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thefallennightmare · 2 years

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Moment of Weakness-twenty two

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Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Author's Note: I'm so, so, so, sorry 😩

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The car door slammed behind me as I fumed with anger, the steam cascading over the windows. I tried to steady my breathing, deep breath in then deep breath out. I did this a few times until I felt all of my anger dissipate through my body. Being alone with Bucky had brought up so many past feelings that I knew if I didn’t force myself to leave, it would have ended with us naked on his couch.

Not wanting to drive quite yet, I spent the last few minutes browsing my phone when a post from Natasha on instagram popped up. My breath caught in my throat, the ultrasound staring back into my face.

Twelve weeks today!

I read the caption a few more times, something not quite sitting right in my gut about this whole thing. There was confusion on the dates; she told me almost two months ago that she was six weeks so shouldn’t she be at the very least 14 weeks? Also, the fact that I swore I saw her at Big Mike’s bar earlier today but couldn’t prove it, the lighting being too dark.

Curiosity got the best of me and I took a screenshot of the picture, deciding to look it up online. I wanted to be completely sure with my assumption before making an ass out of myself in front of Bucky.

“I fucking knew it!” I exclaimed, my voice echoing throughout my small car.

The picture that Natasha posted had immediately shown up on google, at least thirty pictures, with the same position of the fetus and everything. The only difference, she must have photoshopped her info on the sonogram. A women's clinic in town had it posted on their website which must have been where Natasha found it.

She was faking the pregnancy. But why?

Unless she found out about the divorce and thought it would be the only way to keep Bucky?

Or.

“Oh, fuck!” I cursed, the realization slamming into me like a freight train.

Natasha knew about Bucky and I.

I saw Bucky’s car was still in the parking lot so I bolted from my car back inside of the office, his name falling from my lips.

He quickly came out of his office, eyes filled with worry. “What’s wrong?”

“She knows.”

Bucky raised a brow. “What?”

I sighed while tossing my things back onto my desk. “Natasha knows about us.”

His pupils went wide for a moment. “How do you know?”

I gnawed on the inside of my cheek because I wasn’t entirely sure on how to bring this up without making him upset.

“I can’t,” I shook my head. “I can’t tell you exactly how I know but trust me, Natasha knows about the affair.”

Bucky ran a hand over his jaw and let out an annoyed breath. “You want me to trust you?”

My head shook feverishly but did nothing to assure him.

“You’re being ridiculous, Y/N,” Bucky turned his back to me and went back into his office.

I scoffed loudly. “Excuse me?”

He sat on his couch while I came to a halt in front of him, hands on my hips.

“How well do you trust Natasha?”

Bucky’s lips twitched. “She’s my wife.”

“Seriously? This is why I can’t tell you!” I exasperated.

He stretched his arms over the back of the couch. “You have this thought that Natasha knows about us but won’t tell me what makes you think that.

I shifted on my feet. “Can you promise to listen to everything I have to say?”

When he nodded, I took a deep breath in an effort to gain the courage I had been seeking.

“I think she’s faking her pregnancy.”

Bucky leaned his elbows on his knees, jaw clenching with anger. “What?”

“Okay, so.” I began to pace around the office, unable to look him straight in the eyes; his piercing blue eyes. “Nothing about it makes sense. When you first told me about the pregnancy, you said she was a few months along but when I saw her a few days later, she said she’s only a few weeks along.”

“Today, she posted a picture of her sonogram and said she was three months today but that doesn’t make sense, she should be almost five months.”

I stopped in my tracks momentarily to look at Bucky, who simply watched me with a raised brow.

“Then I swear I saw her at Big Mike’s bar drinking. Or, well it looked like it was her. It was too dark inside so I’m not one hundred percent sure.”

Bucky slowly raised to his feet while placing his hands on his hips. “Are you done?”

I nodded while taking a breath, needing more oxygen after rambling for the last couple minutes.

“You’re only saying this because you’re upset that I decided to stay with Natasha.” Bucky said.

I sneered with my top lip curled. “Did you forget that I was the one that decided to end things?”

His brow raised at me. “So why are you even here, Y/N? To tell me lies in hopes I divorce Natasha so you can get what you want?”

My eyes stung with his words, welling with tears. “That’s not why I brought this up. I thought you should know that she’s lying to you and it's because she knows about us. She’s trying to do whatever she can to keep you.”

“The only proof you have is a gut feeling,” Bucky pinched his eyes shut with a sigh. “I can’t bring this up to her without it.”

“Can’t you trust my word? I wouldn’t lie about something like this, Bucky.” I pleaded.

He looked at his feet with his head hung low. “She doesn’t know about us. We were always so careful.”

My fingers itched to reach for him, forcing him to look into my eyes to see that I was telling the truth. Our personal feelings aside, Bucky didn’t deserve to be lied to. I only wished I had some sort of proof.

“Bucky,” I breathed while grabbing his hand to give it a squeeze.

He finally looked up and my breath hitched when he stepped closer towards me, his body heat engulfing around us in our own personal bubble.

“You don’t deserve this,” I told him.

“Doll,” Bucky’s voice cracked.

The magnetic pull between us had returned and With a quick low scoop of lips, he pressed them against mine and I froze for a second before melting into him, my hands quickly finding his hair. Bucky’s vibranium hand grasped my cheek to deepen the kiss; his tongue wrapped around my own.

“No!” I pushed him away. “Why did you do that?!”

Bucky reached for me but I responded by smacking him, hard, across his face. His eyes darted down to the ground while licking his lips, teeth digging into his bottom one.

“Stop it!”

The tears fell from my eyes as I ran a shaking hand through my hair. “I shouldn’t have come back inside.”

“I’m sorry, doll. I know it’s wrong but it feels so right being with you.”

I pushed his chest hard which made him stumble back onto his couch. “I don’t care! You can’t continue to have your wife and me on the side. I know she’s faking the pregnancy but that doesn't mean she continues to deserve this.”

“For once in your life, Bucky. You don’t get whatever you want,” I cried while wiping the tears away.

“If you bring me proof that she’s lying, I’ll go through with the divorce,” Bucky said.

I stared at him, dumbfounded, and slowly shook my head. “I shouldn’t have to do that. If you loved me like I love you, you would trust what I’m saying.”

Bucky blinked, my confession not going over his head like I wished it would. “Wh-what?”

“I love you, Bucky even though I tried not to fall for you because I knew what it only meant in the end.”

I motioned between us. “You said it yourself; you can’t love people easily.”

“I’ll try-.”

“Don’t you get it?!” I screamed, interrupting him. “I can’t keep doing this! I did my best to be strong around you, tried to go back to normal but the second I’m alone with you I throw everything out the window. All I want to do is kiss you, love you, but I can’t because you won’t leave her!”

There were fresh tears streaming down my face as I choked out a sob. This was something I feared to do, not wanting to leave everyone I met here behind. But I knew, deep in my gut, that mentally I couldn't stay any longer.

“I quit.” I managed to get out through the sobs.

Bucky was fast on his feet. “You don’t have to leave, Y/N.”

“I do,” I cried. “Because if I stay, it’s only going to bring me more pain and my heart can’t handle any more.”

“Please,” he begged while reaching for me.

I stepped away from him and with tears trailing into my mouth, bitter tears stinging my tongue, I gave him the best smile I could.

“All I ask is that you don’t call me, begging to come back, when you find out she was lying to you. You could have been happy with me, Bucky. I could have loved you till my last breath.”

Without looking back to see his own tears falling, I let the cries flow through me in waves finally saying goodbye to someone I should have a long time ago.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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Anything else, Mr. Barber?

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, cheating, coercion, blow job, somniphilia, abuse of power, no edit.

This is dark!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Andy Barber is fed up with his tardy assistant.

Based on these drabble requests:

Andy Barber + somniphilia + “You’re late.” + Andy waking up the reader with sex.

Andy Barber + losing a bet + “do it or I’ll make you.” + Reader bets on something she's confident about, and agrees (ig?) to go down on Andy if she loses. When she inevitably loses, she's reluctant…

Andy Barber + “Do it or I’ll make you.” + abuse of power + Andy wants his cock sucked by his young assistant, but she's a little reluctant.

Andy Barber + “Why are you crying?” + Somniphilia + Something where he forces himself on her and she doesn’t wake up until the end

You knocked with your elbow before the voice came from the other side of the door, staunch and irritated. Fuck, you were late again. It wasn’t your fault, the cafe was crowded and your boss hated the vending machines river water. You let yourself in but Andy didn’t even look up as you entered.

You put the paper cup down as you greeted him, “Mr. Barber.”

“You’re late,” he kept his eyes on the folder in front of him.

“I got held up at--”

He took the cup and sniffed the brim. He scrunched his lips and sat up, his eyes meeting yours at last.

“Cream or milk?” he frowned.

“Milk, like always,” you wisped, your heart still beating from your frantic race to the office.

He took a sip and put it back heavily. He swallowed stiffly and cleared his throat.

“You sure?” he gave a fickle grimace, “tastes like cream.”

“I swear I ordered milk--”

“Just like you said yesterday you wouldn’t be late again.”

“I tried, I--”

“No more excuses,” he crossed his arms, “you’re late one more time and you owe me.”

“I’ll stay late tonight,” you offered.

“No, we’ll see,” he shifted in his chair, “if you can keep track of time, maybe we won’t have to.”

“I’m sorry--”

“You have work to catch up on,” he interrupted again and dropped his arms, he leaned back and grabbed a paper from the pile, “go on.”

You left and sighed as you closed the door behind you. You went to your desk, only a few feet from his office and took off your jacket. You really tried to be on time but Andy just didn’t seem to realise that his last minute texts for you to head down to the archives or to hit the coffee shop weren’t helping. That or he just didn’t care.

You booted your computer and fished around for a pen in your bag. Your leg jiggled as you thought about the next day, maybe if you left earlier you might avoid another slip-up.

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A week. A whole week and every day you were right on time. Andy couldn’t complain as you brought him his dark roast with milk and his documents in their acrid folders. It cost you some sleep and some early morning road rage, but he had nothing to gripe about as you met him with a smile.

It didn’t last. You hit a train at midtown and that threw your whole day off. Usually you missed it as the freight came at the same time every morning. The universe liked to see you fail.

Again you entered after a knock. Andy didn’t say anything as you set down his cup and you hesitated to leave as you waited for his reproach. Still nothing. You went to the door and his chaired squeaked.

“Before you leave tonight, we need to talk,” he snarled.

“Yes, Mr. Barber,” you pulled the door open.

“I need the Hanson files copied,” you heard him toss the envelope and you turned around.

“Will do,” you neared and took the manila casing.

“Collated and stapled,” he stared you down, “now go. I’m done wasting time.”

You retreated and flinched as the door clicked behind you. You pushed your head back and cringed. Fucking train.

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This time, Andy was late. It wasn’t unusual that his hearings ran long but you knew if you left, it would be worse. The elevator dinged and you watched the doors. He stepped out and bid a goodbye to whoever else was within. He didn’t even glance at you as he quieted and swept by your desk.

He snapped his fingers as he opened the door to his office and you stood. You felt like a dog, your tail between your legs as you followed.

“Close the door,” he said and you obeyed again.

He dropped his bag against his desk and sat. He rolled the chair back as he spread his legs wide and stretched his arms behind his head. He rubbed his eyes and his hands fell onto his thighs. He tilted his head and his jaw twitched as you faced him nervously.

“How many times do we have this conversation?”

“Please, there was a train--”

“Always something. The whole world is against you,” he scowled. “Well, I’m done with warnings. You were late and you owe me.”

“Mr. Barber--”

“Don’t worry, I’ve been thinking about it all day, how to settle this all,” his lips curved slightly, “we had a deal. You’re late, you pay.”

You were silent and slightly confused. You gulped and his fingers tapped on his pants. You winced as suddenly he gripped his belt buckle and unhooked it.

“Mr--”

“Get over here,” he said.

“Wha--”

“We’re done talking, so get over here and show me you want this job,” he sneered, “because it really doesn’t seem like you do.”

“No, I-- you can’t--”

“Do it or I’ll make you,” he shifted as he reached down his dress pants and pushed down his pale blue boxers.

“Mr.--”

“You make me real tired of repeating myself and if I have to again, this conversation and your time here is over,” his eyes bore into you and you wavered on your feet.

You took a careful step, waiting for him to stop you, waiting for him to tell you he was kidding. He didn’t and you took another and another until you were behind his desk. He turned his chair to face you and stroked himself above his open fly. Your lips parted as you couldn’t help but stare.

“I don’t have to tell you how to suck it, do I?” he taunted.

You inhaled and grabbed the desk as you got to your knees. He kept playing with himself as he wheeled closer. He angled his dick forward and tapped your lips as you bent over him. You let out your breath and opened your mouth. You wetted the tip with your tongue before you stretched your lips around it.

His hand fell from his dick and went to the back of your head. He urged you down and groaned as he felt the resistance at the back of your throat. You choked as he forced himself deeper and you breathed through your nose. His other hand went to your shoulder as he guided your motion, slowly at first.

The sloppy noise of your mouth filled the office and you gripped the top of his pants as you struggled to keep going. Your eyes watered and the droplets hovered along your lashes. He moved you fast and moaned as his fingertips swirled over your scalp.

“That’s it,” he said, “knew you must be good for something.”

You murmured around his dick and he hissed. Your throat constricted around him as you gagged and he shoved your head down over and over.

“Don’t make a mess now,” he purred.

He pulled you back and slammed you down all at once. He held you there and rolled his hips as he jerked and came down your throat. You let out a pathetic sputter and gasped as you gulped down his salty cum. Your throat milked his dick and he sighed as he eased out of your mouth.

You fell back and caught yourself on your hands. He rubbed his thighs and stared down at his wet cock, “whew, well, let’s hope you’re late again tomorrow.”

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You weren’t late again but that only seemed to make Andy’s temper worse. Even as you arrived before him, he seemed irked by your very existence. He got his coffee, his files, and anything else he could think to demand. You got your peace even if it wasn’t entirely that.

You were tired all the time. You made double sure to be at the office a full hour before your start and you even stayed late, just in case he wanted to punish you for leaving without his say so.

Several weeks passed but things didn’t get better, especially as each time you walked into his office, you felt him in your throat, heard his dark moans.

That day was no different as you waited for him and his black jacket flapped against you as he brushed past you without so much as a good morning. You turned and followed him into his office and put his coffee down. He shook his head and sat.

He took a drink and grimaced. “Cold,” he muttered.

“Sorry, Mr. Barber, I--”

“Go,” he waved you off.

You swallowed your voice and went. You sat at your desk and heard a sudden splat and the hollow clatter of the coffee cup. Was he mad at you? About what? You were early everyday, you got him everything he asked for, you did your job, you lived at work… what more could he want?

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When his assistant wasn’t late the next day, Andy was smug. He’d taught her her place and gotten off in the process.

At first, he’d nearly slapped himself for the idea. He knew it was wrong but he was tired of her being late, tired of being unhappy about everything in his life. Laurie barely looked at him as she brought her work home, Jacob was too busy with his friends to need his dad, and this woman couldn’t even bring him his coffee on time.

It was a simple solution to two problems. It eased both his stress over his errant employee and the neglect of his marriage. It didn’t last, but she wasn’t late again. Even after a week, even after two, then three. His frustration returned and so did his need.

He couldn’t look at her. Everytime he did, he saw her on her knees, head bobbing over his lap, and heard those delightful noises. She made him want it again but he didn’t know how to get her again. It was easy to justify it with her missteps but when she behaved, it made him feel rotten.

That, however, did not keep him from getting hard whenever she called him Mr. Barber or her eye lingered on him a little too long.

He didn’t know what to do, so that day, he stayed late at the courthouse. He called the office and told her to go, otherwise she would wait for him. If anything, his lesson had been effective in teaching her the importance of punctuality.

But even as he drove home, he kept thinking of her. He stopped at the corner of his street as the streetlights turned on and stared down at the dark shape of Laurie’s car. He took out his phone and dialed.

“Andy,” Laurie answered.

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late, things… I’m just all tied up. I’ll be a while,” he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against his knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel.

“Fine,” she answered curtly, “see you in the morning?”

“Uh huh,” he sat up, they both knew it was an empty promise.

He headed back to the office. He searched through the old filing cabinet and pulled out the resume; hers. He read the address at the top. He hoped she hadn’t moved since then. He keyed it into his phone and got out the doors right before the cleaners locked up.

He drove to her building and sat outside. He watched the front and as less people came, he knew he had to act. He reached behind his seat and grabbed the empty paper bag from his lunch. He puffed it up and took off his suit jacket. He went to his trunk and took out the hoodie he kept for emergencies.

He ran up the steps of the building as a woman unlocked the door. He waved to her and called out, “hey,” she turned back as the door buzzed and she opened it, “you don’t mind holding that? I’ve been waiting for an answer for twenty minutes and… he waved the bag, “it’s getting cold.

“Oh, whatever,” she let him grab the door and he smiled, enlivened by his own act.

“Thanks,” he followed and watched her disappear onto the elevators.

He repeated the number in his head, 310, 310, 310…

He took the stairs up to the third floor and left the bag against a railing. He stepped into the hall and counted the doors to hers. He listened through the wood, he could hear her television. He tried the handle but it didn’t budge.

He exhaled and reached into his pocket for his keys. He still had the pocket knife from the days when Jacob was in the scouts. He remembered the trick his dad had taught him, one of many he couldn’t forget. He unfolded the nail file and jammed it in the slot.

He wiggled and the door opened as the handle almost cracked in his grip. He peeked around and pushed inside. He expected her to gasp, maybe even to scream, but she didn’t even sit up.

The deadbolt was loose, broken from his intrusion. He put the chain in place instead and approached the back of the couch. Again he braced himself for her shock. She was asleep. The coffee table was littered with a styrofoam container, a wine glass, and a half empty bottle.

He stopped and stared down at her. He tucked away the knife and took off the hoodie. He paced, hoping she’d wake up and scare him out of what he was thinking off. He had come this far, hadn’t he? He couldn’t stop now. He wouldn’t.

He unbuttoned his shirt and as he got to the last, he paused. He should go home but what was there but a silent and sleepless night beside his wife. He folded the shirt over the chair and took off his leather shoes. He rolled off his socks and stood straight. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down with his boxers.

He was hard and hurting. He went to the couch and sidled between it and the coffee table. He grabbed the wine bottle and swigged. For courage. His nerves were jittering as he looked down at her dark blue tee. It was longer and reached halfway down her thighs. He only ever saw her in her blouses and her skirts, a bit clueless but always put together.

He touched her leg lightly and cautiously bent it. She breathed loudly but didn’t rouse. He straightened her leg and reached under her shirt. He tugged the panties down and untangled them from her feet, watching her face with each move.

He moved her leg over the edge of the couch and got on his knees beside the other. He tickled along the hem of her shirt and bent over her, holding himself up on the arm as he stroked his dick. She was going to wake up.

He didn’t care, he needed to fuck her. He pushed against her and slid his dick back until he found her entrance. He watched himself as he thrust into her in a single motion. Her body jolted and she grumbled. He smelled the wine on her breath but she stayed asleep.

He rocked his hips and hummed at the sensation of her walls around him. He dipped into her over and over, a smooth rhythm as it got easier with each tilt of his hip. He focused on his dick gliding in and out of her as he grasped the collar of her tee in his hand.

He sped up as he felt the ecstasy bubbling inside of him. His flesh slapped against her loudly and her leg dangled against his thigh. He closed his eyes and pushed his head back as he let out a long groan. So close, so close, and all he could focus on was his climax, even as he heard her surprised voice and felt her hands bounce of his chest.

“Andy!” she cried out.

He crashed into her and she shoved against him. Her legs bent around him and she wriggled helplessly. She sobbed and he bucked one last time as he came. He spilled into her as her walls squeezed him.

“Call me Mr. Barber,” he purred as he held himself completely inside of her.

He opened his eyes as he heard her sob. He looked down and stroked her cheek. She turned her head away from him and smacked away his hand.

“Why are you crying?” he asked and pushed against her until she whimpered.

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americasass91 · 4 years

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Just a Negotiation

^chose this photo because arms🥵

This will most likely be my last submission for #shamelesshoesforchris. I’ve enjoyed this challenge SO much! Thank you @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 for hosting such an awesome challenge! This is the longest fic I’ve written so far. I’m such a hoe for Steven Grant so he’s the star of this one. I hope you enjoy it!

Prompts:

“Can you just not right now?”

“I don’t deserve you”

Words: 6.8k

Rating: Explicit(I can’t seem to help myself)

Warnings: Smut, angst, reader not admitting feelings, Steve being Steve, language, unprotected sex, lil cockwarming

“Ah, fuck! Right there, Steve! Don’t stop!”

“Couldn’t stop if I wanted too, sweetheart.”

He grabs your hips and bounces you on him even faster. Planting his feet on the floor so he can meet your thrusts.

Usually he’s the one on top and you’re just along for the ride. But today he told you he wanted you to ride him. He didn’t have to tell you twice.

He’d already made you come twice with his fingers and mouth. So it’s no surprise that you can already feel yourself on the precipice of pleasure once again.

He leans back from sucking on your neck. “You gonna come for me,Y/N? I can feel you squeezing my cock.”

You moan in reply. You aren’t able to form any words at the moment. He’s hitting your g spot with every thrust. You tangle your hands in his hair and slam down on him hard one last time as your orgasm hits you like a freight train.

“Fuck, Y/N. Yes! Feels so good. You’re gonna make me come.”

His thrusts become even harder and faster than before. You know he’s close.

You lean forward and bite his earlobe as you clench down on him, “Come on, Captain. Fill me up. I want it.”

At your words he throws his head back and lets out a loud groan, coating your insides with his spend. His thrusts come to a stop as he rests his forehead against your chest, trying to catch his breath. You run your hands through his hair, your own breathing coming back to normal.

He brings his head up and leans in for a kiss. He pulls away and smiles. “So, same time next week?” He chuckles as he lifts you off of him and stands you up. “Sorry but I have a mission to get ready for. I think most of your clothes are in here, although I think your shirt is in the living room.”

“You and I both know we won’t last until next week, Rogers.” You start gathering your clothes, dressing as you go. You’d never admit it to him, but it always hurts your feelings a little bit when he kicks you out so quickly after your trysts.

Once he’s dressed in sweats and a too tight shirt, he comes over for a goodbye kiss. “That’s true, Y/N. You can’t resist all of this.” He gestures down his body with a chuckle.

You laugh at him. “Unless I have other plans.” You head out of his bedroom in search of your shirt. He follows you and leans against the doorway to his bedroom with his arms crossed, an amused expression on his face. “And what plans would that be?”

You finally locate your shirt and put it on. You head for your purse by the door. “I don’t know, but I could. My life doesn’t revolve around you, Rogers.”

You hear him chuckle. “Okay, tell that to my cock, sweetheart. You’ve been over here every night for the past 2 weeks. Not that I’m complaining.”

You turn around and face him. “I just wanted to create the illusion that I had a life. You know where to find me when you need a release.”

He gives you a smile that makes your knees feel weak. “That I do, Y/N. Have a good night.”

“Good luck on your mission!”

You wave and open his front door, glancing in the hall to make sure nobody is around. Once you realize the coast is clear, you close the door behind you and head back to your room.

You always hate this part. Your walk of shame. Some part of you always feels a little bit like a cheap whore. Although you agreed to this. So really you have nobody to blame but yourself.

See, you and Steve agreed awhile ago to become friends with benefits. It started with you complaining about going through a dry spell. He offered to help out. You know since he’s such a helpful kind of guy.

At first you declined his offer, stating you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. He understood and that was that.

Then a few nights later you had the worst date you had ever been on. You came back to the compound in a horrible mood. You’d really thought this date would’ve been a guarantee for sex. Then the guy turned out to be a total douche. You told him you had to ‘go to the bathroom’ and you made a beeline for the exit.

You stomped right up to Steve’s room and banged on his door.

He answered and looked confused to see you standing there. “Didn’t you have a date tonight? It’s not even 8:30. Is everything ok?”

You push your way inside and shut his door. “Listen, Rogers. I’m going to be real with you. The guy was a douche so I left early. So I was wonder-” He cuts you off. “He didn’t hurt you did he? Cause I’ll kill him if he did.”

You smile at his willingness to protect you. “No, Steve, he didn’t hurt me. He was just some self entitled, trust fund prick who thought the world revolved around him. I couldn’t stand another minute of him telling me how amazing he was. So I left and came straight here. I wanted to know if your offer still stood?”

His brows furrow. “You mean the offer about ending your dry spell? Yes, that offer still stands.”

You surge forward and crash your lips onto his. He reciprocates quickly and wraps his arms around your waist. After a few minutes of urgent kisses he pulls back. “Wait, wait. I just want you to know that I’m not interested in a relationship. With our line of work, I just don’t have time for one.”

You nod in understanding. “That’s great, Steve. But I’m trying to get some dick, not a relationship. And besides, this’ll only be a one time thing.”

That was the first lie you told yourself. At first it was only going to be a one time thing. But the sex turned out to be fucking phenomenal. So one time turned into two that turned into three and so on.

The next lie you told yourself was that you weren’t going to catch any feelings for him. Which you hadn’t for the first couple weeks into your negotiation. Then that all shot to hell. He’s Steve Rogers for goodness sake. How could you not fall for him?

Which leads you back to now. You know you should cut it off with him. But you can’t. You did a stupid thing and fell in love with him. And he’s let you know more than once he doesn’t have time for a relationship.

You finally reach your door and sigh in relief you didn’t run into anyone else. You and Steve have done a pretty good job at keeping this thing between you guys a secret. You plan to keep it that way.

You open your door and turn on the lights and just about jump out of your skin. Sitting on your couch is none other than your best friend, Nat. “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!”

She stands and heads towards you. “Sorry, bug. Couldn’t resist scaring you. So, how’s Steve?”

You can feel the blush heating up your face. You turn and head towards your kitchen. “What? Nat, it’s 2 in the morning. Why would I know how Steve is? I was just working out some frustrations in the gym.” You grab 2 bottles of water out of the fridge and turn to toss her one.

She catches it and just gives you an amused look. “Oh come on, Y/N. I’m a trained assassin and spy. I know you guys are hooking up.” She twists the cap off her water and takes a sip.

“How did you find out?” There’s no use in denying it. You can’t lie to her. She knows you too well.

“Well besides the fact that you guys are always near each other and finding ways to touch each other? I walked to his room a few weeks ago to go over some paperwork with him and heard you guys. I gotta say, Steve has a dirty mouth on him.”

You groan as you head towards your couch. “Well we did a good job keeping it a secret up until now.”

She joins you on the couch. “How long has this been going on for exactly?”

You think for a minute. “About a year, give or take.”

She gapes at you. “You’ve been fucking Rogers for a year and I’m just now finding out about it? I mean is it just fucking? Are you guys in love? Why didn’t you tell me? What’s he like in bed? How big is it? I thought I was your best friend?”

You grab her shoulders and shake her a little. “Whoa calm down, Nat! First of all, yes. It’s just fucking. I didn’t tell you because Steve and I agreed to just keep it between us because we didn’t want to complicate things any further. And he’s the best I’ve ever had okay? His dick is amazing and has probably ruined me for all other guys. And you are my best friend. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Do you forgive me?” You give her the best puppy dog eyes you can muster at 2 am.

“Of course I forgive you, bug. But you didn’t answer all of my questions.” She smirks at you. You give her a confused look. She just rolls her eyes. “Are you guys in love?”

You look down at your hands in your lap. “I mean, I am. He’s not. He doesn't want a relationship right now.” You raise your head and look at your best friend. “But yes, I’m so in love with him it hurts. And if this is all I can have with him, then I’ll take it.”

She tilts her head to the side as if contemplating something. “Have you told him how you felt?”

You about spit the water you had in your mouth out before quickly swallowing it. “What? No! Of course I haven’t. He doesn’t love me. I’d just be setting myself up for failure.”

“How do you know that? How do you know he doesn’t feel the same? Maybe he’s scared to tell you. Come on! This is Steve we are talking about. Tell him! What’s the worst that could happen?”

You just stare at Nat in disbelief . “Um, he could hear me! And he would’ve told me by now. Right?”

Nat just shrugs her shoulders. “Not if he was afraid to tell you for the same reasons you’re afraid to tell him. Come on, Y/N. Yeah it might be hard to do but at least if you tell him you’ll know once and for all.”

She does have a point. If by some miracle he does feel the same then this could be the best thing that you ever do. If he doesn’t feel the same then at least you can cut ties and move on. You were tired of crying yourself to sleep at night over it. You look back at Nat. “Okay, I’m gonna do it. Tomorrow I’m gonna tell him and then I’ll know.”

She smiles and hugs you. “That’s great, Y/N. But it’s gonna have to wait until he gets back from the mission he’s going on tomorrow.” You furrow your brows. “Oh shit, that’s right. What kind of mission is it?”

“Just a simple undercover one. It’s just him and Sharon going. They have to pose as a married couple to try to get in good with some illegal drug smugglers. We think they’re involved with HYDRA. So they are going to check things out. Should be back in a week or so.”

“Won’t that be awkward with the two of them? I mean they dated for awhile.”

“It shouldn’t be, I mean they split on good terms. Promised to stay friends. I’m sure it’ll all work out fine. Besides it’ll give you plenty of time to work up the courage to tell him your feelings.” She smirks and stands to head towards the door.

You roll your eyes at her and bid her goodnight.

As she shuts the door behind her you can’t help but to think she’s right. It will take you the whole time he’s away for you to work up your courage.

It’s been 3 weeks since you’ve seen Steve. He came back from his mission today. You had psyched yourself up the whole time he was away.

That’s what led you to knocking on his door only hours after he got back. You hope you gave him enough time to debrief and shower the mission off.

Here goes nothing. You knock hesitantly.

The door swings open and Steve greets you with a smile. “Y/N! I didn’t expect to see you so soon but I’m glad you’re here. I need to talk to you.” He leans down to give you a hug and leads you inside.

“Really? That’s great cause I need to talk to you too.” You head to sit on his couch and look at him expectantly.

“You do? Okay then you go first.” He offers as he sits next to you.

“No, no. You go first. I insist.” You pat his hand, encouraging him to speak so you could hurry up and spill your guts to him.

“Okay, so something happened on the mission. Between Sharon and I. I think there’s still something between us. Nothing physical happened because I didn’t think that was right considering what you and I have going on. But I think we want to give it another shot.”

Your heart falls into your stomach. You do all you can to keep your smile. “Oh! Well that’s great news, Steve.”

“It is? I mean you’re not upset? I wanted to talk to you and put an end to this whole friends with benefits thing before I pursued anything with her.”

“Why would I be upset? Consider it ended. I mean it was just a negotiation between friends right? Thank you though, Steve. That was very considerate of you to talk to me about it first.”

He gives you his 100 watt smile. “Of course, Y/N. I mean I know we’ve been having sex but you’re my friend first and always. Unless you think there’s any reason I shouldn’t ask her out?”

He looks at you expectantly.

“Nope, I don’t see any reason why you shouldn’t. Who knows? Maybe this will lead to that happy ending you're always talking about.”

He looks just the slightest bit disappointed but the look is gone almost as fast as it appeared. “Okay, great. Now you said you had to talk to me? What’s up?”

Oh shit, you can’t tell him now. You quickly pull some excuse out of your ass. “Oh, um. I was just wondering if you’d spar with me? I’m getting a little lazy in my fighting and I think you could help me?”

“Of course. I’d be happy to. How about we start tomorrow? Say 8am?”

“Sure! Thanks, Steve. I gotta get going. Promised Nat I’d watch a movie with her. But hey, good luck with Sharon.”

You get up as quick as you can without it looking too suspicious. He stands up and walks you to the door. “Yeah, thanks. So I’ll see you in the morning?”

You open his front door and turn to look at him. “You bet!”

You shut the door behind you and high tail it to Nat’s room.

Just as you're about to knock, the door opens. Nat looks startled that you’re standing there. “Y/N, hey. I thought you’d be with Steve.”

You push her back inside and slam the door shut. “I was with Steve. And guess what, Nat? He ended things between us. He’s asking Sharon out again. Says he thinks there’s still something there.”

Nat pulls you into a hug. “Even after you told him how you felt? I’m going to kick his ass.” She pulls away and heads towards the door.

“Wait, Nat. No, I didn’t get the chance to tell him. After he told me he wanted to end things I couldn’t do it. He wants to be with her. I just want him to be happy. And if that doesn’t include me then so be it.” You’re doing your best to not cry.

She rolls her eyes. “Oh come on. Don’t cry on me now. I mean it’s not like they made it work the first time. I’ll give it 2 weeks before they break up. Then you can tell him how you feel!”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “You’re insane if you think I’m telling him anything now. And I’m not betting on his relationship to fail.”

She puts her hands on your shoulders. “Trust me, bug. In a few weeks this’ll all be over and you’ll be in his arms instead.” She winks at you.

“All right, Sharon and I have an announcement to make! We wanted you guys to be the first to know since you’re our family. We’re getting married!”

You were going to kill Nat. 6 months ago she told you this wouldn’t last. Now here you were in the middle of one of Tony’s extravagant parties, hearing Steve’s engagement announcement.

You could feel your heart shattering into pieces. Because of course you still loved him. Those feelings haven’t gone away. You blink back your tears as you hurriedly search the crowd for Nat. You find her and she’s already giving you an apologetic look.

You had to get out of there before the tears fell. You turn around and head towards the elevators as quick as you can. You need some air. You get in and turn in time to see Steve looking at you with confusion. The doors close before your tears fall. Thank god. You hated crying and especially in front of people. You push the button for the roof. You let yourself have a good cry until the doors open again, signaling your arrival.

You head over to the railing and look out at the grounds. You never should’ve agreed to that whole friends with benefits thing. If you hadn’t, you wouldn’t be in this mess.

You wipe your tears away on the back of your hand.

About 10 minutes pass before you hear the elevator doors open. “So this is where you ran off to.”

You whip your head around to meet Steve’s blue eyes. He walks toward you and leans on the railing next to you. “Why’d you take off? They brought out champagne to celebrate. I know how much you love champagne.”

You chance a glance at him, hoping it’s dark enough that he can’t tell you’ve been crying. “Yeah, I just needed some air. Sorry about that. Why did you follow me? Shouldn’t you be with your new fiancée?”

He smiles at that. “Yeah well you looked upset. I wanted to make sure you were okay. And she’s busy showing everyone her ring anyways. Probably doesn’t even realize I’m gone.”

You return his smile. “Well, I’m happy for you. If anyone deserves their happy ending, it’s you.”

He pulls you into a hug. “Really? You mean that?”

You pull away and step back. You can feel the tears coming again. “Of course I do, Steve. You’ve done so much. You deserve all the happiness you can find.”

“Thanks, Y/N. That really means a lot.”

You turn and look out at the grounds again. “So, have you guys set a date yet?”

He chuckles and turns to stare out at the grounds with you. “Actually yeah. We’re getting married in 2 weeks.”

You turn towards him with wide eyes. “Holy shit, Steve! 2 weeks! Are you crazy? What’s the rush? That’s a whole lot of planning in such a short amount of time.”

He looks at you and rubs the back of his neck. “I know. But Sharon wants to get married at the Plaza. The only date available anytime soon is in 2 weeks. It was either that or we had to wait 3 years for the next available date. I even pulled the Captain America card. That’s what got us the spot we have now.”

“Wow, well good luck with that.” You pat him on the shoulder.

“Actually I was wondering if you could help out? I’m going to ask everyone to pitch in. I know it’s a tall order but with everyone on board, I know we can make it work.”

“Of course. Whatever you need me to do. But I really have to pee so I think I’m gonna go.” You start heading back towards the elevator. “Just let me know what needs to be done!” You step inside the doors as soon as they open and push the button to make the doors close before he can follow.

You cry as you descend to your floor. You can’t believe Steve’s getting married. You should’ve just told him how you felt. Maybe he would’ve chosen you. You scoffed at yourself. ‘Yeah right. Chosen me over Sharon Carter. Get real. I’ll never be in her league.’ You think as the doors open.

You hurry to your door, not surprised to see Nat standing there.

“There you are! Are you okay?” She opens her arms and lets you fall into them. You cry on her shoulder. She rubs her hand up and down your back. “Come on, let’s get you inside. Nobody needs to see you like this.” You pull away from her and open your door with your key.

Once inside you let loose. “What the actual fuck, Nat! You gave it 2 weeks! Well guess what? They’re getting married in 2 weeks! Yeah! Apparently Sharon just has to get married at the Plaza and that was the only date available.”

“I’m sorry, bug. I really didn’t think they would last. Let alone get married. I really thought he loved you too!”

“Can you just not right now? We were both wrong. I admit I was also hoping it wouldn’t last long. But it’s done, it’s over. Can we just not talk about it anymore?” You had raised your voice, letting the tears continue to fall.

She just gives you a sympathetic look. “Sure, Y/N. Let’s talk about something else. Did you happen to see who Sam was getting all cozied up to?”

You smile and wipe your tears away yet again and engage in the gossip with your best friend. You give her a hug and apologize for yelling.

The next 2 weeks flew by.

You and Nat were currently on your way back to the compound from Sharon’s bachelorette party. She had invited all the girls so you decided it was a great opportunity to get drunk. Even Nat let loose and had too many.

You were in the elevator with her on the way to your floor. You were leaning on each other and laughing at god knows what. The doors open and you both stumble out. You manage to catch yourself on the wall but Nat falls to the ground.

“Oh, shhiiit, babe! You ok?” You slur as you attempt to pick her up. Thank god Sam and Steve choose this time to turn the corner.

“Nat! Dammit are you ok?” Sam asks as he helps her up. She leans against him and starts laughing. “Willssoon! I need to pee really bad. Take me to my room!” She points in the wrong direction. Sam turns to Steve. “I’ll take this one if you take that one?” He nods his head in your general direction. You’re still laughing at Nat falling down. Steve nods. “I got her.” He turns towards you as Sam navigates Nat to her room.

“Hey there, Y/N. You have a little too much to drink?” He asks as he goes to grab your waist. You flinch away at his touch and almost fall down in the process. “Don’t you have your ‘fiancée’ to take care of?”

Steve rolls his eyes at you. “She’s staying with a friend tonight. The wedding is tomorrow and we’re not supposed to see each other. Now let me help you get to your room please.”

He goes to grab for your waist again and this time you let him. All you want to do is sleep and you know he’ll get you to your bed faster. It takes him no time at all to help you to your door and again help you unlock it since you couldn’t seem to get the key in the lock. He leads you inside and sits you on the couch. “You need to drink some water and take some pain pills. You stay here and I’m going to go get those for you.”

“Thanks, Stevie. Always doing the right thing. Always choosing the right girlfriends. I knew that’d never be me.” You kick your heels off as best you can and wrap yourself in your blanket on the couch.

Steve comes back with the water and pills. “What do you mean it would never be you? What are you talking about?”

You snatch the pills out of his hand and swallow them down with the water he offered you. “I just knew I’d never be your girlfriend. Nat lied to me. She told me you felt the same about me. But I knew deep down you didn’t. Why would you? I’m just Y/N. You’re Steve! Handsome, amazing, funny Steve. And it doesn’t hurt that you’re the best I’ve ever and will ever have in bed. And you have a really nice penis.” You start giggling as you lay down. Sleep was starting to take over.

Steve crouches down and touches your cheek. “How do you feel about me, Y/N?”

You smile sadly at him. “Why I love you, Steve. But that doesn’t matter. You have Sharon. Your happy ending.” You close your eyes and feel yourself going under.

Steve sits back and stares at your now sleeping form. You love him. Did you mean it? He’d always heard from a drunk mind comes a sober heart.

He could feel his heart rate increase. What did this mean? You loved him? Why didn’t you ever tell him? Wait. Why was he worried about this? He was getting married tomorrow. He should be worried about the wedding going smoothly.

He shook his head and stood up to head back to his room. You couldn’t have meant it. You were drunk. You didn’t know what you were saying.

Those were the thoughts swimming around Steve’s mind as he tried to catch some sleep.

You wake up on your couch. ‘Huh, I don’t remember getting to my room last night’ You think as you grab your phone to check the time. It’s 11. The wedding starts at 1. Shit. If you were going to make it on time you needed to start getting ready. Did you even want to go?

Just then you hear a knock on your door. You throw your blanket off of you and go to see who it is.

You open your door to reveal Nat with 2 cups of coffee. “Here, thought you might need this. Do you feel as bad as I do?”

You take a sip of the coffee. “Actually, no. I feel fine. Although I don’t remember getting back to my room last night.”

“Oh, yeah. I ran into Sam in the kitchen. Steve helped you to your room. Sam helped me to mine. Apparently I fell down and you were laughing at me.”

You snort into your coffee. “Sorry. But that explains why I don’t feel bad. Steve always makes me drink water and take pain meds when I drink too much and I always wake up feeling ok.”

She glares at you. “At least he was nice enough to do that. Sam just dropped me inside my door and left. I woke up on the floor this morning. He thinks it’s hilarious. That’s ok, I’ll remember this the next time he gets shit faced. So you want me to pick you up at 12:30 and we can go together?”

“Actually I don’t think I’m going. I know it’s going to piss Steve off but I don’t think I can watch him get married. It’ll hurt too much.”

“Okay then I’m staying here with you.”

“No you’re not. You’re going. We don’t need Steve mad at both of us.”

“But you’re my best friend. Rogers will get over it. I want to be here for you.” She grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze.

“That’s really sweet but I’ll really be ok. How about you leave the reception early and sneak a bottle of champagne back and we’ll share it?” You smile at her.

“Okay deal. But I’m only going to stay until they cut the cake. I’ll bring you a piece along with the champagne.” She gives you a wink and heads toward the door. “I know that today is hard for you, bug. Just remember that I love you.”

You smile and blow her a kiss. “I love you too! Now go on and get ready before you’re late.”

As soon as she closes the door behind her you let the tears fall. You knew today would be hard. You just hope he’d eventually forgive you for missing his wedding.

You go take a shower and change into some pajama shorts and a shirt you’d stolen from Steve. Your heart was hurting and all you wanted to do was lay in bed.

You crawl under the covers and hope that sleep will claim you and give you some relief from the pain.

You’re startled awake by a pounding on your door. You glance at your clock and see that it’s 12:55. Nat. She must've decided to skip the wedding. You throw the covers off of you and hurry to the door.

“Nat, I told you to go to the wedding, I’m fine.” You say as you open the door. But it’s not Nat’s green eyes looking at you. It’s Steve’s blue ones. He’s standing there in his tux with the tie undone.

“Steve? Uh, pretty sure you’re getting married in like 5 minutes. What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in? I just called off my wedding so I’m pretty sure I have some angry people looking for me.”

Your eyes widen but you step aside to let him in. “Wait. Why did you call off your wedding?”

He turns around and puts his hands on his hips as he looks at you. “Did you mean what you said?”

You furrow your brows and cross your arms over your chest. “Mean what, Steve?”

“Last night. You don’t remember what you told me?”

You search through your brain for any recollection. “Um, no. Care to enlighten me?”

He takes a step toward you. “You told me you love me. I need to know if that’s true.”

Your eyes widen. God damn tequila. You knew you should’ve stopped after 4 shots.

“Well since it’s apparently out in the open, yes. It is true. Of course I love you.” You can feel your hands shaking. Nervous about what he’ll say.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“I was going to! But then you told me you were going to ask out Sharon so I knew I didn’t stand a chance.”

He furrows his brows. “What? Why wouldn’t you?”

You turn away from him as you speak. “Because, she’s perfect. She’s beautiful, funny, a total sweetheart. She’d give you the shirt off her back if you needed it. She’s considerate of others. I couldn’t compete with that.” You wrap your arms around yourself. You can once again feel tears welling up.

Steve walks up and turns you around to face him, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Yeah, you’re absolutely right, Y/N. She is all of those things and even more. But do you know what she’s not?” He brings his left hand and cups your cheek. “She’s not you.”

Your breath catches, your heart rate increases. “Wh-what? What are you saying Steve?”

He just smiles at you and pulls you closer. “I’m saying that it’s not her that I love. It’s you. It just took me awhile and your drunken confession to figure it out. I’m sorry it took me so long. I think I’ve always loved you.”

Now the tears are falling for a completely different reason. You reach up and thread your fingers through his hair. “God, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

He smiles and leans in and presses his lips to yours for a sweet kiss. You gladly reciprocate and smile into it.

Steve groans and pulls you flush up against him. One hand on your cheek, the other on your lower back.

You barely pull away, your lips still touching. “Steve, make love to me please.”

He pulls back a little more to look you in the eye. “Y/N, are you sure? That wasn’t my intention when I came here.”

You nod your head. “I know it wasn’t. But we’ve only ever fucked before. I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to make love instead. So please?” You give him your best puppy dog eyes.

He lightly chuckles before pulling you back in for another kiss, this one more urgent than the last.

You pull him as close to you as possible and start walking backwards towards your bed.

Once you feel your mattress hit the back of your knees you break the kiss for some much needed air.

You waste no time and start undoing the buttons of Steve’s dress shirt. He takes his jacket off and starts unbuckling his belt to help you along. You lift up on your tiptoes to steal another kiss once you get the shirt unbuttoned. You push it off his shoulders and run your hands down his muscular chest. You quickly unbutton his slacks and pull those along with his briefs down his toned legs until they are pooling at his ankles. He quickly kicks them and his shoes off. You take this opportunity and grab his hard, aching cock and start stroking him up and down.

He groans and pushes you away and grabs the hem of his your shirt and gives you a look. “Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N? I’m willing to wait.”

You shake your head continuing your slow strokes. “That’s nice and very noble of you, Steve, but I’m not.”

He shakes his head with a smile and pulls the shirt over your head and drops it into the growing pile of clothes. He pushes you down on the bed and climbs on top of you, stopping once he gets to your exposed breasts. He looks up at you as he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting lightly. That’s all it takes to get you to start squirming under him. He takes his right hand and moves it between your bodies until it’s settled at your clothed core. He starts rubbing your slit, your wetness soaking through your shorts and onto his hand. “Steve, please, no teasing. Just need to feel you.”

He grunts and sits back on his haunches and gazes down at you. “So goddamn beautiful. I don’t deserve you.” He hooks his fingers into your shorts and pulls them down and off your legs, tossing them somewhere behind him.

“I could say the same about you, handsome.”

He smiles down at you and gives his cock a few languid strokes before moving back over you, leaning in for another heated kiss. He rubs his tip over your soaked slit, making sure to get nice and coated. “You ready, sweetheart? Ready for me to fill you up?”

You whine and mewl underneath him. “Yes, Steve, please.” You buck your hips and rub up against his cock causing the both of you to let out a moan. Steve pushes the head of his cock against your heat and slowly pushes in. You whimper at the stretch and pull him down for a kiss. He grabs your right hand and places it beside your head, intertwining your fingers as he bottoms out inside of you.

You throw your head back and moan his name, feeling so nice and full. He takes his right hand and cups your cheek, making you look at him. “Are you ready for me to move, sweetheart?” You can only nod as you roll your hips against his, needing some friction.

He pulls out slowly until just his tip remains before slowly gliding back in. He keeps up his leisurely pace, making you feel every drag of his cock against your walls. You wrap one leg around his hip, making him go even deeper. You plant your other foot on the bed and meet his thrusts. “That’s it, sweetheart. Pull me in deeper. You like feeling me stretch you out? Like me filling you up over and over?”

You moan out and grip his hand tighter. “Yes, Steve! Please. Harder. Need it harder.”

He happily fills your request and starts thrusting into you with more force, causing your body to move up the bed. You remove the hand that was tangled in his hair and place it on the headboard above you, keeping yourself from hitting it. “Fuck, Steve. Yes! Please don’t stop!”

He starts kissing up your neck, his thrusts never faltering. “I’m not gonna stop until you fall apart underneath me, Y/N.”

You shiver at his words. You can feel the coil in your belly threatening to snap at any moment. He leans down so his mouth is next to your ear. “I can feel you squeezing me, pretty girl. You gonna come for me? Come on, Y/N. Come all over my cock.”

You shake your head and move so you lock eyes with him. “No, don’t wanna come. Feels too good. I want it to last.” He just smiles and leans in for a kiss before pulling away to look into your eyes again. “Come on, Y/N. Wanna feel you come. Please?”

You moan at his begging. You can feel your legs shaking from holding back. You just want to last a little longer.

He moves his mouth back down to your ear. “I’ve got you, sweet girl. Come for me. I love you so much, Y/N.”

That was your undoing. The coil snaps and you come apart. A tear escapes at the intense orgasm and from Steve’s words.

Steve only lasts a few more thrusts before he pushes his face into the crook of your neck and comes with your name on his lips. His body gives out and he falls on top of you, careful not to put all of his weight on you.

He smiles into your neck and places a sweet kiss there. You sigh in pure happiness and run your fingers through his hair. You both stay like that for a few minutes with him still buried deep inside you, enjoying the intimate moment too much to move.

He lifts his head and gazes down at you with a big smile on his face. “That was amazing. The best sex we’ve ever had.” You nod in agreement. “It really was. We’re gonna need to do that again.” You giggle as he playfully rolls his eyes at you. “You’re insatiable.” You shake your head. “No, I’m in love.” He smiles and pulls you in for another kiss.

Suddenly a thought pops into your head and you pull away. “What if I would’ve said no?” He gives you a quizzical look. “What do you mean?”

“What if I didn’t love you? What if I had just been drunk and was saying stupid things?”

He just shrugs his shoulders. “I guess I was just really hoping you meant it.”

“You called off your wedding on hope?”

He shakes his head. “No, I called off my wedding because I realized that Sharon wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted you.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes again. “I love you so much, Steve.”

He leans down for another kiss. “I love you, too. You’re more than just a negotiation to me, Y/N. I hope you know that.”

You nod your head and cup his cheek. “I know that now.”

He tucks some hair behind your ear and whispers, “You’re my happy ending, Y/N.”

The tears fall at his admission and you pull him down for another perfect kiss. Glad to finally be wrapped in the arms of your love.

#shamelesshoesforchris #steve rogers #steve rogers smut #captain america #chris evans smut #chris evans #smut #steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers x reader #Cici91 writes

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lifeofkaze · 3 years

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When Stars Ignite - Chapter 12

HPHM Rockstar AU

A/N: Surprise, a new chapter already! This one and the Chapter 11 were actually supposed to be one single chapter but we decided to cut it due to my inability to keep things short length. Hence, the same title with an addition and the consecutive days - just so you don't wonder. Also, in case anyone was confused by the timeframe reading Chapter 11, this supposed to be a flashback to when the whole thing between them started - sorry for not making this clear in the first place 💛

General Warning: This whole fic has a general warning of being NSFW / 18+. We will give specific warnings for every chapter in itself, but several adult themes will be more or less present in every chapter, may it be explicitly or in mention. These include sexual topics, drug abuse, (ab)use of alcohol, smoking and a whole lot of cursing.

Specific Warning: Langague, mention of alcohol and drug abuse, mention of NSFW content

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Find the masterpost here, the previous chapter here and the next one here. The songs featured before every chapter can be found on this pretty badass playlist here.

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This work is a collaboration with @the-al-chemist

Taglist: @slytherindisaster @night-rhea @carewyncromwell

It's just the way that you walk

It's just the way that you talk

Like it ain't no thing

And every single day is just a fling

Then the morning comes

~ Smash Mouth - Then The Morning Comes ~

Lizzie woke the next morning to a painful pounding inside her head and a mouth as dry as dust. It took her a few moments to find her bearings; the light of the morning sun didn’t fall onto her bed like it did now, and neither did her sheets smell like Orion’s aftershave.

With that thought the memories of last night hit her like a freight train. Covering her eyes with her hand, she let her head slump back onto the pillow, a breathy chuckle leaving her parched throat. She certainly hadn’t expected that to happen when she had agreed to go to her first poetry slam with Orion. Saying she regretted sleeping with him would have been a blatant lie, though; it had been far too good for that.

Sitting up slowly, Lizzie stretched her back, rolling her neck from side to side; her head hurt like hell but it wasn’t as bad as she had anticipated. Orion seemed to be up already, which didn’t surprise her; Lizzie knew he was an early riser from the many years they had spent touring together.

Her eyes fell onto the nightstand and the corners of her mouth twitched into a smile. A full bottle of water and a blister pack of painkillers were waiting for her there. Not sure what she was more grateful for, the meds or the water, Lizzie took a large gulp out of the bottle first before washing down one of the pills with a second, smaller sip; her mouth was so dry, she wasn’t even sure any of the water was reaching her stomach at all.

She sat between the sheets for a little longer, her back leaned against the rough brick wall. Taking small sips out of her bottle every now and again she contemplated last night’s events.

In a thousand years she wouldn’t have anticipated ending up in bed with Orion when all they’d had planned had been a night out together. And it wasn’t like she could blame it all on getting drunk and high out of her mind either; Lizzie was honest enough with herself to admit she’d always found him more than a little attractive, but so far, it had stopped for her at that.

The dreamcatcher hanging from the window frame directly above the bed was painting intricate shadows on the sheets. Lost in her thoughts, Lizzie watched them, trying to discern if she felt any different after spending the night with one of her best friends.

If she was completely honest with herself, the answer was no. Neither she nor her feelings towards Orion seemed to have changed in any way.

She shrugged the thought off and swung her legs out of the bed, standing up slowly in case her circulation was still funky. She grabbed her shorts from the ground where she had unceremoniously tossed them last night. Exchanging the shirt Orion had given her with her own top, she pulled a new hair tie from her pocket and pulled her tangled hair out of her face.

With the warm shirt and her hair gone from her bare shoulders, Lizzie noticed how cool the morning air felt against her skin. She grabbed the black hoodie she had borrowed yesterday from another place on the floor and put it on again. Following the soft sound of Orion’s guitar that was drifting down from the rooftop terrace, she climbed up the steps and through the open skylight.

Orion was sitting on the deckchair with his acoustic guitar in his hands, playing a melody Lizzie didn’t recognise. One of his countless notebooks was lying in front of him and she could spot a pencil being stuck behind his ear. Lizzie waited until he stopped playing to write something down before she walked over to him.

He looked up from his notes as she sat down on the end of the deckchair. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” Lizzie smiled. She tilted her head, trying to catch a glimpse of what Orion was composing. “What was that you were playing?”

“Something new,” he smirked. He closed the notebook and carefully put his guitar away. “Did you sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” Lizzie chuckled, “No wonder though…” She indicated the water bottle she was still holding, “Thanks for that, I didn’t even realise how thirsty I was.”

“That’s what smoking does to you,” Orion shrugged. “I got us some fruit from the market down the road for breakfast, if you want some.”

Lizzie had already spotted the huge plate laden with an assortment of colourful fruit on the table behind him. It was only now that she realised just how hungry she was. “How do you know that’s what I like for breakfast?”

He looked at her as if she had lost her mind. “We’ve been touring together for five years now, remember?”

Lizzie felt her cheeks go red. “Obviously. I can’t think before coffee.”

“I made you some, but no idea if it’s good,” Orion shrugged. “You know I don’t drink coffee myself.”

Lizzie made her way over to the table and poured herself a cup. “Then why do you have coffee in the first place?”

“Merula likes some when she’s here.”

She took her first sip after adding sugar and milk but even then the bitter taste was so overwhelmingly strong that Lizzie couldn’t help but grimace.

Orion watched her with a sympathetic expression. “Too strong?”

“A little,” Lizzie croaked, trying to wash the taste away with another sip of water.

“Sorry, that’s how Merula likes it.”

“No wonder she never laughs if her days start like this,” Lizzie replied sardonically.

Orion had to chuckle at her words. “Our tastes can mirror our personalities, that’s true; I wouldn’t tell her that, though.”

He raised his own mug that had been resting on the floor beside him. “If you don’t like the coffee, I can only offer you tea, I’m afraid.”

Gingerly pushing her coffee cup as far away from her as possible, Lizzie nodded gratefully. “I’d be fine with that.”

Lizzie was surprised at how relaxed and comfortable the atmosphere between them was; it was like having breakfast with her best friend, just like it always had.

None of them spoke about what had happened last night, nor did they feel the need to. Now, in the light of a new day, the fact that they had slept with each other seemed almost surreal. Lizzie was relieved to see that, just like her, Orion didn’t seem to have any issues with it whatsoever.

She had just picked out another cherry from the fruit platter when her phone started ringing, the familiar picture of Skye flashing across the screen. She motioned for Orion to be silent before accepting the call.

“What’s up, Skye?” she greeted her breezily.

Skye didn’t seem to share her good mood, however. “Where the fuck are you?”

“What?”

“We were meant to go running today? I’ve been waiting for a solid twenty minutes now.”

Lizzie mouthed a silent curse; she had completely forgotten about that. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry! I slept in, it got a little later yesterday than I expected.” She tried not to grin as her eyes flicked over to Orion.

“Oh yeah, how was the slam?”

Lizzie almost choked on her tea as she tried not to snort with laughter. “You want to know how the slam was?” she repeated Skye’s words, watching Orion cover his mouth with his hand as he, too, was trying very hard not to laugh.

“It was very good, thank you for asking. I got some whole new perspectives out of it.”

“Maybe I should come next time.”

“Oh, believe me,” Lizzie grinned, “it wouldn’t have been your thing at all.”

“Hm, if you say so. How about Orion? Haven’t seen him quite so excited about something in a long time.”

“Well, I think he had quite a good night,” she smirked, throwing her cherry at Orion as he was shaking with silent laughter.

“Anyway,” Skye sighed through the speaker, “what’s the deal now? Could be at your place in ten minutes.”

Lizzie racked her brain, trying to come up with a suitable excuse. “Uhm no, I’m actually not home right now.” Her gaze fell onto her cup of green tea. “I ran straight out of coffee this morning and I’m on the hunt for some.”

Luckily, Skye seemed to buy it. “Fine, want to meet for lunch later?”

“Make it dinner and I’m in,” Lizzie answered, “Say hi to Erika for me,” she couldn’t help but add with a wicked grin.

She could practically see Skye blushing, even through her phone. “What makes you think I’m with -”

But Lizzie had already hung up on her.

The laughter was still dancing in Orion’s eyes when he shook his head. “You’re truly evil, do you know that?”

Lizzie chuckled. “That’s not what you said last night.”

“Fair enough,” Orion conceded. “But I’m curious, why did you lie to her?”

“First of all, I didn’t lie; I just didn’t tell her all the details. It’s none of her business anyway.” The smile vanished from her face and Lizzie averted her eyes. “And besides, I don’t want her to get into a conflict because she’s hiding something from her father.”

She took a deep breath, the mood suddenly not at all relaxed anymore. “And about that…”

But Orion had already guessed what she wanted to say. “You want to keep this a secret.” It wasn’t a question but an observation.

“If that’s cool with you.”

To her relief, Orion nodded. “It suits me well. I agree with you, it’s no one’s business but our own. And a secret shared between friends can only serve to deepen the friendship.”

Lizzie nodded in agreement, glad to see they were on the same page about this. She finished her tea, popped another cherry into her mouth and got up to leave.

“Is it okay if I borrow that for today?” she asked, motioning at the sweater she was still wearing. It wasn’t cold by any means, but the sweater was cosy and soft, just what she needed on a hungover day like this. It smelled like something resembling ginger, a scent she found very pleasant.

Orion followed her inside and showed her to the door. Just as she was about to leave, he caught her wrist and held her back.

“Any chance for another kiss?”

Lizzie hesitated, looking at him apologetically. “Sorry, I don’t usually do that.” Her lips twisted into a sly smile as she added, “And you got way more than a kiss anyway.”

She turned to go, but changed her mind on a whim; standing on her tiptoes, Lizzie pressed a quick kiss onto his cheek.

“Maybe next time.”

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #rockstar au #orion amari #lizzie jameson #when stars ignite #wsi #besties collaborate

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bonjour-rainycity · 4 years

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The Long Way Around ~ Chapter 16

Link to previous part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/625552318938611712/the-long-way-around-chapter-15

Pairing: Jasper x Reader

Word count: 3050

Warnings: None

Y/n’s POV

I sigh, pulling on my tennis shoes. “Can we do this later? I’m not feeling it.” It’s only been six hours since our last drill, I haven’t heard from Jasper, and the burn in my throat has yet to fade from six hours ago. I just want to be left alone.

“No.” Rosalie’s voice is firm, and she reaches down a hand to pull me up. “You need to be consistent otherwise you’ll lose progress. No more moping.” Now, she gives me a shove towards my bedroom door, “I’ve let this go on for too long.”

Childishly, I take slow steps towards the door. I really just want to get back in bed and watch some Netflix or something. “It’s not like it’s your fault. I’m just not in the mood.”

“Look,” Rosalie sighs, placing her hands on her hips. “Being away from your mate is hard, I get it. Emmett and I hate being away from each other, but-”

Her words register, and I have to cut her off. It’s something that’s been bothering me since the fight, when Cora addressed Jasper. She’d asked him if he was willing to die in the place of his mate, and she’d meant me. And now, Rosalie throws the term casually into conversation. My mind floats back to that discussion Jasper and I had all those months ago, about mates, and I know that the term is anything but casual; it’s equivalent to an eternal, undying commitment.

“Yeah, about that.” Rosalie’s eyebrows raise, presumably at being interrupted, but she speaks no further. I play with my fingers, glad Jasper’s not here to feel my insecurity and nervousness. It might give him the wrong impression. “That word has been thrown around a lot recently.”

Now, a smile quirks across Rosalie’s lips. “Does that bother you?”

“No, not bother,” I’m quick to correct. “It definitely does not bother me, it just…y’know, means a lot.”

“And that worries you?” This time, her guess is correct.

Timidly, I nod. It feels dumb to be admitting all of this, but it’s the truth. “It just feels so fast to be feeling this way.”

Rosalie takes a small step towards me, and her voice is kind when she speaks. “You guys go at whatever pace feels comfortable for you. All I’ll say, is when you know, you know. And there’s no going back.” She heaves a sigh, and then smiles. “Now, get your butt in the backyard. You are not getting out of training just cause you’re in love.”

Rolling my eyes, I follow her out of the house. I’ll have to make time to mull over my thoughts later, when I’m alone.

When we reach the backyard, which is really just a clearing in between the massive house and the forest, Emmett is waiting, and so is a scent that throws me into an immediate predator-like crouch.

“Emmett, you’re supposed to wait until she’s prepared to open the bag,” Rosalie chides, looking at me warily.

Emmett shrugs, a wide, unbothered grin across his face. “I’m taking it up a notch.”

Just the fact that I can register their conversation shows me how far I’ve come. A few weeks ago, I would’ve been laser-focused on the squishy bag fifty yards from me. I use the knowledge of my progress as a lifeline and force myself out of my crouch.

The footsteps racing toward me give barely a second to react before I’m slammed onto the ground with the force of a freight train. I snarl, fighting to get the dead weight off of me. The weight snarls back, and I recognize the sound instantly as that of another vampire. He must have smelled the blood and come to fight me for it. With that knowledge, my new goal becomes escape and, if possible, escape plus satisfaction in the form of guzzling the packaged human blood. But my first priority is set. With a growl, I grip the shoulders of my assailant, using my strength and my ability to put him on the ground. The man gasps in response to my attack, and soon a groan is drawn from his lips. My hands tingle, the only physical sign that I’d used my powers. Once the man is on the ground, I hold him down with a knee on his chest. I’m about to hit him with a wave of fire to further incapacitate him, when I notice the contorted, yet familiar, face below me.

“Arthur,” I gasp, hurrying off of him.

He takes a few steadying breaths but looks at me with a glint in his eye. “Nice job.”

“Yes,” another voice agrees as Edward hurries to join our group. “That was very controlled, Y/n.”

“Controlled?” I’m sure my eyes must be bulging comically. “I about made my friend think he’d been set on fire just so I could have some packaged blood.”

The blood. I freeze as I realize I had been ignoring it. Not unaware of it, exactly, just not prioritizing it. Experimentally, I take a shallow breath through my mouth. The fire ignites, but I fight through it. I take another breath, and another, eventually working up to a deep breath through my nose. That hits me the hardest, but with gritted teeth and much effort, I push down the urge to follow the scent.

Oh wow.

My face breaks in a grin to match that of Rose, Emmett, Arthur, and Edward.

Even now, fully aware of the sweet smell, I can ignore the urge to go after it. The temptation, as well as the painful burn in my throat, are very much present, but I can control my instincts. I am controlled.

“Aha!” I exclaim in joy and jump in the air, elevating about twelve feet before crashing back into the ground, leaving a small crater.

I bask in the congratulation from my friends as well as in my newfound optimism. Maybe Jasper is right. We might actually be able to go on a trip soon, just the two of us.

I swallow at the implication.

We’ve never been alone before for an extended period of time. Even our two trips to the waterfall were relatively brief.

Now that I know it’s a real possibility, I ache for uninterrupted time with Jasper.

But then my thoughts shift and I’m returned to a state of worry as I face the harsh reality that none of us have heard from either Carlisle, Esme, or Jasper in well over six hours.

The fact that Edward hears my thoughts and can offer no reassurance makes me feel even worse.

Emmett notices the shift in my mood. “Wanna wrestle?”

Usually I refrain, but right now, that actually sounds kind of fun. At the very least, it will distract me.

Hesitantly, I nod, and Emmett grins widely. After tossing the now tightly closed bag to Rosalie (who discards it safely), Emmett draws me further away from the house.

“Esme will kill us if she comes back to crushed brick,” he explains.

Edward chortles. “What, again?”

“Hey you’re next baby bro,” Emmett teases, his grin never slipping.

We circle each other for a few minutes. Then, with barely any warning, he lunges.

We grapple. I’ve been a vampire for nearly eleven months now, and my newborn strength is all but gone. Emmett is definitely stronger than me. My advantages lie in my speed—Emmett’s size makes him slightly slower than others—and in my ability. Still, I’m very hesitant to cause my lovable friend pain, so I keep a tight reign on my powers.

Emmett manages to get his arms around my middle and tosses me about two hundred yards. I slam into a tree, taking it down with me. But before it has a chance to hit the ground, I’m standing in front of Emmett, using his shoulders to throw him off balance. Just as I’m about to kick him in the stomach, a low move, I know, Edward’s phone rings. Immediately, we all freeze, guessing who will be on the other end of the call, but in the dark as to what news they will provide.

“Carlisle?” Edward’s voice is terse, a vocal expression of the feelings raging inside my heart. Please, please let Jasper be okay.

“Edward, we are on our way home. The conversation went well.” Carlisle’s voice is calm, optimistic even, and my friends exhale sighs of relief. I can’t quite relax yet though. Not until…

Thankfully, Edward hears the frantic tone to my thoughts and takes pity.

“Is everyone alright? Where are Esme and Jasper?”

“Everyone is just fine. Esme is checking us out and Jasper’s running a quick errand before we leave for the airport.”

I let out a shaky breath, nearly falling to the ground as all the tension leaves my body. He’s okay. He’s coming home.

“Wonderful,” Edward enthuses. “When should we expect you?”

“Our flight is supposed to land around five tomorrow morning, and we should reach the house around eight.”

The three hour drive between our small town and the nearest international airport suddenly seems incredibly rude. Perhaps…

Immediately, Edward shakes his head in my direction. “You’re not ready for that.”

“But you said I was controlled!” Inwardly, I cringe. My voice sounds like that of a whiny teenager.

“Controlled for the exercises, yes, but it will be completely different when you’re surrounded by humans, even if you stay in the car,” he tacks on, knowing my next argument. “Besides, Carlisle parked his Mercedes at the airport. It makes no sense to drive there when he already has a car waiting.”

I fight back a groan. I just want to see Jasper. I miss his hugs, his scent, the feel of his hand in mine, the way he smirks when I tug on his hair, cuddling up and reading or watching movies, the sound of his laugh-

Edward’s kind chuckle breaks through my thoughts. “Just eighteen more hours.”

Pursing my lips, I check my watch. It’s just past two-thirty. I can distract myself for seventeen hours and twenty-four minutes. Right?

Edward focuses back on his conversation with Carlisle, but I tune him out. I can get all the details later, from Jasper. All that matters now is that they’re safe, they’re coming home, and that the mission was successful.

I think of ways to fill my time. Hunting would certainly be a fun occupation, but I quickly dismiss the idea. Jasper will want to go when he returns, and I would rather go with him. Heck, we might get a whole family trip out of it if Carlisle and Esme need to go, too. I could kill a few more hours wrestling with Emmett though, eventually, we were sure to get sick of throwing each other around. Randomly, a thought strikes me, and a smile spreads across my face.

“Bella, Alice, Rose” I call, hurrying back towards the house.

{***}

Seven grueling hours later, we’ve amassed our supplies. Paint cans and pillows and fabric and wood and brushes and tools and baskets and a million other tiny objects crowd my room. It seemed much larger before we crammed all this in.

While the girls had kindly set up a room for me after my transformation, it lacked, well, me. The style was very generic and resembled more of a guest room than someone’s personal space.

I decided it was time for a change.

Bella lost interest hours ago and was now off somewhere with Edward, so Rose had roped Emmett into being our fourth set of hands.

“I like the pink, but that’s just me,” Emmett contributes, sounding surprisingly emphatic.

Rosalie groans. “I asked for base colors, not accent colors.”

Emmett makes a face that quite explicitly communicates the word, ‘geesh.’

I hold back a laugh and instead focus on studying the samples of paint in front of me. One in particular stands out, and I relay my decision to the group. We begin painting, each of us taking a wall. Arthur seems to feel left out and joins us about halfway through, and Rosalie puts him to work building a window seat.

Soon, my walls boast a calming sage color, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. Yes. Arthur’s constructed a lovely window seat complete with little doors on the bottom to give me extra storage, and I thank him profusely. It’s truly beautiful. Alice disappears and comes back with the perfect lace curtains, and I actually squeal. I would have never thought to include lace but, seeing it in context, I can’t deny that it’s just perfect.

To add a bit of depth (in Rosalie’s words, anyway), we throw in some hints of lavender, cream, and brown. Pleased with my reaction to his window seat, Arthur and Alice craft a bookshelf, and then leave in search of the perfect chair and table. While they’re gone, Rosalie, Emmett, and I talk bedding. After a surprising amount of arguing, we decide on a cream duvet and many pillows in variations of cream, lavender, and coffee.

Alice must have been notified of our decisions (by means of text or supernatural premonition, I don’t know), and returns bearing many gifts. She and Arthur set the items gently on my bedroom floor: a dusty pink vintage chair, a carefully distressed cream circular end table, a small cream pillow (presumably for the chair), a handful of startlingly large blankets, and hanging twinkly lights for above my bed. I about burst with excitement.

Not about to be outdone, Emmett leaves and returns exactly one hour later bearing a huge flat-screen TV. He grins as he and Arthur rebuild the bookshelf into a larger bookshelf-entertainment center-combo. It’s truly awesome.

With five hours before Jasper’s arrival, my room is finished. I can’t help but beam as we slide the last of my books into place on the carefully organized shelf.

“You guys….” Emotion makes my voice tight. In my, albeit fuzzy, human memory, I can’t locate a time when my friends had gone to such lengths to help me, to make me happy. I’m truly, deeply grateful for these people I get to call my friends. More than that, my family. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

They respond with smiles and an easy chorus of phrases diminishing their instrumental roles. I just pull them in for a group hug, which is met with varying levels of appreciation, and can’t help but laugh.

They leave me alone to enjoy my new space but also so they can finish cleaning up before Esme gets home. I feel bad, them having to take trips to the dump and various stores on my behalf, but Edward is right. I’m not ready to be surrounded by actual humans. Still, I’m eager to show Jasper my progress. He’ll be proud of me.

The thought of my love—for, as much as it scares me to think of him that way, he surely is— causes me to pause. Now that my room is all nice, it seems unfair for him to have to come home to find his untouched. A flash of a weak human memory confirms my theory: I had just returned from a week long school trip and found my room clean with freshly washed sheets. Someone—my mom or my dad?—had figured I would be tired and knew I would appreciate the act. Hopefully, Jasper would too. I exit my room and turn up the staircase to the top floor. Jasper’s room is located at the eastern corner of the house, and I head in that direction. When I get to his door, I pause. I’d been in here many times before, but never without him. Would he be upset? Would he consider this an invasion of his privacy? Those fears nearly send me back down the stairs but, reviewing what I know of his character, Jasper wouldn’t be angry. He probably wouldn’t even care. So, I push the door open.

Jasper’s scent, while faint, hits me, and I close my eyes, savoring. It’s been days since I’ve been surrounded by the comforting warmth of him, and my heart aches for his return.

I want to kick myself for being so besotted. Who was I, that I would be reduced to such sadness at just a few days away from my boyfriend?

I sigh, knowing the truth.

But he’s not just my boyfriend. Jasper is my mate. Neither of us is human anymore, so human standards cannot apply to us. What I feel for him is so completely…more than any human could ever even conceive of feeling.

I swallow under the weight of my admission. Put simply, I know deep in my gut that Jasper and I will be together for eternity. And, if death ever tries to do us part, it will not succeed. Whether in after-life or whatever comes next, we will be together.

Oof.

Needing to focus on something other than these intensities, I hurry to Jasper’s bed and strip the sheets and pillowcases. His room is spotless, so there’s not much work for me there. Still, while his bedding is in the washer, I busy myself with dusting, While wiping off one of his shelves, I find a couple of my books I’d noticed were missing, and roll my eyes. Thief. In retaliation, I take his favorite chessboard and shove it under my bed. Now, we’re even.

Once the bedding is finished drying, I replace it and smooth it out, making the bed as best I can. Vampirism is supposed to make you good at everything, but I can’t quite replicate the tightly fitted corners Jasper creates with ease. Eh, good enough. Besides, it’s the thought that counts, right?

I replenish the washing machine with Carlisle and Esme’s bedding next, not wanting to leave them out. Just because I’m not ridiculously in love with them doesn’t mean they shouldn’t have freshly washed sheets too, right?

By the time I’m done with my various cleaning, it’s only two hours until Jasper’s arrival. Alice can sense my anticipation, and invites me to watch a movie with her. I accept but, instead of focusing on the classic plot, count down the minutes until I can hear the car’s wheels on the drive.

A/n Thank you for all your kind words on my last update! Each reply, like, and reblog makes me smile and I truly appreciate you taking the time out of your day to do that! Don’t forget to let me know what you thought of this chapter and if you would like to be added to the tag list :)

xx,

Bjr

Link to next part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/625820783935160320/the-long-way-around-chapter-17

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thelittlestcheshire · 3 years

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Self Para 008: I Don’t Pretend to Know the Challenges You’re Facing Word Count: 2024 words When: July 2020, in the early hours of July 19th during Ches’s birthday trip Note: I decided I’m going to queue up and post one of the old self paras I never posted, Feel free to skip it, since it’s a past event and stuff. TWs: Rape (mentioned / discussed), Anxiety Attacks, Alcoholism / Drinking, Hangovers, Vomitting, Death, suicide (not exactly but there’s a definite apathy towards the idea of death this as well so better safe than sorry), murder (her mother)

There was a loud thud as a purse landed on the suite’s floor as Ches stumbled through the front door. She knew she shouldn’t have gone to galaxy edge before closing for drinks, but she was desperate to feel good. Yet, no matter how much she drank today, she didn’t feel the happiness that tended to run through her veins. She felt worse and worse. Even the sight of the balloons in the living room from Emmett and his girlfriend didn’t bring any sort of joy.

It was her fault her mother died; she should have been here instead of Ches. And the more gifts she received, the more she thought back to why her mother was dead. If she hadn’t gone to get gifts for Jonah... it felt like the room was spinning as the thought came back. Wait, no, the room was definitely spinning.

“Hey Ches, sorry I needed to- fuck.” Zander had just come out from the living room, likely taking her up on his offer to hide, but his attempt to avoid people is forgotten by the time he reaches her. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” There were two of him by the time he wraps an arm around her to support her. “It’s been a long night.” He starts to lead her to her bedroom, and it’s hard to keep her feet under her as they walk. But he saves her from crashing to the floor and manages to get her on the bed.

“It wasn’t a night.” She slurs at him as she rests her head against her pillow. “Sky and I, you know. Club 33.” She knew the look on his faces even through the intoxicated haze. She knew he wasn’t happy about this. “I’m okay.” She informs him, starting to sit up. The room begins to move again, and for a moment, she feels like she might just be sick. She moves quickly, barely making it to the toilet before she vomits. Zander quickly behind her to hold back her hair. “See, fine.” She gets out weakly as she flushes the toilet.

“Definitely not fine.” He disagrees as he smooths out her hair. “I’m staying with you tonight, at least until you feel better.” It’s obvious she had no say in the matter, and she doesn’t waste the energy to protest. She slowly gets up, nearly falling face-first as she attempts to reach the bathroom sink to brush her teeth. He’s there in an instant to keep her from tumbling. Perhaps he had a point. She accepts the assistance as she brushes her teeth and doesn’t fight him as he leads her back to the bed and messes with all her pillows to ensure she’s propped up on her side.

“I hate you.”

The words just slip off her tongue. Not how she genuinely felt in the slightest. Zander doesn’t seem to take offense. However, he just runs his fingers through her hair. “I know, I know. I’m the worst. Time for you to sleep.” He whispers back to her. She frowns, but she shuts her eyes, anyway. She’s not sure how long it takes: perhaps it’s minutes, maybe it was hours, but eventually she falls asleep.

—

Opening her eyes felt like literally crawling out of a grave when she finally does wake up, the only light shining was from a phone beside her. “Turn that damn thing off. It hurts,” Ches grumbles, the man beside her laying on top of her blankets complies. “What time is it anyway?”

“4 am, give or take.”

Zander’s answer only causes her to groan as she fixes her pillows the way she likes them. “Shit. No wonder I feel like I was run over by a freight train.” She continues to adjust her pillows, settling into a comfortable spot as she rolls over onto her back.

“No, I think that’s thanks to Club 33.” Zander gives her a pointed look. How did he even know she’d gone drinking there? That she had a membership at all for that matter. “I could pay for the entirety of my college tuition with how much you’ve spent on this trip. Couldn’t I?” There was something about his tone that feels off, that despite his words, it wasn’t the Disneyland trip he was frustrated with at the moment. “You’re spiraling again. The fancy trip, the mass text about Leo, the drinking. Fuck, everything that’s occurred since you came back to Luxor. Spring break, prom, open house. What’s going on?” Of course, he’d notice things weren’t right. Her luck couldn’t get any worse, could it?

“It’s the tenth anniversary of my mother’s death.” The excuse slides off her tongue quickly. But even in the dark, she could make out the look on his face. He knew she was lying, and yet she didn’t change her tune. She couldn’t. After what happened with Lucy, she wasn’t going to tell anyone about that ever again. “Zander, that’s all there is to everything. Drop it.”

He opens his mouth as if he had something to say, but he quickly shuts up. After a few seconds where it looks like he’s not going to push, she takes a breath. But her relief is short-lived when he finally speaks. “Has anyone ever mentioned you crinkle your nose when you lie?”

“I do not!” She protests immediately. Did she really have such an obvious tell? “I’m not lying. That’s really all there is to it. Please.” The word sounds like a plea, and as she hears it, she can’t help but dread him picking up on it. She didn’t need to give him more to question when he was already treading into territory she couldn’t stand to think about. How could she discuss it again? She barely got through it with Lucy.

“Okay, I just have one more question then. Why is your father spending so much money on you lately? Taking the entire school to Disneyland, a suite just for you to hide in, him showing up to graduation. Your Club 33 membership cost could be a household’s entire annual salary, There has to be a reason he’s tossing money at you so aggressively.”

The question causes her blood to run cold. What was she supposed to say? That his father suddenly saw the error of his ways became invested in her life. The lie didn’t even seem plausible, let alone believable. The entire truth hurt too much to think about; she didn’t want to get into the reasons. The best she could offer was the truth, without any details. “He feels guilty.”

“About your mom?” Zander’s voice is so soft, and as the slight hint of guilt starts to leak into it, she can feel her heart starting to break. He was too good to her, too safe, and he doesn’t even hesitate as she moves closer to him on the bed and tries to crawl into his arms. As she starts to sob, he just accepts that right now she needed someone to hold her. “I’m sorry, Chessie. I-”

“It’s not about maman, Zan. When I was home I had to attend his dinner parties, and his VP, he-” She can’t even finish getting the words out as she starts to sob, as the panic sets in and she clings tighter to him. The thought of that evening made her wish she could carve off her skin as if it’d erase the memories of that night from her mind. The more she remembers, the harder it feels to gasp for air, and the faster she breathes as her eyes rapidly search for the nearest escape route.

“Ches, hey. It’s okay, you’re okay.” His voice is gentle as he starts stroking her hair again. For a moment, she goes completely still as she tries to remind herself this was Zander. “You’re safe, I promise. Nobody’s going to hurt you here.” She focuses on the sound of his voice as he tries to comfort her, and slowly, but surely, oxygen is easier to catch. The fear was still lingering; the urge to flee and never look back was overwhelming. “You don’t have to say anything, okay.”

“Look where not saying anything got me, Zander.” She snaps at him, the words just coming out suddenly. “He fucking raped me, and I have to- no, I’m expected to just stay quiet and move past it. Sometimes I’m not sure if the money is because my dad is upset it happened or to keep my mouth shut. You know, he was the one who made me drop the charges.” She still could remember that talk with her father. She could shut her eyes and picture it as if it was five minutes ago still, her father pacing around the living room in their penthouse looking almost as disheveled as he had at her mother’s funeral, practically begging her to let him handle this behind closed doors because he didn’t think she’d survive a trial. “Said he thought I’d kill myself if we went to trials, he handled it behind the scenes.”

“It’s out of love, either way, I think,” Zander says gently as if he’s not sure he’s supposed to speak at all. Honestly, Ches isn’t sure she wants him to talk either. The last time she’d discussed it, she hadn’t felt any better. In ways, she felt worse - guilty for burdening Lucy with something so heavy she couldn’t explain to anyone else.

“I know.”

The words are hard for her to get out, even if it’s the truth. She knew that her father loved her, even when it sometimes felt like he didn’t care nearly enough. Perhaps, in its own fucked up way, this was his way of showing he cared. Her father’s actions weren’t out of ill intent.

“I’m sorry that you’re going through this, you had a horrible year.” He wasn’t wrong about that, the more she thought about it, the more she realized seventeen had truly sucked. “But, you can’t destroy yourself in your attempts to cope. I can’t figure out how you got back without hurting yourself. That’s an issue.”

“It’s not a deal-breaker.” As Ches continues to calm down slowly, the realization she’s trembling begins to dawn on her. “I don’t care if I die, you know.”

“Well I do. Lucy and Avery do, and Elliot would be devastated, so that’s not an option, for starters. So this shit needs to stop.” Zander’s voice is firm, almost like when Logan had no other choice but to scold them. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but this isn’t the answer, Hailey.”

For a brief moment, she considers saying something about her first name, but she doesn’t. She was too drained to fight with him over it. The use could be tolerated for one night. “You can’t tell anyone, Zander. The only person who knows is Lucy.” She says instead as she pulls herself out of his arms to lay in bed again.

“And your therapist?”

“Doesn’t know anything either.” She shuts her eyes as she says the word. Of course, she didn’t go to her therapist about this; it felt too painful to revisit, too heavy to bring words to at times. “Just promise me, Zander.”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone.” She can feel him moving on the bed beside her to start to get up as he says the words, her arm quickly reaching out to stop him. “But, I think you need to talk to your therapist. And-”

“Okay.” She agrees. “But, can you stay? I don’t want- I can’t be alone right now. Please?” The boy stops trying to move at her confession, the admittance she needed someone there. “I think being alone is a bad idea, and I don’t think I can ask Elli to-”

“I’ll stay, as long you need me to.”

She doesn’t say anything as she moves her arm back to her side of the bed. For a moment, she wonders if he’ll question it, but soon the only noise is the sound of his phone unlocking as the two settle into a comfortable silence.

#you know i adore queue #all of my heroes died all alone ( musings )#a hundred thrown out speeches i almost said to you ( self paras )#events ( ches's birthday 2020 )#rape tw #vomiting tw #vomit tw #anxiety tw #anxiety attack tw #alcoholism tw #alcohol tw #drinking tw #all you cool people better leave now 'cause it's about to happen ( balo | zander )#death tw #suicide tw #murder tw

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yespolkadotkitty · 5 years

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Breathless, pt 10

Part 9 here

Part TEN of “hmmmm, I think I’ll write some more Conrad”

The Inn of Little Happiness sounded like something right out of a cute little romcom. Or a quirky horror film, you reflected as Conrad paid for a room. The clerk was friendly, but you barely managed to communicate with her. You were a mess of fear, anticipation, dread and hormones.

Conrad pocketed the key and took your hand. You held his, feeling the gun calluses he must have developed over the years, and yet, he’d never touched you with anything except the utmost gentleness.

You climbed the stairs together, not speaking.

Do I love him?

Was love something you could develop properly in a situation like this? Had you even done anything remotely normal together, aside from the ice cream in the botanical gardens? You couldn’t remember anymore. James Conrad seemed to make you lose the ability to think clearly about your emotions.

Conrad turned the key in the lock, opened the door to the small room. A ceiling fan turned lazily, provided some relief from the Malay heat.

The space that greeted you was basic to say the least, but looked clean. A double bed had been neatly made. The far wall boasted a rickety-looking wardrobe and a CRT TV on a no-nonsense wooden stand on wheels. A doorway, with no door, led to a bathroom with a no-frills glass-fronted shower and a toilet and sink.

Conrad glanced at you, as if gauging your reaction to these most rudimentary of accomodations.

“I just want you,” you whispered, closing the door behind him. You held a hand out, palm up, and he gave you the key. You locked the door, the key giving a metallic clink in the lock. “I don’t care about our surroundings.”

Conrad tossed your bags on the floor at the foot of the bed and held out his arms. You went willingly, snuggling up against his lean, muscled runner’s build, breathing him in.

“Did you mean it?” you asked against his chest, breathless.

“Did I mean what?” His voice was low and intimate in the quiet room, only the whirr of the ceiling fan for background sound.

“That it’s more than money.”

“You know it is.” And he dipped his head and kissed you, gently at first, but when you touched your tongue to his, the flames kindling inside you burst into hot, eager life, and you slid your hands up the back of his shirt, desperate to touch his smooth, warm skin. Your fingertips brushed the welt of a long-healed scar and you were reminded of why you were even here, together.

Conrad sensed your hesitation and broke the kiss, lifting his shirt off. You caught the glimpse of a cocky grin. He knew how hot he was, how he affected you.

“Come to bed, darling.” He tugged you closer but you needed no real encouragement. You went willingly, pulling him down on top of you on the unyielding mattress. Of course, it was hardly what you were used to, hailing from a rich background, but you couldn’t have cared less. Conrad’s muscled physique pressed on top of you, his clever mouth trailing kisses down your neck to your breasts, and nothing else mattered. Whatever sparked between you was more precious than all the gold and jewels in the known world, and, you realised as he murmured your name in that James-Bond smooth voice, at this point you’d probably do almost anything to keep it. To keep him.

Whatever the personal cost.

You arched into him, and he carefully peeled the layers of your clothes and underwear away. His stubble rasped against the skin of your breasts as he paid generous attention to your nipples. You threaded your fingers through the tattered silk of his hair, closing your eyes and wishing that he was just a normal man, that you were meeting for hot hotel sex in the centre of London and then going home to nice safe life, nothing more pressing than trust fund meetings with the charities you supported.

Safe.

Boring.

But Conrad wasn’t just any man. And that was probably why you’d fallen quite so hard for him. He was unique. Unforgettable. And now if he walked away, like you had always thought he would, you would never, never find his equal.

Conrad kissed his way down your stomach, soft-open-mouthed kisses. He flicked his tongue briefly into your navel, tickling, and then, after divesting you of your jeans, boots and underwear, he spread your legs. His gaze moved over you, blue, blue eyes darkening as he shifted down the bed to get more comfortable. The heat had ruined his hair, separating the strands, messing it up, and you loved the tumbled look it gave him.

Then he touched you with his tongue and your hips all but came off the bed. Your heart hammered. One touch and he brought you just three breaths from orgasm.

This man.

Conrad bent to his task with the sort of dedication you associated with an SAS soldier. You gasped as he licked you in exactly the right way, the curve of his tongue absolutely maddening. “Conrad,” you breathed as he doubled down, holding your legs in place as your whole body shuddered. You gripped his hair. “Don’t stop-”

The orgasm hit you like a freight train, stars exploding behind your closed lids. When the bliss subsided, you looked up to see Conrad with a smug expression scribbled over his handsome, unshaved face.

You reached down for him. “Inside me, now.”

He shucked the rest of his clothes. You were palming him excitedly the second he’d left the garments on the floor, sighing against his mouth as he position himself above you. You wrapped your legs tight around his hips, heels on the backs of his thighs, guiding him inside you. You both let out long, satisfied exhales when he was seated to the hilt. You whispered his name, and he met your gaze, and held it.

“I love you,” he murmured, blue eyes dark with emotion.

Your heart clenched, hard. To say you hadn’t expected him to be the one to say it - well, you hadn’t expected either of you to say it - would be a huge understatement.

You buried your face in the sweet curve where his neck met his shoulder, overcome by emotion.

Conrad kissed your hair. “Upset?”

A tear slipped down your cheek and you swallowed against the wave of bittersweet happiness. “This whole time.. Well, since that night in Bill’s place, I’ve been telling myself you’d leave without a backward glance. I dared not hope….”

“You know what they say in the SAS, darling. Who dares wins.”

You snorted out a laugh, lightening the moment, which you suspected had been his intention. Conrad’s emotional intelligence was top notch.

He started to move his hips then, and you clenched your muscles around him. God, he felt amazing. If you could keep this fantastic sex forever….

Maybe you could. You two had a fighting chance.

You held him tightly, lifting your hips to meet each cant of his. You felt his thrusts shorten, his breathing catch, and you slid a hand between your bodies to play with the sensitive curve of his balls. He gasped throatily and his hips jerk hard, coaxing a second orgasm from you as he emptied himself within you.

You lay together for long moments. Car engines and birdsong filtered into the room from outside as your heartbeats slowly eased back to normal.

Conrad cuddled you into his side, and you sighed, contented in a way you hadn’t been for a long time. Maybe you’d just never realised, before him, that you’d been unhappy with your life.

You reached down and drew the blanket up over you both. Conrad’s breathing evened out first, and you eventually followed his leave and you, too, slept.

When you woke, it was one hour until midnight.

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#james conrad fic #imagine james conrad #imagine tom hiddleston

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myhockeyworld87 · 5 years

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Nervous Regrets -Tyler Seguin - Part 14

Word Count: 5259

POV: Tyler

Warning: Smut, smut and more smut. NSFW, cursing

Notes: As promised here is part 14. Currently working on 15 as well as some additional requests; so may be a bit longer for installment 15. Hope you guys enjoy! Peace, Love and Hugs!!

It had to be a dream. Your eyes were still closed, and your mind couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening; but there was definitely a hand around your cock, sliding up and down. Which is why you knew you had to still be asleep. It had been months since anyone else’s hand, besides your own had elicited such pleasure from you. Oh, you’d dreamed of the time when you and (Y/N) would finally be intimate again, it was what got you through those long months alone; but with everything that had happened in the last few weeks, sex wasn’t really an option.

The hand was now joined by a mouth, that just sucked on the head; a tongue swirling around it. It was so realistic. It almost wanted to make you open your eyes and check to see if someone was there; but then you didn’t want the dream to be over. The mouth swallowed more of your cock, while the tongue pressed up against the underside; it was exactly how you liked it. Your hips thrust involuntarily and a moan escaped your mouth; yet still you didn’t open your eyes. This time the mouth fully engulfs your dick, and it feels delicious; until it slides all the way back up to the tip. It doesn’t take long for your dream lover to deep throat you again, this time humming as she takes you inside her warm moist cavern. The vibration feels amazing on your stiff member, but it’s the hum that has you fluttering your eyes open.

Blinking rapidly you tried to clear your sleep fog brain, as you processed what was happening. Eventually, you saw (Y/N)’s head come into focus; bobbing up and down on your cock as she gave you what could only be described as the best blow job of your life. You ran your hands through her hair, and her eyes looked up at you; yet her mouth never stopped its ministrations. She smiled around your stiff member; as you grinned at her.

Her hand skated up and down your thigh, finally reaching up and cupping your balls; giving them a gentle squeeze. You almost exploded right then and there; unable to stop your hips as they lifted up into her mouth. She kept her lips closed and bobbed up and down your throbbing cock rapidly; you could feel it twitch and knew you were close to cumming. You pulled (Y/N) off your rod, sliding her up the length of your body. She was frowning, so you kissed her, as you reached down to her pussy. She was soaking wet. Adjusting your bodies, you had her straddle you; then pushed your cock deep inside her. She moaned into your mouth, and you swallowed her cry.

Her body started to rock against you, as she pushed herself into an upright position. It gave you the chance to admire her full breasts. (Y/N) always had the most perfect tits, but now with the baby growing; you noticed a subtle change in them as well. Her nipples looked darker and bigger; and when you tweaked them, she moaned in ecstasy. Cupping them in your hands, you could feel that they’d become larger and the weight of them a bit heavier. They were sheer perfection, just like the woman who was riding up and down on your cock. As your thumb ran back and forth across her peaked nipples, she tossed her head back; pleasure written all over her face.

Her nails sank into your chest, as she rode you faster and faster; hips gyrating down on you. You knew you weren’t going to last much longer; so, gliding your hand over her newly formed bump, you found her little nub and started to rub there. She started to pant, which had you thrusting deeply into her. Applying a little more pressure to her clit, you saw her fly off the edge into orgasm. Your free hand grabbed her hip, and she grinded her quivering pussy down on your cock. With a few short thrust you followed her, your own release hitting you like a freight train; as squirts of hot cum shot inside her.

She collapsed on top of you, her body spent from the intense orgasm she’d just experienced; yours was no better. Softly you caressed her back, running your hands through her long locks as your hand moved up and down her body. You kissed her temple, while your cock went flaccid still inside her. Her breathing started to even out; and vaguely you wondered if she’d fallen asleep; until she made an attempt to roll off you. You tightened your grip, not ready to separate your bodies just yet. Propping her hands on your chest, she leaned her head there, eyes searching your face. “I’m gonna crush you.” It was the words you said to her only hours ago.

“I like feeling you on top of me.” Echoing the words, she said back to you at the time; stretching your lips up to kiss hers. “I just want to stay like this for hours.”

“Ty, we’ve been in this bed for hours.”

“Mmmm…what’s your point?”

“We should probably let the dogs out, and well…I’m hungry.” As if to emphasize the point, her stomach growled loudly. She giggled at the sound. “Your child is hungry.”

Playfully you smacked her bottom, “well I guess feeding my babies is more important, than this.” You thrust your hips a little, and unwillingly she moaned. “So, what do want to eat?”

“Pancakes!”

Turning your head, you checked the time on the clock. “You want pancakes for dinner?”

“Well, I don’t; the baby does.”

A burst of laughter bubbled up your chest; and you chuckled at her answer. “MmmHmm the baby huh? Alright princess, let’s go make you two some pancakes.” Gently you extracted your semi erect member from her warm pussy; both of you whimpering at the loss of contact. Getting off the bed, you searched for your boxer briefs; grabbing a t-shirt for (Y/N) to throw on in the process. She rose from the mattress, then opened the doors, practically being attacked by the dogs. “Easy guys” you bent, scratching their heads. “I know you’re hungry too, but don’t hurt your mom.”

“Ty, they’re fine. They won’t jump on me. It’s weird I know, but I feel like they know I’m pregnant or something.” She knelt down beside Cash, nuzzling the big black pup. “This guy especially, he doesn’t leave me alone. Do you buddy?” Cash licked the side of her neck, showing his mom some love.

You walked over to the two of them. “Hey bud, that’s my woman you’re making out with.” You then scooped (Y/N) up into your arms; she screamed as you caught her off guard, which made Cash start barking at you. His growls in turn made the other two join in; all three dogs acting as if you were hurting (Y/N). “Boys, Sit!” you commanded them, yet they paid you no mind. “What the hell?”

“See I told you. They know something’s up. They won’t even listen to you.”

“Well then you tell them to be quiet.” The dogs continued barking at you, Gerry even going so far as to bare his teeth at you.

“Put me down once.” Gently, you set (Y/N) back on her feet; yet not letting her go. “Guys, it’s ok. It’s just your dad. He just scared me.” She bent at the waist petting them all, as she spoke softly to them; they all quieted down immediately.

“Well damn! I see how it is around here. You love her more, huh?” Reaching down you scratched each one behind their ears. “Hmmm, well that’s ok. Cause I love her more too.” (Y/N) shook her head and just snickered at you. “Come on, let’s go feed all of you.” This time, instead of snatching (Y/N) up in your arms; you kept your arms around her midsection as you half waddled, half walked out to the kitchen.

Before she could move out of your embrace, you planted a kiss on the side of her neck. “Mmmm…you feed the dogs; I’ll start the pancakes. Do you want some bacon or sausage with them?”

“I doubt we have any of that here.” Normally you ate breakfast at the arena with the team, and (Y/N) was more the bowl of Cheerios type; so, it wasn’t as if you kept a ton of breakfast food on hand.

“I bought both when I went to the store this weekend. So, bacon or sausage?”

“Who took you to the store?”

“I know it’s a novel idea, but I drove myself.” She chuckled at you. “If you’re not going to pick, I’m just making bacon.”

“When did you get cleared to drive?”

She popped the bacon in the air fryer. “Ummm...Friday. Same day the doctor cleared me for…sex. I thought I mentioned that.”

“Nope, you didn’t tell me either of those things. I would’ve remembered that.” Filling the dog bowls, you set them in front of the three pups; all of them waiting patiently. “Ok, go.”

“Sorry, it must be pregnancy brain. Anyhow, I was cleared for all normal activity, including driving; and well obviously the other.” She was whisking the ingredients for the pancakes, reaching up and grabbing for the sugar; giving you a perfect view of her bare butt. All you could think about was taking her back to bed and resuming those normal activities with her.

Sneaking up behind her, you encircled her waist and pressed your body against her; resting your chin on her shoulder. “Maybe we should go back to the bedroom and make sure everything is…still working properly.”

“Ty, stop. I’m hungry.”

“Mmmm me too baby.” You started nibbling on her neck, lifting the hem of the shirt she was wearing.

She turned in your arms, kissing you quickly on the lips; before she tapped you on the nose with her whisk, getting batter on you. “After we eat, you horn dog.”

“You got batter on me.” You dipped your finger in the bowl and smeared some on her cheek.

“Hey!” She protested as you dabbed the other side of her face. “You know, I would dump this whole bowl over your head right now, if I wasn’t so hungry.” Instead she grabbed an egg and smashed it on your head.

“Why you little…” she scampered away, hiding on the opposite side of the island; laughing hysterically. “Oh, you better run.”

Hands sprawled on the counter, you made to move right; as she countered it. She circled around, the two of you exchanging places as she deftly avoided you. You faked left, which fooled her completely; in three long strides you had her in your arms. She squealed as you lifted her in your arms, carrying her back over to where her bowl of pancake batter was. “No Ty don’t.” She was yelling and laughing at the same time. Grabbing two eggs from the container, you brought them up and cracked them over her head, returning the favor. The goo was all in her hair and started running down her eyes; yet she was laughing the whole time. She turned in your arms, a high flush on her cheeks. “God you are so beautiful right now.” Leaning down you kissed her, egg goo and all.

She broke the kiss before it could get heated. “I can’t see a damn thing.” Laughing as she tried to wipe the egg off her.

Grabbing a kitchen towel, you began to wipe her eyes clear. “I think we both need a shower.” Once her eyes were clear you handed the towel off to her and grabbed one for yourself.

“Well you’re right about that, but I’m totally eating first.”

“Babe, we’re disgusting. If we shower together, we’ll be much quicker.” You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively at her.

“Oh yeah, like that’s going to be quicker.” Ever since you’d came home and she’d jumped in your arms; you couldn’t keep your hands off her. Was it so bad that you wanted her naked writhing underneath your body again; or in this case naked in the shower while you took her from behind? Fuck you were hard just thinking about it. “What happened to my baby weight gaining trainer?”

“He took a small vacation; his substitute has been completely sexually deprived for months and wants to make up for lost time.” Grabbing her hips, you rocked the hard length of your cock, against her.

“Mmmm,” she moaned and you knew she was halfway ready to walk into that shower with you; then her stomach growled. You immediately felt guilty for depriving both her and the baby of food. “If you let me eat, I promise to fuck your brains out afterward.”

You both burst into a fit of laughter. “Alright. Only if you promise to be thorough.”

She held out her pinky, “Pinky promise.” Locking your pinky with hers, you bent and kissed her hard on the lips. “Good thing pancakes are quick to make.” She wiped some more goo off her face, then started to heat the gridle. You collected the plates and syrup; setting everything on the counter for the breakfast/dinner you were going to have. “Ty, how may pancakes do you want?”

“None, but I’ll eat four because you’re making me eat food; instead of what I want to really eat.”

“You have to clean your plate up before you can have dessert you know.” (Y/N) jiggled her ass at you.

“Oh, I’ll clean you up good baby.”

She turned and looked at you, spatula in hand, her cheeks turning a becoming shade of pink. “I’m gonna hold you to that one Seguin.” Turning back around she finished the pancakes, plopping 4 on your plate. Throwing a couple more on for herself, she then went and got the bacon out. You were halfway done with your meal when she finally sat down beside you. So, it was easy to just slide your hand up and down her thigh; slowly working towards her pussy. She tilted her head over at you, as she finished pouring syrup on the hotcakes. She took a forkful and brought it to her mouth seductively, sucking on the fork as she slowly pulled it out of her mouth. “Mmmmm.” You were already rock hard for her, but the sound combined with her suggestive manners, had your cock jerking to attention.

She continued to tempt you; with each tantalizing bite she took. Finally, she finished everything on her plate. She clutched the wrist that had been slowly rubbing her thigh, while she ate. Taking your finger, she slid it around the sticky syrup left on your plate; then brought it to her mouth, where she sucked it clean. She popped the digit out of her mouth and you thought you’d almost cum in your boxers. “Clean up time,” she announced; then made a move to pick up the plates.

Catching her wrist easily, you told her; “We need cleaned up first.” Scooping her up in your arms, you carried her off to the bathroom; only setting her down to turn on the shower.

She was looking in the mirror as the water warmed. “Oh my god, we’re a complete mess.” Her hands were trying to comb through the dried egg in her hair.

Chuckling at her, you turned her body; “Which is why we’re showering.” Lifting the hem of her shirt you pulled it off of her; throwing it over with your boxers that you’d already discarded. Taking her hand, you drew her into the hot and steamy shower; letting the water flow over your bodies. Ripples of water cascaded over her; and you couldn’t take your eyes off her. Picking up the shampoo bottle you poured some in your hands and began cleaning her long luxurious locks; watching the bubbles slide down her shoulders, trailing your fingers after them. Her back was pressed against your chest, and you cupped her breasts; massaging them as the soap rinsed out of her hair. She sighed as you took your fingers and rolled her nipples. Taking the soap, you continued to wash her body; letting your hands roam all over her.

After a few minutes she turned to face you, “Your turn.” She returned the favor, washing your body; then shampooing your hair. Going up on her toes, she kissed you deeply. Your tongues entwining as the kiss got more heated. (Y/N) glided her hands across your slick chest, skating down to your cock; where she started to stroke you. Reaching down you delved your fingers into her pussy folds; rubbing her clit in slow circles, causing her to moan. Crouching down, you lifted her left leg and wrapped it around your waist; as your cock entered her. Her hands went up around your neck to push you deeper inside her. Leaning her back against the shower wall, you started to thrust into her. “Harder, Ty.” The water was rushing over the two of you; as your dick slid in and out of her.

Your hands held onto her slippery hips; the water making it difficult to hold onto her. Her legs slipped from around your waist, causing your rod to slip out of her. “Babe, turn around.” She did as you instructed, bending at the waist and bracing herself on the tiled shower seat; as you slid your cock back into her. “Damn (Y/N) you feel so good.” She pushed back against you; taking you deep inside her pussy. Reaching around her you let your fingers wander to her clit, so you could rub the little nub.

“Yes, Tyler….yes.” She set your body on fire, and you continued pumping furiously into her. You weren’t going to last long after all the teasing you’d both done while eating dinner; yet you wanted this to be good for her. Applying more pressure to her sweet little nub, you felt your balls tense up; as your climax started. You caressed her clit between your fingers, and felt her pussy quiver around your cock. It pushed you over the edge; as you thrust into her one last time, shooting your cum into her. She was trembling as you continued to work her pussy; her legs shaking uncontrollably with the force of her orgasm. Your hand tightened around her waist as you felt her body collapse, arms and legs giving out on her.

Setting down on the shower bench, you cradled her in your lap; both of you still panting hard, as water sprayed all around you. “You ok princess?” She nodded her head unable to speak still; her breathing still labored. “I know babe that was incredible.” Your hand stroked up and down her back, soothing her until her body started to relax. Reaching over you turned off the water, pressing kisses to (Y/N)’s head. It seemed like only yesterday you were facing a life without her; now here you were holding her in your arms after having made love to her three times today. You had to be the luckiest man on earth.

Lifting her up, you carried her out of the shower. “I can stand Ty.” You weren’t one hundred percent sure about that, so you gently placed her on the vanity stool; then grabbed some towels for you both. Wrapping the cloth around you; you went over and started to dry (Y/N). She was still trembling slightly, as she murmured. “It was just so intense. I can’t decide if it’s because it’s been so long or being pregnant.” A strange look must have crossed your face for she kept going. “I mean…sex with you was always great; this is just…. well, more amazing.”

“I know babe. I can’t keep my hands off of you.” She grabbed her robe off the hook in the bathroom, and wrapped it around her; still looking a little shaky. “Are you sure you’re ok babe?”

“Yeah, I feel fantastic. I was just going to go clean the kitchen up.”

“Leave it, we’ll get it in the morning. I just want to go cuddle in bed with you.” You tugged on her, drawing her out of the bathroom and over to the bed.

“But it’s such a mess Ty.”

“So, it’ll still be there when we get up in the morning. Besides the cleaning lady comes tomorrow anyhow to get stuff ready for the move. Just get in bed and I’ll be back as soon as I let the dogs out.” Walking out of the room, you hoped she would listen to you and be in bed when you came back. The dogs made quick work outside, then followed you into the bedroom; jumping up on the bed with (Y/N). She had the covers pulled around her, but nothing else on; and even though you’d just blown your load not twenty minutes ago, your cock sprang to life. She needed to rest, so you tamped down your lusty thoughts and crawled into bed with her; bring her close to your chest. “So, want to watch Game of Thrones or did you finish season three without me?”

“No, I didn’t watch it without you; you know I wouldn’t do that. I think we only have like two episodes left though; so, yeah put that on.”

Flipping on the popular HBO series, you snuggled up against (Y/N). She was tracing the tattoo on your left arm, the one you had done for your family; softly running her nail along each year. It made you realize you wanted to do something for her and the baby once it was born; though you weren’t ready to tell her that yet. Instead you kissed her head, inhaling her sweet scent. “I love you (Y/N).”

She glanced away from the television to look up at you; “I love you too.” Her lips came up to meet yours in a tender kiss. You let your hands rub up and down her back, as she lay her head back down on your chest. You were almost through the first episode, when you heard her grimace in pain.

“Babe, are you ok?” She moved over to her side of the bed, rubbing her stomach. Panic set in immediately. “(Y/N), baby talk to me.”

“I…it just feels funny, Ty. I don’t know.”

“Is it the baby?” you could hear the terror in your voice. She threw the covers off, you assumed checking for blood; blessedly there wasn’t any. “I think we should go to the hospital.”

“I don’t know maybe? I just feel kind of achy. It’s not super painful or anything, but what if something is wrong. Then again what if it’s nothing at all; I’ll feel stupid going to the ER if they tell me it’s indigestion or something.” It didn’t matter to you what the hell they thought; if she or the baby were in danger, you were going to the emergency room as soon as possible. You were halfway out of bed, getting ready to throw on some clothes, when she said; “Maybe I should call my mom, or yours, or even Melissa; or didn’t you say you told Bishop? I could call Andrea and talk to her, I mean she did just go through this.”

“I think that would just be a waste of time and we should just go to the hospital.” She obviously wasn’t thinking clearly, and you needed to do it for her.

“Please Ty, just let me talk to one of them first. I can barely feel it now.” She was grabbing your hand, trying to keep you from getting off the bed.

“Fine, call one of them but then we’re going to ER.” She grabbed her phone and scrolled through the numbers, debating on who to call. In the end she settled on her sister-in-law, not wanting to cause either of your moms undo stress. “Put her on speaker.”

“Hey (Y/N)” Melissa’s cheerful voice came through the phone. “How are things going?”

“Hey Lis, it’s ok. Well not really. I have a pregnancy question.”

“Sure (Y/NN), I’ll try to help anyway I can.”

“Well, we were just laying here and I feel kind of achy; kind of like a cramp but I’m not completely sure. I checked and there’s no blood or anything. Do you think I should be worried and go to the hospital or could it just be gas or something?” (Y/N)’s voice tried to sound calm, yet you could hear a slight tremble in it.

“Ok well first thing, don’t panic; cramping can happen all the time, for a bunch of different reasons. Did you eat something weird, or lift something you shouldn’t have?” Melissa’s voice was trying to be very reassuring, but at the moment it wasn’t helping you at all.

“Well we had pancakes and bacon for dinner if you call that unusual; and I didn’t lift anything today.”

“Have you been stressed or done anything….strenuous?”

You could tell, with that question something dawned in (Y/N)’s mind; but for the life of you, you couldn’t think of what it was. “Well…umm…we did have sex a couple of times today.” She blushed a little at her confession. “It’s the first time since I’ve been pregnant.”

“Oh I see.” Melissa paused letting this knowledge sink in. “Ok what I’m gonna say next might sound strange, but was your orgasm like super intense.”

This time you blushed at her words. “Umm…well…yeah. I mean like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”

Melissa chuckled then, “I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Do it kind of feel like when you used to get your period?”

“Yes, that’s exactly how I would say they felt. Actually now that we’re talking about it, I don’t feel them anymore.”

“Yeah then it’s totally from the orgasms; I used to get them all the time when I was pregnant. Especially if I had multiple orgasms, they seemed to happen more often then. They usually don’t last long, if they do, then you should definitely go to the doctor. I mean you should probably at least call in the morning and double check; but as long as they go away and there’s no bleeding, I wouldn’t rush off to the ER. Try taking a warm bath, or changing the way your sitting; that can help a lot when they happen. Oh and drink plenty of water; I know you don’t want to hear that as you’ll be going to the bathroom every five minutes.”

“You’re a godsend Melissa. I’m sure you’re right. Like I said I don’t even feel them anymore, but I will definitely call the doctor in the morning. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I definitely couldn’t have this conversation with my mom.” You started to relax a bit, knowing that (Y/N) wasn’t cramping anymore.

Melissa laughed, “No, I’m sure you don’t want to talk about your sex life with your mom. You know you can call me anytime and ask me anything. I told you that when you were here.”

“I know and thank you so much. You are a lifesaver.”

“Anytime (Y/N), well unless there’s anything else, I better get back and save your brother. He was being conned into another bedtime story when I left. He’s such a pushover with those two.” Her words put an image in your head; a vision of you and your soon to be little one curled up at your side, as you read them a story before bed. It warmed your heart.

“Awww, give my little munchkins a kiss from me; and I suppose my brother too. I’m sorry for bugging you, but thanks again. Lov ya Lis.”

“Love you too (Y/NN). Talk to you soon.” With that she hung up the phone.

“I know you said you feel better, but I still think we should go to the ER.” You were still worried about (Y/N).

“Ty, I feel fine right now. I promise. The doctor did tell me awhile ago that sometimes cramping is normal. I’ll call in the morning and talk to the doctor, I swear.”

You were conflicted, torn between trusting (Y/N) and needing to hear from a professional she was fine; you supposed this was what fatherhood was all about. “Ok, we won’t go; but if you start having those pains again, I don’t want to hear any arguments from you.”

“Agreed. Now come here and cuddle me, I’m freezing.” She’d never crawled back under the covers after she originally threw them off to check for bleeding. Scooting closer to her, you enveloped her in your arms; leaning back against the pillows so that you were both comfortable. (Y/N) turned back on the show.

About, five minutes later; you looked down at her. “How do you feel?”

“I’m good hun, I promise.”

“Melissa said you should drink water. I’ll go grab you one.” You moved to get out of bed, when she latched onto you.

“Tyler, I’m fine. Please just watch the show.”

She snuggled back into your embrace; her breathing nice and even, as she continued watching the show. You however couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything but her; you had no clue how the episode ended. Before she could turn on the next one, you were asking; “Need me to get you something?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Well I need a water; I’ll grab you one too.” The fact that you weren’t even thirsty was something she didn’t need to know. You hurried out to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles; taking them back to bed. Opening one, you handed it to (Y/N) to drink. She took a few sips, before placing it on the nightstand. “Why don’t you drink a little more?”

She eyed you, skeptically; yet grabbed the bottle and took a few healthy swigs. “Ty, I feel perfectly fine. I know it’s hard for you to know that, and I’m sorry I scared you before; but please trust me, I would never put our baby in jeopardy.” You knew she was telling you the truth, and you tried to relax.

“I know you wouldn’t babe. I’m sorry I’m just being a little over protective. I’d like to say that it won’t happen again, but it’s probably going to happen a lot.”

She came over and kissed you on the lips. “I love that you’re protective of us. I might not always show that, but I really do.” She took your hands and placed them over her tummy. “Hi baby, it’s your mommy. Do you know how lucky you are? You’re going to have the best dad in the whole wide world. He loves you so much.”

You quickly chimed in, “and so does mommy. So be good in there, until it’s time to come out and daddy will buy you anything you want.”

“Are you bribing our child already?”

“I will do whatever I have to. Even if it means buying him or her a puppy.” The dogs picked their heads up looking over at you. “Dad is just kidding guys, there will be no p-u-p-p-y. Besides that’s not a gift for the baby, that’s a gift for you.”

“It would be a family gift, but no d-o-g for now.” You pressed a kiss on her head, finally feeling better about everything. “Alright let’s finish this season.” Switching the show back on, though both of you fell asleep not even twenty minutes into it; where you dreamed of a house full of kids, dogs and (Y/N) by your side.

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ldwritesstuff · 4 years

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Paradise Train

“Have I ever told you the story about the Paradise Train?” the old man asks the boy sitting near him, in front of the roaring fire.

“No Sir, what is the Paradise Train?” the boy asks.

The night brought a full moon and the moans of the undead carried in the air. The old man and the boy were holed up in a large building till morning. These two have been traveling together for a while now. But the old man noticed he was slowing down over time. So maybe it was time to pass on his knowledge of the ghost train of the apocalypse.

The young boy leaned in closer as the old man tossed another log into the fire. The flames burned brightly but not enough to disclose their location to the horde.

“You see this train is a very special train, displaced out of time. Back in the old days, even before cars were a big thing, the only way to get around over a great distance was by steam. Sure horses and some form of vehicles were around but the real powerhouse was steam trains,” the old man explained.

The boy’s eyes were filled with wonder at this. He had maybe heard about a little history of the power of steam.

“But of course the world moved on and steam became a novelty. Now the world has ground to a halt and some of the old are making resurgences everywhere. But the one that nobody ever thought about was steam. Not many can say they can drive a steam engine or even maintain one. So the idea was more or less not even brought up.

But then the stories, oh the stories, of a shape thundering down the tracks. I had heard about these stories of the ghost train. But I never believed them because hardly anyone had even heard, much less seen the thing. But I can tell you, the Paradise Train is real,” he hummed.

“Did you see the train itself?” the boy asked.

“Seen it?” the old man exclaimed, “I was on it!”

The little boy gasped and leaned in closer. The old man sighed and looked up, lost in thought.

“I was wandering in the dark, near the mainline. There was a light coming up behind me, I thought they were raiders or cannibals. But then I heard it, the deep bellow of a steam whistle. I mean who in their right mind would make so much noise? But then I saw her, the beautiful black train of legend in these times rolling up slowly. I stood back, watching this beast roll by slowly. The number 844 could be seen with her bright headlamp. Suddenly a hand reached out and dragged me onto the coach with such great strength. I thought this train was going to be the end for me. But a woman, smartly dressed like an old-time conductor, explained to me that I could be given a lift. I was shocked, the ghost train was not only real but heavily used,” the old man paused, taking a deep breath.

“So they just pulled you aboard the train because they felt like it?” the boy was confused at this.

The old man shrugged and looked down at the boy who was trying to comprehend this.

“It seems so. They asked no questions and simply let me wander the train. It was a mixed train, passenger, and freight. The freight was towards the front, coal, and water and food supplies and even a place for horses for the permanent residents of the train to use.

There were sleeper cars, compartment cars, lounge cars, and even observation cars. It was hard to count all of them. Dining cars, baggage cars, even a car with a medical facility. This train had it all. Each car looked like something pulled out of another time, none of them were any modern cars.

Part of the reason I think there weren’t any cars from the modern era was they ran on electricity. The only car that was even close to modern was the medical facility car that had its own steam-powered generator. Honestly, I could see why this train was considered a myth. It really was paradise on wheels,” the old man said wistfully.

The boy looked up, trying to picture this so-called paradise. It was hard to imagine these cars and a train from a time of old running in this day and age. But from what the old man described, it all ran smoothly.

“There were all kinds of people on the train from all walks of life and backgrounds. No one asked questions about you. But rather they welcomed you, like old civilization. Sure there were a few head butting and scuffles but most were well behaved. If there were any official rules, no one ever explained them. I believe that most just didn’t want to get kicked off so they acted civilly.

I had to pinch myself a couple of times, this was very unreal. But many assured me they felt the same way when they first arrived. A family had shown me to a compartment car where I had my own place. There I rested and recuperated. The world outside seemed to melt away. The undead couldn’t touch us. The cars may have been old but they were modified. This place was truly paradise,” the old man sighed happily.

“Did you ever meet the driver and if it was such a paradise, why did you leave?” the boy asked.

“You see boy, I was still very well off and I was only taking up space for others who needed it. When I got off sometime later, I never looked back. The friends I made there and the good times I had will always be with me. But I had to keep moving. If I didn’t I would have never met you, dear boy,” the old man hummed and gave a smile to the boy.

The boy chuckled, “but did you ever meet the driver?” he asked again.

“No, nobody has ever seen the driver, a mysterious person indeed. But many of the staff, maintenance workers and others have claimed to have seen him but only the conductor says that nobody has actually seen him. She says that the driver doesn’t want to be seen, something about wanting to be mysterious,” the old man said, scratching his chin.

“But that would mean the conductor has spoken to the conductor?” the boy pondered.,

“I thought the same thing but the conductor didn’t confirm or deny anything. She sent me on my and the train disappeared, I hadn’t seen it since,” the old man finished.

“So why are you telling me this?” the boy asked.

“You see boy, I am getting far too old to keep going. I hope to pass on what knowledge I have in hopes I can help another find paradise,” he said sadly.

“But--but,” the boy was starting to get upset.

“Do me a favor and tell them I sent you when you find the train, the conductor with red hair will know,” the old man said.

The boy frowned but nodded. That night, the pair of them dreamed of paradise with the whistle of the train being heard faintly under the pale moonlight among the groaning of the undead.

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larryssunflower · 5 years

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The Line - Drake x Mc

- Part one -

Characters: Drake Walker ( Michiel Huisman ) Elle Garden ( Lily James ) Liam Rhys ( Chris Hemsworth ) and my new OC Jack Evans

Rated: it’s a little more emotional than I usually write, but I’m really proud of it and I’m trying really hard to make it as good as I can! Some chapters may be rated R? I’m not sure yet!

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- The Line -

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Halloween Night, 2013

My hands grasped tightly into the porcelain sink, I stare at my reflection deeply, my heart pounding nearly as loud as the rock music outside the room. The bluish hue of the fluorescent lights casts an unflattering shadow across my face, making my eyes look like two hollow stones. I don’t care anymore. I couldn’t care less about anything other than that line. I can’t do it. I wouldn’t be able to do it. I don’t know if I’m strong enough.

I take off my stupid cat ear headband, tossing it onto the floor in frustration. The damn thing has been giving me a headache all night. Shaking, I bring my wrist up, glancing at the face of my watch. Squinting through the dim light, I realize that it’s been just over a minute. My stomach twists as I realize it’s time. I close my eyes for a moment, taking a breath to steady myself, trying to calm down. You got through one and a half years of college, you can do this I tell myself as I open my eyes, reaching for the one small thing that could change my life in an instant. It barely weighs an ounce but carries an infinite weight with it. Holding my breath, as if in slow motion, I flip over the white stick.

My eyes find the two strips on the little square and with my heart leaping out of my chest, I glance at the key, in which two pink lines means pregnant. Its like a freight train hits me square in my chest. I blink, taking a shakey breath, steadying myself with a hand to my stomach. You idiot. You fucking idiot! I scold myself, tears springing to my eyes. Pregnant. I’m pregnant.

I stand there, frozen in shock. I look back up at the mirror, gulping as a sour feeling falls over me. I see a scared girl standing there in a leather dress, smudged makeup, clutching a white stick in her left hand. Her hands shakes slightly, her eyebrows pulled together in worry and fear.

No. No. I will not be weak. For this baby I will be strong. I will provide for this life growing inside me. I have always been afraid to do anything in life, to go after my dreams, to start at college, Hell, it took me 18 years to even think about being ready to drive. Not anymore. I’m responsible for this little baby and I will put this baby before anything else in this shitty world. I touch my lower stomach tenderly, and smile. I can do this.

It’s just you and me now babe.

I glance back up at the reflection, this time seeing a woman with a determined look on her face and a hand on her stomach.

We can do this.

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6 years later -

“Hey Elle, mind cleaning up table 7?” Drake asks me from behind the bar, slinging a dish towel over his shoulder. I nod, clipping one of my stray hairs back and making sure my apron is tied around my waist. “Yeah no problem. But uh, after that I got to go to pick up a special someone,” I say with a wink, and Drake grins knowingly, his dimples showing behind his stubble. “Yeah yeah I know. Just clean up and then you can go,” He says and I smile gratefully, heading to the other side of the small coffee shop, grabbing the mugs and trash, quickly putting it away and wiping the small table down.

Drake hands me my tips for the day, and I drop the handful of change into my purse, slinging it over my shoulder. “Don’t be late again tomorrow,” Drake says with a look and I smile sheepishly about to come up with an excuse but he just raises his eyebrows, crossing his arms over his denim button-up. “Be here at 7,” He says sternly and I nod and turn, heading out the door. “Alright, Well I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow around 8:30-ish!” I shout over my shoulder as I plush through the old door, ringing the bell above me. “7!” Drake yells after me, but I grin as I make my way down the street, pretending I didn’t hear him. I wrap my coat tighter around my uniform, tightening the belt around my waist to keep myself covered. The October chill is a bit shocking after spending my day in the small, warm, coffee shop. I grin anyway, excitement bubbling within me at the thought of seeing my baby after such a long day.

I eventually round the corner and walk up to the kindergarten just as the doors open. Small children pour out, running towards their parents, large grins on their faces. I look for my baby, and I hear the familiar “Mommy!!” And before I know it, the love of my life leaps into my arms, shrieking with laughter. “Hey baby!” I chuckle, holding up my daughter, twirling her around as she giggles uncontrollably. “How was school?” I ask once I stop twirling her, bringing her carefully to the ground. “It was fun! We learnt the alphababet!” She says enthusiastically and I chuckle. “It’s alphabet Dani,” I correct her, brushing her wavy brown hair from her face. “Okay mommy,” She says with a small smile, her dimples showing.

My heart feels full as I can’t help but smile too, reaching over to grab her Star Wars backpack. She turns and stretches her arms and I slip it off her, slinging it over my other shoulder. “Alright, want to head home? I’m making mommy pizzas tonight!” I sing, making her face light up. “Really?” She asks, jumping up and down. “Yep!” I laugh, and she grins as I reach down for her hand. We start down the road, hand in hand, our feet crunching on the leaves. I own an old truck that my dad gave me years ago, but I prefer walking anyway. It also saves gas money.

We walk for a bit, and Dani is quieter than normal. As we start to enter our neighborhood, I turn to her. “Is something bothering you D?” I ask, and she shrugs, looking down. “Come on babe, tell me,” I say, and she sighs lightly. “Mommy, why don’t I have a Daddy? Like the other kids?” My heart sinks and I slow down, my mind racing. I knew this would come up eventually, just not so soon. I stop, kneeling down in front of Dani, holding both her hands, my mind running a mile a minute, trying to figure out how to tell my poor daughter why she doesn’t have a dad. “You know how in fairytales how the princess finds her prince? And they live happily ever after then have their own princesses and princes?” I ask, and Dani nods, her dark brown eyes watching me intently.

I swallow and carry on. “Well, mommy never found her prince- or did I? oh- that’s not the point,” I say quickly, a blush creeping up unexpectedly. “I was blessed with you before I could find my true prince. And I couldn’t be more grateful baby. I love you with all my heart okay?” I say, and she nods slowly, taking in the information. “Ok. I think that’s okay.” She says, and I smile. “That’s my girl.” I say with a wink, and once again I grab her hand, leading her home.

After our small talk, her mood lightens up and she doesn’t want to stop talking. She goes on and on about her class and her new plant that she needs to take care of, and I cannot stop smiling. Everyday this little person makes me so happy and fills my life with such joy. I had no idea back in that grimy bathroom on that terrible night that I would one day be here with my amazing daughter, but here I am. And nothing can seem to go wrong.

We reach our small home, and stop when I spot the moving truck next door. “What’s that?” Dani asks me, and I turn to her. “It’s what people use to move their furniture when they move house. It looks like we got some neighbors finally,” I say, squinting my eyes to see if I can spot them. A couple of moving workers go back and forth, and I realize I should probably be nice and say hi. I glance back at our house for a second, wondering if I can get away with a plate of cookies and hopefully never have to interact with them again when suddenly Dani let’s go of my hand. My stomach drops and I widen my eyes and whirl around, watching her sprint over to the moving truck. “Dani!” I shout, running after her as she goes around the large moving vehicle.

As I round the corner of the truck, I see her clutched onto to someone’s legs, I drop down in relief, grabbing my child. “Oh my god I’m so sor...ry,” I say, trailing off as I get the full view of my new neighbor, widening my eyes in disbelief at the man in front of me.

The man who broke my heart.

The man who hurt me for so many years.

The father to my child.

Liam Rhys.

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So that’s it so far! What did you guys think? I’ve been toying with this idea for a while and I’m pretty excited about the storyline!

#choices #playchoices #drake walker #trr drake #the royal romance #trr #drake #pixelberry #drake x mc #mc x drake #the line #part one

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buckybarnesstar · 6 years

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Something More

Note: so I came up with this plot for my best friend and she begged me to write it. her wish is my command. then I asked if some of you would read this even if it’s not about Bucky. leave a comment if you enjoyed it and I’ll play around with the idea of spending some time on writing for Cody Fern/Michael Langdon until I find motivation to write for Bucky again. ❤️

He was lying down in his bed, staring through his window at the moon. He was waiting for her to call, to let him know she was on her way back home from working. She always let him know, it was their pact. Since she works at a bar and is saving money to fix her vehicle, she has to walk. He offered to take her and pick her up, but she said her hours are always different. She's his best friend and he cares for her safety, so he stays on the phone with her until he hears her lock her front door.

His phone started to buzz and it lit up with the contact photo of them both making silly faces while he was on set of American Horror Story. He quickly answered with a smile. "Hey there." she greeted him, making him smile even more. "How was work, sugar?" He rolled onto his back, his hand resting on his bare chest. He could hear the click of her boots on the sidewalk, a distant echo through the still night.

She sighed heavily and he could tell she was frowning. "It was long, Cody. So long. OH and I had to break up a bar fight because my shitty boss was too busy flirting with a slut. Honestly, I'm surprised I didn't die. They were like raging bulls. Fucking animals, I tell ya! Then at the end, one of them had the audacity to ask for my number! As if!" She ranted on and on about how her night went and Cody listened. He always listened and he always felt guilty that he wasn't there for her in person when she went through something like this.

"Wait, you broke up a bar fight? Did you get hurt?" Worry laced his tone, his accent stronger. He sat up, resting his back against his headboard. "N-no, not really." She said her voice quieter. He knew she was lying to him. He felt anger bubble in his stomach. "Are you lying to me?" He asked, his jaw clenching. The thought of his best friend getting hurt by some idiots in a fucking bar that had too much to drink, made him see red.

She sighed and cleared her throat. "I mean, I got socked in the cheek but it's nothing bad. When I tried to shove one guy away, the other hit me, but honestly, a bag of ice and a long nights rest will heal me right up." She said, trying to laugh it off. Cody rose out of bed and shook his head furiously.

"Are you fucking- I'm coming over." He said, grabbing his pants off his floor and slipping them on. She scoffed on the other end. "Cody, no. I'm fine! Really, don't worry ab-" "Don't you dare say don't worry about you!" he paused his movements as he raised his voice. She silenced her words and sighed.

"I'll be there in ten minutes." He muttered, containing his anger as best he could. He grabbed his keys, not caring to put on a shirt. He slipped on his Converse and made his way to his front door, locking it behind him. "Cody, you're acting like I'm bleeding or about to die." She shook her head, finally reaching the steps to her small apartment.

He got into his car and put the keys in the ignition. "Are you bleeding?" He asks, hearing nothing but silence on the other end. "Fucking HELL." He yelled, starting his car and speeding out of his driveway.

As he drove to her apartment, the phone call was mostly silent. He could hear her moving around on the other end and she listened to the steady hum of his engine. He couldn't believe she tried to make it seem like she was okay when she wasn't. She's his best friend, he knows her like the back of his hand.

Just like he said, he arrived at her place in ten minutes. He turned off his car and put it in park and hopped out, slamming his door shut. He rushed to her door and she opened it before he could knock or ring the doorbell. She locked her door and turned to face him. He immediately looked down at her and he could see her bruised cheek and the redness. It was swollen and there was a small cut, blood trickling down her cheek. Some of it had dried on her walk home.

He raised his hands, gently holding her cheeks as he looked at the one that got hit. She winced as his thumb rubbed across it, wiping a trail of blood off. His chest rose and fell with anger. He wasn't one to fight someone, but seeing his best friend like this pissed him off well enough to kill the assholes.

"Cody, you didn't have to come." She felt bad for him coming all this way. He shook his head, his curls shaking as he did so. "I had to see for myself. I'd kill them both, even if I broke a nail." He said, pulling his hands away. She smiled even though it hurt and rolled her eyes. "You're so gay, stop." She giggled, lightening the mood. Cody couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "I am but I'd still beat their asses. Come on, let's take care of this." He grabbed her by her hand and led her to the bathroom.

She sat on the counter of her sink as he looked for bandages, cotton balls, peroxide, ointment and disinfectant wipes. He got everything he needed and stood in front of her between her legs. She was shorter than him, even propped up on the sink. She stared up at him as he worked on her cheek. His blue eyes focused on gently wiping the blood off. It stung as he dabbed at the cut. She sucked in a deep breath, closing her eyes as the sensation caused them to water a little bit.

He frowned, continuing to clean it. He didn't want to speak his thoughts, no matter how loud they were. Seeing her in any amount of pain infuriated him to no end. Tossing the bloody cotton ball away, he got another and pouring peroxide on it. "That burns." She whispered, pouting her lip out. He found himself staring at her lips longer than necessary. He quickly snapped himself out of it.

"I'm sorry but it doesn't need to get infected, doll face." He reached up and she backed away, shaking her head. "Cody, no." She whined, lifting her hands up to rest on his bare sides to push him back. He gave her a pointed look and put his other hand on her thigh. "Cody, yes, now stop moving." He insisted, tightening his grip only a little on her thigh to get her to sit still.

She groaned and let him dab at the cut, the peroxide stinging it. She whined again and moved her hand from his side towards his hand on her thigh. He flipped his over so she could hold it. "Almost done." He mumbled, turning away to grab a bandage and neosporin. He carefully covered the clean cut with ointment and put a bandage on it. He smiled softly as her hand blindly found his again to hold onto, unaware the he was finished since she had her eyes closed.

He stared at her and suddenly he felt like he couldn't breathe. She was...beautiful, in every sense of the word. His eyebrows creased as he looked down at their joined hands. He noticed how small hers were in comparison to his, but they fit perfectly together. His tummy erupted with butterflies as her thumb began to rub small circles on his hand.

Looking back up at her, he moved away, shaking his head. His cheeks had become red with shyness and embarrassment. He shouldn't be looking at her like that. They're best friends and he's gay. At least, that's what he's always felt. "I'm all done. Now you just need to put ice on it so the swelling will go down." He said, gathering everything to put up.

She opened her eyes and turned to look in the mirror, inspecting her cheek. "Wow, I'm all swollen and ugly. But thank you, Cody." She said, turning to look at him. Her eyes met his chest as he moved around and she looked at his body as he threw away trash and put everything away. She shouldn't be looking at him like that. They're best friends and he's gay.

"You're beautiful, shut up." He said with a smile, he stopped himself from saying more. He helped her off the sink, his hands on her waist. "Ice time." She sighed, walking out of his grasp. "I'll be there in a minute." He said, his voice shaking. She was already in the hallway and he could hear her mumbling about the "fucking dummies" in the bar. Shutting her bathroom door, he composed himself. He was angry, confused, and a little lightheaded. He wasn't sure what he was feeling before, but he was sure it was just his nerves. "Yeah, just nerves..." He whispered, leaving the bathroom.

As he walked into her kitchen, he saw her wrapping a bag of ice in a small towel, then putting it against her cheek. Groaning, she took her hair out of it's ponytail, letting it falling over her shoulders. He stood in the doorway, watching her. The same feelings suddenly jolted his heart in his chest. He ignored them and walked in the room. "You should lie down. We can watch a movie or something." He offered, desperate to void his mind of thoughts about her. She turned to him and hummed in agreement, her hand still holding the ice to her cheek.

They settled down on her couch together and she lied down with her head on his lap. He chuckled as she shuffled into a good position. She sighed, a small smile forming on her lips. He started a movie as she settled down. "Comfortable?" He asked softly, raising his eyebrow as she looked up at him. "Very." Her eyes dropped closed and he grabbed the bag of ice from her hand, holding it for her.

A few moments passed and he wasn't watching the movie anymore. He was watching her sleep. One hand was holding the ice to her cheek and the other was running through her hair. Those same feelings returned and he felt his lip tremble as his eyes watered. He was sure he was only into guys. He's gay and yet here he is, nearly crying. His heart was pounding, his hands were sweating, and he felt like he couldn't breathe. The striking realization hit him like a freight train as he finally admitted it to himself. He's fallen for his best friend.

He continued to watch her sleep and she moved her head in her sleep, her face close to his crotch. He gasped when she turned her face away and nudged it with the back of her head. He felt blood rush to his dick. "No, no.." He mumbled, thinking of how to move her without waking her up. She groaned in her sleep and it sounded oddly sensual, only furthering his arousal. He's gay, for crying out loud, he shouldn't be getting hard at this. He tilted his head back and took deep breaths, calming himself down.

He had no idea why he was turned on but his mind couldn’t help but come up with a scenario of her on her knees for him, taking him until she was full. Shaking his head, he tried to make the thoughts go away. She’s his best friend, that would never happen.

He looked back down at her, his eyes going to her lips. He thought of how soft they felt, how plump they’d feel against his, and other places.

It was uncomfortable at this point and he tried to ignore it. Eventually, he did.

Cody woke up early that morning to her making breakfast. He made an excuse up as to why he had to leave, saying he forgot to do something important. She thanked him again and he rushed to Eric's house.

He knocked on his door, his knuckles nearly bleeding from how hard he was pounding on the door. Eric opened the door and Cody walked in, brushing past Eric. "What's up?" Eric asked, his eyebrows creased. "We need to talk." Cody said, pacing back and forth. Eric stood with his hands on his hips. "What is wrong with you? You're as nervous as a drag queen going onstage for the first time since they came out of the closet!" He said, rushing to Cody to stop him.

Cody sighed and bit his lip. "I'm-I'm gay." He said, searching Eric's eyes. Eric scoffed with a smile. "No shit, we've sucked each others cocks. It's a little late for coming out to me. I was your first kiss, that’s what friends are for." Cody shook his head and groaned in frustration. "Then- then why am I-" Cody groaned and pulled at his curls.

Eric looked worriedly at Cody. "Why are you what?" He questioned. Cody stood there, looking at Eric. "Shit. I might be bisexual." He winced at the words and Eric gasped. "What? How do you know? Who's the girl?" Cody nervously looked away. "My best friend.. She's the first girl to make my heart and my dick throb." He started pacing again and Eric gasped, covering his mouth. "CODY! NO FUCKING WAY! DID YOU TELL HER!? DID Y'ALL FUCK!? Is she tight?"

Cody looked at Eric with wild eyes as his mouth spewed questions about her. "Don't talk about her like that." His voice was low and he felt protective over you towards Eric now. "Damn honey, it was just a question. Maybe you are if you're about to claw my eyes out with your manicured fingers." Eric fanned his face and Cody sighed.

"I don't know how to tell her. I'm even more nervous than I was coming out to her about being gay." He couldn't think straight. Ha, the irony. Eric hummed. "You just have to tell her. See what she says. She's always looked at you differently than everyone else." Eric shrugged and Cody nodded. "Yeah...wait what?" He looked up at Eric, his curls bouncing. Eric bit his lip. "Shit, I wasn't supposed to tell. I mean, I always swore I never would because, well, you're gay and it...okay, she kinda always had a crush on you." Eric spoke fast and Cody felt his heart start racing.

"How do you know!? Why didn't you tell me before!?" Cody asked, his eyes wide with shock. "Dude, you're gay! Well, not anymore, it seems. She told me at a sleepover and she was drunk and- just fucking go! Tell her before I write it on my blog!" Eric rushed Cody out of his house and Cody ran to his car and got in, making his way back to her apartment.

He got out of his car and raced to her door, ringing the doorbell. He turned away, running his hands down his face. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He whispered to himself, his knees about to give out. He was really doing this, wasn't he? Telling her how he felt, not knowing the outcome. No, he couldn't do this. He walked down her steps, not turning back, until he heard her voice. "Cody?" Oh, that beautiful voice.

Cody turned around and he stopped walking as he looked at her. Their eyes met and he felt all of his worries melt away. He started walking towards her and met her halfway. His feet were fast and she walked up to him. "What are doing he-" She didn't have time to finish her sentence before Cody grasped onto the back of her head with one hand, the other resting on her back. His pressed his lips to hers and she gasped before kissing him back. The world stopped moving, it seemed, as they kissed.

Cody's emotions got the best of him and he pulled away, looking down at her, his hand resting on her unharmed cheek. "I think..I think I'm in love with you and- I don't know what to do." He fell to his knees and her breath was shaky as she looked down at him.

His arms wrapped around her as he cried and she let her hand rest in his hair. Her heart burst with happiness and she bent down, pulling him off of her. His blue eyes met hers and she smiled. "Cody.. it's okay. I love you, too, but..aren't you...?" She didn't finish asking the question they both had.

Cody nodded and she wiped his tears with trembling fingers. "I thought I was but.. I feel something for you. I-I can't help it." He shook his head and she leaned in to kiss him again. He held onto her, keeping her close to him. She pulled away once more, his lips chasing hers as his eyes remained closed. She smiled and gently kissed his nose. "We'll figure it out, Cody.. I love you and you love me. That's all that matters, yeah?" He opened his eyes and nodded, resting his forehead against hers.

They love each other and that's all that matters.

#buckybarnesstar #cody fern #cody fern x reader #cody fern imagine #michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon imagine #american horror story apocalypse #ahs apocalypse

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elizaviento · 6 years

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Higher Power

My dear Anon -- this prompt was perfect and I thank you for the delicious images that subsequently invaded my mind. I hope this meets your expectations, as well.

Note: This story features Rick/Reader D-74 from Assimilation because, you know, they’re my babies and I just love them so.

Higher Power

(Rick Sanchez x Reader)

NSFW -- 3200 words with lots of romantic type feely feels.

(FYI: Assimilation can be found in the Rick Fic Masterpost link in my blog description.)

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It was Jerry’s idea to go camping. I only agreed because I knew how much he loved it. Rick only agreed because Beth guilted him into it. So, you can imagine how much fun we were having while huddled around Jerry’s poor excuse for a campfire.

“Okay! Who has a scary story?” Jerry asked much too cheerfully while violently ripping open a bag of jumbo marshmallows that proceeded to spray outward, hitting him in the face before tumbling to the ground.

“Don’t worry, I brought another bag” I said before the kids could groan in disappointment. I knew Jerry better than he knew himself so the second bag of marshmallows was just a metaphor for my knack for bailing him out.

Rising from the ground, I quickly dusted off the seat of my jeans before shuffling toward my tent a few yards away, which was more difficult that I had initially taken into account. The sky had managed to fade from the soft hues of pink and blue to pitch black in the half hour that we’d congregated around the fire and I found myself stumbling on twigs and small rocks more than once before reaching my destination.

Once I’d finally made it to my tent, I felt around for and quickly unzipped the entrance flap -- the metallic hiss of the zipper sounding as loud as a freight train in the all encompassing darkness. Then, crawling inside on my hands and knees, I continued to navigate by touch until my hand closed around the plastic bag containing the fluffy cylinders of sugar.

When I felt something bump my ass from behind, I opened my mouth to scream the very second a hand materialized out of nowhere to engulf it.

“Jesus fuck! Calm down!” Rick’s rough whisper floated toward my ears from close by. “You -- y-y-you’re too fuckin’ jumpy” he chided, releasing my mouth so I could breathe a sigh of relief as he crawled inside the tent beside me and flopped down on his back.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he gripped my upper arm and tugged until he’d pulled me on top of him. I could feel, rather than see that our faces were within an inch of one another as his warm breath wafted across my skin.

“Humm?” was his only reply as he closed the short distance and pressed his lips to mine. Even in the complete blackness, his aim was perfect and I wedged one hand between his neck and the floor of the tent to hold him in place. That is, until I remembered that we were mere feet away from the remainder of our family. Pulling back, it was my turn to place a hand over Rick’s mouth to prevent him from connecting our lips once more.

“As much as I’d love to be defiled among the majestic beauty of nature, I’d rather not scar Jerry and Beth for life. Or the kids.” I removed my hand from his mouth expecting something witty in retort. I wasn’t disappointed.

“Baby, you can only be defiled once and I -- uh -- I’m pretty sure I took care of that looong ago” he purred, squeezing my ass for good measure. I needed to nip this encounter in the bud, right now, or I’d never have the willpower to resist. So, I pitched my body to the side until I landed on my back beside him.

“We need to get back before Jerry assembles a search party” I warned, hoping that the threat of my brother happening upon us rutting in a tiny tent would deflate his libido.

“Ugh. For some -- someone so hot -- so sexy, you sure know how to kill a boner” he complained. My eyes were just beginning to adjust to the darkness so I could faintly make out the movement of his lanky form as he sat up, his spiky hair swishing across the vinyl ceiling of the tent.

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What felt like hours later (but was in reality only 45 minutes), Jerry had run out of cheesy campfire horror stories and was grasping at any straw to keep each family member’s attention.

“Come on, Dad” Summer whined as she pulled her cell phone from the pocket of her hoodie for the 247th time that evening on impulse, the ‘NO SERVICE’ message on the screen mocking her time and again. “Can’t we just, like, go to bed now?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jerry asked, plunging another marshmallow on the end of a twig and thrusting it directly into the fire; only to pull it free when it had transformed into a block of flaming ash. “It’s only 9:00 o’clock! The night’s still young! Rick, you must know some spooky ghost stories with all that planet hopping, right?” Adjusting my gaze beyond the flickering flames, I caught a glimpse of Rick and Beth sitting directly across from me, rolling their eyes simultaneously.

“No, Jerry” Rick spat, his face screwed up in disgust as he took a swig from his flask. “I don’t have any spooky ghost stories ‘cause they -- g-ghosts don’t exist.”

“Well, how could you possibly know that?” Jerry countered, shoving the charred marshmallow into his mouth before spitting it right back out with a whimper. “Ow, that’s hot!”

“It was practically smoldering like a brick of coal, Jerry” Beth explained with a sigh, wrapping her arms across her chest. It was, indeed, becoming increasingly chilly as the evening progressed and I felt a smile tug the corners of my lips when I spied Rick draping an arm across her shoulders in an unconscious bid to warm her. No fatherly instinct, my ass, I thought, making a mental note to point out his adorable display of affection at a later time.

“Yeah, Rick. How do y-you know ghosts don’t exist?” Morty chimed in as he speared a hot dog on his twig and very carefully hovered it above the flames.

“Be -- because there’s no such thing as a soul. Or god. Or the devil. It -- it’s just us, all alone fuckin’ judgin’ and -- and -- and killin’ each other in the name of some ‘higher power’ that, if it did exist, wouldn’t give two shits about any of us anyway.” He paused long enough to take another pull from the flask. “Does that -- uh -- does that answer your question?” he finished, standing from the fallen log he and Beth were sharing in some type of mic drop-esque grand gesture.

Narrowing his eyes in the way he does right before he says something stupid, Jerry countered, “I think you do believe in a higher power, Rick. But in your case, it’s yourself."

“Yeah! You -- y-y-you know what? You’re absolutely right, Jerry!” Rick said, throwing his hands in the air while Beth lowered her head and pinched her brow. I could second her reaction as I also stood to make my way back to my tent. “‘Cause -- uh -- you know --” he continued, suddenly jabbing an index finger in my direction, “-- your sister screams -- calls me GOD every single night!”

In that very moment, everything fell eerily still and silent. Even the crickets seemed to halt the ritualistic rubbing of their hind legs as each pair of eyes that didn’t belong to Rick grew to the size of teacup saucers.

“Uhh…” Jerry hedged while trying and failing to formulate an adequate come back.

“Seriously, Grandpa Rick?” Summer interjected while stomping away, presumably toward the tent she’d be begrudgingly sharing with Morty. “Just… gross!” Tentatively, Morty rose to join her, the inky blackness swallowing him whole like the gaping maw of some type of mythical sea creature.

Feeling like I could vomit at any second, my eyes flicked toward Beth. The look on her face could only be described as mortified as she also gathered up the remainder of the food and tossed it in the cooler. “Thanks a lot, Dad” she spit sarcastically, actively avoiding eye contact with me.

Then, as if suddenly realizing what an absolute horrid thing he’d just allowed to fly from his mouth, Rick slumped forward and groaned -- scrubbing a hand down his face before fishing the other in the inner pocket of his lab coat again for his flask. Or should I say crutch.

“Look. I --” he began, but the damage was done and I was already striding toward the sanctuary of my tiny tent with unshed tears of humiliation and rage stinging my eyes.

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He didn’t come after me. At least, not right away. He knew he’d managed to piss me off royally and that if he didn’t give me time to cool off, I wouldn’t be above socking him in the jaw.

So, I lay in the dark -- staring up at the ceiling of my tent with the sleeping bag zipped up to my chin. Once securely inside, I’d let the tears silently fall from my eyes as I seethed and seethed and cursed his name. How could he say something like that? In front of the kids? In front of BETH?! Did he really think so little of me that he wouldn’t think twice before blurting something so fucking crass in front of our family?

Eventually, the burning sensation in my face began to cool along with the tear tracks drying on my cheeks. Rick knew to let me be when I was truly angry because he also knew that I wasn’t one to hold a grudge. However, perhaps he deserved it this time. Perhaps having a legitimate grudge held against him would serve him right.

Mulling the thought over, I yawned and let my eyes drift closed. The crickets had resumed their delightful chirping and I allowed them to lull me into a peaceful sleep.

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“Shhh” a raspy voice hissed with lips pressed to my ear when I was suddenly jolted awake. After a second or two, my brain registered the voice with the vision of a man with blue spiky hair and a perpetual scowl.

“I’m still mad at you” I whispered while I attempted to wiggle from his grasp. I was trapped in the sleeping bag with Rick’s arms wrapped tightly around it.

“You’re not” he challenged, his voice low enough that only I could hear while his lips still pressed and feathered across the shell of my ear.

But, I actually was. And, his arrogant insistence that I wasn’t…

Freeing my arms from the cocoon of the sleeping bag trapped in Rick’s arms, I forcefully shoved him away. Wishing there was even one speck of light to see the, no doubt, shocked expression on this face, I wiggled from the sleeping bag completely and sat upright with my knees pulled up to my chest.

“What the hell?” he harshly whispered from the other side of the tent. I could faintly hear the whoosh of polyester fabric as Rick blindly groped his hands across the sleeping bag, searching for me.

“Don’t you dare, Rick!” I spat, my voice straining as I tried to project a whisper in a manner that adequately portrayed how upset I was with him. “Don’t you DARE try to get in my pants after that little stunt you pulled!” He groaned in obvious annoyance and the rage burned within me fresh and hot. He had no right to be annoyed with ME. “Get out” I demanded, pointing toward where I thought the flap of the tent was located even though it was much too dark for him or I to tell.

Without a word, I felt the tent pitch and sway as he attempted to crawl toward the exit. Again, I could hear the swish of his hair as it made contact with nylon and I began to snicker as it became increasingly obvious that Rick couldn’t locate the flap.

“Wait” I said, my voice softening as his exasperated sighs only managed to endear him to me in the most inopportune moment. I had promised myself I’d hold a grudge, but I was failing. Now that I was free of the warmth of the sleeping bag, the chill licked at my exposed skin and the deep seeded adoration and yearning for Rick began to bubble up from the pit of my being; that coil nesting in my stomach slowly unfurling to extend to my arms as they searched for him in the darkness. Recognizing my tone, he immediately sought me out again, as well, and soon we were comfortably entwined.

“I’m sorry” he whispered into my hair and he sounded more sincere than I could ever recall.

“You know I’m not good at expressing my feelings --” I began and he scoffed as if to imply ‘yeah, me either’ before I continued, “-- but that was fucking brutal, Rick.” He pressed a tender kiss to the top of my head and I knew I wasn’t angry any longer. Turning to press my face to the crook of his neck I whispered confessions of love against his skin while balling my fists in the lapels of his lab coat.

“Sweetheart --”

But, I deftly cut him off by pressing my lips to his while tilting and raising my hips, effectively tipping him flat on his back. Now straddling him, I settled my bottom on his upper thighs while my hands worked the buckle of his belt. Even in the darkness, the practiced movements came so naturally that I’d soon pulled it from the loops and began the task of loosening his fly. And, while I undressed him, he undressed me -- lifting the oversize t-shirt from my body before I trailed my hands under his sweater until he lifted his arms so I could do the same.

We were quiet. Silent as the night. Neither of us above a whisper as our humid breaths heated the small enclosure that protected us from the elements. And when I finally rose to line his cock to my entrance, I suppressed a sob as I slowly took him fully inside.

“Oh baby -- oh fuck, you feel so good” Rick groaned before capturing my lips just in time to swallow my moans and gasps.

“Rick” I breathed, nestling my face in the juncture of his neck and shoulder as I buried one hand in his hair. “Rick, please.”

He knew what I wanted. He was always hesitant to utter the words even though we both knew them to be true. He hitched a breath as if to prepare but I decided perhaps now wasn’t the time. Perhaps I wanted the words to come of their own volition instead of from my gentle prompting.

So, I began to fuck him. Slow and deep -- alternating between pressing kisses to and planting my teeth in sensitive flesh behind his ear. And, still we were quiet. Silent as the night. Neither of us above a whisper as we rocked together, his fingers digging bruises into the flesh of my hips while my fingernails pressed crescent grooves in the flesh of his neck and scalp.

“Oh my -- fuck! -- oh god” he released in a strangled whine as I quickened my pace. The slight slapping of skin on skin ricocheted between the nylon walls of our enclosure as it mingled with muted grunts and gasps and the occasional soft moan that I allowed to escape when Rick’s cock hit my sweet spot just right.

“Who’s the higher power now, huh?” I asked in the sultriest whisper I could muster before trapping the shell of his ear between my teeth.

“Sweetheart -- baby...” he whined, gripping my hips tighter in silent question. He was teetering on the edge of control and I nodded my head in approval, excitement already overtaking me as my body tensed in preparation for the pounding I knew I was in for. And as he bent his knees to firmly plant his feet on the floor for leverage, he moved one hand from my hip to roughly grip the back of my neck and pushed his pelvis upward until the head of his cock pressed heavy, direct and consistent pressure on my g-spot.

“I love you.”

The words were so sudden and unexpected that my body immediately responded, tensing further as my cunt violently clamped around Rick’s cock and I came -- hard -- sinking my teeth in his shoulder to silence the scream that threatened to rip from my throat. Each contraction seemed to be stronger than the last as it pulsed and pulsed through me, the endorphins flooding my bloodstream at an alarming rate. And, as my climax began to ebb, Rick lowered his hips only slightly before forcefully slamming them upward again and again and again. Limp as a rag doll, I allowed him to fuck into me as another orgasm began to build deep inside. No longer possessing the mental capacity to sexily moan and croon for him, I only dropped my head to his shoulder as he whispered the praise he knew I cherished so well.

“Oh, fuck, my perfect girl. You -- you know I love you, huh? Y-y-you can feel it, yeah? Feel how much I fuckin’ love you? -- oh shit!”

I came again -- quietly sobbing and drooling against his neck and I clung to him; sweaty and trembling.

“Thaaat’s it, my sweet girl. You -- you’re pussy’s so goddamn perfect, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna cum” he growled directly into my ear, probably a little too loud at this point but I was far too gone to care. He fucked up into me -- hard and deep -- once, twice, a third time; clenching his teeth, a forceful inhale whistling past them as he filled me up. Hot and thick and perfect.

“Holy god, fuckin’ christ” he gasped as his muscles relaxed and the death grip on my neck and hip loosened. I only hummed in response letting my full weight settle on his chest for only a moment before I rolled and plopped down beside him.

“Leave it to Jerry to pick a campground that doesn’t have showers” I quietly joked and snickered as the product of our coupling leaked to the floor of the tent.

“I -- uh -- I’ll portal us to the house in a couple of hours” he rasped. My eyes had somewhat adjusted to the darkness once more and I could faintly make out the motion of his sweeping hand through his hair as my mind burned the evenings activities into my memory bank. “But, remind me to tell Jerry he was actually wrong. Yet again.”

“About what?” I asked suspiciously, furrowing my brow as I hoped he wouldn’t say something completely idiotic to ruin the moment. But in the safety of the darkness, he said something that nearly knocked the wind from me --

“My higher power is you.”

The End.

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Louder: part 1

This takes place in the CGW AU, a collaborative universe by @ao719, @speedyoperarascalparty, @cocomaxley, @riseandshinelittleblossom and myself. You can find other works from our crazy universe HERE

This takes place before Genevieve and Rashads wedding. It is a follow up to Never give up (a one shot featuring Leo x Alicia) which was basically the birth of this crazy gang. It is very smutty you can find that HERE.

Rating: Mature, smut content inside

The five ladies stepped excitedly out of the suv, it was girls night and they looked forward to this night every week. Each of the girls took time picking and planning an activity, this particular week was Alicia's turn. "Ok girls, whos ready to get shit faced and paint?" She clapped her hands. "I'm ready to drink, but paintin, not so much. I had to paint a gold fish in middle school. It came out looking like an orange turd floating in the water." Stephanie said with a serious expression. The girls bust out laughing as they walked into the studio.

They each took a seat in front of an easel while an employee came around filling wine glasses. "Anitah took a look at the little bit of liquid in the bottom of the glass and spoke up. "Honey, these ladies and I are going to need alot more then this. I'll gladly pay you guys an extra $200 if you keep our glasses full." The employee nodded and took the cash filling the girls glasses up. An instructor stepped in front of the group. "Hello ladies, I am Gwendolyn and tonight we will be painting the Eiffel Tower in the spring time." She pulled out a painting with the Eiffel Tower in the distance, its reflection in watrr surrounded by chery blossoms. "Has anyone ever been to the effiel tower in the spring." She questioned. The girls all raised their hands. "I've had sex on the Eiffel Tower in the spring." Anitah whispered as she giggled. "Sir would you like to paint too? We have an extra seat?" Gwendolyn asked Brad. "No mam, I am here to observe." Anitah rolled her eyes "Brad, sit down and fricken paint."

"Yes, your grace."

Leo, Maxwell and Drake walked into the study joining Liam, Rashad and Bastien. "Who's ready to pay me?" Leo gloated. Drake rolled his eyes "Yeah ok Rhys, we will see who pays who." "Im glad I can join you guys this time, Stephanie is out with the girls and Savanah offered to watch Evie for us." Maxwell grinned as he grabbed a handfull of pretzels and sat down.

Several hands into the game the guys were feeling the effects of their drinks. Drake slid a large bet into the center "what'll it be boys?" Leo shot him a smirk. "I'll raise you. Go big or go home. That's my motto for poker and the bed room." He winked. Liam rolled his eyes "I fold, but im pretty sure we've already established I'm just as qualified to get the job done big bro." Liam gave him a sloppy grin. "Now boys, lets not forget who has double digits!" Drake sipped his whiskey, pleased with himself. Maxwell and Rashad each shared a look, remembering the night they played never have I ever after Maxwell and Stephanie's baby shower.

"Ok Walker, you have more O's, but when it comes to who can make them scream louder, I got that hands down." Leo gloated taking a long sip of his scotch. "You got jokes Rhys, I'm pretty sure Pam and I have got you beat in that department too."

"Now wait a minute, im petty sure Anitah has both of you beat there." Liam spoke up. "Genevieve, has a set of lungs on her, I'd be willing to bet she could give the ladies a run for their money." Rashad interjected. Maxwell giggled "My red is a firey, fiesty one, she is quite loud don't count her out." The five men stared each other down.

"Ok, since all of you think you have what it takes how about we put it to the test?" Leo looked back and forth between the men. "And how do you suppose we do this?" Liam arched hos brow. "The camping trip, this weekend." Drake said never taking his eyes off his friends. "Deal" the unanimously agreed as they sat back in their chairs. "Ahh guys? How do we tell who's louder? We'll need a judge." Maxwell stated, as their heads turned to face Bastien. "Not even an option fellas, I told you already, you're on your own."

The girls were about 7 bottles of wine in and feeling good. They had just about finished up their paintings when Anitah asked for another bottle to be brought out. "Um, this is the last bottle, do you ladies really need another?" Gwendolyn pleaded. "I am the queen of Gordon, bring me the bottle." She demanded. Gwendolyn nodded and returned a moment later refilling the girls glasses. "How you doing over there queen or Gordon?" Alicia snorted. "Greaaaaat! This thing is fucking awesome. How bout you guys?" Anitah slurred. " I like mine, mines pretty. Im gonna make Leo hang it in the bed room... I hope it doesn't fall off the wall though." Alicia giggled.

Pam held hers up in the air. "I'm done, its nothing special." Genevieve snorted "yeah your full of shit, its a damn masterpiece. Mine, well a five year old could paint better then this shit."

Stephanie placed a hand on Genevieves arm. "Nah girl your doin fine, bless your heart. This paintin's so ugly it'd make a freight train take a dirt road." She motioned to her work. Anitah topped her glass of again finishing off the bottle. "Shiiiit were outta wine. How you doing Brad?" Anitah giggled. "No worries, I brought back up." The ladies cheered as pam pulled put a bottle.

"Ah we dont allow outside alcohol in the studio." Gwendolyn spoke up. Anitah shot her a look. "Gwendolyn, Do you know who I am?" "Ah ye- yes your majesty." Anitah nodded "ok then, the bottle stays. Heres some extra cash for your troubles." Anitah smirked. Alicia pulled out her phone to take a picture accidentally calling Leo on video chat.

Leos phone rang Drake glanced down at the phone and snorted. "Hey Leo, sexy wifey is calling." Leo grinned as the others laughed. "A video call. She must miss my face." He pressed the button "hey baby having fun?" Only she wasnt looking at the screen. Leo could see the art studio, and hear the girls laughing. He heard Anitah ask Brad how he was doing over ther. "Anitah get down, your gonna hurt yourself." Alicia giggled. Liam came over behind Leo. "What are you watching?" His eyes went wide at the sight. Anitah walked over to the table in the center of the room and climbed up. She laid down on her side seductively and said "paint me like one of your french ladies." The girls laughed hysterically. The last thing they seen was paint fly across the room before the call ended.

"This is ridiculous!" Genevieve shouted in frustration as she tossed her paint brush, causing pink paint to fly across hitting Anitah in the face. Anitah gasped. "Gen, what the hell?"

"Ooops, sorry." Genevieve tried stifling a laugh but her attempts were futile. Anitah grabbed a paint brush and flung blue paint at Genevieve splashing across her cheeks and hitting Stephanie in the process. "Awe hell no." Stephanie grabbed a hanful of paint and flung it at Anitah. Alicia and pam looked on at the three, un touched by the paint filled fued until Alicia laughed and Anitah took a paint brush and smeared a line straigh across her chest. "You shouldn't have done that queenie." Alicia giggled as she picked up a bottle of purple pain and squeezed it on her head. Anitah squealed as the two started dumping paint all over each other.

Brad came running across the room "your majesty." His foot hit a puddle of paint and he fell on his ass, sliding across rhe floor leaving a brown streak across it. The girls laughed hysterically "looks like ole Brad left a skid mark." Stephanie howled.

Pam sat there drinking straight out of the bottle. "you guys done yet?" She groaned, a stream of blue pant splashed across the side of her head. "Oh, now you've done it." Pam jumped up and flung paint in all directions. The girls laughed and screamed until Gwendolyn came back into the room "what is going on here?" They immediately froze. "This concludes tonight's session, please get out!" She seethed. The girls took their paintings, and piled into the suv. Completely paint covered, somehow their paintings remained unscathed by the paint war.

Liam stood there jaw clenched "Bastien, please inform Brad to bring my wife home, immediately." " Yes sir." Bastiens phone rang as he stepped outside of the study. "Well, it seems the girls had fun." Leo chuckled. Liam shot him a look. "At least there wasn't anyone else there." Rashad tried to make light of the situation. Bastien entered the room "ah sir." "Yes Bastien. " liam sighed. "That was the art studio, it appears the girls have been banned." The men all turned to face Bastien. Liam ran his hand down his face "of course they have." "Theres more." Bastien continued "it also seems they caused some Damage and destruction of property."

"Bastien please inform the studio that we will cover all Damages, also please make them sign a non disclosure form." Bastien nodded and excited the room. "Damages? That doesnt sound like my Genevieve." Rashad defended. "My red is fiesty, but I cant see her trashing a place... Ok maybe." Maxwell shrugged. "Pam wouldn't do that, theres got to be more to this Li." Drake shook his head. Leo snorted. "We chose American women gentlemen. they're hot headed, hot tempered and hot blooded." "My queen has alot of explaining to do when she gets here." Liam exhaled with a clenched jaw.

Finally they heard a loud yelling coming from the foyer. "HONEY WERE HOOOOOME." Alicia screamed as the girls giggled. "There they are now." Leo chuckled.

The girls stumbled into the palace Anitah took off her shoes kicking them across the room, followed by her shirt. "I need a shower." Alicia kicked her shoes off and pulled down her jeans tossing them. "I need one too." Genevieve already had her shirt off and was working on her pants as they climbed the stairs. Stephanie and pam made short work of theor clothes tossing them aside as the five made their way to the royal Quaters.

"My showers the biggest, we can all get in there." She announced as the girls piled into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. "Mmm bop, do a dop a do oop do it up my doo op." Alicia sang. "Ew, did you say do it up your doo op?" Anitah squealed. "Thats not how the song goes." Genevieve laughed. "Oh yeah, you sing ot then. Ok. "Mmbop do a dop a do op do it up my doo op." Genevieve giggled. "See?!" Alicia laughed as the girls joined in singing very drunk and very off key.

The guys walked out of the study making their way to the stairs when they noticed several articles of clothing strewn about. "Well, looks like they're naked where ever they are. " leo smirked. "And covered in paint." Drake picked up a paint covered shirt "this is pams." The made their way towards the royal quaters when they heard the singing. The door was wide open. They walked in and heard the water running. They opened the bathroom door to find all five women crammed into the shower. "Jesus christ they're packed in there like sardines." Drake ran his hands through his hair.

"Heeey baby."Alicia turned to see Leo, her white bra and panties soaked, showing everything. Leo groaned at the sight adjusting his pants. "Why dont you come on out of there love." He smirked. "No! Were showering." Anitah hollered. "Anitah get out of there right away?" Liam demanded. "Are you angry, my king?" Anitah batted her lashes at him. "Anitah." He warned.

"Ok, Pam lets go." Drake opened the shower door he tried to reach in and grab pam but almost touched Genevieves ass. "Ahhhh, shit. Umm pam baby come here." Pam walked closer to the door when drake grabbed her tossing her over his shoulder, he tried to make a run for it but as he turned he slipped on the wet marble floor and fell on his ass dropping pam on top of him. "Shit baby, are you ok?" He held pam in her arms. Pam looked up at him laughing hard a loud snort escaped her. "Jesus, ok lets get you to bed."

Stephanie was the next to climb out, running right into Maxwell's arms. "Come on rose bud, lets go to bed." He took her hand.

Rashad walked over to the shower "Genevieve." He softly called her name "come on, lets go to bed." Genevieve giggled and climbed out of the shower "night ladies."

"And then there were two." Anitah giggled as her and Alicia danced around under the water. "Ok love, why dont you come with me and we can continue this shower together huh?" Leo gave Alicia that sly look that made her weak in the knees. She jumped out of the shower and into his arms wrapping her legs around him. "Anitah. Come on." Liam sighed. She shut the water off and climbed out. Liam gave her a towel "your angry my king." He shot her a look. "I am." Anitah bit her lip "good."

Liam walked with Leo to the door, Alicia placing kisses on his neck, completely oblivious to anything else. "I think I know just the judge for this weekend." Liam smirked. "Uh huh, jesus baby. Li, can you ah, get on with it." Leo groaned as Alicia continued to kiss his neck. "Brad."

Leo nodded his head and quickly took off. Liam turned to Anitah. "You my queen, you're in trouble. " Anitah squealed as Liam chased her through their quaters.

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The Anatomy of Melancholy, 47

Table of Contents. Second Instar, Chapter 14. Go to previous. Go to next. I think everybody just needs a moment to yell at the top of their lungs at this point.

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Ick parked the Riverhawk right outside the loading dock of Boott Mills, and idled the engine while Sticks, Angel and ‘Choly separated from him to enter. The chemist didn’t notice his own shivering or hard frown as they inspected the rows of textile equipment in search of stock or freight. The corner of the far wall nearest the waterfront had collapsed, but they paid it little mind.

The three of them happened upon the quadrant of the mill which contained different equipment from the rest. Sticks mentally skimmed the workbenches and looms.

“Property of the S.C.Y.T.H.E. Program,” the ghoul murmured. “Never learned what that stands for.”

“You said the government had mills in Lowell crafting military fabrics? That’s what this is?”

“One of these crates has got to have at least one bolt of ballistics fiber ready to ship out,” the ghoul continued. He set down his flamer to start popping open the steamer-style metal crates one at a time, to rummage through contents.

“This is such a strange departure from our standard fare as of late, Mister Hawthorne. I’m so glad Mister Carey is getting some fresh air. He cooped himself up something awful for the longest. Only went out for business. He’s not handling all this mess so well.”

Sticks threw back down whatever he’d picked up to toss up his hands and halt the train of thought.

“Just... stop. Stop. I can’t handle this nonsense anymore. You’ve got to be fucking with me. You can’t be standing in front of me like this. You and your damn Handy.” Sticks’s head drifted side to side in semblance to denial. “If you hadn’t taken that spill by the river this morning, your coat would be titanium white spotless. You can’t possibly be two hundred fifty years old. Your ghost wouldn’t have come all this way to haunt my ass. Would he? I probably deserve it.” He snarled a scoff. “You’re not really here! So are you leading me to my death like a pelt, or are you trying to show me the way?”

‘Choly could only glare onward to him in fresh hurt. He couldn’t pinpoint what had set Sticks off at a different timing than his own disillusionment. Sticks gawked at him with an incredulous anticipation, nearly as though ‘Choly himself wore a mask he could remove and end the charade now that he’d been called out on it.

The chemist began to sweat at the recognition that dozens of dog-sized crabs had poured in through the opening in the outer wall, following the volume of the ghoul’s voice. An ankle-biter rushed Sticks’s leg and when it chomped down, he kicked it and whirled around to retrieve his weapon. In an instant an arc of flames erupted forward to fend off the crustaceans, who squealed in frustration at the sudden burst of heat. The ghoul yelled, furious, and let out a second spray.

“We shouldn’t use fire in here!” ‘Choly yelled after him, eyeing the various tanks and barrels scattered along the walls of the open space. “Especially since we haven’t retrieved the fabric yet!”

Angel, all circular saws, zoomed ahead of Sticks and set to cutting down the hatchlings. Meanwhile, the ghoul doubled back, desperate to locate their proverbial treasure chest. The scent of the hatchlings’ guts drew the attention of a matron crab, who lingered enraged at the opening in the wall. She couldn’t get more than her claw inside, but that was enough to send broken pieces of textile equipment flying. Angel fired its lasers at the matron, while ‘Choly tried to shoot it full of pencils.

Sticks ran for the loading dock and tossed his flamer on the truck mount, and yelled for Ick to follow him. The Furrier and ghoul doubled back to the military textile equipment to retrieve the crate which took the both of them to carry. The ghoul prodded Ick against their better judgment to load up as many S.C.Y.T.H.E. crates as they possibly could. Despite the chemist and Handy’s best efforts, the matron crab had not budged. But the ghoul could tell she’d gotten herself stuck.

“‘Choly, I think we’ll do best using fire after all,” Sticks bellowed. He pointed for Ick to grab one of the QUARPEL aerosol tanks. “Fling it! Hard as you can!”

The tank hit the cinder block rubble just inside the wall, and not the crab. But Sticks grinned anyway, motioning for the group to retreat to the loaded down truck. He leaped up to aim his flamer, and with a concentrated stream he ignited the textile coating chemical which had splattered all over the crab’s claw. As they sped off, the crab shrieked and battered more of the wall down. The flames spread through the work floor and several more tanks burst immediately. From the bridge, the team could see the crab had taken residence in a delivery van. Another tank of volatile chemicals burst, and the van flew into the river, divorced of its inhabitant.

When they heard a third series of explosions, they all unclenched in the confidence the crab would not be following them. They slowed across the bridge to weave back across it, laughing like crazy.

“So this is where you briefly consider keepin’ whatever it is we’re haulin’ for ourselves,” Ick joked. “Pitch to split it fifty-fifty. What good’s a couple hundred pounds of military fabric gonna do any of us on his own, though?”

“Represents a goddamn chance in hell against the Devils,” Sticks insisted, not even entertaining the nostalgia of pulling a con. His head still ran hot as he watched ‘Choly following behind the Riverhawk.

Much of Voire had gathered up to gawk down the street at the plume of smoke the four of them had caused. The Riverhawk pulled up to the reservoir house. Ick and Sticks tossed off the crates for Bones, who scrambled down the embankment to become a giggling tangle of limbs with the old mummy.

Sticks fell back to check on ‘Choly as the chemist dismounted and observed at a distance. Ick told Bones all about their blowing up the crab matron.

“God,” ‘Choly blurted out to the ghoul, “I can’t even begin to imagine what’s under those masks, though. If it’s even half as beautiful as you--”

“--You’ll get to see everyone’s faces if you really have to. Once they get to their goddamn communal orgy.” Sticks stewed at the comparison abutted to such tactlessness. ‘Choly’s face practically fell off. “You seem to respond better to bluntness. Yeah. They get all naked and pile together in the middle of town. And then once they’ve worn themselves out, they dress themselves in all new clothes. I don’t want to spoil the fun for you, but it gets real messy.”

The chemist sniffed, appreciating that the Furriers crowded around Ick and not either of them at the moment.

“...You said something about an original formula?” He squinted up into the partly cloudy late afternoon sky. “I’m going to assume that one of the things that preoccupied Olivia all these years was refining X-Cell past its prototype stage? Addiction rate was godawful with that stuff, if memory serves.” He trailed off into a raunchy scoff. “An X-Cell enhanced orgy. Now that must be something.”

“I’m not some history textbook,” Sticks snipped. “I can appreciate that you’re here, but I don’t know the first goddamn thing about babysitting. You’re the first messenger she’s sent my way that I’ve given half a shit if they survived the trip to Voire.”

“...Angel, does this make the third or fourth time this week now I’ve nearly died?” ‘Choly didn’t blink, or wait for an answer, as he turned to face the ghoul. “Lexington burned because of me. Concord’s laden with gore. I gave myself acute radiation sickness getting frisky with a feral ghoul in Sanctuary. Bloodbugs stabbed me in the chest in Billerica. I got chased by flaming Assaultrons on my way on base. I could have gotten eaten by Merrilurks in Pawtucketville. And now I was nearly in an explosion in Lowell trying to escape a crab as big as a delivery truck. All in what I can only strongly believe was a week. Time’s trying to catch up to me. It’s all happening at once...” He crinkled his nose to adjust his glasses. “...I thought you said the Furriers were good folk.”

Sticks didn’t know what to say, wearing a mental flinch on his face.

“They thought you were a tribute because the confused and unfamiliar face is almost always expendable. I was negligent. The fact I can’t just offer you up for them to rip up for parts is the reason we had to run this extra errand for them, to be honest with you.”

“--Wait, you give half a shit that I’m still in one piece?”

“Half a-- Tch, yes. Yes, I do. If it’s really you,” Sticks warmed, “it’s the bee’s knees. Don’t know anybody who stands a better chance than you at setting the General straight. She’s gotten too twisted up in her own head. Lost track of reality. I’m surprised she could even accurately assess the Rust Devils are this much of a threat. ...Though, her paranoia has caused a false alarm before. And Angel’s the first robot I’ve noticed cross the Merrimack since I got here in 2090. Maybe we won’t have that big a problem.”

“You’re expecting me to get her out of her head when I can’t even get out of mine?” ‘Choly ugly laughed at him, slapping himself in the chest for emphasis. “I don’t know if I’m me. I don’t know what I am anymore!”

“You’re a dumb fuck who’s been through nine circles of hell. Kind of fitting, I guess, that they turned a war criminal into a popsicle. Told you before, I’m not the same guy I was before the bomb. Something tells me it’s unfair to imagine that despite everything, you’re that much more yourself for it.”

‘Choly looked around as the Furriers dispersed back to their houses. The sun was starting to set, splashing chartreuse and orange across the sky. Ick and Bones still lingered.

“We’re staying the night in Voire, aren’t we?” he frowned.

“We head out at daybreak. Too dangerous to travel the waterways at night. That’s when the Merrilurks come out to hunt.” Sticks’s face scrunched up in displeasure. “Damn waste of crab meat to have to blow up the mill.”

“Still got those MREs...” ‘Choly deadpanned.

“Sooner eat my good hand.” Sticks started off toward the reservoir house. “Besides, we’re guests of honor for the night. Abiding Bones’s wishes is all the proof the Furriers need to know we’re good for the other half of the promise.”

“Promise of...” The chemist trailed off in a prurient lyric and a broken, sloppy grin.

“Haven’t changed one bit.”

Sticks stepped inside with Bones to speak in private, leaving ‘Choly, Angel, and Ick alone a spell. The mummy Furrier looked on expectantly at the chemist, and eventually took a hand in both his own.

“He’s not acting it, but I promise you Sticks is over the moon to have you back. Give him time to cool down. He’s having as much trouble accepting it as seems you are.” Ick leaned in. “Where you been all this time, anyway?”

“...On ice.” He sniffed, withdrawing his hand. “You really think you’re too old to participate in the Unfolding?”

“Depends. You think you’re too old to participate?”

‘Choly doubled his face into both hands to sputter and cough at what he could only take as flirtation, all things considered. Sticks came out right after, and pulled down his welding goggles to look between them in confusion.

“So what can I do to help prepare dinner?” the ghoul insisted, nudging the four of them along back to Ick’s place.

“Oh!” Angel cried. “Do let me help you, Mister Ick!”

“A robot in the kitchen? ...Why the hell not.”

After a meal of roasted pelt and tatoes, the two slept in Ick’s garage in the back of the Riverhawk, on bedding of layers of leather and fur the Furrier had supplied them. Despite the chaos of the day, ‘Choly passed out immediately.

He shot awake in the middle of the night, the only lingering residue of the nightmare the memory of the sentiment that he’d become one of Deenwood’s enlisted. He panicked in the momentary disconnect of not recognizing where he’d fallen asleep, only to realize Sticks slept soundly feet away from him. His breathing evened out, but his mind went wild questioning the morality of supplying the Furriers with the same chems their ancestors had been subjected to through grueling human experimentation. He appeased himself only with the reassurance that he really didn’t have the full story just yet, and he wished the flamer mount didn’t separate him from curling up beside the man he thought he’d lost two hundred years ago.

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