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lookingformoondrop · 6 months

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+ Yandere Andy (for my previous request for suggestive themes with a fem reader and him :33)

Yandere!Andrew Graves x f!reader - Drabble thing

TW: TOXIC ANDY, Yandere themes, obsession, possession, manipulative Andy, suggestive themes, foul language, Andy can't keep his hands to himself, threats & intimidation, Andy calls Reader dumb bunny, not proofread.

♥︎Notes: I think out of all the yandere content ive ever written, this is the most toxic. Please readers, if your irl relationship mirrors any of this behavior, LEAVE THEM. Andy is extremely toxic, and if given the chancs hed lock up his bunny for only him to see. I dont condon any of this behavior, but i support Andrew's rights and wrongs. Hope this meets your expectations <3.♥︎

When dating Andy, there are certain types of rules you must follow.

They're silent rules, sure, never spoken outloud, but you've been with Andy long enough to know that if you break them... there are consequences.

♡

Rule No. 1 : Never dare speak to another man

You can still remember this rule vividly.

It was sometime in April, and you had practically begged Andy to drive you to the mall for new spring dresses.

When he finally agreed, you both drove to the mall and walked around for an hour, just window shopping all the sweet spring deals.

You found a lovely dress and went to try it on. Unfortunately, you realized the size was too small, so you asked Andy to browse the store for something bigger.

This is when the incident happened...

When you finally finished changing, you walked out of the clothing booth with a couple of other items and one adorable shirt that lacked a price.

You searched for a store employee and spotted a young man.

"Excuse me, but is there any way you can find the price of this shirt? I can't seem to find it," you handed the shirt to the employee, and his cheeks turned a dusted pink

"W- Well sure. I can just ask my co-worker to-"

"Fuck off."

You jumped at the cold voice beside you and noticed a very pissed off Andrew. His hand was suddenly on your hip, squeezing your flesh very aggressively.

"I- I'm sorry, sir, but I was talking to this young lady, not you," the young worker looked nervous.

But Andrew was having none of it, "fuck off before I forcibly make you." His eyes narrowed on the man, as he pushed you against his chest.

The employee retreated for the employee back door, his tail practically in between his legs, leaving you absolutely dumbfounded.

You pushed at Andy's chest, "Andrew what the fuck?! He wasn't doing anything wrong, he was literally just helping me find the price tag for some-"

"Do you like pissing me off? I disappeared for not even 5 minutes, and you're letting men drool over you? "

His grip on your hip got tighter, assuring that it would leave a mark for later.

At a loss of words, Andrew leaned in and whispered into your ear,

"You're making me sad, Y/N... Do you honestly want another man?"

His voice sent shivers down your spine, making that spot between your legs ache, and that chilling feel graze your skin with goosebumps.

"Andrew, I don't want anyone else! Please don't be sad, I'm sorry for misleading you," Your eyes got glossy from the guilt that weighed down on you.

He sighed, disappointed. He gripped your wrist, using the hand that was on your hip to rip the clothes you had out of your hand and onto a random display table.

"You're not a very good girlfriend. But I love you anyway."

He walked towards the exit, caressing your hand while he did.

You quickly leaned that Andrew was not going to tolerate any sort of social interaction with other men, and if you broke this rule, he'd be very, very disappointed in you. Simple as that.

♡

Rule No. 2 : Where you're going, what you're doing, who you're with, and why is all of Andy's business.

A year into your relationship, you decided to take a spontaneous girls trip with your friends to a different state.

You'd only be gone for a couple of days, and since Andrew was always busy working, you figured that he wouldn't mind.

Thinking this, you texted Andrew.

Andy

I'm sorry I haven't texted you. How was your day? **

You

It was good! I'm actually packing right now for a trip. **

Andy

.... **

Andy

What trip? **

You

A girls' trip. I figured since you're busy all the time, I could take this weekend to vacation! **

Andy

.... Where will you be going? **

You

My friends cabin**

Andy

Who will you be going with?**

You

My friends? **

Andy

Whose Cabin? Which friends? Whats their number? How can I contact them? How many nights are you staying? What's the wi-fi situation like? How far away, is it? What's the exact location? Who knows about this trip? When will you be coming back? Will there be any men there? Is it just girls? Will you be changing in front of them? Will you be sleeping separately? Whose car are you taking? How will you get there? By what transportation? Do your friends have boyfriends? Are there any wild animals?**

You

I... Andrew, how could I answer all these questions? I dont... I dont know.**

Andy

Then you shouldn't be going. **

Andy

It's in a location I've never been to nor seen before. So many things can happen to you, my dummy bunny. It may be a cabin, but I know you can't handle being alone for so long. Save me the trouble, Y/N, you're not going. **

Andy

I'm only looking out for you. You're the love of my life. How could i possibly live with myself if something happened to you? Y/N, you're the air that I breathe, the food i consume, the blood i need to pump my heart. Are you trying to run away from me? **

You

No! Andy I swear I'm not! I won't go if it makes you uncomfortable. I just thought... **

Andy

You don't think many things through, dummy. You're such a headache sometimes. **

Andy

So, what's for dinner? I'm hungry. *

♡

Rule No. 3 : You belong to Andy, and only Andy.

"Hey Andy! Guess what I found?!" You walked up to Andy who was lounging on the coach watching some shitty news.

"What's that, Y/N?" He lazily turned his head towards you.

In your hand was an old photograph of you and an old prom date, taken long before you ever met Andrew.

You were cleaning your bedroom and found a couple of old boxes underneath your bed. Once of which, held many old memories of your youth.

"It's all the prom pictures my mom took of me! Don't I look cute?" You leaned your upper body over the coach back and showed Andy the dusty photos.

You expected a snort, a grin, maybe some mockery for your cheesy dress but instead Andrew tensed up his jaw, his eyes narrowing.

He grabbed the photos from your hand and slowly looked through them.

"You are very pretty, Y/N...." his hand squeezed the photos, to the point of crinkling them.

"Andrew, the photos are being!-"

Suddenly Andrew stood up and quickly crossed the distance between you two, letting the photos be dropped to the floor.

You gasped as Andrew smashed his lips against yours.

He grabbed onto your face, pressing his body into yours.

His lips were warm and slightly chapped, the brief smell of mint and cigarettes overpowering your head.

He broke the kiss, a strange hunger dancing in his eyes as he looked at you.

"You're so beautiful... You're so beautiful being mine, and mine alone. Mine, mine, mine, and mine, until the world comes crashing and burning. " He grinned at you, a dark shadow crossing his face.

"Andrew! I- I know im yours, but the photos are being stepped on-" You tried protesting, but instead, you felt Andrew kiss you again, this time going deeper. His hand squeezed your cheeks, attempting to make your jaw open, in a way asking for entrance.

You couldn't help but open your mouth wider, a victim to the rose colored glasses he always placed on you.

Your eyes closed, while Andrews' opened.

He stared at you with a strange intensity.

You, of course, could never hear his thoughts, but if his words were spoken outloud he would scream how much he wanted to rip that prom date to shreds.

Watch him bleed out of your hardwood floors until it stained from that fuckers punishment.

You belonged to HIM.

You were HIS.

And darling, he would go to heaven and drag you back to hell with him if he had to.

He broke the kiss and squeezed you into a hug,

"Promise you wont ever leave me, okay?" Andrew rested his head on your shoulder. You breathed heavily, wiping the saliva from your chin.

You nodded in a daze, the ache between your legs overpowering any kind of hesitancy you had.

Andrew smiled into your neck, reaching his hands under your ass to prop you up around his waist.

"Come on... I want to continue this in the bedroom. I want to see more of you..." He said in just above a whisper.

"Only you..."

Thank you for the ask (and patience)!<3

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Dark Side of Me || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: The plan you and your friends had come up with to celebrate your 21st birthday was simple: go to as many bars as you could in one night and stay out of the hospital. You weren't a big fan of it, but everyone had done it and now it was your turn. However, things went off the rails quickly and you ended up being dragged to Heroes, a superhero-themed strip club. You thought it was a bad idea, until you met the cold, piercing blue eyes of the Winter Soldier and simply couldn't look away.

Or the one when reader gets her first lap dance

Warnings: stripper AU, stripper!bucky x innocent!reader, suggestive tones, lap dance (I tried really hard), no actual smut, alcohol consumption, reader giving in to peer pressure, fem reader

English is not my first language

Word count: 4400

Notes: I watched magic mike the other day and apparently I am now obsessed with stripper aus. The movies have a softer side that I wasn't expecting but I loved it and that's the vibe I'm trying to recreate here. If you want to understand some of the dance moves I'm trying to describe here you should watch the movie! I tried really hard with this one (describing dancing is waay harder than I thought so I hope it makes sense)

I’m open to writing more of these two, so let me know if you’d like that and don't hesitate to stop by my asks/messages if you have any ideas!

tagging: @asgards-princess-of-mischief

What had started out as a night of celebrating your 21st birthday quickly went off the rails and turned into something completely different. The plan was to get wasted —legally this time—, visit a couple of bars and get home before you ended up in the hospital. You weren't usually a party and alcohol lover —you just went to have a good time with your friends—, but you recognized that your 21st birthday was an important event that deserved to be celebrated. Besides, your friends had assured you that they would behave themselves and that things would not get out of control -well, not that much at least.

In hindsight, you should have figured that wouldn't happen. Although nothing could have prepared you for ending up at Heroes, a strip club your friends had apparently been to before. You tried to say no at first, but you were a little buzzed and you'd never been good at saying no to your friends anyway, so eventually you agreed. The place was exactly what you imagined and completely different at the same time, if that made sense. Dark, loud and warm, but much nicer than you expected. The dim lights gave it a very intimate feel, highlighting certain spaces with red or purple lights that made it look aesthetically pleasing to the eye. The music played loudly, trying to drown out some of the shouting of the women throwing bills onto the catwalk where the dancers performed their routines, but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle.

From the moment you settled at your table, a sort of strange sisterhood was generated between you and the groups of women seated in your proximity. Similar to bumping into a stranger in the bathroom at a party and reacting as if you were lifelong friends, you quickly engaged in casual conversation with the group of women at a bachelorette party to your right, and the one celebrating a divorce to your left. You complimented each other's outfits, shared a few drinks, and screamed with all your might in unison every time a dancer approached your side of the stage —or made quick eye contact with one of you. It created such a pleasant and fun atmosphere that for a moment you almost forgot where you were.

It stopped being nice and fun though when your friend came up with the idea of paying for a private dance and you had to face the force of a group of women pressuring you to accept. You had made the silly mistake of letting one of your friends know that you really thought the dancer who called himself the Winter Soldier was cute. You hadn't been able to take your eyes off him during his routine. And since that was the most interested you had ever been in any of the dancers, your friend thought it would be a good idea to treat you to a private dance.

“What am I supposed to do locked in a room with him?” You panicked as your friends dragged you to a more private area of the club to wait for your gift.

“I don't know, enjoy, I guess?” She laughed, practically pushing you into the arms of the man waiting to lead you to the Winter Soldier. You wanted to snap at her, but you kept silent, embarrassed by the stranger's presence. The last thing you needed was to make an even bigger fool of yourself by looking like an innocent, prudish fool.

But the problem was just that. You were a silly, innocent, prudish young woman that didn't have the slightest idea of what to do in a situation like that. You could feel the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears, drowning out the screaming and the bass of the music that was getting farther and farther away. Your stomach was turning with nerves as you sat waiting in the chair in the center of the room, just as the man had indicated before disappearing behind the door. Your hands rested awkwardly in your lap, your body immobile as you contemplated your options —perhaps if you remained completely still, he wouldn't be able to see you there, it was dark after all.

You thought about running away from there. You were alone, the dancer had not yet appeared and the hallway was dark, you would probably be able to sneak out without even your friends noticing. You would send them a text later explaining everything, when you were out and away from their clutches so they couldn't drag you there again. But when you went to get up, you found that your legs didn't respond. Only this time it didn't feel like it was part of the nerves you were having at the thought of what was about to happen.

You discovered then that a part of you, hidden behind a lot of shame and fear of the unknown, was curious. You wondered what it would feel like to be in a room alone with him, what it would feel like to have him touch you —even in the lightest, most subtle way—, to have him press his body against yours as he had done on stage with a lucky girl in the audience. You'd never experienced anything remotely similar to that, you'd barely shared make-out sessions with your ex-partner that weren't particularly memorable-not in the way the Winter Soldier's dance was for you. You had the movement of his hips burned into your memory, the image of his flexing muscles popping up every time you closed your eyes. You wanted more of him, even if you couldn't bring yourself to admit it.

The sensual rhythm of the music that suddenly began to play brought you out of your thoughts. You looked up and there he was in all his glory. He was wearing a different outfit, a simple tank top and loose-fitting sweatpants. The tactical suit and mask that covered half his face in his routine had probably been left forgotten in some basket behind the stage, but you didn't mind. You could see more of him now, the real him, and you liked that. It felt more intimate, more genuine.

He could sense the nervousness in your voice when you told him your name. You had trouble maintaining eye contact with him, your eyes lingering for a full three seconds on his figure before returning to your hands. Your fingers fiddled with the hem of your flowy dress. It intrigued him. He had worked with flustered women before —it was more common than one might imagine—, but there was something about you that stood out. You looked so out of place there, with your innocent look and shaky breath. Everything about your body expression told him that you wanted to curl up in a ball and pretend you weren't there. Everything except a slight glint in your eyes that he almost missed as quickly as you looked away from him. It would be his challenge to get that side of you to come out.

“That's a beautiful name,” he said in a soft voice. You smiled, but your eyes didn't search his, focusing instead on the red light shining on the wall behind him. So he leaned in front of you, settling down to your eye level so you couldn't escape. “I'm Bucky, by the way, and there's no reason to be nervous around me, princess.”

Your face warmed at that affectionate nickname and a tingle spread through your body. It had been a while since the last time someone had called you that. You liked it, it made you feel special even if it came from a stranger's mouth.

“Why did you come here tonight? You don't seem like the type of woman that frequents these places.”

“I'm not! I'm here because my friends thought it'd be a good idea... a fun way of celebrating my 21st birthday.”

“Oh well happy birthday then!” Bucky gave you a smile and you thought that was the best present you had received all day. “Are you having a good time?

“Yea-yeah, I am.” Your voice was soft, almost inaudible. Bucky got the impression that you were embarrassed to admit that out loud.

“Are you uncomfortable, y/n? Do you want to leave? Cause I can give you a full refund and let you go right now if that's what you want.”

“No!” you were quick to say, big eyes staring at him for the first time since he had introduced himself to you. “I'm just a bit... scared, I guess. I've never done anything like this before. Actually, I've never done anything for that matter.”

You didn't know what prompted you to confess to Bucky —a complete stranger who danced and stripped for a living— your complete inexperience in sexual matters, but you couldn't turn back now. You supposed it was to be transparent, though there was no reason for such a thing. It wasn't like you were there to have sex, he was just going to dance on you for a bit and then you'd go back to your normal, boring life.

“Well, then I have to let you know that you are in full control here.” Bucky spoke in a soft tone full of understanding. His cold, piercing blue eyes softened, showing a warmth that helped calm your nerves a bit. “I do have a routine, but if there's something that I do that you don't like you can just tell me and I'll stop, okay?” You nodded, biting your lip as you felt the tingle of anticipation running through your body. “Good! Are you ready?”

At your nod, Bucky got up from the floor to press play on the music. Suddenly, the silence was filled by a soft, sensual beat similar to others that had echoed through the club throughout the night. He approached you with a slow pace, his eyes never leaving your face, studying your expression. Then he took one of your hands in his and rested it on his chest, still covered by the thin fabric of his white muscle shirt. You couldn't help but notice how much bigger his hands were compared to yours. You could barely see your fingertips as he wrapped his hand around yours, trapping it against his chest. His calloused fingers didn't let go as he slowly guided your hand down, allowing you to caress his chest as he rubbed small circles over your skin. It was such an intimate touch for the situation you were in, that for a moment you forgot he was a stripper who did this for a living.

The air caught in your throat, your heart pounding against your chest as your hand traveled lower and lower. You could feel the firmness of his abs under your fingers and the heat emanating from his skin. It filled you with anticipation, with need. You wanted to feel more of him, more of his body and his touch. More of his warmth and the intoxicating scent of his cologne. But before your hand reached his waist, he pulled it away. Your eyes shot up to his face, waiting patiently for Bucky to give you instructions to proceed.

He removed his shirt and as soon as the fabric touched the floor, his hands were on yours again, trapping them against his chest. Bucky liked the way you let him guide you, closing your eyes as you enjoyed something as simple as the feel of his skin under your fingers. He was used to dealing with more... confident women. They knew what they wanted and weren't afraid to demand it. Their hands were always everywhere, touching his crotch without hesitation every chance they got. But you were different. You didn't know what you wanted —what you were missing— and you were willing to let him show you. He enjoyed the slower pace, it was a nice change that allowed him to try new things. So in a way, you were both experiencing something different there.

Your eyes suddenly widened as you felt the fabric of Bucky's sweatpants brush against your fingers. Your face heated up, embarrassment taking over your expression. But he didn't let your hand slip away, on the contrary, he pushed it a few inches lower and made you cling to the elastic of the pants. He gave you a cheeky smile before he started moving to the rhythm of the music. His hand didn't let go of yours as he positioned himself in your lap, grinding his hips against yours with an experience that shouldn't have surprised you.

Bucky fixed his eyes on you as he danced, keeping you in a kind of hypnotic trance from which you could not wake up. Your eyes followed his, your body responding to his movements without a single complaint. He trapped you between the chair and his body, one of his hands clinging firmly to the back of the chair while the other traveled to your cheek. You leaned into his touch, enjoying the warm caress of his fingers. His face came so close to yours that you could feel his breath mingling against your quickened breathing, his nose brushing against yours. For a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, so you closed your eyes, letting the euphoric sensation of desire consume you.

But suddenly, Bucky rose from your lap. You couldn't contain the whimper that escaped your lips, a protest at his devastating absence. Although he wasn't completely gone, you could feel him at your back, his hands caressing your neck, his nose inhaling the scent of your hair. The ghost of his lips traveling from the sweet spot behind your ear to your collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He wasn't even kissing you and you were already experiencing things you had never felt before in your years of relationship.

With a graceful and sensual move, Bucky is once again on your lap, trapping you against the chair. He wasn't putting his full weight on you, but enough for you to feel it as he moved his hips. Your eyes traveled south, curious about the bulge that the sweat pants still hid. You'd never seen one before — well, outside of biology and health classes— and you'd never felt the urge to do so. But the way Bucky was moving on you made you wonder about things. You heard him let out a chuckle and looked away in embarrassment, knowing you'd been caught.

“You can look,” Bucky whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “That's what I'm here for, doll.” He stroked your arms, his fingers traveling slowly from your shoulders to your wrists. Then he took your hands and placed them back on his bare chest. “You can touch too, I don't mind.”

The desire traveling through your veins made you feel more confident this time, so you didn't need Bucky to guide your hands down his body. They acted at their own accord, fingers slowly tracing the defined muscles of his pecs and abs. You weren't yet comfortable going below his hips, so once you reached the edge of his pants you changed course to his back. Down, up and back down, your nails drew light red marks on his skin as he moved in your lap. You didn't even realize what you were doing, you just knew you liked hearing the sounds that escaped Bucky's lips when you accidentally applied too much pressure.

The lowest your trembling hands dared to go were his thighs. Bucky could see in your eyes the desire to go further —to brush your fingers over his bulge or squeeze his ass—, but shame and fear stopped you. You were trying so hard to keep your composure, to behave like a lady, but you couldn't fool Bucky. He knew what you wanted, even when you weren't ready to admit it. He saw it in the way your eyes darkened with each passing second and in the way your breathing became more and more erratic. The innocent, good girl shell you had when you entered the room was cracking, allowing your dark desires to come out. Bucky probably shouldn't find that so exciting, but he did. He couldn't help it, watching the innocence slowly leave your eyes, knowing that he was the one corrupting you, was a sight to behold.

Your lips curled into a pout of protest as Bucky rose from your lap, already missing the heat of his body pressed against yours. It was only for a moment, but to you it felt like an eternity. And he was counting on it, playing with the anticipation as he made a show of taking off his pants. This time your eyes lingered on his tight boxers for longer, though he could still see a flash of embarrassment as you crossed glances with him. It was driving him crazy, in the best possible way. He wanted to remove that innocence from your expression, to corrupt you past the point of no return. It was his personal goal, the challenge he had quietly accepted the moment he discovered what you were. And he was willing to win it.

Bucky dropped to his knees in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours as his fingers traced your legs. Your chest rose and fell with your quickening breath, your whole body buzzing with anticipation as you felt the gentle caresses moving from your ankles to your knees. To your surprise, his fingers continued their path up your thighs, though they stopped just below the hem of your dress. You resisted the urge to tangle your fingers in his hair as you felt him spread your legs slightly apart —enough for him to fit between them, but not enough to leave you too exposed to his eyes. And then the caresses over your body returned, only this time it was the ghost of Bucky's lips that sent shivers across your skin.

His mouth wasn't actually touching your thighs, but he was so damn close that you could almost feel his lips caressing the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of your leg. A warm tingling spread inside you as he moved further up, getting dangerously close to your trembling center. And at that moment you felt no shame or fear —like you had felt on other occasions with past partners. On the contrary, you wanted more, your legs involuntarily spreading wider to give Bucky more room as the ghost of his lips traveled up your lower tummy and across your abdomen until they reached your breasts. And as your breathy moans became more and more audible, your mind was lost in dark thoughts, wondering how different it would all feel if there was no barrier of clothing separating your bodies or how his wet kisses would feel on the sensitive skin of your thighs.

You didn't have much time to get lost in the fantasy though because in a second Bucky was on his feet again, pressing you against the back of the chair as he pushed your legs up. He settled down on the edge of the chair, resting each of your legs on his thighs. His hands gripped the back of the chair once again, trapping you completely between the cushions and his body —or rather, his crotch. You were practically sitting on his lap as you shared the chair, and you could feel his cock pressing against your center with every thrust of his hips. He was hard and you didn't know how common that was, but you decided to believe it wasn't something that happened often. You liked to imagine that his body was reacting to you and not to the sexual nature of his work. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

Bucky's hips moved to the sensual rhythm of the music, thrusting against your center in a way that made you feel like you were losing your virginity at that very moment. It was too much, the fire inside you spreading with the speed of a forest fire. And at the same time, it wasn't enough. Bucky's hip movements, though intense, did little to put out the flames they had started. They were pulling you into a swirl of desire and need, bringing you closer and closer to your limit with no promise of real relief. It was frustrating, in a way, but also incredibly exciting.

Your eyes closed for a moment as you struggled to process the sensations that were taking over your body. You tried to focus on your breathing and the sound of the music, anything to keep yourself grounded. But every time you thought you had managed to gain control of your own body again, Bucky moved his hips and all you could feel was pleasure, all you could think about was him.

A moan escaped your lips. It was involuntary and you didn't even realize what you did until a few seconds later. You were ready to apologize, certain you had crossed some kind of line, but Bucky let out a grunt of approval. One of his hands traveled to the back of your neck, holding your head firmly as he pressed his forehead against yours. His fingers tugged on your hair lightly, but the pain didn't bother you. You were too focused on the shape of his lips to think about anything else. You needed to feel them against yours. You needed to know what it would feel like to be kissed by him. You needed Bucky to take everything from you, to show you everything you'd been missing in these years of loneliness.

“C-can you k-kiss me?” You didn't think before you spoke, you just expressed what your mind was thinking without any kind of filter. Your voice was barely a shy whisper, your lips almost brushing against Bucky's as you spoke.

He should have refused, the number one rule of his job was never to kiss the clients —you never knew what things you might end up catching. But when Bucky saw the desperation in your eyes he couldn't help himself. Your slightly parted lips were highly tempting. You were inviting him, giving him permission to ruin you. You needed it as much as he did, so he gave in, and damned the rules.

Bucky's lips felt soft against yours, though there was nothing soft about the way he kissed you. Just like his dancing, the kiss was intense and unlike anything you had ever experienced before. His lips moved expertly, knowing exactly what to do to turn you completely stupid. You let him guide you, merely reacting to the pleasure that only Bucky seemed capable of giving you.

His tongue caressed your lips and you moaned into his mouth, allowing him immediate access to further deepen the kiss. Your hands clung to him —one digging your nails into his bicep while the other rested on his leg—, desperate to find something to keep you grounded while Bucky showed you sensations you didn't know you were capable of feeling.

You were high on pleasure, trapped under his body, immobilized by his lips, enveloped in his warmth and the scent of his cologne. You didn't want to be separated from him anymore. You didn't want to leave that room. You felt as if Bucky's lips were what kept you breathing, as if you needed them to keep on living. You couldn't pull away. You didn't want to pull away. But unfortunately a knock on the door signaled that your time together was over.

“You're more than welcome to come back anytime.” Bucky winked at you before disappearing behind the door, leaving you alone in the room.

It took you a moment to collect your thoughts and calm your rapid breathing. Your heartbeat was still pounding in your ears, but you figured that would change when you had a chance to get some fresh air. Your legs almost gave out when you stood up, still weak in the knees after the spectacle you had witnessed. You felt a little silly having to take a moment to steady yourself. Bucky had gotten up and left without any trouble, and there you were, clinging to the back of the chair as you struggled to compose yourself so you could leave without your friends realizing the effect their dumb idea had really had on you. You were pathetic.

Gathering your last bit of strength you pushed past the screaming women until you found your friends. They were back at their table, enjoying the routine of a tall, muscular blond who, from what you had heard, called himself Captain America. He was cute, but you couldn't stay in that place a second longer.

“How was it?” one of your friends asked with a smile.

“I need to get some air.”

“That good, huh?” Said the other with a giggle. You rolled your eyes, grabbing both of them by the arm and pulling them up from their seats.

Amidst protests they agreed to leave with you and call it a night. As they made their way through the crowd they didn't miss the opportunity to flood you with questions, insisting that you give them details of what had happened and how it felt to have Bucky dance just for you. You refused to say anything, partly because you were embarrassed to admit the reality of what had happened, and partly because you still needed time to process the night.

However, as you were about to leave, one of the waiters who had served your table - a young man who had introduced himself as Spider-Man - grabbed your arm. At first you thought maybe you had forgotten something in your seats and he was being kind enough to catch you before you left. But when you turned to look at him you noticed he had nothing in his hands but a rose and a piece of paper.

“He sends you this.” The boy said, handing you the items and disappearing into the crowd.

He didn't have to tell you who they were from for you to know. A smile immediately graced your lips as you held the flower to your nose and inhaled. Then you turned your attention to the piece of paper and as you unfolded it you discovered that it was a note.

‘Happy birthday!

Call me ;)'

It read, and at the end was written a phone number that was undoubtedly Bucky's. Your smile widened, which finally attracted the attention of your friends. One of them took the paper from you before you could hide it and when you saw the expression on her face you knew you weren't going to escape the interrogation. It was going to be a long night.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem reader #bucky barnes smut #(not really but just in case)#stripper!bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader smut

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allysunny · 4 months

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hiii! first of all, congratulations for 200 followers! im so proud heheee! and second, i just read your nanami's fic (patching up wounds) AND IT'S SO GOOD 😭😭🤍🤍 WE LOVE FLUFFY FLUFF NANAMI

and third! i wanna make a request hehee

15+28 with a make up prompt with nanami 🤍

"Is it someone else?" + "Do you trust me?" / "Always" + Make up x Nanami Kento

Words: 4.3k words

Warnings: Angst, mentions of infidelity, arguments, some angst? Some suggestive themes, but nothing downright explicit, I would say? I'm so bad at tagging omg if I missed anything!

A/N: Hey everyone! Here's another one of the entries for my 200 Follower Event!!! I missed writing for my man Nanami sm, I love this man so bad... <3<3<3

Anyway, I would ALSO like to say that my Event is now CLOSED!!!! I'll of course finish the requests I have in my inbox, but regarding this event in particular, I won't be taking any more! I feel like if they keep on coming, I'm going to panic and not be able to finish any of them.

Thank you for everyone that participated and sent in their great ideas; they're all genius and I am having a blast writing them. Thank you so much!

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this little piece!!!

You'd long stopped waiting for Nanami to come home

Asking him to please come at a more decent hour, and letting you know whether he was going to make it to dinner or not proved to be useless, as he often did not check his phone, and even when he did, he'd give you one-worded replies that did nothing to soothe your nerves. You loved your husband; knew him inside out and loved everything about it. But sometimes, these little quirks managed to annoy you.

Were you being selfish? All you wanted was for your husband to come home to you, have some dinner, ask how your day was, maybe make love to you once or twice. But as days turned into weeks, it seemed like none of those were a possibility.

Dinnertime together became "Sorry. Won't be able to make it in time. Don't wait for me." texts, casual conversations about your jobs became "I had an exhausting day. Can we not talk about it?", asking your husband for a bit of affection became "I'm really tired. Some other day." It was starting to become unbearable.

You knew Nanami to be a hard worker. He was a very thorough man, efficient and determined, and he always gave 101% of himself in whatever he did. But lately, it seemed that he was lacking in terms of your own life. It hurt to eat by yourself, it hurt to read or watch TV on an empty couch, it hurt to go to sleep in cold sheets.

You'd tried to talk to him once, ask what was happening. Not only did he brush it off as him simply being busy, but he also failed to provide you with information as what to what kept him busy. He was never a man of many words. You knew this. But it was one thing for him to be quiet and reserved. It was another to simply refuse to tell you certain information about what he did for a living.

All he'd told you was that he worked at a high school, as a teacher. Taught something about finance. On one hand it made sense. All the books and certificates inside his study were clearly not for show, and he'd always been extremely intelligent. But on the other hand, it was weird. Nanami never expressed much interest in teaching. Hell, you didn't even know he had the qualifications for teaching. But apparently, he did, and that's what he wanted to do from now on.

He'd told you it was a high paying job. He wouldn't be as miserable as he was as a salaryman, and you two would be able to take that lovely vacation in Malaysia, the one you'd been envisioning for years now. But how did a high-school teacher earn so much? And why did he have to spend so much time at his school?

The sound of the door broke you out of your thoughts, and you looked behind you from your place in the couch. Your husband walked home, hair slightly dishevelled and jacket hung on his arm.

"I'm home," he said softly, before taking off his shoes and hanging his coat.

"Hey," Your feet instantly carried you from the couch to him, as if second nature. Your feet would carry you anywhere Nanami Kento was, that is how deep your love for him run. Because where was home, if not by his side?

"I stopped by the bakery on my way home," he mumbled, placing a white paper bag on top of the couch. "Brought you those croissants you like."

There he was, your sweet husband, remembering you even when you worried and worried. Here you were, chewing the inside of your cheek out of sheer preoccupation, and he was out there buying you croissants. You felt a little bit guilty.

"Thank you," you smiled, returning to his side, and continuing to speak, "How was work?" It was when he flexed visibly in front of you when you moved to undo the knot of his tie that you had realised, you'd asked the wrong question.

"Tiring. I don't want to talk about it," he answered, moving past you towards the kitchen.

The guilt you'd briefly felt earlier washed away, if only a little bit.

Dinner was uneventful, as usual. It was nice having his company, but it was almost as if it didn't even make any difference. He was quiet, more so than usual. You tried getting a few conversations going, talking about your day, gossiping about your coworkers, but only received one-syllabic words, or soft hums of acknowledgement. You tried to get him to talk about his work, but he wouldn't budge. You asked about his students, and he shut you down. It seemed as if there was a barrier coming up between you and your husband, and you didn't like it one bit.

He offered to do the dishes for you while you decided to go take a quick shower, and when you came back, you found him sitting on top of your bed, quietly reading a book.

"Aren't you heading to bed?" you asked.

"I came home late enough the other days. I'd like to enjoy a book for a while before I go to sleep. Is that so wrong?" There was a slight harshness to his voice that you didn't like, and you became defensive.

"I'm sorry – it's just, you've been so tired every other day, I thought you'd maybe like to get some actual sleep."

Nanami must've realised the tone he'd taken with you and took a deep breath to calm himself.

"I appreciate your concern, honey, I really do. But I'd like to relax for a bit. I promise to get enough sleep."

You nodded and grabbed the remote, turning on the TV in front of you to zap through a few channels. When you couldn't find anything that amused you, you picked up your phone and scrolled through social media, internally sighing at the photos of your friends and their respective partners on their own private vacations. It reminded you of Malaysia, and it made you frown just a bit. You had half a mind to ask your husband, but there was no way you wanted him to think you were annoying, so just kept quiet.

After a while, he put down his book and walked towards the bathroom to get ready for bed. You would've done the same, but he closed the door behind you, causing you to wait for him. When you were able to brush your teeth and go through your whole skin care routine, you returned to bed.

Nanami was already lying down, facing away from you.

It hurt. A lot. You used to sleep pressed close against each other. He would hug you close to him, and you'd fall asleep to the beating of his heart. It nearly made you cry, until you realised you were made of tougher things, and would do your best not to let it get to you.

You laid down, pulled the covers over your body, and looked at your husband's back, admiring the broad planes of his shoulders and the pale skin you so adored to touch and kiss. It had been a while since you'd done both.

You don't know what made you do this. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe you just missed your husband too much and seeing him like this before you awakened memories in you that had your cheeks heat up and your thighs clench instinctively. But something made you press against Nanami's back and snake your arms around his chest.

He all but whispered your name, and you couldn't tell if in exasperation, or desire.

"I miss you so much," you mumbled, pulling your body up to sit beside him, and leaning down to press kisses against his neck and jaw. You felt him tense, and something inside you churned. Why was he tensing before you? Before your touch? He was your husband. Were you so unfamiliar that he would flinch away from you?

"I'm tired," he sighed, rolling so his body would stay even more out of reach.

"We don't have to do much;" you mumbled, scooting closer to him. Your hands carded through his hair. "I just miss you. Miss your touch, miss your body," each word was punctuated with a kiss on his jaw, and you heard Nanami sight. "Please, Kento. Don't you miss me?"

Why you kept going, you had no idea. He had arrived home extremely tired and had not given you any signal that he wanted this. In fact, the only thing he'd demonstrated was wanting distance, peace, and quiet.

But still, you kept going, kissing his soft skin, and playing with his golden hair.

"I have to get up early in the morning," he said, but you could tell his voice was breathy, husky. You gloated internally, happy over the fact you still had this effect over him.

"We can be quick. Can't we?" He could. You could. Nanami liked to take his time with you – and lord knew how much you liked it when he did. But you also knew he was efficient. You'd been pressed against several walls inside bathrooms or broom closets, mouth against the column of his neck to stifle your broken moans to know it. "Please? You know I'll make you feel good."

Nanami remained quiet for a few seconds, and for a while you thought he might say yes. Then, he promptly moved away from you, his voice cold as ice.

"I'm tired. I need to get up early tomorrow, I don't have the time for this."

"But Kento – "

"Can't you listen to a word I say? You've been going against my wishes all night." This time, he turned to face you, a hint of cruelty in his eyes, something that made you tear up immediately. "All I want is to get some rest. I can't do that with you all over me."

You said nothing, staring at the man before you. Is this how he felt? That you were all over him? That you'd been going against all his wishes? It's not your fault you wanted to talk to your husband, to be worthy of some of his time.

"I just wanted to spend some time with you," you replied, brows furrowing in confusion. "What's so wrong with that?"

"I've told you before, I'm tired. I got home late today; all I want to do is just get some sleep – "

"You're always getting home late now!" You raised your voice, sitting up completely and crossing your arms over your chest. "And you're always tired. What am I supposed to do?"

"Not disturb me, when I'm working so hard for us."

"At a high school? I love you, Kento, and I love how dedicated you are to your work, but what's a high school got that makes you get home at nearly 11PM?"

"It's complicated," he muttered, looking away.

"Is it now?"

"Yes! It is! And I wish you would just let it go and let me sleep. God knows I need it."

That's when you ask the question that's been plaguing your mind for a while, the one you'd never been brave enough to ask, the one you never wanted to ask, afraid of what the answer could be.

"Is it someone else?"

You could've asked anything, and yet Nanami would've never guessed what you'd just said. Why would you ever think such a thing? Did he ever give you reasons to think he loved anyone else other than you?

It seemed almost silly to ask, because as soon as he thought the question over in his head, he realised just how much he'd been neglecting you.

"It's not," he reassured you, sitting up and turning to face you, now sitting up as well. He hadn't realised you had started to cry, only noticing it when he saw small tears running down your lovely face. He'd made you cry. He had been an asshole and now you were crying because of him. Just great.

"I'm just working hard. For you. For us."

"Don't give me any of that bullshit. No high school teacher has to stay inside the school until close to 11PM. You can't even make it do dinner most nights. Just what the hell are you doing in there? Is it someone else, Kento? Fuck – just tell me if it is because I can't take this any longer! If you’re just staying with me because you can’t be bothered to get a divorce, then I don't want it!" You said, crossing your arms over your chest. You couldn't control the tears that had escaped, and once they started to fall, you feared they wouldn't stop.

"It's not someone else!" He said, running a hand through his blonde locks. "Look, darling, I only love you – "

"Then tell me why the hell you stay in there until so late."

Nanami was stunned into silence.

You'd never really asked about his job. He had told you he was a teacher and made up some believable enough financial-like class. You'd believed it, and he thought it would be the end of it. But Nanami should've known better. You were curious, and worried about him a lot. It was very endearing, and he loved you even more for it, but sometimes – like now – it could be a tad impractical.

"I'm working," he whispered.

"Bullshit. Again, with that stupid excuse – I don't believe you, Kento." It was the first time in 6 years together that you had ever doubted your husband. And it tasted foul. Doubt tasted foul, taster bitter in your mouth, and you hated how quickly its taste spread over everything you said. "Just tell me the truth already!"

"I'm telling you the truth, I'm a teacher, and I'm working!"

"I know high school teachers, Kento!" you yelled, "And they might bring some work home, but they're usually there in time for dinner. Hell, every teacher I've spoken to gets home much earlier than you, and everyone has said that your working hours are unusual. And there's of course, the matter of the bruises."

Some big, some small, but it has become more and more usual for your husband to arrive home injured. At first it was nothing. A paper cut. An accident while cutting bread. He slipped. He tripped. He fell. The excuses started getting weirder and weirder, and you’d become suspicious as hell.

"They're just accidents honey, I told you – " Nanami's words do little to soothe you, instead enraging you even further.

"No, they're not! You've never been clumsy Kento. You've never tripped, never fallen, never had accidents with knives! Just tell me what's going on? Have you gotten yourself into something dangerous, Ken? What is it?"

Nanami looked at you, at your eyes wide with worry and heartbreak, at your pouting lips and cheeks wet from the small pearly tears. And as much as the sight broke him inside, this wasn't the time nor the place to try and talk sense into you. He couldn't tell you about what he did, couldn't introduce you to the world of Sorcery and Curses. He'd only endanger you, and that was the last thing he wanted.

Nanami sighed.

"I think you should need some sleep. We should both get some sleep and continue this conversation in the morning."

That was the last straw. How dare he dismiss this conversation, as if it weren't something important and worthy of your attention? As if your whole relationship, your trust, your life wasn't on the line?

It was too much.

"Out." You uttered, pointing at the door.

"What?"

"Out." You repeated. "How am I supposed to share a bed, let alone a life with a man I don't trust, with a man who insists on lying to my face like this? I can't sleep on the same bed as you."

"Honey, you can't be serious – " Nanami pleaded, but you were intent on interrupting him.

"Out! I won't share a bed with you until I trust the man sleeping beside me!"

With this, Nanami nodded silently. He got up and promptly left the room, leaving his pillow where it was on the bed next to you. He knew you – you might be upset, but you still loved him, and you couldn't fall asleep with some sort of presence from him next to you. He'd found you once or twice hugging his pillow as you slept, and it made him smile. Ever since, he’d sprayed it once or twice with his cologne or aftershave, to see which scents made you relax more. It was corny and lame as hell, yes. But it helped you a lot, and he was glad for it.

Once the door of your bedroom was closed, you simply let go.

Loud sobs erupted from you, and you hid below the blankets, hoping the small fortress of cloudy fluffiness would save you from all the anguish you were feeling, and wishing sleep would take you soon.

With Nanami's pillow hugged close to your body, you found that it did, and you were out in just a matter of minutes.

The following morning, you woke up to the smell of pancakes and orange juice.

Weird, you thought, who the hell is making pancakes?

You got up and ready, going through with your usual morning routine before putting on some clothes and walking downstairs. You’re not used to having company on your day off, let alone wake up to some delicious as hell smells.

When you walk into the kitchen, you spot your husband in front of the stove, a spatula in his hands, whistling some tune he seems to be hearing from the radio.

It was as if last night hadn’t happened at all, as if instead of refusing your touch and walking away, he’d turned to you and reciprocated everything.

Nanami turned to you, having heard the soft thud of your fuzzy slippers against the floor. He was wearing his “Kiss the Cook” apron, the one you’d jokingly gifted to him a few years ago and hadn’t seen him wear in a long time. If you weren’t so upset at him, it’d have made you smile.

“Good morning,” he said, placing a plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice on your usual spot at the table.

“What’s all of this?” you asked, hesitant to sit down. Was he going to pretend it was all okay?

“An apology.”

You stopped in your tracks. An apology. Huh.

“I behaved terribly last night,” Nanami sighed and placed the rest of the pancakes on a separate plate, also putting it on top of the table. “I’m sorry.”

You nodded and sat down, taking a sip from the orange juice. It was great, and it took you every bone in your body not to jump on your husband and shower him with kisses. It’d been a good while ever since he prepared you breakfast like this.

Well, since he’d gone out of his way to do something nice and apologise, you wouldn’t play games. You and Nanami had long gone past that stage.

“Surely, you understand everything I said came from a place of worry,” you told him, grabbing your favourite jam (that Nanami had so attentively put in your reach) and smearing it all over a pancake. Your voice was calm. Not too sweet; firm, but still somewhat soft. “You’re barely home nowadays, Kento. And I miss you. You come home with scratches on your face and bruises on your arms. What am I supposed to think?”

Your husband sat before you and grabbed a glass of orange juice himself, before starting to speak.

“I understand. And I can guarantee that everything I have told you is the truth.”

You stopped your arm, fork up in the air.

“The truth? Please, Kento, I’m tired of that.”

“I’m serious.”

He shifted in his seat and sighed.

“Look – I didn’t lie to you when I told you about my new job.”

“Hm. But?” you asked, taking the forkful of pancake to your lips.

“But – “ he sighed again, “I wasn’t entirely honest either.”

“I see.”

“The truth is, I can’t tell you all about my job.”

You raised an eyebrow. Is this how he was planning to get on your good graces again?

“I’m a teacher, yes. But my job, it’s… It’s hard to explain. It’s dangerous. And I don’t want you tangled up in that world.”

Your stomach twisted in an unpleasant knot. Dangerous?

“Kento, did you get involved with the wrong people?” you whispered. Surely, that couldn’t be true. The sweet man before you would never dabble in those nasty, sketchy business you always saw out there, the kind that would have him trapped for life and made a slave to their every whim.

“No! No – Christ, no,” he was quick to reassure you, reaching out to hold your free hand. You decided not to move it, allowing the warmth of his palm to spread through yours. “It’s not like that. I did not get involved with any kind of bad people. I promise you that. But my job is dangerous, and I would be putting you in danger if I told you all about it. But I can’t stand keeping you in the dark like this – it hurts to see you suffer.”

Now you were getting scared. What the hell had your husband gotten himself into? A dangerous job? That would put you in danger? What was he talking about?

“Fuck, it’s,” he released your hand, and you immediately missed his touch. Nanami rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and shook his head. “It’s so complicated. I don’t even know where to start. I don’t even know if you’ll believe me. I just… I just need some time. Please. If you’ll have me, if you love me. I just need some time, and I’ll explain everything to you.”

“Is this what you want to do?” You asked

“Yes.”

“And you’re saying it’s dangerous.”

“It is.”

“Is that why you’re injured sometimes?”

“Yes. But I promise you – everything is okay. Everything is fine. I promise you darling – it’s okay.”

You looked at him, and he looked at you.

And there was something in his eyes that made you understand.

Not what he did, or how he did it or when.

But that he was having a tough time explaining it to you. You could see his internal dilemma clearly, and it made you ache a bit, because you saw just how conflicted he was. You loved reading. Books of all kinds. Long, short. Fun or emotional. But even after all these years of reading page after page after page, it wasn’t books you’d learned to read best.

It was your husband.

He reached out to hold your hand again. It was warm and it provided comfort. So much comfort – something you needed more than anything right now.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, speaking to you in that barely-a-whisper voice of his, the one he uses to murmur soft words against the skin of your shoulder, the one he used to say his vows to you on your wedding night, away from prying eyes, the one he’d used when he first told you he loved you.

You knew all of Nanami’s voices. Knew his monotone one, directed at coworkers and bosses; knew his warmer one, the one he used when thanking shop clerks, baristas, waiters, workers; knew his joyful one, the one you got to hear every once in a while, deep and rich and warm, accompanied by one or two chuckles if you were lucky; knew his husky one, saved especially for late-night lovemaking or mind-blowing quickies; knew his sugary sweet one, saved only for you.

And of all the voices you knew your husband to have, this was the one you trusted the most. It meant he was serious. It meant he wasn’t lying, it meant he was offering you the whole truth; he’d offer you the whole world with this voice, and you would take it.

“Always,” you found yourself replying, turning your palm, and giving his a soft squeeze.

Because it was true. You’d follow Nanami Kento to the ends of the earth. You trusted him, more than anything. And if he told you he had a hard time telling you, then you would believe him. If he told you everything was going to be fine, you would believe him. You trusted him to tell you what this dangerous job of his was and were ready to support him until the end.

You'd long stopped waiting for Nanami to come home.

But you’d start doing it. Again, and again, and again.

You would wait for him until he came home.

Whether he came home early or late, it didn’t matter. You would know he had been working. You’d know he hadn’t broken the promise he made to you the day you got married and would not lie with someone else. You’d patch up his wounds and kiss his injuries and shower him with love – so, so much love.

All that would matter, is that he would come home to you, and you wouldn’t worry.

Because you loved him, and he loved you.

And as long as you held on to that promise, you knew everything would be okay.

A/N: And that's it! I hope you guys enjoyed this little piece! I love Nanami so much, he'd be the most understanding husband, and a great communicator okay.

Once again, I ask for your patience, as uni is kicking my ass real bad, and it's taking me longer to write stuff. I fear it's only going to get worse, and I may have to take a break.

But I'll keep trying until then!

I hope you're all doing well, and have an amazing day!!! <3

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nerdalmighty · 6 months

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What are your top picks for your favorite Good Omens fanfics? 👀

-AnnTickwittee

Oh my dear AnnTickwittee, THANK YOU for this ask. There are a bunch of great ones out there but here are some I've loved recently! Also, everyone PLEASE feel free to leave more recs in comments or reblogs or tags! I LOVE a good fic!

Weirdly, most of my faves were written before S2 premiered - PLEASE recommend me some good S2 stuff, and ones you'd consider staples in the GO fandom - I've missed out on a LOT of great content - help me find it/catch up! (Note: All fics listed below are COMPLETE and feature happy endings.)

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Summary: AU, retelling of “Beauty and the Beast”. Quite honestly, sending Aziraphale off into the forest to be held hostage by a giant snake in a cursed castle isn’t even the worst thing Gabriel’s ever done to him, and at least it means a change of scene. But then neither the snake nor the castle turn out to be quite what he’s expecting…

My Review: Fave fave FAVE at the moment! I discovered this one from this tiktok, fully thinking it was going to be a silly little romp and was instead met with beautiful prose, adorable banter, and moments that literally made me go "AWW" out loud (which I NEVER do). I meant to read a few chapters per night before bed and then accidentally read the whole thing in one go. I stayed up until 4am reading and then woke up 4 hours later STILL thinking about it. Aziraphale is the perfect lead in this one, with Crowley as the wily yet lovable snake that lives in a cursed/enchanted castle with some familiar faces. CLASSIC pining ensues. The author does a great job of world building and character development and I find myself wishing I could read it again with fresh eyes. It's beautiful and adorable and I can't recommend it enough. Favorite quote: "'I love him,' he said. 'Let me in.' And the gates swung open before him."

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Summary: In good weather, one can see the lighthouse at the Rock from the shore: a dot on the horizon, a distant star flashing red and white and red again. It’s been dark for a fortnight, of course—ever since the incident that every newspaper had breathlessly written about, that the paper-boys on the corners had shouted themselves hoarse over. This is where Aziraphale is headed: it is his duty, after all, to find out what happened, to make sure that the beacon can be safely lit once again. He does not expect Crowley to follow him to the windswept isle, to the lonely lighthouse at what could just as well be the edge of the world. Crowley follows him anyway.

My Review: THIS ONE! This one is a good old fashioned mystery! The humans believe this lighthouse is haunted, especially since its last three keepers vanished without a trace, but Aziraphale and Crowley know that can't possibly be the case. As such, they decide to investigate for themselves. It's an adorable slow burn period piece that had me weeping at certain points with twists and turns abound, and I really liked how the author handled the mystery and lore! Deep lore is tough to do convincingly and I found myself believing everything the author said. I can't tell you how thrilled I was when I KIND OF clocked what the author was going for with their mystery. Their explanation for everything was far better than anything my monkey brain could have come up with. Also that S2 ep of OFMD that featured a lighthouse in the beginning came out after I read this fic and I got all giddy thinking about Aziracrow here. I literally don't think I'll ever see a lighthouse again and not think of this gorgeous fic. EDIT: Also, here's a YouTube video that appeared in my recommended shortly after I read this. It's super interesting that disappearances like this have happened in real life 😱

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Summary: Two months after the failed apocalypse Aziraphale finds the first dark feather growing in his wings. A story about middle grounds, ineffable plans, and what happens when the world doesn't end.

My Review: Another fic I found on Tiktok. The edit itself was so gorgeous I decided to give it a go and was not disappointed. It was written before S2 was even announced so it takes some liberties with fanon (Crowley was Raphael in the canon of this world, etc), but it's a lovely, relatively quick read. Crowley and Aziraphale are on their own side, finally, and soon, others join their ranks. All while God watches from afar. The prose is beautiful and I come back to the tiktok all the time (I saved it onto my phone lol). It was also fun to go back and rewatch the tiktok after reading and realize that the editor stitched together parts from each chapter into something new and amazing. It's not a romantic fic, not in the way the others are; it cares more about the aftermath of an apocalypse and shades of gray and how the universe came to be in the first place. I love the POV of God reminiscing on creation and thought it was very well written. Absolutely loved this one! (@anntickwittee, this was the fic I was referring to in the tags of this post, which is probably what prompted you to leave this ask in the first place! 😊)

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Summary: When Crowley drops a bomb on a church, Aziraphale falls in love with him. This should be a secret, but unfortunately, Aziraphale's never been much good at keeping them.

My Review: A one-shot expanding on the 1941 minisode (2019) BEFORE the S2 minisode canonically expanded on it. Recap: Aziraphale's just realized he's in love with Crowley (thank you Michael Sheen for that AMAZING acting choice) and this fic is the author's interpretation of what might have happened after the show cut away from the burning church. I was floored by how many parallels made it from this fic into the actual show both directly and indirectly (Aziraphale says "Not as such" at one point and I'm pretty sure I burst into tears and/or yelped loudly). It's got a good bit of angst to it, the same kind from S2 that makes you scream "WHAT ARE YOU DOING! HE'S RIGHT THERE!" with a happy ending that helped heal my shattered heart. I definitely cried reading this one (affectionate). It's extremely fluffy at the end which EYE LOVE, so if that's your thing, I highly recommend! Favorite Quote: "'I’m afraid I’m quite terribly in love with you,' Aziraphale said unceremoniously. Crowley, who had been in the process of sitting up, promptly fell off the sofa."

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Summary: After Aziraphale goes back to Heaven with the Metatron, Crowley reflects. And 4,400 years ago in 2407 BC, in the city of Uruk in ancient Sumer, he and Aziraphale fall in love with humanity, and each other. - “What are you doing here?” asked Aziraphale. Crowley lifted an eyebrow and felt himself start to smile. “I should ask you the same. What are you thinking, coming here with your wings out and the blessed light of Heaven raining down upon you? You’re scaring the mortals.” Aziraphale blushed. Crowley dutifully looked away. It felt disrespectful not to.

My Review: This one-shot is a love letter to history and humanity. I think I found it on twitter? Unfortunately I don't have a link to the tweet or the author's tumblr. What I really love about this one is that the author adds footnotes like the original Good Omens book does. You can absolutely feel the love and care that went into writing and researching for this particular fic, which I can really appreciate as a fellow writer. (For all my Bildad the Shuhite stans out there, this story takes place after, but the vibes are VERY SIMILAR. If you even care.) Crowley and Aziraphale are in Uruk to keep an eye on the humans as they try to build a structure tall enough to reach God (the Tower of Babel). Theoretically, they can both return to their respective sides, but opt to stay on earth (with each other) for 10 years to watch the construction unfold. Pining ensues, NSFW ensues, and as the author puts it, "now featuring Aziraphale as a little country girl tending her sheep ♥" I highly recommend if you want to be sucked into another time period/biblical story and feel MANY different feelings (with a happy ending!)

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I have more bookmarked that I could absolutely recommend if anyone is interested, but these 5 are just the ones that have stuck out to me the most recently!! Believe me, I could go ON, but this post is long enough for now.

If you DO read any of these, please chat with me about them, I'd love to hear your thoughts! Happy reading!

#i've been WAITING to make something like this #thank you SO MUCH #my blog isn't OFFICIALLY a good omens account but I've wanted to post fic recs for such a long time #please please PLEASE send me fic recs if you have them!#i've got a fever and the only prescription is more good omens fics #anntickwittee #thanks for the ask!#good omens #fic rec #good omens fic rec #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #anonymous #answered #mine #emma blabs #long post #ao3 #archive of our own #great show #love them #:)#you ever wish you were more articulate #you ever wish you could convey to someone else how badly you need them to consume this particular piece of media #and feel the exact same things that you did #and then maybe they could help articulate the wistful longing you're filled with after consuming that particular piece of media #yeah #that

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darsynia · 1 year

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Um if it sounds fun to you could you write a reader (character of your choice but I think Tony works for this, maybe Stephen or Steve) where reader is a professional and has been so focused on work they don’t feel sexy or desirable anymore? New or established I guess but fluffy/cheeky and uplifting. Only if it inspires you, LOVE YOUR WRITING!

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This was fun as hell, and thank you! I chose Tony Stark/F!Reader.

Summary: Tony wakes you up in the early morning after staying up working on his cars. He knows your job is stressing you out, and if he can't make things better at work, he can at least make you associate certain work things with him…

Warnings: Minors DNI! Oral sex (f receiving) and PiV sex.

Length: 2,288

Tags (if you'd like to be tagged for Tony posts or other characters please let me know!): @starryeyes2000 @raith-way @fyreball66 @themaradaniels @starksbf @chickensarentcheap @tiny-anne

Liquidity (Or, Well Deserved)

You’re dreaming, and it’s a really good one. In the dream, you’re on your stomach draped over a cloud, and a warm, loving hand is stroking your back. The hand slides up into your hair to scrape fingernails along your scalp before moving back along your neck and over your shoulder blades, pushing your wide-necked nightgown out of the way.

The realism of the dream is wonderful. You can even feel the way the front of your nightgown presses against your nipples in tension as the man drags the fabric down and out of the way. He starts dropping kisses along your spine, and you shiver, mmm-ing in your sleep at the tingling way his comfort is turning erotic.

The dream-cloud shakes a little, and you can picture the whole scene. You are sleeping in Tony's bed when he comes up grease-stained and horny after taking advantage of your late hours at work. Once he’s scrubbed his hands, he gives up on the shower, hoping you’ll join him if he can manage to be persuasive enough.

That thought sends half-asleep you into a spiral of dirty thoughts, but you aren’t quite sure if you’re actually dreaming or if the confident, sensual kisses on your back are real. Tony’s usually not quiet-- but he can be, if there’s motivation enough.

The word ‘motivation’ reminds you of everything that’s stressed you out at work lately. It derails the heated scrape of beard hair that trail after each open-mouthed kiss, and, fuck, what time is it? It’s not Friday, is it? It’s Saturday, right? If it’s Friday, you’ll have to rush to--

“You just tensed up,” Tony whispers, and he’s right, you did.

“I’m sorry, I was up in my own head again,” you groan, sliding your knees up underneath you in a vain attempt to hide your disappointment. You’re a compact package of overworked misery. “It’s Saturday, right? My boss would totally invent a time machine just for the glee of demanding an extra workday.”

“If I wasn’t pretty sure you’d roll off the bed in frustration at my inability to shut up about it, I’d order you to quit your job. Again,” Tony says, grabbing a handful of your nightgown and throwing himself onto the mattress beside you.

With him anchoring you, you can’t roll over or move away, and he knows it. Tony moves his head near to where yours is, reaching over with his free hand to move your hair out of the way so he can see your face.

“It would serve you right if I rolled off anyway,” you tease.

“Do it. I’ve always wanted to rip this thing off of you,” he grins.

“Tony!” you groan in frustration, but suddenly he’s pulling you over on top of him. He’s hot as a furnace, clearly hard, and the clock on the nightstand reads 4 AM. “Don’t,” you whisper, suddenly shy. “I didn’t have time to do anything but fall into bed. No shower, no teeth, and the bags under my eyes--”

He stops you with a kiss that’s filthy and enthusiastic, sliding his big hand up to the back of your head to hold you steady as he symbolically chases all of your objections away with swipes of his tongue against yours. “Good,” he whispers against the curve of your jaw. “Be dirty with me. I probably got grease swipes on your back, I was too impatient.”

That word sends you into another anxiety spiral, no matter how hard you try to fight against it. Tony’s impatient because it’s been days. The project at work isn’t finished, and you have a feeling you’ll get a call sometime today from your boss promising a bonus that won’t actually materialize if you pop into the office for a few hours.

“There you go again. Hon, if you can fuss about work, I’m clearly not on my A game,” Tony says from beneath you. In a move that takes your breath away and coincidentally presses his barely-clothed cock right where you want it, he expertly reverses your positions. You end up on your back with your nightgown hopelessly twisted up out of the way, and Tony’s sliding down.

You want that, but fuck… Tony Stark may be your boyfriend now, but before that he was known for his women, clean women, women who spent their whole lives hoping that he might look sideways at--

Tony interrupts your spiraling thoughts by yanking you toward the foot of the bed, and you lift your head to see that he’s actually dry humping the mattress as he grins up toward you, barely visible in the dim light of his bedroom. Every line of his body is painted with desire, desire for you, and as soon as he sees that you’re watching, he slides his bent knuckle along your core. Just to ensure you’re well and truly wrecked, he pulls his hand back to lick it.

“You’re going to relax, and if you don’t, I’m going to make you associate work stress with this,” Tony says, hooking your knees in his hands and pulling you down just within reach. He leans his head down to kiss you right above your mound, nuzzling you with his nose as though that soft part of your body makes him wild with desire. Hell, Tony doesn’t seem to enjoy faking things much, so maybe it does.

While you’re reckoning with that, Tony settles in, groaning low and deep as he caresses you on the way to resting his hand on your stomach. There’s something about being known like that; he has to anchor you, you’re always like a wildcat when he tastes you.

Does he know that the warmth and pressure of his possessive hand on you while he takes you apart is half the reason you’re so responsive?

“Fuck,” Tony says. “One sec.” He lifts up and you watch as he tears his sweatpants off, unable to resist pumping himself once as he glares at you as though you’re completely to blame. “Waistband was going to chafe, and I need to be able to focus,” he says.

You laugh and take the opportunity to pull off your nightgown, too. Tony is nothing if not controlled chaos in bed. His hands are usually everywhere; he’s always swearing and praising under his breath, hips always moving, but sure, his waistband will derail him.

“Oh, that’s it,” he says, crawling up to look sternly down at you with one hand on either side of your head. “You’re going to tell me your morning routine while I do this. If you stop talking, I’ll stop.”

“Tony, I do not want to mix--”

His mouth takes yours, one hand cupping your face tenderly even as he nips your bottom lip and soothes it with his tongue. “Neither do I. You started this, I’m going to finish it.”

With that he drags his cock right against you, following that with beard hair on your nipple to make you cry out from the overstimulation and smack him.

“Well?”

“Oh my god, it’s not like you’ll get up and walk away if I don’t--”

Tony interrupts you by reaching down to jack himself, his knuckles brushing against your heated core incidentally, nowhere near enough.

“Goddamnit Tony!”

“That’s my girl,” he purrs. “Go on.” Another hand movement, and you’re desperate.

You grab two handfuls of sheet to anchor yourself and start speaking, using an annoyed, disapproving tone. “I walk in and say hi to whoever is working reception.”

Tony swirls his tongue to soothe your nipple and runs his nose along your stomach on his way back down. There’s no time to be self conscious, because he’ll just make you watch him instead, probably while teasing you with useless, sexy touching.

“I head upstairs, usually on the stairs, because you never know who will be lurking near the elevators,” you continue, maintaining your tone of disinterest right till you reach the word ‘elevators,’ because that’s when Tony spreads you with both thumbs. “Oh my God, if you make me think about this while I have a meeting with my boss, I’ll have to quit my job!” you whine, hating the way he just stops.

“They’d have to hire three people to replace you,” Tony says, his lips brushing the thin skin of your inner thigh. “I’m sure I could come up with something for you to do.”

“Just don’t hire three women to do this,” you mutter under your breath.

Tony says your name, and you bite your lip and look at him. As soon as you do, he slides two fingers inside you, slowly and gently, his gaze intense. It’s an effort to keep yours open, it feels so good. Then, because he’s making a point, he pulls back out and strokes his cock, using your arousal as lubrication.

“Keep going, love.”

The ‘love’ just slays you. The man is inexorable in everything, and the promise of a mind-blowing but agonizing orgasm (not to mention an exciting life together) forces you to capitulate, begrudgingly.

“I sit down at my desk,” you whisper, eyes caught by the way the uneven shadows cast by the dim lamps heighten Tony’s sensuality as he allows himself one last swirl of his fist. “I turn on my-- ahhh, my computer,” you whimper at the first swipe of Tony’s tongue. The next minutes are a fight for coherence as you rock your hips against the steady pressure of his hand holding you still, gasping out mostly nonsense syllables that barely resemble your log-in tasks. Tony clearly relishes what he’s doing, drawing reward words with the tip of his tongue after each completed sentence.

Your orgasm takes both of you by surprise in the most delightful way; one second you’re swearing because Tony’s challenged you to remember all the headings in your most-used Excel spreadsheet, the next second he’s pulling his glorious fingers out of you and lifting his head, tutting at your inability to focus. You’re so frustrated that you put all your strength into bucking your hips up to chase him, and for once, you overcome Tony’s strength. His hand slips on your stomach, sliding up to crash into your breast, and he falls face-forward onto you.

His throaty chuckle and opportunistic nipple tweak send you, and as you shudder and moan, Tony recovers enough to thrust in.

“Oh fuck, that’s--” he gasps, hand desperately grabbing for yours. You wrap your legs around him and pull him down for an open-mouthed, gasping kiss that’s more about sharing breath than anything else. Tony’s hand is bigger than yours, and his finger-threaded grip is just this side of painful, but he’s driving into you like his life depends on it, anchored by the places you’re joined. It’s emotional, sexy, and affirming as hell.

Your orgasm lengthens, spurred into extra ecstasy with Tony’s fervor. Once you’re in that post-bliss intensity, the final column header he’d been demanding comes to you, even as Tony gives up trying to kiss you and just presses his forehead onto the pillow. He’s swearing again, praising the friction, the feel of your smooth legs against his sides, and a number of things you’d blush to even think to yourself in the privacy of your own mind.

“Tony, I remembered the last column,” you whisper against his ear, capturing the lobe in your lips. His hips stutter against you, and you scrape him with your teeth gently before he groans and moves in for a greedy kiss. You lose focus for a few heady seconds, but you can tell Tony’s close, so you pull back. “The column,” you remind him. “Aren’t you going to punish me for stopping?”

Tony lets go of your hand so he can grab your hips, holding on with an iron grip. He’s glaring at you, looking joyful but frustrated.

“I deserve this, don’t I?” he groans, but manages to hold still inside you. “Well?”

You arch your back and run your hands along the corded muscles of his arms, letting out a sigh that you know for a fact drives him crazy. When you lift your head again, he’s trembling against you, so you take pity on him and make direct eye contact. Tightening your inner muscles around his cock, you say a single word on a breathy sigh, sliding your fingers around your nipple just to enhance the effect.

“Liquidity.”

“Oh, I’ll give you liquidity,” he growls at you, grinning.

“Are you saying you’ll show me your assets, Mr. Stark?” you blink up at him innocently, holding completely still but for another pulsing squeeze of your inner walls.

Ever since you started dating, Tony’s joked about Accountant/client roleplay, and even though you knew he wasn’t serious, you’ve always teased that you couldn’t possibly. Now you’ve turned the tables on him, and the litany of swear words Tony lets out in utter amazed, erotic frustration is only balanced by the power of his renewed thrusts. He basically drives your body back up the bed, and it’s so fantastic you feel another peak rising. Tony does too, and he slips a hand between you, capturing your lips and fucking you with cock, fingers, and tongue into a devastating orgasm that leaves you both breathless.

When Tony finally rolls off of you onto the bed, reaching to twine your fingers together in silent satiation, you can’t stop smiling.

“You asshole, you woke me up at four o’clock in the morning after I worked all day and I’m not even mad at you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m the one in trouble here,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Oh?”

“I have an appointment with my financial advisor today.”

Note: I'll be honest, after 20+ years of marriage I often forget about protection, because it's just not part of my life anymore. Definitely protect yourself and protect your partner, but also please forgive me for letting that slip my mind. It's important, but this is also fantasy.

#tony stark smut #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark x f!reader #iron man smut #iron man x reader #mcu fanfiction #iron man fanfiction #iron man x f!reader #iron man imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut

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winterandwords · 6 months

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✍ Writeblr tag game roll call!

I keep a list of active mutuals who state on their blog that they're up for taking part in writeblr tag games, but I'm shit at keeping track of who actually does the tags and therefore knowing who I'm throwing tags at for no reason (and potentially stressing them out, which I don't want to do!) So...

If we're mutuals and you'd like to be tagged in writing-related tag games, please interact with this post in some way to let me know.

If your writing blog is different from the main blog that you follow me from, please drop a comment or message to let me know. I probably follow your writing blog, but Tumblr doesn't have a way to easily see which sideblogs and main blogs are connected in following lists.

It doesn't matter if you don't always respond to tags or you take a while to get to them or anything else. The point here is just to make sure I'm only tagging people who are currently genuinely OK with being tagged because I play a lot of tag games and don't want to bug anyone.

Close friends, hardcore regulars and ride-or-die moots, you're getting tagged anyway, always 💜

The reason I tend to keep tag games to mutuals is that I would prefer not to interact with minors because I write for an adult audience. I do my best to only follow other grown-ups, so I'm as certain as I can be that all my mutuals are people who I'm comfortable directly sharing my writing with.

#the shit in my head #writeblr tags

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yeehawbrothers · 6 months

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Request Prompts <3

REQUESTS-Open! :)

Please read my request rules here before requesting.

Obviously these aren't required for requests, but I think it's fun to use them.

I've gathered these throughtout the internet, so if you see one you've written, let me know and I'll tag you!

Feel free to mix and match, change wording, or anything of the like!

Please make sure to be as specific as possible if you have a certain storyline you'd like me to follow.

Angst prompts:

"Leave. Leave right now."

"Can you just fuck off already?"

"I can't do this anymore. Not with you."

"Pack your shit and go. Get the hell out of my sight"

"You ruined everything."

"I'm going to leave now, before I say something I regret later."

"This wouldn't even be a problem if you didn't make one out of it"

"You were supposed to be my safe place. But all you've brought me is pain. How great is that?"

"If you hate me so much, kill me. Kill me already. It's not like I've got much to live for anyways."

"They told me not to trust you, but I didn't listen."

"You...why did it have to be you?!"

"You lied to me! Over and over again!"

"Hey...Hey...stay with me."

"Oh my...what did they do to you?"

"It's okay, its just me."

"I didn't know where else to go."

Fluff prompts:

"Flea markets don't carry fleas you know?"

"Are you serious? Your getting blood all over my carpet!"

"I am not wearing a dress/tie!"

"It's a Texas thing"

"Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that shit. It's getting annoying."

"What are we?" "A mess."

“I just woke up can you give me a minute before you start being weird.”

“It’s literally two am, shut up.”

"Let me be a mom for a second and tuck you in."

"If you can't sleep...we could have sex?"

"If you don't shut up, I'm going to punch you."

"Please put your penis away."

"Why are you on the table?" - "Better view of my life." - "Where's the spider?" - "By the door."

"Shut up and get in the closet."

"Listen, I don't mind cuddling. But if you wake me up again I'll whoop your ass."

"I'm an insomniac, this is normal."

"Listen...I didn't know it was illegal."

"Stop messing with your IV."

"I'm pretty sure this place in haunted."

"Hold my hand you asshole"

"Did...Did you just bark at that guy?"

"Awww yay what a nice reunion! Now come fucking help me"

"We are not picking up the free chair" - "Why not!!?" - "Because that shit is 100% haunted."

"Why are you so mean to me?" - "You cannot take the child home."

"I love you so much I'm gonna bite you."

Song prompts:

If you want me to write a story based on a song, send me the link in the request. Please keep in mind, like with anything, I'm not going to force myself to write something if I'm not feeling it.

All the love-A.

#writerscommunity #doctor who #11th doctor x reader #the doctor #11th doctor #tenth doctor x reader #eleventh doctor x reader #eleventh doctor #harry styles x plus size reader #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fluff #fnaf #five nights at freddys #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader fluff #writing prompts

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hitechlatte · 10 months

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Is there anyway we can support you better in making them game?

And is fanart allowed?Weired question ik but I just wanted to make sure dienkwkwkekqke

Anyways remember to eat,sleep and drink enough!

Thank you so much!! That's so kind of you to ask!!

There's a few ways people can help if they'd like!

Feedback/Bug Reporting: If you play the demo and anything is confusing or frustrating or even if you want to mention something you like and want to see more in the full title, leave that here: Bug/Feedback Form

Fake Social Media Posts: I'll eventually make a form for this but will let you know now if you wanna think ahead! To make the social media section seem realistic I'll need lots of fake posts to filter through! So if you have a post you think someone from the ROTTMNT crew would make feel free to leave it!

Puns: I love puns but I'm terrible at thinking of them, and Leo will be a part of the game so if you know of any puns that he might post online or say in a text convo feel free to suggest them. Again I'll make a form for this, but feel free to think ahead!

Character Creator: Please let me know if there are certain hairstyles, clothes, colors, body types, etc, you'd like to see in the character creator. The one I have right now is VERY basic, but I want to make sure everyone feels like they can see themselves in the game, so if there is something specific you'd want to see in the characters creator let me know. (I may add this to a form as well!)

And regarding fanart of course! I am always super honored when people make fanart 💕💕💕 You all are crazy talented and creative so I love seeing stuff and feel free to tag me so I can see it!

THANK YOUUU regarding sleeping/eating. You all are so supportive and always tell me to take care of myself and can I tell you, you all have me sobbing. Thank you for being so kind and caring 😭😭😭

#rottmnt #save rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #fanfic #rise donnie #rottmnt donatello #rise donatello #tmnt donnie #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise donnie x reader #interactive fanfiction #online friends game #fan game

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thetwelfthcrow · 5 months

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hello! I'm Zhalia

ao3 - neocities - kofi - all socials here | adult, fic writer. i'm unhinged about Lewis/Max. favorite drivers are Max, Lewis & Lando. been following F1 since 2016, been active on F1blr since 2021. i'm also unhinged but slighlty more hinged about Max Fewtrell and Lando (how can you not, really). i tag everything with #zhalia's lil' chit chat. other regular used tags are #zhalia's lil' answer chat for asks, #zhalia's lil' kink chat for kink-related posts and sometimes #zhalia's lil' fic chat but i regularly forget that that one exists. askbox is always open and for anon too !! i love to chat !! i'm not (active) on any other socials than tumblr, ao3 and neocities. personal tumblr: @thethirteenthcrow (i follow back from there<3); hornier tumblr @theeleventhcrow

fic masterlist:

index:

i. fic recs ii. ships & kinks iii. how to request a fic iv. where to find my fics v. fic masterlist

i. fic recs

besides my AO3 bookmarks, i also compile lists for certain themes with my favorite fics!

⤑ 4433 fic recs ⤑ 4433 christmas fic recs ⤑ 4433 fetish fic recs (wip) ⤑ 4433 omegaverse fic recs ⤑ 4433 5+1 fic recs (wip) ⤑ 4433+16 fic recs

be sure to follow @ao3-feed-4433 for new fics posted in the tag! check out the 4433 STARTER PACK!

ii. ships & kinks

ships i actively write for: 4433, nortrell ships i'm open to writing for: most max-centered ships, brocedes, norstappen, lewdo, landoscar, yuki/alex, lewco ships i won't write*: lestappen, versainz, carlando, team principal ships, anything with lance, esteban, george or daniel

*mostly due to the fact that i'm not highly focused on these drivers so it's tough for me to know things about them and therefore tougher for me to write something that doesn't feel incredibly out of character. you could see it as: i won't write this driver as a main character. they may always end up being bg ships anyways. does likely not have anything to do with my opinion on the ship.

kinks i actively write: anything that comes to mind or is fitting in the context (check the full list right here on my website) kinks i won't write: watersports, scat, fisting, footplay i'm super chill when it comes to kinks and there is a huge amount of kink i've never even considered. please feel free to request anything you'd like to see and i'll happily give it a shot!

iii. how to request a fic

it's very easy! requests go into my askbox! you can request any kink and any ship and i'll let you know whether i will or won't write it. in certain cases, i might refer you to my commissions. however, due to my current situation and the fact that i'm very busy with work and uni, these commissions are closed. fic requests can be fulfilled within weeks but also catch dust in my askbox for years. never hesitate to ask for an update! for more information, check out this page on my website!

iv. where to find my fics

completely finished fics will always be on my ao3. currently, all my fics are archive-locked due to the ai-scraping threat. if you're reading this, please never ever put any author's hard work into a chatbot or ai thingy. that's theft. i put good faith in all readers that you won't do it but never hurts to say it :) in case ao3 is down, you can read the majority of my fics on my website as well.

www.archiveofourown.org/users/zhalia is my ao3. zhalia.neocities.org is my website right here is where you can find all tumblr prompts i have fulfilled!

v. fic masterlist

chronologically, these are my current 4433 WIPs and finished fics. the chronological order is from when i started with the idea. the wips will likely only have tumblr links with where i talked about it. feel free to ask about any fic any time!

Racing Heartbeats | 103k updating biweekly | explicit ⤑ Racing Heartbeats is a fic that follows Max and Lewis throughout the 2021 season from Max's pov. Max visits Lewis after the Bahrain grand prix, they have sex and they don't really stop having sex from that moment on, while their relationship progresses and changes and has to deal with all sorts of pressure as Max's chances on the championship get bigger and bigger. ⤑ my tumblr posts about it: [masterlist], [scared to post], [link with the original 'racing verse'], [meme], [snippet], ['haha what if they fucked'], [accidental foreseeing], [unhinged first draft], [progress] [web weaving sneak peek], [ao3 tag], [updating poll]

[WIP] got your naked pictures and i keep them in a folder | 3,1K unfinished | explicit ⤑ Idea originally brainstormed in a Max discord server: lewis accidentally sends a nude to max but then is too prideful to admit it's an accident and suddenly they're sexting and lewis is more into it than the conversation he had with the original recipient and he really should tap the wrong buttons on his phone more often if it leads to this. ⤑ my tumblr posts about it: [origin], [snippet], [random line]

[WIP] Coffeeshop au | only a lot of brainstorms | not rated yet ⤑ brainstormed with @popkin16⤑ Max and Daniel own a little coffeeshop. Lewis is a big celebrity that temporarily resides in the area and visits the coffeeshop every day. Daniel is a bit starstruck, Max is unimpressed. Or, well, unimpressed at first. ⤑ my tumblr posts about it: (none yet)

Vriendschap is een illusie | 3,8k, finished | explicit ⤑ after the Silverstone grand prix, Lewis swings by Max to check up on him. he can conclude, physically Max is fine. ⤑ my tumblr posts about it: [announcement]

Covered in You | 17k, finished | explicit ⤑ cowritten with @mish-tique⤑ 5+1 fic (sorta) where Max keeps accidentally wearing Lewis' clothes in public despite not wanting to share about their secret relationship yet. ⤑ our tumblr posts about it: [joke], [teaser], [announcement], [hits and comments celebration], [2k hits celebration], [5k hits celebration]

i see so much when i look at you | 1,7k, finished | explicit ⤑ requested by anon ⤑ max and lewis have a wednesday morning ritual, but lewis has a meeting. max finds a way to be near him.⤑ my tumblr posts about it: [snippet], [anon's request]

late night devil, put your hands on me | 3,4k, finished | explicit ⤑ anon requested 'more 4433' ⤑ max goes clubbing at Sass and Lewis happens to be there too ⤑ my tumblr posts about it:

[WIP] max/lewis break up and max/martin rebound, lewis gets jealous | brainstorms, unfinished | explicit ⤑ max and lewis decide it's better to take a break in their relationship. max spends his time with close friend martin garrix instead. lewis gets jealous. ⤑ my tumblr posts about it:

[WIP] you crawled inside my head and set a fire there instead | 10k, unfinished | explicit ⤑ max/lewis soulmate au, also features can't-stay-more-than-5ft-apart-trope. ⤑ my tumblr posts about it: [snippet], [line]

[WIP] presscon tease | brainstorms | explicit ⤑ lewis teases max under the presscon table ⤑ my tumblr posts about it: (none yet)

I really wouldn't mind if we don't go anywhere | 5k, incomplete | teen & up ⤑ lewis asks max to dogsit roscoe for a night because no one else could. he just didn't expect to enjoy coming home to max this much. ⤑ my tumblr posts about it: [teaser], [announcement], [more]

[WIP] sleepover fic | brainstorms | explicit ⤑ post 2021 lewis invites all drivers into his home to have a slumber party together. no one knows that max and lewis are dating... ⤑ my tumblr posts about it:

have you noticed? tell me, have you noticed? | 7,8k, finished | explicit ⤑ anon requested omegaverse thoughts; another anon gave ideas ⤑ omega!lewis forgets to take his suppressants and max helps him out ⤑ my tumblr posts about it: [anon ideas]

i knew that look, dear, eyes always seeking | 2,3k, finished | mature ⤑ requested by anon ⤑ lewis is jittery during the US GP 2023 press conference, max calms him down⤑ my tumblr posts about it:

lover, lead me astray | 1,7k, finished | explicit ⤑ requested by anon ⤑ lewis sat prettily on his knees in front of max during the US GP 2023 cooldown room. one could only wonder what happened there. ⤑ my tumblr posts about it: [my tags that sparked this], [announcement]

[WIP; series] keep me under the charm |60k, 2/3 done, 0/3 posted | explicit ⤑ co-brainstormed with spooky anon ⤑ max heard the stories of a creature sucking blood and leaving people unconsious. max never thought that a run-in would change his life so much. ⤑ my tumblr posts about it: [spooky anon], [spooky anon ii], [snippet], [title choice], [some worldbuilding], [doc comment], [update], [word count], [more title choice], [lyrics in the fic] --- [#keep me under the charm]

[WIP] only bought this corset so you could take it off | 7k | explicit ⤑ written with @pinkjamblesss ⤑ lewis wonders if he's still got it. so he decides to go around las vegas to prove a point. max loses his mind in the process ⤑ my tumblr posts about it: [lewis in a corset (drawing)] [#only bought this corset so you could take it off]

[WIP] ask for forgiveness, never permission | brainstorms | explicit ⤑ brainstormed with @geminivenus-11 ⤑ bodyguard lewis au ⤑ my tumblr posts about it: [#ask for forgiveness never permission]

[WIP] but i don't have to fucking tell you anything | brainstorms | not rated ⤑ lewis and max decide it's time to publicly announce their relationship. the fia, and its ties to certain countries that aren't too fond of homosexuality, panic about this ⤑ my tumblr posts about this: [none]

[WIP] i shake my milk until it's sweet and has a sugery taste | brainstorms | nor rated ⤑ primary school teacher max has lewis' kid in his class. they get off on the wrong foot, but slowly they learn that they like each other. if only nico wasn't such a constant and annoying presence... ⤑ brainstormed with all of you! i love hearing all your ideas and working together with you all to create this fic. forever feel invited to send me anons with your ideas! ⤑ my tumblr posts about it: [#primary teacher!max]

#zhalia's lil' chit chat #introduction #fic masterlist #new pinned post everybody heyooo!#watch me forget to update this

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To start off, I'm Kore! I also go by KP and Kip if you want.

I use it/they pronouns and I'm non-binary. I'm also Aroace and a black person. I've been drawing for 9 years and I draw whatever intrests me in the moment.

Fandom focuses right now are: Undertale, Lego Monkie Kid, Welcome Home

Personal Focus: OCs, and story telling.

My current age is: 17

My asks are: Open.

My requests are: Close.

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1. Do not be disrespectful in anyway, such as unprompted sexual comments and unwanted compliments. As well as being racist, transphobic, and LGBT-phobic.

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3. I made this blog for me, myself and I. Please do not ask for anything unless I state that I'm okay with it. I'm fine with answering questions that have to do with fandom topics.

4. I have rules when it comes to roleplaying but the first one is that I only roleplay with mutuals.

5. Please keep in mind to block certain tags that make you uncomfortable. I can only do so much with the tagging system and sometimes I forget so giving me a reminder isn't rude.

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Notes:

-I will make suggestive art, but it isn't inherently sexual and even if it was sexual comments will get you blocked.

-I find kink to be the expression of self as An LGBTQ person, my art will have some themes of it but is not sexual

-I don't really care what you think my art means, I know what my art means and because it isn't NSFW(because I would tag it as such and I'm not even of age to post that.), It means that you can just block me if you don't like what I post.

-I'm not a God, I'm a normal human being who has flesh and bone and back pain often. If I make a mistake I'm sorry, if you don't understand my action just ask me. But if I don't really care to explain myself I won't.

-I love dark media! This includes heavy topics such as kidnapping, drugging, unhealthy obsession, substance abuse, loss of free will, manipulation, cannibalism, gore and death. If any of these topics are not for you and you'd prefer to not interact with I would not recommend my blog. Your mental health is something you have to take into consideration.

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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I know you have thots on Billy Loomis and I would like to know what they are (headcanon request; you can go spicy if you like 🔥) 😜

AHHH OMG I LOVE YOU FOR THIS THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH. But like also.. I wanna warn you now, this one got kind of.. well.. dark. Spicy, yes.. But also, dark. So, please feel free to skip out if anything I mention in the warnings is a hard no.

Again, thank you! Thank you from the bottom of my black little heart! I actually had fun playing around with this, despite the fact that it does get a little darker than most of the things I've written. Again.. If after reading the warning section you feel like this isn't for you, please don't feel like you're obligated to read.

This is not meant for minors, so minors, don't you fucking dare. Also if you're not into somnophilia, mentions of blood (period sex / blood kink), corruption kink / deflowering kink, vague hints of obsessive / possessive tendencies, pain kink, body fluids, biting / marking, voyeurism, mentions of possessiveness that might lend to m*rder choking / asphyxiation and spit you are not going to wanna read any further.

Tag List; Uh.. see, what happened was that there's nobody on my tag list for horror movies and stuff, and given the nature of what I laid out here, I uh.. Kinda felt like it was safer not to tag anybody without asking. But.. If you'd like to be on my tag list, please, by all means... Click the link below.

Other Stuff; tag list doc || pinned - my rules / fandoms and some, not all of the characters i write for || requests ; open - headcanons only please and thanks.

I do not consent to my work being reposted/rewritten and posted elsewhere.

✯ Bisexual af. Billy Loomis is bisexual af. I strongly believe that Billy and Stu had a little something going on behind the scenes. Or that if they didn’t, he at very least had entertained the idea and maybe even certain fantasies about his best friend Stu. He’s also still kind of dealing with / struggling with the fact that he is attracted to men and women, so yeah… Just putting that out there. This is something I've come to firmly believe about him. He's bisexual but he isn't quite comfortable knowing so. There are just certain things he does, there's a certain way he and Stu act together in some scenes of the movie that in the back of my mind always kind of made me think... Hmmm. There has to be more between these two idiots.

✯ Corruption / deflowering kink. I say this because the proof is right there in the movie with the way he lords it over Sydney that they either did or nearly hooked up. I feel like if he knew you were offering up your virginity it would absolutely make him go feral. The question is, after reading the rest of this little list… Do you really want him to? Because it’s… a little bit of a wild ride.

✯ Relentless with the teasing. R E L E N T L E S S. Also doesn’t care where you happen to be when it’s started bc he knows it’ll be finished. Whether it’s in a private corner of wherever you happen to be at the moment the mood strikes, the backseat of his car / your car, your room when he sneaks in at night.

✯ Somnophilia. If he knew you were down for letting him ‘use you’ while you’re sleeping and he’s laying there having gotten himself all good and worked up watching you toss and turn or the little sounds you make, oh my god. Ugh.. He’d be all over doing it in a heartbeat.

✯ His jealous streak, oh my god. Listen, this man is absolutely possessive / territorial af. We won’t talk about what he’ll do to the other person he feels is competition -another story for another day bc unaliving / murder and that’s not what you asked for and I’m trying to keep this lighter? Anyway..- Let me just say this. When he gets you somewhere private, he’s going to show you exactly who you belong to. You will be covered in handprints, bites, hickies, you name it. And he’ll keep going until your legs are shaking and you can’t form a coherent thought. The more you beg him to stop and let you recover the more he’ll insist you have ‘one more’ in you and persuade you to keep going for him. The jealous streak takes over and he’s only worried about one thing… How many times you scream for him and not the other person - who he’s either already dealt with privately in a gruesome way or will deal with privately and in a gruesome way - .. So.. Possessive as fuck.

✯ The possessive streak extends to protecting the shit out of you too. If he were to catch someone slipping something into your drink (I knowwww this isn’t dirty and you wanted my thots but I can’t resist, okay? I cannnnt.) he would not wait to address it privately, he’d start a fucking brawl right then and there that would inevitably end with Billy making them drink the spiked substance.

✯ Do.Not.Play. with this man. His anger is scary as hell and knows no bounds. I feel like this needs to be said despite the nature of the ask. Don’t pursue him because you think you want a bad boy because if you fuck around, you will find out. If he catches feelings, he gets way attached. And he’ll stop at nothing to keep you to himself. It’s a bit on the obsessive side and honestly, you should be worried. So please, for the love of God and all that’s holy just don’t play with him if you’re not prepared for the intensity he brings to the table.

✯ Okay, I’m done with the maternal warnings I feel I need to give you precious babes about this man, let’s get back to it… Billy Loomis loves pain. He loves to give/dish it out BUT… he loves to receive it most of all. So if you were to say… Take over… Bite him, slap him in the heat of the moment, pull his hair really hard, scratch hard enough to almost draw blood to the surface of his skin, holy shit. He’ll be putty in your hands.

✯ If he’s caught in the act he’s not stopping because he gets off on being watched. And if he finds out you’re into it too? Oh my goddddd.

✯ He is very charming. Very persuasive. The kind of guy who will smoothly talk you out of your clothes before you even realize that he’s done it. He’ll get you agreeing to God only knows what before you realize it, oh my god.

✯ Despite all of the above he would never ever take advantage of you against your will. He’ll only do exactly what he knows you want / can handle. It’s hard to restrain himself sometimes but he manages. Barely, but I digress. Consent is huge for him, as is trust. (For example, the way he reacted when Sydney rightfully suspected him of the murders, ya know.. He walked away angry and hurt). So.. if you guys do get up to any one of his numerous kinks, he will tell you to come up with a stop word and if you say it, everything comes to a grinding halt.

✯ He teeters on the fine line of being a switch. He’s dominant for the most part but he does possess sub tendencies on occasion. No mistakes made, he’s primarily dominant but, but.. It’s mostly out of habit/expectation and a slight huge discomfort at not being in control / handling the side of himself that wants to take it like a good little boy. SO… if you really want him to be putty in your hands, take control once in a while.

✯ Thinks it’s sexy to spit in his partner’s mouth. Will only do it if you’re into it or it’s something you want.

✯ Has a secret stash of Polaroids in his room of you/his partner of choice in various states of orgasmic bliss, all fucked out and practically drooling and they’re like trophies to him. Nobody is allowed to see/touch them but him and he uses them often to ahem… Take care of things on his own when the need arises.

✯ For all the ladies out there - vagina owners or otherwise.. Period sex. That is all. The guy isn’t afraid of a little blood, I mean… C’mon.

✯ Speaking of blood. He has a bit of a blood kink.

✯ Loves the idea of erotic asphyxiation. Loves the sensation of cumming while something’s on his throat and cutting his breath even shorter.

✯ Speaking of choking… The space between his thumb and index finger should bear the tattoo “Your throat here” because the guy fucking loves to choke in the heat of the moment. But again, only if you’re into it.

✯ Surprisingly, he’s very very good at aftercare. Very gentle, especially if this isn’t just a one time thing between you two. Will hold you, help you get dressed / take shower with you, etc.

✯ Very into the way certain body fluids look splashed across certain parts of your body. Absolutely fucking loves it. Also likes the way you/his partners moan when he pushes his fingers into their mouth after he’s done using them on you/his partners. Probably has a photo or two of this in his little trophy box.

✯ Dirty talk, oh my god. And the man is absolutely the filthiest at it.

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Ch. 8 What's Love Got To Do With It?

Chinese!OC x Kelce

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Zombies were meant for apocalyptic movies and tv shows where one could binge watch for a day and return to their mundane life. But something happened, a lab test went wrong and suddenly the outbreak started. This story takes place exactly three weeks after zombies slowly started to take over the planet.

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Word Count: 7,017

Warnings: Grief

A/N: Hey! Has it really been two years? Anyway, I'm so determined to finish this series (and revamp the character bios + the other chapters) and give it the ending that it deserves because I truly do love writing this. No, this is not the final chapter!! There are about five or six left. As always, tagging those from the previous taglist but if you'd like to be taken out, please let me know!! No hard feelings, I know it has been far too long.

In the six weeks that they’ve been together, Kaili had grown to trust and love the people around her but the very first moment that she was able to tell someone in the group that she had loved them, she had been apologizing for loving him. Now, it was like she had taken ten steps back from the progress she had made with them. If you had asked her yesterday if she loved the people around her, she would’ve said yes. Today? Waking up in the cold, and empty bus, she’d be too afraid to even acknowledge that she cared for them because when she did, bad things happen. Just like Wei and just like Rafe. Maybe she was also too scared to admit that death hurts a lot worse when there’s love involved.

The afternoon sun shone through her window with audacity as if the universe hadn’t taken a friend from her the day before. If she had the energy, she’d curse the planet for making this her timeline, for putting her friends through this when they had deserved so much more. She deserved so much more. Numbingly, she set each foot onto the floor of the bus before she routinely stuck her blades back into the straps on her legs. Only two blades were saved in the wreckage of yesterday and she wasn’t ready to see the damage that their inventory had taken. Especially all the winter clothes that they’ve worked so hard to get. She knew that there was no way that anyone was able to get any of their supplies out after the ambush but she had hoped that some of their weapons or maybe food had been saved.

After she had prepared herself the best that she could to face everyone, she slid the door open and almost fell over Wheezie. The girl had been sitting in front of the door with her legs propped on the wall of the other side, completely blocking the older girl in. Her face was blotchy like she had just found a moment where she stopped crying.

“Hey,” Wheezie rasped, her voice carrying a little surprise.

“Hey yourself,” Kaili said softly, dropping herself down to the younger girl’s level and sitting with her legs crisscrossed beside her, “what’s this?”

“Everyone had left to go explore the mall that Topper parked across from. Well, next to now, he moved the bus while you were sleeping. We kind of lost everything yesterday so they’re trying to scope things out and see if there’s anything left in there that we can take.”

“That’s smart of them.” Kaili offered and then placed a hand on top of Wheezie’s palm that had been clenched on her own lap. “But why are you blocking my doorway?”

“I was afraid that you’d find an empty bus and thought that everyone hated you for what happened and maybe you’d leave us. No one hates you, by the way. We all know what happened, it’s just easier for certain people to place the blame on you than to face the truth that we couldn’t–” the younger girl choked on her words as she practically lunged herself forward and onto Kaili’s lap. “I love him,” Wheezie sobbed, “do you think he knew? I know I was terrible yesterday but I didn’t mean to be.”

Kaili held onto the younger girl tighter as she ran her hand up and down her back. “He knows, of course he knows. He loved you all so much and he knew that you loved him that even at the end, he wasn’t thinking about himself. He was thinking about all of you.”

“It hurts,” she wailed and Kaili couldn’t say anything back through her own tears because, yes, it did hurt. The pain seared through her vessels and it was all that she could feel.

After what felt like hours and seconds all the same, Wheezie finally caught her breath and wiped at her face, “he loved you, too, you know? Even if he never said it to you. He cared.”

Kaili didn’t give the girl a reassuring smile, nor did she even nod her head, even if she knew. All she could see in her mind was her gripping onto Rafe’s warm body and apologizing to him that she loves him so much and how she prayed. A prayer that was ignored and mocked. No, Kaili doesn't think she’d ever pray again.

“There you girls are,” Kiara popped her head through the bus’ door, startling the other two girls. “It’s empty, so far, and Topper is convinced that he can get the stove to work so all the half frozen food can be cooked. There’s also a hunting and camping store in here and a small drug store. It’s not like a pharmacy but as good as any, I guess. Come on, let’s restock.” she motioned for the girls to follow her and they did. Kaili took a quick moment to wipe her eyes once more before following Kiara and, unsurprisingly, Pope, into the mall.

The entrance that they had led her into was part of the camping store which was perfect because she had gone and switched out her blades for sharper and newer ones. She was also able to change out her thigh harness into something more sturdy and made to hold blades so that she wouldn’t be cutting up her leg as she pulled the knives out anymore. They even sold boots that Kaili did not waste any time sticking them into shopping bags along with more knives and bullets and weapons that the others could use, too. Kiara and Pope had gone around with Wheezie also picking up their own items, ranging from clothes, mosquito spray, fire starters, and a tent. By the time that they had gone to the pharmacy and another store that Wheezie begged to go into for new clothes and finally made their way to the food court to meet up with the rest of the group, they had looked like they had gone on a shopping spree– which honestly, they had.

“Holy shit, what did you guys do? Rob the place?” JJ said as he jumped over the counter of the fast food place that Topper had apparently been trying to fry some food at and from the smell of it, he was succeeding.

“Obviously we robbed the place,” Pope said, matter of factly, “it’s not like we had anyone that would take our money even if we had any.”

“You got anything for the rest of us?” JJ asked but without waiting for an answer, he started rummaging through the bags that Kie and Pope had left on the table.

“Yeah, I got some clothes for you and weapons and shoes. I want to make sure that we’re fully stocked and prepared this time.” Kie mentioned and Kaili couldn’t have agreed more. She had picked up some sports explorer hiking bags to make sure that if they ever had to do the trek on foot, they’d be prepared to carry their own weight.

While John B and Sarah came over to the table and Wheezie started showing everything that she had picked up, mostly for herself, for the rest of the group, too, Kaili averted her eyes to the door leading towards the kitchen in the back of the counter. Kelce had been bringing out piles of fries and meat that Kaili wondered if they were even any good anymore or if they had stayed frozen for however long that the electricity had been cut out of the area. Watching Kelce, she couldn’t help but feel a little anger. He had left her to wake up alone and though she understood that maybe he wanted this time to himself to spend with his friend whom he grew up with to mourn their best friend, she needed him, too. It amazed her how adamant he was for her to communicate her feelings with him but now that it was his turn, he hadn’t. He could have easily woken her up and told her that he needed space and time but he pulled a disappearing act and she hated that.

This is why she was so hesitant those couple of weeks to give in to him and now that she had, now that she admitted that she liked him, here he was, carrying trays of food like they weren’t the last two people who got to spend time with Rafe. As if Rafe hadn’t asked Kelce first to do the unthinkable and Kelce was more than ready to die with his friend, making Kaili be the one to pull him out of the situation.

Thinking about it made her not want to even look at him. So, when everyone had set their things on the floor and pushed two tables together to start eating, she sat on the furthest seat away from him and avoided looking over at him the whole time. Not like it mattered because even the times where her eyes automatically found him, he wasn’t looking at her.

“I also got clothes and if I roll them into tiny pieces we can fit–” Wheezie was cut off mid sentence by Sarah slamming her hands down on the table.

“We’re not going anywhere so you don’t even need that.” Sarah declared. Slowly, one by one, they stopped eating and turned to look at the girl.

“What does that mean?” Wheezie inquired, her brows furrowing at her older sister.

“It means that we are staying at this mall until help arrives. That guy at the camp said that the military went to Georgia, that means that they’ll be making their way through all the states and someone will come and save us soon enough,” Sarah said without looking up from her plate.

Kaili understood where the blonde was coming from and though it was not ideal to disagree with her, she couldn’t help it. “We can’t be the only ones left here. What if someone comes here before the military and it is just as tempting for them to stay? Are you going to allow them to share the space with you? If you do, what’s to say that they’re not a big group and they decide that they don’t want to share their food with you? It’s not a safe bet to stay here, Sarah, we need to keep moving.”

“No, actually, we don’t. We have food here that can last us for weeks without us having to keep running into the supermarket that honestly, no one wants to do anyway. We have clothes to change into even if we have no showers. We have actual bathrooms here that may or may not flush, I don’t know. I haven’t tried it. But the most important part? There are metal gates here that we can just pull from the ceiling and no one can get in or out.”

“Yes, and all of that sounds great but what happens when someone else arrives?” Kaili pushed, “we have to keep moving. Rafe said we’re moving west and we’re going west.”

“And then what?” Sarah was yelling now, her eyes glistening with tears, “more of us are going to die because that’s all that there is out there, death! I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep jumping around and taking the risk. Here it is safe, I’m staying.” She looked at her little sister and then to John B, “we’re staying.”

“Staying in here is a risk, too, Sarah. Please, you can’t guarantee that death won’t find you in here and it is a reckless promise if that’s your reason to stay.” Kaili said, her shaking hands betraying her calm voice.

“No, Li. Think about what you’re asking me to do. What else could be wanted but what we have right here? If you’re scared of things and people getting in then we can board up the windows and the doors. Or maybe we don’t and we welcome new people in with open arms but at this point, there is food here. We have weapons in the camping gear store. This is it.”

The tone in Sarah’s voice made it clear that this was her final choice and no one could change her mind. Kaili’s eyes traveled from person to person at the table, waiting to see if anyone would jump in to tell Sarah that she was out of her mind but it seemed like everyone else was processing the idea themselves. Her gaze landed on Kelce who held her panicking eyes for a moment. He watched her from across the table as her breathing picked up before inclining his head towards her, ever so slightly that unless someone else had been watching his movements, they would’ve missed it.

“She’s right,” Kelce spoke up, Sarah’s face beaming before he continued, “Kaili’s right. We need to take what we need and keep moving. We’re sitting ducks right here.”

“Come on, man,” John B interjected, shaking his head and standing up, “the bus will run out of water very soon and what happens when you can’t find gas anymore? What will we do then? Sarah’s tired of running and quite frankly, so am I. I’ve just finished healing from being impaled by a fence and I haven’t practiced fighting the way that all of you had, I’ll be a liability out there if we keep moving. Even if we follow Rafe’s plan and go west, what will we do then? Where do we stop?”

“I vote here,” Sarah touched his hand and stood up with him. She looked over at her sister, who looked over at Kaili. Kaili was pleading with the young girl through her eyes, hoping that she wouldn’t stay with her sister even if that’s her blood. She was hoping that she would have a fighting chance, after all, that’s what Rafe died for. But she wouldn’t dare say it out loud and she wouldn’t voice her want for Wheezie to leave her family either. She knew how important family was during hard times and this was one of the hardest times they would ever experience.

“Kie, Pope, JJ?” John B looked to his friends and Kaili had held her breath. “Come on.”

“John B,” Kiara looked at him with sad eyes before shaking her head, “I can’t. I can’t stay here, I’m sorry.” and so the pack was divided because wherever Kiara went, so did Pope, and wherever Pope went, so did JJ.

Goodbyes were hard and they never got easier but at least knowing that people were leaving willingly and doing what they thought was best for them was something that Kaili could accept. As the group gathered around by the door of a department store, still standing next to the food court because they didn’t want to have the goodbye outside, Sarah had come up to Kaili first.

“I’m sorry for how I acted yesterday,” Sarah began but Kaili wouldn’t even let her finish. She had wrapped her arms around the girl.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save him,” Kaili whispered into the blonde hair as Sarah hugged her back, tears wet her shoulder before going off to hug Kiara next.

“I’m not sure I ever personally thanked you for saving my life,” John B had been next to walk up to Kaili and she had to smile at that.

“It’s no big deal,” Kaili shrugged with a small smile, “make sure not to get into any more life threatening situations though, will you? You got people to look after.” she motioned to Wheezie who was being squeezed to death by JJ.

“Will do. But seriously, I don’t take that shit for granted, thank you.” John B squeezed her shoulder once before being engulfed by his friends.

Lastly, Kaili came over to Wheezie and the girl barely even looked at her before she barrelled into the older girl, hugging her so tight that Kaili was sure that she was going to break her ribs and though goodbyes were hard, this was the one that brought tears to her eyes. She had so much to say, so many more things to tell Wheezie and she couldn’t find all the words. So, she just hugged the girl back just as tight.

“I love you so much, Wheezie.”

“I love you, Li. I’ll never forget you.”

The remainders had loaded the bus with necessities, including sleeping bags and tents for when they’d had to ditch the bus because they knew that what John B said was right. They hadn’t spoken much between themselves, all knowing that the bus will run its course one day and they’d have to face the facts that it might very well be before they reach their destination. It also worried them that the air was getting colder as they were reaching winter.

“What if John B was right?” Pope suddenly spoke up, two nights into their trip. “Where are we even going? We have a map and a bus that can barely fit in the middle of the roads as they get smaller. We’re so ahead of ourselves, what if we should have stayed and we’re just driving until we can’t and then we die?”

“We’re not going to die,” Kiara said, annoyance laced her voice but Kaili had grown to know the girl enough to know that that annoyance wasn’t genuine.

“How do you know? Rafe did!” Pope exclaimed, earning a wince from Kaili who sat on the passenger seat with a map in her hands.

“Thanks for the reminder, as if we aren’t reminded every second of the day. As if this group isn’t getting noticeably smaller and smaller.” Topper’s voice was small as he yelled that response from the main bedroom. It barely traveled to the front of the bus.

“Listen, we’ll just keep heading west. There we can maybe break into some houses in LA and the coast and you know, rich people have fancy houseboats and panic rooms. They probably stocked up on a couple of things before this epidemic…here’s to hoping some of them didn’t make it,” JJ intervened in the conversation.

“Classy, JJ. Hoping that people have died.” Pope scoffed at his friend. “Then what are we going to do? Take the boat to another country? What if there are zombies there, too?”

“I don’t know, okay! I’m just trying my best. Everyone is stressed out and it’s stressing me the fuck out.” JJ ran his fingers through his hair that had now grown past his shoulders. Kaili had her body turned towards the conversation once Topper had gotten involved and she watched as the blonde looked at each of his friends as they avoided his gaze. They’ve been avoiding each other since they’d left John B at that mall. JJ released a long exhale before he shook his head and walked back to climb into his bunk, dramatically drawing the curtain closed.

“We can’t afford this,” Kelce said, almost to himself, as he drove. Impressing Kaili by memorizing street names and highway signs that she had mentioned to him about an hour ago when he and Topper exchanged positions.

“They’re children.” Kaili reminded him, “Children who’ve been traumatized over and over again and put through high stress situations. They’re allowed to be scared and disagree and question things.”

“Now’s not the time for questioning and second guessing if the decision they made is a good one. We cannot afford hesitation.” Kelce whispered, not taking his eyes off the road as the girl beside him stared at his profile.

She understood what he meant, of course she did, she just couldn’t believe that he didn’t understand where the younger kids were coming from. Everyone had been separated from their families and now this family that they’ve built with each other was slowly falling apart through death or decisions. Of course, there will be second guessing where they’re going.

“What we can afford is understanding,” Kaili said, anger bubbling inside of her. “Uncertainty is something that we can all relate to.”

“You weren’t uncertain when you shot Rafe,” Kelce spat the words out but immediately recoiled.

Kaili slowly raised her eyebrows at the man beside her, folding up her map. “Were you not uncertain when he asked you to kill him first? And was I not understanding enough to listen to you talk about dying with him before you came to your senses?” Her words were clipped as she unbuckled herself and removed herself from the passenger seat.

“Fuck, hold on. Wait, I didn’t mean it.” Kelce kept looking back and forth between her and the road, “I’m sorry, I didn’t,” he tried but she tuned him out as she walked to the center of the bus, handing the map to Kiera. “Make sure he stays on the i40, will you?”

“Kaili!” Kelce tried again from the driver’s seat but she didn’t look back as she climbed into her own bunk, wishing for sleep to wash over her so she could get away from her reality.

Kaili woke up with the image of her covered in blood after killing all of her friends still in her mind. She decided that she hated sleeping even more than she hated her reality. Pushing the curtain to the side, she was desperate for air, desperate for any sort of comfort that this wasn’t how her life was going to end. Alone because her friends had turned into flesh eating monsters. Stepping out of her bunk, she noticed that the door was open. Kelce must have parked the bus somewhere for the night so that he could get some rest and they must have decided to cook something. She was a little disappointed that no one had woken her up but sleep was hard to come by and they must’ve realized that.

Taking a few steps to the open door, she saw the flicker of the fire that someone had going. There had to be someone out there because there was no way that someone had started a fire and left the door to the bus open, leaving them all vulnerable. As she took a step down from the bus, she saw a young boy’s silhouette, his hair messy and sticking out on all sides.

“Hey, Jay,” she tried not to startle the boy as she spoke softly. He held a stick with a knife taped around the end of it, making the weapon a spear, across his lap as he stared into the fire.

“Hey, Li,” he replied. It took him a couple of breaths before he tore his eyes away from the fire to look at her. The sadness in his eyes made her want to rush over to him and hug him but she didn’t. She slowly walked over to him and sat on the ground next to JJ.

“What’s up?” Kaili asked, a small smile laced her lips. It felt weird asking such a normal question.

“You know, the usual. Surviving a zombie apocalypse, you?” JJ was quick with his comeback, he always was.

She couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, “yeah? Same but I feel like saying this is ‘surviving’ is a stretch.”

JJ sighed, “to be honest, me, too. I feel like we’re all starting to hate each other and I don’t think I can do it if we do end up hating each other. I mean, I’m pretty sure John B hates me for leaving him.”

Kaili watched JJ as his shoulders slumped forward, his body almost curling into itself. “He doesn’t hate you. John B made a choice and you made yours.”

“Yeah, but now he’s stuck there with Sarah and Wheezie and we both know Wheezie can’t fight for shit. If he needs help, he practically has no one.” JJ said concern in his voice and though Kaili wanted to defend Wheezie, she knew that he was right. Her heart did clench when he spoke about the girl though, she missed her a lot.

“Hey, Sarah can hold her own. I’ve seen her fight. And remember, he had a choice to come with you, too. He could’ve changed his mind at any moment but he didn’t because he knew that you two had different paths. There’s no way he’s upset with you.”

“I guess. I just feel like I’m the only one in this group that feels bad about leaving the other, you know? Maybe John B understands and doesn’t feel bad because he chose to stay because Sarah chose to stay and he’s with her and Pope chose to leave because Kie chose to leave and he’s with her and where does that leave me? Outside, thinking about how it seems so easy for everyone to leave me and so hard for me to leave everyone.”

Kaili let his words sink in and she does see it through his eyes, maybe he was even right. His friends weren't really thinking about him when they chose if they wanted to stay or go because it was their partners who decided. She didn’t know what to say and how to comfort him so she stayed silent, reaching her hand out to touch his arm.

JJ looked at her hand on his arm before reaching his hand over and covering hers with his, “maybe I also followed Pope because I think he needs me more than John B does even if I wanted to stay with John B. I don’t know. My head is jumbled and I don’t know what I’m saying. It’s late and the bus broke down and everything sucks.”

“I understand,” Kaili started, leaning her head onto his shoulder before jolting back up in a sitting position, “excuse me, the bus did what?”

“Oh yeah,” JJ motioned back to the supposed hunk of junk behind them, “it started making this noise on the interstate like an hour ago and Kelce was able to drive it to an exit and into this weird woods area. It’s not completely broken down as in like it turned off on us but I think the old girl has run her course.”

Kaili knew that it was coming so she didn’t know why she was so upset that it happened so soon. Only two days after John B had called it, maybe he cursed it. She felt herself not able to breathe thinking about how they had to take the route by foot and if they’d make it. Maybe they’ll be able to fix the bus or even take another car. She doesn’t know how to hijack a car but maybe she could try. Was it Topper, they said that stole the bus? She couldn’t remember, it was so long ago. When she came to, she felt pressure on both sides of her face, her vision clearing as JJ’s face came into view.

“Breathe,” he said slowly, mimicking labor breathing exercises. “There, you go. Keep breathing.”

She blinked away her panic and tried to shake his hands off the side of her face but JJ didn’t allow her.

“You’re with three pogues, here. We grew up fixing cars, stealing them, and camping. You’re going to be okay.” and though those words should’ve made her feel worse, it did calm her down. She was supposed to be surrounded by people who knew their way around machinery and the outdoors, she was supposed to be fine.

Morning arrived and they were most definitely not fine. Turns out that when she had gone back to try and sleep, the commotion she heard outside in the morning was the boys fighting over the look of the engine as they took it apart to see what was wrong and in the midst of doing that, they lost a piece. Which then, in turn, made them actually fight each other.

Kaili ran out to the sound of Kiara shouting. She had thought that they were being overrun by zombies but no, all she saw was Kelce and JJ throwing punches and Topper having Pope up against the bus as he pulled his arm back to throw another punch. Kiera hopped up on Topper’s back, wrapping her arms around his neck so that it would restrict his airflow and that he had to concentrate on getting her off instead of punching Pope. Kaili ran over to Kelce and JJ, jumping directly between the boys, making her flush her chest against Kelce and her back against JJ.

“Stop it!” The girl hissed, staring Kelce right in his face. “You want to talk about things we cannot afford? A fight this loud in the woods when a zombie can pop up at any moment and end this fight for you is one of those things.”

“This idiot here lost the piece on purpose!” Kelce growled but lowered his voice.

“That makes no sense, why would I even do that?” JJ on the other hand, did not. He tried to nudge Kaili to the side to attempt to take another hit at Kelce but Kaili gripped onto the front of Kelce to prevent her from moving.

“Stop!” Her whisper yelling surprisingly caught the attention of the other fight happening next to them. Kiara finally got off of Topper whose face was bleeding and neck had scratches on it. “Are you guys crazy? Why would anyone lose a vital piece on purpose when this bus is our only source of transportation? Come on, think about it.”

“Oh, I’ve had a lot of time to think about it,” Kelce chuckled darkly, taking a step forward, pushing Kaili further into JJ’s chest, “I’ve thought about it all last night. Wondering why on earth would he misplace anything this morning when he can have more nights outside of the bus with you all over him. Trust me, I’ve thought about it.”

“Seems like you’ve been fantasizing to me, buddy,” JJ said behind a dumbfounded Kaili.

She had deduced that Kelce probably saw her and JJ last night by the fire but she hadn’t done anything with JJ. There wasn’t even a tiny speck of a romantic spark between the two.

“Me…all over JJ?” Kaili had to wrap her head around what he was saying.

“I know what I saw.”

“I don't think you do because what you saw was two friends having a conversation,” Kaili insisted.

Kelce didn’t say anything as he took a step back and crossed his arms in front of his chest, staring down at Kaili.

“Let’s get back on the bus before whatever you guys had attracted with all the screaming finally comes our way,” Kaili huffed, pushing past Kelce.

When Kaili had climbed onto the bus, followed by the rest of her friends, she made her way to the back bedroom. She needed space right now to think about what they were going to do next. Of course, space was not something she was granted when Kelce slowly came into the bedroom and shut the door behind him.

“So, you’re fucking JJ now?” Kelce asked her as if he had wanted to know her favorite color. His eyes studied her movements and she hated when he did that.

“No, I’m not. You’d know that if you had just asked.”

“Didn’t look like I needed to ask when he was holding your face like you two had just kissed.” Kelce spat the words like they were foul in his mouth.

“I’m not going to apologize for how it /looked/ like, Kelce. How you interpret my friendship with other people is not my responsibility.”

“Of course it isn’t. I guess I’m just making shit up in my mind then, huh?” He pressed but his tone came out a bit different. It sounded a little less angry and a little more something that Kaili couldn’t place.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve asked you once before, I’m going to ask you again. Do you like him?”

Annoyed, Kaili glared at Kelce before parroting his words, “I’ve told you once before and I’ll tell you again, I like everyone here.”

“No, you don’t get to do that. You were really close to him at the house and now you were really up close and personal with him last night.”

“Guess who else I was really up close and personal with at the house, Kelce? You! You seem to forget, I’ve fucked you.” Kaili reminded him and for some reason, he had winced at her tone.

“Don’t play dumb, Kaili. Stupid doesn’t look good on you.”

“What do you mean? Come on, use your words, Kelce, since you’re so good at it.” Kaili pressed but her hands were shaking. She had clasped them behind her back to hide it from the man in front of her. “Do I want to date him? The answer is no.” She spoke before he could answer her question. She didn’t think that Kelce needed reassurance that she still liked him or wanted to be with him. Things were so hot and heavy back at that house but after Rafe, they had been a bit distant with each other and she knew why. He was grieving and so was she, they needed space. Maybe they still do but he had no right to talk to her the way he did just because he thought that she had moved on with someone else.

“You love me?” Kelce asked, his eyes piercing hers.

“Are you listening to yourself? How are you going to ask if I fucked JJ and then ask if I love you in the same conversation. You move through thoughts so fluid while I’m getting whiplash in this river rapids ride. You make everything so black and white, things are not that simple.” Kaili had replied, sitting down on the bed with a sigh. She put her face in her hands.

“We’re in the middle of an apocalypse, Kaili, love might just be the simplest thing right now,” Kelce let out a humorless laugh before leaning on the wall across from her. He had crossed his arms in front of his chest, the muscles that he had, protruding through his shirt sleeve.

“What does love have to do with this?” She questioned, exasperated, running her hands down her face and then looking at him in his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean us. You wouldn’t touch me until I admitted that I like you and now you won’t trust me until I say I love you?”

“I never said I don’t trust you and I know we’re not exclusive so I don’t feel like I’ve been cheated if you had slept with someone else. It just seems like every time I turn around, you’re getting closer to JJ. It would be different if you were like that with everyone and every guy but you’re not. Don’t lie to me, Kaili, you’re not like that with everyone.”

“Oh my God, Kelce.” Kaili’s shoulders dropped as she shook her head, “he’s my friend. I’m closer to him than I am to anyone else because he and I have no one else. No, let me finish,” she cut him off as he opened his mouth to say something, “you had Rafe and Topper. John B had Sarah, Kiera had Pope. That left Wheezie, JJ, and I on the outs. Yes, we have a connection and we like each other, you and I. There’s an obvious attraction between us and we talk but I did get close with Wheezie and JJ, too. So, now with everyone that’s gone, you still have Topper and Pope still has Kiera. JJ’s all by himself and yeah, that’s my friend, so I’m going to talk to him and I’m going to be close to him. I’m not going to apologize for finding a platonic connection with someone.”

Kelce stared at Kaili for what seems like eternity before he pushed himself off the wall and move to kneel in between her legs. He had slowly brought his hand up to her face and she leaned her cheek into his palm, “I’m sorry. It’s been a stressful week to say the least. I just– if you had seen me do this with a girl out there. Would you feel something?”

“Would I feel jealous? Yes, knowing full well we’re not exclusive, I’d actually be pretty pissed off if I found out you were with another girl. Though I’d also take into account that you’re mourning, we’re all grieving and some people need to be comforted. Bottom line, I’d ask you first before causing a scene.”

His thumb stroked her cheek bone as he wrapped his other arm around her waist to pull her flush against him, “You told me that I'd be using you as a distraction and that caring was a distraction. After everything that happened with Rafe and then losing his sisters right after, I feel so much for you that no matter how you feel for me, if everyone’s life was on the line right now, I’d choose you. I know that I’ve been distant and I’ve been processing and I’ve been mean but that’s how much I feel for you and maybe I don’t know exactly what love is because my whole life my parents threw money at me and even in a fucking apocalypse, my little sister chose her friends over me, but when I look at you I know that I want to protect you. I want to be with you and call you mine and okay, I lied, I’d go insane if you told me that you slept with JJ. Even though now I know better and I promise to never accuse you two of being anything other than friends again…even if I don’t like how he was touching you last night. It wasn’t him that I was angry at. I’ve been so in my head that I’ve gone the extra step without letting you know.”

And Kaili would be damned if she didn’t admit that she did love Kelce at this moment. She loved them all, sure, but when it comes to who she’d save if it was up to her, yeah, she’d choose him, too. She’d choose him every time.

“You’re dumb,” Kaili said with a smile, tears stinging her eyes.

“I’m dumb?”

“Yes, you make me angry and then you make me absolutely melt for you.”

Kelce did chuckle at that and the smile lingered on his lips as she pulled on the collar of his shirt to press her lips against his.

“I do promise you though, the minute you accuse me of being with someone else without asking me in private first, we’re done.”

“Understood. You’re mine, no one else’s.”

“Hold on, I never agre–” but Kaili was interrupted by a kiss so deep she didn’t remember what she was going to say. She didn't mind Kelce laying claim, though she thought that they had already been a thing since they had slept together back at the house. Since Kelce didn’t want to touch her unless she had agreed to seeing something more with him than just a lay. She knew that they’d always be more than just a lay though but that’s what scared her the first time. She knew that the minute she admitted that she was in love with Kelce Smith, she’d be done for.

Kaili adjusted her backpack, the straps digging into her shoulders. She angrily watched her step as she kept her brows furrowed at the ground. She hated camping and worst of all, she hated being scared. Now, walking through the woods in the middle of an apocalypse was a promise of both.

“Guys, you’re gonna wanna see this!” she heard Topper call from ahead of her. She looked behind her to Kelce, who insisted that she had to be ahead of her so that he can see if anything’s coming to attack her but also insisted on complaining about how slow she was walking. He had motioned her to keep following Topper’s voice, even coming up behind her to press his hands against her back pack and gave her a little push so that she could move a bit faster which pissed her off. When they finally caught up with Topper and JJ, the group stood there in awe. There was a big wooden gate in front of them and a wooden fence that rounded off to the side.

“What do you think is in there?” Kiara asked softly.

“How many of you are there?” A voice boomed from up top of the gate. Kaili whipped her head around to make sure that the voice wasn’t attracting more than just their attention.

“Six!” Topper responded almost immediately, receiving a smack in the head by JJ.

“You have no idea what their business is, why would you say that?” JJ questioned the older boy, wary of the sudden company.

“Are any of you injured or bitten?” The voice bellowed again.

This time it was Kelce who had responded, denying that any of them were hurt. JJ looked like he was about to lose his mind if one more person interacted with this being but before he could say another word, the gates slowly began opening. There, behind the doors, appeared a woman who was beckoning the group to come into what she called, the community. Topper was the first to lead followed by Pope and Kiera, who dragged JJ in with them. Kaili wasn’t far behind with Kelce at her back. Kaili couldn’t believe her eyes once they were finally inside. The gates had closed behind them but Kaili barely even noticed. Surrounding them were small cars and medium-sized RVs, people laying on blankets on the ground, others gardening, and there were children running around chasing each other. Laughter and conversation filled the air as people around them greeted them and talked amongst themselves. It was a community and they were surrounded by the true definition of life for the first time in a while.

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allamericansbitch · 1 year

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hi sarah!! please can you help me?? 🙏 I know it's a delicate question so if you'd rather not answer just ignore this. I thought I should try as people tag you in a lot of things so you may have dealt with it before (or I'm wrong) but anyway: let's say hypothetically. someone tags you on their edit but it comes from a blog you don't sympathise with or the edit involves something you don't personally agree with. like an invasion of privacy, shipping real people, etc. it's not that it's a bad edit or anything, it just rises an eyebrow because you don't share that pov so you don't want it in your blog. makes sense? what would you do then... reblog it anyway? only like it or saying something in the notes? would you contact the person privately and let them know why you haven't reblogged it? or simply pretend you didn't see it and move on?... the thing is my tag isn't as filled as yours and I'm reblogging the rest of edits so I can't do that without it being obvious. whatever I end up doing I'm gonna feel bad ig 😓 also sorry for being on anon, I don't want that blog or anyone to feel it's about them. but thank you so much even if you just read this! 💕

oh i definitely understand and have dealt with this for sure! if i get tagged in something i don't personally align with i just don't reblog it. at then end of the day one reblog won't stand out to them as much as you think it will. you know that saying 'people arent paying as much attention to you as you think they are'? it's kinda like that. it probably won't stand out to them as much as your anxiety is saying it will.

it's important to remember that at the end of the day it's your blog. i completely understand the struggle of wanting to support editors and wanting to reblog as many things as possible, but also not wanting certain things on your blog and not supporting some ideas. your blog is essectially a display of things you like and want to be vocal about, so why would you have somehting that is the opposite of that on your blog?

if you reblog this one thing, other people might see you supporting it and tag you in other related things as well, it might cause an avalanche affect too. i even don't reblog edits of shows i don't watch or celebrities i don't know, because why would i want something on my blog i don't know?

this is just a good exercise of trying to just subtly stand your ground and not compromise your morals in order to make others happy. they tagged you in something, which is amazing and sweet, but it is not a command at which you have to follow. they had the choice of tagging you, but you have the choice to not reblog it. kinda reminds of of someone asking you out and you know you don't like them, but you feel an urge to make them happy because society tells you to be flattered but it would just be a waste of time for the both you if you accepted something you know you dont want.... that kind of thing...

#this was a long answer but there you go #answered #anonymous

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chocolate-eclaire · 2 years

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Hello!!

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Don’t Leave Me Now

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This work contains fictionalized versions of real events and people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.

tags for this chapter: p.o.v changes, masturbation, sexually explicit language

~m.r~

We had another performance tonight. It was at the Durham University Dunelm House. Billy actually decided to come tonight. I was happy that he would be coming to see me sing for once. Ronnie was also coming to take pictures, she was our photographer after all, and Clea was also coming. As for Sandy, she had found a modeling gig and was otherwise busy for the night.

I came out of the bedroom wearing my outfit for tonight. It was a yellow dress with a pair of white boots. The dress was a bit on the shorter side but I didn't care. I let my hair fall in it's natural form. "You guys ready to go?" I asked my entourage. "I don't want to be late"

Clea whistled when she saw my dress. "Look at you, girl. Who are you trying to impress tonight?" She smirked and raised her eyebrows. "A certain bassist perhaps?" She said it like my own husband wasn't even in the room.

Billy cleared his throat. "I'm right here, you know, Clea"

She rolled her eyes. "You know I don't care..."

"Clea!" I gave her a stern look. "Please behave tonight" All she did was shrug, which was her way of saying no promises. "At least don't bicker in front of everyone"

"Not that you don't look lovely, because you do, you always do" Billy said to me. "But don't you think that dress is a little too short"

I looked down at my dress. I saw absolutely nothing wrong with it. I've worn dresses this short before and he never seemed to have a problem with it. "You've seen me wear dresses like this before" I frowned.

"Yeah, but aren't you worried people will stare?"

"Honey, I'm going to be singing tonight, of course people are going to stare"

Clea groaned and decided to butt in. "When this idiot says people, what he really means is Roger"

Billy gave her a glare. "Clea, you really need to learn to shut the fuck up sometimes"

I could tell they were about to start arguing with each other so I had to step in. "Billy, you really don't have anything to worry about. Clea, can you stop putting ideas in his head?"

Honestly, I would prefer if they just didn't talk at all. Clea, so very immaturely, stuck her tongue out at Billy. In return, Billy flashed her the finger. "Okay, let's go!" I began clapping my hands as I urged everyone out. "Move, move, move!"

Clea practically shoved Billy out of the way so that she could leave first. He cursed at her under his breath. As Ronnie and I were about to head out the door, I stopped her so I could ask a favour. "I'm begging you, please keep Billy and Clea as far away from each other as possible"

"Why did you even invite one if you knew the other was coming anyways?" Ronnie asked me.

"Because I'm never going to choose one over the other" I explained. I really couldn't even if I tried. Clea's been my best friend since we've been little kids, and Billy is the love of my life. "Just promise me you'll keep an eye on them"

"I promise, pup" She said. She pat me on the back and we were headed out the door.

...

Billy drove us all the way there. He and Clea managed to not bicker the whole way. I just knew, however, that wasn't going to last the whole night. I could see the determination in Clea's eyes that she wanted to start shit with Billy.

We went inside the house. I found and told the crew tonight who I was and they led me to a room. Turns out that I got my own dressing room. There was a couch inside so everyone took a seat. Billy and Clea made sure to sit on opposite ends, and Ronnie was stuck in the middle.

Soon after, there was a knocking on the door. Surprise, surprise, it was Roger. I grinned at him. "How many times is there going to be a knock on my door and it's you on the other side?" I asked him.

Roger laughed. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay. Thought you'd want your own dressing room, for privacy, y'know"

"That was sweet of you" I said. "Do you and the boys all share one?"

He nodded. "I mean, you can share with us if you want to"

I snorted. "I like the privacy, thank you. You just want an excuse to see my tits" I heard Billy clear his throat. My eyes widened. Shit, had I said that out loud?

Roger smirked and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "I bet you have a nice pair, sunshine"

"Roger!" I lightly hit him on the arm. "Behave yourself, my husband is here"

"Right" Roger's smirk turned into a tight frown. He looked at Billy. "Pleasure seeing you again, Billy"

"Feelings mutual" Billy said, his tone neutral.

Roger went back to looking at me. "Can I see you privately in the hall?" He asked. I nodded and let him pull me into the hallway, aware the Billy's eyes were on us.

"What's wrong, Roger?" I asked, wondering why we needed to speak privately. Or maybe he didn't want to speak at all. He just wanted an excuse to be alone with me before the show.

"You look so pretty, tonight" Roger said. Yep, he just wanted to be alone with me. He put his hands on my waist.

"Roger" My tone warned him. He shouldn't be doing this. Not when Billy could walk out of the room at any second. "Billy, is—"

"I don't give a fuck about him" He spat. He leaned in and I could feel the tip of his nose brush against my neck. His hot breath tickled my skin. "You drive me so fucking crazy"

"I thought we agreed to just be friends" I reminded him.

"Of course we're friends, darling" Roger said. "But friends can still fuck each other"

I felt my face heat up when he said that. Believe me, if I wasn't married and he didn't have a girlfriend, I would not hesitate to fuck Roger. "But we can't. I've got Billy, you have Judy"

"I've thought about you while fucking her" My mouth fell open and my eyes blinked while I tried to process what Roger just said. If I said that didn't make my pussy throb, then I would be lying.

"You what?" I asked, even thought I heard him loud and clear. He didn't say anything. I could feel him smirk against me, and then he started pressing kisses to my neck. My eyes closed and I let out a quiet moan. I should be pushing him away from me, but I wasn't.

I could hear the door about to open so I quickly pushed Roger off of me. He looked hurt when I did that, and it made me feel so guilty. But why? That's not where my guilt should be! "Maggie, is everything okay out here?" Billy asked me.

I smiled at him, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear. "Yes, honey. Everything is fine!"

Billy looked at Roger, eyeing him suspiciously. Roger faked him a smile. "Yeah, we're fine. Just wanted to go over the set list with Maggie"

"Oh" I could hear it in Billy's tone that he didn't quite believe that. My stomach churned in guilt. Billy's arm found my waist. He pulled me against him and pressed a kiss to my temple. "Y'know, tonight is actually my first time seeing Maggie perform"

"I think you'll be very impressed with her" Roger said fondly. "She's quite the entertainer"

"I think you'll be impressed by the whole band, really" I said.

"Speaking of the whole band, the girls are here and they want to see you before we go on" Roger told me.

"Alright, I'll be right there" I said. Roger gave me another grin before returning the boys' dressing room. I turned to Billy. "You wanna meet the other member of the wives club?" I teased him.

Billy chuckled. "I'm a wife now, am I?"

"Well, technically Nick is the only one who's married. Richard and Roger have girlfriends, and I've never seen Syd with a girl" I explained.

"In that case, I would very much like to meet my fellow club members" Billy said.

"Wonderful!" I beamed. I peeked my head into my dressing room. "Ronnie! Clea! Let's go!"

Ronnie made sure to grab her camera. "Where are we going?" She asked as her and Clea joined us in the hallway. "You going on already?"

"No, the girls just want to see me" I said. The four of us made our way to the other dressing room where my band mates and their girlfriends were waiting.

...

I could hear the chatter as soon as we reached the room. I knocked on the door, and I heard a voice yell. "Come in!" I opened the door and walked inside.

"Maggie!" Lindy was the first to greet me. She walked over and hugged me. "So good to see you again, hun"

"You too, Lin" I said.

Juliette walked over as well. "How's everything been?" She asked me.

"Things have been very good" I answered. "You two remember Clea, right?"

"How could we forget?" Juliette said.

"And this is my sister, Ronnie" I pointed to her.

"A photographer!" Lindy noticed the camera. "Here to take pictures of the show then?"

"I am, considering I've been assigned as Pink Floyd's official photographer" Ronnie said. She smiled at me and pat my head. "Also here to support my dear baby sister"

"Are all the Fox girls so pretty?" Juliette said.

"If you think we're pretty, you should see our brother Lee" Ronnie mentioned. "Talk about high maintenance. More so than his wife"

Lindy and Juliette both laughed at that. "Your sister is fun, Mags" Lindy said. Finally, her eyes landed on the man beside me. "Billy, right? Maggie's husband?"

"That would be me" Billy smiled, looking at me as if he was surprised I mentioned him at all.

"You didn't tell us how handsome he was!" Juliette gushed. She grabbed his face and smooshed his cheeks. "Just look at these cheekbones!"

Lindy giggled. "And I've never seen such curly hair before!" She added, running her fingers through my husband's hair. Billy blushed from all the attention. I found the sight amusing, and apparently so did Nick and Richard because they were laughing.

Roger came up beside me to speak in my ear. "I think Lin and Julie might have just stole your husband"

I giggled. "Don't worry, I trust them"

"What's going on in here?" I heard Judy's voice. She had come into the room. My stomach flipped with guilt. I can't believe Roger had the audacity to tell me he thought about me while having sex with her, when he brought her with him.

"Oh, just Lindy and Juliette fawning over my husband" I explained.

Judy's eyes sparked with interest. "You brought your husband?"

Billy, now free from Lindy and Juliette's grasp, looked towards Judy and waved at her. "Hi, I'm Billy"

When Billy spoke to her, Judy almost looked too stunned to speak. "I'm Judy. Roger's girlfriend" The two of them shook hands. I couldn't help but notice how she was staring at him. "Maggie has mentioned you quite a few times"

"And Roger has mentioned you a few times" Billy said. "Never said how pretty you were, though"

I knew Billy was just being friendly when he said that. But seeing the way Judy blushed after he said that, it didn't sit right with me. "I thought Judy didn't like coming to the shows?" I asked Roger.

"She wanted to come to this one" He explained to me. "Was curious to see you perform" I would've felt flattered, but considering Judy's feelings about me, it was probably just her want to see her competition. Which I wasn't and I just wanted her to realize that.

There was another knock on the door. Andrew popped in. "Everything is all set up. It's time for you guys to go on" After he informed us of that, he left.

"Let's get out there then, yeah?" Roger said. He took my hand and pulled me out of the room. I took a glance behind me and saw that Judy and Billy were walking together. "Everything okay, darling?" I heard Roger ask me.

"Yeah" I nodded, looking forward again. "I'm okay"

~b.r~

It surprised me about how many people were here for them. Pink Floyd already had quite a following, it would seem. There had been a little makeshift stage set up with all the equipment for them. There was a spot open for all of us in front so that's where we went to go stand.

"How is she?" I asked Lindy who was standing to my left. "You've seen her perform before, right?"

Lindy nodded. "She's got an incredible voice! And the way she sways with the music is hypnotizing" I knew what Lindy was talking about. Maggie wasn't much of a dancer, but she always found a way to let the music move her. "You're gonna be so proud of her, hun!"

"I mean, I already am" I stated. And it was true, whether my wife was in law school or the lead singer of a band, I don't think there was anything she could do to disappoint me.

The lights in the room dimmed and the crowd began to quiet down. I took that as a sign that the show was about to begin. Maggie took a step up to the microphone. She searched the crowd and her eyes caught mine. She flashed me a smile.

"What a lovely audience we have tonight" She spoke to the crowd. There was no cheering, no applauding, just a respectful silence. "We're Pink Floyd and we're here to perform for you tonight. On the drums we have Nick Mason, on keyboard we've got Richard Wright, lead guitar is Syd Barrett, Roger Waters on the bass, and then finally, I'm Maggie Fox"

Wait, she was using her maiden name? She never told me she was using her maiden name. I admit, that disappointed me a little. Was there something wrong with my name? Was she ashamed to use it?

They jumped right into the first song. I forgot about the whole name thing in that moment when I saw Maggie begin to move. Then her voice belted out and it was like falling in love with her all over again.

As my attention was on Maggie, I had barely noticed that Roger had kept staring at her. Well, I had noticed. But I tried not to let it bother me. "I can see why Roger wanted her to join now" I heard a voice from beside me. It was Judy. "She's really got a voice"

I smiled proudly. "Yeah, she does"

"You really love her, don't you?"

"She's the love of my life" My voice almost broke when I said that. I don't think anything or anyone could tear me and Maggie apart. Not even my parents, and believe me, they tried. I never understood what their problem with her was. They always thought she wasn't good enough for me. And Clea, I know she tries encouraging Maggie to cheat on me.

I noticed Judy staring at me. "What?"

She smiled. "It's just the way you say that about her, it's really sweet"

"Well, I'm sure Roger loves you the same"

Judy sighed. "He does, but I wish he would show it more often. He hasn't even asked me to marry him yet"

"He'll come around" I assured her, putting my hand on her arm. "You're a lovely woman. He'd be an idiot not to"

Judy gave me a smile, which I returned before my attention turned back to the show. The band as a whole was great. I had a feeling that they were going to make it big. And I was happy that Maggie was going to be apart of that.

~m.r~

Our show had finished and we had garnered an applause. We all took a bow before heading back to the dressing room. When we got in there, I was pulled into a group hug where I was squished in the middle of four boys.

"Guys!" I gasped for my breath, while also trying not to giggle. "Can't breath!"

"Sorry, Maggie" Rick apologized as they all let me go. "You were just bloody amazing"

I blushed. "Come on, you guys were great too"

"Yes, but all eyes were on you"

"Including Roger's" Syd pointed out. I looked at Roger, who was now sitting on the couch and lighting a cigarette. He didn't seem to hear what Syd had said.

"I say that we go out for drinks tonight" Nick suggested as he draped his arm over my shoulder. "And we toast to Maggie, the pretty one!"

I raised an eyebrow. "The pretty one? Really, Nick?"

"Well, clearly you're prettier than the rest of us"

I bit my lip as I smiled. I looked to Roger. "I think Rog has me beat on that one" I know he heard that because he smirked at me. Syd, Nick, and Richard began talking amongst themselves, while I went over to Roger. He stared up at me as I stood in front of him.

"Can I bum one off of you?" I asked, referring to the cigarettes.

"Of course, darling" He took one out for me. I leaned over and let him place the cigarette in my mouth. He then lit it for me as well. I stared him in the eyes as I took a puff from my cig and blew out the smoke. "You make that look real sexy, y'know?"

"Yeah?"

He put his hand on my lower back and pulled me as close to him as he could, considering our position. "You have no idea what you're doing to me"

Roger and I didn't stay like that for long as our partners had returned to us. Roger's hand dropped from my back, and I took a few steps back from him. "Where's Clea?" I asked when I noticed the missing face.

"Last we saw her she was leaving with some guy she just met" Juliette explained. That sounded like Clea alright. "By the way, great show as always"

I smiled at the praise. But the opinion I cared most about right now was Billy's. "Did you like the show, honey?"

"It was amazing" Billy said. The smile he wore turned into a frown. "But you know how I feel about you smoking" I rolled my eyes at him. "Can we talk privately?"

"Fine" I agreed. Billy and I stepped out into the hallway. I caught a glimpse of Roger staring at us intently while Judy sat beside him. She was talking to him but I could tell he wasn't listening.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were going to use your maiden name?" Billy almost sounded hurt when he said that. I didn't think it would affect him that much.

"I didn't think it would be that big of a deal" I said.

"But it is to me!" His voice raised a little bit, but not enough so that he was yelling. "Are you ashamed of me?"

How dare he say something like that! "I'm not ashamed of you, Billy! How the fuck do you get that idea?"

"Then how come you're going by Fox and not Robinson?"

"Roger thought—"

"So it was Roger's idea?" His attitude changed as soon as Roger was brought up. "You shouldn't let him make decisions for you"

"Roger never made the decision for me" I made clear. "He just made a suggestion, and I went along with it" I put my hand on Billy's cheek, but he turned his head away from my hand. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Really?"

"I really don't like Roger and I don't trust him around you" Billy never even looked at me when he said that.

"Do you trust me?" I asked. He didn't answer that. He didn't look at me. He just remained silent. Now I was pissed off. "We're going out for drinks. Join us or don't. I honestly don't give a shit"

I took a long drag of my cigarette as I went back inside the room. I managed to hide my tension but Ronnie, being my sister, could spot it right away. "You okay, pup?" She asked, putting her arm around me.

Before I could answer Ronnie, Billy came back inside. He gave me a sorry look but I ignored it. I didn't want to be around him right now. I walked away from him and joined Roger and Judy on the couch. "You and Billy alright, Maggie?" Judy asked me.

"Jude, you don't need to get in the middle of it" Roger said.

"I'm just asking her, Roger!"

"It's fine" I insisted. "We just had a stupid argument. Now he's pissed me off, and I don't want to talk to him"

Judy began rubbing my arm. "Don't let it ruin your night" She was being nice all of a sudden. Was it because she saw me with my husband and no longer saw me as a threat? Or was she truly trying to be a friend? "We'll go out for drinks and have fun, right?"

I smiled at Judy. "Yeah, you're right" I wasn't going to let some argument ruin my night.

...

We wound up going to a bar that was just a few blocks off of the campus. We managed to find a booth that sat all of us. I was still ignoring Billy. And thankfully, he understood I needed the space. Still, that didn't stop him from coming along. And I wasn't going to. He deserved to have fun as well.

I decided to head over to the bar. No one seemed to have noticed that I left the booth. They were all laughing over each other. I sat down and ordered a drink. I wasn't alone for very long as Roger had come to join me.

"Why are you over here, darling?" He asked me.

"I need my space" I explained. I saw that Roger was about to leave so I stopped him. "No, please stay. I meant space from—"

"Billy" Roger finished for me. "What did you two argue about anyways?"

I sighed. "Not that it's any of your business, but he got a little upset that I used my maiden name" I decided to leave out the part where he said he didn't trust Roger.

"It really isn't a big deal what name you use" Roger said. "Either way, you're still married. You've still got a ring on your finger"

"Yeah" I glanced at the gold ring on my finger. "Speaking of rings, when are you asking Judy to marry you?" It was Roger's turn to sigh. He took a sip of his drink. "You love her, don't you?"

"Yes, but I don't need to marry her to prove that. I think our relationship is fine as it is" Roger said. I rolled my eyes. What a true romantic he was.

"I still think you should ask her" I pushed. "Make her your fiancé at least. I'll even go ring shopping with you!"

Roger chuckled. "You sound very excited at the prospect of going ring shopping"

"Well, I never got an engagement ring" I admitted. "Never even got a proper proposal, Billy just said, 'hey, we're officially out of high school now, let's get married.' Within a half hour, we were married" It would have been nice to actually have been engaged. I wanted to have a diamond ring to wear on my finger and show to my friends.

"Please don't look so sad, darling" Roger reached over a brushed my hair out of my face. "You're too pretty to look sad"

I smiled. Another song began to play and immediately recognized it. It was Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli. It had only been out for a few months but I already knew it quite well. "Oh, I love this song!" I got up and stood next to Roger. I put my hand on his arm. "Come dance with me?"

"I'm not really much of a dancer" He told me.

"Please?" My hand ran down the length of his arm until it grabbed onto his own hand. "We don't have to dance, really. You can just sway with me" Roger caved in and followed me to the dance floor. We held hands and stood close to each other as we swayed to the music. "You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off you" I sang along.

Roger smiled at me. "You really do have a lovely voice, y'know?" He pulled me closer to him so that our bodies were pressed together. "I could listen to you sing all day"

"Well, you kind of have to now, don't you?" I joked with him.

"Keep singing" He encouraged. So that's what I did. I continued singing along with the song. He spun me around so that my back was now pressed against him. His arms wrapped around my waist. I leaned my head back so that it was against his shoulder. "Can I ask you something, darling?"

"What is it?" I wondered.

"Do you feel something between us?" When he asked that, I had to make him let go of me and I had to step away. He pouted at me. "What's wrong?"

"You can't ask me that" I said.

"But I need to know" He reached for my hand. He turned me around so I was facing him again. "Because I do, Maggie. There's something special between us, and I can feel it" He caressed my face. "And I know you feel it as well"

Did I? I mean, I was very attracted to him, I wasn't going to deny that. The temptation to fuck him was there. But my love for Billy, and my respect for Judy was preventing me from doing so. Yet, every touch and flirtation Roger gave me, sent a thrill through me. I found myself yearning for that thrill more and more.

Fuck, my head was starting to spin. I don't know if it was the drinks or if it was the way he was making me feel. I think I needed to go home. "Roger, I can't talk about this right now. I need to be getting home"

"Let me take you" He offered.

"No, that's fine" I walked over back to our table. I grabbed Billy and pulled him aside. "Are you okay to drive?"

"Yeah. Are you alright?" Billy asked.

"I just need to head home" Just because I was willing to let Billy take me home, didn't mean I had forgiven his actions tonight. "But I'm still pissed at you"

"If you'd rather have me sleep at Patrick's tonight, I will" He suggested. Patrick was one of Billy's closest friends.

"That would be best" I agreed. I went back over to the table and leaned over so I could talk to Ronnie. "Billy is taking me home. Are you coming or staying?"

"I'd like to stay if you don't mind" Ronnie decided.

"We'll make sure she gets home safe" Lindy offered.

"Leaving already?" Judy sounded a bit disappointed. But I noticed she wasn't looking at me when she said that. She was looking at Billy.

"Maggie is getting a migraine" Billy quickly made up. I realized I never gave him a reason as to why I wanted to go home. He just went with it.

“Oh, well feel better soon, alright?" Judy wished me. Roger had been sitting beside her again, watching me intently. For a moment, I locked eyes with him but had to look away when I felt that thrill go through me again.

Everyone told us goodbye. Billy walked me out. As soon as we were outside, he gently grabbed me. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

"Migraine, like you said" I told him so he'd let it go. And he did. We got in the car and he drove me home. Neither of us said a word to each other.

...

I was alone. Well, I was until Ronnie would come home. I lit some candles and opened a bottle of wine. I sat on the couch as I sipped my wine. I stared at an empty space on the wall. I kept trying to think about nothing, but my mind kept wandering to Roger.

I thought about his dark hair and his beautiful eyes. I thought about his tall and lean body. I thought about those hands of his. And what he'd be able to do to me with them. The way his long fingers stroked the strings of his bass, would he be able to stroke me the same way?

Fuck, I was getting so wet. What was happening to me? I have never thought about another man sexually before. And now, here I was, ready to touch myself thinking about another man. I spread my legs apart and stuck my hand in my panties.

I pressed my finger against my clit and I began to rub. My mouth fell open and a moan slipped out. Why did Roger have to be so goddamn gorgeous? Everything about him was perfect. I rubbed myself faster, imagining that it was his fingers pleasing me instead.

I wanted his fingers touching my cunt so badly. I wanted him to make me cum on his fingers. Then with his mouth. With his cock. Fuck, I bet he had a beautiful cock. I could always see the outline of it through his pants. I don't think he ever bothered wear anything underneath.

I was so close. "Yes, yes, yes!" I chanted. I inserted a finger inside of me, pumping it, imagining that it was Roger's big cock inside of me. "Fuck me, Roger!" I hit my orgasm, cumming all over my fingers. I let myself ride out my high. I put my fingers in my mouth, sucking them clean of my juices. Though, I wished it was Roger doing it instead.

It kind of took me a moment to realize what I just did, and I couldn't help but start giggling about it. Had I really just gotten myself off to the thought of fucking another man? And had I really felt no shame for it? I'll finally admit it, then. I was lusting hard after Roger Waters.

God, what was I gonna do next time I was alone with him? There was going to be no stopping me from dropping to my knees or spreading my legs for him. The only thing I could do about it was to make sure I never had the chance of that happening. So I had to make sure that I wasn't going to be alone with him. Even if that meant I had to be the childish one and ignore him.

~r.w~

It was nearly two in the morning when Judy and I got home. I wasn't quite ready for bed yet though. I was in the mood for sex. I pulled Judy towards me and started kissing her.

"Roger, no" Judy pushed me away. "Not tonight"

She never refused sex before. "Well can I at least cum in your mouth?"

"I'm not in the mood" Judy snapped. She turned and walked away from me. "Goodnight" I then heard the bedroom door shut.

She was acting really weird tonight. Usually she was all over me, but she wasn't. Not that I minded though, really. My feelings for her haven't been as strong as they used to be lately. And I think I knew why.

All I can think about is Maggie. She was so fucking incredible. I feel some very strong emotions towards her. I don't even fucking know if I would call it love or not. Maybe infatuated is the better word. All I know is that I want to be around her all the fucking time. I've never felt this way about anybody before.

I felt my cock twitching just thinking about her. She was so sexy without even trying. The way she talks, the way she moves, the way she dresses. I love all the short dresses she wears. It makes me just want to lift up her dress and fuck her.

I couldn't take it anymore. I took my cock out of my pants. I wrapped my hand around it and began stroking myself. Fuck, I wish it were Maggie doing this instead of me. And instead of her hands, she'd be using her mouth. God, I wanted to be in her mouth.

But I wanted to be in her cunt even more. I bet she was so soft, warm, and tight. "Maggie" I panted her name. "Oh, Maggie, darling, I'm gonna cum" I said it as if she were actually here with me. It only took a few more strokes of my cock before I was cumming into my hand.

I looked at that mess in my hand and I couldn't help but smile to myself. Would Maggie be enthusiastic in licking up all my cum? I bet she would. If I had it my way, she was going to become my dirty girl very soon, and I always got my way. I was determined now. Nothing was going to stop me from getting my beautiful Maggie. Even if it was just going to be for sex.

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