#he says hes got tours he might be doing up in the hills and needs a second driver

[beansnpeets]

I might get to drive sled next weekend or the weekend after 👀

#barkin up some trees #sled dog adventures #he says hes got tours he might be doing up in the hills and needs a second driver #so said he would let me know #also his sister wants to make stickers of all the dogs using photos so im gonna help her #its gonna be dope #i love seeing the dogs #i got to see the puppies today theyre soooooo sweet #and so wild lol #i love them #it was fun #mostly sled dog guy just chatted to me about the dogs #as usual #which is always good #hes so nice #he told me i can use his dryland cart! #so thats fun!

[imzadi-caskett-huddy]

Let's Make Love

So I’ve got a Castle playlist on my phone, and it has songs I’ve accumulated over the years that just make me think of Castle and Beckett in some way. This fic is kind of based around one of those songs–”Let’s Make Love” was released in 1999 by Faith Hill and Tim McGraw, who are an excellent couple in their own right (and oh my God, if you ever get the chance to see them on tour together, the chemistry between them onstage is ELECTRIC).

When I heard this song on my playlist recently, I was immediately flooded with the images of the infamous scene from “Always” (Including that deleted scene), and I just couldn’t get it out of my head. So I just had to write it out. I’ll include some of the words in parts of the fic, but I highly recommend looking it up on Youtube or something and listening to get the real power and emotion of the song. You won’t regret it…I promise!

I don’t own Castle…and I don’t own the song “Let’s Make Love” either…

This starts with the end scene in “Always” and will continue through the night. As such, this is very much an M rated fic. There’s lots of sex; I’m trying to keep it as romantic as possible, but still… I’m not sugarcoating it for you. Lots of sex. If you’re not comfortable reading a sex fic, you might want to skip this one.

xxxxx

Just a reminder warning…this fic contained within this chapter is 1000% rated M. Sexy times ahead. You have been warned.

Castle had just ended his call with Alexis when his phone rang again. Seeing Beckett’s face on the caller ID, he stared at it for a moment before rejecting the call. He used the remote to turn on the touchscreen monitor in his office and opened the file…Beckett’s file. He hesitated only a moment before moving the file to the trash with a heavy sigh. The knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. There was a loud clap of thunder as he opened it, revealing Beckett, who had obviously been caught outside in the storm; she was soaking wet. “Beckett, what do you want?” he frowned.

Baby, I’ve been drifting away

And dreaming all day

Of holding you, touching you

The only thing I wanna do

Is be with you

As close to you

As I can be

She didn’t hesitate with her answer, despite his unwelcoming tone or the look on his face. “You.” She pushed into his loft, grabbed his face, and kissed him thoroughly. She wasn’t sure if he was too shocked or too mad, but when he didn’t respond, she pulled away and rested her forehead against his. “I’m so sorry, Castle…” she murmured, her voice breaking slightly. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry…” she breathed.

When she leaned in for another kiss, Castle had recovered enough to pull her away from him, staring at her face. It was tear-stained; she’d been crying for awhile…long before she got to him. “What happened?” he asked. He had to know. He needed to know why she was suddenly here after everything they’d said to each other...after he'd walked away.

“He got away, and I didn’t care. I almost died, and all I could think about was you. I just want you,” she answered him honestly. She went for another kiss, but he held back before her lips could touch his. She pulled back, completely unsure now. She had known he might reject her advances, but she hadn’t allowed herself to fully consider that possibility on her way over. Only now, it seemed as though he was rejecting them, rejecting her…she’d waited too long to tell him, and now she’d lost him.

Castle studied her for a long moment, his feelings at war inside him. He loved her…God, did he love her. But she’d hurt him, rejected him in a way earlier. And he knew her…knew her better than anyone; she might be here now saying all she wanted was him, but what if something else popped on her mother’s case? What if she had another opportunity to take a run at the guy who shot her? Would she still say all she wanted was him?

As lightning flashed outside, he made his decision. He wanted her, he loved her more than all of that…more than the hurt she’d inflicted, more than the uncertainty. He just wanted her. A loud crack of thunder sounded as he pushed Beckett back against the open door, slamming it closed with her back, as he kissed her soundly. The dams each of them had carefully constructed finally burst with that kiss; three and a half years of emotions flooded their systems, rushing to the surface.

Their mouths opened for each other, and though Beckett had begun as the aggressor, Castle quickly took charge. His mouth claimed hers with his tongue, his kiss firm and demanding…and she let him. She’d come to him that night wanting him, but he’d wanted her longer, waited a year for her…tonight she was going to give him what he wanted, show him what he waited for was worth it; tonight she was giving him herself…no more walls.

He couldn’t get enough of her…the taste of her kiss, the feel of her body pressed against his, the soft moans and pants for air as he kissed her. His mouth moved across her cheek to her neck, nipping and sucking, tasting her skin as her fingers ran through his hair and over his back, pulling him closer. And then his mouth was back on hers again, their tongues meeting in a fiery tango, stoking the fire that raged between them as they finally gave into what they’d both wanted for so long. He trailed his kisses along the other side of her neck and down her throat to her chest, pausing to unbutton her shirt and look at the scar from where she’d been shot a year ago.

As if reading his mind, she took his hand and placed it over the scar, allowing him to feel her heart beating underneath as she kissed him again. This kiss was slow, deep, passionate, allowing him to feel everything she felt for him, allowing him to feel her. She finally broke the kiss with a smile as she nuzzled his nose. Taking his hand in hers, she led him towards his bedroom.

Let’s make love

All night long

Until all our strength is gone

Hold on tight

Just let go

I wanna feel you in my soul

Until the sun comes up

Let’s make love

She led him into the bedroom, stopping beside his bed and finally dropping his hand silently. They didn’t talk; words weren’t necessary right now. Their eyes met, speaking enough for the both of them, as she gently caressed his face with her fingertips. She held his gaze as she slowly slid her shirt and bra strap over her right shoulder until his eyes moved to the bare skin. He couldn’t resist touching her, bringing his hand up to push her hair out of the way and slide his hand over her shoulder and down her back.

Her eyes closed for a moment as his fingers caressed her skin. When she opened them, she was overcome by the look in his eyes as he just stared at her bare skin. She wasn’t sure if she made the move backward to the bed, or if he gently walked her toward it, but a moment later, he slowly lowered her to the mattress. She raised up to kiss him as he pressed a knee to the mattress, moving over her. Her hands slowly moved up his biceps, gently pulling him down with her as she eased herself back to the mattress, her lips never leaving his.

He lowered himself to her, supporting his weight on his forearms as he deepened their kiss. He forced himself to go slow. He’d waited too long for this, she was too important to him for it to be over in 5 minutes because he couldn’t control himself like some teenage boy. He already knew this first time was going to be over faster than either of them wanted, but he wanted to make love to her, wanted to worship her, and he couldn’t do that if he didn’t practice some restraint.

Her fingers began working the buttons of his shirt, pulling it from where it was tucked into his pants and then pushing it over his shoulders. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he broke the kiss only to raise up enough to shrug out of the shirt and toss it to the side somewhere.

“Kate…” he started, only to be silenced by her fingertips on his lips.

“Don’t talk right now…just feel,” she whispered, meeting his eyes with a small smile, her lips covering his again. “Let me feel you…” she murmured against his lips between kisses, hooking one leg at his waist and pulling his hips down against hers.

Her words were hot, but combined with her actions they were even hotter. He groaned into her mouth, fisting the comforter on his bed to keep from coming undone right then. Once he had a little more control, he slid a hand between them, unbuttoning her shirt and peeling the wet fabric from her skin before dropping it to the floor. He wasted no time unbuttoning her jeans next, struggling more than he would admit with the wet denim as he peeled them down her legs and dropped them to the floor as well, after removing her boots and socks.

She pulled him back into a kiss as he moved back over her, her fingers sliding slowly over his chest and down to his pants. She easily unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling back from the kiss slightly with a playful look in her eyes as she slid the zipper down slowly, her hand purposefully brushing along the length of him as she tugged her lower lip between her teeth.

“Kate…” he groaned, having to drop his head to her shoulder for a moment to recompose himself. He wasn’t going to last if she kept doing things like that. He pressed a kiss to her collarbone before pushing himself up so he could get rid of his pants, shoes, and socks.

While he was getting rid of his pants, she shifted on the mattress so she could lie on his pillows. She watched him as he climbed back on the bed, her eyes dark with desire as she watched his muscles flex when he moved over her. She knew he was trying to take it slow, and she wanted to give him what he wanted…but she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to take him going as slow as he might want to this first time.

He gave her a smile, trailing soft kisses across her collarbone to her shoulder. His mouth nudged her bra strap as his fingers slid to her back and unhooked it. He slowly pulled it away, his eyes darkening as he took her in. He couldn’t help but lick his lips as his mouth moved to her breasts, kissing, licking, sucking.

A soft gasp escaped, and she tugged her lower lip between her teeth as her back arched, pushing her chest toward his mouth. “Castle…” she breathed, her fingers raking through his hair.

His hand slid down her side slowly as his mouth continued to work her breasts. His fingers brushed across the waistband of her panties, and he slipped his hand inside. A moan escaped her throat and she bucked her hips to his touch as his fingertips ghosted a touch between her legs and just over where she wanted him most.

“Castle…please…” she panted softly.

He pulled back slightly so he could look at her with a grin, watching her face as he gave her what she wanted, his finger slowly sliding between her legs from her core to her entrance and back. Her hips chased his touch, her eyes closing as she moaned his name lowly. He’d wanted to tease her, but the way she moaned his name had him giving her exactly what she wanted. His fingers stroked her slowly, slipping into her and using just the right amount of pressure as he built her up both from his strokes inside her and with his thumb over her core. It didn’t take long before she was flying over the edge, fingers tightening in his hair, his name falling from her lips with a few curses.

He pressed kisses along her throat, smirking against her skin, his fingers working her through her orgasm until she pushed his hand away. He shifted then, getting rid of his boxers while he waited for her, watching her breathing finally even out. When she was back with him, he gently hooked his fingers in her panties and slid them down her legs.

Their eyes met, and then he drew in a ragged breath as his eyes traveled over her body, taking her in completely for the first time. “You’re beautiful…” he murmured, completely in awe of her.

“Staring is still creepy…” she tugged her lip between her teeth a little shyly.

“Right…sorry…” he shook his head. He shifted on the mattress to reach for his nightstand. When she took his hand to stop him, he arched an eyebrow. “I’m just getting protection…”

She shook her head. “You don’t have to. I haven’t been with anyone since…” she trailed off softly, knowing he knew what she meant, but not wanting to say her previous boyfriend’s name in bed with him. “And I’m on birth control...for several months. I…wanted to be ready for you…for this...” she explained with an almost nervous smile.

“Me too…I mean, I haven’t been with anyone either since…you know…” he assured her. “I was waiting for you…ever since you asked me to…before then, really…” he added, wanting to make sure she understood that despite his attempted fling with the flight attendant, he hadn’t actually slept with her.

His words surprised her a little. She honestly thought he had been with the flight attendant; he certainly had spent enough time with her. She also hadn’t expected him to admit to waiting for her before she’d even asked him to; he hadn’t been with anyone since Gina…because of her, because he wanted her. She pulled him to her in a deep kiss as the realization hit.

“Kate…you’re sure about this?” he asked softly when they had both pulled away from the kiss.

She nodded. “Yes. I trust you…no more walls…nothing between us…”

He kissed her slowly, lacing the fingers of their joined hands as he shifted over her. He stretched their joined hands above her head, his free hand gently stroking her cheek as he pulled back enough from the kiss to meet her eyes. His thigh nudged hers apart as he settled between her legs, finally sliding into her slowly.

She gasped softly, squeezing his hand as he stretched her. It had been a little over a year, and he was not small.

“Okay?” he asked her softly, remaining still so she could adjust to him.

She nodded, caressing his cheek with her free hand. “Perfect…” she smiled, kissing him slowly. A moment later she hooked her leg over his thigh, pulling him deeper into her with a soft moan against his mouth.

He took that as his cue that she was ready and began a slow, tender pace. It took most of his concentration to keep his control, but he managed for a few moments at first, his lips meeting hers in long, breathless kisses as they moved easily together…like a well-choreographed dance they had been doing for years and not something they were doing for the first time.

It wasn’t long, though, before his movements started getting sloppier, and he dropped his kisses to her neck. His hand was still joined with hers, and his free hand gripped her hip. Their moans mixed, gradually increasing in volume as his thrusts started coming faster, harder, her body arching against his to meet him, thrust for thrust. Her free hand raked her nails down his back hard enough to leave marks, but not enough to actually break skin. Her ankles locked behind his ass and tugged him deeper into her, holding him there for a moment as she squeezed her muscles around him before letting him move again.

“Kate…” he grunted his warning breathlessly in her ear, his fingers gripping her hip hard as he fought to not lose it right there, her little trick nearly ending him too soon.

“Rick…” she practically purred his name in his ear, tugging him deeper again, her arm wrapping around him to pull him as close as she could get him. “Let go with me…” she breathed, her teeth grazing against his skin near his ear.

The way she felt in his arms, the sound of her breathless moans, the way she said his name as she pulled him in undid him. His thrusts came hard and fast, his hips grinding against her with every thrust as his control snapped. She hit her high first, seconds before he exploded inside of her with a few last thrusts as he dropped breathlessly on top of her.

Do you know what you do to me

Everything inside of me

Is wanting you

And needing you

I’m so in love with you

Look in my eyes

Let’s get lost tonight

In each other

He recovered first, trailing soft kisses along her jaw as he just watched her. He was so in love with her. He’d known that for awhile, but now…he knew she was it. The way they were together…the way she felt in his arms…the way it felt making love…he couldn’t imagine himself with another woman, ever. There was no coming back from her, no getting over her if this didn’t work. She was it.

She finally opened her eyes and met his, so intense and full of emotion as he studied her. She gently caressed his cheek, moving in for a kiss that started soft but quickly turned passionate as he rolled them so she was on top of him now. Instinctively she rolled her hips, groaning lowly as she pushed up slightly against his chest, arching an impressed eyebrow when she realized he was still hard inside her. Apparently he wasn’t quite done yet.

His hands slowly slid along her thighs as she straddled him, rocking his hips up into her. Shifting so that he was sitting with his back against the headboard, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her hotly. “Kate…” he murmured against her neck, his hands sliding along her back.

“Hmm?” she breathed in his ear, gently tugging his ear lobe between her teeth, starting a slow, steady rhythm, rocking her hips against his.

He groaned, covering her lips with his again, his arms tightening around her. He pulled back to look in her eyes. His fingertips gently caressed her skin, and he couldn’t help but kiss her again. “I love you…” slipped out before he could stop it.

His words didn’t send her running. Instead she took his face in her hands and deepened the kiss. He still loved her. She hadn’t messed this up. She broke the kiss only when she had to breathe, resting her forehead against his. “Castle…” she breathed. “I’m so sorry…for everything…” she murmured, pressing another soft kiss to his lips before meeting his eyes. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long…I’m sorry I made you think I don’t…” she tried to explain. “I do…” she kissed him again. Somehow she realized she wasn’t making sense…and he deserved to hear the words. “I love you…” she told him. “I love you, Castle…I’m so sorry I made you think I didn’t…”

He cut off her words with a passionate kiss, gripping her tightly as he laid her back so that he was on top of her again, thrusting deeply inside her. His hands slid over her skin, touching everywhere. He couldn’t get enough of her, pulling her close, going as deeply inside of her as he physically could. He had never needed a woman the way he needed her now.

Her arms wrapped around him, keeping him close against her. Her hands worked the muscles in his back and shoulders, lightly kneading and then sliding over his skin, nails digging in slightly, his name coming out in soft moans and whimpers as he moved, touching places inside of her she’d never been touched…places she didn’t know existed…and not just physically, but emotionally.

This time when they hit their high, he fell first, but he kept going until she fell a few thrusts later. It was intense, moreso than the first time, for both of them. They laid breathless and spent, wrapped so tightly entwined with each other that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

xxxxx

Sometime later, she woke up with a slight shiver, despite having a warm body draped over her back. Her nose was cold, and her feet were cold…and she couldn’t remember how they got underneath the covers that were half off her. Her hair was still slightly damp from the rain, and her ribs and arms ached from her battle with Maddox on the roof. Then she smiled slightly as she felt the ache of some other muscles…the delicious ache that was a result of lovemaking.

She shifted slightly so that she could see him; he was sleeping peacefully. But she was cold after being out in the rain for so long, their earlier activities only warming her up temporarily. She bit her lip and finally slid out of his bed, careful not to wake him up. She figured she could use his shower to warm up and then slide back into bed without ever having to disturb him. She found her shirt and jeans and stretched them out over a chair so they would dry enough for her to be able to wear them home later…tomorrow…before making her way to his bathroom.

When she flipped on the light, she was startled by the figure in the far side of the bathroom staring at her and jumped slightly. She quickly calmed down when she realized it wasn’t a real person, just a figure from Star Wars, which made her roll her eyes at the absurdity of Castle having a life size Boba Fett in his bathroom. She then spotted his shower. It was big…luxurious; it was definitely large enough for two people to use comfortably. She contemplated waking him to join her, but quickly decided against it, deciding to let him sleep. It wasn’t like she was sneaking out…she just wanted to get warm and maybe process…everything.

As she stood underneath the water and closed her eyes, she let the heat relax her muscles…her arms and her shoulders where she had to hang on to the roof for her life, literally…her neck from the tension of the case and the aftermath…her ribs from the beating she’d taken at the hands of Maddox. She was so caught up in her thoughts as she let the heat both relax and warm her, that she didn’t hear the shower door open or Castle step inside.

“You okay?” he asked.

She jumped at the sound of his voice, her eyes popping open quickly. “Don’t sneak up on me like that,” she grumbled. “And while we’re on the subject of that…your friend out there almost gave me a heart attack. Boba Fett? Really, Castle?”

He chuckled softly. “Sorry. I didn’t realize you were getting up to come in here, or I would have warned you.”

“No you wouldn’t have,” she shook her head with a soft laugh. He wouldn’t have thought about it.

“You’re right. No, I wouldn’t have,” he smiled. “So, uh…why exactly are you up…showering…at 1AM?” he asked, trying his best not to sound nervous about what it might mean.

“Trying to get warm,” she answered him. “I was cold from the rain when I got here…and I got cold again.”

“I could have warmed you up…” he countered.

She gave him a small smile before wrapping her arms around him and resting her head against his chest. “You did at first. But then we fell asleep…and you stole the covers…” she looked up at him pointedly. “I got cold again, and you were sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you. I was just going to warm up and come back to bed,” she told him honestly.

His arms tightened around her slightly, and he gently kissed her forehead. “Well I would have happily woken up to join you in here.”

“I’m sure,” she smiled against his chest. She pulled back from him slightly, stepping back further under the water again.

His hands shifted to her hips and he followed her, about to kiss her when he saw slight bruising already appearing on her ribs. He stopped with a frown. “Kate?” he asked, his fingers gently tracing the discoloration. It was the first time he was really looking at her under actual lighting and not the soft, low lights of his bedroom combined with the moonlight and city lights coming through the window. His frown deepened as he saw a few more signs of the battle. “Tell me what happened.”

She sighed and closed her eyes, resting her head against the wall of the shower. She had anticipated he would eventually ask; she just hadn’t expected it would be because he saw bruising on her skin. “We fought…Maddox was stronger than me…a pro,” she explained softly, finally opening her eyes to meet his. “I didn’t really stand a chance in a physical altercation, even with my abilities as a fighter. I ended up hanging off the roof.”

He swallowed hard at her words. He knew her physical abilities; he'd watched her manhandle suspects twice her size easily. The fact that Maddox had no trouble at all in dealing with her sent ice through his veins. She said before that she’d almost died. He hadn’t realized hearing the details would affect him as much as it was; of course he also hadn’t imagined it was hanging from a roof, either.

“As I was hanging there, I didn’t think about my mom’s case…or my shooting…or even Maddox getting away. All I could think about was you…what I would miss. How I wouldn’t have a chance to make up with you after our fight. How the last words we spoke to each other were in anger. How I wouldn’t have a chance to finally be with you. How I wouldn’t have a chance to see what we could be together,” she continued quietly. “And then I was so sure I heard your voice. I was positive that even though you’d walked away, you came to save me…like you always do. Only it was Ryan. And I realized that I had lost you."

“Kate…” he started.

“I resigned,” she interrupted. “I’m done. I want you, I want us…I walked away from the case, from the NYPD, from everything…and came here. I just want you,” she gave a slight shrug, echoing the words she’d told him earlier.

He gently took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, pulling her against him tightly. “I’m sorry…” he murmured against her lips. “I’m so sorry, Kate…I should have been there…”

Her hands moved to his face and she kissed him thoroughly, cutting off his words. “We both made our share of mistakes…we both hurt each other…let’s just…move forward,” she suggested softly, resting her forehead against his. This was their chance. She thought she’d missed it, but here she was…with him. She wanted this, she wanted him, and she wasn’t wasting the second chance she’d gotten. Everything else she’d figure out later.

She really was the most extraordinary, remarkable woman he’d ever met. He kissed her slowly, passionately, his arms moving back around her as he pulled her body as close against him as he could get her. Her arms wrapped around him as she returned his kiss, every bit as passionately, her leg hooking at his hip. He took the cue and lifted her, allowing the wall of the shower to help support her weight as she slid down on him slowly with a low moan, her legs wrapping around his waist. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, his arm remaining around her waist and his other hand bracing himself against the shower wall as they made love again.

Let’s make love

All night long

Until all our strength is gone

Hold on tight

Just let go

I wanna feel you in my soul

Until the sun comes up

Let’s make love

xxxxx

It was still dark when Kate woke up, and she reached over to fumble for her phone to check the time. 4:34. She sighed and looked over at Castle, sleeping soundly on his back. It reminded her of when they woke up in that basement on a dirty mattress handcuffed together…only this time without any cuffs and with full knowledge of how they’d gotten where they were.

She smiled and turned her body into his side, resting her head on his shoulder as her fingers lightly traced patterns on his bare chest. After a few minutes, she bit her lip, letting her hand slowly work downward under the sheets until it reached his length. Her fingertips lightly teased him, running along his length before wrapping her slender fingers around him and stroking slowly.

“Mmm…Kate…” he murmured in a husky voice as his brain woke up slowly; the lower half of him that she was tending to at the moment was definitely already awake. Fully.

She grinned at his reaction, leaning over and kissing his jaw. “Glad you’re up,” she husked in his ear, letting her words take on a double meaning.

He chuckled, his hips moving slightly with her hand. “How could I not be up when you wake me up like that?” he asked.

She tugged her lower lip between her teeth as she watched him. “How long are we alone?” she asked, wondering when she needed to leave to avoid any awkward conversations with his family. At least she was assuming they were alone. She hadn’t really thought to ask him last night. She only remembered that Alexis was out at a graduation party; she honestly had no idea about his mother.

“Mmm…probably until after noon sometime…” he murmured. “Mother….Hamptons…” he told her, finding it very hard to talk with her stroking him that way.

She released him and moved to straddle him, her hands resting on either side of his head as she leaned down to kiss him fully. “I want you…” she murmured, her mouth trailing kisses along his jaw.

He smirked, his hands running along her sides to her breasts, taking advantage of her current position on top of him. “I gathered that much from how you woke me up,” he lifted his head to kiss her shoulder and then her chest.

Her mouth moved down his chest slowly, nipping playfully at his skin as she worked her way down. She took her time licking and kissing and sucking at his skin until she finally reached his hip. She bit and sucked on the skin just above his hipbone and then soothed it with her tongue and a gentle kiss once she was satisfied he’d have a visible mark later. She then turned her attention to his length, licking her lips before slowly running her tongue along him from tip to base.

When his hips bucked involuntarily, she shot him an amused look before holding them down as she took her time to drive him crazy with her mouth. One hand curled in her hair, but he never forced her head or guided her, and his other fisted in the bed sheets until she’d finally finished him off with a satisfied smirk.

As soon as he could think straight, he flipped her to her back, kissing her hotly. “My turn…” he murmured. Finally he was going to get to taste her…something he’d only dreamed about for so long, and despite having two previous rounds of sex, something he hadn’t had a chance to do yet. Now he was going to remedy that.

He took his time, kissing and touching every inch of her skin, completely worshipping her the way he’d wanted for so long. He took extra time at her breasts, and then at the tattoo she had near her hip where it could just be hidden by clothes and seen only by lovers, tracing it with his tongue before finally settling between her thighs.

By the time he’d thoroughly worked her up and over the edge…twice…with just his mouth and thumb, he was ready to go again. He trailed his kissed slowly back up her body, giving her time to recover. When he felt her thigh at his hip, he slid into her in one smooth thrust, gasping in surprise when she used that moment to flip him on his back so she was on top.

She cut off any response he might have with a hot kiss, her hips starting a steady rhythm against his. She used her hands on his chest for both balance and leverage as she rode him, building them both up. As they hit their finial climax of the night and her head fell back in complete ecstasy, the sun’s rays had started to change the New York skyline from dark to light orange and pink. She slid off him to his side, cuddling against him with her leg hooked over his hip and her head on his shoulder, both still breathless as they drifted to sleep despite the fact that the sun was coming up.

Let's make love

All night long

Until all our strength is gone

Hold on tight

Just let go

I wanna feel you in my soul

Until the sun comes up

(until the sun comes up)

Let's make love

xxxxx

So...3 rounds of sex and 7 orgasms. That was the longest sex fic I have ever written. I didn’t plan on it being this long, but it definitely took on a life of it’s own. I hope you all enjoy it. I look forward to your comments. And no worries, I know I owe you all a chapter for It Started With a Kiss. Promise that is coming up next…I just had to get this fic out of my head first so I could concentrate on it!

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[melanieryssel]

Genshin's characters as your tour guide | P2

Character: Bennet, Cyno, Nahida

Setting: Basically, now you're in Teyvat. It doesn't matter how you got here, it's totally up to your imagination. You could be a Vision wielder, born in Teyvat, or you could be a God!Creator who got shifted to this land. Anh on your journey to seven nations, you will meet up with other characters who will be your traveling companion.

A/n: I'm a new writer so I would love it if you guys leave me comments on how I can improve my writing. Also, this is a series so I plan on doing a lot of other characters too, let me know who you want me to do next. Finally, sorry in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

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Bennet

He gets so excited. Bennet always thinks to himself that his bad luck is the reason why no one wants to be his companion. So when you brought up the idea, he couldn't help but feel thrilled, grateful, and anxious because you chose him. 

You guys decided to meet in Mondstat city and then start the travel. With a brief glance, you can already tell he's under a lot of stress. Bennet holds a rolled map and tries to force a cheerful smile to reassure you that he's doing absolutely fine even though his dark eye bags tell a different story. He couldn't sleep at all due to tons of the fake scenarios he had in his head about how he might disappoint you or you might be affected by his bad luck. And now, your concerned face makes Bennet worry in his gut.

"I don't think we should go today, you look tired Bennet. Maybe we can pick another-"

"NO!!! PLEASE GO TODAY, I SWEAR I HAVE A PERFECT PLAN FOR TODAY JOURNEY!!!"

You sigh, don't want to ruin his excitement. You ask him to promise you that if he feels exhausted, you guys will go home immediately, and if he ever tried to hide it from you, you will be mad at him forever. 

It's safe to say that his bad luck is... worse, or maybe it's your bad luck and not his. You guys are chased by a group of Drendo slimes then Bennet accidentally burns himself and you while trying to get rid of the annoying slimes. You want to see the Cecilia flowers but then it pours with rain all afternoon. Next, Bennet and you are bumped by boars. And now, you slip and fall down a hill, Bennet tries to catch you but somehow he starts falling as well.

"I'm so sorry... It's my bad luck..." Bennet, on his bricks of tears, whispers.

"Hey hey, don't worry. I was careless too so it's not your fault. By the way, I think it makes our travel even more interesting and unforgetfull!."

"R-really?"

"Yes" 

Your answer is all he needs. You guys go home after that because Bennet doesn't think he could stay outside longer without fainting anymore, and obviously, he doesn't want to worry you.

Cyno

Cyno takes his job more like your personal security guard rather than a tour guide. Surely General Mahamatra knows Sumeru like the back of his hand, he promised to take you to special places only, which most people don't even know about. 

You thought it must be some beautiful and majestic scenery with a pond, a waterfall... something that is jaw-dropping.

However, you have never expected Cyno to bring you to the desert. It's boiling hot and you can feel your sweat everywhere. But you try to reassure yourself that the majestic view is so close to you already, only a bit more and you can see it with your own eyes! 

"You are more energetic than I thought, that's impressive." Cyno said.

"Yeah, thanks to all your jokes on the way."

"Oh really, how about I tell you some more of my best jokes. Laugh is the greatest thing to make you forget the heat in desert."

"..." You let out an awkward airy laugh.

Finally, you arrived there. However, it's a bit different from your imagination, leaving you speechless.

Cyno proudly points to the freaking huge pyramid in front of you while you are just staring at it hopelessly. It's sure a jaw-dropping building, but sadly, Cyno didn't bring you all the way here to just see the building from the outside. So you guys go inside and from this moment, you realize his intention.

"As you can see, those complicated and sophisticated puzzles are the evidence of Sumeru's knowledge history." Cyno says after making you solve fifteen puzzles in the ancient pyramid.

"Cyno... I don't know how to do this, can we go to a different place, pleaseeeeeee!" You are about to cry.

"Oh, you should say it sooner if you don't like solving puzzels. They might be a bit difficult, but I believe it's one of the best ways to explore Sumeru and improve you knowledge."

"Being stupid is okay with me."

Nahida

Nahida's first intention is to ask some of her allogenes to accompany you since she still has so much work to do. You actually went on a tour with them a couple of days ago too so when you came to see her this morning and admitted that you wish she could go with you, Nahida was really surprised. Nahida feels so happy and grateful because you see her as a good friend of yours.

Nahida decided to put off her work and agree to go on a small walk with you. She listens to you with great understanding and also tells you interesting stories about Sumeru City. You guys have a fun time together, but then because it's just a small walk so Nahida has to go back to her work right after.

The next day you come again. This time, you offer to help her so she could have a break then you guys could go out together. And the next next day, you come to visit again, bring along some snacks so you guys can spend time together while working. This causes Nahida to get deeply emotional. She is always insecure about her strength and feels like she could never be enough for her people, for Sumeru. What happened to her before gave her a hard time believing that she can ever have a true friend. But now, she has you.

Nahida can clearly acknowledge your sincerity and she thought it was not fair to make you do her work every day like that. So Nahida comes up with an idea so she can travel with you, and be your tour guide without neglecting her load of work.

"Nahida... I think this is kinda weird," you say uncertainly while standing in Vanarana.

"I actually think this is a wonderful idea. What do you think about the scenery? Isn't it beautiful?" Nahida responds, her voice laughing in your head.

"Yes, it's gorgeous, but why are you in my head, Nahida?!" you reply in frustration.

#genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin x reader #nahida #cyno #bennett #cyno x reader #nahida x reader #bennet x reader #bennet genshin impact #cyno x you

[driverstoriesdaily]

REN’S GIRL. 

(Summary- You are Vicrul’s little sister and the Knights of Ren Tour Manager. You are hiding a big secret. You have been secretly in love with Kylo Ren since you can remember. Sadly, it is a one-sided love and after he gets drunk and kisses you. You make it your mission to fall out of love with him.)

CHAPTER 5 - REJECTION?

The band parked the bus right next to the Millenium Falcon in the shed. Han was happy to have his son home but at the same time seemed mad at him. Ben had been home a grand total of 5 minutes and already he had enough of his father.  "What did you do this time Ben?" Leia asked, her voice laced with disappointment. "Why is it always something that BEN does.?" He asks angrily. "Tell us them why Y/N has been sleeping on our couch the past 2 days?" "She's here now?" Ben asked, excitement rushing through him. "Just missed her, Lando took her home. She wanted to go home, despite us telling her it was fine for her to stay." Han said passing a beer to his son. "I'll go check her. Probably best for me to see her first." Vicrul says smiling as he left.  An hour passed and Vicrul came back alone. "Where is she?" "What do you mean Lando dropped her home." Leia said looking at Lando. "I watched her go inside, I swear" Lando says getting up and grabbing his keys. "Well, I went inside, the entire house is empty, she isn't there. All the rooms are empty and Kylo's, your room is trashed." "Ah fuck." He growls. "I have checked the usual spots, but I have no idea where she could have gone. She must still be in the area, her bags are still there, her stuff is there." "Can anyone think of a spot that she might have gone" Kuruk says.  By now they all up and grabbing coats and keys, ready to head out and look. "I know of one that was our little hiding spot." "Where Ben?" Han asks grabbing his son's shoulders.  "The old, abandoned casino. It was the one spot I would go when I was pissed off at you." "That thing is a death trap, we have to get to her now before something happens." "Ben, Vicrul, Cardo go with Leia. The rest of us will stay here and wait for you to call us if she isn't there." ABANDONED CASINO.

You remember the day when you found Ben sitting in this very spot, smoking after one of the many fights he had with his parents. You followed him up here, knowing it was dangerous, but you couldn't let him go alone.

And ten years later, it was your turn to sit here and be moody and pissed off. After Lando dropped you home, the house seemed too big, to quiet, you hated it now. Kylo's scent still plagued your senses, being at his folk's house didn't help, the shirt you wore was his, but you couldn't find the courage to take it off. 

You let your feet dangle back and forth, the ground seem so far from you right now. The wind blew at that moment, making the entire building groan, and make eerie ghost like noises throughout the empty halls.  The wind just so happens to conceal the sound of tires coming up the hill.  KYLO POV

Kylo got out of the car first and made his way to you. He knew the single spot you would be. Leaving the others at the car he made his way to you. His feet taking two steps at a time just to reach you. He caught his breath when he finally spotted you, sitting on the edge, arms linked over the old railings.  "You know that you shouldn't be here" Kylo echoed the same words you spoke to him when you found him. He was hoping you would turn to face him, but nothing, not a single reaction to his presence. "Y/N please." Kylo begged. " I am sorry for what I said. I was so mad at you and I didn't know why until Cardo and the guys filled me in" "It's ok. Your'e forgiven." You say as you get up and turn to leave. "Please look at me Y/n. I need you to know how I feel." Kylo looks down and notices the bandage on your hand. He reaches out to grab it but you pull your hand away in time "Don't. You don't get to come here and say your sorry and tell me I need to know how you feel." You say turning to him, eyes red, puffy and wet from trying to hold the tears back. "You should have not come home at all. Not until the tour was over. I will have to contact them now and explain your lateness." "We've already handled it, we have three days free. We have hidden the bus next to the Falcon. No-one knows we are here." He watches you closely.  You look like you want to run. Kylo takes a step towards you, when you don't retreat, he takes another and another until he is standing in front of you. His finger tilts your chin up to him, his thumb wipes away at the tear streak.

"I am sorry for that drunk night months ago. I should have whispered your name like I wanted too so badly." "You remember that?" You're taken back.  "Of course. I may have been drunk, but I wasn't completely out to it." "So instead, you said her name. Your exes name over mine. I would have loved for you to whisper my name. Hearing my name leaving you lips I would have given into the feelings that I have had since I was a teenager.

"You broke me." Kylo got down on his knees, " I am here begging you for forgiveness. I will continue to beg every day until you truly forgive me. I love you Y/N, I think I have been in love with you since the very beginning, but you were my band mate's sister, you should have been off-limits. So, I dated bimbos to dull the feelings I have for you. Please tell me that in the last 4 months you have not fallen out love with me." You stare down at the man kneeling. Here he is, begging you, admitting his feelings for you, finally after all this time. The love you have for him isn't one sided, but it doesn't feel like it should.  "I want to believe you, I really do.... It's just at this moment I am hurting." Kylo stood up, " I will always ask for forgiveness from you, every day from now until eternity, if you will have me." Your heart ached to move yourself into his arms and hold on to him and not let go but your brain it was telling you to take it slow, no rushing, work it out. Kylo got up off the floor, dusted his pants off and looked at you. "I need time to think. All this is happening so suddenly, my heart and mind are at wars with each other." "I understand. How about we head home, the guys are worried about you, as I am, and this place isn't the safest to talk in." The wind came back, and you could have sworn you felt the building move, "For once you are right."  Kylo let you pass him on the way out, when you saw your brother, he watched you run to his arms and despite you trying to hide the fact that you were crying he could hear the soft sobs coming from you. Vicrul stared at Kylo shaking his head, Kylo knew that it should be him comforting you but for the time being he had to let you get the comfort from your brother. Cardo patted you on the back as you piled back into his mother car. You sat between your brother and Cardo, Kylo was up front with Leia. You rested your head on you brother's shoulder, it felt good to have him home.  Leia pulled into the garage at their home and one by one you got out and were greeted by everyone. Hans checked you over and had some stern words to you about going to that casino. You apologized and hugged him, swearing to never go there again. Kylo kept his distance for the time being, he seemed ok for the time being, you both knew that you had to talk about this, but for tonight it was just nice to be here with family and friends. 

#kyloxreader #kylo fanfiction #kylo ren #adam driver lover #adam driver star wars #adam driver fan fiction #kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren x reader #the knights of ren #adam driver

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

A Herrmann/Halstead Production: Original Characters Cast

Hi! I thought it would be fun to put together a post with all of the people I would cast to play the original characters in my series, A Herrmann/Halstead Production.

Check it out and let me know what you think!

First of all, of course, is Bex! Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann is the main original character. She's the younger half sister of both Christopher Herrmann and Will and Jay Halstead.

Adelaide Kane is who I'd pick to play Bex. I think she looks like she could be related to both Herrmann and the Halsteads. (Bex and Will both got their brown eyes from their individual moms, but it ends up making them look more alike. Bex and Jay both got their freckles from Pat. Bex and Chris got their darker hair, nose shape, and smile from their mom.)

Chris and Bex.

Jay, Will, and Bex.

Please also enjoy how cute Mouse and Bex look together:

It's going to be so good once they get their act together. :D

Next up: Bex's friends from college (and band mates!)

Kiki Layne as Kira Cole and Stephanie Hsu as Malia Lin. (Kira plays lead guitar in their band and Malia plays keyboard.)

Anthony Hill as Devon Robertson, Tyler Hoechlin as Sam Kent, and Rafael Silva as Isaac Almeida. (Devon plays drums in the band, Sam is Julie Tay's current patrol partner, and Isaac is running the Mouse/Bex betting board with Shay. I have a fun storyline planned for these three guys and Shay and Tay. :D)

Sinqua Walls as Ben Vernon and Florence Pugh as Faith Callahan. (Ben acts as manager for the band and Faith plays bass.)

Madison Iseman as Emery Hughes and Bryce Durfee as Ty Anderson. (Yes, Ty is somewhat older than Emery and the group. She met him once they moved back to Chicago, not while they were at school.)

Next is Bex and her band's new rock band friends: Taggert!

Matthew Daddario as Beau Taggert. (He is the middle Taggert sibling. He's also the lead guitarist of the band and one of the lead singers.)

[I wanted someone who could pull off being broody, sexy rock star guy, but also be fun and charming and kind of goofy. I think Matthew Daddario fits that bill pretty nicely.]

Beau and Bex. (Might need to do an AU of this AU where they end up together, lol!)

Katie McGrath as Patti Taggert. (She is the oldest Taggert sibling and the other lead singer of the band. She also plays guitar. Patti is engaged to Pete.)

Shelley Hennig as Elle Taggert. (She is the youngest Taggert sibling and she plays drums in the band.)

Oliver Stark as Pete Nash. (He is Patti's fiancé and he plays bass in the band.)

Next up is the bad guys (thus far):

Michael Shannon as Vincent Marsconi, aka Vinnie, Finn Whitrock as Cal Anderson and Bill Skarsgård as Robert Forrest aka Ramsay. (But he has lighter hair as Ramsay.)

Last, but not least is Mouse's support group:

Richard Schiff as Chuck Weiss, Christian Kane as Ed Spencer, and Jason George as Frank Bailey.

Brianna Baker as Ada Jackson and AJ Cook as Lucy Graham.

Those are all of the major original characters. Might have one or two more crop up and I'll add them here when they appear.

Update #1!

Meet Richard Madden as AJ Michaels aka the Asshole. Click here for the rundown post of the series if you want to check it out! (Or you can read it on ao3 if you prefer: click here!)

I hope you enjoyed this little tour through the OC cast! My ask box and inbox are always open if you want to say hi/scream about the shows/talk about fic!

#A Herrmann/Halstead Production #one chicago #chicago fire #chicago pd #chicago med #jay halstead #will halstead #christopher herrmann #oc character #rebecca 'bex' herrmann #a herrmann/halstead production #original characters #character cast #fic thoughts #halstead brothers #halstead sister

[chooseyourownavenger]

[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]

Go and get a drink with Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, and James Rhodes

You head over to the bar where Tony, Pepper, and Rhodey are all laughing as Tony shakes a cocktail.  He smiles when he sees you approach.  “Excellent, another customer.”

“You are not making this poor girl one of your cocktails,” Pepper teases.  “She has done nothing to you.”

“You don’t know that,” Tony says.  “She might have kicked my dog when we were kids.”

“You didn’t have a dog, Tony,” Rhodey deadpans.

“I did too.  For like a month,” Tony says as he pours a pink cocktail into a martini glass.  “Then my dad got rid of it.”

“Jeez, Tones,” Rhodey says, taking the drink and looking at it suspiciously.  “Maybe hold back the childhood trauma until she’s at least had one drink.”

“So what will it be?”  Tony asks.  “Sex on the beach?  A creamy pussy?  Maybe an orgasm or two?”

“Tony, I am this close to cutting you off,” Pepper warns, holding her fingers a tiny amount apart.  “Do you want a lawsuit?  This is how you get a lawsuit.”

Tony holds up his hands in surrender.  “They’re cocktails.  Sheesh.”

You smother a laugh and shake your head.  “I’m starting to question why I even came over here.”

“The charming company,” Tony said.  “And a drink.  What shall it be?”

“A martini please,” you say.  “Extra dry.”

“Maybe a little dirty?”  Tony teases as he pours a small amount of vermouth into a glass and swirls it so it coats the edge.

“Pass,” you say. “I want a lemon twist, not olives.”

“Boring,” he teases and grabs the gin.

Pepper holds out her hand.  “I’m Pepper, this is Rhodey, and of course, you probably know the idiot behind the bar.”

You shake each of their hands and introduce yourself, telling them that you’re friends with Hill.  Tony hands you the drink and you take a sip.  “Perfect,” you say.

“See,” Tony teases.  “I make a great drink.”

You laugh and take a seat at the bar beside Pepper and she turns to you.  “I wonder if we’ve ever spoken before through Stark Industries,” she says.

You sit and talk to them for a while Tony makes a variety of different cocktails for people who don’t seem to exist.  You’re a little hesitant to move on past the Martini given how strong it is, but he talks you into doing a B-52 shot.

Despite Tony’s posturing, you find the three of them very easy to talk to, and there is definitely more than a little flirtation happening in the group.  Maybe it’s the alcohol but you’re feeling much more forward than you ever expected with someone as famous as Tony Stark there.

After his third cocktail, Rhodey stands up and shakes his head like he’s trying to clear it.  “I think I need to line my stomach.  Anyone want to grab something to eat with me?”

“No, I think I might grab some air,” Pepper says and turns to you.  “You should check out the view while you’re here.  It’s amazing.  You can join me out there if you want.”

Tony laughs.  “Don’t be silly,” he says.  “She’s going to go on a tour of the building given by yours truly.”

Grab something to eat with Rhodey

Head outside for some air with Pepper.

Go on Tony’s tour.

Back off on the flirting and ask them if they’ll meet you over at the couches.

#Go and get a drink with Tony Stark Pepper Potts and James Rhodes #fanfiction #fanfic #tony stark #pepper potts #james rhodes #tony stark x reader #james rhodes x reader #choose your own adventure #choose your own avenger #iron man #war machine #pepper #tony #rhodey #reader insert #marvel fanfiction #marvel #avengers

[merveiilles]

⋆˚  ✧. ┊┊ KURT.MARTIN;;

Some quick headcanons about my new muse Kurt from Suite.Life series!!! ☆ Canonically Kurt has said that if Carey wasn't gonna date this one dude, that he would. Might have been in a joking manner. But I'm taking this as context the man is a bisexual icon. thank you. Man's also wears a lot of bi-pride colours and I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. He more leans toward women, but wouldn't mind dating a male. ☆ Carey jokingly said in one of the episodes that Kurt doesn't pay child support- I'm making this canon. I have irl experience with a dad that did not pay child support and it SUCKED. Imagine having a rockstar dad and him not paying support. AND HIM BEING SOMEWHAT PRESENT IN YOUR LIFE AND LIVING NEARBY. bruh. OTL Half a dead-beat dad. ☆ man's music career is better than they joke about. They're always poking fun at this rockstar career. What if, hear me out. He is actually kinda popular. Man has a tour bus and can afford a decent apartment later on. Man makes music and writes for tv shows. he is famous. Those 500 CD's he has in the trunk he jokes about is just a gag, and just likes boasting about his band because they're popular and often get recognized. (Gimme that Fluffy clip of him and Frankie at Dis.ney land and Frankie keeps getting mad because Fluffy keeps getting recognized. That's what I imagine.) ☆ I'm so sorry to say this but Kurt is 100% that dad who doesn't care about underage drinking and drug use- or teens doing... well, teens are gonna do it. He just hopes everyone's got protection of some kind. But anyways! He's a cool dad fbghfbdg. As long as people aren't driving while under the influence or blacking out, or ending up at the hospital. He's okay with it. He will also 100% bail his kids outta jail if need be, all with giving a stern talking to. Zack. ngjfdng. He is also the bitch that provides such substances about 70% of the time. ☆ He is also that bitch that uses drugs- HE'S IN A BAND. ONE OF THE TROPES IS THAT. He also just has a idgaf attitude half the time. So, I can see him smoking something or another- cigarettes or weed??? I don't do drugs and I have 0 drug knowledge. So I don't know what all he would partake in. xD 10/10 can see Kurt coming over to see the boys and Carey being like "You smell like cigarettes. That's a wonderful way to greet your young children." (flat sarcasm) No digs at anyone that does smoke, but that shit do stink!!! xD

#☆|| headcanons;; kurt martin #alcohol tw #drugs tw #smoking tw

[fanficfish]

Thomas ranch Au headcanons

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Currently about halfway done with the next fic chapter, so it's about time I get something out about one of the main players in this chapter....and unfortunately not my most liked character. Sorry Thomas, six year old me kinda cemented it when they saw you in a picture book with Rosie that made you two sound like a couple.

He has a kind of sketchy employment history, not like that's strange on this ranch. Except he does actually know what he's doing because he grew up on a horse ranch himself. Edward is very thankful for this little fact when the next three permanent guys are near clueless.

He's the original Sir Topham Hatt's favorite, a position he kind of fell into. Partly because unlike Edward he's much more naive and people-pleasing. He's actually a bit of a pain for quite a while.

eventually he wisens up a lot more after the incident that spawns Henry's Tunnel and even joins in to a degree on the strike, enabling them while trying to pretend he knows nothing ong don't of the Fat Controller (as the ranchers have begun calling Topham Hatt 1)

He and James have a sort of brotherly friendship dynamic, teasing each other a lot. when they're not busy with work, sometimes they go racing, with Thomas on Annie and James on his own favourite mare, Black Beauty (named after the one in the book)

Speaking of which, Thomas had two mares that Topham 1 let's him basically own, Annie and Clarabel. They help him take tours into the hills and he uses them whenever he needs to take visitors somewhere or get around himself. He usually takes Annie, since Clarabel is a little less suited for riding. Though her saddle does come with saddlebags.

He and Percy have a bit of a rivalry, which Toby calls his "free entertiainemnt". They stop bickering to team up against other people though, and once they faced off in a table tennis match against Henry and Gordon when the later two got a bit too snotty about a documentary filmed on the ranch that showcased the two managing the Express.

Thomas and Percy won that one, by the way. Thomas got lucky and Percy was just good at table tennis.

Thomas is really into fishing, and he and Henry occasionally use their off days to go deep-sea fishing. It's a good bribe in Thoams' books, especially if he says he'll pay the fees for the both of them. Duck likes those days because he gets to make seafood for dinner, and he likes to hear their adventures.

Thoams also has a bit of a jealousy streak, which creeps up when it looks like someone might take his favored job of showing visitors around due ranching style. Ryan, Percy, Toby, "Diesel", Rosie, and Daisy have all been victims of the green-eyes Thomas, though by the time brothers Charlie and Billy come around it's simmered down a little (read: Charles Topham Hatt finally pulls him aside and gets it improperly into his head that no one's going to take his horses or his tour route, please stop antagonizing everyone you meet-)

He plays the sax, guitar, and trumpet. One of these is less appreciated then the others by the ranch hands

He had a prank war with Gordon back when Thomas was the ranch's cook (and stablehand because everyone was overworked and multitasking). It ended when Gordon pretended not to notice poor Thomas was in the back of a hay cart Gordon was pulling and Thomas panicked because he doesn't like going as fast as Gordon decided to take his pace. Another reason he prefers guided tours- much more manageable speeds!

and of course, piccrews (not my art)

The second one is Donald and Douglas lugging him out after he flies into the wall of Simeon's house.

I can't decide on his hair :/

#ttte #ttte human au #ttte au #ttte thomas #ttte thomas headcanon #ttte humanisation #headcanon #fanfic #human au

[aurevell]

another silly love song

Sterek | 2.7k | T Prompt: Annoying Neighbor

Summary: Derek’s having a hard time sleeping in his new apartment. His next-door neighbor, who always seems to be talking or singing, is surprisingly helpful with that problem.

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There’s no way in hell Derek can ever let his family find out how shitty his apartment is.

After spending months campaigning for more open-mindedness over letting him move out—not that they could technically stop him, but he’d hate to leave without their blessing—he can’t let them know where he landed. Not yet. It’s not like anyone thought he was going to move directly into a penthouse after college, but he’s guessing this isn’t exactly what they wanted for him either.

Lucky for him, it looks fine on paper. Or more importantly, in the shitty webcam of his laptop. It’s a cheap one-bedroom, sure, with greying wallpaper and a single grimy window, but that’s nothing unexpected—and given the rents out here in Chicago, he was lucky to snag it. When he does video chats with his mom, the grand tour is quick and hopeful. Even then, he can’t stand the knowing gentleness in her tone.

When he closes his laptop, the story’s different.

His apartment isn’t even pretending to be shifter-friendly. The smell of it is awful in a way it probably wouldn’t be for anyone without a sharp nose. And what his parents don’t know is that he’s two stories above a bakery—which, again, might seem like a great thing on paper. Unfortunately, what it means in practice is that an odd, acrid smell permeates his room at all hours. Worse, with food comes bugs and mice, both of which his landlord promised to address two months ago, but the guy’s probably been promising that to every sucker since the beginning of time. (And none of the pests seem willing to accept Derek as the dominant predator within these four walls.)

Worst of all, it doesn’t smell like pack. Not even a little.

“You can always come back,” his dad tells him quietly over the phone, as if it’s a secret, as if they haven’t been telling Derek that from the jump. Derek listens to his dad’s soothing voice, pressing the phone to his ear in the hopes of drowning out all other sounds.

“No,” he says, “I want to be here.”

Some days, he can’t remember why.

Beacon Hills seemed awfully small when he was in it, its woods narrow and sparse. There seemed to be so much to see out in the world away from his clinging family. Wolves don’t usually venture out this far, enmeshed in their packs as they often are, but it’s normal for other beings. And Derek wants to try normal for a while. When he got offered an internship out here, he jumped at his good fortune. Until he had to scramble for a place to actually live.

The noises are the worst.

Now that he’s out here, Derek’s pretty comfortable saying he grew up sheltered. His house back home, which his grandfather built by hand, has always been upgraded with the best insulation money can buy. The woods around it are quiet.

But no one seems to sleep in Chicago at night.

Outside, the city teems with traffic and honking cars, distant music from weeknight parties, loud laughter from the bar across the street. His upstairs neighbors in thirty-eight are always up to some suspicious ritual chanting, and his next-door neighbors in twenty-nine must be on the verge of divorce for all their shouting matches. (For the record, Derek’s siding with the wife, whose husband may have slept with an incubus “by enchantment” the first time, but probably didn’t need enchanting every time after.) Sharing his other wall, whoever’s in apartment twenty-seven watches movies on repeat half the night, muttering lines aloud as they’re spoken on screen.

Derek hasn’t slept since he got here. Not more than a few hours a night, at least.

His mom would kill him if she knew he was living like this. His dad would offer to pay half his rent at some better place, or at least for Derek to invest in better soundproofing or something. But Derek wants to prove, if only to himself, that he can do this on his own.

⬩

For the third night in a row, Derek’s attempt to sleep with earplugs leaves him so tense he gives up after half an hour.

When he finally yanks them out, he spends a minute letting his ears adjust and deciding which is worse, the distant police sirens or the deep muted nothingness of the waxy plugs. Something about being unable to hear always makes him feel exposed and vulnerable.

And then he hears it. Singing.

At first, he thinks someone’s left a television on somewhere, but it rises and falls with the footsteps next door in twenty-seven. It’s lower and more soothing than any of the sounds nearby, if a bit off-key, pausing occasionally as the person putters around their apartment.

Derek can’t quite make out the song. He listens for a few minutes, or what feels like a few minutes, and then he’s waking in the morning sun.

⬩

The singing isn’t uncommon, apparently, though it is hard to pick out unless Derek really listens. The cacophony of the rest of the building and the street outside vy for his attention, and the singing—if it’s happening at all—is always low.

It never happens in the mornings, and it rarely comes in the afternoons when Derek gets home from work. His neighbor seems to keep odd hours. In the evening, though—and sometimes even later, when Derek is already in bed—his neighbor comes home and sings or hums his way through his apartment.

On the fourth day, when it starts up, Derek very quietly moves his bed beside the adjoining wall with Twenty-Seven.

He slips under the blankets and falls asleep almost right away.

⬩

Here’s what Derek manages to learn about Twenty-Seven through the wall.

He sings a lot, but he talks just as often, a constant rambling accompaniment to the sound of his movements. Which usually happens at a lower register, so Derek can rarely make out the words.

He doesn’t wake in the mornings until Derek’s left for work—and he definitely talks in his sleep.

He has a pet of some kind, though this is just a guess. His words sometimes have the cadence of a conversation—though it could just be himself—and the occasional baby talk to his otherwise silent apartment gives it away.

He has muttered conversations with movies, which he watches at least once a day. The volume is never particularly loud, but Derek can make out the telltale music and explosions of a lot of superhero flicks.

The roaches and mice clearly aren’t limited to Derek’s apartment. Which Derek guesses after an amusing screech early one evening, followed by a flurry of movement and thumping, and a final telling silence punctuated by an “Ew.”

He’s not picky about what he sings. Sometimes, it’s so low Derek can’t make out any of the words, only the tune. But he seems just as likely to butcher Frank Sinatra as he is Lady Gaga. He pulls out power ballads for kitchen cleaning, sings cheery tunes against the patter of water in his shower, and croons slow, unrecognizable lullabies before bed.

It’s not enough to paint a full picture. But when Derek gets home from work, or comes back from a run, or eats sad takeout alone in his apartment, Twenty-Seven is there, a comforting soundtrack to the rest of his day.

⬩

On rainy days, Derek’s tiny, cramped apartment begins to feel even more tiny and cramped than usual. It makes his wolf feel restless. And while it’s not like he couldn’t go running in the rain, being damp and cold always makes him feel worse when he gets back.

Today, he’s both longing for and dreading going out, so he strikes an unhappy medium and gets the worst of both worlds by sitting on what he calls, with full irony, “the balcony”.

The single window in his apartment has a protruding stone ledge of a little over a foot or so, ostensibly for flowers if you have any. (Derek doesn’t, and usually the only thing on the balcony are bones from fried chicken the crows keep leaving scattered all over.) With the window fully open, he can carefully sit on the outdoor ledge, his back to the inside frame of the window, and look out over the street below. Perching his laptop with care, he can do his work with a bit of a cool, fresh breeze.

Usually, it’s a place he can sit for peace and quiet. Today, he glances over to find a startled face looking at him. Well, half of one, given the wall between them.

“Oh. Hey,” says Twenty-Seven. The angle is a bit awkward, with both of them perched with care on their respective “balconies,” but he shifts to one side to get a better look at Derek, curling long fingers over the ledge for support. He’s probably either in his late teens or just out of them, with dark hair that tufts messily upward in the middle. “You’re the neighbor. The new one, I mean.”

Still recovering from his surprise, Derek just grunts.

Twenty-Seven doesn’t take this the wrong way, and—as Derek might have expected, if he ever imagined what an actual conversation with the guy might be like—he instead starts to fill the silence with words. “Cool. Changing apartments, or did you just move to the city, or…?”

“Just moved.”

“Right on. How do you like it so far?”

Derek readjusts his computer on his lap, deliberating about how much of the truth to say. It’s awful isn’t the kind of conversation starter most people are looking for. “It’s…different.”

It sounds lame and obvious when he says it, but the stranger only nods solemnly. “Sure. Different from wherever you used to be?”

“I’m from a small town.”

“Oh. Yeah. I get that.” The neighbor snorts. “When I moved here—that was a couple months ago now—it was hard to get used to. Everyone talks about the music scene and the nightlife and stuff. But I’m from a small town, too. You know the kind of place, where nobody’s super rigorous about warding their doors, everyone knows everyone, the town feels dead by eight at night, the whole thing. So it’s weird to have so much happening all up in your face at all hours. Including stuff like crazy all-nighters at the bar across the street. Or that druid circle upstairs setting off the fire alarm with their candles twice in the same month.”

Derek winces. He’s lucky he missed that.

“Hey, what’re you doing here, if you don’t mind me asking? Working, school?”

“Work.”

“Nice. What do you do?”

“Software developer.” An intern, he should add, but doesn’t.

“Oh, cool. Yeah, I guess this is a good place to do tech stuff, supposedly. You don’t see too many shifters doing work like that, stuff that isn’t hands-on—or so my friend says, although he’s a bitten one.”

Derek must look startled—the guy doesn’t smell like a shifter from here, and he looks human, so Derek’s not sure how he’d guess what Derek is.

His neighbor adds sheepishly, “I’m not like, stalking you. I’m just chatty with the super.” Derek can buy this. It’s hard to imagine him not being chatty with anyone.

“It’s not typical,” Derek admits. And probably for good reason. Derek’s not sure how much of it he likes—the puzzle of coding used to appeal to him, and on good days it still does. But right now, as trapped as he feels in this place, all he wants is to do something outside. To be a forest ranger like his uncle, maybe, or a mail carrier like his aunt, or a landscaper like his dad.

If the guy expects more of a response, he seems to take the lack of elaboration in stride. “Well, how are you liking the apartment, anyway?”

“It’s awful,” Derek replies, before his brain catches up.

His neighbor belts out a laugh. “It’s a literal dumpster fire, isn’t it? Pretty sure we’re all here because we have to be, not because we want to be. At least the rent isn’t a full cut of my paycheck like the other places around.” He squints at Derek. “Tell me you have mold in your place, too, and it’s not actually something I’m doing wrong.”

“I scrubbed it out twice,” Derek confirms. “The smell of the cleaner was almost worse than the mold itself.”

“Oh. Yeah, gotta be rough on a shifter nose.” He scrunches up his own nose at the idea, and Derek realizes he has a few speckled moles across it. “Actually, fuck that, this entire place has to be rough on a shifter nose. Can’t even imagine what it must smell like to you. God, the bakery downstairs alone—”

“What’s that smell?” Derek demands, leaning forward.

“Lye,” his neighbor pronounces grimly. “For the bagels. Yeah, I had no idea it smelled like that either. Like a fucking litter box. Believe me, I’ve complained. My complaining knows no bounds. Didn’t do a thing.”

Derek stares, despondent.

“But it’s not like, hopeless,” Twenty-Seven adds hastily. “My dad got me this little air filter thing, which helps a lot. It has a charcoal filter or something. You should totally look into them.”

“I…might do that.”

“Anyway, I’m sure you’ll get used to being in a new place, or whatever. It won’t be all bad forever.”

“Yeah. It’s just that the walls are really thin here,” Derek adds. “Really thin.”

He means to point out the noise levels of their other neighbors, but he realizes too late that it might sound a little creepy, bringing this up with someone who can probably guess that he, as a shifter, has caught all of Twenty-Seven’s little performances. But his neighbor’s expression morphs from comprehension to mortification in under a second.

“Oh. Oh. I can totally keep the singing thing down, dude. And the talking. And the—you know. Everything.”

“That’s not really—”

“Or I’ll try to. It’s a force of habit at this point. But I can stop. Sorry about that.”

“No, it’s—nice,” Derek replies hurriedly, sensing the only small source of comfort he has possibly disappearing on the horizon. “I don’t mind it at all. It wasn’t directed at you.”

“Right. Okay.” The guy smiles weakly, hunching over to peer at the phone cradled in his palm. Derek kicks himself. “Anyway, I should…” he makes a vague gesture with his phone, a sweeping motion toward the inside of his apartment. “So I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah. See you.”

He slips off the ledge and out of view, but Derek can hear that he hasn’t moved far into his apartment. After a moment, he sticks his head back out of it. “Hey, I just realized I don’t know your name. I’m Stiles, by the way.”

“Derek.”

“Derek.” He smiles. “Okay. See you around, Derek.”

Stiles disappears again, and this time, Derek can hear him wrestle the window back down. That went pretty badly, Derek decides.

⬩

Stiles doesn’t launch into his normal singing for the entire rest of the day. Actually, for a full night and the whole next day, Stiles doesn’t make much noise at all.

Warming a late dinner, Derek can hear him shuffling around in the quiet of his apartment. He squanders what little he has in his bank account and orders a charcoal filter online, keeping an ear out for a single sound, but there’s nothing: no movies, no singing, no humming..

It’s just when Derek starts to think he accidentally fucked up the one thing he had going for him that he hears quiet muttering. Stiles is in his kitchenette, if the clink of pots and plateware are any suggestion, and though the words start out almost inaudible, they grow a little louder over time, like Stiles maybe can’t help himself.

It makes Derek let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

At night, Stiles’s low, crooning voice flows through the thin wall. Derek curls up in bed, seizing onto it, following its peaks and valleys, each note to the next, until sleep finally takes him.

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[ruzzzzzzz]

“THE GREATEST SHOWMAN”

Way back in year 1800s, in a plain quite riot-free New Jersey area. There was a boy named P.T. Barnum who was looking in the mirror and thought when he looked down then he noticed that his right shoe was broken and looked in the mirror again and his father Wheeler Barnum saw him so he dragged him and said: Wheeler Barnum: “Let’s Go! They might miss the train”.

After that they went to the Hills Borough to visit a fancy house because they going to give a renolium. When father and son were inside the fancy house, Wheeler’s maid was fixing Boroz and his son was in his reach. Once P.T. Barnum was away from his father and P.T. notice that a beautiful girl named Jenny lind, Boroz Lind’s daughter, was drinking coffee. P.T. found away to imitate Jenny in drinking coffee so he did something silly and laughed and spilled the contents of Jenny’s coffee. Boroz heard and saw that so he bought Jenny closer to him and said: Boroz: “Is this how we’ve taught you to behave”. P.T. answered at the same time: P.T.: “It’s my fault sir. I maid her laugh”. Boroz thanked P.T. at the same time slapped a whip and said at the same time: Boroz: “Stay away from my daughter. Wheeler was just looking at the incident as if he was stunned.

After that, the two went away from the father and son. P.T. looked at his father who was about top cry. Then P.T. went to the river side alone and Jenny Lind followed him and sat next to him and said: Jenny: “How did you get out? Father is sending me to finishing school. I don’t know what my future will be”. P.T. said at the same time: P.T.: “I do”.

P.T. first led Jenny to the forest and went to an Abandoned Luxury house to show Jenny around.

A few days ago, Jenny was leaving to study abroad to finish her studies and P.T. was dreaming of achieving her goal in life, so she sent a letter to Jenny so that she should know every move she made. While they were exchanging letters with Jenny, P.T’s father was sick and weak and passed away at the same time P.T. was forced to steal food from the stores and the owner caught it so he was crying was taken away someone saw him and gave him something to eat.

P.T. thought a selling news paper to make money and he continued to give letters to Jenny.

Today twenty years later, P.T. Barnum will visit Jenny Lind at her house and say goodbye that he will take Jenny. The two got together at P.T. proposed to Jenny and got married. Jenny wants no matter how big or small the house is, as long as they are together as a family.

A few days later Jenny was pregnant. P.T. works in a letter company.

When P.T. got home he notice a leak in his roof so they fixed it and at the same time he saw his two daughters Helen and Charity playing on the roof. P.T. played with his son and after that he showed something to his children. While he was telling a story about it and at the same time saying happy birthday Charity and he continued to tell the story. Charity made a wish: Charity: “I wish to merry Santa Claus”. P.T. said: “That is a good wish”.

The next morning P.T. thought pf a way for his dream of his family to come true.

One day later P.T. surprised his family so he visited then and came to the point where P.T. showed his dream to his family. He was able to erect a museum named Barnum’s American Museum of Curiousities. The children inside that museum were amazed. P.T. introduced someone to his family Malley, a thief. They toured the inside of the museum to show his family.

One day P.T. Barnum offered to go to Barnum’s Museum to watch but no one accepted them. They just throw the papers they are given on the way. The Barnum’s family went home sad and tired but P.T. didn’t think of giving up so he thought going to the house where Charles lives.

P.T. introduced himself to Charles and he showed him something and said: P.T.: “I am putting together a show and I need a star”. Charles said: “You want people to laugh at me”. P.T. answered was: “well, they’re laughing anyway, kid. So, might as well get paid”. Charles turned it back again faced again with a smile.

P.T. went home and in the evening he wrote and print what was needed to work or perform at his Museum.

He spread what he did on the walls or on the trees so that someone could see who wanted to apply.

After that, a few days later, everyone who wanted to perform at Barnum’s Museum came.

One by one, everyone who wanted to perform introduced themselves, one of which is the tandem of Anne and W.D who are doing Trapeze. Next is Tattoo Man, a person who has many tattoos all over his body. The third is Dog Boy, a man wo jumps high and whose entire body is covered in hair. The Fourth is the Heaviest Man with a record of 750 pounds which is Heaviest than three bears. Next is Irish is the tallest man in Hill Borough. And when everything was over, P.T. printed it again and stuck it on the walls so that people would notice and influence them to visit Barnum’s Museum.

Many people went to the Barnum’s Museum and the performers were ready to perform. There is a performer who is shy so P.T. motivates that. Everyone performed inside the museum, the performers felt no nervousness and no fear, so they did it well.

When they finished performing, everyone inside applauded then they didn’t know that someone was watching criminal degrading which will promote their museum.

That night, Heaviest Man, W.D and the other performers got into a fight so P.T. took them away and let them inside.

After that they performed again one day to make money. So many people watched that the ticket sold out quickly. After all that, they raised a lot of money and interviewed Mr. Barnett’s P.T. who had just come from the Herald and told P.T. that: Mr. Barnett: “Doesn’t it bother you that everything your selling is fake? P.T. said? “It doesn’t matter where they come from. The joy is real”. Mr. Barnett immediately replied: “So you are a philanthropist”? P.T. answer was: “Well, hyperbole isn’t the worst crime. Men suffer more from imagining too little that too much”. That’s why he left and P.T. passed Mr. Barnett on his away.

Since then, P.T. Barnum has become famous. For his performers to be inside while the audience was interviewing them. The performers who wanted to go at couldn’t start it anymore because P.T. preventing it, that’s why everyone struggled so they went out. All the spectators were surprised by what they saw but they continued to go out. P.T. become greedy that he only wanted to be recognized by the audience, so P.T. followed where his performers went P.T. went to each house of his stage manager one by one to apologize for being greedy and pushing them away. He apologized to them and sent them back to Barnum’s Museum to perform and get know the audience.

After that, everyone agreed and they said that if it happed again, he would find someone else to fool him. Since them they able to perform again and the normal people’s threatment of them has improved.

The end.

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Okay, so it’s 1 AM here and I’m listening to this podcast while very wired after spending tonight coaching the start of our new season and it was a big deal and really cool and I’m feeling excited about real life again in a way I haven’t for a while, but also it was quite intense, hence the feeling of being wired and easily excitable. That might be the explanation for why, when I heard the dialogue above, I repeatedly said to my phone, “Hey, that’s what I fucking said! I said that exact thing!” and then had to pause the recording to cut out the clip and show everyone.

I’m listening to Russell Howard’s episode of The Comedian’s Comedian podcast. It’s a very good episode, a lot of really interesting stuff in there, and I’m sure once I finish listening to it tomorrow I’ll have more to say about the actual reasons why it’s interesting, but right now, I just really need to show you all this clip and say that’s what I fucking said! Look, here’s what I wrote a couple of weeks ago after listening to a Daniel Kitson show from 2005:

“I was halfway up a very large hill today and just marveling at how many times I’d laughed at his story about running around Russell Howard’s backyard, from the night before that show. And I know when comedians say “last night” they don’t usually mean “last night”, but I’m pretty sure he did that time. The show was in Cardiff, and he explained that he’d done a gig in Bristol the night before and then stayed with a friend there before taking a train to Cardiff to be at the current show – I’m pretty sure it was a real story. Which means the stuff about running around a yard with Russell after the Bristol show really had taken place the night before, which means he’d written that story in less than a day. And it was as funny as most comedy material I’ve heard. Not just that he got lucky and had a really inherently funny thing happen to him the night before that show – the thing that happened itself was only a bit funny, but Daniel Kitson told it so well that it could pass for something that had been carefully written and worked on for months. And he just threw that out to a crowd in Cardiff one day in 2005, before getting on to his actual show. Daniel Kitson when he’s barely trying is as funny as most people’s final, polished stand-up shows. Kitson can add all the other magic and insight and stuff because the humour’s there to start with. The word “genius” gets thrown around and overused a lot, but Jesus Christ he is good.”

See? I was right. He does take shit that’s happened to him during a tour and turn it into material within a day. It happens that “that’s what I fucking said” works especially well here because I illustrated that point with a story he told about Russell Howard, and I’ve just heard Russell Howard say he has been there when stuff’s happened to Daniel Kitson and seen Kitson turn it into material that was better than the event itself. But it’s not just that one; based on the radio shows and stand-up shows I’ve heard from Daniel Kitson, he does that a lot. Just grabs whatever’s around him and it turns to gold in his hands whether it was that great a story to begin with or not.

I think I’ve also said before that Russell Howard is what you get if you kill some of John Oliver’s brain cells, so technically, the above audio clip is Russell Howard acknowledging that two things I’ve previously said were correct (the bit at the end about working with geniuses while not being a genius). But that’s not very nice of me and Russell’s great on this podcast so I’ll try not to be like that. Everyone has different skills and is a beautiful sunflower in their own way. John Oliver could barely get through a few episodes of Mock the Week without the life in his eyes visibly extinguishing, so Russell’s got him beat on the ability to do that, at least (I mean, whether that’s a good thing or not is up for debate).

[waywardxrhea]

Part Thirteen - Transitionary Period

[slow burn romance between Steve Rogers and SHIELD agent Emma Baker]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence, (potentially smut later on).

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Just a quick little chapter talking about life working at Stark Industries as well as the mutual feelings growing between Emma and Steve.

Within the next week, Emma gets settled into a hotel for a few days while the tenant living in her Brooklyn apartment gets packed up. After the artist packs up her stuff, Emma finally gets to be back in her loft. Maria helps her move in and they have a little housewarming party at the apartment once everything is all put together and liveable for her once more.

Getting used to the old space again takes a few weeks filled with calls to Sam when her anxiety spikes from being alone in the apartment and video chats with Steve between jobs at Stark Industries. With work keeping her so busy, Emma doesn't realize that it has already been a couple of months back in New York until she is rushing through the halls of the Avengers Tower with some paperwork on a HYDRA lead she found. While she rounds the corner to get the papers to Maria, she runs smack into someone turning the same corner.

"I'm so so sorry, I was not paying attention, I'm such a clutz," Emma says in a panic while picking up her papers off the ground. She scrambles to hide anything that could leak their lead in case the person she ran into was another hero fan that was taking a tour of the tower or worse a HYDRA agent that snuck their way into the building.

"It's nice to see you, Em," comes the voice of Steve Rogers as he crouches down to help Emma pick up her papers.

Emma turns her head slightly up and makes eye contact with Steve's blue eyes after hearing his voice. Her heart skips a beat when she sees his eyes, she forgot how much she missed them. "Hey!" Emma greet him with a smile while picking up the last of the papers. "What happened to that movie marathon you promised when you got up here?"

"I just got here actually," Steve replies, handing over the papers he collected off the ground for her. "Stark has me set up in my own area of the tower. He said he wanted a quick response time if anything were to happen so he's moving all of the Avengers in here."

"Oh that's cool of him," Emma replies as she shuffles the papers back together in order. "I might just have one of your first missions here then. Stark has some of his people training me on tracking and tracing people, and I came across a potential lead."

"Let's walk and talk then," Steve replies. "I'm sure Stark doesn't want to be kept waiting."

"That I don't," Stark says as he walks up to the pair. "I don't need leads going cold, Spangles."

"Sorry, it was my bad," Emma interrupts, seeing Steve tense up at his attitude. "I was double checking my work and didn't see Steve as I turned the corner."

"Well if that's the case, then it was a simple mistake. Thank you for your honesty, Baker." Stark smirks at his own comment before adding, "But really, get this up to Hill ASAP so we can get some more eyes on it."

"On it," Emma says with a nod and walks off with Steve on her heels.

"So how are you liking the new job?" Steve asks.

"I like it," Emma replies with a small smile. "I get to keep busy. Stark got me set up with a new surveillance drone that he built and I get to do a lot of stuff I never would have gotten to at SHIELD. I'm back in my old apartment, so that's really nice. Being back in the city, I've started working on my blog more again. All in all, things have been looking up for the most part."

"For the most part?" Steve asks curiously.

"Well, it's just..." Emma trails off, not wanting to admit how bad her anxiety has been since the attacks in DC and not having Grammie to talk to anymore. Steve patiently waits for Emma's response while she thinks through her words, not wanting to rush her. After a few moments, she finally decides on saying, "Work keeps me busy enough and I go out with Maria in my spare time like we used to, but when I have time just to myself..."

"You remember DC don't you?"

"Exactly..." Emma trails off, not wanting to talk about the whole Winter Soldier-Bucky thing. She plasters a smile on and continues, "How about you though? What have you been up to all this time?"

Steve takes the change of subject in stride and answers, "Sam and I did some damage control from the aftermath of the fall at first then we started a little side project with some of the intel that was leaked. Our leads ran cold back in DC though so now we're here to help Stark out."

"Oh, Sam's here too?" Emma asks as they turn another corner.

"Yeah, we wanted to surprise you, but here we are," Steve tells her with a quiet laugh.

"Well hey, I'm still thoroughly surprised. Again, I'm sorry for running into you."

"No worries, I'm sorry for making you drop all your papers," Steve says, leaning against the wall as they come to a stop outside one of the rooms. Again with the damn leaning against the wall thing Emma thinks to herself as she takes in finally being back with Steve in person.

"We're even then," she replies. "But I do need to get this paperwork to Maria, talk later?"

"Talk to you then. We can discuss that movie marathon."

"I'm counting on it," Emma replies with a smile as she opens the door and slips into the room. 

Was he flirting with her or was she just reading way too into things? It's gotta be the latter, who are you kidding, Emma she thinks as she delivers her work to Maria who begins typing away into her computer with the intel.

A week later, Steve gets settled into his living space in Avengers Tower. To break in the high-tech area, Steve and Emma decide to have the movie marathon there. The pair also invite Maria and Sam so they could catch up and chat before the movies.

While watching the Star Wars prequels, Steve pauses the movie and says, "Does that Jedi look familiar to you guys? You know...just like Fury?"

Emma looks at Steve and scrunches her eyebrows and laughs, "Steve, are you implying that Director Fury was an actor before becoming the head of SHIELD?"

"Not that, it's just..." Steve tries but is interrupted by Sam.

"Steve the man's got an eye scratched out."

"Yeah, it's been like that for decades. He doesn't tell the story of what happened, not even to me," Maria adds in.

Steve looks at the three of them exasperatedly and asks, "So none of you see the resemblance?" They all just shake their heads in response to which Steve throws his hands in the air in surrender before starting the movie again.

Later on in their marathon, they watch Han and Leia's budding romance and Emma's mind begins to wander a bit from the movie. Her mind of course goes to the man sitting in the chair beside her perch on the couch. After the fall of SHIELD and her status as an agent being taken away, she has more freedom to confess her feelings to Steve, and some days she almost got the courage to do so, but then the thoughts in the back of her mind start to convince her otherwise.

You will totally ruin your friendship they say and Why would someone like Steve Rogers have an interest in you? The thought of losing Steve as a friend petrifies her every time, so Emma decides it was best to leave it be for now...even though there wasn't much more in the world she wanted than to just get it all off her chest.

Over the next few months, during their off days, Emma and Sam begin to teach Steve how to play video games, most notably Mario Kart. They started off easy, showing him the controls on easy maps with the game handicaps on. One weekend afternoon though, Steve finds confidence in his skills and says, "Okay come on guys, I think I can handle the harder levels now."

Sam shoots Emma a look with a devilish smirk. Emma's jaw drops dramatically and she says, "Samuel if you're thinking what I think you are, that's just pure evil."

"Oh come on, it'll be fun!" Sam retorts with a laugh.

"Not for Steve!" Emma replies, trying not to laugh.

"Anyone want to loop me in on what's going on?" Steve asks, looking between the two.

Sam and Emma glare at each other for a moment trying to keep their composure as they stare each other down. "I'm doing it," Sam says quickly and selects Rainbow Road, taking off all the handicaps.

"Oh you are evil," Emma tells him. She looks over to Steve who sports a very confused look and says, "He's putting on one of the hardest levels and taking off all the handicaps you've had this whole time."

Steve shrugs, saying, "I should be fine. If I could take down Nazis in World War II I think I can handle a video game."

He could not handle a video game.

Emma tries to be supportive of Steve as he plays and keeps falling off the track but she can't help but fall into a fit of laughter because she just thought Steve's frustration was so funny and cute. At the end of the race when the time is up, Emma falls over on the couch giggling. "I'm sorry, Steve it isn't you, I swear."

Steve looks at Emma and how happy she is and cracks a smile and begins to laugh with her and Sam. "I will admit that was a bit rough," Steve admits as he puts his controller down.

"A bit?" Sam asks with a laugh. The three continue on with their day together with laughs and smiles creating memories that will last for years to come.

During this time, Emma joins the Stark agents as well as the Avengers as they follow leads on HYDRA camps throughout the next year. Emma gets used to the new drone that Tony made her and grows quite attached to it as they go on more and more missions. It operates so smoothly, the feed is virtually flawless, and it has a much better range for control and stealth as well which makes Emma's job a lot easier because she never has to worry she would be giving someone's position away. Some days after missions she catches herself accidentally geeking out over the drone to Steve who listens even though a lot of the things she's saying go right over his head.

Some days though missions take a harder mental toll on Emma than she would like to admit, so afterward when she gets anxious she makes her way to a coffee shop near the tower that nearly always has live music playing, usually piano and guitar players. That chill type of music plus a warm drink always manages to ease Emma's nerves. She almost always goes alone, slipping off from everyone and the after-mission celebration.

One day Steve notices Emma slipping out of the room after her debriefing and decides to see where she goes after missions. The bells hanging from the door chime together as Steve enters the small shop that is dimly lit by vintage lights hanging from the ceiling. The smell of coffee and tea is strong in the air with the scent of lingering cigarettes mixing in as well. The aroma crowds Steves' senses as he looks around to find Emma sitting alone at a corner table watching the performer on the small makeshift stage. He walks up to the counter and orders a drink before making his way over to her table.

"Is this seat taken?" Steve asks as he approaches.

Emma turns her head at Steve's voice and smiles, telling him, "It's all yours." Steve sits down across from her and Emma says, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take you away from the festivities."

"It's nothing I haven't attended many times before," Steve reassures her. "Why don't you stay?"

Emma shrugs in response. As she does, both of their drinks are brought over and she takes a sip before telling Steve, "Truth is, going after HYDRA occasionally triggers a bit of anxiety, so I come here to relax after missions. Sometimes Banner joins me after particularly stressful ones. It's a lot more peaceful than drinking with Thor and Tony if I'm one hundred percent honest with you."

"I had no clue these missions were hard on you, Em," Steve replies softly with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"I do my best to hide it," Emma replies. "I don't want anyone to worry about me while on missions."

I'll always worry about you Steve thinks to himself. His feelings for Emma have gotten stronger over the past few months, but he wasn't ever sure the timing was right to bring it up, they were always being sent off on another mission. The atmosphere of the coffee shop feels just right, but Steve's mind convinces him otherwise in bringing up his feelings, so he just says, "If you ever need someone to talk to remember I'm always here. Same with Sam, okay?"

"Okay," Emma says with a nod. She pauses for a second before telling him, "You did great on the mission by the way."

Steve smiles and takes a sip of his drink before saying, "All in a day's work." The gesture is small, but the way Steve's lips curled into a smile makes Emma's heart skip a beat and she can't help but smile back. 

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[jdgo51]

Talkin’ to God

Today's inspiration comes from:

Not That Fancy

by Reba McEntire

"'I love to talk to God, and I’ve never been shy about asking Him for a helping hand. Doesn’t matter if a problem is big or small, I talk to God about it. But Daddy saw it a different way. Back when I first started singing, Mama let me wear one of Daddy’s championship belt buckles. You can see it on the cover of my album Whoever’s in New England. At one point, when I came home from touring, I realized I’d misplaced it. Daddy overheard me tell Mama that I’d been praying I would find that lost belt buckle.

“Reba,” Daddy said, “don’t bother God with silly stuff like that. He’s got more important things to deal with.”

That really shocked me because I asked God about everything!

Later on, when I came home from touring, I called Mama. She told me that my nephew, Vince, and our neighbor’s son had found the belt buckle in the dried-up creek bed! It might seem like a small answer to prayer, but it was a huge reminder for me that prayer works.

There is nothing too big or too small to pray to God about. He can do the impossible. You just have to ask.

The main thing I try to stay consistent with in my life is my relationship with the Lord. He’s always been there for me. My faith has gotten me through the loneliest of times. He’s that rock, that fortress you lean on when things go wrong.

The best way for me to be still in my spirit is to go out for a long walk. I love being outside and looking at God’s creation. Watching the clouds go by and listening to the birds sing always fills me with peace. I felt the same way when I was a girl riding through the hills on our ranch. There’s just something about being alone in nature that helps me listen in a way I can’t in the middle of the hustle and bustle of my usual life.

One day back in 2014, when I was out walking, I said, “Okay, Lord. What do You want me to do?” and He said, “Pray for peace.” So I did. A few days later I was out walking again, and I asked again, “Lord, what do You want me to do?” and again He said, “Pray for peace.”

“Well, I’ve been doing that.” “Sing it,” He said.

So I started singing, “Pray for peace. Pray for peace.”

A while after that, I asked God what He wanted me to do with that song, and He said, “Record it.”

So we did. We recorded it and made a music video that included people from all over the world praying for peace. I was so moved to see the Lord at work in the lives of so many different people in so many different places. I don’t write a lot of songs, but when the Lord gives you such clear direction, you listen.

There is nothing too big or too small to pray to God about.

When I’m going through something tough, most of the time God just wants me to be still and listen to the instructions He’s giving. It’s about His time, not my time. His will, His way. Not mine.

Another time when I was out walking, trying to process through my divorce, I heard God say, “When something like this happens, just say, ‘Oh well.’” So that’s what I do. Or sometimes I tell Him, “Okay, Big Boy. I can’t handle this. This is way over my pay grade.” And every time, He shows up and takes care of me.

When tough times come, we have to recognize that this life is not our own.

Sometimes there is nothing we can do but get out of the way and let God take control. I have full faith that God is in control and that He is bringing better things into my life, even if I can’t see them yet.

God is always there when you need Him. You might find Him in church, or you may be like me and feel closer to Him out in His creation. Get out in nature and let all the things God has made show you the way. Faith is never far away, and at least for me, the best evidence that God is always with us is right outside. I hope these words will help you to be still and listen for Him. And I hope you’ll find in Him what I always have — love, strength, peace, and wisdom.

Talkin’ to God

There are many ways to pray to the Lord. Here are a few you can try if you’re feeling stuck about how to talk to Him.

Sing a song. The Bible talks about music an awful lot, and singing has always been part of the way we worship God. I love the praise-and-worship part of church and feel so close to Him when I’m singing. Ask the Holy Spirit to take over. When you don’t have the words, the Holy Spirit does. Recite the Lord’s Prayer. Let that be your starting point. Get out into nature. Just be still. Listen for God instead of doing all the talking. Read your Bible. Get into God’s Word and see what He tells you. Ask someone else to pray with you. We all know a few prayer warriors we can ask to help us out if we need it."'

Excerpted with permission from Not That Fancy by Reba McEntire, copyright Reba McEntire.

[haugaard57stender]

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[finelinevogue]

Just wanted to say 2 things:

1)Love the fic where he proposed over a cup of tea…so sweet💗

2) we all know how H has asthma sometimes so…could u write something w/the reader helping him with an attack idk or during an interview/concert/family gathering do as u pls

A nice day

XOXO

firstly, thank you so much that’s so sweet of you <33 and secondly, um yes i would love to give this a go at writing for you! hope you enjoy;

Harry couldn’t breathe.

He was in a panic, completely terrified of the uncontrollable situation. He was having an asthma attack concocted with a panic attack and it was brutal.

“Shit,” Jeff whispered as he watched Harry breathe heavily and loudly on the floor. His friend was currently on his hands and knees trying to gasp for air, whilst dressed in his notorious Fine Line outfit.

It was the big night. The one night only at The Forum for the release of his new album Fine Line, hence the costume. He had been nervous all day, with shaking hands and a tendency to forget simple things. You had been with him all day; having a slow brunch together out in the Hollywood Hills and then just chilling around for the afternoon. You didn’t want to anything to strain his voice, so talking hadn’t been an option. That left you either to sleeping and cuddling, whilst watching a movie, or sex. Now you were all for sex, but Harry complained that he liked talking to you during it and so that got shut down pretty quickly. You didn’t forget what he whispered to your ear though just before you cuddled into watching Bambi;

“Keep your moans for later, you’ll be fucking needing them for what I have planned.”

But that was over two hours ago now. Harry had been whisked away to start getting ready, what with hair and makeup first. You’d left him to it, telling him you would just lounge around and wait for him. It was when he was getting into costume had you announced you were just going to go down the street to get some coffee from Dunkin’ - seeing as there were few of them back in England, where you most commonly lived with Harry. The problem was you hadn’t come back yet, and it was an hour later.

“Harry mate, you need to calm down.” Kid Harpoon told him carefully, kneeling down next to his good friend. Nothing was working though and Harry was too breathless to ask anyone for his inhaler.

It had started by thinking about how nervous he actually was for tonight. It was such a huge show and one of a kind too. He was playing his new album and it wasn’t even 24 hours old yet. There was so much pressure weighing him down that he couldn’t breathe - he was suffocating in the anxiety of his own mind and he couldn’t escape at all. Then because he was in so much of a panic his asthma hit him and added another reason to his breathlessness. It was finally made worst when he realised you weren’t by his side to help him. You weren’t there to quickly eliminate the asthma and focus on helping him overcome the panic attack, instead he had his mates surrounding him - crowding him - and they didn’t know the first thing to do.

“Sarah, where’s Y/N?” Mitch shouted, making Harry squint the thought away. He didn’t want to think about how something back might’ve happened or might be happening to you. Where were you? Sarah’s response did no better to help him.

“I don’t know.”

“Harry bud. Talk to us.” Jeff spoke, crouched down in front of him. Harry shook his head, tears running from his eyes as he began crying. The sobs were really harsh and embarrassing. The tears were heavy and mixed with snot running from his nose to pool on the floor below him. He was not doing well at all, coughing when the asthma choked him up. He couldn’t do this. He felt like he was in a small box and it was only getting smaller. He felt as if he were going to die. Genuinely.

“Does he look like he can talk, dickward.” Adam’s voice came from the other side of Harry, messing his head up even more. There was so many voices and he couldn’t focus on just one, but he didn’t want to. He wanted yours. He needed yours. You.

Whenever this has happened before he was always luckily in the comfort of his home, or the tour bus and always with you. So this was unfamiliar and terrifying. He was beginning to think you’d left him or you’d gotten seriously hurt, but he couldn’t do anything to help. He was stuck - paralysed to this position as his lungs collapsed in on themselves and his brain sped the same speed as a train. You were his comfort person and it was only ever you that he wanted in situations like these. Just you.

“Move out of my way. Move!” Harry thought he heard you and your voice, but he hated that his mind could be playing tricks on him in desperation for what, or whom, he truly wanted.

He felt someone crash on the floor in front of him and the almighty smell of lavender and soap hit him all at once. This time, he was glad to have someone sit so close to him, because it was you.

“Harry look at me, hey, hey. You’re okay. Look at me bubs.” You spoke calmly, trying not to sound panicked yourself, even if you were heavily worried. You watched as he looked up at you, eyes ridiculously red and puffy whilst his nose was dripping like a leaking tap. You wanted to rub his tears away and dab away the snot, but your main priority was on his breathing first. “Okay good, okay.”

Your hand went into your bag and picked out his inhaler. You shook it a few times, before putting it into Harry’s mouth. “On three, one, two, three…” Harry tried is best to breathe in and you pushed down on the canister. “Good, bubs, really good. Okay again, one, two, three…” You repeated and then a third time until you could tell that the wheezing of his asthma attack had disappeared.

“T-than…” Harry tried to mumble out, but couldnt because he was still in panic and his throat was so dry.

“Sshh you’re okay.” You turned to one of the crew members and asked for them to fetch you a bottle of water. You asked people to clear out of the room and leave you with Harry for a bit, knowing he wouldn’t settle in front of all these people. You sat on the floor, crossed legged, and brought Harry to lay his head in your lap with his body trailing behind. You offered him one of your hands to squeeze if he wanted to, which he appreciated, cupping both of his around yours. Your other hand laid to stroke through his gelled hair - that would no doubt have to be redone now.

Instead of going straight into talking to him, you sang his favourite lullaby to him in aid of calming him down. It always worked, or at least helped a little. You sang quietly, noticing the beat of his heart soften with every line you sung. You were by no means a professional singer like him, but he liked the way it was so imperfect and mellow. It calmed him to hear something so simple and so you. Whilst you sang the crew never came back with your requested water and you thanked them, before you were the only ones left in the room.

After you finished singing you noticed how calm Harry was, almost still - the complete opposite to how he’d been all of 10 minutes ago. It was amazing what the power of you could do to him.

“What colour are we feeling?” You and Harry had created your own little system by which you would let each other know how you’re feeling by a colour of the rainbow. You’d designated a meaning to all of them that only you two could understand and used them on the days when you weren’t feeling great, to help understand each other’s feelings better.

“The whole bloody rainbow.” Harry mumbled out and you passed the water around so he could take a few sips, to which he thanked you graciously for.

“Oi, you can’t have that as your answer.” It was a rule that you could only use one colour to some your most intense emotion in that moment, otherwise there was kind of no point to the system.

“But it’s true. I feel grey with confusion, blue with sadness, purple with frustration, yellow with fear and even light yellow with cowardice. Yet I feel pink with happiness and light red with love.”

“What about red red?” You teased, not being able to help yourself.

“What? Lust? Always, for you that is.” You leant down to kiss his head as he cracked a joke, showing you that your Harry was still there beneath all this worry.

“Tell me what the colours represent in real life.”

“Purple because I am frustrated that I had to have a panic attack right before the biggest show of my career. Yellow because I am frightened that nobody will like the album and it will be a complete fail of a night. Grey because I can’t choose one colour and focus on it. I.. I—”

You could tell he getting himself worked up again, so cut him short. “Bubs stop, you’re okay. Listen to me.” You tucked his hair behind his ear as if to open it up for him to hear better. “Don’t ever be frustrated with yourself for something like this. You are allowed to have moments of weakness; you wouldn’t be human if you didn’t. Did this compromise your show? No. Did this show off how strong and brave you are? Yes. That’s what is important, therefore we can swap purple for dark yellow because you were brave. Which means yellow can also turn to dark yellow because you are so brave for doing something so huge and so wonderful. People already love the album H. Can’t get enough of it. Everyone will sing along to every word, I can promise you that. Or at least I will. You are amazing, so never undersell yourself. That’s important to me and for you. Bubs, you are so amazing for what you’re doing here tonight and I couldn’t be prouder of you. Yes, a panic attack isn’t nice and it isn’t convenient, but it just helps show how much you care about tonight and it going a success. That must count for something.”

He didn’t say anything for a bit and that was okay. He was most likely getting his thoughts together and mentally preparing himself for the greatest night of his life. You bent your body over so you could hug him, since his back was to your front, and just give him a squeeze to reiterate how proud you are of him.

“Y/N.” Harry spoke quietly, as your body encased his. You embraced his warmth and inhaled the beautiful scent that he was wearing. He both smelt and looked phenomenal.

“Yes bubs.”

“You know I love you right?” Of course you did, but it still made your heart flutter as crazy as the first time he said it to when he tells you now.

“I do.”

“And you know you’re it for me right?”

“Well.. I—” You didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself.

“Because you are.” Harry turned himself around, making you sit up so he could move. He was lying with his head facing upwards now, face looking less red and puffy, and staring right into the souls of your eyes. He looked magical. Beautiful. He thought the same of you. “And,” he moved his fingers to take off his S ring from Gucci, that probably cost more than your annual salary, and place it onto your ring finger of your right hand, “I give you this as a promise to share my last name with you someday.”

Seeing the initial of his last name sat on the finger opposite to the one he claimed he would one day put two more rings on, brought you to tears. “Harry…” You didn’t know what to say, you were speechless. You had never expected for him to do something as monumental as this and had never experienced it before to know how to react.

Of course you’d always dreamt of marrying him and being his for eternity, but never thought of it possibly becoming your reality. Now, Harry was completely devoting himself to you and only you and it suddenly all felt like the dream was settling in place.

“I swear to you Y/N, i’ll love you until the next lifetime and i’ll find you again. I love you so much, I can’t even tell you how much because it is so infinite. You’re so kind and patient with me and you see me for me, not for the Harry Styles, just Harry. I’ll never let a day pass without you on my mind and I think it’s because you were always meant to be mine. My heart is yours.” He smiled once he noticed you were crying, moving one of his hands up to wipe the tears away.

“How do I top that?” You whispered to him, but mostly to yourself. Both of you laughed.

“Just tell me you love me.”

“I do. I do love you Harry.” You nodded and then he sealed your confirmation with a kiss to his lips. You rested your hand upon his cheek, placing the coolness of the S ring upon his cheekbone, as he placed his hand under your chin to guide you into the kiss. He tasted divine and you smiled knowing that you got to have him like this, taste him like this, for the rest of your beating hearts’ days.

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[kaunis-sielu]

Presidential: 3

Two weeks later you find yourself back outside your old school. It might be the slightly petty bitch in you but you couldn’t wait to show up and make Principal Sitwell as uncomfortable as humanly possible. Steve parks the SUV and you can’t help the smirk on your face.

“Why do you look like the cat that got the canary?” Bucky asks suspiciously as you climb out of the SUV and you grin up at him.

“Principal Sitwell is going to have to kiss my ass so hard because I’m the First Lady and Superintendent Stern won’t stand for it if he doesn’t and I cannot wait.” He laughs softly,

“You are my favorite detail we have ever had.”

“It’s only been two weeks.” You tell him looking surprised, “It’s a bit early to decide that isn’t it?”

“Nope.” You follow Scott into the building to where Superintendent Stern and Principal Sitwell are waiting to greet you.

“Ms. Hill,”

“First Lady.” Sam corrects with a glare at Superintendent Stern.

“Forgive me.”

“It’s alright, we all make mistakes.” You tell him with a smile, “Thank you so much for agreeing to let me come and visit the school. I’ve missed being able to be here.” You tell him with a bright smile,

“Of course! We’re thrilled to have you here. It’s not everyday we get to welcome a First Lady to the building. How was your flight here?”

“Peaceful.” You tell him with a laugh, “If it’s alright with you I’d love to tour by myself. No escort is necessary.”

“But it would be our honor.” He protests before Steve glares at him.

“The First Lady said no.” Steve practically growls and Superintendent Stern nods twice.

“It’s against school policy to allow visitors to roam without an escort.” Principal Sitwell protests, it’s the first time he’s had the guts to say anything to you yet.

“She does have an escort.” Bucky says gesturing to your detail.

“I meant-”

“It’s fine,” Superintendent Stern cuts him off, “completely fine. We’ve done a background check on the First Lady before she was First Lady.” He says with a glare at Principal Sitwell, practically telling him to shut up with just his eyes.

“Thank you so much. I’ll check in with Monica before I leave.” You promise before heading back down the familiar route to your old classroom. They had to know that you’d start there, when you knock on the door your gut twists, this was your room, these were your kids.

When the door opens you don’t recognize the woman in your room.

“Can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m First Lady Hill,” You tell her with a bright smile, you can see Kruz through the doorway, “I was their teacher until December. I’m here to do a visit.”

“Oh, uh, okay?” She says letting you into the room. Steve and Scott follow you in, Sam and Bucky stay outside the door.

“Ms. Hill!” Several of the kids rush you with cries of your name, it’s so good to see them that you have to blink rapidly to keep the tears at bay.

“Hi friends! I’ve missed you! Let’s go and have a seat and I’ll answer your questions okay?” They make their way to their seats but they’re still rowdy. “Friends, I need you to calm down please.”

“Is it true that you’re the President?” Brac asks looking up at you with wide eyes.

“I am not answering any questions until everyone is sitting down and has calm bodies.” You can see their new teacher, a woman who hasn’t even introduced herself to you checking out Steve who doesn’t seem to have a clue. You see him with a little bit of a smile on his face while he watches your class get settled. “Alright, please raise your hand if you have a question.” Sure enough several hands go up. “Mia.”

“Why did you leave?”

“Because I have a new job. Dominic.”

“Do they still their guns?”

“Yes, it’s part of their job to have a gun. James.”

“What is their job?” You glance over at Steve,

“Special Agent Rogers? Would you like to answer some of their questions about you and the rest of your team?”

“Your team Lady.” He corrects with a little half smile, “But sure, I’ll answer questions.”

“James? Why don’t you ask Special Agent Rogers your question?”

“What is your job?”

“I’m a Secret Service Agent and my job is to protect Ms. Hill.”

“Mercy.” You call on another student,

“Why do you need to protect Ms. Hill?”

“Because of her new job.” Steve says, “She works with the President of the United States. Do you guys know who that is?”

“Noooo.” Comes from your class and you laugh at Steve’s somewhat perplexed look.

“Um, Lady? A little help.” He says and you take pity on him.

“Okay, so you know how your teacher is in charge in the classroom?” The class all nod, “And how Principal Sitwell is in charge of the school? So the President is like Principal Sitwell, but for the whole country.” They seem to get it because none of them ask further questions. “What other questions do you have? Mya?”

“Who is that?” She asks pointing at Scott and you raise an eyebrow at him,

“Um, I’m Secret Service Agent Scott Lang.”

“Do you have a gun too?”

“Amelia, you need to raise your hand.” You remind her and she shoots her hand into the air. “Amelia.”

“Do you have a gun too?”

“I do.” He says showing them the gun on his hip, “We all also carry badges that tell people that we’re Secret Service.”

“Gracela.” You call on another student who has her hand raised.

“Can we see your badges?” Both Steve and Scott unclip their badges from their waists and when Steve hands his to Nixon Scott goes to the other side of the room and hands his to Kennedy.

“Okay friends, take a look and then pass it on so everyone can see.” Seeing how well Steve and Scott handle the kids is really reassuring, you’re going to be around them quite a bit because of the charity work you want to do. “Are there any other questions that you want to ask? Emily.”

“Are you coming back to be our teacher?”

“No Honey, I’m not. But I will try to come back and visit one more time before the end of the school year okay? I have about two more minutes so I have time for one more question and then I want to take a picture with all of you. Geno.”

“Do you work for the President?”

“No, I’m more like his teammate.” You tell him, “Okay, let’s all get together and take a picture so when I miss you I can look at it.” You tell them passing Steve your phone. Your class gathers around you and you take a picture smiling widely then after a few hugs from your kids you say your goodbyes.

“I just want to go say hi to my friend Monica if that’s okay.” You tell the guys quietly, leaving your class for what is probably the last time hurts more than you thought it would.

“We have time. Pepper said that you didn’t have anything else today.”

“That’s right.” You stop in the hallway and take a few deep breaths.

“Lady? You okay?” Scott asks and you nod, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay.

“I swear I’m not usually so emotional. I just, I really missed them and they were probably my favorite class ever. I wanted more time with them.” You whisper just barely keeping it together.

“Take your time, a few deep breaths.” Steve soothes blocking you from the wandering eyes of a class.

“Holy crap!” A voice cries, you know that voice anywhere, “No way!” You straighten up and sidestep Bucky to throw your arms around Val’s neck. “Oh my god hi!”

“Hi!” You tell her laughing as someone else lets out a yelp of surprise from the other end of the hallway.

“No way!”

“Peg!” You laugh as her frame collides with you and Val joining your little hug circle. “I’ve missed you guys.”

“You’ve missed us? You just vanished one day, Sitwell said he’d fired you?”

“He did but Stern isn’t going to say no when the First Lady of the United States wants to come and visit one of his schools.” You tell them with a grin.

“Have you been to see your class already?”

“Yea, tell me about this new teacher.”

“She’s good. It’s her second year out of school, first long term sub job. She’s Peg’s cousin.”

“As long as she treats my kids well and they learn stuff I’m happy.”

“They seem to like her. Miss you, we all do.”

“Believe me, my exit did not go how I planned it to.” You say with a scowl, “I should let you guys go though.”

“Come talk to my class. We’re doing government so it’d be cool to have you in.” Val says and Peggy nods,

“My kids too, I know we’re not doing government but I think it’d be really cool.” So that’s what you end up doing, you go to as many classrooms as you can, taking pictures, talking about your new job. The guys also answer questions, it’s always Scott and Steve in the room with you, something you’re curious about. When the bell rings you wave goodbye with some of the other teachers. It’s not until you’re back in the SUV that you ask,

“So, why Scott and Steve in the classrooms?”

“I don’t do kids.” Bucky says and Sam laughs,

“I’ve got two nephews but no one else wants to hang out with grumpy ass.” Bucky flips Sam off from the front seat causing you to laugh.

“Real professional guys.” Steve scolds, neither man looks sorry. “I like kids and Scott has a daughter.”

“Cassie.” Scott tells you pulling his phone out of his pocket he shows you a picture of the adorable little girl. “She’s 9, hilarious little thing, lives with her mom in California so I get her on breaks.”

“Oh, I’m sorry you don’t get to see her more. If you want time off or whatever to go see her just let me know. I’ll do what I need to.”

“Thanks Lady.” He says tucking his phone back into his pocket.

The first 100 days fly by, you’ve never been so busy in your life. Traveling across the country, talking at schools, working with teachers and other administrators. It’s been a whirlwind but a total blast. You’ve really gotten to know your team, Sam was funny, calm and snarky. Scott was kind, goofy and laidback. Bucky was a flirt, sarcastic and charming as hell. Steve was quiet, thoughtful and seemed to notice everything. He was always the first one there if you were feeling even the slightest bit uncomfortable. Which, being a single woman around dozens of men, happened more often than you’d like.

“Thank you so much for coming First Lady Hill.”

“It’s a pleasure.“ You tell the ambassador with a smile. Much to your team’s discomfort one first places you had scheduled to go was the Jotunheim. They were on high alert, Steve has never been more than two feet from your side.

“Some of the locals aren’t exactly thrilled with you being here.” He says, they’ve upped their firepower too, the large gun makes you slightly uncomfortable but if that’s what it takes you’ll get used to it.

“That’s not a big surprise.” You tell him and the guys shift uncomfortably.

“We’ve got some Marines on standby to escort you to the two schools.”

“Wonderful. What time?”

“Two hours.”

“Perfect. I’m just going to get changed and ready to go. I’ve heard it gets cold fast.” The Ambassador, a man named Loki, nods.

“I’ll meet you out front in two hours.”

“Thank you Mr. Ambassador.” He nods and you and your crew head upstairs.

“This isn’t a good idea.” Steve says the second the door to your room closes, “These aren’t people we want to mess with.”

“Steve, it’s going to be fine.” You try to placate him but you know they’re all tense.

“You’re risking your life. All of our lives.” He argues.

“You guys can stay here. I’ll go with the Marines.”

“Fat chance.“ Bucky huffs, and the other three nod their agreement.

“I’m just saying, I don’t want any of you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

Steve doesn’t say anything, instead he rubs his forehead and closes his eyes for a second.

“Buck, you’ve got point, Sam left side, Scott right I’ll take flank. And you.” He rounds on you, “No arguments. You do as you’re told got it?”

“Yes dear.” You tell him pulling a hat on your head.

“Lady.”

“Steve.”

“I need you to take this seriously.”

“I am. I’m just trying to get you to relax for a second. We’re safe here in the embassy.”

“Honestly, First Lady we’re not completely safe anywhere in this region.”

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