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Midnight Rain Ch. 3

Rich Mans World Series | Man After Midnight Series | Chapter 2 | Donations | Thoughts & Feelings

“It’s nice to meet you Steve,” you shook his hand before furrowing your brows. “Steve Rogers….I know that name….did you grow up around here?” you asked before smiling. “Im Y/N Y/L/N ...oh well Y/N Evans now…um, well….” you held a confused face before smiling. “It's complicated…” he grinned and nodded. “I did, I know your father, we actually grew up together, well kinda, I mean when we were younger we played together.” he smiled. You laughed a little, “Yeah, that's right you were scrawny,” he chuckled and nodded, a tint of red covering his cheeks, “sounds like I made an impression on you then.” You smiled and nodded, “You were pretty nice, how's life been treating you?” you asked as he shrugged, “alright, I uh, broke up with my girlfriend about a year ago, moved back here to start over in a more comfortable setting.” you nodded as he reached into his pocket. “You should call me sometime, we could go get coffee together, catch up,” he handed you a card. 

You gently took it, before you could even realize what you were doing or saying you nodded, “Yeah, that sounds great actually.” you smiled softly as he grinned. “Great! Hey, I gotta head out but I’ll talk to you soon yeah?” you nodded “yeah, it was great seeing you,” you smiled as he leant down and pecked your cheek before winking at you and walking away. You watched him go, staring over every inch of him. “What the fuck was that?” Brooke asked, causing you to jump and look at her. “Brooke, Jesus you scared me…” you said, taking a breath before she started in. “So this morning, you’re cuddled up in bed with your husband and now this afternoon you’re getting kissed by men in a store?!” You glared at her. “I grew up with Steve, he’s an old friend.” you walked up tossing your basket into her cart, “and lets not forget what my “husband” did to me. Had he not been out screwing anything with two legs and a pussy, maybe my baby wouldn’t have died because my husband would have been there to protect me and her.” you glared at Brooke, something in you this morning had just...clicked back in place. Maybe it was Chris, maybe it was seeing him treating you so delicately, you didn’t know, but that mourning and grieving stage was over, you’d officially moved on to the anger stage of your grief. 

See, that’s the thing about grief…there's 5 stages to it. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. Everyone plays it off as if these 5 stages happen to you in some certain order. Like “oh! I’ve moved on from depression! Now I'm in acceptance.” But for you, that wasn’t the case. Your first stage was acceptance. When you woke up in the hospital you accepted what had happened to you and your baby. You knew it was some evil son of a bitch who was probably after Chris and wanted to hurt him. Your first stop would be the Irish, seeing how they wanted to ensure Chris felt some kind of pain for how Tristan was done. Your second stage was depression, you remained depressed for months and even now, you knew you were officially in the anger stage. 

You turned, walking away from her and heading out of the store toward the car, Brooke watched after you, concern filling her features. What was going on with you? This sudden change in you had her nervous, were you diving off the official deep end? 

You stood out by the car, pulling your phone out and dialing the number off Steve's card, “Hey! It’s Y/N, I was going to see if you wanted to get coffee tomorrow? If so, just either text or call me and we can set up a time.” you smiled and ended the call leaving him a voicemail. You looked around, watching people walk around the parking lot, coming and going to the store, you sighed. All you had wanted was a normal, simple life. You knew being with a mobster would never, ever, be a normal life, but you had hoped with Chris everything would be different. 

Brooke came out a few minutes later and began to load the bags into the car. You held your hand out after helping her. She looked at you, raising an eyebrow. “What?” She asked with a slight attitude. “Keys.” you said, staring at her. “What? No, this is my car!” she looked shocked you’d even asked. You however, raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, whose car is this?” you asked, narrowing your eyes. Brooke cleared her throat, “Sorry it's technically your car, but I’ve been driving it for so long now it just feels like my car, but I think you shouldn’t drive yet.” she said as you shook your head. “Sorry Brooke, I’m back, now give me my keys so we can get our asses back to work.” she stared at you nervously as she handed you the keys. 

Chris sat at the kitchen island, drinking a cup of coffee and wondering what switched in you, suddenly you were ready to get up and go to the store? Bucky had explained that since you’d come back to their apartment you hadn’t done anything regarding leaving the house. He wondered if you were feeling more like yourself since the two of you had reconnected on some level. He smiled softly, hoping to hear from you today. Maybe he’d invite you out for dinner one night this week. He’d have to see when he had a free night, he had several new clubs opening and needed to make an appearance at them. 

Chris was beginning to have some hope that, maybe one day you’d be back in his arms, living here at home with him again. You’d be allowed to properly mourn the loss of your child and he’d be there to comfort you, while also mourning himself. He didn’t understand who would have done such a horrid thing. He called Anthony and Sebastian, telling them he wanted to meet with them whenever they were free that day. He began planning a security detail to watch over you. He then wanted to start looking into each and every person that had come into contact with the two of you since you’d married him.

Chris smiled to himself, so maybe you didn’t want to get divorced after all, maybe now you two would be a family again. He would find who had hurt you, who had hurt your baby, his sweet little girl, and he would make them pay. He would remind the world of who he was, what he was capable of. He would burn the entire world to the ground if that meant you would come back to him. All he wanted was for you to come back home.

You drove around, taking calls, making stops. Brooke was texting Sebastian, telling him every move you were making. “That’s fine, I can work with that. Tell him I want to meet face to face. I dont give a shit if he’s busy! I’m trying to find out who murdered my child!” you yelled. “Now text me with the god damn details or your head is next on my fucking platter!” you hung up the phone throwing it in the backseat with anger. “Maybe we should head home now Y/N, Sebastian wants to start on dinner and plus, it was a big day! You got back to your old self, maybe a nice hot bubble bath and a glass of wine? Sounds pretty good huh? And, we can even get into work mode for tomorrow.” Brooke said as you huffed. “Relax Brooke, I’m not crazy, I’ve just realized it's time to get back to work and get this shit figured out.” you said, glancing at her. Your phone buzzed in the back seat as you headed back toward Brooke and Sebastian's place. 

Steve had texted you, telling you he was absolutely free to meet for coffee, and he wanted to meet up with you at 11am, which worked out perfect for you because you could get your life back on track. You stood in your bedroom staring at the sight before you. You began packing up boxes, labeling them as donations or keep before moving down the hallway to the door that hadn’t been opened in months. 

You opened the door, revealing the stuffy and slightly dusty light pink nursery; boxes sat unmade against the wall with packing tape and bubble wrap sitting in front of them. You looked at the dresser, the small pink urn sat in the middle. You purse your lips looking around before taking a deep breath and stepping inside, closing the door gently behind you. It was time you started healing, and this was the first step.

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BEYOND SURVIVAL

a post-apocalyptic omegaverse set in the near-future

Alpha!Ari Levinson x Curvy Millennial Omega!Female Reader

After everything about life as you know it changes, a chance encounter - or more than one - with the warm and charismatic Alpha Ari Levinson threatens to change everything in your life yet again.

But only if you let it.

Content Warnings: [check individual parts for their respective warnings] omegaverse elements (scenting, claiming, bonding, knots, heat, rut), true mates, explicit smut, survival after the end of the world, feels, angst, lonely hearts

↠ Waiting on One Look [300] ↠ Maybe Not [2k] ↠ Surveillance and Surrender [10.5k]

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i think that buck and eddie would go a million miles a minute when they finaly do get together. they both just feel so MUCH. they have wells of emotions that are DEEP and when they bothe get to a space that they can admit it and stop repressing they aren't gonna be able to turn it off or down afterwards. and have so much understanding of each other becuse i mean. come on. it's buckandeddie. work partners, life parters, they count on the idea that the other will fall into step and have each others backs. this is part of the reasons why the fights from season eight (and the fight in the grocrey store in ??season 4 i think??) is soooooo devestating for both buckandeddie in canon and for the auduince. we expect them to be reliable for each other, and so do they, canonaly. all of that to say that i think that they wouldn't be but a month into dating before they are (not subltle at all) floating hints about marrigae and children deadass. i think buck is buys a baby book week 2. i think eddie is texting josh and maddie asking them what kind of ring buck wants (maddie becuse she knows, josh for moral support LMFAOO). i think chris is burying his head in his hands becuse they both keep half starting proposal plans and then crashing out and not going through becuse they want it to be perfect. and chris is like buck i swear to god if i find another goddamn pintrest board or god forbid a clipboard i WILL lose it just propose already!!!!

i think they are doing something domestic and silly like cleaning up the living room after a party or something. and eddies complaining and buck says something about how he's stuck with buck forever or something. and all of the sudden eddie is standing there looking at buck going i don't even want to propose anymore i just want him to be my husband. right now. i want him to be my husband yesterday and waiting at all feels so silly now. and at that thought eddie bursts into tears and buck is like eddie???? are you goood????? and eddie just goes "I want to be your husband forever i love you so much" and then buck is like "oh my god did you just propse" and eddies like "depends if you're gonna say no or not" and then BUCK starts crying and does the clechie "yes a million times yes" speetch becuse buck is a romcom lover and then they kiss about it and make an apointment for a courthouse wedding that friday becuse why wait? why deprive themselives the joy of being tied together, soul to soul, heartbeat to heartbeat, scars, trama, pasts intertwined, hands pressed into hands with matching rings becuse this is their perfect forever.

chris, is happy for them, naturaly, but he is also pulling his hair out BUCK. WHAT ABOUT ALL OF THE PLANS. WHAT ABOUT THE HOT AIR BALLON? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT ENGAGED IN THEIR LIVING ROOM???? maddie is happy that eddie is making buck happy but is immedaly pissed that she doesn't get to plan ANYTHING ABOUT THEIR WEDDING (untill buck lets her plan a SMALL backyard reception). when their grandchildren ask how they got engaged they get twin smiles on their faces as they both try to tell the same story at the same time; buck always insists that eddie is telling it wrong, and eddie says that buck isn't getting all the important deatils ofcc

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Storm & Blaze

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Short story # 22

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Summary - You were once friends with Reed, and when he calls asking for some assistance on a project, you're happy to offer him a helping hand. But the moment you enter the lab, Johnny finds himself completely smitten. And when he learns who and what you are, he truly believes you're the one for him.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 10 minutes

Johnny is OOC af but what do you expect?

"Wait so why can't you finish this project?" Johnny asked for the fifth time in the past hour. Ben groaned in annoyance. "I told you, an old friend of mine has the final piece to this project." Reed explained, growing impatient waiting for his old companion. "What do you mean they have the final piece?" Johnny pried, confused as to why someone Reed hadn't spoke to in years, would have something so important to him. "Look you're just going to have to-" But Reed was cut off when the lab doors swung open, a woman dressed in a black leather jacket, with a large chain wrapped diagonally across her torso, skin tight skinny jeans, and killer combat boots, strutted in as if she owned the place. "You're finally here." Reed breathed a sigh of relief, while the others were stunned into a silence. "Sorry about that, ran into some trouble on my way over." She said with a cunning grin, her voice making Johnny's heart jump in his chest. "Everything okay?" Reed asked as he met her halfway across the large lab. "Nothing I couldn't handle." She shrugged casually, her eyes practically glowing as she looked at the others.

"Oh right." Reed chuckled before turning to his friends, ushering (Y/n) over to them silently. "Guys this is my old friend (Y/n) Blaze." Reed introduced her to them, Susan approaching her first. "It's great to finally meet you, I'm Susan Storm." She smiled brightly at (Y/n), who shook her hand with a kind grin. "This is my brother-" She turned to introduce her brother, only for him to practically shove his way passed her. "Johnny Storm." He stuck his hand out with a charming smile, his skin feeling hot when she shook his hand. "Ben Grimm." The largest of the group introduced, offering his hand for a moment, then pulling away thinking better on it. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you all." (Y/n) hummed with an amused grin, her attention turning to Reed when he grasped her elbow. "I'm really glad you came." He said, silently leading her to the equipment he was working on. "Let's get to it." (Y/n) mused, sensing his eagerness to get on with it. "It's right over here. I probably should have waiting before installing it, but the rod is just through here." Reed pointed to the small gap in the side of the machine. (Y/n) peered inside, her eyes landing on a rod that glew a dull shade of purple. "What do you need me to do?" She asked as she observed the rest of the mechanism.

"Essentially I need you to give it a jump start... You know... With your ability." He murmured the last part, feeling a little guilty for dragging her all the way out here for something that seemed a little trivial. "What's it for?" She asked as she faced her old friend, ignoring the eyes that practically burned into the side of her head. "It's a machine that will contain Johnny's powers, in case he looses control, or just needs to let off some steam." Reed winced at the pun, clearing his throat. "What's his power exactly?" (Y/n) asked curiously, and before Reed had a chance to explain, Johnny appeared at her side. "I can control fire." He said with a charming smile, allowing his hand and forearm to burst into flames. "That's ironic." (Y/n) chuckled as she smiled at Reed, who found her words equally amusing. Though Johnny, Susan, and Ben were a bit confused. "Alright back up, don't know how this will go." (Y/n) said as she turned her attention back to the machine. Reed and Johnny took her advice, and stepped several feet away. "You ever tell them about me?" She asked as she glanced back at her old friend, who looked a bit bashful. "No I didn't." He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little bad, despite the fact that they hadn't been close in years. "Okay. Well no matter what happens, don't touch me." (Y/n) said as she looked to the others, who seemed confused though they still nodded their heads in agreement.

Content with that, (Y/n) turned back to the machine, reaching her arm deep into the gap, until her fingers wrapped around the rod. Susan wanted to protest, knowing it wasn't safe for anyone to touch the rod with their bare hands, but Reed stopped her, placing a comforting hand onto her shoulder. (Y/n) shuddered at the electrifying sensation that burned up her arm. "Fuck." She breathed out softly, tapping just barely into her power. Her eyes glew brightly as the rod began blazing with life, a horrifying screeching sound echoed throughout the lab. Everyone but (Y/n) clutched their ears, hissing in pain. (Y/n) grunted a gutteral primal sound, her skin burning and turning a bright shade of red. "Let go!" Reed hollered, knowing it had done the trick, and if she kept at it, she might actually bring the machine to life. (Y/n) hissed as she released the now bright glowing rod, pulling her arm out to inspect the damage. Susan gasped at the sight of (Y/n)'s fingers, which had turned a deep shade of black. The woman seemed unconcerned about the development however, wiggling her fingers to make sure they still worked before letting her arm fall back to her side.

"You did it!" Reed gushed as he rushed around the machine to run a few tests. "Glad to help." (Y/n) hummed, her skin slowly cooling, and fading back to its natural tone. "What the fuck?" Johnny breathed out in utter surprise, having been watching her closer than anyone else. (Y/n) glanced his way, and shot him a casual wink. "How did you do that?" Susan asked in astonishment, approaching the machine she had thought would be a lost cause. "He really didn't tell you guys anything about me huh." (Y/n) said with a chuckle, shaking her head a little with a grin. "He never even told us your name." Ben stated gruffly. "Sounds about right." (Y/n) said with an amused roll of her eyes. "Are any of you familiar with the name Johnny Blaze?" She asked as she moved to lean against a large metal table. "Wasn't he that stunt motorcyclist?" Ben asked, to which (Y/n) nodded in agreement. "And my father." She added, the news making Johnny wince inwardly, knowing he shared the same first name as her father. "Didn't he like go awol and disappear years ago?" Ben asked, and (Y/n) clicked her tongue. "Something like that I suppose. Anyways the point is he made a mistake when he was younger, a futile attempt to save his dad. He sold his soul to a demon by the name of Mephisto." She could see the skeptical looks in each of their eyes, something she was used to.

"Anyways it changed him, he was unknowingly bonded with another demon by the name of Zarathos. It's where his power comes from." She thought for a moment before correcting herself. "Came from." She shrugged casually, and while they seemed to find her story odd, they listened intently. "And well when I was a teenager I made the exact same mistake as my father. In exchange for annulling my father's contract, I would take his place, and take up the mantle of Ghost Rider." She licked her lips, pushing off of the table. "I sold my soul, and became a spirit of vengeance." She said as she held her hands out at her sides. Reed had come back around the machine just in time to see her burst into flames, her skin muscle and tissue melting away in an instant, leaving her a skeleton, her clothes unaffected by the flames. The laugh that rumbled in her hollow chest, sounded like the devil himself. Susan had jumped back in surprise, Ben watched with curiosity, And it took everything in Johnny not to tackle her in a hug. Feeling as if he'd found the other half of his soul, his eyes sparkled with astonishment, hypnotized by the flames that lapped at where her skin had been.

Without really thinking Johnny strode towards her, feeling the intense heat of her flames with every step. "Flame on." He muttered as he neared her, ruining his clothes that burned away the instant his body engulfed in flames. (Y/n) observed him with a small tilt of her head, her bony hand reaching out to touch his chest. Another laugh rumbled from her, sounding sinister and dangerous. "(Y/n)." Reed called out to her, afraid she might try using her Penance Stare on Johnny. She looked at Reed for a moment, then back to Johnny, who couldn't tare his eyes away from her. "Johnny what are you doing?" Susan hissed at her brother, who ignored her, as he placed his hands onto (Y/n)'s waist, surprised to find that she didn't feel like a skeleton, but a whole person. (Y/n) in turn wrapped her arms around his neck, anticipating what he might do next. "Don't so anything stupid!" Susan hissed at her brother. Who tightened his grip, and pulled (Y/n) flush against his chest, her clothes still unaffected by the added heat, he suddenly flew them out of the tower. The demonic sound of her laughter made something buzz in Johnny's chest, as he flew them far from New York, and high into the great rocky mountains.

When he landed, they simultaneously extinguished their flames. Leaving Johnny standing there as naked as the day he was born, and (Y/n) looking human once more. "Couldn't keep your hands to yourself huh?" She asked with a teasing grin, still standing chest to chest with him. "Not really." He admitted with a smirk, observing the fine details of her face. "I feel like I'm being pulled towards you, like I'm meant to hold you in my arms." Johnny admitted, more sincere about his admission, than anything else in his life. "I just told you I sold my soul to a demon, and that I am bonded with another demon. And you're infatuated." (Y/n) chuckled with a grin, humming in her throat when Johnny nodded his head in agreement. "You might just be the strangest man I've ever met." She added in a playful tone. "But you like strange don't you?" Johnny asked, slowly inching his face closer to (Y/n)'s. "What makes you so sure?" She taunted, despite finding herself leaning in as well. "We were made for eachother." Johnny stated confidently, finally closing the gap between them. Fire ignited at their feet, and made its way further up their legs, stopping just at their chests as they deepened the kiss.

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Hmmmm whats gonna go down in Chapter 2?? Lol only time will tell!!

Midnight Rain Ch.1

Rich Mans World Series | Man After Midnight Series | Chapter 1 | Donations | Thoughts & Feelings

Authors Note: FINALLY!!! I finished this chapter this morning and just couldn't wait to release it!!!

*****TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!!!*****

“Things are looking great. Strong heartbeat, baby is measuring about a week later than what you are. Still don’t want to know the sex?” you smiled, shaking your head. “Nope, leave it as a surprise for my shower.” you said as Brooke grinned. 

You sent the photo to Chris, ‘28 weeks. Everything looks good. Baby is measuring around 29 weeks. Shower is Sunday at 2pm.’ the message was read but not responded to. “We should get back before sunday.” you told Brooke as she walked in with bags packed. “Jet’s gonna take off in about 30 minutes. We gotta go.” 

Brooke sat in the uncomfortable recliner, quietly reading the newspaper, glancing at her phone ever so often. “Hey,” Sebastian's voice broke through silence as he entered the room. “I got you some coffee.” he handed her the cup and sat down in the chair beside her. Brooke smiled softly at him. “Thank you,” 

“Ah! Do you love it?!” Brooke grinned as you held up the little black leather jacket. “Its so cute!!” you gasped grinning at it. The doorbell rang and then the door opened. 

“How’s everything going?” Sebastian asked softly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to Brookes head. “She’s doin okay, finally went back to sleep after the nightmare.” Brooke whispered as she stepped out in the hallway with Sebastian as he nodded. “Glad to hear she’s finally back asleep, she needs the rest after everything she’s been through.” he sighed looking down the hallway. 

“He called me again.” he spoke quietly, Brooke looked at him. “Jesus. What’s he want?” she crossed her arms as he leaned against the wall. “Wants to talk to her…ask her how everything is goin….check in on the baby…” he shoved his hands in his pockets, jonesing for a cigarette right about now. 

Brooke had told him on their first date that cigarettes were a turn off for her. Seb threw his pack out the window the second he’d pulled out of her driveway from dropping her off at her parents house. He’d fallen in love with her that night and didn’t want to jeopardize that. 

Brooke put her head in her hands, “We can’t keep lying to him, we’re going to have to tell him.” She looked up at him with a heartbroken look in her eyes. Sebastian looked down. “Fine, I’ll go call him and tell him to come over.” Brooke nodded and began to walk downstairs toward the kitchen. “Do we really think that's best? Why don't you meet him somewhere besides here and tell him?” 

Chris held out a hand as several of his men carried in beautifully wrapped gifts, the room quieted down and everyone watched as he walked over taking a seat amongst all the other women. “Sorry we’re late, my gift wrapper was a little slower today.” he smiled as you glared at him. 

Sebastian took a seat at the island in the kitchen and shook his head, “Because he’ll want to see her, talk to her, ask….he’s been going nuts not hearing from her.” He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “If we do this, we do it today.” Brooke sighed, rubbing her eyes. 

“Do what?” you asked from the doorway, causing Brooke and Seb both to turn and stare at you with wide eyes. 

***

“Hey you’re doing great!” Anthony said, watching Chris bend his right arm down and slowly wrap his hand around a pop can. Chris winched as the therapist smiled. “That’s enough for today, you did great Chris. Just keep working on your exercises at home and I’ll see you back here on Friday.” She said as Chris slowly walked with his cane beside Anthony toward the door. The walk was silent to the car, Anthony keeping a slow pace to stay beside Chris. As he helped Chris into the car, and climbed into the drivers side, he instantly turned on the air conditioning, letting the inside begin to cool from the stale summer air. “I wanted to let you know that Sebastian called this morning, he wants you to come by today, and says he needs to talk with you about a few things.” Anthony said as Chris looked over at him. “Well lets get over there.” he said as Anthony shook his head. “Told him not right now…said you just got out of therapy and you’re tired.” he said switching lanes as they drove toward the outskirts of town, toward Chris’s house. “I’m fine, take me to see my wife dammit.” 

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“Y/N…we need to tell you something, there was a fire at Chris’s house…about 3 months ago…the same night that…um…well when the incident happened. Well…you might notice some scarring on Chris. He got trapped in the fire and his right arm as well as his right leg got burned.” Sebastian told you as he sat you down on the couch. 

You stared at him and slowly nodded. “Okay,” you responded emotionlessly. That’s how you’d been since the incident. “Are you okay, Y/N?” Brooke asked, sitting beside you on the couch. You looked over at her, your face held nothing on it, “Yeah.” you said in a monotone voice. She could see the look behind your eyes though, the anger and sadness that fill them both. You looked back at Sebastian blinking slowly and you asked “When will he be here?” you spoke quietly. Seb looked at you before looking at his phone and with a heavy sigh, replied “in about 5 minutes.” 

When Chris got there, Seb met him at the door. Chris looked at him surprised before shaking his hand and exchanging small talk, but he couldn’t wait to see you. See how big your 9 month belly would be, to talk to the baby, talk to you…he couldn’t wait. You’d been dodging his calls and texts for months, denying him access to you and his child. 

Chris came into the living room, Brooke was coming in from the kitchen, carrying a tray with cups, a kettle, and some snack cakes. She set the tray on the sandy colored coffee table, that no doubt you’d picked out, always liking the lighter color. “Chris..it’s so nice to see you again.” Brooke said, holding her arms out for a hug as she walked toward him. “It’s been a while since we’ve last seen each other. Please, have a seat.” She said motioning to the couch that you stood behind staring out of the french doors watching it rain. “Just a second,” he said, brushing her off. He walked toward you, stopping when he was just a few feet away. 

“Y/N…how have you been?” he asked as Brooke looked from the two of you to Sebastian who ran a hand over his face. “How’s the baby?” Chris asked with a small smile. You and the baby were the only reason he’d survived that night if he was being honest with himself. He fought for everything that night, prayed that if he made it out alive, he’d change, be a better man, for you and the baby you’d both created. 

You didn’t answer him, you didn’t even move from your spot. “Y/N?” he called out, stepping closer. “Don’t.” you said suddenly. “Do not come anywhere near me.” your voice broke and you let out a gut wrench sob before you turned and looked at him. Chris’s eyes fell from your face to your belly, and instantly his blood ran cold. “Y/N…..Honey, what happened? Did you go into labor early?” he prayed that you’d just forgotten to call him and let him know the baby had been born. 

“Chris…sit down.” Brooke said from behind him. Chris stared at you for a minute before he turned away from you; knowing you weren’t going to speak to him, and deep down, he knew why. “Chris, can you tell us what happened to you?” Brooke asked as she poured him a cup of coffee. “Well, two masked men broke in and attacked me in my-our bedroom.” He said, dropping his eyes. 

“Uh…they beat me and set the house on fire.” Chris said as he looked back at Brooke and Seb. They knew he wasn’t telling the whole truth, but maybe that wasn’t something anyone but you were meant to know. “I’m glad to see you’re okay though,” Brooke commented trying to fill the unavoidable and thick silence. 

Chris nodded before he turned and looked over his shoulder at you; You were staring directly at him. “When did it happen?” you asked quietly. “3 months ago. When did you have the baby?” Chris asked again. “Chris…” Brooke called to him, trying to get him to leave you alone. You hadn’t talked about the incident with her or Sebastian and she found it hard to believe you’d just open right up to him after everything that happened. He glanced from you to her, “What?” he snapped and looked at Brooke and Sebastians faces, the look they held. 

You bolted for the stairs, tears in your eyes as you ran up them, down the hall to your bedroom and slammed the door. “Dammit!” Brooke jumped up before she looked at Sebastian. “Are you going to tell him or do I have to?!” Sebastian looked at Chris before looking up and meeting Brooke's eyes. She scoffed at him before whipping around and faced Chris. “Her little girl was cut from her belly and murdered.” She snapped at him before rushing after you. 

[k-evans-reads]

Built To Last

A collection of drabbles about Nora, a quiet small town bookstore owner and what happens when a charismatic carpenter comes to build some new shelves in her shop.

MAIN MASTERLIST Drabbles:

Meeting

Book Rec

Bold and Adventurous

First Date

Why Carpentry?

Valentine’s Day - Part 1 - Part 2

The Kiss

That Doesn’t Belong

Being Yours

A New Dresser

Book Rec Part 2

Interrogation

I Love You

Morning Kiss

Airport

You’re Bleeding

Moving Boxes

The Firing Squad

The Fever

Summer Heat

Fatherly Approval

4th of July

Breakfast

[aspecbuddie]

emotional about the will scene once again. but specifically about the fact that the three years they'd known each other at that point seems like nothing now they've known each other for seven. buck's known about the will for over half of their friendship. he's been in eddie's will for over two thirds of the time they've known each other. chris was seven when he met buck. nine when eddie changed his will. ten when buck found out. and now he's fourteen and he's known buck half his life.

[georgiapeach30513]

Can I just say that I really love the Jack look.

[alldthoughtsinmyhead]

"All Your Fault"

Summary: Interrupting his business call with your shenanigans has its consequences.

Warnings: Smut.

Daddy was on a business video call when I opened the door to his home office. He had put on a shirt, tie, and jacket to look every bit the boss he was — but below, he wore loose cotton boxers. The sight made me giggle softly. As I watched him play with his billions, a naughty thought crossed my mind: Just how much of a multitasker is my beautiful Aaron? I sashayed into his office, tossing him a nonchalant look when he arched a shapely brow, eyeing me with suspicion.I rounded his desk, dropping to all fours, the cool hardwood beneath me a sharp contrast to the warmth of my skin. Carefully, I avoided the webcam, placing a hand on his knee and nudging him gently — signaling that I wanted space beneath his desk. With a dramatic sigh, he dragged a hand over his face in feigned exasperation, but I could feel the corners of his lips twitching. He rolled his chair back just enough for me to slip underneath, his eyes locking onto mine with a silent challenge. Once I was in place, he rolled back into position, the hum of the laptop now the only sound between us.

Kneeling carefully between his legs, I pressed a soft kiss to the inside of his left thigh, my lips brushing over the sensitive skin. A smug smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I watched goosebumps ripple across his skin.

Settling onto my haunches, I let my hands glide upward along the insides of his thighs, slipping beneath the loose fabric of his shorts. My fingers curled gently as I gave a firm squeeze, eliciting a subtle hitch in his voice as his body betrayed him.

The faint twitch of his arousal sent a wave of satisfaction coursing through me. With deliberate slowness, I withdrew my hands, teasingly avoiding the one place I knew he wanted my touch most.

He slumped back in his chair, his hips shifting closer to me in silent invitation. I muffled a giggle, the corners of my lips curling mischievously. Leaning in, I pressed a lingering kiss to the tip of his growing hardness, savoring the way he cleared his throat, his composure wavering ever so slightly.

A giddy sense of control surged through me, the power I held over him intoxicating. How long would it take before he surrendered completely?

My hands found their way up his thighs again, deliberate and unhurried. Wrapping my fingers around the base of his warmth, I let my teeth graze his glans lightly, eliciting the smallest twitch of reaction. The smooth, silken heat of him felt perfect against my palms. I gave a firm, deliberate squeeze, my glazed eyes fixed firmly on his face.

A slight jerk of his hips told me he felt that... so I did it again. This time, I dragged my tongue over the cotton-covered head of his hardness, savoring the subtle shift in his breath.

My body buzzed with a flood of sensations, each one amplifying the heat pooling between my thighs. Moisture gathered in waves, the anticipation almost unbearable as I reveled in his barely contained reactions.

I was starting to get sticky, the damp heat between my thighs becoming impossible to ignore.

I had just begun to move my hands up and down his length when one of his large hands covered mine. I paused and looked up at him, unsure if he wanted me to stop. The answer came quickly—he tightened his grip over mine, guiding my movements as he used my hands to stroke himself.

A muffled moan escaped my lips despite my efforts to stay silent. I loved it when he took control like this. After three deliberate, powerful strokes, he released my hands and freed himself from the confines of his boxer shorts.

Gripping his hardness at the base, he tapped it gently against my face. I parted my lips, letting my tongue reach out to meet him.

The instant my wet tongue made contact, he thrust forward, filling my mouth in one smooth motion. His fingers tangled in my hair as he took control of my movements, a harsh exhale escaping him as he set the rhythm.

I heard one of his executives ask if he was alright, and I couldn’t help but giggle.

My stoic baby is crumbling.

His hand left my head momentarily, only to pinch my cheeks in silent reprimand, cutting my giggle short.

I tilted my head up to look at him from beneath the desk. His eyes met mine as he lowered his head and silently mouthed, “Shhh.”

In response, I gave him my most innocent puppy-dog eyes before taking him fully in my mouth and sucking him with earnest intent.

I watched his face tighten as he fought to keep his composure, scrambling to turn off his webcam in the middle of the call.

If his length wasn’t currently lodged deep in my throat, I might have laughed outright at his sudden panic.

His head fell back against the chair as his fingers tangled deeper into my hair. He’d stopped actively participating in the conversation, his silence only encouraging me to work him harder than I ever had before.

I had a point to prove.

I had just started lavishing attention on the sensitive underside of his length when he abruptly ended the call. His chair screeched back, and he pulled out of my mouth with a loud, wet pop.

I wiped the saliva from my mouth and chin, my heart racing a mile a minute. His expression was unreadable for a beat, then it twisted into something dark and furious. My heart sank—or maybe it was my coochie, because it mimicked the frantic rhythm of my pulse.

I recognized that look.

“What kind of game is this?” His voice was low, dangerous. “You think this is funny?”

My throat was too dry to answer. I could only stare, a mix of excitement and apprehension freezing me in place.

With lightning speed, he cleared the desk of everything in his way. The angry serpent at his groin led the charge, promising I’d regret ever testing him.

Grabbing me firmly by my underarms, he lifted me effortlessly, flopping me stomach-first onto his desk.

Even though I anticipated the move, I still yelped when his palm came down hard on my backside.

Before I could fully process the sting, he spread my legs wide against the cool surface of the desk. His hand came down again, this time landing directly on my engorged lips and sensitive clit.

A guttural groan tore from my throat, wild and unrestrained. The vibrations rippled through me, tingling all the way to my curled toes. My body responded instinctively, clenching hard as another wave of moisture soaked through my already damp boy shorts.

I felt the heat of his presence withdraw momentarily and heard the unmistakable rustle of fabric. My breath hitched—I knew he was getting undressed.

“Baby...” I hissed.

“I don’t want to hear you right now!” His curt voice cut through the haze, making me whimper softly and bite down on my lip.

My body burned with need, trembling with anticipation. I needed him to hurry, to finish what he’d started.

I barely restrained myself from risking another word, even though every nerve in my body screamed for his attention.

And then—he left the office.

I had just started to writhe in frustration when he returned.

“I see you kept your legs spread for me,” he purred, his voice a velvety caress that sent shivers down my spine.

Before I could respond, his middle finger pressed against the wet crotch of my shorts, pushing the soaked fabric into my love tunnel. “Good girl,” he murmured, his tone dripping with approval.

He worked the material deeper into me, twisting his finger as I clenched and unclenched around his thick digit. The soft fabric pulled taut against my aching clit, amplifying every sensation.

He paused, holding me on the edge of blissful agony, then slowly withdrew his finger. The cloth followed, sliding out of me millimeter by tantalizing millimeter, dragging along every nerve ending with deliberate precision.

It was exquisite torture. Every inch felt like an eternity, leaving me trembling on the precipice of release.

I thought I might die from the intensity of it.

I wanted him to hurry, to finish me off, but at the same time, I craved every second of this agonizingly slow dance.

What felt like minutes—but was probably only seconds—passed before I felt the faintest tension against my shorts, followed by the unmistakable sound of fabric tearing.

His hands gripped my hips firmly, lifting me just enough for his tongue to take a long, leisurely swipe up my soaked center.

A shiver ran through me as my hands shot out to clutch the edge of the desk, bracing myself for the inevitable. I was ready to be devoured.

But the heat of his tongue vanished, replaced by the cool, unfamiliar sensation of metal slipping inside me.

I gasped, a mix of surprise and disbelief flooding my senses. He wouldn’t… he wouldn’t.

The first vibrations shattered that illusion. They coursed through me, and my body reacted instinctively, clawing at the desk in an attempt to escape the overwhelming sensations.

Then, just as suddenly, it stopped.

He pressed a button, silencing the device, and I whimpered at the sudden absence.

“What’s wrong?” he drawled, his voice dripping with mock innocence. “I thought you wanted to play. Let’s play.”

He moved around the desk to stand in front of me, prying my hands off the edge before flipping me over effortlessly. With a firm tug, he pulled me until my head dangled off the table, perfectly aligned with his proud majesty.

He tapped it lightly against my forehead, smirking as my lips parted instinctively. My mouth opened, eager to take him, but instead, I wrapped it around his balls, sucking gently as my tongue teased them.

“Fuck… my girl,” he groaned, the deep timbre of his voice sending a fresh wave of heat through my body as I juggled his weight in my mouth.

After a few indulgent moments, he withdrew, only to replace them with his length. He slid in steadily, pausing only when he was fully lodged in my throat.

Before I could adjust to the sensation, the vibrator roared back to life inside me.

I groaned helplessly around him, the vibrations coursing through my throat and sending a new ripple of pleasure through him.

“Yeah… like that,” he moaned, his voice breathless with satisfaction. “I love it when you sing on me.”

He repeated the motion, thrusting into my throat while the relentless buzz within me kept my body on the edge. Each wave of pleasure brought another tremor, another mini orgasm.

Finally, he pulled out completely, leaving me gasping for air. My face was soaked with spit, sweat, and tears, my body trembling uncontrollably. I’d lost count of how many peaks I’d hit, each one leaving me more wrecked than the last.

With a deliberate slowness that sent shivers through me, he reached between my legs and removed the vibrator, leaving me momentarily empty and trembling from its absence.

Gripping my hips firmly, he pulled me further down the table, tilting my body so my head was no longer hanging over the edge. His eyes roamed over me, dark with desire, as if savoring the sight of me completely at his mercy.

When he came back around and positioned himself at my entrance, I felt the slow, deliberate pressure of him nudging inside. Inch by inch, he slid his enormous length into me until he was fully lodged, the tip pressing firmly against my cervix.

Leaning over me, he captured my mouth in a heated kiss, his lips and tongue insistent as he began to move. His thrusts started slow and deliberate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through my trembling body.

He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth, mirroring the rhythm of his strokes. I clung to his veiny forearms, my fingers digging in as I tried to ground myself against the overwhelming sensation.

His movements quickened, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. His breath came in short, ragged gasps against my face, and I felt the tension building in every muscle of his body.

Breaking the kiss, he shifted his focus. His hands slid down to grip my thighs, spreading them wider before pushing them forward, folding me nearly in half as he drove even deeper.

His weight came down on me, his thickness buried to the hilt inside me. His groin pressed flush against mine as he held me completely open, vulnerable to his every move.

He rested his forehead against mine, his body jerking with each deep thrust that kissed the very depths of my womb. His shut eyes and labored breathing told me he was fighting for control.

The last time he lost that battle, I was walking funny for nearly a week.

I wanted him to lose it again.

Watching his face carefully, I gathered every ounce of strength from my Kegel lessons and clenched tightly around him.

His eyes flew open, locking onto mine, and for a moment, something flickered there—sympathy.

A small, almost apologetic smile curved his lips as he whispered, “I’m sorry for what I’m about to do to you. But this... this is all your fault.”

His hands closed around my throat, firm but measured, as the sound of rhythmic claps filled the room.

A light flickered in the back of my mind, dimming with every ragged breath I took. His guttural, animalistic grunts as he powered into me were the last thing I heard before darkness claimed me.

Several earth-shattering orgasms later, I was limp, my body humming with aftershocks. His weight pressed against me, his breaths hot and ragged against my skin, grounding me in the aftermath of the storm he’d unleashed.

As I blinked through the haze, he carefully withdrew, his hands sliding under me to lift me effortlessly. I let out a soft sigh as he cradled me against his chest, the contrast between his earlier ferocity and his current tenderness making my heart ache in ways I couldn’t describe.

He carried me into the bathroom, his steps deliberate and sure. Gently, he set me down, the cool tile beneath me a welcome reprieve from the heat that still lingered in my limbs. With meticulous care, he began to clean me up, his touch light and reverent.

I gazed up at him, my eyelids heavy, already feeling sleep pulling me under. I knew I’d be out long enough for him to return to his business call and finish what I’d interrupted.

But right now, I didn’t care. Right now, I was completely his, body and soul, and that was all that mattered.

I'm making this open so you can attach anyone to it. My muse was Aaron Pierre, though, lol.