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astranite · 2 months

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Notes- Christmas TAG secret santa fic.

Because of this post and @janetm74 and @edutainer2022 here are my additional notes for my 2023 thunderfam secret santa fic.

It contains brainstorming that became part of the og fic and notes as a continuation for the car ride. It was actually these that I came up with first and intended to write but got side tracked with explorations of getting ready, especially given the prompt i was given was “Every day is a school day” with Jeff and Lucy. Also deadlines!

Mind that this is pretty much as is from my notes in its entirety, complete with spelling errors, partial sentences and utter lack of cohesion as I jumped between ideas.

Link for the fic proper on ao3.

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“Every day is a school day” Jeff and Lucy. And everyone.

Car drive to spent christmas with Grandma and Grant at Gran Rocha. The preparing and road tripping shenanigans.

getting all five kids plus themselves and luggage into the car on time as chaotic as a school day. Jeffs line?

S15, J13, V12, G 6?7, A3

Wake-up call. Alarm going off Lucy tired and grumpy where Virgil gets it from. I’ll get the kids up and you can head straight to the coffee. Jeff fooling around like mock drill sergeant. Scott’s grumpy teenness and chucking a pillow at him with surprisingly good aim for supposedly asleep. Scott getting up. Bed hair mess that Jeff runs a gentle hand through pulling him into a hug. Virgil and John. John and Bagel the cat curled up together. Both hissing at him in unison. Virgil needed to be hugged and woken up more slowly.

Down in the kitchen. Jeff kissing Lucy and trying to steal her coffee. No you cannot steal my coffee Jefferson Tracy, you have your own. Lucy’s massive science pun mug. Hair in her face looking like little Virgil.

HURRICANE LUCY. Time skip to about to go?

packing- John wanting to fit telescope. Or “But I did leave my telescope behind” but bag full of books.

Last min shoving presents in. Neighbour to feed the cat.

Scott nabbed the car keys first on massive ** many different keychain so neither Lucy nor Jeff could lose them. Swinging them around his finger, “can I drive” Parental chorus of “No!” Doesn't have license yet but is learning to pilot. argument of Grandma lets me drive on the ranch. Thats the beat up old ute and theres nothing much out there to hit any way.

And they were done. Bags were in the car, kids were in the car, last final bathroom stops had been had. Lucy patted down her pockets. Keys! She didn’t have them, so Jeff must except that he didn’t. Surely the couldn’t have lost them with the neon pink rocket ship key chain attached to prevent this. Until they both spied Scott leaning against the drivers side door and swinging them around his finger.

“So, can I drive?” Scott asked as if he didn’t already know the answer to that question.

“No,” came the parental chorus.

Then the other kids repeating them, picking up on it slightly behind.

Scott grinning and tossed the keys in the air one last time then caught them. He passed them to Lucy’s waiting hand prompted by a stern eyebrow.

7 seater beat up car. Drive- Kansas to Texas. approx 9 hours to 8 1/2. Lucy english thinking its ages. at least america had good highways. and from her mothers tales at least kangaroo spotter was a redundant position.

Panic at dress clothes for Christmas day

someone packed no underpants. Gordon only packed underwear and swimmers. Trying to sort laundry at last minute. Jeff’s haphazard packing of his own clothes with getting everyone else in military order. Lucy remarking jokingly, “Mightve gotten to mars adn forgot your space suit.

Jeff the nerd, calling Grandma to tell on our way, “Houston we have take off”. Kids dramatic countdown. A “finally”. FOnd eye rolls.

John and Virgil at back seats. Johns already long limbs folded up.

Scott getting the dubious privelige of the middle row. but centre seat between Alan and Gords car seats and on big brother duty.

Lucy hoping but not expecting to get some rest on the trip. Up all night getting ready. has mystery novel to read. but trying to wrangle kids. Putting Jeff’s cowboy hat over her face to keep the sun off as she sleeps.

Stops for toilet breaks. Lunch fast food. “Do not let gordon have soda.” Johns burger order. Virgil picking pickles out to give to john. The chips stealing. Trying to eat and drive. sending older ones in to fish younger out of the play area. losing Scott to it too, send in John planning it like a mission.

Jeff adn Lucy discussion over what coffee is supposed to do. ADHD Jeff. starting with Scott asking for coffee, cheekily. No, we dont need you any more hyper. Jeff’s confident, “Coffee doesnt do that” Even same with Aa. spirited debate. JSSo that means I can have some? eff still saying no coffee for Scott.

Lucy driving at some point.

If Lucy had to hear one more rendition of baby shark she was the one who was going to get out and walk.

music and Lucy and Virgil comparing synesthesia.

John reading massive heavy text book, splayed out across knees. not getting car sick, serve well for astronaut. for fun, reminded he didnt need to study.

Scott bored and restless. tinies asleep. no phone signal. twisting around, being told off for seat belt, trying to see what Johns doing. seat swap and he and John are in the back doing maths and physics, heads bent together. virgil eyes closed but awake or leaning around car seats to look out the windows, bobbing head to music through headphones.

when John adn Scott get stuck, calling questions out to Lucy. Jeff snoring in front seat, head on lucy;s jumper, went from wide awake to clonked out even after the coffees.

Virgil using breath on fogged up windows to draw. Scott and John used it for math.

Gordon are we there yet. Alan copying him.

naming animals and animal sounds. then naming sea creatures. then sounds of sea creatures. some known, some gordon happily making them up.

car sickness. Scott getting car sick, in spite of crazy spins and flips but then hes in control. another reshuffle, Jeff wedged into the middle seat, Lucy laughing and looking in rear view mirror at tall, broad shouldered husband folded awkwardly into the back. John and Virgil back-back. Scott getting shotgun, window open and nauseous. Vomit bags in glove box because learnt from past fiascos and puke in hat story. Scott grumps would be fine if I was driving

some point tinies and Jeff all asleep. John and Virgil happy together. Lucy getting to check in and chat to scott.

on destination. everyone there, big family. Lee? Kayo adn Kyrano and Kayo mother. Jeff brothers? packed into the big ranch house. noise and merriment. hot dry texas air. smell of good food cooking. some slight odour of burnt.

explain lucy parents farm????

“The eagle has landed” finding rooms, unpack car. eldest three in together. youngest.

John overwhelmed after trip, not wanting to talk to anyone. near tears at thought of going into party. going to stable to spent time with horses.

Virgil running up to Grant and talking his ear off, to much delight of both parties. Grant, still broad shouldered and strong from farm work, charcoal black hair now salt and pepper grey.

Achievements getting caught up with. Jeff telling grandma about scotts, Scott proud but a bit uncharacteristically shy, leaning into a side hug.

the comments of how big the kids were all getting, and theyd better not be having more. Lucy laughing and very nope five is plenty enough.

somewhat tired cranky, sticky dusty kids. Gordon spilling something sticky on him in the last hour, waiting to get there to wash him off. Recovering excitement at bath.

grandma’s welcome cookies.

——- other fic. Graduation. car crash. Injuries—the bruises. Scott burst into tears with brothers because he wants mum

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #astrawrite #jeff tracy #lucy tracy

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jonquilyst · 1 month

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MILAN VINCA FOR @flocy-sims NESTLED WITH NAFISA

Milan, an aspiring horse rider/trainer, is looking for more than just horses to spend his life with. He's been actively searching for a chance to win a special person's heart via a BC. Sadly, he's been rejected from the two BC's he's applied for, but he's willing to try again after hearing about the beautiful Nafisa. Will Milan be able to capture her heart with his goofball charm? Or will his lifestyle involving horses prove to be too sloppy for the neat Nafisa?

Name: Milan Vinca (pronounced MEE-lawn; he has the Slavic name that means kind/loving and isn’t named after Milan, Italy)

Age: Young Adult

Pronouns: He/Him

Traits: Horse Lover, Goofball, Loner

Aspiration: Championship Rider

Career: Unemployed in-game but wants to become a professional horse rider someday

Likes: Blues and ranch music, the colors orange and brown, horse riding, silly behavior (comedy, jokes, pranks, potty humor), affection, funny people, nature enthusiasts, pet enthusiasts, rascals, homebodies, arid locations, and wide open spaces

Dislikes: Small talk, pessimists, and arguments/argumentative people

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Biography: Milan was born in San Myshuno to a single father who had a little oopsie when hooking up with a woman one night… However, he wasn’t the only oopsie. Milan has an older half-brother, named Amias (uh-MAI-us), who is only 6 months older than him because he too was an oopsie after a hook-up. His father moved him and his brother out to Oasis Springs when they were toddlers, and it was here that Milan discovered his love for the desert and horses. He has loved horses since he was a child and has always wanted to own his own country home in the desert with lots of land so he can ride into the sunset every day. Eventually Milan and his family moved into a smaller home in coastal San Sequoia, where he spent his teen years. During this time he missed the desert of Oasis Springs and was impatient to return, but as if it was destiny, his father met horse trainer Sienna Grove and the two began dating. They eventually became exclusive and after Amias moved out, his father and Milan moved to Sienna’s residence in Chestnut Ridge, where he currently resides. His father is now currently engaged and Milan is close to his future step-mother for their similar interests and the fact that he gets to live with her horse Flapjack.

Personality: Besides being a horse-lover, Milan is a goofball. He loves jokes of any kind, even mischief, and this stems from growing up in a lax boys-only family. In-game they all of the jokesters family dynamic with each other. However, Milan is the introverted one of the family (loner) and likes to primarily stick with people he knows, which makes it hard for him to branch out and meet new people. His preference for horses over people also tie into this, but with his family members busy building families of their own (his father marrying Sienna and his brother Amias just having his first child with his new wife), it may be time for Milan to meet someone new.

Fun facts:

He has a very diverse ancestry. He can trace his ancestry to Europe, Africa, India, Asia, and Latin America.

Since they’re only 6 months apart, he and Amias are close enough in age to have been apart of the same year in school, but their father kept them a grade apart so they could be separated and be allowed to make other friends besides each other

He’s a Sagittarius

His brother Amias is a famous actor, so Milan has a little notoriety for being his brother

Milan comes from my legacy family (that I don’t share on simblr bc I like having a family to play privately). He is a spare and is from generation 5 (Amias is the heir). As such, he is related to other sims I’ve submitted to people. He is the grandson of Marcella Vinca and the great nephew of Cylene Vinca (both seen here with Marcella on left and Cylene on right)

Once again, he is not named after the city in Italy. He has the Slavic name. He has this name because the Vinca’s have a naming convention in which the heir’s children’s names correspond to that heir’s generational theme. For example, his father (the gen 4 heir) was a serial romantic and dated a lot of people, so Milan’s name and his brother’s name each have meanings related to love.

PRIVATE DOWNLOAD IF CHOSEN

#nafisaBC #hopefully loner counts as a negative trait since he'd get tense around strangers #but if not then i can happily change it!!#hope you like him <3

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homomenhommes · 2 months

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STORY: My First Bukkake Party

by Brock Archer

OMG! I couldn’t believe I was surrounded by two dozen hot men beating their meat and spooging all over the hairy muscle stud on the workout bench. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

My name is Colt, and yes, you could call me a cowboy. I grew up on a small ranch on the outskirts of Nowhere, Nebraska. As you can imagine, there weren’t lots of opportunities for a gay teenager in a rural area to explore and learn about his sexuality. So, when I graduated from high school, I got the hell out of there and went straight…uh…directly… to San Francisco, the gay capital of the world. San Francisco State University, to be exact. I had earned excellent grades in high school, so I could have gone to any of the most prestigious schools on either coast, but I wanted to go where I could experience the full range of what it means to be gay. I was looking for a different kind of education, and man, did I get it.

Josh and I met at freshman orientation and become fast friends—“fast” having a couple of different meanings here. We are so much alike. We had both played sports in high school and were ripped: both 5’10”, 42” chest and 30” waist. Brown eyes and brown hair, though his is a little lighter than mine.

Like me, Josh had come from a small town (in a remote corner of Outhouse County, Oklahoma) and was also eager to explore his sexuality. We began by exploring each other, and we branched out from there. We are both versatile—for now at least. Josh tends to lean more to the bottom, and I’m more of a top, but we decided to experience both sides until we had learned everything we could.

Both of our cocks are just over 6”, a little bit more than the average but still within the “normal” range. Actually, I’m quite sure that my cock is just a tad bigger than Josh’s, and we argued often about this issue. Those arguments usually led to wrestling matches, which led to rough sex. The rule was that whoever won the wrestling match got to fuck the shit out of the other one. Of course, I always won the wrestling matches…except on those rare occasions when I would let Josh think he had won because I was in one of my rare moods to feel a hard dick up my ass.

Just after Josh and I got settled into our dorm, we immediately logged onto our favorite hook-up sites and a few more we had never heard of before, and from there, we arranged one-night hookups, got invitations to bate parties, and found out which gay bars were best for cruising and which ones had dark corners and back rooms.

We especially liked the leather bars, sports bars, and country-western bars, and we never failed to score at any of them—often two or three times a night—sometimes back in our dorm room or at the other guys’ places but just as often right there in the bars. I can thank those bars for giving me the opportunity to experience sex on a pool table for the first time—but definitely not the last.

At the country-western bars, we didn’t have to pretend to be cowboys. We were cowboys, and we had the well-worn boots, Wrangler jeans, leather belts with large silver buckles, plaid shirts, and Stetsons to prove it.

When we went to sports bars, I would wear a San Francisco Giants baseball cap, a skin tight tank top, and 49ers gym shorts or sweat pants. Most of the time, I went commando—not only because it was comfortable and more revealing, but also for the ease of access (wink, wink). Sometimes, though, I would borrow some of Josh’s designer underwear, the kind with a built-in cock ring to lift my junk and push my dick forward. Not that I really needed the help, but the extra advertising certainly didn’t hurt.

At the leather bars, of course I wore leather, but not the biker kind that you usually see in such places. My leather gear consisted of cowboy leather: brown chaps, gambler’s vest, and suede jacket.

To experience a long fetish itch, we once sneaked into the athlete’s gym at San Jose State University and fucked on a mattress of jock straps that we had swiped from the lockers. Most of the jocks smelled like they hadn’t been washed all semester. The stench was awful, but that was the whole point. We didn’t want the kind of proper, sanitized sex tolerated—if not always practiced—by Presbyterians back in Nebraska and Oklahoma. We wanted sex that was raunchy, stinking, vulgar, raw…and real.

To be fair, not all of the jocks were rancid. A few were actually fresh. Those were the ones we used to wipe up the cum we spewed everywhere. Josh and I both walked away with personal souvenirs.

From going to the bath houses in Oakland and San Jose, we learned that we are both voyeurs and exhibitionists. We like to watch, and we especially love being watched. We even got spit roasted in the middle of Folsom Street during the annual festival.

We checked out every exhibit at the festival and volunteered for every demonstration we could. We sampled bondage, flogging, gangbanging, E-stim, fisting, edging, rimming, water sports, and all kinds of toys and gear—from both the giving and receiving ends.

Not all of it really appealed to us, but we figured we’d never know until we tried it, and man, we tried everything. Or at least, I thought I had tried everything until Josh burst into our dorm room one day exclaiming, “Colt, you won’t believe what I found.”

Waving his smart phone at me as he plopped his ass down next to me, he practically yelled, “Look!”

It was a link from one of our favorite fuck apps, a link that led to party announcements. We had both been to sex parties that freshman year—separately and together—but this one was different. “What’s a bukkake party?” I asked.

“Scroll through the screens,” he pressed.

As I did, I found pictures of a bunch of guys circling around another guy and jizzing all over him. “Fucking hot!” I gushed.

“It’s this weekend,” blubbered Josh. “Apparently, these two guys in Sausalito host a party about once a month, and the next one is this Saturday.”

Josh went on to explain that participation was limited to 20 men, and we had to apply by sending our E-mail address. We had both set up extra accounts with aliases, so we used those to sign up. Fortunately, we got in before everyone else beat us to it.

Josh and I both were super hyped and super horny all week just daydreaming about the adventure ahead. We jerked off and screwed even more than usual those last few days.

As we drove up to the house at the address we were given, we could tell right away that the inhabitants had money. The place was a fucking mansion. A valet dressed (or undressed) like a Chippendale dancer met us under the porte cochere and directed us to the front door, where we were met by an ultra-sexy blond-haired, blue-eyed hunk in his early 30s. His entire wardrobe consisted of nothing but a cock ring, which bolstered his already considerable assets.

“Welcome, men. I’m Scott,” he said, extending a firm, masculine hand. “Come on in and get comfortable,” which really meant, “Get naked.”

Directly in front of us, several men were removing their clothes and putting them in brown paper bags, on which they wrote their names (real or fake) with a black marker. We followed their lead and drew flattering gawks and whistles from some of the guys. Josh and I were used to that because we were both handsome, muscular, and approachable (i.e., slutty).

From that room, French doors led to the patio, where we found more guys—ranging from our age to 70 or more. Neither Josh nor I had ever expressed a particular interest in older men, but we were quite surprised at how hot some of the older men looked. Most of the men were completely naked, and some had even started warming up before the main event, though the first hour was supposed to be just for socializing. I guess it all depends on your definition of “socializing.”

There were men of all types. Tall, short, and in between. White, black, Asian, and mixed. Blonds, brunettes, and gingers. Average-looking guys, muscle jocks, pretty boys, and gorgeous hunks who looked like underwear models. Most of the guys had dicks that looked to be average, though most were not yet sporting full erections. Once they did, we found that some even exceeded 9 inches.

Some of the men retained their underwear, though none left much to the imagination. Several were dressed in leather, though some of those wore chaps that exposed their junk or their asses.

Several coolers lined the edge of the pool. These contained various drinks ranging from bottled water to sodas to an array of beers. Josh and I each took a beer and began to mingle. As we did, most of the guys took the opportunity to lay hands on us, squeezing our biceps, ass cheeks, or dicks, placing their arms around our shoulders or hugging us so tightly that our cocks rubbed against each other. One guy, a beefy bear, walked up to me and, without a word, assaulted my mouth as if he were trying to tongue-fuck my tonsils. Some guys might have been put off by such aggressiveness, but I ate it up, and Josh loved watching me succumb.

I don’t know about Josh, but I had learned that I am not really either a dom or a sub, a master or a slave, but I can lean either way up to a point. I learned that you don’t have to go all the way in either direction, and you don’t always have to stay in one role. You can just do what feels right under the circumstances.

Nearly all of the men were complete strangers to us, but we did recognize two familiar faces at the other end of the patio. One was Josh’s chemistry professor, whom I dubbed Dr. Beast. He was ruggedly handsome, giving the appearance more of a construction worker than a university professor. I made a mental note to log onto the registrar’s Website as soon as we got back to our dorm and pre-register for his fall class. I had not really been looking forward to taking chemistry—not really my bag—but this was a man I was definitely eager to exchange test tubes with.

The other familiar face was a guy from my American history class my first semester. I almost didn’t recognize him without his nerdy reading glasses and frumpy sweaters. Many people are quite surprised to learn how cold the air coming off the ocean and the bay can make San Francisco feel. Mark Twain once said that the coldest winter he ever spent was a summer in San Francisco. Being from Nebraska, I was used to the cold, but this kid was from southern Arizona and bundled up every day for our early morning class.

I say “kid” because he looked younger than his age. Being no more than 5’6” no doubt contributed to that impression, but so did his really cute baby face. He had a nice bod, though—a swimmer’s build, lean but with strong legs, arms, and shoulders. And to top it all off, he had the most delectable ass I had ever seen. I could just imagine his sphincter muscles milking my dick and balls dry.

Dr. Beast and Chip (we later learned was his name) crossed the patio to greet us, and by the time they reached us, my dick was as stiff as a board, and Josh’s was gaining on me rapidly. We reached out to shake their hands, and they extended theirs in return, but they did not take our hands. They grabbed our boners and took a couple of lustful tugs. Dr. Beast even pumped his dick in tandem with mine with his big, husky hand. Damn, this was going to be a really fun party.

Suddenly, the rock music that had been blaring from patio speakers ceased, and Scott, the blond cock-ring-wearing guy, though he was one of the tallest men there, stepped up onto a weight bench to draw everyone’s attention. An extremely handsome dark-haired and furry middle-aged man offered his shoulder to brace Scott as he ascended. Though the second man was totally naked, I imagined him as one of the actors in a porn flick, the ones that feature middle-aged executives in Brooks Brothers suits pounding away at the coffee boy. Uhhh, cream and sugar, sir?

“For the benefit of the first-timers,” said Scott, “let’s go over the rules. Most of you know my partner Chuck,” the man whose shoulder he leaned on. “As tonight’s guest of honor,” he continued, “Chuck will take the throne,” which was actually the adjustable weight bench that Scott was standing on. The choice of “furniture” was not really surprising since Scott and Chuck both looked like they had spent lots of time in the gym.

“There’s really just one rule,” said Scott: “all the cum belongs to the guest of honor. All of it gets dumped on Chuck. You can fuck his mouth or even his ass, you can ride his cock” (which was already hard and sticking straight up), “you can even play with each other however you wish, but when you’re ready to come, you must shoot it onto Chuck. If you find yourself exploding uncontrollably into a condom or another guy’s mouth, you must transfer the baby batter onto Chuck’s face or into his mouth.” Though I had seen what Scott was talking about in the videos that Josh and I had watched, I was really turned on by the way that Scott explained it. Hell, I was turned on by everything Scott did. He and Chuck were both fucking hot.

“Since no one has signed up to be the clean-up man this month, I will assume that role,” Scott continued. I was not sure what that meant at first, but it soon became pretty obvious.

With the preliminaries out of the way, Scott hopped down from the bench, which he then adjusted to a 45-degree angle, a comfortable level for most of our cocks to reach Chuck’s mouth easily.

The beefy bear who had accosted me was the first to shove his big cock down Chuck’s throat. Chuck gagged, but his eyes revealed that he really wanted that cock. As Mr. Bear fucked Chuck’s mouth, the rest of us played with our dicks as we worked up a good load in anticipation of our turn. Some of the guys stroked their own dicks, and some pumped others’. Some made out, and some sucked each other up to a fever pitch.

In no time at all, Mr. Bear had filled his balls with man juice. He pulled out of Chuck’s mouth and held it open as he aimed his spew into the hunk’s mouth. Some of the shots hit their target, some landed on Chuck’s face, and some dripped off his chin onto his hairy chest. Scott immediately sprang into action as the clean-up man, licking up the cum that had missed Chuck’s mouth and feeding it to him. They snowballed and then kissed, passing the nectar between them. I thought it was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen in my life. I wasn’t sure who I envied more, the guest of honor or the clean-up man.

As each man neared his climax, he approached Chuck and drenched him in cum. At times, two or even three guys unloaded at once, and Scott dutifully performed his clean-up duties. A couple of guys swapped their loads with Scott before depositing them into Chuck’s eager mouth.

While Chuck was getting his face lathered, some of the guys played with his nipples or his dick. Some rode his stiff cock, and others fucked his ass with their fingers or dicks. Chuck was getting worshipped from every angle and in every way possible. God, I envied him.

I wasn’t ready to shoot yet, and I desperately wanted Chuck’s big cock, so when one guy rose off of it, I grabbed my chance. I positioned myself at the foot of the bench and bent over to swallow Chuck’s manhood. As I began to suck, I felt someone’s feet between mine, spreading them farther apart. Then, I felt two strong hands spreading my ass cheeks. I thought for sure I was about to get shafted, and I was eager for the opportunity, but instead of a cock against my ass, I felt a wet tongue. Some guy was eating me out, and he was doing a hell of a job at it. I thought I was going to come just from the fantastic rim job.

It was useless to look back to see who this tongue master was since his face was buried in my ass, but then he stopped, rose up, and positioned his dick against my opening. Before he entered, though, he spit on his cock several times to lube it. The feral nature of his approach turned me on big time. With his cock and my hole both wet from his saliva, he entered me, slowly at first, and then with one hard thrust after another. He worked up a rhythm and picked up speed, and in no time he was pounding my ass and nailing my prostate like a jack hammer. It was rough. And glorious.

Sensing that Chuck was getting close and not wanting him to shoot just yet, I withdrew my mouth from his dick, which caused him to gurgle through a mouth full of cum, “No! No! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” But I had a different plan and apparently so did the man with his cock in my ass. When he withdrew as well, I looked back to discover that he was none other than Dr. Beast.

The construction worker masquerading as a chemistry professor threw his strong arms around my chest, lifted me up into the air, and set me back down on Chuck’s raging cock, which I proceeded to ride like a wild stallion needing to be broken. Despite having two cocks in his mouth and cum spraying all over him, Chuck maintained enough concentration to buck back, pounding my ass balls deep. I thought he was going to tear me apart, and I couldn’t think of a better way to go.

With each smack, my own dick flopped against the treasure trail adorning his lower belly. That action alone was enough to bring me to the verge of a climax. Without even touching my cock, I shot volley after volley, the first one flying right over Chuck’s head and landing on the cock of a man standing over him. The next two hit him in the face, and the rest trailed down his hirsute chest and abs.

Nearly exhausted, I started to dismount my stud, but Dr. Beast quickly intervened, pushing me back down onto Chuck’s still-hard cock. Then, he really shocked me by shoving me face to face with Chuck. I felt the cum I had just unloaded squishing between my body and Chuck’s, between my cheek and his. As the Beast held my head down next to Chuck’s, he slid his cock alongside Chuck’s in my tight asshole. Yes, with Chuck’s dick and Dr. Beast’s cock both inside of me now, I was getting double-fucked for the first time in my life. Meanwhile, guys continued to jizz all over not only Chuck’s face, but now also over mine.

My sphincter muscles and Dr. Beast’s cock both felt the pulsations in Chuck’s dick and knew that he was about to burst, so the Beast quickly pulled out of my ass and lifted me off of Chuck’s missile just as Chuck began to explode. Once Chuck’s juices had completely soaked his body and face, the professor again pressed my body over Chuck’s and my face against his. Chuck and I swam in the warm sauces we shared.

Dr. Beast’s resolve evaporated also as he shot his wad over my lower back. Momentarily, I felt a tongue lapping up those juices, followed by a hand grabbing the hair on the back of my head and pulling me upright again. I assumed, naturally, that it was the Beast, but it turned out to be Josh, who had been standing nearby, delighting in my public and thrilling humiliation. I expected him to snowball the Beast’s love nectar into my mouth, but instead he spit it onto my face.

Before I could even conceptualize what had just happened, Josh grabbed one of my arms, practically dragged me to the other end of the bench, and laid my head next to Chuck’s. He pulled on my jaw, forcing my mouth open. At the same time, Dr. Beast positioned Scott in the same fashion. With three receptacles now, Dr. Beast and Josh jerked off, shooting their streams across our three orifices. Before Scott and I could reposition, more guys lined up for target practice, showering us with sperm from all directions.

As the three of us tried frantically to keep up with the pace of the jizz blasting our mouths and faces, a very tall black man straddled Chuck’s chest, fucking the cleavage between Chuck’s well-developed pecs and then impaling his mouth with his monster cock. Though Chuck tried desperately to take the entire 9 inches, he just could not manage, so the black man laid one hand behind my head and one behind Scott’s and pulled us together to lick and suck the base of his massive cock while Chuck sucked on the rest of it. Scott wrapped his lips around one side of the man’s tool, and I worked on the other. When the man ultimately pulled out and splashed his juices all over Chuck’s face, the three of us—Chuck, Scott, and I—launched into a three-way cum kiss.

For most of the guys, that was just the end of round one. Everyone came at least twice (even the older men), and some even came three or four times.

Pleasantly drained, men began to trip all over themselves trying to put their pants back on and stumble out of the house sometime after midnight. Josh and I exchanged phone numbers with most of them. “Hope to see you again next month,” said several of them as we kissed goodnight. “Definitely,” we assured them.

As Josh and I gathered up our clothes, Scott caught us by surprise. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

“Well, we thought the party was—”

“Fuck it,” Chuck exclaimed from the doorway. “Spend the night,” he added. “My belly is full, but so are my balls. Scott and I have gotten off only once tonight. We’ve had loads of cum, but now we could use some ass. We’re up for it if you are.”

Josh and I both gushed as we tried to contain our enthusiasm.

As our hosts led us to their bedroom, we passed several guys sprawled out on couches and some even on the floors. “They’re either too exhausted or too drunk to drive home,” explained Scott. “We’d rather they crash here than try to make it home.”

“Besides,” smirked Chuck, “who knows which ones might be ready for another round tomorrow morning?”

We ended up spending the entire weekend with Scott and Chuck, in and out of bed, and as it turned out, bukkake was not our only first-time experience. Josh and I had sandwiched before, but never in a four-man chain and never rotating through all the positions.

I had just experienced double penetration for the first time, but Josh had not, so Scott, Chuck, and I set out to rectify that deficiency. As Josh sat on my shaft, Scott and Chuck took turns tag-teaming his ass. I had loved having two big dicks in my ass at the same time, but now I got to experience the exhilaration of Scott and Chuck’s dicks rubbing against mine as we took turns double-fucking Josh.

“Fuck! We’ll never be able to top this weekend,” I lamented as Scott and Chuck walked us back to our car Monday morning.

“Sure you will,” Scott assured us. “Next month, you’re going to be the guest of honor.”

“Me?” I squeaked.

“You and Josh both,” replied Chuck. “You can share the honor.”

“We’d love to,” Josh gushed.

“But only if you’ll play clean-up, Chuck,” I added.

“It’s a deal,” the hunk replied. “And maybe we can get that cute little friend of yours (Chip) to assist me.”

Josh and I remained on a testosterone high for the next four weeks. Could there possibly be any sexual act that we had not yet experienced? “Colt, you’ll never believe what I’ve found now,” shouted Josh, bursting into our dorm room just a few days before the next bukkake party.

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mayalaen · 3 months

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what i'm working on

Somebody asked me to post titles and summaries of what I'm working on. I don't think they expected THIS much but I always have tons of stuff in my working folder.

In His Image - (ST) the Steddie genderswap fic I'm currently posting.

CONventional Psychopathy Part 4 - (SPN) Dean takes Cas to Gadreel's loft to recover. Also working on Part 5, 6, and 7.

How I Spent My Summer Probation - (ST) Eddie fic with disciplinarian Uncle Wayne and Papa Hopper

OCF - (ST) omegas in a correctional facility for a certain Fishie

Eyeless (named after the Slipknot song) (Fargo/ST) Gator from Fargo in prison with Billy and Eddie fic

Bullseye Studios - (ST) a pr0n studio just outside Hawkins

The Billionaires' Club - (SPN AU) Billionaires are outlawed and once they hit $1b in assets, they're assigned a caretaker who disciplines them and keeps them from being evil.

?Vampires? - (SPN/AtS/BtVS) Dean gets turned by Spike and has his entire life changed in the blink of an eye.

?Interrogation Room? - (ST) shortfic? where Hopper decides Eddie, Billy, and Steve have gotten into too much trouble and need a firm hand so he spanks them in the interrogation room but oops Billy likes it!

?Eddie Has Siblings? - (ST) Eddie has an abusive older brother and sister. Wayne got him away from them, but they've come to Hawkins to visit baby brother.

Caging the Mongoose Timestamp - (SPN) Dean fucks up. Bad. And on purpose for attention. So he gets spanked right in an interrogation room in The Post Office by Dembe and Cooper.

A Faceless Demon - (SPN) KinkDotCom fusion with Van helping Dean let go of some shit.

You Live Here Now - (Fargo/ST) Munch doesn't blind Gator. He drops him off at a ranch in Hawkins, Indiana instead where Hopper, Billy, and a few others help rehabilitate him against his will.

?Eddie & The Basketball Team? - (ST) Eddie gets into a bad situation at a party. Billy's there to pick up the pieces.

??? - (ST/HDM) Future fic with daemons where Billy is a firefighter living with an abusive partner but his daemon thinks that paramedic guy is a much better partner, and she also thinks his daemon is hot.

Billy Has to Ask - (ST) Max is sick of Billy's shit. El scares the shit out of him and from then on he mostly does what Max says. If he fucks up, she makes him go to an adult and ask for a spanking.

??? - (X-Files/SPN) Sam and Dean are undercover but so are Skinner and Mulder. Skinner doesn't like Dean's attitude or Sam's arguments, so he puts them under FBI care. Namely himself.

?Threesome Soulmate AU? - I don't even know what fandom I want this in but it's an idea that's been stuck in my head for years and wants to come out. An aro, an ace, and a demi are all very reluctant soulmates.

Long Distance Call - (SPN) Dean's an omega without an alpha until their newest roommate, Pamela Barnes, moves in.

I'm probably missing a few, but there ya go!

#writing is hard #about me #long post #wips

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tootoomanycats · 11 months

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Levi w/a much taller stubborn partner

I need there to be a fic about a tall (like 6 foot) fem that is not in ANY military branch, that is the love/smut interest of Levi. She's not outrageous or against working as a team, but they but heads from how stubborn she is. I want her to not put up with ANY of his nonsense and call him out constantly to where they argue in front of his team a few times.

Imagine them constantly being at eachothers throats when they argue. Imagine Levi getting so frustrated during the argument that he tries to give her an order, only for her to throw it back in his face laughing. The whole reason she is around at all is to be the temporary fill in as a horse caretaker. Being recommended for the job by Oulo, they grew up on neighboring ranches and he remembered that her family bred specialty barrel racing horses.

One day a Titan pops up out of nowhere while they're helping evacuate a small town.A kids lost out in a field, crying and frozen in place, with no trees around and the Titan is getting closer.

The team is stuck helping others and no one is free or in a place to go get the kid. When out of the corner she jumps on her personal horse-no saddle or bit and bolts out to the kid. Just as the Titan reaches down to grab the kid, dust is kicked up a large cloud. The horse does an outrageous maneuver under the Titans arm.

No one can see what's happening from the dust cloud.

Until they see her, the horse and the kid speeding to where everyone was. She keeps looking over her shoulder and then back to where the tree lines start, and to where Levi is already waiting.

After Levi takes down the TItan and everyone is settled in for the night, he grabs her and pulls her outside to lay into her.

“The hell is wrong with you?”

“No one was available, I saw it and so did you. You should be grateful that someone with the experience for that EXACT situation was there.”

She emphasizes with a poke to his chest, leaning down an inch to make eye contact with him.

“You've got to be the most irritating person i’ve ever had to keep alive”

Gray eyes glare into deep cinnamon colors.

“Am I irritating because I’m right, or because you're wrong?”

Before he spits back a comment he realizes that she's been staring at his lips. Oh?

He reaches out and grips the front of her shirt to pull her down more, her breath was shaky. Her facial expression goes from angry to stern…..but also nervous.

Oh.

His hand reached up to grip the back of her hair and she whimpered. Her eyes were closed and he took the moment to memorize the facial expression in front of him. The light blush that was already on the tips of her ears, the relaxed jaw with her mouth slightly open and the furrowed brow. He gave a light jerk to the occupied hand and let out a soft grunt when her hands reached out to his shoulders to steady herself.

Thinking straight was no longer on the table.

He grips harder and her mouth opens in an “O”, as a gasp of breath leaves her chest. The response was all he needed, glancing around until a dark and secluded spot was found, he led her next to him, hand still in her hair.

Her body was being guided in a position that was awkward and made her feel weak. Leading her behind a wall of bushes, he shoved her, making her land on the ground below him. Turning over onto her back she looks up to see Levi already unbuckling his belt.

From there it's a rush, clothes can't come off fully-cant get caught. She groans in frustration at the clumsiness of her hands pushing her pants to her knees, but freezes at being dragged by the ankles closer to him. His fly is unzipped, but his small clothes hide what she hoped to see.

He leans over her so fast she has to put a hand to his chest, unsure if he was actually going to stop where he did, hovering over her. They lock eyes and she can feel herself trembling, under the weight of him or the intensity of the gaze he was bearing down on her she couldn't tell.

A moan leaves her mouth at feeling his hand on her mound and his thumb rolling over where her clit was. The shock on her face broke Levis focus enough to almost beg out,

“I…is this…..do you-fuck!”

His forehead crashes to hers as she wraps a hand around the warmth of his cock and gives a slow languid stroke.

“Don't you dare stop”

#levi smut #levi x reader #erwin smith x you #erwin smith x y/n #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith x oc #erwin smith smut

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agena87 · 9 months

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Roxanne Kennedy for @naeices's A Toast In Tartosa BC

Age: 24 Aspiration: Musical genius Traits: gloomy, music lover, creative Fame level: Rising star (lvl 2) - good reputation Gender/sexuality: cis-female (she/her), straight (bi-curious though)

Likes: black, alternative music, blues, metal, emotional decison-makers, pet enthusiasts, discussing interests, arguments, rocker fashion, guitar, painting, piano, singing, body hair, jewellery, piercings, tattoos, green eyes, black hair, brown hair, beards Dislikes: orange, ranch music, winter holiday music, egotistical sims, ambitionless sims, gossip, country fashion, baking, cooking, fishing, mischief, grey hair, no facial hair, bald sims Skills: charisma (lvl 6), guitar (lvl 9), painting (lvl 4), piano (lvl 7), singing (lvl 9), media production (lvl 2), entrepreneur (lvl 2), writing (lvl 6)

Bio: It's fair to say that life hasn't always been good to Roxanne. Born to a single teen mother, Roxanne was left to her own device from early childhood. She discovered music around the age of six when her grandfather gifted her a guitar for Winterfest. At age seventeen, she left home and went to Del Sol Valley with the dream of becoming a professional singer/songwriter. After only a few months, she managed to get a contract with Thorne Bailey's label, Dinky Beats, after she released only one song. Now living her dream, she thought that it was time to think of her romantic life, so when she saw the ad looking for contestant for Ravi Nitin's Bachelor Challenge, she saw her chance.

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Private DL if chosen

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All outfits under the cut

#ts4 #the sims 4 #challenge submission #oc: roxanne kennedy #NaeBC

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malex-crack · 1 month

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Malex ranch fic chapter 6 teaser.

Alex cautiously eyed Forrest cleaning up their breakfast plates. Since he's gotten back Forrest had been on edge, more irritable. It made Alex walk on eggshells, and made him think that maybe Forrest did know about his brief affair somehow and was punishing him.

“What?” Forrest asked, his back still towards him as he washed the dishes.

Alex's breath hitched before he answered, “ w-what do you mean?”

“Alex I can feel you staring at me?” Forrest snapped, putting the plate into the drying rack a little too aggressively. He turned around with a look that reminded him too much like his father. “ You've been staring at me all morning so what is the problem?”

“I-I haven't been meaning to stare.” Alex said, his voice shaking from his anxiety. He looked down finally, fidgeting his hands. “ I've just been trying to figure out how to bring up something.”

“Okay?” Forrest's voice spoke volumes on how impatient he was at the moment.

Alex swallowed before saying, “ Isobel.. Evans is coming over. A-a friend of Kyle and Liz. . Um she is an interior designer and I asked her to help with some renovations.”

Forrest sighed aggravated, “ Alex.. ya know what I'm not in the mood to argue. Do what you want.”

Alex's brows furrowed confused. He wasn't trying to argue about anything and can't figure out how him telling Forrest this would start an argument.

“Forrest, I thought we'd talk to her together.”

“Why would we do that?”

“Because this is our house.. we live here together,” Alex said, still trying to understand where his aggravation was coming from.

“It's your house,” Forrest said, moving out of the kitchen and to the kitchen. Alex felt a sharp pain through his heart as the words stung. But he wasn't able to process it properly because he heard the keys jingle, making him get up and join his boyfriend in the living room.

“ Where are you going?” Alex asked, watching Forrest open the front door.

Forrest stopped, letting his head title back as he huffed. He then looked at Alex, “ Going to my parents. Don't really want to be here with a squealing diva like Isobel Evans.”

Alex gawked at him, “ Forrest you don't need to be rude about he-” the door shut before he could finish Forrest leaving with it. He swallowed hard, shoving down the hurt he felt, trying not to cry.

(This chapter I recommend listening to Ivy and Tolerate It by Taylor Swift to prepare for it)

#roswell new mexico #feliciafics #malex fic #malex

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mobwhim · 10 months

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for @hauntedtrait 's bachelor challenge

Rory Liang (he/him)

Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast

Rory was born and raised in Chestnut Ridge, later moving out and living in San Myshuno for a couple of years but it didn’t take long for him to return. He currently works as a ranch hand for other people as well as his parents. He’s 27, 6 '0 feet tall, bisexual and speaks cantonese. His traits being clumsy, overachiever, and a slob. Rory grew up an only child, meaning he was smothered with love and attention, leading him to become super family-oriented. He’s a bit of a mama’s boy. He’s sometimes excessive with skinship and goes overboard with the compliments but words of affirmation is his love language. Prior to moving to SanMy, he wasn’t bothered to keep up with his appearance but nowadays, he always looks his best. The same can’t be said for his surroundings though..

Likes: pop music (loves him some katy perry and rina sawayama), the occasional fishing, skinship, tinkering with things around the house, playing the guitar, his mom’s homemade meals, spending time with family and friends, green tea, subtle matching outfits, chinese new year

Dislikes: cooking (he tries but it never turns out how he wants it; usually burnt or tasteless), gossip, arguments (he’s a people pleaser and tends to apologize first), alcohol, doing laundry, hot weather (hates the feeling of clothes sticking to his body), dairy milk

private dl for now

#chestnutbc #ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 simblr #simblr #my sims #mobwhim #rory liang

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skoulsons · 1 year

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Joel’s watch has been a focal shot or an understood in every episode, and every time, it has been directly with Ellie or associated with her in some fashion, and I think it shows their evolution in a way

Episode 1 ^. Obviously, their scene in Joel and Tess’ apartment. His watch broke the minute Sarah died, so for Ellie to say “your watch is broken” is most likely what brings up his nightmares easier that night and him mumbling in his sleep. Bringing up those failures yet again, as his biggest failure is physically on him at all times. As much as it probably surprised him, I’m sure it annoyed him more than anything because why did she have to point it out? But idk interpret how you please cause I’m not the expert here

Episode 2 ^. Saving her from the clicker in the museum, pushing it back with this forearm and his watch being directly in the light of her flashlight. It’s really impossible to be missed. The protective instinct kicks in, trying to push the clicker away from her and closer to him, letting it get very close to his face to keep it away from her

Episode 3 ^. Seatbelt <3 They’re closer at this point, Joel literally willing to reach across her to grab her seatbelt, pull it out in front of her to show her, and repeat the word to her. He didn’t have to. He could’ve just grabbed his own and yanked it out in front of him so she could follow suit, but no. The man who aggressively yanked his hand away from her like 3 days prior was now obnoxiously close to her, like personal space is nonexistent at this moment, and showing her how to be safe.

Episode 4 ^. Them giggling together. This hand was up by his mouth every time he went to sleep. Maybe a subconscious thing he did to keep Sarah close to him. Maybe that’s reaching, idk. But Ellie being the reason he’s giggling and then having his watch right there as he giggles and tries to conceal his laughing makes me feel fuzzy and I wish I could better articulate why

Episode 5 ^. While not directly on screen, it is insinuated. Him watching Ellie be a little kid with Sam and play soccer, of all things (as we know Sarah was a soccer player). Joel has probably sat at a distance before and watched Sarah goof off with a soccer ball with her friends. Even if he hasn’t, he’s being reminded of her so heavily in this moment. This kid he’s really starting to care for is there, laughing and being a kid with another kid, and playing makeshift soccer. For a moment, he’s brought aback

Episode 6 ^. This was a hard one bc their outfits the whole time are winter, so his watch isn’t in any scenes. It’s in his scenes with Tommy when his big coat is off, but otherwise it’s hidden. But after the ranch argument and he thinks back to Sarah, this is what’s focused on. He’s remembering Sarah, of course, but I think a hint of Ellie is there. A wanting to take her back. A what could be. How much he misses his daughter and has a prime opportunity right in front of him to get her back. Someone on here pointed out, and forgive me I cannot remember who it was but all credit to them for pointing this out and I am 100% going to butcher what they originally said, but when Joel thinks back to Sarah’s face at their table, she looks…disappointed almost. Maybe that’s the internal conflict Joel is having with himself in this moment. What he said to Ellie isn’t true and he knows it. But because of his failure and knowing he’ll get her killed, he has to push her away. But when he thinks back to Sarah, she’s disappointed. Your second chance is right there. Go and take her back. Despite what you think, this is your chance to not fail. To not fail me again.

Episode 7 ^. Again, not directly shown, but insinuated. This is, after all, the hand his watch is on. And I think her holding this specific hand and all this connection between them being made through his watch hand is special. Don’t ask me how it’s special as I’ve done my analyzing for the week, but it’s something. It’s special. It’s the depth of their connection and the love they both have for each other. That both of them now know how much the other does

And of course episode 8 ^. And I feel I know what the shot will be in episode 9 and it’s gonna be painful if I’m right. But again, focal shot. Showing where they are, how far they’ve come. He is holding her now. To bring repulsed by her and annoyed and reluctant and tired with everything about her, he’s holding her against his neck to comfort her. Eyes are closed, taking her in and feeling the relief that she’s alive after running through this town looking for her. How his little girl is okay

#hope this all made sense l #I have no sense of articulation today I apologize #also not feeling too great but wanted to post so #this is what you get #:)#cant wait for Sunday and to cry my eyes out :))#the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams #tlou spoilers

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cagedchoices · 7 months

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VERSE INFO - MODERN AU V1

The majority of this au was originally developed alongside @aworldofyou and @paddyfuck and designed to be compliant with their existing lore. ❤️ If I have missed anything or gotten something wrong? You two feel free to let me know. I tried looking back through old posts and such to make sure but tumblr search isn't always so good when it comes to that.

The full background is as follows:

Caleb Nichols will never really know if his father was the biggest asshole in the world or if he was just some unlucky guy prevented entirely by circumstance from returning to his family. Jeannette "Jeannie" Nichols loves her son and does her best to give him a good childhood, all while struggling under the weight of a mental illness she doesn't understand or even knows she has yet.

Dolores Abernathy, at 4 years old, is taken from her home after her father is arrested and put on trial for murder. She is sent to live with a man named Arnold, and remains in his care until her father is finally acquitted of the charges against him. She stays in contact with Arnold after returning home to her parents' care 2 years later, seeing him as a mentor and second father figure, looking to him for advice on matters that her family wasn't as much help with. When Dolores is 13, Arnold dies by suicide, unable to cope with the tragedy in his life any longer. This shakes her, and makes her feel more distant from her family.

At 8 years old, Caleb's mother takes him to a diner for lunch one afternoon. They sit and enjoy their meal, and then his mom tells him she needs to use the restroom and to wait right there for her. Caleb waits, but his mom never comes back to the booth. After a period of anxious waiting that spirals out into a downright traumatic experience involving a strawberry milkshake, Caleb is taken in by social services, who have no luck in locating his mom for months, and is placed in a foster home which he is told should only be temporary. His mom is found 6 months later not too far from the diner where she first went missing.

She's alive and physically in good health, but mentally she appears highly disoriented and presents with symptoms strongly linked to dementia. She has no memory of leaving the diner. She is evaluated and diagnosed, and recommended to receive inpatient psychiatric care. She remembers she has a son named Caleb, but when Caleb is brought to see her, she doesn't recognize him as the same boy. Caleb is disheartened by this, but the care staff, his mom's doctors, and his foster parents all encourage him to keep visiting her because they're sure she appreciates the company even if she doesn't understand who he's supposed to be.

12 year old Caleb runs away from his foster parents following an argument after another return home from visiting his mother. Caleb's mom didn't recognize him, this time due to the fact that he'd grown so much since the last time she remembered him. His foster parents try their best to calm and comfort him through the devastation, but Caleb sees it only as fake sentiment and pity. He tells them they don't have to keep pretending to give a shit about him or his real mom, because he "knows" the truth is nobody cares.

When he's out on his own, Caleb meets 13 year old Dolores, who he quickly becomes friends with despite Doll's distant personality in the aftermath of Arnold's death. Dolores warmly extends an invitation telling him he's welcome to stay at her house if he needs a place to stay for the night, her parents love having guests. Caleb is hesitant, but accepts the offer and accompanies Dolores as she leads him to the Abernathy ranch house and introduces him to the family - her father Peter, her mother Edith, and her identical twin sister Penelope.

Caleb finds he appreciates the candid nature of the Abernathy family much more than his foster family, and begins to spend a lot of his free time at their house in response. He is even loaned one of the spare bedrooms as his own space whenever he might need it. Before long Edith and Peter are talking about formally adopting him. They finalize the paperwork after some months of grueling meetings with social services and his foster parents, and Caleb is officially adopted.

Dolores is 15 when her father dies suddenly, Caleb is a year younger at 14. Edith begins dating again mere weeks after Peter's death, which the kids have a hard time processing. She remarries and this sends both Dolores and Caleb spiraling in different ways.

Caleb turns to alcohol to drown his sorrows. He avoids family gatherings, he goes to parties with friends and strangers alike and spends much of his time getting drunk and desperately trying to have a good time all while it feels like he's watching everything rot from the inside out.

Dolores attempts suicide, but is stopped by William Grace. She becomes close with William and breaks up with Teddy, her previous boyfriend, but breaks up with William too not long after their relationship starts. Dolores is torn between her feelings for each of them and feels she can't love two people at once.

At 19 years old, Dolores goes to art college hoping to pursue her dream of being a painter. The art students take a class trip to a school for homeless, orphaned and displaced children, and during their visit there, Dolores bonds with a little girl who is 4 years old. The girl's name is Anne and Dolores becomes so attached that she can't bear to see Anne be lost and shuffled around in the adoption/foster care system. She formally adopts Anne and drops out of college to be a mother to the young girl.

At 19 years old, Caleb joins the army. His enlistment date is just a few days before Christmas. He is deployed to Afghanistan, where he is part of a combat special forces unit he serves with for 6 years, until his squad is bombed. Only Caleb and his best friend Francis survive, sustaining moderate injuries. Caleb suffers a skull fracture that frequently causes him migraines. He has surgery to repair the worst of the fracture, and then is left to heal.

At 25, Caleb returns home, where he struggles extensively with PTSD and survivor's guilt. He is severely depressed and experiences suicidal thoughts, and seeks help from a therapist as a result. But his first referral isn't great. This therapist spends her sessions gaslighting Caleb and downplaying the impact his trauma has on how he perceives the world.

He temporarily moves back to the Abernathy ranch, seeking support from the nest and finding it as he spends time reconnecting with Dolores and young Anne.

Depending on what part of the multiverse I'm working with:

1. Caleb meets Uwade, a nurse working at the local hospital. She thinks he's sweet and cute and starts crushing on him, and Caleb crushes on her in return, ultimately falling for her caretaking nature. One thing leads to another and they start dating, with Uwade finding out soon afterward that she is pregnant and Caleb is the father. They talk things over and Caleb marries her. Their daughter Frankie is born.

2. At a traveling circus, Caleb meets Lulu Warren @timerevolt a world-class knife thrower. Lulu picks him from the audience to be her assistant one night and finds their personalities vibe well. She invites Caleb to hang out after the show and the two get to know each other better over drinks and snacks. Their relationship grows over the next month as a whirlwind romance.

Lulu quits her job with the circus and decides to stay and live with Caleb. They continue dating for a year and on the anniversary of the day they met, Caleb proposes to Lulu. They are engaged for one week before they rush off for a weekend Las Vegas elopement together, having a very small, intimate wedding ceremony at a little white chapel.

Shortly after returning home, Lulu and Caleb discuss starting a family and the possibility of having children and begin trying for a baby as a result. Their first two attempts are unsuccessful, Lulu does not get pregnant after two cycles and she is quite distraught by this but Caleb is there to comfort her through it. After their third attempt, she becomes pregnant and during an ultrasound, the couple is happy to discover that she's carrying twins.

The twins are born - a boy and a girl, two healthy babies. Caleb and Lulu name them Hunter and Wren.

3. Open.

#as soon as you stop running everyone else starts to catch up — modern v1.#verse info.#tw death #tw suicide #tw mental illness #tw parental neglect #tw alcohol #tw pregnancy #ask to tag #just...yknow the usual w/estworld gambit

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fangirlinsweden · 2 years

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Just One Kiss: Part 16

Part 16: Nervous

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Secrets, tension, arguments, longing, lust

Count: about 6 500 words

Summary: You have been suspended from work and do not know what to do with yourself. Then in just a matter of hours, you find yourself on a plane to Montana to stay with people you have never met before. And as if that is not enough one of the men you are supposed to get to know is handsome enough to make your knees shake.

A/N: I do not know anything about the professions that are detailed in this story. I have googled most things I did not know and therefore there can be some inconsistency.

English is not my first language, so there will be mistakes.

And a big thank you to the amazing @dreamcatchernightsky not only for giving great support and helping me stay motivated but also for the amazing dividers for this story. You are AMAZING!

I also want to give a big thanks to @banditthewriter & @kaunis-sielu & @maw000 for their support! Thank you!

And a big thank you to my incredible Cat for being my beta reader! As well as @dreamcatchernightsky

When Steve had seen Y/N laughing and mingling with his friends - no, more like his family - that night, something had shifted in him. She belonged here. Not only in his arms, no, she belonged here with him. During the time she had been here, he had seen her fit in every aspect of his life. Every aspect. With Peter. With his horses. With his friends. And with him. A part of him thought that coming from New York she would never manage to get through a single day on the ranch, but she had. Not only had she managed, but she had aced it. A part of him was worried about the cattle drive, but he was sure she would manage that as well, without any problem. He also had to admit that after hearing her sing again, he had wanted to sit next to her and listen to her sing all night long. When he was admitting things, he also had to admit that he was jealous when Billy and Y/N had sung that duet. There had been so many feelings on her face, but then she had looked at him and all he saw was what he hoped was love for him. He was still mad at what she had found, but madder at himself than her. How could he think leaving all that in the open would go? Peter was supposed to come and get the papers for the cattle drive, but sending Y/N was not strange at all seeing as she was there to help out. If he was honest he also hoped that she had offered to get the papers to see him. Had he left the papers open and the computer on the spreadsheet to get caught? It was a question that had been spinning in his head the whole day. When he left the cookout to go to the stable and look in on the horses he had seen Peter and Y/N walking towards the house together. Laughing and having fun. He had wanted to join them, but he still had pregnant mares who could foal at any time and he would not be able to sleep without checking in on them. Then when he was finished he found Y/N on the porch and the angry he had felt towards her and the situation just disappeared. Hearing her say those things about him. How she saw him. It was like a dream. Someone he had feelings for saw him as this wonderful man, someone he wanted to be. Someone he had aspired to be. A man like the man his father had been. And she saw him like that. All these emotions came up inside him and all he could was the question he asked: “What am I supposed to do about you?” But the answer was more surprising. She wanted him to kiss her again. So he did that. He could not deny her. He wanted to get his lips on hers again and again again. When he had kissed her the first time it had been something he thought he could get out of his system. Just one kiss and then he was going to be able to forget about kissing her. But now all he could think about was being with her.

A part of you thought he would not kiss you, but he did. There was a heat and need in the kiss that made your knees weak, but strong at the same time. Being like this in Steves's arms, being kissed, felt like being home and on fire at the same time. He had pulled you as close as he could and he smelled of horses and hay, which told you that he had been at in the stable after the cookout. The taste of him was addictive and you did not think you would ever get tired of having his lips against yours. Something started vibrating between you and Steve relised you. “I am sorry,” he said and pulled up his phone from the pocket. He checked something and swore under his breath and it sounded as he also said something about a cockblock. “I am sorry,” Steve pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “I have to go, Blondie seems to decide that this was the moment to start foaling.”

“Don’t worry about it. Want any help?” you wonder. “No, not at this time,” Steve gives you a smile. “Go get some sleep instead.” He gives you another quick kiss and as he turn around to walk away, you could not keep it in. “As if I could sleep after that kiss,” you thought you muttered it, but Steve turned around looked at you. It made you blush. “Believe me you are not the only one affected,” Steve glances down and you see something that looks like an impressive bulge in his jeans. You gulp and Steve turns around and jogs to the stable. It was hard not following after him, but you were tired and did not want to be in the way in the stable. You saw someone walking from the workers barracks as well and took that as Steve would have company in the stable. Taking up your cup of tea and noting it was cold you walk into the kitchen and pour it in the drain. No more tea for you, what you needed was a cold shower to cool yourself down.

Steve was muttering all the way into the stable. He feelt bad about leaving Y/N like that on the porch, but he thought he was being honest with how she affected him at least. In the stable Steve walks directly to Blondies box and he saw how nervous she was laying down to immediately stand up again, which was not that easy beeing as pregnant as she was. Steve heard steps walking toward him and wondered if it was Y/N, but it was Bucky coming down the aisle. “Is it time?” Bucky wondered. “Within the next few hours,” Steve looked back at Blondie. “Need me to call Clint?” Bucky looked as Blondie once again layed down. “Not yet,” Steve said and lead against to box. “We just need to wait and see what happens.” “Are you worried?” Bucky looked at his best friend. “Not as much as she is,” Steve made a nod against Blondie. “It’s her first foal and it’s scary. But I think it will go all right.” “That’s good,” Bucky looked at Steve again, slightly tipping his head. “What?” Steve wondered. “Do you have lipstick or something on?” Bucky smirked and Steve whipped his lips with his hand. When he looked down there was something kind of sparkly, pink like on his hand. “Oh,” Bucky smiled and gave Steve a small push. “I take it things are going well with Y/N.” Steve cleared his throat and looked away. “Please don’t tell me you kissed someone else than Y/N,” Bucky narrows his eyes on Steve. “No,” Steve lifts his hands. “I kissed Y/N.” “Good,” Bucky smiled. “I don’t want you to mess things up.” “Believe me when I say I dont want to either,” Steve admitted. Blondie whines and the both of them turn their attention back to her. “You can go get some sleep if you want,” Steve tells Bucky when he jawns. “Are you going to go sleep?” Bucky asks Steve, who shakes his head. “Then I stay here with you.” Steve gives his best friend a smile in thanks. “I go get the cots,” Bucky says after a few minutes and walks away. Steve satys where he is, talking to Blondie. She seemed to enjoy hearing him talk to her.

You woke up the next morning eager to see Steve, but was wondering if he even came in the night before. Maybe he had stayed in the stables again since you had not heard him come in and you had not really been sleeping. Instead, you had worried about telling Nat that you liked Steve. Who were you kidding, you more than liked him. Your thoughts had also been on Steve, a lot more than worrying about Nat, if you were being honest. Yesterday had been a rollercoaster and you wanted to talk about your feelings with him. To know where you stod before Nat came, but then everything happened. You finding out about Steve paying Nat’s scholarship and how he had started his breading because of that. Steve finding you in his office and gotten angry. And then to end the night getting kissed once again on the porch. Of course, you had also been thinking of Blondie and you had been fighting yourself about going to the stables or not, but you did not want to be in the way. Steve had said he got it, but maybe if he was still in the stable this morning, you could go there and see how it was going.

After getting ready for the day, you went down in the kitchen and started the coffe and making breakfast. Peter came in after a few minutes, looking as happy as he did the day before. “Good morning, Y/N,” He smiled at you and you smiled back. “Good morning, Peter.” “We got two foals last night,” Peter smiled and started setting the table. “Or technically one last night and one this morning.” “Oh,” you looked at Peter. “That is exciting.” “Steve is still in the stable,” Peter continued. “Clint just left.” “Did Blondie have a hard delivery?” You frowned thinking of the sweet, sweet mare. “No, Ember did,” Peter seemed to have a shiver going through his body. “Steve had to call Clint.” “Oh, no.” “Don’t worry,” Peter tried reassuring you. “It all went well. Steve caught the signs early so he called Clint in time.” “That’s good,” you breathed out in relief.

When breakfast is finished you two sit down to eat, your eyes go towards the door a lot waiting for Steve to come inside. “Steve will probably not be in for breakfast,” Peter says when he see you glance towards the door for the tenth time. “He wanted to stay with Ember awhile longer to make sure everything is okay.” “He really should eat and get some rest,” you almost scolded. “He places everyone and everything else before himself,” Peter agreed. “It’s always been that way, but more so since dad died.” You looked at Peter. His bottom lip kind of trembled. “Peter, It will be all right,” you said. “After breakfast, I will go out with some food to him, and maybe I can get him to rest some.” “If he would listen to anyone it’s you,” Peter give you a small smile. You shrug, but go with it. Maybe it would make Peter feel more at ease. “What are your plans for today?” you ask Peter to change the subject. He go on telling you about the cleaning of the different guestrooms and toilets he needed to do, besides doing his normal chores. Everything needed to be ready for the cattle drive. Guest would start arriving the next day and Nat would be here later today, closer to the evening. But she would finally be here. You were looking forward to it.

After breakfast, Peter helps you make breakfast for Steve to take to the stable as well as clean the kitchen. Then he sends you on your way. Walking towards the stable you start second guessing yourself. What if Steve would be irritated that you came to him like this? Then you took a deep breath and told yourself not to project old boyfriends onto Steve. It was wrong to do so, and instead you should just see how Steve reacted. You had hard time believing that Peter would send you out like this if he did not think that Steve would appreciate it. Walking into the stable you hear Steve’s voice before you see him. He is leaning against a boxdoor looking down inside the box. You can not hear what he is saying, but the tone is southing and loving. He must have heard you come in since he turn around and looked at you. As you came closer you saw how tired he looked, but he still gave you a big smile. “Good morning Sweetheart,” He said and it made your stomach make summersaults. He called you sweetheart. You smiled back. “Good morning.” You wanted to add Handsome, but did not know if that was the right thing to do. You stop infront of him trying to decide if you should kiss him, hug him or just let him be. Steve does not seem to notice your hesitation. Instead he bends down slightly and give you a light kiss on your lips that makes your heart beat a lot faster. It was a sweet kiss that was way to short, but it made you realise that this was certainly not only something from your end. A man like Steve would never toy with someone's feelings.

“Mmm, I needed that,” Steve smiles at you and it makes you want to drop the basket in your hand and pull him closer to kiss him more. But you were there to get him to eat some and hopefully get some sleep. “You are not the only one,” you wink at him and he cuckles. “I have some breakfast for you.” you lifted the basket. “You are an angel,” he took the basket from your hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead. It made your heart flutter. “Peter helped,” you committed and Steve nodded. “Let me introduce you to the two newest members of Rogers Ranch,” Steve said and placed the basket on the cot that stood by the boxes. He took your hand and pulled you closer so you saw into Embers box. In there she had a small chestnut red foal with two front socks. He was adorable and stood eating from his mother. “Oh, Steve, He is gorgeous,” you breathed out. Ember look up at you and it was as she understood what you were saying. She looked a bit tired. “Peter said it was a hard birth.” “Yeah,” Steve rubbed a hand over his neck. “Two foals on one night was not what I had expected yesterday, but here we are. Come on.” Steve pulled you closer to him and put his arm around your shoulder and together you walked over to Blondies box. She greeted you with a neigh. “Hey girl,” you coo as you come closer and look inside the box. In there was a beautiful palomino foal. You could not see whether it was a female or a male, but as you tried standing on your toes to see, Steve chuckled. “It’s a mare,” He smiled and placed a kiss at your temple. It made you smile. But a look at him, showed that he looked even more tired now than before. “Maybe I should have made mimosas for breakfast instead of sandwiches and coffee,” you joked and Steve just smiled. “Sandwiches and coffee sound great.” “Then let’s go open that basket so you can eat it.” Steve nodded at that and together you walked over to the cot. Steve sat down before pulling you down beside him. The cot was surprisingly comfortable to sit on, because it did not look it. Steve opened the basket and took out a sandwich. He unpacked it and took a big bit. “This is really good,” He said after he had finished chewing. He continued to eat and remembered something. “You never told me the names of the foals,” you commented. Steve looked at you and smiled.

“I thought that maybe you wanted to name them.” That left you speechless. It was such a sweet gesture and once again Steve showed you that he was different than any man you had ever met. Nobody had ever trusted you with something like that. “You really trust me to name your foals?” You looked at Steve as he took another bit of the sandwich. He nodded and when he saw you still looking at him with a face that must have been filled with disbelief or wonder he showed his shoulder lightly against yours. “I trust you,” Steve smiled and nodded towards Embers box. “So what is their names?” You felt your eyes get misty and stood up. Blinking away the tears in your eyes you walked over to Embers box and looked at her and her beautiful foal. He was sleeping in the other end of the box, Ember stood looking at him with what must be pride. You tried to come up with a name and then it hit you. “Blaze,” you said out loud and turned to Steve. He was looking at you with a big smile. “Ember and Blaze,” Steve said as to test out the names. You were waiting patiently for his response. “I love it. It fits his colouring.” You nodded. It really did. And Steve telling you he liked the name made you happy. Really happy. Steve nodded towards the direction of Blondie's box, so you walked over and looked at the other sleeping foal. Her colouring reminded you of a drawing you seen in a story book when you were little. The drawing had been of Rapunzel's golden hair and the only name you could come up with was Rapunzel. “I can see that you have come up with a name,” Steve said beside you. Since you had been lost in thoughts you had not heard him come over. He stands behind you and puts his arms around you pulling your back to his front. Together you stand there looking at the sleeping foal.

“I have a name in mind, but I don’t know if it’s a name that is any good.” You wanted to be honest. “Just say it,” Steve insisted. “Rapunzel,” you mumble. “Why would I not like that name?” Steve wondered and you bit your lip. “I don’t know,” you admit. “I like it,” Steve gave you a kiss on your cheek from behind. “Rapunzel and Blaze,” Steve said the names out loud and it made you smile. He yawned and you turned around, still being in his arms, and looked up at him. The smile he gave you was a bit sleepy. “Maybe it’s time for you to go inside and get some rest,” you suggested. Steve looked over at Rapunzel. “Maybe,” Steve admitted. “But I have lots of things to do.” “Steve, you need your rest,” you insist. “And you have employees that can take care of the ranch for a few hours.” Steve looked at you, but you stood your ground. “You are cute when you get annoyed,” Steve smiled. That made you almost melt, he thought you were cute. But he needed to get some rest. You lifted an eyebrow at him and he pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Okay, I go get some rest,” He promised. “I just need to talk to Wanda.” “Thank you,” you smiled and pressed a quick kiss on his lips. Together you packed up the basket and you went back to the house. But not before threatening Steve that you would come and get him if he did not go inside and rest soon. At that, he just chuckled and walked to talk to Wanda who just came into the stable.

An hour later you sat down in the kitchen, Steve had come in and you had sent him up to bed. He had pouted that he was not a child and could take care of himself. Something you told him you knew, but that he needed to rest and take care of him seld. Then you told him that he would need all his strength and energy soon. He wiggled his eyebrows at that, but you blushed and reminded him that he was going to have 10 people coming for a cattle drive that would start in just two days. That shut him up. Your phone vibrated on the table and you picked it up. It was a message from Bucky. He had contacted a kennel a bit outside town that he knew had puppies. It was time to give Steve a puppy. It was what you had decided at the cookout. You were driving there to look at the puppies and talk to the breeder. Bucky wrote that you could drive there whenever you had the time and that you could borrow his truck. Since Steve was upstairs resting, you decided to try and go as soon as possible. You sent Bucky a text telling him to give you thirty minutes and then you went into the kitchen to see what needed to be bought since you were going out and it would be a good excuse in case Steve woke up and wondered where you were going.

Half an hour later you were standing by Bucky’s truck as he gave you directions to the breeder. He also gave you their number in case you got lost. You thanked him and hoped into his truck and drove of feeling happy and hoped Steve would sleep until you got back.

What Y/N did not know that Steve had just gotten out of the shower and he looked out the same moment as she jumped into Bucky’s truck and drove off. Since Nat was renting a car at the airport, Steve knew that Y/n was not driving to pick Nat up. So why had she just left? A small feeling of panic rose in Steve’s chest and he threw on a pair of pants and a shirt and ran out of the house. Putting on a pair of shoes, but his socks were still upstairs. Bucky turned around when he heard the door bang open at the house. “Did I just see Y/N drive away in your truck?” Steve says as he reaches Bucky. “Well, yeah. She did not want to wake you up to ask if she could borrow your truck,” Bucky explained. It wasn’t really a lie, since she did not want to wake Steve up. “So I let her borrow my truck.” “I just got out of the shower,” Steve swept a hand through his hair. “I can see that,” Bucky nodded. “Where were she going?” Steve wonderd and nodded towards the direction Y/N just have left. “I don’t really know,” Bucky shrugged. “She said something about having errands in town.” “And you never asked what or if she wanted company?” Steve frowned. “Steve, she is a grown woman,” Bucky chuckled. “I think she can manage alone.” “But she has never been alone here,” Steve tried to explain. There was a nagging inside his head. He did not like that she had driven off alone. Why did she not take Peter? Why had she not told Steve earlier in the stables she was going into town? Had something happened? “She is raised in New York,” Bucky smiled. “I think she can handle what Montana throws at her. And before you ask why she did not take Peter with her, you have him doing his choirs and cleaning the house for all the people at the cattle drive.” Steve nodded at that. It was true. He ran his hand through his hair again. “She also has all our numbers so if something happens she can call us,” Bucky continued and Steve nodded again. “Now, go and get some rest,” Bucky pointed at the house and looked surprised after Steve when he actually turned around and went back into the house again. Bucky hoped that he went back in to get some sleep. His friend looked to be dead on his feet.

A few hour later you were standing in the store looking at things for the puppy. It felt unreal. You had just decided to make sure that Steve would have a dog again yesterday evening, and now you had one that Steve would get in one and a half week. The breeder and her husband had been amazing and you had gotten the pick of the litter. Anything for Steve Rogers, her husband had said over and over again. When you wanted to pay, they had insisted that you save your money. They wanted him to have a puppy, apparently Steve had helped them a lot over the years. First when their car had broken down and then when a tree had fallen on the outhouse. And the list went on and on. The breeder said that she had tried giving Steve a puppy last time she had a litter, but he had declined. He was not ready. They agreed with Bucky and you that it was time.

Bucky had said that Steve had all the stuff left from his old dog somewhere in the house, but you wanted the puppy to have new stuff and Steve could use the old stuff as memories or when the puppy was older and not so inclined to destroy the other stuff with her sharp teeth. “Y/N,” you heard a voice behind you. As you turned around you recognized the woman as Pepper, Steve’s friend who own the restaurant he had taken you to. “Oh, hi Pepper,” You smiled and noticed she had a handsome man next to him. “Tony, this is Steves's friend Y/N, Y/N this is my husband Tony,” Pepper said, but she put some extra pronunciation behind the word friend. It made you want to sink into the floor. “Nice to meet you,” you greeted Tony and he smiled and took your hand and shook it. “Like wise,” he said. “Are you getting a dog?” He nodded towards the leases behind you. “Oh,” you looked around to see who was near. Tony looked around as well. “It’s a secret,” you whispered. Tony and Pepper moved in closer. “We are good at keeping secrets,” Pepper smiled. “I am getting Steve a puppy,” You explained and told them all the details. “That is wonderful,” Pepper smiled. “Very thoughtful of you,” Tony agreed, but the way he looked at you was almost as he was trying to read your mind or soul. After a short while he smiled and nodded, as if he like what he saw or read. Somehow it made you feel happy, and not judged. As if Steve’s friend just had decided that you were good enough for him. It might sound stupid, since it did in your own head, but it meant a lot. It felt like approval.

“What have you got so far?” Pepper beamed at you and you nodded toward the cart a little way from you. “Were are you going to hid all that?” Tony asked and you bit your lip. “That is what I have been trying to wrap my head around.” “We can take it,” Tony offered. “Just until the puppy is ready for delivery.” “Yes,” Pepper smiled and looked lovenly on her husband. “Thank you, that would be great,” you smiled. Together you decided that Tony and Pepper would house the things for the puppy at their house and then help you with the delivery of the puppy as well. The clerk in the store promised to keep it quiet as well since she had heard most of the conversation.

When you were finished with Pepper and Tony you drove to the grocery store to get some things for dinner that night. You wanted to make something special since Nat was coming. It might also be that you were feeling a bit guilty about having kissed her brother, multiple times now, without talking to her about it. Even if everything from that morning indicated that Steve wanted more than just friendship, you still needed to talk to him. If he wanted to be with you.. Well that would make you really happy. Then when you knew were you stood with Steve, you could talk to Nat. “Oh Y/N,” Mrs Bennet said beside you. “Just the person I wanted to meet.” “Hi, Mrs. Bennet,” you smiled politely, feeling a bit scared since Steve told you she was a gossip. “I don’t know if you have heard this,” Mrs. Bennet smiled. “But I am retiring in two months time and I think you should apply for the job instead.” You just looked at her with your moth open. “I mean you were so good with Billy from what I heard and Sam, I mean Dr Wilson said that he was impressed with your knowledge.” “Thank you,” You got it out before she continued talking. “And having you here around would certainly help Steve continue smiling as I saw the other day. Just think of how loverly babies the two of you will have.” Your mind was screaming at you to get away from there, but where should you go? And how can you go from there without it becoming something to gossip about. “Mrs. Bennet,” you hear Peppers voice say and smile what you hope is a grateful smile in her direction. “Don’t badger the poor girl. Let her go one with her shopping in peace.” Mrs. Bennet nodded, but before she let you go she took your hand.

“Please think of what I said,” She smiled at you and the look on her face. It made you let her hold your hand. “Steve needs you more than you know, but don’t just think of that. This town need someone like you.” She gives you a small squize before she hurries along. “Thank you,” you breath out to Pepper when you see that Mrs. Bennet is out of earshot. “You are welcome,” Pepper giggles. “Just know she means no harm.” “I know,” you nodded. “I just did not know what to say.” “As she said, think about taking the job,” Pepper smiled and says good bye. You stand there watching after her. Stay here? Start working here? It would be a dream, but was it possible? And what would Steve think about it? You looked at the clock and realised it was well past lunch and you needed to get back to the Ranch. Not that you thought that Steve was still sleeping, no if you knew him, which you thought you did by not. He would be out working.

Nat sat on the plane trying to keep her thoughts and emotions in check. She was worried about going back home. Back to the ranch. The only place besides the apartment she shared with Y/N that had ever felt like home. She had thought it would be easier to come back to the Rogers Ranch knowing that Y/N was there, but it was still hard. If she admitted it to herself she had been able to go back earlier in the week. Her meetings had been able to do digitally, but she needed the time to prepare. She knew that Bucky would be there. Working at the ranch as he had been for a while. It was no way she could keep her distance from him this time. Seeing him always made her feel hollow. He tried talking to her a few times when she was back, but she had not given him the chance. What could he have to say? He left. He gave up on their love years before and joined the army. Leaving her alone. She had headed to New York and become a successful lawyer, but still, she could not help but compare every man she had ever dated with the man she dated so many years ago. The man she thought she would end up marrying. Maybe it was time to have a talk to Bucky and leave it all behind, so she could go forward? Could she get over him? Would he have a girlfriend this time? He was a handsome man. Please don’t let her go there and he is in a relationship. How would she survive that?

Nat tried to think of something else. Y/N. That was a safe topic. Y/N sounded happier than she had in a long while when she talked to her. She sounded at ease. Nat knew that Y/n was dreaming of moving from New York and somewhere more quiet. Somewhere less stressful. And now that she was probably out of a job, she would probably do that. Right? Had she fallen in love with Montana? Would she want to move here? That was not something Nat had considered when she asked her best friend to help. What if Montana was not the only thing she had fallen in love with. What if Bucky and Y/N had fallen in love? Oh no. Nat clenched a hand to her stomach. How would she survive that?

The belt light flashed on and Nat knew that they were to descend now. Then she had the drive to the ranch. She would be there in a couple hours and then she would have to deal with whatever happened. What was it her mother had always said? “Take it one step at a time and try not to worry about what happens next.” It was a good thing to remember. Y/N could have fallen in love with Dr. Sam Wilson. He was handsome and nice. And according to Peter, still single. Yes, Y/N had probably fallen for Sam. They would be great together. With those thoughts, Nat relaxed and starting to look forward to coming to the rance and here Y/N talked about being in love. If she was not Nat would just have to make Y/N see Sam more. Because if someone deserved to be happy and in love, it was Y/N. Nat did not know where she would be without Y/N.

Nat took a couple of deep breaths as she drew to the small town. Almost home. She saw a lot of curious faces looking at the rental car. Some waved even though they did not recognize the car. Of course she waved back. She saw Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton walk hand in hand down the street, still looking like a newly weed couple, even if they must be over 80 years old and married for at least 60 years. It made her smile and her heart ache a bit. Why did it always feel like coming home driving into town like this. Nat knew that if she stoped, people she knew would stop and talk to her. As if she never left home. Whitin a few minutes she would probably hear all the latest gossip and then the gossip mill would go around saying that Nat was back in town. It made her smile. Years before when she left, that was one of the reasons she swore to never move back. The gossip and the everyone knows you, but now, it just felt safe and as something she been missing. In New York, nobody would stop her on the street to ask who she was. The only ones that stoped her were creepy men or people looking for a handout. Nat drow out of town and felt her hands get sweaty. Soon home. Soon. Just a bit more.

When she turned onto the road up to the ranch she had to stop at the side of the road to breath. Why was she so nervous? She could do this. They knew she was coming and the last thing she wanted was someone coming down the road and seing her sitting her like a coward. After a couple of deep breaths she pulled out on the road again and felt herself smile you closer she came to the ranch. As the buildings started to appear she got a sense of ease. She saw cattle and horses. And there on the porch stood Y/N. It made something in her heart give a gick tug. Y/N looked as she belonged there. There on the porch. At the ranch. The closer she got, she saw a calmness on her best friends face that she had never seen before. That was something new.

A couple of hours later, you stood on the porch when Nat's rental car drives up to the house. You had gone out with a cup of tea to calm down. The conversation with Mrs. Bennet in the grocery store was still playing in your head. She was fifteen steps ahead of you when it came to Steve and you. And you still have not talked to Steve about your feelings or his feelings. And now you needed to great Nat and pretend like everything was fine. Even if there was a relief of seeing her, you were also kind of annoyed with her. Since she had moved up her arrival day several times.

"I thought you weren't going to come," you say and cross your arms over your chest. Nat laughs and runs up to the porch and hugs you tight. You hug her back. "I am sorry it took so long," Nat says and realising you. "I needed to get things done so I can be here for the next two weeks." “Nat,” Peter almost dreams as he comes running out of the house. Nat opens his arms and Peter runs right into them. “Hey, Peter,” Nat says as she reliseas Peter and ruffs his hair. “I missed you,” Peter can’t seem to stand still. “I missed you too,” Nat smiled. It gives you a warm feeling in your body. Somehow Nat seemed to fit in here more than in New York. She seemed more calm, and she just arrived. "Hey, Nat," a voice from behind you said. You turned around and there on the porch stood Steve. He had his hat in his hand. How was this going to go? You knew that the two of them had a rocky relationship. At least according to Nat.