll come," Leo said. "Same for us."

"Yeah, we'll holler for ya," added Raph dismissively. "And nah, a big dog doesn't count as trouble, Mikey." He sounded gruff, but in actuality, he was still chuckling to himself over that years later. After they got over being annoyed that he had called them from that far while they were on a supply run. Chased by a junkyard dog—some of their least favorite parts about visiting those places.

"Hey, it was mean! And way fast!" Mikey protested as they parted ways, them taking to the East and red and blue the opposite way.

As per course, Donnie and Mikey took their normal route, and his heart skipped a beat when they met the scene of their last run-in with criminals. Not because of them, no, but because of the familiar apartment building that was now more intimidating than he'd expected. They circled the area like they normally would have, but Mikey came to stop them on a roof just opposite of the complex, eyes searching each window. Obscured by the height of the building, he sat on the edge.

Donnie didn't know what to do with himself. He stood back a good ten feet, somehow paranoid of being spotted even though he knew it was not possible from their angle in the complex. Mikey was comfortable, and weirdly at peace as he sat there quietly on the edge, assumed to be waiting for his brother to make a move. But Donnie was stuck in place.

"What are you waiting for, D?"

The sudden question broke him from his stillness. It was true; he didn't know what he was waiting for.

"I—I don't know what you want me to do, what are you thinking?" Donnie asked in return, stepping back a little further as he noticed movement behind the curtains of a lit window.

"Get your phone out and talk to her," Mikey told him, waving his hand at the apartments. "What did we come out here for if you aren't gonna make it right, bro? Do some smooth talk, tell her you're sorry and you wanna get to know her better…"

"This is absolutely a ridiculous plan," Donnie said, though as if his hands had thought of their own, they reached for his phone, and a moment later he was looking at the messages. Still nothing. Radio silence on both of their ends. How would he approach it? "I'm sorry I went from hot to cold so fast. Please talk to me again." Too strong. "Sorry, can we get a redo?" Too casual. "I'd like to apologise for being a jerk." Okay, that's just not good. Reconciling was going to be as difficult as he'd thought it would be.

Mikey came over and looked at his phone screen and his brother floundering, thumbs stuttering across the keyboard, deleting the text, retyping it over and over again for perfection where he wasn't going to find any–

"I got this, let Love Doctor Mikey handle it," he said, taking the phone right from Donnie's hand.

"You've never been in a relationship, not even talked to anyone, how would you—"

Mikey shushed him. Donnie was going to snatch the phone away but he spun around, draping himself over his shoulder. "Just let me work my magic, dude!"

Donnie couldn't watch; he had to turn away. How sure he was that Mikey was going to say something uncalled for, something weird or bone-headed, and the wait was killing him. What if she didn't even respond? Was that better than doing damage control for Mikey's shenanigans? For someone usually decisive, he could not for the life of him make up his mind about what he wanted at that very instance.

The phone vibrated.

Mikey cheered. "Got her on the line, now you just gotta reel 'em in," he grinned, handing the phone back to Donnie.

"Hey :/

I thought you wanted to stop?"

Mikey kept trying to lean over to catch a glimpse of the screen, but Donnie felt that it was a personal moment, so without skipping a beat, he activated the electric current in his staff and poked it behind him into his brother's plastron.

"Fine," Mikey whined. He stepped in one last time, "But don't hold out on me here!"

Trying to find an graceful way to patch this all up, Donnie replied:

"I apologise for that, and I know you probably want an explanation, but it's hard to explain

Moment of weakness?

I guess...

Anyway. I'm not expecting you to suddenly be cool with it, if you don't want to talk to me I understand

Sorry."

Mikey noticed Donnie's dismal expression and he mellowed out accordingly, standing close but not putting a hand on him, nor saying anything. He didn't watch the phone, but Donnie's face and slumped shoulders. He'd thought it would have been going better by now.

"I won't lie, I'm still confused

But if you're going through something, I'm right here for you

Don't worry about it. Just don't give me a spook like that again, I thought it was me

lol

Okay it's not funny but this is a little awkward"

Donnie's heart sank reading that. He'd made her feel bad, even question herself over his problem. Never had he wanted to make her think it was her that drove him off.

"No, no, it was never you

Again, I can't really explain…

Is it okay if we just try this again?

I understand if not."

"Jeez Bo, I already said it's alright

I WANT to keep talking to you, you're cool

So let's forget about it, yeah?

Friends again :) "

And like that, his heart took a leap. A smile slowly spread across his face, and without looking away from the screen, grabbed Mikey by the shell, pulling him toward. "Look at this!" he exclaimed.

"You see it too?" he quirked, pointing at the apartment complex across the road.

Donnie paused and looked over his shoulder at him, "What?"

On one of the balconies sat a lone girl, on her phone, and if Mikey looked hard enough, he could see a smile. Definitely a smile.

"Ah!" yelped Donnie quietly. He scurried back against the wall of the attached building behind him, as far as he could.

"Dude! Come on, this is perfect!" Mikey nudged him, and when he didn't hop up onto his feet, dragged his brother near the edge of the roof. Donnie was boneless but unwilling, his mind stuck on the fact that she thought he was cool. Him, cool. Was he? She didn't know even the half of it. She didn't know he was a martial artist, technically a genius, and that he'd gone against some of the worst the city had to offer. And without that, she still thought he was cool, as an average guy.

As average as what my circumstances will allow me to be.

Feet dragging all the way, Donnie's stomach did a flip as they met the ledge, peering carefully over it in a crouch. They were prone, watching the girl who was completely unaware of their presence. He was, simply put, enraptured, for a second there, studying her features as much as he could from where they were. The details of her face were not distinct due to the distance, but he could tell she was both nothing like he'd imagined and so much more. For once, he didn't immediately question the validity of the situation; there was no "it could be a coincidence", or "it's too unlikely that she would be out just as they were". Not right away. But it hit him when Mikey spoke.

"You're so lucky, D," he said wistfully. "Really." Head rested on his forearm, his gaze fell on not one thing, but the whole scene, a somber smile gracing him. He was excited, happy for his brother. But deep down, Donnie knew that though Mikey wasn't envious of him in a resentful way, it had to have stung to witness such a thing unfold for someone not himself. Their youngest had always craved connection the most. He looked away from the girl, "I wasn't gonna let you throw away an awesome chance, was I?"

Releasing a heavy breath, Donnie crawled away from the edge, but his eyes remained on that balcony. It was weird to watch someone who didn't know they were being watched. Not in that context.

"I...guess I may be," Donnie responded. But it would only get more complicated from there. His phone vibrated, breaking his trance, and the message he found read:

"Anyways, with that out of the way, what are you doing?"

Just watching you from a roof, nothing much, Donnie thought.

"Currently out enjoying the night"

"Isn't it kinda cold?"

"What about you?"

He knew what he meant, because he was there watching her as a chilled breeze rolled through, but she told him she wasn't doing anything. Only relaxing and talking to him.

It took him a few minutes to get his bearings. To know that he now had tangible evidence that she was a girl, an ordinary person, and that said person really thought he was cool. Worth the effort. He felt exceedingly difficult for not being able to give her a rightful explanation, but comforted by the fact that he wasn't being demanded of one. He felt light. Almost weightless, with Mikey next to him instead of his other cynical, skeptical brothers. For a moment, he had nothing to worry about.

From across the roof, he could still see the yawn escape her mouth. Probably an indicator that it was time to wrap things up. He didn't want her to stay up too late; it was already odd that she was up at such an hour, almost two AM, but glad nonetheless.

"Are you tired?"

"Yeah

I think I'm gonna hit the hay

So goodnight, Bo

Talk to you later (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞"

She got up, leaning on the railing which faced them.

"I want to stay up with you but—"

Donnie sucked in a sharp breath as she looked up, just barely able to see from underneath the balcony above her. He snagged the strap on Mikey's shell and yanked him back with him away from the edge of the roof, taking cover behind the wall.

"Shit," hissed Donnie, "do you think she saw us?"

These shells, they make us look so big!

"Relax, bro, even if she did, it was only a little bit. Besides, we could be anyone from this far, they don't have pigeon vision."

"You mean 'eagle vision'?"

"They're both birds!"

Donnie deadpanned and peeked over the wall. She'd gone in. Three minutes later, he hadn't gotten any texts yet about something weird on the rooftops, so he could finally relax, groaning lightly. "Too close," he breathed out, "Mikey, we need to go, Leo's going to notice we're not back in time if we don't hurry up and get the rest of this route done."

"Already on it," he whooped, vaulting onto the next roof.

As Donnie was scaling the wall of the attached building, he felt his phone vibrate, and curious, he checked it one last time before getting on his way.

"One question before I go

You ever see stuff you can't explain but even if you did you'd sound crazy?"

Oh, no.

"No, I don't."

Chapter 6

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pitviperofdoom · 4 years ago

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I really liked your 'Life Preserver' excerpt and I'd love to read more about it. I liked the interaction between Gerry and Georgie, their characterization and Gerry's description of his relationship with Jon, plus this exchange: “He thinks your mum’s a homophobe, you know.”“You know, he’s probably right? Think she might just hate the idea of love in general, though.”“Messy divorce, I take it,”“Rohypnol and garden shears were involved, so yeah, I’d say it was pretty messy.”

Thanks!

Yeah, Gerry and Georgie surprised me as a really interesting dynamic to explore. In spite of Georgie’s caution around the Entities, Gerry just feels like the kind of person Georgie would get along with, given the people she canonically ends up loving.

Anyway here’s another part I’ve written! This one actually has Jon and Gerry in it.

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When Jon went in for his next shift, things went smoothly enough to be genuinely suspicious. Tina was his desk partner again, and she greeted him with the same cordiality as always. No one official-looking ever came by to speak with him.

The only hint that anything had happened that night was a campus-wide e-mail paying respects to Daniel Lattimer, one of the subject librarians, who was reported as having “passed unexpectedly”. The message held all of the usual official platitudes and nothing else; Jon had read it word for word several times to be sure.

Someone should have known, shouldn’t they? It wasn’t as if he had been careful about covering his tracks, beyond making his tip anonymous. The library had cameras. He was sure he’d left at least a few shoe prints in all the blood.

But nothing came of it. The first hour passed peacefully, with nothing more exciting than a couple of patrons he had to inform of overdue books.

Jon spotted the familiar dark figure out of the corner of his eye, even before Tina hissed a warning at him. He raised his head to watch Gerard Keay’s approach, chest suddenly tight with nervousness.

How on earth was he supposed to explain this?

“Hey.” Gerard was in front of him already, leaning his elbows on the desk as usual. “Any word on that book? I tried to come in yesterday, but you were closed.”

“R-right.” Jon hesitated. There were several ways he could answer this. He could, of course, be utterly truthful and tell him that he’d burned the thing on account of it being made of meat and killing one of the librarians. He almost laughed at the thought. At worst, Gerard would complain to someone about Jon being unhelpful; at best, he’d find it funny, but he’d demand a real answer once he was done laughing about it.

He could lie and stall by saying that the book was still on its way. But that was a temporary fix at best, and it would only lead Gerard to keep coming in and asking.

And would that really be so bad? Jon shook his head to clear away the thought.

“Right,” he said again. “A-about that. Unfortunately—” He slipped his bandaged hand behind the desk, out of sight. “—we were unable to find the book in storage. It seems to have been marked incorrectly. It happens sometimes. Though not very often, I assure you,” he added hastily. “But it’s been marked down as missing, I’m afraid.”

“Oh.” Gerard’s face was the very picture of disappointment. “That’s a shame. Really did need that one.”

“Terribly sorry for the inconvenience.” Jon tried to sound like he meant it.

It was hard to force down the sheer, overwhelming relief. Just last night he’d regretted his own paranoia, but now? If he hadn’t gone back, if he hadn’t checked for the book…

Well, the library might not have been closed yesterday. And he didn’t have the first shift at the circulation desk. And whoever did might have been someone who didn’t know, someone who wasn’t haunted by the name Jurgen Leitner, who might have taken the book from the cart and handed it straight over—

The unwelcome memory of Mr. Lattimer’s body rose up behind his eyes, juxtaposed over the young man standing before him.

As a child, he’d doomed someone else to a gruesome death that should have been his. So maybe this time… maybe he’d actually…

“Well then,” said Gerard, shaking him out of his bubble of thoughts. “Guess that’s—er, guess I’ll look elsewhere…”

“Right,” said Jon. “Unless there was anything else you needed…?” He tried not to sound too hopeful.

“No, thanks, that’s it,” said Gerard, already turning away. “Thanks for all the help.”

“Oh, I hardly—I mean, I didn’t really do much, in the end.”

Gerard regarded him for a moment, head tilted to one side with a thoughtful look. Then, quite without warning, he smiled at him. “Don’t sell yourself short. You were great.”

“O-of course,” Jon stammered as Gerard turned to leave again. “Oh, wait—wait a moment.”

Gerard looked back. “Yeah?”

Jon dug into his pocket, pulling out the lighter. “Is this yours?” he asked, placing it on the desk. “I found it on one of the tables in the reading room, and I remembered you had it the other day…”

Instead of taking it, Gerard simply flashed him one last grin. “Keep it,” he said. “I’ve got loads.”

“It’s really not good to keep ignition sources in a library,” Jon protested, feeling inordinately flustered.

Gerard laughed, a brief, bright thing, and—

“D’you want to get coffee?” Jon blurted out.

The smile froze on Gerard’s face, before giving way to surprise. “What?”

A stab of terror nearly robbed Jon of his words, before he found his voice again and forged ahead. “Do you—I mean. Do you want to get coffee sometime?” he repeated. Shit. Shit, he was doing this, how was he already doing this? “With me?” He wanted to kick himself, of course he’d know he meant it that way. “I—my shift ends at noon today. If you’re free. I-if you want to, I mean.”

Gerard blinked at him, so utterly bewildered that it might have been funny if Jon’s heart weren’t currently climbing into his throat. “You—wait. Is this… are you asking me on a date?”

He said it so incredulously, as if the idea that Jon would ask him on a date were utterly incomprehensible to him. Rapidly, Jon’s heart sank back down.

“Yes,” Tina leapt in helpfully. “He is. Aren’t you, Jon?”

She nudged him none too gently. “Y-yes,” he said, because it wasn’t as if he could dig himself any deeper. “That—that was the intention.”

“Huh.” Gerard shrugged. “Sure.”

The whiplash made Jon dizzy for a moment. “Really?”

“Yeah. Noon, right? See you then.” With that, he turned and walked out of the library.

Once he was out of sight, Jon slumped over onto the surface of the desk like a marionette with its strings cut.

Tina patted his back. “Proud of you. Go get that goth D.”

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It wasn’t that Gerry didn’t know it was a terrible idea—just that he’d had worse ones before. He was still breathing after years of them, in fact. So what was one more?

Jon the librarian was far from the first scarred survivor he’d ever met. They weren’t common, precisely, but nor were they unheard of. Technically he was one, and Mum had been as well, before she carved herself up.

But Gerry knew he was an outlier, and as rare as surviving one brush with the Fears was, meeting two of the things and escaping uneaten from both was on a level of its own. But against all odds, when he looked at the wispy little librarian who’d spent the past week being so divertingly helpful, Gerry could see two separate, distinct marks on him, where there had previously been only one. And they really were distinct from one another. The Flesh was like a shark sometimes, content to take one good bite before losing interest and wandering off, while the wisps of the Web still clung jealously. A scar like that could have been left years ago or the day before they met. You could never tell with the Web.

That added to the risk, of course. For all he knew, this was some ploy from the Mother of Puppets to catch him and draw him in. A little cliche, maybe, but Gerry couldn’t fault it for its efficacy.

He’d said yes, after all.

In his defense, it wasn’t every day he met someone with a nice face, a taste for burning Leitners, and enough luck or fortitude to walk away from two different Powers. Nor was it every day a person like that asked him to… well…

People didn’t flirt with him, was the thing. Anyone who knew enough to be worth talking to either wised up and ran the other way, or turned around and tried to take a chunk out of him.

So, yeah. Might as well give it a shot. See what it was like, while he had the chance.

He had til noon to brace himself, anyway. Not enough time to go back to Mum’s and freshen up, which was a shame. She’d just faded out a couple of days ago, so he knew he’d have the place to himself.

Ah, well.

In spite of himself, Gerry found himself turning his face upward with a grin and an excited spring in his step. It’d be a bit like traveling abroad, or visiting tourist traps, or all the other things he indulged in when Mum was gone. See as much of the world beyond his own as he could, before she finally fucked up and got him killed.

A date! Who’d have thought he’d get to check that one off the bucket list?

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years ago

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Stay With Me (Pt. 08 of 09)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Daryl found you surrounded by the dead, stuck in the backseat of a car. You were wishing for death to take you away for quite a while now, but, as you slid back and forth into consciousness, there was only one thing keeping you alive. Him, the man with blue, worried eyes and kind voice. Your beaten up body was ready to give up, too wounded and broken to keep going. But this man, who went out of his way to save your life is the only thing in the world holding you up. And, because of him, you feel something you haven't felt in a very long time: hope. Wherever he's taking you, you want to get there, and not only to be buried. For what it feels like the very first time, you want to live. He takes you back to Alexandria, but even there, the nightmares and the terror from all the torture and pain you've been through keeps creeping closer, and Daryl, your hero, is the only one who can keep that all away.

Warnings: Mentions and description (not graphic) of past abuse; post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD); some violence at the end of the story (a little bit graphic, but not so much); blood.

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Nightmare

It's amazing to know you're excited about the party. Luke is two months old, and since you had a welcome party in-store, you turned it into a birthday party. It'll happen later tonight, by nightfall, and you're enjoying the last moments before you have to leave the bedroom and start organizing things.

After brushing your teeth and hair, you leave the bathroom, smiling to see Daryl still lied in bed. He seems peaceful, eyes closed, so handsome in the morning light. You've been wanting to tell him something, it's been a while... But you never get the right time. Or maybe you're just a little scared...

But looking at him now, it just fades away. You and Daryl have been in a solid relationship, and despite the short time, things have been amazing. Perfect. Carol is even talking about moving out, so you and Daryl can have your own space, but you don't want to push her to it. In the privacy of your bedroom, you're fine. And living with Carol is nice.

“Hey, D.” You say in a soft voice, going to the bed and climbing on top of him. Daryl grunts something, his eyes opening, hands coming to your hips and waist. “Are you awake?”

“I am now that a kitten came to lie down on me.” He mumbles as you move up until your face is at the same level as his. You place your legs around his hips, hands sustaining your weight on each side of his head.

“Sorry.” You mutter, moving to stand up. But Daryl's grip gets tighter, and you let yourself fall, collapsing against his chest, giggling. “Alright, alright. But listen up now...”

“What is it?” He brings a hand to your face, fingers caressing your chin.

“Uhm...” Blushing a little, you clear your throat. “I... I think... No, I do.”

Daryl raises an eyebrow, and you can tell he's trying to figure it out on his own. “Ya wanna break apart?” He bursts out suddenly. “ ‘Cause if that's what ya want, I–”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely.” You say in a sarcastic tone, rolling your eyes. “I'm literally on top of you, Daryl Dixon. How can you possibly think I want to end things?” Moving to sit up, straddling his hips, you cross your arms. “What do you have in this pretty head of yours? Only hunting skills?”

“Yer very funny.” In a sudden motion, Daryl pulls you down again, switching positions so he's on top of you instead. “What is it then?” He asks, his face way too close.

“Can I kiss you first?”

“Nah. Ya got me curious.”

“Alright...” Taking a deep breath, you gather up some courage to push the words out. “I want a baby.” Shrugging your shoulders, you giggle at Daryl's funny face. “What?”

“Don't ya have one already?”

“Yeah...” Mumbling, you wrap your arms around his neck. “Daryl?”

“Huh?”

“I want another baby.” Smirking, you place a kiss on his lips. He's fast to kiss you back, a hand cupping your cheek. “So. What do you think?” You ask when you pull away.

“How are ya plannin’ to get one?”

You're not sure if his intention was to make you blush, but you're blushing anyway. “Uhm... First I need to get married.”

“Get married? People don't care about these things anymore.” He answers quickly, and you wonder if you went too far. Maybe it's way too early, and these thoughts should be kept inside your heart for a while longer.

“I know but... That's exactly why I care.” Sighing, you avoid his eyes. “I'm sorry, we haven't talked about this and I don't even know if–”

“Hey, calm down.” With his thumb and index finger on your chin, he makes you look at him again. You always appreciates Daryl's touch, it doesn't matter how small it is. It took a while for him to get comfortable enough to do this so easily, and you never take it for granted. He's always gentle as if you're a porcelain doll. He's never rough, never violent, not with you. Loving Daryl happened fast and strong, and it's a feeling that only grows, every passing day. “Ya wanna talk about it we'll talk about it.”

“It's just that... I-I love you. With all my heart and... It does feel like we already have this family thing going on and...” Daryl has fallen into this father role, and he's absolutely amazing with Luke. He can make him fall asleep in minutes, and you love to watch as he rocks the baby to sleep. And those moments always get your mind racing. He's already being such a good father so maybe he'd like a baby of his own... And you'd like to give him that. “...It got me thinking.”

“I love ya too, babygirl. But marriage... It would bound you with me on a whole different level.” Daryl sits up, and you follow his movement, your arms still around his neck, keeping him close. “I wanna make sure ya have the choice ta’ walk away when ya want to.”

“I won't walk away, Dixon. I love you.” He needs to be reassured of that from time to time, but you don't mind. You want to spend the rest of your life making sure Daryl knows he's loved. That he's desired and wanted. “I want to be with you for the rest of my life and if that's what you want too... You know, I'm a girlish girl, I'd like to get married someday, and honestly, if not with you then I won't marry anyone else.” Shrugging your shoulders, you look down, a shiver rolling down your spine, feeling his fingers caressing your bare thigh.

“Ya sure ya want this? With me? Are ya sure about what yer talking about?”

“I am.” You mutter in a low voice, blushing. “I am.” Repeating in a low voice, you kiss him, slowly at first, but soon enough his taste overcomes everything, and you think he feels the same since he deepens the kiss. Pulling him down again, you smile when his hand touches a ticklish spot on your side.

“Hey, you two!” Carol calls, knocking on the door. “Wake up. There's a lot to do today.”

Daryl grunts in response, not pulling away from the kiss.

But Carol is right. It'll be a long day and both you and Daryl have stuff to get ready for the party.

The day passes by quickly since you're helping everyone a little. The only thing you can't do is lift heavy stuff. Daryl forbade it, with Denise backing him up, you have no idea for how long. The party will happen at Rick's house since the living room is the biggest, and you spend hours there decorating everything. You try not to think too much about all the people who will be here tonight. You know them, you befriended them, they won't hurt you.

When it's finally time to go, you're impressed by how you feel. Happy, not scared, and actually excited. You never thought stuff like this would ever happen again. It's silly, but it keeps people sane, said Deanna. The sun is making its way to the horizon when you're getting dressed. You chose to wear a dress Daryl brought you from one of his runs. It's a light shade of blue, with thin straps and a nice cleavage in the back, reaching a few inches below the mid of your thighs. You never wear anything that will show the scar on your leg, you don't like it. Nor what it represents. You're putting on your flats when Daryl comes out of the bathroom, hair still damp, but completely dressed. He's wearing what he usually wears, always dark colors, but you don't mind. You really like it.

“Are you ready?” You ask, turning on your heels to face him. Daryl doesn't answer, eyes locked on you, lingering for so long it makes you blush. “D? Cat got your tongue?”

“Nah, it just...” He looks down at his feet before making his way over you. “Ya look beautiful, that's all.”

“Thanks.” Smiling shyly, you tiptoe to kiss him. “But I'll need a coat for when the night falls... Mind if I get one of yours?”

“Won't ya ever stop stealin’ my clothes?” Daryl fakes an annoyed tone, but it takes two seconds for his lips to break into a smile.

“Well, you stole my heart, Dixon. I'm just looking for revenge.” Winking at him, you search on the wardrobe for one of his jackets. “Now let's get going. Maggie and I baked this brownies and I'm dying for one.” Grabbing the jacket, you take his hand and leave the bedroom.

Carol is already there, so you just have to take little Luke and head out. He wants Daryl this time, so he's the one carrying him to Rick's place. As you walk there, the wind messes with your hair, and you try to keep it from your face.

“Who are the new residents, by the way?” You just remembered them. If the day wasn't so hectic, you'd ask Daryl to introduce you to them, just so you could know their faces before having to meet them at the party.

“Two men. Aaron found them starving to death a hundred miles Northwest. They're alright I guess. Since Deanna allowed them to stay.” Daryl reassures you, his free hand taking yours. “Ya ok?”

“Yeah... I'm excited, actually.” As you climb the few steps to the porch, Luke giggles, you're not sure why. “Right, little one?” Stopping by the front door, you step closer to the baby in Daryl's arm. “Are you excited too? For your party? Two months old already, you're growing up so fast.” You're still baby-talking when the door is opened, a smiley Carl gesturing for you to get in.

“C'mon, let's get ya those brownies,” Daryl says as you step inside.

It takes no time for people to come to talk to Luke, him becoming the center of attention. He throws himself on Maggie's arms, who happily welcomes him.

“(Y/N),” Rick says and you turn on your heels to talk to him. Daryl remains close, and you know why. But you feel fine, comfortable around these people. “Judith said a funny word this morning. I wonder where she learned it.” He has his hands on his hips, and you innocently shrug your shoulders.

“What word?”

“Damn it,” Daryl answers, not a hint of doubt in his voice. Rick nods, raising his eyebrow.

“Oh my gosh. Where could she have heard such a thing?” She learned it from you because that's what you exclaim almost a hundred times a day and that's not really a secret anymore. “I'm sure she said something like ‘dang it’ so I don't see how that's my fault. ‘Dang it’ it's not that bad is it?”

“Well, I think–”

“(Y/N). Daryl.” Deanna calls, and you give Rick a smirk, meaning you're happy to be saved from this conversation. Turning around, you focus on Deanna. “Come, you're the only ones who haven't met Michael and Daniel yet.”

“Ok.” You can't help but feel a little anxious to meet new people, so you grab Daryl's arm as you follow Deanna through the living room.

“Over here.” She gestures, a kind smile on her lips. “This is Daniel, and Michael, they were found–”

Her words fade when both men turn to look at you. Their faces are unmistakable, and you feel yourself sinking, skin burning, head spinning as it all comes back.

Their voices, touches, and threats. You're suddenly back there, in the darkness, starving, freezing, waiting, wishing for death to come before they did. You're in the basement where your screams used to echo. All of your wounds start hurting, pulsing, as if they were reopened, all over again.

You never got the names, but you'll never forget the faces. One of them, the you thought looked like Rick, has a smile on his lips. The same sick, wicked smile, the same he had every time he went to see you, never failing to draw some blood.

“Hi, (Y/N).” He says, in the same tone he used to. Low, dark, more animal than human.

What happens next is a blur. There's yelling, and Daryl suddenly isn't by your side anymore. He's a blur, moving towards both men, drawing punches. You're pulled back by someone, you don't know where, but you know it isn't Daryl. You know his touch by heart, and it's the only touch you want.

“Let go of me!” You yell, pushing whoever that was, sinking, falling backward until you hit a wall. You want to disappear again, to vanish from existence. With both hands covering your ears, you push yourself into the wall, hoping it'll absorb you, hide you.

“Take them. Now.”

“The trial happens tomorrow.”

“Lock those assholes up.”

“Enjoy your last night on Earth.”

The words have no meaning, they just keep echoing. The low chattering, the many footsteps... Why are you still here? Why can't you be strong for once and just run? Run where? If they're here... Where else could you go?

“Babygirl,” his low, calming voice is like a beacon, lighting up the darkness, bringing you back, pulling you into consciousness again. Into life.

Moving just a little, hands off your ears and muscles relaxing, you look at him, immediately running to his arms. “They're here. They're here, they... They found me.”

“Alright, calm down now.” He holds you tight, a hand rubbing your back. “Let's get ya outta here.”

Nodding, you offer no resistance when he picks you up. You keep your eyes closed, face hidden on the crook of his neck as you float away. It feels like the first time, when he was carrying you from the infirmary into what's now your house.

You flinch a little when you're pulled down, suddenly recognizing your bed and curling up, pulling the blankets over your head.

“How is she?”

“I don't know.” Daryl sounds angry, furious. “I'll kill them right now.”

“No, Daryl. The trial will be tomorrow. You know they'll die for what they did”

“I don't care!”

“You need to stay with her now.”

You know it's Carol, but still, you want her to go. You need everyone to go away now, you just need Daryl. You need to... Go away. Alexandria isn't safe anymore. You rather face the dead.

Silently, moved by fear, you get up, taking the dress off, and struggling with the first pair of jeans you find.

“(Y/N),” Daryl calls, but you ignore him, sight blurred by the tears as you put a shirt on. “Hey, (Y/N).” You don't know what to take... You just need to leave. These walls won't keep you safe anymore. If you stay... You know they'll find you again.

“I'm leaving.” You mumble, looking around and finding the white sneakers you left by the edge of the bed and putting them on.

“What–”

“I'm leaving! I can't stay here. If I stay here it'll happen all over again.” You're yelling, sitting on the bed, sobbing. “They're here, they'll take me again, they-they–”

“Shh, yer ok.” Daryl pulls you up, into his arms, and you melt. The sobs are muffled by this jacket, and your tears are certainly soaking the fabric. “Look at me, babygirl. Look at me.” Slowly, you raise your head, his blue eyes acting immediately, like a medicine made only for you. “There's a place I can take ya for the night. But ya need to be here tomorrow. To officialize their crime so I can kill those–”

“Take me away, please.” You beg, holding onto him as if he's the only thing keeping you sane. Alive. Because he is. “Please, if I stay here I'll–”

“Alright, alright.” He nods, a hand caressing your cheek. “Let's go then. C'mon.”

Everything happens in the background, you feel. Carol stays by your side in the porch, guiding you to the car Daryl took to drive you away. You barely feel your body now, out on the street, feeling their eyes on you... Their eyes, evil and disgusting, as they lust over you. You know they're not here, but still, you feel them. Wanting you to cave in, to agree to fulfill their needs in the most vile, degrading ways. You're hyperventilating when the gate opens, the woods before you suddenly looking far safer than these walls.

When Daryl crosses the gate, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, lungs burning. The sun is coming down, so there are a some shadows creeping in... But it's better out here. The wall will keep them inside, you hope.

“Babygirl,” Daryl says, getting your attention. “We're almost there, alright?”

“Ok.” You mumble, and Daryl puts a hand on your knee.

“Nothin’ will hurt ya. Never again. M’ gonna keep that promise.”

Holding his hand, your eyes meet his when he gives you a glance.

Around ten minutes later, Daryl stops the car. You haven't noticed before, but he parked in front of a small, wooden house. It looks like it was some kind of cabin in the woods since there are no other constructions around it. “C'mon.” He says when he opens the passenger door for you. Your legs feel a little weak, but you manage to stand up, immediately looking around. “There's nobody here, I promise ya.”

Nodding, you let him guide you inside, a flashlight on his hand. Daryl unlocks the door, and you wonder why he has the key to this thing. When you step in, the light coming from in between the planks on the windows helps you see the interior. There is a cough and a coffee table, you recognize it despite the dark plastic covering both things. Walking further in, you peak at the kitchen. Everything is clean and has a plastic placed over them. It kinda looks live someone used to live here not too long ago.

“I found this place a while ago.” Daryl starts, placing his backpack on the floor. “Was fixin’ it, cleanin’... So I could bring ya here every once in a while.” He gestures at the whole place in general, and you take another look around. He did say he'd try to find a place he could take you outside Alexandria, but you never thought it would be this good. “Still has a lot to do. Gonna put electricity, runnin’ water will be more complicated but I'll do it.”

“You're doing all that for me?” You whisper, hoping the dim light will hide your blushing cheeks.

“Yeah... Wanted to bring ya here under different circumstances but...” He takes the bag again, gesturing at the hall. “First door to the right it's our bedroom.”

Following his direction, you open the door to a small bedroom with a double bed, also covered with black plastic. The windows have wooden planks on it too, but there's enough space in between them so let some light come in.

“Here, lemme’–” Daryl drops the bag, walking over the bed and removing the plastic. Underneath, the light green sheets seem comfortable and you get it now why everything is covered up. To keep it clean. “Ya can lie down it ya want to. Brought some blankets.” As you move to the bed, Daryl searches in the bag, picking up two blankets and fixing them on the bed. “Ya hungry? Or thirsty? I brought–”

“I just need you, Daryl.” You whisper, drying off some tears that are still rolling down. “Can you come here?”

“Of course, babygirl.” Quickly, he leaves the bag behind and joins you in bed. Daryl pulls you close, you head on his chest as his arms hold you tightly, keeping you safe.

“I hope this is just a nightmare... That I'll wake up tomorrow and it'll all be gone.” Mumbling, you push yourself even closer to him, if that's even possible.

“I'll kill them myself, I swear.” There's a fire in his voice, hate. You've never heard him talking like that, his chest vibrating powerfully. “I'll wipe them off the face of Earth.”

Involuntary, your hand finds its way to your leg, to the scar. The pain is a vivid memory today, and for a moment you feel like you should lie down, as motionless as you can so it won't hurt. So the stitches won't rip again.

How is it possible that all the horrible memories came back all at once? On one second? “I-if I didn't have you, I... I'd die today, I know I would.”

“Nah, ya wouldn't.” Moving, he brings his index finger to your chin, making you look at him. “Yer stronger than ya give yourself credit for. Ya don't see it, but I do.” Then, he places a soft, sweet kiss on your lips, which is sadly, too brief. “But I will protect ya. Always, until my days are over.”

“Daryl, I–”

“I wanna marry ya.” He bursts out, his low voice burning through your head as you wonder if you heard him right. “When this is over and those monsters are dead... I wanna marry ya.”

Despite the terror, creeping through your skin, the darkness threatening to swallow you again, you smile. Everything fades away, and a different kind of happiness washes over you. A type of bliss you didn't even know existed. Unable to control yourself, you climb over him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you,” you mutter, not giving him the chance to answer, connecting your lips on his in a loving, passionate kiss.

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gloomyhearts · 4 years ago

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Mellillla || Owen P. Joyner

Chapter one~ I'll be dead

High school sweethearts as their friends called them but they were never in a relationship. Several years passed them when their life moved on. Will their paths meet again?

AN: Hey guys.. so here's my first Owen Joyner x fem!OC. Hope you enjoy it :)

The brunette girl hurried through the hallways to her next class, many other students stood by their lockers chattering with one another. Her flow was interrupted as someone grabber her arm making her stop.

"Why are you running, Dahl?" A breath of relief escaped her lips when she saw Lilith.

"We have a class in like two minutes," she argues.

Lilith let out a chuckle. "We have lunch you idiot" her chuckle grow into a loud laughter.

"What really?" Dahlia turns her left wrist to see the watch.

"What the.."

"You're hilarious," her hand resting on her abdomen from laughing.

"That's not funny," Dahlia's index pushed her glasses further on her nose.

"Come on, let's get you some food," the red haired girl grabbed her wrist pulling her to the cafeteria.

When they arrived there her graze felt on her group of friends sitting on one of the tables near the wall as always.

"You made it, D. Finally," Samuel raises his hand for her to high five it.

She came to a halt and her hand met a wet one.

"Why.. what was that," she groans bringing her hand up to her nose. It didn't smell at all.

"Chill it was just water" he holds his bottle up.

Dahlia rolled her eyes while sitting down.

"So what's your plan for the weekend?" Chloe asks.

"Well, I have volleyball on Saturday and Sunday there's this school play where the bands playing," Dahlia explains as she steals some carrots from Lilith.

"And after that?"

"Serious? After that I'm dead" she knitted one of her brows.

"There's a campfire at Josh's," Jacob suggests.

"Feel free to go" she gestures with her hand.

"Not without you D." He states.

"I'm not coming"

"Please Dahl," Emma had her puppy eyes as she pleaded.

"Guys.. fine, maybe" Dahlia grabs her backpack.

"Where you're going?"

"The break is over in a few. I'm just eluding the big crowd." She winked at them and made her way over to the door.

"She really left. What a girl" every single one at the table began to laugh.

After her last class the brunette had her last rehearsal for the show on Sunday. Her feet steps into the room and her eyes laid abruptly on this special person.

His cap was turned around and held most of his hair back yet single strands of his blonde hair were falling into his face as he played enthusiastic the drums.

She walked over to the piano and took a seat. Her finger run softly over the ivories. A shy small smile suited her lips, deep in her thoughts. Dahlia didn't noticed that someone walked over to her, she shrieks slightly as the shadow laid over her.

"Hey gurl," the familiar voice spoke.

"Val," Dahlia was on her feet again throwing her arms around her.

"I thought you wouldn't come"

"I can't miss this. You know" she rolled her eyes with a smile on her lips.

"Didn't saw you during break" she points.

"I came just for this" the blonde explains.

"Cause I couldn't do this without you"

"We're just rehearsing," Valerie laughs.

"I couldn't do it either," she retorts.

"I know."

"Please take your seats," the teacher shouts.

"We begin with song 3 cause y'all suck at it."

Dahlia was the first to play in this, she nervously let her fingers fly over the keys again. Then the drummer began quietly, giving it all a rhythm and then the rest. Their teacher was somewhat disgusted but also kinda hopeful that her class could do it just good.

"Dahlia, a little louder please," the named girl hit the keys a little harder and her teacher send her a thumb up.

The chords of the last song echoed through the room and the students as well as their teacher seemed pleased.

"Great guys. Go home and get some rest before sunday," the teacher suggests suggests as the music stops.

All the students gathered around the drums giving the person behind various compliments. Dahlia herself moved to the door already out of the room as her teacher calls after her.

"What's wrong?" She arrived at the table.

"You sure about the scholarship?" He questions.

"Yeah, I think I suck too much. I wouldn't make it in the business," Dahlia insists.

"Whatever you say sweetie. I don't wanna push you into something," he states.

Her graze falling on her hands.

"But it'd be a loss," Dahlia's view rose up.

"Thanks but.. I really don't know," she shrugged her shoulders.

"It's okay, Dahlia, really," he gave her a resuring smile. Dahlia nodds and waved to her as she made her way out.

"What did he wanted?" Valerie throws her arm around her shoulder guiding her to the exit.

"Just the scholarship thing"

"Just? Are you serious? Are you stupid? Actually don't answer. I thought we'd have a girl night. At 7 at mine?"

Dahlia nodds as an answer and went to her mother's car.

"See you baby," Valerie shouts after her, Dahlia just winked at her.

"Hi mom," she opens the passenger door and threw her backpack in, following it shortly after.

"Hey hun."

"Can I sleep over at Val's?"

"Yeah of course but don't forget your game tomorrow"

"She'll drive me there."

Actually Valerie is a senior like most of the people in the band but Dahlia is allowed, due to her outstanding grades and well playing, to be in the band. At first her parents were suspicious because the kids were all two til three years older than her innocent Dahlia.

But surprisingly the others hadn't a problem with her joining the band they were even keen. Mostly all of them.

"Can you maybe bring me to her?"

"Your sister said she's going to a friend too, she'll drop you there," she explains.

"Great," she comments. Well since Dahlia joined the band at the end of her freshman year, her sister hears her name more often from her friends having no spare time of her.

"I don't know where your problem is"

"Well since I joined her some of her friends in the band she hates me."

"She doesn't mean it like this. I think she's scared you're stealing her friends."

"That was a year ago and I haven't, not even one. Just Val," and that was the point.

Valerie and Serena were friends, best friends until high school started for them but Valerie and Dahlia became friends after two years off their "break up".

It wasn't pretty , it was filthy to be honest but it was Serena's fault mostly but that's yesterday's news.

"You're breaking the news to her," the young girl says as she exits the car.

When Dahlia entered her room the first thing she does is to put her glasses into its case, the second thing is to pack her suitcase for the weekend, during the drive home she clarified that she'd stay the whole weekend at her friend's house.

"I'm not driving you there," her sister rushes into the room.

"Well good afternoon to you too, sister," she comments.

"But it's literally on your way. You're even driving her road," dahlia adds.

"But I have to stop right in front of her home," Serena argues.

"I'd jump out the car," the brunette suggests.

"That's a great idea," she turns around and leaves as fast as she got in.

She's so dump Dahlia thought.

"I'm leaving on 6.30" Serena shouted through the door and a smile creeped on Dahlia's lips. She continues to push her things into the suitcase.

"You're moving out?" Her younger brother questions as she wandered to the stairs.

"Shut up."

"Just that you know. Mom says if you blow up the house she puts you up for adoption," she announced as her feet steps on the first stair.

"You ready?" Dahlia nodds and followed her sister behind.

The car ride was covered with silence, neither of them said a single word until they arrived at the front of Valerie's house.

"Thanks for driving me Serena," Dahlia gave her a weak smile as she grabs her suitcase and moved the way to the front.

"You're finally here," Valerie throws the door open and pulled her inside.

"Had Serena really droped you here?" Dahlia nodds, waving Val's parents as they walked past them.

"Hello dear. Nice to see you again," her mother greeted the brunette.

"You'll find us upstairs," she tells them.

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katedrakeohd · 4 years ago

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A Very Merry Birthday (6)

[Masterlist]

Rated: Mature 18+

(3 🍋s on fire, because we're talking threesome here.)

Characters involved: (TRH)Drake & Kate Walker, Preston Davis the bodyguard.

Content warning: Sexual situations (dubcon, masturbation, threesome), swearing, angst, fluff.

Word count: 6000+ (buckle up, get your popcorn and prefered beverage ready)

Prompts included: From Wacky Drabbles- ( they appear bolded in story, but not necessarily in order)

#82 - I didn't realize I needed your permission.

#84 - Just keep moving.

#85 - Do you want me to leave?

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Drake leaves Preston alone in his room to get changed. Standing in the silence of the hallway all he could hear and feel were the sound of his blood rushing through his ears and the thud of his heart in his chest and throat.

Being alone with Kate was his favourite way to spend an evening, and now he had invited another man over to participate. He was still unsure how this night was going to go. The thought of watching his wife touching another man in a sensual way was outside of his comfort zone. He had to trust Kate to not take this too far. He also had to keep himself from wanting to murder Preston for taking pleasure out of touching and kissing his wife. And somehow he had to find pleasure of his own if he was to perform adequately to please Kate. Fuck, this feels all kinds of wrong.

He sees Preston come out of his room with his hair combed, dressed in trousers, but in bare feet. Drake gives him a wry grin and runs his fingers back through his own hair to fix it. Preston's rakish good looks were already exaggerated by the thickness of his mustache and the scruff of his stubble, making Drake feel less masculine with his shaven cheeks and neatly trimmed hair. He suddenly understood how Maxwell felt about Drake showing off his chest hair at the beach, or when he rolled up his sleeves to do a strenuous task. Drake's stomach was suddenly in knots and he wished he had some whiskey to take the edge off his nerves. He doesn't know what to say to the mountain of a man standing next to him, so he just acknowledges him with a nod and then knocks at his hotel room door.

"You don't have your key?" Preston asks, keeping his voice low.

Drake shakes his head, speaking softly, "No, I gave it to her."

From the other side of the door they can hear Kate ask with a playful sing song tone of voice, "Who is it?"

Drake leans against the doorframe and then says, "Room service."

The door opens and Kate looks them over with a smile on her face, "Hello."

Drake grins, "I believe you ordered the two for one entertainment special."

Kate steps back to allow them to come into the room. "Yes, yes I did. Come on in."

After Kate closes the door behind them there's a brief awkward moment as the two men glance at each other and then toward Kate expectantly. With a gentle smile, Kate walks over to Drake and stretches up on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. He wraps his arm around her back to hug her to his side and she rests her hand on his cheek, whispering in his ear.

"You've done well, my love. Why don't you go off to the bathroom, brush your teeth, and freshen up a bit while I talk privately with Preston for a moment?"

Drake looks quickly to Preston and then lets go of Kate, keeping his voice low, "Are you sure? Maybe I should stay."

Patting him gently on the chest, she grins, "Don't worry. We'll be fine. I'm not going to start anything while you're gone."

Drake looks between Kate and Preston, trying to fight the uneasy feeling in his gut. Walking over to the bed he keeps an eye on them as he sits down to take off his shoes and socks. "No funny business, Preston. I know very well how irresistible Kate can be."

Preston smirks at him, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I promise to keep my hands to myself, sir."

"Good."

After Drake disappears into the bathroom, Preston breathes a sigh of relief, relaxing a little. "Is he always like this?"

Kate grins at the bodyguard, leading him further into the room. "Drake's complicated."

She sits down on the end of the bed and he settles down into the comfortable armchair opposite.

"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

Kate shrugs, crossing her legs and arranging her skirt around her knees. "You can ask."

"What's it like to be married to a guy like him?"

"It's interesting, sometimes infuriating, definitely intense, and absolutely incredible."

Preston chuckles, "That's a lot of 'I' words to describe someone."

Kate glances toward the bathroom, wondering how much Drake can overhear.

"Trust me, Drake's the whole alphabet. The only drawback is that he just won't shut up about his feelings."

Preston chuckles again, "Good one. I know I have some 'a' words to describe him too. But I'll keep those to myself."

Kate nods, "Considering that he's your boss, I think that's smart. I want to apologize again for hurting you. I was afraid if I hadn't stopped things that Drake might have hurt you worse."

Preston looks down at his lap, "You could have just slapped my face again."

"Yeah, I know. So are you still sore?"

Preston leans forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees, "A little tender, there will probably be bruising tomorrow, but not my first time taking a hit to the groin."

Kate appraises him over again, lifting her eyebrow, "So you've gotten handsy with an unwilling date before? You don't strike me as that kind of guy, Preston."

He shakes his head, "Nah, nah. I've just been dumb enough to play backyard sports without a cup."

Drake returns from the bathroom, "Oh yeah? What kind of sports did you play?"

Kate interrupts before Preston can answer, "Don't tell me you two would rather discuss sports, than play with me. If so, I'll just send Preston back to his room and you two can chitchat on the drive home tomorrow."

Drake shakes his head, placing his hands on his hips, "No, after all the trouble I went through to get him here, I'd rather see what kind of play you have in mind."

Kate glances between her two men with a smile, "Before we play we need to set some rules."

"Ok," Preston says, sitting back in his chair.

Drake nods, "But, don't forget about my stipulation that I brought up earlier."

"Which is?" Preston wants to know.

Kate sighs giving Preston an apologetic look, "Drake insisted that no part of you was allowed inside of any part of me."

Preston frowns, "That kind of reduces any sort of fun for me in this situation doesn't it?"

Drake folds his arms across his chest, "Well yeah, sorry to burst your bubble but I'm just trying to protect my marital relationship here. I don't want this, whatever it turns out to be, jeopardizing my marriage by turning into some future affair between you two."

"You know I'm the one who is supposed to be in charge here right? One night of fun isn't going to ruin anything. Trust me, Drake." Kate insists. "We've already been over this."

Preston digs into the pocket of his trousers, pulling out a foil condom packet, "And if you're that worried about what might happen in the heat of the moment, I did bring protection."

"See? There you go, Drake. He came prepared. Now let's get this party started. And as the Duchess in Charge, I am deciding our party games."

"Sexual party games, seriously?" Drake grumbles, rolling his eyes.

Kate gets up from the bed, "Oh come on, Mr. Crankypants. I know you'll enjoy them, and besides I'll be explaining how we play each game as we go."

"Mr. Crankypants. I bet you were a barrel of laughs at birthday parties when you were a kid," Preston laughs.

Drake shoots him an angry glare, and Preston smirks back at him, "Speaking of name calling, that brings up an issue. If she's directing the action, I need to know how I'm supposed to acknowledge you both. In my job I use, 'Your Grace, Sir, and Ma'am.' And I don't know if that works here, considering how intimate we're all about to be."

Drake breathes an annoyed sigh, jabbing his thumb in Preston's direction as he addresses his wife, "If I hear him saying your name in any sort of passionate or seductive way I'm seriously going to lose it. I'll kill him with my bare hands."

"Ok, fine. To safeguard Preston's life, and my husband's precious ego, I'll allow Preston to call me 'K'. Is that neutral enough?"

Drake nods and so does Preston.

"And so he'll be 'D' then?"

Kate shrugs, "Works for me, but I'm still using both your proper names."

Drake folds his arms, "Ok, so what's happening first?"

"We undress of course, and I'm hoping neither of you are shy. Because I want you and Preston to undress each other. But I want everyone to keep their underoos on for now."

Drake sticks his hand in his pocket, grabbing a handful of Kate's panties. "Um, but you aren't wearing yours."

Preston swallows, "Sh..she's not?"

Drake pulls the lacy undergarment out of his pocket, "Nope. I took these off of her earlier."

Kate holds her hand out, "I'll take them back now."

He dangles them off his finger and then drops them into her hand. "So who is the lucky guy that gets to put them back on you?"

"The first guy down to his underwear gets to slide mine back on, but here's the catch, the other guy gets to take my dress off of me," Kate says with a grin.

Preston pushes himself up out of the chair, an amused twinkle in his eye and a smile tugging at his mouth, "So one of us gets to touch you from the top down, while the other gets to touch you from the bottom up? I like how you play games K. Fun for everybody."

Drake steps forward to place his hand on Preston's arm, "Curb your enthusiasm there, cowboy."

Preston shakes his arm out of Drake's grasp. "If you're gonna get grabby then help me out of my clothes, D."

Drake turns to face Preston, staring him down as he untucked his dress shirt. The olive that Kate threw at him earlier falls out and bounces off Preston's foot. He looks down, "Is that an olive?"

"Don't ask," Drake mutters, undoing the buttons on the cuff of his sleeve, "I'm gonna help you out here, since you're dressed a lot more casually than I am."

Preston laughs, grabbing Drake by the sleeve to stop him from undressing further, "Hey, stop cheating. I'm supposed to do that for you."

Drake looks down at Preston's simple t-shirt and dress pants, and sees that he isn't wearing a belt. Damn, I want to be the one putting her panties on. Maybe if I take my time he'll get me down to my underwear first. Shit, that means he gets to touch her first. Damn you Kate. You're determined to piss me off with these party games.

Kate twirls her panties around her finger, "Come on you two, get with the baring of skin already. Don't make me take this dress off myself."

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Drake mutters, as he undoes the button on Preston's dress pants and then plucks at the fabric of his shirt to untuck it.

"Watch it there, D... I'm ticklish," Preston smirks as he works on the last two buttons of Drake's shirt.

"Shut up, Preston," Drake grumbles, as he hears Kate giggle.

"I didn't know watching two guys undress could be so entertaining. Keep going."

Preston undoes Drake's belt and dress pants next, staring him in the eye as he pulls down the zipper. "Lemme guess, your underwear are black too."

With a frown, Drake brushes Preston's hands aside. "Hands up, Meathead. I'm gonna pull up your shirt."

Preston's protest is muffled by Drake's yanking of his shirt up toward his head. "Hey, the name calling isn't necessary. And ouch, you pinched me."

Drake makes sure to mess up Preston's hair as he tugs the shirt off of him and tosses it aside.

"Hah, you're just jealous of my hair," Preston laughs as he brushes his back into place with his fingers.

Drake barks back, "Hardly, and your mustache looks ridiculous."

Preston shrugs, "Whatever you say, babyface."

"Hey! I'm fully capable of growing whatever beard I want. I just chose to shave before my date, and get a haircut. I..I wanted to look good for Kate," Drake argues, catching his wife's eye briefly, and then squaring off in front of his bodyguard again.

"No arguments here, Honey, but you're still overdressed. Preston, be a dear and even the playing field by taking off my husband's shirt. Then you'll see he has no trouble in the hair department."

Preston unbuttons the cuff on Drake's other sleeve and then peels back his shirt, letting it slide down his arms to the floor. Drake places his hands on his hips. The motion, combined with

the weight of his belt and the phone in his pocket makes his dress pants fall down around his ankles. "Whoops, looks like I'm down to my underwear first."

Preston turns toward Kate, "He did that on purpose."

While Drake steps out of his pants, Kate shrugs and tosses her panties at him. "Here you go."

Drake tucks the edge of the lacy waistband into his mouth, mumbling as he relieves Preston of his pants, shoving them down over his ass. "There..ffinsh the rest of tht yrself."

Slipping Kate's panties over his wrist, Drake steps over to his wife. "Before I hand you off to him, and I'm forced to watch as he strips you naked, I want something first."

Kate licks her lips as he reaches up to cup her face in his hands, tilting her head back. "Oh, and what's that?"

As he leans in for a kiss the firm pressure of his mouth against hers almost hurts, making her whimper. He was determined to remind her that no matter how Preston touched her, he was the most important man in her life. When he finally pulls back, her lips are tingling.

He whispers a soft apology against her cheek when he sees her pained expression, "I'm sorry. Just please promise me something."

"What?" She whispers back, as he leans his forehead against hers, softly stroking her cheeks with his thumbs.

"Make sure he asks your permission before he touches you anywhere. If he's rough with you in any way I'll never forgive myself."

Stepping back, he sees her nod. "Okay," she whispers.

Turning away he glares at Preston, "She's all yours, but I'm warning you that I'm watching your every move. If I see your hands treating her with anything but the greatest of respect, I'll break your fingers and then I'll break your face. Understood?"

Preston nods, "Yes, understood. I promise to be as gentle as possible."

"Good. Oh and Preston?"

"Yeah?" He asks, as he steps out of his pants. His heart threatened to burst out of his chest, it was pounding so hard.

"Make sure she enjoys every second of it."

…

Drake's underwear weren't black afterall, they were blue. Preston's were grey. Kate's were black silk and lace. Drake was currently running them through his hands, and occasionally wrapping them around his fist. He watched Preston approach Kate, hoping he'd chicken out, or at least trip and fall on his big mustached face. His feet were big enough, but no such bad luck. Staring at Preston's back, with its broad shoulders and defined muscles made him feel small. Glancing down at the other man's large hands, he felt an ache in his gut over the thought of them being capable of touching Kate with tenderness. The way Kate's eyes traveled over Preston as he smiled at her, made Drake feel sick. He didn't want to watch Preston undress his wife, but at the same time he couldn't look away. He knew the satiny fabric of her dress wouldn't need much encouragement to slide down off of her, and after being tempted all evening by how great she'd looked in it; he was just as eager as Preston to see her naked.

Kate sized up Preston as he stood before her. Physically he wasn't much taller than Drake, barely an inch, but his posture was straighter. He seemed to tower over Kate, and her line of sight was mostly filled by the wall of his chest covered nipple to nipple by a golden mat of curly chest hair. When she looked up, his lip curled upward in a smirk, making his mustache twitch.

"I'm going to touch you Preston, are you okay with that?"

He sucks in a nervous breath and nods, "If it means I get to touch you back, then go right ahead."

Kate tries not to focus on the significant bulge in his underwear as she looks down, but it wasn't easy. She wasn't going to touch him there, not yet. She starts by stroking her fingers slowly up his arms beginning at his wrists. His fingers twitch, and she can't help noticing his chest rising and falling as his rate of breathing increases.

"If you're affected this badly when I touch your arms, then what's going to happen if I touch you somewhere else?"

"I..I..don't know."

The amount of meat on his limbs was slightly more than Drake's but it was definitely more muscle than fat. Kate knew Drake's measurements off by heart because she helped him pick out his suits. If Preston were to put on Drake's clothes by accident, one flex of his muscles would split the seams.

When Kate's hands make there way up to rest on his shoulders, his hands are still hanging by his sides. She pouts up at him and the desire in his eyes as he gazes back is obvious.

"What's the matter Preston, don't you want me?" Kate asks, lowering her lashes and then slowly looking up to search his face.

His eyes widen momentarily in surprise at the unexpected seduction she was laying on him, "Is that a trick question?"

"No."

"You're either trying to kill me, or get me killed, asking me something like that."

"Well, answer the question."

Continues here ..>

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