#listen if i ever finish this damn thing y'all can see maria!

[noficbyhalves]

Whumpril, she says (snippet from prompt #3, for yall who participated in the poll. Guess what also has ballooned in length 🙃)

"He took to sitting in the common room in the wee hours of the night, because if he spent one more hour trapped behind the curtains of his too-empty bed, Malik was going to scream. At least downstairs he had space to himself (he did not want space to himself) to spread out his books. It was a grueling task forcing his tired brain to focus on Botany at two-in-the-fucking-morning, but sleep was too out of reach and his backlog of schoolwork too long to justify wasting waking hours, however tenuous they were.

(He used to have an outlet for these sorts of nights, when he and Altair would sneak through the hallways and climb up to the roof for an unfettered view of the sky. Malik had barely wanted to look up for months, even avoided it where he could in the Astrological Alignments class he was only taking because Altair had been so excited about it and Malik was too stubborn to quit. Several nights ago he had followed that gut instinct all the way up to the observatory, but found himself grounded by the ruins of his left arm. The climb might have been manageable with another set of hands, but Malik had ruined that too.)"

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Hell, You and Christmas (Favored Ones, Part 10.)

Series description: Many things were surely fucked up in the year 2038, but no-one ever told anyone how all of it went down. What happened before a group of people left for Seattle to handle personal matters? Why did one girl refuse to leave all of it be? And why there were so many dead in the end?

Part Summary: Killing a human really did a number on you... Joel, Ellie or Dina couldn't help you to get out of the cycle inside your head. Until you realized that it's Christmas already.

A/N: We're slowly getting into the fluffy parts before it all goes downhill.

Warnings: Uh... So... You know... We be smutty... Again... THEY BE HAVING A HOOK UP RELATIONSHIP, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT. JUST WAIT UNTIL WE'LL BE IN SEATTLE. YOU'LL BEG ME TO WRITE FOUR SMUTTY CHAPTERS IN A ROW.

Word count: 5.8 K

Tagging:  @nemodoren @xxgoldenhour @missdictatorme​ @peakymarvels​ @davnwillcome​ @pickleriiick​ @jodiereedus22​ @gladiosamicitias​ @tamkashi​ @eternallyvenus​ @avengerssstuff​ @fangirl-inthe-us​ @avery-miller​ @mikah-writes​

Series master list: H E R E

Joel Miller’s playlist for the bonfire occasions: H E R E

Youtube playlists: JACKSON DAYS | SEATTLE DAYS

The winter of 2037, 3 months before the incident:

Joel hadn't seen you for four weeks. Sure, you met him in the town, chit-chatted with him, and asked him about his wellbeing, but you hadn't visited him ever since the patrol you've had. The man was letting you take your time, there was not a single sign of pressure.

Yet truth be told, he missed having you around. There was something empty about his house in the night when he was going asleep all alone. It wasn't that he hadn't sex in weeks, that didn't bother him as much as feeling the bed being cold and empty again. Was it what you saw that made you cut everything with him? It was quite confusing the man since you hadn't any problem with greeting him and talking to him. So Joel was trying to spend as much time as possible with reading, carving animals out of wood. He was often seen going for a hunt, spending most of the time either alone or with Tommy and Maria.

But it was hard for you. It wasn't that Joel would make you feel less safe once you saw him just suffocating a guy with his damned forearm, the quite opposite actually. If anything, this damned man with a somehow gentle soul, was perfectly capable of protecting you from bad men. But there was this something that was coming up inside of you - what were you if you were capable of taking someone else's life? Joel told you that makes you a survivor and any of the people that know weren't acting any differently around you.

Slowly, all the leaves were gone - and once, when you were walking around the town with your palms inside your jacket, you noticed that something fell on your nose. First snow of the year. It was late November - so much time flew past since you had your patrol with Joel. Jesus, were you out for such a long time? Holy hell.

When you came home, you looked at your clock - realizing it was already the thirtieth of November. December was starting the next day, which meant that Christmas were coming soon... And you hadn't got even one gift. It wasn't about the gifts at all and you knew that, but you enjoyed giving your friends something that would make them happy. Ellie was quite easy to pleasure - you, as usual, gave her a bottle of beer and some donuts from Seth. Dina loved scarves, so in exchange for help in the workshop, you got one for her. Jesse was quite hard to estimate, so you prepared a few bombs for him.

You managed to trade one of your other bombs for a book Diego wanted. Just a day before Christmas, you got all the gifts you needed and for real, there was only one person who you wanted to give someone to. This time it wasn't that you didn't want to spend time with Joel - it was just a lot to think about. And honestly, you were now in the phase when slowly, everything got back to normal again.

So you decided to give him a small gift he'll have to unwrap himself in his bedroom after the traditional Christmas party people held in the big dining room. Usually, people were drinking, eating sweets, dancing, and singing some carols at the beginning. Then, everyone usually went to talk with a group of friends. So, naturally, you ended up at the local young folk's table with your best friends, dressed up in the cutest dress you could thing you had in your wardrobe, having two bottles of eggnog and a plate of Christmas sweets in the middle. As usual, the presents were thrown into a sack, and the person who got the gift in that row had to guess from who it was.

It was great so far - Jesse brought you a whole plastic bag of plastic bottles which he was collecting the whole yeah for you, Ellie gave you a pair of socks and Dina somehow managed to get a bottle of wine for you, which was special in the town. This gift was so amazing that you told them you'll open it together once you'll all gather again. The last gift was from Diego, who spent weeks trying to figure out how to tell you his feelings. And in the end, Tommy had advised him to give you a branch of mistletoe in a Christmas card. So he did exactly that.  

Just when you were about to open the card, some rumble coming from the front part of the room made each of you turn around. Ellie, who was drunk beyond socially acceptable, started to whistle loudly when she saw Joel, who wasn't exactly sober either, bringing a guitar to the stage where the musicians were playing until Seth turned on some stereo with Carols.

Everyone changed a look of surprise about Ellie's reaction before you all shifted your attention to what was happening around. Diego was feeling more and more pressured when he watched your hand putting the card down when you leaned your back into Ellie's chest, watching her old man on the stage.

"So, as usual, my younger brother still thinks it's appropriate to make me play songs against my will. And even this year, he talked me down to play somethin' for you because he still thinks y'all enjoyin' it." - Joel told the microphone with a shy smile on his face, looking into the crowd of mostly drunk adults. Dina out both her palms in front of her lips to yell... - "Bet your damn ass we love you playing guitar!" - Making your whole table giggle like a group of high school girls.

Joel lowered his head with the hint of defeat, he was still smiling though, in his face, shaking his head in the process. - "Might not be a carol, but it is for someone here." - Joel looked into the crowd with a grin. You wouldn't suspect he's thinking about you - you'd say he means Ellie - until your gazes met for a second. So he was giving you a Christmas present even though you've been distancing from him for quite some time now... Why was Joel sometimes the sweetest guy in Jackson just to be the jackass most of the time?

Ellie, clearly bored with the old man singing for her, scoffed inside your hair, bringing you even closer than before. Joel took his time with making sure the guitar is good to go before he plucked the first chords of the song. Both you and Ellie furrowed while watching him - he played this song for neither of you so far. So you've listened to the words, while surprised smiles appeared on both of your faces.

"'Cause I'd rot in Hell with you if you'd just ask me to. I love the shitty things we do together - live with me in this sin forever. Hell and you - I know you want it too. I say take the shot, see this chance, feel the fire, and let me have this... Dance with you." - He proceeded to the refrain, having both you and Ellie sitting there with opened mouths.

"I think this song ain't for you, girl!" - Dina yelled, sending a loud whistle to Joel. This man rarely sang something different than overplayed country songs or Johnny Cash - let alone something as sexual as this was. To support the old man, almost everyone around the table clapped in rhythm, giggling at the lyrics.

"I didn't know he's seeing someone." - Ellie said and drank one cup of the eggnog at once. Diego's card was long forgotten by the time Joel was leaving the stage, shaking hands with the musicians. There were now theories about who Joel could be seeing. The person was in the room with them.

"I think it's Bobby." - Jesse looked at all of you. - "She's around Joel's age and her butt ain't bad for someone as old as she is." - The boy finished with a grin, earning a chest smack from Dina, who was laughing like crazy.

"Well, obviously, it's Francis from the kitchen. Their personalities match totally." - Dina rolled her eyes. Uh, that wasn't true - while Joel was an adorable jackass with his good and bad moments, Francis was a straightway bitch. But Ellie was shaking her head at Dina's tip. - "He needs someone who can get through the bad days with him. Francis would've murdered him on the spot. In my opinion, it's Cat from the stables. She's lovely, they both adore horses and trust me, I've seen them talking the other day... Fuck me, she's all over him." - Ellie laughed, still keeping her hand on your knee.

This topic was making you sick if you had to be honest. Sure, they were joking about who Joel can be fucking while the person sat next to them. Or... Was it you? As they spoke of it, you weren't so sure if the song was even for you. You meant a lot to Joel, but he never had told you anything to even have you an idea that you could be this important to him. But no matter how nervous it was making you, you were still laughing along with your friends, drinking maybe a bit more of eggnog than you should.

That was Diego's chance to embarrass both of you. Your friends were total dicks when they were drinking, which you knew - but the boy had to do it nonetheless, hadn't he?

You turned your head to him, feeling a smooth touch on your shoulder, just to see Diego holding the card he gave you. Oh, you've forgotten about that. He laughed nervously and opened the piece of paper, showing you the mistletoe inside of it. Your eyes widened with horror when you realized where he's getting at with giving you such a gift.

"I mean... If you don't wanna listen to tradition, we can at least dance?" - Diego asked when he saw your terrified expression. Well, this sure wasn't what he was expecting as a reaction, yet this boy wasn't giving up so easily. Another of Johnny Cash's songs was just playing - you knew that because Joel loved to sang this man's songs - when he got up and offered you a hand.

It was awfully weird when you just sat there, looking at his palm. Ellie woke you up out of the trance by pushing you closer to the boy, giving you a sick grin. So, against your will, you put your hand in his and went to the dance floor with the boy. Even such bullshit was enough to have the black-haired boy grinning when he was circling his hands around your body.

Tommy was laughing out loud about a joke Seth has said, there were legitimate tears in Joel's brother's eyes. Joel chuckled at the joke as well, leaning one of his elbows into the bar behind them. With a smile, he took one good look around the room - just to feel the smile fade away rather quickly.

Chords of the True Faith were announcing the chorus coming just when the boy leaned in to kiss you. You sure was surprised, but you were too drunk to push him away, so the only thing that remained you was to kiss him back. When the kiss was over, you could see a huge smile on Diego's face, yet his excitement met a rather stoic face confusion you had on.

For the situation to fuck, even more, you noticed another man walking directly to you. All you could do was to close your eyes and cuss under your breath. Joel was seemingly pissed - why you had at least a clue about what had pissed him off, the others would've dismissed it as his normal jackass behavior.

"Sir." - Diego greeted him in the most polite behavior possible, unable to get the happy grin off of his. The man's eyes flickered on you, on the boy's arms wrapped around your waist proudly, and then to Diegos face in the end.

"Am I interruptin' somethin' here, son?" - Joel asked, knowing damn well he was interrupting something, which put a wicked grin on his lips, and little devilish sparks into his eyes. While Diego told him a quiet 'Yes', both of the men stared at you shaking your head with horror in your face. You didn't know how many times you'll have to drop clues for Diego, telling him you're not interested in him.

"I mean, you didn't come to talk about these damn bombs Tommy had mentioned. You have a minute?" - Joel asked you directly and Diego finally let you go from his gentle grip. To not end on the bad note completely, you at least patted his shoulder before waking off with Joel, coming to the bar to get at least a beer from Seth. - "Bombs? Really? You couldn't come up with something original?" - An angry hum left your lips.

"Diego? Really?" - Joel asked you back rather mockingly, making you finally look in his face. Damn you. It was hard to tell if it's the alcohol making you both more daring than ever before, but there was some kind of shift in his expression. Did he finally realize that he's not the only one interested in you?

"You were a good boy this year." - You mumbled with a victorious smile, waiting for the old sack ball to notice you. Your relationship with Seth was more or less without complications - you hated him just as much as he hated you. It wasn't that you'd be a bad kid or whatever, but you were friends with people Seth despited with passion. Ellie and he were arguing on almost every dance, especially when she got drunk. He was one of the people who liked the traditions - young people being polite while having a normal relationship as he put it. Which meant opposite genders being attracted to each other - which, resolved in many conflicts. Especially when both of them got drunk. There were even occasions when you hat to pull Ellie away from him because she'd kick him down to a fucking ball.

Joel's grin after your statement was hilarious - he felt confident and above the situation completely. Which made you grin as well. - "How comes?" - He asked and looked around the room, bringing his bottle closer to his lips.

"Santa left you a gift." - You smiled sweetly, moving a bit closer. There was still the socially acceptable distance between you two, yet no-one could hear what you were talking about. - "The only problem with is that... You have to take the wrapping off of me before seeing it." - Oh, the reaction of the old man was priceless. He rose his eyebrows, his mood suddenly being so much that he was almost beaming though the whole room with happiness. Or something similar to it at least.

"What are you two whispering about, huh?" - The old's ballsack voice freaked you out. If he'd be there just a moment earlier, he'd hear you telling Joel Miller, the Joel Miller, to undress you. Which would've been enough to cause a scandal? With that, you gave him the sweetest smile you were capable of. - "Nothing your long nose would have to sniff about, Seth." - And that was the fakest smile in the entire history of Jackson what you gave to Seth.

"These kids." - Seth rolled his eyes in Joel's direction, leaving to get your beer. Joel just chuckled at his sigh, agreeing with the man.

"What about meetin' me in ten at the restrooms?" - Joel grunted to you, taking another swing of his beer. This took you by surprise. Sure, seeing Joel was enough of a crazy situation on its own, but you've never done anything as crazy with anyone. You had a surprised expression, for sure, but any red flags have risen as far as Joel could tell. There was also a heavy hint of excitement in your eyes, which made his wicked grin widen even more.

"But the entire concept of it's just ridiculous. It'll blow up right in your face, I tell you that, kiddo." - Joel shifted his tone entirely all of a sudden. You wouldn't even notice Ellie approaching you if he wouldn't send you a warning.

"Heard you're keeping her hostage here." - Ellie got out of her lips and straightened to look even scarier. Oh, your poor baby. She'd do anything to keep you from getting harmed. Especially on Christmas night like that one. - "So I came here to save her." - She looked right to Joel's face with an ice-cold look. You decided to play along, scoffing at the last remark. Just when Seth gave you your beer, you took at and entwined your elbow with Ellie's.

"You don't know shit about my work, so stop inserting yourself in, yeah?" - You told Joel, turning your face to him. Quicky, you mouthed 'ten' before you let Ellie drag you along. The man hid another smirk to the beer, wondering about how impossible you could be.

"Was he laying into you a lot?" - The girls asked you on your way to the table. You shook your head with a furrow, thinking about what was happening at the bar. You were overenjoyed and very excited, looking at the clock to count down each minute. You figured out that it will be the best to pretend you want to puke - it'll give you some time and no-one will come to check on you since you puked on dances all the time.

"No, he was quite okay. It just gets repetitive." - You answered with a small smile, rolling your eyes.

"Just don't let him ruin your night, girl." - She pulled you even closer, giving you a small smile. Diego was looking like a lovesick puppy when you appeared out of the crowd. He smiled almost immediately, leaning towards you. How was just not giving up, was he? Jesus Christ. What should you tell him? Nervously, you just smiled back and nodded at the boy, but you sat far away from the boy as possible at the table.

"So, was he acting weird? Maybe looking at someone? A lot? Was he searching for his girl? You noticed something?" - Dina leaned close to you, looking you in the eyes. Well, what should you say? The only person he had his eyes on was you. The whole time. It didn't seem that he was singing for someone else, but you still couldn't be quite sure. For a moment, you pretended to think about that before you shook your head.

"Why are you so curious about that, Dina? I am your man." - The black-haired boy sitting next to one of your best friends chuckled. Dina spared Jesse a furrow before giggling and taking a sip of the eggnog.

"Because it's Joel damned Miller. He lives here for the last five years and I have never seen him talking to a woman... With romantic intentions. Have you seen that?" - Dina winked at him, making a total douche out of Jesse. Both you and Ellie were grinning on the other side. Normally, Ellie wasn't taking sides in conversations involving Joel, but she was so drunk she was grinning next to you.

Suddenly, you let out a long sigh and you put your hand on your stomach. - "Oh, and it's here." - Ellie noted, helping you on your legs. See? Everyone was just waiting until you throw up. Once you'd throw up, the night was most likely over. But Diego had stood up as well, catching your waist in the process.

"What the fuck are you doing?" - You stopped. The look you gave him was so cold that his palm immediately flew back to his side. - "I supposed you'd need some help." - The boy whispered, licking his lips as he watched you. Until that moment, everyone thought that you're a thing, especially when he kissed you on the damned dancefloor. But as soon as you answered him, everyone understood that you're not the case. Jesse also thought about pulling the dude back on his chair for a minute. - "You supposed fucking wrong, then."

Everyone sitting at the table watched you disappear in the crowd. Diego's expression was full of sadness and surprise as he sat down, and there was a weird silence ever since you left for the restrooms. No-one was looking at you and even though, there was this thought implanted to your head that someone out there is watching every mood you made.

The whole time and party seemed to slow down as you walked around Tommy, Maria, and Joel. It almost appeared that the man isn't watching every step you took, but you saw his eyes flickered in your direction when you walked to the back part of the building. Jesus, you weren't that excited in years. Literal years. You could hear the muted music when you looked into each of the four restrooms to see if they're empty. And for the love of God, you had your lucky day.

There wasn't much talking anyway. Just straight off the bat, when Joel opened up the door and there was this small moment of silence when you just watched the man - you missed gripping the too-long hair, the feeling when the beard was scratching your skin... And these shoulders. This man was one damn multipack. When you were done with taking the view, you leaned in to pull on his palm, dragging him into the cabin which was the further from the door.

His shoulder probably hit the doorframe, but you were too lost in the kiss to even notice it. And he was probably lost in it as well. Before pulling his brown leather jacket off, you made sure that the door is locked. Quickly, you pulled the jacket off him, his shirt following after that. Meanwhile, the man was looking at your dress with clear confusion.

"Aren't you cold in this?" - He asked, making you giggle before answering something. - "I suppose you're about to make me feel warm, arent you?" - That was it. No matter how much was Joel amused with you, he covered up your mouth as you still giggled into his skin. - "You need to be real quiet now, baby girl."

That made you shut up for a few seconds. Sure, he called you girl before, but being called a baby girl? What was that? Didn't he tell you that he does only 'no strings attached things'? Without hesitation, you nodded to assure him that you're gonna be a good one. It didn't last too long tho - the man got on his knees quickly, slowly raising the skirt of your dress up.

"What are you doing, Joel?" - A question flew out of you as you watched his palms smoothing your thighs. Jesus, this man was sure a masterpiece in so many regards. With a long sigh, the man got back upon his legs, tugging his t-shirt off. Oh fuck. This situation was getting serious - first, he called you baby girl and now, he took his t-shirt off. This was the first time he had done something like that. Immediately, you could see why he wasn't taking it off during your sessions - there was this big, thick scar on his right hip which was not too good-looking.

"Open up for me, come on." - The man said, looking on your lips. So, like the good girl you were, you opened your mouth - just for Joel to put his t-shirt between your lips as a form of a gag there. And it almost made you gag when you felt the fabric on your tongue. - "Keep it in. Soon, you won't even know it's there. I swear."

When that was said, Joel got back on his knees, starting over. This time, the man was taking his time. It wasn't just a bathroom quickie, as you expected, it was as a full-blown making love session when you watched his lips kiss a trail on your thigh, continuing over your hip, up to your shoulder just to take the dress off of you. For a moment, the man leaned his back into the wall opposite of you, playing with your dress between his palms. Jesus, that nasty grin was killing you.

"I sure as hell was a good boy this year, huh?" - He whispered with that typical raspy voice since his vocal cords were already giving up at the sight of you. Every damn time he saw you naked, he just suddenly lost his voice. More like he lost his mind every fucking time you undressed - just like that, it just happened. Before you had the time to answer, he was on his knees again, both of his palms holding your waist in one place. It took you a while to process the sight - and when your drunk brain finally clicked with the connections, you just stared at him, entwining your fingers to the locks of his hair.

No-one, and I mean no-one, ever had taken your underwear off with their teeth. Joel was gripping his teeth into one side of the thing, skillfully tugging it down. If Dina would've told you that Jesse was doing this to her, you'd most likely piss yourself, because it was just silly to imagine that. But Joel getting on his knees to do that shit? Holy motherfucking God. It almost felt as if you hadn't been even living until that moment.

The man didn't lose any time over staring at you with hungry eyes - he went down on you as soon as your panties were taken off enough. It never felt better with the man. Let you explain - he knew what he was doing every time he went down on you or when he was showing you something new. He knew how to make you relaxed and you were trusting him enough to tell him to stop when you weren't feeling it. But this night was different - the names, the t-shirt, Joel was acting somehow different. And it was making you feel really good.

"Hey?" - Someone asked into the muffled sighs which were almost unbearable. You almost took the t-shirt down, just to see the man looking your right in the eyes while still eating you out, shaking his head. So you bent your head until it rested on the wall and carefully put your hand on the door to ensure the girl won't open them even though they were locked already. With that, you also pulled your other palm.

As the girl did what she needed to do, a thought crossed your mind, which made you grin. You had Joel being as obedient as a fucking dog - he was on his knees, quietly and slowly working on his masterpiece as he slowly caressed your skin. That put just a grin on your lips. Yet just when the girl left, the man pulled away, making you look at him.

"Lean into the door, baby girl." - Oh, you loved it when he was direct with you like that. Without hesitation, you did what he wanted you to do, leaning your palms into the cold wood, showing him your whole ass. Joel knew he has to control himself, but that didn't stop him from giving you one good spank after he took his dick out, finally sinking into you. Just as his t-shirt was keeping your moan down, you heard the typical soft grunt he did every time he slipped inside for the first time. You've never heard something as sexy as that, you'd say. The first few moves were just lustful - his palms gripped both your breast to take them out of your bra, first few moves were so hasty it made the wood under you shake. Just when you were rolling your eyes, both of you started to pay attention to the shrieking of the main door leading to the restrooms.

"Y/N? Are you here?" - A voice asked, making your eyes widen as Joel skillfully rolled his lips. The person behind the door was Diego, which made him make such moves with his pelvis that you began to shake. Horrified expression appeared on your face when you felt Joel's palm tugging the t-shirt from your mouth. His daring expression told you to answer the boy.

"Y-yeah. What do you need?" - You answered with your eyes closed, making Joel grin when he started to feel your body slowly hammering against his. All you was capable of was to think about that D making you feel so good you'd scream if you could, making you mouth 'oh my motherfucking God' breathlessly. Miller was stating one thing with this - the boy will never see you as he did. Because no other man knew you the way Joel did.

"I was just checking up on you. You're here at least ten minutes already." - The boy came to the cab you two were at, making Joel stop with any movements he was doing so he wouldn't hear the man there. But if you'd have thought that would mean that hed let you be, you were wrong. The fucking man buried himself as deep as he could, putting his palm between your thighs. Which made you roll your eyes again. - "You want me to hold your hair?" - Diego asked shyly. Only if he would have any idea what was happening behind the closed door.

"No, I'm fine. You can go." - You got out somehow with stuttering, biting your lip at Joel's movements.

"Really? You don't sound fine to me." - The boy asked with worried. Just as a moan came to your mouth, you coughed loudly to cover it up.

"Just get fucking lost, Diego. Stop pretending you're my boyfriend." - Well, now it was as clear as a summer day that you are not into him. And Diego was just standing there for a while, being hurt with your word. You could be nicer, that was true, but you had to tell him already. Especially when Joel was blowing your back out the way he did.

"Sure... I'll tell Ellie to wait for you... Outside." - The black-haired boy gulped loudly, rushing out of the room at the speed of the light. Fucking finally. This time, Joel didn't even bother with covering your mouth with the t-shirt, he just pressed his palm on your lips, finishing you both as quickly as possible. You couldn't almost walk nonetheless.

"Will you come tonight, baby girl?" - Joel asked from buttoning his shirt and putting his jacket on. You smiled and wiped his beard clean from your juices. - "But I don't think that I can take another round after this, okay?" - You whispered, tiptoeing to kiss him. You were looking like a fucking mess - your hair was all over the place, your cheeks were on fire and Joel would even tell that you smell like freshly fucked girl. - "Fine. We can have some coffee and tea while watchin' some dumb Christmas comedy." - The man leaned down to kiss your forehead before giving your ass one last slap as you left the cabin.

He left five minutes after you so you wouldn't be that suspicious. Sure, Joel's mood was suddenly a million times better than before he left for the restrooms, but Tommy was too drunk to notice the obvious signs of being freshly fucked.

Ellie was waiting for you in front of the hall, already having your jacket prepared to dress you up, your presents were inside a bag. Since you saw her face, you knew something was wrong. Something was bothering her. - "Okay, what are you thinking about?" - You interrupted her, making the green-eyes girl looking at you.

"You want the first thing or the second thing?" - She teased you back, having you grin at the question. - "I can handle both." - You assured her, slowly walking through the snow while entwining your elbow with hers.

"You didn't have to be so hard with Diego. This boy didn't exactly choose to fall in love with you." - Ellie told you quietly. So he'd told her. Or your harsh answers made him look so bad that he was a little cry baby. Your eyes rolled on their own. - "Just talk it out. Tell him you're sorry and that you're not interested. And if he doesn't realize he's acting like a fucker even after you gently tell him, I'll beat the shit out of him."

"Okay, I will do that, miss. And now tell me about the Joel thing." - You have risen your eyebrows, giving Ellie one of those knowing looks. You caught her off guard. She didn't tell you it's about Joel, yet somehow, you knew. You were her best friend for real, even reading her mind and shit.

"I mean, I know I'm not talking to him... But... He would tell me. I think. That he's seeing someone. Even if I don't greet him, he always tells me everything, just like back then." - Ellie sighed, being confused with the whole 'Joel is dating' situation. - "I just hope he knows what he's doing and that the girl isn't just some bitch who doesn't even love him." - This was the sweetest thing you heard that day. They weren't talking and even though Ellie pretended to hate him, he was worried about his love life. You couldn't tell her that you're the one he's spending nights with, or at least you hoped so, but you snuggled her shoulder and sighed lightly instead of telling her not to worry.

"Wanna build a snowman?" - You asked, giving her a big smile. It was fun - and when you were sure Ellie had gone home for real, you changed into a comfy sweater and sweatpants, leaving for Joel's house. The man prepared the living room, made you a hot cup of tea - with honey, which was special - and turned on the movie. Since you were both drunk, you didn't realize you fell asleep, snuggled up under one blanket.

When you were walking home at six a.m., you almost flipped when Dina was running in your direction. She was looking confused and she sure as hell was crying just a while before. You ran to her to meet her in the middle, catching both of her shoulders. - "What happened, Dina?  What is it, baby?" - You asked with worries.

"It's... It's Eugene. He had a heart attack." - She stuttered out and started crying again. With that, you hugged her and closed your eyes as you tried not to cry.

[daveyjacobss]

i’ve waited my whole life

jack kelly x davey jacobs

summary: i want to drive away with you, i want your complications too

(or: jack and davey get caught in a blizzard on the way to the jacobs’ for hanukkah)

a/n: happy hanukkah everyone!! it’s 10:26 pm here which means i officially finished this in time for the first night of hanukkah!!! hope you all enjoy this, as always - i’d love to hear your reactions :) (& yes the title is from paper rings by taylor swift and there will hopefully be a holiday themed mini series with other taylor swift lyrics and other ships)

also - the spacing/formatting of this is showing up really weird for me, so sorry if it shows up like that for you too :/

ao3 | masterlist

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It started snowing only a little bit before Jack and Davey left their shared apartment and got into their car. It was just a few flurries, nothing too much to worry about. At least, that's what the weather forecast had said. So they headed out with no worries on their mind, singing loudly to the songs on Jack's playlist. Jack was behind the wheel because Davey was too anxious of a driver, and Jack hadn't wanted to stress him out at all. Which he wasn't, or at least it didn't seem like it. Which was good, obviously. Even if Jack himself was maybe, possibly, more anxious than he'd ever been.

They were on their way to Davey's parents house, with the intention of spending the entire of Hanukkah there. Jack wasn't Jewish, but after so many years of knowing Davey and being welcomed into his family he was fairly familiar with their traditions. And, really, none of that should have made him anxious in the slightest - because he knew Davey's family. He loved the Jacobs, and they loved him. Davey had already made several comments about how excited Les would be to hang out with Jack (the kid practically idolized him) and he and Sarah were good friends, despite the fact that she was dating Jack's sort of ex-girlfriend. (They were fine, though. The break up was mutual, and Katherine and him were still close.) Davey's parents were happy to have him, they always had been from the minute he had befriended Davey back in high school. And he wasn't an anxious driver like Davey. Actually, driving came naturally to him, just like painting. So there was no reason for him to be so stressed.

Except he was. And maybe there was a small, minuscule, barely-there reason. For example, the fact that it had only been a week since Jack had realized that he was in love with his best friend, AKA the guy seated next to him passionately singing along to Paper Rings. Jack wanted to lean over and kiss him senseless, to hell with safe driving. He did not do that, obviously, but the thought was there, and it made him anxious.

They had been watching some Hallmark Christmas movie together on the couch when it happened. They both adored those stupid films, entertaining themselves by making comments and jokes, criticizing every action each character took. The main protagonist in the movie they'd been watching had done something particularly idiotic, and Jack made a comment about how it was dumber than that time Race and Albert has decided to test out whether their tongues would actually stick to a frozen pole. Davey has burst out laughing, spilling some the popcorn out of the bowl that had been resting on his lap. Jack looked over with a smug smile, proud of his joke, but it fell away quickly. Watching as Davey laughed, the light from the TV screen illuminating his face, took Jack's breath away. He looked so...so.... beautiful. And then that was all he could think about, just how fucking gorgeous Davey Jacobs was. Davey seemed none the wiser to Jack's heart-stopping epiphany. But Jack was suddenly hyper aware of how close they were sitting, sharing the same blanket and eating popcorn out of the same bowl, legs touching. He couldn't get himself to pay attention to the rest of the movie, his breath hitching each time Davey moved. Davey fell asleep only a little bit after the next movie started, his head falling on Jack's shoulder.

Jack wanted to run to the window, open it, and scream endlessly into the abyss of the night sky. He could not have a crush on Davey, of all people. Not after all these years of strictly platonic feelings. Except, maybe they hadn't been. The longer he sat there with Davey's head on his shoulder, the more he realized just how long he had been harboring feelings for his roommate. And, with that, came the realization that those feelings were not simply a crush.

So as Davey laughed his way through songs and the snow steadily began to pick up, Jack was extremely anxious. He didn't know how to act around Davey anymore. Try as he might, nothing he said or did felt right. Nothing felt normal. Davey could tell something was off, Jack knew he could, but he was merciful enough to leave it be. Jack joined him in singing along with a Mumford & Sons song, hoping that he didn't look as distraught as he felt. More than anything, he was terrified that Katherine and Sarah would see right through him. They would know.

They were about an hour into the drive when Jack started to grow worried about the snow. The windshield wipers were working like crazy, and they could only see so far ahead of the car. Davey, ever the sensible one, unplugged Jack's phone and switched to a radio channel announcing weather reports. The radio anchor's voice filled the car, somewhat disrupted (which Jack assumed was due to the storm they were driving through).

"No one could have predicted this blizzard!" The guy said, sounding cheerful. Davey and Jack exchanges worried glances, but kept quiet so they could keep listening. "Due to the poor visibility out on the roads, all drivers are being urged to find somewhere to park or pullover, and hopefully make it inside."

"Great," Jack quipped sarcastically, trying to sound unfazed. Davey whipped out his phone, presumably looking up places near them that they could go. Without thinking, Jack reached over and grabbed his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. The last thing he wanted was Davey having a panic attack because of the snow. Jack was a good enough driver, and it wasn't as if they were driving in the middle of nowhere - there was bound to be somewhere they could go. Davey shot him a grateful look before returning his gaze to his phone, sitting up straighter within a few seconds.

"Okay, at the next light we come to turn right. There's a diner not too far down the road and the website says they're open." Jack nodded in affirmation, slowing to a stop at the red light as he turned on his turn signal. The turn itself was bit bumpy, their tires slipping a little on the snow. Davey drew in a sharp breath and his hand shot out to grip tightly onto Jack's arm. Jack hated how his heart skipped a beat at the contact.

The diner in question came into view rather quickly, a warm yellow and red sign composed of neon lights informing them that it was called Frank's. Jack pulled into the parking lot fairly easily, parking in the closest spot to the building available. There was only two other cars in the small lot, so they assumed they wouldn't be getting too much company while they were there. They both zipped up their jackets all the way and did everything they could to cover every inch of themselves to stay protected from the cold. Davey took a deep breath and then looked over at Jack.

"Okay," he said, muffled due to the fact that the bottom of his face was tucked into the neck of his coat. "Let's do this."

They opened their respective car doors and jumped out as quick as they could, slamming the doors behind them as they made a break for the entrance to the building. They burst through doors panting with a gust of wind right behind them. A girl around their age, maybe a little older, looked up from where she stood behind the counter, drinking from a mug. She raised an eyebrow at them with a somewhat amused grin.

"Suppose you boys are looking for somewhere to escape the storm?" She asked, a slight drawl in her voice that made it sound like she had grown up in the south. Jack nodded in response, flexing his hands to try and bring some warmth into his hands. "Well, take any table you like," she instructed. "I'll go grab you some menus." She retreated through a door to what Jack assumed was the kitchen in the back. He followed Davey's lead to a booth by the windows, sliding into the seat opposite him.

"Damn," he sighed, looking out at the snow. "Guess we're gonna be late." Davey let out a very unattractive snort that Jack should not have found endearing in the slightest (except he did).

"Yeah, I'd say so," Davey smiled. The girl returned then, saving Jack from getting too lost in Davey's eyes. Now that she was out from behind the counter, heading toward their booth with menus in hand, he could see that she was wearing a yellow 50s style uniform. It was cute and, as he looked around, he realized that it matched the aesthetic of the rest of the diner as well. There was a jukebox against one of the walls and photos and posters from the 50s scattered through the place. Jack was filled with the urge to sketch it, but all of the art supplies he had brought with him were back in the car.

When the waitress reached their table she laid the menus out in front of them and Jack was able to read on her name tag that her name was Maria.

"Alright, so right now we're technically serving the lunch menu," she pointed to the middle section of Davey's menu, "but we serve breakfast all day, and if y'all want something from the dinner menu, that's fine. Not like we're getting much other business today." She shrugged with an easy smile. "Can I start you off with some drinks? Normally I'd recommend the milkshakes but, well..." she gesture out the window and Jack gave a little laugh. She smiled sweetly at him in response.

"You know what?" He asked. "I'll still take a milkshake. Black and white, please."

"And for you, doll?" She turned Davey. Jack watched as his cheeks tinted pink at the nickname and simultaneously wanted to tease him and tell Maria to back off (not that he had any right to do that, but he wanted to be the one making Davey blush).

"I'll have a Oreo milkshake, please," he spoke quietly.

"Sure thing," she grinned at the both of them. "They'll be right out."

They sat in silence for a few moments, simply enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the diner. Jack watched Davey's face as the other man gazed at the falling snow with an almost childlike wonder. He had always known that Davey was the out-of-this-world type beautiful, even from the first moment he saw him - but what he hadn't realized was that, overtime, those foreign elements of beauty had instead become familiar and comforting, giving him a new type of artistry. His eyes, once mysterious, were now read as easily as a book. He hadn't realized how long he had simply been ogling at Davey until Maria came back with their shakes in hand.

"Here ya go," she grinned, setting their glasses down in front of them. Her smile turned sheepish as they both grinned back at her. "Would y'all mind if I just hung out in the kitchen for now? My girlfriend's back there making food for us." A warm feeling bloomed in Jack's chest. No matter how old he got, he didn't think he would ever get past the joy that came with hearing someone else talk so casually about not being straight.

"It's no problem at all," Davey said at the same time as Jack opened his mouth to say "Of course."

"Thank you," Maria beamed. "If y'all need anything you have full permission to go into the kitchen." With that, she was practically skipping off.

"Well, that was nice" Davey chuckled softly. Jack focused on his milkshake so as not to find himself captivated by the way Davey's face had softened at the mention of the waitress's girlfriend.

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They'd been at the diner for a few hours, talking and playing games to pass the time. They hadn't seen a lot of Maria, but they had met her girlfriend, Abigail, who had greeted them with one of the biggest, friendliest smiles Jack had ever seen.

"Okay, so," Jack began. "In the future, would you rather there be flying cards or actual hoverboards like in Back to the Future?" Davey, who was laying on one of the booth seat with his head hanging upside down facing Jack laying in a booth opposite him, tilted his head with a questioning look on his face.

"Are there hoverboards in Back to the Future?" He asked. Jack took a pause to think.

"Pretty sure, yeah. 'S been a while since I've seen it."

"I don't think I've watched it since I was a kid and my parents showed it to me and Sarah."

"We're getting off topic here, Dave." Davey's cheeks went rosy in response to the nickname and Jack grinned.

"Alright, I suppose I'd want flying cars," Davey finally answered.

"Why?"

"I'd probably fall off of a hoverboard, to be honest." Jack burst out laughing at his answer, and Davey smiled at him when he did.

"Oh, you definitely would!" Jack giggled. "You'd call right on your face, oh my god!" Davey sat up to grab a napkin of the table before crumbling it up and throwing it at Jack. It hit him right on the forehead and his laughter only increased in volume, Davey joining in.

"Okay, okay," Davey heaved, still catching his breath. "In the future." Jack motioned for him to continue, still slightly laughing. "In the future, how many kids do you want?"

"Not sure I want any really, not when I'm basically already a father for all of the boys," Jack smirked. Davey smiled fondly at him.

"Don't think that's gonna work," Davey chuckled. "I've already got tons of baby name options for us." He smiled at Jack, all bright eyes and messy hair and flushed cheeks with the snowy world in the window behind him and just from looking at it Jack could tell it was so, so cold but Davey was right there and he was nothing but warmth.

Us.

Jack couldn't breath.

And Davey was still just sat there, smiling at him like he hadn't just sent Jack's heart running directly out of his chest.

"Us?" He finally managed to ask, voice barely even a whisper.  Davey's smile dropped and his blush deepened, his eyes immediately leaving Jack's face in favor of staring at the wall to his right. "David," Jack tried again, voice a little bit stronger. "What did you by 'us'?" Davey glanced quickly at him before looking away again as if his life depended on it.

"I just-" He started, but his voice gave out on him slightly and he paused to breath, and then gulped in a cartoonish way that Jack would have teased him about at any other time. "Whenever I think about the future, I think about us. Together." Davey's face was red to a concerning degree and his hands were shaking and fidgeting in a way that made it clear to Jack that his anxiety was kicking in at full force. But Jack wasn't supposed to be someone that Davey got anxious around, he was supposed to be the one who kept Davey grounded, who held his hand when he needed a physical anchor and counted his breaths for him.  Davey was sat there, all bright eyes and messy hair and flushed cheeks. He was beautiful and familiar and warm and he was home. And Jack was so unbelievably irreversibly in love with him.

Davey opened his mouth to start speaking again, but before he even got the chance Jack had crossed the space between their opposite booths and had practically tackled him down into the cushioned booth seat.

Kissing Davey was easy. Kissing Davey was breathtaking and warm and fuzzy and happy. Kissing Davey was all Jack had wanted to do for years, even if he hadn't known it. And Davey was kissing him back. Davey was grabbing his shoulders and his hair and pulling closer and Jack could kiss him for the rest of time and never grow tired of it. They were in the middle of a blizzard in a 50s themed diner, laying down tangled up in one of the booths, and it wasn't where Jack had pictured it happening. In all of his daydreams, he'd never pictured where they would end up - where it would happen. But when they pulled apart and they were both panting and Davey beamed up after him with a look of pure elation Jack didn't even give it a second thought before saying it.

“I'm in love with you."

Davey's smile only widened as he pulled Jack in for another kiss.

"I'm in love with you too, you dork." Jack laughed and then so did Davey and everything felt so absolutely right. They spent the rest of their time in the diner cuddled up in that booth, talking quietly with flushed cheeks and ecstatic smiles.

When the storm cleared enough for it to be safe to get back on the road, they bid Maria and Abigail a cheerful goodbye. The car ride the rest of the way to Davey's parents' house was charged with a new type of energy. They debated whether or not to tell everyone right away, given they had quite literally just gotten together, and decided against saying anything immediately - if only because they wanted to see whether Sarah or Katherine would figure it out first.

And, despite his normal anxiousness on the road, Davey held Jack's hand the whole time.

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Moonlit [Lafayette x Reader]

Pairing: Lafayette/Reader

Genre: Smut 

Words: 4.8 k

Synopsis: You’ve been working at summer camp, Camp Rochambeau, as a counsellor for a while with your closest friends and boyfriend. One night, you and Laf can’t keep your hands off each other... so you’ll have to find a way to sneak something in in the dark of his bunk.  

Warnings: Daddy kink, oral sex, fingering, dirty talk... I think that’s it, lol. Enjoy the sin! 

It's a day like any other at Camp Rochambeau, wilderness overnight summer fun camp. Alexander, John, and Hercules had just come back from the junior camping trip, Thomas and James were supposed to be teaching intermediate swimming, but you were pretty sure James was too sick to even come out of Cabin 6 (and Thomas was too worried to leave his side), Aaron and Charles were on first aid duty, Eliza and Maria were overseeing junior arts and crafts, Angelica and Pegs were doing intermediate archery, which left you and Laf... to the sailing.

"Good day for sailing, at least," you mumble, the breeze blowing your hair, "The lake'll get some good wind power."

"Mmm... I'm sorry, did you say something, ma chou?" Laf whispered, leaning in, "I was distracted by the little juncture of your jaw and your neck, where I always make you squeal." You let out a laugh.

"Lafayette Motier, you frisky fuck!"

He grins, and picks you up while showering a billion kisses over your face. You soon get to thinking about last night, when you two had sneaked out of your cabin once you were sure everyone was asleep to stargaze on the docks. The water bugs were out, as were the fireflies, and it was all so romantic... you half expected Hercules, John and Alex to pop out from the reeds to sing 'Kiss The Girl'. Laf, of course, needed no prompting in that department- he certainly delivered with his lips, as per usual. But, as Washington had a zero tolerance policy on horny teenage antics at his camp ("I've seen Friday the 13th and Sleepaway Camp, I know what y'all are up to behind my back!")  you hadn't gone anywhere with it last night. After an hour or so of simply cuddling beneath the stars, you had somehow gravitated to his lap with your back to his chest, his sweet voice whispering the most beautiful things you had ever heard in french in your ear... and, Laf being Laf, had two fingers up your skirt. You had come so close to the touch, almost tugging your panties down, when you two heard a splash across the lake. Fearing a total slasher flick moment, you had kept yourself huddled behind Laf, who had since put on the macho act and vowed to protect you. The two of you made your way through the forest (which was actually quite creepy at night), and over to the site of the splash... only to find three twelve year olds, peer-pressuring each other into skinny dipping.

Well.

"Off to bed with you!" Laf had barked, scaring the children senseless. You tried to appear angry, but just ended up laughing your head off. The disturbance of what has since been christened the Great Pre-Pubescent Foley Of Cabin 8 (John and Alex's cabin; figures) prevented you from finishing anything with Laf that night. Needless to say, you're looking to fix that.

"A little lost, cherie?" Laf smirks, and you direct your attention back to him as he sets you down. You had finally made it to the docks through the forest path, the warm mid-day sun shining over both of you pleasantly. There were three shores on the small lake, that were each used for different purposes; this one, had a beaten up sign that read "Delaware Beach."

"Hm? No, I was just thinking, babe," you reply swiftly with a smile and a quick peck to his lips. You remove your shirt to reveal the camp uniform over your red bikini, the beach shorts purposely loose so Laf could catch a glimpse of the string of your tiny bottoms pulled tight over your hipbones. His eyes roam your body, and stall at your breasts that are quite visible under the white shirt... that's when you know you'll have to formulate a real good excuse as to why you can't walk tomorrow.

"(y/n), (y/n)! Are we going to learn how to steer boats?" Theo, a cute junior kid who'd been coming here forever, asks you. You nod.

"You betcha, hun."

"Like Moana?!" Philip asks excitedly, bouncing around and almost falling off the dock. Lafayette steadies him.

"More like Hai-hai in your case, mon ami," he deadpans, and you quickly string up the sails.

"All aboard, lifejackets on and secured!"

The children get on the sailboat, and you make sure to bend over in full view of Lafayette's line of sight- he'd get the same view tonight, of course. You hear his breath hitch, but when you turn away, he reluctantly starts the lesson.

As you're sailing past the east shore of the lake, Vernon Point, you find Thomas and James making out in the water, their kids laying belly up and tanning on the dock.  

"I see you're taking the swimming lesson seriously," you smirk, and Thomas breaks away from his boyfriend's lips temporarily to snark back at you.

"A little sun'll do 'em all good... pasty little fuckers."

"I'm telling Director Washington you called us a bad word!" someone shrieks.

"Do it and die, Susanne," the southern counsellor shoots back to the little girl, which seems to promptly shut her up.

"And I see you're feeling better, James," you remark, and James turns around, lips swollen.

"Significantly," he croaks, and Thomas growls ferally, going back in for another kiss. You laugh and shake your head, floating past on the boat. Laf is still up there, giving the rope lesson... what you wouldn't give to have him tie you up with those same ropes, the harsh tug of the material against your raw, sensitive wrists-

"Would you like to take over, (y/n)?" Laf asks with a wiggle of his eyebrows, and you rip your eyes from his crotch. How did they get there in the first place? Shit.

"Oh! Y-yeah! Okay, so the knot is absolutely key, um... George Eacker, stop trying to knock Philip off the bow, you know he can't swim!"

The rest of the day is agony. Torture. Nothing you had ever asked for. Lafayette's rippling muscles are getting in the way of everything you try to formulate speech-wise, and you can see the outline of his dick beneath his uniform swim trunks... he's so fucking hung that even soft he's prevalent.

The warmth pooling between your legs is even more intense by the time the evening campfire comes around.

"Alright," Hercules says, resting his elbows on his knees as the glow of the fire illuminates his features, "What I'm about to tell you is so scary... so terrifying... so utterly shocking that you'll have to sleep with the lights on tonight! This is the story... of-"

"Jefferson's hair!" Alexander cuts in, wiggling his fingers around and making ghost noises. The campers seem to find this hilarious, but James and Thomas are not amused where they sit with their group.

"The story of the Woodsman," Hercules finishes properly.

"Isn't that the guy from the Wizard of Oz?" Philip whispers to Theo, who shook her head.

"No, that's the Tin Man."

"Are you sure we should really be telling them this story?" Aaron asks, knitting his brows, "It's a little... adult, don't you think?"

"Shut up, Burr," Laf calls, "You are the worst!" John joins in, heckling their friend as Alex laughs into his sugary mug of coffee. Aaron just sighs, throwing up his hands. He was probably the only good counsellor here, who took his job seriously. The children all huddle up and lean closer as Herc begins the story.

"It all started back in '84, when a dude named Jimbo Jones got into a wood-chopping accident..."

As you listen to one of your best friends tell the story in grave, (unnecessarily gory, as only Herc would) detail, you feel Lafayette shift on the log beside you. As Hercules continues to describe the deranged psychopath that stalks the woods of Camp Rochambeau for revenge, you suddenly feel Laf's hand brush the skin of your bare thigh, and wander a little higher. Thankfully, there's a giant blanket over you and a few other counsellors, so nobody can see... Judging by his ministrations, he's getting restless.

"And they say he can jump out of the woods at any time..." Herc looks around ominously, squinting at all the quivering kids, "Yelling his chilling last words-"

"SHOWTIME!" John yells with a maniacal laugh, jumping out from behind a tree swinging a prop axe right into Charles Lee’s head. Charles lets out a bloodcurdling scream, whipping around to glare at his fellow counsellor and mortal enemy. Philip faints into a shaking Theo's arms. Herc has his head in his hands, tears of laughter rolling down his cheeks- even Maria looks a little startled. Alexander high fives his boyfriend, and Laurens sits back down with a dumb grin on his face. Lafayette gives an appreciate chuckle and you both high five Herc. The group settles down.

"Alright- GWash wants y'all in bed in ten minutes!" Hercules calls, then pauses, looking around at everyone. "But we won't tell if you won't." The kids cheer, and you watch Aaron facepalm.

No wonder parents complained about this god damn camp.

"No more marshmallows though, everyone," you say, "That goes for everyone." Thomas stops dead from across the fire, three stuffed in his mouth. You roll your eyes, and Herc speaks up again.

"You know who tells great ghost stories?" he grins. "'Liza does."

Eliza flips her long hair over her shoulder, smiling. "Well... I do know one. But..." she sighs dramatically, peering off, "I don't think you kids can handle it."

"Awwww-!"

"No, no, it's just too scary."

"Nooo, please-!"

"Well..." she laughs, "If you insist. But Peggy'll have to help me, cause she knows this one- the Blue Baby Bonnet."

As two of the Schuyler sisters begin to act out the legend, you feel Laf's hand move even higher, barely grazing the sensitive spot on your inner thigh that gets you tingling. You let out a tiny moan, shifting ever so slightly. At this, he leans in, turning his face away to whisper in your ear, "Hmm, does ma princess need her daddy?"

You suck in a breath, maintaining your smile for appearances and the children around. You clap every time Eliza needs thunder in her story, but you're also invested in what the salacious frenchman beside you has to say.

"I assume you do... why else would ma cherie be so dripping wet?"

"Laf," you breathe quietly, and you feel his long fingers graze dangerously close to your panties, under your shorts. He evades the hem of the shorts, and goes straight for your clit, rubbing small circles through the fabric.

"Ahhh," you moan softly, and Eliza turns to you.

"Well... I mean, that's not exactly the noise her mother made when she came back to find what had happened, but close enough!" She goes on with her story as Lafayette leans in again.

"I wonder how hard I can make you beg for my thick, long cock... how badly do you want it?"

"I want it so badly," you mumble, his beard scratching your cheek as he hums again.

"What do you want, cherie?" His lips ghost over your ear, down to your jaw. You seriously hope no one's watching- it's dark, with lots of shadows cast from the fire, so you're probably good.

"I..." you bite your lip, "I wanna ride your thigh, then ride your dick. I want you to make me cum so hard the whole camp knows it's you who fucked me," you whisper back with a blush, and Lafayette casts his gaze down, chuckling at what might appear to others as a joke you told him.

"In due time," he promises, letting up on his rubbing, and you groan in disappointment. John looks over to you, and sees your face... he knows what it's like to have lots of semi-public sex, courtesy of his kinky shithead of a boyfriend, so he can immediately tell what's going on. He stifles a laugh, and James speaks up now.

"Bedtime, everyone."

"But-!"

Thomas interjects. "Nah, y'all little shhh...oelaces gotta get into bed, so we can too," he corrects himself quickly. James sighs.

"Yes. Remember- wakeup call is seven AM sharp, and Washington makes no exceptions."

"Takes no prisoners, more like," Angelica yawns.

"He sure as hell doesn't," Alexander mutters, "Not even for us big people."

"Oui oui, off to bed," Laf says, clapping his hands, almost a little too eagerly, and you join in with a little send-off.

"Sleep tight- we'll all be in to check on our cabins once we get the fire doused and the pit cleaned up, so brush your teeth and get going." The kids get up sluggishly, moaning and groaning about having to go to bed, so you cross your arms. "Do you really want the real Jimbo Jones to get you?!"

The kids quickly disperse, chatting nervously amongst themselves about the plausibility of the legends they had just been told. Lafayette smirks your way, and you literally cannot even wait until you're off your feet, in his arms, and in his bed. Heading back to the cabin you're supposed to share with Peggy (you switch with Herc whenever she wants to sleep with her boyfriend and you want to sleep with yours), you grab your night stuff, and oversee the bedtime preparations for the kids.

"What's Laffy Taffy doing here?" one of your cabin kids asks you. It's kind of cute how they call him that.

"He's just saying good night to me," you smile, tucking her in.

"Ohhh," she looks over to her friend knowingly, "Does this mean Hercules is coming over to be our monitor again?"

"Uhhh..." you murmur, unsure of how much she knows.

"My mommy says when people like each other a whole lot, they like to hug all night when they go to bed. Is that what you're doing with Laffy Taffy?"

"That is exactly what we are doing, ma petite fleur," Laf comes in behind you with a little boy hanging off his leg, "I love to hug (y/n), more than the world. Do you have anybody you like to hug a whole lot?" You can't contain the smile- your boyfriend is adorable.

"Well, I like to hug my mommy, my mama, my grandpa, my granny, my friend Jessica, my uncle, my dog, my cat, my hamster..." she trailed off, yawning and falling asleep. You look back at Laf.

"Thank god you know how to do that." He flashes you a kiss.

"I have many tiny cousins back in France." He then turns out the light once everyone's in bed. As you're leaving Cabin 10, Herc shows up at the porch, fist bumping you and Laf with a wink.

"Don't be too loud, though," he warns, "Wash's got eyes and ears everywhere."

"Merci. We will keep that in mind, mon ami."

Herc nods. "Got you, fam."

Glancing around conspiratorially and fixing his coat, Herc slips into your cabin to find Peggy in the dark. You giggle, and Laf leads you down the beaten path, illuminated by a plastic battery-run torch kept outside every cabin in case of emergency. Your favourite part of summertime at Rochambeau, while you love being around the kids and the fun outdoor activities, is the shenanigans you get up to after hours. There's nothing more thrilling than sneaking through the brush in the middle of the wilderness to go get down.

When you finally make it to Cabin 4, you sneak in quietly with Laf, making sure not to step on a board or anything that would wake the kids. Thankfully, the bunk for the counsellors in every cabin is placed in the main entrance, so the three rooms that house the rest of the inhabitants aren't immediately near.

Laf takes your hand, easing you on top of him on the bottom bunk.

"Shouldn't we do this on the top?" you breathe, his hands already hurriedly undoing your bra, "In case someone walks in on us?"

"Ma cherie, if we fucked up there, we would break it," he whispers back with a low chuckle, and you laugh, beginning to massage him through his shorts. He responds with wandering hands, feeling down your shoulders and to your hips. Your bra slips out from under your shirt, but before you take your top off, you think of something.

"I'll keep it on, just in case," you murmur, and though Laf looks a little disappointed, he nods. You smirk. "Don't fret, baby... you can still touch me all you want." Lafayette eyes you hungrily, as if he wants to devour you, and you lean down into him, letting his lips latch onto your neck. He groans, admiring the deep purple mark he left on your collarbone.

"How are you going to cover that up tomorrow, mmm?"

"Lots of concealer and an out of season scarf," you grin, and push him down, taking his bottom lip between your teeth. After making out for a few minutes, you start feeling so hot you can barely breathe. Lafayette is dry humping you from beneath, his cock, which has filled out nicely by now, slotted between your legs and providing some stunning friction to bounce back against. But you don't just want to grind against him- you need him inside you.

"You've been such a good girl for me, hm?" Lafayette mumbles affectionately, playing with your hair, "Such a good kitten for daddy."

"Yeah, I've been good," you repeat, letting out a little whine. You want to taste his dick so bad that you begin to mouth kisses down his chest, to his stomach, down to where his penis is restricted tightly against his abdomen in boxers.

"Ahhh, tres jolie," he whispers, watching you slide down, and his eyebrows shoot up when he sees you going down on him.

"I want to taste you for hours," you grin back up, "I wanna watch your face when I take you in my mouth and put these lips to good use." Laf groans.

"(y/n), what you do to me..."

"Try not to moan too loud," you smile, and throw the covers over your head as you settle between your boyfriend's legs. You then take him out of his boxers, feeling the heavy weight of his erection in your hand before giving a tiny lick to his tip. His head falls back into the pillow, a sharp puff of air escaping his lips, and he lets his thigh slide between your legs, so you can ride it. Slowly dragging yourself against him and humming, you continue to take him in your mouth, this time all the way down to the base where a few dark curls tickle your nose. Laf's own nose scrunches up as he pants your name softly.

"So thick," you comment, "You've got such a nice cock, Laf... mmmm...." Closing your mouth back around him, you hollow out your cheeks, taking time to trace your tongue along every vein and unique dip on the underside. A few more minutes of this, the quiet slurping noises under the sheets and bounce of your wet panties against his knee arousing you both, Laf grimaces, rubbing a soothing hand down your head.

"Ma chou, I... ahhh am so close... I do not want to leave you unsatisfied."

Suddenly, you both hear a very small voice emerge from one of the rooms, and see a little kid come over.

"Laf? Herc?" they ask meekly. You stall your movements, hoping the kid can't see the lump under the sheets in the dark. Lafayette swallows, closes his eyes, fakes rousing awake, and smiles warmly.

"Andrew," he says, yawning, "Hercules has gone to get some tea from the mess hall. Are you alright?"

You listen in as the kid explains that he misses his family, and that he is homesick. As Laf is formulating an answer and relaying it to the child, you take him all the way in again, feeling him hit the back of your throat.

"Yesss, I completely understand," Laf tries, biting his lip hard, "H-Have you tried thinking of what they are doing now? Perhaps your mere or pere are sleeping... perhaps they are watching a film?"

Andrew smiles, and from where you are, you hope he doesn't want to go home. That would require Laf getting up and taking him all the way to the nurse's office at the other side of the camp, which poor Martha ran 24/7, to call home.

"Are you alright then, petit ami?" Laf asks, and he has to suppress a moan as you lick him obscenely. After a minute, Andrew answers.

"Yeah. I'm gonna go back to bed. Thanks."

You both exhale a sigh of relief, then Laf waves to the kid as he toddles back to bed.

"That was close," you hiss as Laf pulls the blanket up. He gives you a stern look, and you giggle a little, letting him pull you back up to him.

"I was going to come all over your face without warning," Lafayette whispers to you with a growl, "What a surprise that would have been, non?"

You grin wickedly. "Not an unwelcome one." You continue to giggle, surging forward to capture his lips in a kiss. Laf's head falls back to the pillow so that your body is completely resting on his. His hands find the back of your head, threading through your hair and whispering his intentions to you.

"I am going to fuck you until you cannot move," he growls, soft, innocent personality momentarily broken, "I am going to make you come so hard you will scream my name and wake the whole camp."

"Get down to doing," you whisper back, and roll your hips down against him.

"You are wearing too much, ma cherie," he hisses, and flips you over, making you squeal. He kisses your neck again, pulling your panties down. Tossing them completely off, he brings his fingers to rest on your inner thigh, teasing the soft skin there with little tickling circles. Shivers run up to your core, and you groan quietly, wiggling your hips to try and get him to touch you properly. He smiles, and patters his fingers even closer.

"Is... this what you want, ma fleur?" he asks, eyes wide and innocent. You nod feverishly, and he barely grazes your clit with his thumb. "Oh, this? Are you quite certain?" You glare down at him, and he laughs. "Excuse moi... I think I do, in fact, know what you need." With little warning, he slides two fingers into your pussy, curving them up and eliciting a soft, breathy sigh from you.

"Laf..." you gasp, "Lafayette..."

"Could you come on two of my fingers alone, ma cherie? I bet you could if we tried very hard..."

"Laf, please," you encourage, and he chuckles again, adding a third. You let out a string of not-so-hushed moans, light and airy, and though Lafayette is adjusting himself so that his boner gets a little friction, you marvel at his self control. He was always a gentleman in the bedroom, though- almost disregarding his own strong sex drive for your pleasure first. When you're sure you're going to come, he pulls out his fingers, leaving your chest heaving and fists clenching in the blanket. You look down in disappointment, and all you can see in the dark is his frizzy bun by your stomach.

"Laf!"

"Shhh... we don't want to wake the Woodsman, do we?" he teases, and you swat him as he finally tosses one leg over you. Spreading your legs for him and wrapping them around, you reach under the mattress and feel around for the stash of condoms... pulling one out, you pass it to Laf, and he rolls it on, the crinkle of the foil plus the crickets outside the only sound you can hear for miles. Laf tries to prop your leg up higher and spread himself out a little, but ends up half-slipping off the bed... you have to stifle a laugh at his disconcerted little frown; you always have problems with this- the beds were cramped, mostly because they weren't made for two. George's horny teenage proof cots strike again.

"There, I have figured it out," Laf whispers triumphantly, "If you put your right leg over my shoulder, and I keep my left leg down at the foot of the bed, we can do this." You do as he says, and he slowly eases himself inside of you, the slide easy with how wet you already are. His girth increases as he buries himself further, stretching your walls, and it feels so fucking good you feel you could come on his cock right there.

"Move, ahh, daddy, please," you murmur, taking in a sharp breath, and he draws out, pushing back in even deeper. Lafayette continues to thrust in and out of you, carefully and masterfully rubbing circles around your clit, and you trace patterns down his naked, muscular back.

"Dig them in," Laf whispers in your ear, "Go ahead and mark your daddy, (y/n), ma chou, for I am yours." You cry out softly, scraping your nails up his back, and Laf groans at the stimulation, quickening his thrusts. After a few seconds of moaning, he begins to really pound into you, babbling in french as you squeeze around him and arch your back into his arms. Adding to the already amazing mix of sensations, his hard chest is pressed tightly against yours, massaging your breasts between the two of you and sending sparks of pleasure down to your core.

Suddenly, his foot slips, and it lands on the floor off the bed, but that only spurs him on faster, using his footing for more power and leverage. Driving into you like you need it more than air, Laf whispers all the things he's feeling to you as your breath comes out in short, gasped out puffs.

"Je veux te donner tout mon sperme... tu es à moi, mon amour, tu es la plus belle créature vivante que j'ai jamais vue, j'ai besoin de t'entendre gémir pour moi..." (I want to give you all of my cum... you are mine, my love, you are the most beautiful living creature I have ever seen, I need to hear you moan for me...)

"Laf," you shudder, and he bites down into your shoulder as you come hard around him. He makes sure you have hit your climax before releasing himself, his warm seed shooting into the condom. His body shivers with oversensitivity and exhaustion, the muscles in his arms keeping him up threatening to give out. You ease him down over you so that his head is buried in your neck, and your breath steadies as he makes little noises that resemble a cat. You turn over in preparation for some rest- you had to sleep, as you had to wake up fifteen minutes earlier than the others to switch back beds. You smile, patting his head, and he kisses your earlobe.

"Je t’aime," he murmurs sleepily, tugging off the condom and tying it off blindly. You breathe in the scent of french lavender in his curls as his big arms wrap back around you.

"Je t’aime plus que le monde," you mumble in reply, kissing him on the lips one last time.

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The next morning at 7:30 AM in the Mess, Washington looks utterly fatigued.

"What's wrong, sir?" Alex asks, walking by with a monstrous coffee mug, "You look like somebody just ran you over with a double decker tank."

George blinks at him, sighing. "I appreciate that, Alexander."

"Nah, but you do look a little loopy," John tilts his head, throwing one leg over the bench seat, "You good, sir?"

"I was up very late last night, John- some animal near the lower cabins was making a racket. I tried to go out and search for it in the forest, so I could shoo it away, but..." He rubs his temples. "It just kept going."

Lafayette plops down beside you, peeling the lids off the six tapioca pudding cups he had nabbed from the kitchen. "Mon general," he nods, because that's a name that just kind of stuck for George since you had been coming here.

"Lafayette," he nods, "Did you happen to hear the strange creature lurking around your cabin last night?" You pause, and Laf's eyes widen earnestly, reply not skipping a beat.  

"Oh, monsieur, I'm afraid I did not... but I think I did hear an awful disturbance around Cabin 6. Thomas?" he smirks at his close friend, and Thomas and James blush furiously.

"We didn't-"

"There wasn't-"

"I didn't hear any-"

"Well," George nods, "I'll sure have to keep my attention on that cabin. Don't want any of those raccoons."

"No we don't," Thomas grits out at you two, and you and your boyfriend collapse into giggles as George gives you a knowing look- nothing gets past that man.