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xbadgerbearx · 3 years

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i guess they are pretty funky

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Can’t Sleep: [2] … [4]

Your team prepared themselves as you started your journey to your new destination. You and Abner were talking about random things as you walked.

"You really like the dots?" Abner timidly asked.

"Are you kidding? Of course! You're so colorful," you said quietly with a smile.

Abner smiled to himself before motioning to your outfit. "I like your uniform too, it suits you. It makes your eyes stand out."

"Thank you! Ya know, I always thought you had a really nice nose- whoa, Abner, are you doing alright?" You cut yourself as you faced Abner for the first time during this walking session. He had those glowing dots on his face again.

"Oh! Those?" He was nervously covering his face. "Don't worry about-" splat. Abner tripped over a rogue tree root and fell face first into the mud. As you went to help pick him up, Flag turned around.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Everyone turned around to look at you two, well, minus Cleo, but she was sitting on a fallen tree almost asleep.

"We're tired, Colonel. We need a rest," she whined.

"Goddamn hobbyists," muttered Chris.

Soria turned to Flag, "We cannot stop. We need to hurry if you're going to help my people."

"Hey," DuBois intervened. "We're not here to help your people. But she's right, we gotta keep moving."

"I carry friend?"

"It's okay, Nanaue," Cleo said before turning to Abner. "It's happening to his face again."

"It's nothing, I tripped," he brushed off.

"Hey," Peacemaker said as he shoved Abner back. "Norman Bates, if that shit's contagious, we need to know."

"It's not," Abner tried moving forward before he was pushed again.

"What is it?"

"What's your deal, Chris? Stop pushing people around before I turn into something you're really not gonna like. And what's up with the obscure references?" You were getting fed up with Chris' bullshit.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"I don't know, how about your dead father? The one that killed himself in front of you when you were a kid?"

"How do you-"

"You'd be surprised how much your mom loved recording all your childhood achievements. Your fifth birthday—ring a bell?" Peacemaker had an unreadable expression on his face as you got in his face and lowered your voice. "You wouldn't believe how much information you can get on your hands if you're able to disguise yourself as a high ranking employee in Belle Reve."

Before any of you could make the situation worse, Abner cleared the tension with a sigh.

"It's a... it's an interdimensional virus."

"Fuck is that?" Peacemaker asked after seemingly forgetting what just happened. You think he was trying to not think about it.

"My mother was a scientist at S.T.A.R Labs, and she was obsessed with turning me and my brother and sisters into superheroes."

"Oh, Abner," you softly said as you placed a hand on his arm. Peacemaker looked between the two of you with a hard expression.

"She infected me. Now, if I don't expel the dots twice a day..."

DuBois asked, "Then what?"

Abner made a face that was hard to read as he said, "They'll eat me alive." He then chuckled dryly as if he himself couldn't believe it.

"What happened to your brother and sisters?" Flag questioned.

"Some lived. Some... died."

Cleo, now standing, asked, "And your mom, where is she now?"

Abner looked to you before turning to his team.

"Almost everywhere."

Everyone just looked at Krill for a few moments.

"Okay," Flag turned around. "Let's move out."

"Come on, we must hurry, or we'll be late to meet my contact," Soria ushered.

Sooner or later, well, later, you made your way to this blockade where a driver in a large van was being investigated. During your trip Abner had to expel the dots, and although he was embarrassed about the situation, you and Cleo tried keeping his mind off it. The soldiers surrounded the van after a minute and started banging on the door. That was your cue.

Peacemaker started taking people out with a silenced pistol, Bloodsport shot with his arm crossbow, and King Shark ate a guy. The rest of the team moved from their hiding spots once the soldiers were dealt with. Success.

Bloodsport banged on the van's window before asking, "Are you Milton?"

The driver choked out a tearful "Si."

After Soria directed him to a nearby pull off spot, you started looking at the contents in the boxes that were pulled out.

"Milton will drive you through town and to La Gatita Amable. There are clothes in the boxes for all of you so you can blend in." Cleo started putting on a random pair of sunglasses as you pulled out a fedora. Soria continued, "That said, the walking tiburon is gonna have to stay out of sight."

"I wear disguise," Nanaue said.

"Ohhh," Cleo drawled. "You're going to wear a disguise?"

"Si."

"Hey, he's learnin' Spanish," Peacemaker said offhandedly.

"And what kind of disguise?"

"Fake mustache," he said smugly.

"Yeah," DuBois interrupted as he moved more boxes. "Fake mustache isn't gonna cut it, mate."

"Aww come on," you cooed. "What if he wears a hat?" The fedora you picked up earlier was now sitting on the King of the Ocean's head.

"You still look exactly like yourself."

"That's the worst fake mustache I've ever seen," Chris added.

"And if you had fooled us, we'd have to kill you, shark-shaped bloke with a mustache creepin' up on us like that."

"FUCK!" Nanaue yelled as he stomped off. You snickered before turning to Abner with some clothes in your hand.

"What do you think?"

"Hmm? Oh, those look nice, although I saw something in another box that I thought you might like. Let me go get it."

As he walked away towards another box, you dropped the clothes you were holding as your face softened. Someone saw something and thought of you? That hasn't happened for a very long time. You started sifting thoughtfully through a nearby box when he came back.

"Here," he showed you the clothes. "I hope you like it." It was sweet how anxious he was getting over this. He must not socialize often.

Taking the clothes from him, you observed the material. It was... actually really good. It was something you would've loved to wear if you weren't forced to wear that stupid prison outfit, and it looked like it'd fit.

"Abner, this is great! It's a lot better than what I was originally going with," you laughed. "Oh! Here, I saw these pants and thought it would match the shirt you picked up."

"Thank you," he said shyly.

"I'm gonna change over there. Stand watch, please?"

How could he say no to you? "Of course," he said while respectfully turning around. As he waited, Peacemaker appeared.

"(L/n) around?"

"Huh?" Abner said, startled from Chris's sudden presence. "Uh, yeah, they went over there to change into their disguise. I'm looking out for them."

"Oh, you're looking out for them? Well look out for this, Patrick Bateman," Peacemaker wasn't looking so peaceful as he leaned in towards Abner. Dropping his voice, he continued. "I don't know what you think is going on between you two, but leave it, you understand me? Why would The Mimic want to go for someone as lame as you? You throw polka dots at people?" Peacemaker scoffed before finishing, "Quit getting in my way, or else."

Stay away from you? There was no way he could do that. You were seemingly the only person who liked him, and now he would have to end that? Fuck that.

Abner, admittedly with a little less confidence than what he hoped for, challenged him. "Or else what?"

Gosh, three words and his heart was already pumping.

"Excuse me?" Chris raised a brow.

Luckily before anything could be done, you emerged oblivious from the jungle while dawning your new attire. Your uniform was neatly folded and tucked under your arm. Both men looked at you and... wow. Abner was speechless. Literally. For the second time within you knowing him, you made his breath hitch.

"You look stunning," Peacemaker quickly said before Abner had a chance. That wouldn't really matter since your response was quite the cockblocker.

"Thanks! Abner picked it out for me," you smiled. You even gave a twirl to show off the outfit to your teammates. Abner just looked at you with such affection in his eyes.

"Anyways, your turn," you ordered as you took Krill's watching place so he could change. Peacemaker tried making some move on you, but you were clueless. Instead, you went into Mission Mode™ and discussed some tactics and strategies you could implement. Sighing, Chris humored you and joined your planning. Not too long later, Abner walked out with his disguise on.

"I'm not sure about this," he said while standing awkwardly.

"You look like an idio-"

"You look great!" you voiced over Peacemaker. "I love those pants on you."

"Really?"

"Yeah," you laughed. "They're funky."

"I-" Krill let out a laugh of his own. "Yeah, I guess they are pretty funky."

"Alright, well, we've gotta get back to the van," you announced while walking away. Abner blindly followed you with a dumb little smile on his face while leaving Chris just standing there in disbelief.

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theysayitscrazy · 3 years

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Motel El Royale || Fan Fic Friday

Clay Spenser x Reader

Reader x Sonny Quinn Sister

A/N: Shout out to @bravo-four-seal-team and her goat series for the lovely conversation taking place in this.

Taglist: @rebelwrites @rebelreblogs @heathermann200 @bravo-four-seal-team

Warnings: Pillow talk, annoying brother antics, one bed...oops.

~*~

Rain slashed against the Nova’s windshield. The wiper blades whipped back and forth, unable to keep up. After the second time the tires hydroplaned on the interstate, Clay swore. “This is ridiculous,” he grumbled.

You rolled your eyes and continued staring out the passenger window. This trip was such a bad idea. Sonny was stranded in the middle of nowhere, another bad idea, and needed a ride. Only when you went to start your car, it wouldn’t start.

You cursed the POS silently for the 100th time that night.

You’d been at the bulkhead with the guys when Sonny had called you. Your brother was on his usual post-Davis-break-up bullshit, and you were annoyed when his face popped up on your phone. Not only had you gave him shit over the phone while sitting at the bar with the rest of Bravo, but you had called him back when your POS car wouldn’t start to give him more shit. Your car had worked fine on the way to the bar.

Sonny had called Clay, who and walked out of the bar while on the phone with him and motioned toward the Nova. After he hung up with your brother you sighed and walked over. “Why don’t you jump in?” Clay called across the parking lot.

“Because that sounds like a horrible idea,” you grumbled under your breath. Two hours trapped in the car with pretty boy was the last thing you wanted to that evening.

“We can go get him together,” Clay added, seeing your hesitation.

“Alright,” you called back to him. “Fuck my life,” you grumbled under your breath and grab your hoodie and purse off the passenger seat and headed toward Clay.

The drive had been relatively quiet. You’d taken over the radio as soon as Clay hit the interstate and headed out to the hills where Sonny had taken up residence.

The rain was icing on the cake, and you were exhausted when Clay pulled into, “Motel El Royle,” you grumble as you read the blinking Vacancy sign out by the highway.

“Looks like something out of Norman Bates movie,” Clay sighed. “There’s nothing else around,” he added as he pulled into the parking lot.

“If Chris Hemsworth comes stumbling in from the rain, I call dibs,” you murmur as he parks the nova in front of the office.

Clay shoots you a grin and nods once. “So, I get Dakota Johnson?” he asks.

You roll your eyes. “You can have Jeff Bridges.”

His laugh rumbles out of his chest, filling the quiet Nova, startling you.

You glance at him and wish you didn’t. Those pearly whites were flashing in the dim lighting from the motel building. His smile was infectious, and you found your lips tugging upwards. It was hard to be indifferent around him when all you wanted was to wrap your arms around him and pull his hard body against yours.

You couldn’t though. He was your brother’s best friend. There were bro codes about that. Shit you and brother had a bro-code about that.

“You alright?” Clay asks, catching you staring.

You snap out of it quickly and smirk, “Just imagining you looking like a drowned rat when you return from getting us a room.”

His grin falls and you smirk.

“Go be a gentleman and get us a couple rooms,” you say as rain beats down on the hood and roof of the Nova.

He shakes his head in disbelief but turns to get out of the car.

Once he’s out of the car and making the mad dash to the front door, you sigh. “Come on, Y/N, get your shit together already.”

Why did he have to be so God damn gorgeous? You watched him through the window, talking to the guy at the front desk. You needed a cold shower after the last two hours in the car with him. Something about the man and his sexy ass car made you hot. Fuck, everything about that man made you hot.

You watched as he grabbed the key from the front desk guy, before he headed toward the door and stopped, looking out. He was already soaking wet from his short walk inside. His grey t-shirt was clinging to his body more than it usually did.

He rolled those muscular shoulders back and braced himself for opening the door.

You grinned broadly at him and waved.

He sent a glower your way.

You blew him a flirt kiss and watched as a smirk pulled across his lips. Oooh baby boy was looking cocky as fuck as he strolled out of the motel and into the rain.

Only he didn’t walk to the driver’s side…he leisurely strolled around the Nova to the passenger side and pulled the door open before you could even think of locking it. “What are you doing?” you ask dumbly, as he reaches for your hand and pulls you out of the car.

Its pouring buckets. Too dangerous to drive, and this man is pulling you out into it. “Fuck Clay!” You shout as the piercing rain hammers down on you. “It hurts!”

He laughs and spins you out and away from the car, holding your hand. When he pulls you back and you spin into him, you gasp. Is he dancing in the rain with you?

You look up at him confused as he grins down at you.

There’s no music, but he wraps an arm around your waist, sliding his hand to the small of your back, and pulls you against him. “What are you doing?” you question, even though your hand slides up his bicep to rest on his shoulder.

“Just go with it,” he grins down at you. He squeezes the hand he’s still holding and begins to lead.

“Fuck,” you think to yourself as you let him guide you around in a small circle in the parking lot.

You can’t take your eyes off him. Those blue eyes are dark with desire and he’s watching you just as closely. There’s something magical about the moment and you suddenly don’t care that your soaking wet, clothes clinging to you, and freezing your ass off.

Clay’s gaze on you is all at that matters. His hand in yours. Your body pressed against his.

A ringing cell phone breaks the moment, and you jump back, startled.

Clay looks annoyed but pulls out the cell from his pocket and flashes you the screen so you can see that its Sonny. You nod once, and Clay walks around the car to the driver’s side as he answers the phone. You slide into the front seat and close the door behind you, shivering as you drip onto the leather seats.

“Yeah man,” Clay says, speaking over the roar of the rain on the roof of the car. “Nah, we had to pull over. The roads are flooding. We found a motel for the night. You gonna be good till morning?”

“Yeah brother,” Sonny’s voice was loud and clear in the Nova. “Don’t be gettin’ any ideas about my sister.”

“Sorry man, you’re breaking up! Storms loud! I’ll you in the morning,” Clay answered and hung up on Sonny.

You look over at Clay with a confused grin on your face.

He shrugs a shoulder and smiles. “Let’s go find our room.”

You’re suddenly nervous as Clay starts the car and heads around the building to the back. Once parked, you realize you don’t have anything. No clothes to change into. You’re soaking wet and freezing cold.

Clay parks the car and you both run out into the rain again, to get under the overhang. Clay unlocks the door quickly and you stumble through, only to stop dead when you see the one bed in the room. “Fuck,” you groan.

“What’s wrong?” Clay asks.

“There’s only one bed,” you mutter, pointing to the thing like it offended you.

“It was the last room they had,” Clay’s voice was soft behind you.

You sigh and walk further into the room and set down your purse. “Any chance you have clothes in your car?” you ask him over your shoulder.

“Uh… actually,” he says and nods once.

You glance at him.

“I might. Let me check.” He heads back out into the rain, and you move to the window to watch.

He uses his keys to open the trunk and you grin when he pulls out his ‘Go bag’.

A moment later he’s back in the room, dripping water all over the floor, bag slung over his shoulder. “You’re in luck. I just did laundry,” he grins as tosses the bag on the dinette table under the window.

Something about the table has you glancing around the motel room, taking it in again. 70’s wallpaper. Weird divider by the door. “Does this look like something the Winchester’s would stay in?” you ask, glancing around.

Clay chuckles but looks around too. “Alright, that’s a little creepy,” he admits.

You nod, but motion to the bag. “Think you got a pair of shorts and shirt in there I can wear? I’m gonna hit the shower.”

Clay nods and starts digging. A moment later he’s passing you a pair of drawstring shorts and a Navy t-shirt. You murmur a thanks and head into the bathroom.

You take your time in the bathroom, savoring the heat of the spray from the shower head. That little dance in the rain chilled you to the bone and you have no desire to head back out into the main room. That one bed, though a king size, was not going to do well for your poor attempts at staying away from your brother’s best friend.

Neither were his hairbrained ideas for dancing in the rain…and why would Sonny choose that moment to warn his buddy away? Was there something going on?

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. “You drowning in there?” Clay’s voice sounded amused on the other side.

“I’ll be right out,” you call back and sigh. “Fuck my life,” you grumble to yourself.

After you dry off and change into his much larger, but dry clothes, you wrap the towel around your hair on top of your head to dry, and head out into the main room.

Clay’s standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, dripping everywhere.

“Shit, you must be freezing,” you admonish and move out of the way. “Go!” you point toward the bathroom.

He nods and grabs a bundle of clothes off the bed.

While he’s showering you make quick work of hanging your wet clothes from the curtain rods and crank the heat up, praying your clothes would be dry by morning. Then you dig in your purse for a brush and hair tie, before you brush out your hair and pull it back into ponytail.

You glance around and realize its late. It’s past midnight, so you pick your side of the bed and crawl in, setting your phone on the nightstand. You shut the light off, and leave the one on, on the other side of the bed.

Your heart races when you hear the water shut off in the bathroom. You think about closing your eyes, but you’re too wired, and what’s the point. He’d know you wouldn’t be sleeping yet… and thank God you didn’t.

Clay walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of boxers, carrying his wet clothes. He glances at you to see you watching him and then heads to the curtains to hang his own wet clothes next to yours, above the heater.

“You cool with sharing?” he asks you, hovering next to the side of the bed.

You glance over your shoulder at him and nod.

Then he’s sliding into bed and the large king size, suddenly feels small. His large body takes up so much space, you know if you roll over from your little square that you claimed, you’d be touching him.

A moment later, the room descends into darkness as he shuts off the light. You let out a yawn and try to get comfortable but find that you’re still too wired to sleep. You turn onto your back and stare up at the dark ceiling.

“You alright over there?” Clay’s voice is soft in the dark.

“Mmm,” you respond, not sure what to say.

“What kind of trouble you think Sonny got up to this time?” Clay asks.

You let out small laugh and shrug in the dark. “Knowing him, something ridiculous.”

Clay’s rumbling laugh shakes the bed, and you grin. God sometimes your brother could find the most ridiculous situations to end up in. “Like the Goats?” Clay asked.

You bust out laughing hysterically. “From the Goat dealer?”

Clay answering laugh shakes the bed again.

“Then the cats?” You bring up, remembering when your brother tried to get rid of the goats.

“Blackburn was so pissed!” Clay laughed.

“But then you dumbasses had to take on a bull,” you smirk at him in the dark, rolling onto your side to face him. There was just enough light peaking through the curtains for you to make out the outline of his face.

Clay laughed again. “To be fair, I thought as long as I outran Sonny, I’d be fine.”

You laugh and hit his shoulder. “Oh, great best friend you are.”

“At least I didn’t leave Butt-head in Blackburn’s car,” Clay chuckled and rolled on his side to face you.

You shake your head at him. “I swear you guys are a bunch of overgrown man children,” you chuckle.

Clay grins at you and props up on an elbow and rests his head against his fist, watching you.

As the conversation lulls, you think about Clay’s conversation with Sonny earlier. “Hey Clay?” you murmur.

“Yeah Y/N,” he responds softly.

Your heart flutters at hearing your name in the dark, from the blond God. “Why did Sonny tell you not to get any ideas about me?” You bite your lower lip, wondering why you even bothered asking.

Clay’s quiet a moment before he slides closer to you. His hand reaches out in the dark and finds your body. His hand slides down your side and around your back, before he’s pulling you against him. “I thought by now, that’d be obvious,” he murmurs, his face inches from your own.

Your breathing is ragged as your heartbeat ticks up. Is this really happening?

You reach your hand up between your bodies to run your fingers through his scruffy beard. “And what’s obvious?” you ask.

He pulls your body even closer and then his hand slides up your back to the back of your head. He tilts your head to the side with his large hand and pulls you to him as he captures your lips in a searing kiss.

You slide your fingers into his hair and pull him toward you.

You lay there, making out for a while before he pulls back and hovers over you. “Obvious enough?” he asks.

“Mm, no,” you smirk up at him. “I think you’re gonna have to spell it out for me.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Go out with me,” he says.

You raise an eyebrow. “Oohh, getting a little demanding over there.”

He chuckles and leans down, claiming your lips in another breathtaking kiss.

“Mmm,” you moan into the kiss.

“Yes?” he mumbles when he comes up for air.

You roll your eyes and pull him on top of you. “Yes, you blonde idiot,” you answer, and kiss him again.

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hanniiesuckle17 · 4 years

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Stray Kids Reaction: S/o Having A Big Baby Bump

A/n: this is such a cute request! I hope this is what you wanted! I wanted to try something a lil different since it's more of a reaction than a scenario🥰❤❤❤❤❤

Requested by: @unvrsecosmoss

Chan:

HAPPY BOI

the second your belly gets big he gets so excited

like bouncing up and down off the walls excited

“Chris calm down”

“BUT LOOK ITS SO CUTE OUR LITTLOE BOY OR HGIRL IS IN THERE ASLAFJDSFMDVLSOJFW”

“How do you even speak like that?”

like his inner dad immediately comes out

he probably starts reading and memorizing more parenting books

you woke up like a month before the due date and Chris had literally swaddled you

.......in a blanket.....

like a baby

granted....it was the best night sleep you had in a while but...still

overall he is just so excited to become a dad when he sees your big baby bump

although the boys are very done with him giving them pureed food during lunch breaks

this man is so ready to be a father

he loves you baby bump so much

he really likes to sleep behind you so he can have a hand on your stomach so in the middle of the night he can feel his son or daughter kick

Minho:

probably wakes up one morning and is like:

“.......your stomach is huge.....”

“Yeah its been like that for a couple months.”

the cats have most definitely sat ontop of your belly

he finds it so cute

he took like a billion pictures of it

ngl though he is super obsessed with your belly

like he loves watching you cook and coming up and putting his hands on your belly

if you ask him nicely he might even give you a back rub but only if you let the cats sit on your belly again

minho has been pretty chill throughout the entire pregnancy

even when you had all those weird cravings he will wait until you walk out of the room to gag at the combination of food you are eating

“Y/n stay still!!!”

“Minho this cat is digging its nails into your future daughter!”

“.............the cats name is Soongi.”

“Geez. Sorry.”

“Now hold still. Daddy wants a picture of his baby and his baby mama”

Changbin:

THIS MAN

THE HAPPIEST MAN ON THE PLANETTT

the second

the MILLISECOND this man notices your baby bump gets bigger he is all over your tummy

this man will not stop touching you

he loves seeing how big your bump is

when he is bored he likes to take your eyeliner and draw a face on your belly

he calls it Mr.Bumpy

they talk about future plans for your baby and ngl.....its pretty cute

“Mr.Bumpy should we paint the nursery yellow or white?”

“You’re right Mr. Bumpy. That’s exactly what I thought.

“Binnie you’ve been talking to my belly for like an hour and I’m hungry.”

but he loves your belly

he thinks you look super cute the bigger you belly gets

until he accidentally pisses you off during one of your mood swings

then you are scarier the grim reaper himself

“SEO LEWIS CHANGBIN YOU GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE!”

“I didn’t mean to !!!1 I’m sorry babbyyyyyy!”

Hyunjin:

This man is so

WHIPPED

like he was whipped for you before you got pregnant but like now that your baby bump is getting bigger is more whipped than you thought possible

(y’all hyunjin be simpin)

but like for real

you ask this man to do anything and I mean anything and he will do it

“HYunjin!!!”

“what? yes? are you okay? what can I do? should I run to the store? Ill get pizza on the way back! or noodles? I don’t know. what about pickles! You liked those yesterday!”

“.....can you get the tea kettle down for me?”

“oh....yeah of course baby!”

literally will do anything you ask him

he just loves seeing you with your big baby bump

“hyunjin will you do aegyo for me? pretty please?????”

“........no......”

*points to baby bump*

aegyo storm for the next two hours just to make you smile

literally loves taking pictures with you and your big bump and always brags about it when he shows someone his lock screen

Jisung:

like hyunjin he is WHIPPED

will let you literally do anything to him

he doesn't do skincare but like you made him to a whole 14 step routine one day and he sat through the whole gosh darn thing because he loved seeing you with you big bump

the second you tummy gets really big he starts talking to his son or daughter

its the cutest thing

you swear that the baby kicks every time they hear his voice

“baby can I braid your hair?”

“.........can I talk to the baby.....”

“sure!”

“YES!” *fist pumps*

is definitely the type that is you have a big bump around Halloween to convince you to wear a baby bump related couple costume if you are going to a party or something

needless to say to the skz Halloween party you went as mike and sully with your belly being mike

he was very happy

“Ji! People keep looking at my tummy!”

“I KNOW ITS SO CUTE I CANT FUNCTION!”

he also probably has minor freakouts because your numb getting bigger means one day closer to him being a father so pre parental panic attacks come more often

Felix:

this weirdo

is obsessed with your big tummy in the weirdest way

but also like low-key the sweetest

when you are sitting next to each other on the couch he uses your belly as like a second table

he has also used your belly as a pillow sometimes (with your permission ofc)

again another man that is available for your every need\

Felix is the king of helping you roll out of bed because you balance is thrown off

also he makes these incredible meals out of your weird cravings (we know he has been quite the little chef and baker recently)

“Felix omg how did you turn pickles, hot sauce, and peanut butter into this?”

“I have no clue myself. I think I blacked out and Gordon Ramsay took over”

also one of the ones who likes talking to your baby bump

he is constantly having his hand on your belly

“Felix you have to go to rehearsal”

“BUT WHAT IF IT K I C K S ?????//?”

he just loves looking and touching your big bump it makes him smile feeling his little boy or girl

(probably also a huge advocate for baby bump Halloween costumes)

Seungmin:

the MOST CARING BOI E V E R

seeing your big baby bump makes his caring side come out

“baby are you using the cream the doctor gave us?”

“yes seungmin”

“what about the vitamins”

“yes seungmin”

“does this shirt match my jacket”

“yes seungmin”

*pushing him out the door so he can get to practice only three hours later than he was supposed to*

you can pretty much guilt him into doing anything you want by just pointing to your belly and reminding him he got you into this situation for nine months.

“you wanna watch a movie and do face masks with me?”

“eh not really”

*points to stomach* “baby bump.”

“clay or sheet?”

but while he doesn't say that he loves your bump he really likes seeing it

especially when you are just kind of lounging around the house in sweats and a baggy t-shirt that is not as baggy as it used to be

seungmin also really loves when you hold hands with him and the rest your hands on your tummy

Jeongin:

can someone tell me the full link to this video omg too cute ^^

this poor baby

seeing your big tummy just like a constant lovely reminder that he will be a father in a couple of months

he loves how cute you look with your big tummy

but eventually it leads him to a freakout

“y/n we haven't painted a nursery yet!!!”

“jeongin....honey we have two months left. its okay”

“y/n I don’t know how to change a diaper”

“innie you don’t have to-......yeah you should get on that baby”

*runs to watch 8347697 videos on how to change a diaper and falls through a yt baby funnel*

the minute your baby bump starts to show he goes into overdrive

he started packing your hospital bags when you were 4 months in

“innie I don't need......a.....what is this??”

“its a pregnancy pillow.”

“innie its bigger than me how are you fitting it in the bag”

but he loves your bump

probably another boy who finds the bump costumes cute but its most likely your idea

he most definitely has asked chan on how to father lessons

seungmin probably also gave him one of those parenting for dummies books but he actually read it at night before he sleeps (omg too cute)

Requests are open my lovelies!

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soaronmywings · 4 years

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Marry Me (EZ x Reader)

Request- I don’t have much of a request, but I know I would love if you could do a tattooed!s/o x ez. She could just have a few select pieces, like him, or is more tattooed like angel. Maybe he loves tracing them, or gets hot and bothered seeing them. Or loves watching you compare pieces with his club brothers 🥺 pretty please

A/N: This started out going in one direction but the took a different turn. I still love it though! Love me some EZ. Sorry it took me so long, @ly--canthrope I legit lost power for two days.

Warnings: Protective!EZ, swearing, minor minor violence, fluff, smut

Sunlight gleamed into the room, pouring over EZ and yourself. It was a long week, you had a rough go at work. Getting cat called and hit on was just one of the many typical things bartenders go through. Especially when the owner had ordered all the girls to sleeze it up, wearing shorts that acted as underwear and shirts cropped to hit just below your breasts. When EZ finally saw what you had to wear, those veins in his arms nearly popped along with the bulging vein down his neck.

“Whoa whoa sweetheart, where the hell do you think you’re going dressed like that?” Ezekiel scoffed as his gaze dragged over your body. You had the shirt on with sweats pulled over the shorts. You hiked your bag higher up onto your shoulder and gave him a weary smile. “I uh- Work. Look, Chris is gonna have my head if I’m late.. I’ll talk to you late- Yeah?” You fumbled over your words as you reached for the door handle. Before Ezekiel could say anything, you were out the door.

If only he knew.

When you got to the bar, the owner gave you a filthy look, you weren’t in complete uniform yet. You ducked your head down as you made your way to the back. You put your stuff in the lockers that were provided and slipped off your sweats.

Heading back out into the front after you clocked in, your eyes met EZ’s, and your face grew red of embarrassment. He was with the guys, and his smile dropped when he saw what you were wearing. No one but him should be able to see that you had a dragon going up your ribs, and intertwining itself in the middle of your breasts. He was the only one who should know about your pierced nipples that were ever-so present from your tight fitting shirt. Only Ezekiel.

When some of the Mayans saw the lack of movement from their hermano, they followed his gaze until it landed on you. “Oh shit hermano.” Coco whispered under his breath. You tucked your hair behind your ear and bussied yourself behind the bar.

The entire night you could feel his gaze on you. Angrily sipping his beer as he had to sit there and watch all of these random guys gawk at you. Overhearing an onslaught of “Hey sexy thing” or “You comin’ home with me right?”. You would brush them off, just stating that you had a boyfriend and that you weren’t interested.

When Ezekiel saw one of those dirty pigs drag their hand over your ass while you were walking by, he slammed his beer bottle onto the table. Before he could intervene, you had already handled it though.

You took a handful of this random pendejo’s hair and smashed his face into the bar. Blood oozed from his clearly broken nose. “Never lay a hand on me again cerdo (pig), or that will feel like a kiss on the cheek.” You sneered at him before a smile propped back onto your face as you went to help another customer.

Your boss saw this and stalked over to you, grabbing your arm and yanked you aside. “What the fuck was that hm? Apologize.” Chris was finally going to get what was coming to him. “Y’know what? I’m done. I’ve had enough of your shit. If you didn’t make us dress like low-grade hookers, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.” You pushed him off of you and started walking towards the back.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” He called out after you. “To spend the night with my boyfriend! I fucking quit!” You shouted back at him while giving him the bird.

Ezekiel dragged his finger over your side, mimicking the path of your tattoo. You stirred in your sleep turning around so that you were now nose to nose with him. His arm went around your torso and pulled you closer. “G’morning baby.” Your voice was laced with sleep as you looked up into his chocolate eyes. EZ curled his mouth into a smile.

“Mornin’.” His lips reached your as he pulled you into a sweet kiss.God, did you love this man, and did he love you. You didn’t realize just how much you handling your own shit turned him on last night. His hand trailed down your spine and landed firmly on your ass.

You loved mornings with Ezekiel. The outside world hasn’t weighed on his mind yet, it was like nothing existed. Just the two of you in your own little world. Your hand went around his neck before pulling him back in, your lips meeting his.

EZ pulled you on top of him, never breaking contact. You pressed your hands against his bare chest as the kiss became needier. His hand went under your shirt and rested on your waist, before you pulled back to take your shirt off. “Te amo mi amor. (I love you my love)” Ezekiel whispered as his hands cupped your breast, sitting up and taking one into his mouth. Your head fell back with a smile plastered on your face as his tongue worked magic around your tender nipples, playing with the piercings as he did so. Your hand trailed down his chest, going further and further until you reached the tent in his briefs.

“Yo también te amo mi alma. (I love you too my soul)” You palmed him through his briefs and raked your free hand over his head. He pulled away from your breast, little marks all over them. His mouth curled into a smile, looking into your big eyes. You tugged at the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down enough to let him spring free.

You plopped yourself into EZ’s lap after the little outburst that just happened. His arm tightly woven around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. “That was so hot baby.” He purred into your ear. You snuggled closer into his chest, ignoring the eyes of the bloody scumbag or your sleazeball ex-boss.

Chris knew what your boyfriend was a part of, he never really liked the macho bikers. He tried to have you tell the club that they weren’t allowed at the bar. That the club made people scared to come. All you could say is “I can’t control if or when they decide to come by. They’re all big boys’. He didn’t really like that response. “Can I get a round for me and my boys?” You called out to your boss.

Salt in the wound, if you do say so yourself.

His hand went down to your panties, pushing them aside before lightly grazing his thumb across your clit. “So wet for me, amor.” His lips connected to your shoulder, nipping at the skin. “Only for you, Ezekiel. You let out a quiet gasp as you began to pump him in your hands. His mouth climbed up your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he did so.

“I need to be inside you, do you want me inside you baby girl? Want me to fill you up?” The words left his lips, calm and collectively. You pushed his thick cock forward, grinding against him before lining him up with your dripping wet pussy. Gently you sank down on to him, taking him inch by inch before meeting his pelvis with your own.

You stayed there, just enjoying the sensation of fullness of him being inside of you. The two of you weren’t in the mood for anything crazy, just wanted to devour each other’s touch. His thick fingers dug into your ass as you sat there, in one of the most intimate ways you could think of.

You stumbled through the doors of your shared home with EZ not far behind you. “I’m sooooo glad I left that dump. Chris was such a pig!” Your clear intoxicated state made it hard for you to walk straight. Ezekiel wrapped his arms around your torso and walked with you into the bedroom. “Quite a show, mi amor. Good to know my girl can break a few noses, need be.” He rasped into your ear as he guided you towards the bed.

You spun around and pulled him down for a lust-filled kiss, hungrily trying to pull him closer to you. “Let’s just get some sleep, okay Y/N? Let me help you get ready.” Ezekiel gently pried you off of him, grabbing one of his shirts while you took off your cropped top and slid your shorts down your legs.

EZ drank you in, eyes going from the pierced nipples, to the dragon on your mid-sections, and further down to the array of ink scattered down your leg. Before his head told him otherwise, EZ slipped the shirt over your head.

“Let’s lay down, mi reina bella (my beautiful queen).”

“Cásate conmigo princesa. (marry me princess).” Ezekiel rested his forehead against yours, his nose brushing up against yours. Your eyes looked into his while you let out a breathless smile. “I mean it, mi amor. Marry me. I know that I want you for the rest of my life. Mi amor, mi cielo, mi sol, mi luna y todas mis estrellas. (my love, my sky, my sun, my moon and all my stars.)”

“Without a doubt, mi rey. (my king) I would have it no other way.” Your lips connected with his, finally starting to move his hip slightly. EZ brought you up and down onto his cock, encouraging you to start riding him. You did just that, pushing him back into the bed and pressed your breasts into his chest. You rocked your him, slowly and deliberately. His hand playfully smacked your ass, motivating you to move some more.

You sped up the pace, his hips meeting yours as you came back down onto his cock. “Shit, mi reina You look so fucking good taking this dick.” He muttered as he pulled you back into his chest, taking control. EZ planted his feet into the mattress and continuously thrusted into your sopping wet core, releasing a series of moans and profanity to spill out of your mouth.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!- Just like that Ezekiel- Yes baby take what’s yours.” One of his hands dropped between your sweating bodies to find your sensitive clit. You took your lip in between your teeth when he began rubbing small, harsh circles around it.

“Oh shit amor- yes babygirl. That’s it, come all off this cock.” He groaned into your ear before latching his full lips onto your neck. Your breaths turned shallow as you felt the familiar knot building in your stomach. EZ bit down onto your neck while his moves began to stutter. “You’re gonna make me come, mi dulce.” Your walls began to flutter around him, gripping the sheets around him for self control whilst you yelled out his name.

Ezekiel felt you reach your climax, sending him over the edge as well. “Shit- Ah, Y/N. So fucking good.” EZ bucked his hips into your and buried himself deep inside you as he came. Warm ropes filled you up, but when you went to get off of him, he held you there.

Both panting messes, you looked back into each other's eyes. “Did you mean it?” He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I’ve never meant anything more in my life, EZ.” You pepper light kisses along his jawline.

“Round two?”

#ez x reader #ezekiel reyes #EZ #mayans mc #mayans #mayans mc imagine

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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Hi! You're by far my favorite writer for the man himself so I wanted to ask you.. can we plleeasse get a super sweet and passionate morning sex smutty-fluffer with Mr. Washington? Maybe the two of them had a stressful week at work/school or something and they decided to drive up to the lodge to escape by themselves for a long weekend together?? I'm on a massive Josh kick right now, there isn't enough love for him 😫😫

13. sleepy sex 14. being ridden

Another perfect place to answer two requests—I’m feeling accomplished! I love you all so much 💋

Also, this sucker is almost 3,000 words. I SWEAR I try to answer your prompts quickly on days like this, but sometimes, a story happens. Well, if this can even be considered a “story” 😆

* * * * *

Every year, Josh Washington hosted one hell of a summer-kick-off party at his parents’ lodge. He watched the weather like he was auditioning for a job on the local news, carefully choosing the warmest, clearest day. Despite the label of “summer,” the temperature in the Rockies at the lodge only ever flirted with anything near 75°F (23°C) yet Josh insisted, every year, that it was a “pool party” and that guests shouldn’t wear much more than a swimsuit.

At least that’s what your mutual friend, Chris, had explained to you.

It had been a stressful final month of school—exams, moving out of your dorm and back home with your parents, finding a summer job—so when Josh finally chose a date for the party, you requested the weekend off and offered to help him get things set up.

Josh eyed you suspiciously, considering that you and he had been engaged in a sort of “will they, won’t they” dance for the past few months. You were locked in a battle wondering if he just wanted to check you off his list as another notch in his bedpost, and he was wondering if you even liked him as more than a flirting buddy, considering you seemed to have quite a lot of those.

“You sure?”

“Totally!”

Josh took your phone and typed in the address for the lodge. “Can you come up Thursday? That way we have all day Friday to get ready.”

You nodded and plucked your phone out of his hand, but not before he tightened his grip, making you look up and smile at him as you tugged on it.

“Gimme. Or I won’t come up at all.”

Josh released his grip with his trademark grin before he schooled his features into a contortion of pain as he gripped his chest. “Call the medic! I’m wounded. My heart’s been plucked from my chest,” he exaggeratedly panted.

You tried to stifle your grin, knowing it only encouraged his antics, but how could you not smile at that adorable goof?

* * *

The drive up to the Washington Lodge was fantastic for your stress level—nothing but empty roads, gorgeous scenery, and all the cheesiest, upbeat pop music you could cram onto a playlist. When you finally parked your car behind Josh’s in the horseshoe driveway, you were humming the lyrics of the last song as you pulled your weekender bag from the backseat.

After you slammed the door shut and rounded the car, you looked up at the lodge and whistled.

“Jeee-sus.” You knew Josh’s folks were rich, but this was the kind of rich you had only ever seen on Instagram … or maybe on an episode of Keeping up with the Kardashians. It was so intimidating, it made you think twice about Josh.

He was just so … normal. Well, normal in a film-nerdy, goofball kinda way, but he never struck you as someone who grew up in a bubble of privilege.

It was close to 8:30 pm, but daylight still persisted and the pinkish sky lit up Josh’s face as he stepped onto the porch and looked down at you while you still stared open-mouthed at the lodge.

“Was the drive okay?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah it was great,” you said as you shook your head and climbed the stairs. “Josh—this place is … insane.”

“You’ve never been here?”

You shook your head no.

Josh frowned and thought for a moment. “I guess I forgot we haven’t known each other that long. You sure feel like an old chum, lil buddy,” he said as he slung an arm around your shoulders and walked you into the house.

“Chum? ‘Lil’ buddy?” you said with amusement.

Josh cleared his throat and removed his arm, nervously running one hand through his freshly cut hair. “What else should I call you?”

You bit your lip and looked up at him, a small smile on your face. “Guess we’ll see, huh?”

Josh grinned, his face lighting up as his white teeth flashed, and butterflies unexpectedly danced in your stomach.

“Let me show you around.”

* * *

The house was just as impressive on the inside, and when Josh finally showed you his room, you flopped on his king-sized bed and begged him to never make you leave. He laughed and made you promise not to move a muscle as he dashed out of the room, returning in about 15 minutes with food, drinks, extra pillows, and a stack of DVDs tucked under his chin as he tried to balance it all. He kicked the door shut, nearly spilling a bowl of popcorn he had tucked under his arm.

“Now you’re my prisoner,” he attempted to declare, but given the comical way he was shuffling toward the bed, you could do nothing other than laugh.

As he deposited everything onto the comforter, you asked, “DVDs? Is there even a TV in here?”

“Au contraire, lil lady. Behold!”

Josh walked over to the wall and slid the wooden paneling open, revealing a huge flatscreen. “Ta-da!”

“I really could stay here forever,” you mumbled as you kicked off your shoes and scooted to the top of the bed.

“But don’t you think you’d be more comfortable in your PJs? Unless, of course, you sleep in the buff? And in that case, you would absolutely be more comfortable in your PJs,” Josh finished as he settled onto the bed next you, his elbow propping him up as he laid on his side to face you.

“If I came out of your bathroom naked, you wouldn’t even know what to do with yourself, Joshua Washington.”

“You’re right. I’d die of happiness,” he confirmed with a smile.

The room felt a lot hotter than it did a moment ago, so you sat up and looked down at Josh, his big green eyes bursting with affection.

“Let’s see how the night goes,” you promised with a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose.

* * *

As it turned out, the night passed chastely. You were a lot more tired than you had thought, and halfway through the first movie, your hand still sitting in the bowl of popcorn, you fell asleep.

When your breathing deepened and it became clear you weren’t going to wake up, Josh chuckled as he removed your hand from the bowl. He cleared off the bed and turned off the TV before snuggling into your side and quickly falling asleep.

Sunlight streaming through a huge window woke you up with a start. For a moment, you forgot where you were until you shifted under the weight of Josh’s arm. You smiled as you felt him stir, the arm wrapped around your waist tightening as he burrowed between your shoulder blades, probably trying to unconsciously hide from the sun.

Squinting, you shuffled out of bed and fiddled with the blinds until you figured out how to draw them. The room darkened to a greyish hue and Josh rolled over, seemingly still asleep. Since you were up, you went in to use the bathroom, and as you washed your hands in the sink, you looked at your reflection.

A slight blush colored your cheeks as you thought about how much you wanted to wake up like this again, preferably after figuring out if the big dick jokes the boys directed at Josh were because he actually was well-endowed or if they were just being idiots.

You had left your bag in here after changing last night, so you dug around for your toiletry case to retrieve your toothbrush.

After adjusting your tank top and sleep shorts, you gave your just-brushed hair a sexy tousle and glanced longingly at your lip gloss container.

“Too much,” you said with a dismissive shake of your head. You piled everything back into your bag, and exited the bathroom, hoping Josh was still asleep.

As you rounded the corner the bathroom was tucked into, you felt that familiar hot flush creep over your cheeks as you took in Josh’s form.

In your absence, he had sprawled out in the middle of the bed. He was on his stomach, his hands tucked under his pillow as he faced away from the window. His chocolatey-colored curls had lost their definition in the night and stood out against his light-grey pillowcase in a wild puff. The blankets were pushed down to his waist and the plain white t-shirt he had worn to bed was pushed up to his midback, exposing an expanse of light brown skin. His legs were spread, one foot sticking out from under the messy pile of blankets and you had to tamp down the temptation to see if he was ticklish.

You slid back into bed and settled on your side so you could face him. Tentatively, you reached out with your finger and ran it gently down his spine. His skin was smooth and the depression of his spine contrasted so deliciously with the strong muscles of his lower back that you wanted nothing more than to trace that indentation with your tongue.

Still touching him lightly, Josh stirred, his arms flexing as he stretched them before lifting his head and turning to look at you.

“Hi,” he said, his grin half-hidden by his bicep.

“Good morning.”

“Sorry. Forgot to pull the blind.”

“So you were awake?”

“Just waiting to see how much of me you’d touch if you thought I was asleep. Pervert,” Josh teased.

You opened your mouth in mock-offense and smacked his shoulder. “Rude.”

He chuckled and stretched again before he wriggled out from the blankets and stood, offering a mumbled, “Be right back,” as he made his way to the bathroom.

Josh wasn’t gone long, but it was long enough for your eyes to slip shut, a smile still on your face as you thought about him.

When you felt the bed dip, your eyes popped open.

“Sleepy girl?” Josh asked, his hand crawling under your tank top to rest on your bare stomach.

The heat radiating from his palm scorched through your body, a pool of arousal settling between your thighs.

“Not anymore,” you whispered as you looked at him, your eyes locked on his as you slid your hand along his arm, resting it on top of his.

Josh pulled his hand from beneath yours, off of your stomach and up to the side of your face. He cupped your cheek and slid closer, his body warm and connected with yours.

“Can I kiss you?”

In answer, you pulled him to you by the front of his shirt, causing both of you to softly sigh as your lips connected and began to move. You both tasted like the spearmint of Josh’s toothpaste, and when his tongue licked along the seam of your lips, you opened for him, the tips of your tongues touching before he dove into your mouth.

You kissed and kissed and kissed until you were both a panting mess, the blankets twisted around your legs, your once-sexily tasseled hair once again a mess, and Josh’s poof of curls even more wild than they had been against his pillow from you running your fingers through them, scraping across his scalp and around the back of his head.

Reaching for the bottom of his t-shirt, you tugged until he detached himself from your mouth so he could pull it the rest of the way off. You seized the momentary lull to push him onto his back, and as you sat up, you pulled off your tank top, Josh’s pupils dilating as he watched your breasts bounce.

Immediately, his hands reached for them, but you pulled back as you wiggled out of your shorts. Josh licked his lips and followed suit, pulling off his sleep pants. You glanced at the outline of his cock beneath his boxer-briefs and smirked.

“They weren’t just jokes,” you mused as you reached out and gripped him, pulling a mix between a moan and a chuckle from his throat.

It was your turn to control the kissing, so you straddled his hips and lowered your body to rest on top of his, once again relishing in the warmth of him and the masculine scent that seemed to be a mixture of expensive cologne and something that was just … Josh.

His hands roamed over your back and your backside, kneading and massaging as you kissed him—lips, jaw, neck, and when you sat up to catch your breath, he begged, “Ride me. Please.”

Again, that electric heat shot through your body and you knew your pussy was a mess for him. He reached up, finally able to wrap his big hands over your breasts, and you leaned back, grinding on his cock as he worked your nipples gently pulling on them before he leaned up to capture one in his mouth.

You shuddered as he sucked, his green eyes looking up at you, full of unabashed want and affection. He moved his mouth to your other nipple and you thought you might spontaneously combust if you didn’t slide his dick inside of your body within the next three breaths.

“Do we need protection? I’m on the pill.”

“Are you asking me if I’m a slut?” Josh said as he nuzzled between your breasts.

“Yes,” you answered, not caring if it sounded callous.

“I’m clean—and you?” he queried, laying back onto his pillows.

“Me too,” you answered before pulling down his underwear and moaning as you palmed his dick.

“Such a big boy,” you praised before looking up at him. “Tell me why we waited this long?”

“How about after we fuck?” Josh suggested, leaning up to tug at your panties.

With a huff of laughter, you slid your underwear off and returned to straddle him, sliding your soaking pussy lips over his cock until it glistened.

A whiny moan slid out from Josh as he watched and his strong hands reached up to grasp your hips and tilt them, the tip of his cock finally sliding inside your body. You adjusted the top half of him, sliding up and down a few times before taking him in all the way, both of you letting out a whoosh of breath once he was fully sheathed.

“Oh my god,” you groaned as your eyes rolled back at the sensation of his big cock. “Wow!”

Josh snorted and gave your ass a light smack.

“See what you were missin’ out on?”

“Mmm,” you hummed as you began to ride him, slowly and purposefully, not wanting your first time together to be over in a flash.

“You feel so fucking good,” Josh stated as his hands slid over your body. “So good.”

The rhythm you settled into was natural, even lazy, like you had been fucking for years. It felt so right, to be here with Josh, to feel him moving inside of you as you locked eyes, both of you shedding your protective layers and letting yourselves feel exposed, finally knowing that all each of you would see in return would be a sweet tenderness, the kind that could easily turn into love.

“Touch me,” you breathed, leaning back to rest your hands on his thighs so he could have full access to your clit.

Josh’s fingers immediately went to work, stimulating your swollen clit. The sweat blossoming across his brow in tandem with the flush of red settling over his chest told you he was trying his best not to come before you did.

“Come, Josh. Come for me,” you commanded as you clenched your inner walls around him and swirled your hips.

His thumb stuttered across your clit until he couldn’t do anything other than grasp your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass bruisingly as he cried out, his hot cum flooding your pussy while you rode him through his climax.

He looked beautiful as he came, his eyes widening before slamming shut as a series of gravelly groans fell from his parted lips.

Swallowing for breath and still hard inside of you, Josh flipped you onto your back and reached between your thighs, furiously working your clit until you came, clenching around his softening cock.

Josh said something to you, but you couldn’t hear him over the roar of blood in your ears. You shook your head and raised your hand, silently begging him to give you a minute.

Josh placed light kisses across the heated skin of your chest, before shifting slightly so his weight wasn’t crushing you.

“What was it you said?” you asked when you could finally form a sentence.

Josh looked into your face, smiling. “That good, huh?”

You giggled and smacked his shoulder, again. “That was not what you said.”

His face turned serious as he nodded, clearly building his resolved to repeat his spontaneous emission.

“Will you be my girlfriend? I … I don’t want this to just be a one-time thing.”

You were speechless as your eyes roamed his face, your mind wondering how you got so lucky.

“Yeah. I wanna be your girl, Josh.”

“Fuck yeah!” he yelled, rolling over and pumping his fist into the air before he pulled you back on top of him, his hands tangling in your hair to pull you down for a kiss.

You pulled away after a minute to ask, “Can we cancel the party? Just do this instead?”

“And miss a chance to see you prancing around in a swimsuit for hours, knowing I get to tear it off of you at the end of the night?”

Your body flushed with a familiar warmth as you grinned. “Guess I didn’t think about it like that.”

“I can’t wait to show you off,” Josh whispered against your lips, both of you smiling as you exchanged sweet kisses.

#SMUT #Josh Washington x reader #female reader #josh washington #Josh Washington smut #Rami Malek characters

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 4 years

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Sneaky

You’re Chris’s daughter. When he tells you that he’s going out for the night, you take the opportunity to have your boyfriend over and hope that he doesn’t find out.

“Why are you on your phone during school?” Your dad asked as you picked up your phone. You rolled your eyes.

“You’re the one who called me,” you scoffed.

“I know, I’m just messing with you. Cheadle’s in town and asked me if I want to get dinner, so you’re on your own tonight. I’ll bring you something on my way home if I don’t hear you’re throwing a wild party.”

“That’s fine,” you shrugged. “Have fun.”

“I’ll be home around nine-thirty. You know the drill, lock the door, feed the dog.”

“Yep.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You clicked the call shut and locked your phone, prepared to put it in your locker so you didn’t get in trouble with the school, who insisted everyone put their phone in their locker during classes. And then you turned to your boyfriend, who was standing beside you.

“What was that about?” He asked.

“My dad’s going to dinner tonight, so you can come over,” you relayed. You lied about the last part – your dad was very strict about letting boys come over, just because he knew how he used to be with girls and you were exactly like him and the last thing he wanted was to have to take you to get a pregnancy test at the age of seventeen.

“He said I could come over?” Your boyfriend, Jack, raised an eyebrow. Your dad loved him, really, but if he knew you’d asked him to come over he’d say no. He would give you a hard, fast no.

“Well, he’s going to be gone, so it really doesn’t matter.” Jack laughed.

“You’re crafty. I’ll bring homework so when he comes home and I’m still there, we won’t be doing anything he wouldn’t approve of.” You rolled your eyes. Jack was a good kid, and that was probably why your dad loved him so much. Jack wouldn’t so much as touch your lower back unsupervised.

“Oh, come on.”

“He’ll find out, and I’d rather not get yelled at,” Jack responded. The bell rang for your third to last period and Jack looked up at the ceiling, kissed your cheek, and left for his own class. You walked to your own, grateful that at least you’d have some company.

You pulled into the driveway at half past three, knowing your dad was already gone, and were greeted by Dodger waiting for you at the door. You kneeled down and pet him before letting him out to the gated backyard. And, knowing Jack would be over right after football practice, you went and took a long, hot shower. You weren’t trying to seduce him, you were seventeen, but you still wanted to look prettier than you did earlier. You knew your plan was working when Jack walked in the back door, since he parked his car at the park down the street so your dad wouldn’t figure it out. Honestly, he probably would, but Jack would be gone by the time he got home.

“Can I borrow your books?” He asked as he walked up behind you, kissing your shoulder.

“You actually want to do homework?” You pouted a little, watching as he kneeled down to pet Dodger.

“That’s why I’m here,” he winked.

“Come on. I’m setting an alarm for nine so you can be long gone by the time my dad gets back.” You walked up the stairs, watching as he picked Dodger up to bring him too. You swore both your dad and Jack loved the dog more than they loved you. He dropped the dog down at your bedroom door, watching as the dog made his way over to the little dog bed beside yours.

“I’m getting in bed,” you announced, crossing your arms. “Feel free to join me.” Your boyfriend laughed.

��You do that. I’ll be over in a second.” You gave him a sly smile, knowing you were about to get what you wanted. In a few minutes you had your headphones in and were avoiding homework by watching Netflix, while he was beside you using your lap as a way to prop up a textbook.

You must have fallen asleep, because the next time you woke up, Jack was shaking you. It was dark outside, your phone was dead, and you glanced over at the digital alarm clock on your nightstand. You sat up, hearing the familiar noise of your dad shutting a car door. Jack looked alarmed, probably because there was no way out of the house if your dad was there. The only way to get back to his car was to go out the front door, where your dad was.

“Oh my God,” you sighed. “You should’ve plugged in my phone or woken me up, or…”

“I forgot what time it was! And you were sleeping really well,” Jack tried to say.

“Ugh, just get under my bed! And pull the skirt over you!” You shoved him away and stood up, listening as the key started fumbling in the front door. Even after living in that house all your life, your dad could still not work the keys. You watched Jack crawl underneath the bed, saw his backpack, and threw a folded blanket over it to hide it. And then you sat in the middle of the bed, plugging your phone in, and tried to act innocent.

“Sweetie?” You heard your dad call up to you. The smell of fast food wafted to your nose, making you realize how hungry you were, and you heard his footsteps on the carpeted stairs. You looked down again, hoping that Jack underneath the bed wasn’t noticeable.

“Hey!” You called at him as he entered the doorway to your room. You could smell Jack’s cologne a little bit, but you were wearing one of his old t-shirts so it could have just been that. If you didn’t stop acting paranoid, your dad would definitely find out. Your dad appeared in the doorway to your room holding a bag of food and a drink.

“Hey, how was school?” He asked.

“Fine,” you shrugged. “How was Don?” Your dad walked over to you and handed you the bag of food. You tipped your head when you realized there were two burgers and three sets of fries in there, almost like…

“Good.”

“Why’s there so much food then?” You asked, confused.

“I was halfway home when I realized I forgot to get you anything. And I drove past the park and saw Jack’s car. By the way, Jack, how’s your mom doing after the surgery?” You froze, eyes going wide, as you heard motion under the bed.

“She’s good!” Jack called. You shut your eyes, sighing, ready for punishment. “Thanks for the food, Mr. Evans.”

“Yeah, just ask me next time instead of sneaking guys into your room and under your bed that I know you haven’t cleaned in ages,” your dad sighed. “Jack, if you’d like to come out, you’re welcome to eat here before I drive you back to your car.”

“But… but we…” You stuttered. “What?”

“You’re talking to the king of sneaking girls into his room,” your dad said. “Oh, by the way, Jack, you can park your car in the driveway next time. Just make sure there’s room for me.” He winked at Jack, causing you to look over as he emerged from the bed. You felt your cheeks going pink.

“Yes, sir.”

“Also, did anyone feed the dog? Or were you two busy taking naps?”

#chris evans fluff #chris evans imagine #chris evans x daughter!reader #chris evans x teen!reader

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marvelmadam08 · 4 years

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Baby Blues 4/?

Summary: An unexpected visit from her mother makes Alex second guess some things.

Warnings: None

A/N: Tagging for upcoming chapters of Baby Blues is now open! Leave a comment of message me if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters.

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3 Weeks Old

Alex couldn't remember the last time she put a comb to her hair, but judging by the amount of shedding and knots she had to detangle, it was long overdue. She barely even recognized herself in the mirror when she stood in front of the mirror. Her hair remained in the same two braids, the bags under her eyes were big enough to hide all of America's most wanted criminals. And she didn't even want to think about what she looked like naked. She'd started wearing Chris's sweatshirts, and her over sized t-shirts around the house, the extra fabric hiding her post-baby figure.

Although Alex knew a snap back body didn't happen to new mom, she still held out hope that the "Mom-ba" (A Zumba class for pregnant and new moms) would've at least shaped her butt a little more.

"Hey." Chris greeted upon entering the room, he came over to kiss Alex on the cheek. He still reeked of the gym, his shirt stained with sweat and possibly baby spit up, or a spilled protein shake.

"Hi, looks like you had a nice workout." Alex watched her husband undress, pulling off his shirt first. A sight she use to swoon over, made her almost envious now.

Even when training for Captain America, Chris seems to able to eat whatever he wanted and still come out looking like- well a super solider. Alex and Scarlett, both on diets at the time, bonded over how unfair it was and how much they hated celery.

Chris caught Alex watching from the corner of his eye, she averted her stare down to her hands. Her nails were practically chewed down to the nub. He sauntered back over to her, a towel wrapped tight around his waist.

"Since Ace is down for his nap, you wanna join me?" He tilted his head towards the bathroom

"Can't- I'm not cleared for any strenuous activity yet." She kept her eyes down

"I know, we can just shower together." Chris bent down to leave a soft kiss on the base of Alex's neck "Completely innocent."

"Not in your vocabulary Evans." Alex pulled away "I'm gonna get started on dinner."

"Let's order in, relax a bit. I’m only here for a few more days, I wanna spend some time with my wife.” he pouts, he looked like Ace when he pouts

Chris started to kiss down the side of Alex's face and back to her neck.

"Chris." She playfully swatted at him, and pushed him back. "Go shower."

"Fine, I'll take a shower." He gave her one final kiss on the cheek followed by a smack on her ass.

Alex rolled her eyes, almost half a mind to actually take him up on the not so innocent offer. Chris was always extra affectionate before he had to leave, not that she minded. Being apart from each other sucked, limited to talking and sharing personal moments through video calls and texts. But she'd be lying if she didn't get a warm feeling in her stomach the whenever she woke up and Chris was still on the phone. That's how they communicated around the house now, at least if Alexander was asleep and they weren't right next to each other. He's such a light sleeper, and once he was finally down Alex worked overtime to make sure he stayed asleep. Going as far as putting a sign on the door saying "Sleeping newborn: ring this doorbell and get hit with a used diaper."

So when the doorbell rang, followed by knocking, Alex hissed at whoever it was before she even opened the door. However, she wasn't expecting her mother, who lived in Port St. Lucie, to be standing on the other side, with a bright smile and two suitcases.

Ma?" Alex gawked "What are you doing here?"

Her mother stepped inside and wrapped her arms around Alex.

"I'm sorry, I read the sign after I rung the doorbell. Is he sleeping right now? I wanna see my grandson so bad." She whispered

"Yeah, he's asleep. Ma, no offense, but what are you doing here? Why do you have suitcases? Is everything okay? Where's Dad?"

"Oh yes, everything is fine, your Dad is fine. I just came by to help out with Alexander."

Alex watched her mother roll her bags inside, still processing the information.

"B-but I didn't call you."

Alex's mother pursed her lips "I know. Sweetie, you never ask for help. You always try to do things on your own. So when Chris called me-"

"Chris called you?"

"Don't be upset."

Alex felt her teeth press down on her tongue, the words she wanted to say, not meant for her mother.

"Excuse me for a second?" Alex was already storming back to her room before her mother could open her mouth.

Chris hummed in the shower, unaware of his wife coming in until she ran the hot water in the sink.

"Ah, cold cold!" He flinched away from the water "Alex?"

"Did you call my Mom?"

Chris slid the shower door back. "What?"

"You called my Mom."

"Al-"

"Chris, I told you that Ace and I would be fine. Did you really believe that I couldn't be left alone with him without breaking down? Do you think I'm a bad mom or something?"

"What? No, of course not." Chris turned off the water and reached for his towel. "I just saw how much you were doing, and I didn't want you stressed the entire time I was gone."

"I appreciate that, but calling my mom to babysit me? You didn't even give me a chance."

Chris started to say something when Ace cried out. Alex immediately left for the nursery, by the time she got there her mother was cradling Ace, entertaining him with baby talk.

"Who's the cutest baby in the world? Alexander is, yes he is." She smiled "Do you know who I am? I'm your Nana. Say Nana, Na-na. I'm gonna spoil you so much, and if your Mama gives you any trouble just tell me."

"I don't believe this, my mother is plotting to go behind my back with my son." Alex jokingly accused "Renee King, I have half a mind to tell your mother."

Renee snorts "Good luck with that. You didn't have to come rushing in, I got him."

"I don't doubt that, but he normally doesn't wake up so soon from a nap." Alex failed to suppress the yawn from herself

"Aw does my baby need a nap too?" Renee teased

"No, I actually need to go started dinner."

"Okay, go, I can watch the sweetest baby in the universe." She tickled Ace's tummy "Who's Nana's little man? You are."

Dinner was, to say the least, awkward. Alex had forgotten to take the meat out the freezer, so they had no choice but to order in. Chris and Renee carried on most of the conversations, since Alex was giving Chris the cold shoulder for the time being. She knew it wouldn't last too long, neither of them would be able to live with themselves, if they weren't on speaking terms before Chris left, it was a rule they had. The only time they ever did, it was almost three years ago.

Alex couldn't even remember what they were arguing about in the first place, a comment said during an interview, maybe an ex, or their busy work schedules, who knows at this point. But they hadn't talked for two days before she had to leave for a press tour. On her way to the airport some idiot sped through a red light at an intersection, crashing into the car Alex was in. Chris never left her side, even after she was cleared to go home from the hospital.

Once the kitchen was cleaned, and Ace went down, Alex had to admit to herself how much easier it was having her mom help out. So she knew her petty, silent treatment with Chris wouldn’t last too much longer.

He was packing up a suitcase when Alex made her way to their bedroom. Alex started refolding the clothes he already had in the suitcase, Chris always half folded when he packed.

“You were right. Having my mom here does help me out a bit.”

“I still should’ve asked you before I called her.” Chris threw in pair of jeans “You know I don’t think you’re a bad mom.”

“I know.” She started to refold the jeans when Chris tilted her face up towards him.

“I mean that Al, you’re doing amazing.”

She tightly wrapped her arms around Chris’s waist “Thank you baby. That means a lot, and you’re doing great too.”

Alex stood on her toes to give him a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Chris pressed his lips to hers again, her fingernails softly scratched at the back of his head. “When do you get cleared for strenuous activity?”

“Not for another few weeks.” she sighed “But you’ll be back by then.”

“How about we go out to dinner once I get back?”

Alex dramatically gasped “Outside? Like with other adults?”

“And food we don’t have to cook ourselves.”

“Ooh, I knew I married you for a reason.”

#Chris Evans #black reader #chris evans x black ofc #babyblues #marvel #fanfic #Defending Jacob #Sebastian Stan #Bucky Barnes #captain america

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crypticdata · 4 years

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Full commentary is here bois

Ok, first. That intro? Literally made me feel like i was watching WrestleMania ngl lmao. (Also Karl just full on simping for Dream like holy shit this guy was 5 seconds away from offering sacrifices to the green man). Also what were those arena names???

Round 1:

I laughed at them just batting each other with fishing poles for a full minute ngl. Dream went straight aggressive and it wasn't a good move considering it was Techno's home field. Pig lord brought it back real fast but Dream did a good with that bow shot knockback to get him off his trail (it just didn't work lmao)

Round 2:

Both of them don't really attack for a few seconds but thats pretty much a staple of 1.16 pvp. Techno tries the crossbow knockback strat but we can clearly see Manhunt Dream just fuckin rise up with his normal aggressive af play style. Like damn, dude had no mercy.

Round 3:

Fishing 2: electric boogaloo lmao. Techno was really playing it safe this round, backing up and letting Dream come to him. Dream, like the psychopath we all know and love, just fucking rushed Techno. Strat seemed to work for a while before Mr. Blade straight up started murdering Dream. Like, holy shit it was so close Techno won by one (1) heart. I actually screamed at end of this and scared my cat lol.

Round 4:

Techno rolling a 3 on intimidation with that log stripping lmao. Dream really tried to play it safe like the Pig man last round but Techno wouldn't give up! Man kept chasing him until he was cornered. The pressure was there and both of them were fairly aggressive this round. Even with the home field disadvantage Techno fucking owned Dream, Poggers dude.

Round 5:

PSYCHOPATH DREAM MAKES A FUCKING COMEBACK HOLY SHIT??? Dude, if Dream was anymore aggressive he would be my mom with a Karen in a parking lot. Techno really tried to get back but the green just wasn't having it. No chance, A pig lead right into the slaughter hot damn.

Round 6:

Psychopath Dream still going strong with that utter obliteration wtf. Only 2 hearts lost??? This man. Techno really tried to go more aggressive but Dream was shielding like a boss dude. Those axe crits probably felt like a punch to the face to the Potato farmer. It was over so fast too. Might've been the fastest round yet.

Round 7:

Fishing strats honestly saved Techno here. That knockback really threw off Dreams groove and Techno just rushed it when he was distracted.That ending was still pretty close tho. Overall stellar match tho!

Round 8:

Techno had a strong lead that round, those crossbow shots definitely did some damage. But Dreams dodge moves and axe crit combo just gave him the comeback of the century holy fuck. i honestly thought Techno had that. Pog to Dream man

Round 9:

You could really feel the pressure this round. If Techno won this, he literally could not lose. You could tell both parties were being extremely careful. Techno fell back everytime he got hit and they fished each other for a pretty long time. Both of them was reluctant to attack first but Techno went full ham the moment both of them started attacking each other like godamn, man was clicking the shit outta his mouse. He switched to full aggressive the moment he was hit. Dream had it for a second but eventually Techno was just too aggressive ig.

Round 10:

THE FINAL ROUND! THE AMOUNT OF SWEATING I DID LIKE IM NOT EVEN THE ONE WHO'S PVPING WTF. Techno back at it again with the log stripping intimidation lol. Dream really went full manhunt mode on this round tbh, hitting Techno and then using the pillars to dodge and weave and try and get the Pig man's weak spot. But he was really screwed when they fully battled it out. Techno just got way too many hits in for Dream to still play as aggressively as he did. It could've worked, but it didn't this time and Techno got the killing blow.

Overall, the match was pretty neck and neck until the very end imo. It was devastating to watch as a Dream stan but i respect Techno for beating him in 1.16. Man deserves the crown he wears.

Also my favorite qoutes because honestly the commentary was 10/10:

"What are you gonna do if you end up losing?" "Im gonna cry"

"You're stealing Karl away from me!"

"I CAN'T GET 10-0ED NOW GUYS!"

"you're gonna drop that crown of yours ok king?" (Karl you fucking simp omg)

"He's been practicing 3 hours a day!" "They made hours that small?"

"How much health did he have?" "Uh- full, don't even worry about it" "BS"

"the most riveting gameplay in the world: fishing!"

"I DIDN'T GO TO FEDEX THIS MORNING TO GET THIS SHIRT FOR NOTHING!"

"I can only get 8-2ed now! POOOG!"

"Dreams one of the best players in the world, where is this coming from??" "Im not half bad myself" "l-l mean i can tell!"

"THATS MY DREAM!!"

"how much health was he on?" "He had 1 heart" "bruhhhhhh"

"It's now tied up again" "tied is good!" "I like ties"

"i just praised jesus and I'm not even a christian thats how happy i am"

"Give Techno a pep talk, let him know we're ready" "He doesn't need it but I'll do it anyway" (Chris out here being the hardest Techno stan)

"its only a 100 grand, don't be too sad" "Thank you- thank you Chandler"

"Techno is currently in the lead, can Dream tie it up again?" "Nooo, he can't"

"HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING (x3)"

"i think i broke my mic stand"

"10s of 1000s of Dream stans are watching from across the world" "Yes we are!" (Karl jfc control your simpness lmao)

"KARLS SUCH A TIER 3 SIMP OH MY GOD" (You said it Chris)

"If he wins this, it's atleast a tie for him. I don't want him to be that happy, i want you to be that happy"

"im so nervous im about to poop my pants"

"I used the rod I just had to remember Calvin's teachins"

"All i have to do is not get owned by Dream's epic axe crits"

"If you win the next one, 100 grand is being deposited into your bank account" "gasps that's atleast 12 pizzas!"

"Lets let the axes speak for theirselves"

"TECHNOBLADE YOU ANIMAL"

"lets be honest i thought i was gonna lose not gonna lie" (Techno out here with that low self-esteem)

"No beef" "I- no, i hate Techno, i hate him so much" "OH I HATE THAT GUY"

#dreamwastaken #technoblade #1v1 #mrbeast #i had to re watch the video 3 times to make this lmao

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bikeforlife · 3 years

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Bike Tour Blog

I honestly can’t believe I made it from the Pacific to Atlantic. This morning I woke up in my own bed for the first time since early February. Oh my god it felt so good. If a mattress maker wanted a testimonial, today would definitely be the day to get one from me. After 45 days straight of being on a bike it feels really good to be home.

On the first week we made from San Diego to Tucson Arizona. This section had some significant climbs through places like Alpine CA and Pine Valley CA and lots of desert riding in eastern tip of California and the state of Arizona. We camped in San Dunes CA where ATV’s are very popular and in places like desert view towers that had insane views of the Ko-Pah mountains. We also slept in a town park in small town in Arizona called Welton. I did snap my chain in Pine Valley but Tone was right there to help out. It was also the first time I rode my bike on the interstate and the first time I ever had rode a bike 10 miles straight downhill from the Ko Pah Mountains to Ocatillo California.

The next few week would take us through New Mexico and the beginning of Texas. The highlight of this section was the climb through the Gila National Forest on our way to Emory Pass. This section had absolutely breathtaking views and an abundance of nature. We climbed to over 8200 feet of elevation at the peak and went through awesome towns like Silver City NM and Hillsboro, NM. A couple days later we crossed the border into Texas at El Paso. This mammoth state would be approximately 1/3rd of the total miles we would cover. Many parts of the Us but especially Texas had recently experience significant weather event with snow, freezing conditions, and a failure of the local power grid. Fortunately we got to the state about a week after the weather had passed.

In Eastern Texas a significant portion of our miles would be on US highway 90. This would feature some awesome small towns like Marathon and Sierra Blanca Texas. The route also had remote areas of riding where there wouldn’t even be a gas station for 80+ miles. I found myself having more to think and unwind than at any part of my adult life. It was also during this stretch that we stayed at some great state parks. Seminole Canyon State Park and Lost Maples State Park in particular stood out to me. There is something magical about looking at the stars on a clear night without light pollution.

Eventually we went through Austin, Texas and I got to reconnect with my friends Jason and Max. After so much time pedaling through remote areas it feels really good to see friends and be in a city. Austin as a city has grown so much since I was there last. I ate great food during our off day and found an amazing bike mechanic that help me resolve a derailleur issue that had been lingering since San Diego.

We would hit a few more state parks on the eastern half of Texas and eventually crossed into Louisiana. After being in a very dry part of Texas the swamps of Louisiana offered a very different riding experience. For the most part the terrain was flat and the roads were in good condition. This part of the tour was special to me because of the amazing friends we made. During one week we stayed with Mandy in Deritter, LA and Perry in Jackson, LA. These amazing people took us into their homes and did everything they could to be helpful and make us feel at home. We were able to take a day off in New Orleans which was awesome. My friend Chris and his friend Bobby came down from from Jackson Miss and we all got a chance to hang. It was great to see Chris again after almost a decade of not seeing him. Hopefully I’ll make it to Mississippi at some point

The final stretch would have us riding through Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia and Florida. During this time we met even more incredible hosts. Kellie/Mason in Bay Saint Louis and Dave/Stacy in Bagdad, Fl were both incredibly kind and generous. Thank you for everything. The ride took us through places like Dalphin Island, Alabama. I never knew there were islands in Alabama . They are absolutely gorgeous.

We stayed in a couple more awesome state parks in this stretch. In Bainbridge Georgia we stayed in the east bank campground operated by the army core of engineers. They gave us a site right by the water and it was a pretty magical experience. The final section of the tour featured a massive uptick in the number of bugs in these parks. I found that during camping were almost always under attack from mosquitoes or being visited by either argentine ants, caterpillars , or bees. Bug spray can help but sometimes you just have to cover every single bit of skin on your body.

During the final day push to the ocean Tone and I split up. The original route that we were using had us going through Jacksonville to Saint Augustine Florida. He wanted to stick to the route while I made a decision to go directly to Jacksonville which was more direct to the Atlantic Ocean. For me the final day was filled with a range of emotions and thoughts. Admittedly even 10 years later I still have some anxiety of my past medical condition. As i’m riding i’m feeling a huge sense of accomplishment and simultaneous release of anxiety/stress. To be able to survive a full coast to coast tour of the United States on a bike is the kind of proof that the only limitations are the ones I place on myself. I think about my life with Riana over the past 10 years and how fortunate we’ve been to be able to experience living in larger cities, traveling abroad, and getting to start our own business.

I think about how grateful I am to Tony for doing this tour with me. I’ve known him for 15 years and he’s always pushed me to do things outside my comfort zone. From helping me get first passport stamp, to hosting great events, to now riding through the US on a bike. Particularly on this tour he went above and beyond. He help me with mechanical issues which i’m not particularly good at, he lead our route navigation almost every day, he found places for us to stay, and helped lead us through all kinds of unique day to day challenges.

My tour came to a strange end. I was on my way to stay at my friends Stephanie’s house in jacksonville when I stopped at a convenience store. When I came out my bike and all of my gear was stolen. This included my passport, clothes, tent, sleeping bag, paneers, bike tools, food, journal, and more. I tried my best to look through the neighborhood and called the police but no luck in recovering any of it. As unfortunate as this situation is, I'm grateful it happened on the final day of the tour just a couple of miles from my friends house. I won’t let that person take away my memories and diminish the experience. They are worth infinitely more than the material value of the bike and my belongings.

As i’ve had a couple of days to relax before going back to work i’ve been reflecting on the experience more. I absolutely would recommend doing something like this to anyone I know for a few reasons. It’s a great way to decompress. You have time to actively think and it helps your focus significantly. The riding is tough but manageable. I only rode my bike on a couple training rides beforehand. I was also asked a ton of questions from people about my experience. So I wanted to answer them one by one below.

What did you eat?

Being a vegan on a bike tour has its challenges. I ate a lot of clif bars, peanut butter banana burritos, trail mix, , Fritos chips, subway Veggie Delights without cheese and Impossible burgers from Burger Kings. Honestly a lot of days on tour it was challenging to find vegan friendly dishes. Thankfully our hosts made some really nice home cooked vegan meals and every large city we visited had great vegan options.

Where did you sleep?

It was a mix of hotels, backyards , rv parks, state parks, town parks , and then random wild camping. On nights where it was too cold to camp we opted for hotel most of the time.

What gear did you have? This was my packing list before the bike was stolen.

Tools Bag

Park tool Allen key Hand pump Kevlar spoke Back up derailleur Baby wipes Chain scrubber Degreaser Spare tube x2 3 tire lever adjustable wrench Poncho Hand warmer Head lamp

Food Bag Varies but generally 3 portable camp meals Clif bars

Back paneer 1

Extra water plastic jug - Nalgene Sleeping bag (40 degrees) Sleeping bag liner. (10-15 degree etc) Micro fiber Towel Waterproof socks Large winter gloves Small gloves Zip ties

Back paneer 2 Short tech shirts (red and green) Socks (long wool, short cotton Medium wool Blue t shirt

-Toiletries bag

Deodorant dr Bonner liquid and bar soap, bug spray toothbrush toothpaste back up Masks Hand sanitizer

Electronics bag Solar charger Headphone and charger Cell charger Extra water container - 3 liter emergency

Duffle Sleeping pad Wind pants Under armour Long sleeve shirts (grey , black , blue yellow winter Jacket

What was the hardest part? I suspect every single rider will have a different answer to this . For me there were two things that probably equally as challenging. First and foremost there are large portions where people are not wearing masks. It was very demoralizing to be in situations constantly where people have made a conscious decision to disregard the health of others. Since the services were so spread out I found myself having to get food from places that have anti mask propaganda on their front door.

Secondly this tour really taught me that I am more comfortable in cities and around people. It was charming to spend days riding our bikes through farm country in remote roads but eventually it began to wear on me and I found myself crave cities. Also in cities the percentage of people wearing masks shot up significantly.

What was your favorite small town?

I really enjoyed Silver City New Mexico. It was a quirky mountain with good architecture and really nice people. There was also a very helpful bike shop, great co-op, nice motel, and the town was filled with cool art.

What was the weather like?

For the most part we had good weather. I would say were typically 50-60’s during the day on the first half but colder at night. We were able to avoid some of the extreme weather that hit Texas but still found ourselves that was a little too cold to camp in. Most of the biggest issue that would we would face would be consistent headwinds. After a first week full of tailwinds the rest of the tour would almost always deal us 10-25 mph headwinds.

How many issues did you have with your bike?

There are always some day to day issues but the most common were flat tires ( I think i had 5 throughout the trip), My front derailleur was a consistent issue. The fenders on the bike were kind of a pain. However for an old 80’s bike with an older drive train it held up pretty well. I would recommend to anyone thinking about touring to consider customizing their bike to their own needs as opposed to buying a brand new touring bike. There will always be maintenance.

How did your body hold up?

For the most part I wasn’t in a lot of pain on this tour. Everyone’s body is different. I found that if I got a majority of my miles during the morning I would do much better. However on days where we were riding until close to sun down i found myself in a lot of pain near the end of the day. Most commonly knees, butt, lower back, quads. Occasionally my hands would be numb on long riding days.

How long did it take?

45 days coast to coast. During that period we took 3 full days off and had a number of short days (30-40 miles). I’m told that this was a very quick trip as many folks take between 60-70 days to complete this route.

What would you recommend to someone doing this?

There are a million things but i’ll try to summarize here.

If you’re touring with other people try to have honest conversations in advance about things like how many miles you want to shoot for a day. How early in the morning do you want to start pedaling. Where you are you comfortable staying. What kind of timeline you’re under with work? What food you’re comfortable sharing. If you’re comfortable deviating off the route to save miles/time. Ultimately the more you and your riding partners discuss this in advance the less confusion you’ll have day to day.

With your work I would communicate to co-workers honestly how involved you want to be while away. Some have traditional jobs that allow them to totally leave work and decompress. In my case as an entrepreneur I found myself involved on almost daily basis with work. For me that was comfortable but for others it might take away from their experience.

I would also make sure that you have a good instinct for eating food even when you’re not hungry. I had to learn this throughout the tour as my food options were limited with a vegan diet.

I would recommend that you try to do some level of training in advance. On my first bike tour I did almost no training and I was in pain almost right away. On this one I did some cross training and some scheduled rides. It made all of the difference in the world as far as my day pain levels.

Would you do it again?

I don’t personally know if I would do a tour of this length again. �� While I enjoyed the experience and the bucket list aspect of it I found myself going through the motions on a lot of days. I think I would enjoy much more doing a tour of a 7-14 days. Possibly if I’m ever retired I may feel differently but the looming pressure of my career was a bit hard to get through mentally.

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askeletonintheclosetfic · 4 years

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The one that probably needs bleach

“Out, damned spot! Out! Out!" -Lady Macbeth

December 1, 1986.

Apparently Scott's birthday is on New Year's Eve? He told us that he wants to celebrate it with the two of us. But following the nonsense last night with the blood running down the walls and the dead body found upstairs, neither of us have any idea if we're going to wake up in the morning.

Ceecee confessed to me that she could hardly sleep the night before. I knew it was from that sight. We didn't even see it but it was enough to have an impact on us. We're losing ourselves in New England with a serial killer on our tail. I just hope we don't lose ourselves along the way, because we could wake up murdered.

We arrived here in Hartford in time for Jonny Z to give the boys from Anthrax a ring to ask if they were alright at all.

Sure, we were alright. But the thought overhanging us, the thought that this person—Ceecee still doesn't believe the King of Hearts is a person, so I'm going to add the caveat of "thing" to that—could rip our hearts out and leave us to hemorrhage out around us. The thought makes me sick, but I have to trust in the network of streets here in Connecticut and in the Big Apple. Easy to lose him, but also easy to lose ourselves.

I will say this: earlier today, after we arrived here at the hotel, we all took showers because the rain water and the thought of blood left us feeling dirty. But no amount of soothing warm water could shake the filthy feeling off of my skin. I could lose this body before I have the opportunity to come even closer with someone, be it Joey or James or even Frankie.

I found a small enough towel for my body but even as I put on my robe, there was nothing else to dry myself off with. I tightened the belt and put on my slippers, and headed out of the room as Ceecee was making a call back home.

As I searched around for a clean towel for my hair, I padded through the hallway and passed by Anthrax's hotel room. The door hung ajar so I could take a peek inside. Joey stood there with his back to the wall: I had no idea what was going on, but only I could see he had taken off his shirt and unfastened his jeans, but he had never taken them off. I knew he had just climbed out of the shower granted his luscious black curls glistened in the light of the hallway.

He was in my direction but I knew he paid no attention to me. But his jeans clung to his hips even with them unbuttoned. His belly is absolutely beautiful, just gorgeous, being so flat and with that smooth coffee colored skin. He held onto the waist band of his jeans as though he was about to take them off, but he never did even as I strode on past him. He never turned his head as I made my way along the carpet, but I had no idea what he was doing right then. There's a part of me that wants to make love with him again in that bloody hallway.

It was so intense and in hindsight it gives me such a rush. Even with the King of Hearts coming after us, I can't help but feel hot about it. The feeling of death brings us all closer together. I want to feel that beautiful belly if and when I get a chance. I got to feel his chest, that's for sure, but I want to go lower.

Lars' high pitched voice caught my ear, followed by the word "Dave". I had no idea Dave was there, even as I made my way further down the hall to the next hotel room. Their room door stood wide open, and thus I could take a peek inside. Lars and James were seated on the foot of the bed closest to the door: the former had his left leg crossed over his right, while the latter sat there slouching and with his arms folded over his chest. Dave was nowhere to be found there in the hotel room.

James nodded at me and then Lars turned his gaze to me.

"Hey, Chris!" he called out in a joyous tone of voice.

I lingered there at the door frame and showed them a nervous smile.

"What's goin' on, doll?" asked James.

"Do you boys have any clean towels?" I asked them.

"Towels?" Lars echoed and knitted his eyebrows together. He turned to look back at James.

"I think we do?" said James with a deliberate, reluctant tone to his voice. "The maid brought some into the bathroom, but at least that's according to Kirk."

"Here, I'll take a look—" Lars stood to his feet and ambled into the bathroom on the far side of the room. James turned his head to me and showed me a thoughtful smile.

"So I heard you and, uh—" He nodded his head back towards the wall behind him. "—the song that closed the Iroquois nation had a little moment in Jersey."

"Yeah, I just hadn't seen him in a few days," I confessed.

"So you gave him a couple of kisses."

"Well, I won't deny it."

I could see it in James' blue eyes. He had opened up to me after Cliff's passing and yet I had made my way to Joey instead. Add to this, I had the possibility of Frankie, too.

"I still like you, though," I pointed out to him.

"I like you, too. I can't stop thinking about when we were sitting there in the Bronx and having coffee together."

"Just the two of us," I recalled.

"Just the two of us," he reiterated.

"I think it's just the feeling around us that I couldn't resist it, though," I admitted. James shook his head.

"Hey, you know, if it was me, I'd do the same." He nibbled on his bottom lip. I watched his tongue slither out from his lips. In hindsight, I wish I had done something for him right there given I wasn't wearing anything other than my bathrobe, but then again, Lars padded out of the bathroom with a clean fluffy white towel for me.

"Aw, thank you! Also, is Dave here?"

Lars hesitated in repose, and then his face lit up.

"Yes! Yes, he is." He showed me a mischievous grin. "Why?"

"Just curious." I flashed a momentary glance over at James who showed me a mischievous grin himself. It was that twinkle in his eye that I knew he wanted me more than ever.

I thanked Lars again and sauntered out of there. As I stood out there in the hallway, I ruffled my hair with the towel. I hung there next to their door for a moment. But then I caught a glimpse of something on the carpet from underneath the towel. I lowered the towel onto my face and peered over the folds at what I saw there.

Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. Or maybe it was the real thing. But after the sight in the hallway in New Jersey, I could take no chances whatsoever. I knew what it was even on a spot on the somewhat dirty carpet five feet away from me.

Blood. Blood there on the carpet.

The King of Hearts is here, and he's after for all of our asses.

I should probably give James another cup of coffee, because I don't know...

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mustangshelby04 · 5 years

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Boston Boy - Chapter 5

A/N Ready for some NSFW stuff?

Kate woke up and didn’t know where she was at first. Then she rolled over and smiled. She was in Chris’s bedroom and he was lightly snoring next to her with a blissful look on his face. They had come back to his apartment after the karaoke fun at the bar and they’d both been tipsy enough to fall into bed together. There hadn’t been any sex, but there had been plenty of making out and a few runs to second base and almost one to third.

Trying not to wake him, she slipped out of the king sized bed and padded to the bathroom. He had given her a T-shirt of his to wear to bed, but her breasts stretched it out in the chest area. While it had been a little aggravating to her, Chris had seemed excited about it, swearing that he didn’t care how stretched the shirt got because she looked sexy in it. She shook her head as she washed her hands. She would never understand the sexy part of it all.

He lifted his head when she opened the bathroom door and she giggled at his hair sticking in all different directions. Hers wasn’t that much better, but she had the weight from the length to at least hold the strands down somewhat. He turned over onto his back and pulled her against him as she slipped back in bed, settling her head on his bare chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” She said.

“It’s ok.” He kissed the top of her head. “Did you sleep ok?”

“Yeah. This mattress is the bee’s knees.”

She felt the rumble of his chuckle under her cheek. “We’ve got a game to go to tonight.”

“I know. I’m really excited.”

“We’ve got to get you in that lucky jersey.”

“Right now, I don’t want to leave this spot. You’re comfy.” He chuckled again and she looked up at him. “Thank you for not pushing last night.”

“I told you I want you to be completely comfortable with me.”

“I know. But I also know it wasn’t easy to restrain yourself. Things got heated and most guys would just keep going until the girl gave in, but you respected my boundaries and that means a lot to me.”

His hand came up and brushed some of her hair away from her face. “If you say ‘stop’ then I’ll stop. I’m not most guys.”

“Well, I said stop because we’d both had enough drinks that I wasn’t sure if either of us would be in the right frame of mind for anything more than making out. I didn’t want to take advantage of you or the other way around. If it happened, I wanted it to be when we’re both sober and able to make good decisions.” He looked at her curiously. “Ok, what I’m saying with that long winded and kinda weird logic speech is that…. Well, I won’t say stop this morning if you wanted to….”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, suddenly not able to talk because of the look in his eyes. It made her insides feel like boiling water.

Chris took her hand lying on his chest and brought her fingertips to his lips, kissing each one tenderly. He turned onto his side and she turned to lay on her back, watching him. He ran his fingers up one thigh, over her hip, and pushed the shirt up above her navel. Her breath caught when he deftly dipped his head down to her stomach, kissing and nipping all over her exposed skin. His fingers ran up and down her ribs and he kissed his way around her naval. He slid his hands up and the shirt slipped over her breasts and she raised her arms to help him take it off.

She watched him stare in wonder at her breasts. It almost made her self-conscious, but he’d done the same thing last night. His mouth found one of her nipples and she gasped. His tongue worked in circles around one breast while he kneaded the other gently with his other hand. Her hands found his hair and she ran her fingers through it, continuing one hand down his back as far as it would go. His muscles rippled under his skin as he moved himself above her. She let out a moan when his mouth moved to her other breast. His beard tickled and left a tingling sensation where it chaffed against her. Then his mouth was moving up her chest to her collarbone where he took his time kissing, licking, and biting from one side to the other.

Finally he moved his lips up to her neck and she dug her nails into his back. He’d discovered the night before that nothing turned her on more than his mouth on her neck. She let out strangled gasps when he would bite down. She was sure that she’d have hickies from it.

While his mouth played with her neck, one of his hands snaked down her body and lifted one of her thighs against him. She could feel how hard he was pressing between her legs and pushed her hips into it. He growled and bit down on her earlobe before pushing his lips against hers. Their tongues battled for dominance and she moved her other leg up to his hips and squeezed tight as she suddenly bucked and rolled him on his back.

He laughed as she began to return every single thing he’d done to her. Her long blonde hair tickled his ribs as it trailed up and down with her movements. Just above his sweatpants, she could see the cuts of his Adonis belt that drove her wild. She’d actually dreamt about running her tongue over those cuts when she saw shirtless pictures of Chris before she’d met him. Now her dream was a reality as she dipped her head and did just that. A moan escaped his lips and it made her smile that she was the cause of it.

She looked up his body at him and his blue eyes were watching her intently. She didn’t break eye contact as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pants and pulled them down. He sprung free and she chucked the pants to the side, wrapping one fist around him. He hissed when her mouth found his head and she began to lick and stroke him. His hips bucked and she slid him further into her mouth, obliging him as she hummed on and off. His fingers wrapped in her hair and she pushed him deeper into her throat, fighting the gag reflex. He was longer than anyone else she’d been with, but she would be damned if anything ruined this moment.

His breathing became ragged and his grip tightened on her hair. “Kat…. Baby, stop before you make me cum.” She pulled her lips away and looked up to see his expression. He looked blissful with his eyes closed and his mouth open as he took deep breaths to calm himself down. “Jesus, where did you learn that?”

Kate shrugged. “Cosmo magazine and practice?”

He laughed and sat up. “Fuck you’re incredible.” His lips caught hers and he pulled her on top of him. After a long moment, he rolled them so he was on top again and began licking, kissing, and biting his way down from her lips to her hips. It was torturously slow, but every second of it was making her wetter. Finally, he stripped her underwear off and dropped them to the floor. He spent several long minutes on each thigh, avoiding the place she wanted his mouth the most. Here he didn’t hesitate to leave marks on her skin. His teeth left indentations and she could feel the bruises forming.

The pain mixed perfectly with the pleasure, though. As his mouth worked on her inner thighs, one of his fingers moved to her opening and slid in, curling upwards and stroking inside her. She let out a loud moan and her head fell back on the pillow. She felt him grin against her thigh and he added another finger, pumping in and out as he curled them upward. Finally he moved his mouth over her clit and her back arched up. He used tongue and teeth in sync with his fingers to send her over the cliff once, twice, three times before he began kissing his way back up her body.

She was still trembling when he made it up to her mouth. “You ok?” He asked.

“I’m sorry, I seemed to have forgotten most of my basic information.” She said, cracking open one eye. “Please try again later.”

Chris laughed and kissed her. “Need a minute?” Her chest heaved nervously as she shook her head. “Good.”

A moment later, she felt him press against her opening and she opened her legs wider for him. He pushed into her slowly and her nails dug into his biceps. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and urged him on. He kept up an even pace, pushing as far into her as he could get before withdrawing slowly, rolling his hips with every motion. He kissed her just as slowly, languishing in the feel of her wherever he could.

A fine sheen of sweat appeared on his body and the salt from it invaded her taste buds. “Don’t hold back, Chris. You won’t break me.”

“I want to savor this.” He said, but his pace was already beginning to quicken.

“Let me help with that.” She pushed him over and rolled on top of him.

Straddling him, she slid him back inside of her and started to move. Her pace was quicker, but not punishing. Her hair tickled his thighs when she would throw her head back. She enjoyed watching the faces he made and the feel of his hands touching everywhere he could reach her. Eventually they settled on her hips and he helped her move up and down against him. Suddenly, she fell down against him as she cried out. Her orgasm had snuck up on her and Chris held her tightly to him as she rode it out.

He moved out from under her, leaving her laying on her stomach as he kneeled behind her. His hands ran up and down her back as his lips made their way up her spine. He moved her hair to the side so he could concentrate on her neck. His teeth left marks on her shoulder just above one of her tattoos. When he thought she was ready for more, he gently grabbed her hips and pulled them upwards. She indulged him and got on all fours, leaning her weight on her forearms and giving him a beautiful view of her backside.

Kate watched Chris over her shoulder as he took a moment to savor the whole picture. She had a nice, round ass that completed the hourglass figure of her body. He desperately wanted to spank her, but he was worried that was too much too soon. He settled on kneading each round in his hands and watching her react to it. Her skin was flushed and he could see the marks he’d left on her. He swelled with manly pride and moved closer to her. She moved her hips back against him and he entered her from behind. Not holding back this time, he pounded into her. They both groaned and grunted and one corner of his fitted sheet popped off as she balled the fabric in her hand.

“I’m so close, baby.” He said. She fluttered and seized around him and he couldn’t stop himself from finishing right behind her. They both held as still as possible, but their bodies still spasmed from their orgasms. Finally they both collapsed back down onto the bed, Kate spooning her back against his chest. He wrapped an arm around her and held her tightly against him.

She loved the tickling feeling of his beard on her shoulder. “That was….”

“Amazing.” Chris finished for her.

“Yeah. That works.”

“What were you going to say?”

“I don’t even know. My brain stopped working a while back.”

His laugh rumbled against her back. “Let’s get some rest, maybe do that one more time, and then take a shower and get you back to the hotel so we can get that lucky jersey and get to the game.”

“Sounds like a plan.” She stifled a yawn and snuggled closer to him.

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Chris sat in the living area of Kate’s hotel room flipping through pictures on her laptop. They’d brought it with them since he hadn’t been able to look at anything the night before. She was in the bathroom brushing out her hair and putting on some makeup. There were a couple of noticeable hickies peeking out from her jersey, so she grabbed a white turtleneck from her bag and tossed that on.

“Kat, these pictures are really good.” Chris said.

“Thank you.” She said, walking into the room and sat down next to him to put her boots on.

“I mean, really good. The angles are perfect. And this one,” He brought up one of her friends’ engagement boudoir sessions and chose the one of her lying on her stomach in bed laughing. “She just looks so happy.”

“Because she was happy. Her boyfriend had finally popped the question after waiting eight years.”

“But you captured that moment. It’s stunning.”

“That’s her favorite picture out of the bunch.”

“Kat, you should show these to somebody.”

“Who would I show them to? I really only take pictures of my friends. The wedding that I did was for someone who remembered me from high school while I had no idea who she was. Because my memory sucks from that time period. I don’t think those are my best because I didn’t know them.”

“No. Those pictures were great. I love the one with the groomsmen looking at the groom’s ring and freaking out.”

“They were real sports. Up for anything I wanted to do. The bride and bridesmaids were all stressed and grumpy. It was hard to get them to do much beyond smile.”

“That makes these pictures even better.”

“Well, there’s not been much call for pictures lately.” Kate stood up and went to find her coat.

While she was gone, Chris emailed himself a few of the pictures with intentions to show them to some photographer friends of his he’d made over the years. “Hey, where are your modeling pictures?”

She came back, coat in hand, and sat back down. He watched as she scrolled through a bunch of picture folders until she came to one that said “Me”. She clicked on it and sat back to let him look at them. There were multiple folders, each labeled with the photographer’s name and a date. He clicked through them, making comments about a few of them.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said as he finished one set and moved on to another.

“Maybe one day I’ll believe you.”

“I hope so…. Oh! Wow!” He’d found her boudoir session.

“The photographer is a friend of mine. She had a masters in psychology, but decided she’d rather take pictures for a living. She’s absolutely amazing. She’s won a bunch of photography awards. She convinced me to do this session. She said it would be a form of therapy for me. That I might find some confidence that I needed.”

“Did it work?”

Kate shrugged. “I was so self-conscious through it. I was especially embarrassed about my body and my looks. Then she showed me the pictures and I didn’t recognize the woman looking back at me. She was so confident and…. Powerful.”

He pointed at one of her sitting on a bed, leaning forward, and looking directly at the camera. Everything in her eyes and face showed someone who was ridiculously confident and fierce. “That’s the woman that I see when I look at you. Strong, beautiful, sexy as hell. You should be proud of these pictures.”

“Oh, I am. It took a lot for me to do those. They helped me decide to give burlesque a try. Most people do these photos for a significant other. I did them for me and I usually don’t show anyone else.”

“Thank you for letting me see them.”

She shrugged. “Well, you’ve seen me naked and you didn’t run for the hills. So I didn’t think these would scare you off.”

He smirked. “Well, there’s an off involved, but it doesn’t have anything to do with fear.”

Kate laughed. “Oh my god! You couldn’t possibly be up for another round! You’ve gone three today already.”

“What can I say? You’ve created a monster.” He set the laptop aside and leaned over to her, nipping at her earlobe. “I just want to spend my days making you….” She let out a moan when he moved her turtleneck down and nipped just under her ear.

“Chris, we’ve got a game to go to.”

“Then I’ll make it quick.”

“You’re like a horny teenager.”

“It’s your fault.” He got the button on her jeans open and she scooted down some to give him better access. “Shit, you’re wet.”

“It’s your fault,” She breathed as his mouth caught hers.

He slid his fingers inside her and she let out a breathy moan into his mouth. While he worked her over with one hand, his other hand was undoing his belt and fly. She reached over to help him and eventually they got his jeans half way down his thighs. Kate stood up and moved her jeans to the same area and sat on Chris’ lap, easing him inside of her from behind. She leaned back on his chest as they began to move. His hand found her clit and she let out a cry as the sensations started to overwhelm her. His mouth found hers and they groaned into each other as the pace quickened.

“I’m close.” She said.

Chris wrapped his free arm around her and held her in place as he moved his hips, thrusting into her as he brutally flicked her clit. She felt her orgasm slam into her and then another right behind it as he continued to thrust and flick. Just as she was coming down from hers, he came, too, jerking inside of her until the sensations subsided. The two of them sat there, boneless and panting, until their heart rates slowed down.

“Four.” He said into her ear.

She laughed and moved off of him, adjusting her jeans back on her hips. “Are you trying to beat the world record?”

“Maybe.” He chuckled. “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. I’ve only got these two weeks with you and….”

Kate looked at him sharply. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve only got these two weeks with you and then I go to Savannah to finish filming for at least two months.”

“What happened to seeing where this goes? Am I just a fling?”

Chris looked confused for a moment, but then his face brightened. “Oh! No! No! God no!” He fixed his pants quickly. “Kat, no, you are not a fling. Not by a long shot. I’m not saying we only have these two weeks together and that’s it. I’m saying I won’t be able to touch you for two months and I want to be able to stockpile before then. And I do want to see where this goes. I’ve never cared about someone so deeply and so quickly before. And I think you feel that way, too.”

“We’ve only known each other for four and a half days. Long distance relationships are hard enough when you’ve known the person for a few years let alone a few days. How do you know two months apart won’t kill us?”

“Because I have hope. Yes, long distance is hard, but it’s doable. Especially in today’s society. We can video chat and text and talk on the phone. You could come visit the set on weekends. You said you get weekends off, right? I could fly you down on a Friday after you finished work and you could fly back on Sunday evening. It doesn’t have to be every weekend if you don’t want. I know you’ve got friends and a life to live.”

“You shouldn’t spend so much money on me.”

“Why?”

“Because you shouldn’t.”

“Can I be the judge of what I spend my money on? If I want to buy you a plane ticket to come to Savannah to be with me for a couple of days, then I will. You’re not taking advantage of me, if that’s what you think. I’m offering this to you. I’m offering this as a solution to how we can make this work.”

“We’ve still got a week and two days before I tell you if this is going anywhere.” She looked at him coyly and he chuckled.

“Kat, something tells me that everything we’ve done today is not something you do with someone you don’t care for on a deeper level.”

She shrugged. “It’s not.” Kate took his hand and played with his fingers. “You know, you’re as wonderful as I had you made out in my mind to be.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. Don’t burst my bubble.”

Chris pulled her to him and kissed her. “I will do my absolute best.” He looked at his watch. “Shit. We’ve got to go.”

“We’ve got a game to win!” She leaned over and kissed him before jumping up.

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“These seats are amazing!” Chris said over the roar of the crowd. The game hadn’t begun yet, but the teams had gone on the field already. They were sitting on the Patriots side about ten rows back from the sideline at about the 30 yard line.

“I had to take out a 401k loan to afford them, but they’re totally worth it!” Kate said. She looked around. “Are you ok down here? I know you’re not the biggest fan of crowds.”

“I’m great.” He grinned at her. “I’m surrounded by my people and I’ve got my girl at my side. I couldn’t be better.”

She blushed and looked down at her lap. “Four days and I’m your girl, huh?”

“I doubt I’ll be looking at anyone for a very long time, if not ever again.”

“Chris!”

“What?”

“If ever? Really?”

“I’m not ruling out the possibility. Like I said, I’m not proposing, but I want to see where this goes.”

“That’s going a long, long, long way.”

“Maybe. I kind of hope so.” He took her hand and gave her one of those knee melting smiles.

“Ok, and how do we deal with your life in front of the cameras and mine completely away from any kind of limelight?”

“You’re not completely away from any kind of limelight. You’re a burlesque performer. People know your stage persona, I’m sure.”

“It’s completely different than your situation. You walk red carpets and make blockbusters. I get up on a tiny little stage in a bedazzled costume and take my clothes off to music.”

“You inspire people. You’ve told me that you’ve had people come up to you and say that they want to do burlesque because you inspired them. They wanted to be brave like you and get up on that stage, too. And some of them have even done it. You’re braver than I am. I would never have the guts to get up and do that.”

“And what will your fans think when they find out Captain America is dating a nobody burlesque performer?”

“You’re so much more than that, Kat.”

The roar of the crowd drowned out anything she would’ve said to that. The teams were taking the field to begin the game. Kate looked up at Chris as he made noise for the Patriots and shook her head. Was she really falling for this man?

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space-helen · 5 years

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The King

Words: 2536

Pairing: Captain Pike x Reader

A/N: I really really enjoyed writing this one and am pretty proud of it. One of the best ones I’ve written recently, and longest so I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Reader, Pike and Spock go on an away mission to a less than open-minded planet who are stuck in their old fashioned ways. The Captain has to quickly deal with a situation which leads to him and the reader getting closer than expected.

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You loved Starfleet and loved your job, however you hated away missions most of the time, especially when they involved going to planets which held pre/early 1900s earth views. The captain thought that the away mission was going to be simple. Go down, complete negotiations on the planet with their ruler then return to the ship. The away mission was to only last a day or so.

The captain was wrong, upon arrival everything seemed fine, but the longer you stayed on the planet the longer you realised they held many of the same views Earth had during the early/pre-1900s. You’d heard about it all in textbooks in history class and you were glad everyone on Earth had changed their ways.

After a couple of hours on the Planet the ruler, or as everyone called him the King, was ready to greet the away team. Pike, Spock and yourself were stood in the palace throne room awaiting the king's arrival. Spock and the Captain were discussing the upcoming negotiations, you’d been brought on the mission as security for the Captain and Spock, the natives were not hostile but you couldn't be too safe.

As the king entered the room you all looked up in the direction of him. As he stood in front of you, with his huge security detail he began to speak. “I am the King. You must only address me as that. I see you are the three Starfleet has sent to negotiate with us.”

Pike stepped forward and bowed before addressing the King “King, I am Captain Christopher Pike from the Starship Enterprise, I have brought two other members of my ship with me. We are more than humbled to be here.” yep Chris was trying to get on the good side of the King to make negotiations later easier. As Chris finished what he was saying the King took his hand and shook it.

Next Spock stepped forward and made his introductions in the same way Chris had. Next, it was your turn, you bowed before the King and made your introductions. “I am Lieutenant Y/L/N I am here in support of the rest of our party, your planet is breathtaking”

The King grabbed your hand but instead of shaking it like he did the other two men he brought it to his mouth and kissed it before dropping it slightly and inspecting your hand. “I see you are unmarried.” before you could answer he continued raising his voice slightly. “How dare a woman and an unmarried one at that address the King. Stand back in line. She may not attend the negotiations.”

In shock, you stumbled backwards and into line, you looked next to you to see Chris next to you with his mouth agape before stepping forward. “King you are mistaken. Lieutenant Y/L/N is married she just, however, is not wearing her ring.” he always knew what to say. You stood still waiting for the King’s response.

“If she is married she should be with her husband not here. Make her return to the ship.” The man said staring at Pike.

You panicked, you couldn’t go back to the ship even though you wanted too from the way you were being treated. “She’s married to me.” The man quickly spat out before rushing over to you and gently grabbing your hand and making you step forward with him.

The king looked between the two of you before he spoke again. “Very well, she may stay but must adhere to the rules other women on the planet must follow. She may sit in negotiations if you are present Captain Pike but she may not contribute or address me or any of my men.” You felt your heart dropping and your blood boil, you were being belittled into nothing, Chris lightly squeezed your hand sensing that you were uncomfortable “It is also very unconventional that you both are not wearing rings, it is not something we are familiar with, you also referred to her by a last name which is not your own, why is this?”

The man stepped forward to explain to the man that you had been unable to find suitable rings for the both of you and that it wasn’t uncommon for the woman not to take the males name. You peered behind you towards Spock, the man raised an eyebrow as you shrugged your shoulder and shook your head. The man seemed as puzzled as you were.

After being given a tour of the palace the king insisted on giving you a tour of the area that it was situated in. Pike looked at you and let go of your hand, which he had been holding for a long period of time to keep up the charade, before approaching the King "excuse me King but shouldn't we be holding the negotiations? It's getting pretty late in the day."

The King looked at Chris and waved his hand dismissively "We shall do those tomorrow, you will have a suit in my palace for tonight. Let me show you my planet"

Pike nodded and closed his eyes on frustration for a second "very well." He knew he had to stay on the King's good side.

Spock, Chris, the King and yourself were all sat in the carriage. The King and Spock one side and Chris and yourself the other. To begin with, the two of you were sat quite rigidly next to each other, but after a couple of questionable looks from the King, you gently grabbed Pikes hand. You'd been friends for years and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for the man so keeping up this marriage charade wasn’t the worst thing ever.

After a while he moved his hand out of yours, confused for a second before he wrapped the arms behind you and pulled you into his side. You looked towards the King and Spock to see Spock glance at you before looking away and the king look at the two of you longingly. As the King looked over Chris bent his head down and placed a kiss in your hair, you felt your face heat up as this happened.

The sun began to set and the King had stopped talking you through the tour, the last thing he said was “enjoy the views of these beautiful mountains as we make our way back to the palace.” As you gazed out of the window at the beautiful sunset over the mountains you felt your eyelids getting heavier before long you naturally rested your head on Chris’ shoulder and tilted your body into him, you felt his grip tighten as you fell asleep in his arms. Chris looked down at your sleeping form before gazing up at Spock, the man had a questioning look in his eyes yet it quickly dispelled as he averted his gaze to the scenery.

Before long you had arrived back at the palace, Chris gently shook your arm and you sat upright and stretched before looking out of the window, it was now dark. You quickly followed the King and Spock out of the carriage.

Upon entering the palace the King stood in front of you all. “I personally shall show you your suites for the night.”

“Thank you King” Spock spoke from next to you. You followed the man through the palace and into an area of the palace which was familiar, he stood in front of the first door on the corridor and opened it “Mr Spock, this will be your room for the night. If you need anything don’t hesitate to contact one of the staff.”

Spock nodded “Thank you King.” before entering the room.

The King continued down the corridor, missing some of the doors on the corridor puzzled you kept following him until he approached a large set of double doors which members of his staff opened for you. “Here is your room. Much like I said to Mr Spock if you need anything don’t hesitate to ask the staff.”

You gazed into the room and instantly realised it was a couples suite. Your heart leapt and you looked over at Chris you took your hand and gently pulled you forward into the room. “Thank you, sir.” You smiled at the man and made your way in.

Once the doors were closed you moved over to the bed and sat on the edge. Chris taking a seat next to you. “I’m sorry for saying we were married.”

You turned to the man, an apologetic look on his face and you placed your hand on his leg. “Chris there’s no need to apologise. If you hadn’t I would have been sent back to the ship. Everything needs to go well tomorrow. Plus it wasn’t all too bad.”

The man smiled and his eyes sparkled in the light. “You can say that again.” You stood up before looking over at the dresser. “Looks like they left us some nightwear.” approaching the dresser you picked up two bundles of clothes tied together with ribbon, before returning to the man and handing him his bundle. “I’ll get changed in the bathroom, I’ll be back in a second.”

You walked into the bathroom and undid the ribbon on the package, considering the fashion on the planet they had given you something rather ‘earthly’ to wear, it was a typical pyjama set with cigarette style trousers in a silky material. You quickly buttoned up the shirt brushed your hair and re-entered the bedroom to see Chris in just his boxers. “Oh, uhm sorry. You quickly said taking a step back into the bathroom.”

“Y/N no it’s ok. The set they gave me didn’t fit. So this is my next best option.”

You took a step back out of the room again to see the man taking a blanket from the bottom of the bed and moving towards the sofa in the suite. “Chris, what are you doing?”

The man turned and looked at you. “I’m going to have the couch, you take the bed.”

You instantly felt guilty “Chris I can’t let you do that. We’re both adults we can share the bed.”

The man took a step towards you, “Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure,” you said as you sat on the side of the bed and got under the covers “Now get in.”

The man dropped the blanket at the bottom of the bed before moving around to the free side of the bed and getting in, you turned over so you had your back to the man reaching over to turn your bedside lamp off. You pulled the cover right up to your chin and felt the man shift before turning his light off. There was a couple of minutes of rustling before he stilled, you listened to the man's breathing, it was calm and level, before long you fell asleep.

The bright sunlight streaming through the glass windows woke you up, your eyes fluttered open and you shifted slightly, moving the bed sheets out of your face. Blinking a couple of times before you realised something was off there was a weight around your waist. A second passed before you realised what the weight was. You turned your head slightly to see Chris asleep on his side facing you. You quickly turned back to your original position and closed your eyes, you didn't mind the position you were currently in, it made you feel loved and safe. You should move, he was your captain, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You were dozing in and out of sleep when you felt the man gently hugging your waist tighter and bringing you towards him. You moved slightly and the man began to move more. He was waking up. The man removed his arm from your waist and lay on his back you slowly turned over and looked up at the man “Morning.”

He smiled at you “Morning.” there was a short pause “I’m sorry for” he gestured towards you with his arm “That.” you could see him blushing slightly.

“It's ok, just keeping up the married charade,” you said as you stood up. The man laughed slightly as he brushed a tried hand down his face. “I’m going to get dressed. Negotiations will start soon.” You picked up your uniform and entered the bathroom once again.

You sat at the negotiations table and played with your hands. Chris was next to you discussing options with the King. You began to bob your leg up and down subconsciously, you didn’t realise you were doing it until Chris reached his hand under the table and placed it on your leg to stop, you looked up from the man's hand to his face, he was still making eye contact and addressing the King.

After a short while, the King addressed you “Lieutenant Y/L/N you may leave the table.”

Confused you looked at Spock, Chris and then the King. “Excuse me.”

Chris put his hand on yours which was on the table “it’s ok you can go.”

You raised your eyebrow at the man and slowly stood. Walking out of the room and to your temporary room. You quickly approached the beg and lay down, reflecting on your time on the planet and with a certain Captain.

Before long Chris returned to the room to get you. “Negotiations are all done, I’m back in one piece.” his arms were outstretched as if offering a hug.

You smiled and sat up from the bed you approached the man and hugged him “Thank God.”

You pulled away slightly but the man kept you in his arms, brushing a couple of strands of hair behind your ear. “How about we have food together on the ship once we’re back, it’s the least I owe you for pretending to be married to me”

Your heart leapt at the man’s proposal. “I would like that very much, but I think it was the other way around, you were pretending to be married to me. I would have been sent back to the enterprise if it wasn’t for you.”

The man laughed and let go of you. “Come on Spock’s waiting.” he put his hand out and you took it, both walking hand in hand to the front doors of the palace. You let go of the man’s hand and went to stand next to Spock. “Thank you, King, for having us here. We wish you well.”

The king nodded “Thank you for coming, it was a pleasure to have you. I learnt a lot from you. Good luck with life and your marriage.”

Chris’ mouth twitched up into that classic half smirk of his before he thanked the King once more, taking a step backwards to you and Spock he opened his communicator and requested the three of you to be beamed up. Just before the gold rays surrounded you he reached down and grabbed your hand. As his hand made contact you felt yourself being beamed up onto the enterprise.

Maybe you’d change your mind about away missions.

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The King of the Gods Pt 5

Tom Hiddleston/Loki x reader

Lady Death: This is a sequal to the Interview with a God series I completed a few months ago. This picks up months after the original story ends. If you haven’t read IWAG, HERE is a quicklink to Part 1 or you can find it on my Master List !

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The King of the Gods Part 5 (WARNING: This chapter is very emotional; alcohol and depression triggers)

For all the pain erupting through your body, there was a numbness inside of you that created a pit in your chest. Though your cheeks were still sticky from the tears you had cried while leaving Asgard, none graced your eyes as you rode in the passenger seat of the Escalade David drove. Normally, you would be in the back with Tom, but not now.

'Never again,' you sourly reminded yourself.

After finding you in the woods, spit out of the Biftost like it rejected your very existence, David wrapped you in his jacket and carried you out. When he tried to set you in the backseat you sharply requested to sit up front with him.

He didn't pressure you, gently setting you in the passenger seat without question before hoping in the car himself to put this place behind you both.

The two of you rode in the darkness with silence until getting to town. In the most forced way possible, David cleared his throat.

"Do, uh…. Do, Do I need to take you to a hospital?" he asked uncomfortably.

"No."

"Are… are you okay?"

"No." You swallowed hard as your eyes caught the green reflection of your dress in the window. You pulled his jacket tighter around you.

"Sleep," you whispered to yourself, "I need sleep."

It was quiet another few minutes before Dave pressed further, "Y/n? I know I haven't known you very long and I know it really isn't any of my business, but…" He couldn't help but cut his eyes over at you, taking in the way you had reclused into yourself, bringing your knees up to your chest and hugging your legs. "But you know, if anyone did anything to you, anything to hurt you, I'm a safe person, I mean, not to sound weird, but you know if something bad happened, I can take you, ya know, to go talk to the police, its-"

"No!" It hadn't even occurred to you what this must have looked like from his point of view. Sighing, you answered,"No one did anything. Tom… To-Tom and I broke up."

"Oh," he processed. "Ok, but that still doesn't explain-"

"How did you know where I was?" you interrupted.

The question caught the driver off guard, but he answered, "Chris called. He said he needed me to come get you, and then said my services are no longer required. I'm supposed to still be paid out through the rest of my contract which is good I guess but…" He paused. "I don't really know what to think about it, to be honest. What exactly happened? Where's Tom?"

"He left," was all you managed, slinking further into the seat while your forehead pressed the cold glass. It was somewhat soothed to the throbbing from beneath your skull. "He's not coming back."

David's brow furrowed. Taking it all in, he wondered, "Then I guess you won't be staying at the hotel anymore?"

That hadn't even occurred to you. Closing your eyelids, you felt the sting of all your sobbing. They were dry. Too dry. "No, I guess not."

"So how about I help you get the stuff together and take it back to your place?" The offer took you off guard enough that you turned to look at him. Still watching the road, he shrugged his shoulders, "I mean, it's the least I can do. And if Tom's not coming back, his stuff doesn't need to just stay there for house keeping to pawn on eBay."

"Yeah." You managed to sit back up in the seat, taking in a deep breath before saying, "Thank you, Dave."

David smiled sadly, then turned up the radio to some talk show you tuned out. When the two of you got to the hotel, he walked you up to help clean out the room.

However, once the doors opened and you looked out into the room you had spent months wrapped up in the arms of Loki, the place you last made love, the small corner of the world that had been reserved for just the two of you, you felt such a sting in your chest you couldn't bring yourself to move.

You would never see him again.

He would never be returning.

This bundle of luggage was all you had left to remember your relationship with the god of mischief.

Dave lightly tapped your shoulder as he presented a rolling cart. "How about we just pack it into the car?" he suggested after watching your inner turmoil begin to bubble to the surface in twitches. "That way you can just go through it when you're ready?"

You nodded and helped him load the trolley to carry all of your and Tom's belongings down to the Escalade. One by one, you loaded the bags into the back before heading to your old apartment.

David was kind enough to help tote things up to your place, making a few trips since your apartment didn't have the equipment to help. When it was all said and done, you and Dave stood in the middle of your living room, looking down at Tom's life stacked in a few large duffle bags and boxes.

"So he's really not coming back?" he asked quietly.

You nodded your head, handing him back his jacket. "Thank you, Dave. For everything."

Taking in a deep breath, he shrugged the coat back on before reaching into his pocket and handing you a business card. "I may not work for Tom anymore, but should you need anything, please call me." He gave you a small hug, something he had never done before but you appreciated the sentiment all the same. It was hard to let go, knowing he was the last person on Midgard that tied you to your relationship with Tom.

'With Loki,' you corrected.

When David finally left, you looked back out into the apartment you had all but abandoned.

Mail you collected when you came by every once in a while was piled up high on the counter, the kitchen was spotless from months of no use, and in your bedroom, your bed remained untouched.

You dragged your feet, landing with a thud on your couch in front of everything that had been brought from the hotel.

You stared at it for several minutes before gaining the strength to look inside the first bag. It was all things you had seen numerous times, clothes, a few books, some fan memorabilia. But when you pulled out his black long sleeve shirt, you were taken back to the night you truly felt connected with Loki, finally beginning to open up and let you see him as himself. Standing up, you stepped out of the Asgardian gown from Elsa and slipped the shirt over your head. Bringing the fabric up to your nose, you breathed in the remaining scent of your god of mischief.

Casting a glance at the balcony, doors bolted closed, you realized you hadn't stayed the night here since Hela forced that image of Loki killing you into your head. Looking around one last time, you felt a nausea start to creep up your esophagus.

It was all too overwhelming.

"I can't stay here," you breathed out, feeling a light panic in your chest. The memories, they were all too raw, it threatened to eat away at your sanity, causing your heart to pound. In a hurry for no reason other than fighting an anxiety attack, you gathered a few needed items into a purse, slipped on some leggings and shoes before bolting out the door.

You needed air.

*****

After watching you fall through the bifrost Loki solemnly followed Odin back to the palace, keeping to himself. His father bid him goodnight, poorly soothing his son with, "It's best not to dwell on dealings with mortals. You'll see, in the end she made the right choice for you both."

Loki didn't answer, instead he drifted his way through the corridors like a ghost, keeping his eyes low while he tried to run through what could have possibly made you leave the way you did.

Barely looking at him, not speaking a word.

Simply disappearing from his life like he had meant nothing to you at all.

Once he looked up, he realize he had unconsciously brought himself back to his old bedroom.

Walking inside, he sank into the mattress, resting his elbows on his knees as he rubbed his hands back past his face, lacing his fingers through his hair before letting loose a truly animalistic howl.

"Brother?"

Loki looked up, surprised to see his brother standing in the doorway holding a bottle of wine in one hand and a set of golden goblets in the other.

"I thought you may could use some company-"

"No."

The response was short as Loki glanced back down at his fists in his lap. Thor shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other, trying to think. "Are you sure, I can just sit with you, drink a little… We, We can talk about-"

"What did she say to you?" Thor froze, eyes wide as Loki got up from his seat. "Surely y/n said something to you that led to you sending her back to Midgard," the crowned prince pushed, taking a few steps towards his brother, "She loved me. She said she just needed time, why would she do this? Why would she leave without saying a word to me?" His eyes glassed over from unshed tears as he wondered, "What have I done to deserve absolutely no explanation?"

The god of thunder looked like he wanted to speak, but with a sweat forming on his brow, he averted his eyes before answering, "She loves you, Loki. I know she does, and you need to know she does. But this isn't her life, she wasn't raised to live in the world of gods and you know it. She built a life on Midgard, a good life."

"I could have given her a good life here, but she didn't even give me a chance!" Loki roared, catching his brother off guard enough that he nearly dropped his things. "I've been patient, I told her I wouldn't make her stay, but she could have at least…"

He broke off, turning his away from Thor as his shoulders dropped. Loki ran his hands over his face while he took in an unsteady breath.

"What if she never wanted to be with me, Thor? What if she never truly wanted me, what of its been my influence that's kept her with me for so long?" Looking back towards him, he finished, "What if it just took until now for it to wear off? Or maybe coming back to Asgard broke the command?"

Thor had no words of solace for his brother, his jaw dropped in utter shock of what to do in this situation. He had never seen Loki so frustrated and upset, leaving him unable to adequately react or comfort him. He stood there waiting for a words to formulate for him, but then Loki requested, "Go. Now. I'm in no mood to be around anyone."

"Are you sure, you don't seem like you should be left alone…"

Loki glanced back over his shoulder, his voice unnervingly steady as he demanded, "I. Said. Go."

Thor, feeling a lump form in his throat, lowered his head before laying down the wine and goblets by the door. Turning to leave, he offered one last time, "Should you want to speak…" But he stopped when he saw Loki ignore his comments to walk back to his bed.

"Just go."

Thor took the door handle in his hand, the weight of the evening weighing heavy on him as he pulled it closed.

Dragging his feet through the empty halls of the palace, Thor couldn't help but question his own loyalties at this point, even cursing Baldur for manipulating him into this situation.

Once he got to his bedroom, he intended to quietly sneak into bed until the door swung open at his arrival to show an unhappy Elsa.

"Where. Have. You. Been!"

****

You had been walking for nearly an hour through the city streets before you came across the neon lights of beers and liquors in the windows of the only bar open 24 hours a day.

Walking through, you were quick to notice the few people sitting at scattered tables, either speaking to one another or sitting alone with a bottle.

You made your way to the bar, sitting on the farthest stool.

"What'll it be?” the bartender barked without so much as looking up from the bottle he was already pouring.

You hadn't drank in a bar in so long you couldn't think of anything aside a jack and coke, the signature bar drink in movies.

When he set a can of coke next to a shotglass overflowing with knockoff whiskey, you took in a breath like you were about to dive underwater and downed the shot. You quickly chased it with the coke, feeling the intense burn trickle down your throat like lava.

"Want another?" the bartender teased at your scrunched face, smiling so that you could see that two of his teeth were missing next to a golden tooth.

You pushed your shot glass towards him. "Yes. Please."

He quirked a brow at the monotone, broken sound in your voice before filling your shotg again.

Even as the sun began to rise, you stayed on your barstool.

“Don’t you work, lady?” he asked, getting ready to shift change with an older woman with a tank top and tattoos up both arms.

“I’m off. Supposed to be off all week.”

The woman smiled at you, her colorful hair tossing as she readied to fill your glass. “Well, then I guess you and me are about to be real good friends, huh, shoog?”

You barely glanced up from your phone, answering with, “I guess so.”

All this time, you hadn’t realized how few photos you had taken with Tom, much less as Loki. You scrolled endlessly back and forth through the few you had, swaying gently in your seat as the drinks went more and more to your head.

When she passed you another can of coke, the multicolored woman couldn’t help but notice the devilishly handsome grin of Tom flashing across your phone as you swiped left and right. “Ya reminiscing about old boyfriends?”

You cut your eyes at her over your coke.

“Okay, sorry, I get it, I’ll stop buggin. Tammy knows when Tammy isn’t wanted. But just so you know, that coke is the last one I got.”

“Then I’ll just take the tequila bottle.”

“It’s whiskey, girl, and I think you have just about ran up a hundred dollars sitting here.”

“What?” you blurted out, nearly falling out of your seat. Realizing you yelled, you whipped around to see who else was there to witness, thankful to see you were both alone.

“Look, I’ll make you a deal, drink some water for a little bit, you ain’t gotta talk to me. But I’m gonna call you a cab so you can go home and-”

“No!” you hollard this time, but you weren’t embarrassed that time. The fear was real, even under all the alcohol it was cripping to face your apartment.

Tammy handed you a water bottle, shaking her head, “Then you ain’t gotta go home, shooga. You can keep Tammy company.” She flashed you an overly toothy smile but you accepted the invitation, folding your arms out onto the counter. It only took ten minutes before you fell asleep to the light country music playing in the background of Tammy’s humming and cleaning.

*****

Thor stood, frozen out of sheer terror of what was surely about to transpire before she stated, “I waited in y/n’s room all night for her and she never came back, and then I realize you’re still not back from the party. What’s going on?”

“Y/n… went back to Midgard.”

"What do you mean ‘went back to Midgard’?" Elsa barraged him with questions, watching Thor cradle his head while he tried to sort through what had happened but not letting up until he answered something. He tried to answer the questions without implicating himself, merely offering that he knew she was gone. "Why would she leave, wasn't she going to live here with Loki? I thought they were happy he was forgiven and that he retained his title of crowned prince? Why would she go?"

"She-"

"I mean, you said that they really loved each other, how could she just abandon him like that, when he really needs her the most?"

"I-"

"I just really thought she would be good for him, I cannot believe she would do this, have you gone to speak with him yet? He must be devastated!"

"He-"

"And what did Allfather say about it all? Surely he wasn't ok with a mortal just coming here and galavanting away in the middle of the night… Wait…" She looked over to Thor as something clicked in her mind. "I thought only a god could wield the Bifrost key?"

Thor was noticeably silent at that realization, having originally left aiding in her departure, making Elsa's brow furrow. "Thor, how did-"

"Baldur and I-"

"Thor!"

He didn't look up to meet her gaze, knowing he could no longer lie to the woman he loved.

"Thor," she repeated as she went to her knees in front of him to take his hands in her own. "Please tell me what happened."

He shook his head, "You won't understand. It had to be done…"

"What did?"

He finally looked back up, biting down on his cheek as he tried to work out how to verbally explain what exactly happened. "Baldur told me Allfather intended to cast y/n out. He said there was a chance she would be in danger, that Allfather was infuriated when he found out Loki named her an oracle…"

That reminded her, "She did tell me that, but why didn't you?”

Thor shook his head. "You know the qualifications Allfather has for an oracle are strict. She had no training, no education, no special lineage to speak of." Looking back down to his hands he finished, "Baldur said if we didn't do something, Allfather would. So, to ensure no harm would come to her, we distracted him and Loki… then lead y/n to the Bifrost."

Elsa rose from her husband, correcting, "You led her away behind Loki's back? But it was to save her, surely he would understand-"

"No!" Thor stood, locking eyes on her as he explained, "Loki must never know. He'll be angry with all of us, not to mention he could leave to go after her."

"He should go after her! He loves her, she loves him, you have no right to-"

"I did what I had to for our family!" Thor defended. His wife’s argument went mute as she took in what he truly meant. "What do you think would happen if Loki goes after her, Elsa? Who do you think Allfather will name king in his stead if Loki leaves?"

She went silent.

"If Loki doesn't take the throne, Allfather will force me to stay here, don't you understand? I'm doing this for us, for our children. This isn't where you want to live, and it's not where they need to grow up." He took her hands and brought them to his face. "It's the only way for us to be free of this place."

Elsa stepped away from him, letting his hands fall empty. "How could you? Even if it's for me and the kids, how can you believe this is right? All this lying? Your poor brother doesn’t deserve this, and neither does y/n, you can’t keep this a secret!"

"It’s necessary!" he roared.

"Then I'll tell him!" she argued just as fierce, "I'll tell him what you've done but when he hears why, he will be forgiving, Thor. He deserves to know the truth, you can't let him think she left him of her own-"

"I forbid it."

"You what?"

Thor's face was dark as he stepped closer to Elsa, towering over her small frame with lightening forming behind his eyes. "You are never to speak of this to Loki, Elsa. I forbid it."

And just like that, his command was law, the influence enough to make her grow rigid. Elsa's face lost color at the instruction, realizing what he had done. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she bit back tears of anger. "All of this because of your father? You're betraying one of the only friends you ever had in this world, not to mention disappointing me beyond all reason, and for what?"

"For you. For our children,” he spoke low, “You may be angry with me now, but when we are allowed to return home, you'll see I was right. And if Loki was in my position, I guarantee you he would do the same.”

"And it'll be worth it?" she asked coldly, "Betraying Loki just to ensure your own happiness?"

Thor inhaled to calm himself before he offered, "No. But right now it's the only thing I can do to save the people I love. I’ve lost someone close to me before because I didn’t protect them from this accursed place, I’ll be damned if I lose anyone else in the name of the king. So for now, this is what we have to do."

Elsa lowered her head with a shake before turning to leave.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice no longer threatening but now broken.

"I can't be here with you, I need a minute to myself." She turned to look at him, her eyes rageful and wet as she finished with, "Unless you're going to make me stay?"

He swallowed, not speaking while he watched helpless as Elsa walked out and slammed the door.

Looking down at his hands, the god of thunder who once felt so sure and so invincible had to wonder, "What have I done?"

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A Taste of Home-Chapter 5

Warnings: Language.

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You stood back from him, dancing anxiously and shamefully on your feet, mulling over the pitiful train wreck he must think you are. He was chatting on his phone, you were too preoccupied to care about to whom, or what the call consisted of.

“Ok, so. I’ve got a car on the way since I was totally counting on you to be my ride back to ma’s house. But, in the meantime, gimme your phone.” He opened his hand, and gave you eager brows of demand.

You obeyed his obviously impatient ask, and handed over the nearly dead device, watching him swipe a thumb over the screen. He held yours in one massive hand, and his in the other, nodding back and forth between the two.

“Thank you very much.” He matter-of-factly thanked you, still never looking up but handing back your cellular.

His screen was hidden, and he was tapping rigorously at it, and suddenly you heard the robotic beeps of an outgoing Facetime call. Chris turned his hat backwards, maybe to take away its casting shadow over his face, and his eyes turned dark when the beeps stopped.

“What in the fu-“ You knew that voice on the other end. This would be so pleasantly bad….

“No, no. I talk, you get to shut that ugly fucking mouth.” Chris sarcastically closed his eyes and held up a wagging finger to the person on the receiving end of his call. “Now, I don’t know your name, nor do I give a shit. So, we’ll just call you the very appropriately given name in Millie’s contacts as shithead. Okay, shithead?”

You were horrified, and mortified, and hot, and confused like no drug could ever make you.

The man you once called your spouse made no peeps, undoubtably nearly drunk with confusion and questioning his current grip on reality.

“See, that bullshit, ya’ know, with Amelia’s car, that just doesn’t work for me. So, I thought I’d ask, no demand, as politely as my saint of a mother taught me how, that you reverse whatever little stunt you orchestrated. She was MY ride home this afternoon, and I don’t take too kindly to being left stranded in the middle of Boston. NOR, do I take kindly to any piece of worthless shit like yourself treating someone I care about as such.”

“Woah, woah. Let’s just wait a minute here. What in the hell do you have to do with Amelia?”

Chris’ teeth crunched together like gravel under an 18-wheeler, and like a mood ring, you could see his face illuminate the same red of his boiling internal anger.

“Chris, it’s fine, okay? Let’s just let it go.” You sought out his arm to fiddle with the phone, hoping you could disconnect the interaction with the ‘end’ button.

“Wait, is she… is she there? Amelia?”

“Yes, she’s here, you imbecile. We were having a perfectly nice afternoon, and your smug little fuckin’ face had to crash it all the way from Texas. Millie never mentioned she and I were old friends, huh? Well, how’s that for a surprise, you smug shit.”

“Now, I see what this is all about. Mill had to run to her rich friend and beg for a little money, did she? If only her precious little blog hadn’t tanked, maybe she’d be standing on her own two feet. Do yourself a favor, Mr. Evans. Leave her right where you found her, and keep moving. A man like you doesn’t need a girl like Millie, we both know that.” Your ex drawing at straws attempted very foolishly to buddy up with Chris, playing the ‘we’re men, and we think alike all the time’ card. You certainly agreed with him though. Chris didn’t belong anywhere near you, and for the life of you, none of his kindness made any sense.

Your chin dropped like a beaten, timid dog whose owner mistreated him when no one was looking. Chris cleared his throat, and raised your eyes to his. He spoke at Ben, looking directly into your tear-rimmed eyes.

“This woman is so beyond your fuckin’ league, you rotting piece of trash. She’s talented, witty, fun as hell, and lightyears too beautiful for any to disregard.” He turned a cheek towards the phone, and you heard Ben audibly gulp. “And if…. This is your last warning, you fucker. If you don’t turn that tow truck around and have her car back here in one piece within the hour, you’ll answer to me. I’m not usually one of those assholes to play the celebrity bit. But ohhhhhhh, Benny Boy. We both know that I can absolutely ruin you within minutes.” He hung up as a punctuation to the very real threat, Ben’s hands tangled in his hair.

Hearing the loyal, threatening, protective way he had so thoughtlessly jumped to your defense without hesitation erupted your pupils with need to thank him. But not in the way that a friend would thank another friend. Or, the way that would be appropriate for the middle of the street in broad daylight. Never. Not even your once husband who had made a fucking career out of coming to an individual’s defense, had ever swept in to preserve your honor as such. You couldn’t capture his tongue, or jump his bones out of appreciation, but you needed to touch him. You needed to convey with action what words just couldn’t justify. So, you settled for a smothering, waist clenching bear hug. Connecting your cheek to his stone chest, you squeezed him. Squeezed him and smelled him, but hopefully he didn’t catch on to the sniff you gave his t-shirt.

“Thank you. You meathead asshole, you.”

His chuckle rumbled into your ear as he reciprocated your embrace, rubbing calm hands up and down your back. “Take note, Mills. I expect you speak up for yourself like that the next time that worthless shitbag pulls something like this. I know you’ve got quite the mouth on you, Calvert. Tell that fucker where to shove it. You hear me?”

Your chin perched just below his perfect peck as you looked upward to him smiling down at you. He ‘booped’ your nose curtly, then playfully knuckled a noogie atop your already matted hair.

“Ay, Ay, Captain…” Your cheeks puffed with the withholding of a hearty laugh.

“You’ve had that one on cue, haven’t you…” Chris rolled his eyes with knowing sarcasm.

A dark sedan with impossibly black windows suddenly wheeled next to a parking meter just down the way from the pair of you, and his phone buzzed in unison.

“That’s our car, you asshole.” He lovingly shoved you away. “Get in before I make you walk home in those shoes.”

“How very un-captain of you, Evans. I’ll be speaking with your agents about such lack of chivalry.” You playfully punched his arm, and smiled when his feet bumbled beneath him.

“There’s that smile, Calvert. I’m telling you….”

…

Your business meeting with Chris’ connection had came and went without a hitch, and now, only 3 days later, you were stepping off your flight towards baggage claim at LAX.

The shoot would be held somewhere in the Malibu hills, and you’d been informed your styling would be for both male, and female models. It was a collection announcing a breakthrough designer from London, so once you learned his identity, you delved into the world wide web for exploration.

A car was waiting just as expected to pack yourself and your suitcase to a suite at some swanky beach spot near the water where you’d be sleeping the next 3 days. There would be the shoot this afternoon, the edits tomorrow, and the editor of the magazine had simply gifted your third day as a gesture to her friendship with Chris. You were certainly not in Kansas, or Boston anymore, and this was truly your first taste of real success in the world of fashion. All thanks to the mysterious kindness of your generous friend.

When you unloaded your wheeled suitcase from the trunk of the car service at the gates of your hotel, you could’ve drooled with envy. It was bright, and airy, and tastefully large, and you were now more so eager to investigate the extravagance of your suite.

Checking in, a bellboy carefully took the bags from your hand, ushering you into the elevator destined for the 25th floor where another member of staff waited beside your room door with a fizzling mimosa. Tipping the both of them, you latched the door behind you and turned into the window-front view of your home-away-from-home. It was perfectly decorated with whites, and sandy creams, and flowing drapes. The king mattress crisp with plush sheets, and a balcony fit for royalty called your name.

Upon your quizzical assessing around the room, you became pleasingly distracted but a healthy bouquet of creamy alabaster orchids on your counter next to a folded piece of cardstock.

Hope your flight wasn’t unbearable.

Enjoy yourself. You’ll be amazing, I know it.

There may be another surprise later in your day….

Oh, and check your phone when you arrive.

Chris

Following his vague direction, you pulled your phone from the pocket of your purse, clicking the button to reveal a text from the very man in question. It was a playlist titled ‘Malibu Barbie’ with a message attached:

C: Wear sunscreen when you go to the beach. Blast this playlist marvelously put together by mwah, and always, always drink before 10 a.m. Only in Malibu, baby.

Scrolling over the array of music, you smiled at the presence of songs such as ‘Hot Child in the City, Malibu by Miley, of course, Soak up the Sun, and a welcomed repetition of Ellie Goulding, your favorite. But, how would he know? You banked it as another of the slightly creepy, but always flattering ways of one Chris Evans.

After finishing the perfectly portioned morning cocktail, topping a wicker hat obviously appropriate for the beachy climate, you checked your watch and called for the return of your car. You’d gotten to appreciate the balcony view for a brief moment of downtime, but planned to wind down with a good read later tonight and hopefully catch the sunset.

The studio where you were scheduled to shoot was quaint, and very minimally adorned with props so the focus would only be on the undoubtably beautiful designs you were to highlight. The same woman, Tess, who you had met with days ago welcomed you as you climbed the stairs to the dressing area.

“There’s our girl. How was your flight, Amelia? You look rather rested.” She kissed each of your cheeks.

“I think it’s only the glow of adrenaline you see, but thank you anyway!” You surveyed the room of cameras, and makeup chairs, and light bars. “Again, thank you so much for the opportunity!”

“No need, love. Your work speaks for itself. Now, let’s get up to the dressing room and meet your models, shall we?”

Tess tucked her arm into yours, making you feel strangely… in place, in this world of fashion and editorials, as you had longed to.

She pulled you into a brightly lit room, unpainted brick walls lined with racks, upon racks of lavish fabrics. There were shoes in every color, belts of any length, and hats for every occasion.

“Now, you’ll be working with a male, and female model today, as the designer is trying his hand at menswear this season. So, wait here, mosey around a bit, and I’ll bring them in.”

You walked the hangers, brushing a hand over the variety of velvets, and suedes, and leathers, and tulle. You let yourself have a bit of a giddy fit knowing Tess had briefly left you to yourself, impulsively squealing and bouncing reservedly from one foot to the next.

“I won’t tell anyone about that little dance for a price…”

Surely. No, surely not.

Propped in the door, all casual and handsome like nobody’s business with his hands smashed into the pocket of his acceptably tight jeans, one sneaker crossed over the other. His eyes seemed a bit puffy with the early hour, and his dirty yellow shaded hair climbing in all directions.

“You followin’ me, Evans?” You narrowed your eyes in skepticism, dropping your purse on the floor by a chair before slowly drawing nearer to him.

“If I say yes, would you be flattered of afraid?”

He pulled your hand to swipe you into a hug, uncharacteristically kissing your hand.

“A friendly helping of both, of course.” You meekly let yourself blush. “Seriously though. What’s going on?”

“Well,” he found his way to sit on the sofa beneath the window. “I thought you might be all nervous, and clumsy, and well… predictably Millie about today, so I figured I could be your model. It will be good for Tess and the magazine, plus, I thought having a friendly face around would make you feel a little more at ease. I had a couple days so I thought, “why the hell not, Chris’”.

It made sense in its own way, but you still couldn’t fathom what made him fly all the way out here with his schedule the way it is. He only had a week or so left in Boston before he leaves for filming, why did he mess with the hassle of a two-day trip across the country?

“And I mean, come on? You know I’m a damn good muse, Mil.” Chris winked.

“I’m just concerned how any of these clothes are gonna cover you, beefcake. You’ll rip through every shirt I put on you.” You retorted, winding up and down, back and forth around the racks.

“I could always just do the whole thing in the nude. Wear a pair of the guys shoes, or something.” He cocked his head nonchalantly in that smug, but mind-blowingly sexy way.

The shoot went almost entirely without a hiccup, and the only little snag you did hit was your female model getting a little too handsy with Chris all afternoon. You weren’t at all going for anything risqué, or romantic in any manner of the word, and although every piece of fabric you put on her looked annoyingly flawless, it took way too long to get her to settle her hormones.

The designers every creation was constructed like the perfect masterpiece, making your job for the day a cinch, and you hoped when he flew in tomorrow to approve the final photos that you’d done him justice with your styling.

“I think that might be a wrap, guys and girls.” Tess clapped, tucking her water bottle in the crook of her armpit to free her hands.

The room followed suit, and clapped and hooted, murmurs of ‘thank you’s’ and other flattering filled your ears.

“Tess, wait. Hold up a second, everybody. I have one little suggestion, if I may.” Chris weaved through the crowd towards his editor friend.

“Let’s hear it then.”

He looked to you, shit eating grin already capturing his face.

“Amelia, our amazing stylist, is too peculiarly beautiful to not get in front of that camera for at least one shot. Am I right?”

Every member of the crew immediately followed Chris’s eyes as his smile fell in your direction.

“Oh no, no, no. I’m definitely a behind the camera girl, Chris. Kourtney did an amazing job, we got more than enough shots for today.” You protested, trying to inconspicuously locate the nearest exit.

“I think he may be right about this one, Amelia. As much it pains me to give this fool any credit at all.” Tess marched towards you. “Let’s head into the dressing you. I think I may have a suggestion as to what you should try on…”

You staggered an uneasy line re-entering the bustling set of photographers, styled at the very capable hand of the publication’s editor-in-chief. You couldn’t break apart the spellbinding crush your eyes suddenly had on your bare feet as the chatters about the room decreased to murmurs.

“You are a vison, gorgeous! Mr. Evans knew what he was talking about, clearly!”

The photographer boasted as Tess escorted you in front of the bleached plainness of white backdrop. His praises were able to miraculously capture your attention, and your pupils to his, finding an observing Chris standing at his side.

His blue-flamed stares were categorically forceful, and accidentally intrusive. His face read blank on one hand, but you could almost see the penetrating waves oozing from him if you tilted your head just right, and squinted hard enough. He was deep in thought with either captivated admiration, or robust disgust at you in your state of very foreign glamour compared to how he’d seen you as of recent. Your throat contracted in a gag analyzing his batting eyes, and arching brows.

You kept your theatrics and posing to an appropriate minimal, careful not to take away from the calm beauty of your ensemble, and you were able to somehow, with bold effort, let yourself do your job acceptably despite your most handsome audience member.

“Fuck.”

Chris covered the laughing lines of his mouth as Paul turned the camera toward him, seeking a second opinion on one of your shots.

“It’s stunning, Mil. I swear to you. You look absolutely phenomenal.”

Paul motioned you over, in clear agreement with Chris, to reveal the already selected shot for the spread. The captured view of your marvelously bold, sharp-turned jaw elicited a baffling gasp from you.

“I think that’s really a wrap, folks. A beautiful one, might I add.” Tess announced.

Chris swooped in to crush you into embracing arms, gifting a prolonged kiss to the crown of your unusually tamed head. He seemed almost more contented than you were with todays turn of events, and never had anyone ever made you feel so, so accomplished.

“As fucking gorgeous as you look right now, how about you go get changed, yeah? I’m taking you to dinner tonight. Seems we’ve got some celebrating to do, superstar.” His muffled, wet whispers demanded the attention of every hair on your body as goosebumps began spreading like wildfire. A kiss behind the curve of your ear to the typically untouched spot made you want to sing out like the tabernacle choir.

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The Book of Life reread

Today I finished re-reading The Book of Life by Deborah Harkness. I will be doing my reactions about episodes as well (as soon as I re-watch them) and comparing the show to the first book.

My reactions, notes and everything (a.k.a. I shamelessly love Baldwin) under the cut. There are some trivia I forgot about, things i hope to see in season 3 of A Discovery of Witches, some stuff referencing the previous books (the previous only because I haven't read Time’s Convert yet) and what not.

BEWARE OF SPOILERS FOR THE BOOKS. IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE BOOKS, DON’T READ THIS POST. Enjoy!

[ a discovery of witches | shadow of night | the book of life | time’s convert ]

the book takes place in 2010 & 2011 in the span of 12 months

It’s not just Diana’s hair that has changed. Philippe’s face had a look of wonder. Diana is with child—Matthew’s child. Emily examined her niece more carefully, using the enhanced grasp of truth that death afforded. Philippe was right—in part. You mean “with children. ” Diana is having twins. Twins, Philippe said in an awed voice. - MY FEELS. I really hope we will see ghost Philippe and Em (if they decide to kill her after all) even though they didn’t show us Bishops ghosts in season 1;

Phoebe reached up and straightened his collar, her olive eyes full of concern. Marcus had taken to wearing more formal clothes than concert T-shirts around the same time he’d started to sign his letters Marcus de Clermont instead of Marcus Whitmore - and he still wears Converse! That being said, I need to see his style change in season 3 as well;

“Third, do not, under any circumstances, get within arm’s reach of my father. Agreed?” Phoebe nodded - Oh, how the tables have turned. First, Matthew didn't trust Marcus with Diana (to the point when he said he would kill him without hesitation if he thought Marcus was being a threat to Diana). Now it's Marcus who doesn't trust Matthew with his mate;

Baldwin’s favorite wine is claret and he has a cellar full of the Bordeaux. Hamish, as seen, loves the wine too;

distinctive licorice-root scent of Marcus Whitmore, and he tamped down the flicker of anger that accompanied his realization that Marcus was using Philippe’s old office - What did you expect, Matthew? Philippe was Marcus's grandfather, he has every right to use his old office. Besides you were gone for months, you have no right to be angry at Marcus. he’s a Grand Master now, he needs his space too;

Marcus, the family’s democratic idealist, had fallen for a blueblood - i just like this quote okay? it tells us a lot about them;

Without Fernando’s care, Hugh would have shown up to fight with nothing but a volume of poetry, a dull sword, and one gauntlet. - I need this comedy spinoff now;

Matthew said through gritted teeth. “I won’t take her freedom—no matter what it costs me. - nice parallel to A Discovery of Witches quote - “The king just sits there, moving one square at a time. The queen can move so freely. I suppose I’d rather lose the game than forfeit her freedom.”;

Baldwin turned to level his strange golden-brown eyes at Matthew - his eyes are not strange, they are beautiful!;

Scientist. Vampire. Warrior. Spy. Prince. Assassin. - about Matthew;

“I thought Hamish was keeping my finances.” He’d left piles of documents for me, all of them awaiting my signature. “Mr. Osborne took charge of your marriage settlement from milord. These are the funds you received from Sieur Philippe.” Alain’s attention lingered for a moment on my forehead, where Philippe had placed his blood to claim me as his daughter. - not only did Philippe made Diana his blood-sworn daughter, but he also gave her so much money!! Alain invested them so Diana would have more of them MY FEELS;

“Sieur Philippe worked on this letter for over an hour. He made me read it back to him when he finished, to be sure that it captured what he wanted to say.” “When?” Matthew asked hoarsely.“The day he died.” Alain’s expression was haunted. - BENJAMIN AND NAZIS NOT ONLY BLINDED PHILIPPE AND BROKE HIM TOO BUT PHILIPPE STILL WROTE A LETTER TO DIANA, MY HEART;

The last time I was held against my will, you were my jailer, Baldwin,” Ysabeau said in a syrupy voice. “Will you do the honors again?” “Not this time,” Baldwin said - COME ON, I NEED TO KNOW MORE;

After that drama Baldwin will soon grow bored and return to New York. - Here’s what i need to know: where the heck does Baldwin live? He came from Venice, he has houses in London too and at the end of the book it’s said he spent much time in Berlin, DO YOU LIVE IN ONE PLACE AT ALL OR ARE YOU JUST TRAVELLING EVERY FEW DAYS BECAUSE OF WORK???;

“Phoebe will not become a vampire. I forbid it.” Matthew’s voice was quiet, but it seemed to echo in the crowded room. “You don’t get a vote. This is our decision—Phoebe’s and mine,” Marcus said. Then he threw down the gauntlet. “And of course Baldwin’s. He is head of the family.” Baldwin tented his fingers in front of his face as though considering the question, while Matthew looked at his son in disbelief. Marcus returned his father’s stare with a challenging one of his own - HAHAHA SUCK IT, MATTHEW IT’S NOT YOUR DECISION, STOP CONTROLLING EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE THANKS;

Baldwin had dragged the de Clermont men and Fernando out into the night and explained in brutal and detailed terms just what would befall each and every one of them if he detected a whisper of protest or a glimmer of insurrection. Afterward, even Gallowglass had looked shaken. - something I also need to see is, if only just for my own amusement;

What you felt for Eleanor is nothing compared to what you feel for Diana. Yet all it took was a casual touch from Baldwin, a mere suggestion that Eleanor might agree with him rather than you, and you were ready to tear them both apart.” - Matthew, COME ON. is that the reason you killed her? ASNBDFGH WHY;

“We came home one night to find our house robbed and Gallowglass sleeping on the table like a Viking warrior ready to be sent out to sea.” Fernando shook his head. - HEY, GALLOWGLASS, WHAT WERE YOU DOING TO YOUR FATHER;

Now I understood why Baldwin had supplied us with new cell phones when we left Sept-Tours, changed all our phone plans, and canceled Sarah’s Internet service. - I just like those subtle moments when you can see that Baldwin cares - even though he acts like an arsehole in the majority of this book;

Matthew was horrified that I owned only a laptop. - Dude, you knew about it in the first book, your right to complain is outdated now (yeah, I realize Deb made a mistake here but it’s funny);

I ship Miriam & Chris;

“Do you wrestle?” “Weeell, I have been known to do so for sport.” Gallowglass looked down shyly, his cheeks dimpled. “Not Greco-Roman by any chance?” Chris asked. “My partner injured his knee and will be in rehab for months. I’m looking for a temporary replacement.” “It must be Greek. I’m not sure about the Roman part.” “Where did you learn?” Chris asked. “My grandfather taught me.” Gallowglass scrunched up his face as his concentration deepened. - OF COURSE, PHILIPPE ONLY TAUGHT YOU THE GREEK STYLE;

I just love that the chain Diana made to anchor her to Matthew was not ignored - in fact, she made more chains to anchor and connect her to her children, Rebecca and Philip. Pretty sure that she made one more chain for Jack as well;

Diana’s ringtone for Baldwin is Sympathy For Devil;

I am very, very happy that Jack is back. I love him so much, POOR BABY WAITED FOR MISTRESS ROYDON FOR 12 YEARS IN AZKABAN;

Philippe taught Romans about paterfamilias because he thought Roman society could benefit from a healthy dose of vampire family discipline, and a reminder of the father’s importance;

One of the ways Jack deals with Benjamin is by drawing;

They were an unlikely band, Matthew thought: three creatures related by blood, a fourth bound by loyalty, and a fifth who had joined them for no apparent reason other than that he was a good man - CHRIS, I LOVE THEE;

Marcus is not the only de Clermont who owns nightclubs - Baldwin does too;

Miriam taught Jason how to be a vampire, just like Philippe taught Matthew - is this a rule that the sire’s mate is teaching the children everything or is this just a coincidence?;

Apparently, vampires own all the major cab companies. ;

Gerbert’s only complaint about his new virtual existence was that he had been unable to secure “Pontifex Maximus” as a user name. Ysabeau told him that it was probably for the best since it might constitute a violation of the covenant in the eyes of some creatures. - I know this won’t be in season 3 but this peak comedy, I love it and I wanna see it

“Timothy?” “The same.” Timothy turned his eyes to me and cocked his fingers and thumbs so they looked like six-shooters. He was, I noticed, still wearing mismatched cowboy boots, but this time one was green and the other blue—to match his eyes, one presumed. He clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Told you, babe: You’re the one.” - I like him, okay?

I sure as hell hope there’s enough bourbon in this house to wash down all the bullshit,” Chris said. “‘Milord’ my ass. And I’m not bowing to anybody.” // “But if you call me ‘milord’ or bow to me one more time, I’ll put you in the bayou. And Chris will help me.” - I NEED CHRIS AND MARCUS’ FRIENDSHIP IN SEASON 3, DO NOT LET ME DOWN, SHOW

For all his talk, Baldwin STILL recognized Diana as a de Clermont and HE CARES ABOUT HIS FAMILY, I love him so much. Everyone thought it was supposed to be Verin, but nope, Baldwin did it.

And thus the Bright Born became the Children of the Night. Who will end their wandering? the unseen hand wrote. Who will carry the blood of the lion and the wolf? Seek the bearer of the tenth knot, for the last shall once more be the first - Philip and Rebecca are Bright Borns

I love the fact that Baldwin not only recognized Diana as a de Clermont, he also made her a Congregation member - and when Diana tried to give him back the key later, he was like “Nope, it’s done, you’re gonna do it beautifully and I WANT SOME PEACE FROM THOSE MORONS”

“Nine,” Baldwin replied. One of his hands was completely clean and bore a sword, the other was caked with substances I preferred not to identify. The contrast made my stomach heave. - HOW ARE YOU EVEN FIGHTING THIS IS NOT A ROMAN STYLE

“Come, Jack. On the way to Sept-Tours, I will tell you a story about the time Baldwin attempted to banish me from Jerusalem. Many men died.” WAIT, WHAT? YSABEAU I NEED TO KNOW IT TOO WHAT THE HECK

“Answer your e-mail while you’re at it. I send you messages. You don’t answer. It’s aggravating.” and “Answer your fucking e-mail!” are my favorite things Baldwin says looool i NEED this in season 3 too (we need those comedy moments here or with Gerbert loving social media, otherwise the season will be too dark)

PHILIPPE AND DIANA’S SCENE OH MY HEART HE STILL LOVES HIS DAUGHTER I CAN’T

Matthew’s birthday is in November, and his re-birth in June

Overall I like this book even though it really is a mess. There same some bits and pieces that, even though are interesting, do not move the plot forward at all and there’s no need for them here. Diana and Matthew being domestic in Madison and Bishop’s house playing Diana Fleetwood Mac is a funny story, one that would be better to be written separately (maybe Deb could write some short stories about Diana and Matthew and the gang), not necessarily in The Book of Life.

I LOVE Chris & Matthew teaching (with Miriam as their boss) and I would read the hell out of that. Give the whole book about Chris and his students, Deb, I need it.

The plot was very stretched Like Deb didn't really have any idea what to write. Shadow of Night was better, there was some tension in the air, but there was nothing like that in The Book of Life. Also, what IS The Book of Life? it was supposed to answer all those questions set in A Discovery of Witches and honesty, it didn't answer any of them. And the Benjamin plot, not only problematic, is not well done. Even when I first read the book, I didn’t feel the tension even when Matthew was kidnapped. Benjamin just doesn’t work as a villain for me and I think they will give this plot (or something completely different) to Gerbert and Knox. I hope Satu’s storyline will end differently, just like Domenico’s

All Souls Trilogy is very interesting and I’m very happy I (re)read it, even though there are some minor problems there.

#all souls #the book of life #asia rambles #baldwin montclair

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