#that's not the top of the head. but jamie was too short to reach ok we have to compromise here
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capn-twitchery · 6 months ago
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đŸŽČ breaking the mold.... Jamie and Grace
Also so u don't have to figure out what to do about that damn hat of twitchs XD
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4. A kiss to the top of the head -- (kiss asks from here!)
jamie please you have to warn him he wasn't ready!!!!!!
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jennay · 1 year ago
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Bad Day
Jamie Bower x reader
Request: I’m not sure if you’re still going to write about Jamie, but I’d like to see how the reader helps Jamie through a bad day. Or vice versa.
An: I hope this is what you were looking for 💜
Words: 1500ish
Warnings: None
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You could always tell when Jamie had a bad day. His usual smile faded into a grimace, his familiar loud laughter was silenced, and he withdrew into himself.
You found him on the deck, sitting on a chair with his feet kicked up on the short table. His sunglasses hid his eyes.
You noticed his long-sleeved button-up shirt hanging off his chair, leaving him in his white undershirt. He must have been sweating in the summer heat but didn't seem to care.
"You ok?" You ask as you plop down on the chair beside him. You rest your hand on his back to comfort him.
He shook his head slightly, barely acknowledging your presence. He seemed lost in his own world.
"Hey, talk to me." You say softly, reaching out to touch his arm.
Jamie flinches and pulls away, biting his bottom lip nervously. "I've just had a bad day, darling." He mumbles, avoiding your eyes.
You sigh, moving closer to him, trying to bridge the gap. You tilt your head and look at him with concern. "Wanna talk about it?" You ask gently.
He hesitates, slowly removing his sunglasses and clips them to his shirt. His eyes aren't shining like they usually do.
Instead, you can see a tint of red shading the whites of his eyes. You'd seen Jamie cry before, but it was a rare occasion. He always found some optimism to keep his mind cluttered with happy thoughts.
He closes his eyes and leans back, letting out a long breath. "I'm just feeling a bit overwhelmed. It's nothing to worry about." You can hear the ting of pain in his voice.
You don't push him to talk; you know it's not the best way to help him. You wait patiently, trusting that he will open up when ready. "I have an idea." You say, breaking the silence. "Let's go take the pups for a walk." You suggest, hoping to cheer him up.
Jamie smiles faintly, appreciating your gesture. He opens his eyes and nods, getting up from his seat. "Good idea." He agrees, reaching for your hand.
You follow him back into your house, grabbing the leashes from the hook by the door. "Should we drive somewhere, or should we take them around the block?" You ask, looking at him expectantly.
Jamie clips the leash on the black lab, who is wagging his tail excitedly. You're thankful he took hold of Ash. You loved the dog, but he was a little wilder than your white and brown Frenchie, whom you named Charlie.
Charlie sits patiently by your feet, waiting for you to attach his leash.
"I think we should go down to the lake. Get these dogs exhausted." He grins widely, his blue eyes shining as he cracks a joke. "You could use some sun. You're getting a bit pale, love." He teases, poking your cheek.
You roll your eyes and smile, feeling a blush creep up. "Not everyone was blessed with perfect skin, Jamie." You retort, clipping Charlie's leash and standing up.
He laughs and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close. "You're perfect to me, darling." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.
He kisses your cheek and then lets go, heading for the door. "Come on, let's go have some fun." He says, opening the door and letting the dogs out.
"I love you." You gush as you walk down the driveway and to Jamie's SUV. He opens the trunk, letting the dogs jump in, but bursts into laughter when he sees Charlie's stubby legs struggling to jump.
He bends down and picks up the small dog, "It's ok, buddy, I'll help you." Jamie kisses the top of the dog's head and puts him next to Ash. "Be good." He says, pointing at Ash. "And don't eat Charlie." He adds, making you laugh.
You giggle while getting into the car, and Jamie does the same. He starts the car and pulls out of the driveway. His free hand lands on your thigh, and you don't hesitate to lace your fingers with his.
"You know, I love you too." He says, looking at you with a smile. "But I love Charlie the most." He jokes, making you gasp.
"How dare you!" You exclaim, pretending to be offended. "Charlie is my baby, not yours!" You argue, squeezing his hand.
He chuckles and kisses your hand, then looks at the road. "Fine, fine. You can have Charlie. But I get Ash." He says as if he's making a fair deal.
You shake your head and smile, feeling happy and playful. "Deal."
When you arrive at the lake, you hardly wait for the car to stop before you open the door. You jump out and head to the back of the SUV to get the dogs out. Jamie urges you to wait, worried that Ash will tackle you again. You know he's right, but you're too excited to care. You open the trunk and let the dogs out, who immediately run towards the water. You follow them, laughing as they splash and play.
Jamie joins you, grabbing a frisbee from the car. He throws it into the air, and Ash leaps to catch it. Charlie tries to chase him, but he's too slow and clumsy. He barks and whines, wanting to join the fun.
You pick him up and cuddle him, kissing his nose. "Don't worry, Charlie. You're the goodest boy." You whisper, making him wag his tail.
When your eyes meet Jamie’s gaze, you nearly melt. He looks so happy and relaxed, and you are thankful for the change in his mood. You put Charlie down and run towards Jamie, wrapping your arms around his neck. He hugs you back, lifts you off the ground, and spins you around, making you giggle. He peppers kisses all over your face, and you melt in his arms.
“That was adorable.”
You gently grab his hand, lacing his fingers with yours and guiding him to sit with you on a bench while the dogs chase each other around. "Thank you for this." He quietly says. "I feel better." He admits, leaning back and putting his arm around your shoulders. "You always know what to do."
You lean your head on his chest, admiring the view of the lake. The water is calm and clear, reflecting the blue sky and the white clouds. The sun shines brightly, warming your skin and making the lake sparkle. You see some ducks and geese swimming in the distance, creating ripples on the surface. The shore is lined with green grass and colorful flowers, adding a touch of nature to the scene. You hear barking and splashing from the dogs, who are blasting in the water.
Jamie breaks the silence, speaking softly. "I was feeling stuck." He admits. "I was feeling like it didn't matter how hard I tried. I like staying busy, and lately, everything's at a standstill. I got trapped in my mind." He says, looking away. "And then I started wondering why you stay with me. I'm a chaotic mess, and I'm gone all the time. I feel that I don't give you the attention you deserve."
You lightly sigh, placing your hand on his chest next to your face. "You've done so much in these last two years. You should be proud of yourself." You say softly, tilting your head up and kissing his jaw lightly. "You pay enough attention to me, and when you have to go, it makes it much more special when you come back."
He turns and meets your eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or resentment. He sees none, only care and sincerity. He feels grateful for you, the one who always supports and understands him.
He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, holding your gaze. "Thank you for being with me." He says sincerely, making your heart melt. "And thank you for loving me."
You wrap your arm around his waist, holding him tight. He strokes your hair gently.
“No matter what your brain tells you, I need you to know you're worth the world. You'll always be perfect to me."
You stay cuddled like that for a while, enjoying each other’s presence and warmth. You don’t need many words to express your love because you can feel it in every touch and every breath. He’s your everything, and you’re his. Nothing can or will ever change that.
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urfavoritedcwhore · 2 months ago
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the russian boy//part sixteen
chapter two
warnings: swearing, mild smut, smoking
lowercase intended
not proof read
part sixteen, chapter two: the movie
as i get get to the top step i look around for theo's room. i open a door at the very end of the hallway, and go step inside to see a room covered in music posters, and a bed thats unmade. as i step inside i see a fake bb belt on the floor. yep. this is definitely theo's room. i look around in his dresser drawers for a minute before finding a drawer full of pants. i dig through them, making sure to not unfold any of them, and eventually find a pair of pj shorts. these are definitely women's shorts. super short, flannel red print, and sparkly draw strings. i step outside his room and yell down into the living room, "theo! can i wear the red flannel shorts, they look like they're women's shorts?", i say holding them up inspecting them. "yeah sure, i think they're jamie's....or maybe they were sara's....or maybe kelsey's.", he yells back to me. damn okay theo i see you. i go back into his room and strip the sweatpants off of me. when i put on the shorts i realize whoever they belong to must either be a bit bigger than me, or they must really like baggy clothes. i have to tie the drawstring tight to keep them from falling down. i consider taking off boris sweater, but i figure it would be too bold to come downstairs in short shorts and a sports bra. i walk out of theo's room and make my way downstairs. i feel boris's eyes on me the whole time im walking down. i get to the living room and sit down on the couch, positioning myself in the same way i was sitting before i got up. i pull the blanket back over boris and i, and almost immediately his hand attaches back to my thigh likes its a magnet. i decide to not give him a reaction...for now. he tightens his grip around my thigh as he begins drawing small circles on it again with his thumb. he continues doing this for about 15 minutes. as i watch the movie im beginning to get utterly freaked out by it. one particular scene makes me jump into boris's arms like a child. i switch positions and crawl over him, propping my back up on the couches arm rest. i'm basically on top of him, im squeezed in between him and the arm rest, my ass half on his lap and half sinking in the sliver of space i've scooted my way into.
as soon as i get settled, his hand returns to my thigh once again, rubbing it slowly up and down. "is ok?", he whispers in my ear, sending shivering down my spine. i nod, not taking my eyes off the screen. "use your words. i making you nervous hm?", he whispers cockily in my ear. EXCUSE ME? i swear this man has me wrapped around his lengthy ass fingers. alright you fucker, my turn. i smile and lick my bottom slightly as i turn my head to meet his gaze. "oh no, your not making me nervous. i'm just wondering if my thigh is the only thing you can trace circles on.", i whisper innocently before turning my head right back around to watch the movie. i see his jaw slightly drop from the corner of my eye. he must have not expected my words, cause he's silent for the next thirty seconds. however, the silence doesn't last long, he brings his lips back to my ear, "trust me lalka, if i wasnt a gentleman, and potter wasnt here, i'd show you everything these fingers do.", he tells me, i can practically hear the smirk i'm sure is planted on his face. funny how his english is almost perfect when he's talking like this to me. "i'm sure you would. all talk, hm? maybe you should drop the gentlemen morale for a little while.", i whisper in a voice that's so low while my head is pointed to the tv i'm not even sure he can hear me. "i'll have you whining my fucking name, i can promise you that.", he says as he grips my thigh especially tight. OH? he definitely sees the expression on my face because i hear him let out a small chuckle. time to play a little game i like to call: how much self control does boris have. i reach under the blanket and grab his hand, slowly moving it up my inner thighs. right when his fingers are about to hit the spot i've been trailing them towards he moves his hand from my grip and trails back down my inner thigh, lightly pinching my skin as he does so. he lets out a low throaty chuckle and makes a "tsk" noise as he takes his free hand and turns my face towards his. his eye brows are furrowed and a smirk is on his face. alright. i'll try harder. i lean my head forward as if im going in for a kiss, then pass by his lips moving my head to his ear. "please bor?", i say in a whiny voice. he grabs my face immediately and turns my head to get access to my ear. "impatient are we? whiny girls don't get what they want. good girls who do what they're told do. are you going to be a whiny girl, or a good girl?", he says moving his hand up my thigh all the way under to my shirt to my left boob. "a good girl.", i say softly. i almost let a whimper escape my lips when i feel his cold hand palming my breast, but cover it up with a fake small cough so that theo doesn't hear. yes yes, i know theo knows about boris and i, but still im not tryna make him uncomfortable. "im sorry, i couldn't hear you.", boris says still beside my ear. i can feel his breath on my neck. this is absolutely positively making me feral. i repeat myself, only loud enough for boris to hear, "a good girl.". "that's better", he says before placing a small kiss on my neck and letting go of my face. ok so i lost that game. boris not only has self control, but he has apparently read the manual on exactly what to say to get me horny as fuck. also it's tweaking me out how good his English is when he's talking "dirty" to me. it's like a whole new boris has just emerged...and im heavily fuckin with it.
his hand continues to rest under my shirt as we watch the movie silently. i know he's having fun with this because every 10 minutes he brushes his fingers lightly across my nipples, and lets out a low chuckle as he sees my breath hitch. i'm gonna try something, bare with me. i lean forward a bit, moving my back from the are rest, and i pretend to be stretching forward. i bend far enough to touch my ankles and as i begin to sit back up, i let my hand lightly brush against his dick. i knew it. mans is rock fuckin hard. just as boris looks like he's going to say something, theo turns to us. "i'm gonna make popcorn, you two want any?", he asks getting up. boris quickly removes his hand from under my shirt as he and i simultaneously shake our heads no. i look back at the screen and see that the movie is over. as theo walks over to the kitchen, boris stands up, "i come back, don't worry.", he says moving a strand of hair out of my face. he smirks at me, then turns around to walk down a hallway on the left of the couch. that was certainly interesting. my face feels hot, and the rest of my body feels cold from boris's absence. i take my phone off of the side table and check the time, 6:49 pm. as i begin to turn my phone over, it buzzes.
boris
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you driving me crazie.
i see the notification on my lock screen and immediately look behind me to check if theo's lurking near me. i see him in the kitchen, fidgeting with the microwave. i smile and take a deep breath as i open my phone and press my "messages" app. i open boris's contact. holy fuck. let's just ignore the typos in the text and talk about the picture on my screen. boris is standing in front of a bathroom mirror, holding up his shirt enough for me to see the outline of his dick pressing up against his jeans. my eyes stare at his jeans for a good moment, but something else catches my attention. i don't know i didn't notice the first night we met, and he got into the pool only wearing his boxers. but he has a tattoo on the very bottom of his stomach right above his dick.
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this, my friends, is the straw that broke the camel's back. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT BE FOAMING AT THE MOUTH WHEN I SEE THISSSS. i text him back quickly.
boris<3
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you driving me crazie.
your the one teasing me.
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he comes back into the living room, phone in hand, shaking his head and smiling. he sits back down beside me, pulling me down and laying the back of my head on his lap. "i didn't know you have a tattoo.", i say looking up at him while he runs his fingers through his hair. he looks down at me smirking, "you like it, eh?", he says to me. "it's sexy.", i tell him in a low voice as theo comes back into the living room, popcorn in hand. boris leans down and kisses me softly on the lips, before breaking away. "maybe i let you taste it later.", he says in a voice barley above a whisper. "let her taste what?", theo asks as he plops himself back down on the chair and throws a piece of popcorn to popchyk. boris looks up at him with a smile, "my tattoo.", he say nonchalantly with a shrug. my face turns bright red and i prop myself up on my elbows, before turning around to look at theo. "oh cmon dude i don't wanna know that.", theo says crinkling his face. "you ask potter, i tell you.", boris says with a chuckle. "lucy don't do it, if you lick him you may get some foreign disease.", theo says to me with a smile. "noted, thank you theo.", i say with a giggle before plopping my head back down on boris' lap. boris looks down at me and winks with a smile before looking back up at the tv. i hear two people talking from the speakers and assume theo put on another movie, but i decide to continue staring at boris as he watches the movie. after about five minutes of just sitting and watching boris, my eyes feel heavy. i decide it's okay to close them for a while. i drift into a dream as i hear the tv in the back of my mind.
i wake up to boris shaking my shoulder gently. i open my eyes. " you want smoke with me and potter?", he says with a smile when he sees my eyes open. i crinkle my eyebrows in suspicion of his words. do i want smoke with theo and him? my half asleep mind fills in the words absent from boris's sentence. i sit up and rub my eyes, "do i want to smoke with you guys?", i ask him yawning. "yes. i say it wrong?", he asks me as he combs out my messy bangs with his fingers. "no, not really. i understand what you're saying, but make sure to say 'do you want to' instead of 'you want', if you're ever asking anyone else that. if you don't they may think your trying to fight them.", i say with a giggle. he looks confused, "smoke means fight?", he asks genuinely interested. "sometimes it does.", i say stretching. theo chimes in, "i've already tried to explain it to him, he doesn't understand it.", theo says as he appears out of the kitchen holding a Gatorade bottle. boris just shrugs and helps me off the couch. "what time is it?", i ask boris as i put on my shoes. he glances down at his phone, "9:23", he tells me. "oh shit", i say remembering my plan of going home at 9:30. "what's wrong?", boris asks looking at my worried. "no nothing, i just have to go home. i wanna be there when my mom gets home.", i tell him grabbing my phone from the side table. "i take you home, we can smoke on the way.", boris says with a smile. "thank you bor.", i say leaning up and pressing a quick peck on his cheek. "i'm coming too, you two are not about to smoke without me.", theo says before heading to the front door. boris and i follow behind him as he walks out the door, and up to boris's car. we all get in and theo reaches in the glove box, pulling out a small pre rolled joint. he lights it and takes a few puffs before handing it to me. i lean back in my seat and inhale the smoke, releasing it from my nose after a second or two. we all are pretty much silent as boris drives, we pass around the joint until we reach my house. "see ya tomorrow!", i tell them as i hop out of the car. i go up to boris's window and kiss him. hopefully i see him tonight.
a/n: forgive me for this part, but i must give the people what they yearn for.💋
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writing-rat · 2 months ago
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Puppy Love
Pairings: Mabel x Pip
Content: Fluffy stuff
Summary: Pip loves Mabel and decides to ask to marry her
WC: 1308
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It had been close to 4 years since Pip met Mabel and Pip was thankful every day for that, and so was Mabel. She was in a bad situation after all but luckily Pip had saved her. They had become friends when Pip went to Massachusetts on a holiday with her step-dad, mom and Josh. She had gone out on a run, needing to be away from her family. That was when she ran into a shorter person, a person with a black eye and clearly emotional. “You ok?” Pip asked almost immediately, concerned about the older woman. “Of course I am,” Mabel snapped. 
“I know you aren’t. I’m Pip, also known as Pippa Fitz-Amobi,” Pip spoke with that smile that said she wasn’t budging. Mabel tried to get away but Pip kept following her until they reached a breakfast place where Mabel reluctantly walked in, knowing that the girl would follow. She had heard of her, having solved a ‘solved’ case where it wasn’t actually. She looked up to her for that but not now. 
She needed to deal with this in peace. 
Just as she was about to walk into the place itself (it having double doors), she looked at Pip. “I have heard of you. Go out now, it isn’t safe right now,” she spoke. Pip raised an eyebrow and shook her head. Mabel groaned. “At least stand out then I will answer any question you have. There?” Mabel offered. Pip grinned and then nodded as she walked out, going on her phone as she was waiting. That was how they met, how Pip managed to help the boat crew and make it legal. She also made sure to help Mabel, knowing of her home life. Pip was sad when they had to go but she promised to always text her and she had. After 2 years they got together, Pip being 20 at that point and Mabel being 23. 
Best of all, Mabel was able to move to the UK and Mabel had already found a job. 
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Pip was now 22 and Mabel was 25 and they lived together. Pip had finished her degree and became a journalist. She was happy with life, with all her friends being successful. Ravi was still one of her best friends too even if she had friendzoned him. Ravi accepted it though, soon finding another crush. Pip was currently with Ravi as they were planning something. “There is a festival soon for Bonfire night. Why don’t you propose there?” he offered. Pip was thinking then nodded. “Sounds like a good idea. She does love Bonfire Night,” she stated.
 
The plan was now on a go.
After a week, it was time. Pip and Mabel were at home as they were getting ready. Mabel was wearing some nice jean shorts and one of Pips’s oversized tops as well as hoodies. Pip meanwhile was wearing some cargo pants and her ‘Talk Nerdy To Me’ shirt with a blue flannel. Spraying some perfume on, she glanced over at Mabel and couldn’t help but admire her. “What?” Mabel asked with a laugh, used to Pip staring and admiring her.
“Nothing, you just look beautiful baby,” Pip answered truthfully, sidling next to Mabel who was grabbing her things, mainly her phone and battery pack. Pip also grabbed her stuff as she kissed Mabel’s cheek, her spare arm going around her girlfriend’s waist and pulled her in closer. “You’re clingier than usual,” Mabel spoke suspiciously, looking at her. Pip shrugged.
“It’s just your favourite night so I want to be close to you,” she explained, not wanting the Latina to catch on. Mabel sighed but she smiled and nodded. She appreciated Pip so much. She was the best thing in her life.
After 20 minutes they arrived at the venue and Pip was excited, seeing her family minus Josh. She waved at them, the same as Mabel as they walked over together. “Hey mom, dad. Where’s Josh?” Pip asked, slight worry waving over her. It was probably from the trauma of the Andie Bell case, the Max Hasting case, the Stanley Forbes incident and the Duct Tape Killer case. Not that anyone but Mabel, Ravi, Naomi, Cara, Zach, Connor, Jamie, Nat and Becca knew about it. Potentially Detective Hawkins too.
“He’s with his friends over in the park. Hi Mabel by the way, how are you both?” Pip’s mom asked.
“We’re doing good,” Mabel responded for them both. “Excited for Bonfire night,” she added, staring at Pip with those adoring, loving eyes. Pip stared back just with the same amount of passion and love as she was grinning. 
“I’m glad you found someone chicken,”  Victor spoke. Pip blushed a bright red. 
“Thanks, Dad,” she responded, leaning into Mabel before she spotted her friends. “I’m gonna go see my friends now, I’ll see you later Mom, sad,” Pip spoke. Victor nodded as well as her mom, happy to see her daughter happy. She did have a few rough years from age 16 to 20 after all.
Mabel continued to chat with her parents, Pip going over to her friends. “Are you nervous?” Cara asked with a smirk, her arms wrapped around Naomi as they were still clinging to each other after all the events that had happened.
“Yes, but I know Mabel will say yes. Jamie, you got your guitar?” she asked. Jamie nodded.
“And the tune is Chasing Cars,” he spoke. Pip nodded. Mabel loved the song Chasing Cars so she decided that would be the song that would play before she proposed. 
“I think the show will start in 15 minutes so we better get prepared soon. Front or back of the crowd?” Nat asked, looking down at Pip with a small smile. 
“I think back because it’ll be less busy,” Pip explained. Everyone nodded, walking to the back as Mabel, Victor and Pip’s mom came over as well as Josh with a few of his friends. She was immediately tackled into a hug.
Josh had gotten into rugby so he was much stronger and he even nearly knocked Pip down. “Woah buddy, you’re stronger huh?” she teased and ruffled his hair.
“I missed you, I miss you being at home,” he whined. 
“I still visit 2 times a week,” she laughed.
“Still,” he whined. Pip glanced over at Mabel who was watching with a fond smile. Eventually, Josh pulled away, and Pip saw she had 9 minutes to do the plan. She discreetly nodded to Jamie as he started to play immediately. Mabel glanced over as she was confused, not knowing what was going on. That was when Pip spoke.
“Mabel, I have known you for multiple years now. Yes, I know we started dating a few years ago but you are the light of my life, my rock. You make me believe in myself, in my dreams. You make the world light up around me, make me wish you were by my side all the time. You have shaped my entire life and made me feel better even after everything we went through. Yes, we may quarrel sometimes but we are like Yin and Yang. Will you marry me?” Pip asked, going on one knee as she got the ring out of her pocket and opened it. Mabel, with tears in her eyes, nodded before she tackled Pip into a hug. The box was closed just as quickly, making sure the ring couldn’t get lost. Mabel kissed Pip gently, tears streaming down her face as the 2 girls held each other.
“I take that as a yes?” Pip asked, noticing Jamie looped the song, her friends cheering.
“Of course,” Mabel responded. Pip grinned as she stabilised herself and put the ring on her now-fiancé’s finger and kissed her again.
 
She felt like a lucky girl, knowing she’d be with Mabel forever.
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perdidosbucky-yyo · 3 years ago
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L.O.V.E
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Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Plus size!Fem!Reader (no mention of ethnicity)
Summary: Bucky wants to offer you more than love
Warnings: underage drinking (reader is 20), a little low self esteem, self image issues, smutty (foreplay, implied oral and smut), tiny amount of angst, shitty father (not the reader’s), mention of a gun.
Wc: 4k
a/n: a little late buuut, Happy valentines everyone! I have very mixed feelings about this one lol, also,this was supossed to be pure fluff lmao, oh well
 I hope you enjoy <3 And I would like to specify that the reader had a tough time figuring out what she wanted to do after high school so that’s why she JUST applied for collage (it’s ok to not know what you want for your life, there’s no rush, you get to choose your own path).
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L is for the way you look at me
“Look at those damn eyes” you whispered to your best friend, clutching her forearm but never breaking eye contact with the handsome stranger across the poorly lit room, “It’s like they have a life of its own and they want to consume me” you whisper almost out of breath, heart thumping as if you just ran a marathon, the woman next to you chuckled “alright, no more beer for you”, she says as she takes your drink away but you don’t even notice; you’d seen him before back in high school, he always picked up his sister. Whether it was the alcohol or your corny romantic side, you’d swear those cerulean blue eyes were your home, shining with adoration along with a stupid-hot cocky smirk, at this point you’re starting to doubt he’s even looking at you, no one has ever seen you the way he is right now, it’s unsettling in the best way possible.
Too self-conscious to let yourself think that a tatted 6’3 adonis would be interested in you, after an internal debate, you willed yourself to look away, maybe he’s way too drunk to see you clearly, maybe he’s a jerk that wants to get his dick wet, you wouldn’t be surprised at this point. 3 annoying songs later as you were about to finish your last beer, a hand came up from behind you, stealing your drink, about to complain, words lost all meaning, blue eyes took a big sip and made an exaggerated refreshing sigh, putting down the bottle you feel like his eyes bore into your very being, tongue licking his pink lips he clears his throat, “Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?” he says with the biggest grin.
O is for the only one I see
Walking down to the beach with Bucky hand in hand, you find some of your former classmates staring and pointing at you with shock and subtle disgust, dread makes your stomach drop, already regretting letting Bucky convince you to wear a bikini instead of an oversized shirt and shorts.
As if he sensed your distress, blue eyes stops and drops the bags in the sand so he can cradle your face and kiss you breathless in front of everyone, stating that you’re his and he’s proud of it, head light and dizzy you pull away with a giggle to breathe, not being finished with you, he pulls you closer by the neck and pecks your lips, giving you a wink that sends butterflies to your stomach.
Once you were able to find a spot to put a blanket and settle all of your stuff, laying down facing each other, Bucky reached for your face to move a stray hair behind your ear, then with a frown on his features he cupped your cheek “Sorry I couldn’t rent a nicer spot with an umbrella, hammocks and all that
 is just my Ma needed me to help her out and I-“, you inmediatelly schooched closer to him with a smile on your face “Buck, it’s ok, I don’t mind, really, besides, it’s pretty expensive, I don’t-“, cupping your face with both hands, with an exasperated look he rests his forehead against yours “I want to treat my girl”, rolling your eyes at him you place your hand on top of his “Jamie this is perfect
 so we’ll get a little sunburned” you shrug “no biggie, now would you please drop that frown?” you whisper as you tenderly nudge your nose against his, hand gently caressing the tatoo on his shoulder. At the use of his first name, he relaxes, but still not convinced, the man sighs and gives you a small smirk, whispering in your ear “only if you let me put sunscreen on you”, his warm breath, despite the heat sends a shiver down your spine, noticing your reaction Bucky starts placing soft kisses from your jaw down you neck, making whimper.
Still in your little paradise with Bucky, you failed to notice that a group of girls in bikinis that barely covered their goods was approaching, a shrill voice cut through, making you wince “hey handsome, wanna play?”, swallowing down a bitter “fuck off” you sighed, your body tensed and you kept your head down, of course they assumed he would ditch the fatty for them, and for a second you wouldn’t blame him
 Not even sparing them a look, Bucky tilted your chin up and gave you a quick kiss on your cheek, a small smile on his lips, and a look in his eyes that said everything you needed to know.
Hoping they would get the message, a yellow and blue ball rolled up between you, “C’mon we won’t keep you long from your friend” one of the girls from the back whined “she doesn’t mind, don’t you sweetie?” said the blonde in a condescending tone, before you could fire back, Bucky threw the ball at them, hard, it would’ve definitely hit them in the face but they managed to dodge it, with a stone-cold face he seethed “not interested”, color draining from their faces, with a few scoffs, what the hell man? and whatevers, they walked away.
Turning to face him you couldn’t help but laugh “you were so mean” you teased as you poked his chest, grabbing you by the waist, blue eyes tackled you and got on top of you, almost making your heart jump out of your chest “They don’t matter sweetheart, I only see one person” he murmured with pure honesty, hands wandering every curve and roll with the utmost tenderness and adoration, you were so enthralled by his eyes that you couldn’t even care enough to freak out that he was touching the parts of your body you wouldn’t even acknowledge some days, you felt safe in his arms, completely seen and still worthy.
V is very very extraordinary
When Bucky got the call that he was gonna have to work on a Sunday night he was about to hang up but then his boss specified the car he was gonna work on, an Aston Martin DB5
 he thought it was a fucking joke until he saw it in person, how this beauty of a car ended up in in a shitty auto-repair shop in a nowhere town was a mystery to him, but the pay was decent and that’s all he needed to know.
Shop empty, he was burning the midnight oil with you next to him, sitting on a pouf chair just a few feet away, The Smiths playing in the background as you rambled on about how disappointing Game of Thrones final season was “they did my Khaleesi so dirty” you huff out, Bucky chuckles as you take a deep breath to compose yourself “You know better than to bring up Game of Thrones” you whine, feeling a little embarrassed over your rant, Bucky knew exactly what he was doing, he loved hearing your voice, especially when you talked about things you were passionate about.
2:00 in the morning, you walk up to your disheveled and greasy boyfriend, handing him a cup of coffee “black with three sugars” you wink, Bucky takes a sip and places the drink down, “C’mere baby, I wanna thank you” he puckers his lips, waiting for yours, with a whine you stay put “but you’re so dirtyyy, I just got this shirt” you muster your best puppy eyes, with a clenched jaw he signals you with his finger to move, “I said c’mere”, his eyes shone with mischief, the sound of his stern voice echoed through the room, making your body react before your mind, walking up to him and placing your arms around his shoulders, gently gripping your jaw with his hand while the other slid down your bottom, his lips crashed with yours, a gentle kiss that slowly grew needy, like he couldn’t believe he’s been away from you this long, your soft lips are now a comfort he’s grown used to over the last months. With a content sigh, he hesitantly lets go of you, shit-eating grin as he sees your face, shirt, and jeans covered in grease, “happy now?” you ask with a laugh.
“Can’t believe I let you do this” you whisper as you tapped your foot nervously, nails digging into your forearms, the smell of leather and his scent barely soothing you, “relax doll, I’m being careful, it’s my ass on the line anyways” he chuckles as he drives through the highway with one hand on the leather wheel and his other hand rubbing your thigh “both hands on the wheel BUDDY, we’re not crashing a priceless classic on my watch”, with a playful eye roll he takes his hand off your thigh, you immediately miss the warmth but decide to stay quiet, enjoying the comfortable silence.
Reaching your destination, Bucky pulls over and pulls down the windows, the warm breeze and sound of waves crashing overwhelm your senses, reaching for his hand you interlace your fingers, turning to face him you notice that he was already looking at you, a serious look on his face, with the tiniest hint of a smile, “what?” you ask with a grin as you feel your cheeks heat up “you’re fucking beautiful” he says, thumb rubbing your palm, and in that very moment, as if he was in cahoots with the universe, the moonlight hits his eyes, making them bluer than ever before, your breath hitches, “you’re one to talk” you murmur, leaning in to hover over his lips, relishing in the warmth he radiates and his intoxicating smell.
“Don’t you just love how each time the waves crash it rumbles through your body? It’s like a giant is walking right next to you”, you wonder out loud, laying down, head on his lap, legs in the sand, with a sweet smile Bucky kisses your forehead, “don’t change the subject sweetheart”, with a defeated sigh you avoid his stare, “fine
 what I meant was, I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m nothin’ special, I’m gonna live an ordinary life, and that’s ok, I mean, I’ll go to college, pay for the rest of my life for a degree that I probably won’t even use, get a crappy job that’s gonna drain me so much that I’ll only want to be a couch potato at home
 it’s fine, there’s nothing wrong with that”.
After a few minutes of silence, blue eyes helps you sit up, assuming he silently agreed, you were about to change the subject but as you turned to see him, a knot formed in your throat, he was on his knees, hands cupping the back of your neck, fingers between your hair, gripping you tightly as if begging you for something, glassy eyes full of emotion making your whole world turn to a stop, “I don’t think you grasp just how fucking amazing you are doll” he pleads, “your heart
 is so kind, even to those that don’t deserve it, and you’re so sweet and so frigging strong baby” he laughs which makes you laugh, “and your mind works in a way that amazes me, nothin’ special my ass” he mimmicks your voice with an eye roll, thumbs caressing your temples he smiles “you’re extraordinary, and
 I love you” he murmurs, all you can do in response is tackle him to the ground and smother him in kisses.
E is even more than anyone that you adore
Gerry Rafferty’s Right Down the Line is blasting through the speakers, your mint-green dress and hair flowing as you’re being twirled by your blue-eyed man. Bucky thought you looked heavenly
 breathless, you were always beautiful but seeing you free of inhibitions, hair on the wind, contagious laughter, wearing a dress that accentuated your body, it was a sight to behold. He could barely keep his hands off of you, he was always handsy, it was his love language, but when under the influence, he became a 6’3 needy, clingy, hungry koala bear.
Because you almost crashed into the bride and groom, between giggles and laughs you tried pulling Bucky out of the dance floor “c’mon Jamie, we’re way too drunk to dance” you said as you pulled him by the collar, making him trip a little, with a grimace he scoffs “you can NEVER bee too drunk to dance baby”, almost turning his back on you and going back dancing, you reach his arm and get on your toes, whispering in his ear, moments later he dramatically gasps “YOU DIRTY DOG! Buy me dinner first” he yells, making a few heads turn, which makes your face turn red, before you could jab him he wrapped his arms around you and dragged you out of there wheezing and laughing. Thankfully your whole family was drunk and too and focused on your cousin and his bride to notice that Bucky stole two champagne bottles and a hotel key, “Buckyyy you’re gonna get us in trouble” you hissed, probably making more fuss than you should’ve, laughing his ass off, Bucky just takes your hand while holding two bottles in the other, failing miserably at leaving the room quietly and unnoticed.
Dress and tux discarded long ago, you two were in bed, both bottles of champagne downed, you in a set of black lingerie and Bucky in red trunks. After an intense make-out session, you were straddling his lap, his hardened bulge beneath your clothed core, hands in his hair, lips on his neck as you recovered your breath. “You’re always so soft” he murmurs against your neck as his hands stroke your back and arms, making you chuckle, you move your head to look at him, admiring the tattoos on his shoulder your mouth starts to salivate, but once your eyes connect you sigh in content “I love you, you big ol’ softie”.
Biting his lip, he grips your big thighs and flips you down, a yelp escaping your lips, once he’s on top of you, he starts peppering you with kisses starting with your face, “love was made for me and you doll” he says with a dopey smile, “Romeo and Juliet would be fucking jealous of us” he growls into your skin, the smell of your perfume driving him crazy, his words make you giggle “someone’s drunk” you tease but then you’re cut off, each sound he made as he worshiped your body was intoxicating, you couldn’t focus.
Nipping the crevice of your breasts he marks you, each gentle bite a declaration of his devotion to you, as his warm tongue laps up each mark, your back arches, he wants people to know that you let him own you, you want to be his, he’s completely ruined you for anyone and you’re happy about it. A particular harsh bite makes you gasp, making him preen. Moving down to your stomach, your breath starts to pick up, his kisses are more teeth and tongue, and he knows exactly where to kiss you, he knows your body better than you at this point, he knows how to get you begging for him.
Grabbing you by the ankles he pulls you towards him and takes off your panties before placing your legs on his broad tattooed shoulders, kneading your thick thighs, his fingers dig into your soft skin, Bucky starts leaving a trail of hot open kisses on your legs. Closing in on your core you start to squirm more “stay still sweetheart, I want to make you feel good”, taking a deep breath you grip the sheets, trying not to move too much, “you deserve to feel good baby, you deserve everything good in this world” he moans against your inner thigh “I’m going to give you the world, I promise” he whispers thinking you didn’t hear because of the state of your contorted face, chuckling he dives in.
Multiple orgasms and a two-hour nap later, both of you laid naked, Bucky on his back and your head on his chest with one leg over his waist, sheets crumpled and tossed aside, tracing your back with his finger Bucky stared at the ceiling, there was so much he wanted to say, but you just looked so damn peaceful in your sleep, and as if you read his thoughts, your voice interrupted his train of thought “You have something on your mind” you mumble with a sleepy voice and your eyes closed, in shock, Bucky laughs “how did you know?”, moving up your head to see him, you throw him your best smile “I’m not spilling my secrets just yet”.
You move away from his chest and lean your head on your hand, after he does the same he scrunches his nose “what did I do to deserve you?” he wonders out loud, biting the inside of your cheek you refrain from saying something corny, after a moment of silence “I meant what I said, you deserve the world, and I’m going to give it to you” he claims with a determined look you’ve never seen before, he really means it

“Our wedding is gonna kick this wedding’s ass” he smirks, which makes you giggle, “you’re gonna get your college degree and be a hot-shot artist
 I’ll get my act together, we’re gonna see the world, maybe get you knocked up” he whispers that last part with a wicked grin, your eyes widen, you can’t even picture yourself pregnant right now, but you’re not closed to the possibility. Hearing him talk about the future made you smile from ear to ear, holding his hand you bite your lip “I like the sound of that
 but what made you think of all this?”, jumping on top of you he starts attacking you with kisses “I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I saw you sweetheart”, he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, arching your eyebrow, knowing he’s holding back makes him sigh “and also
 I got a job offer”.
Love is all that I can give to you
It’d been 10 minutes since you parked outside of the bus station, neither of you spoke
 you couldn’t, you’ve been dreading this day since the moment he told you he got a job (which he hasn’t been able to explain what it is exactly) in New York. Those last few months you spent every day together, barely being apart for more than two days, and of course you wanted to beg him to stay but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, deeply afraid of the answer you remained quiet.
Interrupting your train of thought you felt his hand nuzzle in your neck, but you immediately moved away from his touch, making his face drop, shaking your head you bit your lip trying to suppress a sob, with glassy eyes Bucky bit the inside of his cheek, and without even asking he cupped your face tightly, and kissed your forehead, a tear sliding down his face, “I’ll come back for you” he whispered and got out of the car.
You watched him leave you behind, your pride was begging you to start the car and go, but the ache in your heart wouldn’t allow it. Getting out of the car you shouted for him, following him inside you were able to reach him, both of you had red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, and you couldn’t stand the thought of him being sad, even if it was his own doing. Taking a deep breath you took a step closer but still kept arm's length distance
 like a stranger, as if you didn’t love him with everything you are, “why are you doing this to us?” you say with a shaky voice, willing yourself not to scream at him, lower lip trembling he tries to take a step closer but you back away, “I’m doing this for us!”, you shake your head, refusing to believe him, “ if you go there won’t be an us” you cry, at that Bucky storms towards you and grips your waist “no matter where we are I’ll always be yours, and you’ll always be mine” he declares, those blue eyes piercing your soul, you knew he was right.
“Every moment we spent together, every touch, every conversation, they.still.matter, whether I’m a bus ride away or in fucking China, no matter how much time passes
 there’s no me without you”, searching in his eyes for any lie or doubt you find none, so your hands fly to the back of his neck and you pull him for a passionate kiss.
As your tongues dance with each other, you grip his long hair and his fingers dig into your skin, definetely leaving a bruise for later, you don’t even mind, all you want is for him to stay
 “please don’t leave me” you whisper against his lips in a last attempt to convince him, sniffling, he cups your face and musters a small smile, “if I stay, love is all I can give to you
 and that’s not enough sweetheart” he pleads, almost letting his voice break, and before you could say anything back he rubs your temples, begging you to listen to him “right before my dad walked out on us, the last thing he said to me was provide, not even take care of your Ma, or look out for your sister, provide
 being a shitty mechanic earning minimum wage ain’t gonna cut it anymore, my family deserves better than that, and you ARE my family doll, I need to do this and I need you to trust me”. He takes your hand and kissed your knuckles before placing it in his heart “will you?” he mouths, looking at you like you hold his entire world, and without a second thought you nod.
There’s so much more you want to say but as you checked the clock you knew his bus would leave soon, so you wrapped your arms around him and clung to him, finally letting out a propper sob as you felt him kiss your temple and neck. Staying like that for as long as you could
 you being the first to let go, he cups your face like he’s done a million times before and kisses you, noses nudging each other you whisper “I love you Bucky”, nodding with glassy eyes, “I love you” he whispers back and finally walks away.
Two in love can make it
It wasn’t easy, being apart from him
 no one really understood why you were so heartbroken “you were barely one year together” they all would say, you couldn’t blame them, saying it out loud, it did sound crazy, maybe it really was a fling, ‘young love’. As the time passed you learned it wasn’t just a fling, four years of college passed and you still had no desire to start a new relationship or even a simple hook up, not that you had many suitors but still, your love for your blue-eyed man never wavered. You stayed in contact, messaging as much as you could, a call at least once a month, they were bread crumbs but they kept you from starving.
Today had been a particularly hard day, you argued with your mom over the dirty dishes, ran out of money so you had to take the bus to work, ran late so you got yelled by your shitty boss, only to get yelled by a shitty customer, spilled hot coffee on yourself and to top it all, you forgot to bring your lunch
 so it was safe to say that at the end of your shift you were more than done.
Shop empty, after cleaning everything spotless you went to the back to get your stuff and the sound of someone coming in made your stomach drop “rushing back front to tell them you were closed, your body froze and all words died on your tongue “You believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?” the bastard said with a knowing smirk, your bad mood disappeared and without thinking twice, you ran towards his open arms, and oomph leaving his mouth as you crashed into him, arms immediately wrapping around his middle and his cradling your head.
Pulling away to get a better look at you he bites his lips “you haven’t aged a bit doll, still just as beautiful as the day I met ya” he says with a hand over his heart, swooning. He hadn’t aged as well, he was still an adonis but he did look different, he looked more buff (if that was even possible), he was wearing a perfectly tailored wide-lapel suit, his hair was cut short, a well-groomed beard around his face (you absolutely loved that) and even more tattoos, the ones on his hands and neck stood out the most for you, he looked impossibly good, he carried the same confidence but power oozed out of him.
Noticing you staring, blue eyes chuckled and took a step forward, the smell of mint- chocolate overwhelmed you, making your knees tremble, and as his face slowly approached yours, you realized that his hands were roaming your frame
 “tell me you’re still mine” he breathed out, taking a gulp your hands slid up to his chest, “always Jamie” you desperately nodded, praying he would believe you, “are you?” you timidly asked, “taking a hold of your jaw, face impossibly close and yet not enough he nods “there is no me without you” and before your lips could touch, a man with a gun in hand walks into the shop, you inmediatelly grip Bucky’s arm “Sir we need to get going”, after dismissing him, Bucky turns to you with a pleading look “ready to come home?”, there were so many questions you wanted to ask, and you weren’t really sure if he meant your home, New York or somewhere else, but you went with your gut. Once you closed the shop, you followed him to the limo that was waiting outside, sitting next to him you took his hand and looked into his beautiful cerulean blue eyes, they were the same, you knew they were home, you knew it from the moment you saw him.
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drei-mrssvechii · 3 years ago
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hi my love!!
can u write something for jamie drysdale?
maybe like i’m comforting you after u get a panic attack. he just seems like the sweetest person ever
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pairing: jamie drysdale x reader
word count: 550+
warnings: not proofread, probably some grammar mistakes
a/n: thanks for your request, i changed it a little bit, hope ur ok with it! i'm kinda vibing with this so hopefully you enjoy it!
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You knew freaking out over such a little thing as homework wasn’t the best thing to do. But there was no other way. The amount of work you had to do in such a short time was overwhelming you more than it should.
You had just started college a couple of months ago, but the method of organization that best worked for you was yet to be discovered. You would procrastinate and end up as today, stressed.
It was dramatic, yes. Yet you couldn’t stop your hands from trembling and the hot tears rolling down your cheeks. But you tried to keep the feelings aside just so you could continue working.
Now here you were, your chest moving up and down quickly even though you didn’t feel like the air was entering your lungs, your hands couldn’t stop shaking and you felt like you were about to explode. Until you heard the door, the sound of your boyfriend leaving his stuff near the door and greeting you, making his way into the house.
“I’m home, love” You wanted to answer but the pressure in your chest didn’t let you.
“Y/N?” When he reached the bedroom and saw you, sitting at your desk, red puffy eyes and shaking hands trying to hide the tears you were shedding, his heart broke a little and quickly approached you.
“Hey, hey. darling look at me” You really tried, but it was so hard to even think straight so you just leaned into his body seeking for him to comfort you. Which worried him even more, more than he already was “Y/N has someone done anything to you?” Again no answer “Please, baby
 Tell me, I want to help”
“I- I just
 I can’t” He caressed your cheeks cleaning your tears away, then left a kiss on your forehead
“Listen to me. Take a deep breath, yeah? Focus on me and take a deep breath” That’s what you did, followed his instructions which helped to calm yourself a little bit. “Wanna talk about it?”
It took you some time to answer but ended up nodding, if there was something you knew was that jamie would always be there for you, no matter the circumstances.
“I’ve been overwhelmed with college and everything going on. I feel like everything i do is wrong and even though i try
” Your voice broke a little but the light squeeze on your shoulders coming from jamie encouraged you to continue “It never works out and i don’t think i can’t take it anymore”
“Oh my- I’m so sorry babe” He pulled you closer to his body leaving kisses on the top of your head from time to time.
Slowly your hands stopped shaking and breathing was easier as the knot in your throat disappeared.
"Let’s do something,” He suggested, catching your attention.
“What?” Your answer came in a low hum, still not feeling the greatest.
“I’m running us both a warm bath, then we’ll put a movie on or whatever show you want. I’ll even make some popcorn for you and we can cuddle. deal?”
You smiled against his chest, then looked up just to find out he was too. “Deal?” He asked once again.
“Deal” Was the last thing you said before leaving a quick kiss on his lips.
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beauvibaby · 4 years ago
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single mom – j.benn
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a/n: this was a super random idea that just came to me, well really it was the grocery scene but it just clicked so
Your daughter, fast asleep on your lap, her head resting on your chest, you let the tears fall. You shifted her off of you and into her small bed, tucking her in before rushing out of the room, not wanting to wake her with your cries. You left her door cracked open, just how she had insisted she likes it, your mind racing back to the conversation you’d just had with her.
“I want daddy!” Jade shrieked at you, throwing her stuffed animal–from her father when she was first born–down onto the ground in protest. You looked at the three year old in warning, “Jade, honey, it’s time for bed.” You tried to push past the subject, you knew it was the wrong thing to do, but you had a long, exhausting day at work and you didn’t have the patience to have the conversation with her again that her father wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon. He seemingly decided that she was suddenly too much for him, leaving her at your fathers house with a letter for you and then disappearing entirely. You knew, when she was born, it would only be a matter of time until he abandoned her, already blaming you for getting pregnant. “I don’t want you! I want daddy.” She snapped, not only shattering your heart, but also making you grow frustrated. “You don’t say things like that, it’s mean, you hurt my feelings.” You told her as calmly as you could muster, she huffed, but didn’t say anything as you continued pulling out her clothes for school tomorrow. “Mommy, I’m sorry.” She whispered after a moment, clinging to your legs, you nodded down at her, not trusting your voice for a moment.
You trudged to your room, finally being able to remove those constricting work clothes. An office job, which you hated, but it was the only thing that worked with the hours you needed for Jade. You cried yourself to sleep that night.
***
“How much longer mommy?” Jade complained from her spot standing on the side of the cart, “we just need your snacks and then some cereal.” You assured the fussy girl, knowing she hated going grocery shopping with you. “Do you want fruit snacks or–Jade?!” You had only turned for a few seconds, to see what they had on the shelves, but now she was gone. “Jade!” You called, eyes darting around the aisle, you yanked your purse out of the cart, abandoning it in a panic of searching for your daughter. You ran up and down the aisles, trying to figure out where she could have gone. Cereal, the cereal, you turned around and all but ran to the other side of the store, praying and hoping that somehow she had found her way there. Your prayers were answered as you rounded the corner and you saw Jade standing beside a fairly tall man, “Jade!” You gasped, running over to her, yanking her up into your arms quickly. “You can’t do that, you can’t just walk away from me like that!” You rushed, not even noticing the guy standing there holding the exact box of cereal you were going to be buying. “I’m sorry, mommy.” Jade looked at you with wide eyes, never seeing you like this, because she’s never pulled a stunt like this.
“Umm, excuse me?” The man spoke up, making you turn towards him, Jade still being in your arms, “yes?” You answered him, trying to calm your racing heart. “I believe she was looking for this.” He held out the box of cereal, shaking it lightly, Jade smiling at him with her biggest smile. “Mr Jamie got it.” She told you, looking proud of herself for having help in getting the cereal off the top shelf. You let out a soft breathy laugh, “thank you, Uh, Jamie, I guess.” You spoke lightly, “anytime
” he trailed off, not knowing your name. “Y/N.” You called over your shoulder, beginning the trek to where your cart was hopefully still left.
Once you’d gotten back to your cart, you put Jade in it this time, despite her protests, “no, you did the one thing you’re not supposed to do.” You told her, not giving into her pout, she huffed and dramatically crossed her arms, not speaking to you for the remainder of the time in the store. She only spoke when you buckled her into her car seat, before loading the groceries into the trunk. “Can you play frozen?” She asked sleepily, you nodded at her tired face, turning the car on and playing the frozen soundtrack off of your phone, her eyes shutting as she hummed along to let it go, falling asleep nearly instantly. You glanced up at the sound of someone walking past, Jamie, of course, he didn’t notice you as he walked, but that was short lived as he walked up to the truck parked next to your car. You stayed silent, only smiling when you felt him looking over at you, “it’s not really polite to stare you know.” You quipped, shutting your trunk lightly, not wanting to wake Jade. “I wasn’t staring.” He defended, smirking softly, leaning against the side of his truck, his small amount of groceries already packed away. “Mhm, thank you for the cereal by the way, I’m sorry she bothered you.” You responded genuinely, realizing you were too worked up in the store to thank him. “It wasn’t a bother, she’s adorable.” He assured you, smiling as you glanced into the car at her. “She is.” You agreed, finding yourself wishing you had more conversation to have with Jamie.
“Have a nice day, Jamie.” You bid him goodbye, shoving your cart into the designated spot, “you too, Y/N.” He responded, eyes lingering as you got into your car.
***
Jamie watched as Tyler looked at him with a shocked expression, “you met a girl?” Tyler gaped at him, the two of them talking while getting ready for the game, “no, well yes, but no.” Jamie stumbled over his words, not even entirely sure what to say. “It’s a simple question, yes or no?” Tyler smirked, halting his process to give Jamie his full attention. “Ugh, ok I was at the store, and this little girl came up to me, asking if I could get her this cereal, then her mom came running around the corner looking for her.” Jamie explained, “they were both so sweet, and her mom, she was just stunning.” Jamie added, feeling his cheeks turn pink. “Did you get her number?” Tyler asked, as if it was so simple. “No! I don’t know if she’s got a boyfriend or anything, I can’t just assume she’s a single mom.” He rushed, making up excuses, “she was younger than me for sure too.” He added, as if that would be reason enough to not have an interest in you. “Oh come on, who cares if she’s younger, if you see her again, by some miracle, you have to make a move.” Tyler insisted, and they left the conversation at that.
“Dad, are you sure she’s not too young?” You asked for the hundredth time, adjusting your daughters loose jersey, he had become your go to babysitter, and he insisted on taking you and Jade to a hockey game, saying that she would watch them on tv when she was with him. ïżœïżœïżœShe’s not too young, she’s going to have a blast!” He laughed at your concern, taking her from you, he had gifted you both with plain, non player jerseys for the team, your father wasn’t loaded by any means, but he had worked hard in his life, and now that your mother had passed and it was just him, he sold the house and got a small condo, using the extra money to buy himself tickets to see his favorite team. “Alright, alright, let’s go.” You gave in, following him into the arena.
The seats were better than you had thought they would be, and you couldn’t deny how it made you a little extra excited. “Go down to the glass, see if you can get her a puck.” Your dad insisted, sending Jade with you, once you reached the boards, you lifted her up to be on your hip, they were doing warm ups, some of the players not bothering with helmets, one in particular caught your eye. He’d skated by so fast, but something about him looked vaguely familiar, you couldn’t place your finger on it, but you pushed it to the back of your mind as you told Jade to wave at them, hoping one of them would be kind enough to send a puck over for her. A few of them went by without even noticing you guys, then the familiar one came to a stop, ice flying up, making Jade giggle, she shocked you by knocking on the glass, causing him to turn around. You went wide eyed, and so did he. You watched as he held up a finger in a hang on motion, Jade laughed, watching him skate quickly across the ice, doing something quickly behind the bench. He rushed back over, making sure to send some ice up again for Jade as she grinned, he pointed to her through the glass and tossed a puck up in the air, you caught it and gave it to her. Then he pointed at you, tossing another puck over, except this one had writing scribbled on it.
“Can I have your number?”
You read it with a blush, looking up to see him shifting his weight back and forth on his skates, you nodded, sending Jade to your dad who was standing in the aisle watching, she rushed over to him, excited to show him the puck. Jamie tossed a silver sharpie over to you, a grin etched onto his face, you motioned to the puck, and he nodded. You wrote the number down, sending the sharpie and then the puck back over for him, giving him a short wave as he skated back to the bench, a few of the guys nudging his shoulders. Your dad was watching skeptically, “I’ve been told that you know, Mr Jamie.” He quoted your daughter, smiling fondly when you turned pink. “We met in the grocery store.” You went on to tell him the story until the game started, all three of you getting sucked in to the sport as it went on.
Once your dad had dropped you and Jade off at your home, you were exhausted, and carrying her up the stairs to your apartment was only more tiring as the elevator was currently out of service. Jade didn’t make a peep as you laid her down in bed, a smile on her sleeping face, you kissed her forehead lightly, “sweet dreams, baby girl.” You whispered.
Your phone vibrated on your nightstand as you got ready for bed, an unknown number on the screen.
“I’m glad Jade liked the puck, you could definitely pay me back by going on a date with me.”
It was a bold move on his part, but you didn’t mind one bit. You read the message three times before coming up with your response,
“Wouldn’t I just owe you more after you pay for me?”
Your smile widened as the three dots came up right away, you couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip in anticipation.
“I have a feeling that time with you will be priceless.”
If you weren’t already daydreaming about him, you definitely would be now.
***
“Are you sure?” You asked your dad for the third time since he got here, Jade happily eating her dinner while you two talked just out of her earshot, “I’m sure, you deserve to go out and have some fun.” He assured you, “she’ll be fine, worse comes to worse, you can say you had dinner with Jamie Benn.” Your dad added, smirking at the end. You lightly whacked his shoulder, “thanks for having faith in my ability to have a good date.” You joked, earning a deep laughter from your dad. “You’ll be fine, honey, now say goodbye to Jade and get going!” He pushed you towards your daughter, smiling as she looked up at you with a messy smile. “Where did you learn to eat?” You teased her, squatting beside her, wiping her face with a napkin, “kiss.” You demanded with a laugh, grinning as she pecked your cheek. “I love you.” You told her, getting a muffled one in response as she continued munching away on her food. “Promise you’ll call me for anything.” You pleaded with your dad as he pushed you out the door, “yes, I promise, have fun.” He shut the door before you could continue, giving you no option but to head out for your date, your nerves growing with every minute closer you got.
“Y/N!” You heard from across the parking lot, your head snapping up as you slid your purse onto your shoulder, “hey, Jamie.” You called as he approached, a smile etched onto his face. “You look great.” He grinned, looking over the dress you’d chosen, a casual dress, nearly maxi length with a light floral print. A Jean jacket over top. “Thank you.” You closed your car door as you spoke, “you look great too.” You complimented him, smiling as he offered his hand as you stepped up the curb. He shot you a toothy smile in response, opening the door to the restaurant, a cliche first date, but the effort he put in was very much appreciated. You couldn’t say in full honesty that you’d ever been taken on such a proper date, Jade’s father had really been your first true relationship, and it wasn’t the best at times. Or ever, really. “Two please.” Jamie spoke to the hostess, you had zoned out slightly, taking in the slightly eclectic look of the restaurant. Jamie pulled your seat out for you, only making you blush more. “Thank you.” You whispered as he took his seat across from you, “of course.” He smiled, picking his menu up, peering over it at you as you both browsed silently. You shifted a little nervously as you looked at some of the prices, Jamie glanced up at you, unsure if he should ask if you were alright. “So, what’s good here?” You asked, breaking the silence, he let out a laugh, setting the menu down. “Can I be honest?” He raised an eyebrow at you, your head falling into a cautious nod, “I’ve never been here before, some of the guys said I should take you here.” He looked a bit pink in his cheeks, you bit your lip to stifle back a laugh, “you know, Jamie, I’m perfectly fine with more of the typical burger and fries type of place.” You giggled, watching his smile falter, before it widened again, “let’s go.” He abruptly stood up, his chair making a noise in the quiet restaurant. He rushed you out the door, laughing the entire time as you looked at him in shock.
“We could’ve eaten here, I wasn’t trying to be–“ “Y/N, just live a little, I’d much rather go get a burger than whatever was on that menu.” He cut you off with a grin, “well,” you paused, fishing your keys out of your purse, “I do know a great little hole in the wall place a few blocks away.” You grinned at him, watching as he matched your look. “Shall we?” “We shall.”
“Thank you, Jamie, I had a great time.” You smiled up at him as you stood between your cars, he reciprocated the gesture, “so did I.” He mumbled, “we should do it again sometime.” He added, watching as you nodded slowly, easing his nerves significantly, “I’d like that, a lot.” You trailed off, meeting his eyes, you could tell that he saw the concern on your face. You hadn’t done this yet, since Jade, and now you weren’t sure how it would work. How long did you date before you introduced him as something other than just Jamie? What if you never made it that far? What– “Can I kiss you?” Jamie interrupted, chuckling when your jaw dropped for a moment, not expecting him to be so abrupt. You barely finished whispering a yes before his lips were on yours, his hands on either side of your face, you melted into them, your hands resting on his sides as you kissed him back. He let out a sigh of content as you pulled away, “yeah, we’re definitely going to have to do this again.” You mumbled, laughing along with him as he was caught off guard by your comment.
***
That was three months ago, somehow the two of you had been making it work in the middle of his busiest time of year, Christmas had just passed, and it was finally time to introduce him to Jade, properly, as your boyfriend, not just as the guy you’d met in the grocery store. “Where are we going?” Jade asked, holding your hand tightly as you walked with her through the tunnels that you quickly learned to maneuver, Jamie having you come to a couple of games so far, and insisting you come down afterwards. “You’ll see.” You assured her with a giggle, she bounced happily beside you, eyes going wide as she saw Jamie leaning against the wall, she’d seen him a couple of times, but totally oblivious to what was happening between the two of you.
“Jamie!” She shrieked, releasing your hand and running over to him, he easily squatted in front of her, smiling as she gave him a little hug. “Hey, Jade.” He murmured, glancing up at you as she began rambling about her day. “I like your shirt.” He told her when she finished, and she looked down to the stars jersey you’d slipped her in to, the same plain one your dad had gotten her, you on the other hand, had on your Benn jersey. Something Jamie had insisted on the second you two decided this was a serious committed relationship. “It’s just like the one you wear!” She told him, as if he didn’t already know. “Wow, that’s crazy.” He gasped, looking at it closely, as if it was new information, she laughed girlishly at him. “Jade?” You questioned, kneeling beside Jamie, suddenly terrified that your three year old would shame your relationship. “Jamie and I are dating, so you know what that means?” You asked her, Jamie glancing between the two of you. Jade tilted her head to the side, “that means you love him.” She answered, as if that was the correct answer, you smiled at your daughter, glancing over to Jamie, you hadn’t said it to him yet, but you were certain that you were in love with him. He stayed silent, but the grin on his face told you everything you needed. “Does that mean we’ll live together? Like you and daddy used too?” Jade gasped, suddenly excited at the idea. This time you were the one who stared and Jamie spoke, easing any nerves you had, “hopefully one day.” He assured her.
Jade was watching a quick video on your phone while you spoke to Jamie before the game, “I think that went well.” He shrugged, not really as concerned as you had been. “It did.” You sighed, hugging him quickly, knowing he had to get going, “Jamie.” You got his attention, cupping his jaw and leaning up to kiss him. “I love you.” You whispered, slowly stepping away from him, “I love you.” He grinned, “gonna play great now that I know that.” He shot you a wink, before going on to score two goals that night, one of them being the game winner.
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ssa-babygirl · 4 years ago
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Out of my League [Part 7]
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Single mom!Reader
Word count: 2.5k (i know it’s so short i split it up again so part 8 will be out quicker)
Summary: Months later, you finally get a call after midnight from Spencer and he seems
 off.
Warning(s): Angst, mentions of grief and death, swearing, allusions to schizophrenia, mentions of sex/smut, partially unedited cuz grammarly’s a lil BITCH but it’s ok i’m good at grammar
Author’s Note: HI IT’S HERE SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG HAVE FUN ENJOY I’M GONNA GO BACK TO MY DEPRESSIVE EPISODE NOW 
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10 Weeks Later
(Reader POV)
It was a little after midnight when you were jolted awake by your phone buzzing next to you. You just nearly rolled over and ignored it, but you were already up. You reached across your empty bed to your nightstand and turned your phone over, the bright screen burning your eyes. Squinting, you tried to read the name displayed across the top: ‘Doctor Spencer.’ 
You sat upright in bed immediately and answered, “Spence?”
His voice was a bit frantic, “I didn’t wake you up, did I?”
“No, I was up,” you lied, “What’s wrong?”
“How soon can you get here?”
You were already climbing out of bed and looking for your keys by the time he asked. He never called you that late unless something was wrong, “I’ll be right over.”
And that’s how you ended up driving through the almost deserted streets at top speed, racing to see the man who you hadn’t heard from in almost three months, the man who kissed you and then kicked you out, the man who needed you at nearly one in the morning.
The man you loved.
You didn’t drag your feet getting out of the car. You went straight up to Spencer’s floor and went to knock on the door before it swung open. Spencer was waiting for you. He only met your eyes briefly before turning away and walking back into his apartment, leaving the door ajar for you to enter.
“Spence—” you started before he cut you off.
“Am I crazy?”
The question caught you off guard, “What are you talking about?”
His fingers ran across the scars on his forearms, trying not to scratch, “Am I?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Answer me.”
“No, tell me what’s wrong here. It’s been months, I don’t even get so much as a text, I have to hear about how you are from JJ, and now you’re calling me over to your place at one in the morning, begging me to tell you you’re not crazy. What’s going on?”
“Emily’s alive.”
You hear the words from a million miles away behind walls and walls blocking the sound from your ears. You can’t move. Your voice feels like shouting, but sounds like a whimper, “What?”
“I can’t tell if it’s all a dream, or I made it up, or something, I don’t know, just please, tell me I’m not crazy.”
“Spencer.”
“Don’t. Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m just some kid. It’s the same exact look you gave me when I told you about Alexa! I hated it then and I hate it now, so just
 stop.”
You struggled to find words after his sudden outburst, all you could manage was “How—”
“She’s been hiding in Paris. Call her if you don’t believe me.”
You opened your mouth to say something, but Spencer was already dialing a number into his phone and handing it to you.
“Hello?” A groggy voice came from the speaker. It wasn’t Emily’s.
“Sorry to wake you up, JJ—”
“Y/N? What are you doing on Spencer’s phone?”
“Long story.” You chewed your lip for a moment, “Actually, no, it isn’t. What’s this about Emily?”
Dead air crackled through the phone.
“He told you?”
“Of course he did, he can’t sleep over it.” You avoided looking at him.
“Y/N, I’m sorry, I couldn’t tell anyone, you have to understand that.”
“I do. I just wish it hadn’t come to that.”
“Me too,” her voice was smaller than it was before, shrunken not by sleep but by guilt, “Wanna talk to her?”
“Is she there?”
“Yeah, she’s staying with Will and I until she finds a new place.”
“Well I don’t wanna bother her if she’s sleeping.”
“You think she’s sleeping?”
You almost laugh. Almost.
Before you can say anything else you hear a voice that you never thought you’d hear again, “Hey.”
The sound brought tears to your eyes as you were finally able to bring your gaze back to Spencer, “Oh my god
”
“Surprise!” You could hear the guilt bleeding through into Emily’s voice like she was scared you’d be angry with her, like any of this was her fault.
“You’re
”
“Yeah. It freaked me out too.” Yep. It was really her alright.
“How
 I was at your funeral, Emily.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t—”
“Don’t. Don’t apologize. You’re
” you fought back a sob, “you’re back now. That’s what matters now, okay?”
“I’ll take it.”
“And we have brunch plans soon, understand me? We have months to make up for.”
She laughed, god, did you miss her laugh, “It’s a date. Give my love to Jamie.”
“Of course. Bye, love you.” You weren’t missing your chance to say that to her again.
You lowered the phone from your ear and nearly dropped it from your loose grip.
“Am I crazy?” Spencer asked for what felt like the hundreth time.
“No.” You crossed the room and placed the phone onto the table beside him, “She’s alive.”
“Did she ever really leave? I mean this whole thing just feels so ridiculous it can’t be—”
“Do you trust me?”
His silence stung.
“Well do you?” you croaked.
“Yes! Of course I trust you, Y/N, you haven’t been lying to me!”
It was absolutely not the right time, but it’s not like timing had ever been your strong suit, “Actually I have, Spencer.”
“What?”
“There’s something I haven’t told you.”
“What? Is everything okay?”
“You seriously don’t know?”
“Y/N stop fucking with me what the hell are you talking about?” He rarely cursed with you, and his expression softened once he noticed your shock at his language.
“You’re either a shitty profiler or I really should have pursued acting—”
His jaw clenched once more, “Damn it, Y/N, what is it—”
You practically lunge yourself at him, pulling him down to your level by his collar and smashing your lips to his. His hands were quick to land on the small of your back, arms looping around your waist and pressing you close to his body as your hands danced from his collar to the nape of his neck, carding through the hair on the back of his head, the tears on both of your cheeks mingling, the past ten weeks of missing each other poured out into that kiss.
You weren’t the one to pull away this time. He guided his hands back down to your hips and pried himself away from your body, “Woah, wait, wait
” he mumbled against your lips as he tried to break the kiss. 
When his shining brown eyes met yours, he looked at you like it was the first time he ever saw you. He held your face like you were a precious thing made of glass.
“Is this real?” Was all he could muster. The hoarse whimper cut through to your heart and summoned a new wave of tears to your eyes. 
“This is real, I’m real,” you gestured between the two of you, “This is real.”
“You actually want this?”
You nod, breaking out into an earnest grin.
“Please say it.”
“I want this. I want you, Spencer.”
You just barely get the words out before his lips are on yours again. The kiss was brief before he broke it again, pressing his forehead to yours and just holding you close, taking heaving breaths and trying to memorize how you felt in his arms.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“You’ve done it before.”
“I meant for real. You deserved better than
” He tried to shake the memory from his head, ïżœïżœY/N, I—”
“Me too,” you rushed out, desperate for him to know already.
“Please let me say it, I’ve been waiting the last eighteen years.”
You let out a breathy laugh, “Okay, go.”
“I love you.” He sighed, peppering kisses against your smiling cheeks as he whispered, “I love you so much,” Kiss, “I have loved you ever since you helped me up off the locker room floor and I don’t think there’s been a minute since then that I had ever stopped loving you.”
“I love you too, Spencer.” You couldn’t help but giggle as his little kisses migrated from your cheek to your neck. You’d never loved anyone like this before, and you were glad it was him. You tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck and brought his lips back to yours. It was slow and sweet and gentle, so different from the previous kisses that were filled with the last few years of longing for each other’s touch.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Everything. The past few months. I should have just talked to you, but I was convinced you hated me and I didn’t know what to—”
“Spencer. It’s okay. Just,” you fixed the collar of his pajama top, “talk to me now. No more dancing around things. If we have something to say, we say it. Deal?”
“Deal,” he sighed and kissed your forehead, “I love you so much.”
          (Spencer POV)
The next few weeks felt almost exactly the same. Our dynamic didn’t change much after that. The only differences were the occasional dinner dates and the consistent ‘I love you’s. And the kissing. That was all new. We were still navigating that part about a month later when I attempted to make us dinner and ended up ordering Chinese takeout and watching Doctor Who reruns on my couch. I forget how exactly she ended up on my lap, but I wasn’t thinking about the chain of events when I had more pressing matters on my mind.
My hands were in her hair, hers on my chest. How I was still breathing, I had no clue. Not an inkling of where I got the confidence to move my hands to her waist. For one of the few times in my life, there was not a single thought in my mind because my fingertips brushed over the bare skin between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her jeans. The sigh she let out against my lips did nothing to bring me back to reality, I was still a million miles away in my own little world where this was happening and it wasn’t freaking me out.
My hands involuntarily drifted upwards, meeting the underwire of her bra, which was another reality check I completely missed out on. I was nearly convinced that it was all a dream when she pulled away.
“Hey, can we stop for a sec?”
This definitely was not part of my dream.
“What’s wrong, are you okay?”
“Yeah! Uh, fine, it’s just...” Her eyes wandered around the room as if looking for an excuse.
I lifted her off my lap and placed her next to me back on the couch, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” She stayed silent, “Is it something I did?”
“No! No, no, no, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You can tell me anything,” I tried to give her space, but still laced my fingers with hers. 
“I know! I just
” She trailed off and avoided eye contact, eyes fixed on our hands in her lap, “I haven’t done anything like this is a while.”
I couldn’t stop the sigh of relief, “Alright, is that it?”
“Yeah, can we just
 take things a little slow? I don’t wanna seem like a tease—” She rushed the words out, almost like she thought I’d be upset with her. 
“Hey, you don’t have to worry about that, okay? I love you, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
Her shoulders relaxed, “Okay, thank you.”
“You don’t have to answer this, but how long has it been since you
 did that?” She covered her face out of embarrassment, bashfully grinning a little bit, “Seriously, don’t answer if you don’t w—”
“No, it’s fine, just
 don’t laugh, okay?”
“I’m not gonna laugh. Promise.”
She bit her lip and spoke so softly I almost couldn’t hear her, “Since I left Kyle.”
Well, I definitely didn’t laugh. The guilt bloomed in my chest almost as quick as the genuine shock that flashed across my face, “Sorry, I—”
“No, I get it! It’s a lot!”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but how?”
She giggled at the absolute bewilderment on my face, “Well I didn’t really have a lot of time for dating when Jamie was little, I was working two jobs, so I didn’t take my friends up on their offers to set me up. And when I moved out here, I just didn’t know anyone.”
“But you’ve lived here for years now, you didn’t go on any dates at all?”
“Well, by the time I had friends here
” She finally met my eyes after far too long, “I didn’t want anyone else.”
Oh.
I didn’t realize—
She didn’t want anyone else.
She wanted me.
After years of trying to feel what I felt for her with people I hardly knew, I find out she only wanted me. She didn’t go on dates like me, she didn’t hook up with strangers like I did. For the first time ever, I’m with someone I’ve had more sex than.
The first emotion I felt at that moment was guilt. I never thought she’d want to be with me, let alone wait for me, but she did and I was the asshole that slept around. But it’s not like I knew how she felt. I was in love with a woman I thought I’d never get, so why wouldn’t I try to get over her? It’s not like it worked anyway. If anything, it made me feel worse. No one I slept with made me feel as much as I did when Y/N smiled at me.
The next thing I felt at that moment was extreme pressure. She’s been waiting years for me. What if I don’t live up to her expectations? What if I disappoint her? Would that be so bad she loses feelings for me?
The next emotion at that moment was embarrassment. That was ridiculous. If sex mattered that much to her, I highly doubt she would’ve gone back to Kyle so many times.
The last emotion I felt before I kissed her was relief. The last guy she was with was Kyle. As if his name isn’t enough of an indicator that he was sub-par in bed, Penelope let it slip that Y/N had confessed to faking it with him during a night of drinking.
The kiss was short and sweet. I was the one that pulled away, not wanting to start things back up if she wasn’t comfortable with it. She just smiled and said, “I love you.”
“I love you too. Did you wanna stop doing that?” I asked in reference to what we were doing before. She laughed and shook her head, “Are you sure? ‘Cuz I can just make us some tea and—” Her lips were on mine again.
It didn’t matter to me how much longer I had to wait for her. She was mine.
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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago
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Stark Spangled Forever
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Duo Shot: Stendhal Syndrome Part 2: Daddy
Intro: Steve feels the aftermath of his reaction to Katie’s behaviour. Rogers by name, Stark by nature.
Uh Oh indeed.
Warnings: Bad language. NSFW (SMUT!) No under 18s.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark
A/N: This was a one shot. I got carried away and wrote 24 pages. So now you have a duo shot thanks to the original photo sending me to a dirty place.
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
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Part 1
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Katie stood in the quiet of the lounge, watching the door that Steve had walked through, her mouth dropping open. He had never turned her down like that before. She prized herself on normally being able to get what she wanted when she wanted it out of Steve, either by using her words or other means. Of course, Steve always put her in her place when she needed it, which she took on the chin, and there were certain things she would never sway him on but she respected that and heeded it when needed.
But pulling her up like that over some stupid blonde bimbo who couldn’t keep her hands to herself? Really? Why was he defending her? Was
was there

She shook her head, brushing away the thought as quickly as it came.  Steve wouldn’t do that to her, half the time he was fucking oblivious to the way other women looked at him anyway. No, this was just him being his old-fashioned, chivalrous self

Wasn’t it?
“Fucks sake Katie
” she grumbled to herself, wiping her eyes before she left the lounge. She checked her face in the mirror in the hall and, happy that her make-up was ok she headed back into the kitchen. Decided she wanted something stronger than beer she walked into the utility room where Steve had built her a Gin shelf to house her various bottles and glasses. Selecting the bottle of Aviation she poured a heavy measure before stalking back into the kitchen. She pushed the glass under the ice dispenser before she grabbed a bottle of tonic and topped up her drink. Taking a long drink she leaned against the counter looking out at the garden. The tables were pretty much empty of party food now, the kids and adults having inhaled it through the afternoon. Pepper and Jennifer were busy sweeping empty plates into large bin liners and Katie knew she should probably go and help

“Mom?” Emmy drew her from her thoughts “You ok?”
“Yeah, was taking a moment.” she nodded “What time is it?”
“Almost 4:30
”
“Ok, can you tell your dad we’re gonna do the cake now then.” she smiled, setting her gin down.
“Sure.” Em nodded, before she cocker her head slightly “You sure you’re ok? Dad came out before in a foul mood. Nearly took Sam’s head off when he made a joke about that being a definite ‘quicky’” she framed the last words with her fingers and Katie snorted.
“We just had a disagreement, don’t worry about it.” Katie shook her head “It’ll work out it always does.”
Emmy nodded and left her mother to it. She headed back out into the garden and made her way over to her father who currently had two kids hanging off his arms as he playfully swung them through the air.
“Dad.” she said, stopping a little way away. He stood still and turned to face her.
“You ok Em?”
“Yeah, Mom’s gonna do the cake now.”
“Ok.”
“And I don’t know what you said to her but she’s really upset.” Em levelled him with a look and before he could reply she turned and headed back towards Brooke who was stood next to her mother and Bucky.
Steve let out a sigh and untangled himself from the kids before he started to move around, roping the other parents in to helping him shepherd them over to the tables by the side. He hadn’t meant to upset her but her attitude was ridiculous. At the promise of cake the kids were fairly obedient so it seemed, and it wasn’t long before Katie came out of the kitchen, followed by Jamie and Morgan, the candles lit on Rori’s cake. Their little girl squealed in excitement and Steve chuckled and lifted her up as Katie set the cake down on the table and the chorus of Happy Birthday Started.
“Make a wish princess
” He said, kissing her cheek as he held her over the cake so she could blow the 5 candles out. She scrunched her eyes closed and then opened them.
“Ok, wish done!” she beamed and Steve laughed, setting her down. He turned to his wife but she had already moved away from him slightly to begin carving the large pink and purple unicorn cake into pieces for everyone.
“What is that?” Bucky asked, looking at the piece she had given him.
“Cake.” she narrowed her eyes.
“I need more than that.”
Katie looked at him, but before she had time to reply Jennifer had seized the piece of cake and shoved it straight into Bucky’s face. There was a slight pause before Sam let out a bellow of laughter and Katie’s hand flew to her mouth as started to laugh at the look on Bucky’s face.
“Oh you didn’t
” he said, before he reached out and gripped Jennifer around the waist and rubbed his cake covered face against hers. She shrieked, wriggling in his arms and eventually her shrieks turned into giggles as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
“KISSY!” Harry yelled from his spot in Emmy’s arms and Bucky turned his head to look at him, pink and purple icing and butter cream spread through his short stubble.
“You want one pal?”
“Don’t you dare!” Katie pointed at Bucky who began to laugh as Steve handed him a pile of napkins, chuckling. He slid his arm round Katie’s waist and dropped a kiss to her cheek.
“Love you.” he said softly.
She turned to look at him, shot him an icy glare and then turned away, moving out of his reach to begin handing the various pieces of cake to the kids as they all ran around her.
“Ok what did you do?” Bucky looked at him as he rubbed at his face with a Princess themed Napkin.
“Told her I thought her attitude was shitty.” Steve sighed “In a roundabout way anyway.”
Jennifer looked at him, as Bucky handed her a napkin so she could wipe the cake from her face “Her attitude?”
“Yeah, towards Dani.”
Jennifer shook her head “Steve, the woman was practically climbing you like a tree.”
“No she wasn’t
”
“God you can be a real idiot at times.” Jennifer shook her head. Giving Bucky another peck she looked at Steve again, before she made a tutting noise and left.
“Nice one Punk
” Bucky moaned as his girlfriend walked off.
“Don’t start Bucky.” Steve said, shaking his head.
“What did you actually say to her?” Sam looked at him.
With a sigh Steve told them exactly what had gone down in the living room, well, almost everything, he skipped the part about the camero and Katie admitting she was wearing no underwear
as he came to that bit he trailed off blushing slightly and scratched at his neck.
Bucky and Sam exchanged a look “Man, we thought you’d go in there, have angry sex and then that would be it.” “I think she thought that too.” Steve said, his cheeks now even hotter. “I told her no..”
“Wait, wait, let me get this straight?” Sam looked at Steve “You went in there, had a row with your wife because she was pissed off some woman was hanging off of you, and then when she offered you make up sex you said no?”
Steve groaned “That’s not
”
“Jen’s right.” Bucky shook his head. “You are an idiot
”
Steve watched as Bucky sauntered off across the lawn and he turned to look at Katie who was now stood talking to one of the other mothers. Sam shrugged and clapped him on the shoulder.
“Think you might have just earned yourself a night in the spare room
”
Steve groaned and let his head fall backwards, looking skywards for a moment before he head back to the garage. He needed another beer.
******
It wasn’t long following the cake that the party began to filter out. Katie and Steve made sure Rori thanked everyone for coming as they left and soon they were down to the last 2, a little boy called Ryan and Aurelia. As Ryan’s dad shook Steve’s hand and thanked Katie they waved him off and it came to Dani. Steve noticed his wife stiffen slightly besides him and made sure that he didn’t offer the woman a hug or anything, simply nodding to her politely as Aurelia hugged Rori.
“Mommy
” Aurelia asked, and Dani looked down.
“Yeah honey?”
“Can Rori come play tomorrow?”
“I errr
” Dani looked at Katie who inclined her head slightly. She turned to Steve.
“We don’t have any plans do we?”
He shook his head.
“Then, yeah, it’s fine by me.” Katie nodded and the little girls both gave a squeal.
“Ok, well, erm
” Dani looked down slightly before she took a breath and looked back up “Do you want to drop her off at say midday ish?” “Sure.” Katie said.
With that she watched Dani lead Aurelia out of the garden and down the side of the house.
“Want me to make a start on clearing up?” Steve asked.
“Yeah, ok.” Katie nodded, before she turned and headed back into the house. She shot through the hallway, cursing herself that she was actually going to do this. She opened the front door and caught Dani just as the woman was climbing into her BMW.
“Can I have a word?” She asked. Dani hesitated slightly before she nodded and closed the door making sure Aurelia was strapped in.
“Look, I erm. Well, I wanted to say that
well I was out of order with what I said about your husband before.” Katie said softly. “I had no idea about what had happened between the two of you.” Dani shrugged her shoulders. “It’s fine.” “No, it’s not fine. It was cruel. I shouldn’t have said it. I know what its like to be cheated on and
”
Dani looked at her, raising an eyebrow.
“It was, well it was a long time ago.” Katie shrugged as she continued. “I just wanted to apologise because I know what you’re going through and..” Dani scoffed “You, with your perfect life and
” “You think my life is perfect?” Katie snorted “I’m as fucked up as the next person. I’ve seen and been through things you couldn’t possibly begin to imagine.” she took a deep breath, levelling out her voice “Somehow I wonder how I came through the other side but
”
“Sorry “ Dani looked down, “I know, I just
” she looked at Katie “Forget it, apology accepted.”
“For the record, I’m not sorry for what I said about snapping your hand off.” Katie levelled her with a look “I meant that. You touch my husband again and I will kick the shit out of you.” Dani sighed “Look, I didn’t mean anything by it. Honestly, I was just being friendly
but, I’m sorry. For what it’s worth, however, I don’t think you need to worry. Even if some woman was throwing themselves at him, he wouldn’t look twice. That man only has eyes for you, it’s plain to see. It’s nice. I hope one day I find that.”
Katie looked at the woman and nodded curtly, contemplating what she had said, her earlier stupid wobble completely pushed from her mind.
“I’ll see you tomorrow Mrs Rogers.” Dani said, turning to head back to her car.
“Katie
”
Dani looked at her, frowning as Katie spoke again “Katie’s fine.”
With that the blonde smiled softly and nodded again, before she climbed into her car and drove off Katie made her way back inside, poking her head into the den to check that Jamie and Morgan were ok before she headed into the kitchen and poured herself another gin.
“Hitting the hard stuff?” Jen asked as she appeared through the back door.
“Yup.” Katie popped the P “Want one?”
Jennifer nodded and Katie set about pouring her one in silence before she threw a slice of lime and a few blueberries into each glass and topped them both with ice and tonic water.
“I’ll probably get bitched and moaned at for breaking it out so early but
” Katie shrugged as she slid the glass over to Jennifer.
“Do you care?” Jen asked.
Katie snorted “No.”
Jen laughed as she took a sip of her drink. “So you two had a bit of a disagreement..”
Katie snorted “Something like that. He told me I was being a fucking brat.”
Jennifer arched an eyebrow “Well, maybe a tad but
well, she deserved a warning.”
“I didn’t just warn her.” Katie sighed “I said something about her husband leaving her. I had no idea she’d been cheated on. I felt a bit shitty when Steve told me.”
“Doesn’t excuse her climbing all over your husband” Jennifer said.
“I know, I said that to her when I apologised.”
“You apologised?” Jen arched an eyebrow.
“For what I said about her husband.” Katie nodded “For the rest of it no, I told her I’d kick the shit out of her if she touched Steve again but she insisted she was just being friendly
anyway, it’s done, don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” “So how long you gonna give Steve the cold shoulder for?” Jen asked.
Katie shrugged “Until I feel like it. He shouldn’t have been a prick.”
Jen was about to reply but they were cut off when Peter walked into the kitchen.
“Hey Pete!” Katie beamed at him and moved to give the tall kid a hug.
“Sorry I’m a bit late Mrs R
” he smiled “the traffic on the way back was awful. Hey Mrs Bucky
”
“Stop calling me that!” Jen rolled her eyes as Katie laughed.
“I saved you some cake and a plate of food
” Katie smiled at Peter, and moved round Jennifer to the fridge.
“You’re the best!” he smiled at her as she handed him the foil wrapped packages and he retreated back outside.
She grabbed her gin and looked at Jenifer, who smiled at her and they headed back outside.
Now all the guest were gone and they were down to the close friends and family, the plan being the adults to have their own party and toast to Tony later on, everyone was sat on the large decking. Jen perched on Bucky’s knee and Steve sat up, making his lap available for Katie but she brushed past and took up and empty seat next to where Pepper was sat, taking Harry off her with a thanks. She turned to Rori who was perched on Sam’s knee to her right as Sam was chatting to Peter who in turn had one arm round Emmy, the other eating his food.
“You had a good day?” Katie asked her daughter gently, brushing her hair back off her face. She was filthy, covered in cake and all sorts of other food and dirt form the garden but Katie didn’t care. She loved it when her kids got the chance to play and be normal.
“The best!” Rori reached up to give her mum a hug. “But can I put my other clothes on now?”
Katie smiled “of course you can
in fact
I think momma wants to get changed too.”
Rori wriggled off Sam’s lap and Katie held out Harry to the man “Trade ya.” she smiled. Sam let out a grin and took the tot from her with a huge smile, one he reciprocated and she noticed him reach out to Peter’s plate and snaffle a sausage roll. He held his little finger to his lips as he looked at Sam who laughed and gave him a wink.
Katie led Rori past Steve who looked at her with a questioning glance but she ignored him and headed inside. Once upstairs Rori picked out her green dungarees and a sweater and Katie supervised her as she changed, then wiped her face clean laughing at her protests. When she was ready Katie let her head down the stairs, “Hold the rail
” she said, watching before she retreated into her own room, kicking off her sandals before she set about getting changed herself.
**** In the mean-time the conversation had taken a grim turn, a turn which the men decided they didn’t really want to be a part of anymore, so when Bucky announced he was going to get a beer Sam, Steve and Pete all jumped at the chance. Harry toddled in front of them across the grass, settling down in the sandpit near the jungle gym. Steve watched him for a moment before he turned back to the conversation.
“Why do women feel the need to talk about childbirth?” Pete said with a shudder and Steve laughed.
“Yeah, well, be thankful Katie wasn’t there
Rori’s birth was quite traumatic.” Steve said, the memory ingrained on his mind forever. She’d arrived so fast, and Katie had done it all with no pain relief. Frankly, she’d been astounding. He looked up as Rori came running over the garden to join her brother and frowned when he realised Katie wasn’t with her. But before he could think about it anymore, a line that Bucky spoke to Peter jerked his attention back to the men round him.
“It’ll be your turn soon enough.” Bucky winked, patting Pete on his shoulder.
“What?” Steve wheeled back round, turning his head to look at Bucky then Peter who’s face had drained of all colour.
“I
what? Why would
” Peter stumbled as he glanced from Steve and Bucky then back again. “I don’t know why he said that Captain, I mean Rogers, Steve
Mr
Mr Rogers
”
“Practicing Safe sex Pete?” Sam nodded, continuing the teasing whilst Bucky was fighting the urge to laugh at the look on Steve’s face “Good man, wrap before you tap
” “I’m not, I mean, we are but I don’t
because Emmy’s
well I 
oh god
” Peter flushed and turned and fled, Steve spinning to watch him.
“Did he
did he just admit to having sex with my daughter?” he spluttered, looking at Bucky who laughed loudly, slapping his friend on the back.
“They’re 21 man.” Sam smirked “What do you think they get up to on alone time? Netflix and Chill
Amazon Prime and Sexy Time
”
“Yeah, not everyone was a virgin into their mid 20s
” Bucky quipped.
“Shut the fuck up.” Steve pointed at his friend, his face bright red.
“Language!”
“Wait
” Sam paused “Did Katie pop your cherry Cap?”
“No, she did not
”
“A chorus girl called Lottie did.” Bucky answered and Sam laughed even more.
Steve glared at Bucky “One more word I swear to God
”
“I’m just fucking with you Steve
” Bucky smirked “A bit like Pete is with
”
“Jerk.” the word was little more than a snarl as Steve gave Bucky a hard one-handed shove in the chest. To anyone else it would have sent them sprawling, but Bucky merely stumbled back a few steps, his laughter louder than ever.  Steve shot him another look before he headed inside to find Katie. As he walked into the hallway she stepped off the bottom stair and it became apparent why she’d taken a little longer than he expected.
“You changed?” Steve looked at Katie, frowning. Gone was that gorgeous maxi dress and in its place she wore a pair of jeans and a long sleeved oversized chunky pink sweater that hung slightly off one shoulder, giving him a flash of a baby blue bra strap and her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. He loved that sweater on him, exposing her neck and shoulder to him, enough of a flash to make him think about running his lips over her skin. God, even in her casual clothes like this she looked effortlessly gorgeous.
“Yeah well Rori wanted to get changed and I figured I may as well too as it’s gonna start getting chilly.” she shrugged.
“Oh.”
“Is there a problem?” Katie asked looking at him.
“No, I just
well, you looked amazing in that dress
” He stepped towards her, reaching out to take her by the waist but she stepped back.
“And I don’t now?”
“Oh stop being ridiculous.” he said, shaking his head as she pushed past him and headed into the kitchen “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“Well add it to the list of the many things I’ve been ridiculous about today.” she said, her tone a little icy as she grabbed her drink off the side and headed outside.
Steve let out a groan of frustration as he watched her go.
**** An hour or so later Harry crawled onto Katie’s lap and nuzzled into her neck, hand winding into her hair as he gave a yawn. Katie let him sit where he as for a moment before she stood up and said she was taking him to bed. Steve offered to go with her but she shook her head and said she could handle it, carrying him inside. Steve watched her go before he felt a hand on his arm and he turned to look at Jennifer.
“You know she apologised to Dani before.”
Steve frowned, he hadn’t been expecting that. “What? When?”
“Just before she left.” Jennifer said, sipping her drink “Although it wasn’t a full olive branch, more like an olive twig
”
Steve snorted “Let me guess. She apologised for the dig about her husband but still threatened to snap her hand off if she came near me again?”
“Something like that.” Jen said. “Listen, Steve, I wasn’t going to say anything but the last few years or so
you know you guys draw a lot of attention since everyone came back from the Snap, and you only have to look on social media to see the things that people post
” “We’ve always had public interest but I don’t read it.” Steve frowned, not sure where she was going with this. “I know but Katie does and, well, there are some pretty
how do I put this, dirty things written by females about you on there, especially since you started teaching at the University. Maybe she feels a little bit more insecure about stuff than she lets on.” “She’s no reason to be insecure.” Steve shook his head “Jen, I’d never do that to her. Hell I don’t even want to think about any other woman in that way
” “I know that, I just wanted to make you understand why she reacted the way she did. I’d do the same and I’m not sure you’d appreciate another man fawning over her either.”
Steve looked at the woman, he knew she was right. He glanced at the door to the house and stood up, nodding.  He headed up the stairs, the sounds of soft laughter hitting his ears.
“Harry,  Momma doesn’t want a bath
stop splashing me!”
He gently opened the bathroom door and leaned against the door frame, smiling as Harry was in the bath, Katie attempting to scrub him down.
Honey
” he said softly. She turned to look at him “I’ll do that, you go sort his pyjamas.”
Katie nodded and stood up, passing by Steve in the doorway. He gently reached out, hands falling to her hips.
“Steve
” she said softly.
“Look, I’m sorry for before.” he said, his hands squeezing her hips “I shouldn’t have spoken to you the way I did.” “No you shouldn’t” she said, before she sighed “I probably was a little OTT though
”
“That you admitting I was right?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.
She narrowed her eyes and pushed him in the chest gently “Don’t push it.”
He chuckled as he let her go and turned to his son. Once he was suitably cleaned and Steve’s shirt was suitably wet thanks to his splashing antics he lifted him out, wrapped him in his little teddy bear towel with the hood and carried him through to his bedroom. Katie had laid out the pyjamas on his bed but wasn’t in there. Steve set about towelling the kid off, gently grabbing his arm as Harry made a break for it, stopping him from running out of the room in all his naked glory. After a few more giggles and wriggles Steve had him wrestled into his pyjamas and was just smoothing his light brown hair down when Katie came back carrying Gerald, his stuffed giraffe that he point blank refused to sleep without.
“No sleep.” Harry muttered, his eyes heavy as he gave a yawn taking the toy off his mother.
“Yeah whatever pal, I give you 30 seconds tops
” Katie said, sitting on the side of the bed as he gave another yawn as he laid back on the pillow. She gently kissed his head and stood up, as Steve did the same and they both made towards the door. When Katie looked back his eyes were already shut.
Steve stood behind his wife, his hands wrapping around her, chin resting on her shoulder as they watched their youngest for a moment before Katie moved back and pulled the door too.
“Come here
” Steve said gently, pulling her to him and she went willingly, her arms wrapping around his back, face pressing into his chest.
“I did what you wanted” she muttered, her voice slightly muffled from the fabric of his jersey, “apologised.”
“I know, Jen told me.” Steve replied, “Doll, I didn’t want you to apologise just because I asked
”
Katie shrugged, her cheek still against his chest “I didn’t. It was the right thing to do. Well, about her husband. I will break her face though if she touches you again.”
Steve sighed and pulled back slightly to look down at her. “You know you really have nothing to worry about don’t you?
She looked down and he gently reached out and with his thumb and forefinger tipped her head up to look at him.  “I don’t want anyone else” “I know and I don’t worry as such, I just
well I don’t like people
”
“Touching your stuff, yeah I know
” Steve chuckled as he finished the familiar phrase with her.
“If I’m such a brat why did you marry me?” she rolled her eyes.
“Because I love you, brat tendencies included.” he smiled, his lips dropping to hers in a gentle kiss as his hands slid down to cup her ass. He looked at her cheekily “You still not wearing any panties?”
“Sorry Soldier
” she smirked “Should have took me up on the offer before.”
He gave a groan “Do you have any idea how much self-control that took to say no?”
“Serves you right
”
“You’re being a brat again.” he said, and she grinned.
“Say it in the way I like
” she whispered and he smirked, pulling her closer, his fingers digging into the flesh of her behind. He bent down so that his lips were by her ear and when he spoke his voice low and sultry.
“Such a fucking brat
”
She practically purred as his lips brushed her ear. “What you gonna do about it, Daddy?” she asked, looking up at him from under lidded eyes.
“Oh I’m gonna show you
” Steve said, and quick as a flash he had hoisted her up, drawing a soft squeak of surprise from her lips as he carried her into their room. Kicking the door shut he deposited her unceremoniously on the bed, causing her to bounce slightly on the mattress before he crawled over her.
“You know
” he said, a soft kiss to her exposed collar bone “This has been driving me crazy all evening, you know I love this sweater on you.” “Why do you think I wore it?” she shot back and he gave a groan as he pushed down harder onto her, the now very present bulge in his trousers pressing against her spot, causing her to moan softly.
“Fucking little tease
” he said, his lips trailing up her neck to her jawline. He gave a little nip before he reached her lips and slotted his mouth onto hers in a deep, needy kiss. Their tongues tangled furiously as he reached down between them, gently grabbing the hem of the offending sweater. With a tug he pulled it over her head and gave another loud groan as he saw the baby blue lace bra.
“You see something you like?” she asked as his hand trailed the edge of the lace.
“Oh I like it, very much
” he said, his hand giving her breast a squeeze as he kissed her again. His mouth moved down her neck and he kissed her sternum then across her chest over the swell of her breast, pulling the cup of he bra down to tease her nipple gently with his mouth. His hand grabbed at the other cup and he pulled it down, roughly and then he heard the tear of fabric. Katie sat up, leaning on her elbows and looked down.
“Seriously?” she deadpanned. Steve winced and looked at her, sheepishly before he shrugged.
“In for a penny
” he quipped as he reached up with his other and with a sharp tug he ripped the garment completely open.
“You’re a fucking jerk.” she shook her head, laughing
“I’ll buy you a new one.” he muttered, his head once more returning to her chest, lips latching onto on nipple as his fingers gently tweaked at the other. Her hands gripped at the bed covers as the heat began to grow between her legs and Steve felt her push up against him seeking friction, anything for relief.
“So needy tonight baby girl
” he muttered, his mouth trailing back upwards to claim hers again in a searing kiss and he pushed down, giving her what she wanted. He swallowed her soft moan and pulled back slightly so he could pop the button and then the zipper on her jeans. He began to pull them down but he got so far and then they stuck, tight.
“Fucks sake
” he muttered and Katie gave a little giggle as he started to wrestle with the damned skinny jeans. “Doll, you look great in these but
”
His frustration built as Katie could do nothing but laugh at the annoyed look on his face as he tugged and pulled ad the fucking irritating denim.
“I’m sure this used to be easier.” he grumbled.
“I wasn’t as fat then.”
“Shut up.” he said sharply. He gave another sharp pull which jerked Katie further down the bed causing her to laugh again, and he was just debating ripping them off as well when she tugged at his hair.
“Don’t even think about it.” she narrowed her eyes “They’re Armani
”
“They’re fucking annoying” he mumbled, as he continued to pull and eventually worked them down over her ankles and tossed them to the side.
“You know if you’d have done me when I said before then the jeans wouldn’t have been an issue.” Katie said as he ran his hands up the side of her thighs gently.
“Actions have consequences
”he muttered, his nose skimming the waist band of the matching baby blue French knickers she was wearing. He kissed his way along her tummy, gently flicking a path up to her belly button with his tongue and she arched her back slightly, letting out a soft sigh. He moved back down and his lips found the apex of her thigh and kissed their way upwards until he nuzzled softly at her panty clad entrance, drawing a keen from her mouth as he took a deep breath, the garment was soaked.
“You’re fucking drenched sweetheart
” he purred as he slid his hands up and pulled her panties down,  kissing back up her leg as he threw them over his shoulder, and set to her with his mouth. His tongue lapped, swirled, a well-known practice as he knew exactly where to pay attention to and in no time at all he had her right where he wanted, a writhing mess, one arm thrown over her mouth to stifle her, frankly, filthy noises for fear of waking their son. The other tangled in his hair and as her pleasure mounted her nails dug into his scalp and he gave a groan.
“Stevie
I’m
” she wined and her back arched, her legs trembled and she uttered a soft “Fuck” as he felt her let go. He took the opportunity whilst she was coming down to shuck off his jeans, he didn’t even bother with his sweater, he was too far gone and needed her now. Grabbing her hips he pulled her further to him and sliding his hands under her back he knelt up and easily lifted her onto his lap. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she gently slid down onto him, her head falling to his shoulder with a groan as he began to thrust up wards.
“Off
” she demanded, tugging at the bottom of his sweater and he moved his arms so she could pull it over his head, not once breaking his rhythm.
“Fuck baby you feel so good” he groaned as he pushed up harder and harder. Her teeth bit into his skin and he hissed at the slight bite of pain increasing his pace until he was relentless, driving into her as deep as he could, hands on her hips, pulling her down to meet him. Her face tilted towards his and she pressed her lips to his, the kiss sloppy and desperate before she groaned again into his mouth.
“Come on doll
” he whispered, “I’m close
tell me you are
”
“Yeah
” she stuttered, her head falling forward again before it looked back, and he dipped forward his mouths swirling at her breast again. At that she let out a low keen and he felt her tightening before her mouth parted in a silent scream, her eyes flittered shut as she pulsed around him. The feeling of her coming undone was enough to tip Steve over the edge and with a few more deep thrusts he spilt inside her and then collapsed backwards, taking her with him.
They were both silent for a while, Steve’s fingers gently tracing up and down Katie’s spine as she hummed in satisfaction, her head resting on his shoulder.
“You good?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.
“Yeah
” she said, and she moved and looked at him, sliding her nose against his “We should get back downstairs.”
“Do we hafta?”
“Yes” She chucked, and she rolled off him and Steve pouted at the loss of contact as she headed into the bathroom to clean up. When she came back Steve passed her and gave her a soft kiss before she dressed again. Once they were sorted and she had straightened her hair out they both made their way downstairs. Steve gently kissed her cheek before he reached into the cupboard in the kitchen and pulled the Wakandan Spice out along with 2 glasses and headed outside. Rhodey had arrived and Steve placed the items he was carrying on the table and reached over to shake his hand.
“Kissed and made up?” Bucky asked from his spot on the chair, Jen still on his lap, as Steve poured them both a good measure of the amber liquid.
“Something like that.” he said handing Bucky a glass. Bucky smirked as Steve looked at Rori who was sat on one of the chairs with a tablet in her hand, earphones in her ears as she watched whatever was on the screen. He crossed over to her and gently tugged an ear phone out and she pouted, making her look just like her mother when she did the same.
“Baby, it’s time for bed. You cant watch that upstairs ok?”
“I can stay up and watch this in my room?” she said, eyes wide. They very rarely let her do that but it was her birthday party after all.
“Yeah.” Steve said.
“Ok.” she nodded. She paused the programme and Steve picked her up whilst she said goodnight to everyone. Making his way back into the kitchen he paused as Katie was filling an ice bucket for the champagne she had just opened.
“Rhodey’s here.” he said and she smiled, nodding.
“Yeah he said he was gonna stop by, he misses Tony as well.” she said gently.
“I’m going to bed Momma” Rori said “Daddy said I can watch my film in bed.”
“Well it is your special day baby” she smiled, kissing her cheek. “See you in the morning.”
Steve carried her out of the room whilst Katie grabbed enough glasses and carried them outside before she gave Rhodey a hug. Back in the kitchen she pulled out the pre-prepared trays of crudites, cold meats and cheese which she had done for the adults and carried them back outside along with a few packets of chips, olives, dips and crackers, all of them giving a groan of delight.
“You’re a legend you know that?” Sam grinned up at her and she smiled, popping back inside for the Champagne.
“She ok?” she looked up at Steve. He nodded.
“I told her she could have a bath tomorrow.” he said, pulling his wife to him and giving her a long kiss. She smiled against his mouth and patted his chest before she grabbed what she had come for and headed outside. Once she had stopped fussing and made sure everyone had a drink she sat on Steve’s knee and his arm curled round her waist.
“I know it’s not actually his birthday until Wednesday, obviously, same as Rori’s, but
” Katie smiled at Pepper who returned her gesture “Happy Birthday Tony.” she said, her head looking up to the now darkening sky as she raised her glass as her eyes filled with tears. She still missed her brother so much it hurt. “Love you, to the stars and back.”
There were mumbles of toasts as everyone raised their glasses and Steve gave her hip a little squeeze.
They settled into a comfortable chat, memories of Tony being shared, namely by Pepper, Rhodey and Katie, everyone laughing along and as an hour or so passed Steve looked at his wife as her cheeks grew flushed the more she drank. Mind you, he was getting that way as well, that Wakandan shit was strong, not to mention the Asgardian ale he had been drinking all afternoon. He really should send another thanks to T’Challa and Valkyrie for keeping his stocks up.
“No,no,no straight up.” Katie laughed, drawing his attention back to the conversation a his wife wiped tears of laughter from her face “He thinks he’s getting lucky right? So he’s sat in his Audi flirting with her
”
”And then she served him a subpoena.” Pepper reached over to top her glass up, spilling some on the table as the alcohol made her aim sloppy. “God he was moaning about that for days.”
“And then he realised he was in love with you.” Rhodey smiled.
“What was it you said to us?” Pepper hiccupped and looked at him “You called us 2 seals fighting over a grape
”
“Get a roof.” Rhodey smirked and Pepper laughed, leaning back and closing her eyes with a nostalgic sigh. “I don’t care what anyone says, you’re never gonna beat the time he got Stern to tell him to go fuck himself.” Rhodey continued with a snort “That will forever be my favourite Tony memory of all time
”
“God he was an idiot.” Katie said fondly.
“But he was our idiot.” Pepper smiled at her, and she nodded. At that point Katie’s attention was taken to Jamie who popped his head out of the door to ask if he could take the potato chips into the den. She nodded to him and he gave a satisfied fist pump before disappearing again.
“What are they doing in there?” Katie asked.
“Making a space station out of Lego, apparently.” Emmy said. “We’re not allowed to go in there apparently, and the door has to stay shut once it’s done
” “Looks like Peter’s on the couch then not the fold out.” Steve said, looking at her “Pepper’s in the spare room.” Peter flushed and Katie dug Steve in the ribs with her elbow “Stop teasing him.”
“I’m being serious.” he said, looking at her before he shot a look at the young man.
“Dad
” Emmy groaned “I’m 21.”
“I don’t care
” Steve shook his head, draining his glass before Katie took it from him and poured him another generous measure, doing the same for Bucky. Jennifer took the glass from him and sniffed at it, pulling a face before she handed it back.
“Yeah leave Spiderling alone
” Sam quipped “You two have no room to talk
”
“Don’t
” Steve pointed at him.
“You know they once did it on a mission against a wall?” Sam looked at Emmy whose face arranged into a look of horror “That was what made Rori
” “Sam shut the fuck up
” Steve glared at him.
“Yeah that’s what I was saying when I heard you.” he shot back and Bucky gave a snort “school boy error leaving your comms on.”
“That’s disgusting.” Emmy groaned.
“That’s what Natasha said
” Sam quipped.
“You know Jamie was conceived between the toaster and the fridge.” Katie said snorting into her glass, “There’s only Harry that came from a bedroom
” “Jesus Doll
” Steve groaned as Bucky sniggered besides him. Sam grinned and was about to reply but Pepper piped up.
“Morgan was an Audi front seat Baby
” she hiccupped and Rhodey choked on his beer as the rest of the adults sniggered, well most of them.
“In thought you were gonna say Iron Suit baby.” Sam looked at Pepper
“Come on Pete, Brooke
 I’m not listening to this
” Emmy said as she stood up, tugging on Pete’s hand.
“How the fuck would that work?” Bucky looked at him.
“Docking station.” Pete said as he allowed Emmy to tug him up. There was a moments paused before everyone bar Emmy started to laugh. She groaned and tugged on his hand as the 3 younger adults headed away from the table, Peter nodding to Steve nervously as the soldiers eyes watched them leave.
“Stop it.” Katie said gently, turning Steve’s head to face him.
“Did you know they were
you know?”
“Having sex?” Katie snorted and Steve rolled his eyes “Yes I did,I took Emmy to see Dr Kellet.”
“Seriously?”
“She’s 21 Steve
” “I know I just
” “She’s grown up.” “I just
oh I don’t wike it
” he whined, his head falling to her chest and she laughed, her hands tangling into his hair.
“Could be worse.” Katie teased, her nails scratching her scalp “You could have walked in on them like Tony did to us
”
“Doll,” Steve looked at her, shaking his head, “just don’t.”
 **Original Posting 1 2 **
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devil-in-those-eyes · 4 years ago
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One Day Pt1- Rudy Pankow
ALRIGHTY, so I tried my best but I don't know very much about Rudy’s personal life so bear with me. 
Taglist: @jeyramarie
Summary: Y/N and Rudy dated in high school and he promised her they’d find their way back to each other but they haven't spoken in years, until he comes home for a visit after the release of Outer Banks. 
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           Alaska wasn’t the warmest place in the states for summer, but arguably the prettiest. Full of greenery and always things to do outdoors, from kayaking to hiking to taking random drives, Ketchikan was beautiful but even you couldn’t help but start to feel like you were drowning in the city.
           Most of your friends stuck around your hometown or at least stayed in the same state, so it made summer time more enjoyable, especially when everyone got together. Summer never got exceptionally warm, but tonight constituted for jeans and a cute top, no need for a jacket. The get together was at your friends cabin that was in a secluded area of your hometown, it sat right on the water and every time you breathed in, you could smell the salt of the water.
           This get together had been a tradition between you and your childhood friends, it happened every summer almost to the day. It was the birthday of your closest friend and every year it got rowdier and rowdier, you wouldn’t miss it. Everyone was here, everyone except one person. Not a lot of people made it out of Alaska, you and your friends had a joke about never leaving the state. Only a few of your friends went away to college but only one of them actually got out of Alaska and went two-thousand and some miles away, your ex-boyfriend, Rudy.
           You always tried to push his face out of your head and the older you got, as the years continued to fly by, it got easier. You were so proud of Rudy for following his dreams to California but the distance between you two seemed to grown a mile a second until you just stopped talking all together.
           You two weren’t complicated, there wasn’t a long drawn out story between you and him. You had supported his dream from the beginning with a promise of one day, you knew staying friends would be hard but you loved him until staying friends seemed impossible because you never talked. You tried, but the more your texts and calls went unanswered and not returned the less effort you put in because clearly one day wasn’t going to happen.
           It broke your heart, but what could you do? Rudy had landed a role in a Netflix Original and it was taking the world by storm, he was never going to come back home and you didn’t know if you could leave home. So what did you do? You did what he did, you started dating. You picked up the small pieces of your heart, painted on a pretty smile and started seeing other people.
           You had been seeing Tucker James for a while. He was handsome, made you smile. You grew up with Tucker and when he came back home after college, he was completely different then when you saw him in high school. He wasn’t Rudy, but he was something.
           The little get together wasn’t crowded with people, but it wasn’t quiet. The people here were the kids you graduated with, mainly your group of friends that consisted of ex-football players, ex-soccer players and ex-cross country runners. You and your girlfriends were mainly ex-soccer players and one cheerleader, all three of you totally different but the closest of friends.
           “You’ll never guess who’s here,” your friend, Zoe, said after she bounced into the space beside you and handed you a beer.
           “Will we care?” Kennedy asked, raising her eyebrows as she sat on the kitchen counter, already finishing her drink. You had just gotten here with Tucker somewhere with friends, and was catching up even though you just had breakfast with them two days ago.
           “You?” Zoe shook her head at Kennedy before swinging her eyes onto you, “you on the other hand will definitely care.”
           You sighed, “What, did Jamie get back together with that girl? Henning already hitting the beers hard? Because I am not being mother hen tonight.”
           “No,” Zoe answered, her voice going high with a gentle grimace. “I think his brother will be mother hen.”
           Your eyebrows pulled together as Kennedy sounded just as confused as you. “Uh, Alec won’t be home for another few days.”
           Zoe’s eyebrows rose to her hairline, lifting her drink to her mouth and avoiding your eyes and Kennedy’s. It seemed to hit you both at the same time, but Kennedy was the one to speak as shock rooted your body. “Whoa, you mean Rudy’s home?”
           With Zoe’s silence you knew that Kennedy was right and suddenly your heart slammed inside your chest and stole your breath, your cheeks paling as Kennedy turned her eyes onto you. Zoe finally looked back at you and you could see the wariness inside her face, but the world just drowned out around you.
           Rudy was home? Like actually home and you knew it?
           “Zoe, don’t be an idiot. Rudy never told Y/N when he came home, they haven’t seen each other in almost four years.” Kennedy said, her voice finally filling your head.
           You shook your racing heart and realized him being home meant nothing. You wouldn’t run off to see him, throw yourself into his embrace and give him the satisfaction of knowing that you never fully got over him. You sucked in a deep breath and painted a smile, “Well, at least he’s home for Jamie’s birthday.”
           Your two friends knew better, they knew you too well, you’ve been friends since you guys were toddlers so they knew it was a forced smile. They knew Tucker was just another fake attempt at erasing Rudy from your head and mainly your heart. They were a few guys between Rudy and Tucker, but none of them helped, you always ended up alone and wishing Rudy was with you but it would never be him. One day was never going to happen and you had come to terms with it, now getting your heart on the same boat as your head was a entirely different story.
           “Jamie’s got beer pong in the living room, wanna head over?” Kennedy said, trying to change the subject.
           You ended up swallowing half of your beer before nodding and following after them but the second you stepped out of the kitchen and into the hallway the air around you changed, your stomach fluttered and your heart slammed again. Zoe was talking about the bonfire that Jamie would get going soon, her and Kennedy reminiscing about how last years get together ended in a lot of trouble and a night filled with alcohol, when you turned your head and saw him.
           His blue eyes were already on you, watching every step you took and the brightness inside his eyes stopped you. God, those eyes could get you to do whatever he wanted, all he had to do was give you that lopsided smile and bright eyes and you’d go to the ends of the earth with him. His blond hair was unruly and in need of a cut, but he looked the same as he did at eighteen, just more. Wider shoulders sat underneath his short sleeve black shirt, thicker thighs underneath his black jeans, skin was more tan from being in California and filming the other side of the coast.
           His eyes bled relief as he drank you in. Like he was happy to see you here, like he had been praying, and now here you two were, mere feet between you instead of thousands of miles.
           “Gorgeous,” Tucker came up behind you, touching the back of your head and tilting it back to meet his lips in a soft kiss. You pulled back and looked at him as he smiled, “Wanna play beer pong with Jamie?”
           You attempted an answer but the word got stuck inside your throat as you quickly glanced back at Rudy, watching his eyes fill with something unreadable but you were quick to look back at Tucker, giving him another signature forced smile. “Yeah.”
           Tucker grabbed your hand and you were walking into the living room, leaving Rudy behind you. He really was here.
           “Oh, my god,” you murmured to yourself, lifting the plastic cup and taking another swig.
           You were almost able to forget that Rudy was somewhere in this home. You folded yourself into Tucker’s chest as your two friends went against two guys that Jamie played soccer with, but when your friends started bringing up memories of the old times was when you started to feel like you couldn’t breathe.
           “Do you remember the night we won the state championships?” Collin asked, wearing a grin, nodding his head towards the door and you followed his eyes to see Rudy had walked in the dining room with his castmate and close friend, Chase Stokes.
           Your stomach swallowed your heart as Rudy’s eyes landed on you and Tucker. You didn’t miss the way his blue eyes narrowed in at the way Tucker was holding you. His beer lifted to his mouth and he took a sip, his eyes finally reaching yours.
           “The same night Jamie went streaking and got caught for indecent exposure with the Sheriff?” Zoe asked, smirking and making everyone but you and Rudy laugh because all you could do was keep your eyes on him.
           Jamie shrugged, “I have no shame.”
           The corners of Rudy’s mouth lifted slightly, a small and teasing smirk toyed with your heart and suddenly, he wasn’t the only one that remembered that night because he was mentally dragging you down memory lane with him. That was the same night you spent with Rudy, holed up in your room and celebrating his win with just the two of you. You and Rudy had been dating for a year, but it was the first time he told you that he loved you.
           You could still see the look in his eyes, feel his fingers touching your collarbone and drifting up to where your pulse raced. Feel his confession whisper across your lips.
           Your escape came when Jamie touched Rudy’s shoulder, breaking your little trip down memory lane. “We should take Chase kayaking.”
           If you escaped while he wasn’t looking, you could maybe settle down whatever was happening inside your chest, stomach and head.
           “I need some air,” You said quietly, pushing away from Tucker.
           Tucker’s grin fell as he looked at you, his arms falling from your waist, “You ok, gorgeous?”
           You nodded and smiled, “It’s stuffy.”
           “Want me to come?” He asked, taking a step towards you but you touched his chest and brought your lips to his cheek.
           “I’m fine, I wont be long.”
           Tucker let you go and you promised Zoe and Kennedy you were fine as you went. You just needed to breathe, like actually breathe. Not suck in a breath and feel like it didn’t reach your lungs, you knew as soon as you walked outside and smelled the salt in the air that you’d be fine. You squeezed past people and found a quiet spot on the wrap around porch, you could hear the distant sounds of people talking and smell the sharp burn of firewood, it almost made your nose burn but it just felt so good to breathe in silence.
           You touched the back of your neck and sighed, God, why can’t I get over him?
           “I didn’t know you were seeing someone.”
           Your fingers stopped pressing against the tense muscles on your neck as Rudy’s voice filled your ears. A shiver raced down your spine and you looked over your shoulder briefly, seeing him standing there with his hands in his jean pockets. “Why not.”
           You looked away and crossed your arms over your chest. You didn’t know if you were actually cold, or if it was your body trying to fight off the nerves of suddenly being alone with Rudy.
           “Tucker James, Y/N?” He asked, sounding like he just couldn’t believe someone like you could be with Tucker.
           And that upset you, it angered you. You turned around to face him, “What does it matter to you?”
           “Tucker?” He asked again, looking distraught. “Y/N, you couldn’t stand the douche in high school. You hated him.”
           “Well, we’re not kids anymore, Rudy, now are we?” You shot back.
           Rudy’s jaw clenched as he turned his head, looking off to the side. He slowly brought his eyes back to yours, in the dim lights coming from the party you could barely make out the lightness inside your eyes but you knew they were an intense shade of blue, the same way they always got when he was upset.
           “No, I guess we aren’t,” he said softly, bringing his hands to his hips. “You deserve more than Tucker, Y/N, we both know that.”
           “How dare you,” you whispered, feeling tears prick your eyes. “You don’t get to say that because you don’t know me anymore, you made sure of that when you broke my heart.”
           “Y/N, don’t say that,” he whispered, shaking his head.
           You were so proud of him and who he was becoming, but you both knew that what was left between the two of you was because of him. “You never meant for One day, Rudy, and that’s fine but it took me too long to realize you never wanted it.”
           Rudy stared at you, his own sadness and heart break filling his whole being. He remembered the exact moment he promised you one day, he had taken you for a drive as graduation loomed above your heads. You both knew that your break up was fast approaching, but you were trying to soak up every moment with each other. His promise had been his way of saying that it wasn’t the end for you two.
           One day your paths would cross and bring you two together again. One day he’d come home for you. One day you’d leave Alaska and find your way to him. One day you’d be able to love each other without the distance between you.
           Rudy always meant for One day, there had never been a doubt in his mind that you were his forever, he just was waiting for that moment. “You know that’s a lie, Y/N,” he spoke softly, keeping his eyes on you.
           Seeing your eyes fill with tears only broke his heart further because he didn’t realize how much he hurt you.
           “If you meant it then you would have called. I wouldn’t be the last to know you had come home for a few days, I wouldn’t find out days after you went back to LA.” You touched your chest, “I tried to be your friend, Rudy, but all you did was ignore me, so no, you didn’t mean it.”
           You took a step to the side and he stepped with you, blocking your path. “Don’t walk away,” he pleaded. “Let’s just, I just wanna talk, Y/N.”
           God, his voice. It was so soft, a low grumble falling from his lips. His fingers lightly touched your hip as your eyes stared at his chest, the same one that was rising and falling with quick breaths.
           “Please, Y/N,” He begged, stepping into you and breathing in your light perfume. It was intoxicating to him, it changed but it was still familiar, it was still you. Rudy would take you anywhere you wanted to go. To that little cafĂ© you loved, the twenty-four hour iHop, to the waterfall he dragged you to five years ago, where he asked you to be his girlfriend.
           He’d go anywhere if it meant you were beside him.
           You finally lifted your eyes to look at him, the color making his heart melt. “No,” your voice cracked and as you pushed past his arm, his fingers fell from your hip.
           He turned, his eyes watching you as you headed back into the party, brushing past Chase and keeping your head down. You missed the gentle smile on his face as he stood, facing Rudy.
Chase lifted his eyes to Rudy, “Is that her?”
           Rudy nodded, breathing deeply.
           Chase shoved his hands into his front pockets, nodding slowly. “She’s a lot prettier than any picture.”
           Rudy knew this. Chase breathed deeply and nodded his head, “Come on, man. Jamie broke out the tequila.”
           Rudy preferred beer, but if he was going to go back to a party and watch you be with Tucker instead of him, then he’d need the tequila. As Rudy made his way to Chase, he touched his back, giving his friend’s shoulder a squeeze.
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nicolewoo · 3 years ago
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Yo, Jamie!!! It’s almost done.
Pairing: King Roman Reigns X Female reader
Warnings: None
My average day was a controlled chaos. Everyone wanted an audience with the king, and I had to know what issues were pressing, which nobles I could and couldn’t talk to, and a million other details. All of these things weighed on me daily. Now, with my mother and the church pressing me to take a bride, I’d reached a breaking point.
 After I had yelled at a servant for no reason, Charles the Lord of Sussex and my most trusted advisor and friend, suggested we take a few hours to go riding this morning. He’d been right, too. A few hours away from the castle and the nobles was exactly what I needed.
 We’d tried to slip out before the sun rose so we could avoid anyone, but as we prepared to leave the grounds, the Captain of the Guard saw us. Christopher was a tall lanky man with almost no hair anymore and an unfortunate habit of rubbing his face when he was nervous. Now, as he insisted that the king should not ride un-escorted, his hand brushed over his face repeatedly.
 “Your highness, we have hundreds of nobles arriving this week. I’m afraid there will be more thieves in the forest. I’ve got plenty of guards on the road, but if you’ll be avoiding the road,” he eyed me suspiciously, knowing I never stayed on the road, “I insist you take a couple of guards.”
I begrudgingly agreed but told the guards to stay far back from us unless we encountered other people.
Charles and I enjoyed a very peaceful ride, stopping once for a cleansing swim in a river and to eat some bread and cheese Charles packed. “My friend, you’ve done me a great service today.” I said as I lounged shirtless on a patch of grass soaking in the sun.
 Charles cocked his head a bit as if surprised to hear a compliment. “It’s my pleasure, sire. You needed a break.”
 “I guess we should head back.” I admitted as I stood and finished getting dressed. Charles finished a minute before me and packed up the rest of the food. Once mounted on my horse, I hesitated to leave. “I wish I could do this every day, like we did when we were kids.”
 Charles smiled at me. “You were never destined to a life of leisure, Your Highness. God chose you to be a wise and fair king who is building a greater country and a greater world.” He whistled to the guards I’d forgotten were even with us, and they mounted their horses to follow us. “Besides, you’d be miserable if you lived a quiet, boring life.” We both laughed.
 Finding a slow trot, Charles and I continued talking, mostly about Charles’s sexual conquests. As a young, unmarried titled man, he had his choice of lovers in the court, and none of them ever kept his attention for more than a few months. Knowing I’d be married off one day in a probable political move, I’d chosen to be much less adventurous. I’d enjoyed the affections of a couple of women, but I never knew if it was because they liked me or the idea of becoming a queen. Now that I was king, I was too busy, too stressed, too careful. I noticed the ladies at court. There were a couple of fetching noble women, but none that sparked anything even close to passion.
 I knew it was time to marry. I wanted to get married, but for love. Instead, women from around the world were invading my castle, and I was to meet every single one of them in a week-long quest to find a wife. Not only would my attendance be necessary at every meal and every social occasion, I was to meet each potential candidate in person and in private (with a chaperone), a task I was dreading. Meeting after meeting of women throwing themselves at my feet trying to become the next queen.
 “Are you ok, highness?” Charles’s voice broke me out of my worry.
 “Just thinking about this week.” I admitted to him.
 Charles thought for a moment before talking. “I envy you. You’ll have your choice of women. If I were you, I’d bed whichever ones I wanted. You could have a wife and mistress by the end of the week.”
 Of course, he was excited about the prospect of more women at court. “My friend, I believe you’re going to bed many of them this week.” I chuckled.
 Charles laughed with me, “Not until Your Royal Highness has ruled them out as your future queen.”
 “Well then, I’ve finally found the worth of being a king. I don’t have to accept your discarded women.” I stopped my horse at a river so both of us could drink. Charles pulled up besides us and jumped off his horse too.
 Charles’s laugh rang out over the forest. “Would that be so bad?”
 “Your prowess is well known, and I’ve seen ladies after you’ve spent an evening with them. I’d be afraid I’d disappoint.” I said.
 Charles smiled shyly. “Sire, you know whomever you choose must be pure.”
 I laughed now, “Are there any pure women anymore?”
 “On my oath sire, I’ve tried to ensure there are no virgins in this country. That’s why we are importing new virgins from other countries to meet you.” Charles teased before becoming serious. “I have a great feeling about this week, sire. I honestly think you’ll meet a fetching young bride from some exotic country that needs an alliance with us and you’ll find some measure of joy in your marriage.”
 “An alliance?” I looked down in disappointment and patted my mare on the neck reassuringly. “I’m afraid that’s all my marriage will be about.”
 “I’m telling you sire,” Charles said as he bent low to fill his water skin, “I believe you will find someone who will give you a cordial marriage.”
 “Cordial? I guess love is too much to hope for.” I hopped back on my horse.
 Charles mounted his horse too and we began a slow trot through the woods. “That’s what the mistress is for.” I knew he was jesting, but the seriousness of the whole situation fell on me again as we rode.
 Why was I forbidden to marry for love? Why was I born to be king? “Let’s speak of other things. Our ride was supposed to distract me.”
  Charles was always quick to raise my spirits. “The delegation from the Arabian Peninsula is bringing you a dozen stallions when they arrive. It’s said their horses are the best.”
At my happy expression he continued. “As soon as they arrive, I’ll let you know. Maybe you can find a few free moments to go see them.”
That sounded great. “Thank you. Not just for letting me know when the horses arrive. Thank you  for today. I needed this.” Charles gave me a respectful nod as his answer. I inhaled the forest air, trying to etch the memory of it into my mind to carry me through this busy week.
“Care to race, Your Highness?” Charles challenged. I didn’t answer but tapped my horse’s side to gallop full speed. I heard Charle’s call of “Not fair.” As I took the lead. He caught up quickly and we raced for a long while.
Realizing I was only hastening my journey back to the castle and my royal obligations, I slowed us down again and we rode in silence for a few short minutes before we heard the ping of metal hitting metal.
“Let the guards go first” Charles suggested.
Metal on metal usually meant swords, so I agreed. I motioned to the guards, and they rode ahead of us for a minute. As we neared the top of a hill, one of the guards motioned that it was safe. I looked ahead and saw a carriage with a wheel off on the King’s Road. “Let’s go help.” I said to the guards.
Peter, a thin young guard with messy hair and a patchy beard answered. “Your Highness, I can take care of this.” He motioned to the younger guard next to him. “William can protect you on the way to the castle if you’d like.”
In that carriage was surely one of my potential brides coming to the castle to meet with me. Yes, I wanted to escape, but maybe I could sneak a peek. If she was fetching, it could go a long way to easing my fears. If she was unattractive, at least I’d be prepared for my meeting with her. I trotted closer to the guard and took in the whole scene in front of me.
Not only had the wheel fallen off; it was stuck under the now emptied carriage. The ladies in waiting and an elderly man I assumed was the driver were seated on a blanket off to the side while what seemed to be the lady of the carriage tried to lift the vehicle.
She’d managed to get a small log on a rock and was trying to pry the carriage up using her body weight. It wasn’t working, but from where I was standing, I got a full view of a truly amazing bottom swaying with her efforts. I was so amused, I pondered not offering her help just to see how she’d do.
 Just as I was about to speak, she defiantly stuck her chin out and looked around my guards locking her eyes on me. “Must I ask for assistance or will it be offered?” She spit the words out like weapons.
 She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, despite the dirt all over her and hair falling out of it’s restrains and trailing down her neck. Her dress was beautiful despite the oil and dirt covering it. It was wrecked though.  
 She dabbed at some sweat on her forehead with a ragged piece of cloth and ended up smearing dirt on her face.
 Charles leaned forward a bit, “It will do you well to watch your tone in front of...”
 I interrupted, “The Lord of Sussex.” I had stolen Charles’s title, and he gaped after me in confusion. I shot him a look that convinced him to keep quiet.
 She seemed more contrite now. “My apologies, My Lord.” She curtsied a bit.
 I smiled down at her. “Think nothing of it.” I looked at Charles now. “Mister Brandon, Shall we assist this damsel in distress?”
 Charles smiled. “Yes your Lordship.” We dismounted and handed the reigns of our horses to the elderly driver.
 We made short work of lifting and replacing the wheel. After a quick survey of the road, the guards found a missing bolt. With that in place, the carriage would be fine.  
 “Why have I not seen you in court?” I asked as I held the carriage still While Charles and the guards.
 She exhaled haughtily “I’m afraid I’m not very welcome at court, nor do I care to go to court.”
 I lifted my brow “And why is that my lady?” I tried to suppress a laugh. She was so direct, so plain-spoken, unlike most of the women at court. Court could probably do well to have some women with backbones like her. It would at least make court more interesting.
  “I have an unfortunate habit of telling the truth.” I laughed hnow. Seeing that I was genuinely amused, Charles relaxed and laughed too.
 “Well now, telling the truth is a virtue, even at court.” I smiled as Charles chuckled under his breath.
 “My Lord, I’ve seen many things in court, but virtue isn’t one of them.”
I leveled her with my gaze. “Are you saying The King lacks virtue?”
 I caught a brief glimpse of annoyance in her voice.  “I said nothing of the kind!”
 “Are you saying the courtiers are without virtue?” I asked.
She blanched when she realized that as a Lord, I could be a regular at the palace. “My apologies My Lord. No. I simply meant that matters of piety are not a priority to all who attend the court.”
 I glanced over at Charles who was laughing under his breath at her stubbornness.” This is a fun game and one I didn’t want to end just yet.
 “Well, gentle lady, would 2 non-virtuous gentlemen of The King’s Court offer their assistance to a lady in distress?” I asked as I gestured to her now repaired carriage.
 “I tell you truly, sirs, that many in His Magesty’s Court would not assist, but to serve their own purposes.”
 I walked a step closer to her in a show of power, but instead of looking away, she stared me straight in the eye defiantly. “And what, pray tell, do I have to gain from helping you today?”
 “My Lord, I didn’t mean any offence to you or your friend.” She nodded to our party. “You have indeed done me a great favor today.”
 Was she finally breaking? “And what have I asked in return?”
 She smiled now. She was breathtaking when she smiled.
 @mindofasagitarius   @lclb13 @serenityfiretrash @lustyromantic @reigns-5sos @bigpsychicbagelauthor @omg-im-such-a-masochist @marlananicole @wickedsunfire
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thesassenachswiftie · 4 years ago
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Chapter 2: “You Need To Calm Down)
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Summary:
Chapter 2 is here! It's time for Claire and Jamie's first fight but that also it's time for their first make-up sex. This is my first time writing Smut but @statell assures me I did a good job. If that's really not your thing (I mean you are reading OL fanfic so it probably is), it's all the big paragraph near the end and the two dialogue paragraphs after you can easily skip to the last 3 dialogue paragraphs without losing the plot. Big thanks to everyone following along on this journey and all the kudos and comments on the last chapter.
This chapter is not only inspired by "You Need to Calm Down" but also by "The Reckoning" any quotes borrowed from either of these works belong to their respective author whom I am indebted to and admire greatly.
Notes:
First of all, I’m on Twitter now @sassenachswifty.
Second of all, There was a short lived comment on AO3 about Jo's pronouns on my last chapter. I genuinely think the commenter realized their mistake and deleted it before I had a chance to respond--which is fine and good, heaven knows I've made mistakes with pronouns and felt weird and caught of guard about them and all of that. Basically they were saying the they/them pronons were not grammatically correct and were distracting to the reader. I get that, I totally do, it feels uncomfortable because we were never taught about the singular they in school and it looks/sounds weird if you're not used to it. However, the sigular they has been recognized by APA, MLA and I believe Chicago style and is, therefore grammatically correct. It's something I'm getting used to as a writer and it's something we can try to get used to as readers as we move forward into a more progressive society. Our grandkids are going to make fun of us someday for struggling with pronouns. I just wanted to say it's ok to struggle, it's not ok to dismiss (which I genuinely believe the commenter was not doing). Jo came to me as a nonbinary character, and while it is a good exercise in pronoun usage for me as an author, that is not their primary function in the story, they are there to be Claire’s friend first and foremost. They/them are Jo's pronouns and I cannot and will not call them anything else because that would be disrespectful to them. My only other option would be to use "Jo" in every instance where he/she/her/him would come up which would be annoying, repetative and frankly, bad writing. Thank you for coming to my TED talk, now on with the show!
Chapter 2: “You Need To Calm Down”
Claire awoke in Jamie’s bed early on Saturday morning.  It was graduation day, but she was definitely not walking the stage.  Still laying on her side, she picked up her phone off the nightstand and began mindlessly scrolling Facebook, stopping at a collection of photos from an end of semester happy hour the night before.  Frank was there as well as several of their mutual friends.  Were they still friends? Probably not anymore, who knows if they ever were.  Claire tapped from the photos posted by Gillian to the tag that took her to Frank’s profile.  She scrolled down his feed to see if there were any new updates. Other than the pictures, it was the same barely cryptic statuses that were clearly throwing shade her way to anyone that knew.  In a tweet? That’s a cop-out. Taking shots at me like it's Patrón, she mused to herself, recalling the pictures from the night before. Claire began swiping through Frank’s photos going back further and further.  Her and Frank in front of the house with the “sold” sign in the yard.  A candid picture she took of Frank in a coffee shop one day.  Brilliant, smiling faces of them and their friends all dressed up at their New Year’s Eve party--many of the people pictured in the photos from last night. Frank proudly standing with his arm around her, Claire beaming and angling her hand just so a few days after they got engaged.  Claire was so engrossed in these images she didn’t realize Jamie had awoken behind her.  He leaned over to plant a kiss on that spot just behind her ear, pausing when he saw what she was looking at, “Damn Sassenach, it’s seven AM for Chrissakes” he hissed.
Claire’s face flushed immediately. She had been caught.  She didn’t even know why she was doing what she was doing, but she felt ashamed, defensive, embarrassed, and justified all at once.  She swiped out of her Facebook app instantly but it was too late.  He had seen and the damage had been done. She couldn’t speak, she didn’t have any good excuses, and she definitely couldn’t turn to look at Jamie. She set the phone back down on the nightstand and burrowed her curly head under the pillow trying to avoid his gaze.  She couldn’t see his face, but she knew Jamie was watching her intently waiting for an explanation.
“Hey, are you ok? I dinna mean to snap at ye Claire, It’s just early and I dinna expect to see ye looking at pictures of your ex after what I thought was such a satisfying night. Am I not good enough for ye Claire?”  His tone started gentle and caring, but his veins were pulsing with jealous rage and his voice got more angry and frantic as he continued.  “Look at me, Claire!”
Claire didn’t like being told what to do, especially not with the newfound feminist energy Jo had ignited in her.  She hoisted herself out from her cocoon, and sprang up to face him. “I don’t have to do what you tell me to. You need, to calm down, you’re being too loud!”
 He made a distinctly Scottish noise--“Hmpph. That’s not what ye said last night Sassenach” he growled.  He couldn’t help flirting with her even in his anger. She looked so bonny, bare-breasted with her curls splayed every which way, the fire of her anger alight in her whisky eyes--frightening and sexy at the same time.
Claire wasn’t amused by his quip, or by the tone of voice in which he said it, “you need to just stop, like can you just not? I don’t like it one bit!”
“Not what, Claire? Not want ye only for myself? Not feel jealous seeing pictures of that rat bastard with his smug grin and his arm around ye to be the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning? You do belong to me, whether ye like it or not. Why are you mad? I’m the only one allowed to be mad, Claire! Yer mine, damn ye Claire! Mine, and I wilna share ye, with a man or a memory or anything whatsoever”
Her glass face broke before his eyes as he raised his voice louder.  Her anger had turned to something fragile, something Jamie was afraid he would break.  Even still, she spoke softly, but confidently, “I don’t belong to you or anyone, I’m my own person. You need to just take several seats” She glanced away from him, trying to keep her composure.  
Controlling his urge to scream, he replied “I know that, that’s not what I meant.  I ain’t trying to mess with who you are or your self expression, I mean that I am yours just as much as you are mine”
Damn, he’s good, thought Claire as she met his gaze again.  His passion, even when directed towards anger, was still sexy.
“Claire, I see you over there on the internet all the time, this isn’t the first time you’ve done this is it?”
She nodded in agreement, embarrassed, but somehow she felt safe admitting it to Jamie.  She was beginning to realize just how much he truly cared about her.  As strange as it seemed, through this small fight, their relationship was moving from simply mutual, passionate attraction to something deeper.  It might have been there all along beyond the urges of the flesh, but she was just now truly seeing it.  It was exciting and terrifying all at the same time.
“Listen, I’ve learned a lesson that stressing and obsessing about somebody else is no fun.” Jamie disclosed, trying to restore the peace. “He’s not worth your time if he let a girl like you go on the drop of a hat like that.” This made Claire wince internally, hoping he didn’t see, there was more to it than that.  He didn’t seem to notice and continued, “What we have is like sunshine, but you act like you would rather be in the dark.”  He reached for her arm, caressing it gently.
“You’ve figured me out.  You’re right, I don’t know why I keep checking on him. I guess I’m hoping I’ll find out something horrible has happened to him; but I promise, only you have me.”
“I mean to have you Claire, I am your master and you are mine. It seems I cannot possess your soul without losing my own.”  Both of Jamie’s hands were on Claire’s arms now, gripping her more firmly now. They were drawing closer to each other, the passion of their anger still surging in their veins. “I want you Claire, I want you so much I can scarcely breathe. Will you have me?”
“Yes.”
Their lips met with a fervour unlike any they had experienced before, hands caressing everywhere. Claire moaned into Jamie’s mouth as his hand cupped her breast, stroking her nipple vigorously with his palm.  His lips moved to her neck, that spot behind her ear that made her giggle and squeak.  He was ravenous, consuming her flesh with his lips, making his way down to her other breast, sucking her nipple as he ran his tongue around it, willing all sorts of noises to emit from her mouth.  She was straddling him, grinding against him, feeling his wanting against her in just the right spot. She thrust her hands into his boxer briefs, tugging at his hips to bring them even closer.  He responded in kind, slipping his hands into the lace waistband her cotton panties and grabbing that arse he loved so much.  He moved one hand around to her front and started stroking her most sensitive area and slipped a finger inside her.  “Oh, Jamie” she moaned as she began to ease his waistband down.  She allowed herself to let him go for a moment, releasing him to remove his underwear, as she did the same.  As soon as they were fully exposed to one another, she was on top of him again.  She moved herself up and down his length, feeling him rub against her, igniting a euphoric sensation in her core. When neither of them could take it anymore he slipped inside her, and she took him in to the hilt, riding him almost violently.  All the anger and shame she had felt moments ago had transformed into a primal lust unleashed on him. He responded in kind, kissing her vigorously across breasts, neck and shoulders until she shoved him back on the bed to gain a better angle.  Pushing her hand to his chest for leverage, she rode him harder than she’d ever ridden anyone before--not even the vibrator she used to experiment with in college. She could see he was close, his face contorting as he resisted the urge to finish before her.
“Sassenach, you’ll be the death of me” he groaned.
“Just a little more, Jamie” she panted, just before crying out, “Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh”. Seeing her satisfied, he allowed himself to finish as well.  Claire gently detached from him and collapsed beside him, breathless, resting on his chest, hair sprawled across him.
“Oh Sassenach, ye keep that up and I’m liable to pick fights with you more often” he sighed.
“You better watch out before you start something you can’t finish” she quipped in response.  
Jamie simply made a Scottish noise in reply, staring at the ceiling stroking her hair, wondering if he had, in fact, done just that.
End Note:
I try to slip in as many lyrics from each song as possible and make it still "work", occasionally changing tenses or adding/subtracting words to make them work. Claire's orgasm moans are the "oh oh's" in the chorus of YNTCD and I'm simultaneously proud of myself and ashamed.
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katefiction · 4 years ago
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Million Pound Baby
by katefiction (Maria) / 2013
St. Mary’s Hospital, London.
Arthur Edwards stood on the front row of a scrum of photographers. Fifty or so of them had been waiting impatiently for their subjects to leave the hospital. Many were trying to jostle to the front, but Arthur was having none of it. The hospital had set up a press pen for a the chosen few, but that hadn’t stopped countless other photographers and TV crews from around the globe setting up camp across the street. 
‘Bringing back memories, Arthur?’ a fellow photographer asked him as he made sure he had all the equipment he needed.
‘Oh yes’ he replied. 
Thirty-one years earlier, he had stood at the same hospital as the Prince and Princess of Wales introduced a baby Prince William to the world. Back then, he had climbed up a nearby scaffolding to get a clear view of the baby’s face, a picture that none of the other photographers had managed to get.
Arthur didn’t fancy his chances of climbing anything like that today, not at his age. His fellow snappers were all much younger and much fitter than he was, but he was still at the top of his game. Thanks in no small part to his good relationship with the Prince of Wales, he had become popular with William too.
‘Any ETA mate?!’, one of the hacks shouted rudely to the guard that was standing at the hospital door.
‘As I’ve already said, someone will be out to give you all the information you need soon.’ he shouted back, shaking his head. The press had been relentless.
Twelve hours earlier, Clarence House had confirmed that the Duchess of Cambridge had been taken to St. Mary’s, and the press rushed to the hospital. Six hours after that came the announcement that she had given  birth to a baby boy.
They had been waiting ever since. 
‘Do you think they’ll come out or not?’, the photographer asked Arthur. There had still been no confirmation that William and Kate would let the press take pictures of their newborn. They had just been waiting there in hope that William wouldn’t let his protectiveness of his family get in the way of a momentousness story. 
‘I hope so, mate’ Arthur replied, looking at his watch. Six pm.    
                                                           * * *
Inside the hospital, in a private birthing suite on the top floor, William and Kate prepared to leave.
Kate, standing in front of the mirror in the en suite bathroom, lifted her hair into a ponytail before dropping it around her shoulders again.
‘Up or down?’ she asked, but got no response.
Poking her head around the door she saw her husband sitting at the end of the bed staring lovingly into a hospital crib.
‘William?’ she repeated. ‘Are you listening? My hair, should I wear it up or down?’
He turned around, pulling his eyes away from the crib for a second. 
‘It looks fine either way’, he said, not paying the slightest bit of attention.
Kate shook her head and returned to the mirror. ‘Spoken from a true baldy.’
‘Oi I heard that!’ he laughed. ‘Anyway, I’m not the only bald one any more, am I little one.’ He looked down once again. 
Their newborn son lay asleep in the crib, wrapped in blanket, his tiny eyelids flickering.
‘We’ll be baldies together’, William smiled. 
‘Give him a year and he’ll have more hair than you’, Kate said walking from the bathroom, having decided on a half up, half down do.
William lifted the baby gently out of the crib and cradled him in his arms. ‘Tell your mummy to stop teasing daddy.’
‘You really should stop taking him out, you’re going to wake him up.’
‘Good. He needs to wake up. He’s been asleep for far too long.’ William said. This was the fourth time this hour that he’d picked him up for a cuddle.
‘Will, I don’t want his eyes open when all those cameras are flashing, please don’t wake him up.’ 
He sensed her anxiety, and her new found mother-lioness attitude.
‘Listen, we don’t have to do this. We can go through the back door, it’s fine’, he said, trying to soothe her.
Kate picked up a baby blanket from the bed and began to fold it meticulously. ‘No, we’ll do it. It’s like Jamie said, if we do this now, they’ll leave us alone for a while.’
‘I need you to be sure. I’m taking your lead on this one’ he said. There were many drawbacks to marrying a prince, William knew this. One of them was being photographed just hours after you had given birth.
‘I am. It’s just five minutes’, she said placing the blanket into a bag. ‘And then mister’, she reached over and stroked her hand over her baby’s soft hair, ‘we can take you home.’
                                                                * * *
John Baker, William and Kate’s press secretary stepped out of the hospital’s main entrance ready for the waiting crowd.
The press pen fell silent.
‘Ladies and gentlemen’ he began. ‘Thank you for your patience.’
Arthur took a couple of snaps. He wouldn’t usually waste his film on royal aides, in fact it was an in joke between the photographers about how often they appeared in the back of shots of the royals. However, today he wanted as many pictures as possible to capture the day.
John continued, reading from a sheet of paper. ‘In approximately ten minutes, their royal highnesses, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge will be making a short photocall. The duke and duchess will not be answering any questions on this occasion. They kindly request that all noise is kept to a minimum as not to wake their son. Any further information will be released at a later date. Thank you.’
The press began firing a barrage of questions at John.
‘Has the baby got a name?’
‘Who does he look like?!’
However, he retreated back inside as soon as he could. 
Arthur’s stomach turned. It was finally here. He had followed William around the globe since the day he was born, and now he was here back where it all started. He found his mind wondering back to the last time he had seen William.
                                                           * * *
2 months earlier.
Mountain Rescue charity event, London. 
‘Ok everyone, smile’ Arthur said to William as he posed with members of the Mountain Rescue charity, of which he was patron. 
The flash went off capturing their smiling faces.
‘Evening Arthur’, William said later on, shaking his hand. Arthur was often on engagements with William, but he rarely got a chance to a have a conversation with him. 
‘Still going then? I thought you were retiring after I got married?’, William asked in jest.
Arthur laughed. He had indeed told William that he would retire after his wedding.
‘I have three grandchildren to please so I better keep going a while yet.’
‘Three? A handful I suppose?’
‘Oh yes. The eldest wants to go to university in the autumn, and paying that £9000 a year isn’t easy for her parents. I said I’d help out where I can’, he said, holding up his camera as an explanation of why he was still working. 
William nodded sympathetically. He wasn’t allowed to comment on issues such as the huge rise in tuition fees, but privately he wondered how anyone would be able to afford it. 
‘Where does she want to go?’ he said, attempting to steer the conversation away from politics.
‘Durham, Nottingham and somewhere you’d approve of – St. Andrews – are her three choices. Nottingham’s at the top of the list though.’
‘Ah, surely she can change her mind?’ William joked. ‘No better place than St. Andrews.’
Arthur chortled, and then said rather solemnly, ‘with those fees, she might not be going at all
’ He stopped himself, suddenly aware of how inappropriate it was to talk to William about his family’s financial issues.
William looked relieved to be out of that awkward spot, when his secretary Miguel came rushing over.
‘Excuse me, Arthur’, William said, as Miguel led him to one side.   
All Arthur heard next were three words, ‘duchess’, ‘fall’, ‘hospital’, but he knew it was enough to break a story.
William glanced over to him, his bright blue eyes suddenly grey, before rushing away. 
Arthur whipped out his phone, entering the number for the Sun news desk. As the phone rang, he thought of the look he’d just witnessed in William’s eyes.
Over the years he had seen him grow up with warring parents, seen the shadow fall across his face as he walked behind his mother’s coffin, and the anger when the paparazzi got a little too close to his wife.
He pulled the phone away from his ear and hung up before anyone could answer. He was the only member of the media who knew Kate had been taken to hospital. The rest would find out eventually of course, but at least this way, William and Kate could have some choice in when.
                                                                                      * * *
‘Are you ready?’ William asked as Kate, holding the baby in her arms, fiddled with the blanket that surrounded his head.
‘Yeh, I think so’, she said preoccupied with the blanket.
‘You’d say if you weren’t feeling well, wouldn’t you?’, he said, running his hand over her arm.
Two months earlier, she’d collapsed at home with an iron deficiency. William had been incredibly attentive, if not a little fussy, ever since.
‘Stop fussing’, she said, giving him one of her calming smiles. 
They were led by John to the doors, which opened to a symphony of flashes.
‘Whoa’, William grumbled.
Kate instinctively placed a hand over the baby’s eyes as the made their way to the centre.
The shouts all started at once, questions being fired from every direction. William placed a finger to his lips, quieting the pack.
Arthur watched in awe as William worked the hundreds of hungry spectators. He whispered something to Kate, causing her to remove her hand from the baby’s eyes.
Finally they had a good view of their future king. Soft brown hair crowned his tiny head, and full lips accented his face. Arthur snapped quickly, but was being pushed by the photographer to his right, who was trying to get a better shot.
Up on the steps, Kate asked ‘shall I pass him to you?’, an indication that in a couple of minutes, she will have had enough. 
She passed him over gently, placing him in the safety of William’ strong arms, prompting more shouts from the crowd. William scanned the press pen, his eyes landing on Arthur Edwards who was ferociously fighting for his place with another photographer.
‘Kate do you see Arthur?’, he said, leaning in to her.
She too, scanned the crowd, eventually finding him. ‘Yes.’
‘Do something for me. When I turn to him, I want you to look into his camera’, he said.
‘Are you sure?’ she asked, confused. It was common knowledge that a picture with a royal looking straight into your camera was more valuable than most. It was very rare to get two royals to do that in these kind of photo calls.
‘I owe him one’, he said. ‘I’ll explain later.’ Unbeknownst to Arthur, William was well aware of what Arthur had done, or hadn’t done at the charity event that night.  
William turned to look straight into Arthur’s camera, and Kate followed, smiling widely. 
Arthur stopped, stunned at what he was witnessing. William was turning the baby’s head ever so slightly so that Arthur had the three of them facing him. Finally his finger reacted, snapping wildly before they turned away. 
And then it was over. 
‘Ok?’ William said to Kate.
She nodded, her sign that it was time to leave. He passed the baby back to her, and linked and arm around her waist, leading her away from the mass, but not before he caught Arthur’s eye, giving him a quick nod.
As soon as they were back inside, the press retreated. Some would try and catch them leaving the hospital. Others went to get their pictures sent to their bosses in time for the print deadline that night.
Arthur, however, stood frozen to the spot, glaring into his camera. The picture he had was worth more than he could imagine. 
                                                                                               * * *
2 months later.
Sun Newspaper Offices, London.
A letter landed on Arthur’s desk. He recognised the monogram instantly. He opened it and began to read

“Dear Mr. Edwards,
Their Royal Highnesses, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge kindly request a digital copy of your photograph, as featured on the front cover of the Sun Newspaper, dated July 12th 2013, for their personal collection. 
Please attach an invoice for payment.

”
He wasted no time in putting the picture, as well as several others on a photo card, and writing a note to go with it.
“Dear Your Royal Highnesses,
Please accept the attached photographs as a gift from the Edwards family, on the occasion of the birth of your son.
Arthur Edwards”
 Before sealing the envelope, he pulled the note out once again and added a post script to the end.
“P.S. It may interest the duke to learn my granddaughter begins university this week.
At St. Andrews.”
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what-is-your-plan-today · 5 years ago
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Stark Spangled Forever: Wings
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Intro: They say that once you’ve been inked, it kinda becomes an addiction

Warnings: Bad language.
Pairings:
Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark
A/N:This takes place in the SSB universe way beyond Endgame. You don’t have to have read that series to understand or enjoy this but feel free to check it out but be warned this kinda reveals a few things...
SSF Masterlist // WIYPT Masterlist
This one shot was written for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ ‘s Follower Celebration writing challenge.  My prompt was “Is that a new tattoo?”
I also can’t claim credit for the song contained within this fic, I just tweaked one line
all will become clear when you read! 
Please re-blog and comment if you enjoy. Tagging all my usual SSB readers. 
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“Jamie
”Katie sighed exasperatedly as her 9 year old looked up from where he was sprawled on the rug of the den, piecing his newest lego kit that Sam and Bucky had bought him for his birthday “You need to get your stuff for school.” “Don’t wanna.” he pouted.
“Tough.”
“I don’t feel well.”
“Oh no, really?” Katie bent down, feeling his head. “Hmmmm. You do feel warm. What’s wrong?” “Sort throat.” “Oh, well
 that means no soccer practice tomorrow then
and you should go straight back to bed until I can take you to the doctors later today
”
Jamie paused and looked up at her and she raised an eyebrow “Nice try Pal.”  
“Mommmm”
“Don’t make me shout your father.” she used her ace card.
Jamie gave an exaggerated sigh and stood up, rolling his eyes. Katie bit her lip to stop herself laughing at the utter indignation on his face.
“It’s Friday dude.” she smiled at him. “You got all weekend to play legos if that’s what you wanna do.”
“Does that mean I can stay up late tonight to work on it?” he asked hopefully.
“Define late.” Katie looked at him.
“11?”
“Hmmmm, I dunno.” she said playfully.
“Please?”
“I’ll speak to your dad.” she said and he smiled at her, the pair of them both knowing full well that Steve was a soft touch when it came to stuff like that. He’d probably be there helping him out with it anyway.
“Ok Mom. Can you make sure Harry doesn’t touch it whilst I’m at school?”
“I’ll keep this door shut, I promise.”  Katie assured him.
He left the room and true to her word Katie shut the door to the den and watched him head up the stairs, passing Aurora who was on her way down with her rucksack, Steve right behind her with their youngest placed on his hip.
“Hi mammamama!” Harry babbled at her and she grinned, taking him off Steve and planting a kiss to his cheek.
“Hi baby!” she grinned as his hand instantly went to grab the chain of her necklace.
“Jamie not planning on going to school today?” Steve asked her with a grin as Rori headed off to find her shoes.
“Tried telling me he was sick so he could stay home and play legos.” she snorted “Soon decided he was ok when I told him that meant no soccer practice tomorrow morning.” Steve shook his head, smiling to himself.
“Daddy?” Rori tugged on his trouser leg and he turned his attention to her.
“What’s up Princess?”
“I can’t find my sneakers.”
“Where did you leave them?” he asked, his hand gently dropping to the back of her head.
“Erm
” she pondered for a moment, before she looked up at her mom bashfully.
“Somebody left them in the middle of the lounge
” Katie looked at her. “So the Fairies put them away.”
“Sorry
” Rori wrinkled her nose and blinked up at her mom.
“It’s ok. They’re on the shoe rack sweetie.” Katie nodded to the kitchen in the direction of the utility room located at the back of the house.  
“Thanks momma.” she said, running off to retrieve them.
“What time does Emmy’s train get in?” Steve looked at Katie.
“Just after twelve.” Katie said, blowing a raspberry on Harry’s cheek. “I’ll meet her and then take her straight to get inked
” Steve let out a breath from his nose. All Emmy had talked about since turning 21st was a tattoo. Steve wasn’t particularly sure he approved but then what could he do? She was an adult now. Katie hadn’t been bothered, but then as she’d pointed out, she had a big enough one on her thigh so it would be fairly hypocritical if she had. Emmy had won Steve over though when she’d asked him to draw it for her. She’d described what she wanted, a small Phoenix type bird that would sit just above her ankle. So after a few designs and sketches she’d finally settled on something she wanted and after a consultation she was having it done this afternoon.  
“You staying with her?” Steve looked at Katie, concern etched across his face. Katie gave a soft laugh.
“She’s a big girl now Steve but yeah, I’m gonna stay.” she said, tugging on his beard playfully.
“Good.” he nodded, jerking his head out of reach. “Do you need me to pick the kids up later or
”
“No, by the time their afterschool clubs are done we’ll have finished so I’ll do it.” she smiled as Rori came back, sneakers in her hand. She sat on the bottom step and proceeded to push her feet into the pink converse, Steve crouching down on one knee to tie her shoelaces for her.
“Thanks daddy.”
“You’re welcome sweetheart.” he said, dropping a kiss to her head before he turned to look up the stairs “Jamie! Come on!”
“I’m coming
” came the surly reply, and no sooner had they heard it he appeared at the top of the steps, rucksack in hand.
“Drop the attitude.” Steve said sternly as Jamie trudged down the stairs, scowling. Steve looked at Katie, raising his eyebrow as their eldest son stalked past them, heading to the door, Rori running behind him.
“Wait for me Jay
” she called, her small feet slapping on the tiles of the hallway as she went.
“Told you
” Katie said, smirking “He’s a mini you
”
“That filthy look he had on his face? That is a Stark expression.” Steve said, looking back at her as he picked Rori’s rucksack up.
“Is not.” Katie laughed “That’s the face you make whenever someone’s pissing you off.”
Steve gave a snort before he dropped a soft kiss to her lips, making Harry shriek.
“Kissy!” he laughed.
“See you later.” Steve smiled against her mouth “Love you.” “You too” she said, and with a last peck and a ruffle of Harry’s hair he headed after Jamie and Rori, barking out an instruction for them to quit their squabble over who was sitting in the front seat.
“Easy solution
” Katie heard Steve say loudly “You can both get in the back. End of discussion.”
Their protest’s died as the door snapped shut.
Katie chuckled to herself and looked at Harry “Shall we get you ready to go too baby boy?”
“Go!” he nodded, grinning. 
*******
Katie’s morning was reasonably easy. A meeting and a manuscript to review which she’d managed to do by half 11. Changing out of her office clothes into a loose pair of sweats, trainers and a hoody she headed out and made her way to Grand Central.
She spotted Emmy emerging into the main terminal and swept her daughter up into a hug.
“Hey mom.” Emmy said, squeezing her back.
“Ready to go get inked?” Katie asked, Emmy grinned and slung her satchel over one shoulder, linking her arm through her mom’s.
“You eaten?” Katie asked as they walked out into the early April sun.
“Yeah, followed the instructions.” Emmy nodded.
“Good.” Katie said. “Nervous?”
“A little.” Emmy shrugged “It’s gonna hurt right?”
“It’s not so bad.” Katie shrugged, “Some places hurt more apparently but
most important thing to remember is if you need a break just ask.”
“Ok.”
The two women walked a few blocks, catching up. It had been a couple of weeks since Emmy was home, fast approaching the last few weeks of the semester at Harvard before her exams started. All of her marks so far had been sky high, leaving her parents immensely proud, although both had taken great pains to tell her that they didn’t care what the outcome was, as long as she tried her best.
Eventually they reached the place and Emmy opened the door, stepping in. David, the man that had done the consultation a few weeks back beckoned them both through.
“Ok, so
” he said, tilting the screen to show Emmy the picture of her design he’d scanned “I gotta say I’m excited about this one, it’s pretty unique.”
“My dad drew it.” Emmy beamed.
“It’s phenomenal.” David smiled “I had to sharpen some of the lines up but there’s no major changes. Are you happy with it?”
Emmy nodded.
“Ok, and yours Mrs Rogers
” David clicked and the imaged changed. “The touches we’re adding to your thigh are fairly straight forward but this one
this is what I think it is right?”
Katie nodded.
“Awesome
” David smiled, and hit print and stood up to collect both the prints.
“Have you told Dad?” Emmy looked at her. Katie smirked and shook her head.
“Nope.” she popped the p on the word “Thought it would be a nice surprise when he gets to see it later.” “I’m not sure if I should be grossed out by that thought or not.” Emmy mumbled and Katie simply laughed.
Just over 2 and a half hours later they were done, leaving the parlour with strict after care instructions. Emmy had hardly flinched through hers, whereas Katie’s new one had been slightly uncomfortable due to the placing.
“Think that earned us a beer
” Katie said checking her watch. “Come on, we got time before we need to collect the heathens.”
***** “Show me! Show me!”  Rori demanded.
“You can’t see it yet short stuff.” Emmy said fondly “It’s still wrapped up.”
“When can you unwrap it?” Jamie asked.
“Another hour or so yet.” Katie answered “So quit bugging your sister and go put your school bags away.”
“Emmy do you wanna watch Sponge Bob with me?” Rori asked. 
“Only if we can sing the special song
” Emmy grinned, holding her hand out for a hi-five. Rori giggled, and slapped her smaller palm against her sister’s.
“What special song?” Katie looked at her.
“Oh just a variation on the theme tune we made up.” Emmy said, grinning mischievously 
“I dread to think.” Katie muttered, watching Jamie and Rori head up stairs to deposit their rucksacks in their room.
Katie bustled around making dinner, simple spaghetti and meatballs as requested by all 4 kids...well, the elder 3...Harry merely clapped his hands and yelled “getty” in agreement. She was stood stirring the sauce when she heard Steve walk through the door an toss his keys onto the table in the hall little under an hour later. 
“Daddy’s home!” she heard Rori shriek and a moment later Steve chuckled.
“Hey
” he said, sweeping her up and placing a kiss on her cheek. He carried her through to the kitchen where he greeted Harry with a ruffle of the hair as he sat by the table doodling on a pad with Emmy.
“Hi sweetie.” Steve said, as Emmy stood up to give him a hug. “How was the tattooing?”
“Good.” she nodded, “Oh, actually, mom
.should I unwrap it now?”
“Errr, yeah.” Katie said, turning the heat down on the stove and accepting the kiss Steve offered. “Can you watch these 2. I’ll go help Emmy out
”
“Sure.” Steve said, “Where’s Jamie?”
“2 guesses” Katie grinned at him and Steve shook his head, smiling, knowing full well that meant he was nose deep in lego.
Katie and Emmy bounded up the stairs and returned about 15 minutes later, Emmy proudly showing off the design on her right ankle. Steve had to admit, it did look pretty good, but then he would say that, he drew it after all.
They dragged Jamie out of the den for dinner, where the boy managed 2 helpings before he ran off again, almost having a meltdown when Katie told him he had to share the den as Rori wanted to watch Cartoons. One stern look from Steve nipped the tantrum in the bud and the 4 kids departed once dishes had been deposited in the sink, Katie waving away Emmy’s offer to help, telling her to go spend some time with her siblings. It didn’t take her and Steve long to clear down and they were heading towards the living room to collapse onto the sofa together, but the shriek and cheers coming from the den made them both stop in their tracks.
“What on Earth are they watching?”  Steve looked at his wife.
“Sponge Bob, apparently
” Katie said. The two looked at one another, before they headed back towards the den and peeked through the door which was open a crack.
Emmy was stood, swaying with Harry held on her hip, the pair of them laughing, whilst Jamie was doing some kind of strange running man dance as Rori bounced up and down on the sofa as the opening credits began to roll. Emmy opened her mouth and started singing along to the opening theme tune in a pirate voice.
Only she wasn’t singing the theme tune. They were completely different words.
“Who lived as a Capsicle under the sea?” Emmy paused to look at Jamie and Rori who both yelled back in chorus, Harry mimicking them as best he could whilst clapping his hands.
“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”
Steve blinked, looked at Katie, his mouth dropping open as she burst out laughing at the look of utter confusion and perplexment on his face. She pushed the door open further and all the kids turned to see their parents watching them. But instead of stopping, they continued to sing even louder at Steve as he folded his arms and leaned against the door frame.
“Saluting a hello and killing Nazis
” Emmy continued
“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”
“If patriotism be something you wish
”
“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”
By this point Katie was laughing that hard she couldn’t breathe. She doubled over, tears pouring from her face as the kids continued their relentless serenade to their father.
“Then throw a big shield and punch with your fist
”
“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”
That was it. Steve couldn’t keep his face straight any longer and he too started to laugh, grinning as Rori ran over to him and pulled on his hands dragging him into the room to make him twirl her round.
Eventually the song stopped and the room was simply filled with laughter which died down. Steve wiped his eyes and looked at his kids before he crossed his arms.
“You’re all grounded.” he smirked, and then ran as they started pelting him with throw cushions.
****
Later that night, as always, Steve couldn’t stop his eyes from roving his wife’s body as she walked out of the en-suite and into the bedroom, dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of sleep shorts ready for bed. As he lounged on top of the duvet, back propped up against the headboard, his gaze travelled down the lines of her body and he frowned as he spotted something on her thigh that looked different.
Suddenly it dawned on him what it was.
“Is that
is that a new tattoo?” Steve sat up, looking at her leg then to her face, and back again.
“Technically it’s an addition to an existing one.” Katie grinned as she made her way to the bed and knelt up in front of Steve. His hands gently fell to her hips as he examined the new ink. The area surrounding one of the 4 stars that formed part of the original tattoo had been shaded with red and gold in a water colour effect. He didn’t need her to explain, but she did anyway.
“That’s for Tony.” she said softly, “And these
” she pointed out 4 additional stars she’d had placed within the existing design “One for each of the kids.”
“Not one for me?” he eventually pouted playfully, looking back up at her.
She bit her lip and grinning slightly, pulled his shirt over her head leaving her top half naked, and she turned her torso slightly the left, holding her arm over her breasts so he could see. His eyes widened as he saw the design that was now etched onto her skin just underneath her left breast on her rib cage.
It was his wings. The wings he had worn on his helmet. The wings adopted by the Howlies as their symbol in the war. And above that sat a star that was the same as the others on her thigh.
“That’s for you
” she said softly.
Steve was struggling for words. There was something he was finding outrageously sexy about the fact she’d had that placed somewhere that no one would really see other than him. And something ridiculously sentimental about the design she had chosen.
“Do you like it Soldier?” she asked softly, biting her lip.
He looked up at her, smiling as his hands gripped her bare waist and he pulled her down with him so she was led on top of him. “I love it.”
“I love you
” she grinned, melting into his arms as his hands ran up her bare back, her nose nudging his softly.
“Back at ya pretty girl.” he smirked, before his lips claimed hers in a heated kiss.
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mymelodyheart · 4 years ago
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Highland Destiny Chapter 5 ~Dinner for Two~
They were standing in the middle of the lounge, suspended in time and space, between heaven and earth, looking into one another's eyes. Claire's hand was still in Jamie's, his fingers generating tiny sparks that surged erratically through her body, fanned into a flame with just a little pressure of touch. His eyes, dark with wanting, bore into her soul, sending delicious heat to her core. She felt the sudden rush of blood to her head as her heart raced, scattering all logic and reasoning into some unknown dark abyss. She tried to summon a memory from the past; Frank, Oxford, the hospital corridors, her parents, uncle Lamb... anything to keep her from drowning into Jamie's deep blue. But it was futile. She was falling, dropping, slipping, but she had no idea into where.
The electrically charged interlude was interrupted by the sound of ringing from Claire's iPhone, jarring them from their trance and making them both blink. "  Dhia  !" Jamie murmured under his breath as his hand released Claire's, to rub the nape of his neck.
Ding! Ding! Saved by the bell. 
O' sweet Lord Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! Ding ding indeed!
Regaining a tiny bit of composure, Claire reached behind the back pocket of her jeans, extracting her phone. "I need to take this," she whispered hoarsely, barely audible.
He nodded and motioned with his hands towards the doorway as he made his way to the kitchen. She nodded back with an apologetic smile.
Seeing the image of the caller on her phone, Claire momentarily forgot Jaime and what just transpired. "Geillis, darling!"
"Hiya chick! How are you daein'? O' my God, o' my God ah heard from Joe yoo're in town. Sae, ye moved here for good?" answered an animated woman's voice in broad Glaswegian.
" Absobloodylootely – YES! Oh God, it's so good to hear your voice, Geillis. We ought to meet up as soon as possible. Listen, are you free Friday night? If so, let's catch up then. It has been bloody ages!"
"Och this is so excitin'! Aye definitely, let's meet up. Maybe Joe will come too. Ah cannae wait tae see you and show you our shop. By th' way, what's wrang wi' ye? Ye sound like ye hae bin runnin'. 'Tis a bad time?"
Claire twisted backwards to peek through the doorway. She saw Jamie leaning over the sink, splashing water to his face and neck and felt the heat crept up her own. "Well, kind of. Look, sorry to make this short but got to go. I promise to call you first thing tomorrow. Is Scotch & Rye Pub on Friday at 7 ok? I've been told that its the place to be. We can grab some fish and chips if you fancy."
"Brilliant, sorted! Scotch & Rye pub it is then Friday at 7! Ah cannae wait. An', och, Claire...you hae a laddie there wi' ye?" She can almost see her friend's cheeks dimpling and giving a wicked wink.
"Sod off, Geillis!"   She always knows, the bloody cow!   With that, Claire turned off her phone.
Although she was so thrilled to hear from her friend, the call was a welcomed distraction. Geillis was one of her closest mates in Oxford in medical school. And along with Joe, they were the three Musketeers in the campus until Geillis dropped out. In the earlier days, she developed an interest in Alternative Healing after joining a movement against big pharmaceutical companies; hence, she left her medical studies and followed her boyfriend to Inverness to set up a health and herb shop.
Claire was staring at the phone in her hand when Jamie walked back in. He leaned on the doorway, smiling, his breadth blocking the light from the corridor. "Hey, Sassenach. Shall we start dinner?"
She smiled back. "Sure!" And she followed him to the kitchen taking his outreached hand.
..........
In the next half hour, Claire busied herself with dinner's preparation while Jamie chopped the shallots and washed the chanterelles. Still rattled from earlier, she carefully stirred their conversation onto something neutral and avoided eye contact, but working in such a small area, touching was unavoidable. A couple of times, he had to place his hands on her hips as he navigated narrow spaces, and his mere touch sent bolts of heat coursing through her body. But with his laid-back and relaxed manner, it wasn't long before they were back to bantering and joking. Once the chanterelles had been sauteed, and the rice and shallot simmering in broth and wine, she left him to continue cooking while she washed and changed.
Drying herself after a quick shower and shave, Claire was very conscious of Jaime in the other room. Just knowing that he was there under the same roof was enough to make her heart do somersaults. She could hear him moving about as the wooden floors creaked and the pots and pans banged. For a very big man, he looked right at home and comfortable working in the kitchen.
In her bedroom, she looked for something to wear but looking into her wardrobe, there wasn't really a lot of choices.   Well, it's only Jamie anyway, it's not like it's a date!
Well Beauchamp, ready for round 2? Ding! Ding!
Wot round 2? There will be no round 2.
So why did you shave your legs?
Rubbish! I always shave my legs.
Liar, liar, pants on fire!
Annoyed with herself, she decided to put on a pair of black leggings, an over-sized sweatshirt emblazoned, OXFORD and white woollen socks. She twisted her hair to the top of her head and fastened it with a hair clasp after giving up on taming her wayward curls. Looking into the mirror, she scrunched her nose and poked her tongue out. 
Ok, Beauchamp, let's do this! 
Do what? 
Get laid? 
Not gonna happen. 
But you want to. 
I do not! 
Liar, Liar, Pants on fire!
Sod off!
Satisfied with her reflection, she went to the kitchen.
When Claire walked in, Jaime was in the process of opening a bottle of Chablis. He gave her one of those heart-dropping smiles as he took in the sight of her. His eyes travelled up and down, lingering for a moment at her breast.   Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! Can he tell I don't have a bra?   She quickly reached down to touch the hem of her sweatshirt to check its thickness. Taking it as an awkward moment, Jamie reached out and guided her to the table, placing a hand on the small of her back. The scent of her favourite food made her stomach growl ferociously. He must have heard her belly rumble. "Hungry Sassenach? he said with a grin.
She was pleasantly surprised to see that Jamie did make himself at home. There was nothing else for her to do: the table was set, the green salad dressed, her flowers haphazardly arranged in the vase and placed on a side table, and he even had a few of her scented candles burning. In the background, she could hear L-O-V-E song by Nat King Cole playing softly in the lounge. In spite of her nervousness, she couldn't help but smile. Maybe the hunger was getting the better of her.
"Very hungry, indeed!" she replied. Then cocking her head, she exclaimed, "Oh my God, Jaime, you have Uncle Lambs record player working! Sorry, I don't have any sound system set up yet. It's been a hectic during the last few days. There's still a lot of things I need to do with this house."
"Och, dinna fash Sassenach. I love old music and light jazz. We still have my grand parent's record player in our family home, and occasionally, we play some of my ma's collections for 'ol time sake. I hope you dinna mind me going through your uncle's records."
"No of course not, that's what it's there for. Maybe after dinner, we can go through some and listen to some old jig."
"That's grand, Sassenach!" He took her hand and kissed the inside of her palm.
Over the next couple of hours, Jamie and Claire got better acquainted over Rissotto and wine. As the evening progressed, Claire began to relax and enjoy herself as they exchanged stories about their families and life. She found Jamie charming, and like most Scots, he was born a storyteller. He spoke of his late parents and his sister in Lallybroch where he grew up, and in return, she reciprocated in kind and spoke of her travels to archaeological sites with Uncle Lamb and what she can remember of her parents.
After dinner, they moved to the lounge to listen to records. While Jamie lit up the log burner and prepared the whisky and tumblers, Claire fixed a tray of strawberries and cream and coffee. Claire couldn't help notice how at ease Jamie was - he looked like he's lived in Uncle Lamb's cottage forever. For the first time she arrived in Inverness, Claire felt at home, and she wondered if it had to do with Jamie.
..........
Three-quarters of the whisky bottle later, Jamie and Claire collapsed on the floor, spent from laughing so much, after attempting to dance the can-can to Sinatra's "New York, New York." Jamie was a terrible dancer, and Claire couldn't help but giggle her way through the routine. After a few more twirls and twists, they decided to call it a night. She didn't want the evening to end, but it was getting rather late. 
Claire got up from the floor and holding up an almost empty bottle in the air, she announced, before slumping on the sofa, "Ok, Jamie, last drink. I'm totally knackered."
Jamie followed suit, but instead of sitting beside her, he sat down on the coffee table facing her. He reached out and took her hands between his own. This time, there was no hint of seduction or suggestion of flirt. "Sassenach, thank ye so much for a lovely evening. I've never laughed so much in my life, but I will need a taxi, I canna drive back home in my state," he said with a slight slur.
"Rubbish, you can stay here, there's plenty of room. I won't have you driving after drinking so much, and you can have my bed, it's the biggest in the house. I'll take the guest room," Claire insisted. She tried to stand up but swayed a bit. As she regained her balance, she looked up at him and smiled. "And Jaime, I had a wonderful time too. Thank you." Claire got on her tip-toes and gave Jamie a kiss on the cheek before swaggering backwards. She giggled. "Ooops."
"Weel, if ye don't mind, then I don't mind either." Jamie slightly unsteady on his feet, caught Claire by the elbows and laughed.
Claire peered into the almost empty bottle of whisky and poured the rest in each of the tumblers. "Good! That's settled then. And no, I don't mind at all. Last drink?" she said, handing a glass to Jaime.
"Aye." And raising his glass, he made a toast. "Slange var Sassenach!"
Claire wobbling on her feet managed to raise her glass, laughing. "Cheers mate!"
After downing their whisky, Claire handed the glasses and empty bottles to Jamie. "Right, I'll go and get some fresh sheets, and you can bring these in the kitchen. Then off to bed."
"To bed or to sleep?" he asked mischievously with a glint in his eyes.
"Ha-ha,"
Claire hurried to the bedroom, slightly zig-zagging as she made her way. That last remark from Jamie made her conscious of him all over again.   Damn you, Jaime!   As she was getting some fresh linens from the cupboard, she heard a thump and glasses falli
"Jamie, are you alright?" She went quickly to the kitchen and found Jamie taking off his shirt stained with wine. On the floor were shards of glass and spilt leftover wine.
"Och sorry Sassenach, I'm not familiar with your house, and I forgot you had boxes laid there. I tripped over them."
Claire thinking he might be still shaky on his feet due to intoxication, pulled him away from the broken glasses. "It's alright, Jamie. Just stand back a little please." After cleaning up, she went over to him to see if he had a cut. "Let me see you hands Jamie."
"Dinna fash Sassenach, it's just a wee cut." He held up his thumb, and she saw there was a shard sticking out. She quickly went to her first aid kit drawer, to get a tweezer, iodine and some cotton. It was a small cut, but the shard had to be taken out. 
Holding Jaime's thumb to the light, she pulled the glass out from the cut, and fresh blood started to flow. Without thinking, as if it was the most natural thing to do, Claire put his thumb to her mouth to suck the blood.   Oh, sweet Mother Mary, what did I just do?    She only came to her senses when she felt Jaime drew a sharp intake of breath. She felt embarrassed. Feeling idiotic and foolish, Claire didn't dare look up to Jaime and slowly released his hand. Head bowed, she realised he had taken off his shirt after forgetting about it for a moment. As her eyes wandered to his naked torso, she noticed his hard washboard abs and the movement of his breathing. On the hollow of his navel, ran a trail of dark reddish-gold hair that disappeared into his jeans. The thought of running her finger on that trail made the insides of her legs quiver. The skin on her face and neck turned hot.   Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, what have I done, and what am I thinking?
"Sassenach, are you alright?" Jaime said softly as he lifted her chin to look him in the eye. What she saw in Jaime's eye was a concern, instead of his usual mischief. She can only nod, too aware of Jamie's naked torso "You dinna need to be scairt of me - I wouldna force me on you." He paused, taking her hand. "But I would verra much like to kiss you. Would you mind?"
Point of no return, she swallowed. "No Jaime, I wouldn't mind." She paused and then continued, her voice sounding raspy to her ears. "Please kiss me," Then she placed her cool hands on his hard abdomen. 
The moment, Claire touched him, he felt his body was on fire. He thought of the other women in his life in the past,   Louise, Geneva, Annalise, Laoghair e, and looking back, he realised how shallow they have been. The sex was always a welcome release, but beyond that, there was nothing. With Claire, everything came naturally; he was himself, he can laugh, and most of all, she was herself. He looked down at the woman before him but still found himself confused with what he was feeling. 
Jaime, staring into Claire's golden caramel eyes, slowly lowered his head, one hand behind her neck and the other on her waist, pulling her against him. Their lips met, just the lightest touch, but it was enough to send electricity sparks across every nerve ending. It was just a grazing of lips, but he was shaken to the core. He pulled away, his heart hammering, taking shallow breaths. He looked at Claire's beautiful face, her eyes were closed and her lips lightly parted.   Dhia!   Unable to contain himself, he pulled her back once more, this time into a more passionate and intense kiss. He gently thrust his tongue to the opening of her mouth, parting them to delve inside, teasing and probing until she made whimpering sounds. Her own kisses became hot and urgent, her arms snaking around his neck while her fingers ran through his hair, and this made him kiss her harder more. Standing on tiptoes, she pressed her body closer, crushing her breast against his hard chest, sending pleasures down his groin and making Jamie groan.
They pulled away for air, and Jamie searched Claire's face. "Sassenach, I want ye so much, I can scarcely breathe. Will ye have me?" His voice cracked.
He thought his heart would burst when she nodded. 
Feeling emboldened, Jamie then hoisted Claire on to the kitchen counter and clumsily pulled up her sweatshirt, releasing her hair from its clasp and revealing her white breasts. Her curly mass came tumbling down, and Jamie ran his hands through them, raining her neck with urgent kisses and nibbling her earlobes. "  Mo Nighean Donn,"   he whispered. Her legs automatically wrapped themselves around his waist, and she arched her back as an invitation, Jamie's Gaelic endearments making her wild. "Christ Claire, ye are so beautiful!" Jamie whispered in a ragged voice.
Claire moaned loudly as he lowered his head to suckle at each breast, paying homage to each erect nipple. Then his tongue started its frenzied exploration on her skin as his hands tugged at the waistband of her leggings. Once released from the constriction of clothing, Claire said in a husky voice, "Take off your pants, I want you now." 
Seeing Claire exposed on the kitchen counter with her legs apart, was enough to drive Jamie wild with lust. He quickly unbuckled his belt and lowered his jeans without taking his eyes off Claire. Relieved of his jeans, he gathered her into a crushing embrace, his hands fondling her round arse, pressing his hardness against her. Her hips started to rotate, wrapping her legs tighter. He reached down between her thighs, and the feel of her slippery wetness made him groan and grab her thighs even tighter. "Jamie, I want you inside me, please."
Hearing the plea, Jamie lifted her with ease, spreading her legs as he pinned her against the wall. Without a word, he plunged his cock into her wetness. Jamie silenced her cries with a hard kiss thrusting his tongue in the same rhythm as his cock. After a moment, breathing hard, he released her lips, biting and kissing her neck, his hands tightening their hold on her arse as he rammed into her, slamming Claire's back against the kitchen wall. She whispered "harder," and "deeper" as she bit him hard on the neck, which drove Jamie to the edge. He did as she asked and more. As Claire let out a loud cry, her body began to convulse, making his balls tighten. Finding his own abrupt rush of release, Jamie arched his back as he thrust one last time and let out a grunt. 
They held each other for a long while, not speaking, not moving. Eventually, Jamie carried Claire to her bed. She was limp in his arms. As he laid her down, he slipped in under the duvet with her and gathered her close to him. They fitted perfectly. And then he whispered softly,   tha gaol agam ort mo chridhe.
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myhockeyworld87 · 5 years ago
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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 18
Word Count: 4686
POV: Reader’s 
Warnings: Smut, like NSFW, cursing
Notes: I’m just going to apologize in advance for the smut, I don’t know what came over me; but at the same time I really enjoyed writing this smut. Is that wrong? hahaha! If it is I don’t want to be right...hahaha. I hope you guys enjoy it as much I do. Peace, Love and Hugs!
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Of course, arriving at the new house at two in the morning wasn’t the way you wanted to see your dream home; but it still took your breath away when you walked through the door. The dĂ©cor almost looked like something out of a magazine, and not your home. You couldn’t believe the amazing job the designer and her team had done in such a short time. You walked around the place in awe; it literally was your dream come to life.
 The chandelier over the dining room table looked gorgeous and cask the room in an intimate glow; you couldn’t wait to have a meal in there. The office still had work to do, but you just overlooked that. When you entered the open concept kitchen and family room; it looked warm and cozy. The designer had placed pictures of both your families, as well as some of you and Tyler throughout the room. The built-in bookshelves also housed some, as well as vases and unique decorations. You felt like your head was on a swivel taking everything in; everywhere you turned there was something else to see. Tyler’s words, brought you out of the spell that had been cast from when you walked inside. “Wow! The place looks amazing.” You could hear the wonder and awe in his voice.
 “I know! It’s simply gorgeous. I can’t believe we live here.” The two of you strolled into the game room, where all of Tyler’s memorabilia had been put out on display. “Oh my god, I love this. It looks so much better in here than where it was in the old place.” His framed jerseys were hung on the wall, as well as some of the most important pucks from goals he’d scored.
 “Come on let’s go see the upstairs.” He grabbed your hand as you made your way up the staircase. The room you had chosen for the baby was left empty, though three other bedrooms had been transformed into beautiful guest suites for when family stayed with you. In the movie theater, you could just picture you and Tyler curled up watching one of your favorite flicks. An authentic popcorn machine adorned the back wall, which you had a feeling you’d be using soon, as a craving suddenly hit you.
 You made your way through the rest of the house, before Tyler scooped you up in his arms and carried you into the master suite. “Ty, is this really necessary?” It seemed to be a new habit of his lately.
 “Yes.”
 The bedroom furniture that you’d ordered fit the room perfectly. On the nightstand was the black and white photo of you and Tyler that was your favorite. The bedding gave the room a cozy vibe and made you want to crawl up among all the pillows; which you would have, had you not still been in Tyler’s arms. “It’s gorgeous in here.” You squirmed in his arms, so you could take the whole view in; and he gently laid you down on the pillows.
 “You’re the gorgeous one.” He crawled on top of you, a distinct look in his eye that you recognized so well. It may have been close to three in the morning, and you were exhausted but one look at Tyler and your whole mood changed. Reaching up you placed your palm on his jaw and brought his lips to yours; where you kissed him lovingly. “I want you so bad baby; but I know it’s been a long day.”
 “Ty, stop talking and take this damn costume off; so we can christen this bedroom properly.” He laughed, then tugged the sleeves of the one-piece Mario getup off his arms; while you wiggled out of the dress, both of you moving feverishly. Finally, you were both stripped down to your undergarments; only then did you come back together, hands roaming each other’s bodies, as your mouths fused together. As you trailed your nails down his back, he shivered and pressed his body into yours; a moan escaping you when he did. He slid your bra straps down, his lips going to the skin he exposed. Popping the clasp, your breast sprang free and he took a taut nipple into his mouth. You squirmed underneath him, as jolts of pleasure pooled in your core. His thigh was between your legs and you found yourself grinding on it, as he continued to suck on your tits. Your hands ran threw his hair, part holding him close and pulling him away.
 Your body felt on fire, as you thrust your hips seeking more. “Easy baby.” His hand skated to your hips, holding them down as he rubbed his thigh against your clit; you whimpered. Releasing one hand from his head, you reached inside his waistband and felt his hard length; sliding your palm up and down him. “Fuck (Y/N), the things you do to me.” You pumped him in your hand and felt him harden even more. His hand went to your panties, pulling on the one side to get them to come off. “Lift up, I need these off.” You happily obliged, as he finally rid the lingerie from you.
 He removed his boxers at the same time. “Ty, I need you.” It was a moan and a plea all in one; and his hand snaked between the two of you to make sure you were ready for him.
 He didn’t need to check; you’d been wet from the moment he laid you on the mattress. You felt his fingers slip between your folds and you sighed from the pleasure of it. “Fuck baby, I need to be inside you.”
 “God, yes Ty.” Spreading your legs wide, you invited him to enter you. Cock in his hand, he ran the tip against you; coating himself with your wetness. He leaned his forehead against yours; then thrust fully inside you. “OOOOooo, you feel so good.”
 He started to slide in and out of you; your hips rising to meet him. Bodies fitting perfectly together, as he rocks into your pussy. His eyes locked with yours, as the two of you move as one. “God, I love you.” He pants out.
 “I love you too Ty
.so much.” He thrust into you and you shattered, calling out his name; the sound causing him to fall off the edge with you. You were both sweaty and breathless, as you laid in the new bed sated and happy. Idly you stroked his head, playing with his curls. Neither one of you spoke, and you could feel your lids growing heavy; so, you stirred.
 “Babe, where are you going?” Ty’s voice was garbled, laden with sleep; as he tightened his hold on you.
 “Bathroom and to let the boys in. It’s their first night too.” You padded across the floor quickly, half disoriented when you entered the ensuite. It took you three attempts before you found your makeup remover and a wash cloth. You made your way back to the bedroom, where Tyler was under the covers asleep. Letting the dogs in, you crawled into bed beside him careful not to wake him up.
 All three dogs jumped on the bed, rooting around trying to find a comfortable spot. “Babe, why are you so far away.” He was reaching for you, trying to draw you closer to his body.
 “I thought you were sleeping and didn’t want to wake you up.” You scooted over, making Gerry move in the process. You kissed him quickly before rolling over so he could spoon you; within five minutes you were both sound asleep.
 At eight in the morning the alarm went off, startling you both. “Why in the hell is the alarm ringing?” Tyler grumbled over at you; as he squeezed you tighter and shut his eyes.
 Leaning over as best you could, you grabbed the phone; silencing the alarm. “The designer is coming at nine to finish. Can you let me up?”
 “Uh-uh” A small chuckled escaped your lips at his childish answer. “Call her and tell her to come tomorrow.”
 “I have to work tomorrow and you’re leaving on a road trip.” His arm around your waist grew heavier, you could tell he was relaxing back into slumber. “You sleep, I’ll handle the designer; and try to keep them quiet.” Thankfully the office was on the opposite side of the house. Moving his arm, you slipped out of his embrace and the bed; kissing him on the forehead as you made your way to get ready.
 Shortly after nine the designer and team showed up and got to work. She went over the few changes she made yesterday to the house with you; and a few thoughts she had about the nursery. You and Tyler hadn’t had time to discuss the baby’s room yet; though you were quite fond of what she had put together for you.
 Tyler came out to the kitchen around ten-thirty. “Morning babe. You want me to make you some breakfast?” You asked going up on your toes to greet him with a kiss. He held you longer than necessary with random people roaming your house; though you didn’t mind.
 “Sure, if you’re going to eat too.” He knew you too well; knew that you’d only grabbed a protein bar earlier. You nodded your head yes; then went about getting ingredients for omelets. “So I forgot to mention to you last night; that Chubbs and Rads are coming over this afternoon.” You glanced over at him before he continued. “When we were waiting out in the garage, we were talking about the place and I said to come on over and check it out. You don’t care do you?”
 “No, why would I? What time are they coming?”
 “Around four I think. That ok?”
 You threw the eggs in the skillet and started to cook them. “Yeah that’s fine. Why don’t you text them and have them stay for dinner. I told Jamie I would cook when you guys got home, but we could do it tonight as well.”
 “You sure babe. I don’t want to put you out or anything.”
 “I planned on cooking for us; it’s no biggie to add two more.” Adding the cheese to omelets, you gave them a few more seconds in the pan. “Did you want to grill or want me to make something else?”
 “You know what I really want?” you looked at him questioningly. “Your stuffed shells.”
 Placing his plate in front of him, you teased. “Those take forever to make, and you don’t even like pasta.”
 “I made that comment one time in an interview; and you’ll never let me forget it.” You both laughed. “But you know I love your stuffed shells, their one of my favorite foods.”
 “I know. How about I have them for you when you come back.” You’d be in the kitchen all day if you made them; between the homemade sauce and then cooking the meat to fill them.
 “Alright. How about that roast you made that one time your parents came up?”
 “God Ty, that was like what; this past May or something. Wasn’t it?”
 “Yeah, well what can I say; it was unforgettable.” He forked a mouthful in; his breakfast practically gone before you even sat down.
 “Alright, I’ll run to the store and get the stuff; while you clean up from breakfast.” He scrunched his face but then grabbed a bite of your omelet.
 “We could both clean up and both go to the market.” Which really meant, you’d be doing the dishes while he sat there and watched you; which was fine. The man would really do anything to get out of loading the dishwasher.
 “Ok.” You finished your breakfast; Tyler stealing bites here and there. The two of you headed to the store, grabbing all you needed for your impromptu dinner. By the time you returned home, the designer was just finishing up. Everything looked perfect, and you thanked her for all her hard work; telling her you’d be in touch soon.
 You were just finishing up dinner when Rads and Jamie came by. Tyler was giving them the grand tour of the house; when they finally ended up in the kitchen. “So what do you guys think?”
 “It’s really incredible.” Jamie stated. “I can’t believe the backyard.”
 “Yeah, really nice digs.” Rads added. “Smells good in here.”
 “Thanks, I hope you guys are hungry.” You’d set the table in the kitchen, instead of the dining room; since it was just the four of you. “You guys want a beer or some wine? Ty, would you get them some drinks?”
 He got the drinks, while you took the meat out for him to carve. Everyone sat down at the table, as you brought the meal over. You were mid-step carrying over the asparagus, when the baby kicked you hard. “Woah, easy there little one.” Jamie looked at you with a worried expression. “It’s fine, the baby is just kicking a lot at the moment. Want to feel?” You placed his hands on your abdomen where the baby was kicking.
 “Wow that’s amazing.”
 Tyler set the meat platter down, an expression on his face you couldn’t read. “Well dinner’s on the table.” He was glaring a bit as Jamie removed his hand from your stomach. Dinner was awkward. While the meal itself was fine; it was the conversation or lack there of that put the room on edge. It seemed as though Tyler was pissed at Jamie for some unknown reason; for he all but shoved him and Rads out of the house as soon as dessert was done. Claiming they all needed to pack for the long road trip ahead. You wished them both good luck as they left and told them you’d have them over again soon.
 “Ty, what the hell was that about?” You asked as they were pulling out of the driveway.
 “What do you mean?” He was heading back the hall to the bedroom.
 “I’m talking about how rude you were during dinner. What set you off?”
 He was in the closet, grabbing suits out. “I’m fine. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He pulled out a burgundy based plaid with a navy tie; one of your favorites. You stood there hands folded across your chest as you waited for him to say more. “Stop looking at me like that.” He acted this way a few times before, most recently with Robert. Which is why you continued to remain silent, until he told you what was going on. “Fine, do you really want to know what’s bothering me?”
 “I asked, didn’t I?” It was a snarky comment, but he was pushing your buttons at the moment.
 “I’m tired of you and Jamie flirting all the time.” Taking a step back, you were thrown for a loop with that comment.
 “What are you talking about? Jamie and I do not flirt.”
 “Last night, I found you in his arm twice; then today he’s got his hands on your stomach feeling my baby.” Was he serious? One look at his face and you knew the answer to that question before even asking that.
 “Ty, you’re being ridiculous. First off, I’m madly in love with you. Secondly, he’s your best friend and my friend as well. We’re not flirting with each other.” How could he misinterpret a few simple hugs?
 “Well, it seems like that. He’s always saying that he’s going to steal you away, when I fuck up. Now he’s feeling my baby kicking. That’s supposed to my thing; you know?”
 “Ty, you feel the baby all the time and talk to it. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal.” Really, you hadn’t thought anything about it, when you’d offer Jamie to touch you; honestly you would’ve asked Rads as well if Tyler hadn’t declared you all eat. “And you know he’s just kidding when he says he’s going to steal me; at least I hope you do. Jamie’s been nothing but a friend to both of us.” His back was towards you, sifting through clothes; so, you placed your hand on his shoulder to turn him. He pivoted easily. There was hurt in his eyes, and tore at your heart. “Babe, you know I love you right.” He nodded.
“You and the baby are my world. I’m not really sure what all this is about, but I think you know deep down that Jamie nor I were ever flirting. So talk to me and tell me what’s wrong?”
 He blew out a frustrated breath. “I know you’re right.” His hands went to caress your baby bump. “I don’t know what was wrong with me, I just got so jealous of him touching you like this. It’s completely stupid. I know Jamie doesn’t want to steal you away; though he does like to tease me about it all the time. And I know you love me; and I love you more than anything. I guess I’m just still scared of losing you to someone else. I couldn’t take it, ya know.”
 “Babe, I’m not going anywhere; and especially not with Jamie.” You both chuckled; the tension leaving Tyler a bit. “And now that I know people touching my baby belly sets you off, I’ll not let anyone do that.”
 He was still rubbing your belly, as the baby kicked again. “I know I sound irrational right now. I think I’m just on edge cause we have this road trip coming up. I just hate leaving you anymore.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s just the whole Robert thing happened when I was going on a roadie, then the car accident.” He pulled you close to his chest, and you wrapped your arms around him. “I’m afraid every time I leave anymore, and I know I’m just imagining things with Jamie. You don’t have to stop people from touching the baby; maybe
I don’t know let me feel first.”
 You smirked into his shirt. “I can do that.” Looking up into his eyes, you reminded him. “You know the baby and I are going to be fine right? And that no one, and I mean no one; is going to steal me or the baby away from you.”
 “I know.” He said smiling down at you. Raising up on your toes you kissed him passionately, pouring all your love into him. When you finally broke apart, he said. “See, now I don’t want to leave again.”
 You snuck out of his arm, then tapped his ass. “Get back to packing Seguin
Oh, and apologize to your best friend, for being a butthead tonight.”
 “Did you just call me a butthead?”
 “Mmmm I did. I’m going to the office to do some work. Come find me when you’re done.” With that, you grabbed something out of the closet and headed out the door.
 By your estimations you had about ten to fifteen minutes before Tyler would be in the office; but since you’d been planning this all day, it wouldn’t take long for you to get set up. It took exactly eighteen minutes before you heard his voice in the house. “Hey babe.” When you didn’t answer he yelled again. “Babe, do you know where that burgundy suit coa

” His words died as he stood in the doorframe of the office, drinking in the sight of you. You could only imagine the sight he was seeing; sitting in the office chair, in only his suit coat and navy tie, clad in the black pair of Louboutin shoes he bought you for Valentine’s Day, with a pair of thigh highs on.
 The suit coat was buttoned so that it didn’t expose your breasts. As you ran your fingers through the tie, you said. “Looking for this?” Your feet were propped up on the desk, exposing the red soles of the shoes you only wore on special occasions.
 Tyler’s eyes were wide, and he was blinking hard. “I
I thought you were
.working?”
 “I thought about it.” You shrugged. “And then I thought, we still have more rooms to christen in this place.” Dropping the tie between your breasts, you added. “So are you just going to stand there? I think I might be getting wrinkles in this jacket.” You sat upright, doing your best impression of Basic Instinct. He was in front of you before you could say another word. Mouth crushing yours in a kiss that was raw and savage; neither of you holding anything back.
 “Fuck babe, this is so hot.” He pulled you out of the chair and into his arms. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, you threw it over his head and across the floor. His tie followed, while his mouth sucked on your neck. The two of you turned, your ass bumping up against the edge of the desk. You’d taken the liberty of removing anything breakable in the fifteen minutes before he came, though you’d left a few stray odds and ends. He pushed them aside, like you’d see in some cheesy movie; it was sexy as hell, and part of the reason you’d left things on the desk. Then he lifted you, sitting you down on the desk; as he unbuttoned his suit coat you were wearing.
 Draped across your shoulders, it hung there loose; exposing your breasts to him. He drew a nipple in his mouth, lightly biting down. You moaned and arched your back; feeling yourself sliding down on the desk top. “Ty, stop.” He raised his head immediately, a stricken look on his face; thinking he’d caused you pain. “The coat.” You struggled slightly, trying to remove it. “I really don’t want to wrinkle it.”
 He laughed, though he took the jacket and lay it across the chair. “God woman, what you do to me.” He followed you down onto the desk, stripping his jeans to the floor as he did. His hands trailed up and down your body; lighting a fire inside you. You pulled his mouth down on yours, sweeping your tongue inside his; taking control of the kiss. His hands skated up to knead your breasts, and you groaned with pleasure; breaking the kiss. “You like that baby.” He pinched your nipple hard and you moaned again. “Yeah babe, let me hear you.”
 His other hand reached down to your wet pussy; where he sank a finger deep inside you. “Fuck Ty, yes.” Your hips bucked up against his hand.
 “You’re always so ready for me babe. Do you know how that turns me on?” He added a second finger as he continued to pump in and out of you. “Are you wet for me when I’m gone? Do you think of me doing this to you when I’m away?”
 “Yes
Ty
Yes” You panted out.
 “Do you touch yourself here,” He pushed his fingers deep into your pussy. “When I’m on the road.” You moaned, the sound filling the room. You were incapable of speech at the moment, as pleasure coursed through your body. “Do you know I picture you doing that when I’m gone. I think about you lying on our bed, naked; your pussy dripping wet thinking about me, as you slid your fingers in and out of it.”
 “Fuck Ty!” You couldn’t deny it, for every word he said was true. You’d pleasured yourself numerous times that way when he’d been gone.
 “I get so hard thinking about you like that.” Reaching down you took hold of his cock; feeling how stiff he actually was. Though he was leaving in the morning, you wanted him inside you right now; while he was still here. “I stroke my cock, while I think about your legs spread wide open as you play with your clit. Sometimes I cum just thinking of that right there.”
 Your body arched off the desk. “Fuck Tyler
I need you
please babe, fuck me now.”
 He took his cock out of your hand then. “You want this baby.”
 “Ty
please.” You were begging, but you needed him inside you. “Please.”
 He placed his cock at your entrance, rubbing it against you. A whimper escaped you. “So needy,” he smirked; but you could see how much holding back was killing his as well. The tip of him entered you and you sighed from even that small contact. “You want the rest baby?” you nodded. “Then tell me.”
 “Fuck Ty, stop teasing.” You rocked your hips trying to take more of him; but he pressed your waist down to the desk with his free hand at the same time. He would make you wait no matter how bad it was killing you both. After he’d expressed his vulnerability to you earlier tonight, he must need affirmation that you were his. You’d let him have this, at least this time. “Ty, I need you
I need you to fuck me
right now. Please baby, I need your cock inside me
 I need you, only you
so bad.”
 Your begging put him over the edge and he plunged his dick inside you, filling you until he bottomed out. “Oooo
fuck (Y/N) you feel so good.” He leaned down and kissed you, not moving his cock that was buried inside you. Looping your legs around his hips, you pressed him deeper inside you. He rested his forehead on yours. “You know your mine baby
all mine.”
 “Yes Ty
yours, only yours.” He slid his cock slowly out of you. “Mmmm” Inch by inch he filled you back up again. “Oh god!” Hips rising to meet him, you couldn’t stop the rush of desire that went through you. Sweat broke out across his brow, from his painstakingly slow progress. “Faster Ty...please.”
 Even though you were begging again, he continued to move slowly; taking the full length of himself leisurely in and out of your pussy. “I love you (Y/N).” In went his cock. “Tell me you love me too.” Gradually he glided out. “That you won’t leave me.”
 His vulnerability was written across his face, and it tore at your heart. “I’ll never leave you Ty.” Tears slid down his cheeks. “We’ll never leave you.” Your eyes borrowed into his, as you spoke the words, emphasizing we’ll, so he knew you meant both you and the baby. “I love you
.I love you so much Ty.” Reaching your hands up to his face, you caressed his tears away, as you kissed him with all the love you had. He started to pump rapidly into you then; his cock hitting the perfect spot inside you. “I love you.” It was a mantra you kept repeating over and over, as he made love to you; until finally you reached that peak, falling over screaming out his name. “TYLER”
 He thrust one last time into you, his face filled with ecstasy; as his cum poured inside you. Falling on top of you, you felt his tears as he whispered. “I love you so much (Y/N).”
 You held him close to you, one hand stroking the curls on top of his head. “I love you too. I’ll love you forever and so will our baby.”
 He picked his head off your chest, looking you straight in the eyes. “Promise?”
 “I promise Ty.” You’d only seen him once like this before, so raw and emotional; when you told him about the baby. This road trip was really messing with him; he needed reassurance and so you gave it to him. “Babe, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you get back.” He nodded knowing the words you spoke were true; a smile spreading across his face. “Now can we go to bed, in this place? Because as much as I like this new desk, it’s not extremely comfortable.” You both giggled, as he rose off you; then scooped you up in his arms, carrying you back to your bedroom. The jacket, wrinkles and all, ended up being worn to the arena on his next game day; a huge smile on his face as he walked with it on.
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