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hystericalweenie · 5 years ago

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Just Another Day at the Office Series - New On the Job

George MacKay x Reader Series

Part Three: Hangover Cure

Masterlist

Summary: Y/f/n Y/l/n was job searching, looking for a new place to work as an escape to her, then, current job; she’d been denied every pitch she had, yet she worked her ass off with zero recognition. Writing was her passion and her dream job laid in the hands of a magazine company in the city. Will the combination of her sexual frustration and her competitive nature cause her to risk her biggest dream for a blue eyed coworker?

a/n: I have absolutely no personal experience in magazine/journalism career, so the information in this fic will be provided with the knowledge I have conducted from research. With that being said, please don’t be mad if this is not accurate!!! Sorry this is a little short, I just want to kind of speed this up because I have sooo many ideas for the future parts. This might be a long series, so I hope y’all are into that!

Warnings: This is a slow burn fic, their relationship won’t happen in one night, so if you’re not into that, check out some of the beautifully written imagines that you can most likely find under the george mackayxreader tag. I might eventually write some of my own too :P At least one person’s saying “fuck” and there’s some sexual! tension! up! in! here!

I had to fight the urge not to bury my nose into the sweater every chance I could, but it smelt so good. I watched as his back faced me, preparing the breakfast food whilst I sat and watched. I pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my cheek on my knees as I resumed watching him, smiling. My wet hair soaked through the back of his sweater, sticking to my back and I hoped he wouldn’t mind. His joggers were loose on my legs, my feet snug in a pair of his socks; I was completely decked out in his clothes, drowning in his scent, and I was loving it.

He had an unseen speaker in his kitchen, softly playing some hits from The Beatles, pairing with the sounds of the food frying on the pans. I was in pure bliss, sighing with content, before he turned around with a plate full of French toast, scrambled eggs, and a side of bacon. I licked my lips at the sight of the food, taking the plate and placing it in front of me.

“This looks amazing, George,” I marveled, my mouth watering.

He smirked proudly before filling his own plate and taking a seat across from me.

“I always eat this when I’m hungover and it always cures it,” he informed me. “Bon appétit!” He raised his fork before diving into his creation.

After biting into the perfect-amount-of-cinnamon French toast–and moaning in delight a little too loudly–I finished chewing before swallowing and speaking.

“Do you cook often?”

He nodded, bringing a napkin to his lips before speaking.

“I love cooking,” he responded, “I’ve gotten a lot better at it. I used to be shit at it, I’d burn everything I made,” he recalled with a laugh.

I laughed, stuffing my mouth with some of the scrambled eggs.

“You’re going to have to teach me one of these days, my roommate and I live off of take-out and grilled cheese’s,” I admitted, taking a sip of the orange juice he had poured for me earlier.

He cringed at my confession. “I will definitely teach you. Trust me, after a couple recipes and learning how to make proper meals, you’ll never need take-out again. If Dean was able to learn from me, then you will.”

His quick mention of Dean sparked a question in my head.

“How long have you and Dean been friends?” I queried, picking up some more eggs on my fork and scooping them into my mouth.

He waited to chew before speaking, swallowing his food down with a gulp of juice.

“Dean and I have been friends for about three years now. It doesn’t sound very long when I say it out loud, but it feels like I’ve known the guy for a lifetime,” he admitted with a small smile, no doubt thinking of the brunette.

“It’s weird how that is,” I added, agreeing with his words. “I’ve known my roommate for five years, but it feels like I’ve known her forever.”

Talking about my roommate reminded me of her actions last night. Leaving me at a bar I was invited to, and kicking me out of my apartment.

“Speaking of her, I’m going to give her hell for the shit she pulled last night,” I grumbled, angrily shoveling more food into my mouth.

“If you did go home to your flat last night, you wouldn’t be having a home-cooked breakfast, though, would you?” he chided with a smirk. I bit back a smile as I was reminded that somehow, I had been blessed, eating breakfast that George had cooked me, wearing George’s clothes, as I was sat across the handsome blue-eyed man himself.

“No, I wouldn’t be,” I confessed, biting off a piece of bacon from the crispy strip. “I’d consider myself lucky if I found a piece of toast for breakfast.”

“Sounds lovely,” George joked sarcastically, finishing off his plate.

I leaned back into the chair, my hands on my belly with a groan.

“I’m so full,” I wailed. “I haven’t had a meal that good in a long time.”

He laughed at my dramatic state.

“Was it that good?” he laughed, getting up and taking my plate, scraping off the small bits I wasn’t able to finish into the trash.

I nodded vigorously and watched as he threw the dishes into the dishwasher. To see him like this in the kitchen, it ignited my imagination, wondering if this is what it’d be like living with him; seeing him in casual attire compared to his usual button up and slacks, seeing his hair disheveled and his eyelids swollen with sleep, seeing him look so relaxed.

My phone began to vibrate against the table, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked at the screen, seeing Bree’s contact light up as she called me. I pressed the power button, silencing it; I wasn’t ready to talk to her yet.

“That your roommate?” he turned around.

I sighed. “Yeah, she’s probably coming up with an apology in my voicemail as we speak.” I looked down at my phone, lighting up with a voicemail notification, making me roll my eyes at her easily predictable habits.

“She might be wondering if you’re okay,” he suggested, leaning his back against the counter.

I shrugged. I knew he was right, but I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay in his apartment in his clothes that smelt like him. I wanted to absorb this moment and soak in it, but I knew it had to come to an end.

“I should probably get going before she freaks out,” I agreed, standing up from the chair.

“Do you want me to give you a ride?” he offered.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach and I couldn’t stop myself from blushing. I wasn’t sure how he wasn’t tired of taking care of me yet; I knew I’d somehow have to return the favor in the future.

“That would be great,” I accepted his offer, getting my purse.

He led me out of the kitchen and to his living room, where he slipped on his shoes. I slipped on the shoes I’d been wearing before as well, shoving my clothes in my purse as I hugged the fabric of his sweater closer to my skin.

“You’ve got everything?” he asked, swinging his keys around his finger. His fingers. Before I could even muster the sexual thoughts, I forced myself out of the predictable trance.

I nodded looking down at my outfit. “Do you want me to change back into my clothes, so you can have these back?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. “No, don’t be ridiculous. I’d rather you wear clean clothes than clothes with traces of vomit and alcohol on them.”

“Well, thanks,” I blushed, staring down at the comfy cotton. “These are incredibly comfortable.”

He grinned, crinkles by his eyes appearing; these were becoming one of my favorite features of his.

“I’m glad you think so,” he led me out of his apartment complex, walking toward the parking lot in back of the building.

We approached a little black Nissan, beeping as he pressed a button on his keys. He surprised me, walking to the passenger door first and opening it for me. My eyes widened at the gesture, getting inside and sitting in the seat, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach and the blush that’d already crept its way onto my cheeks. The soft aroma in his car was a mixture of his scent and leather, making me fight the urge to roll my eyes into the back of my head in euphoria. As he got into the driver’s seat and started the car, I gave him the address to my apartment, which he then typed into the navigation app on his phone. As he drove, his eyes concentrated on the road ahead of us and his hands gripped onto the steering wheel. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at him; he looked so handsome when he was concentrated, the veins rising on the backs of his hands and trailing to his arms.

I sent thanks to New York traffic as it elongated the trip to my apartment, but I was surprised at how relatively close we lived to each other. I paid close attention as he tapped his fingers against the leather steering wheel, probably out of boredom, but I wanted to devour every single feature of his that I could. Once my apartment complex came into view, I came to terms that this was it; my time with George had ended. Feeling disappointed, I asked myself, why? Why does it have to end here? What are you scared of, Y/n?

He pulled up to the curb in front of the building, the car coming to a stop. He turned to me, looking at the building outside of my window before looking at me, as if he was waiting for me to speak.

“I should probably get your number,” I blurted, trying to exert as much confidence as I could, because Lord knew I needed it.

He looked taken back, his eyes widening. I chewed on my lip nervously.

“So, that you can teach me how to cook,” I added with a laugh, trying to ease the conversation.

“Right,” both of us smiling at the memory we’d shared in his kitchen, he quickly reached for his phone and read me his digits, recording my own into his phone as well.

I opened the door and looked at him one last time.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” I thanked him sincerely.

I wanted to kiss him so badly, right then and there. But now wasn’t the time, and I knew that. He smiled warmly at me, his eyes soft.

“It was my pleasure, really.”

I gripped the strap of my purse. “See you later, George.”

He smirked at me, making my heart skip a beat.

“See you, Y/n.”

I closed the door behind me, entering my apartment complex, trying to withhold the giddy giggles that threatened to escape my mouth. Skipping up the stairs and entering my apartment, I dramatically fell onto the sofa with a sigh of delight, closing my eyes and memorizing all of his features. I heard footsteps approaching me, already knowing that it was my guilty roommate.

“It’s fine,” I interrupted her before she got to speak. I opened my eyes and sat up, meeting her frown.

“No, it’s not, Y/n, I–”

“Just don’t do it again,” I warned.

I didn’t want to talk about, because I knew it would bring me down from the high I’d gotten from being with George. She sat herself down next to me and pulled me into a hug, which I gladly accepted.

“I need to go get Plan B,” she admitted, her breath tickling my neck.

I rubbed her back sympathetically. “Let’s go to the pharmacy, then.”

We pulled away, her eyes coming in contact with my outfit, an immediate grin taking over her face.

“You have to tell me everything.”

We walked aimlessly around the pharmacy, looking at totally-necessary bags of candy.

“So, you guys didn’t fuck?”

She picked up a bag of Kit Kat’s, throwing it into our basket. I rolled my eyes, the new item in the basket weighing down my elbow.

“No,” I began, looking at a bag of gummy worms and tossing it into the basket as well. “But, I did get his number.”

She gasped, her hands flying to her mouth in shock, her hazel eyes practically bulging out of her head.

“Y/f/n Y/l/n, did you ask a man for his phone number?”

I nodded, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth as I smiled. She playfully pushed my shoulder, her mouth wide open, still in shock.

“Now that’s what I like to hear.”

Cashing out at the counter, I felt my phone vibrate from my back pocket. I slid the device out and my eyes widened at the notification.

George: You up for some wine and a chicken parmesan tutorial tomorrow evening?

I sneakily angled the phone screen so that Bree could see it, her face lighting up and violently nodding, as if to tell me to accept his invitation. I began typing out a text, showing her so that she could judge it. With another violent nod and a smirk, I sent the cheeky text.

Me: Miss me already?

Me: Jk... that sounds great. When do you want me over?

After splitting the total and getting onto the subway, my phone vibrated again. I pulled my phone out to check the notification in curiosity once again, my heart beating a mile a minute.

George: As long as I don't have to watch you vomit again. Does 4 sound alright?

I rolled my eyes, knowing that he was being sarcastic.

Me: Haha very funny. 4 is good.

George: I’m never going to let that down.

I subconsciously brought my bottom lip between my teeth, nervously chewing on it. What do I say?

Me: Remind me to never drink on an empty stomach again OR smoke weed. I think my body needs to detox after last night.

George: Noted. Still never going to let that down though ;)

Me: You’re the fuckin worst.

George: You love it.

I tried to stop myself from grinning, but I miserably failed. I sure do, George.

#george mackay #george mackay x reader #x reader fic #dean charles chapman #1917 #1917 cast #fanfic

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worryinglyinnocent · 5 years ago

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Fic: Gloves Off

Summary: Belle rewards Gold after keeping his temper and being on his best behaviour at a polite event.

Written for the @a-monthly-rumbelling prompt: “Take everything off except [blank].”

Rated: E

Gloves Off

“Well, I can’t say that I’m not glad that’s over for another year.”

Belle had to laugh at Gold’s vehemence. They had spent the evening at the annual fundraiser at the town hall, and now they were back home, with Gold enjoying his own whisky and unfastening his bow tie as if it had been strangling him all night. He had never been the most sociable of people and he had only attended tonight on Belle’s insistence.

She was rather pleased with how well he’d behaved himself this time. Last year, they’d ended the evening with nine rent increases, two eviction threats and at least four people in tears.

This year, Belle had told him in no uncertain terms that carrying out business at a charity event was in bad form. She’d also promised him a reward when they got home if he managed to stay gracious for the entire evening. That, rather than any innate sense of propriety, was probably what had kept him on the straight and narrow tonight, but Belle didn’t care. As long as they weren’t still dealing with the fallout the next day, she really didn’t mind what incentives were needed.

“All things considered I think you were a paragon of perfection.” She came over and hooked her arms around his neck, leaning in for a long, sensuous kiss. Gold accepted her eagerly, his tongue pressing against her lips. He tasted of whisky, rich and smoky, and Belle sighed against his mouth.

“Oh Belle…” Gold rested his forehead against hers. “You’ve looked absolutely ravishing tonight. It’s a good job that the town already knows that we’re together or else they’d be wondering where I hired you from. It’s not right for someone as glorious as you to turn up with a grumpy old bastard like me.”

Belle smiled, his words giving her an idea. He’d made the self-deprecating joke before, but now she thought that she knew a way to turn the tables and make it much more pleasurable for the both of them.

“Maybe tonight I can be your escort,” she whispered in his ear, pressing a kiss to the lobe. “You’ve been so good all evening and I think you deserve a treat.”

“Yes?” He sounded slightly strangled, and Belle knew that she was onto a good idea.

“Let’s say you had hired me tonight. For the next few hours, I’m all yours. I escorted you to your fancy party and looked gorgeous on your arm, making you the envy of the rest of the town. But I’m only for you.” She punctuated her sentences with kisses to his cheek and temple. “Now we’re back at your place, and I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Well.” Gold gulped down the last of his whisky and sat the tumbler on the mantelpiece. “In that case, I suggest that we go upstairs.”

Belle took his hand in hers. “Lead the way Mr Gold.”

There was something about seeing him with his bow tie loose around his neck as he led her up the stairs to their bedroom, looking back at her every few steps, that went straight down between Belle’s legs, warming her blood in delicious anticipation of what would come next. As they entered the room, she caught sight of herself in the cheval in the corner. Her hair was coming down from its pristine updo and her mascara and smudged under her eyes, but the strapless blue satin gown and matching gloves were still looking good.

She got the feeling that they might not be for much longer, though. Gold’s eyes had nearly popped out of his head when he had first seen her ensemble earlier in the evening, and she knew that she’d found a winner with the gloves.

“So, how do you want me, Mr Gold?” she asked softly. “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable? We still have hours together, after all.”

Gold sat down on the bed to take his shoes and socks off before shrugging out of his tuxedo jacket. He seemed much more at ease now that he was no longer in the trappings of the event he’d just survived. Belle just stood with her hands linked demurely behind her back, awaiting further instruction as Gold got comfortable against the pillows.

“Take everything off, except the gloves,” he said eventually.

Belle smiled. “As you wish, Mr Gold.” She turned her back and pulled the zip of her dress down, letting the bodice fall away and pushing it down from her hips to puddle at her feet. There wasn’t really a lot to take off after that: the dress had built-in cups and boning, so she wasn’t wearing a bra, and it was a warm spring night so stockings had been dispensed with as well. All that was left was her thong in sheer black lace. She pushed it down, stepping out of it and her shoes before turning back to Gold, gloved hands covering her breasts and sex with a teasing smile.

He beckoned her closer. “Show me. I want to see it all.”

Belle was happy to oblige, getting up on her knees at the foot of the bed, hands on her hips, pelvis pushed forward invitingly. He always liked her stripping off and putting on a show for him, and from the bulge beginning to show in the front of his trousers, tonight was definitely no exception.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked. “Perhaps a little closer inspection is in order.”

Gold shook his head. “Oh, I like what I see very much, but I think I prefer to look, not touch, such exquisite beauty. Someone should capture you in a painting, like the Birth of Venus.”

“I’m flattered, Mr Gold. Are you sure you don’t want to become more intimately acquainted yet?”

“Very sure. I want you to touch yourself. I want to see those gloves wet with your juices. Will you touch yourself for me, Belle? Finger yourself till you scream?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Belle grinned. If he wanted a show, then she would draw it out and give him the best damn show he’d ever seen. She brought her hands up to her breasts, cupping and massaging them gently as her nipples pebbled, then tugging and pinching at the hardened buds, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

Wearing the gloves added a new dimension to the experience, and Belle was very much enjoying it so far. She just hoped that Gold was enjoying it as well. She glanced up at him as she slid her hands back down towards her hips, shifting her legs wider apart so that he had a better view. He certainly seemed to be rapt, and as their eyes met, he gave her that slow, wicked smirk that she had seen on his face in the bedroom many times before, usually when he was about to make her scream herself hoarse.

“Do you like the view?” she asked.

“I’ve never had a better one. Show me more, Belle. I want to see your tight little pussy.”

Belle sat back on her heels, bracing one hand back against the bedcovers as she slipped two fingers into her folds, parting her nether lips so that he could see her clit and entrance. She could feel that she was already wet, her juices soaking through the fabric of the gloves as she rubbed along her folds, unhooding her clit and circling it with her thumb.

It was more difficult with the gloves on, the wet fabric was catching where wet fingers would slide easily, but the delay in reaching her peak only made her more eager, doubling down on her ministrations and increasing the speed of her frantic fingers. Ideally she wanted a finger or two pushed up inside, and her inner walls were clutching at nothing with the need of something to fill her up, but having worn the gloves all evening, she didn’t want them inside her.

She was so close now, there was nothing elegant in her touches anymore, just the same hurried rubbing she always used to get herself there when she was alone. Her hips bucked up, pushing her mound against her palm and making her lose her balance, collapsing onto her ass as he legs splayed beneath her. At least she had a hand free now, and she grabbed her breast, pinching her aching nipple to provide the final spark that she needed to fall apart, groaning with pleasure as her frenzied movement stopped.

At length movement returned to her boneless limbs and Belle pushed herself up into a somewhat ungainly sitting position. There was little point in asking if Gold had enjoyed the show; at some point whilst she’d been distracted with her own pleasure, he’d unfastened his belt and fly and was now stroking his cock lazily.

“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he said. “So free and uninhibited.”

Belle grinned and crawled up the bed towards him, going in for a kiss as her wet and slippery glove grabbed his length, supplanting his own hand and pumping him hard. Gold broke away from her, his head thumping back against the pillows.

“God, Belle…”

“I’ve had such a wonderful time tonight,” she purred. “I think you deserve that same pleasure. I’ll be right back. Don’t move. I’ve got something special in mind.”

“I don’t think that I could move if I tried.”

Belle kissed him again before going into the bathroom to pee and wash between her legs. Slipping the gloves back on, she looked at herself critically in the mirror. Her face was flushed with pleasure and her hair was all over the place now, nipples still puckered and desperate for attention. The gloves just enhanced the overall air of debauchery, and she smirked to herself.

Gold had not moved, his head still thrown back and his eyes half-closed, cock twitching with anticipation. Belle climbed back onto the bed, straddling his hips and beginning to unfasten his shirt buttons, pressing her lips to each new inch of skin that she uncovered until she reached his abdomen and the trail of dark hair leading down to his cock. She lapped her tongue over his tip before pulling his trousers and boxers down and off, making him moan as she peppered the inside of his thighs with kisses. Finally, she took the head of his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around him and tasting the salty beads of precum at his slit, then releasing him with a wet pop.

“Oh Belle.” One of his hands tangled in her hair as she licked a strip up the underside of his cock, tonguing at the vein. “Oh Belle, you’re an angel.”

“You were so good tonight, you deserve it.” She took him into her mouth again, cradling his balls in one hand and squeezing gently as the other hand pumped his shaft in firm strokes. It didn’t take long before his balls drew up in her hold and his earthy seed flooded her mouth, his hand in her hair tugging sharply.

“Belle!”

She swallowed him down greedily, letting him drop from her mouth as he began to shrink and soften. Gold untangled him hand from her hair and pulled her up on top of him for a long kiss, tasting the traces of his own essence on her lips.

“I think I’ll behave well at functions more often is this is the reward I get,” he murmured. “You really are remarkable.”

“Ah, was it me, or was it the gloves?”

“As absolutely wonderful as you looked wearing just those gloves, I doubt that the gloves alone could have given me such a fantastic blow job.”

Belle pulled them off, now definitely worse for wear and in need of laundering, and she draped them on her nightstand, snuggling in close to Gold’s side. She should probably get up again. She ought to brush her teeth, take her make-up off, comb her hair which was still full of pins and hairspray, or even just turn the bed down and get under the covers, but she was too content where she was.

“I do hope that they haven’t been ruined beyond salvaging,” Gold said presently. “I’ve had a wonderful idea of how we can bring them back into the bedroom.”

Belle propped herself up on one elbow. “Oh yes? What might that be? The night is still young, after all.”

Gold chuckled. “Sometimes I swear that you’re actually insatiable. Give me a chance to get my breath back. I think some of my brain is still dribbling out of my ears.”

Nevertheless, despite his protests, he rolled her over onto her back, kissing her lips, chin, down her neck and over her collar, before he reached out and grabbed the gloves, taking the cleaner one and draping it over her eyes as a blindfold.

“Oh yes, I like where this is going,” Belle whispered as she felt Gold’s lips close around her nipple and tug hard, making her arch off the bed.

The gloves had shown themselves to be an excellent investment, and as they fell back into heated kissing and touching once again, Belle knew that she was definitely going to be getting a few more pairs.

#rumbelle fic #A Monthly Rumbelling #Belle French #Mr Gold #Fic: Gloves Off

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luciesbabyboy · 5 years ago

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Weekend Away

1st Night

First attempt at weaving 33% truth, 33% faction and 33% fantasy....let me know how it works.

4 nights away with Lucie. No kids, in our beautiful secluded house overlooking the Atlantic coast….just the two of us on our annual time together to recharge and reconnect.

I picked her up from the airport and she threw her bags into the back of the car, we kissed and then we drove off into the evening. We had about a 2-hour drive in the fading light, but with the rush hour traffic dissipating and clear roads ahead it would still be light enough to go for a walk upon our arrival.

We chatted about our past week, upcoming events and just enjoyed each-others company as the scenery sped past.

It was close to 8.00 when we pulled into the driveway of our holiday home, there was till a good 90 minutes of light left. Our cleaner had done an excellent job of setting up the house. Cut flowers in all the vases, clean bedding, food supplies in the fridge and an opened bottle of Rioja and two glasses on the breakfast bar with a note “Enjoy your weekend away, Brian and I are having dinner on Sunday night, love for you to join us – no pressure”

I poured two glasses and went out to the car to collect the luggage. Throwing three bags on the bed, Lucie came up behind me and hugged me, squeezing my butt. I craned my neck back and planted a kiss on her lips.

“Let’s unpack later after our walk, I could do with stretching my legs” I said.

“Not so fast baby boy” she responded “I’m setting you some ground rules for the weekend”

She walked around to her side of the bed and opened up her biggest bag and started taking things out.

“Since this is our first weekend since you admitted your Adult Baby lifestyle to me, I think I need to make sure you’re diapered for the whole weekend” She unpacked 4 plastic lined training pants with animal and rocket prints on….”I’ve been shopping for this weekend” she said with a smile.

“From this moment on…until we leave on Tuesday morning you will be constantly in protection…I don’t want any leaks on those new trousers baby boy. So, here are the rules….

1) Whenever we are out you will be in training pants

a. You must ask me if you want to go to the toilet

b. If you need to do poopies I will come and wipe your bottom

2) If you don’t let me know you need the toilet and mess your training pants you will get a spanking when we get back here

3) As soon as we get back to the house you will lay on the bed and ask me to check your training pants. If they are wet without permission, you will turn over stick your bum in the air and ask me to spank your naughty bottom

4) When we are at home, you will always be diapered in these (she held up the baby blue plastic disposable diapers) for daytime and these (she held up the thick terry cloth fitted diapers) at night.

5) Whatever diapers I put you in you will be wearing a selection of these plastic pants and you will always be in these baby socks and these onesies, nothing else.

6) When at home, the toilet is off limits to you at all times.

7) You are not allowed to touch your diapers at any time

8) You have to tell me when you need to go number two and I will decide if you can use the big boy potty

9) You will always ask permission for food and drink; you cannot help yourself

10) You will always hold my hand when we are out together

11) If you break any of these rules or get grumpy about them or cause me to get angry your butt will be over my knee quicker than you can blink and your diapers will be around your knees and I will spank your naughty bottom pink then red.

12) Obey these rules and you will be rewarded with access to this (She lifted the hem of her summer dress to revel her panty-less mound) And I won’t have to tease you by playing with myself with this (out came one of her vibrators) whilst you lay next to me.

Finally she stopped taking things out of her bag and said “Agree”? with the gentlest of smiles that made me fall in love with her all over again. There was no humiliation in that smile….just love for me and my chosen lifestyle.

Tears formed in my eyes and rolled down my cheek. “Agreed” I replied

“Ah baby boy, don’t cry, let’s get you changed out of those big boy clothes and go for our walk”

She sat down on my side of the bed and undid my belt and in one swift moment my underwear and jeans were in a pile at my feet. She couldn’t resist stroking my cock with her warm hand and she gently took me into her mouth and brought my semi erection to full growth. She continued sucking for about 30 seconds then suddenly stopped just as soon as she started. Getting up from the bed she hoisted my loose-fitting t-shirt over my head. Apart from my socks I was totally naked. She bent over the bed and picked up the green dinosaur training pants and matching onesie. She held the pants open and told me to step in. She pulled them up over my cock and patted my bottom.

“Okay sweetie arms up” as she slipped the onesie over my head and helped my arms into the sleeves. Kneeling she snapped the poppers in the crotch. Picked up my jeans, discarded the “big boy pants” as she called them and asked me to step into my jeans.

Buckling the belt tight she asked what shirt I would like to wear. I chose the one I was already wearing, and she helped me into that too.

I was then gently pushed onto the bed and she knelt to put my shoes on.

“I can do those if you want” I asked

“Don’t be silly baby boy….if you can’t keep your big boy underwear dry, how can I expect you to be able to tie your own shoe laces” She replied and lovingly patted me on the knee.

I was in heaven…if I had know this level of joy when I first opened up to her..I would never have left it so long to confess in the first place.

“Okay sweetie, ready for our walk, oops, nearly forgot”….and she reached into her own packed bag and slipped on a pair of white cotton panties, “can’t have me walking around in a dress with no knickers now can we….that shore line breeze might give the wildlife something to scare them”

As she closed the door and we walked out into the dimming light, I automatically felt for her hand “Good boy…I think Mrs Hand is not going to visit Mr. Bottom much this weekend if you continue to follow my rules”

We only walked for about 45 minutes. Just enough light to guide us to the ocean. The earlier glass of red wine working its magic on both of us. You could barely hear the crinkle of plastic under my jeans and occasionally I got a gentle pat on my behind.

Walking back to the house, I felt a familiar urge in my bladder. Not sure on the house/outside rules I stopped.

Lucie looked at me, the clear night sky dimming to ever disappearing sun gently lit my confused face.

“What’s up baby boy”?

“I think I need to go to the potty” I replied, “Can I go”?

“Well, its only about 10 minutes until we are home, do you think you can wait”?

“I’m not sure, I don’t want to risk wetting myself first time out, certainly not without your permission”

“Ah that’s okay baby boy, you asked permission to go potty, so I wouldn’t spank you for it…but if you don’t want to wet your trainers I can help you out, you can pee in that bush over there”

“yes please” I said,

“Okay sweetie” She held my hand and walked over to the bush, she undid my jeans and pushed them to the floor, then I heard her unsnapping my crotch buttons and then the fresh evening air cooled my bottom and privates as my trainers also hit the floor. Lucie held my onesie to one side and said “go ahead baby boy, go wee-wee’s for me”

It felt weird and I struggled, maybe it was the cold, or just the new dynamic I wasn’t really sure, but I couldn’t pee.

Lucie shushed me and stroked my bottom. ”O sweetie, is my little boy all shy and doesn’t want to pee for his mama”?

”I don’t know, it won’t start, maybe it’s the cold air”

“Or maybe you’re being a bratty naughty boy who is being silly”?

“No honestly, I can’t do it, I must be the cold”

“Its okay baby…don’t worry, lets get you all snapped up and back to the house”

After dressing me up again, we continued to walk back to the house. The inside lights guided us in the gloom and within 10 minutes we were back inside. Once inside she said that she was going to shower and get ready for bed. I said I was going to put things away and set up the TV for Netflix

Halfway through setting up the new TV with our account info, I desperately felt the need to pee. The water, the red wine, the cold then warm environments all working a combined force on my bladder control,

I walked… actually trotted to where the on-suite was and tried the door. I could hear the shower on full blast, and she had turned on the Alexa and was singing her heart out to her favourite country songs. I tried the door in a last attempt at adulthood, but she had locked it. Either on purpose or by habit from having two teenage daughters bursting into our bathroom at home…

I knocked the door out of desperation as I felt a little spurt leak out into the front of my trainers. No reply. I knew she would be another 10 minutes in the bathroom, I hopped from foot to foot, and squeezed my cock through my trainers in a vain attempt to quell the urge to pee. It would only buy me a minute or two, I could break rule number 6, she wouldn’t know. She would be in the bathroom another 10 minutes at least.

I carefully walked to the bathroom, undid my jeans, unsnapped my poppers and pulled my trainers down to my knees, only just managing to control my stream as it forced its way into the bowl. The relief on my face was abject, the pain in my bladder subsiding…

I quickly pulled my trainers up, re-did my poppers and remembering rule number rule number 5, I folded my jeans up and walked out into the living area in just my onesie and socks.

I then went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed waiting for Lucie to come out of the bathroom.

After 10 minutes she appeared from a cloud of steam, my beautiful wife with her hair tied up, a thigh high sleep t-shirt barely covered her bum. She smiled at me and I smiled back.

“Glad to see my baby boy is ready for his checks, but didn’t you need to go to the toilet when you got back”?

I hesitated, for a millisecond, but I knew she picked up on my nervousness, “No, funny, but the need never came back sweetie”

“Okay, baby boy, I’m just going to our myself a glass of wine and I’ll be back in to get you ready for bed”

I heard her go into the kitchen and pour two glasses of wine. Then silence. Finally, after about two minutes she appeared at the bedroom door holding two glasses of wine and sporting a frown on her forehead

“Care to explain to me your last 15 minutes”

“Hmmm, set up the TV, put away some of the food, came in here to lay down”

“Is that it, it that your final answer?”

“Yes, honestly”

“Well then, I guess we better call Angie and say her services are not required any longer as the guest bathroom has not been cleaned, there is pee in the bowl and all over the toilet seat”

I secretly cursed my stupidity. I was in such a rush to get out, I forgot to clean up and flush. Damn it, damn it damn it..

My silence spoke volumes and I just did nothing but stare into the void

“Well, well, looks like Mrs. Hand will be paying a visit to Mr. Bottom after all, but first I want to remind you.

You broke the rule of not using the toilets, that’s 10 smacks on each cheek

You lied to me, that’s another 20 smacks on each bottom cheek

She then pushed her hand down the front of my trainers and felt the tiniest of damp patches where I let out the smallest of leaks trying to get into the bathroom

“And you wet your trainers without telling me, that’s another 20 smacks on each bottom cheek sweetie. I don’t think my hand will be able to survive 100 smacks on your bottom”, she walked around to the large bag on the floor, “good job I bought Mrs. Paddle along for the ride, you two are going to get well acquainted in the next 20 minutes”

“But, its not fair….you locked the door to the bathroom, I tried to open it and then I knocked, I didn’t want to wet my trainers on my first night”

“But…but…..but….nothing baby boy,

1) You lied to me

2) You tried to hide your naughtiness

3) You broke the no potty rule

4) You wet your trainers anyway

You would have been better to wet your trainers and confess to me….I might have been lenient with you if you had, I might have agreed with you and just cleaned you up and put you straight into your night time diapers…but…but…but… you didn’t did you?

She walked to the dresser and pulled out the stool, sat down and her night shirt lifted up over her beautiful tight thighs briefly releveling her panties

She crooked her finger at me. “Over here baby boy”

I shuffled over to her and as soon as I was within reach, she hauled me over her lap, adjusted me so my bottom was at the highest position possible

I felt her right leg come out from under me and clamp my legs into position.

“Sweetie, you broke my rules, you lied to me and you still wet yourself. You are a 4-year-old baby boy and I will not tolerate this behaviour.” At that I felt her fingers go into the waistband of my trainers and yank them down to my knees.

Without warning, or warming up, the paddle started it job, swish, splat, swish, splat, left cheek to right check, rhythmically and without pause. Every 5 seconds a fresh slap landed on alternating bottom cheeks. Within 30 spanks, I was breathing hard, it took another 30 spanks before I started crying, by the time she had counted to 90 I was sobbing and inhaling deeply between the next smack. She stopped at 90 and I hoped, against hope, she had mis-counted.

“Okay sweetie, I want you to stand in the corner and you can stand there for 10 minutes whilst I get everything ready for your bedtime, You’re going to get your final 10 in the diaper position then I can put you straight into your night time diapers and then we can snuggle in bed as its getting late”

I felt her legs release its grip on mine and I stood up, I went to rub the pain away from my bottom but she slapped my hands away…”No touching baby boy”

I waddled to the corner and faced the wall.

I could hear Lucie tinkering in the background, gently singing to herself.

After 10 minutes, I felt her hand on my bottom, “Okay baby boy, onto the bed for me please”

I turned around and there in front of me the bed had been transformed into a changing station. A large towel covered 3 quarters of the bed, baby powder, baby oil, baby wipes, on one side, plastic pants with jumping lambs on the cover and matching blue onesie on the other, and right down the centre my baby blue Velcro diaper with absorbent inner lay waiting for my bottom.

I shuffled over, the tears dry on my cheeks.

I lay down on the middle of the diaper, knees up.

Lucie then pulled my ankles gently together and lifted them up over my stomach, she grabbed a wet wipe and expertly and gently wiped my genitals and bottom, front to back, then another cooling wipe wiped over both of my cheeks and then again between them. My legs came down and a fresh wipe cleaned my stomach and my pubic area.

“There all clean baby boy” Within a flash, my ankles were together and up over my head.

“Now baby boy, I want you to count for me a we finish your spankies. Don’t mis-count or I’ll start again.

Slap, 1, Slap,2, Slap, 3, Slap 4, …….all the way up to 10.

“Well done, baby boy, you counted so well for me and took your spankies so well” She let go of my legs and opened them and I felt baby oil being worked into my groin and bottom, next a liberal sprinkling of baby powder all over my diaper area then the front was quickly pulled between my legs and the Velcro sides fastened tightly over my waist. I automatically lifted my legs as she reached for the plastic pants, she eased them up my legs and I instinctively lifted my bottom as they were pulled up.

Lucie pulled me up into a sitting position and gently pulled the matching onesie over my head, she kissed me gently as my head popped out and laughed. Helping me with the arms I was then lifted to my feet as she knelt down and snapped the three heavy duty poppers of my crotch.

“All done baby boy, I know its late, but mama wants to watch some tv, do you want snuggles with mama in bed? I can get you a bottle of warm chocolate milk if you want”

“Yes please mama, that would be nice” I rubbed my eyes and stifled a yawn. It had been a long day, I’d been at work since 5am, the long drive, the walking and the bedtime activities all taking it toll…on both of us.

I grabbed my stuffed elephant and lay down in the fresh sheets of the bed, lucie went into the kitchen

I She returned 1 couple of minutes later with a baby bottle full of warm chocolate milk.

“There you go sweetie, don’t gulp it all at once”

She lay down on the bed and I snuggled into her chest and stomach. Looking up at her, she held my bottle in place as she pushed it into my open mouth., with her other hand she flicked the TV on to a movie channel and selected our favourite Meg Ryan movie…French Kiss….I was indeed a spoiled happy baby boy.

I suckled on the bottle for five minutes whilst Lucie stroked my hair and gently patted the front of my diaper.

The last thing I heard was the opening credit music to the movie as I closed my eyes and fell into a long a deep sleep.

I’m not sure how long I had slept there but I woke up around 2am needing to pee. Lucie had fallen asleep and the duvet covers were only covering her legs. He night t-shirt had risen exposing her sexy bottom clad in silky white knickers. I reached out and started to stroke them.

“What’s up baby boy, did you wake up? were you not warm enough? I tucked you into your blankies nice and tight.”

“No, I need to go to the potty”

“Ah baby boy, thank you for telling me, but you are wearing your night-time diapers and plastic pants, you can do your wee-wees in your diaper”

I lay down next to her on the bed, the plastic pants crinkling as I did so.

“Are you sure mama”?

“Yes, of course, that’s what night-time diapers are for. No need to wake me if you need to go potty at night”

She then turned over to face me, rested her hand on the front of my diaper and said “Go ahead sweetie, mama will sort it out in the morning”

With that I relaxed my bladder muscles and let a flood of pee run into the front of my diaper.

I could feel Lucie smiling at me,

The warmth flooded the front of my diaper, Lucie popped another pacifier into my mouth, and I drifted back off to sleep with Lucie’s gentle rhythmic patting of the front of my diaper. The stresses of the world dissolving with every suck of my pacifier.

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you smile at me (and I love you for how human you are) - Chapter 1.

Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/17912324/chapters/42290585

Ending up stuck in a hospital room that smelled too clean and looked too plain and boring wasn’t exactly what Steve had imagined happening after he went looking for Bucky. Somehow he had wanted to believe that everything would have turned out alright. Instead, he’d ended up almost drowning after getting beaten up by the man he had gone to save. ’’Yes, I want you to come and get me right now,’’ Steve said one more time, holding his phone between his shoulder and ear. He’d got enough of laying in a bed that was too small and had the scratchiest sheets he had ever felt in his entire life. ’’Yeah, bye.’’ He ended the call and threw the books from his bedside table into his bag. Natasha had brought them to him when she had found out he was going to be spending a while in the hospital. He placed his phone in one of the smaller pockets of the bag and threw it over his shoulder, regretting the motion immediately when a shooting pain went from his shoulder all the way down to his wrist. Well, that was definitely something he wasn’t going to be mentioning to Sam.

Getting to walk away from the room he’d basically lived in for the past week and three days felt like breaking out of prison after a thousand years. He said bye to the nurses that had been taking care of him as he walked towards the elevators. Sam might have told him to stay in his room and wait for him but Steve was able to get into an elevator and walk out of the hospital by himself just fine, thank you very much. It was a lovely morning, just not as warm as it usually was. The sun wasn’t shining and the wind wasn’t a nice cooling breeze, it was so cold that Steve could feel it in his bones. Now he understood why Sam had told him to wear a sweater. He should’ve listened. There were dark clouds in the distance. It might even rain later on. Steve liked the rain. Bucky had always loved the rain.

Sam, being late per usual, finally arrived in front of the hospital building at 8:30 AM. The look in his friend’s eyes was intense when he stepped out of his car. Steve knew exactly what he was going to say. ’’Didn’t I tell you to wait inside, Rogers? And to put on a sweater? Do you ever even listen to a word I say?’’ He grabbed Steve’s bag away from his injured shoulder and threw it in the trunk, ’’You ain’t completely healed yet, no matter what you say. Now get in, it’s fucking freezing out here.’’ ’’Can’t handle a little cold?’’ Steve mocked with a smile as he climbed into the car. ’’Nope.’’ Sam said and took a quick look at the rear-view mirror before making a U-turn, ’’I like the sun. I like to warm. Let’s hope it doesn’t rain, only freaks like you enjoy that kind of stuff.’’ Bucky used to love the rain. ’’So… your face looks better.’’ Sam continued when he realized Steve wasn’t going to comment on what he had just said. Then he cursed quietly at the traffic in front of them. It might end up taking a little longer to get back home than they had originally expected. Steve huffed out a slight laugh, trying not to hurt his bruised ribs, ’’Gee, thanks.’’ Sam glanced at him and rolled his eyes, ’’You know what I mean. That soldier of yours did a number on you.’’ The soldier. Bucky. ’’Yeah, I guess he did,’’ he answered before turning his head to look out of the window. Since the sun wasn’t glaring at him, he could see his reflection in the slightly dirty window. Maybe he did look slightly better. ’’I guess?’’ Sam asked, taking another look at him, ’’Your eye was swollen shut, Rogers. You looked like you had been used as a punching bag.’’ ’’It wasn’t his fault,’’ Steve mumbled, leaning his sore head against the cool window. ’’What was that?’’ ’’It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know what he was doing.’’ ’’I think he knew exactly what he was doing.’’ Sam sounded angry and almost disappointed, ’’He told you that you are his mission. Doesn’t that change anything for you? He tried to end your life.’’ ’’The Winter Soldier tried to end my life.’’ Steve corrected him, ’’But Bucky saved my life.’’ ’’Steve-’’ ’’Sam, if there is a difference between the two. And I don’t care about the fact that you probably know more about how people’s brains work, I’ve known him my whole life.’’ ’’Whatever you say.’’ ’’I really don’t feel like fighting about this,’’ Steve told him. He was tired. ’’I just want to get home and go to sleep.’’ ’’And that’s exactly what I want you to do as well,’’ Sam said, his voice strict. He then went on to talk about everything the rest of the Avengers had been up to whilst he’d been in the hospital. After hearing about Tony blowing stuff up in his lab once again, Steve began to zone out as he watched dark clouds rolling towards them. It began to rain. Just like Steve had thought it would. The raindrops hitting the window he was leaning against made his eyes droop. He allowed them to close and felt the dull pain in his head slip away. The next time he opened his eyes, he was no longer facing the window nor were they moving. Sam was sitting next to him, looking down at his phone. Were they already back home? ’’Oh, good. You’re up.’’ He turned his phone off, ’’Finally. You can really sleep through anything.’’ Steve shifted, moving to a more comfortable position. His shoulder felt like it had been stabbed with a thousand burning knives. ’’You could have just woken me up. I’m starting to think you just like watching me sleep.’’ ’’Yeah, yeah.’’ Sam laughed, ’’It’s still raining, so we gotta hurry.’’ ’’We don’t have an umbrella?’’ Steve asked, looking around the car, ’’You should get an umbrella.’’ ’’Yeah, just a moment, Rogers, I’ll just pull one right out of my ass.’’ Sam gritted through his teeth, a slight hint of humor in his voice, ’’Now, get the hell out.’’ Steve laughed before doing as he was told. He stretched his legs out and carefully rolled his shoulder. The shooting pain came and he tried his best not to show it on his face. The Avengers Facility looked the same. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting; He’d only been gone for a bit over a week. In all fairness, when it came to Stark, he never knew what to expect. If the man decided that he wanted to paint the outside of the Facility red, he could get it done in a day. ’’I swear to god if you don’t drag your ass here right now!’’ Sam yelled at him from the front door where he had run to take shelter from the rain that was only getting more and more aggressive. Steve let out a sigh. He hadn’t even noticed that he was getting soaked. As he began to make his way towards the building, he could feel his right sock getting wet. He was going to have to get a new pair of shoes. ’’You sure you’re feeling alright? You were staring at this building like it was the most interesting thing in the entire universe.’’ Sam asked, looking him up and down as he held the door open for Steve, ’’I can still take you back to the hospital if you don’t feel… normal?’’ ’’I’m fine,’’ Steve muttered, stepping in. Sam followed him. ’’It takes you an hour to just get out of bed in the morning, Sam. You can’t blame me for being slightly confused when I just woke up a second ago.’’ ’’Yeah, yeah. Sorry, man.’’ The door closed behind them. It was immediately a lot warmer. ’’Good morning, Captain Rogers. It’s a pleasure to have you back.’’ Jarvis’ familiar voice greeted him, making Steve smile. He was finally home. ’’Good morning,’’ Steve replied, ’’Have you been keeping an eye on everyone while I was gone?’’ ’’Of course, sir.’’ ’’Did you eat at the hospital?’’ Sam asked, setting Steve’s bag down on the floor. Steve shook his head and sat down, ’’No. The nurses were nice but god, the food. That’s one of the many things I’m not going to miss.’’ ’’Should I make something or… we could always order pizza?’’ ’’I’m not really that hungry anyway,’’ Steve replied. ’’Steve.’’ He could hear the judgment in his friend’s voice. Here comes the rant. ’’If you’re gonna start neglecting your health already, I’m gonna drag your super soldier ass back to that hospital in a heartbeat. ’’I’m not neglecting a-’’ Steve let out a sigh before continuing, ’’I’m just not hungry. I’m an adult, I know when I want to eat.’’ Sam let out a sigh of his own, ’’We should’ve just taken the nurses with us. Nat told me they always got you to eat. ’’Yeah, because if I didn’t, they would have spoonfed me.’’ Steve told him with a slight laugh, ’’Didn’t really have much of a choice.’’ ’’Oh, I can spoonfeed you too, Rogers. Don’t underestimate me.’’ Steve began to get up from his seat, ’’Sure, Sam. I think I’m just going to go to my room. Or maybe I should just say hi to everyone. Where are they anyway?’’ ’’Sit your ass back down.’’ Sam commanded, ’’And Stark and Banner are probably in the lab. The others are either sleeping or training. Clint is coming back tomorrow or the day after that.’’ Steve rolled his eyes before following his friend’s orders, ’’Ugh. I just want to sleep.’’ ’’And you are going to be doing that right after you have something to eat.’’ Sam told him, ’’Steve, the others haven’t had breakfast yet, you know why? Because they were waiting for you.’’ ’’Sam, I-’’ ’’Just, please.’’ Well, that wasn’t something Steve got to hear every day. Sam Wilson was begging. ’’Everyone’s been really worried about you, man.’’ And now he just felt bad. ’’Fine.’’ he muttered, ’’But if they aren’t here in the next fifteen minutes, I’m going to my room.’’ ’’Okay.’’ The other man smiled, seeming satisfied with his answer, ’’Jarvis, can you tell everyone that we’re having breakfast in ten minutes?’’ ’’Sure, Mr. Wilson.’’ ’’What are you going to manage to make in ten minutes?’’ Steve asked and watched how the other man went through every cabinet in the kitchen before pulling out a small box of something. ’’Pancakes.’’ he answered with a proud smile, ’’Let’s just hope this pancake mix hasn’t gone bad.’’ ’’Even if it has gone bad, they’re going to taste better than the pancakes at the hospital,’’ Steve said with a smirk. The pancakes there had tasted like rubber. He might have thrown them out of the hospital window and watched how a flock of birds had gotten a good meal out of them. Sam laughed lightly and began mixing the pancake batter. He seemed to know what he was doing. ’’I’ve never seen you use anything else in the kitchen other than the microwave and the blender. Should I be afraid?’’ Sam glared at him, ’’I’ve made pancakes out of a box before. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna burn the place down.’’ ’’Maybe we should just wait for Tony.’’ Sam rolled his eyes and took a pan out of one of the cabinets, ’’No, we shouldn’t. Jarvis will tell me if I’m doing something wrong. Right, J?’’ ’’That is correct, Mr. Wilson.’’ Steve hummed and decided to trust the man who was already pouring some of the mixture onto the pan. He leaned his face against his hand and allowed himself to not keep an eye on Sam the whole time. Jarvis would tell him if there was a fire.

It was still raining outside. If he listened carefully, he could hear the drops of water hitting the roof of the building. He turned to look out of the big glass doors to the backyard. Steve could imagine Bucky loving that part of the house. He would sit next to the glass doors and enjoy the weather, maybe even have a cup of warm coffee in his hands. ’I hope you’re safe.’ Steve thought to himself, suddenly feeling sad. Sam didn’t seem too keen on Bucky and the others probably had their own concerns about him as well. Natasha had told them everything she knew about Bucky and the Winter Soldier, it just seemed like Steve was the only one who knew that there was a difference between the two. Even if they believed that the two were the one and the same for the rest of their lives, he wished that they would at least realize that when the Winter Soldier went on a mission and was pointing a gun at someone, there was a victim in front of the gun as well as behind it. Bucky had remembered him. His eyes had changed from cold and distant to soft and scared. If humans truly did have a soul, at that moment Bucky’s had been shining right through his eyes. ’I’m with you till the end of the line.’ He allowed himself to drown in the thoughts of what could have been, had he been able to save Bucky and take him home with him. How he could’ve carefully touched his shoulder just to make sure that he was really there. Maybe he could’ve even heard his own name slip from Bucky’s mouth. Maybe- ’’Mr. Wilson, I believe it’s time to flip the pancake.’’ Jarvis’ voice broke him out of his daydream. Steve’s head immediately ’’Shit.’’ Sam cursed and flipped the pancake like Jarvis had told him to. Only a couple more seconds and it would have been completely burned. There was already a pile of pancakes on a big plate right next to the stove. Before Steve even had the chance to make fun of the man, a familiar voice came from behind him and beat him to it, ’’Do they all look like that? Because if they do, I’m suddenly not hungry.’’ ’’The rest are fine, this one’s just a little crisp.’’ Sam glared at Tony, who took a seat right next to Steve and offered him a big smile. ’’Good to see you, Cap. Heard you got sick of being in the hospital,’’ he said to him and gave him a small pat on the back. ’’Yeah, I did.’’ Steve replied, offering a smile of his own, ’’It’s good to see you too, Stark.’’ Bruce arrived in the kitchen only a few moments after Tony. When he noticed Steve, he went to give a quick hug, ’’Steve, how are you doing?’’ ’’I’m alright.’’ Steve tried not to wince when Bruce squeezed his injured shoulder a bit too hard, ’’Can actually see out of my other eye now.’’ ’’Yeah, for a moment I thought Fury was going to get a patch buddy,’’ Tony replied with a smirk and Steve realized he’d actually missed the man and his stupid remarks. He wasn’t going to say that out loud though. Sam took out the right number of plates and cutlery and got the table ready for when the rest of the Avengers would arrive. He grabbed the plate with the big pile of pancakes and placed it on the table before telling Jarvis to turn off the stove. ’’Did you use the entire box of that pancake mix?’’ Tony asked, staring at the pancakes as Sam sat down. ’’Yeah… I mean this house is filled with people who train every day, plus a healing super soldier. We need a lot of food.’’ Sam answered, a serious expression on his face. Tony laughed at him. ’’Something smells burned.’’ Steve jumped at the voice and turned to look around to see Natasha standing behind him with a smirk on her face, ’’How are you doing?’’ ’’I’m good,’’ Steve replied, smiling as well. She seemed like she too wanted to give him a hug but didn’t do so, probably because she remembered his injuries, unlike Bruce. Instead, she carefully ruffled his hair. ’’Where did you leave Rhodey?’’ Tony asked, chewing on a piece of pancake, ’’Did you kick his ass and leave him on the floor of the training facility?’’ ’’Oh, shut up, Tony.’’ Rhodey said when he appeared in the kitchen only a couple moment after Natasha, ’’I’m not that young anymore, of course she kicked my ass.’’ Tony laughed, ’’I knew it.’’ ’’You hurting anywhere anymore, Steve? I heard you took quite a fall.’’ Rhodey asked, the same way everyone else had asked. It was getting a bit tiring. ’’I’m fine,’’ Steve replied. Couldn’t they speak about something else? ’’You sure?’’ Rhodey continued, ’’I mean… I know I didn’t see you at the hospital but I hear that you used to look much worse just a while back but you still look a bit… well… swollen.’’ ’’It won’t take long for me to heal the rest of the way.’’ Steve explained, pretending that he wasn’t bothered by the constant questions, ’’So… You guys know that Clint loves surprises. Why don’t we throw him a welcome back party?’’ Thankfully the suggestion made everyone talk and he only had to pretend to listen. His head was beginning to hurt again but the pain was nothing compared to what it had been earlier in the car. While everyone kept on planning the party, he finished his pile of pancakes and stood up quietly. He placed the plate in the sink, grabbed his bag and walked out of the room. He didn’t turn around, despite feeling everyone’s eyes on him. Everyone in the kitchen went quiet and he just kept on walking. The last thing he heard before he stepped into his room was Natasha’s hushed voice asking, ’’Sam, are you sure he’s alright?’’ He closed the door before he could hear the answer. Despite the fact that Steve felt tired, he couldn’t get any sleep. Nobody had dared to bother him after he had left the kitchen, which meant that his message of ’I want to be alone’ had been loud and clear. Once he had figured out how to listen to music from his phone, that Tony had given to him as a present last Christmas, he had plugged his headphones in and just laid on his bed, looking up at the skylight. The skylight was the reason why he had chosen that room from the facility in the first place. When he couldn’t sleep, he could look at the stars and also so that when it rained, which it rarely did, he could watch the raindrops splatter against the bulletproof glass. He made sure that the music he was listening to was loud enough that even if there were people speaking about him in the living room or kitchen, he would not be able to hear them. Sam had helped him create a playlist of all the songs that Steve had enjoyed back in the day. Ever since he’d woken up in the hospital, Steve had felt a lump in his throat. For a couple of days, he had told himself that it was just all the water he had swallowed that made his throat feel odd but he knew the real reason behind it. The day before he had left the hospital, his eyes had begun to burn too but he had refused to let it all out because he had been afraid that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop. Bucky, Bucky, Bucky. He wondered if the man even remembered him anymore. Was he sitting somewhere in the cold all alone? Was he enjoying the rain as he used to when they were younger? Did he go back to Hydra? A new song came on and that was the moment he allowed the burn in his eyes and the lump in his throat to disappear. He closed his eyes and allowed the bitter tears to fall down. The song belonged to them, so he made sure that he didn’t miss a single word that the soft was singing to his ears and remembered the first and last time he had heard that song. Bucky and him, both wearing their uniforms. It was quiet. The party had just ended. The only evidence of the fact that there had even been a party in the first place was the small puddles of spilled drinks on the floor and the small sound of a cello finishing up the last song of the night. Bucky looked sad and Steve didn’t have to ask him why. He knew. He leaned a bit closer, ’’One day, when it’s our time, I’m going to take you dancing.’’ Bucky looked at him and let out a small laugh, obviously wanting to believe him, ’’Steve...’’ ’’I will.’’ He promised, carefully reaching out and holding his hand. Steve could see the singer of the band looking at him. He was ready to pull his hand away, not wanting to cause any trouble but then she smiled at him. The smile was full of… kindness and understanding. Did she really understand? She walked closer and Steve could feel Bucky trying to pull his hand away but Steve didn’t let him go. ’’You boys want one more song?’’ ’’Y-You really don’t have to.’’ Bucky was the first one to answer. He sounded nervous, almost scared. Steve squeezed his hand. ’’Oh, but there is this one song that I really would have loved to sing but didn’t have the time to.’’ She smiled a knowing smile and looked down

at their intertwined hands, ’’I think we would all very much enjoy it. It is truly a beautiful song.’’ ’’I don’t know if-’’ Steve wasn’t sure about it. Could they really? ’’My dears, for once the dance floor is empty for you.’’ She told them, ’’It’s all yours.’’ Steve was sure that his heart was going to jump out of his chest. Maybe it was truly their time. He stood up, still holding onto Bucky’s hand as he led him to the empty dance floor. Bucky didn’t seem scared anymore but he was unsure, just like Steve had been only a moment ago. But it was their time, there was nothing to be unsure of. Steve could hear the singer say something to the band before the music slowly started. He was shaking. Bucky was breathing heavy as if he couldn’t believe this was real. Hell, Steve couldn’t believe this was truly real. He carefully wrapped his free hand around Bucky’s waist and pulled him as close as he possibly could. The woman was still smiling at them. She understood. As Bucky wrapped his arms around him as well, he let out a small gasp. His breathing was shaky but Steve didn’t mention it. It was overwhelming, they were finally getting to do what they had always wanted to do. Steve was taller than Bucky now, he could rest his face against his and just enjoy him. ’’I love you more than anything,’’ Steve whispered to him quietly but not ashamed. The woman began to sing. ’How much do I love you? I'll tell you no lie. How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky? How many times in a day do I think of you? How many roses are sprinkled with dew? How far would I travel just to be where you are? How far is the journey from here to a star? And if I ever lost you, how much would I cry? How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?

#stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #mcu #marvel #fanfiction #stucky fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #chapter 1

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bangtan-ballum · 7 years ago

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what i remember from the interactive introverts show in belfast (28.5.2018) SPOILERS

this is all from memory so quotes and the order may not be completely accurate but close enough.. *pretty detailed spoilers*

- before the show began and the playlist was on, 'dans siri' kept interrupting saying "this is dans siri he left me to go look at some memes i hope you’re enjoying the playlist" and it telling us there’s no recording allowed and to turn our phones off or "ill beat you up only i cant because i’m just an ipad"

- the playlist had bts mic drop and red velvet peek-a-boo and everyone started singing and dancing to it and i was shook so many were fans of kpop omg i was liVING.

- explaining his tweet "the weirdest thing happened, sorry if you’re here but omg that would be weird, we were sat on a bench and then this little boy wearing a fedora walked by, stopped, looked back and did this *tipped his hat* like was that directed at me?? there was no hello, nothing! and then he waited and did it again?!" he asked phil if he seen him and he said he did. dan said "phew if you didn’t i thought, i’ve just seen god, god just came to me in this form to judge me. and if he did id be going down (to hell). i am not prepared for that"

- talking about the stage and the amazing graphic design and the two big i's at the side of the stage and dan said "look at those long boys" then called them phallic

- a photo of dan inspired by my horse prince with the caption "ride me senpai" and phil said it was from his own personal files so he doesn’t know how that got there..

- phil saying they want to get to know us better but bc theres not enough time for them to take us all out for a coffee and a chat (how cute, and then everyone became soft for them and said aww) so they decided to try to get to know use all at the same time

- the audiences collective name was karen

- "you’re just not there yet. you need to get inside karen" *dan looks at phil in disgust* "phil...join karen, connect with karen" dan later goes onto say "get inside karen" and phil says "see you’re as bad as me"

things dan and phil will not be doing tonight:

- 'erotic role playing': *phil wearing a police helmet and carrying a baton* "officer(maybe captain) phil(maybe philly) here, danny’s been a bad boy" then dan appears holding handcuffs "please be careful with the handcuffs i have sensitive skin"

- the show will also not be a live viewing of dan and phil in their apartment. they then showed videos of them doing things round the house and phil was eating cereal out of the box and dan was on the toilet.

- the show will not be a giant party with all their friends and they put party hats on and then the voice said “no because none of the people replied to their messages bc they have no friends. none.” lmao

- the show will not be them stripping and they ripped their shirts off to reveal they had the same shirt on underneath

- "unleash the bees" then "sting me daddy" by dan ofc

- they tested themselves and had to say the same thing under the topic of "kitchen objects" and they both said whisk and said that they never say the same thing and that was only the second time they’ve done that and they were so happy about it omg

- when doing the simulation part dan was in his fur suit and had to go to the toilets but the men’s was locked and the options we had to choose from was to "ask someone for the passcode" or "use the lady door" (i know) and dan went on to say that this is why we need to diminish the concept of gender and everyone clapped and cheered omg i love him

- during the how many think we know the real dan and phil bit, dan said something about how we know certain thing (that i dont remember) and how we know some of their kinks

- dan being v concerned about how we kept cheering for satan and judged the people of belfast for seeming happy to be making a deal with the devil lol.

- during the sacrifice of dan (what context?) phil came out in a leather apron with gloves and said he is wearing his best serial killer outfit.

- phil getting ready to shoot a spinning dan with an arrow and says "forget katniss everdeen, this is philniss philerdeen"

-phil misses the board and hits dans hip and dan said “if that was 5 inch to the left then we would not have been friends anymore”

- dan trying to get off the wheel and phil asked if he needs to unstrap him and dan said "i’ve had enough of you unstrapping me" idk if he actually said that but i s2g that’s what i heard at the time and how i will remember it LMAO

- dan had to untie phils apron and the audience died and dan was done with all of us.

- phil saying it was distracting watching dan get out of his padded suit and then dan tried to sexily get out of it whilst phil was talking and phil stopped and stared at dan and said "im just gonna let him do it" and so in the end we all just watched as dan struggled to step out of it and then literally also tripped. then a few minutes later he realised he still had one of the shoe protectors on his foot (he called it a shower cap lol) and then took it off and awkwardly walked to the side to set it down then awkwardly walked by and laughed under his breath.

- according to the audience dan has a stress mushroom, apple and a girls motivation locked in the box under his bed. dan was extremely concerned as to why she thinks he has locked an apple in the box. and everyone laughed when the other girl said her motivation and dan said "i too have my motivation locked in a box and i’ve lost the key"

- phil saying the key to dans box was v 50 shades of grey bc of the red ribbon

- at some point they both said a word wrong and both times they did The Thing™ they do when they mock each other when they make a mistake.

- 'phantastic phacts' as a title on screen. phil says "like what we did there?"

- dan saying his phil trash #1

- phil saying “put your nipples away” (when a photo of a topless man appeared on screen) and said it in some type of accent LMAO i died

- dan saying they are super best friends and soulmates -im dead-

- wholesome howell and x-rated lester made an appearance (they swapped roles and were given topics and phil had to make good things sound bad and dan had to make bad things sound good) also when dans photo of him as an angel with a halo and a rainbow behind him, he looked at the audience, smirked and said "its very fitting" i would like the think he meant the gay ass rainbow behind him but y’know.

- dan saying to god "implode me daddy" when he had to make the topic of the world imploding seem appealing. phil laughed under his breath and said “never say implode me daddy again”

- *phil having to make meeting beyonce sound bad and he said bc hes so clumsy that he'd trip and kill her and was really dramatic whilst saying it and dan was stunned and just looked in shock at phil then us and said "are you as traumatised as i am right now"

- dan having to make stepping in a puddle while wearing socks seem good and screamed and said "NO that is literally the worst thing in the world..ok you dont appreciate dry feet until suddenly they’re not. once a day we should all put on a fresh sock and go to the kitchen and step in something moist just to remember-" phil interrupts shouting no and dan continues saying "do you ever feel like you need a drink. well, with a wet sock you can just- *lifts his foot to his mouth and everyone dies on the spot*

- dan and phil struggling to pronounce all the irish names and everyone was screaming how to pronounce it and dan made everyone be quiet and squealed "wAIT. just one person" LMAO and then the one time phil said a name right and everyone cheered for him

- dan would happily become an amazing dancer even if it meant phil would wake up with 2 left hands and 2 left feet because he says it wouldn’t make a difference in phils life bc hes that clumsy now it’d probably be the same with 2 left feet.

- phil would save dan from being bitten by a vampire even though it would mean that buffy the vampire slayer never existed. they talked about how the vampire could bite him and he could live forever as a vampire and phil said he would bring him bloody treats (then dan referenced to before when phil was x-rated lester*) and said "what kind of bloody treats?? omg it would be beyonce he killed beyonce and will feed me her corpse" then said "no what if they just want me dead" and then phil decided to save him.

- dan thinks this phil without the fringe is an impostor and he killed the real phil. he screamed a couple of times throughout the show to ask where the real phils body was and said will get him to confess eventually.

- "are you really just a lizard in a phil suit..because that would explain a lot" phil is a scalie confirmed.

- phil constantly squatting/slut dropping to the buzzer sound effect

- i cant remember the context but phil said something about him having layers and dan stopped and said “layers?? are you shrek? what do you think this is, shrek the musical?”

- phil had to say dans biggest fear and he said moths, and it was wrong so he got an electric shock and dan said "wHAT NO! ok right i have this thing where i hate anything underwater. like imagine you’re in the sea, what are you scared of? sharks? woop no, whales? no. but there’s a boat and beside the boat there’s a buoy and attached to that is sLIMEY CHAIN. EW NO. i’ve got submechanophobia. (i googled it i think that’s what he said idk) so its not moths, phil you know that!!"

in the deep chat bit:

-they talked about phobias. someone submitted saying she had a phobia of balloons and asked if she was weird and asked what they’re scared off. phil said "no you’re not weird. everyone has their fears. whats yours dan" and dan said "as we discussed before, things underwater, slimey things! uHH. but yeah i get that, its the anticipation of when its gonna pop and that’s stressful" and asked phil what his was and said "i’ve always had a thing where i was scared of the deep sea ever since i was a kid. also, not that its really a phobia but, horses. i don’t like them i don’t trust their intentions. like imagine waking up one day to a horse in your bedroom" lol

- they talked about procrastination. talked about how changing your environment, like "doing a very not dan and phil thing" and going for a walk (dan squealed at the thought) could help distract your mind, getting some fresh air and then going back to your work with a different mindset. then talked about how phil has the need to reward himself when he does something and said that he always says to himself that if he finishes a certain task that he will reward himself with a marshmallow. and then said that if you reward yourself with something that it could motivate you to finishing whatever you’re putting off. dan said phil is using the example of a marshmallow but that he really does this and that he tells dan not to let him have the marshmallows until he finishes whatever he needs to do. dan then said that even if your procrastinating school work or whatever to just write the first word, or try writing a few sentences bc atleast you’ve started it and if you start writing that you could get into the mindset and keep writing until you finish.

- they talked about making a youtube channel. someone submitted that he has started a youtube channel about reptiles and if they had any tips. and dan said "omg stephen. phil is probably already subscribed" lmao. phil praised him for starting a channel about something he is interested in and how its bad to start a channel just for the views and the subscribers. then said that instead of talking about what hes going to do, he should "just do it, show us that lizard" and dan said "yeah dont start off like "hi, so my name is [stephen], nice to meet you. ive always wanted to make videos about reptiles but i never rea-" lmao

- phil saying bitch in his disstrack oh my god

- the song at the end: "hey buddy can you give me some editing tips"

- when dan was playing the piano and phil was singing and said that even though they’ve been friends for so long they’ve never fallen out and then starting listing things they could fall out over eg. phils dying houseplants, how dan never goes outside, phils vision is blurry and dans a furry.

- for the most inaccurate prediction of interactive introverts someone submitted "2 hours of dan and phil twerking to the teletubbies theme tune" and then dan proceeded to twerk whilst singing it and saying the teletubbies names..

- d: "its basically two oscars tied together" p: "oh and they’re naked, look at those butts" d: "wow statues of two naked men tied together may not be the best thing to have when its meant to represent us"

there were some really soft things they said at the start and the end, and how we were there bc were happy(?) (i dont remember the exact context or quote but it was something like that, all i mind is that it was v sweet) and idk i just love them omg it was the best night!!

#ii spoilers #interactive introverts #ii belfast #dan #phil #phan #dan and phil

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just-jordie-things · 7 years ago

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Lovely - Bill Denbrough

word count: 9703 warnings: georgie’s death, pent up dark emotions, swearing

[prologue]

She was a normal child, y/n. About as normal as you could get in Derry and still be unique enough to have people notice her. Actually, she was so much more than normal, but she kept the facade of being average up in fear of being anything… weird. Her parents always told her to never stick out, to never attract attention to herself, that she was weird. And a part of her listened.

The other part of her longed to dance in the rain, to sing in the shower, to leap of cliffs with her boys into the lake. She was artistic, she was sweet, and while she had a softness to her, there were sharp edges that just dared others to rub her the wrong way.

She was an honored member of the Losers club, having been a part of it since it was founded back in the third grade. y/n had met Bill that year, and the two instantly had clicked. It was like they’d been destined to be best friends.

She was sitting at her desk while all the other girls were playing with the dolls at the dollhouse during indoor recess. Bill was sure he’d spent the last ten minutes staring at her instead of working on the race car track with Richie and Eddie.

“Stare any longer and your eyes’ll fall outta your head” Richie said, adjusting his glasses before socking his friend in the arm. Bill winced, but his gaze on the girl only faltered for a brief moment, before he was staring back at her again.

“Sh-she’s really pretty” He commented, and Eddie scoffed in disgust.

“Pretty leads to sex. That’s what mom says. Sex leads to disease” He said, and while Bill had no idea what the hell that meant, he didn’t really care.

“You’re a disease” Richie uttered, causing Eddie to retaliate and soon they were hitting each other with wooden blocks. In the meantime, Bill stood up and wandered over to the girl’s desk, a nervous tremble in his hands as he stood over the table. She looked up at him, surprised to see someone around her at all. Usually she kept to herself, she didn’t expect to have friends to play with during free time.

All Bill could do was stare, but this time it was at her bare arm, the sleeve of her sweater having been rolled up to her elbow. Over it, were various bands of crayola marker inked onto her skin, all up her forearm

“W-woah” He stammered out, and the girl smiled brightly at him. He hadn’t figured to find her coloring all over herself.

“I like the colors” She told him. Holding up her arm with pride.

“Y-yeah colors ar-are fun” Bill responded, and she smiled again before going back to work. After a few moments, she realized that he was still standing there.

“I’m y/n” She spoke, her voice timid at the simple introduction.

“I-I’m B-Bill” He replied, a bright and happy expression taking over his features. y/n stuck her hand out to the boy, and her soon to be best friend, and he shook it enthusiastically. Thus beginning their friendship.

After a few weeks of getting to know each other, eating lunch together, partnering up in class together, hanging out at recess, he finally asked. He asked her to meet the rest of the Losers gang.

seven years later

y/n smiled to herself as she pulled down the hood of her blue raincoat, a long and awkward thing for her to wear as it fell all the way to her knees. She had been walking quickly to avoid the rain, but lost care and took her leisurely time, enjoying the rainfall. Bill was home sick, and she knew Georgie would need someone to play with. She splashed her shoes in the water, not caring that they were getting soaked through and that her socks were practically ruined.

Her arrival was ten minutes later than originally planned but the entrance was just as exciting as always. She didn’t knock anymore, just walked inside and announced she was there.

“Good afternoon Denbrough residence!” She called, and not halfway through her exclamation little feet were pounding against the floor in a dead sprint.

“y/n y/n!” Georgie’s voice that always seemed to hold a child like wonder to it echoed throughout the foyer as y/n pulled off her wet shoes and socks, before he came barrelling into her arms.

“Georgie!” y/n giggled joyfully as she picked him up with ease, swinging him back and forth as she hugged him tightly.

“Okay okay! I’m six not three” He said whilst laughing as he was set back down. “Bill’s sick” He told her, and she pulled a face.

“Can I see him still?”

“Yeah! We’re gonna make a boat to play with in the steams from the rain!” y/n smiled at his excitement as he yanked her towards Bill’s room. The young boy knocked a few times but didn’t wait for an answer from his brother before walking into the room.

“Georgie-” y/n was about to scold him for his impoliteness when she heard Bill speak up.

“y/n?” He called in a croaky voice after hearing her familiar tone carry through the room.

“She came over to play!” Georgie called, climbing up onto Bill’s bed. His older brother laughed awkwardly, pulling on the blankets as Georgie indirectly messed them all up.

“Here, Georgie why don’t you go find some wax for your boat” y/n spoke up, helping him off the bed as she saw Bill’s discomfort.

“But it’s.. It’s in the cellar” He said, looking up at y/n with big doe eyes of fear. She knelt over, smiling at him and booping his nose with the pad of her forefinger.

“You’re Georgie Denbrough and you’re scared of an old shitty cellar?” Normally Bill would’ve chastised her for cursing around the six year old but he was too tired and nauseated to care.

“But it’s… dark” Georgie mumbled, but y/n just winked, standing up and going over to Bill’s desk before grabbing his walkie talkies, turning them both on and handing one to the boy. She held the other close to her lips and pressed the button before speaking.

“y/n to Georgie, y/n to Georgie, come in Georgie” The boy grinned and laughed as her voice came muffled through his receiver, and turned to leave the room.

“Thanks n/n!” He called as he ran away. The girl chuckled, watching him until he turned the corner, before twirling back around to face Bill.

“How’re you feeling Billy?” She asked in her softest tone as she unzipped her long coat, having to bend over just slightly to completely open it. The boy shrugged as she set the blue material over his desk chair, revealing her jeans and plain red tee shirt.

“N-not puking a-anymore” He said, and she smiled as she sat on the edge of his bed, her hand holding her up on the mattress.

“Well that’s good” She said with her kind smile that he was certain could cure him. “Missed you in school today. Had to hear about how this shirt makes my boobs look good from Richie” y/n rolled her eyes and Bill nearly did too, a small groan coming from his throat as well.

“I m-missed you t-t-today t-to” He stammered out, swallowing the lump in his throat that only worsened his stutter.

“You should go to sleep” y/n sighed, leaning off the bed and standing up again. “The more rest, the faster you’ll heal- oh, speaking of which” He watched as she went over to her coat and dug into the pocket. “Eddie told me to give you these” She revealed a bag full of a multitude of pills, all varying in shape and color and size, and making Bill’s eyes widen.

“W-what are a-all those?” He asked, and she laughed as she set the bag onto his bedside table.

“No fucking clue” She responded with a chuckle, looking from the medications to him, her features softening as her eyes lingered for a few lasting moments.

y/n jumped and nearly yelped when the radio static of the walkie talkie crackled, and she rushed over to it to hear whatever it was Georgie had to say.

“y/n I got it! I’m coming up!” y/n laughed as she could hear him rushing as quickly as his little legs could take him back to Bill’s room.

“Alright kiddo great!” She responded and was at the door just as the boy came galloping towards the room, out of breath and panting as he handed her the wax. She was certain he went so fast because of how afraid he was, but didn’t mention it aloud. “Thanks for being so quick your brother was boring me to death” She joked.

“Hey!” Bill argued, but burst into a coughing fit. y/n gave him a sympathetic look before Georgie started tugging on her wrist to help him with the boat.

“Okay okay, I’ll help” She chuckled and he stood and watched as she expertly folded the boat the way Bill had shown her so many times before. Georgie watched in total adoration as she took a pen and wrote in a neat font S.S Georgie. “There ya go” She said softly, handing him the paper folded boat.

“Thank you so much!” Georgie threw his arms around her neck in a quick and tight hug, she didn’t even have the time to hug him back before he released. “I gotta go play with it!” He yelled before he was running off again. “Love you guys!” He added, and soon they heard the front door slam shut. y/n’s heart swelled, and she spun to exchange a look of pure happiness with Bill.

“Did you hear that?” She murmured, her hands covering over her heart as her smile made it’s way to her eyes. Bill chuckled, his own smiled pulling his lips upward.

“Come on, Georgie’s s-so in love with you, y-you might as w-well take him huh-home with y-you” y/n smiled at him and went over to put her coat on.

“Well I love him too” She gushed and leaned over him as she pulled her sleeves over his arms. “I’m gonna go make sure he doesn’t wander off too far” She told him, and pressed her lips against his forehead in a quick peck of a kiss. “I’ll be back in a bit” She told him and he merely nodded as she headed out of the room.

All he could do was sit and stare, even as she’d left he was just left with his mouth hanging open. Sure, he’d hugged her and they cared about each other deeply, he’d even shared a bed with her a few times during sleepovers, but lips had never touched skin before. And it was a feeling he never wanted to forget. Yeah, he was pretty embarrassed that he was sixteen and had never been kissed before, but it just felt like… there could be something. Bill was just too anxious of a person to make a move.

“Georgie!?” y/n had run out of the house, her shoes untied and coat still being zipped up as she made her way through the rain. “Jesus how far did this kid go?” She muttered to herself, growing out of breath from all the running. “Georgie?” y/n called again.

“Down here!” She squinted to peer down the street, seeing him hunched over in his little yellow raincoat at the side of the road.

“Georgie what’re you-!?”

“Come meet Pennywise!” The girl’s brows furrowed as she paused for a moment, then began to quicken her pace to the point of running. Complete and utter fear consuming her as she struggled to get there fast enough.

“Georgie don’t! Come here!” She yelled through ragged breath.

“No y/n it’s okay! He’s a friend-“

It was like her entire world stopped, as Georgie’s happy voice was cut short by a loud shriek as he was suddenly tugged towards the sewer, and all that she could see was the red surrounding the waters.

“George..” Her voice was quiet and weak as her feet moved without her realizing it, bringing her closer to the agonizing screaming of the boy, repeating his name, louder and louder. Until she was desperate and flying towards him. She could see clearly now he was missing the most of his right arm as he dragged himself as far from the sewer as he could manage.

“Billy! y/n!” Georgie screeched, reaching towards her as her own arms flung to him, her hands grasping around his one. “y/n! It hurts!” He screamed and cried.

“I’m right here, it’s okay, you’re gonna be-” Suddenly her comforting but panicked words were cut short by his body being pulled backwards. y/n eyes widened as she frantically yanked on him, trying to gather all of her strength to pull him away from whatever was slowly but surely bringing him back towards the sewer.

“y/n! He’s got me! He’s got me!” Georgie shrieked, both of their faces now covered and soaked with tears and the dumping rain.

“I’m here! Just hold on George- hold on!” Her voice nearly failed her as now his legs were inside of the drain. “Hold on!” She cried frantically, holding as tightly as she could to his left arm, the sleeve of his rain coat clenched in her fingers and surely leaving bruises on the skin beneath it from how hard she’d been trying to hold onto him.

“y/n!”

One final cry, before the boy was ripped from her hands, pried right out like a piece of meat, and vanished under the ground into the sewer right before her.

“G-Georgie” y/n mumbled out looking down at her hands to see the plastic feeling yellow coat, with a ripped and bloody right sleeve. Slowly, she sunk to the ground, her eyes wide and her body beginning to tremble at the realization of what had just happened. Soon she was in a violent spasming of uncontrollable shaking, but not a sound came from her besides the chattering of her teeth in the freezing downpour.

Georgie Denbrough was dead.

y/n spent weeks in near silence. Only speaking when it was absolutely necessary. Which was mostly just to Bill.

They spent a lot of their mourning together, often just sitting with each other in silence. Their grief period seemed to be lasting a lot longer than the Denbrough parents, confusing pretty much all of the Losers club. How could they move on so quickly from their youngest son’s… disappearance?

Death was a dirty, dirty word.

y/n never cried, as far as Bill knew. She never did shed a tear in front of him. He on the other hand, had broken down a few times and tried not to let her see out of shame but she always wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. Or crawled into his lap when they were sitting and wrapping her arms and legs around him, trying to convey as much as she could that she was there for him, always.

After months of scheming together and traveling far into town to track all the places that the sewer empties out, nothing came up. Bill was certain that his brother was out there, and was alive, and because of this certainty y/n was on board with every plan he came up with, but as more time passed, everyone seemed to have the same thought.

They weren’t going to find him.

Present Day (six months later)

It was a good night, a fun night. Everyone was gathered in Bev’s living room, drinking Colas and laughing as Richie and Eddie got into one of their stupid spats. But it was light hearted and everyone was happy, because nowadays this feeling only came around on rare occasions.

Beverly had told the gang that her father was out on ‘business’ and wouldn’t be returning until the night after tomorrow, so everyone came over with their sleeping bags and snacks and planned to all spend the night.

“I’m just saying! You know how much we sweat in our sleep? It’s disgusting to sleep in a bag!” Eddie shrieked, causing y/n to nearly choke on her cola with a laugh. Bill looked over at her, chuckling himself as he rubbed her back as she tried to stop her coughing.

“You do know you were in your mom for nine months, right?” Richie asked, and Eddie outwardly gagged, his body hunching over as he retched.

“Don’t puke on my carpet I am not cleaning that up” Beverly stated, and Richie continued to egg on Eddie. Eventually y/n began to cringe herself, not wanting to hear about Mrs K giving birth to Eddie.

“Beep beep Richie” Mike grumbled as the girl stood up, shaking her head in disgust and headed towards the kitchen.

“Great, you made y/n sick too” Eddie said, smacking Richie’s arm with the back of his hand. Bill looked from them up to y/n as she walked around the corner into the kitchen.

“I-I-I-I’ll be ri-ri-right back” Bill said, standing up and flattening down the front of his pants.

“I-I’m g-g-g-gonna go ch-check on my g-g-g-girlfriend” Richie mimicked, earning another slap from Eddie. Bill ignored the comment and followed after y/n.

She was standing at the counter, her elbows resting on it and her head in her hands. Bill frowned, walking over and standing across the counter from her.

“y-y/n?” She jumped slightly, looking up to see Bill. “A-a-are you c-crying?” She shook her head, and his brows furrowed. “W-what ha-happened you-you ran o-off?”

“I just came in here to get a glass of water” She responded in a quiet voice, and he looked at her blankly, knowing it was bullshit.

“The-then where is i-it?” He asked her. She didn’t say anything, just wandered over to the cupboard to get a cup. Bill keeps his eyes on her as she fills it at the sink, and takes a tentative sip from the glass.

“You shouldn’t say that word” She finally spoke, a mere murmur in the room. Bill sighed, knowing she’d meant ‘It’.

“It’s j-j-just a w-w-word, w-words c-can’t hurt y-y-you” She wanted to believe him, as she stared at him with doe eyes that seemed to hide every feeling inside of her, she wanted to believe him, especially since it is him. But she couldn’t.

Words are what hurt the most.

“y-y/n?” She blinked, as though zoning out of something. Something that had made her freeze up completely, not taking account of the fact that he’d walked around the counter, his hand resting on her arm.

“S-sorry” She stammered, which he’d caught immediately seeing that she almost never tripped over her words. “Sorry” She repeated, clearly this time. Bill frowned, and she knew that he’d seen through her, as he often seemed to do. He didn’t say anything, just tugged on the arm his hand was still laying on and pulled her into a soft hug. A much needed one too.

Neither of them spoke, not a single word. y/n’s arms slipped around his flannel covered torso and she tucked her head underneath his chin. She’d never really taken into account before that he was almost significantly taller than her. But she appreciated it. He was warm, and she just wanted to melt against him and not let go.

She let her eyes fall shut.

Bill didn’t even think she’d hug him back, in fact he had thought she’d push him away, tell him she was fine and leave the room like she had been doing recently. It was a blatant lie, and a stupid one at that, no one was fine. Not with Pennywise, and not since Georgie. His hands rubbed up and down her back after a moment, and he was rewarded with her small nuzzle against him.

“I-it’s g-g-gonna b-be f-fine” Bill tried to sound reassuring, but they both knew that there was still a lot to be done before everything would be okay again.

“I believe you” She whispered, her arms releasing him only to encircle behind his neck, her head as unmoving as the rest of her body. Bill almost could’ve confessed right there, with her holding onto him in a way that made him feel like playing music and dancing her around. In fact, maybe if his friends (Richie) weren’t there to make comments, he might’ve suggested it.

“C-come on” Bill held back on letting out a long breath as he pulled away from y/n, his hands clasping around her wrists gently and removing them from around his neck. She pulled away, by just a little bit as he set her hands at her sides, his own setting on her shoulders for a moment out of comfort. “L-let’s get b-b-back before they s-st-start to get t-t-too weird w-w-without us” She nodded, allowing a small smile to tug on her lips. He smiled back, and leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead. y/n’s smile grew in that moment, almost painfully and she had to refrain from flinging herself onto him again.

It was a short little kiss but her heart had never beat so fast. Even as they walked back out of the kitchen with his hand on her back, guiding her carefully back to the group.

The rest of the night went more smoothly, watching films with everyone in their sleeping bags. Except for Eddie, who’d brought his entire, freshly washed, bed sheets to lay out on the couch. Richie was passed out and snoring at the end of the row of sleeping bags, Mike next to him with his face down in his pillow to drown out the noise. Ben had fallen asleep rather easily after having a sugar rush earlier. Beverly ended up going to her room, unable to handle Richie’s obnoxious snores. Bill was by Ben, but a little further spaced apart. Opting to lay closer to where y/n was. She always distanced herself a little bit, sort of out of respect, but mostly because that was her way to ignore Richie.

She was wide awake, laying in her back with a blanket over top of it, bundling her in an extra layer of warmth. Her head was buried against her feathery pillow, and she was dragging her finger through the carpet and making invisible designs as Bill laid and watched. As creeped out he felt by staring at her as he laid there, he had know idea how comforted she felt, how relaxed her body had become as she lay there tracing names and pictures in the worn down carpeting.

“I’m sorry if I’ve kept you up late” She whispered out, as not to wake the others that lay maybe three feet away from them.

“Y-you haven’t” He told her sincerely. I probably wouldn’t be asleep if she wasn’t here anyways. “I-I spend most my time s-st-staring at-at the ce-ceiling before s-sleeping so” Bill shrugged, and she gave him a timid smile in thanks. y/n was so, so fucking grateful for him and she didn’t even know how to say it.

So instead she just reached her previously drawing hand out and wrapped it around his, her eyes meeting his for the briefest of moments before her cheeks grew pink and she flickered her gaze down towards the ground instead. Pretending to inspect the faint lines where her finger had drug through the floor.

“y/n” He spoke her name without a stutter, and he had a moment of pride for that. The tired girl looked back up to him, anxiety flooding over her completely as she was hyper aware of their closeness. Of his thumb just barely caressing over the back of her hand, of the way his eyes flickered between hers, that if she rolled over right now, even just to lie on her stomach, she’d be lying right next to him, their bodies pressed together at their sides.

“Yeah?” She finally spoke up after a silence that seemed to last ages had fallen over them.

“J-just try a-and sleep o-o-okay?” Her lips quirked upwards at the care in his words almost instantly. Bill just had that effect on her.

“That’s kind of hard to do these days” She whispered, her line of sight falling on their still connected hands.

“I-I know” He said, catching the way she seemed fascinated by their hands. “Y-you know w-what helps m-m-me s-sleep?” She looked back at him awaiting an answer. “T-trying t-to not s-stutter” y/n smiled awkwardly.

“But I don’t have a stutter”

“N-no but y-you could h-help if you w-want” He offered. She thought for a moment then nodded in agreement.

“Okay” She agreed. “What do you want me to do?”

She’d heard him practice before, usually he was quiet and would whisper phrases to himself and try his best not to stammer over syllables. She would listen and stay silent so that he could do it in peace. There were particular days where he would grow frustrated with himself and give up on it after a string of curses. She’d wanted to help, she just never knew how.

“Um..” Bill thought for a moment, unsure of how she could help. In fact, y/n’s presence had a tendency to make his stuttering worse. “How a-about you th-think of something a-and I’ll repeat w-whatever you s-s-say” He suggested, and y/n grinned almost maniacally.

“A chance to make Bill Denbrough say stupid shit and look like a fool? I’m in” She rubbed her hands together but instantly regretted the action, not having wanted to let go of his hand. But he’d already moved it away, using it to prop his head up with his elbow on the floor.

“A-alright” He said nervously, his free hand tapping his fingers on the material of his sleeping bag. y/n pushed herself to sit up, on top of her own sleeping bag, but keeping her extra blanket draped around her shoulders to preserve her warmth.

“Okay, here we go” She started, trying to come up with something for him to repeat back to her.

“Okay here w-we go” Bill replied, making her laugh and roll her eyes.

“y/n is my favorite loser” She decided, a small smirk on her mouth from her wittiness. Now Bill was the one to roll his eyes, even though the statement was the truth.

“y/n is my fuh-favorite loser” He got most of the sentence out, but cringed on his slip.

Maybe this was a bad idea, this was humiliating and only further proved why their group were called Losers. But y/n just smiled warmly at him.

“That was great! Just one slip” She complimented. “Wanna do another one?” He nodded in response as she thought about something else to say.

“Try t-to think of s-something hard” Bill said, and she nodded, sucking in her lips and squinting her eyes while thinking.

“Like a tongue twister?” He shrugged.

“Sure if you w-wanna make me l-look stupid” He responded, and y/n chuckled quietly.

“You couldn’t look stupid Bill” She told him sincerely.

They spent the next hour or so coming up with different things for him to say, random things, funny things, made up tongue twisters that sometimes y/n couldn’t even get out properly. It was growing late, and the room was almost pitch black. The only sounds being Richie’s continued snoring and their quiet whispers as they laid across from each other. Both tucked into their sleeping bags again.

Their eyes would begin to droop shut as they spoke, sleepiness washing over them and suddenly their makeshift beds were so inviting. And warm. Their voices grew even quieter, below whispers and then silent for a few minutes. A while passed before Bill realized that she had almost fallen completely asleep.

“Goodnight y/n” He said without a single slip, and settled into his own bag and closing his eyes to go to sleep.

Her own eyes fluttered open, a tired but soft smile on her lips as she whispered back.

“Goodnight Bill” And like that she was out like a lightswitch.

“Do you think we should wake them up?” Mike pondered aloud as he looked down at Bill and y/n, fast asleep on the floor, with the late morning light poured over them from the open window. The whole crew was circled around, watching them sleep there, and wondering what to do. The plan was to go to the quarry for some swimming and cliff diving, but these two wouldn’t wake up.

“No, maybe let them sleep a little longer” Beverly said. “In the meantime I can make breakfast” She suggested, hoping the boys would leave the two alone.

“It’s disgusting, they’re so close. They’re gonna get-”

“Eddie” Mike kicked the hypochondriac in the shin slightly. “If you say AIDS, I will scream”

“That’s not even how it fucking works dumbass” RIchie’s voice raised, and everyone gave him a wide eyed look, gesturing between him and the sleeping pair still on the floor. “Oh fuck off” He muttered and walked off towards the kitchen. “Their cuddling is not going to stop me from eating a fucking meal” He called. The others watched Bill and y/n intently, making sure they wouldn’t wake. But they didn’t even stir.

“It’s kind of nice” Ben admired them. y/n had reached to him in her sleep, her one hand wrapped in his and the other hooked under her head as she’d moved off of her pillow and laid on the actual floor to be closer. “Do you think they went to sleep like that or do you think it happened overnight?”

“Definitely happened overnight” Eddie snickered. “Billy boy would never have the balls to cuddle her while they’re both conscious”

“Maybe he would” Beverly shrugged, her lips pursed as she thought. “I mean, he stares at her all the time what’s he got to lose?” Eddie snorted louder now, but instantly clapped a hand over his mouth.

y/n stirred on the ground, her brows tugging together for a moment as she moved awkwardly. Only to lay closer to Bill.

A small squeak made it’s way through Eddie’s hand as Bill’s hand squeezed hers for a moment, neither of them fully conscious or aware of their own actions.

“Oh my God” Eddie’s hand lowered.

“Holy shit” Mike muttered.

“They’re so in love” Ben swooned. The other two boys gave him a bored and grossed out look. But Beverly smiled.

“Come on, let’s just leave them be” She said, and they followed her into the kitchen where Richie was already helping himself.

Bill awoke not too long later, y/n still fast asleep and snoring ever so quietly in front of him. He was surprised to find her lying so close, but even more so to find her hand was held in his. It took everything he had to stay totally silent as he loosened his hold on her fingers, hoping not to wake her as he got up. Luckily she stayed asleep even as he adjusted her to be laying back on her own pillow. She snuggled right into it as he smiled before heading to the sound of his friend’s voices.

“Hey lover boy!” Richie exclaimed, and Bill’s face flushed pink, realizing they must’ve seen them sleeping.

“W-we were j-just sleeping” He defended immediately

“Yeah whatever” Richie rolled his eyes. “Of course you were” Bill looked back at him confusedly, not understanding what his friend was talking about.

“It was so sweet, you should ask her out” Ben said, and Bill nearly jumped at the thought, his eyes wide and his flushed face burning now.

“W-what wh-why-why would I-I-I do-”

“Stop butchering it kid it’s clear that you like-” “Like what?” Bill spun around and almost toppled to the ground when he heard her voice. There she was, shuffled into the kitchen with her blanket around her and her fist rubbing her eye like a tired child.

“Likes my pancakes better than Mike’s” Beverly spoke up, covering for the boy. Bill made a mental note to thank her later. y/n nodded and smiled.

“Yeah me too” She whispered, and Mike looked between the two with fake hurt in his expression.

“I feel attacked” He mumbled to himself. Bill chuckled and awkwardly walked over to the cupboard for a plate to make his breakfast.

“It’s okay Mike, I still like your pancakes” Ben spoke up, trying to fill the silence.

“Are we still going to the quarry today or are we all just gonna awkwardly stand in the kitchen like a bunch of fucking kids?” Richie spoke, his mouth full of pancakes as he stood, opting not to sit at the table.

“That depends” y/n said groggily, keeping her blanket around her shoulders like a robe as she trudged for a bowl of cereal. “Are you gonna stop being such an asshole trashmouth?” He sneered playfully and she stuck her tongue out at him before laughing. “Why were you all up so early anyways? You should’ve woken me up we could’ve left by now” She said, putting milk in her bowl of Life, and stirring her cereal together

“Oh, you just seemed so comfortable” Eddie said in a mocking tone that made y/n’s brows furrow in confusion.

“What?” She questioned.

“Yeah, didn’t wanna ruin a moment” Richie added, earning a slap in the shoulder from Beverly. y/n looked at the others for an answer, Mike, Stan, Ben, Bill… but none came. So she just ignored it as the boys being stupid and ate her breakfast. They often did random shit like this.

After eating and changing out of her too big sweatpants and tee shirt pajamas, exchanging them for shorts and a plain blue tee shirt, y/n was outside in the driveway with the rest of the Losers. Each of them holding up a bike, but she didn’t have one, so she sat in Bev’s oversized basket on the front of her bike to ride in.

She liked riding around town this way, it always provided a nice breeze and she liked holding her arms up in the air while riding. It was a small moment of feeling pure freedom.

“You ready?” Beverly’s voice drew y/n from her thoughts and she nodded with a small smile as she climbed into the basket as her friend kept the bike steady. “Good?” She checked, and y/n nodded.

“I’m ready” She said with a big smile.

“Ready for anything eh?” Richie snarked, earning a sharp glare from both girls, but y/n especially.

“Not anything you’re offering” She said with a fake disgusted eye scan over the boy with the glasses too big for his face. Bill snickered, and y/n instantly looked over to him as he laughed while getting on his bike. She found herself smiling as she watched him, her eyes unable to pull away or even glance anywhere else.

“y/n? Earth to y/n?” Stan was snapping in her face and she jolted a little as he got in his own bike, leaving her and Bev.

“You are the most heart eyed girl I’ve ever seen” She spoke, and y/n turned to look at her with wide and almost petrified eyes. “Oh please, it took these losers a while to see it, but come on n/n, it’s me” Beverly chuckled. “Of course I know”

“Kn-know what?” y/n stammered and Beverly smirked, pedaling off.

“Don’t even mess with me y/n l/n” Beverly laughed, and y/.n avoided looking at her by letting her gaze land on all the surrounding boys. “y/n” Beverly singsonged her friend’s name to gain her attention again. “I know you like him, why’re you trying to hide it?”

“Because” y/n mumbled quiet so no one else could hear them. “After everything that’s happened? That’s still happening? It’d be… it’s just not right Bev” y/n sunk into the basket. Her legs were hooked over the front of it, and she lowered her arms from the air to wrap around her knees.

“You make no sense. Now is the prime time!” Beverly exclaimed. “There’s no time better than the present!”

“Would you lower your voice?” y/n muttered, but she just laughed happily.

“Think of it this way, Derry’s gone to shit these last couple… well years but lately it’s just gotten worse”

“Where are you going with this?” y/n questioned.

“What if something happens? To either of you? And you never fessed up?” y/n thought about that for a moment in silence. While the thought was dark, she wasn’t exactly wrong. y/n huffed, rubbing her eyes with her fists.

She’d barely even spoken to him since last night, and now all she could think about was telling him how much he really meant to her.

“So? You gonna tell Bill you’re into him-”

“Shhh” y/n hissed. “Don’t talk so loud I-... I’m still thinking” Beverly shrugged, hoping her friend would come to the conclusion to confess.

Because to be completely honest, Beverly saw both sides of this situation. She glanced over as she pedaled and y/n stared up at the sky. Sure enough, Bill wasn’t even looking at the road as he rode his bike. Bev thought for a short moment how hysterical it would be if he were to crash because he was too distracted by y/n.

Lovestruck fools, Beverly thought to herself, but smiled as she shook her head.

“Quarry!” y/n leaped out of the basket before Bev even completely stopped, but didn’t care as she took off running towards the cliff side that the gang spent so much time at.

“C-careful!” Bill called but the warning fell short as the girl tossed her backpack towards the rocks so she could lean over the edge.

“What? Thought your girlfriend was gonna go jump off a cliff?” Eddie teased and Bill scowled, thanking God that y/n could hear.

“Sc-screw off” The boy responded, and followed after y/n.

“Oh right, she’s gotta strip first” Richie said.

“Beep beep Richie” They said in a close unison.

y/n spun around, her eyes darting between Beverly and Bill’s, her bright smile contagious to the both of them.

“Look at the water! It’s so clear!” She said excitedly, and walked over to her bag as she pulled her shirt over her head and set it with her bag, her shorts following. ‘

Once they were all down to their undergarments they stood at the edge. The first jump was always the most terrifying.

“They’re still a bunch of wussies” Beverly mumbled into y/n’s ear, and she giggled as quietly as she could.

“Oh yeah!?” Richie’s voice rose as he took offense, and before anyone could retort he leapt off the edge, free falling into the water. Everyone awaited his resurface in silence, but soon he came right back up from the water, yelling up at them. “Fuck you!”

“I-I think y-you hurt his f-feelings by l-laughing at h-him” Bill said to y/n, who was standing next to him, and she shrugged.

“He’ll get over it” She said, a wicked smile on her face as she looked down at Richie, who was currently giving them all the finger.

“Pussies!” He yelled, and y/n just rolled her eyes.

“Later losers” She winked at Bill before leaping off of the cliff and doing a forward flip before meeting the water. It was cold, but felt good as she came up for air, smoothing her hair back. Beverly followed, then Bill, Stan, Mike, Ben, Eddie always being the last. Standing up at the top and staring down at the drop.

“I don’t know guys” He called. “Maybe not today”

y/n cupped her hands around her mouth to yell up at him.

“It’s nice! You can do it!” She tried to sound positive, seeing that Richie was yelling about how Eddie should just jump to his death already.

After a few more minutes of yelling up at him, Eddie finally jumped, screaming the whole way down, his splash silencing him.

“Knew you could do it!” y/n said, swimming over to him as he resurfaced. Eddie grinned and high fived her.

“That was lame” He muttered to himself after, and swam back to the group.

y/n swam over to Bill, who’d just been floating on his own, but smiled as she came over to him.

“You okay?” She asked softly. “You’ve been quiet” Bill nodded.

“Y-yeah I’m g-good” He said, and she smiled back at him. “I’m just t-tired still”

“Me too, you kept me up late”

“I-I kept y-you up l-late? Y-you fell a-asleep on m-me w-we were in the m-middle of c-conversation” y/n laughed nervously, her cheek flushing pink of embarrassment.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to” She mumbled, looking down beneath the surface of the water as her feet kicked lightly to keep her afloat. She let herself submerge, liking the feeling of the cool water surrounding her. Her hair floating above her and she felt at peace.

She opened her eyes, only to be met with blackness. The water no longer a clear blue around her, just a pitch, dark, nothing. Her eyes widened, and she would’ve screamed if she didn’t fear drowning.

“y/nnn” An eerie voice seemed to sing into her ear. “y/n….” She darted around, frantically looking for the owner of th voice that made her stomach turn.

“Hello?” She croaked, surprised she could speak.

She wasn’t in water, she was simply floating in an empty abyss.

“Hello!?” She yelled louder, desperate to find whoever was speaking to her, to know she wasn’t going insane.

“Fuck y/n shut up” She turned nervously to the owner of the voice, recognizing it. Even though it didn’t contain it’s usual stutter.

“Bill?” Her voice trembled.

“Jesus Christ” She could see him clearly now, right in front of her. His eyes were filled with hate and she was frightened by his rigid stance. “There’s a reason we’re called the Losers, and it’s your fault. Everything’s your fault!” His voice rose and she fell back, surprised to have hit a solid ground, seeing she was surrounded by blackness, except for Bill, who was clear in front of her.

“Wh-what do you mean?” Tears begin to slip out of her eyes, down her cheeks. “What are you talking about what’s going- what’s going on?”

“It’s your fault he’s fucking dead!” Her breath caught in her throat, her e/c eyes wide and a pit grew in her stomach. “Georgie’s gone because of you! He’s dead, because you barely even tried to save him!”

“No… no Bill I did everything I could, I did- I did... I swear I tried my hardest to fight for him” She burst into tears after having held it all in for so long. “I tried!” She cried aloud.

“I tried I tried!” Everyone backed away from where y/n was thrashing and screaming on the ground.

She’d gone under the water, and the next thing Bill realized is that she was drowning. In fact, she was taking in water as though it were air. He’d quickly retrieved her, earning kicks as she continued to violently thrash around as though she were being attacked. He yelled at the others and everyone swam to shore, carefully placing y/n in the grass.

“What the fuck is happening?” Richie muttered, growing frantic by the strange scene before him. It made no sense, she had been drowning, but now she was screaming and moving as though she were completely conscious. Even though her eyes were still closed.

“I-I don’t know I-I-”

“It’s not my fault!” y/n’s plea cut off Bill’s stuttering, and his chest ached. SHe was losing her mind and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

“What is she talking about?” Ben asked quietly. “What is she seeing…” He trailed off, looking up at his friends in realization. “It’s It, he’s doing it, she’s seeing something she just doesn’t know it isn’t real” Bill’s eyes widened and he went into a state of panic.

“y/n!” He knelt down on the ground and took her shoulders, shaking her rapidly. “y/n it’s not real! It’s not real!” He was yelling the same phrase over and over, and the rest of the Loser’s gang exchanged a look of shock. In all of his pleading he didn’t stammer once, every word came out in a desperate, and clear yell. “Wake up wake up! Open your eyes damnit!”

“Bill…” Richie mumbled, and y/n’s body stilled. Bill halted his shaking on her, and she remained completely unmoving.

“Oh my god” Eddie stared at the girl’s body in absolute fear. “Oh my god she’s dead! She’s dead she’s-!”

y/n breathed in deeply, in need of a gasp of air to fill her lungs. Her eyes opened, gaze falling on the blue skies before seeing the worried eyes staring back at her. Baby blue irises prodding her silently.

“Bill” She cried, reaching up to him and winding her arms tightly around his neck. Sobs followed her call for him, crying hard. Her entire body shook in his arms, and for a few moments he just held her, looking to the other Losers for some sort of answer on how to respond.

She’d never showed this much emotion, she hadn’t cried in front of him, not a single tear. y/n was always the one to keep it together, and he’d admired her for having so much control over her emotions but now he knew the truth.

He held her tighter, a hand running through her hair while occasionally cupping the back of her head. He understood now. She wasn’t in control, she was completely out of it. She shut down in difficult situations, she lost the ability to detect emotion, but now it had built up into something ugly and she was breaking down because of it.

It had known exactly how to get to her.

“It’s okay” He mumbled, squeezing her for a moment before going back to rubbing her back. “It’s okay” y/n sniffled, her eyes shutting tight as she pushed her face further against his neck, willing the images in her head to go away, but they just wouldn’t.

Surely they would all ask her what it was she saw. They must be curious, or worried enough to wonder what her absolute fear was. And it wasn’t that she was against telling them, she just wasn’t sure how.

“Come on, I’m taking you home” It was then that y/n noticed Bill hadn’t stuttered since she’d woken up. She nodded, releasing her hold on him and shakily pushed herself up to stand. Her eyes darted over the other Losers, all bearing the same terrified look that made her decide to stare down at the ground instead. She didn’t want scared and pitiful looks, she just wanted to go home and be by herself.

“Georgie’s gone because of you!” The phrase repeated over and over inside of her head.

It didn’t stop until an arm wrapped around her shoulders, guiding her up the hill to the cliff side where she’d left all of her things. The simple action calming her ever so slightly. She looked over at him, staring intently while he fought himself not to look back at her. Neither said anything, though there were many things that the both of them were just itching to get out

He handed her her clothes, and they both changed before y/n grabbed her backpack and slid the loops over her arms.

“You good t-to go?” Bill asked, cursing that his stutter had returned. y/n nodded as he picked his bike up, moving to sit as far up on the seat as he could so that there was room for her, even though the petite thing barely took up any of her space. She swung her leg over, her arms wrapping around his torso as she settled in the seat. y/n closed her eyes, her forehead leaning against his back as she tried to recoup her thoughts.

Bill pedaled off, careful to ride on the smooth parts of the road so that y/n wouldn’t be disturbed. She appreciated it silently.

When he pulled into his driveway, she didn’t protest against him to take her to her own house. Just followed him inside.

“I’m sorry I ruined the day” She whispered when he closed the door. The fact that she’d even spoke him took surprise, before the words she’d said registered in his head and suddenly he was shaking his head furiously.

“No, n-no y/n y-you didn’t ruin a-anything” He said sincerely, stepping closer to grab onto her hands. “You didn’t ruin an-anything” He repeated a little clearer. “This isn’t y-your f-fault”

Tears fell from her eyes at his last statement, and Bill instantly wished he could take it back, for whatever reason it was that it had bothered her so deeply. Bill frowned, tugging on her hands to pull her closer slightly.

“Hey” His voice grew quiet as he released her to tentatively (and rather shakily), cup his palms around her cheeks. “Y-you’re safe, you’re s-safe h-here” He assured her, staring into her eyes deeply as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“H-he was r-r-right” She sobbed out brokenly. “Y-you were r-right” Bill’s brows furrowed in confusion to what she meant.

“What h-happened?” He asked gently, not wanting to push her into telling him, but still wanting to know so that he could figure out how to fix it. “I-I can fix it if y-you just tell m-me”

He was answered by a small cry, like she was in pain. And she was.

“You can’t fix it” Her voice came out in a breath. “He’s gone and it’s my fault” y/n stared down at the floor, unable to look him in the eyes as she admitted to him, for the first time, the truth of her feelings. “I couldn’t save him, and now he’s never coming back- it’s my fault!” She broke down completely again, falling to her knees before Bill could catch her.

It dawned on him that she blamed herself for Georgie’s disappearance….

For his death.

“Oh, y/n” Bill knelt down in front of her, lifting her chin and staring sympathetically at her, before gathering her in his arms and pulling her against him. “I- I don’t b-blame you f-for that whatsoever. That cl-clown is j-just trying to g-get in your h-head” The girl sniffled and cried into his chest, unable to get herself to stop the on flow of tears.

“It was you” She whispered. “I saw you” Her hands clutched fistfulls of the front of his shirt. “You were pissed you… you hated me” She ended the sentence in a quiet, barely audible tone. Bill’s face fell as he rubbed his hands over her back soothingly.

“I-I could never h-hate you y/n, you kn-know that” She smiled, hidden against his chest. A soft but pained laugh left her lips that made Bill smile, and pull her back from him. “Y-you wanna stay the night?” He asked, wiping at your tears with the pads of his thumbs. Her watery smile tugged a little further.

“Thanks Bill” She whispered. He nodded, eyes scanning over her features as her crying came to a stop. It was quiet, but not uncomfortable. In fact, y/n felt perfectly safe and comfortable. “I should’ve just talked to you first, before it all turned into… well a shitty mess of fear” He smiled sadly.

“I-I’m just glad y-you’re talking to me n-now” He replied, but she frowned in return. “W-why didn’t you t-tell me earlier? W-we could’ve t-talked about it” y/n shrugged her shoulders limply.

“I dunno. I didn’t want to bother you with it…” Bill sighed aloud and all he wanted was to pull her in again for another tight hug. But his frown just deepened and his fingers softly caressed over her cheeks.

“You c-couldn’t have b-bothered me”

“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry” She mumbled, but his frown lifted to a gentle smile and he shook his head.

“I-it’s okay y/n” He told her. “Even i-if it d-doesn’t feel l-like it, it’s o-okay” She sniffled and smiled back at him, leaning into the touch of his warm and inviting palm on her cheek.

“Thanks Billy” She whispered, and wrapped her arms around him in one last hug, her lips planting on his cheek lightly before setting her chin on his shoulder. Bill was lucky that she couldn’t see his blooming blush across his cheeks.

“O-of course” He said, squeezing her before releasing. She wiped the remaining feeling of wetness on her cheeks, and excused herself to go take a shower.

She would take her time, he realized, and decided to sit at the kitchen table with his sketchbook. Like he usually did to pass time. He often just sketched his friends (cough) he often sketched y/n, her different profiles, in different beautiful settings or even just a plain sketch.

Bill spent a lot of his free time on sketching. And more often than not, he always found himself coming back to sketching her. She was like his muse.

The boy paused is actions upon this thought, setting his pencil down and his face scrunching up. y/n was his muse. She was this object of beauty that inspired him to do what he was most passionate about. He smiled, liking this thought of her, and decided he would tell her this. Hopefully it would lift her spirits.

It must've been twenty minutes until she came back into the room, hair damp, and clad her own pajamas.

(both Bill and y/n kept some spare clothes at each other’s houses, but it was her who took advantage of it more)

“What’re you up to?” She asked him curiously, padding over to the table and sitting down at the seat next to his.

“J-just drawing” Bill said. He wasn’t sure why he moved the book over so she could see he was sketching her. He always had worries that she’d stumble across these drawings and that it would come across as creepy.

But y/n smiled as she said, “Bill, it’s beautiful” Eyes full of sincerity as they glanced up to his. “That’s so sweet. I’ve never been sketched before” She told him, and he smiled at her.

“I-I’m glad y-you don’t thi-think it’s c-creepy” He told her, but she just smiled again and shook her head.

“I think it’s lovely” She told him honestly.

“I think you’re lovely” He responded, too quickly, but without stutter.

Both of their eyes widened as his words registered. A silence hung in the air for a moment, before y/n began to smile slowly.

“I think you’re lovely too” She said bashfully, her hand reaching out to hold onto his, like he had done the night before. “Bill I… you…” She trailed off, trying to find the right words to say. Which was really just the beginnings of a bunch of unfinished words. She shook her head, pinks flushing with heat at her own embarrassment. “I think that…. I think that we… that we could maybe…” Her eyes met his under her long lashes, a bashful sort of look that he wanted to begin drawing instantly. He stared back at her, his own ocean colored irises. It was quiet for a moment, and the intensity she could physically feel in her chest was getting too much to handle.

y/n realized that it was your own heart beating against your ribcage.

She wasn’t sure she could take much more of this silence.

“Bill I think we could be-”

He cut the girl off, holding her face gently in his hands and leaning forward to press his lips against hers. It was messy, seeing as neither of them had ever kissed anyone before. But it was sweet and nice nonetheless. y/n’s eyelashes fluttered shut, brushing lightly against his cheek. Hands gently setting upon his shoulders as they pulled away. Her eyes opened, wide as saucers (Though Richie would’ve said Eddie’s mom) and watching him open his own eyelids more hesitantly.

“-something more” She finished in a whisper, with the beginnings of a smile tugging at the end of her pink lips. Bill’s thumb unconsciously stroked over her cheek as he nodded.

“I think s-s-so too” He murmured back.

“Could we… could we try that again?” She asked him quietly, her gaze falling down to his parted and smiling lips. He only nodded, and she leaned back in to softly slant her lips back against his.

It was like two puzzle pieces that had been lost when the puzzle was first being constructed. It was like the whole picture was put together, it was like the stars had aligned, the flowers had bloomed, the sun had risen. y/n had never felt something so powerful and beautiful.

When they parted, Bill wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, one of his hands raising to pet through her hair. He took a quick liking ti holding her close, guaranteeing her safety in his arms.

“N-next time n/n, just t-tell me wh-when there’s a w-weight on your sh-shoulders” He told you quietly, and the girl rested her head against his shoulder. “Y-you don’t have to c-carry it alone”

“Okay” She whispered, her hold on him tightening.

“D-don’t hide from us, es-especially n-not me, okay?”

“Okay Billy” She responded.

They stayed there for a while holding tightly to each other, she she prayed, she prayed her heart out that she wouldn’t let go this time.

xoxo ~ jordie

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classicpastell · 4 years ago

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ADVICE from someone who lives up North

This is a PSA and general health advice dedicated to those who have been hit the hardest by the sudden drop in temperature in and around the southern hemisphere.

I live in Scandinavia, in northern Europe which means I have had my fair share of awfully cold weather, It’s no fun, and it’s not a joke either. Freezing temperatures can and will be a health hazard if you don’t know how to handle it, and if you live in areas where winters are usually mild, chances are you aren’t educated in how to deal with temperatures below the freezing point.

1. WEAR LAYERED CLOTHING

Layered clothing is some of the best advice out there. Wear undergarments under your usual clothing to keep your body heat. Undergarments meant for cold weather can be on the more expensive side, but if you can afford it, I advice you to buy them. If you can’t, however, there’s no need to panic. Regular long-sleeved shirts and leggins usually do the trick. Just make sure it’s of the right material, such as fleece or cotton. Fleece is inexpensive, comfortable and available in most stores, so look for that.

Now, while undergarments are key to make sure you keep your body heat, make sure you layer every other piece of your outfit as well. Wear jeans, jeggins or anything semi-loose-fitting outside your undergarment. As fpr your torso, make sure you keep every layer long-sleeved. On top of your undergarment, you can wear any type of long sleved sweatshirt and something else loose-fitting. I always recommend loose-fitting on top of any sort of undergarment. That way you’ll feel less restrained in your clothing, and you can always layer once more under it if you feel you have to. KEEP THE OUTER LAYERS SEMI-LOOSE-FITTING.

Shoes. Your toes will start to hurt by the cold first, so wear thick socks, and wear shoes that have thick soles to protect from the cold emitting from the ground. Wear mittens, prefferably knitted ones. And for the love of god WEAR A HAT. That way you’ll keep your body heat from escaping upwards.

2. Keep yourself dry, especially your hands

As a child, I was always told to not go outside with wet hair during the winter. And there’s a reason why. Don’t subject yourself to the cold if you have wet hair, wet hands or anything. It can and will give you frostbite. And it will hurt. Keep every inch of yourself as dry as possible. If you HAVE to go outside whilst having wet or damp hair, cover it with a hat. If you have long hair, tuck it inside your clothes and WEAR A HAT.

3. If your toes start to twinge and hurt, MOVE

It’s almost a given that your toes will start to hurt if you stay in one place for too long, and the cold seeps through your shoes and socks. Walk around, make sure you get a blood flow through your whole body. If your fingers and hands start to hurt fro the cold, find a way to warm them up, but not too warm, as that will damage your nerves if you alternate from freezing cold to boiling hot to many times, to frequently. Stick them in your pockets, drag your sleeves down.

4. And if your power and heating goes out, find ways to make the ROOM warm

Many people are without power, as a result of the extreme cold. That menas your radiator, most likely, isn’t working either. It’s tempting to focus on making yourself warm, but that won’t help unless you find a way to make your surroundings a little more bearable as well.

Do you have cracks in your walls or floor? The cold is entering and heat is escaping, so cover them up with rags or any other medium you might find in your home. DON’T COVER YOUR VENTS! It can backfire and are especially important if a fire were to start. Keep your vents uncovered. Do you have a fireplace that you can safely light up? Good, do that. Do you have unscented block candles safe for indoors? Light them up. They will warm up the room. Even if you only have scented candles, you can go ahead and light some of them. Just make sure the overwhelming scents aren’t making you sick. Unscented is what I recommend.

And of course, make sure you’re well dressed for the weather, even inside. If you feel like itäs not enough, wrap yourself in some blankets, drink something warm if you have the means to make it. But please make sure your environment is warmed up.

Please stay safe!

#psa #2021 #cold weather

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niall-is-my-dream · 7 years ago

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Flirting - Part Two

This IG post got 850,000 likes and 7500 comments. The one with Niall in his navy suit, white shirt, chest hair exposed his arm wrapped around me in my black dress. His hand positioned at the top of my bum. His thumb gently rubbing over the fabric.

"A few texts whilst getting ready meant we aren't dressed the same tonight for @beckyboo92 birthday dinner! @ErinLouPhotography "

You'd all taken a load of pictures with each other and Deo had added a crazy IG story of you all whilst Becky opened her presents.

The comments were pretty much the same as last time. Lots of people swooning over Niall in his suit and you had to agree he looked amazing. You couldn't stop thinking about that kiss. You'd cheekily licked your lips at Niall and he'd winked back at you.

The taxis arrived and you all made your way to Lucinanos a gorgeous Italian restaurant in the centre of the city. Becky had suggested it as it was her favourite.

There were 8 of you for dinner that night and you were seated at a large round table at the far corner of the restaurant. Niall taking a seat next to you his hand instantly stroking your thigh under the table. You showed no reaction to this, you couldn't believe he had done that if front of every one. You knew they couldn't actually see but it had been risky of him and this just turned you on more.

Everyone was looking at the menus when you brought yours up hiding your face as you leaned in to Niall. "Watch it Horan!" You whispered.

"No idea what you mean" he replied as his hand slid higher up your thigh, his fingers caressing it.

"Stop it!" You whispered smiling at him.

"What are you two whispering about?!" Deo said.

"Ha! Nothing private joke." Niall replied finally moving his hand off your thigh.

Nights out with all your friends always followed the same pattern. You'd eat, drink loads and laugh like no one was watching. You were the biggest and loudest table in the restaurant.

Willie got one of the waiters to take a photo of the group and Niall had used this as an excuse to move closer to you, placing his arm around your waist, gently stroking his fingers across the fabric of the black dress he'd chosen for you to wear. Two could play at this game you thought as you placed your hand on his knee giving it a squeeze before you stroked his leg all the way up to his crotch. You continued stroking him over his trousers feeling his arousal. He tilted his head towards yours leaning in to whisper in your ear. "I'd stop that if I were you, unless you want me to take you somewhere private to fuck you right now".

Your breath hitched a bit but you covered the noise by coughing. You removed your hand from him and leaned in to whisper. "Probably best if we wait till later to fuck each other senseless."

You saw him break out into a smile. Everyone around the table hadn't noticed your exchange, all of them too busy having conversations of their own.

Becky by the end of the night was getting pretty drunk, all of you tipsy but she was like a giggling school girl!

"Come on lets get you home" Willie said. He asked for the bill and for a couple of taxis to be called.

You said goodbye to the others as they got into one of the taxis. You, Niall, Willie and Becky in the other. After 15 minutes the taxi pulled up outside Beckys flat and her and Willie got out. She was a drunken mess as she said goodbye. You loved drunk Becky she was hilarious!

The taxi headed off again and Niall wrapped his arm around your shoulders leaning into you. "So can I come back to yours?" He whispered. "I assumed you already were" you whispered back.

His hands were wrapped around you, his chest to your back. He swept your curls off your neck and kissed and nipped at your neck as you tried to get your keys out your bag to unlock your door. His kisses trailed down your back and he reached up to slowly unzip your dress. You managed to focus enough to open your door. He held on to you tightly as you walked in your apartment, he kicked the door shut with his foot. His hands never leaving you.

"Haven't stopped thinking about this black lacy underwear all night." He said as he started to pull your dress down over your shoulders. "That photo was very naughty. I was hard within seconds when I saw it."

"You started it" you said whimpering at his touch. You were so turned on right now you could've fucked him on your hall way floor.

"I know but I never expected such a naughty photo in return." He said as he turned you around his hands helping your dress fall to the floor. "Jesus Christ your body is amazing".

You stepped out of your dress, slipping your heels off stepping towards him. Your hands ran across his jacket and you slid it off his shoulders, your fingers finding his shirt buttons that you undid, your eyes never leaving his. You bit your lip as you pulled his shirt off to and your fingers found his chest hair.

A low moan escaped his lips as your fingers trailed down to stroke his cock that was hidden beneath his trousers. "Hard within seconds again I see?"

"Been hard all fucking night" he replied with a growl as he leaned forward and kissed you before pulling away to watch you work on his belt.

You undid the belt on his trousers knowing the slow pace you were going at was driving him crazy. You could feel the wetness between your legs and you clenched your thighs together. He saw you do it and before you knew it his hands were in your knickers rubbing against your folds finding your clit. You moaned out his name "Niall fuck."

"so wet and ready for me" he whispered in your ear.

You pulled at his trousers and boxers and they fell to his knees. He took his hand from out of your knickers and you moaned at the loss of contact. He took off his shoes and socks before pulling his trousers and boxers off the rest of the way. His body was gorgeous.

You reached behind your back unhooking your bra throwing it down by your side. His hands reached over and he pulled at your knickers so that they fell to the ground to.

His eye were dark and wild, you couldn't wait to fuck him senseless. You'd thought of nothing but that all night.

His mouth found yours again and he kissed you hard and deep, his hand grabbing your bum to lift you up and you wrapped your arms around his neck running your fingers through his hair. He carried you to your bedroom, laying you down carefully. You moved yourself backwards up the bed and he crawled up to meet you, nestling himself between your legs.

"Niall?"

"Yes" he asked looking down at you unsure of what you were about to say.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard! " You said smiling.

And he did just that. He lined himself up to your entrance and thrust into you, his big hard cock filling you completely. You cried out as he pulled all the way out again before thrusting straight back in you. "Fuck yes!" You cried as you wrapped your legs around him. He grunted as he fucked into you harder.

Suddenly he pulled out and tapped your side. "Turn over" his voice was authoritative and you did as you were told.

You sat up on all fours your bum facing him. You looked over your shoulder to see him looking down at you. "Like what you see Horan?!" You asked. "Fuck yes." He replied as he thrust himself into you gripping hard on your hips. You knew you'd be bruised but you didn't care. This was dirty hard sex and you were fucking loving it. He leaned his chest down to your back "you feel so fucking good Erin" he whispered in your ear. "Such a dirty girl"

"I definitely deserve a spank then"you whispered back. He moaned out at your words and leaned back up to fuck you harder. He released his hand from your hip and his hand came down and spanked you on your left bum cheek, you let out a hearty moan. It stung but fuck did it turn you on.

"Touch yourself" he moaned as his hand came down for another time. "Fuck yes" you cried out. You reached your hand down and you rubbed against your throbbing clit knowing you were not going to last long, you'd been longing for this since he'd kissed you earlier. "Oh god Niall, fuck me harder" you almost screamed out at him.

"Oh fuck Erin oh fuck" he growled as he released himself inside you. The feeling of his cock twitching inside you made your own release come and you cried out his name. He rode out his orgasm until he leant down to your back and began placing kisses down it. You were panting now, your heart racing. "Fucking hell that was amazing" you managed to say.

He pulled of you and you collapsed on the bed. He laid down next to you and began stroking your back. "It was fucking awesome. Never thought you'd be such a naughty girl!" He said laughing.

"Ha! We might have been friends a long time but that doesn't mean you know everything about me" you said smiling as you turned to face him.

"Same for you though. You never knew how much I fucking fancy you"

"Oh you do, do you?"

"You know I do." He said with a smile.

You smiled back. He pulled up the duvet covering you both as he placed his hand on your hip. "Can I stay tonight?" He whispered.

"Yes, I want round two in the morning" you said with a wink.

"Dirty girl!"

#niall horan #smut #flirting #chapter 2 #niall imagine #niall fan fic #one direction

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dugeshmalhotra · 4 years ago

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sincerelybluevase · 7 years ago

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Fanfic Friday: Breathless, Chapter 10 [FINAL]

This chapter is longer than the other ones, but there was a lot to be resolved! I could’ve opted to split it into two chapters, but for structural reasons I wanted this fic to have ten chapters. I hope you guys will enjoy it; I certainly had a lot of fun writing it 😉.

A little disclaimer: everything I know about childbirth is through the internet and CtM.

The contractions started in the night. Shelagh felt them, decided they were probably Braxton Hicks, and forced herself to go back to sleep. When she woke again, Patrick had already left for work, leaving a hastily-scribbled note in his illegible handwriting.

Shelagh made breakfast for herself and Timothy, doing her best to ignore the pains in her lower back.

“Are you all right?” Timothy asked her, frowning. The way he knit his brows was exactly the same as Patrick’s.

“Yes. Don’t worry about me. You must go to school,” she said, giving him a tight smile.

“You look pale.”

“Yes, well, your little brother or sister is not giving me much time to sleep,” Shelagh said, patting her belly. “Baby keeps moving around an awful lot.”

“That’s good,” Timothy said, spooning the last of his porridge into his mouth. “And it’s normal, isn’t it? For babies to move around a lot in the last few months?”

“It’s perfectly ordinary,” Shelagh agreed. Another sharp twinge of pain sizzled along her nerves, robbing her of the breath she needed to say anything more. She bit the inside of her cheek so as not to make a sound.

What if these are real contractions?

She looked at her watch, counting the seconds to see how long the pain lasted.

Forty seconds. That’s not good.

“Do you mind… if I don’t walk you to school?” she asked. She hadn’t done it often, not in the last few months, but still…

“I’ll be fine, Mum,” Timothy said. He took his coat and bag, hesitated on the threshold, and turned back to give her a quick peck on the cheek. “You’ll call Dad if something is wrong, won’t you?”

“Of course, dearest,” she said, smiling that strange, tight smile again, keeping it up till Timothy was no longer in sight. Then, she let her mask slip, and went to the phone immediately, trying not to whimper as another stitch tore through her.

Five minutes since the last one. I need Patrick, she thought as she rung the surgery.

But Patrick was not there, and his assistant had no idea when he’d be back.

Don’t panic. You’re a midwife, for crying out loud, and these are probably just Braxton Hicks, she admonished herself.

She made herself another cup of tea and forced the sweet brew down. To calm herself, she took her Bible, and read some of her favourite passages, singing a hymn or two. There was a familiarity in the words, in the steady cadence of her own voice, even if she was rather short of breath these days.

She rested the heavy book on her bump, stroking the soft leather with one finger, her stretched flesh with another. The pain had eased a little. Shelagh smiled. “What’s all this fuss about hm?” she said, looking at her belly. She splayed her hand on her stomach . “It’s a bit early for you to come out, you know. Besides, you’re perfectly all right where you are. Not to say I don’t want to meet you, of course. Your father and big brother would like to meet you, too. Not yet, though.”

The baby kicked against her palm. She patted the spot softly. “I’ll tell you a little secret: I like having you so near me.” I can keep you safe.

Shelagh did not like admitting it, but she was terrified of giving birth. There were so many things that could go wrong, and she, in her capacity as a midwife, had seen almost all of the worst-case scenarios first hand.

Though a part of her ached to meet this child, this new soul that was part of her and part of Patrick and part of something all its own, there was another part that ached with the knowledge that this baby would have to be ripped from her body.

“Not yet, though,” she repeated.

She stood so she could clear the table. Something inside her popped, sounding like Timothy cracking his knuckles before sitting down to play the piano. Water gushed between her legs, soaking her socks and slippers. She stared at the glistening kitchen tiles in horror.

“I said not yet,” she whispered.

Another contraction rippled through her. She clutched the counter with white-knuckled hands, panting through it.

Every five minutes, and they last roughly a minute. There’s no denying it, Shelagh: these are not Braxton Hicks.

As soon as it was over, she wiped the amniotic fluid from the floor, then made her way to the phone again. She called Granny Parker first, asking the other woman if she could pick Timothy up from school; she could not have her stepson coming home whilst she was still trying to give birth.

Then, she called the surgery. Mrs. Feather, Patrick’s secretary, again told her that he was currently not available.

“Please tell Doctor Turner he has to come home as soon as possible,” Shelagh said, doing her best not to sound desperate. “I think I’ve gone into labour.”

She almost dropped the horn as she hung up. She pressed a hand against her mouth, and sobbed.

What was she to do? She could call for an ambulance to bring her to hospital, but what was the point? She was not in desperate need of that kind of medical attention; she would take up a precious bed that could be used for someone who really needed it. She could suffer through her confinement alone, waiting for Patrick, but what if something went wrong and she could not reach the phone in time?

There was only one thing she could do: call Nonnatus.

Shelagh picked the phone up with trembling hands. Who would answer? Did it matter?

But I can’t face them. They’ll judge me, and I…

A contraction spasmed through her, sending little shocks of pain through her system.

“All right, all right,” she murmured, patting her belly.

She dialled the number, trying to keep her voice steady so the operator would not hear how scared she was.

At least I know the people at Nonnatus. I wouldn’t want to go to hospital, to be treated by strangers. Though maybe anonymity is a blessing in my case.

But she didn’t believe that, not really.

The phone rang once, twice, three times.

“Be strong,” she told herself, glancing at her Bible. The book lay open on the kitchen table, sprawling like a sleeping child.

“Nonnatus house, midwife speaking.”

Shelagh pressed her forehead against the wall, doing her best not to cry. She could not prevent a sob from bubbling from her lungs as relief flooded her system.

“Sister Julienne? It’s Shelagh. My waters broke. I tried to call Patrick, but he’s on a case, and I… I’m so afraid…”

Silence.

“Sister?” she whispered.

“Don’t worry, my dear. I’m on my way.”

***

Shelagh had gone to the bedroom by the time Sister Julienne arrived, and changed into clothes not reeking of amniotic fluid. The nun knew where to find the spare key, and let herself in.

Shelagh burst into tears as soon as her former sister entered the room.

Sister Julienne hugged her, cupping her head and dropping a kiss on her temple.

Shelagh curled her hand in her sister’s habit, groaning as another contraction reduced her world to simple sensation. When it was done, Sister Julienne guided her to the bed. “How often?” she asked.

“Every five minutes for over an hour now,” Shelagh said. Suddenly shy, she looked at the pastel sheets on the bed, straightening a corner.

Sister Julienne took out her pinard, and carried out all necessary examinations. “Baby is doing well, Shelagh. He has a strong heartbeat.”

Thank God for small mercies, Shelagh thought.

Sister Julienne tucked her pinard back in her bag. “You’re not fully dilated, though. I think it’ll be a while yet.” She folded her hands and played with her ring, looking at the golden band.

Shelagh took her sister’s hand and squeezed it. “Sister, we must talk,” she said. They couldn’t sit in silence for hours, the air thick with things unsaid. In the end, their words would choke them, if the air didn’t become unbreathable first.

Sister Julienne looked at her with wet eyes, but didn’t speak, giving Shelagh the change to start.

Another contraction took her breath away. She did her best not to moan, but the pain was intense. When it was done, she was panting a little. “I need to move,” she murmured. To sit here, to have Sister Julienne stare at her, would not make it easier to speak.

“We could walk around the room, if you prefer,” Sister Julienne said. She helped Shelagh up, supporting her with a strong arm, holding her hand. They took small steps, circling the bed till they came upon the wall. Then, they had to turn around, and move in the opposite way, walking a horse-shoe pattern again and again as they spoke.

Shelagh wetted her lips with her tongue. “I’m not sorry for loving Patrick, Sister. Our love is… it’s beautiful, and I’m never ashamed to love.” Baby turned inside her. She stopped walking and inhaled deeply before continuing. “But I am sorry for all the heartache it caused. I never meant to smear Nonnatus’ reputation, but I fear I did.” She wiped her cheeks with her sleeve. “I never meant to cause a rift between us, either,” she whispered. She looked up, trying to read her sister’s face, but her glasses had misted over.

Sister Julienne plucked them from her face and placed them on the nightstand. “Best not wear them. They’ll only slide from your nose later on, and get smeared with all kinds of things if we’re not careful,” she murmured.

“Sister,” Shelagh pleaded.

Sister Julienne turned to her. Her face was vague, undefined, as if Shelagh was looking at it through a window splattered with rain. “I never doubted your love for him, Shelagh,” Sister Julienne said, “But…” She sighed, and rubbed her eyes with her free hand. They resumed their walking. “At the sanatorium, you told me you were a nun, yet you already had… improper relations with Doctor Turner.”

Just once, when we were both hurting so much, Shelagh thought.

They had to suspend their conversation till another contraction had passed. The pain was horrible, and left Shelagh sweating and trembling.

“I was a nun, Sister, I really was!” she said as soon as she could speak again, “But then I changed, and it became only a part of who I was, and no longer defined me entirely.” Confused, she shook her head. “I should not have broken my vow. It was not a decent thing to do.” And yet I feel as if it had become something almost inevitable. When she had gone to Patrick that night, when she was in his arms, it had not felt wrong, or sinful; it had felt as if that was the only proper place for her to be.

“The Lord works in mysterious ways,” Sister Julienne said, voice tremulous. “I know you would not have done what you did if it wasn’t for love, but I had hoped you would have come to your sisters for comfort. Why didn’t you?”

“Because I needed someone who wouldn’t talk about religion. His lack of faith in God made me understand my own belief in Him better than anything else could have done.”

Sister Julienne sighed. “Maybe that’s partly why I am hurt: my pride has been bruised. I thought you would always come to me, and you didn’t. I thought I knew everything about you, but I was wrong.”

“Nobody can ever know all there is to know about a person,” Shelagh said.

“I know that, now.”

They were silent for a moment, walking up and down the room. Shelagh moaned her way through another contraction, doing her best not to cry.

It is so bad already…

“There is pain relief I can give you,” Sister Julienne said.

“I know,” Shelagh said, loosening her grip on Sister Julienne’s hand. She stopped walking, and looked at her former sister. “I missed you terribly,” she confessed, the tears that had gathered during the contraction spilling from her eyes.

Sister Julienne swallowed audibly. “And I missed you, too.”

“I want us to be friends again, because… well, because I don’t think I can go through this if I don’t have a friend at my side.”

“Then rest assured, my dear girl, because I am your friend.”

Another contraction. Shelagh grabbed hold of the bed’s headboard as pain rippled through her. She sobbed. “I’m so afraid, Sister,” she confessed.

“I know. But you’ve been afraid before, and you always conquered it. Nevertheless, I shall get you some pethidine to help with the pain.” She studied Shelagh’s face. “But first some water. Your lips are chapped.”

She went to the kitchen. Shelagh sat down on the edge of the bed, rocking to make the pain bearable.

A loud bang shuddered through the house. Someone thundered up the stairs, taking them two or three a step judging by the sound. “Shelagh? Shelagh, please answer me!”

“Patrick?” she whispered.

Before she could raise her voice, Sister Julienne said: “Doctor Turner?”

Shelagh tried to get to her feet, but another contraction made her sink down and grit her teeth.

Her husband’s and ex-sister’s voices came closer, till they were just beyond the bedroom door.

“Please let me in, Sister Julienne! I know you don’t approve of husbands in the birthing room, but…”

“I’m not objecting to your presence, Doctor Turner, but I am objecting to you wearing soiled clothing in the presence of a patient,” Sister Julienne said.

Patrick fell quiet. Then, he said: “Oh. Right. I’ll put on something else, and wash my hands.”

Sister Julienne came back with a glass of water. Shelagh drank it greedily. She hadn’t realised how thirsty she was. “Will you let Patrick be here with me?” she asked.

“It is unusual,” Sister Julienne said.

“I need him by my side,” Shelagh said.

“I know.” Sister Julienne said, smiling a little. She took Shelagh’s hand and squeezed it. “I’ll give you some pethidine. I think you need that, too.” Sister Julienne was preparing the syringe when Shelagh’s womb contracted again. The pain made her turn her focus inwards. Her nightgown lay plastered against her back. Her hair was like damp fur in her neck. She combed a hand through it. Her fingers trembled.

But then, Patrick was by her side, holding her hand, rubbing her lower back. She rested her face in the crook of his neck, smelling his sweat and cigarettes and aftershave. When the contraction faded, she sighed, and squeezing his hand. His wedding ring bit in her skin.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured in her hair.

“You couldn’t know.”

“But still. You must’ve been so scared…”

“How could I be scared with Sister Julienne here?” Shelagh said, and smiled at her sister. “How could I be scared now that you are both here?”

It was true; she was no longer afraid. She patted her belly. “Time to meet Baby.”

***

The pain was still agony, but she had Patrick to hold on to, to ground her. Sister Julienne’s voice was clear as she gave encouragement after encouragement, instruction after instruction.

When it was time to push, Shelagh clung to Patrick, doing her best not to cry. “I’m so tired,” she murmured.

He kissed her brow. “I know, darling, but it’s almost over now.”

“It won’t be long, Shelagh, I promise. Now, you must push,” Sister Julienne said, patting her knee.

She bit her lip and forced herself to do what her former sister told her. After all, she could almost hold her baby, could almost see its face and determine how much it looked like the little face she’d dreamed up for herself. Excitement took hold of her, drowning her tiredness.

She did her best not to dig her nails in Patrick’s hand as she pushed, did her best not to grunt. He planted a kiss just below her ear.

“The head is born,” Sister Julienne said.

Thank God, Shelagh thought. She wanted to sink back, wanted to let Patrick’s thighs cradle her, his arms her blanket, his chest her pillow, but it wasn’t over yet.

“That’s my girl,” Patrick whispered. She smiled, and interlaced her fingers with his.

“Just one more,” Sister Julienne said.

Shelagh pushed, her toes curling into the sheets. Baby slithered out of her, its head cupped by Sister Julienne’s hand. “It’s a girl,” the nun said. The baby opened her mouth and cried.

“Can I hold her?” Shelagh asked, stretching her arms to her whimpering daughter.

Sister Julienne cut the cord, then handed her the baby. The child was slick and warm, her eyes the midnight blue of all new-borns. Patrick’s arms were heavy and warm around her. He stroked the baby’s head with his fingers.

“Hello. You were eager to meet us,” Shelagh whispered.

“We were eager to meet you, too,” Patrick said.

Shelagh leaned against him, cradling her daughter against her chest, dropping kisses against her damp, silken head. “All worth it,” she murmured. The pain, the heartbreak, the isolation…

“Placenta is out, all in one piece,” Sister Julienne said.

“Good.” Patrick kissed Shelagh’s face again. “Must give you a sponge bath, dear.”

“Not yet,” Shelagh said. She didn’t want this moment to end. Here, she was holding her child, was cradled by her husband, had Sister Julienne near. It felt like a spell that could be broken the way cobwebs could be brushed away.

“What are you going to call her?” Sister Julienne asked.

“Angela,” Shelagh said, “Angela Julienne.” She looked up. Her former sister’s face was tight with emotion, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

“Are you sure?”

“Completely,” Shelagh said, looking at her child again.

“She does look like an Angela,” Patrick quipped, tracing the gentle curve of his daughter’s skull with his thumb.

Shelagh twisted her head so she could kiss him. Ever since that fateful night at the surgery, she’d wanted to kiss him all the time. It was a desire that would never fade.

Love, she thought, the word becoming all consuming.

It’s because it’s love.

And now, I will forever realise how lucky I am.

I will be happy.

Because my exams are drawing neigh, it is really quite possible that I won’t be able to write a fanfic every Friday from now on till about the first half of January. I’ll do my best and I’ll try to let you guys know in advance if there’s no fanfic for a week. Hopefully all will be back to normal after my exams are done!

#call the midwife #call the midwife fanfic #shulienne #turnadette #shimothy

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wheresmogs-blog · 5 years ago

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Hiding in the Malaysian jungle

Exactly a year ago today, we woke up in the middle of Malaysia’s vast Taman Negara national park, miles away from any humans, surrounded by lush tropical jungle. Still in our sleeping bags, we looked around in the wooden hide, high up in the canopy, and all we could see was 12 bunk beds (no mattresses, that’d be a luxury we’d definitely not paid for), our clothes all over the place and some blood on the concrete floor.

18 hours earlier

We’re sitting behind each other in a small motorboat, expertly navigated by a Malaysian guy in the back, his partner sitting in the front, looking at what seems like a huge tropical thunderstorm right ahead of us. And we’re heading straight towards it.

Soon, these guys will drop us off somewhere on the riverbank, and we’ll be left on our own to trek to the animal hide where we’ll spend the night completely alone.

No, this is not Survivor, there are no cameras here. (Apart from our shitty iPhones and our trusty GoPro.)

We came to this jungle with the aim to go ‘off the beaten track’, one of MJ’s mantras for our trip. Taman Negara is Malaysia’s biggest national park. Whilst it’s very popular and there are lots of swanky accommodation options, what we decided to do was spend a night away from civilisation, in one of the observation towers hidden in the jungle. If we’re lucky, we’ll get to see tapirs, gaurs and deer, and if we’re really lucky, we won’t be murdered by a fellow traveller / monkeys / spiders / a rabid and carnivorous tapir. Or who knows what? It’s the bloody jungle, after all!

But first, the boat trip. We’ve reached the centre of the storm and got suitably wet - a great start. Then once the rain stops, we reach our destination. Classic. We’re dropped off at a small jetty where we meet a small group of travellers waiting for a boat to take them back to the village. They tell us they spent the night in a cave, which is exactly what they look like. The Dutch bloke (there’s always a Dutch bloke) points to his feet: first of all, he’s wearing flip flops, an odd choice in the jungle (is he an Aussie in disguise?), but more disturbingly, his fleet are bleeding from what looks like leech bites. At this point they confirm that yes, the forest floor is heaving with leeches. This information shocks me, and me alone - MJ simply nods and reveals that he chose not to share this vital piece of information with me, lest I change my mind and get on the next coach back to civilisation. He knows me so well.

At this point our boat is gone, along with our chance to escape. Always the semi-adventurous travellers, we didn’t arrange a boat transfer back, thinking it’d be a great idea to trek back after a night spent animal watching.

So here we are, stuck in the jungle, soaking wet, millions of leeches waiting to jump on us from left, right and centre. Suddenly the idea of the abandoned hide seems very appealing. We start trekking.

The problem with leeches, well, one of the many problems with leeches, is that they’re tiny. You think you’d spot them from a few metres, or that you’d see the little bastard trying to get onto your skin to have a nibble. But no, they’re tiny, so you can’t see them, so you’ll end up thinking they’re EVERYWHERE. Which is kind of the case. They hang on to the back of leaves, so if you brush a leaf with your shoulder, they’ll latch onto you. They’re also on the jungle floor, waiting for you to step on a leaf - and boom, they’re on your shoelace, then before you know it, they’re INSIDE YOUR SHOE, then by the time you’ve taken off your shoes, they’ve had a lovely 3 course dinner, thanks very much, that was delicious, what’s for pudding?

It’s nearly dark by the time we reach a little clearing with a creepy looking wooden structure on high stilts. It looks exactly like something from a horror movie, but it’s either this or the leeches so up we go. At the top of the stairs, there’s yellow police tape, but no door (it’s been ripped off and put aside) - the place looks like a crime scene cordoned off by the police. Inside it’s totally empty, bar the wooden bunk beds (very uninviting) and a bench by the window. But there’s no time to get cosy anyway, it’s de-leeching time.

We get butt naked (thank the Lord for the complete lack of fellow travellers in the hide) and as suspected, we find leeches all over us: in our armpits, between our toes, holding on to our socks. It’s disgusting. When you tear one off from your skin, the bite mark starts bleeding. When they’re on the floor, they keep twisting and curling, like some worm possessed by an evil spirit. We locate a wooden stick and start killing them one by one. This is when we realise how much blood they managed to suck in: it’s now all over the floor. By the time we think we’re done, it does look like a crime scene - if someone entered now, they’d think we’d gone mental.

All this excitement made us quite hungry so we unpack our humble dinner (think sweet Malaysian bread and tinned curry) and settle down by the observation station to eat. There’s not much to do in the hide, other than stay quiet, wait for it to get dark and hope for wildlife to appear.

The hide is built next to a clearing with a salt lick - this is what will attract all sorts of animals at night. You should hear tapirs scrambling in the bushes, at which point you shine your torch and hope to see something.

It doesn’t help that it started raining again, and the tin roof of the hide acts like a Dolby Surround Sound System - we can’t hear our own voice let us alone some tapir 50 metres away..

Anyway, we’re waiting patiently, and enjoying our solitude. Knowing that there’s literally no human being within at least 10km of us, only the jungle with its animals, should make us feel safe, but we’re in uncharted territory, and we’re definitely not the ones at home here. The jungle is not only massive, but alive and noisy. We can hear monkeys rustling in the canopy around the hide, but we can’t see them. The lack of doors makes me think they can come in any time, and why wouldn’t they? If I was a Malaysian monkey, I’d love some sweet Malaysian bread please. We pack our remaining food away.

Around 11pm, the conditions are finally just right for some wildlife spotting. The rain has stopped, the air smells fresh and humid, and we’re eager to explore the jungle from the relative safety of the hide. We position ourselves next to the long window overlooking the clearing. Torch in hand, we take turns in shining it around in the darkness every minute. The stampede we were envisaging is definitely not happening, although we ‘think’ we see some shiny things on the ground, but they might be spiders, or drops of rain, who knows.

Then, after like an hour of waiting, we suddenly spot a pair of eyes shining in the bushes. They quickly move but then we spot a little animal, hopping over a small bush with an ungraceful but insanely cute motion of its backside. We conclude it was a tapir. Photographic evidence aside, you have to believe us, dear reader. Told you we had shitty iPhones!

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adventures-in-drabbling · 7 years ago

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Lacewoodshipping Week Day 1: Beach Trip

so I haven’t done any kind of writing outside of the academic variety since I last posted on here, which was... December last year. so a good 8 months ago. As such, I apologise for the quality of this lmfaooo. Also, it turned into less beach trip, and more... ‘vaguely beach related’ lmao

EDIT: I forgot to say!! but I wanted to thank @monsycamour for coming up with the idea for a lacewood week!! It was exactly what I needed to get out of the fic writing slump i found myself in! <3 <3 <3

“…”

“… Serena?”

“Augustine…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you serious?”

“Serena, I don’t-“

“What,” Serena began, her voice hitching in half amusement, half hysteria as she soaked in the sight before her. “Are you wearing?!”

It had to be a joke. He had to be pulling a prank.

He can’t honestly intend to go to the beach dressed like that. He knew she hadn’t seen him outside of his usual lab coat ensemble…

But…

He wasn’t laughing. In fact, his usual grin was nowhere to be seen, instead replaced by genuine confusion.

Serena could feel her gut sinking.

He was serious.

Augustine Sycamore, renowned across Kalos and beyond for his charm, style, and general allure – was an absolute fashion disaster.

Orange shirt, turquoise jacket (Jacket, Augustine? It’s Summer), cropped beige pants, and a dusky blue sunhat.

“You’re serious?”

She had to make sure. Maybe he had suddenly developed Kalos’ best poker face, and was about to burst into laughter at the absolutely horrified look on her face, and tell her it’s all a joke.

But…

But he was looking down at his clothes, brows furrowed in confusion. Genuine confusion.

“I don’t see what’s so ba-“ he began, but was cut off by a thump as Serena dropped the picnic basket she had been clutching, and clamped her hand hard across his mouth.

“Nope. I’m going to pretend you weren’t about to say what I think you were going to say,” Serena ground out, spinning him around and marching the pair right back into his room and forcing him down to perch at the edge of the bed. “Stay there,” she instructed, mouth a thin line as she turned to face his wardrobe. “And don’t speak. You are not wearing that to the beach Augustine. I need to see something. You must have something else you can wear.”

Clutching the handle, Serena took a moment to compose herself - surely it wasn’t all as bad as the disaster on the bed behind her – before yanking the door open.

… and finally allowing the bubbling hysterics to overtake her as she came face to face with an absurd amount of purple shirts, black formal pants, and white lab coats. Neatly lined along the ground were half a dozen identical pairs of loafers, each with a pair of bright orange socks laid neatly on top.

“Augustine,” Serena absolutely wheezed at the man between peals of laughter, clutching at her middle and leaning heavily against the wardrobe to stop her from outright sinking to the ground. “What in the name of Arceus is this?”

Augustine, to his merit, just looked mostly bemused at the scene before him, though his mouth began to quirk at the edge as he replied. “Serena… Correct me if I’m wrong but I believe you of all people should know the function of a wardrobe?”

“Augustine Sycamore you are going to end up a single man-“ Serena managed in a single breath before dissolving into giggles once more. “You’re Kalosian! I thought you were supposed to be some kind of fashion icon?”

At that Augustine began to laugh alongside her, abandoning the hat on the bed before standing to slip an arm of support around the hysterical girl half-inside his wardrobe.

“Now where you got that idea I don’t know.” He gestured at the neatly paired socks and shoes. “Orange socks, Serena.”

Tears rolled their way down Serena’s cheeks, her face flushed a delightful shade of pink as she tried to take deep breaths to calm herself. “Augustine. You are ridiculous.”

“Ah, but you are stuck with me unfortunately,” he declared happily, grinning down at Serena even as she laughed at his expense. Serena peered back up at him, eyes wet with tears of mirth, mouth stretched wide, and face flushed. A beat of silence passed between them before Sycamore spoke once more, his voice hushed. “Tu es belle.”

It took a moment for Serena to translate, her grip on Kalosian still mediocre at best, but her cheeks darkened further as his words struck her.

“Well,” she replied, rolling up onto the balls of her feet to press her forehead against his and curling her fingers into his hair. “At least you still have your charm.” A chaste kiss, before she pulled back with a despondent sigh as the ludicrous collection of lab coats caught her eye once more.

“You are coming shopping with me, Augustine. For clothes. That aren’t this,” she freed one of her hands from his hair to gesture at the contents of the wardrobe. “Or… that.” She waved vaguely at his current clothing choice.

“But the beach-“ Sycamore began to protest, but Serena shook her head.

“-will be sunny again at some point. Like in a couple of days. And we will be the best dressed couple there, but that won’t happen when you still have these on you.” She tugged at the atrocious orange shirt and bright blue jacket. “They need to be burned. Get them off.”

Sycamore raised an eyebrow at the instruction. “Serena?”

“Yes?” she replied sweetly, grinning up at him whilst slipping her hands under the jacket to push it off his shoulders.

“What are you…?”

“I am going to burn these. I’d rather not burn you in the process, so you need to take them off.” Augustine watched in amusement as she yanked the jacket down his arms and let it fall to the floor, hooking it on her toe and flicking it out through the doorway and into the lounge. “Tomorrow we will go shopping,” she continued, slipping her hands under the orange shirt and untucking it roughly, ignoring Augustine’s shiver. “And the day after we will go to the beach.

“For now, however,” Serena stopped in her mission of stripping her boyfriend of his abysmal fashion choices to stare up at him challengingly. “We have nowhere to go, and you have the whole day off from the lab.”

“I believe,” Augustine replied, his eyes matching the heat in her gaze. “I understand where you’re going with this.” Serena’s smile widened, deft fingers unbuttoning the garment in a fraction of the time it had taken Augustine to do it up, and it soon followed the jacket out of the door.

---

“Serena!” Shauna’s voice rang across the beach. “Come join us!”

Serena peered over her shoulder at her friend stood waist-deep in the ocean water, and held two fingers up. Shauna nodded with a grin, turning to swim out to the rest of their group.

Serena schooled her features back into unimpressed neutrality, surveying her boyfriend as he shifted uncomfortably in front of her.

“Augustine…”

“Serena, sun protection advice says-“

“I can’t believe you saved that damned hat.”

#lacewoodshipping #professor sycamore #augustine sycamore #trainer serena

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artificialqueens · 7 years ago

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Mine and Yours - Shalaska - pureCAMP

A/N - i took a break from exam revision to bang out a short, sweet, silly oneshot for you!! hope you enjoy <3

Alaska didn’t remember how it had started. All she knew is that this meant war.

Okay. Perhaps that was a lie. She remembered exactly how it had started, and that only cemented the fact that this was a war she was committed to win. Yes, she remembered how it had all started. She couldn’t forget.

It was the night of the Christmas party, a week before they all broke up from work and got to retire into their homes to eat disgusting amounts of turkey and drink too much mulled wine. Alaska had been getting ready in the living room, having moved her makeup and mirror so that Sharon could get out of the shower and get ready in peace. A little while before she’d started to put makeup on, she’d heard the shower switch off and soft footsteps moving across the landing, so Alaska knew Sharon would be ready soon.

She’d been adding the final dusting of highlighter to the tops of her cheeks when it happened. In the mirror, she saw the living room door open and turned around to see Sharon smiling at her, watching her do the finishing touches on her face.

She looked stunning. Alaska looked her up and down appraisingly – she’d curled her fried, peroxide-blonde hair into soft looking waves, and her eyeshadow was a surprisingly pretty blend of festive reds and greens. Her eyes travelled downwards; she was wearing that beautiful heart locket Alaska had bought her for their two year anniversary, and –

Oh.

Alaska recognised that dress. It was white, shorter in the front and longer in the back, with ruching all the way down the front and a low neckline accompanied with long sleeves. Without a doubt it was one of Alaska’s favourites.

It was also Alaska’s dress.

Yet Sharon was wearing it, and she looked infuriatingly good in it. It hugged her hips tightly, clung to her waist, emphasised everything. Alaska’s jaw would’ve dropped had she not been so surprised.

“Is that my dress?” was her first reaction.

Sharon nodded, blinking innocently. “Yeah, do you mind? I really like it.”

Damn her. How could Alaska say no? She was drop-dead gorgeous in it, her slight extra curves filling out the spaces that Alaska’s naturally slender frame couldn’t, and it fit like a glove. Like a well made, beautiful, stolen satin glove.

“You look great, babe. How’s this eyeliner? Even?”

So Alaska said nothing. It wasn’t like she was mad. How could she be mad? Her girlfriend looked beautiful, whether the dress was Alaska’s or not, and Alaska wanted to rip it off her body for several different reasons. She wasn’t mad. A little bitter, maybe. But not mad.

Anyway. That had been how it had started.

But it didn’t end there. Maybe it was Alaska’s fault, maybe it wasn’t, but it was definitely Alaska’s fault for continuing it, despite the fact that Sharon had unwittingly started it. But Sharon was the beginner of it all, so Alaska continued to blame her.

Perhaps it was petty of her to carry out her revenge so soon. Did she really want to start the New Year like this? Yes, yes she did. She absolutely did, and no one was going to stop her.

“Hey pumpkin, have you seen my – ” Sharon’s words trailed off as she entered the kitchen, clutch purse held haphazardly underneath her armpit as she used her free hand to hold a bottle of champagne. “Ah. My jacket.”

Alaska smirked, wiggling her shoulders to show the item off. She knew it was one of Sharon’s favourites – a staple when she wasn’t at work – and Alaska would be lying if she didn’t adore it. She’d watched Sharon personalising it; she’d sewn on all the patches herself, hot glued the spikes to the shoulders, cut it to the length and style that she wanted it. The leather was comforting against Alaska’s bare skin… If she was honest, she’d admit that it reminded her of being a teenager, when she’d feel that very jacket pressed against her skin and taste the cigarettes and whiskey on Sharon’s breath. Not much had changed other than their age and financial status.

“You like?” Alaska teased.

Sharon raised an eyebrow and grinned. “I love. You look cute in it, it’s swallowing your tiny arms up.”

At first, Alaska thought her plan had failed, but then she saw it. That tiny glint in Sharon’s eye. The slight quirk of her eyebrow. The way she maintained steady, lidded eye contact. Her dry laugh.

It was game on.

All of a sudden, it was war. Alaska wasn’t sure whether she spent more time trying to guard her own wardrobe or trying to dig through Sharon’s equally guarded armoire. Either way, a fully-fledged battle with two opposing armies had been waged, and Alaska could not and would not allow Sharon to win. This was her game. Sharon had started it and Alaska was going to finish it.

They wore it all. The other’s shoes, jewellery, dresses, even a few of Sharon’s more expensive, less frequently-used lipsticks. Alaska revelled in every time she saw Sharon’s eyes narrow in silence, and cursed every time Sharon blew her a kiss whilst wearing something distinctly Alaska. There was no end in sight.

Sharon progressed it further. One Monday, the battle had slipped Alaska’s mind, and she didn’t have clue why Sharon might have been staring at her during the work day other than she thought Alaska looked nice. Her theory was proven correct at the time, when the patterned dress had been torn from her body along with Sharon’s and discarded somewhere unseen across the bedroom. Yet – of course – it had been one of Sharon’s sneak tactics, or at least an opportunity she’d had the smarts to take, and the very next morning, she turned up at work in the dress Alaska had worn the previous day.

Well, didn’t that get everyone talking.

All day, Katya kept jabbing Alaska in the arm, pointing at Sharon and cackling at inopportune moments. The Russian didn’t have a filter or an inside voice, and it had becoming increasingly clear throughout the day.

“I can’t believe she is wearing your dress. Bitch! Talk about workplace subtlety! Ladies and gentlemen, bringing to the stage, Workplace Subtlety! That fucking bitch! Oh my god. This is amazing.”

Katya rambled on and on. Alaska tried to tune her work friend out, but it was impossible not to hear the manic blonde firing off quips ranging from sweet to utterly crude. Better yet, Sharon overhead a few comments and made sure to wink, flirt or just plain kiss her cheek whenever she passed Alaska’s desk.

Nevertheless. Alaska was going to win.

She had one final plan to end all plans. Six months of a brutal clothes-stealing feud would come to an end forever, all thanks to Alaska’s ingenuity.

In all honesty, Alaska was quite excited.

She’d enlisted the help of Katya, as well as a few old friends she’d kept in touch with – Bianca who claimed she was in it for the cake, Courtney who had jumped at the idea, and Jinkx who had shrugged and tagged along. It was all perfectly set up and orchestrated, the clothes-swapping fight to end all fights. No matter how good Sharon looked in all her clothes, and no matter how nice it felt to wear something that smelled like Sharon, it was going to finish in the most spectacular of ways.

Now, all she had to do was wait.

She’d timed things perfectly. As usual, Sharon got home at six and headed straight for the shower, peeling the clothes and fake lashes off and letting the hot water clean away her makeup and any stress from the day. As soon as she was underneath the hot water, Alaska crept into the bathroom, taking Sharon’s clothes and beckoning her friends in to complete their jobs. Thankfully, with the stream of water running so loudly, Sharon didn’t hear a thing. As quickly as she could, Alaska scribbled a message on the mirror in lipstick – Sharon’s, no less – and ran from the room.

By the time she was done showering, her work clothes had been laid out in the garden, where Alaska was waiting. The washing hamper had been dragged out by Bianca. All of the wet clothes from the washing machine had been removed by Jinkx and strung up on the washing line. Everything from the dryer had been folded into warm, neat piles and stacked on top of the table, in which Katya was currently resting her head and mumbling about fabric softener.

During the day, whilst Sharon had been working, Alaska had taken the liberty of removing everything from both of their wardrobes, even ransacking the drawers for spare socks, bras, underwear, anything. It had been quite the sight for her friends to see everything they wore displayed out in the garden, once again neatly folded and stacked. However, for this to work, it needed to happen.

Sharon stepped out of the shower, her eyesight slightly blurry without her contacts or glasses to hand. She reached out for the towel on the radiator, wrapping the fluffy material around her body and making her way into the bedroom. Nothing appeared to be out of place, although she’d expected to see Alaska. Perhaps she was out getting groceries, or visiting her mom. It was weird of her not to leave a note, though.

After stumbling around to find her glasses, Sharon walked towards her wardrobe in search of something comfortable. Pyjamas, maybe. She wasn’t going anywhere, and she didn’t have nearly enough energy to be dressing nicely or to steal something of Alaska’s. That took too much effort. Only…

Sharon blinked. Once, twice.

Her wardrobe was empty.

Surely this was a joke. Was Alaska playing an elaborate prank? Had there been a burglary? Why was everything gone? Only hangers remained, swinging sadly from the force that Sharon had flicked through them. Nothing, not a single item was there.

“What the fuck…” She muttered, moving instead towards her chest of drawers. If she could at least find an old vest and some scrappy shorts, she’d be fine. She could get her own back on Alaska later, but for now…

Nothing. Empty.

“Goddammit Alaska!”

Ever persistent, Sharon kept looking. The washing machine was empty, stopped mid-load. The dryer had nothing in it. The ironing pile had vanished. Even everything of Alaska’s was gone. In essence, the house was devoid of clothes. The house was as naked as Sharon beneath her towel.

In a last ditch attempt, Sharon re-entered the bathroom. Of course, the washing basket was empty, but what caught her eye that had escaped her notice before was the lipstick on the mirror.

Come into the garden. Love you xxx

“Fucking witch.” Sharon cursed, shaking her head as an affectionate smile made its way onto her face. It was so typically Alaska to go over the top like this.

The grass tickled Sharon’s feet as she stepped out into the garden, but she didn’t pay any attention to the strange sensation. It looked as though the back garden had been transformed into an oddly open clothes store, with everything she owned strung up and displayed for the world – or in this case, the grinning faces of Katya, Jinkx, Courtney, Bianca and Alaska – to see. Instantly, she burst out laughing as Alaska walked forwards.

“I hate you so much. Why are they here? I have nothing to wear!” Sharon exclaimed.

Alaska giggled. “I told you to stop stealing my things!”

“You didn’t!” Sharon protested.

Alaska considered her. “Okay, I didn’t. But this war has gone on for long enough.”

She took hold of Sharon’s hands, idly playing with her fingers as she talked. “I’m ending it once and for all, which is why I came up with this elaborate scheme and got all our friends involved in it- are you serious?”

Sharon frowned at Alaska’s sudden change in tone. “What?”

“You’re wearing something of mine again?”

“Wait, what?” Sharon said, perplexed. “I’m literally wearing a towel. Nothing else. What are you talking about?”

“No,” Alaska said distractedly, gesturing. “Not the towel. Your finger. Are you serious?”

Sharon looked down at her hands in confusion. She wasn’t wearing anyt-

“Sharon. That’s my ring.”

Alaska’s serious facade melted away as she tried to cling onto it. For a few moments, Sharon was utterly breathless, staring at the piece of jewellery on her hand in a mixture of shock, awe and adoration.

“…Alaska?”

“Sharon!” Alaska tried, giggling as she attempted to bring back her acting. “I just bought that!”

“For you!” Katya piped up, instantly ducking down again as Alaska shot her a look.

Sharon’s heart thundered. She lifted her eyes to meet Alaska’s, noticing instantly that they were sparkling. A rosy blush had started to spread across her cheeks, the hint of a shy smile gracing the edge of her lips.

“I bought you this so you would stop stealing my things, and vice versa…” Alaska began, her smile growing. “Because, if you wear this ring… what’s mine is yours. What’s yours is mine.”

Bianca scoffed from behind a wet t-shirt. “You call that a proposal, queen? Get down and say the damn words already!”

Sharon burst into laughter, the sound betraying her choked-up voice and the tears glistening in her eyes. Without breaking eye contact, Alaska lowered herself to the ground and looked up at her girlfriend.

“Will you marry me?”

She didn’t need an answer. Alaska was practically pulled to her feet, eagerly meeting Sharon’s lips with the same excitement of her now-fiancée as they embraced. Behind all the clothes, a few weak cheers arose, mostly lead by Courtney who sounded as though she were in tears herself.

“I love you,” Sharon whispered, hardly able to find her voice.

“I love you too.” Alaska whispered back.

“Alaska?” Sharon added, waiting for Alaska’s acknowledgement before continuing. “I’m gonna steal your fucking wedding dress.”

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