#i noticed the doll after adding the gif but like we all know what i write so fits xD

[deepperplexity]

You know what I love that happens - without fail - every year I do Rickmas?

People find my old fics and go bananas with devouring them - AND I'M SO HERE FOR IT!

Like, my inbox floods with notifications from people reading everything from Snapemas 2020 to Rickmas 2024 and my other stuff, too. It's 99% likes of the older fics but it shows they're there and I GET SO HAPPY KNOWING MY WRITING IS BEING ENJOYED TO THE DEVOURING-SEVERAL-FICS-A-DAY KIND OF LEVEL!

Sorta makes me feel like this, the "doll of smut" *cough cough* is definitely held by @snowblossomreads 👀

[thanosscross]

HII I REALLY LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH, i hope your willing to write about pregnant reader x thanos yk, thanos didn't know she was pregnant before they break up and then they meet up again the games and he finds out player 222 and player 333 type stuff 😭

Of course! We love this!!

Good person - Choi Su- Bong x pregnant! reader

Summary: After leaving Thanos, you encounter him again in a serious death game, only this time the stakes are lot higher

Warnings: Not much, just your usual squid game gore

A/n: Sorry it's so short! I'm going to try and start adding some length to my stories again especially my Thanos stories so stay tuned for those longer stories, trust me they are coming, they're just takin a lil time

You had told yourself whenever you signed up, you'd be as careful as possible, and that it was all for your baby, after leaving their father and being disowned for choosing to be single mother, you were left with little to nothing, so of course you took the chance to get money.

As you woke up in the giant room you soon came to regret your decision, seeing your sperm donor just a few feet in front of you, focused on the screen reading off debts "Y/n L/n, 25 million won" The guard shouted, showing you getting smacked across the face, quickly holding an arm over your stomach afterwards. Almost like he knew, as soon as your name was called out, his head snapped to yours "Senorita! You're here!?" He shouted in shock "No Way!" He shouted as he walked closer, you attempted to curl your body up away from him, but due to the six month pregnancy belly, you could only bend your legs closer to you slightly.

"Please leave, Thanos" You grunted, trying your best to keep him at a distance, for all he knew you had taken a plan B after your last hook up and that was it. Instead he just kept approaching until he was standing in front of you "What're you doing here!?" He asked excited, you just shook your head "trying to get my family and I money after my sorry excuse of a boyfriend convinced me to buy stupid ass crypto?" You said like it was obvious, it wasn't like you were entirely lying, you just didn't specify what family.

Going into red light green light, you were cocky at first, knowing you could do this easy, until the shooting started, players falling left and right, while your baby dad just skipped and danced his way to you down the field "You never answered me, Senorita" He repeated, placing his hands on your hips, terrified of what he might do, especially after watching him shove other players to win "I-I'm pregnant" You blurted, you couldn't help it, between your fear of dying by Thanos or the game was too much, you just wanted to get out of this alive, you didn't think it'd be this serious, if you did, you never would've done this. "Haha" He laughed sarcastically before looking at your face as the doll called out red light, he was in front of you now, and you were visibly shaking, Thanos using his body to try and shield you from the sensors "for real, flower?" He asked, his tone a lot more deep and raspy, you could tell he sobered up quick upon the realization you weren't joking. "I-I forgot the pill after hooked up a few months ago! a-and I left because I knew you couldn't be a responsible dad" You blurted, unable to contain your emotions as the hormones in your body were on overdrive.

Thanos was frozen, staring at you in shock before finally snapping out of it as the doll called green light, he grabbed your arm holding you behind him as he followed the others past the red line "Just stay behind me" He whispered, your words stung, how could you be so sure of how he'd be as a dad if you never gave him a chance? As you made your way back to the giant main room, you took notice to Thanos's hand on your back leading you to the bed "Sit, you don't put yourself through too much" He explained softly, helping you over to your bunks before eyeing Nam-Gyu "Give her your bed, man" he demanded, his friend stuttering before giving up and giving you his bed that was floor level, him taking your third bunk bed. "Thanos" You warned, not wanting him to make it a huge deal "What?! You're huge! You don't need to be climbing!" He shouted before catching his tone, apologizing quietly "Okay, well One, that was very very rude, two, I can do whatever I please, if I feel like I can't do something, I'll tell you" You stated poking him in the chest with your finger, he just smirked at you, biting his bottom lip slightly "Have I ever told you, it's hot whenever you yell at me" he asked, trying his best to charm you, but instead you just flicked his forehead in annoyance "Get away, freak" You replied, he just smiled at you, sitting at the foot of your bunk "So it's my baby?" He asked smiling pointing to your stomach "Well, if not I'd be concerned" You said raising your eyebrows at him "Can I..touch it?.." He asked nervously "it's not an it, it's your daughter" you glared, before grabbing his hand slipping it under your jacket, pressing his finger down in just the right spot to get the small baby inside of you to move around "Woah..weird" He said grimacing as he pulled away in disgust "Really!?" You gasped in shock laughing loudly, somehow forgetting you were in a death game for a moment "Yea! You have a whole human inside of you! That's weird!" He laughed, resting his hand on yours "You put it there, Su-bong!" You argued, you swore sometimes you got with a completely dumbass.

"Y/n..If you'll let me...I wanna be there..I don't want to be like my dad" He frowned, squeezing your hand gently "Please?" He begged "I know I fucked up bad, but, I want to try again, please" He continued, you glared at him for a moment before sighing "How can I trust you? And you'll have to get clean, for real clean, not how you're usually clean" You added on, you just watched as he nodded his head, no faces or complaints "You're actually serious aren't you?..." you asked sweetly "I want to be a good person for you, y/n, please" He whispered, pressing his lips to your knuckles "I guess..but you only get one chance" You offered, he just nodded before flopping himself next to you "Thank you!" He cheered pressing multiple kisses all over your face as he chanted his thank you's, not realizing the next 18-19 years were going to be hell for the both of you.

The rest of the games, Thanos was always on you, making sure you didn't over do yourself or risk hurting yourself or your baby, charming you right back into his arms.

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[auroralwriting]

jealousy, jealousy

bucky barnes x avenger!reader (no use of y/n)

bucky hates when his girl has to flirt with the enemy

word count: 1.5k | warnings: none

The whole idea of it was absolutely, utterly stupid.

Zemo was obsessed with you, that much was obvious when he couldn't leave your name out of his mouth during the whole Sokovia Accords issue. Now, he was up to no good once more after escaping prison, leaving the Avengers no choice but to find out what he was up to.

The only problem? He refused to speak. Well, he refused to speak unless it was with you.

Bucky felt rage creep up his whole body when Steve explained what you had to do. You had to actually pretend to be interested in every single word Zemo said, meaning even if he flirted, you had to just take it. Apparently, this genius idea was Tony's, and the rest of the team had agreed to it, meaning Bucky's opinion was next to worthless, especially when you already agreed.

He trusted you with every ounce of his being, and he knew you wouldn't do it if you couldn't handle it, but he hate the fact that Zemo was probably going to flirt your ear off. You were Bucky's girl, his doll, his special girl, his everything, not Zemo's.

Nonetheless, Bucly had to hold his tongue and silently nod as Steve explained.

"What're you thinking, Buck?" Steve asked, noticing Bucky's silent deminor.

"I'm thinking about how many ways I could murder Zemo," Bucky commented, eyes darkening.

Steve sighed, placing a hand on Bucky's shoulder, "Bucky, she said she could do this."

"It's not her I don't trust, Steve. Imagine your girl getting hit on and you couldn't do jack shit to stop it. How would you feel then?" Bucky seethed, taking a deep breath in. "Sorry, that was hostile."

With a shake of his head, Steve's eyebrows furrowed. "I understand, Bucky. But we have to get to the bottom of Zemo's plan, and he won't talk unless its to her."

The whole team sat in silence, now gathered in the meeting room. The only noise was the whirl of the fan above their heads as they watched the live footage of you standing in front of Zemo's cell.

"Zemo," You said, crossing your arms. "Being stubborn as always, I hear."

A crooked smile formed on the man's face as he leaned his head on the bars, as close to you as he could get. "Darling, I just did not wish to speak to such insolent people such as the Avengers," Zemo scowled as he spoke. "But a dove as sweet as you? How could I pass?"

Bucky felt his fists clench tightly as he watched the interaction. God, he just wanted to deck this guy straight in the nose. Ever since the Sokovian first went on the run, he always seemed to make some time mid-battle to try and make some small talk with you. It annoyed not only Bucky, but everyone. No one talks that much during a fight. However, now that he was captured, it was the perfect time to use his infatuation of you to the team's advantage.

"Tell me, what do you have planned with those," You paused, grabbing your file and flipping through the loose pages, "Ah, 'weapons of double mass extinction' as you so delicately put it."

Zemo laughed, "Extinction is not my end goal if that is what you are asking my dove."

"It wasn't," You added as Zemo continued.

"However, I am just so excited to reveal what they will be used for." He smiled. Your brow shot up, waiting for his answer. "But seeing it will be the best reveal of all."

Sam sighed, watching this all carry on from where the team was still sat. "He's just gonna play games with her."

"She's smarter than you'd think, give her a chance." Natasha said, "I'd know, I trained her."

Tony stood up, "I don't like this, I'm ending it."

Bucky held up his hand, nodding. "For once, I gotta agree with Stark. I want my girl out of his sight."

Quickly, Steve stood up, "This is our only chance to find out what Zemo has planned. He won't lay a finger on her. Is it uncomfortable? Of course it is, none of us enjoy watching him flirt with her, but it'll work." Tony sat down as Bucky grumbled, all eyes falling back to the screen that showed you now closer to Zemo's bars.

"Would your wife really enjoy knowing you're flirting with me?" You slightly taunted, wanting to push his buttons.

"My wife is dead, but you already know of this." Zemo replied.

With a knowing nod, you pursed your lips, "She was Sokovian too, yeah?"

"We were all from Sokovia, my wife and son, as well as myself." Zemo answered.

"Born and raised?" You continued. Zemo gave a nod as you thought for a moment with a hum, "Were you there when Ultron attacked?"

Zemo nodded, "Yes. That is when my family was murdered."

"I'm sorry," You honestly replied. "Does it still bother you? Not your dead family, but the Sokovia thing. You know, the floating?"

A quick glance of the situation, and it would've looked like you were now just chatting with the enemy, but you held down a smirk as Zemo replied. "Of course I am. That was my home."

"New York could be your home now," You offered. "Turn yourself in and we can get you transferred here."

Zemo laughed, "I would not wish to be here after what will happen."

Boom. You looked up to the camera, "You all got that?" You asked the camera, knowing your team was watching. You grabbed your file, standing up. "Thank you for your time, Zemo. This was very informative." You grabbed your comm and pushed it down, "Stand-by. Send Stark-Bots to check perimeters of the state. Zemo's planning on making us levitate like Sokovia."

Face pale, Zemo stood up, yelling incoherent words that fell upon your deaf ears as you left the room. Bucky, who had seen it all, was already waiting for you outside. He was quick to grab you and hold you tight to his chest.

"I'm okay, Buck," You smiled, voice muffled from your face being pushed against his strong body.

Bucky shook his head, "I know, I just don't want you near that freak again."

You couldn't help but laugh at his words as you pulled away enough to give him a kiss. "You jealous of Zemo?"

"You played into it," Bucky muttered.

"It was all fake, love." You replied. "You know I'm your girl."

Bucky couldn't help but smirk, "Damn right you are." He turned to the door that lead to Zemo's cell. "You hear that? She's my damn girl!"

You couldn't help but feel your heart thump at Bucky's words. He was always so damn hot when he was jealous. "C'mon, show your girl how much you love her." You teased, Bucky's eyes falling on you once more. He was quick to grab your waist with his metal arm, pulling you in as his other hand rested on the back of your neck, pushing your face against his as his lips locked with yours, a tight, sloppy kiss ensuing in the middle of the hall.

"I'm never letting you do that again." Bucky muttered, pulling away to speak. His breath was hot on your cheek as he spoke. He pulled you into another wet kiss as a soft ahem came from behind you both.

"This is not a room, but I'm sure your horny asses could find one."

Bucky groaned as he turned around, "Do you have to ruin every moment?" He asked Sam who stood smugly.

He put his hands in the air, "I just wanted to congratulate Nat's best student on her great work. Especially the one where she made her soldier get all jealous"

"Thank you, Sam," You smiled, a light blush on your face.

Bucky took a pen out of his pocket and threw it at Sam, "Get outta here, man!"

"Alright, alright! No need for hostility." Sam defended as he walked away.

As Sam left, you gave a knowing smile at Bucky. "So jealous over my mission, huh?"

Bucky scoffed, feeling embarrassment creep in his chest, "I wasn't jealous."

"I think you were," You argued. "Over Zemo of all peopke."

"Only I can talk to you that way," Bucky said, voice nearly a whine. "You're all mine, not his or anyone else's, and he knows it."

You smiled, giving Bucky a kiss on the cheek, "And that's probably why he loves doing it so much. You know he's got a thing against super soldiers. He's gonna do anything to get under your skin."

"And he chose the worst way to do it," Bucky muttered as you pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

Bucky looked at you with a goofy smile, pulling back. "C'mon, doll. We still got some work to do cleaning up Zemo's mess."

"Someone's feeling better," You teased as you both began to walk. "You'd better show me some more of that jealousy later," You suggested.

"Oh, I will," Bucky smiled. "You bet your fine ass I will."

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

No One Else

This idea came to me whilst I was lying on my bed so here you Bucky fans go! You're welcome! Reader has fire powers in this fic and it's set in an AU where Bucky lives in the Avengers Tower + goes on missions with them.

Summary: Your marriage proposal to Bucky doesn't quite go how you expected it to...

"Can't believe we're actually doing Operation: Rescue the Genius Billionaire." You twirl the knife in your hand, sliding it into its sheath as you stand up, stretching.

"You're the one who volunteered for it. And then proceeded to volunteer me," Bucky snorts, double checking his rifle. "You only have yourself to blame for this."

"Hey, this means we'll probably get to share his black card. Think of all the expensive things we could buy!" You laugh. "Or at least I hope we'll be able to."

"Did you just sign us up for a dangerous mission with no guaranteed reward?" Bucky shakes his head, ruffling your hair. "If either of us die on this mission I'm blaming you."

"Good thing we're both pretty hard to kill." You flash him a grin, moving to the door of the plane. It's almost at your destination and adrenaline is coursing through your veins. Blue flames flicker at your fingertips, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice. You can't recall the last time you felt this excited to go on a mission, maybe it's the fact that you've been partnered up with your favourite super soldier after what feels like forever, maybe it's the fact that Tony is going to owe you a big favour after this, or maybe it's the thrill of the fight to come.

"Fortunately." Bucky hums, walking over to stand next to you. "The amount of stupidity you bring along on missions would've killed a normal person at least a hundred times over."

"Hey I'm blaming the influence a certain idiot has on me. You know, the idiot currently standing in the same plane as me because he couldn't turn me down." You feel Bucky place his hand on your back, patting you a few times before adding a little more force as the door opens and sends you flying out of the plane. Thousands of feet in the air without a parachute. This bastard.

A long string of swear words flow from your lips, spoken in every language you can think of and you swear Bucky is laughing from up inside the plane. You can picture it clearly, his lips quirking upwards, the mirth in his ice blue eyes, the pat on the back he definitely gave himself before diving out of the plane.

Oh.

You twist your body so that you face upwards just in time to see a figure diving towards you. More curses spill forth as said figure wraps his arms around you, grinning as if the both of you aren't falling through the air with no parachute in sight.

"You know you're not that light, right?" You grunt, resisting the urge to bite him.

"Pure muscle and a metal arm, doll." He flashes you a smirk as you try to pry the super soldier off you to no avail.

"If we both go splat on the ground it's your fault."

"Then you're just going to have to ensure that doesn't happen, doll. I'm counting on you." You hate it when he says those four words. It always makes you fold and he knows it.

"You — You're going to be the death of me someday," you scowl. He only laughs, brown hair fluttering in the wind as you both plummet towards the ground and you feel your chest grow strangely warm. Your heart pounds against the ribs that cage it, stomach flipping when his eyes meet yours, his gaze soft and carefree. "Don't regret relying on me."

"Do I ever?" His thumb brushes over your skin, electricity crackling at the contact and you nearly lose concentration. You swallow, pushing his face away and he laughs again, the sound a beautiful melody to your ears. Shoving your bubbling feelings down, you focus on your descent towards the ground that is coming up to meet you rather fast.

"Hang on tight!" Gathering the flames within you, you push them outwards via your feet and shoot towards the warehouse where Tony is being kept, adrenaline causing your lips to curl upwards into a maniacal grin. Blue flames roar around the both of you, under your firm control and devour the roof of the warehouse before it can even touch either of you.

"Look who finally decided to show up." Tony smirks, watching you and Bucky land in a fiery blaze next to him. "And with such a fiery entrance too, what a show-off."

"You're welcome." You roll your eyes, meeting Bucky's gaze. He nods, and you conjure a ring of flames around the three of you, pushing it outwards as he lunges at the nearest kidnapper. A quick flick of the wrist from you burns through the ropes holding Tony hostage and you turn your attention to the fight happening in front of you.

Dodging the swing of an electrified baton, you slam your foot into your attacker's chest, sending him stumbling backwards. Fire daggers follow suit, flying in his direction and he slams into the wall, slumping to the floor. Whirling around, you fire a blast of flame at someone who was trying to ambush Bucky from behind and throw up a flame wall to give the super soldier a moment of respite. He shoots you a glance and gives a signal before jumping through the blue wall of fire, unloading his rifle's magazine into the unfortunate souls in front of him. A quick reload later he spins around, taking aim and fires another barrage but this time around his bullets are reinforced by your flames, piercing through the air at a startling speed and hitting their targets.

It doesn't take long for the kidnappers to fall to the combined might of you and the Winter Soldier. Before long there's only three beings left standing in the warehouse — you, Bucky and Tony.

"Go team," Tony cheers sarcastically, clapping as he makes his way over. "Didn't expect either of you, really."

"You're welcome. Now as for payment, I'll take your black card for at least one week with no spending limit —" You're cut off as Bucky shoves you aside.

"Ignore the idiot. A helicopter is on its way to pick us up, it'll be here in fifteen." Bucky ignores the punches you're landing on his right shoulder and ruffles your hair.

"I'm the idiot? When you jumped out of the plane without a parachute?" You yelp, dodging his attempts to further mess up your hair.

"I knew you'd catch me. That's called trust, not idiocy."

"It's called idiocy when you dive straight at me in midair!"

"I knew you'd be able to create an entrance into the warehouse, I simply tagged along so we'd get here faster."

"We could have died if I couldn't conjure enough flame to send us both flying here!"

"But we didn't."

"That doesn't mean you're not an idiot! It just means I'm powerful enough, you idiot!"

"Maybe the idiocy is contagious. I think you've spread it to me, doll." He laughs, leaning out of the way of your punch. "We can be idiots together!"

"I'm not an idiot!" You tackle him to the ground which only causes him to laugh harder. He effortlessly blocks your fists, ice blue eyes twinkling with mirth before flipping you over, trapping you underneath his bulk.

"Don't worry doll, being an idiot isn't always a bad thing —"

"Get off me you oaf!" You howl.

Tony sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "The two of you argue like a married couple, just get married already and spare the rest of us."

Bucky blinks, staring at Tony while you push him off you, climbing to your feet.

"Yeah so when are we getting married?" You run your fingers through your hair, stretching. He stares at you blankly, mouth opening and closing. You see his throat bob, his metal fist clenching and unclenching — his usual signs of nervousness and feel your heart plummet. He doesn't say anything, not a single word falls from his snarky tongue. Your attention quickly shifts to the helicopter that has arrived just in time to prevent a lengthy period of awkward silence but the ride back to the Avengers Tower is filled with tension that makes even Tony uncomfortable.

Once the helicopter lands, Bucky doesn't even try to help you down. He simple leaves, walking straight to his room and locks the door without speaking a single word to you. You watch as he leaves, barely hearing Tony's passing apology through the ringing in your ears and feel a pit growing in your stomach.

Is this it? After all that time spent cultivating this relationship with Bucky that you love and cherish, this is how it ends?

After taking a much needed shower, you collapse onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling. Did you overstep? Had you read your relationship wrong? Curling underneath your blanket, you swallow the tears that threaten to spill over, fingernails digging into the flesh of your palm. You want nothing more than to take it all back, to preserve your relationship with Bucky. It brought you so much joy, happiness, even if sometimes you didn't act like it did. You had cherished all the time spent with him, whether it was fooling around or going on missions, the only thing that mattered was the fact that you had someone to tease, banter with, be yourself with.

"Y/N?" A voice sounds from outside your room door. Bucky. "May I come in?"

You pause, gripping the sheets. Your heart thunders, anxiety gnawing away at you but your hand finds its way to the door handle and pulls the door open anyways. The brunette shifts anxiously then pulls out a box of your favourite snacks, offering it to you.

"A peace offering?" He bites his lip, gaze flicking to everywhere but you.

"Sure." The word clogs up your throat and you take the box, stepping to the side to let him in. Closing the door behind you, you gesture to the bed. "You can take a seat there."

He nods, taking his usual spot on your bed and you take your seat next to him. He plays with the hem of his shirt, Adam's apple bobbing and exhales sharply. "Did you mean it? When you asked when we were getting married?"

You blink, mouth opening and closing before giving a nod. "I did."

The words come out as a whisper, your chest constricting and tears begin to blur your vision. "I'm sorry I —"

"No, you didn't do anything wrong." Bucky reaches over, taking your hand in his. "It's just…are you sure about it? I'm not someone you should be stuck with for the rest of your life. You deserve someone better, someone who can give you the life you deserve, the family you seek. I can't give you any of that."

"So who do you think can?" You squeeze his hand, looking him in the eye. "Tony? Steve?"

"Tony would be a pretty good choice. He's handsome, rich, can take care of you —"

"Yeah sure Tony is handsome. But he's not the one I call handsome, is he?" You lean in. "You're the one I call handsome."

"That — that's because —" His cheeks redden and he looks away, embarrassed.

"You're the one I want, not Tony, not Steve, not anyone else. I know what I'm getting into, proposing to you but I want this. I've never been more sure of anything in my life, I know I want you in my life forever, to be by my side forever, to intertwine my fate with yours and be yours as much as you are mine. I know the burdens you carry, you know the burdens I carry, and I'm willing to help you shoulder yours, if you will let me." You gently turn his face towards you, earnestly looking into his ice blue eyes. He locks gazes with you and you see the tears that have started to form.

"Will you?"

He blinks and tears start to flow down his cheeks. You simply continue to hold onto his hand and feel him squeeze yours.

"If you will have me."

You beam, pulling him in for a kiss that he returns with a hungry desperation and feel his metal arm wrap around you.

"Of course I will," you whisper breathlessly, breaking the kiss for air. "I love you, James."

"I love you too, Y/N." He cups your cheek with both hands, metal and flesh thumb brushing over your skin then presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

"This wasn't how I expected my proposal to go, really. I had something way better planned out but Tony had to just go and ruin it." You chuckle softly and he smiles.

"You can propose to me again, doll. I don't mind."

"I'd quite like to get married, thank you very much handsome." You boop him on the nose, laughing at the way he wrinkles it immediately.

"So, Tony's black card?" He queries, ruffling your hair.

"Of course. We're going to put the wedding tab on him, on top of a few other valuable items as payment for rescuing him. He can't say no, not after he told us to get married." You grin, swatting his hand away before your hair can get messed up even further. "I can't wait to choose all the most expensive options."

Bucky huffs in amusement, catching your hand and presses a kiss to your palm. "I can't wait to get married to you. You're the only one for me, no one else."

"You're the only one for me," you echo, smiling. "No one else."

[missmarveledsblog]

FLUMPY PART 4 ( JAKE SERESIN X READER)

SUMMARY: now at home while the guys navigate to looking after her in her recovery while she navigates  her feelings to her new friend and now roommate since he was staying in the spare room to begin  while also learning to  get used to her new temporary life  not being able to do much .  

warning : adding the roommate trope  to the list , the two get closer more flirty this chapter, we're getting there promise . mention of injuries , mutual pining , idiot in love  flirty tension.  little angst  but more of  goofy part to be honest . reader is in wheelchair after the accident but not permanently .

Once again the men left , some to get food while went, hangman and rooster wanted to stay it was new to see him like that and had her head reeling .

" so what weren't you telling me that little head thinking about " sarah asked .

" caught that huh" .

" caught the goo goo eyes at the tall blonde too" she winked .

" oh jake hang man i caught that too " maria simpson giggled .

" we've notice it even when she said she couldn't stand him" penny laughed .

" he beat up a dude twice for her ... dont tell your husband" nat gulp looking at maria .

" lips are seal wow how romantic" .

" yeah it was kinda bad ass .. don't tell hangman" she looked at y/n .

" wait he's the other one that requested leave to help her too" maria asked.

" does your husband tend to gossip like a high schooler this much" y/n asked shocked.

" only when it matters" she smirked .

" well i approve and i know your mom , tom , nick and carol would too" sarah smiled warmly .

"oh carol would be setting them up" penny nodded .

" oh honey whats wrong" they asked hearing a little cry .

" i miss them all so much" she sniffled starting to feel a little loopy too

. " they're here in spirit" penny kissed her head as sarah wiped her tears .

" i know but still" she cried harder.

" oh shit we broke her" nat joked. "Don't make me laugh it hurts" she sniffled .

" hey what's wrong darling" jake rushed to her side as the women shared smiles.

" i want my dead people back" she cried .

" what" rooster snorted .

" your mom, her mom , your dad and her husband " nat explained as they tried to not laugh.

" sorry it's not funny" sarah shook her head before they start laughing again .

" she get her meds" rooster asked.

" half an hour ago" penny wiped her eyes crying from laughing so much .

" explains it" jake smiled down helping her get comfortable .

" come on we let her settle,get coffee" nat herded them out the room including bradley.

" jake anyone ever tell you that your like a real life ken doll and g.i joe rolled into" she asked slightly dopey smile on her face.

" think you did couple times darling" he smirked .

" darling ugh i love that" she copied his accent .

" ok go sleep you" he laughed .

" so pretty i ever tell you , your pretty" she asked. " nope you did not unless pretty annoying counts" . " so pretty handsome pretty" she said dosing off . " think your beautiful darling" he whispered. "AWHH" he turned to see them all standing there . " not a word of this" he rolled his eyes.

Two week she was in hospital , she'd met the good samaritan charlie and his wife them giving her their number and address to keep in touch which she promised she would . Cops also visiting her taking her statement and let her know they caught the man who apparently was also drunk when he hit her only reason they knew was he crashed into a wall after a car chase that day and also was unharmed which she felt was like a kick in the gut since she was still in hospital and it was going to take at least ten more week of recovery also physiotherapy. But she was going home she sat as the beautiful nurse ruby went over after care as her dad , bradley and jake listened intently although the nurse gaze lingered on bradshaw the longest . when she finished she had her number over to the man incase he has more question .

" go roo" she cheered.

" you missy keep in touch too , i wasn't lying when i said you were my favourite patient although i will say my fellow nurses will miss the eye candy" she giggle as she hugged y/n .

" don't worry can't get rid of me but i will send some beach shots " she winked .

" sweetheart you little perv" jake laughed .

" hey what nurse ruby wants she gets after her excellent care" .

" don't be a stranger but also don't end up in here either" again her eyes lingered on rooster before she left.

" ok lets go push me i may be free but i'm not fully mobile yet" she cheered .

" you sure your in a rush darling we're riding in the bronco" jake asked.

" hey leave my baby along bagman" he gasped.

" it's not a bike but it will do" she sighed itching to get moving .

" i'm buying you a car any car you want princess" mav joked although she could sense the seriousness to it too .

" i guess these are only wheels i need for now huh" she looked down at the wheelchair.

" well then lets get rocking and rolling hot wheels" . " jesus christ bradley" the other two men hissed as her and roo laughed their ass off out the room .

Pulling up to her drive way was exciting , seeing the dagger squad standing a make shift sign in their hands along with penny and amelia. " hey where the ramp come from" her head tilted .

" bob got it , it's only temp one" rooster got out the car to get her only jake got their first.

" i gotcha" he smiled lifting her out of the car and into the chair.

hey look my new wheels" she said .

" oh your home finally" nat bounced towards her taking the chair from hangman and pushing her to the house.

" i mean i glad to be out of there but i think we might see a face around if someone grows a pair that is" she called back words targeted bradley.

" not only one who should grow a pair" he smirked at jake who glared at him . he was happy she didn't hear it or see how red his cheeks were.

The house was sparkling , looking around to see they cleaned it from top to bottom that was till her eyes stopped on the helmet that sat scratched , broken and in rough shape on coffee table .

" shit bob i told you hide that" .

" is it here?" she asked looking around at the pained faces.

" the garage when your ready" rooster crouched down to her level. " i wanna see it".

" no come on just enjoy being home pretty girl it can wait" .

" either someone brings me or i bring myself i wanna see it" she snapped .

" come on i wanna see it too" mav sighed.

" mav no she not.." .

" i got her" he said knowing she wasn't gonna give up . she was quiet as he wheeled her to the garage opening the door he but stopping turning to her.

" you sure?" and yet the words wouldn't come from her mouth so she nodded. He opened the door and closed it once they were inside he almost moved in slow motion walking over and pulling the sheet back . a gasp escaped her lips taking in the wreckage , lucky was an understatement as she looked at the completely destroyed machine. The way part hung off or the metal bent and scratched beyond repair but it in perspective of how close to never seeing her loved ones again. Her lip trembling and the sobs broke free , gut wrenching cries that made her dad snap out of his shock state and cover the bike before his arms wrapped around his daughter.

i got you sweet girl , daddy's got you" he repeated his own emotions getting best of him.

" get rid of it please daddy get rid of it" she hiccuped through the sobs that echoed through the room pleading like when she was little afraid of the monster in her closet or under the bed , she didn't care the other would hear them . " get rid of it" she begged.

" i will sweet girl lets get you into the house" he wiped his own face before the door that connected from house opened .

"i got her chair" rooster said not daring to look at the sheet it was evident on his face he was crying , they all were not a dry eye in the house when she looked around the room .

" i ruined the mood" she sniffled. " damn dust" rooster said swatting around them making her laugh only for the others to copy . " ok dustbusters lunch time" nat rolled her own teary eyes .

The mood restored as they ate food , she listened and laughed as they explained the trial and errors of setting her ramp up .

" cyclone said it was easy" bob held his hand up in defence .

" it was once we got the hang of it" fanboy fell over he was laughing so hard.

" wanna play on it later really test it out " .

" not in my chair you giants will break it"she yawned.

" she looks tired" nat face looked her over.

" med time too" bradley checked his watch.

" but i was having fun" she whined.

" we'll be back tomorrow hotstuff" nat winked.

" come on" jake lift her up and out of the room as she called good bye to others. " jesus in that much of a rush to get me to bed" she asked still waving at her friends leaving

. " know me too well sweet heart" he chuckled . she couldn't help miss her room and her bed but something was very different .

" why is there a baby monitor on my bed side table " her head tilt looking at the machine confused.

" chicken got them incase you need him during the night" .

" ooh that is clever.. Don't tell him i said that" she giggled.

" too late pretty girl wanna say it again only this time i can record it keep it with me for ever" he chuckled walking in pills in one hand and water bottle in the other .

" bagman do the honours i'm going to text ruby think i'm forgetting something" he said handing over them over .

" forgot my ass he misses the pretty nurse" jake handed her them as she laughed and groaned . " i miss being able to laugh with out pain" she pouted .

" they should help for now with that" jake smiled holding the bottle for her and she drank it back .

" can you sit with me til i sleep i kinda got use to it in the hospital" . " course i will sweetheart" .

He should of left an hour ago but yet he couldn't every little sound he was checking if she was ok .

" bagman the spare room is made up for you over" roosters voice called through the monitor.

" their not walkie talkies man , i'll head in now thanks.... Over" he chuckled giving her one more check before .

" goodnight darling" he whisper leaning down to kiss her head.

" awwhh cutie over" .

" creep" he shook his head walking out the door only to open door to spare room and rooster standing there.

" i figure you wanted them tonight , night lover boy" rooster patted his back heading to his own room .

" night bird brain " he rolled his eyes . " your good friend" he added closing the door . routinely he checked on her during the night from her to her injuries making sure the dressing were clean and she wasn't in pain then he went to sleep .

"Roo i need help" she whined sending him to his feet and into her room not caring he was in just his underwear.

" what's wrong , where hurts?" he began checking her over as she was completely taking off guard of half naked man in her room .

" where's roo" she asked forcing her eyes to his face .

" sleep what ya need, i can do it" he asked softly. " i need to pee" she whispered.

" i'll get rooster" he laughed heading out the room as it appeared both men decided to forgo clothes to be . wordlessly rooster lifted her half a sleep and to the toilet and back before some from of grunt and back to bed.

" oddly more efficient and less annoying half asleep" she giggled. " also why you here" she asked still trying to keep her eyes on his face although she did let them flicker .

" well i'm taking your spare room while you recover so get used to me being around" he shrugged trying to come off as confident but honestly he was a little nervous.

" he put the monitors in your room huh?" she asked seeing how nice her ceiling suddenly was .

" yeah i don't mind even if you snore like a hornet either" he teased .

" i do not snore like a super hornet , more like a kitten" she mused although her cheek felt on fire at possibility of her snoring in his ear though a monitor.

" no kitten don't shake the walls" he teased .

" that's clearly roo" she rolled her eyes .

" go sleep i'll wait til you are snoring" he wink loving the sound of her laugh or the little blush on her cheeks .

" no go before ROO's snoring keeps you awake night jake" she yawned. " night darling" he laughed heading to his temporary room .

" i ain't saying it man just pretend you didn't hear it , she enough on her problem without mine" she awoke to jake's voice as sun peaking in the curtains . it only felt like she closed her eyes and yet it was now morning .

" come on man just tell her she can help" .

" help with what why are you fighting this early" she groaned as they walked in fully clothed this time.

" jake needs help with something" rooster help her sit up although she wasn't fully awake and still groggy from her meds .

" it's nothing sweetheart ignore him" jake held the tray with her breakfast .

" ok you two are yelling and waking me up so tell me and give me real coffee" she yawned.

" he need a place to stay and won't ask" rooster spoke up .

" ok take spare room , coffee now" she grumbled .

"your using it anyways so just go with guys later to get your stuff while nat bathes me now bitches stop and coffee me " she said.

" told you" rooster stuck his time out. " coffee" she whined .

"shit sorry , you sure" he asked waiting til she drank it.

" yeah you'll be staying while i recover so why not just same as roo for rent and help towards bills and groceries" she said happier after her coffee.

" sorry for waking you pretty girl" bradley finally said. " nah its ok it's only ... 11 am what the hell" she wanted to rub her eyes but couldn't hole lack of mobility was killing her dramatic flare.

" thanks sweetheart" jake smiled. "Yeah next time don't be all bashful i maybe broken but i can still be useful ... can someone wipe my eyes" she asked sweetly.

she sat now cleaned on her bed at first the thought of being bathed at home well honestly was weird and yet funny as they wrapped the casts in plastic bags . " that was so good thank you feels nice to be clean and home" she sighed happily sitting on her bed as nat dried her hair.

" no problem although i didn't expect to come and find jake was moving in this morning you move quick"she laughed.

" not like that although he came into my room in just his boxer i think i died a little although so did roo not the same affect i mean think that cause he's my big brother in a way" she laughed.

" so half naked nurses " she giggled.

" i mean can't complain i don't think anyone would nat i could die with the hotness" she sighed dramatically.

" shh that's the front door" she laughed.

" new rule no shirts allowed" she yelled out . "your father is here perv" rooster yelled back.

" that's medication dad" she winced.

" i'll pretend i didn't hear it" he chuckled.

" do we take out shirts of or not" .

"keep your clothes on fanboy" the two girl burst into tear of laughter.

" hey was worth a shot" she snorted only for nat to hit the floor and guys rushing out.

" oh it's just phoenix" bradley said relieved .

" here let me help you up" mav held his hand out.

" love you too bradshaw" she snickered.

" what has gotten into you two" .

"we were watching magic mike" nat lied easily.

" got my own show of it last night" she whispered .

" i didn't heard that either" her dad walked out.

" what she say" .

" NOTHING" .

Monday came as she and bradley called their goodbye to jake eating their breakfast in her bed starting their morning at home . they watched countless hours of trash tv to the point they were taking score of the lie detector and paternity test result what was unexpected was how good rooster was at calling it .

" HAHA he fail i said it" she cheered .

" ok you won this times but i got the rest right pretty girl i know my trash tv".

" ok that's sad roo , this is sad" she looked at what they were doing .

" want to watch a movie or we could take you on a spin around the block .

" fresh air would be nice but i need to get dressed" she said sadly.

" and i've changed you drunk a lot in the past " he shrugged.

" i don't have a bra on" .

" i'll close my eyes pretty pst i got this" he smiled confidently.

He didn't have it not even close to it first he got it stuck before he put it on her head , then it got stuck on her arm which when he tried it hurt her so he had to look which was awkward as hell for both of them .

" we don't speak of it" she said as he wheeled her out the room .

" speak of what now" jake walked in the front door.

" i saw her boobs" bradley shuddered.

" that's not speaking of it and there not bad don't shake like that" .

" what me to show you mine make it even" he joked.

" no i seen them enough" she shuddered.

" see you did it too" he laughed.

" ok kids what are you doing" jake asked.

" oh walk around the block hot wheels here has cabin fever" bradley explained .

"scar face is right i can't take anymore paternity test and lie detectors" she pouted.

" you wanna take her i'll get lunch started" bradley asked .

" yeah sure i'm finished for day anyways" jake threw his bag down and took her chair.

" you can't cook , he gonna burn the house down" she yelled .

" i seen your boobies" he called making her shut up instantly.

" next time you play magic mike sweet heart give me heads up" jake teased .

" hard to magic mike it when you can barely move one arm and not move the other" she rolled her eyes.

Fresh air was so needed , seeing the birds in the sky or bees in the flower . even just feeling the slight breeze in her hair it was magical . little thing she missed being stuck at home or in the hospital . she missed work to itching to get back to being in the hanger, she loved her job and it suck not being about to do what she loved.

" what going on that pretty head of yours" jake asked instantly taking her attention funny she well not hated but didn't like him and now she looked forward to seeing him .

" pretty careful might think you don't hate me" she joked.

" never did wise ass" he laughed.

" fair anyways this all of it being out and enjoying the world instead of watching it out the window" she took as deep breathe letting it fill her lungs.

" you'll be running around in no time darling back to the hike least this time you won't ignore me" he chuckled.

" yeah i was an ass" she shook her head slightly guilty of her behaviour .

" nah i deserved it i was the ass" he said softer.

" we are both asses you can be left cheek and ill be right since it's my good side". " plus hard too ignore you ... being the account of you being so blonde i mean" she backtracked .

" hmm i don't think that's what you meant sweet heart do explain" he came closer she could feel his breathe on the back of her neck .

" i'm medicated don't let it go to your head bagman" she narrowed her eyes at him .

" nuh uh none of that i like my name coming from those pretty lips" he didn't know how it turned this way but he was enjoying the flirty tone.

" hey i'm broken you don't need to flirt cause you feel bad" she fake sniffled .

" ain't flirting cause your broken ..." .

" oh y/n your home bradley never said" an elderly woman came over to the two.

" hey mrs wilson i sure am" she smiled at her old neighbour .

" how are you doing dear" she gave a pity filled smile. " oh well intact sort of but i'm here" .

" who is this fine young man" she cooed batting her lashes.

" jake seresin ma'am nice to meet you" he shook her hand and y/n though the woman was melt on spot because she was same lately.

" jake actually new room mate naval aviator like roo not young though" she giggled . " but fine huh" he whispered in her ear making her gulp.

" oh she is very red maybe bring her in out of the sun" the woman worriedly checked her over.

" oh god kill me ... i mean i'm fine i'm fine" her voice went all pitchy only adding to the flush .

" best be going" jake held the laugh in .

" i'm medicated" she hissed.

" hey pretty girl med time come on" rooster called from their porch.

"oh kill me now."

PART 5

taglist : @harrysgothicbitch , @djs8891

[darkelin]

Sharing is Caring

Logan Howlett x reader x Victor Creed

Summary: you are feeling insecure about yourself and your lovers are going to show you that you are perfect just the way you are, MDNI

Warnings: 18+, smut, double-penetration, anal & vaginal, oral sex, consent, praising & aftercare.

authors note: Hi! This is my first ever fanfic, I was very inspired by @loganbcrnes one shot Gym Fever, reader is a mutant, I hope you guys like it.

readers body type is AFAB but you can view it as another if it makes you more comfortable :D enjoy!

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It's midnight and you are sitting in the balcony of your shared apartment, feeling insecure you sit there and ask yourself "Do I really deserve them? There could be someone better for them, what if I'm too fat/skinny"

What you didn't know was that your two lovers where standing right behind you, Victor was leaning against the balcony's door frame and Logan was just standing there with his arms crossed, they where baffled by your commentaries about yourself

"What if-" you where cut-off by an annoyed Logan picking you up from where you sat, you squeak from the sudden event your eyes widen in surprise and horror wen you see your lovers looking at you annoyed "H-how long have you guys been t-there" you asked, Logan is first to speak "Long enough to hear how insecure you are about yourself Y/N" that "Y/N" was enough to send chills down your spine "What should we do with her?~" asked Victor "I guess we are going to have to show her just how perfect she is~" said Logan as he started to walk inside carrying you in bridal style, Victor closed the balcony door and followed inside

You started to feel a knot in your stomach so you asked "What are you guys going to do?" Logan just chuckled and Victor answered "Didn't he already told you, we are going to show you how perfect you are"

You notice that they're heading to your shared bedroom, Victor opens the door and let's you two go in then he closes it Logan drops you off heading towards the dresser looking for something, Victor grabs you by the waist to pull you into a kiss "Found it~" said Logan as the large man broke the kiss for you to breathe, you tilt your head to look at the second large man moving towards you two with a short black thight revealing dress in hand and condom's in the other

They could see you confused to why he would bring such things "you are going to wear it for us, easy right?" said Victor as he pushed you towards Logan who was giving you the dress

After he gave it to you they both went to the bed and sat on the edge waiting for you to change, you where just standing there dress at hands

"What are you waiting for?" said Victor taking of his jacket and shirt Logan doing the same, you blush at the view of the two large men sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed (insert nosebleed)

"You guys want me to change right here?!" Victor just laughed at your question "well of course doll~" answered Logan, you blushed even more looking like a tomato you started to take off your current outfit feeling a little awkward you where about to put on the dress when Logan interrupted "No bra" he said "But-" "No but's doll" you where cut-off "Fine.." you say, you put on the dress feeling self-conscious about how you look you try to cover yourself with your hands but you are stopped by Victor's firm grip on your hands pulling you closer to them, Logan grabs your ass and Victor kisses your hand "beautiful~" said Logan "And all ours~" added Victor as he extended his nails careful not to cut you he rips the dress, eyes widen from the sudden happening blush appearing of your face you try to cover yourself but Victor's firm grip never left your hands he pulls you down and you drop on your knees breast bouncing from the sudden movement, they both stand up to take off the las bit of clothing

After the awkward undressing your eyes shine in excitement as their large and thick cocks sprang up veins and pre-cum visible, they chuckled at your reaction "Look at you darlin so exited for us~" "She truly is brother, look how she's drooling~" the comment's from the two brothers exited you even more making you wet, "Can I?" you asked yearning to touch and taste your prize "Go ahead~" answered Victor

You started to crawl forward stoping to eye the prize then with one hand you gently grabbed Logan's cock causing it to twitch and you lean in to suck Victor's making him grunt, licking and sucking as you Bob your head you start to jack-off the cock in your right hand pre-cum coating it, Victor caresses you head "look at you, so pretty sucking my cock" drool sliding to your jaw you move your left hand to touch yourself, it did not take long since the view was too much making Logan cum it didn't take much for Victor to cum too, you swallowed it all and parted your lips from his cock making a soft "pop" sound, you suck on your fingers as Logan grabs you by the waist and pulls you to the bed praising how good you treated them then dropping you in the middle of the bed

They weren't done, they were going to show you just how perfect you are

Both got in bed Logan riped your underwear as he got behind and Victor in-front they looked at you waiting for your consent you nod you head "Please.." they both smirked at your needy beg for them putting on the condoms Victor grabbed your leg and lifted it positioning himself Logan doing the same they aline themselves in your holes and start slowly sliding inside of you tears in your eyes from the sting of pain becoming pleasure you start making "ah ah" sounds that flood their brain, heat and lust in the air "Fuck, look at you darlin so perfect taking our cock's so well~" "look at her her perfect breast, plush lips, dreamy eyes, that ass and your body so small compared to ours~" so much praising made you wash up an orgasm your walls clenching around them "Well would you look at that" "Darlin we haven't done much and you already came" the brothers said, Logan starting to touch and caresse your body Victor kissing the leg he's holding

They start moving even faster making you moan louder their movements became sloppy as you came for the second time they felt you walls clench making Logan cum and then Victor both grunting and you moaning, they pulled out of you changing positions Victor moved closer to your face and Logan went to your dripping pussy, Logan changing condoms and Victor just taking it off he started to enter your mouth so you started to suck and slurp making him grunt as Logan started to enter your pussy they started to trust at different uncoordinated paces

"So tight.. so perfect" said Logan as he panted and kept grunting "That's it pretty, just like that" Victor said as he trusted ito your mouth and squeezed your breast, rolling your eyes up you came everything becoming fuzzy, they came you swallowed the cum as their cocks finally became soft they both kissed and praised you, Victor made a bath then grabbed you and carried you into the bathroom putting you on the tub while longan grabbed a pair of his pants and Victor's shirts since you prefer theirs after making love, Victor washed and bathed you knowing that they had tired you out "You did so well for us" said Logan as he entered the bathroom

You managed to smile at them ,"I liked that dress" they laughed and pulled you out the tub dried and dressed you, carrying you to bed where they put you in the middle Victor hugging your right and Logan your left "Thank you guys, I love you both" you managed to say "Your welcome, we love you too Y/N" said Logan, Victor kissed you but you where already asleep they chuckled and headed to sleep too.

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Ohmagawd I really did it, sorry if it was too short and rushed I think I did a good job being my first fanfic but I will learn so I can write better, notes are appreciated and you are perfect just the way you are:)

[sebastianstanisahotmf]

Too many missions

Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

A/N Firstly, this fic idea is from a request from @nicoline1998enilocin to reverse the roles of my fic office sex e.g. reader visits Bucky at work. Secondly, comments, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated and all mistakes are my own so feel free to comment below if you notice any. Also, this fic is gonna have a second part which is just aftercare.

18+ MINORS DNI, FUCK OFF YOU'RE NOT OLD ENOUGH (I WARNED YOU)

Summary Bucky is supposed to be doing his mission reports but ends up doing you instead (lmao that's so fucking cheesy)

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/SITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff , blowjob, unprotected sex (use protection you are not fictional)

Bucky was missing you to say the least. He had been jumping from mission to mission for the past month and hadn’t been able to properly spend time with you. However, he only had to wait one more hour and then he could give you all the attention you could ever need. 

He was filling in the last of the paperwork regarding his latest mission when he heard a knock on his office door. 

“Come in,” he shouted, not lifting his head and continuing to write more notes on the paper. Bucky still hadn’t grasped typing on a computer and still preferred to hand-write things.

You opened the door and slid in trying not to distract Bucky while he was working.

“Hey baby, I just wanted to ask you if you’re ok.” you sat down on the couch that Bucky had in his office.

Bucky turned his head quickly as soon as he heard your voice. His scowl turned into a smile at the sight of you. 

“Hey doll, I missed you.” he said while finishing a sentence before turning on his chair to face you.

You lifted the bag that was in your hand, “I brought some food for you since you’ve been working really hard lately.”

“You’re amazing, doll,” he said, taking the bag out of your hand. “I’m sorry for not being home much S.H.I.E.L.D really needed me recently.” He added with a sad look on his face. 

“It's ok baby, I know it’s not your fault. Anyways you tell me not to worry when the same thing happens to me so you shouldn’t be worrying either.” 

“I know doll, but I just feel bad for neglecting you for so long and I've missed you so much lately.” He took out the food you made him and dug in like a man starved. 

“It’s ok baby. Really. I know that you’re not intentionally going on missions. Also, I kindly spoke to Fury and he said he’s willing to give us both the next 2 months off.” 

“You know doll, I think you’re the only person I know that can intimidate THE Nick fury.” Bucky says smiling.

Bucky finished his food and you took the rubbish off him and threw it in the bin for him. Then, you got up from your seat and walked over to Bucky who was grinning like an idiot. 

“Come here doll, I need to hug you,” he said while holding his arms out to you.

You sat on his lap, facing him. Bucky wrapped one arm around your waist and placed the other at the back of your head, pressing you further into the crook of his neck. You took a deep breath and could smell the familiar scent of Bucky’s cologne. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist and he hummed in content. 

After a few minutes, you started to get restless. You were getting aroused from being so close to Bucky especially since you hadn’t had sex with him in what felt like years. And masterbating wasn’t an option since Bucky’s skills had made you unable to cum unless it was him. 

You squirmed around a bit before stopping when you felt Bucky’s hardness beneath you. You looked up to see Bucky’s eyes almost black with lust. He let out a loud groan when you made eye contact with him.

“Doll, I-I-I need to finish the mission report and t-then we can do anything you want.”

“But daddy. I want you nowww,” you whined. 

“Stop whining like a whore,” Bucky said “I’ll fuck you after I finish the mission reports.” He pushed you off his lap and started to unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. “While i'm doing that, you can put that dirty fuckin’ mouth to use.” he pulled his cock out and started to lazily rub it up and down.

You dropped to your knees and crawled under the desk. Bucky rolled his chair under the desk, right in front of you. 

“All right doll, you know what to do.”

You shuffled closer and replaced Bucky’s hand with yours. You leaned closer and licked a stripe up the underside of his dick, repeating the action again before taking the rounded head into your mouth. This made Bucky let out a loud moan which made you suck harder. Then, you took his member deeper into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat which made you gag. 

“That’s it baby. Such a good girl,” Bucky groaned, stroking your head softly. 

Then, you hear a knock at the door. Bucky looks down at you with a grin on his face and then tells whoever it is to come in. He allows you to take one last deep breath before pushing you down.

 

Steve walked into the room and was oblivious to you with a mouthful of his best friend's cock. 

“Hey Buck, how much longer are you going to be because you need to hand in your mission reports today and it's already 10pm.” 

“I’ve got a f-few more notes to add and then I’m done, punk.” Bucky replied, clenching his fist. 

“Jerk,” Steve responded, as he exited the room. 

Bucky let out a groan as you took him all the way down now that you didn’t have an audience. 

“Doll, I need to be inside you right now,” Bucky said.

He grabbed your hair and pulled you off him before moving back on his chair so that he could pick you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist. He placed you on his desk and started to take his clothes off as you did the same.

 

When you were both naked, Bucky leaned forward to meet your lips in a kiss. It was all teeth and tongue since you haven't been able to be intimate with each other for way too long. You brought a hand up to Bucky’s face and cupped his cheek, a strangely sweet gesture for such a filthy kiss. 

“Daddy, please. I need you inside me. Please,” you begged.

“One second doll,”

Bucky grabbed your hips and pulled you to the edge of the desk. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down your folds. 

“Please daddy! Fuck me!” you whined. 

Bucky just smirked before leaning forwards and pushing his dick inside you with one smooth thrust. He didn’t give you a chance to adjust before violently thrusting into you. All sense of self control had instantly dissipated the second he entered you. 

“Doll, you feel so good. So fuckin’ good” Bucky groaned. 

He put both your legs on his shoulders and leaned forwards. From this position he could reach the deepest parts of you. He reached his hand down and started to rub your swollen clit. 

“Gonna cum, m’ gonna cum,” you shouted, your legs starting to shake. 

“Cum for me doll, come on. Show daddy how good his fat cock is making you feel.” Bucky said.

Your legs had started to shake and Bucky’s thrusts were starting to become sloppy. Your vision had started to blur and you could feel your orgasm crash into you. You let out a pornographic moan and was trying to writhe away from Bucky’s hand which continued to rub your clit and extend your high. 

“Gonna cum in you baby, gonna pump you full of my cum,” Bucky let out a loud moan before stilling and filling you with his seed. 

Bucky leaned back to let your legs fall from his shoulders. He leaned forwards and rested his forehead against your breasts as you ran your fingers through his hair. A few minutes passed and then Bucky pulled away. You whined at the loss of contact. Bucky grabbed the hoodie he was wearing and helped you put it on…..

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💙❤️💜🧡 Peepaw Splinter! Peepaw Splinter! Peepaw Splinter! Peepaw Splinter! :O :O :O :O :O 🧡💜❤️💙

Helloo ~ I added more things, hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡♡

It was supposed to be an easy night in the lair, but things got wild fast. Splinter’s wife had gone out to gather supplies, and that meant the boys had one big task: keep Hana occupied and out of trouble. At four years old, Hana was a force to be reckoned with. She was tiny but packed with curiosity and energy that kept everyone on their toes. No matter what they did to entertain her, she’d get bored eventually and start pushing boundaries just for fun.

“Alright, Hana,” Leo said, taking the lead as always, “we’re gonna play some games and then settle down for the night, okay?”

Hana grinned, nodding, but she was already plotting. After playing dolls with Raph, a bit of drawing with Leo, and storytime with Donnie, she was still full of energy, and her brothers had their hands full just keeping up with her. After an hour of games, though, her attention drifted, her eyes darting around the lair, looking for something else to do.

When she spotted Mikey sneaking snacks in the kitchen, a mischievous smile crept onto her face. She darted over to him and tugged on his arm. “Mikey, let’s play ninja!”

Mikey couldn’t resist her little grin. “Alright, kiddo, what kind of ninja game we talking about?”

“You try to catch me,” she challenged, already tiptoeing away.

And that’s how it started. Hana went full spy mode, slipping between shadows and darting into hiding spots all over the lair, always just out of Mikey’s reach. He’d been trying to catch her for almost twenty minutes when he realized he’d actually lost track of her.

Mikey finally gathered up the rest of his brothers, looking sheepish. “Okay, guys, maybe I… might’ve lost her.”

Leo’s eyes widened in seconds. “YOU WHAT?” he took a deep breath “Alright, spread out. She couldn’t have gone far.”

Meanwhile, Hana had snuck her way into Donnie’s lab, where her curiosity got the better of her. She was fascinated by all the gadgets Donnie was always working on, and there was this one beeping device that was flashing lights. She couldn’t help herself; she reached out and poked a button. Instantly, it lit up and made a loud *beep*, and she gasped, ducking under the table as footsteps approached.

The door swung open, and Donnie stepped in, sighing as he saw the device lit up. “Alright, Hana, come on out,” he said, trying not to laugh. “Curiosity’s cool, but you know the lab’s a no-touch zone.”

Hana crawled out, giving him a sheepish grin. “I just wanted to see…”

Donnie couldn’t help smiling, ruffling her hair. “Tell you what—sit here, and I’ll show you how it works. Sound good?”

Hana’s eyes lit up, and she clambered onto a stool beside him, watching as he explained each little button and screen on the gadget. She was listening so intently she barely noticed when her other brothers peeked in to make sure she was still there.

“Found her, huh?” Raph said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorway.

“More like she found us,” Donnie replied, laughing.

Just then, they heard the front door slide open, and everyone perked up as Splinter stepped inside, back from his errand. His eyes softened as he took in the scene—Hana perched on Donnie’s stool, the others gathered around.

“Papa!” Hana hopped off the stool and dashed toward him, her face lighting up.

Splinter scooped her up, his eyes full of warmth as he held her close. “Were you good for your brothers, Hana?”

She hesitated, then looked up at him, clearly debating how much to admit. “Umm… mostly?”

Her honesty made Splinter chuckle, and he patted her head, setting her down and joining her and the boys in the main room. Hana instantly tugged on his hand, her eyes full of excitement as she told him what she and her brothers did.

Splinter watched with quiet amusement as she talks, then scooped her up onto his lap, settling in for some quiet time with her. The other turtles gathered around, glad to finally have a chance to relax too. Mikey decided to have a little movie night with his family when their mom came over, excited to spend a little more time with the family before she too fell asleep.

Hana remained on Splinter's lap, the two talking when a scene from the movie that they let her choose. Splinter gave his daughter a small caress in her hair, receiving a loving look from his wife.

By the end of it, Hana was curled up, eyelids drooping as she tried to keep up with the movie but eventually, sleep took over. Raph pulled a blanket around her, and Splinter smiling as he looked around at his sons, all leaning in close.

“You’ve done well tonight,” he murmured to them, his voice filled with pride.

[sweetmariihs2]

I feel like Jessie's background with Emily resonated with me the most because of the way it portrayed girlhood.

The Toy Story movie shows a lot about childhood in a boy's eyes (Andy), he lives in a "boy" room, has "boy" toys, watches "boy" cartoons and even the main characters, at least in the first movie, are all masculine characters. We see the adventures he creates with his toys and most of them are stories of action, with male characters as protagonists, it's not like there's anything wrong with that, but it's more focused in a boy's childhood itself, from the toys, to the media he likes to watch, to the room, and everything.

But Jessie... Jessie had a girl owner. And that only scene, with the "When She Loved Me" song, portrayed that very well. Not only because they added a girl but because the world around Emily and Jessie is a girl world. A "girl" room, "girl" adventures, even the fact that she enjoyed a cartoon fron her time and liked it through a girl's eyes and you girls know what I'm talking about, just has a big emotional impact on me. Some of you reading this post maybe felt like me: had the Monster High fever in 2014. Watched all the Barbie movies. Had everything princess themed.

I like how Emily didn't cared much about gender steriotypes (dresses and makeup) when she was younger, just like Jessie. Most of us don't, and after a specific age we start to care and enjoy. And I liked how the movie emphasized this, that Emily has changed and grown up, but Jessie hasn't. It's almost as if Jessie had a childish soul forever, which in fact is quite real due to the fact that she's a toy. Maybe what Emily left behind stayed in Jessie. I think the fact that Emily was the one who took Jessie out of the box also affected her a lot, because Jessie learned to live through Emily, and whether she liked it or not Emily helped shape her personality, like sharing opinions and liking the same things. I think that was also one of the reasons Jessie got so sad, because she and Emily were so similar and so well-matched that it was almost like losing a part of herself. Emily probably saw herself in Jessie's character, the red hair, the brave and sweet attitude, the cowgirl style and the love for horses.

Many of us identified with a character growing up, for example, I loved Raven Queen from Ever After High and everything about Ever After High, I had products, toys, dolls, even my school backpack, I watched the cartoon and carried my doll everywhere, I made her watch it with me, wanted to have purple highlights in my hair, and I thought she looked so much like me. Today the show was canceled without an ending and the dolls are no longer made. I still have mine, but... do you notice how familiar this story is? (I also didn't liked makeup and clothes much back then.)

When Emily started to grow up she changed, and also started to enjoy things that we, for example, started to enjoy. Makeup, music artists, stylish clothes, which are also part of the huge girlhood experience, one way or another. The little girl that loved Monster High is still in you, but now she's grown up and she enjoys listening to music and getting dressed. I listen to Lana Del Rey and Aurora now, like many of you probably listen to your favorite artists too. I went to concerts and own albums.

And that's why I love Jessie's flashback so much: because while the whole series is based in a boy's childhood, there are some small moments that weren't, and those moments were so perfectly represented, because every girl has a story like this. Yours was with what? My Little Pony? LPS? Barbie?

I feel like the Barbie movie got that really well in some moments too. It's the kind of thing you don't see in media that much. Girlhood truly is an experience.

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Rottmnt Future leo and female reader platonic, little angst, happy ending one-shot?

The plot (this happened after kraang invasion) is about Reader who's a mutant turtle like her 4 brothers, She's young about 8 - 10 years? And Her uncle leo is spoiling her a lot; Play with her, give her gifts & hardly say no to her requests tho she doesn't asks for much from her uncle, just either playing dolls or carrying her on his back.

The rest were so confused why he do that as he doesn't do this to Donnie, raph or Mikey ( yes he spends time with them but he doesn't spoil them THIS hard), turned out after talking with future leo privately, Reader had passed away earlier in the invasion before it reach the apocalypse level, like after 2 weeks?

And this scares future leo as what if it still happened to her? She was so young when it happened and everyone were upset.

Everyone call him down after getting the idea and reassure him reader is safe and since he's around she's even more safe.

You'll Be in My Heart

F!Leo + gn!reader

Warnings: family fluff, angst, death, comfort

A/N: Yes, named after the Tarzan song because Phil Collins didn't have to go so hard. This prompt broke my heart. Future Leo is called Leon. This was going to be posted in June, but I didn't want to move around all of my scheduled posts, so I just moved one. :)

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Leon spent a lot of time with you. After you were finally introduced to Leon, he spent every waking moment with you. Sometimes he'd even sleep next to you due to his nightmares. He loves you so much. He didn't notice that his other brothers were jealous and confused by his actions.

The younger turtles found Leon sitting next to you bed one night. They all listened in, wanting to know what Leon was feeling. He always hid his feelings, never telling them what happened to you in the future. Of course they worried.

"As long as I'm breathing, I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe." Leon whispered, rubbing your temple with his thumb. His hand covered the back of your head. "No matter what happens, no matter how bad it gets, you will not be alone. I'm not going to loose you again."

Leon held you as you guys watched your favorite movie. He had your favorite snack sitting in his lap, you were talking about the movie and he was listening intently. He smiled and added his thoughts on what was going on every once in a while. He could hear his young brothers, whispering to each other.

The movie ended and you yawned so Leon decided to put you to bed. He picked you up, holding you gently, your head laying on his shoulder. You started drifting off, Leon started humming. He laid you in bed, tucking you in. He knelt next to you, kissing your forehead. He left your room. Leon jumped as he turned the corner, all 4 younger turtles stood there.

"We need to talk." Raph said, his arms crossed.

"You guys can talk to me about anything." Leon smiles.

"What happened to Bee in the future?" Mikey starts. "Why are you so protective? Why do you always spoil them?"

"Oh..." Leon looked at the ground. He had a feeling they would ask, you hadn't, you didn't know he was from the future. You just believed he was some distant uncle.

He got flashbacks of the day you died.

You all had been out enjoying the amazing summer air, when Kraang dogs attacked. Leon had been in charge of you, but a building fell. He tried to cover you, but he got knocked aside. After the dust cleared, he tried to dig you out, yelling for help. Leon's ears were ringing, tears rolling down his cheeks from dust and the thought of what came of you.

He dug you out, calling your name. He found you, you were weakly holding out your arms to him. Leon scooped you up, yelling for his brothers. They portal back to the lair, Leon holding you close to him.

"Dad!" Mikey called, tears falling down his cheeks as well. They started to assess your wounds. Splinter joins you all in the med bay, hugging Mikey.

"What happened?" Splinter asks.

"I tried to cover them, a building was falling..." Leon sobbed, bandaging up your external wounds while Donnie scanned you. "I couldn't... I'm so sorry, Bee."

You started drifting, you eyes closing slowly. Leon yells, he begs you to stay awake. You couldn't. Leon only blames himself.

Leon told them. They all covered their mouths, tears coming to Mikey and Raph's eyes. Leo shook his head, not able to look at his future self.

"It wasn't your fault." Raph says, pulling Leon into a tight hug. "You can't stop a building from falling."

"That won't happen." Mikey tells him. "They have 4 brothers and a 7 foot uncle."

"We will never let anything happen to them." Leo nods.

The boys let Leon treat you how he wanted although, they did ask him to stop giving into your every want, it made them look bad.

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The Ghouls

This is the Ghoul version of the comfort scenario, sorry if you don't like some of these but this is just how I decided to write it

-Love Whiskey

Aether:

Rushing into the infirmary, (Y/N) looks around, “Where is Aether?” she asks the receptionist. The ghoulette looks up with a bored expression, “He’s in like his office or something, doing paperwork,” she says, nodding towards the office area.

Nodding, she makes her way down the hallway to the office that reads ‘Aether’ on the door. Opening it, she finds her best friend sitting at his desk.

The sudden appearance of his friend makes the ghoul jump. “(Y/N) What are you doing here?! Aren’t you supposed to be with Sister?” he asks but stops short when he seems just how upset she is.

“Oh honey, what happened?” beckoning her over. (Y/N) whimpers as she walks over, sitting in his lap and curling up in a ball.

Rubbing her back, he lets her explain what happened. The normally calm ghoul gets more and more irate as the story goes on until she gets to the root of the issue, “Oh honey, if that old bitch doesn’t know your worth by now, then she doesn’t deserve you,” bumping his horns against her forehead gently. 

Sighing, (Y/N) leans against him, “I just hate that my sister always manages to ruin everything,” nuzzling into the ghoul.

Aether smiles, “How about we go down to the den and we party the night away” to which (Y/N) grins, “I would love that”

Swiss & Dewdrop:

(Y/N) whimpers as she heads down to the ghoul den, looking for her best friends. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long to find them lounging on the couches, tails flicking contently. 

“Swiss…Dewy?” this catches their attention immediately. (Y/N) doesn’t call Dewdrop that nickname unless she’s either sad or happy, and they can tell, which is the case in this instance.

Sitting up, Swiss holds his arms out to her, “C'mere doll, tell Uncle 

Swissy what's the matter.” Rushing forward, she collapses into his arms, hugging him around the neck as she buries her face in his shoulder. (Y/N) She is given a few minutes to decompress and relax, which both ghouls let her do. 

After a few minutes, she looks up and begins to spill her feelings from the last hour and a half of her life, ending with what her mother said and the smug look on her sister’s face.

Both ghouls sit in silence for a moment before Dew stands up, “Imma go hurt a bitch” to which (Y/N) immediately stands and tries to stop him, “Please don’t! I don’t want you in trouble, dewy..I’m okay really, just needed to vent!” panic evident on her face.

Dewdrop softens. “Fine…just because you asked me to, I won’t,” he says as he hugs her.

But this is when they notice Swiss’s smirk: “I have a better idea to make our girl feel better.” His mischievous look says everything they need to know as their grins spread across their faces.

Mountain:

Roaming the garden in search of a giant is surprisingly easier said than done as (Y/N) searches for her lover, sniffling and hugging herself.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take too long before she stumbles upon the ghoul she was looking for in a flower bed, adding mulch and planting new flowers. 

Unfortunately for Mountain, when he notices his love, it isn’t the happy greeting he was hoping for when he notices her crying. “My little bird, what has you so upset about? Talk to me,” he says while standing, brushing his hands off on his Jeans. 

Rushing into his arms, (Y/N) begins to spill her woes to her love. The giant waits until she’s done to speak. 

“Oh honeysuckle, this is simply just a bump. Sister isn’t going to replace you; she knows you’re a good worker and values you as her assistant, so she has trusted you to come along to all those important meetings and dinners. She wouldn’t let just anyone near the upper clergy,” he explains slowly, tucking some hair behind her ear. 

Looking up at him, “I know you’re right…but I’m still worried,” (Y/N) whispers. Mountain sighs, “I know, my love,” he looks around the garden, “I’m almost done for the day; how about we take an early night and have a date night. I know exactly how to make you feel better.” He wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Rain:

It takes longer than she wanted, but (Y/N) eventually makes it to the lake. Rain had said he would be down here today since he had the day off. 

“Rain?!” She calls, her voice echoing across the lake's surface and nearby mountains. Looking across the pristine surface, there’s nothing to even hint where her friend could be. 

Sighing, the girl turns to look somewhere else when there’s a splash. Turning just in time to see a ball of water coming towards her and hitting her straight in the face. 

Sputtering, she wipes the water from her face, “Rain Pacifico Sylvan! I’m gonna get you, I swear to Satan!” She shrieks when she notices the cackling ghoul. 

Racing forward, she tackles him into the water, and soon, they’re wrestling in the shallow end of the lake. (Y/N) is winning for a few minutes but is quickly subdued by the ghoulish strength of her friend. Pinning her down, Rain laughs as he kisses her cheeks before letting her up.

“So what brings you down here? You don’t usually come down to the lake this time of year,” he asks, bumping his shoulder with hers as the pair sit drying on the lake deck. 

(Y/N) sighs, looking at him before looking down as she begins to explain. It takes a few minutes, and Rain remains quiet the entire time. Once she’s done, she looks to him for his reaction.

He blinks once, twice, before waving her off, “Fuck that bitch, she isn’t taking your place when you’re the best assistant that Sister has ever had! Who cares what your bitch of a mother said? She doesn’t even deserve to have you as a daughter!” he stands and pulls her to her feet before tossing her over his shoulder with a shriek, “That’s it, you’re coming to the den to have your brains fucked out until you know how awesome you are” with a slap to her ass, Rain stalks off towards the den.

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Torn Ch. 10

Masterlist

Pairing: Darylxoc. Eventual DarylxOcxRick. Setting: The Greene farm. Warnings: None that I can think of for this chapter.

The next morning at breakfast, Rick, Lori and Carl sat on a log beside a tree. Rick, watching as Cassie leaned down and picked up a bottle of water from where it sat on the ground beside her folding chair. Daryl sat in a similar chair beside her, eating silently. Cassie handed Daryl the bottle of water and he took a drink before passing it back. Rick watched her take another drink before she capped the bottle and put it back down. The fact that she and Daryl were sharing a water bottle, swapping spit, brought his mind back to what he'd seen in their tent the other night. Cassie's head, thrown back in ecstasy…Daryl’s face in her chest. The thought of the two of them making out so passionately…

Lori noticed Rick zoning out and sat up, placing her hand on the back of his neck. "Hey, where'd you go?" She asked, making him blink out of his thoughts as she kissed his cheek.

"I'm here." Rick answered flatly.

Glenn walked over to stand in the middle of the group. “Uh…guys.” he said, sounding nervous as he tried to get their attention. Some looked at him, wondering why he was once again acting weird. “So…” he said shakily. “The barn’s full of walkers.” and just like that he had their full attention.

“Come again?” Cassie asked with a squint at him when no one else spoke up.

“The barn…it's full of walkers. Hershel’s keeping them in there.” he repeated and all of them got up and headed to the barn.

When they got there, Shane walked over and looked through the crack in the doors that were chained closed. “You can not tell me you’re alright with this.” he said to Rick as he left the barn and walked back over to where they all stood a few feet away from it.

“No, I’m not, but we’re guests here. This isn’t our land.” Rick replied, not taking his eyes off the barn as Shane walked by him.

“God, this is our lives man!” Shane yelled.

“Lower your voice.” Cassie scolded him, hearing the walkers inside getting riled up.

“We can’t just sweep this under the rug.” Andrea spoke up.

“It ain’t right. Not remotely.” T-Dog added.

Shane, pacing, walked back over and looked at Rick. “Okay, we’ve either got to go in there, we’ve gotta make things right or we just gotta go.” he said, pointing his finger at the ground. “Now we have been talking about Fort Benning for a long time.”

“We can’t go.” Rick argued, his hand held out in a calming manner even though his voice was raised.

“Why, Rick? Why?” Shane asked.

“Because my daughter is still out there.” Carol, who was standing next to Rick, across from Shane, spoke up.

“Okay.” Shane scoffed as he raised his hands in a praying manner and put them over his mouth and nose before he dropped them. “Okay, I think it’s time that we all start to just consider the other possibili-”

“Shane!” Rick interrupted him. “We’re not leaving Sophia behind.”

“I’m close to finding this girl.” Daryl said as he walked closer from where he and Cassie stood near Carol. “I just found her damn doll two days ago.”

Shane laughed. “You found her doll, Daryl. That’s what you did. You found a doll.”

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talkin’ about!” Daryl yelled, slinging his arm at Shane angrily.

“Alright, alright.” Rick held out his arm, trying to settle them down.

“Na! I’m just saying what needs to be said here. Now if you get a good lead it’s in the first 48 hours. Anything after that is a-” Shane started

Sad thing was, Cassie knew Shane was right. She knew the chances of finding Sophia alive were slim, but dead or alive she needed to be found.

Daryl didn't miss the fleeting expression on Cassie's face that said she agreed with Shane.

“Shane, Shane stop.” Rick said, trying to shut Shane up but he didn’t stop.

“Let me tell you somethin’ else, Man.” Shane kept tearing into Daryl. “If she was alive out there and saw you comin’ all methed out with your buck knife and geek ears around your neck, she would run in the other direction, man!”

From there, the two men started arguing. Rick tried to stay between them and a few of the other group members closed in, but it was doing no good. Cassie and Lori got between Shane and Rick who was holding back Daryl. Eventually the fight broke up. “Keep your hands off me.” Shane told Lori then looked at Cassie, his eyes telling her that he was talking to her too, as he started to walk off.

Cassie opened her mouth, about to lay into her father.

“Everyone needs to calm down.” Rick said, pushing Cassie behind his back as he put himself between the father and daughter. “I will talk to Hershel and we’ll figure this out.”

“Man, what are you gonna figure out?!” Shane yelled as he took a step closer to Rick. Out of instinct Cassie put herself between Rick and Shane. So did Lori. Shane took a step back.

“If we’re gonna stay, if we’re gonna clear this barn, I have to talk him into it. This is his land.” Rick argued with a point at the barn.

“Hershel sees those things in there as people.” Dale said as he walked over, his hand held out in a calming manner. “Sick people. His wife, his stepson.”

“You knew?” Rick asked as Cassie moved to stand beside him.

“Yesterday, I talked to Hershel.” Dale answered.

“And you waited the night?” Shane asked.

“I thought we could survive another night. We did.” Dale answered Shane then looked at Rick. “I was waiting ‘till this morning to say something, but Glenn wanted to be the one to.”

“Man, it’s crazy, Rick. If Hershel thinks those things are alive or no!” Shane yelled.

The walkers in the barn, drawn to Shane’s yelling, started banging on the door and everyone shut up and backed away.

“I think it's time we move this conversation elsewhere.” Cassie spoke up and they all started dispersing.

TWDTWDTWD

Cassie was sitting on a picnic table, watching Daryl and Carol talking in the stables when Rick walked over and sat down beside her, bumping her shoulder with his to get her attention. "How'd it go with Hershel?"

"Everything I said went in one ear and out of the other. He's not budgin’. He still wants us gone within the week." He sighed, placing his head in his hands with a sigh.

"Did you tell him about Lori?" She asked.

"Yeah." He sighed, pulling his head out of his hands.

"And it didn’t help?" she asked, surprised Hershel still wanted them to leave. For Lori to give birth out there.

“No.” he answered with a shake of his head.

"You tell anyone else that he wants us to leave yet?" She asked, looking at him across her shoulder.

"Just Shane and Lori." He answered. “And I’m not gonna tell the others because we’re not leaving.”

Cassie just sighed and nodded, turning her eyes back to the stables that Carol was now walking out of, wiping her face. Cassie sighed, running her hand through her hair, pushing it back out of her face before she placed her elbow on her knee and rested her cheek in her hand. She looked over at Rick, their eyes meeting, both of them looking tired.

"I told Shane about Lori." Rick said.

"And how'd that go?" She asked.

"He thinks it's his." He answered.

Cassie frowned, picking her head up. "He actually said that to you?"

"He didn't have to." Rick answered.

"Well, he never has been good at keeping his thoughts off his face." She pointed out.

"No he hasn’t." Rick agreed before things fell quiet. After a moment Rick looked at her. "What would you do if you were me?" He asked, looking at her with curious narrowed eyes.

"I'm gonna need you to be more specific." She replied. "’Cause if you're asking what I'd do about the whole Lori, Shane, baby thing I can assure you, you don't wanna know."

Rick chuckled, knowing she didn't care for Shane or Lori. "I was talking about the, Hershel and his barn full of walkers, thing." He replied.

"You don't want my answer to that either." She replied.

"No, I do." He assured her.

"You won't like it." She insisted, getting a sigh and a pointed look from him. "Hypothetically, I'd take a silenced pistol, go to the barn and take out all of those walkers except one."

"Why leave one?" He asked.

"The fact that Hershel sees those things as sick people tells me he doesn't really see them. He hasn't seen a walker take a knife to the gut, a shot to the chest, be completely decapitated and keep chomping. If he had he'd know without a doubt that they are dead. He needs to see it and understand exactly why we can't go back out there." She explained. "He needs to go through the same…right of passage, for a lack of better phrase, that we all did."

"Cassie that's-" Rick said with a shake of his head.

"Screwed up?" She asked. "Harsh? I know." He just stared at her. "I warned you."

"Yeah, you did." He agreed. "And it is harsh, but unfortunately I think you’re right. Not about clearing the barn without his permission, but about Hershel. He won’t stop seeing those things as people until he has to.”

“But is it our responsibility to change him?” she asked with a frown.

“I don’t know.” he answered with a shake of his head as he rested his elbow on his knee and made a fist, pressing his lips against the backs of his fingers.

“We have time to figure it out.” she assured him.

Rick just nodded and things fell quiet for a minute, both of them lost in thought. “Can you promise me something?” Rick asked, picking his head up to look at her.

“Depends, what is it?” she asked.

“Promise me you won’t kill those walkers.” he answered.

"It was strictly a hypothetical." She replied, clearly not wanting to make the promise. He gave her a pointed look. "I promise, I won't kill the walkers…unless I have your permission."

"Thank you." He replied, smirking at her adding a clause into the promise. He opened his mouth to say something else-

"Rick." They heard Hershel's voice behind them so they stood from the bench and turned to see him and Jimmy walking over. "We could use your help with something."

"Alright." Rick agreed with a nod then looked back at Cassie. "We'll go look for Sophia when I get back."

"Alrighty." She agreed.

TWDTWDTWD

She was sitting in the tent, sharpening more arrows out of boredom while waiting for Rick to get done helping Hershel with whatever he was helping him with when Daryl ducked inside and flopped down on his side of the pallet. "You good?" She asked, setting the arrow aside to turn and look at him.

"Yeah. Why?" He asked, tucking his hand behind his head.

"Saw you talking to Carol in the stables earlier. She looked more upset than usual when she left. You looked pissed." she answered.

“She’s given up.” He answered. “Think’s Sophia’s dead, wants me to stop lookin’.”

“Do you think she’s dead?” Cassie asked.

“No. She’s out there somewhere, I know it, we just have to find her.” he answered stubbornly.

Cassie let it drop and went back to sharpening the arrow. “There’s some Cherokee roses out by the pond.” he didn’t say anything. “Just saying.” After a moment he sat up, took the knife out of her hand and tossed it to the other side of the tent. “Hey, I was using that.”

“Not anymore, come ‘ere.” he said as he slipped his hand over the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss that she laughed into. After a few minutes he pulled back, pecked her on the lips one more time then stood up with a grunt. “I’ll be back.” he told her before he ducked out of the tent.

With him gone she sat up and looked out of the unzipped window of the tent, her gaze landing on the barn in the distance. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to know exactly how many walkers were inside, exactly how much danger they were all in. So, making sure her knife was on her hip, she hooked her quiver to her belt loop, grabbed her bow, ducked out of the tent and headed to the barn.

Shane was on watch, leaning on a tractor in front of the barn.. “Hey, what are you doin’?” he asked, seeing her headed to the hay loft ladder.

“I wanna take a look.” she answered, not stopping her pursuit.

Shane rushed over and grabbed her arm, stopping her from climbing the ladder in front of her. “You seriously think I’m gonna let you go up there?” he asked, still holding her bicep.

“Let me?” she asked with an attitude induced raise of her brows.

“Cassie.” he sighed with a cock of his head.

“I just wanna see how many walkers are in there.” she answered as she took her arm out of his grasp.

“Why, you gonna take ‘em out?” he asked with a smirk and a look at the bow that hung off of the strap over her shoulder to rest on her hip. “Because Rick seems to have some magical plan and if you kill the walkers behind his back…” he trailed off and gave her a pointed look. “You don’t wanna piss off Rick now do you?”

“No, I don’t and I’m not gonna kill them.” she answered. “Rick asked me not to.”

“Now, why is it that when I tell you not to do something you ping off in the other direction, but when he tells you not to do something you obey like a good little girl?” he asked with a cock of his head. Cassie just rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I’m serious, Cassie.”

Cassie took in a deep breath then heaved it out. “Let me go up there, see how much danger we’re in, then I’ll answer you. Deal?” she asked

Shane thought about it for a minute. “Fine, but I’m going with you.” he answered.

She climbed up the ladder first and Shane followed as they quietly walked into the barn and looked over the edge of the loft. She counted a little over two dozen walkers. “There’s more than I thought.” she whispered. The whispered words didn’t seem to be heard by the walkers. “I listen to Rick because he doesn’t boss me around.” she whispered. “He doesn’t tell me what to do, he asks. He treats me like a human being. You, on the other hand, treat me like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe. Just like you do everyone else. Well, everyone but Lori.” she added with a crinkle of her nose and a mean look.

“Don’t do that, we ain’t talking about me.” Shane said, annoyed by Cassie’s poking.

Cassie was about to tear her eyes off of the walkers below and leave when one caught her eye. It was little, standing back in a dimly lit corner. Its khaki pants were crinkled and dirty as was the once bright blue shirt with a rainbow on the front of it. Cassie froze, her body becoming rigid and her breath catching in her throat. “No…” she sighed quietly.

When Shane started to walk away, Cassie’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. He stopped, looking at her face to see a look of horror on it, tears silently slipping from her wide eyes, a deep crease between her brows. “What's wrong?”

“...the corner.” Cassie answered numbly, her hand squeezing Shane’s wrist.

Shane looked around the barn, his face falling when he spotted the little girl. “Son of a bitch.” he spat, already getting angry. He tried to storm out of the barn, but Cassie was still holding his wrist. She stumbled a little from the force of him trying to walk away with her still holding him and he turned back to her. That’s when he saw that she was still in shock, her chest heaving up and down in panic. “Hey, hey, hey, look at me Cass.” he said in a shushing voice as he grabbed her face in his hands. The action only brought on a wave of tears. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” he whispered as he pulled her into him, hugging her in an attempt to calm her.

Her body shook in his arms, both with sobs and attempts to push air in and out of her lungs because even though she was breathing it felt as if the oxygen somehow wasn’t sinking in. “Hey,” Shane grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back, looking her in the eyes, “breathe, calm long breaths, in and out.” Cassie nodded and started mimicking his exaggerated breathing. When she had calmed down a bit he brushed her loose waves out of her face awkwardly. “It’ll be okay.”

“No it won’t.” she said quietly with a weak shake of her head as she wiped her face. “Sophia is dead…The world is dead…finding her alive is what everyone has been working toward…it was a beacon of hope…that hope is gone…” she forced the tears to stop falling and pulled the collar of her shirt up, wiping her face before she dropped it. Shane watched as she picked her bow up off her hip, nocked an arrow then pulled the string back and aimed. When she was sure she wouldn’t miss, she let the arrow fly. It hit Sophia right between the eyes, knocking the little girl into the corner of the barn with a thud before she slipped to the ground. She just looked at her for a minute before she finally looked at her father.

Shane placed a hand on his hip and squinted at her. “I know that look.” his face turned cocky as he watched Cassie drop the bow and head for the ladder.

“You should. I inherited it from you.” she popped off, skipping the last few rungs and dropping to her feet. Interested to see exactly who was about to get it and what she was going to do next Shane just followed after her as she headed to the farm house.

Daryl was also headed to the house and immediately noticed how red and tearstained Cassie’s face was. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Daryl asked, stepping in her way to rest his hand on the side of her neck and examine her face. When she didn’t answer, sweeping his hand off her to continue to the house. Daryl looked at Shane. “What’d you do?”

“Daryl, back off.” Cassie snapped as they came to the steps of the house where Maggie, Glenn, T-Dog, Andrea and Carol were already standing around. Cassie looked at Maggie, “Where’s Hershel and Rick?” she asked, her voice hard and cold.

“They’re not back yet. Why?” The young brunette asked, concerned.

“We need to have a little chat.” Cassie answered.

“About what?” Maggie asked.

“The barn and its contents.” Cassie answered, practically spitting out the words.

“He and Rick already discussed that.” Maggie said as Cassie noticed Lori and Carl come outside. “The barn is not to be touched by you or your people.”

Cassie was about to reply when she realized this wasn’t information to just be spat out at Maggie considering the news needed to be broken to Carol and Carl gently. She took in a deep breath and let it out. “Lori, Carol…I need to talk to you, privately, please.” she said, losing the harsh cold tone for a more sad one.

The two women followed Cassie out of earshot of the group. “We‘ve found Sophia.” Cassie told them solemnly.

Carol guessed from the way Cassie was talking that it wasn’t good news. “Where is she?” Carol asked, her eyes wide and wet.

The sight damn near broke Cassie again. “The barn.”

Carol’s jaw dropped as tears began to fall. As did Lori’s, “Oh god.” the latter said as she grabbed Carol and pulled her in for a hug. Lori’s eyes stayed on Cassie.

“I put her down…” Cassie said quietly, more to Lori than Carol.

Lori looked down at Carol, guessing that she would be with Carol for a while. “Will you tell Carl to go in the house and wait for his father?”

“Of course.” Cassie nodded then walked back over to the group as Lori brough Carol to the R.V. Cassie walked over to Carl and placed her hand on his shoulder. “Your mother wants you to go wait for her inside.”

“But-” the little boy started.

Cassie gave him a rare, pointed look that he had only seen from her a few times. So, knowing she was serious he hung his head and went inside. When he was gone she looked over the crowd that was looking at her for answers. Cassie looked at Shane. “Don’t look at me, you started this, finish it.”

Cassie looked at him in confusion. Was that…? Was he proud of her right now? She shook her head and looked at everyone again. “We found Sophia.” she told them all before her eyes landed on Maggie. “She’s in the barn…she was a walker.”

“Was?” Glenn asked, squinting at her in the bright sun.

“I put her down.” Cassie answered, resting her hand on her bow before she looked at Maggie.

“Oh shit.” T said loudly, making everyone look in the same direction he was to see Rick and Hershel coming out of the woods on the other side of the barn with walkers on snare poles.

Shane cursed under his breath as he started sprinting toward them. Cassie as well as the others took off after him. “What the hell are you doin?” Shane yelled when they grew close enough to be heard.

“Shane, just back off!” Rick warned him.

“Are you kidding me?” Shane yelled, walking around Rick and Hershel. “You see? You see what you’re holding on to?”

“I see who I’m holding on to.” Hershel argued.

“Na man, you don’t!” Shane yelled.

“Shane, just let us do this and then we can talk.” Rick reasoned.

“What you wanna talk about, Rick?” Shane yelled. “These people ain't sick!”

Seeing things escalating further and further, Shane yelling, Rick unable to do anything but yell back uselessly, something in Cassie snapped. She ran over to Shane, getting between him and Rick, making sure to stay a safe distance from the walker. “Dad, stop!” he moved to walk around her but she stepped in his way again. Her hands held up as she caught his eyes. “I started this, remember? Let me finish it.”

“Have at it. Maybe he’ll listen to you ‘cause he sure as hell ain't listening to me.” Shane said with a swing of his arm at Rick.

Cassie noticed a few people giving her disbelieving looks as she moved to stand between Rick and Hershel’s path to the barn. Unable to proceed, they stopped. “Beth, Jimmy, please, go inside.” Cassie spoke up. She gave them a chance to go, but they didn’t.

“Cassie, get out of the way.”  Rick told her, making her look at him.

“No, Rick.” she said with a shake of her head, her eyes softening as she looked at him. He gave her a confused glare. “Dad and I, we found Sophia. She’s in the barn…”

It took a moment for the meaning of her words to sink in and she could tell when they did because Rick’s face fell, as if all light had drained out of it. “She took care of it.” Shane spoke up behind her and she wished he hadn’t. Why did he have to phrase it that way? Calling Sophia an it.

“You went into my barn?” Hershel asked, both stunned and pissed..

“I had every right to enter that barn, to see exactly how many walkers were in there.” she defended herself. “To see how much danger you're putting everyone in.”

“You killed a sick little girl.” Hershel said, still pissed.

“I put her body to rest. The little girl we all knew was already gone.” Cassie replied. “You may not want to accept it, but the people in that barn are not sick. They are dead. We have seen scientific proof that everything that made them who they were is gone. I'm sorry to sound so cold, but it's true. You're corralling flesh eating corpses and putting your living family in danger.”

“Cassie.” Rick said, getting her attention. She looked from Hershel to him. “It is our responsibility.” he told her and her eyes narrowed at him. No one else knew what he was talking about. Lori, who’d heard Shane’s yelling and left Carol to see what was going on, found it particularly irking that Cassie and Rick were apparently talking about serious issues together. “I don't see a better time than now. You have my permission.”

Cassie gave him a nod.

Shane, who had been watching the exchange carefully, finally spoke up. “You two have something you wanna share with the group?”

Cassie looked back at her father then at the rest of the people. “There is only one way he’s gonna see the truth.” she answered. “Will someone take the snare pole from Hershel please?” When no one else stepped up, Daryl walked over, setting his gun on the ground nearby before he headed over to Hershel. After a bit of a struggle Daryl finally got the pole from him. “Did you know either of these people?” she asked Hershel.

Hershel didn’t answer. He just stood there, his shoulders squared and fists clenched at his sides. So Rick spoke up. “The woman, Lou, he knew her.”

“Then don’t look at Lou.” she said walking over to stand near him and Daryl moved the walker further away. “Look at the guy.”

“What are you doin?” Hershel asked.

“Proving my point.” she answered.

Hershel looked at Rick. “You need to control your people.”

Cassie looked at Rick. “Hear her out.” Rick told Hershel, not taking his eyes off of Cassie, letting Hershel know he was on Cassie’s side.

She pointed to the male walker. “Look at him, really, truly…look at him. There’s a gaping wound on his neck, it should be bleeding, but it’s not and the blood around it is black…coagulated. If he was just sick, like you insist these people are, that wound would be actively bleeding and the blood would be bright red. You’re a vet, you know this.”

“It’s an old wound.” he argued with a tone that suggested that she was ignorant.

“Okay.” she said before she walked over to the barn and grabbed an ax that was leaning against it. With it, she chopped a slit in the side of the walker's neck. “There, a fresh wound bleeding black blood. Not only that but it didn’t even flinch.” she looked at Hershel to see him still just glaring at her, hatred in his eyes. It was something, but not the look she knew needed to be there. “Look at his skin, it’s color, it’s texture…living people, even sick people, their skin doesn’t look like that.” she held her hand out at it. “He died and he got back up but he did not come back. Not the real him. Keeping them locked in a barn while they slowly deteriorate isn’t only dangerous…it’s inhumane. It’s like keeping a dog with rabies locked in a cage instead of putting it down for the sanity of the dog and people it threatens.”

“Are you done?” Maggie asked from where she stood next to Glenn.

Cassie just looked at Hershel, taking in his still angry eyes. “No.'' She answered then moved to stand beside the male walker. “I really didn't want to do this but you still don't get what we're dealing with here.” She told Hershel then looked back at the walker. With a powerful swing of the sharp ax, the walker's body fell to the ground and its head toppled from the loop of the snare pole. Cassie picked the head up by its dirty hair, showing it to Hershel. “They…are not…alive.” she pointedly spaced out each word. She noticed a change in his face as he watched the severed head snap at them…realization. “Now I'm done.” The blade of her knife silenced the severed head before she tossed it down with the body. When Cassie turned to Daryl she saw him let go of the pole, pull a knife off his hip and take out the walker.

“I understand you have family in there.” Rick spoke up. “But we need to clear this barn. Until we do, none of us are safe. And we need to get Sophia out of there, bury her so Carol can finally get the closure she’s been needing.” He walked over to Cassie, putting his hand on her shoulder, letting her know he would be taking over from there. She moved to stand a few feet away from him. “If you let us, I promise we will do it as gently as possible.” he looked at Hershel, but the man was in shock and didn’t answer. So Rick looked at Patricia, the next oldest in Hershel’s group. She, too, couldn’t answer.

“Do it.” Maggie spoke up. Her voice, weak and shaky.

“Are you sure?” Glenn asked her, placing his hand on the small of her back.

“Yeah, please. Just…put them out of their misery.” her voice broke as tears fell.

“Alright.” Rick nodded. “Cassie, Daryl, how many arrows do you have?”

“Eight or so.” Cassie answered.

“Ten, maybe twelve.” Daryl answered. 

“Okay, get your gear and go up to the loft. Take out what you can from there. After that, meet us back here and we’ll unlock the doors, let them out one at a time if we can and take them down with…other means.” he said then looked around at everyone. “We will not use guns, understand?”

Everyone mumbled their understanding before Cassie headed up to the loft and Daryl left to get his bow. Jimmy, Beth and Patricia headed back to the house. Hershel just stood there, unmoving in shock. So people started working around him.

After Cassie and Daryl took out what walkers they could from the loft they all gathered in front of the barn. Daryl, Rick, Shane and T stood with their backs on the doors, holding them open enough to let just a few through at a time before they shut them. While they held them shut, Cassie, Andrea and Glenn took down the walkers. Lori and Dale drug the bodies to the side while the men let more out. When they no longer felt walkers pressing against the door, fighting to get out, they opened the doors all the way.

Now that the barn was empty they gathered to talk. “How many graves should we dig?” Cassie asked.

“Three, one for Sophia, one for Annette and another for Sean.” Lori answered.

Hershel started to head to his house. Shane noticed and started following him. “We’ve been out. We’ve been combing these woods looking for her and she was in there all along?” Shane asked, walking behind him. Rick took off after them. “You knew.”

“Leave us alone.” Maggie said with Glenn at her side.

“Hey, Shane, just stop, man.” Rick said, grabbing his arm.

“Get your hands off me.” Shane snapped, jerking his arm out of Rick’s grasp as he continued his pursuit of Hershel.

Cassie on the other hand stayed behind, done with her father and the drama that seemed to constantly surround him.

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Cassie, Andrea, T and Shane worked on digging three graves while Lori found big rocks to use as headstones. After a couple of hours, they decided they were deep enough and that it was time to hold the funeral service.

At the service that Carol didn’t attend, no one said anything. They all just stood there, looking down at the mounds of dirt until eventually someone walked off and they dispersed. Cassie tried to go to Daryl, knowing he had more hope of finding Sophia alive than anyone, but when she tried to grab his hand and get his attention he jerked it away. “Don’t!” he snapped and kept on walking. Thinking he just needed space and time to process, she let him go.

When she was done helping load the walkers into trucks, she ducked inside her tent only to see that Daryl’s sleeping bag, weapons and duffle were gone. No trace that he’d ever been there remained. With a confused frown she ducked back out of her tent and went to the Rv, but no one was there. She was headed to the house when she saw Lori walking out. “Hey, have you seen Daryl?”

“No, why?” she asked,

“His stuff’s not in our tent.” she answered.

“Maybe he just went hunting or something.” Lori brushed it off.

“No, all of his stuff is gone. Like he packed up and left.” Cassie pointed out.

“I don’t know what to tell you Cassie.” Lori sighed as if she couldn’t be bothered. “Maybe he decided he didn’t want to be with a carbon copy of Shane.”

“Excuse me?” Cassie asked with a tilt of her head.

“What you did out there today…that was something Shane would have done. Rick should have stopped you.” Lori replied. “Because of you Hershel is going to kick us off this farm.”

“No, Shane would have caused a panic and murdered Maggie and Beth’s mom right in front of them without so much as a hint of sympathy. And Hershel was planning on kicking us off this farm long before the barn became a problem.” Cassie argued. “I did what needed to be done in the most humane way possible given the situation. And if you don’t like that then you can go fuck yourself. Or better yet, go fuck Shane again, you two deserve eachother. The hot headed ass hole and the cheating bitch.”

A split second after Cassie saw pure anger in Lori’s eyes, the woman’s hand collided with the left side of Cassie’s face, making it feel as if her eye was about to pop out of her head. “Mom?” Carl’s voice from the porch behind them made Lori look at him over her shoulder with wide eyes then back at Cassie, who was glaring at her with more hatred in her eyes than she’d ever seen.

“Carl to the rescue.” Cassie said then took a step closer, getting in her face and lowering her voice. “If you ever touch me again you’ll be shitting teeth for weeks.” She walked away, leaving Lori to explain to Carl why she’d just slapped his nanny and friend.

Eventually she found Daryl in a camp he’d made out by the ruins of an old homestead. He was sitting on a log by a fire, skinning a squirrel. So she walked over and sat down beside him. When he never said anything she decided she would have to go first. “I’m sorry.” he didn’t react. “I didn’t know she was going to be in that barn…”

“Just stop.” he said, his voice low and gravelly.

“Stop what?” she asked, not understanding why he was being like this.

“Stop pretending you ever thought we’d find her alive.” he growled as he stood up and looked down at her. “I saw it in your eyes this morning at the barn. You agree with Shane.”

Cassie sighed. “Because he was right, statistically speaking the odds of her being alive were slim. But that doesn’t mean I don’t believe that someone can overcome those odds.” she argued.

“You wanna talk about slim odds?” Daryl yelled at her. “How about the odds of Rick ever leaving his wife for you.” her eyes turned glaring, her face twisted in confusion. “No matter how hard you try to impress him.”

“What?” she asked with a shake of her head. “I didn’t do that to impress him.”

“Bullshit.” Daryl scoffed.”You want him. Shitty part is he wants you too and you know it.” Cassie just stared at him, wide eyed, unable to speak. “But you also know he won’t break up his family for the slut babysitter.” Daryl calling her a slut spread chills through her body a second before tears stung the backs of her eyes. “What you gonna cry, gonna tell me I wasn’t your second choice, that you didn’t settle for me?” he took a step toward her, towering over her, “Huh?! If you love him so much, go beg him to pop your cherry! I'm done!”

She saw red and before she knew it, she’d swiped his legs out from under him, knocking him onto his butt like she’d done to Merle before. “Yeah…I love Rick and yes I wanted him.” she said as she looked down at him. “But I didn't settle for you…I fell in love with you.” A tear slipped from each of her eyes. “And you promised me I wouldn’t lose you.” she pointed at him accusingly.

“Yeah,” Daryl scoffed as he rolled over and got up with a grunt, “promises are made to be broken.” it felt as if someone had shoved a blade deep into her heart and twisted.

“Don’t do this, please.” she begged.

“Don’t do what? Tell it like it is?” he asked, pacing in front of her.

“Don’t push me away just because things are getting hard.” she answered, her voice breaking a little.

“Don’t you get it? I don’t want you!” she stumbled back almost tripping, looking at him with wide red eyes. “So go! Git!”

She bit her lips closed, holding back sobs as she turned and walked away. She went to her tent, but it didn’t feel right anymore, being in a tent that was originally Daryls. So she packed her stuff, left the tent popped up and went out to the barn. She climbed up into the loft and was arranging her things, using the hay bales as tables when she heard someone climbing up the ladder behind her then their footsteps headed her way once they spotted her. “I've been looking for you.” Rick's voice met her ears.

“Well, you found me.” she replied in a sigh not looking back.

“I just wanted to let you know that Beth is in some kind of catatonic state and Hershel's missing.” He said, watching her shoulders deflate. “We think he went to the bar in town. We're gonna go get him.” feeling guilty, knowing him leaving to go on a drinking spree and Beth's shocked state was her fault, she couldn't look at Rick. When she didn't say anything he touched her shoulder. “Hey, this isn't your fault.”

She simply scoffed and bussyed her hands with fixing her sleeping bag on a pile of hay.

“Cassie.” He said her name softly as he sat down beside her and grabbed her hands, stopping her movements. She turned her head in the opposite direction. “Hey.” He tried again then gently used his fingertips on her jaw to turn her head toward him. His eyes landed on the forming bruise on her cheekbone, just under her eye. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” She answered, taking her chin out of his hand, returning to attempting to straighten the sleeping bag even though he was sitting on the edge of it, facing the opposite direction of her.

“Did Daryl hit you?” He asked leaning down to get in her line of view. “Is that why you're up here?”

“No.” She answered. Rick sighed, getting aggravated with her sudden lack of communication skills. She turned and sat down facing him. Her eyes on her hands as she picked at her cuticles. “Daryl didn't hit me. He…broke up with me.” Her eyes watered but she pushed it back. “And after the scene I caused at the barn and the things that Lori said I wasn't feeling like anyone else would want me around either. So I relocated.”

Rick's hand slid over her unbruised cheek and lifted her head. Her eyes met his. “What did she say?”

“I'm a carbon copy of Shane, what I did wasn't right and because of it Hershel wants us gone.” She answered then pointed to her cheek. “This is her handy work.”

“Lori hit you?” He asked, his eyes narrowed at her.

“Yep. But then again I called her a cheating bitch…’n’ said that she and Shane deserve one another.” She replied, making his brows raise. “And now Hershel is missing and Beth is in shock, so in hindsight, I deserve it.”

“Is that why she doesn't have a matching bruise?” Rick asked. “Because you think you deserved it?”

“No.” She answered. “I wanted to hit her back, but I couldn't.”

“You couldn't slap her but you could put an arrow through doctor Jenner's eye?” He asked in disbelief.

“I may be a hot head but I have a conscience. I can't hit a pregnant woman. Besides, Carl was watching.” She answered.

“Carl saw?” he asked with raised brows. Cassie hummed a positive answer. He heaved out a breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. Things fell quiet for a moment before he asked, “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” Cassie asked.

“That her and Shane deserve each other?” he asked, looking at her across his shoulder.

“You don’t want me to answer that.” she said with a shake of her head.

“You’ve been telling me what I do and don’t wanna know a lot lately." He pointed out. "If I didn't wanna know I wouldn't ask." When she still didn't say anything he gave her a look that told her to answer the question.

"I can't answer that question without bad mouthing her. I care about you and she's your wife, I don't wanna talk bad about her around you." She argued.

"Yeah she is my wife," he said looking amused, "but you're a very dear friend and I wanna know your thoughts."

"No you do-" the sharply pointed look he gave her cut her off. "Fine, yes, I meant it. I think Lori should have to sleep in the bed she made."

"She thought I was dead, she was grieving." He defended her. Cassie bit her lips closed, nostrils flaring. "Say it. Whatever you're thinking, say it."

"They disrespected your memory." Cassie said it. "Just a week after you were supposedly gone, Rick, if that. If it was a one time mistake, a moment of weakness, sure whatever, it happens I guess, but it wasn't. Daryl and I stumbled across them in the woods. According to him they'd been going at it like rabbits for days at that point." Rick's shoulders slacked as did his jaw. "While I was crying alone in the woods, grieving you, cursing God for taking you from me, she was screwing Shane. You deserve better."

Things fell silent again as they both stared off into space as he let her words sink in and she tried to come to terms with the fact that she'd just said that to him. Eventually he looked across his shoulder at her. "Why’d Daryl break up with you?" He asked.

"That's a can of worms I'd rather leave sealed." She answered.

Rick sighed, glancing outside. “I need to head out before we lose the light.” He pushed himself up and she followed suit. “But this conversation ain't over.” He gave her a pointed look and she gave him a nod in return.

He started walking away and got as far as the opening of the hayloft before she spoke up. “Rick?” He stopped and turned back to see her walking over to him, stopping with a foot a space between them. “Be safe out there.”

The fear in her eyes, the fear of losing him, caused him to cup her cheek in his hand, gently slipping his thumb over the bruise. “I will.”

“Promise?” She asked.

Rick leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Promise.”

Daryl, who'd been on his way to talk to Cassie, paused when he saw Rick kiss her on the head. With a scoff and a shake of his head he turned and walked away.

Cassie watched from the barn as Glenn and Rick climbed into Carol's car and drove away.

A few hours later she was sitting in the loft, strumming the guitar when the sound of someone climbing the ladder caught her attention and she stopped. With a racing heart she watched the opening only to see Shane's walk in. “Oh, it's just you.” she sighed, her whole demeanor falling as she looked down, letting her hair fall in her face.

“Sorry to disappoint.” He shot back as he walked over and made himself comfortable on the bale of hay to her right.

“What do you want?” She asked, sounding tired.

“I haven't seen you around. Wanted to make sure you're okay.” He answered.

She kept her eyes on her hands. “I'm fine.”

“See, why am I not buying that?” He asked, leaning down in an attempt to get in her line of view, but she kept her head down. “Would you at least look at me?”

“I know what you look like.” She replied matter-of-factly.

“Cassie.” He dead panned. So she looked up at him, her hair slipping out of the way revealed the purple spot on her cheek. His face morphed in the blink of an eye. “What the hell is that?”

“It's not what you think.” She reasoned.

“Son of a bitch, did he hit you!?” He asked, pure rage in his eyes.

“No. Daryl would never hurt me.” She assured him. “Not physically anyway.”

“But he did hurt you.” Shane pointed out. As he grabbed her chin and tilted her face to look at it. “Start talkin’ before I start killin’.”

Cassie heaved out a sigh. “Lori slapped me because I called her a cheating bitch. Daryl hurt me by breaking up with me.”

Shane let go of her face. “Why'd he break up with you?”

“Don't really feel like talking about it.” She answered evasively.

“Alright, just answer me this: Do I need to kick his ass?” He asked, completely serious.

“Na, I already knocked him on it.” She answered, making him smirk. “If I thought he deserved more he would have got it.”

“That's my girl.” He said, tussling her hair like a proud dad. “Standin’ up for yourself and rufflin’ feathers. You're a chip off the old block.”

Cassie wrinkled her nose and tried to tame her hair. “This bonding stuff is weird.”

“Seriously, you gonna be okay?” He asked with a jerk of his chin at her.

“Yeah, eventually, it's just hard. I can't exactly avoid him and forget we ever happened.” She answered, looking down at her hands.

“Yeah I get that.” he sighed, leaning forward to place his elbows in his knees.

“Everyone hates me now.” she added. “Guess I really am a chip off the old block.”

“It’s okay to be a little hated sometimes.” Shane replied. “I know I’m not the best one to give advice, but if you did what you know deep down was right, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“If I hadn’t wen’t into that barn, Hershel wouldn’t be missing right now and Beth wouldn’t be catatonic. I did that to them.” she argued.

“So you think you should have let them keep on living in fantasyland? Thinking their family was going to get better?” Shane asked.

“No, they needed closure.” she answered. “I just don’t know if that was the right way to go about it.”

“Like it or not, you can’t turn back time and change it.” Shane replied. “Regardless of the outcome, I’m proud of you.”

Cassie was quiet for a minute as she just looked at him. “You’ve never said that to me before.”

Shane was quiet for a minute. “Why do you think I pushed you so hard to join the police force or something other than music?”

“Because you wanted me to be like you.” she answered with what she always thought to be true.

“No.” Shane said with a shake of his head. “Because you are a leader. You just needed something to pull it out of you.”

Cassie hummed. “Who knew it would be trying to get you to shut the hell up that would pull it out of me.”

Shane just scoffed out a laugh and shook his head as he stood up and headed for the ladder. They both knew it was really the loss of Sophia that did it and she was just trying to make light off the topic.

“Hey Dad?” She called and he stopped and turned back. “Thanks.” she told him, meaning it.

“Mm Hmm.” He hummed with a nod. “Are you coming to dinner?”

“Probably not.” She sighed. “Just let me know when Rick gets back?”

“Will do.” He replied then left.

An hour or so later Lori found her. “Hey, Rick's not back yet.”

“Okay?” Cassie replied, not looking up from the guitar in her lap that she'd been playing to distract herself.

“Beth isn't getting any better. She needs Hershel, now.” She started making Cassie look up at her. “So you're gonna go into town and bring them back.”

Cassie's eyes turned glaring. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. This…all of this, is your fault.” Lori told her, rage in her eyes. “My husband is out there trying to fix your mistake.” she said with a point over her shoulder. “You pushed Hershel to drinking, you pushed Beth to the breaking point.”

Cassie’s eyes watered before she pushed it back. “So you expect me to just go into town and bring them back, by myself?”

“Convince Daryl to go with you.” She said as if it were no big deal.

“Yeah,” she scoffed, blinking back her tears, “I’d have a better chance of convincing the devil to let hell freeze over.” Lori watched as Cassie started gathering her stuff. “He's ain’t gonna help me do shit, especially when it comes to Rick.” Cassie grabbed her quiver then headed out of the barn.

Lori followed her down. “Then ask T.” She tried.

“I'm not putting anyone else in danger.” Cassie opened the door of Maggie's car and flipped down the sun visor. The keys fell onto the floorboard so she scooped them up, slid into the driver's seat and put her bow in the back seat. As she cranked it, Lori got in beside her. “Get out.”

“I'm not letting you go alone.” Lori said stubbornly.

“And I don't want your death added to my conscience.” Cassie fought back. “You're pregnant, you could get hurt.”

“You know?” Lori asked.

“Yeah.” Cassie answered.

“Then you know why I need Rick back.” She pointed out. “Hershel too.”

Cassie thought about it for a moment before she wrinkled her nose and bore her teeth. “Fine.” She pushed the door open and got out. “But if we're doing this, you're driving, I'm navigating. You suck at reading maps.” They switched places and Cassie grabbed the map out of the glove box.

A few minutes into the drive Lori asked, “how did you find out that I'm pregnant?”

“Rick told me.” She answered matter-of-factly.

“He did?” Lori asked with a wide eyed glance at her across her shoulder.

“Why do you look so surprised?” Cassie asked. “He was a freaking mess, he needed someone to talk to and it's not like he could talk to Shane about it. Thanks to you he's lost that friend.” Lori was quiet so she continued. “Thanks for trying to abort my little brother or sister, by the way.”

“It’s Ricks.” Lori argued.

“In theory, because he’s your husband, but we both know the likelihood of it actually being his is slim to none.” she said, resentment in her voice. “You and I’ve been sharing feminine hygiene products for the last month and a half. So I know that your cycle started two days after mine and that it stopped a day before mine. That gives me a pretty good indication of your fertile window and during that window is when you and Shane were, as Daryl put it, going at it like rabbits.” Lori looked at her with wide eyes. “It’s really not that hard to figure out.”

Lori stayed quiet for a few minutes, lost in thought. Thinking about how Cassie acted around Rick. How many times she’d seen her hug him, smile at him timidly. Looking back at what Lori had thought to be shyness, was really something else entirely. How Cassie and Rick had been talking about important topics. How Rick didn’t stop her from pulling that stunt at the barn. Finally she asked, “what did you mean earlier, when you said Daryl wouldn't help you, especially when it comes to Rick?” Cassie didn't answer. “Is that why he broke up with you?” Once again Cassie didn't answer. “Cassie!” Lori yelled.

Cassie kept looking down at the map in her hands. “I don't wanna talk about it.”

“Cassie, are you in love with my husband?!” Lori yelled, looking at Cassie.

Cassie’s head snapped up at Lori’s question.

A movement on the road, seen in the corner of Cassie's vision, made her look to see a walker shamble out in front of the car. “Watch out!”

Lori tore her eyes off of the younger woman to look at the road and swerve. The front corner of the car clipped the walker before the car sped off the road into a tree that ramped the car. Cassie screamed, her head hitting the window, knocking her out as the car flipped.

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[daintylovers]

Champagne Coast

1.3 The Gamble

Seth Cohen x OC (Hailey Atwood)

"We've got to stop meeting like this," was the first thing out of Mr. Cohen's mouth. "Some good news, Kirtsen's company has dropped all charges, which means after your hearings, you two should be out in no time."

"When's that?" Ryan asked for the both of us.

"Thirty to sixty days." My heart sank to my stomach. I couldn't last another week here, much less two months. Don't let society fool you, girls can be just as evil and twisted as guys.

Noticing my grimace, Mr. Cohen continued, "I could get you both out sooner if I could release you into the care of a parent or guardian."

I watched Ryan turn his attention to the side, so I copied. As nature would have it, that's the exact moment that Ken-doll-whatever-the-fucks-name got released and embraced by his mom. What a joke.

"Hailey, Ryan, you know if I could," Mr. Cohen started to trail off, "It will be okay guys." Was he serious?

"No offense Mr. Cohen," Ryan spat, "but almost dying, having been abandoned, and watching my sister have to live behind bars, doesn't really feel like it's all going to be okay."

"We will find your mother."

That's when I jumped in, "No you won't. And even if you do, she doesn't want us. She made that perfectly clear by leaving."

Mr. Cohen turned his fatherly/disappointed face on, "If you two would have just come to me, instead of running away,"

Interrupting, I said, "What? So we could become social services or a foster home's problem?"

"You two could have died in that house. Hailey, do you even care?"

"Look at my neck and ask me that again." I snapped back, becoming more and more agitated by the minute. The bruises were bright purple this morning, outlining where my throat had been crushed.

"Thank you, Mr. Cohen. But Hailey and I can protect ourselves. We always have." Ryan said, then got up to walk away.

"We'll talk again before the hearings."

Biding him a farewell, I said, "Tell Mrs. Cohen, that I really do appreciate everything she's done for us. The same goes for you," I stood up, then added, "Also, tell Seth thanks. He's probably the sweetest kid I've ever met. Even though he's annoying sometimes."

Mr. Cohen looked shocked at the mention of his son. "Of course Hailey. Again, if you need anything, give us a call."

****

"Get off him!" I screamed.

We had all been in line for lunch, later that day, when Ryan got ambushed by some bigger guy. The guy had pinned Ryan down, and the main one was repeatedly trying to punch him.

When it began, I immediately discarded my tray and went to try and help him. Cause, I clearly haven't learned my lesson on fighting stronger boys.

"Get this bitch outta here!" the main one yelled, and one of his lackeys got off Ryan and stormed up to me. I watched as Ryan started choking from the lack of air he was receiving.

I was flailing my body around, "Get the hell off me!" I screamed. I broke free when I slammed my foot down onto his. I swear I heard a crunch.

The guy let go of me, and I reached for the only weapon I could find. A lunch tray. I swung at my captor first, hitting him across the face, so he wouldn't try and attack me again. Then I ran up behind the main one and smacked him in the back of the head.

I was sort of successful. His attention was off of Ryan. But now, it was on me instead. I tried swinging the tray again, but he caught it. Throwing it to the side, I tried scrambling out of his way. But the one from before recovered quicker than I anticipated, grabbing my arms to stop my escape.

Suddenly, I saw stars. The motherfucker actually punched a girl. Though, we were in prison, so I probably should have thought about that. He went in for another one, but a guard grasped his arm, pulling him back.

I was yanked into a guard's arms but lost consciousness as soon as my head hit his chest. I missed Ryan calling out my name, asking if I was okay.

****

I was still in the nurse's station when a guard stopped by, telling me I had a visitor. The nurse fixed me up, but I was still running late. However, if I had a visitor, than Ryan must have as well, so he could keep them company.

From what I could feel, my lip was busted, and my nose had started bleeding. But both my eyes were fine. I had slight bruising on my cheek, nothing that a little concealer couldn't hide. Not that I had anyone worth wearing makeup that would come and visit.

The nurse released me into the guard's care, and we walked down to the visitor's center. I always tried to joke with the guards. My favorites laughed a little, this one though, was not my biggest fan.

Walking in, I was mortified. I could see Ryan, talking to two people. One with a familiar head of black curls. Someone shoot me now.

I made my way around the table, keeping my head down, so the pair couldn't see the damage that had just been inflicted.

"Hey! I was wondering when you would show." Seth started, already sounding too chipper to be here.

Still keeping my head down, I said, "Had to take care of some things."

I couldn't see it, but his face dropped. Concerned that he had the wrong impression, he tried again, "Well, the house isn't the same without you guys. I miss running into strangers while wearing my Star Wars pants." I laughed at that, recalling our first meeting. He smiled, a laugh was good, right?

"What happened to your neck?" He called out, and I raised my head in a panic. How could he see my neck?

Except he hadn't been talking to me, but with my face in full view, Seth's attention was immediately back onto me.

"Wait, what happened to your, well your everything?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it."

"It's definitely not nothing and no way in hell I won't worry about it. Who did that to you?"

"Doesn't matter Cohen, drop it," I warned. His face fell again at the singular use of his last name.

But luck could never be on my side, "Hey, what the matter mama? Give me a little smile."

Seth, always trying to change the topic said, "Ryan, what happened with you and Marissa? She seemed really weird when I tried to talk to her about last night."

But his questioning went ignored, as Ryan and I kept close eyes on our attacker. "Leave her alone!" I shouted. It was bad enough he had got to me, no way would I let him get to Mrs. Cohen.

"You better shut your mouth bitch. Or I'll make sure you have to get a nose job from how bad I'll break your face." He spat.

Two voices shouted the same thing, "Shut the fuck up!"

It was Ryan and Seth. My heart fluttered a little. No one but Ryan ever stuck up for me.

"Come here, I wanna get a good look at you." The creep continued.

"Seth let's go, now."

"Guards!" Ryan called, sensing the situation take a turn for the worst.

"I only need like two minutes. Five if the bitch from earlier wants to join in, apologize for her behavior earlier." He sneered.

Ryan burst from his spot, "Leave them alone!"

"Seth! Now!"

I stood next to Ryan, "What are you two gonna do about it?"

That was Ryan's final breaking point, as he lunged at the guy, pinning him to the wall. But this guy was seriously string or something, punching Ryan once in the nose, causing my brother to stumble back into the table we had just been sitting at.

Seeing my chance, I grabbed the asshole's head and slammed it into the table, where Ryan had fallen.

"Hailey!" Someone shouted. I turned my head, trying to figure out if it had been Seth or Mrs. Cohen. But suddenly they were both saying it again, and I felt myself being yanked back, falling onto the floor. My head smacked off the concrete, and I blacked out for the second time that day.

Fuck, I probably have brain damage.

****

I felt the worst case of deja vu hit me when I woke up. A guard was telling the nurse that I was being called for. Had that all been a dream?

If it was, I would definitely not look to see who was calling my name. I would probably try to say more to Seth. Ignore the poor boy less.

The nurse checked me once more, warning that if I suffered any more hits to my head, I would need to visit the emergency room. I thanked her, then followed the guard. I met up with Ryan and we were given our clothes from last night back. Honestly, these should have just been tossed. They reeked of smoke and had the ashes dripping across the floor to prove it. We changed, separately, and then walked out into the hot, hot California sun.

It was insanely bright, so it took a minute for my eyes to adjust. But when they had, I had never felt so grateful. Seth and Mrs. Cohen had come to our rescue. Thank god too, cause come dinner, I probably would have actually gone to that emergency room.

Ryan thanked her, but she countered, "No, please don't say thank you. How could I let you two get beaten up in there?"

We both smiled at her, relieved to be in their presence instead of the inmates.

****

"Seth! What did we tell you? No video games," Mr. Cohen walked in but fell short when he noticed his son had company. The same company he had visited before work this morning. "Never mind, have fun kids." Then he made his way into the kitchen.

"You know," Seth started up, "I got a call from him after he left you guys this morning. Something about one of you talking about me. Thanking me for my heroic efforts at trying to provide a better life for you." He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"That's crazy," I countered, "Ryan, I didn't know you to be such a sap."

"Oh yeah, I just love little curly-headed boys with obsessions with video games." Ryan played along.

"What kinds of boys do you love Hailey?" Seth singsonged out, leaning his body closer to me.

Pushing him away I said, "Definitely not those types of boys. They're weirdos."

"Oh, awesome. Totally not my favorite type of boy as well."

Ryan spoke up, "Wait, I thought you're favorite type of boy would be handsome and ruggish. The kind of guy who recently served time and has the scars to prove it."

"You guys are ridiculous. Get a room already." I laughed out.

"We have one," Seth pointed out, "We just need our privacy now."

"Be careful Seth, or those rumors about you might start becoming true."

"Who told you about the rumors?" He shrieked. "Was it Marissa? I bet it was."

"Oh my god, I didn't know there were actual rumors." I laughed.

His cheeks turned red, "Look, that doesn't matter, I like girls okay."

Ryan patted him on the back, "Keep telling yourself that man."

"You two are evil, you know that."

Just then, Kirsten walked into the room, "You three are coming with me to set up for Casino Night. Don't worry Hailey, I have the perfect dress for you."

If only I had known that our mother would show up, as we finished setting up.

**** I was in the middle of the world's most awkward dinner.

"What happened to the restaurant?" Ryan asked, at least trying with her.

"They made cutbacks." Our mom answered, with her head slightly lowered.

"You mean they fired you." I pointed out.

"It was for the best," She tried, "You know, the rats and bugs. Disgusting" I felt my eyes roll into the back of my skull. If I was lucky enough they would get stuck back there.

"You seen Trey?"

"Tried. Went to prison, but he wouldn't visit me."

"Wonder why," I said under my breath. Ryan elbowed my side, not in the mood to deal with our impending fight.

Mrs. Cohen tried her luck, "Where are you living these days?"

"I'm in between places at the moment."

"Don't lie to her, Dawn, she means that she's in between men right now." I spat. "What happened to the last one?" I didn't even like him, but I was a little curious. After all, I thought he had convinced my mom to leave with him. To leave us.

"I ended things. He was no good, you know. He laid his hands on us one too many times." Great.

Seth's pity-filled eyes started burning into the side of my head, but I wouldn't look at him. He didn't need to know just how many men had put their hands on me.

"Mom!" Ryan exploded, feeling the same shame coursing through his veins.

"What? I'm just saying. Plus with all his drinking and the coke habit-"

But I cut her off once more, "You mean both of your drinking and coke habits? You're suddenly cold turkey for the first time in two years and you genuinely expect us to believe you. You're full of shit and you know it." I pointed a finger at her. I really wanted to point my knife at her, but for Cohen's sake, I didn't.

Ryan burst from his seat, as Dawn called after him, "Where are you going?"

"It was bad enough living through it the first time, I don't care much for a rehashing of my top ten worst experiences."

He walked into the living room but she was quick to follow him. So I was quick to follow her. I noticed Seth get up to do the same, so I said, "Sit down Cohen." And so Cohen sat back down.

"What are you even doing here?"

"I came back," she started, "to be with the two of you."

"You left us a note." My voice cracked out. "A stupid note, written on a napkin, not even decent paper."

Ryan continued, "You abandon us. You threw us out. You left. You just left."

"It's gonna be different now."

"It's never different with you," I said.

She went to hold me, but I jerked away, "It will be this time. A fresh start. Plus, we've never had this kind of help before. These are good people, and they'll help us become good people." Noticing how I still wasn't letting up, she caved, "Fine, I'll go if that's really what you want."

"No," Ryan started, panicked at the thought of losing her again, "We can try. We can try again if you really mean it."

"She doesn't want me here. It only works if you both want me to stay."

Ryan looked at me, pleading with me. How could I deny him his own mother? He picked me up time and time again, this was the least I could do for him. Yet, everything in my body was on fire. I truly hated her. More than I could stomach. But it was for Ryan. I would do anything for Ryan. "Please stay Mom."

Ryan let go of a breath he had been holding, "We can start slow, okay? We can do this."

****

The next day, I avoided all human contact for as long as I possible could. Mom and Ryan had asked if I wanted to go down to the beach, but I declined, saying I was still sore from the previous day's events. Which wasn't a total lie, but Ryan knew. Still, he didn't push it. Seth ventured in soon after, asking if I wanted to play video games, but I declined that as well. He offered a few other things, but I shot him down each time. He made sure I knew he would be just around the corner if I changed my mind, and I thanked him. Mr. Cohen came in with breakfast but didn't say much else. It was Mrs. Cohen who surprised me most.

She came in, after my nap, and told me to get up. She said it more politely, but still. "There's still a party tonight, and it would be good to get your mind off things. Plus I have this gorgeous red dress you should try on!" I smiled at that, then shrugged my bones off the couch.

Mrs. Cohen, fixed me up to look like a classier version of the Playboy Playmates, and I can honestly say I've never felt sexier. My hair was curled, and the dress had a slit on the side, showing my leg. They don't play about Vegas around here.

When I walked downstairs, I saw Dawn first. She looked alright but paled in comparison to Mrs. Cohen. Full hate.

I walked past her, to stand next to Seth, who looked very nice in his suit.

"You look amazing." He said, sounding out of breath.

"Not too bad yourself, Seth. Hoping to find a girlfriend tonight?" I teased.

He laughed back, "Yeah, something like that."

And we headed to Vegas.

****

Or, a close enough look alike.

Once arriving, I steered clear of Dawn, sticking to Seth's side. We gambled money that wasn't ours and had the time of our lives doing it. I snuck us a few drinks as Seth remarked about how bad of an influence I was.

"At this rate, we might as well get those tattoos from before." He said.

"Yeah and lose our virginities too," I laughed.

We both giggled like schoolchildren at the mention of sex before a pair of dice rolled next to my heels. Bending down, I retrieved them, only to be face to face with Summer, the girl from the first night.

"Hey! Ryan's sister, Hailey, right?" she said.

"Yeah, you finally remembered my name." I smiled.

"Course I did, I have to remember who all the pretty girls in town are so I can either befriend them or take them down."

I handed her the dice, "Noted. Which category do I fall into?"

""First one. But I will warn you, I don't handle rejected well," then she added, "Wait, blow on my dice." And shoved her hands in my face.

I obeyed, locking eyes with her while I bent down to blow in her hands.

"Yeah, definitely befriend," she started, "I'm superstitious and I heard that this will help me win. I hope you're my good luck charm." And then she walked away. Was it wrong that I hoped to be her good luck charm as well?

I turned to Seth, whose cheeks were red once again. He stuttered out, "That might have been the hottest thing I've ever seen. And I've seen tons of porn."

Scrunching up my nose, I said, "That's awful Seth. Thank you."

You're very welcome," then he held out our dice, "Wanna blow on these too?"

My mouth fell open in shock, "In your dreams, loser." I turned my back to him, blinding grabbing his hand, and tugged him to the next game.

We played for a little longer before a crash interrupted everyone's fun. Having a gut feeling, I rushed to the sound. I never wished I was more wrong. It was Dawn. Splayed out on the floor, eyes glassy. Which meant she had been drinking.

"Ryan, Hailey, I must have slipped. It's these damned shoes," then she ripped the footwear off, "Why are you all staring? Someone help me up!"

So I walked away, too embarrassed to be seen near here. Seth found me pretty quickly, "You alright?"

His hands rubbed up and down my arms, "Fine." was all I said.

****

She left again. Not even leaving me a note this time. Ryan had to tell me. He had been crying about it, which made everything feel worse.

I hugged him, gripping his shirt like I was the one crying. He would never admit this to anyone, but the boy cried often. More often than I did. Not that it was a bad thing, but he felt like it didn't match his quiet and mysterious aura.

I let him cry for a few minutes before he pulled away, "We should go eat." was all he said.

We met up with Seth in the kitchen, who wanted to play Twenty Questions. "Are you guys alright? And where's your mom?"

Mrs. Cohen answered for us, "They're going to stay with us for now." Thank god.

[abbatoirablaze]

Princess & Bunny, Chapter 7

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: mentions of being drugged, manipulation, coercion/manipulative sex, unprotected sex/smut, spitroasting, double penetration, knotting/spining, a/b/o sex, filmed noncon sex, morally grey characters.

The party was raging on around Princess and Ransom.  He’d returned in a sour mood a few hours before it started, growling on about how Harlan wouldn’t just tell him what he wanted to know.  And Princess, feeling neglected, just had to poke the sleeping panther. 

“Just forget about her, Hughie…”

“I told you to stop calling me that,” Ransom growled at the needy omega.  Princess whimpered and his jaw clenched, “I’ve already left Linda a message…when she finally decides to pick up her phone you all are going to have a lot of explaining to do…you all tricked me.  Made me think it was you instead of-“

“Instead of Bunny!” she finished, shooting him a glare, “yeah.  Because Linda couldn’t let Bunny ever be the one who fucked up.  The news killed our father, and she blamed me.  She was always the perfect fucking angel…but you’re mine, Ransom.  Not hers.  You shouldn’t have even been in her roo-“

“SHE’S MY MATE!” the alpha roared, finally losing his composure, “TAKE WHATEVER IT IS YOU THINK I OWE YOU, AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS, PRINCESS.  YOU MANIPULATED ME INTO THINKING THAT KINGSTON WAS OURS.  THAT YOU WERE MY MATE INSTEAD OF BUNNY!  YOU AND LINDA.  I WAS THINKING ABOUT IT THE WHOLE DRIVE BACK HERE!  YOU MADE HER STOP HANGING AROUND ME WHEN YOU TWO STARTED PRESENTING.  YOU MADE IT SO THAT SHE SPENT ALL OF HER TIME WITH MY MOM AND THAT I WAS STUCK WITH YOU!”

“You wanted my attention, Ransom…whether you’re willing to admit it, or not…”she huffed.

“Well, I’ve realized that I wanted the wrong twin all along!” he spat, “now just do me a favor and leave me the hell alone until Linda comes and picks you up!”

“Hey doll, what’s got you lookin’ so sad, huh?” Bucky asked as he watched the needy omega glare at Ransom, “you and big brother having a little fight?”

“We heard you two arguing this afternoon while we were setting up,” Steve frowned sympathetically as he wrapped his arm around her waist, “are you okay?”

“He can be so cruel sometimes!” she whimpered tipsily, looking between the two strong alphas, “it’s always about Bunny…I just want to be good enough for once.”

“Oh sweetheart, you’re perfect,” Pronge offered, walking up to the brothers and her.  She sniffled and he handed her his own red solo cup, taking her empty one off of her, “if he can’t see that, then he’s as dumb an alpha as can be…”

“Yeah…” she sniffled, taking a long, heavy drink from the cup.  She went to hand it back, but Pronge only shook his head.

“Keep it, sweetheart…better yet…I can grab us some more…and we can head up to my room?  You don’t need to be around all this garbage…you just need some alphas that want to pamper you,” he offered, shooting his brothers a wink when she nodded, taking another drink.  Bucky and Steve’s eyes lit up, “we can all sit down and listen to you tell us all about what a mean alpha old Ransom is…how’s that sound, pretty girl?”

“O-Okay…” she sniffled allowing Pronge to lead her up to his room, “you know what the worst thing about it is?”

“What’s that, pretty girl?”

“I gave him my virginity,” she whimpered sadly, “and it’s like it didn’t even matter.”

“What a shame!” Steve added in as they started up the stairs, “that asshole…”

“I know,” she huffed, “I-I just had sex with him not even last week too…I’ve never been spined or anything, so it was new…and my pussy hurt so bad after because nothings ever been in there.”

“You’ve never…played with yourself?” Bucky asked curiously.

She shook her head, whimpering against Pronge’s shoulder, “even in heat…Linda always said that it was wrong so I-I’ve never-“

“Aww, it’s okay, kitten…we’ve got you!”

Steve raised his brow and Pronge shot him another wink, mouthing ‘heat powder.’

Steve smiled, leading her into Pronge’s room.  That’s when he noticed just how she was acting.  She was shifting around like her clothes were too itchy, and a thin line of sweat appeared at her hairline.  She took another few sips of the beer before putting it down on his desk, “is it hot in here to you guys?”

“Probably just you not used to the alcohol…you know what you need to do?”

“Hey-wh-where’s Bucky?”

“Oh he’s just grabbing us some more beer,” Steve smiled, “but you know…Pronge’s right…you’re so new to partying, you’re probably not used to the beer…if you’re feeling hot, you could always take off your dress…”

“Wh-what?” she giggled, “but then I would only be in my underwear…”

“I-I think one of my old girlfriends left one of her skirts and a top…might be more…comfortable…” Pronge offered with a shrug, “that dress looks really uncomfortable…”

She frowned at the suggestion.  She hadn’t thought about just how the fabric felt, but thinking about it, it did seem a little itchy on her skin.

“Y-you wouldn’t mind?”

“Oh, not at all, sweetheart!” Pronge smiled, already reaching for the schoolgirl outfit that he’d had from his various roleplaying outfits that he’d film his exes in, “you know what though…that underwear might be uncomfortable too…might as well just…take that off…”

“Y-yeah…” she said nervously, “I am feeling a little…uncomfortable with them on.  Thanks”

Bucky walked in with fresh beers, not bothering to close the door behind himself.  The men smiled as she took the schoolgirl outfit and began stripping down.  Already, the instant heat powder was working its magic.  Her nipples were pebbled, and the boys could smell her slick. 

Bucky growled and another wave of slick collected at her entrance.  She turned around, the outfit snugly fitting her.  Her breasts could nearly be seen through the thin white material of the shirt, and the skirt barely covered the round globes of her ass.  She bent slightly back to the desk for the cup and the three men growled, seeing her slick sex on display. 

But it was Bucky who had already unzipped and dropped his jeans.  His hardened length stood at attention as he started in behind her.  She yelped, nearly dropping her cup as Bucky’s large, calloused hands ensnared her hips.

“Bu-Bucky…”

“Shhhh…relax, pretty kitten…this dog’s got a bone to bury…deep in your perfectly wet little cunt.”

Another wave of slick poured from her entrance.  Bucky smirked as he lined himself up, the tip of his cock already collecting some of her wetness.

“I-I’ve never-“

“Let us think for you,” Bucky alpha commanded, “just relax and take our cocks like a good little needy omega…”

“O-okay…”

“Steve…you get her mouth…”

“With pleasure,” the blonde smiled, licking his lips.  Princess moaned when Steve appeared in front of her, “get on the bed, sweetheart…Buck and I are going to make you forget all about Drysdale.”

Princess was a mess. 

She’d been used up by Steve and Bucky, but they weren’t the only ones.

No one had bothered to close the door, and from downstairs, most of the frat brothers could smell the woman in heat; artificial or otherwise. 

So, when the alphas came up and saw her getting spit-roasted by Barnes and Rogers, they started lining up. 

She’d been at the house for nearly a week and was only meeting some of his frat brothers when they decided they were going to have a turn with her. 

Princesses eyes rolled into the back of her head as Curtis’ knot inflated inside of her pussy, his cum painting her walls, just like Barnes’ did before him.  She was panting as she needily rode him, the knot tugging at her entrance. 

Curtis growled, his nails creating crescent moons on her hips, that was sure to create bruises in the morning.

Princess was fucking herself on his knot, taking every ounce of his seed that she could get. 

Meanwhile, the man who had started it all, Pronge, was eagerly allowing his frat brothers to line up, encouraging them all to take a turn with Drysdales’ sister while he filmed it. 

Curtis growled as another alpha stalked over, “Wanna see how much she can handle?”

“Fuck off Storm!”

“Then get out of her pussy,” the playboy smirked, “me and Colin wanna have a go…and either you lay down on the bed and we take her throat and ass, or you clear out…”

He gave another growl but pulled his half-hard cock out of her with a harsh tug, his knot giving a hefty popping noise as he left her cunt a sopping mess, “enjoy sloppy thirds…asshats.”

Johnny didn’t care though. 

“You want her cunt, ass, or mouth?”

“Mouth, all day, baby,” he smirked, “see if she can handle me while my knot hits the back of her throat…”

“Anyone cool with taking her cunt while I take her ass and Colin takes her mouth?”

Another one of their brothers, Lance Tucker stepped forward, “you guys know I’m always up for some gymnastics…”

“Please,” Princess whimpered, her fingers already buried knuckle deep in her pussy as she tried to hit another orgasm.  Her back arched and the three alphas growled, seeing her pussy already fucked raw, her clit swollen and heavy, and her body covered in a thin glossy sheen, “need you alpha…alphas…please…give me your knots…”

“God, I love college,” Johnny smirked, picking Princess up as though she weighed nothing.  Lance  grinned, already stripping down, as he laid on the bed.  Princess whimpered watching as he gave his hardened length a few good pumps, “ready, Tucker?”

“C’mere omega…” he growled seductively.  The omega shivered, and the boys smelled a fresh wave of slick collecting at her entrance, mixing with her two previous partners’ cum, “gonna show you who the god of this pussy is now…”

Johnny helped place her on him, impaling her with his cock.  The omega panther moaned, throwing her head back as she felt herself being filled by his length, “Alpha…”

“Ready for another cock, baby?”

Princess nodded eagerly as Colin kneeled on the bed, his length almost out of her reach.  She whimpered, opening her mouth, “Please alpha…need…need it all...”

She yelped, shooting up when she felt Johnny behind her, his cock tapping against her ass.  But it was Lance who growled, pulling her back down onto his length, hard and fast.  She nearly howled out, half in pleasure half in pain from being slammed down on his cock. 

Colin took advantage of her mouth being opened, and grabbed her by the hair, only to fill the open hole with his own cock.  She nearly choked as he bucked hard into her mouth, not bothering with any foreplay. As she caught her breath, Johnny wasted no time in collecting some of the slick from her thighs and spreading it over the head of his cock. 

And without warning, he slammed into her, stretching her virginal rosebud around his own girthy length. 

“Oh, fuck, omega,” Johnny growled as he seated himself in her ass.  He bucked his hips gently, sending her forward on Colin’s length.  He slapped her ass and Lance growled again as he pulled her back towards Johnny and himself, “we’re gonna have fun with you alright.”

Everything hurt. 

Her jaw felt sore. 

Her pussy felt raw.

Her ass felt like it was torn in two.

And her head felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to it. 

Princess whimpered as the light trailed in through the window.  As she raised her arm to try to block out some of the light, she realized that the pain extended to her joints as well.  Opening her eyes, she noticed the bruises on her hips and arms. 

But worst of all, she felt an unbearable pain in her neck.  Her fingers reached up, and her mouth opened in a horrified gasp.

She’d had a brand new mating mark in place of the one that she’d gotten removed.

And worst of all, she didn’t remember who she’d gotten it from.

Chapter 8

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 67. brb x oc

a/n: DADDY IS HOME!!! DADD Y IS H O MEEE. A bit short because it's been raining and I wanted to post before the connection went caput 8)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff FLUFF

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Nicole was one of the cutest babies around and she wasn’t saying that because she was her daughter, but because some of the other wives and husbands that were at the base said so. There was something about those jade colored eyes and cherub like cheeks, her hair pulled up into two full pigtails atop of her head making her look like a little doll.

She was looking around the base by whipping her head back and forth, now that she could hold it up it opened a whole realm of possibilities for her. Beatrice just smiled, kissing her head as she adjusted the hold on Nicole. While she did bring her stroller, she chose to carry Nicole inside just so Rooster could see her.

“Are you excited to see daddy?” Beatrice asks, bouncing her little girl, “Yaaay,daddy is coming home!” Nicole just babbles something and gurgles a laugh, “Yeah,I know,honey.”

Thankfully the sun wasn’t so painfully hot that day which meant she put some sunscreen on Nicole and had a hat in case there was need for more protection in her back pocket and she could look around without her sunglasses. She didn’t seem to notice the woman looking over at her until she stepped closer, “Hi,” Beatrice blinked in the woman’s direction, “I remember you, Beatrice,right?”

“...yes,that’s me.”

“Oh,I’m sorry,I’m Lydia.” the woman smiles, then looks down at the little boy next to her, “And this is Tommy.” the boy squeaked out a shy ‘hello’ “I’m sorry if this seems random but I remember you from…a few years back? You are Rooster’s wife,right?”

She didn’t want to flinch at the casual way she said her husband’s callsign but she remembered that it was possible this woman’s partner knew Rooster, “Yeah,I am.”

“And who is this?” Nicole just blinks at her, “Your baby girl?”

“Ah,yeah, this is Nicole.” Beatrice smiles, swiping some strands of hair away from her daughter’s face, “She’s our daughter.”

“She’s really cute.” Lydia says, “I’m waiting for my husband, Thomas. He and Rooster know each other.”

“Ah I see,” Rooster never mentioned Thomas before and Beatrice kept that in the back of her mind for now, “You can stay here if you want, if it helps you–”

“No,no! No,I just wanted to greet you and compliment your baby girl.” a hand touches Beatrice’s arm, “Congratulations.”

Beatrice could only watch the woman walk away, furrowing her brows at this strange interaction with a woman that somehow knew her name and whose husband knew Bradley but he never told her about him, “...weird.” she mutters, looking down at Nikki and seeing her stinky eye expression to the woman who just walked away, “Nikki,you are being too obvious.” she laughs, gently brushing her thumb over her furrowed brows, booping her nose after she was done just so her daughter smiled.

“Now we wait for daddy.” she explains, “And auntie Phoenix and uncle Payback too.”

Nicole babbles something in response, but leans back against Beatrice’s arm as they wait for Rooster. Her mother fixes the flowery shirt she put on Nicole with a small grin, proud of the outfit she chose and waiting excitedly for Rooster to finally see their daughter.

It doesn’t take too long for the roar of engines to echo in the sky, the noise not even fazing Nicole who just looked up with interest instead of crying in surprise. While it wasn’t loud, it was amazing to see how unafraid Nicole was of outside noise, she was just curious.

So they waited for a little bit, Beatrice bouncing Nicole in her arms while humming Shot in the Dark by Ozzy Osborne, another song that Nicole heard while inside Beatrice and now was considered her own heavy metal lullaby.

Nicole’s green eyes moved about a bit, several pilots were making their way over to their families, - including Thomas who just approached Lydia and gave her a kiss, but Beatrice still couldn’t say how he knew Rooster - and two of them caught Beatrice's attention.

Payback noticed Nicole first and laughed, “Oh my God, that’s so cute!” he makes his way over with Phoenix not far behind, “Hi Nikki! I love your outfit! You look so nice!” Nicole smiled up at him, reaching for his finger as he held up to her face, “Rooster is going to love it,Bea.”

‘Thank you,” the brunette says, “Is he far behind?”

Phoenix looks past her shoulder to where the young Bradshaw was, “No, he’ll be here in a jiffy.” she said, cooing at Nicole for a few more seconds, “But we gotta go too, nice to see you Bea!”

“Nice seeing you guys too!” she calls, hugging them goodbye and watching them until they disappear from her vision. Beatrice looks forward again and this time, she sees a very tall and handsome pilot in the distance.

He is checking something in his suit, his head is bowed so he hadn’t seen her yet but Beatrice took all that time to admire her husband in all of his over 6” glory. Beatrice bit her lower lip, trying to keep herself from moving and running over to him or else she’d ruin the surprise, “Look Nikki.” she whispers, lifting her baby just a bit, “It’s daddy!”

Nicole looks ahead, eyes moving a bit as she tries to find what Beatrice was talking about. It takes a few seconds but Nicole eventually sees her father and once she does, she starts babbling loudly, wriggling a bit on Beatrice’s arms and even trying to reach the distant image of Rooster, “I know,honey! Yeah it’s daddy! He’s home!”

He is home.

She closed her eyes, thanking whoever was responsible for bringing him home safely in her mind, her shoulders relaxing with a small smile spreading over her lips, “Finally.”

After a while, Rooster finally looks up when he hears the constant and repetitive blabber coming from a baby. Since most of the kids around were older, it was easy to pinpoint that the talkative one was nicole. 

So he looks up, sees Beatrice and a smiling Nicole in her arms…and his eyes narrow. “What the?” he is too far to see it right so he speeds his steps to get closer. And the closer he gets, the sharper his vision is and he finally can figure out what he sees, “Oh my God.” he couldn’t help but laugh, and when he laughs he throws his head back and then had to hold himself up by putting his hands on his knees with the constant chuckling.

Beatrice is close enough that he can hear her own giggles, “Did you like it?”

“Oh…fuck…” he snorts, standing upright to wipe his eyes under the sunglasses, looking back to where they were so he could walk up to them, “This is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Because Nicole was wearing an outfit almost identical to Rooster’s.

With a white tee, a tiny Hawaiian shirt - with coconut trees and in the same shade of yellow from one of his favorite ones - and jeans shorts. Nicole gurgled a laugh, a high pitched noise coming out of her throat as her father got closer, “What’s this,missy?” he playfully scolds her, dropping his bag and propping his hands on his hips,”What’s this? I thought I was the fashionable one in the family.”

Nicole giggled again, reaching out for him and he couldn’t stop himself from picking her up, “Oh you look so cute.” he coos, kissing her cheeks once he’s holding her, “You are so precious, oh my gosh, yes you are!” Nicole touches his face, running her small hands over his mustache  and then reaches for his sunglasses, “What? You want them, Birdie?” he wastes no time in putting them over her own eyes.

Nicole stills, the glasses are crooked and he has to hold them with one hand because they were adult size after all. Nicole just makes a noise again, touching the lens almost trying to adjust them over her eyes as Rooster smiles down at her, “This is so cute,” he says, pinching the colorful fabric of her outershirt, “She wears it well.”

“She got it from her daddy.”

Rooster snorts, looking up to meet Beatrice’s smiling face, approaching her to kiss her lips briefly. He breaks the kiss but keeps his lips above hers, “Hi.”

“Hi.” 

“You look really good as well.”

Beatrice laughs against his mouth, kissing him again as Nicole keeps her hands occupied with the sunglasses, not paying attention to what’s happening around her, “I wanted to surprise you.” she whispers, “And I know you love this dress.”

It was the white summer dress with the small yellow flowers from Phoenix’s barbecue, that dress that just made him almost drop to his knees and stay there because of how cute she looked, “I do love it.” he replies, “Even more when you wear it.” he steps back just to check on their daughter who had now grabbed the sunglasses’ legs and was trying to bite the ends, “No,no, Nikki. No biting.” she makes a sound of displeasure when he grabs the sunglasses again, “How did you pull this off?”

“Hm?”

“What do you mean, hm? This,” he gestures to their daughter’s outfit, “How did you pull this off?”

“Well,” she drawls, walking alongside him as he keeps Nicole tucked into one arm and the other leans down to pick up his back, settling the strap on his shoulder, “I just had to check the tag in your shirt…then I asked for a similar shirt and took to Marcus who was kind enough to make that for Nicole.”

That makes sense.

Rooster just looked down at Nicole who was trying to get the sunglasses again, he just leaned his head down to kiss her cheek one more time, earning a giggle from their daughter “I love it,” he says, “She looks great like this.”

“I thought you’d like the surprise.”

“I do.” he smiles, kissing Beatrice’s head this time, “I gotta change though, can you wait for me?”

“Always.”

Rooster’s heart shuddered over that simple sentence, gently handing Nicole over to her mother, “Good,” he says, cupping her chin to kiss her one more time, “I’ll be right back, you won’t even miss me too much.” he winks at her, backing away from his girls to change while Beatrice smiled, watching him walk away and fighting hard to not drop her eyes to the perfect way that suit hugged his ass.

“No,” she chastises herself, “There’s still time…when we get home.” she whispers to herself, thanking that it was her day off and she wouldn’t have to worry about doing anything in a hurry once they left the base. Nicole tilted her head to see where her father went, letting out a gentle cry when he was nowhere to be found, “Baby, no it’s okay, he’ll be back soon.” Bea says, kissing her soft brown locks and shushing her the best she could, “And then we’ll go home.”

Nicole just hums, still looking to where Rooster went with her big green eyes wide and focused on the very spot he disappeared. Beatrice chuckles down at Nikki, leaning to kiss her soft cheek just like Rooster did as they waited.

Lydia and Thomas walked out of the base, the woman waving at her and Bea waved back, still confused as to how they knew Rooster when he never mentioned them before.

Beatrice watched them disappear in a black car, eyebrows still furrowed and Nicole giving them the stinky eye, only looking away when she feels his lips on the side of her neck “Hmmm, you are smelling so good,” he coos, spinning the car keys on his index finger, “Did you bring the foldable car seat?”

“I did,” she nods to her bag, “The other one was in the jeep so,”

“Yeah, come on Nikki! Time to go home!”

-

The drive home was uneventful, she noticed he looked tired and probably just wanted to lie on the bed and nap by the way he was looking. His hand did stay on her bare thigh, rubbing the flesh up and down as he drove, their chatting only staying within the realm of daily occurrences from both their sides.

When they got home,however - and after the dogs cried and greeted him -, Beatrice asked him about Lydia and Thomas and his response was “Who?”

“Lydia and Thomas.” she repeats, changing arms while holding Nikki, “She said her husband knows you.”

The glass with water tilted to his lips and he drank slowly, his eyes moving away in thought and once he was done he let out a “Ah, Anaheim.” he says, “That’s his callsign. I never heard anyone call him Thomas.”

Oh that makes sense, “Ah, okay…it’s just, well,I never saw him at the bar.”

“You wouldn't, he’s a bit…” he chooses his words carefully, “He doesn’t like drinking or people who drink, which is fine but that also makes him a bit antisocial and not everyone likes him for that.”

“Oh.”

“Or his wife.” he adds, “She…didn’t say anything to you,did she?”

“...no…should I be worried?”

Rooster licked his lips after setting the glass down, “She is…uh…how do I say this, she’s that type of military wife that makes it her personality.” he says while leaning against the counter, “While you are kind,sweet and talented…Lydia is just very intense about her role as a Navy wife and a stay at home mom.”

“She doesn’t seem that bad? She was really nice to me…she did know my name and all.”

“Anaheim probably told her about you because, apparently, I never shut up when it comes to you.” he smirks,crossing his arms over his chest, “And am I to be blamed?”

Beatrice rolled her eyes playfully, walking closer to Rooster when Nicole started blabbering and reaching for him, “No.” she says as her husband picks Nicole up, kissing her soft cheeks soundly over and over just to hear her laughter, “You just never mentioned him before…or anyone else did for that matter.”

With his lips sputtering against Nicole’s cheeks, making their daughter laugh gleefully, he looks back at Beatrice, “Baby, honestly,Thomas is…a cool guy but he just likes other things…I don’t know why exactly Lydia suddenly came up to you but,” he makes a funny face to Nicole who parts her mouth and kicks her legs excitedly, “But she might be scoping new moms for a book club or whatever.”

‘She has a book club?”

“I have no idea.” he responds, kissing Nicole’s forehead and placing her on his chest, her soft cheek resting on the curve of his shoulder, “Wouldn’t put past her…are you sleepy Birdie? Hm?” Nicole holds the collar of his shirt as her eyes blink heavily, “Has she been awake long?”

“Not longer than usual.” Beatrice explains, “She probably got excited when she saw you.”

“Hm.” Rooster smiles, kissing her head one more time, “I can tuck her in if you want, I wouldn’t mind.” He just wanted to hold her a little bit longer, “My sweet girl, look how big you are already.”

‘The doctor said she’s the picture of health,” Beatrice grins, “And that she is very active at four months old, especially because of the hand to mouth movement she does when she’s hungry.” Beatrice places her hand on Nicole’s back, brushing over the fabric of the small Hawaiian gently, feeling the slow rise and fall of her breathing, “So she’s completely fine.”

“Was she fine when I was gone?”

Beatrice hesitates, still touching her daughter’s back, “We both missed you.” was her response with a small smile, “A lot…but she got used to it after a while. After the last video call though…it was a bit sad to see her trying to grab your face through the black screen.”

Rooster frowned a bit, looking down at his dozing off daughter, “Yeah,I can imagine…but I’m home now,birdie.” he coos,”I’m going to tuck her in, she’s already partially asleep.”

“Okay,” Bea smiles, “I’ll prepare our lunch.”

“I can come back down and help you.” he says as he steps around Jack who just wags his tail at him, “I won’t take long.”

“Roos, it’s okay, take as long as you need.” Beatrice smiles, “I’ll be here when you return.”

Rooster gave her a thankful grin before he walked up the stairs humming Great Balls of Fire, in a much slower pace of course, just so Nicole could finally close her eyes and snuggle close to his shirt.

He smiles down at her, hearing the dogs patting around downstairs, the birds outside and Beatrice’s voice gently singing a song. He was so glad to be home.

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

everything's bigger in texas

pairing: joel x reader

tags/cws: size kink, praise kink, p in v, oral f and m receiving, virginity loss

summary: go big or go home on your first time

a/n: reader is a virgin, but is not specified to be a certain age and in my mind is only a bit younger than joel

div creds to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

wc: 2k

tags: @vaaaaaiolet @faysslut @leonfucker3000 @withonly-sweetheart

It's embarrassing. It's the reason why you'd hesitated to even talk to Joel in the first place, fearing he might like you back, in which case, he might ask you out, and according to Cosmopolitan and the metaphorical grapevine, you would only get three dates at most before you'd have to end it. And you better not order the fucking lobster. Ever.

You get dolled up on the night you plan to bid him adieu. You'd feel horrible for wasting his time regardless, but the fact that he decides to treat you to dinner at a fancy restaurant for your third date, makes you feel even worse.

The worst part of it all is: you really like him. He makes you feel like you're in high school again despite the fact that he's decades past that point in his life - it's the way your heart flutters in his presence, the way he makes your cheeks heat up when he compliments you. However, this is anything but an innocent crush. You want more than the kiss on the cheek he gives you when he greets you at your doorstep, more than his hand holding yours as he helps you step in and out of the car, more than his arm around your waist as he leads you to the table.

You want him to fuck you.

You try to give yourself a pep talk in the mirror before he arrives, and for an extra confidence boost, you wear the singular pair of underwear in your drawer that matches the one bra that actually fits right, hoping it'll make you feel sexy. But what good is sexy if you’re not going to have sex?

But, at the restaurant, you decide to order a double shot of liquid courage, which is a one-way ticket to going home with Joel.

He drives with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. He’s so hot that even the smallest things can get you worked up. It’s the first time in a long time that your arousal has been able to override your nerves.

You barely get your coat off before you’re pressed up against the door, and he’s kissing you with a type of hunger you’ve never felt before. You know he'll leave you with a case of stache-rash but you can't bring yourself to care.

You stumble across the room to the couch – you would’ve walked backwards into the coffee table if Joel hadn’t picked you up and carried you. You’re not even that drunk - at least, not on alcohol – just insistent on not breaking the kiss until you’re out of breath and you absolutely have to. 

When his body looms over you, all you're thinking about is the feeling of his lips on yours, his hands playing with your tits, making you gasp when his thumbs brush over your nipples. 

He gets so far as slipping his hand up your dress, but the moment his fingers brush the gusset of your panties, you grab his wrist. 

"Joel—"

"Yeah?" He's quick to sit up and back off completely — not exactly what you intended but you're grateful that he respects boundaries.

"I should just be honest with you. I’ve never done this before, so I’m a little nervous…"

You're more than a little bit nervous, especially when you're so used to guys making up excuses to leave when they notice your hesitance after you reveal the truth, after they find out that they're not guaranteed to have you in bed that night.

Joel doesn't kick you out, not even close, he looks unfazed, and you're at a loss. The script you've planned says: end scene, but the camera is still rolling. You have to ad lib.

“That’s okay. We don’t have to do that. I’m more than satisfied just getting to kiss you. Hell, I’d be happy just to have you sit on the couch with me, not touching or anything.”

You should feel more comfortable - and in a way, it does - but the novelty of the situation still leaves you dumbfounded.

You can see the worry in his eyes gain prominence as you remain silent.

"Hey," he says quietly. "Are you okay? I promise we don't have to do anything like that. We can just hang out, watch a movie or somethin', no touching at all."

"But I want you, Joel. That's the problem. I really want you."

"I want you too, but only when you're ready."

“I am ready, just nervous since this is new to me.”

“Is this your first time doing anything… of that nature?”

"No, I’ve done some things, I just haven’t gone all the way yet."

Handjobs, blowjobs, the whole nine yards - well, really, the first three bases in the sports/sex analogy.

“Would you like to tell me about those things?”

The look in his eyes – sweet and suggestive all at once gives you a spark of confidence. 

"I could tell you, but I’d rather show you," you say with a flirtatious smile. 

"Only if you let me return the favor."

It takes a lot of willpower to keep yourself composed when you're face-to-dick with Joel. You feel a rush of something — lust, nerves, both? All you can think is: there's no way that is ever going to fit inside me.

It doesn't fit down your throat, not even close, but Joel's 50, not 20, so he knows that unlike in pornography, most women cannot deepthroat. He doesn't expect you to even attempt such a feat. Just looking into your eyes while you're on your knees for him is enough to get him there.

Post-orgasm, he's internally beating himself up for not using his good southern manners and pleasing his woman first. The best he can do is double his typical dedication when he goes down on you.

He doesn't need to try that hard. In what feels like mere seconds, Joel's fingers work you open, pulling an orgasm from you when he dips his head between your legs and flicks his tongue over your clit.

When he can tell you're close, he says, "I'm right here, baby. Let go for me." His lips return to your clit and with his reassurance you let yourself fall over the edge.

It's not until your fourth date that you actually make your first attempt to lose your virginity.

He makes you cum twice - once on his fingers, once on his tongue - before he even takes his cock out of his underwear.

You're tired by that time, ready to apologize and see yourself out, but then you look at him, naked and hard in front of you, and despite your exhausted body, your pussy drools (maybe your mouth too). It gives you a jolt of energy, a rush of blood down south.

Joel’s body is positioned perfectly above you, ready to give himself to you, but he waits, looks at you with admiration in his eyes but doesn’t touch you. When he does, it's his right hand on your cheek.

"Are you gonna… put it in?" you say, laughing a little – anything to break the tension.

"Just wanted to make sure you were okay first," he says with a warm smile.

"I'm more than okay," you assure him.

At your confirmation, his kisses move from your cheek to your jaw, they get rougher at your neck, your collarbone. He sucks on your tits until you whine in impatience.

You feel his breath as he huffs out a laugh into your neck between kisses. But you're more focused on the head of his cock prodding at your entrance. When Joel presses himself inside you — one inch first — you both take in a sharp breath. You're audibly wet, but there's still a stretch, a sting.

Joel sees your eyes squeezed shut and feels you tense up.

"You wanna stop?" he asks.

"No," you tell him. "Just… go slow."

He takes your hand, interlocks your fingers, before giving you another inch. For whatever reason, you hadn't expected him to be this sweet during sex, but you have no complaints.

Gradually, it starts to feel better, a lot better. You start to understand why people like this so much.

But then, you accidentally sabotage yourself when your gaze fixates on his cock going in and out of your pussy. A sense of shame falls over you when you realize he's only halfway inside you.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"It's not all the way in," you sigh.

"And that's okay, baby."

"I wanted to be able to take it all… I wanted to be good for you."

"Trust me, baby, it feels fuckin' amazing. You're squeezin' me so damn tight you're gonna make me embarrass myself."

"I can't help it."

"I know," he says, leaning down to whisper beside your ear, "and that's what makes it feel even better."

You whimper quietly - it's a flustered, needy, good noise, but still, Joel cups your cheek and holds infinite comfort within his touch as he shushes you, saying, "you're doing so good for me."

With slight shift of his hips, a change in angle, he hits that special spot inside you and you can feel the pleasure begin to build.

You moan — louder than you intended to — and it almost startles Joel, briefly takes him out of his trace. He doesn't know your sobs of pleasure well enough to be sure they're not ones of pain.

"You okay? You want me to pull out?"

"No, don't pull out. Do that again," you say, frantically grasping at him, horrified at the thought of him no longer being inside you.

"Do what again?" he says with a subtle smirk that lets you know that he knows exactly what. 

"This?” he asks as he hits the same spot again and you can't tell him 'yes' when your mouth is busy with far more obscene noises, so you nod.

"Right there?" he confirms again, as he steadily thrusts in and out of you, not pushing any deeper, only meeting that special spot over and over.

It's rhetorical, and your 'uh-huh' is more than sufficient as an answer.

Pride mixes with lust and he rattles off praises, knowing he'll get your tight, wet heat to clench around him with every single word.

"You're takin' me so well, baby. You look so pretty like this," he says.

You cry out his name like it's the only word you know, over and over again.

"You're gonna make me cum if you keep sayin' my name like that, baby."

And it's not calculated dirty talk, it's just the goddamn truth.

With begging eyes and a mouthful of moans, you nod and hope your wordless gesture will convey the meaning, which is: please.

Your legs wrap around his hips and there is nothing Joel can do to hold himself back from burying himself to the hilt. There's nothing he can do to stop himself from spilling his load inside you immediately.

You swear you can feel him in your stomach, and you can see a bulge in your abdomen, and it would be fascinating if you weren't focused on clutching the sheets for dear life in an effort to save Joel from the wrath of your acrylics as you shudder through your orgasm.

You nearly lose yourself in the bliss of your high, all you know is Joel and the way he feels inside you.

When you come to, you turn to Joel and he says, "I'm proud of you," a phrase that never fails to make you melt.

You want to say "thanks" or "I love you" or any normal response one might give to that statement, but your words are already halfway out of your mouth.

"I swear you're gonna kill me with that thing," you say, gesturing to his cock, which looks not nearly as threatening when it's soft.

When he lies down beside you and wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer, you think to yourself, "maybe I am dead, and this is heaven."

You don’t realize you’ve said it aloud until Joel says, "I'm pretty sure we're still in Texas, baby.”

"Same thing.”