#how do we get rid of this busted ass couch I wish I could right click it and instantaneously sell it for ten bucks

[blujayonthewing]

actually the best thing about a lot of video games is the ability to quickly and easily delete shit from your life that you don't want anymore and instantly turn them into money instead

#it doesn't even have to be a LOT of money! it's the PRINCIPLE of the thing #how do we get rid of this busted ass couch I wish I could right click it and instantaneously sell it for ten bucks #all the miscellaneous garbage I've accumulated that's not actually GARBAGE per se but god is it worth a trip to goodwill REALLY-- #[no!! it all gets dumped indiscriminately into the 'make it vanish forever' bin in my house and a single dollar bill pops out] #about me

[so-writing]

Sugar, Honey, Ice and Tea - Matthew Tkachuk (10)

I posted a different part 10 a few days ago and hated it so I got rid of it and started over. This feels better, minimal editing though because I suck but you knew that, Enjoy!

all parts in the master list

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The surge of confidence that had you messaging Brady Tkachuk on Instagram failed to remember what the bio section of your instagram read.

Your name.

Flames over everything,

Calgary or bust.

Of course he didn’t respond to your message, of course he told Matthew about it and, of course you had to deal with the wrath of the oldest Tkachuk.

You allowed yourself to sleep in late on the first day off you’d had in a while. Fully waking up at close to noon felt great, until you unlocked your phone.

You hit up my little brother? My brother? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me

Wake up and take responsibility asshole

You’re a fucking piece of shit

It probably pretty stupid of you to message Brady, knowing that Matthew would eventually find out at some point but this was just a little bit too aggressive for doing something as innocent as sliding into a stranger’s dms.

Having dealt with Matthew’s bullshit for far too many days in a row, you decided to ignore his messages. You searched for Brady’s name and sent another message, purely to fuck with Matthew.

Big brother is mad, gonna have to start DMing you even harder now!

That message got a response only a few minutes later, he really dislikes you that much, huh? Whatever you’re doing, keep that shit up.

You chuckled at his response before dropping your phone on the bedside table and heading for the shower to get your day started. 

++

Grocery shopping was the absolute bane of your existence. Children running wild, people standing in the middle of the aisle as they debated their choice of cereal entirely too long and people not knowing how to use the self checkout were only a few of the reasons why you started getting your groceries delivered years ago but it wasn’t an option today. 

Today you were going to have to venture into one of your versions of hell because there was no immediate availability for delivery you and needed to replenish your refrigerator. It was still pretty early and the parking lot was looking sparse so you felt slightly confident that the trip wouldn’t be too bad as you made your way inside with your list and grabbed a basket. 

It was going to be a quick trip, you were only there to get the essentials that would you get you through the day and you would place your bigger order for delivery for tomorrow. 

As you made your way toward the fruit and vegetable outer aisle, you caught sight of red curls and when you confirmed your suspicion, your stomach jumped into your throat.

He was the last person you wanted to see on your day off, but here he was, fucking Matthew Tkachuk was at the same grocery store at the same damn time you were and clearly he was also there to get the same fucking fruit—strawberries—you wanted too. 

You watched him as his eyes surveyed the plastic cartons, occasionally he’d pick one up and examine it before putting it back with the rest, and fuck, he was taking forever. 

“Jesus Christ, they’re all basically the fucking same, just grab a box and go.” 

Surprise lit up his features until he looked in your direction and realized who was talking to him and that surprised look grew into annoyance. 

“Shut up.”

“Fine, I’m not in the mood to deal with you anyway.”

You hurried over and stood right beside him, making sure to elbow him in the arm as you grabbed a carton of strawberries and threw it in your basket.

“There’s a bunch of mold on those but enjoy that I guess.” 

He didn’t look at you, continuing his seemingly endless quest to find the perfect bunch of berries. 

Thoroughly annoyed, you checked the box yourself and realized that he was right, there was a decent amount of mold on the fruit in the bottom left corner of the box. 

You had no idea what came over you or why you did what you did.

But you did it.

“Whatever, I don’t need them anyway,” you spat as you chucked the carton at Matthew as hard as you could. 

He wasn’t facing you and it hit him in the shoulder and neck area but the flimsy plastic broke and the box opened, sending strawberries flying everywhere. Some hit the side of his face, but most of them landed on the floor and also broke open, making quite a mess. 

“Holy shit,” you whispered in shock at your own actions, “holy shit.” 

“What the fuck?! Where the fuck are you going?!” 

You dropped your basket on the ground and speed walked away from him, toward the exit, as quickly as you could. It felt like you didn’t take a breath until you were out of the grocery store and in your car, slowly turning on the ignition and backing out of your parking spot with nothing in hand. 

*

He looked fucking ridiculous and he knew it. 

She had fucking bolted after pelting a carton of strawberries at his face and now he was alone with a mess. People were avoiding eye contact and he was standing there like a stupid fucking idiot with strawberry juice dripping down his cheek. 

“Sir,” an employee approached him, “are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just,” he wiped his cheek, “i’m fine.”

“Some other customers reported it, and she was gone by the time we realized what happened. Your groceries are on us today, for the inconvenience.”

“Not your fault or your problem, I’m happy to pay for my stuff. I just kind of want to walk away from this,” he motioned to the mess around him.

“Of course, finish your shopping trip, we’ll clean this up.” 

“Thank you.” 

What the fuck just happened? It was supposed to be an easy day off. All he needed was a single carton of fucking strawberries.

*

Not cool, hated one. Wish I would’ve seen it, it was probably funny as hell

The text was from a number you didn’t realize but you had a feeling who the sender might be. 

It was, you responded, you probably shouldn’t be fraternizing with the enemy though, he’d hate that.

Who cares? This is highly entertaining and I’m not even there

I really just tried to enjoy my day off and there he fucking was. 

He’s good at popping up when no one wants it, it’s kind of his thing

You were settled into your couch, casually texting Brady, when someone began pounding at your door and, once again, you had a feeling who the sender—knocker in this case—might be. 

Looking through the peephole, you noticed that Matthew’s hair appeared to be wet, probably because you exploded a carton of strawberries on him but whatever, you hesitantly cracked the door. 

“It’s bullshit that Brady is finding my misery with your annoying ass so amusing,” he didn’t bother looking at you through the small crack, “he’s really fucking loving this.”

“I wasn’t really intending for him to get humor out of our messages,” you opened the door all the way, “but it still works I guess.”

“The strawberry thing was not cool,” he turned his irritatingly lovely blue eyes on yours, “at all.”

“I know.” 

“Messaging my brother on Instagram with shitty intentions wasn’t cool either.”

“I know,” you repeated and he rolled his eyes as he pushed off the wall next to your door and headed toward the elevator. 

“You’re so fucking hot and cold with me, I don’t know how to deal with it,” you shouted at his back. 

“Yeah,” he turned his head slightly and ran a hand through his curls, “I don’t know how to deal with it either.” 

Matthew didn’t look back at you as the elevator doors closed and took him back up to his apartment while you stood outside your front door feeling irritated and, once again, completely fucking confused by Matthew fucking Tkachuk and his fence sitting behavior.

#Matthew Tkachuk #matt tkachuk #Matthew Tkachuk imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #matty tkachuk

[thedistrictsleepsalonetonight]

Paper Rings (or Dani and Jamie accidentally adopt a family and also move in together)

Moving in is a process.

A process in italics. A process, underlined. A process emphasized heavily, with quotation marks around it, because Dani isn’t sure of how to describe the two months that have somehow resulted in her apparently having opened her home to a middle-aged couple, a sulky teenager, and child who bursts into the phrase “Perfectly splendid” in intervals, and a lawyer trying her very best to also have a dating life.

“Did you forget your whole entire girlfriend?” Jamie asks her, arms weighed down by a box full of crockeries and Flora who’s hanging on her back.

Oh.

Dani raises a finger like she’s making a point. “I did not,” she says, very slowly, hoping to somehow generate words as she speaks. “I did not mention you, because I didn’t need to. Because you, baby, have always been home for me.”

Hah. Take that, Hannah. To think she was of the opinion Dani couldn’t romance very well.

Jamie stares at her. “You’re so full of shit, Poppins.”

Miles opens his eyes from where he’s been listening to music on the couch for the past half-hour and leans forward, only to say — “Busted”, and Dani is officially done with everything.

*****

Strangely enough, it starts with cream.

Dani remembers it well, because it’s one of the very few argument-esque discussions they’ve had in their year and a half relationship. It’s one of the nights Dani is over at Jamie’s as opposed to it being one of the nights Jamie is over at Dani. They don’t keep track anymore. Most of the evenings, it just comes down to how much in a hurry they are to get to some place and eat and stretch out on the couch in peace.  

(Amongst other activities of course, so most of the time it’s Dani’s place)

So they’re at Jamie’s apartment, on a chilly evening about five months into dating when she jumps into bed after her shower and asks Jamie for her hand cream.

“Oh, that,” Jamie says. She opens her nightstand drawer, takes out a bottle and chucks it in her direction so it lands roughly an inch away from her hand. It also lands with its label upwards, so Dani is reading the words correctly when she says —

“This is a body lotion.”

“Yeah, that’s what you needed, right?”

“No, babe,” she answers Jamie patiently. “I asked for hand cream.”

Jamie frowns. Stares at the bottle. Then back at her. Does that for about two more times before she opens her mouth.

“Um,” she says, picking it up and pointing it to her other hand in an exaggerated motion. “Yes. You do put this on your hands.”

Why would you do that, Dani thinks, with exclamation marks punctuating every word of that. “I use hand cream. You know, it’s like foot cream but for your hands.”

“What’s that?”

(She’s not going to bore everyone with what the whole discussion that occurs then. The words keep coming, the exclamation marks keep increasing, and somehow, they conclude in this absolute gem of an ending that nobody knows how to process.)

“How could you not—”

“—wait, I’m sorry, we didn’t exactly have fancy shit up in prison, you know.”

There is silence. Dani sees her girlfriend’s lips twitching, her eyes betraying the mirth hanging behind her words. She picks up her pillow and throws it in Jamie’s face.

“You cannot keep pulling the prison card every argument we have, you ass.”

“But it works so well!”

“That wasn’t even the point. The point was that hand creams are best for hands and foot creams are best for, you know, feet and—”

“—and somehow,” Jamie tells her, “my hands and my feet are made of skin like the rest of my body. Look at that! What a surprise!”

“That’s a valid point,” Dani says, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose, trying her very best to be a nice and supportive girlfriend. “But that’s like saying that you can wear your underwear on your face since every part of your body has skin on it.”

“Who says I’m even wearing underwear?” Jamie’s right eyebrow is raised, lips pressed flat with the effort to keep from laughing and well—

(In her defense, she does have the sexiest girlfriend in the world and it’s totally understandable that she got distracted)

The next evening, she orders an entire set of creams, with Jamie grumbling in the background somewhere. I’m here most of the time anyways, she says. It’s for the both of us, if that makes you feel any better.

From Jamie’s smile, she thinks it does, and that’s how the idea starts taking root in her mind.

*****

This is how love works. Or so she’s heard. The honeymoon period is but a couple of months, and then real-life hits. After three months is when that bright illusion shatters, of your partner possibly being the most beautiful angel to ever grace this planet, and you start seeing them as who they really are — clueless and flawed individuals who do not know the difference between moisturizer and hand cream.

So she waits, holding her heart carefully in her hands. Waits a month. Two. Four. Five. And it is a couple of days after Owen and Hannah baked them a cake to wish them a ‘Happy 6 months together, y’all’, that Jamie pokes her head out of the bathroom, toothbrush in her mouth.

“Oi nah flick offa,” she says, and Dani blinks.

“I didn’t get that, sweetheart.”

Jamie disappears (to get rid of the foam in her mouth, Dani guesses) then reappears a minute later, face glowing. “I said I’m not sick of you yet.”

Dani smiles at her. “I’m not sick of you either.”

And it is such a strange thought, once articulated out loud. She still wakes up every morning, and stays for a while admiring the way the sunlight hits Jamie’s face, the way it dances with her skin and makes her look like an old Goddess; still wants to cling to Jamie like a panda whenever she sees her after a long time. Her heart still hasn’t gotten used to the most wonderful woman in the world loving her, touching her, kissing her, and she still has to give it a little time to restart every time she makes Jamie smile.  

Six months she’s kept thinking This will go away. Six months and it hasn’t.  

Dani kind of thinks (hopes, dreams) it’s forever.  

Dani kind of knows it’s forever.

Jamie plops onto the bed, arms stretching out across her back and legs finding their place over hers, interrupting her train of thought. It’s when she’s nuzzling into Dani’s shirt that the color of the shirt registers.

“Is that,” Dani says. “Is that my shirt?”

Jamie’s hands are already clutching at the fabric of the oversized lavender shirt as she finishes, as if Dani’s going to take it away from her. As if it doesn’t make Dani’s heart do funny things inside her chest to see her in it. As if she doesn’t want Jamie to only wear her clothes, because she looks so at home in them. Like she is Dani’s, forever.  

Like Dani is hers, forever.

“It’s your place,” Jamie argues. “There’s only a certain number of things I can keep wearing, you know?”

Dani kisses her cheek. Hums.

“I’m keeping it,” Jamie continues.

“Okay,” Dani says, simply, her smile saying the things she’s too embarrassed to say out loud. It’s yours. Whatever I have is yours. My home, my clothes. My heart.

(The next night when she’s over at Jamie’s, she makes Jamie pack an entire drawer full of her clothes into her bag so she can carry it over to her own place for the nights to come. There’s an empty space cleared up in the closet that sings Jamie’s name every time Dani opens the door. It will never be empty again.)

*****

“But Jamie, please,” Flora pleads.

“Yes, Jamie, please,” Dani parrots, highly amused at the vein twitching at the corner of Jamie’s forehead.

Jamie takes one look at them, at Owen and Hannah cozied up on their couch, at Miles who’s reclining against the wall trying to appear supremely disinterested and then finally to the kitten who is sleeping in Rebecca’s arms.

“Absolutely not,” she declares.

“But look at him!” Dani says, pouting. It is unfair, she supposes, for both her and Flora to pout together in the face of Jamie’s reticence but desperate times call for desperate measures.

(And she wants to pet that kitten, desperately)

“He’ll be happy with you, really,” Owen jumps in, just for the satisfaction that Jamie’s annoyance gives him, and immediately gets hit with a deadly look.

“Why don’t you guys keep him, then?”

Hannah tsks. “Oh,” she says, sounding not very sad. “I have that allergy, you know.”

“You haven’t sneezed once in all this time!”

“It’s.... a seasonal thing. A seasonal plus feline thing. I don’t know how to explain it to you, dear.”

“Baby,” Dani says, hands reaching out to hold Jamie’s. “He needs a home. We can give it to him.”

Jamie’s slowly developing a half-crazed look in her eyes, which Dani finds hilarious. “And who is this we you’re referring to? Because I’m pretty sure I’m gonna be the one taking care of the.... the thing.”

“He is a kitten,” Flora emphasizes, indignantly.

“A one-eyed kitten,” Rebecca adds, and after a round of Aws and coos that’s how Cyclops ends up living with them.

“I’m not taking care of it,” Jamie announces, right away, and Dani reminds her of it every day for a month after the day she finds them on the couch with the kitten conked out on a sleeping Jamie’s chest.  

(“We are not calling the poor thing Cyclops,” Dani protests.

Miles simply grins.)

*****

It’s time.

She’s said this to herself every morning when she wakes up in Jamie’s arms, her four pillows strewn around them and with most of the blanket hanging off Jamie’s side. Every evening as they walk back to Dani’s place arguing whether it was Chinese or Indian they were in the mood for, and when they’ve inevitably ended up at Owen’s restaurant, sharing a meal with the rest of their family. Every time they bicker over Jamie’s clothes now taking up more space in her closet than her own dresses. Let’s move in, she thinks, more and more with each passing in. Let’s live together, she almost says when Jamie decides to pop into her own apartment inevitably.

Surprisingly enough, Jamie says it first. They’re watching some reality show that involves a very accomplished woman and twelve idiots trying to win her hand, when Jamie turns to her and asks her if Dani would consider moving in with her.

“Sure,” Dani says, off-handedly, before she chokes on the large gulp of water she’d taken a moment ago. “Wait, what?”

Jamie is very determinedly not looking in her direction, her eyes hyper focused on one spot of the screen. Dani plays with her hair and waits.

“I was.... wondering, if you’d like to move in with me.”

Wondering, as though Dani wouldn’t lay down her life if Jamie asked, Dani thinks. She raises her hand, and nudges at Jamie’s chin until they’re facing each other.

“Have you thought about it?” she asks, carefully.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, which is the problem,” Jamie grumbles, and Dani is endlessly endeared by the adorable frown on her face. “Thinking about how nice it would be to go to sleep and wake up next to you every morning, and how my brother could use my apartment when he’s home from college during the holidays, and me not having to move more and more of my clothes here—”

“—and the stupid cat,” Dani adds.

“—and the stupid cat,” Jamie concludes, glancing once at Cyclops who’s finding great pleasure in chasing the Roomba around.

“Sure you’re not sick of me yet?” Dani asks her, casually, hoping she picks up on what she really means to say.  

Jamie kisses her once, twice. “Never, my love.”

And that’s that.

*****

“Catch,” Owen shouts, before a vase comes sailing through the air and lands perfectly in Miles’ hand, followed by the sound of their combined laughter.

Dani, who’s just gone through the five stages of grief, collapses onto the couch next to Rebecca.

“How did we accidentally adopt a whole bunch of children?”

“Hey!” Rebecca protests. “I am a mature adult who has her whole life in order.”

“You’re just got sent a Wazzup on Tinder by a 40-year-old man who enjoys fishing on the weekends, kid,” Jamie passes by, hand reaching out to mess up Rebecca’s perfectly done hair. “Nobody here has their life in order.”

Rebecca sticks out her tongue. “This is not nice.”

Dani disagrees. This, impromptu lasagna dinners at least thrice every week filled with laughter and ribbing, days full of sunshine and kittens and the prettiest woman at home in her arms, she thinks, is very nice, actually. Love takes effort and work, but somehow it is also easy and beautiful, and so worth it that it’s found a permanent place behind her ribcage, in her lungs, in her limbs, and in her eyes.

“Do you think this is straight?” Hannah asks her, pointing at the photos on the wall.

“Nothing about this is straight,” Miles mumbles.

“That’s very funny, Miles,” Dani snipes at him, but she gets up and stands next to Jamie. Looks up at the photos.

There’s one of her on the street corner, sitting with her typewriter, surrounded by a bunch of clamoring people. One of Jamie and her brother. One of Cyclops perched on top of Miles’ head. One, of the time when Jamie and Dani had been trying to take a romantic photo all day, only to get interrupted by Owen finger-gunning in the background. The photo had ended up including all of them, squashed together on the tiny couch, with Flora half on Jamie’s lap, and half on Hannah’s.

(There’s a last one that Rebecca had snapped in the middle of dinner one night, of Dani and Jamie staring at each other, speaking a language only they knew. Dani’s hand, carrying a spoonful of mashed potatoes, is half-raised, with the spoon almost touching Jamie’s lips. It’s Dani’s favorite. She knows Jamie loves it too.)

This is how love works, she thinks. You build a relationship. Family just sort of forms around you.

“It’s perfect,” she says, head leaning on Jamie’s shoulder.

And it really is.

#the haunting of bly manor #fanfiction #i guess this is a continuation of one of my fics??? #probably #just a fluffy oneshot of dani and jamie being super in love and moving in together #found family feels #no editing we die like dani clayton #i cannot believe i wrote this entire thing at a stretch pls forgive mistakes #dani x jamie #damie #thobm #thobm fanfic

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Reader feeling neglected because Erik works too much.

Warning: Mentions of SMUT, Bratty, fluff, short imagine

It was hard for Y/N to understand that her man, Erik Stevens, was such an influential and important man in Oakland and Wakanda. Being the prince of Wakanda and the CFO of the Wakandan Outreach Center has him working long nights, traveling, and exhausted whenever he got home. In the beginning, Y/N didn’t have a problem with Erik taking on this huge responsibility but now, she couldn’t stand it.

She hated feeling jealous and neglected whenever she saw him on TV or got a FaceTime call from him that he won’t be home until around 8 PM because of an important meeting. Food sitting in the microwave growing cold, their favorite show airing on TV and now she couldn’t fully enjoy it because he wasn’t home, and let’s not forget the kisses, hugs, cuddles, nasty talk from her man, and the mind blowing sex. No sex so far for a few weeks. Not one “I’m sorry” and “I’ll make it better” from him fixed how she felt. It was so bad to the point that she wished she didn’t quit her job as a Flight Attendant to be with him. He traveled more than her. Currently, Erik was in Washington DC with his assistant and that boiled Y/N’s blood.

Erik’s assistant, Nivea, didn’t know a thing about personal space. Whenever Y/N would go to the Outreach to have lunch with Erik, Nivea would be in his office, sitting on the edge of his desk laughing and giggling when she should be working. Y/N could see right through her, the chick was feeling her man heavy. What if they stayed on the same floor in the hotel and she slipped into his room at night? Y/N couldn’t help but to think bad thoughts.

It was around 8:50 PM, Y/N decided to get out of bed and cook Erik’s favorite meal, Jamaican Oxtails with butter beans. Besides sleeping in his dress shirts that fit her like a nightgown, cooking Erik’s favorite meals always made her feel better. She set the timer on her Crockpot before walking towards their living room to sit back and listen to their “Nasty” Playlist. Y/N put it on shuffle play and the first song that played was The Dream- lV Play. Now, she was having flashbacks to when her and Erik had sex to this song. It was in the back seat of his Lamborghini Urus. She could still feel all of him going deep inside of her while she rode him to the beat.

“I miss my baby!” Y/N whimpered, hiding her face in a pillow, “WE miss our baby,” She spoke to her pussy which was currently wet and in need of attention. Her favorite vibrator that she nicknamed Home Alone didn’t even entice her. She was so sick of using that vibrator on her clit. That’s what happens when you haven’t had a mouth on your pussy. If it was 9:10 PM in Cali it had to be about 12:10 AM in DC. Her man was probably knocked out, sleeping naked like he preferred with the windows open and his blanket wrapped around his waist. Now she was picturing him in his durag. That shit drove her crazy.

“Ugh, fuck it,” She hadn’t talked to him since earlier that day when they left a live conference. Y/N grabbed her phone, paused her music, and called Erik. It rang twice before the line clicked.

“Hello?”

Y/N felt her heart sank to her stomach.

“Nivea? Why are you answering Erik’s phone-where is my man?”

“I can’t hear you quite clear...are you breaking up?”

“Nivea,” Y/N spoke with warning. She felt her nerves spark, “Put. Erik. On. The. Phone. NOWW.”

“Huh?” She spoke with a confused voice.

“BITCH! PUT ERIK ON THE FUCKING PHONE!”

The line clicked.

“Are you serious?!” Y/N dialed the number back, her leg shaking and breathing deep. She wanted to punch a hole in the wall. It rang and rang until it reached his voice mail.

Beep.

“DO YOU WANT ME TO CATCH A FLIGHT? WHY IS NIVEA ANSWERING YOUR DAMN PHONE, ERIK?”

She hung up.

“Oh my GODD,” Y/N groaned loudly. She decided to FaceTime call Erik to see if he would pick up that way. She watched her phone screen with pure rage. No response.

“Fuck that I’m blowing your shit up since you want to have bitches answering your phone.”

She couldn’t keep track with how many times she called Erik. It had to be a little over 20. To alleviate her stress, Y/N got up to check on the Oxtails. She was hoping that would make her feel better but the smell of the tasty food made her think about Erik. She was really considering catching a flight to DC and confront him in person. Why would he have another woman answering his phone? Especially when your woman is home alone and missing you like crazy.

Ring Ring

The moment Y/N heard her phone ringing she closed the crockpot and ran to pick it up.

Erik.

“Erik?!” Y/N asked hysterically.

“Baby, what’s up-“

“Don’t what’s up me,” Y/N could feel her hands shaking.

“You called me like...20 times.”

“Yeah, I did. Why the fuck is Nivea answering your phone?”

“Wha-shit, I left my phone with her at our table to talk to T’Challa-“

“What table? And you don’t leave your phone lying around, Erik. That bitch answered your phone!”

“We’re out for drinks right now to celebrate the Outreach in DC-“

“I don’t give a fuck about that! WHY DID SHE- Erik why would you do that?! She hung up on me and everything!” Y/N could feel her voice crack. She was about to cry. Her eyes prickled and her lip trembled. She felt betrayed. If Erik is in DC partying and celebrating she should be there with him. Why did his assistant have to go?

“Baby, Listen, I’ll straighten her out, I promise you that,” Erik tried to put on his smooth voice to calm her down but it wasn’t working. Y/N wanted to rearrange her face.

“You need to fire her is what needs to happen because when I see her I’m beating her ass, Erik. You don’t answer somebody else’s phone especially MY MANS phone you don’t do that-when are you coming home?”

“Not until two days from now,” Erik let out a defeated sigh, “listen, I’ll do whatever needs to be done to fix this. If that means I have to get rid of Nivea as my assistant then I will.”

“That is what it means, Erik, I want you home and I want her gone, okay?” Y/N wipes her eyes.

“I got you, ma, I love you. I’m sorry shit is the way it is right now-“

“I really miss you and I feel like you’ve been neglecting the way I feel about this. I haven’t had you to myself in over two weeks, babe. I want you now.”

“Baby, I can’t leave right now-“

“Make it happen!” She knew she was being bratty but she couldn’t help it. Nivea screwed her up even more.

“Y/N...who are you talking to?”

“YOU. I want you on a flight home now-“

“Ma,” Erik laughs but it was a vicious laugh, “Girl...I understand you’re upset...but don’t talk to me out of pocket. If I take a flight home now I’m spanking that ass into the next day.”

“Whatever,” She laughed loudly to calm her nerves, “You think that shit scares me? I’d be glad to have you spank me at least I have some type of contact from you!”

“Don’t act like a fucking brat over the fucking phone-“ Erik stopped himself, taking meditating breaths, “I am at an important social event, babygirl, I won’t be out of here until maybe 2 in the morning. I have to put on a smile, and ride this shit out until I’m back in my hotel suite. As soon as this suit and tie comes off I will be in bed, FaceTime with you, reciting a fucking love poem if I need to. Hell, I’ll plan a trip right now to Barbados for us in that Villa I have in the mountains. We can get away for weeks. How does that sound?”

All of it sounded promising. Weeks away with Erik to herself. Hikes in the tropics, laying out in the cabana, swims in the ocean, sex under moonlight. That was perfect. Y/N needed Erik to make up for the decrease in affection between them both. He was so hard working and his relationship with T’Challa improved a lot since what happened in Wakanda. Her man was happy about the success and he felt like he was doing something genuinely good this time around. The second time around. Y/N thought about his accomplishments and now she felt like she was being selfish.

“Y/N? Baby?”

“I’m still here...just thinking.”

Erik lowered his voice. Now that she listened closer on the phone, she could hear people in the background and gogo music.

“Daddy fucked up?”

She felt her body go slack, “...No, I’m just being needy that’s all.”

“Nah, ma, Daddy fucking up. How is my baby really doing?”

“Bored. We miss you,” She felt herself blushing.

“Who’s we?”

“This pussy and myself.”

“Oh, damn, baby...why are you doing this to me right now?”

Y/N sat down on the couch, bringing the collar to Erik’s dress shirt to her nose to smell, “Because I miss my Daddy touching me.”

“Baby,” Erik’s voice was so soft spoken, “You are being a very...very...bad girl right now. Be a good girl for Daddy and wait until I get back to my suite.”

“Daddy, I don’t want to be a good girl for you.”

“Don’t make me tell you twice, Y/N.” He warned with a gruff tone.

“Okay,” Y/N pouts. The smell of Erik’s Creed Adventus cologne made her squirm. It felt like he was wrapped around her with his big arms.

“That’s my good girl. I gotta head back, try to stay up for me, you hear me?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Y/N beamed.

“Aww, baby, I miss you so fucking much. I just wanna see you, and hug you, and hold you, and kiss you.”

Y/N couldn’t wait to sit in his lap and feel him get hard for her and show him just how much she missed him. Shit, she would be on her knees in front of the door to suck her Daddy’s dick before he even put his bags down.

“I miss you and I love you too, Daddy,” Y/N kissed Erik through the phone multiple times, “Don’t forget to call me, Daddy.”

“I promise, love. Daddy isn’t going to forget about you.”

“Fuck, baby, I’m craving you.”

Erik laughed, “just imagine how good it’s gonna feel when I fuck that little pussy. Because you’ve been waiting for it for so long I gotta take care of you.”

“Daddy,” she moaned.

“Shit,” Erik grunts, “Aight, I gotta get off this fucking phone. If I don’t ima end up busting a nut at this party and you know what Daddy’s working with so…”

“I don’t need another reason to beat Nivea ass.”

“Behave, Baby, I got this.”

“Mhm, just hurry home. I love you.”

“I love you too, princess.”

She stared at that call ended screen with annoyance. Now Home Alone sounded a lot better this time. He definitely owed her multiple orgasms when he got back.

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[deans-baby-momma]

Rebel Without A Cause-Ch 9

“Fuck!” Dean growls. He lifts the bottle of whiskey he is sharing with Benny to his lips and takes a drink. The after-concert party had been a bust, not one person in the crowd brought an interest enough for Dean to invite backstage. Meg and Cas are in the other room, working on round two by the sounds of Meg’s moans and Sam had gone out somewhere with the girl he had met last week. 

“There were definitely slim pickings tonight,” Dean says as he takes the joint Benny offers him and takes a hit. “Really wish I was getting laid right now. My dick is rock hard. It’s used to getting pussy after the concert.”

An extra loud moan comes through the closed door causing Dean to groan and palm himself.

“I tell ya, if it wasn’t their anniversary, I’d go join them. Let Meg suck me off while Cas takes care of that tight snatch.”

Chuckling, Benny finishes off the bottle of whiskey. He glances at Dean palming and grabbing himself through his pants. 

“I can see that brotha. Same here. My prick feels like it is going to explode. And sweet Meg’s sounds ain’t helping. Migh’ hafta  just satisfy ourselves.”

Dean takes another pull from the joint and exhales slowly. “I thought we decided to cool it on that front?”

“Well, yea. But that’s when we were both swimming in pussy,” the Cajun says. “Now,” he continues, taking a look around the empty room. “I see no pussy in sight.”

Benny shifts closer to the lead singer and turns. “But what I do see is a couple of holes I love sinking into. So, whattaya say Dean-o? Why don’t we help each other?”

Dean leans forward placing the roach in the ashtray and grabbing a bottle of beer off the table, taking a swig while contemplating Benny’s suggestion.

Yes, it was true that Dean and Benny have always been close and it could be fittingly accurate to say they were more intimate than normal friends were but once Dean had begun picking women out of the crowd at their concerts, the need to indulge in certain behaviors had diminished. They still shared sexual escapades when they would tag-team the same female but the whore between them always satiated them enough. There was no need for one to help the other. Wet pussy and a hot mouth were what they used to get their release.

“Are we really that desperate?” Dean inquires but before Benny can answer the bedroom door opens.

Dean and Benny both watch as a naked Meg enters the room. They can tell by the way she walks that she has been thoroughly and utterly fucked. The guys let their eyes wander over her bare skin. Lovebites and hickeys mar her perfect complexion, from her neck to her thighs, a blossoming bruise is well onto making itself known on the hood of her cunt.

“Boys,” Meg says as she bends over, reaching for the lit joint. “If Cas hadn’t just fucked me raw, I’d take care of you both. But you two in here talking instead of fucking is killing my buzz. Now pull those dicks out and suck them, fuck them, or jack them off but do something!” She inhales the bitter smoke and smiles. “As for me...this pussy might be raw but my husband’s mouth can fix that.”

Dean and Benny both groan and palm their crotches as they watch Meg’s firm ass sashay back across the room. She stops in the doorway and looks over her shoulder, winking and blowing a kiss.

Benny looks over at Dean as he unbuttons and unzips his pants. His dick springs free, slapping against his abdomen. Dean watches as Benny spits into his palm, wrapping it around his meaty length.

“Ya gon’a join me brotha?”  Benny asks as he begins moving his saliva-lubed palm up and down himself.

Dean hurriedly rids his body of his clothing and mimics Benny. They both lean their heads back on the cushions, the only sounds in the room are heavy breathing and the sounds of skin sliding on skin. Dean closes his eyes and tries to imagine his hand is a tight, wet cunt on his dick.

When he feels breath on his tip, Dean’s eyes pop open and he lifts his head to see Benny on his knees on the floor. Dean can’t help but smirk as he guides his dick to Benny’s waiting mouth. “Oh, fucking hell!” he exclaims as his length is enveloped in the drummer’s warm orifice. Benny hollows his cheeks and begins sucking. Dean places his hand on the back of his friend’s head and starts leisurely thrusting until he breaches Benny’s throat. “Damn, Ben. I forgot how fucking good you are at deepthroating. Holy fuck, that feels good!”

Benny hums around the dick in his throat, the vibration moving along Dean’s length. A few thrusts later and Dean’s momentum falters. “Fuck Benny. I’m close. You want my load?”

Benny gently cups and squeezes Dean’s sac in answer. “Oh man,” Dean smiles. “Love when I can let go inside something other than a condom.”

Benny continues sucking and massaging Dean, feeling Dean’s dick get even harder and begin twitching, signaling just how close Dean is to cumming. Suddenly his mouth is filled with the warm sticky seed of his friend. Pulling off Dean a bit, Benny swallows the spendings in his mouth and leans forward to lick off what escaped on Dean’s base and his balls.

Dean whines as Benny’s rough tongue runs over his flaccid but sensitive dick.

“You want me to….repay?” Dean asks as Benny pushes off his knees and stands up. At this angle, Benny’s engorged cock is face-level with Dean.

“Get me wet,” Benny requests. “Then turn around and bend over the back of the sofa. I want that ass.”

Dean grabs Benny’s length and takes it into his mouth. Gathering all the saliva he can, Dean coats Benny’s dick until he pulls away. Dean turns to kneel on the couch cushion and reaches back to spread his cheeks.

“Hmm, hmm, hmm,” Benny hums. “Look at that hole. All ready to take me in.” Dean feels the swatch of Benny’s tongue against his most private area. “Gonna prep you a bit first.” 

Dean tries to relax as he feels Benny’s finger probing against his ass. “C’mon brother. Let me in.” Relaxing even more, Dean squeezes his eyes shut as Benny’s thick digit penetrates and pushes through the ring of muscle. 

Wriggling his finger, Benny chuckles when Dean moans and drops his forehead to the back of the couch. 

“Oh, yea. You’re almost ready.” Benny says as he inserts another finger.

“Oh. My. God!” Dean screams when Benny crooks his fingers and presses against his prostate. His dick was coming back to life from the stimulation.

While Dean is enjoying having his prostate massaged, he notices they have company. Meg, still nude as before is standing in the doorway to the bedroom with Castiel behind her. Meg’s hands are full of her own breasts and Dean watches as she pinches and rolls the nipples between her fingers. Cas is behind her, with his hand between her legs, all four fingers buried inside her cunt. 

As Benny slides his hardened length into Dean’s ass, they both watch as Meg squirts down her husband’s wrist and arm, dripping to the floor. 

Dean can feel the blood flowing back to his groin at the sight. He had never had the opportunity to sink into Meg’s pussy-Cas’ rule- but that didn’t mean he had never fantasized about thrusting into her sopping cavern.

Benny must have read his mind because the man reaches around and grabs Dean’s developing erection, throttling it. “You want that pussy, doncha?” Benny whispers into Dean’s ear. “Want to feel it clamp down on this big dick of yours and milk you for all you’re worth, huh?”

And although Dean knows it is taboo to admit to wanting the wife of one of his dearest friends, he whimpers out an affirmation.

“That’s what I thought,” Benny continues whispering against Dean’s ear, his cock buried inside his best friend’s ass and his hand leisurely jacking Dean off.

“Fuck, Dean!” Benny wails. “That ass just choked my dick. I’m gon’a fill you up. You want that?”

“Yes,” Dean screams, his eyes still on the couple watching him get fucked in the ass. “Do it. Pump me full. I want to feel it!”

Benny gives a few more hard thrusts, pushing his whole length inside Dean’s ass as he meets his end, shooting ropes and ropes of warm cum against Dean’s prostate. Benny growls as he finishes and pulls out of Dean to flop onto the couch. 

In the midst of watching Meg cover Cas with her juices and Benny letting go, filling his ass full of Cajun spunk, Dean has his second orgasm, right onto the cushions of the sofa.

“Goddamn!” Meg asserts. “That was fucking hot as fuck! Made me squirt and I don’t do that easily.” Meg walks into the room and Dean notices Cas has a pair of boxers on. He is grateful because after the ass fucking he just got, he doesn’t think he could see another cock without flinching. On the other hand, he is glad that Meg has forgone her clothing because as she sits in the chair with her legs apart, Dean has a perfect view of her smooth but drenched pussy. 

Dean wonders just how quick his refractory is since his dick is already jumping at the sight.

“Dean, baby,” Meg says, catching his attention. He looks up at her face to see her grinning. “You like what you see?” Meg opens her legs wider, and Dean audibly moans as his cock begins growing along his thigh.

“You knew going into this whole menage a trois that my husband is the only dick that has access to this pussy.”

“I know,” Dean groans. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to fantasize about fucking you.” He looks up at Cas. “Sorry, bud. Just being honest.”

Cas nods as the front door opens and a very drunken Sam walks into the room. Taking a look at his bandmates, he rolls his eyes. “Guys, I really don’t want to see your dicks. Put some damn clothes on.” 

Meg and Cas retreat back to their room as Dean and Benny proceed to redress. Before he could be warned, Sam flops down on the couch right in the spot Dean had cummed. “What the fuck?!” Sam exclaimed, jumping up. “Who fucking jizzed on the furniture?”

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[parkeraul]

the award 

shawn mendes x reader words: 2.645 warning: smut before the grammys. yes i did it.

You’ve never seen a place so messy and crowded at the same time. People rushing their steps, bumping into each other and nearly screaming as the voices kept on raising the tones. You had your credential card hanging in front of your cleavage, swaying at every move you had to make to avoid stumbling upon someone. Your eyes running from door to door until you could feel a strong hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you to a quieter ambient. The hand made all the way across your waist and held you firmly while another hand closed the door in front of you. A couple of seconds later, this another hand joined the hug while you felt your neck being caressed by the touch of two soft and tender lips. Immediately, your hand worked on those curls, rubbing them carefully and closing your eyes just to enjoy this moment. “Thought you’d never show up.” Shawn sweetly murmured against the curve of your shoulder, making your body shiver and your hands instantly reach his arms wrapped around you. “Traffic jam,” You replied, turning around. His arms never leaving you. Your fingers now owning his angelic face as you got closer to his lips. “How are you feeling?” He leaned forward to capture your lips, making your lungs ask for extra air due to the sudden act. “Really nervous but better now.” Shawn placed a strand of your hair behind your ear after letting go of your kiss. Both of you were now smiling at each other, immersed in love and admiration. Shawn couldn’t talk about nothing else than this award during the whole month. Everytime he mentioned it, he looked like a child speaking of a Christmas gift. It happened during breakfast; inside his car when you two were going home after lunch; before falling asleep; doing the chores with you… Literally at any possible time. Tonight is finally the night and he asked you to visit him at the dressing room before the ceremony to wish him good luck. In his mind, your presence is the main thing that can calm his nerves. His agitation increasing could only ask for you. For your kiss, for your scent, your eyes, your encouraging words, your touch… “What do you still need to do?” You questioned, ready to help him with anything. His eyes ran throughout the room as he cleared his throat before looking deep into your eyes. “Uhm… Pretty much nothing,” Shawn started, moving his large hands closer to your lower back. “Just need to catch up with you. I know we weren’t able to… You know…” He continued and you stared at him with some uncertainty. “To gather around or take some time to enjoy each other’s company…” This time, his eyes were facing anything but yours. Shyness taking over his intentions for a moment. “Are you asking me to have sex with you right here, right now?” You threw these words, reading his thoughts with ease. You raised an eyebrow as he smirked, cheeks turning red as his forehead met yours. “You know that this place is filled to the rafters, right?” He nodded in affirmation. “And you know that people can listen to us…” He nodded once more. Your jaw falling a little bit in surprise. “And you know that I can’t keep quiet…” This time, he smiled from ear to ear, nodding and then shaking his head, probably picturing the image of you fighting not to moan. “And you know that I still need to get ready to join you in the red carpet…” You softly punched his chest. “Because the damn event starts-” Again. “In-” Once again. “Three-” One last time. “Hours.” Shawn was now laughing like crazy, tilting his head against your neck and his breath tickled at your skin. His hands grabbed your ass, hard. He dared to dramatically ask a not-so-sweet ‘please?’ in your ear before he caressed your earlobe. It’s not like he would leave you with another choice. You got rid of your credential, revealing your bust and his tattooed hand instantaneously made all the way up from the bottom of your spine to graze your soft skin, already breaking into your cloth to find your nipple, fondling it slowly as he prepped kisses down your collarbone. “No bra?” He asked, teasing you with his sarcastic tone. “We’re like one mind after all.” Shawn broke the touch to curl his arms around you, tugging you next to him as his hands invaded the end of your shirt to touch your silhouette, fingers going up and mapping your entire upper half calmly: belly, feeling the temperature of your skin as the cold tips of his calloused fingers matched with your warmness. Ribs, studying every inch of the bones and holding them with a certain pressure, making you clench your thighs to ease the pulsation down between them somehow. And the valley between your breasts, refusing to touch them in order to leave you sensitive, completely at his mercy and taking his time, his slow and tortuous time. Lifting up the material, Shawn tossed it somewhere away from you. His arms rapidly raised your body by taking hold of your butt as your legs enfolded around his middle so his lips could take care of your breasts, practically aching for his touch. And so he did, licking and sucking your nipples unhurriedly and making them harden more and more as you felt your wetness showing up. His tongue drawing wet circles all over them made you go breathless for a while, leaving a low whine to escape from your lips when he looked up at you. Your hands were now unbuttoning his shirt and with only three buttons undone, Shawn took the piece above his head and left somewhere else. His large chest now touching yours, skins rubbing each other tortuously. He carried you to the small couch to take off your shoes and your shorts. “I hope you can behave,” He worked on the fabric, bringing it down your legs and glancing at your anxious expression. “Because you have no idea of how much I want you right now.” His length already straining against his tight black jeans, appearing and leaving your mouth watering at the vision. “And I don’t think I’ll take it easy on you.” His face met yours as he tried to lay on top of you, grabbing your lips with his. Your tongues were intensely touching, exploring each other with passion. The compression between your mouths was perfect, making both your hearts miss the beats to the sounds coming from the kiss. Finding it too difficult to be on top of you, Shawn begun to leave a trail of kisses. His wet and rosy lips marked your body with hot licks, soft bites and gentle suctions. Light-pink bruises in a distorted line coming down your neck down to your breasts, stomach and thighs. His hands ghosting at the sides of your underwear. “Gonna be quiet for me, babe?” He questioned, traveling two fingers on your clit, smoothly massaging it from upon the lace fabric covering it. You sighed, making Shawn widen his eyes and take a quick look at the door. “Yes.” You replied, trying to keep it low. “Doesn’t really sounds like you’re going to obey.” He threw back at you, pressuring a line down to your entrance. Your body squirmed and you had shut your eyes closed to focus on keeping it as silent as possible. You felt your panties leaving your figure and, standing up on his feet now; Shawn took off his shoes and pulled your body to the edge of the couch. Discarding his belt, he started to remove his pants, not breaking eye-contact with you at any moment. “Sit down for me.” And you promptly did. As his massive thighs made their way to be in front of you, he kneeled on the floor and parted your thighs, giving him the vision of you completely soaked and more than ready for him. “Remember what I told you-“ “Stay quiet?” You interrupted. “I won’t take it easy on you.” He planted open mouthed kisses along the extension of your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where you wanted him the most. Letting your back rest against the couch, you bit your lower lip to the sensation of his tongue licking up from your entrance to your bundle of nerves, covering your pussy with his mouth wide-open in order not to miss a single part of you. He groaned against you as your legs started drifting away from each other, pleasure and relief taking over you as you felt you pussy pulsating just like your nerves on the lower region of your stomach. He focused on your clit, sucking it precisely and making you run your hands through your hair. “Oh fuck…” You moved your left hand to hold your breast and your right hand found his curls, giving them a light tug. “Like this, babe.” Shawn squeezed your thighs harder to the sound of your voice telling him how much you were enjoying his mouth all over your heat, pleasing you and making your body quiver against his delicious touch taking you, greenish eyes looking at your relaxed semblance as you smiled down at him. The universe knows how much you turned him on by smirking this dirty at his face buried in between your legs. “You taste so damn good.” He sucked harder at you, licking a long and slow stripe up and down, making you let out a louder moan due to the feeling of your orgasm coming to reach your whole body. The steps outside in the hall were walking uninterruptedly and you both came back to reality. He got up and you followed him, already looking for your clothes. When you tilted down to catch your underwear, you felt his bulge against your ass and got up to hear him whispering against your ear. “Don’t think you’re going anywhere before you cum around my cock. I’m not finished.” He quickly slapped your ass. “To the counter.” You walked to the dressing table, standing in front of the mirror embellished with bright lights and Shawn rapidly appeared behind you, staring at your silhouette reflected by the mirror. Coming close, he ran his hands along the sides of your body and guided it down, making you support your upper body on your arms against the table. “You’re so beautiful,” He couldn’t take his eyes off your curves and every detail on them. Every mark, every freckle… He could study them for hours. Days. Forever. “Look at me.” He demanded. You instantly caught his sight  by the mirror’s reflection. “You’re gonna take all of me,” His briefs started going down to pool around his feet. Shawn kicked them aside and kept on going. “And you won’t make any sound. Got it?” “Shawn, I don’t think I-“ He slid the tip of his cock inside of you and you moaned in response right after. Your walls contracting to fit around him as he kept on sliding easily due to the wetness taking over his shaft. “Fuck, babe. I can’t-“ “If you don’t keep it to yourself I’m gonna fucking stop.” He slammed his large and heavy hand on your ass. Removing himself from you completely, he rocked his hips against yours one more time, this time making his cock reach spots you didn’t even know you had. This was his favorite way to get you. From behind, going deeper and deeper with a great vision from your butt being slapped by his thighs as he thrusted hardly, deliciously strong as his thick cock tried to fit inside of you with ease. “Shit! You’re so fucking tight…” He grabbed your hair in a high ponytail and pulled you to straight up your body. His tattooed arm wrapped around your middle as his mouth released sighs next to your earlobe. From the mirror, you saw his rosy cheeks almost turning red. His messy hair bouncing as his body collapsed against your hips tougher, making your lips form a thin line to keep your voice to yourself. Failing. You had to whine when he used his other arm to place your right knee on the table, spreading his palm all over your butt to push it up, giving him more access to your core. Your wetness already dripping down all over his length. Knock knock. He stopped thrusting fast and slowed down his rhythm, lazily gliding in and out as his large tattooed hand covered your mouth. Shawn let out a low “shhh” before you guys could hear from outside the door. “Shawn? Is everything okay?” The staff checked upon him. He inclined his head back, burying his cock slowly as he replied. “Yes,” A low moan came out of you muffled by his palm. He pulled your hair harder. “I’m good.” “Okay… Meet us on the stage in 10 minutes to the last rehearsal.” The staff stepped away, finally leaving you ‘alone’. Shawn let go of your hair and hit your butt. “I thought I had fucking told you to stay quiet,” He thrusted boldly. “Now you’re gonna cum when I tell you to cum.” You exhaled through your nose, desperate to let your feelings consume you. Your pussy aching, soaked and throbbing to the tingling sensation down on your entrance. You cried against his palm, staring at his abs contracting to the effort he was putting into his hips. “Put your arms behind your back.” As per usual, he ordered and you gave in. Shawn grabbed your wrists together with his free hand. His pushes became fast and rough and you tried hard to concentrate on his words. “I’d snap this attitude out of you somehow else if this pretty little pussy of yours didn’t feel so good and tight around me.” Your eyes rolled slowly, silently warning him you were so close. “Hold it.” He promptly said. It took you everything to fight your willing to let your climax take over your nerves that were begging for the torture to stop. “Good girl.” His hips hitting yours in an insane delightful way, getting all the right spots and filling the dressing room with the sound of your skins banging against each other. You felt your orgasm forming, coming back extremely stronger than before. Your legs started to shake and Shawn released a deep groan. “I’m so close, kitten… Hold it for a little longer.” You nodded, powerless to the sensation of his thick shaft satisfying you so damn good. All of your limbs were on fire, chills taking over your skin and your nerves sparkling. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck babe. Cum with me.” You clenched around him, nearly hollowing his cock even more as you trembled. Shawn felt his vision blurring and his head spinning as he exploded inside of you. “You have no idea of how much I wanted you to use these beautiful lips.” He took his hand off your mouth and pulled your face towards his to leave a kiss on them. Leaving your entrance, he immediately looked for his clothes as you said “You better go. You’ve got like… 2 minutes.” Shawn smiled at you, clumsily getting on his boxers, then pants and shirt. Walking to you, he caressed your cheek. “There’s a shower in there for you.” He pointed at the door behind him. “The hairdresser might arrive soon.” “I’m gonna be fine. Now go work for that award.” “No need to. I’ve got my greatest award already.” Shawn kissed your forehead and then your lips. Deeply, making you go breathless. He left and closed the door, leaving you even more in love with every single feature of his. You had also won the award you’ve always been asking for.

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[polygamyff]

25. Part 4

I feel all sad, nobody is here and I am having to eat hospital food. Not even stupid Malik came to see me, and where is Shawn. I would have been there for all of that and that what hurts, I am actually awake so early too, well it’s this place. They are constantly doing shit to me, I can’t sleep or rest. I just want to be out of here, I am wondering where Shawn is now. Why is nobody here but my family said they was all here to watch me die, this is terrible. My life is terrible, least I got to see Reign. It’s kind of amazing how I made that, I can actually make beautiful ass babies and I am proud “morning” I groaned out, that voice “what is it now? I am sick of the IV, how many times you want me to pee?” I am beginning to become annoyed at this shit “soon, maybe in the afternoon. Once Domonik as seen you, also we need to make sure we get rid of the bad blood too” sighing out “ok” I mumbled “so we just need to give you some tablets, the tablet you should have been having” well this teaches me “you seem very sad today, you’re usually in the mood to annoy people” I shrugged “just nobody is here, I thought my best friend would be here but he’s not. My family are still angry with me so now I am on my own bored” which I am “there is a lot of family here for you though, we banned them. There was a lot of fighting going on, it got to a point where we said no so that could be the reason why nobody is here” I guess but it’s still bullshit, how you not going to see me when I am awake.

I have no mobile phone, just these walls and I refuse to think of things right now “Marquis’ boy, you look better than your father but then again he has a bodyguard outside his door, saw him from the window” looking up from my hands, when I asked for people to come I didn’t want him “Hakim” I said feeling very irritated already “I didn’t bring your wife, we need to talk without her around” staring ahead of me and not at Naomi’ dad, why is god like this and now I am stuck on this bed “son in law” staring at his hand, holding my hand up and and shaking his “I am glad you’re alive, Davenport hotels could never last without you” he sat down, made himself comfortable “did my daughter come? She was here” shaking my head “didn’t see her at all” which is true “lots have happened while you was not around, things I have heard and seen. You know, I could kill you right now. I could even get someone to kill you” mean mugging him “I wasn’t around so why kill me?” I said all confused “because, the world knows my only child is infertile, now I know it’s been one your people. You have a child with another woman, oh I have seen her. I have seen it all” scratching my forehead “your daughter being infertile is not my fault, you all lied to me. I just did what I needed to do” Hakim laughed “I did nothing, how am I supposed to know my daughter can’t have kids? The contract wasn’t just for you to have kids, how about making vows about actually taking care of her” shaking my head “I was high when I said those, why don’t you leave me alone and take care of your daughter. All she wants is love, she is scared of you” he sniggered “she is useless, I die, then she dies. We have nobody to take over the business, useless right? But you bought shame on my family, made us stupid. Whatever me and your dad have is gone, you will divorce my daughter and you will pay her a good amount or I will come for you and your little family. I know where they all live. Can’t hide now can you” Hakim got up from his chair “may the best man win” I said to him, I won’t go down.

Placing Reign on my bed “thank you mom” she helped me with bathing Reign, I got the hang of it now so I am proud of myself. These are the things I should be doing anyways but couldn’t, I was bust at the hospital with Maurice “it’s ok baby, she loved it. Not a single tear” my mom touched Reign’ cheek, smiling down at Reign “she has such long eyelashes, such a pretty little thing. Can’t wait to get back to normal, to get back home. Lose this weight and just be back to normal with things” my mom passed me the diaper “you didn’t say, how did it go when he saw her? We fell asleep so we didn’t know what time you both came back” my daughter is just staring around, ever so quiet “you know, I realise something. She is so much more at ease when you are around, she didn’t cry all night?” shaking my head “but I did have her in bed with me, she cried once but then slept well but yeah. Maurice was happy, I saw him, the man I love. He was crying, he saw what he could have lose, he was so close to losing the moment with her. She didn’t cry which was good, she was just staring at him. Probably thinking where the hell have you been, my heart felt so full watching them together, the way she looked at him. She loves him so much, he fed her the bottle. He was showing emotion, you was right mom” my mom smiled at me “see, look at her. She was made from love, you told me” my mom is right.

I am such a proud mother, I didn’t think I would taken to parenthood like this. I got pregnant and the pregnancy was not the best but my bond with my daughter means everything, just everything about her. She makes me happy, I am at peace with her “the best gift daddy gave me is you, and you give me the best cuddles. You do, but I think you’re going to have daddy’ eyes which is not a bad thing, you got to have something of him” I giggled, Reign upper lip flinched up, like her attempt to mimic me “you trying to smile for me?” Pressing a kiss to her cheek “can’t wait until daddy is showing you so much love, he wants all these cuddles too” my dad sighed out as he sat “I’m going to be sad when she goes Robyn, who is going to keep me company?” Khaleesi walked in after “get a dog” my bright idea “she is a good dog you know” shaking my head “you’re not having her dad, sorry. She is mine but I do think you both should get a dog” Khaleesi jumped up on the couch “don’t you start wanting some attention, Reign has got all of my attention girl” she is trying to figure out how to lay on my lap and find space “sorry girl, my daughter got this space” Khaleesi whined out, I need to give her some hugs.

My mom took Reign from me so she could put her in the crib, which knowing her she will wake up and not like being put down “when are you planning to go back to work anyways?” I asked my dad, he actually took time off for this “Wednesday, I have to go back in. Hopefully Maurice should be back by then, was he ok last night?” my parents are always cute asking about him “he is ok, he cried holding Reign. That is all I wanted, to see he was still there and he was. I am going to see him today, see if I can just speak to him. He did say he wanted to speak to me too” unlocking my phone “that is good, he is used to not showing emotions. I remember that” Damon is checking up on me, bless him “yes I know dad” I have so many messages but I don’t answer them anymore, if you my parents I do but forget my nosey ass family “on today show on Access, an update on the billionaires Marquis and Maurice Davenport and what else we know about the Davenport family” my mouth fell open “oh wow” my dad said “this has to be a joke right? Why is he even on this, I don’t get it” this is trash “if they mention my daughter I will sue them myself” dropping my phone to the floor, what is this mess.

“Maurice Davenport, heir to the Davenport empire stunned the world when he was taken into hospital for an on going illness he has since he was a child, his father Marquis thought thought to have had an heart attack when he knew of son being on that bed, Scott what is the latest” I don’t find this amusing one bit “he is well and fine, speaking to his father in law Hakim, and this what he had to say about the situation” everyone is selling out Maurice, he doesn’t even know it “how is Maurice right now?” he is walking out of the hospital “he is fine, he will be out in no time” placing my hand over my face, this is a mess. The camera switched back to the studio “what do we know about him Scott? How has he made it onto the ladder of being known to us” a video played on the screen and it looks like he was high as fuck walking with a whole bunch of people “he became a socialite with his dad’ money, moved to the Hollywood hills. He is friend with the likes of Beyonce and Jay z, his celebrity friends have all passed on their thoughts of him but it’s not just him becoming a socialite that made him well known, it was his habit of his drug use. Which then made him not worthy of the title, it was then his dad took over his life. He is a changed man now, I have met him once. He is very sociable and I wish him the best” they haven’t mentioned anything else “but he is a polygamist, he has a wife and another female. He left his wife because she couldn’t give him kids, that is just cruel” I am in shock right now “he does have a daughter, which was born beginning of this month in a private hospital, from what we know of her she is just a regular girl that lives in Anaheim. We did try and catch up with her” covering my face, that was only just last night “they was going to see him, he has hired her a bodyguard so things are pretty serious with them both. He had his wife and his mistress there” lifting my head up “we will keep you updated on that story” my dad turned the TV off “I wish you did that beforehand” I breathed out “if I hear the word mistress, I will murder Maurice!” my dad shouted.

I used a different entrance to get inside the hospital, I didn’t ask for no Jay I need Maurice to get out of the bed and sort this out. The only reason I don’t go this way is because it’s alike an extra five minute walk to get there, it’s easier going through the main entrance. This is just getting sickening, I don’t like this. My face being shown to the word like that, all I am saying is everyone is a snake as soon as Marquis and Maurice both got ill, it’s like they kept shit at bay and now everything is coming out. Pushing open the door, I didn’t bother to knock but I wish I did. Maurice’ mom, sister, lawyer and another female “Robyn” Maurice shifted up on the bed, his excitement made me happy that I couldn’t help but smiling back at him “hi” I said sheepish “where is Reign?” he looked behind me as I closed the door “with my parents, it’s best that way” I feel awkward now “is this the girl?” the unknown female, she looks like Joy anyways “yes auntie it is, this is Robyn. This is who I want to be with, she is the one that saved me” Maurice spoke up, Nalah hugged me “nice to see you, I have been trying to talk to him about the things going on and he said he wants you here. You was telling him, Wade wanted to see him” that is the man I love.

Maurice’ mom, sister and auntie left, Wade stayed behind for what ever reason. The awkwardness left the room anyways, I know Joy is trying to see my daughter but no “why are you still here?” Maurice said to him “because we have business to deal with but Robyn, you have things you want to speak about” walking over to the bed, I don’t care if Wade is here “how you been? Miss me?” I asked him “you have lost weight” placing my hands at the side of his face “I missed you a lot, I woke up with nobody here. I haven’t seen Shawn, where is he” pressing a kiss to his lips “I am not sure, he was here but as soon as you was ok he left. I don’t know where he went” Wade cleared his throat “if you can give Robyn and I like ten minutes, then you can come back. Buy a me a drink too” Maurice held my hand which stopped me from walking back to my seat “fine, I will be back. Would you like a drink?” he asked me “it’s fine” smiling at him “sit on the bed, like here on the edge. Don’t sit far” shaking my head “I really can’t, I am supposed to be resting my stitches still. I will stand here” the door closed “ok, I wanted to say I am sorry and also thank you for saving me. I just hear it from everyone, they all taking about it. She saved your life, I am just speechless. I woke up and I was brushing things off but at that moment you do, I was scared. Maybe I was stuck in a dream” that word dream “you was in my dream that night” I interrupted him “what do you mean?” I hate speaking on it “I was asleep, but it felt so real. You was there, you was telling me you was free. You loved me, you called me Bonita and you walked off. I reached out to you but my hand went through you. I woke up and it was a wake up call. You died on me, in that moment I treated you like I would anyone coming into the hospital I had too, but I gave it more. Every strength in me, I broke down crying after. You was gone, you left me” Maurice put his head down.

“I don’t think Malik was really paying attention, I was in a state. Like my breathing was going. I was losing oxygen and I could feel it, little breath’s but it was too late. I went. I was in so much pain that going in that state was better but I didn’t tell you that. I was declining rapidly” I hate hearing this “he called me that night, and took his mother off and put you on as power over his life. It was late, he said that to me. I was like I haven’t met this woman, are you sure? And then I hear this” Wade came back quick. here I go crying “why didn’t you tell me? I was there, right there and you didn’t say it?” this what angers me “you just had the worst birth ever, I didn’t want to burden anyone” shaking my head as tears fell “burden me, why do that to me. You know how much shit I have been through, ask him” I pointed at Wade “I had to meet your family, seeing these guys in suits saying is this what will killed him off, I had to beg Damon to help me. He got me there with you, then I had an argument with Kellen. Malik got blamed for you, he didn’t even do shit. Kellen was counting on you dying, you’re dad calling me a mistress, disrespecting me in front of my family. Then he had a heart attack outside the waiting room, Shawn punched Kellen because he called me the secret bitch. Now I am on the blogs looking like a bitch, they out there attacking me. I am the bitch that sought you out, I got pregnant on purpose. My face is everywhere and Naomi looking innocent as fuck. Now I am on Access Hollywood, everyone disrespecting me. Getting my family involved, I don’t feel safe anymore. I look like the bitch that stole you away from Naomi” Maurice’ mouth fell open, he stared at me in terror.

He didn’t expect what I have just said to him “someone has also taken a picture of you in this bed asleep, it’s on the blogs. What Robyn has said is true” Maurice looks extra stressed and I feel bad now “who exposed Robyn, Wade? What is my publicist doing, what is she doing?” Maurice said to Wade “we got word of TMZ and we did allow it to go through but it was nothing about Robyn, on the paperwork it was about you. To say you’re ok, everything that was put on there was not by me on the team” Maurice let my hand go “Wade, give me your phone. I need you to remove Robyn’ face off the internet, sue any blog, TV that uses it. They have to blur her face out. I want you, come here” Wade got his phone out from his side pocket “here” Wade held his phone out to him, Maurice gripped his tie on his suit “Maurice!” I spat “you fucking find out who has been talking about me Wade! You earn your fucking stay, you should have done this without me instead of sitting fucking back, you get that bitch publicist and you tell her do her fucking job! You fucking use that phone and find out” Maurice pushed him back “creasing up my shirt, thank you” Wade fixed his tie “I can do that, you need to clear her name. Once you finished peeing in the bag that is, I have your best interest so please. I do have a feeling on who it is anyways, I think I lost count on who. Your whole family but I will proceed with that. Shawn is in New York, you gave him that power. He is dealing with Dubai, get better Maurice, and quick” Wade walked out.

Maurice is ever so quiet, it’s weird because he is thinking and plotting “is things still being said?” Maurice finally said something “yes” I said in a whisper “my dad is in hospital, he is too ill. Where is Malik, Robyn. I need you to get my phone, I’ve not seen him all day. I am looking after him. I am just working out who is doing this” I am not about to give his phone “no, you’re going to rest. I am going to get Jay here, you have him here with you. Someone is also taking pictures of you like this. Just relax please, your mind is working overtime and I understand but your health. For me, just relax ok? Let your lawyer do what he needs” Maurice punched the bed at the side of him “fuck!” I wanted him to know but I don’t like seeing him all angry “Maurice, listen to me. Once you are better we will come back bigger and better, I will never let you fall like this” he is devastated “I am so sorry Robyn, I didn’t want this for you. I didn’t want you to be exposed in this way” Maurice is stressing and I feel so bad.

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[lisinfleur]

Mishaps - Chapter 04: Closer

Author's notes: I fought like hell with this chapter. It was supposed to shorten the story, but well, who said I am the writer here? hahaha My stories are temperamental and have their own lives and well... Mishaps decided it will be longer. Period.

Warnings: SMUT. And ANGST.

Words: 3815

The hunting cabin of his family, at first sight, looked like a whole new world brought straight from a zombie apocalypse movie: the place was built in the middle of the woods, hidden from civilization and away from the road. To reach the cabin, you guys had to leave the road down through a dirt road for almost half of an hour until Ubbe had to go out of the car to open a small gate. Then, another half of an hour in a private trail that ended in a medium cottage entirely built of treated trunks - which made the house almost invisible in the middle of the trees where it was located.

However, the rustic impression was nothing but a design: inside, the whole place was lustful and well-furnished with furs and a decoration utterly turned to the hunting and fishing contests they must have done there in between the family members. "Pretty much a place for men to reunite, drink beer, laugh, and dispute whose cock is bigger while too drunken to measure it properly," you thought, and this thought brought a small smile to your face.

Maybe Ragnar wasn't a father like yours, after all...

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hvitserk said, attracted by the smile on your lips. "My father made it for us. A place for us to rest during some holidays or free time. We used to come together in the hunting season and dispute who would bring the bigger hare or deer," he said, nostalgic.

Causing Ubbe to giggle from the door while coming in with the bags he took from the car.

"Yeah. Those contests were incredible, but in the end, Faðir always would bring the bigger one," he commented.

"Or Björn," Hvitserk remembered.

"They were the older ones and more experienced. I wish we could do a contest like that now that the dispute would be fair enough... I would kick Björn's ass with my new shooting skills!" Ubbe affirmed.

Their light conversation making you forget for a moment the situation you were into. They weren't your boyfriend and brother in law chatting about a family event or missing their father...

They were your hijacker and his brother who hours ago had a gun pointed to your head, ready to kill you with a single shot... And you knew that.

But you just wanted to forget. Just as you wanted to forget who you were. Where you came from.

"He's getting old. I doubt he could face a bear as he did that season do you remember, Ubbe??"

You wanted to sit there in that soft couch, your bare feet rubbing the fur of a bear rug - probably the bear they were talking so lightly about how their older brother had killed with nothing but a knife - and listen to that conversation with a smile in your face, getting impressed about your elder brother in law's skills just to get your boyfriend jealous of you...

You wanted to be there just for a moment with Hvitserk and not because the two of you had to hide so no one would discover you were a prisoner and he was a drug dealer trying to flee from the law.

But you couldn't.

Just as you couldn't tell your best friend your true name the true story of your life even knowing she was trusting you with her bigger secrets.

Just as you couldn't really sound nostalgic when telling any stupid story from the past Christmas with your friends.

You couldn't just erase your true life, get rid of your true memories and wake up someday really being Marie Ann Watson, to live without that sensation your whole life was a lie.

"Annie?"

Hvitserk's voice sounded calling your attention and you noticed the room was silent.

You were so absorbed in your own thoughts and doubts that you didn't even notice when Ubbe left the two of you alone in the cabin or when the conversation between the brothers had finished.

"Sorry... I was...”

"Lost," Hvitserk smiled caressing your face softly. "You must be tired, love. It was a long day and it has been being a long time for you, I know this. You should take a bath and then we could sleep a little. Ya know, like my father used to say when we were here: if you want some pizza here, you'll have to hunt the pepperoni. So, a little bit of sleep will be good for me to hunt something for us tomorrow."

You giggled at his little joke and it seemed to make him happy. Hvitserk liked to see your smiles more than anything. He was becoming really good at getting them. His fingers slid through your cheek, softly caressing your chin.

"This way is better," Hvitserk said, smiling softly at you. "I like when I can make you smile."

"I like when you make me smile," you answered, curving your lips a little more at him.

He came closer, nuzzling his nose against yours before softly pecking your lips.

"We'll find a way to solve this shit. And I... I'll find a way out. Ubbe and I want to stop. To live a normal life, away from this shit. We'll find a way out of this and then... Then it will be just you and me."

Promises you really wanted to see happening in your lives. Your arms softly embraced Hvitserk's neck and he covered your mouth with his lips, enjoying a long and loving kiss.

More and more you were fallen for that man and, at the same time, the more you were in love, the more guilty you felt.

The truth in your throat, like a knot...

The fear of losing what you were becoming to each other was eating you inside, not only by the feelings you had for Hvitserk but also by the fear of becoming something disposable to men like him and his brothers...

The problem with the time was also bothering you: there was already more than a month you were with him. The longer you were missing, the harder would be explaining your little disappearance to the police officers and it could really get Hvitserk some troubles.

Or worse...

It could cause them to change you once again. To move your location and change your identity one more time, forcing you to leave everything behind and start from zero once again.

Everything.

Including him.

"What's bothering you, babe?" Hvitserk asked against your lips, feeling something wasn't right with you today.

"How long will we stay like this?" you asked, looking at him "Hidden, I mean..."

He sighed.

"Officer Aethelwulf has been a pain in our asses for a while. He wants desperately to show some service and he has been trying to fuck up with us since my father was alive. For some reason, your missing person report went to his hands and now he's probably trying to make the right connections to relate us to your disappearance so he can bust one of us or the whole family."

You knew why...

Officer Aethelwulf was the one responsible for your file. Of course, your missing person report would end up in his hands.

"He's kinda finding ways to press us for information so we just have to keep you here until he decides to visit my apartment. Then Ubbe will call me and I'll go there to let the jerk come in and see my apartment. Ubbe will come to pick you up while this and I'll bring the officer here, so he can see we have nothing to hide. He won't find the relation and I believe it will be problem solved for now."

Then they just had to find a way to release you, for you wouldn't be locked forever, right?

"You... Don't intend to release me?" you asked, kinda innocently.

But he pulled away from you this time, sighing deeply, frustratedly.

"We gonna think about this later, ok?" he said, trying to look at you but not to be so serious or heavy, "My brothers still don't trust you and the more I like you, Annie, I can't risk my whole family releasing you this way... I will. But not now. Not yet."

Despite you were anguished, you could understand him. There was something in you that could instigate their mistrust. Your stories never sounded real and you were always a terrible liar. It was comprehensible people like his brothers wouldn't trust you at all.

You nodded, starting to walk towards the bathroom when he held you by your wrist, sighing again.

"Look... I'm sorry about this, Annie. I really want to solve these things for you and I'll find a way. I promise you." he said, caressing your hand with his thumb.

You nodded at him, resigned.

"I know. I trust you, Hvitserk," you said, unintentionally hitting his heart with your words and your smile.

You left to the bathroom but Hvitserk sat on the couch, rubbing his face, maybe as anguished as you could be.

He wanted to trust you. He wanted to release you and to let you go back to your life, to live it right the way he was planning before.

But if you were pretending...

If you were lying to him...

His whole family would be lost and he would be the only one to blame.

Hvitserk knew he couldn't risk his whole family that way, even knowing he was really in love with you already.

There was still something about you... Something deep that he knew was hidden. Something that justified that shadow in the bottom of your eyes. Something that was making him afraid of trusting completely on you.

However, it wasn't enough to prevent his heart from falling deeply in love with you and it was also killing him slowly.

Hvitserk got up, hearing the sound of the bathtub coming from the hallway. You were bathing, as he said. He walked at the small bar at the corner of the room and poured some drink to warm himself up.

A cup or two and he sat, trying to clear his mind from the flood of thoughts about that situation, pouring some more of the old mead his father used to like in his cup.

After the fourth or fifth dose, he was feeling lighter and the sound of the bathtub wasn't coming from the hallway anymore.

He walked towards the room and stopped at the door. The sight of your body catching his eyes while you were slowly sliding the soft towel through your skin, taking out the remaining drops of water from your bath. Fresh and clean, and shivered with the cold breeze of the night that was already falling on the woods.

Hvitserk swallowed dry. He knew he shouldn't be watching you in such an intimate moment, but yet, he kept himself silent, observing while you seemed to be caressing your skin with the towel, unaware of his presence at the door.

He could feel the warmth of the drinks spreading all over his body, mixing with the heat your sight was causing in his core, making his throat dry once again, but not for another drink.

While turning yourself to dry your hair, your eyes caught his figure at the door, but somehow you didn't feel scared.

Instead, the way he was looking at you caused shivers to go down your spine.

He wanted you.

You could see it in his eyes, staring you like a wolf would stare a hare.

And god... He was a tease for you since the beginning. It wasn't the first time you would lay down with a man, but there was a long time since your first experience.

And you wanted it...

You wanted it so bad...

You couldn't really explain why you turned yourself to him, looking into his eyes. You couldn't say if it was the heat in your body, the way his eyes were arousing you, or if it was only the immense need you had into you to have him without a single thought in your mind about your past, your present or the future of the two of you.

For some reason you chose to ignore, you opened the towel in your body, slowly letting it fall through your skin, showing your entire nakedness to his hungry eyes almost as an invitation mutely accepted by the glow of desire that filled his blues.

He came forward and you felt his warm hands touching your waist, shivering your skin with the contrast of temperatures in between his fingers and your fresh skin. You softly opened your mouth, sighing, and Hvitserk twitched his lips, clearly aroused by your sound, reflecting it in the way his hands became firmer on your hips, pulling you closer to his body.

You went without resistance, accepting his touches, sliding your hands through his collar, taking out the jacket he was wearing and throwing it to the ground, already searching the edge of his shirt to pull it up, invading his clothes with your fresh hands, retributing the shivers by touching his warm skin with your cold fingers.

He lost control.

Hvitserk's mouth covered yours in a lustful kiss and you felt his body starting to push you back towards the bed, stopping the kiss only to let the shirt pass through his head just to find the same destiny of his jacket and his shoes after it.

His clothes being left like a trail on the ground.

You fell sitting at the bed when your body reached the edge, breaking the kiss, but not the heat in between the two of you. Your hands went straight to his trousers, unbuttoning it and opening the zipper, causing the first moans and sighs of pleasure in his voice to start echoing through the room when your lips reached his lower belly in kisses as your hands were pulling down his pants and underwear.

You weren't really allowing your brain to think about how big he was or how barefaced you should be looking like, touching him shamelessly the way you were doing. All you wanted was exactly the sounds you got from his mouth in a hoarse voice when your fingers wrapped around his hot hardness, stroking his length while feeling his hand softly caressing your head, mutely asking for what was to come.

Hvitserk couldn't hold his moan of satisfaction when you slid your moistened lips around him, sucking his whole length into your mouth, causing him to bend, tamed by the pleasure.

"Shit... Oh, fucking shit! So soft!" he mumbled, barely being able to control his panting breath while you were sucking his cock so lustfully.

You never thought you could be so lascivious, but he was teasing your desire in a way no one has ever done before. You wanted him with all of you and his taste was making you even hotter than this pulsating desire making you wet.

"Fuck!" he cursed again, causing a strange feeling of satisfaction in your core when you felt his hips bucking, thrusting into your mouth erratically as if he was fighting to not to fuck your lips the way his body was begging him to.

You didn't know how to explain, but the taste of his precum and his efforts to hold himself back were making you want even more to feel him exploding and so, you fought alongside his body, causing him to moan louder when you embraced his hips, bouncing your head against his crotch, giving him the exact sensation he was trying to fight against, bringing him too close to the edge.

Hvitserk's fingers gripped your hair and he growled when you felt his shaft twitching against your tongue.

You felt his try to pull his hips away from you, but you just embraced him tighter, causing him to lose completely the control of his body and his pleasure to erupt into your lips, filling your mouth with his seed while his sounds of satisfaction were filling the room.

You were proud. Something in you was proud of the taste you just had. A man like him, a handsome one, would surely have lots of women. But how many of them had ever taken his self-control the way you did?

In his eyes, surprised on yours, you could see the answer was clear: none. No other has ever had Hvitserk so aroused, so ready. He could barely feel his erection retreating. Instead, the sight of your tongue rolling through your lips to take every single drop of his pleasure got him almost completely hard once again.

He couldn't explain what kind of goddess he found on you, but if he was sure he was in love with you before, now, Hvitserk was sure he was completely lost.

You were his damnation. his doom. And he couldn't help himself from wanting more.

Hvitserk towered his body upon yours, and you crawled back in bed, allowing him to come over the mattress, covering your body with his. His hungry mouth caught yours again and you embraced his body, kissing him back, noticing how he completely ignored the taste of his pleasure in your tongue, kissing you hungrily while one of his hands unashamedly landed in the middle of your legs, sinking his fingers into your entrance and starting to tease your clit with his thumb.

You moaned against the kiss and he hissed, aroused, cursing in a low voice against your lips that just caused you to feel even hotter.

"Shit, girl, you're so fucking wet... So damn tight!"

His words making you wetter under his fingers and his caresses causing your moans to substitute his, filling the room with your voice. Hvitserk smiled almost devilishly, increasing the pace of his thumb and curling his fingers to hit your sweet spots into your pussy, clearly playing with your pleasure as you had played with his before.

"You have a soft and silky mouth but I can't wait to taste these sweet juices of yours..." he said, licking his lips and smiling bigger as you turned your eyes darkened over his. "Open these pretty legs of yours, babe. Let me be a good boy and retribute your sweet surprise".

You didn't argue. Instead, Hvitserk felt your legs opening under him, more, like a new invitation that caused him to smile bigger.

"Such a good girl!" he praised, lowering himself in the middle of your legs, never breaking the contact of your eyes until his lips embraced your pulsating core in an intimate kiss that filled the whole room with your voice.

"Shit!" It was your time to curse and he smiled, licking his lips wet from your juices to mumble against your inner labia, causing the vibration to send shivers up your spine while he was speaking.

"So sweet!"

You felt his arms wrapping your hips from under your thighs and he laid his mouth on you, leaving you no choice but enjoy the feeling of his tongue exploring your intimacy entirely. You couldn't flee, for his embrace wasn't allowing you more than moving your hips to slide your clit in his tongue from time to time.

Not that it was really necessary: Hvitserk's skills were really way better than your imagination allowed you to estimate and you couldn't feel a single inch of your pussy he wasn't licking or sucking someway.

It didn't take too long for him to have you arching your body against the bed, gripping his hair strongly, ruining his man bun and making a mess of him when you came into his mouth, felling the pleasure spreading all over your body while he was thirstily licking you clean.

However, instead of calming his desire, your orgasm just set him on fire and, without giving you time to recover, Hvitserk crawled his way upon your body, easing his hardness into your still throbbing walls, moaning with pure bliss by feeling himself involved in your heat.

"Oh, god! Hvitserk!" you moaned, embracing his torso, lost in the pleasure, sinking your nails down his back when he suddenly started thrusting into your oversensitive channel, almost punishing you by the amount of pleasure you put him through. "Hvitserk! Babe!"

You tried to call him, but Hvitserk just kept thrusting, wildly, sliding your body up in the bed and hitting the wooden headboard full strength against the wall. The repetitive sound of his rhythm was mixing with your moans and his gasps of effort.

You could feel how tense his arms were when you relaxed under him, embracing his neck, kissing his skin as if your kisses and soft caresses were a reward for all the pleasure he was making you feel.

Slowly, your caresses reduced his pace. And he started going deeper into your body, getting longer moans and a tighter embrace from your hands around his body. One of them you slid into his hair, loosen it from the bun, watching as it opened like a curtain beside your face. You slid your fingers through the strands, caressing his nape, feeling as he rolled his hips in a different movement just to make you moan a little louder for his pleasure.

Hvitserk was filling you so well! His size seemed to be perfect for yours, your walls tightening embracing his shaft causing his efforts to become harder and harder as the pleasure was mining his strength.

In a few minutes, your skins were glued on sweat. His mouth against yours, panting, mixing your breath with his when you lovingly bit his lower lip before kissing him passionately.

Hvitserk couldn't deny anymore. He couldn't say it wasn't to be. The two of you were perfect together and when he felt your body clenching around him one more time, he wrapped his arms around your torso, embracing you tight into his arms and against his chest, thrusting a little bit faster just to release his seed into your walls, making you feel even warmer than your own juices made you.

With his panting breath, Hvitserk mumbled in your ear something that would be the perfect sentence to be heard after such deep and intimate intercourse.

"I love you," he confessed, nuzzling his face on yours, slowly recovering his breath control, and lightly kissing your skin and the crook of your neck "I love you, Annie. I love you..."

Annie...

You felt your eyes fill with a thin line of tears you didn't let pour. And you embraced Hvitserk tighter, feeling his body nestling into your embrace.

"I love you too..." you mumbled, swallowing dry as he softly rested his head against your chest.

Your heart heavy into your chest.

You loved him.

He loved Annie.

 But Marie Ann Watson wasn't who you really were...

And sooner or later it would be the end of you.

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Middle of nowhere

Author: @thee-seb-stan

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x wife!reader

Warnings: fluff mixed with a poor attempt of crack/humor, implied smut, language (slightly, just a word or two)

Word count: 1.600ish

Summary: It’s been a long and exhausting year for Sebastian, shooting and promoting many of his movies with almost no rest at all. So Y/N decides to surprise him with a small trip over Christmas somewhere quiet. 

A/N: This was written for @jpat82 ‘s ‘J’s Marvelous Holiday Party Challenge‘ and my prompt was number 27 aka “And where do you think you're going?” “To go shovel the driveway again, or fall on my ass, gravity will decide.”. The prompt is bold in my work. Thank you for letting me participate and enjoy! Also, remember that feedback is always appreciated! ♡

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“Honey, I love you but I’m not so sure about my safety with you behind the wheel when it’s snowing outside.”

“Oh, shut up, Stan,” you squeezed his thigh as the man, who owned your heart, sat in the passenger seat, blindfolded and slightly terrified.

“Both hands on the wheel, please,” he grabbed your hand, his warm hand being in contrast with how cold your hands usually were, especially in winter.

A small laugh escaped your lips as you watch Sebastian overreact to your driving, knowing he only did it for fun but there was a part of him that was partly scared. Mainly because he knew what kind of driver you were.

It was just a few days ‘till Christmas and Seb couldn’t stop and relax for a moment. The whole year, you two were apart most of the time with Sebastian travelling around the world, shooting a few new films and promoting the ones which were soon to be released, the only contact you had was through Skype or FaceTime, which wasn’t satisfying enough.

So when he came back home to New York, you were already waiting with two plane tickets to Montana where your parents owned a nice cottage in the middle of nothing. The perfect place for you two to relax and get Sebastian’s mind off.  However, Sebastian only knew you were going somewhere, never actually being told where to exactly.

“We’re here,” you smiled and parked the car in the small garage attached to the two-storey wooden house where you were planning on spending at least a week so Seb would relieve some of his stress before the Christmas Eve would come because you had to leave, already having plans on spending that day with Seb’s mom.

“Okay, you can take off the blindfold, honey,” you reassured the brunette who clumsily got out of the car, almost tripping over his feet in the process, and was now standing next to you in front of the front doors.

Without a second, the thin black material was pulled off of his eyes, which were wide with surprise as he took in the house before him.

“What is that?” he couldn’t help but ask while you handed him one of your luggage, already making your way to the doors.

“My grandpa bought it when I was a baby, gave it to my parents as a congratulations gift and now we rarely use the house, mostly because we don’t have much time to hang out in here.”

As you opened the door, a big hall was revealed with doors leading to the kitchen and the living room. The whole place had wooden walls decorated with pictures your family painted over the years, the house was rather old-fashioned than modern, the only modern things were the TV, a notebook and surprisingly good wi-fi.

“Also, when there’s a snowstorm, it becomes impossible to leave, making this a perfect trap,” you added as you turned around to see Seb standing in the doorway, mouth open wide as he took the sign in.

“And did you check the weather to be sure we won’t get stuck?” he asked after a few seconds, putting down your luggage. The black long coat he was wearing was covered with small white dots from the snow falling outside, a few snowflakes decorating his fluffy slightly long hair and beard he grew out over a few months.

You couldn’t help but stare at his beauty, wondering how a girl like you could get this lucky. It was hard for you to wrap your head around it.

The luggage you were carrying fell with a light thud as you walked to Seb, dusting off the snow from his shoulders and giving him a quick peck on his cold lips before you opened his coat and hugged his torso, hiding your arms in his outwear to warm yourself as his arms snuck around your back to bring you closer.

“No,” you mumbled against his chest, “there wasn’t a snowstorm in ages, so…”

→ The next day ←

The living room was filled with a scent of cinnamon and apple, quiet Christmas carols playing in the background as you sat on the couch clad in the red pyjamas with small reindeers all over the pants, leaning against Sebastian as you sipped the hot chocolate, looking at all the flames dancing with each other in the fireplace.

His hand was placed on your tummy underneath your shirt, his soft touch drawing small circles on your skin, raising goosebumps all over your body.

“Remember when you said there wasn’t a snowstorm in ages?” he whispered in your ear before kissing your earlobe.

Both of you looked at the big window, which almost created a glass wall. Everything outside was white, snowflakes falling from the sky, created another layer of snow blanket on the doorstep.

Seb was already outside twice today to shovel the driveway a little so it was possible for you to go from the house to the garage in case you needed to drive away. Unfortunately, with how much snow was coming, it was impossible to drive and none of you wanted to risk it.

It was close to five pm when it started to be dark outside. Seb and you stayed cuddled whole day, he occasionally going to get rid of the snow in the driveway or making you something hot to keep you warm as both of you relaxed and slept through most of the morning and afternoon.

Your husband stopped drawing circles on your skin and gently laid your half-conscious body on the couch, letting you sleep as he rose to put a few logs into the fireplace to keep the room warm. Then, he went to put on his coat, taking the shovel from the corner.

“And where do you think you’re going?”  you mumbled against the pillow, opening your eyes to see Sebastian dressed in his black coat, hand already on the handle.

“To go shovel the driveway again or fall on my ass…gravity will decide,” he smiled at you, showing a bright set of teeth.

“You forgot something,” your voice filled the quiet pause as you rubbed your eyes, looking at your man who immediately walked over to you, bending over and pecking your lips.

“You call this a kiss?”

He couldn’t help but laugh a little at you, lying there underneath a thick blanket, your left ring finger decorated with a small but beautiful silver ring with a small diamond in the middle. Sebastian couldn’t wish for someone other than you, a woman who would do anything for him as he would die for you too. He still didn’t believe how lucky he got with you, to have you by his side, supporting him, loving him.

His lips were warm against yours, but his hand felt cold against your cheek as he cupped your face, your lips melting into each other’s as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, a small moan escaping you as he explored your mouth, your tongues dancing with each other in a passionate dance.

As he pulled away, your mouth chasing his as he stood back up but not before giving you another quick peck on lips.

“That’s what I call a kiss,” you mumbled and smiled, looking up at his tall figure towering over you.

His cheeks became pink with your compliment as he smiled at you, turning around to go shovel the driveway before it was too dark.

It took you not even three minutes before you heard a thud, then shouting and after a few seconds, Sebastian barged back inside, his whole back covered in snow as he took his coat off, running his hands through his hair to get rid of snow there.

A laugh escaped your lips as you watch him. He instantly looked at you, a small crease between his eyebrows.

“Did you know it was drizzling overnight? It’s like an ice rink outside.”

“I know.”

You watched him go over to you, taking the blanket away so he could sit down. He took your ankles and brought your legs over his thighs, massaging your feet covered in thick socks your grandma knitted you.

“And you didn’t care to stop me?” he looked at you, mischief evident in his eyes as they ran over your face with a small grin on his bearded face, “y’know I’ll want something as a reward for busting my ass out there, right?”

As he said the last sentence, his whole body hovered over yours as he kissed your neck quickly, his left hand grabbing your hip underneath the blanket as his right hand secured his weight.

“No,” you signed, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin, “wanted to see how good you were at skating.”

“Y’know,” he mumbled between kisses as his head dipped lower, now kissing your collarbones, “I don’t skate at all.”

“Yeah,” a small moan erupted from your lips as he gently bit at your exposed skin, his hand sliding underneath your pyjama shirt, resting on your ribcage.

“I’m gonna need something to calm me down now, my ego is bruised,” Seb said between kissing and nibbling your skin to which you couldn’t hold yourself anymore, this time much louder moan escaping your lips as you tangled in his fluffy hair, allowing him to take you right there on the couch in front of the fireplace in a wooden house in the middle of nowhere with Christmas music in the background.

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[daddysfangirls-marvel]

She wasn’t going to jump

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Pairing: Tony Stark x teen! reader, Peter Parker x reader

Warning: fluff, abuse, drugs,

Summary: Tony finds a girl on the bridge. She doesn’t want to die but how close to the edge she was he didn’t know that. He takes her to the tower and give her and internship. Everything seems to be going well until he finds her at the bridge again but she isn’t going to jump.

She stood on the edge of the bridge looking down into the water. She didn’t want to die no she wanted to fly she wasn’t going to jump she was going to let the wind pull her up and make her fly. Oh, she loved this feeling it felt so unreal.

“Hey kid, what are you doing?” someone had to ruin her fun “I’m minding my own business. You should try it”  she sassed she was really bold today.

“Well if you Jump and die I’ll be the last to see you and it will be my business. What’s your name?” This man was really was going to let you go. It was raining why wouldn’t this man leave her alone.” alright, I’m Tony Stark “

“(y/n) (l/n). Now go away Mr. Stark”

“are you going to jump if I leave?”

“No. I ... I just like to feel this breeze” 

“what breeze it’s raining” 

“what do you want?” he was annoying her she just wanted to be left alone.

“I want you to step over the rail and look at me. Standing over there you’re scaring me.” 

(y/n) took a deep breath and stepped over the rail. Anything to get rid of this man. He wasn’t going away. After she stepped over the rail Tony took her hand and pulled her further into the road. He wasn’t going away until he knew what was wrong and she was okay.

She wanted to be left alone left in the breeze or rain before he found her and killed her she wanted peace before death.

“What’s wrong?” 

“why do you care? shouldn’t you be off  fighting terrorist saving the world.”  She said sarcastically

“ yeah, but right now I’m busy saving what appears to be a teenage girl. It’s raining let’s go” Tony pulled her into his car in the moment he didn’t that he was ruining his seats, Later he would complain. He turned on the lights and seat warmers. She had her hoodie up covering face Tony pulled it back and she looked out the window. “I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong”

“I don’t want help”

“but you need it” Tony took her chin between his fingers and turned her to look at him. He sighed. Her face was dripping in the rain and blood her lip was broke a cut eye, and the nose was broken. He suspected she had more damage under her hoodie. “I’ve got a friend who can patch you up. His name is Bruce.”

“Doctor Bruce Banner Gamma radiation expert turns green when angry” 

“yep that’s him”

“I’ve read his research. Smart man”

They did say anything as Tony drove to the tower. It was around 2 am so everyone would be asleep unfortunately he has to wake Bruce. On the way to the tower (y/n) had fallen asleep. Tony carried her inside. “Friday, wake up Bruce and tell him to meet me in the infirmary.

“It’s 3 in the morning to Tony in the world-” Bruce stopped talking once he noticed the bleeding girl on the table. “what happen to her?”

“I don’t know I found her on the edge of a bridge. She says she wasn’t going to jump but I didn’t trust how close she was to the edge. I think you got beat or something”

“really what gave it away the black eye or busted lip”

“No time for sarcasm Bruce”

Bruce quickly went to work on her. He stitched the cuts on her face and then removed her jacket to find more cuts on her shoulder and bruises littering her body. He stitched her and cleaned her all up without her waking up. Even in fixed her nose without her waking up.

“she’s either really tired or in a coma,” Tony said once her nose was reset 

“or she has really high pain tolerance.” 

Tony rolled his eyes. After making sure she was okay they carried her to a spare room and left her there until morning. 

“Friday, let me know when she wakes up”

“of course Sir”

- 

Morning came and (y/n) woke with a startle. She found herself in a strangers bed took a moment for her memory to come back and for her to realize she was in Tony Stark’s bed. She felt her face for the cuts from last night and found bandages. 

(y/n) tiptoed out of bed and down the hall she found an elevator and happily got on to escape. But before she could actually press a button the elevator began to move and stopped on some floor. The door wouldn’t close so she was forced to get off on this floor.

“Yo kid you want some eggs” Tony shouted from down the hall. (y/n) followed the voice and found a dining room full of Avengers. She awkwardly waved at everyone who was sitting at the table “scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes” Tony came from the kitchen and put a plate down next to Bruce “ well aren’t you going to eat I promise it’s good” Tony said. (y/n) took a seat in front the food.

“Don’t eat it you’ll get food poisoning” The amazing Hawkeye whispered across the table.

“don’t listen to him it’s okay. I mean Steve’s pancakes are better but-” 

“Now you listen here, Romanoff. Stop telling this girl I’m trying to poison her. She’ll tell her parents or worse the press.” Everyone laughed.

“I’m Steve, those two are Clint and Natasha, the two bickering over there are Sam and Bucky”

“The pretty lady with an accent is Wanda, Redman reading newspaper Vision, Blondie stuffing his face Thor, The nice fellow next to you is Bruce he patched you up last night , And you already know who I am” Tony said finished for Steve “Everybody this is my new Stray (y/n) (l/n)”

“are you going to keep her, “ Bucky asked 

“....maybe”.

(y/n) stopped listening to the conversions around her and was busy stuffing her face with food. She probably didn’t look like she had manners but she didn’t care. It had been three days since her last meal and that was just a bowl of cereal. She hadn’t actually had a cooked meal since she was 8 years old by her grandmother. Now as she finished she wished she had savored the meal.

Looking up she noticed everyone looked at her. Just as she thought her manners flew out the window. “Sorry missed dinner and lunch yesterday so I was a bit hungry.” she wiped her mouth and looked down.

“no, no it’s okay. We’ve seen Thor do worse” Clint said “do you want seconds”

yes

“no, no thank you”.

Tony pulled out his phone “so (y/n) (l/n) you are 16 in Sophomore at Midtown High Straight A’s, Advance Placement, 3.9 GPA, and two after schools jobs. Do you know Peter Parker?” 

“I- I know him never talked to him” 

“well, he’s my intern My only intern but not anymore. You’re smart and now my second intern. Congratulations.” 

“what?????” 

-

After that (y/n) began Tony’s second intern, and probably his only intern to do actual work pertaining to the job. (y/n) met Peter soon after and the two became instant friends not long after she found out he was Spider-Man. She got comfortable in the tower and never wanted to leave, literally Tony actually made (y/n) her own room for her to sleep over.

Though the team never said anything they knew something was up at home. After the first night, she never had scars on her face again but she always wore longs selves and flinched from touch she never wanted to go home and stayed away as long as she possibly could.

Peter was probably the only one who she did not flinch from, then again he was her boyfriend.

No one ever asked what happen to her the first not and she didn’t tell. She was comfortable and seemed safe in the moment they did care about the past. But they should have.

-

“I’m sorry I’m sorry” (y/n) cried as she pushed the bathroom door closed trying to keep her Father out. 

“Kick that bitches ass. That little slut.” Her mother said from the couch as she shot up another needle in her veins. Her father kicked the door in causing (y/n) to fall back and hit the sink counter. 

“no, no, no” she cried as he dragged her out by her foot he dragged her into the living room and poured a beer on her “Want to be a little whore bitches then that’s how you’ll get treated like one” he kicked her in the stomach and stomped on her head. All this because he found the text messages from Peter.

He heard her phone go off the thing he never gave her a phone. When he found it he was going to go off about that but then he saw the texts from Peter and decided to beat her for that instead. He just needed a reason to beat her and thing will do.

“Baby, baby, Leave the whore alone come with me” 

(y/n) curled herself on the floor as her parent when off to the bed probably to Fuck then get high. (y/n) uncurled herself grabbed her phone and limped to the door. The streets were empty. She limped all the way to the Subway and to her bridge. The bridge where she met Tony.

She crawled over the rail and hung there in the breeze. She wasn’t going to jump she was just breathing and feeling the breeze. She wanted to fly so badly and this was as close as she could get. The feeling was so unreal she loved it.

“(y/n)... what are you doing?” she turned around to find Peter or Spider-Man behind her “Baby, please don’t do this”

“Don’t do what?” she asked then heard the thrusters on Tony’s iron suit.

“I have a tracker on your phone. It gives me an alert when you’re somewhere you shouldn’t be. And this is defiantly somewhere you shouldn’t be” Tony said stepping out of his suit “How come every time we met here you’re hurt “

(y/n) reached up and felt the blood dripping down her head. “oh” she said then climbed back over the rail. Peter immediately pulled her into his arms and cried “what were you thinking what were you doing?” 

“I wanted to know what it felt like to fly. I wasn’t going to jump just breathe” 

“(y/n) ... you’re bleeding what happened?” Tony asked. she sighed she was going to have to tell them one way or another.

“Um... My dad” she hugged Peter tight “The first night I had stepped on his drugs ruining him he beat me really bad I was passed out for a day he locked me in the basement. But I broke out and... I broke his legs and ran away. When I came back he didn’t remember what happened I told him he fell.”

“what happen tonight”

“He ..um... he - he found my phone and saw the texts from Peter. He got really mad and chased me through the house throwing things. He poured alcohol on me and beat me. I ran away when he was ...distracted. And can here to breath. I always come here to breathe.”

“Baby, why didn’t you tell us sooner we could have helped we could have done something” Peter began to ramble on and on about how he or someone else could have help. (y/n) pulled up his mask and kissed him to shut him up.

“I’m sorry will you help me now” 

“of course, Let get doctor Banner to patch you up.” Peter kissed her and pulled his mask down “you said you wanted to fly didn’t you”.

As Tony took off Peter spun a web and attached to Tony’s suit “ Then Lets fly”

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19. Part 2

“I miss you too, are you going out or staying in?” I said speaking to Robyn, I am just getting out of bed “well I am just going out with some of the team, just a little get together. Is Mel there? Did you not see the pictures? There is a picture on Instagram and some stupid page and Daily fucking Mail made out you was meeting another woman, there is pictures of you hugging Mel. I was so angry, I commented saying that is my best friend dumb ass” laughing out a loud “they stupid as fuck, I ain’t even get to catch up with that. We went to the studio, Mel came along and she is now. I think making food, seeing as you are there” I said in annoyance “you know I had to come here, I just needed to get away from the home” sighing out “yeah but you left me here, we had things to talk about. Listen, I don’t want to argue just have a good night” we are in different countries and anything could happen “I just need to free my mind Chris, didn’t you want this?” Robyn questioned “I want you happy but I can’t do that can I, I love you Robyn just be good” let me get off this phone “I love you too Chris, believe me when I say that I miss you” licking my lips breathing out, I miss Robyn so much and she didn’t need to go. I have so much to say to her “are you going to put this phone down first?” Robyn said in a whisper “who put the phone down first last night? You need to do it first this time” Robyn sighed out “fine, I miss your face. Bye” the phone disconnected, things can be so difficult.

Mel is staying over at the crib and honestly I enjoy the company she is cool people’s, we get on and she cooks. We just been chilling, went to the studio and she heard my new album which I am blessed that she loves. I think I am ready to release it now but I need to go London first “morning” Mel said smiling at me “I made pancakes and you came down just in time” watching Mel hold the two plates “I was going to knock on your bedroom door but I heard you was talking so I started making food” puling the dining table chair back “yeah, Robyn is just I don’t know but thank you for this. You didn’t have too, also I wanted to ask” shuffling the chair in “you are staying in LA right?” pouring the OJ out of the bottle “yeah I am” placing the bottle down “you can stay here, I will tell you all the codes. Stay here” this looks so nice “awww but no, I can’t. I am staying at Jen’ for a while” picking up the knife and fork “but I want you too” I am trying to be a good friend here.

Mel can cook, these women from Barbados can cook “are you nervous about seeing Mijo? He will be coming soon” sitting back on the chair “kind of but I expect the worst so it’s ok, he is going to say get rid of the baby but I am not doing it Chris. I don’t want money from him, I am just letting him know” she shrugged “yeah, I am just thinking. Once I know what Robyn is like, if I can control her with what she is like. I will say it, unless you want too?” I pointed at Mel “honestly, I am more scared to tell my best friend, she is going to be angry, hurt, upset. I feel so sad for her because she was waiting for the perfect man, no disrespect to you Chris but you took your time. You took so long and her time was going, she waited and waited. I goes to her Adam will do anything for you, try for a baby but she wouldn’t. I think deep down she knew she wouldn’t be with him long enough, for someone to have everything. Robyn feels she missed the blessing, remember what I said to you. Emotions, don’t shy away from it. Don’t bury it, don’t let Rihanna fool you. You both need to cry it out, she may be numb to the situation but when you are there she will break very slowly” I need to remember this.

Watching John Wick, I have seen this movie but Mel has never seen it and I can’t beileve she hasn’t. Looking over at Mel “what are those!” she spat, looking down at my feet “this nigga is wearing Rihanna’ slides, look at those toes” busting out laughing hiding behind the pillow “ok, I am done” she ain’t shit “why are you airing me out for?” moving the pillow back and she is still recording me, throwing the pillow and it hit the phone out of her hand “negro, I am posting this now. Those pink slides suit you” resting my head back smiling “I can barely fit my foot in it, and they was just there so I wore them, and now you are laughing at me” hearing the buzzer go off “you won’t be smiling now” she threw the pillow back to me as I got up from the couch, kicking Robyn’ slides off of my feet “look at this” Mel laughed turning her phone to me, she legit posted it “In nothing but your slides on, Chris Brown loving his pink slides” I read the caption out loud “I got you, I swear” I pointed at Mel shaking my head at her, I was so calm and she ruined it for nothing “you been recording me all that time and laughing” I didn’t even notice that shit at all.

Dapping Mijo “good coming out bro” pushing the door close “well I was gong to take Maleah to ballet but you said you needed me to come, if this is something stupid” pressing my home button on my phone, my bodyguards will be here soon. I need to leave for London “yeah well I don’t have much time” making my way to the living area “Mel, Mijo. Mijo, Mel. Say hi friends” walking around the couch “Hi Mel” Mijo said “hi, Barry” sitting down on the couch, Mijo sat across from Mel “who was wearing the slides? Rihanna here?” shaking my head “she is in London still, Mel is here though. I am not going to just sit here and pretend like shit is cool so Mel, I don’t have the time to just sit here. I need to pack for London” I don’t want to be sat here and we all talking about random shit “I am pregnant” my eyes bulged out, see I didn’t think she would have just blurted it out. I think it would have been nice with a little introduction “Rihanna pregnant?” Mijo said, dragging my eyes up to Mijo “no homie, she is not pregnant but Mel is and clearly your fat ass is the father. I fucking told you nigga, I fucking said to you stop fucking with her. She is family” I am so angry at Mijo, he kept going back too.

Mijo is not saying a word “least you got four kids now, more then what I got. Congratulations” I want this over with “it’s not even mine” Mijo said, he really got the nerve to say it “yeah you right, it’s the fucking ghost I had sex with in that hotel room. Mijo it is yours but I don’t care, I don’t want your money and I don’t even want you, I will raise this baby on my own. I am actually very happy, you gave my life a new meaning” putting my head down, I wish Robyn was pregnant. Mel is so full of life, she really has a new meaning of life “nah, I can’t even beileve this. This is bullshit, no fucking way you are pregnant” Mijo pointed “new record for you bro, two women” Mijo rubbed his hands together “you can’t even get one pregnant” Mijo said aloud, he stared at me in shock like he wasn’t supposed to say those words “that was low you piece shit nigga” Mel spat, clenching my fist but he is not worth it “you sticking up for her, I didn’t mean it” I am not going to fight him “bye Mijo, get out of my crib. You disrespected me and my wife and the baby she lost” my voice broke “your life is in shambles, this is on you. Fuck you…. Bro” I can’t believe he would say that shit, like why would you even say that.

I dropped Mel off with Jen, I am still upset about what Mijo said. He is supposed to be my brother and he said that, I feel so disrespected. I am way more then hurt, I couldn’t even hit him because he shocked me. I am hoping to have a nice ass sleep before I get to London. Mel is going to let me know where Robyn will be so I can just meet my wife, resting my head back on the seat “you look stressed as fuck” Cass said across me “more upset then anything, can’t even trust your own family” pulling my hood over my head, I still need to figure out how to talk about it. Maybe I should bring up the subject, I will start the conversation off and then hopefully it will start something. My phone started ringing on the table, looking over at the caller I.D but it is Robyn. Crossing my arms across my chest resting my head back, let me sleep for a while before we get there.

I feel like shit right now, it’s morning here but yet it was just turning night in LA. I hate this time difference shit, Mel has done her deed though. Robyn is in a meeting with her peers but this meeting is with Harvey Nichols, I never know what she is doing. Maybe it’s clothes, or maybe it is make up, I have no idea “it’s this the place” I pointed at the building, the car came to a halt outside “yes it is” there is a bunch of fans here “alright, pay him” I said to Cass “also I need to leave my stuff in this car, can you stay around until I come back? I will pay” the white guy turned in his seat “I will do as you please” Cass got out of the front seat “thank you, I will be keeping Frank behind. You can sit in the car” I won’t be leaving my things just here, I have thousands of dollars worth of jewellery in that trunk. Cass opened my car door, getting out of the car “oh my god, it’s Chris fucking Brown” the fans screamed, Cass placed his arm on my shoulder as we walked, waving at the fans as I walked by.

The receptionist stared at me all wide eyed “Mr Brown” she looks speechless “yeah, I come to see my wife, which room?” she got up from the chair “erm, I must let them know” she said “uh no, just tell me the room. That is my wife so I can go in there, I will say you was on a break. Just tell me” she smiled at me “I am such a big fan oh god, if you go down the hall. Pass every room and the end room she is there” smiling at the white lady “thank you” staring at her name tag “Lauren, I will take a picture with you when I come back” she is blushing mad hard, walking by her “stay here” I can’t take his big ass with me, I know her team won’t be happy. I always side track Robyn but I don’t care, staring into every room as I walked by them all. Seeing the last room , she will be in there. Taking in a deep breath pushing the door open, the chatter of people quietened so quick. Staring at the people’ face and then noticing Yusef “Chris” Robyn spat all shocked getting up from her seat, pushing her seat back “Oh my god, what are you doing here? I mean what” she I said half shocked, walking over to me “I came for you” Robyn is in total shock “talk amongst yourselves” Robyn said before looking at me “I am in shock” placing my hands over her cheeks, lowering my head and pressing a kiss to her lips “I missed you” moving my hands “come in, sit with me. Help me make decisions” Robyn grabbed my wrist pulling me in, Robyn’ photographer smiled at me, this is so awkward for me.

I have no idea what is happening, I am just going to sit back and agree “I want a section in the store just for my make up, I am giving Harvey Nichols exclusives. Nobody else will have it” catching Jay Brown looking at me but he turned his head away “I have bought testers for you all” I have missed my wife so much, Robyn looked to me “so good to see you” she said in a whisper “same, I am so tired. I don’t even know where I am” Robyn touched my leg “I am nearly done” placing my hand over Robyn’ “what do you think?” Jay Brown asked them “what you should be saying is when will you sign the contract, you telling me Rihanna’ name does not sell? If you don’t wish to have it then I know Selfridges will, ain’t this what y’all want? Sales, she gave you the testers now ask her to sign the contract with the section in the store she wants” the executives stared at me in shock “Robyn has a meeting with Selfridges next so she will be in touh with you” I am selling my wife, getting up from the seat. Robyn looked up at me “yes I do have a meeting with Selfridges” Robyn agreed, I don’t know if she has but it’s a damn lie I think. I am bored of hearing this back and forth shit, it’s so tedious “no, we want it. I accept it. We will give the section and everything you want” smiling down at Robyn “under one condition, exclusive lipsticks just for us? We want them made just for Harvey stores” Robyn nodded her head “I agree” I am glad that lie worked.

I can tell they have been having long nights here, drinking too “don’t your ex live down the road from this hotel” Robyn picked up the empty wine glass from the side of her bed “he does, my ex. Which is in the past” pressing my hair down “so is everyone sharing this room? Well the top floor?” following Robyn to the kitchen area “yes we are, so anyways. What is this? Why are you here? Mel lied to me, she told you” nodding my head “she did” don’t shy away from it, I think I should just say it “I came to support you, to hug you” Robyn placed the wine glass down on the side “I was coming back home” she said lowly “was you? I feel you hate me, don’t speak. Let me just speak on this. You left for London and it was my bad for letting you go and let you leave, you looked at me and cried. You didn’t let me hold you or even speak to you, you saying I don’t get upset about this shit but I do. Just because I am a man not going through or don’t mean I do not care. Ok I didn’t want a child because I didn’t know about life, I didn’t know what was happening about us. I am scared to be a father, no doubt about it I was. I promise you now I wanted you to be pregnant more than ever, when I saw they was negative I was hurting but we just deal with it differently. And when you said about the termination I don’t really speak on such things but I will admit that it was wrong but we was so young, I do think about it. I think how that child would be what ten going on eleven but you see the shit that happened between us, it was no time to bring a child into that. We are ready now but you need forgive yourself” Robyn shook her head rubbing her arm with her hand sobbing out “I can’t” walking over to Robyn.

Grabbing a hold of Robyn’ hands “baby, this was all of our decision not just yours. I am to blame too and I am so sorry for what I said about Mijo, I am so sorry for letting you down when you was waiting for me all that time. I am so sorry I didn’t show you how much I am hurt, you didn’t just lose a child but so did I. We both terminated that baby and we both lost another baby” Robyn moved her hands away from my hands and fell into my arms crying “this hurts so much” Robyn cried out, holding Robyn close closing my eyes as tears fell from my eyes. I didn’t hold her like I should have, I didn’t show emotion to her “I am hurting too Robyn, I promise you that I will do everything we can. It won’t bring back little MaxPower” that just came to mind, I did actually name that child. Robyn laughed but then sniffled “you was so stupid, we was happy but then the adults got involved and then we realised we would be stuck but I wish we was. I told you I was pregnant and you took is so well and called it MaxPower, but then the very same night you went to the club. You wasn’t around for the termination, I was so alone but I got over it. I went on tour, and that was it” wiping my face with my hand “I was stupid, the child would have been stuck with two childish parents. I wasn’t ready but I promise you Robyn when I lay there I do think of it. I don’t say shit because that is me. You my wife, I want you to carry my seed. My future king or queen. I want that so I don’t want you to think I am heartless because I am not and I don’t want you to be blaming yourself, listen to me when I say this” placing my hands on her shoulders “this was never your fault, we did it together. We going to heal together, I am staying here for you” hugging Robyn.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfiction

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Hunters Don’t Cry: Part 2

Pairings: Dean x Reader x BestFriend Sam

Summary: If you have not read the first part, Click Here

Things are really starting to come to a head but can the reader keep her temper under control or is going to ruin the bond she has with Dean forever..

Word Count: 1,700ish

Author's note: Thank you guys for actually liking this story. It means so much to me. I promise to try and correct my grammar before posting. Run on sentences are my thing. I do want to clear up the time line a little bit though. So the reader left after John died, for two years. They came back and it is now three years after her return. I hope that you guys enjoy the next few parts. xx

P.S: Anything in italics is a flash back

"We are pregnant." I look in the mirror, holding the five positive tests. "I'm pregnant. Dean you're going to be a dad. We are having a mini hunter. Dean, I'm pregnant." Everything I practiced did not feel right. I can't tell him. We have too much going on to have a child.

"(Y/N), are you okay in there?" Sam knocked on the bathroom door. "Dean is heading out to the bar, you ready?"

"I'm fine. Tell him to go without me, I'm not feeling good." I startled trying to hide the tests and hold the morning sickness back. Okay, I couldn't hold it back.

"(Y/N), open the door. I can hear you throwing up." Sam tried to open the locked door handle but it wasn't going to budge.

"Go away, Sam. Leave me alone." I groaned as I was now sitting on the dirty motel floor, throwing up everything in my system.

"I'm coming in." Sam busted through the door and looked at me. He looked at the pregnancy tests. He looked back at me in shock. "Holy shit."

"I know. Fuck me right." With that being said my head was back in the toilet and Sam was holding my hair.

"You have to tell him."

"No shit." I snapped. I don't know if it was because I'm hormonal, scared, or pissed.

"Hey, we got this." He was trying to be soothing but it was not helping.

"No we don't, Sammy. We don't have this. We are fighting off demons left and right. We almost lost Dean, John is gone, we are teaming up with freaking demons and I'm pregnant. We don't have this, we can't. I need a beer and some Tylenol but I can't because I'm pregnant.

Sam chuckled a little but stayed there with me until I was ready to get up. He held my hair back while I regretted every extra French fry I ate for lunch.

I walked into the kitchen the next morning, sore and my eyes almost swollen shut from crying all night. I sat down at the table, on the opposite end from Dean and her. The moment I sat down, he got up. He took the paper and his coffee and left the room. She looked at me, scoffed and followed him like a lost puppy. I looked back at my coffee, already crying.

"Here, you have to eat something." Sam said as he sat the plate of eggs and bacon from the local diner in front of me.

"I can't. I can barely drink this coffee, I can't eat that." I pushed it back to him. I knew he was trying his hardest but I wish he would stop.

"He's just hurt. If you told him the truth, all this would go away. It would be okay."

"Sammy, no it wouldn't. How can I tell Dean I've kept a secret for five years? It would destroy him, more than it is now. It's better this way."

"God dammit, (Y/N). Tell him the truth or I will."

"No you won't. You know the repercussions if Dean knew the truth."

"The truth?" I heard her voice walk into the run down kitchen with their coffee cups. "You mean our big bad little hunter is keeping a secret." She taunted and looked at me with her bitch-ass smirk.

"Shut the fuck up and go screw something." I couldn't stand her. I couldn't stand her five years ago and I couldn't stand her now.

"Too late, I already am. All day and all night."

"Please explain something to me, Sam. Of all the stray dogs you brought home, Dean never let us keep one. But he brings home some waste of space, bar whore, named Tiffany and we have to keep her." I cocked my head to the side. I watched her grip tighten on the mug. Before I knew it I was dodging the coffee mug that is shattered into a thousand pieces behind me.

"I might be some bar whore but at least I didn't murder my unborn child."

Her hair was wrapped around my hands as I drug her to the floor. I felt the adrenaline pulsing though my veins. My heart was racing as I punched her over and over. She was screaming for Dean. Sam was trying to pull me off of her, but even though he was a skyscraper and built like a brick ship house, I was just as strong. She ripped at a hole in my shirt, exposing the fresh stitches. Her manicured claws ripped at my side, ripping them out, but I didn't care. She was still screaming and I was still throwing punches. Sam had left the room to get Dean, like that was going to help.

I heard them both saying our names, telling us to stop. His arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me off of her. She was crying and was going to need a nose job by the time it healed. She was shouting and calling me crazy but she sounded far away in the distance as Dean carried me out of the room. Sam followed, leaving her alone. I didn't fight him, I was finished. He dropped me on the mothball filled couch and looked at me. "What the actual fuck, (Y/N)?!" He was screaming, he was upset and it was because of me.

"Just leave me alone, Dean."  I tried to get up but with one hand, he pushed me back down. Hard enough to make me sit but gentle enough to not hurt me.

"No. You're not going to treat me the way you do and then beat the shit out of my girlfriend. Who now needs to go to a fucking hospital because you can't control your crazy."

"My crazy? I'm crazy? That's fucking great."

"You left out of the blue for two years. You sent us a text every once in a while. You come back and you won't even look at me. God damn you were the love of my life and for some reason you didn't love me back."

"I didn't love you back?! Everything I did was for you Dean. Every choice was for you."

"No it wasn't. It was because you were selfish and inconsiderate." He was sitting across from me in another mothball filled chair. We were arguing but luckily it wasn't screaming.

"(Y/N), please. Just tell him the truth." Sam was in the corner. He wanted this to be over, hell I did too. "It's been four years."

"No.." I chose because he made me. I did everything for him but saying I didn't love him was the last straw.

"What truth?" He looked at both of us worried.

"Don't worry about it. We have shit to do today, let's forget about this and move on." I stated.

"No, we are not moving on. This is not normal. What ever the fucking truth is, someone for fucks sake, someone tell me."

"I can't."

"You can't or you won't? See here's the thing, I can't deal with this one sided female bullshit. I'm over it. So tell me the "truth" or leave. For good. I don't want to see you, ever again."

"I'll pack my bags then." I got up from the couch and started to walk out of the room.

"(Y/N) never had the abortion." Sam chimed in. Dean looked at both of us with his eyes wide open.

"Sammy, please don't." I cried for him not to. He looked at me, he knew I trusted him. He promised not to tell.

"You mean... I'm a dad?" Dean never cried but I could see him tearing up. "(Y/N), is this true? We have a kid?"

"Dean, we have twins." My secret was out and it did not feel any better.

"Holy shit." Tiffany stated, standing by the door listening.

Holy shit was right. If I thought shit was complicated now, add two four year olds.

"Dean I'm pregnant." I said, as I sat beside him on our shared bed. He was researching for a case, Sam had gone out for the night and it was just us. This was the right time. It was private, just us, like we always liked it.

"(Y/N), baby, you have to work on your jokes." He glanced at me and back at his computer.

"I'm not joking. I've taken five different tests and I can't even smell a cheeseburger without needing to throw up." I had his attention, he didn't look happy either.

"Are you serious?"

"I am, Dean. We're pregnant." I tried to involve him. I wanted this to work. Our own little family

"How could you be so careless?" He was in shock but that was not my expected reaction.

"What?" I was confused. I was expecting him to be shocked but I was also expecting him to be somewhat excited.

"We clearly can't have a child (Y/N). We have no family to watch it. We can't quit our jobs. You need to get rid of it." He was mad and I was fucked.

"Dean, this is not one of Sam's pets he tries to keep. This is an actual human."

"It's a fetus and you need to get rid of it. I'm not discussing this anymore. You're on the pill, you should not be pregnant."

I was completely broken by his reaction. I thought he would at least be somewhat happy. Was it an accident, yes. But he.. he was amazing with kids. He is meant to be a father.

"The pill is not 100% effective, Dean. You don't like condoms. We are both at fault here."

"Don't you dare blame this on me." He closed his laptop and got up from the bed. "I'm going to the bar. Keep it but know if you do, you will not be staying with us. So get rid of it or find a new family." He put his jacket on and started to to walk out the door.

"I thought you loved me, Dean?" I was crying hysterically. If it wasn't for the hormones, I would be able to actually keep my composure.

"I'm not discussing this anymore." He slammed the door behind and and Baby's engine roared shortly after. The only noise in that room was the leaking faucet and my sobs.

Hunters do cry... they cry a lot.

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Kindred hunters

Summary: Jody, Donna and Female Reader go on a hunt together.

Word Count: 3022 Warnings: Vampires, light cussing, very fluffy, lesbian relationship

It was about 8 am on a Friday, you were waiting to meet up with Jody Mills and her other hunter friend, Donna. You had gotten in the night before and stayed across the street at some little hotel. The Sioux Falls diner you were at was busy with folks coming in and out. You were early for the meet, hell, you were always early. It gave you the necessary time to relax your mind before hitting the road. Your thoughts wandered to the first time you met Jody at a Hunter’s gathering, Asa, introduced you. May he rest in peace. You knew you were kindred in an instant, you were both law enforcement, hunters and supernatural shit had touched your lives. The two of you had been on a number of hunts together in the past year. You had heard of Donna from Jody and her girls but never met her. You were pretty sure that she was going to be awesome too, but you were almost jealous of her, she had known Jody longer and maybe had formed a better bond. You tried to clear your mind, that’s just stupid high school girl shit, you needed to shut that out of your head.

You heard the waitress say, “Good morning Sheriff!” Your​ attention was immediately turned to the door, when you saw Jody and a beautiful, fair skinned blonde walking towards you. You stood up, and gave Jody a hug, “Long time, stranger!” You joked. Before Jody could introduce you, the blonde was embracing you, “This is my friend, Donna, Donna Hanscum, that I have told you about.“ Jody told you as you got one of the most akward but best hugs ever. Donna smelled clean and a hint of vanilla lingered, her long blonde hair grazed over your face as the two of you hugged just a little too long for a first meeting. The patrons starting to notice you all, so you pulled out of the tight hold you had on each other, “Oh (Y/N), I have heard so much about you, I just know we’re going to be sisters too!” Donna sweetly said in a Minnesotan​ accent. “I couldn’t agree more.” You replied. Like that all the jealousy went away. The three of you sat down at the booth you were at. You made small talk, Jody filled you in on how the girls were doing. Everyone ordered some breakfast and just enjoyed discussing police work with other women. The waitress, knew Jody well, and asked who we were and what we were doing with her. “Well these are my good friends, they are also officers,” both Donna and you pulled out your badges, it was habit, “and we are going to have a girls weekend.” Jody explained. “Kathy!“ You said reading the waitress’ name tag, “I am so excited, just to get away. It has been far too long. We are probably just going to drink too much wine and go out dancing, you know.” You elaborated on Jody’s story to make it more believable so that the waitress would leave you alone. Jody shot you a ‘way to go’ look.

You left your car at the hotel, you had already gotten permission from the manager. The three of you, hopped into Jody’s sedan. You sat in the middle of the back seat, optimal for conversing, Donna rode shotgun. You all immediately started talking about this case once all the doors were shut. “So the Winchesters called you?” You asked Jody. “Yeah, they are working with these British Men of Letters.” Jody explained. “I heard they were a bunch of douches.” You responded. “Language!” Donna blurted out. Oh shit, you thought! You are going to have to watch that. You’re like a drunken sailor. “Oh they are! But they have this plan to get rid of all the Vampires from North America.” Jody continued. “And the boys are ok with this? I mean Benny was one of Dean’s best friends and he even saved Sam. Not all vamps are bad.” you inquired. “Well I guess they’re ok with it. All of them may not be bad but most are and that’s probably good enough to them. I for one don’t mind killing me some vamps after what they did to my Alex.” Jody reminded you. “So the intel says that there are about fifteen vamps in the nest.” “You sure we can’t call the Winchester’s?” Donna asked. “They’re working another nest somewhere else. We are on our own.” Jody told us. “Ladies, we got this!” You encouraged. “If we ambush them, we should be in and out in less than an hour.” You all drove away from the diner at about 9:30 am, it was a long drive but Donna was chatty. You didn’t mind, most of the hunters you knew were guys, who didn’t talk unless they were trying to get into your pants. “So how did you know Asa? God rest ‘em.“ Donna asked. “My brother, umm… he was killed by a wendigo a number of years ago.” You told your story. “I am sorry.” Donna gave you her condolences. “Thanks, D! I wasn’t supposed to work Marshall’s case ‘cause he is family. But my unit is small and they needed me. So,… Asa came into my town and tried to BS me with a fake badge. I saw right through him. I flat out asked what was going on. He gave me the whole ‘monsters are real’ talk and we hunted it down and killed the wendigo together. And… that is how I became a hunter.” You told them. The conversation continued until you felt it was ok to ask even more personal questions. “So are you married, Donna?” You asked. “I was, but he left me, because he thought I was loved chocolate cake more than him. He said I was fat.“ “What!?” You interrupted. “You are gorgeous! And no where near fat! What an amazing ass? Sorry I cussed, D” Jody piped up, “That is what I said too.. He was a ‘grade A’ ass!” “You are so much better off without him.” You supportively said. “Well…what about you?” Donna inquired. “You got a man at home?” “Since my brother died, I haven’t had a real serious relationship. Sure, I take a guy home every now and then, they’re easy to catch. But since she-she left.” something caught in your throat, you almost started to cry right there. Shit, don’t do this. Why are opening up so much? You never talk about her. The pain is years old but it is so fresh in your mind. “My-My girlfriend left me when I became a hunter.” Your lip quivered as you spoke, “She didn’t like me being a police officer anyways​ and this was even more dangerous.” You realized at that moment you had never admitted that you were into women to Jody before. She probably just assumed you were straight since she always saw you with were men. “I wish I could just hug you now.” Donna said warmly. You smiled and knew she was just the nicest person. “So you like guys and girls?” She asked you. “Yeah, yeah, I am-am bi.” You cautiously​ said, “I have dated both, and I have definitely slept with more men in my time but my best relationships have always been with women.“ You paused feeling a sort of a little tension. “I am very sorry if that will make us working together weird.” “I don’t think it will be a problem at all.” Donna told you and Jody agreed. They didn’t care as long as you could kick ass. “Ok, so prying eyes want to know. Since you are the youngest and cutest of us, have you ever hooked up with one or both of the Winchester’s?” Jody asked you. You felt like you had just entered in a game of Truth or Dare that no one told you about. “Well I am not the only cute one in this car.“ As you looked at Donna, “The short answer is ‘No!’ but the last hunt we were on, Dean and I were at a bar and he was laying it on thick. I was probably only a shot or two from sayin’ ‘yes’. And don’t get me started on Sam’s cute butt either. But honestly, those two always use me as bait. So, no, no I wouldn’t. It is like I am their personal honey pot.” “That you are!” Donna blurted out. She looked horrified that she said that but you thought it was kinda cute. Both you and Jodes raised eyebrows at each other through the rearview mirror. “Sam has always been a perfect gentleman but I can only imagine that both of them are well equipped, if you know what I mean.” The whole car busted out in laughter.

After a few pit stops, the three of you arrived at an old house. The sun was about to set, you hated daylight savings, you all staked out the place from a safe distance about a mile or two away. “What do you say, we come back tomorrow?” Donna asked while passing the binoculars to you.

You all agreed, the vamps were going to wake up soon. It was best to do it sometime tomorrow morning and get a good night sleep. 

You found a cheap motel and got one room. That night you all had a girl’s night, Jody bought a couple of bottles of wine and you all watched a few rom coms. You even did each other’s make up but and hair. You enjoyed spending time with the finest woman out there. Jody suggested that you guys play rock, paper, scissors. for the pull out couch. Poor Donna lost.

“You can sleep next to me, D. I wont bite… HARD!” You knew it was just the wine talking. She of course just simply smiled, blushing a little and went to the pull out. Jody just shook her head at you acting like a fool.

The next day, the hunt was almost text book. The three of you, covered the exits and crept into the house. You cut heads off of eight vamps before anyone woke up. You had a small tussle with one before Jody sliced her head off. The three of you had each other’s backs. You were in and out within thirty minutes. All vamps were killed, not one got away.

You all went back to the car, Jody called Sam to let him know the three of you were done. You and Donna went to the truck of the car. You wanted to grab a rag from your bag to wipe the vampire blood off your blade. Donna needed a new shirt, hers got covered. One the vamps she killed was a real squirter. She turned her back to you and removed her blue and white plaid flannel over shirt, when she stripped, she had on a white tank top, and you could her black bra showing right​ through it. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, it was curling at the ends. There was no other word but beautiful. Her curves were so soft, she was a ‘Marilyn.’ You started to think how wonderful it would be to grow old with Donna, she probably would understood you more than anyone else ever would. 

Then your eyes locked on to hers, you were so embarrassed, “Oh! I didn’t mean to stare.” You looked away, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear as you smiled. Donna was still a little flushed from the fight but then her whole face went entirely pink, she was blushing, and she was blushing at you. You looked up, wow, was she smiling at you? She was, she was smiling at you. You two were having a moment. Shit, you should kiss those amazing plump lips. She will never make the first move, you will have to man up. Don’t think about it, just do it, Nike! You stepped closer, she didn’t move.

You heard Jody’s voice above your own ramblings in your head. “Ya’ll up to hit another nest today?” She yelled, breaking your moment with Donna.

Donna’s gaze was broken as she exclaimed, “H-E-double hockey sticks yeah!” Damn, She was so fucking adorable. You really needed to teach her how to cuss. Of course you agreed to go on another hunt.

“So get this, about three towns west of here, there are two separate nests. The Winchesters want us to hit one nest, while they hit the other one.” Jody explained.

“How many we lookin’ at?” You asked.

Jody continued, “It should only be about ten this time.”

“Lets do it to it! We are burnin’ day light!” Donna let out.

The drive was only about an hour away, soon the three of you were outside an old abandoned warehouse. Jody called Sam back. The plan was to get a lay of the land and attack in a half an hour. You decided to all enter from the same door, form a circle in case one woke up. The first four were easy slice and dices. Then one went after Donna, your heart raced as you ran to help her. You killed that son of a bitch with one flick of your wrist because no one is hurting your friends. You formed back to your circle and as they attacked the three of you, you all sliced through the rest of them. Overall, everyone walked away safe and the vamps were dead. It was a successful hunt. There were only a couple of bumps and scrapes between all three of you.

Jodes called Sam again, they were also done. He said to meet them at a local bar for celebratory drinks. 

The hugs from the guys were always the best. Sam and Dean introduced you to their Mom. It was weird meeting her. You had heard all about her, drank a lot of beer with Dean over those you lost but now she was back. You wondered how it would be if your brother was back from the dead. 

Sam, Jody and Mary were at the the end of the bar. Dean stole you away to somewhere more personal. He was all over you, asking to get you drinks and touching your face and waist. He had always been into you and you had always liked him in return but your thoughts kept returning to that moment with Donna.

She was over by the jukebox flipping through the songs. You couldn’t help but look at how plump her ass looked in those tight jeans as she bent over. Dean was leaning in and you were focused on her. You excused yourself from Dean and walked over to Donna. 

Your hand snaked around her waist. “so, you wanna dance?” You asked, she just smiled and looked down. You pulled a quarter out of your pocket, “pick something good.”

She took a moment and turned on something​ slow. You grabbed her by a hand and you pulled her close to you. Your hands trailed over her body to her waist. She in kind, gently placed her hands on your waist. She just looked at the ground and smiled a huge toothy grin. She didn’t know how wonderful she was to you.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Sam walk over to Dean, you could tell they were talking about how you had turned Dean down to be with the lovely Donna. Your foreheads pressed together, you couldn’t stop smiling either. The last two days were some the best you had have since you become a hunter. The two of you danced like you were meant to be together. You heard a cat call from some red neck by the pool table for you two to kiss. You didn’t pay him any mind, you pulled Donna’s waist closer​ to yours, your belt buckles touched. She was so comfortable in your arms. You were afraid she would run from her feelings. It had happened before with other women. When the song was over, you whispered, “you are more beautiful than anything I have ever seen.” She blushed again. You could tell that she didn’t know what to do. You took her hand and kissed it gently and the both of you joined the rest of the group at the bar. 

Later in the evening, you walked her outside, Donna confessed, “I have never had feelings for a girl before.” You smiled and kissed her gently, she didn’t pull away, she didn’t run, she kissed you back. The kiss was warm, caring, loving everything that she was.

The rest of the hunters came out of the bar to witness your make out session with Donna against the Impala. Dean swaggered​ over, “If that isn’t the hottest thing I have ever seen. Damn, I have to admit you two look good together!”

Sam made a ‘woot’ noise from a distance.

You and Donna just smiled, your face hurt so much from all the smiling. The last time you were this happy your brother was alive. 

Jody told you that she was going to sleep in the boys room and give you some time alone.

You were so nervous, your hands shook when put the keys in the door. She was nervous too, it was her first time with a woman. The door opened, you both just looked in for a few minutes. You held her hand and looked into her soft blue eyes, “I don’t want you feel uncomfortable, if you don’t want to. I understand. I am not rushing you. We could just talk and hold each other if you want. I am…” you didn’t finish the last part. She knew what you were going to say.

“I want to know what this is.” Donna took the first step in. You closed the door, and that night you made sure that every inch of her body was worshipped. You made sure she knew how much you were falling in love with her. You made all those feelings of inadequacy fade away.

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Day 16- Intervention

Okay so whoever is in charge of keeping me from doing stupid shit is fired. You let me write this while drunk and depressed. FIRED I TELL YOU!

Tomorrow is the last day. Who is ready for the thrilling, less drunk (hopefully), conclusion? ~Raz

Kid Law Killer

Long day ahead?

Two surgeries

Damn

Yea I’ll probably end up crashing here tonight

I have to go to the shop after physical therapy Make sure it hasn’t gone all to hell

Sounds like a great time

The physical therapy or shop?

Both

PT sucks. I feel like a damn child

Well you did almost lose your arm

But I didn’t Damn I wish everyone would stop treating me like I’m incapable of doing shit

Never said you were incapable

Yea, ok

Anyway I have to go now

Whatever

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First surgery is done I’m headed to get some food before the second

I walked out of PT

Because it was over or because you got mad?

Do you even have to ask?

I hate to point out the obvious but they are just trying to help

Yea well I don’t need them babying me every fucking step I can fucking move my arm I can do shit

Yea but if you over do it you will end up back in the hospital Then you will really be treated like a child

I’m going to the shop now

Hope things go better there

Whatever

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It wasn’t blown up I’m going out for drink

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I just finished my second surgery I’m staying over night to monitor incase something goes wrong

Well isn’t that just gr8

It’s rather troublesome I would much rather be in my own bed

I’m sure you would But you signed up for the job

Yes I know

I lost count of how many drinks I’ve had But I’m about to get in a fight Bye

What? What happened?? Kid?!

-missed call- -missed call-

Answer me dammit! To Killer- Are you with your brother?

Yes Well not right now I was but I’m my way to go pick him up from jail

What the hell happened?

He got in a fight He has a short fuse Some guy cheated at pool so he broke a pool stick over his head before shoving his head through a table

Fuck I’m calling my dad

That might be helpful

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They released him to me

My dad just told me Should I even try and talk to him right now?

He’s drunk and pissed off I would advise against it until he sobers up

Alright. I’m going to try and get some sleep Let me know if anything changes

Okay

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How you feeling sunshine?

Like shit What’s it to you?

I was just checking up on you

Yea I heard you got daddy to free me I don’t need your charity

It wasn’t charity

Well what do you call it then?

Me helping out a friend

Whatever I’m going to work

Bye?

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So are you going to tell me your problem or do I have to camp outside your door? Really? Why are you avoiding me? Killer told me you weren’t coming home tonight, going to get in another bar fight?

Fuck you

There we go Now you respond Why aren’t you going home?

Isn’t it obvious? Because you’re camped out there and I’mv avoiding you

Why are you avoiding me

Cuz I don’t want to see you Why does one avoid someone?

For many reasons

Just go home

Not until you come back

You have to work at some point

I’ll come right back

You’re a fucking annoyance

I’ve been called worse

Fuck off

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Are you really going to just sit out there all night?

Until he comes back

He’s not. He’s staying at the shop Come in

Are you sure?

There’s an empty bed

Thanks

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Did he really sleep outside??

No

Then why is his car here?

Cuz he slept here

WTF Why?

Because he was going to sleep outside

You should have sent his ass home!

No you should have came home and faced him

I have nothing to say to him

Stop acting like a little bitch You can’t run from your feelings forever

Feelings? Ha that’s funny

Shut up you big bitch You are acting out because you like him and don’t know how to deal with it

He’s a good fuck That doesn’t mean that all of a sudden I’m in love with him

I never said you were in love with him

Don't’ try and pull that shit on me Get rid of him

Fine

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Kid drove to his complex, checking for any signs of Law before pulling into his parking spot and killing the engine. He sighed, resting his head against the steering wheel. He sighed before yanking his keys out of the ignition, stepping out of his old beat up truck. He was sore from both sleeping on a couch at his shop and the barfight. Sure he had beaten the fuck out of the cheater but that didn’t mean he had walked away unharmed. A bottle had been smashed over his head and a stool over his back. He walked to his apartment, unlocking the door.

“I’m back,” he called out, walking down the hallway to the living room. “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Kid cursed the second he saw both Killer and Law.

“You can’t escape it,” Killer told him, tossing him a bottle of beer.

“You’ve been avoiding me for a week,” Law told him. “If you don’t want anything to do with me you would have told me. So it’s time to talk.”

“I don’t owe you shit,” Kid grumbled, popping the top to the bottle to take a long swig.

“Kid,” Killer stood up. “Stop running already.”

The blond shoved Kid onto the couch, right next to the raven haired doctor.

“Now man the fuck up. Think of this as an intervention. You’ve become too much to fucking live with,” Killer shook his head, leaving the room

“I don’t have shit to say,” Kid pouted, looking anywhere but Law.

“Fine, just listen then,” the doctor told him. “I don’t know what the hell your problem is but I’m not going to keep chasing after you. If you want nothing to do with me then say it and I’ll walk away and not come back. However, I don’t think that’s the case because you are sitting here instead of just throwing me out which means some part of you still wants me around. So what the fuck is your problem? You’ve grown short with everyone, including your brother and you keep walking out of your physical therapy. You say you don’t want to be treated like a child yet you act like one. You can’t have your damn cake and eat it too. So what is it Eustass-ya? Was the sex that bad? You started acting like this after we slept together or is it something else?”

Kid finished off his beer, standing to leave. He walked to the kitchen, grabbing two more bottles before rejoining Law. He tossed one on the couch, taking the chair this time. He popped open his bottle, taking a long sip before looking at the doctor. He had missed the man, that was no lie. His brother was right of course, he was running. He had never been in love and it scared the shit out of him. He didn’t want to fall in love and be left. He had closed himself off at a very young age, only allowing his brother in. Then this stupid doctor shows his handsome face and ruins all his resolutions of never loving anyone. He had been running so he wouldn’t get hurt. Yet, sitting there looking at the doctor, he felt guilty. He could see the pain behind the man’s gorgeous grey eyes and he regretted every second of his behavior. He wanted to take Law in his arms at that moment and just make sweet love to him and tell him how sorry he was.

But that was not the kind of man Eustass Kid was. He was prideful and stubborn. He had told the damn doctor to go home and his stupid brother had conspired with him to trap Kid.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Kid forced a laugh. “The sex was so horrible I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you,” he lied. “I have been avoiding you so I wouldn’t hurt you,” that was a partial truth. “Just leave.”

Kid was sure the man would be so pissed he would just leave. However, the doctor took one look at him and busted into laughter.

“What the fuck is so funny?” Kid growled. “You,” Law gasped out. He took a few deep breaths, calming himself before talking. “You really think I’m going to fall for that load of shit? Killer already told me I was the first guy you ever let sleep in his bed, not once but twice. If I was so bad you wouldn’t have let me stay. You would have sent me on my way. Let’s be real here. You know what, I’ll even start. I like you, I really fucking do. You are a stubborn pain in the ass and yet I can’t get enough of you. Something about you is just so utterly addicting and I hate that I can’t stop myself but I’m falling for you and of course as soon as I admit it to myself you pull away. Kid tell me that you don’t feel the same and I’ll walk away right now and you will never see nor hear from me again. But please, that’s not what I want. Tell me you feel the same about me. This can’t just be a one way thing.”

The doctor pleaded with Kid, his knuckles turning white from gripping his empty bottle so hard. The man was trying his best to keep his composure but Kid could tell he was going to crack at any second. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to contemplate what to do. He could tell the man he never wanted to see him again. Sure it would hurt like hell but he would eventually get over it and move on or he could tell him. He could tell him that he felt the same way and it scared the hell out of him and he could risk being hurt.

The redhead looked up, looking right at Law, seeing tears stream down his cheek. He held his head high, looking Kid right in the eyes. It was that moment that everything inside him snapped. He ignored his head, warning him against acting on his feelings. He dropped his bottle, the glass shattering on the floor as he pulled Law to him, fervently kissing him.

The two stayed locked in that moment, kissing each other as if it was the last kiss they would ever share, which both feared it might be.

“I,” Kid whispered, pulling away only to go back in. “Think I love you,” he breathed out, causing Law to pull away, breathless.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean,” he breathed out.

“I don’t,” Kid whispered, resting his forehead against the doctors. “I’ve.. I’ve never felt like this before. It scares the hell out of me. I ran in hopes of pushing you away so I wouldn’t get hurt. Yet you just wouldn’t give up you stubborn ass.”

Law laughed, wrapping his arms around Kid’s neck to bring him in closer. He kissed him, this time without as much urgency.

“It scares me too.”

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