#Goodbye all my lovely heathens!

[ninjago-sins]

The Confessional Will be Closing in 1 hour

If you'd like to confess any lingering ninjago sins, get them in soon!

the confessional might be back another time, and maybe with some alterations, but for right now, I'm closing up shop!

#update #this has been fun #it is also a lot #I'm not sure running an ask blog is for me #fun experiment though! #Goodbye all my lovely heathens! #good luck in ninjago hell! #remaining asks will be answered and posted over the next 24 hours

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Traitor

Pairing: Sihtric x reader (female)

Authors note: a big thank you to awesome and incredible @little-diable for having the wonderful and crazy idea to write this together. I loved it so much! You are such an amazing writer.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, angst

Summary: you thought you had been prepared for everything as you were sent to spy on Uhtred, until the moment you met a certain Danish warrior

Word Count: 4,8 K

Headers and dividers by the lovely @arcielee

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I'm not sure if this letter will ever get to you or if you'll even want to read it. But I couldn't leave without saying goodbye.

You probably already know, and it's true. I was sent to spy on Lord Uhtred, on orders from Lord Wihtgar, Uhtred’s cousin and the current ruler of Bebbanburg.

I came here as a spy and an enemy, full of suspicion, hate and disdain. I was sent to spy on a traitor of his own kin, on a heathen teamed up with the Danes to try and bring down my Lord, the rightful ruler of Bebbanburg.

But now, as I'm leaving, I want you to know I'm going as a friend and an ally, even if you can't quite believe it, even if you all rightfully see me as a traitor.

These past few months have taught me so much - about trust, relying on others, feeling accepted, and being valued. But most importantly, I've learned what it means to be loved.

I'm sorry. I know it's not enough, and it never will be…

"It's all blurred and smudged from here. I can't decipher it," Osferth looked up from the small piece of vellum he held in his hands. His gaze wandered around the dimly lit room before settling on the silhouette seated at the table, with elbows propped up and head resting on hands, fingers entwined in hair.

"Read it once more," Sihtric growled, his voice rough and slightly trembling.

"I've already read it to you five times. What do you expect to uncover?" Osferth shrugged. The sound of the bench falling echoed as Sihtric suddenly sprang to his feet, knocking it over and grabbed the cup from the table, draining it in a few hasty gulps. He stood there for a moment, examining it in his hand. Moments later, the cup was hurled to the ground with such force that it shattered into countless small pieces, causing Osferth to flinch.

"Nothing," venom dripped from Sihtric's voice, "I'm a fool, a damned idiot. How could I not see it? How could I be so blind?" he roared before storming out of the room.

It had been surprisingly easy, much easier than you had anticipated. It appeared that Uhtred had a soft spot for taking in masterless dogs and those less fortunate. All it took was a heart-wrenching tale of being captured by Scots as a child and raised as a warrior to win his acceptance. You couldn't help but feel a sense of disdain for his kind-heartedness and naivety. He truly didn't deserve to be called a Lord.

A Lord should be stern and ruthless, someone who instilled fear in their subordinates, devoid of the lower emotions like love and compassion that made people vulnerable to manipulation. This was what you had been taught, ingrained in you since childhood, nurtured by your mother's milk, and enforced by your father's strict hand.

You happened to be the sole child of Bebbanburg's commandant and the trusted right hand of Lord Ælfric Uhtredson. Your father had always yearned for a son, but fate had dealt him a different hand – a daughter, a fragile and small creature with large, inquisitive eyes and infectious laughter.

The carefree and joyful days of your childhood came to an abrupt end when your father finally acknowledged your existence. Around the age of ten, as it became apparent that your mother would not provide the male heir he so desperately desired, your father’s attention shifted to you.

And now, here you were – a grown woman, a trained warrior, and a cunning spy, with deep and sorrowful eyes, and a laughter that had been absent from your life for years. This was how you entered the service of Lord Uhtred.

“You’ve got a knack for it,” Finan chuckled approvingly, and you saw his hand extending towards you to help you up from the ground. You hesitated, uncertain if he genuinely meant it, half-expecting him to withdraw his hand at the last moment, his warm smile giving way to a mocking grin. He had bested you fair and square. Again. Finan the Agile, they called him, and rightly so.

He had the appearance of a large, affable bear, with warm brown eyes, that always seemed to twinkle mischievously. What a deception! That man moved as swiftly as lightning. Despite investing all your strength, skill, and effort, you found yourself seated in the dirt, gasping for breath. The surprise in your eyes was impossible to conceal as you kept glancing at his outstretched hand. Even though you knew by now that his hand would remain there, that you could rely on it and you could trust it not to turn against you, old habits died hard, etched into your very bones, causing you to hesitate once more. 

Finally, you mustered the courage to grasp it, allowing Finan to help you to your feet. "That move earlier, when you suddenly changed direction and lunged to my left, almost caught me off guard. That was impressive," the bearded Irishman continued, his genuine smile unwavering. He retrieved your sword and handed it back to you. "Ready for another round?"

You thought you were prepared for anything. You were ready to fight for your place among the warriors, anticipating challenges and the disdain that comes with being an outsider, a newcomer, and a woman. You were prepared for the sly glances, whistles, and crude remarks, for unwelcome advances and dirty hands trying to grope you. Having been raised in the world of men, you knew their ways well.

"Hey, let the lady catch her breath," Osferth's ever-cheerful voice echoed across the yard as he approached with a pitcher and ale mugs in his hands. The shy former monk was undoubtedly the most peculiar addition to the pack around Uhtred. Why was he even carrying a sword? He seemed clueless about how to use it. Initially, you assumed he might be warming someone's bed, but it soon became evident that this was not the case.

There was no logical explanation for his presence in a warriors' camp, but there he was, offering a bashful smile as he filled the mugs with ale and handed the first one to you. You couldn't deny the calming and radiant aura that accompanied him, something intangible, something elusive that defied explanation. Always courteous and attentive, unwavering in his faith in God's benevolence, he carried the weight of being born out of wedlock with quiet dignity and bestowed genuine kindness upon those around him.

You had believed you were prepared for anything – ready to endure contempt and hatred, to withstand pain and humiliation, to employ your body as both a weapon and allure. You had experienced it all, endured it all, and each time emerged stronger. But there was one thing you hadn't been prepared for – to be accepted just as you were, to be treated with respect and appreciation. Friendship and loyalty had taken you by surprise, and above all, you had never anticipated being cared for and loved.

Love. It had been an empty word, devoid of real meaning to you. In this cursed world where power, authority, and control were the sole currencies of worth, there was no room for something as seemingly foolish as love. How could you have prepared for it when you had never felt it?

Love didn't strike you suddenly, nor did it assault your senses and reason. You might have recognized it then if it had. Instead, it arrived slowly, subtly, through tentative glances and concealed smiles, in the hesitant brush of fingers. It infiltrated your everyday life as helping hands to maintain your weapons or carry your saddlebag, as a casual shift to the side, making room for you at the fire, as unassuming inquiries when you appeared tired or unwell. The genuine care and attention that the reserved and initially withdrawn young Dane with that stern and piercing gaze framed by two mismatched eyes offered so effortlessly and unpretentiously wrapped around you like a soft, welcoming blanket. It dulled your wariness, dazzled you like freshly brewed ale, and you fell for it without regret.

“Fuck,” you moaned, eyes squeezed shut, hands pressed against the cold ground. You were lying flat on your back, unable to take another step. It had been a foolish mistake, really, one second you had tried to prove to the guys how easy it was to balance one too many cups of ale in your hands, the next you had found yourself on the ground. One of the other drunken guys had rammed into you, forcing you to the ground without another warning. 

It had taken you a few seconds to realise what was going on, blinking the tears away that welled up in your eyes due to the pain sticking to your foot. Voices had echoed in your ears, growing louder by the second, forcing you to at least try and sit up. All you could do was watch how Finan had to hold back Sihtric, who was about to tear the guy to shreds. 

You had murmured Sihtric’s name, hoping to catch his attention. If there was one thing you hated, it was being the centre of attention – and being the reason for a fight amongst the guys would definitely put you further into the said centre. It had taken Finan a few moments to get some distance between Sihtric and the guy, forcing the Dane to finally focus on you. 

“Can you stand?” Sihtric had kneeled in front of you, worried eyes flickering between yours and the hurt ankle you pressed your hand against. A whimper had left you as you had to rise, plopping back to the ground with a huff. There was no use in denying the shame thumping through your veins, filling every inch of your body. Only as Sihtric had placed his hand on your chin, redirecting your gaze towards him, had you managed to look at the handsome Dane again, sending him a smile. 

“Up you go.” Without another warning, Sihtric had picked you up, strong arms wrapped around your cold body. The shriek that had clawed through you had left Finan and Osferth laughing, watching Sihtric carry you towards the tent he was supposed to sleep in. 

And now here you were, placed on the warm fur, eyes studying the Dane’s every move. You could tell that something was holding Sihtric back, not daring to touch you for more than a handful of moments, pulling away whenever his eyes found yours as if your mere closeness set fire through his body. It frustrated you, seeing him this weary, scared to touch your already battered body. 

“Sihtric,” you murmured his name, once again sitting up to be closer to him. Your hand darted out to find his warm cheek, trying not to pay the way he seemed to hold his breath too much of your attention. Slowly your thumb began to move, stroking his soft skin, the small marks and scars littering his cheeks, marks you couldn’t help but admire. He emanated strength and danger, and yet you felt awfully safe around him, knowing that he’d always protect you – should you need it. 

With your breath hitched in your chest, it took you a moment to realise what was happening. Sihtric had pressed his lips against yours, hand placed on the back of your head to keep you close, not daring to let you go. Your heart was racing, torn between excitement and confusion, since you had hoped you’d eventually find yourself in a situation like this, and yet you haven’t dared to overthink it much. 

“I am sorry.” Suddenly he pulled away, trying to get some distance between the two as if you were some addicting poison he needed to stay away from. Your wide pupils followed his every haste movement, not understanding what was going on. “You’re hurt, I shouldn’t touch you, not like this.” 

A soft laugh broke out of you, hand reaching out for him to pull Sihtric in for another kiss. The moan that clawed through him left you grinning against his mouth, slowly parting your lips to deepen the kiss. You found yourself pressed against the fur, with Sihtric hovering over you. Neither of you dared to break the kiss this time, not as his hands began to work on your clothes, not as you fought against the need to arch your back to let go of a deep moan. 

“I want to take care of you, take away your pain. Will you let me?” His raspy voice shot shudders down your spine, eyes rolling back into your head the second his warm mouth found your chest. All you could do was moan his name, teeth running along your lower lip to somewhat try to be quiet, not wanting to attract the attention of nearby drunkards. Expectedly he sucked on your hardening nubs, grinning whenever you choked on his name. “My pretty shieldmaiden, the fiercest warrior I aim to claim.”

“Gods, Sihtric, more. Please.” Sihtric blindly followed your choked command, kissing his way down to your heat. You were dripping for him, needing to feel his hands and mouth on you before he could fuck you like you had dreamt of him doing for a while now. The way he groaned at your taste left you clenching around nothing, fingers holding onto the furs to try and ground yourself. 

His colourful eyes watched you intently, not wanting to miss one single expression, telling him all about how you felt buried beneath him, with his mouth on you. You felt as if you were drowning, clinging to every breath you were allowed to inhale, close to passing out. But Sihtric was determined, wanting to push the most sinful yet most beautiful sensation through your body. 

“I must have pleased the Gods for being allowed to feel you this close, you’re mine now.” A hum left you, unable to reply with words as he forced two fingers into your tightness. Your walls clenched around him, telling him that you were already close. The grin he wore on his lips was devilish as he spoke up once again, “Say it, say that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, fuck, only yours.” Your eyes rolled back into your head as you came on his fingers, whimpering his name. Sihtric’s thumb kept circling your pulsing bundle, prolonging the intense sensations for a few more moments. For a second it felt as if you were reborn, heart racing too fast, palms sweaty from the way you had tried to hold onto the furs. 

You tried to rise from your position, wondering what he’d do next, but Sihtric kept you pressed to the ground, looking like Loki himself, the trickster with a grin that could fool anybody. With wide eyes, you watched Sihtric undress, leathers plopping to the ground to expose his carefully chiselled muscles, gracing his stomach, his arms, and his thighs. All you could do was choke on your breath as your eyes focused on his hard cock, begging for your touch, to feel you wrapped around him. 

“I promised to take care of you, but I won’t be gentle, not when I’ve got you buried beneath me like that.” Sihtric’s voice dripped with possessiveness, lust, and excitement, once again leaving you covered in goosebumps. You nodded, unable to speak up as his mouth found yours, kissing you breathless while he aligned himself with your cunt. “Hold onto me, mark me up.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, clawing your fingernails into his warm skin, adding more scars to the ones he had collected on battlefields. And yet he’d be prouder of the ones you added than any other, he’d fight any war if it meant getting to be with you. The both of you moaned in unison as he pushed into you, forcing your walls to adjust to his size. 

Sihtric hadn’t lied, he wasn’t soft, wasn’t sweet, no, he fucked you like a man on a mission, a man who followed his lord’s commands. And you loved every moment of it, every rough thrust that managed to set your body ablaze, every thrust that left you choking on the air you were desperate for. Your nails left bloody marks down his shoulders, holding onto him as he fucked you on the fur, hoping that this was the first of many nights you’d spent on this fur together. 

“You feel so good around me like the gods have crafted you for me, mine to own, mine to love.” Sihtric’s words almost drew tears to your eyes, desperately wanting to reply, to tell him about your feelings, but you couldn’t. You were too far gone, once again close to falling off the edge. With one last kiss pressed to your lips, you came, moaning his name into the cold night. Sihtric fucked you through your release, groaning into the crook of your neck as he came only a few seconds later. 

You both panted heavily, slowly coming down from your highs, as your foggy mind gradually cleared, and your hazy gaze locked onto Sihtric's mismatched eyes.

This was the moment you always hated the most - the moment of harsh and uncomfortable truth, filled with awkward glances, whispered words, and hurried, clumsy movements. It was the time when one inevitably left, fumbling for clothes and murmuring promises that were never meant to be kept.

You had been on both sides often enough; it was neither new nor unexpected to you. However, for perhaps the first time in your life, you felt an inexplicable emotion creeping beneath your skin. It drove you to dig your fingers into the plush, sweat-soaked furs beneath you, restraining the impulse to pathetically wrap your arms around Sihtric's shoulders in a desperate attempt to keep him from leaving.

Sihtric crushed down beside you, his breath ragged, and his strong arms instinctively encircled you, pulling your back flush against his chest as though he feared you might disappear.

"Will you stay with me?" a hoarse whisper brushed against your ear, igniting a new sense of life within you.

"I couldn't leave even if I wanted to," you chuckled softly.

"Do you want to?"

"No, I don't," you whispered, turning to face him.

"Good, because I don't want you to either," Sihtric murmured, pressing his lips against yours.

I'm sorry I never found the courage to say these words to you. I always thought there would be enough time for that.

I just hope you felt it, I hope you sensed it, how much I loved you. And I still do. I want you to know that will never change. I will always love you, until my very last breath.

Tears welled up in your eyes, falling onto the vellum before you.

Muffled noises from outside caught your attention, and you hastily rolled it up, inadvertently smudging the ink where your tears had fallen. Time was running out; you had to leave. There had always been rumours of Uhtred having his own spies in Bebbanburg, though no one had ever managed to prove them. Today, you had seen him - the blacksmith from Bebbanburg, here in Rumcofa, in Uhtred’s hall. You had tried to hide, but it had been too late. He had seen you, his eyes glued to your pale face, as your heart frantically drummed against your ribs. He had recognized you, just as you had recognized him, and in that moment when your eyes met, you knew your mission had reached its end.

It was too late to confess your true purpose for coming here. You had wanted to reveal your real identity so many times, but the right moment had never seemed to come. And now, it was too late. Your past life had caught up with you, its cold, bony fingers slowly closing around your throat. You didn’t want to leave, but you couldn't stay.

Silence, absolute silence enveloped you, devoid of any sound—no voices, no footsteps, no creaking doors. There was nothing to attract your attention, it was as if the world itself had stilled, allowing your thoughts to flutter through your mind like startled birds, beating against the cage of your consciousness. You had never imagined that silence could be so agonisingly painful, so suffocating.

He will not come! He hates and detests you! You deserve it! The cruel voice echoed in your head, driving you to cover your ears with your hands. Growls of frustration escaped your lips, reverberating against the thick walls of Bebbanburg's dungeon, as you attempted to silence the relentless taunting.

Bebbanburg had fallen, or rather, it had been reclaimed by its rightful owner. You had always known this moment would come, understood that Uhtred would never relinquish his birthright, his lands, or the fortress of his ancestors. You had simultaneously dreaded and longed for this day, aware that it would spell both your doom and your salvation. And now, it was a reality.

God as your witness, you had tried to forget him. You had attempted to banish him from your thoughts, to expel the longing from your mind. For a time, you had even believed you had succeeded, drowning your yearning and hunger for Sihtric's touch, for his commanding yet gentle voice whose orders you had been so eager to obey, for the stern yet loving gaze of his mismatched eyes that seemed to follow you wherever you went.

But the moment you laid eyes on him and Finan on the upper walkway, flanked by guards, you knew it had all been an illusion. You knew you had failed utterly. Your hand shot up instinctively, covering your mouth to stifle the scream threatening to erupt from your chest. 

As if in a haze, you recalled following the guards, sneaking into the dungeon—this very dungeon whose walls you had been pounding in anger and despair for the past few hours, leaving your knuckles raw and bleeding. Then, like a bolt of lightning carrying God's wrath, like a spear hurled by an enemy's hand, it struck you. The coldness in Sihtric's gaze as he lifted his eyes from the lifeless bodies of the guards on the floor to meet yours froze the words forming on your lips, causing them to hang in the air before shattering into a thousand pieces upon the ground.

"You?" was the sole word that escaped Finan's lips as you swiftly cut through the ropes binding their hands, yet even that was laden with disdain and revulsion. You had shown them the way out, the concealed passage to the main hall, and they had left—no words exchanged, no glances shared, no turning back—just silence, relentless silence. The same oppressive silence lingered as Ælfwynn and Hild departed the fortress through the small, secret door you had revealed to them. Traitor, her eyes had silently screamed at you.

You could have fled, escaped, started anew far from this cursed fortress, far from everyone who governed your life. You could have been free. Yet, as tempting as it was, you knew there was no escaping yourself, no escaping the searing shame and longing that had gnawed at you from within all this time. You couldn't leave, not again.

It was Sihtric's hands that seized you, wrenching you to your feet and twisting your arms behind your back when they found you seated in the main hall, awaiting their arrival. You offered no resistance; the touch of him, even as his eyes blazed with hatred, sent shivers down your spine, and you allowed yourself to be dragged to the dungeon in silence. What could you say? How could you explain the inexplicable?

Leaning back against the cold and unforgiving stone wall, you felt the rugged surface digging into your skin even through your clothes as you slowly sank to the ground. Here you were, locked up in the dark and soundless cells beneath Bebbanburg, waiting for something you knew would never come. Closing your eyes, you let the silence envelop you, to become a part of you, to seep into your soul. You were alone, yet strangely, you felt free. No more lies, no more disguise. Just you.

A creaking sound reached your ears, and you slowly, almost unwillingly, opened your eyes to meet whoever had decided to disturb your silence.

“I should have known.” You’d always recognise his voice, wrapping itself around you like the warm summer breeze. But now it wasn’t warm, no, it was set on freezing you, leaving marks that would forever remind you of your betrayal. Your eyes watched his every move, wondering, perhaps even fearing, that he’d step even closer.

God, how could you have betrayed the man who owned your heart? Why did you keep quiet, when he was right there to hold you, to take away your pain? 

“A traitor, good for nothing. I should be ashamed that I touched you.” At first, his words hurt you, cutting deeper than the swords he had held before ever could. But the more you pondered on them, the more you found yourself focusing on the “should” that had rolled off his tongue. 

“Should?” It was just a whisper leaving you, and yet it was enough to draw a sigh from Sihtric. He unlocked the cell and stepped into the small space you were forced to call your own. 

“As much as I want to hate you for betraying my lord, for betraying my family, for betraying me I can’t. The Gods know how much I tried to.” Sihtric crouched down in front of you, his differently coloured eyes wandering over your features, unable to bite down the smile that tugged on his lips as you leaned closer. Carefully he cupped your cold cheek, pondering on his next move. 

“I am sorry, so very sorry.” All he did was hum, dipping his head down to kiss you. You knew that he wouldn’t forgive you easily, but yet you hoped that he’d learn to, no matter what it took, you’d do it if it meant regaining his trust. Within seconds you were pulled to your feet, front pressed against the cold stones, away from him. 

The whine rumbling through you left Sihtric chuckling, a sound so familiar and yet it dripped with something you weren’t used to, something dark, something that left your body covered in goosebumps. You wanted to look at him, it had been too many hours since you had last gotten the chance to, but Sihtric didn’t loosen his grip, not even as he freed you from the fabrics and leathers covering your body. 

“You’ll take my cock and you’ll thank me for it. It’s the least you can do.” The sob that left you was almost pathetic, torn between the arousal thumping through your veins and the fear holding you hostage. Would he ever forgive you? Would he ever ask you to tell your side of the story? Thoughts that were lost the second he pushed into you from behind. 

It had been too long since Sihtric had last touched you, and yet your body clung to him, begging him to keep on going, to fuck you like you were his. God, how much you wanted to be his, the one to care for, the one who’d hold you close whenever you needed him to. The way he moaned into your ear, hand placed over your mouth to keep you quiet, made you shudder in need. 

“Fuck, they could hang me for humping a traitor, but you feel too good, you always have.” His pleasure-drunken words made you clench around him, eyes squeezed shut to keep your tears from rolling down your cheeks. This was your fault, your wrongdoing, and now you were paying the price, taking the cock of the man you loved, while he called you a traitor. 

You whimpered his name, unable to keep on speaking as his cock nudged against the swollen spot, making you see stars. With your hands pressed against the cold stones, you tried to ground yourself, hoping that you wouldn’t pass out from the intense sensations, especially when he had you on your two feet. 

The sounds of your bodies meeting grew louder as Sihtric felt your orgasm nearing, already done for, set on pushing you over the edge. Tears now dripped from your eyes, guided by the intense pleasure only Sihtric made you feel. Another choked gasp left you as you came on his cock, begging him to follow. 

Sihtric came moments later, imprinting himself on your walls with a groan. The both of you were heavily panting, but while you had your eyes squeezed shut, Sihtric already pulled out of you, wordlessly redressing himself. Slowly you turned towards him, eyebrows furrowed, eyes glassy. 

You wanted to beg him for forgiveness, once again desperate to regain his trust, but he kept on studying you, wordlessly. And without another word leaving him, he turned from you, leaving you behind, with the cell unlocked. He was giving you a way out, a test, nothing more than a test. 

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Song Recommendations

Thought I might share my Aziraphale/Crowley playlists! They're a bit unconventional, but I hope some enjoy!

Aziraphale

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier

Killer Queen by Queen

Chemtrails over the Country Club by Lana Del Ray

Talk by Hozier

Not Strong Enough by boygenius

Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart by Mitski

Which Witch by Florence & The Machine

I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski

Back To December by Taylor Swift

Delicate by Taylor Swift

Would That I by Hozier

All Things End by Hozier

Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood

Tis the Damn Season by Taylor Swift

Half The World Away by Aurora

Exist for Love by Aurora

Warrior by Aurora

I miss her and I blame you by MALINDA

First Light by Hozier

Sunlight by Hozier

Hallelujah covered by Rufus Wainwright

Crowley

Hot Gum by Sofia Isella

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

Starboy by The Weeknd

Art Deco by Lana Del Ray

Enjoy The Silence by Depeche Mode

Nothing's New by Rio Romeo

Somebody to Love by Queen

You Are In Love by Taylor Swift

Take me to Church by Hozier

From Eden by Hozier

Work Song by Hozier

Shrike by Hozier

False God by Taylor Swift

The Night We Met by Lord Huron

Heathens by Aurora

Apple Tree by Aurora

Like Real People Do by Hozier

No Plan by Hozier

Run by Hozier

#aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens 2 #good omens #good omens 3 #good-omens #song recs

[lemonyko0]

Test Dummy - jjk

college gives you the perfect fresh start, far, far away from your brother and any of his cock-blocking friends. or so, you thought.

» genre: fluff! best friends brother 👀 college au, little steamy and mentions of s3x.

» word count: 4.1k

Test Dummy - jjk

We’ve all heard about “forbidden love”. We’ve seen all the movies, read all the books, watched all of the predictable tv shows. I mean, what did you think was going to happen, they weren’t going to get together?

And yet, we continue to eat it up, every time, without fail.

“What is your beef with romance? Would you rather it be easy and straight to the point or do you think writers should end every romance in tragedy?” Mina scoffs and laughs at the foot of the bed as she proof-reads my essay. “I just don’t understand your point, y/n.”

I snatch the laptop away from her, “If you’re going to start making comments before you even finish reading it, I’m not going to let you read it at all!”

She laughs and rolls onto her back on my bed, “Fine, whatever, you probably don’t need anyone else to read it anyway, I’m sure it’s great.”

I nod, “You’re right, I don’t, you asked, remember?”

She grins, “Did I?”

I roll my eyes, “Shoo, leave my house.” Her boyfriend had texted her fifteen minutes ago saying he was on his way from her parents house, “why didn’t you invite your new boyfriend again?” I ask, referring to the cellphone in her hand as she slings her coat on and grabs her purse.

Her brows raise and she thinks about her words before speaking, something I most definitely never do, and she reminds me all the time. “Honestly? I knew your brother and his heathens would be back too, and the last thing I want him around is more testosterone.”

She laughs, having previously mentioned this one is the jealous type (which is apparently, something she’s into) and she was correct in assuming my house would look the same it did in high school, Seokjin and his friends all running around the house, being loud, eating all the food, and bothering any other life-forms in the house.

“Yeah you’re right, this place is still a sausage fest. However, I think today only four of seven losers are here. Not sure though, they’ve been quiet the last hour.”

She nods, “Must be eating.”

I shake my head as well, “Food! Oh god I’m totally gonna go crash their party, I’ll walk you out.”

I bid Mina goodbye and sigh in relief as I close the door. Not that I didn’t enjoy Mina’s presence, we’ve been friends for years and despite going to different schools after graduating, we’ve still kept in touch, but entertaining people for that long, is always taxing on my social battery.

Just as Mina and I make a habit out of reuniting during school breaks and holidays, as does Seokjin and his annoying group of friends.

I stroll around the downstairs area of my family home, parents gone somewhere I’m sure they mentioned but I’m sure I ignored, and no boys to be found. “Must be in his room or something.” I mumble to myself, opening the fridge and bending down to grab a soda.

“Actually we’re in the basement dusting off the pool table, hand me one?” I practically jump out of my skin at the sound of another voice in the room, let alone directly behind me. He grins widely, “Hi, pretty.”

I smack his shoulder and shove a drink in his hand before walking past him, “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, and furthermore,” I lower my voice and turn to face him, now separated by the kitchen bar, “why the hell are you talking to me like that here? That is beyond off-limits!”

He’s still sporting a shit-eating grin, “You were actually being serious about not telling your family?” I widen my eyes and gesture around us, he scoffs, “Y/N, seriously?”

I sigh, “Jungkook, this is just,” I pause, “too weird to deal with right now.”

He circles the table coolly, still leaving a respectable distance between us, “I vividly remember you saying something different a few months ago, probably when we were in my bed, but oh! Maybe it was yours?” He laughs, as if what he was saying was actually funny, “Sorry, after so many times I just get confused.”

I scan the room again, my face dark red and my hair falling from behind my ears as I aggressively point my finger, “We already talked about this and you promised me Jungkook! Now drop it.”

He takes steps closer until his chest is brushing against my finger and I drop my hand in defiance, “I didn’t agree to be your sneaky-link, I want to be your boyfriend.”

“No.” I state simply, turning to leave the room.

Jungkook quickly grabs onto my arm, “Come on Y/N, just rip the bandaid off, and tell them you’re seeing someone! Better yet, he’s right god damn here to support you! Aren’t you exhausted from this constant tug and pull thing you’ve got going on?”

I pull away from him and very theatrically tell him, “NO.” He sighs dramatically and I scoff, “What on earth do I have to tell anyone? Not only are we not together, but you are also Seokjin’s best friend.”

He throws his head back in annoyance, “I don’t understand-”

“And I will be more than glad to talk you through it, after break.” I stop him right there, tired from repeating the same argument over, and over again.

Before leaving for university, the thought of ever being with one of my brothers delinquent friends sounded appalling. I had to listen to their male nonsense my entire life, being dragged around and made fun of and simultaneously, extremely cock-blocked. Not a single date-night, crush, date to dances, anything. If I wanted one, he’d be scrutinized and scared off. It was impossible, and incredibly annoying.

So imagine my delight, leaving for school knowing I had successfully avoided both my brother, and every single one of his associates.

That is until Jungkook transfers his second year, and didn’t tell anyone where-to until it was too late.

Which I figured, whatever. The likely chance we’ll ever cross paths is slim to none, no problem!

Except he latched onto me like an actual parasite. It had taken him long enough to find the overlap in our schedules, my study time coincided with his! Oh and his gym-time too! And he liked getting coffee around the same time as me as well! Oh and he doesn’t like the treadmills at the gym anymore, and would much rather run at the same time as me, on the same path, and at the same pace.

I questioned his motives from the start, and eventually gave up on pushing him away. I could have worse company, I suppose. And compared to the rest of his and Seokjin’s friend’s, I did know him the best, and disliked him the least.

We actually grew close in a short amount of time and I found myself enjoying his company, although I still struggle to admit it. I tried so hard to clear my life of my brother's shadow looming over me but Jungkook never mentioned it. He actually seemed to pick up on my avoidance, and what I was trying to do by going to a big school and one I knew no one else was attending. He was perfect in the sense that I never had to tell Jungkook what I was thinking, he just, knew. He also knew what to do, and just what I needed.

As one should have expected, you can’t just fling yourself into the dating world head-first and expect everything to work out how you imagined it would. I had no experience! No precursor, no context clues, no cues, and absolutely zero clue that the rules and expectations of college-dating was completely different to those you read about.

I was on the third failed date when Jungkook decided it was time to ask, even though I knew he was hesitant.

It was autumn, the leaves turning cool to warm-tones and trees shedding, I remembered the extra crunch during my morning run with Jungkook. He sat against my bed with a textbook in front of him and a notebook in his lap when he looks up at me on my bed, “How did your date go?”

I hum, looking at him questioningly, knowing damn-well I had never mentioned my dating life to Jungkook. “You know, you won’t shrivel up and die if you ask people for help.”

I begrudgingly chuckle at his comment, “I don’t need to ask for help. Men are just stupid and horny.”

He nods, “I don’t deny that, but, perhaps you’re fishing in the wrong pool.”

I sigh, “I’ve fished from different pools! I did the ‘helpful guy in my maths class’ and the ‘cute guy always in the library’ and even dating apps! And one would think if you just wanted to have sex, you would NOT put ‘looking for a relationship’ in your bio, but I suppose some people just aren’t that logically-inclined?”

He grins and leans his head back against my bed, “actual dating isn’t what half of the guys your age are looking for right now. Sorry to say it, but unless flings are what you’re looking for, first-year guys aren’t going to offer more.” He speaks easily, almost tentatively, as if he was breaking hard news to me. “At least, not this early in the year. But I get your enthusiasm, it’s not like you got out much in school.”

I raise my eyebrows to that, “That’s for damn sure.” We both chuckle, and I sigh annoyed, “It’s just upsetting, like everyone is at a completely different place in their lives than me, I mean, fuck I’ve never so much as made out with someone!” I laugh and he hesitantly laughs after me, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t register at the time, but I continued, because he was listening, and for once I felt comfortable enough to tell someone other than Mina, and I needed that. She wasn’t here anymore, and doing things on my own wasn’t working. “I just, feel so detached and angry.”

He nods, leaving a few moments of silence to ensure I was done before speaking, “I mean, if it bothers you that much and you think it’d help, I will certainly volunteer to be your test dummy.”

I smile before his words really sink in and I look down to him with brows furrowed, he’s grinning with a pained expression, “what do you mean by that Jungkook?”

His eyes widen and he raises his hands in surrender, “I-I strictly mean it in a if-it-would-help sense, just, trying to offer solutions! Sorry, that was weird and wrong.”

He slouches back down and buries himself in his work, and it’s not spoken of again.

Two weeks later, and my morning runs with Jungkook have become a given, and as the leaves turn redder and begin to brown and fall off, I find his presence more and more comforting. I’m not sure exactly when the lines blurred. I wish I could say I was on something. I wasn’t sober, I was lonely, I was just being stupid. But none of it was true. Well, that last bit is partly true, I was stupid, for not seeing what was going on until it was right in front of me.

“Why not you?” I speak aloud, almost as if my thoughts had slipped past the gates in my brain and right out of my mouth.

It catches Jungkook off-guard, my out of context bambling. He was just stretching against a nearby tree after our run, and asked me what coffee shop I was in the mood for. “Why not me, what?”

I stare at him, mouth agape, and I’m sure it takes me much longer than it should have to conjure up a response. I ran through my options, lie, surely. It’s not supposed to go like this.

Or, just tell him. Jungkook had been a more than good friend to me up until then, why not? “Why not you?” I repeat. He doesn’t speak, leaving me to fill in more of the blanks. I catch my breath finally, “You, Jungkook.” I say, he nods, slowly, almost like he was worried or scared. “Why not go on a date, with you?”

He stares at me. Emotionless. He doesn’t react. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t so much as move the stray hair falling into his eyes from underneath his hoodie. I laugh, “Nevermind, that was stupid of me.”

He stills, before shaking out of it then shaking his head profusely, “No no no no, not stupid.” I raise my brows and he looks me in the eyes, “I mean, are you being serious?”

I nod slowly, “Well, yeah, it makes perfect sense, and you even brought it up, a while ago.”

He hums, “Yeah, I’m sure I did, but, when?”

He asks for a reminder, “When you told me you volunteered to be my ‘test dummy’ for relationships. So why not, show me what it’s like.”

Something told me his reaction was disingenuous, “Oh, yeah, sure.”

He smiled anyway, picking up his bag and water, “Well, in that case, let our first date be a coffee date, on me.” He animatedly looped his arm around mine and walked away from our running trail and towards the nearby shop.

Jungkook was, as expected, a perfect gentleman. And I thought, that was what he was supposed to be. We were doing this whole thing so I could get some experience under my belt with less hassle and pressure, it was perfect.

There was always something, though. A little voice screaming at me that something is wrong and needed to be addressed. But neither of us did. Not when he walked me to my ‘doorstep’ (the front of my building) on our third date and told me, “this is when any good man would likely try to kiss you.” He looked at me, I looked at him and nodded, “the third date?” He nodded, “Yep, of course, only if you’re showing signs you’re interested, and even better if he explicitly asks.”

I nod and smile up at him, both of our hands shoved into our pockets, the wind making the nighttime much chillier. He bites at his bottom lip and shifts his weight from his toes, to his heels, and back and forth, until I say, “so, are you going to ask?”

This stops him, “ask… what?”

I laugh, thinking how stupid of a question, “To kiss me?”

His eyes widen, and then he leans back, shaking his head with a grin, “No no, this isn’t-”

“What, did I do something wrong?”

He quickly shakes his head, “No, nothing, you’re perfect.”

I ignore the way my cheeks flush despite the cold, “Okay then.” I lead on, he looks at his feet. He never tried to leave, he never told me goodnight, offered to kiss me on the cheek, he just did, nothing.

And I simply wasn’t having that.

I leaned up on my toes and pulled my warm hands from my pockets and placed them tentatively on his face, and I kissed him.

It was quick, I had kissed someone before, albeit years ago, and I was not confident at all in my skills. But I was confident in myself. I knew he wanted to kiss me but didn’t think it was right.

I bid him goodbye that night, and life went on just as it always did. From that line crossed, every line there on after became more and more blurred. When exactly “trial dating” became real dating, I’m unsure.

It gave me a perfect excuse as to why I was spending so much time with Jungkook, and why I was enjoying it, until I tried wine for the first time. We both had a decent amount, and I had sex for the first time.

That, still, is one of my largest regrets. I mostly wish we could go back, and do it differently. Or had at least weighed the outcomes of putting me, the guy I liked, and a bottle of wine and zero reference of a tolerance in a romantically-set up room.

From then on, Jungkook and I have argued over what we are, what to do, what we were doing, at all. I had made a bubble. A perfectly constructed, safe space. No one holding me back, judging me, or shadows looming. I was comfortable in my bubble.

That was until break came, and my bubble literally, popped.

I told Jungkook, (I’ll admit, rather coldly) that from the moment we were back in our hometown, none of this had ever happened. “If they ask, we kept up with each other on campus as friends, but that was it.”

He did not take well to this, but what was I supposed to do? Re-introduce one of my brother's closest friends as “my friend I go on dates with and kiss and sleep with every so often but he’s not really my boyfriend I don’t know we haven’t figured it out yet.” ???? Absolutely not. It is too complicated, too fast, too much for my brain to deal with all at once. It is bad enough returning home, and even worse knowing my problems were following me and harassing me in my own kitchen.

Jungkook sighs, having relented, “I don’t know what else to do, y/n.”

I pause for a moment, then shrug, “I’ve told you, i-it’s a hard situation. And any normal guy in your position would most definitely not be invited to my home during holiday, let alone bonding with my entire family and even join us for freaking christmas dinner if he wanted.”

His eyes look past me before nodding solemnly, “I get that, really, I-I’ve kept my distance! I’ve done what you asked, but you’re not even meeting me halfway.”

I put my hands out in front of him, “There is no half-way Jungkook.” I look to the basement door when I hear a voice and the steps creaking, “As of right now, there is nothing to talk about.”

He opens his mouth to complain and I loudly hush him, “Ah! Stop talking.”

He tries speaking again, no doubt further complaints about how unfair I’m being, and thankfully he notices Seokjin seconds before he slings his arm around him with a grin, “Wondered what was taking you so long to grab my coke.”

He laughs it off and Seokjin crosses the kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge, and I turn to leave before he calls out to me, “Yeah?”

“There’s still pizza down there, and we found the missing 4 striped ball.” He points at the basement door with the drink in his hand and chuckles, “Which if I remember correctly, you lost when you practically threw it at me.”

I roll my eyes, “I did not throw it at you, you hid it from me so I couldn’t win, I was beating you so bad you had to cheat.”

He chortles, “Yeah, that may be, but I’m nowhere near the best player anymore, you could easily win even if I cheated.”

I nod, “Yeah I’m sure-”

“Actually, Jungkook beat me twice and Taehyung forfeited, that's why we sent him up here, so we could have our own losers match.” He makes himself laugh even harder, walking back over to Jungkook, “We’re gonna go play mario kart in my old bedroom, you can join us or see if y/n is still the best at pool.” He speaks to Jungkook, but looks at me.

I shake my head, “It’s not that deep-”

“Of course! We have to.” Jungkook says quickly. I narrow my eyes towards him and he grins cockily, “unless you know you’ll already lose.”

I roll my eyes, “Comedic, you’ve always been a sore loser, I refuse for the sake of your ego.”

He scoffs, “Nope. Liar. You know you’re no good anymore and you’ll lose.”

I shake my head, “You’ll say anything to get me to play.”

He leans against the table, “Just one round. And I’ll even offer best of three, when you lose.” He grins cockily and I mock him.

“Whatever. ONE round, that’s it.”

Seokjin claps, “Perfect! Winner can run their victory lap around the house and boasting rights until next year, and loser pays our dinner later.” He pats our backs excitedly before jogging up to his room, Taehyung not far behind him.

Jungkook and I enter the basement, setting up the game and talking shit, as one does. “Who’s breaking?”

He smiles, holding his chosen pool cue, “Ladies first.”

I nod, “Such a gentleman.”

He laughs, “Yeah, that’s what got me into your pants.”

I mess up my shot and berate him. “I have half the mind to come over there and use this forcefully.” I lift up my pool cue and he pretends to be scared.

“Oh no! Please don’t!” I walk over to him, slap his chest and I only get one good (albeit, wimpy, compared to his strength) hit in before he grabs both of my hands and backs me into the pool table. He leans into me, our bodies touching leaving absolutely no room, and he kisses me.

I’m able to forget my surroundings and lose all rationality when he kisses me. He licks at my lips and I let his tongue slide past, soon enough his hands drop the cue, mine long forgotten as his hands slide down my body and he lifts me onto the table.

My hands are split, one tangling his hair and the other feeling his chest. He continues to kiss me fervently, hungrily, like he was touch-starved and in dire need of attention. He pulls me close and rubs against me, showing me how bad he wants me and it takes all the strength I have left to pull away, calling out to him. He ignores me the first time, kissing me in response to his name. I pull away again, “Jungkook.” he hums, busying himself with kissing and biting my neck, “Jungkook, w-we can’t.”

My pleas fall on deaf ears. “Jungkook, please,” my hands tug on his arms that are wrapped around me, “not here.”

He buries his face in my neck and leans into me with an annoyed groan. I let him rest like that for a while, waiting until he lifted his head and looked at me. “I don’t actually want to play pool.”

I chuckle, “Me neither.”

He takes a deep breath and nods, “Okay so let's use this table for a much better purpose.” He leans back into kiss me and I turn away, laughing at his desperate attempt.

“Jungkook, it’s bad enough, what we’re doing, let alone to do it in my house, where Seokjin is literally in, right now.”

He whines, “I don’t care! I will go up there right now and tell him-”

“Tell him what?!” Jungkook stops in his tracks. “Tell him what, Jungkook?” He doesn’t respond. “Exactly. We don’t have a label. I’m not ready to figure this out yet, there’s nothing to tell them now.”

His gaze softens and he steps towards me, his hands resting on my thighs as he draws circles on them, “But we’ll tell them eventually? It won’t be like this, much longer?”

I sigh, scratching his head and looking him in the eyes, “if we become official, if we really work out, then yes, of course. We’ll tell them.”

He kisses me again, barely parting our lips, “Okay, I’ll stop.”

I kiss him back and laugh, “Really? That’s all it took?” He furrows his brows. “Jungkook, I’ve been saying that since the beginning. Albeit, quite meaner.”

He nods, “You were being a megabitch, but I really like you so I didn’t mind.” He presses our noses together and smiles. I push his chest offendedly and he doesn’t move an inch, “You were stressed, worried, and confused, I don’t blame you. I should've been more sympathetic.” I kiss him again and thank him, followed by my own apology for mistreating him. “But there is still something different this time.”

I hum, “Yeah? What.”

He grins, “You acknowledged us being together.”

I roll my eyes, knowing I couldn’t hide the way my cheeks heat while trapped in his arms, “Whatever, stop talking.”

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[modern-tradwife]

Salty rant incoming...

The LGBTQ266373JDJHFKSJD community is like more of a religion than actual religions at this point.

You could spend your life dedicated to the cause, say and do all the right things. Put your life on the line for your "friends."

But if the queerest person in the room starts going off about some ass backward shit, and you don't bark "yup" like a trained dog. Say goodbye 👋

No amount of explaining, appealing, or apologies will save you. You've been ousted from the village like a goddam heathen.

I would literally have more support walking into a church with satanic symbols tattooed to my face. If that doesn't put into perspective how messed up this is...

I honestly shouldn't be surprised at this point. I've always been suspicious of that community from the beginning. Many of them seem to have a chip on their shoulder about bisexuality, especially those of us lowley fence sitters who decided to fall in love with a man. Ironically enough, it was LGBT people who kept me in the closet for even longer than I had to be. Witch hunting fake bi girls was super fun for them. And for some reason, that wasn't enough for me to bow out of that social group (I was young and naïve.)

So screw em. By all means, love who you love but screw that fake ass "community." If you think they really got your back. Try cutting out the self-censorship and say what you actually think. Watch these pillars of tolerance turn to fuckin salt.

#sorry i'm salty rn #apparently its weird to tell people to put their dick away in front of kids #but no i'm evil for being a #tradwife #sahm #tradfem #100 000 gender identities and none of them are allowed to be feminine woman #fuck off #who you bone is a dumb basis for a community anyways #join a knitting club you'll probably have more in common

[punkette1026]

Chapter 3-I Love You

Summary:

Getting closer to Abby's arrival, Marcus thinks back to the first time that expressed their true feelings to each other and promised that they were both all in for building future together.

Warnings: Lots of sex. You have been warned! Also wrap it up you heathens! Con Sex, Oral, Marcus is a little dominating, unprotected sex

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‘I’m on my way. Be there soon!’                -A.R.

It finally came, the text that Marcus had been waiting for. Abigail was finally on her way and a rush of anxiety filled his body. As much as he tried to remain positive, dread also filled him. Marcus knew that there was a chance that he was going to leave the coffee shop that was so near and dear to his heart, a single man.

The dream of having the ultimate fairytale ending had now become a nightmare. All the goals, the expectations, every little detail of their lives that they had planned together would be all for nothing. He remembered the day that they made their little check list, and it was also the day that they said ‘I love you’ for the first time.

Flashback...

When people talk about long distance relationships being a challenge, they aren’t lying. After kiss in the park, Marcus and Abby tried to spend every moment that they could with each other until it was time for her to go back to New York.

They had come up with a game plan that when he had time off of work, Marcus would either fly or drive up to see her, especially when Abby would have breaks off from school. When he would go visit her, Abby would take him to all her favorite places, including the art museum that she loved to go to. He became her own personal bodyguard.

Abby loved seeing Marcus’s passion and expertise come out as he took his time to explain each piece to her and let her know what it meant to him. Abby loved every minute of it and would listen to every little thing that he said. Marcus would give her the same respect when they were in her living room, and she would play her music for him and explain the meaning of every song that she wrote. They both thanked the stars that they had found someone who was eager to share their passions with.

As much as they loved being with each other and spending time together, it pained them when it was time for Marcus to head back home. It was already hard enough that when Marcus did come to visit, he opted to stay in a hotel or on her couch. He didn’t trust himself to stay in the same bed as her. His want and need for her was so strong, that if something were to happen, Marcus was certain that he would never go back to D.C. again. When it did come time to say goodbye, Marcus would hold Abby as she cried. Being able to be in his arms whenever she wanted or to kiss him goodnight before they went their separate ways to bed was different than calling each other at night and listening to each other fall asleep on the phone. They both couldn’t wait for the day that they could be together full time.

That time came when after a long three months, it was finally time for Abby to move back to D.C. In just two days’ time, Abby would finally be a college graduate after struggling to stay motivated and push through the struggle. Marcus had been her major supporter as he rooted for her and let her know that wonderful things awaited her on the other side.

He was so excited that he had shown up days early to help her pack up her tiny apartment and clean it out before he would help her drive everything down to the new apartment that she had waiting for her back in D.C.

“Princess, what did you want to do with this box of stuff,” Marcus asked, coming out of her bedroom.

Abby walked over and looked to see what the box contained, “Oh those can go into the donate pile. It’s just a bunch of old odds and ends that other people can use.”

“Alrighty into the donate pile it goes,” Marcus smiled as he placed it into the growing pile that they had going. “Also, the bedroom is almost done. I just need you to come look at some piles of clothes that look like they need to be sorted. How’s it going in here?”

“Well, the kitchen has been deep cleaned the best that I can do, and I’m almost finished with the bathroom. I already took the extra food and cans that I had leftover to the elderly lady that lives across the way. She was so happy. I also have a big pile of trash that I need to take out once I’m done sweeping.” Abby answered as she wiped the sweat that was running down her face.

Marcus was impressed as he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, “Don’t worry about that my sweet Rose. I’ll take it all out when I go check in at the hotel later. I’m still surprised that I managed to get a room after they lost my reservation.”

“You know that you don’t have to do that right. I keep telling you that you don’t need to keep wasting money when you can just stay here with me. Are you going to do this when I move back? Always going back to your place at the end of the night,” she asked wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I know but now I really don’t want to impose especially with your family coming in tomorrow. I feel awkward if I stayed here knowing that they were in the next room listening in,” he then leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Have I told you how proud I am of you? I know these last few weeks have been really stressful for you.”

Abby groaned and rested her head on his wide chest, “God don’t remind me. I almost lost my damn mind studying for that business finance final. I really thought that I was going to fail.”

Marcus recalled the nights where he had a crying stressed out girlfriend calling him panicking. Abby had been struggling in her finance class all semester long. The subject itself wasn’t that tough, but the professor himself was a hard ass. He demanded perfection in his class and he and Abby clashed all semester. She had once complained to Marcus that she swore that the professor had it out for her and wanted her to fail. Marcus, not caring that he was going to be tired in the morning, had stayed up all night with Abby reassuring her that her professor wasn’t going after her and helped her the best that he could to help her study the material for her exam the next day. So, when she had called him ecstatic that evening letting him know that she passed her exam, Marcus was quick to tell her that she could do it and just needed a little reassurance along the way.

“You my sweet Rose need to stop second guessing yourself. You don’t give yourself enough credit. You knew deep down that you knew the material, but you just needed to trust yourself.” Marcus hated it when she put herself down like that. She was capable of doing anything that she set her mind too.

Abby reached up and gently cupped his cheek, running her fingers against his growing facial stubble, “Thank you for believing in me when I couldn’t Marcus. I’m so happy to be going home for good and get to be with you even more now. I know this situation hasn’t been easy on you either.”

Just like herself, Marcus had struggled with being away from her. Oh, how he longed to wrap his arms around her like this on a daily basis. He counted down the days, especially in the last week when he would be able to hold her again. He could wait to take her out on dates every week, lavish her with gifts, and start building a life together.

There would be no more spending Sunday nights on the phone going over each other’s schedules to see when they could sneak in calls or texts throughout the day to check up on each other. There would be no more late-night facetime calls where they both struggled to stay awake, which always led to Marcus bidding her a good night as Abby’s snores filled his ears. Those things would be a reminder to them of how strong their relationship had gotten and would only grow from there.

“Yeah, it wasn’t the greatest thing ever, but I’m glad that we made it all work,” Marcus smiled at her with his dimple on full display. “You do know that once we get you all unpacked and settled in at your new place, I plan on taking you to the best restaurant in town then wrapping up the night with a little bit of dancing and ice cream.”

Abby stared up at her boyfriend in disbelief. Sure, they talked about going out to celebrate, but she figured that they would go to a bar or something. “Oh Marcus, are you sure? I thought we were going to do something little. It’s just me, there is no need to waste a whole bunch of money on my account.” She hoped that she didn’t come across as ungrateful, but Abby wasn’t the type of person that needed to be lavished with things just to be happy. She really hoped that Marcus wasn’t planning to go all out just because he thought that she expected it.

“I know that, but I have months of dates to make up for. I really want to treat you like the princess that you are because I want too.” Abby wanted to argue back, but Marcus gently placed a finger to her lips. “And yes, I know you think that you don’t deserve it, but you do. You deserve the world, my sweet Rose. I’m in this for the long haul.”

Abby knew that there was no fighting him in that. She could see it in those big brown eyes of his that he meant every word. If she really wanted this relationship to last and work, Abby was going to have to relinquish some control and meet Marcus halfway. And now that she thought of it, she could get used to being pampered every now and then.

“I’m in this too Marcus. I want it all with you. I’m just not used to having a guy treating me the way that you do. All the past relationships that I have been in have always felt one sided. I was ready to give them my all, but it felt like they weren’t ready to do the same and take that next step with me. I don’t know, maybe it has to do with the age difference, but you Marcus Pike, you are a different man. You are my equal. Never once have I felt left behind in this relationship. You listen to everything that I have to say, and you show interest in everything I do. And you take the time to make sure that I’m okay and are a constant support for me.” Abby then nervously bit her lip not sure if she should say the rest of what she wanted to say.

Marcus could see on her face that she was thinking hard about something. He could see the wheels turning. “What, what’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I...I... I want to tell you something, but I don’t know if it’s crazy or not,” she sighed. “I mean we have only been together for three months and the actual amount of time that we have spent together has been half of that. But I just need to get something off my chest Marcus.”

“Tell me my sweet Rose. You know that you can tell me anything,” he whispered to her.

“I...I... I love you, Marcus Pike.”

At that moment a big lump formed in Marcus’s throat as he watched Abby’s eyes fill with tears. Once again, she had beaten him to the punch, and he didn’t care. He was just so happy that she said it because he had been wanting to say it to her for weeks. He was just scared too. “I love you too Abigail Rose. I’m pretty sure that I’ve been in love with you since the first time that we met. You have been all that I have ever wanted. You are all that I will ever need. You are the first thing that I think about when I wake up and you are the last thing that I think about when I go to sleep at night. In my last two major relationships, I thought I found my forever person, but I am so glad that I was wrong about them. I guess it’s true what they say, third time is the charm,” he chuckled. “I love you, Abigail Rose. I love you with all my heart.”

He then leaned down and placed a kiss on Abby’s tear-soaked lips. Underneath her salty tears, he found that sweet taste of hers that he had become addicted too and groaned. Marcus then pulled her into him as close as he could while Abby gripped the collar of his shirt tightly. She began to whimper when she felt Marcus open up and swipe his tongue against her plump lips seeking entry. Abby was happy to oblige him and opened up her mouth to him deepening the kiss.

As the got lost in each other’s embrace, Marcus, who was starting to lose all control he had built up around her, released the grasp that he had on her hips and let them wander down to her ass where he gave her ample cheeks a rough squeeze causing Abby to gasp into his mouth.

Hearing the noise that she made, scared Marcus and he quickly pulled away, letting her go. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. Are you okay?”

“Hey, hey Marcus, baby look at me,” she said to him softly as she took his face into her hands. She could see the worry in his brown eyes. “I’m okay baby. You did nothing wrong I swear. You just surprised me, that’s all. You are always a gentleman when you are around me, but you know what?” She then leaned up and gently bit his ear before whispering, “I liked it. I want more.”

There was no doubt in Marcus’s mind that he was having a heart attack right now. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt like he was going to pass out as sweat began to build in his brow. This is what a heart attack felt like. “You-you what?” he asked, wanting to make sure that he heard you correctly.

“I said,” she smiled seductively “I want you to do it again Marcus Pike. I want you to let go and touch me the way that I know you have been dying to touch me. I want it so fucking bad.”

She watched as Marcus’s eyes grow even darker than they were as he pulled her back into him. Judging by her actions and the lusty look in her hazel eyes. He needed reassurance one last time that she wanted this to happen, “I need you to be sure my sweet Rose. I need to hear you say that this is what you want.”

Hearing his voice deepen and spotting the tent that he was starting to sport in his jeans, Abby knew that she had won the battle that they were going to ultimately lose in the future. “Yes Marcus Pike, I want this more than anything. I want...no need you to touch me again and again and again. And I don’t just want you to touch my ass, I want you touch me everywhere.”

“Do you mean?”

“Yes, Special Agent Marcus Pike, I need you to make love to me. I need you to make me yours,” she pleaded, pulling him into her by the belt loops of his jeans. “I want to be yours.”

“Oh, you are my sweet Abigail Rose. You are mine in more ways than one,” Marcus then smashed his lips against hers causing both of them to moan.

Just like she wanted, Marcus’s massive hands ran down her back and down to her ass where he squeezed it tight. Abby couldn’t help but cry out into his mouth as she pushed her hips back into his hand.

“Is that what you want my sweet Rose? You want me to touch you like this?” he growled as he began nipping along her jaw.

“Yes, but I need more baby, please. Take me to bed please,” Abby whimpered needing to feel his touch all over her body. An ache began to form between her thighs.

Marcus let out a feral groan that Abby had never heard before. It partially scared her and turned her on even more now. He then lifted her up with ease and carried her back to the bedroom where he spent most of the morning packing. Abby was in pure ecstasy as he gently placed her on the bed. She instinctively parted her legs for him as he crawled through them. The feeling of his weight pressing down on her into the bed was almost soothing to her. It almost felt like she had a warm-weighted blanket covering her body. She had never felt so safe and secure.

Her thoughts were interrupted, and she let out a gasp as she felt Marcus rut his hips against her jean covered core. Abby arched her body into him in sheer pleasure as she clawed at his shirt covered back, “Marcus!”

“Fuck yes, do you like that my sweet Rose? Does it feel good?” he asked biting down on her neck. He loved the feeling of her withering away underneath him.

“Yes baby, want more please,” she begged. “I need to feel you bare.”

Marcus swore that he got harder at the sound of her begging. Not wanting to torture her any longer, he reached down to the hem of her shirt and with her help, he tugged it over her head. “Fuck, you are so gorgeous,” he growled looking down at bra covered chest. “How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one,” Abby smiled up at him. “You are so good to me Marcus Pike. Can-can you take your shirt off too. I want to see you too please.” She couldn’t believe how timid she was right now.

Marcus nodded and reached down to the hem of his own shirt and pulled it over his head. Abby bit her lip as she finally got to see how broad his tanned chest was. The chest that she always wanted and now had the opportunity to lay her head down on at night as she slept. She ran her eyes up and down him inspecting every little thing about him. A freckle here, a freckle there, she memorized everything about him. She soon felt her mouth start to water as her eyes followed the trail of hair that started below his strong stomach and ran down into his tight jeans. Abby fought hard to suppress the moan that wanted to come from her lips.

Grabbing his arms, she pulled him down on top of her, needing to feel his weight again. Marcus wasn’t expecting her to pull him like that, so he landed with a huff with his head landing close to her breasts. “Are you okay?” Abby laughed as he looked up at her with pouty lips.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thankfully, I had something soft to land on,” he then licked his lips as he took both of her perky breasts into his hands. Her bra was thin enough that Marcus was able to run his thick fingers across her hardening nipples. “Does that feel good my sweet Rose?” He was becoming addicted to hearing and seeing Abby whimper underneath him.

Abby nodded and reached back behind her, unclipping her bra, and letting Marcus have the pleasure of pulling it off of her. Slowly pulling it down her shoulders, he groaned at the sight of her now bare breasts. “Like what you see special agent?”

“Fuck yeah I do,” he grinned, cupping them in his massive hands. “You’re so goddamn gorgeous Abigail. I can’t wait to have you.” He leaned down and took one of her ample peaks into his mouth, running his tongue ever so slowly around her nipple.

“Oh Marcus,” Abby cried out arching into his hand and mouth. The sensation felt amazing, and she couldn’t help but shiver as he switched sides, making sure the other got the same attention. She began to claw at his shoulder and run her hands through his soft hair as Marcus began to grind himself against her, trying desperately to find some relief in his pants. The friction that they were causing was driving her clit wild. She needed more, way more.

Reaching down between them, she popped the button open and pulled her zipper down, while Marcus released her breasts and began kissing his way down her body. Shivers went down Abby’s spine as Marcus got closer to where she wanted him. He could practically smell her as he pushed her jeans over her hips, revealing her lacy red thong underneath.

“My god, you’re a goddess,” Marcus groaned as he sat on his knees taking you in. Abby whimpered as he began running his finger up and down the thin material that covered her core. “Fuck you’re so soaked. You’re dripping through your panties my sweet Rose.” He then brought his slick covered finger up to his lips and licked it clean. He couldn’t believe how sweet she tasted, just like the name he gave her, his sweet Rose. “You taste so sweet Abigail. Can I have a better taste of you?”

“God yes Marcus please!” Abby cried out. The ache in between her legs was becoming unbearable now. All she wanted was some form of relief.

A devious smile came upon his face. This woman was under his total control. He could do whatever he wanted to her, but with her consent of course. She was stirring something up inside of him and he liked it. Wrapping his fingers around the top of her thong, Marcus ripped them off of her, leaving her completely bare to him. Her red pinkish lips glistened in the sun that was coming in from the window and he could see her engorged aching clit peeking out, practically begging for his mouth.

Abby gasped as Marcus leaned down and breathed her pussy in, his hooked nose brushing against her clit. “You smell heavenly my sweet Rose. I can’t believe that this is all for me. I love you so much.”

“I love you too baby, but please, I need you to...”

She didn’t get a chance to finish as Marcus parted her glistening lips and swiped his tongue along her entrance. From how he worked his tongue along her breasts, it worked fantastic on her pussy. He plunged the wet muscle into her one then twice, just feeling how tight she was. He couldn’t wait to feel that tightness wrapped around his cock. Once he gathered up all her juices and drank it down, he moved up finally to her aching clit.

He teased her. Flicking it with his tongue over and over again until she was practically crying, bucking up at him. Deciding to end her suffering, Marcus finally took it fully into his mouth, sucking at it hard like his life depended on it. “Oh, shit Marcus yes!” Abby cried out as her hands flew down and gripped his hair.

“Yes, that’s right my sweet Rose, scream for me. I want to see you come for me,” he said deeply as he went back to pleasuring her clit while circling her entrance with his finger. He pulled back briefly to see her twitch underneath his finger. Marcus groaned and as much as he wanted to shove his cock deep into her, he knew that he had to get her ready first. So, he plunged his finger into her, knuckle deep.

Abby threw her head back and her eyes rolled at the intrusion. His already large and thick finger felt even bigger inside of her. As he started to move it slowly in and out of her, Abby’s hips began to meet the rhythm of his hand.

“How does that feel my sweet Rose? I can feel you gripping my finger so tightly. Can’t wait to feel you squeeze my cock,” Marcus growled. He had to stop for a second to unbuckle his own jeans that were suffocating his hard thick cock.

“More Marcus more!” she begged him, feeling empty as he withdrew his finger.

Hearing her beg like that set something off inside of him. Marcus’s eyes grew even darker as he wrapped his arms around her thighs obviously going to leave a mark, “So fucking needy. You want more, I’ll give you fucking more.” He then shoved three of his massive fingers back inside of her.

Abby cried out in ecstasy as she felt even fuller. Marcus smiled to himself with pride as he felt her become wetter in his hand. Curling his fingers finding that special spongy spot inside of her, Abby let out a huge moan arching her back off the bed, both of her hands reaching up and taking a hold of the headboard. “That’s it my sweet Rose, such a good girl. Want you to come for me. I wanna see you come for me.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Abby could feel that tingling sensation in the pit of her lower stomach starting to build to a release. “Almost there baby. Suck my clit again please,” she whined desperately.

Marcus did exactly what he was told. He latched his mouth back onto her and increased the speed of his fingers. He moaned as he felt her starting to close up around his fingers. He knew that she was about to spill over. So, giving her one last hard suck, that was all that Abby needed to reach her peak.

Her toes curled into the sheets and her body began to shake in pure pleasure, “Oh god Marcus, yes!”

He groaned again as he felt her sweet pussy clamp down onto his fingers. The way that she gripped and convulsed around him as he continued to pump his hand in and out of her was almost enough to make him lose himself. “That’s a good girl my sweet Rose. Ride it out sweetheart. Want you to feel good.”

Abby swore that she could see stars as her body continued to ride that wave. No other men had ever made her cum like that with only his mouth and fingers. Marcus Pike was certainly one talented man. As her orgasm began to subside, the harsh grip that she had on the headboard began to loosen, her breathing began to ease, and she was able to look down at her grinning boyfriend. He had pulled his fingers out of her weeping core and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean. It was the hottest thing in the world.

“Mmm....tasty,” he licked his lips. “You did wonderful my sweet Rose.”

“Jesus Marcus, I don’t think I’ve come that hard in a while. Not even my toys can get me off like that,” she giggled as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

He smiled proudly again, crawling and kissing his way back up her body, “Was that a compliment or a complaint?”

Abby reached up and cupped his face, “Definitely a compliment. Please feel free to go down on me as much as you wish, Special Agent Pike.”

“Be careful what you wish for sweetheart otherwise we may never leave this bed,” Marcus smiled before leaning down to kiss her lips. Abby could taste herself on his tongue and she loved it. “Marcus, I wanna see you fully. Let me see that hard cock of yours before you put it in me.”

Marcus gulped hard and he looked down into her eyes slowly nodding. He gently rolled off her and stood at the side of the bed. Abby could see that his lower stomach glistened with his precum that had leaked from the tip that was peeking out of the top of his briefs. Getting up to her knees, Abby sat in front of him and ran her hands up and down his bare chest. “Can I?”

He said nothing and only nodded again. He was afraid of what would come out of his mouth if he said anything. His fists were clenched at his side as she slid his jeans and briefs over his ass and down his massive thighs. Abby’s eyes widen and her mouth began to water as she stared at his hard thick cock in front of her. “Wow,” was the only word that she could muster up.

“Is it okay?” Marcus asked self-consciously, hoping he was to her liking.

“God yes Marcus. This is all mine?” she asked as she reached out to run her finger from the base to the tip.

Marcus hissed at the sensation, “Shit yes, it is my sweet Rose. It’s going to be yours forever.”

He let out a gasp as Abby then wrapped her hands around him, giving him a slight squeeze. “So that means that I can do this?” she leaned forward and circled her tongue around his leaking red tip.

“F-fuck Abigail, y-yes you can do that,” he stuttered as his head fell back.

Abby moaned as she took him fully into his mouth. The salty taste that leaked from him was becoming more and more savory with every second. As she took him further into her mouth, Abby couldn’t help but feel that Marcus was holding back. She wanted him to let himself go and relax, so she reached for his clenched hand and brought it to rest on the back of her head. “It’s alright baby. I want you to let go. I want you to use me. Let go for me Marcus. Show me how to make you feel good.”

Marcus looked down at her in pure heaven. She was too good to be true. Opening his hand up and taking a hand full of her hair, he growled as he put himself back into her opened awaiting mouth inch by inch. “Swallow me my sweet Rose. Want to feel the back of your throat.”

She did exactly that. Breathing through her nose, Abby took him further and further in as she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock. Her mouth felt so full, and her jaw stretched around him. Marcus couldn’t believe that this was happening. He had often woken up with a raging hard on after having a dream just like this. His sweet Rose on her knees with a mouth full of his cock. “How does that taste? You like that hard cock in your mouth?”

Abby released him with a pop as a string of drool connected them, “Fuck you taste so good baby. I can’t believe you are all mine.” She then took him back in her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down while stroking the base of him with her hand. Marcus didn’t let up on the grip that he had on her hair and began to thrust his hips in time with her mouth. Her tongue was driving him wild as she ran it against the thick pulsating vein that ran down his cock.

“F-feel, so f-fucking fantastic,” he moaned as she took his balls into her hand. “Just like that my sweet Rose. Just like fucking that.” Marcus was in pure heaven by the feeling of her mouth and hand around him. If he were to die right there and then, he would die a happy man. What he didn’t expect though, was Abby starting to pull away and gently nip at the inside of his thigh. “Hey!” he jumped back in surprise.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist,” she laughed leaning back against the bed. “You have sexy thighs.”

A blush came over his face as no one had ever told him that before. “Oh, you think that’s funny do you. You little minx. Let’s see if you think it’s funny now,” he then carefully forced himself in between her legs again and began tickling her bare sides.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she laughed hysterically as he tickled her. “Please I won’t do it again. I won’t do it again!”

“Uh huh sure, why is it that I don’t believe you,” Marcus pouted with his bottom lip out.

“Well maybe if you weren’t so damn cute, I wouldn’t do that,” she grinned before leaning up and capturing his lip in her teeth.

He hissed at the borderline painful yet pleasurable feeling as he pulled away, “Well I’m all about equality in a relationship, so I guess it’s my turn...” He then began nipping his way down her body till he got to the inside of her thigh where he could see that her pussy was still dripping. He peppered her inner thigh with kisses before he bit down and began to suck on the sensitive skin.

“Wh...what are you doing?” Abby asked with fire in her eyes as she looked down at the sensual sight.

Marcus didn’t answer until he left a purplish mark in his wake. “Just marking what’s mine,” he grinned deviously.

“Yours huh? Who says I’m yours yet huh? I believe in order for that to happen, you need to fuck me first,” she licked her lips as she took his cock into her hand again.

“Give me a condom NOW!” he growled thrusting himself into her hand.

That’s when it hit her. She had been so caught up in that moment that she forgot that she didn’t have anything. “Goddammit. Please tell me that you...”

“No, I don’t,” he groaned in frustration. “The one time I decided to clean out my wallet! What do we do now? I need you so fucking bad.”

Abby nervously bit her lip. She wanted him and as much as she loved his mouth, she knew that it wasn’t going to satisfy her. “What if we...what if we just say fuck it?”

“Fuck it?”

“Yeah, fuck it. I swear I’m on birth control and I’m clean. I can show you the pack if that makes you feel better,” she had never had sex without a condom before, but she trusted him with all her heart.

“No, no it’s okay. I trust you. I’m clean too by the way. Just had a physical last week and everything came out fine. I just...are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you into anything that you don’t want to do. I can go run out and get...”

Abby cut him off bringing her finger to his lips, “You are not pressuring me into anything Marcus. I want this. I want you. Please make love to me Marcus Pike. I have never wanted anything more, than I do right now.”

Marcus looked down and could see from her eyes that she meant what she had said. He was always a protection kind of  guy even when he was engaged and married, but with Abby, she was his soulmate, and he was willing to do anything that she asked of him. He was willing to give her the world.

“Please Marcus, I need you.”

He knew that this was it. He was going to make her his forever. Sure, they had just got done having some amazing foreplay, but Marcus was about to solidify his love her in the most intimate way possible. Leaning her back down onto the bed and making his way between her thighs again, resting his head on hers, he looked deep into her hazel eyes, and he ran his hand back down to her dripping pussy. “Fuck me, Abigail. You are incredible, you know that. I’m going to fuck you so good till you scream my name. Gonna make everyone in this goddamn city know who you belong too.”

He then took himself into his hand and began to rub the tip of his cock against the entrance of her sweet pussy, “I love you so fucking much my sweet Rose. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, baby please. I love you more than you’ll ever know,” Abby cried as she felt him slowly push into her. She couldn’t help but wince at the sheer size of him stretching her pussy apart.

“Shit you’re so tight, Abigail,” he groaned. “Gripping my cock so good. Feels fucking amazing.”

She couldn’t say anything else as she was caught up in the moment. He wasn’t all the way in yet and Abby was already feeling fuller than she had ever felt before. The pain of the initial stretch had vanished and now she could feel the prominent vein on his cock rubbing against her silk walls. She only wished that she had a mirror to see him buried deep within her.

When Marcus had finally bottomed out, his balls resting against her ass cheeks, his body began to tremble as he fought the urge to come. She felt amazing. Her warm walls quivered around his intrusion.

“B-baby, please move,” Abby moaned as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clawing at his skin.

Not needing to be told twice, Marcus began to slowly move his hips. Both of them moaning at groaning at the sensation. “Oh fuck, this is fucking incredible,” Marcus groaned into her chest, biting down on her nipple.

Abby panted as her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She wrapped her legs around him, making him go deeper into her as she began to meet him thrust for thrust. Marcus used their new position to lift one of her legs up higher till it felt like the tip of him was pounding against her cervix.

“M-Marcus, g-go faster p-please,” she cried out throwing her head back. She could feel him hitting that special spot inside of her and she wanted more.

“I got you my sweet Rose. Gonna, make you feel so good, I promise.” He then began pounding into her as fast and as hard as he could.

The room soon began to fill with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Marcus let out a hiss as he felt Abby bite down onto his shoulder where he was sure that it was going to leave a mark. Call it a new kink for him, but the pain that she was inflicting, further pushed him to his limit.

“F-fuck Abigail, I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer,” he nipped at her neck. He could feel his balls start to tighten and his hips began to fall out of rhythm.

“I’m almost there too baby. Touch my clit please,” that tingling sensation in her lower belly was beginning to rise as she felt herself start to get wetter around him. Her silky walls began to tremble even more.

Marcus reached down in between them and with some added pressure, he began rubbing her clit in circles. He wanted her to come first. He wanted to feel her pulsate around his cock as she came. That seemed to do the trick as Abby’s breath began to quicken and she rocked against him even more.

“That’s it my sweet Rose. Doing so good for me. I could stay buried in you forever.”

“M-Marcus, I’m gonna come baby,” Abby whimpered nearing her peak.

“Then go ahead and come for me. Let me hear you Scream. My. Name!” he thrusted into her hard with every word.

That was all Abby needed and she did what she was told. Throwing her head back and arching into him as she came, “Marcus!”

Marcus couldn’t contain himself as he felt Abby’s walls clamp down on him. It felt like she was suffocating his cock. It was all too much for him. “Shit Abigail, I’m right behind you. Where should I...”

“In me. Come in me.”

“Fuck, are you s-sure?”

“For Christs sake Marcus yes!” she practically shouted at him as she rode out her orgasm beneath him. “Make me yours please!”

That sparked something inside of him. His eyes grew darker , “That’s fucking right, my sweet Rose. You are mine all fucking mine.” Marcus then releasing inside of her. Ropes of his hot sticky cum filled her quivering pussy.

Abby could feel him filling her up, finally marking her as his and it was incredible. She held him tight and stroked his back as he gave her all that he had to give. He then fell on top of her completely spent as stars filled his vision.

“Damn baby, are you okay?” she giggled moving his sweaty hair out of his face. “That was amazing.”

“You’re telling me. Your pussy just about murdered me,” he looked up smiling at her as he tried to catch his breath.

As he carefully got up off of her, he felt himself slip out of her, his spent dripping down to the sheets below. Neither of them minded as she was going to have to wash the sheets anyways, so he rolled over and pulled her into his arms. “Thank you, my sweet Rose?’

“For what?”

“I don’t know, for everything, I guess. For allowing me into your life. For loving me,” he sighed placing a kiss on her head. She showed him how to love again and showed him that soulmates really do exist.

“There’s no need to thank me, Marcus. Like we said earlier, I’m all in here. I want it all with you and I am not going anywhere. Especially if you continue to fuck me like that,” she giggled.

“You little minx,” he teased her again as he quickly tickled her sides. “Do you really mean that though? Do you want it all, like marriage and kids?”

Abby nodded as she spent many of nights dreaming of a future with him. She dreamt of how he would get down on one knee, what type of wedding dress she would wear and what their kids would look like. “Yes Marcus, I want it all. I want to ride this roller coaster of life with you no matter where it takes us. Do you want those things to?”

Placing a kiss on her forehead, he took her hand in his and smiled, “Yes, I want it all too Abigail. I have always wanted to get married again when I found the right person and was actually in love. As for kids, yes that is a definite. I have always wanted to be a dad. I think I would be a good one. When I close my eyes and picture that, all I can see is you there with me.”

“S-seriously?” she asked with tears in her eyes.

“Most definitely,” he said wiping away her tears.

“Okay so we are doing this then. I’m so excited to write the chapter of our lives together, the good and the bad. But just because we agreed to an eventual marriage and kids, doesn’t mean that we have to rush all that. I’m really enjoying where we are at now. Still learning and exploring each other. Maybe we can table this for at least a year? Just be here together for a while.”

Marcus thought about it for a second and knew that she had a point. He wanted to spend as much time as he could with her. “Okay yeah, we can do that, but when the time is right and I propose and I most certainly am, just promise me that you’ll say yes. I don’t think I can take another heartache.”

“Yes Marcus Pike. I will never break your heart like that. I will say and happily agree to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you Marcus Pike with every fiber of my being.”

“And I do you, my sweet Abigail Rose,” he then pulled her into a sweet passionate kiss to seal the deal.

End of Flashback...

Marcus couldn’t stop smiling as he recalled that day. From that point on, he had no problem staying overnight at her place or having a barrier up around her. He loved letting himself go when he was around her and that she welcomed it. He tried to soak up every moment with her as he held her hand, kissed her lips, or made love to her.

It seemed that his mind was subconsciously making him do that, because now he couldn’t remember the time that he last got to hold her like he wanted to. The fighting and the current separation from each other, if want to call it that, had put an end to all physical contact and he started to miss it. He missed the smallest of her touches.

Feeling his phone buzz, Marcus looked and saw that it was Abby. She was there and was looking for a place to park. Their normal parking spot was closed for repairs, so he knew that she was probably heading to the parking garage across the street.

He took a deep breath as he knew that this was it. All his agony was going to come to an end. He felt like either way, his life was about to change. As he closed his eyes and silently said another prayer, he felt someone approach the table.

“You have some damn nerve showing up here. I thought that I had told you stay the hell away from this place if you knew what was good for you.” It was Rafael and he was pissed.

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.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.  It was midmorning, the sun was shining bright. The sound of waves breaking on the sand intertwined with distant laughter, talking, and someone's boombox playing The Cure's, Friday, I'm in Love. Where was Def Leppard when you needed them, Billy wondered to himself. The lawn chair he sat in was old and creaky, but he didn't care. He was basking in the feel of the sun drying water from his body, leaving behind the salt that stuck to his skin and hair. The twenty-five year old was enjoying his day off. Surfing in the morning, now lazing about until he had to think about lunch.

That wasn't to say he had no responsibilities, though. The source of all of his focus lay in his lap, head resting against his chest, completely passed out. His four year old daughter was tuckered out, hidden under a damp towel that shielded her from the sun. Blonde curls still stuck out, though, blowing lightly in the breeze. Sandy was his whole world. Her mom had skipped town when she was barely a month old, leaving Billy to raise her on his own. Being a parent wasn't something he was necessarily, good at. It's not as though he even knew what a good parent looked like. But he knew one thing for certain: he'd never abandon or hurt his little girl the way his own parents had done to him.

That point was only driven home by the thoughts that burdened his mind at that very moment. Eyes gazed out at the ocean as he breathed in the nearly tangible peace it brought him. He'd had to give up his home once before when he was forced to move to Hawkins, Indiana. That was only the beginning of the nightmare, of course. He learned all about monsters and just how real they were. He'd barely made it out of there alive. Glancing down, he could see faint tendrils of the scar in the middle of his chest that was mostly obscured by Sandy's sleeping head. The thought of going back there scared the hell out of him, but as his eyes moved to the toddler shaped towel on his torso, he knew that it was the best option.

Max and Susan knew all about Sandy. Despite him not actually being related to the Mayfields, they considered him family. And both of them wanted to help him in raising his energetic bundle of chaotic joy. He tried doing it on his own, but as he she grew, it was getting harder. Maybe a dad wasn't enough. Maybe a girl needed her aunt and grandmother, too. He'd be giving up everything, though. The only place in the world that he felt peace. His home. Only to return to his biggest nightmare.

As the four year old began to stir, though, Billy knew it wasn't even a question if it meant her happiness and well being. San Diego was hardly his everything. His real home was curled up in his arms in that very moment. Small, bluish-green eyes blinked up at him from where they peeked out under the towel. "Hey Heathen," he said quietly with a little smile.

She perked up at the familiar nickname. "Hi Daddy."

"You want to go on an adventure?" he asked.

That instantly got her attention and she sat up a little, the towel falling to her shoulders. "To space?" she asked excitedly.

"No." He shook his head with an amused smirk.

"Cannland?"

He actually chuckled as she tried to say Candyland. "Nope. We're going to Hawkins."

Sandy blinked, looking utterly confused. "Hos- Hop- Hokt- -Tins?"

"You're gonna get to meet your Auntie Max. And if you're nice, she might even teach you how to skateboard like the big kids."

That did it. Sandy lit up and grinned, her tiny teeth shining in the sun.

"It means we have to say goodbye to the beach, though. But we'll get snow." He hated snow, but Sandy had never experienced it, so he knew it might sound exciting to her. "We'll get woods. We'll get..." There really wasn't much going for Hawkins, was there?

"Tanty Mass!"

"Auntie Max," Billy confirmed. "So what do you say, Heathen? You in?"

The toddler took a moment, looking to the ocean as though it were a friend she'd have to leave. She looked sad for a moment, and Billy could relate. But then she turned her attention back to him, the spitfire energy ablaze in her eyes that he knew all too well. "Yes!"

"Alright then. Hawkins, here we come."

#greenscrunchy #✘♚✘ here i go again on my own ✘ oneshot #✘♚✘ i wanna be somebody – somebody soon ✘ headcanon #v ✘ sweet child o mine : single dad au

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites: The Rise of The New Order Ch. 11/Epilogue (by @avaveevo)

A few weeks later…

Korvo and Terry are seen snuggling after having sex as they smile. Terry wakes up to check his phone and gasps

Terry: Oh shit! We're gonna be late for the wedding!

Korvo: On it!

Terry and Korvo gets ready for the wedding along with the Replicants and Pupa and AISHA and Teraformus and Jessica. Later, the family arrived at the wedding.

Korvo: I am so happy for these two.

Terry: Heh! I know.

Then, out came Moran and Xinna, who are wearing wedding clothes as they walk down the isle.

Xinna: *lovingly* Oh Moran…

Moran: Ready to spend the rest of your life with a handsome guy?

Xinna: *giggles* Yes. Yes I am.

Jesse then gets out the bible

Jesse: Do you Moran, promise to take care of Xinna to honor her in sickness and in heath, for as long as you both shall live?

Moran: Hell yeah I do!

Jesse: And Xinna, do you promise to love and take care of Moran to honor him and sickness and in health? For as long as you both shall live?

Xinna: I do.

Jesse: Now let’s hear those vows!

Moran: Xinna, from this day forward, I’m keep loving you throughout my whole life! You are one of the bravest Shlorpians I ever met! I love you!

Xinna: And Moran, you are othe most funniest Shlorpian I ever met! The way you try to hard to make people proud is amazing! That’s what I love about you! And I’m gonna keep loving you forever too!

Jessica cries with joy

Jesse; And by the power invested in me just for today, I know pronounce husband and wife. Okay go ahead and kiss! I wanna see this!

Xinna takes her crystal of her robe and she and Moran smashes it as they seal their vow with a kiss. Then, Korvo heads out for a bit as he realizes something as “My Life is Changing” starts playing.

I guess I was wrong

The people of Earth truly can be changed

Now Tortus is gone

I fear that I made the worst decision

I should’ve never allowed him to just

Go ahead with the New Order

Does it mean anything

To pass for divine judgement now

My life is changing

For better or worse

I must accept the truth that

My life is changing

All I’ve known is a lie

Can someone tell me why

The New Order are open to heathens

I don’t know where all this will take us

But my life is changing

So I need to change with it too

What was I thinking

The New Order Don’t Seem Very amazing at all

As the head rookie

How could I tell Kim-La she could fall

Redemption is impossible

For all the souls down on Earth

If I didn’t know better

I’d have mistaken this heathen as one of us

What other lies does the New Order hold?

Is this place worth its weight in gold

Are we no different to them?

Why is it we get to ascend?

Is the New Order misguided?

There must be something I can do

To the save heathens in hurting too

My life is changing for better or worse

I must accept the truth that

My life is changing

All I’ve known is a lie

Can someone tell me why

The New Order is open to heathen

I don’t know where all this will take us

But my life is changing

So I need to change with it too

Korvo sighs but then turns around and looks at his family as he smiles.

Terry: Korvy, are you okay?

Korvo: *giving Terry his hand* Care to dance, Terry?

Terry: Yeah. I would love to. Then after that, are you ready to head home?

Korvo: Of course.

Korvo and Terry kiss and then starts having a romantic slow dance as they smile. Then, the scene cuts to the Solars packing up their things with Kim-La and Karna joining them. Bee, Xinna, Gadget and Moran starts saying goodbyes to them.

Bee: Well, Kim-La, I guess this is it.

Xinna: I hate goodbyes. God damn it! We’re gonna miss you so damn much!

Moran: *crying hysterically* We’re so happy for you!

Gadget gives Kim-La a holographic communicator

Gadget: Here. You can call us through this. To keep in touch. Thank you for being part of The New Order.

Kim-La smiles

Kim-La: Thank you guys. *gets int a group hug with her friends as she smiles tearfully* Karna, it’s time. Come along. *to the rest of the New Order* Goodbye you guys. Thanks for everything.

Karna: Bye bye.

The rest of the New Order shout their goodbyes while Jessica and Teraformus comes up with suitcases as they happily approach the Solar Opposites, who smiled at them.

Jessica: Room for two more?

Korvo: Yes. There is.

Teraformus and Jessica join the hug. Korvo places a hand on Terry's face

Korvo: Ready to go home?

Terry: Yes. Yes I am. But I just need to do one more thing.

Korvo: Oh and what is that?

Terry: This.

Terry and Korvo embrace in a kiss as they moan lovingly. Then, AISHA starts the ship as it takes off after Kim-La, Karna, Jessica and Teraformus hop in the ship. The rest of the New Order and Shlorpians wave goodbye as the ship takes off. Then, a few weeks later, the Solars arrived home as they land on their house and heads outside as they smile.

Korvo: *sighs* It’s great to be home.

Kim-La: So this is Earth? It looks amazing!

Korvo: Well, to be honest I hated the place at first.

Then he smiles at his family.

Korvo: But I was wrong. It’s a wonderful home and it was worth it.

Terry smiles as the two husbands embrace. Then, the family along with Jessica, Karna, Kim-La and Teraformus looks at the sunset. A monologue from Korvo is heard *like the one from the Amphibia Series Finale*

Korvo: *monologuing* Change can be difficult, but it's how we grow. It can be the hardest thing to realize you can't hold on to something forever. Sometimes... you have to let it go. But of the things you let go... you'd be surprised... what makes its way... back to you.

Korvo then gets an idea how to celebrate his family’s return to Earth.

Korvo: Oh Terry? *seductively* You want to celebrate our way back home with sex?

Terry: Oh hell yeah! Let’s fucking go!

Cue Korvo and Terry kissing and moaning lovingly in their bedroom as sexy music plays

Korvo: This is the best sex of my life!

Terry: *laughs* I know, right?

The two husbands keep sending and moaning in ecstasy as the credits rolls, the songs in the credits are “Pompeii” from Bastille and “No Quite Paradise” form Bliss 66. Then comes the end credits scene.

3 months later…

Korvo is giving birth as he keeps pushing.

Korvo: FUUUUUUCK! OH GOOOOOOOOOD! TERRY. HOLD MY HAND!

Terry: Come Korvy! You can do it! Come on!

Korvo starts crying in pain. Terry holds Korvo’s hand as he keeps pushing. Then, Korvo gives one final push as he screams, then a baby’s crying was heard.

Doctor: Congratulations, it's a girl!

The doctor wraps the sproutling, who has Terry’s skin color, in a blanket as the doctor hands in the infant over to Korvo, who shed tears of joy along with Terry.

Terry: Hi sweetie. It’s us. Your daddies.

Korvo: She’s like a beautiful flower sprouted with hope. We shall name her… Lili.

Lili looks at Korvo and coos

Korvo: Welcome to the world Lili Solar-Opposites… we love you…

Lili falls asleep and sucks her thumb. The two alien husbands look as their baby and then embrace in a kiss as the screen fades to black.

#solar opposites #solar opposites au #tervo #solar opposites: rise of the new order #korvo #terry solar opposites #british korvo #yumyulack #kim La Solar opposites #Moran solar opposites #jesse solar opposites #Xinna solar opposites

[lynxindisguise]

fic song tag game

ty @kaaaaaaarf @achilleslikespeas and @spindrifters for the tags <333

rules: share 3 to 5 songs that have inspired a current wip.

none of these directly inspired The Hut of the Mistold, but they’re all songs I listened to while writing it that are very much the ~vibe~

In Memoriam - The Oh Hellos

It's a long climb up the dusty mountain To build a turret tall enough to keep you out But when you wage your wars against the one who adores you, Then you'll never know the treasure that you're worth But I've never been a wealthy one before I've got holes in my pockets burned by liars gold, And I think I'm far too poor for you to want me

Towers - Bon Iver

Build your tether rain-out from your fragments Break the sailor's table on your sacrum Fuck the fiercest fables, I'm with Hagen

For the love, comes the burning young From the liver, sweating through your tongue Well, you're standing on my sternum Don't you climb down, darling

Traveling Song - Ryn Weaver

Oh, I take it in vain All the plans and moves that we made Half a heart is aching to grow Soulmates aren't just lovers, you know? I know, I know Your eyes are the rain, just a soul that's changin' in shape I'll be laughin' all of the way Thinkin' 'bout the days, oh

Nobody knows where they are going Oh, how we try to wrap our minds Over the edge of all our knowings Be it a bang or the divine Tip of my iceberg blues are showing I've never been one for goodbyes So, 'til I meet you there, I'm singing A traveling song to ease the ride And so you know, everywhere I roam I'll see you on the road

Howling - Noah Kahan (shocking I know)

Is there something keeping me here for the minute, darling? Did I lose my mind and am I still looking for it? 'Cause I dont know why I feel this emptiness howling out Howling out

You're not alone, the world is small And I am sick of all the talk of finding purpose Love comes and goes but the big black dog, he trails along Am I the only one who knows him now?

Heathens - Aurora

We cry the fallen names We cry for those who burn beneath the flame We stand besides the good and brave The broken and enslaved

That is why we live like heathens Stealing from the trees of Eden Living in the arms of freedom And everything we touch is evil That is why we live like heathens

tagging @colgatebluemintygel @mostlyoptimisticdinosaur @femme--de--lettres @fruityindividual @maybebabyplease

#tag game #hut of the mistold #only the finest indie sadgirl music for the hags and their little wolf

[weiss-belladonna23]

Alright, i think i’ve got it organized properly. Shuffle not recommended.

- everything from “3rd Life” to “limited life” is Fan made songs

- “take me to war” to “battle cry” are Songs i’ve specifically seen as Animatics

- “The One to Survive” to “No One Lives Forever” are the life Series Member going into each series Thinking “oh imma Win, this will be great!”

- “How Bad can I Be” to “Take On Me” are specific to Certain moments, People, Alliances (try and guess what Song represents what!)

- “Monster” by Imagine Dragon is it’s own thing supposed to represent the decent to becoming a Red name.

- “ain’t No Rest for the Wicked.” To “Heathens” are meant to be the Red Names and the Havoc they bring.

- “The Horror (BoogeyMan)” to “Enemy” are meant to the Lies and paranoia of The Boogeyman.

- “GoodBye” to “Snake” are songs Representing The winners, GoodBye for Grian, My Way for Scott, W.I.T.C.H for Pearl, & Snake for Martyn.

- “What A Wonderful World.” To “World So Cold” is a direct contrast to in the beginning of the season, where it was all fun and games, a winner has been crown. And because i’m in love with Angst, the realization of them being alone and having to live with that.

- “The Edge” is the transition between this previous season to them accepting the next season.

- “Every Breathe You Take (In Minor Key)” is a reference to the Watchers lore, always watching.

#life series #3rd life #last life smp #double life #limited life #Spotify

[phoebe-delia]

Okay, so it's @lqtraintracks birthday, which should honestly be an international holiday. But alas, I lack that power. What I can do is write a fic. Or, I suppose, a drabble.

Lqt, a while back you did a tag game that was going around, and one of the questions was about songs that remind us of Drarry. I made notes of the ones you listed, and picked one that I already happened to know. This is inspired by "Do I Wanna Know?" by Arctic Monkeys.

Lqt this is for you. Thank you for being one of the people who inspired me to start writing in the first place, who continues to inspire me to keep going, and whose words have been with me in some of my lowest moments. I write this drabble in celebration of and with gratitude for you. This is rated a soft M! Plus it's got smoking/cigarettes, possibly unrequited love, and a non-happy ending.

He's missed a spot in his hasty scourgify. There's still a remnant of me in the dip of his collarbone, and I'm jealous of the way it gets to cling to him, to seep into his skin.

He rises from the bed, and I don't say anything. I climb out of bed too, still naked and aiming for insouciance, and reach for a box of cigarettes on the table in my bedroom. I'd offer him one, knowing he shares my penchant for a smoke after sex; it's a vice I gained from him, after all. "One bad habit ought to follow another, right?" he said once, both of us sharing a cigarette after a long night in bed.

Harry's good at lighting his wordlessly and wandlessly, but while I don't need words I still rely on my wand. I try not to feel inferior about it, perched on the window seat next to the table, dangling the cigarette so the smoke blows outside. I watch him dress, watch him shrug on his tattered old t-shirt and jeans, and slip his feet into his trainers without bothering to untie and re-tie the laces, the heathen.

Those jeans of his shift over his legs as he walks toward me, and I think for a wild moment that he's intending to kiss me goodbye, and I sit up for it, ready to meet him. He stands over me, quirks a polite smile, and simply reaches for his glasses on the bedside table.

He slides them onto his nose and steps back. I summon a dressing gown and wrap myself in it, suddenly chilled, and force my eyes to look out the window.

"See you next time, Malfoy," he says, like he does every time.

I hum noncommittally, sparing him a glance before turning my gaze back toward the window.

I hear his retreating footsteps, the click of the door shutting behind him. I wonder if he can feel me on him, even now, as he escapes my flat and uses the stairs or the elevator like a Muggle even though he knows my Floo is open to him, like the rest of me. I wait a few minutes and then look out the window again, seeing a slightly blurry figure, shadowed by street lamps, and I know it's him. The sidewalk glitters with the shine of evening rain.

I smoke and think for a while. When I'm done, I briefly wonder if I should vanish the cigarette, and I probably should, but instead I let it slide from my fingers and fall down to land somewhere on the ground below.

#me: *writes a fic to an angsty and rock-ish song* 'you know what would go great in this fic? cigarettes.' #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco and harry #harry and draco #draco x harry #harry x draco #draco/harry #harry/draco #draco malfoy and harry potter #harry potter and draco malfoy #draco malfoy x harry potter #harry potter x draco malfoy #hpdm #drarry squad #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction #drarry ficlet #drarry drabble #drarry fandom #hp fic #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #hp fandom #harry potter fandom #harry potter fic #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction

[abu-se-ken-bracket]

Bracket has been fully randomized. I could not find a graphic to fit all 70 songs, so please use your imagination. The left side will be in blue. The right side will be in red. As there are 35 total match-ups, and we all know Christ is going to beat most things, whichever version of Christ wins will automatically progress when needed to save as many other songs as possible

Christ vs Christ (remaster)

Identification vs Goodbye My Country

Krampus vs iKill

Worst Night vs Moths and Mayflies

Dogdog vs Equations and Kafka

Want to be Cremated vs Snorkel

Seiharu vs King

Spring Will Kill vs Judas

In the Blank vs Kill

Wan Wan Wanderer vs Root Provisional Law

Monkey vs Firewater

Summer of Frostbite vs Albino

Ignite I vs Let's Clean Up

Don't Kill vs Woman First and Woman Second

Innocence vs Arukari

Kujira vs Polysentimental Object Syndrome

Distoartion vs Laundromat

Heart Attack vs Eugrom

Caught Caught Caught vs Night Light Train

Parting Gift vs It's Called (Platonic) Love

Morgue vs Buglitch

Abortion vs Heathen at Heart

Flower War vs Menthol Tear

Dear Suns vs Kattarura

He is a Ghost vs Double Suicide

Ren-kun vs That Whale is a Villain

Snake vs Flowers, Mountains, and Funerals

Shinjuku Jack vs Jack was a Bad Guy

Calsi and the Old Man vs Smoke and Rain

Iesu vs Iesu (remix)

The Wedding Celebration vs The Wedding Celebration (remaster)

Blue vs Tomato

Bush vs I Bit My Tongue at a Street Seller

Ignite II vs God, Please ( ) Me, a Monster

Yes Embryo Abandonment vs Capital Punishment

[anewnewcrest]

From Lily Miller's Diary

I've been here in Strangerville for a while now, and things are not going great. At first, I blamed Henry for Daisy's behavior, but now that he's been gone for a few weeks, I'm starting to suspect that this is just... how my sister is now? And Watcher knows that she has changed from the girl I knew back when we still lived at home together. She's rude, she's snippy, she's dismissive, and it seems that all the things she keeps bottled up inside of her while Henry is here and she has to walk on eggshells explode out of her now that he's gone. The girls and I are her most common targets, but she also complains about all the women living here on base, about all the heathens out and about, about the Grahams meddling in her business, about the fact that she doesn't have a job... everything.

I knew that I was coming here to be of use, not only to see Daisy, but she treats me worse than mom does at home, like I'm just a free nanny and maid to her, not her sister who missed her while she was gone. And I love spending time with Faith, Mercy, and Grace, and I love loving on my little nieces, but I also love Daisy, and I miss the sister I said goodbye to six years ago when she got married to Henry. And I don't know if that woman is still around, or if she's lost forever to the changes every woman goes through when she gets married, but every night, lying awake in bed next to her, I pray that the Watcher will give her the grace to deal with her demons, and with her husband.

#kingfamily #henry and daisy #grahamfamily #baker and lily #a new newcrest #strangerville home church #spring3 #gen 2 #fundie sims #fundie simblr #ts4 fundie #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 fundie #quiverfull sims

[georgiapeach30513]

Bunny and Beau are one of my favorite couples, could you please do a drabble with them crossing another milestones after confessions and buying their first farm babies.? Their Proposal or them finding out about them expecting their sweet Birdie Mae or they telling their parents about the baby?

Oh my goodness!! Beau and Bunny are the most precious thing in the world. They were almost painfully slow. Everything they did was SLOW. They renovated the cabin slow, built their farm slow, started dating slow. But one thing they knew...they found their one. Let's go to the moment that Beau wanted Bunny as his wife...

🖤🖤🖤🖤

I Love Us

Summary: Arleigh Grace Everett-Levinson

Pairings: Beau X Bunny

Rating: 🥹🥹

Warnings:  none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 800

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Beau Adler Masterlist

Beau watches his girlfriend of two years say her goodbyes to all her fur babies. Their farm had grown, and with it, his love for her. Nothing had changed, except the way he felt about Arleigh was stronger.

Everything with her was so simple, fun, sunny, warm, bright, loving, caring, and new. Everything he was so sure he didn’t want. And now he can’t imagine life without that little sunny Bunny. Even that smirk she gives him, as she turns around to look at him in their loft bed.

Beau gives her a smile, and looks down at the floor. Finishing picking up their clothes, and his hand goes into his pocket. Running over that small box, filled with a promise. He can’t remember a time he felt more complete and fulfilled. Life was good.

He walks down the stairs, stopping only to tap his leg for his other girl in his life to bound over, “Is thou going to be a good rider, thee fair lady Remington?” Remy gives him a solid bark. Wagging her tail she trots after him. Walking alongside of him to say goodbye to the animals.

“Bye my fair ladies. I shall miss thee. But you two…maybe dad can,” he begins teasing the goats.

“Beaumont Franklin Adler, you better leave Rosemary and Dill alone.”

“They are heathens, Bun! The bane of my existence. Look at them,” he points at the goats who just stare back. “Pure evil geniuses. They’ve got you fooled Bunny.”

She giggles at him, reminding all her babies that Frank and her daddy would be by throughout the next two weeks to feed them, before the three of them load up in the van. Remy calmly sitting in her bed as they head out on the road to wherever.

Every summer since they first met, this has become the tradition. Wanting to eventually visit all fifty states.

Beau grabs ahold of Arleigh’s hand, and she sticks her other out the window. Letting her hand weave through the wind. Everything with Arleigh is so simple. So right. So perfect. And Beau is worried he’s not going to be able to wait. He knows he’s made her wait a lot. And they’ll continue to wait. He needs everything perfect.

Saving had become his goal. Saving for one day they can travel the world as they pleased. Saving so they here wouldn’t have to work as hard when they have children. Being able to spend more time with them.

“Bunny?” she looks at him with a dreamy smile, and he loses his nerves again. “You want kids?”

“Eventually. This isn’t an invitation is it? I don’t want to make babies on this trip, B.”

“No,” he chuckles. “Not an invitation. Just wanted to clarify.”

“We’ve talked about this,” her body twists so she can look at him. His eyes on the road, and the background music of ‘Landslide’ plays in the background. “B is everything okay?”

“Fine.”

“You’re getting all flustered and sweaty. What…you want kids, right?”

“Eventually,” he answers flatly.

“Beau, pull over I’m about to be sick.”

Pulling over to the side of the road, Arleigh jumps out quickly and slowly breathes. “What is this? You’re acting weird. If we’re breaking up, just…do it now, don’t,” her voice shrill and scared to say more.

“Arleigh Grace…”

“Beau, I’m not going on vacation with you, just so you can end things,” she pauses quickly when he gets down on one knee, holding up that custom ring set. “Beau,” her voice whispers.

“Arleigh Grace Everett-Levinson, will you marry me. These past two years…Bunny I can’t get enough. I don’t want to see if there’s others out there because it’s just you and me. I have never wanted anything more in my life than you by my side. You make loving fun. I don’t have to try to be anybody but me.”

Arleigh stands frozen with tears in her eyes, unable to look at anything but the handsome man on his knee for her.

“I was gonna wait, but you started freaking out.”

“You were acting weird.”

“Because I was thinking how I wanted this to go, and this wasn’t it but…”

“Beau,” her voice whispers getting on her knees as well, “it was perfect. Yes, I will marry you. I don’t care if we have to wait another ten years, have a big wedding, or have a private wedding at the cabin. As long as you’re the one marrying me. I love you Beaumont Adler.”

“And Lady Remington?”

“I love her, I love our life, I love us,” Beau pulls out the delicate little ring and slides it over her finger, and her body launches towards him. Knocking him down to the ground, and peppers kisses all over him.

“I love us, too.”

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #dau #da au request #beau adler #arleigh everett levinson #beau adler x arleigh everett levinson #beau x arleigh #beau x bunny

[still-single]

Heathen Disco updates

The most recent shows are as below. Maybe you'd like to listen.

Show #326 (Feb 12, 2023)

HOUR 1

James Brown – Stone to the Bone

The Supremes – Stoned Love

The Chi-Lites – Stoned Out of My Mind

Clark-Hutchinson – Free to Be Stoned

Nathan Salsburg – XIV

Black Sabbath – A National Acrobat

Cheater Slicks – Fear

The Drin – Mozart on the Wing

Come – Recidivist

FACS – When You Say

Equipment Pointed Ankh – Paper Sink

Del the Funky Homosapien – Eye Examination

HOUR 2

De La Soul – Held Down

Lyn Collins – Think About It (Live at the Apollo)

Quix*o*tic – Tell It Like It Is

Crushed – Coil

The Passions – Runaway

Mamitri Yulith Empress Yonagunisan – Gala Saver

Heavy Blanket – Danny

Miaow – Fate

Central Line – Walking Into Sunshine

Gina X Performance – No G.D.M.

Goblin – Roller

Doom Flower – The Space

Yo La Tengo – Brain Capers

HOUR 3

Oneida – Paralyzed

3rd Bass – 3rd Bass Theme A.K.A. Portrait of the Artist as a Hood

Casa Nostra – Insomnia (extended mix)

Detroit Emeralds – Feel the Need

Ramsey Lewis Trio – Opus #5 / Uhuru

Exploratorium – Number 09

Show #325 (Feb 5, 2023)

Art Ensemble of Chicago – Funky AECO

Mutamassik – Wishik

Lifted – Total Care Zero

Shizuka – Plan for Solitude

Beau Wanzer – A Burrowing Booboo

Nuovo Testamento – Heat

The Invincible Limit – Push (New Mix)

Experimental Products – Glowing in the Dark

Miss Nude – Taste My Acid Fruit

Syamese – Drum

Portion Control – Go Talk

Equipment Pointed Ankh – Port of Indiana

Echo & the Bunnymen – The Subject

Q Lazzarus – Goodbye Horses (Demo 2)

Nun – In Blood

Six Finger Satellite – Where Humans Go

Iggy Pop – Funtime

Terry – Gold Duck

SUSS – Ash Fork, AZ

Glyders – Maria’s Hunt

The House of Love – Road

The Loft – Your Door Shines Like Gold

Celibates – Coming Alone

Marcie’s Still Waiting – For You (Not For You)

Shinichi Atobe – First Plate 3

Th’ Blisks – A Salve

Dippers – Looking for a Sphere Pt. 1

Ulaan Passerine – Light of Lights

Adonis – No Way Back

Kraze – The Party (Original Mix)

Paul Johnson – After Dark

Tirzah – Sink In (Actress remix)

Om Unit – Pursuit

Show #324 (Jan 29, 2013)

Tom Verlaine – Souvenir from a Dream

Love Child – Stumbling Block

Love – Softly to Me

Owen Maercks – Intense Young Man

Television – Marquee Moon (1974 demo)

Peace Regime – untitled

Skull Practitioners – Intruder

Temple – Heathen

Rancid X – Old Sex Queen

X – I Don’t Wanna Go Out

Beau Wanzer – A Dead Person’s Monologue

The Real Kids – Nowadaze Kids

Holy Tongue – Spirit Mask

Sleaford Mods – UK Grim

Miss Lie – Depression

Exhaustion – Old Mickey

Midnight Mines – Hollow Sky

Primal Scream – All Fall Down

Virgin Prunes – Baby Turns Blue

The C.I.A. – Better

Exploded View – You Got a Problem, Son

Violet French and the Horrible – I Want the Sky to Be Crying

Dippers – Looking for a Sphere Pt. 2

Blatant Dissent – Eleven Days

Circus Lupus – New Cop Car

Lush – Nothing Natural

The Fall – Y.F.O.C. / Slippy Floor

Obe – untitled

Sightless Pit – Calcified Glass

The Ex – Evolution

Oozing Wound – Hypnic Jerk

Nitzer Ebb – Captivate

George Brigman & Split – Blowin’ Smoke

Meg Baird – Star Hill Song

Equipment Pointed Ankh – From Inside the House

Dalibor Cruz – Depose the Influencer

Manuel Göttsching – E2-E4 side A

[kcmuthafuckinbarbee]

I don’t remember our anniversary date exactly. But I do vividly remember the first time I met Patrick King. I was on my way home from a goodbye party at work. I was in high spirits because the new job was closer to home and my kids; when my friend called me. She asked me to come meet her new crush. I immediately rolled my eyes cuz this friend changed men like socks (while maintaining an engagement with her “highschool sweetheart”) But I agreed to go. If only to meet this guy that I really wasn’t sure I’d like all that much anyway. So I get there and am about to pee my pants. I knock and rush in stating I have to pee right now heading straight for the bathroom. When my business was finished I walked to the living room to find my friend MIA and 2 dudes chillin on separate couches; one facing the tv and one the window. It was dark and Disney’s Beauty and the Beast was on the T.V. It struck me as a little odd so I stated that. When the furthest guy from me stood up and started going off. He’d pulled his hat up revealing intense blue eyes and a furrowed brow. As he ranted about being masculine and loving cartoons, I remember thinking “well I’m in trouble”. I collected myself and gave him a grin saying that I was just talking shit and actually love the movie. We talked for hours and I forgot all about my friend and his. I discovered he had a daughter; and how deep a father’s love could run. I felt myself become comfortable with this stranger. I walked amazed to my car only to have to go back in because my car would not come out of park. I remember being embarrassed by the mess and the fact that I couldn’t work my own car. But when he almost jumped straight up off the couch to help me, my worries disappeared. He graciously ignored the mess as he lied in the floorboard fixing my car’s shifter. After he gave me the most stunning Mischievous grin and a giant hug. He refused payment saying it was no problem and melting me with how he said ma’am like an old southern gentleman. I hadn’t given him that much information on who I was and I regretted that for 2 full days; I justified it with thoughts like “he’s my friend’s guy” and “I don’t want to steal him from anyone”. 2 days later he messaged me on Facebook. He told me I was beautiful and that he enjoyed having a real conversation with someone. He asked about my kids, car, and my job. We met up so I could meet his little brother; I met the rest of his family in a hayfield in heels after work. We struggled for awhile but found ourselves and each other before giving up hope for our story. It’s been a journey and sometimes a struggle but he is my very best friend, my rock and absolutely the only person I want as my partner in crime. I’m glad we chose each other and grew together through it all. Because I would not take for our crazy, chaotic and heathen life!!

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