#but the men...it was like 'ma'am for one dollar name a man!'

[snowmiserboio]

Im about to fucking lose it

schultz wasn't playing with the lives of django or broomhilda you fucking moron, this, THIS is how you should know that lily understand fuck all about media literacy. throughout the movie its made clear that schultz is repulsed by slavery as a whole, which includes the traders and owners, hell his first scene in the movie is shooting one slave trader in the head, before legally purchasing django to track down the brittle brothers(he later makes django a deal for his freedom because he doesnt know what the brittle brother looks like but django does, but it all sorta works out perfectly for django since, he fucking hates the brittle brothers. so not only does he get to kill the men who hurt his wife and humiliated him while he begged them not to whip her, he gets his freedom, and he gets 75 dollars for killing them, roughly 3'000 dollars in todays value) he then gives the other slaves the keys to their shackles, advises them to either A. help the remaining speck brother, the man keeping them in chains to the nearest doctor, which is 37 miles back the way they came, or shoot speck, bury him and his brother and then make their way to the north

at every opportunity to kill slavers schultz takes it because he despises the lot fiercely, hell in the very scene your using for a screenshot schultz is rather upset, not because calvin candie outsmarted him and got him to pay 12'000 dollars for broomhilda, 460,302.44 by todays value. he was upset thinking about the gruesome death of a slave he saw riding into candy land earlier that day,  D'Artagnan, the man was quite literally fed to the dogs. he wasnt originally going to kill candie, he wanted to get broomhilda her papers so she can legally be free with django, and the moment he got them he tried to rush the two out of the house(he briefly mentions to candie what Alexandre Dumas would've thought of D'Artagnan being fed to the dogs, considering he named his slave after one of the three musketeers, which dumas wrote)candie then forces schultz to shake his hand to complete the deal, which schultz doesnt want to do, he finds the bastard vile and disgusting, for good reason too. eventually he becomes so fed up with this that he shoots calvin candie in the heart with his hidden gun, his last words were him apologizing to django for shooting the man "Im sorry I couldn't resist"

schultz didnt play or gamble with djangos or broomhildas live to feed his own ego, he felt personally responsible for django after giving him his freedom and even agreed to help him find his wife. he sacrificed his own pride at candyland when calvin discovered why they were really there. and his last moments he spent it not sulking or pouting about his own damaged ego, he spent it thinking about a man he barely knew dying, and was disgusted by how cruel candyland and the man who owns candy land truly is.

had candie not pushed it, schultz would've been walking out of that plantation house unharmed with django and broomhilda in tow.

normally I would say "Auf wiedersehen," but since what "auf wiedersehen" actually means is "'till I see you again", and since I never wish to see you again, to you, ma'am, I say goodbye!

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

What's Your Name?

kai anderson x female reader part 1.

content: slight smut at the beginning, unprotected sex, pregnancy, no relationship, swearing, second person.

"Ugh!" You moan as this random sexy long blue haired man bounces you up and down in a standing fuck in the gym showers.

The two of you were bound to be seen, but hadn't cared. You were having vicious sex in the men's locker room at your gym with some random guy you'd probably never see again. What's so harmful in that?

Coming down from your highs with heavy breaths and he puts you down, you gathering your clothing and quickly putting it on. But you look back to the man who still stands in the shower, looking down at the mess on the floor from our many rounds.

He looks at you with a confused expression. "Hey, I'll clean this. You just go 'fore you get banned from this place for bein' in here."

"Thanks." Was the last thing you'd said to him.

The next two weeks and you'd basically forgotten about it all. Getting back to working at the bakery and your regular gym schedule, where you'd see that man and that'd be the only reminder of what the two of you had done.

Impeccable urges to do it again, the constant crave for him was getting worse and worse and you didn't know why.

Stomach pains started after about two and a half weeks. Disturbing stomach pains, that felt vulgar and made you have to puke.

Corner store, or the drug store, was your hope to find out what was wrong. Not only did you pick up a drug test but a pregnancy test too.

Paying for them wasn't going to happen. They were ten dollars a piece, nevermind the embarrassment of walking up there with both those tests. You'd look like a lunatic.

But, theft was easy for you, you'd always been good at it since your first time stealing chapstick when you were only five. It was something you were good at.

That, and black mailing people into buying you drugs when you were too young to buy them yourself.

Eleven, is how old you were the first time you'd asked a man outside of the drug store to buy you cigarettes.

"My papa's dyin' at home, he couldn't come himself. Please sir, just a pack?"

"Why isn't your mom gettin' em?" He'd ask.

"My mom is dead, sir. If my dad dies a slow painful death with no cigarettes, I'll hold you accountable, sir. Reasonable for my lonesomeness when I get put into the system with no parents left."

Mom and you were close, in fact. Your mother was not dead, and your dad was not sick. You just wanted cigarettes.

You were never a good kid, and you never wanted to be.

Leaving that store with the tests in your purse made you feel alive again. Like your younger self. Hating your younger self was easy until you felt that ecstasy she had felt, once again. You'd almost forgot what that felt like.

When the pregnancy test came out positive, you didn't know what to do. Along the fact that the only positive on your drug test was nicotine.

"Fuck!" You scream out and put your hands on your knees that are raised to your chest as you sit on your bed, beginning to cry.

Not knowing this man turned to having his child growing inside of you at the very moment.

"What do I do.." Thoughts did nothing to soothe your worries.

Your stomach was turning, and you had to vomit. You run to the bathroom and do so before looking at yourself in the mirror, touching your stomach.

"Fuck! You idiot!" You'd scream at yourself in the mirror and slam your hands on the sink in your bathroom.

..

The next day, you went to the gym. "Hey, where's that man? The one with the blue hair." You ask his trainer.

"He shouldn't be here for another twenty minutes ma'am. Why?" He responds.

Sighing and rubbing your temples, "I need to talk to him. In private so when he gets here can you please tell him to go to the locker room.?"

He nods with a concerned expression on his face and you walk off to the men's locker room, sitting on some bench. You stare at the positive test and your hands start to shake. You couldn't believe this was happening.

I mean, you hadn't even known the guy's name.

20 minutes felt like 20 hours while waiting for him to get there.

"What? You want round two or somethin'?" The man says with that smug expression. "If you are, I'm all for it, baby."

"What's your name?" You ask, standing up when he gets close enough to feel his hot breath hit your face.

His face morphs to be emotionless. "Kai. And you are..?"

"Y/n. Kai, we need to talk."

"About what?" Kai asks, placing his hands on his hips with a confused expression.

Taking the test out of your back pocket and handing it to him.

The silence as he holds it and stares at it is killing you.

"You're not doin' so much talkin' for someone who 'needs to talk to me'." He sighs and holds the test up to your face. "What's this mean, mama?"

Hands shaking, and you sit down, leading him to bring himself down to one knee to bring himself eye level with you.

Nothing to say came to mind. His calmness stunned you.

"Here's my full name, and my number. Please, call me so we can arrange a doctor's appointment." You hand Kai a piece of paper that says said information on it.

Watching him lick his lips as he looks at you, then he stands up.

Kai stares for a moment, before turning around and walking away without a word.

That was honestly less painful than you thought it'd be.

But, again, you didn't know who Kai even was. You just had his kid growing in you without having any idea what you're going to do.

[sunshinetemptress93]

Behind The Mask

A Harry Styles one shot

Welcome to Behind The Mask! A one shot for the new year thanks to two amazing friends who cooked up the idea. This will have smut, obviously, but nothing too harsh that I think would need a trigger warning. There's some hair pulling and pinning down but that's it.

Hope you enjoy!

*****

"Large cappuccino with 2% for Mary!" My tiny voice isn't heard for the third time calling out another order that's been ready for 10 minutes. I try and peer around the mass of people standing at the counter, frustrated that this cup of coffee is getting cold. "Hello! Mary!? Large cap-"

"Mine." A middle aged woman pushes through the bodies in front of me and snags her red paper coffee cup. "Have a nice day."I grumble under my breath.

Another day covered in milk splatter, Carmel syrup, and coffee grinds is how I spend my Sunday morning at Urban Bean coffee shop. I feel like I live in this building for how often I work, but I don't really mind it. It's not exactly my dream job, but until I finish my masters degree in biomedical engineering, serving grumpy middled aged stock brokers and socialites from the upper west side is my life six days a week.

I knew the big move to New York was going to be tough but with my best friend Davina by my side, i wasn't scared in the slightest. She made sure to show me the ropes once I landed on her doorstep that hot June evening; she was my savior in more ways than one. Helping me blossom after a bad breakup with my ex, graduating college with nothing but 20 bucks in my pocket and a need to escape Georgia, Davina took me under her wing without hesitation.

Six months in and I felt a little more in the groove of the big city life, and with 3 weeks off of school, I was really getting to know my new home. Spending lots of time in museums, reading poetry in the park, and finally mastering the subway system, I was almost passing as a native New Yorker.

Well, in my head at least I was. That was until I opened my mouth and the Georgia southern drawl and incessant need to call everyone ma'am and sir no matter their age gave me away.

"S'cuse me." A man's deep voice laced with a British accent breaks me from my inner thoughts. He stood across from the counter in a very expensive looking red wool sweater and brown corduroy trousers. His crystal clear green eyes pierced through me, softened with kindness. "Sorry, yes what can I get you!" He smiled at me when I acknowledged him which is a rarity in this city. "Can I just have a coffee?"

"Any cream or sugar?"

"No thank you."

I nod and plug in his order. "that'll be $.6.25." The man hands me a 20 dollar bill so I open the till to get him his change. He raises his hand and shakes his head, a curl falling forward and into his eyes. "I don't need any change."

Wow. No one ever tips. Especially more than 2 bucks.

"Thank ya sir!" I set the change into the tip jar next to the register. "Itll be a few minutes."

"No worries, I'm in no hurry, love."

It was strange having someone speak more than 4 words to me here, that north east attitude not being a myth here. But of course by his accent, he is not from here. Preparing a few other beverages ahead of his, I hand them off to the other patrons. It's strange, but I could feel his eyes watching me the whole time. It didn't make me uncomfortable though, a nice change of pace from the predatory gazes I get from most men.

Finally getting to his, I pour from a fresh pot into our signature red paper cups and cover it with a lid. Turning back around, he was still standing at the counter, "here ya go!" He takes the cup from my grip, fingers grazing my own. I notice his fingers adorned with a slew of rings; a gorgeous gold lion head and one with what looked to be a bird, a robin I think. They looked expensive. He must come from money.

He didn't act like some of the other guys that looked well off that were around his age, but I wasn't complaining. "Thank you..." his eyes cast down at my name tag, "Iris. Pretty name."

My cheeks felt warm at his words, "um thank you! Have a great day!"

His gaze stayed on me longer than I expected, inspecting me almost. "See you 'round, Iris." The mystery man turns on his heels and saunters out of the coffee shop leaving me feeling stunned by his beauty. People seemed to step aside as me walked past, creating his pathway to the exit. He had a precise that was impossible to ignore. He exits the double glass doors and turns, locks eyes with me once more and winks.

He was beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking.

"Um hello??" A nasally voice cuts through. "Where is my latte!"

Jesus, Mary and Joseph...

"Comin' right up sir."

*****

"Iris!!!" The front door clicks open and is slammed shut as Davina hollers from the doorway, excitement ringing through. "Come here!"

I close my book, climb off my bed, and pad down the hallway. "Yes, dear?" Standing in the kitchen she was clutching a small black card in her hand, bouncing up and down on her heels. "Get dressed. We're going shopping."  

"Whyyy?" I ask skeptically.

"Becauseeee..." she races over to me smiling from ear to ear. "We need to find an outfit for the most prestigious party of the year."

Panic sets in. I was not one for parties. I also wasn't one for socializing unless it's absolutely required, like a birthday party or second cousins wedding which I still didn't always enjoy, but I would attend out of obligation. I love my alone time with a good book, curled up in my room with my fur baby Luna, listening to my favorite indie playlist in peace. I couldn't stop the groan that escapes my lips. I lean against the edge of the counter and sigh, "Davina I wanted to stay in! You know, pajamas and movies with you and Luna." Anxiety builds inside of my chest at the thought of some wild party with a hundred strangers.

She rolls her eyes, "Iris come on, you've been here for six months and haven't been out hardly at all."

Davina was much more into the night life than i ever was. When we met in college, she was the one out all night making wild memories with her sorority sisters while I had my butt planted in the library as often as i could. Don't get me wrong, I did have some experiences while in college, but a wild night out was never my thing. Being the last of five kids, I was raised with traditional values and lots of rules, so branching out and navigating life outside of what my parents taught me was not an option while living under their roof. My entire adolescent life consisted of church every Sunday, no dating, and god forbid I try and wear make up that made me look like... wait, how did my father put it? A trashy whore? 

Yeah, that sounds right. 

I went into college like a scared little bird that was shoved out of the nest when they weren't ready, stumbling around not having a clue what direction was up, waiting to be picked off. It was a game of survival of the fittest and I was the weakest of prey.

The massive adjustment period I went through learning who I was outside of the box of conservative ideals I was born into wasn't the easiest. I'd always been the one who didn't want to conform to the idea set in place that women go to college for one thing and one thing only: to find a husband. I wanted more from life. I craved knowledge and growth, and my parents were disappointed to say the least when they discovered I wasn't going to marry my boyfriend fresh out of college. They adored him, probably more than me, but little did they know he was the farthest thing from a gentleman.

Then I met Davina in an advance statistics class my freshman year. She was the kind of big sister I truly needed. She always looked out for me and taught me how to stand up for what i deserved. She pushed me to find out who I was outside of the only version of myself I knew at the time.

"Iris, I want you to experience New York the right way! Stay out all night, drink too much champagne, make out with a hot guy! You're 24 years old, now start living like you are." Davina twirled the end of her curls around her perfectly manicured seafoam green nails. "I'm not taking no for an answer." She states.

Well shit.

"So... what's the hype." I sigh in defeat.

Her coffee colored eyes light up immediately. "Every New Year's Eve there's a strict invite only shindig thrown for people in the entertainment industry. Working in PR, there's always a chance our agency is selected. The person who throws it never reveals themselves, but it's the most anticipated event of the year. I found the invitation on my desk today and you're going to be my plus one. Pleeeease?"

Picking at cuticles I contemplate my options: do I finally let loose and have a true blue New Year's Eve with my best friend or do I hold up in the apartment and hide away from whatever was out there waiting for me? Her brown eyes beg silently until I finally decide to cave. I can't say no to Davina when she begs like a toddler who wants one more cookie before dinner.

"Ok. I'll go."

she places the card down on the counter top and grabs my hand, "thank you thank you! Now let's get you out of your house slippers, put on your happy face, and let's go find something hot to wear."

*****

Shopping sucks ass, I've never been a fan. With too many options that cost too much money it was such a deterrent, and yet when i walked into that little boutique and my eyes landed on the most beautiful dress to wear, I was done for. A slinky chain mail mini dress that settled at the top of my thighs, perfect for whatever tonight was going to bring. It was the only one on the rack, it was my size, and it was on sale.

It was as if it was made for me for this exact night. I knew right then and there it was fate.

Touching up the last of my hair with the flat iron, Davina saunters into my bathroom in the hottest outfit I'd ever seen her in. Adorned in head to toe white glittery trousers, a matching blazer, and a sequined bra top underneath that complimented her figure perfectly.

She eyes me up and down and smirks, "we are so going to be the hottest two there tonight."

"You're absolutely right." Running my hands through my straightened locks, I assess how I looked. I felt hot.

Davina insisted on scattered little stars across my left cheekbone and around my eye for the final touch, which seemed unnecessary since this was a masquerade themed party, but what Davina says goes.

"You'll be removing your mask anyways at midnight, so it'll just add some extra pizzazz!" Davina pinches my cheek and taps the tip of my nose. "You about ready?"

"'Mhm!" I grab my lip gloss and my black mask adorned with beads and feathers. "Let's get this party started!"

An Uber waited for us downstairs so we race out of our apartment hand in hand ready to paint the town.

Davinas words, not mine. She's quite eccentric, and she was determined to make this night one to remember.

The ride was long, about an hour from our apartment far away from the major city lights and chaos that New Year's Eve brings. Turning down a narrow dirt road, a vacant building appears ahead. Large empty spaces where windows once stood illuminated in hues of blue and purple lights. The closer we got, the more apparent the jagged pieces of glass around the frames became. The perimeter was bordered with dilapidated wire fencing like this place had been abandoned for decades. It gave me the creeps. "D, if you get me murdered out here I swear to god-"

A huff leaves her, "Iris, take a Prozac and calm down."

I shove her shoulder playfully, "I don't take Prozac.... I take Lexapro and not enough anti anxiety meds in the world will make me calm right now."

"I promise it's going to be incredible. I went to the one last year and when I tell you it was the best night of my life," Davina fans herself and whistles. Always with the theatrics. "just trust me."

The car comes to a bumpy halt and thrown into park. "You ladies have fun and be safe!"

"Thanks again!" Davina hollers as we stumble out of the back seat onto the gravel road. Wearing stilettos was probably not very practical out here but hey, you live and you learn. "Don't break an ankle tonight, got it?" Davina teases.

"Oh fuck off!" I scoff.

The air was icy and the wind was wild, a typical New York winter night. Goosebumps covered my exposed flesh so we race up to what looks to be the front door, large dark gray steel being the main barrier between me and a wild night. The music was booming so loud the metal was making the slightest rattling sound. Before I could utter a word, it creaks open sinisterly slow and a tall blonde woman in a tight green velvet dress slips out. "Welcome." Her voice was low and sultry. "Please put on your masks."

Davina and I simultaneously tie our masks across our eyes, adding to the veil of mystery and suspense.

The woman shines a satisfying smile, "enjoy the night and don't forget, those masks do not come off until midnight." She pushes the door open a few feet more and gestures her slender arm inward allowing us entry. The warehouse was illuminated with flashing colorful lights painting the 32 foot concrete walls. There were multiple levels to the inside of this place, covered in the most elaborate decor. Acrobats hung from enormous hoops, contorting their bodies in the most fascinating shapes. Fire eaters were entertaining a group of onlookers on the main stage and house music bass rattling the inside of my chest.

The safety of my mask made me feel more confident in such a foreign place, bringing out a side I didn't know I had buried deep inside. I was enthralled with the visuals around me. I can't believe I almost said no. It made me feel free.

A man in full tuxedo garb approached us with a tray of champagne flutes, offering two to us. Alcohol was flowing, bodies grinding, and the air felt heavy in the best way.

"This is incredible." I mutter.

Davina leans over and pecks me on the cheek, "I told you lovey. Now let's go party."

*****

I'd never experienced anything like this before in my life, and I think I'm addicted to it. My anxiety was gone completely as the hours ticked by, three glasses of champagne will have that effect.

Propping myself against the bar, I waited for the bartender's attention when a presence next to me makes itself known. "Having fun?"

"M'sorry?" Turning to my left a stoic gentleman dressed in a deep green suit with a lighter green satin button down underneath was standing incredibly close to me. "I asked If you're having fun." His mask was matte black; simple, stylish, but covered almost his entire face. He was unrecognizable. His voice sounded relatively familiar, but i could barely recall where I'd heard it before. I cleared my throat, "um yeah i am! This is the coolest party I've ever been to." The man shoots me a soft smile, "good. M'glad. What are you drinking?"

"Vodka cran."

He nods and leans over the bar grabbing a bottle of vodka and a glass. "Um I don't think you're supposed to do that." I state. Pouring a shot, he places the bottle down on the shiny black bar top and proceeds to find a bottle of cranberry juice. "Don't worry, Chase won't mind." He seemed... too comfortable doing this right now.

Sliding my fresh drink to my waiting hand, I thank him. His gaze scans my mask, then down the length of my body. He goes to say something when another body next to me knocks into my back, spilling some of my drink. "Hey!" I scold. Turning around I'm met with a man who's barely able to stand up on his own two feet. His gaze lingers on my breast and he smirks. "Sorry hot stuff... you here with anyone? Because I could keep you company if you need." He slurs. He reeked of tequila, musty cologne, and smoke.

"Umm." My words fail me. Typical.

He was making me uncomfortable with the closer he got. "I'm sorry... I-"

"Hey mate, back off alright?" The mystery man who poured my drink stands next to me, hand laying gently on my shoulder. "She's with me." His voice was firm. Not possessive, but territorial, "you can go now."

The drunk raises his hands in surrender, "Sorry. I didn't know." He takes a few steps back and disappears into the crowd. I turn up and look at my knight in shining armor. "Thanks, you didn't have to do that."

He shrugs, "seemed like you needed some assistance there. And..." he points his finger past me, "I was not leaving you with that guy. Seemed like a situation that could have easily gone wrong."

I let out a sigh of relief, "You're right about that. Why do men have to be like that?"

"It's a shame. Men like that give the rest of us a bad reputation."

"Well you're my savior tonight." I smile at him and he smiles back. "Wanna grab a seat?" He asks.

"Sure thing." He takes my hand and leads me to a section of velvet red couches, secluded a tad from the mass of people raging around us. He guides me to sit down first and then he nestled in next to me. Not too close, but not too far. He was sort of cautious with his movements, like they were thought out meticulously.

"So what's your name? What brings you here?" He asks.

Twirling the straw in my glass I hum, "I thought this party was all about mystery?"

He chuckles under his breath, "Well since it's my party, I think I'm allowed to break the rules a tad."

My heart was pounding, my hands became sweaty around my cold glass. Whoever this was, he's important enough to have these infamous parties and still remain anonymous.

"We'll just use fake names to keep some mystery. How's that sound?" He presses.

"Ummm. Sure. I'll be...Eloise." I extend my hand to shake his and he follows suit. I'll be...Gary."

Without giving too much of himself away, he let it be known he's involved in the music business. Producing, writing, performing, even has his own label that he refused to tell me the name of.

Damn anonymity.

I was so curious about him, but I know this would be all I'd get. At least he was kind and from what I could tell from his physique quite attractive. He had an energy about him that felt safe, unlike most of the men in attendance who jump right into gross comments about my body and unwanted touch. He never crossed a line with me without invitation. The ball was in my court the whole time.

He gave me his undivided attention when I spoke, and as the night went on, we got more comfortable with each other. His finger traced circles on my arm slung over the back of the couch sending shockwaves through my body with each drag. The longer I sat here, the more I desperately wanted to know who he was.

Before we knew it, a giant screen rolled down from the ceiling with a clock ticking down to midnight. 1 minute appeared above us and everyone began to cheer. Gary looks up for a moment and back down at me, licking his lips. "1 minute." He murmurs. "Think you'll still find me interesting once the masks are removed?"

I quirk my lips to the side, pretending to have to think about it. "Hmmm I dunno. I mean that's part of the appeal right? Once the mask is off the fun kind of ends."

He leans forward and lowers his lips to my ear, "the fun can definitely continue, love, if you want it to."

Recognition slaps me in the face and I pull back from him. "Wait." I stutter.

Panic flashes across his eyes, "M'sorry I didn't mean to-"

I wave my hands at him, letting him know it wasn't what he was insinuating. "No, no it's not that! It's just... I think we've met before? The coffee shop?"

His mouth falls open in shock, "Wait... today?"

I nod nervously.

He unties the back of his mask and pulls it down slowly. Once fully out of the way, my stomach drops. "Oh my goodness." I couldn't believe it. Of all the people I meet tonight, it's the gorgeous man that stood before me 12 hours ago. "Iris, wasn't it?" He asks, voice raising an octave .

I smile and pull off the ties of my own mask. "You are correct. Now what's your real name so this can feel less weird?" I laugh.

"Harry. The names Harry." His smile widened as he spoke, "I can't believe this."

"Neither can I!"

10... 9... 8...

The two of us stare at one another completely dumbfounded at the chances of the two of us crossing paths a second time in one day.

7... 6... 5...

"My offer still stands. Wanna get outta here?"

4... 3... 2...

"Yes." I answer without hesitation.

1! Happy new year!!

Confetti explodes from the ceiling and cascades all around us, covering us both in shiny pieces of glistening silver. The pyrotechnics on the main stage light up the vast space making it easier to see him now, and holy moly was he even more beautiful in this setting than before. He leans forward at the same time as me, our lips connecting without hesitation. He tasted of mint and whiskey, lips soft and supple. The kiss was brief, but heavenly. I break from him for a second knowing I'll want to devour him right here on this couch if we continued.

Harry's eyes land on my lips, tucking his own bottom one between his teeth. "Let's get outta here."

*****

I made sure to find Davina before leaving with Harry, letting her know I'd keep my location on and get home safely. She praised my willingness to go home with some random guy telling me how proud she was. Funny thing to be proud of but hey, she wanted me to have a proper New Year's Eve and this was apparently the way to do it.

Harry had a car drive us back to the city, a silver Escalade with blackout windows, blocking us from the outside world. He had a very hard time keeping his hands to himself but I was definitely ok with it. I found myself strangling his lap, making out heavily with no concern for the driver. I'd never done anything like this before, but it was thrilling. Harry's large hands stayed on my hips, ever so gently rubbing his thumbs on my hip bones.

The driver clears his throat to get his attention, "Mr. Styles, we're here." Harry pats the side of my leg to stop my attack on his neck. "Hey, let's go inside." He whispers.

With the car now no longer moving, realization of how uncomfortable this driver must feel right now hits me. "Ohh umm ok, sorry." I giggle.

Harry shakes his head and pinches my side. "Don't worry about it."

I swing my legs off Harry's lap and climb out of the car. He thanks the man and says goodbye before walking me up the stone steps to the front door of a gorgeous brownstone that took my breath away. He leads me up the steps, unlocks his door, and enters behind me. Shutting the door and securing the lock, Harry grips my wrist and spins me around. I gasp when I collide with his heaving chest, pupils dilated fully. "Now..." his index finger trails down my throat. "Where were we?"

He connects our lips once more with a sense of urgency. His tongue grazes my top lip and slides between them, a whiny moan escaping me. With my hands on his chest, I begin to unbutton the rest of his dress shirt. Harry walks backwards into the house towards the living room, shrugging off his jacket and shirt in one swift move, never separating his mouth from mine. I couldn't help but glance at his physique that was now on full display, clenching my thighs together at the site. His body was decorated with blank ink, abs so defined you'd think he was hand sculpted by Michelangelo himself. "Fuck.." I utter under my breath.

His hands grip my dress in handfuls, humming to himself. "Think you need to get more comfortable, darling." His fingers tug at the hem of my dress, so I raise my arms for him to pull it over my head. It lands on his hardwood floors with a thud and clink, leaving me in just my dark green satin thong. I cross my arms over my bare chest out of habit, but Harry's hands settle on my forearms. "No need to hide, Iris" he utters. He kisses my lips once, my left cheek twice, then my right. "Embrace your beauty. Let me admire it." I pull my bottom lip between my teeth nervously and lower my arms to his hips.

His mouth travels down my jawline and sucks slightly at my throat. "Fuckin' perfection." He moans.

Allowing him to take full control, he lays me down on the sectional, slotting his knee between my legs. The sexual tension building was becoming painfully unbearable. My hands travel to his belt and undo it as fast as possible. Harry kicks them off and onto the floor, the outline of his erection visible beneath his underwear. Hovering above me once more I pull his hips down to connect with my core. I desperately needed relief from the teasing in the back of the car.

If I didn't get fucked soon I was going to explode.

My hips roll against his cock, a moan vibrating against my mouth. Harry's hands find their way down my stomach and between my legs where I needed him most. The pads of his fingers run over the material of my thong making me shudder. "Mmm you're soaked already, I've barely touched you."

His hand pulls my thong to the side to gain better access to my clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure with his index and middle finger around my most sensitive bundle of nerves. I cry out in pleasure, head thrown back in bliss. His fingers sink into me to stretch me out and curl just right, that all too familiar knot forming quicker than I expected. Harry lowers his head down to my left breast and flicks his tongue over my hardened nipple over and over again. He knew exactly what he was doing because in a matter of minutes, the bubble in my tummy was about to burst. The way my body reacted to just his hands, I couldn't wait for what was in store. A string of curse words fall from my lips needing to come so badly, but Harry had other plans. He pulls his fingers out of me quickly, making my gasp at the loss of fullness. I furrowed my brows at him, a little irritated. "Don't frown, I'll take care of you, promise." Harry takes his now soaked fingers between his lips, sucking them clean. Jesus he's sexy... "you better because that was a mean thing you just did."

Harry bends down and pulls a condom out of his wallet on the floor, discards his briefs, and tears it open with his teeth. "Don't you worry, love. I won't be mean any longer." Pumping himself a few times before rolling the condom down his shaft, I took in the size of what I'd be working with and felt a flood of nerves course through my veins.

Don't be a little wimp, Iris.

Harry nestles himself between my thighs once more, propping his weight up on his left arm, lining himself up at my opening. "You wanna stop at any moment, let me know, yeah?" I nod in response but he cocks his head at it. "Words, Iris. Need to hear yes."

My heart clenched at his need for verbal consent. "Yes. I understand. We stop when I want to. Same goes for you." I confirm.

With that, Harry pushes into me slowly, giving me a moment to adjust to the difference of his fingers verses his cock. I gasp and grip his shoulders tightly, feeling that wonderful burning sensation that I love so much. His strokes were fluid and slow, taking in every flutter of my walls around his massive length. "Oh my god..." I squeal.

Finding the perfect rhythm, Harry leans down and nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck. "So fuckin' good." He moans. Hot, opened mouth kisses trail across my throat while his hips snap into me harder and harder. My impending orgasm was creeping in once more, and there was no way I was going to let it be stopped again. "Right there, please don't stop..."

"Didn't plan on it, love."

The sound of slapping skin and primal moans echo around us, simultaneously chasing our peak. I pull his face to mine, needing to taste his lips again. Hitching my leg up more, Harry picked up the pace and tugged on my right nipple this time, sending a shock of electricity down my spine and making me unravel beneath him. A guttural cry leaves my chest, my orgasm hit me like a freight train. He smirks as I come. And I come hard. "Fuck, give it to me baby, come on." Due to his size and speed of strokes my orgasm felt never ending. The more he fucked me the longer it went. It was the best one I'd ever had, and that includes ones I'd given myself.

My body trembles underneath him as I come back down from my high, my chest heaving and head dizzy. I open my eyes and see Harry admiring me. "You're so pretty when you come."

I hum in satisfaction wanting more from him. I chew my bottom lip before I open my mouth. "can I..."

"Yes?" He says.

"Get on top?"

Harry quirks his brow, "Wanna give me one more?"

I nod shyly, "I can try."

Harry pulls out of me slowly and repositioned on the couch, pulling me onto his lap. Sinking down on him feeling full once more, I don't hesitate to roll my hips back and forth in a slow fluid motion. Harry's eyes roll to the back of his head and his mouth gapes open. This position was way more pleasurable for me, and I was glad he was open to it. Some men don't like having women on top. Apparently it makes them feel like they're not in control.

Harry's large hands pull my hips back and in forth the longer we go, stimulating my clit perfectly. Our bodies were coated in a sheen layer of sweat, his own curls sticking to his forehead. "I'm gonna come soon..." he whines.

Changing up the rhythm I use my knees to bounce up and down which sends Harry right over the edge of bliss. "Oh fuck, that's it!" He hollers through deep groans, thrusting up into me chasing that oh so euphoric high. My second orgasm came as a surprise

causing me to still on top of him. I cling to his shoulders and throw my head back as I come for the second time in 20 minutes and Harry following suit right after. His thrusts become sloppy and erratic as he comes undone underneath me, face turning bright red and brows knit tightly together. It was a beautiful sight to witness; so primal and enchanting.

Catching our breath, we lazily kiss one another for a few minutes, like we couldn't get enough. He was back to being gentle and sensual, a vast difference from how fervent and powerful we were fucking just now. Harry brushes my mess of hair out of my eyes and smiles at me. "Well that was something." He chuckles.

"That's one way to put it." I kiss his forehead and lift off of him, in search of my dress and underwear. I wasn't sure what to do now that I just fucked a random dude from a party, I've never done this. I collect my things and turn to see Harry putting his briefs back on, condom discarded. "Umm. So I'll call myself and Uber and get out do your hair." I begin to walk quickly past him when he stops me. He looks at me confused, "You don't have to leave. You can stay."

I halt my pace, "what?"

"I mean, if you want to. I wouldn't ask you to leave. I've got plenty of comfortable clothes you can sleep in. Could even make you breakfast if you'd like..?" He runs his hand through his hair and fluffs his nose with his knuckle. "No pressure, but you don't have to leave."

I contemplate for a moment if it was normal to stay after what was a textbook one night stand, but he was offering so...

"Ok. Yeah, I'll stay." Satisfied with that, Harry shows me up to the bedroom and bathroom to shower and get comfortable. He let me use his master while he showered down the hall. Once I'd washed off the night and dressed in a pair of his shorts and t shirt, I enter his bedroom where he'd made himself comfortable. "Do you... want me to sleep in here or.."

"Yeah If you'd like." he gives me a genuine smile, dimples popping out and waves me over. I pad over to his king size bed and climb in, sinking down into the plush duvet. We spent a while talking and getting to know one another a bit more until we both eventually fell asleep curled up facing each other. Davina wanted me to have a night I'd never forget, and I think I definitely accomplished just that.

*****

The next morning I wake to the smell of bacon being fried, coffee brewing, and the sound light rock music playing.

I make my way down the creaky old staircase and find Harry was cooking up a storm. It was a bit of a split level so I made my way up the two steps and around the island when I discover he is wearing a Christmas apron, tube socks, and nothing else. "Ummm Harry?" I ask trying to hide my giggles.

"Iris?" He mimics.

"You're not wearing any clothes."

"Yes I know." He smirks. "More fun this way. Breakfast is almost ready, grab a seat and I'll bring you coffee." He gestured for me to sit down on one of his wooden barstools. I do as I'm told and watch him move around the kitchen almost stark naked. He has the cutest ass I'd ever seen. Firm, plump, and delicious. He made sure to always find a reason to have his ass facing me the whole time he was cooking, shaking it around when an up beat song came on. The Christmas apron was the cherry on top of this whole thing.

I hadn't laughed this hard or had this much fun is so long.

He was vastly different from any other man I'd met, making him ten times more attractive to me. I didn't think witnessing him cooking naked in an apron would be a turn on, but the longer he stayed that way the more I wanted him again. Flirty looks over the shoulder were thrown my way when he'd bend over and reach for a pan or reach up into a cabinet for the plates. 

He was taunting me.

Harry places a plate of food in front of me, standing dangerously close. "You hungry?" He utters under his breath, right behind my ear. I turn in my chair and gaze up at him, his pupils partially dilated, emitting a hunger that can't be satiated with food. "In more ways than one thanks to you prancing around here with your ass out."

I reach around his back and tug at the ties of his apron. The taut material around his figure loosens and he pulls it over his head. I bite my lip when I see he's half hard already. "We should do something about that don't cha think?" I coo.

"I've got a few ideas." His words came out smooth as silk, desire dripping from each syllable. Harry's index finger grazes my cheek, trailing down to my chin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. I couldn't help but flutter my eyes closed in anticipation, his touch igniting a heat between my legs. His hands travel down my clothed chest and slide underneath my shirt to cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. My legs instinctually spread for him, allowing him to step between my thighs. His lips encompass my own, swallowing my moans.  I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me.

I was so turned on just by his hands I could have come right then and there.

He hardened fully as I ran my hand up and down his shaft, paying special attention to his tip collecting his precum on my thumb. Harry's lips part in pleasure as I pump him faster and faster, sucking in a sharp breath with each twist. Pulling my head back from him, I raise my thumb and suck the taste of him off of it, humming to myself. Harry watches me in awe. "Fuckin' hell..." he whimpers. He swiftly picks me up from the barstool and carries me over to the kitchen table that thankfully had nothing on it.

He yanks the shorts he let me borrow off of my body, kneeling down in front of me. Throwing my legs over his shoulders he tuts at the sight before him. "You've made quite a mess here, darling. Looks like I'm gonna have to clean it up." Without warning his mouth latches to my clit and sucks harshly.  I gasp at the sensation of Harry's scruff brushing against my smooth skin. His tongue sinks into me, lapping up my arousal like i was his last meal.

With every swirl of his tongue and brush of his nose, my entire body was buzzing.  Creeping closer to the edge, Harry sucks harshly on my clit making me grind against his face. throwing my head back I couldn't hold back the whines and moans leaving my lips. Each grunt he emitted vibrated against my throbbing clit bringing my orgasm to its peak. "oh fuck!!". My thighs squeeze around his head involuntarily and shake violently. I don't know how this man makes me come so quickly.

The shocks of my body subside and Harry yanks his face away from me and stands. "Lemme get a condom, I need to fuck you so bad." Harry reaches for his apron on the ground behind him and digs out a condom from the front pocket.

"You were so sure we'd go again you had one in there this whole time?" I tease. Harry shrugs playfully and places the condom on. "Hopeful thinking that's all." Connecting our mouths again i wrap my legs around his waist, "You're lucky you're so darn cute." Harry pushes into me fully this time, not easing inch by inch this time. The sense of urgency to tear into each other was evident in his more dominant approach compared to last night. My nails dig into his shoulder blades and scratch down his arms, leaving red marks in their wake. "God you feel so good wrapped around me, best I've ever had." I try to roll my hips against him but he was fucking me senseless there was no use. I let him use me however he saw fit.

He pulls my hair back causing me to yelp at the stinging sensation on my scalp. "Fuck do that again."

He yanks again, making me clench around his cock. His arm wrapped around the middle of my back and lifts me up off the table still buried deep inside. Harry carries me down the steps of his kitchen finding the couch once more. Stumbling down to the cushions Harry begins slamming his hips into me again and again, pinning my wrists over my head. The tight grip around my wrists added to the heightened bliss of being ruined by the most gorgeous man I'd never seen.

"Fuck I'm gonna come again, don't stop." I beg with tears brimming on my lash-line.  "Please don't stop."

"Wouldn't dream of it." His free hand snakes between us and rubs my clit furiously, making the knot in my tummy explode. I see nothing but white behind my eyelids as I come harder with each manic thrust, Harry's orgasm following right behind. His body stills and his legs tremble, grip slipping from my wrists. Even with the barrier of a condom I could feel him twitching inside of me and finally stilling. My legs loosen around him falling to the side, arms laying lazily around his neck, "God you're good at that." I pant. Harry groans and pulls out of me, making me wince. He bends down and runs his tongue up my folds making me squirm.

"Hmm someone's sensitive."

"Yeah no shit, Sherlock." I sit up fully while he sits back against the couch. "You work up an appetite, darling?" There was amusement in his tone, I roll my eyes playfully. "Oh shut up." I stand from the couch and take his hand, "Stop workin' blue and let's eat."

*****

Fully dressed once more and happily full from the massive breakfast Harry prepared, he walks me to the door with a driver waiting to take me home. He leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his bare chest. "Last night was fun. You have my number?" He asks.

I smirk and nod, "Well you putting it in my phone would indicate that I do." I tug at the shirt he let me borrow and a pair of sweats. "I'll get these back to ya."

"You can bring them when I take you on a proper date."  Harry leans down and pecks my lips, "how about Saturday after next? I'll be back in town by then."

I hum happily, "That sounds great."

Harry pulls my bottom lip with his thumb, "I'll call you." I nip at his thumb, capturing it between my teeth.  Harry groans and shakes his head, "Do that again and I'll have to fuck you right here in front of my driver."

"Hmm sounds like fun. Next time?"

Harry exhales sharply, "You're gonna ruin me."

*****

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top 5 male and top 5 female tv characters

1. Tami Taylor

2. AnnaBeth

3. Jessica Day

4. Lucille Bluth

5. Moira Rose

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The donut mishap

Note - This is the first of my soft!reader series. I'll try to post them chronologically now on. Note that this is set in 2013. And a dear friend helped me out with this. Thanks a lot to her <3.

Summary - A quest of baking donuts brings you to the avengers tower. But what happens when your paths cross with the star spangled man?

Warnings - curse words, steves ptsd

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 2.3k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You squinted your eyes concentrating on putting just the right amount of pressure on the piping bag to get the perfect swirl of frosting on the cupcake. Your breathe hitched as a little air bubble appeared, aside from that it looked perfect. With a nice stiff peak.

You smiled looking over the cupcakes and donuts; over 12 hours of work. You felt like a proud mama.

When you started working at the Bakery, granted you only did so because you loved how cute their desserts looked but never could afford them, you thought you’d get to make money off of your love for baking.

Instead they stuck you in the back, doing books and maintaining accounts. Yeah you were going to grad school to be an accountant but it still wasn’t fair!

You never got to learn anything new about baking, or even try any delicious pastries. You just spent 4 hours everyday playing with the numbers.

And then you got a call from Linda, your boss. Panicking about how the head chef is sick and they have an order from the Avengers.

The Avengers were just a bit controversial. But for the most part everyone was grateful for them and looked up to them.

You can’t disappoint them. They’re superheros! Literal gods!

You didn’t really have much of an opinion on them. Except that the God of thunder from space made you all tingly sometimes.

You were just happy you got the chance to make such variety of desserts. Maybe now you could convince Linda to let you help out in the kitchen every now and then.

“You’re going to have to deliver them yourself.” Linda said looking them over and taking a small bite from the mint macaroon. “Take a taxi. Think you can handle it?” She handed you a hundred dollar bill.

There were only two boxes, one with the donuts and another with different assortments of patisseries. You accepted the bill and called for an Uber.

Normally the bakery doesn’t do delivery but when someone even mentioned Tony Starks name, Linda agreed to deliver, almost gave it away for free.

You made it to the tower in one piece. Glad to know that all the desserts seemed like they were doing alright in the boxes. You craned your neck up to look at the tower. Yet you couldn’t see the top.

You tried your best to be careful with the giant pink boxes in your hands muttering ‘excuse me' to anyone you may come across so as to not bump into them. You gently lay the boxes on the reception counter. Giving the brunette receptionist a huge warm smile.

“These are for Pepper Potts. Should I just leave them here...” You trailed off.

Looking around to see everyone dressed to the nines in sleek business formal clothes. You were wearing your pink dress with small red strawberries splattered all across it, it ended just below your knees, maybe not the perfect dress for the beginning of fall, or making a delivery for that matter. It made you feel self-conscious you tried your best to not think about how unprepared you must seem.

Which wasn’t entirely your fault. They were the ones that expected such a large order in under 12 hours.

“Alright ma'am you can go up and set them up.” She said hanging up the phone and giving you a visitors pass.

“Oh I...” You wanted to disagree. Ask for someone else to do it. You just KNEW you were going to mess it up.

But you couldn’t really say anything when she smiled “Thank you.” Probably in a way to shoo you off and deal with the person behind you.

You somehow made your way to the elevator, asking for directions twice, only it was too crowded and you were running out of time. “I’ll take the next one.” You said, although no one really seemed to care, they were either looking at their phones or chatting with each other.

A nervous smile painted on your face, so you could delude yourself into thinking everything is fine to calm your nerves. You couldn’t even afford to take your phone out of your sling bag to look at the time, not with your hands occupied.

After waiting for forever you were able to get into an elevator which was only occupied with a few people. Finally you were at your desired floor.

You were to take the boxes to conference room B12.

So you looked around, distracted. Your mother had always told you that your absent mindedness will one day come to bite you in the ass.

‘Try living in reality once in a while.’ She had said in such a condescending tone.

You huffed back then, thinking you were fine just the way you are. Until you bumped into what you thought was a brick wall, too distracted by the numbers and signs and twists and turns.

You quickly looked in front of you, when you felt the boxes you had held up collide with something. It wasn’t a wall, it was what looked like a human man. You tried to balance your feet stumbling back a bit before falling flat on your ass.

“Omph” You let out as you felt the cold hardwood floor sting your behind. Your precious donuts and desserts falling to the ground.

You looked at the ruins, how the frosting and sprinkles decorated the floor, taking it all in, asking yourself if this is a dream.

By the angle you were sitting in, you were sure the man could see your underwear, but you didn’t care. Because you were completely ruined.

You looked up at him, your lips quivering and your eyes glossy. “Why?” You asked as he stared at you completely dumbfounded, as if he had never seen a girl before.

Steve wanted to refuse right away. As soon as they said the words ‘honor’ and ‘appreciate’. A ceremony just to honor him and thank him for his service to his country.

He did try to convince Tony that he hated such things. To be the centre of attentions and plaster on a pageant smile for all the flashing cameras. That is not what he signed up for. His goal was never to get fame and recognition.

He ultimately had to relent. Because it was supposed to be an inspiration for others and to ‘boost morale’.

“Just flash your perfect pearly whites for a few hours, it’s really not that hard.” Tony said slapping Steve’s shoulder. As if they’ve been friends forever and he doesn’t take some kind of sick sadistic pleasure in watching Steve suffer.

They spoke of how brave he was, how even as a sickly kid he stood up for what was right. For his country.

Really he could tolerate all that. Even be grateful for it.

But his anxiety came back as they showed pictures from the wartimes, projected onto the white screen.

He’s a hero they said.

So brave.

Selfless and compassionate.

A man out of time.

Lies. Blatant lies. He was far from a hero. He knew that. But he realized the extent of it when he saw the pictures, some of them familiar to him, having happened just in front of him not so long ago, even if it had been decades for everyone else.

All of his brothers, his best friend died. Protecting their country. For their duty. They made the ultimate sacrifice and were more than happy to do so.

He recalled one commander saying how he would love to die serving his country. It would be his greatest accomplishment.

And here he was. Wearing a suit that he had no doubt cost thousands of dollars. Drinking expensive champagne, giving interviews, having his face on magazine covers. Taking pictures with his ‘fans'. Living the high life.

How the fuck was he a hero?!

He couldn’t look at the remaining pictures or listen to them. He tried to zone them out, tune out his anxiety and his guilt. To not let his mind go to those dark places, to linger on the past. Nothing good would come out of it.

He could still do good. Be good. Wash off his sins. If he kept trying and moving forward. If only it wasn’t so hard.

There was no such thing washing your sins off of you. No one can resolve their sins by simply confessing to them in church. Or counting thousands of hail marys. His hands and his soul will always be tainted with blood.

Somehow he got through the whole thing. He was about to run off the men’s room. To take a breathe and collect his thoughts.

Tony stopped him “What’s with your resting bitch face Rogers?” He snarked but was taken aback by the scowl he received “Fine go. Remember we have a meeting with the corporal.”

Which was what the whole ruse was all about. To appease the army. He was surprised at just how bad the whole world is, but he couldn’t even begin to comprehend the shitshow that the army had become.

He rubbed his face sprinting towards the balcony. To get some fresh air, be alone as long as he can before he has to go back to being Captain America.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t hear your footsteps, which his sensitive hearing really should’ve picked up on.

He turned the corner only bump into you. Making you fall on your ass.

“Why?” You gave him a look of betrayal as tears fell down your face. You wiped your cheek with the back of your hand kneeling and working on putting your desserts back in the box.

“Oh my god... ma’am I’m so sorry.” He apologized as soon as he registered what he had down. Crouching down before you to help you clean it up. But he doubted that you would be able to eat them.

“All my work.” You moaned looking up and meeting his eyes.

Your defeated face almost made him pull you into his arms. But it wouldn’t exactly be proper to do that to a stranger.

“Don’t call me ma'am!” You huffed as more tears escaped your eyes. “I’m not like 50!” You crossed your legs sitting on the floor and staring at your boxes.

“What should I call you then?” He asked his tone gentle and inquisitive. Truly curious to know what your name was.

“How about you call me nothing? You’ve done enough.” You frowned as you looked into his crystal blue hues. He was simply put beautiful.

You never thought that’s the adjective you’d use to describe a man, but that was all you could think of.

However his beauty didn’t excuse his actions. It certainly wouldn’t bring back the desserts you worked so hard on. So all you could do was be mad at him.

“I can pay for them.” He blurted out and then winced. You probably made them yourself. He can’t exactly replace them.

“It was the first time I truly baked. And now I’ll lose my job.” You sniffled tracing the frosting which was smeared on the floor with your finger. “And the Avengers will all go hungry...” You rambled your voice small. All you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry into a pillow.

You sneered at him as he chuckled. He immediately stopped pressing his lips into a straight line. “I doubt they’ll go hungry. I promise you won’t lose your job. No one has to know.” He reasoned. His plump rosy lips stretch into a smile, that must be worth at least a million dollars. His eyes creasing and yeah he really was beautiful.

You felt your anger resolving but decided to remain firm. To not let him work his charms on you. “They will call my boss when the delivery doesn’t arrive. And my boss will fire me!” You exclaimed spelling it out for him. Since he seemed to fit the stereotype of the dumb pretty blonde. Or was that exclusive to women?

“I can promise you no one will tell your boss.” He hesitated but then put his hand over yours in an effort to reassure you.

“What? How – how will you do that?” You asked getting more and more frustrated that he failed to understand just how grave this situation was for you.

“I uh... do have that kind of authority.” He said giving you a small nod. At least he could do some good with this ‘status' he held.

“Hm” You hummed still suspicious. But he was wearing a suit which looked expensive. His stance seemed that of someone who was powerful. His voice although soft held some stern undertones. “I – how do I believe you?” You asked and laughed at your misery as you realized you didn’t really have a choice.

Finally, pressing a palm on the floor you got up. Collecting your boxes. “It’s okay.” You sighed. “I guess I wasn’t really looking either. Whatever happens I’ll deal with it.” You said giving him a somber look.

“Uh – are you sure?” He stammered afraid he got you in trouble and couldn’t really do anything about it. Even more so that you were leaving and he’d probably never get to see you again.

“I’m not really a liar.” You shrugged as he stood up with you.

You didn’t have the opportunity to marvel at his tall stature, and how big he was compared to you. Or just big in general. You simple turned around your head hung low.

Only to look back at him over your shoulder. You tried to suppress a whimper, at just how hopeless you were, and asked “Which way is the elevator?”

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Whether It Works Out Or Not: Winter’s Cold, Part One

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption 2

Pairing: High Honor!Arthur Morgan/Named OFC

Rating: Holy shit T.

AN: You kids lookin’ for a fix-it? Let’s get it started.

[Spoiler warning for the epilogue!]

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Part One: Strangers

Part Two: Friends

Part Three: More

Bonus One: A Brief Diversion

Bonus Two: Back In The Cage

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains brief mentions of pregnancy and general peril. Stay safe!]

"I want the fellow you've got in that cell. The one you're sending up the river." The mustachioed man demanded without pretext. "You boys give him to me and I'll make it worth your while, plus a touch extra." 

  "Listen mister, I don't know who you are or where the hell you came from, but that feller has five grand on his head. I doubt you've got enough scratch to make anythin' worth our while." The senior bounty hunter sneered, his boots still propped up on the table in front of him.

  A sack hit the table, the mysterious man undoing the drawstring slowly. "I've got six grand right here, genuine bill and coin. Count it all if you feel like it, or if you just want to touch it." His smile was mean , like the slash of a knife across his face. "Split between the two of you? Three grand apiece. Five hundred extra each. You boys really so well off that you can turn down five hundred window dressing?" The man queried.

  "Hell." The bounty hunter gawked at the money, then over at his partner, and finally back up at the man in front of them. "Jesus mister, you know this feller will probably die even before he reaches justice, don'cha? He's real sick. He was nearly dead on the mountainside as-is, and he ain't gotten better. Hasn't so much as opened his eyes in days!" 

  "Hey hey, if he wants him and he's willin' to pay that much…" The other bounty hunter trailed off, looking greedily at the bag on the table. "I ain't that inclined to turn the bastard in to the Pinks if I can make a little extra."

  "But we was gonna'-"

  "Or," the mysterious man sighed, "I suppose I could just take my money and be on my way." He began to retie the drawstring but the first bounty hunter stopped him. 

  "Hold up there, friend . We didn't even catch your name. Normally in polite society, a feller makin' an offer has the courtesy to introduce themselves."

  The man leaned in, sweeping his hat off of his head and offering a stately little bow. "Ah, where are my manners? Gentlemen, my name is Doctor Franklin Craft. Junior of course."

  The younger bounty hunter openly stared at him. "Ol' Doc Craft had a son?" He asked hesitantly. "All I ever heard about was the messy business that went on with his daughter's husband." 

  "Truly, a sordid tale. And she is actually the reason why I'm here." Doctor Craft ( junior, of course ) bowed his head in respect. "Before Irene...made her brief return to polite society, she chanced across the very fellow you have in that cell." Craft's grip on the brim of his hat tightened visibly. "He stole something from her. Something... irreplaceable . And while I may be unable to get it back, I can assure you that this man will be afforded all the comforts I can offer him while he lingers on this earth." He snarled sarcastically. "Now, do we have a deal?"

  ...

  Two Days Prior ...

  "Annie, you're a terror! " Irene laughed, scrubbing at the little girl's grubby face with the corner of her apron. "What have I told you about playing in the mud? Only in your mess trousers and only outside, right?"

  The child nodded, offering a beaming smile. Irene probably would have fallen for it, had the girl not tracked mud all over the modest dwelling. Anna was only a hair past one year of age, but she had been racing around from the moment she was able to walk. Irene was hard-pressed to keep track of her on her own. 

  It had been nearly two years since Irene had seen Arthur. Once she realized a seed had been planted during one of their pleasurable trysts, she took great pains to tie everything up neatly. Returning for her deceased husband's money had been her boldest move yet, but there was little the courts could do to dispute her claim to his property. Willie had purported that she was dead so he could remarry, and yet here she stood before them, hale and hearty. It had caused quite the uproar, if only for the unapologetic way that she had addressed everyone's shortcomings in dealing with her reports of abuse. 

  The railroad bonds he had hoarded so jealously became her failsafe, and it was with careful consideration that she began to invest in various ventures. Subsequently, there was the business of selling off every last thing . Every ounce of property, every stick of furniture, down to the hideous pewter candlesticks in the dining room. 

  Irene found herself politely turning down suitors left and right. Now that she was a woman of means, it appeared that men were willing to give her the time of day once more.

  It wouldn't be long before she would have real difficulty hiding how her body was changing. Irene decided to purchase a simple cottage up in the East Grizzlies, and it was there that she began making a home. A true home. A home of her own.

  She planted herbs, chopped enough firewood to last a lifetime, and went fishing and hunting in the nearby woodlands. The self-sufficient woman continued to live in relative isolation, only making the trip to Annesburg when she desperately needed a midwife. All the research and overheard lectures from her father couldn't have prepared her for labor, and she would be eternally grateful for the patient woman who had led her through the agony to emerge on the other side one daughter richer. 

  She named the baby Anna, her heart full to bursting when the tiny babe clutched Irene's index finger with all her strength. Little Annie Craft , her eyes just as devastatingly blue as her father's and her hair soon growing into a mess of tawny-blonde corkscrews.

  Anna held out a small rock to her mother, the muddy offering obviously one of contrition. "Sorry?" The child questioned.

  Irene sighed, rumpling her hair and accepting the pebble with a laugh. "Go get washed up, little one. It's nearly dinnertime."

  Anna nodded, trotting back outside to the small bowl on the steps that Irene had repurposed as a child-sized washbasin. 

  Irene took the small stone and wrung out her dishrag, scrubbing at the rock to reveal whatever it was that had caught Anna's eye with this particular specimen. It appeared to be quartz, the dull glitter in the last of the day's sunlight more than enough of a reason in a child's mind to acquire it. Irene smiled a bit sadly down at the small stone on the counter, then scooped it up and placed it carefully on the windowsill with the rest of its contemporaries. A few more pebbles, several dried up leaves and flowers, and the real prize, a snake's shed skin. All the treasures a small child could muster up and then some, proudly displayed.

  "Well! Gracious me, where did you come from, little cherub?" An unfamiliar man's voice drifted in through the windows and Irene jerked her head up, startled and dismayed to see a dapper-looking fellow on one knee in the mud of the front yard, her daughter's hand in his own as he presented her with a small paper flower. 

  The woman fairly bolted for the door. "Annie, love, come here!" She called benignly, trying not to distress the child. "What have I told you about strangers, wee miss?"

  Anna nodded, gifting the man one of her signature smiles but not moving. "She is a beautiful little girl." The stranger mused, rising to his full height and moving his hand to Anna's shoulder, keeping her where she was. "Her eyes, in particular! What a lovely shade of blue they are." He studied Irene standing on her front porch for several long moments. "I assume she must get them from her father, since yours are such a pristine hue of amber."

  "Indeed she does." Irene replied evenly. "Please unhand my child at once, Mister…"

  "Trelawny, ma'am! Josiah Trelawny, at your service."

  "Mister Trelawny, release my daughter and you may leave my property unharmed."

  "I had dealings with a man who has eyes like your little girl's, Miss Craft." He continued breezily like she hadn't spoken. How did he know her name? "Strong fellow, secretly altruistic, bit of a temper. Fiercely loyal." Josiah paused dramatically. "And currently , almost out of reach."

  Arthur . Irene knew she must have let something slip in her expression, for a knowing smile blossomed on Trelawny's face. The man let Anna go, and she toddled across the front yard to the steps. "What is it that you want from me, Josiah Trelawny?" Irene snapped. "Does he have debts that need paying?"

  "Heavens, no! That man has paid his debts twice over again." Josiah took a step forward. "Might we converse indoors, Miss Craft? The things I am about to tell you are matters that warrant a certain amount of... discretion ."

  Irene hesitated, then reluctantly nodded while beckoning him to approach. Trelawny followed her indoors, not speaking again until they had settled down at her small kitchen table.

  "Arthur, you see, is a friend of mine. Though I'm certain he would argue to the contrary." Josiah explained while he helped himself to the grudgingly-offered biscuits and fresh raspberry jam. "Currently, however, he sits in a filthy cell waiting to be judged. The bounty on him was very substantial, Miss Craft, very substantial indeed." He settled back in the chair, biscuit crumbs marring his damask waistcoat. "Five thousand dollars, by all accounts."

  " Five thousand? " Irene repeated in horrified dismay. 

  "Yes. Now, that is undoubtedly distressing enough. That is no simple room and board, ma'am! A man may work his whole life for funds such as those." Josiah leaned forward. "And yet there is something far worse that hangs like the sword of Damocles over his head, Miss Craft. Arthur is abysmally ill. He is plagued by that lunging pestilence, the consumption. Lord only knows how long he's had it, but it is ravaging him now in incarceration."

  Consumption . Irene had no doubt that she was white as a sheet at that news. "Why are you telling me this, Mister Trelawny?" She mentally congratulated herself on keeping her voice steady. 

  "The locals mentioned you are a woman of skill. That you know certain... remedies , though you are not permitted a doctorate so instead you must fall back upon the moniker of hermit witchery." Josiah steepled his fingers. "Then of course, there are the rumors I've heard about you being the long-lost Widow Carson. There was much ado about her in the polite society...why, over a year ago at this point! How time flies." His eyes were narrowed. "The dead woman who came from the wilds and returned to them just as fast, carrying with her a fortune and apparently ," those eyes darted to the oblivious child who was currently playing on the hearth rug, "an outlaw's brat-"

  Irene was on her feet in a flash, her palms meeting the table to cut the man off before he could continue. "You shall not speak so rough in front of my daughter, Mister Josiah, or I will make you regret opening your mouth. Mind your tongue while you sit at my table and take my hospitality hostage," she seethed. "What is it that you want from me? Did you simply come here to chastise me for having a child out of wedlock? I fear you're a touch too late to stop me on that front."

  "From you , my dear woman? Nothing at all!" Josiah exclaimed, seeming appropriately cowed by her display of backbone. "You misunderstand my intent. I am here because I am in search of a gentleman named Frank Craft ." His contrition gone, the man was watching her like a hawk . "I came across mention of him in Arthur's journal. Frank is... instrumental to a plan I have devised, you see."

  Shit . "Why don't you tell me about this... plan of yours and I'll see whether it's even worth Frank's time." Irene challenged him, folding her arms across her chest. Anna buried her face in Irene's apron, the child obviously picking up on her mother's discomfort. 

  ...

  Back In The Present...

  "Oh well done , sir! Well done indeed!" Josiah praised her roundly when she returned to their meeting spot with Arthur in the saddle in front of her. "You have performed admirably , Doctor Craft!" 

  "Don't forget your half of the bargain, Trelawny." Irene said sharply, peeling the false mustache off with a grimace. "I expect that money back in my hands in two days."

  "But of course! A few more investments in the Kilgore mines and I shall have your payment safely returned." 

  Arthur, who did not even seem to be conscious , started coughing and wheezing like his lungs were fit to come out. Irene didn't miss Josiah's look of extreme worry. "I'll do my best with him, Trelawny." She murmured. "I can't promise anything. He seems in a bad way."

  "The coughing started back in...April, perhaps early May of last year if I recall his journal entries correctly. It's a miracle he's endured this long." Trelawny stated bluntly. He shifted in his saddle, "speaking of his journal, I have that very item with me. Should he recuperate, I imagine he would miss it immensely." He tossed her the leatherbound book, and then tipped his hat. "I'll be off. Thank you for your assistance, Miss Craft."

  "Just get me the money, Josiah." She retorted, pulling her scarf up over her nose and mouth before spurring Bluster off in the direction of home. Arthur's mare trotted along behind them serenely, the other animal having always possessed a much more even temperament than Bluster. 

  Irene pressed her ear to Arthur's back after a time, listening to how ragged and labored his breathing was and her heart broke. She prayed like she never had before the entire ride home, prayed to the Good Lord to let her save this man.

  Please God, spare him, he's suffered enough .

  As she rounded the final bend in the road before the last thickly-wooded section, she was startled to see an enormous stag barring her way. The beast was a strange amber-white, boasting a many-pronged rack of antlers that would have left many a hunter awestruck. It practically glowed in the moonlight, nigh ethereal as it turned its head and studied the woman with one liquid, pitch-black eye.

  Irene cautiously reined in Bluster, who didn't seem concerned with the massive creature. That of all things was what made her uneasy. Bluster, the perennial coward, was wholly unbothered by the hulking apparition that currently sat in front of them. Chase was unphased as well, the mare actually lowering her head to graze the sparse grass. Bluster's breath fogged out around his nose, the air already sharp with the promise of winter, and Irene realized with a jolt of confusion that the stag had no visible haze from its breath around its head. 

  The deer that towered head and shoulders over her even while mounted turned in the direction they had been heading, and then set off at a stately pace. It stopped after a moment, looking back at her as if to say, " well? " 

  Irene clicked her tongue, coaxing Bluster to a careful trot. The stag appeared satisfied with this arrangement, soon picking up speed. It led her on a strange path, a bit more of a winding one than she would have taken, but Irene felt weirdly confident that this odd... vision was here to help. 

  Off in the woods to the left, sounding like it was dangerously close to the deer track she would have taken, she heard a furious crashing of branches and the yowling of a cougar as it chased down some unfortunate prey. 

  Irene looked wide-eyed at the stag and found that it had turned its head to stare at her once more. Bluster whinnied uncertainly, beginning to fidget as he doubtless caught the noise and smell of the big cat, and Irene urged him on a little faster. 

  Jesus , encountering a cougar at this hour, her with nothing but her revolver and the limp weight of Arthur further burdening Bluster? They would have been dead for certain!

  "Thank you." She breathed, feeling foolish for being disappointed when she received no reply.

  The stag finally halted on the rocky hilltop adjacent to the little hollow her stead rested in, still not an ounce of breath fog around its nose or issuing from its mouth, and Irene realized after a moment that it was waiting for her to continue onwards. 

  "Thank you," she said again softly, grateful even through her disbelief.

  The deer folded its legs to lay in the grass, as if to keep an eye out for danger while Irene dismounted and led the two horses down the steep incline. Arthur started to cough again, the noise sharp and hollow as his breath rasped in and out.

  "Nearly there Arthur, nearly there." Irene soothed, knowing that he was probably unable to hear her in his delirium. "We'll be home…" her words trailed off when she turned to look back at Arthur and saw that the stag had vanished. "...soon."

  Bluster whickered at her quietly after a moment, breaking the spell of her confusion. Right . Work to be done.

  ...

  " The queen will never win the game, for Rumpelstiltskin is my name! "

  Arthur couldn't even bring himself to wonder what the hell he was hearing. Some sort of distant nursery rhyme, and he wasn't sure if he was imagining the sound of a small child laughing fit to split their sides.

  Christ , he was tired. His body ached and his lungs seared like hellfire. Throat raw from coughing, tongue sour with the iron taste of blood. He had really, really thought he would be dead by now. Guess his body had other plans, the bastard .

  He went back under, muddling around in the red haze of semi-consciousness. It seemed like someone was always forcing him to take some kind of medicine. Bitter, scraping his battered throat like knives all the way down. Maybe it was poison. 

  Some strange salve for his chest, reeking so potently of mint that his eyes watered even though they were closed. It reminded him of the ointments Hosea had soothed the horses with, the damn man probably pious as a pope from all the anointing he did. 

  A ladle full of lukewarm water pressed to his lips and he drank as best as he could, though some of it ended up trickling down his chin. His jaw was physically sore from the rib-shattering coughing he had struggled through; it was all he could do just to pry his teeth apart. 

  Christ , he should be dead. He had been surprised enough when he managed to survive getting a hole blown in his shoulder without losing the limb to gangrene, but this was a whole new level of bullshit. 

  What little life he had left after enduring Dutch's madness, Micah had done his best to beat out of him.

  Maybe they wanted him healthy for the gallows. Put on more of a show if he was strong enough to raise his head. Arthur didn't have the heart or breath to tell whoever this was that their care was in vain. He was so far gone…

  Nobody could save him. Not even God himself could save Arthur Morgan at this point.

Winter’s Cold, Part Two

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Courtney's Visit (OC X anime)

Curt gulped softly as he made his way from his hotel room. He'd been in Domino city for all of 2 days and had already won a jackpot, winnng a million dollars. At age 21, the skinny brown haired boy was set for life, and he knew that most people his age would of been going out and partying, drinking and having a blast. Instead he'd put 3/4's of the money in the bank and was carrying the rest in a briefcase as he made his way to a certain..place of business. He knew the reputation that this house had, how so many men had gone in so prideful or certain they were smarter then the ladies who worked there and how many had come out penniless. he was sure that with the 1/4 of a million he had with him the ladies wouldn't leave him broke and summoning up his courage, he walked into crinkles, house of sissfy.

Sitting behind the front desk of the lobby (the place was a former hotel with each of the girls having their own room and then other rooms having been converted into different styles of nurseries) sat the digimon queen herself, Rika and just the smirk she gave him as he walked in made Curt's knees wobble. "Oh good, anther BIG baby~ Hi there loser, Do you need a diapie change before we get you signed in?" she asked in a voice dripping with fake kindness and venom. "I..I..I.." Curt stammered and was glad he'd worn black jeans here, as a small trickle of pee escaped into the crotch of them. "t-t-today loser!" Rika mocked and gestured to a chair in front of her desk. "C-Can't we uh..go somewhere private to t-talk?" he asked, looking around the lobby where some girls, not working were hanging out, having drinks and snickered. "Why? you really think anyone who see's you in here thinks your anything but a diaper wearing loser?" Rika asked bluntly. "You DID see the big old sign on the front of the building right? if anyone was going to snicker and call you out on it that didn't know what you are, it would of been someone on the street. now come sit down." Curt practically dashed over as Anzu nudged Rukia and whispered something in her ear, the action distracting him and he tripped and fell onto all fours. Rika just laughed and stood up, looking down at him. "Awww, did baby fall and go boom?" she mocked. "I better make a note that your a crawler." she added, taping away on the computer in front of her. Curt whimpered and got into the chair. "A-Actually I'm not so big on cra-" he started to say, but he was cut off "Fuck you. I say your a crawler, your a fucking crawler." She snapped. "Now what's your name loser? I just need a first one, none of your dip shits ever give a real last name anyways." "I..it's Curt." "ok then Curt..do you have a stupid little diaper baby name you'll want you're mommy or mommies to call you?" she asked, typing away. "I uh..Courtney." Curt said, cheek's burning red. "Ohhh a little SISSY BABY~" Rika said with delight, raising her voice and getting chuckles from around the room. "Are you diapered already little missy?"  She asked. "N-No Ma'am." "bad girl, I'll put in a note to have you spanked. Little sissies like you should NEVER go without thick puffy diapers on letting everyone know what you are." "but I do-" "I'm sorry, did I word that in a way that made you THINK it was your choice?" She asked, daring him to defy her. "That's what i thought. now of course your a diaper filling and pissing sissy baby right Courtney?' She asked. "Y-yesh Ma'am." Curt said, his voice taking on the lisp and softer tone it always did when his clitty got all stuff. "wow, like sandblasting a soup cracker. I bet your a pay piggy too aren't you? Oink for me if you are." "I..uh..Oink." Curt said. "Knew i smelled bacon when you came in. Well Missy, just a few more questions. How frilly and stupid do you want your outfit to be?" "S-Super girly and frilly pwease." Courtney said, not even able to think of himself as Curt anymore. "and of course you wanna be sent home when this is done in your sissy baby outfit for public humiliation. " she said, typing again. "One mommy or two loser?" "I..um..Two pwease." Courtney said. "so, let's recap. you're going to be a crawling thickly diapered pay piggy loser, who's gonna be spanked and fill your diapers to the brim, then get kicked the fuck out of here with your keys and wallet or what not in a cute little purse and your boy clothes destroyed. Is that correct sir?" she asked, smirking. Courtney whimpered and squirmed, anther spurt of pee coming out in his pants and he nodded his head. "That'll be $130,000 please then, Paid in advance. with a extra 20,000 fee for every time you cum, and 50,000 for a diaper change. Of course if you wanna pay for a cummie up front you're more then welcome too." She laughed. Courtney gulped, he knew this place was stupid expensive but he hadn't thought it was gonna be this bad. but the cruel attuide of Rika and the way the other girls snickered, he did something very very stupid in his horny haze. "I..I have $ 250,000 in here..can..can i just give this to you and go meet my mommies pwease Miss Rika?" he asked. whistles were heard in the lobby and Rika snickered. "of course you can~ I already sent them your work form." she said taking the briefcase from him and putting it in a safe. "Follow me sissykins and remember, crawl or auntie spanks!" Courtney whimpered, eyes watering up but he slid down to the floor and crawled behind Rika who he was now thinking of as auntie, and to her total delight, he started to oink softly.

May was dressed in a pair of grey sweat pants and white socks, a baggy dark pink t-shirt reading 'queen bitch' in white text covering her top with her bandanna on, while Kari was wearing a baggy pair of shorts, black, with no socks on and a white t-shirt that was just plain. Both girls looked up and smirked as Courtney was lead into the pink nursery and chuckled. "so this is the bigggg spender~ I'm almost sorry i have to spank someone who's gonna be spoiling his mommies so well." she giggled, getting up and coming over, bending down and pinching Courtney's cheek. "I'm not. If he wanted to get out of a spanking he should of brought HALF a million. clearly the fucking loser can afford it." Kari said, coming over and scowling. "Don't think I don't know who you are, I watch the news." Courtney gulped at that, he'd been hoping neither of them would know who he was. "anyways, I'll leave you ladies too it. oh, and before i leave, while we were coming up here Little Courtney BEGGED me to stress he wants orgasm denial." Rika lied, then left before the poor sissy could argue. "wow, quarter of a mil and you don't even wanna cum? my kinda loser~" May laughed. "Well loser, since your spending soo much we'll let you choose, which one of us do you want to spank you? me, or May." Kari said, smirking with a evil gleam in her eye. "I..I want Mommy May to spank me." Courtney said, since so far May had been the sweeter of the two. "Awww ok sweetie, though you reallly should of picked Kari. She just half asses her spanking. I believe in giving the customer everything they paid for!" May chuckled and went over to a spanking stool, picking up a wooden hair brush. "heh yeah,., she's brutal. anyways. lose the boy clothes pig." Kari ordered. Courtney whimpered but did as he ordered,with the two mommies laughing had as they saw his piss stained hello kitty panties, and laughing harder still as they saw his hairless 1 inch wonder. "Awww, not fully hard yet because your scared?" may giggled, wiping a tear from her eye. "I..I'm actually..rock hard." the sissy admitted, looking down. a fresh wave of laughter filled the room and his clitty twitched and throbbed as they did so.

laying across May's lap, Courtney was shaking a little even as she rubbed his back. "shhh it's gonna be ok." she said and giggled. "actually that's a bold face lie, this is going to hurt like a mother fucker, but you know, I figured you'd wanna hear some sappy shit like that first." before the sissy could say anything the hair brush came down hard and he cried out in pain, a little trickle of piss escaping from his baby dick and going between may's spread legs into a dog dish they had set down. "even if you don't drink it, you wouldn't believe what some perverts online will pay to drink 'our' piss, when we just sell them sissy pee!" Kari snickered. Courtney barley heard her as the brush came down over and over again, redding then bruising his buns but despite the pain and the humiliation (or maybe BECAUSE of the the humiliation) he was still rock hard! "wow, you must REALLY love getting your ass beat!" Kari said, a hand down the front of her shorts. watching little loser like this always got her so fucking wet. "Don't think it's gonna earn you any brownie points though, I already tossed your shit out in the hall and it's gonna be burned." Sliding her hand out of her pants she took his wallet and went over to a desk where a note pad was, and looking though his wallet started to take some notes. "If you want her to stop go ahead and ask, but that'll add anther five minutes to your silly Lil spanking." may said. "or I can stop now and while Kari writes down all the information she can about you, we'll get you in a nice thick fluffy diaper and some plastic panties." "I..I want my diapies!"Courtney said, unable to handle the spanking anymore and the girl's just laughed. "Good girl~"

Flat on his back Courtney was powder and then taped into a thick massive pink diaper. the girls giggled and teased him about how NORMALLY they had to shave a man but either Courtney was SUCH a sissy he never got his pubes or he just shaved them himself. a fat cockfier was stuffed in his mouth, the dick shaped nipple reducing any protests to whimper and the mouth guard was in a nice shade of dull pink with white text saying it was widdle Courtney's mute button as they oiled him up Courtney whimpered as may then Kari then back and forth slipped their fingers deep in him, though unknown to the sissy they weren't just fingering his sissy pussy. nice and slick they powered the big baby then pulled a custom ordered diaper that was equal to at like 16-18 diaper of a no name brand's thickness (while being so massive and  hot pink, with stenciled in words like sissy, loser, faggot, cocksucker and the like covering the surface) as the diaper was taped closed Courtney did the only thing he could with two cruel, mean mommies looking down at him he started to rock his hips and make baby love to his massive diaper as they laughed "awww, somebody wuv him's diapies, yes he does!" May coo'ed and pressed her foot down on the front of Courtney's diapers. the little sissy humped like crazy and was SO close to making baby milk when Kari shoved her off. "Hey! no cummies remember? sheesh! you';re gonna get us BOTH fired when he whines we let him cum hard in his diapers!" Kari said and then winked at Courtney. the big baby whined loudly even with his mouth stuffed and May snickered. "oh i can tell, I'm guessing that's him whimpering about how I almost let him go cum cums~" Courtney toyed with shaking his head no, to tell them he wanted to spurt in his sissy diapers while they called him every name in the book, but just couldn't bring himself to spit out the fat cock shaped nipple from his mouth. "Come on loser, time to sit up so we can get your pretty widdle dress on." Kari teased, holding out a SHORT pink party style little girl dress, with puffy shoulders and white lace trim on the hem and sleeves. "What do you think Lil lady? is it girly enough for you?" May giggled. Sitting up on his thick pampered diaper butt, Sissy Courtney sucked hard and fast and rocked back and forth on his diapered butt, trying to rub his nub as he reached out for the dress with his hands. Naturally both girls responded the only way they could. with hysterical laughter. "Bwhahahaha! Oh my god!" May laughed, taking out her phone and record his pathetic display. "Don't you have ANY fucking pride as a man?" Kari asked sneer, and took out what Courtney realized was HIS phone and was taking pictures! Still he couldn't get himself to stop right till Kari put her left foot on his face, mashing it against his nose lightly, till she kicked and knocked him on his back. "enough you little loser! now sit the fuck up and be good or we'll toss you out early, and I'll send those picture I just took to ALL your contracts." The idea of his family and friends seeing him like this made Courtney wet his diapers a little and as he sat up, though it was hard, he managed to control himself as they tugged the dress on him. naturally it didn't even come close to covering up his massive diapers and his 'mommies' helped him stand up and made him strike pose after pose in his shameful outfit. It was of course Kari who had the next evil idea, and she took Courtney's photo id card and tapped it to the back of his diapers so when he was crawling everyone would be able to see who he really was. May, not wanting to be outdone brain stormed then smirked. "Ok loser, time for you to get a whiff of one of your mommies, lay back down so I can sit on your stupid face and smother it with my bubble butt. And you better stay still or I'll have to unleash my 'poison gas' attack." She chuckled. "Ugh, listen loser, if you make me have to smell her farts your in for it!" Kari warned. "oh come on Kari, we both know with the kinda total loser Courtney here is.. He'll sniff and huff up all my ass gas." may snickered and then with the loser on his back, she plopped down.

Courtney found himself in total darkness as the bubble butt of May covered his face, but she wiggled around and made sure that his nose was lodged between her cheeks. She had also made it so he couldn't spit out his paci, and so the only air he could get was tainted by the smell of her crack. 'ugh! does this bitch even wipe?!?' Courtney thought and squirmed a little under the bubble butt. He only squirmed for maybe all of 2.5 seconds but true to her word, May unlessed a fart right up poor Courtney's nose, making the sissies eyes water. that however wasn't even the worse of it as his diapered crotch took a kick from Kari, not hard enough to really hurt but clearly a warning. he could of sworn she was saying something but with his whole world experience now being the bubble butt of a trainer he'd had a crush on for ages, he couldn't make it out. Trying to appease May and there for Kari before things got too out of control he wiggled his face a little differently, giving May's ass a Eskimo kiss. "oh my god! he's making out with my rotten ass!" Squealed may in delight, laughing. "..really? guess he really DOES love huffing farts. so no fucking excuses! huff better!" Kari growled and lightly tapped Courtney's balls with her foot again as a warning. A series of poots later and Courtney huffing as hard as he could lead to the sissy blacking out.

Courtney came to a little while later, but he was locked in a high chair and was being force feed some sort of awful bland paste. with his arms pinned under the tray and his wrists shackled anyways, all he could do was whine and whimper and swallow the muck as he looked over to where Kari and May were browsing Facebook..what a second, HIS Facebook! "Oh wow, who'd of thought a sissy baby dweeb like him could HAVE so many friends." Kari said. "eh, he likely just friended every hot girl and guy he could find so when he worked himself all up they could all see what a baby he is. Oh, he went to high school with that one." Mat said, then jabbed at the screen and happened to look over her shoulder. "Oh hey stinkerella! About time you rejoined the party. me and Kari kept ourselfs busy and made sure not to turn off the clock so you could pay for nothing for a whoooole half hour~" Courtney tried to protest though his feeding gag, and nodded at the computer. of course he couldn't get any words out as his tummy filled up and started to crap. "Hmm? Oh! well we both know you wanna fill your diapers to the brim and waddle home sobbing in shame and semi broke...buttt since we're not letting you spurt your gross sissy milk me and Kari figured you deserved a little bonus. We know a guy or two who are computer wizards and with your personal information it wasn't all that hard to find your Facebook and hack into it." May said bright and chipper. Kari turned around and smirked. "So we talked about it and decided while outing you to five of your friends online is normally a very costly thing, we'll toss it in for free for you JUST because we think SO much of you." Both girls laughed at that while a red faced Courtney shook his head no even as his dicklet throbbed yes in his soggy diaper. "Awww, do you not want out gift?" May asked looking hurt. "how rude! here we are being kind and it's not enough for you?!?" Kari huffed, looking pissed off but playing a role and noticing how the high fiber paste was almost all in the sissy now. "Some sissies are just SO greedy!" May complained, also hamming it up. "but fine, if just five of your friends finding out about what a diaper shitting sissy baby LOSER you are isn't enough for you..we can always do a public post. buttt that's gonna cost you the rest of the session." Kari said. Courtney's eyes went wide as saucers and he shook his head no over and over again even as the last of the paste went in, only pausing as May came over. she unhooked the feeding gag and wiped Courtney's mouth and smiled. "Now, tell the truth little one. do you really not wanna be OUTED to everyone you know, seen as the loser sissy baby you are?" She asked, leaning down and talking into his ear and patting the front of his diapers. Courtney went toi answer no but it came out a whimpering moan as his soggy diapers were mushed and played with, his 'dinner' already wanting to come out the back and fill his diapies. "Hmm? I dunno Kari, did that sound like a 'don't post me!~' to you, or a 'I'm a stupid loser, ruin me!'?"May asked. "I'd say a little bit of both." Kari said, and was hooking up her camera to the computer, and started to make the post, making sure to use pictures of Courtney they had taken THAT date, with a date stamp in case Courtney tried to claim later they were old pictures. "I'll tell you what Princess..I don't really trust a dumb sissy baby who's about to shit himself to tell the truth.. so we'll go by what your cock says. If you can keep from going goo goo gaga till you crap your huggies, we'll call off your Facebook outing. but if you go cum cums before then..Cliccccck~ your famous!" May said and giggled ever so sweetly and Courtney whined and squirmed, just having May this close and everything else had him at the bursting point! "D-Deal!" he squeaked out. "Not like you had a choice, but good to know your on board." May snickered.

Moving the high chair over took some effort, but it was a labor of love so it was worth it. Of course that love was of money and ruining boys, but it was still love so May was sure it counted. Maybe. Truthfully May wasn't sure if Courtney would actually make it. Normally she'd of bet on his cock head going off first but the boys guts were stuffed and this was the extra powerful stuff that Poison ivy had cooked up in her lab. May had had a tea spoon of the stuff once and hadn't been able to stop shitting for a hour! If she was a betting woman (and of course she was) May bet that the only thing keeping the sissy from messing was the tight confines of the high chair, but even that wouldn't help for too much longer. Courtney was mostly ignoring her to stare and whimper as Kari arranged the photos and made sure it was only ever Courtney in the shots, before starting to type out a heart felt message 'from' Courtney to his FB friends.

'Just so everyone knows, I'm not now, nor have I ever been a man, let along a boy. Nor am I a women or a girl. i'm not transgender, I'm just a little whimpering sissy loser humiliation junkie who gets off pooping and peeing in thick massive diapers while dressed like a baby girl. I've decided to take the ultimate plunge and hope that all of you, no matter HOW much I beg and whine, refuse to let this go away. Hugs and kisses Little sissy baby Courtney (formerly stupid stinky Curt)'

Reading the message over, Courtney was jerking back and forth in his high chair, Moaning and whimpering though whether he was trying to cum or trying to crap himself, that was a question May doubted even Courtney knew the answer to. "N-No..Please..Ugh..Don't..don't.." The sissy whined, bubbly farts escaping and May gagging and pulling away, holding her nose. "whew! I am SO glad we're not gonna have to change him." May said. "tell me about it..not even Tai is that toxic and he licks toilets for a living." Kari groaned, getting two clothes pins and handing one to May. "P-Please.." Courtney whined, clearly one mess or anther was about to happen. "Look here loser. you got till the count of three to make one or the other, Or you're getting posted anyways." Kari said rolling her eyes. "W-what?!" the sissy cried out. "oh, we should try and keep him from cumming then if he's gonna be posted anyhow." May commented. "I don't think we can, once he's posted he's gonna blow his load regardless. they ALL do." Kari said, basically ignoring Courtney now. "That's true..eh, fuck the countdown then." May said and took the mouse from Kari and clicked post.

Courtney's eyes were wide again, and filled with tears as he saw himself in all his shameful glory posted on line. the sight and seeing everyone who was online was too much and his cock head twitched like crazy and he grinded his diaper as much as he could as he blew load after load in his huggies, with his rear opening up unable to hold back. as the front was painted with sissy milk, the back was filled with mush that filled the room with a nasty stink. the girls were saying something, and he was dimly away they were letting him out of the chair as he kept filling but the world was like in slow motion to him. it wasn't until he was tossed outside and landed with a gross splat on his diapered behind his mind snapped back and he caught a purse as Rika tossed it to him. "Thank you for trying our services. we know you'll be back baby gurl. you got nothing else now.Change your diaper first though and bring more money. Courtney hiccuped and whimpered, aware of the scene he was making and everyone looking at him, at how he smelled.. and did the only thing he could. He nodded and bowed. "Yesh aunt Rika." he lisped and started to walk back to his hotel room. "Hey! what did I tell you? your a fucking crawler!" She called. Courtney, having nothing left, just nodded and got on his hands and knees, where a stinky pay pig sissy baby like him belonged.

the end

[sweet-xoxo-thatcares]

1st dream I ever had of JA together was right after I started my new job at the tax spot, and Jay was texting me about a house they wanted to rent and was looking for a roommate to help cut the cost. They showed me this brown house with an upstairs and downstairs, but it was like near the Northside kinda...but near Kettering. I remember looking at the map thinking dang it look kinda rough in the neighborhood, but 800 something month sounded good split between 3 ppl.

The dream that night was us in this small looking house in the forest, but we were happy until we actually went outside towards our backyard and there was the trees. Pine trees to be specific. We started running towards it because we were playing a game,, idk if it was tag or hide and seek...all I know is that it felt like we both were playing, me and Jay running with Ayunna nearby running too, and then all of a sudden we had to start running back to the house cause a bunch of peopl started coming out of the woods chasing us, before we even hit the trees.

We ran for our lives, at almost full speed, but I don't remember who hit the house first and no they didn't look like zombies. It was just a burst of a bunch of people covered in black, from head to toe chasing us, going as fast as we were. I remember when I got to the house I couldn't find everyone and I told my lil sister (idk why she was there) to go check downstairs and low and behold Ayunna was whispering, calling someone on the phone as she was in the living room and I was peeking in on her through the kitchen. She said my name and said it sort of alert, but kept it on hush hush like a teacher calling a student's parent. She said "Kylee's shaking and freaking out about it."

And I think she meant it like I was ready to go home. I thought she was calling her mom, cause I didn't plan on telling my mom about moving out with them at the time.

Because I was scared and paranoid about being far away from home with strangers chasing us from the woods. I didn't see Jay when she made the phone call, Interestingly enough. I remember there was a closet filled with supplies with like an orange kayak, some sports gear, some oars, and some other stuff. I don't remember what I was looking for in the dream, I was just trying make sure nobody from outside got into the house.

Crazy right? And this was in 2019. Had I said anything, I'm sure they would have just thought it was a bad dream. The house in the dream didn't look Nothing like the house Jay had shown me. It looked sorta different, because there wasn't no carpet on the floor except in the living room. The house in the ad had carpet everywhere.

Also, as gross as I'm willing to admit....the 1st sexual dream of Jay happened in January right before we got let go of that bookstore temp job....

Jay was grinding on me fully clothed and kept grunting the words "respect it" with each ride/hump on my..... I woke up wet and confused because I didn't understand why Jay would have said that to me, hovering over me, starting with a serious face, one hand over my left shoulder, the other between my right arm and right side of my body. As if I was supposed to be scared or something....like wayyy too rough.

Now that I see it, I think Jay wanted me to respect their privacy and their body. Because around that time, I was questioning if I was even gay and how I could possibly even like them when I didn't even know if they had a dick or not or nothing at all....I was concerned and confused because Jay was taken and why was I thinking about it so damn hard for like a solid week I didn't see them at work and it drove me nuts not to know, but I couldn't ask cause that's rude. I kept trying to prove myself wrong with counteraccusations like "how can you know you're gay, when you haven't even kissed a girl? We don't know if she or they has boy parts?"

I felt really guilty about liking Jay, someone out of the spectrum and not my normal type....cause they weren't normal. They were like an alien to me, I usually could observe people 1st before talking to them and trusting them to see if we would even be a good fit or so....but in Jay's situation....i needed to do some research before I was the curious George asking too much information that I shouldn't have been interested in knowing but still wanted to know for my own sake. Like how to address non binary ppl, how to say they and use the pronouns, and xr./xrs. or etc...but Jay wanted to be called Mister later on.

I made sure I knew alot more than my coworkers to be prepared for conversation matters so I didn't come off like an ignorant associate who didn't bother to Google it before saying it out loud. Cause with anything new, I always google 1st and look on reddit for unfiltered personal opinions about stuff.

Which is still the reason why I think Jay could actually want to date/have sex with men in the future. after taking hormones so many ftms said once the dysphoria felt like it was gone and they were comfortable being themselves, as a man...they started opening back up that door they once closed towards men. Some even went girls only, to bisexual, to just gay (dating men). And there were a bit more reddit asking why there isn't as many straight ftms and why is there more ftms turning gay after transitioning....which sorta sucked to hear but I needed to know in case I had another panic attack again from being shocked from any more unexpected, extreme news from someone who always acted like they were anti-dick. Even to go as far as declining dick offers from sugarmommas they told me about.

It was gross to hear that they offered me up to that same random sugarmomma without even asking me if I was comfortable or even wanted to have sex with another stranger. Cause I sure as hell didn't. They just offered my name up to her, like they were selling me off as some hoe-sub. Being petty cause I started looking for an actual commitment on tinder.

I hated them for doing stupid, inconsiderate, uncomfortable shit like that, thinking Imma just go along with everything just because I liked them.

I'm still mad about that too. That jealous pig. Man whore themselves. They've slept with more ppl than me and had the nerve to call.me a "bedhopper" when you're the one getting yourself emotionally caught up and cheating on your girl by breaking rules she told you not too. Petty, angsty, stupid bitch with man issues. Didn't want nobody checking them about they behavior cause I guess they thought they were being overdominated.

This idiot thought I was tryna challenge their dominance (red flag #142🚩lol) when I said sarcastically "I wasn't gonna buy you none, anyway" when Jay interrupted me with "oh I don't want any candy." after I said as we waited in the avengers movie line "I should have gone to the dollar party to get some candy, had I known it was gonna be this long of a wait." They thought I was being hostile....when noooo I was just stating the candy wasn't for you, and why should I give a fuck? Lol 😆 I always do that with my sisters and parents at home. That's how we talk to each other, sarcastic assholes and smart jokes. I asked Jay is your masculinity sensitive after they called me out about making that comment that I thought wasn't offensive...but I guess it rubbed then the wrong way?? But like how, cause it was about candy and I wasn't mad at them when I said it.

They took that candy comment way too seriously. Cause even ayunna agreed with Jay that I was challenging their dominance? Like wtffff how can I challenge someone's dominance without even being aggressive, pushing a button, or getting in your face?

I think they thought I was just the nice girl who never talks back. Bullshiiiiittttt I have a mouth. I'm allowed to speak 🤣😅 fucking idiots and they thought I was the sensitive one. Jay sensitive too. Any time they felt less like a man, they took it out on us, like a lil crybaby, like a punk. But I didn't say anything....cause it seemed like anything I said to defend myself they would get into my head too about how it don't make sense.

Truly I think we just came from 2 different backgrounds, one where I was taught to obey but speak my mind. And Jay was taught that control and making others controlled by fear, while they got to be enabled to do so...was their life at home being the oldest. I never like even my own manager for doing that, controlling, poking, and bitching about stress then then taking it out on us because he has anger and commitment issues at biglots.

Jay came from "I'm the man, you're supposed to shut up and be quiet when I say it." I came from a house that woulda whooped yo ass for saying shit like that to my own momma. We don't play that shit around here and I grew up in the south, and southern raised folk. You always respect women just as proper and equal as men too. Yes sir, thank you ma'am, and do you need some napkins, that southern hospitality and respect for other people, friends, and family I was taught that. Jay must have not been taught manners and stuff like I did. My momma and daddy a mind even teachers made me be nice and be a good listener, and a good student always ready, alert, paying attention. You got off task, you fall behind in school, so always pay attention. Dad always was hard on me reminding me to do my best and treat people the way you want to be treated.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

knock out def leppard x reader

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mentions of being drugged, dr drugs, and uncomfortable situations. read at your own risk though it isnt fairly aggressive, but i know some people can be triggered by experiences like this. Note: *nothing is consumed and the guys aren't the perps*

Song: no control by set it off

tag list: @cynic-spirit @lifeisabitchandsoareyou

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I stepped into the bar behind Steve and smiled to myself. It had been a while since I'd been home, touring in Europe and what not for the better part of four months, and finally coming back to the states. It was just the way I left it and the bar tender greeted me with a warm smile.

"Haven't seen ya in a while babe, how's it been?"

She asked politely, beginning to mix my usual. I looked back at the group of men I had entered with, the five of them now surrounding the pool table.

"It's been very busy."

I said, looking back at her. She nodded.

"And the group of guys you came flocked with?"

She asked, a small smirk playing on her lips as she set my drink down. I laughed a little to myself.

"The band I work with."

She made an o shape with her mouth as she got to work on someone else's order.

"They any good?"

She asked and I nodded.

"Better than anything you've ever heard."

I said matter-of-factly and she grinned.

"What's their name?"

I took a sip of my drink.

"You heard of def Leppard?"

She side nodded.

"Here and there but I'll take your word for it."

I laughed a little bit, looking to the man who sat beside me for a spilt second.

"If you ever get a chance to get that old radio working again tune into the rock stations around town. I'm sure they'll be broadcasting their stuff."

I said nothing the broken box radio behind the bar. She nodded at me as she got the man his drink.

"I'll definitely do that, I got someone offered one a few days ago. Pretty soon I'll have a new one, from RadioShack no less."

I laughed a little bit, taking another sip and setting my glass back down, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Fancy radio for a fancy bar like this?"

She chuckled at me, shaking her head.

"And a classy lady like myself?"

I leaned forward against the bar.

"No less."

I said, grinning widely.

"Aw fuck off mate."

I hard from behind me, his words grabbing my attention instantly. I knew exactly who it was. I looked up confused to see Joe glaring down at a stocky man with dark hair, he was the man that had just been sitting beside me.

"And What's your problem?"

He said back in a thick accent I couldn't quite place, puffing his chest at Joe.

"Putting pills in a ladies drink is no way to get her attention."

Sav said, walking up behind him, making him turn around. My eyes went wide, looking down at the glass to my side and noticing a film of powder making its way to top of the ice. I frowned. Sarah, the bar tender, looked down in to it before picking it up.

"I didn't put anything in her drink."

He said, sending me a wicked glare. By now all the guys were surrounding him.

"Drink it then."

She said sternly, holding it out to him. He shook his head, backing away into Phil. Phil held the man's arms tightly before pushing him forward.

"Why not mate? If there's nothing in it then you have nothing to worry about."

Phil said loudly. By now the other bar patrons were beginning to look over at us. I watched Joe cross his arms over his chest, looking down at the man sternly. I was getting more uncomfortable as he was pushed closer to me as well as the bar. Sarah set the drink down and slid it to him.

"Hell no."

He said, wiggling out of phils grasp and turning to punch him square in the nose.

"Fuck!"

Phil said, stumbling back. Joe grabbed the man before he could get away, having his arms locked behind his back. He struggled against him, huffing in defeat.

"And where do you think you're going?"

He said through gritted teeth, moving with him as the man jerked again.

"Away from you lot. Let go of me you psycho!"

He protested trying to free himself again.

"Ma'am would you mind calling the coopers?"

Rick said, now standing at my side with his hand on my shoulder.

"Already done fellas."

A man across the bar said.

"They're on their way."

I nodded to him.

"Thanks."

Joe walked the man to the bar and pushed him into the stool, making him sit, and holding him firmly there.

"Could I trouble you for a pint love?"

He asked Sarah, pushing my now undrinkable cocktail in front of the man.

"You can put it on his tab."

He said condescendingly, looking down at the shame-ridden man. The rest of the guys surrounding him to make sure he wouldn't go anywhere. Rick took my hand, nodding to the side and walking with me to a corner booth.

"You okay?"

He asked, pushing his hair out of his face. I shrugged.

"I don't know yet. I'm thinking now if it was there before or after I took a drink and that's sort of fucking me up. Like I don't feel weird or anything yet so I guess that's good."

He grabbed my hand in his and ran his thumb over it gently.

"We could go with you to the medics and see if there's anything in your system."

He offered. I just shook my head.

"No, I think I really just wanna head back to the hotel."

He nodded. That's when we heard the bell at the door ring, an officer walking in.

"I got a call about a disturbance?"

He asked, walking to the bar.

"Yeah, this prick tried to drug our friend."

Phil said angrily.

"And decked him."

Steve pointed out, the bit of dried blood under Phil's nose being fairly noticeable.

"Do you have proof?"

He asked, propping his hands on his waist. I was a little mad at that, but Rick stopped me before I could get up to tell him what I really thought of the situation.

"Yeah, this bullshit."

Sav said, pushing the cocktail to the cop. He looked down into it before picking it up and sniffing it.

"We all watched him do it."

Joe protested as he set the drink back down.

"Where you boys from?"

The officer asked and Joe just rolled his eyes.

"Across the pond sir."

I said firmly, standing and walking to them angrily.

"I've lived here my whole life officer, Dalton."

I said noting his name badge.

"They're with me. I've never had a problem like this until now. I'm just glad they caught him before I could drink whatever it is this man tried to drug me with."

I said sternly. The man just smirked to himself.

"He won't even drink it himself."

I pointed out.

"I can't do much other than take it in for testing. I can arrest him now on an assault charge for punching your friend but until the tests come back i can't do more."

I nodded.

"I'd feel safer knowing he wouldn't be able to do it to any other girls officer. Please. Whatever you can do."

He nodded, side stepping joe and cuffing the man.

"my partner will be back for the evidence."

He said, lifting the man off the stool and started walking with him

"Alright son, you have the right to remain silent..."

He started, reading him the rest of his rights as they made their way outside. Joe sat and sighed, finishing off the pint he'd asked for. I was surprised he'd drank it that fast.

"I'm so sorry Sarah."

I said, leaning into the bar.

"You have nothing to be sorry about darlin' if anything you should be out there demanding an apology from that Jack ass."

I laughed a little bit, tracing the wood outline of the lacquered bar top.

"im just thankful you guys caught him before someone got hurt."

joe looked at me like i was crazy.

"someone? hell y/n you couldve gotten hurt. he tried to drug you!"

he pointed out. all our heads turned as the officers partner came in with a container.

"this it?"

he asked and we all nodded as he picked up the whole glass and set it inside.

"are you the one who he tried to drug?"

he asked me and i nodded reluctantly.

"ill have to ask you some questions."

i sighed heavily.

"okay, i just want to get this over with but i didnt see what happened, they did."

he looked around at the guys.

"if i could get a statement from all of you that would be a big help."

they all nodded.

"whatever you need."

steve said, stepping in before any of them could say anything else.

"meet me outside?"

the officer asked and i nodded.

"well be right out, thanks."

i turned back to sarah as the man walked out.

"thanks again."

i handed her a twenty dollar bill and motioned for the guys to follow me. they all did so, walking to the door and out to the cop car where the man was sitting uncomfortably in the back. i just wanted this over with so i could go back to the hotel and relax. needless to say i wouldnt be drinking out for a while unless it was my own drink that i made and had a hand on, never once letting it out of my sight. and i think the boys could say the same.

[txemrn]

Catalyst

a Prequel to the Nanny Affair

Chapter 2: Covalence

Need to catch up? Chapter 1: Acquiesce

Rating: 18+ (Mature Audiences only)

Word count: 3255(+/-)

Warning: language; sexually suggestive language; mention of physical abuse, drug abuse, assault and adoption

"Alright, Pine Shadow family, here are your finalists!" Principal Larson's voice booms over the gym speakers. One would think he's announcing a night of rough and rumble with the WWE rather than announcing the award winners for a middle school science fair. Regardless, his enthusiasm is contagious much to the science departments delight. "Let's give them a big Wildcat round of applause for all of their hard work!"

As the audience abrupts into cheers, there she sits, melting into her chair as her knees bounce feverishly in fear. Her French-braided hair accompanies a denim headband, keeping the stray strands of brilliant wheat out of her gray eyes. Against her mother's disgust, she picks at the rubberbands attached to the hardware in her mouth. In her young 12-year-old mind, the audience seems to be doubling--no, tripling in size.

She worries if her hard work will payoff with a shiny blue ribbon--if any ribbon at all. Mrs. Ferguson and Coach Kincaid gave her nods of approval when she created elemental silver from the glucose mixture and Tollen's reagent-- who wouldn't be impressed with a 6th grader with an advanced passion for chemistry? But still, she worries.

"And," the principal continues, "our first place winner is--" The anticipation thickens the air as every movement seems to propel through space in slow motion. Like a dramatic montage of Rudy sacking the Georgia Tech quarterback to clutch the W for Notre Dame, or an injured Danny LaRusso crane-kicking Johnny Lawrence to become the All-Valley Karate Champion: this was her field; this was her stadium; this was her Hail Mary. All of the hours of research at the library; all of the frantic trips to the hobby store; the redundant presentation practices; the late evenings followed by the early mornings accompanied with the inevitable break downs. It all came down to this.

"Our first place winner is… Brynn Schuyler!" The applause is defeaning as time seems to stop. Did she hear the principal correctly? The name sounded very familiar--like her own name!

"Brynn Schuyler!" Did she really just win the coveted first place ribbon at the science fair? She froze, her tiny little body unable to process the abundance of emotion she was encountering all at once.

"Where is Brynn?" Outside of being gifted her hamster and her mom letting her wear clear lipgloss, this is the most incredible day of her life--

She feels a tap on her shoulder. "Ma'am?" The veiled-look from her eyes washes away; the clouds around her head vanish. Reality hits.  "Are you Brynn Schuyler?" She feels the warmth of rose flood over her fair complexion as the barista interrupts her morning ritual: reminiscing.

"Uh--yes," as she brushes her fingers over her brow, as if to create a shield to her embarrassment.

Smooth. Real smooth, Brynn.

She quickly brightens, extending her hands, "I'm sorry. That's--"

"Iced venti white mocha latte with a blueberry muffin… and two mini cinnamon maple scones?"

I don't know what would be nicer: reading out my order for everyone to hear or calling me a 'fatass'.

"--me. Yes, thank you," she whispers with gnashed teeth behind a courtesy grin. As she slithers back down into her seat at the local coffee house, Brynn hides the pastries in her backpack, keeping them well within her reach as she continues to work: scouring the wanted ads.

Next Tuesday makes four months of no job and no steady income. She has been on seven 'promising' interviews with no avail. She is able to keep her bill collector's away with her savings account, but even that was beginning to dwindle like her existence.

Brynn is a scientists, a chemist to be exact--or at least she was. Her love for science led her from the suburbs of 'the City of Brotherly Love' to the University of Massachusetts at Amherst where she studied education. Her dream was to impose the wonders of science on young minds as they experienced the physical world around them. But, after her personal observation of the devastation of Alzheimer's disease with her grandmother, she took an unexpected internship with the Massachusetts's Alzheimer's Disease Research Center. She realized she didn't want to just teach science; she wanted to do science. One Master's degree in Chemistry later, she was well on way to making a real difference in the world. Or so she thought.

'Benson's BBQ: Host needed'--maybe. 'Browning Steel: Welder with experience'--no. 'Bus Depot: driver wanted, great benefits'--no. 'Cutshall Clearance Store--stalker needed'-- surely they don't mean 'stalker', but they may need an ad editor.

She had scored the chance of a lifetime when she was hired on as one of the first female level I Chemists at the Lincoln Laboratory at MIT. She quickly graduated from fetching coffee, dry cleaning and business lunches for her superiors--also known as a research assistance--to finally being a project manager of her very own, very first multi-million dollar research study. But after twenty-months with no success, the funding was pulled on the project, the wind knocked out of her sails. The punches didn't stop there: her team of men threw her under the metaphorical bus and it was 'off with her head,' her moment of glory now over. She often feels foolish that she thought she could actually make a difference in the world; even worse, she felt agonizing guilt for being a woman that couldn't hang in a man's world, feeling as if she was responsible for a sudden shift backwards in equality.

'Danny's Barber Shop: receptionist'--maybe. 'Danny's Cake Decorating: baker'--no. 'Danny's XXX videos: call for details'-- uh, Mr. Danny has his dick in one too many pies.

Bzzt.

Saved by the text.

She giggles to herself in seeing she has a message from her roommate Jenny. Knowing that this is about to become a full-on text conversation, probably more suitable for an actual phone call, Brynn folds up her marked-up paper, and stretches her legs. She grabs her second scone, placing it into her mouth to hold as she piles her greasy hair into messy bun on top of her head, secured with a pen.

She swipes across her spider-cracked screen; the message: 'Turn around whore! ;-P'

"Brynny!" Brynn ducks as if she is about to be hit. "I thought that was your Corolla parked outside!"

"Jenny! You scared me!" She exhales loudly. "What are you doing awake? It's--" Brynn looks at her phone, "holy shit! Is it really almost noon?" She has no place to be; she just hates the feeling of time slipping by unnoticed, especially with her not being an active participant in life these days.

"I'm sorry, girl--"as she sits her coffee cup down at Brynn's commandeered table, "And you're right--I should probably still be asleep." She stifles a yawn, "I had a very busy night--"

"At the bar?" Brynn raises an eyebrow, "Or with Xavier?" her lips curling into a knowing grin.

Xavier is the first intact penis Jenny had ever been with--and she was loving it. It had been the topic of conversation during their 3AM chats this week, but when Jenny didn't come home from her shift at the bar last night, Brynn automatically knew Jenny must be exploring the new uncharted territory at his place.

"I didn't--I mean--" Jenny let's out a scoff. "Fine. Both."

A giddy Brynn scoots her chair closer. "Ooooo do tell."

"I--" Jenny pauses for dramatic effect, "happen to have a very--"

"Insatiable appetite? Ferocious needs?" Brynn giggles as she wraps her delicate fingers around her straw, gradually sliding them up and down its length.

Jenny clears her throat, straightening out her overall posture. "I was going to say, 'healthy sex life,' but since you have to be a thirsty bitch about it--" she leans in closely to Brynn, grabbing the remains of her scone. She flanges her lips around the breakfast pastry, fluttering her eyes closed, finally letting out a soft moan when she takes a nibble. "Oh honey, he was ferocious." She draws a sip from her hot coffee before lowering her voice. "And he satiated my appetite very… very… well."

Brynn jokingly sticks her fingers in her ears, pretending to be disgusted, yet squealing in excitement. Jenny playfully hits her arm as the two women uncontrollably giggle as they continue to enjoy each other's company.

Jenny Browder and Brynn Schuyler were a very unlikely pair. They met in undergrad in a entry-level sociology course during their first semester freshmen year. Of the two, Brynn was mature and focused, especially when it came to her education.  Often times, she had to be the voice of reason with a newly uncaged and untamed Jenny who was more concerned with socializing and drinking.

Jenny was brought up in a strict, Fundamentalist household, the kind that saw dancing and playing cards as evil. She somehow convinced her parents that God was calling her to attend UMass after a life-long career of being homeschooled. It was 'Goodbye, long dresses,' and, 'Hello, Bombshell Bra.'

She never returned back home. Even when she failed out after Sophomore year, she packed up her guitar and headed for Nashville to become a star. The two friends had quickly turned back into strangers.

Brynn will never forget they day Jenny stumbled back into her life. In the midst of grad school, Brynn had volunteered at a free/low-cost community health clinic offered to lower-socioeconomic families. Jenny was waiting outside the facility, chain-smoking her last four cigarettes. Brynn was unloading testing equipment when she recognized a very familiar purple butterfly tattoo.

"Jenny?" Hearing her name, she instantly responded. She looked so different--older even, weathered. Her once-lustrous auburn hair looked as if it hadn't seen a brush--or soap, for that matter-- in weeks. Her eyes had lost their glow, surrounded by gray bags. Even though she kept her arms crossed in an attempt to hide it, her stretched-tight shirt boasted a growing bump. But, perhaps the most bothersome was the severely picked scabs, scratches, and bruises, littering her entire body.

They made cordial small talk until Greg, her alcoholic and abusive fiancé, honked his horn from his rusty Ford Ranger, notifying Jenny it was time to leave. Before she could run out on her again, Brynn quickly dug a pen and Post-It pad from her white coat, and wrote down her cell number. Truth be told, she never expected her to call.

Two o'clock in the morning about 3 months later, Jenny called. In his usual anger fueled by Wild Turkey, Greg had beaten her and forced himself on her until he passed out from the exhaustion of his stuper. But, something was different this night; something snapped in Jenny's brain. Enough. Her body was frail and bleeding; but her spirit was kindled, coming alive with courage, telling her she was not broken, telling her to fight.  Fueled with what could easily be described as courage--or insanity--she stole $12 from his wallet and packed an old duffle bag with a change of clothes and a water-stained Post-It note.

At a gas station outside of Boston, Brynn picked up a very pregnant Jenny. They sat in the darkness, the cabin filled with silence and stillness; but the conversation was loud and clear: Jenny was terrified. Terrified to talk, terrified to act, terrified of her past and terrified to even imagine a future. Brynn reached over and grabbed Jenny's hand as they both quietly sobbed. They weren't freshmen anymore.

All of a sudden in the quietness of the car amongst all of the chaos, a baby began to dance. Waves and ripples fluttered across Jenny's abdomen; flips and tumbles quickly ensued, becoming stronger and stronger. They took her breath away for a moment, but quickly returned in the form of tiny giggles.  Brynn's eyes sparkle with wonder as she gently places her hand on her friend's belly, gently rubbing circles with her thumb and fingers. Jenny places both her hands on Brynn's, guiding her around her bump, occasionally pressing deeply until finally they are greeted with a kick.

For the first time in a long time, Jenny wasn't terrified. Her head wasn't pounding from an incessant ache, a craving for just one more hit. Her body was breathing, healing in between the throws. For the first time in a long time, Jenny had clarity. And she was ready to talk.

Jenny got the necessary help she needed. She spent time at a battered women's shelter where she was safe and protected; she was able to receive prenatal care and some deeply therapeutic counseling. She even painfully detoxed from her methamphetamine addiction. But her biggest victory:  she was beginning to forgive herself, allowing herself to heal.

Six weeks later, a very round and overdue Jenny gave birth to a beautiful red-headed,  9 pound 8 ounce boy. Her heart swelled with love--a love she had never experienced before--as they placed him right on her bare chest. Overcome with joy and tears, the new mom kept him safe and sound, snuggled in a blue receiving blanket in her healing arms. She had already missed so much--she didn't want to miss another moment: she wanted to remember how his chunky cheeks felt against her lips as she kissed him. She wanted to remember the gentle smell he had after his first bath. She wanted to remember that tiny, fierce grip around her finger, a grip that would extend past her finger and right around her heart. A grip that would never let go, even well-after she laid him into his new mother's arms.

Jenny Browder is the strongest woman Brynn knows--and probably will every know. Even while she was still rummaging through the train-wreck that was her former life, Jenny had the selfless spirit of a saint and the bravery of the finest medieval warrior. She had nothing of value to her name except for her battered heart; but being the mother of all mother's, she gave her last possession away. She knew that in order to give her son the world, she had to place him in a new world.

Jenny celebrated five years of sobriety last month, and has empowered many women throughout the New England area with her story, speaking at meetings and volunteering part-time at a crisis center. She reconnected with her cousin Sean and his husband Charlie a few years back; feeling a pull to be near family, she moved to Newark, a few blocks away from the happy couple.  She now has a home--an apartment--of her own, a car, and a steady income, bartending at a local, lively bar called Annex. As an added benefit, she also gets to perform twice a month with the house band. Going back to school might even be in her future; but for now, she is happy to be living life again--even if that meant hosting a squatter on her couch in the form of her best friend.

"Any luck on the job front?"

Brynn blows a raspberry with pressed lips in her exacerbation.  "Well, today's options include wearing daisy duke's at a BBQ joint, or becoming a baker--possible porn star--with a man named Danny--"

Jenny laughs, "Ewww, gross. Do I even want to--"

Brynn waves her hand in front of her face, erasing the air of the horrid idea, even if it was a joke.

"Well, the perfect job is out there."

Yeah, yeah, yeah…

Brynn sighs, "Oh, Jen, you have to say that--"

Before she can hang her head down,  Jenny interrupts the pity party, grabbing the remains of massacred muffin from Brynn's hand. "No, I don't. And believe me--" She stares warmly into Brynn's stormy eyes, "You are a catch. You are one in a million--"

"Are we still talking about jobs, or--"

"The perfect job is out there for you--trust me! We are one day closer to it." Not missing a beat, "Speaking of which--" Jenny rocks back and forth in excitement as her heart-shaped lips spread into a smile.

Oh, God…

"What are you doing tonight?" The words almost slur together like a waterfall crashing out of her mouth.

Don't invite me out. Don't invite me out.

"I think I'm gonna--you know--stay in, order out. Look for more jobs--"

"And feel sorry for yourself?"

Damnit, she's good.

Brynn sighs deeply as she lays her head down on her crossed arms.

"Well, it's a good thing we're not going out. You are just--" she lies, "accompanying me to work--"

"Jenny!"

"Brynny," Jenny fires back as both women compete in a staring--moreso glaring contest. She gives in first to the silly gesture, her look warming with affection. "Look, I-I know things have been have sucked recently--"

That's an understatement.

"You need this. It's time to join the world again. You can't just stay cooped up in the apartment all the time--"

"Um," Brynn clears her throat. "I do believe I am in a coffee shop right now." She smirks while delicately fanning her arms out in the air, as if she was showcasing a brand new car on a game show.

"C'mon, girl," Jenny whines, "You know what I mean. Just come up to the bar. Sit and talk with me. Keep me company. Meet some of my regulars. You will feel so much better about yourself--"

"You know I have nothing to wear."

12 pounds, fucking 12 pounds, and my entire wardrobe seems to have shrunk overnight.

"We'll figure something out--I promise! C'mon!" Jenny quickly bounds to the door with a sluggish Brynn in tow. "Besides," Jenny whirls around to continue, "You have a lot of miles left in this thing--" spanking Brynn's butt. Reflexively, Brynn immediately shields her pained bottom, her mouth gaping open. Jenny continues. "I've gotch'ya with shots all night. At least come window shop--it's Thursday night, which means the corporate hotties are shopping for some young ass--"

"Oh, yes. Because a one-night-stand and a raging case of chlamydia will cure my problems--"

"Hey, a shot in the ass, and you're good as new," Jenny jokes, making her apprehensive bestie crack a smile. "That's why I said, 'window shop.' Plus they're rich and love flaunting that they are rich. So--" Jenny shrugs her shoulders, "More free drinks for you!"

Brynn folds her arms across her chest, averting her gaze into the bustling traffic. She starts chewing on the sides of her mouth while letting out a long-winded sigh, clearly uncomfortable with the whole idea. The fact is she was embarrassed of herself, of what had become of her life. There she was, merely existing, living on her best friend's couch with no prospects--job-wise and love-wise. And now that her former-slender body sprung unwelcomed curves, she feels more comfortable in hiding--from the world, and from herself.

Jenny steps back out of her black sedan. She pushes her sunglasses back into her short hair, the sunshine illuminating her scarlet layers. She places her hands on her hips as she silently challenges her friend to a battle of wills.

Brynn feels her piercing gaze, but she can't bring her self to match it. Jenny never pushes her to do anything--and now, all she wants to do is help pull her depressed house-guest out of her mucky misery. And Brynn knows that she will be grateful for the night, especially tomorrow morning. She just needed the little shove.

Brynn breaks their silence with a long, drawn out sigh. "Okay."

"Yes, yes, yes!" squeals Jenny. She slides back into the driver's seat, adjusts her sunglasses and bellows across the parking lot: "Get in loser! We're going shopping!"

Brynn could only hope it was for a new life.

@choicesficwriterscreations​ 

[bucketofcowboys]

Anyways so here's a fic I made about my RDR OC Kathren Whiteman. (I probably won’t elaborate too much on her after this fic because honestly RDR OC culture scares me)

Also Arthur’s age in this is 12 because I headcannon he joined the gang around then. (thank you @wynkenblynken​ for that headcannon <3)

Words: 3,386

Warnings: No real warnings. Just some OC and kid Arthur content.

The local saloon was much like any other you could find in any old town in the west. Loose wooden doors that would swing open freely at the slightest push and old oak floorboards that would give an awful groan whenever a heavy boot would press down on it. It even had round wooden tables that were chipped at the sides and covered in scratches and booze stains on the top. At this time of day the saloon was pretty empty. Most of the people inside were eating a freshly bought meal from the bartender and few actually had drinks in their hands. The hot noon sun beat down on the dusty roads outside and rays of sun that cast down through the front windows of the saloon gave a lazy heat. 

The splintered wooden door at the front of the saloon gently swung open and a woman walked through. Not wanting to linger in the doorway for too long, she headed straight for the bar. The copper spurs she wore on the heel of her dust stained boots rang with each step she took. She inspected the seats by the bar and made sure to sit on the one that had the least amount of splinters. 

The bartender was an older gentleman. Crows feet fell upon the crease of his eyes and the laugh lines around his mouth framed his curled mustache. His hair was short, dark, and was pomaded into a fashionable slicked back look. His eyes were a silvery gray and they had a kind quality to them. When the bartender noticed the woman he turned his attention to her. At first he was a bit taken aback by her appearance. It definitely wasn't...traditional. She wore a cowboy's clothing and her hair wasn't pinned up. Instead it hung loosely and was short enough to barely touch her shoulders. The man got over his momentary shock in a moment, putting on a sweet and slightly awkward smile as he looked up at the odd woman. 

"Can I help you ma'am?" He asked. His crows feet deepened as he smiled.

"Yeah. I'm fixin' for somethin' to eat." She offered a small crooked smile up at the bartender. Her hands rested on the bar and relaxed across them as if she was aching to feel the coolness of its surface. The man nodded and his eyes stared up at the ceiling for a moment as if he was recollecting something. 

"Today we have...beef and fish stew and uhh..." he paused for a moment, "Oh! And oatmeal. All for three dollars." 

"Beef stew sounds good." She retracted from her position on the bar so she would reach into the small leather coin purse that hung from the side of her belt. Another odd thing about the woman. She had holsters. One on each side of her hips and both holding old dirty revolvers. Heavily used ones at that. The man's silvery eyes immediately left the holsters when suddenly the woman slid a few worn dollars his way. His faked out smile soon returned as he took the money.

"I'll have that right out for you." 

"Thank you kindly." He then turned to grab the hot stew she ordered. 

As she waited for him to prepare her meal her eyes left the man and instead were attracted to the window. The sunlight that came through the glass stained the floor with a white glow. Where the rays were visable coming in it made it easy to see the dust that flew carelessly through the air. She found herself a bit distracted as she watched the swirling particles as they lazily floated through the light. So distracted that, when she felt a sharp tug on her belt it took her a few seconds to process what had happened. When her eyes shot down to where she felt the tug she was greeted by a child, seeming to he around ten or twelve, pulling on her coin bag until the strings untied from her leather belt.

As soon as she processed what had happened and went to grab at the little thief it was already too late. He had the purse held tight in his hands and was bolting away towards the door of the saloon. She quickly shot up from her chair and slipped in the process. Luckily the woman caught herself and fixed her footing before she could fall on the hard ground. As soon as she was back in balance she began to run after the boy who she saw sprinting out the door out of the corner of her eye. 

"Hey!" She called after the boy. She ran down the steps that lead to the saloon door and out onto the dusty street. Passersby turned their head to watch the scene as she chased the young boy. "Come back here!" Her call seemed desperate. Everything she had was in that coin purse. She wasn't giving up on this chase. The boy tried to make an easy escape, squeezing between two men walking in the street in an attempt to slow his chaser down. When she came up upon the men she pushed past them, mumbling a rushed sorry before continuing the chase. 

It took a few minutes and a couple of angry townspeople before finally she had chased him into an alleyway between the local store and the gunshop. The alleyway was narrow and only had one opening, and that was the opening where the woman was standing. The perpetrator kept running down the alleyway anyways, thinking wishfully that maybe he could find some sort of escape at the end. But all he found were the shadows that the two tall buildings cast into the small space. The woman's chest was heaving heavily now as she breathed and made a slow walk down the alleyway to trap the boy. She had chased people before, but they weren't usually spry young boys. She would much prefer chasing down run down middle aged men. At least they would be just as tired as she was at this point. 

"You're a...fast runner....kid." She mumbled out between heavy breaths. The boy had pushed himself deep into the shadowy back corner of the alleyway. He clutched her coin purse close to his chest, as if loosening his grip at all would cause it to disappear entirely. He said nothing though, the only noise coming from him being his small labored breaths.

The woman had a good look at him now. Her previous assumption about him was right, he did seem to be about ten or twelve and he was skinny. Way too skinny than he should be. His skin was tanned and his cheeks and forehead were covered with blotchy red burns that looked hot to the touch. His unruly hair was a dark shade of blonde and it stuck to his forehead in dark patches as he sweated under the sweltering sun. His eyes were green and blue, like a river dipping between a luscious green valley. Though his eyes had such vivid colors they seemed dulled by the loneliness that hid behind them. She recognized those eyes. They were so familiar to her. 

The boy expected the woman to hurt him. Take her coin purse back before kicking his head in and leaving him bloodied and bruised for what he did. He was sure he deserved it. Usually he would just snatch a dollar or two from the back pocket of some drunk fool at the tavern, but this time he was too desperate and too ballsy and decided to go for the coin purse. He wasn't proud of what he had done, he doesn't like stealing, but it was what he needed to do to survive. He sat in the corner of the alleyway, shrinking himself up in a foolish attempt to hide himself from the woman. He was scared. His breathing became more and more rapid the closer she came and tears pricked at the edge of his eyes as he sucked in the painfully dry air around him. He expected rage, violence, pain. But none of it came.

Instead the woman kneeled down onto one knee about two feet away from the boy and she looked down at him with a soft look in her deep brown eyes. A look of sympathy. A look of knowing. 

"What's your name?" Her voice was soft as she spoke to him and her gaze was steady. It was almost as if she was trying to tame a wild animal. Build its trust. The boy was confused by her soft approach, and he stayed silent for a few moments to process everything. The woman stayed patient until his small weak voice finally broke from his throat.

"Arthur." His voice was raspy as if the desert air had weathered it down. The woman gave a slow nod and offered a kind smile.

"Arthur. Like king Arthur?" She mused, but when the boy answered her question only with a look of confusion she quickly left the subject. "I'm Kathren." Again, he didn't respond. She took the opportunity to take a step towards him. But as soon as she did he flinched back. She quickly took a step back again when she saw that flinch. "Well, Arthur, you have my money and I would really like to have it back." She said slowly. 

Arthur quickly took the coin bag and threw it at the ground between them. He thought that maybe if he just listened to everything she said for him to do she'd leave him alone. Kathren's eyes flickered away from Arthur for a moment to focus on the coin bag. She then took a few cautious steps forwards before she grabbed the coin purse. She took a few seconds to fasten it back on the side of her belt, this time with a much tighter knot, and then focused her attention back on the boy. 

"Where are your parents?" She asked him. He averted his eyes from her to look down at the dirt ground. A dull, aching stare. No answer left his lips, but that reaction was enough for her to realize what he meant. A deep frown made its way onto her features and the sympathy behind her eyes only grew. She took a slow step forward until there was only a foot between them, he pushed himself hard against the brick walls of the alleyway when she did. "I ain't gonna hurt you kid, calm down." She paused for a moment before speaking again, "Let me buy you a meal. You look skinny as hell and I ain't one to let a kid go starving." Along with her offer she offered her hand to him to help him up from the alleyway floor. 

He stared at her hand for a few moments as he contemplated if he should accept her offer or not. He was starving, and there was no way he could lie about that. He hadn't eaten in days and the excruciating pain in his stomach made his decision easy. He took her hand and she pulled him up to his feet. Once he was up Kathren nodded towards the exit of the alleyway before beginning to head towards the main road that was still brightly lit by the smoldering sun. It was a great contrast from the cool shadows of the book she and Arthur found themselves in. 

Arthur hesitated before he began to follow Kathren. His brain was telling him that this wasn't a good idea. That maybe she was just leading him to a quiet place to snuff him out. But at this point his hunger was dictating his actions. He ached to have some form of food and if she was willing to offer it he was going to follow like a moth drawn to a flame. He followed her from a small distance, about three feet between them. He looked around nervously at the people that were congregating in the main streets of the town. They all seemed to be looking their way with puzzled expressions clear on their faces. Arthur was just as confused as them if he was being perfectly honest. He didn't understand why this Kathren lady was being so kind to him.

Kathren and Arthur were soon walking up the steps that lead into the saloon they had just left. Kathren pushed open the front door that freely flung open wide. As she walked in she checked behind her to see if Arthur was still following her. She had a bit of a look of surprise when she realized he was still trailing behind her. They walked up to the bar and the bartender perked up when he noticed the woman was back from her chase, not noticing the boy that had trailed after her. 

"I hope you got your money back. That little thief has been terrorizing the fine men that utilize my tavern and he's been scaring off customers. The little bastard..." he said to her before realizing that there was a second, much shorter figure with her. His mustache twitched as he leaned over the bar to get a better look and when he was greeted by none other than the thief he spoke of. He offered a nervous smile to the boy. 

"Can I get the stew I paid for and uh..." she paused to reach into her coin purse once more and brought out three more dollars, "An oatmeal for the kid?" She slid the money towards the bartender and he stared up at her with an unreadable look before he finally took the cash.

"I uh--alright." His bushy eyebrows were furrowed, but he did his job and turned to make their meals. 

Kathren turned back to look at Arthur. He was giving her a wide eyed look. Unsure of her motives but still satisfied with the fact that she wasn't lying to him about the food. She offered him a friendly smile.

"Come on." She nodded her head towards one of the smaller tables in the saloon that had two chairs facing each other. They both sat down at the table and soon enough they both had full bowls of their respective dishes hot and steaming in front of them. When Arthur began to eat Kathren could only compare the ferociousness of how he gobbled up the oatmeal to a cougar she saw ripping a jack rabbit to shreds a while back. He didn't even pause to take a breath as he shoved spoonfuls of oatmeal into his gullet on for a moment she swears she saw his face tint a slight purple.

"Christ kid, slow down." She grunted, causing the kid to look up from his bowl and at her. His cheeks were filled up with food and he looked a sight. "You're gonna give yourself a bad stomach ache and you'll be hacking up everythin' you just stuffed your mouth with." She scolded him, and he actually listened to her. He sat up in his seat and took a moment to chew the rest of the food in his mouth and made sure to take the next few bites slow. She watched him for a few moments before she started on her own food. After a few moments of silent eating finally the kid spoke one again for the first time since they left the alleyway. 

"Thank you..." his voice was soft and his eyes were glued on his oatmeal. He quickly shoved another spoonful into his mouth. Kathren glanced up at him and chuckled. 

"Like I said, I ain't one to leave a kid to starve." Arthur finally glanced up and caught her eyes. They were a deep soulful brown that were strangely comforting. Comforting in a way Arthur quite liked. 

"...why?" Kathren had to pause for a moment to process his question, as if contemplating something.

"I suppose...cause I was like you once. Starvin' on the street, alone without my parents, stealin' whatever I could get my hands on..." She trailed off and looked off into the distance for a moment before her eyes flickered back to the boy, "That ain't no way of life, now is it?" He shook his head in agreement.

"Your parents are dead too?" Kathren gave a nod. "Did you like em'?" Kathren perked up at the question, having to think for a moment before she spoke again. 

"I liked my Mama. She was brave and beautiful and kind...everything I wanna be." She reached her hand into the space between her button up and her neck. She pulled out a small copper coin pendant that was around her neck and she pulled it forwards to show Arthur. "This was hers. I always kept it cause' it reminded me of her. My pa on the other hand..." she tucked the pendant back under her shirt, "He was an awful man. I didn't like him much. What about you?" Arthur seemed a little surprised when the question was put back onto him.

"Well...I guess we're kind of the same? I quite liked my ma. My father...he was okay I guess. I didn't hate him but..." he trailed off before his eyes met Kathrens, "He wasn't a good man." The look in his eyes spoke numbers on how he felt about that. He didn't seem like he liked that fact but at the same time that same knowing look was there. Kathren let out a laugh. A laugh that seemed so heartfelt that it honestly surprised Arthur.

"I guess me and your pa got somethin' in common." Arthur's brows furrowed at that.

"What do you mean you've got something in common?"

"We both're bad."

"You don't seem that bad. I mean...you helped me." 

"I can be kind and still be bad." She chuckled but the boy was frowning. A few moments of silence fell between them. Kathren took a few more slurps of her stew and soon enough her bowl was as empty as Arthur's. The boy was now pensively looking out the window as he waited for her to finish. She was the one who broke the silence again. 

"Y'know...I could help you. I have a camp a little ways outside of town. We can give you food, water, a home." Arthur seemed to perk up as she spoke and her lips twitched up into a smile when she noticed his interest, "I camp with some real nice people too. A bit rowdy, but they're kind souls. I think Hosea'd probably like you..." she whispered that last part. Arthur seemed to be leaning over the table now.

"All of that for free?" He asked and she shook her head, his face immediately fell.

"No, not for free. But you don't pay with money." Arthur looked confused,  "Just loyalty." 

"Loyalty?"

"Mhm." She hummed back as if it was obvious what she meant. When she saw the lost look in his eyes she realized maybe she was assuming too much of the boy. "You're fast, small, and willin' to steal from others. You'd be the perfect bait for a good couple of robberies." She explained to him. Now he was starting to get it. "We give you the essentials, you steal us money." Arthur had an intense look on his face as he thought for a moment, weighing his options.

"Okay." He finally said.

"Okay?"

"Okay. I'll do it." That same kind smile from before fell onto Kathren's lips when he finally agreed. Like she had won a prize. The way she saw it she just saved a life and got them some good bait for robbing. She knew it would take Dutch and Hosea some convincing to take the kid in but they could be influenced.

"Well, Arthur..." she stood from her seat and offered the boy a hand to shake, "Congratulations,  you are now the newest member of the Van Der Linde gang." Arthur stared at her hand for a few moments before finally he reached out his own and took hers in a firm, or at least as firm as a twelve year old boy could manage, handshake. 

This was definitely the start of something great. Kathren could feel it in her gut.

[ficsainty]

[NCT] Johnny Suh.

Simple Little Things.

part 1

This is a work of fiction. Anything that is being written here shouldn't be compared to real life incidents.

"yeah, and one more order of a large pizza with extra cheese and please don't add any pepperonis." you added to your order while holding the phone between your shoulder and ear.

"Okay, ma'am, I will read out your order. So one Filet mignon which is medium rare, one bottle of Sauvignon blanc wine, and a pizza with extra cheese and no pepperonis, am I right ma'am?"

"yes yes you are, so how much does it cost?"

"yes let me do the calculations, mmm it'll cost about 850$ in total, shall I proceed?"

"yes go ahead"

"Kindly provide me your name and address ma'am"

"Okay it's (Y/n) Suh, 27 S State S, Monroe, Chicago"

"Thankyou ma'am, you may expect a delivery in about 40 minutes maximum".

"Thank you for your service"

"No mention ma'am, have a good day. Phone again at Sidebar Grille!",

The employee hung up only for you to replay what she said in the end.

'huh I can call again only if I'm alive after this'

"Finally",You breathe out

"My last meal I guess", Your voice trailed as you laid your back on the soft mattress of the bed.

A lot happened in that awful life of yours. Nothing went the way you hoped it to. Losing hope was one thing but having no hope to even begin with was another.

"Perhaps next time, if reincarnation is a thing then I wish to be born as one of them",You giggled pointing towards all the handsome men in the poster of your all-time-favourite band, NCT.

"But bleh my soul inside the body of that masterpiece? nah I don't wanna do Mark dirty like that".

Thinking about this,  you knew you were doing something unforgivable and how much the pain of your death would linger around people.

But no matter how much you tried deciding against the idea of taking your own life, no reason seems to stand out to why you shouldn't.

You had no rent or loans to pay off, no extra hours at work, no lack of money, no lack of friends, no lack of love then why were you deciding to do this?

It's because you did'nt have anything to live for. Nothing more or new  to see. The thrill of what might  happen to you after death seemed much more inviting than a perfectly normal life.

Lost in the cloud of  thoughts that flooded your head you heard the faint sound of the doorbell ringing.

You jolted up from bed knowing it's the delivery guy. Grabbing your purse, you ran downstairs to open the door to get the delivery.

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"yes I'm coming!", You shouted quickening your pace.

You opened the door to reveal the guy who had your dear food in his rather large and veiny palms.

"hey", he said then looked down on the reciept and looked back at me.

"(y/n) Suh?", he asked

"yes and you?", you legit mentally facepalmed at yourself for literally asking his name, but you can't help it, you had award winning socialising skills.

He looked confused for a millisecond before he replied.

"ahh!, Sorry, I'm Johnny Suh and your total is $850, ms. Suh", he said politely.

"ookay, let me get my change", you got your purse and handed over the money to this handsome creation of a man here, not gonna lie, he was really cute.

"Thankyou ma'am", He said as he flashed you what seemed like a forced smile as he hands over your bag of food.

It wasn't that Johnny was annoyed or frustrated at you, but more like he was tired, he's been delivering packages for like the whole day now so he could save some money up to buy his sister a present. So he was just tired.

He bowed and walked towards his bike, which was nostalgic to you because no one really bows here in America.

You were almost gonna close the door when you realised that you forgot to tip the handsome guy.

'might as tip him a couple extra dollars since he looks overworked', you thought as you grabbed you purse again and ran towards him.

"Excuse me? Johnny?", you tapped his shoulders as his back was facing you.

"I forgot to tip you", you started to dig into your purse, while Johnny pulled the stand back on his bike and waited.

"here", you said as you handed him a total of $500

His eyes widened as he looked at the money. It didn't happen always, that someone would even tip him let alone a $500 for delivering food.

Heck even his weekly pay didn't come close to that so it was natural for him to be taken back a bit by her offer.

"wait are you sure? that's a lot for a tip..", his voice trailed slowly as he held the bills.

You shrugged, "yeah but pays to be hardworking now doesn't it?" you gave him a smile and turned around and walked towards the door.

From the corner of your eyes you did see his lips curl up into a loving smile and knowing that you did one thing right before dying, made your feel more than elated.

"well guess I'm gonna drink my night away", you exclaimed to yourself as you popped open the bottle of your fancy Sauvignon blanc.

One the other side of the page, Johnny was driving back to the restaurant.

Usually the last delivery he makes would always end up into a fiasco of turning up at the wrong door because of it being really late at night and him not being able to find the right door number and ends up getting yelled at by the customer because of the order being delivered after a long wait.

But today it's was different. Not only he turned up at the right door but the woman who lived there was kind enough to offer him such huge sum of dollar bills as a reward for working his ass off.

He was beaming but at the same time he felt a bit guilty for judging her during his way to deliver her food because most of the rich folks were extremely rude to him. But he got to give it to you for taking the chance and ask his name like that. Your embarrassed face was enough for him to drop the 'all rich Americans are karens' thought he had.

After dropping the bike back at the Sidebar Grille, The walk back home from the restaurant was gleeful for Johnny.

Of course he didn't tell the staff there about the tip he got because it's kind of against the restaurant policy to suck such huge sum of tips from customers.

Also because the manager was a jerk and would obviously get a more than half share from the tip because he 'manages' the worker

plus he finally joined up enough money to buy his sister a pretty decent quality laptop as she is starting college next week.

He couldn't help but feel indebted to you.

"Thankyou so much, Ms. Suh, I really hope you live a long and happy life", he said through his smile as he hopped along the dimly lit night roads of Chicago.

Perhaps that short but sincere prayer of his worked wonders in your life. It's always magical when it's sincere.

[cats-soft-sanctuary]

Modern AU: Arthur Morgan x Reader

This is a modern AU where Arthur Morgan is a barista at your local coffee shop 

I hope you guys enjoy, and i’m always open to criticism as this is my first written work going for other eyes to see. 

Thank you, enjoy! 

Every day before heading to work, you always had to stop somewhere and get something to drink, whether it be coffee, tea, or a smoothie, it simply depended on your tastes that day, as well as your budget. Of course, you could always go to top chains such as Starbucks, but your loyalty to your favorite coffee shop - and your wallet, always brought you back to the same place you've been going to for about a year now. You became such a friendly face to see come and go, and the barista who worked there seemed to always know your tastes before you do. It was almost like a routine. One morning, you came in and your hair was just ever so slightly out of place, and the barista grinned, and started mixing up a batch of your favorite coffee, before you even had a word out of your mouth. Or when you'd stop in after work on a hot Wednesday afternoon, the barista would immediately make you a nice smoothie to calm your frayed nerves, and let you rest on the couch and watch some kids play board games. The shop was minute and comfortable, with the walls being a soft beige color, paintings hanging across the wall to draw in some color. Fairy lights hung from the ceiling, in a fashion that wasn't over the top, but instead, it always drew you in with the pleasant round shape, fitting any kind of aesthetic. At night was when they shined best, emitting a warm glow that would promptly soothe any oncoming customers coming in after work when the sky was turning dark. But today was different. You walked in, and instead of seeing your usual barista's sweet and friendly smile, you were greeted with another person, with a calm smile. His eyes were focused on the lady before you, a certain kindness held in the bluish green orbs that almost pulled your feet before your brain could understand what was going on. The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly, showing a bit of his age, even with such a calm and delicate smile. His face was nearly-neatly shaved, only a little stubble there, which for most men it made them look exhausted, but on this man, it was as if God looked down and smiled, and decided that this angel of a man should have the perfect amount of stubble to make any girl swoon. His light blue dress shirt clung to his body in a gentle mix of form fitting and soft looseness around his hips, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows in a casually cute fashion. You could tell he was wearing some dark jeans, which he somehow pulled them off perfectly to match the professionalism look he was going for. To tie everything together, he was wearing a light gray apron above it all, with the store’s name printed onto it.

"Ma'am?" A gentle voice called out before you, and only now did you realize that the lady before had moved, and the man was calling out to you now. As your cheeks started to burn, you stepped forward and ordered your normal coffee- which you suddenly decide you didn't actually need. Your heart already seemed to be racing, and you didn't really need coffee to add onto that. But you didn't say anything, already feeling as if you've complicated the man too much, even though the truth was far from that. The man chuckled softly, the sound light and airy, perhaps even a little musky, and it almost seemed as if it didn't belong to him. You even glanced to the side to see if anyone else had been laughing, before resting your eyes on him to confirm the truth. "Is your name (Y/N) perhaps?" He asked, his eyes shining with a bit of intrigue as his head tilted slightly, his hands grabbing a cup to write your order on it. A momentary expression of shock crossed your face, and suddenly for a moment you became more nervous than before. As if noticing your expression, his expression softened, his eyelids lowering slightly as he looked at how your face showed your emotion, his lip ever so slightly tilting down. "The owner told me who you were, said you were a regular. I recognized the coffee order she told me about." He said, his tone showing his worry that he had frightened you, and even a bit of embarrassment mixed in as well. Upon his explanation, you seemed to relax, a smile creeping up your face. "Yes, that's me." You said, your shoulders slumping into a relaxed state, not even having realized before how tense they had been since you walked in. The smile on the man's face widened upon seeing yours, a memory that, unbeknownst to you, he'd keep under lock and key. "My name is Arthur Morgan. It's nice to meet you, ma'am." He said, and with that, he finally began to brew your coffee. The sweet smell of caramel filled your nose, causing you to bite your bottom lip in attempts to hide the smile as you watched Arthur delicately work the machine, seeing his expression contort to one of pure focus, yet almost seemed calming. His eyes were squinting, as if he was focused on one thing only, and that was your coffee. Wishing to perfect it for you, with the perfect amount of sugar, cream, and everything you desired. You noticed quickly that despite a sight many would consider mundane, your heart decided that this scene, was your favorite amongst many others. Seeing a man who looked like he could be a complete womanizer, making your coffee. It was also the fact that he wasn't a womanizer that intrigued you. Arthur seemed like a man who didn't realize how many women he could have if he wanted, in fact, you felt somewhere deep inside you that this man didn't even know his self worth. But it was too early to actually tell if that statement was true. "Here you go. That'll be $2." Arthur said, handing the coffee to you. "Can you try it and make sure it's good?" He asked once you took the warm cup, your fingertips brushing softly against his. As he requested, you brought the cup to your lips and took a sip, your eyes flickering to his while your taste buds tried to figure out if the drink was either too sweet, or too bitter. Arthur seemed a bit nervous, and you noticed he bit his lip ever so slightly that you almost didn't see it. However, once you put the cup down and a bright smile came across your features, a spark of joy crossed his expression. "The best I've had so far." You said, your tone sweet and genuine. You were actually telling the truth, however, if it was because of the maker, you weren't sure. "I'm glad." Arthur said with a sheepish grin, his eyes flickering down to the counter as a light red tint came up in his cheeks, appreciating the compliment. "It was really nice to meet you, Mr. Morgan." You said, handing him the two dollars, as well as another two dollar tip. "I hope we meet again soon." You said, brushing a bit of your (h/c) hair back, smiling softly. "I hope so too." He said, those beautiful blue eyes locking with your (e/c) ones, and for a moment, a connection began. It wasn't until you felt compulsed to move due to another person arriving behind you, that you forced yourself to break the connection.

"Have a nice day." You shyly said, your cheeks rising to your smile as gave a sheepish wave with your free hand, and headed to the door. "Hey, (y/n?)" Arthur called out before you could step out, peaking your interest as you looked back. "Yeah?" "Call me Arthur." He said, and for some reason, a bubbly feeling grew in your stomach. How could such a simple encounter leave you dreading work, but for the wrong reason. The reason being that you wish you could stay and chat with the man you met only a few minutes ago. Your smile grew wider, a soft laugh passing your lips. With a happy sigh, you nodded to him. "Sure thing, Arthur." With that, you turned the silver handle and hopped out onto the streets, the sky painted a beautiful orange and pink, eager to wake up the rest of the world. You squinted your eyes as you looked up to the beautiful colors, the smile you had given Arthur remaining.

Today, was going to be a good day.

[rosemary-morgan]

Arthur Morgan X F.Reader: The shadows of my past - Part 2

Hello dear friends ;) Here comes the second part of “The shadows of my past”

I want to thank everyone, for the likes, reblogs and comments. Thank you very much, dear ones!!! ❤️ ❤️

Please excuse some mistakes. English isn´t my native language

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The shadows of my past - Part 2

"Hi, Arthur." "Charles." Arthur gave a friendly smile to the tall man as he sat down beside him by the fire. Charles had seen immediately that Arthur was trapped deep in his thoughts. Which was normal, of course, but in the last few days, Arthur seemed very sad. Between Charles and Arthur, a deep friendship had developed. Charles was a nice person and when Arthur talked to someone about his feelings, then to Charles. "You alright, Charles?" "Sure, but you don´t seem to be doing well. What's wrong with you my friend?" Arthur looked at Charles speechless. His friend missed nothing and Arthur had to sigh softly. He clasped his hands together and looked down. "I, um..." Arthur cleared his throat and looked back at Charles. He waited patiently for a response from the young man. "I met a young woman and her son a few days ago." In itself, it had been a nice encounter and Arthur could think of nothing more than this encounter. But at the same time, it brought back the terrible memory that hurt him so much. For years Arthur had held them back and now they collapsed over him. And Arthur couldn´t handle that. "They were very friendly to me, to a strange man they didn´t know at all and yet they treated me like I was part of their family." Charles smiled when he heard that. "Well, that's a good thing, Arthur! But it's not what makes you so sad, is it?" Again Arthur sighed and he looked into the crackling fire. He had to swallow hard and he was silent for a moment. "This boy... he reminds me of my son Isaac..." Charles looked at Arthur and he was very confused. He didn´t know that Arthur had a son. Charles was speechless and he didn´t dare to ask what that meant. So the young man waited for Arthur's words. "I once had a family Charles..."

When Arthur met his eyes, Charles had to swallow hard. He had never seen Arthur so sad and hurt before. He clearly sees in the eyes of this man how badly hurt his soul was. There had to be a painful story behind his words. "But I wasn´t there for them and I didn´t care enough about Isaac and his mother. I... failed, Charles." The first tears burned in Arthur's eyes and he gasped hard. "I... couldn´t save them. They were murdered, Charles! For a few bucks... for a few dollars, goddamnit!" Arthur buried his face in his hands and Charles now understood why Arthur had retired so much in the last few days. Charles would never understand the pain Arthur was going through. A heavy burden was on Arthur's shoulders, and with that guilt, he bore it was even harder for him. "I can´t forget Isaac! In the last few days, I've seen his face clearly in front of me!" Arthur looked at his friend. He just listened to him and didn´t interrupt Arthur in the word. "I can hear him laughing, Charles..." It's a blessing and a curse at the same time. "I hear him laughing and I hear him call me daddy!" Arthur looked again at the dancing flames in front of him. "They didn´t deserve this fate. Neither Isaac nor Eliza. They had both been so young, damn it!" Over and over again Arthur asked himself why that had happened. It should have happened to him! "I should lie in their place under the earth, Charles." His beautiful eyes gazed with pain at Charles. "Not Eliza and not Isaac... for me, Charles." Never before had Charles seen his friend so desperate and he was very sorry. The encounter with this young woman and her son, of whom Arthur told him, was probably the trigger for his hidden memories.

"It was her fate, Arthur. You can´t blame yourself for that. We can´t decide our fate, Arthur.", Charles said calmly. "That happened because of me and they paid for my bad deeds!" "Arthur, you are too hard on yourself! You aren´t a bad person." But Arthur could only laugh mockingly at Charles's words. Arthur didn´t think he was a good person, but that's what Charles believed. He hadn´t known Arthur for very long, but he had a good knowledge of human nature, and he didn´t trust anyone else as much as he trusted Arthur. "You don´t know me, Charles! I've done many things in my life that I'm not proud of!" "And that's the point, Arthur! You're regretting it and it shows that a good soul is sleeping in you." Arthur sighed heavily and got up from his seat. Why did Charles say something like that to him? He had no idea of the things Arthur had done. So how could he say with such assurance that there was a good soul in him? "Excuse me, Charles! But I have to be alone now." Arthur rose from his seat and started to leave, but Charles wanted to give him one last piece of advice. "Arthur..." Arthur stopped and looked at Charles. "Don´t lose your luck, Arthur. We weren´t just born to suffer. Never forget that." Arthur didn´t answer but went to his brown Arab. He had to get out of the camp. Lately, the atmosphere in this camp was more than shitty. But Charles's last words would stay in Arthur's mind for a long time...

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"Well done, Joseph! You see? Reading is fun!" Joseph looked at the pictures in his book and read the headlines. You were very proud of your son and it seems to be fun for him to take a closer look at his books. Joseph liked animal books and fables the most. "Would you like to play in the garden for a bit, darling? You have learned enough for today!" "Are you going to play with me, mummy?" "Of course, darling." Together with your son you rose from the dining table and go out of the house. When you suddenly saw two strange men riding to your house, you stopped Joseph from going into the garden. You didn´t like these men at all, because you felt that they weren´t good people. You pushed your son back into the house. "Darling, please go to your room and wait until I come!" "What is it, mummy? Who are these men?" "Do what I tell you and be a good boy! I'll be right back with you." You look after Joseph and when he disappeared into his room, you took the revolver to you, which you keep well hidden. You hoped that you didn´t have to use it, but you had to protect yourself and your son. You went to the door again and look very sternly at the men who stopped in front of your house. They grinned at you and you immediately realized that this wasn´t a friendly visit. "Ma'am!" One of the men tipped his hat to greet you, while the other one, eyed you with his lustful gaze. You could feel him undressing you with his eyes. "Who are you?! Go away!" "We don´t want any trouble! My name is Elkanah Jones and this is my friend Sam Green." "I don´t care who you are! Away with you!" The two men laughed because they didn´t take you seriously. The man, Elkanah Jones, got off his horse and you're already reaching for your revolver. "Are you always so rude with guests?" "Guests? Tell me what you want from me or go away! " "You've got a pretty loose mouth, sweet pie!", said Sam Green and you scowled at the dark-haired man. "Mr. Green! Where are your manners? So Miss Main!" You swallow hard and your heart started to beat like crazy. How did these men know your name? You never see them before. "You have a nice house and we want to buy it." "I'm sorry, but this house is not for sale!" Especially since you couldn´t possibly afford a new purchase. This house was everything you have and you certainly wouldn´t sell it. "Oh, well, I'm afraid you have no choice, Missy!", said Sam Green and then Elkanah gave him a warning look. He should just keep out of business because Sam Green had no idea about that. "What my friend means is that we'll make you a good offer, well let's say our boss makes you an offer." "Who's your boss ?! You can tell him that I'm not ready to sell this house!" But Elkanah just laughed softly and walked up to you. He stopped in front of the steps to your house and handed you a note. You take this hesitantly and you could feel that this whole thing didn´t mean anything good. Your stomach contracted painfully because you were very nervous. As you unfolded the note, there was a numeral in it and you thought it was a joke. A very bad joke.

Incredulous, you looked at the man in front of you. "That's a joke, isn´t it?" For such a small offer you should sell your house? And why your house? It was small and old. Insignificant. It had to be a joke! "I'm afraid that's no joke, Miss Main!" Elkanah said. "And this offer is for a short time, either you accept it or we'll just take your house away. Quite simple! " It was enough! You pick up your revolver and Elkanah instinctively took a few steps back, but his smile of self-satisfaction didn´t disappear from his face. "You should think carefully about what you want to do, Missy!" "This house will remain in my possession!", you said and scowled at the men. You threaten them with your revolver. "And now leave this place! RIGHT NOW!" Elkanah nodded goodbye to you before leaving your estate with his friend Sam Green. You had to sigh heavily and you were glad that those horrible men had left you alone.

Throughout the day, you thought about who these men are and why they wanted to take your house away from you. The offer you received from them was very miserable. It was impossible for you to build a new home. You would end up on the street with your son and you didn´t want to do that to Joseph. And not to yourself either. You were very nervous but fortunately, Joseph didn´t notice. He was too busy with admiring his new book. "Do you like your new book, Joseph?" You asked when you were about to water the plants in your living room. "Yes!" You smiled and then sigh softly because as much as you tried, you can´t forget these men. You had to admit that you are afraid of them. When it suddenly knocked on the door, your heart almost stopped. You swallow hard and panic was in your face. But you couldn´t look so fast as Joseph ran to the door and opened it. "Joseph! Stop!" But to your relief and surprise, Arthur stood at the door. And you were damned relieved that it was him. "Arthur!" Joseph was very happy about Arthur's surprise visit. Arthur gave the boy a friendly smile and stroked his head. "Hey, Joseph." Arthur had thought a lot. About you and Joseph. He felt a certain attraction and he couldn´t help but think about you all the time. You and your son were always in his thoughts and Arthur would be lying if he said he didn´t want to see you. As much as his memories of Isaac hurt him, neither you nor Joseph was to blame for his past. Arthur knew that you had to be as lonely as he is and Joseph didn´t have a father. He felt a connection to you and therefore he hadn´t managed to stay away from you.

"Arthur, that's a surprise.", you said and Arthur saw that you were pretty tense. "Hello Y/N! I hope I don´t disturb you?" "Of course not! Come in, Arthur!" You were very happy about his surprise visit. Arthur entered your home and Joseph was immediately at his side and he proudly showed him his new book. "Look, Arthur! Mummy gave this to me yesterday!" "Oh, let me see." Arthur took the book and looked at the colorful pictures and he looked down at Joseph with a smile. "Look, Arthur! There the cat and the dog!" Joseph took  Arthur by the hand and he led him to the couch. He enthusiastically showed the young man his favorite pictures in the book and told him the story behind the illustrations. You had to laugh softly and when you looked at Arthur, his beautiful eyes met yours and you smiled at him. You brought Arthur a glass of cool water, with a slice of lemon inside. "Thank you, Y/N!" That was exactly what Arthur needed right now. The temperatures were unbearable again today. It was very hot outside. "How are you Arthur?", you asked and you sat down in a chair opposite him. "I'm fine, Y/N, thanks! I hope you're okay too?" You nod and smiled. You didn´t tell Arthur about the two men who threatened you a few hours ago. You didn´t want to do that before Joseph either. Especially since you didn´t want to burden Arthur with your problems. For three years you have been fighting your way through life alone and you had always found a way out of awful situations. That's what you would do this time again. "I was in Strawberry and wanted to visit you. I hope that's okay?" You had to smile. He was very polite and you liked that. You put a lot of value on that. "Of course, Arthur! You're always welcome. If you want, we can take a little walk?" "Sure, why not!" You would like some company, and especially Arthurs. He had a charming nature and you felt very comfortable around him. And Arthur needed some time off from the daily stress at the camp.

Since this day, much changed in Arthur's heart. He spent a lot of time with you and with your son Joseph. The pain he had felt at first was barely left, and Arthur had to admit that he really enjoyed spending his time with the two of you. It made him happy to be with you and he would like to know more about you. But Arthur felt that you were hiding something deep inside of you and you're not telling much about yourself either. Well, that was alright, of course, because he also had many secrets that he didn´t want to tell.

You came home from a walk and Joseph had fallen asleep on Arthur's shoulders. He had carried Jospeh on his back because he was so tired and then fell asleep. The warm weather had exhausted the little guy very much. You had also been fishing and Jospeh had enjoyed catching fish with Arthur. You carried the bucket with you, where the fish lay. You had a good catch. "I can´t wait to eat the fish!", you said and Arthur looks at you smiling. "We made a good catch", he replied. When you got home, you put down the bucket and went to Arthur to take Jospeh in your arms. It was time for his afternoon nap. "Mhmhm..." Joseph grunted softly as you pulled him into your arms, but quickly he cuddled up to you and you kissed him on his head. "Come on, my darling, I'll bring you to bed." Arthur followed you when you brought Joseph into the house and he had to smile. He had missed so much in his life. Many important things that were significant in this world. Like a family, and maybe Charles had been right. Maybe life has something good for someone like him. But this fateful encounter with you and Joseph also worried him... Arthur brought the bucket into the house and set it down in the kitchen. He started cleaning the fish and taking it out. It was so quiet around him. The only thing he could hear was the ticking of the clock which hanging on the wall and it was so reassuring. His beautiful eyes peered out the window and he saw this beautiful nature that had always enchanted him. He felt like a normal man, living a normal and honest life. Arthur sighed softly and looked down at the fish he had just gutted. It was crazy and he had to laugh softly. A few days ago you came into his life and he spent the most beautiful hours with you and Joseph and he was really happy for the first time in years. Arthur was so deep in his thoughts that he accidentally cut himself in the palm of his hand. "Ouch! Sh..hit!" You have just come into the kitchen and see Arthur holding a clean towel to his bleeding hand. "Arthur, did you hurt yourself?" "Oh, that's not so bad", he said. When you went to him and carefully pulled his hand to you, you can see that the cut was pretty deep. "Oh... that's very deep", you said softly, looking up at him with concern. Arthur chuckled and blushed a little. He thought it was cute, that you are worried about him. "Come, I'll clean it up", you said and Arthur let you bring him to the table "I'll be right back with you", you said, leaving him for a moment to get some bandages.

When you came back to the kitchen, you had to smile, because Arthur had already started to clean the fish and you found that very nice of him. You took a chair and sat down in front of Arthur, gently reaching for his wrist, and Arthur looked at your tender hands. He said nothing, but let you do your job. You first cleanse his wound and when the alcohol was used, Arthur had to draw a sharp breath. That was very uncomfortable. "I'm sorry", you said softly and carefully press the alcohol-soaked kitchen towel onto his gash. "Does this have to be stitch?" Arthur asked but you shook your head. Now that all the blood was wiped away, you could better see the wound and the cut wasn´t too deep. "No, it doesn´t have to." And Arthur was happy with that. You were very careful with him and Arthur had to smile about that. "You know, Y/N, I'm not fragile." You blushed and stroked a long strand of hair behind your ear, smiling. "I don´t want to hurt you unnecessarily, Arthur", you said softly and looked up at him. The attractive man swallowed lightly. It felt good... your words felt damn good. They were like medicine for his broken soul and he watched you until you finished your work, and his hand was wrapped in a clean bandage. "Thanks, Y/N", said Arthur, gently reaching for your wrist as you rose from your seat. He looked up at you and he gave you a gentle smile. You felt his touch make your heart beat faster because it was a pleasant feeling. "Nothing to thank for, Arthur."

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"So many stars... I often wonder if there's anything else up there", you whispered. You're sitting on the terrace with Arthur watching the starry sky with him. It was very late and Joseph was already sleeping. You had eaten for dinner the fish that Arthur had caught with Joseph and now you enjoyed this beautiful evening together with Arthur. It was quiet around you. Sometimes the howling of a wolf was heard, but that didn´t bother you. You had a blanket around your and Arthur's body and you leaned carefully against him. Arthur felt very good, but he was also very nervous. It has been a long time since he was so close to a woman and you were a very special person. You were charming, beautiful and a loving mother. And you also feel very comfortable with Arthur's side. He was a charming guy and he was very attractive. Joseph had already lost his heart to this cowboy and you had it too... Arthur made you forget all your worries, but the disaster wasn´t far from away from you... "Who knows." "My father always used to tell me that the stars in the sky are angels, that our loved ones up there see us and watch over us.", you said quietly and you liked that idea. It was reassuring to know that deceased friends and relatives will remain forever in this world. When Arthur heard that, he had to swallow hard because he immediately had to think of his son Isaac. "Do you believe that, Y/N?" "I don´t know, Arthur... but it's a nice idea." You turned your face to him and you looked into his beautiful face, which was dimly lit by the lantern you had placed on the table in front of you. When you realize how sad and hurt he suddenly was, you looked at him worried. "I don´t believe in it, Y/N. That's... ridiculous! Such fairy tales. That's stupid when you believe in something like that!" When Arthur said that, your words stuck in your throat. Was he just making fun of you? You looked at him very confused because you didn´t know this side of him and that sentence hurt you very much. And Arthur immediately realized what he had just said. He closed his eyes with a sigh and apologized softly to you. You leaned on the other side of the bench and looked sadly at your lap.

"I- I'm sorry, Y/N, I´m an idiot!" Arthur rose from his seat and looked down at you, but you didn´t pay any attention to him. He closed his eyes again and ran his hand through his blond hair. "I... I should go now... Goodnight, Y/N." "No, it´s okay, Arthur.", you said softly and looked up at him. "I'm not angry with you." "But you should", Arthur said and sat down next to you. It was pretty quiet between you and the mood was depressing. "It's just... it´s..." Arthur stuttered. He didn´t know what to say or how to say it. "I´m very sensitive to this subject, Y/N. I once had a son... His name was Isaac, he died..." When you heard that, you looked at him shocked. You couldn´t stop tears from burning in your eyes. "His mother and he... they were murdered Y/N." His eyes looked at you with infinite pain and your tears ran down your face. You placed your hand over your mouth to prevent a loud sob. "Oh, my God Arthur... I'm so sorry..." Suddenly there was a loud clap of thunder in the night sky and a big flash of light could be seen. A big storm would start, the wind suddenly became very strong, causing the windows of the house to shake. "I should go, Y/N." "Arthur, that's too dangerous! You should stay here and wait for the storm to pass!" You didn´t want anything to happen to Arthur. It was a long way to Shady Bells. "You're probably right." Together with Arthur, you go into your house and you closed the door. You still couldn´t believe what Arthur had just told you. He once had a family, which was then murdered. It felt so awful for you to know that. How much did this man have to suffer? You had seen something in him from the beginning and his words confirmed your concerns. He was deeply hurt inside and you were so sorry for what life had done to him.

Neither of you said anything. You were both deep in thought and you couldn´t stop crying. While you pulled some blankets and a pillow for Arthur out of your closet, salty tears ran down your face. Arthur was sitting on the couch in the living room, staring thoughtfully at the floor. He thought about this whole situation. About you, about Joseph and about the life he lived as an outlaw for twenty years. He once had big dreams. Common dreams with Dutch, Hosea and all who had joined the Van der Linde gang. But so slowly, that dream - Dutch's dream - seems to break down. Like a house of cards... like a damn house of cards! Arthur was very confused and he knew that this would be a long and sleepless night...

to be continued…

[honeymoonjin]

enjoy your stay (reader x Bangtan, Hotel AU)

A/N: Hi everybody! This is my first time posting a fanfiction about BTS, and also my first time posting fanfiction on Tumblr, so please forgive me if I mess stuff up! 

ENJOY YOUR STAY ↳Boss!Namjoon, Chef!Jin, Receptionist!Hoseok, Bellboy!Jimin, Bartender!Jungkook, Accountant!Yoongi, Photography student!Taehyung ↳Some inappropriate language and cursing. Later chapters will have sexual content.

SUMMARY ↳Working the graveyard shift at a hotel isn’t the most exciting job in the world, but your coworkers are certainly happy to have you here.

CHAPTER ONE ↳You’re surprised you were ever considered for a manager position, but your boss Namjoon seems certain you’ll be a good fit. (Note: Taehyung isn’t in this chapter, but that’s just because he’s not an employee. You’ll see him in Chapter 2 and onwards, I promise!)

You run the pad of your finger back and forth across the newly-cut corner of your staff ID card. As the owner led you through the winding halls of the main building, you had noticed that none of the other staff members seemed to be wearing theirs. You drop it and let it hang limply from the forest green lanyard and tune back in to what the man beside you is saying.

"...but you won't need to worry about that, since you won't be here during the day. Really, there aren't a whole lot of customers out and about after 11pm. Maybe if we were a bigger hotel, there'd be more customers off red-eye flights, but generally, the graveyard shift is pretty quiet." He clears his throat again and comes to a halt, clearly unused to giving the full tour. "Your job is more helping me and the other staff out than customers. I know it's probably not what you were expecting a night manager's role to be."

You smile softly at his sheepish grin and shake your head. "Honestly, I'm just glad you even considered me for the job at all. I kind of applied for this on a whim. Until you called me last week, I was resigned to working as a waitress until my dying day."

He let out a genuine laugh, one you joined in with. Although you were joking around with him, you were really honoured to be here. Not only was the job well paying and pretty straightforward, but Mr Kim, or, you supposed, Namjoon, seemed like a really kind man to have as a boss. That was rarer than a good job, and here you were with both.

"Well," he murmured, attention caught by a commotion down the hall, "we're glad to have you. Wh- Jin! What is this?"

You follow Namjoon's gaze to where the noise, a squeal from an older lady, had come from. She had her hands thrown up in the air in a show of dramatised fright, and one of them was dripping water down her sleeve.

The culprit was a man in a pristine white chef's uniform holding a metal ice bucket. His lips were parted and eyes widened in bewilderment. His head shot around to make eye contact with Namjoon, who had patted you on the shoulder in apology before storming down towards him.

Unsure of what you should do, and secretly wanting to get in on the drama, you quietly followed after him, hovering by a fake potted plant while he confronted the chef.

As soon as he asked what was going on, the elderly lady, now cradling her damp hand, screeched in outrage. "This is some sick prank! What's wrong with you people?"

Jin interjected. "Actually, ma'am, this is dinner." This time, when he lifted up the bucket again, you could see several live lobsters wriggling around in the water.

"Not helpful," Namjoon shot back, before turning to the lady. "I'm so sorry, Mrs Kang. It should've been in a food-safe container, not an ice bucket."

"Well, I never! My husband and I order a bottle of champagne to celebrate our anniversary and instead this...this madman presents us with seafood!"

Namjoon winces, but straightens up when he sees another figure approaching. "Ah, here the champagne comes now, Mrs Kang. Again, I'm terribly sorry about the misunderstanding. We'll take the champagne off your room tab for your troubles. Have a good night, and happy anniversary to you and your husband."

Pleased with the concept of free champagne, as well as its eventual arrival, Mrs Kang makes herself scarce, returning back into the room from whence she apparently came.

Heaving out a relieved sigh, Namjoon turns to the chef. Tiredly, he mutters, "that was a two hundred dollar bottle of champagne, Jin. Was there really nothing else you could've put the lobsters in? Lobster isn't even on the menu."

The chef, Jin, gives a radiant smile to his boss. "Lobster wasn't on the menu. It is now." He looks back down at the bucket. "At least, I hope so. She might've scared the lobsters to death or rotted them with her godawful screaming."

Namjoon darts forward and latches onto the arm not holding a lobster-filled bucket. "Quiet!" He hisses. "We're still outside the room, idiot!" From his new vantage point, he sees you hovering uncertainly on the edge of the hallway. His shoulders drop and he fails to meet your gaze. "Go set up for the dinner service, Jin. And for the last time, don't go through the lobby, use the service entrance."

Namjoon joins you, hand rubbing the back of his neck, and waits for Jin to happily trot off down the hallway to the restaurant. "I'm sorry about that."

"Don't worry, now I know not to harass customers with crustaceans. I'm glad I left mine in the car, now."

The brief awkwardness of the past few minutes is worth it to see the brilliant smile that lights up his face as he laughs. "If I were you, I'd be going out to make sure those weren't my crustaceans. Who knows where Jin gets his groceries."

The rest of the tour goes well, Namjoon having relaxed more, and you feeling more and more positive that this was the place for you. Apart from Jin, Namjoon said, the other workers in the hotel would leave at 11:30 to make way for the night shift. Since you were taking the tour at just 6pm, you wouldn't meet any of your coworkers until your first day, or night, of work.

That first night comes quickly, and although it's been less than a week since the tour, your heart races in excitement when you see Namjoon waiting by the front reception to greet you.

He looks good today, which is maybe not a thought you should be having about your boss, but the other day he was off duty in a polo shirt and linen trousers. Today, he was in all black, apart from the single stripe of forest green that ran down the front of his shirt. His pants were tighter than the linen ones, and his dress shirt had a high neck rather than a collar, making for a very appealing silhouette.

The lobby itself was lighter in colour, but no less dashing. The marble floor with its flecks of gold, the deep green couches, the high ceilings. You felt slightly inadequate, glad for the fact that you had a matching uniform rather than your own clothes.

He greeted you with a warm handshake, and drew your attention to the man sitting leisurely at the reception desk. How you ever missed him coming in, you didn't know, but now that you met his gaze, it felt like the room had brightened several degrees.

His luminous grin and friendly eyes reeled you in, and you found yourself grinning back as you shook his hand. Namjoon introduced him as Hoseok, but the man waved his hand. "Call me Hobi, everyone does."

You began to nod, but Namjoon made a noise of displeasure. "In your own time, sure, but when you're on the clock you can be professional, please, Hoseok. You don't walk around calling me Joonie when I'm trying to deal with unhappy customers."

"I would if I could, buddy." His eyes twinkled as he shot a sly wink at you, swivelling lazily back and forth on his chair.

"Hoseok here is the first thing that anybody who enters the hotel sees, so in many ways he's the face of the business. You can't redo a first impression. If you ever do have a customer out and about during your shift who wants to know something you aren't sure about, just send them his way." Behind Namjoon's back, Hoseok's eyes widen comically and he quickly shakes his head. "For example, if a customer wants to know where they can go to do laundry during a long stay, you'd send them to Hoseok and he'd tell them..." Hoseok's face lights up with a brilliant as Namjoon turns around to face him, but instead of answering, just waits expectantly for Namjoon to continue. Namjoon sighs and turns back to you. "He should tell them that there's a 24 hour laundromat a five minute walk from here if you go right at the main entrance."

You nod resolutely, willing your mouth to keep still instead of quirking up in response to Hoseok's sheepish grin. "No problem, sir."

The gazes of the men in front of you slide over your right shoulder, and you turn reflexively to see what's caught their attention. A young man in a classic bellhop uniform approaches the three of you with an eager grin on his face. The strap of his hat as well as his chubby cheeks cause his eyes to almost disappear in his smile, and when he reaches the desk he leans his back against it. "Hey, boss, is this the new chick?"

You introduce yourself to the bellhop as Namjoon cringes at the boy's forwardness. His name is Jimin, and he makes it very clear with his body language and cheeky grin that he's pleased to meet you. You feel your face heat up when he licks his lips, still staring directly at you. "Being a bellhop with no luggage to tote gets pretty lonely. I hope you get a chance to come and keep me company every now and then."

Hoseok, who had been previously watching this exchange from a leaned-back slump in his chair, sits up in outrage. "I'm here, Jimin! Am I not good enough to keep you company?"

Without turning to look at him, Jimin replies. "Not the kind of company I'm after."

Namjoon's fingers pinch the bridge of his nose and he scrunches up his face. "A little less sexual harassment in the lobby would be great, Jimin. We don't want to scare the new manager away before she's even begun."

You replace your flattered and flustered smile for what's hopefully a more professional, neutral one. "It was lovely to meet you two. I'm sure I'll see you guys around."

Namjoon takes that as a safe point to end the conversation, and mutters a gruff goodbye to the other two before guiding you out of the lobby with a warm hand against your lower back. "I apologise for them," he murmurs as he navigates the carpeted hallways, "the majority of our employees work during the day, and as it happens, all of the female employees, too. The night shift has been a boys club for a while now." He anticipates your unease as you process his statement. "But don't worry! All the guys are great, and you'll get along just fine. Any problems, you can talk to me."

He suddenly turns a corner, and you're led into a small lounge with a fully stocked bar in the far end. There's a man behind the bar, looking the part with an apron around his waist and a rag thrown over his shoulder. The rest of the room is empty except for a single figure at the bar, hunched over with his back to you. He doesn't look up when the two of you approach the bar, even when Namjoon pulls out a stool to sit beside him. The mystery man is flicking back and forth through pages and pages of spreadsheets and data tables, scrawling notes here and there and punching furiously into a calculator. Namjoon leaves him to it for now, and calls over the bartender.

"This is Jungkook, our newest hire. Well, I suppose he was before you came."

The man in question flips a glass bottle of liquor in his hand with a touch of showmanship. "I'm a seasoned employee now, Namjoon. Did I tell you I got to make a sex on the beach the other day? I just about passed out when the lady ordered it, I had her pinned for a white wine kinda gal. I reckon she just had the hots for me, because she took one sip and scrunched her face up like this," you grin at his enthusiastic recreation of her expression, "like she didn't realise what the drink had in it."

"Or maybe you just made a terrible sex on the beach."

"Well, maybe if I was put on the evening shift I could actually make enough drinks to find out," he protested, crossing his arms over. You hold your gaze stubbornly to the shelves behind you in order to avoid staring at the way the muscles of his exposed forearms flexed and the veins in his hands jumped with the action. Why the fuck was everybody in this hotel so hot?

"Yoongi, would you like to introduce yourself to our new night manager?" Namjoon tried to give the man at the bench meaningful eye contact, but the black head of hair was buried in paperwork.

"What I would like," the man drawled under his breath, "is for us to stick to our goddamn budget for once. Just one month, Namjoon, and I'd kiss your fucking shoes." Namjoon cringed at the curse, but had the decency to look a little guilty. The man, Yoongi, sat up a little, enough for you to see most of his face, and flipped through until he found a certain page. "Here," he growled, finger rapping angrily at a money breakdown report, "does Seokjin really have to spend nearly three hundred dollars on chicken stock? Nobody's ordering chicken noodle soup in the middle of summer!"

Namjoon frowns and leans in closer to Yoongi. The pair of them fall into intense conversation, and you awkwardly avert your gaze to give them some privacy. The bartender, Jungkook, sees you shifting around and rests his elbows on the bench. "You want a drink?"

You blink. "Oh. No, I don't think I should be drinking on the job. But thank you for offering."

He lets out a chuckle. "We have water," he says, eyes twinkling. "Do you really think I'd get you drunk on your first shift?"

You shake your head, feeling silly that you had assumed he was offering you alcohol. "Water would be nice. Thank you."

He sends you one last toothy grin over his shoulder as he grabs a glass, and fills it for you. The water is so cold that by the time he sets down a coaster in front of you, condensation has gathered on the outside and drips over your fingers when you take a sip.

He watches you for a moment, reflexively whipping out his rag to clean up the water droplets on the bench. "So, why the hotel?"

"Hm?"

"Why is a girl like you applying for a job where the only hours are the middle of the night?"

You set your glass down. "I don't know what you mean by a girl like me, but to answer your question, I'd take any hours if it meant I didn't have to wait tables anymore. I've dealt with enough shitty customers to last a lifetime."

He nods thoughtfully, but his lips are quirked into a smirk. "Better no customers at all, huh?" He waves his hand to gesture at the empty room.

"Actually, better all the angry customers have tired themselves out with the day staff and are sleeping peacefully." The pair of you fall into a comfortable lull of silence, but it doesn't last. "Don't you get bored? Being a bartender with no drinks to make, I mean?"

"Not when I have a pretty girl to think about." Although he wiggles an eyebrow suggestively, you know you're right.

Unaware of the fact that the conversation to the left of you has finished, you shoot back a reply. "Thanks for that. So far every staff member tonight except Yoongi has flirted with me. I feel like I'm collecting the whole set."

You hear a scoff, and the fact that it's too deep to have come from Jungkook sends blood rushing to your cheeks. The man in question has tidied up all his papers into a single neat pile and is staring directly at you. You're not completely surprised to see he's absurdly good-looking too, now that you can properly see his face. He doesn't seem to be mad, just a little begrudged. "Maybe if Namjoon would hire adults for once, rather than horny little boys, you wouldn't have to deal with it."

Jungkook lets out an offended cry, but you ignore him and turn to face the two older men. "I don’t know,” you joke, “just think how much money you must save hiring horny little boys rather than qualified adults! It probably evens out the chicken stock fund." You don't quite manage a laugh out of him, but Yoongi's quick flash of a grin seems reward enough.

Namjoon decides it's time to move you along, and the last thing you see as you exit the bar is a rueful smile and wave from Jungkook, and Yoongi's curious stare. You expect to be led to another room to meet more employees, or to Namjoon's office to get started, but before you go anywhere, he gently presses on your shoulder to slow you to a stop, and leans in to talk to you in a soft murmur.

"I'm so, so sorry if you feel like the other staff members have been inappropriate with you." Guilt darkens his face. "And I would be completely disappointed in myself if you felt like I had acted the same. I'm so sorry," he repeats awkwardly.

You shake your head and give him your brightest smile. "It's totally fine! All the guys, you included, have been nothing but sweet to me, and besides, I was just joking around with Jungkook. No harm done, honestly."

He searches your face for a few moments, then slowly nods. "Okay. Okay, let's get started, then."

[v1rg1nvodkasprite]

Hard Liquor Mixed with a Bit of Intellect →Roger Taylor

Summary

Roger had always been known to be hotheaded and fearless whenever it came to fighting but you were known to be worse. A well-known actress with a mind of her own. Roger is intrigued by you and invites you home one night. A month later, you call him and tell him, “I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business. He knows he’s going to pay for this

Warnings: cocaine usage, excessive smoking, excessive drinking, mention of pregnancy, mild smut

Notes: thank u to @rencontre-moi-dans-le-couloir for sending in this amazing idea. i had a lot of fun writing it. enjoy!! x

I opened the pack of Marlboro, taking another cigarette from the box after putting the one that was just in mouth out. The glass of Macallan whisky in my hand was about to run out. The last year had been great for me. Two academy awards under my belt and some others with two signed deals with some of the biggest movie producers in the business.

"Could I maybe get you another?" A long haired blond man asked me. I knew him as Roger Taylor, apparently one of the best drummers in the world and a reputation of having multiple groupies when on tour.

"I can get my own, thanks," I told him, pushing myself from leaning against the doorway. "Wait," he said, grabbing my arm. I turned to him, almost glaring.

"Congratulations on wining... those um awards," he stumbled over his words. I'm sure that probably was the first time someone refused his offer. "Thank you but excuse me, I have another drink to refill."

I smirked, swaying my hips just a little to tease him. Maybe if he tried hard enough, I'd let him in. He was hot and I wouldn't mind playing with him. I just wasn't drunk enough for that yet.

"Y/N L/N!" Is that you?" Freddie Mercury said, in his roaring voice, "Why yes it is. Hello darling, it's been a while.

"Yeah, Fred. It has," I said, hugging him. Freddie and I met at mutual friend's party, throwing back shots and doing lines of cocaine. "How are you, love?" I asked him, smiling.

"Amazing, but I want to know about you. Any men you've done yet? Some I might know?" he asked, looking over my shoulder as he raised his eyebrows. I looked to where his eyes trailed to and was met with a Roger Taylor. I laughed. "Not yet, you know nothing isn't fun without a chase," I smirked.

"Of course, darling. Refill?" he asked, grabbing my drink from me and I nodded. "Friend of Fred's? Funny how we haven't met," Roger said from behind me and I sighed. "Hello, Roger. Yes, how funny," I said, turning to try to find Freddie.

"Let me get you a drink, I promise you won't regret it," he said. "Freddie has got that down already. You're too late," I told him. "Rog! So you've met Y/N, here is your drink. I've got to talk to an old friend but I'll catch up with you later, Y/N?" Fred said, handing me my drink with a wink. I winked back, smirking.

"How about you score some coke and meet me in the limo outside and I'll give you a tour of New York, yeah?" I asked, sipping my drink. "Already got one, I'll grab my jacket and meet you there," he smirked and I nodded.

I left my drink on a table, leaving it to be cleaned up later and got in the limo. "Robert, here's a list of places me and my friend would like to go tonight and then after that take us to mine. I think tonight will be an amusing night," I told the driver after scribbling a list of places down a piece of paper. "Yes, ma'am."

I reached over and took off the lid of the jars of liquor, pouring myself a glass. The car door opened and Roger slid in right next to me. "You ready, Rog," I asked and he nodded, pulling out a small, plastic bag of coke. "Are you ready?" he asked and I smirked, taking the bag from him.

I took a sip of the liquor and then set it down. I grabbed the cross on my necklace, taking it apart and dipping the end of it into the bag. I unbottoned his shirt a little more than it already was, revealing his chest. He looked at me confused, "Got no where to put it," I mumbled to him and he smirked. I pushed him back so his chest was more horizontal and tapped the powder onto him.

I frantically found a credit card and dollar from my purse, straightening out the line. I rolled the dollar up quickly. Making eye contact with him, I lightly licked his chest making him sigh and then snorted the short line. I threw my head back, moaning.

"You're ravishing, sweetheart. My turn," he said, grabbing the end of the broken cross from my neck, doing the same as I did, setting up the line on my thigh. He leaned down, placing a couple kisses right before the line before taking the rolled dollar from the floor and snorted the line.

He groaned, sniffing a bit before going back to kiss my thigh. I smirked, grabbing his shirt and pulled him up to roughly kiss him. He moaned into my mouth and I pulled him closer. Abruptly, I pushed him away, fixing my lipstick.

The limo came to a stop and Tobert came around, opening the door. "Thank you, Robert," I said, slipping him a twenty and he nodded.

"You took me to a ditch?" Roger asked confused and I cocked an eyebrow. "No, I took you to a pub," I told him and he looked at me as if I was crazy. "Sorry, sweetheart but I don't see a pub," he said. I grabbed his hand, leading him down some stairs and knocked on the door.

"Name?" a man asked from behind the door. "Y/N L/N," I told him and the door opened. I had gotten a reputation around here and it wasn't because of my movies or because of the Oscars I had won. "What are we doing here?" Roger asked. I leaned into him, setting my lips against his ear, "You'll see."

There was a small stage in the back of the club that I headed towards, dragging him along with me. I pushed him down in a chair right in front of the stage. I winked at him before turning around, walking up onto the stage, swaying my hips a bit.

I danced slowly, running my fingertips from my hips, dragging them upward. Whistles and howls came from the crowd making me smile. Making eye contact with Roger again, I slowly dropped to the floor and stood up again, pushing my ass out. He shifted slightly in his seat, adjusting his pants. I laughed, getting off stage and grabbing his hand.

"You've got a little something, Roggie," I said, pulling him further into the crowd. "You want to fix it for me, love?" he asked, growling and almost begging. "Maybe later but I still have some more places to show you," I said, kissing his cheek. "Could we hurry it up?" he whined and I laughed. "You're driving me crazy but some how I'm into it," he said, pulling me into a kiss.

I pulled away, licking my lips and smirked. "If you want to hurry this tour up, I suggest we get out of here and move on," I whispered into his ear and he smirked, leading me out of the club.

He opened the door to the limo and I got it, pulling Roger in with me and kissed him roughly. I enjoyed the feeling of his soft lips against mine. I was getting hungrier and hungrier by the second. I pulled away from a whining Roger and tapped on the window. Robert rolled it down, without looking into the back, knowing better that when I had a man in the car that whatever we were doing was most likely not meant to be seen.

"Take us home. I think our tour of New York is over," I said, chuckling as Roger slid his hand up my thigh and kissing my neck. He nodded, rolling the window back up as I turned back to Roger. I straddles his lap, kissing down his neck. Grinding roughly into his lap, I could feel his prominent buldge from underneath me. His soft moans in my ear were like music in my ears.

"Roggie, wouldn't you want to wait until we get back to my place? We'd have so much more fun and time there with all the toys I have," I whispered and he growled, removing me from his lap.

"Then it'd be best if you didn't make me cum in my pants. Then there wouldn't be any fun at all," he said, kissing my cheek.

Once we got home, the sexual tension had built up so much that it couldn't be cut, even with the sharpest of knives. He pushed me up against my door, once he had slammed it closed. Moving us to the bed as quickly as possible.

The rest of the night consisted of three rounds of moaning, groaning and growling. I woke up and Roger was still asleep next to me. I sighed, changing quickly and scribbling down a short note to Roger that I was going to be out for the day and that I expected him to be up and out by the time I got back.

Weeks passed by and I had started to feel sick and my period was late. I was on birth control and had been the night Roger and I slept together. I silently cursed, grabbing a pregnancy test I stashed in the back of my medicine cabinet.

After waiting for a few minutes, I turned over the test after taking it and showing as positive. I sighed, dialing up Freddie. "Hello, darling! What are you doing calling me at this hour," he greeted me. I laughed, "Is Mr. Mercury seriously not up by now? It's 3:00pm."

"Well after the last night I had, it called for some sleeping in and a hangover cure. Now, what can I do for you?" he asked, groaning a bit. "Roger's number, please. I promise to tell you all about our rendez-vous later when you aren't in so much pain," I explained and he laughed. "Sure, darling. Whatever you wish," he told me and then proceeded to inform me of the phone number. I bid my goodbye after saying thank you and quickly dialed up Roger.

"Hello?" he answered, groggily. "Jesus, is everybody sleeping past 12:00 and hung over?" I sighed. "Y/N! I wasn't expecting you to call," he said with a sudden enthusiasm. "Listen, I'm having your baby and it's none of your business," I told him, bluntly. "Woah, wait. This is getting crazy. What do you mean you're having my baby? I think I'm losing it," he mumbled under his breathe. "You're not. You heard correctly. Goodbye Roger," I told him before hanging up, abruptly. "I'm going to pay for this," I mumbled.

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