#don't look directly @ me I'm in the trenches today

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girl help I need to eat him for breakfast

#his fuckin HAIR. I'm afflicted w/the PLAGUE #and it's BUBONIC!!!! bitch!!!!! #sometimes I just scroll thru the gifs I make @ 2 am w/my brain full of asbestos and radioactive waste like. we were really goin thru it huh #peter strahm #mine #anyways. my hands should be in his hair rn in this moment #and ALSO [redacted whorism] [redacted whorism] [REDACTED WHORISM] #I'm just fckn saying.......................... #rabies-posting...................cujo the saint bernard state of MIND #don't look directly @ me I'm in the trenches today #<-but. I mean. when am I NOT in these trenches. let's be honest #so u should never be looking directly @ me!!!!!!!!!

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WAIT, WE'RE DOING RAVNICA? DIDN'T YOU SKIP A COUPLE SETS

What are you, Azorius? I've never felt any fondness for Eldraine, and I really didn't vibe with the new Ixalan set, so we're doing the Ravnica Murder Mystery set. I'm not going to do every single set that comes out or this will be my full-time job by 2026.

Cold Case Cracker (art by Wayne Wu)

Some things are very simple. Good cheekbones and the classic trench coat with the wide belt. I particularly enjoy the way her hair looks more like strips of fabric or parchment.

Merchant of Truth (art by Carissa Susilo)

"Goth angel" works on me every time, and this piece is particularly gorgeous - the composition and that dress, my goodness. You don't see a lot of angels from behind in Magic, on account of you would have to figure out what the anatomy and clothing situation is where the wings connect to the back, and Carissa has solved the clothing problem rather elegantly, and refused to engage with the anatomy problem at all. I can respect that.

I've never quite understood what's going on with Orzhov angels - I think they're mostly supposed to be disillusioned ex-Boros, but they don't really get much of a voice in story. You've got the flavor text on Angel of Despair, "it is as if their duty is to an empty void," but that's a quote from the most Boros of all the angels. Perhaps it's simply that the Orzhov don't labor under the same illusions as the other white-aligned guilds - the Boros and the Azorius and as we see in this story, even the Selesnya are all firmly entrenched in the idea that they stand for what's Right and Good on Ravnica, but ultimately they stand only for themselves and their own power and pre-eminence. The Orzhov, at least, make no secret of this. Maybe that's a comfort, to an angel.

Experiment Twelve (art by Michele Giorgi)

Oh baby girl the Simic fucked you right up, didn't they. Claws and scales and some sort of muzzle - do you feel like an animal, now? Do you hate what they did to you, or do you glory in your new sharpness? Did you escape, or are you on their leash? Are you hunted, or am I?

Bubble Smuggler (art by Leesha Hannigan)

This is Glovax. I've only had them for a day but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in the room and then myself.

Honestly I'm disconsolate that this isn't a real animal that exists in the world and that I'll never get to rescue one from an aquarium and have an octopus fish best friend for life. You know that soul-sick feeling you get when you remember that Anomalocaris has been extinct for 500 million years ago and that you will never be able to pet one? Yeah. Goddammit they're going to make this a pet on Arena and I will spend real earth dollars on it.

ALL THESE TENTACLES AND STILL THE BIGGEST SUCKER IS YOU. NOW MAKE WITH THE LEGENDARIES

Etrata, Deadly Fugitive (art by Livia Prima)

I have looked at a whole lot of Etrata art, and do you want to know my considered opinion? This outfit fucking rules. It's got one and a quarter sleeves, thirteen visible buckles, a circular collar that connects only at the sternum, and a clingy ankle-length skirt with a slit damn near up to the thigh to reveal more buckles. It is the least practical outfit I can imagine an assassin wearing short of an inflatable dinosaur costume but god, it looks like it's meant for deadly stealth, and I am in love. Etrata is broody and gorgeous and has a big knife and extraordinarily naked shoulders, and what else could you want?

Judith, Carnage Connoisseur (art by Jodie Muir)

A look specifically crafted to elicit "step on me mommy"s from the general public. I'm on record as saying that there's no way Judith does any sort of aftercare, so maybe have a Selesnya cleric on speed-dial if you're gonna run that risk.

Judith, Carnage Connoisseur (alternate art by Alex Dos Diaz)

I think Loxodon Hierarch is screening my calls.

Honestly, I would do stupid, stupid things for a pretty girl with red eyes, sharp nails and facial scarring. I'm not sure what kinds of things I would do for a pretty girl with gold flame decals on her arms, but based on prior evidence, they would probably also be extremely stupid.

Izoni, Center of the Web (art by Justine Cruz)

It's weird how people get locked in your memory at the point in time you knew them. You know you've changed a lot since then, and if you thought about it you'd agree other people might well also have changed, but you don't think about it, and then you run into an old friend or an ex and the things you knew them for, the things you've tied their memory to in your mind, aren't even still part of their life.

So Izoni, my beloved Izoni, Ravnica's foremost bug girl and finder of beetles, has moved on with her life in the past six years. She's into spiders now, that's her thing. She's a spider girl. And that's cool, spiders are cool, too, but the way this went in my head I was going to tell her about the mantis-riders of Tarkir and the dune-beetles of Amonkhet and the behavioral quirks of giant ants on Innistrad and now, instead, I'm not sure what to say. "You're looking well," I suppose, or something about, "so, leading the Swarm now? How's that going for you?"

Analyze the Pollen (art by Anna Christenson)

It's not even that big a change, really. Hardly noticeable. She still has that same intensity, that same curiosity. Her brows still furrow in concentration. She's still covered in crawling things, and she is still the most beautiful woman on Ravnica. Spiders or insects, what's the difference? All it means is that six years have passed. All it means is that the places and people you love continue to move in your absence. All it means is that you're both talking past each other to your echoes, to the people you used to know, who no longer exist. Time has eaten them both.

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HEY. HELLO FLESH IS A RAKDOS JOINT, RIGHT

- in the middle of the ad read, dude?

YOU SAID HELLBENDER CHEFS DO THE CHARCUTERIE. THAT'S JUDITH'S PLACE

Yeah, what about it?

DO YOU THINK SHE'S GONNA BE GOOD WITH CONTENT SHE SPONSORED CALLING SOMEONE ELSE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN RAVNICA

Ah.

OR LIKE DO YOU THINK SHE'S GENERALLY COMFORTABLE SHARING THE SPOTLIGHT

...so thank you all so much for listening to this episode of Wifelink! I'm going to lay low for a bit, and if my body turns up face-down in an undercity canal, y'all know who did it.

#ravnica #murders at karlov manor

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Didn't have time to re-read this chapter today, so sorry if it sucks. But Ada is in it, so that's a plus. Anyways, enjoy.

TW: violence, language, ummm typical Resident Evil stuff, ect. I didn't re-read so sorry. By this point, most of you should know I suck at TW's. My apologies.

Chapter 9:

September 29, 1998-

"That's what you're wearing under that coat? And I thought the shoes were bad." You said in disbelief.

She had taken her trench coat off to cover Leon with it. She was wearing a pretty red dress that clung to her figure with spaghetti straps holding it up. It was gorgeous. But so impractical that it confused you on how she was just walking around and killing zombies in that.

"What? Do I look bad?" She asked sarcastically.

"You know very well you don't look bad. I was just surprised. Aren't you uncomfortable?" You asked.

"Not really. It's hot down here. If anything, you should be uncomfortable." She motioned toward your hoodie.

She was right. It was weirdly hot down here. But you didn't want to take off your hoodie. Bloodstains be damned. This hoodie has been your protection against zombie bites. You really don't want to leave any flesh bare at the moment.

"Yeah, I am. Thanks for noticing. Can we go now?"

"Hang on, I have to call in and update H.Q." she told you. 

You waved her off and stood to the side, pretending not to hear the one sided conversation.

"I'm right outside of the facility, in pursuit of Annette …. If it's not on her. It must be in the NEST…. I have someone that can lead me to it." She briefly glanced at you, before looking away.

"Once it's in hand, I'll call for extraction." She finished, putting the radio away.

"Ready?" She asked. You glanced at Leon before nodding. "You can run, Annette. But you can't hide." She muttered.

"Alright. So doors a bust. But a vent leading toward the NEST is this way." You said, glancing at your map.

"After you." Ada said.

You both make it to the vent and you tilted your head in thought. How do you get past the giant fan?

"Any ideas on how to get in there?" You asked her.

"I may have one." Ada said as she grabbed a gadget from her purse thing wrapped around her left shoulder. Holster? It held her gun too.

She aimed and held the button, making the fan spin faster and faster, until it exploded and broke, giving us room to get through it. You gapped in disbelief. Who makes this stuff?

"Candy from a baby." Ada said smugly.

"Huh. I want one." You joked.

"In your dreams." She smirked, tucking it back in her holster and climbing up the ladder.

You climbed up after her and the two of you made your way through the long-winding tunnel.

"So, the plan is to get to Annette, see if she has the G-virus, and if she doesn't, go search the labs?" You asked.

Ada nodded. "She would have moved any virus sample left over the week. Which means it's best to get her to tell us directly so we wouldn't have to search the whole lab. But we will if necessary."

"Okay, but what is the FBI going to use the G-virus for?" 

"Evidence."

"Couldn't you just take pictures of the underground lab that we are currently standing in? Or take the files? Or look at the city above us and see all the zombies walking around? Is that not enough?" 

"It's more complicated than that." Ada snapped, done with that conversation.

The more you think about the things Ada had said, the more it doesn't make sense. Why would the FBI specifically need the G-virus? Why not any of the others? Plus, wouldn't the files laying around the entire lab be enough evidence to take down Umbrella? The emails exchanged between employees? Were you just overthinking it?

You and Ada reached the end of the vent. She used her device to make the fan spin and explode. Once the exit was clear, you climbed down. Neither of you knew exactly where to find Annette, so you just continued to make your way deeper into the NEST toward the lab. You were carefully avoiding zombies here and there as you went. 

You'll see what you encounter first. The lab or Annette.

As you finished that thought, you paused in a hallway when you saw the Tyrant standing there, coming out of nowhere, and slowly marching toward you both. 

"How the hell did it survive?" You asked as you and Ada quickly ducked and ran around the creature, continuing in the direction you were heading before.

"I'm not sure. Let's just keep going, but at a much faster pace." Ada said.

So that's what you did. Running through the maze of vents and halls, deeper and deeper into the NEST.

You and Ada went through a doorway and onto a catwalk. You ran across the catwalk and made it to a small elevator that would take you up a floor to the next catwalk. As you went down the catwalk, you saw Annette in another room through a glass window that was likely used for observations of some kind.

"Got you now." Ada said, both running through the door to the direction that Annette was just seen. "Always been good at running, Annette. I'll give you that."

Ada must know more about Annette Birkin than you did. It sounded like they had interacted in the past. You wondered what happened in those moments that garnered such hatred between the two. 

Ada began using her fancy hacking gadget to unlock the door when you heard the familiar stomps of the Tyrant. You really hated those things with a burning passion.

"Ugh." You huffed.

"Persistent bastard, aren't you?" Ada snarked.

She quickly switches something around with her gadget and pulls the lever, finally getting the door to open. Just in time as the Tyrant was right behind you. 

You ducked into the room quickly, avoiding a hit from the Tyrant. You don't see Annette. 

"Try to avoid him while I get this vent opened." Ada explained.

"Sounds like a plan." You agreed.

Ada quickly got the fan to come off, but the vent didn't fully open. You huffed and slid through the gaps and Ada followed soon after as the Tyrant went to grab her. You landed on your feet, but fumbled and tripped as you lost your balance, making you land roughly on your bruised and scraped knees that haven't really had the chance to heal the last few days..

"Fuck!" You huffed as you slowly pushed yourself to your feet. "That was close."

"Yeah. I don't think we're in the clear." Ada said, glancing over your figure as she saw you wince in pain. She raised a brow in silent question, but you just waved her off. You'll survive.

You both ran down the hall and up a set of stairs toward the direction you think Annette had gone. You approached a locked sliding door that you realized you needed a pass to get through. 

You glanced at Ada. "That thing wouldn't happen to work on this door, would it?"

"Sadly, no. Let's look around."

Looking around, you came across a room with something shining at the bottom. Could be useful.

"Hey, maybe this is something." You said as you walked down the slanted floor to grab the item from the floor. It was a pass on a wristband.

"That's exactly what we needed. Good job." Ada praised. You couldn't help but smile slightly as you handed her the pass. Feeling slightly awkward, you looked at your surroundings and away from Ada.

The room was slanted, like it was on a hill. Charred remains lie on the floor. And- Oh. Wait.

"This is the furnace room." You deadpanned. This was a trap.

"Looks like it." Ada hummed, realizing what you had. 

"We should-" you motioned to the exit.

"Yeah." Ada nodded in agreement. You both began to make your way out, but the large metal doors to your exit slid down quickly, locking you in. A metal slot slid open, showing Annette's face.

"Bravo. Gonna burn us alive now?" Ada deadpanned.

"You'll never get your filthy hands on the G." Annette said. Her eyes moved to you. "And you. Just passing through?" She asked sarcastically.

You shrugged sheepishly and huffed an uncomfortable laugh. "Well, uh, things changed."

"You want the G too? Or did she trick you into working with her? She's good at that." Annette said.

"I'm not the only one after it. You realize that." Ada said, changing the subject.

"Then you won't die alone." Annette said, she looked at you. "You shouldn't have decided to work with her." She told you as she shut the metal slot, the furnace was activated seconds later.

Ada quickly began to do her thing with the device as the room got hotter and hotter in the span of seconds as fire burned at your feet.

"Hey, Ada? I don't mean to rush you but I don't really feel like being burned alive at the moment." You nervously said.

"Almost there." Ada reassured, sweat began to form on the both of you. The heat felt a hundred times more intense thanks to your thick hoodie that was meant for the cold and bitter air above ground.

She finally got the door to explode and you both quickly ran out of the room. You turned back and saw the furnace room had stopped working. Good riddance.

"That bitch knows what she's doing." Ada admitted.

We walked to the door that needed a pass, and it immediately opened.

"Visitor clearance confirmed. Your ID is authorized until OCTOBER FIRST. Please return before this date." A computer voice said.

"Not gonna happen." Ada said. You finally took off your jacket revealing your dark purple t-shirt, and discarded it. It was covered in blood and mud stains anyways. It was time to let it go.

"Finally gave up on it?" Ada asked as you both ran down the hall.

"It was too far gone. There was no saving it. Plus, it's really hot here."

Once again you appeared on another catwalk and ran in the direction you thought Annette went. The large room seemed to be some kind of indoor junk yard. You both paused when a spot light turned on a ways away in front of you.

"Enough, with this cat a mouse game." Ada demanded, glancing over to the window of the control room where Annette stood. She was as tired of this bullshit as you were.

"The game is over. You lost." Annette said.

"Tell me, is your husband still alive? Or did you kill him? So you could take credit for G." Ada asked.

"Interesting theory. What, did she not tell you?" Annette asked, pointing to you as she began pressing buttons and activating something. "Your new friend was there. Didn't she mention it?"

You looked around nervously as mechanisms began to hum to life. Maybe you should move.

"You don't cooperate, I'll get a sample from the NEST." Ada said simply.

"Over my dead body." Annette snarled, activating a lever.

You quickly jumped to the ledge just outside of the path of the giant, metallic claw that was swept across the catwalk. Ada wasn't as lucky in avoiding it as you were. She grasped at the safety bars, attempting to prevent her fall, but the bars fell apart from the damage to the catwalk the claw had caused.

You gasped as she fell with a scream and ran to the edge of the catwalk. You looked down the debris filled room to see a glimmer of red. You heard her yell in pain.

 Yay. She's not dead.

"Ada? You okay?" You shouted.

"Uh, no!" She yelled back. You sighed as you began to look for a ways down.

"Hang on, I'll find a way down." You told her as you glanced at the control room. Annette was still there.

"She's not who you think she is. You know that right?" Annette asked you.

"Maybe. But I'm not just gonna leave her there." You said as you made your way to a ladder leading down towards the metallic junk.

"It won't matter in the end. You'll both die before ever leaving NEST." Annette said, making you pause at the ladder.

"What makes you say that?" You questioned hesitantly, not sure if you wanted to hear the answer.

"William." Annette simply said as she walked off. You heard a distant, loud, roar and a shiver ran down your spine. Right. William.

"Fucking shit. I forgot about him." You muttered as you climbed down the ladder. You have been lucky enough not to cross paths with the mutated William. You suppose your luck would run out soon.

You reached the floor and set off to the direction Ada was laying. You walked around a pile of debris and saw Ada laying on the ground. A piece of sharp metal was lodged into her leg.

"Oh. Yeah, I can see how you're not okay." You said as you kneeled beside her and took your bag off to grab the first aid kit.

"Yeah? What gave it away?" Ada snarked.

"Hmm, well the scream of pain kinda rang some alarm bells. But hey. It could have been worse. You could have been impaled by that." You said, pointing to the large piece of metal not too far from where she landed. Big enough to impale her torso.

Ada shivered when she followed your pointed finger. "Yeah. This I prefer." She sat up, careful not to disturb her injury.

"Me too. I've been traumatized enough, thank you." You said, reaching into the med kit to grab the gauze, bandages, and medical tape. "Do we disinfect the wound when we pull that out?" You weren't sure how to treat stab wounds.

"Yes. I don't want an infection." She grabbed the kit and looked through what you had. "This will do." She handed you the bottle of disinfectant from the kit. "Here, I can bandage myself up. You can pull the shrapnel out."

"C- can we switch jobs?" You asked, not really wanting to hurt her.

"I can't pull it out. And I can't walk like this." Ada sighed.

You hesitated, hand drawing closer to the shrapnel. "I don't really want to hurt you." 

"You killed a man not that long ago. You can pull out some shrapnel." She deadpanned.

You flinched, but tried to ignore the comment. "Yeah, well, he was an asshole. Which you are kind of being right now. But you're in pain, so I'll allow it." You weakly joked, hand hovering over the metal.

"Thanks." She snorted.

"Just this once though." You said as you quickly pulled the metal out of her leg.

"Bitch!" Ada yelled in pain, irritated with the lack of warning. You tried not to laugh. It wasn't funny. She's in pain. 

Eh, it was kind of funny.

"I deserve that." You said as you grabbed the bottle of disinfectant and bandages from her.

"You do. I can patch myself up." Ada said grumpily, grunting in pain every now and then. She moved to take the bandage away but you slapped her wrist away.

"Just stay still and shut up." You demanded.

"Wow. You have wonderful bedside manners." She sarcastically stated.

"Yeah, and my parents wanted me to be a doctor." You laughed. You? A doctor? Yeah right.

Ada actually chuckled at the thought. "I haven't even known you a day and even I know that you would have been a terrible doctor."

"I fully agree. But, look at how well I just patched you up." You grinned, proud of your work.

Ada examined the wound. "Well, I'm not bleeding out. So good job, Y/n." 

"Careful. You almost sounded grateful. It will ruin your badass FBI persona." 

"You're right, we can't have that." Ada snarked back.

You changed your position from sitting on your knees to sitting with your legs crossed in front of you. Ada sat across from you.

"So, want to try walking around? Or do you want to wait for Leon to inevitably show up. He's probably already up and looking for us." You said.

Ada thought for a moment. "Let's wait for him. We're gonna need his help with finding the G." 

"Alright. You're the boss." You shrugged.

"Oh, am I now?" She asked.

"Well you know more about this covert mission stuff than I do."

"I don't know, you seemed to have held your own before I even got here. You got into the NEST before I did. Even got past Annette…" She complimented before trailing off. "And you know what happened to her husband, William?" Ada asked curiously.

You sighed and nodded. "Trying to butter me up for information? All you have to do is ask, Ada."

"Alright. What happened? Did you see?"

"Unfortunately. He was cornered by some men in combat gear. They were after the G, which seems to be the common theme for the past few days…" Your voice faded as your thoughts overcame your mind. 

"And?" Ada urged.

"And he decided that, rather than let them get away with it and die from his gunshot wounds, he should inject himself with the G-virus instead. So, we might encounter a mutated William Birkin while down here. Have that to look forward to." You weakly stated as you fiddled with a piece of metal, eyes gazing into the distance.

"So he caused this outbreak? Not Annette?" 

"From what I've seen. Yes. William did start this. Although Annette clearly had a part in it too. My guess is that the men in combat gear didn't get too far. Must have somehow spread in the chaos." 

"Hmm. Possibly. Thank you. For telling me." Ada said.

"You'd find out one way or another. Not that it matters much to your mission."

"No. But it is nice to know. I like to get to know everything I can. So I won't go in blind." Ada told you.

"That makes sense. I did the same thing before coming here. I was still unprepared. Nearly got lost because I didn't snag a map."

"How did you get out?"

"Annette, actually. She helped me out."

"She just, let you go? That doesn't sound like her."

"Well I obviously didn't tell her that I was investigating Umbrella and stealing information to show everyone how sketchy the company is. I think she had more important things to deal with than some girl that one of the scientists snuck in."

Ada goes to respond, but is interrupted by a familiar voice. "Ada? Y/n? Where are you?"

"Over here!" Ada yelled.

Leon came running around the corner. "There you two are. I was getting worried there for a sec." 

"We were waiting for you, slow poke." You teased.

Leon huffed a laugh. "What happened?" He asked, gesturing to the wound on Ada's leg.

"I fell." Ada deadpanned.

"More like you got thrown off the platform, but yeah." You muttered. She threw you a half-hearted glare and you raised your hands in mock surrender.

"So, what now?" Leon asked.

"Get yourself out of here. While you still can." Ada said. 

You raised a brow. She made you wait for him, claiming that he could help with finding the G-virus, and now she wants him to leave. What? What's her play here?

"I'm not just gonna leave you. Not like this." Leon told her.

"You don't understand. The situation is worse than I thought." Ada said, almost helplessly. 

Pathetically. 

She was not like this just moments ago. What's her play- Oh. She knows Leon's type. The knight in shining armor. She wants to use that to her advantage. She knows he won't leave her. Funny, you almost forgot that this was the same person who would have left you for dead in that cell if you weren't useful to her mission. You shouldn't have been so surprised. You shouldn't have let your guard down. You were an idiot.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily. You protected me. Now it's my turn." Leon said. You stood and crossed your arms, watching the scene from a distance.

"Didn't realize we were keeping score." Ada joked, referencing earlier. Leon helped her up.

"Grab my shoulder." Leon said.

"Don't push it rookie." Ada defended, slapping his hand away.

"Okay. Just trying to help." Leon said.

"You wanna help? We have to get to the NEST."

"NEST?"

"Umbrella's lab, remember? Right beneath us. That's where the virus samples are. You up for this?"

"Think I can fit it in my schedule."

You sighed and groaned loudly. "Alright, I've seen enough. Let's go love birds. Watch your step, Ada." You turned to walk ahead to the exit.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Leon asked, following behind you and a limping Ada.

"I've been in this situation for a week now, Leon. I want to get this shit show over with and get the hell out of here. And I can only do that after I uphold my end of the bargain." You said, leading them toward the direction of the cable car.

"Even though we failed to save your friends?" Leon questioned. You paused in your step and shut your eyes in frustration.

"Why do you both keep bringing them up? How am I supposed to move on when you're just reminding me of my dead friends every five minutes. Stay out of my business and I'll stay out of yours." You snapped. They just kept prying, and you were over it.

"Woah, okay. I shouldn't have brought them up. I am sorry, though, about your friends." Leon said, face looking like a kicked puppy once more. How are you supposed to be angry at him when he looked at you like that? Damn your soft heart.

"Sure you are. You didn't know them. To the both of you, they're just two more faces of the thousands of dead that you've already forgotten. So please, focus on this mission so we can all go our separate ways when it's over. And hopefully never see each other again." You told them. 

You were over it. Over the fake sympathies and Umbrella and this entire city. You're tired. You didn't want to do this anymore.

"The cable car will take us further down to NEST. This wristband is our ticket to ride." Ada gestured to her wrist, breaking the silence.

"Nice. Where'd you get that?" Leon asked.

"Y/n found it."

"You're welcome." You said dryly.

"Anyway, we're almost there." Ada told him as she limped after you.

You walked through a door and held it open, Ada and Leon walked through. Or in Ada's case, limped.

She folds over in pain. "Ugh, this damn leg."

"Let me carry you." Leon insisted.

She shook her head. "No. That'd only make me feel worse. How's the shoulder?"

"Worse than it looks." He brushed off.

"What a pair. Both got one foot in the grave." Ada snarked.

You finally made it to the cable car door. "Here we are." You said.

Ada limped forward and used the wrist band to unlock the door.  It unlocked and you walked in, immediately going to sit on one of the benches, not bothering to even try and figure out how to work the cable car. Ada sat on a bench further down the cable car, which was slanted and had stairs for some reason. Interesting design choice.

"This may be a one way ride. So be prepared, you two." Ada warned.

"Not like I have a choice. Unless you're giving me the option to leave too?" You asked for across the car.

Ada shook her head. "We'll need you, Y/n. You know where to find the G. Or, at least, where to start."

Oh, so Leon got a choice and you don't? You doubted she needed you. You really did. So why was she keeping you here? What could you possibly add to the mission?

Leon started the cable car and it began its descent further into the NEST. 

"This tram is bound for NEST. Do not exit until the final destination." A computer voice said.

"You know what I was thinking? I can't wait for the FBI to raid Umbrella headquarters and take those bastards to justice." Leon said. 

Yeah, if only.

"I agree… But to be clear, you're not working in official capacity. This is a federal case. Once we get the G-virus, I'm back on my own." Ada told him.

Leon seemed a bit annoyed by this and turned around to look away. You couldn't really tell what he was thinking.

"Hey, Leon. Trust me?" Ada asked.

He walked up the stairs toward her. "You trust me?"

Ada huffed a laugh. "Honestly… If I didn't you'd probably be dead."

"Right." Leon scoffed.

"What about you, Y/n?" She asked, taking your attention from looking out the windows.

"What about me?" You asked, not really paying attention to the conversation.

"Do you trust me? Trust us?" Ada repeated.

You looked at her and Leon, pausing for a moment, before shaking your head. "No."

"No?" Leon questioned, confused and curious.

"No." You repeated. "I barely know you both. We've been together for five, maybe six hours. I don't trust that easily. Especially strangers." 

"Smart. I don't blame you for that. But for this to work, I need you to trust us. Trust me." Ada tried.

You hummed. "Yeah, well, I'll try not to ruin your plans. How about that?" 

You could meet in the middle and work together, but trust? That's a stretch. It's a lot to ask for. You've been disappointed and betrayed by those you've trusted before. In return you've always been careful when it comes to that. Hell, it took a couple weeks before you even fully trusted Ben. Especially when he started dating Katherine. 

A pang in your heart. No. Don't think about them. Survive now, grieve later. 

"Why don't you trust us? We've saved your life." Leon said.

"Yes. And I thank you for that. But in case you've forgotten, which I haven't, you also threatened to leave me for dead in that cell with Ben's body if I didn't cooperate. Not exactly a good first impression."

Ada nodded in reluctant understanding. "Look, I thought I might need yours and Y/n's help… and I was right. If you both can secure the G-virus I can make sure what happened in Raccoon City never happens again."

Leon sits next to her. "Ada. You said it yourself. It's a federal case. I don't have the authority-"

"Look at me." Ada interrupted. Leon went silent and she huffed. "I'm a liability now. If I'm gonna finish this case, you both are the last hope I've got."

Ah, so that was her plan. Make us do her dirty work.

Leon looked conflicted. "I'm not just gonna leave you here. What if you're attacked? What if you need help-"

Ada kisses Leon. She kisses him. For a good few seconds. You grimaced and turned to look out the windows, never a fan of PDA. 

Didn't they just meet each other? Must be another manipulation tactic. Kiss the man to shut him up and get him to listen.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I gotta see this through. And I want to see you again." She placed a hand on his thigh. "I got plenty to live for. Trust me." 

Is that flirting? Is she flirting?

Really fucking awkward. Oh wow, look at that. The building structure is amazing. You could give Umbrella a point for cool underground labs. That leaves them at -99. 

"Now arriving at NEST." The computer voice said.

"Go. Please. We don't have much time. You're gonna need this." She took off the wrist band and gave it to Leon.

"Okay." Leon said, ready to be the hero. "You coming, Y/n?" Leon asked you. 

You glanced at Ada and saw her look at you pleadingly. You rolled your eyes and walked over to her.

"Fine. I'll do your dirty work for you, seeing as you're incapable at the moment. But after this, I don't want to see you ever again. I don't really appreciate being manipulated." You said quietly, so Leon wouldn't hear from the doorway.

"I haven't been manipulating you-" Ada started.

"You have. And Leon too. You know it." You shrugged. "It's fine. I'll get you your G-virus. I just better not find out it has landed in the wrong hands because of you. I really don't want a repeat of Raccoon City, Ada. I don't want to have a part in that again. You can understand that, can you?" You questioned.

"I understand. You can trust me, Y/n." Ada said. 

You looked her in the eye and studied her face. You were conflicted. It was odd. Every single part of you wanted to trust her, but you knew you couldn't. That you shouldn't.

"We'll see. Stay safe, Ada." You said as you turned and walked away from her.

"I'm counting on you both." Ada said.

"I know." Leon responded. You just went out, not wanting to stay there anymore.

Time to go get the G-virus.

#ada wong #resident evil #ada wong x reader #resident evil x reader #claire redfield #jill valentine #leon kennedy #idk what else to tag #raccoon city

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Take It Back: His Story (3)

Sequel to Take It Back

Previous Chapter

Summary: You and Bucky. It was supposed to be a happy ever after. Your story, home, and love was near perfect. After all, you had worked so hard and suffered so much to be where you finally were. But behind the scenes, Bucky had been dealing with more baggage from the past than he had been willing to publicly share. Steve was always the second best when it came to him and Bucky. From Nat, to you, and maybe now, even someone else. It’s been seven years since Ashlyn cheated on Bucky, but nine since she first fell in love with him.

Two years after their public divorce and after starting therapy, she holds onto a dangerous mixture of jealousy and strength. With new friendships and new love on her side, she knows she should let Bucky go. But should is so hard to do when she loved as hard as she did.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Language, Dirty Talk, Sex/Smut.

Masterpage for Take It Back: His Story

[…] let me tell you something. I know the woman I fell in love with. I know the girl I met and she is none of those things you accuse her of […].”

New York City, New York -  5th Ave

Ten years ago

It was cold and windy and Bucky hated it. He just wanted to grab some hot cocoa and go home. The day had been too long and he was exhausted. He was shocked he had enough energy to pull out his phone while outside to book an Uber when something red landed on his foot.

A red beret.

He looked up confused. There was no one around and no one reaching for it. Bending down, he picks it up. Normally, he wouldn't touch things that are just on the street like that, but this felt different.

Where did it come from?

He twirls it in his hand, examining it.

Pretty.

He looked towards the entrance of the building, considering if he should submit it to the lost and found or not, only for it to be locked in some random closet or shelf for the next thirty years in a city of eight million.

He was about to walk it over to the side of one of the iron columns and place it away from the wind for its finder, when he bumped into a girl with a head full of brown hair.

Another gust came through.

She smelled sweet and bright. He smiled as their eyes met and he felt his heart hammering away inside of his chest.

"Is this yours?" He asked her.

Her eyes darted to his hand where he held her beret.

"Yes, that's mine. I'm sorry, I was running after it and I was afraid I wouldn't catch it." Her voice was sweet.

She was gorgeous.

"That's okay," he looked down as he watched her hug her trench coat tighter around herself. His smile quickly fell off, "But you look cold."

"Yeah," she looked down at her attire as another harsh wind came through, causing them both to flinch. This time the gust was sharp, like needles.

Bucky opened his coat to shield her from the gust.

"Oh shit." He chuckled and stayed with her in that position until the wind eventually stopped.

"It's really cold today." She said shyly.

"Yeah, I think it's supposed to snow later," he looked around the city and then back at her, "Are you local?"

"Upstate."

"Gotcha," he pulled out his phone and quickly typed a message to Steve letting him know he would call him later about pizza night, "I swear, I wasn't going to throw it out or anything. I was going to place it," he turned slightly and lifted his finger in direct sight to the metal pole, "Right there." He handed her her hat, "You're lucky you bumped into me when you did."

She chuckled and looked away, blushing.

"Well, it was nice running into you." Bucky says slowly, not knowing exactly where else it would be appropriate to take this conversation.

He watched as the pretty girl's eyebrows furrows and as she smiled slightly.

"It was," she gestured outwards with her beret and then placed it on her head, "Thanks again."

With that, another wind came and blew the hat one more time, this time directly into the middle of Bucky's chest.

He let out a rumble of a laugh.

"I don't think it wants to stay there," He hands it back to her again, "You should probably hold onto it."

"You're right," she smiled again and then cleared her throat. As much as she couldn't wait to tell you about this moment and who she ran into, she didn't want to impose, "Well I should get going. For real this time. It's really cold."

Bucky nodded and looked over her shoulder, debating with himself.

Screw it.

"Would uh, would you be down for some hot cocoa?" He watched as her eyebrows shot up almost comically, "Not that I'm some creep who just picks up girls who lose their hats, twice. But if you wanted to warm up a bit?"

She smiled softly at his offer.

"I'd love to."

"Cool, uhm," he pulled out his phone again, "I know it's going to storm in a bit and there will be some places that I know for a fact are known for closing early because of that. But there's this nice one called Village Delights. They should still be open."

"I'll follow!" She said, chuckling, still not feeling like this was real life.

Bucky ignored the ding of the Uber notification in his pocket and continued his walk down the street, stranger girl next to him.

"I swear, I'm not a serial killer or anything. I figured it's the least I could do for grabbing your hat twice."

The girl narrowed her eyes at him.

"That sounds a bit redundant. You're paying me a treat for doing something kind for me?"

Bucky licked his bottom lip and chuckled again.

"Least I could do for a girl wearing a Darth Vader t-shirt then."

She felt herself blushing as she looked down at her top behind her trench coat.

Bucky suddenly paused and looked down at her nervously.

"I'm serious though. If you're not comfortable, since I know we are complete strangers—"

"It's alright. I wanted some hot chocolate, and you seem non serial killer-y enough. It'll be my little excuse for having a tour guide."

"Cool, okay." He continued his walk again. They are walking for a few minutes before he speaks up again, "It's this little place on Bleeker, you'll love it."

They both walked into the 5th ave subway station and she followed him in tow as he led them towards the six-train.

Bucky stopped them on the platform and dramatically pointed left to right where there were train tracks.

"See, now this is where you gotta be careful. These will both be the six train. You need to see which one is Uptown and which is Downtown. The one we want is Downtown to Brooklyn Bridge-City Hall. Don't let the names scare you, it's just the direction it's going to. Six will take you straight to Soho. Avoid eye contact, and another trick," he pulls something out from his pocket. It's an iPhone and a pair of headphones, "headphones."

She smiled at him.

"Thanks, that would've helped about fifty minutes ago." He laughed at her comment.

They waited patiently until the next train arrived. He taught her to wait for others to get off before getting on. He also gave her the tip that when standing on the escalator, if you're going to walk it, walk up past the left side; the right is for standing.

They sat next to each other on the train, the sound of the iron wheels grounded against more iron shrieking in the air as it stopped at each station, followed by the rumble of the tracks.

Two stops before theirs, Bucky looks over at her.

"I'm Bucky, by the way."

She looked down and smiled. She was so shy.

She looked back up at him.

"I'm Ashlyn."

He couldn't look away as he slowly nodded and repeated her name.

"Nice to meet you, Ashlyn."

They get off on Spring St and the weather was already starting to turn. For some reason, right before a snow storm, it seemed to get a little warmer in a strange way.

"It's ten minute walk. You've ever been to Washington Square Park or seen the NYU campus?"

Ashlyn shook her head.

"Not really. When you're from upstate when you come to visit you usually just hang around the touristy area."

"Times Square?"

Ashlyn nodded.

"Exactly." She says.

"That's a shame. That's literally the least best part of the island," Ashlyn is about to retaliate when he holds up a finger, "Except," their eyes meet as he looks over at her and smirks, "except for maybe Christmas."

Ashlyn's eyes because excited, "Wait, is that where that big tree from Home Alone is?"

Bucky looks at her like she's got three heads.

"You've never been to Rockefeller during Christmas?"

"No."

Bucky shook his head back and forth.

"You've gotta go at least once."

Four minutes later, the snow starts.

Six minutes later they walk into Village Delights.

He holds the door for her as another gust blows through, almost slamming the door closed behind them.

Inside, the coffee shop is almost empty, minus three other people and two baristas. The weather was dark outside and it made the orange glow inside the shop captivatingly warm.

"What do you want? I'll grab it for you, you can take a seat wherever you want."

Ashlyn tells him her order and she makes her way to the window seat.

She takes in a deep breath and she clasps her hands together onto the table in front of her.

This felt surreal, but more than that, she felt butterflies in her tummy.

She knew who Bucky Barnes was, but this was different. Reality was different.

And this, she definitely didn't expect this.

He was sweet and kind.

Chocolate milk date or whatever this was, she knew she would cherish it in her heart. She was nervous but she was also genuinely interested in him and he appeared to be the same way.

New York boy catches your little red beret twice and then asks you out for hot chocolate like in a rom com from the nineties? Unbelievably cliche and bittersweet.

She tucked on the sleeve of her shirt as she looked out the window and then back towards Bucky where he was finishing putting in his order.

She considered if she should let him know she knew who he was. She figured he should know, but he seemed so humble and kind that he literally assumed she didn't know.

Now that they've gotten this far, she was afraid of telling him. Afraid that it would give off an impression that she was some fan or a stalker.

She decided then she'd keep it to herself for now because what she felt for him and in this moment was genuine. This wasn't about who he was but about how much she actually was curious how this would play out and that she was genuinely interested in him.

She's looking out the window into the snow when he finally places the two mugs of hot cocoa, his with mini marshmallows and hers with extra whip cream, on the table.

She smiles sweetly at him and he smiles back, the ends of his eyes crinkling.

They talk for a bit, sipping on their cocoa as the snow picked up outside.

She had snowflakes all over her hat and the ends of her pretty hair.

Three hours later, the streets outside were covered in snow, but there they were in the same spot, talking and laughing.

__

A week later - from 10 years ago

Ashlyn looked up at him as he moved behind her, his body swaying in sync with hers. He moved his hands to her shoulders and then, diligently, he began to drag them down her arms and to her hands where they interlaced.

His heart fluttered as her fingers squeezed his back. Bucky let his eyes close shut as she let out a soft sigh from between her lips.

They were in his apartment and the only lights on were the one from the lamp at the side of the living room, the one over the sink, and the candle still lit on the kitchen table.

There was music playing, but the volume was very low. Still, they swayed.

"I didn't know you liked slow dancing." Ashlyn says softly.

He chuckled and she felt it against her back as his chest rumbled.

"A bit." He answers.

They continued silently. His left hand leaves her own left hand and he wraps his left arm around her middle, hugging her tighter to him.

"Do you treat all your dates this way?"

"No. Just you."

He leaned his chin on her right shoulder as he sang the words into her ear in a near whisper.

"To die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die."

The most magical laughter left her lips and a big smile covered his face.

"You're laughing at me?" He asks accusingly.

"Yes," she answers quietly to not disrupt their moment, "Your singing is actually not that bad."

"Then why are you laughing?"

"You're silly."  

As the song neared its end she turned around until she was facing him.

Their eyes met in an intense heat. Bucky swallows hard as he gently pushed her hair back.

Closing his eyes, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.

Ashlyn feels her heart swell.

"That's our first kiss."

"Yes, it was."

He sighed contently as she wrapped her arms around his middle.

___

Present Day

He's been through this before more times than someone would think, and all under very different circumstances.

This one terrified him the most.

The AC in the waiting room ran more chilly than he thought necessary. A temperature closer to being more appropriate for storing meat than to provide comfort for patients. Even his dark blue long sleeved jacket didn't do its job properly. You'd figure his nerves would help him loosen up but they did anything but. His hands were clasped in front of him between his knees, his right leg bouncing up and down.

Bucky hated being cold.

He ignores the bland pamphlets and the television mounted to the wall that has no volume on but that played some kind of day time court show. He instead stares at the painting in front of him — a lovely sunset with shades of red and purple, and a sail boat riding the waters in front of it. The pit in his stomach grows the more he stares at it.

Bucky's thoughts were everywhere as he stared over the dock path and into the deep oranges and deep purples of the sunset.

He had been here with you for a few days now and it was helping, somewhat.

He was finally able to get his mind cleared a little more. But as he thought about his daughter who he just lost and how it was his fault, he couldn't help but continue to feel that searing pain in his gut.

Was he a bad person?

He sat crisscross, picking at the grass below him.

"Hey." You called out gingerly with a smile. He turned around to see you, your cardigan pulled around you, "I was worried."

Bucky shook his head.

"Was just thinking," he looks out into the ocean, its sounds circling the both of you as the waves crashed on the sand where the grass turned into tall dunes, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"James?"

The female's voice pulls him out of his trance.

Dr. Raynor had been his therapist when he'd gotten back from Afganistan and he's also kept in touch with her here and there so she knows most of his history. It's why when he takes a seat in front of her, he somehow relaxes drastically and they cut to the chase.

"How've you been?" Dr. Raynor asks, genuinely.

"I've been okay." Bucky takes in her decor which has been the same for the last fifteen or so years, minus the new dracaena plant in the corner.

Bucky plays with his fingers sighing.

They talk for a bit about what's happened since the last time they spoke.

"You said you're married again. About three years, right?"

Bucky gives Dr. Raynor as small smile.

"Yeah."

"Congratulations. How is that going?"

"It's amazing. She's amazing. I wish you could meet her." Bucky's eyes drift away from Raynor and to the window behind her, "I'm crazy about her," Dr. Raynor nods and Bucky looks down at his hand, "what I'm going through has nothing to do with our marriage. If anything, she's the one good thing that keeps me holding on."

"That's good to hear."

"But—" it's like an ice pick in a hot piece of meat, the way the word cuts through the air and into the statement. Bucky takes a deep breath and the sighs. He licks his lips and then nervously runs a hand up through his hair, "I'm..." he shakes his head to himself, "God, just thinking about saying it makes me feel terrible. It makes me feel frustrated. And it's not her fault, and it's not her I'm frustrated with," Doctor Raynor narrows her eyes at him, "It's everything else from before finally hitting me again," he starts gesturing with his fingers as if he's counting, "Me coming back from war, my night terrors, me going through physical therapy and trying to be strong, my relationships with my best friends - and I know they care about me, I know they do, I'm not stupid or ignorant and I am not ungrateful for everything they've done, and I know they have their own issues, too. We all do. But does it hurt to want to just want people to see how it hurt me? Because it did," the way he says it breaks the doctor's heart. "And I am happy, but her, she ruined so much, and I'm still so confused to this day, and I've moved on - I have, trust me when I say I have - but I'm so lost over what happened. And I can't tell Y/N this, she'll get the wrong idea, not even to mention I've been leaving our bed in the middle of the night to go to the living room because my nightmares came back," he sucked in  eep breath "and mom."

Doctor Raynor looks him in the eye. She looks sympathetic as well as concerned, but simultaneously professional.

"You're rambling." She states.

Bucky looks at her for an extra second before he nods.

"I know. I'm sorry."

She closes her book, pushes her computer away, and takes in a deep breath.

"You are feeling sad about the things that you've been through, and you're asking for compassion and help. You want to tell your wife about your troubles and what you are feeling, I'm sensing you haven't been that transparent with her yet. Especially about the nightmares. You need closure and she's the one you need to show this side too. Your friends have seen it but not her. You want closure."

Bucky takes a deep breath and nods slowly.

"There's another thing," Bucky starts quietly, "Me and Y/N, we've been having trouble getting pregnant. The doctor told us we can keep trying and maybe it'll happen. Don't even get me started on how I feel about that. We've been trying for months and we started seeking other options, but it kills me. As much as it probably kills her, but..." his voice fades again as he looses his words on how to express what he is feeling.

"We're going to work through it together. Each thing. One at a time. Okay?"

"Okay."

"We'll start with one thing first and then make our way down." Dr Raynor pulls out her notebook and her pen, "let's start at the beginning."

___

Flashback

"Happy Birthday!" Bucky shouted as he barged into his mother's hospital room, a small chocolate cupcake in hand, his other hand covering the candle so it wouldn't blow away.

He met his mother's glossy eyes as she gave him a big smile, the side of her head falling against her pillow.

She tried pulling off her red bandana for the photo she knew he'd want to take.

"No, you'll get cold. You already know you're prone to being cold. Come on, momma."

"This thing is dirty, Bucky. And I look terrible. I haven't washed it all week, not for my birthday photo. Don't even need one, sweetheart."

"Momma, the photo doesn't know you need to wash it," he rubs the back of her head gently, "You're beautiful. So beautiful. Also, you know you had a bad fever this morning. Just trying to take care of you."

She gives him a small smile.

"What would I do without my sweet boy?"

"You'd never have tacos."

"You know your father ate all of the ones you left in that styrofoam take out box the other day."

Bucky gave her a little smile and put his head against hers.

"Bucky." She whines.

"Come on, momma. Birthday photo."

"Bucky." She says more sternly this time.

Bucky turns to meet her gaze and his heart breaks.

Her cheeks were taunt and her face was about ten times skinnier than it was two months ago. She wasn't kidding about how she didn't want to be photographed and Bucky understood that.

But he didn't know how long he had left with her either.

He needed this.

"Momma, please." They continue to stare each other after his plea and her gaze slowly drops down to her blanket.

"Okay."

Bucky gives her a small smile and then rubs his thumb over her cheek. He brings his camera up for a photo in front of them.

As the click went off, he turned his head and placed a gentle kiss on the side of her head and then snapped another where he caught her genuinely smiling.

He places the camera back down on the bed.

"How are you feeling, fever aside? Any better today?"

"A little. I won't lie. Looking at that cupcake made me lose my appetite all together."

Bucky nods, looking at the cupcake back on the little food stand.

He notices an untouched food basin as well as a filled up cup with what had most likely juice in it.

"When's the last time you ate?"

She gave him a confused look.

"Not sure. Maybe this morning."

He gives her a disappointed look.

"Mom."

"I'll eat when I eat. I can't force it."

Bucky looks down at his beautiful mother. Despite her weight loss, she would always have that optimistic glow in her blue eyes.

"When do you leave?" She asks quietly.

Afghanistan.

"Next month. I won't be long gone. It's just for a short mission. I'll be fine."

His mother looked up at him and then kissed his cheek.

"You take care, Bucky, okay? When you are there. I want my little boy back in one piece."

"I will, momma. I'll be fine. And so will you. We'll see each other soon, and when I'm back we'll have a real birthday party, I promise."

"Where'd you even get that cupcake, James?"

"I picked up a box from Steve's cousin's bakery down at that little place on Bedford. I have the rest right outside in the hall."

"Leave it here, I'll eat it eventually."

———

He jumps up in a cold sweat, his breathing erratic and chest heavy.

It was all a nightmare. It was all a dream. Not real. Reality was better than that.

He looks down at his still bandaged arm, the external fixator in his shoulder sticking out. It hurt so bad but he knew he wasn't due for another dose of his medication for another eight hours.

But not all of it was real, right?

His eyes drift over to the little white and pink pamphlet on his nightstand.

In Memory Of...

The stabbing in his heart makes his face want to crumble, but he holds his emotions together.

It wasn't a dream. It wasn't fake.

His mother was really dead.

Because of him.

He feels his bottom lip tremble uncontrollably.

Laying his head back down against the pillow, he closes his eyes tightly together.

He lets out a long breath.

His arm was still hurting uncontrollably (if he'd ever be able to use to ever again was still unknown) and he was going to his mother's funeral later that day. That was reality.

She was cremated.

Body too deformed and broken up that having a coffin made no sense.

She had been proud of him.

She had been hopeful of his deployment, never did it enter their mind that it would end up getting her killed.

During the entire funeral his gaze stay casted down. His eyes were too bloodshot from handling the sun's rays.

Because the police and FBI were still investigating everything, he wasn't able to see any of his friends for weeks.

The only comfort he gets is his father's hand clasped over his shoulder and a firm squeeze.

___

A year later he's at Harvard. He still wasn't himself, quiet and much more reserved than he used to be. Thankfully, most of the students respect his privacy and space.

He's thankful that his other friends are all on campus with him, including Steve.

He really needed that comfort. Sleeping in a dorm room after a traumatic incident was hard enough, and even more so truly alone and away from home.

His escape, and good friend, was named Natasha. She helped him one morning when he had dropped his notebook out of his right arm. When she had handed it back to him, all was history.

They went on their first date, Bucky later found out she ran in the same crowd now as his friends, and she helped him a lot.

They were together for a while until something happened one evening that caught Bucky's attention.

Bucky and Nat both knew they were hitting in inevitable end to their relationship. Despise their care for each other, they were better off as friends than anything. It felt like the sex was only complicating it, and at one point it even started to feel awkward.

The other was just waiting to see who would be the first to say it.

One of those nights, Bucky is sitting at a game night at Sam's parent's place when he notices a tense interaction between Nat and Steve.

Bucky doesn't ask at first, allowing until him and Steve are alone on the couch. Luckily for Bucky, Steve is the first to bring up Natasha.

"How's it going with her?" Steve asks.

Bucky nods, interest peaked.

"It's well. She's been a change of pace for me. She's good for me."

Steve's jaw clenches and he swirls the beer in his bottle.

"Yeah, I get it."

Bucky squints his eyes at Steve.

"Can I ask you something?"

Steve takes a deep breath.

"Sure."

Bucky gives him a quick smile and then it's quickly gone.

"You and Nat," Steve swallows hard, eyes going down to the bottle in his right hand, "I knew you guys knew each other for some time before I did. I didn't meet her until a few months ago. But she was single, and she was sweet and a great friend. We decided to try it out and date, and it's going well, but here's my question I guess...I always got this vibe from the both of you. I haven't asked her," Steve looks away and out towards the rest of the house, into the direction of the foyer, "Did you guys date?"

There's a long pause as Bucky waits for a response.

"We didn't date," the answer surprises Bucky. He had expected differently, "But we were very close the end of summer of senior year in high school. Met her at some arcade, can you believe it?" Bucky smiles softly, "I started getting a crush on her and I know she felt the same way, but something stopped us. Flash forward to prom night," Bucky watches as Steve's eyes dropped and his left hand rubbed against his own thigh back and forth, "I asked her to come with me as a friend. It was fine. Until that night. We had some fight because some guy — you remember Dylan — tried to make a move on her and I caused a scene. We ended up in one of the classrooms." Steve clears his throat.

Bucky quickly connected the dots and his eyes dropped to the couch. He cleared his throat and looked away.

"You slept together."

He could see Steve tense next to him.

"She was my first, and I later found out I was her first too."

Bucky leaned forward until both his arms rested on his knees.

"What happened?"

"We didn't talk about it after it was over. Summer came. We lost contact. We ended up seeing each other here. I was planning on saying something, but then she announced she started seeing you and that's when we all discovered—"

"That we ran in the same group." Bucky felt guilty. His eyebrows furrow together, "Steve."

"Don't," Steve's voice is firm as he puts a hand out to stop him from continuing, "It's fine. Look, she's good for you. And you're happy, right? It's fine. It was one time. It was one night." Bucky doesn't buy it as he continues to stare at Steve.

Bucky doesn't say anything to that, but his mind thinks differently.

___

"I want to build memories in our home...I want to have a family with you in this home, where we can have all our little tiny babies."

___

Present

Today was a better day. You had another meeting again only to discover that there would be a possibility you'd get a deal for your book, finally.

The way to that had been someone you hadn't expected. Your own sister, now an editor assistant for Golden Publishings, had found something for you.

You had found out through an email and you would be meeting with her tomorrow.

_

Bucky laid next to you as he stared up at the ceiling, your left hand softly making circles over his chest.

"But it went well?" You ask in continuance to the conversation you were having with him in regards to the visit to Raynor's office. You were secretly hoping he'd leave at least a little better today, but somehow he seemed even more closed off, more tense.

"It was fine." He licks his lips and looks over at you, "She thinks we should go slow, one by one." Your eyes searched his as he said the words. The words that you had no idea what they meant because he wouldn't tell you.

You nod.

"Okay." You run your hand up the side of his neck and caress him softly, "Okay."

He continued to stare at you and his eyes slowly drifted down the bridge of your nose and to your lips.

"I wanted to give you a family." You felt your nose and eyes burn at his words, "I've done nothing but disappoint you, haven't I?" You closed your eyes together and started shaking your head, "I have."

"Stop it. You haven't. This isn't on you. This is us. And we will—" your voice broke at the word, "We will have a bigger family, I promise. However that will be. We already are one right now."

Bucky brushed the strands of hair behind your ear.

"Stop trying to make me feel better about something we can't change."

"Bucky, just—"

You felt him grab the back of your head tightly.

"What?"

"Just..." the words were lost on your lips as he leaned over and pulled your face to his in a kiss.

You moaned against his mouth as his lips ran deliciously over yours. You felt his fingers run down your torso, waist, hip, and then eventually, over your thigh.

Your tongue quickly found his and the groan that left his throat was animalistic. He pulled away breathless as he helped bunch your nightgown over your hips. You helped him slide your underwear off in seconds, claiming his lips again as soon as the small fabric hit the comforter.

The second his fingers found you soaking cunt, you couldn't control the moan that left your lips. He pulled away from your mouth and looked down at your face as he played with your soft lips, sliding one finger up your leaking slit and then smearing it over your hard clit.

His fingers moved in perfect circles, his lips finding your neck and sucking hard.

He groaned in return as you began moving back and forth against his hand. When his fingers finally slid inside you, your mouth found his again with the helping guidance of your right hand under his chin.

You continued to move your hips when you pulled away from the kiss again, but your grip still on his chin, and your eyes met together in a heartbreaking gaze.

"Why can't I give it to you? Why can't I do it?"

You shushed him, looking down at his hand playing with you.

"You're giving it to me just right, baby." Another groan left you as you felt his fingers pressing against that spot inside of you, "That's it." A racked sob left Bucky's chest as he sped up his movements. He could feel you leaking all over his fingers and knuckles. Your moans grew louder as he continued to pump his hand inside of you. A whine left you as he stopped his movements and went back to making circles over your lips and clit. You felt dazed and drugged at his actions. It felt so amazing and so good and the way he kept you on edge and feeling the same euphoric feeling by switching it up felt amazing.

He surprised you again when he put his pointer finger inside of you and rubbed his thumb over your little nub.

"Oh my god." You cried, your eyes meeting his again. You could see the smallest of tears in his eyes and it broke your heart.

"I'm good for this, right?" He cut you off with another kiss before you could let his words sink in and before you could respond. You quickly felt that coil in your pussy begin to tighten and you knew you were close. Just when his tongue met yours again, your came hard over his fingers. He didn't leave your mouth as your moans turned into whimpers. You continued to ride your wave over his digits, until eventually, you became too sensitive and your hips were moving the opposite direction away from his hand.

He slowed down his hand and slowly pulled it away. His mouth didn't leave yours as you felt and heard him remove his pajama bottoms.

Bucky slowly ran a hand up and down his hard cock, spreading the precum over his shaft. He let out a long and drown out moan; borderline pornographic. It felt so good. He pulled his lips away from yours and looked down between your legs. With this right hand, he spreads you wider for him. He sinks into you with a tight groan.

He's been going raw inside of you for six months now. The condom box, along with your left over birth control pill, have formed cobwebs on them and yet he could never get over the feeling of your walls holding him snug in place. He fills you up until he's balls deep and he looks down at you again. His lips kiss yours in pecks as he begins to move.

"You always feel so good." He says breathlessly. You moan back in response. He raises himself just slightly with his right arm and he begins to piston faster into you. "Fuck."

His concentration becomes borderline painful, hoping this will be it, god he wants it to be.

You start to feel your core tightening once more and you bring your hand down to your clit. You start to rub yourself faster.

You gasp as you feel his tongue and teeth on your neck. When he sucks on that spot, you rub the left side of your clit up and down and it has you cumming around his dick so hard your back arches off the bed.

He's still thrusting into you, mumbling.

"Take my seed, baby. Take it, come on." He grunts as he feels his own abdomen tighten deliciously, "Ah, shit." He whimpers as he cums inside you over and over again, "aaaaaaah, shit."

He's gasping as he collapses onto you, his weight falling over you completely.

You're stunned at you catch your own breath, your fingers playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

@rebloggingmyrecs​ @kjdara​ @angstsebfan @lethallyprotected​ @lilfuturescars​ @ccmarvelxx​ @thesneakylittleminx​ @empress-of-riva @death-unbecomes-you​ @sonicisnotsober​ @sebsgirl71479​

#bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky x y/n #series #fanfiction #marvel #mcu #sebastian stan #AU #chapter 3

[strawberryblondebutch]

1, 3, 16 and 29 for the ask game? :3 i know ur 5 bands but which one is ur no1 fave

1 and 3 were answered here!

16. simple but extremely complex. favorite band?

American rock band The Wonder Years. Soupy is maybe second to Josh Ritter as the greatest songwriter of this current generation of rock music, the three-guitar rhythms create this intricate layered sound that many have tried and failed to replicate, and their songs are so personal it makes me wonder if I've never had a unique experience.

Case in point, I used to immediately shake off my boots and replace my socks after it snowed because, direct quote, "I'm not getting trench foot today!" A couple years ago, TWY pulled an old song from the vault called "Brakeless," with the line I'm not getting trench foot this week.

29. do you believe in ghosts? how about aliens?

I absolutely believe in ghosts. The frat house that I lived in was super haunted. Lights would flicker only when certain people entered and exited them, there was a shadowy dog that we used to see out of the corners of our eyes on the third floor. I slept in a converted storage room so I had a loft bed for size reasons, and my head was on the other end of the ladder, so you might understand why it was so unsettling when I heard a voice speak my full name (first, middle, Confirmation, last) directly in my ear at 7am.

As for aliens, I think there's probably extraterrestrial life somewhere out there, but I don't think we'll ever find it in our time because we don't know what to look for. Probably not carbon-based organisms, y'know?

Ask me things!

#answered

[the-firebird69]

Watchmen: Season 1: Episode 1: Ending Explained Breakdown, Easter Eggs +...

Okay here it is gay people talk about gay stuff what you're saying is to that guy don't play with my pecker and it sounds odd to him but he gets it you're a giant and that kind of stuff is not that prevalent and you're not gay at all and you're a different kind but we don't want to mention that I do. Going to begin shortly the series and it starts in westborough Massachusetts and they're saying that's where the handoff is from Concord and Stowe from the clans and to the morlock and it's more or less what happened because the clans were there in stowe and Concord not enforce but that's their place. In order to form the watchmen you have to go to westborough so they're there holding Trump and he blew them with a burst of air and it's ready to shoot the ship and said get out of here and they start to form it and they had watches. So he says which one you has my Rolex and someone says it and it says I don't have any money so he can hang on to it. It started laughing and they said wow that's great so it's kind of fun cuz he's not part of the club so he doesn't get that hurt but today he had an accident in the store with a cart and he ran directly into the the shelf I couldn't believe that idiot he drove right into it head on his back seems to be okay it's kind of sore there anyways and it's taking a beating but boy aren't you watching where you're going they said they're kind of driving me towards that side and I'm looking at it and I started turning and it was just not quick enough and they're too many people of a certain persuasion and they wanted to make it into some sort of analogy and I don't know what shelf it would be so they're talking about the edge of a island or something and they're saying that's what it is or a trench that leads to the whole and they're trying to find out so they're infighting and they don't know what we are doing or who we are I found that out and you're going Jesus Christ cuz it hit pretty good and some people are looking over and you just driving away and nothing was damaged on the outside of the cart and the shelf was fine and it's weird it's like a massive impact to it it made a noise real loud like a gunshot and you made a noise and someone's trying to say something and it actually bent the metal few pieces were slightly bent and they didn't notice it yet a few of the cards are damaged but people can hurt people with regular carts right actually easier cuz the wheels right up on people so really you smacked it good and I got upset and he was a little upset this is back from pain turns out it might be normal back pain and everybody there was getting their jollies off it and we start to have to get them this is kind of the same case but it's going to start in westborough with the video titanium you can kind of tell when by looking at it

Hera

Olympus

Zues Shelly says that and I can't figure it out she does not Shelly

#Youtube

[ckret2]

Today's Day 4 of Alastor Week hosted by @missblissy : Blood and War! Y'all didn't think I was gonna get all the way through 7 whole Alastor fics without slipping in at least one radiosnake fic, did you?

This is actually one I've been working on for a while; and, in addition, it's a lot longer than the last three days' fics; and today I'm wiped from writing three fics in a row the last three days; so instead of finishing the fic I wrote some chunks scattered throughout the fic and then decided to clean up some typos in the beginning of the fic in order to post it as a preview. The final fic will be 4 scenes; this preview is about 1.2 scenes.

Sir Pentious rampages in Pentagram City, Alastor shows up to help, and they hash out how exactly he can do that without stealing Sir Pent's thunder. (Also they're dating.)

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"What the hell are you doing here?!"

Alastor glanced over at the airship delicately lowering itself between two buildings. Sir Pentious hung precariously out of an open hatch that he was lining up with Alastor's rooftop so he could yell at him properly.

Alastor beamed brightly up at Sir Pentious. Sir Pentious scowled back.

With a singsong lilt to his voice, Alastor called out, "Good afternoon~!"

"Oh, don't you give me that!"

"Why not?" Alastor trotted to the edge of the roof, twirling his microphone cane like a baton, to talk to Sir Pentious more directly. "Is it not a good afternoon?"

Sir Pentious looked down. As far as the eye could see in every direction, burning buildings were crumbling and screaming sinners were running around like ants. The sky couldn't be seen behind a haze of thick, black smoke. Grudgingly, he said, "Pretty good."

He jabbed a finger at Alastor. "And I'm not about to let you ruin it!"

Alastor placed a hand over his heart and said, "You wound me!" in a friendly, carefree voice of the exact tone to suggested he was, in fact, a little bit wounded. "Why would I ruin it? I'm on your side of the fight!"

Sir Pentious emphatically jabbed his finger several more times. "That's exactly how you'd ruin it!"

Alastor blinked heavily, leaning back. "Beg pardon?"

"If you join the fight, then you'll get credit for all this!" Sir Pentious gestured at the scene of carnage. "Everyone already knows you can blow up half a town, but what about me?! Hell has forgotten the threat I pose! I won't have it!"

"Oh but I don't want credit. I just want to play, too!"

"Play? Ha! You're not cut out for open warfare. This is no game," Sir Pentious said, with an air of superiority that was wildly at odds with the fact that five minutes ago he'd been making a game out of decapitating sinners with a laser.

Alastor—who, of the two of them, was the one who'd spent half of 1918 in a trench, and was arguably the one who really understood open warfare—simply shrugged without arguing. "To help, then! Can't I at least come aboard? We could talk about it!"

"No! Oh no! No no no! You won't be doing any talking to me today, bussster! I'm not falling for that!"

Alastor tried to pout. His refusal to stop smiling prevented it from being very convincing; it mainly consisted of creasing his brows and offering his biggest, most adoring doe eyes. "Oh, but Pentious! My friend!"

"No!" Sir Pentious completely negated the power of Alastor's sappy eyes by utilizing a sly tactical maneuver called "turning around and shutting his eyes."

"My partner in crime!"

"Nooo."

"My king!"

Sir Pentious swallowed hard. "No."

"My dastardly darling," Alastor went on, relentless. "Light of my afterlife, hellfire of my heart—"

"Fuck you! Fine, get in here."

Alastor leaped gracefully off the edge of the building, angling for the open hatch on Sir Pentious's airship. Sir Pentious, who had less faith in Alastor's grace than Alastor did, leaned out the hatch with eyes wide and arms outstretched to catch him. The end result was the two of them landing in a tangled heap on the floor. Both of them privately blamed the other.

Instead of disentangling himself, Alastor slid an arm around Sir Pentious's neck and got comfortable. "Anyway, I don't know what you expected me to do besides come help. Did you think I'd just watch from some rooftop café on the far point of the pentagram? Sip coffee and wonder how you're doing? Please!"

Sir Pentious perked up. "Oh—is it visible from that far away?"

"Probably farther! Only the fire and occasional explosion, though. I couldn't see the airships until I was downtown."

And he wilted again. "Ah. Pity. All the smoke, I suppose."

Alastor studied Sir Pentious's disappointed expression; then smacked his shoulder. "Say, there's something I can do for you, isn't it!"

Sir Pentious gave Alastor a wary look. "What."

"Publicity! Somebody right in the heat of the fire, reporting live on the chaos and carnage! Every falling building, every exploding car, every screaming sinner suddenly silenced—all broadcast live to every radio in the Pentagram!" There was a slight echo as Alastor briefly seized control of the PA system, trumpeting his words throughout the airship: all broadcast live to every radio...! A couple of Egg Bois hustling by paused to look up in confusion. "You want to remind Hell of what a threat you pose? I can't think of any better way than that!"

Sir Pentious considered the offer, frowning thoughtfully. The longer Sir Pentious went without saying no, the wider Alastor's smile crept across his face. Finally, grudgingly, Sir Pentious said, "Well. It's an idea. Video footage would be more effective, I think."

Alastor knew he was being baited. He took the bait anyway. "Video footage!" He scoffed. "Who needs video footage? Video footage is for dance routines and Charlie Chaplin."

"Who?"

"Never mind. But this isn't a vaudeville routine, this is horror! And in horror, what you need is sound! Visual images are a mere distraction that will fade the minute you look away from them, good for nothing but cheap shock value! What sticks with you is the sounds—the wails reduced to gurgles, the sizzling of human flesh! Did we need to see a picture of the Hindenburg to feel its narrator's shock and grief?"

"What's—don't you 'never mind' me, what the devil's the Hindenburg?"

"I don't know, I've never seen a picture of the thing. Some attempt to get a hot air balloon to work like one of your airships, I think."

"Oh, is it." Sir Pentious sniffed haughtily. "I wouldn't waste good film on such a travesty, either."

Alastor clapped a hand on Sir Pentious's shoulder. "So we're in agreement! I'll get going!"

"We wh—? Hold on! I didn't agree to anything!"

Alastor was already getting to his feet, using Sir Pentious's shoulder as leverage; Sir Pentious swept Alastor's legs out from under him with his tail, and, once Alastor had tumbled back onto Sir Pentious's coils again, he clapped a hand over Alastor's mouth. "Stop talking for thirty ssseconds so I can think!"

Alastor looked Sir Pentious directly in the eyes and licked the palm of his hand. His tongue encountered Sir Pentious's glove. His eyes narrowed.

Sir Pentious smirked, then pretended he didn't notice the tongue inching toward the base of his palm in search of the glove's hem. "Now, then! I suppose you're right, I could do with a little publicity—but I know how showy you are, sir, and I won't have you grandstanding during my big day. The audience should be talking about me, not you! No singing, no dancing, no terrible puns, no alien octopus monsters, and no reminding people how dangerous you are! Can you do—" Sir Pentious's hood flared wide. "—are you trying to nibble through my glove?"

The corners of Alastor's grin were visible above Sir Pentious's hand.

Sir Pentious huffed, yanked his glove off, stuffed it in Alastor's mouth, and pulled a fresh one out of his pocket. Alastor, not about to let Sir Pentious think that kind of treatment galled him, started chewing on it.

Sir Pentious huffed more loudly and tried not to look flustered. "Really, now!"

Alastor pulled the glove out of his mouth. "You know, I appreciate the finger food, but I think it's a bit overcooked. It's like chewing leather."

"Well, I'm not as good a cook as you," Sir Pentious said archly. "So can you manage that or not?"

"Sir, I am a professional broadcast announcer! I know when to make the show about me, I know when to make it about the music, and I know when to make it about the news. And you, my friend, are big news. The biggest in Hell."

Sir Pentious's chest puffed up. "Well," he said. "Well, yes, in that case. By all means!"

"Wonderful!" Alastor flung his arms around Sir Pentious's shoulders, grinning viciously. "I'm going to make you a star, just you wait! By the end of the day, every mouth in Hell will be hissing your name: Sssir Pentiousss—"

"Don't mock my hiss," Sir Pentious said, but with no real rancor, tilting a little close to Alastor.

"Never, darling." Alastor pecked his cheek. "Now, come on. Haven't you  got some pillaging and plundering to get back to?"

###

When Alastor had first been charging into the battle zone, trying to track down Sir Pentious, hopping along from building to building had allowed him a close-up view of Sir Pentious's airships—especially when they were flying low, carefully hovering down the streets, so close to the neighboring buildings that Alastor could perch on a window washer's scaffold and wave through a porthole at an Egg Boi. But rooftop level was above half the fires Sir Pentious had started; visibility was cut almost to nothing by the smoke. All he got was soot and hazy glows and the occasional neon pink flash of chemical explosions—and rarely, a single airship emerging out of the dark, identifiable by sound long before by sight, the rumble of its engines like the thunder of an approaching storm.

But the real show, he now discovered, was at ground level.  That was where fires towered above him on every side, flames arcing up into the sky until the roof of smoke closed in over them, terrified screaming sinners jumping from the windows of burning buildings...

"... only to gorily splatter to the sidewalk," Alastor continued reporting to his microphone, "joining the bodies already burnt to cinders in the streets! Sir Pentious is showing no mercy today, ladies and gentlemen—nobody's safe, inside or out, high or low! If you're within range of his laser, then you are in danger!"

He paused his commentary at the sound of a low, loud thoom and a shrill whistling, then in a hushed voice hastily asked, "Can you hear that whistling? Nothing is visible yet, but that's the unmistakeable sound of one of Sir Pentious's infamous rockets. We should be hearing the impact any sec—" The street lit up white, and the explosion momentarily drowned out Alastor's delighted laughter.

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(And the rest will be my first priority to finish after Alastor Week, so it should be up soon! Stay tuned!)

#alastor #sir pentious #radiosnake #alastorweek #alastor week #hazbin hotel #fanfic #my writing

[stillwinchester]

Dean is walking in the park near to the lake, feeding the ducks and thinking how fucked up his life is.

His brother left him to go to college, and they had this stupid fight before that. And his father wants to keep him in their Auto Shop. Freakin' family business which became a curse...

He throws bread crumbs in the water in anger.

“You shouldn't do this.” Dean jumps, hearing some low voice next to his ear.

He turns around to see a dark hair guy in the trench coat. The pretty guy... who's talking directly to him because nobody else is near to them.

“What?” he asks, not understanding what the dude means.

“You shouldn't be feeding the ducks a bread,” he explains. Dean scratches a back of his neck, but he still has no clue what wrong he did this time.

“Why?”

“It's harmful for them. For their stomachs. It's also a diet low in vitamin D and E, which causes problems with their wings. It's a syndrome called 'angel wing'.” The dude is talking calmly and serious like he really cares about the ducks. Dean feels a little embarrassed.

“I didn't know that...”

“I figured that you're not killing them on purpose.”

Dean's ears turn pink after the last point. Dean isn't sure if he's serious or not.

He clears his throat and reaches his hand out.

“I'm Dean, by the way.” The man shakes his hand and tilts his head to the right, maintaining eye contact.

“Castiel.”

They're staring at each other for a moment longer, and Dean doesn't even feel awkward about that. There's something soothing in these blue eyes, something which feels like home.

“So, umm... What ducks eat then?” he asks eventually, and Cas blinks like he just woke up from the dream.

“A few stuff. Vegetables, sunflower seeds... I'll show you.” Cas puts his hand in his coat's pocket and pulls a paper bag out from it. He opens it and shares with Dean, who takes a bunch of this and throws it away. One duck comes closer after food lands on the ground.

“Are you an ornithologist, Cas?” asks Dean, wondering why his new friend knows a lot about ducks.

“No,” he chuckles. “I'm a writer, I did research, I needed informations to my book.”

“You're writing about ducks?”

“Sometimes,” he jokes. “But mostly about murders. I know ten ways to hide a body... You can call me if you need some help with that.”

“Okay, that's one is creepy!”

Cas smiles a little at him and gives ducks another portion of food. Next, he looks at Dean again.

“And what about you?”

“I'm mechanic,” he says. “But I want to have my own bar.”

He has no idea why he confessed this to the stranger, but maybe that is the reason? It's, indeed, a stranger who's not going to judge him. And he can be himself for five minutes, right?

“I hope your dream will come true one day, Dean.”

Dean shrugs and hide his hand on the pocket, trying to avoid Cas' gaze.

“Yeah... me too. But I don't think so.”

“Why? Good things do happen.”

“You believe in that?” he asks surprised, he doesn't surround himself with optimistic people most of time.

“Of course! I saved a few ducks today, isn't it something wonderful?” Cas points.

“Sure... But who's gonna save me?”

“I don't know,” he says. “But I think, you need to believe that you deserve to be saved first.”

“Yeah... The thing is I'm not a believer at all.”

Cas dumps rest of the food on the ground and puts an empty bag to his pocket. Dean thinks that he's going to leave him now, but Cas is still standing there, not moving even an inch. He's just staring at the lake in silence, and Dean can't help watching him.

“The sky is beautiful today,” speaks Cas eventually. Dean just nods, agreeing with him.

“Listen... Can I buy you a coffee?” he asks nervously, Cas looks at him agan and smiles.

“Only if I can buy you a pie.”

“Deal!” chuckles Dean and he realizes that he haven't felt so good for a long time.

“Shall we?” Cas offers him his arm.

Dean chuckles once again and slowly wraps his hand around Cas' elbow. They're walking in the park, and Dean thinks that maybe there's still hope for him. That maybe he can have happy life after all.

#destiel #deancas #spn #supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #destiel au #destiel fic #fic #fixlet #fanfiction #writing #mine

[cocomaxley]

Kinky Cards - CGW Edition Part 2 - Rashad x Genevieve

This is a part of a TRR A/U called Cordonians Gone Wild, a collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @leelee10898 and yours truly. Catch up HERE.

Summary: Kinky Cards rides again, this time the CGW squad tries their hand again!

Kinky Cards Part 2 introduction post HERE

Rating: NSFW

Tag List: @hopefulmoonobject @fullbeaumonty @brightpinkpeppercorn @katurrade @krsnlove @alj4890 @zaffrenotes @annekebbphotography @carabeth @moneyfordiamonds @give-me-ernest-sinclaire @3pawandme @indiacater @ooo-barff-ooo @ownworldresident @tornbetween2loves @perfectprofessorherokid @stopforamoment @editboutique @wannabemc2 @enmchoices @lauradowning29 @lodberg @smalltalk88 @gibbles82 @heatherfilliez

Genevieve was standing in her closet deciding on what to wear. Her phone chirped, she picked it up and saw a message from Rashad, I’ll be in back to back meetings all day. See you at dinner. Love you.

She had taken the day off of work and hoped they would be able to eat lunch together. Feeling slightly disappointed, she started responding to the text when she got an idea. “Seems like a good day to use Kinky Card number two…” She said to herself. She stripped off her bra and panties and walked to her dresser, picking out matching black lace bra, thong, garter belt, and thigh highs. She slipped on a pair of black heels and grabbed her tan knee length trench coat from a hanger.

After she threw on the jacket, Genevieve walked the familiar route to Rashad’s study. She knocked on the door and poked her head in. His face immediately broke out into a smile. He pushed the mute button on his desk phone and waved her in. “This is a lovely surprise. What are you up to?” Smiling mischievously, she sauntered over to him and sat on his lap, “Well I had the day off and was hoping we could spend some time together. So, I thought I’d join you for some of your meetings today. Quietly, of course.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t want to listen to these conference calls. I would never subject you to that,” he replied, kissing her cheek. “Rashad, it sounds like we have some follow ups that need to be completed before our next checkpoint call. I’ll have my assistant email the meeting minutes and we can touch base next week.” Genevieve recognized his business partner’s voice on the other end of the line. He unmuted the phone, “Sounds good, William. We’ll talk soon. Bye.” He disconnected the call shortly after.

She leaned down and softly kissed his lips, he immediately deepened it. The laptop on his desk started to ding, indicating another meeting was about to start. “I have about 5 minutes before I need to log onto this video call, Gen. I’m sorry.” With her still in his lap, he took one hand and moved the mouse on his computer. He was about to click the start button on the web conference when she slipped the card out of her pocket and placed it on the desk in front of him. His eyes widened with shock, “Oh sweetie, not today. I’m going to be live with Liam and other nobles.”

“That’s too bad, honey. I don’t think you have much choice.” She stood up and slowly unbuttoned the trench coat. Once he saw what she was wearing underneath, he swallowed hard and couldn't talk. She dropped the jacket on the floor, walked over to him and sat back down on his lap. In a seductive tone, she whispered in his ear, “Now, what was I saying? Oh that's right, your only job is to concentrate, my love. I'll do everything else.” She leaned down and kissed his neck, just below his ear. He closed his eyes completely lost in the feeling of her lips directly on the spot that drove him crazy. His phone and computer both rang and chimed, which fell on deaf ears.

“Shit, Gen. I have to get on this call.” She stood up facing him, bent down and kissed him hard, while palming his already hard cock through his pants. She knelt down between his legs, popped the button and lowered the zipper on his pants. He lifted his hips slightly from the chair allowing her to pull his pants and boxers down. “Don't worry, no one will know that I'm here.”

“This is a horrible idea,” he said making her giggle. He clicked the start button on the video chat link. The screen was full of nobles’ faces in individual boxes. Liam’s face right in the center of the screen. “Ah, Rashad, there you are. I was afraid you weren't going to make it,” Liam said. “I'm sorry, your majesty, I had an unscheduled meeting that required my, um, immediate attention.” Genevieve looked up from between his legs and smiled. She stroked his hard length with her hand before swirling her tongue around his tip. He cursed under his breath as she lowered her head, taking his long length into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, causing him to groan.

Liam started with a summary and agenda for the meeting. One of the topics for discussion was how to increase tourism, which Rashad was leading. He prayed that Liam would pick a different topic to kick off the meeting. Liam cleared his throat and started talking, “Let's start with the animal sanctuary, Lord Beaumont.”

“Oh thank you, Jesus,” Rashad whispered. “What was that, Rashad?” Liam inquired. “Nothing, I'm eager to what hear what Maxwell…” he closed his eyes, unable to complete his sentence as she moved her mouth from his shaft to his sack. Her hand continued to stroke his length, every once in a while increasing speed in her movements, bringing him close to the edge and then stopping.

As Liam continued, he noticed Rashad’s shallow breathing and flushed face. Liam addressed him, “Rashad, are you alright?” Rashad cleared his throat, his voice an octave higher than normal, "I'm fine, Liam. Could you repeat the, uh, the question?" Liam gave a curious look as he stared at the screen. He knew something was off, he just couldn’t pinpoint what it was. “I was saying that-“ Just then Rashad cleared his throat, his hand rubbing over his forehead as he looked down, and Liam quirked a brow. Then, it dawned on him and a smirk played across his lips as he tried stifling a laugh. “I was saying that we’ve got a lot to discuss in this meeting, so it may go longer than normal. Is that going to be an issue?”

“Oh shit that's good...no, I mean no. It won't be a prob-problem," he stammered as his voice cracked. Liam covered his mouth trying his best not to let the laugh that was building in his chest come out. “Good, I’m glad. I really need your input on these matters. So I need your full undivided attention. Now, Maxwell, please go ahead.”

Maxwell eagerly started talking, "Well, I'm very happy to announce that we've finally reached an agreement with our friends in China. Next week, we will be welcoming our brand new baby pandas over at the sanctuary." Liam replied, "That's great news, Maxwell! Are there any events you have planned that the crown can help with?"

Genevieve stopped pleasuring him and made eye contact. She whispered with a smile, “Baby pandas!” Maxwell looked at Rashad’s image on his computer monitor and saw him looking down towards his lap. Maxwell cocked his head at the screen and asked, "Uuuuh, Rashad? Freaking Pandas, bro. Are you even listening?!" Rashad looked up as a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, "Uh right. Pandas. Awesome. Oh my god!” Genevieve had resumed licking his stiff cock, the sensation taking him by surprise. He managed to finish his thought, “Great job, Maxwell. Ohhh. Really good.” Maxwell stared at the screen confused.

Liam cleared his throat catching Maxwell’s attention. His head snapped back to Liam, "Events! Yes! My wife and I were planning a fundraising gala tomorrow night to help with the cost of the new habitat as well as the actual shipment of the cubs to Cordonia. The queen has graciously allowed us to hold the event in Valtoria so any support from the crown and council would be appreciated." Liam smirked, "I'm sure you'll have Domvallier's support as well, right Rashad?"

Rashad gripped the desk tightly with both hands, "Right. Absolutely. Next topic please." Maxwell chimed in, "Actually, Liam. If I may, I'd like to take this time to mention that the pandas are not only a big deal for the sanctuary, but they may also be able to help with our tourism boost initiative, right, Rashad?"

"Yes, Maxwell. That's correct. Please stop talking to me,” he replied trying his hardest to form coherent sentences. Maxwell’s face fell, looking hurt. Genevieve stopped again and glared at him. Shaking his head, Rashad said, “I'm sorry, Maxwell. I didn't mean that.” That earned a smile from him, “It’s alright, buddy. Don't worry.”

“The next topic I’d like to bring up is increasing tourism. Rashad, you have had some really good ideas about this in the past. So if you wouldn’t mind, can you share with the others and bring them up to speed.” Rashad looked towards the webcam, trying to keep his facial expression even. “Liam, perhaps Mr. Walker would like to go next,” he held his breath to keep from moaning. His right hand moved to the back of her head grasping a fist full of her long black hair. “He...he...fuu…he had an idea about charter fishing trips. Drake, for the love of god, go ahead.”

Drake’s face lit up, “Yeah, so charter fishing is a really great untapped resource. I mean, who doesn't love to fish, right? And did you know that the waters around Cordonia are so much cleaner than surrounding areas? The current seems to pull the polluted water away from our bays. Cleaner water means cleaner fish plus....”

Rashad let out a sigh of relief, enjoying his girlfriend’s mouth wrapped around his cock. All of a sudden, Liam interjected, “Excuse me, Drake. Rashad, you and Drake have both fished in Portavira before. Would you agree that Cordonia’s bays are pretty clean?” Rashad grumbled under his breath, "Yep. Sure are." Drake looked affronted as he replied, "Of course they are clean. I just said they're clean. Whoa...Rashad...buddy, you okay?"

Liam asked a follow up question directed at Rashad, “How much cleaner? Because Portavira is known for their crystal clear waters.” Drake started to respond, but Liam cut him off, “I'd like Rashad’s opinion please, Drake.” He couldn't hide the irritation in his voice, “Liam, I really think I am capable of speaking about the water clarity…” Hoping to divert the attention away from him, Rashad agreed, "Drake is the...he's the expert, Liam. Let him...oh...let him answer. Sweet Jesus."

“Rashad, seriously, you don't look so good. You look like your about to…” Drake stopped talking once he realized what was happening. Rashad tapped Genevieve’s shoulder hoping she'd slow down, but she ignored him and kept bobbing her head up and down. Liam argued, “Well I like having the opinions of people who aren’t experts, to see how well our experts do at passing along their knowledge.”

"They're pretty damn clear, Liam!" Rashad said, pounding his fist on the desk. Liam chuckled, “No need to get hostile, Rashad. Are you sure you’re feeling alright? You seem awfully....tense.” Rashad glared at him but nodded his head, "Mmhmm. I'm fine. Let's just keep this meeting moving. Please."

“Sure thing,” Liam snorted. Pam came into view behind Drake, “What's wrong with Rashad?” Rashad covered his beet red face with his hands. “Oh my God!” Pam gasped, her hand over her mouth. Rashad didn't think he could handle anymore teasing from both his girlfriend and friends. "Hey, I gotta drop off the call, Liam. I'll call you later and catch up...oohhhh.”

Liam looked at Rashad's image on his computer screen and coughed to cover up the laugh that escaped his throat, “Drake, it sounds like you have a good plan in place. Thank you. Rashad, we’re almost done. Just hang on for a little bit longer. Let's talk about your idea. I know how excited you are to present this to the group.”

Rashad tried his best to regain his composure, "Right. Ahem, one thing to consider would be...oh god...the, um, golf course on Cormery Isle. If..." Rashad bit the inside of his cheek and took a deep breath. Genevieve grasped his cock in her hand and pumped him as her tongue continued to stroke and lick his swollen tip. He tried his best to continue, "excuse me...if Lord Neville and his family could talk to the PGA and have an exhibitionnnn. Lord Neville, why don't you continue." He dropped his fist and it fell with a thump on top of the desk. His head fell forward when Genevieve let out a quiet moan which sent a vibration through him.

Liam tried to gather himself as he rubbed his hand over his mouth to hide his laugh. “Actually, Rashad. Since you’ve held these types of exhibitions before in Domvallier and have the experience needed to make it a success, I think that it would be better for you and Neville to do this one together. What do you say?”

"Yes! God, yes! Ooohhh..." He closed his eyes, and his head fell back as he found his release, spilling himself into her mouth. Genevieve swallowed everything and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up and smiled at him, holding back a giggle as the look on his face went from relaxed to sheer horror. The realization of what just happened dawned on him. He looked at the screen and saw Liam's grin grow bigger and bigger before he burst out laughing. “Hey, Gen! Hope you enjoyed the meeting,” Leo snorted. Genevieve covered her mouth, barely able to contain her laughter.

“Lord Rashad, make sure to get your golf shorts ready for the exhibition. It'll showcase your legs. Well, my Lords and Ladies, that's all I have for today. Let's follow up in a couple of weeks,” Liam said through his laughter before ending the video chat.

Rashad closed his laptop and pulled Genevieve up from underneath the desk. She stood in front of him, his hands gripping her waist. He chuckled as he said, “You enjoyed making me squirm way too much, Gen.” She leaned down and kissed him, “It seemed like you enjoyed yourself.”

He dialed a number on his desk phone and spoke to his assistant, “Please cancel the rest of my meetings for today. I have something urgent that needs to be addressed. It's going to take the rest of the afternoon to resolve it.” He hung up the phone and turned his attention back to her.

He stood up and pushed her back against the desk. He kicked of his shoes, his pants and boxers quickly followed. She removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders. Then she pulled his undershirt over his head adding it to the pile of clothing on the floor. “Turn around, sweetheart,” he commanded. He pushed the items on his desk out of her way as she turned her body and bent over his desk. She felt his hands caress her ass, before settling between her legs. His fingers stroked her through her lace thong. “You're so wet, Gen,” he said in a low tone before he pulled her thong down her legs. He kissed the backs of her thighs, his hands going back to her throbbing core. His fingers stroked her slit. “Oh, Rashad,” she moaned. His cock hardened and he pumped himself a few times before he teased her wet entrance. “Please, Rashad. I need you,” she whimpered. He thrust into her slowly, enjoying the feeling of her around him. He gripped her hips and set a steady pace plunging into her over and over again. Sensing she was close, he brought his hand around and traced tight circles around her sensitive nub. “Oh god! Don't stop!” She cried out. She quickly came undone as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Feeling her walls flutter and clench around him, he found his own release spilling inside her. He leaned over her and kissed her shoulders while trying to catch his breath.

Just then, his cell phone rang. He saw Liam's name flash across the screen and groaned, “Dammit, he's calling to give me shit.” He answered the call, “What can I do for you, Liam?” She could hear Liam laughing on the other end. “Do you even realize what you agreed to in that meeting?” Rashad's eyes went wide, “What fresh hell did I sign up for? You know damn well I wasn't paying attention.” This made Liam laugh even harder, “You agreed to help Neville set up a PGA exhibition at Cormery Isle.” Genevieve could no longer hold back and doubled over into a fit of giggles. He quirked his brow at her, “Oh you think this is funny? You have to come with me and play hostess alongside Neville's mother.” She immediately stopped laughing as her mouth fell open, which made Rashad chuckle. By then Liam had lost all control. He was laughing so hard that he dropped his phone and the call disconnected.

He turned to her, “Next time we pick the card together. All of the nobles think I'm either crazy or dying.” She laughed, “Oh I don't know. I like seeing my cool and calm boyfriend lose control.” She ran her hands up his chest, then wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him into a heated kiss. “Now I believe you said it would take all afternoon to ‘resolve’ this issue…” She pulled him by the arm towards the sofa.

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