#the thigh slapping when he was saying wales????

[rayslittlekitten]

Bad

Crazy | Bad | Again | Boo'd Up

A/N: This is a fic inspired by the song “Bad” by Wale (YT link at bottom of post). Had this idea for a while but had never actually worked on it and I’m kind of having trouble with my other Jax fic so I did this instead.

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!reader

Plot: You are part of a different Sons charter and you and Jax hook up when he comes to town.

Contains: smutty sex and sexy GIFS (one sourced from here.), light choking, teeny verbal degradation, playful face slapping,

SAMCRO is in town again. They don't come here often, maybe once a year at most. Twice if something serious is going down. They've got some business with the Sons of Anarchy chapter you sling drinks for, which means you have to play hostess.

As you're putting clean beer glasses away, you see the members getting welcomed into the clubhouse. You recognize a few faces, mainly the officers of the group, especially the Vice-President. As they make their way to the bar, the blonde immediately makes eye contact with you. Those mesmerizing blue eyes you get lost in every time you see them are looking you up and down. Before he can make his way to you, him and his men are called into the room you and all the women are never allowed into to handle whatever they came here for. ***

After all the business is discussed, it's party time. You and the other barmaids prepped for tonight, knowing what to expect. Some of the girls hate it having to cater to the guests. Others love it as they warm up to them and try to make themselves old ladies. You? You're the chapter president's daughter so most are too intimidated to approach you, except for one person. As Blondie walks towards you, one of the other barmaids intercepts and tries to flaunt herself as she offers him a beer. He nods politely and takes it from her. He entertains her for a few minutes as she talks his ears off.

You smirk and chuckle at him as his eyes lock with yours. His body language is telling you he does not want to be in this situation.

"Hey, sweetheart, let's a get a round of shots here," someone shouts to you over the loud music.

"Shots, coming right up!" You reply and start grabbing all the clean shot glasses you can find and empty out a fresh bottle of whiskey into them.

As the night goes on, you and Blondie keep stealing glances at each other, with each opportunity for him to approach you getting interrupted in one way or another. As the party winds down, many of the people are either passed out or left with a woman or two in their arms.

You start cleaning up, grabbing the empty beer bottles and glasses on top of the bar and tossing them into a large plastic bin.

"Need help with that?" 

You look up and see Blondie as he tosses a few bottles into your bin.

"Please, you don't need to help me with these. You're a guest."

Blondie folds his arms and leans into the bar top to get closer to you.

"Well if it means we can get out of here sooner, I'd be glad to help you out," he says to you lowly.

***

You're pinned to the wall and Blondie is holding you up while your arms are around his neck and your legs wrapped around his waist. Your bottoms are completely off and his jeans and boxers are pulled down around his thighs. He's pounding into you hard and fast.

"Slow down, Jax," you pant. "We have all night."

Jax smashes his lips onto yours and you slip your tongue into his mouth. He then pulls you off the wall and walks over to your bed and drops you on it.

He kicks his sneakers off and the rest of his clothes. He spreads your legs wider with his knees and shoves himself inside you again and drives himself into you.

"I don't get to see you much so I'm making up for lost time," Jax growls into your ear.

Since you first both met, you and Jax have an unspoken arrangement. Anytime he's in town, you both hook up, no strings attached. Growing up with guys like Jax, the last thing you want is to be someone's old lady, but you know they can be a good fuck. Jax is living proof of it.

"Maybe you should come more often," you nibble on his earlobe.

"That's what I'm trying to make you do," Jax says before sinking his teeth into your neck.

You moan and thrust your hips up to meet his. He grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders, shifting his position so he's stroking your g-spot.

"Oh, fuck..." you groan. It's literally been a year since you've had sex with Jax but he still knows his way around your body. Jax wraps a hand around your neck as he quickens and deepens his strokes, his hips snapping into you. You scream out as you feel yourself cumming on Jax's dick. Jax doesn't stop until your orgasm subsides, but he knows you have more inside you. He always makes it a personal goal to pull as many orgasms as he can out of you in the short time he has with you.

He flips on to his back and you straddle him, sinking yourself back onto him.

"Take your shirt off," Jax says as he grabs your hips and starts thrusting up.

You reach for the bottom of your tank top and pull it over your head, tossing it aside.  You then reach behind you and unclasp your bra. Your breasts hangs freely after removing the garment holding them up. Jax reaches up to grab and feel them in his calloused hands. You place your hands on his chest and start riding him, moving back and forth.

"Come on, darlin'..." Jax coos.

You find your spot and grind down against him as you feel your clit rubbing against his pubic bone. He helps you along by pinching your nipples. He knows when you're on top and you get into your rhythm, you're in complete control and you use his generous-sized dick like your live sex toy. He never moves as not to throw you off, but he knows the right words that will just push you over the edge as you're concentrating on your second orgasm.

"Cum for me, darlin'." Jax says. "Be a good slut and cum for me."

And just like that, you quicken your pace and unravel on top of him, your juices dripping down to his balls. 

"There you go." Jax smiles. 

You start bouncing on him, this time helping him to chase his own release. Jax grips your ass and helps you move up and down on him. You lean down a bit and move your hands onto the bed on each sides of his head and move your hair to one side and continue to slide over him.  You love the way he just fills you up. It's like his cock was shaped perfectly for your vagina. You can sit on him and not move at all and still feel pleasure from it. You're beginning to lose yourself into this feeling as you close your eyes and soak it in.

"You got another one in you?" Jax asks curiously.

"No, but your fucking dick just feels so good inside me," you answer as you continue to slowly grind against him. He smirks as he watches you enjoy using him as your human dildo. Like you said, you have all night. SAMCRO usually stays for the night and leaves the next morning so he's also enjoying this little show. This time though, he feels his dick is aligned perfectly in your pussy, like there's a "click" that happens when it's in the right place and he grabs your hips and starts thrusting up.

"Jax!"

"Give me another one, darlin'," he growls. "I know it's in there." He drives harder and faster into you, poking at your g-spot again, but you want him to really fuck the shit out of you instead and you know just what will make him do that. You suddenly slap him hard across his face. His face hardens and you smirk. Without warning, he flips you over onto your back and pins your wrists above your head and then shoves himself deep inside you. You gasp.

"You wanna play rough tonight, huh?" Jax smirks.

"Fuck me like it's your last time, Jax," you tell him.

"I never want to think it might be our last time."

"Don't go soft on me, Jax. Fuck me like I'm your good little whore."

"You are my good little whore," Jax smiles and fucks you so deep, so hard and so fast like his life depended on it. You feel your third orgasm building. You also know Jax is ready to blow his load soon too. The noises and faces he's making are his usual cues and you recognize them.

"I'm almost there, Jax. Don't stop."

Jax looks down at you as your body tenses up.

"Cum for me, Jax. I'm gonna cum too."

And just like that, you both come undone. You both get lost in each other's eyes and moan as you feel his dick pulsing and he feels your pussy milking him. He falls on top of you as  you both take deep breaths to fill your lungs with oxygen and try to bring your heart rates back down, but you know in 15 minutes you both will be back at it.

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It’s supposed to feel good. It should. The woman Sean’s pulled to a corner of the tavern certainly seems to think so, judging by the fierce blush on her face and the loose set of her mouth. His brother is doing a right job of it pressing her high up against the wall and rucking up her skirts to make way for his hand to fuck between her thighs. Arthur cannot see Sean’s face from where he is sitting but he can see the way his back tenses every time he grounds his fingers into her. Ack at their table, sitting across from him, Dai takes a long sip of his ale and does a good impression of a man who isn’t thinking what he is: that if it weren’t for the din of the crowded tavern and the wooden beams doing a poor job at hiding Sean and the lass from sight they’d all be able to hear the wet slick of her cunt, split on four knuckles.

“Esgob annwyl,” Dai breathes into his drink with a shake of his head before putting it down.

Arthur shrugs and drains his tankard, and in truth doesn’t know what the fuss is all about. If it was Sean’s mouth on her cuntlips he might have spared them more than a cursory glance (glance, he thinks amused, as though he cannot see hem out of the corner of his eye still). Another drink and perhaps he’d even be aroused by the way her chest heaves and the hitch of Sean’s hips against her thigh. As it stands he can’t really bring himself to be much arsed because the thought of fingers drilling into him like that? Arthur’s had a go at it and all he’d gotten out of it were a sore wrist and a cramp. He’d much rather have a cock, please and thank you.

“I’d rather a cock.” He says this out loud to Wales who looks at him likes he’s suddenly spoken French. Off to the side a hard knock against the wall lets them know that their brother and his lady have finished christening this fine establishment.

“A cock,” Dai repeats like he’s parsing the word.

Arthur nods.

“I would,” he says and to himself laments that they’ve no more coin for another round. It’s hardly past midnight.

“I believe you.” Daffyd says but he looks, dare he say, nonplussed, so Arthur feels like he should explain.

“They’re not thick enough,” he starts, and when Dai is too busy chocking on his drink to interrupt him, continues. “And they’d not reach as far as a prick could.”

Daffyd is too busy cleaning his chin with the sleeve of his shirt to respond at first but when he does it’s leaning forwards over the table, eyes shifting to the sides like he’s looking to speak his confidence.

“Sean’s cock?” He asks in a poor attempt at a whisper, eyes wide.

Arthur sits back and wrinkles his nose.

“What about Sean’s cock?”

“You said—!” Dai slaps one of his hands against the table and cringes when it shakes the surface hard enough that it almost upsets his drink. “You said,” he lowers his voice again and really, if he keeps talking like that he’ll be hoarse before sunrise. “She’s faked it then, do you think? When’d you even have him?”

“Had who?”

“Had Sean.”

“Who’d have Sean?”

“You!”

Arthur twists his lips and makes a face.

“I’d sooner catch the flux.”

As though summoned, Sean chooses that moment to stumble towards them, his partner tucked close to this side. His lips are on her neck still, hands holding her waist to keep her steady as they sway, her hip coming to rest against the table until he pulls her back into his arms again.

When Arthur’s eyes flicker down he can see where Sean’s fingers have left a damp imprint on the bodice of her dress.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Angel ~ Sub!Jungkook X Reader [M]

A/N: This was a dream that happened to a friend of mine, and I asked if I could change it into a drabble for her, I didn’t expect what I wrote to come out of me but I hope you guys like it. Especially the little surprise ending.

Word Count: 2,895 words

Warnings: Sex while partner is asleep EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL THAT IS INVOLVED!!! Cum denial, pet mames, sub!Jungkook/Switch!Jungkook and no triggers

Genre: Smut. It’s JUST SMUT!

Summary: After being rudely woken up by a Jungkook who wasn’t his needy self, you decided to teach him a lesson so he knew he was really in charge in this relationship.

Originally when you began to stir from your sleep you thought it was because of the morning light coming through the curtains like normal but after parting your eyes you realised it was pitch black in the room and there was grunting coming from above you, you whimpered a little as a sudden pleasuring sensation went through your body, that's when you felt the bed begin to move, then the grunting from above you began to turn into low growls and some small curse words, you bit back the moan that was trying to escape you and you looked up to see Jungkook above you, he was too lost in his own world to notice that you'd woken up, you smirked up at him as he grunted, he was in his element, you'd never seen him like this before but fuck he looked so good, both of his arms were pinned to the headboard behind you, his muscles flexing as he thrust into you, you bit down harder onto your lip, sure it was going to start bleeding at any moment, you wanted nothing more than to reach up and pull on his hair, or to kiss his lips to drag him back into reality. 

"Fuck, you're so tight princess, even when you're asleep you're fucking perfect aren't you?" He questioned you, still thinking you were asleep, his arms flexed above you and he grunted, his knuckles turning white as he gripped onto the headboard instead of you, he knew if he took hold of you he would never let go and leave bruises all over you, so everyone knew who you belonged to. 

"I'm the one in charge tonight aren't I princess? Hmmm?" He thrusts were getting rougher with every passing second and you were getting closer to your release was he aiming to wake you up like this, he should have known you'd wale up with his thrusts the way they were, maybe it was seeing Jungkook like that above you but it was bringing you closer with every thrust,

"Shit." He grunted thrusting deeper than before, it made you want to scream out his name, he stayed still for a moment as kept himself buried inside of you, he was trying to gather himself up, he didn't want to cum yet and the way his thursts were just then you knew this was coming soon. He never could keep up the dominant act, he pretended to be the big dominant man everyone believes him to be but deep inside he knew and you knew he was a baby that needed to be taken cared of, you smirked to yourself trying to think of the best way to let him know you were awake, you started clenching around him purposively at first but he was too lost in his element to notice, except for the occasional grunt of pleasure whenever you did it. 

"You're such a good girl, even in your sleep aren't you? Such a good little girl for daddy?" That was it, something washed over you, maybe it was because you were on the brink of orgasm but the fact that he'd referred himself as daddy even though he was a bratty sub, you arched your back off the mattress in pleasure. 

"Fuck Daddy right there." You cried out running your hands down his back, making sure to dig your nails in a little so he would be marked for his band members to see later, his movements stopped, he looked at you with wide eyes and you smirked up at him, rocking your hips into him, 

"What's wrong baby? You're not daddy anymore?" You whispered innocently to him, it was dark in the room but there was just enough light to see the giant blush that was forming on his cheeks, he tried to pull out of you but locked your legs around his waist so he couldn't get away from you that easier, 

"Baby boy no, you were so close weren't you?" He was whimpering now, the cool and dominating exterior from moments ago vanished, he leant his head down onto your forehead and you kissed his nose but he was whimpering to you now.

"But you know you're not allowed to cum unless I say so." He was pouting now and you smirked, pulling him out of you and spinning you around so you were straddling him now, his tip at your entrance as you teased him that little bit more.

"Have you been a good boy?" You questioned, leaning down to suck on his neck, you felt his dick twitch against you and you smirked, he wasn't even inside of you yet and he was already close, you sucked on the bottom of his neck, sure to leave a mark for his members to tease him with tomorrow and he whimpered. 

"N-No I haven't But-" You tutted, shaking your head and sitting up again, taking his member into your hand and running along your folds, you were so tempted to just take him, you were just as needy as he was but he needed to be punished. 

"No but's baby, you've been a bad boy. Do you know what happens to bad boys?" You questioned, looking at him in the eyes as you pushed just the tip into yourself, his eyes scrunched shut as he felt himself just inside of you again, his hands gripped onto the sheets around him, his knuckles turning white again, you pulled him out again since he wasn't answering you,

"What happens to boys who are bad?" You questioned in an authoritative tone, getting off his lap and shimming down the bed, leaving small kisses on his stomach as you went. 

"They don't get to cum." He stuttered out his eyes on you as you kissed his thigh and then holding his member in your hand not jerking him just yet, you wanted him to suffer a little bit. 

"That's right baby." You smirked teasingly, licking from the bottom of his shaft right to the top, taking just his tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it you could taste yourself but you didn't care about that, you cared about making him whimper and call out your name, holding eye contact with him the entire time, he knew if he looked away you'd stop. You pulled off with a pop as soon as you felt his dick twitch again. 

"No cumming for you tonight baby, I thought you liked me being in control huh?" You giggled at him, he was a groaning mess now, you were just blowing lightly on his lip before taking him into your mouth and repeating it again and again. 

"I do-"

"Really? Because Daddy Jungkook seemed like he was enjoying himself." He hissed as you pulled away completely and came back up to straddle him again, his hands rested on your hips and you bent down to kiss him, making sure to make extra effort to grind against him, he whimpered into your mouth as soon as he felt you do that, all he wanted as to be inside of you again. 

"Please I need you." You pulled away from the kiss, he'd been hard for so long it was starting to hurt him and you couldn't lie, you really wanted to cum with him but you couldn't let him get away with what he'd done he needed to be punished or he wouldn't learn.

"I need to be inside of you." He said with pleading eyes, you could never say no to him when he looked at you like that hid bunny eyes staring straight up at you, your lips turned into a smirk as you took his member into your hand again, lining him up at your entrance. 

"I just want to make you feel good-" You bit down on your lip when he said that and you rubbed him against your folds again and holding him still at your entrance if he had the guts he would just thrust up into you but you knew he wasn't like that, he acted like that but he was really the needy boy beneath you, begging for you to ride him. You kissed his nose sweetly before sinking down on top of him inch by inch, letting out a moan as soon as he was all the way inside of you, he grunted and threw his head back against the pillows beneath him a string of whimpers coming from him, his eyes screwed tightly shut and his fingers digging into your hips, you hadn't even started moving yet and he was already a mess below you. 

"So good." He managed to stutter out, you slowly began to roll your hips up and down as you rocked against him, your thighs already starting to hurt but you didn't care, seeing him whimper below you took all the pain from them away. 

"You feel so good, baby." You whispered to him you knew how much he loved to be praised, he opened his eyes to look at you and you smirked, pulling yourself all the way off of him before sinking back down and making him cry out in a string of curse words. 

"Oh, baby boy you've got such a filthy little mouth." You teased, he looked up at you a smile tugging on his lips, he was too weak to form a full sentence for you. 

"You wanna cum? Huh? You wanna come in my pussy?" You teased, picking up the pace as you could feel yourself getting closer to your own release, all thoughts of punishments for a brief moment while you rode him. 

"Y-Yes, fuck I'm so close." He whimpered, you smirked and clenched around him, you felt him twitch against your walls and you pulled off him and hovered above him he cried out as soon as you got off him, you were trying not to whimper at the loss of him not being inside of you, this was supposed to be a punishment for him but it was turning into a double punishment. 

"No, nooo please." He begged his hands trying to pull you back onto him, he was so close to his release but you slapped his hands away so he couldn't drag you back onto him. 

"You have to learn your lesson angel." 

"I want to come so bad, please, Noona please." You felt yourself clench around nothing, before Jungkook the idea of someone calling you Noona in the bedroom was a huge turn-off but seeing him whimper and cry out beneath you as he called you it only turned you on more and he knew this.

"You will darling, but I have to teach you a lesson." You sank back onto him and he grunted out, holding back the urge to thrust up into you as he knew how long you could make his punishments last, if you really wanted to he knew you could keep this all night or until tomorrow if you felt like doing that to him. 

"Will you be a good boy from now on?" You questioned, bending down and kissing him on the neck, sucking in the same spot as before and running your tongue along the sensitive skin.

"Yes, I'll be good just please let me cum." You pulled away from his neck and began to pick up the pace once again, another string of whimpers flowing out of him as you did so, you reached down and rubbed your clit as you felt yourself getting closer again, his tip hitting the deepest parts of you amazingly, deeper than ever before. His hands found their way back onto your hips and you weren't about to slap them away again, you needed his cum as much as he needed yours.

"Fuck," You cried out clenching around him again, as soon as he twitched inside of you you threw your head back in pure bliss as your orgasm was so close but you knew you couldn't cum until he spilled into you. 

"Baby I'm gonna come...Cum with me? Yeah?" You smirked doing your best to hold eye contact with him, your mind was racing and you could have sworn you were seeing stars. 

"Cum for me baby." You moaned out to him, that was all it took, he lost control and he sent his load into you, as soon as you felt him come undone you clenched around him finally reaching your high, and continued to ride him as he shot into you, he felt like he might never stop coming. You collapsed down onto his chest, both of you panting and sweating, he wrapped his arms around your waist, neither of you bothering to pull him out of you, you just wanted to stay like that for a little while longer.

"You're such a good boy." You whispered, leaving a soft kiss on his chest. 

A small frown formed between your eyebrows and your mouth dropped open, your headshot up off the pillow, wide awake as soon as you felt what was happening, your mind was in a haze but you looked down to see Namjoon between your legs, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a relentless pace, his lips stopped sucking at your clit as soon as he noticed you were awake and he smirked at you, cocking his eyebrow up and keeping the pace he had with his fingers, you threw your head back against the pillow. 

"Fuck Joonie!" You screamed out but he growled into your heat, nipping against it and smirking as your back arched away from the bed, he was glad he had this effect on you, even after that dream you'd been having. 

"Whimpering in your sleep baby girl, dreaming about fucking Jungkook?" Your dream came rushing back to you, and you shook your head. 

"Do you dream of being in charge?" He hummed sending a vibration through you, you could have come undone right there and then from a small hum against you, Namjoon knew just how to get you worked up and he added a third finger to stretch you further.

"Such a naughty girl huh? Dreaming of fucking my best friend, moaning out his name instead of mine?" You shook your head against the pillows, your hands fighting against the handcuffs you didn't know you were in until right now, he smirked up at you as you looked down at him, hands still struggling against the metal cuffs stopping you from touching him. 

"You look so good in handcuffs baby I couldn't resist." You pulled against them even though it was no use, your head rolled back against the pillow and your body began to tense up, your walls clenching around Namjoon's fingers as you chased your release, he knew you were close. 

"Please...Fuck Joonie I'm gonna fucking cum." He grunted at you, his pace slowing down as you used his nickname. 

"What did you call me Princess?" You hissed as his pace came to an abrupt stop and you whimpered, 

"Daddy please I need to cum." You cried out, his pace began to pick up again and his lips attached back onto your clit, sucking hungrily at you.

"You're not allowed to cum princess I haven't given my permission." You bit down on your lip, trying to hold back the fast approaching orgasm as he continued to attack you. 

"You have to learn your lesson angel." You groaned out wondering how much of the dream you'd been moaning out for him to hear, you were never going to hear the end of it. 

"D-Daddy please I'm so close." You whimpered, you'd only just started but thanks to your dream you felt as though you'd already gone through one round already. You rolled your head back and the door to the bedroom opened, Namjoon smirked and pulled his lips away from your clit, using his other hand to rub rough circles against your already sensitive clit.

"Cum. Right fucking now." He ordered and that's all it took, you didn't care that someone had just walked into the room all you cared about was cumming, your back arched off the bed as it washed over you, the only thing coming from your mouth were soft whimpering noises as you came.

It wasn't until a clapping noise that you opened your eyes again, you looked at Namjoon who was smirking at you and then over to the door, standing there was Jungkook watching you both.

"You okay Angel?" Clearly, Namjoon had told him about your dream and asked him to come into the room, you whimpered, sitting up in the bed and holding your cuffed hands out silently for Namjoon to undo but he shook his head. 

"Normally I don't share but since your dream had me so intrigued I had to get Kookie down here." Your eyes wandered back to Jungkook who was rubbing his hand over the front of his jeans his hard on visible for you and Namjoon to see, you looked at Namjoon with pleading eyes,

"G-give me five minutes." He chuckled darkly and kissed along the nape of your neck. 

"This is your dream though darling, you don't want to miss out." Jungkook shut the bedroom door and came over to join you and Namjoon on the bed. 

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Hi sorry to be a pain but will the be more HRH ? Thank You

Part I: The Crown Equerry | Part II: An Accidental Queen | Part III: Just Claire | Part IV: Foal | Part V: A Deal | Part VI: Vibrations|Part VII: Magnolias| Part VIII: Schoolmates | Part IX: A Queen’s Speech | Part X: Rare | Part XI: Watched | Part XII: A Day’s Anticipation | Part XIII: The Location | Part XV: Motorcycle | Part XV: Cabin | Part XVI: Market | Part XVII: Stables

Her Royal Highness (H.R.H.)Part XVIII: Alarms

In the bounded sanctity of dreams, Fraser had free rein.

With his eyes closed and separated from the world, he could touch Claire freely. He could carefully catalog each reaction that his fingertips drew from her at his leisure, drawing each exquisite noise and breath and prickle of goosebumps into full relief.  

(The diamond-shaped parting of her bee-stung lips, dry from sleep, posed in an invitation.  

The catch of her breath, one that was always accompanied by her head tilting and her lashes pulsing together like they had a main line to her heartbeat.)

With his hand low on his belly and creeping lower (alone in the dark of his flat consisting of square rooms and artificial light), Jamie could taste her (the sea-salt spray of sweat and clean linen tang of a single dusky nipple as it hardened under his lips and a humid bath of his breath).  He could envision her (the almost invisible tenting of the bed sheet that just barely covered the other nipple as it beseeched him for a fair and equal treatment).  

Inhaling and then holding his breath, Jamie found that he could recreate for himself the improbable way Claire resituated herself onto her side when she was spent, her cheek pressed against her forearm.  He could feel the wisp of her breath as delicate as dangling wisteria as she grumbled quietly, somnolently, insinuating a single ankle between his legs.

“Ye look beautiful in the mornin’ sun,” he whispered in his mind’s eye as he traced a finger up her arm. Pulsing beneath his hand and led by imagination alone, he found that his fingertips followed an aimless road (a hearty green vein at the sweat-tacky inner crease of her elbow). His curiosity led him off a marked path and over the culvert between her arm and body to test the curving munros of her buttocks.

“What is that you think you are doing, Fraser?” she asked into the pillow, those well-trained lips heavy in a pout (sated and sleepy, but somehow still aroused).

“Nothing,” he said truthfully.

He had never felt so content to have not a thing to guide him, to limit him.

They had no curfew.

They had no prying eyes to find them.

They had no fear that loose lips would sink ships.

He found himself mesmerized by the silly bits of her – the pulsating, soft heat of her armpit, the mole at the base of her spine (one he suspected she barely knew was there) that grew a single jet-black hair, the almost invisible sliver of toenail on her strangely fat small toe.  

He scaled the soft curve of her breast and rappelled its opposing slope like a reckless mountaineer, and carefully walked his fingers across the stable bridge of her well-formed sternum.

“Are ye awake, my Sassenach?” he inquired vaguely, hand slipping beneath the sheet. He hated that she slept in this dizzy waking dream of his.  And so he ghosted across the gentle curve of her belly to the thatch of trimmed hair between her thighs and the heat that resided there like a siren song.  To wake her, to rouse her further.

“I am not even here, Fraser,” she said sleepily, “but you can touch me properly.”

Outside of the dream where his fantasy resided, he wrapped a careful hand around himself. He licked his lips as he tried to transform his calloused fingers and broad palm into her small, delicate touch.  Fingers sinking into bed sheets, he could not recreate the sensation of touching her “properly,” the bits as slick as waterweed and thrumming and begging to roar beneath his attentions.

But some things he could recreate with near one hundred percent fidelity.

Her breath.

Her smell.

Her intonation as her pupils went fathomless.

Her femoral pulse hammering away beneath his lips as he kissed her carefully with his chin clumsily (on purpose) brushing the heat of her.

Those were things that he had memorized.

Those were things that he could call to mind with the easiness of breathing or blinking, reaching to scratch an itch or drifting off to sleep.

He did not pause to entertain the threat that someday all he would have was the imitation of her.  (A memory as fine as could be, but ultimately only the forgery of a masterpiece.)  Instead, he gripped, tugged, let his mouth fall open as he set a rhythm, knowing that his wanting would always be just this way.

His alarm, though (the bloody thing), had a mind of its own.  The twin brass bells chattered and shook. The clock danced across his nightstand and clipped the edge of his water glass with a disconcerting ping, begging to be slapped into silence by his palm.  At the jangling announcement of another day, he groaned, fisted the bed sheets, and tilted his head back.  His fingers (the poor substitute for any lover, let alone one as perfect as Claire) released his cock, and he willed himself to think of something (anything) to make the bobbing, throbbing ache of arousal subside.

Friday.  It was Friday.  

Inhaling, he ground the heels of his hands into his eyes.  He wondered what kind of pressure it would take to make his eyeballs burst as he expelled the granules of his dream from the pinched pink corners of his eyes.

In ten hours they would be together.  In ten hours they could drift away together.

He rose from bed with a back that ached in the sweet way that brought a river’s torrent of recollection of the previous evening (Claire glowing on the hay in the stables, her cheeks pinked and glistening, her fingers trembling as she pressed them over what he knew was a hammering heart).  Colonel James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser smiled as he parted his curtains and looked out into the gray of early morning.

Another day.

Those ten hours passed like a century, and when they were reunited and riding north for his cabin from the city, she squeezed his side (quick, pulsing, seeking).  She may have screeched her request (stop!) into his ear, but it was unheard over the mechanical grumble of the motorcycle’s engine and the fierce whipping of the wind past their helmets.  He didn’t need her to say it, though.  From her touch, he knew to stop, and so they pulled into a dusty lay-by dotted with oily puddles and the orange butts of cigarettes.

“Ye okay then, Sassenach?” he asked once they were at a full stop.

“Never better, just seems a shame to let it all pass by at fifty-five miles per hour.”  She inhaled, wetting her lips (it was an unguarded instinct so easily obliged by her that he felt a tightening in his wame like a fist holding on for dear life). “It is truly a beautiful part of our country.”

She stepped over one of the puddles and hoisted herself up onto a great moss-covered rock, brought herself over a gap to another, and then another until she towered over him.

“I am sure you agree.”

“About?”

“That it is beautiful,” she sighed, a hint of faux exasperation shining through as she unfastened her helmet, tossed it to him without warning, and spread her arms out.  He fastened the helmet carefully to the handlebars, watching her tip her head backwards and inhale.  “It is exhilarating to think of land that no man, no woman has touched.  Where no feet have tread.  Where it is just open except for nature. Our kingdom is untouched.”

His voice was light as he teased, “It’s most certainly yer kingdom, ma’am.”

Humming, Claire tented her eyes with the palm of her hand and looked out at the landscape.  “It is yours, too, Fraser.  Maybe we could live here.”

This time (knowing that it was an impossibility - the idea of living here - and knowing that she knew it all the same), his lips released some combination of vowels, and he rose off of the motorbike.  He raked a hand through his hair as he approached her.  “My mam was a fierce nationalist. Didna want a thing to do with the commonwealth.  England was her main problem, no’ so much Wales.  Northern Ireland, weel, that was enough of a mess when she died that I dinna ken what she thought about that. But ye’ll see a white rose bush at the cabin.”

A poem rattled about in her swimming head –

The rose of all the world is not for me.

I want for my part

Only the little white rose of Scotland.

That smells sharp and sweet - and

Breaks the heart.

– and she inhaled, unsteady.

“That’s her doin’, her way of putting a middle finger up to… weel… yer family I’d suppose.”

Claire turned on the rock, the toes of her camel-colored oxfords collecting moss and smudging with grit in the process.  He was smiling at her, his eyes glowing under impossibly long lashes.  She fisted her small hands on her hips and gave him a smile that threatened to steal his breath. ‘Christ ye’re beautiful,’ he thought to say, his lips poised to set the compliment free. But she laughed, interrupting the sentiment, and said, “I am flattered she thought of us with such frequency.”

“Ye’re no’ concerned that she’d likely no’ approve of ye then?” he asked, voice full of mock reproach.  With a mind of their own, his hands fastened to her hips with his thumbs searching out the soft skin of her belly and fingers gripping her waistband.

“I have made a decision where it comes to all things involving you, Fraser,” she said plainly as she cupped one hand along his jaw and laid the other to rest loosely on his shoulder. “And it is that no one will stand in judgment of us.”

“No one?”

“No one,” her echo confirmed as she drew him close. His face was level with her sternum, and she sensed his reaction to the broadness of her statement in the marrow of her bones when his grip tightened.  And with a stunning amount of naieveté for someone so savvy (she was no fool, after all), she concluded, “We have some things to figure out, of course, but time is ours right now, Fraser.”

He kissed the center of her chest (a wayward kiss that was not symbolic as it did not land over her heart and one not meant to arouse; it was undesigned and merely the outlet of his affection for her). He sighed when she brought her fingertips to his hairline.

“We’ve an entire kingdom, Claire.”

“Aye,” she whispered, the affirmation coming from her like slanted cursive.  “That we do.”

After a not insubstantial bit of time there soaking in the pure silence of the place (of each other), they returned to the motorcycle and rode another twenty miles, slowing only for a wayward pair lambs unaccustomed to moving at the pleasure of a human (even for a queen).  At the front of the cabin, Claire took the key from Jamie as he juggled her small bag along and a larger one of his own (she had teased him mercilessly about the size of it before they departed, resulting in a pinch to her arse that made her squeak).

The interior smelled like their previous weekend.

Her perfume.  His aftershave.  Burnt sausage and tattie scones.

She stepped inside and turned to Fraser. She looked at him through the open door and quickly shed her clothes.  He dropped their bags on the front stoop and stuttered a step as he made it up the stairs with his trousers slipping to his knees. Freed of clothes, he lifted her, made a perch on the table behind the sofa where a week earlier their bodies had been joined again and again.  

“Take your kingdom, Fraser,” she whispered.  

And then her mouth absorbed his growls, his body joined her fully, and his lips procured unendangered moans that rolled from her belly and through her lips.  

Sixteen miles away Jenny Murray (wife of Ian Alistair Murray, mother of three - James Fraser Murray and Margaret Ellen Murray and Katherine Mary Murray – and sister of her son’s namesake – in that order, thank ye verra kindly) was sitting down for the first uninterrupted portion of her Friday afternoon.  Her lower body ached from carrying an angry, teething Kitty around on her hip all afternoon, and her eyes burned from the ceaseless exhaustion of merely having three children.  Her finger carefully holding the lid on her teapot as she poured, she let herself indulge in the almost-foreign quiet of her home and the lavender that rose in the steam.

And then the phone.

It rang once.

She cursed and considered not answering.

It rang again.

“Fuck,” she hissed, remembering her reluctantly slumbering and teething bairn only separated by twenty-two stairs and a half-closed door from the jangling phone.

It rang a third time.

She leapt up then, hissing a curse as her knee knocked into the side table and sloshed her tea onto its saucer.  

“Murray residence,” she said, her voice still slicing with its curtness despite her low tone.  Her brow furrowed, her fingers curling into the spiral of the cord. She swallowed, knowing the news conveyed to her by the primary school’s headmaster was true even as she asked for clarification. “Maggie brought what to school?”

The answer did not change.

But the world would.

ETA: The poem in the text is The Little White Rose by Hugh MacDiarmid. You can take a read through a short biography about him and his other work here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/hugh-macdiarmid.

[hollandsmushroom]

Hold My Sea Glass Please

Luke Hemmings x Reader

Word Count: 1775

Summary: Beach day with Luke leads to a competition and car sex

Warnings: Smut, oral, unprotected sex

A/N: The beginning was inspired by the fact that a blog I love didn’t know what beach combing was and it hurt my heart.

Your feet sunk into the sand, your shoes long forgotten as Luke held them in his hand. Your hair was being ruffled lightly by the wind as you ventured along the shore that was barren of anyone else, the salt water lapped softly over your feet as you walked. Your stroll coming to an abrupt stop as a small green object washed up at your toes, bending down to examine it further you found it to be a piece of sea-glass, a long ago broken bottle that had its edges ravaged by the waves and sand, smoothing the sharpness to create something capable of being held without danger.

“What have you got there?” Luke queried from next to you

“A piece of sea-glass!” you responded, the excitement evident in your voice as you unfurled your fist to him, revealing the glass fragment.

“Woah, thats really pretty,” he reached out his finger, flipping the glass over in palm, “But I bet I can find more sea-glass than you,” his competitive side coming out, he is bound to have one being the youngest of three boys

“Are you challenging me, Hemmings?” you grinned at him

“It seems that way, doesn’t it, Y/l/n?” he replied before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours, both of your lips slightly chapped from the salty air but he didn’t seem to mind as he kitten licked at your bottom lip, asking for an entrance which you happily granted him. You stayed this way for what seemed like hours but must have only been a couple minutes, lips locked as the sun shone behind you, the water still pooling in your past footprints, that was, until it came to an abrupt stop and he pulled away, jogging down the beach, his eyes glued to the sand, examining it for any glass. You stood there, stunned at the sudden end to your intimate moment before snapping out of it, looking at Luke who had put some distance between the two of you down the beach.

You chose a different approach, bending down, admiring the sand in much detail, spotting a dusty white fragment slightly buried in the sand, reaching out and grasping it in your fingertips, rolling it back into your palm to begin your stash.

You continued this way, growing your collection of sea glass in your palm until you met Luke at the end of the shore. Jogging up to him, you opened your hands, revealing the many pieces of treasure that you had found along the sand.

“Oh, you got more than me,” he cried in defeat

“Ha, I knew I would,” you laughed, dumping your finds into his hand as you waled further into the water, hiking up your pants so hey wouldn’t get wet. The fistfuls of fabric soon became tight around your thighs and you were having to jump to avoid the waves dampening the fabric of your pants.

“Y/n, come on out of there, if you want to go swimming you can wear my shirt,” Luke hollered from the shore, having removed his undershirt already, his white button down hanging open exposing his pale chest, you waded out of the water.

“Luke, I am going to need to change and we are in public,” you whined, even though the beach was empty you were still worried, reaching out for his shirt with your slightly wet hands.

“Here, I have an idea,” Luke stood in front of you, removing his button down, pulling you close to him and holding his shirt on the other side forming a sort of human shirt changing area. “There you go, you can change now,” you shimmied your pants down your legs, leaving you bare on your bottom half, you then removed you shirt and bra, leaving you entirely naked and Luke couldn’t help but admire your body, and just how gorgeous it was. You slipped Luke’s shirt over your head, now covered with the foreign fabric of your boyfriends shirt. You slipped under Luke’s arm running into the water, the wetness immediately sticking to your skin making it see through, making your previous efforts of hiding your body entirely worthless.

You ran through the waves for a while until the heat of the sun and the salt of the waves got to you, draining your veins of any energy you had had earlier, slowly making your way back to shore and into the arms of your boyfriend who was waiting patiently, his button down still hanging open.

“Did you have fun, my love?” Luke queried as you entered his embrace, he kissed your temple

“Yes I did, but now I want to spend time with you, my love,” you laced your fingers with his, walking towards the car. As you reached for the passenger side door of the car but Luke reached out to stop you,

“Nu uh, we aren’t going home quite yet, can’t wait that long?”

“Wait for what?” your voice portrayed the surprise you felt but he didn’t respond, he simply smashed his lips to yours with lustful fury, pressing you up against the car, his hands next to your head as you ground your hips into his, an immediate change in your demeanor in reaction to his feverish lips against yours.

His hand left the side of your head, moving down to open the back seat door, he leaned down, hooking his hands underneath your thighs lifting you up and setting you down in the car, he pushed you down onto the seat with his lips, getting in over top of you and pulling the door closed behind you.

“I’ve needed you since you changed while pressed up against my chest,” he mumbled, pulling away from your lips, barely opening his eyes to meet your gaze

“Luke, that was an hour and a half ago, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because were having so much fun, and I also didn’t mind the view of the love of my life running through the waves, their body showing through the see through fabric,” he groaned, remembering the image of you, your nipples poking out and showing through the thin cotton and the smile of glee on your face. He was getting even more hard at the recent memory.

“Hey, stop remembering it, you got me right here in your arms now, you can get what you have clearly been wanting for quite a while,” you slid your hand down his chest, gripping his hard on through his pants with one hand and with the other you pressed against his chest, slipping out from underneath him and onto your knees on the floor of the car.

“Wh-what are you doing?” it was his turn to act shocked

“I think you know exactly what I am doing,” you smirked up at him, slowly pulling down the zipper of his pants, hooking your fingers into his waistband, shimmying them down his legs, leaving them bunched at his ankles and in nothing but his boxers and unbuttoned shirt. You reached your hand into his briefs pulling out his painfully hard cock.

He moaned at the feeling of the cold air against his sensitive skin, you leaned in and ran your tongue along the underside of his cock and once it reached the tip you swirled it around the heated skin, gathering the pre cum on your tongue, appreciating the salty taste.

You gagged slightly while taking him into your mouth, the feeling causing a moan to rip from the back of his throat. You pumped what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, fondling his balls with your free hand, you could feel him getting closer to the edge, his hands were running through your hair and gripping into your scalp. You could feel that he was getting closer by the way his cock twitching deep inside of you.

“Baby, bab-baby, I-I’m close,” he groaned from deep with in his chest “S-stop, baby, stop,” he used his grip on your hair to pull you away from him. You used the back of your hand to wipe the excess saliva that had built up around your mouth.

“Why’d you make me stop?” you panted as you climbed up so you were straddling his legs.

“Because I wanted to do this,” he responded, pulling you tight into his chest, reaching between you and gripping his cock, lining it up at your entrance, before looking you in the eye.

“You wet enough?” he asked assuring that he wouldn’t hurt you

“How could I not be with the noise you were just making,” he blushed at your words before loosening his grip on your hips letting you slide down, welcoming the stretch the feeling of sheathing his cock fully gave you.

You started to rotate your hips, your clit coming in contact with the pubic hair that graced the skin just above his shaft, welcoming the unfarmiliar roughness of the hair, the feeling pulling a building orgasm out of the pit of your stomach. Speeding up the movement of your of your hips, the sound of skin slapping agaisnt skin filled to car, reaching a hand out and bracing it against the foggy window, leaving a handprint in the condensation that had built up on the glass.

“I am so close baby,” you moaned burying your face into the crook of his neck, sucking on the skin harshly, creating a mark on the tender skin, your nails digging into the tender flesh on his shoulders.

“So am I baby, on 3,” he reached a hand down and rubbed your clit harshly pulling you to the edge, “1…2…3,” as three left his mouth you both collapsed into your orgasms him shooting his load deep inside of you, dragging it out with the soft movements of your hips. You rolled off of him and pulled his still damp shirt down over top of your thighs.

“That was amazing,” he panted out while pulling his pants up his thighs and climbing into the front seat, you following closely behind, and as you passed by him you unintentionally shoved your butt in his face which he unabashedly slapped.

You gasped at his brash actions and the sting on your skin when you settled into your seat, quickly wand without hesitation leaning over the center console, pressing your lips to his.

“I love you,” you mumbled into his mouth

“I love you too,” he spoke between pecks against your lips

“I also love the fact that I won out sea glass finding competition,” you grinned as he shifted the car into drive and started your way home.  

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The Ties That Bind

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So here’s the final chapter. Thank you for reading , liking, reblogging and commenting. The response has been more than I ever imagined.

thanks to @mo-nighean-rouge for the beta, support and encouragement

Chapter 32: A Welcome Home

"How do you spell love?" asked Piglet. "You don't spell it, you feel it," said Pooh.

A. A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh

“Sassenach, can ye pass me the milk, please?”

Claire reached across the breakfast table awkwardly with her left hand and passed the milk to Jamie. She watched the simple diamond solitaire ring as it glistened in the light with her movements. Jamie chuckled.

“Are ye no’ tired of lookin’ at it yet, Sassenach?” Jamie captured her hand and lifted it to his lips.

“I am sorry, Sassenach. That wasna how I was plannin’ it wi’ no ring and an audience of lawyers. But I couldna help it. I’d been wantin’ tae do it fer months and there, in that office, I couldna wait any longer. I dinna care who knows what ye mean tae me. I want everyone to know that I want tae marry ye, Claire Beauchamp. I dinna care what Geneva or her blasted mother have tae say about it. I dinna care about rockin’ the boat. Nae more game playin’ or hidin’, nae more emotional blackmail. Me askin’ like that, well, it jes’ came out… but ye ken it was straight from ma heart.”

Claire moved round to Jamie and sat in his lap, winding her arms around his neck. He gave a mock groan of pain as she adjusted her bottom on his thighs and received a playful slap in retaliation.

“I know and I’m glad you asked. But it makes for an interesting story… how many people receive a marriage proposal with lawyers as witnesses? Just imagine if I had to sue you for breach of contract? You would never stand a chance! Did you have it planned, though? Did you think how you would ask me?”

“Aye, I thought about it a lot. I always imagined a picnic somewhere near Lallybroch, perhaps that wee glen I showed ye, or mebbe where we watched the fireworks, remember?”

Claire blushed slightly at the memory of that Hallowe’en party - the fireworks lighting up the night sky while Jamie’s hands ignited a flame deep within Claire’s core, the noise of the spectators drowning out her moans and cries of pleasure, the two of them only returning to the house once the guests had departed. Whilst not exactly a ‘walk of shame’, her wayward curls and lips swollen from kisses had left Jamie’s family in no doubt as to the reason for their disappearance. The fact that her black lacy knickers had been residing in Jamie’s trouser pocket at the time, fortunately, was not so obvious.

And now, judging by the insistent hardness against Claire’s thigh, Jamie was also thinking back to that evening.

“James Fraser, please!”

Jamie grinned as Claire stood up. “Not now… you know we have to be at Ned Gowan’s office by ten. Aren’t you nervous about the meeting today?”

“I dinna think I am, Sassenach. Since meeting wi’ Ned, I feel like a weight has been lifted. I ken there’s a way forward. What’s the worst that could happen? Geneva willna agree to our plan and we have tae go tae court. I have enough witnesses tae say William is mine and a DNA test would prove it. Fer the first time, I have the upper hand.”

***************

For all his confidence at breakfast, butterflies were gathering in Jamie’s stomach as he and Claire waited in the reception for Ned Gowan to appear. Unable to sit still, he wandered over to the large windows and stood watching the people, small as ants, on the pavement below.

Claire watched him. Even after all these months together, the sight of him still sometimes managed to take her breath away. From an objective point of view, he was, in the word of Geillis, “a rare hunk of a man”, the breadth of his shoulders accentuated by his charcoal grey suit jacket, the light through the window setting his auburn curls ablaze. But, more than that, he was a genuinely good soul. Not perfect by any means, but generally thoughtful and considerate… and he loved her. Loved her as she was, not how she could be in the future, or if she only tried harder.

Claire actually felt a momentary pang of sorrow for Geneva. She had had a relationship with Jamie, experienced all these qualities and then he was gone. It was hardly surprising she had wanted him back. But then, as she thought about Geneva’s actions over the past few months, Claire's sympathy instantly disappeared.

“Mr. Fraser? Mr. Gowan is ready for you now, in conference room one.”

Jamie returned to Claire’s seat, and bent to kiss her cheek. His hands felt clammy as she squeezed them. “It’s going to be fine, remember? Upper hand?” She whispered. “I’ll be here when you’ve finished.”

“Cup of coffee while you wait?” The receptionist took pity on Claire, nervously chewing her lip as Jamie disappeared into the conference room.

Claire nodded and moved to the window, looking for distractions. Reflected in the glass she could make out three people heading for the reception desk- an older lady, a man in a dark pinstripe suit and Geneva.

“Miss Dunsany to see Mr Gowan.” Geneva’s voice sounded loud and confident.

The older lady, the infamous Louisa, Claire presumed, spoke in a low voice, too quietly for Claire to hear.

Geneva’s response reached Claire’s ears perfectly clearly. “Mummy, no. You stay here and wait. Don’t fuss, I’ll be fine.”

********

Waiting in the conference room, Jamie relaxed a little as Ned recapped on the proposal and the steps to be taken depending on the outcome. Clad in a blue and brown Prince of Wales check three piece suit, with burgundy bow tie and pocket square, he still didn’t look to Jamie like a successful and feared lawyer, but as long as he got results, Jamie couldn’t care less.

Ned stood up courteously as the door opened and Geneva and her lawyer walked in. Jamie automatically followed suit. Just six weeks after giving birth and Geneva looked to be back to her pre-pregnancy figure. Not that Jamie cared. Any lingering shred of friendly affection that he held for her had evaporated in the four weeks since he had seen his son. He would be civil, but he doubted that he could ever really forgive her.

Ned greeted the arrivals as if he was welcoming them to his home. “Mr. Grant, good to see ye ag’in. Miss Dunsany, how nice tae make yer acquaintance. Would ye care fer any refreshments? No? That’s grand. So I suppose we may as well start.”

The butterflies in Jamie’s stomach started up with renewed vigour. He now severely doubted John and his assurance that Ned was a killer in court. He seemed more like a benevolent uncle welcoming guests for afternoon tea. He looked across at Geneva. Her face bore a slight smile, as if she knew already that Ned would be a pushover for her charm. His eyes flicked across to her lawyer, already swallowing nervously… or maybe John had been right.

“I presume ye have read ma client’s proposal tae end this situation…” Ned began.

“Yes, and…” Mr. Grant spoke hesitantly.

“Excuse me, Mr. Grant, I hadna finished wi’ ma introduction. I trust ye are no’ sae precipitous in all aspects of yer life. As I was saying, ma client feels that this is a reasonable plan providing reasonable access tae his son and involvement in decisions regardin’ said child”

There was silence in the room.

“Ye may speak now, Mr. Grant.”

“Thank you, Mr. Gowan. My client has read this proposal and has raised several issues with its contents. Primarily, that with no defined parental responsibility, Mr. Fraser is in no position to be dictating access, or any other arrangements, concerning Miss Dunsany’s child.”

Ned sat back in his chair, looking relaxed. “Ah yes, parental responsibility. Ye are correct. All this proposal presupposes that Mr. Fraser here is named as the child’s father on the birth certificate, which at present he is no’. Let’s no’ play games here. We all ken that Mr. Fraser is Master William Dunsany’s natural father. We could all agree now tae have the birth certificate amended and continue nicely discussing the custody arrangements today or we could close this meeting now and continue in court. Let them decide. In which case, we would be able tae provide numerous witnesses tae support his claim and would be requesting a DNA test.”

“Is that a threat, Mr. Gowan?

“Och, nay, lad. I dinna ever threaten. I merely promise. And I promise, in that court I would pose all these questions tae yer client, under oath, and would remind her that perjury is a crime that the legal system takes verra seriously. Now, would ye care fer some time wi’ yer client tae reconsider yer position?”

*************

As Claire sat trying to read the newspaper, nervously awaiting the outcome of the meeting, she became aware that she seemed to be under intense scrutiny. She looked up to find Louisa clearly staring at her and making no attempt to hide this.

“So, you’re the girlfriend, then?”

Claire instantly realised that Geneva’s personality traits were a reflection of her mother’s. She marvelled that Isobel had somehow managed to escape this family resemblance.  

“I’m Claire Beauchamp.” Claire replied in the same curt tones. Part of her wanted to correct Louisa, to inform that she was actually Jamie’s fiancée, not just a girlfriend, but that seemed too childish… satisfying but petty. There were other ways to deliver that message.

“And you’re a doctor, are you?”  The interrogation continued.

“Actually, I’m a consultant orthopaedic surgeon.”

“So, how long have you been together then?” Louisa was relentless.

“Why?” Claire spoke coldly.

“And your ‘relationship’,” Louisa continued, emphasising the word with distaste. “Is it serious?”

“I don’t believe that is any of your business.”

“It is undoubtedly my business when it affects my daughter and my grandson. Did you not feel some moral obligation to step aside months ago?”

Claire inhaled deeply and thought for a moment before speaking calmly, in measured tones. “How can you speak about morals to me after the way you and your daughter have behaved? I cannot tell you how your daughter has acted towards me the past few months, how low she would stoop to get what she wanted. She has been relentless in trying to break Jamie and I up with no thought for anybody but herself, no thought for other people’s feelings, no consideration even for the impact on your grandson. And, what has it brought her? Nothing… You know what, I pity her.”

Louise appeared shocked at Claire’s last comment and started to interrupt. Claire held her hand up to stop her and continued.

“Yes, I pity your daughter… please tell her that. Make sure to let her know. Her desperate and pathetic games, which you knew about and wholeheartedly supported, have brought us here, and maybe even to court. And you both deserve it. So, don’t feel you have some superior right to question me... either of you. It will not work. I owe you no explanations, no discussions... And now, please allow me to drink my coffee in peace.”

Claire reached for her coffee cup… with her left hand.  It was awkward, but she was improving with all this left handed activity.

Louisa stared at Claire’s hand, opened her mouth as if to speak, slowly shook her head, then retreated behind her newspaper.

************

“So, Mr. Grant, have ye had sufficient time tae consult wi’ yer client?” Ned spoke confidently as Geneva and Mr. Grant returned to the conference room.

Jamie looked on admiringly, the butterflies having disappeared absolutely. Ned, bless him, was worth every penny.

“Yes, we have and Miss Dunsany wishes for me to inform you that she will agree for Mr. Fraser to be named on her son’s birth certificate and has accepted all access arrangements defined within the original proposal, including the annual review of access arrangements with legal representation. We will, of course formally document this agreement”

“Weel,” Ned resumed his benevolent uncle persona. “Miss Dunsany, Mr Grant, that’ll do nicely. Shall we make an appointment for the review in twelve months time, then?”

“Just a second, please.” Jamie interrupted. “Geneva, I ken ye agree the access arrangement, but have ye agreed the other bit? Will ye change his name? Will ye gi’ him Fraser as a middle name?”

Geneva pursed her lips for a second, as if contemplating one last spiteful action to hurt Jamie, before finally speaking. “Ok. Yes. I’ll make the appointment at the registrar’s then.”

As they walked towards the door, Jamie corrected her, his voice cold. “No, Geneva, this time I make the appointment.”

******

Claire could tell the outcome from the expression on Jamie’s face as he burst into the reception. Paying no attention to Louisa, he hugged Claire tightly, lifting her off her feet. “Sassenach, it’s agreed. I’m tae be on the birth certificate, and I get shared custody, just like we wanted. I canna wait fer ye tae meet him… William… ma son”

Laughing, Jamie placed her back on her feet and turned to shake Ned’s hand. Claire watched as Geneva, Louisa and Mr. Grant headed for the exit. Jamie refused to acknowledge their leaving or even cast a glance in their direction. Louisa whispered something to her daughter and Geneva paused, turning back to where Claire and Jamie stood. Claire smiled coldly and lifted her left hand, placing it around Jamie’s waist. Geneva’s shoulders drooped as she gazed at Jamie, his arm now around Claire’s shoulders, pulling her closer to him.

The moment passed and Geneva continued out of the office with her mother.

**************

Jamie looked at the clock by the side of the bed. He wasn’t sure what had woken him. He rolled over to Claire’s side of the bed - now cold and empty. He got out of bed, stumbling in the darkness, and headed onto the landing.

A light was on in the adjacent bedroom, and he could hear low murmur of a voice. He pushed the door open and stood watching in the doorway.

“... from the top of the tree, there came a loud buzzing noise. Winnie the Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws, and began to think…”

Claire sat on the rocking chair, the light from the reading lamp highlighting the auburn and golden tones in her hair, the motion of the chair causing her curls to sway gently. In her arms, she held William, his eyes fixed on her face, thumb firmly in his mouth.

Jamie felt like his heart was going to burst - his love and his son together. An image, a memory, he knew he would treasure forever.

Claire looked up at him and smiled softly. “Hey. Sorry, did we wake you?”

Jamie shook his head. “Nah. I didna hear him greetin’?”

“Oh, no, he wasn’t crying. I just wanted to check on him. This is all new for William, you know, first night at his Da’s and he was wide awake. So I thought a cuddle and a bit of a story might settle him down… come join us. We need someone for the voices.”

Jamie walked over to the rocking chair. He kissed the top of Claire’s head, then knelt down beside them, kissing William’s forehead. Claire moved the book closer to him.

Jamie began to read: “...then he thought another long time, and said: ‘And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey.” And then he got up and said: “And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it’...”

[brattywriters-anonymous]

A Rose In Harlem

OC x Erik Story

Based on Teyana Taylor's VII & KTSE

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING! 9-11 ATTACKS, TALKS OF DEATH, MOURNING, Syd and Erik coming to their senses--for the moment!

Chapter VIII: To The Things We've Lost

January 25, 2014

Syd woken up in tears. She had the same dream she always had around this time of year for the past thirteen years now. This day never gotten any better for her. This would have been her father's forty-seventh birthday. For the first twelve years of her life, they had an old tradition of going to Sylvia's for brunch, then later on enjoying the sunset on Ellis Island. That all came to an end on September 11, 2001. Syd rushed to the restroom to chuck up her dinner. She had came to the realization all over again, her parents were gone. She never gotten therapy or sought any refuge for her loss. So coping with it alone was always the hardest on days like this. Finally finished, she flushed the toilet and rinsed her mouth out before laying back down. 

--

The next thing she remembered, she woke up again--to her phone dinging. This time, she had woken up in a cold sweat. She checked her phone to see three missed calls from Yani and a voicemail. She pressed play as she plopped back into bed.

"Hey Syeda. It's me. I know today is a hard one for you. I'm here if you need me. I love you. Call me tomorrow, let me know you're okay. Bye."

She sighed as her eyes fluttered shut again. Her body woke her up for a third time, as she screamed to the top of her lungs. The painful screech was followed with an even more painful loud series of hitched breathing and crying. She held on to her last gift that her father gave her, her gold name plated necklace and cried out for her baba. She heard three faint knocks on the door, she wiped her tears as best she could and hobbled over to the door, trying her best to keep her balance. She opened the door to find Erik there, leaning on the door frame. "Hey, beauty. What's wrong? I heard you all the way from across the hall." She shook her head and attempted to say that nothing was wrong with her, but she couldn't form a word and the more she struggled, the more tears started to run down her face. Erik immediately grabbed her into an embrace. "Shhhhhhh.. It's okay. It's okay. I'm here. Shhhhhhh.." As her knees became weak he cradled her into her apartment and shut the door. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Erik sat her down on the couch. Syd began wiping her tears away, looking straight ahead, not responding. Erik went into her bathroom to make a warm rag to clean her face. He went back into the living room area to find that Syd wasn't there. He heard sniffling behind him and found her in her bed balled up in fetal position crying again. He made his way to the opposite side of the queen sized bed, laid face to face with her as he wiped her raw nose and cheeks. She looked into his eyes and saw his sympathy for her. She didn't even tell him what was wrong, and she saw that he felt her pain. She placed her palm on the left side of his cheek and moved her face closer to his. They shared a tender almost innocent kiss. His lips cascaded over hers. A tear moved from Syd's right eye down the side of her nose and to his face. As if he was the remedy to her pain, he wiped that tear as their lips continued to collide. His hands moved and found their way into her curly tresses. She placed her arms around his neck as they continued their embrace. 

She finally broken the kiss and mouthed the words, "Thank You." He nodded his head and replied, "I gotchu." He held on to her like his most prized possession as she began sniffling again. "Still don't wanna talk about it beauty?" She nodded her head as he looked down at her. "M--Mmm-My dad. It's his birthday today. A--An..And he uhm, he passed away." Erik kissed her forehead and rubbed her back as she laid on his chest. "Take your time. It's okay..I'm right here." She sniffled, "My baba was my best friend. We did everything together. Then..Then.. I lost him on 9-11. I was only twelve! Today has never been the same since!" She waled out, losing her voice completely. Erik rocked back and forth with Syd on his chest, letting her cry. "Shhhh.. I'm sorry for your loss Syeda. I completely understand what it's like. I lost my baba when I was eleven, Someone took him away from me just the same. I'm so sorry this happened to you. I'd never want anyone to feel that pain." She looked up at him and held on to him just as tight as he held on to her. She placed her thumb under his cheek, he hadn't realized that he was crying too, reminiscing about finding his father on their apartment floor brings him to tears every time he thought about it. He didn't know why he thought comforting Syd would make a difference. "I'm sorry for your loss Erik. No child should have to bury their parent so early." She mustered that out in a hoarse tone. He lifted his head up, "This is about you, beauty. I'm here as long as you need me to be, okay?" She nodded her head as she fell asleep for the forth time.

--

The soft thunder of a storm woke her up. She jumped as she felt Erik's arms around her, almost forgetting that's how she fell asleep. She looked up to see him in a deep slumber. She wiggled her way out of his hold and went toward the kitchen to get some water. Taking a few sips, she then walked over to her window to crack it open. She always liked to hear the rain falling. It was tranquil. Something that she needed on a day like this. She felt Erik's rough hands gently wrap around her waist, "Hey. How you doing?" She sighed, "I'm a little better, you hungry?" He swiped her hair to the opposite side of where his head rested. "Mhm. You?" She nodded as she turned around to look at his face. He grabbed hers as they share another kiss, this one not as innocent as the last. She grabbed a hold of Erik's shirt before she completely lost her balance as he simultaneously grabbed her from her thighs to place her on her windowsill, never breaking the kiss. She moaned into his mouth as their lips fight for domination. They knocked over one of her plants that sat next to her, that's what finally broke their bond. She looked on the floor at the broken glass, "Uhm.." Erik stared at her, twisting his budding dreads trying to break the awkward silence, "You wanna order some take out?" She looked back at him and shook her head, "No." She stripped out of her shirt, looked at him for a spell, then hopped off of the windowsill. He bit his lip at the sight of Syd in her PINK bra as he gazed at her every move. She maneuvered to her closet and pulled out her I heart NYC hoodie and yellow rain boots. She grabbed an umbrella and her bag and finally looked back in his direction, "I know where I wanna go. C'mon."

--

The duo walked down 126th Street hand in hand, Erik still had no idea where they were going. "Girl, you tryna take me somewhere and kill me?" She laughed and slapped his chest, "No! We're going to go get food." "Where, woman?!" They finally stopped once they approached Malcom X Blvd. "Here, man!" She rebutted as the glowing sign became familiar to him again. They were back at Sylvia's. The restaurant she suggested to him weeks ago. The lights shined much brighter due to the overcast. They walked in and found a booth next to the window so they could have some type of scenery to look at. It was about 1:30 PM so brunch was still available since it was a Saturday. Syd scanned through the menu while playing through her curls. Erik pretended to look at the menu, but he studied Syd's mannerisms. He grinned at the way she stretched her curls and let them bounce back into place. The waitress returned to their table with two Sylvia's Uptowns (half sweet tea, half lemonade). "You know what you want?" She awaited for their answers. They both looked at each other, scanning down to one another's lips. Syd then looked down and smiled a little, "Yes, can I get the country style slab bacon and eggs with home fries please? And a order of fried chicken to go once we get done." The waiter wrote the order on her pad, "Okay ma'am. And you, sir?" "Lemme get the southern fried chicken and grits with eggs." "Okay. I'll have that out in a sec. Let me know if you need anything."

Syd and Erik spent some time just looking at each other. Not really sure what to say. He broke their silence, again. "So, uh..about earlier I--" "No.. No.. it was me. I let my thoughts run my actions and before I knew it, things got a little hot and heavy." "So..what does that mean?" he crossed his arms awaiting her response. "I mean, it's obvious that I like you too Erik. I've been fighting it. Fighting it off with work.." "Fighting it off with that niggaaa.." He adds. She reached across the table and shoved him, he dramatically fell back and slid down the booth. "No but really, I just.. I don't want things to go at a pace I'm not ready for. Especially today." She looked out of the window as a tear fell down her face. He reached out to wipe her tear and turn her face back to his, "Talk to me beauty. I'm right here." She smiled at the new nickname he's given her for the day. "I just want us to build a genuine bond. I've been hella vulnerable with you today. More than I've been with anyone in a long time. Please don't make me regret it." He shook his head as he took a sip of his drink, "Never that."

"Okay here you are!" The waiter brought out all of their food as they practically drooled over the deliciousness that sat among them. She refilled their mason jars and added, "If you guys need anything else, just let me know." They both smiled in her direction as they unwrapped their silverware. They spent their time eating talking about their short times they spent with their parents. All of the fun times that they both shared with them and how each of them met their demise. Syd told Erik that both of her parents worked at the World Trade Center Plaza. Her father worked in the South Tower on the eightieth floor, her mother worked in the Marriott World Trade Center. She started to struggle through the story, he held her hand to comfort her, "It's okay, just breathe through it. You have to talk about it to get through it." She inhaled and nodded her head, "From what my mom told me, the plane hit the North tower first, she saw it and automatically ran out of her job to the South tower. She called my dad and... He picked up, told her that he was taking the stairs, he was on the way down. He knew..... He knew another one was gonna hit his tower..and then.." She breathed again as she looked up, trying to stop the tears, "The other plane hit his tower. The line went dead. My mom tried to get in the building, I don't know-- I guess to try to save my dad. But it was a lot of stairwells and she didn't know which one he was on and it was so many people trying to get out. She wanted to save her husband. She realized that it was too late once the NYFD got to the scene and they got her out of the building, all she could do was....watch the buildings burn. Then...the tower that he was in collapsed." Syd exhaled and sniffled a bit, continuing, "My mom passed six years later. From a lung condition--inhaling burned materials from the buildings. So I lost them both from 9-11." Erik sat beside her and held her to his chest again, "You never told anyone about this, have you?" she looked up at him, "No. I didn't want to, for a long time. But grieving them never got any better. Most days, I try to push it off. But on their birthdays and September 11, every year...I can't ignore it." She snuggled back into his chest. He kissed the top her head. "Thank you for sharing this with me. I understand..shhhhh..I'm so sorry Syd. I'm sorry this happened to you." She finally gained her composure, they silently came to that understanding. He moved back to his seat as they continued eating. 

"My baba, he was my hero. Everything I wanted to be. My mom passed away giving birth to me. So from then until I was eleven, it was me, my baba, and my Uncle James. We lived in Oakland my whole life, but my baba would tell me about Wakanda, his home; all the time. One night, I was playing basketball with my friends across the street from our building. Next thing I knew, I saw this big ass glow over an overcast. It was kind of purple..so I knew something was off. I ran up the steps and..M--My baba. He was laid out. Alone. There was blood everywhere. All I could do was scream and hold his lifeless body in my hands." Syd held his hands and cried with him. "When we cleared out the apartment, I found a secret compartment with this--" he dug his chains out of his shirt and singled out the linked chain with the ring on it. "--and a book, all written in our native tongue, Xhosa. I'm still trying to decipher through it all but..One thing I do know is that my baba was murdered. Murdered by the one person that was supposed to have his back the most." Erik shook his head as he clinched his jaw. Syd wiped his tears, "It's okay N'Jadaka. Breathe, remember?" He nodded and inhaled, "My Uncle from back home..Wakanda.. he took the only thing I had left in the world away from me." Syd scaled back, "Your uncle? James?" Erik sniffled and shook his head. "Nah. Different uncle." "So..you do have other family, but he killed your dad?" "Yup. And left me alone. I was left to bounce from group home to group home until I aged out. Then I joined the Navy. At first, it was so I could have a place to live. Then I gained a family with my crew." He mustered a smile at his Navy days. "I joined the seals my second year in, I left after my fourth to go to school." 

By then, they both finished their plates as the waiter came by to collect them. "Should I go ahead and get those to-go orders?" They reached across the table, wiping each other's tears. "Yeah. Please?" Syd mustered up a slight giggle to lighten the mood.--They walked back outside into the storm, Erik walked to the right, assuming they were going back home. Syeda stood at the door. "Beauty, what you doing? Let's go." She looked back at him blinking, "Nah. We going this way." She walks in the opposite direction. He scurries back over to her, "Where we going?" "You'll see." They walk down the historic Malcom X Blvd as she told him the backstory about how Malcolm used to live on the block before he converted and how much he helped the community of Harlem afterward. They stopped in front of the subway entrance. "Now you tryna get me eaten up by a huge alligator or somethin'! I'm not going in there Syeda!" She pulled his arm, "Nigga it's the subway not a sewer! It may smell fucked up sometimes but it's not that serious. C'mon!" They went from the 125th Street Station to 33rd Street Station, they ran up the stairs to see the booming area that is Korea town. Erik's head swayed back and forth trying to keep up with the thousands of people walking by him, he finally moved his eyes back to Syd's, "I figured Zig hasn't shown you around, so...This is New York." They walked down Broadway as the lights from the screens became brighter and brighter the more they walked. Erik marveled at all of the different faces he saw. Syd pulled him through the busy sidewalks and cross walks until she stopped in between Broadway and West 43rd Street. "This..is Times Square." 

Erik stopped in his tracks when he heard her, and spun around to see the huge digital screens where the huge New Years ball sits on that special count down that he sees every year on TV. He looked over to his right to see more screens and looked up where the old TRL studio was. "This is amazing." Syd smiled at his astonishment. She's taken a few friends she made in college from out of state to the same spot and she gets the same reaction, every time. She lets him look in amazement as she typed in her phone, "C'mon we got one more place to go." 

--

By the time the Uber found them, it was 5:45PM. The rain stopped and she wanted to go the place she hasn't been to since she was a kid. The driver didn't announce their destination, at her request via text. He just drove. "Where we going now babe?" She linked her arm into his, "You'll see, N'jadaka. You always ask this many questions when you go out?" "Only when I don't know where I'm going! Shit!" She laughed at him and placed her head on his shoulder. He pulled her in closer and they sat in silence the rest of their twenty minute ride. The car stopped, "Alright, here you are!" Syd thanked the driver and Erik stepped out of the car, waiting for her before he closed the door behind him. He looked around, lost. "Uhhh..Where are we?" She rolled her eyes, "Well.. I was gonna take you to Ellis Island, but it's raining and I'm sure the faeries are closed. So..I took you to the next best place. She held his hand as they walked for what was only a couple of minutes, They stopped at the 9/11 memorial. Syd did something that no one has ever done to Erik. Shocked him twice in one day. "I haven't been here since the buildings stood. I couldn't. But I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather be here with.." She held his hand tighter. He kissed her forehead and whispered, "I'm honored." They walked around the South tower memorial in silence as her fingers traced over all of the names of the fallen men and women until she found his name, "Saleem Pedro Diaz" her other hand moved to her mouth as her finger traveled to the name next to it, "Valerie Nadeen Diaz" Erik moved closer to see what she was gasping at. "My mommy..baba." She moved her finger over to their respective names. "I didn't know they put both of their names on here.." She looked up to the sky, "Alhamd-lilah!" She dug a picture out of her bag of her and her parents on Ellis Island. She kissed it and left it by their names. She whispered, "I love you baba, mama." and she made her way back to Erik. He was taking in the scene of the entire memorial as she had her moment with her parents...then he thought to himself. By the time she was back by his side he told her, "I'll be back. Gimmie a second." He walked over to where her parents names were. She took a picture of him kneeling by the area and saved it as her screensaver. She then saw him nodding as he walked back to her. "Alright beauty, let's get you home."

🌹

Translation: Alhamd-lilah - Thank You God!

PSA: All characters are fictional, this was in no way made to disrespect the thousands of lives lost on that day, nor the lives affected by it.

Also, Rest in Heaven Stan Lee. Thank you for bringing all of our Marvel characters that we love so much to life. 🙏🏾

[hyunmintae]

Stress Reliever

A/N: As everyone who reads these types of fics that I write, I DO NOT write things very descriptive. 

Sorry if I don’t make it as descriptive as you would like, just me as a person, I’m not that comfortable with it yet! I try my best to give you general idea!

Another reason for this: Some people read this type of stories in public places, so in order to keep their sanity in public, I don’t make it too descriptive.

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Warnings: Slight Smut / Fluff

Jaebum had been coming home stressed everyday for about 2 weeks, but he wouldn’t let Y/N help him relieve any of it, saying “I’ll be fine,” “I can handle it,” “It’s fine baby, please just let me deal with it.” Y/N had, quite frankly, had enough of this. She was determined to help her stubborn boyfriend even if she had to tie him down.

So that’s when her plan was set into motion, she would get up after he left for practice and clean the whole house, and an hour or two before he got him she would make him dinner. Then she would begin to work her magic, by “accidently” dropping something under the table.

The next morning after yet another attempt to help her boyfriend and him refusing, she got up from the bed after he kissed her goodbye and she went to the bathroom and showered, pampered herself for the night to come.

She began cleaning the entire house , she dusted, swept the floors, mopped, dusted one more time, did all the dishes, washed, dried, and folded all the laundry. Made the bed, cleaned the bathroom, and by the time she was done it was only a few hours before Jaebum got home.

Y/N made her way to the kitchen and began cooking Jaebum’s favorite food. She spent almost half an hour in the kitchen cooking, making sure it was perfect for him. She smiled at the finished product and began to set the table. She set the food in the center of the table and then set the plates and spoons, knives, and forks. 

She stood by the table, smiling at her work when she heard the door unlocking. She quickly sprinted into the kitchen, pretending to be doing something.

“Baby, I’m home.” Jaebum’s tired voice called out to her.

“Hi Honey.” Y/N smiled, waling out of the kitchen and over to where he stood taking his shoes off at the door.

Jaebum took his last shoe off and reached over to pull Y/N close to him and kiss her softly.

“I made you dinner, come eat before you go to bed?” Y/N held his hand, leading him to the dining room.

Jaebum smiled at the food on the table and then at his girlfriend, he pulled her into him hugging her from behind.

“You’re too good to me.’ He whispered in her ear.

This only fueled Y/N’s plan more, a shiver running down her spine. She turned and smiled to her boyfriend, pecking his cheek.

“It’s your favorite. Now come sit and eat.” She told him. Moving to sit in her seat beside him as he took his seat.

Jaebum smiled as he filled his plate with food and began eating, sighing in content when his taste buds exploded with the flavor.

“Mmm, I love your cooking.” He told her, his head leaned back as he chewed his food. Y/N smiled up at him as she began to eat to, placing her hand on his knee to rub it soothingly as a thank you to him.

After they finished eating and had a tiny bit of dessert, Jaebum was leaned back in his chair, rubbing his stomach. 

“Mm thank you baby. That was so good.” He told her, kissing her forehead.

“Your welcome, love.” Y/N smiled at him

Y/N stood up as Jaebum stayed seated and she began to pick up the dishes to place in the sink to begin washing them, when a fork or two “slipped” off the plate.

“Oh, here I got it babe.” Jaebum told her, beginning to bend over and pick up the fork.

Y/N stopped him with a smile, “It’s okay. I’ll get it. You just relax here for a minute.”

Jaebum nodded at her, smiling. Y/N placed the dishes in her hands on the table and kneeled down under the table to retrieve the forks. However, she made a slight detour before grabbing them.

She slowly moved her way to inbetween Jaebum’s legs, she reached up and gently palmed him through his pants. She kissed his covered thighs softly.

“Ahh, Y/N w-what are you doing?” Jaebum groaned, trying to squirm away from her, but Y/N had him where he couldn’t.

Y/N only smiled and kept her movements, steady and slow. She rubbed her hands up and down his thighs as she kissed his growing buldge through his pants.

“I just want to help Bummie. You’re so stressed.” Y/N whispered loud enough for him to hear from under the table.

Jaebum whined at her actions, moving his hips a little for more friction.

Y/n began unzipping his pants and tugging them down to his ankles, next were his boxers. They followed his pants, falling over his knees and to his ankles. His pants and underwear pooled around his feet. 

Y/n smiled at the erection she had caused, it sprung up and slapped against Jaebum’s stomach. She bit her lip as she ran her finger up and down it slowly, listening to Jaebum whine at her touches.

“Quit teasing me..” Jaebum whined, trying to find her under the table with his hands.

Y/n smiled and moved closer to him, beginning to stroke his length. A few more strokes and she took him in her mouth. Jaebum was whining, moaning mess once she was finished, 

Y/N got up after she finished him off, fixing herself as if nothing happened, when she was standing beside her flustered boyfriend, she smiled at him before grabbing the dishes and walking to the kitchen.

Jaebum watched as she walked away from him, a smirk on his lips. He was still breathing hard, he pulled up his boxers and jeans before following Y/N into the kitchen.

Later that night Jaebum was nursing Y/N bruised hip bones that she gained from him being a little too rough against the kitchen counter. Jaebum’s stress was gone soon after that, as they laid in the bed together they were both smiling.

“I told you to let me help. You were just too stubborn so I had to come up with a plan.” Y/N told him.

Jaebum was busy playing with Y/N’s fingers that he wasn’t really concerned with why she planned what she did. Although it wasn’t a bad thing.

“Hmm, well I might have to be more stubborn from now on if that’s how you treat me.” He told her, kissing her forehead.

Y/N rolled her eyes and cuddled into his side, kissing his bare chest.

[jamiemac26]

Our Album - Part Two

Catch Me - By JamieMac

A Taron Egerton FanFiction - Our Album Masterlist

     “Wait, you did what?” Liv stared at her friend dumbfoundedly.

“I gave him my number. Stop looking at me like that. You’re the one constantly telling me that I need to ‘grow a pair’ and take chances. I took your advice and made a move.” Hayden picked at her fingernail polish, rolling her eyes at the look on Olivia’s face.

Liv shook her head, smiling slightly, “I gotta say Hayden, I am impressed. I truly didn’t think that you had it in you.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Hayden tossed a pillow in her friend’s direction.

The girls were curled up on the couch of their tiny apartment. It had been several days since the night at the bar, and Hayden had finally managed to work up the nerve to tell Olivia about her phone number hand off. She was a little disappointed that he hadn’t called but if she were honest with herself, she wasn’t that surprised.

“He hasn’t called yet though.”

Liv slide over, placing an arm around Hayden, “He’ll call.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Liv placed her head on Hayden’s shoulder, “Because I saw the way the looked at you that night. He’ll call. He’s probably just been busy or he’s working up the courage to call you.”

“Like a guy like that needs to work on his courage.” Hayden scoffed.

“It’s quite possible that he’s just as insecure about asking girls out as you were about giving him your number. He may be hot, but that doesn’t automatically mean he’s cocky. Take this as a good sign.” Liv reached for the remote, filling the small space with the glow of the television.

     Hayden turned the key in the lock, pushing open the heavy door to her apartment. It had been a long day at work and she wanted nothing more than to pour herself a glass of wine, kick off her shoes and curl up with a good movie. Olivia was out of town for the weekend, visiting her parents, so for the rare occasion, Hayden had the place to herself. Her heels lay in a pile by the door. She had a glass in her hand and a wine bottle tucked underneath her arm.  She flopped down on the soft cushions, pulling a blanket up over her lap. As she was reaching for the remote, the trill of her cell phone forced a groan from her throat. She set the glass and bottle down on the coffee table, pushing herself up. She dug through her purse, finally pulling the small device from its confines. A text message notification stretched across the screen. It was from a number she didn’t know. She slide her finger across the glass, letting her see the entire message.

Unknown Number: Hey. Sorry bout not texting sooner. Wondering if youre busy tonight?

Hayden: Who is this?

Unknown Number: Oh shit my bad. Its Taron.

Hayden: Oh hey.

Hayden glanced back at her couch. The bottle of wine called to her and her body ached for the softness of the blanket wrapped around her body. But, he’d finally gotten a hold of her. She’d be stupid to pass up on his invitation, right?

Hayden: Actually, you’ve caught me on a good night. Olivia is out of town so I’m in need of some good company.

She sent the text. “Oh god,” She mumbled to herself, slapping her palm against her forehead. “Way to sound desperate Hayden.” She took a deep breath, waiting to see if her reply had warded him off. Her phone quickly chimed back at her, and she released the breath hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

Taron: Awesome! Meet me at the same bar from the other night in about an hour.

Hayden: Okay, see you then.

     Hayden: OMG Olivia!! He just texted me.

Hayden shot off the text to her friend as she walked down the hall to her bedroom. Now came the decision on what to wear. “Oh be real Hayden. You’re gonna wear what you always wear.” She pulled a pair of dark skinny jeans from her closest, along with her favorite shirt. It laced in the front, and hung softly off her shoulder. She wiggled into the jeans. She pushed the door to the bathroom open and switched on the light. She stared at herself in the mirror. She looked tired, like it had been a long week. She freshened up her makeup before slipping the soft material of the shirt over her head. Fluffing up her hair, she decided that this would have to be good enough.

Olivia: What are wearing. Take a photo.

Hayden sighed. Using the full length mirror in her bedroom, she snapped a photo and set it off to her friend. As she waited for a reply, she rummaged through her purse, pulling out her ID and credit cards.

Olivia: Wear your black boots. Don’t You Dare Wear Trainers!!

Hayden: Fine.

Hayden searched her closet, the boots apparently missing. She rolled her eyes before making her way across the hall to Olivia’s room.  Sure enough, there they were, lying in the middle of her roommate's bedroom floor. Hayden sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the thigh high boots on and zipping them up.  She grabbed her favorite black sweater before texting her friend back.

Hayden: Boots are on and I’ve got that little black sweater that you’re always trying to steal from me.

Olivia: Good girl.  Now don’t do anything I wouldn’t do and Use Protection!

Hayden: Good god Liv, it’s our first date.

Olivia: LOL and this is why you are my sweet good girl.  I really do need to corrupt your some more.  Just have fun.

Hayden: I’ll call you tomorrow.  Night.

Hayden grabbed her keys as she headed out the door, into the dark night.

     He was waiting for her outside the bar.  She couldn’t help the smile that formed on her lips. He looked good.  A pair of jeans hugged his hips and a long-sleeved Henley wrapped his upper body.  He returned her smile. ‘Don’t be shy. Don’t be shy.’ She said to herself silently, over and over again.

“I’m sorry about not coming to pick you up, I hope you won’t hold that against me.” Taron’s husky voice greeted her ears as she neared him.

“No, that’s fine. You look nice.” Hayden could feel her cheeks start to flame up as the words left her mouth.

He chuckled, “I was just going to say the same about you. You’ve got to stop beating me to the compliments.”

She liked the sound of his laugh. Something about it feeled her with a warmth she hadn’t experienced before. “So what are our plans for the night? Are we staying here?”

He shook his head and reached his hand out to her, “No.  Are you hungry?”

She stared at his hand, her heart picking up its pace. “Yeah, I’m starving.” With apprehension, she extended her hand towards his. His warm fingers slipped between hers and their palms pressed together.

“Good, there is this great Indian place up the street.  Do you like curry?”

She let him lead, enjoying the feel of their hands joined together. “Yeah, I do.”

“Then curry it shall be. You’ll like this place.  It’s quiet and there shouldn’t be any interruptions.” He looked over at her, the smile growing.

     She couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed so much. Taron was funny.  He was sweet and considerate. The staff at the restaurant seemed to know him and treated the pair well. She tasted some of the best food she’d had in awhile, all while listening to Taron tell stories about his days in drama school, about his mother and his younger sisters, about growing up in Wales. She giggled as he thickened his accent, using the Welsh terms with over exaggeration. He talked about his travels to the United States, to China and Korea, and even the long term stint he did down in Hungary. She ate all of it up.  She could sit and listen to him talk for the rest of her life. He had so much expression and was so full of life. She’d never met anyone quite like him before and was quickly finding herself falling for the man who sat across from her.

The night ended far too soon and the walk back to her apartment was over before she was ready for it to be.

“Would you like to come in,” She nervously stuttered.

He leaned in, kissing her cheek softly, “I would absolutely love to, but I’m going to pass for tonight.”

Disappointment flowed through her.

“Don’t give me that look. I’m only saying no because I’m leaving town early in the morning. But, I’d love to see you again when I get back.”

She nodded her head, “I’d really like that.  I had a great time tonight Taron. Thank you for all of it.” She felt how close he stood next to her. She felt as his fingers slid down her arm. She felt them encircle her wrist and she held her breath as he pulled her closer. His arms wrapped around her shoulders and he pressed their bodies together.

He pressed his lips to her cheek once more, before pulling away.

She shivered as the warmth left her but noticed that his hand was clutched around hers. “Text me while you’re gone?”

He nodded, “Of course I will. I look forward to continuing our conversations and next time we talk about you.”

She blushed again, “I am not near as interesting as you are though.”

“I guess we’ll have to see,” He let her hand drop, taking a step back. “I really do need to go.” He turned around, and began his decent down the stairs, but stopped, “Two weeks from tomorrow… you plan the date this time.”

She smiled and nodded as she watched him disappear from her sight.

     Her heart soared as she recounted her date to Olivia. She blushed as she thought about how he looked that night and how his lips had felt against her skin. How holding his hand had felt so right. How she could never tire of listening to him talk.

Olivia sat back, watching as her friend glowed with happiness. “So the date went well?”

Hayden shook her head, “I think I’ve been saying that this whole time. Don’t you ever listen to me?”

Liv laughed, “I’m glad that you had fun. So when are you seeing him again?”

“A couple weeks.  He’s out of town until then, but he wants me to plan the next outing.”

“Where out of town?”

Hayden shrugged, “You know, I didn’t ask. I’m assuming it’s for work.”

“Did you ask what he did for work?” Olivia grinned, knowing full well who Taron was and what he did for a living.

“No,” Hayden shook her head, “And I didn’t ask either.  Shit, I probably should have asked that.”

“I think that you’ll find out soon enough. So where are you planning on going for your next date?”

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Leg Day

Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: Nat convinces you to start out the semester well and convinces you to go workout at the gym with her. A killer leg day leads to a small accident and utter embarrassment in front of some strangers. 

Warnings: Some swearing

Words: about 1130

A/N: This’ll be a one shot! Unless you guys want a part 2? Let me know! Please note, this is un-edited so there may be some mistakes! Thanks for reading! 

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“Come on, Y/N. You said you were going to go to gym with me at the start of the semester,” Natasha says with a stern look, hands on her hips.

With a groan, I dramatically collapse onto the couch behind me with an arm thrown over my eyes. “But, the semester is starting tomorrow. Shouldn’t we start tomorrow,” I question with a whine.

“Nope, we’re starting today,” Nat says as she tugs me by my arm as I resist her. “Now get dressed so we can head out to the gym. We’ll get brunch afterwards.”

“Brunch?” I question, peaking from underneath my arm. 

I can see her roll her eyes at me. “Yes brunch, you goof,” she says, a small smile forming on her lips.

“Ugh. I guess we can start our work out today,” I dramatically groan out.

I get off the couch and drag my feet across the floor and into my room. I take my time changing into some workout clothes.

I’m slipping on my tennis shoes when I hear Nat calling out for me to hurry it up. Her exact words were, “Get your ass out of there or I’m dragging it to the gym myself.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I call out as I walk out of my room.

“Great,” Nat says in an over enthusiastic tone and big smile.

Rolling my eyes, I grab my keys off the counter top and make my way out the door.

“Come on Y/N! We’re almost done. Just another 30 squats and lunges and we’re done. I promise,” Nat tells me, not even breaking a sweat. 

Meanwhile, I’m here sweating like a pig, red in the face, and out of breath. Oh god, how did I let her talk me into this.

“And three, two, and one,” Nat drags out as we finish the last of our lunges.

I fall forward, hands on my knees, breath coming in pants. “That was one more set than you said we were going to do. Who decided it was leg day anyway? I won’t be able to walk around campus tomorrow”.

“You’ll be fine. Stop being so dramatic Y/N. Now, lets get in a 10-minute walk on the treadmill and call it a day,” Nat says while helping me stand up straight.

As we’re waling over towards the treadmills, I see a row of well built guys running on three of the treadmills. The one on the far left has honey-blond hair and a shoulder to hip ratio similar to a Dorito. The guy in the middle has dark skin and is just as well built, but his thighs are killer. The last guy on the right has dark brown hair and he has these biceps that are bulging out of his shirt. Why are they all so gorgeous from behind? And why are all they’re shirts so tight? Not that I’m complaining or anything.

We walk around in front of their row of treadmills to the row in front of them. I can’t help but glance a look to their faces and boy, they do not disappoint. Is it really fair for these guys to be so good looking and have the bodies of Greek gods?

I shake myself out of my admiration and get on the treadmill next to Nat. It just so happens to be the one right in front of the brown haired Greek god.

I try to seem nonchalant about walking but I can’t feel my legs. I’m not sure if I’m even walking normally. But the more I walk the more I’m able to feel my legs. I just hope no one notices my funny walk.

We walk longer than planned. My timer reads 25 minutes before Nat looks over to me.

“You ready for brunch?” she questions.

“Oh yeah. You worked me too hard and now I’ve worked up an appetite,” I say while stopping my treadmill.

“Great, let’s just freshen up a bit in the bathroom first,” Nat says with a clap of her hands and a nod.

I agree and turn around and step off the treadmill when I feel my legs give out from under me. I fall into a heap onto the ground.

I am mortified to say the least. There is a group of handsome men behind me and I just had to fall off the treadmill.

“Oh my god, Y/N! Are you okay!” Nat reaches over to me.

But before she gets to me, I see a pair of shoes in my periphery.

“Are you okay,” a mesmerizing voice asks me, extending their hand towards me.

“Yeah, yeah,” I say with an awkward laugh, taking their hand.

He helps me up and when I look up to see his face I’m even more embarrassed. It’s the gorgeous brown haired guy that was running behind me.

I can feel myself blush as I look down but I can’t help but glance back up at him.

“Must’ve been one hell of a work out,” he says with a kind smile. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it was leg day and I haven’t worked out in a while. But I promised Nat that I’d start working out with her at the beginning of the semester but she dragged my ass out here today. She didn’t even have the audacity to tell me it was leg day. But I came anyway because she promised me brunch and-,” I stop my rambling.

With a sigh I continue, “and now I’m rambling because I’m mortified that I fell in front of the three most gorgeous guys in the gym,” my eyes go wide and I slap my hand in front of my mouth. “And I’m going to stop talking now.”

I’m getting redder the more I talk. I should stop while I’m ahead.

I look over to my side and see Nat laughing her ass off. What a friend she is.

I look over to the handsome stranger standing in front of me. He’s looking at me with a wide grin on his face. He chuckles and extends his hand towards me. “Well it’s nice to know the most beautiful girl in the gym thinks we’re the most handsome guys in the gym. My name’s Bucky,” he says, his smile growing wider.

“Y/N,” I say, taking his hand. “And this is my friend, Nat,” I point to my left. 

“I’m done with my workout. What do you say I treat you out to brunch? I mean, we can all go. You, me, Nat and Steve and Sam back here,” Bucky says, jabbing his thumb behind him, pointing out the other two guys.

I look at Nat, who shrugs.

“Sure,” I grin up at him.

Well maybe working out wasn’t a bad idea after all.

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ftwd clarkcest; fast car

very light clarkcest, alicia centric. when alicia is seventeen, nick asks her to run away with him.

Alicia turns seventeen on a Tuesday. She buys herself a slurpee from the convenience store and splurges on takeout after school from the sushi place all the way downtown. She eats cross legged on her bed and takes a bath with the bottle of wine Madison keeps hidden behind the spice rack in the pantry. She doesn’t even towel off, just walks all drippy and naked through the hall to her room and passes out pleasantly tipsy atop her bedspread.

She wakes up when her alarm beeps and slaps it off before rolling over and tugging the blanket over her hip. The front door shutting wakes her and she sits up, fumbling for a sleep shirt that hangs to mid thigh. She stumbles to the living room, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and Nick is half on half off the couch, looking at his shoes with a perplexed expression. “Hey,” she says, yawning and going to the kitchen to get him some orange juice.

He looks over at her. “Isn’t it a school day?”

Alicia finds one of the sunny delight bottles Madison’s latest boyfriend bought her, like she’s a schoolgirl in pigtails instead of a year and a half away from freedom. “Well, if I had any idea Father Nicholas, patron saint of truancy, was going to appear in my living room….”

“That makes me sound like Santa Claus. And it’s my living room too. Mother dearest says so all the time.”

“Shocking,” Alicia mutters, wandering over to flop on the couch next to him and shove at his feet until he sits up and takes the juice from her. He drains it in a few big gulps and tosses the empty bottle over his shoulder, where it bounces on the floor and leaves drips on the carpet. He rolls over and drops his head into her lap, where she pets at his hair with her fingers and pulls a face at the grease. “How long are you staying?”

Nick hums, non-committal. “Make me lunch?”

++

Alicia makes instant noodles, standing at the stove and watching the water boil, poking at the rectangle of dried noodles with Nick draped over her back and nosing at her ear to make her shiver when he blows it in. She swats at him but doesn’t make any other moves to dislodge him--his weight feels too slight for his frame but it’s still warm and heavy reassuring.

“You need a shower,” she tells him at the table, watching him slurp at the broth and splatter the front of his threadbare shirt.

“You don’t enjoy my natural musk?” He smiles at her with his mouth full and she hates how it softens her.

“You smell like smack whore,” she tells him, and drops his bowl in the sink.

++

Nick has been in the shower for three hours and Alicia needs to pee. Finally, huffing, she barges into the bathroom. “Don’t look,” she snaps, shoving her pants down and sitting on the toilet, ripping a few squares of paper off the roll.

The curtain rustles. “Baby sister need a potty break?”

“How is there even hot water left?” She stands and flushes vindictively, enjoying his little yelp. She’s washing her hands when his head pokes out.

“Cold and then hot. Junkie tricks.”

“Amazing,” Alicia says, scathing, and slams the door on her way out.

++

She takes a nap and watches television and unplugs the answering machine so the registrar message from her school about her absence won’t be recorded. She sees Nick leave out of the corner of her eye and doesn’t try to stop him.

++

When they’re alone Madison doesn’t care if she eats on the couch or in her room or even standing up over the sink. When they have company or when Nick is home they eat at the table like a real family. Alicia doesn’t mind it when Nick is there, because she has someone to roll her eyes with and kick under the table and smirk at over the mashed potatoes, but she hates it when they play happy families for a coworker or an aunt or a boyfriend. Matt told her once that it was nice her mother made time for family meals and she was furious with him for almost a week.

So when she comes out to poke in the fridge and scrounge through the takeout she’s surprised to see the plates stacked on the dining table. “Susie Homemaker strikes again,” Nick whispers, right into her ear, and she leaps into the air.

“Asshole,” she curses, and socks him in the shoulder.

“She made the meatloaf herself,” Nick tells her, and she gets the ketchup out of the fridge. His smile is floaty and he swallows too much and he smells like vinegar. She uses the last of it on her own plate and passes him the empty bottle with a smile that suggests butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth and when he glares she feels almost cheerful.

++

Alicia wakes up when someone crawls into her bed. She screams into the hand over her mouth and kicks her heel back hard. “Ow,” Nick curses from behind her, “jesus christ leesh.”

She bites his fingers until he moves his hand. “Fuck you, Nick, what the fuck--”

“Come on,” he says, and slides off the mattress. He wobbles on his feet and doesn’t turn on any lights and she follows him down the hall in barefeet. “I packed you a bag,” he whispers, far too loud and unsteady. He points at a duffel lying by the front door. The keys to their second car is dangling from one finger.

“You’re crazy,” she tells him. “I’m going back to bed.”

He catches by the wrist and pulls her into him. Leans his head on her shoulder and nuzzles at her cheek. “Won’t you come with me,” he coos, “please, Leesh? For a few days. Like when we were little, remember?”

Alicia hesitates. “I remember,” she admits, soft. She remembers being twelve and reading about abduction on the internet with the second tab a dictionary site for the words she didn’t understand. She remembers learning that there’s a genetic component for addiction, something in their shared DNA that makes them weak. “Okay,” she says, and carries her own bag to the car.

++

The car wavers in its lane and Alicia doesn’t wear her seatbelt and watches the bumpers of the cars around them and wonders if Madison would mention her at all in their shared obituary.

They stop at a flop motel and she clicks the locks before he can get out. “No,” she says, because she’s lived this long without sleeping in a bed of roaches and she’d like to continue the trend.

He goes to a nicer hotel and holds the door open for her. “Only the best for you,” he says, and when the clerk assumes they’re a couple he just smirks at her.

++

It’s a single queen sized bed and Nick goes to the vending machine and comes back with the candy he knows she likes and they watch The Outlaw Josey Wales and when he goes into the bathroom with his sleeves rolled up and comes back with them tugged down to his wrist she’s too tired to do anything except crawl into his lap and let him braid her hair all crooked, the same way he did when she was in elementary school until she learned how to do it herself at recess from the other girls.

She wakes up in the middle of the night spooned against him and she can feel him against the cleft of her ass and the small of her back. His arm is heavy around her waist and his hand has slipped under her shirt. He smells like booze and dope and when he noses under her ear she tips her head back so he can rest his cheek against the side of her neck.

++

Alicia drives and when Nick asks where they’re going she ignores him. She’d woken up to open the duffel he’d packed her and found sixteen pairs of socks and one of Madison’s sweaters and cursed herself for being so stupid.

She stops at a gas station and when she comes out holding sandwiches and soda cans Nick is cleaning his elbow with his hand sticking out of the open window. She drops everything on the dashboard and goes around the car to start the gas pump.

She takes the alcohol wipe from his trembly fingers. Wipes his track marks and his dark dotted scars and the fresh red angry circle. “I’m sorry,” he tells her. “I am.”

She shakes her head. “I hate you,” she says, and kisses the crook of his elbow.

++

Her feet crunch on the dusty dirt and she can feel the little rocks get stuck in the tread of her shoe. Nick is asleep in the car and the desert breeze ruffles her hair. She looks up at the plastic green alien towering over the lonely house alone in the sand and walks through the garden littered with rocks and pieces of broken glass. The lady tells her that psychic energies linger in the formations and the items and when she lingers by a broken that would fit in the palm of her hand Nick comes up behind her.

“It was too hot in the car,” he says, blinking into the sun. “I couldn’t find my sunglasses. Where are we?”

“Colorado, but only just.”

Nick scratches at himself, uneasy. “It’s too hot, Leesh. I feel sick.”

<i>You are sick, Alicia thinks. She tells him: “there’s oranges in the car, the key’s in the ignition.” He walks away, weaving and wavering on his feet. She leaves his sunglasses in the sun by a broken bulky flip phone from the nineties and when she gets in the car with the AC blasting and the orange peels on the driver’s seat she sees a lizard perched on the lenses.

++

“I wanted to see the Grand Canyon.”

Nick wriggles until their noses are almost touching, heads resting on the same pillow, turned on their sides. “We still can.”

Alicia exhales. “Don’t lie to me.”

“For you,” he says, earnest. Alicia can tell when he’s lying and it’s worse when she knows he isn’t, that he genuinely believes what he’s saying. “I can do it for you. For real this time, for always this time.”

She falls asleep with his breath on her cheek and his toes peeking out of the holes in his sock, touching her calf.

++

“Alicia,” Madison answers her call. “Have you seen Nick? I think he took the other car.”

Alicia watches the traffic rip by on the freeway just outside the window. “No,” she says, “I haven’t seen him.”

“Your school called, I think a teacher marked you absent by mistake yesterday. See the registrar and get it corrected.”

“Okay mom,” Alicia agrees, feeling detached and unleashed to her own body. “I will.”

“See you for dinner,” Madison says, and hangs up.

Alicia counts the days on her fingers. She’s been gone for five, and Madison’s only question was for Nick.

++

She’s half asleep and she had a dream that lingers, making her shift in her underwear, her jeans hanging over the chair in the corner. “Nicky,” she mumbles, and his palm presses against the front of her. She drifts in and out and he’s biting her throat while she grinds greedy and messy against his wrist. She wants to ask him to dip his fingers into her underwear and touch her but she fades away before she can work up the nerve.

++

Alicia wakes up alone. She washes her underwear in the sink next to the used needle and showers without any soap, piling her tangled hair up on her head in a bun. She sits on a towel on the bed until her panties are dry enough to wear, still damp and smelling like tepid tap water, and finds the car unlocked and the keys under the visor.

She drives home without stopping and chugs off brand cola from gas stations to stay awake and coffee that scorches the roof of her mouth. She feels gritty and stupid and young.

++

“How was school,” Madison asks when she’s come through the front door. It’s two in the morning and Alicia smells like gas and sweat.

“Good,” she responds, hollow. She leaves her duffel bag by the door and sleeps for twelve hours. She dreams about the time she was seven and their father took them to see the Grand Canyon. It was purple and red and Nick held her hand so she wouldn’t trip over the rocks.

[entergamingxp]

Five of the Best: Jokes • Eurogamer.net

Five of the Best is a weekly series about the incidental details we don’t celebrate enough. We’ve talked about all kinds of things so far from Game Over screens to Scares and Villains – there’s a whole Five of the Best archive if you’re interested. But there’s so much more to talk about too.

Five of the Best works like this. Various Eurogamer writers (and friends) share memories and then you – probably outraged we haven’t included the thing you’re thinking of – can share that thing you’ve been thinking of in the comments below. Then we all have a lovely chat about it. Your collective memory has never failed to amaze us – don’t let it stop now!

What’s your favourite joke – Aliens: Colonial Marines? No, no, I don’t mean that. But what is your favourite joke? Do you have one? I can never think of one when someone asks. I cheated and had to Google one. Try this: What do pirates say when they turn 80? Go on, guess. “Aye matey!” Good, isn’t it? How about: Why did Beethoven get rid of his chickens? All they said was “Bach Bach Bach”. Or maybe: How do you make a tissue dance? Put a little boogie in it!

I think the point here is that I shouldn’t write jokes, but thankfully there are funnier people writing them in games so I don’t have to, so here’s to laughing, here’s to jokes, and here are five of the best. Happy Friday one and all!

Monkey Island magic

I encountered Monkey Island so early on in my life that I sort of expected all games to be as witty and elegant as this one was. But there is one joke right at the end that absolutely blew my tiny mind.

The game’s over and the baddie is defeated. The hero and the governor are watching fireworks in the sky – a classic victory scene. You still have dialogue options though. And what options.

“Just goes to show,” I chose, or words to that effect.

“Just goes to show what?”

“Never pay more than twenty dollars for a video game.”

Okay. Already funny. But we’re not done.

“What’s a video game?” asks the governor.

“I don’t know,” I reply. “I don’t know why I said that.”

META.

-Donlan

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World of Warcraft gets silly

World of Warcraft – have I gone mad?! No, well, I don’t think so but then I would say that. WoW isn’t known as a funny game, although if you factor in the people you play with, it can be hilarious. Back when the game launched there was a Eurogamer guild on Bloodscalp called Elite Guard (shit name but it had the initials EG) and the guild chat was hilarious. I’d never laughed so hard at, effectively, a chat room. And the laughs kept on coming over many more weeks and months. Happy days.

But that’s not why I’ve listed World of Warcraft here. It’s here because of the jokes characters tell. If you type the command /silly into the chat box and press enter, the character you’re playing tells a joke. There are hundreds of them, a handful for each race and sex combo.

For instance, the undead male character – my main – would say, in a gravelly, sardonic voice: “Roses are gray, violets are gray, I’m dead and colorblind.” I nearly spat my coffee out when I first heard it. He also might say: “Hey diddle diddle, the mucous and the spittle. The corpse sank in the lagoon. The murloc said ‘mmmmm’ to see such a sight, and the dwarf spanked the baboon.”

This blew my mind. I cannot overemphasise how different, how alive, how charismatic this felt after coming from mute MMOs like Dark Age of Camelot. Characters didn’t do anything of the kind there, they had no voice. And I tell you what, I stood in that Undead starting area in Deathknell for ages doing nothing but standing still and telling myself jokes, lapping it up, cackling at every one.

-Bertie

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Skip to 5.40 for the Undead male jokes. They still make me laugh!

Assassin’s Creed 2 plumbs the depths

Modern day Assassin’s Creed games are – among all those sweeping, expensive-looking vistas and blockbuster action set-pieces – wonderfully warm, witty things, graced with ample charm and good humour. That’s generally been the case since the thigh-slapping high seas adventure of Black Flag, of course, but before that – based on my admittedly hazy memories of the earlier games, at least – you’d be lucky to encounter even the slightest moment of whimsy in what was an often unwaveringly po-faced and rather self-important series.

So imagine my surprise when – after the interminable, joy-free drudgery of the original game, and the somewhat mirthless opening hours of its Renaissance-Italy-set sequel – Assassin’s Creed 2 suddenly, and out of nowhere, let rip with a moment of sublime silliness. I might even go as far as to call it the greatest video game joke of all time, but I suspect it only left such an unshakeable impression because it had all been so dreadfully serious up until then.

Partway through Assassins Creed 2, you see, beloved hero Ezio runs into his uncle out in the Italian countryside. Thrilled to see his nephew again, the jovial moustachioed gent, a local to the area, spreads his arms wide and warmly exclaims – what else? – “IT’S-A ME MARIO!”.

-Matt Wales

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Everything about Portal 2

If you asked me what I thought was the funniest video game I’ve ever played it would almost be reflex at this point to gush about the writing in Portal 2. I’ve played a lot of games with good jokes, with funny moments, but there’s nothing like Portal 2’s wall to wall dedication to making the player laugh in as many ways as possible. “We didn’t jettison everything, but I absolutely do not want to try and resurrect a three-year-old meme. That seems like it would be kind of sad. It’s not a good idea.” writer Erik Wolpaw told Gamasutra back in 2010, and he wasn’t messing around. Portal 2’s consistently quick-witted gags come from not just depth but breadth, in my humble opinion. There’s the format go-tos of slapstick and ‘random’ humour that we’re probably all a bit sick of by now but they’re intertwined with irony, meta-humour, darkly-comic scenes and self-poking jabs at the absurdity of the sights around you. All of this is then bolstered by a stellar voice acting cast with honest to god comedians like Stephen Merchant playing the companion-turned-villain Wheatley.

My favourite joke of the game concerns the villainous side of Wheatley, destroying everything around him in a fit of incompetence and arrogance at the climax of the game. He has to be taken down but just like his predecessor, his clumsy but ultimately terrifying power over the automated systems of Aperture science makes him nigh on impossible to defeat. It’s a true masterpiece of a final boss battle – sheer self indulgence and bombast with rockets flying, bits of equipment exploding all around you and a cast of ridiculous personality spheres shouting out a million jokes a minute as you pick them up and chuck them around.

This game is absolutely dedicated to its comedy and could only end in one big joke, one big deconstruction of just how ridiculous the very concept of this portal gun technology is. How terrifyingly dangerous it would be in the real world. You’ve shot portals onto more surfaces you can count but they only work when you hit something that’s painted white. Why? I have absolutely no idea, but do you know what’s really big and white? The goddamn moon. That’s how you finish a boss battles in Portal 2, you shoot the boss into fucking space.

–Michael Whelan (Dicebreaker)

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The unintentionally hilarious Heavy Rain

I’m welling up just thinking about this one. The mother of all cry-laugh inducers. Where to start? I like the cars, that bit’s very good. I love the doors – top detective, flummoxed by doors. The ice, which he can’t stand on but everyone else seems to be walking over just fine. The weird skidding around every corner! Why can’t he corner?! Why do I have to press a button to get him to go around a corner like a normal human being?! Why does it not matter if you fail to press any of the buttons?! Why are the button prompts in there in the first place if they don’t matter?! Gold. I have to assume it’s funny on purpose. It has to be – too funny not to be, too po-faced everywhere else for this bit to not stand out – and honestly the game’s so much better for it.

-Taps

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This is a serious game!

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