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[quinnmorgendorffer]

[tllgrrl]

April Showers Bring Foolery and Shenanigans: The Vacation Edition : Chapter 3, Part 3 - “Daddy’s Home”

Day 8 - Saturday Morning

Rated: E

Relationship: Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes

Inspired by Sebastian Stan’s cover story photo spread in L’Officiel hommes March 2022

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Previously…

Shucking off the boxers, leaving him in just the robe, he turned off the nightstand lamp and joined her in the still-warm bed.

“Now, Intanda,” he murmured, first teasing her mouth with the tip of his tongue, then kissing her cheek, her jaw, and grazing his teeth down the side of her neck, “…about you…and that knife.”

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Because nights on the Pacific coast were tending to be chilly, compared to the Gulf and Delacroix, she was wearing his (now her) blue long-sleeved Henley, its left sleeve now stretched out, the neckband and button bands cut off (for her, by him, with that very knife there on the nightstand) allowing the neckline to settle almost elegantly on her shoulders, framing her long neck and generous décolleté.

This—combined with the sight of her face and hair brushed with gold highlights from the nearby nightlight, the twinkle of the chain and dog tags at her breasts, and the beautiful contrast of the sapphire blue lace lingerie on her smooth, dark brown skin—brought out a delightedly wolfish grin on his face.

Laying his right fingertip lightly on the outer swell of her left breast, he slowly dragged the tip of that finger around and around the curve like he was tracing a spiral.

“The way you gripped that handle gives me the impression you know your way around a knife. Where’d you learn that, intombi entle?”

Fighting her body wanting to push her breast into his hand, she swallowed a tiny moan at the back of her throat, but he heard both it, and the light gasp that preceded it.

“From my mama. Anybody thinkin’ they have knife skills never met Darlene Wilson. I also got some private tutoring from this guy who…knows…a thing or two.”

“Oh! A thing or two, huh?” he chuckled. “Well, I guarantee ya, I know more than just a thing or two, nandi.”

She watched his eyes travel to her mouth, and down to the breast that his finger was on. He bit his lip and watched her nipple start to pebble under that shirt.

She tilted his chin up, bringing his eyes back to meet hers, “Glad you made it back, Sarge.”

“I believe your exact words were ‘You better’,” he winked, then dipped his nose into her cleavage and inhaled, detecting a hint of the soft, warm floral notes of marula oil on her skin.

It soothed and excited him simultaneously.

Then, he took the edge of her shirt in his teeth, and softly growled while pulling it down, revealing her lace-covered breasts.

His antics made her roll her eyes, but she also giggled with delight, wanting to climb on top of him—and that very apparent erection—and fuck him into the overly over-sized mattress, but she put that thought aside—at least for the time being—and just before his lips made contact with the lace directly over her nipple…

“Yeah, no. Hold on there a minute, soldier.”

Continued on AO3

or…

Fade to Black on the Sexy Parts and go directly to the EPILOGUE.

(Previous chapter.)

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Note: April Showers…The Vacation Edition is also at AO3: CH 1 / CH 2 / CH 3, Pt 1 / CH 3, Pt 2 / CH 3, Pt 3 / Epilogue

As they aren’t blessed with these lovely photos, instead they’re a bit more descriptive and expanded.

Note: Chapter 3, Part 3 is Rated E for Grownups. Minors, this is your DNI.

[buchananssmolbean]

Wings

Chapter Three - Firsts and Feelings; Pains and Grievings

Word Count: 1423

Warnings: Sadness, arguments, minimal swearing, piercing of skin? lmk if i forgot anything

A/N: pls don’t copy or translate on this platform or any others. sorry this took so damn long lol.

Summary: There’s trouble at the Barnes/Rogers/Wilson residence…

1978

January 14

Hanoi

It had been a very long, gruelling mission. You hated Hanoi, mostly because you couldn't go out into the villages and towns. So far, you'd practically absorbed 2 cups of sugar cane juice, and sat on the unsteady hay roof of a little home.

"Y/N? Are you there?" Bucky spoke through the newly planted communication system in your ear.

"Yeah." you sighed.

You bored easily when there was nothing to do but stare at people much happier than yourself. Combine that with the blistering heat, and you've got yourself an irritable Y/N.

"Don't sound like that, Маленький."

"Why can't I come with you?"

"You know why, Маленький. Now, meet me by the bay."

2018

February 15

New York City

"Bucky?" you whispered into his ear, nudging the tip of your nose against his soft, long locks of chestnut brown hair. "Yes, Моя любовь?"

He watched a thin strand of hair fall from the crown of your head and down between your eyes.

"Why am I here?"

Sadness flashed before Bucky's eyes, a tinge of hurt in his soul. "Do you not like it here?"

"No, no; I love it—I guess I just thought that you forgot about me."

Guilt welled in Bucky's internals, sloshing around with whatever he had for dinner last night.

Never had Bucky forgotten about you. How could he?"

"Моя любовь, you know I couldn't do that."

"Y-You never... came back." your voice cracked, and Bucky urged more water down your throat—maybe in hopes of making up for a past lack of presence in your life.

"I know, I'm sorry, Маленький. I thought all of Hydra was gone, forever," Bucky's hand caressed the side of your face, cradling it just how you liked. "I thought—I thought you were—" He struggled. "Well, it doesn't matter. I have you back again now."

You quickly rubbed your cheek against his calloused hand, slightly less harsh than you'd remembered it being at Hydra.

"How about breakfast? Hmm, Y/N?"

"Oh-kay." You exaggerated the letters, almost individually. Though somewhere in the back of your head, you'd wondered what you would do in Bucky's position.

You were pulled to the dining bar, a little L-shaped nook in the corner of the apartment. Bucky opened the tinted fridge door, revealing a plethora of both healthy and unhealthy foods. "What are we thinkin', Y/N?"

"Um... food."

Over the years, you'd lost any type of pickiness that you could've had before. Pretty much anything went now—not that much went, with Hydra, and all.

So Bucky fumbled his way clumsily around the kitchen with whisks and forks, humming and whistling short, little 40's tunes.

Before you knew it, crêpes and spinach sat in front of you. Mm, you thought, delightful. Bending 45°, you took a light whiff of the French cuisine, eyes sparkling with what could almost be described as beaming excitement.

"Thank you." You waited, not quite sure if what for. Picking up the fork was an impossible task, despite the extreme want. So, why? Why couldn't you eat it?

"Eat, Soldat." Bucky chanted sadly.

No longer was there a restraint against the fork—in fact, your hand couldn't help but tug towards it.

"Thanks..." you mumbled.

"Sorry."

You nibbled away at your food until Sam and Steve ended up by the bar, both of them sitting on either side of you; as if one man beside you wasn't intimidating at all.

"Mornin'." Steve flashed a Captain America-type smile that Bucky hated when directed to you.

"Hello." you greeted both men at once, then looked to Bucky, who shrugged, and started on his own crêpe.

"Buck, I didn't know you could cook."

"Why don't you ever cook for us? Smells amazing."

Bucky rolled his eyes, sitting across from you and the boys, only looking into your eyes. "I only cook on special occasions."

You squirmed, blushed; anything, you name it. The boys noticed, deciding not to comment, for your sake and Bucky's. You were special for him.

"Can we have some?"

"No."

Sam huffed in annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Come eat some more, Маленький." Bucky gestured to the plate in front of him.

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"They're really..."

"Close." Steve finished Sam's statement. "It's good. I think."

"Yeah, I guess. I just wonder if she'll hurt him."

"Please, I don't think that woman could hurt a fly." Steve snorted, almost admiring the scars on your back, where your wings would shoot out from. "Quite the tough cookie, huh?"

"It's not like she signed up for the program." Sam shrugged, tossing his paper towel into a garbage bin, like a basketball.

"Pow, pow! Three pointer!"

Apparently, to Sam, a victory dance was in order—an absolute necessity.

Your knees slung over Bucky's thighs, him holding yours gently, caressing the skin through your thin leggings.

"We should go shopping, Маленький. Get you some warmer clothing for the winter."

"Mm, okay." You agreed, because you were always agreeable when Bucky was the one who asked, that much certainly hadn't changed.

On the tele was a 90s sitcom, something with girls in short skirts, men in unflatteringly tight pants, and grandmas with gigantic afros.

"I can't believe tele is in colour now!" you whispered into Bucky's ear, though Steve could hear—serum running through his veins, much like you.

"Crazy, right?" His hands lightly massaged your tired shoulders.

That's when it happened.

The thing.

You weren't sure what to call it, actually, you didn't even know what it was. "FBI! GET ON THE GROUND!"

"Shit!" Sam yelled, pulling Steve under the counter with him. You stared, scared, confused, at Bucky, who only tugged you into his chest, then lifting the both of you from the couch. "I'm sorry to ask, Моя любовь..."

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You sat breathlessly beneath the tree's shade, panting relentlessly to increase oxygen flow. You couldn't see Bucky. So this is it, you thought, I've lost him again.

A mopey bag of bones, that's what you were as you walked on the trail, dented wing dragging on the dirt below. The sharp angle pierced the ending of the wing into your shoulder blade, but the pain was nothing compared to your emotional state.

"Y/N!" You heard a voice call, followed by a low whistle from above.

It should have been a relief, and it almost was, until you remembered that only yesterday had you been with a terrorist group. You ducked behind a bush.

"Y/N! It's Sam!" The voice called again.

Sam? Sam! Of course it was Sam! Bucky would surely send someone out to find you! You smiled quickly, accidentally snagged a finger on the rose bush that you were hidden behind.

"Sam!" you shouted, hands cupped around your lips.

It was a swift dive for Sam to get to you, meeting you on the dirt. "Come on—" he urged. —"we need to get somewhere safe. I'll explain there."

As Sam took off again, your wings miraculously took flight themselves, sharp wire bending into the skin coating your spine. "Fuck."

1978

January 14

Hanoi

"It's raining, Маленький."

You sat by the windowsill, still bored out of your mind. Sure, the accommodations were astonishing in the coupes up motel room, but you were busy thinking about all the things you could do.

"Let's get ready to sleep, Маленький."

You shook your head stubbornly, admiring to drops of water, matching pace, sliding down the glass window.

"Моя любовь." Bucky said more sternly.

"You don't let me do anything."

"Enough! Everything I do is to protect you! Why don't you understand that I need you! I need to keep you safe!"

You shuddered at the sheer volume of his voice, used to the calming nature of his tone.

"Моя любовь, I'm sorry. I just need you to understand that everything I do from now on is because of you. Everything I ask you to do is to make sure you survive."

You sat, back to Bucky while he explained himself, repeating "I'm sorry" over and over.

"You're selfish." you spat.

"Моя л—"

"I need you to survive too! I don't know what to do without you!" you cried, finally collapsing onto the springy shit mattress.

Bucky was listening. Bucky was understanding. Now he knew.

He knew that you would always save him, like he would you. He knew that you would protect you the best you could. And he knew that you cared; a feeling he'd deeply missed.

"Okay, Маленький. I understand. Let's head to bed."

[siancore]

Sian, how are you ?? I hope you had a great Christmas. Sian, I was thinking 🤔 Sam left his hometown, he left not only his family, but also some ex-boyfriends and Bucky doesn't know how to deal with it.

Thank you! I’m so sorry for getting to this so late. I got to eat a lot of food and drink Cuban rum, so yeah; I had a nice time hehehe I hope you did, too. 

Now, I really like this premise. I like your thinking. Let’s flesh it out, but with Bucky figuring out how to deal with this new knowledge:

 He’d been there for a week, even though Carter said the mission was time sensitive, but Barnes didn’t want to rush the time he was spending with Sam back in Sam’s hometown. It was relaxing, being there with him. Seeing how at ease he looked; how he had settled back into a slow and restful existence. 

Barnes was well aware of everything Wilson could do on the battlefield. He had read his file. He had seen him in action. He had fought beside him a few times. He knew that Wilson was astute, skillful, and a little bit stubborn. He found that stubbornness to be part of his charm. 

But here, under the soft glow of the overhead light in his sister’s house, nursing a glass of wine, and laughing easily, Wilson looked so peaceful he was damn near ethereal. 

He was becoming a problem for Barnes. 

Not a problem in the general sense of the word, but because with each passing moment, Bucky could feel himself falling harder for the other man. 

Feeling attraction to Sam Wilson was not something that was difficult. He was obviously gorgeous. Bucky thought so the first time he had really seen him up close. His face was stern and focused. High cheekbones and pretty, brown eyes. But when he smiled? Yeah, Barnes’ knees might have gone weak and his heart might’ve beat a little faster, but that was no one’s business but his own.

Feeling affection for Sam Wilson was the easiest thing in the world. You just couldn’t help it. He was forthcoming about who he was and what he believed in. He was good and smart and honorable. He was a bit of an asshole and entirely too reckless for his own good. Yes. Feeling things for him was easy. Barnes had feelings for Wilson.

Yet, he knew it was probably one-sided; was probably never going to come to anything. 

Probably.

Probably, because sometimes he would catch Sam stealing glances at him, followed by smiles so soft that they settled deep inside of Bucky’s chest. Locked away for him to replay again and again in his mind’s eye, in a private moment of pining. 

Probably, because when Barnes was lost in thought, wearing a faraway look, Sam would come to him with a look of concern etched across his handsome face. He would place a sure hand to Bucky’s shoulder, squeezing gently, and asking him if he was okay. 

Probably, because he would tease Bucky relentlessly. Tease and flirt with. He would smile and get close and bat his ridiculously long lashes at Barnes, causing the other man’s mouth to go dry and his palm to grow clammy. 

Probably, because when they sat together in the warm afternoon sun, and the sunlight hit Sam’s face, causing him to glow and Bucky to stare, sometimes, Sam stared back. Sometimes, Sam’s eyes fell on Bucky’s lips the way Bucky’s gaze always found his. 

Probably, because Barnes swore that when he was looking at Sam with such adoration, he was certain Wilson was mirroring the gesture. 

Probably, not, his traitorous brain whispered. Because Sam probably wasn’t into guys like Bucky was.

He let out sigh.

“Bucky? You okay?” asked Sam, before taking another sip of his wine. 

“Yeah, sorry. Just zoned out for a minute. What were you sayin’?”

“Sam-Sam was just talking about the worst thing about comin’ home,” said Sarah, with a wide smile that matched her brothers.

It was contagious. Bucky smiled, too, as he glanced at Sam and asked, “What was the worst thing, Sam? Seems like it’s pretty swell around these parts.”

“It is, and I love it, but it’s just that, as soon as I got back to town, all of the exes came out of the woodworks,” said Sam, somewhat coyly, as he sipped from his glass and glanced up at Bucky to gauge his reaction.

“Exes?” asked Bucky, not one hundred percent sure he knew what that term meant, even though he had an inkling.

“Yeah, people he used to go with,” Sarah explained. “They were here sniffin’ around for my big brother as soon as he hit town.”

She laughed and Sam’s face grew warm.

“Ladies man, eh?” said Bucky while sipping his beer and eyeing Sam.

“Not exactly,” said Sam, eyeing Barnes back. “Ex-boyfriends.”

“Oh,” said Bucky, raising his eyebrows and biting down on his lip to hold back a smile. “Awkward. I had a few o’ those in my time. But I can safely say all o’ my ex-boyfriends are long-gone on account of me bein’ put in and pulled out of an ice box for the better part of last century.”

A beat of silence pervaded as Sam and Bucky stared at one another. Neither wanting to look away. Sarah looked at each of them until they all burst out laughing.

“Damn, Barnes,” said Sam with a bright beam, as he leaned his elbow on the table and rested his chin in his hand. “You have a morbid ass sense of humor, you know that? That’s one of the things I like about you.”

Bucky put on his most charming grin, leaned back in his chair and said, “Well, I like everything about you, Wilson.”

Sarah cleared her throat, stood up and said, “Well, I’m just gonna leave the two of you alone. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” said Bucky amicably.

“Night, Sar-Bear,” said Sam, keeping his eyes on Barnes before adding, “So?”

“So, these ex-boyfriends,” Bucky started, as he leaned forward. “You not interested in ‘em anymore?”

“Nope,” said Sam, making the p really pop for emphasis.

God, he’s adorable, thought Barnes.

“Good, ‘cause I was thinkin’ that maybe I could take you out on the town,” said Bucky, as he instinctively licked his bottom lip. “Show you a good time. Does that interest you?”

Sam dipped his head, smiled, and then looked up at Bucky through his lashes, before saying, “Yeah, I’m very, very interested.”

A wide grin spread across Bucky’s handsome features as he let out an almost relieved little laugh.

“What you think all of these ex-boyfriends are gonna say when they see you out with me?” he teased, even though he wanted them to see Sam with him; even though he wanted everyone to know Sam was with him.

“Honestly,” Sam said, as he reached across the table and took hold of Bucky’s hand. “I don’t care what they say.”

[anika-ann]

For a Smile

Type: One-shot, Reader Insert               Word count: 5400

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, OC x reader (brief)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Reader, OFC, OC

Summary: You see him run past every morning. So you smile, because he looks like a nice person. How could he not be when he smiles back and the world stops for a while to pay respect to such beauty?

And sometimes… sometimes this incredibly handsome man smiles first.

Warnings: mentions and hints of (psychically) abusive relaionship, suggestive themes, swearing, all the fluff in the world

A/N: I used to pass this guy near a café playing music every morning when I went to school and at some point, our eyes kinda met and we smiled at each other; then we did that every day. I kid you not, he’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. It’s not a Hollywood-star smile, no – it’s a guy-next-door smile, heart-warming, with his eyes simply shining. He’s like a kid on Christmas Day… I could ramble on. Anyway, just so you knew what brought this on.

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A smile costs less than electricity, and gives more light. (Scottish proverb)

Warm honey, sandstone and apricot orange melting into indigo, cerulean blue and stone-grey sky. Merigold playing with salmon and rose pink, teasing each other and making space to the warmer shades of orange.

You watched the beautiful colours of sunrise as you shifted your legs for a bit, causing the simple plank hanging on two tattered ropes sway, a smile tugging on your lips.

It was a little childish really, or it may appear so to anyone who would be passing by; but given what an early riser you were, just so you could watch this breath-taking game of colours, the little miracle of nature, no person could question you as you were dangling your feet off the old swing.

On your way to work, if the time allowed it, you would always make a stop on your favourite spot; a no-name park in upstate New York you were walking through every day, rather calm and drunks-free at the early hour.

Once upon a time, someone had placed a simple swing on one of the trees farther from the path. You sent a silent thank you every time you parked your behind there. You weren’t a monster; if a kid wanted to sit here, you would have gladly (...reluctantly) made space for them, but they seemed to always be more mesmerized by the playground with the actual swings, the chutes, the monkey bars and the sandpit. You couldn’t say you complained though, having the old-fashioned swing for yourself.

It was childish, perhaps; though your mother had once chosen that you should be going into accounting and so you had. Numbers and bills were things even adults hated, but that was what being old enough meant. You didn’t mind it too often, plunging into them for living, but… you needed to compensate, so you felt entitled.

Plus, the motion of the swing was soothing, as if magically transporting you back to your childhood indeed, with less worries, more ease and pure mind.

Yeah, sitting on the swing was your favouri-

Rapid staccato of feet hitting the ground in the distance, no doubt scaring off the birds chiming their morning songs, reached your ears and you had to admit you wouldn’t be completely honest with yourself if you said this was the favourite moment of your day only because of the aforementioned reasons.

There was one more.

It had strong long sweatpants-clad legs, broad shoulders in a sports t-shirt with seams crying for help, blond hair and-

Your heart melted along with your brain as your lips curled up in a genuine smile you sent in return.

-and the most beautiful smile in the whole universe.

You never spoke. Didn’t say hello. You never even nodded in mutual acknowledgement.

You just… smiled at each other.

And that was your favourite moment of the day crafted to perfection. A breath-taking sunrise, almost eclipsed by a mesmerizing display of the row of perfect white teeth framed by plush coral red lips and the twinkle in beautiful inviting eyes of a stranger.

You knew his name despite never exchanging a single word. Everyone knew his name. But Captain Rogers – Steven Grant Rogers – was a name that held no meaning. He didn’t know yours and probably never would; so strangers was who you were. A couple of strangers exchanging a smile every morning and lightening up (hopefully) each other’s day.

It always felt nice when you glanced at someone on the street, then just… somehow smiled and they smiled back, didn’t it? So what if you were an adult woman dealing with numbers for Stark Industries sitting on a swing and he was a deservedly treasured national icon?

It made no difference.

Just two people sharing a tiny piece of their day for a smile.

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“You’re insane,” your colleague stated dryly as she walked into the office at seven thirty, already finding you with an empty coffee cup, your fingers flying over the keyboard.

“Huh?” you raised your eyes from the screen on autopilot, not really paying attention.

You still noticed Harry rolling her eyes; it was just that distinctive.

“I said that you’re insane, you crazy-ass lark. My brain isn’t even awake yet. To be fair, I’m ninety percent sure I met Captain Handsome in the hall along with our boss, so it’s hard to tell if I’m dreaming or not, having a vision like that.”

“Captain Handsome?” you frowned, your mind racing, desperately trying to remember who was Harriet’s newest crush. ‘Captain Handsome’ could be literally anyone.

“Our resident Star-Spangled Man, you dummy. You’re low on caffeine. Or sleep. That’s what you get, getting up in such an ungodly hour…” she hummed, crossing her arms on her chest as she looked at you sceptically, a drop of disappointment in her eyes.

Oh. Oh! That made sense; if the man was with Tony Stark, the range of options narrowed significantly, especially since your friend had called him a captain. Except it didn’t make any sense at all.

“What was he doing here? I mean… since when is he wandering in our department? It’s all across the compound here from the training area.”

“Well, look who’s actually awake and bright-minded…” It was your turn to roll your eyes at your friend. “My point exactly. No clue, but lemme tell you – seeing that ass? Definitely made my day,” she threw over her shoulder as she stalked to the coffee machine and you couldn’t but chuckle at her bluntness.

Your stranger had an amazing smile, that was true. But your gaze did slide elsewhere on occasion too; which was why you would never try to disprove Harry’s claim.

“We might have the Ironman for a boss, but, girl… I’d like to know what Rogers’ ass is made of then,” she added and you burst into another fit of giggles, your face feeling hot all of sudden when your mind unhelpfully supplied with ‘vibranium’.

What would it feel like?

Yeah, you definitely needed to go back to your numbers before your impure thoughts got the best of you.

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The first time you two met outside the park, you were in a bar.

You hadn’t seen him for almost a month, assuming he went on a long-drawn mission; one that had ended well, clearly, since he was out drinking. Just eyeing his companions and instantly noting his body language, you could tell he was suffering. Like, not literally suffering, but it was very much obvious he was not feeling comfortable.

His eyes were drifting all over the place, as Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes laughed loudly, patting his shoulders while a hint or red dusted his cheeks, and then they fell on you.

His face was screaming ‘save me!’; yet, his smile was still as warm and kind as ever, an impossible spark within his irises, visible even from the distance. That twinkle was always the biggest mystery to you, because logically, no person could have eyes so bright, but here he was, proving your claim wrong.

Your lips spread in a smile automatically and encouraged by your second drink, you considered adding a small silly wave.

Before you could execute the decision, the result of your two last braincells arguing whether it would be more silly or sweet, an arm sneaked around your shoulders and your smile widened on instinct at the sensation. You turned your head to Cade and met his lips halfway to yours.

You had been dating for almost a month now and this inconspicuous guy from logistic of a giant company that was surprisingly not Stark Industries was a dream coming true. He was showering you with so much attention you weren’t sure he was real. Late-night conversations via phonecalls or texts, good morning, good night, kisses that lasted long enough for you to forget that you in fact needed oxygen, touches that set you on fire. He was easy to fall in love with.

“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout that got you smilin’ so wide, babe?” he whispered to your ear, grazing your earlobe with his teeth.

Gosh, you wanted him. The first sex hadn’t been so great, Cade chasing his own release, but hey, first times were always hard in a new relationship. The more were you excited about your second time and you were confident the second time would happen tonight.

“Nah, just smiling at strangers. You know that feeling, so nice, when you just toss a smile and they smile back?” your eyes found his, only to see him frown.

“I like it better when you smile for me, babe. What did some stranger do for you to deserve that?” he hummed discontentedly, pouting adorably as his hand slid lower to squeeze your hip possessively. It sent a spark through your body, a lightning striking right into your core.

“Just teasing you, Cade. I was thinking about how I lucked out,” you batted your eyelashes and a slow delicious smirk played with the corner of his mouth all of sudden, intensifying the heat inside of you.

“Wanna get out of here, pretty thing? Lemme show you how lucky you are?” he whispered, the pad of his thumb grazing your lower lip, pulling it down a fraction. “Or maybe… show me how much you think you lucked out, huh? How much you appreciate being mine?”

God, yes.

Judging by the glint in his eyes and the hungry kiss that lasted too short – but too long for such a public place – he didn’t need a verbal confirmation. He swung by the bar to pay for your drink and practically dragged you out of the rather crowded space. Your head was spinning a bit and you couldn’t tell whether it was excitement or alcohol. Either way, you really, really liked it.

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“You know that Cade was a dick right?” Harry noted nonchalantly while she handed you a cup of coffee and assessed (correctly) that you were sulking again, thinking back to that one particular night when you had noticed the first sign – or you would have if you hadn’t been such a goddamn idiotic goose of a woman, drunk on top of that.

You sighed and sipped your punishingly bitter dose of caffeine.

You were positively brooding and you didn’t care if it affected anyone else. The world apparently hated you and you couldn’t quite blame it.

Not even your precious strangers-exchanging-smile moments felt the same anymore. First, your stranger had started smiling less brightly after your encounter at the bar and then, even if it had changed, you wouldn’t be able to tell, because you were too wrapped in your own misery. Even the curve of his lips looked sad, which was a stupid thing to say, because he had no way of knowing about either Cade turning out to be an abuser-in-making or about you breaking things off with him and cracking your fragile heart in the process, while yelling at yourself mentally every morning and still longing for Cade’s arms around you since it always felt oh, oh so good to be held…

You recognized the signs early, but not soon enough. You let it escalate into him trying to control when you went out and with whom, him lashing out when you wouldn’t respond to his text in longer than five-minutes time, letting him yell at you when you missed his call… he loved you, after all, he just missed you and was afraid you were with someone else, and oh babe, come here, you can make it up to me…

Your sister had gone through something similar, for god’s sake. You should have noticed sooner. You should have known better. But no, you had allowed your body, your twat to be precise, to rule your brain and that had been stupid.

Cade had tried to get in touch several times after your break-up, even waiting in front of your apartment until you would go out once; you might have threatened him with a restraining order after that particular day and he had stopped quickly after that, only two of three attempts with a new e-mail address and number to get pass you blocking his previous ones.

Still. It made you miserable. And perhaps a bit self-hateful.

You deserved every bitter drop of Harry’s horrible coffee and more.

“I was being blind and stupid,” you opposed and returned to your figures, deciding your exchange was over. Figures were clear enough; they were easy to read and didn’t make your brain drunk on endorphins and other very specific hormones allowing you to act like a teenage girl, excited at her first boyfriend groping her. “Thanks for the coffee.”

A huff sounded above your head and suddenly your swivel chair was being yanked back and turned around, a pair of strict chocolate eyes boring into your soul with startling clarity. Harry’s fingers were wrapped around the armrests as she was leaning into your space.

You backed into your chair instinctively. She looked menacing.

“He was a charming bastard from what I heard and his type always knows how to manipulate people, letting them see what he wants them to see. It’s not your fault. You’re one badass of a woman, smart as hell for noticing before it escalated. You’re my hero. Mine and every other person’s who has ever been in or even heard of an abusive relationship. You can do better than him. It’s a funny coincidence they spelled his name wrong anyway.”

You blinked away your sudden tears, immensely grateful for her words that somehow wormed their way inside your very core (you blamed the intense stare that reminded of your mother’s when she was giving you the kind of talk that was too serious for you to handle) and yet you tilted your head in confusion, not understanding the meaning of her last statement.

“Huh? His… his name?” you stuttered, baffled.

Harry positioned your chair back to its place with a grin and went back to her own business.

“Clearly, they added an ‘E’ at the end. What a stupid typo…” she threw over her shoulder cheekily and when you caught up, understanding her point, you released the first honest laughter in what felt like a year.

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Your life had been set off to better course after that short conversation. You felt like you were healing every day, finding yourself lighter. Happier. Freer of the baggage Cade had tried to left you with. The sensation was indescribable and it radiated from you; some days more noticeably than others.

You found yourself indulging the blond stranger’s smiles once more, finally seeing the spark in his eyes again, the genuine curve of his lips warming your heart and starting off your day in the best way imaginable.

Naturally, life had a reliable means of showing you it could suck.

Right when you thought that you were fine, it delivered another blow; your favourite place in the world… ceased to exist.

Someone put the swing in the park down.

They just… erased it from existence.

Maybe they considered it dangerous. Maybe they were being dicks. Maybe they thought it was old and ugly. It didn’t quite matter.

You could weep, mourning your intimate inanimate friend.

You didn’t cry. But it was a damn close call as you shuffled towards the playground and eyed it sceptically. You knew it wouldn’t be the same and not just because the swings were in a plain sight, but they also looked too fancy, to actually child-like and— they weren’t your swing. Your sanctuary. Your private space. Your secret place you never told anyone about, not Cade or your previous boyfriends, not your family, not Harry or other friends, not to anyone.

You watched the sun rise on the horizon, ridiculously heavy feeling in your chest, ignorant to the rest of the world.

God, you hated Mondays. You already knew this week was about to be a disaster.

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“There’s a swing outside in the green area.”

“Huh?” you hummed distractedly, too deep into figures to register more than the sound of your friend’s voice. What was her name again? What was yours? What day was today? What was the time? Had you already had lunch? Had the lunch-time already passed…?

A chuckle followed by a to-be offended tone responded to your intelligent way of communicating.

“I’m starting to think ‘Huh’ is my name with how often you call me that,” Harry (aha!) remarked with a hint of sass, but repeated herself, because she knew she shouldn’t take it personal that you didn’t quite payed her any attention. You were a person who would get sucked into their own world, too focused on one task to acknowledge anything else. “A swing. In our compound park. It’s kinda cute, hidden from a plain sight though, a simple wooden thing.”

You slowly raised your eyes to hers, your pupils widening with surprise. Your pulse was roaring in your ears, your heartbeat no doubt shaking your whole frame.

Harry was telling you that there was… a swing. In the compound area. Hidden from everyone’s prying eyes, at least partly.

Why?

How?

You could only come up with one ridiculous theory which involved you, but that idea alone was laughable. Why would anyone do that for you? More importantly, how did anyone know-

“You think it’s an invitation for children? Like, is ‘bring your kids to work’ day happening any time soon? ‘cause, not to be rude and greedy, but one swing doesn’t seem like— hey!” Harry called after you, but you could barely hear her as you jumped to your feet, your heels be damned, and strode through the halls with zero regards to anyone in your way.

Not that there was a soul; people actually worked around here, too busy to wander the halls.

The thing was, that one theory about the swing didn’t just involve you. It involved one more person, but that person was a stranger to you and had no reason to even… acknowledge you. Besides the obvious part of your day that no longer existed – not in the way it used to. But the thought was simply laughable.

A different part of your brain raised a figurative sceptical eyebrow, argumenting that you had no better explanation for the phenomenon.

Because… you loved Harry. She knew about your traditional early morning watching the sunrise, but not about the swing. The swing was always a secret, no one knew, except… except one particular guy who always passed you on his morning run and exchanged a smile with you and just happened to work at the very same compound you did and technically had the power to pull the strings to make this happen.

With your heart hammering in your chest, you gasped for fresh air when you finally made it out of the building, your eyes searching for a calm spot, a tree in whose shades you could possibly find a prove of Harry not pulling your leg.

Your heart positively stopped when your eyes fell on the simple plank hanging on two ropes, indeed offering a safe space for anyone who decided to sit there in search for serenity.

You felt tears stinging in your eyes, your feet moving of their own will despite semi-high heels digging into the ground an inch with each step, bringing you closer to that little, yet breath-taking miracle. A chuckle escaped your lips when your trembling fingers brushed the grey ropes, more of your senses acknowledging that this was in fact happening.

Your hand followed the line of the rope, sliding to the plank, only to notice a rough sensation on your fingertips in the corner. A carving, you realized.

Tears of surprise actually welled up when you recognized they were initials. Your initials.

How-- how was that possible?

‘Sit down, you dummy!’ your consciousness cried out exasperatedly. ‘It’s clearly for you!’

“But why?” you asked it under your breath incredulously, thousands of questions ruminating, no answers on the horizon.

Regardless, you reluctantly lowered yourself, shocked when your feet dangled above the ground in precisely the same way they used to-- they used to in the park. It was even installed in the same height.

Reverently, you gave the swing a test-drive, just tiny motions of your feet to try it out.

It was perfect.

Your gaze fell on a sign on the tree trunk, small, subtle and harmonizing with the place without a fault.

Sanctuary of the kind ones. Do not disturb, it read.

You giggled breathlessly, lightheaded and with no care in the world.

That naturally changed when you spotted your very much expectant colleague in the distance, her arms crossed on her chest, figuratively tapping her foot and screaming questions without saying a single word.

The thing is, you thought, I have no idea how to answer.

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Perhaps it was naïve, a child-like trust and excitement, but the next day, you went to your new spot expecting to enjoy the sunrise there and not to be disturbed indeed.

You weren’t.

What you couldn’t quite prepare yourself for was the single daisy lying on the wood, starling you to no end. Hesitating all of sudden, you searched your surroundings, wondering if you interrupted someone else’s plan. Perhaps someone had the same initials as you and whoever made this happen had a different person in mind, doing it for them and the swing was just a funny coincidence.

But then in the middle of your mussing – on the swing, because, screw it, you might as well enjoy this since no one had kicked you out yet – a familiar figure ran past, gracing you with a beautiful smile, once again without a word and with a shy gaze falling to the ground after you met their eyes. With that, it… actually started to settle.

He had done this for you. For some incredible inexplicable reason… your smiling ‘stranger’ offered you a kindness of unseen measures.

And as if it wasn’t enough, you would find a different flower on the wood every day for the whole week. They weren’t even fancy flowers, which made it absolutely magical. Daisy. Tulip. Lilly. No red roses, only cute blossoms, matching the simplicity of the swing.

Harry was nearing the verge of insanity due to your goofy smiles and flowers in your hands; but you remained tight-lipped like an international spy during an interrogation, too afraid that if you said it out loud, sharing that ridiculous impression you were getting these days with anyone, your bubble would burst.

And surely enough, as if you jinxed it mentally, the next Wednesday, no flower waited for you.

It was ridiculous how your mood died instantly. It could have had hundreds of explanations including the one that he went for a mission, because he was Captain Freaking America, in case your stupid heart forgot, but nope, you would still feel the corners of your lips turn down.

You watched the shades of orange bleeding into blue and grey, lost in thought and with unsettling longing in your heart.

You suspected his steps sounded purposely loud when they came from behind you, where you wouldn’t expect them. You didn’t need to see the familiar Nikes on his feet to know it was him; you doubted anyone else would approach you, let alone at such early hour.

Yet you would lie saying your heart didn’t skip a beat when he stopped in his slow tracks by your side, steady feet next to your dangling ones, and you had his identity confirmed.

Your throat went dry and stiff, your voice dying before it could form.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he whispered reverently, not disturbing the peace of the indeed lovely scenery in front of you.

You didn’t dare to look away from the sunrise as your voice came out unfairly scratchy, a stark contrast to his deep and smooth one that felt like a caress on your skin.

“It is.”

Silence fell on your pair again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The birds sung their morning songs, waking up the world and you didn’t think words were needed. Except you owed him something, and you wanted to say it.

Reluctantly tearing your gaze away from the painting by the most amazing artist, the nature itself, you casted a glance at him.

You didn’t realize you had never seen him still; duh, you did know that, but what didn’t quite click in your brain was that you would be able to see him in all his glory, soft smile and an absent gaze framed by long eyelashes, shadows casted all over his face and body, playing games which gave him a surprisingly ethereal aura for a man of his built.  

Your stomach tied itself into a knot at the sight and the ‘thank you’ got once again stuck in your throat when his eyes turned to you as well, you breath stolen from your lungs, your lips parting uselessly and curling into a smile on instinct when his did.

Despite seeing the too startling sparkle up close, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the deep blue with a hint of green of his irises. It was just too captivating, locking you in a sweet cage you didn’t feel trapped in, but free and suddenly able to breathe in again.

“Thank you,” slipped from your lips unwittingly, shocking to your own ears.

The very same hint of scarlet you remembered from the infamous bar encounter dusted his cheeks, his smile softening as he turned a bashful gaze away, now fixated on the ground.

“Just wanted to see you smile again. Best part of my day,” he admitted, peeking at you from the insanely long and thick eyelashes and you could melt on spot, dizzying vertigo overcoming you at the sweet words. Good thing you were sitting.

You had no idea how to respond, your heartbeat thumping in your temples, your face feeling too hot and chest pleasantly warm at such admission. Your teeth went to chew on your lip and you abruptly stopped yourself. Bad, bad habit.

“Was… was that the only thing? Because the swing would be more than enough, let alone with my initials, and the flowers-“

“Maybe-“ he softly interrupted your lame attempt at flirting which had turned into a babble, but with same nerves coursing his voice unless your senses were playing tricks on you. A shiver ran down your spine at the realization that he might be as nervous as you were-- the strangest thing in the world, wouldn’t it be? “Maybe I could tell you… over a coffee?”

A daffodil entered your field of vision, happy, bright and yet somehow shy in his big hand and you didn’t think twice before accepting it, your fingers brushing his skin in the process only half-accidentally. Passing you the flower, he offered you a hand so he could assist you in standing up.

Ah, as if he knew your knees felt wobbly and uncooperating with the overwhelming turn of events.

You didn’t hesitate to accept that either. You had a hunch that the manners of a forties’ man would be offended if you didn’t anyway.

“Thank you. Again.”

The twinkle in his eyes shone brighter at your words, his smile widening.

“My pleasure.”

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“If I trip over something, I’ll bully you into carrying me everywhere for the next month,” you threatened in a joking manner as your boyfriend of one year led you through his apartment with his huge palm sprawled over your eyes, while his other gently rested on your lower back, making sure you maintained some balance.

“I wouldn’t complain about that. Are you serious? Because I just might let you trip then…” he teased back and you could hear the grin in his voice, mesmerized by the happy note in it. You would roll your eyes at him fondly, but he wouldn’t see it, so there was no point.

“Don’t you dare…”

“Okay, let’s stop now,” he whispered in your ear, his hand shifting to your hip to squeeze lightly, causing you to shiver. You and Steve had taken your time when it came to physical aspect of your relationship (past certain bases anyway), so a touch like that still sent a delicious electrifying feeling through your whole body.

As if you weren’t excited enough ever since the moment he had told you he had had a surprise for you.

Chewing on your lower lip, you followed his gentle instruction and stopped in your tracks.

“Should I be afraid?” you asked for the fourth time in the past five minutes.

“Terrified,” he confirmed in a joking manner. “You ready?”

Not waiting for your answer, he uncovered your eyes and with a deep inhale, you snapped them open.

Only for your breath to hitch at the sight in front of you.

“Oh my god... it’s beautiful!” you exclaimed, a surprised chuckle escaping past your lips.

In the corner of the living room, soft marigold pillows laid in a circular hammock chair coloured in the indigo of an early sunrise, practically begging for you to jump in and nestle there with a book and relax.

Instantly reminded of how you met Steve in the first place, you couldn’t but spun on your heels and threw your arms around him, strong arms eagerly welcoming you as his chest shook with hushed chuckle.

“Glad you like it,” he murmured, hiding his face in your hair, raising you from the floor effortlessly. “Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! Happy anniversary, Steve. This truly is amazing. I love it!”

“But not more than me?”

It was your turn to chuckle as you retreated, placing a kiss on his nose and earning a pout that simply had to be kissed away.

“No, Steve, not even this amazing hammock compares to you. I’ll show you exactly how much I love you in a sec, I just have to test it out,” you promised.

He released you with no protest and watched with a fond smile as you climbed in with a child-like excitement, the corners of his eyes twinkling. He slowly made his way to you as the hammock swung gently with your weight and you sent him a delighted grin as he sat on his heels in front of you, his hands landing on the edges so he had the control over the movements.

“What’s the verdict?” he pried softly and you opened your mouth to respond with enough enthusiasm to power the state of New York for a year; but he continued. ”Is it comfy enough for you to… make you consider- that maybe-- you could… stay here more often?”

Your breath hitched, your throat swelling when you got a pretty good idea of what he was asking from his serious gaze. Yet, you needed to make sure, butterflies in your stomach flipping their wings wildly as you leaned forward, invisible magnets pulling you towards him.

“And by ‘more often’ you mean-“

“All the time,” he whispered, his eyes roaming your face nervously, trying to spy a reaction, read the answer in your expression alone.

You chuckled incredulously, ecstatic at such proposition, and placed your palms to both sides of Steve’s face, grateful for his grip on the hammock and trusting him not to let you faceplant on him with how hazardous the kiss you gave him was.

Your eyelids fluttered close, but you felt his smile as his lips engaged in a tender dance with yours, one of his hands sneaking to the side of your neck to pull you closer, tilting your head as his tongue teased your lips to part.

How could you deny him anything even when you felt like you were about to fall face-down any second? He would be under you when you landed anyway. What more could you wish for-

“I love you,” he breathed to your mouth as he broke the kiss for one damned second that felt like eternity; one second in which you forgot to suck more air in even when given the opportunity. Who needed oxygen anyway? You could breathe Steve in and live blissfully, it was what you were trying to do for the past minute and it was glorious- “That’s a yes, right?”

A chuckle escaped you as you dodged another kiss, his lips landing in your hair instead, the hammock swaying hazardously. Mm, seemed like your supersoldier was too distracted to watch your balance.

“Yes. The hammock totally convinced me,” you teased him lightly, an idea striking you when you said those words. Climbing down as he was still sitting in front of you on his heels, you lowered yourself on him, nestling in his lap and leaning to his ear and sharing your not necessarily filthy thought in a breathless whisper. “But I think I still like sitting right here much better.”

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P.S. - Keep smiling; at the people you love whenever you can, at strangers and at the person you see in the mirror :))

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Broken, Mended Chapter 2

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic)

Summary: After breaking off an engagement, Y/N may have possibly hit rock bottom. But she doesn’t have time to think about it because she gets deployed to Iraq. Leaving their daughter with her friend, Sam Wilson, she’s gone for a year. She doesn’t like talking about her ex-fiance and is unsure if she’ll ever be able to love again. What happens a certain Captain is his literal doppelganger?

Words: 1650+

Warnings: Lies, mentions of death

A/N:  This is for @ussgallifreyfics​​ 550 follower writing challenge!  Takes place during Civil War.

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A couple of weeks pass and Y/N is loving her time with Rosemary (and Sam too, of course). As the sun rises, Y/N rolls over and looks at the clock on the side table. 6:00 am. She wants to go back to sleep and the small body next to her breathing steadily makes it so inviting but she simply can’t. Once she’s awake, she’s awake. She gets out of bed and wanders around the small house, putting together that Sam was probably out on a morning run. She sleepily stalks out to the kitchen where she finds a note on the counter.

In New York. Will text later.

Well, that’s...weird. She puts the note aside and begins making breakfast. By the time it’s done, Rosemary is walking in.

“Smells good mommy.” she looks around, “Where’s Uncle Sam?”

She sets a plate with two pancakes on it in front of her daughter, “I’m not sure honey. Maybe he got called into work.” She definitely knew that wasn’t true, but was unsure of how to answer since she herself didn’t understand the note.

With Sam in New York, or wherever he was, Y/N and Ro had a nice day together. It was nice to relax and not have to worry about anything. It was days like this that Y/N was looking forward to while overseas.

Just getting home from dinner, her phone rings. A restricted number. Rosemary runs to the living room, while she hesitantly answers. “Hello?”

“Is this Y/N L/N?”

“Yes...”

“Johnny.” Her Commanding Officer. She lets out a breath of relief and smiles.

“Oh! I was worried when you came up as a restricted number. Do you need something?”

He chuckles. “I do actually. There’s a UN meeting in Vienna tomorrow. Would you be able to do some security detail?”

A confused look appears on her face. “Don’t the governments attending have people for that? And it’s way above my paygrade anyhow, isn’t it?”

“They do, but I was contacted this morning for recommendations from the Falcon missions. You were the first to come to mind. They want someone up above looking over everything. You would be compensated appropriately.”

“I appreciate the thought, but as you know, I have a daughter. I’d have to find a babysitter or someone to look after her while I’m gone. And I just got home. I don’t want to just up and leave her again.”

It’s silent for a moment while Johnny takes that in. “I understand. Unfortunately, this is an urgent matter, so take a little bit to think about it and get back to me. I need an answer in an hour.”

“Yes, sir.” And with that he hangs up.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N puts her phone back in her pocket and goes to find Rosemary. As expected, she’s laying on her stomach in front of the TV watching her favorite cartoon. Y/N sits on the couch and sighs, rubbing her forehead with her thumb and pointer finger. 

Her daughter’s voice takes her out of her moment. “Mama, are you okay?”

She gives her a small smile, “Yeah, flower. Just thinkin’.”

She crawls onto her lap and gets cozy, “What about?”

She couldn’t help but smile at her 4 year old’s curiosity. “My Commanding Officer, my boss, just called me.”

“Do you have to go away again?” She’s smart too.

“I don’t have to if you don’t want me to. I have a choice this time.”

“You should do it.”

The answer surprises her, “Are you sure, hun? I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone. Could be a few days, could be a month, or more.”

She nods matter-of-factly, “I can stay here with Sam. Ooh! Or with Hannah. She has a really big house, remember?”

Y/N cradles her daughter’s face, moving a strand of hair out of the way, “Sometimes I swear you’re 18. I will go if you’re okay with it.”

“I am, Mommy.”

Y/N nods, and sets Rosemary back on the ground, off her lap. She immediately takes her phone out again and texts Sam.

Y/N: Don’t know what the heck you’re doing in NEW YORK, but will you be able to watch Ro for a little bit? CO just called and I’m needed in Vienna for some UN meeting or something. Sam: Vienna? Cool! I can’t watch her though, sorry. Tony Stark wanted to talk to me. Y/N: Iron Man?! What the heck for? Sam: Not sure exactly. He seemed very interested in the Falcon suit. Y/N: How would he even know about that? You’re not making any sense. Sam: I don’t know. He is a tech genius. And has connections. Maybe he just found me. 🤷🏾‍♂️  Y/N: Looks like I’m not the only one with secrets, Mr. Cryptic.

Sending that message, she then calls Julie, Hannah’s mom who is more than happy to take Rosemary. After calling Johnny back, she packs a suitcase and helps Ro get packed and takes her to Hannah’s. Thanking Julie again, she kisses her daughter goodbye and heads to the airport.

Once again, Y/N falls asleep and wakes up on a plane. It’s getting old. Looking at the little screen on the back of the seat in front of her, she can see that they’re only mere minutes from landing. As she probably should have been able to tell by her ears and the change in air pressure. 

Landing in Vienna, she gets her luggage and heads to the hotel next to where the meeting is being held and by the looks of it, all the upper floors (maybe even the whole hotel) has been reserved for everyone that is attending. There’s a lot of people dressed in black with earpieces standing outside of certain rooms. 

Y/N finds her room and enters it, not even bothering to change and lays on top of the bed. She doesn’t even realize she’s almost asleep until a knock at her door startles her awake. She looks around, remembering that she’s in Vienna in a hotel. There’s another knock and she walks to the door to answer it. Outside is a hotel staff person with a big box on a luggage cart. On it is the Air Force insignia along with the word fragile on one side and handle with care on the other. The staffer looks at her, “Are you Miss Y/N L/N?”

“Yes.”

“Then this is for you.”

She smiles at him, taking the box, “Thank you.”

He leaves and she closes the door. Opening the box, she finds her assumption to be correct- inside it is the Falcon wings. Underneath them in the box however, are a couple extra things with a note. It reads, Just a little upgrade.  -J

She pulls the first thing out and it’s a new tactical suit to go with the wings. It’s not like anything she’s seen before. She wonders who Johnny or the Air Force consulted to make this. It’s lighter than anything she’s ever worn, yet looks like it has better protection coverage. It has a holster on each thigh and one on the waist. For this job Y/N isn’t really sure why she would need that much firepower, but it’s nice nonetheless. Beside it was another smaller box, she assumed held the pistols for the holsters.

Waking up and looking at the clock, Y/N realizes she got more of a nap rather than sleep. Some sleep is better than none though. She takes a quick shower, puts her hair up in a tight bun, and gets dressed in the new suit. It’s snug, yet surprisingly comfortable, breathable. She puts on the wing pack and secures the guns. Along with them in the little box was an earpiece, presumably for keeping in contact with one or a few people on the ground. She heads up the hotel stairwell to the roof. She opens the wings and flies to a building across the way so she could see everyone and everything going on.

She sits at her perch and watches as all the news trucks line the street. As camera crews and anchors get themselves set up in front of the building, she brings her hand up to her ear. “If anyone is on this channel, can you contact law enforcement? There’s one truck down on the street that only one person has exited. They didn’t have any camera equipment. White ADS truck.”

There’s a little bit of crackling then a response, “Yes ma’am. We’ve been watching it down here too.”

Only a couple minutes pass before a K9 unit and another policeman approach the vehicle. The dog stands alert, which is never good. She releases her wings again and gets ready. The officer not holding the dog opens the back door and Y/N can tell, even from her high vantage point, that he’s scared. As he backs up, he’s definitely telling people to clear out and get as far back as possible. At this, she immediately jumps off the building and dives towards the ground.

It’s only but another few seconds later that whatever was in the van goes off. It sets off what she assumes is a chain reaction of explosives that goes up the building right to where the UN meeting is being held. The severity of the blast throws her back into the building that she was just on top of and through a window. She grunts at the impact but quickly recovers, flying to the meeting room.

Everyone of course is in a panic. A redhead has seemed to have taken charge, getting everyone out of the room and exiting the building. From what she can see, there was only one casualty, more probably on the ground. She approaches the body and the one holding it, instantly recognizing it at King T’Chaka of Wakanda and his son T’Challa. 

She puts a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump slightly. “I’m sorry, Your Highness.”

He doesn’t say anything, only nods. As she begins to walk away she sees him take a ring off his father’s finger and hold it.

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

Best Friend’s Brother

Fandom: Marvel (College AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’ve been best friends with Rebecca Barnes ever since you were twelve. No you’re 22 and now you feel that after for so long, you might not be able to hold back your crush on Rebecca’s brother, Bucky.

A/N: Inspired by Victoria Justice’s song Best Friend’s Brother

“Y/N! Finally!” Rebecca pulled you into a tight embrace as soon as she opened the door. Summer break was upon you and that meant spending it entirely with the Barnes Family, which you didn’t mind one bit. 

You and Rebecca Barnes have been best friends since you were twelve. Ever since then, you were the thickest thieves and George and Winifred Barnes considered you as another daughter to them. 

Over the years as you grew in your friendship with Becca, your feelings for a certain someone, her brother, Bucky, grew as well. 

You didn’t always have a crush on him. You always saw him as that overprotective older brother. It wasn’t until you got into high school, when he was a junior and you were a freshman, that you realized something. Your best friend’s brother was freaking cute!

But God, you would never be able to tell that to Becca. She’s probably disown you as her best friend! You’d be dropped like the meat jello that the cafeteria serves on Wednesdays!

Ever since you got into high school, you tried to act cool around him. Especially when Becca would leave you two alone for a moment. 

Like now. 

The three of you were gathered at the kitchen table, your respective textbooks and notes out doing homework. Becca excused herself for a moment to look in her room for some notes that she noticed she was missing.

That’s when Bucky looked up at you, “Hey.”

You looked up surprisingly, “H-Hey me?”

He chuckled, “Yeah. You see anyone else I could be sayin’ hey to?”

You ducked your head down shyly, “No. I guess not.”

Bucky softly laughed and then cleared his throat, “So, uh, how’s your first year of high school going?”

You shrugged, “It’s going. How ‘bout you? Soon enough you’re gonna be a senior. Gonna be varsity captain of the football team and everything.”

It was Bucky’s turn to duck his head shyly, “I don’t know about that, Y/N.”

“Bucky, c’mon! Last year you were a sophomore and made varsity! You’re co-captain this year which means you’re definitely gonna be captain next year! Everyone knows how amazing you are. I’ve seen you during your practices. You’re great!”

“You watch me during practice?”

You froze and began to fumble over your words, “I-I, well, kinda? I mean, I’m not just watching you. I’m watching the entire team too! Just to see how they’re playing and all that.”

“Oh. Yeah. That-That makes sense.”

“What does?” Becca asked as she stepped back into the kitchen.

You felt your cheeks heat up, feeling like you were caught doing something bad, “Just this problem! Your brother was helping me with it.”

You quickly glance towards Bucky and he nodded, “Yeah. Quadratic formulas are hard, am I right?” he quickly goes back to his own homework, mentally kicking himself for acting for freaking weird around you. While you yourself were doing the same thing and mentally cursing yourself for being so awkward with Bucky.

_______________________________

You and Becca were hanging out in her room, talking and catching up with life. You two had gone to different colleges. You attended NYU while her and Bucky went to Fordham University. Sure, technically, you were thirty minutes away from each other, but with your school and work schedules, you never had much time to see each other. That’s why summers with the Barnes’ was always such a blessing. 

You two were currently talking about the difficult classes you took, when your ears perked at the sound of yelling and hollering downstairs. 

Becca rolled her eyes, “Looks like Buck and Steve are back from playing football with the guys. I’ll go tell ‘em to tone it down.”

You shook your head, stopping her, “It’s alright! I got it. I gotta refill my drink anyway.” you hopped off her bed and headed towards her door.

“If they give you a hard time, you have my permission to punch both of ‘em!” Becca hollers and receives a thumbs up from you. 

You anxiously make your way downstairs, your empty cup in hand. In order to get to the kitchen, you have to pass the living room, which was wear Bucky and Steve were. 

Steve’s back was to you and Bucky was facing you. You glanced his way, catching his eyes for a second and you look away. You don’t see how his entire face lights up, “Y/N!” he rushes up and heads towards you, “H-Hi! You-You look different than the last time I saw you. In a good way, I mean!” 

You chuckled, “Thanks, Buck.”

“It’s good to see you.”

“So...whatcha doin’?”

“I was gonna get myself a drink. You want one?”

“I’ll just come with you!” you walk into the kitchen, him following closely behind. He watches as you pour yourself from orange juice and he chugs down 2/3 of a water bottle. 

You snickered, “Thirsty much?”

He smirked and wiped the droplets of water from his mouth, “You could say that.”

His comment rubbed you the wrong way...or the right way because you felt your face heating up. You cleared your throat, “So...how’s the dating life?”

“Um...I don’t know. Haven’t really bothered dating anyone.”

“Oh? Yeah, um, school and work take up all my time. What about you? Any lucky guy or gal sweep you off your feet?”

“Not really. Well, there’s this guy that I’ve been liking for a long time now...but I doubt he’d ever give me a chance.”

Bucky placed a hand on your shoulder, “Sweetheart, he don’t deserve you if he doesn’t give you a chance.”

Meanwhile, while you and Bucky chat in the kitchen, Becca and Steve watch from around the corner, whispering to each other. 

“i swear for the love of all things holy and unholy, if they don’t get on with it-”

“Maybe they just need a little nudge?”

Becca turned to her brother’s best friend, “What’re you thinkin’, Rogers?”

____________________________

Wednesday night and the Barnes’ household was bumping. People had red ups and beer bottles in hand, people lounged about talking and laughing, and drinking. It was an awesome way to start off summer break. 

You nursed a cup of your own alcoholic beverage of choice, listening intently as one of Bucky’s friends and a former classmate of yours, Sam Wilson, told you a story about a prank he pulled on his bio professor.

“-Coulson was so confused! For months he was searching for that skeleton head and it was seriously above his head the entire time!”

You threw your head back as you laughed, “That’s too good, Sam.”

Becca came to towards you and Sam, waving around a bottle of tequila, “Who wants to play a gaaaaame?”

You both groaned, “What game. Bec?”

“Truth or dare,” she said proudly.

Bucky scoffed from the other side of the living room, “I didn’t know we were at a teenager party, Becca!”

She rolled her eyes, “Oh come on! Now that we’re all of drinking age, this game can be a lot more fun! Take a shot of tequila if you can’t tell the truth or do the dare! Simple as that! Now, who wants to play?” she looked at you epectantly

You sighed and slid off the couch and onto the floor, “Fiiiine.”

“Yay! Anyone else?”

“Why not?” Sam said and other people proceeded to follow suit. You looked up at Bucky, cocking a brow at him, silently asking if he was going to play. He took a swig from his beer bottle and playfully rolled his eyes as he walked over and sat beside you. 

He leaned in whispering, “No good is gonna come from this.”

You shrugged, “Just enjoy a little bit of mischief, Buckaroo!”

Five rounds later, everyone is completely smashed. Everyone was relentless on their questions and dares. The only one who seemed totally fine was Steve.

“That’s because Steve is a fucking saint!” Bucky cried out, tossing an empty red cup at him, making everyone laugh. 

Steve smirked, “Alright, Buck, your turn.”

“Aw fuck. I’m not looking for a painful hangover so I guess I’m doin’ this one,” he grunted, sitting up and awaiting his truth or dare. 

“Truth or dare.”

“Dare. Gimme your best shot, Stevie.”

“I dare you to kiss the most beautiful girl in this circle right now.”

Everyone waited with bated breath as Bucky’s eyes looked around the circle of people. He had to make one of two choice: kiss any girl besides you in the circle, or kiss you like he’s been wanting to since high school.

It’s when you spoke up that Bucky made his decision, “Buck, you could just take the shot and-” your words were silenced as Bucky’s hands cupped your face and he pressed his lips against yours. People in the circle and the room hollered, while others glared, wishing that they were in your place. 

Bucky pulled away, panting. Looking into your eyes, he breathed out, “Y/N, truth or dare.”

“Truth,” you breathed out, staring intensely into Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes.

“What are your feelings for me?”

You gulped. Should you tell him? Or should you lie? But could you really lie after that wonderful kiss?

“I...I love you, Bucky.”

“FINALLY!” you both jumped from the outburst. Steve and Becca stood up, giving each other a celebratory hug and high five. 

“I’m so lost,” you mumbled.

Bucky nodded, “Me too.”

“We planned this!” Becca exclaimed, “Steve and I planned this so you two could confess your feelings for each other! I mean, I kinda wish we did this way back in high school ‘cause it would’ve saved us a lot of time and less pining and whining from your oblivious asses.”

“But,” Steve stepped in, “Nonetheless, we’re very happy that now both of your feelings are out in the open and you guys can finally be together like you always wanted.”

“We did good, Stevie!” Becca high fived Steve again and fist pumped into the air, “Now...GAME IS OVER! IT’S 2AM SO GET OUTTA MY HOUSE!”

People began to scramble to their feet and heading towards the door as Becca ad Steve shooed them all out, yelling at people to find their drivers or call an uber or whatever. Meanwhile, you and Bucky continued to sit next to each other, fingers now intertwined, and looking into each other’s eyes. A fondness and softness in each other’s.

“So...you wanna go on a date tomorrow?”

“If my hangover from this game doesn’t last until then, then sure.”

Bucky chuckled, “Well...these were the consequences of enjoying a little mischief, sweetheart.”

You shrugged, “I don’t regret it though.”

“Neither do I.”

You both leaned in for another kiss, but was rudely interrupted by two pillows hitting both of you, “Clean now, kiss later, lovebirds!” Becca yelled as Steve handed you garbage bags. 

You chuckled, “To be continued?”

“My room?”

“I’ll see you there, Barnes,” you gave him a wink and then proceeded to pick up every empty cup and bottle you saw. 

Looks like you hadn’t much to worry about. You were now dating your best friend’s brother. 

[pennamepersona]

Live With You

-All tags can be found on the ao3 post: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15546492 -

I had a dream the other night

About how we only get one life

“Never liked trains much, myself, too slow and the noise, honestly, it’s all so repetitive and sounds way faster than it is, which, salt getting rubbed in the wound, and that’s not even good seasoning!” Wade says, lounging on the top of a couch that isn’t his, in an apartment that isn’t his, in a building that his own apartment isn’t in, in a borough he also doesn’t live in. “And honestly, I should know, I’ve studied cuisine. Mostly by eating a lot of food, but all those impressive civilizations didn’t have to collapse due to idiotic european invaders who didn’t even appreciate most of the spices they were so eager to find in the first place!”

His rambling is only met with brief silence, and then a soft but fierce exclamation of “fuck!” and the sound of wood snapping.

“You aren’t still doing models, are you?” Wade asks, falling off the back of the couch and just barely landing without pain, then walking over to the kitchen table where he’s met with the sad sight of a former assassin glaring down at splinters of wood, the fingers of both hands covered in paint, which actually looks pretty cool on the metal one, admittedly. Still, though.

“Ain’t it gonna be hell getting the paint out of all those cracks?” Wade makes to pick up Bucky’s metal hand, pausing briefly right before contact is made, a pause so small that no one not trained in killing, in the necessity of awareness of each movement, no one who hasn’t lived through battle and war, would notice. Bucky doesn’t flinch, so Wade grabs his hand, flipping it over and gazing at the intricacy of all its parts.

“Y’know, I understand very little about this whole cool metal arm thing, mostly because I don’t care about this shit and this isn’t the kind of science that Spidey-pie usually goes on about, but it seems like getting paint in it would be bad.” He flicks at some of the dried paint on Bucky’s palm.

Bucky’s hand twitches, very slightly, and it seems to be a simple response to touch, but Wade looks at his face all the same. Bucky’s just looking right back at him, his expression almost entirely resignation with the smallest dash of amusement.

“Should I get a loofa?” Wade asks. “Or! I could do the maid thing, everybody loves that. I should have a spare costume - ”

“Steve will clean it later.” Bucky says, his whole being softening at the thought. Wade coos.

“Aw, precious,” He boops Bucky’s nose. “I’ll leave that for some good ol’ fashioned bonding time between you two smitten popsicles, then.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, but he looks more amused than annoyed, which is part of the reason Wade hangs out here in the first place.

“For real, though, dude,” Wade says, glancing meaningfully at the pile of broken, mostly painted wood. “Models? Not your style, I’m thinkin’.”

“Steve says it might help with focus,” Bucky says. “Keep my hands busy like I want, without guns.”

“Oh!” Wade cries, which does make Bucky wince, so he lowers his pitch. “You wanna clean guns, don’t you? Take ‘em apart, slip ‘em right back together, all that stuff?”

Bucky pauses, then nods. Wade smacks himself on the forehead, then pulls out a smaller handgun from his side and tosses it down onto the table.

“Don’t know why that didn’t click sooner, honestly,” He says, sliding into one of the chairs and putting his feet on the table. “Go on, it’s been a bit since I cleaned that one. Only brought it ‘cuz Peter-man said low-to-no weapons around the trauma patient, so I had to dig out my littlest babies. You’ve got stuff, right?”

Bucky stares down at the gun, unmoving.

“I shouldn’t.” He says. Wade waits, to see if he’ll elaborate, which doesn’t happen within twenty seconds, so Wade goes on assuming that it won’t happen at all.

“Eh, you’re more comfortable with a weapon in your hand,” He says, waving his own hand as he speaks. “It’s what calmed you down for ages, why stop that now? Not like you’re any more or less likely to kill somebody if you’ve got a gun in hand or just the hand, ya feel? Could murder in cold blood just the same with the hard metal you’ve always got on ya.”

Bucky still doesn’t move, but he does glance at Wade.

“What if I do kill someone with it?” He asks, voice sounding what Wade would classify as both curious and nervous.

“Well, you’ve got the perfect test run right here,” Wade says, gesturing to himself. “Can’t die, pal, you’re not gettin’ a control group like this just anywhere.”

Bucky nods, then, and picks up Wade’s gun.

Nothing at all happens for a brief, charged moment.

Then, Bucky stands up, sets the gun back on the table, and goes to one of the end tables in the living room area, pulls out a drawer, and comes back, carrying cleaning supplies for the weapon.

Wade smiles as Bucky starts to take his gun apart and clean it, allowing for a stretch of silence he thought would be much longer, but then another impossibility happens.

Bucky looks over at him expectantly, and Wade knows that he’s waiting for Wade to start talking again. He still doesn’t look annoyed, hasn’t since the first week or so that Wade knew him, and it’s this moment of two clearly traumatized killing machines comfortably contrasting that lets a tiny knot in Wade’s chest unravel.

“I was wondering, too, if you knew anything about anniversaries,” Wade says, leaning back in his chair, half the legs off the ground. “I’m pretty sure one of mine with my arachnid amore is coming up, and you seem the romantic type. Got any pointers for me, wintogreen?”

“A ring,” Bucky says, a small smile on his face that Wade knows to his bones is mocking.

“Alright, I’ll give, why a ring?” Wade says, narrowing his eyes.

“You talk about him so much, figured you’d be dying to get on down to the courthouse and make your sap nice and legal.” Bucky’s still smiling, and yeah, Wade’s positive that it’s mocking, matches the shithead’s tone perfectly.

“Oh, so now we’re taking cheap shots?” Wade asks, leaning back even further. “Nice to know you’re not even trying, pal.”

“Always used to give my friends shit,” Bucky shrugs. “Why stop now?”

Wade falls backwards with a shout, cracking the back of the chair beneath him, and damn, it’s gonna leave a very small and quickly gone bruise, but even a lasting one would’ve been made up for by Bucky’s laugh.

And I had the week that came from hell

And yes I know that you could tell

Clint’s on what could, very generously, be called sick leave.

He’s not actually off the clock (never is, as an Avenger, which is mildly annoying but so’s most of Clint’s life), but they aren’t sending him on long, high-stakes missions at the moment. He didn’t do anything wrong, didn’t slip up, but he’s been...tired, lately. The higher ups (sometimes he thinks of them as his handlers, but he never really likes thinking that, so he tries not to) have noticed that tiredness, the way it doesn’t affect his physical reactions, but does make him less overall energized during training, during missions, even during what’s basically off time where it’s just him and Nat sparring, which he normally enjoys, but lately…

Well. The last time he got tired like this, he got emotional during a mission. And the last time he got emotional during a mission, actually let himself get invested, he brought Nat in. And that turned out fine (great, actually, in a lot of ways, Clint thinks), but no one wants that to happen again. Well, no one who makes decisions. Clint doesn’t like decisions. He doesn’t love being told what to do, but it’s usually better than thinking about what he’s doing. But when he’s tired, like this, he thinks more, and when he thinks more, he starts looking at what he’s doing, and that just makes things so complicated. He’s been doing all of this too long to overthink it now.

But he’s human, wasn’t tortured or trained or brainwashed or whatever they want to call it, like Nat and Bucky were. Like Wade was, too, and he supposes that last tack on is some part of the reason he’s outside the window of Peter Parker and Wade Wilson’s living room, watching the Winter Soldier and Deadpool play MarioKart.

He’s been keeping an eye on Bucky, while he’s on leave, or whatever, because he might not be close with Cap, might not know Bucky personally, but he appreciates that Cap’s always been trying to do the right thing and that it broke him down a lot when he couldn’t find his best friend (and lover, Clint’s brain helpfully reminds him) and keep him safe. And right off that thought is that Bucky is important to Nat, so maybe he doesn’t actually know Bucky Barnes, but he knows that he’s a worthwhile guy if those two care about him so much. And Bucky’s, like, really traumatized, and Steve tries to give him space, but he worries a lot, talks to Nat about it sometimes, and Clint’s kind of bored now? So he covertly babysits the Winter Soldier.

Definitely not the weirdest thing he’s ever done, but it makes the top ten, which is impressive in a really hard to explain and probably fucked up way.

All of this to explain why he’s watching two guys play MarioKart. Because Deadpool has also been looking after Bucky, but instead of hiding and being, like, stealthy and not dealing with feelings, Wade Wilson just breaks into the apartment that Bucky shares with Steve and talks to him about literally anything in the world.

And it works.

Bucky’s calmer around Wade, more relaxed. He laughs, sometimes, which Clint knows happens with Steve, but not often. He pushes Wade around, doesn’t worry about where his arm is and where weapons are, because Wade does this thing where he just hands a super traumatized former assassin guns and tells him to clean them while Wade chatters on (mostly about Peter, which also makes Bucky kinda smile because it’s hard to hate a guy who’s that in love). Clint may not like thinking too much, but he knows two and two makes four, and that keeping guns away from someone who’s been used to holding them for going on a century isn’t gonna make him less twitchy, and having him get used to feeling them in his hand and not worrying about Suddenly Murder around a guy who literally can’t die is, actually, really fucking smart.

Which could maybe mean that Clint can stop stalking the Winter Soldier and let Deadpool be the cool babysitter. He’s in good hands (Nat would smack him if he said that, but Nat’s version of good hands probably doesn’t actually exist, and also Nat smacks him a lot anyway, so he just assumes it means he might be right and she doesn’t want to say it, which is fine) and Clint’s not actually helping.

But here’s the thing: Clint really wants to play MarioKart.

No one plays stupid games with him much, and he kind of misses it? It happens sometimes, usually when Thor’s around or he’s bribed Nat somehow, but he’s realizing suddenly that he could probably go up to Wade Wilson at almost any time and ask him to play dumb video games and Wade would totally say yes.

And maybe he wants that. To play dumb video games that mean nothing tangible with some fucked up, traumatized dudes who just wanna let loose and be morons for a while because everything just keeps happening all the time and Clint’s fucking tired, and he’d bet his favorite hoodie that Nat stole three years ago and he’s been trying to sneak back for just as long, that those two are too.

So Clint does a stupid thing without thinking and opens the window to goddamn Deadpool’s living room and slides in.

“Hey,” He says. “You guys got another controller?”

You got something I need

In this world full of people, there’s one killing me

“Cap, I get that you’re worried, but why would I know where he is?” Peter asks, fiddling with the door to the apartment, bags weighing down his arms and phone shoved between his ear and shoulder.

“I don’t know, Bucky said something about Wade the other day, so I thought he might know,” Steve says, sounding frustrated. “And it’s impossible to get ahold of him, so I called you.”

“Yeah, makes sense,” Peter sighs, kicking the door. “Wade! I know you’re home, you texted me like five minutes ago, open the door!”

The door opens, which is great because that means Peter can rush in and set down the grocery bags, but is also weird because Wade didn’t open it.

“Hey, Cap?” Peter says, shifting the phone so he’s holding it with his hand instead of his shoulder. “Found him. Don’t worry, he’s safe.”

He then hangs up before Steve can say anything else and stares at Bucky fucking Barnes, who opened the door to his apartment, where Peter lives, with his boyfriend, who is not Bucky fucking Barnes.

“Spider-babe!” Wade cries, leaping over their couch and crushing Peter in a hug, which he returns much more lightly, still really confused as to what the hell is going on.

“Hey, Peter,” Another voice calls, so Peter looks, and yeah, turns out life can get weirder, because Clint Barton is eating pizza on Peter’s couch.

“Alright,” Peter says. “What the hell?”

“Boy’s night.” Bucky says, which just leaves Peter more confused, so he pushes Wade back to look him in the eyes, and whoa, Wade’s not wearing his mask.

Wade always wears his mask around people. Not around Peter, thank god, and he’s worn Wade down to usually not wearing it to dinners with Aunt May, but that’s about it. There are two people in this apartment who are not Peter or Aunt May, and Peter just got home, so the logical step is that Wade’s been not wearing his mask for a while.

It’s so strange, seeing Wade’s perfectly happy face in their apartment when there’s more than just the two of them. Peter’s not complaining, just confused, but if whatever this is makes Wade more comfortable...well, he’s probably not going to object.

“Really, though,” He says. “What the hell’s going on, Wade?”

“Like he said,” Wade points over his shoulder to Bucky. “Boy’s night. We would’ve invited you, but it’s more like ‘Boys Who Have And Will Probably Continue To Kill People And Are Also Probably Traumatized Or Whatever’ night, so you didn’t quite fit the bill, sugar cheeks.”

“No to sugar cheeks,” Peter says, which makes Wade whine, and then he looks at Bucky. “Cap’s looking for you, dude, might wanna call him. Won’t force you, just thought you should know.”

Bucky’s quiet for a moment, then he nods and goes to grab a small tote bag from the living room and walks out the door with only a small wave to Wade and Clint and Peter’s pretty sure he saw at least one gun in that bag?

“Uh,” He says, squeaking a bit. “Did he have a gun?”

“Little bastard better give it back,” Wade mutters, folding himself against Peter’s back. “Don’t worry, though, baby, he’s just borrowing it. Helps him to get used to being himself again, not some coddled and half-dead trauma patient.”

“He’s right,” Clint says, popping up in front of Peter, mouth still full of pizza. “Thanks for the hospitality, man. Text me, Wade.”

And then Clint’s gone, too, though he leaves through the living room window.

“Um.” Peter says, still not totally sure what’s going on, but really not wanting to stop whatever it is, because he’s almost never seen Clint that comfortable and he’s definitely never seen Bucky express anything but discomfort, anxiety, and dissociative hatred.

“It’s like therapy, but better,” Wade says in his ear, sounding content in a way that Peter’s worked towards for years, and there’s a tiny little prick of what could be a desire for it to only be Peter that makes him this kind of happy, but Peter’s not even remotely interested in indulging that, so he turns around in Wade’s arms and leans against his boyfriend.

“Alright,” He says, simply, giving Wade a quick kiss. “Help me with the groceries.”

Wade does, and it’s a nice little moment of domesticity. It’s probably the unexpected shock to this part of his routine that’s making Peter think, but when he does think for a minute, he realizes that he’s really happy.

He lives with his boyfriend, who is also his best friend, he’s got a Master’s Degree and is considering taking the plunge for his Doctorate, he does freelance science work and research that brings him more joy than he ever thought any job could, he has dinner with his aunt every other weekend, and he’s really, indescribably happy.

He turns to Wade once they’ve finished putting away the groceries and kisses him again, soft and firm.

“I love you,” Peter says, looking right at Wade’s eyes, right into the still-warm contentment there. “A lot. More than I ever knew I was capable of. I’m so happy, Wade, and so much of it is thanks to you.”

He can see Wade’s eyes getting a bit shiny, and when he leans in to kiss him again, Wade’s already meeting him halfway.

“Love you too, Peter.”

And if we only die once

I wanna die with you

It’s strange, Bucky thinks, dropping a shell and slamming into Clint’s kart in a quick maneuver that has both Clint and Wade shouting, to be feeling like this.

He can hear Steve in the kitchen, talking with Natalia about weapons safety for their apartment, can feel Wade’s knee brushing against his leg and Clint’s foot on his shoulder because Clint’s somehow ended up sprawled nearly vertical on the couch and mostly upside down, can see out of the corner of his eye Peter leaning against Wade’s side as he types on his laptop and absently chews on something he has on a necklace.

He knows where all these people are, knows who they are, knows what they’d do if he asked for anything. Knows that, even though this place isn’t his, is Wade and Peter’s, that he’s safe. Knows that he can trust these people with his life, if he needs to, could even trust them with Steve’s.

He crosses the finish line and Wade throws his arms up in the air and Clint groans about how Bucky always plays dirty and he can hear Steve laugh from the kitchen and it’s strange, to be sure, for Bucky to feel like this.

But as he stands up to go get another box of pizza from the kitchen, brushes against Steve as he does, feeling the casual warmth that always comes as Steve loosely pulls him in for a short embrace, a soft press of lips against his own, he also thinks that he wouldn’t mind doing this long enough for it not to be strange.

Clint’s lifting himself onto the table the pizzas are on, sitting cross-legged in front of Natalia and picking each individual mushroom off his pizza and tossing them at her to see if she’ll catch them in her mouth or her hand, and Bucky can see his lack of tension mirrored very directly in her.

Bucky looks back into the living room, Steve’s arm around him, and watches as Wade gently nudges Peter back into awareness and hands him a glass of water that is actually flat sprite, which makes Peter choke slightly and punch Wade’s arm, seeing so easily into the domestic teasing and care that seems to always run so fully through Peter and Wade.

It’s strange, to be so okay, so unworried, but Bucky thinks he likes getting used to it. He leans into Steve, and when his guy drops a kiss onto his head and laughs at Natalia tossing a mushroom back at Clint and hitting him almost perfectly in the middle of his forehead, Bucky smiles and gives himself to permission to do what he’s been trying to do for a while: be happy.

If we only live once

I wanna live with you

[tonystarkbingo]

Week 16 Roundup!  We have a LOT of awesome stuff this week, due in part to our monthly Discord party!  Keep reading to see what our participants created!  (A few Endgame spoilers as well, proceed with caution)

Title: Not as Expected Collaborator: Magi_Silverwolf Link: AO3 Square Filled: T1 - Sam Wilson / Falcon Ship: none Rating: Teen Major Tags: major character death, not Team Cap friendly, consequences Summary: For some reason, Sam Wilson didn't expect to be arrested for his crimes. Even if the thought had occurred to him, he expected that the excuse of helping Captain America would be enough to get him out of any trouble. This wasn't what he expected. Word Count: 1205

Title: Late Night at the Stark Residence Collaborator: newnewyorker93 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - dark Ship: Pepperony, Tony & Morgan Rating: Gen Major Tags: Endgame spoilers, fluff, light angst Summary: A snapshot look at one night in the life of the Stark-Potts family during the "Five Years Later" time jump in Endgame, featuring Morgan sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night and lots of soft dad Tony Stark. Word Count: 3500

Title: Can't Stop Us RoboDads -  Chapter 7: I'm Always Gonna Be Here For You Collaborators: rebelmeg, summerpipedream Link: AO3 Square Filled for summerpipedream: A1 - image of JARVIS Ship: MIT Bros Rating: Teen Major Tags: MIT era, bot children, fluff, mild angst Summary: JARVIS is born, Afghanistan happens, and Rhodey reminds Tony of what he needs to hear. Word Count: 1639

Title: Indenture Collaborators: 27dragons, tisfan Link: AO3 Square Filled for tisfan: K5 - Kink: Virgin   Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content, gladiators, master & servant Summary: See the galaxy on a two year work-contract. Well, Tony Stark figures, can’t be worse than home. When he ends up on Sakaar, in the hands of a gladiatorial team, it might be his mechanical skills they’re interested in… or it might be his virginity. Word Count: 14,588

Title: Red Dust Collaborator: HogwartsToAlexandria Link: AO3 Square Filled: S3 - shared trauma Ship: IronStrange Rating: Teen Major Tags: Supreme family, angst, trauma, panic attacks, emotional hurt/comfort, nightmares Summary: Even as he knows the Snap’s been reversed, that his son is safe and sound in his very own bed and his husband is lying right next to him, Tony can’t seem to make himself let go - every night brings him right back to this one day he’ll never be able to forget, none of them will. Word Count: 803

Title: The Most Powerful (Pillowfight) Collaborator: wakandan_wardog Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2 - A Battle / Fight / Confrontation Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: not Endgame compliant, team as family, fluff Summary: In which Carol and Tony (aggressively) support each other and then do battle (with pillows) for their honor. Or each other's honor? It's unclear, things got out of control. (James Rhodes loves these idiots way too much.) Word Count: 1905

Title: Enjoy the Ride Collaborator: mortenavida Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - free square Ship: Bruce/Clint/Bucky/Steve/Natasha/Tony/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags: Soulmate AU, non-traditional A/B/O Summary: Alphas are born with a smudge of "ink" on them that will, as they age, form into their soulmates name. Betas are free of marks. Omegas are born with symbols that represent their Alpha. Much to Howard's displeasure, Tony Stark was born with not one, but six solid symbols across his skin. Tony grew up being told that Howard had tattooed them on his skin so no one could take advantage of it. It takes a weekend to realize how very, very wrong that was. Word Count: 2294

Title: When You Fall Collaborator: AoifeLaufeyson Link: AO3 Square Filled: S1 - KINK: BDSM Ship: Stony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content, BDSM, bad BDSM etiquette, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending Summary: Steve makes a mistake and he and Tony have a way to go before they recover from it. Characters, relationships, and tags will updated as the story moves along. See end for more spoilery notes. Word Count: 3372

Title: Professional Relationship Collaborator: katling Link: AO3 Square Filled: A4 - Picture from the comics of Tony Stark and Janet Van Dyne kissing Ship: Tony/Janet Rating: Teen Major Tags: not Steve friendly, conglomeration of Marvel universes, Team Tony Summary: Steve catches up on the latest news from the New Avengers and he doesn't like what he sees. Word Count: 1141

Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K3 - Old Team Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: retired Avengers, moodboard Summary: Years after the Avengers retired, handin’ off their mantles to a newer set of young heroes; our favourite OG6 decide t'take a trip. They’ve all moved on since then, have their own families, own homes, are livin’ a happy retirement. But every year on the same date, they all get together an’ take a trip to a new place! What better way t'see the world they all helped save than travel. Everyone is happy an’ nobody dies! :‘V

Title: But(t)… But(t)… But(t)… Collaborator: katling Link: AO3 Square Filled: T5 - identity porn Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: secret identity, not Team Cap friendly, not Steve friendly Summary: No one knows who Iron Man is, other than the bodyguard of the Avengers' main benefactor, Tony Stark. Bucky figures out the secret but not quite in the way you might think. Word Count: 1984

Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S3 - royalty Ship: WinterIron Rating: none Major Tags: moodboard Summary: After King Howard an’ Queen Maria’s sudden death, Tony is forced to become King. Obadiah Stane, the Hand of the King tries his best to counsel King Stark an’ keep him safe; yet he seems to have disaster after disaster. After an’ attempt on Tony’s life that was nearly successful, High Knight James Rhodes, the Commander of the Army, sends a letter searchin’ for aide. Knight Bucky is sent to help an’ is placed as the King’s bodyguard. Obadiah continues to try an’ kill the King, but with his new guard, it is harder an’ harder. Decidin’ to get rid of Bucky first, he sets out for his plan. Durin’ the ambush, Bucky discovers that it’s Obie commitin’ treason against the King, but ends up bein’ beaten, losin’ his arm in the process. Thinkin’ Bucky dead, Obie heads back to the kingdom. However, miraculously, Bucky doesn’t die. Rhodey finds him while out on patrol, an’ Obie’s evil schemes are foiled. They apprehend Obie an’ King Stark commands he be killed for his crimes.Bucky survives, an’ Tony builds him an arm. He was always a mechanic, never wanted to be King, but he was also a skilled alchemist. Everyone is amazed. Tony & Bucky live happily ever after. Goodbye 😂

Collaborator: strangemischief Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S2 - Shared Trauma Ship: IronStrange Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard, grief/mourning Summary: Supreme Family Infinity War moodboard

Title: Some Like it Hot Collaborator: 27dragons Link: AO3 Square Filled: A5 - KINK: wax play Ship: WinterIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: light BSDM, mild sexual content Summary: Bucky doesn’t like the cold, but that’s okay. Tony likes making things hot for him instead. Word Count: 1483

Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T4 - De-Aged!Tony Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: art, de-aged Tony Summary: “Aw, look Buck, he still likes you even when he’s small!”  “Ya better fix this, Steve.” — In which Bucky is angry that his boyfriend got de-aged an’ Steve makes fun’ve ‘im for it like a good bro 😂

Title: Rest Easy Collaborator: ethereal-lullabies Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S2 - Afterlife - Ascension Ship: IronPanther Rating: Teen Major Tags: Character death, Avengers Endgame pictures used Summary: After a long life together filled with a happy marriage and many children, Tony and T’Challa pass away together in their sleep.

Title: The Pursuit of Pleasure Collaborator: buying_the_space_farm Link: AO3 Square Filled: K4 - hedonism Ship: FrostIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: pre-IM1, magic Summary: Tony just wants to know who the stranger that he keeps noticing is. Word Count: 1736

Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T5 - Arena Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: AU: Bucky goes missin’ durin’ a mission gone wrong, everyone assumes he’s dead, but Steve looks for him for a year until his higher ups make him stop. Devistated that his brother is actually gone, he goes hard into his work, where he meets Tony Stark, a skilled mechanic & inventor, & fellow agent. They don’t get along well, but they work well together. 5 years later, Steve & Tony get paired up for a mission, they end up gettin’ kidnapped by a strange evil orginization. Taken to a remote place in the desert, where an honest to god colleseum is set up, they’re told they hafta fight for their freedom; that they must defeat their champion. This orginization mostly jus’ wanted them dead, but wanted to give agood show to their followers. They had no doubts that their genetically enhanced champion would win. They’ve experimented on him countless times to make him the best, after all. Dressed up in medieval garb an’ handed swords an’ weaponry, they’re shoved through the gates into the ring. They start to fight, but everythin’ changes when they discover that their champion is actually Bucky.

Title: You Need to Put Those Back Collaborator: singingwithoutwords Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - AU: angels/demons Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Teen Major Tags: supernatural elements Summary: Tony finds a couple spooky silver chalices in a cabin and, like the dumb white boy he is, decides they're his new favorite wineglasses. It goes about how you'd expect, but not nearly as bad as it could have. Word Count: 1917

Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A4 - [Picture] Tony in Captain America uniform, from comics. Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: Cap!Tony art

Title: Now and Later Collaborator: MadStarker Square: K1 - Kink - Rushed Sex Rating: Explicit Pairing: Tony Stark / Peter Parker Warnings: First Time, Love Confessions, Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Spoilers, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Porn with Feelings, Anal Sex, Armor Kink, Blow Jobs, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk, Barebacking Summary: Tony's so relieved to have Peter back that he just takes him right there on the battlefield behind a pile of junk Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18917116

Title: the dreamland, amber and gold Collaborator: deathsweetqueen Link: AO3 Square Filled: T3 -  tony in workshop Ship: ThunderIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: sexual content, Asgardian Tony, Thor AU Summary: “Anthony?” Anthony looks up from the sword he was cleaning painstakingly. “What?” he demands. Thor stands in the doorway to his forge, hip cocked outwards, cape red as blood glinting in the low light, as his large arms fold across his chest, running a thumb over his lower lip. His eyes pass over Anthony’s bare chest, dark beneath his pale eyelashes. Anthony bites back a sigh; he gives the sword a mournful look – it is very unlikely that he will be able to return to his work that night. “I have missed you, my love.” Word Count: 9524

Title: The Great Body Shop Collaborator: JacarandaBanyan Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2 - Worst case scenario Ship: Tony & JARVIS, WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Tony angst, JARVIS gets a body Summary: Tony asks Jarvis what he wants for his birthday, and for once Jarvis asks something of Tony that Tony isn't sure he should give. Word Count: 2025

Title: You're Making the Typical Me Break My Typical Rules - Chapter One Collaborator: martianwahtney Link: AO3 Square Filled: R1 - Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier Ship: WinterIronHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fem!Tony, Clint is an asshole, soulmates, no powers AU Summary: Toni Stark knew she and James Barnes were soulmates the moment she saw him. The electric blue lines of the arc reactor seemed to glow against his skin, just like hers did. But she kept her mouth shut and she made him a new arm and even engraved his old soulmarks onto his new metal arm.  James Barnes knew he and Toni were soulmates nearly a year after they met. She’d been neck deep in one of her car engines and it was impossible to miss the red star on her arm- his star on her arm.  Clint Barton knew he, Toni Stark, and James Barnes were soulmates the second Toni had flipped over her arm to show him a purple arrow that stretched from the crease of her elbow to the palm of her hand. The same arrow he had been born with.  Alternatively, where Toni tries until she doesn’t, where James keeps his distance until he doesn’t, and Clint won’t let himself fall until he does. Word Count: 5997

[dungeonsanddragonsfifthedition]

tazchat: Lucretia Was Right

MAGNUS: let’s go lesbians let’s go LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO here we go lesbians.. here we go lesbians C'mon! LET’S GO LESBIANS!! oh my god lesbians…. oh my god lesbians- move outta my way ROUNDING THE MOON WITH A BUNCH OF LESBIANS HERE WE ARE CAN YOU HANDLE IT?!

have you been paying attention?

i went into this ep originally just straight up dreading the canonization of the lup theory and. look at me now, Gay For Lup

now, it’s dos lonely boys.

“my god, i’m so—i’m so sorry—“

“she speaks eight languages!”

genuinely happy to see you, anxious about the Fate Of The World. she’s heartbroken about magnus.

“a memorial service for maggie.”

“I’M NOT LAUGHING IN GAME!!!!” justin says in TEARS

“our good friend, magnus.”

“ah, barry, what a douche.”

She Was Eighteen!!!! EIGHTEEN!!! That’s My Age!!!!!!!! i’m not gonna fuckin make a decision in the trolley problem now!!!!!

“...barold?”

“you have veered off sentence, and are hurtling toward paragraph, my man,” jeez i love that! good words justin

“i feel like i trust you.”

magnus just gettin his bangles

sorry i was thinkin about the various deaths of the boys and i remembered that merle’s final death count after her (naturally) passes will be 69. so good. also magnus’ is my lucky number (33) so that’s fun!

Fish Time

“my dexterity’s actually pretty good as a mannequin!”

they’re singing!!! (i do stand by the hc that they sometimes sing D A D @ mags or johann lol :’))

johann is voiced by owen wilson, canonically

“...we’re unemployed, after this. so let’s do this.”

“i didn’t SIGN anything!”

a kick-proof door.

luke is so. good. i love her.

she made a dumbass puzzle with orbs that barry figured out VERY QUICKLY all of which is to say that she is so predictable.

“is the room lit?” / “dude it’s lit as fuck dude.”

i know that this is a real 5e spell bc i had luke use it in the roleswap fic but i’m blanking on its name—the fear trap spell???

merle is afraid of abandonment and the failure of nature, taako is afraid of being alone — isolation, but he sort of instinctively knows: he’s never alone. OH BOY.

okay the spell was either FEAR (lvl 3) or WEIRD (lvl 9)

“start talking. i need to know what you know!”

magnus fixes the harp :’)

parlay w/ fisher!

the fish gives magnus a hug and now that he doesn’t need to breathe he can accept the hug!!! yay!!!

baby mags, in his jacket, arm outstretched!

he brings the whole fam to meet his fish friend

he just fuckin brings the fish food like different food every day.

“you mean julia? aw, yeah, that’s all real.”

Flesh Magnus’ hand twitches

Fish Buppy

i do love the dynamic of the Space Kids like “lucretia it’s like a DOG” / “magnus you’re my brother and i love you but this is an eldritch alien beast that consumes art” / “yes, and it’s our DOG”

also do love the total disregard by fans of the regular wearing of uniform on the ship, though like i feel dav WOULD try and enforce it for the first decade at least

The Hunger Is Here

the seven of you managed to hide for a really long time, but it was all for nothing.

how dare this be a mfd episode that means it’s hard to skip ads!!! damn!!!

reunion tour the song is a jam and a half

LITTLE BOY!!! casting cleric/bard spells like a good lil magic prince

barry’s claustrophobic

“i am a holy man... so let’s kill him!”

“i rolled an eighteen, do not try to control my fuckin’ shit”

“i trust angus mcdonald implictly.”

“i love the director. she gave me a home!”

“THE ONE’S LOOKIN’ FOR THE TRUTH, WELL, THEY’RE NEVER THE BAD GUYS.” (mag: god, i love angus : taa: precious)

seven spaces. i assumed until ttazz that it was one for the first initial of each bird lol but also fuckin weird that homeworld didn’t even have 10 million people on it. i guess that’s why they hired two TEENAGERS for their SPACE MISSION???

NAT 20 AXE HIT!!! MY MAN

rip travworld npcs...

JOHANN :’(

“don’t let them erase me.”

lucretia’s a very neat person.

two empty journals.

lucretia canonically has a coexist bumper sticker. i love her.

oh my god the fucking comedy of errors that is lucretia and barry’s assumption of each other for the twelve years. i love it. just TALK, idiots.

live menos!

live NO más!

magnus befriends baby voidfish.

“boys, don’t try to remember—“

his magic done ran out

BUT WHO WILL HEAL US!

“don’t put up a fight.”

Here She Is But First Let’s Check On Magnus

he just throws away the mannequin sheet!

Baby Boy Cannot Remember Shit And He Gets Stabbed

magnus tits out burnsides with a giant flaming sword thanks

magnus socks first tits out burnsides

LET’S GO LESBIANS LET’S GO!!! LET’S GOOO RUNNING DOWN THE MOON WITH A PACK OF WILD LESBIANS

carey just lizards the FUCK out thank u lizard lesbian

and she just punches him in the fucking face. thanks queen.

“hail and well met,” he says, and she rolls a 22 on punch friend.

“YOU TOOK THE BIG HIT, DIDN’T YOU BUD!”

lucretia voice: i can’t believe you’ve done this.

she’s already bubbled... queen of orbs

remember the thralled!luc theory? shit was good

there were seven of us.

scientists (five adults) and explorers (two CHILDREN!!!)

“we DAMNED this world the moment we landed.”

i found you, the three of you.

a grand story.

“you did... so well!”

i can build a home that all of us can be safe in together

you remember lup, of course! how could you forget lup?

outcast! but! never! alone!

“Lucretia, what have you done?”

fuckin’ love the image of just, like, everyone’s crying, and taako’s straight up about to murder luc and davenport is fucking talking and magnus and the lesbians just mosey on in like “hey guys what did we miss?”

SEEING HIM ALIVE, SHE GASPS, NOT OUT OF SHOCK, BUT OF... HAPPINESS.

it’s the end of the world... again.

we see the portrait, seven people:

lup, with her arm around barry, smiling, taako cheezing it, merle and dav next to each other and flexin, magnus, behind them, kinda goofy, and—lucretia, soft smiles. a rare moment of peace and happiness.

ok next few episodes, guys? It’s_Lucretia’s_Time.mp3

[ghostmebangtan-blog]

Writer’s Block Playlist

Hi, all you hep-cats and cool chicks (If you get my reference, you’re the sweetest hunk of sugar I’ve ever seen). It’s V here with a little filler post until I update Pink Matter. I’m actually in the process of editing and writing at the moment (3,798 words currently), but I needed a small break to step back before I burn myself out. Melatonin does absolutely nothing so I’m almost 3 hours past my bedtime and writing the entire way through it.

Well, now to talk about what this post is about. So, as you all may know, or not, writer’s block sucks. For me, it is the literal devil. I was supposed to have this chapter up days ago but every single time I sat down to do it I just had no idea what the hell I was doing. Of course, that was before tonight, but this is an exception to the rule my brain has made as of late. As I was editing what I had written a few days ago and listening to a podcast, my internet crashed and I had to open Youtube back up and instead of going back to H3H3, I allowed my fingers to take me to my music playlist. And then I had a spark. As soon as I heard these songs my mind fixed itself and I’ve written 900 words. Now on my break time, I decided to share my favorite songs/albums I listen to when I want to make my brain cooperate with me.

Albums

1. Frank Ocean, channel ORANGE

I absolutely love Frank Ocean. His music is so chill and sexy it would be strange if you don’t like at least one of his songs. For those of you who don’t know who he is, he sings the hit song Thinkin Bout You, or for my fellow memers, ‘A potato flew around my room...’ Channel ORANGE is my favorite album of his but he has also released Blond, Unreleased, Unreleased, MISC., and Nostalgia, ULTRA. My favorite songs off of Channel ORANGE are: - Pink Matter - Thinkin Bout You - Pyramids - Forrest Gump

2. Cigarettes After Sex, Cigarettes After Sex

This band. This damn band. Where do I begin? Holy crow I adore them. They are very minimalistic and have very few variations between songs. They can get vulgar lyrics-wise, but what artist doesn’t? They have a very soft sound and the lead singer’s voice is heavenly. So far they have a few singles and two EPs, both of them are self-titled. I highly recommend them. Here are a few of my favorites: - Young and Dumb - Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - Sesame Syrup - Sweet

3. Yellow Days, Harmless Melodies

His voice, his voice, his voice; his voice. I love his instrumentals, the guitar, the way he growls, and the overall vibe he gives off is amazing. He has two albums that I know of (Harmless Melodies and Is Everything Okay in Your World?) and they are both quickly becoming my favorite things to listen to. Anything that can make me sway along to the beat usually has me hooked. Definitely check my boy out and here are some of my personal recommendations to peak your interest: - A Little While - Your Hand Holding Mine - Gap in the Clouds - People

4. Daniel Caesar, Freudian

This man could cause world peace with a voice like that. I completely fell in love with him when Billie Eilish (hint hint) made a video talking about songs that would describe her life. The first song I heard was Japanese Denim and after that I was his bitch. This man will take over your life if you drop the mask and look him in his eyes. Okay, a little extreme, but you get my point. Screw a recommendation; listen to his music. Just do it. [ insert Shia LaBeouf ]. - Get You (Feat. Kali Uchis) - Best Part (Feat. H.E.R.) - Blessed - Transform (Feat. Charlotte Day Wilson) Just listen to the entire album.

5. The 1975,  I Like It When You Sleep, for You Are So Beautiful Yet So Unaware of It

Matt Healy is a god and you can fight me on this if you wish. Must I show you exhibit A, B, and C, or can we both agree that he is perfectly sculpted with a tendency to become self-destructive? Well that last bit got a bit deep, but he is very open about his issues, another thing to add to the list of reasons I love their music. Some of my favorite quotes come from The 1975, but this album, along with their previous album and EPs, hold a place in my heart, and their two new singles that just came out have made me have some realizations about a lot of things concerning myself and other people. I really think you will enjoy these guys: - If I Believe You - She’s American - UGH! - Somebody Else

Songs

1. Noire, He’s My Baby

2. MISSIO, Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea

3. Daniel Caesar, Japanese Denim 

4. Troye Sivan, Bloom

5. Billie Eilish, Hostage

6. Rex Orange County, Apricot Princess

7. The 1975, Give Yourself A Try

8. Pierce the Veil, She Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty

9. Cavetown, It’s U

10. City and Colour, The Girl

11. Dodie, Sick of Loosing Soulmates

12. Ross Copperman, Hunger

13. Oasis, Wonderwall

14. Iron and Wine, Flightless Bird, American Mouth 

15. Jaymes Young, Stoned on You

16. Japanese Breakfast, Boyish

17. Goth Babe, Velvet Sheets

18. Jonathan Bree, You’re So Cool

19. Mild Orange, Some Feeling

20. Yung Heazy, Cuz You’re My Girl

I hope you all enjoy. Of course, these are not all of the songs in my playlist, not all of these are my absolute favorite, but I was trying to get some variety instead of a full list of the same artists over and over again. I will definitely do this again and update what I’m listening to currently every other month or so. Happy listening!

.V.B.

[jrpneblog]

Wishin` and Hopin`

Wishin and hopin and thinkin and prayin is the opening line to the old Merseybeats hit but never was it more appropriate to the thoughts of North End fans this season. It is, literally, a lifetime ago since Dave Wilson scored North End`s last goal in the top flight at Burden Park Bolton on April 29th 1961. The Leyland Correspondent had arrived on planet Earth by then by had not yet reached his 1st birthday. It`s true we have been at the gates of Heaven twice but unfortunately St Peter closed them shut before we had time to make it through. The first time wasn`t such a calamity as most thought that with the team we had and the manager we had that our time would come again soon. Well it did come again in 2005 and this time we were confident we would ascend into the higher plain but alas, once again, it wasn`t to be. We threatened a year later under Billy Davies and three years later under Alan Irvine but the team and/or tactic did not get us into the final reckoning. What made it all the more difficult to swallow was the fact that our friends in Claret and Blue made it that year and have virtually never looked back.

However North End fans have taken enough body blows over the years and are hardened to the fact that our club is our club no matter what division we are in and win lose or draw most of us will, literally, be Preston till we die. This season, though, has stirred those heavenly feelings once again and while some are getting a little carried away so early on in the season no-one can deny North End`s great start to the campaign with the season just a third of the way through. Good start as it may be there are many questions still to be answered and if the doom mongers wanted to through some spanners in the works I am sure there are several waiting in their hands. They will say that we have played 9 of the 16 games at home and that we haven`t had the most difficult of starts. The squad is stronger, undoubtedly, and is of a higher standard throughout but is that standard strong enough to maintain a place in the top six come next May or, heven help us, in the top two. Will injuries cripple us like they did last season - the reasons for it not to happen go on and on.

History is against us but can this season really herald a new dawn under Alex Neil. Last season`s ending was disappointing but this year the squad looks hungry and players are playing with confidence. Yes the Championship is tough but I don`t think a team is going to run away with it like Newcastle did a few years ago. This North End are stronger mentally and looking at the crowds and the away support they are holding up well as people start to believe that this year maybe, just maybe. There is a long way to go and many bridges to cross but we are done with International breaks now until next March so as I said last week the next phase of the season runs up to the Middlesbrough game on New Years Day which is four days before the third round of the FA Cup. If North End are still around the top six by then or hopefully in the top two then we really could be be onto something special.

This next phase of the season begins at Derby on Saturday against a team in a little bit of transition after most of their loan players went back after last season. The departure of Frank Lampard to Chelsea has seen Phillip Cocu take over at Pride Park and things haven`t really gone the way the Derby faithful would have wanted them to. It will be a tough game for North End but Alex Neil will have done his usual meticulous homework on the opposition and I`m hoping North End can get a very positive result down in the Midlands with close on 2,500 cheering them on. 

Following quickly on fron the Derby game we travel to the KC Stadium on Wednesday evening to play Hull City. The Tigers have been a little unpredictable this season but in Jarrod Bowen have one of the best talents in the Championship and if North End can keep him quiet then I am sure there is something in this game for us. Four points from these two games would be an excellent return in my opinion and North End are well capable of doing that if we play to our full potential. Let`s hope we are still in the top two next Wednesday evening at 10pm before the huge game against West Brom at Deepdale live on Sky on Monday 2nd December.

And Finally this week:-  I had the pleasure of attending Deepdale Labour Club on Wednesday evening where Keith Harrison gave a talk about his book - North End Souls. It was a very interesting evening with one or two stories that were too risque to publish but brought some merriment to the assembled audience. North End legend, John Thomas, did a question and answer session after the interval and spoke of his undying love for North End with some very complimentary comments about the late, great John Mc Grath. All in all a very entertaining evening and if you haven`t perchased this book already I can strongly recommend it for you or the North End fans in your family.

Telly Treble

Man City to beat Chelsea 4/9

Fulham to beat QPR 5/6

Tottenham to beat West Ham 3/4

A fiver on these three returns £23.17 with Coral

Running total for the season is + £0.34 including this weeks stake

[todd-manning-fanfiction-blog]

A Fresh Start Part 15:This Is Kindness And He Is Awesome!

(Scum Town)

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *We couldn't sleep after what I did to myself, so we went downstairs, after I could move better.* Oh.. Hey Baby Girl. I got you somethin'. *I grabbed a book from the bookshelf and threw the book on the coffee table. Snickered*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I followed Slick downstairs* What did you get me? *I looked at the book and picked it up then gave him a look* Really? *laughed a little* Thank you, I think *soft laugh*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Grinned* Hey, you're the one attracted to Badass Murderers. *smirked* Just sayin'.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Well, it's not my fault that the badass murderer I'm attracted to is an extremely sexy person *teased as I poked your arm* Should I expect a lot of silly cat gifts like this from now on? *soft smile*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf Slick Dashiell-Vilf *laughed* It ain't silly. It's very fucking serious. You're cat may try to kill you one fucking day.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Slick, you're being ridiculous *flipped through the book* Michael will not try to kill me for any reason *laughed*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf So what are you sayin'? I should have bought the book "How to tell if your man is plotting to kill you," instead? *Joking*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *shook my head as I sat on the couch* Yeah, that would have been a better handbook *joking* At least, body language is somewhat easy to read *smiled*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Turned in my seat to look at her better* Shit Baby Girl. I wouldn't kill ya. *smirked* I like fucking your warm, sexy body. And that's fuckin' sayin' something, cause usually I prefer a corpse.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *soft smile* Well, thank you for not wanting me dead *my smile faded a little* And knowing how much you enjoy that isn't pleasant for me to hear or think about, you know *looked at you*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Half smile* Sorry Baby Girl, I was just being fucking honest. Isn't that part of the whole relationship bullshit? To be fucking honest with each other?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Yes, honesty is part of the whole relationship thing *sat the book back on the table* I just can't get over knowing you enjoy having sex with corpses..it's just not what I'm used to hearing.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Giggled* Well, I'm sorry, but most of the girls I fucked, didn't want to. *pause* No.. No that would be all of them, but you. And some were alive, cause they did it, hoping they'd lived, but most of them just got to fucking dramatic.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf I'm sure most of them didn't really want to sleep with you because they probably knew you'd kill them or something *looked at you as I listened* Dramatic? In what way were they being dramatic?

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Shrugged a shoulder* You know, fucking screaming and crying when I haven't even touched them yet.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Oh, well they were probably terrified of you *sat back on the couch* I mean, can you really blame them for being scared of you? You're a really terrifying guy..

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Grinned* Aww.. That's the sweetest fucking thing anyone has ever said to me. Thanks Baby Girl. *kissed her*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *softly laughed* You're welcome *kissed back* But, really though. Everyone, including those girls are terrified of you because they know you'll probably kill them for looking at you wrong. So, in a way, I kind of get why they would act that way.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf Okay.. Not the fucking day I nearly killed you, but the night I picked you up at the arcade, did you realllllyyyy think I was going to fucking kill you? I mean, seriously? *shook my head*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I turned my body on the couch so I was facing you. I took a moment to think about his question* Honestly, I did think you were going to kill me. *picked at the couch cushion* I couldn't really get the image of you with the hacksaw out my head back then so, that thought was in my head for the longest time.. *pressed my lips together*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I took her hand in mine* Nah.. I fucking mean the first time we met. Did you think it then?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *held your hand* Oh, no. I didn't then you'd kill me right then and there..at least not until the garage incident Then, yeah. I did think that you were gonna kill me.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Shook my head again* But why? I don't fucking get it. I was just picking you up.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Slick *placed my hand over yours* Having some guy in a mask with a black bag isn't the way to go about it. What a girl, or anyone sees that they don't think "Oh, my date is sending a ride to pick me up" they think "Oh shit, I'm about to be robbed, raped, kidnapped, killed and tossed in a ditch". You have to put yourself in our shoes. We don't think the same things you do.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Laughed* Seriously? THAT'S what you thought? Shit... *Rolled my eyes* I wasn't thinkin' about killin' you. Funny thing is I never thought that with any of them, until I bring them here and they start freaking the fuck out.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Yes really *lightly smacked your arm* I told you, I don't think the same things as you do. *sighed* Well, like I said, they were just scared of you because they knew what you'd do to them.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *smiled* I was just tryin' to find the perfect bitch to fuck every night and spoil the shit out of, I fucking swear.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf You have a funny and scary way of showing it *small smile* Just no more attempted kidnappings and you should be fine.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *smirked* Too fuckin' late.. You know why?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf No *soft smile* Why is that?

Slick Dashiell-Vilf Cause I already found that bitch. Or girl.. *smiled as I leaned in to kiss her*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *gave you a look* Well, then I guess your problem is solved then *leaned in a gave you a quick kiss*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Backed away* Do you fucking disagree?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf No, I agree with you, just not with the "bitch" part *shook my head* It's not a big deal.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Laughed* Baby girl, that's why I fucking said "Or Girl." cause I fucking know you hate it.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Yeah, I know *nodded a little* It's fine Slick, really *small smile*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf Fucking come here.. *pulled her into a kiss, but hurt myself* Ahh.. *closed my eyes from the pain*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I scooted closer to you and was about to kiss but I pulled back when you winced in pain* Are you okay? *softly rubbed your arm* I don't need you anymore hurt than you already are..

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Hiss a little* Yeah, I'll be fucking fine. It still hurts a little that's all. Now.. *smiled* fucking kiss me?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *soft smile* I can't help that I'm concerned about your well-being. I want you to get better, not worse *leaned in and kissed you*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Kissed back with all my heart* I'll be fucking fine. Out of all those girls, you're the only fucking one who understands me.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I slid my hand up to your cheek as we kissed* I know you'll be fine, I just like knowing you're getting better *soft smile* I guess I'm the only one that treated you like an actual person and took the time to try and understand you.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Looked down* That's why I know you're the fucking one babes. Only you.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf I'm glad to be the right girl for you *smiled a little as I softly nuzzled against you*

(Meanwhile)

Ivan Dashiell -Vilf You know, it doesn't suck working for the Vamp King of New York. We buy our supplies from him, and he let's us do whatever the fuck we want. It's awesome. What? Don't fucking look at me in that tone of voice? *Laughed*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *I placed my hands on my hips as I listened, shaking my head at how crazy all of this is* It's not my fault, I don't really agree with everything the new Vamp King does *softly sighed* I just don't want any part of it *crossed my arms*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf Come on Babes.. *Grinned* It'll be fun! We can kill a shit load of people and you can fucking feast!

Annie Wilson-Vilf Just because I'm a vampire, doesn't mean I want to go out and kill a bunch of people.. *gave you a look* And two, if you wanna kill a bunch of people, have fun *soft laugh*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *I moved closer and pulled her into my arms* Babes, you're a vampire. Eventually, it'll be in your nature to fucking kill. *Leaned in to kiss her neck* And fuck..

Annie Wilson-Vilf That may be true, but I can happily drink from a blood bag if I don't wanna kill someone.. *soft laugh as I wrapped my arms around you* Fine, next time we go out, I'll find someone to feed from.. *as I was enjoying his kisses, my fangs extended beyond my control*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *I heard a click and pulled my head back to see her fangs. I giggled.* You fucking horny Babes?

Annie Wilson-Vilf Well, how can I not be.. It's your fault *soft giggle* I blame you for this.

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf Let me fucking look at you? *I grabbed her waist and moved forward, to force her to move backwards into the wall, The I removed my sunglasses, bent my knees a little, and tilted me head to look at her fangs better.* Mmm... Those are fucking hot Babes.

Annie Wilson-Vilf *As I was forced to walk backwards, I felt for the wall as my back landed against it* One good thing about being a vampire, I can't blush *cute smile* I'm glad to know you like my baby vamp fangs *soft laugh*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *I put my sunglasses in my jacket pocket, then too off the jacket and threw it on a chair.* Oh fuck yeah I do Babes... *I placed my hands back at her waist and my knees were still bent.* Where to you like to fucking bit? *Licked my lips in excitement and smiled*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *gently bit my lip as I loved the feel of his hands on my waist* Well, I guess you can say I'm the stereotypical vampire that really enjoying biting people on the neck *I smiled a little as I could hear the slight rhythm change in his heartbeat*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *I slid my hands to her back and unzipped her dress, then pushed it off.* Neck? *sexy smile* I can fucking do that.. *I took my shirt off and, threw it to the floor, before picking her up and carrying her to the bed.* Just keep those fuckers out Babes.

Annie Wilson-Vilf *as my dress fell to he floor, I stepped out of it and kicked it off to the side* Great *softly giggled as I held onto you as you carried me to the bed* I promise I won't retract them just yet..

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *I laid her on the bed with me on top of her* You fucking promise? *Leaned in and sucked her right nipple*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *I pulled myself up towards the pillows* Yes, I promise *quietly moaned as I enjoyed the feeling of your mouth and tongue on my nipple*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *I made my way to the other nipple* It doesn't feel weird or anything to fucking keep them out? *Pushed her panties off just as I sucked the other nipple*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *I slowly shook my head as I gently ran my fingers through your hair* No, not really. It feels pretty natural.. *I lifted myself up a little as my panties were slid off*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *I threw the panties to the side* Awesome.. *I kissed her hard, not caring if she cut my lip with her fangs and began to rub her clit roughly*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *As we kissed, I slid my hands up your back, lightly clawing into you. I was careful to not get too carried away but my fangs must have grazed his lip a little since I had a faint taste of blood in my mouth. I let out a soft moan against your lips as you rubbed my clit*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *I slid two fingers inside her and continued to rub her clit with my palm as I moved them in and out.* If you ever killed me with them, *Meaning her fangs* I would fucking love every second of it. *smiled against her lips*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *softly panted and playfully dug my nails into you as I enjoyed your every touch and movement of your fingers* Well, lucky for you, I don't plan on killing you anytime soon.. I kinda like having you around *teasing*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf I would forgive you. I know you wouldn't fucking do it on purpose. *Moved my fingers faster as I kissed her again*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *my moans grew louder as I felt myself getting close* I wouldn't forgive myself if it did happen, accident or not.. *kissed you back*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *I moved the kiss to her cheek, then her neck, back down to her chests, then sucked each nipple again as I began to move my fingers roughly.*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *I closed my eyes as I enjoyed your kisses to my neck as chest. I panted as I came closer to releasing as you continued rubbing against my clit* Don't stop.. *my moans grew louder and my breathing grew heavier as I started to cum hard from it*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *I didn't stop until she came, then I slowed my hand down to a stop and pulled them out. I sucked my fingers clean, the stood on my knees* You don't want to kill me, but you wanna fuck taste me right? *Unzipped my jeans*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *I let out a soft breath as I relaxed* Ivan, of course I don't want to kill you. Don't you think I would have done that by now? *watched as you unzipped your pants* Annnnnd, I wouldn't mind having just a tiny taste *sweet smile as I looked up at you*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *I pushed off my jeans and boxers and threw them to the side.* I don't want you to kill me either. *giggled* But I'm not afraid to die this time. *Laid back on top of her*

Annie Wilson-Vilf I promise you that I'm not going to kill you no matter how amazing your blood may be *soft laugh* I told you, I like having you around *I placed my hands around you, sliding them up your back to your shoulders*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *I kissed her shoulder as I rubbed myself against her* I like having you around too. I'm just letting you know..

Annie Wilson-Vilf *softly moaned as you rubbed yourself against me* I know, but you don't have anything to worry about..

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Smiled as I slid my hand into her hair* I'm not fucking worried. *I placed myself at her opening and entered her slowly* Now.. Fucking bite me? *began to thrust slowly*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *I let out a soft gasp them moan as you entered me* I'm just saying.. *soft smile as I leaned in and gently bit into your neck, I expected the same metallic taste but instead his blood was a lot sweeter than the guy I first fed on. I couldn't help it and bit down harder, letting out a soft growl as I continued to drink*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *When she first bit into my neck I gasped in pleasure and immediately began to thrust hard. When she bit harder, I gripped her hair and nearly came.* Fuck yeah!! *I didn't stop thrusting, I just held it in* Don't stop babes.

Annie Wilson-Vilf *I moaned against your neck as your pace quickened, even more so as I couldn't get enough of his blood. It was so sweet and intoxicating to me. I dug my nails into your back and dragged them down as I felt myself getting close to cumming again. I didn't want to stop drinking from him but at the same time I didn't want to get carried away*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *With the pain of her fangs, her walls getting tighter, and her nails digging into my back, I couldn't hold it any longer and I came hard with her.* Ohhhh Fffffuuuucckkkkk!

Annie Wilson-Vilf *I bit down a little harder as I came a lot harder than the first time. As much as I didn't want to stop, I made myself stop and removed my fangs from his neck and slowly ran my tongue over the wound*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *My body relaxed and I was panting and sweating* Shit Babes, you made me cum too fucking fast. *chuckled*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *tiredly chuckled a little* I take full responsibly for that.. It was pretty hard to not bite down that hard when your blood tastes so amazing *cute laugh*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *I let her hair go and started playing with it* You think my blood tastes amazing? Doesn't it all taste the fucking same?

Annie Wilson-Vilf I don't think it tastes amazing, it is amazing *soft smile as he played with my hair* Actually, no it doesn't tastes the same. It's weird *softly rubbed your back* with the guy I first fed on, his blood tasted like blood to me, but with you it's..different, a good different..

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *smirked* So what do I fucking taste like?

Annie Wilson-Vilf *softly exhaled* You're probably gonna think I'm crazy but you taste really sweet like *licked my lips* Angel's Food Cake, Blackberry Whisky and Sunlight.. Which is weird to me because the only that way is possible is if you were *paused as I remembered Eric mentioning fairies tasted like sunlight and freedom*.. Oh.. *pressed my lips together*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *I listened and then smiled* Oh? Oh what babes? What's fucking wrong?

Annie Wilson-Vilf There's nothing wrong.. *softly sighed* It's just the one way you or anyone would taste like that to a vampire is if they were part fairy..

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Laughed* Fuck off Babes. I ain't gay..

Annie Wilson-Vilf *gave you a look* You know what I mean *soft laugh* Not that kind of fairy, the other kind.

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Looked at her strange* Like Tinkerbell? I don't have fucking wings Babes, and you can fit me in a fucking jar.

Annie Wilson-Vilf No *softly laughed* not like Tinkerbell, plus you wouldn't be able to pull of the tutu look *teasing* I meant as in the supernatural being that can teleport, read minds, and set people on fire kind of fairy.. I'm pretty positive that you're part fairy, babe..

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Gave her the look* I highly fucking doubt that Babes, but Slick knows more about our family history, so I'll have to fucking ask him.

Annie Wilson-Vilf I could double check with Eric and ask more questions about it, but from what he told me, I'm pretty sure you have some fairy in you *soft shrug* Okay, well ask him and see. But if I'm right, you owe me.

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Chuckled* Owe you what? *kissed her neck teasingly*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *giggled* Mmm, that's for me to know and for you to find out *teasing* But I know I'm right..

(Eastside)

Todd Manning-Vilf *I slowly began to wake up*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I noticed him waking up and I sat on the couch far enough away that if I needed to get away I could* Todd? *bites my lip*

Todd Manning-Vilf *I opened my eyes completely and turned my head to look at her* Hi.. *smiled* It's me.

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I nearly cried seeing it's really him.* Hi. *Sniffs and moved closer to him* I was so scared. He just showed up and he was on top of me. *tears up and some run down my cheeks*

Todd Manning-Vilf *Soft voice* I know.. *I hugged her* I'm sorry, I tried to stop him, he wouldn't let me out.

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I hugged him tightly* He's gotten out of control. He can just show up whenever he feels like. *sniffed again*

Todd Manning-Vilf I don't know what to do.. I-I'm not letting him do it. *rested my head on hers* He won't hurt you as long as I say so.

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *hugged him tighter* I think I know what we need to do and Pete and I already agreed to it. We're having a session after hours in my office tomorrow.

Todd Manning-Vilf *Taken back* What? I didn't hear that!! *sighed* Fucking Pete blocked me. *shook me head* Why would you want to be alone with him?

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *sighs and pulls back from him* Trust me I don't want to be but I have to find out just why he's doing this. I already have some Idea. He said it's because of me. *looks sad*

Todd Manning-Vilf *Looked at her strange* Because of you? What did you do?

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *Looks down for a moment then looks back at him* Pete said he used to be out often back when we were in college and everyone loved him. *sighs* Then you met me and fell in love. Pete didn't like that you made the others for me. *tears up* The night of the Spring Fling I messed up his perfect plan of revenge by being in the wrong room. *a tear falls*

Todd Manning-Vilf *I felt bad and it showed. I wanted to cry, but I held it back* I'm sorry.. *Touched her cheek* I made the other alters to protect you.And to see me differently, then just this monster. *Wiped her tears with my thumb* The room doesn't matter. He was going to do it either way.

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I closed my eyes at his touch* I know. *sighs* You didn't mean for any of this to happen. *opened my eyes and looked at him* The only way to fix this is to go through with the session. Maybe he'll allow me to meet the others so I can get to the bottom of why he's agitated.

Todd Manning-Vilf *Shook my head* He's not going to let the others out Marty. He had them locked up.. I.. I can show you?

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf I have to at least try. *it was my turn to look at him strange* How are you going to show me?

Todd Manning-Vilf *Sad smile* I can let you into my mind. You can see around. *shrugged a shoulder* If you want?

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *thought about it* Yes I want to see. Maybe it'll help me to help him.

Todd Manning-Vilf *Deep breath* Okay.. But, you need to know that my brain is screwed up, and Pete is very... Unstable. *Raised an eyebrow*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf Your brain has always been screwed up. *teased with a half smile that faded quickly* I'm ready.

Todd Manning-Vilf *I nodded* Okay.. *I let my energy out through my hands and placed them on her temples* Close you eyes and relax.

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I watched him make his energy and tried not to flinch when he touch my temples* Okay. *takes a calming breath before closing my eyes*

Todd Manning-Vilf *I pulled her into my mind. We passed all my memories from childhood to now. Most of the were horrible, until we reached the core. There, there was an open gate we passed the gate and into a mansion. We passed the living room, went upstairs and Stopped at the door with the name "Tom," written on it. The door was locked, but we went through it.. There was a little boy sitting on the bed crying, he had bruises on his face and arms from Pete. And his room was filled with toys, video games, and football stuff. *

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I gasped as I'm pulled through Todd's memories. Some good but a lot of bad. When a mansion and a gate appeared out of no where I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Once inside we go to Tom's room. I see a little boy crying on the bed.* Oh you poor thing.

Todd Manning-Vilf *We pull out of that room and down to the door that say "Rod." We go through the door and Rod too was a little beat up. He had a shiner on his left eye. He was sitting in a chair, staring out a barred window. He looked worried and depressed.*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *Next was Rod. He looked just like Todd but he dressed more sharply and his hair was slicked back. Compared to Tom he looked in pretty good shape.* This is so bad.

Todd Manning-Vilf *We pulled out of Rod's room and the next door we stopped at was open. The door said "Pete," and we entered. Pete had some of my fantasy woman in the room with him. they we're beaten, shaking, crying, and tied up on chairs. And one was tied to the bed. Pete was sitting on his knees looking down at her. He was laughing. "Let's see what you got." He said and ripped her top open, exposing her breast. She screamed in fear. "Nice tits," he told her as he began to fondle them.*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *We left Rod's room and went to Pete's room. I was horrified but not surprised at how Pete was behaving with the women. I began to hyperventilate as he started fondling one of them.* Oh my God.

Todd Manning-Vilf *We left Pete's room and went back downstairs to the living room. Another fantasy girl was there. She was sitting in a comfy chair, reading a book. As we got closer, we could see it was Marty. Young Marty. But Pete hadn't touched her. There were no busies or marks on her. She looked perfect.*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I was all too happy to leave Pete's room. Downstairs was a girl reading a book. As we got closer I realized it was a young me.* This is a little weird. *I was shocked that with everything going on upstairs she was so calm. She also wasn't beat up like the others.*

Todd Manning-Vilf *We passed Marty and went downstairs to the basement. It looked more like a dungeon. There we saw Miss Perkins, locked in a cell. She was beaten too, but she was out cold, and not moving.*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I take one last look at the young me before we enter a dungeon.There's a lady out cold in the cell.* Oh no Miss. Perkins I presume. I'm going to help you all.

Todd Manning-Vilf *I let go of her temples and we open our eyes* So you know, all the women, besides Miss Perkins are not.. Alters.. They're just fantasy girls. *Bushed* Sorry about that. I should have mentioned it before.

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *The image fades when he removes his hands. I open my eye and looks at him* Yeah a little warning would have been nice. Especially about the young me reading a book like nothing is happening.*covers my mouth with my hand* Holy crap I didn't know it was that bad with the alters.

Todd Manning-Vilf *Raised my hand* Okay.. Look that Marty may be a fantasy Marty, but she's not for sex. *shook my head* Well, she was before the Spring Fling, but not.. *Sighed* She's.. Just.. There. That's all. For.. For.. Admiration. Not even Pete can touch her. *felt awkward* Sorry. *Looked away* Yeah, it's crazy in there right now. Pete, is taking over.

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf Uh huh Fantasy Marty. Great. *blushed a little* I'm going to do my best to fix this. God those poor alters I've got to help them. .

Todd Manning-Vilf *Blushed as I looked at her* She's my Marty. She's not afraid of me or Pete or anyone. She does whatever she wants, whenever she wants. * I nodded* Okay.. If you think you can do it, I'll back you up. Maybe you'll be better at getting rid of them than me. * cute smile*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I blushed a little redder and hid it with my hair,* Yeah um. *looks up at him* Thank you, I;m going to fix this.

(Scum Town, morning)

*I'm outside at the car, waiting for Abby to move her ass.* BABY GIRL! LET'S FUCKING GO ALREADY?? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU NEED TO DO THAT TAKES SO FUCKING LONG??

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I fed Michael and grabbed my "Slick" jacket before I headed downstairs and made my way to the door. Shaking my head as I heard Slick from outside* I'm coming, I'm coming. I had to feed Michael *soft laugh as I shut the door and walked over to you*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf Really? *Shook my head* Why does it take women so fucking long? *moved so she could climb in, since I had already opened the door for her.*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *laughed a little* Some women like to look good when they go out. We can't help that we take long to get ready *I climbed in the car and buckled myself in*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Looked down at her* Look at this.. *I lifted my shirt to show my abs* See that? Looks fucking good, right? 20 minutes every second day, and I look fucking sexy as all shit.. Feel?? *Laughed* You, 2 hours every day, in a bathroom.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I looked over at you as you lifted your shirt, biting my lip a little* Yes, Slick, you look extremely good *soft chuckle as I teasingly slid my finger down your chest* And you should know that girls have a lot more to maintain then men, which is why we need that extra two hours in the bathroom *teasing* Not every girl takes that long in the bathroom.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Gave her a half smile when she slid her finger down my chest.* Please! What the fucking dif? *Put my shirt down* You have tits and a pussy. That's it.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *chuckled* Let's see: some girls like to spend at least 15-20mins on their hair, not to mention the usual shaving, lotion, perfume, and makeup and that's like another 10-15mins. *looked over at you* Now, I'm not saying I do all of that, but I do like to get dolled up once in a while for special occasions or something.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Gave her the look* Baby Girl.. I've seen you naked, covered in sweat from head to toe, with no fucking make up on, and bed hair. You're hot. Trust me.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf I know you have and I'm happy to hear yo still think I'm hot even with bed head *soft smile* But once in a while, most girls, including myself, like to look nice. Women like to dress up for themselves from what I've gathered.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Snickered down at her* Baby Girl, we're just gonna get money from this fucker, and then go to the Burger Pit, shove a few burgers down your throat, and maybe fuck till tonight.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *soft laugh* Some women get all dressed up just to take a nice photo for social media *looked over at you* Me, I do it because some days I just feel like it regardless of where we go *soft smile* Hmm, burgers at the Burger Pit, sounds like a fun date.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Pulled my sunglasses down* Date? What the fuck is date?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf You can't be serious about that, can you? *looked at you strange* You really don't know what a date is?

Slick Dashiell-Vilf Other than it has to do with a fucking calendar, no. *Folded my arms* So are you gonna fucking tell me or what?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf I guess you've never seen a cheesy romance film either.. *softly exhaled as I thought of a way to explain n this* So a date is pretty much when a couple go out to the movies, or a nice romantic dinner, or something simple making a dinner for two at home. It's not an everyday thing, but one every couple weeks or so, maybe..

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I closed the door, after listening and appeared next to her.* And what the fuck is the point of that?? *Made a face as I started the car.*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf The point of it, is to just do something to make your partner happy and to make her feel loved. It lets us know that you like doing these silly little things for us because the guy knows it'll make us feel happy and appreciated *looked over at you as you started the car*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Pfft* Sounds fucking stupid. I mean, I fuck you all the time to show that.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Slick, just because it sounds stupid to you, a lot of girls would disagree. They like being treated to date nights every once in a while. *gave you a look* And having sex all the time doesn't necessarily mean that. Yes, it's a part of this whole "relationship" thing but sex shouldn't be the only thing to show how you feel.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Looked at her dumbfounded* Huh? *Shook my head* What-The-Fuck-Ever! It's a fucking date then. *Drove off*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf I told you: couples go out to dinner or the movies, or to a baseball game if their partner is into that. I could have easily stayed home but you wanted me to come along with you while you go collect a debt and afterwards we're going out to eat. *looked over at you* This isn't my idea of a date but it's a start. *soft shrug*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf Alright then. Shit Baby Girl, I just said it's a fucking date. I mean, if it helps you know how I feel without fucking saying it, then fine. *stared at the road*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Alright, alright *nodded a little* I heard you loud and clear *sat back in my seat* I suppose we can compromise on this "date" thing *soft smile as I looked out he window*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I took her hand in mine as I kept my eyes on the road* I can say it again.. I lo...

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I smiled a little as he held hands, It faded a little as I turned to look at you* Slick, don't you dare say it.. *I remove my hand from yours and lightly smacked your arm* As much as I like playing nurse, I don't need that happening right now or ever..

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I giggled* Relax Baby Girl, I'm just fuckin' with ya. *Looked at her for a second* You know I do.. I don't have to fucking say it.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *softly exhaled* I am calm.. *looked over at you* And I know you do, I know how you feel about me even though you can't actually say it..

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Opened my hand* Hand? *Looking at the road* I'm just sayin', I wanna help you fucking remember it. And if a date does it for ya? I am fucking in.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I placed my hand back in yours* I'm not going to forget how you feel about me, Slick. I was just saying it's nice to just get out of the house once in a while and go to the movies or something *soft smile* You don't have to impress me with a large diamond earrings or a necklace to show me that you care.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I Actually stopped at a red light to look at her* But I can do that, right? That's normal to you chicks, right?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Yeah, you can get me nice gifts once in a while *soft smile as I looked at you* It's not required but yes, that's normal or us chicks. Flowers are good gifts too., not just jewelry.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Nodded* What about fuckin' weapons? *smirked*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Weapons..aren't really given as gifts, Slick *shook my head* If we go to one of those horror conventions, maybe *soft laugh* Mostly, jewelry, small boxes of chocolates, flowers, and clothes but, no weapons.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Shrugged* How about a real heart, freshly cut out of someone's chest? *Grinned*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *looked at you strange* Maybe if I was one of those people that likes to collect things in jars, but I'm not *softly laughed* Sorry, but no human hearts in jars either.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf But... *confused* But it's a heart. Don't guys give chicks hearts?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Not actual human hearts *looked at you* Guys give girls heart shaped boxes of chocolates, but not an actual human heart.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Shook my head* But isn't a real fucking heart better than a fake one? You know, like tits. Real is better.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf No, It doesn't have to be a real heart. It could be something as simple as a heart shaped card with a cute message written inside or a teddy bear holding a heart with "I love you" printed on it. *looked at you* Real is good, but not when it comes to human hearts as gifts of affection.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Smirked* I could put flowers in it? *Teasing*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *shook my head and laughed* Goodness, no. I'll be happy with a plain bouquet, no human heart needed. *nudged you*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Snickered* Okay, no human hearts. *drove off* Not even if I clean it first?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Slick.. *short laugh* No, not even if you cleaned it, wrapped it In a pink box with a red ribbon on top *looked at you* No organs from the human body as a gift *smiled a little*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Sighed* Fine.. I fucking tried. What about a bird or some shit?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf As long as it's not a dead bird.. *looked at you* But I wouldn't want Michael to get to it and try to eat it.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Laughed* No, I fucking meant an alive... Thing..Pet.. Whatever?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Oh, good *soft laugh* As long as the animals are alive, sure. But, I'd probably want either another cat or a dog. Not that I don't like birds or anything *soft smile* I'm pretty happy with just Michael, but I'd take a cute necklace, if you're thinking about getting me something nice..

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Smiled* Baby Girl, I'll give you any-Fucking-Thing you want. You know that. Did you have one in mind?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf I know, I didn't forget I can have anything I want *soft smile* Slick, I'd be happy with any kind of necklace you'd give me, just not a real heart. It could be a simple necklace with a cute cat pendant and I'd love it. I would say surprise me, but you might bring home a necklace with a finger attached to it *soft laugh*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Laughed* I was thinking' about. *Joking as I parked at Abby's old apartment building*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *gave you a look* Remind me to never say "surprise me" *soft laugh* Just get me a little cat necklace and I'll be happy *looked up to see we were at my old apartment building*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf You coming, or you fucking staying here? *looked at her*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *looked at you* I'll go with you.. *removed my seatbelt*

(Eastside)

Negan Richard-Vilf *I sat up on my knees to take off my shirt, stared at her feet.* Fuck I love your feet Baby.

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *giggles and sits up on my elbows* My feet? *raises one and looks at it before putting it down.* Thanks I just polished them the other day. Glad you like. *sexy smirk*

Negan Richard-Vilf *After I threw my shirt, I grabbed one ankle and held her foot up to look at it* You have the sexiest little toes I have seen since Lucille.. *Played with them.*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf I don't know, I think they're kinda long. *Laughed when he played with my toes.* Stop that tickles.

Negan Richard-Vilf *Giggled* It tickles? Does this tickle? *sucked on her toes as I started down at her with desire.*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *Moans softly when he sucked my toes* Mmm. Yeah I like that.

Negan Richard-Vilf It doesn't tickle? *sexy smile*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *bit my lip and shakes my head* No it feel good. I've never had my toes sucked. *cute smile*

Negan Richard-Vilf *I slid my hand from her foot and down her leg* I fuckin' love feet. *Looked at her strange* I've never done this before? *scrunched my nose with a smile* Seriously?

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *giggles* No, never. You're the first person to suck my toes. I'll make sure to keep them pedicured for you. *smirks*

Negan Richard-Vilf *Laughed* I was sure that during the outbreak I foot-fucked you at least once? *Tickled the bottom of her foot with my finger.*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf Oh I don't think I would have forgotten that if it happened. *giggles* Maybe you did it to one of the others.

Negan Richard-Vilf *Thought about it* Nnnooo.. I'm sure it was you. *Shrugged a shoulder* Oh well, no matter. *kissed her foot.* They are perfect.

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *giggles when he kissed my foot* Thanks babe. Don't worry we'll make more foot fucking memories. *snickers*

Negan Richard-Vilf *Laughed. I put her foot down and unzipped my pants* You are the best Baby. *Threw the pants*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *smiled and blushed a little* Thanks babe and you're the greatest. *bit my lip as he took off his pants*

Negan Richard-Vilf *Quickly fell back on top of her and sucked her left nipple* Mmm.. *I began to rub against her* You mind if I do this in human form?

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *moans when he sucks my nipple* No I don't mind. *runs my fingers in his hair*

Negan Richard-Vilf *I raised my head to grab the ring on the nightstand* I just want one baby.. *smiled at her* Just one.. *I put on the ring and gasped when my heart started beating*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *Teared up with happy tears* Aww babe, I would love to give you a baby. *Once the ring was on he started to feel warm*

Negan Richard-Vilf *Cute smile* You wanna have my baby? *I was a little surprised by it. I didn't think she like the idea. Kissed her chest*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *played with his hair* Sure I do. I've always wanted kids. *smiled*

Negan Richard-Vilf I think you'll make a great mother. *I kissed her softly as I entered her, then moaned against her lips*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *Kissed him back and moaned when he entered me* Thank you. I think you'll be a great dad. *smiled against his lips and kissed him*

Negan Richard-Vilf *Began to thrust slowly* I doesn't bother you to fuck "Human," me? *Chuckled* It's been awhile..

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *Gasps ans moans when he began to move* No I don't mind at all. I love the vampire you but the human one is the one I fell in love with.

Negan Richard-Vilf *I started thrusting a little faster, entering her deeper with each thrust* That's why I don't want to turn you yet. You're perfect the way you are.. *kissed her*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *started to pant as he began moved faster* Well whenever you're ready to turn me I'm ready. *kissed him with all my love.*

Negan Richard-Vilf *I kissed from her lips to her cheek to her neck* I like the way you are. You're warm, and you taste awesome. *I slid my hand all over her body, touching her in all the right places*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *I moaned and pants as I kissed him. With all the right touches I felt my release coming. * I'm far from perfect but thanks.

Negan Richard-Vilf *When I felt her walls getting tighter I began to thrust in full force* No one is perfect, but you're pretty fucking close..

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *I couldn't hold it in any longer. My release hits hard and I cum screaming his name* Yes Negan!!

Negan Richard-Vilf *I smiled when she came, then slowed my thrusting down to a stop to give her a break. After that we continued to fuck all night, in different parts of my room and in different positions. By the end we were in front of the fireplace on the polar bear skinned rug. She was on top of me. Both of us were covered in sweat and panting uncontrollably. She came many times and her body was shaking from it, but she was about to cum again, this time I came with her.* Ffffuucckkkk! *I arched my back as I released.*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *I was exhausted and covered in sweat from all the places we did it in. I came hard with him while on the bear rug.*Oh fuck yes!!! *I fell on top of him panting and totally spent,& Oh my God that was awesome.

Negan Richard-Vilf *I smiled and held her in my arms as my body relaxed* Sometimes I really do miss fucking like a human. *Chuckled* You! You, were awesome, Baby. *Kissed the side of her head*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *Smiled when he kissed the side of my head.* Human or vampire you can fuck great in any form. *smirked as I laid on his chest*

(Southside)

Rick Grimes-Vilf *After everything was packed in the moving truck, Erica orbited us to our new home. Carl was not thrilled with the idea of us moving or that I was working for Negan, but he understood it when I explained. Plus.. I always felt that Carl has some secret connection to Negan, which he refused to talk about, but this also made it a little easier on me, even thorough I wasn't sure I like the idea of their connection. Judith was still too young to care. We arrived at our new house and I stared in awe, before I noticed the 1976 Pontiac Firebird Limited Edition Trans Am in the drive way.* This can't be..? *Look at Erica dumbfound* This is the wrong house, right? And that.. *Pointed at the Trans Am.* Is not my car, right?

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *I chuckled at Rick's reaction to everything.* Yes this is all yours. The house and the car. *looks at him* Say what you want about Negan, when you're loyal you get all the fun toys. *smirks* Welcome home Rick.

Rick Grimes-Vilf *Shook my head* No.. *Soft laugh* This can't be! We just stand one another for other's sake. He.. He.. He wouldn't give me.. Huh? *placed my hands on my hips out of confusion*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf Oh but he has. *gestures toward the house and car* All of this is given to you and will remain yours as long as you're loyal. It's also a sign of trust. He trusts you. He gave me a 67 Impala and I love it. *smiled*

Rick Grimes-Vilf *A little smile crept up, before I could notice, then my face went serious* You're sure Negan ain't screwin' with us? *Pointed at her* He really loves doin' that.

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *nods* Don't I know it but I assure you Negan is not screwing with you. He will not take anything away from you as long as you do what he says and follow his rules. *shrugs* It's that simple.

Rick Grimes-Vilf *Carl pushed his way passed us,with Judith in his arms. He loved the house and car. And went from grumpy to excited. I looked back and forth and Erica and the house and the car.* Alright.. I still don't believe it or trust it, but alright. *Headed to the car while Carl went to the house.*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *Laughed as Carl ran to the house with his sister then looked back at Rick* Believe it because it's legit. Negan is many things but one thing he does do is take care of his people. This is a nice neighborhood and my boyfriend I live just next door if you need anything.

Rick Grimes-Vilf *The windows were rolled down so I was able to open the car door. I sat in the driver's seat and found the car and house keys* I just believe that if somethin' is too good to be true, it probably ain't. ESPECIALLY.. *looked at her* When it comes from Negan. *Half smile*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *let's out a soft laugh* Yeah I'll admit that I had my doubts about him but I do trust him. And I'm not just saying that because I'm his slayer. *chuckles* So far he's kept his word and hasn't harmed anyone I love and he followed my advice to let Daryl out of his cell and let him have some freedom.

Rick Grimes-Vilf *I tilted my head* Wait.. Daryl was in a cell?

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *sighs sadly* Yes he was and he was also tortured and feed on. Then Negan found out that Darly and I are fairies and can talk to each other telepathically. So long story short, Negan saw that if he wants Daryl to trust him he had to give him some freedom. Now Daryl can come and go as he pleases.

Rick Grimes-Vilf *I climbed out of the car with keys in hand* Why would Negan all of a sudden feel that not abusing Daryl is the way to go? And why would Daryl even stay?

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *Debates about whether or not to tell him but in the end felt he needed to know.* I don't know how much you know about Daryl's past but he was abused by his father as a child. So the torture that Negan put him through was a cake walk compared to what he's been through. Negan had me read his thoughts one day and he thought his current situation was all he was ever going to be good at. So Negan set him free. He has stayed there all this time to protect you and the other people in your group from him.

Rick Grimes-Vilf *I closed the car door as I listen* I know about Daryl's father. He told me, and so did his brother Merle, before his death. So Negan just stopped when he found out, because he realized it was the wrong way to go? *Shook my head* Unreal.. *My eyes widened* So that's why he's a Savior?

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *nods* Yes Negan saw that if he gave Daryl some freedom then maybe he'll trust him. *sighs* Yeah that's why he tried to get you to leave. He's just trying to protect you.

Rick Grimes-Vilf *Sighed and shrugged* I knew there was somethin'. Daryl just wouldn't join the Saviors for the benefits. *Folded my arms* But Daryl is good now?

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *Nods with a half smile* Yeah he's good now. He gets to hunt and do anything he wants to as long as he's Negan.

Rick Grimes-Vilf *Soft laugh* Shit.. I don't think I'll ever get used to callin' myself Negan! *Looked over at Carl and Judith playing at the pool side* Carl on the other hand, that's different. *Frowned*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *giggles* It does take some getting used to. So does all the kneeling you have to do. *Looked over at the kids* Why? Has Carl worked for Negan too? *looks back at him

Rick Grimes-Vilf *I stared at Carl* No.. But there's somethin' between Carl and Negan. Some kind of fucked up connection. Carl used to hate Negan, then somethin' changed that.

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *Looks back at the kids.* Well whatever the reason maybe Negan has a soft spot for kids. *shrugs*

Rick Grimes-Vilf *Looked at her* Negan nearly killed Carl. And at first Carl was hurt by it, but he just let it go. Negan may or may not have a soft spot for kids, but that doesn't explain when Carls like Negan. And I've been tryin' to figure that out for years.

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf I could always read his thoughts if you like. *looks at Rick* It doesn't hurt and he'll never know I'm doing it.

Rick Grimes-Vilf *I placed my hands back on my hips* You can do that? *Shrugged a shoulder* Sure, you can try it.

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf Oh yeah I can read anyone's mind except vampires because they're dead. *half smile* They only things is we have to somehow get him to think about it first and then I can go from there.

Rick Grimes-Vilf *Nodded* Not a problem. Carl!! *I waved for him to come back and he picked up Judith and joined us. I smiled at him* Tell Erica how you feel about Negan. *I nodded at him* It's okay.. Tell her. *He began to tell her how cool this all was to him and why, and that Negan can be a great guy at times.*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *I smiled at Carl and Judith when they came over.* Hello you two. Glad you like the house. *As he began to talk I scanned his mind.* I see him sneak into one of the saviors trucks with a gun. He's planning on killing Negan but that doesn't go as planned and he's caught. Negan takes him inside and everyone kneels to him, then introduces Carl to his wives, tells him it's okay to look at their titties, and gives him a beer. He then takes him to his room where he makes him sing a song and show him his eye. Carl begins to cry and Negan felt bad for it because he realized he's just a kid. I dig a little deeper and Negan takes Carl back home to wait on Rick. While there Negan make s himself at home by taking off his shoes to feel the carpet, Playing with Judith, and even making spaghetti. I laugh out loud.* Yeah Negan does sound cool. *I continues to read him and see's Carl sitting on the porch with Negan while he holds Judith. Carl seems to like Negan seeing this other side of him.* Thank you Carl. I hope you enjoy your house and pool. *smiled and looked at Rick with a nod*

Rick Grimes-Vilf *When Erica nodded I nodded back and faced Carl* Here's the keys to the house, go play with your sister inside. He agreed and after he left I turned my attention to Erica* So..? What's the deal?

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *After the kids leave I turn to Rick* Well it seems to me that Carl likes Negan because he treated him like a regular teen age boy. While you were away one day he snuck off to kill Negan but it didn't go well. While he was with Negan he introduced Carl to his wives, gave him permission to look at their breasts, and offered him beer. Later he took Carl to his room and made him show him his missing eye. Negan felt bad when Carl started crying because after all he's still just a kid. When Negan took him back home he made Spaghetti for them. I think Carl believes that Negan isn't so bad after all.

Rick Grimes-Vilf *I listened to everything she said* Back then it was hard for Carl to just be a kid, and later a teenager. Around me he was always actin' like an adult. Like he had no choice. *Looked back at the house* So I guess that makes sense. With Negan he can be whom he is suppose to be. Where with me, he doesn't. *shook my head* With me, he's always tryin' to prove that he's a man. *Looked at her* Great.. So Negan gets to be the cool one? *Rolled my eyes and sighed*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *chuckles and touched Rick on his shoulder.*Negan can charm anyone. Don't be hard on yourself. You both survived the outbreak so he had no choice but to grow up fast. Now he has a chance to be a teenager for real. You're a cool dad and he loves you.

Rick Grimes-Vilf *sad smirk* I guess that is true... But that doesn't change his mind about how he feels about me and Negan. Even now.. *put my hands in my pocket* He's continuously takes care of Judith, even when I tell him he doesn't have to, instead of playing video games or watching porn. *chuckled* You know what mean? But what will he be like when he sees Negan? Will he still be adulting? *Raised my eyebrows* I highly doubt it.

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *Gave his shoulder a squeeze before removing my hand* Don't worry everything will be just fine. I think he might be a little happy to see Negan actually. You have a great family. *half smile*

Rick Grimes-Vilf *Nodded* Thank you.. I don't if I want him to see Negan yet. But, knowing Negan, I'm sure he'll eventually show up anyway. *Shrugged* Speakin' of, you better get back to him, before he calls out a search party and you find yourself on your knees, lookin' up at him. *smirked*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf Oh yeah Negan will show up to check on you for sure. *chuckled* Yeah I better get back. I'm sure I'll see you around. *smiles* Oh before I go. There's a cave behind my house. Make sure the kids don't sneak in there. My boyfriend might not like being woken up.

Rick Grimes-Vilf *Looked at her strange* O-okay, got it. I'll make sure they stay away. *Turned to head towards the house*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *nods* thanks they wouldn't want to anger a dragon now would they? *giggles and orbits away just as he turned to ask what I meant.*

(Scum Town)

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *I gave Slick Abby Savior license, the I asked if anyone in our family was supernatural. Slick told me what was going on with him and what had happened with the Hobo. The girls went to get drinks, I didn't know what to think, but at least when I got my powers Slick was willing to help me out.*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *I headed towards the concession stand with Aby to get something to drink while the guys talked* Who knew they were part fairy.. *I mutter to myself*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I gave Ivan a reassuring smile, before heading to the girls to get Abby and take her out back. She took her drink with her.*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *I sighed and went to our table to think until Annie came back.*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I sipped my drink as Annie and I headed back* Yeah *looked at Annie* it is a little weird but it'll take some time getting used to *I smiled a little as Slick walked over to me* So, what do you have planned now? *talking to Slick*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *I walked back over to where Ivan was* Is everything okay? You seem a little down about something.. *sat down*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I took Abby outside to the back* I gotta give you somethin' first..

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Looked up at her* I guess.. *shrugged* It just feels fucking weird that eventually I'm gonna be a fucking freak.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I sipped my drink as I walked with out back* Oh? What might that be? I hope it's not anything dead *looked at you*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *sipped my drink as I listened* Being a fairy can't be all bad.. And being different really isn't a bad thing. *looked at you*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Shrugged a shoulder* I don't fucking know Babes, sometimes it can be.

Annie Wilson-Vilf *frowned a little* How so? What bothers you about it?

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Half smile* Come on Babes.. Ain't it fuck obvious? People look at you like you're a piece of shit.

Annie Wilson-Vilf *tilted my head a little as I looked at you* Uh, yeah I do know what you mean.. Not everyone likes vampires either and yet here I am *soft smile* I mean, sure people will look at you differently, but it shouldn't get to you that much. It does suck, but you just gotta not let it get to you that much.

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Rolled my eyes* That's fucking easy for you. You chose to be a fucking vampire.

Annie Wilson-Vilf Being a vampire does have some downsides too, you know *softly sighed as I sat back in my seat and sipped my drink* Okay, so you didn't know that you were part fairy.. If anything, you should be mad at your dad for not mentioning it to you guys. He must have known about it and just refused to accept that about you two.

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Sighed as I sat back* Yeah I know. But I'm already pissed at him, so that doesn't fucking help. *sad half smile*

Annie Wilson-Vilf Well *I circled the rim of my cup with my finger as I thought* what would help make you feel better about trying to deal with all of this?

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Slowly grinned* You mean beside fucking the shit outta ya?

Annie Wilson-Vilf Yes *softly laughed as I shook my head* besides wanting to fuck the shit out of me, what else would make you feel better.

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Giggled* I don't know. Maybe getting fucked up on coke and beer? *smirked*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *shrugged as sipped my drink* If it makes you happy.. *finished my last sip*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Looked at her strange* Do you fucking disagree with it?

Annie Wilson-Vilf *I dumped my cup in the nearest trash can and sat back in my seat* I'm not a fan of it, but, you know, if that's what you want to do you can.. I'm not gonna stop you or anything.

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Leaned on the table* Would you rather fuck? *raised my eyebrows*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *leaned back in my seat* I don't know about right now, but yeah, I do *ran my hand through my hair* But, like I said, you can do whatever you want if it makes you feel better.

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf We.. could go home, watch some horror shit, fuck, eat, fuck some more and then repeat. *grinned*

Annie Wilson-Vilf I suppose that's a better alternative that any other option *soft smile* I wouldn't mind doing that.

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Stood up* Alright.. *Extended my hand* Let's fucking go.

Annie Wilson-Vilf Okay, let's go watch some horror movies *soft smile as I took your hand and stood from my seat*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *When she placed her hand in mind my energy suddenly came out. The color was odd. It was blue, but a blue so dark that you could mistake it for black. Unlike Slick's which was as black as the jeans we were wearing.* What the fuck?? *stared at my hand*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *I was about to turn and walk but stopped and turned back around* What? *looked down and saw that his hand was glowing this dark blueish color* That's interesting.. *softly muttered*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Whispered in her ear* Do you fucking feel anything?

Annie Wilson-Vilf *I nodded a little* It's a little weird but yeah, I do. Do you...feel anything?

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Nodded* Yeah.. It's like I can feel what you feel. *Looked at her* At least, I fucking think it's you.

Annie Wilson-Vilf Okay, that's kind of cool and a little weird.. *looked at you* Are you sure it's me and not you?

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *Nodded* Pretty sure. Unless all of a fucking sudden I love myself so much that I want to fuck myself. *smirked*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *laughed a little* Okay, now I'm convinced that it's definitely you and not me *teasing*

Ivan Dashiell-Vilf *I took my hand away as I gave her the look and my energy faded* You fucking wish? *Stuck out my tongue at her* Let's go fucking home.

Annie Wilson-Vilf What? There's nothing wrong with that *teasing. I playfully smacked your arm* As you wish.. Let's head home. *softly chuckled as I followed you out the arcade*

(Southside)

Negan Richard-Vfilf *I looked down at everyone working and they all stopped to kneel. Just then I felt Erica come in from behind me.* Don't kneel, It's fine this one time. *She stood next to me and I turned my head to look at her* I think there's enough of that going around right now. *Meaning everyone in front of me*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *I was about to kneel but stopped when he told me I didn't have to.* Yeah I think so too. *half smile as I stood next to him* Rick is settling in his new house. He couldn't believe everything was really his. *chuckles*

Negan Richard-Vilf *Soft chuckle* THAT doesn't surprise me. Rick will get used to the idea that I am not out to get him. *Waved to everyone below to rise, then turned my body to face Erica* You've had a long day, haven't you?

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *nods* Yes he will adjust soon. *watched everyone stand then looks over at him* Yes it has been a very long day but that's all part of being a slayer. *shrugs with a smile*

Negan Richard-Vilf *Smiled* Well I got you somethin'. *Leaned in* I know we're suppose to give out swords to our slayers, but you already got one of those. *Whispered* So I got you somethin' better.

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *smiled wider as I listened* Oh? I do love presents. What did you get me?

Negan Richard-Vilf *i raised a finger jesting to wait a moment and I left. I came back from my office and gave her the bat.* Here you are.. Happy birthday.. *joking*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *I waited for him to return and laughed when I saw the bat.* Holy shit that's awesome!. *took the bat from him* Thank you my creator. *swings it around then rests it on my shoulder* I love it.

Negan Richard-Vilf *Grinned* Careful.. It's electric. Just push that button. *Pointed at it*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *Lifted the bat off my shoulder and pushed the button he pointed at. Sparks began to dance around the top of the bat* Oh now that just made it even more awesome. *released the button making the electric stop* I'm going to have so much fun with this.

Negan Richard-Vilf *Chuckled* Oh I bet you will. But.. *Half smile* If you prefer another sword..? *Teasing*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *rests the bat back on my shoulder* As much as I love swords I'm very happy with this bat. Just call me Batgirl. *giggles*

Negan Richard-Vilf *Laughed* Batgirl huh? What does that make me? Batman? *smirked* I mean, he *The bat* ain't as awesome as Lucille, but he'll fuckin' do. Got a name for him?

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *chuckled* Hell yeah you're Batman. *smirks* No bat is as awesome as Lucille. I'll have to come up with a name for him. *thought about it.* Oh how about I name him, Kindness? That way I can literally kill people with Kindness. *snickers*

Negan Richard-Vilf *Cracked up* That's hilarious. And if that's what you want? Then so be it.

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *smirked* Kindness it is then. Thank you again for this. I'll use it well.

Negan Richard-Vilf *Single nod* It's the least I can do for my slayer. You worked your damn ass off today. *Leaned back* You should go home and get freaky deaky with your man, then get some sleep! Jes-us!

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *blushed a little* I would love that very much. Kane misses me when I'm gone and I am a little tired. *small smile*

Negan Richard-Vilf *I grinned* Then what are you waiting for? Get your ass home! *Kissed her forehead* And you make sure Kane goes down on you. You totally deserve that after today. *Giggled* Time for Kane to get all he can eat from your pussy bar.

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *I closed my eyes when he kissed my forehead. I blushed redder and opened my eyes at his comment* I'll be sure to tell him but he already does that. Very well I might add. *winks* If you need anything before tomorrow I'm just an orbit away.

Negan Richard-Vilf *Cracked up* There's always a good reason why a woman chooses to be with a man.. *smiled* If I fuckin' need you, I'll call. Night My Erica. *cute smile*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *bows respecfully* Night my creator. *orbits away*

Kane-Vilf *I just got out of the shower and walked into the bedroom to get my pajama pants*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *I appeared outside the bedroom door in time to see that Kane has come out of the shower. I took a moment to admire the view* Honey I'm home. *sexy smirk*

Kane-Vilf *I turned to face her* Hey Babes, how was work? *I forgot all about the pajamas and walked over to her.*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *Bit my lip as he walked over to me* Good but it's been a very long day so my creator told me that I should go home and get "freaky deaky" with my man and get some rest. So here I am.

Kane-Vilf *Looked at her strange, then laughed* Ooookayyyy.. Did he say anythin' else?

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf Oh yes he said Quote, "Make sure Kane goes down on you because you totally deserve that, It's time for Kane to get all he can eat at you pussy bar." Unquote. *snickers*

Kane-Vilf *Blushed* WOW! *Blushed more* Well, I like how he thinks? *smirked, then noticed the bat* What the hell is that? *pointed*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *giggles* I figured you would. *takes the bat off my shoulder* This is a gift from Negan. My very own bat, and when you press the button on the side. *presses it and makes electricity* It becomes electrified. *released the button. Cool huh?

Kane-Vilf *Stood back* Yeah, it's awesome babes. Just don't zap me? I'll eat at your pussy bar, promise. *joking*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *leans my bat against the wall and laughs* Oh I know you will babe. *walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him* I wont zap you this time. *teasing*

Kane-Vilf *Wrapped my arms around her* This time? *Gave her the look* I can still set you on fire, you know? *Joking*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *acts afraid* Oh no Mr. Dragon please don't burn me. I'll be a good girl. *smirks*

Kane-Vilf *I picked her up with one arm* Alright, I'll spear you. *giggled as I carried her to the bed* So.. Freaky deaky huh?

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *Held on to him as he carried me to the bed* Oh yes and don't forget the all you can eat pussy bar. *giggles*

Kane-Vilf *Chuckled as I blushed again* Right.. That too.. *Gently laid her down on the bed*

Erica Blodtorst-Vilf *Cupped his face when he laid me on the bed then kissed him with all my love.*

(Scum Town)

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Pressed my finger against her lips and removed my sunglasses* Shhh.. *Whispered* It's nothing dead. I fucking promise.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I waited until he removed his finger to speak* Okay, then what is it? *looked at you*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I smiled* It's your fucking license to do whatever the fuck you want in New York, outside of Scum Town. *Handed it to her*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *looked at you strange* My license? *looked down at it and took it* What do you mean I can do whatever I want? *I looked over the license for a moment*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Half smile* King Negan sent it. Ivan and I already fucking have ours. This means you are above the fucking law, Baby Girl.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Slick, I really don't feel the need to be above the law for any reason *short laugh as I held up the license* I don't think I'll be taking advantage of this any time soon.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Laughed* Oh Baby Girl, you're still a fucking virgin.. You'll get there eventually.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *gave you a look, I shook my head* Well, virgin or not, I don't have to do anything I don't feel comfortable with and I'm perfectly okay with that *I shoved the license in the inside pocket of my jacket*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I touched her check* One day Baby Girl.. *Whispered* One day.. You are gonna fuck somebody up, and fucking love it.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *smiled a little to his touch* Well, I'm not making any promises, but we will see what happens.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Deep breath as I put my sunglasses back on* Maybe I'll teach you how to kill, if that fuck we saw the other day, doesn't pay. *Evil chuckle*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Teach me how to kill? *softly exhaled* Okay, I really don't think it's that hard to kill someone *looked at you* And I don't think I need you to teach me how to kill.. I don't need to learn that.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Gave her the look* Really? You think it's that fucking easy? *Otis walked by, he was still healing, but I didn't care. I grabbed him and pushed him down on his knees. He was terrified. I pull out my gun and gave it to Abby, and forced her to pint it at his head* Kill him.. *Otis began to cry and beg* Come on! It's fucking easy, right?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *quietly huffed* I never said it was easy, I said it can't be that hard *I was a little startled and gasped a little when Slick gave me his gun and made me hold it on Otis. As much as I tried to pull my hand away, Slick didn't let up on his grip* Slick, stop! What do you think you're doing?! *I refused to pull the trigger*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf Oh right.. *Grinned* It ain't hard to kill someone. My fucking bad. Well, I figure.. If it ain't hard for you, then just fucking do it now and get it over with.. *Otis began to plead.*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf I'm not like you and I'm never going to be like you *I don't know why he was acting like this, I felt upset that he was making me do this* Why are you doing this? *I wasn't going to shoot this kid or anyone for that matter*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I let Otis go by throwing to the side, then I took the gun away from Abby.* To prove a point. Killing someone IS hard. It's always hard. Even for me, and I love murder. And as much as I heart you, don't you ever fucking say that it not that hard. *I put the gun away*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf You call that proving a point? *gesturing to Otis, I shook my head and looked away* You know what? Fine, you made your point. Happy now? *I was too upset with him. I couldn't deal with this* I can't be here right now.. *I turned to head back outside*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I followed after her* Hold up Baby Girl.. I ain't tryin' to fucking hurt you. I just wanted to open your fucking eyes. I never thought you were going to fucking kill Otis. *snickered* You ain't there yet.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I didn't respond to him at first, I just muttered "whatever" to myself* I'm not ever going to kill him or anyone, I told you *shook my head* I just can't do this..

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Smiled* You're wrong Baby Girl.. You can kill. *Continued to follow her* Someone just has to push the wrong button. You fucking did it before. Shit, you nearly killed my *yelled* BROTHER! *smirked* What? You didn't think I fucking knew?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I headed outside to get some air but it didn't help since I wanted to be alone* That's different than you just killing for fun *closed my eyes and let out a breath when he brought up me threatening to kill his brother* I only threatened to kill him in hopes he'd let that hobo guy out of that manhole and did I kill him? No, I didn't.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I turned her to face me* What did it feel like? *smiled* What did it feel like, when you were, or thought you were in control, and you could kill Ivan at anytime you chose, or let him live? *licked my lips* It felt good, right? The power?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I really didn't want to look at him* I didn't feel anything. I only tried to save my one and only decent friend and look where it lead me, with a missing hand. *looked off to the side* Point it, I'm not ever going to do that again.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I held her head with both hands* I heart you, no matter what you fucking do. You're right, you didn't kill Ivan, my dad did, or tried. My point is, murder is never fucking easy. You have to be able to get your mind to the point that you don't care anymore, that killing is fun, that there's no rules, that a person's life means shit. *slowly pulled her into a hug* And murder at first is hard, until you put yourself into that state of fucking mind. Which is why I love it, cause I can do that. But it's always going to be hard at first.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I wanted to turn my head away but I didn't. I took a deep breath as I listened* Okay, yeah, you made your point. It's not easy.. *I didn't hug him back just yet* Like I said, I'm not like you and I can't just make myself be that way *slowly pulled back from the hug*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Laughed* Not yet, but you will, in fucking time Baby Girl. I don't want you to kill anyone, you'll do it all on your fucking own.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *quietly sighed* I have no interest in killing anyone right now or in the next 5 months.. *closed the jacket around me then crossed my arms over it*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Soft laugh* I fucking know that. But it only takes one bad day Baby Girl.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf I've had plenty of bad days and neither one of them gave me the urge to go out and shoot someone to make myself feel better..

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Smiled* It nearly did once.. *Raised an eyebrow* You don't give yourself enough credit, Baby Girl.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I ran my hand through my hair to give myself a tiny breather* I'm not giving myself credit for that because I don't want to.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Grinned* But you should! You should take that credit. You should grow fucking from it. Be the badass you are Baby Girl!

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Slick.. *looked at him* I'm not giving myself credit for anything unless I feel like I deserve to. I'm not going to give myself credit for doing something stupid 5 years ago.. So, please stop trying to make me feel like it's a good thing because it's not and that's not who I am or will be. *softly exhaled*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Held my hands up* Okay, okay.. You don't have to fucking do anything you don't wanna. All I'm fucking sayin' is one day, you'll see what I mean. That's all.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf I doubt it, but okay *small nod, I changed the subject* Is there anything else you have to do here? *nodded towards the arcade*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Shook my head* No, I think we should go home any-fucking-ways, I have to feed a fucking dog. *headed towards the car*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Okay *nodded* That's fine with me *I watched you walk over to the car, debating if I want to get in or walk home*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf You we ain't keeping that fucking dog? He's just till I get fucking paid. *Opened the passenger's side for her.*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf I didn't need to know *nodded a little* but at least you're feeding it *walked over to the passenger side and climbed in, buckling myself in as I sat back in my seat*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I closed the door and orbited into the driver's seat* Come on Baby Girl, it's what I do, and you asked me not to hurt animals, so I gotta fucking feed it. *started the car*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf I know it's what you do *rested my head against the headrest* and I'm happy to hear you're keeping that promise.

(Later)

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *We got back home and went to check on the dog.* Shit, the fucker is still alive. Now I've gotta fucking feed it.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I followed yo to where the dog was kept. I thought he looked cute* At least he looks healthy *looked over at you* How long has he been out here?

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Shrugged a shoulder* Since we fucking got him. Why? *Looked at her*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Just curious.. *looked at the dog, he seemed friendly judging by him wagging his tail*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf Wait.. We ain't bring this fucker into the house! *Pointed at him* We already have a fucking zoo in there, with Annie's mutt and fucking Michael The Pussy.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf I never asked to bring him inside, Slick *looked over at you* And I really wish you wouldn't call Annie's dog a mutt *small smile* I was just saying, if he's going to be out here for who knows how long, he at least needs some food and water bowls for the time being.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Folded my arms* I call every fucking dog a mutt. What's the big fucking deal? *Rolled my eyes* I said I would do it, didn't I?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf That's because not all dogs are mutts. I don't even call a dog a mutt. It's almost degrading in a way *pressed my lips together* And if you wanna feed the dog you can, but I just don't like seeing a dog starve no matter its living conditions, even the stray dogs deserve food.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Grumbled as I headed towards the house* I'm getting it fuck. Hang the fuck on. I'll be right back.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Okay, I'll be right here *nodded as he headed inside. I turned my attention back towards eh dog* Hey you *soft smile as I walked over towards the dog, I held my hand out and let him smell me* I suppose you can't tell me your name huh *soft laugh as he licked my hand. I gently rubbed his head*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I went to the kitchen and grabbed at can of Joey's dog food. I opened it and threw it into a bowel, then grabbed another bowel and pours a bottled water into it, then orbited outside. I looked down at Abby and the dog* I got it. Now what?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I was scratching behind the dog's ear when Slick appeared next to me. I smiled a little* Well, aren't you a good boy *talking to the dog, I looked over at Slick and I gestured next to the dog* You can sit the bowls there for now *soft smile*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf Fine.. *I sat the bowels down where she asked* I'll never fucking understand why you love them. *shook my head*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *shook my head* Slick, I don't love him. He's not even my dog *soft laugh, the dog began eating the dog food* I just don't want him to starve since he's being held for ransom. *looked down at the dog* Sure, he's a cute, obedient, and friendly dog, but that doesn't mean I love him.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Folded my arms* Bullshit. You love every fucking animal. *smirked* Even me.. *Joking*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Okay *nodded* yes, I am a huge animal lover, but that doesn't mean I want to keep the dog. *soft laugh* And you're a different story than the dog here *laughed a little* My point is, I just don't want this little guy to be chained out here and not have any food or water. I'm sure the dog owner will do whatever he can to get his dog back, I know I would.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Snickered* How am I different from the dog? *Raised my eyebrows* And yeah, yeah, I fucking get it. Don't kill the fucking dog. Feed it.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *I thought for a moment before responding* Well, for one, I think you're way more vicious than a dog. While not every dog breed are evil ones, you just really don't care about anything that doesn't matter to you, except your family *soft shrug as I looked at you* And you know I don't want you to kill the dog, so yes, feed them, play with them, just don't hurt or kill them.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Taken back* I fucking care about one other thing other than me and my family you know?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf I'm sure you care about me as well as your family *looed at you* I meant before I came into the picture, I always figured you never really cared about things or other people. That's all.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *smiled* You better fucking know I care about you. That's all I'm fuckin' saying.. By the fucking way, I need to talk to you. *Nodded to the house*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *soft smile* Of course I know you care about me, and I care about you too *tilted my head* Oh? What did you wanna talk about?

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I headed to the house* This morning I woke up still in pain from the cuts, so I went out without you noticing. You were asleep. And I got some painkillers, but on my fucking way there. I thought about us.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *walked with you inside the house, I frowned a little when I heard you were still in pain* I hope the pain wasn't that bad *softly rubbed your arm. I couldn't help but smile a little when he said he thought of "us"* You did? What kind of things were you thinking about?

Slick Dashiell-Vilf I'm fucking fine. *Walked in the house* I got some morphine from Negan. *Headed upstairs* That fucker sells some good shit. And his V is the shit! *Shook my head* Anyways, I thought about how I could never say I ... you, without fucking myself up. And I fucking hate it.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *furrowed my brow* Morphine? You mean the stuff they use in hospitals? Is that even safe to use outside a doctor's office? *shook my head and let out a soft breath* Well, you know I don't want you to hurt yourself because you can't say you love me, I hate that rule too, but I have to be okay with it for now until you can say it freely *looked at you* I'm not in any rush for you to say it, just knowing you do makes me happy.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Shrugged* Fuck yeah it's safe. As long as you're not a fucktard and abuse it. *Walked into my bedroom* Yeah well I was fuckin' thinking that there might actually be a fucking way.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf I'm not sure I like that idea of freely using morphine, but okay.. *walked by your side* You really think there's a way to tip-toe around the rules? *looked at you* What way would that be? *curious*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Snickered* I can't tip-toe around it.. *Pulled a small box from my dresser and turned to face her* But I CAN make you a part of the fucking family.. *Opened the box* You just have to become a fucking Dashiell.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf There are loopholes to mostly everything *soft smile as I stood behind you while you pulled something out from your dresser* Wait, what?... *I looked down at the box, gasping tat the sight of the ring* Oh my god.. Slick, it's gorgeous! *looked at you then back to the box* I love it! *stared In awe of the ring, I couldn't believe he was proposing to me*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *smirked* So? Are you gonna fucking marry me or what? *snickered*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Weren't you supposed to get down on one knee or something? That's way more romantic *teasing* Of course I'll marry you, Slick *wrapped my arms around you and kisses you*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *kissed her back* and pulled away* Get on one fucking knee? *shrugged my shoulders* Take two! *I got on one knee* Better? Now will you fucking marry me?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *laughed a little* Yes, that's much better. So romantic. *soft smile* Yes, Slick. I will marry you *held out my left hand*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I looked at her hand strange for a moment, then figured she wanted me to put the ring on her finger. So, I took it out of the box and slipped it on her finger. It fit perfectly.* Can I fucking stand now?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *smiled a little as he slipped the ring on my finger* Yes,you can stand up now *smiled more as I held my hand out while I looked at the ring and how it looked on my hand. I was surprised it fit so well*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I stood up* Now we only have to wait till after the wedding and I can say those 3 words and fucking time I want. See? Problem fucking fixed.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf I didn't think getting married was your big surprise *smiled* How long have you been thinking about proposing to me? *looked at you*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Laughed* I told ya already.. This fucking morning. After I got the drugs from King Negan I went to Tiffany's. Do you know they serve breakfast there? It's fucking awesome.

Abby Dickfit-Vilf Well, yeah I know, but I couldn't guess that you were going to propose to me *soft laugh, I shook my head* No, I didn't know they served breakfast there. Maybe one day I'll go and check it out myself to see what kind of stuff they have.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *smiled* Oh shit, there goes another sold out store. *Joking* But really you fucking should. I don't know if it was because I was high, but that food was primo!

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *gave you a look* You're so funny *playfully smacked your arm* If anything I'll just get a necklace or something *soft smile* I mean if the morphine was good stuff, then yeah, maybe it was the drugs talking *soft laugh* I doubt they would sell cheap gas station food to their customers, so it's possible it was some high end food.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf Negan's shit, is always the fucking best Baby Girl. I don't know how or where the fuck he gets it, but it's always grade A shit. Like, I'm takin' top of the fucking line. Wheelchair shit. This shit will fuck you up! *sighed as I began to undress* I guess you'll have to let me know if it's the drugs or both. *Snickered* You comin' to bed with me tonight?

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *nodded* I'm sure he has his ways of getting the best things on the market. I don't have any interest in trying any of it unless I'm in a hospital *soft smile as I watched you undress* If I ever go to Tiffany's, I will let you know if the food was good or bad *looked down at my ring again* I suppose I can stay with you tonight *cute smile*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf Good, cause I wanna fuck. *Once I was completely naked I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a kiss.*

Abby Dickfit-Vilf *short laugh* Mm, is that so? *sweet smile* I'm definitely okay with that idea *smiled as I wrapped my arms around you, kissing you back with all my love*

(Southside)

**Dream**

*He was already in bed, waiting for me, and Lucille was nowhere in sight. He looked directly at me, when he felt me come in. I was wearing a baby blue silk nightgown, with spaghetti straps, which revealed my nipples through it. He just sat there watching me, seductively walking towards him. I thought to myself as I smiled at him "Why is he so freaking sexy to me now? Before the outbreak ended, the thought of him touching me made me ill. And I drank so much because of it. I even betrayed him, by helping Daryl escape, and left him. But now, since the outbreak ended, and we were given the cure, he's everything to me. He's all I want, and love. I would die for him. Even if he drained me completely, I would give him myself freely." I stopped, and stood at the foot of the bed and raised one arm to lean against the bed pole. The strap on the my lower shoulder slid down, and I tilted me head, when he shyly looked away and started to giggle. I replied in a sexy voice* What's so funny? *Bit my bottom lip*

Negan Richard-Vilf *I looked back up at her* Nothin' Baby, I was just thinkin' how fuckin' sexy you look, and what I wanna do to that body..

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *I smiled at him* Oh really? Funny I was thinking the same thing about you.

Negan Richard-Vilf Is that fucking so? *I crawled over to her and knelt in front of her, on the bed* And what would you like to do to me? *wrapped my arms around her and kissed her cleavage.*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *I bit my lip when he kissed my cleavage.* A lot of things but mostly kiss every inch of you. *sexy smile*

Negan Richard-Vilf *I lifted my head with a smile and stared into her eyes* Every inch? Well, if you do that? You might have to make a few "Stops." Giggled*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *giggled and ran my fingers in his hair* I think a I may make more than a few stops a long the way. *bits my lip*

Negan Richard-Vilf *Grinned* Alright, but umm.. First thing's, first. *I pushed down the remaining spaghetti strap, and let the night gown fall to the floor. The only thing she had on now was her match, baby blue, thong. I looked down at her body before cupping her left breast gently and squeezing the nipple.* Now we start.. *Looked back at her eyes*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *I stepped out of my nightgown when it fell to the floor. I moaned softly when he cupped my breast and gasped when he squeezed my nipple* Yes.

Negan Richard-Vilf *I took her hand with my free hand and pulled her on the bed, then on top of me as I laid on my back.* I'm all yours baby.. *Looked up at her with a sexy smile*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *I straddled his hips when he pulled me on top of him.* Yes you are all mine. *I leaned forward and kissed him with all my love then pulled back slowly and started kissing down to his neck.*

Negan Richard-Vilf *I slid my fingers into her hair and closed my eyes, loving her kisses. I was starting to get hard and my fangs extended beyond my control.*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *I continued to kiss down to his chest when I heard his fangs extend. I looked up at him and smiled* I love your fangs. They make you look even sexier. * Kissed down to his right nipple and licked it then did the same to the other.*

Negan Richard-Vilf *I opened my eyes to look at her with hunger* You like them? They don't freak you out? *I arched my head back when she played with my nipples and gripped her hair harder*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *gasped when he griped my hair hared.* At first they did but now that I know you can make your bite pleasurable they don't scare me anymore. *kissed down to his navel.*

Negan Richard-Vilf *I looked back down at her* I can bite where you wouldn't like it. It would hurt like shit! *ease my grip* But I don't believe in hurt my women, you know that.

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *I looked up at him when I got to the waist band of his boxers.*I do know that. You've never hurt any of us. I glad turning into a vampire didn't change that. *ran my finger along the waistband*

Negan Richard-Vilf Oh Baby.. *sexy smirk* I was a monster way before I became a vampire. *Shrugged my shoulders* I just think that even monster should keep a little of their humanity, just so they don't forget who the fuck they are. *Smiled at her tease* You teasin' me Baby?

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *Continued playing with his waistband* I couldn't agree more. *looked up at him* Me tease you? No why would I do that. *reached my hand inside his boxers and started stroking him*

Negan Richard-Vilf *I gasped a little when I felt her hand around me* Oh.. I know you.. You love to tease the shit outta me. It one of the many reasons I'm so into you. *Moved to her strokes and licked my lips*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *gave him a sexy smile as I continued to stroke him* You love teasing me too. *pulled his boxes off and licked the cap then placed him in my mouth and sucked him*

Negan Richard-Vilf *Smiled* Of course I do. I love to fucking tease everyone, whether they like it or not. It's fun! *Gasp louder when I felt her tongue and mouth.* Oh shit.. *Watched her* I love when you do that. It makes me wanna bite you.

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *Sucked him a few more times before pulling him out with a pop* Then go ahead and bite me. *sexy smile*

Negan Richard-Vilf *When she pulled me out with a pop I nearly came* Oh... *I sat up and at vampspeed she was lying in my place on her back with me on top of her* I thought you'd never ask.. *Licked a fang*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *Gasped when I'm suddenly under him.* Hey, I wasn't done. *smirks teasing* Bite me wherever you want babe.

Negan Richard-Vilf Too late.. You said to bite you.. *Leaned down and began kissing her neck teasingly* How about here?

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *Giggles* I did say that, didn't I? *moans softly when he kisses my neck.* Yes there. *Titles my neck to give him better access*

Negan Richard-Vilf *I teasingly scrapped my fangs against her neck* Are you sure you want it there?

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *gasped and arched my back when I felt his fangs on my neck* Yes! Do it! *ran my fingers in his hair.

Negan Richard-Vilf *I pushed her thong to the side and placed myself at her opening, then slowly entered her as I slowly sank my fangs into her neck and let out a little growl.*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *I moaned loudly when he entered me and nearly came when he bit me.* Oh yeah baby. *wrapped my arms around him while he drank.*

Negan Richard-Vilf *I began to thrust slowly at first, but when I bit harder, forcing my fangs deeper into her neck I began to thrust faster*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf **moans and pants as I rock my hips to his thrust. I claw at his back when I feel his fangs sink deeper*

Negan Richard-Vilf *I slid one hand into her hair and used the other hand to touch her in all her weak spots as I began to drink harder, continuing the pace I've set.*

Sherry "Negan's Head Wife" Richard-Vilf *I feel me release nearing as he continues his pace. He touches me in just the right spot to send me over the edge. I cry out his name as I cum.* Oh Negan! Yes!

(In reality)

*I jolt awake with a gasp. Negan is spending the night with one of the other wives tonight so I'm alone.* What a dream. *I lay back down and soon drifts off to sleep*

(Eastside)

Zack Rosen-Vilf *Marty had finished work, and assumed that she decided to walk home. She took a short cut through the park. I was there in normal wolf form, since it wasn't a full moon. The park was empty from what I could see, which gave me the liberty to watch her.*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *Since it was a nice day I decided to walk home. I made way through the park. I was deep in thought thinking about how I was going to handle Pete when he shows up next. No one was around so I could think out loud.* Let's see there has to be a way to help him. *continues walking*

Zack Rosen- Vilf *I scurried after her, I could hear what she was saying, thanks to my wolf hearing. I stopped behind a rock when I caught up to her. I figured she was talking about a patient.*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice passing two guys dressed in goth attire. Or that fact that they started following me. I continued to think out loud* Perhaps I could appeal to his better nature? *stops and makes a face* Yeah that's not going to happen. *I giggled to myself and started walking again only to be grabbed from behind and forced into some trees. They cover my mouth so I can't scream. I'm terrified. "Hey sweetness. How about you be a good girl and give us all your money." I nod and reaches for my wallet but knees the guy in the nuts but his buddy grabs me and shoves me against a tree. "Bitch! You're gonna pay for that." He pulls out a knife.*

Zack Rosen- Vilf *When I saw the guys I was about to jump out, then she kneed one of them, and I was about to leave figuring she got it under control, but she didn't. When I saw the knife I jumped out and stood in front of her with my teeth bared, growling and snarling at the two thugs.*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I closed my eyes waiting for him to cut or stab me when I heard growling. I open them to see a wolf.* What the hell? *The two thugs backed up but pulled out guns. "Look here, the bitch brought her bitch with her." They laugh and point their guns at the wolf.*

Zack Rosen- Vilf *When he called me "Her bitch," I fucking lost it. I barked at one of them forcing him to move back, then jump for the wrist that held the gun. It went off, but missed Marty and I chewed off his hand. The other final came out of shock as the one with no hand screamed in pain for help, and he pointed his gun at me.*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I screamed when the gun went off and barley missed me. I watched in shock when the wolf chewed the guys hand off. I saw the other guys point his gun at the wolf.* Look out!

Zack Rosen- Vilf *I turned and lunged for his throat. The one with the missing hand ran off hold his arm. The other fell to the ground on his back. The gun flew out of his hand. One hard bite and I'd rip out his throat. But I just held him there, growling, while he begged Marty to call me off.*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I covered my mouth in shock when the wolf took the guy down. The guy begged me to call off my dog.* He's not my dog. *The guy really stared begging and crying.* Okay, okay. *looked at the wolf* It's alright boy you got him. Let him go please.

Zack Rosen- Vilf *I looked up at her without moving my head. I thought about just doing it and not listening to her, but I didn't want to scare her anymore than I already had, and I let go of his neck and licked my lips as I sat next to him.*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I didn't think the wolf was going to listen. I sighed in relief when he backed off.* Good boy. *Looks at the guy* You better get out of here. *The guy scrambled to his feet and ran away screaming.*

Zack Rosen- Vilf *I watched him run off, then turned back to look at her. I stood up on my back paws and turned back into human form. I stood there completely nude but didn't care, since technically she's seen it, or at least felt it.* I'd never thought I'd hear the day that you call ME a "Good boy." *smirked, placing my hands on my hips*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *At first I thought he was going to do a trick when he stood up on his back paws. My mouth fell open as I watched him turn into... Zack. A very naked Zack* What the fuck?! *starts to feel lightheaded* Oh I'm going to faint. *wobbles on my feet*

Zack Rosen- Vilf Oh.. No, no, no.. *I caught her before she fell* Didn't Todd tell you what I was? *Felt awkward*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I fell into his arms and shock off my dizziness. I remembered he was naked and pulled away from him* Yeah he did but I didn't except to see you transform without me knowing it's you. Holy crap.

Zack Rosen- Vilf *I gave her a sexy smile* Really? So what were you gonna do? Take me home and feed me? *Raised an eyebrow* Pet me? *Folded my arms* I do like a good belly rub. *Snickered*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *Glared at him* Ha ha you're not funny. *sighs* Look thank you for saving me. Really, but I really need to get home. I have to prep for a patient *tries to leave.

Zack Rosen- Vilf *I grabbed her arm to stop her* I was only kidding, beside the belly rub. *blushed* I actually like that. *Looked into her eyes* I would have went back to human form before that ever happened. *cute smile* And you're welcome. *I let her go* You want me to walk you home? *Rolled my eyes* As a wolf, not a naked guy. *snickered*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *gives him the look when he stops me* I just bet you would like that. *rolls my eyes* Yeah you may walk me home. In case anyone else shows up. Wolf form of course.

Zack Rosen- Vilf You know.. I should be vulnerable one here. *smirked* I'm the one naked.. *scrunched my nose* Just sayin'.. *Turned back into wolf form.*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf You do know that the words "Zack" and "vulnerable" don't go in the same sentence, right? *smirks as I watch him turn back to a wolf* I'll admit, that is kinda cool. *Starts heading out of the park and towards home.*

Zack Rosen- Vilf *I stayed by her side all the way to her house. I sat at the front door as she unlocked it, and gave a little bark when she opened it.*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *After I unlocked my door I turned to him* Thank you for walking me home. It was very nice of you. *reaches out and scratches his head*

Zack Rosen- Vilf *I let her, it felt good, then I licked her hand to say "You're welcome." She wasn't see me as a threat, I missed it. I looked up at her with sad eyes, before bowing my head and turning to leave.*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *gave a small smile when he licked my hand. I titled my head when I saw the sadness in his eyes. As I watched him leave I thought to myself, "Maybe he's not so bad after all." I sighed and went inside my house.*

Zack Rosen- Vilf *I ran home and turned into human form. Todd wasn't there, so I got dressed, found Marty's number in Todd's home office and I called her, on Todd's office phone.*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I had just sat down when me cell started buzzing. I saw that it was Todd and answered* Hey you. I didn't expect to hear from you till later. What's up?

Zack Rosen- Vilf *Smirked* It's not Todd.. It's Zack. I just.. I just wanted to make sure that you're.. Okay?

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I was a little surprised it was him* Oh hey. Yeah I'm okay. *small smile* Thanks.

Zack Rosen- Vilf *I grabbed one of Todd's collectible footballs and started playing with it.* So.. I.. I-I-I didn't freak you out? *I hated being nice, it's not who I am, but with Marty I felt I had to be.*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf Well you did freak me out a little but I don't know once I saw it was you I wasn't too freaked out. *chuckles* And that's saying something. *got up and walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottles of water from the fridge.*

Zack Rosen- Vilf *Deep sigh* Look, Marty, in all honesty.. I'm.. I'm not a nice guy. Never was. But.. *stopped playing with the ball and looked down* I am sorry.. For everything. *Muttered* I only stepped in to help you because.. I don't know what else to do to make it right. *I put the ball back* I.. *shook my head* I don't know what I'm saying. Just.. Just forget it. You're okay, that's what matters.

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I closed my eyes as I listened then opened them* Zack I..I *sighs* Yeah I'm okay. Thanks for checking on me.

Zack Rosen- Vilf *I nodded and replied with a sad tone* You're welcome.. See ya later.. *I hung up with water in my eyes* You're such a jerk! *Talking to myself as I left Todd's office*

Marty Saybrooke-Vilf *I heard the sadness in his voice and felt bad.* Zack wait! *He hung up before I could say anything. I sighed and went back into the living room*

(Scum Town)

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I knew Abby wanted me to fuck her after the proposal, and we were about to when I heard Annie come in. I thought she was with Ivan, and I told Abby* Wait fucking here, for a second. I'll be right fucking back. *Abby agreed and I dressed quickly with my hair a "Mess," and ran downstairs.* Fuck.. *Reached the bottom* You're not Ivan.

Annie Wilson-Vilf *I was hanging around outside when I decide to come inside. I was about to head up the stairs when Slick appeared at the bottom* No, it's just me *soft smile*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *It hit me* Actually, that might be a good fucking thing. We should fucking talk.

Annie Wilson-Vilf *furrowed my brow in confusion* Okay, what would you like to talk about?

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *smirked* Come with me.. *Headed to the living room* My fucking bro has a bad habit of copying me. Especially when I have awesome fucking ideas. Which is usually the fuck case. *sexy smile*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *followed you to the living room* Maybe he just thinks you're an awesome influence and wants to be just like you *soft laugh* That's usually the case with most siblings these days.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I saw Joey on the couch and picked him up, then sat in the spot Joey was sitting* I guess, but my fucking point is, I just had the best, most awesome, fucking idea ever! *Placed Joey on my lap and began petting him* And Ivan, is totally gonna wanna do it to.

Annie Wilson-Vilf *I was about to tell Joey to get down but Slick picked him up and started petting him* Oh? It's must be one hell of an idea *soft smile as I sat on the couch* Is it safe to ask what idea that was? *looked at Joey then back to Slick* It's possible Ivan would want to join in on it, but who knows, he might not.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Looked down at Joey when I noticed her do the same.* Joey right? Joey is fucking safe with me. *Looked at Annie* I promised Abby I won't fucking hurt or kill any animals. *Raised my eyebrows* Now if that ain't commitment I don't know what the fuck is.. *smirked* Speaking of.. That was my great idea. You know how we can't tell you guys that we fucking love or care about ya?

Annie Wilson-Vilf It's just taking some time to get used to *small smile* As long as I know he's safe then I'm fine *relaxed a little as I listened* Yeah, I know you guys can't say it and I can live with that, don't get me wrong, it sucks *soft laugh* but I can live with it *looked at him* So, what was your great idea?

Slick Dashiell-Vilf That's just it. You shouldn't have to fucking live with it. I hate it. I'm more than fucking sure Ivan hates it. He's way more lovey dovey than me! So I found a fucking loophole. Sorta.. *snickered as I scratched behind Joey's ear*

Annie Wilson-Vilf Yeah, true. We really shouldn't but it's a rule that we unfortunately have to live with for the time being *nodded in agreement* Hmm, a loophole huh? *paused* Well, mostly everything does have some sort of loophole. So, how did you figure it out?

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Laughed* I got high on fucking morphine, cause I punished myself for sayin' it. *Deep breath* Any-fucking-ways, I got the idea. If the only people we can say "I love you," or care about are family, then why not just make her part of the family. So.. I went for breakfast at Tiffany's, the store, not a chick, and bought a ring.

Annie Wilson-Vilf Oh, yeah.. Another rule I'm not a fan of.. *I let out a soft breath and listened* Oh wow *looked at you* So you proposed to Abby? *soft smile* Well, that's a great way to work around the loophole. I'm happy for you and Abby. Congrats on the engagement.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Nodded to her question and blushed a little* Yeah, she's really fucking happy about it. *Looked down at Joey, whom was licking my hand* But I know Ivan is gonna ask you too. *Looked at her*

Annie Wilson-Vilf *smiled a little when I noticed him blushing. I didn't mention it* Yeah, chicks are always happy when they're proposed to *looked down at Joey and smiled a little* So, you really think so? I mean we never really talked about it much *looked at you*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Smirked* He wants fucking kids, right? He loves ya, right? *Gave her the look*

Annie Wilson-Vilf Yeah, he definitely wants kids *small laugh* and yes he does love me *pressed my lips together when I noticed him giving me the look* Okay, so yes it's possible he might propose to me..

Slick Dashiell-Vilf Ivan loves fuckin' kids. 5 years ago, he knew I was in love with Abby, but I fucking refused to fucking say it. And she cut my face. *half smile as I thought about her lady balls* I was fuckin' pissed. The last thing on my mind at that point was fucking her. And as I headed to the bedroom, where she locked herself in, Ivan yelled out "Turn that whore into a baby-factory!" *Paused for a moment* Abby was a whore at the time.. *Looked into nothingness* But.. Ivan said it, cause he wasn't expecting me to kill her. And *shook my head* I guess, in his own fucked up way, thought we would just.. forget everything and fuck our brains out. *Looked at her* And that's Ivan.. *sad smile* He too good this family.. *Put Joey next to Annie and stood up* He always has been.

Annie Wilson-Vilf Ivan did mention his love of kids *soft smile.. It faded a little as I listened to him tell me about what happened back at Abby's apartment* Oh, wow... I didn't know all of that happened back then. *looked at Slick as he set Joey to the side. Joey walked over to me and hopped on my lap. I smiled at Joey and held him* Well, I suppose he has his reasons for saying it *looked at Slick* Every family isn't perfect you know. They all have that one family member that people think are too good to be there. Things could be different now, you never know.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Shook my head* No.. Ivan really is too GOOD for this family. I mean, he's a murderer and has violent tendencies, and that's cause our dad made us that way. But.. He's not a sociopath, like me or dad. *Looked down at her* Ivan rather torture you than kill you. He likes seeing them in pain. Me..? I'll kill you without even thinkin' about it. I love murder, more than torture. Ivan won't kill unless he has to. Me? I kill for fun. *smirked* So did dad.

Annie Wilson-Vilf Oh.. So that's what you meant by that.. *looked at you* I think he mentioned that before.. Yeah, I know about you're shoot first and ask questions later way of life *let out a soft breath* Well, all of that behavior does come from what your dad did and that's just how you guys are now.. *ran my hand through my hair as I nodded a little* I can't really say much about that but I do know about most of it.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Shrugged my shoulders* It ain't important. Ivan is my bother and I love him, no matter fucking what. *sighed* And that leaves me with on fucking problem.. *smirked* You.. *Pointed at her*

Annie Wilson-Vilf Yeah *nodded* I know *Joey laid down on my lap* ..What about me? *pressed my lips together* Should I be worried about what that might be?

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Soft smile* Nah.. Not really.. *crouched down in front of her* I know you ain't never seen me look like this.. And I know that I don't look like a badass murderer like this, but.. *evil smirk* If he does fucking propose to you, and you say yes, which is 99.9 % accurate. And you hurt my brother, and by hurt, I mean break his heart, I will find you, and I will break my promise to Abby, and kill your little dog in front of you, and then I'll kill you. So..? I have a little fucking favor to ask? *soft smile* Don't make me break my fucking promise to Abby?

Annie Wilson-Vilf *Joey was now napping on my lap, I softly pet him as he slept. I listened to him, I wasn't too pleased about him threatening to kill my dog but I didn't say anything. I softly took a deep breath* Slick, I promise you that I would never do anything to hurt Ivan in any way. *softly exhaled* I care about him too much to ever do anything like that. I know you're true to your word as well as I am. So you have word that I would never break his heart or hurt him in any way.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *I looked down at Joey and petted his head* I believe you. *Looked at her* I just wanna make sure that you fucking understand, that once you're a fucking Dashiell, you're a Dashiell for life. And you won't be the first vampire I fucking kill.

Annie Wilson-Vilf *I glanced down at Joey then back to him* I know that and I do understand that. And I'm sure you have killed everything under the sun, but that doesn't mean I'm going to do something stupid that'll get me or my dog killed.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf Everything under the sun, and moon.. *half smile* You gotta understand, it's not that I wanna kill you or Joey. I think you're both pretty fucking cool. But.. Ivan is my brother. And he'll always come first.

Annie Wilson-Vilf *held up my hand* Hey, look. I get it. I really do. I know that family always comes first no matter what. *lowered my hand* I know you and I don't talk much and aren't close at all but I promise you, Ivan will never get hurt. I love him too much to want to hurt him.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *cute smile* I know.. I'm just makin' sure. *Stood up* You're actually pretty awesome in my book, and the mu.. Joey is too. Trust me, Ivan would do the same for me. It's not fucking personal.

Annie Wilson-Vilf Trust me, I heard you loud and clear *soft smile* Thanks, you're not so bad yourself *nodded* I'm sure Joey feels the same *looked at you* I know he would. Ivan would definitely do the same for you. He's a great brother to you, just as you are to him.

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *Half smile* Cool.. Than I'm gonna go fuck my girl's brains out. *Laughed as I headed out of the living room* Oh.. *Stopped and turned to look at Annie* Don't tell anyone I told you. I want Abby to have her pleasure of going nuts about it and showing off that fucking ring.

Annie Wilson-Vilf *smiled a little* Have fun up there *softly laughed as I shook my head* Don't worry, Slick. *looked at you* Your secret is safe with me *Made the gesture of zipping my lips shut* I know nothing about it *small smile, nodding in an understanding manner*

Slick Dashiell-Vilf *smirked* Good.. Cause I know you chicks love doin' that shit. *Turned to leave* I'll never fucking understand it, but I know it.. And you never saw me like this either! *Meaning my appearance. Leaves*

Annie Wilson-Vilf Don't worry, I won't tell anyone *soft smile* And I won't say anything about your appearance either *nodded* Promise *softly laughed as he left. I stayed downstairs with Joey for a while*

[withgraceandlight99]

Through the Eyes of a Child - Chapter 2/?

My hiatus fic | Teen + | Read on AO3 | Chapter 1 

William's perspective of his dad's relationship with Felicity, 'Team Arrow', and maybe a girl named Zoe. But first, there's some heartbreak and pain, because this an Arrow fic after all.

A/N: This was well-received on AO3, so I decided to post another chapter! Hope everybody likes it!

                                               ~ Nightmares ~ 

He woke up for what seemed like the thousandth time in a row, screaming about his mom. And explosions. Adrian, threatening to kill him. Tonight, he’d killed his dad and Felicity, but he woke up just before the bombs went off. It didn’t help the terror, though. Maybe even made it worse, because now the three people who cared about him were dead.

“Hey, hey!” The door flew open and Oliver ran in. He sank to the edge of the bed, his hand outstretched towards him. “It’s okay, buddy. It’s okay. Take a deep breath, okay? Breathe in through your nose.”  

William squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in a shaky breath. He’d learned a lot about this the past two weeks. He’d had a few nightmares after what happened last year, but nothing like this. These dreams made breathing difficult, and they always brought someone into his room. Probably because both his dad and his ‘something’ had good ears. Tonight, he rolled to his side and pulled his knees to his chest. Maybe his old sleeping position would, by some miracle, make the pain go away. Or at least a little bit of it.

“Would you like to talk about it?” He got asked that every night. And every night, William said no.

Tonight was no different.

Except Oliver didn’t stay quiet.

“I have nightmares a lot too.”

Did he really have to hear this right now?

“Sometimes they’re about people I’ve lost. My dad. My mom. A lot of my friends. Sometimes they’re about me being unable to do something or stop someone from doing something. Either way, I’ve thrown Felicity out of bed several times and no matter how many times they’ve happened, they’re still scary.”

He didn’t want to talk about this right now. Maybe if Oliver went back in time and saved his mom, they could, but why talk about it? He was practically an orphan with a dad he barely knew. Who loved him a lot, and that was something he was happy and thankful for, but he’d been here for two weeks, and breathing still hurt. “I don’t really wanna talk about anything right now.”

“I know, William. And I understand what you went through.”

“You really don’t.”

The nightlight gave him a good view of the sad smile on his dad’s face. “I do, and someday, I’ll tell you about all that. But it’s not something you need to hear about right now. What you do need to know is that it helps to talk about it. I spent years hiding my feelings and issues from everyone, and it created a lot of problems. Take it from me and don’t do that. It hurts, but it helps.”

“Oliver?” Felicity stepped in the room, wrapped in a blanket. She walked to the bed and put her hand on Oliver’s shoulder. Something was communicated between looks—how they did that, he didn’t know—and she smiled.

Oliver cleared his throat. “Hey, William, do you wanna go get some ice cream?”

“It’s two in the morning.”

“I know, but I know where to get some good stuff.” Oliver got off the bed and beckoned to the door. “C’mon. There’s nothing like a midnight run to the grocery store.”

This was crazy. Since when did anybody do this? But his dad wasn’t budging, so he tossed back the covers and reached for the jacket on the ground. Something in him lightened a bit, and the sounds and scenes from the nightmare faded away at the idea of doing something crazy with his dad. “We better not actually have to run though.”

“And you’re not taking the bike either!” Felicity yelled at them as they descended the stairs. “He is way too young for that!”

“Don’t worry, honey, we won’t.” Oliver winked at William and pushed him out the front door. “We actually aren’t, because for one, I won’t ever escape her wrath about that, and two, I only have my Green Arrow bike here, and that wouldn’t be great to ride around.”

“Because not many people know you’re him, right?”

“More people than I’d like to admit, but most of them are friends and family.”

He’d met a lot of them. At the funeral. Though most of their names just blended together into a bunch of people who were sad for him. He didn’t really remember much of the past weeks. Lots of crying, and being angry. It was hard to do anything else except think about his mom.

But maybe for a few minutes, he could think about something else.

“What kind of ice cream do you like?”

“Really anything.”

Oliver shot him a look. “Oh, c’mon, bud. Everyone has a favorite ice cream. Even I do.”

“Okay, fine. Mint chip. Mom used to hate it, because apparently it has a weird taste, but…”

“Felicity can eat an entire thing of it, so we can get that. You might have to arm wrestle her for it, though.”

“Could I pay her off?”

Oliver let out a laugh. “No, she’s richer than I am, so I doubt you could do that.”

“How is she richer than you?”

“Because she is a lot smarter than I am.”

“I can see that.”

“Hey!”

William grinned and bounced in his seat a couple times at the sight of his dad’s face. Hurt. It almost looked real, except for the tiny smile that threatened to break into a laugh at any moment. “Hear me out for a second, though. She tells you who to go beat up, and you go and beat them up. It’s clear who’s the smart one.”

“Very true.” He nodded, and went silent for a few moments, before he looked at William in the passenger seat. “How’d you get so smart?”

“My mom maybe? But I’m eleven. I’ll be twelve in a few months.” He tried to ignore the rush of pain as he realized that his mom wouldn’t be here to celebrate his birthday. Ever again. “I’m not a little kid.”

“I’ve put that one together.”

They rode in silence the rest of the way to Walmart. As he stepped out, William caught Oliver sliding a gun inside his jacket. It should’ve been a repulsive idea to him, but with a gun and his dad next to him, he would stay safe.

Maybe this was his life now.

A year and a half ago, he liked playing with the Flash and Captain Cold and flying kites. Then a man named Malcolm Merlyn took him to a house with a nice girl who liked action figures as well. It hadn’t been too scary until afterwards, when his mom explained to him that he was Matthew now, not William. It was like he didn’t realize the danger that they were in until then. But she never explained why. Only that it was probably because of an old friend who had a tendency to get angry. Which, thinking about it now, was a big lie.

But he’d started living as Matthew and it wasn’t too bad. His Green Arrow action figure still sat on its special shelf, but now it was different. The man – whoever he was – had saved his life. He still played with him every now and then, but he couldn’t get himself into it. Not when everything seemed so much more real.

And now he knew why that man saved him. Granted, he would’ve saved anybody, but he did everything he could to get him home, and that guy turned out to be his dad.

He didn’t want to play with that action figure anymore.

The Green Arrow was a person.

Along with the Flash, and even the bad guys. They lost people, and they cried. A lot. And sometimes they had nightmares.

Just like normal people.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

William shook himself out of his trance and looked up at Oliver. “Nothin’.”

“You know you can talk to me, right? I know I haven’t been in your life but—”

“I know. But I’m thinking about you right now, and you probably wouldn’t want to talk about that.”

“I’m okay talking about myself.”

“Okay. Then what happened to your mom?”

Oliver sighed.

“You don’t have to tell me exactly what happened, but I just want to know. Please?”

“She was, uh, murdered. By a man named Slade Wilson. And yes, that’s all you’re going to get.”

Which he was perfectly fine with if he didn’t know that Slade Wilson was on the island. According to the conversation he overheard on the way home, that man died trying to protect his mom. Was anything about anything uncomplicated? “Didn’t he…?”

“We’ll save that conversation for a later time. For now, ice cream.” Oliver opened the freezer doors and pulled out two things of mint chip, put them in William’s arms, and turned back for more.

“Are you sure we need more than two?”

“Do you doubt me?”

“A little bit.”

Oliver chuckled and pulled out two more tubs of ice cream. “Eventually the team will come back from a much-needed break, and they’ll all be happy that they have this to eat. Because most of them can’t cook.”

“Felicity’s a good cook, though.”

His dad’s eyebrows shot up. “Where’d you get that idea?”

“The food…I don’t really remember much but the food has been really good.”

“That’s actually been me cooking.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah,” the word came out in a laugh as they walked towards the checkout. “That was me.”

“I didn’t know you could cook.” Duh. It wasn’t like he knew him much before this week. Oliver had come a lot last year, but they’d always played action figures and a few video games. He was super good at that, but it never crossed his mind that that food wasn’t Felicity’s handy work. Which led to a bigger question. “So…can she cook at all?”

“No.”

“That’s kind of a definite answer.”

“Well, she’s hopeless, so…”

 Half an hour later, Oliver set three bowls of ice cream on the table and sat down next to Felicity, who still wore a blanket around her shoulders. William reached for the spoon but stopped when she cleared her throat.

“Honey, do you think that’s enough ice cream?” The words were laced with sarcasm.

Oliver leaned forward to look at William’s bowl and shrugged. “I was about to put more in there.”

Felicity narrowed her eyes.

“I’m kidding. I promise I will never serve that much dessert again. But it’s a special occasion, so we’re having extra. Plus, all of us need to eat more.”

It wasn’t like he’d eaten much lately. William nodded in agreement and started eating. When Felicity still didn’t look convinced, he raised his spoon. “I need it.”

“See? He agrees.”

 It was three-thirty when they finished their ‘food’. William stared at the stairs leading to his makeshift bedroom, his stomach knotting. He didn’t wanna go back up there. That’s where pain happened and where his mom died every night. He glanced at Oliver, who was watching him from the kitchen. “I’m not really…I’m not really tired.”

“I assumed you’d say that. Thankfully, I’m what Felicity calls a ‘night owl’, so I’ll stay down here with you. We could watch a movie.”

“It has to be something that isn’t scary.”

“Well, thankfully,” he flipped on the TV and clicked on Netflix, “Curtis doesn’t like anything that isn’t sappy or a children’s movie, so we have plenty of options.” He glanced at him, questions in his eyes. “I-I don’t really know what kids your age like to watch. You can pick.”

“Despicable Me?”

“What is that?”

“You’ve never watched that one?”

“I-I’ve…never really had a kid before.”

“Well, we gotta watch it. C’mon.” He hopped onto the couch and pulled the blanket over his lap. Oliver took a seat next to him and set his feet on the coffee table. As the movie progressed, William looked up at his dad who was staring at the TV screen, but, at least from his deadpan face,  not actually watching the movie. “Hey, about that nightmare tonight?”

“What about it? “

“It’s not just about this one. All of them have been about Adrian and my mom dying. But tonight, he killed you and Felicity too. He broke your necks.”

Oliver flashed him a sad smile. “Thanks for telling me.”

“I miss her a lot, Oliver.” He didn’t want to cry during one of his favorite movies, but he couldn’t stop himself like some people. “I miss her so much.”

“I know, buddy. It gets easier, though. I promise.”

He sat there, tears running down his face, trying to put himself back together. But his dad clearly had. Several times, actually. His mom and dad died, and some friends. Who knew how many there were? So he knew how to somehow be okay again. “What do you do?”

“When life really, really sucks?”

“Yeah.”

Oliver shrugged, his eyes wandering to the photos on the counter. William had looked at them a few times. One was of his dad and Thea, another one of Oliver and the guy named Dig at a wedding. But the best one was the one of him and Felicity. Clearly she was there for him the most when life really sucked. “I guess…it takes a while to figure everything out. It’s not always easy, but there’s some happy times. The trick is to go straight to the people you love the most because they can help. And William, I’m sorry if you don’t get that—”

“No, you have.” If there was anything he needed to say, it was that. “And I’m glad that I’m here.”

That made him smile. Oliver shifted on the couch and gestured to the TV. “Wanna finish the movie?”

When he woke up several hours later, wrapped in a cocoon of blankets with the coffee table pushed up against the couch so he wouldn’t fall off, he closed his eyes again and smiled. Just a little bit. Because this was the first time since Adrian kidnapped him that he woke up without a nightmare.

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“Didn’t Know it was Love” -Survivor

“Didn’t Know it was Love” -Survivor

Author: Kennedy

Characters: Fem!Reader and Steve Rogers/Captain America with Sam Wilson/Falcon

Story: Steve realises his feelings for the reader as it’s too late

Rated PG: light language and kissing

“Didn't know it was love. Didn't know it was fate. Didn't know it was destiny callin'. Tell me it's never too late”

“Alright, take five!” Steve called to the men, who let out a collective sigh of relief the moment her turned his back again.

Sam jogged up, sweating and panting, and asked, “What’s going on, Cap?”

“What?” Steve frowned to himself but didn’t look up from what he was doing.

“You’re working the troops pretty hard today. Kind of makes me think your mind is elsewhere.”

“Nope,” Steve straightened and smiled stiffly. “Just trying to get everyone back in shape.”

“These are some of the most highly trained agents out there. They’re always in shape and combat ready, I guarantee.”

“We don’t know what’s gonna come after us out there, Sam,” Steve said as he began walking back to the office. “With everything going on we have to be ready for anything.”

Sam followed him and closed the door; “There hasn’t been a peep out of anyone in months.”

“Exactly. A storm is coming.”

“Bullshit.”

Steve looked up, surprised.

“Bullshit,” Sam repeated boldly. “What’s on your mind?”

Steve looked at Sam’s crossed arms and expectant look. He felt his resolve slipping, and knew that even is Sam let it go now, he would still suspect deep down that something was up.

“(Y/N) left this morning.”

“Wasn't blind to the magic, you think I'm so tough. Turning back on the thunder just ain't good enough”

(Y/N) dragged her suitcase over the curb and swore quietly as the crooked wheel once again caught in the cracked pavement. The Uber driver had already pulled back into the carpool lane, leaving her to pull the crappy luggage up to the desk to check into her flight. The man at the counter hardly even noticed her beyond checking her passport and pointing her to the escalator. The closer she got to actually leaving, the more unceremonious and wrong the whole trip felt.

(Y/N) had been a part of an internship with her brother’s old business associate, Tony Stark, for the past two years. It wasn’t an official program, actually; more of a favor from her brother. And (Y/N) couldn’t turn down a chance to be in New York! Stark had set her up in a fancy apartment within walking distance of the Avengers headquarters where she had done all her work. She had met the whole team and became fast friends with quite a few of them. She and Wanda spent all their free time together, she had coffee with Clint at least once a week, Sam became her greatest confidant, and Steve…

She stopped at the coffee shop near her gate and got into line, shaking herself lightly to erase the tightness that crept into her chest.

“Was I too blind to see, when push came to shove. You were all that I needed, didn't know it was love”

Sam took a seat across from Steve, his expression shifting from concern to clarity.

“Did you say goodbye?”

Steve shrugged.

Sam had to bite the insides of his cheek to keep from sounding too harsh; “You didn’t even say goodbye?”

“In light of recent events, I thought it would be wise to keep things professional. I said goodbye when the rest of you did.”

Sam considered him thoughtfully. He was at a loss for what to say. It was too late now to fix everything that had occurred between his friends. (Y/N) had recounted the events over coffee one day after work.

It had been obvious to her from the first time they met that she was madly in love with Steve Rogers. How could someone not be? It wasn’t the most convenient thing, as she kind of worked for him and he spent so much of his life stoically stashing his emotions. But it was how she felt from day one. She did a surprisingly good job of hiding though. From everyone but Sam, that is.

When he confronted her the first time, she immediately came clean about everything. From there it was a little easier to go through the days with that secret. Eventually, of course, Sam started to notice Steve had changed too. He trusted (Y/N), was more himself when she was around. He made more of an effort to be gentlemanly and stayed late from training to talk with everyone when (Y/N) stopped by after finishing up her work for the day. But something was holding him back.

It took (Y/N) until about a month ago to even confront her feelings and confess them. It was after an evening of training and she and Steve had been the only ones left in the tower. Even Tony had gone home that night. Up on the balcony, in the lights of the city, it was Steve who had realized his sudden change of heart. It had been the first time he’d felt this way about anyone since Peggy. In a moment of weakness he had leaned in and almost let himself kiss her, then at the last second come up with an excuse and left without an explanation. After that it was all business.

“What are you doing?” Sam broke the silence. “That girl is getting on a plane. She is leaving.”

“I know.”

“Do you…?”

“Sam, she’s-” he gestured vaguely. “And I’m-”

More gesturing.

“An idiot?”

Steve shot him a look; “I couldn’t be the reason she left.”

“You were the reason she stayed, Steve.”

“I was lookin' for trouble and the thrill of the chase. Love was lookin' at me eye to eye, face to face”

After a long struggle with crowds and the broken wheel and a ticket snafu and a delayed boarding time, (Y/N) was finally on the plane, wedged tightly between a sweaty business man and a woman with a very irritable infant. With her elbows pinned to her sides, (Y/N) pulled her phone up and typed a quick text to her brother to let him know she was on. Then she let out a sigh.

It felt strange to be going home. New York had come to feel like home during her time there. But her work with Stark had come to a turning point, and she had the choice to either take a permanent position or end her time there. She had gone up to the roof to think about all this the night that Steve had stayed late to train, and the two of them had ended up alone together late that night. Mostly they had talked about the usual spectrum of things, but somewhere between the pressure of her big decision and the way the city lights highlighted Steve’s handsome features, (Y/N) had found herself leaning in to kiss him, not even thinking about the consequences or how he might react. As it was, he had reacted badly. He immediately dodged the kiss and left her alone, feeling stupid and humiliated. And after that he hardly spoke to her outside the usual office chat.

The woman next to her shifted the baby so that he was pressed against (Y/N)’s arm, while the mother bent down to rummage through the diaper bag under her seat. The baby’s unhappy whining pierced (Y/N)’s ears like needles but she attempted to smile at him. The man on her other side turned the page of his magazine and in the motion, elbowed her arm farther off the shared armrest.

“(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)?”

She glanced up miserably at the source of the voice; a uniformed military officer.

“That’s me?”

“Come with me, ma'am.”

“Um, is everything okay?”

“Just come with me, please.”

(Y/N)’s pulse quickened as she stood. As she reached up into the overhead for her bag, she missed the momentary flash of the SHIELD badge under the officer’s jacket.

“One touch should've told me, try and understand. Love was always a long shot to a gambling man. With a roll of the dice, girl I threw it away. Now I'm thinkin' 'bout you day and night, night and day”

“What?”

“Her internship was only for six months. She chose to stay because she was in love with you,” Sam said matter of factly.

“Where are you getting this…?”

Sam looked at him flatly; “It’s obvious.”

Steve stood up from his chair and started to pace. Outside, the troops were starting to wonder what had happened to their afternoon of training.

“Okay. So you misread the situation,” Sam continued.

“Misread the sit- Sam, I let her go!”

Sam stood too; “Okay.”

Grabbing his jacket, Steve said, “Tell everyone to go home.”

“Where are you going?” Sam jogged after him past the bewildered crowd of agents.

“To the airport.”

“Those crazy nights on the borderline. Did my best to cut myself free. Stood alone, just a prisoner. Never knew you were holdin' the key”

(Y/N) walked between the two officers through the airport with her heart in her throat. Neither had taken a moment to explain what was going on and people were throwing nervous glances her way as they passed. It felt like forever before they finally stopped, leading her through the gate and out into the departure area where the arriving flight passengers were greeting their loved ones.

The man on her left had been carrying her suitcase, but he set it down here and said, “Wait here.”

Then they left.

“(Y/N).”

She turned back to face the doors, eyes widening at the sight of Steve standing with his hands fiddling nervously with the edge of his coat.

“Steve? What… why are you… who-” she pointed between him, the doors, and the receding figures of the two officers.

“Don’t go.”

(Y/N) looked at him, totally bewildered.

“Don’t leave New York.”

“Um,” she cleared her throat. “My internship is up.”

“I know. But it has been for a year and a half.”

“How did you-” she frowned. “Dammit Sam.”

“(Y/N), why are you leaving?”

She searched his expression, trying to funnel all her thoughts into a coherent statement; “There’s nothing left for me here.”

“There’s the job. Your friends. Your apartment,” Steve took a breath. “Me?”

“You?”

Steve stepped in a little closer and nodded; “That night, on the roof? I started to kiss you, and it-”

“Hold on,” she held up a hand to silence him. “You kissed me?”

He looked lost; “What do you mean?”

“I tried to kiss you. That’s why you left. I overstepped the boundary and it made you uncomfortable. Right...?”

“No.”

And that was all he said before closing the space to take her face in between his strong hands and kiss her, amidst all the reunited lovers and families in the airport. The kiss was lasting, a surprising move for the modest super soldier. But it was perfect.

When he finally found the willpower to pull away, he quietly repeated, “Don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she breathed.

“Didn't know it was love. Didn't know it was fate. Didn't know it was destiny callin”