#but that's enough. we all know how much I adore Everett
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Batting Practice Part 15 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: A perfect day isn't enough to solve all your problems, but a Bradley who shows you how much he wants you and Everett might just do the trick.
Warnings: Fluff and swearing
Length: 3200 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader
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As Bradley pulled into the lot at Petco Park, he flashed a VIP parking pass at the guard. You still weren't sure why you needed to get to the game so early, but honestly, you didn't mind spending some extra time around Bradley today. He made Everett happy, and you were really considering giving him a second chance. Because he made you happy, too.
Bradley and Everett were singing a song about the Phillie Phanatic, and now you were singing along too. He held your hand tight while he parked the Bronco next to the ballpark, and when he grinned and pulled you out through his door with him, you couldn't help but smile.
"I'm so happy you came," he whispered, looking down at you with a crooked smile that had your heart melting. "I planned a lot of stuff to surprise Ev, but if you and he aren't having fun, then we can always just get some food or leave early."
You shook your head at him, amazed that he didn't get it yet. "There's nothing that kid wants more than to spend the day with you, watching the Phillies."
"That's what I want, too," he replied, opening the back door and lifting Everett down. "Ready, kiddo? I have something cool to show you."
You walked a few steps behind them as they made their way to the turnstile hand in hand. "What's faster, a slider or a changeup? And how does the catcher know when to get the pitcher to throw a curveball?" Everett rambled. They looked adorable in their matching backwards caps.
"They practice together a lot. Just the two of them. And they get really good at knowing how to communicate."
"That's cool. I wanna be a pitcher and a power hitter."
"Kid, if you can manage to combine those two, you'll hit the majors for sure," Bradley told him, glancing over his shoulder to make sure you were there. With a smile, he handed three tickets to the guy in the booth, and next thing you knew, you were all being ushered through an underground tunnel.
"Where are we going exactly?" you asked Bradley, losing the battle to slip your hand into his free one. The three of you were being led down a long ramp by a tour guide named John who had given each of you VIP badges to wear.
"On a locker room tour," he replied, and then Everett really got excited.
"I get to go in the locker room?" he asked, skipping ahead and making John chuckle.
"I told them you wanted to see the visitors' locker room," Bradley told Everett. "Maybe some of the Phillies uniforms will be hanging up."
And they were. You stood in the middle of the visitor's suite that looked more like a luxury hotel than a men's locker room while Everett ran around with your phone taking pictures. "Mom! Take a picture of us in front of the bats!"
You snapped a few photos of Bradley and Everett standing near the equipment, and then you tucked your phone away. "This is so cool," you whispered to Bradley while the tour guide showed Everett the snack bar that was reserved for the players. "Thank you."
Bradley sighed. "Jake hooked it up. He begged the groundskeeper. I think he felt bad for what he said to you at the bar."
You nodded and met his eyes. "He told me he likes moms." You watched his eyes narrow just a fraction as he licked his lips.
"Yeah, well I love moms, actually. I was just overcompensating for my insecurities before. You and Ev are intimidating."
You scoffed. "Intimidating?"
Bradley nodded, his brown eyes sincere. "I told you, Kitten, you two are perfect. And I got in my own head."
"I'm eating the snacks that the players eat!" Everett announced, holding up a bag of peanuts. The tour guide let him take a few as he led all three of you into one of the press boxes.
Your hand ended up in Bradley's and he kept pulling you closer, but once he saw who was in the press box, his grip on your hand tightened until it was almost painful.
"Ev, you asked who the starting pitchers were?" Bradley said in awe. "Well, here they are."
"Hey, are you Everett?" asked the Phillies starting pitcher, and you were afraid your son and Bradley were both going to faint.
"Yeah?" your son asked, and John led him closer to the table where two men were sitting.
"Wait, are you really a Phillies fan? I heard you're from San Diego!" said the Padres pitcher with a laugh.
"I like you, too!" Everett said hurriedly. "The Padres are my second favorite team, I swear!" You laughed and both pitchers smiled at you.
"How about we both sign a shirt for you?" asked the Phillies pitcher. "I don't think anyone else has a shirt signed by rival pitchers."
"Holy shit," Bradley muttered as he watched them each sign an MLB all-stars shirt and hand it to Everett.
"Why don't you get in there with him for a photo, Coach?" you asked. Bradley let go of your hand so fast to scramble behind the table with Everett, and you snapped a few pictures of the four of them. Then the pitchers stood and shook hands with Bradley, and it amazed you to see that he was built exactly like the professionals were. Tall, broad and strong.
"Have fun with your parents, Everett," the Padres pitcher told him, knocking his Phillies cap crooked and smiling. "Enjoy the game."
"We will!" Everett and Bradley said in unison, and you stood frozen in place. Maybe they had been too excited to process the word parents, but you'd heard it loud and clear.
They both looked dazed as John led them back through the tunnel. "Are you both okay?" you asked with a laugh as Bradley's hand found yours again.
"That was awesome," Bradley said, tossing Ev's new shirt over his shoulder as they emptied out of the tunnel and onto the ballfield. It was a perfect, clear day, and you heard John tell Everett he could run around anywhere except on the outfield. You watched your son take off like a rocket and run around the bases while you cheered for him. He looked so small out on a real infield.
"Oh, fuck it," Bradley said, and he took off running the bases too while you laughed and cheerer for both of them. Bradley caught up to Everett near home plate where you were standing, and after they both crossed the bag, he scooped Everett up into his arms.
They were both out of breath as Bradley said, "You'll have to get used to running that far if you're a power hitter."
"I can do it," Everett told him, and they had gigantic, matching smiles on their faces.
You snapped a few more photos, and then John asked, "Want to throw some pitches?" He handed Bradley a few pristine baseballs, and he and Everett took off toward the pitcher's mound. You stood off to the side as Bradley got Everett set up and in position with one of the balls. Then your son threw a pitch that didn't quite have enough force behind it to make it all the way to home plate, but it was thrown so accurately, you watched it roll to where the batters normally stood.
"Wow! Great job, Ev! Very accurate!" you shouted, thoroughly impressed. He threw a second pitch, and it was just as good as the first one. Then you watched Bradley trade places with him and wind up to throw what you thought was a slider. It sailed beautifully past home plate and bounced off the advertisement signs. He threw a second one that looked like a fastball.
"Hey! You're good!" said John as Bradley and Everett ran from the mound to home plate. "Did you play?"
"Just in college," Bradley replied, collecting the balls so John didn't have to. "A long time ago."
"He's a tee ball coach!" Everett announced. "He coaches my team!"
You didn't know if you could remember a time Everett looked this happy, and you felt like you were going to cry. This wasn't a one off. You needed this kind of day to happen again. Maybe not on the grand scale of gallivanting around Petco Park like VIPs, but you needed more days in the park getting ice cream. You needed more pizza nights. You need to have Bradley touching you at the batting cages and making love in his Bronco.
"Come here, Kitten," he called, waving you over. "I want a picture of the three of us on home plate."
You closed the distance to them, and Bradley tucked you against his side with Everett in front of both of you. John took some pictures with Bradley's phone, and you let your head rest on his shoulder. "Thank you for doing this," you whispered, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "He's in heaven."
"So am I," Bradley replied softly before kissing your lips. "I didn't do anything though. All I did was mess up, Kitten." He was being sincere, and you knew it. You thought you'd have to be an idiot to not forgive him. When John handed his phone back to him, you wrapped your arms around Bradley's waist.
"Cute family photos," John remarked, and Everett turned to see you in Bradley's arms.
"Thanks," Bradley replied as he rubbed your back. "Hey, Ev, why don't you run the bases one last time, kiddo?"
"I'll time you," John told him, setting the stopwatch on his phone and telling Ev when to start.
You looked up at Bradley and whispered, "I forgive you." He squeezed you tighter and let out a deep sigh of relief that made you smile. "And not just because today is perfect, but also because Everett and I are both attached to you, so you better not mess this up."
His lips were on yours in the sweetest kiss that had you reaching for more as he pulled away. He kissed you a little harder and whispered, "I'll be so good to you. Both of you," against your lips. You knew he was telling the truth.
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Bradley was trying to stay calm, but it was nearly impossible. You were sitting two seats away from him, eating some nachos and smiling at Everett. Whenever your eyes met his, Bradley sighed in relief. He would ask you to be his girlfriend later tonight after the game. He was completely ready for that. Ready to be around for you and Everett.
"Thanks, Bradley," Ev told him, and Bradley managed to get a napkin under Everett's hot dog before it could drip ketchup on his jersey. "This is probably the best day I've ever had."
It was only the bottom of the first inning, but the Phillies were already leading by one run. The day had been perfect up to this point, but Bradley desperately wanted them to win for Everett. "Probably the best day I've ever had, too, kiddo."
The smile that touched your lips before you bit into a chip had Bradley grinning too. And as the innings wore on and the sun started to set, the stadium lights glowed to life. Everett was sitting on the edge of the seat when the Padres had the bases loaded, and it was all up to the pitcher that had autographed his shirt to save it for the Phillies. Without a word, Everett scrambled onto Bradley's lap to get a better view, and they both held their breath as the pitch count reached three balls and two strikes.
"Come on," Bradley muttered, wrapping his arm around Everett's middle. When the pitcher struck out the batter, Bradley jumped to his feet with Everett, and they cheered with the few other Phillies fans sitting in the section. "Still have the lead!"
You were sitting in Everett's vacant seat when Bradley settled down with Ev on his lap again, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "You boys having fun?" you asked.
"Yep!" Everett said, clapping as the Phillies shortstop walked up to bat.
Bradley leaned in and kissed your cheek, his mustache tickling your ear. "We should do this all the time. At least until he gets to see every team play the Padres."
"And what if he decides he likes a different team better than the Phillies after he sees them all?" you asked, and Bradley scoffed.
"Do we look like fair weather fans?" he asked, gesturing to himself and Everett. "No. That's not going to happen, Kitten."
You laughed and leaned in to kiss him. "You're right. What was I thinking?"
"If the Phillies make it to the playoffs, we'll go to Philadelphia and watch them play and eat cheesesteaks and meet the Phanatic in person," he told you with conviction.
"Yeah, mom," Everett agreed, never taking his eyes off the game. "Because the Phanatic only goes to home games."
"Yeah, Kitten," Bradley echoed. "The Phanatic only goes to home games."
"You're both ridiculous," you said, but your smile was wide as you let your head rest on his shoulder.
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You felt a tinge of disappointment as the Padres managed to tie the game in the eight inning. Everett was squirming a bit on Bradley's lap in anticipation, and Bradley had his fingers laced with yours.
"Do you want to switch laps, Ev?" you asked, and both Bradley and Everett replied with a firm No.
But Everett hopped off of Bradley's lap when the inning ended, and it didn't escape your attention that his gaze settled on your joined hands on the armrest. "I'll only be a little bit sad if the Phillies lose, okay? Because I'm having a lot of fun." Then he climbed back on Bradley's lap as you chuckled.
"Me too, kiddo, but wouldn't it be great if the Phillies hit a homerun to win the game?" he asked, straightening out Everett's cap.
"That would be so cool," Everett agreed as a new batter came up to the plate for the Phillies.
You pulled Bradley closer, and he gave you his undivided attention. You kissed his lips softly and said, "I think you're right. I want to do this all the time, too." Bradley's lips curled into a smile as he nodded, so you continued with a smile of your own. "The Padres play the Pirates here on Ev's birthday next month. So maybe we can do this again? I know it would be a late game, since it's during the week, but we could see if Molly and Bob want to come too. It could be really fun. What do you think?"
Bradley let go of your hand and wrapped his warm fingers around your neck, pulling you closer until your hand found his cheek while he kissed you. You moaned softly against his lips, you'd missed him this way so much. Then his nose bumped yours as he released your lips but kept you close to him. "Kitten, I think I love you."
"Look!" Everett shouted, and both you and Bradley turned to see what was going on. The echo of the solidly hit ball was still in the air as Bradley dumped Everett onto your lap and stood. You managed to stumble to your feet with Everett as Bradley jumped and caught the Phillies home run ball with his bare hand while the player rounded the bases to the sound of everyone in your section cheering. Then you watched as Bradley toppled over the armrest and into the aisle with a look of elation mixed with terror on his face.
"He caught it!" Everett cheered, launching himself onto Bradley who was trying to sit up awkwardly on the stairs. But he smiled and hugged Everett, handing him the ball while he clenched and unclenched his hand.
"Are you okay?" you asked, laughing as Bradley stood with Everett hanging onto him.
"Yeah, Kitten," he grunted, kissing your lips while everyone cheered. "Just gonna be a little sore. Damn, my hand hurts," he said, shaking it out again. The three of you were being featured on the big screen as they showed a replay of Bradley jumping up over and over again.
"Dad of the year!" the guy across the aisle shouted to Bradley, and you couldn't stop smiling.
"Thanks, man," Bradley replied with a laugh as he sat down. Everett had Bradley in a headlock as he examined his souvenir baseball with wide eyes.
"Wow," Everett said over and over again. "You're good at catching too, Coach."
"I'll teach you everything I know, kiddo."
"That was insane," you whispered, and Bradley laughed.
"I had to catch it. That was a once in a lifetime ball."
Everett was distracted by the end of the game as you leaned in close and pressed your lips to Bradley's. "I think I love you too, Coach."
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Bradley hadn't stopped touching you for a single moment. He was a little sore from landing on his ass in the aisle, but he honestly couldn't remember a better day in recent memory. When the game ended in a victory for the Phillies, Everett hugged him tight, but Bradley kept his hand wrapped around yours.
When Everett scrambled onto your lap for a hug, you asked him, "Do you want to come back for your birthday? We haven't seen the Pirates play yet."
"Yeah!" Everett cheered, clearly running on a Phillies high. But by the time the three of you were exiting the ballpark, Bradley scopped Everett up and carried him. All of the excitement of the day seemed to have the kid running on empty all of a sudden. When the three of you finally empied out into the parking lot with the rest of the crowd, Everett was mostly asleep in his arms.
"He's wiped out," Bradley told you with a laugh. You had your hand wrapped around his waist, your fingers rubbing his side, and Bradley couldn't stop grinning.
"All the excitement caught up to him." You took the keys from Bradley's pocket and went ahead to unlock the Bronco and open the back door. Bradley carefully deposited Everett into the booster seat and buckled him in as his eyes opened briefly.
"I'm tired," Everett mumbled, and Bradley laughed as he kissed his forehead. "I know, kiddo. Love you." Then he closed the door and you were reaching for him in the shadows of the parking lot, pressing your body to his and kissing him just like he had become accustomed to. He had missed you so much.
He pushed you up against the back door of the Bronco, and you gasped as he sucked on your neck. Your body felt warm against the chill of the night air, and Bradley's hands found their way up inside your shirt. "Kitten," he moaned below your ear. You had one hand wrapped around his neck, and the other was pressing against the fly of his jeans. You could make him go insane. "Kitten, baby, I can't get enough of you."
"Take us home," you demanded. "And stay with me."
"God, yes," he agreed, and then you were climbing in the driver's door and crawling across the seat.
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Best day ever! Good job, Coach! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!
PART 16
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Welcome back!!! :) We all missed you
Could you please write one in which MC is an animagus and the characters react to them transforming?
Thank you so much and take it easy 😁
HLC REACT TO MC BEING AN ANIMAGUS
A/N: since no animal was specified, we're going with the classic kitty cat :3
MC finally did it! After months of prep, and some good luck, they completed the animagus ritual....only to become a silver tabby. Not as epic as they would have hoped, but still cool. They needed to show their friends IMMEDIATELY.
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SEBASTIAN SALLOW: "Well aren't you adorable." He chuckles as he kneels down to pet MC. "I'm not surprised you became an animagus. I'm just disappointed you didn't ask me to become one with you." He picks up MC and carries them off. "Now I have a perfectly valid excuse to call you Kitten."
OMINIS GAUNT: "You know, I don't find it funny when you tell me you want to SHOW me something. My wand has its limits." He huffs and waits for MC to do whatever they were so eager to do. His eyebrows rise in shock. One moment he detects a person, the next, a small animal. "What in Merlin's name? You're an animagus??" He hears MC meow and rub against his leg, just like the castle cats. He smiles a little and reaches down to pet MC. "Whatever will we do with you?"
ANNE SALLOW: "Oh, not fair! I was going to go through with the ritual myself but the blasted mandrake leaf wouldn't stay put. Even so..." She picks up MC and cradles then in her arms. "Since you're here. You can be my lap warmer while I study transfiguration."
IMELDA REYES: "You're as mad as I thought. You risked your life to become an animagus, only to become a cat? I'd get my money back if I were you." She watches MC flop over and make some air biscuits with the biggest eyes. "...I see your point."
NATSAI ONAI: She has stars in her eyes and immediately changes in her gazelle form. She and MC dance around each other happily and run down the corridors to cause some havoc. It was entirely worth the detention.
GARRETH WEASLEY: "Brilliant!" He watches in awe as MC transforms and starts purring against him. He picks them up and puts them on his shoulder. "Let's go raid Professor Sharp's storage room. He'll never suspect a cat." He now has a new mantra: Gain kitty, do crime.
LEANDER PREWETT: He looks around to see if anyone saw what MC just did. He leans down and harshly whispers to them. "You do realize that ritual is against the rules here right!? It's so dangerous! You could have died! Let alone the fact that you aren't registered. You could get in serious trouble if you're caught." MC flattens their ears and growls, he puts his hands up defensively. "I won't tell, but be more careful. I'm serious."
AMIT THAKKAR: "By the stars, that's incredible! Was the ritual as hard as it sounds? How many times did you attempt it? Was it difficult to actually keep a mandrake leaf in your mouth for 30 days? These are questions I must know that answers to." MC just meows at him. "Oh...right."
EVERETT CLOPTON: "Whoa! That's amazing! Could you always do that?" He kneels down to scratch MC under the chin. "Hey, I need a favor." He grins devilishly and points at a distant group of students. "See the tall one? I need you to scratch the hell out of his legs. No questions. I'll pay."
POPPY SWEETING: She nearly screams from how cute MC's cat form is. She immediately scoops up MC and cuddles them close to her chest. "Please, for the love of Merlin and all magic, let me put little hats on you. My grandma knits all sorts of little hats and sweaters for her cats and I just KNOW they would look adorable on you." MC is locked in her arms. There is no escape.
ELAZAR FIG: "Extraordinary!" He was sitting at his desk when MC came in to show him their new trick. MC jumped onto his desk as a cat and slowly blinks at him. He reaches forward and gently pets their head. "I've always known you were capable of strong magic, and I'm glad you trust me enough to show me this, but do be cautious. Being an unregistered animagus is a big deal to some in the Ministry. Tread carefully. For now, you're welcome to nap on my desk."
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Curtis Everett, Outta my mind by Monsune
"You've been haunting me for forty days and forty nights
I been waiting for the right time
To let you know that I been lookin' for you all of my life
Feels like walkin' on a landslide
Let me take you, take you down"
Sun In Your Eyes
Warnings: none
Character: Curtis Everett
Summary: You return something important to your neighbour.
As always, I appreciate all kinds of feedback. A like and reblog means so much to me! <3
“Tanya!” You shriek, “ew, that’s enough.”
You stick out your tongue over the top of your bottle. She can be so crass and her account of her last fling is hardly wholesome. She giggles and you can’t help but join her. God, you missed this.
“I’m gonna get to school and be a mile behind you, Yaya,” you sigh and take a swig of the Corona.
“Nah, you’ll catch up,” she winks as she leans back, her pink bikini top low on her cleavage, the bottoms skimpy and barely clinging to her hips. “Guys love the cute ones.”
“Cute,” you pout and look down at yourself. Excuse her, you’re wearing a two piece. The halter top and match high rise bottoms are a blue and white checker print you particularly adored.
“Ah, you know I’m the bad girl of the bunch, bestie,” she tilts her head back, basking in the sun as it glistens on her mellow skin. “I told you we should’ve done this at my place, no fun without a pool.”
“We have a pool,” you scoff and point to the kiddie pool by the fence.
She snickers and flicks you off. She lays back full on the lounger and flips down her sunglasses.
“Good thing your mom doesn’t count her Coronas or I wouldn’t have bothered.”
“Don’t be such a downer,” you chide as you take another deep gulp. The sun is hot and vibrant and the beer isn’t helping how it makes your head swim.
“You’re a terrible host,” she drains the last of her bottle and wiggles it in the air, “I’m in need of a refill.”
You stand and huff, dramatically trodding over in your flip flops, “and you’re a prize guest.”
You laugh and take the empty. Tanya’s funny. She talks a big game but she’s bent over backwards time and time again. She plays the bitch but has the biggest heart you know of.
“Maybe you should have some water?” You tease.
“Bring me some water and I’ll make sure to cool you off,” she threatens.
You snort and leave her. She fans herself with her hand as you peek back from the sliding door. Your gap year couldn’t end soon enough. Each day you regret your indecision and the months spent trying to pick a program all while pushing face cream down at the boutique.
As you pluck a fresh Corona from the lower shelf, the doorbell nearly has it slipping from your grasp. You set it on the counter and go to see which neighbour is there to tell you to turn your music down. You inch open the door and peek out, surprised at who awaits you on the other side.
“Hey, Curtis,” you greet awkwardly as you hid behind the door, “mom’s away with Dawn.”
“Ah,” the syllable rumbles in his chest. His lazy blue eyes meet yours as he brushes a hand over his buzzcut. The front of his grey tank top is soaked in sweat and streaked with oil, “no problem. Um, I lent her a wrench, I was just hoping to get it back.”
“Oh? I wouldn’t know… uh, yeah, let me see if I can find it.”
“Thanks,” he tucks his thumbs in his pockets and looks over his shoulder.
“Er, you wanna come in? It’s hot out here.”
“I’m fine,” he shrugs.
“Okay, well, you’re more than welcome,” you let the door open a little more, “I’ll just go check the mess drawer.”
“Sure.”
He doesn’t make a move to come inside. You leave the door open and skirt away to the kitchen. You pull open the junk drawer but there’s only duck tape and a pile of outdated bills. Hmmm. You flutter over to the closet behind the bathroom and sort through the box of old frames and cassettes. Shoot.
Oh, wait.
You rush back into the hall. Curtis’ shadow looms in the doorframe but you pay him no heed as you turn and head back to the sliding door. You let yourself out as Tanya rolls onto her stomach.
“Where’s my beer?” She pouts.
“Coming, just gotta…” you trail off and disappear into the shed. Got it.
You grab the wrench and hurry back across the yard. Tanya mutters, ‘typical’, but doesn’t complain further.
You bounce down the hall in triumph, forgetting yourself as you present the prize. “Here! Sorry, mom’s not really the organized type.”
“No problem,” his cheek dimples as his eyes flick up to meet yours.
You cross your arm over your stomach, suddenly embarrassed. Oh gosh, that must’ve been a rather ungraceful entrance. You hold out the wrench and he takes it slowly.
“Thanks. You get a pool or something?” He wonders.
“Just getting some sun,” you trill. Curtis isn’t usually that talkative. You only ever see him hiding behind his motorcycle, clunking away with his tools.
“Enjoying some beer?” He asks.
You give a guilty grin, “maybe.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell on you,” he spins the wrench in his hand. “I like that colour.”
You look down again and play with the loose strings that trails from behind your neck. You raises your shoulders sheepishly.
“Thanks, Mr. Everett.”
His cheeks colour slightly and he once more runs his hand over his closely-trimmed hair. He gives his own attire a self-conscious look. He tugs the bottom of his tank and peeks up at you again.
“Sorry, I’m a bit of a mess,” he mutters, “well, uh,” he examines the wrench in his hand and tilts it towards you emphatically, “thanks.”
“No problem.”
He turns and marches to the top step. He pauses and turns back as you ease the door towards the frame. You stop as he shifts back on his heel.
“You can call me Curtis, I don’t mind.”
He sets back on his path and you watch him trod to the curb. As he peers back and forth down the street, he rolls his shoulders and wiggles the wrench in his hand. He tosses it and catches it before he continues on. He must really need that wrench.
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Everett Blakely HC’s from my hs au!!! Liked and reblogs highly appreciated!
MOTA Masterlist!
•Everett grew up as an army brat, his father a retired naval aviator. His step mom a lawyer and she certainly was more like a mom to him than his actual one.
•His dad’s originally from Minnesota his step mom from San Diego. They met there while he was stationed there, they fell in love, got married, had two kids. Everett absolutely adores his younger brother and sister.
•They’re a very hug oriented family.
•Everett smokes cigarettes because he wants to be a indie tumblr girl, okay?
•god forbid his parents ever find out…
•Beginning of junior year he started dating this girl named Ava. But it wasn’t a healthy relationship at all, she was manipulative, mean, isolated him, sometimes she would hit him.
•When she would hang out with the group she’d go as far as making fun of Johns stimming.
•Gale had a bit of a falling out with Everett because of her.
•God, he felt so alone and now none of his friends wanted to talk to him.
•Curt removed him from the friend group chat.
•When Dougie didn’t say anything everyone knew this was serious.
•Everett spent his summer between junior year and senior year pretty much alone. Besides when he was with Ava but you know that wasn’t positive attention.
• Everett: wanna hang later?
• Dougie: sorry gotta work.
•Things came to a halting stop one specific day at the end of July.
•Everett had confronted her about how she was treating his friends and him.
• “God, Everett I didn’t mean it like that. You’re so dramatic.”
• “I’m not dramatic you’re being an ass! Do you not understand why your ‘jokes’ are so hurtful? You have no idea what it’s like to be Bucky, so stop with your comments.”
• “It’s not my fault your friends are a bunch of fucking freaks and fags.”
•Everett had heard enough at this point. He’s telling her to get out and she’s grabbing her stuff but oh my god she will not stop talking. Everett literally grabs her arm and hauls her ass to the door and slams it in her face.
•The beginning of summer football camp in August was a shit show to say the least.
•Everyone was mad at Everett and they were all off their game.
•Chick and Jack pulled Everett into their office after the end of the first week. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but you should talk with Buck and get this is all sorted out.”
•Everett showed up at Gales house that night asking to talk. Upon seeing, no Ava Gale let him in.
•Curt’s sitting on the couch with Ken tucked into his arm and Meatball in his lap but he’s shooting daggers at him. “What the fuck is he doing here, Buck?”
•Gale lets Everett explain and defend himself. Johns smashed in between Gale and Curt playing with Gales fidget ring. He’s silent and he doesn’t think he can bring himself to make eye contact or talk.
•Everett kinda breaks down crying at the end and John just comes over and rubs his back before whispering a small, “it’s okay I forgive you.”
•The fact that Meatball went over to comfort Everett won over Curt a little bit but he’s still got a hell of a lot of more trust gaining to do.
•Him and James spend a lot of time just sitting in his truck quietly together while music plays and they eat snacks.
•James can see that Everett’s cigarette problem has only gotten increasingly worse.
•He can see the way that Everett has became so flinchy to touch. They were always just so playful and naturally touchy with each other.
•I’ve rambled long enough but we know that these two make out…
•okay they have a really good character development arc I promise!
•Asks open for any questions regarding these!!!!
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Owin and Bitty Bean finally got together and Owin was accidentally *ahem* exposed to Shepley and Marshall before an official meet could be arranged.
How are things going with blending the families? Could we start with BB meeting Owin's family? Would Shepley and Marshall have been part of that introduction? (What stage were his sisters at with their SOs at that point?)
Ahh!! I was wondering when people would be asking about Owin and his Bitty Bean! That was not the best meeting of Marshall and Owin, well meeting as his ex-wife's boyfriend. Marshall has worked for the Baizen's since Story was a Drysdale after all. So of course, Marshall was asking EVERYONE about Owin. Story adores him, because he's always been a real one for Aster, well when she started partying. But Owin is so good to Otto and Ellie, and Mrs. D.
Okay, as far as SOs with his siblings, Arleigh and Beau would have been together for nearly five years, and Eva and Kira are in a relationship (they don't pick up their puppy from the pound until a few years later). Arleigh LOVES Bitty Bean, because she saw Owin for who he was. BB took the time to get to know her giant brother, Eva doesn't dislike her, but she doesn't automatically love her like Arleigh. Eva just wants Owin to understand that being with an older woman, and one that has a kid has responsibilities, and the ex will always be apart of his life.
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The Wild Ones
Summary: you meet the Everett-Levinson’s
Pairings: Owin X BB
Rating: 🥹🥹
Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.4K
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“We don’t have to do this yet,” Owin looks at you, almost pleading to back out, but you give him a little knock to his shoulder. “We don’t. Shep, could…well, would Marshall want to have him an extra day.”
“What has gotten into you? It’s just your family.”
“Yes, but,” Owin walks over to pick up Chloe from on top of the fridge, and snuggles into her. Letting Chloe’s purrs soothe him.
“My family is crazy. You should have seen how they were when Arleigh brought a boy,” Owin stops to think about the other sister, and how not much was mentioned about Kira. “Well, maybe it was just Bunny, and maybe it was because it was a boy who is my cousin. But…we should talk to Shep about my parents. I have two dads.”
“Firstly, Owie, Shep is taught to respect everyone,” you spin around so fast, stopping the preparation of your Mac and cheese to look at him. “And secondly, I have already explained your family dynamics. I’m not going to say he won’t have questions, he’s a kid, but he will respect other people’s differences. It’s not that big of a deal. I’ve heard your parents are sickeningly in love.”
“You have no idea. So, we’re doing this?” you give him a nod, and start to ask what the real problem is, but he answers beforehand. “I’ve just never brought a girl, uh woman, to meet my family. I’m protective of them, and I don’t want anyone to judge them. Plus, I’ve never been with anyone long enough.”
“Hey,” you walk up to him, and rub your hand on his cheek, “Behave, and I might let you place that pretty cock in my mouth while you get ready for bed. Misbehave, and I’m afraid, you’re gonna get a spanking.”
“I’m not sure that’s a threat.”
“Owin Apollo, you will behave.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good boy. Now go get dressed. You’re wearing a shirt today,” Owin gives you a small pout, but you just shoo him away to get dressed. Leaving the waiting game on Marshall to drop Sheply off for the week.
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Sheply clings tightly to you, as the three of you walk into Owin’s parents’ home. Good welcoming vibes ooze out of their walls, calming your nerves, and even Shep seems to hold less tightly to you. “My dads are probably out back, but my mom…Ma!”
“What?” his mother’s voice harsh, but when she walks around the corner to see her son, she gives him the biggest smile. “Hey baby. Oh,” she looks at you whispering your name, and you know you give her your own big grin. “I’ve heard so much about you, and Mr. Sheply. Owin says you love LEGOs?”
“Yeah,” he answers meekly.
“Owie, why don’t you take Shep out to the garage, and show him all yours,” he walks past giving his mom a kiss to the cheek. Picking up Shep to throw on his back. “Oh! Owin, easy on the boy’s head, you’re so tall, he may bump the doorframe.”
Owin whispers out another yes ma’am before the two of them head off. “My boy, he’s something, huh?” you can only nod in agreement as you look around their home at the different photos throughout the years. “I never thought I would have kids. Those men outside talked me into it. But I wouldn’t trade my zoo for anything. He’s fond of you, you know?”
“Yeah, I’m fond of him, too, Mrs…”
“Do not call me that. You can call me LP like everyone else,” you start to ask what it means, but she beats you to it. “My husbands, they called me their Little Princess, it just stuck after all these years. Come on, let’s head outside. Owin always gets here early. Arleigh and Beau will be next. And then our mess of a child Eva and her partner Kira. My babies are a lot when they get together, so be forewarned. Sheply may pick up some bad habits, because Eva always has to prove she’s stronger than Owie. At a big whopping five foot five, she thinks she’s going to take down a giant.”
“She can,” Ari says, giving his wife a quick kiss before extending his hand to you. “Don’t let my wife scare you, Owin is our problem child.”
“That’s Duckie!” Owin shouts slamming down three huge totes of LEGOs.”
“And don’t call her that,” Curtis walks up, giving both Ari and LP a kiss, extending his own hand out. “Bunny is about the only one that allows her childhood nickname. Calling Evaluna, Duckie, will get you tackled. She has no filter, and she does not care that you’re dating her brother. In fact, it’ll make her more apt to take you to the ground.”
“I wanna see mom get tackled,” Sheply giggles at him.
“It’s been awhile since we’ve had a little boy here,” Ari’s voice goes louder when Arleigh and Beau walk outside, “My children won’t give me babies, so I have to resort to stealing a few from Ransom.”
“Is that not what your other daughter, Aster, is for?” Arleigh asks, standing up on her tiptoes to hug Ari. She gives you a kind smile before hugging Curtis. “I’m sure the Queen of Boston would bring a baby if you could promise that he stays safe for a ride along.”
“I keep telling Story, she’s not riding along with me,” Curtis grumbles when Arleigh turns to her mother.
“Babies are expensive. And we’ve just now got the house complete. And we got fur babies. You haven’t seen the chicken coop. Or Beau’s favorite animals, the goats.”
“Don’t go telling lies!” Beau gives each of the parents hugs before going back to Arleigh. Another giant in comparison to the tiny Bunny. “Those things are menaces. They popped Tulip’s ball the other day, and he sat there until I came back with another.”
“You realize you’re talking about a mini horse like it’s your child?” Owin asks causing Shep to giggle.
“Tulip is precious! He loves playing with his ball, and those heathens I guess are jealous that he’s the favorite. They sabotaged him. And they’re escape artists. The girls just stood there and watched them.”
“The girls?” you ask getting confused.
“My daughter and her boyfriend have cows, that Beau affectionately refers to as his girls. He loves confusing people. Clover and Sage. They also love naming their animals after herbs and plants. What’s the next thing you’re getting?”
“A baby donkey,” Arleigh nose scrunches up as she smiles with how excited she is about their next animal.
“You’re the jackass,” Eva, the one you were warned about, walks through the back gate, with a sweet looking blonde girl. Eva gives her mother a quick hug before she’s running towards Owin with a battle cry.
“Do not mind my sister, she acts like she was raised by wolves.”
“She was,” Ari beats at his chest proudly, “Two lone wolves with their pups!”
“I thought you two were bears, and these are our cubs?” LP sighs. “My family. You either love us, or you can only take us in small doses,” she gives you a wink before walking in between her husbands.
“Bunny help!” Owin shouts, reaching a hand towards the baby.
“Not a chance! I don’t partake in this. Beau, you go.”
“No, I know better than to fight against Eva. Owin? Maybe. Eva? Never.”
“You finally wizened up Beaumont! Fight with me. Join the dark side.”
“Ugh,” you groan, walking over to them. “I guess I’ll join Owie.”
“Oh!” Sheply shouts, excited about you playing around. “Me too! Eva you’re going down!”
“Looks like we now have five children Little One,” Curtis gives his wife a kiss, grabbing up Ari’s hand.
“I like this one,” Curtis watches the four of you in a giant dog pile.
“Compared to what?”
“Good point. Boy has good taste. And,” Ari adds, giving the four of them a smile, “I’m going to like having a little boy around.”
“You know,” Arleigh walks over to her parents, her arms crossed over her chest. “Had you been as welcoming to Beau, that would have been spectacular.”
“Blame your dad. I always liked Beau.”
“I didn’t dislike the kid. I just got my Bunny back, and he was taking her away.”
“Would you guys stop bickering. Let’s get the food out while the wild ones are occupied.”
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Say My Name
A Nace Oneshot where Nancy *really* loves the way Ace calls her name. (Because Alex Saxon makes it sound so damn enticing that I couldn't help myself)
I had always liked my name. Nancy Drew. Not so much Drew anymore, but it sounds better than Nancy Hudson. Or maybe that was just my habits talking.
In any case, I like my name. Nancy.
With the ever-growing confusion regarding my last name, it suited me better to opt for – what I call – the Ace option. Just casually dropping my last name until and unless it's an official or legal requirement.
For the very common folk of Horseshoe Bay, I am Nancy.
Just Nancy.
It was only after I realized and accepted my intense feelings for my best male friend – my partner-in-investigative-work – Ace, I often found my heart skipping a beat at my own name.
Purely because of the way he called it. Nancy. With that adorable lilt at the second 'n'. He probably never even realized that he did it, which made it all the more enticing.
But I would never tell him that.
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I ignored the screaming soles of my feet as I locked up the Claw. It was date night for George and Nick, and despite my best hopes, I was the one left in charge of closing up the seafood restaurant.
How had I ended up here tonight, I wondered sarcastically before a face flashed in my mind.
Ace.
How was it that most of my stupid impulsive decisions nowadays were because of him?
He had opted to lock up for the night, claiming to be happy to do it only if George allowed Amanda to stay with him.
"We haven't seen each other much since we returned from our road trip, and she has been asking me if we could just talk for a while without either of us running off for something or the other," he had said with a shrug.
Now, normally I am not a goody-two-shoes. Or a masochist. But seeing Ace with that utterly adorable little pout made my heart melt, and I jumped in to sacrifice my sanity to let him leave early. To be with his girlfriend, no less.
What can I say? Sometimes, I am just that much of an idiot.
Bess had side-eyed me so hard when I chimed in, I wondered how transparent I had become regarding my feelings for Ace. How did no one else notice?
But then, maybe everybody had noticed it at some point in time and had chosen not to comment on it.
Everybody except Ace. A sigh heaved out of me at that particular thought.
Ace was blissfully unaware. And thank God for that. I didn't need him to hate me for ruining his chances with Amanda. As much as I had rolled my eyes at his dopey smile that first time he had accepted his crush on her—almost endangering George in the process—I did want him to be happy, even if it wasn't with me.
Even if watching him fall for her tore my heart out every time, I thought about it.
Even if I was wrecking myself over him. Every. Damn. Day.
I looked around aimlessly. I only had to mop the floors one last time, and then I could leave. So I got the mop and the bucket— put on some music, and let my mind daydream about a life where I wasn't the girl one-sidedly crushing on her best friend as I let my body move on autopilot.
I didn't even realize that I wasn't alone until I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise, pulling me out of the daydream just before I got kissed.
I whirled around towards the door leading to the locker room to find him standing there.
Ace.
He looked angry. Really angry.
"Ace? What are you doing here? What's wrong?" I asked worriedly. Was someone in danger? Was there an accident or something?
"What's wrong is that I cannot fucking stop thinking about you," he snapped, his soft blue eyes flashing with barely concealed anger.
"What – what are you on about?" I stuttered with surprise.
His nostrils flared delicately. "There I was, with my girlfriend, finally spending some much-needed time together, and my mind kept reminding me that she is not you. That you are you. And that you are here. And I was so distracted by the thought of you being here alone with no one to protect you, should something happen, that I completely missed her telling me that she loved me."
He strode over to where I was standing, grasping onto the mop as if my life depended on it. The weight of his words, the complete and utter disaster of it all hit me at the same time he stopped barely half a foot away.
"Ace— ” I started and stopped. What was I supposed to say? Was there anything I could say that would help? Anything at all? It didn't seem so.
"There she was, looking all hopeful as she told me she loved me, and all I could think of was whether you were safe. Whether I would see you tomorrow." His voice held an undercurrent of fear. And I understood that.
After the Aglaeca and the Wraith and Everett Hudson and the threat of the Road Back still lingering, all of us felt overprotective of each other.
"I am not a marshmallow, Ace. I can take care of myself. At the very least, not drop dead while locking up the Claw," I joked half-heartedly. I admit that I might have intentionally ignored the part where he said he barely paid attention to his girlfriend. Or how my heart skipped several beats at it. I didn't need him more antagonized over my feelings for him.
"That's not the point, and you know it," he snapped. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, before he continued, "my girlfriend told me she loved me, and not only was I distracted enough to miss it, I couldn't even say it back."
He shook his head, eyes still closed, as if he could somehow forget everything that happened. I understood that feeling as well. Sometimes, I wished the same.
"Why?"I asked him softly because I knew that was the part he wanted me to stress on. I knew him well enough to know his cues. I could play along.
He opened his eyes at my question.
"Because, as much as I like Amanda, I don't love her. At least not as she wanted me to. I tried, God knows I tried so damn hard, but I just couldn't," he explained.
I didn't ask him the question on the tip of my tongue again. I merely kept staring at him. Ace knew my cues as well as I did his. If he wanted me to play along, he could as well.
Why?
"She broke up with me, rightly so. She deserves someone who isn't already in love with someone else," he whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the music, "what kind of a pathetic person does that?"
Even then, my heart beating fast enough to rival that of a marathon runner, I stayed silent.
"Nancy." He whispered almost pleading, for what I didn't know.
"I love the way you say my name, "I whispered back as if in a thrall. Completely inappropriate? Perhaps. But a kernel of truth nonetheless.
He raised his hands, cupping my face so softly as if afraid that I would break under his touch. He touched his forehead to mine, his eyes closed again.
A slight tremble shook me at his touch. His breath ghosted over my face. "Say my name again," I whispered to him.
"Nancy."
He shifted his face a tiny bit and kissed my cheek. I closed my eyes at the onslaught of feelings his adoration elicited.
"Nancy," he whispered before kissing my other cheek.
"Nancy."
A kiss on my chin.
"Nancy."
A kiss on my forehead.
"Nancy."
A kiss on my brows.
"Nancy."
A kiss on one eye, and then the other.
"Nancy."
A kiss on my nose.
"Nancy," his voice took on an almost worshipping quality as he whispered my name but didn't lower his mouth to mine.
Tell him, I chided myself. Tell him that he isn't wrong in his feelings for you. Tell him that if he felt condemned about his feelings for you, then you shared the damnation with him.
"I love you, Ace," I said, tears escaping me, my throat raw with emotion, "I have loved you for a while now."
There was so much I wanted to tell him and couldn't. So much he needed to know. Another day, I reasoned with myself. I would tell him another day when we were both far more clear-headed than we were at the moment.
"I know, Nancy," he said softly, nodding his head, "I love you too."
And then he closed the gap between us.
His lips were soft against mine. Unhurried. Moving with a languid assurance that he knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to claim it any longer. I played along with him, slow and steady, our form of normalcy until the heat growing in my body took over.
The kiss turned frantic as soon as I bit on his lower lip. His tongue was in my mouth, claiming me. He wanted everything, and I wanted to give it all to him. My tongue followed his, teasing him to a sensual dance of their own.
His hands, which were previously cupping my face, slid lower until one of them was grasping onto my neck – positioning my head as he wanted – the other grabbing onto my waist, pulling my body closer to his.
I let go of the mop, and it fell on the floor with a clang. I placed my hands on his chest. His heartbeat was strong and steady, if not galloping at a faster pace, under my fingertips. I moved my hands on his body, feeling his muscles flex subtly until one of my hands took a life of its own and decidedly wandered over to his hair, tugging on it as if he could come closer than he already was.
I don't particularly know how long we stayed like that, devouring each other like the last meal, but when we did eventually come up for air, I knew I wouldn't be able to let him go, and I told him as such.
His chuckle was like music to me. I opened my eyes just in time to see his smirk, "after a kiss like that, I should hope not, Nancy."
"Jesus Christ, Ace," I swore, "the way you say my name is my favorite thing."
His used laugh vibrated through me at that, warming my core but you know what? I didn't care.
"That's all?" Ace asked me playfully. No more stoicism. It was almost as if he had pulled back another layer of his surprisingly dazzling personality. I smiled at him in answer.
His answering grin almost knocked me right out. Damn! I really did love this man.
I didn't know what my face showed him, but the grin dropped off his face as he asked, "what's wrong?"
Ah. I must have been emoting the pent-up sadness I had repressed for so long.
I shook my head at him, smiling again. I combed through his hair with my fingers and let all of my affection pour into my voice as I said, "I didn't think I would ever get to do this again."
"Touch my hair?" Ace asked amused, quirking an eyebrow.
"Just be with you. Touch you without having to worry about offending anyone," I explained.
He placed a soft kiss on my forehead, pulling me into a hug, "You never really had any sense of personal space when it came to being near me, Nancy. That was just so you, I never really questioned it further. I was so scared of you putting up defenses against me that I purposefully ignored all the signs. Even when they were glaringly obvious."
He kissed my cheek and said, "I shouldn't have tried as hard as I did to deny my feelings creeping up on me for over a month. And I definitely shouldn't have chosen the easier way out with Amanda."
I shook my head at that. "You did what you thought was right for you," I said, somewhat sadly, "I remember your smile. You told us that she made you bloom."
"She did. For a while."He said. There was a trace of sadness in his voice. It would take time, I knew, for him to stop blaming himself for everything that happened with her.
"Take your time before you move on, Ace. Both of you deserve that respect," I told him.
"I will," he said, a small smile gracing his lips again, "but not tonight." I nodded my acceptance of his decision. Whatever he needed.
"Nancy," he whispered my name in my ear a heartbeat later.
The groan that escaped me was obscene, and I rightfully snapped, "Stop saying my name like that, Ace, if you want to keep your clothes on."
His answering kiss made my blood heat up and my toes curl in my shoes in an instant. I kissed him back with equal fervor. His hands started roaming, and I gasped into his mouth as he cupped my ass. He chuckled in response. A challenge.
Very well, I thought to myself. I dropped my mouth, kissing his neck softly before biting on it. An obscene groan escaped him. I smirked.
Two can play this game, Ace. And I barely got started.
I licked the spot I had bitten.
"I won't be able to even see straight if you keep doing this," his warning rang. I ignored the moan accompanying the statement.
I took half a step away from him and said playfully, "You need some space, Ace?"
"Nancy," he almost growled before yanking my body flush against his again and dropping a searing kiss on my lips.
Dear God, in the heavens above! I loved the way he said my name.
Nancy.
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The proposition
@sweater-daddiesdumbdork asked for "hmm. Gentle fluff or smut, can be both. Whatever your in the mood for babes. Long or short as you would like." Ok I know the story doesn't really fit the gif or the request but I love it so much🥺🥺
Summary - Wilford has a proposition for you and Curtis.
Warnings - smut, virgin reader, blood/cum play, dark themes, technically non con/dub con since it is coercion
Pairing - Curtis Everett x reader
Word count - 3.5k
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You looked at the wooden board contemplating your next move. You had gotten somewhat better at playing, after practicing for so many years. But you still weren’t nearly as good as Wilford.
“Check” You warned and grinned as you trapped his king with your knight.
“Hm” he hummed staring off into the distance. He was really out of it throughout the game.
“Is something wrong?” You spoke casually and felt a shiver go down your spine. Suddenly on edge again.
You often forgot that you’re supposed to hate him. After everything he’s done to so many people, even if he was somewhat kind to you, he was far from a good person.
You never even knew about the state of the tail section. Not until the revolution that happened months ago. Their conditions had gotten considerably better. But they and their leader were still struggling and fighting for their rights.
“Well if you really want to know...” He paused chewing on his finger while he supported the weight of his head with his palm. “There’s Curtis. He’s clearly not happy. He’s making it difficult for me to mould him into a perfect heir.”
“Oh” You let out. The disdain Curtis held for Wilford was really obvious. You had never spoken to him but you accompanied Wilford to several of his meetings. “Maybe you can meet him in the middle? Give into his needs a bit?” You said your voice strained. You didn’t need him second guessing your loyalty.
“I’ve been more than generous with him.” He scoffed “We have to maintain equilibrium. Perfect balance.” He went on his usual lecture taking out your knight with his queen “If only you were a bit smarter... and a man I wouldn’t even need Curtis.” He stated his eyes staring at the board.
“I’m sorry.” You hung your head in shame. Ashamed that you couldn’t be enough to satisfy him, be of any use to him. And that you craved his approval in the first place.
“At the end of the day” He said finally looking at you “How devoted are you? How far would you go for me?” He asked and looked at you expectedly.
“I – I’ll do anything for you sir. You know that.” You stammered. He had yet to ask you to do any tasks for him. Expect for keeping him company. You doubted he'd ask for anything too extreme from you. Not when he had so many skilled people do the job for him.
“That’s all I needed to hear.” He said giving you a chillingly warm smile that highlighted the wrinkles around his eyes.
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Curtis struggled to not punch a hole into a wall to let the anger bubbling inside him out. Every time Wilford called him up to the ‘sacred engine’ it was for something incredibly stupid.
Like fucking tea parties with macaroons or mini sandwiches. The pompous ass called himself ‘A man of taste. That’s how I know you’re special.’
Now Curtis would have to eat those ridiculous cookies or sliders or whatever he serves him and listen to his bullshit.
But he knew that had no right to complain. This was a small price to pay for all the work he had been doing to help HIS people.
They were given five more sections of the train. Proper food and clean water. It was acceptable. But it still wasn’t enough.
He had his own spacious room since he’s 'one of the big guys now'. He felt guilty living in it. To have clean water to shower everyday, have more than enough food to keep him full.
It had been 17 years since he was alone in a room. With his thoughts. Now he got to sleep on his plush mattress all by himself. It should feel good. But he was guilty. He wouldn’t rest until his people got the same privileges. No matter how long it takes.
Wilford agreed to his terms, and negotiated with him for hours, when he had him over a barrel. It was either that or Curtis blows up the train.
The first few weeks were rough. He felt completely hopeless and crushed. Knowing from then on that he could only trust himself in this dog eats dog world. The people he did love and care for were now all dead.
So he did what he had been doing for the past two decades. Threw himself into work and planning with a clear goal in mind.
He finally reached his destination finding Wilford waiting for him. Welcoming him with a smile.
“Why don’t you sit down for a while?” He asked when Curtis merely stood there glaring at him.
“Can we make this quick.” He snapped.
“Why do you have places to be?” Wilford laughed calling for you to come out of the corner. Where you usually stood and watched his meetings take place. He introduced you to Curtis “But you must know her by now.” He inquired raising a grey eyebrow at him.
“Yeah.” Curtis gave you a small nod glaring at you as if he was ready to cut you up then and there. You had no idea why he seemed more angry with you than he did with Wilford.
“Well you’ve been on edge. And you know men have needs...” He trailed off shrugging “You can have her as your own. You’ll need an heir soon enough.” He continued.
Leaving you completely stunned. He wanted to sell you off as if you were a breeding mare.
When your father ‘gave' you to Wilford ,just over 4 years ago, you thought you’d have to do that with him. Keep him satisfied like the prostitutes in section 5 do.
But you were surprised to find that Wilford never really cared much for sex. Not with you or anyone else. He decided to ‘keep' you even went far as to call you a pet. Someone adorably stupid he liked to teach things and impart his wisdom to.
The thought of being with Curtis in that way wasn’t repulsive, not as much as it was with Wilford, but you were sure that he’d hurt you. That he hated your guts.
“That won’t be necessary.” Curtis stated “is that all?” He said completely done with this whole situation. And needing to get out of this place that just stinks of Wilford.
“Now now what’s the rush? Is she not enough? I thought you’d like someone simpler or I would’ve called for a professional.” To which Curtis shook his head dryly laughing at the ridiculous proposition. “Do you have someone else in mind? Someone in the tail section? No one there would be healthy enough to bare a child.”
To which Curtis gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw.
He did you a once over. He could see your curvy and plump figure even through your baggy clothes. That’s what he hated about you the most. The fact that he was so attracted to you. And that you always looked so goddamn irresistible.
“I don’t need a whore.” He spit.
“How about you watch your language and your tone” Wilford frowned “She won’t be a whore. She’ll be the mother of your children. You can marry her if you want to. Not that it would mean anything.” Wilford paused letting him process his words. “I’ll tell you what. You can have any woman you want.”
“How about no?” He snarked even though he knew better.
“I wasn’t really asking.” he sighed. Irritated at just how annoyingly stubborn Curtis could be. “You do this and maybe I’ll be more open to negotiating.”
Curtis shook his head in disbelief and looked at you. You had been quiet the entire time. Just like you always are. He had never heard your voice. He would certainly remember it if he did.
“And you’re okay with this?” He asked you.
Your eyes darted back and forth between both of them. “Ye – yes” You stammered. Feeling as if you were suddenly put on the spot. You didn’t really have much of a choice.
“Does tonight sound good to you?” Wilford asked you and you gave him a small nod. “Well then you should go on and get ready sweetheart” He cooed at you softly and you followed. Looking at Curtis one last time before going back to your room.
“Is this really necessary?” Curtis asked as he watched you leave.
“You’re still in your prime. This is the best time to have a baby that’d healthy. You know what they said better late.”
Curtis stayed for a bit discussing these ‘negotiations' Wilford had promised. But he was sure of one thing. No way in hell is he fucking a front sectioner. Let alone have a kid with one. He wouldn’t be caught dead trying to bring a child in this fucked up world.
You seemed impressionable. He could easily convince you to lie.
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Your roommate Laura helped you pick out a dress for the night. Giving you some pointers on how to please men.
“And don’t forget to remind him to pull out.” She warned. Knowing the penalty for birthing more than one baby, in most cases, is very high. “Oh yeah you wouldn’t need to do that...” She trailed off feeling sympathy for you “Then I’ve heard that you should keep his cum in you for as long as you can. Let gravity do the work.”
You zoned her out. Needing her to stop talking because you were anxious enough.
“Aren’t you nervous though? To be a mom? I’d be terrified.”
Terrified. Yeah that’s what you should be. But you felt eerily calm. “I’m taking it one day at a time. Or I’d go crazy.” You muttered out in response to her.
Your steps were slow as you made your way to Curtis. What happens if he finds you lacking? Or so repulsive that he can’t even get it up. Would Wilford forgive you. How grave would his punishment even be.
You found yourself worrying more for Curtis. Wilford still held a soft spot for you. But as much as he claimed to be smitten by Curtis, it was clear that he held a bias. Like most front sectioners did against the tail Enders.
You knocked on his door before letting yourself in. Looking around for him. His room was, as you expected, much larger than yours. It held a king bed in the middle of it, unlike your twin beds. It was much cleaner and organised as well.
Your eyes fell on an old worn out paper which held what looked like a charcoal drawing. You held it up studying it.
“What the hell are you doing here?” You jumped as you heard him growl. You turned around to see him standing just a few feet away from you, dressed only with a towel hanging low on his hips.
“Uh I’m here for... the...you know...” What the hell were you supposed to call it? Babymaking?
“We won’t be doing that. You will sit there, quietly, for a few hours and leave.” He ordered looking through his dressed for his clothes.
Even though water was abundant to him now, he wasn’t going to be wasteful with it. So he only showered in the evenings. To wash the whole day off of him.
Maybe a part of him knew you’d be here. And wanted to look presentable to him. Which, he knew, was stupid. You’d never see him that way. And he didn’t need to work to impress someone like you.
“We can’t do that.” You mumbled taking in his naked torso. His shoulders were broad and he And you were pleasantly surprised to see just how huge he was.
“Why?” He asked pulling a shirt and some pants out. He looked back at you expecting an answer.
“He – a doctor will be examining me tomorrow. They’ll probably figure it out.” You said hugging yourself to make yourself small. Averting your gaze to avoid the intensity of his eyes.
“Fine then.” He huffed. He looked through the dresser to search for the lotion that came with the room. He could probably use it as lube, get it over with. It wouldn’t be too hard for him to do it and he wasn’t really looking to hurt you either. “Lay down on the bed” He instructed handing you the bottle as you settled on top of his mattress.
He opened his mouth about to tell you to apply it between your legs but then “I’ve never done this before you know. Just thought you should know.” You confessed still unable to look him in the eye.
“What? That’s not possible.” He frowned at you “Aren’t you supposed to be Wilfords whore?” He snapped.
Which set you off. This was the second time today he had called you a whore. “You really think you have the moral high ground to call me that?” you swallowed as he looked taken aback by your words. “I don’t know what I am to Wilford. What I do know is – if we don’t do as he says we’ll have to pay.”
“I’ll take my chances.” He scoffed.
“Don’t. You’ll regret it.” You said gravely. Shedding off your clothes. There was no point in prolonging it. “Can we turn the lights off?” You asked.
“No.” He let out as he looked at your dress. Bunched up around your waist. Giving him a generous look at your thick thighs.
He loosened his towel a bit as he felt himself harden at just the thought of you naked.
He hadn’t been with a woman in decades. Too afraid to bring a child in this world. There were offers from many to suck him off. But he was never particularly interested. He took care of himself as hastily and as quietly as he could, in his bunk late at night.
Despite everything, how lucky he was right now to have the things he had, how far he had come, he had also suffered a lot. Gave up a lot. Maybe he deserved something he took just for himself.
He dropped his towel onto the floor, revealing his erection to you. He climbed on the bed and crawled to you.
You stared at his long length, how scary and angry it looked pressed hard against this taut abs. “I uh what do I do with this?” You asked looking at the lotion.
“Forget about it.” He tossed the bottle away and worked on rolling your panties down your legs.
You shivered as cold air touched your exposed core. “Oh” You gasped as you felt his fingers nudge your warm folds.
“Off with this too.” He demanded taking your dress off your head.
You quickly brought your hands up to cover your exposed chest. Shifting in your place. The reality of the situation suddenly hit you. This was really happening. It was all too quick. There wasn’t nearly enough time for you to process your emotions.
He pushed you on your back and quickly settled between your legs. Smelling a whiff of your arousal. He knew he was being hasty. If he wasn’t patient it would be over too soon. But he was so damn hard he felt as he’d bust right then and there. He rolled his hips into the mattress to relieve some of the pressure from his groins.
He groaned at the sight of your naked body above him. Your soft stomach, your breast laid flat as your chest heaved. He dove in for a taste. Pleased with just how wet you already were and at the way you squirmed. He almost let himself believe that you wanted him. That you were so aroused just for him.
But he knew better than to believe that. It was far from the truth. You were just as forced into this situation as he was. He was just trying to make the best of it.
Before he could eat you properly you lightly pushed at his head. “Wait.” Your voice scratchy. You propped yourself on your elbows so you could look at him “I don’t... want it to hurt. Please.” You pleaded.
“That depends on how much you cooperate.” He threatened and you laid back. You whimpered as he sucked your clit, wrapping his mouth around it. He pushed a finger inside you and then another. Holding a hand flat on your stomach to stop you from moving. It was different than when you played with yourself with your fingers.
You cried out loud for the whole train to hear when he rolled your bundle of nerves between his fingers while fucking you with his tongue. You came on his tongue. Feeling more intense than you had ever before.
He lapped up everything you gave him. Not wanting to waste a single drop. He trailed kisses up your nipping just under your breasts and wrapping his lips around one dark hard bud. He sucked it harshly gently pulling on your other nipple, just to get a reaction out of you. You whimpered cradling his head close to your chest.
All too soon he released your nipple and supported his weight on his forearms to look down at you.
You looked so perfectly dazed. Staring at him hazily through your hooded eyes. Your lips bruised and bleeding. Were you biting them so hard to keep, and fail, from making those singular noises?
He couldn’t help it. He knew he’d regret it the second he thought of it. But he needed to know what your mouth tasted like. He nibbled on your bottom lip for a bit before capturing your lips for a kiss.
His first one as far as he can remember. He wondered if he was your first kiss too. He tilted his head to get an angle that would allow him to explore your mouth the best. Moaning into it he brought his hands up to cradle your face. Somehow kissing your mouth felt more intimate than kissing your cunt.
He finally pulled away so you could both breathe. He took in a few deep breathes before nudging your lips with his tip, before seething himself into you.
He was deliberately slow. Drawing out the pleasure for both of you because he didn’t want to hurt you. Far from it. He wanted you to scream his name just like you were minutes before.
He groaned into your ear as he bottomed out. Giving you all the time you needed to adjust to his length. He pulled your earlobe between his teeth. Snaking a hand beneath your hips he raised them so he could thrust deeper inside you.
You mewled and moaned under him, chanting his name as if it was a prayer, as he slowly rutted into you. He wondered, if it was because of him. Or it wouldn’t really make much of a difference to you of it was some front sectioners cock instead of his.
Your walls were so snug and tight around him. He knew he wouldn’t last long. He tried to think of all the work he had to do, hell even thought of Wilford just to hold off.
But he couldn’t. Not with the way you were squeezing him. He quickly pulled out and stroked himself to completion. Ropes of his cum painted your stomach. He felt strangely possessive at that. As if he marked you as his own.
He sat up on his knees, looking down at you and stroking your thighs, he admire his work.
“What did you do?” You asked as you felt his warm spend on your stomach. It had been feeling so good for you, you were almost at the edge when he pulled out. You knew he was supposed to finish inside you.
He didn’t bother to answer you before his broad shoulders nudged the inside of your thighs to fit him. He lapped up at your cunt again. Determined to bring you off at least once more. He moaned at the tangy taste of your blood, and your juices mixed with his.
It didn’t take long for him to work up your sensitive and overworked folds and cunt. This orgasm was somehow more intense, if that was even possible.
Curtis settled beside you. Wiping his mouth off with his hand he turned off the light. He thought about asking you to go back to your room.
But then you curled up against his arm, wrapping your little hands around it. You settled your head in the crook of his neck. He would get up later to clean you both up later. Right now he just needed to commit this moment to memory. So he’d never forget it.
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When Stars Ignite - Chapter 2
HPHM Rockstar AU
A/N:
General Warning: This whole fic has a general warning of being NSFW / 18+. We will give specific warnings for every chapter in itself, but several adult themes will be more or less present in every chapter, may it be explicitly or in mention. These include sexual topics, drug abuse, (ab)use of alcohol, smoking and a whole lot of cursing.
Specific Warning: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of drug abuse, swearing, suggestive NSFW content
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Find the masterpost here, the previous chapter here and the next one here. The songs featured before every chapter can be found on this pretty badass playlist here.
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This work is a collaboration with @the-al-chemist
Taglist: @slytherindisaster
No, we won't tell a soul where we gone to
Girl, we do whatever we want to
Ah, I love the way that you do me
Cherry, babe, you really get to me
~ Neil Diamond - Cherry, Cherry ~
It had already been pretty late when they had finally left the O2 arena and made their way into the heart of the city. They’d just had enough time to order something to eat at one of their favourite restaurants at the still bustling Heron Tower before last orders were called.
None of them being in the mood to go home just yet, they had taken a cab to Mayfair for an opportunity to wind down from the high of their show. Ethan had wanted to join them, but had waved them away after checking his phone, mumbling something about a lot of work waiting for him in the morning.
No one was particularly sad about Skye’s dad opting out, however; they were currently making their way past the line of people queuing up in front of the nightclub they had chosen for the evening. Orion wasn’t a fan of crowded dancefloors and music he didn’t like blaring so loudly he couldn’t hear his own thoughts, but had bowed to the will of the others.
Many people considered the glitz and glamour that came with being famous as a perk; he just found it shallow and irritating. However, he was still too wound up to just return to his flat; he hadn’t seen his friends in weeks and was looking forward to properly catching up with them. Even if it wasn’t his preferred location for sharing talk and laughter, nothing was perfect after all.
As expected, music washed over them the moment they entered the building and the air grew increasingly warmer as they were led deeper into the bowels of the club. He could see Everett checking out the women on the dancefloor as they walked past, while Lizzie was slightly nodding her head to the music; naturally, she wasn’t able to resist a compelling beat.
The uncomfortably loud volume lessened to a more agreeable level when they arrived at their designated table in the private area. Their first round of drinks hadn’t even arrived yet, when Everett rose from his seat again and left for the dancefloor; none of them had any desire to join him. Lizzie had been considering it for a moment, but Orion knew how exhausted she must be from their performance. His own muscles were burning with fatigue, he could only imagine how she must feel.
Unsurprisingly, there were a lot of stories to tell; before their break, they had spent every day together for months on end, making a span of four weeks feel like an eternity and a blink of an eye at the same time. Skye was telling them about the side project she had started with her brothers while Merula spoke about her dabbling into poetry. Lizzie had spent the whole four weeks in the States with her brother and had brought back quite an assortment of stories to tell.
Orion himself had travelled a fair bit as well; there was nothing sparking his creativity like visiting new places with a clean and open mind. Thanks to a surge of inspiration, the songs for their next album were coming along greatly. Although they were still far from what Orion considered good enough to openly share them, he was satisfied with the progress.
When Everett returned after some time, the atmosphere cooled noticeably. Hanging from his arm was a girl with long brown hair, who was looking at Everett as if he was Keith Richards and Kurt Cobain combined. She was dolled up to a ridiculous degree, with heels as high as her dress was short.
Glancing down at her simple dark jeans and top, Lizzie chuckled to herself. “Now I feel underdressed.”
“If anyone is underdressed, that would be her,” Merula muttered, eyeing the hem of the girl’s dress, which barely covered her bum, with an arched eyebrow.
As she and Everett sat down next to Lizzie, the contrast between the girl’s artificial look and Lizzie’s more natural beauty couldn’t have been greater. Orion would probably never stop wondering why women felt the need to distort their looks in such a way.
Real beauty was not something to be put on and worn on display, forced about with flashy jewellery and an absurd amount of makeup; it was like light shining from the inside. It illuminated everything around it, drawing eyes without even trying to.
Their conversations all but ceased as Everett started boasting about their band’s success, his impact on their music and the solo career he had been fantasising about ever since Orion could remember.
Orion had to bite back a laugh as he saw Skye mimicking Everett’s expression when he didn’t look her way. Granted, he was a passable guitarist and talented singer. None of the other band members had the way of enticing the crowd and holding their attention like Everett did; nor did any one of them want to. He was about show and performance, the way he liked to celebrate himself all smoke and mirrors, but this didn’t stop his act increasingly getting on all of their nerves.
Everett didn’t use to be that way back when he had joined Equinox; while he had always been a charismatic guy, their continuous success had started getting to his head. Judging by his erratic gestures and slurred speech, Orion wouldn’t bet on alcohol being the only thing he had coursing through his system and clouding his view on things at the moment.
It wasn’t long, however, before Everett eventually decided he'd had enough of them.
Ignoring the annoyed looks of his friends, he and his girl had started making out right next to them. After a while she giggled, pulled on his sleeve and whispered something into his ear. Without sparing them so much as another glance, Everett got up and pulled her along towards the exit. There was a collective sigh going through the group after they had left.
“Fuck it, a few more minutes and she’d taken her bra off,” Merula muttered.
Lizzie shuddered. “No need, it’s not like she was wearing one.”
Skye shook her head. “I don’t get it, what do they all see in him? He’s not even that good looking.”
“You don’t find any man good looking,” Lizzie answered wryly while taking a sip of her almost empty drink.
“Fair enough,” Skye shot back, blowing her a kiss over the table. Lizzie rolled her eyes, but had to laugh anyway.
“I see what you mean, though,” she continued a moment later. “He’s been getting downright nasty lately. The way he was talking to Charlie during the feedback round? That was so unnecessary; a little more and Charlie might have hit him.”
“He’d never,” Skye chuckled. “It takes more than Ev to rile someone like Charlie up. That would be like Orion punching someone.”
They laughed at the ridiculousness of that idea. Skye was right though, Lizzie thought. While Charlie had been offended at suggesting his work wasn’t absolutely flawless and up to his own standard, it wasn’t like him to lose his cool over something like that.
“Like anyone pursuing what they love with a passion, Charlie does care about his work deeply,” Orion picked the conversation up again, “it is only natural to feel defensive when attacked. When you pour your heart and soul into something, it doesn’t matter if the results or yourself are doubted; it comes down to the same thing.”
“Maybe, but Charlie’s attitude is causing problems,” Merula said glumly. “As much as I hate to admit it, Ev is right; the pyros are a joke since Charlie’s doing two jobs at the same time.”
Lizzie immediately jumped to her friend’s defence. “It’s only temporary; he’ll concentrate on sound as soon as a proper replacement is found.”
Merula snorted in response. “I’m not sure there is anyone Charlie would be happy with who’s not himself.”
“Giving up something you love to the care of someone else is no easy feat,” Orion conceded, “but Murphy said it himself, they have a new applicant in for an interview tomorrow. If they meet him with an open mind, maybe we’ll have the newest member of our crew faster than we think.”
Merula’s answer was cut short by the waitress approaching their table carrying a fresh round of drinks. She handed them out and was about to leave, when she turned around again. Hesitating for a moment, she blushed a little, the change in her skin colour barely visible in the dimmed lights of the nightclub.
“Excuse me if I’m rude or anything, I really don’t want to disturb you,” she mumbled, looking visibly flustered, “but you are the guys from Equinox, aren’t you? The rock band?”
Skye grinned. “Right you are. You a fan?”
The waitress’s eyes lit up. “A fan? Are you kidding? I adore your music! I’ve got tickets for your show tomorrow and can’t wait! It’s such an honour to have you here tonight.”
“That’s sweet of you to say,” Lizzie smiled, idly stirring her cherry margarita with the cherry that had come as decoration.
The eyes of the waitress followed the swirls she was creating in the dark liquid. She was visibly gathering her courage before blurting out, “Is it true what’s written on your website? On your character profile?”
Lizzie raised her eyebrows in confusion. “Pardon me?”
The girl started blushing again. “In the misc-section, you know. They’ve written you could tie a cherry stem with your tongue; I’ve never met anyone who can do that.”
Now it was Lizzie’s turn to blush and hide her face behind her hand; sitting directly next to her, Orion could see that she was laughing behind her fingers.
“I knew I should have never told anyone about this,” she sighed, “I had no idea Ethan had them put this on my damn profile.”
“Shut up, you can’t really do that,” Skye exclaimed incredulously. “No way that’s true.”
Lizzie furrowed her brow. “Of course it is.”
“You never told me about that.”
“Why would I?”
“Then why did you tell dad?”
“He asked,” Lizzie shrugged.
Now it was Merula’s turn to look incredulous. “Ethan asked you if you could tie a cherry stem?”
Lizzie snorted. “He asked if I could do a party trick.”
Skye crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned back in her seat. She nodded at the cherry between Lizzie’s fingers. “Prove it.”
Amused, Lizzie tilted her head. “What, right now?”
“Scared I’ll call you out, Jameson?”
Her eyes sparkling in prospect of a challenge, Lizzie plucked the stem off the cherry and twirled it between her fingers. “Watch it, Parkin.”
She flashed the still sceptical looking Skye a mischievous grin before she let the cherry stem disappear behind her lips. She knew everyone was watching her intently and Orion could see she was trying not to smirk.
He himself was so concentrated on whether she would succeed or not, he was caught completely off guard when he suddenly felt Lizzie’s hand coming to rest on his knee beneath the table. His breath hitched as she was squeezing it lightly. He had to bite his cheek as her fingers started grazing the inside of his thigh in slow circles, her hand steadily dancing higher and higher. All the while, she was keeping a straight face, her blue eyes fixed on Skye.
Orion couldn’t believe what she was doing; he took a deep breath that came out a lot shakier than he had meant it to.
Just before he had to stop her wandering fingers, she retracted her hand abruptly. Her eyes flickering towards him for the briefest of moments, she pursed her lips and pulled the now doubly tied cherry stem from between them in a deliberately slow motion. With a confident smile, she flicked it at Skye, whose jaw had dropped open.
“Teach me,” was all she managed to say before Lizzie broke into laughter.
“That’s my secret technique, Parkin; I’m not sharing.”
Lizzie leaned back in her seat, visibly satisfied with herself. Judging by the devilish smile playing around her lips, it was not only because she had proven Skye wrong.
Orion closed his eyes for a moment and brushed his hair out of his face to give his fingers something to do. While Lizzie and Skye were bantering back and forth, Orion was counting to fifty in his head in an attempt to reign his thoughts in again.
Just when he thought he had himself back under control again, Lizzie leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand while appearing to listen to Merula attentively. What the others could not see was her using her shift in position to press her leg against his. The cheeky smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth was hidden by her hand, only visible to him.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Orion moved himself out of her reach. “As much as I would love to stay with you, my friends, I’m afraid tonight’s show has taken more of a toll on me than I thought,” he explained at Merula’s and Skye’s confused expressions; Lizzie was merely blinking at him innocently. “If you don’t mind, I’ll head back home to get some well deserved rest.”
Without waiting for any of them to reply, Orion quickly turned around and left for the exit, all the while feeling Lizzie’s eyes on his back.
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Warm You
PAIRING: Curtis Everett X Reader
WORDS: ~900
SUMMARY: You’re freezing and seeking comfort. Will Curtis help you out
WARNINGS: Light swearing, dystopian themes, angst (sort of). Hey man it’s about Snowpiercer lol.Soft!Curtis
A/N: This is my second submission for the #shamelesshoesforchris challenge by the two amazing blogs: @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18! I used two prompts in this bad boy: 1. Huddling for warmth and “Please don’t go.”
This is my first fic for Curtis and first fic really dealing with a lot of angst. (Y’all know how much I like my fluff!) But I genuinely enjoyed writing this and I definitely want to delve into Curtis’s world a bit more later.
Reblogs/Comments/Likes so appreciated and adored.
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You could see your breath come out in shallow puffs of smoke as you pulled your legs closer to your chest. You were trying, and failing to will yourself warmer. It wasn't that you weren't used to the cold. After all, you had spent over half your life on the Snowpiercer. But that night, huddled on your bed, the temperature seemed to be much worse.
You pulled your thin coat around your waist as you clung your arms around your legs, hoping that would help you out. Your teeth chattered together like a toy monkey clashing its symbols together. Muscles in your arms and legs ached from the constant shivering. Nothing was working and you let out a frustrated groan, leaning your head on the back of your bunk. You had all of your clothes on (the few you had to begin with), and an extra blanket you had managed to trade another person for three days worth of food rations. Still you froze.
You heard Edgar huff above you and you heard him shuffle around. You let out an involuntary whimper. That's when Edgar swung his face down to you, anger evident on his face.
"Will you shut it? We're all cold, we're gonna continue t'be cold. An' no amount'a bitchin' an' moanin' is gonna change that." He whispered in an exhausted tone and pulled his head back away.
You wanted to yell at him, be aggressive back but you held back your words. Ass that he was, you knew he was also right. Plus, you didn't want to be the start of a fight in the boxcar. Tensions were already extremely high as there were rumors and whispers of a revolution starting again.
You laid down and clutched yourself in, if that was possible. Still visibly shaking, you looked over to the bunk opposite of you and saw Curtis. He looked just as miserable, albeit freezing more quietly than you were able. You wondered... An idea formed in your head and you quickly got up from your bunk and walked the couple of steps over to his. Sliding the curtain back a bit, you started to dip down to get next to him when he stopped you.
"What're you doin'." He sounded half asleep but you knew he hadn't been fully. Years on the train with general noises and predators kept everyone from sleeping soundly, learning to keep their senses alert.
"I'm freezing and you are too. We should huddle together."
"What? Go back to sleep."
Curtis and you were not exactly friends. You tolerated each other, in so much that you were forced to be, given the cramped space. You found him arrogant and brooding and he found you to be a pain in the ass. You challenged each other on decisions. Otherwise, you two mostly stayed out of each others way. You knew you could never truly hate him though. Back when you first got on the train, when you were too terrified and too vulnerable, Curtis had come to your aid fighting off some attackers. After that, Curtis would always be endeared to you. He was a man with complicated edges, but in rare moments, you saw the person he might have been 17 years ago, before the never ending cold, before the train.
"Can't sleep." You pouted. "Too cold."
A grunt came from inside the bunk. You didn't know if that was approval or not but you didn't give him a chance to stop you. Sliding in, Curtis looked like he was trying to mould himself into the wall to avoid touching you. You snorted a bit at him as you went to lay down.
"The point in sharing warmth is to be close to each other."
Curtis eased himself off of the wall and more towards you, but his body still felt stiff against you. You both laid there for a second, clearly noticing the awkward situation you two were in. There was no way you'd be able to sleep with that much tension. 'This was a stupid idea' you thought to yourself. You pulled forward and moved towards getting out.
"Look sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I'm just gonna--"
"Shit… Wait I… please don't go." He said so softly you almost missed it.
Curtis placed a hand on your shoulder and you felt surprised at the vulnerability in his voice. You turned around and those crystal blue eyes were looking at you with an almost tenderness that kind of broke your heart. Slipping back in, you snuggled against him, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards him. The warmth of his body radiated through and you instantly felt yourself beginning to thaw. You sighed in contentment. It was the first that you could remember in a long time when you weren't freezing, terrified, or angry.
You could feel his lips in your hair and it sent shivers down your body. A yawn escaped you, finally feeling comfortable enough to sleep. You didn't want to think about what this meant for you and Curtis, if anything. People like yourselves in the last train car didn't have the luxury of thinking about the possibility of love. Love was dangerous. Love meant they could take something from you, hold it against you, and have you break into so many pieces.
For then, for that night, you would just simply revel in the warmth that another body was able to provide.
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A Bridgerton Rant
Not that I needed encouragement to rant but @constantvigilante here we go...
First lets talk background as I think it matters for how I experienced Bridgerton. I read extensively in the Regency Romance genre. Like at least 20 books a year if not more. I have read and not particularly enjoyed 2 1/2 Bridgerton novels. I am a huge Jane Austen fan. I am writing my own Regency romance series and have done a lot of research into the time period. I also adore historic dramas of any time period.
I should be the target audience for this series.
Except I’m not.
Bridgerton is not a show for Regency aficionados, Janeites, or costume drama fans. It is a show specifically designed NOT to be a “regular” period drama. A show that from it’s costumes, to it’s characters, and story telling, is actively trying to break the mold.
But I LIKE the mold!
I desperately want more shows and series like the 1995 P&P or North and South or even Downton Abbey (which for all its soapiness is still a show grounded in a historical period). Instead I get Bridgerton.
Bridgerton with it’s hyper-saturated colors, it’s ridiculous dialogue, it’s vague historic period, and general fantasy feeling. Bridgerton, which feels so far from the Regency period that it might as well be a spin-off of Reign. The worst thing is that since Bridgerton is successful it will encourage copycats and diminish the chance of having good period dramas in the future. I just googled “Best Period Dramas” and Bridgerton was top of the list. Ugh.
To be fair this problem does not start with Bridgerton. It’s just part of a larger trend in the costume drama genre. I’m just grumpier about it because it’s Regency romance. This year gave us two Jane Austen adaptations in Sanditon and Emma. and both had elements of the issues that plague Bridgerton though neither at the same scale.
So what did I not like? Buckle up buttercup here we go.
General Ahistorical-ness- The series tries to center itself in a specific time period, they even give us the year 1813, and then proceed to ignore the time period. No mentions of Napoleon, a guy that at the very least the Prince would care about since Bonaparte is killing all his countrymen while he dances with Daphne. We get Queen Charlotte but no Prince Regent (the guy the period is named for) or any of the other royals. No mention of the War of 1812 or the Peninsular War. No mention of anything that would ground it in a place or time. Compare this to something like Poldark or Outlander where the characters are actively engaged in the world they live in. Bridgerton doesn’t exist in the Regency world, it just put on the trappings of it.
Ungrounded/Fantasy (except when it’s not)- I do think that the ungrounded nature of the story is on purpose. We are meant to be swept away into this fantasy land of pretty dresses, hot dukes, pop-music ballrooms, and consequence free sex (for the guys at least) Even the weather gives us a vague “summer” feeling (never mind that the London season took place in the Winter and into Spring and that by summer everyone was out of the capital because it was hot and stinky). I have argued before that the literary Regency romance genere is way more fantasy than reality and this aspect is in the books. So I guess I shouldn’t knock it for this. EXCEPT they had to go and add the pregnant debutante subplot.
The books don’t have a subplot about a girl needing to marry fast because she is pregnant because lbh it’s too real for a light romance read with a fake dating plot. By adding it the show just highlights the bizarre fantasy of the Bridgerton world. Maria (is that her name?) is literally shown the “poor people” to encourage her to get married fast. If we are going to be in fantasy lets live in the fantasy. Like the cartoonish element and the half-hearted commitment to a time period it creates a dissonance for me.
Costumes- A ton of work and effort was put into the costumes and they are in many way beautiful. But they are also just pure aesthetic. Bright colors (very bright), overblown trim, not a bonnet in sight (I cannot say how much this annoys me). This was not a case of not knowing the period but a stylistic choice. They kept a Regency silhouette but actively used colors, fabrics, and the like that had not even been invented by 1813. Contrast this with Emma. where they gave us a very bright aesthetic while also being highly accurate to the time period (like ridiculously accurate costumes).
Dances and music- Literally it’s Reign all over again. From the type of random couple dancing to the use of pop music covers by a string quartet. Bonus we get an outdoor ball at Vauxhall... guess the actual building with the ballroom was full.. smh. The choices are deliberate. They don’t want it to feel like a Regency ball room. Too which I ask “Then what is the point of the historical setting?”
Proprieties- They ignore all the rules of the time. Except when they need them to move the plot forward. For example Simon and Daph have to marry because the scandal of them being caught in the garden. But they were alone in several other scenes in circumstances that, at the time, would have caused the same scandal. There are lots of other instances but I imagine they are the kinds of little things that only someone obsessed with the genre notices. Also no bonnets or hats of any kind...shocking!
Cartoonish- I found the whole thing to be a caricature of the time. The costumes, over saturated colors, and bad CGI of buildings contributed to this. But there were also scenes like “ the gentleman callers” that showed massive rooms just filled with guys holding presents as a means to telegraph “this girl is popular”. Because subtlety is dead in this version of a “period drama”. This could have worked if they were going for an over the top “Importance of Being Earnest” (with Firth and Everett) vibe. But the acting and script were played straight so it was dissonant. I felt like they wanted me to really believe that this was how things worked back then.
All Regency girls are prudes- I know this is an artifact from the original novels but I feel the show plays it up by having Eloise be like “but how is a baby made” and making it a plot point that girls are left in the dark. Eloise’s mother had her babies at home and she would likely have seen farm animals. Plus girls then would be told exactly how and why to guard their virtue and would have experienced other women being pregnant.
Look I get that most people think that sex education was minimal back then but the truth is that they had erotic novels, drawings, sex manuals, and the upper class were more sexually liberated than is generally thought. Anthony sleeping with an opera singer is accurate. But it would be equally accurate for Lady Bridgerton to have a guy she met up with on the regular just for sex. The upper class weren’t prudes. Like there was a trend for awhile where the women would wear white gowns and get them damp so they were practically translucent. They did this at dinner parties. The Georgians (the Regency occurs at the end of the Georgian period) were not the Victorians.
Okay that’s probably enough. I only got halfway through episode 4 so there are likely other things I could quibble with (and I am well aware that some of this is quibbling). I am glad that other people like the show. I’m happy they are happy. But I really hope that the next Regency related media I see is not more of the same. So help me if the new Persuasion starts being marketed as “edgy” or a “reimagining” I just might cry.
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Close My Eyes (5)
I close my eyes and I make believe
You’re the one that’s holding me
Gif cred. @sdmngifs
Pairing: WillNE x Reader
Word Count: 1.8k+
Pronouns: She/Her
A/N: Final chapter.
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Y/n stared at herself in the mirror. This was finally happening, she was going to get her happy ending. Y/n stared at herself in the mirror, she wore a white gown, her hair and makeup were done. She was going to be Mrs. Lenney later tonight.
It had been a couple of years since Will and Y/n got together. They were now in their later 20's. When planning out their wedding, Will had been so kind. Y/n had as much control as she wanted over the wedding. She decided to get married at the Temperate House and Nash Conservatory in Kew Gardens, so that's where they were.
"Y/n, someone wants to speak to you!" The h/c bride pulled herself out of her thoughts, turning to see her maid of honor. Gaby was dressed in her bridesmaid gown while she held her phone out to Y/n/ Glancing at the caller ID, Y/n noticed the name 'Will'. She took the phone, muttering a small 'thank you' to her friend.
"Hi, Will. Miss me already?" Y/n stepped away from the window, moving to look out the window.
"Of course I do," Will could be heard on the call. "Y/n, I know how your engagement ended last time. I just want to make sure that you know you don't have to get married if you don't want to. I hope you don't think I'm trying to force you to marry me, I love you. If you wanna call the wedding because you don't wanna do it, I understand."
"You're not getting cold feet on me, are you?"
"For you? Never."
"Will, do you plan to emotionally, verbally, and physically abuse me?"
"Never. I could never hurt you, N/n."
Y/n smiled to herself. She knew it was the right choice to carry on with the wedding. "Then I know I want to marry you, William Lenney. I love you. You've always made me feel safe, protected, and loved."
"I love you too, Y/n."
"I'll see you soon, my husband."
Will felt butterflies in his stomach when Y/n said those last two words. He was going to be her husband. He was the happiest he could be.
When it was finally time to walk to the pastor and Will, Y/n was excited. She was going to be married to the man she loved. The man she had known since forever.
As Y/n stepped out to walk down the aisle, everyone's attention was turned to her. Will could feel himself getting teary-eyed at the sight of her. She was gorgeous. This was actually happening. He was going to have a future with this woman.
The wedding went smoothly. When the couple reached their vows, Y/n had to fight back sobs from how happy she was. Will kept himself from crying, but his eyes were still glossy. As soon as the pastor spoke those final words, "you may now kiss the bride," Will pulled Y/n in for the most passionate kiss he could give her.
After the wedding, everyone had left, leaving the newlyweds alone to get a few photos together and to just have time to themselves before their reception.
"This all feels so strange," Y/n held her husband's hand in hers as they walked through the garden. "But it's a good strange."
"It feels amazing." Will couldn't even focus on the garden, he was much more interested in his wife.
"It does. But it's still crazy to think we wouldn't be here if he wasn't an idiot." Will knew exactly who Y/n was speaking about. He was happy she didn't bother to mention his name on their wedding day.
"No, I think we'd be here. I think if he never showed up in the first place, we would've been married sooner."
Y/n's smile widened. "God, I love you, Will."
"I love you, Y/n."
After getting their photos taken, Y/n had left Will be to go and change out of her wedding dress into something lighter she'd be able to party in.
"How does it feel to be, Mrs. Lenney?" Gaby had helped Y/n out of her wedding gown.
"Gaby, I'm so happy. Everything feels right. This is what I wanted in life," Y/n smiled as she picked up a white dress she got when choosing out her wedding dress.
"I'm so happy for you, Y/n. You're like a sister to me. You deserve happiness after what that cunt put you through last time."
Y/n shuddered at the thought of Everett. "That's the second time he's been mentioned today. I don't think I wanna keep mentioning him, especially today."
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that." Gaby let out a short sigh, "I'll put your wedding gown up."
"Thank you, Gaby."
"Anything for you, Y/n," Gaby smiled at her friend.
When everyone met back up at the reception, Will couldn't help but smile at his wife. "Somehow there isn't a moment when you aren't gorgeous."
"I hope you'll still be saying that in 40 years when I'm old and gray," Y/n smiled at her husband, pulling him in for a kiss.
"I'll tell you that every day to remind you how much I adore you," Will muttered quickly, leaning his forehead against Y/n's as soon as they ended their kiss.
"I think it'd just be easier to remind me how much you love me every day."
"I can do that too," Will grinned.
After a bit of bantering and getting settled, everyone was seated at their assigned seats. Will decided to make a small speech to the crowd soon after it seemed everyone was ready for the reception to start.
"Hello everyone, I'd like to thank you all for coming to celebrate Y/n and my wedding." Will stood up from his seat, an excited grin was spread on his face as he spoke, "I am beyond happy to now be able to call Y/n my wife. She means everything to me. I don't know where I'd be today if I hadn't met her. With every day that goes by, I'm happy to say she's so important to my life. Y/n, I love you. You don't know how lucky I am to have you as my wife."
Y/n could feel her eyes water from Will's short speech. She had always felt so loved by him. She had muttered a small 'love you,' to him as she smiled at her husband.
As the night continued on, everyone had been served dinner. One thing Y/n had noticed throughout the night was how Gaby and George seemed to be getting really close. Y/n had even pointed it out to her husband.
"I think they'll end up hooking up by the end of the night," Will whispered into Y/n's ear during their fifth dance.
"As much as Gaby is a hookup type of girl, I think she'll end up wanting to get in a relationship with George. She's been talking about settling down with someone. I think they'd make an amazing couple." Y/n replied, her head was buried in the crook of Will's neck as he held her close.
"It'd be interesting to see them in a relationship. They're so different yet they also have a lot in common."
"That's what I was thinking," Y/n pulled away from the crook of her husband's neck to look up at him.
As soon as the dance had ended, Gaby had appeared on the dancefloor. "Hi Will, I'm gonna have to steal Mrs. Lenney for this next dance." Before Will could respond, Gaby had already pulled Y/n away, placing her hands on Y/n's waist as the next dance began. "You won't believe what just happened to me five minutes ago."
"You're pregnant?"
"Not yet, luckily. I don't think I'll ever be ready for kids," Gaby blew a hair out of her face. "George asked me out."
Y/n grinned, "Will and I were just talking about how close you two were acting tonight."
"When did you guys notice?"
"We thought you two looked cute when you guys walked down the aisle together before me, we noticed at the reception."
"Well I hope we'll be able to have a few more dates after the first, I've always thought George was attractive." Gaby glanced over Y/n's shoulders, making eye contact with the boy they were talked about that very moment. George stood by the tables, speaking to Will, he kept his eyes on Gaby.
"How long have you been crushing on him?"
"I'm guessing I realized it was a crush about four months ago."
"Well, the newlyweds think you two would make a great couple." Y/n giggled, "Thank you for being my friend, Gaby."
"Not to steal from your husband's speech or anything, but I don't know where I'd be without you, Y/n."
"Remember when we were younger and we made a promise to each other that if we reached 35 and neither of us was married, we get married?"
"I guess that's not gonna be happening now." Gaby grinned as she spoke.
"Well, maybe you'll end up marrying George," the bride winked playfully at her bridesmaid.
"Maybe I will." Gaby smiled at her friend, "But enough about my relationships. On to the next topic I wanted to speak to you about, who are you naming your first kid after, and do I get to be the godparent?"
The night followed with Y/n and Will cutting their cake together and a bit more partying. Will had made a couple of jokes about shoving Alex's face into a slice of cake like he had done years ago on one of the first Eboys videos. (He didn't shove Alex's face into cake tonight, don't worry.)
But Will also had one more wedding surprise to give to Y/n. While Y/n was able to sort everything she wanted about the wedding, Will had asked for permission to have one surprise for her.
When the surprise was ready, Will had asked for everyone to come outside. On their way out, Y/n had tried to figure out what the surprise was. A new car? A celebrity was here? What did will do?
For a moment, nothing happened once everyone was outside. But everyone's attention had been pulled to the sky when a firework had been set off. Y/n's face lit up brighter than the fireworks that had started to go off.
"I can't believe you did this for me," she smiled, turning to face his husband.
"Of course, I did. I know you love fireworks." Will smiled down at his wife, "I love you Y/n Lenney."
"I love you, Will Lenney." Y/n felt her lips connect with Will's for another sweet kiss. When the kiss had ended, Y/n had noticed something else. People were holding sparklers now. "I don't know how you've sorted this all out. I'd say I'd marry you for doing this, but I already have."
Both of them knew that very moment, there wasn't any chance they wouldn't end what they had. This is all either of them wanted. Y/n wanted Will. Will wanted Y/n. They both had each other. They had their happy endings.
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Us and Andie Ch. 13
Summary: Bucky works as an Avenger because it’s what’s right. He feels he has sins he’ll never be able to make up for, but he’ll spend the rest of his life trying. However, his life takes an unexpected turn when he comes across Andie, the daughter of recently divorced Y/N. The life he had once “maintained” in hopes of surviving changes as his heart warms for a tough-as-nails nurse and her wonderful daughter.
Pairing: Bucky x Singleparent!Reader
Word Count: 3276 words
Series Masterlist - Masterlist
A/N: Victims come from all experiences. Sometimes we can’t tell who they are at first glance and it takes time to understand where they’re coming from. If you ever need someone to talk to, know my inbox is always open.
“None of this makes sense.” Y/N flopped onto Angie’s bed, covering her face with her arms.
Ciara snorted, taking a sip of her tea as she took a seat straddling Angie’s desk chair. She propped her arms against the back, reminding Y/N, “Girl, we live in a time where we see iron-men flying through the sky. Some of our best protectors are Gods, centurions, and a Hulk, remember?”
“Mutants like your little girl are getting more common every day and you got it in your head that a little male attention is weird.” Angie shook her head, handing Y/N the cup of hot chocolate she had requested.
“Okay, but!” Y/N sat up, warming her hands with the mug. “The male attention is coming from one of the previously mentioned centurions. That is weird.”
Angie immediately leaned forward, unable to hide her highly entertained smile. “That’s still a thing?” She saw the way Y/N avoided her gaze, suddenly fascinated with her hot chocolate. “Y/N? What are you hiding?”
“Can we stop acting like teenagers?” Y/N stood, immediately leaving the room with her two friends hot on her heels. “I swear, I thought we left high school behind a while ago.”
Ciara and Angie shared a look before turning back to Y/N. “We’re nurses. Gossiping is in our blood.”
“Well, leave me out of it.”
“Y/N, I say this as your friend,” Ciara told her. “You are allowed to feel something. You are allowed to like a guy and pursue something. Especially when it’s someone who adores Andie and you as much as Bucky does.”
Y/N sighed. “I know. I know I do and I know you’re right. Both of you are and that’s why…Bucky and I…” She felt heat rise in her cheeks, knowing very well that she was probably as red as the mug in her hands. “We’re trying.”
If there was a way to describe the look Ciara and Angie had given her, Y/N wished she knew what it was. The two girls looked like they had dislocated their jaws. Their eyes seemed about ready to pop out of their skulls. And it made Y/N laugh harder than she had in a long time.
Angie was the first to recover, smiling when she saw Y/N look so happy. “There’s our girl’s smile. I thought you lost it for a while there.”
Y/N faltered, still smiling but no longer laughing. She set the mug down and Ciara saw the tears in her eyes. “Oh, honey…What is it?”
Y/N wanted to tell them everything instead of the bullshit lies that Everett and Tony told her to use instead. They were trying to keep things on the down low. And while Y/N understood that, she hated lying. She hated that she had to use a week’s worth of PTO so that her body healed enough where the biggest question was: What happened to your head? Shaking her head, she provided a weak, half-hearted lie, “I just haven’t been sleeping well.”
Ciara and Angie shared a look. They knew they could call her out, question her until she decided to tell them the truth. But they weren’t those kinds of friends. They understood that there were somethings Y/N just wasn’t ready to talk about. So, instead of prying, they squeezed Y/N into an obnoxious hug, earning a groan.
“Owwww.”
“Shut up, you love it.”
“Just like we love you.”
However, the sweet moment was caught short when Ciara caught sight of the time on the stove. “Oh shit, who’s getting Andie?”
Y/N’s ears turned a bright pink. “Uh...about that...”
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The hustle and bustle of New York’s complex streets filled Bucky’s ears, but it was nothing compared to the excited squeals coming from Andie’s school. The kids had been let out, running to family members and ready to take on the rest of their day. He didn’t remember a time when he was that young. Perhaps it was because so much time had gone by, but he was okay with it.
Especially when he saw the look on Andie’s face when she spotted him.
She ran ahead, waving goodbye to her friends and joining his side. “Bucky! I didn’t know you were picking me up!”
Bucky laughed as she adjusted the cap on her head, her free hand taking his. “Would you rather Birdbrain?”
Andie’s nose scrunched up. “Nah, but where’s mom?”
“She is taking a day for herself. Something I think we can both agree she needs, right?”
Andie couldn’t nod fast enough, earning a smile. Bucky chuckled, flicking the cap and earning a pout from her. His gaze shifted, looking at the other kids for the briefest moment.
And that’s when he saw some familiar faces.
“Andie, aren’t those your brothers?”
Andie looked over her shoulder and nodded. There they were with their mom – Lori. She hadn’t seen her since the aquarium. “Yeah. Lori looks a lot happier than the last time we saw her.”
That piqued Bucky’s interest. He studied her, recalling that day at the aquarium. Even though it was colder now, she wasn’t covering everything like she had that day. Her hair was natural now instead of the almost too-straight style she had worn before. If Andie hadn’t pointed out who it was, he doubted he would have recognized her.
She looked happy for someone whose husband was arrested. Knowing that…it gave him an idea.
“Andie…” He crouched in front of her. “I need to talk to Lori for a second.”
Andie raised an eyebrow until she saw that look in his eyes. She didn’t need to be told that this was about her dad. She just knew. Nodding, she took a seat on the nearby bench as Bucky approached the three.
“Um…Lori? Right? Lori Creed?”
She looked up, surprise clear in her features when she recognized who was talking to him. “Uh…”
“Mom, that’s the Winter Soldier!”
Lori’s smile didn’t reach her eyes as she looked down at the older of her sons. “I know, Elijah. Why don’t you two go over there and play for a bit, okay?”
Elijah glanced at Bucky, a part of him clearly wanting to introduce himself. However, he simply took his brother’s hand and tugged him towards their group of friends. Lori watched them, unable to bring herself to look at Bucky as she asked, “This is about Ethan, isn’t it?”
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“Please, tell Y/N how sorry I am.”
“I will,” Bucky promised. The two had been talking for a bit, sitting on a bench and watching Elijah and Theo. Andie was working on her homework and listening to music, a level of patience that Bucky really appreciated in this moment. “Can I just ask why you helped him?”
Lori looked down at her folded arms. “Honestly? When you know you have no control over your life, you cling to the idea that maybe you have a say. It’s just survival.” Bucky was silent. Though he’d never been married, never been abused like Y/N or Lori, he could find a way to understand that. “I hadn’t even realized how much he influenced everything until he was gone. The clothes I wore, my hair, what I ate and how much…” She shook her head. “He used to tell me how angry Y/N would make him, and I was just relieved that I was never her. He made her sound so horrible. I didn’t realize it was really him until it was too late. By then, we had the boys and the type of abuse wasn’t the same. It was…I felt like I didn’t have a right to think I was being controlled or abused. I didn’t want to believe I was a victim.”
“Until he was gone?”
She nodded, a single tear slipping down her cheek and quickly getting wiped away. “So please, let her know I am so sorry.”
Nothing was said for a moment.
“I hate to ask this, but…could you do Y/N and Andie a favor?”
Lori looked at him. “I guess it would depend on what it was.”
Bucky glanced at Andie. A friend had joined her and the two were talking. She looked so happy to the rest of the world, but he saw the signs. She’d lost weight during the last week and her eyes had lost that shine. She smiled, but very rarely did it ever reach her eyes anymore. He had to try so hard to make her laugh more than a little giggle. And her sleep…Y/N had told him about how Andie spent almost every night in her bed now. He wanted to do anything he could to ease that burden and help her in some way. “Ethan is currently locked up, but you know the connections he has.”
Lori was silent. She knew all too well.
“A member of the CIA wants them to testify against Ethan and the others who…” He swallowed, clenching his jaw. He didn’t want to remember that night’s events. “Y/N refuses to have Andie testify.”
“Of course. She’s already been through so much.”
“Exactly. But they feel Y/N won’t be enough because of her personal history with Ethan.”
Lori looked at him, understanding what he was getting at. “You want me to tell them what I knew?”
“Then we can get all three of them sent to a facility where they’ll be locked away forever. You’ll never have to worry about Ethan coming back. It’ll be you and your kids. You’ll be safe.”
Lori turned back to her sons. They were laughing. There was so much hope there. Ethan had yet to do much damage to either of them. And she wanted to keep it that way. “But won’t they arrest me? For helping?”
“I’ll make sure they won’t. They’ll understand you were a victim just like Y/N.”
Lori drew her lip between her teeth, as if nervous to give an answer. He could understand being nervous. She was finally feeling freedom and he was asking her to face Ethan again.
“I wouldn’t be asking this if it wasn’t one of our best options.”
Lori nodded, squeezing her hands tightly. “Let me think about it?”
Bucky’s heart sunk. But he refused to give up, clinging to a bit of hope. “Okay. Let me give you my number in case you want to help.”
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“So what were you two talking about?” Andie asked, trying to talk around the massive bite of pizza she had taken.
“I wanted to check in and see how she was doing after everything.” Bucky knew better than to voice everything to her. No matter how much older she acted, Andie was still a child. Changing the subject, he asked, “How was school?”
Andie shrugged. “Boring, but Mom thinks it’s good for me to get back to a routine.”
“Is that what she told you?”
“She didn’t have to.”
Bucky chuckled. “Sometimes I forget how smart you are, Rainbow.”
She didn’t bother to hide her smirk. It was cocky and, in that moment, she looked almost as arrogant as Tony. “I know.”
“Okay, no more hanging out with Tony unsupervised.”
Andie rolled her eyes, but chose not to argue. Instead, they went back to Y/N’s new apartment. It was in the same building as Bucky, but a couple floors below. Tony had pulled a few strings and was paying the difference, refusing to let Y/N argue because he felt it was the least that they could do. Truthfully, Bucky liked having them closer. He knew they were safe here. It was a better neighborhood, the layout was safer, and the overall space was bigger, allowing them to have some privacy.
The lock slipped open and Andie ran inside, making a beeline for the kitchen. The almost open concept of this apartment wasn’t like the other. The kitchen was massive, separated by the living room only by a bar. Y/N’s old couch was replaced by a larger one deemed big enough to fit the Avengers that seemed to constantly be checking up on them. “Didn’t I buy you pizza a few minutes ago?”
“Maybe,” she told him, reaching for the cabinet to pull out some M&Ms. He shook his head as she filled a small bowl, knowing this was a normal routine for her. She went to the living room and pulled out the rest of her homework, getting to work. “Are you staying for dinner tonight?”
He paused, his mind immediately jumping back to that morning when Andie had snuck into Y/N’s room and caught the two innocently cuddling. While they were able to downplay it and assure Andie that nothing had happened, it seemed she was just waiting for them to tell her when they were “officially” dating. “That is a question for your mom, Rainbow.”
Andie nodded before looking over her shoulder. “Why do you keep calling me that?”
Bucky smirked, pulling out stuff to make food as a surprise for Y/N when she got back. “Are you really asking me that?”
“Really really.”
Bucky snorted, remembering when they had watched Shrek the other day. “I’ll let you figure that out.” He turned to preheat the oven, surprised when he was met with silence. Normally Andie always had some little quip to say in retaliation. Turning around, panic stirred in his chest when he didn’t see her in the living room. “Andie? Where are you?” He left the kitchen, food forgotten, as he looked around the living room. She was no where visible around the couch, loveseat, or coffee table. His stomach twisted. “Fuck, Andie, come on! Where are you?”
His mind started racing, imagining the worst. “Andie!” He checked the halls, their rooms, and still found nothing. The only place left was the balcony. “Andie?” He stepped out, looking around at the hanging chair, plants, and hoping that maybe she would just magically appear.
Click.
Bucky froze, closing his eyes. Did he just… Turning on his heel, he saw nothing at first. But then that familiar rainbow hue glowed from her skin and she reappeared. Andie was smirking, arms crossed and head tilted up as he walked right up to the door. There was absolutely no fear in her eyes. Only a glimmer of far too much amusement at her trick being successful.
He tried the door, finding it locked. Of course it was. “Andie, open the door.”
She cupped her ear, silently asking: What was that?
Bucky bit the corner of his mouth, trying to hide his smile. It had been a while since he’d seen her so at ease. Pointing at the handle, he waited.
But she made no move.
“I’m not breaking the door.”
“Then tell me why you call me ‘Rainbow’.”
Bucky pursued his lips, crossing his arms. He was at a standoff with a kid.
Because this was normal now.
“Andie, come on.”
She shook her head, mouthing an obnoxious, “Noooooope.”
Bucky sighed, running a hand over his face. It wasn’t until he heard the sound of the front door that he breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately recognized Y/N’s form, but was surprised when he saw two others. It took him a moment to remember Ciara, but the other was still a stranger. “Um…help?” he called, earning the attention of all three women.
There was silence as they seemed to piece together what had happened. “Did she really?” Ciara looked at Y/N who was already shaking her head, hiding her smile with her hand.
“I absolutely did!”
Angie laughed, unable to wrap her head around the fact that a kid was able to trick the Winter Soldier. “Oh, that is amazing.”
Y/N hurried to the door, unlocking it and letting him in. Bucky smiled at her, barely suppressing the urge to kiss her. “Give me one second,” he told her before settling his gaze on Andie.
The shrillest squeal slipped from Andie’s lips as she took off running. Y/N yelped, ducking out of the way as her daughter leapt over the back of the couch with Bucky right on her heels. “Please, don’t break anything,” Y/N shouted as they ran into the hall. She heard the obnoxiously loud sound of Bucky’s shoulder colliding with a wall. It earned a wince from all three women, but that reaction was short lived.
Angie gave Y/N a look, grinning like the cat that ate the canary as she crossed her arms. “So this is the new normal, huh?”
“Shut up.” She pointed to Ciara before she even got a chance to say anything. “You too. Not a word.”
BAM!
Y/N flinched, immediately pressing a hand to her stomach. She held up the other, silencing the two women before they even had a chance to speak. Instead, they parroted, “Not a word.”
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Bucky closed the door to Andie’s bedroom, coming to join Y/N back on the couch after having carried the girl to bed. He smiled as she immediately curled into his side, her head finding comfort right over his heart. Bucky couldn’t bring himself to say anything, shocked that she found herself so at ease with his arm. “I was thinking,” she whispered, fingers lightly tracing along his chest. “We should set Sam and Ciara up on a date.”
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow, always entertained by this side of Y/N. She was much more vocal in opinions she normally kept to herself. Like setting up another nurse with an Avenger. “What happened to the different lifestyles thing?”
“It’s different,” she mumbled, giggling softly. “She works in the ER. Her skills work for you guys.”
Chuckling more to himself, Bucky said, “Alright. I’m sure I can get Sam onboard.”
Silence fell and Bucky started mindlessly watching the tv, as he listened to her breathing. It was nice to know that he brought her enough comfort to relax. Maybe even keep the nightmares at bay. His metal arm lightly traced along her back and arm as his cheek found comfort on top of her head. It wasn’t until he heard her breathing start to even out, that he thought she needed to go to bed. He smiled, kissing the top of her head. “You’re going to fall asleep here, Doll.”
She mumbled something incoherent, cuddling more into his side as she wrapped her arm around his waist. “Y/N,” he whispered, nose brushing against her hairline. “Sweetheart.”
“You’re too cozy. I blame you for this,” she murmured, earning a deep laugh.
“I think you’re the first person to tell me that.”
Half asleep and without a filter to stop herself, she said, “Hopefully the last.”
Bucky froze when he heard that, hiding his smile in her hair. He wouldn’t comment or question that, finding it too sweet to take away from the moment. No, for now he would keep that to himself. “Y/N, what about Andie?”
“Andie’s too smart,” she murmured, most of her voice muffled by his shirt.
“Doll…” If it were any other situation, he would simply fall asleep and not think about what happens in the morning. But he knew holding Y/N to her sleepy comments was not a good idea. So instead, he picked her up and carried her to her room.
The balancing act that required opening the door and tucking her in had become far too normal for him during his time with her. In fact, it had become part of their normal routine. As he pulled the covers up to her chin, he watched her immediately cuddle into the thick covers like a small child. He smiled, crouched in front of her and wordlessly brushing her hair out of her face. “You are going to be the death of me, Doll. There’s no stopping it.”
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A/N Pt. 2: More fluff this chapter than there has been in a while. Sorry that this chapter is on the shorter side, but we got a lot of fluff and story progress coming up.
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Mirror Mirror
A/N: Again many thanks to @booglebug
Description- Soulmates existed. People knew that much. Soulmates were rare, a handful in each generation, an unexplainable phenomenon that formed a bond closer than blood and more sacred than marriage.
Bucky finds his soulmate when he needs her most. Little does he know how much she needs him too.
(Soulmate au that slots pretty much in to the MCU but with soulmates. Set after TFATWS.)
Pairing- Bucky Barnes x OFC
Warnings- Mentions of violence and guns, but its mostly fluff, drama and angst.
This is a multi chaptered fic.
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prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8
Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11
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Chapter 12
They woke up curled together the next morning. Their foreheads were pressed together, his left arm snaked round her wait whilst his right was tucked up supporting his head, he hummed softly playing with her loose hair. She looked into his eyes, adoration flooding through her.
“I know I have never said it, but I love you.” Nancy whispered. A smile spread across his lips and a blush rose to his cheeks.
“I thought that was because it didn’t need saying, I love you too.” He kissed her firmly on the lips. She smiled into it before rolling away and out of the bed.
“Come on sergeant, we’ve got work to do.” She ordered.
“Yes ma’am.” He answered.
They got up and ready quickly and without incident. Nancy pulled on her dress from the night before and Bucky slipped into his jacket, the left sleeve missing, flexing his vibranium arm. They made their way to the palace once more, meeting Sam at the door. They were led to the main hall where Duncan Everett was already sat bound by a brightly lit device to the floor. A force field surrounded him as well. He has wearing the same clothes as the night before minus the black coat and appeared tired and fed up. Shuri was sat casually in a chair, her legs swung over one of the arms. She smiled as they entered gesturing to some other seats that were laid out.
“Lieutenant Everett if I’m correct?” Shuri started taking the lead in the interrogation.
“I don’t go by that rank anymore.” He answered quickly with a scowl
“Well, no I suppose you wouldn’t, seeing as you’re legally dead.” Nancy snapped back.
“touché.” He smirked.
“What is it you want with Martin Cartwright?” Shuri asked firmly.
“Absolutely nothing.” He dragged his eyes away from Nancy to look directly at Shuri. She frowned in response.
“What’s all this been about then?” She stood up approaching the forcefield.
“I don’t want anything from Matin Cartwright. I’m after her.” He pointed straight at Nancy. Bucky drew himself up to stand in front of her.
“Well you can’t have her.” he shouted, anger rising inside.
“Oh, believe me it’s not like that big guy.” He shook his head laughing.
“Then what is it like?” Sam asked. Duncan looked around the room weighing up his options.
“I’m trying to smoke out a rat, just needed some decent bait.” He leered at her.
“Who, who’s the rat?” Nancy faltered.
“I think you already know that. Christopher Cartwright.” He stated confidently.
“Christopher Cartwright is dead.” Bucky snapped back
“So am I, legally.” He smiled
“So, it’s true, Kit is alive.” Nancy said standing up to step infant of Bucky.
“Most defiantly.” The prisoners voice filled with venom.
“Explain.” Sam said. All of them now on their feet. Duncan looked between them, realising he was outnumbered and alone, he told them everything.
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America had their Captain, Britain wanted their own. The super soldier serum was lost but the military took on the greater scientific minds in the country to develop their own. The hired on the brightest and best test subjects from across the Army, Navy and Air Force. Duncan Everett was one such subject. He was the brightest and best, young, fit and healthy. Three years in the British army, he held a great sense of patriotism. It was the greatest honour to be selected. It was there that he’d met Lieutenant Commander Cartwright of the Royal Navy. He led their group, always first to volunteer, always encouraging, always up for a laugh. They’d all loved him. He was the first to take the serum, he was the natural choice, Duncan was happy to wait his turn. Until Christopher betrayed them all. Destroying the test samples and running off into the night. The scientists were found dead in the morning and the programme was shut down. After that the government wanted to forget the venture and wipe the slate clean. The test subjects were placed in witness protection for their safety. A fake training exercise was enough to stage their deaths and the country was none the wiser.
Witness protection hadn’t suited him or his comrades. If bringing in the only successful recipient of the new serum could restart the programme, then that is what they’d do. It wasn’t hard to find supporters, many criminal organisations were interested in possessing an enhanced human. What moral implications could there be for Duncan, he would simply had all his benefactors over to the police once they were brought back into the military. Tracking down Christopher Cartwright had turned out to be more difficult than he predicted. He was a man of great means, Duncan suspected he could be hiding anywhere.
Then he remembered the sister. The letters Cristopher had written but never sent, always to the same woman, the picture of the girl with the long dark hair laughing next to him that he’d kept in his wallet. Nancy Cartwright, the sister he’d felt guilty for abandoning, at least that is what Duncan had managed to infer from their conversations. She was nothing special, a London socialite, daughter of a diplomat overseas. Getting close was to her proved to be more difficult, her home was too secure to think about a break in, she rarely ventured out alone and when she did it was to no readable pattern. Then came her invitation to the ballet, they’d been intercepting her communications, alone in a box with an easily compromised politician. Duncan had sent in his men, only to be foiled by two of the avengers. He’d gone in to get her himself, played his trump card to no avail, then been picked off the ground like a door mouse being hunted by a bird. Duncan then retreated to regroup in Amsterdam.
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“Why would Kit betray you?” Nancy said forcing back the tears in her eyes. Kit was alive, it was the only thought in her mind, her singular purpose was finding him.
“I was going to ask you that. I don’t believe he was working alone. You got any ideas who he was working with?” Duncan smirked knowingly at her.
Nancy’s heart sank in her chest, she felt like she might feint or throw up. Bucky caught her as she stumbled, she couldn’t meet his gaze though. She shook off his grip and, though it took all her remaining strength, she marched from the room.
“Think I touched a nerve?” Duncan asked the room.
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Nancy walked for a while before her legs sent her to the training room. She found the targets set up like they had been the day before. She breathed deeply handling the knives laid out for practice. She picked one up, testing its weight gently before launching it towards the target with a scream. It missed rebounding off the forcefield and falling to the ground. she picked up two more throwing them with the same result. She let the tears fall, felt the walls collapsing in on her. knife after knife she threw until one bounced badly on the forcefield and came flying back at to her ear. A hand shot out and grabbed it, it took Nancy a moment to realise it was her own. She stared at it in surprise, taking a deep breath she could almost hear the music in her head, she threw it back and it hit home, dead centre. Her toes curled as she found adrenalin coursing its way through her. She jumped on the spot before picking up the fallen knives. she returned to her spot, the music filling her head again as she threw the knives in quick succession, each hitting, forming a ring around the centre. She heard a clapping coming from behind her, she whipped round to find Bucky stood leaning against the door frame, his face carved from stone and unreadable.
“Bucky…”
“What’s going on Nance, what was that in there?” he walked over to her, his thumb rubbed a stray tear off her cheek. she shook her head turning away from him.
“He’s so bloody smug, like he’s proud of himself, like this is some sort of game, well it’s not, it’s my life and it’s my family, it’s my brother.” she said pulling the knives from the target, “Well you know what, no one messes with my family,” Buck nodded agreeing with her.
“What did he mean, about Kit having help, he seemed to say it for your benefit.” he asked grabbing her hand.
“Bucky don’t push this,” he let go automatically, his brow creasing.
“Nancy please, you’re shaking.” She hadn’t noticed till he told her.
“There are things I haven’t told you, about my family, people we don’t talk about, and I should have told you, but I couldn’t. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She fell to the floor at his feet, he slid down to join her.
“Whatever it is, it’ll be okay, you can tell me.” Bucky insisted. She was quiet for a while, Bucky could almost hear the cogs turning in her head.
“My mother is Sokovien by birth,” she stuttered out. “Her maiden name was Zemo, her father was Petrov Zemo, her older brother was Machev Zemo and her nephew…”
“Helmut Zemo.” Bucky finished for her. Nancy looked away, nodding.
“I only met him twice, my mother didn’t agree with their criminal dalliances, so she lived a very separate life after she married. He came to England once with his mother, they stayed with us, he was older, a moody teenager at the time.” She chanced a glance at him, still he appeared unreadable.
“And the second time?” he said.
“My grandfather’s funeral.” She said finally meeting his eyes.
“And Kit, did he know him any better?” Bucky asked, encouraging her to continue.
“Not that I knew, but who else could he know who hates the very idea of super soldiers enough to kill those who made a serum?” He agreed with her there.
“Nancy,” he placed his palm against her cheek. “thank you for telling me.”
“You don’t hate me?”
“I couldn’t hate you if I tried.” he sealed his words with a kiss to her cheek. As he stood up he brough her to her feet as well. He linked their fingers together after taking the knives from her hand. “That was impressive.” he nodded towards the target. “Seems like Shuri’s theory was correct.” Nancy nodded, leaning her head against his shoulder. “We don’t choose who we’re related to Nancy.”
They left the training room together and walked together, they walked through the city in silence, Bucky’s thumb drawing patterns across her knuckles. He planted kisses on her head at seemingly random intervals. As they got to the city’s outskirt Nancy figured out where he was leading her, down to the lake again. The sun was high in the sky this time lighting up the water. Nancy’s forehead was shiny with sweat and her feet ached from the walk. Despite this she felt calmer hearing the gentle lapping of the water. They stood together breathing in the fresh air.
“I suppose I’ll have a fair bit of explaining to do when we get back.” Nancy said, breaking the silence and turning to face her soulmate. He stared at her, taking in the way the light set fire to her hair and how her eyes seemed to glow green and gold.
“You don’t have to explain anything if you don’t want to. But I think you know what we are going to have to do next.” his eyes squinted against the sun whilst his hands sat on his hips.
“Yeah, time for a family reunion.”
“You don’t have to come, me and Sam can do this ourselves, report back to you.” Bucky tried.
“No, I have to do this, I have to come with you.” Bucky knew better than to argue. He brought his arms around her looking down into her eyes.
They’d speak with Shuri later and arrange a visit to The Raft.
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Brought To Your Knees (Kenny x Reader)
Description: 7-Elevens are a lot more versatile than one might originally think. AKA, sometimes you can get locked in them with your long-time crush and, following that, things can happen.
Notes: Freshman means you’re around 14-15 years old, Sophomore is 15-16 I think, Junior is 16-17, Senior is 17-18. Idk the American schooling system too well. Completely male reader.
Warning: Smut :) not sure why its there but hey everyone needs a gratuitous blow job every now and then
Word Count: 6.1k
You were expecting rain. You even brought an umbrella along, tucked away in the side pocket of your backpack, but an umbrella clearly wouldn’t work very well. Snow fell harsh upon the earth, cold and freezing near instantly, making a very thick layer of snow trap you inside the 7-Eleven, the doors frozen shut despite the fact that the heating was still on.
How exactly one gets trapped inside a 7-Eleven with the only person they’ve ever really loved probably needs some explaining, so let’s go back to the beginning; seven years ago. Seven years ago you transferred schools due to an unfortunate accident with a classmate, at least that’s what’s on your record. Half of you is grateful no one knows what really happened, but the other half wishes people knew you punched someone in the face hard enough to dislocate their nose. Though, looking at you, most people probably wouldn’t believe you, considering you haven’t got the strongest body structure. Your (at the time) new school was better than the last one in several ways, but the most important to you was the fact that it was a public school. There were horror stories about public schools, of unruly students and horrible teachers, and by god did you want to experience that - private school was far too clean, far too organized for your mind, and you were going slowly insane.
If there’s a term to describe you, it’d probably be ‘thrill seeker,’ if asshole can’t be said out loud. For the first couple of years you were a nuisance to classrooms, the well known class clown and always up for distracting the teacher (the history teachers were the easiest to distract, math teachers the hardest), and always ready to fight back for what you believed was right. Then came your first year of high school and you found the greatest thrill of all - boys.
Previously you hadn’t taken much of a romantic interest in either gender, and most people said it’d kickstart sometime in high school, which was about right - freshman year you had a crush on a boy named Everett. It wasn’t a particularly strong crush, not compared to your more recent crushes, but it was your first, and you knew exactly what you wanted to do. You wanted him to fall in love with you, hopelessly and endlessly, you wanted him to hang on your every word and dream of your affections... but you didn’t want to be in a relationship with him. No, you just wanted his adoration, and nothing more - only to lead him on and drop his heart to break it. When this didn’t happen and he didn’t fall in love with you, you realized that most boys are not attracted to other boys, and you became deathly silent when it came to crushes.
Several other boys (and maybe a girl) caught your fancy in the remainder of freshman year, but there was one boy you hadn’t yet met that would become the greatest thrill of all. Junior year you had a class with him, and on the first day of school when you walked into English class your bag fell from your hands, clattering to the floor with a loud thump.
He is perfect, in every conceivable way he’s everything you’ve ever imagined, shy and kind, sincere and genuinely interesting - just the sight of him from that day on and your heart speeds up tenfold. You’re a horror story that teachers talk about, so Mr. Davis is clearly flabbergasted at your silence, and for the most part he leaves you alone even though you’re barely paying attention to the blackboard at the front of the classroom. Instead your attention is focused on the boy sitting two seats in front of you and a row to the right. It’s almost surprising he hasn’t noticed your staring, but clearly Mr. Davis notices because about two months into the school year he pulls you aside to talk about it.
“I wanted to talk to you about your attention,” he says quietly, sitting behind his desk as you stand at the other side. You’re playing absentmindedly with your fingers, barely listening to him, only staying where you are to avoid another hour of detention today. “I know you’re usually very loud in class, word gets around easily here, but you’re staring at your classmate a lot.”
“And?” You ask, not really seeing the point. In your mind, he should be thankful you’re not a disruption.
“Is… is there anything you want to tell me? About Kenny?”
“Who’s Kenny?”
“… that’s the boy you keep staring at,” he says slowly, his brow furrowed in confusion.
Ah, you think to yourself. That’s his name.
“Listen, (Y/N), I want you to know you’re always welcome in my classroom. This is a safe space for you, okay?” His voice goes to a whisper as he says, “I have a boyfriend, so we aren’t so different after all.”
“I’m not gay,” you spit out quickly, the venomous tone of your voice not deterring him.
“I know it can be hard to admit at first, and at your age I understand the confusion within yourself. Just know you can talk to me, okay? And try to pay more attention in class? I know you’ve got it in you.”
Without word you pick your backpack up from the floor, slinging it onto your shoulders and leaving. Just as you exit the main doors, noting the dark clouds low in the sky, you’re called back by one of the vice principals, ordering you to your detention.
“C’mon, it’s Friday,” you groan, walking backwards to stare at the teacher as you walk away.
“I’ll call your parents!” She threatens, whipping her flip phone out of her pocket.
“Oh yeah? What are they gonna do? Fuck off,” you laugh, throwing double middle-fingers at her, which lands you in three hours of detention.
At five thirty you’re released, an absolutely sour look on your face as you walk down the pavement. There’s a seedy part of the city that has a 7-Eleven you’ve been to so often you know the workers’ shifts. All of them are pretty nice, though all very tired of life and if you had to hazard a guess, mildly suicidal. At least that’s the look in their eyes, and you don’t blame them - customer service is one of the most horrid jobs in history. Friday evenings Alan has shift, and he’s rather nice, but upon opening the freezing door to the inside, you don’t see him. The door shuts behind you and you wander the aisles for a little while - you don’t have much change, you note as your fingers fiddle with the coins and bills in your coat pocket.
Several minutes later your attention is brought to the weather - it’s snowing, bad, and you groan internally at the wind force practically blowing down the stop sign out front. The few trees that survive in the city are barely hanging on now, flimsy limbs and branches ripping away from the main trunk. Again you groan, a grimace on your face when you think about having to go home in that. With a calming sigh you turn back to the hotdogs, spinning slow and peaceful in the warm light.
Heaven is one big 7-Eleven, you think to yourself. One of the very few things that calms you down is rotating hot dogs that probably aren’t real meat.
From the corner of your eye you can see someone else enter, but the wind blasting through the doors is enough for you to turn your head.
It’s Kenny.
Of course it’s him.
Gulping you turn back to the hot dogs, hoping beyond belief that Alan will get back soon. Kenny is the only person that’s ever rendered you speechless, the only one that’s ever made your cheeks blush without a word. Even in fluorescent light he seems to glow, peaceful and careful as his fingers drag a feather touch across a row of snacks. He hasn’t noticed you, not yet, so you have time to plan out how to hide from him. Instantly you turn to the cash register, wondering if you’d get kicked out of Alan found you hiding behind the counter.
Too late - you can feel his eyes turn to you, burning into the back of your neck as you hold a viselike grip on the edge of the plastic red counter.
“Um, do you, uh, work here?” He asks, now standing directly behind you. Trying to smile, you turn to face him, feeling your heart burn with the speed it beats at.
“No, I - I just know the guys who work here, I don’t know where they are now, though,” you say, oversharing a little bit and praying he doesn’t notice. He’s right in front of you, half confused as his lips part just barely, brows furrowing above grey eyes. You can practically feel your legs giving out beneath you, but he turns to the door before you fall in front of him. Practically gasping for air as he leaves your personal space, you watch as he goes to open the door.
“Is... is this supposed to be locked?” He asks.
“No, it shouldn’t be,” you breathe out, making your way over to the door to try and open it. It’s stuck, hard - you even back up to kick it and it doesn’t budge.
“Wait, you’re… you’re (Y/N), aren’t you?”
“You know me?” You ask incredulously, even though it’s not that farfetched that he would know your name.
“Of course I do, you’re like a legend at school,” he says, getting quieter as his sentence ends. As he fiddles with his fingers, awkwardly trying to look somewhere else, you can’t help but stare as you nearly always do.
“I’m flattered,” is what you manage to say, just as choked and embarrassed as him.
“I’ll stay out of your way, just - just don’t beat me up?” He requests, holding his hands up defensively as he backs away towards the corner of the small store.
“I’m not going to hurt you, I don’t do that,” you say, taken aback by his words. You know your reputation isn’t great, but you didn’t think it was that awful - you’d never beat up an innocent person and you didn’t plan on starting. “What are you doing here anyway? I haven’t seen you here before.”
“Um, my friend… he told me to meet him at the library, but the weather got bad and I needed to get inside,” he explains, still not meeting your eye.
God you’re perfect, you think to yourself in reaction to nothing in particular - he’s just so beautiful, so supple you can’t help but wonder what he’d feel like with his bare skin against yours. More than anything you want to belong to him, which you realize is strange for you; generally you enjoy others belonging to you, but… Kenny is different for no reason, but he’s so incredibly special you can’t understand your infatuation beyond the fact that it’s insurmountable and achingly enduring.
“I might be able to make a flamethrower,” you say, trying to think of ways to not be suffocated by nearness to the object of your unending affections.
“Wait, a flamethrower? What -“ he follows you frantically as you begin to search for flammable sprays - “what for!?”
“The door is frozen shut, we might be able to get out if I melt the ice away,” you say quickly, but he’s pulling at your arms to stop you from digging through the shelves. At the force you whirl around, face to face with him as your chest practically touches his, and in an instant you can’t breathe for fear of losing the moment. You both pause, frozen into shock before he steps back like you’re poison.
“I don’t think that’s, uh, necessary,” he says slowly, and just as slow you agree, nodding as you put the lighter away.
“Sure. You have a phone?”
“No, you?”
“I keep mine at home,” you mumble, untensing as the adrenaline of the moment fades away.
“Well this sucks,” he huffs, crossing his arms and turning awkwardly to the shelves as though he didn’t want you to see his face. “At least it could be worse.”
“No, don’t say that, the power’s gonna go -“
Darkness falls over the store and the heating system goes quiet, the dull background hum going out. A loud sigh comes out of you, letting your eyes accustom to the dark before thinking of what to do next.
“I think we might be stuck here till morning,” you grumble, the dim light of streetlamps casting a gold glow over the various rows and, of course, putting Kenny in a perfectly beautiful light. You can practically feel the blood rushing into your cheeks, and you quickly look away with crossed arms.
“I’m… sorry,” he says rather suddenly, just barely making his way closer to you.
“It’s not your fault,” you sigh. “A beautiful coincidence.”
“… beautiful?” He asks, confused by your wording - it can’t possibly be a good thing to him.
“Yeah, I -“ you look over at him, fiddling anxiously with his fingers as he looks up at you - “Never mind. You tired?”
“No, don’t think i will be for a while,” he says, sitting with his back against the refrigerated drinks, the back of his head clunking against the cold glass.
“I’ll get a flashlight and a boardgame,” you tell him, the only idea in your head that didn’t sound stupid; the entire time you’re looking through the back for games, you’re kicking the thought of cuddling him out of your mind. The situation is perfect, far too perfect for it to work out well. Besides, these types of things generally don’t work out for you - as previously said, you’re a bit of an asshole, and that trait has a tendency to screw you over.
He just sits and waits, and when you come back a good five or ten minutes later, he’s still sitting in the same position. It strikes you as odd how he hasn’t even fidgeted considering how much he was doing it earlier, but you just shine the light in his face and cackle when he winces away from the brightness.
“All they had is chess. I guess Marie took back her game, which is fair,” you add as you sit yourself down across from him, putting the box in the middle of you two. “She got fired a while back and didn’t get her game when she left. I helped get her a key for the backroom,” you recall, chuckling, but Kenny looks partially terrified, so you stop.
“You know how to play?” He asks, rubbing his hands together as he starts setting it up.
“A bit. My brother tried to teach me when we were little, I never caught on much though,” you say, thinking distantly of how your brother was doing in university. “He’s a big math guy, loves strategy games like this.”
“So you don’t like strategy…?” He asks slowly, as though worried he’d offend you - you just shrug.
“It’s not that. I’m… just more of a romantic guy.”
For a good three seconds he doesn’t breathe, but when you raise your eyebrows questioningly, he picks up again with an absent nod. Once the last pieces are set into place, he does a quick run-through of the rules, and by the end of it you’re fully aware you’re going to lose at least the first few rounds. Neither of you have a grasp on time as you go through the first round, then the second, and onto the third - you lose very fast, that’s all you’re aware of. He’s sweet about it, for which you’re confused if not thankful. If you were to play chess with some of the people you hang with, they’d be mean about winning and they’d cheat on you, which is fair; you’d do the same to them. Now you’re being nice, trying to actually understand the game, and he’s being a complete sweetheart about teaching you the rules.
It isn’t something you’re used to, but it’s something you could be used to, and something you want to be used to - this sort of kindness. Despite all the thoughts running rampant in your head you manage to stay concentrated on the game - well, him more so than the game - and it almost feels like he might like you. That’s an improvement, you think to yourself, recalling his initial fear of you.
“Could I ask you something? If you don’t mind,” he requests after you both come down from a laughing high, and you agree easily. It’s only far too easy to be open with him. “There’s lots of stories that go around about you - there’s this one, this one’s my favorite, mostly because I don’t think it really happened, but it is really funny.”
“Really? Well, rumors are half right sometimes. What horrid thing did I do this time?” You ask, using the bottle opener on your swiss knife to pop open a beer bottle.
“It’s mostly just… inappropriate, not that it was a particularly ‘bad’ thing. I heard you… slept with Isla and Gianna like, at the same time, like every high school boys’ dream. The guy I heard tell it said you snuck into a sleepover or something?” He says slept like it’s disgusting, so that paired with absolutely everything else about him you assume he’s very unexperienced.
“That’s an interesting story, which I - I don’t usually tell the truth about,” you confess, waiting for him to make his next move in the game, but the moment never comes. He’s far too engrossed in your conversation, and as wonderful as it feels to be having a real conversation with your crush, you can’t help but hate the subject.
“Will you tell the truth this time?” He asks, quiet and sincere in a way that you don’t fully expect. It pushes you to trust him just a little bit more, and it’s all you need for the truth to come out for the first time about that story.
“I went to sell them some weed because they called me up n’ said they’d pay the price for bothering me so late at night, so y’know, I said ‘fuck it,’ you only live once right? I climbed into Gianna’s window for this too, and then they offered for me to share it with them. To be fair to myself I wasn’t feeling… too great about myself,” you grow quiet, “so I said yes. And then they started bringing up sex, and they kept trying to get me to make a move on them, but I wasn’t really feeling it. I didn’t want to do it, but it.. sort of happened anyway?”
He’s quiet, sort of nodding his head but he’s too far in thought to commit to the motion fully.
“Why haven’t you told anyone the truth before?” Is what he asks at first, and you breathe out a sigh of relief when you realize it’s one of the easier questions.
“Didn’t want to seem like a pussy, that’s why,” you scoff, taking a smooth swig from your bottle. “It’s not a big deal anyway.”
“Kind of sounds like it,” he murmurs.
“Yeah, that’s because you’re a virgin,” you say, that asshole part of yourself that you were so worried about earlier rearing it’s ugly head. Right on time too, right when you could’ve opened your heart.
“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. You know what they say,” he says defensively, leaning back against he glass.
“Oh? What’s that?”
“The safest sex is no sex at all.”
“Yeah, and abstinence won’t get you pregnant 99.99% of the time,” you laugh. When he just looks confused, you explain, “Virgin Mary, dude.”
He opens his mouth to let out a tiny ‘oh,’ and at last the game is resumed. Throughout the next several rounds he asks more questions, but those times he doesn’t ever lose track of the game turns. By the end of the night, when you’re both finally yawning with dewey eyes, you’ve only won one round, which you’re very proud of.
“At least I beat you once,” you remark as you help him look for blankets to stay warm with. “I won a round against Mr. Chess Master.”
“And I won fourteen rounds against Mr. Sex,” he says, his eyes bulging out of his head as his hand slaps over his mouth once he realizes exactly what he’s said. You turn to him, shocked yet pleasantly surprised to find him so flustered. Dreadful is how you’d describe him, dreading your full reaction.
“Those aren’t the rounds that matter if I’m Mr. Sex,” you respond, trying to remain as smooth and deep as possible when you wink to punctuate your sentence. His mouth falls open when his hand drops back to his side, and you walk out of the storage room with a small smile.
You heave a massive sigh, gathering yourself back together once the door shuts behind you. It only takes a few seconds before he’s following you, but it’s all that’s necessary for you to gain your chill again.
“It’ll probably be easier to sleep back here,” you say, gesturing vaguely to the entirety of the backroom - it’s a tad warmer and carpeted, which is a plus for comfort. The one office chair is cheap and heavily scratched by god knows what, so you roll it into the corner and lay out a blanket on the floor. It’s not an especially nice blanket, which is what you expected. The only real source of warmth you have access to is the leftover coats from employees who didn’t care to take theirs home.
As you lay down on the blanket, covering yourself in a too-large trench coat, you wonder of the different ways the evening could progress. In fact it’s all you can think about, all your brain can stress about when Kenny lies down right beside you. He has his coat as a pillow, and without word you offer your coat to help cover him - he declines, mumbling something about how he’s already warm.
I could kiss him right now, you think, the thought sending shivers of anxious excitement and fear through your veins. He’s staring at the ceiling, and though your body is facing the same direction you’re looking at him, watching the slow movement of his chest and the tired blinking of his eyes. Or we could leave and never talk again.
You don’t know what you’re doing, hardly aware of your own movements as the back of your fingers caress the side of his face, pushing unruly hair away from his eyes. His breath catches in his chest for a moment before he turns to you, eyes wide but curious despite the obvious fear.
“You’re really handsome,” he barely gets out, a whisper that he stumbles over. Judging by his uncertainty in himself you’re confident in saying he’s being sincere - that and the fact that nothing about him insinuates he’d lead you on like that. There’s so many silent words shared between you, a bond that one hold tights while the other wonders how it’s possible.
One wrong move, you think, one wrong move and I fuck this up, just like everything else. The urge to hold him close, to grab his hands and keep them intertwined in your own runs strong through your cold fingertips, but you wait. You wait for him to make the first move, but he doesn’t even blink; he’s far too enraptured in the way your lips part just slightly, the way your eyelashes flutter when you glance nervously up and down.
“I really like you,” you say, though the words don’t fully come from your conscious self. Something grabs you, ties away your thoughts and says what you mean - exactly what you mean, something you hardly ever do. He reaches up towards your hand lying dormant beside his cheek, trailing over your skin till he tangles his fingers in yours, holding your hand tight in his as he presses a kiss to your knuckles. The entire time you stare, watching his eyes flit downwards as a blush you can barely see in the dark crawls up into his face.
In a swift movement the old coat is off of you, crumpled in some corner as you rest your forearms on either side of his head, supporting your body held above him. His breathing picks up and at last he finally looks into your eyes again, careful to watch for any sign of what comes next, but even you aren’t sure as to what you’re doing. Still you move down, inching closer till your lips press against his.
He’s clearly startled, even though he immediately moves against you, kissing up into you even if his hands don’t know where to go. In your position you can do very little, but you manage to thread your hand into his hair, tugging on it lightly as you move deeper, pulling a tiny, broken hum from him. When his hands wrap around your wrists it’s painfully obvious he’s never done this before, so you break away, letting the both of you breathe and smile when it’s finally, fully, consciously realized what just happened. It’s so starkly different than any other romantic encounter you’ve had, so openly loving and yielding you wonder if you’ll ever be able to kiss anyone but him again.
“I’ve waited so long to do that,” you murmur, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck. He almost laughs, breathy and unsure as he runs his fingers down your spine.
“You could’ve done it sooner,” he tells you, whispering the words into your ear, his lips tickling the edge of it as he speaks. “I’ve had a crush on you for months.”
“Really?” You ask, pulling away to look at him fully. He stammers when you rest your weight on his hips, the heat of your thrill burning through the layers of clothes to intoxicate him. “I haven’t ever seen you look at me once in class.”
“We have class together?”
“I sit behind you, Kenny. English class,” you chuckle, watching his lips purse together in embarrassment.
“I mostly watch you during lunch. I - I never said anything because… well, you know why,” he mumbles, once more unsure of where his hands are supposed to go, so he crosses them on his chest.
“I know,” you say, quiet as you think over your words. “You still could’ve come up to me, but… this works too.”
He breaks into a grin, giggling when you join him till you’re both coming down from a high - as the wide grins dissolve into contented smiles, you kiss again, moving slow and soft, softer than the girls you’d been with, sweeter and more innocent than any love you’ve known.
“It’s strange you know,” you mumble against his lips, interrupting yourself by kissing him again. “I usually go for degenerates, you know, people like me?” You kiss him again, deep and needy - “but God, I’ve never adored someone as much as I adore you.”
“Really?” He manages to get out amidst your attack, trying to get ahold of a rhythm you could kiss him to but you’re chaotic, switching from his lips to his jawline and pressing kisses up his neck.
“Yeah,” you rasp out, the beginnings of a hickey blooming red on his neck.
“Oh, I - oh, don’t leave a mark,” he says, but by the way he tugs at your hair and pulls you closer, you’re sure he really wants you to.
“Let me guess, strict parents?” You ask, pulling away to look at your work. He nods as though it’s something to be ashamed of, but you just sigh and smile, tracing his jawline with your fingers. “This is probably the only time we’ll be able to make lots of noise, though.”
“You mean this’ll happen more times?”
“If you want it to. I want it to,” you say, watching as he nods furiously.
“Yes, please,” he practically whimpers, pulling you in for another searing kiss, his new ferocity biting at your lips and making you moan. You’re grinding on him, hardly realizing your actions before you’re both far too worked up from the friction.
“Fuck, I need you,” you say, your hands going up his shirt to scratch at the soft skin there.
“I haven’t ever done this before,” he tells you, almost glaring at you when you mumble, ‘I knew it,’ but the glare is quickly cut short when you palm at him through his jeans.
“Do you want this? We don’t have to, you deserve better,” you stop for a moment, letting your hand grip at his hip while the other strokes soothingly through his hair.
“Better than a quick fuck in the back room of a 7-Eleven? Probably,” he says, a smile breaking across your face at his humorous tone. There’s a delight that runs through you when you hear him swear, but you try not to think about it. “But I don’t think either of us are gonna be able to sleep well with… this.”
“Fair enough,” you say with a shrug, pulling him back into a kiss.
With fumbling hands he works at your pants, managing to unbutton the ragged material and push them partially down your hips. You do the same for him before pulling his shirt off, kissing down what you find to be a surprisingly toned chest. For as much as he’s bullied he’s incredibly attractive and rather fit, and for a second you wonder why he’s bullied so much, before remembering a lot of people are pretty racist, and the whole ‘being gay’ thing was pretty obvious to everyone.
A long, saccharine moan is pulled from his lips, forcing you to think only of him. At the sound you practically gape, a sudden virility going straight to your cock, which is now straining painfully against your boxers. You can’t remember what it was you did that made him moan like that, so you do everything you think could work - it proves a lot for him to handle. Tiny gasps leave him as you trace your fingernails over his chest, biting tiny love marks into his ribs as your own chest occasionally rubs against his crotch.
“(Y/N), please, just friggin’ touch me,” he whines, his head thrown back and staring blankly at the ceiling, too focused on the sensations to care. You almost laugh at his desperation, but when he grabs your hair and practically grinds his dick into your face, you don’t. As demanding as it is you can’t help but acquiesce. You mouth at him through the fabric, and by the time he’s begging you again there’s a prominent wet spot on his underwear from where you sucked. When at last you begin to pull them down he looks at you, watching intently with flushed cheeks as he’s fully exposed to you.
Standing, you undress yourself, making a little show of it when you notice him staring. The moment you finish you’re back on him, just as needy as he is when your bare cock brushes up against his; his shoulders shake at the contact, and he falls back onto the floor, his eyes shut tight. To soothe the ache you kiss him, as tender as it was when you first kissed, and he finally lets out an anxious breath when you part.
“Tell me what you want,” you murmur, running your hand slowly down his chest till you reach his waist, your fingers just barely curling around him and pumping slower than what he deems should be possible.
“I just need you, anything, please,” he replies, breathy and still as wanting as ever.
“God, you really like begging for me, don’t you?” You tease, smirking when he just whines as you speed up your pace. With a kiss to his neck you whisper in his ear, “I love hearing you moan, though.”
“Then make me moan,” he says thoughtlessly, regretting his words when you smirk and move down his body. Regret is the last thing on his mind however, once you wrap your lips around the tip of his dick, sucking and practically drooling as you pump him.
“You taste wonderful,” you hum, attempting to take him deeper.
As experienced as you are it’s chiefly with girls (even if you aren’t as attracted to them, it’s just easier to pretend like you are), and this would technically be the first time you’ve sucked dick. It’s a lot harder than girls make it seem, you note to yourself, but try to take him deeper anyway. A long whine tumbles from his lips when you both realize you don’t have a very strong gag reflex and take him to the hilt, sucking and still roaming the expanse of his thin waist with your hands. He’s close, you can feel him twitch in your mouth, paired with the precum dripping off him and into you, but he yanks you away by your hair and pulls you up for another passionate kiss.
“What about you?” He asks, panting, and you almost laugh again - it’s so odd for someone to ask about you first.
“The sight of you like this is enough for me,” you assure him, laying wet kisses that have his eyes fluttering into the back of his head down his neck and onto his shoulder.
As you continue pumping him, focusing the majority of your energy on sucking a hickey into his skin, you hardly notice yourself grinding against him. In fact you only realize you’re doing it when his legs wrap around your hips, pulling you in till your cocks are slotted next to each other, both achingly hard. The intensity of it has both of you coming soon after, the imprint of your nails a semi-permanent fixture on Kenny’s hips, paired well with the blossoming hickey on his clavicle. He’s not the only one marked up by the end, though - angry red streaks line your back from his scratching, and you only notice when you collapse on your back beside him.
“Would you happen to have a rag?” He asks, both of you breaking into giggles soon after.
“I’ll go get paper towels,” you offer, reaching for your underwear before realizing you need to clean up before putting on clothes. Instead you peck his forehead, leaving him smiling as you leave the room.
Eventually you’re both cleaned up, clothes on, and the trench coat is covering the both of you, cuddled tight in the back room of 7-Eleven. When the story gets out, as all stories do at some point, there’s a lot of varying accounts on what happened in the night. The most popular, and probably your least favorite, was that you terrorized him the entire night, and though most people don’t believe it considering how close you and Kenny act, it’s still the most popular. Another theory was that you introduced him to drinking and you stayed up with him all night, drunk out of your minds; you don’t mind that story as much, but he does, so you try to tell people that isn’t what happened.
He does ask at one point if he’s allowed to talk about your relationship, and your answer is an ardent yes, which surprises him. You adore every part of him, and you find no shame in that, even if he thinks you should. Sure, you do get bullied a lot more, but it’s nothing brass knuckles don’t sort out quickly.
It’s an odd pairing, you acknowledge that. Punk doesn’t usually go well with sweetheart nerd, but it works surprisingly well, and for that you’re endlessly grateful. In-between classes you run by his locker even though you’re on separate sides of the school, always kissing him before each class. Your little expeditions leave you late to every class but English, and by the end of the year all your teachers hate you as usual with the exception of Mr. Davis.
“You concentrate a lot better these days. Did my talk help you out any?” He asks after class one summer day. Kenny is waiting outside the class, so you try to find a quick answer.
“Well… a little. I talked to Kenny at least,” you answer with a smile, bidding him a kinder good-bye than you usually give your teachers, saluting him as you close the door.
“Everything alright?” Kenny asks, walking shoulder to shoulder with you down the empty halls of the school.
“Everything’s perfect, sugar,” you answer, your arm hanging around his shoulders.
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we saw how sweet Bunny is an amazing girl mom to an even sweeter Birdie Mae.. but how is She as a boy mom? could you plz write something with her and her boys whenever you feel inspired enough?.
Oh!! Bunny in general is such a sweet, kind soul. She's literally airy. So calm, so caring, understanding, patient, loving, like all good qualities. And when she had her boys 🥺 all she wanted was a mini Beau, because they got their mini sunshine princess with Birdie Mae. And let me tell you, she got that with Arlo Adler. He is very much his father, but he has his mom's sweet soul. Arlo is all boy, but his best friend is an ice princess named Iclynn Blade Baizen, Beau loves that.
Briar on the other hand is just like Curtis, but that Arleigh sweetness still remains. And those kids are ALWAYS outside. They have so much to do outside, and they're surrounded by such neutral parents. (Briar will be their wildest child. He'll give you sourpatch vibes, because he'll do something he shouldn't do, and then be super sweet!)
Why don't we look at a sweet moment of them becoming a family of four for now...
🖤🖤🖤🖤
Little Ari
Summary: Arlo Everett Adler
Pairings: Arleigh X Arlo
Rating: 🥹🥹
Warnings: naked Arlo, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 850
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Arleigh could not wait to get pregnant again. Her angelic, Birdie Mae, was beyond perfect to her. But Arleigh wanted a mini Beau. Wanted a little boy to follow his daddy around, get muddy and dirty, wanted Beau to have a little buddy that was his.
Zephyr and Thorne always went to a job site with them. And while Arleigh knew he adored Zephyr, and looked forward to when school would be out, because it meant that boy with overalls and boots would be hanging around. And she wanted her own overall and booted boy!
Making the decision to get pregnant was easy, finding out she was pregnant was exciting, and she was hoping for a boy. Even watching her smallest love with her little bump was a joy. Birdie Mae would sit in Arleigh’s lap, Remy right beside them, while her hands pet over the belly. The sweetest made up lullabies or she would read one of her books to the bump.
She could tell Birdie Mae was very curious about the process, asking why her mom didn’t lay an egg, or where she was going to be when her mom was pushing the baby out. Birdie wanted to know everything she could.
When they found out she was having a boy, Beau just held her while she cried her happy tears. She immediately knew he was going to be named in some way after her dads. When Beau was the one that suggested Arlo, Arleigh just beamed up at him.
“It’s his own little name, but sounds like Arleigh and Ari.”
“B,” she looks up at him shocked at such a sweet sentiment.
“You know, Curtis’ last name is an actual boy’s name? I like Arlo Everett Adler.”
“B,” she pouts, pushing her forehead up against Beau’s chest. “You…you stop that right now.”
“Well, I figured if he’s going to be my buddy, and he gets the Adler last name for life, it seems fair that the woman who’s growing him in her belly, gets to have her family be apart of his nam . He could be Little Ari. LA.”
“Stop that. I am extra hormonal, and I have all the happy tears. Birdie Mae, let’s go paint bubba’s room before daddy makes mommy complete mush.”
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Arleigh sits in her birthing room, just petting calmly over Arlo. Her heart filled with so much love and contentment at becoming a family of four. Beau passed out with Birdie Mae on his chest, and her sweet boy nursing.
Birdie Mae had been such a tiny and dainty thing. Arlo was already shaping up to be a big boy, but still such a calm baby. Relaxed just laying on his mama. “You look like your daddy,” she whispers down to the little boy. “So that means I’m a witchy woman that can make things happen.”
Arlo’s little squeaks and sweet groans make her heart burst with all the love for her family.
Her fingers paint all over his skin, admiring hers and Beau’s work, “My babies are my favorite work of art. And you Mister Arlo Everett Adler…oh,” she quietly squeals when a bit of gas makes him smile, showing off two little dimples. “Surprises everywhere.”
She lifts up that bundle and peppers kisses and nose rubs all over him. “You have that baby smell. I didn’t realize how much I missed that. One day you’re going to smell like dirt and sunshine, just…don’t grow as fast as your sister.”
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“Arlo! No!” the little boy runs past his mom wearing one of his dad’s old baseball caps, as it flops on his head, boots, and nothing else. “Arlo Everett! You stop right now,” Arleigh screams chasing after the toddler that giggles.
“You can’t run around naked all day,” she stops when he stands there, belly out, peeing. “When you’re done, you put clothes on. Someone will see you.”
“Bird no get my worm?” he looks back at his mama with a smirk. Doing his ‘done peeing’ dance he turns around, stomping his booted feet back to the house.
“My have clothes, see.”
“Boots and a hat are not clothes. That’s shoes and an accessory.”
He covers himself when a bird flies past, and walks a bit faster. “Why do you think a bird is going to take your…”
“Worm. Boppy said if my don’t cover it, a bird will get my worm.”
“At least put on some underwear. Birdie Mae will be home soon, and she doesn’t need to see that.”
Arlo stops in his tracks and spins to look at his mom, “My be nakie when Birdie not here?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“My not like clothes, dough. My like boots.”
“Go put you some underwear on. You’re acting just like Boppy. You really are a little Ari.”
Arlo smiles up at his mom with a dimpled smile and giggles, “My like Boppy. My little Boppy.”
“Arlo, underwear.”
“My going,” he answers stomping away. Arleigh can’t help but sigh, making a mental note to tell her daddy that Arlo is a mixture of him and Owin. Hating clothes and never wanting to wear them.
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#desperate lives#desperate lives au#desperate verse#da au#dau#da au request#arleigh adler#beau adler#beau adler x arleigh adler#birdie mae adler#arlo adler
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The Good Captain
A/N: This is my version of book 2 of Distant Shores should be like. Y’know the book 2 that we readers of Distant Shores rightfully deserved! One more thing: in this fanfic, the MC’s last name has been changed to Bennett but; in the game it’s Carter. I decided to change it from Carter to Bennett; because Bennett sounds better to me. Also; her original occupation has been changed as well.
***Rated: Mature 18+. Contains sexual content, some violence and strong language.
***Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters.
***Characters: Kyra Bennett (MC) and Edward Mortemer (LI)
***Disclaimer: All character names (except MC) belong to Pixelberry.
Current Word Count: 1,334 words.
Ch. 4: The Plan pt. 1
With Chapter 4 being so long. I decided to break it down into two parts.
It had been an emotional 2 days for Kyra Bennett. She was reunited with her true love; Captain Edward Mortemer. And; she found out what her unborn child will be. To say that; she was excited is a complete understatement.
“Alright Miss Bennett! Are you ready?”, Dr. Everett asks her.
“As I’m gonna be, doctor.”, she nervously replied. With that; he applied gel to her growing belly and used the wand to feel for the baby. Once the fetus was on the screen; Dr. Bennett turned to her and said, “say hello to your son, Miss Bennett!”
“It’s…it’s…a…a boy?!”, she said clearly emotional. “Yes Miss Bennett. You’re having a little boy.”, he replied warmly. She couldn’t believe it. She was having a baby boy. Just like in the future vision she and Edward saw together.
“Now, I’ll want to see you again; in 3 weeks, okay?”, Dr. Everett told her. “Yes doctor and thank you again!”, she replies with her eyes shining with tears.
After scheduling her appointment; she was soon back home. And she was back to her research. She had to figure out a way to stop Robert and his crew from destroying time.
“I’ve got 3 weeks! That’s more than enough time; for me to put a plan together! Edward will be so proud! I should go see him! I miss him! And I’m missing my crazy crew. That’s what I’ll do! I’ll go see them!”, she thought to herself. After packing an old steamer trunk from her attic; she grabbed the amulet and the sonogram picture. With amulet around her neck; she closed her eyes and pictured Edward’s face. She saw his smile. She felt his strength. She knew where she wanted to be. She closed her eyes and was off to the past.
She was excited and anxious to see him and the crew. It had only been days since she and him were together. But those days felt like an eternity. When she opened her eyes; she looked around and saw she was in a cabin. She knew instantly that it was his cabin. She made it back safely. She set her trunk down on the floor then went to the door. She was on his ship. She was on The Jewel.
“I made it! And I didn’t die! Thank God!”, she thought to herself. Since no one seemed to be aboard at the time; Kyra went exploring.
After she explored the ship she went back to Edward’s cabin and waited for him and the crew to return. She couldn’t wait to tell him the news about their son. Thankfully she didn’t have to wait long; for Edward and the others were hastily making their way back to the ship.
They had gotten to the second of The Seven Lords Of The Sea; before Robert. In doing so; they had retrieved the key fragment before him. As they set sail; they knew it was a time for them to celebrate! What they didn’t know; was that Kyra would be joining them.
“The day is ours! We beat that bloody bastard to the key fragment! We shall toast to our victory!”, Edward told the crew. Edward and Jonas went to retrieve a few bottles of rum for below deck. Once he and Jonas reappeared; it was time to celebrate!
Her heart fluttered when she saw him. She saw his smile and the joy on his face. She watched; as he and Jonas set a few cases of rum down for the crew. She watched as they celebrated. She wanted to drink and celebrate with them but; she knew that couldn’t because of the baby.
When she stepped out into the lantern light the crew; especially Edward froze. She didn’t know what to say; that was until Ginny ran up and hugged her tightly.
“You came home! You came home! I’ve missed you!”, the sweet girl squealed. “Hi Ginny girl! I’ve missed you too!”, she said as she hugged her back.
She was happy to see her and the crew. And the crew was happy to see her too. But; none were happier to see her more than Edward. After hugging and greeting the crew; including Octavia and Samuel; she filled them in on the future and what it’s like. As the night went on there was more belly rubs, laughing and dancing.
She soon got tired because of the baby. “I wish I could hang all night but—“, she said before gesturing to her growing belly, “this little one says that it’s time for bed. In the morning; we’ll go over the plan in terms of the remaining keys.”
After giving hugs to each member the crew; she and Edward retire to his cabin. Once the door was closed and locked; he wrapped her up in a tight hug. He was careful to not harm the baby; before kissing her passionately.
“I’ve missed you, my love. I hope you’re not in any pain.”, he told her. “No Edward. I’m not in any pain. I know I shouldn’t be here; but I had to see you. I had to hold you. You needed to know. I found out what the baby will be.”, she told him.
His eyes grew bright and wide, “what did you learn, Kyra?”, he asked her. She took his left hand and placed it on her belly; and with tears in her eyes she told him, “it’s a boy, Edward. We are having a boy. Just like the vision of our future.” He looked down at his hand; hovering over her belly and was even more in love with her than ever before.
“You’re doctor is certain; that it’s a boy?”, he asked her. She nodded smiling as tears stained her cheeks. He held her close as she cried happy tears. “There, there my love! This is the greatest news I’ve heard. I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am! Here come sit.”, he said as he soothed her. He had her sit on his bed with his arms around her. “I’ve missed you so much! I just wanted to be in your arms.”, she told him as he rocked her.
After being in his arms for several minutes; she remembered the sonogram picture she brought with her. “There’s something you need to see, Edward.”, she told him as she stood up and walked over to the trunk she brought with her. “What is it, love?”, he answered with a question. That’s when she showed him the picture of their son. After explaining what the picture was and how she got it; she handed it to him. He looked down at the photo in his hands; in a mix of shock, awe and adoration.
That’s when it really hit him that; he was really going to be a father. “I have never seen anything more beautiful. Except you, my love. You are the most beautiful thing in the world to me.”, he told her. His mouth was dry but; his heart was full. He’s going to be a father.
“You must be exhausted, my love. How can I serve you?”, he asks as he takes her in his arms again. She loved every minute of it. She loved that he is willing to dote over her. After kissing him sweetly; she says to him, “I’ve been craving mangoes lately so if Henry has any; will you bring me some?”, she asked him. “Of course! Anything you want; if it’s in my power I will grant you.”, he replied.
“What I want is you and our son. I want our family, Edward. And soon; we’ll have that family.”, she told him. “Yes my love, we will have the family we saw together. I will make sure of it.”, he replied.
With a sweet kiss on her forehead; Edward went to get her some mangoes from the galley.
It was in that quiet moment to herself in his cabin; that she realized: she was truly home.
Stay tuned for part 2 of Ch. 4!
😘
K.
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