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Rating: Teen and Up (very light sexual themes, some fodlan-induced internalized misogyny)
Fandom:Â Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Relationship(s):Â Dorothea Arnault/Petra Macneary
Words:ïżœïżœ7.3k (complete)
The night before Petra's coronation as Queen of Brigid, Dorothea reflects on their love, their friendship, and the life they're building together.
#fe3h#fire emblem#dorothea arnault#petra macneary#doropetra#was gettin this out the door in such a hurry that i forgot the summary LMAO#will need to proofread this again later but ain't bad for having knocked it out in five-odd days. practically a new record for me#got reeaaaaaally sappy in the notes oops#it's been a crazy year y'all i'm in my feels#also tomorrow is my anniversary with my lady love so i will be afk :0)#unless she demands to see more hubert. which is possible.#she's basically the reason hpnd came back when it did so y'all have her to thank#she's been askin me about that lil guy for WEEKS#i love women. i love bein gay
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Kalim and the Great Relationship Rescue [Twst] [Kalisil + Jamiazu]
[Ao3 Link]
Chapter: 1/?
Word count: 1165
Summary: Kalim makes it his mission to help Jamil fix his relationship with Azul - even though Jamil never asked for his help in the first place. He enlists the aid of his trusted friend and classmate, Silver, as well as their fellow schoolmates, to ensure success. After all, the chilling tension between Jamil and Azul is really throwing off everyone else's mood, so something has GOT to change, and fast. Surely the power of persistent friendship and the minds of several devious teenagers coming together can lead them to success⊠Right?
âHey, Floyd! You guys have a basketball game tonight, right?â
âSure do! Why? Donât tell me Sea Snakey forgot to tell ya?â
Silence.
â...Hellooo?â Floyd called through the phone. âSea Otter? You drop the phone in the toilet or somethinâ?â
âNo, no, sorry! Iâm here⊠itâs just, uh⊠I think Jamilâs a bitâŠâ
Kalim paused and looked over at where Jamil was laying in a prone position on the bed, arms wrapped tightly around a pillow, face buried inside, muffling his voice as he let out a frustrated scream.
â...Stressed?â
Kalim could hear Floydâs amused laughter in response on the other end of the line. âHey, maybe heâll make more interesting plays tonight with that kind of energy on the court, heheâŠâ
Maybe Floyd was right. Maybe basketball would be a good distraction for Jamil right now! It was a physical outlet - and dancing always made both of them feel better, so surely basketball would have a similar effect. Maybe all Jamil needed was to play a really intense game with his supportive teammates, and heâd cheer up.
âYeah, good point! I look forward to seeing you guys play. Are Jade and Azul comi-?â
Kalimâs question was abruptly cut off by another loud, angry, and strange combination between a sob and a shriek from Jamil against his pillow.
âOh! Uh,â Kalim moved the phone away from his mouth and frantically turned around. âSorry, Jamil! I was just asking Floyd about your basketball game tonight. Youâre⊠still going, right?â
Jamil only responded with more muffled screams.
Kalim took that as his cue to leave, quickly hopping up from the edge of the bed and scooting towards the door. âOkay! Iâm gonna let you have some alone time, and⊠Um, I'll come get you when itâs time to go to the game, alright?â
âJust GO!â Jamil shouted, lifting his head just long enough to get those words out before immediately flopping his face back down and resuming his wails of disgruntled anguish.Â
âRight! Got it! See you later!â
Kalim hurried the rest of the way out of the room and shut the door behind him. He sighed, and put the phone back to his ear.
âSorry about that, Floyd. Are you still there?â
Floyd, again, responded with laughter.
âSure am! Sounds like Sea Snakeyâs definitely gonna play an interesting game. Iâm gettinâ fired up just thinkinâ about it!â
Kalim sighed. âMan, I really hope it helps him feel better⊠Howâs Azul holding upâŠ?â
âOh, terribly. But what else is new, right?'' Floyd said, though he did not sound particularly concerned about the matter. âI mean, heâs insistinâ itâs fine and all, but heâs an awful liar when it comes to feelings - especially feelings about Sea Snakey. He keeps pretending to be busy and holing himself up in his office, snappinâ at people that bother him too much.â
Kalim made his way down the hall and into his own room, flopping down onto his back on his own bed. âOh no, really? Thatâs awful!â
âEhh, he ainât actinâ super different from regular cranky Azul, really. Probably most of the Mostro Lounge employees wouldnât be able to tell the difference when heâs in âbusiness modeâ on the clock. Me ân Jade see right through him, obviously.â
Kalim sighed and started fidgeting with the corner of one of the many pillows covering his bed. âWell, at least you and Jade are there to support himâŠâ
âHeh, sure.âÂ
A door could be heard opening on Floydâs end, followed by what sounded like Jadeâs voice.
âMâkay, I gotta run, Sea Otter. Jade and Iâll try and pull Azul out of his wallowing to the game tonight, but no promises!â
âYeah, alright⊠See you later, Floyd!â
The line clicked and went quiet, and Kalim rolled over on his stomach to open his texts. He scrolled through the long list of conversations heâd had throughout the day, and tapped Silverâs name.
Hi silver! Wanna come to the basketball game w/me later? You can come over 2 my dorm and hang out til then if ur not busy!
Silver texted back a few minutes later.
Okay. I will be there in a few minutes.
Kalimâs face brightened, a feeling of relief washing over him at Silverâs prompt reply. He didnât know who else would be at the basketball game, but at least he could count on Silver to keep him company in the stands.
Moments after sending the text, Silver arrived at Kalimâs room and took a seat beside him on the edge of the bed.
âIâm so glad youâre here, Silver!â Kalim exclaimed, rolling over to face Silver with a distressed pout. âI donât know what Iâm gonna do about Jamil!â
âIs he still having a hard time with his and Azulâs breakup?â Silver asked, straightforward as ever.
âYes!â Kalim wailed. âHeâs completely miserable, but he doesnât ever want to talk about it when I bring it up, so I just donât know what to do to help!â
âPerhaps he needs more time,â Silver lightly suggested. âI imagine heartbreak is not an easy thing to experience. My father often says that âtime heals all wounds,â after all.â
âMaybeâŠâ Kalim sat back up and scooted over beside Silver. âI just want to help him feel better sooner, yknow?!â
Silver nodded in silent understanding.
âThey were so in loveâŠâ Kalim continued. âJamil smiled more after you all came back from that trip to Fleur City⊠More than Iâd seen him smile in years. And⊠And I refuse to believe itâs truly over!â
Kalim stood up, followed by a confused Silver.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI think thereâs still hope! And I think theyâre still in love!âÂ
Silver tilted his head. âReally? But then why would they break up?â
âI⊠donât know!â Kalim sighed, furrowing his eyebrows. âBut I do know it has to be a mistake. I think if they just gave each other a chance to talk it out, theyâd understand each other better. Then maybe they could make up!â
Kalim headed to the door, Silver following behind.Â
âI have to find a way to help them. I donât know how, but⊠Jamil is my best friend!â He glanced down with a sullen expression and sighed again. âI owe it to him to try and help him find that happiness againâŠâ
Silver nodded again. âThat is a noble cause, and really nice of you, Kalim. Iâll help you however I can.â
âReally!?â Kalim halted his stride to turn and face Silver, eyes wide.
âYes. Jamil and Azul are our friends. I donât want to stand by and watch our companions suffer if thereâs something we can do to lessen their anguish, and you would know better than anyone if there was a way to help Jamil. I trust your judgment.â
Kalimâs face relaxed into relief and delight. âOh, Iâm so gladâŠThank you, Silver! I donât have a plan yet, but Iâm sure you and I can figure something out between the two of us!â
Really, how hard could it be?
#twisted wonderland#twst#jamiazu#kalisil#kalim al asim#silver twst#jamil viper#uhh. azuls not in this chapter yet lol#whawtever thats enough tags#cereal writes#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ok bye#more info in the ao3 links' notes đ
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Kiss & Make Up
Summary: Bianca finds out that her friendâs parents are getting a divorce. Could her own be next? Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Bianca Barber
Warnings: Fluff, Concerned Bianca, Mentions of Arguing, Smut (implied), Minors DNI
A/N: Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Part of my Growing Pains Series. Not betaâd. Semi-proofread. All mistakes are my own. Thanks for reading.
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âBusy day tomorrow?â You ask your husband as you climb into bed. As usual, you were wearing a pair of sleep shorts and one of his t-shirts.Â
âActually, I think itâs gonna be a pretty light day.â He responds as he continues to iron his light blue dress shirt. âYou wanna do lunch, baby girl?â
âDunno.â You pretend to think as you swipe through your phone. âIâm going to have to check with my assistant, maybe move some things around on my calendar.â You hear Andy chuckle. âUgh. Iâd hate to have to reschedule laundry, but I think you're worth it.
âWell, thank you for clearing your calendar for me. Iâve never felt more loved.â You let out a snort when he rolls his eyes.Â
âYouâre welcome, Andy Bear.â You chirp as you snuggle under the blankets. âWhere do you wanna go? Also, hurry up so you can come snuggle with me. Itâs hard to keep warm in such a big, empty bed.â You give your Big Man your best pout.Â
He just smiles and shakes his head. âOne more shirt, little love, and then Iâm all yours. And how do you feel about burgers? Thereâs this new place about fifteen minutes from the office thatâs supposed to have a killer bison burger and -â
âMama? Daddy?â Whispers a little voice. Sitting up, you spy your oldest baby, Bianca, hovering just outside your door.
âItâs late, honey. Whatâs wrong? Why arenât you in bed?â You turn and check the clock which reads 11:03pm.Â
âI need to talk to you.â She looks down at her bare feet. âPlease.â
âOkay, come on in, Bianca Boo.â Andy replies, setting down the iron.Â
âCome sit up here with me and talk to us.â You tell her as you pat a spot next to you on the bed. Letting out a soft sigh, she does just that as your husband walks over to join you both. âWhatâs going on?â
âItâs just that, umâŠâ She wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand. âDaddyâŠare you and Mama gettinâ a divorce?â
Huh? Say what?
âA divorce?â You and Andy repeat at the same time.Â
âOf course not, baby.â Your husband murmurs, clearly just as shocked as you are by her question. âWeâre never getting a divorce. Not now, not ever.â
Wrapping your arms around her tiny waist, you lovingly pull her into your lap. âWhy would you think we were getting a divorce, BiBi?â You rest your head atop her bonnet covered curls.Â
âBecause Carly Masonâs parents are getting a divorce and she was crying about it at lunch today. She has to move and everything, and even go to a new school and stuff.â
âOh, baby, Iâm so sorry. But Iâm sure youâll still be able to see her outside of school.â
âItâs not that. Itâs more like, um, she told me her parents used to argue a lot. And you and Daddy were arguing the other day about groceries and the credit cards and you slammed the door super hard when you went outside and Daddy slammed the door super hard when he went into his office and -â
âOkay, okay.â You gently cut her off, knowing that your sweet girl had a tendency to ramble when she was upset or nervous, just like you. Your eyes stray towards Andy as you try to figure out how to continue.
He lets out a sigh as he attempts to collect his thoughts before speaking. âFirst of all, BiBi, your Mama and I are sorry that you saw us arguing like that.â
âYes, we are.â You agree. âI think that Daddy and I both were just having a rough day.â
âUh huh. Your Mom sent me to the grocery store with a list, and somehow I still forgot to get a bunch of things. Although, if I may, Iâd like to blame A.J. and KitCat for that fiasco, because they kept making me laugh.â Andy playfully waggles his eyebrows at his little girl. âWhich is why the three of us arenât allowed to go shopping together anymore.â
âThey sure arenât. And Mama forgot to pay a bill. See, I thought I had it set to auto-pay, but I completely forgot that I received a new debit card in the mail and hadnât added it to the account yet. So we had to pay a late fee. But itâs all fixed now.â You flash them both a smile.Â
âOh, okay.âÂ
âBut we shouldnât have gone around slamming doors like that. I mean, itâs only natural that parents argue sometimes, but that wasnât very nice of us. Especially not in front of you guys.âÂ
âNo, it wasnât.â Andy murmurs. âWhich is why we apologized to one another as soon as we calmed down. Weâll try to do better sweetheart, but I canât promise you that your mother and I will always agree on everything.â He presses a kiss to one of her small hands.
You begin lightly rocking your baby back and forth. âDaddyâs right, but what we can promise you is that weâll always kiss and make up.âÂ
âOh, gross!â She grunts as she scrunches up her little face. âNo kissing. And no divorce. I donât wanna move.â
âYou got it, kid. Anything else you wanna talk to me and Mama about?â Andy asks.
âNope.â
âAlright, well, we love you. Now, give us both a hug and get your tush back in bed.âÂ
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Ten minutes laterâŠ
Crisis averted, Andy quickly goes back to ironing.
âUm, by the way, I believe you were the one who decided that divorce wasnât an option. I donât recall having any say in the matter.â You inform him, cocking your head to the side.Â
âIâd like to think that I made the decision for both of us.â Comes his gruff response as he attempts to smooth out a particularly stubborn wrinkle. âWhy? You suddenly feel like angling for one?â
You allow yourself to fall backwards into bed. âEh, not sure.â You sigh. âItâs gonna depend on how good that bison burger is tomorrow. If it sucks, I might serve you papers right then and there.â
âSo, youâre telling me that our entire marriage, our beyond epic love story, currently hinges upon whether or not you like what you have for lunch tomorrow?â
âYep.â
âWell, shit. Maybe Iâd be better off taking you out to Miyokoâs for sushi.â Your husband mumbles, making you giggle. âCanât go wrong with that one.â
âNah, youâve got my heart set on that damned burger. And it had better be good or itâs the end of the line for you, Mr. Barber. Now hurry up and come cuddle with me. If I have to tell you again, Iâm afraid I might have to rough you up.â You aggressively flex your little biceps for added emphasis.Â
Andy lets out a low whistle as he hangs up his last shirt and unplugs the iron.Â
âIâm all done, sweetheart. But if you still feel like you need to get rough with meâŠâ You watch as your man slowly peels the t-shirt from his delicious body before climbing across the bed to loom over your smaller frame.
âThen who am I to stop you?â He asks before nipping your chin. âHurt me good, baby.âÂ
END
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Bucky Barnes imagines - Some Sunny Day Part 2
AN: Iâm splitting episode 3 into two chapters because so much happens.Â
Summary: Before the Blip, you and Bucky were close. After you both returning and Tonyâs funeral, you decided to go back to your home town to spend time with your family. When duty calls, you return. Â
In this chapter: Despite your protests, Bucky seeks out Zemo (Based on S1 EP3)
(PART 1 HERE)
Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Sam Wilson x Platonic!Reader
Word Count: 5,196
Warnings: Spoilers for episode 3, violence, strong language.Â
You watched Bucky as he sat beside you on the aircraft.Â
âDo you mind?â Buckyâs side eye didnât make you look away.Â
âIâm just trying to see whatâs going through that head of yours.â You confessed. You were all on your way to Germany to visit Zemo. It wasnât a plan you were happy with but it was the plan.Â
âDonât bother.â Bucky frowned, looking down at his hands on his lap. âAnd donât ask me if I think this is a good idea again.âÂ
âIÂ wasnât going to ask that.â You turned away from the man.
âWhat was it then?â Bucky asked.Â
âI was going to ask if you were sure you wanted to do this.â It was another question you had already asked 20 times or more but you couldnât shake the overwhelming feeling of anxiety about this trip.Â
âShe has a right to be worried, Buck. The last time you were alone with Zemo, you ended up putting (Y/n) through three windows.â Sam reminded you both of what happened the last time you were in Berlin.Â
âIt wonât happen this time.â Bucky tried to reassure you both but you still felt uneasy.Â
After another hour or so Sam announced that you were almost there.Â
It was a short drive to the prison from the airport but once you were inside, you felt your chest begin to tighten again.Â
âHeâs just through that corridor.â The German guard gestured up ahead and thatâs when Bucky stopped you.Â
âAlright. Give us a sec.â Bucky instructed the security guard before turning to you and Sam. âIâm gonna go in alone.â
âWhy?â Sam asked,Â
âYouâre Avengers. You know how he feels about that.â Bucky said as he looked between the two of you.Â
âItâs not like you two were known for frolickinâ in the sun together.â Sam felt he needed to remind Bucky of the past again. However, Bucky stood his ground.Â
âHe was obsessed with HYDRA. We have a history together. Trust me. I got it.âÂ
âBuck...â You started,Â
âI got it.â He repeated himself before you could say anything else.Â
You watched Bucky head through the doors alone.Â
âLetâs wait outside. This place gives me the creeps.â Sam encouraged you to follow him to which you didnât do without hesitation.Â
Sam brought you a hot drink as you sat on a bench outside.Â
âI forgot how worried he can make you.â Sam admitted as he sat down beside you.
âIâve seen what he went through, Sam. All of it leading up to Zemo. I just... I donât want it happening to him again.â You knew you couldnât explain the extent of why you cared for Bucky.Â
âYou love him.â Sam said. It wasnât a question but rather a statement. âI can see it clear as day. Anyone could if they stuck around long enough.âÂ
âWhy are you bringing this up, Sam?â You sighed, looking away from him.Â
âBecause itâs also obvious that he loves you too. You run around driving each other crazy with worry but you have none of the good stuff that comes with being in love with someone.âÂ
âWhat do you know about love, Don Juan?â You chuckled as you tried to lighten the tone.
âI know it when I see it.â Sam smiled but there was a sadness behind his eyes.Â
âThings are complicated, Sam.â You muttered, âYou already know that.âÂ
âWell I also think that if Bucky got some heâd be a whole lot less angsty all the damn time.â You knew Sam only said it to make you laugh but you still gave him a whack for the comment.Â
âShut up, Sam.â You shook your head, trying not to smile at the inappropriate comment.Â
Sam kept you entertained by a couple of silly games of rock, paper, scissors before Bucky returned.Â
âCome on, I got some information. We gotta go.â Bucky hurried you and Sam along.Â
âJust like that?â You were surprised that Zemo even spoke to Bucky at all.Â
âA location. Iâll explain everything once we get there.â Bucky wasnât giving you much information and it was making you a little suspicious.Â
âHey, hey, hey...â Sam ran after Bucky, stopping him. âYou gotta give us a little more than that.â
âZemo agreed to help us after hearing that there were more super soldiers. It was his life ambition to stop the winter soldier programme and heâs given us a lead.â Bucky explained.Â
âAnd youâre just gonna trust his word?â You probed.Â
âThereâs not much else we can do.â Bucky did make a point.Â
It didnât take long to reach the large warehouse/garage that Bucky wanted to go to.Â
Bucky on the way had started rambling about breaking Zemo out of jail in order to help you guys which sounded ridiculous to you.Â
âTell me youâre joking, Buck.â You pleaded, unsure whether he had lost his mind entirely.Â
âHeâs our best shot at finding who is making the serum and heâd be a lot more useful out than in.â Bucky opened the door to the building and you followed him inside.
âWhat are you talking about? You wanna break Zemo outta jail? Where are we, Buck? Have you lost your mind?â Sam was just as lost as you were as he shot questions at Bucky.Â
âWe have no leads, no moves, nothing.â Bucky sighed as you made your way in with your flashlights.Â
âWhat we have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind bars.â Sam argued.Â
âWe also have eight Super Soldiers that are loose.â Bucky retorted.Â
âAnyway, I thought this was a lead?â You tried to look around but the place was badly lit. There were mainly mechanic tools and lots of storage scattered around.Â
âItâs complicated.â Bucky frowned.
âWhatâs complicated is Zemo. Heâs gonna mess with our minds. Especially yours. No offence.â Sam shone his flashlight at Bucky as he spoke.Â
âOffence.â Bucky didnât look impressed as he found the light switch. âSuper Soldiers go against everything he believes in. He is crazy, but he still has a code.âÂ
âIâve been on the wrong side of that code and so have you. He blew up the UN, he killed King TâChaka and framed you for it. Did you forget that? You think the Wakandans forgot about it? Itâs a rhetorical question. They didnât. I know why this matters to you, but itâs pushing you off the deep end.â Sam stepped closer to Bucky. You couldnât deny that Sam had a point. Zemo was the one who tore the avengers apart by framing Bucky. âWe donât know how theyâre gettinâ the serum. We donât even know how many of them there are.â Bucky couldnât give up. âLet me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I?â
âWhat did you do?â Sam narrowed his eyes at Bucky.Â
You were busy looking inside the car that was revealed by the lights coming on.Â
âI didnât do anything.â Bucky shook his head before he continued with his âhypotheticalâ.Â
âThe weakest point in any system isnât the software, the hardware, itâs the meatware. The human element. Now, in this lockup, itâs nine to one, prisoners to guards. And if two prisoners start fighting, then the protocol says four guards have to respond.â
âSo why would two prisoners randomly start fighting at that moment? Who knows?â Sam questioned.Â
âThere could be many reasonsâŠâ Bucky shrugged. âBut the point is, these things escalate. Lockdown procedures would have to be initiated, and with all those bodies flying around left and right, wouldnât be hard to slip down a hallway or two.
At this point, you stopped looking around and looked over at Bucky with your arms across your chest. You werenât liking how thought out this plan was sounding.Â
âAnd if the fire alarm got tripped while the prisoners were being separated someone could use the chaos to their advantage.â Bucky continued.Â
âI donât like how casual youâre beinâ about this. This is unnatural. Are you⊠And where are we, man?â Sam gestured around the place with confusion locked on his face.Â
âBucky, Iâm with Sam on this one. Iâve got a bad feeling andââââ A door opening behind you cut you short.Â
You turned around to see Zemo walk through the plastic door curtains.Â
âWoah, woah, woah!â Sam jumped forward instructively. Bucky managed to stop him but he didn't stop you.Â
You rushed towards Zemo and held the tip of one of your knives to his Adams apple as he held his hands up.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â Sam shouted at Zemo before snapping back to Bucky.
âI didnât tell âcause I knew you wouldnât let this happen.â Bucky admitted.Â
âWhat did you do?â Sam pointed at Zemo in shock.
âWe need him.â Bucky stated to which you chuckled harshly, pressing your knife a little harder.Â
âYouâre going back to prison!â Sam called over.Â
âIf I may..? â Zemo tried to speak but you all shut him up with a unanimous âNo.â
âApologies.â Zemo mumbled.Â
â(Y/n), put the knife down.â Bucky came towards you and wrapped his hand round your wrist. âPlease?âÂ
You did. Slowly.Â
âLook, when Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you both backed him. You broke the law, and you stuck your neck out for me. Iâm asking you to do it again.â Bucky looked back and forth from you to Sam.Â
âI really think Iâm invaluable.â Zemo spoke again.Â
âShut up.â You rose the knife again to which Zemo took a step back and pretended to zip his mouth shut.Â
âOkay.â Sam sighed after a moment of contemplation. âIf we do this, you donât make a move without our permission.â
âFair.â Zemo nodded.Â
âBucky... You understand what this means right? If they find out we took Zemo, specifically you. Weâll be on the run again and I donât know if there will be a pardon this time either.â The concern in your eyes made Bucky frown.Â
âItâll be alright. He's the only shot we got to stop these guys.â Bucky wasnât sure if he believed his own words but he was praying that this was the best thing to do.Â
âAlright.â You turned to Zemo. âSo where do we start?â
Zemo gestured for you to follow him before taking you into another dark room. You kept your knife in your hand just in case.
He reached for the light switch to reveal a mass of classic cars.Â
âSo our first move is grand theft auto?â Sam cocked his eyebrow at the impressive collection. Â
âThese are mine. Collected by family over the generations. I spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the serum. Because once itâs out there, someone can create an army of people⊠like the Avengers.â  Zemo entered one of the cars and pulled out a bag. âI ended the Winter Soldier program once before. I have no intention to leave my work unfinished. To do this, weâll have to scale a ladder of lowlifes.â
âWell, join the party. Weâve already started.â Sam told the man.
âFirst stop is a woman named Selby. Mid-level fence I still have a line on. From there, we climb.â Zemo took his bag and headed into another room.Â
âJesus... How big is this place?â You looked around to see it was full of clothes.Â
âFirst I change and then we head to Selby.â Zemo placed the bag down before filing through one if the rails of clothes.Â
âHow are we supposed to get anywhere with Zemo on our hands? We canât exactly call Torres and ask for a ride but please ignore the fugitive thatâs coming with us.â You looked between the boys.Â
âI will get us there.â Zemo told you.Â
âGreat.â You pressed a fake smile onto your face which Zemo chose not to acknowledge.
Before you knew it you were at the airport at Zemoâs private jet.
âSo all this time youâve been rich?â Samâs eyes went wide at the sight of the plane.
âIâm a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country.â Zemo spoke as if it was well known information. You felt a pang hit you in the chest, it happened every time you thought of Sokovia... it was guilt.Â
You watched Zemo greet an elderly man in a suit before you entered the jet.Â
You sat furtherest away from Zemo, still feeling very uncomfortable about him being free and under your custody.Â
You watched him sip on a glass of champagne like he had no worries in the world.Â
âYou donât know what itâs like to be locked in a cell. Oh. Thatâs right you do.â Zemo reminded you of the time Tony had locked a lot of the avengers up.Â
âWhy donât you tell us about where weâre going?â Sam suggested.Â
 âIâm sorry. I was just fascinated by this. I donât know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?âÂ
Before you could blink, Bucky had lunged forward and taken Zemo by the neck. Â
âIf you touch that again, Iâll kill you.â Bucky kept hold of Zemo for a second longer before sitting back down. You had fought the urge to get up and take hold of his arm to calm him down. Â
"Iâm sorry. I understand that list of names. People youâve wronged as the Winter Soldier.â Zemo made no attempt at a sincere apology for the invasion of privacy. Â
âDonât push it.â Â Bucky warned him.
âIâve seen that book. It was Steveâs when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? Whatâd you think?â Sam smiled as he thought back on the memory.Â
âI like â40s music, soâŠâ Bucky shrugged.Â
âYou didnât like it?â Sam seemed more shock to hear this than when he saw Zemo.Â
âI liked it.â Bucky proclaimed.Â
âIt is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience.â Even Zemo had to get involved.Â
âHeâs out of line, but heâs right. Itâs great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.â Sam turned back to Bucky after giving side eye to Zemo.Â
âI like Marvin Gaye.â Bucky repeated.Â
âSteve adored Marvin Gaye.â Sam couldnât drop it but you didnât bother getting involved.Â
You looked at the book in Buckyâs hands. You knew Steve had given it to him before but seeing it again after all this time brought up a hundred thoughts. You remembered the many things you had told Steve to watch or eat or listen to like ABBA, Mochi ice cream and pranking him by suggesting the twilight movie as must see.Â
âYou must have really looked up to Steve.â Zemo mentioning Steve made you look up again. âBut I realised something when I met him. The danger with people like him, Americaâs Super Soldiers, is that we put them on pedestals.â
âWatch your step, Zemo.â Sam warned him.Â
âThey become symbols. Icons. And then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought. You remember that, right?â Zemo looked over at Bucky. âAs a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull? That is why weâre going to Madripoor.âÂ
âWhatâs up with Madripoor? You talk about it like itâs Skull Island.â Sam asked but you already knew of Madripoor. Anyone with links to the underworld of crime knew of Madripoor.Â
âItâs an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s.â Bucky informed him.Â
âItâs kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.â Zemo looked down at his duffel bag of clothes that you had watched him pack before.
âWhat do you mean by that?â You finally chimed into the conversation.Â
âJames will have to retake the person of the Winter Soldier. You both will have a role to play also.â Zemo explained, turning to face you as you sat in the chair by the back wall of the jet.Â
âBucky, can I speak to you privately?â You looked past Zemo to Bucky. Bucky gave you a look to ask where would you go so you stood and opened the cabin toilets door.Â
Bucky huffed before following you in.
âBucky Iâm not okay with this.â You whispered as you pressed yourself up against the wall so you could try and fit both you and Bucky a little more comfortably.Â
âThis isnât up to you.â Bucky sighed.Â
 âEverything about this situation is making every nerve in my body scream this is a bad idea.â You folded your arms across your chest as you stared up at Bucky.Â
âHow many times do I have to tell you that this is the only plan we got?âÂ
âI donât trust him.â You kept your voice low as you threw your hand up in the direction of the door.Â
âDo you trust me?â Bucky asked.Â
âIâm starting to question it.â You muttered.Â
Bucky just stared at you in response.Â
âYes, I trust you.â You grumbled, caving in.Â
âAnyway I have you if things go bad.â Bucky tried to make light of the situation but you weren't impressed.Â
You left the bathroom and remained silent until you drew closer to Madripoor.Â
Upon your arrival in Madripoor, you were handed some clothes to change into.Â
âYouâve got to be kidding me?â You held up the small material dress that you were meant to wear.Â
âI had to choose a disguise that would cover your face. Too many people here would know you from your days before the avengers and after.â Zemo defended his choice of âcostumeâ for you.Â
âSo Iâm assassin barbie?â You scoffed before taking to the bathroom to change.Â
You slid on the black leather playsuit and boots, along with the mask that Zemo gave you.Â
You felt exposed and uncomfortable. You managed to hide a few knives in your boots and you slid on a thigh holster to hold some more to make you feel like you were protected at least.Â
âLoose the knives.â Zemo instructed.Â
âAre you serious?â You were growing more agitated by the minute with this man.Â
âYou are playing an escort. You canât have knives on show.â Zemo pointed to your holster.Â
You bit down on your cheek as you removed it.Â
âFine.â You then left the plane to Sam and Bucky waiting outside. Buckyâs eyes went wide at the sight of you but he tried to hide it by clearing his throat and looking away.Â
âWe have to fix this. Iâm the only one who looks like a pimp.â Sam was wearing a red patterned suit and chains. He didnât look too bad in it either.
âOnly an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man youâre supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.â Zemo handed Sam his phone revealing a picture of Conrad Mack.
âHe even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me, though.â Sam took the phone and looked down at the picture.Â
â(Y/n) is playing your partner for the night. Conrad is known for his appreciation for the finer things in life and often has a woman on his arm Therefore, (Y/n), you must be attached to Samâs hip the entire night.â Zemo filled you all in on the reason behind your disguise.Â
âExcuse me, what?â Bucky almost choked at the idea of you having to be Samâs woman for the night.Â
âWell it is the only disguise that makes sense. She canât be your girlfriend as you are the Winter Soldier. She canât be mine as everyone knows I am loyal to my wife. She has to be the smiling tigers current whore.âÂ
âWatch your mouth.â Bucky hissed.Â
âWe all must play a part.â Zemo defended his choice of words. âYou smell this?â
âYeah, what is that? Acid?â Sam asked.Â
âMadripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. Thereâs no margin for error. High Townâs that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Townâs the other way.â Zemo gestured across the city as a car approached you all.Â
âLet me guess. We donât have any friends in High Town.â You sighed as Zemo opened the car door for you.Â
âNot if we want the answers we are looking for.â Zemo climbed into the car after you and then the boys followed.Â
It didn't take too long to find the way to low town. You had been to Madripoor before but it had been years ago.Â
You did as you were ordered when you all exited Zemoâs car. You stuck by Sam, walking in the middle of Sam and Bucky.Â
The air wasnât cold but it felt thick, you could feel it sticking to your bare skin which gave you the desperate urge to take a long shower.Â
âHere we are.â Zemo had brought you to a bar. It was busy and filled with a lot of men. Â
âReady to comply, Winter Soldier?â You heard Zemo ask Bucky in Russian.Â
You heard whispers around you questioning if Bucky was who everyone thought he was. It made your gut clench with nerves but you didnât let it show.Â
âHello, gentlemen. Wasnât expecting you, Smiling Tiger.â The bartender greeted Sam and Zemo but barely brushed a glance over you.
âHis plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.â Zemo spoke for Sam. You then felt Sam wrap his arm around your waist. You leaned into him, batting your eyelashes first at Sam and then the bartender.Â
âThe usual?â The bartender asked Sam. He nodded, afraid that if he spoke then it would give away the facade.Â
You were thankful you were wearing a face mask when you saw the drink made for the Smiling Tiger. You grimaced at the dead snake being cut open and then again when one of its organs was dropped into Samâs shot.Â
âAh, Smiling Tiger. Your favourite.â Zemo picked up his own drink as he looked down at Samâs.Â
âI love these.â Sam forced himself to speak.Â
âCheers, Conrad.â Zemo and Sam touched glasses before Sam hesitantly shot back the drink. You could tell Bucky enjoyed watching that.Â
âI got word from on high. You ainât welcome here.â A man suddenly approached from behind and tapped Zemo on the shoulder. You felt Samâs grip on you tighten protectively.Â
âI have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me...â Zemo held his hand out to show his new bodyguard.Â
âNew haircut?â The stranger looked Bucky up and down.Â
âOr bring Selby for a chat.â Zemo gave him the other option. The man retreated.Â
âA power broker? Really?â Bucky spoke once the stranger had left.
âEvery kingdom needs its king. Letâs just pray we stay under his radar.â
âDo you know him?â Sam asked.Â
âOnly by reputation.â Zemo admitted honestly.
âIn Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner. You canât visit low town without appearing on his radar.â You spoke up as you let yourself look around the room and take in just how many threats were around.Â
âAnd you know this why?â Sam looked down at you. He must've forgotten your past.Â
âI was a free agent before the Avengers. I've been here undercover a few times especially when I was a young teenager. Surprise Surprise evil guys like little girls.â You kept quiet in case anyone around was listening.Â
Zemo suddenly spoke a command for Bucky in Russian once again and thatâs when another stranger put his hands on Zemo.Â
You watched Bucky follow orders and he didnât hold back.Â
He grabbed hold of the strangers wrist and pulled him off Zemo before attacking him and several others around.Â
You took notice of those around with their phones out. Cameras...
You went to step forward when you felt Sam squeeze your side. He gave you a look that told you no.Â
âDidnât take much for him to fall back into form.â Zemo muttered to you and Sam. You wanted to punch him.Â
Bucky slammed another man onto the bar and thatâs when you heard the wave of guns cocking.Â
Sam took hold of Buckyâs arm when Zemo told him to stay in character.Â
Instead Zemo told Bucky to stand down once you were informed you could see Selby.Â
Sam took hold of you hand and dragged you along side him as you all left the bar.Â
âShe isnât welcome.â One of the guards stopped you before you could enter the room.Â
âExcuse me?â Sam scoffed at the guard. âSheâs with me and so she is welcome.âÂ
âLet her in!â You heard an English accent call from ahead.Â
âYou should know, Baron. People donât just come into my bar and make demands.â Selby was an older woman with a white pixie cut and a sly grin. Sam remained stood and so did Bucky but Sam had commanded you to take a seat next to Zemo.Â
âNot a demand. An offer.â Zemo was impressing you by how cool he was playing this. It also worried you.Â
âA lot has changed since you were here last. By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?â Selby asked.Â
âPeople like us always find a way, donât we? Iâm sure youâve already figured out what Iâm here for.â
âYouâre taller than Iâd heard, Smiling Tiger.â Selby ignored Zemo as she eyed up Sam.â Whatâs the offer?â
âTell us what you know about the super-soldier serum. And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.âZemo had risen from his seat and held Bucky by the chin.Â
âNow thatâs the Zemo I remember. Iâm glad I decided not to kill you immediately. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right. The super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank...Or condemn, depending on what side of this youâre on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but⊠things didnât go as planned.â Selby fed you what she knew.Â
âIs Nagel still in Madripoor?â Zemo questioned.Â
âOh. The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron. And before you get all cute, donât think you can find Nagel without me.â Selby pushed herself from her seat and walked across the room.Â
Thatâs when Samâs mobile went off.Â
âAnswer it. On speaker.â Selby ordered. The gun behind Sam made him pull out his phone.Â
âHello?â He answered.Â
âHey, um, we need to talk about this situation. Itâs been drivinâ me nuts.â AÂ womanâs voice came through.Â
âWhat situation exactly are you talkinâ about?â Sam tried his best to keep up his persona.Â
âAre you high? You know what situation, itâs the only situation me and you have.â The womanâs attitude was not helping Samâs case.Â
âWhat situation, Sarah? Say it.â Sam demanded.Â
âThe damn boat. And watch your tone. Okay? I let you slide at the bank.â Sarah snapped back.Â
âThe bank. Yeah. Laundered so much...â Sam chuckled. âYeah, theyâll come around.â
âIf that was the case, then whyâd they dog you out, Big Time?â Sarah asked.Â
âYeah, you damn right Iâm Big Time. Youâll see when I have that banker killed.â Sam tried to seem intimidating but at that moment you knew you were screwed. You reached down into your boot to take a knife just in case.Â
âCass! Whatâd I tell you about the Cheerios? I donât have time for this! Sam, Iâm sorry. Iâll call you back.â Sarah had used Samâs name and that was the end of it.Â
âSam? Whoâs Sam?â Selby looked pissed. âKill them!â She ordered but before her hired men could react, a bullet came through the window and shot Selby down.Â
You snatched two knives from your boot and sent them into the guard behind Sam.Â
Bucky immediately reacted with taking out the other guard.Â
âTheyâre gonna pin this on us.â You took the knives from the body as the boys took the guns.Â
âWe have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead.â Zemoâs order made the boys put their guns down but you just wiped your knives and placed them back in your boot.Â
You left the club in a hurry. Text chimes went off around you and you knew the power broker had seen what happened.Â
You were well and truly fucked.Â
âThis is not good.â Zemoâs last words before the shooting started.Â
You took off alongside Bucky and Sam, cursing the fact that Zemo had put you in the most uncomfortable shoes on the planet.Â
âI canât run in these heels!â Sam shouted which almost made you laugh.Â
âDown here!â You took a turn into an alley to get off the road as two mopeds appeared behind you.Â
Before you could spin around to fight, a shooter had taken them out.Â
âYou seem to have a guardian angel.â Zemo looked just. as confused you felt. You werenât aware you knew anyone who was in Madripoor at the moment.Â
âWell, this is too perfect. Drop it, Zemo.â A familiar face soon revealed itself from the shadows.Â
âSharon?â Sam furrowed his brow at the woman.Â
âYou cost me everything.â Sharon ignore Sam as she spoke to Zemo.Â
âSharon, wait. Someone recreated the super-soldier serum and Zemo had a lead.â Sam stepped ahead of Zemo to protest him.Â
âThat explains why you guys are here. And Selbyâs dead.âSharon glowered at the four of you.Â
âSo what are you doing here?â Bucky asked the question on everyones mind.Â
âI stole Steveâs shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass, so that you could save him from him. I didnât have the Avengers to back me up. So Iâm off the grid in Madripoor.â Sharon informed you.
âDonât blow smoke. Both (Y/n) and I were on the run, too.â Sam didn't bother with feeling pity.Â
âWas. Is. Big difference. I donât speak to my family anymore. I canât. My own father doesnât know where I am.â Sharon shot back.Â
âListen, Sharon, we need your help.â Bucky interrupted her before she could say anything else. Â
âPlease.â You added. You and Sharon were friendly for a time before the world went to hell. You figured sheâd help you at least.Â
âThis isnât over. I have a place in High Town. Youâll be safe there for a while.â Sharon sighed, giving in and lowering her gun.Â
âThank you.â You pressed a small smile onto your face but Sharon didnât reciprocate.Â
She managed to get you to a car safely and you headed out of low town for the night.Â
(PART 3 HERE)
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Summary: Smut with a hit of plot... idk how much more you want.
A/N: I hope this donât suck. I donât write much smut but I was just inspired I guess. Some language is offensive probably so... donât like it, donât read it. I only read through it once so.. idk man. I just wanted to share.
Warnings: Itâs dirty smut my guy. age gap. cursing, and again offensive language. donât like, donât read. unrequited crush. bad spelling, sorry I didnât wanna spellcheck. breeding kink. gettin dirty in public.
Y/N was practically drooling on the training mat as she lay on her belly, her cheek propped up against her hand. Her best friend was right next to her, in the same position. They unintentionally gawked openly.
âHeâs so beautiful,â Danny commented next to her.
Y/N nodded her agreement as Buckyâs muscles flexed with each rep he did.
âI wanna pull his hair so bad,â she said back.
Danny sighed. âYou think he likes that kinda thing? Like⊠rough?â
Y/N nodded so fast she feared whiplash. âA hundred percent.â Her gaze shifted to Danny and it was returned at the admission.
âI bet he could really break me in, ya know what I mean?â
They both looked at him as he switched to pull ups. His back faced them and they both gasped at the scratches scattered across his back.
Danny giggled. âSome lucky girl really enjoyed herself.â
Y/N had to admit her jealousy. She wanted to be the one to put those marks on his skin. To give him a reminder of their passion.
âWhat I wouldnât give to put my own mark on him.â
Y/N looked over at Danny with a smirk. âWhere would you put it?â She wiggled her brows at her.
Danny blushed slightly. âRight on his-
âHey guys.â
They both looked up to see Peter walking over. Reluctantly they wiped at the drool and stood to meet him.
âHey Pete. Whatâs up?â
Peter answered Dannyâs greeting but Y/N was still lost in Buckyâs heaving chest as he sipped his water and sent her a wink.
Good. Lord. Her face tinted pink, but he just went right back to work. Arms and pecs day, she noticed.. Nice.
âY/N, did you hear me?â
Her gaze snapped back to Peter.
âHuh?â
He looked nervous.
âI said, me, Ned, and his girlfriend are all going to the carnival in town. I asked if you wanted to go?â
She nodded absentmindedly. âUh, sure Pete. Sounds good.â
He smiled brightly but she was hardly paying him any mind. Her eyes were trained on Buckyâs arms, and wait a second.. Was that a tattoo she caught sight of? Swoon. Y/N wondered what it was. Something hot probably. Like a skull, or a spider, ooh or a pinup girl that looks an awful lot like her somehow.
âCool so Iâll text you the deets.â
Peterâs smile was bright and drew her attention back. She just nodded.
When he walked off and Y/N expected her and Danny to go back to talking about the sexy man grunting as he lifted weights. Heavy weights. Like twice her body weight kind of weights. Damn, now sheâs wondering what else the serum gave him.
âY/N, why did you just agree to a date with Peter when you know youâre not into him?â
Y/N shook her head. âItâs not a date.â
âUh, yes it is. A double date actually.â
âWell so what? Agreeing to go out doesnât make him my boyfriend.â
Danny wanted to press the issue. She knew Peter was crushing hard on Y/N, but she wouldnât look twice at him. He wasnât nearly old enough to catch her eye. But Y/N was right. Plus maybe indulging the kid would make him see that Y/N wasnât the one for him.
âJust donât let him get his hopes up.â
Y/N agreed and they took a break from Bucky watch to go see a movie.
 Y/N returned a little later than expected. Her head was thrown back in laughter as she walked down the hall. Her attention fully on the phone call she was currently engaging in with her friend Matt.
âNo way if I had the balls to seduce somebody Iâd wear the little black number hiding in my closet. I think Iâd die if anyone saw me in it though. Could you imagine me showing off my ugly birthmark? I donât think so.â
Matt laughed and said something back, but she wasnât paying attention anymore.
Bucky Barnes stepped into her path quick and quiet. She nearly stumbled, and hurried Matt off the phone when she saw the look in Buckyâs eyes.
Sticking the phone in her pocket she stood straight as a rod under Buckyâs scrutinizing gaze. He smirked at her after he looked her over.
âWell Y/L/N, howâd you enjoy your movie?â
She got the faintest impression that he didnât actually give a shit, but she didnât want to leave him.
âIt was really funny. Iâm already ready to see it again.â
âThatâs great.â He looked her over again and asked suddenly, âSo⊠this birthmark⊠whereâs it at?â
She blushed deeply.
âBecause, Iâve never seen one and I know Iâve seen plenty of your bare skin before.â
âWell itâs. Ya know. I- thatâs personal.â She crossed her arms.
He wanted to laugh at her upset expression. Damn sheâs cute.
âI guess Iâll have to find it then.â
Before she knew it, Bucky had grabbed her shirt and pulled her flush to him as he attacked her lips with a hunger she never witnessed before.
His hands roamed her belly, just above the hem of her skirt and she pulled him closer.
âNot here,â he said without looking.
Y/N shook her head, agreeing with him. Nope, definitely not there.
His hands moved upwards, caressing just below the wire of her bra.
She wrapped her leg around his waist, pulling him closer. She felt his hardness through his sweatpants, and she was suddenly thankful for the skirt. She grinded her core against him and he growled into her mouth, ânot here either.â
She wanted to laugh. Y/N was sure she was gonna like this game.
He cupped one breast through her bra. âMaybe here?â
He pulled it down to play with her tits. Teasing one nipple, then the other.
She moaned against him when he dipped his tongue into her hot mouth. She groaned out his name when he pressed their lower halves together harder. Then she pulled away completely.
He wasnât even panting but she was sure she looked a mess. She straightened her shirt.
She could still taste it on her tongue. Meeting his questioning look she said clearly, âBucky youâre drunk.â
He shook his head. âAngel I only had a little, itâs fine.â
He tried to pull her back to him but she resisted. His pout made her melt a little but she wouldnât do this.
âIâm going to bed. Goodnight Bucky.â
And she walked past him without hearing if he replied or not.
At least she got one thing though. The tattoo was a bird.
 Y/N couldnât stop thinking of her brief moment with Bucky in the hallway. His hands touching her, tugging her, teasing her. Fuck. Thatâs it! She was completely fucked. She needed to get him out of her system. Y/N was sure that would work. Indulge a little and everything will go back to equilibrium.
She painted on her lip gloss and waited for Peter.
He was taking her out tonight for a double date with his friends and Y/N wasnât sure how to act. She didnât exactly mean to agree to a date but she did it.
She stepped back for a final look when she heard the knock at her door. Cute and not too flirty. Hopefully safe.
Y/N opened the door expecting Peter but coming face to chest with Bucky Barnes.
âJames! What are you doing here?â
He looked her over. âGoing out?â
âUh, yeah. Peterâs taking me to the carnival tonight.â
He nodded as he eyed her sexy black heels.
Peter walked up just then and Bucky was quick to excuse himself. He disappeared quickly, leaving the two alone.
Pete certainly looked excited as they walked the carnival grounds together. He was a perfect gentleman. He offered his coat when he thought she shivered. He rode the ferris wheel with her. He even stayed with her when the ride threatened to make her sick. She really hated heights.
When the four of them sat down to eat, she realized she liked Peter and his friends. They were nice. Not quite her crowd, but they were sweet. She laughed at all of Ned and Peterâs jokes and Nedâs girlfriend told her where she got her really cute top. It was all going pretty ok.
Y/N hoped she wasnât getting Peterâs hopes up. She really did like him just⊠not like that.
When Y/N decided she wanted to ride the roller coaster, Peter had to opt out. He almost looked sick so she didnât push or tease him.
She stood in line and waited till the gate opened. She took a seat in the back but wasnât expecting someone to get in right behind her.
Y/N looked up into Buckyâs beautiful eyes.
âWhat are you doing here?â
He shrugged, leaning in to whisper, âI was wondering about the little black number in your closet.â
He looked thoughtful. âCome to think of it, I still havenât found that birthmark either.â
She sighed. Y/N had been embarrassed enough that he kissed her because he was drunk, without needing the reminder of her birthmark.
âAre you asking me where it is?â
He shrugged. âI thought you were having fun letting me find it.â
Just then the cars lurched forward. She hadnât even noticed the guy come around to check on everyone.
âI donât remember you actually looking. More like feeling me up in the hall.â
Bucky chuckled. His hand wrapped around her and his fingers brushed lightly over her neck. Shivers traveled through her body at his touch.
She thought for a moment about how big he felt pressed against her center. He was definitely hung. That much she could tell. Remembering his thickness had her biting her lip.
She nearly forgot Bucky was right here next to her until he grabbed her chin, made her face him, and kissed her.
Y/N stuttered briefly. Her thoughts interrupted and her panties dampening seemed to be exactly what he wanted.
Before she could collect herself, his hand started up her skirt. She bit his lip almost painfully and he growled at her. His hand went higher, caressing her soft skin and moving towards the treasure between her legs.
âYou were right angel.â His voice was husky at her ear. âI do like it rough.â
It took two seconds for him to reach her panties, yank them down and plunge two fingers into her heat. She gasped and gripped his arm as he felt her insides.
One hand was removing her panties from her ankles and placing them in his pocket, while the other was torturing her slowly.
The roller coaster stopped climbing and zipped down the first big dive.
Y/N moaned against his mouth like she had the night before in the hall. âYou donât think Iâm too young?â
He blinked at her, his fingers halting for a moment.
âWhat, you think Iâm too old?â He questioned her.
She shook her head and he gladly resumed pleasuring her.
âNo. I think itâs so hot. An older man touching me. Knowing exactly what he wants. Teaching me just how he wants his cock sucked.â
Bucky groaned. âAngel you canât talk about sucking cock with that sinful mouth of yours or Iâll explode.â
âJust like that Bucky.â She encouraged his movements and tried to meet his pumping hand. âFeels so good. Are you this good with your tongue too?â
He smirked. âYou wanna ride my tongue Baby? You want me to make you see stars as you cum all over my face?â
His fingers hit that spot and she was nearly there. Just a bit more.
âFuck James. I love the way you talk.â
âYou like it dirty honey?â
She moaned out a, âyes,â before he continued.
He stuck his metal fingers in her open mouth and ordered her to suck. âGet âem nice and wet baby.â
She did as she was told and sucked his fingers. She swirled her tongue over the plates in his hand and he tried to hold back the feelings that surfaced.
He pulled his fingers from her mouth and gave them a lick before he brought them down to her heat, flicking them across her clit.
Y/Nâs orgasm hit instantly and Bucky was quick to capture her lips and swallow every moan she let out. He was absolutely relentless. Even as she came down he finger fucked her sensitive hole. Y/N clutched his arm, her nails digging in as she begged him to stop. Bucky could only smile, pulling his fingers from her and licking them clean of her cum. Her blush was bright and he faintly heard her yelp. Lord help him, he wanted this girl again and again.
âIâm taking you home with me,â he said as the ride slowed.
She was looking around and snapped her head up to look at him. âBucky my panties are gone.â
âIâll get you new ones. Come on.â
He pulled her from the car and she fixed her skirt to not give wondering eyes a show. She was still eyeing the ground around the coaster, but Bucky was looking at the picture from the ride. His laugh distracted her from the search and her eyes went wide when she saw what he was looking at.
Y/Nâs face pink, her eyes lusty, and her mouth open in shock, as Bucky sat next to her tasting his fingers. The fingers that were knuckle deep inside her seconds before.
She stared at the picture for a long second, studying the look on Buckyâs face as he looked at her. Damn if he isnât the sexiest man sheâs ever seen. His soulful eyes are so beautiful and his smile. Sheâs such a sucker for a nice smile, and Bucky has the best. She loves his smile. He gave them out freely now, but she cherished each one he offered to just her.
Bucky walked over, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulled her to him. âCome on honey. Iâm taking you to my bed.â
She let him lead her to the car but couldnât help asking. âWhat are you gonna do with me?â
Bucky chuckled. âIâm gonna spread ya open, eat my fill of your wet pussy, and fuck a baby in you.â
She nearly tripped at his words. Fucking hell.
A fresh wave of arousal hits her and she silently curses her missing panties for not being there to keep her thighs clean.
The car ride was silent. Buckyâs fist clenching the wheel and Y/Nâs leg bouncing in anticipation. She quickly made an excuse to Peter over text to keep herself somewhat busy. She felt bad. Peter deserved more and she knew that, but she couldnât bring herself to care when she had Bucky next to her.
Arriving home was both freighting and exhilarating. She was biting her tongue to stop the shy grin when he opened the door for her and helped her out.
Y/N could hear Seethers âCareless whisperâ play in her head like she was in a movie, as she followed him inside and down the hall. The hall they were grinding in just under 24 hours ago. She occupied her mind with assigning a movie to the situation. 50 shades of gray? No⊠ok, so maybe thatâs the only movie she could come up with. Then she tripped over her own feet and the record in her head scratched to a stop. Never mind. She knew exactly which one. Bridget Jonesâs Diary.
Bucky turned at the sound of her epic fail and he rushed to help her up. âJesus doll, you ok?â
She wanted to hide. Briefly she realized the roller coaster should have made her think the movie would be âfearâ, but she was praying not.
âYes. Fine, just embarrassed beyond belief.â
He chuckled. âThis way babe.â
Damn that sounds good coming from him.
He opened the door and Y/N turned to look at the empty hallway. She imagined that it was the blue pill. She could leave and not let Bucky ruin her for any other man⊠or. She could take the leap and hope her amateur sex skills make him fall in love. decisions, decisions.
âYou coming?â
She could hear the innuendo drip from his sexy full lips and she gulped that red pill down like she promised herself sheâd do to his cock later.
When the door closed behind her, she heard the lock click in place and she turned to him. He pulled his jacket from his muscled body, and ordered her with one word.
âStrip.â
She only hesitated for a second but he still gave her a stern look. She stripped her clothes and waited for further instructions.
âGet on the bed beautiful and show me that pink cunt.â
She was quick this time. Nearly jumping on his bed and looking at him as she spread her legs for his perusal . He looked so long she wanted to close them again, but his shoulders were holding them open just as the thought crossed her mind.
His tongue touched her center before she could blink and she threw her head back. The sound was obscene as he licked and sucked her clit like he wanted to bruise her. His fingers were quick to resume their previous job of occupying her empty hole.
Y/N gripped his hair. It was all she could do seeing as his arm was holding her down. She was screaming his name and she could tell he loved the sounds. His tongue and fingers worked harder with each meaningful moan.
âGive it to me,â he commanded her.
And how can you argue with that? Right when she came seeing stars and chest heaving, Bucky reached into his pocket and pulled her panties out for her to see.
âJames you- Holy shit!â
Bucky lapped at her, collecting every drop of cum and groaning at her taste. âIâm gonna have you like this at least two more times before I smack your ass as you leave my room.â
She snatched her panties from him when he laughed at her angry face.
âItâs not funny Buck. Who knows who got to see whats up my skirt.â
âMe, and thatâs all that matters. And youâre not keeping those either.â
She wanted to argue but he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He seemed to not give a single fuck as he pulled his dick out. He didnât even care enough to finish taking his clothes off.
His shirt was wrapped tightly around his muscled chest, his jeans were just under his ass, and his biker boots were still laced up. Damn she felt like a five dollar whore and she wondered why she loved it. She considered briefly, asking him if he had five dollars. Sheâd accept her panties back as payment though. They came from the bargain bin and sheâs pretty sure it was around five.
âYou on the pill?â He questioned her, and she thanked god that the answer was, âYes.â
âGood, cause Iâm about to turn you into my own personal cum slut.â
And he sunk into her. Spreading her wet heat to his size and groaning at the tightness.
âDamn girl. Does all young pussy feel like this or just the ones that come with such fantastic tits?â
He hammered his point home by grabbing her tits and teasing the nipple. Sucking one into his mouth, he made her nearly cum again.
âI love the way you talk to me Bucky.â His hips started a smooth rhythm. âMakes me wanna give you all my holes to use up.â
He bit her nipple and gave her harsher thrusts. âDoesnât matter if you give âem to me baby. Iâm gonna take whatever I want from you.â He pulled one leg up to lay on his shoulder. âWhen I get done with this pussy, and I ainât nearly there yet, Iâm gonna see how soft and hot you pretty mouth is. I want that lipstick staining my shaft when I get done fucking your lips.â
She sent a thank you to her best friend for talking her out of liquid lipstick tonight, because damn she wanted to see that too.
âFucking hell honey. Youâre so tight I might cum already.â
âDonât you dare leave me like this.â
He laughed. âTwo orgasms and you get demanding? Iâm gonna have to watch out for you.â
He pulled out, flipped her over, pulled her ass up and plunged back in.
âThereâs that birthmark,â he laughed out loud seeing the patch of dark skin like a splatter of paint hit her ass. Sure enough right on her left ass cheek was a birthmark. Bucky wanted to kiss the cute mark but he held back. Choosing instead to give it a smack with a big olâ grin on his face.
She decided to ignore that comment, and her pink cheeks, when he started to move inside her again. His thrusts were bruising and he grabbed her hair into a ponytail to pull her back on his cock. Her back arched when he pulled her hair. She was god damn loving it. The stretch, the way his balls slapped her, and most of all the fucking dirty words he was spouting.
âYou look like a bitch in heat right now, letting me fuck you like animal.â
âBucky,â she groaned into the air and she felt the release creeping up. âIâm so close James. Please let me have it.â
He was stretching her like never before and the pulse of his hips against hers was mind numbing. She could stay like this forever. Letting James fill her over and over. Sheâd happily be his breeding mare if he just kept fucking her like this.
He smacked her on the ass again and she didnât wait for permission. She came with a loud scream and a fresh surge of cum coating his cock. Bucky fucked her through it then pulled out and pulled her hair to position her just how he wanted.
âPush those sexy tits together baby. I want my load right there.â
Y/N did as she was told, pressing her breasts together and up for him to fuck. And he did just that. Fucking her tits till he emptied his balls on her face, and breasts. She was all painted up like a freshly fucked cock slut and he wanted to take a picture, to keep under his pillow.
âI thought you said you were gonna fuck a baby in me,â she questioned as she sucked his cum from her fingers like he had earlier in the night.
âWe got all night little girl.â
He began to strip (finally) but stopped to pull something from his pocket.
âThat means we can talk about how you shouldnât gossip about how someone fucks when theyâre in the room with you.â She blushed. âAnd⊠we can also figure out where to hang this.â
When he unfolded the paper and showed her the picture from the carnival, of him savoring her cum on his fingers, she exploded into laughter. She was relaxed now. Feeling comfortable with him enough to let go of the embarrassment.
He bought the damn picture. She couldnât believe it.
âYou could have told us you heard us you asshole. And I know exactly where that picture is going.â
âAnd ruin all the fun?â
He was nearly bare before her. His shirt gone, boots off, and jeans around his ankles. She faintly caught a glimpse of that tattoo again.
âTell me where itâs going honey.â
She only smiled a devious smile.
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because you are my heart
Author: Patricia_Sage
Fandom: The Adventure Zone - Balance
Summary:
Barry goes down to the lab every morning. One rainy day, about two and a half weeks from the initial implantation, he comes up the stairs with an excited expression on his round face. âIâve got some news ââ
He doesnât get the chance to finish because Lup is already sprinting past him. They hear the sound of shattering glass. âIt has a latch...â Barry mumbles, his head in his hands. They would have to go to the black markets to find another tube, now.
The footsteps on the stairs sound much more solid coming up than they had been running down. The door is kicked open and thereâs Lup in her corporeal form.
posted in full under the break but you can find me on A03!!
Lup is incredibly impatient to get her body back. She rambles to Barry over their post-Hunger-battle celebratory dinner about how they could alter Taakoâs DNA. But her boyfriend interrupts her, red-faced and mumbling something Taako canât hear. He hears his sisterâs reply, though.
âBabe, that is so creepy. I love you so much.â
Taako kicks her boot from across the table. âWhat?â
Her white-toothed grin glows from within the black, wispy shape of her face. âBarry saved a lock of my hair like an absolute weirdo.â Barry flushes with embarrassment as everyone turns to listen. âBut you know what that means â mamaâs gettinâ her body back!â
Magnus cheers from beside Taako, raising his glass of mead in a single-person toast. âHow long will it take to grow?â the wizard asks.
Barry takes off his glasses and cleans them, something he does about ten times a day. âIâd say about a couple weeks.â
âFuck yes!â the twins say in unison.
Magnus, being the rustically hospitable man that he is, allows them to use his basement as a science lab. Heâs the only one besides Merle who has a house. Lucretia still lives on the moon; Davenport is traveling; and Taako has a small apartment in New Phandalin. Lup and Barry have a place in the Astral Plane, but they had a feeling Kravitz would lose his mind if they start growing a body in his neighbourhood. Itâs already stressful enough for him to look the other way when they do necromancy shit here.
Lup and Barry need to be there to monitor the experiment but thereâs no real reason for everyone else to stay. However, Magnusâs table is full of friends while Lupâs body grows in his basement. The kids are with Hecuba, so Merle invites himself over. Taako canât bring himself to leave. Days turn into weeks; a few sleepovers turn into a strange vacation.
Kravitz visits often, gently convincing Taako to go out for a walk or an activity with him, but never pressuring him to go home to his apartment. He kisses the wizard goodnight on Magnusâs porch. âKeep me up to date on that thing I donât know about,â he says, then disappears into the darkness with moonlight shining off of his skull.
âBet your boyfriend has a bone to pick with me,â Lup winks when her brother enters the kitchen.
âNah,â Taako replies, âheâs chill.â He grabs Magnusâs apron off of the hook next to the door. Itâs warm yellow with strawberries embroidered on it. âIâm thinking dumplings tonight, what about you?â
Cooking together was what they always did. When things got tough, they lost themselves in a recipe and the warmth of each otherâs company and forgot about the world. âSure,â Lup replies. But things are different now. She canât taste any of the food. Her hands are cold when he passes her a dish. Instead of filling the room with a comfortable fire, her physical presence is dark and damp. And Taako has trouble ignoring that, although he wouldnât trade this time for anything.
Lup teases him about the garlic. They used to double the amount in any recipe that called for it. In retrospect, Taako thinks maybe a hidden part of his mind created thirty garlic clove chicken because of this. But he uses barely any now. The smell of it brings him back to the sound of choking, the sight of dropping bodies, and panic flooding his veins.
He tells her this. She knew about Glamour Springs, of course, but she didnât know about the recipe. âShit, Taako, Iâm sorry, babe.â She hugs him and he appreciates the gesture, but sheâs cold and weird and not quite solid. He pulls away.
âTaakoâs good, donât you worry, sis.â
They cook, the boys eat, and days pass sluggishly. Itâs kind of nice being together like this, and everyone knows that Magnus loves a house with a crowded table. Taako teaches him how to make churros. Merle teaches Barry how to garden. And Lup watches, wringing her shadowy hands together and wishing she could fully join them. Sometimes Taako hears a noise from the basement, but itâs only Lup â pressing her hands to the tube and shouting at her body to âhurry the fuck up!â
Barry goes down to the lab every morning. One rainy day, about two and a half weeks from the initial implantation, he comes up the stairs with an excited expression on his round face. âIâve got some news ââ
He doesnât get the chance to finish because Lup is already sprinting past him. They hear the sound of shattering glass. âIt has a latch...â Barry mumbles, his head in his hands. They would have to go to the black markets to find another tube, now.
Taako watches Barry closely, looking for any sign of stress. Besides the general air of exasperation he always has, he seems relatively calm. Taako tries to take some deep breaths in the silence. This feels exactly like when he was standing on the deck of the Starblaster, watching Lup and Barry rise up from their bodies in their lich forms for the first time. Anxiety squeezes his heart with an icy hand.
The footsteps on the stairs sound much more solid coming up than they had been running down. The door is kicked open and thereâs Lup in her corporeal form. Sheâs dressed in the clothing Taako had bought for her â a black crop top with a pair of skeleton hands over the breasts and a pair of leggings covered in rhinestones. Sheâs smiling wider than she has in weeks. Taako thinks about Lup in her lich form, how he could recognize his sister in the shape of her ears and the way that she moved. But looking at her now â the softness of her shoulder-length hair; her dark, freckled cheeks; the angle of her nose â heâs overwhelmed.
Taako isnât even aware that heâs crying until he realizes he canât see. Lup crashes into him like a tidal wave on the beach planet. She holds him close and he presses his face into her shoulder. She smells a bit like Barryâs lab, but also achingly familiar and so very real. She no longer feels cold and misty; sheâs warm and strong and alive. Thereâs something about it that slots everything into place for Taako and suddenly heâs consolidating everything in a way he hasnât been able to before. He grips the back of her shirt tightly and cries for the ten years she was trapped and alone, for the years he lived wandering and scared, searching for something that felt like home.
When he pulls back, Lup is sniffling too. Taako wipes her tears away and then just holds her face in his hands, squishing her a little like he used to when they were young and she needed cheering up. Theyâre exactly the same height now that sheâs not floating a foot off the ground anymore. She laughs. Her eyes are shining.
âI missed you, Lulu,â Taako says.
âI never left you.â
âI know.â
The others canât seem to hold back anymore, and they join the twins, invading the bubble of space they had given them. Taako feels Merle hug him at the hip and he feels Magnusâs big hand on his back. Barry presses his face into Lupâs hair. Heâs also crying. Lup gives him a big, wet kiss. âGross,â Taako protests half-heartedly.
Of course, Magnus is crying too. Even Merle wipes his eyes when he thinks no one is looking. Itâs squishy and messy and way more emotional than Taako would usually be comfortable with. But he just looks into his sisterâs eyes (a honey brown, no longer glowing red) and lets himself feel safe and warm.
They clean up a bit and sit down in the living room with a fresh pot of coffee. Merle makes a group call on his Stone of Farspeech to the entire I.P.R.E. crew. His voice echoes from the foyer where everyone else hung up their coats. Taako takes his Stone out of his pocket and calls Kravitz.
Lucretia takes a canon down from the moon base immediately, and everyone is delighted and surprised to see Davenport with her as well. He had just returned from a trip and had been visiting Lucretia when they got the call.
Kravitz arrives soon after. Heâs initially very concerned at the sight of everyoneâs tear-stained faces, but then he notices Lupâs corporeal form and his face softens into happiness. âYou look wonderful,â he tells her.
She shoots finger guns at him. "You're just saying that 'cause I'm his twin." He laughs easily, as he always does.
Taako leaves to make a new pot of coffee and his boyfriend follows him into the kitchen, enveloping him in a cold but comforting hug. Taako presses his face into Kravitzâs neck and tentatively acknowledges that this is the happiest heâs ever been.
A rainy Thursday morning turns into a celebration full of tears, hugs, and reminiscing. Taako and Lup cook supper together and she takes charge this time, very excited to be able to eat again. They make arroz con pollo, their auntâs recipe, and this time the smell of garlic and chicken summons fond childhood memories alone.
Theyâre back â Taako and Lup, Lup and Taako.
Heâs whole again.
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Between Hate And Lust Part Three
Ashton Irwin x Plus Size Reader
Authorâs Note: I think this will be the last part but if you guys feel differently and have any ideas please feel free to share.I think I might have gotten a little carried away but I still kind of like it. Let me know what you think. As I always say Iâm not writing this series to exclude any body type, shape, or size because everyoneâs bodies should be accepted and celebrated. So I am very sorry if this in any way excludes anyone, that is not my intention. If thereâs anything youâd like to read please leave a request in my asks and I will try my best to do it justice. If you have any feedback or ideas for part three please let me know. Also I know the picture doesnât really go but I love it and I couldnât find anything else Â
Summary: Y/N is forced to interact with her ex and Ashton comes to her rescue.
Warnings: Brief mentions of alcohol and cigarettes, violence, swearing, and smutÂ
Y/Nâs POV
That voice instantly made you sick to your stomach. You knew he was invited but you were hoping for your sake and everyone elseâs that he wouldnât show. You were pretty sure he was drunk already, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were glossed over. He pushed off the wall and stumbled closer to you, the overpowering smell of alcohol confirming your suspicions.
â âcha get all dressed up just for me?â he slurred.Â
âItâs a wedding,â you retorted, stepping back from him.Â
âYou still mad at me? I told ya it was a mistake.â he flicked the butt of his cigarette aside.Â
âI really donât want to get into this with you,â you let out. âCan we just go back to forgetting each otherâs existence and call it a night?â
He scuffed dramatically. âYou couldnât forget this even if you wanted to,â he crudely grabbed at his crotch. âLook like you havenât had a proper fuck in a while...âÂ
âYouâre right...been about two years.â You figured he was too drunk to catch on to your implication about your guysâ sex life but he caught on.Â
âLook, I fucked you the best I could considering all the extras I had to work around.â he motioned towards your figure.Â
As much as you wanted to fight back you knew now wasnât the best time; outside your best friendâs wedding, all by yourself with your ex drunk off his ass so you started to walk away from him. His empty hand immediately reaching out for your wrist and holding on tight.Â
You looked up at him with pleading eyes, âPlease let go. Now is not the time.âÂ
Ashtonâs POV
Your cover song was hit, countless people stopping you as you walked off stage. You tried to be as polite as possible, but the truth was you really didnât care what they were saying. You saw her reaction as you played the song, you watched her hurry outside and all you wanted to do was make sure she was okay.Â
You walked out the door and found her almost instantly. Your blood started to boil, a guy stood there in front of her with his hand wrapped tightly around her wrist. It most likely wasnât your place to get involved but you didnât care, you needed to make sure she was safe.
âY/N,â you called out. âEverything ok?â
Y/N used the distraction to pull away from the man. Your heart aches when she looked at you with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks.
âUm ya,â her voice was shaky and she rubbed at her wrist. âI was just...â
The guy stood in front of her stepping closer to you.
âFuck off. Itâs none of your business,â he slurred.
You were heated. âYou made it my business when you put your hands on her mate. So why donât you fuck off, letâs go Y/N.â You stepped to the side and reached out for her. She looked at your with a meek smile, just about to grab your hand when hands collided with your chest. You stumbled back a few steps. It took everything in you to not retaliate. You wanted nothing more than to lay him out on the ground right now, which you were fairly certain you could do with just one punch. This time Y/N stepped towards you and placed her hand on your balled up fist.
âItâs not worth it. Please letâs go.â You unclenched your fist and tangled your fingers in hers. Her hand was soft and inviting and you were positive youâd hold it forever if she let you.
Y/Nâs POV
You never thought youâd be so happy to see Ashton. You were grateful that he followed you outside. You were desperate to remove yourself and Ashton from that situation before things got any worse. For a split second you forgot about everything while you looked down at your hand intertwined with his, for a split second things were nice.
âShe wasnât the first ya know!â Your ex yelled back at you as you walked away with Ashton. His words stung more than you care to admit but you tried to ignore him and he wasnât happy about it.
âThere were six! And you better get used to gettinâ cheated on when you look like that, fuckinâ cow!â he yelled.
Before you could even process what was happening Ashtonâs hand was pulled from your grip and swinging at your ex. His fist connected with his jaw and he was down.
 âDonât ever talk to her again,â Ashton snapped.
He was either too drunk to care or too scared to hit him back because he just sat on the ground spitting out blood.
You looked at Ashton, âwhat the hell?!â you questioned.
From the look on his face he wasnât happy with your reaction. âSeriously? Nothings ever good enough for you!â He raised his voice. âFirst youâre mad at me for not standing up for you and now I stand up for you and youâre mad at me? Fuck this.â He huffed past you, walking in the direction of the parking lot.Â
Ashtonâs POV
You really tried to keep your cool, but the second he opened his mouth again you lost it. You werenât expecting Y/N to just fall into your arms and instantly forgive you but you definitely didnât expect her to be upset with you. You were just trying to do what you thought was right and at that moment when you heard him say those words, punching him in the face seemed right. Granted it probably wasnât the best choice but itâs what he deserved.
You hated raising your voice at Y/N, but you were upset. This back and forth with her was getting to be too much. You started to storm off to your car.Â
âAshton will you just stop!â she huffed. You stopped dead in your tracks, Y/N practically running into you.Â
âWhy? So you can yell at me some more.â You stepped towards her, the space between you two was practically none existent. You could tell Y/N was caught off guard, she bit her bottom lip nervously and it drove you crazy.Â
âI donât get you Y/N,â you chuckled. âOne second you seem like youâre ready to forgive me and then the next second youâre ready to rip my throat out.âÂ
âBecause thatâs how I feel! You drive me crazy! I know I should hate you, I really want to...but youâre.. fuck! I dont know.â This time she was raising her voice at you. You could tell she was having the same struggle you were so you decided to throw caution to the wind and go for it.Â
âYou do know. Youâre just scared. Tell me what you want.â You looked her up and down and licked your lips.Â
Y/Nâs POV
God he was infuriating. âYou think Iâm scared of you?â you laughed.Â
âNo I think youâre scared of what you want.â You were a little taken back by his sudden confidence but you decided to play along.Â
âOh really? And what is it that I want?â You held your breath while you waiting for his response.Â
âI think you want me...want me to push you up against this strangers car and show you how a real man should treat ya.â His words hit you like a ton of bricks. He was right, you were feeling so many different emotions right then but all you could think about was Ashton. If he was going to play this game then so were you.
âThen what are you waiting for?â you teased.Â
Ashton was on you instantly, his toned body pressed against yours and massive hands cupping your face. His kiss was better than you could have ever imagined. His lips were soft and sweet, eager but not rushed. Your lips parted, half because you were in shock that this was actually happening and half because you craved to taste him. His tongue slipped into your mouth and danced along yours. He pushed the two of you back against a car, his leg pushed your knees apart to make room for his leg to rest between yours. His thigh providing you with much needed friction.Â
âBet youâre so wet for me.â he whispered in your ear. The moan he elicited from you was almost embarrassing. Your desire took over, you couldnât waste anymore time being shy and self conscious. It was obvious Ashton wanted this as much as you did so for once you let go.Â
Ashtonâs POV
You were certain sheâd be the death of you by the end of the night. The sounds she made went straight to your cock. You were already so hard and you had barely even touched her, who knows how you were going to last once you did. You couldnât get enough of the of her body. The way it felt pressed up against you, the way she responded to your touch. You kissed every inch of her exposed skin- her cheeks, down the length of her neck, and all over her clavicle.
âYou teasinâ me on purpose?â she moaned.Â
âMaybe a little,â you laughed.Â
âPlease do something, drivinâ me crazy.â she rocked against your knee, begging for more.Â
âSince you asked so nicely...â You kept eye contact with her as your fingers trailed down her body, outlining her every curve. You kissed her softly as you got to the hem of her dress. In a swift motion you pushed up her dress and into her soaked panties.Â
âFuuuck...â she gasped so loud you instinctively covered her mouth with your free hand. You started to rub circles around her clit.Â
âGotta keep quiet doll. We are in a parking lot âmember?â Y/N nodded eagerly.Â
You decided you both had had enough teasing for now so you slipped your index finger inside of her. She was so tight and warm, just thinking about being inside her made your dick twitch in your trousers.Â
âSo tight and wet for me. Ya feel fuckinâ amazing.â You spoke against her lips.Â
You started off with a steady pace, pumping in and out of her while your thumb traced over her clit. She tangled her fingers in your hair, pulling on your locks as her climax built up inside her and her other hand started to palm your prominent erection. You were needy for her touch, but you were determined to make this about her right now, to make her feel good.Â
âNeed more please... Ash,â she begged.Â
âYouâre such a good girl for me..so needy.â You added an extra finger inside her and increased the pressure on her clit. It must have felt good because you could feel her legs start to shake. She grabbed on to the wrist of your hand that was down her panties, encouraging you to not let up.Â
âCâmon doll. Want to see you cum for me. Let me feel ya.â She nodded at your words.
Watching her cum on around you fingers was unlike anything you had experienced. You had made your share of women cum before but none of them looked like Y/N. Her face was so expressive, her body writhed with pleasure and her sounds alone were enough to make you cum.
âFucking shit Ash,â she panted when you removed your fingers and brought them up to your mouth.Â
You licked her orgasm off your fingers, releasing them with a âpopâ. âKnew it. Taste amazing.â
She caught her breath, âLetâs see how you taste...â She stepped towards you and started to drop to her knees.Â
You reached for her, âNot here doll. Can I take you home? I want to take my time with you and treat ya right.âÂ
âFine but I still kinda hate you,â she teased.
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Fated: Season 3
Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.
Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC
Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)
A/N: Weâre on Season 3!!! Wow time flies haha this is just pre Season 3, but I promise weâll get into the good stuff soon!Â
Chapter 1
The days were getting shorter and colder as the group of survivors scavenged the woods for shelter, only finding small wooden cabins to spend the nights. Rick and the others knew that they could not stay like this, not with Loriâs belly getting bigger and especially not with the harsh winter that was to come. Doing his best to keep up the morale of his group, Rick and Daryl went out to look for food and hopefully a shelter that they can stay for the months of the winter. Thankfully, they had come across an old abandoned warehouse, large enough for the group to temporarily live in comfortably.Â
They get to work on securing their temporary home, pushing up wooden planks up against the doors and windows to keep the wind out. Lori and Carol start up a fire in the middle of the building but the small fire wasnât able to warm up the large place. Gloria looks around and finds metal drum tins, she calls for Glennâs help to arrange them in a circle then fills up the finds with pieces of broken wood, setting them on fire for light and heat. The others start to lay out their sleeping bags and blankets, exhausted from their long journey. Gloria is still looking around the place when she finds a few metal buckets and she gets the idea to let her group have the luxury to clean themselves off.
She looks around and sees many wooden skids strewn all over the ground, âHey, Glenn, Daryl, come here for a minute.â she calls over to them, âcan you help me move these skids up to make a little private room, I think the others wouldnât mind a private place to clean themselves off.âÂ
The boys smile and nod, then proceed to move the skids, arranging them so that they have a makeshift bathroom. As they do that, Gloria goes out to retrieve snow into a bucket from outside, then places the bucket over the fire and waits for it to boil. Once the first bucket of water is boiled, she places another bucket of snow over the fire and brings the first to the makeshift washroom.Â
âAlright, the towel bath is set up for anyone who wants to use it first, but be careful, the water is just boiled so itâs really hot.â Gloria announces.
The others smile at her appreciatively, Rick insists that Lori be the first one to use the bath, followed by Carl. Gloria reaches out to Daryl who grabs her hand and helps her back to the campfire, letting her sit down by her bag.Â
âYa need to ice that?â he asks, looking down at her ankle.
She looks down at her ankle then nods, âI think so.â
Without another word, Daryl gets up to go outside to get some snow for her. Over the past few weeks, her ankle had healed a lot but not completely yet. Gloria was very grateful for Daryl as he was persistent on not letting her walk; he would have her sit on his motorbike while he pushed the bike from behind.Â
âHere.â Daryl says as he comes back from outside, handing her his red rag with snow wrapped inside.Â
Gloria smiles at the makeshift ice pack and places it gently on her ankle, hissing at the sudden cold on her skin. A while later, everyone had washed up, T-Dog being the last one to walk out from the wooden skids.Â
âYo, Gloria, itâs your turn, I helped you change the water already.â he calls out to her as he walks back to his sleeping bag.
She smiles at him, âthanks, Tâ!âÂ
As she struggles to get up, Daryl gets up from beside her and grabs her arm, pulling her up to stand. Daryl begins to walk Gloria to the makeshift washroom, his arm wrapped around her waist.Â
âHey, Daryl.â she says in a soft whisper, âare you going to help me scrub my back, too?âÂ
He blushes at her teasing but scoffs, trying to hide his embarrassment, âif ya need me to.â he mutters, making Gloria chuckle as they reach their destination.
Daryl stands there awkwardly, not knowing what to do as he wanted to help Gloria if she needed it but also knew he should give her some privacy. Although, Gloria didnât seem to mind or even notice that he was still standing close to her and watching her as she crouched down to wet the towel and wrung out the excess water. She draped the towel around her arm then grabbed a second towel, wetting it and wringing it out, then tossed it over to Daryl, letting him know that she was aware he was there.Â
âYou gonna just stand there?â Gloria teases, taking off her denim jacket then proceeds to wipe down her arms, her chest and her neck.Â
Daryl scoffs then takes the towel and does the same, wiping his arms of dirt and grime accumulated throughout the last few weeks. As Gloria cleans her skin, she realizes that she actually wonât be able to properly clean her backside. She glances at Daryl and a smirk grows on her face.
âSo, were you serious when you said youâd scrub my back if I needed you to?â she says looking up at him, playing innocent as he blushes at her words.Â
He eyes her for teasing him again but then nods, crouching down to her level and gestures the towel to her as if telling her to turn around. Gloria smiles at him, pleasantly surprised that he was actually willing. She turns around, her back facing him as she pulls off her black tank top. Daryl moves her long black hair to the side over her shoulders, he steadies his breath as he looks at her smooth back. She lets out a soft breath of relief as Daryl wipes her back with the warm towel, humming in satisfaction and enjoyment at the warmth on her back. Once heâs finished, Gloria turns around to face Daryl.
âYour turn.â she says with a smile, gesturing him to turn around.
Daryl bites his lip, hesitant but still turns around. Letting out a breath, he pulls his shirt over his head. Up until now, Gloria had completely forgotten about the scars littered on Darylâs back. The sight of them jogged her memory and then she realized why he was so hesitant.Â
âShit. Oh god, Iâm so sorry.â she mutters as she turns away from his back.
âYaâve already seen âem before, right?â Daryl says, glancing at her over his shoulder.
She purses her lips and nods, stuttering, âI have... I just... I forgot you had them...and I-I didnât mean to make you feel uncomfortable.âÂ
âItâs okay.â he tells her, then sighs when she still hesitates, âgirl, would ya hurry up, my backs gettinâ cold!âÂ
Gloria looks at Daryl then nods, muttering a soft sorry then wets the cloth again with warm water, ringing out the excess then starts to wipe down his back. As she does so, she isnât able to stop her mind from wondering how he got all of these scars, but Gloria also knows better than to ask him about it. Teasing him is one thing, asking about his past traumas are another.Â
âWas my dad.â Daryl suddenly speaks, not turning to face her.Â
Sheâs surprised that he would share something like this with her. But his words made her heart ache, it dawned on her that this was why he was always so flinchy and awkward with any physical contact. Daryl glances over his shoulder at her again when he hears her let out a soft sigh.
âYou wonât get hurt like this ever again.â she says softly then looks up at Daryl, ânot if I can help it.â
He scoffs at her words, turning back around to face forward, âJusâ keep wipinâ,â he says with a small side smile tugging at his lips.
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After months of the cold, the winter had finally passed. Daryl had been going out everyday to hunt for the group so that they all had some kind of meat. Gloriaâs ankle had finally healed properly as she had been icing it nearly every day and keeping off of it. Now being early Spring, Rick has wanted to find another place to stay. The warehouse was nice but it was only temporary as it was in the middle of nowhere and barely offered any protection from walkers or other potential dangers.Â
âIâm gonna go on a run, see if I can find anything before we move on,â Glenn announces as he puts on his pack.Â
âYouâre going out there alone?â Maggie asks, worry evident in her voice.
Glenn shakes his head then points to Gloria, âsheâs coming with me.â
Gloria looks at him and blinks, âI am?â Glenn hums a yes as he grins cheekily at her then leads the way, âI guess I am.âÂ
She follows him out of the warehouse with her own bag slung over her shoulder, daggers equipped to her belt. The siblings walk down a path set in the woods, scanning the area as they look for any cabins or houses they can rummage. Gloria uses her dagger to carve an âXâ in the trees they pass just in case they get lost.
âSo, is today the day we can discuss whatâs going on between you and Daryl?â Glenn asks as he walks beside her.Â
She rolls her eyes at the question, âIs that the only reason why you asked me of all people to come on a run with you?â
He smiles sheepishly at her, âWell, not the only reason, youâre good on runs too. But donât change the subject, so whatâs going on? I told you about me and Maggie.â
âPlease, you didnât tell me shit.â Gloria chuckles.Â
Glenn scoffs at this, âAre you kidding? I told you everything thatâs going on, back at the farm and after!â
Gloria stops walking and turns to look at Glenn, her arms crossed, âGlenn, you didnât even tell me that you and Maggie first hooked up in the pharmacy.â
Hiding her smirk when she sees Glennâs face turning bright red, she continues on the path, leaving him behind until he snaps out of it. He jogs to catch up to her.
âWhat else did Maggie tell you?â Glenn asks, worry in his voice.Â
âWell thankfully, for my sanity, she spared any details.â Gloria tells him.
He sighs, slightly relieved but curiosity is still engraved in Glennâs mind, âat least tell me when you two started, I could tell by that kiss on the highway that that wasnât the first time.âÂ
Itâs Gloriaâs turn to scoff at him, âyouâre an expert at analyzing kisses now?â
âYou could say Iâm experienced now,â Glenn grins proudly.
Gloria shakes her head and keeps walking, not revealing anything to Glenn about her potential relationship with Daryl. He pokes at her, knowing that sheâll give in eventually. She sighs as she knows Glenn will not give up until he gets his answer, Gloria glances at him then smirks, sheâll just have to make him regret asking.
âDaryl and I slept together at the C.D.C.â she blurts out, then turns around when she realizes that Glenn isnât walking beside her anymore, a look of horror on his face, âyou wanted to know.âÂ
Gloria shrugs and continues walking, a look of victory on her face as she hides her laughter.Â
Glenn groans as he resumes walking, âCome on, I only wanted to know about a kiss, not when my little sister got laid.âÂ
âKisses can lead to other things, but Iâm sure you knew that,â Gloria laughs when he groans again, âplus, thatâs revenge for when Maggie told me about you two, she doesnât realize how awkward it can be with us since she has Beth, so Iâll let that slide with her. You, on the other hand, enjoy the awkwardness.âÂ
Glenn shudders jokingly, making Gloria chuckle, âdo you love him?â he asks suddenly.Â
His question makes Gloria stop in her tracks, âWhat?â
Glenn looks at her seriously, âall jokes aside, do you love him?â
Gloria ponders for a moment, pursing her lips together as she thinks. She is attracted to him, thatâs for sure, and she enjoys his company. It always made her happy whenever she was able to make him smile or laugh, and sheâd always worry about him when he went out on his solo hunting trips. Gloria had thought she found love before, but this time it felt different. So... was this love?Â
âItâs getting there, at least... I think it is.â Gloria says as she smiles shyly.
Glenn smiles warmly at her as he pats her back, happy for his little sister. The two continue hiking through the woods on the path when Gloria spots a cabin in the distance, she nudges Glenn and points to it. Wordlessly, they agree to go and check it out. As they approach it, they notice that rather than it being a small cabin, it turns out to be a decently sized house. Gloria stands by the side door, holding one of her daggers ready to stab at anything that comes out as Glenn is on the other side of the doorframe, crouching and holding the handle. He looks up at her as he silently counts to three, then pushes the door open, both of them prepared for any type of threat but to their surprise, the house looks empty.Â
âLook out for any traps, this place looks way too clean.â Glenn says quietly as they walk in.
Gloria cautiously walks through the house, noticing that it looks barely touched by anyone, âeither this place is too hidden in these woods for anyone to find or someone is still living here, thereâs no way this place can be untouched.âÂ
âOr not.â Glenn says as he comes across the living room, his face a solemn expression.Â
Gloria walks over to him and looks into the living room to see a family of five, dead. Bullet holes in all of their skulls. She lets out a sigh at the scene, then snarling from outside catches her attention. She goes over to the windows and looks out, frowning at the sight in front of the house.Â
âGlenn... this place was fully protected.â Gloria tells him.
âWhat?â Glenn goes over to the other window and looks out, âOh my god...â
Around the perimeter of the property, walkers were lined up, bloody as they were caught in barbed wire, some impaled by wooden pikes sticking out of the ground. There were also small craters in the ground, scattered around the yard looking as if created by small explosions. The upper halves of some walkers were still wriggling around the yard.Â
âWe must have gotten lucky with going through the back door.â Gloria perceives, glancing at Glenn.
He nods in agreement, âbut if they were this protected, why did they still off themselves?âÂ
Gloria shrugs, looking away from the window then going towards a picture frame hanging on the wall, âbecause there were supposed to be six of them.â
Glenn turns in her direction, going to the picture and sees that there are six people in the photo. An older man and older woman, assuming to be the parents of the four younger adults. Two ladies, and two younger men.Â
âThey must have lost one, didnât see a point to go on after that.â Gloria sighs at this conclusion.Â
Glenn sighs too, then turns their attention to scavenging, âcome on, letâs see what we can find.âÂ
He heads upstairs while Gloria covers the main floor. Opening every drawer, she isnât able to find anything useful until she comes across two working flashlights. The kitchen was empty, wiped clean of anything. She sighs in frustration and confusion. This didnât make any sense, the house was spotless, as if no intruder had come in before them and if there were, they would have no reason to leave the house this clean. She goes out of the kitchen and down the hallway where she sets her attention on another door. Gloria grabs the doorknob and cautiously opens it slowly. The door leads down a set of stairs but it was too dark to see anything. Making use of her find, she turns on the flashlight and shines it down the stairs where she sees the start of some shelves. She bangs on the wall and whistles, listening intently for any snarling and she proceeds down the stairs when she hears silence.Â
âHoly shit...â she whispers to herself when she gets to the bottom of the stairs.
Packed along the endless shelves are boxes upon boxes of food, others stacked with medical supplies. This place was a goldmine.Â
âGlenn!â she calls with a grin on her face as she waits for her brother to meet her in the basement, âGlenn, down here!â
Light footsteps from the upper floor could be heard making their way down to the middle then reaching the basement, âGloria?â Glenn calls out to make sure before going down the stairs, âHoly shit.âÂ
Gloria grins as she glances at him and hands him the second flashlight, âJackpot.â they both say in unison.Â
The siblings start to pack up as much as they can into their bags. Soon, both of their bags are packed full of food and supplies, when Gloria comes across another shelf. Smiling to herself as she picks up a bottle of prenatal vitamins, she grabs a few and packs it into her bag as well, knowing Lori would appreciate them as she was getting bigger as each day went by.Â
âCome on, letâs go.â Glenn says as he zips up his bag, putting it on over his shoulders.Â
Gloria does the same thing and they both head upstairs and out of the house, making their way back to the warehouse. Unable to contain himself, Glenn woops as they get into the warehouse, catching everyoneâs attention as Gloria shakes her head at him.Â
âGuys, we hit the jackpot!â Glenn announces as he puts his bag on the ground, kneeling over it and opening it, revealing all the food and supplies they had found.Â
Rick grins at the sight, âWhere did you two find all this?â he asks as the rest of the group ogle at the findings in awe.Â
âFound a house in the middle of nowhere, barely touched and found their full supply in the basement.â Gloria tells him as she too puts her heavy bag on the ground beside Glennâs.
âHey Rick,â Glenn calls out, âhow about we stay here for one more night, eat and rest up and head out tomorrow, you know, to boost our strength and morale?â
Rick smiles and nods at the idea, âyeah, thatâd be great. Thank you, you two did us a great one.âÂ
The siblings smile and nod at Rick, then head to do their own things. Glenn goes over to check up on Maggie and Gloria digs through her bag as Carol goes up to her. She lets her go through her bag to see what she wants to cook up for the group, taking a few cans of corned beef, corn, and tuna. As Carol gets to cooking, Gloria takes the few bottles of prenatal vitamins and goes over to Lori.
âHey, how are you feeling?â she asks as she sits down beside Lori.
âWeak and tired, some days I feel like I canât even get up.â Lori sighs, her answer worrying Rick whoâs sitting beside her.
âThen I guess weâre lucky I found these at the house,â she says as she hands Lori the bottles of vitamins, âtake two a day, max, and you should be feeling better soon, assuming you keep hydrated and fed.âÂ
Lori looks at the bottles in her hands then back up at Gloria, she smiles and pulls her in for a hug, âThank you, thank you so much.â
âItâs nothing,â Gloria says, smiling as she pats Lori gently on the back.Â
Rick pats her on the shoulder, smiling warmly at her as a silent thank you and she nods back at him. Rick looks up as he hears footsteps entering the warehouse and he spots Daryl coming in, seeming to be looking around for him as well.Â
âRick!â Daryl calls out when he spots him, then gestures him to come over.Â
Frowning as Daryl sounds eager, Rick gets up and goes over to Daryl. The two men talk in private, then Rick looks to the group, an unreadable expression on his face.Â
âWeâll be right back.â Rick says as he and Daryl leave the warehouse together.Â
As the group waits for Rick and Daryl to return, theyâre feasting on the meal thrown together by Carol. Lori keeps her eyes on the entrance of the warehouse, waiting anxiously for Rick to return. Gloria pats her shoulder, trying to calm her down but Lori sits up when the two return, a grin on Rickâs face.
âEverybody, I think Daryl found us a place we can make our new home.â he announces.
âWhat kind of place?â Maggie asks, a look of uncertainty on her face.
âItâs a prison.â Daryl says simply.
âIâve seen it, itâs got fences, a large courtyard and walls that can keep walkers out. We can make it work,â Rick looks around at his people, âitâs not a long walk away, if we head there now, we can secure the yard by tonight.âÂ
The group is silent, unsure of their new finding as it sounds too good to be true. Theyâve been wanting to find a permanent place to stay ever since the farm got overrun, so this was something they needed to be true but they didnât want to get their hopes up. Gloria looks around and sees the rest of the group hesitate so she takes initiative and gets up, walking to her bag and zipping it up.
âCome on guys, itâs gonna get dark soon, we should clear it now while we still have light.â she says, looking at everyone encouragingly.Â
Rick smiles at her then Glenn nods and starts to pack up his stuff too along with Maggieâs. Carol, T-Dog, Hershel, and Beth start to pack up their things too. Carl helps his mom carry her things and they all head out, following Daryl and Rick to their new potential home.Â
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Some main things I wanted to show here were Daryl and Gloriaâs relationship growing, and Glenn and Gloriaâs dynamic as siblings, I hope I did them justice?? Hehe Please let me know what you think! Next chapter coming on Friday!
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New Music: Act 2, scene 7
Chapter summary: The aftermath of the fight with the Delanceys. Cora and Davey get to spend some time together.
Word count: 2,122
Warnings: blood tw, injury tw (nothing serious, but just as a heads up these are things that come up in the chapter)
Disclaimer: Preface
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Links: Spotify playlist, YouTube playlist, âJust the Way you Look Tonightâ on YouTube
A/N: Hey, look, I finally figured out how to put the keep reading links in mobile!!! Now yâall donât have to scroll past mega-long chapters any more!!! Iâll go back and add them into the other chapters at some point, too. Also! There are some deleted scenes that Iâm going to be posting today or tomorrow! Two are from this chapter, and one is from an earlier chapter and I just forgot to post it then (oops). So stay tuned for those!
Previous chapter: Act 2, Scene 6
Next chapter: Act 2, Scene 8
Davey turned around as the door to the club opened, ready to join the others in their typical gentle ribbing of Jack, Albert, and Race for being late, but his comments died on his lips at what walked through the door.
Race and Cora came through first. Even with her face buried in Raceâs shoulder, the filth covering Coraâs clothes was obvious, and Davey immediately knew that something was wrong. This conclusion was supported by the next people through the door: Crutchie, clutching a bloodied handkerchief to his head and walking half-supported by Jack. They were followed by Albert, carrying Elaine on his back, and Mush, holding another bloody handkerchief over his nose.
Henry was the first person to move, running for the first aid kit Medda kept behind the bar. The others shifted into action right after him, getting chairs to set Crutchie and the girls down in, getting them glasses of water, and wrapping ice in towels to help with swelling and bruises. Spot took Mush by the shoulder and led him into the bathroom. Albert set Elaine on one of the bar stools and helped her out of one of her shoes, grabbing one of the bundles of ice and holding it to her ankle. Race set Cora down and gave her a quick, tight hug before picking up another ice bundle and holding it to his knuckles.
Henry went straight for Crutchie, checking out the bleeding gash over his eye first. âThis isnât actually as bad as it looks,â he said. âI donât think it needs stitches. The bleedinâs slowinâ too. Keep pressure on it until it stops.â
Davey noticed Coraâs eyes flicking around the room, like they couldnât focus on anything. With everyone flitting around, chattering with each other, demanding answers, he couldnât blame her. He stepped forward hesitantly and brushed a hand against her shoulder. She flinched away, nearly falling out of the chair.
âIâm sorry!â Davey said. âCome on. Letâs go over there.â He offered his hand to her. Cora took it, trembling, and let him lead her to the other side of the club, where they sat down in a corner booth. The high seats blocked out some of the noise the others were making, like they were in a bubble. Davey looked down and saw Cora picking at the skin on her hands, pulling it away from where it had split over her knuckles. âHey,â he whispered, reaching out to take her hands. She pulled away from him with a little gasp. âSorry, Iâm sorry,â Davey murmured. He held his hands up, then set them on the table. âI donât want to hurt you, or scare you at all. I just want to help. What can I do?â
Cora shook her head and stared down at her hands. Davey nodded and crossed his arms on the table, resting his chin on them, hoping that his presence alone would help Cora relax.
Back over by the bar, an argument was brewing. Davey glanced over, trying to catch up on what he had missed.
âThatâs it,â Jack was pacing back and forth, clearly furious. âThat. Is. It. This is done. Weâre doneâall of it.â
âJack, come on, youâre not makinâ sense,â Race said, shifting the ice on his bruised knuckles.
âNo,â Jack snapped, spinning on him. âI said beforeâthe last timeâthat we should stop before things got outta hand, but youse convinced me to keep goinâ. Well, now itâs over.â He stalked over to Elaine and lifted her arm, showing a nasty scrape that went from her elbow almost all the way down to her wrist under the ripped fabric of her sweater. âLook at this. All of youse. Look at this, and at Crutchieâs head, and Mushâs nose. Iâm not okay with this.â Elaine yanked her arm back and cradled it against her chest, glaring at Jack. âI ainât gonna let anyone else get beat up over music.â
âWhat are you sayinâ, Jack?â Mush asked, his voice low.
âItâs over,â Jack said, turning to face him. âAll of this. The band. Over and done.â
âJack, the Delancey twins have been beatinâ people up long before we started playinâ music and doinâ shows,â Albert protested.
âThey didnât start because of us,â Race added.
âYeah, but we all became a target because of this,â Jack said. âEverybody knows that the Delanceys have been beatinâ up kids on Pulitzerâs orders since freshman year. Kids he couldnât punish otherwise. Pulitzer wants to control us, thatâs why heâs got Snyder and his goons patrollinâ the school all the time. If he canât control us through legit means, heâll do it through the Delanceys.â He flung his arms out. âWell, Pulitzer canât control this. He triedâlast night, he was the one who sicced Snyder on us, Iâm sure of it. Heâs doinâ whatever it takes to shut us down.â
âHeâs doinâ whatever it takes, and heâs winninâ!â Mush snapped. âBecause youâs lettinâ him! If we stop what weâre doinâ now, itâs tellinâ Pulitzer that we can be controlled, just like you was sayinâ. Itâs lettinâ him win and givinâ in to his pressure.â
âYouâd really let him take away something that makes you as happy as music does over a couple of bullies?â Elaine asked softly.
Jack turned around and took her hands in his, looking up into her eyes. âIf it would keep youâall of you, or even one of youâsafe? Absolutely.â He kissed Elaine on the knuckles and released her hands, then turned around, looking at the rest of the group. âLook, youse may be okay with this, but I ainât,â he said softly. âI ainât gonna be responsible for anyone else gettinâ hurt.â
âYouâre not responsible for this, Jack!â Finch insisted. âPulitzer is. The Delanceys are. It ainât your fault.â
âItâs none of our faults,â Spot said, taking a step closer. âThe Delanceys is just a couple of meatheads. They ainât thinkinâ for themselves. All they wants is to hurt other people. Pulitzer just gave âem an excuse to go after all of us. They was probably told that they could do whatever they wanted to us without gettinâ in trouble, and that just made us the easiest targets for them. The Delanceys have come after all of us before. Itâs nothinâ new. Now weâs just easy pickins.â
âThatâs the point!â Jack cried. âWeâre easy targets to them. Why would they risk goinâ after anyone else when they could just keep pickinâ us off?â He grabbed Elaineâs arm again. âWhatâs it gonna take before we do let them win? Broken bones? Worse? What if they put someone in the hospital? What do we do then?â
Elaine snatched her arm back again. âDo me a favor, Jack. Donât use me as an illustration.â She slid gingerly off the barstool and limped towards the door, stopping to pick up her bag. âItâs clear we wonât be getting any rehearsing done today. Iâm going home.â
Finch sighed. âIâll drive you.â He stood up and took Mush by the arm. âYou too. Letâs go.â Mush didnât protest, but let Finch pull him out of the club.
They passed Medda on the way out, and she gasped when she saw Mushâs face. âWhat happened?â
âThe Delanceys,â Mush sighed. âEveryoneâs okay. Henryâs patching Crutchie up now. Jackâs pissed, though, so fair warninâ.â
âCan I assume you all wonât be rehearsing today?â Medda arched an eyebrow.â
âYeah, but weâll be back tomorrow, donât worry,â Finch grinned.
âI look forward to it,â Medda smiled. She patted Mush on the shoulder as she passed, and nodded down the street. âYouâd better hurry and catch your girlfriend before she gets too far away.â
Finch glanced down the sidewalk and sighed. âElaine! Wait! I said Iâd drive you!â
Medda opened the door and stepped into the club. As advertised, the atmosphere was tense. Henry was taping up a gash on Crutchieâs forehead, Jack hovering nearby. Some of the other boys were close and seemed to be trying to helpâMike and Ike, Boots, JoJo, Specs. At the other end of the bar were most of the other boysâSpot, Blink, Albert, Race, Romeo, and Smalls. Medda looked around for Cora, concerned, but spotted Daveyâs side in the corner booths and smiled to herself. She went to check on Crutchie first, and patted Henry on the shoulder. âThatâs a nice job youâre doing there. If any of you need anything, Iâll be in my office.â
On the other side of the club, Davey glanced back down at Cora. She had her eyes squeezed shut, and her hands clamped over her ears. Davey raised a hand to brush against her shoulder, but thought better of it. âCora? Cora, can you hear me?â
Cora opened her eyes slowly and looked over at him.
âThey stopped fighting. Itâs quieter now. Itâs okay; you can uncover your ears.â
Cora moved her hands away for a moment. When Davey proved to be correct, she moved them down into her lap and started picking at her skin again.
âHey, donât do that,â Davey murmured, reaching out to take her hands in his. âItâs okay. Youâre okay. No-one is going to hurt you. I promise. I wonât let them.â
Cora offered him a watery smile. Davey looked around, not really sure what to do. âHey, Cora, whatâs your favorite song? That we sing, at least. Or your favorite song to sing. Or perform. If⊠uh, if that makes sense.â
Cora stayed silent for a moment. Davey didnât think she was going to answer, at first. But then:
âI like⊠I like when you sing Sinatra,â she said, her voice small.
âOh yeah?â Davey grinned. âWhatâs your favorite Sinatra song?â
She paused. âUm⊠I canât remember what itâs called. I liked the one you sang for your audition. That was real nice.â
Davey thought for a moment. ââMoon Riverâ? Thatâs a good one.â
Cora nodded. âIt sounds real pretty when you sing it.â
Davey smiled to himself. âThanks.â
They sat quietly for another minute. Cora shifted slightly and leaned into Davey. He very gently slipped his arm out from between them and wrapped it around her shoulders. âWhat other Sinatra songs do you like?â he asked finally.
Cora shrugged. âLots. Heâs got a nice voice. Itâs soothinâ. Like yours.â
Davey smiled down at her. âThanks.â They lapsed into silence again. Once again, Davey was the one to break it, as he began to hum softly.
Cora glanced up at him as he began to sing quietly:
âSome day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight.â
Davey didnât miss the soft smile that was beginning to creep over Coraâs face, so he kept singing, emboldened now.
âYes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm,
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you
And the way you look tonight.â
The rest of the club seemed to fade away. He could no longer hear the other boys talkingâhe wasnât sure if it was because they had left, or if he was just so focused on him and Cora in their little bubble.
âWith each word your tenderness grows,
Tearin' my fear apart,
And that laugh, wrinkles your nose,
Touches my foolish heart.â
The longer the song went on, the more Cora seemed to relax. She rested more and more of her weight against him, letting her head fall against his shoulder. Her breathing grew steady and even, and her hands relaxed in her lap, no longer tearing at themselves.
âLovely, never, never change,
Keep that breathless charm,
Won't you please arrange it?
'Cause I love you
A-just the way you look tonight!â
Daveyâs breath hitched in his throat and he stopped singing. Cora looked up at him, green eyes wide, but she didnât say anything. Davey swallowed thickly and whispered the next words: âAnd that laugh that wrinkles your nose, it touches my foolish heartâŠâ He found himself leaning lower, drawn by some magnetic force to Cora. His voice cracked, but he kept going with the lyrics, his voice getting even softer.
âLovely, don't you ever change,
Keep that breathless charm,
Won't you please arrange it?
'Cause I love you
A-just the way you look tonightâ
He swallowed again and pulled away. Cora looked down at her lap again, her hands shifting like she was about to start picking at them again. Davey took a deep breath, leaned down, and quickly pecked her on the cheek. When she looked up at him again, her eyes were even wider, shining happily as a beautiful smile spread over her lips. Davey grinned back at her.
âJust the way you look tonight.â
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