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seenoversundown · 8 months ago

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For Death Or Glory : Chapter Three

Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: Anxious Themes, Drinking/Alcohol (Caravel Tavern is a bar after all), Cursing, Brief mentions of fighting (including a SMALL mention of blood) Lots of frustrated/angry tones, poorly timed jokes, and last but certainly not least- a wave of yearning.

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: After getting the news that he didn't do everything he was meant to, Jake spends a stressful day at the bar. Trying to get everything taken care of, but it is just one of those days.

Author's Note: Happy Thursday! I honestly love this chapter so much. I've 110% had days like this and it just felt like it needed to happen. hehe okay happy reading xoxo

I'm Going Slight Mad - Queen "One wave short of a shipwreck, I'm not my usual top billing."

It started like any other day until it wasn’t.

Caravel Crew:

Jake: hey i know you guys have today off but do you mind stopping by for a few minutes?

Daniel: We definitely can

Melody: Might have a little surprise to bring you

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Setting my phone down, I start looking over the paperwork that Charlotte left for me. Now, I’m realizing why I never filled it out. I don’t know what half of this means. When I decided to buy the bar, I had no business background. I never went to college. I just immediately started working after high school. I don’t know where the desire to own a bar came from, and I don’t know if it was partially because it was this bar, but over time, it just sounded more and more like what I wanted to do. I guess I just never thought about this side of it.

I find myself reading the same sentences over and over. It’s becoming increasingly harder to focus on what I need to be doing. I just want to get this conversation over it. I never have a hard time with “tough” conversations, but to be fair, all the bartenders that I’ve let go over the last 10 months have deserved it. Or they quit on their own. Melody didn’t do anything wrong, and this is entirely my fault.

“Knock, knock, hellooo” Melody’s voice quietly rings through the office. I turn seeing her and Dan stood there before I see Iris’ sweet face light up. She looks up at her mom, who’s quickly signing, ‘you can go see him’.

“Hi, sweet girl,” I whisper out of habit. She scurries over, I pull her into a bear hug before she climbs into my lap.

“I’m sorry I made you guys stop in, but I figured it would be easier to just talk about this in person,” I tell them.

“No, it’s really okay,” Dan says, “We had some errands to do, and Miss Thing over there loves getting to see you and Josh, so she’s not going to complain.” Glancing down at her while she looks at my necklace intently.

“Okay, so–” I start, “The redhead who was here basically reminded me that I need to make you an official employee.”

“Okay… why do you seem nervous, though?” she questions.

“I need to get you certified with the state, it’s not a ‘requirement’ but it definitely looks better for us,” I know I probably sound and look defeated but at this point, who am I trying to fool?

“Did I get you into some shit?” her face falls a bit. Dan reached over to her for comfort.

“No, it’s not your fault. I was too ready to hire another person, and obviously, I know you, so I didn’t even think about it.”

‘Sad?’ Iris says, looking up at me.

I can’t help the small smile that breaks seeing her, ‘No, I’m okay,’ I tell her. Subtly making eye contact with Melody to make sure i’m signing everything correctly, which she just nods.

“So can I not work until then or..?”

I let out a long sigh, “I’ll just have you work with one of us until everything is done.”

Dan leans in, kissing the side of her head, before looking over at me, “Do you need help getting everything figured out?”

“No, it shouldn’t take me too long. I just need to sit down and actually do it.”

It’s practically clockwork the way Josh appears in the doorway. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he starts. But the- IS THAT MY BABYGIRL?” His voice rises as he drops into a squat. She runs into Josh’s arms, giggling the entire way. They really are a cute little pair, I think to myself. He spends a minute chatting with her before sending her back over to Dan.

“OH- the shipment is here, by the way.”

Fucking Christ, of course it comes today.

“I’ll be right there,” I shoot him a tight-lipped smile.

I look back to Melody, as I’m standing up from my desk, “I will figure this out and you will still be paid for whatever days you work even before the paperwork is submitted, okay?”

We end up talking for a few minutes before I actually make my way back into the bar. Rounding the corner, I see the next problem I have to tackle. Our entire shipment is just stacked up at the end of the hallway.

“Josh, why didn’t you tell them to just put everything in the cooler?” I look over to him as he’s drying glasses and putting them away. He doesn’t react to my question, which is weird for someone who never stops talking.

“Josh?” No response.

I walk towards him, which finally catches his eye, turning to me as he pulls out one of his headphones.

“There you are, I’ve been wa-” he starts, but I can’t stop myself from cutting in.

“Are you joking?” I snap, coming off harsher than I would like.

“What do you mean?”

I rub my eyes harder than I probably should before looking at him again, “Why didn’t you tell them to put the cases of beer in the cooler?”

“What do you mean..” he turns, seeing the shipment sitting at the end of the bar, “Oh.. oh my god.. I didn’t think they would start bringing it in until you signed for it.”

I inhale slowly, staring at him and doing my best not to lose it. It’s fine; everything will be fine. Just sign for the shipment and start moving everything. Maybe Dan won’t mind helping for a few minutes.

“It’s fine,” I grab his arm gently. 'I’m sorry. It’s not a big deal.” I turn away from him, head outside, and sign for everything. Nothing more than a ‘thanks so much, have a good one’, and then I’m back inside, ready for whatever else is going to go wrong today. If I only knew.

Thankful that Dan is at the bar talking to Josh, I quickly walk over to him,

“Where’d the girls go?”

“Mel took Iris to the car. The little lady was getting antsy,”

“Do you mind helping me get these out of the way?” He glances over, his eyes going wide, before nodding.

The two of us have spent a lot of time working together, given the shipyard and all. I think we would both agree that having someone there that we knew made the experience a bit better. It’s not the most exhilarating job you could have, but it pays well and has benefits. Which, when you’re in your early twenties, is about all you can ask for.

We both round the corner into the cooler and set everything down, just on the floor so we can organize it at some point today. Just another thing I’ll need to take care of now.

“Do you need me to work tonight?” he asks quietly.

“What? No, I already feel bad making the two of you stop by. Enjoy your day off.” I probably could use the help today but, none of this is his fault, so I’m not going to make him come in.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind, really.”

“I’m positive. I appreciate you just helping me move these, so I didn’t have to ask Josh,” we both laugh at the thought of Josh lugging cases of beer around. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

I don’t know how long I’ve been in this cooler, but I’m nearing the end of organizing and taking inventory of what we have. We probably should have done this sooner because we definitely could have used a few more things. Setting my notebook down, trying to move things around, I hear a faint, ‘Hey Jake,’ coming through the wall. I finish shifting some of the beers around to make more sense before grabbing my notebook and making my way back out to the bar.

I only make it a few steps down the hall before I hear chatter coming from the bar. That’s weird? Sliding my phone out of my pocket, it is Tuesday, right? Why is it so loud out there? Picking up my pace, I toss the notebook onto my desk in passing. Rounding the corner behind the bar, I saw a slew of faces at the bar, and most of the tables were filled.

“Uh, what the fuck is going on?” I lean into Josh so nobody can hear me.

“I have been trying to figure that out this whole time,” he whispers back, “Did you not hear me call for you?”

“No, I did, I just didn’t think it was for this.”

He looks at me, clearly scattered, “I have the bar handled,”

I just nod, hustling out to the tables one by one, taking orders. I spend most of my time behind the bar; usually Josh is the one running to tables and charming everyone who comes in.

I run drinks to each table, making sure everybody is good for a few. After what feels like the thousandth time walking behind the bar, I cave.

Jake: hey bud, is there any chance you can come help? We’re swamped and it’s just josh and i. Please I’ll pay you for real

Sam: I guess I can. Bird and Quinn wanna watch some shitty tv show anyway

Jake: youre the best

“Sam’s on his way,” I whisper to Josh as he’s pouring a fresh beer for someone.

He breathes out, “Thank God,” sliding the fresh beer across the bar. I don’t know where all of them are coming from.” The door chime rings quietly amongst the bar chatter, and the music flows from the jukebox as more people happily saunter through.

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Once Sam came in, things got a bit easier, and I only had to run drinks to people rather than bussing the tables as I was taking orders. Josh continued tending the bar. It’s absurd for a Tuesday to be this busy. Nobody has a clear answer on why they all ended up here tonight, either. I’ll take busy over a typical boring Tuesday night around here–

“Ooooooooo,” every patron of the bar collectively says in a chorus of ooo’s and ahhh’s. Looking over to Sam, who may as well have his tail between his legs, standing in front of a pile of broken glasses. Fuck.

I hustle over to him, “What happened?”

“I was just trying to save a trip, so I had a shit load of glasses, and then well.. I sorta tripped myself.”

I let out a long breath, trying not to laugh at how nervous he seems, “You and Willa really are a match made in heaven, huh?” I sneak past him and the broken glass, “Stay here. I’ll grab a broom.”

Stopping in my office quickly, order some more glasses, I scribble into my notebook.

“Here, I’ll do it,” he reaches out, taking the broom and dustpan from me. His eyebrows are still pulled together as he sets the dustpan on the chair next to him.

I grab his arm gently, “I’m not mad at you, Sam.” I squeeze his arm a few times before he squats down to clean up the mess, and I go back to running around like a headless chicken.

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It takes us a bit to get into a good flow, but between the three of us, we’ve managed. I don’t think the bar has ever been this busy during the week. Josh and I have switched so he can get out and talk to more people, which he’s definitely more comfortable doing. I found myself back behind the bar, which I feel like I can handle a bit better because it’s fewer people to focus on. Sam doing everything he can to help us keep up between bussing tables, running drinks, and washing glasses.

Tapping my phone screen, 11:45 pm glows back at me. Thank God we’re almost there. Even though I never finished the paperwork I should have, at least this night is so close to being over. I set the shaker in the sink, turning around quickly to grab a fresh napkin to put underneath the glass, when I hear ‘ope’ escape Josh loudly. Of course, not before I feel the chill of a fresh beer soaking through my pant leg.

“Sick.” I mutter, trying not to make a big deal out of it. I grab the napkin and the drink sliding them over to the customer. Nothing like wet denim.

“Jake, I’m sorry,” Josh cringes, looking over at me as he pours another beer from the tap.

I take a deep breath, fighting the urge to be angry, yet again. I grab a shot glass and whatever bottle of Whiskey my hand lands on. I poured it for myself quickly and threw it back. Grimacing at the burn it leaves in my throat.

“Drinking on the-” Josh starts, and immediately stops when I whip my head over to him with a tight-lipped smile and my eyes wide, “Carry on!” he backs off slowly.

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The night goes on, my beer-soaked jeans and all. People start filtering out around midnight, which is pretty typical. We get mild enjoyment from watching the drunk girls try to walk on the cobblestone just across the street from us, which at this rate, might be the best thing to happen to me today. The three of us have a laugh together as we watch someone have to catch their girlfriend mid-fall when we hear the worst possible sound at 12:35am.

‘What the fuck did you just say to me?’ cuts through everyone’s chatter.

Stopping me in my tracks. Why does that voice sound familiar? I start walking towards the sound to realize who it is. Shit, shit, shit. Why didn’t I take Dan up on working tonight? I look at Josh, mouthing, ‘You stay here.’

Another loud ‘You motherfucker’ caused more people to look.

Weaving between people who naturally have stood up to see what’s going on. For fucks sake, this would happen. Letting out a quiet “excuse me, sorry” as I nudge my way through, I manage to make it to the problem just as another good contact punch was thrown. Fucking Craig.

“Are you fucking joking?” I ask louder than usual. He turns to face me, and I can tell he’s realized he was caught.

“Excuse me?” the bigger one spits out.

“Why are you in my bar, Greg?” I laugh, watching blood slowly leak from his nose.

“It’s Craig,”

“I don’t care, why are you here?”

“I mean I just-“

“You just what? You just came here to start shit in my bar? AGAIN?” My voice slowly rose; the pent-up anger from today started to seep out.

I grab his shirt as I get closer to him, the blood from his nose creeping over his mouth.

“I told you to stay out of here, and you disrespected me this time,” I ball up his shirt in my fist tighter, “now leave, you piece of shit.” Shoving him towards the door, he stumbles into a table.

He makes his way to the door, turning back to me, “Yeah, well, fuck you and your brother!” hollering as he walks out into the night.

“How will I ever recover?” I laugh to myself.

I look over to the guy who punched Craig, where Sam is already stood in front of him.

“Jeff, right?”

Oh, Sammy boy I’ll let you have this one.

“Uhh-“

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave..” Sam tells him, grabbing his arm and gesturing to the door.

“Why do I have to leave? He started it?”

The grimace on Sam's face at his rebuttal making me laugh before he spits out, “Yeaahhh… and you punched him so.. I think it’s obvious,”

“So.. you like getting in bar fights AND ditching women on dates?” Sam asks.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re a real stand-up guy, Jeff,” Sam says, the sarcasm alone should sober him up enough to drive. I watch as Sam opens the door and pushes him through, turning to me with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“God, that felt good. I knew that dude was a prick,” he barks out a laugh.

Spending a couple minutes mingling amongst the tables who were close to the action, making sure everybody is okay and apologizing for the unfortunate disturbance. Grateful that nobody was truly upset, and honestly, they kept applauding me for taking care of it. Maybe I’m actually okay at this? I hadn’t really needed to break up many fights here since we opened, because Dan usually gets people out before it starts.

I walk up behind Josh, leaning close to him so only he can hear, “I doubt he’ll ever try to come back now.”

His face turned towards me, “Did he actually get hit?”

“Oh, absolutely. His nose was probably broken.”

His smile grows, “He deserved that.”

“Yeah he did,” I laughed because nobody deserved it more than him.

The rest of the night went smoothly. Everybody started filtering out, and we were down to just a handful by 1:45 am. Grateful they had all already paid, they were heading towards the door by the time good ole Bob began to play through the speakers. I don’t know if that’s offensive to Bob or if they can tell we want to go home.

We only spent a few minutes cleaning up before I told Sam to go home. Promising him, I would send him money as soon as I finished up here and locked the front door behind him.

“Let’s finish this tomorrow, Bub,” I tell him as I’m walking back over to the bar, “It’s been a long enough day.”

I’ve never seen someone drop what they’re doing faster. Throwing the cleaning rag under the bar and grabbing his phone, I watch him hustle to the back door. It’s hard not to laugh at it, maybe it’s the exhaustion. Shutting all the lights off as I walk through and locking up the bar, we’re finally free. The paperwork will be a future me problem.

“Tomorrow’s a new day,” Josh says quietly, squeezing my shoulder as we walk into the stairwell.

I take a deep breath, letting it out with a, “You’re right.”

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We quietly get into the apartment. Considering the night we both endured, we don’t really say much past ‘goodnight’. I fall back into my bed, just staring at the ceiling for a few minutes. First thing tomorrow, I’ll get those forms filled out. I just need to focus. Today was a mess, so maybe a fresh set of eyes will help.

Tossing my jeans that smell horrendous at the pile of dirty laundry as I make myself more comfortable. Scrolling through my phone for a minute to try and decompress from the day, my stomach drops.

‘People you may know..’ on Instagram will always haunt me, full of people I went to high school with that I no longer talk to. This time though feels like torture.

‘Charlotte Rhodes’ sits there for a second before my curiosity gets the best of me. I tap on her name, revealing that her account is private. I should have known; she seemed fairly reserved, but I couldn’t resist clicking on her profile picture.

Her loose red waves pass her shoulders, her freckles on display. This must be from summer, and she looks like she’s been in the sun. The way she is laughing; her smile is so big. The green of her eyes peeks through even if she’s squinting. Whoever took this photo is lucky to have her look at them like this.

I linger on her photo for longer than I should admit, but lord have mercy, she is beautiful. ‘You really run a tight ship around here, huh?’ plays in my head. My heart feels weird thinking about it. I know I’m probably overthinking it, but in my head, that was her way of subtly flirting. Even if I promptly made a fool of myself after. The boys will never let that one go, either. My eyes start to feel heavy, and I toss my phone onto my nightstand. I lay there in the dark, closing my eyes and hoping to fall asleep soon. But my mind won’t ease up; all I can think of is her.

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fanofafan2ff · 5 years ago

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52: Arrived

Madison

I adjusted the blinds in the room so the sun wouldn’t come in as much. It didn’t matter though. Chloe was only going to sleep for an hour before she woke up because she either realized no one was holding her or she was hungry.

Is it possible that a baby could already be spoiled at six weeks? Because Chloe Monét Brown was just that.

After Mijo and Mel’s wedding, it was like my pregnancy was moving in slow motion. The weeks were going by so slowly, I felt like I’d never hit 40 weeks. But when I did and sis still wasn’t here... I was completely over it! I was beyond uncomfortable, tired, sick, fed, and up- in that order.

Our doctor had given us a two week timeline and if she wasn’t out by then, I’d have to be induced. But, Little Miss Brown wasn’t having that. A day shy of being seven days overdue, my water broke in the middle of the night. I was surprisingly calm.. but all that flew out the window once my first contraction hit.

Thankfully, Chloe didn’t torture me for hours labor wise. I was already dialed to 4 by time we got to the hospital. It didn’t take me long to get to 10 before I was pushing. She was 5 pounds and 2 ounces, which surprised me because I thought she’d be a little bigger than that.

And as young as she was, she already had a personality of her own. She loved to be held and cuddled by everyone, especially Christian. He loved his sister and nobody could tell him anything about his Coco. That’s what he called her and he made sure nobody thought they could call her that too. He was already so over protective of her.

It was definitely and adjustment, having both him and Chloe. Having two kids was no joke. It was extremely difficult about three weeks ago when we got to take her home. He was having kind of a hard time realizing he wasn’t the only child anymore. He had a whole tantrum and even told Chris and I that we liked the baby more than him.

My poor pumpkin felt like we didn’t love him all because he wasn’t the center of attention anymore. In a way it was cute but also concerning. Dr. Lopez had informed me about stuff like this happening but to actually see it was crazy. So one night, after dinner, we made sure to sit down with him and just talk things through.

We let him know that even though Chloe was getting a lot of attention it didn’t mean we loved him any less. And once we incorporated him into her routines, he couldn’t get enough of her. He loved taking naps with her and whenever he’d wake up before her and she started fussing in her sleep, he’d rub her back just the way Chris and I taught him how to so she would doze right back off to sleep. He especially loved to give her his special big brother good night kisses.

Sometimes I swore this wasn’t my life.

It was around 10am, so Christian was in school today and wouldn’t be home until around 4:30. The house was clean and quiet and I was in heaven.. at lest for another hour. I made sure to readjust the baby monitor so I could see her clearly on my phone and pulled up the door before exiting and making my way to the bedroom.

Since giving birth six weeks ago, I’d already dropped 20 pounds which I was grateful for, since I’d gained damn near 50. I’d been eating better, trying to exercise, and breast feeding helped a lot too. All the extra weight on me just didn’t make me feel like myself and I hated it. This shit had to go.

I sheded my pajamas and pulled on some compression shorts and a T shirt. I slipped on the first pair of Nikes I saw and sauntered downstairs to the gym.I kept the baby monitor app up and watched Chloe’s chest fall and rise and she napped in the dimly lit room. I popped one of my Airpods in and started some music up while I started the treadmill up.

MoneyBagg Yo’s voice flowed through my ears as my fast walking turned into strides. Not before long I was in a groove and jogging at a nice pace. I wasn’t anywhere near where I wanted to be weight loss wise. I intended on losing the 50 pounds I’d gain during this pregnancy and well as an additional 20. All together, I needed 70 pounds gone.

Of course everyone around me though my weight loss goal was crazy, seeing as though I was only six weeks postpartum, but I needed this time in the gym for myself. I hadn’t been working as much while I was pregnant with there being so much going on so there was that. After giving birth, I was stuck in this routine of being a stay at home mom and I never saw this for myself so it was weird.

But breast feeding full time came with a lot, so I told myself I’d give it 6 months and then slowly ween Chloe off my boob. After that, I’d go back to working and getting my business back on track. My pockets weren’t hurting for cash at all, thank God. But, I never saw myself living doing the stay home mom thing for real.

And you know who was supportive the who every step on the way when I told them my plan.

Christopher Maurice Brown.

I’d told him my weight goal and before I could even get the reasons why out of my mouth he was already asking if I needed him to get me a trainer. He even vowed to get healthier with me. He wanted to know what he could do to help me out of the funk of the stay at home mom routine. He wanted to help me revive my business. He just.. was everything. I really loved that man to the moon and back.

It was having his support that made literally everything so easy.

Especially with the kids. Chris made sure to make his family a priority- even while having a million and one things to tackle. He was front row center for everything that had to do with Christian and Chloe. He was getting Christian to school and packing lunches, he was changing diapers and rocking her back to sleep when I was too tired to move.

I just really had to thank God for blessing me with this man, even with everything we had been through.

An hour later I had ran about 3 miles, did ab workouts and also worked on my glutes. I was feeling good. I made my way back upstairs and checked on Chloe. I was surprised she hadn’t woken up yet. I used to time to indulge in a super long shower. I even got to wash my hair. She’d not only help my gain a little more junk in the trunk but my hair had grown an extra five inches. I was so thankful. My hair needed a break from wigs and extensions.

After I got dressed and ran some product through my hair, I climbed back in the bed and got comfortable. As the weeks went by she was sleeping a bit more soundly and I was so thankful. I finally had a moment to myself and decided to indulge in social media.

I honestly hadn’t been on there in a while. Between being so busy and actually not caring about what people posted for real these days, I only found myself on here when I had a few minutes of down time.

Cute outfit.

New boutique.

Cute hair style.

“Oh, her nails are bomb.” I said out loud to myself. I continued to scroll through my feed making sure to like a few things. I could feel my eyes slowly getting heavier as I scrolled through my feed. I double checked that Chloe was okay and decided to take a nap. I made sure to set an alarm for 1pm, ensuring that I’d sleep for at least 45 minutes.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been asleep when I felt wet lips on my face. “She sleep man.” Chris laughed. “But I missed her today.” Christian whispered. I guess he wasn’t trying to wake me up. He was the cutest, I swear.

“Hi pumpkin.” I giggled. He crawled back over and suffocated me with a mini bear hug. “I made Coco a picture today at school.” He boasted. “Oh, you did?” “Yeah, and daddy said I could show it to my grandmas cause they’re gonna come today.” He rambled. Today?

I look at over Chris who was shaking his head at Christian. “Yooo.. you can’t hold water.” He laughed. “Surprise.” Chris shrugged. “Aw, they’re coming?” I smiled tiredly. “Yeah they should be here tonight. I knew y’all was missing each other and they wanted to come see Christian and Chloe. So, I got em some flights and they’ll be staying here for a week or two. And you need the help when I leave.” He said.

He would be leaving for a promo run for his album next week. He’d only be gone for a week and a half, but that seemed like forever these days. We’d spent so much time together lately I honestly forgot what it was like to miss him. And I really didn’t want to remember.

“You’re the sweetest.” I said honestly. “Gimme kiss.” I puckered my lips for him. He leaned over and pecked me quickly. “Ew.” Christian gagged. He got himself off the bed and ran to his room which made Chris and I laugh. I swear he was so dramatic.

I grabbed my phone and checked the time to see I’d only been sleep for 30 minutes. I checked the baby monitor app and saw Chloe was still sleeping. “Why did you pick him up so early?” I asked. He still had a cool 3 hours left. “I missed my son.” He shrugged. He eased on the bed and laid himself right on top of me making me laugh.

“Whyyyyy?” I whined. “Cause I missed my wife too.” “Fiancé .” I corrected. He kissed his teeth. “Fiancé.” He mocked in a voice that was supposed to sound like mine that made me laugh. I placed both my hands on his face and gave him another kiss. “Did you check on Chloe when you got in?” I asked. “Yeah, was still knocked out. That titty milk be having my babygirl gone.” He laughed before rolling off of me.

He placed his arms behind his head and got comfortable. He done a white T shirt, grey Nike shorts, and some socks. His was growing out his facial hair and slowly but surely, his beard was connecting. The scruffy look worked for him. But then again, what doesn’t? He looked so comfortable.. yet so fine.

“Madison.” I heard before snapping back into reality. “Huh?” “Where yo ring at?” He asked. I looked down at my left hand immediately. Shit, where did I put it this time? “I think I took it off in the bathroom last night.” “You think?” He chuckled darkly. “Aight.” He nodded before rolling out the bed and heading to the closet.

My ring was just a little too big for my finger, so it was always sliding off my finger whenever I wore it. Chris and I meant to get it resized but, it’s just been too many things going on. I kept telling myself I needed to do it as soon as possible because I was truly sick of us having this petty argument.

I got up and made my way to the bathroom. I opened the small jewelry box on my vanity and pulled my ring out before slipping it on my finger. I sauntered into the closet and watched as he pulled one of his million duffle bags from the shelf. He had been putting off packing for his trip for days but he was just ready to do it now.. all of a sudden. He was so aggravating I swear.

But, honestly, I was in no mood to argue today. I walked up behind him as he sorted through his Nike collection, trying to pick out some shoes. I pouted as I wrapped my arms around him. “Don’t be mad at me.” I whined. “I’m sorry. See, I put it back on.” I extended my hand so he could see.

“Cool.” He uttered, not even bothering to take a look at the ring. I walked around and stood in front of him. I put his face in my hands for the second time today. “Christopher. Stop being petty.” I rubbed over his ears to relax him a bit. “I keep telling you, it’s too big. I don’t want it to fall off and I don’t want to lose it so I take it off. You think I’m trying to look single out here or something?” I asked.

"I have two kids, nobody’s gonna want me.” I shrugged. The joke made him kiss his teeth. “Stop being mad at meeee.” I continued to whine. “I’m not mad.” He ensured. I let his face go and he continued to sort through his shoes. “I just want you to wear it, alright? I love seeing you have it on your finger.” He explained. “We getting it resized before I leave. Cool?” He asked. I nodded and puckered my lips for a kiss.

He bent down and got dangerously close to my lips before pulling back, “Ha, you thought!” I hated when he did that shit. “You’re not gonna kiss me?” I pouted. “I’m good love.” The side eye I was giving him was vicious. He thought that shit was so funny. I nodded and backed away from him.

“Keep that same energy, Brown. Keep that same energy. Cause when I get clearance from my doctor next week, you’re gonna be sick. You’re going to live in the doghouse. Better get real acquainted with that left hand, play boy.” I stuck my middle finger at him and made myself comfortable on top of the island which was a few steps away from him.

He looked back at me with a playful smile.

“Cap.” He muttered. I lifted my eyebrow, daring him to continue. “I know your body like the back of my hand. You just went six weeks without this dick. And if you put me in the doghouse.. you gon be sick.” He chuckled. “Why does this sound like a bet?” I grinned.

“What you tryna put on it, baby mama?” He asked as he walked over. He knew what he was doing. His hands immediately came in contact with my thighs. He ran small circles over them while staring in my eyes. Ugh, I couldn’t stand him.

“Let’s put a week of dirty diapers on it.” I said pushing his hands of me. He found it funny but nodded anyway. “Seal it with a kiss?” He asked puckering his lips up. I learned forward and just before we could kiss, I backed up and placed my hand in his face. “You thought!”

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“What she said sis? That pussy is clear for take off!” Kaya clapped. “Pchttt!” Ashley cosigned making the worst airplane sound I’d ever heard in my life. I laughed obnoxiously loud as we sat in the back of the Mexican restaurant.

I had just left my 6 week check up and I was all good to have sex again. My health was in good shape as well, and I’d lost an additional five pounds. I was feeling good. I had been locked in the house for weeks and I needed to get away and just breathe. So, Mel decided we could all have lunch together.

Both my babies were at home with both their grandmas. The love and support I’d been smothered this week was so needed. Chris left a few days ago and I was really missing him. Christian would get so sad when he wasn’t here to bring him to school everyday, but Chris promised they’d pick right back up where they left off.

Both Mama J and Tasha were loving being here with them, but honestly, I think I loved it more. They wouldn’t let me do anything but breastfeed her Chloe. After I’d feed her they’d whisk her away from grandma time which gave me time to catch up on some sleep. My skin and body were so thankful for it. My dad was a bit too busy to take off work but he’d let me know he’d be out to visit soon. I felt like it had been so long since I seen him.

“It’s just a shame that yo husband ain’t here to be the pilot.” Mel nudged me. I hadn’t told them about the bet and I wasn’t going to. They would root for Chris anyway. I only giggled i response to her words. “I do miss him.” I admitted. It had only been a week and I was ready for it to be over.

“So when are you gonna start planning the wedding?” Mel asked. I shrugged. “Any theme in mind?” Another shrug. “Who’s the maid of honor?” Kaya asked. Another shrug. I literally had no idea. And honestly, the wedding wasn’t on my priority list right now.

Our waiter came over to the table and somehow Kaya convinced me to get a margarita. I was only having one to celebrate my health and I knew I had to pump and dump my breast milk for the next few hours. I was so glad I’d decided to pump before I decent amount before I had left this morning.

After a few sips, I was already tipsy. I had never been a light weight, but being away from alcohol for so long had me feeling like I was a college freshman again. It wasn’t before long that I was officially drunk. Shit, it was barely 1pm and I was gone.

The girls immersed themselves in girl talk as I quickly sent a message on my phone.

I miss you.

And your dick 😢

I was trying my hardest to not lose this bet Chris and I had going... but fuck.

We had sex up until I was about 8 months but after that I literally just couldn’t bother. I was so uncomfortable those last couple weeks I didn’t want to be touched. But, in this moment Chris was making me eat my words.

I was sick.

I stared into space quietly and I could see myself laid out in the middle of our king sized bed with my legs spread open while Chris sucked on me like his life depended on it. I blinked, and I could see him pushing my thighs back into the mattress and he pounded into me and whispered how good I felt in my ear. I had to take a breath because it’s was as if I could feel every bit of it.

“Hello?” Ashley snapped. “Did you hear me?” She asked. “Sorry, what?” “I said, I’m single. I’ve decided to devote this year to myself and career.” She shrugged. “So, no more fucking Austin?” I asked. “Nope.” She made sure to pop the third letter.

“Well, I’m gonna try not to.” She laughed. “Fuck, I just be having them stupid ass moments of weakness when I’m drunk. And Austin never tells me no. That’s he problem!” She reasoned. “Why toxic dick be so goooood?” She whined. “Preach, sister.” Kaya clapped.

“I’m just gonna keep the focus on myself. Stay celibate- to the best of my ability. Build my brand and kill shit. Period.” She signaled with her hand. “Well, you got our support babes. Always, you know that.” Mel chimed in. “Plus, you know we gon call you the fuck out if you start fucking him again and don’t tell us. Yeah, bitch I’m still salty.” Kaya rolled her eyes.

Once all the hoopla around Mel’s wedding went away, Ashley spilled her guts on her and Austin messing around again. Turns out they had been having sex wayyyy longer than anyone knew about. She thought he was trying to rekindle the relationship, but turns out he just really wanted to keep having sex. He was stringing her along and once she picked up on it she was out. She would slip up a few times though.

Ashley rolled her eyes right back. “Well, like I said, toxic dick be good.” She said making us laugh. “I think I wanna move to Atlanta with Ant.” Kaya blurted out. My eyes bulged. That was a big ass step. Especially since Kaya was so strategic with her love life now. Ty really fucked her head up. It took a while for Ant to get through to her, so to hear that she was thinking about moving to another city for him was big.

“Yeah, I know.” She let out a nervous laugh before shrugging. “Wow, that’s big Kaya.” Mel weighed in. “Crazy thing about it is... I’m not even afraid to do. I think... I’m gonna do it.” She sighed. “Am I crazy?” She asked.

“No!” We agreed in unison. “You love him, and if you think y’all are ready for that step, we’re behind you 100 percent of the way.” I stated. I’m sure Ashley and Mel felt the same way and my sentiments were correct when they chimed in with the nods and words of approval. She looked like she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Wait.. that means we’re not gonna be a foursome anymore.” Ashely stated. “Bitch, we gon always be a foursome! The fuck. I wish y’all would have a bitch try to take my spot.” Kaya ranted. I swear we could never have a moment.

We continued girl talk and I had decided to have one more margarita and take another shot or two. I was officially down for the count. Mel wasn’t drinking really and opted to drive me home. On the way home, I couldn’t shake the feeling between my legs. I really missed my man.

He still hadn’t texted me back so I decided to call him. No answer. I sighed and slipped my phone back into my Birkin. I was over it. We pulled up to the house maybe about five minutes later and I let Mel know she didn’t have to come inside. I walked up the driveway and slipped inside the house quickly.

I immediately noticed how quiet it was so that could only mean no one was home or they were all asleep. I waltzed in the kitchen fumbling with my bag as I tried to pull my phone out. My eye cause the pink reminder slip hitched under the magnet in the kitchen.

Took the kids to the zoo. We should be home around 4. Love you!

- Mama and Tasha

They were so cute. I found it funny that they never opted to just text me, they always left notes. I sighed at the quietness throughout the house and grabbed a bottle of water out the fridge. I downed the water quickly before shuffling up the steps and into the bed.

I needed nap.

I stripped myself of my jeans and bra and snuggled into the bed with just my shirt and panties on. The buzz I had was going to make for a excellent nap. I yawned and hummed for a few minutes before I felt myself drifting off.

I stirred when I felt cold hands on my skin. They ran from the top of my thighs down to my knees and then back to my thighs again. A pair of lips connected to my neck next and I thought I was dreaming when I saw Chris staring back at me.

“So what you missed more? Me or this dick?” He asked before planting his lips on mine. “Definitely the dick.” I giggled. I wasn’t even about to ask how he was here right now. All that mattered is that he was. I pulled him down for another kiss. “I missed you... so much.” I mumbled in between kisses.

“I.. missed you...more.” He replied. His tongue instinctively found its way into my mouth and I let him take control. He used his knees to spread my thighs so he could lay in between them. He pressed himself against me and I could just feel how hard he was. I was still a little buzzed which made all of this feel even better.

He helped me out my clothes quickly before pulling off the shirt and Nike shorts he was wearing. With barely any foreplay, I was soaked and ready. He began running the head over my clit which sent shivers through me. He literally watched as I got wetter for him. I was sick of him playing with me.

As if he knew how antsy I was getting he stopped the teasing and began pushing my thighs back so they were touching the mattress. It always amazed me how flexible I could be once it involved taking dick. He used one of his hands to guide himself to my entrance. He began teasing me again, and just before I could protest, he slowly slid inside me.

I gasped and instinctively sent my hand to his lower torso. He pulled out some before sending a few more inches inside of me as I cried out. “Shitttt.” I sighed. He moved slowly as my body got reacquainted to his size. Once he sensed that I fully adjusted he picked up his speed.

I could hear how wet I was over our skin slapping together. The beautiful harmonies our bodies created made me even wetter. His hand found its way around my neck and my eyes rolled at the pleasure the lack of oxygen sent me. I shut my eyes for a second before I moaned and forced them open to look him in the eyes.

He was concentrated on watching collide. “Fuck.” I heard him groan before looking away and finally into my eyes. “You lost.” He grinned.

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headoverhiddles · 6 years ago

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Disorderly Conduct - Sheriff Brackett x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You go visit the Sheriff at work to see if you can have a little fun. Then, an unexpected visitor forces you to improvise.

@chari-koopa

It was one of those days.

Most days at work were alright-- Sheriff Brackett liked to think he did an on-par job taking care of Haddonfield and all its good citizens. Of course, today was one of those "fuddle days," as he called them. Everything was sticky and hot, as things got in early July, and Mrs. Bedford had called him all the way to Sicamore Road across town to settle a dispute with her neighbor over their gardening line. (He supposed it was for the best-- it had escalated to bearing arms by the time he got there.)

Now he was looking forward to settling in with his sticky bun in the office until someone else decided they needed him.

"Sheriff?" Brackett looks up, clouds in his mind parting.

"Hm?"

"You've got a... visitor."

The fact that the officer was on the verge of a smirk should have tipped Brackett off, but one thing he was not was observant. Who could it be now, come along to bother him?! Maybe Jed from Strawberry Lane, come to complain about Mr. Adler’s golden retriever fucking up his lawn again. God forbid he have an actual issue to deal with as Sheriff, instead of riding around the streets in a god damn fur cap looking like Davy Crockett.

He headed right into his office, taking off said hat and sunglasses...

"Christ almighty!"

You smile up at the sheriff as he shuts the door quickly, checking out the frosted glass to see if anyone else saw you.

"Calm down. Nobody saw me but deputy hoo-hah in there. Shouldn't there be some more cops on duty? This is a station, right?"

"What are you doing out lookin' like that?!" Brackett blurts, cheeks reddening. You bite your lip, squishing your tits together a little more. You love making him squirm, and the remodeling of your school outfit did just that.

"I thought I'd come say hi."

"And what've you done to your uniform?" he sighs, swallowing as his eyes come to rest on your extremely accentuated bust. You had made a few modifications to your school uniform to make it sexier. The skirt now barely grazed the bottom of your ass, and your buttons were popping beneath your breasts.

"I made it my own."

"You sure did that," he nods. He rubs his face as he sits down. "You do realize everyone I work with is gonna think I'm a pervert now."

"Not if I were to beg you to fuck me loud enough for them to hear."

"(y/n)!"

You giggle. "Not that I would."

"You better not--"

"Fuck me!"

"Hun, I'm warning you!"

"What're you gonna do, daddy?" you breathe, spreading your legs. His eyes go down to your panties, which he can see are soaked through. He undoes the top two buttons of his uniform, takes a deep breath, and stands you up.

"Wait for me at home, I won't be long."

"But daddy, I need you now," you moan, grabbing his arm. He escorts you to the door, rubbing your shoulders.

"Sweetie, daddy's at work, he's working, he'll be home so--" He stops mid sentence and gasps a little as you reach forward to palm him through his pants. "What are you--" he gives a raspy moan, and you feel him get hard in record time.

"Mmm, I don't think you want me to stop now, do you daddy?" you blink up at him, licking your lips, and he grabs your arm, leading you over to his desk and hastily undoing his belt buckle.

"You drive me wild, princess," he mumbles, hurriedly taking himself out, "But you know it."

"Mhm," you smirk wickedly, and lick your lips at the sight of his cock. "Fuck, I want it, sir."

"Real fast," he groans, parting your thighs and grabbing onto one, "And I mean real fast." Just then, the landline on his desk rings. "Jesus," he mutters, and you press the speakerphone button for him, taking your top off. "This is Brackett!" His voice sounds so strong and authoritative when he's at work, and it turns you on. He knows that, so he tries to play it up.

"Sheriff, there's a Doctor here, said he came from Smith's Grove or somethin'. Got a big problem he's gotta talk to you about."

"You don't sound too urgent about the whole thing," Brackett says, moving your hips closer to his.

The deputy's voice lowers. "That's because he seems like a bit of a wingnut.”

"Can it wait for five minutes?" Brackett blurts in exasperation.

"Only five sir?" You can hear the deputy smirking. Brackett looks less than amused as you giggle and bite your finger.

"That's enough outta you Ronson, keep quiet and tell him--"

Just then, there's a flurry of hard knocks at the office door.

"Sheriff!" It's a British voice. "Sheriff, I really must see you, it's a terrible emergency!" More banging.

"Oh hell," Brackett mutters, looking down at your spread out body on his desk, and you decide to take matters into your own hands. You slip under the desk, and Brackett follows your lead, quickly taking a seat in his chair just as the doctor bursts in.

"Haven't you ever heard of waitin' to be invited in?" Brackett snaps, covering his lap up, and the doctor puts his hands up.

"Sheriff, I'm Dr. Loomis. I'm so sorry for my lack of etiquette but this situation doesn't have very much time for it, I'm afraid."

"Alright doctor," Brackett says, sitting back, "I'm all ears. What's this big problem you've got for me?"

"Well you see, 15 years ago, I looked after a boy--"

As Loomis begins to speak, you put your hands on the sheriff's knees. He chokes a little as you get closer...

"--the devil's eyes. I couldn't get through to him. Now, he is dangerous, and he is coming here! Tonight!"

You swallow his cock down.

"Oh my god," Brackett breathes. Loomis hesitates.

"...Yes well, I'm glad you see the gravity of the situation, to be honest I feared you wouldn't--"

You go back to sucking him, almost gagging as you take him to the back of your throat. You start to dig your fingernails into his thighs through his uniform pants as you bob up and down on his cock.

"--and I believe he will make first for his childhood home."

You lick a stripe across the head.

"Jesus fucking Christ."

"My thoughts exactly, Sheriff." You go up and down, tightening your lips and playing with the vein on his erection, teasing him, working him up to an amazing orgasm.

Brackett white knuckles the desk with one hand, and taps your head with the other. He's close, you can feel it by the way he's thrusting ever so slightly into your mouth. You're so wet, trapped there between daddy's legs choking on his cock, pushing him to the absolute edge. You'd get it in bed later for this.

Doctor Loomis pauses his rant for a moment, eyeing the sheriff's appearance. His eyes are fluttering closed, and his breathing is heavy.

"Are you alright?"

Brackett opens his eyes under Loomis' suspicion.

"Just fine. Just... just fine, keep going." The encouragement is obviously directed toward you, and you go even faster, bobbing and licking.

"--Right. Anyway, I know for a fact Michael will be coming for his baby sister, and the other houses in this town are in danger as well."

Brackett gasps and looks up as you suck him perfectly. "Lord above."

"Indeed, so you agree this is the course of action we must take before he finds her?"

You suddenly feel Brackett's fingers twist in your hair as he comes in your mouth with a slight grunt. His neck strains and he squeezes his eyes shut, then regains his composure. "Um. Doctor, I'm gonna level with you. I haven't heard one word you've said." Loomis looks extremely frustrated. "Now how about...” Brackett holds up both hands, “We try things again, over burgers later. My treat. I know a damn good joint just up the bend here--"

"Burgers?! While we're eating burgers and chatting, Michael Myers will be out turning your little town into a slaughterhouse!"

"Okay--”

“Slaughterhouse, Sheriff!”

“Alright! At least give me ten minutes to... to right myself, dammit!"

"Very well."

You start to tuck him back up.

"Oh, by the way," Loomis turns with a slight smirk, "The lovely little thing you've got under the desk is a right looker." He winks your way, and you blush. Brackett starts to babble, so the doctor waves it off. "What, you thought I'd never gotten a blowie under the table before? Nothing like it, eh? And she seemed quite the talent, judging by your entertaining facial aerobics." He laughs at Brackett's embarrassment. "You've not exactly got the best poker face, Sheriff." His face gets serious again. "We'll be in touch tonight."

The door closes, and Brackett gets up, running a hand through his hair.

"Dammit... (y/n)... this was not appropriate!" he moans, making sure his fly is done up.

You can see the conflict in his face easing away as you bite your lip and act coy.

"Daddy didn't enjoy it?"

He sighs, looping his arm around your middle and drawing you close. "I enjoyed it, princess. I enjoyed it a lot. Too much."

You smile, cuddling into his chest and tucking your hands into the back pockets of his uniform. "Love you."

His heart melts a little. He can never resist you. "I love you too, babygirl. So much. Now you get home safe." He gives your ass an affectionate little squeeze under the short skirt, and fits on his furry Sheriff hat. "Seems like the punishment for all that'll have to wait til tomorrow night."

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hardyimagines · 7 years ago

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Part 4, Final — The Decision

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Can I ask for a request? Alfie had to give up the reader because hes facing a powerful and dangerous enemy but he doesnt tell the reader. She ends up dating tommy (who doesn't know about her past with alfie) and on their wedding day Alfie shows up. Idk what happens next lol but I just would love to read about tension and emotions and alfie just like being vulnerable. Thank you 💜💜💜

Omg so your new Alfie fic is amazing! I've never requested anything before or made a suggestion but I wanted to suggest that maybe (if you want), can you include a part where the main OC does end up getting hurt and she's possibly pregnant (maybe loses it) with Alfies child and he doesnt know but then he finds out?! Whether she gets hurt bc of Tommy or Alfie it's up to you but I'd like to read that

Word Count: 5.5k ||| Status: completed

Requested by: @fuckitsharam & @stylingco

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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The sun in the sky shone down brightly on the occupants of the garden. You stood on the porch, hand resting on the skin above your eyebrows as you watched your little girl run throughout the yard. Shielding the bright rays of sun from hitting you directly in the eyes, a small smile graced your lips. It was spring. The air wasn’t exactly hot, but it wasn’t cold either. The hours of daylight increased now and the flowers were beginning to bloom. The trees were growing back their lively leafs, previously shed in the fall and winter. It was beautiful. Your daughter was the most adventurous and lively kid that you’d ever known. “Come on, Ophelia, daddy’s expecting us!” It was her third birthday. The plastic crown that sat atop her messy curly head of hair bobbed lightly but didn’t fall. The little combs on the end were buried in her precious locks, clinging to her securely as she ran around the grass. Her small feet, coated in mud and dirt, clambered up the short steps toward you. “We’re gonna go see daddy?” The child chirped, eyes bright. “Yes, angel, but we need to get some shoes on.”

Your lengthy nails brushed along the soft skin of her forehead, tucking her baby hairs away and beneath the silver tiara. “Come on, then, beautiful.” The door to the house opened with a quiet creak and the two of you piled inside. Cyril lifted his head in question, big brown eyes studying you before you scratched the top of his head and assured him that you and Ophelia would be home soon WITH Alfie. You pinched the puffy pink coat that hung beside the door. Opening it, you moved up behind Ophelia, warm eyes drifting along your little girl as she smoothly slipped her small arms into the arm holes. Settling the fabric on her shoulders, you leaned in and kissed her forehead, careful not to knock off her little diadem. The child wasted absolutely no time before she leaned up on her tiptoes, trying to grip the doorknob. “Hang on, my little angel, we have to get your shoes!” You moved down the hall to retrieve her grey boots, head spinning as you briefly paused. The never-ending worry hit you again. This was the third time today. Alfie had missed Ophelia’s birthday twice now. Her first birthday was spent, just the two of you, curled up in the kitchen as she ate the cake on the center of the table with nothing but her greedy hands. You’d given her a bath and a new toy and then she’d gone to bed. Alfie hadn’t come home until the following morning, apologetic as always. He made a promise to be there for her second birthday, but when you were once again left alone in the empty park, you’d stared down at your little girl. She played carelessly, oblivious to the lack of her father’s presence. He was hardly ever around anyway. You glanced over your shoulder. “Mommy, come on!” The girl pleaded, her little voice whiny and loud. Your shoulders hunched defeatedly. You couldn’t take her to the distillery, not until she was old enough to understand what to touch and what not to touch. Your hands found the bones of your hips, head tipping back as you let out a loud sigh. Alfie would be here. He swore.

Your boots tapped the floor softly as you retrieved her shoes from the closet before you made your way back toward the front door where Ophelia was impatiently waiting. “Daffodil, how about mommy takes you to the little toy store up the road and you can buy anything you want?” You offered, crouching down in front of her as you spoke. Her innocent eyes shone brightly with curiosity before she pursed her lips in thought. “What about daddy? Is he gonna come too?” Your head shook lightly. “I don’t think so, peach, but he’ll be here tonight for cake and ice cream. He promised, didnt he?” Ophelia nodded, lifting her feet one by one so you could slip her white socks on to her feet and then help her into her boots. “There we are.” You smiled widely before rising. The child zipped up her coat before pointing to the door, cheeks tinting red the second you pulled the door open and the icy air kissed her skin. “Hold my hand.” You instructed. She obeyed instantly. Her hand fit snugly in your bigger one, little boots hitting the ground audibly as she skipped alongside you, singing a quiet rhyme. The toy shop wasn’t far, so even if Alfie did decide to come home, which you doubted he would, it would be impossible for you to miss him.

The metal door opened quietly, little bell dinging to alert the women behind the counter that they had customers. The redhead pushed her hair out of her face before greeting you and your daughter. “Hello, are you looking for anything particular?” She inquired, moving around the counter. Her high-heels clicked against the floor audibly, tapping against the tile as she approached the two of you. “Oh, no, it’s my little girl’s birthday,” you pointed out softly. “She’s going to pick out anything she wants.” You told the woman before leading your little girl toward the toys, thanking the woman quietly. Along the shelves, stuffed animals and dolls decorated the walls. There were various types of things for her to play with. “Anything you want, my love.” The bouncy girl ran her small fingers along the soft toys before slowly lifting a little bear. “This looks like daddy.” The girl pointed out, wiggling the toy for you to see. Your arms folded over your chest, smile visible as your lips turned upward. “Daddy’s not that cute.” You smiled lazily before squatting down in front of her. “You’re such an easy girl.” You mumbled before kissing her head, knowing she wouldn’t have picked up the bear if it wasn’t what she wanted. Your small fingers curled around the teddy’s arm before you stood and moved toward the counter to pay.

Alfie was sat in his office, hands folded behind his head as he slumped back against his seat, eyes rolling as Ollie told him of all the issues they’d encountered this week. Yes. For the third time, it had slipped his mind that it was Ophelia’s birthday. He couldn’t help it. The second he came into the distillery, he was bombarded with work. He never had a second to himself anymore. These last three years were hectic, he hardly even got to see you. His large palm slid along the length of his face, tiredly rubbing it down. “Look, mate, yeah, I just want to get this shit fucking settled, right, so I, yeah, can fucking go home before it’s time for the sun to rise.” His eyes were growing heavier overtime. He had gotten little to no sleep this week and what little he had, he couldn’t savor. He missed you. More than he could put into words. The second you and Alfie had been together officially, he’d made you his wife. Life had been more than amazing. He hadn’t pushed you away or kept little secrets from you. Business was important and it was necessary, but you were more important and he shared every little detail of work with you. No more lies and no more splitting up. The man stood as Ollie continued to ramble on. “Right, Ollie, the sun’s come and gone, mate, which means it’s fucking time for bed, innit. My wife’s probably all tucked away, ready to sleep, and my little girl-“ he froze on the spot. The guilt that gripped his heart made him feel faint. “Fuckin’ hell.” The man, angry, strode toward the door to retrieve his coat. He yanked the fabric on his broad body, not bothering to give his right-hand any form of explanation. He set off down the stairs and along the corridor, boots thudding noisily, alerting everyone of his presence. His cane tapped quietly along the ground, a significant contrast to the absolute hollow sound his boots created. Men halted at their work stations, each one assuming something was wrong, but they’d never guessed Alfie was beating himself up because once again, he would miss Ophelia’s birthday.

The cold night air was a whisper against his skin, brushing over his warm flesh, accompanying him on his journey home. He hadn’t picked up a gift for his little girl and at this late hour, he knew that no shop would be open. The man brushed his hair back and out of his face as it messily stuck out in this direction and that. He knew you’d definitely gotten the child a gift and cake, so he could at least pretend like he’d taken some part in that, but he knew you’d be upset with him. The lights on the porch twinkled when the little house came into view. He could see a set of balloons tied around the bannister, a proud annunciation to the neighborhood that your little girl was growing up. Alfie slowed his pace, taking his time to study the exterior of the home before he entered. He knew he was in for a long talking to and he also knew he deserved it. He’d been late. Again. For his babygirl’s birthday. The door opened quietly, but closed a little louder. Alfie drew off his heavy coat before draping it over the back of the sofa. His large hand wiggled between the skin of his neck and the collar of the shirt he wore, loosening it smoothly. On the table in the living room, crumbs from the strawberry cake you’d made stained the surface. There was no sign of life in the room, so he assumed you must’ve had dinner, cake, presents, and were now relaxing somewhere — or sleeping. The ticking clock in the corner grasped the man’s attention and when he gave it a lingering look, he sighed breathily. It was late.

Ophelia was wrapped up beneath her pink blanket. Her hair was braided neatly, draping over her shoulders as she clung on to her daddy bear. The teddy resembled a real life bear, but was as soft and as cuddly as a brown, fake looking stuffed animal. One leg was buried beneath her duvet and the other hung off the edge of the bed, movement-less. She was passed out. Alfie poked his head into the birthday girl’s room, studying her features as she lounged on her flower patterned bed. Her lips were sticky and she had little bits of icing glued to the corners of her mouth. Alfie let a smug smile cross over his lips before you, smoothly and unexpectedly, dipped in front of him and caught him off guard. “Welcome home.” Your hands pressed to his chest. You knew Alfie would go into Ophelia’s room and wake the pretty little girl if you didn’t stop him. He had no recognition of ‘she needed this many hours of sleep’ and the fact that she had a bed time. “She’s just gone to bed, she’s been hyper all night because of the cake.” Your voice was low. A mere whisper. Alfie had to strain his ears to hear what you were saying, but once he had, he straightened defensively before lowering his eyes to the floor so he could eye his boots. “I’m late again.” He sighed before shrinking back and retreating to the living room. You closed Ophelia’s door with a gentle sigh before following after the man. “Yeah.. we noticed.” The man lowered himself down on the sofa, feet kicking up to rest on the coffee table as he rubbed down his face, breaths heavy. He was exhausted and really could’ve gone to sleep right then, but he wasn’t a complete fool. He knew he needed to talk to you. “When I became Mrs. Solomons.. and I left Tommy to be with you.. and I made the decision that I’d trust you’d put me and your daughter before work, was I wrong to do all of that?” Alfie’s hand fell away from his face and instead dropped to the cushion that he was sat on. Picking at the loose strings, the man fixed you with a pained look before standing. “Don’t say stuff like that, Y/N. I’m doing my fucking best here, ain’t I?” You scoffed lowly. “If this is your fucking best, then I’d like to get a divorce. Good god, Alfie, Ophelia hasn’t seen you in days and I’ve hardly seen you! What do you think that does to us?” Alfie’s brows furrowed and his stare hardened. “To you? Right, what do you think it fucking does to me, yeah? I’m missing my little girl grow up, right, and I don’t even get to fucking spend a fucking day with my wife anymore, yeah, it’s fucking killing me too, innit!” Your eyes watered as he spoke, jaw clenching. “Stop shouting or you’ll wake her.” The man sighed heavily, arms folding across his chest stubbornly. He hated being told what to do. “It’s your job, Alfie. You’re the boss. You can leave when you want and don’t lie to me and say you can’t because you use to leave work all the time before the day had hardly even started just so you could be with me.” You lifted your hand to wipe away at the tears that tried to spill from your tired eyes. Alfie sighed heavily, studying your features before he licked his lips and spoke again. “It’s harder now, pet. I’ve got a lot more to do. A lot more things need my attention.” You let out a defeated sigh. Your small hand curled around the blanket on the sofa. “Yeah, well, your wife and daughter need attention as well.” With that, you turned on your heel. Alfie expected to hear your feet, hitting the stairs softly as you went to the bedroom the pair of you shared, but when your footsteps never came, he craned his neck and realized you were going to sleep in the guest room.

An uncomfortable twitch of sadness held his heart. He didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t as if he’d lose his job if he didn’t show up, but he was sure he’d lose his family if he didn’t spend more time with them. His hand scratched the back of his head, nails pushing through his messy hair before he stood and moved toward the phone. Calling Ollie, he pressed his shoulder against the wall, the sole of his boot rubbed absentmindedly against the recently cleaned floor. “Right, lad, I’m not going to be coming in for the week, yeah, I’m needed at home.” His voice was soft, ears ignorant of Ollie’s worried shouts. “You can handle it, lad, yeah. If anything’s too fucking much, you just send whatever it is on over to my fucking house, right. No people, only papers explaining the issue, right, or just fucking call me. I’ll see you- yeah, Ollie, right, I fucking know that, alright, yeah, bye.” Hanging the black phone back on the wall, Alfie pushed his hands through his hair once more before heading toward the guest room. He could only assume Cyril, as usual, was asleep beneath Ophelia’s bed, snoozing away, but ready to wake up in an instant and protect her.

Alfie removed his shoes, laying them on the hard brick beside the fireplace. His eyes slid around the room. He’d contemplated just leaving you be and letting you sleep, but the man had been deprived of you for too long and needed to be held tonight. His bare-feet scuffed softly against the carpet as he made his way toward the room you were in. His shoulders were hunched and there was a little limp in his step. His knuckles hit the door quietly, but he waited for no response before he pushed the door open and entered. “Pet?” Your hot tears stuck to your cheeks and stained the pillow you laid on. You didn’t move from your spot, eyes closed tightly as you desperately tried to hide the fact that you’d been crying. You held your breath, refusing to let your body shake as a silent sob escaped. Alfie, not really caring if you’d already gone to bed, began to pull off his shirt and then rid of his trousers. Your skin had goosebumps already, just from waiting. Waiting for him to climb into bed and embrace you like he always did, no matter how angry or upset you were. His arm looped around your waist, dragging your little body backwards and into his own. The movement elicited a breath from you finally and it was then that he leaned over to peer at your face. The moonlight illuminated your worn features, so broken and hurt. You could tell he was sorry by the way he stared down at you, regret shining visibly in his eyes. “Please don’t cry..” He whispered softly. “I know I’m doing a horrid job at this, but I’ll do better.”

Alfie, in truth, was the best father you’d ever seen. Though he was, a lot of the time, very busy at work, he was his daughter’s best friend. She lit up like a star when he came home, beaming and bright. He spent all night playing with her, doing whatever the hell she wanted until she’d lay on his chest and fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. Alfie spoiled her and she was definitely a daddy’s girl. You were more of the disciplinary one, but Alfie always backed you up. “I can’t do this anymore with you, Alfie. I need you at home.” The man nodded softly, lifting his hand so he could brush away the tears that killed him to see. “Right, pet, im taking off a week at work, yeah, see how that goes, and then I’ll see what I can do to be home more, won’t I?” Your head nodded gently before you rolled on to your side and wiggled so he was spooning you. Your hand curled around his much larger one, dragging it around you tightly. He possessed a strength that you were very aware of and sometimes, when he’d really missed you, he’d squeeze the hell out of you while he slept and you’d have to slap his arm to wake him. “Please don’t try and squeeze me to death tonight.” You mumbled sleepily, but a little smile pulled at your lips. Alfie couldn’t help the involuntary breath of amusement that left his lips. Kissing your cheek softly, he nodded. “I’ll do my absolute best to control myself.” Your smile widened. “I love you, Alfie.” You turned your neck, gazing at him with the love and adoration that you held only for him. “I love you too, Y/N.” He mumbled quietly, lips moving to yours for just a few seconds.

When the kiss reached its natural end, neither of you distanced from the other. You instead embraced him, hiding your face in the cool skin of his prickly neck. It didn’t bother you. The little hairs that occasionally stabbed the sensitive skin of your face, they simply made you smile, sometimes playfully wince. Alfie always offered to shave, but you’d always whimper and plead for him not to. He looked so good with his beard and stubble. You couldn’t bear to part with it and you knew he wouldn’t want to either. Your eyes grew heavier and heavier as he held you. It felt so good to actually go to sleep with Alfie opposed to you waking up in his arms, just as he was pulling away to head to work. Within a few minutes, sleep took over and you were out like a light, alongside your husband who was beginning to snore like a grizzly bear. You were so use to it at this point though, the noise brought you comfort. He was here.

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Ophelia stood at the foot of your bed, hands curled in the ends of the grey duvet as she loosely tugged on the fabric to wake you and her slumbering daddy. The pair of you began to grumble sleepily, refusing to wake instantly. You rolled to the side, burying your face further into the pillow as you tried desperately to cling on to the sleep that was slipping away. The mattress groaned audibly as the little girl lifted herself up and on to the foot of the bed. Her knees sunk into the fabric, small hands balancing on the back of your thigh and Alfie’s knee as she crawled along your bodies. “Please wake up.” She pouted, small fingers curling in the duvet. Your eyes droopily opened at her words, studying her innocent expression. “Alfie.” You mumbled sleepily before nudging him with your cold foot. The ice-like feel of your toes made the man growl. He was awake. He just tried to do the same as you and go back to sleep. His blue eyes slid open, blurry from sleep. Little crusts from his slumber rested in the corners of his eyes, but he smoothly wiped them away before sitting up. “Why are you up so early, little one?” The man’s large arms curled around the beauty before he lowered himself back down, pulling Ophelia with him. The room was quiet opposed to their soft voices, responding to each other smoothly, quietly, afraid to wake you. Though, you hadn’t gone back to sleep. Lifting your head, your messy hair draped over Alfie’s shoulder as you leaned against his back to peer over him and down at the little girl that was laid in front of him. “Its 9 in the morning, daddy, it’s not even early!” The child exclaimed, her long lashes fluttering before she lifted her hand to pull lazily at her father’s beard. “Fucking hell, is it that late already?” He was already sitting up again when you spoke. “Language, Alfie.” You mumbled before rolling toward your baby as Alfie slid off the bed. “Right, come on, let’s not spend our day in bed, let’s go downstairs and have some breakfast.”

You leaned up slightly, the sleeve of your nightgown rolling down and off of your shoulder. You fixed it smoothly, small fingers dragging the lace back up and into its proper position. “All we’ve got is cereal, darling.” You told the man as you followed him out of bed. Ophelia scrambled toward her father and he, with open arms, easily hoisted her up and on to his hips. She clung to him like a baby and you smiled fondly. Initially you’d thought you’d be jealous if you weren’t the favorite parent, but in this case, since Ophelia hardly ever saw Alfie, you couldn’t blame her for being so attached to him. You slipped on your blue slippers before grabbing the yellow robe off of the hook in the corner. The silky fabric wrapped around you snugly, tied in a little bow at the front on your belly. Alfie led the pair of you downstairs and to the kitchen where Cyril was waiting hungrily. A low growl escaped the animals belly and then a quiet whine. The dog food was kept tucked away in a high cabinet because Cyril had a tendency to find the food and dump it out all over the floor, devouring as much of it as he could— to the point where he was left with a bellyache.

Alfie removed three bowls from the cupboard, after feeding the mastiff, each one carefully painted a permanent pink. The pattern on the sides of the bowls was a matching set which was what you’d always wanted and he’d purchased the kitchenware for you for your birthday. His soft eyes flickered to you as you began to fill each bowl to the brim with whatever oats were in the last cereal box. Alfie didn’t like milk on his cereal. He preferred to just eat it with his fingers like a cookie. You loved to bathe your food in milk, bowl nearly overflowing from how much contents were jam-packed in the round glass. Ophelia liked only a little milk, not a drop or two, but maybe the size of two shot glasses. The milk didn’t even fill half of the bowl, but at least she liked to have a little bit. The little girl was knelt up on her chair, hunched over the table as she watched you finish up with the milk. Alfie slid her bowl toward her before offering her a little wooden spoon. She took it gratefully, beaming up at her father before she eagerly began to dig into the breakfast. You ate much slower, though you hated how soggy your meal ended up being, you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want to make yourself sick from eating to quickly. Your eyes moved to Alfie. He had no patience. His beard was crumb infested within seconds, but he’d use his palm to try and wipe away the messy food. It really wasn’t the food that was messy, it was just Alfie.

Breakfast went by peacefully and you told yourself silently that if had there been another little baby, situated beside Ophelia, things would not be running as smoothly. Luckily, you looked down at your belly, it was as empty as ever. For now. Your eyes lifted to Alfie. Maybe one day, when things weren’t so chaotic and you had time to actually sleep with your husband, then you could discuss having another baby. You stood, gathering the empty dishes so you could clean each one. Ophelia looked to her father, watching as the man lifted his glasses on to his face and began to read over the little notes on the table. Mental reminders he was writing down so he knew what needed to be taken care of when he returned back to work. “Daddy?” Ophelia spoke softly. The large man, furrowed brows and hardened stare, lifted his eyes to his little girl, features instantly softening now that he was focused on her opposed to work. The little girl pushed her fringe out of her eyes before inhaling deeply. “Are you gonna be home more?” She asked quietly. Her big green eyes were wide and the hope that danced vibrantly in them was hard to miss. “Yes, Love, as much as I fu- can be, yeah? I miss you too much when I’m away at work, don’t I?” Ophelia cracked a slow smile before leaping down off of her seat and moving around the wooden table so she could instead perch herself up on Alfie’s lap. The man held her close, absentmindedly pushing her hair out of her face as she stared up at him. She was the spitting image of you.

The cloth on the counter was used to dry off your hands after you’d tucked each dish away. Turning on your heel, you dropped down beside the two of them, eyes shimmering as they moved between your handsome husband and darling girl. “Yes, Daddy is going to be around a lot more often. I’m going to make sure of it.” Alfie’s eyes slipped to you when you spoke, a slow smirk pulling at his full lips. “We’ll see.” He whispered teasingly before leaning back in his chair. “We will see.” He muttered again, arms tightening lightly around his angel.

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The remainder of the day was spent lounging in the living room. Your bare feet slid along the carpet as you danced goofily for your family. The laughter that echoed around the room was joy to your ears. Ophelia was having the most amazing time and you were grateful. Just having Alfie here seemed to brighten her mood significantly. Alfie didn’t partake in the silly dancing, he simply lounged on the sofa, chuckling loudly as your body twisted and turned and your daughter’s tried to follow. He could’ve been at work, head buried in his hands as the weight of work resided on his shoulders, but he’d much rather be here, watching you make an absolute fool of yourself.

You were his fool.

Wednesday was spent lounging in the sun in the backyard. Ophelia had an addiction to the outdoors, always happiest when her sun-kissed skin was darkening beneath the rays. She’d chase the butterflies and play in the water that sprayed from the hose. She was muddy and soaked, but beaming. You’d spent the entirety of the day, laying on Alfie’s chest as the two of you watched over Ophelia protectively. Alfie refused to ever take his eyes away from her, even when you’d leaned in for a little kiss. He couldn’t risk it. Children were taken in the blink of an eye and he’d be damned if he ever let anything happen to his child. She was entirely too good for this world. And entirely too good from him. He knew that.

Thursday was the quickest day. Alfie had taken Ophelia to the park so she could play for a few hours and although they had begged you to come along, you just weren’t feeling too great. Your small hand pushed through your hair, continuing to clean the constantly filthy house. It didn’t bother you, letting them go out for some father, daughter time. No. They deserved it. Alfie, you knew, would push Ophelia on the swings, keeping a close eye on anybody who dared play to close. He didn’t care if it was a child, he didn’t let anybody approach his angel. You tried to explain to him that social interaction was good for her. It was good for her to talk to her peers at such a young age, but he wasn’t having any of it. “She can talk to them when she’s not living under my roof.” He’d dramatically told you that night. You’d scoffed at his words and had easily pushed them to the back of your mind. That wasn’t rational thinking.

On the weekends, Ophelia had a little group called ‘The Little Ducklings’ that she attended. The class helped teach children about growing up. It was basically a daycare, but it didn’t have the ridiculous prices nor did it have teachers who only cared about the money. These women were taking amazing care of your little Ophelia. She babbled all evening when she returned home about everything she’d learned. That being said, while Ophelia was away, learning her abc’s, colors, and numbers, you were learning too, trapped beneath your husband, bodies joined in the most physical and passionate way possible as he taught you some of the ‘new moves’ he’d been daydreaming about. He left you breathless and writhing for more. The passion in this relationship was never-ending. The man seemed to have no off switch. He was always ready for you. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t always ready for him.

The week came and went entirely too fast. One minute you’re extremely grateful that Alfie had made the wise decision to stay home from work and spend time with his family, but the next thing you knew, the calendar read Monday again and it was time to bid the man goodbye. His warm lips pressed to yours, hands gliding along your arms before he cradled your hands in his own. “Things will change, pet, yeah, I fucking promise you that, I can’t fucking stand, right, being away from you for so long. I’ll handle everything today, right, I fucking will.” He’d given you several kisses that day before he’d left and then he’d given ophelia double. You couldn’t admit to anyone but yourself that you were jealous your daughter had received more kisses than you, but the thought still made you smile. You wouldn’t trade anything in the world for your family. They were one of a kind. The light in the fireplace was beginning to die that evening, it’s orange embers fading as the light began to give out. Ophelia was fast asleep on your chest, mouth partially opened and eyes heavy as she nuzzled into you. Alfie would be home soon, you were sure of it. He would keep his word and things would get better from here. After-all, you had married one of the most amazing men in the world. Your head rolled back, eyes meeting the ceiling. Alfie Solomons would keep his word and he would be home every night before it was too late. Your eyes flickered to your wedding ring. No matter how many fights or how many disagreements the two of you had, Alfie was your forever and you’d never be without him. Your eyes moved to Ophelia. And neither would she.

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Hey. (Part 3) (Dallon Weekes x Reader)

Over the course of the month following Panic!’s gig, you and Dallon had become considerably closer. Despite only having two classes together, the two of you somehow managed to always be within at least one arm’s length of one another; you were practically joined at the hip. You walked together between classes, ate together, studied together… it was astounding how inseparable you two had become in such a short space of time.

Now yes, Dallon was an exceptionally beautiful person – inside and out –, and yes, your feelings for him were slightly leaning towards the romantic end of the spectrum, but the day-to-day interaction and relationship between you was nothing more than platonic.

You were absolutely fine with this arrangement; you and Dallon relished being in each other’s company, regardless of what you were doing, and that was enough for the both of you. Did the idea of dating Dallon seem incredibly tempting and oh so wonderful? Absolutely. But you were content with being just friends. For now.

You had decided to take Dallon up on his offer to give you some bass lessons to help you improve your long neglected skills, and those 4pm Wednesday appointments quickly became the highlight of your week. And not only because Dallon was such a phenomenal player as well as teacher, but also because making music with him felt more incredible than anything you’d ever done.

Currently, you were perched on the steps outside Lecture Hall 5, waiting for Dallon’s class to finish. You rocked back and forth on your heels before taking a sip from your coffee, the one you had bought for Dallon held in your other hand.

It was Wednesday, so it went without saying that you were in a good mood; even better than usual, since you had perfected a certain bass line you had been struggling with for the past week or so, and you were itching to play it for Dallon as a surprise. Sadly, you didn’t get the opportunity to.

Perking up once you saw a lanky figure clad in a black jacket exit the building, you rushed forward to greet Dallon.

“Hey,” you boomed, holding out the caffeinated beverage to him, which he readily accepted.

“Hey,” he boomed back before taking a sip and sighing contently.

“I’m so pumped for today’s session,” you gushed, practically hopping up and down from excitement, “I have a surprise for you! You’re gonna-“

“Woah, woah, woah, calm down,” he held out his hands to silence you, frowning somewhat as he chuckled lightly, “Today’s session? You didn’t get my text?”

It was your turn to frown now, and you shook your head no. “What text?”

Dallon fished his phone out of his pocket and studied the screen. After about ten seconds, a look of realisation spread across his sculpted face. “I didn’t have my mobile data on,” he explained, shaking his head at his mistake as he put the device back into his pocket, “I sent you a text earlier to say that I can’t make today. Tess asked me to help her out with her music essay and since I owe her for taking part in that Psych experiment, I couldn’t exactly say no,” he explained, grimacing slightly as he watched your face.

“Oh,” you responded, involuntarily taking a step back.

Dallon’s frown reappeared and he took a step forward, reinstating the original distance between you two.

“But I can call her and see if we can move the time to later tonight – after my band practice?” he offered; you shook your head to tell him no.

“Don’t be silly; the both of you would be exhausted by then,” you pointed out, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, “It’s okay. We can always reschedule our session.”

“You sure?” he asked doubtfully, raising his eyebrows.

You gave him a lazy smile. “Yeah. You do have a life and friends outside of this relationship,” you sniggered, “and it would be cruel of me to deny others the wonderful presence of Dallon Weekes.”

He smiled brightly at you and engulfed you in a massive bear hug, making you giggle.

“I’ll make it up to you, babygirl,” he whispered in your ear, “I promise.”

While that prospect seemed devilishly inviting, you scoffed it off.

“There’s no need, Dallon. Seriously,” you insisted, pulling back from the embrace so that you could look at him, “Go be a good person.”

He smirked at you and pinched your cheek affectionately before walking off to find Tess, shooting you a wink as he did so.

You watched him walk away over the central quad and when he was out of sight, you breathed out heavily. Guess there was no harm in practicing that bass line another fifty times, right?

Around the time you plucked the same succession of strings for the twentieth consecutive time, you decided that that was enough for today. You were positive that you could play that line in your sleep by now.

Checking the time on your phone and realising that it was only 16:15, you blew a raspberry through your lips. You had become so accustomed to spending this time of day on Wednesdays in Dallon’s company and now that he was busy with someone else, you found yourself not knowing how to spend the remaining forty-five minutes.

Glancing around your cluttered dorm room, your eyes landed on your laptop. You considered squeezing in an episode of your favourite series, but you weren’t really in the mood. Eventually, you settled on just taking a stroll around campus.

As per usual, your walk was pretty much uneventful. You had run into Ash, but he was on his way to a meeting with one of his professors and couldn’t stop to chat, leaving you to continue trudging through the various quads.

When you reached the central quad, you spotted the coffee vendor that regularly traded on campus and you made your way over to buy a drink.

In a lighter mood now that you had a coffee in your hand, you turned around and started on your way back to the dorms. You caught sight of a familiar gangly figure out of the corner of your eye, prompting you to turn to the side.

You saw Dallon standing in front of a blond, doll-faced girl you assumed to be Tess. Dallon took a step closer to her and she beamed up at him, making your eyebrows arch. You didn’t know that much about music, aside from your knowledge of bass, but you were pretty sure that helping someone with a music essay did not require standing that close to them. You were also sure that in order to write an essay, one needed a laptop. Or a pen and paper, at least. Neither of which were anywhere in sight.

You weren’t the nosy type, and what Dallon did with other people was none of your business – but still, you stayed and watched, making certain to keep out of both of their line of sight. Normally, you could’ve just walked away without caring, but the fact that Dallon had lied to you coupled with the small sting you felt pass through your heart upon seeing him with Tess made you a little bit angry.

He gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and you felt your hands ball up into fists.

Okay. It made you a lot angry.

Knowing that Dallon lied and brushed you off hurt, but knowing that he lied to you so that he could flirt with some chick you’d never heard of before pissed you off. Why not just be honest with you about it? That way, you wouldn’t have to have been hurt by finding out he’d lied to you and you could stop yourself from falling for him.

Too late for that, an antagonising voice at the back of your head said. You shook your head vigorously to get rid of it.

You watched as Dallon slowly pulled out a flower from his pocket and handed it to her, mouth moving with words you couldn’t make out. You gasped – not only because he had given it to her, but also because it was your favourite flower.

Feeling tears prickling at your eyes, you shut them tightly and took a deep, shaky breath as you tried to compose yourself. Once you were able to pull yourself together, you continued on your walk back to the dorms, determined to avoid Dallon Weekes at all costs from here on out.

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itisannak · 7 years ago

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Everyday (Calum Hood Smut)

Summary: Domestic life with Calum is as dreamy as it sounds. (Smut / Mention of Sex) (Words: 1.5k)

(Calum's POV) Waking up next to her in the morning is a blessing. Even when I am greeted by her bare back, I still consider myself lucky to be faced with such beauty in the morning. I leave a light peck on her shoulder blade before I get up from the bed as quietly as I can. She still has 15 more minutes before she'll have to wake up and start getting ready for work, and I don't want to ruin it for her. As I walk out of the room, I see Duke laying on the floor on her side of the bed. I smile at the sight; these two have had a strong bond since the beginning.

I walk down the stairs, heading to the kitchen to make myself and (Y/N) some coffee. I regret not staying in the bed with her, snuggle her a bit, dig my nose in her hair, feel her warm body on mine. But I know that coffee, especially freshly made by me, is going to put a smile on her face. "Well, good morning, sir." I hear her raspy sleepy voice from the entrance of the kitchen. I turn my head to face her, finding her in her thin, silky gown. "Good morning, babe. I thought you still had a few minutes to sleep." I comment, turning back to fix her her cup of coffee. She hugs me from behind and places her hand on my lower abdomen. "Well, I have like 10 more minutes." She whispers as her head rests on my shoulder blade. "Oh... And why are you up, hun?" I ask her. She chuckles and moves her hands further down my abdomen. "It's not fun, not being with you..." She whispers, slipping her hand in my brief boxers. I gulp loudly as her warm, small hand wraps around my member. "Plus, I thought that I could take care of your little fellow." She moans, moving in front of me. "Little?" I ask her and she smirks. She doesn't reply, she just gets on her knees in front of me, while removing my boxers.

"You look gorgeous." I comment while watching her dress for work. "Thank you. Do you think it's a bit too much for the office?" She asks me. I stare at her figure, clad in a curve-hugging stretch dress and T-strap heels. "It's perfect... I mean, no matter what you are wearing it looks perfect on you." I say, getting more comfortable on the bed. "Didn't expect something different from you..." She chuckles as she adds the finishing touches to her makeup. She puts everything back in her duffel bag, the one she uses for staying over at my place. I frown as I see her gather up her stuff. "You'll stay at yours tonight?" I ask her, groaning. She chuckles and sits on the bed, Duke soon following her actions. "Babe, I have to stay at my place for some days. I mean, what's the point of paying for it, if I don't spend time there..." She replies. Before I could come back, she leans in to leave a peck on my cheek. "I have to go, or else I'll be late." She says and gets up. "Wait, I'll drop you there. And you can come over tonight, pick your stuff and leave me..." I say, pouting. "And how am I going to come here, smartypants?" She asks me, pinching my cheeks. "Take a taxi. I won't bear not seeing you tonight..." I groan like a 5-year-old. "Get dressed quickly." She says, leaving a kiss on my lips.

"Duke, Calum, what are you 2 doing in here?" (Y/N) asks cheerfully as she exits the building of the company she is working in. It's 8 in the evening, she is past her working schedule, her typical 9 to 5 is a long distant memory. Yet, after 3 hours of overtime, she looks gorgeous. "We came to pick you up. I couldn't let my angel get a taxi. " I say and open my arms for her. "Hmm... Be honest and say that you are jealous of every taxi driver..." She replies and gets in between my arms. "Not jealous, just protective." I reply and kiss the top of her head. "I see... Did you at least brought the car, or do we have to walk?" She asks and I smirk. "Well, your apartment is not far from here, is it?" I ask and arch an eyebrow. "I am on high heels..." She whines and I giggle. "I could carry you on my back." I reply and she scoffs. "Yeah, right. Cause I want my colleagues, your fans, and paps to capture that glorious moment." She says sarcastically. "It worked positively for Ed Sheeran..." I say as we begin walking. "You want to be called a copycat?" She asks, tangling her arms to mine. "We wouldn't want that, would we, Duke?" I ask, practically myself. "Come on, let's head to my place. I'll buy you food. Takeout Chinese, is that alright?" She asks me and I hum.

"I can tell you the headlines for tomorrow. 'Calum Hood and Girlfriend spotted walking their dog. Click to find out WHAT she was wearing.'" (Y/N) says as we enter her loft. "Won't be the first time..." I comment, letting Duke loose. "Yeah, but it won't be the last too. I am tired of being called 'Calum Hood's girlfriend.' I am CFO, I am making 6 digits, I have my own house, my own very successful career. I mean, how many CFOs are there that are a little above 25 years old? And still, I am someone's Mrs... And I am not even a Mrs." She says, sighing after she gets it all out. I get behind her and kiss her neck, hugging her waist. "I know, baby. If it helps, I know your worth." I whisper in her ear and she purrs. "I know, love. And I am thankful for that." She whispers and pecks on my jawline. "I know you had a hard week at work. Why don't you go change into something comfy, I'll pour us some wine and bring the food to the couch... Ok, angel? I ask and she nods. "What did I do to deserve you?" She sighs and I stroke her lower back. "What did I do to deserve you?" I ask her back and she smiles.

"So, I was talking with Duke today..." I begin. "You were talking with Duke?" (Y/N) asks, giggling. "Yeah... And he was like, very sad that you won't stay with us tonight..." "Really?" She asks, cocking an eyebrow. "Yeah, I mean, look at him. He is not even begging for food." I say and point to my dog, who lays on the other couch. "I see. Well, I told you that I have to spend some time in my own place. Otherwise, I am paying rent and expenses for nothing. But if it is for Duke's happiness, you are welcome to stay over." She says and leaves the container with the food on the coffee table. She comes to me and straddles my lap, smirking and licking her lips. I chuckle at her and place my hands on her hips. "This is just a temporary solution. I am thinking of something more permanent." I reply and she knits her eyebrows together. "Let me hear about the solution..." She says, still sitting on my lap. "First of all, you leave the apartment. Second, we get a few boxes and a big truck to move your things to my place. Third, you move in with me. And last but hell not least, we live together in happiness and in peace, with our beautiful dog, maybe a couple more pups. And why not, afterward, a couple of kiddos, you know mini Calums and (Y/N)s." I finish and smile at her. She looks at me, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "A pretty and simple plan. Just the way I like it." She replies and leans in to kiss me. I smile in the kiss, enjoying every minute I taste my girlfriend's lips. "Is that a yes?" I ask as we part. "Of course it is. I wouldn't like anything more but spending every day with you." She replies and I smile. "Great, cause I guess this little crystal pendant I got you to seal the deal, won't go to waste." I say and reach in my pocket to bring out the box. I hand it to her and she stares at me shocked. "You know you didn't have to..." "I wanted to, babygirl. You deserve it." I say and wink at her. She opens the velvet box, revealing the blue crystal with the silver chain. "It's beautiful. I am going to wear it every day." She says and I chuckle. "Not as beautiful as you..." I say and help her put it on her neck. "I am blushing, stop." She whines. "You look even more gorgeous with a blush." I say and giggle. "Why don't we go in my room, to seal the deal better?" She asks in a husky voice, leaving a kiss on my jaw. "I love talking business with you, Ms. (Y/L/N)." I moan and stand up, her still on me.

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justcallmebeau-blog · 8 years ago

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Para || Company

WHO: Beau & Belle WHEN: 1/23/17 WHERE: Beau’s office WHAT: Belle stops by for a brief visit with Beau after the first day of classes is over and done.

Belle: "I come bearing gifts." Putting her conversation with Easton out of her mind, Belle dropped the bag of Chinese takeout on Beau's desk. Cocking her hip against the corner and grinning at him as she rummaged for fresh chopsticks and the rice, she tried valiantly not to comment on his appearance. For both their sake. "There's gong bao chicken, szechuan, noodles. Take your pick and tell me how the rest of your day went, Professor Suave."

Beau could swear Belle knew how to read his mind. Or just how to read him, which she probably did. His plan had been to work until at least 9 or 10 and probably not eat until much later. "Have I mentioned you're my favorite? Today, at least?" His stomach growled right on cue, the descriptions alone enough to do so. "I've been shut up in here too long, I was beginning to forget what human faces looked like. How was your day, gorgeous? Other than surprising me in class, of course."

Belle: "I believe it may have been mentioned, but I don't get tired of hearing it. This doesn't count as a bribe, by the way. I technically bought dinner for a friend and then we had a bunch of leftovers. You're doing me the favor by helping me get rid of some of them." Grabbing chopsticks and rice she made her way to another chair, relaxing for what felt like the first time in a week. "Long. I'm going to have to adjust my schedule, but it'll do. You know if you actually read your class notes - and paid attention - you wouldn't have been surprised. But the look on your face was well worth it."

Beau "What would it have been a bribe for? My company's always available, but I appreciate you and your friend not eating it all. If you just happen to not want to take any home I can help with that too," he teased, snagging chopsticks of his own and the noodles. "Let me know if you need any help with the schedule? Horrible at one for myself but pretty good at helping make them." He paused with noodles halfway to his mouth, a faux offended look on his face. "There were other things to focus on! This weekend was... intense to say the least. Was just glad to have my lesson plans done."

Belle: "For services rendered, if the stupid gossip blog gets ahold of it." She rolled her eyes and waved her chopsticks in the air as if scratching that topic out. "I've got it covered, just complaining." Amused, she leaned back in her chair and toed her heels off, curling her legs up beneath her. It wasn't a pose she adopted in front of just anyone. "My weekend was intense too. In a better way, but still. The rosters have been out for weeks, you could have glanced at it." She laughed, eating some of the rice. "I thought you were playing coy. You know if there wasn't an ethical issue I would have jumped your bones as soon as I found out you were here. How often are we ever in the same place, at the same time, and single?"

Beau shuddered at the idea of being called into an office because of the gossip blog, but at least so far they hadn't caught anything he'd been subtle about. "If they get ahold of it we can just prove we were friends a long time ago. Not sacrificing a friendship for a job," he muttered, but it was hard to stay irritated when Belle treated his office like she did his studio. "Any storied you'd care to share? I did! Briefly. Apparently not long enough to see your name, but we'll call that first semester dickery. Or. Something." The second the words were out of Belle's mouth he choked a little on his food and he cursed the absence of suave around his friend. "For the record, I'd have jumped your bones the second I knew you were interested. Four years of no opportunity to do all the dirty things I'd had in my head an now you're my student. Fucking ethics. No, if I'd have known you were my student starting this morning I'd have done a lot more last night than just kiss you."

Belle: "You wouldn't lose your job, because there's no proof that we're sleeping together. Because we're not sleeping together," she pointed out, literally pointing with the chopsticks in hand. "None that you want to hear if you plan on keeping it in your pants." His reaction had her stifling more laughter, grabbing a bottle of water and tossing it his way. "I expected you to! I figured you'd read the roster and didn't want to risk it. I'd say I thought you weren't interested but...come on."

Beau "That's true. It's so ridiculous that they think there's no control among the teachers. I get clear abuses of power, or clear ethical lines being drawn, but..." He shrugged, still irritated by the entire topic of students and teachers. Maybe it wouldn't have been such an issue if it hadn't been so stirred up lately. "What kind of control do you think I have?" Beau faked shock, but it lasted a fraction of a second before he let it drop. "Didn't hide it well. But hey, I'm the master of control now, nothing to worry about."

Belle: Smiling over at him, Belle very slowly gave him a once-over, just to tease him. "That explains some things, anyway. How long have we known each other? A few more months will hardly kill us to wait." Standing again, she padded barefoot back over to his desk and grabbed some szechuan. "I'm thinking that I'm paying for that good weekend with a string of bad luck. Is it going to bug you if I see Martin again?"

Beau squirmed in front of her gaze. "You say that like you're so certain I'm still going to want to jump your bones at the end of the semester." A smirk teased the corners of his lips that would've given him away even if Belle didn't know him as well as she did. The noodles were slurped up between sentences, patting at his mouth at Beau's only effort to stay polite. "What happened?" He paused for a second but the reply came easily. "Aside from the regret I'm not sleeping with either of you? Nah, babygirl, you do what you want. Just let me know if someone messes with you or makes you in any way uncomfortable and I'll methodically destroy them for you. Martin included. Not that I think he would, but,...."

Belle: "I'm not used to getting turned down and it's happened twice now in as many days. My taste is impeccable, so that can't be it," she said, humming and pursing her lips. It didn't bother her all that much, considering her options weren't limited to Beau and Malcolm, but she couldn't help being a little bit dramatic. She nudged her knee against his, the only really safe bit of affection that she could give him while they were in his office. "I'll let you know, papa bear."

Beau 's eyebrow shot up, trying to imagine who'd turned Belle down. "Maybe it was someone not looking for anything right now?" He didn't quite connect the dots, still a little worn out from starting the new semester on just as little sleep as he always got. "Thank you. Can't get in trouble for protecting someone," Beau said with the most knowing grin. "Wait. Papa bear?" The drink he'd been sipping on got set down and for a moment he looked irritated before the laughter started, full and loud. "Fucking Frankie. Now the whole school's going to go for it.:

Belle: "Mmm. Someone not looking for something with /me/ right now. Ethical considerations, you know the deal. And I'm not going into it more than that. Draw your own conclusions." His reaction to the nickname sparked her grin again and she wrinkled her nose at him. "They are, and it's fantastic. It suits you."

Beau "Of course I get it...." He trailed off, already making his own conclusions but deciding not to voice them for the moment. "How does it suit me?" The snort was just waiting to come through, and he briefly broke to lean forward and push at her shoulder in the most subtly teasing way he knew how to do. "You know what a bear is, right?!"

Belle: Belle shifted and kicked his foot before rubbing hers against his ankle, out of sight of anyone who might look into his office. It was still pretty weirs, a student sitting on her professor's desk after hours sharing a meal. But at least they wouldn't be seen playing footsie, good lord. "Yes I know what a bear is. I also know what you look like shirtleas, and the description seems pretty apt to me." Laughing for a moment, it turned into a sigh and a slightly wistful smile. "I should get going. I have homework and you're going for drinks with Martin." She paused for a second. "Didn't think it would be this difficult, you as my teacher. And not because you're a stickler in class."

Beau didn't discourage her in the slightest, hand going out to run a hand over her leg but caught himself in time. "So I've got to be a hairy to be considered a bear? Though hey, as long as no one's trying to go daddy kink on me then I'm not going to complain." A small huff slipped out, wanting to protest but knowing that anytime they hung out on campus it'd probably be veering towards short and sweet. "Did he tell you I should get drunk? He's encouraging my bad habits." It was a brief, very rushed move as Beau moved to brush his lips over her cheek, against the corner of her lip, but it was just innocent enough to be something just between friends if his office door popped open. "C'mon, up babe. We've only got... what... four more months? I'll keep you so busy grades will be in before we know it."

Belle: It took real effort for her not to move into the kiss, sighing instead as she squeezed his elbow and smiled. "I'll make it worth the wait. This time we might actually get past second base." Winking, she returned the kiss to his cheek quickly and went to slip her shoes back on. She left half the leftover takeout for him to bring home, bagging the rest and putting space between them on her way to the door. "Don't go easy on me, Professor Alistair. I like a challenge."

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queenofslytherin71 · 8 years ago

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Mrs Maximoff part 3

The sun streamed into Pietro's bedroom, waking Adrianna. Pietro had his arms snaked around her waist and his breathe warmed her bare back. She tried to turn around without waking him, succeeding. He looked so peaceful when he slept. His chest was slowly rising and falling. Adrianna softly laid her hand against his chest to feel the beat of his heart. She raised her hand to caress the stubble on his jaw. She couldn't believe this silver haired beauty was her fiancée. She rested her hands on his chest again. "Why did you stop?" His eyes opened slowly, he smiled. "Sorry did I wake you?" "You only woke me when you stopped touching my face. It was nice," he mumbled against the pillow. She giggled. "You're so beautiful Adrianna." A blush crept along her cheeks. "Last night was amazing Pietro." "It was perfect." He planted a soft kiss on her temple. She had her fingers in his hair, caressing gently. "I love it when you do that." "Do what?" "Your fingers in my hair." How did the mission go?" Pietro turned so he could lay on his side to look down on her. "It was not so bad. We only had a problem of locating the Hydra base, that is why it took so long. Nobody got seriously hurt. Just some scars and bruises I couldn't get hurt I had to get home to you." She lifted his hand and kissed each of his bruised knuckles. "Pietro I'm so lucky to have you." He ran his fingers through her soft black hair. " When do you want to get married printsessa?" "A month from now?" "What about tomorrow?" "Pietro tomorrow? Do you know how much work goes into planning a wedding?" "I know, but we have a great team to help us plan everything besides I can't wait to be your husband Adrianna." Pietro made his best attempt to make a puppy face. Adrianna laughed. "Alright maybe it can be done, but we'll have to ask them first." "We should probably get up and tell everyone," Pietro said standing up from the bed entirely naked. He made his way around the bed towards the bathroom. "Nice ass Maximoff." She heard him chuckle from the bathroom. He turned on the water. He stuck his head into the bedroom, hiding his body. "You are welcome to join this nice ass in the shower." She bit her lip. I think I'm taking you up on that offer," she said as she stood up to join him in the bathroom.

Some time later... Adrianna found some clean clothes in Pietro's drawer she wore the last time she slept in his room. She put on a black sundress and decided to walk barefoot. Pietro loved his sportswear. They walked to the kitchen hand in hand. Most of the team was in the kitchen. The first to greet her was Wanda. " Adrianna we missed you," she said as she hugged her tightly. "I hope my brother didn't keep you up the whole night? " she said eyeing Pietro. " Actually she kept me up," Pietro interjected. "Pietro," Adrianna said as she slapped him softly against his chest. "What? It's true." He laughed. "I missed you too Wanda. Natasha!" " Hey honey, when I went to your room last night I wanted to greet you, but you weren't in there, so I thought the only other place you could be was in speedy's room." Pietro was busy speaking to Wanda in their native tongue. Adrianna decided to head over to Clint, who was sitting at the counter checking his phone. He turned away from his phone and smiled when he saw her. "Hey kiddo how's it been?" "Just lonely, I missed you lot so much." "Don't worry we missed you too." " Is everything okay? You seem a bit down." "It's just that I miss Laura and the kids so much and... Wow that's a big rock!" he said when he saw the ring. "Shht Shht. Please don't say anything, not yet." "When did this happen?" he whispered. "Last night," she said with a big smirk. " I'm so happy for you kiddo, you deserve to be happy. " "Thanks Clint." Somebody tapped Adrianna on her shoulder. She turned around to see Steve standing with open arms. "Come here and give your best friend a hug." He crushed her with a bear hug. "I missed you Steve." "I missed you to doll." She let go off him. "The team felt incomplete without you this past two weeks. How's your ankle?" "It's healed completely." Thor, Tony and Bruce came into the kitchen. Tony ruffled her hair as he passed her. "Really Tony?" "Hi to you too Adrianna." "The lady has quite a temper," said Thor. "She can be quite bitchy too you know especially when it's that time of the month," Tony replied. Adrianna just rolled her eyes. "Stop teasing her you guys. She may be the youngest on the team, but she still brings the team together," said Bruce as Adrianna took a seat next to him at the counter. "Thanks Bruce for sticking up for me, but not even Tony Stark can ruin my good mood. Bruce high fived her. " I guess speedy gave you a good time last night," said Tony. She just glared at him. Adrianna felt a gust of wind beside her, where Pietro appeared sitting in the stool next to her. "You want cereal, no?" She nodded. Within seconds there was a bowl in front of her with two spoons in. Pietro finished the last bit of cereal. "You guys, I believe my brother and Adrianna has something to tell us," said Wanda smirking evilly. Pietro glanced at Adrianna and she nodded. They stood up and went to stand in front of the counter where everyone could see them. "We have big news," Pietro said. "You're not knocked up are you?" asked Tony. Adrianna reached for the newspaper in front of her and threw it at him. Pietro laughed. "Last night," He started as he pulled her closer and looked down at her. "Adrianna made me the happiest man alive. She agreed to be my wife." He kissed her. Everyone was clapping hands or whooping(mostly Sam and Steve.) "I'm so glad you're going to be my sister," said Wanda as she gave her future sister in law a big hug. "Me too," said Adrianna. Natasha squealed when she saw the ring on her finger. A lot of hugs and congratulations were given. "You're grandmother would be so proud of you." "Thanks Steve." " The first time I saw you, I knew exactly who you were before you decided to take your grandmothers last name. You looked so much alike. I thought it was Peggy standing in front of me. " She had tears in her eyes. "Oh Steve you're going to make me cry." "Congrats Maximoff, you're a lucky man." "Thanks Captain." They shook hands. Last but not least Tony stood in front of the happy couple. "You know I'm just messing with you right? " Tony looked genuinely sorry. " Oh come here Tony." She hugged him. "Congrats," he said in her ear. He let go of her. "Congratulations roadrunner. Make her happy and keep her safe. She's our babygirl." "Always." Tony shook Pietro's hand. "So when's the wedding?" Sam asked. "We decided... Tomorrow," said Adrianna. "We need your help to pull this thing off." "We can manage it," said Natasha. Tony rushed out of the kitchen talking on his phone. "I'm planning the bachelor party," said Thor. "It's going to be a feast." "Thank god I can't get drunk," said Pietro. The kitchen was full of laughter. "Whoa everyone!" Natasha shouted. "Adrianna and Pietro are getting married tomorrow and they're going to have an absolutely gorgeous wedding. I'm going to divide everyone into teams. " Thor, Steve and Tony. Where's Tony? " "He was just here," said Bruce. "Well the three of you are going to take Pietro with you for the rest of the day. You are in charge of finding a location and a tux. Can you manage that?" "Yes mam," said Steve. "Bruce, Clint, Sam and Vision you are in charge of the food and the decoration. Adrianna, Wanda and myself will get the dress and invite the guest and decide on the music. Clint and Steve keep me updated on your goings and your progress." "The two of you, say your final goodbyes before tomorrow afternoon," said Wanda speaking directly to Pietro and Adrianna. Pietro turned to her. " Do you have any second thoughts about this tomorrow? " he asked her suddenly serious. "No, do you?" " Not one. I just want to make sure I'm not forcing you into this. " "Pietro, I love you and I'm going to love you for the rest of my life. " He cupped her face and kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm crazy for you my Queen." He let go of her, but she grabbed onto his collar and pulled him down for another kiss, a bit steamier than the first one. Oblivious to the people around them, they carried on as if no one existed except for them. Her hands roamed his muscled chest. Both of them let go for air. She rested her forehead on his. Their lips gently brushing. Breathing heavily. "Until tomorrow." "Come on speedy," said Steve. Only the women remained in the kitchen. "Honey let's find you a dress," said Natasha grabbing Adrianna's hand.

Later that evening...

Back in the Avengers tower. It was so quiet you can hear a pin fall. Adrianna them returned from the bridal store. Adrianna plopped down on the couch in the living room, exhausted. Natasha and Wanda fell into the couch next to her. "Thank god all of it is done." Wanda sighed. "Adrianna you should get some rest. You don't want to be asleep at the altar," said Wanda. Adrianna used her last remaining energy to get up from the couch. "Thank you for everything today." "You're welcome," they said in unison. Adrianna slung her dress over her shoulder. "See you in the morning." "Good night." Adrianna took the elevator up to their floor. It dinged as it came to a halt on her floor. When she reached her door. She crouched down to find a dusty blue rose with a small note. "See you tomorrow my queen."

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