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rjmartin11 · 2 years ago

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I'm Aaron

Chapter Two

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: You're a workaholic who decides to take a private mini vacation in Las Vegas. While there, you stumble into and befriend a handsome stranger at a bar. This handsome stranger is more than meets the eye. He wants to show you a great time... privately. It's an experience that you've never had before. You soon realize that you're in over your head, and your heart is falling fast.

Word Count: 2.7K

Warning: A bit sad. Mentioning of death. But the smut is here! I repeat, the smut has arrived! Sex, oral (f. receiving) slight fingering (f. receiving). Only for mature audiences. Viewer discretion is advised!

Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Two! I'm so pleased with all the re-posts, likes, and follows I've received! Y'all are the sweetest! It's all done for the love of E.P. That gorgeous talented man! Have mercy! If you'd like to be tagged in the next chapter, leave me a message. What happens in Vegas stays in the bedroom! 😉

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"Aaron. Were you also raised in a strict Christian home, Aaron?"

"Well, not as strict as you but yes. I was raised Penecostal, but my folks let me listen to old rock n roll all the time. But I love Gospel the most. Why do you ask?"

"Well, your name is Biblical. I find that most of the children with Biblical names grew up with strict parents. How do you spell it?"

"With two A's. My folks originally spelt it with one, but when I turn 25 I changed it legally after I came home from the service."

"You were in the military? For how long?"

"I spent two years in Germany."

"That's very noble, and how did you meet your boss?"

"My boss?" He said with a questionable look.

"Yes. Elvis."

"Oh yeah. He and I go back a ways. Childhood. I've seen him through it all and then some."

"Is he nice? Does he treat you well?" You pondered trying to understand why all these women loved him so much.

"He has his moments. He tries to remain good. Be the good boy his mama raised him to be. It seems like the world's closin' in on him and he's nervous about the show tomorrow. He wants everything to go right. What if they don't love...him...anymore."

"He's not too short on supply there. I was listening to his music on my drive here this afternoon, and the taxi driver told me that I needed to get tickets to see him. The receptionist at the front desk, too. They are head over heels for him. They describe him as a god."

"He knows better. There's only one God. One King."

"Amen." You say taking another sip of your drink.

"Enough about Elvis. What about you, Y/N? Where are from? And if you aren't here for the show tomorrow night, why are you here?"

You move your daiquiri away from you and think of the right words to say. "I'm on vacation. I've never really taken a vacation, and I thought it was about time. I'm originally from Florida. Deep in the Bible belt. My mother worked her hardest to try to get me free from my father's house. His boundaries. I turned 18, and I left. I moved to Atlanta, Georgia. I wanted my mama to be proud of me. She passed on two years later, and I plunged myself into work. I made friends, and we spent time together. But they have husbands, and I'm lonely. I'm the only one without a love. The only one without a significant other."

"You lost your mother? I'm so sorry. I lost mine too." Aaron spoke with unshed tears in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Aaron."

"Are you here alone, baby? No friends? They left you all alone?" He pondered.

You nodded your head at your new found friend with a tear trickling down your cheek.

"You know, you aren't alive if you aren't in love." He said grabbing your hand softly.

"Then I'm as good as dead." You said wiping the tear from your eye.

"No, you're not. I believe this is amazing grace. I believe you've been found." Aaron said placing his hand to his lips to kiss it. You feel goosebumps surge through your body and your face blush. You can't look him in the eyes now.

"You came to Vegas for a good time, right? Let me show you a good time." He asked lightly grabbing your chin to look you in the eye.

"I don't know."

"I won't hurt you. I just wanna hold you. Maybe steal a kiss or two. Or three. You're so beautiful."

"You're sweet, but I'm... inexperienced."

Aaron raises an eyebrow. "Meaning that you've never been touched? Ever?"

You look down defeated. In your mind, a man runs away from a virgin. Men want women with experience which you lacked. Surely, Aaron will run for the hills now.

"Your room or mine, baby?" He said with a sexy smirk on his lips. Your eyes shoot up to look at his hundred watt smile. "On second thought," he pauses considering his actions. "Let's go to your room. I'm not too sure about my boss and the guys would feel if I bought you up there."

"I don't want to get you into trouble."

"This is Vegas. If you're looking for trouble, you came to the right place." He laughed. Leading you away from the bar and to the elevator.

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He held your hand all the way up to your floor. You didn't look at the entire ride up, trying to slow down your heart rate.

"You know what my fear is?" Aaron says as you both enter the room. You look at him, waiting for his answer. "I'm afraid that I'll never be loved for me. I feel people love me because... b-b-because of who I know. I swear I get so lonely sometimes."

You grab his hand and lead him to sit on the bed. You look him in the eyes. "I see a beautiful soul with soulful eyes. I don't understand why any woman would not give you a chance. You have a great sense of humor, you're open about your life, handsome, and honest. I'm still confused as to why you want to spend time with me."

Aaron grabs both your hands and looks deep into your eyes and says, "Because I see you. You are a beautiful soul. You're a beautiful woman. I know what it's like to be alone and lost. Hoping someone can see you. When a lonely soul finds another, they make peace and find joy in each other's company."

You smile removing your eyes from his and bit your bottom lip. You feel you face heat up and your heart soars. He takes his hand and places it under your chin so he can look you in the eyes once more.

"Baby, have you ever been kissed?" He asks with wonder in his deep voice.

You scoff and roll your eyes at him. Then reply, "So, because I'm a virgin, that means I've never been kissed?"

"Yes and no. I want to know if you've been kissed properly. On the lips."

"Yes, I have."

He tilts his head at you and quints his eyes as if he doesn't believe you. Then he asks, "What was his name and where did he kiss you?"

You look down. Remember that one special time of your childhood. It was a special moment but it's also tainted with hurt. You take a breath and say, "His name was Gabriel. I was fifteen and..."

"You were at church."

You look at him with shock and disbelief. He finished your sentence like he saw it first hand.

"How did you know that?"

"Well, you told me that you were raised in a strict Christian home. I'm guessing your daddy didn't let you go out much, but to church where there were boys."

"Well, yes. I bet you don't know where though." You look at him with a smirk on his face changing him.

He placed his hand on his chin to play your little game. "Hmm. Let me guess. You two made a plan to sneak off. But to where? My guess is the bathroom."

"Nope. We snook off behind the church!" You laughed.

Aaron snaps his fingers and jolts his wrist. "Damn! That was my next guess! I swear that or the nearest cemetery!"

The two of you laugh at the thought. You shake your and and finish your story about your first kiss. "Yes, well, I was nice and innocent. He was sweet. It didn't work out cause my father didn't believe in me dating. He moved on to the next available girl."

"Was it a French kiss?"

You shook your head and answered no.

"Show me how he kissed you."

You move closer to him on the bed. You look into his blue eyes and notice they're darkening somehow. Then you glance at his pouty lips. He doesn't move. He wants you to come to him. You position yourself closer to him, solely focusing on his eyes as you place lips on his. Your eyes flutter close as you embrace the feeling of his soft, pouty lips. You almost lose your breath. You feel his magnetism it's almost overwhelming.

You pull away, you wait for his judgment on your kiss. He opens his eyes and says, "That was kind and sweet. The way a first kiss should be between kids. Truly innocent." He pauses.

"But?" You ask impatiently waiting for his response.

"I think we can do better than that. You deserve to be properly kissed and fucked."

You blink and advert your eyes for a moment. This is about to be your first time. You hear your father's voice in your head, "Fornicators go to hell and it's worse for women." But you believe differently. You like Aaron. Since you bummed into him at the bar, he has tried to make you comfortable. If he's only looking for a one night stand it may crush you but you'll risk it for a good time. Get it out your system now.

Aaron tilts your head up to him at him. "Ready to try a French kiss, baby?"

"Sure."

He grins slightly and tells you, "Open your mouth just a little bit and place the tip of your tongue at the bottom of your lower. Over your teeth."

You do as instructed feeling extra shy under the gaze of his ocean hues.

"Relax and close your eyes."

As soon as you do, you feel his soft lips against yours, and his tongue glides across your tongue. You aren't sure if you're doing it right, but you like the feeling. He has his hands gently holding you face, and you softly moan in his mouth. Your stomach drops, and you feel a sensation between your legs. It's all new to you.

He pulls away, and you chase him for another kiss, but he places his index finger lightly on your lips.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you, baby?" He speaks to you low hushed tone as his finger slides down your lips.

You are speechless. All you can do is nod your head. Aaron smirks and kisses the end of your nose. "Baby, have you ever been touched? I've asked you this once, but I want to be sure."

You take his hand and place it over your breast. He laughs at your gesture. "No, Y/N. I mean your special spot between yourself legs. Where your pussy lies."

You blink yourself into reality realizing what he's asking you. The way he says pussy makes that sensation come back between your legs. That word on his lips is the ultimate sin. You shake your head no.

He nods at you and slides his hand down from breast to your tummy and pauses. "May I touch you there?"

You nod your head and he quints at you. "Y/N, I need you to use you words, baby."

"Yes, please. Touch me." The excitement is too much. You feel that sensation between your legs begin throb and you start to breath heavy.

"Okay. Lay back."

As lay back on the bed, Aaron slips his hand under your dress and under your lace panties. The touch alone sends you sky high. You audibly inhale and moan at his touch. You feel his fingers explore your pussy.

"You are so wet. So needy. You've never touched yourself have you, baby?"

"N-no." You answer in a breathy tone.

Aaron grins at you and says, "Let me introduce you to your clit. Right here is your special friend. Your bud. Can you feel that?"

"I've been feeling that since you kissed me."

"Let me show you a real kiss." He said, removing his fingers from vagina. Licking the slick away from his fingers, he grabs your hands to sit you up in the bed. Aaron proceeds to remove your dress and toss it to the side, leaving you in your bra and panties. "I do love this dress."

He examines your body. Admiring your curves and ways as he lightly traces your thighs and hips with his hands. You feel quite shy under his gaze and cover your breasts with your hands and arms. He takes one of your hands and kisses it, cupping your hand to his face.

Aaron places your hand back to your chest and begins to work your curves once more. He eases his finger tips into the upper sides of your panties and carefully pulls them down your legs.

Your heart races because you believe this is the moment of truth. The moment he fills you up with his hard dick and fucks you into oblivion. But no. He humbles himself before you and kneels. Spreading your legs apart, he lightly plunges his head into your pussy and licks your clit. A delayed breath escapes your mouth and you gasp. This man is showing you things you never known existed. Blowing you mind lick by lick.

He needs you to be closer to him, so he roughly pulls you closer to him, placing your legs over his shoulders. "Look at me." He says before circling his tongue back to your clit. Your head jolts back at the sensation and you moan loudly. You feel him stop.

"I need you to look at me when do this, baby. Can you be a good girl and focus, Y/N?"

You prop yourself up on your elbows once more. "Yes, Aaron. I can." You speak nearly out of breath, rocking your hips slightly at him.

He grins at you and lightly kisses the top of your clit. His eyes never leaving yours. He sticks his tongue out and gets back to working on your clit.

You are absolutely hypnotized at this moment. Just focusing on him has you reeling and moaning. Then he surprises you by slipping two of his fingers inside of you. The surprise is too much, causing you to jolt your head back yelling loudly. "Oh my...fuck!"

You slowly feel yourself coming undone layer by layer. All those excuses of why you haven't done this before are out the window as you grind into his face. All your resolve, gone. Your virginity? It won't be long now.

As his fingers work furiously on your pussy and his tongue glides across your clit rapidly, you begin to combust from the inside out. The flame that ignited inside you is now quenched. Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you collapse on the bed. All your strength is gone. Your mind is blown. You place one hand on your face and rake your fingers through your hair with your other hand as you catch your breath.

"That's a real kiss, honey." Aaron says, pulling you back into reality with his deep Southern drawl. You feel giddy, and you begin to breathy giggle. He crawls on top of you, and you can see his lips drenched with your rain. You calm yourself as he glazes into your eyes. You see his eyes have completely darkened to a stormy black. As if it's the calm before the storm. He places his lips on yours, and you taste yourself. It's enough to drive you nuts! You wrap your legs around his waist to hold him in place. You then wrap your arms around his neck and head, grazing your hands into his hair. You never really touched his hair. You realize in this moment how soft and fine it actually is.

You lose yourself in his embrace. He moves away from your lips and kisses your cheek, and then down to your neck before looking at you once again. "Uh-oh, I think she likes it. How do you feel?" He says, tracing your lips with his fingers.

You blink trying to find your words, but nothing comes out. When they finally do all you can muster up is, "I'm ss-speechless. That was the best kiss I've ever had. Thank you."

He kisses your forehead and leans into you, resting his head between your neck and head. He's so warm. You take your hand rake it through his hair. You don't know it, but this comforts him. You're afraid to speak and ruin this next to perfect moment. "Aaron, this is a great way to end the night."

He moves his head to look at you and says, "End the night? Baby, the fun has just started. I'm not done playing with you yet." Your eyes widen at his words in surprise. "There's more?"

"Yes, baby much more." Aaron entices you, kissing your lips once more.

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pepperoniflapjacks96 · 3 months ago

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welcome to my blog...

i haven't had one of these dang things since 2010, lol. look at me, 14 years later, and slappin' away at my laptop typing on tumblr dot com. i've come full circle.

i can't really say anything interesting about myself. i crochet a lot, work a lot, i don't have a lot of friends i hang out with in my free time, but the ones i do spend time with are very cherished. i hang with my family a lot, but i like spending time alone pretty often too.

i go to Mass every sunday, usually by myself unless i see my neighbors or someone i know and sit with them. and hooooo boyyy i love the "peace be with you" part, it's always been my favorite part of Mass because like, you get to say "hiiiiiiii!!!!!!" to everyone. in that moment, everybody is friends (maybe sometimes against their wills).

there isn't a specific trajectory i have for my life. i have a steady and great job, i'm saving for a house, but i don't really have a solid plan. staying on long island is a goal of mine, but so is moving somewhere rural. out east is rural... hm... i'm okay with pretty much anything and anywhere that isn't a city. when i think "dream life", i picture having a very small tiny house (like one of those tinyhomes) and an acre of land with chickens. i don't think my dream life is that hard to make, honestly.

i do crappy doodle comic things in my spare time and on my downtime at work i'm probably reading a wikipedia article at my computer about some specific and obscure ancient civilization or on google images looking at hamsters. my boss did NOT catch me looking at "colorful shrimp??" on google images yesterday... ahem... haha. i love my whole office though, we're all planning an outing soon and i'm in charge of like, 90% of the planning and calls and yadda yadda. but we're all very tightly-knit and care a lot about each other and ugHH haha yes we are "like a FaMiLy" lolol.

i love cats, hamsters (duh), iguanas, frogs, squirrels, chickens, ducks and gerbils, in no particular order. i also really like going to museums, mainly the american museum of natural history (i used to be a member and never renewed my membership, wompp) and the metropolitan museum of art. i'm trying very hard to like the museum of modern art, but i can't, lol. somehow i like the whitney more.

fall is coming so i'm pretty excited to do fall stuff. my friend and i are gonna go pumpkin picking when the time comes, she's never done that before being she just moved from south brooklyn not even 2 years ago and never took up an opportunity for that kind of day trip yet. we're also gonna do some shopping in november before she goes on a solo vacation across country, and i told her we're going to hit up some farm stands out east too once the weather isn't so freaking hot out. her and i both dress pretty modestly and i personally can't deal with 70+ degree weather... lol.

also i found a recipe for making pumpkin spice lattes and it's a lot easier than i thought. but i lost it and have to go look for it again, ugh... lol.

thanks for reading, see ya's later!!

#new blog #office life #fall #adulting

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doctor-john-smith · 11 months ago

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Hello there! I wanted to wish you the best holiday season! 🎄❄️

Merry Christmas! I hope you're having a lovely holiday. I apologise for my absence, the last few weeks have been hectic. I loved 'The Giggle', the bi-generation was a thing of beauty and Ncuti knocked it out of the park in that episode. I already love his Doctor, 'The Church on Ruby Road' was a wonderful first story for the Doctor and Ruby and I can't wait for May and the continuation of this fantastic new era! What a time to be a Doctor Who fan! 🎅🎄

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The brand new Doctor beamed the most infectious smile towards Ruby Sunday as he leaned calmly against the bright white Tardis console, his arms folded, his legs crossed. Ruby couldn't help but smile back, mesmerised by the impossible man that stood before her, in his equally impossible time machine.

So many things had happened within such a short space of time. Scary things. When I say scary, I mean time travelling, baby eating, coincidence-obsessed goblins. That kind of scary. It's definitely the last thing you want at Christmas.

On the other hand, though, she had met The Doctor. Throughout this incredible, mayhem fueled chapter in her life, he had always been there for her, guiding her by the hand and protecting her like a guardian angel, even at times she hadn't realised. This day had made absolutely no sense whatsoever and yet.. somehow, at the same time, it made perfect sense. There was a paradox of thoughts competing inside her head as she stared into his warm, comforting eyes, which sparkled like the stars in the night sky.

Ruby had no idea what was going to happen next now she had made the daring leap of a decision to travel with The Doctor into territories of time and space both known and unknown. All she did know, at that exact moment, was that she wouldn't have it any other way.

Two foundlings, two new friends bound and brought together by the universe, navigating the vast reaches of reality like an endless ocean.

Ruby cleared her throat. "Doctor Who, exactly? I mean, do you have a name or is it just 'The Doctor'?"

"Just the Doctor," he responded, his eyes still fixed on hers. "I mean, I used to have a name before I took the title of The Doctor, but, it's really long and complicated. Only children and cats can pronounce it. Besides, I've more than earned this title. I've put a lot of work into your universe, hun."

Ruby mused The Doctor's response. "You've put a lot of work into the universe..of course you have.. I mean, everything you've done, rescuing Lulabella and me, defeating a flying pirate ship full of goblins.. it was literally like something out of a fantasy movie. To top it all off, you even have a time machine! I'm still trying to decide if this is a dream or not.."

The Doctor moved away from the console, towards Ruby, resting his hands firmly, reassuringly, on her shoulders. He emitted a chuckle, the grin refusing to vacate his lips. "It's completely real, Ruby. Everything you've experienced, all those extraordinary moments, are what I deal with on a day-to-day basis. You're about to witness all the possibilities this universe has to offer, by stepping through those doors. Take, for example, what happened to me and a good friend of mine, Nomad, after we made out escape from an old enemy of mine, The Cybermen.."

@musesreunite

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marciabrady · 2 years ago

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i was tagged by @maureenoharra to list seven of my comfort films (which i'll be presenting in alphabetical order)! thank you for including me! 💕💕💕

CINDERELLA

i literally don't have words to explain how much this film means to me, how relatable it is on a personal level, how many times i've had no one and nowhere to turn to, only to be guided through every rough patch and hardship by and with this movie. ilene woods was such a gift to this word and i think her legacy is this movie. the energy and complexities she fills cinderella with, the subtle nuance to lady tremaine and all the innerworkings on her mind, the romance with the prince and the love and light the fairy godmother fills cinderella's world with after so many years of abuse and neglect and tragedy. it really does make you feel like dreams can come true and, even if you're an orphan with no one and nothing in the world, you're still capable of being seen as a person, of having nice things- of experiencing joy. i could go on for so much longer but i really do want to try to be somewhat brief with all of these entries

FATHER'S LITTLE DIVIDEND

this might be an unexpected one on my list, but just go with it. i love elizabeth taylor and spencer tracy is top of the top and of course old hollywood is an interest of mine so how could i not love this? it feels like a breath of fresh air and the way it's shot allows me to experience this family and story as though i were a resident in the neighborhood. i love how simple, yet complex it is, and how it allows me to breath and all the contributions it has to the worldbuilding. it has enough greatness to it to really be marked by old hollywood but it's also simple and hidden enough to be like an old friend you only hang out with one on one. hard to further explain its vibe, but it's like the last week of school where the future of summer is right before you- almost tangible- and the late spring air is caressing and you still have enough work where you're not overwhelmed, but have a sense of purpose and the peace is almost greater than it will be when you're actually on vacation

THE GLASS SLIPPER

while leslie isn't my cinderella, i think she plays a great character but she isn't the main draw of this film for me. i love how thoughtful the writing is and how the universe is one that's so real- no one person is all good and no one person is all bad. there's themes to it and lines that i've literally been thinking about for over ten years and still have new takeaways from every day. i think the stepsisters, particularly, have such a charm to them and i love how society functions in this film. this is one of the few cinderella adaptions where i feel like the costuming was done INCREDIBLY well and i love all the interiors and, again, i just love living in this universe and there's something about it that's just easily inhabitable to me

THE LITTLE MERMAID

this movie helps me so much when i feel like an outsider and no one will ever understand me and when i'm just alienated and think i don't have any resources or people around me that will ever be able to accept me. it makes me feel validated and allows me the ability to connect to who i truly am, despite whether or not others like those parts of me, and to not feel shame or be bad- or, concurrently, to allow myself to be that person and be seen in spite of that shame. it's also so much fun and so heartwarming and so energetic and deep and, again, really not enough good things i can say

SLEEPING BEAUTY

the connection i feel to aurora is something that could never be understated. i feel represented in a way i can't explain watching the film, seeing all of her actions and the decisions she makes and how she feels about life and the people around her and the animals and of love. the central theme of love and romance is such a fulcrum of my nature and aurora gives hope to us all who've craved for a human longing and connection that's real and warm and intimate and i love how it's given weight, instead of being mocked and sneered at the way contemporary disney movies do. the score of this movie is so many things and kindles so many beautiful feelings and thoughts and colors in me and there isn't a part of this movie i think is weak or doesn't fail to endlessly captivate me. also- the idea of your true love never being lost to you, even when you put your duty and family before them, and how the truest of partners would battle a dragon for you...life changing. but also the bond with the fairies and how they literally gave her supernatural gifts from birth and how even this captivating, endlessly fascinating princess still pined for companionship but in a mature way and was able to respect her elders and love them and appreciate them but also be intuitive enough and so tied into herself to know she wanted more and i PROMISED i wouldn't make this too long but let me take this moment to say MARY COSTA. i mean, humanity really peaked with her

SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARFS

this film speaks to me on a fundamental level and i think is capable of reaching anyone who has a modicum of humanity left in them. i think it's beyond brilliant and will never be surpassed as a triumph of filmmaking, regardless of the medium. the character of snow white and everything adriana caselotti contributed to her is one of the greatest credits to mankind and the artistry that we fill this earth with. from her singing to the way she moves to how she speaks and reasons, literally everything about this character is so unique and intriguing and grimhilde has such an energy and a power to her voice and her backstory to the point where even thinking about her feels interactive. the prince provides one of the most heartwarming romances and i love how much the animals and dwarfs love snow white and this film to me is my grandmother distilled i just love the music and the plotline and the characters and it really does drive straight to your heart the way that's so effective and strong and powerful

THE WOMEN

what is a better safe space than a project that has only women? even the dogs weren't men and something about that makes me feel sooo much better instantly. i love how it scratches the itch all humans have for gossip and tea and whatnot, but without doing it in an anxiety inducing way or ever creating something that truly feels mean spirited. joan crawford is SO great as crystal, i mean her acting isn't wooden or dated at all and it's so natural, especially when compared to the film's lead (who ngl is lowkey fun to side against). i think rosalind was THE character actress and is so funny in every way you can possibly think of, the character of flora is such a charming hidden gem, and i think lucille watson has great lines. i love how chockfull the script is of clever one-liners and the acting pulls it off SO PERFECTLY, giving zingers and shading is literally as effortless to them as breathing and it's even more refreshing in the over curated era of tiktokers and late night shows where everyone's trying to be a comedian. i love the slice of life characters, like the house staff, and it's just perfect

#tagged #tagging whoever would like to do this!#wish i could've included mickey's house of villains #which i honestly like more/could watch more often than at least one entry on this list

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bonesandthebees · 2 years ago

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Hello! I'm still not free enough to type everything out. But I'll be on vacation next week for the holidays so fingers crossed!

In the meantime,

What are your favourite fics in the mcyt fandom, or any fandom in general, and which ones have inspired you and motivated/reflected in your writing?

Cheers!

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hi snowflake!! wishing you all the luck with whatever you're busy with, and I hope you have a lovely vacation once you're free!! <33 it's so good to hear from you I hope you're doing well :)

oooo good question lemme pull up my bookmarks. most of these are probably gonna be ones I've recced before just bc I don't read a ton of fics so my favorites usually stay the same for a long period of time. also, I'm just gonna put the favorites of mine that I specifically get writing style inspo from. I have a lot of other fics I adore that I just didn't really get a ton of writing inspo from that I'm not gonna include here.

maggot tongue by birdfeet - I've said it before and I'll say it again, I love eli's writing so goddamn much. they have some of the best crimeboys characterization I've ever seen in fics, and the way they write environments and atmosphere is so gritty and raw, it just scratches this specific part of my brain so perfectly, I read literally everything they write. maggot tongue is my fav fic of theirs though (at the moment, they have a wip going on rn that I helped them brainstorm and I know once it's done that's gonna be my new fav). maggot tongue just has fantastic characterization and such a gritty atmosphere, their descriptions make my skin crawl but in the best possible way. I really admire their word choice for descriptions, and their work is definitely something I've taken a lot of inspo from for my own writing

ritual purposes by thanotaphobia - again, i've talked about this fic before but I'm literally never gonna get over it. roxy writes so much amazing stuff, but there's just something about this fic that hits so hard for me. there's so many tiny details in it that just put me right at the archaelogical dig site the fic takes place at. I think my favorite part of roxy's writing here is the way they describe tiny physical interactions. there's one line in particular I always think of, and it's just this bit where phil has his hand resting on tommy's back, and his shirt is still warm from the sun he'd been standing in only minutes before. it's such a tiny line, but it's just so specific and I can think of exactly what that feels like—to have your hand on a child's back and feel the warmth soaking from their shirt into your hand. this fic is full of tiny moments like that that just make it so easy to place yourself in phil's shoes, and not to mention the subject matter is so interesting. I love when authors use really niche knowledge they have and make a fic on it.

His Curse of Binding by bari_astralis - ignore the fact that the link says orphan account, poor bari's ao3 account got fucked one day and all her fics from before got orphaned but she's the author of this. ANYWAY, his curse of binding was probably my first Favorite fic in this fandom. I read it while it was still ongoing, and I remember how excited I would get anytime it updated. I love so many of bari's works because she's an excellent author, but his curse of binding is always gonna hold a special place in my heart. bari has this really perfect instinct for how to balance humor and drama in a way that doesn't lean too far on either side. his curse of binding is one of the funniest fics I've ever read, but it also made me sob. although a lot of my fics don't have a ton of humorous moments in them, I really admire bari's ability to balance those two contrasting moods, and also how distinct her voices for all the characters are. love her stuff.

still life by meridies - if you haven't read any meri meridies fics... I'm so sorry for your loss but you are missing out. I don't actually read or talk about meri's fics a lot mostly because they often hit me so hard, it takes me a lot of time to process my thoughts on them. still life is probably the one that's impacted me the most, but so many of their fics are just fantastic, I highly recommend reading any of them. meri has this really distinct writing style where they don't over describe anything and somehow that says so much more than anything else they could do. they don't dive super deep into thought process a lot of the time and focus more on character actions, which lets the readers make their own interpretations about what the characters are thinking or feeling in any given moment, and it creates a really powerful effect. everything they write feels so raw and human, and while it's drastically different from my own writing style, I love keeping their writing in mind when thinking about ways I can switch up my own methods if I ever want to. just go read their stuff you won't regret it.

#ask #fic recs #snowflake anon

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wiimotion · 25 days ago

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That is awesome Pocchi, I'm so happy you have had lots of fun lately, that makes me happy to hear! I have never been to the east coast but something about Maine has always stood out to me (that's the east coast right? I'm so bad at geography...) ever since I read a book where the characters lived in Maine when I was in 3rd grade, I think? I don't even remember the book but since then I was like "I want to move to Maine!!!" And I still stand by that. I'm so glad you had fun!!! I saw some of the photos, they were awesome, I loved the architecture of the buildings, skyscrapers are beautiful to me.^_^ lately I've been smiling about work... I work 5 days a week now and I love it because I can help people print stuff out, and with the computers. The other day a nice lady from London came in and she appreciated my help so much she came back the next day and dropped chocolate off for me. LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL! And I'm glad to hear you befriended a cat, it is especially special when the cats are shy. I befriended a bear a while back at the zoo, I have photos if you'd like to see, I think I showed you them already tho. And don't worry about the email! Take your time! But I am excited to hear your response!!

(Sorry the ask is so long BTW HAGAGAH I have a lot to say 🥲) HAVE A GREAT DAY POCCHI! TTYL!!

NO ITS OK I LOVE LONG ASKS!! And that’s so sweet about the chocolate, I’m so happy you’re at peace with your job!! ‪(⸝⸝› з ‹⸝⸝)‬ I’ve wanted to work at a library for those reasons, I was helping this woman on my flight back home fix her iPad and it was a silly gesture that I feel would’ve been rude if i WANTED to turn it down but she was talking to her husband across from us like “she’s helping me fix my tablet! :D”. And it was so feelgood and sweet. I get shy sitting next to strangers sometimes!!!

helping people with tech aside, anyone who supports their local library is a friend of mine.. i love archival work and i’d be happy even if the pay was suck!

I don’t think I’ve ever been to Maine, but I’ve heard good things about it!! I think that’s not that far from upstate New York.. I kinda like upstate but I so totally can’t deal with being in a big, rural, flat, empty place for too long!!! O_o I’m not sure how Maine compares.. But it was fun heading east and I really am fond of how the weather and wildlife gets heading up northeast. I saw Canadian geese!!!

you should travel to Maine someday to check it out! I wish I had done that before my family moved to California, because for first year or two is really fun and then you’re like ٩(〃._.〃)ว ‘This is about as cold as it gets and as much rain as I will see. The dirt is far too dry here’. But I love living close to the zoo and the sea so it’s like arghhhhh. Better as a vacation spot if you’re a normal person and not someone ablebodied and very wealthy lololol.

I REMEMBER YOUR BEAR!!!! But i want to see again because now I can’t recall what kind it was!? in my mind I feel like it was a spectacled or moon bear… lets see it!!!!!

#txt #ask mii

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ayekassh · 10 months ago

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Dear dairy,

It's been 2 days since it has been stated that she doesn't want me in her life anymore

2 days of crying madeeyes swollen and it shows redness and black heads around it

My head hurts just like when a doctor smash a hammer on a dead man's skull

My heart burns Little

My appetite has also gotten worse

Her being not mine hurts, a lot!

But what hurts more is that she doesn't want me anymore!

It was going to be 3 years to us next month

But the new year had a surprise for me

Happy fucking new year

As I was texting her last words my eyes started raining already

My body stopped as if it was not getting any oxygen

My breathing stopped

I was not even able to speak

What had happened

It was not so sudden

I already saw it coming

But you can't tell a dying man that he's dying and tell him to be prepared for it

It will hurt whenever he's going to have his last time

The previous months were round the clock rough

She stopped giving proper response

As if I was begging for her to stay with me or talk to me

And she was just replying it felt surreal

Because

This was not the person I knew once and for all

This wasn't the person I hung around with

This wasn't the person I cried while watching movies with

This wasn't the person who made me feel comfortable

This wasn't the person that loved me or that I have loved

For all this time

I don't know where did it all went wrong

I don't know what mistakes I have done or what bad things I've done in my past life that I'm having this as a punishment

I weeped down with friends on their shoulders

Cried my heart out

Been to a place where we used to stargaze

Where I made her wear an ice ring and fit my fingers inside it as well

She was the person who told me before she was flying to another country a few months back that if you're going to leave me I will kill you

And see now

How tables have turned

She had done the same thing to me

Who should I kill?

Myself?

Like yeah I have had dreams and thoughts about ending my own life

But who does give a fuck about it

No one

I don't even have people to share this news with

Or have a conversation about this as adults

Who would listen to my stupid talks now ???

Everyone hates my laughter and I kind of am insecure about it when people make fun of my laughter

She was the person who found it cute ????

Was that all a lie

Who's gonna listen to me rant about work and things that are happening in my everyday life?

Her mom called me in the morning

I thought she might get to know about this incident and maybe is concerned and would like to talk about it

But no

She needed the OTP for the Apollo pharmacy purchase

Because her home's Pharma purchase has my number registered

Lmao

I called her aunty for the first time today

I would call her mummy whenever she called me before today

But I feel it's not the same anymore ?

I called her aunty today !

I had a word with my little sister about the incident

She told me she cried her heart out till 3 hours when she heard this news

And while having this very conversation today she was crying

Because she couldn't see me in pain

Ab is me us bichari ki kya bhool h k wo ro Rahi ?

Many questions no answer

Because

She doesn't even like to answer as well

Conversation became MCQs

I would question a long paragraph

And she would reply in a one word

Or sometimes won't even reply at all

How busy life could be in overseas

You don't get free time for your loved ones

even on a vacation where you go to work for 3 days and you have a whole ass 4 days faltuuuu no work at all ????

Oh wait I'm not in that category anymore !!!

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alba8688 · 1 year ago

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don’t let go

Chapter 13

Word count:3507

Warnings!!! Slight smut at the very end

Eddies pov

It was the last day of Thanksgiving vacation and the past few days with Dani have been amazing we been stuck on our own cocoon here in her apartment watching movies having sex watching movies and having lots of sex .I've never had this much sex in my entire life .But I can't complain about it

We hadn't even realized that today was Sunday and tomorrow Monday back to reality, back to a world where Dani is my teacher and I'm her student .

Why did things have to be so hard ?

But right now I'm gonna enjoy the last day I have with her .I could stay like this forever.

When night came and it was time for bed I held onto Dani tightly the whole night until Dani's alarmWoke me up earlier than what I'm usually used to waking up .But now I was already used to Waking up at 5am making Dani and I breakfast while She got ready for work .

That was my normal routine now .

Ok so I didn't really know how to cook but the other day I wanted to impress Dani and the whole night I was watching cooking videos of how to make scrambled eggs and pancakes .I mean they were ok she didn't say anything she ate everything but now I have gotten better at my cooking skills of making scrambled eggs and pancakes the only thing I knew how to make maybe I'll watch more cooking videos to impress Dani .

So I got up from bed stretching and lay back down watching Dani walk around the room in her panties and no bra looking for a shirt that she couldn't find .When she finally found it she out her bra on and that was my cue to get up and make breakfast the show was over .so I got up and smack her ass on my way out winking at her "Thank you for the show ."

"Show ?" She asked

"Yeah boobies ." She just rolls her eyes and continues getting ready.

So that's how the morning went so far until I tried making a damn coffee for Dani kitchen during the weekend she had received a package with her new coffee maker because the other one stop working and the her coffee machine was different and I didn't know what the fuck I was doing I had to put a small cup somewhere I kept looking around the coffeemaker but nothing.

"How the fuck do I manage this ?"I said under my breath

"Baby just put the kpod in here ." Dani walks in the kitchen saving the morning .I was such an idiot I had to lift the thingy and out the damn kpop or whatever that fuck Dani just said and the machines started brewing the coffee.

"Yeah I knew that ." I mumble she just chuckles and goes back to the room .Damn I needed to upgrade Wayne's coffee maker. Her coffee was done then I made mine. It was easier now that I knew how to use this shit .

Knock knock knock

Who could it be ? I looked at the time it was barely 6am. Who could be here this early?

It couldn't be Dustin he usually calls when he wants Dani to pick him up .

"Babe someone's at the door ."I ran to

the room whispered to Dani but she was in the bathroom.

"Just ask who it is please ."

She shouts from inside the bathroom.

"Are you taking a shit ?" I teased her

"Nooo!!"

"Well it stinks ." I chuckled ,it didn't really stink. I just like messing with her because she doesn't like going number two when I'm around. If she does she has to take a shower afterwards.But right now she was doing her makeup .

Shit ,what do I do now ?Do I open the door? What if it's someone that recognizes me?

I stood in-front of the door and checked through the peephole to see who was knocking.there was a guy standing with his back to the door. I couldn't see his face so I opened the door slightly .

"Hi." I said awkwardly

And guess who the fuck it was ,mother fucking Liam coming to ruin my morning.

He turns around and smiles at me .That stupid sexy smile he does that must have driven Dani crazy before but not anymore because she says she loves my smile.

"Hey is Dani home ?" He ask with a stupid smirk on his face .This fucking guy was carved by the Gods honestly.

What the fuck was Dani doing with me when she could be with this handsome dude ..

Fuck him and his sexiness.

Fuck I'll even cheat on myself with this guy .But he still looks like a douche .

"Dani is the restroom." I respond softly

"Can I come in ?" He ask, I move to the side to let him in and he look around the apartment and I saw him chuckle

"The Christmas tree has to be up since the last week of October ." He tells me pointing to the tree .Yeah whatever dude you know her better than me .Don't shove it in my face .

Ok now I had to come with a good fucking lie to why I was here at 6am in the morning.

Wait what the fuck is he doing here is damn early ?

Liam walks around the apartment stopping in front of the Christmas tree then he chuckles and takes a seat on the couch .I close the door and go back to The kitchen to continue the breakfast and finish making Dani's coffee for her to take with her .

I could feel Liam's eyes burning in the back of my head.

"Aren't you her student ?" He asked making me freeze in place .

🖤🖤

I felt my whole blood drain from my body.I think my blood pressure went super high at that moment .I was frozen in place not wanting to turn and look at him. I didn't want to face him at the moment .

I didn't know what to fucking answer to him .I never thought this could happen especially with her ex .

"Yeah you're her student, the one that ran off that day ." He says ,My eyes are still in Dani's coffee and I'm still not moving my hands gripping the side of the counter, my knuckles white of how hard I'm gripping it .

Dani's voice comes from the room.

"Baby can you come help me zip this up "she pauses "Never mind I got it !!" She shouts from the room. I turn to look at Liam who has a smirk on her face .

"So your Dani's new boyfriend ? How old are you anyways 16??" This guy really ?Do I look 16?

"No, I'm 20 ." I said sternly finally picking up my head and look at him he was still smirking

"And you're still in high school ?" He scoffs and rolls his eyes .

"Yes ." There's silence for a moment and he keeps his eyes on me. It's like we were having a string contest until the door from Dani's room opens and from my peripheral I see her standing in the door like a deer caught in headlights.

"Liam!?" She says softly

"One of your students Dani really ? that's who you changed me for ?" He asks her getting too close to her to my liking, his face inches from her .

I made a beeline to Dani standing

Right next to her protectively.I felt the need to protect her from this Liam guy . Dani's eyes started getting glazed. I took her hand on mine, squeezing it tight.Letting her know I was here for her.

"Wow you have him well trained as well ." He chuckles evilly,Dani turns to look at me .

"Ed's I'll see you in school Ok I'll handle it ."she leans in to whisper in my ear .

"Are you sure ?" I told her I didn't want to leave her alone with this guy .I couldn't leave her alone to face him .

I wanted to stay here with her and protect her .But she insisted I go .that she would be fine.

"I'll see you at school Ed's"she smiles but I could see a tear fall from her eye. I let out a huff of air and grabbed my jacket and my coffee and left the apartment.

Walking down the stairs I kept looking back at the apartment hoping Dani would call me and tell me she wanted me back but she didn't.

I opened the door to my van and turned on the van and drove off like a crazy man towards Gareth's house .I don't know why I decided to go to his house but I just needed to go somewhere where I felt safe and my uncle wasn't home yet .

I really hope everything is fine and that Liam doesn't try to do anything to Dani or try to black mail her .

I felt so stupid everything was my fault if I hadn't begged for her to be with me we wouldn't be in this situation she pushed me away and I fought to be with her and now look at where we ended I never wanted this to happen I never wanted her to get in trouble this is all my fault .

Fuck fuck fuck !!!! Son of a bitch I kept hitting the steering wheel .

I didn't even realized how I got to Gareth house but now here I was in his driveway crying.I was fucking crying in Gareth's drive way .I caught a glimpse of Gareth outside smoking. I don't even know why I came here. It was the first person that came to my head .I got down, calmed myself and wiped the tears from my eyes .

"Hey man what's wrong ?''Gareth asked. I hadn't even seen when he walked over I was too lost in thought. I was already on the ground with my back against the van and my hands in my face.

I didn't even care that the ground was cold and full of snow ❄ ️ Gareth sat next to me putting a hand over my shoulder and I leaned into him crying .

"What's wrong man?" He asks concern.Gareth has been my best friend since childhood and I know I always came to him When I felt like shit he was the only one that has seen me cry, the only one that has seen me on my lowest .

I always told him everything but not this time he didn't know about Dani and I couldn't afford to tell him risking Dani in the process.

"I'm gonna lose her man ." My voice muffled

"Lose who ?" He asked ,he had no idea who I was talking about .I picked up my head and turned to look at him.I had tears in my eyes, I never had let my guard down in front of my friends. I always put on a mean scary face but deep Down I wasn't and now with Dani in my life she has made me soft .

"I don't want to lose her man, I love her ." I managed to speak through tears ,sobs and hiccups.

"Eddie, who are you talking about ?" Gareth's voice sounds more concerned now ."man you're scaring me what's going on?"

Fuck! I wish I could tell him everything about Dani and how happy she makes me .

I wish I could tell him that she changed me for good and I'm actually graduating this year because of her. She changed me for the better .I'm actually getting good grades .

But I couldn't .

"I don't want her to go to jail. I love her man and I couldn't forgive myself if she went to jail because of me in so stupid so fucking stupid man." Gareth was more confused; he didn't know what I was talking about. I could see it in his face .

"Who is going to jail ? Man, you're scaring me ." I couldn't take if she went to jail because of me .I needed to let her free but at the same time I didn't want to. I couldn't be without her .

I was so fucking selfish. I needed her in my life .

Fuck why is this so fucking hard ??

"Eddie man, what's wrong ?" Gareth asked once again but I was just babbling nonsense."Eddie you're shaking let's go inside man it's freezing ." Gareth helped me get up from the ground .But I kept shaking my head no .Telling him that I didn't want her to go to jail .

As we were walking inside through the garage

Headlights from a car blind me entering Gareth's driveway.Gareth turns to see who it is but he can't tell who it was because the lights are too bright.and it had started snowing .I wipe tears from my eyes and take a second glance at who it is squinting my eyes.

"Dani." I let go of Gareth and ran towards her. trying my best not to slip in the snow .She was getting out of her car and she stopped when she saw me .

"Miss .Henderson ." I heard Gareth say ,he looked even more confused and everything that I had told him might have made sense at the moment to him.

She jumped Into my arms and I held her tight .Peppering her face with kisses .

"I love you kiss, I'm so stupid kiss ."

I didn't want to let her go but I didn't want to risk someone seeing us other than Gareth ,but I know I could trust him And he will probably get after me ,but I'll deal with that later .

Right now I just wanted to be with Dani and never let her go .

I set her down on the ground slowly and kiss her soft lips like there was no tomorrow .

"Baby how did you know I was here ?"I ask her

"Umm remember you shared your location with me ." She says softly, pecking my lips .

Oh shit I had forgotten about that .

"Dani, is everything ok with Liam ? Is he gonna talk?Or are you gonna have to keep him quiet ?" I bombarded her with questions

"Yes, I talk to Liam you don't have to worry about anything, ok ." She reassured me by placing her hand on my cheek.Making me melt into her .

"Dani maybe is better .." she put her index finger over my lips before I could even finish saying anything

"Don't you dare say that Edward Munson I love You please don't." She said almost as a whisper

"But Dani ." I couldn't deal with the fact that if we were to get caught she was one that was going to get hurt .

"Will be more careful. I'll move to another apartment. I don't care if I break my lease. I'll move somewhere else. I'll quit my job but I don't want to lose you Eddie ." She cried into my arms .

I rub her back up and down with my fingers and kiss the top of her head .

I didn't want to lose her either but what were we gonna do now that Liam knows and what did she get herself into with Liam .

"Ok I don't mean to interrupt but the sun is coming out and someone might see you guys ." Gareth said softly he was standing awkwardly with his hands inside his front pockets.

"Plus I'm freezing my balls." He chuckled awkwardly, making Dani laugh .

The day went super slow today for me. It was barely lunch time. I wanted to get the hell out of here and be with Dani because I could tell something was bothering her .

I went to sit in my usual Spot on the head of the hellfire table .I was the first to get there. I'm guessing the rest were getting lunch but right now I wasn't hungry .

I needed to know that Dani was ok

"Ding"

I pick up my phone and saw that I got a text from Dani

D:"Left you lunch in your locker pretty boy 🖤."

E:"You know flattery works with me ." I reply

💬........

D:"oh shut it Edward Go get your lunch."

E:"You're not having lunch with The hellfire club today ?"

💬......

D:"I don't know if that's a good idea ."

E:"We are not gonna be alone, it's gonna be the whole hellfire club ." I insisted

"D:ok come to the classroom and don't forget your lunch !!"

I got up really fast looking for the rest of the gang .To let them know Dani wanted us to eat with her in her classroom.

I eventually found them and told them to head to Dani's class.Dustin got really excited. He always loves spending time with his sister .

I went to get my lunch from my locker and realized that it was from my favorite diner. Once I grabbed the food I headed to Dani's class, the whole Hellfire club was already there arguing about a campaign .

I love seeing Dani talking about D & D. It's one of my favorite things about her .

I love how invested she was in the campaigns. I love how she furrowed her eyebrows when she is playing and the way she tries to Read my next move .

She was definitely the love of my life and one day I was gonna ask her to marry me .

Time skip

After school I followed Dani back home, keeping a few feet away from her car. She drove like a maniac. I think she drives worse than I do .

I needed To talk to her about that and right now it was snowing she needed to be more careful .I don't know why I worried too much if I myself drive like a maniac.When we finally arrived home she got down first and I waited 10 minutes before going in she had left the door unlocked for me even though I had a key already .she had probably forgotten.

When I walked in she was pacing around the living room mumbling things under her breath.

I hugged her waist from her back kissing the back of her head .

She immediately turns me around and kisses me passionately. I can never get tired of the way she kisses me, making me forget about everything .

If she only knew how weak she made me feel .

I picked her up from her thighs carrying her to the room placing her down slowly while I crawl on top of her kissing her neck searching for that weak spot I know she loves .

She let out a moan and that's when I knew I found that spot .

I love her so fucking much why did she have to be my teacher ?

Why did I have to fail all this time? Maybe if I hadn't failed I would be able to be with her without hiding our love .

"Is everything ok?" I asked through kisses

I really wanted her to tell me what was going on with her because since she talked to Liam she was too quiet .

"Later ." She responded

"Ok."

Right now I was Just going to enjoy this moment I have with her .

I leaned in and kissed her lips . They were tender .I pressed more firmly against her and she wrapped her arms around my neck .I groaned against her neck and she smiled knowing damn well what she does to me.I grip the back of her head wrapping a fist full of her hair around my fingers and crush our lips together .

I stood up taking off my jacket and shirt and she helped me unbutton my jeans pulling them down together with my boxers.

I Lean back down helping her take her shirt off as well as her jeans .

I gently take her panties off and throw them to the ground,I spread her legs open and I can see how ready she is for me.

"Is this all for me ?"my mouth was so close to her entrance and I know I'm making her weak with how wet she is .

I run my fingers through her folds and she throws her head back arching.I circle her clit before adding a finger inside of her, I saw how much she is enjoying it and I added another finger making her legs shake.

I keep my fingers inside of her while my thumb is running circles in her clit .

I go up and kiss her lips and down her chest leaving love bites where only I'm able to see them.I pick up my rhythm with my fingers .

Baby don't stop ,"she mewl ,i know she is close

So I accelerate the Rhythm of my fingers .

And I feel her release all over my hand .

Calling out my name .

I gently take my fingers out and bring them to my lips, sucking them Clean.

"Fucking Shit Eddie that was wow ."

I look up To her and gave her a smirk

"I'm not done with you baby ."

Tonight I was going to make her forget about everything .

I was gonna take care of her .

Next chapter

#eddie munson #stranger things #teacher crush #hawkins high #lovers #love #student #hawkins #smut #love true

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stonewallsposts · 2 years ago

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16 personalities questions: 34-36

I forgot to post the second set yesterday, so here's a makeup post to catch up.

34. You usually postpone finalizing decisions for as long as possible

Not really, I like figuring some things out in advance. For example, I'll think about vacations probably a year in advance. I'll map out more or less where I'll go and even what days would probably work. Then around 4-6 months in advance, I'll buy the flight, hotels, car, etc. needed for the trip. Sometimes I've done it so far in advance that by the time the trip is actually here, I have to refresh my memory on what exactly I bought. My son spoke about going to Europe this year, probably around September. I've been bugging him ever since because I kind of want to know. I think we're going to Rome. Though to be fair, this year is a tough one for vacations. My wife just quit her 33 year career at a large company, where she had gobs of PTO built up, and is now at the small law firm where I work. So she doesn't have a ton of PTO saved like before. It would probably be best to skip a vacation this year, but I won't get a lot of opportunities to go with my oldest son, so we'll do our best to make it happen. But he makes more money than both of us combined, so it's not a problem for him to travel.

But in general, I'll try to make decisions pretty quickly.

35. You rarely second guess the choices that you have made

This is true. I think I used to second guess my choices more often, but not so much anymore. I've just come to recognize that I can't go back and change anything, so make the best of where I am. A big part of making the best is not wasting my time wishing I could change what I can't.

I mean there are a bunch of little things where sometimes I think; oh, poo. I should have ordered that instead, it looks better than mine, or maybe I shouldn't have bought the shirt.... but to be honest, there's not much second-guessing even in these things.

As far as the big things, I do the best I can to make a good decision and then make the best of it when I'm there. To be honest, most of the big decisions I've made, I don’t regret. Even some things that I probably should regret, I just chalk them up to learning experiences, rather than spending time wishing I could undo them.

Somewhere back around 2007-8, I decided that I should learn to dress myself better. So I underwent a period of trying to learn about style and dressing myself in clothes that would flatter me. I bought some books on men's style and learned about colors and fit and what shapes looked good and why. I found a tailor, Rose, a Vietnamese lady at Zip Tailoring, on La Palma across from the Buena Park Mall, that I started taking clothes to regularly. Even though I rarely go there anymore, she still remembers my name. But in my zest for buying clothes, I probably made some purchases that were.... unwise. In my defense, I'm an artist and I love color, and have no problem wearing bolder patterns... but I bought a white suit for summer one year and paired it with a bright pink shirt. Wore it while I was leading worship even. A little kid came up to me at church, and I swear this is true, told me I looked like Brad Pitt! I mean, that's for sure not the worst thing anyone's said to me... but would I wear that ever again? Probably not. Ok, for sure I wouldn't.

36. After a long and exhausting week, a lively social event is just what you need

No. My ideal weekend is having nothing planned. I love staying at home and doing some reading, and watching some shows. But I'll break it up with trips out too. However, I have to mindful of my wife, who does thrive on doing things. So if she wants to go places, I usually get ready to go even if I don't want to.

Even though I do like social events and usually enjoy myself when I'm there, I often consider it ideal when I don't have anything to do. One of my lines these days is: I'm not looking for excitement anymore, I'm just hoping nothing goes wrong! Which, alright, sounds a little curmudgeonly, but it's closer to the truth than not. I do however reallllllllly look forward to vacations and little outings. So I'm not a total homebody.

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fatewoven · 1 year ago

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He expects wariness, a touch of defensiveness as Bhaal's favored snaps at the gently winding leash, but instead, Sloan settles in his presence with a trust (or, more accurately, a lowering of her guard) that's more precious than an entire city's gold. The edge of his thumb skim across the curve of her jaw, whereupon Enver smears more blood, a sight more familiar than stars hung across the night sky. A private smile, a held breath, he observes her muscles grow slack as each of his fingers slowly span across her neck, feeling a calm pulse greet his possessive touch. "Loyal to their Father the most perhaps.... But I shall trust you in the matter."

As Sloane moves, aware of her eyes following his every move, Enver turns his back to her willingly and kneels by the corpse. Inspects the tattoos, recognizing the syndicate roots. It seems his recent moves made some powerful individuals upset enough to hire assassins. How quaint.

"Use it as you see fit. What's mine is yours, my dear," he murmurs, gesturing vaguely toward the lavish washroom. On any other night, Enver might've invited himself along and offered to clean with indulgent care, but the work demands his full focus as he returns to planning, weighing the threat and worth of each opponent. It's not a compromise at all when he enjoys, excels really, at such machinations, mind kept keen. The Urge's companionship is merely a boon; a most favored and sharpest in a box of tools.

However, not blind to his hubris, he is aware that if handled poorly, Sloane would dismantle him easily as she's done with the corpses — and the thought is less off-putting than one would guess.

By the time his company returns, refreshed, the remains were cleared away with only a lingering stain on the floors where it was scrubbed clean. The scratch of quill against parchment continues for moments longer before he sets them aside, acknowledgement gracing his features in the form of a smile. "Would you care for wine? I realize I've been a poor host since your arrival." He gestures toward the lounging area, near the fireplace, and vacates the territory of his desk where business takes precedence.

"You made for a singularly impressive first meeting. Do you recall? It must've been any ordinary day and kill for you, but I found myself deeply desiring to know more about you, Sloane. That desire has yet to wane, deep into our partnership as we are." Her name rolls off the tongue, decadent and smooth as the wine he offers in crystal glasses. "Now, what is that you wish to discuss?"

She is already covered in enough blood that she doesn't seem too put off, though she tilts her head a bit, looking up at him. The red of her eyes glows slightly, visible in the dark. She doesn't usually blink much, but here, her gaze lingers for a moment, and then she closes her eyes, just for a moment, and gives the slightest of nods. Her concession of trust. She doesn't like having most people out of sight for even a moment.

an effective weapon, magnificent, a job well done—it's the sort of language that she likes. She doesn't get it from dearest, demanding, murderous Father, or her worshipful underlings. Her butler certainly sings her praises at every chance, but never does it feel genuine. She kills the bastard at least once a week just to see if it'll make him stop, but it never does. Enver's different, and she's not used to being liked as a friend or confidante, rather than an object of devotion.

❛ mmm. i came to tell you that i left three of the pack to scatter what's left of him and his little gaggle of free-thinkers, ❜ She says, finally. She flicks her free hand, and the knife she'd brought with her disappears somewhere into her leathers. ❛ venn, hram and my sister, orin. i know you find the faceless... quirky, but they're loyal, and they do their jobs well. ❜

She leaves the bloody remains at the door for him to pick over if he'd like (they had a tattoo on each wrist, it was why she'd brought the arms), and then steps around him, until they're standing side-by-side rather than face to face. ❛ i figured a little bit of speculation would keep like-minds off your tail for a while, but i didn't want the cat out of the bag too quickly, just in case. ❜

The room's in an interesting state, she notes. Bane's busiest bee at work late through the hours again. Over her shoulder, catlike eyes shimmering in the dark, she adds, ❛ i would like to use your washroom to clean up a bit, and then i have a few other things to discuss. no objections, i assume? ❜

#wolfchosen #gortash / interactions.#verse / between blade and marrow.#/ i blinked and this monstrosity was typed up #/ sloane is his specialest and dearest buddy #/ i like to think he saw her murdering and was like yeah. that one will be terrific #/ now time for more chats :>

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leiawritesstories · 2 years ago

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Last one for now j in promise but city boy rowans parents come (since they come every summer) and see how they’re drawn together and meddle/maybe catch them in a compromising position

A Fine Woman

Rowaelin Month 2022, Day 10: Unconventional Way to Get a Date @rowaelinscourt

thank you for the prompt anon and i’m sorry it took so freaking long to get this done and posted lol

word count: 2,006

warnings: lots of parental meddling

enjoy!!

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"Love?" Rowan's lazy whisper floated into her ear.

Aelin cracked her eyes open, not budging from her very comfortable position sprawled in Rowan's lap on her porch swing. "Hmm?"

"I, uh, there's something I have to tell you."

"Fire away." She shifted so her gaze was on him. "I'm listenin', city boy."

He released a short huff. "My parents are coming."

"Really?" She sat up, resettling herself into his lap. "Oh, that's wonderful news! I've missed 'em here."

"Yeah, well, they've missed the place too, and they managed to get a couple days of vacation while I'm still here. They'll be arriving tomorrow."

"Yay!" She beamed at him. "D'you need to pick 'em up from the airport?"

"No, they're renting a car. I just..." He blushed a little, the color hidden by the falling darkness. "I thought I should probably warn you."

"And why's that?" She kissed his nose. "Your parents know that we're grown adults, they can deal with us havin' a...friendship."

"That's just it, love." He swallowed. "They're going to meddle, I just know it."

"Because..."

"Because they don't know that I'm your boyfriend," he blurted, his whole face flushing scarlet.

Aelin burst into laughter, cupping her city slicker's face. "Oh, city boy, you haven't told your parents?" She calmed her giggling. "Well then, I s'pose we'll just have t'let 'em make their meddlin', yeah?"

"You're evil," Rowan pouted.

She kissed his puffed-out lips. "You love me."

"I love you," he chuckled, kissing her warmly.

"Thanks for the warnin'," she grinned, laying her head atop his broad shoulder. "But don't worry, Ro, I adore your parents just as much as they adore this place. We'll be fine."

Enna and Peter Whitethorn arrived at Galathynius Ranch shortly before noon the next day, strolling into the guesthouse wearing big bright smiles.

"Aelin!" Enna exclaimed, folding the ranch owner into a warm hug. "I've missed you, dear."

"Welcome back," Aelin grinned, embracing her. And moving on to Peter, who greeted her just as affectionately. "It's so good to see y'all again! I've missed you 'round these parts."

"Not half as much as we've missed being here," Peter chuckled. "Have you seen that son of mine anytime soon?" He flicked his wife a sly wink. "I remember him saying something about being here to greet us when we arrived..."

Enna nudged her husband in the ribs. "You're not being even remotely subtle," she whispered.

Rowan strolled into the atrium then, beaming at his parents. "Hullo, Mom, Dad."

The Whitethorn parents immediately rushed to their son, folding him into a tight embrace. "It's so good to see you, son," Peter murmured, hiding the emotion choking his voice. With Rowan working so much, he was hardly able to see his parents save for scattered FaceTime calls and the occasional holiday visit.

"It's good to see you too, Dad." Rowan handed his mother a handkerchief. "Don't get all weepy, Mom, I'm right here."

Enna sniffled. "Don't sass me, boy. It feels like I haven't properly seen you in years, and look at you!" She winked. "All grown up and just begging for a wonderful woman to take you home."

"Mom," Rowan groaned. "At least wait until dinner to start your matchmaking, okay?" He grabbed both parents' suitcases. "Where's your room?"

"Where it always is," Aelin laughed, handing Enna the room keys. The Whitethorns had been staying in Room 324 since they started coming to the ranch. "It's all ready for ya."

Peter threw another grin at his wife as they watched Rowan effortlessly heft their suitcases and head up the stairs. "Look at our strong manly son go," he hummed, just loud enough for Aelin to hear. "Any woman would be lucky indeed to have him in her life."

"Peter," Enna chided, winking at him even as she pinched his side, "I thought we'd agreed not to be obvious!"

Aelin had to turn around so they wouldn't see her blushing.

She counted herself lucky indeed to have Rowan in her life, yes she did.

"Well look at that," Enna smirked as Aelin finished her little speech and strolled through the dining hall. "She really does know how to bring the place to life, doesn't she?" A casual elbow into her son's arm. "Doesn't she?"

"Wh--huh--Aelin?" Rowan jerked his gaze away from the woman in question. Or, more accurately, from the way her blouse exposed far too much skin for him to remain cool and collected. "Yeah, she really brings the guests into the ranch life."

His mother nudged him again. "Am I correct in presuming that you, being a high and mighty city man, don't partake in the ranch life?"

Rowan smothered the comment that rose within him regarding exactly how much he partook in ranch life. "I've gone horseback riding!" he protested.

Enna laughed. "Son, you could go horseback riding in Seattle." She beamed at him. "Oh, look! Aelin!" Before Rowan could protest, Enna waved Aelin over to their table.

"Well hey there," she greeted them, smothering her wicked grin at the rather uncomfortable expression on Rowan's face. "What's up?"

"Aelin dear," Enna beamed, "Rowan was just telling me that he wants to do more of the ranch activities!"

Aelin quashed her furious blush. "Well, Enna, I oughta tell y'all that Rowan here's actually participated in quite a few of the ranch events. Heck, it seems so recent that he was doin' lasso lessons and ridin' cranky ol' Erawan like a pro!"

Rowan groaned deeply, burying his face in his hands. "We agreed not to mention the Erawan incident!"

Aelin smirked. "But yer a ranch legend now, city slicker." She flashed a grin at his parents. "Ask any of the guests, they'll tell ya all 'bout Mr. Whitethorn here and his adventures."

"Isn't that wonderful?" Peter grinned. "Say, Aelin, how about you tell us when the guests go horseback riding and we'll go along with out son, yeah?"

"Of course!" She handed them a little brochure listing the activity schedule. "I go ridin' with everyone for the morning slot, and my ranch manager, Darrow, does the afternoon."

"Then we'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning," Rowan's father replied. "Looking forward to it!"

Rowan hadn't lifted his face.

Chuckling, Aelin winked at his parents. "Y'all might want t'cheer him up a li'l," she teased. "He looks awfully miserable. Poor Mr. Ranch Legend."

"Poor Mr. Ranch Legend?" Rowan practically wailed, flopped on his back on Aelin's couch. "You're evil, love. Evil."

"I know." She grinned down at him, his head lying in her lap.

He sighed. "Ae, how in the hell are we gonna keep them from 'accidentally' leaving us together at the side of the trail?"

"Whoever says they'll do that?"

"Mom's in full-speed-ahead matchmaker mode," Rowan mumbled. "I've a bad feeling that she'd stage a wedding right here, right now, if she could."

Aelin chuckled, carding her fingers through his hair. "And would that be such an awful thing, now?" she teased, playing the devil's advocate just for the hell of it.

He caught her wrist. "Cowgirl, I haven't even proposed to you yet."

"Is that a promise, city boy?"

Something impossibly soft flickered in his pine eyes. "You're my forever, Aelin," he whispered, "I know you are. But I'm...I'm not ready to take another step yet."

She caressed the sharp planes of his face. "I know, my love. Neither am I." Then she flashed him a smirk. "Won't stop your mother from tryin', though."

Brimming with slightly wicked glee, Aelin made it her mission to tease the absolute hell out of Rowan on the next morning's excursion, starting with putting on her very favorite pair of jeans. His very favorite pair of her jeans. The ones that molded seamlessly to the curves of her ass, her hips, the defined length of her legs. He'd gone into the guesthouse for breakfast, not wanting to give his parents any more hints than they picked up about how he and Aelin were actually dating, so he didn't see her in those jeans until she arrived at the corral for the ride.

"Mornin', everyone!" she greeted the group of fifteen or so guests. "How y'all doin'?"

Rowan's eyes just about bugged out of his head, his brain emptied of everything except the overload of Aelin wearing those jeans in front of the whole group.

Enna elbowed him. "Quit gaping!" She grinned. "I know she's a gorgeous woman, but you can't just gawp at her, my boy."

"Mom!" Rowan hissed, flushing. "Stop that!"

Once everyone was settled on a horse and moving along the trail, Aelin trotted over beside the Whitethorns, tipping her hat. "Mornin', y'all."

"Good morning," Peter grinned. "Lovely day, isn't it?"

"Perfect for a ride," she replied, sliding Rowan a sidelong glance.

Rowan choked on whatever he'd been about to say. "It's lovely," he wheezed, his ears flaring bright cherry red.

Aelin winked and settled into pace with his parents. Giving him a high quality view of her ass as she rode along the trail.

Fucking hell.

As the group started off again after their quick water break, Rowan noticed that his saddle was loose. Odd. He'd been certain that it had been secure. So he dismounted, stroking the horse's neck, and checked the straps. Sure enough, one was loose. He grumbled a string of swears and reached for the loose strap.

Only for Aelin's hand to land atop his. "Uh-uh, Ro."

"Huh?" He blinked. "Aren't you supposed to be with the group?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm s'posed to be makin' sure none of the guests do anything stupid like try and fix a saddle they ain't got no idea how to tighten."

"Oh."

She chuckled. "Stand aside, city boy, I'll have this fixed in no time. And don'cha worry, Galan's with the group, they'll be fine when we catch up." Efficiently, she re-secured the saddle strap, murmuring to the horse as she quickly tightened the leather. "There ya are, Ro."

"How the hell'd it happen?" he wondered aloud, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I thought everything was all set when we left the ranch grounds, Ae."

She shrugged. "Saddle straps loosen. Only takes a moment to fix."

His quizzical look morphed into slyness. "A moment that we now have alone, hmm?"

"You're bad, city boy," she chuckled, stepping closer.

He smirked, sliding his hands over her hips. "Is it so bad to want a little kiss?"

Her lips curled wickedly. "With you, Ro, nothing's little."

He swallowed her giggle with a claiming kiss, his tongue brushing against the seam of her lips. She sighed into him, opening her lips at his gentle, coaxing demand, leaning into his body for one stolen moment.

A wolf whistle jerked them back into reality, and they sprang apart, both blushing madly.

"I knew it!" Enna Whitethorn's triumphant declaration rang across the prairie.

Rowan groaned, yanking his bandanna up to cover his face. "Mom!"

Enna giggled, beaming at her son and the ranch owner. "I knew you two wouldn't be able to resist each other, I just knew it!"

"Doesn't mean you had to loop all the way back here to see it," Peter teased, stopping beside his wife.

"Oh, you are the worst," she returned. "Wasn't it your idea to keep them held up back here?"

Aelin gasped. "You set us up!"

"Guilty as charged," Enna admitted without an ounce of regret.

Aelin tipped her head back, breaking into laughter. "Really?"

"You two make a very cute couple, if you were wondering," Enna grinned, waving her fingers at the two of them, Rowan in distress, Aelin laughing. "I don't regret a thing, dear."

"I do!" Rowan groaned, turning back to his horse and swinging himself a little clumsily into the saddle. "That might be the most embarrassing moment of my life, Mom."

"Well then," Aelin began, flashing her city slicker's parents a very wicked grin, "in the spirit of embarrassing your son, I think I should let you know that we've been seeing each other for a while now."

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bntaa · 2 years ago

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I Think I'm Dating a Fae, Chapter 3

March 9

Dear Diary,

It’s been a few days since I've written here. We’ve been busy. The fae research is showing more and more traits of Sol’s than I realized. He’s a nudist at heart, has an insane talent for languages, and loves sex (I’ve never met a man who didn’t, though, so maybe that doesn’t count). But there’s another reason, too.

Spring Break is coming up. Yasmine’s so excited! A little too excited, actually. She’s never liked her school. Summers Elementary has this motto – “We Teach Kids to Love Learning!” but I’m starting to think it was false advertising.

Oh, who am I kidding? I always knew that was bullshit!

Yasmine loves learning, always has, but she hates school. She asks me lessquestions than before she started. The more you learn, the more you realize you don’t know, right? But her curiosity, it’s…stunted.

And she’s even more shy around other kids now! If for nothing else, school is meant to socialize children properly. Help them learn how to get along with others under adult supervision. It’s been a year and a half now and she still hasn’t made friends.

And lately, she’s been coming home with bruises. The teachers say she must have gotten them from playing or roughhousing. Yasmine does play hard, but she’s relatively careful for a seven-year-old girl. And she’s too quiet when I ask her about them.

She’s being bullied. Even if she won’t tell me, I know.

But what do I do? It’s not like we can change her schooling now or move. I can’t ask Sol for big things like that. We’re not even married! And we can’t change schooling in the middle of the school year. Changing schools in the middle is the worst. I should know.

But it feels like I’ve done everything else I can do. Sol buys her trendy clothes and backpacks, and one of us is always styling her hair all cute, but kids will find anything they can to bully their peers. I’ve talked to Yasmine’s teachers, the principal, and even the lunch and recess monitors! I sent that email to the other students’ parents too, and nothing has made significant change. I don’t think I can do much more to help! Not with making friends, not with the bullying, not even with the “learning to love learning” shtick they keep spouting!

I could always ask Sol to talk to them. Not only is he a man, meaning the school board will listen to his concerns more on principle, but there’s something about him that just makes everyone want to listen. I remember when this homeless guy tried to mug us on our anniversary last year. Sol straight up told him to give up the gun and he did. At the time, I was shocked. But that’s just how Sol is.

This is perfect. Why didn’t I think of it before? When we get back, I’ll ask him to talk with the teachers, the parents, etc. They’ll listen to him. Actually, I’ll just ask him now so I won’t forget.

Of course he agreed, so now that’s settled. Those snakes at school are in for it when we get back! He was so mad; he thought they were working on solving the problem like they’d promised me before. It’s too bad none of the other parents are joining us in the little talk we’re going to have with the teachers and principal. It would have made them take us even more seriously.

But when I sent that email before, most ignored or actively judged my kid for having “issues” and being a “troublemaker,” like their children weren’t shunning mine. Racist bitches. They won’t help their own children or mine by teaching them to be kind, so we’re on our own here.

But let’s stop thinking about school. Spring Break is almost here and I wanted to do something special to take Yasmine’s mind off it all, so…I cracked. I did, I cracked and finally asked Sol to take us on vacation a few days ago. He was so happy. He did a little dance and everything.

But even though I could see how much he wanted to do this for us, I felt more worried than excited. Like I said before, no one’s ever called me a gold-digger or leech to my face. It’s just that, at that moment, and really any time he’s bought me a nice dress or taken me out to an expensive restaurant I swear I can hear people thinking it about me. And knowing they all think less of you every time you wear those nice heels to work chips away at you after a while.

I ignored it for the first year. The second year it was a little harder. How did it feel like more people stared? I heard people whispering in my third year. I could have sworn my family side-eyed me just a bit when I brought Sol over. And when I stopped attending service as much? The only saving grace was his personality. And now, it’s like everyone can tell we don’t belong together. That he’s dating down. I always look out of place at those fancy restaurants. Even when he says he’s not embarrassed, I’m sure I’m too loud or awkward. I never know where to put my hands.

And Sol can only say and do so much. He tries, of course, every time he sees that I’m feeling insecure.

“All this ‘gold-digger’ nonsense you’re worried about? Garbage.”

“I want a future with you, dear. Please trust that I know what I want.”

“It’s long past time you start asking for things! I’ve been begging you to let me treat you and the kids for ages.”

“You’re a wonderful woman who deserves wonderful things, and we have great kids who deserve great things.”

“You must believe me when I say that I care for you. I don’t clean just anyone’s bathrooms for free, you know.”

“I’ve never lowered my standards for anyone and I never will.”

“I’ve dated you for four years because I want to. You think we would still be together if I thought I was dating down? That I would just carry on like nothing was wrong to avoid hurting your feelings? Have you met me?”

“Darling, I love you. Now please go to sleep so we can wake up refreshed tomorrow. I don’t want to have breakfast with your parents still tired.”

And I know he’s right, I do! But Ma always thought I was fast. And the second man I get, after I’ve already had two kids, just happens to be a millionaire? Not that I know he’s a millionaire; he’s never said exactly how much he actually makes and I don’t ask, but it’s pretty clear he has some cash.

It looks shady. I know it does. And everyone else knows it, too! My girlfriends have all asked me several times what I had to give up to get him to stay. My uncle won’t stop making butt stuff jokes since Sol got me my new handbag.

But I’m not taking advantage of Sol’s wealth “just because.” This is a family trip to help the kids. The kids deserve good things, and they have never done anything to make people suspicious, so at least they are free from all the scrutiny. Even if people think I made Sol stay by using the kids, no one will ever convince me that they shouldn’t be spoiled by the good things that come their way!

A vacation in Japan is just what they need. Fresh air, nature, all the space in the world to stretch their little legs. It’s the perfect distraction, and just good for their health. We’ll be staying at Sol’s winter home. He’s shown me pictures of the place, and it’s this cute little cabin in the woods with a garden and creek bed nearby. I need to get rid of this guilty feeling. I’m not doing anything wrong. It’s for the kids, and who cares if I have a little fun while traveling? I’ve been a good girlfriend to him from Day One.

I wanted to leave on the 14th, a week early, so we have more time, but Sol had a dream about something going wrong at the airport, so we’ll be leaving on the 17th instead. Gives us more time to pack, I suppose.

I’ve never been to Japan or anywhere out of the States. I was nervous about going to such a different place with the kids, but Sol tells me it will be much safer there than here. Since he lives there so often, I believe him.

I’ll still be watching them closely, of course, and so will he. The playground structures at the park and school have nothing on those trees. And what if they slip and hit their heads near the creek? Especially Yasmine. She’s so squirrelly that I don’t think she can even stop herself half the time. And God forbid Ramon goes Quiet when he’s swimming or climbing….

Okay, okay. GAH, I need to stop worrying. Sol spent most of his life climbing trees and rocks and swimming in lakes and rivers; he knows what to expect and can teach them how to do it all properly. They’ll always have someone watching them.

Besides, this is a great opportunity! Yasmine and Ramon have never been to a forest before; this is going to rock their little worlds! And I miss traveling. With the kids and job and everything to do with life, I don’t think I’ve gotten on a plane for, what, four years? No, five, I wasn’t dating Sol then. Five years. That’s half a decade!

Wow, okay, moving on before I start feeling old…I’ve already taken the week off work and let everyone know, and Sol’s helping me find new clothes for the kids so we can pack. I hope this goes well.

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jxtina-86 · 3 years ago

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You Got The Love

You are all cordially invited to the wedding of the year... RomanReigns/Alexia. See here for the rest of the series/order to read

Warning: Smut/Language

Rating: MA

A/N: Lyrics taken from Florence + The Machine 'You've Got The Love' and Ed Sheeran 'Kiss Me'

The sun is low in the sky, but it's warmth still grazes the back of my neck. I run a finger between my skin and loose collar, shaking my head as I feel a thin sheen of sweat. To say that I'm nervous would be an understatement. I'm terrified but for no good reason. My hands shake as I lower them to my sides, but I can't work out why.

Okay, that's lie.

I know exactly why. And trust me, if you were stood here in my position, you no doubt would feel the same.

Sand shifts between my toes, clinging to my bare feet and cuffs of my pants as I stand at the end of the aisle, watching various family members take their seats. There's barely thirty people murmuring greetings, embracing and laughing, but the sounds echo around me, mixed with the soft crashes of waves way out behind us.

I smile softly as my mom makes her way towards me for what feels like the hundredth time today. As she nears, her hands are already reaching out to adjust my collar and smooth invisible creases.

“Mom, seriously? Quit with the fussing,” I mock-scold.

She gives me a small smile, before holding her hands up in surrender. “I just want everything to be perfect. For both of you.”

I clasp her hands in mine. “It is. You've done more than enough.”

She nods, drawing one hand from mine to run a finger under her left eye, catching tears that are beginning to fall.

“Mom...” I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, grinning as she twists her face away so as not to leave stains on my white shirt. “C'mon, what you gonna be like when we get the vows?”

“I've stashed a couple of boxes of Kleenex under her chair.”

I turn my head and see my dad a few paces behind us. I chuckle softly as he approaches and places a comforting hand on Mom's shoulder.

“Let the boy have a moment to himself, Patricia.” He gently manoeuvres her into his own arms and leads her to their seats. He catches my eye and winks encouragingly as he settles beside her.

It's enough to send a fresh wave of nerves through me. You'd think that I'd be more than at ease with the thought of public speaking, of being the centre of attention. But this is different. I fumble with the piece of paper folded in my pocket, pulling it out and reading the words that I've somehow have to say out loud in a few minutes. Words that I've written and re-written a dozen times over the last month. Words that have to describe exactly how I feel right here and now as well as forever and beyond. The promises I will make for the rest of my life and do my utmost not to break or disappoint.

Because that would be the ultimate failure. And I'll be damned if I fail her today, tomorrow or ever.

The last six months have been a blur. Lex was adamant from the start that she didn't want a big fuss or a long engagement. The rest of the vacation passed in a post-proposal haze; lazy afternoons by the pool, long walks along the beach and blissful evenings and nights tangled in bedsheets. As she lay in my arms one night, I noticed the glazed look in her eye.

“What are you thinking?” I murmured into her hair as she rested her head on my chest.

“How about the beach?”

“What for?”

She lifted her head and cocked an eyebrow. “For the wedding. On the beach, by the water. Everyone just casual, barefoot... No suits or ties.” She paused, her fingertips ghosting over my shoulders. “Just close family and friends?”

“I got a big family, baby girl.”

“I just meant for the ceremony. The reception can be a crazy-ass rave, but for the ceremony, maybe it can be small?”

“If that's what you want.”

But she shook her head. “No, only if you want it too. If you want a big cere-”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Really?” Her face was questioning, but I cupped the back of her head and brought her closer to me. “I don't want to offend-”

“You want small and simple, then I want small and simple.” I brushed my lips over hers.

Her brow was still quivering when I pulled back. “If you're sure...”

“Anything for you, baby girl.”

I did as much as I could on the road. Countless emails, texts and phone calls about food and flowers. Every homecoming involved a trip to a specific vendor that either my mom or hers had found. We stood on endless strips of beaches outside country clubs and hotels along the coastline. And every time we left each one, Lex just looked at me and we both agreed that each bit looked the same. Each venue offered the same, so why were we even bothering? Until we came to this particular spot.

Where the sand was particularly light and soft. Where the hotel had a veranda overlooking the beach. Where the sunset was quite frankly perfect. Something just clicked. Lex whispered to me that she had goosebumps, stood overlooking the sandy spot where I am right now, anxiously waiting for the signal that she's about to turn round the curve of the beach.

After that everything else seemed almost frivolous. The flowers were decided in a matter of a couple of meetings between Lex, my mom and a florist. The food would be supplied by the venue, the only decision to be made on numbers and menu options. I followed Lex's instructions for relaxed and informal, passing the message on to Dean and Seth who looked visibly relieved not to have to don a full suit for the occasion. Lex muttered something one evening about dresses and then promptly back-tracked as I chuckled and pretended not to hear a word. Shortly after that, I was banned from a spare room wardrobe for the foreseeable.

The dress is quite possibly the closely guarded secret in the history of wedding planning. My mom went with Lex and her own mom on one occasion and when she came back, the grin almost split her face in two. When I attempted to ask how it went, she raised a hand to silence me.

“She'll blow you away.”

That's all I got. I mean, it's not hard for Lex to look incredible. To me, she is the most beautiful woman in the whole god damn world. But there was something in my mom's eyes that told me that this would be different. That whatever my expectations, to double, triple them even. Suddenly my own choice of shirt and pants seemed rather inadequate, but when Lex saw me try them on, the look on her face told me everything I need to know.

“Gonna have quite a job containing myself when I walk down that aisle, big guy.”

I remember pulling my shirt clean off at her words, tugging at her wrist, pushing her against the bedroom door and biting her bottom lip. That was three weeks ago, one of the last times before today. Something I've been savouring ever since. Although her breathy voice and heavy-lidded eyes through my cellphone screen were a good substitute a few nights ago.

It felt strange not to speak to her last night. I stayed with my parents, whilst she was at the hotel with her family and Shiv. We've spoken for at least a couple of minutes every single day since... Since we met, I guess. We're experts at time differences, at calculating when to send a text or make a call. Mutual diaries on our phones, a huge ass calendar in the kitchen marked up months in advance of our movements. But we've never let that get in the way. Not once. Not ever.

“Looking good, bro.”

I look up and see Dean and Seth, identical grins in place.

“Aren't you supposed to be, y'know, with the girls?” I frown.

“We were politely told to leave,” Seth chuckles.

“Rollins was leering.”

“I was not.”

“Staring, leering, same difference, bro.” Dean glances at me. “At Shiv,” he clarifies.

I turn my gaze to Seth. “Seriously?”

He shuffles his feet in the sand. “She looks hot, what's a guy to do?”

“Keep it in his fucking pants, at least until the reception,” I mutter under my breath.

“Might want to follow your own advice when you see Lex,” Dean smirks.

I swallow hard at the thought. The suspense is killing me. I joked with Lex that she'd better not keep me waiting. Her eyes gleamed at the prospect, but she promised that she'd be on time.

“Well, y'know, maybe a little bit late. You love a good tease...”

I stuff my hands back into my pockets, my thumb running over the edge of the piece of paper again.

“Dude, chill. Five more minutes they said. They just gotta get down from the hotel.” Seth claps a hand to my shoulder.

“Right.” My jaw feels un-naturally tight.

“You okay?”

“Yup.”

Dean shakes his head with a knowing grin. “You look like you're either going to punch someone or pass out, bro.”

“I'll punch you two if you don't quit-” But I'm stopped in my tracks by the sight of Lex's mom, Anne, walking down the aisle towards us. Dean and Seth follow my gaze.

“Enjoy, bro,” Seth grins as he makes his way down the aisle and around the corner, Dean behind him.

Anne passes her seat and makes her way towards me.

“I just wanted to tell you, how happy I am for you and Alexia,” she smiles warmly, her hand on my arm as she leans up to kiss my cheek. But before she draws back, she whispers: “Trust me, she is as nervous as you look.”

She pulls back and smiles again as she makes her way to her seat. I shift in the sand, nodding in welcome to the officiant who takes his place next to me, offering me a knowing look as he does.

A deep breath. Steady myself.

For a brief second, I feel calm. I feel relaxed. I feel at ease.

And then deep, slow notes float through the air and my hands go clammy.

Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in air I know I can count on you Sometimes I feel like saying “Lord, I just don't care.” But you've got the love I need to see me through

My eyes are focused on the other end of the aisle, but there's no one there. Not yet, I remind myself. The song drifts over the gentle crashing of waves as family and friends start to rise. There's a soft murmuring at the back, people fishing out cameras and smiling at each other. The back of the wedding photographer comes into view, one camera slung over his shoulder, the lens balanced in the small of his back as he shoots with the other in his hands. And then he backs away, twisting the strap of the second camera around his wrist as he makes his way down the aisle towards me.

There's a brief pause, the music picking up and then Dean comes into view, his arm linked with Shiv's, with Seth on her other side. The photographer is snapping away to my left and I can only hope he has captured the look on Seth's face as he struggles to keep his eyes ahead and not stray slightly south and to this right; Shiv's dress is a pale pink, with thin straps over her shoulders. The bottom of the dress is almost see-through, covered in what looks like lace flowers. Her hair is swept over one shoulder, a white flower pinned just above her ear. She catches my eye and gives me a big smile as they slowly near. As they reach the end of the aisle, Dean lets go of her arm, whilst Seth decides to guide her to the left-hand side of the opening.

As the guys take their places next to me, I feel my chest tightening. Fuck, this is it.

There's another pause, the voice on the song hitting a higher note. And then I see her. And my heart stops.

My mom was right.

Dean was right.

Lex's hair is loose and wavy, cascading over her shoulders, the only accessory being a white flower. The dress is almost the same as Shiv's, but white. And looser. The material flutters around her as she walks towards me, her arm linked through her brother's. But fuck, that dress... The white against her tanned skin is electrifying. The body is covered in flower motifs, the edges of which work their way up over her breasts, the tips resting against her skin. My eyes sink lower and I swallow hard as I see a glimpse of her leg, the skirt of the dress moving aside and revealing part of her thigh. I realise that beneath the swarths of material, there is a shorter dress, tight to her body. I take in her bare leg, her bare feet, the sand clinging to her toes. A light breeze brushes down the aisle, making the streams of white material swell back, streaming behind her and making her look like a fucking goddess.

My goddess.

I have to take a breath, I have to blink, tears stinging my eyes as she gets closer and closer to becoming my wife. Her eyes are everywhere but me, smiling at friends and family as she passes. But just as she passes her mom, her gaze rises and our eyes finally meet. I watch her exhale slowly, her eyes beginning to shine as she takes the last few steps. Her eyes never leave mine, even when Josh gives her a warm hug and then passes her hand from his to mine.

As the music fades, I take my chance.

“You look beautiful, baby girl.”

Her hand squeezes mine, but I swear I can feel her shaking.

The officiant starts to speak and I know that I'm supposed to listen to what he says, but it's like it's just me and Lex and no one else. Her eyes drift towards him, but my eyes remain on her. I caress the side of her hand with my thumb, watching as a smile tugs at her lips and she looks at me with those dark orbs of hers. The ocean breeze catches us again and I can feel the hem of her dress brushing over my feet as her hair whips around her face. I chance a sly look over her shoulder and feel my eyes widen ever so slightly as I take in the bare skin of her back, all the way down to just above her waist.

Christ...

It takes all my strength to pull my eyes back to the front, to re-focus my mind.

And just in time.

“I believe the couple have prepared their own vows.”

I reluctantly let go of Lex's hand to reach in my pocket. I open the piece of paper for the final time, the words swimming on the paper until I blink and they slot back into place.

“Alexia, Lex...” I pause and look up to meet her gaze. “Lexi. Ever since we met, you've made me want to be a better person. A better man. You've challenged me since the beginning, but only for the better. I can't even begin to imagine my life without you, without your smile, your warmth, your humour, your love. You moved states for me, you've travelled hundreds of miles for me, but I want you to know that I would do the same for you. I can't even begin to tell you how grateful I am that you said yes to being my wife. And I promise to spend every day for the rest of our lives together, showing you how grateful I am. I promise to support you through the good times and the bad. I promise to love your strengths and your weaknesses. I promise to love you for who you are. I got you, Lex. For now and forever.”

It's the first I've ever said when it's not been just us and I can tell by the look on her face, that she wasn't expecting me to announce that in front of everyone. To others, it might not have the significance that it does to us, but I don't care what others think. Lex knows what it means and that's all that matters. Three little words that have the same impact on us as 'I love you.' It's a sign of the unwavering devotion I have for her. It's the sign that I'll be there for her, no matter what. I'll always have her back and in return, I know that she has mine.

“Alexia?” the officiant prompts.

She blinks and then turns to Shiv who passes her a piece of paper. I can't help but grin as I notice that it looks as well-thumbed as mine did.

“Roman, I never once thought that I would meet a man like you. But I am so happy that I did. I am so happy that you are part of my life. There is so much that we have shared together already and I look forward to sharing much more with you in the many years to come. Together we are strong and supportive, loving and caring. Our lives might be consumed with schedules that take us to opposite sides of the country, but I am always there for you, whether that's on the end of the phone or by your side when you need me the most.” She pauses, exhaling shakily. “I love you, Ro. Always have. Always will.”

The piece of paper in her hands crumples lightly, but before the officiant can begin to speak, she looks up and holds my gaze. “I got you too.”

My smile threatens to crack my face in half. Her eyes dance with love and happiness and I have to hold myself back from taking her into my arms and pressing my lips to hers. Her vows to me are more than I could ever ask for. It's funny because deep down, I already knew that she'd do anything for me and I'd do anything for her. It's an unspoken agreement between us. But to hear her say it out loud, and no doubt for her to hear the same from me, it just adds another dimension, a new depth to our relationship, a solid foundation to grow from here.

“Do you have the rings?” the officiant asks and I hear Seth fumble behind us. They clink together as they pass into the officiant's hands. He plucks the thin wedding band, its only markings the engraving on the inside and hands it to me.

I take Lex's hand in mine, my thumb running over her finger as I place the ring at the tip.

“Repeat after me...”

My eyes bore into Lex's, unblinking as I seal my promise to her.

“I offer my vow to you in the form of this ring... So that my word and my love... Will always be with you... Close to your heart.” My words are soft, my voice threatening to crack as I reach the end, grateful to stop speaking when I do as I feel the lump in my throat grow bigger.

Lex slides the thick and solid band on my finger, her touch light but her words powerful as she repeats the same back to me as the ring slides home. Her hand clasps mine tightly, her bottom lip trembling ever so slightly.

“I am pleased to announce you as husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Relief floods through me as Lex chews her bottom lip, grinning up at me as she steps closer and I can finally wrap my arms around her. I trace my finger down the side of her face, pushing back a thick lock of hair as she giggles softly. Her lips are coated in their usual red and I can finally see the soft pink swept across her eyelids as she flutters her long, dark lashes at me.

“Baby girl,” I breathe against her lips before finally capturing them with mine. She's as sweet as ever, her lips caressing mine before parting just a fraction. I moan softly as my hands find their way down her back, ghosting over her bare skin, thumbing the lace of her dress as I pull her even closer to me. Her arms are wrapped around my neck as she stands on tiptoes to reach me.

I can hear clapping, whooping from behind me and a smattering of appreciative awws as I slowly pull my mouth away from Lex. Her cheeks are flushed and she grins sheepishly as I ease back and take her hands in mine. Raising them to my mouth, I kiss the back of one and then the other. My thumb runs over the wedding band and I lower my lips once more and press them against the cool metal, my eyes never leaving hers.

Lex's arms wrap around my waist, her face buried in my chest as we stand on the beach. The photographer is a little way from us, having just instructed us to do whatever feels natural.

I cup the back of her head, tilting her back until I can see her face and then drop my head down to brush my lips against hers again and again. I can't fucking stop kissing her. I can't stop touching her. Even as friends and family gathered around us after we walked back down the aisle, my hand was always clasping hers, or my hand was on her back, my fingers brushing her shoulder.

Lex grins up at me as I release her lips.

“You're needy today,” she chuckles as I brush my finger across her cheek.

“Can you blame me? Fuck, baby girl, you almost gave me a heart attack when you walked down the aisle.”

“I knew the second I saw it that you'd approve.”

“You look amazing in anything, Lex. But shit...” I step back and hold her at arm's length and drag my gaze down over her exposed neck and décolletage, her covered breasts and stomach, down to her waist and then that exposed leg that shifts through the split in her dress. “You look smoking hot.”

She blushes, tugging at my hands and taking a step forward. But I shake my head. “I'm not done yet.”

I raise my hand and hers, encouraging her to twirl around before me. She obliges with a smile, exposing her back to me. I stop her and take a step towards her, my fingers brushing her hair over one shoulder as I slide my arm around her waist. Dipping my head, I brush my lips over her neck and then her shoulder, my fingers plucking gently at the thin strap.

“It's this bareback that's the real tease, Lexi...” I murmur into her ear. “You know how much I love to run my fingers over your back and make you shiver. You know much I enjoy running my tongue down your spine... Or gripping your shoulders as I pull you back on my-”

“That's great guys,” the photographer's voice cuts over my monologue and I growl in frustration as Lex laughs in my arms.

“Don't worry, big guy... You can show me later how much you love this dress.”

She dances out of my grip with a grin and moves away from me, towards the water. Her bare feet sink into the wet sand, the train of her dress trailing behind her.

“Hey,” I call out as I follow her. “Watch your dress.”

She glances down and then shrugs. “Not like I plan wearing it again.”

“But...”

“A little water ain't gonna bother me,” she gives me a small smirk, holding out her hand to me. I reach down and roll up my pants to just above my ankle, much to Lex's teasing.

“Ssh, you,” I murmur in her ear as I finally join her and pull her close. The water laps at our feet as I slide my hand up her back and bend her backwards, arching her body into mine as I kiss her once again. Her hands trail up my arms, cling to my shoulder as her hair slides back and grazes my hands. I pull her upright, my mouth never leaving hers, as my hands drift further south and I swallow her muffled squeal as I squeeze her ass.

“If he caught that on camera,” she groans as I move back to catch my breath.

“If he caught that on camera, I'll be framing it, baby girl,” I grin, laughing as she softly slaps my arm.

“Brilliant guys,” the photographer's voice drifts towards us. “I'm done if you are.”

“I am far from done,” I growl into Lex's ear, tugging her earlobe between my teeth, her soft moan telling me that she is more than happy to continue.

“Now, usually tradition dictates that it's the best man who speaks at this point. But as you can see, there are three of us standing here and one of us isn't a man.”

“I believe Lex had an idea for a plain and simple wedding. So plain and simple, that she chose one bridesmaid, whilst Roman chose two best men, making this quite possibly the most complicated wedding party set up ever.”

“But I guess they chose us because, without any of us, these two lovebirds wouldn't be sat here today. I would like to start by thanking myself for dragging Lex to that particular bar on that particular evening.”

“And I would like to thank myself for first pointing out our brother from a distance.”

“And I would like to thank Roman for buying what was supposed to be my round that night. I think I still owe you, bro.”

A ripple of laughter breaks through the room.

“I'd also like to point out that I was actually invited on their second date. Or was it first?” Shiv winks at Lex, who blushes as if on cue. “But I graciously caught the flu and stayed in bed.”

“And we,” Seth gestures to himself and Dean. “We graciously backed out of accompanying the two of them to dinner.”

“So on behalf of all of us,” Dean continues. “You are both very welcome.”

A round of applause breaks out from the many tables dotted around the room.

“So, please, raise your glasses. To Lex and Roman, brought to your courtesy of their best friends.”

There is a surge of chairs scraping on the floor as the whole room rises, glasses raised for a third time this evening to toast me and Lex. Her hand squeezes my thigh as mine does the same to her shoulder as we gaze around at family and friends. The whole gang's here now, cousins, aunts and uncles, Lex's college friends and work colleagues, a decent-sized contingent from the locker room as well, all ready to break loose at a moment's notice.

The music from the DJ starts up again as Dean, Seth and Shiv take their seats. Lex runs a finger around the stem of her wine glass before raising it to her lips and taking a long sip. She settles back beside me, her head lolling on my shoulder and as I look down, she catches my eye with a lazy smile.

“You okay, baby girl?”

“More than okay.”

“You happy?”

“Do you even need to ask?” She gazes up at me through her thick eyelashes.

There's a cough behind us and I look over my shoulder to see three expectant faces. “What?”

“Gotta give the crowd what they want, bro,” Dean grins.

“And what's that?”

“First dance, dumbass.”

“DJ's all good to go,” Shiv grins. “You two gonna get down and dirty or what?”

“Get your mind out the gutter,” Lex shoots back with a chuckle.

“Oh, please. Even if it doesn't happen now, we all know you're gonna grind that ass up on your man at some point.”

“Shiv!” Lex exclaims at her friend's brazen bluntness.

But Shiv waves her hand towards the dance floor. “You two, there. Now.”

Lex's cheeks are flushed a faint pink as she takes my offered hand and we step onto the dance floor to a round of applause. Lex graciously twirls in front of me, her fingers light in mine, her dress fanning out around her, still stained with seawater and sand. She slides back into my arms as the steady beat of the song echoes around us.

Settle down with me Cover me up Cuddle me in Lie down with me And hold me in your arms

Lex's head lolls against my chest, one hand around my shoulders as I rest my hand in the small of her back, my other clutching hers to my chest. I breathe in deeply, my nose almost buried in her hair, taking in her perfume, her shampoo, just her.

And your heart's against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet And with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now We slowly rotate on the dance floor, but I daren't look up. All I focus on is her in my arms, her body pressed against mine, my heart pounding in my chest as she squeezes my hand comfortingly. Her head stays on my chest, but she tilts her gaze upwards and I can't help but lower my face to hers, my lips brushing over her forehead first and then the tip of her nose and finally, her mouth.

Kiss me like you wanna be loved You wanna be loved You wanna be loved This feels like falling in love Falling in love We're falling in love

She moans softly into my mouth, her hand on my shoulder shifting to the back of my neck, holding me to her, encouraging me to deepen the kiss. I'm more than happy to oblige, moving my own hand from her back, trailing it up over her bare skin to cup the back of her head. She's always driven me crazy with her kisses and will continue to do so for the rest of my life, I'm sure of it.

Settle down with me And I'll be your safety You'll be my lady I was made to keep your body warm But I'm cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms She pulls back, ever so slightly breathless, her lips red and plump. She nuzzles against my chest once again and I drop feather-light kisses to her forehead and head as I watch her eyes flutter closed. It's like we're the only people in the room as the song swells around us and I chance a look up. My mom is clutching what must be her hundredth Kleenex of the day, my dad's arms around her shoulders. Josh is doing the same to Anne, who catches my eye and smiles widely. Dean raises his glass in approval, whilst Seth, who is standing suspiciously close to Shiv, gives me a wink. Shiv on the other hand has lost her cool and cocky demeanour from earlier. Instead, her head is cocked to the side, her face soft and warm as she watches her best friend wrap her arms around my waist. I smile to myself as I see her rock to the beat of the music, her shoulder brushing against Seth's who gives her a sly sideways glance.

Kiss me like you wanna be loved You wanna be loved You wanna be loved This feels like falling in love Falling in love We're falling in love

The song fades into another burst of clapping until the next song blares out of the speakers and people surge forward onto the dance floor. But Lex and I are still cocooned in each other's arms, ignoring everyone around us. But that doesn't stop her from slowly starting to roll her hips against mine. Fuck...

Her head tips back as she looks up at me, a smirk gracing her features as her shoulders start to roll with the beat as well. I feel the skirt of her dress shift against me, her bare leg exposed as she widens her stance, pressing her body hard against mine. Her hands drop to my hips and I know damn well I'm in for it now. I cup the back of her hand, pulling her face to mine, my fingers sliding through her hair as her hips continue to roll slowly and firmly.

“God damn tease,” I murmur against her mouth.

“Fuck yes,” she breathes back at me.

“You were all sweetness and light earlier, baby girl...”

Her eyes darken. “You know full well that ain't who you married, big guy.”

I exhale slowly. “Still a goddess though.”

“Damn right,” she grins.

My beautifully sinful goddess.

“My feet are killing me,” Lex whines as we make our way back to our suite.

“All that dancing, baby girl. You didn't sit down once.”

“Shiv was holding me hostage.”

“You snuck away eventually,” I grin, sliding my arm around her shoulders.

“Only because she was distracted by Seth. You should have seen him before the wedding.”

“I heard.”

“And she was loving every second.”

“They are as bad as each other.”

“Funny, she says the same about you and me,” Lex giggles as we come to halt at the end of the corridor and I have to let go of her to pluck the room key from my pocket.

Lex pushes the door as it clicks open, her dress trailing behind her as she plucks the flowers from her hair and tosses them to the floor. “Wow, this is more beautiful than I remember when we viewed it.”

I follow her to the open balcony, the cool sea breeze drifting in, making the curtains murmur. She steps outside and leans against the rails, gazing out to the dark water and pale sands lit up by the hotel lights. Below is laughter and murmurings from our guests still enjoying the late-night bar. I stand behind her, my hands running over her shoulders and then around her, pulling her back against my chest.

“What do you want to do now?” I murmur in her ear.

“You're gonna call me a cock tease,” she whispers back. “But all I want is to have a bath and go to sleep.”

I chuckle softly. “We got plenty of time for everything. I'm banning all clothes on the honeymoon.”

“Oh really? You seemed quite happy to ogle my ass in a bikini on our last vacation.”

“I'd ogle your ass in anything,” I retort as I pull her back inside.

“Don't I know it,” she giggles, her hands plucking at my shirt as we head to the bathroom.

I pull it over my head as she leans across the bath to turn on the water. Steam soon floats up and fills the room as the water rises in the tub. I sit on the edge, watching as Lex fiddles with her hair, tugging it up high on her head. She catches my eye in the large mirror.

“You wanna help me out?” she gestures at her dress. “There's no zip, just gotta pull it over my head, but I'll get lost in all the material.”

I stand and step towards her, my hands sliding over her thighs, grasping as much of the material as possible. I edge it up, my face close to hers as she raises her arms above her head. My fingers find the hem of the under-dress, pulling it up with everything else. My fingers graze her bare stomach and then her ribs, rising and falling with heavy breaths and then the sides of her breasts which are also bare and my dick starts to stir in my pants. Her face disappears as I pull the dress over her head and slide it up over her arms.

When I lower the garment to the side, her lips are slightly parted, her eyes dark as she stands before me, naked aside from her panties. I pull her close, my hands caressing her bare skin, savouring the feeling of her breasts against my chest as I slide my fingers inside the waistband of her panties and slowly push them south. Her hands brush against mine as she completes the move and kicks them aside.

Her fingers deftly un-do my pants, sliding them over my ass and down my thighs. They fall past my knees and I step out of them, slowly moving her around towards the bath. As she tests the water, I strip out of my boxer briefs. My hand instinctively reaches for the small of her back, rubbing slow circles as she bends over the side of the tub. Her ass bobs in front of me and I have to bite back a groan as my hand sinks lower over the tender globe of flesh. Her face is only partly hidden from my view and I can see a smile tug at the corner of her lips as I give it a soft squeeze.

“Enough,” she murmurs, but she doesn't do anything to stop me. Even when she straightens, my hand continues to fondle her lower half.

“Hard to resist, baby girl.”

“Try harder,” she grins, before stepping out of reach and into the bath. “You joining me or what?”

She lets me step in next to her and sit before she settles between my legs, her back against my chest. Her legs stretch out in front of her, her feet pressed against the opposite end of the tub. Her head rocks back on my shoulder, her hair bun tickling my cheek as I slide my hands down her arms and lock my fingers with hers.

“We did it, Ro...” she murmurs.

“Did what?”

“Got hitched, tied the knot, took the plunge.”

“I was there, Lex.”

She laughs softly, her fingers fluttering over mine. Both our hands are bare, our rings resting on the vanity next to the bath.

“Your vows were beautiful,” she continues. “I was this close to losing it when you said them.”

“Glad I wasn't the only one. Although I think I was close to losing it the second I saw you today. You looked perfect.” I pause as my lips brush over her hairline. “You are perfect.”

“You put me on a grand pedestal, Mr Reigns.”

“Because it's the truth, Mrs Reigns...” Wow, that feels so odd and wonderful at the same time. And Lex must feel the same because she freezes a little in my arms and then twists her head to look at me.

“That's going to take some getting used to. Husband. Wife. Mr and Mrs. It's a lot of change.”

“Only a name, baby girl. You're still the same old Lex.”

“Less of the old, please.”

“My apologies... Mrs Reigns.” I laugh as she squirms in my arms, bathwater splashing against the side of the tub. “Fine, Lex...” I drop my voice an octave. “Lexi...”

She stills, sucking in a deep breath. I brush a wet finger under her chin, tilting her head further back and capture her soft lips. The kiss is slow and steady, a fair game of give and take as I lower my hands to her shoulders and then down, over her breasts, her body arching and her nipples hardening in the cool air above the water. My fingers tweak them gently and a moan escapes her and I swallow it greedily.

My dick stirs against her back and she pulls away with a raised eyebrow.

“Can you blame me?” I murmur softly. “I've spent most of this day imagining you walking down that aisle, of kissing you, holding you, dancing with you. Did you really think I'd not think about fucking you as well?” I lower my mouth, my lips brushing over hers. “You're my wife, Lexi. I wanna show you how much I love you. I want to show you so much, baby girl.”

Her eyes dart between mine and my lips.

“I want to touch every single inch of you,” I continue, my hands cupping her breasts, my thumbs grazing her now rock hard nipples. “I want to taste every bit of you.” I close the gap between our mouths and trail the tip of my tongue along her lips before kissing her again. “I want to wrap your body around me and hold you.” My hands drop from her breasts and slide over her stomach and then to her hips, slowly rocking her against me. “I want to make love to you. I want to fuck you senseless. I want to show my wife,” I emphasise her new status, “I want to show her how much I, her husband, wants her, needs her, fucking craves her.”

Her eyes are so fucking dark. The way they always get when she's turned on. Her breath is coming in short, hard bursts, her bottom lip quivering slightly as my hands slide over her thighs, my thumbs caressing the curve towards her sex.

“You don't have to do anything, baby girl... Just let me take care of you.” I search her face for hesitation, for anything that tells me to back off like I always do whenever I'm the one making the move. I respect her enough to acknowledge when to let it go, when to stop. But she answers me with a kiss that knocks the breath out of my lungs. Her wet hand comes up to clutch the back of my neck, holding me to her as her legs slide apart and my thumbs brush over the thin strip of hair.

“You take care of me, I take care of you,” she mumbles into my mouth, her voice hitching higher as I flick my thumb over her clit.

I shake my head. “No way, baby girl. Tonight is all about you.”

“Not fair...” she pouts. “You sure you don't want a wedding night blow job? I can show just how good your little wife can be...”

Holy fuck.

My dick practically leaps to attention, digging into the small of her back, making her chuckle. “Looks like someone agrees with me.”

“He's getting ahead of himself,” I groan as she wiggles her body against me. “Forgetting that I've made a promise to always take care of my lady first.”

“Y'know there's a way around that,” Lex pulls away from me with a cheeky wink. “That way we both get what we want.”

My mouth goes dry at the prospect. That and the sight of her wet body as she rises from the bath. Her tanned skin glistens as she steps out of the bath and beckons me to follow. Still wet and dripping, she leads me back into the bedroom, guiding me to the bed and pushing me down onto the sheets. She reaches for her hair, drawing it loose from the hairband and letting it fall and cling to her wet body.

Crawling over me, Lex lowers her face to mine and tugs my bottom lip between her teeth for a second, before sinking lower, her pussy rubbing over the head of my dick for a brief moment as her mouth adorns my chest with licks and nips of her teeth. My hands grasp her head as she reaches my stomach, her hand already circling my dick, fisting it hard and slow. Her wrist twists expertly as she flicks the tip of her tongue over the lip.

“Shit, Lexi...” I groan loudly, not giving a damn about the open windows, or who can hear us down below.

Her mouth covers the tip, her lips tightening as she sucks gently before letting me go with a soft pop.

“Lex, c'mere baby girl... Let me taste you.”

Her tongue swirls around the head of my dick as she twists her body around. I lift her onto me, moving her legs to either side of my head, my hands gripping the backs of her thighs and spreading her before me. I breathe her in, my fingers sliding up over her ass and pulling her back to me, my tongue giving a slow swipe to her opening.

She hisses beneath me but soon gets me back, a grunt forcing its way from my throat as her mouth covers my dick, her head starting to bob as her wrist twists expertly around my base. Her fingers brush over my balls and I groan wantonly against her wet pussy before I take another taste. Shifting my arm over her lower back, holding her firm, I move my free hand to slide a finger inside her. She moans around my dick at the intrusion, her mouth tightening as she does. I pump into her slowly, deliberating toying with her, enjoying every single sweet little sound that erupts from her throat, which in turn vibrates around my dick and makes me curse loudly.

My tongue seeks out her clit and I lap at it with the tip of my tongue, feeling her squirm on top of me, desperately trying to twist her lower half to how she wants it. She doesn't have to ask a second time. I press my tongue flat against the sensitive flesh and move it up in one solid stroke. She pulls her mouth from my dick with a shout, her pussy grinding back on my finger and tongue.

“Jesus, Ro...”

I do it again, much to her delight as she groans out my name before her mouth lowers back to my dick. I push a second finger inside her, hissing as she takes me further in, the tip of my dick brushing against the back of her throat. I can feel her hand moving from my dick, cupping my balls instead, rolling them in her palm. Her mouth is warm, her tongue wet as it slides around my length as my stomach tightens. I close my eyes and exhale slowly, desperately trying to hold off.

She's gripping my fingers tightly as I increase my speed, the sound of her wetness music to my ears as I flick my tongue over her clit once again. But this time, I take it between my lips, sucking it gently at first and then harder as she moans around my dick. She's so damn wet, my fingers sliding into her with ease and less friction with every stroke. I flick her captured clit with my tongue again, grinning to myself as she lets out a muffled yelp.

Her hand is back on my length as she calls my name. “Ro... Shit... I'm so fucking close...”

“Then cum for me, baby girl...” I murmur against her inner thigh, twisting my hand slightly so my thumb can work her clit as I kiss her hot skin instead. “Cum on my fingers, Lexi. Fucking ride my fingers.”

Her hand tightens around my dick as her hips roll back against my hand, her legs shaking either side of my head as I nip at her soft flesh. Spreading my lips, I bite a little harder and then pull her skin between my lips, sucking hard as her fisting hand becomes more erratic and unsteady. Her hips are jerking violently against my hand, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as she hisses and groans and curses above me, a whole string of expletives echoing around the room, my name well and truly in the mix as well as she rides her climax.

“FUCK! Ro... Jesus fucking... Holy fucking... Shit, Ro-man...”

I suck harder on her thigh, my fingers still pushing in and out of her, determined to make this last as long as possible for her. Her walls quiver around them, stretching out her orgasm as she whimpers above me, her hand a faint touch on my hard dick. I let go of her thigh, grinning at the bruised flesh, a mark that only she and I can appreciate. I shift her leg over my head and she collapses next to me, face down, her head next to my feet.

Shifting round, I rest my head next to hers, reaching out to brush the hair from her face. She smiles lazily at me, her face flushed with exertion.

“You didn't let me finish,” she gripes playfully.

“Plenty of time for that...”

“Mmm, I envisage waking you up every day with my mouth,” she breathes out, a wicked glint in her eye as I groan and cup the back of her head.

“Not if I wake up before you, Lexi... I'm sure I could do the same for you.”

“Fuck,” she grins. “I like the sound of that...”

“Anything for you, baby girl.”

She rolls onto her back, pulling me on top, her leg hooking over mine as her head rocks on the edge of the bed. “I need you, Ro.”

I reach between us, gripping my dick and fisting it a couple of times before I push into her. Her neck lengthens as she arches her back, and I'm torn between my mouth being on her neck or breasts, both of which lie temptingly beneath me. I hook her other leg around my waist, groaning as I sink deeper inside her, her juices already coating my dick as she rolls her hips impatiently against me.

“What do you want, Lexi?” I whisper as I lower my head and flick my tongue over a hard nipple.

“I want to scream...” she mumbles, her hands in my hair, tugging it loose so she can wrap her fingers around thick strands and anchor herself to me. “Make me scream...”

I slide my arms under her, pulling her upright as I shift back on my heels. “I can do that.”

With one arm around her body, the other gripping her ass, I lift her up and slam her down on my dick. She whimpers, her head thrown back, hair grazing my hand. I move my hand higher, gripping a fistful of hair as I do, lifting her once again and pounding back inside her over and over again.

“Like that?” I grunt against her breasts that smash into my face with every other movement.

“Yes,” she groans, her voice heavy and breathless.

“Christ, Lex... You're so fucking wet. You're dripping, baby girl... That all for me huh?”

“All for you,” she replies, her voice hitching higher with every word.

I move my hands to her legs as she grinds down on my dick and unhooking them from my waist, I place her feet on the bed. “Bounce on my dick, baby girl... Go on, show me how much you fucking want my dick...”

Her hands grip my shoulders as she does as I say, helping her to move up and down my length, making me hiss into her mouth as I clutch a handful of hair and bring her lips to mine. My other hand is back on her ass, kneading large handfuls, squeezing hard as she rides me just as hard.

“Ro... I...”

I'm quick to react, tugging her legs around my waist and lowering her back to the bed, before pulling back slightly.

“Touch yourself... Go on, Lex... Please, I wanna see you cum... You look so fucking beautiful when you do.”

I pull her legs up onto my shoulders as I watch her hand sink to her pussy. Her other hand grips the sheets for a second before I drop my hands to her waist to steady her.

“I got you,” I tell her. “Do you what you want to do...”

Her fingers pinch her nipple, her head twisting to the side as I feel her other hand start to touch her clit. The tip of her finger grazes my crotch as she works herself into a fucking frenzy, her face contorting in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth, lips bruised with kisses and bites, forms a small O as she pushes herself closer and closer. I can feel her beginning to tighten around my dick and I surge forward my own release building. But not before her. Never before her. With her yes, before her no.

I close my eyes and steady myself as I feel her clamp down on me. I open my eyes in time to see her body arch, her hand at the breast twisting her nipple, whilst she lets out a low howl that builds and builds until...

“RO!”

I thrust forward, pumping into her tight pussy as she screams my name. Her legs slide from my shoulders as she goes limp, just in time for me to shout my own release, bursting inside her.

“FUCK, LEX!” I grunt, collapsing forward, her legs in my arms, my head on her chest.

She groans beneath me, nudging me off her so she can untangle her body which I've almost bent in half with my efforts. I roll away, dragging her with me, twisting us so my chest presses against her back. My leg hooks over her waist as I cover her with my body.

Her fingers brush over my cheek and I turn my head to brush my lips over them, a faint taste of her juices lingering on the skin.

“You still tired?” I murmur into her neck, my nose brushing against her sweat-ridden skin.

She nods.

“You wanna go to sleep?”

She shakes her head and I chuckle.

“Then what, baby girl? What do you want?”

“You.”

“You got me,” I tell her. “Forever, Lex. You got me forever.”

Fin

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10 - Terrorist Threat

Part 11

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I said "Yes!"

Tony Stark asked me to marry him.

Another attack went off this morning.

Happy ended up in the hospital.

I'm wearing a long sleeved green tea shirt, with black leggings and brown boots. My hair pulled in a braid, with black sunglasses on my nose. A new accessory on my left ring finger. My engagement ring. Tony and I exited the hospital to be surrounded by reporters all clamoring with questions. "Mr. Stark. Miss. L/n, hi there. Our sources are telling us that all signs are pointing to another Mandarin attack. Anything else either of you can tell us?"

I tilted my head down trying to shield myself from their judgement, but a blonde woman gently grab my left arm pulling me away from Tony a little. A camera's flash reflects off my ring when I held up my hand to shield my eyes. "Oh my stars, Tony Stark is off the market. Y/n L/n is now sporting a very expensive jewelry on her left hand!" Reports sworn me as I blushed a deep red, a comforting arm wraps around my waist for me to see Tony. Thank goodness.

His right hand slips into mine, tugging us towards our car but reports follow a make one who questioned. "Hey, Mr. Stark. Miss L/n. When is somebody gonna kill this guy?" Are you freaking serious right now, dude!

"Is that what you want?" Tony turns around as I stand beside him with a concerned face. "Here's a little holiday greeting I've been wanting to send to the Mandarin. I just didn't know how to phrase it until now." I gulped squeezing his hand tightly in an attempt to get him to just leave them wondering. Please don't do something stupid, Ton.

"My name is Tony Stark and I'm not afraid of you. I know you're a coward. So I've decided..." He trails off removing his sunglasses quickly as I tipped mine to the tip of my nose getting flashed. "That you just died, pal. I'm gonna come get the body. There's no politics here. It's just good-old fashioned revenge. There's no Pentagon, it's just you and me. And on the off chance you're a man, here's my home address. 10880 Malibu Point. 90265. I'll leave the door unlocked. That's what you wanted, right?" Tony grabs the guys phone aggressively in his hands to smash it on the car hood, pushing me in the backseat and getting in after. "Bill me!"

Once we're home I slammed the front door open and closed with him on my tail. "You are such an idiot! Do you realize what you've done!" He gently spun me around trying to calm my anger. "Y/n, baby. Listen to me-"

I grab my necklace that draws my iron hand over it so I blast him with it. "Ow! O-okay I deserve that. But they wouldn't leave us alone and they went after Happy. I'm done playing his game."

I bawl my hands into fists stomping down to the lab, swiping my hand over the security panels. "Jarvis! Put the house on totally securely lockdown, now!" The AI response is "right away miss Y/n." I slumped over into a computer chair ordering to my fiance. "Find this asshole now. So we can get out of lockdown and start living our peaceful life."

He gulped but talked with Jarvis for hours, trying to figure what Happy had discovered before a doorbell rang, walking me from my nap on his messy work table. "Huh - what the, who the, Ton?"

A computer screen pops up from Jarvis showing the front door to him as he sits on a crate high above the floor. "Are we still at ding-dong?" He bangs his hand angrily on the table. "We're supposed to be on total. . .security lockdown. Come on, I threatened a terrorist!"

"There's only so much I can do, sir, when you give the world's press your home address." He slides off his table slipping on his Iron Man suit. "Told ya so." I snickered getting up and going to find Pepper who thought we needed a vacation away from here.

Tony is downstairs talking with a one night stand girl from years ago as I exited my room seeing Pepper tossing our bags over the railing. "Pepper we don't have to leave tonight." She turned back to me, seeing my annoyed demeanor. "Yes we do. We haven't spent any girl on girl time since you guys saved the world." I sighed as we walked down the stairs. Pepper and Tony started arguing that we can't go because the man says so. I leaned against the window ceil looking out on the sunset that reflected off the water, the one night stand girl shouted over the pair yelling. "Do we need to worry about that!"

The tv screen shows a missile heading straight for our house. I squint my eyes seeing it getting closer. Tony screamed out before the missile blasts through the house. "Y/n!" Everyone went flying in the empact. My vision blurs together with the intense ear ringing as I bawled my hands into fists, creating a orange shield around myself along with my Iron suit. My body slammed to the floor aggressively as I see Tony directed his suit to cover Pepper, while the other woman and himself hit the floor with the same force. I grunted rolling on my side to see more missiles being launched from helicopters. "Crap, Tony!" He gets to his only to get thrown out thr broken window calling out. "Get out, I'm right behind you!"

Pepper struggled to fly the suit as I powered mine on. Once she's outside Tony forced his suit to attache to him as the floor collapses beneath him. I try grabbing him but my right thruster is broken. A gun goes off a helicopter destroying the rock that the house sits on. Tony and I run around the house trying to destroy the helicopters that kept shooting at us with everything they had. I gripped the cliff seeing Tony closer to the water than me. Some rumble knocks him off as I screamed, blasting into the water after him. "Tony! Jarvis flight thrusters!" I coughed taking in water as my thrusters went off, while I gripping Tony's iron suit for deer life. He's completely passed out from drowning as my eyes fall heavily from all the damage, I feel blood on my face and my right leg burned from the first missile launched. Please be alive Tony. Please keep me alive. I begged fully passing out.

I was shaken awake by Tony's panicked voice. "Y/n! Come on please, don't be dead!"

I gasped seeing him hovering above me as Snow falls down on us. Great just great. Jarvis powered down and our suits powers did the same. We found an abandoned house and a kid named Harley that he asked assistants for, he also left Pepper a message so she wouldn't think we're dead. I stumbled onto to the dusty couch feeling every part of my body hurting severely. This is not how I expected our day going at all.

I forced myself up and onto my feet to wince from a sharp pain in my right leg. Rolling up my legging I see a burn mark and dried blood. Reaching for a piece of glass I used it as a mirror to find my other injuries. My hair is a knotty mess, covered with dirt and blood that makes it stick to my forehead. My braid is now completely fallen out, so it's all a reck. Some cuts on my face and arms. Lifting up my tea shirt I winced harshly to find a shard of glass sticking in my hip, I slowly removed it brushing my hand over it to see that my powers only sealed it for a few hours. Why can't I fully fix my wounds anymore. I look down at my necklace to see theirs a crack in the stone from the explosions. That can't be good.

Tony sighed in disappointment making me glance over my shoulder at him once I've put my shirt down again. "I did this. . .I did that all to you." He sniffs letting tears slip, thankfully the kid isn't around.

"You didn't do this to me Tony. The bad guys did-" He runs his hands down his face bending his head down to his knees.

"I gave everyone in the world my address. So yes let me blame myself-" I cut him off by getting in his lap, cupping his and kissing him to shut him up.

"Anthony Stark. I'm with you, always." He presses his face into my chest taking in a breath. "Y/n L/n, I'm with you too."

A lot of things happened. The Harley kid told us a story of a guy who was a hero but went crazy and built a bomb, killing himself. Also this crazy guy and girl with bodies that turned red as they used their powers attacked us. Tony and I stoed away in a news van. The reporter gasped as Tony raised a finger to his lips. The reporter told his mom on the phone as I untucked my necklace from under my torn green tea shirt. "Mom, I need to call you back. Something magical is happening."

The guys takes off his glasses freaking out. "Tony Stark and his fiance are in my van." I wave my hands around trying to get him to stop. "Shh. Keep it down."

"Tony and Y/n Stark are in my van!" I blushed hiding my face in Tony's shirt as he rebuttals to the news guys. "No, no they're not." The guy nearly jumped up and down. "I knew you two were still alive!" Tony waves his arms whispering. "Get in the van, close the door."

The news guy is named Gary who actually has a tattoo of him on his arm. The bad guy who shot at us is now on the computer. The guy and girl from earlier were experimented on and solid to the Mandarin bad guy. "Harley, where is he really. Just look on the screen and tell me where it is." I asked through the speaker phone to the kid with Jarvis and our suits back at the house.

"Um Y/n, it does say Miami, Florida." Harley replies as Tony jumps in the driver's seat. "Okay, first things first, I need both armors. Where are we at with it?" Harley said. "Uh, it's not charging." Tony floors the breaks of the car, knocking me around a little. I groan holding my head a little seeing my necklace swinging from the rearview mirror that I hung it from. Tony what was that for.

"Actually, they are charging, but the power source is questionable. It may not succeed in revitalizing the Mark 42." Tony shouted back at Jarvis, his breathing quickening. "What's questionable about electricity. All right. It's my suit, and I can't. . . I'm not gonna. . . I don't wanna. . .oh, god not again." He gets out of the car as Harley questioned. "Tony. Are you having another attack. I didn't even mention New York-"

I quickly get out of the car to see him laying up against the car. Dropping to my knees brushing my fingers through his hair to calm him down. "You just had to mention it by name." He grunts as I pressed my hands against his chest, the orange power running from my fingers to his reactor. I feel his heartrate slowly to a normal rate as I closed my eyes seeing the portal once again with his body falling down to the ground and a tightness in my chest.

"Ah! Tony no!" I gasped pressing my face into the dirt road, my hands over my head as I bend in a fetal position heavily breathing.

Rough hands removed my face from the ground to see Tony's concerned face. "Y/n, I'm here alright! Just breathe slowly. . .Now lets pull ourselves together and beat the Mandarin bitch."

I suck in a breath shoving my face into his chest for a moment before we got to our feet, found guns and entered a mansion where the Mandarin was said to be that next morning. I whipped my gun around the house hearing voices in the large bedroom, kicking open the door I scoffed seeing two naked girls in the bed. Someone comes out of the bathroom as Tony enters behind me. "You're not him. The Mandarin, the real guy. Where. Where's the Mandarin, where is he?"

He clocks his gun rounding the bed with this guy with a beard as I searched around the room to see film equipment. Greensceen and costumes you'd only have those things unless you were an actor. "Ton, he's faking it." He looks over his shoulder. "What?" The guy at gunpoint explains in panicked fear. "My name is Trevor. Trevor Slattery. I'm an actor. It's just a role. 'The Mandarin,' see, it's not real."

The trevor guy grabs a beer as I brushed my left hand through my hair, wincing at the bruising that still remained. "You're performance, trevor! Where people died-" I snapped but my body freezes feeling a cold gun barrel against my head. Oh god. I'm now at gunpoint.

"Look around you. The costumes, green screen. Honestly, I wasn't on location for half this stuff. And when I was, it was movie magic, love." Trevor pointed around the room as Tony had his back to me. His right hand still gripped the gun as he stepped in Trevor's face angered.

"I'm sorry, but I got a best friend who's in a coma and he might not wake up. Sp you're gonna have to answer for that. You're still going down, pal. You under-"

I screamed feeling a hand roughly covering my mouth as a tranquilizer dart goes in my neck. "Tony!"

He spun around to knock my holder out with his gun but the guy knocked him to the ground, shoving the same dart in his neck. I collapse beside him on the floor trying to reach out for him with my right hand. My vision blurs together in darkness before I can even finish the word.

"Ton..."

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