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Strangeness and Charm - Part Five

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Summary: Season 1 AU where Andy and Kyle arrive at Charles Lee Ray’s old house before Tiffany leaves with Junior and Nica and ultimately save them. Set in 2017, two weeks after Cult since that's when the show was originally mentioned to be set and in my opinion, makes the most sense.

Notes: I did it! I've been caught up with Uni work recently and have exams over the next week but after that I should be free to write more! Yes, I did decide to keep Nathan Cross alive, mainly cause I absolutely despise Lexy's mother in the show and don't want to write her. Also, I had to bring up Andy being a bad driver again, I feel like that would be something brought up frequently amongst the siblings. XD

Tags: @streets-in-paradise @losersclubisms @cult-of-dollbabies @silvershewolf247 @cornerofhell

Before they knew it, Kyle was entering the house with Junior and Caroline in tow. The three made their way past the living room and into the kitchen where Andy and Nica were still sat.

As they entered, Andy got up and made his way over to the kids, Nica following.

Junior crouched down to Caroline's level before introducing them, "Caroline, this is Andy and Nica that we were telling you about. They're our friends, OK? They know about Chucky too and they can keep us safe."

"Chucky's bad." Caroline responds matter of factly. That statement alone caused a brief sense of calm to wash over the adults, with Andy hearing Nica breathe an audible sigh of relief behind him. At least they didn’t have to worry as much about Chucky trying to get Caroline to play any of his ‘games’.

“Exactly, but they already know that and they can keep us safe from Chucky. That’s why we’re going to stay here with Nica,” Both Junior and Caroline looked at Nica as she gave Caroline a small wave which the young girl returned with a shy smile. "Whilst Andy and Kyle will go and help Lexy, Jake and Devon and then they’ll come back here too.” Caroline moved her gaze from Nica up to Andy before turning back to Junior in confusion, “But what about the movie? Me and Lexy were supposed to watch the movie with Mommy and Daddy.”

“I know Care, but we need to be here whilst they stop Chucky to make sure he doesn’t do anything bad there.”

“Maybe once Lexy and the others are back, you could watch the movie here?” Nica suggested, sitting forwards in her chair so she could talk to the girl, “It could be a special surprise for them since they are busy now.” Caroline, nodded eagerly at Nica, with a smile spreading across her face.

“Yeah, we could set up the living room whilst we wait for them.” Junior began to lead Caroline further into the house, “Come on, I'll show you where the blankets are, we could make a fort.”

Nica watched them disappear from sight with a small smile before turning back to the siblings. Kyle had now passed Andy a pair of leather gloves matching the ones that she now wore.

“We better get going,” Andy began “the longer the kids are alone, the more time Chucky has to fuck with them.” Nica gave a small nod of agreement.

“You sure you're gonna be okay with them?” Kyle was now facing Nica, gesturing to the living room where they could hear Junior entertaining Caroline.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. You guys definitely have the more difficult job.”

“I dunno about that, I’ve heard blanket fort construction can be pretty taxing stuff.” Andy’s joke caused Nica to smile wider before following them to the door, her nerves for the others beginning to grow.

"Junior gave me the number of the home phone so we will update you when we can." Kyle informed her, checking her gun once again.

“Good luck!” She called just before they closed the door but the siblings got the real message, ‘Please, none of you die.’ Nica took a final deep breath before turning around and wheeling herself over to join the two kids.

"The kids are hiding in the space behind the movie screen." Kyle still insisted on driving to the theatre so Andy was reading the messages from the kids to her and they made their way over. "There's no sign of Chucky or Tiffany from there but Tiffany had a doll with her when she first arrived."

"Right." The two siblings slipped back into a comfortable silence. Andy's mind began to drift back to his past encounters with Chucky, trying to save himself was one thing. That added with multiple kids, rather than just the one one like back at military school, needless to say it felt like much greater weight on his shoulders.

"-anything else?" Andy's head snapped up once he realised Kyle was speaking to him again.

"Sorry what?"

"Nica. Did you find out anything more about Chucky from her?"

"Not really, it's difficult for her to work out what's happened the past few weeks. The most intel she really has is the stuff Tiffany told her and that was all delusional bullshit about her liking Nica better than Chucky and calling them a non-traditional couple."

Andy looked over to see Kyle wearing a strong look of shock and disgust.

"Yeah," Andy responded to her expression "somehow Chucky managed to find someone even more deranged than him."

"So I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that's why Nica was so worried about Junior?"

"Uh huh." With that, Kyle pulled into the parking lot of the theatre, spotting the truck and then Tiffany's car. Good. At least they knew they were still here rather than causing chaos somewhere else.

"You head to the kids, I'll catch up." Kyle instructed, heading in the opposite direction.

"Why? What are you doing?"

"Just trust me on this. I have a plan to make sure he and Tiffany stay put. I'll be there before you know it."

Andy gave a sigh and began to move toward the theatre entrance, "Fine, just don't get killed. Please." He saw Kyle give a thumbs up before moving to meet the kids.

Upon entering, he turned and headed down a corridor to the side. The walls looked bleak and neglected, definitely an area of the building that the guests weren’t meant to see. Andy took in his surroundings as he slowly made his way down the corridor, reaching for his gun so he could have it ready. There were too many shadows, too many places for Chucky to hide.

As he made it towards the end and was met with a door on his right, he deemed it safe to call out, “Kids?” The sound echoed around the empty space for a moment before he heard a voice travel from the left turn at the very end of the corridor.

“Andy? Is that you?” He quickly made his way toward the sound and was met with the three teens as he rounded the corner. Andy let out a breath he wasn’t aware he had been holding and put the gun away.

“Are you three alright?”

“Yeah, we’re okay. Where’s Kyle?” Jake responded quickly.

“She had a plan to make sure Chucky and Tiffany don’t go anywhere else. She’ll be here soon. Have you seen either of them?”

Devon turned to Lexy who was keeping a watchful eye on the crowd from the side of the screen, especially her parents, before turning to Devon and informing him with a shake of her head. “Not at the moment, just the guests for the movie.”

“I told dad Caroline didn’t want to watch the movie and I would keep an eye on her, so at least that’s handled for now.” Lexy added.

“Chucky’s got to have something else planned, Tiffany wouldn't have had a doll unless there was some part of the plan we don’t know about.”

“Yeah, and the truck would have already left.” Kyle added entering the room. “At least we know Tiffany won’t be now.”

Andy turned to his sister with an intrigued expression, “What did you do?”

“Just fixed the engine of her car… So, it won’t start.” Both siblings gave a smirk as Lexy looked at Kyle with fascination. “How did you do that?”

“She has a vintage car, sure it looks cool but it's easy as hell to get into without a key.”

They were interrupted as a scream pierced the air, soon followed by more and the sound of panicked footsteps.

"Shit!" Andy cried as the five of them began to head to the front of the building to access the cinema itself.

All of them were soon fighting against the hysterical crowd forcing their way out of the building. As they continued to force themselves in the opposite direction, Lexy turned her head and was able to spot her mother safely outside. But not her father. That was when Devon turned and saw Lexy frozen, he gently grabbed her arm and pulled her with him. "Lexy, come on. The best way to make sure they are safe is to stop Chucky." That got her moving again and they both followed the other three into the now, mostly empty room. That's when Lexy heard Jake's voice, "Mr Cross?!" Lexy looked up to see her dad trying to hobble out of the room, blood pouring from one of his legs.

"Dad!" Lexy cried as she ran over to him and put one of his arms over her shoulders.

"Lexy?"

"Dad, it's gonna be okay. We can get you help, we'll get you to hospital-"

"Lexy," Her dad said again.

"Caroline's safe, Junior's watching her and-"

"Lexy, what about you?" Lexy stopped her rambling and looked at her dad.

"Are you safe?"

Lexy looked at him with tears forming in her eyes, suddenly the reality of what Chucky did to her friends became all too real for her. "Yeah, I'll be fine dad. I just need you to be too."

Kyle made her way to the other side of the man and helped him move and turned to Lexy, "Come on, there are ambulances outside."

That was when it dawned on Andy, where Chucky must be. He quickly signalled to the boys, letting them know where the doll was and the two teens crouched down and looked under the seats, with Andy holding his gun ready. Jake suddenly caught a glimpse of the ginger doll running toward the aisle and Lexy and Kyle helping Nathan out.

"Lexy! He's coming, go!" He called out to them and they quickly picked up the pace and disappeared out of the door.

Andy caught sight of the red hair and ran towards him as he began to retreat and scurry between the seats once again.

All in all, the face off was over far sooner than Chucky anticipated. He never wanted the kids to find out who Andy was or what he knew. Needless to say the team up of two of the kids he targeted and and the first kid he terrorised as a doll was far to much for only one of him to handle, bringing Jake's asshole of a father into the conversation and insulting his boyfriend went too far and Jake ended up killing the doll with is own bare hands. Needless to say Andy was thoroughly impressed by how both boys handled the situation. It had been taken care of by the time Kyle and Lexy returned.

Lexy herself was looking a bit better, calmed down by the fact that her father was on the way to hospital with her mother. They all took a minute to catch their breaths before moving on to the next part of the plan.

“Okay, what are we gonna do about the truck?” Kyle asked as they made their way to the front of the building.

“I’ve got it covered.” Andy responded in an instant.

“What? You’re gonna commandeer the truck?” Kyle chuckled, clearly meaning it as a joke and then quickly went silent when Andy didn’t join in. “You can’t be serious.”

“Have you got a better plan when it comes to getting rid of 72 Chucky’s without causing suspicion?”

“With your driving?!”

“For fuck sake, this again?!”

“Yes, this again!”

“Okay, by your logic would you rather my driving be used to transport 72 Killer dolls or three living teens?” Kyle stayed quiet for a few seconds before giving in, “Fine, but Andy I swear you better be back at the house before tomorrow.”

“Yes, mom.” he responded sarcastically before sneaking over to the truck as Kyle ushered the kids back into the car.

The three teens watched with fascination from the back windscreen as Andy knocked out the driver and threw him out of the vehicle before driving past Tiffany and giving her the middle finger.

“Awesome!” Devon exclaimed as they heard Tiffany scream in frustration and fail to start her car, as the car they were in began to speed off.

It was around 15 minutes later that they arrived back at the Wheeler's house, inside Caroline was gleefully adding the finishing touches to the fort, Junior had even ventured into the attic to find some fairy lights from the Christmas decorations for her. The distraction was more than welcome for him, the living room had made him feel far too miserable since his mother died. For the time being he was in the kitchen with Nica, helping to prepare snacks after getting a call from Kyle letting them know that they were on their way back.

“Care?” Lexy called out as the four of them walked through the door. “Lexy!” the girl called out as she ran past Nica in order to meet her sister, followed quickly in tow by Junior.

Nica then made her way to join the rest of them as Caroline excitedly explained to her sister and the rest of the teens about what they had been up to and the plan for the rest of the night. She looked around, amused by the girl’s enthusiasm before realising the absence of one person.

“Where’s Andy?” She asked, doing her best to mask the panic in her voice.

“He’s taking care of the truck of dolls, he promised to be back here before tomorrow.” Kyle informed her, “Don’t worry, if he isn’t i'm gonna go and drag him back here myself.”

“Oh, I wanna see that!” Junior called from the living room, causing everyone to chuckle.

“Anyway, he’ll be fine.” Kyle confirmed.

That’s when Nica heard it, ‘Unless one of me gets to him first.’ ‘Shut up, Chucky.’

“Nica, come on. The movie is gonna start.” Junior called to her from the living room.

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Chapter 50 - A red string tied between they hearts.

Episode 6

Late evening they were all 4 drunk and at good mood. Worries seemed far away, and with that a sense of freedom. They had all agreed to take it to Malou's room and pump up the music after a late dinner, and since then, a lot of dancing had unfolded. Including some flirting. And a tad jealousy here and there, overshadowed by a bunch of selfies.

Andy: It was just before midnight he disappeared. Knowing he might have a chance with Dalton should probably have settled him, but now, more than ever, watching Dalton and Malou dance close and kiss, made him yearn for it to be him instead. He needed some air. So he went outside, lit a cig, and climbed the roof of his red Ford Mustang Boss. He laid there few minutes, observing the stars, listening to the distant music from the party inside the house. When suddenly he heard footsteps heading in his direction

Dalton: He slowly walked towards Andy, a bit nervous. It was as if suddenly a tension had built between them. Not negative. But highly charged. The old dance about who makes the first move, and when? He slowly climbed up on the hood of the car and laid down on his side, observing Andy you disappeared… are you alright?

Andy: Mh he turned his head and looked at Dalton lightly drunk…

Dalton: He chuckled soft Me too… a bit more than lightly…. okay… a lot more he snorted

Andy: Maybe I'm not too far behind he chuckled hoarse but he said and sat up straight, taking a last drag of his cig before flicking it off the roof never too drunk to dance on the top of my roof! he quickly got up and reached a hand to Dalton

Dalton: He laughed amused oh no! You go ahead, but I'm not as light on my feet as you are!

Andy: He smirked cheekily, and instead of answering started dancing around, showing off some of his best moves he could fit within the limits of the small roof

Dalton: He laid observing Andy for a while, before his wrist started hurting from holding his head, and he rolled to his back instead, observing the stars

Andy: He noticed quick that he had lost Dalton's attention, but wasn't prepared to give up just yet, so he quickly jumped down on the hood of the car Come he reached a hand towards Dalton

Dalton: The alcohol had definitely kicked in by now, the colder night air had made it feel almost twice as much as it was inside, so as he sat up, he sorta for a moment lost orientation and ended up turning around himself

Andy: He chuckled soft Here!

Dalton: He noticed the hand above him and reached up, placing his own hand in Andy's

Andy: He quickly dragged him up and helped him up on the roof There's a better view from up here!

Dalton: He looked around a bit, trying to find his balance

Andy: Woah he grabbed onto Dalton's hips as he tilted a bit Try to stay up here though.

Dalton: He chuckled cheekily I'll try to stay on top this time

Andy: He chuckled a bit awkward, not sure if Dalton was too drunk or actually flirting with him, but before he could get to ask, the sound of Malou and Raven joining them on the street, interrupted him Dammit!

Malou: Riding on Raven's back, laughing loudly Not so fucking fast! I'm gonna fall off!!!

Raven: Laughing Then hold on!!!

Andy: He suddenly noticed it had started to rain. Just a couple drops here and there, but definitely enough to make the roof less safe to climb around on. Normally he wouldn't give many shits about it, but he was worried of Dalton potentially slipping, so he quickly turned around to look after him

Dalton: He was standing at the edge, swinging his arms, kinda spacing out

Andy: Dalton…

Dalton: Mh? he shook his head and looked at Andy

Andy: What are you thinking about?

Dalton: He grinned cheekily that I have to piss.

Andy: He snorted soft Want me to help you down?

Dalton: ….

Andy: Or pull your fucking pants down and do it here he chuckled hoarse just don't piss yourself! He walked a couple steps away and sat down with his back against Dalton, trying to grand him a bit of "privacy". Sure they had seen each other piss before, but, since last nights escapades, that ball had once again been returned to Dalton's side, and it would be up to him if he would still be comfortable with that.

Dalton: About 10 seconds went by it's getting on your window

Andy: He turned to look at Dalton pissing down his back window Well you could have fucking turned slightly left and pissed down on the fucking ground instead! He laughed amused fucking good thing it's raining!

Dalton: It's raining? he looked up at the sky

Raven: He suddenly also jumped up on the car, wanting selfies and such

Andy: As Raven and Malou few minutes later started walking down the street, enjoying a casual stroll, he was once again left alone with Dalton on the roof

Dalton: By now looking at the stars, momentarily lost

Andy: Observing Dalton, butterflies swirling in his stomach, nervously trying to gather courage to try to go for a kiss. It wouldn't be the first time they had kissed after all. Dalton had kissed him twice in the past, and Andy had kissed him back once. It had never been over anyones line. Sure it had been soft quick pecks, and that was exactly what he was planning to go for now. If Dalton would want more, he'd only have to lean into it. Dalton.. he stepped a little closer

Dalton: mh? He looked questioning at Andy

Andy: Stepping as close as he could get, slowly reaching up, gently caressing Dalton's cheek, just about to lean in

Raven & Malou: Scream singing The Beatles It's been a hard days night!

Dalton: Shouting back And I've been working like a do-ooog!!

Raven & Malou: It's been a hard days night!!

Dalton: I should be sleeping like a lo-og!

Andy: Oh for fuck sake!

Malou: Running back towards the car But when I get home to you

Dalton: jumping off the roof I find the things that you do

Malou: Jumping into Dalton's arms

Dalton: easily catching her as she landed against him

Both: Will make me feel a-alright!

Andy: Kicking a leaf off his roof, grumbling to himself

Raven: Casually hanging out on top of a nearby lamp post, observing the scene below

Andy: He jumped off the car and started kicking a few pebbles around, contemplating if he should call it quits for the night or head back inside to get utterly wasted

Malou: Hey! Raven! Dance with me! she pointed at the roof of the car

Raven: He quickly landed on the roof, reaching a hand down to her Mi lady!

Malou: She chuckled amused and grabbed his hand, allowing him to drag her up, and instantly started dancing with him as she landed safely on the red roof

Andy: Shook his head lightly, still feeling jealous about the whole Beatles musical, when suddenly he realised Dalton was missing??? He looked around, unable to spot him anywhere, so he quickly walked around the car, noticing Dalton laying few meters away on the ground, an arm covering his eyes. He quickly walked up to him what on earth are you doing?!

Dalton: Trying to watch the stars…but it's raining! I got drops in my eyes he slurred

Andy: He chuckled hoarsely Get up, you'll get a cold!

Dalton: Drunk moaning

Andy: He lifted a foot and lightly planted it on Dalton's thigh, stepping softly Hey, get up, let's head inside!

Dalton: … He suddenly sat up fast I have to piss again!

Andy: He blinked a couple extra times Okay… Drunky McDrunkison he chuckled hoarsely and once again reached a hand towards Dalton Let me help you up then!

Dalton: He chuckled lightly and allowed Andy to drag him up you know.. you're drunk too he poked Andy's chest a couple times as they stood face to face, then suddenly seemed to once again space out

Andy: …. you okay?

Dalton: …… many muscles

Andy: … he chuckled soft what?

Dalton: ……. He suddenly shook his head and backed away, quickly heading down the street

Andy: He turned and looked after Dalton, then it hit him. He pressed a hand against the spot Dalton had just been poking Oh it's fucking on now! he bit his bottom lip as he realised Dalton was definitely into him! And hurried after him down the street Hey!

Dalton: He looked a bit lost at Andy as he caught up with him and spun around himself a couple times

Andy: He chuckled hoarse Yeah, you just passed your own house man! he chuckled again

Dalton: He shrugged lightly and walked to a flower wall in the middle of the street, and without warning unzipped his pants and started pissing on the wall

Andy: He laughed soft and walked closer When in Rome! quickly unzipping his own pants

It didn't take many seconds before the others caught up with them, there were a couple more selfies shot and Malou balanced on the side of the flower wall that wasn't wet, before they all finally found their way back into the warmth of the house, but not until Malou had remarked that the flowers and trees had sprung early this year! Well knowing Raven had to have had something to do with it. Perhaps a way to try to draw attention. Back inside they all danced some for a long time, drinking more, laughing more, getting caught up in simply letting lose and having fun! And as the night progressed, and beers were steadily emptied, at the very least one person, started to become more and more affectionate.

Dalton: You know he shouted over the music I really really like you!

Andy: Happy smile, not quite knowing what to do with himself and if he should take the chance or not?!

Dalton: Leaning in, squeezing his face against Andy, wrapping an arm around his neck You smell soooo good!!!

Andy: Chuckling happily So do you!

Compliments lead to flirting, flirting lead to more dancing, and suddenly Malou noticed Raven was gone, and since a couple minutes went by and he didn't return yet, she decided to go look for him. She grabbed a couple empty bottles and headed downstairs, having a feeling she might find him in the kitchen. And she did.

Malou: There you are! She spoke warmly as she walked into the kitchen

Raven: Yes, here I am. He was sitting on the kitchen counter, drinking a beer

Malou: She placed the empty bottles and jumped up to sit next to him Too much Andy and Dalton flirting?

Raven: He nodded softly Something like that.

Malou: why don't you give it another try?

Raven: He sighed soft And compete with the peacock? Nah he shook his head lightly

Malou: You know, you're very good at giving the advice of putting yourself first. But you're not very good at taking the advice.

Raven: He snorted soft I know. It's one of my flaws.

Malou: The way I see it is, he's not the only bird here… you have wings too… how about you spread them a little? she smiled encouraging you have told Dalton you like him, so far, that didn't give you much… how about you show him now?

Raven: I don't want to overwhelm him, more than I already did.

Malou: No, I get that, I really do, and I agree. But I am also worried about my friend when I see his head hanging. She sighed soft Dalton is used to a pretty chaotic lifestyle… my guess is we should all worry a little less, and put some faith in him, and the fact that he will most likely adapt faster than any of us assume, including himself. she shrugged lightly he's pretty strong. Yes he has a sensitivity to him as well, and he should from time to time be wrapped in blankets and protected… but… who could be better at doing that, than the people who loves him? And the way I see it is… the more love the better, right?

Raven: He nodded soft and emptied his beer you might be right.

Malou: She chuckled softly Might?

Raven: Okay… you ARE right… and I'll take the advice… but in my own speed… and with caution…

Malou: she nodded lightly fair enough… as long as you do something!

Raven: So bossy! He chuckled soft and placed a kiss on her temple thank you though, I appreciate both the advice and the offer of sharing him, I know that isn't easy.

Malou: She nodded soft you're welcome.

Raven: He jumped off the counter and offered his hand Aye! Better get to it then! Need a lift?

Malou: She chuckled lightly and grabbed his hand, then jumped off the counter, wrapping her arms around him Beam me up, Scotty!

Raven: As they landed in Malou's room, only Andy was there, dancing on his own Hey! Where's Dalton?

Andy: Bathroom!

Raven: Oh! he disappeared

Andy: He frowned soft and stopped dancing

Malou: Come on, don't hang your head like that.

Andy: He sighed deep I feel like I am compeeting with a demon…

Malou: She nodded soft Because you are.

Andy: Thanks a lot! Not very helpful!

Malou: I know Andy she wrapped an arm around his shoulder and slowly dragged him towards her couch to sit down with her But I have a feeling there will be more than plenty for all of us, if we're just a little patient.

In the hallway

Raven: He was waiting, his back leaned against Malou's shut door, as Dalton entered the hallways from the bathroom

Dalton: He chuckled surprised what are you doing here?

Raven: Waiting for you…

Dalton: Oh? You needed to go to the toilet? He pointed backwards with his thumb

Raven: No. I wanted to talk to you. Ask you how you're doing? A lot has been dumped on your plate, and I wanted to make sure you're alright?

Dalton: He smiled soft contemplating a bit, then nodded I'm okay. It's a lot, yes… but not in a negative way. I mean… he shrugged lightly it's nice to know you're liked… right?

Raven: He nodded soft Of course.

Dalton: He slowly walked closer to Raven, stopping right in front of him, looking at him with a soft, insecure, but somewhat cheeky smile May I he pointed at the door behind Raven

Raven: You may he smirked for a small entry fee.

Dalton: He squinted his eyes lightly and looked at Raven suspeciously And what would that fee be?

Raven: A hug.

Dalton: His face lit up lucky for you, I love giving hugs!

Raven: He smiled warm and satisfied and spread his arms out to the side, welcoming Dalton into the hug

Dalton: He chuckled lightly and walked into the hug, wrapping his arms around Raven

Raven: He sighed soft from pleasure of finally feeling Dalton close and took a deep breath of his scent

Dalton: You smell good he mumbled against Raven

Raven: His face lit up So do you.

Dalton: …. They stood like that quite a while till Dalton finally took a deep breath and walked back out of the hug I'm sorry, it's not that I don't… it was really nice…. I really liked it… I'm just he frowned soft and blushed

Raven: Getting horny and needing your boyfriend.

Dalton: His eyes got wide ….. you can read minds too?

Raven: He chuckled lightly No. But I felt your boner towards the end.

Dalton: Awkward chuckle Yeah… uh yeah….

Raven: You should give him a call then

Dalton: He sighed soft He's with Sam, he had a nightmare… it wouldn't be fair, he has to be alone then. I just miss Adrian… a lot… things has been… different after everything with Sam.

Raven: He nodded soft

Dalton: I finally got to see him today, but then Sam called and he said he might come back later tonight, but now it's almost 2am… he sighed soft I really really want him, and I'm sure I shouldn't even say that to you and all but…. yeah I shouldn't, I don't even know why I tell you all this, I'm sorry.

Raven: It's perfectly alright, Dalton he smiled softly I can handle it.

Dalton: … you don't get jealous?

Raven: I do. But not that easy he smiled soft I better go pee though he pointed at the bathroom door and stepped away from Malou's door You're free to go inside he winked

Dalton: Blushing lightly, then he quickly escaped back into Malou's room. His heart pounding a little, his cheeks feeling warm. He shook his head, trying to shake the feeling, but couldn't help but smirk a bit at the fact that Raven seemed to be getting under his skin.

Raven: In the bathroom he quickly dialed a number

Adrian: He picked up on 3rd ring Raven? he whispered softly hang on. Sound of footsteps and a creaking door Sorry he spoke normal now, though still a bit low Sam just fell asleep. I didn't want to wake him.

Raven: I'm sorry to call so late

Adrian: No no, it's alright. Is everything okay?

Raven: Yes.. however, long story short, I'm at Malou and Dalton's… we've all had a lot to drink, everything is fine, so don't worry, I just have a boy over here who really misses you… and I think he's more than ready for you two to finally take it to the next level. As a matter of fact I suggest you do so, unless you want Andy to pop it once again.

Adrian: Low growl Don't talk about him like that!

Raven: You're right, and I don't really want to, but I need to paint a picture to make it clear to you that you need to pull yourself together on this one and stop over protecting him.

Adrian: Fine. But I can't leave Sam alone again, it wouldn't be fair. If he wakes up again he's completely alone, after I said I would stay.

Raven: You could call Niyol.

Adrian: Deeper growl

Raven: He chuckled soft fair enough. He sighed lightly Give me a moment… he quickly pondered about it alright… listen. You'll head to your place and make it romantic… yes, you have to! You pull out all the guns on this one! While you do that, I slowly prepare everyone else here without giving anything away. When you are ready, I can drop Andy off at Sam's, then neither of those two are alone. And then I can drop Dalton off at your place, and return here to help Malou clean up and stay with her. This way no one loses out and no one has to go to bed alone and sad. Would that be reasonable?

Adrian: ….. okay.

Raven: He nodded confirming Take your time. Make it count! And call me when you're ready.

Adrian: Raven…

Raven: Yes?

Adrian: … thank you.

Raven: He smiled softly You can thank me next time you and I get to be alone.

Adrian: Soft snort I'm hanging up now.

Raven: I'd be surprised if you wouldn't. *As they hung up, Raven quickly peed, washed hands and walked back into Malou's room. Sorta bumping into Dalton on the way. I've talked with your boyfriend and come up with a plan. He has a couple things to take care of, and once he's done, he'll call me and I will drop you off at his place to spend the night. I'll drop Andy off at Sam's so those two wont be alone, and I'll come back here to stay with Malou, so no one is left behind. That way you can finally get to spend the night with Adrian *he smiled soft*

Dalton: Jaw drop, starring at Raven with open mouth, trying to process

Raven: …. soft chuckle

Dalton: …….

Raven: Take your time…

Dalton: Seeing Raven in a new light… smitten… blushing….a touch of swirly butterflies in his stomach, a goofy smile tucking at his lips

Raven: Definitely noticing, rasing an eyebrow as he spoke in a lower more intimate voice now is not the time.

Dalton: For what?

Raven: Falling for me he smirked lightly you have an important date soon.

Dalton: Blushing bright red as he noticed himself, quickly trying to focus on something else

Raven I'll go tell the others

Dalton: No! He leaned closer towards Raven what if it's just the beer?

Raven: He chuckled amused first of, it's not just the beer he answered with a confident smirk secondly, I meant about my plan.

Dalton: Oh blushing even more, fumbling awkwardly with his hands

Raven: No more beer now though, it wouldn't be a crime if you sobered up a bit before your big night he winked and walked away, heading for Malou

Dalton: …. *chuckling with a mix of surprise and happiness, what a turn of events! And Adrian had actually agreed to!!!! *He bit his bottom lip and quickly put his beer down on the nearest surface, standing a bit locked in place, just smiling dumb at the floor, till he finally managed to walk closer to Malou's desk and grab a pack of cigs, lighting one. He took only a drag before someone walked up next to him, and stopped literally shoulder against shoulder with Dalton. His stomach fluttered again.*

Raven: everything is in motion, we are simply waiting to hear from Adrian now. I kept it delicate of course. Malou knows why you're going, and she's okay with it. And Andy knows only that you are going cause Adrian didn't make it back here.

Dalton: He nodded soft, a strong urge to touch Raven, to connect, wawing through his body, making him buzz with electricity

Raven: He stood still for a moment, enjoying the buzzing anticipation, which judging by Dalton's face, he was surely also feeling! Then he slowly reached out, just his hand, barely moving, to keep it a secret moment between the two of them. Simply and very lightly, brushing a finger against Dalton's hand. Then another.

Dalton: He sighed soft from the tickly sensations spreading through his body, scared to break the spell if he moved. He closed his eye, smiling soft, and allowed himself to get lost in the intimate exchange for just a brief moment, as he himself brushed a finger against Raven's hand.

Raven: He smiled soft and looked at Dalton with a warm gaze I want you to enjoy yourself tonight he spoke warm and calming

Dalton: I will he nodded slow

Raven: We'll meet up one day soon, I promise.

Dalton: He nodded confirming

Malou: Oi! You two! Why don't you join us up here?

Raven: He quickly stepped away from Dalton and looked towards Malou and Andy sitting on her bunk bed, then in an instant landed next to her, smiling back down at Dalton

Dalton: He took a deep breath, then quickly climbed the bunk and found a free space on the other side of Andy, settling there.

They all sat on the bed, losely talking, legs dangling off the side for at least 15 minutes

Dalton: His head was slowly starting to nod, so he kicked off his boots, dragged his feet up in bed and leaned his back against Andy, thinking a power nap might be good to gather a bit of energy before Adrian's call. But he only closed his eyes for a couple minutes before Raven's phone rang

Raven: He nodded at everyone and looked at Dalton He's ready.

Dalton: He nodded confirming, his heart starting to beat a little faster from anticipation. He quickly crawled towards Raven, and gave Malou a hug on the way

Malou: Have fun she spoke in a warm voice and kissed him gently

Dalton: He nodded soft, smiled at Andy and then turned towards Raven I'm ready too

Raven: He nodded confirming, then wrapped his arms around Dalton, nodding at the others I'll be right back.

Dalton: They landed in Adrian's living room, his fingers dug into Raven's chest I uhh

Adrian: He stood up slow from his couch and walked up to them, smiling warmly at both of them

Dalton: He quickly let go of Raven and took a couple steps back

Raven: Soft smile

Adrian: May I talk with you for a while?

Dalton: I uh have to pee anyway, he hurried and headed for the door*

Adrian: He sighed soft as they were alone Are you sure he's ready? I mean I definitely am! But…I'm also… nervous!

Raven: He smiled soft at Adrian He's more than ready, I guarantee you. Stop worrying. He grabbed Adrian's hands, stroking them lightly with his thumbs Just take it slow, everything will be alrigt.

Adrian: I know…he sighed soft but it still feels like the very first time.

Raven: And it is, for Dalton.

Adrian: He frowned soft

Raven: He shook his head lightly Don't let that get to you. He remembers very little. I'm sure it will still feel like first time for him. Specially if you allow it to he smiled soft and encouraging

Adrian: He nodded soft and he's not too-

Raven: No, he's barely tipsy by now. Apparently it more or less sobered him up, hearing that you were up he chuckled lightly

Adrian: He shook his head lightly at Raven's choice of words

Raven: Right, I better head back and give you two the privacy you deserve he smiled soft

Adrian: He nodded soft and leaned in, kissing Raven lovingly

Raven: He leaned into the kiss, returning it with the same amount of love

Adrian: Thank you he spoke as they parted a moment later I'll see you tomorrow.

Raven: He nodded confirming Have fun… I'll see you tomorrow and then he was gone.

Adrian: He sighed soft as Raven left and wondered if he'd ever be able to hold onto a partner more than 5 minutes, but thankfully his thoughts got interrupted as Dalton came back into the house

Dalton: He smiled soft and shy I washed myself a bit…

Adrian: He smiled warm and walked closer to Dalton, grabbing one of his hands, squeezing it lightly You didn't have to, I like you just the way you are

Dalton: He only became more shy from the compliment and somewhat ducked his head, though still facing Adrian I'm really nervous… why does this feel like first time? he chuckled nervously even my hands are trembling and my heart is pounding!

Adrian: I know he nodded lightly mine too.

Dalton: Really? he asked surprised you look so confident!

Adrian: He chuckled soft I'm not he leaned a little closer, wrapping his arms around Dalton, trying to calm the both of them, their hearts pounding nervously against each others, now they were chest against chest As long as you aren't scared… he spoke in a soft warm voice

Dalton: No. I'm not he answered soft and sighed to calm himself, though it didn't wormk much I trust you…… and I want you.

Adrian: He nodded lightly I definitely want you too!… it was never about that, just to be clear.

Dalton: Soft nod I know.

Adrian: He paused a short moment to gain courage and to not rush it all, before he spoke in a warm, inviting voice I made everything ready upstairs… should we take it up there instead?

Dalton: He nodded quick and gave Adrian a small squeeze before he let go, blushing lightly as he were once again facing the slightly Taller man. I would like that…

Adrian: Confirming nod Come with me he smiled soft and walked to the ladder, insisting Dalton climb it first

Dalton: As he reached the bedroom, he saw why. Adrian had arranged the room with candle light everywhere, not too many, just enough. The bed was dimmed in a yellow flickering candle light, and the room had a soothing warm earthy scent, undoubtedly one of the many candles, perhaps multiple? The sheets looked clean and the comforter even fluffier than usual. And on the bedside table were bottles of water and a tube of something Dalton assumed would be lube. He sighed with surprise and excitement from the view, and the fact that Adrian had went through the trouble This is fucking amazing! I'm not sure I deserve all this he chuckled as he turned to face Adrian but thank you.

Adrian: You deserve it all, and so much more he spoke low and warm, wrapping his arms back around Dalton, drawing him into a soft and tender, yet deep and longing kiss

Dalton: He moaned surprised and felt himself instantly melt in Adrian's arms

Adrian: He moaned soft and slowly started walking Dalton towards his bed, without force, without separating their lips, gently guiding, making sure Dalton wouldn't feel any pressure. As they reached Adrian's bed, he slowly started undressing Dalton, while their kissing slowly started heating up. Still nervous, a bit fumbling here and there, soft nervous chuckles in between, innocently searching, gentle moans of anticipation and pleasure. Dalton awkwardly assisting getting Adrian's clothes off. And as they were both standing naked on the floor, he slowly tilted them towards his bed, and they fell into it, light as feathers, still kissing and caressing each others bodies Are you okay? He asked after a good while of kissing and caressing

Dalton: He chuckled soft, by now having a permanent blush on his cheeks Yeah… I'm more than okay he nodded down himself, where his boner stood tall, hard and more than inviting

❌Short sex scene START - readers must be 18+❌ ❌ (To skip sex scene, scroll till next marking) ❌

Adrian: Mmmh he planted a couple soft kisses and nibbles on the side of Dalton's neck and grabbed his own boner, then leaned closer against Dalton, trapping Dalton's boner in the same hand, stroking the two of them together

Dalton: He sighed steamy air out and nodded soft Mmh-yeahh

Adrian: He found his way back to Dalton's lips, their kiss quickly heating up to a juicy French kiss

Dalton: A steamy moan escaped him, their tongues tied together in a kiss so full of love and desire, that he in this moment couldn't remember ever having been kissed like that before.

Adrian: His hands were still slightly trembling, but he knew what he was doing, as he slow and gentle started caressing Dalton's cheek with his free hand, wanting to grand him both pleasure and comfort at the same time.

Dalton: And it worked. He slowly felt himself melt into the mattress beneath him, his body heat rising and his skin tingling, begging to be touched by Adrian.

Adrian: I love you so much he whispered against Dalton's lips

Dalton: I love you too! he sighed eagerly

Adrian: I'm sorry I made you wait this long

Dalton: A soft moan escaping him It's alright… we are here now…

Adrian: He once again started kissing and nibbling his way down Dalton's neck, taking his time, adding a few licks here and there. Slow and soft, taking his time to taste Dalton and shower him with as much love as he deserved.

Dalton: Soft pants, moans, shivers, gasps and sighs, all rolled through him, and the further down his body Adrian came, the heavier his breathing became. His back arching every time it was extra good.

Adrian: He made his way down to the soft trail of hair, reaching from Dalton's pubic hair to right below his belly button. Planting soft kisses down the trail, licking it gently. Then slow but steady planting soft licks, nibbles and kisses round the root of his dick, and also his inner thighs as good as he could reach from his position

Dalton: His legs slowly started spreading, granting Adrian more space, hoping for him to lay between, his moans and sighs heating up as well as his body, a light dew forming on parts of his body.

Adrian: He took the invitation and swiftly crawled between Dalton's legs, fluttering his tongue over Dalton's thighs, nibbling and sucking the skin more eagerly now that he had more space. A searching finger trailing over Dalton's balls and up the shaft of his dick, gently circling the very tip as it found the tip already slippery from a bit of pre-cum.

Dalton: He moaned deep and longing at the fingers caressing and arched his back, longing to feel Adrian so much closer!

Adrian: He stretched lightly upwards and buried his face in Dalton's crotch, showering his balls with the most gentle kisses and licks Dalton had ever felt, gently sucking them one by one, before his tongue and lips started tracing the extra soft and delicate skin of Dalton's dick.

Dalton: Long sighing moan of pleasure, his arms and chest bathed in goose bumps. His fingers digging into the sheets below him, feeling at once electrified yet completely melted, as if all his muscles had turned to mush.

Adrian: He kept licking, nibbling and sucking lightly up and down Dalton's dick, taking his sweet time, before he once again returned to Dalton's balls, giving them another round of love and attention, before he slowly started moving further down.

Dalton: A surprised gasp escaped him as Adrian fluttered his tongue over Dalton's hole and he instantly grabbed Adrian's closest hand, squeezing it tight

Adrian: He right away lifted his head, looking at Dalton with a concerned frown Is it too much? he asked in a caring tone

Dalton: No he chuckled shyly it was weird… but…. good weird he smirked lightly and bit his bottom lip

Adrian: A warm smile spread on his lips, then he slowly lowered his head again, fluttering his tongue over Dalton's hole yet again

Dalton: He gasped again, this time a bit deeper, his eyes locking on the ceiling, a warm wave of pleasure rushing over him Mhh

Adrian: He leaned a little closer and started licking and kissing Dalton's hole more rapidly, but keeping it light and sweet, not wanting to overwhelm him and come on too strong.

Dalton: every lick and every kiss was so intense, a sweet tickly sensation spreading through his lower torso, his body slowly starting to twitch and squirm from the intense pleasure Adrian was providing him.

Adrian: The more Dalton squirmed the more eager his licks became and after few minutes, he reached out a hand, but unable to move he slowly lifted his head and looked at Dalton sorry, can you please pass me the lube?

Dalton: The lube? he looked at Adrian as if he barely knew what day it was

Adrian: He pointed towards the bedside table The tube

Dalton: Tube?… he turned his head slowly oh he quickly reached out and grabbed the tube, reaching the lube to Adrian

Adrian: Thank you he smiled soft and opened the tube, squirting a bit out into his hand

Dalton: What's the flavor? a brief memory of some cinnamon lube and Adrian's bed, fluttered through his mind

Adrian: He gently started rubbing it all over his fingers and leaned back in, smirking up at Dalton Nothing… I prefer to taste you. And without warning, he returned to eating Dalton, this time adding a couple fingers slowly massaging the surrounding aread.

Dalton: A louder more surprised moan escaped him as the pleasure of the massage rolled through him, making him arch his back, once again digging his fingers into the sheets, craving so much more of the deep intimacy and pleasure Adrian was serving.

Adrian: He moaned deep from the pleasure of seeing Dalton take it so well, and enjoy it, welcome it. His fingers more eagerly massaging the hole, determined to make the upcoming entry as smooth as possible. He sighed soft against Dalton's wet skin and allowed himself to fully enjoy the moment, both happy and relieved to see and hear Dalton's positive reactions.

Dalton: His breathing had turned much heavier by now, his dick lightly twitching, a strong orgasm rolling through his body, and then, out of the blue and without warning, he came with a surprised moan, lifting his head lightly, to see the cum run down his shaft, and just behind it, his eyes connected with Adrian's in an intense 5 seconds gaze, before he fell back down on the bed with a slightly louder moan, his body burning with desire he had never felt like this before! The intense and undeniable need to feel Adrian inside himself.

Adrian: He quickly reached up, swiping his finger slowly over the cum, catching it all, he smiled satisfied and licked about half up, then used the rest to gently rub on Dalton's hole, this time noticing he had definitely losened up and was ready, as the very tip of the finger started slipping in on it's own. So he took the chance, adding a bit of pressure and watched with hungry eyes, as his finger slowly slipped inside Dalton Mmhh

Dalton: Another surprised gasp escaping him and he once again grabbed for Adrian's free hand, as a bit of panic set in. Not a negative panic, but more the realisation that something was inside him. A finger. Adrian's finger. And it felt nothing less than amazing! A soft welcoming moan escaping him.

Adrian: He looked up at Dalton to try to read his body language, and although he wasn't looking at Adrian, it was easy to understand, that so far he was on board. So Adrian slowly wiggled his finger inside Dalton.

Dalton: Oh! His eyes instantly found their way to Adrian's, a slow nod indicating Adrian were welcome to continue. He bit his bottom lip and let a soft surrendering moan escape, his fingers slipping between Adrian's, a wish to share a deeper love, intimacy and connection.

Adrian: He moaned soft and squeezed Dalton's hand, and without any hesitation, slowly started gliding his finger in and out of Dalton.

Dalton: Mmmmhhh-fuuuckhh he arched his back again and whispered in a soft hoarse voice fuck that feels so good!

Adrian: He smiled satisfied between his licks and kept the finger slow fucking Dalton, keeping it light, yet determined, allowing it to slip all the way in, once in a while wiggling it a bit, every time he couldn't reach in further

Dalton: Ssshhittt he moaned deep and once again arching his back, a drop of sweat running down his temple

Adrian: After a minute he upped his speed a bit, hooking his finger upwards, making sure to reach some extra sensitive angles

Dalton: His moans were growing rapid by now, deep, sweat starting to form on his lower belly and chest, another drop running off his temple

Adrian: He turned his wrist, hooking his finger downwards again, once more touching spots Dalton had never even dreamed existed

Dalton: Louder, surprised moans mixed with a few chuckles from the intense pleasure escaped him fucking don't stop! he chuckled overwhelmed with sexual desire and pleasure

Adrian: He moaned soft from Dalton's words, and without much further thougt, slipped a second finger inside him, upping his speed a little, so he was now finger fucking Dalton at a much more steady speed and rhythm

Dalton: A long relieved moan, his back arching again, his body shivering from pleasure Yessss!!! Deep moan Adrianhhh!!

Adrian: He moaned deep from hearing Dalton moan his name, and upped the speed a little further, making it a bit more demanding

Dalton: Oh yeahhh!! He moaned hoarsely and squeezed Adrian's fingers with his hole, as if his body was trying to suck them further in.

Adrian: He noticed Dalton's body's eagerness and leaned upwards, starting to eat Dalton's balls greedy

Dalton: Long surprised moans escaped him, a light cough as his voice broke on a moan

Adrian: Soft moan, heart racing, unable to hold back much longer, the need and want to be with Dalton, growing more intense by the second

Dalton: And so did Dalton's want and need for Adrian, till it finally exploded into a loud roaring internal orgasm, leaving Dalton's body trembling and jerking from the intense pleasure, unlike anything he had ever felt before

Adrian: He slowed down his fingers and slipped them out of Dalton, slowly climbing on top of the boy, stroking Dalton's cheek gently Are you okay? he asked in a soft voice full of love and care

Dalton: Yes he chuckled lightly from the intense pleasure, still dominating his body more than okay! he looked at Adrian through drowsy eyes, and wrapped his arms around Adrian's neck, kissing his lips soft and loving

Adrian: He sighed soft from the pleasure and taste of Dalton's lips, then smiled gently as their lips parted, observing Dalton for a brief moment, trying to decide if he was done or could handle more?

Dalton: What? He chuckled shyly

Adrian: He shook his head lightly I was trying to detirmine if you're done or if you can handle more?

Dalton: He chuckled a bit more shy and leaned his head against Adrian's shoulder, hiding for a moment to gather courage to answer I uh…. still need to feel…. all of you…. please…. I really want you his lips gently brushing against Adrian's salty shoulder as he breathed the words out against his skin

Adrian: He sighed soft with pleasure of hearing those words, feeling Dalton's soft lips tell me if it becomes too much he leaned in, kissing Dalton's hair gently, then let a hand travel down between their sweaty bodies, gently grabbing his own dick, pushing it lightly against Dalton's hole.

Dalton: A soft, slightly worried moan escaped him, but before nerves could get the best of him, he already felt Adrian slowly glide inside Him Ooohhhhhhhh-nnnghhh

Adrian: He made sure only about half of him entered Dalton at first, gently stroking his cheeks as he raised his upper torso slightly, to gaze down at Dalton with loving eyes Are you alright? he asked in a warm, caring tone

Dalton: He nodded eagerly, tears gathering in his eyes I love you so much!

Adrian: A big happy natural smile instantly painted on his face I love you too! Very much in fact!

Dalton: He chuckled lightly as a few happy tears rolled down his temples and stretched upwards, to reach Adrian's lips, kissing them so tender, pouring all his love and emotions into their lips

Adrian: He moaned soft and kissed back with the same love and affection, lingering in their kiss for a moment, before he very slowly pushed the rest of him inside Dalton

Dalton: A deep surrendering moan escaping him as he both felt and realized all of Adrian had made it's way inside him. His stomach full of butterfly tornadoes, Adrian was inside him!!!!!! Another deep moan escaping him, feeling his dick twitch and leak some more cum, his breathing turning slow and heavy, feeling as if his body had turned into melted gooey butter

Adrian: He very slow and careful started moving inside Dalton, keeping it ultra light and sweet, only moving a tiny bit in and out each time, perhaps just the length of his tip. Trying his best not to overwhelm Dalton with his size.

Dalton: He nodded soft against their lips and let another more steamy moan out, shivering lightly as he let his arms travel from Adrian's neck, to his arms, digging his fingers into Adrian's upper arms, holding onto Adrian for safety and comfort, a somewhat squeak escaping him as his mind fully processed what was happening, and how amazing it felt, sending heat waves through his body.

Adrian: He sighed soft from pleasure against Dalton's lips and nibbled them lightly, feeling an intense heat gather between them, by now also noticing things turning more sticky between them, specifically Dalton's boner trapped between them. Undoubtedly he had cum again, just a bit, but enough to confirm Adrian that he could continue, so he very lightly upped the speed, just a smidge.

Dalton: Nnnnghhhhhaaaahhhh he panted lightly as he parted their lips, but rested his forehead against Adrian's. You're…. soft little pants of steamy pleasure you're amazing! he gasped lightly, his hole body starting to tremble again, feeling as if he was about to burst into a thousand shooting stars!

Adrian: He sighed soft with pleasure and planted a soft loving kiss on Dalton's lips so are you…. I'm so in love with you, Dalton.

Dalton: He sighed shakily and tightened his grip on Adrian's upper arms, whimpering soft I'm gonna!!!

Adrian: He nodded agreeing and pressed his lips tighter against Dalton's, a soft groan escaping him as he allowed himself to release and cum

Dalton: He gasped surprised from the unfamiliar feeling, his lips parting as soft surprised moan of relief and release escaped him, and he came with a heavy sigh of pleasure

Adrian: He moaned soft as he felt Dalton cum, and slowed down his movements, coming to a halt within few seconds, and stroke Dalton's cheeks soothingly, planting a handful butterfly kisses on Dalton's lips, before he with a couple shaky pants, parted their lips and looked at Dalton with a warm, loving gaze Are you alright? he asked in a loving voice, once again stroking Dalton's cheek

❌Short sex scene END - readers must be 18+❌ ❌ (Congrats, you successfully skipped sex) ❌

Dalton: He nodded confirming, a shy chuckle escaping him I am… much much more… than alright he chuckled between his panting, his heart running like a race horse are you kidding me? happy chuckling, his whole face lighting up, stars in his eyes, cheeks blushing bright

Adrian: Bursting out in a happy laughter, planting soft juicy kisses on Dalton's lips You're fucking magic!

Dalton: Happy laughing then you're a fucking wizard!!

They laid chuckling, kissing and caressing, till Adrian got fully soft and automatically slipped out of Dalton, and they ended up next to each other instead, Dalton snuggling in the nook of Adrian's arm, after they both drank a good amount of water

Dalton: He was gently caressing Adrian's chest, lost in observing his partner smoke a cigarette thank you.

Adrian: He turned his head, looking at Dalton with a loving gaze Thank YOU.

Dalton: He chuckled lightly and planted a soft kiss on Adrian's chest Kinda wanna smoke, but my whole body is like fucking jelly he snorted amused

Adrian: A soft smirk at the corners of his lips, as he reached out and held the cig towards Dalton's lips

Dalton: He lifted his head, taking a drag of the cig Thank you he chuckled lightly man I'm done! his head falling back down on Adrian's chest …. if I wasn't so tired….

Adrian: ….. if you weren't so tired… what?

Dalton: He managed to lift his head again, taking another drag of the cig I'm good, thanks!

Adrian: He returned the cig to his own lips, taking one last drag, before killing it in the ashtray next to him if you weren't so tired?

Dalton: He turned his head to look up at Adrian with a cheeky grin …. I'd ask for a second round, cause…. damn it was amazing!!!

Adrian: A wide grin spreading on his lips, then he leaned more towards Dalton's face, speaking in a low, aluring voice there's plenty where it came from….

Dalton: Mmhh he bit his bottom lip Kiss me

Adrian: He leaned in, kissing Dalton with warmth and passion, but keeping it on the softer side, no need to relight the fire right away when they were both more than spent. He stroke Dalton's cheek gently, then slowly parted the kiss, rolling to his side, so they now laid face to face. I'm glad you liked it

Dalton: He smiled soft and nodded I definitely did…. it was worth the wait! he chuckled lightly, then broke out in a yawn

Adrian: He chuckled soft, then yawned as well, wrapping an arm over Dalton's waist, gently stroking his back I love you, Dalton.

Dalton: Happy smile I love you too, Adrian.

They laid caressing each other for quite a while, before they eventually dozed off, happy, smiling, satisfied, and so full of love.

#unicorntales #Andycorn #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Dalton Red #Malou Jensen #Brandubh McKinney #Raven McKinney #Adrian Blackwood

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okay this is starting out re: your sex post, but it veers to the left halfway through and then you’re just being subjected to some of my musings about people offering their Opinions™️ about fics.

it’s so interesting that you mentioned in your tags that no one ever criticizes the non-sexual methods of building tension because as someone who doesn’t usually write about sex I swear I get it ALL the time. (eg “why can’t the boys just learn to communicate???” idk, anon, they’re 19 years old and only one of them has ever been to a therapist, you tell me)

I’d agree that sexual activity in fics is definitely more heavily scrutinized than non-sexual aspects, but I also think it’s funny that anonymous askers/readers/bookmarkers feel the need to offer their two sense about why x/y/z is inaccurate/ridiculous/annoying when many fic writers draw on their own lives for experience.

As an example, I’ve had a few people mention in notes on amicus curiae that they think Remus is being ridiculous for disliking Sirius as much as he does, but I cannot tell you how much of my own proclivity for ‘righteous anger’ Remus’ behavior is based in. He’s mad from the start because someone seemingly invalidated the accommodations that he/other disabled students may need during the school year, and honestly, I’ve seen myself hold on to far more foolish reasons for anger than that. I’d originally typed up a longer story as an example, but I’m sure you can think of some yourself so I won’t subject you to it lol

Anyway. I tend to assume that most of the human aspects of a work that I’m reading are in some way based on the author’s personal experiences—whether that be relational interactions, sexual encounters, tragedy—and try to look through that lens when I’m reading and commenting as a result. That’s probably not the norm, but it’s always been funny to me how many folks feel the need to provide the author with an itemized list of what’s wrong with their fic instead of just being like… hm, maybe this wasn’t for me and moving on.

I’m not usually someone who spends a lot of time thinking about reading/writing about sex for a number of reasons, but I can still appreciate that I have friends who write it well—and even more importantly, I can appreciate those things and make the choice not to read them if I think they’d made me uncomfortable, although DLDR doesn’t seem to be as widely accepted now as it was ten years ago (but that could be my bias talking).

Anyway (part two!) I’m with you on the sex front there—it can absolutely be a wonderful component of fics, whether it’s used in a significant way or just…used because a character wants to have a fun night and hook up with someone. It’s human! It’s normal! It should be just as acceptable as non-sexual scenes!

ngl miss andie i was so confused at first like ‘me? making a sex post? did i accidentally cross post??’ lmao

you bring up a great point here tbh. i’ve been *fingers crossed* lucky so far to only get the loveliest readers and haven’t had to deal with that kind of entitlement/sanctimonious attitude but comment lurking is one of my favorite activities so i’ve definitely seen it in other content creators’ spaces. in fact, the ‘this is so unrealistic/no one acts like this irl’ etc always gets me riled up because,,,,have these commenters never interacted with a real human?? people are complex and messy and imperfect and so, so problematic. they will do the stupidest shit for no reason other than they’re able to, and it doesn’t always make sense either (more than once, i’ve tried to look for my glasses while literally wearing them). i tend to do something similar tbh. assume that the author is pulling it out of somewhere, and even in the even they’re not, it’s fiction and it doesn’t have to make sense ykno? fanfiction is supposed to be fun and self indulgent; how does it matter if one character is being ridiculous or not?

(that being said tho, i was being v surface level in my tags lol. i didn’t exactly mean to include all ways of building tension bc every story needs some conflict, right? but i’ve seen this opinion a lot (for movies/shows/books) that sex is somehow ‘unnecessary’ most of the time. or that it’s the creator taking a lazy way out to pad their work. in contrast, with the non-sexual stuff, even when it doesn’t make sense in the larger story/character arcs, you often see popular tropes sprinkled in but getting nowhere near the same level of vitriolic resistance. no cries of ‘ew another miscommunication? that’s so gross. just say u can’t write and go’ type of shit. (to be fair, i don’t want those authors to get this feedback, just highlighting a double standard) and i do think part of that comes from a (sub)conscious view of sex as dirty/not meant to be openly talked about but no one wants to have that conversation here, least of all me lol)

but yeah, hard agree on the DLDR thing. i genuinely feel like things have become so hostile in fandoms lately because that and KINKTOMATO have all but eroded away, which is how you end up with all these people who equate fanfiction with paying for a service or commissioning an artist with the way they leave , like u said, ‘itemised lists’ of everything they don’t like/agree with. not everything is catered towards one person’s individual preferences and it doesn’t have to be.

#idk if i was explaining that middle part well #but i basically meant: people take a much harsher (and often conservative puritan bordering) stance on sex #that they won’t w other things even if it’s equivalent #and that bothers me #also. i think another reason for that kind of commenting is people forming this weird parasocial relationship w creators?#like. they feel like just bc they’re consuming this work they should be allowed to comment on all processes of it #and they fully forget there’s a real person on the other end of the screen #i wonder if these people would treat their irl friends showing them their art this way?#like imagine ur sister showing u a painting and the first thing u do is act like a pretentious critic #that’s not normal behaviour is it? or even societally acceptable?#idk i guess all of this ranting is just me being sad that so many of us aren’t bare minimum kind anymore lol #pen’s asks

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wiypt-writes · 3 years

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Soft Landing

One Shot

Summary: Vacation get-aways don’t always let you escape the past, but maybe you can help bring Andy back to the present. Just be careful not to pick up too many bumps and bruises along the way… Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Warnings: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Angst, language!

A/N: So this is another entry for @imanuglywombat ‘s “Is That Even A Sex Position” weekly challenge. This position is called “Louise”. See here for more information. This is my first time writing for Andy, and it appears I can’t even do a single smutty one shot for Lawyer daddy without inserting a fuck tonne of angst so…sorry!!!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this story bar the reader and other mentioned OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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You stirred in your bed, turning over and reaching out for your husband only to be met empty space, your fingers grasping at the cool sheets. Blinking, you propped yourself up on your forearms, squinting as your eyes grew accustomed to the low light in the hotel bedroom before you sat up, stretched a little and swung your legs out of bed.

You made your way out of the bedroom, poking your head into the next room down and, satisfied everything in there was as it should be, you made your way through to the living area of the suite and glanced around, spotting that the curtains covering the door leading to the balcony were blowing a little in the soft breeze.

You padded over to the door, pulled back the curtains a little more and you could just make out Andy’s frame, his broad, bare shoulders silhouetted against the early morning sun. Shoulders which carried a much heavier burden than when you had met almost six years previously.

You had been fresh out of law school back then, and he was not-so-fresh out of a break up with his wife. Neither of you had been looking for anything, but as is always the case, you always find the best things when you’re not searching.

Simply put, Andy Barber had swept you off your feet.

At almost 10 years his junior, the comments at first had been unkind but not unexpected. You’d been labelled “the rebound”, his “early midlife crisis”, a “convenient way to keep his dick warm whilst he got over Laurie.” But talk is cheap, as you had both proven when three years to the date you’d met he got down on one knee and you became relabelled his fiancée.

A year post that you relabelled again as his wife. And some twenty one months ago you’d relabelled once more as the mother of his child. A daughter he claimed looked just like you.

Ironically, you’d actually fallen pregnant on the last vacation you had taken. A family getaway to Mexico following Jacob’s acquittal when you’d all wrongly assumed the horrific dream was over, and you could finally wake up and get on with your lives.

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

In some sick twist of fate, you’d discovered you were pregnant the day of the accident that had claimed Jacob’s life, and later that of Laurie’s. The elation you and Andy had felt at the fact you were going to be parents together had been wrenched away from you in a single phone call from the police, and once more that shroud of dark despair had descended on your life turning the dream into a nightmare once more.

And for Andy the nightmares still continued, some two years post Jacob’s death and you knew without even seeing his face that was what had woken him and why he was now sat on the balcony of your stunning ocean view hotel suite in Cascais, Portugal instead of being in bed besides you.

“Hey.” You spoke softly as you slid the door open and he turned to look at you, his eyes carrying the familiar warmth that they always held for you, as you stepped into the balcony, taking care to leave the door open a crack just in case your daughter woke.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” He gave you a smile as you approached the sun-lounger he was perched on, facing out over the Atlantic, the first glimmer of the mid-June sun peeking over the horizon. “I didn’t wake you or Lia did I?”

Lia, or Halia to use her full name. Chosen by you and Andy for its meaning. A Hawaiian name for remembrance of a loved one. In this case the brother she would never meet.

“No, I checked in on her. She’s flat out.” You assured him, as he moved his legs, dropping them either side of the lounger allowing you to sit in between them, cross legged as you faced him. You studied him for a moment, cocking your head to one side as he gave you a gentle smile. “Get out of there, Bubs.” You gently reached up, tapping the side of his temple and he took a deep breath, his hand curling round yours, lacing your fingers together.

“Sorry, just got caught in a memory.” He offered as explanation. And to be fair, you didn’t need him to clarify any further. You knew, you always knew.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.” He swallowed, so you didn’t press further. You respected his wishes, just like he did to yours.

“Do you want a hug?” You offered instead, and he gave a soft smile, opening his arms. You shifted onto your knees, scooting forwards a little, wrapping your arms around him as he pressed his face into your neck, taking a deep breath as your hand ran through his soft hair and down his neck in gentle, sweeping arcs. You sat in silence for a moment, the lapping of the waves against the shore the only noise you could hear as you held him close, feeling him nuzzle further into you.

“Thank you.” He mumbled against your skin and you pulled back a little, sitting back on your heels as you looked at him

“What for?”

“Everything.” He shrugged, his hand reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes soft as he studied your face for a moment, his gaze flicking to your lips before it went further down and he arched an eyebrow. “And for wearing that.”

You chuckled a little as you glanced down at the pale blue silk slip, one of the thin straps had slipped down your shoulder slightly, your nipples pebbled against the thin fabric. “Well, someone bought it for me.” You looked back at him, smiling as you tugged your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“Yeah?” Andy’s eyes moved back to yours. “Anyone I know?”

“No, just someone very special to me.” You leaned forwards to press your lips to his.

“He’s a lucky man.” Andy whispered against your mouth

“I’m the lucky one.” You mumbled back. “And, whilst we’re on the subject, I would also like to thank you for what you’re wearing.” You grinned, your hands flat on his chest, smoothing down a little before they trailed back upwards, curling over his strong shoulders.

“I’m not.”

“Exactly.” You smirked, kissing him softly again.

Eventually the teasing pecks flowed into something much stronger, Andy’s arms curling round you, pulling you closer, domineering swipes of his tongue against yours set every single nerve in your body on edge. Your hand moved back down his chest, tracing his soft abs before you palmed his growing bulge through the sleep pants he was wearing, causing him to grunt a little.

Without a word, one of his hands trailed up the outside of your thigh, the other making its way along the inside of your opposite knee and you shifted a little, parting your legs, as his fingers delicately danced upwards to where you wanted him the most. When they softly parted your intimate lips he gave a little groan as he realised you were wearing no panties, and you swallowed as his fingers swirled in your slick, the pad of his thumb grazing your nub ever so gently.

“Always so ready for me.” He hummed.

“Yeah, it’s a curse.” You whispered back, as his spare hand slid the other strap of your slip down, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder as he pulled the front of the garment down, freeing your breasts. As he kissed his way along the swell of your cleavage, his tongue softly teased each taught nipple and your whimper caught in your throat, emerging as nothing but a soft squeak of delight. You felt his mouth curl up into a smile against your skin and you gently wrapped your hand around his wrist, halting his teasing fingers.

“Andy, I want you.” You whispered, your head falling back as you rocked your hips forwards against his hand as you held it in place. “Please.”

Andy didn’t reply, but with a grace unbefitting a man of his stature, he moved, kneeling up as he pulled his sleep pants down, his gorgeous cock springing free and slapping gently against the thin strip of hair that led down from his belly button. He drew his knees apart slightly as his hands grabbed your hips and he hauled you towards him, his lips pressing back to yours.

You positioned yourself over him, your knees hugging his torso as you lowered yourself down, both of you giving a groan as you took him in. Your feet remained by his knees, one hand sliding round his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, the other gripping at his forearm.

Andy rolled his hips upwards as you pressed your forehead to his, noses bumping together as he moved you gently, his rhythm slow and needy from the off. Large hands slid along your thighs, gently palming your ass before they slid up the back of your silk slip, coming to rest tenderly on your spine, holding you close. As he rocked upwards, you let your head fall back slowly and let out a soft sigh of delight as his lips caressed your throat, barely there kisses moved down your neck, that beard you loved so much scratching your skin as he went. Your grip on his arm and neck tightened a little, your nails softly grazing the nape of his neck as he once more lavished affection on your chest, and this time it was his turn to let out a soft groan into your skin. He loved when you touched him there, you’d often made a joke about how if he was a cat it would make him purr.

His mouth moved upwards again, tongue dipping into the hollow of your throat, tracing a path up to your jaw before his lips caught yours again, the kiss deep and needy, like he was at that moment. Your tongues danced lazily together, matching the slow, steady roll and rocking motion your hips were making. With a low grunt, Andy broke away, pulling back a little, his nose nudging your chin as he placed a soft kiss once more to your neck, his rhythm never changing as his hands pulled you even closer, pressing your chest into his.

“Baby, look at me.” His voice was a whisper, and it was a request not a demand, but a request you were more than happy to meet. Your eyes locked onto those deep, ocean blues which were blown with love and lust and you simply held his gaze as he continued to rock up into you, stroking that spot inside that drove you wild.

You could feel the burning, deep in the pit of your stomach, and your hips started to move a little more as you ground down against him, desperate for the friction against your clit and you let out a little cry as you found it, Andy bucking up a little deeper and faster, reading your body language perfectly, just like he always could.

Moving your hands, you cupped his face, the pads of your fingers tangling in his beard as he closed his eyes, those ridiculously long eyelashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks and you pushed down again, rotating your hips, watching with satisfaction as he tipped his head back, a groan flowing freely from his lips, the softly whispered “don’t stop” barely audible, his voice was that deep.

Seeing him so suppliant was something you would never get tired of, because you loved this beautiful, wonderful man with everything you had. You’d both been through so much, yet still made it through the other side as strong as ever, the ultimate sign of your love sleeping in the room inside as you gave yourselves to one another whilst the dawn continued to break over the ocean, tendrils of light purples, oranges and yellow snaring around the pair of you, enveloping you in their warmth, heating the very depth of your souls.

“I love you.” You pulled his face back to yours, kissing him once more, your lips resting against his as you told him again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, so fahkin’ much.” His Boston twang grew more pronounced as did the movements of his hips, his rolls turning into thrusts as you met him movement for movement, pushing down, rocking yourself against him. The burn you had been feeling was now boiling hot as it bubbled to the surface, and you knew that any moment now you were going to erupt into flames.

“Fuck, Andy, I need…”

“Take it, Honey, it’s all yours…” He surged upwards, his hands flat against your back, pulling you to him as you kissed him deeply, before you’re head tipped back as the world around you tilted on its axis, your stomach tightening as you clenched down around him, your release crashing over you like the waves on the shore below. Your entire body went rigid, his name on your lips became nothing but a choked, strangled moan as he continued to rut up into you, his face pressing into your neck as he chased his own bliss.

"Fuck, Sweetheart..." Andy growled as with one final thrust upwards, his body stiffened and he spilled himself inside you, his cock twitching as the aftershocks of your orgasm kept your walls clamping down on him. His head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut and his jaw clenched before he relaxed a little, chest sagging as his arms clutched you to him, as if he never wanted to let you go.

Which, if he didn't, that was perfectly fine by you.

You leaned forward gently, sliding your nose along his, your lips brushing together as he gave a soft smile. With a satisfied sigh he leaned back, taking you with him as he made to settle you down against the back of the lounger you were laying on. Only he didn't stop, he kept going, his eyes flying open with surprise as the back of the lounger collapsed and you were suddenly pitched forward as the other end tipped up sending Andy crashing backwards onto the balcony with a loud bang as the metal frame of the lounger hit the sandstone tiled surface, you still clutched securely to his chest.

There was a pause as the pair of you looked at each other in surprise before Andy's head fell back and he gave a huge bellow of laughter and you hastily clamped your hand over his mouth in an attempt to stifle the noise, trying to supress your own giggles. One of Andy's hand's moved from your back as you sat up a little, legs still straddling his waist, his softening cock still stuffed deep inside you. He curled his fingers around the wrist of the hand you had pressed over his mouth and he pulled it away, pressing a kiss to your palm, his beard twitching as he continued to chuckle softly, his eyes crinkled at the corner.

"You okay?" He asked, his lips curling up into a smile and you nodded, running your hands through his hair as his fell to your hips.

“Yeah, I had a soft landing.” You teased, causing him to snort out another laugh. "All these years and you can still make the Earth move for me, Barber."

"Well, I aim to please." he quipped as you leaned down to press your lips to his.

"Is everything alright?" You head a voice say which stopped you mid kiss. Your eyes flew open, as did Andy's and the pair of you looked at one another, as Andy started to laugh again.

"Yeah, fine, just a little...mishap with the sun lounger." You called over to where the voice had come from, the next room down to yours.

"But thank you for asking." Andy added, polite as always.

"No problem!" The male voice shot back, before you heard the sliding of a door and the click of a lock as it shut.

"Reminds me of that time at my parents when we broke my old bed." You giggled and Andy snorted, his hands smoothing over your thighs.

"In my defence, that thing was almost as old as me.”

"Well that's a load of shit." You grinned, looking down at him, your hands sliding through his rumpled, fluffy hair. "I only got it when I was eighteen, and given that you're ten years older than me that would mean-"

"Yeah, okay, shut up." He mumbled as his hand reached round the back of your neck, pulling you back down to him.

#uglywombatsexpositionchallenge #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #reader insert #andy barber smut #chris evans #chris evans characters

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walkerismychoice · 3 years

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Queen of My Heart - Chapter 36

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake X MC, Liam X Olivia, Hana X OC Lydia

Rating: NSFW (I didn’t intend it but it just happened

Summary: Liam finally clears the air with Constantine, and we go to the Fire and Ice Ball at Lythikos, the final social season even before Liam chooses his future Queen.

A/N: Umm, I don’t even want to know how many years it’s been since I updated, but it is with the encouragement of you readers that I was compelled to finish. My tag list is probably way outdated and I’m sure I’ve missed some poeple who’ve asked to be tagged along the way. Feel free to let me know either way if you want to be tagged or removed from the list.

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Word Count: 2861

Queen of My Heart Chapter Index

“Hello, Father.” Liam greeted Constantine as he walked into the hospital room. He noted the King's color was back to normal and he seemed in good spirits.

"My son, I knew you'd come!" Constantine reached towards Liam with arms outstretched.

Liam just shook his head and held up a hand to stop him. "This is not that kind of visit. I'm here because I know... I know everything."

"What-" Constantine choked out before a coughing fit ensued.

Liam fought the instinctual urge to comfort his father. "Enough with the theatrics. I know about Madeleine...about you threatening the show if they didn't help her win...as if me choosing the woman I plan to spend my life with is some political game to be won."

"How did you find out? I gave strict orders that my demands were confidential."

Liam scoffed. "Seriously? I just told you I found out you tried to have the producers manipulate me into marrying a woman I don't love, and that's all you had to say for yourself?"

"You have to understand," Constantine pleaded. "Madeleine is what's best for Cordonia, and what's best for Cordonia is what's best for you."

"Unbelievable!" Liam felt the anger rising in his chest like a simmering pot ready to boil over. "You may have told yourself that to feel better about choosing your commitments to Cordonia over happiness, love, family... Maybe you’ve lied to yourself for so long you’ve actually started to believe it, but it's one hundred percent bullshit. I know I'll be a more effective leader if I get to choose the woman I want by my side, and that woman is Olivia."

Constantine's jaw dropped and there was a long pause before he gained his composure to protest. "Absolutely not. You know her family's history. I'd rather have you on the same page as me, but I am still King-"

"Save your breath," Liam shut him down. "You should know that your perfect candidate Madeleine has displayed some behavior quite unbecoming of a future queen, and it is all on film. I know Cordonians are generally flexible with their views on monogamy, but I don't think Madeleine sleeping with the host of the show while she's trying to compete for my affection will look good in anyone's eyes. She has been eliminated from the show and is no longer in the running. That leaves only Riley aside from Olivia, and I know you know what's going on there."

Constantine's face fell momentarily in resignation, but then he perked back up again. "Well, then you can bring back someone else. Kiara is quite lovely and is fit to play the part."

"Enough!" Liam practically shouted much too loud for the thin hospital walls. "Not that I owe you an explanation, but Olivia is stronger, smarter, and more capable of ruling a country than anyone you could hope to pair with me. You seem to forget that I am the son who stuck by you and am now the rightful and only heir to the throne. Your reign is coming to an end, and you have no choice but to accept my decision."

Unexpectedly, Constantine's demeanor changed, a sly grin creeping across his face. "My boy, I've always been a bit worried you were too soft to be king. However, seeing you stand up for yourself today gives me hope. I still don't approve of your choice, but I will no longer stand in your way."

Liam shook his head and let out an incredulous laugh, reeling from Constantine’s sudden change of course. "Bastien will take you back to the palace. We can talk more when I know it's not just the medicine that's gotten to your head."

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“Well, this place certainly explains a lot about Olivia.” Riley mused aloud as she scanned the ballroom. Ornate floor to ceiling windows with deep alcoves were surrounded by walls with intricate, gilded accents leading up to a hand-painted ceiling measuring at least 3 stories high. The grandeur of the space was both intimidating and beautiful at the same time, much like its owner.

“Has she shown you all the toys in her armory yet? That too says a lot about Olivia," Drake chuckled at his own joke.

Riley laughed along. “No, but she does constantly remind me she keeps a dagger hidden under her skirt. Are you sure Liam knows what he’s in for?”

"Heh. Better him than me, that's for sure. Liam's warm and fuzzy exterior can make him seem like a pushover, but he can hold his own when it matters. Olivia needs someone who can roll with her mood swings but still call her on her bullshit when needed."

"You know, I admit I had a little trouble wrapping my brain around Liam choosing Olivia, but when you put it that way, it makes sense. Now I suppose I need to find Kat so I can figure out if I need to dance with Liam or something. Ugh, I cannot wait until all these balls are over.

Drake almost doubled over laughing. "Oh, Bennett, I hate to break it to you, but this shit never ends. Next will be the coronation, then some charity gala, Liam's wedding...the list goes on. Welcome to your life as a noble woman."

Riley stared ahead blankly as a giant wave of realization washed over her. It was all so much, so fast. She'd never had time to think past the next day to consider this was all ending soon, and then what? Did she stay with her new-found family and live this life that was still foreign to her in so many ways? What about her life in New York? Sure, she didn't have much going on at the moment, but she still had her aunt Susan and best friend Sarah along with some good friends at work like Daniel. Becoming a therapist was still one of her goals, at least it was until the day she left for Cordonia. Now everything was so unclear, and she could hardly breathe.

Drake must have noticed her face looking some kind of way because he placed a hand on the small of her back and guided her to an open doorway to a nearby balcony. "Why don't we get you some air before you go off and do your thing for the show?"

Once outside and around the corner of the wraparound balcony, Drake pulled Riley into his chest, holding her securely, and she was almost instantly calmed. All the what-ifs fell away, and it was just them. All she needed was the be with him, wherever that turned out to be, and everything else would fall into place.

But what if Drake didn't quite feel the same? They'd been talking as if they'd be together indefinitely, but in reality, they'd only known each other two months. The anxious fluttering in her chest started up again.

Drake pulled back to look her in the eyes. "Riley, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. You know, we're both still half American. We can move back to the states....or uh, I mean you can move back to the states if that's what you want." His eyes darted bashfully to the ground.

Riley's face lit up, the nervous thumping in her chest giving way to excited butterflies. "I like the sound of 'we' better if that's what you really meant. You'd really move back to the U.S. with me? I mean I've hardly had the chance to think about what I want, so that may be irrelevant, but you seriously see a future with me?"

"I do." Drake smiled earnestly. "I'm sure anyone who knows me will think I've gone mad, but whether it means being in New York City and putting up with cramped apartments and way too many people, living a quieter, simple life in Texas, or stealing moments away at dreadful Cordonian events such as this, I know we can make our own happiness...together."

"Wow, the Drake Walker I met two months ago would not believe what's coming out of your mouth right now." Riley touched the back of her hand to Drake's forehead in jest. "Are you sure you aren't running a fever?"

"Haha, very funny." Drake swiftly but gently pushed Riley back again the stone wall. "I'm not feeling ill, but I know how to make your temperature rise.

"You pushing me against duchy walls is becoming a thing, huh? Must have really enjoyed the almost public sex last time."

"Possibly," Drake teased as he slipped his hand through the side-slit in her icy-blue gown, gently gliding his fingers up her thigh. Riley braced herself as Drake neared the place she wanted him the most. Goosebumps gave way to a burning need before she remembered where they were.

"Wait." She pushed a hand against his chest. "We're not exactly alone here, and we've gone to such lengths to keep this under wraps. Someone could walk out here at any moment."

Drake shrugged. "I know it may be a bit reckless, but honestly at this point, I don't care. I just want you."

Riley opened her mouth to protest but nothing came out before Drake swooped in for a searing kiss. She instantly melted into him, Drake continuing his earlier action and deftly plunging two fingers inside her, his eyes widening slightly in surprise when he noticed there was no fabric barrier to work around. A strangled moan escaped Riley's throat as he stroked the exact spot he knew always left her at his mercy.

Drake pulled back with a satisfied grin. "Do you want me to stop? Just say the word and we'll go back in right now."

Instead of answering, Riley yanked him by the collar and crushed her lips to his. Drake responded by hoisting her up and over to the balcony. He perched her atop the railing, one hand grasped firmly around her waist and the other making quick work of undoing his pants.

Teetering on the narrow ledge two stories high, Riley clamped her hand tightly to the railing on either side of her and Drake noticed. "I've got you Bennett, no need to worry. I won't let anything happen to you. I'm just doing my job after all," he said with a smirk.

She smiled at his reference to what was now an inside joke between them. But all joking aside, he always made her feel safe. She released her grip, flinging her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

Drake eased his cock free and Riley could tell how hard he was just by sight, the skin stretched taught from his perfect proportion of thickness and length. He lifted her dress and she couldn't wait any longer. She pulled him in and he took the invitation to thrust inside her. Even as wet was she was, his size created just the right amount of fullness and friction to take her breath away.

Riley moaned and gasped with each thrust, which in turn seemed to turn Drake on even more. The thrill of being up so high with nothing but him to hold her only added to her excitement and when he began rubbing circles over her clit with his thumb that was all it took to push her figuratively over the edge. She tightened around him everywhere, her orgasm eliciting immense heat and pleasure with every pulse, resulting in Drake picking up his pace until his own release followed shortly thereafter.

Drake carefully set Riley down before putting himself back together. "I'm almost a little disappointed we didn't nearly get caught this time."

"If I don't get back in there immediately, that's still a possibility." Riley had no idea how much time had passed but it was probably more than she thought. "Fuck, Kat is going to be pissed." Riley straightened her skirt and started towards the ballroom door.

"Wait!" Drake puller her in for a quick kiss. "I love you. Just so you don't forget."

Riley rolled her eyes but smiled. "You know you have nothing to worry about. If Liam's charms haven't wooed me yet, I think you’re safe. But I love you too. Now go do your job." She smacked him on the ass before hustling back to the ballroom, Drake following shortly thereafter.

As expected, Kat was frantic when Riley found her. “Where the fuck were you? You were supposed to meet up with me twenty minutes ago?”

Overhearing Riley’s scolding, Olivia smugly sidled up next to them. “I mean, I didn’t mind getting extra time with Liam, but you know Jo and Kat and there ‘ratings’, Olivia said while gesturing with air quotes. She scanned Riley from head to toe and then glanced over to Drake on the perimeter. “Ugh, I can tell you exactly what, or rather who she was doing. Gross. I guess that just makes my position more secure, but really, couldn’t you have waited until after my ball to fuck him?”

Riley sheepishly smoothed her hair and adjusted her dress. “I just needed some air, that’s all. I was having a moment.”

Olivia scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Whatever you want to call it. Although I still cannot fathom why you chose Drake, I suppose I should be a little easier on you for eliminating yourself from the competition and allowing Liam to break free of his distraction of the shiny new object.”

“Aww, Olivia, that’s so sweet. Next thing you know we’ll be best friends,” Riley replied sarcastically.

“I don’t know about friends...but I do dislike you less than the rest of them.” Olivia tried and failed to hold back a smile.

“I’ll take it,” Riley said with a laugh before turning to Jo. “Okay, now tell me where I need to be.”

Jo set Riley up with Liam on the dance floor. It still wasn’t hard to pretend to be into Liam because it wasn’t all pretend, but there was no lingering pining between them.

“Well, I spoke to my father this morning.” Liam spun Riley around and brought her back to face him.

“Finally!” Riley exclaimed. “How did that go?”

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around it to be completely honest, but it went surprisingly well. I told him I knew everything, and he no longer had a say in my decision. He tried to argue with me at first, but somehow something I said made him respect me. He still may not agree with my choice, but I think this is finally all over! I am free to choose who I want without any threat or blackmail hanging over my head.

Riley pulled Liam in and hugged him tightly. “That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you, and for all of us.” The weight on Riley’s shoulders was suddenly ten times lighter. She hadn’t let herself think too deeply about how much was at stake, but now that the air was clear, she realized how stressed she had been. “Now all that’s left is for you to tear my heart to pieces on national television, and you get your fairy tale ending.”

Liam chuckled. “I’ll try to let you down easy.”

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Drake stood in his usual position off the side of the dance floor. This may not be the last of these events he’d have to endure, but at least it should be the last time he’d have to stand on the sidelines watching Riley dance with someone else. He was secure in what they had, but it still didn’t stop that twinge of jealously seeing her and Liam together talking, touching, and having fun. But it wasn’t a bad thing that his best friend and girlfriend get along so well. Girlfriend...that’s the first time he’d used that term for anyone he’d “dated”, even if only in his head. It was hard to believe everything was falling into place.

Drake took his eyes off Riley to scan the perimeter. What he saw didn’t immediately register as out of the ordinary, but then he quickly recalled this person walking towards the dance floor wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Bastien, check out three o’clock.” Drake altered Bastien via his radio earpiece. “How did she get in here without security clearance?”

“I don’t know.” Bastien replied. “I’ll check with the other guys to see who let her in. Keep an eye on her.”

Drake watched in concern as Madeleine marched towards the dance floor. She’d been banned from the rest of filmed events after her stunt. Not wanting to let her cause a scene, Drake was about to stop her from getting any closer, when she pulled out an unmistakable object. She had a gun and it was pointed right at Riley and Liam.

Before Drake could alert the rest of the team, people started to scatter. He heard a familiar click and knew he had to disarm Madeleine immediately, but it was too late. A shot went off and he didn’t hesitate. Drake dove between the bullet and his two best friends on the dance floor, and that would be the last thing he remembered before he hit the floor.

#QOMH #TRR #drake x mc #ns*fw #playchoices fanfiction #the royal romance #my fic

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quietmyfearswith · 3 years

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their love language ; preferences

warnings — fluff (?) couple of swear words

characters — andy barber, steve rogers, jake jensen, bucky barnes, carter baizen, lance tucker, syverson, will shaw (cold light of day), august walker

a/n — just something i put together lmao asks are open for anything

with their little

masterlist

andy barber — physical touch and words of affirmation

It wasn’t unusual that Andy brought home work; but more often than not concerning. Not only was he overworking himself, but it also led him to doubt and question his own capabilities. And Y/N knew when these unwanted thoughts would start to plague Andy’s mind and she knew just how to prevent them from affecting him severely. Creeping up behind him, she placed her hands on his shoulders giving him a massage he didn’t know his body was begging for. “How you doing, handsome?” she asked sweetly as she placed a small kiss on the back of his ear. Turning his head slightly so he could reciprocate the kiss but on her hand, “Making slow but significant progress.” She hummed, moving her fingers from his shoulders and to his temples she tried to rub off the stress that seemed to have its epicenter at his forehead. “Well all that was possible because of you, angel, you and that big brain of yours.” Andy grabbed both her hands and turned to her; she knew what was gonna happen next — he was gonna argue with what she said and instead claim that he wasn’t that good and he could have done it quicker or done more. But before he even had a chance to do so, she slanted her lips on his to shut him up. “I’m gonna shut you up with a kiss every time you talk shit about yourself,” the man’s entire body vibrated with laughter as turned his chair around to face Y/N and grabbed her so she sat down on his lap, “In that case we might be kissing for a long time, love.”

august walker — acts of service

August’s dedication wasn’t only limited to his work; but also to his beloved Y/N. He’d like to think that the reason that he exposed himself to the dangers of the world is so that he could guarantee her safety. But on the instances wherein he wasn’t on a mission and instead was back home with her, he never missed out on an opportunity to make her feel safe and loved. Since he was having downtime from a mission, he took it upon himself to bring you to work and pick you up. It didn’t matter if it was out of his way or he had a busy day, it was something he loved to do. He loved having one hand on the steering wheel and the other on her warm thigh; just like how they were right now following her departure from her work. “I noticed how your laundry was piling up, so I washed it already. Also found the missing sock you were whining about last week,” Y/N looked at August and decided to tease him as she jokingly accused him, “I knew it! You hid it somewhere in our home.” His hand that was comfortably resting on her thigh left its place and went for her sides, tickling her. Hearing her giggles, made him boyishly smile, “That’s not what happened, missy. I was cleaning the house — because you were whining about how cluttered and messy it was getting and you didn’t have the time to clean it up — and somehow found that fuzzy sock of yours in the kitchen.” Upon learning what her man was up to, she was shocked and teased him more by saying, “Are you sure you should be a CIA agent and not a house cleaner? Seems like it’s one thing you absolutely love to do.” placing his hand back on her thigh, August rubbed her thigh warmly as he spoke, “Only for you love, I’ll do anything for you.”

bucky barnes — words of affirmation

For the majority of his life, he was used to hearing gruesome and morbid orders that were tasked for him to carry out. He was so used to hearing yells and harsh voices ringing in his ears; but now since he was free from their abusive hold, he didn’t have to hear the same sounds again. “Wakey wakey sleeping beauty,” was whispered into his ear, snapping him out of his sleeping state. Turning over, he looked at Y/N and smiled, “Are you sure I’m sleeping beauty and not you?” She just chuckled at his rebuttal as she laid her head on his chest and looked up at him, “I’m sure it’s you who’s the sleeping beauty I mean have you seen this face?” She took note as she ran her finger through his sculpted face, “Jawline that can cut deep, lips that are soft and delectable, eyes that are extremely expressive.” She then let her hand go down to where his heart was and delicately traced over it as she further explained, “And of course, what’s inside of you takes the cake of what makes you the sleeping beauty; a caring nature, compassionate to others, wit that is incomparable, and has so much love to give.” The super soldier could feel his heart swell double its current size with how comforting and heartfelt her compliment was. Grateful tears threatened to leave his eyes as she placed a chaste kiss on his chest and assured him, “Everything about you is beautiful, Bucky.”

jake jensen — quality time

“Are you free this Saturday?” Jake asked as he directed his focus from the computer to his girlfriend as she placed a mug of coffee on his working table. Curious and hopeful eyes were behind the lensed frame, hoping she would say that she was available. Leaning against his desk she crossed her arms and gave him a mocking look, “Depends on who’s asking and why,” but the puppy of man just grabbed at her forearms and pouted. “Please baby? I was hoping you’d be down for laser tag? Or if you don’t want to do that maybe we can watch a movie?” Y/N could not help but coo at how adorable her boyfriend looked; for a man who was part of the army he was too much of a softie. He despised having to be away from home for missions since he was always aching to spend time with you — and it didn’t really matter to him what it was you two were doing you could be museum-hopping, hiking, having a movie marathon, or just cuddling in bed. Which explains as to why he was inquiring whether or not you were available to spend time with him; leaning down to kiss his forehead, Y/N decided to put him out of his misery, “Yes love, I’m free on Saturday, we can go out for laser tag.” Standing up from where he was sitting down he excitedly wrapped his arms around the woman who was now laughing at how she mimicked the elation of a child. “Thank you, baby, can’t wait to kick your ass then.”

syverson — physical touch and quality time

Having been home from a deployment, it felt odd for Sy to not wake up when the sun was barely up or to not be squished with other men in a small space. Feeling movement in the bed where he lay, he quickly opened both his eyes and looked at the source of it. “Come back,” he groggily mumbled as he pulled Y/N closer and buried his face on her neck. “What if there’s somewhere I need to be, bear?” It was a surprise when she felt him whine, this alpha of a man whined at the thought of having to be away with his girlfriend. “I am gonna have to lock you inside the house, I just came back and there’s no way I’m gonna let you out until we’ve made up for lost time.” As she played with his short hair she pressed a kiss on the side of his forehead, “Good thing I have the week off then, huh?” his head shot up from her neck and looked at her excitedly, “No shit, baby? I get you all to myself for the whole week?” Nodding she busied her fingers again by running it through his buzz cut hair again. Feeling his thick arms wrap around her, she could feel the happiness and contentment resonate through his whole body. “I’m not letting you out of my hold, let alone my sight — I’m gonna need you all close to me and we’re gonna do everything together.”

lance tucker — physical touch

Having been involved in gymnastics at a young age, Lance’s hands were calloused and rough due to vigorous training. This then led him to be quite insecure and apprehensive when it came to physical contact with others, especially with someone he loves; for he fears they might run off once they feel the rough texture of his hands. Coming home from a long day filled with coaching he slumped down on the couch and took a deep breath. His muscles ached and it was starting to reach the point where it bothered him. “Hey bub, you just got home?” Y/N appeared from the kitchen and sat down beside the gymnast. As if on instinct, Lance laid his head on her lap and started to move his face around — as if it was a cat begging to be pet. Chuckling she did play with his hair with one hand while the other held on to his one hand. Letting out a satisfied hum he then began to vaguely recount his day, “Long day of coaching, switching up styles, correcting postures.” At the brief recount Y/N could feel how Lance tensed up and wanted to help him out hence why she offered, “How ‘bout you lie here and let me get that lavender oil you love? Then I can give the god of gymnastics a massage.” his eyes lit up and immediately lifted his head off her comfortable lap and laid down on his stomach as he tiredly mumbled, “Thank you baby, you’re massages are the best and I love your gentle touch.”

steve rogers — acts of service

Since retiring, Steve found himself comforted by having a routine. And much of his routine involves the things he does for Y/N — the love of his life. After finishing his morning run around the neighborhood, he immediately prepares coffee and sets out to cook breakfast. Upon padding down the stairs of their shared home, Y/N smiles at the sight of Steve placing the bacon, egg, and toast on two plates. “Good morning, honey,” she greeted him with a kiss on his lips. “Breakfast for my love,” he said as he placed a plate in front of her and slid to the seat opposite from where she was. “You have a busy day ahead of you, right?” She hummed in response to his question as she took a sip of the coffee he made, “Well I went to the gas station and made sure you had a full tank; I also prepared you your favorite lunch,” he pointed to the small lunch bag he bought her a few months back upon learning she would sometimes not have enough time to buy lunch if she had a busy day from work; so he took it upon himself to prepare lunch for her everyday. Placing her mug down, she held one of his hands in her own and looked at him fondly, “You spoil me too much; I think I’m getting too dependent on you.” Lifting her hand to his lips, he placed a few gentle kisses in the back of her palm and spoke sincerely, “I wouldn’t mind that at all, doll.”

carter baizen — receiving gifts

Luxurious and designer brands were something that Carter always had. It didn’t matter what kind of item it was — clothes, shoes, car, appliance, or electronics — but it was guaranteed that Carter had that object through the most expensive brand they had. So it was a surprise not only to Y/N, but also to Carter himself about how excited and touched he was every time the former gave him a gift. “Carter, I’m home!” Her yell seemed to bounce off the walls of his penthouse; one that was merely a living space but was turned into a warm and comforting home once she stepped foot in it, and in his life as well. “Hey, how was Canada?” he asked as he was seated on the sectional couch and patted for the spot beside him. Taking up on his offer she sat beside him as she placed a paper bag in his lap, “It was great! And I got this for you.” smiling, he thanked her for the gift and opened the bag as he pulled out the stuffed moose that was inside it, “A moose?” She nodded her head excitedly, “Well I don’t know, it just reminded me of you. Like you both have this cold and hard exterior; but really you both are softies,” she ended her explanation with a nervous giggle, fear settling in that Carter didn’t really like the gift. But as if he could read her thoughts he eased her nervousness with a smile and booped her nose, “Well it’s the best gift anyone has ever given me; so thank you, princess.” she sighed dramatically and leaned her back against his chest, and he wraps his arms around you and laughs at her silly antics. “That’s what you always say every time I give you something.” Holding the moose with one hand he shook it around as he talked in a silly voice, as if mimicking a cartoon character, “Well that’s because I do love everything you give me.”

will shaw — words of affirmation

In his pursuit of establishing himself as a businessman and entrepreneur, Will has heard a fair share of rejections and bad news. In fact he was so used to hearing these that it was quite rare and refreshing for him to hear reminders of positivity; and it wasn’t until Y/N came into his life and served to be the breath of fresh air for Will. Hanging up the phone call, Will let out an exasperated sigh and loosened the tie on his neck. Despite being successful in securing a meeting with potential business partners, he felt defeated as it took too much time and effort. The ringtone of his phone made him roll his eyes; though he did pick the phone up and answer the call without looking at the caller ID. “Yes, Mr. Scott?” Instead of the husky voice he was just talking to, it was instead the sweet voice of his girlfriend as she teased him, “Not a Mr. Scott, but should I be worried that you might like him more than me?” Upon hearing her voice he chuckled and shook his head, “No babe, there’s only you.” She laughed as well but despite that she was worried about him, “You alright, babe? Have you eaten?” Sitting up straight, he briefed her on what has happened so far, “Yeah I had a salad earlier. But guess what? I have a meeting with Mr. Scott, and if things go well they’re gonna be our business partners.” Her excited squeal made him excited as well, “That’s great babe! I told you that there was no need to doubt your presentation and skill!” Placing his hand on his chin, “I think you’re being too confident in me, babe” he sighed. “Well how could I not?” she said as she began listing off the qualities she admired about him, “You always get back up despite how many times you’ve fallen down, you’re determined to achieve what you want and will do all means to do so, and of course have you seen how good-looking you are? Mr. Scott would be an idiot to say no to that pretty face.” Her last remark had him roaring with laughter and shook his head at his silliness, “Oh babe, you do know how to boost someone’s confidence huh?”

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keelywolfe · 3 years

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FIC: Knick Knack Paddy Whack (BAON)

Summary: As far as Stretch is concerned, there's only one solution when you're addicted to thrift stores. Selling all the crap you bought so you can buy more!

Notes: Stepping outside of the main storyline for a moment, we'll get back to the aftermath we're all expecting in a moment. 😁

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationships, Domestic Fluff

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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Stretch was a bonafide thrift-a-holic, he honestly was, and he knew it. It was an important thing to know about yourself, really, because certain problems arose from bad case of oooh-shiny-itis.

Sure, one ceramic zombie hand thrusting up from the dresser to hold his rings and change was an awesome thing to behold, but an entire collection of zombie hands was a tough sell to the person you were living with, especially if that person was Edge. Not that he’d managed to find a collection of zombie hands and if he had, that thrift store would have been on the weekly check list, for sure. But the same premise applied to ‘zombie hand plus an entire horde of other bizarre ceramics surrounding it’.

Stretch wasn’t bitter about the limitations when it came to his collection, nah, he got it. There were certain things you couldn’t ask for from the person you love, and a house filled up with weird tchotchkes that looked like they belonged to the grandmother of the chainsaw massacre family was a step too far. Plus, asking Edge for more space would be unfair. He’d either agree because he didn’t want to tell Stretch no, or he’d say no and feel bad about it. Nah, the set of porcelain dragons playing instruments in a rock band he’d found wasn’t that important, not if it gave Edge a case of the guilts.

Problem was, Stretch really couldn’t resist sometimes. How was he supposed to turn away a wedding painting of Yoda and Kermit the frog? Or a coffee mug with a penguin orgy on it? He couldn’t, that’s how, but his allotted space was filling up in the house proper and soon he’d started to amass quite the collection in his lab, too. It was when the overflow expanded enough to start infringing on his erlenmeyer flasks that he decided he needed a new strategy. Science waited for no one and definitely not anything with the word ‘taxidermy’ included.

That’s when Stretch came up with the plan. Okay, it wasn’t a plan, exactly, more like a flash in the pants of brief inspiration, but hell, he’d been flying by on those his entire life, why stop now?

One of the places he frequented was an antique mall, which was a fancy way of saying one rung on the ladder above actual thrift store, except they rented stalls for people to sell their stuff, so maybe it was more like a glorified garage sale. People carted in their junk for other people to buy and the cashier up front handled all the transactions. Minimal time, minimal effort, that was exactly what he and his kitsch needed, so Stretch went ahead and rented a stall of his own.

The not-exactly-a-plan worked out pretty well. He could buy something at the thrift shop and proudly display it for a while around the house, and then when it came time to replace it with a new find, he’d add it to his stall and whatever money came from it, he donated to the local kid’s charity that the Antique Mall supported. That meant he got in his kicks and joy without looking like a prequel to a Hoarders episode and Edge only had to deal with the octopus tentacle ashtray for a few weeks.

Seriously, it was a win-win all the way around.

A few things did take up permanent residence, of course; he couldn’t give up his zombie hand. But so long as it wasn’t a clown, (clowns were disposed of by Edge immediately and with great prejudice), he was allowed things like his nested Matryoshka dolls of Nicolas Cages for a time.

About once a week he went down to add new things to his stall, mostly during the weekday hours when the buses were on the empty side and he could take up an extra seat with his box of additions. It wasn’t exactly a secret, Andy came along a few times to help, but he never really mentioned it to Edge. Not until today when Stretch realized he’d let things go a little too long and he had some extra boxes to haul down.

Better to take care of it while he was thinking about it, otherwise it tended to turn into an endless cycle of ‘oh, I should do that today’ and him forgetting, but aside from the extra lugging required, it was also Saturday and the bus would be loaded. Hitching a ride would be required, plus a little extra muscle, and his husband was his favorite source for both.

He found Edge in the kitchen, sitting at their temporary table with his laptop and yeah, it was Saturday, time to drag him away from whatever bullshit work he was doing. Stretch put on his best wheedling face and asked, “babe? can you give me a lift today?”

“Of course.” Edge didn’t look up, what a total waste of Stretch’s beguiling charms. His gloved fingertips were soft against the keyboard as he finished whatever he was typing before glancing up at Stretch, and maybe his schmoozing wasn’t entirely wasted; the way Edge closed the lid on his laptop spoke of a guilty conscious for working on his day off. “Where are we going?”

“downtown,” Stretch tucked his hands into his pockets and rocked on his heels. “i need to hit up my junk and disorderly shop.”

That got him a pause, “Your what?”

“heh, you’ll see.” Stretch curled a finger at Edge in a ‘come hither’ motion that his husband didn’t follow, only watched suspiciously. “c’mon, i need you to help me carry some stuff.”

“This ride is starting to sound less like transport and more like a chore.” But Edge followed him to the basement for the boxes, and, surprise surprise, his willingness to help went up a few notches from wary to eager when he figured out what Stretch was doing. Eh, couldn’t blame him. At the top of the pile was a plush frog with the top hat that played ‘hello my baby’ whenever you pushed on its foot, something Red did every single time he walked past it, plus anytime he’d felt like shortcutting in for a quick press. Time to let it damage the sanity of another family.

The boxes were tossed into the trunk of Edge’s car, frog and all, and soon they were on the road, heading downtown. Truth be told, Stretch wasn’t sure what Edge would make of the place. He tolerated thrift stores well enough, but the antique mall was a different kind of beast. An entire building of obscure collections cluttered together into eclectic displays that others were trying to barter and sell.

There were stalls filled with milk crates of old records, shelves and shelves of antique glassware and dishes. Some stalls had vintage clothing, feathery boas mixed in with disco pants and ruffled aprons. Old instruments, rusty farm equipment, strange kitchen gadgets that looked more dangerous than useful, this place had everything and then some.

Plus, the mall had a certain sort of smell, a musty, dusty scent verging on decay that settled into the sinuses and hung around for a while. Stretch thought it was the smell of a life well-lived and he kinda liked it; after years of thrifting, he associated it with finding treasures, but who knew if Edge felt the same. His tastes in smells (heh) ran more to clean and green, not old-timey funk. Could be it reminded him of shower mildew.

Whatever his opinion of the odors, Edge kept it to himself. He helped with the box carrying and checked out Stretch’s stall curiously but didn’t say much. Probably recognized the stuff on the shelves as having once been on a table or Stretch’s nightstand, until the glee wore off and it ended up gathering dust in the basement. He wandered off at some point, heading into the depths of the mall, and left Stretch to restock his meagre wares.

It took longer than he’d expected. Since he’d opened up his stall, not everything Stretch found thrifting found its way into the house proper anymore. Some of it he bought as a straight-to-video option and he was getting pretty good at finding interesting doodads at the thrifty places that might sell better here, location, location, location, that was the ticket.

Stretch always priced his junk reasonably, usually not much more than he’d paid for it. Wasn’t like he needed the money, and besides, Stretch knew himself pretty damn well, therapy did that to a guy. At the end of the day, he knew what this was really about; all an elaborate scheme to satisfy the inner packrat in his soul that struggled sometimes with giving things away.

Bartering had been built in him before he could say the word; in the Underground, he’d gotten damn good at getting deals for what he could scrounge at the dump. This was the same thing, really, just with slightly different stakes. Dinner wasn’t riding on his latest stash of dvds anymore, always a plus, and these days he could simply look at the empty shelves, content in the knowledge that his Smeagol cardboard cutout had found a new home.

Hey, therapy wasn’t the only way to work out a few kinks in your internal lines.

When the last box was emptied, Stretch wandered up to the front desk to give the lady who ran the front register his new inventory list. That was when he heard it.

There was an old piano up front with a sign on it that said, ‘Do not ‘play’ if you cannot play’. Most of the time it sat silently but someone up there was giving it a good try today. The notes were slower, with obvious hesitations as the player searched for the correct keys, but the song was one Stretch knew. Gently melancholy, a match to the cautious playing.

His curiosity piqued, Stretch wandered over to watch and he wasn’t entirely surprised to see Edge sitting on the piano bench, his attention on his hands as he slowly played. It was a tough choice between watching him play and simply listening to the song and Stretch found himself trying to do both. The uncertain skill in hands he knew so well as they coaxed the music free.

When the last note faded, a faint smattering of applause came from the different stalls around them. Stretch waited for it to end before sitting on the bench next to Edge.

Quietly, Stretch said, “i didn’t know you played.”

“I don’t,” Edge said. He smoothed a hand over the keys, not pressing down, simply touching them. “Not really. I can’t read music, but I know a song or two by rote. A friend of mine pushed me to memorize them.”

Welp, Stretch didn’t have to ask what friend, now did he. An old friend back in another world, and people weren’t replaceable even if they wore the same face. He didn’t say anything, didn’t need to; Stretch understood in a way only a few people could, and he settled a hand on Edge’s leg, squeezing his knee gently.

“that was really good,” Stretch offered, “you have a good memory, babe.”

“Some of my memories are better than others,” Edge said. The words were more contemplative than sorrowful, and he didn’t look at Stretch, only touched the back of his hand briefly with his gloved fingertips. “You tend to feature in the best ones, love.”

He reached for the keys again and started to play. The song was more confident this time, bright and cheery, with only the occasional missed note. A handful of other people drifted over, some pausing to watch and some moving on, going about their day with a song to carry them along.

Stretch only tapped his toes and listened as Edge played, more than willing to let him go on until he was ready to stop. If Edge wanted to take a brief dive into the past, then the antique mall was a place for it, where memories and times past mingled with the present.

Besides, a new memory to take home was better than any knickknack.

-fin

Note: The first song Edge was playing was 'Clair de Lune' by Debussy and the second was 'The Entertainer' by Scott Joplin. In case you were wondering. 😁

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ I’m still exploring my writing skills and what I enjoy/don’t enjoy writing, if you have a request (and requests are open) and it’s not on this list send them in! I will let you know if it makes me uncomfortable or not 😌. I also hold the right to not write about anything, as this is my blog.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Starting this July I will be working full time + finishing my degree — I might not be around as much but I will do my best.

— tags:

these are almost all of my tags — if you wanna block on, go ahead, it the one you wanna block is not here: let me know in an ask and i’ll tell you 🥰

ੈ✩‧₊˚ babe; my babes 🤪💞

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 ೃ* ᬄ in general.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Chris Evans and his characters: 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 ੈ ❤︎‧₊˚, 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ʚ♡⃛ɞ, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 ೃ༄, 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐥 ⋆.ೃ࿔*

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Bucky (#bucky barnes supremacy and some to each specific Bucky).

ੈ✩‧₊˚ my heart belongs to Nat, loki has my whole heart and mind, yelena <333, 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐘'𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ¸.•*', so on…

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Henry Cavill (ily and i miss u henry), and Geralt (𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ˋ°•*⁀➷ ) also make an appearance from time to time (especially now with the witcher season 2 coming).

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐥𝐲 ੈ✩‧₊˚ ; Taylor Swift tag.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 ✩•̩̩͙*ೃ˚.; harley is one of my fave characters ever so you’ll see a lot of her here.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 ₊˚ˑ༄; music lyrics that I love ❤️

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 【 ღ 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 シ】 — asks!

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐥'𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 ༊*·˚ nsfw posts 😉

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 ❥ also nsfw, usually nsfw asks ❤️‍🔥

ੈ✩‧₊˚ ღ 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 ღ — just me being extra, venting, trying to chat or talking to my moots 🤪

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝◦ೋ the posts unrelated to Marvel — honestly just thought it was a cute tag and started using it with movies/quotes/ppl I love.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐲 ೃ✧˚. ❃ I’m a Disney gal guys 💓

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐮𝐞 •༄ ̩̩͙⁺ *ੈ my queue tag ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ . aesthetics tag 💕

#about me #ღ 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 ღ

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oldguardhc · 4 years

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Old Guard hc #56

Prompt number: 17 - “Give me a minute or an hour”

Fandom: The Old Guard

Rating: PG-13

Warnings/Tags: joe x nicky, fluff

AN: @flamingbluepanda encouraged me to write a Psych AU for this prompt

Joe cranes his neck to get a better look at the body. The puncture wounds are interesting, each one spaced at least four inches apart, all at differing angles, both in entrance and position meaning whatever killed this man wasn’t just a random attack. If they were closer, Joe would have thought they were bite marks and maybe they are, but the last time he checked, there were no animals in the ocean or on land with a bite-radius that large and teeth spaced that far apart. At least, there’s nothing alive today that has a 34-inch bite-radius.

“You getting something, Mr. Kaysani?” Chief Freeman asks.

Can it be? The bite marks are looking to be more of a match the longer he stares at them. “I’m…getting something,” Joe says, snatching the yellow pad and a pen from Andy and ignoring the small huff of irritation she lets out.

He starts with a brief outline, it’s been a while since he’s drawn one of these and he has to use small strokes to get the head right.

“Wait, I think this is a boating accident,” Andy says, and Joe briefly looks up to see her point at the body. “Head trauma from…from falling off the boat. Hit a motor maybe?”

The eyes are tricky. Should they be looking straight or at the viewer? Joe decides the viewer for a more startling effect.

“The wounds on his back, they were caused by a…by an industrial crab trap. Yes, a crab trap. Or a whale. A lonely whale that got lost from its pod and traveled East, West. Saw our floating guy from below, thought it was a seal and…you know, had a little chomp.”

The teeth are definitely not his best work. The teeth to mouth ratio are way off and they’re definitely not as uniform in real life like he drew them. It’ll have to do for now. He adds a little shading to the drawing, giving it a more realistic appearance.

“A whale?” Booker slowly asks, when it seems like Andy is finally done with her explanation.

“What’s your guy got?” Nicky immediately shoots back, coming to his partner’s defense.

Joe can practically hear Booker’s smug look, “Watch and learn, Genova. Watch and learn.”

“Alright Kaysani, show me what you got,” Chief Freeman says.

Joe blows on paper and holds the pad to his chest, hiding his drawing from a peaking Andy. “First of all, I would like to say that this is not my best work. It’s a very rough sketch, the shading isn’t finished, the torso is a little plump and the teeth are…they’re not completely accurate. If I had more time, I would’ve definitely given them more shape, more individual characteristics. If I had my druthers, I'd have done this in charcoal.” Booker gives him an understanding nod and Joe would high-five him if he was standing right next to him, “You know what I’m talking about! Almost nothing beats a good charcoal drawing-“

“Mr. Kaysani!” Chief Freeman interrupts, crossing her arms and tapping her feet. “The verdict?”

Joe dips his head in apology, “Yes! Look, the key was in the puncture wounds,” Joe says, using his pen to point at said wounds. “They’re very unique puncture wounds. So unique in fact, that I was able to draw a semi-accurate profile of our attacker.” Chief Freeman gives him the look that says ‘Well? Get on with it’ and Joe turns the pad around and smirks at Andy.

Both Andy and Chief Freeman do a double-take and lean forward to get a better look. He resists the urge to flinch. It’s really not his best work and it shows. After a second of intense scrutiny, Chief Freeman shakes her head with a slight scoff and stalks off.

“Chief? Where are you going?” Joe calls out, still holding his drawing up. The culprit is right here! Well, not here here but here on paper. She’s halfway up the beach already and doesn’t even turn around to acknowledge he spoke. Great.

“Nice work, Kaysani,” Andy says, snatching her pen and pad back, a pleased look on her face, and runs to catch up to the Chief.

“A dinosaur?” Booker asks, mouth downturned, fingers working the buttons in his sleeves to roll them back down to a more professional length. No, we were supposed to get fish tacos after this. “Jesus, Joe. You couldn’t have shot for something in the last million years?”

Joe places his hands on his friend’s chest and steps in his way, “Give me a minute, or an hour to prove it was a Tyrannosaurus rex.” Booker shakes his head, the disappointed look doing funny things to Joe’s stomach, pats Joe on the shoulder, and steps around him to leave.

Great, just great. Even his best friend didn’t believe him. Joe rubs his temples, he can feel a faint throb and he hopes that it’s just a regular throb and not a foreshadow for a migraine.

“I thought the drawing was pretty good.”

Joe drops his hand and turns around. Nicky has that faint smile on his lips that Joe’s still trying to figure out if it means he likes Joe or likes likes Joe. He’s already made it obvious on multiple occasions how he feels about Nicky.

With Nicky’s looking at him like that, it’s so easy to smile. “Thanks!” And because no one else is here to witness his humiliation, he makes his smile a little more flirty. “You know, I can always use a live model.”

Nicky cocks an eyebrow at him, the faint smile still there, maybe even a little wider if Joe’s not delusional. “I’m going to go calm Andy.”

“Don’t die, I’d hate to miss your pretty face.” A light blush creeps up Nicky’s neck as he nods and jogs back up the beach.

Joe doesn’t stare at Nicky’s ass. He doesn’t, because that would be rude and Nicky is more than a beautiful body.

It’s a good thing the only witness is a dead body.

Joe turns back to the dead body. “Definitely not a boating accident.”

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Joe slumps against the growing mound of dirt. He’s exhausted. He feels like he completed an Iron Man and climbed Mount Everest twenty times. Who knew being shot at could be so draining? To make matters worse, the throb from this morning was a foreshadow. His eyeballs are going to explode any second now with how strong his head is pounding. He digs his knuckle into the valley between his eyes until it hurts, it’s a different hurt than the one going on behind his eyes though, that it feels strangely good.

Joe sighs, at least one good thing happened today; he was right about the body. It’s a real shame he doesn’t have ‘Use a 20-year-old Tyrannosaurus rex model built by a 9-year-old Booker to solve a murder case’ on his bingo card. He would’ve been the only one to mark it down.

A bottle of water is placed on his lap and Joe opens his eyes, a ‘thanks, Booker’ on his tongue. Except, it’s not Booker standing above him, it’s Nicky.

Joe musters up the best smile he can despite feeling like death has crawled its way inside him through his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“Your head’s been hurting all day,” Nicky says, crouching down, a small frown on his face. He pulls two packets out of his pocket and holds them out to Joe. One’s red and the other’s green. “I didn’t know if it was a regular headache or a migraine, so, I got both.”

Joe stares at the two packets. Nicky bought him medicine. Nicky saw that he was hurting and brought him something to feel better. Joe swallows the lump in his throat, reaches out for the red packet. “Thank you,” Joe says, brushing his fingers with Nicky’s.

The corners of Nicky’s lips tick upwards, “No problem.”

Joe tears the packet open and dumps both pills in his hands before tossing them into his mouth. Nicky has the bottle of water open and held out for him and Joe takes it with a grateful nod. Even though he swallows the pills on the first gulp, he finishes the whole bottle. Only when he’s done, does he remember that Booker might want some too.

“I gave him a bottle too,” Nicky says and that’s a sign, right? That has to be a sign of how amazing they would be together. “The pharmacist said those pills should work in 15 minutes.” Joe nods, he’s intimately familiar with the wonders of Excedrin. He would’ve taken one around lunch if they hadn’t been following another lead at the time.

“Thank you,” Joe repeats, closing his eyes again even though he wants nothing more than to stare into Nicky’s gorgeous blue eyes. He hears and then feels Nicky settle beside him, no doubt getting his suit all dirty, and he’s doing that for Joe.

“Is there anything else I can do?”

Joe shakes his head, “You’ve helped a lot already. We just have to wait now.” Joe resumes his earlier ministrations, digging into that spot that hurt but was a better hurt than the one inside.

Cold fingers slide over his own, “Don’t press too hard, you’ll hurt yourself,” Nicky chides.

Joe grabs Nicky’s wrist and guides those cold fingers until they’re covering his eyes. Relief instantly hits and Joe presses those cold fingers harder against his eyes.

“Should’ve gotten an ice pack,” Nicky mutters to himself.

“S’fine, your hands are working.”

They sit in silence as they wait for the pills to kick in. Every few minutes, Nicky switches hands and Joe doesn’t even have to hold his wrist anymore. He knows how hard to press and it’s nice. It’s really nice. He can almost ignore Booker digging in the background and the occasional splash of dirt that rains down on both of them.

“Never thought my poor circulation would come in handy,” Nicky jokes when the migraine finally subsides.

Joe grins and reaches out to press a kiss to both palms. “They were lovely.”

“Please tell me I’m not going to have to listen to you two flirt the entire night,” Booker calls out from the hole. “I don’t want you two ruining my discovery.”

Excuse me?

“Your discovery?” Joe asks, crawling over the mound to look down at Booker. He’s made an impressive amount of progress. Probably only six more feet before they hit the skull.

Booker stabs the shovel into the dirt, both of his hands coming up to rest on his waist. “I’m digging, so yes, my discovery.”

Joe makes an outraged sound, “I found the right hole!”

“It wasn’t a hole! I’m making it a hole!” To prove his point, Booker picks up the shovel and tosses the next scoop at Joe.

Joe should’ve seen that one coming.

“Alright, I’m going to go home. Have fun digging, boys,” Nicky says and when Joe turns around, he’s brushing dirt off himself. “I’ll see you later?”

Joe nods his head probably a little too enthusiastically, “Definitely. Thank you again for the pills. I’d still be dying if you hadn’t have come back.”

Nicky smiles, the small one, and one day Joe’s going to see if he can get him to grin ear-to-ear, lips stretched so wide his cheeks will hurt. But not today. Today, he’s going to make history by being the first Psychic Paleontologist.

Nicky dips his head again and yeah, Joe hates to see him go but he sure as hell loves to watch him leave.

That ass is definitely better than a charcoal drawing.

A new spray of dirt rains down on him and that’s it.

It’s a shame no one is there to hear Booker’s loud yelp as Joe tackles him to the floor. Oh well, it’ll live rent-free in Joe’s mind forever.

#joe x nicky #the old guard #booker #nile freeman #fictober20 #andromache the scythian #hc

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inknopewetrust · 4 years

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adieu, remember me. (1)

The Old Guard Booker x Female! Original Character

Summary: After a few years away, one member of the immortal team must return to protect their immortality and secrets as enemies begin to uncover their past.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: nothing yet!

Parts: ... | 2 | part 2 coming soon!

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! Feel free to let me know what you think about the work and it will def be more than 2 or 3 parts and longer than this one. Requests are CLOSED at the moment and I apologize in advance for any mis-wording or spelling in different languages because I don’t know french/italian but I feel in some cases it was necessary to use for character interactions. Published on 8/9/2020.

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Versailles evolves every so often but over 172 odd years, more visitors pack its halls and recall its history. Tourists from around the world flock to the once functional palace and the home of infamous, complicated monarchs. Passed the sweeping halls and the paintings of untouchable status, a special exhibit was placed at the end of the hall with cases full of crowned jewels of French royalty.

Tourists flashed photos of crowns and rings and pearls that adorned the exhibit cases. In the center of the room laid perhaps the most famous of jewels, as well as the crowns that found themselves on the heads of women who suffered terrible fates. The Hope Diamond sat in a case between crowns that once adorned it and worn by Marie Antoinette and Louis Philippe I’s controversial daughter, Vivienne, Duchess of Auvergne. On loan from its final resting place at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C., the diamond once found itself imbedded in each of the crowns on momentous occasions.

Crown worn by Vivienne, Duchess of Auvergne and third daughter of King Louis Philippe, killed by French revolutionaries in February 1848. Crown was commissioned by the King for his daughter’s twenty-eighth birthday. Was worn on the night of her death on 24th of February, 1848.

Twenty-eight. 172 years later she still remember the party, the food, the smell of the candles that burned from the chandelier and the man who caught her heart. Pretentious was the only word that came to mind when she thought of the party and the woman. At the time she felt deception too but the world has a funny way of making villains look like heroes depending on the perspective.

Clara felt the surge of memories remind her of the life she knew before the one she was in now. She didn’t know how long she had stood in front of that particular case with that particular diamond and crown but by the time her feet began to ache she knew it had been long enough. Clara also wasn’t sure how long a small English girl had been standing next to her, also staring at the silver diamond encrusted crown and the plaque underneath it.

“You know, she’s kind of a rebel and I dig it. It reminds me of Princess Margaret in a way. She was Queen Elizabeth’s sister and she partied a lot too.”

“Excuse me?”

“Vivienne. She was a rebel in her own right and I admire her for it.” The woman turned, her face meeting the girl taking notes on a piece of paper. The girl couldn’t have been more than thirteen and certainly had a bold personality if she was talking to someone she didn’t know.

“The revolutionaries didn’t see it that way, so why would you?”

“She was independent. I think it was progressive and cool for her not to follow the rules of her family. Not to mention the glamour in her style. She had the best dresses and crowns since well, Marie Antoinette probably.”

“That’s a little naïve, no?” The woman raised her brow at the student but the girl simply shrugged. The young one looked at the older woman and analyzed her face and features as she spoke.

“She spent the people’s money like water and saw no problem with the poverty in the streets. Vivienne was oblivious to the world around her because she lived in a world of riches with everyone at her disposal.”

“Perhaps.” The girl paused before continuing. “There’s a tv show about her on... um-I don’t remember- HBO maybe and they say she took a commoner for a lover and he sold her secrets to the revolutionaries which led to her death. Her body disappeared after the broke into the castle and people think they threw her body in the Seine.”

“I would advise you to stop watching whatever movies are giving you that perspective on the issue because it’s not true.” Clara scoffed and turned away from the girl.

The girl listened but was too entranced by the figure in front of her eyes. Brown hair, medium length, waved. She looked nice to say the least. She had on pretty clothes and may have been an employee because she knew so much but the girl wasn’t sure. All the student was certain of was that the woman standing in front of her looked very much like the Duchess in the paintings that lined the modern wing.

“You look like her.” The girl told her and she put her pencil down holding the pad of paper at her side. Before she had a chance to answer the girl, a teacher called out to the students as a signal to leave and the girl picked up her bag.

“Have a nice day.”

The girl left with the class and the woman stayed in front of the case watching them leave the room before turning back to the crown that once adorned her own head. A soft rumble came from her pocket and she pulled out the burner phone with a number she didn’t recognize but an area code she did, Goussainville.

France, safe house #4

“Hello?”

“Clara.” The Italian on the other line sounded relieved that she simply picked up the phone. Clara’s face contorted into one of worry than one of happiness she had been called.

“Nicolo, s’il tu plaît dites-moi que tout va bien?” Clara moved over to a window, away from the crowds to answer the call she had been anticipating for the last day. She dreamt of a black girl and her throat being sliced open. Waking up gasping for breath that wasn’t her own and cautious of who it might be.

“No-no. Il y en a un nouveau ... mais ce n'est pas le problème. les gens essaient de nous trouver et Dieu sait quoi.” Nicky told her and Clara felt helpless, disappointed in herself that she wasn’t there to help them. Not only was there someone new who needed guidance but the others needed her too if they were going to protect their own skin.

“Andy went to get her. We are at the safe house in Goussainville and they should be here later today. If you can make it... we really need you, Clara.” Clara sighed and looked out the window that faced the vast gardens the palace was surrounded by. Serenity before the inevitable storm.

“He’d kill me if he knew I’m telling you this but Booker needs you. It’s getting worse since the last time he saw you and I am not sure what to do.”

“That was three weeks ago, Nicky.”

“I can’t explain it... it’s just gotten worse. I know he has to help himself but he’s always a bit brighter when you’re around.”

“I can be there later tonight. What time are they getting in?”

“7.”

“I can be there at 8. I’m in France so I’ll take a train as soon as I can.”

“We will be waiting.” Nicky told her and she hung up the phone. Clara looked back at that glimmering crown and what the young girl said about the Duchess. Naïvety at its finest.

At the safe house in Gousssainville, the three immortal men unpacked the bag they brought and washed up after the ambush in Afghanistan. Nicky stood alongside the small counter space prepping dinner when Booker came to fill a cup with wine.

“Who was on the phone?” Booker asked in a low grumble and Nicky set down the knife he was using to slice tomatoes.

“It was Clara. I called her and told her we needed her here. She dreamt of the girl too.”

“And?” Booker pushed further and downed his glass in an instant upon the news.

“She could catch a train to be here at 8.”

“How did she sound?”

“Worried.”

Booker nodded and filled his glass again before going to sit in front of the tv in a chair he had designated as his own many years ago. Nicky watched as he sat, drank more and tried to remove himself from his thoughts but was too lost to do so. He was observant and cared deeply for the others in his life but there was only so much he could do for a man as stubborn as Booker.

“Hai bisogno di aiuto?” Joe called out to Nicky from everyone’s shared bedroom before also joining the two in the common space. Nicky shook his head and glanced at Booker who wasn’t looking but certainly listening.

“I called Clara. She is on her way to us now. She knows we are in trouble.” Joe smiled at Nicky and gave him a quick peck. While they were all very close, Joe and Nicky had taken Clara under their wings and helped her acclimate to the world as an immortal, especially after they found her and the two french immortals clashed.

“It’s been too long. I miss that woman.”

“We all do.” Nicky said before returning to his meal. Without much time having gone by, the door to the cemetery sounded and Andy walked through the door with a nervous woman behind them. The girl was young, no more than 25 and had blood stained on her forehead. One hand was clutching her arm but out of nervousness not injury. Her eyes looked at the three men. Two sat staring at her in chairs and the other by the refrigerator and the only sound that played was the cheering of fans from a football match that played on the widescreen. Andy looked over her shoulder and then back again, breaking the silence to introduce the newest member of The Old Guard.

“Everyone, this is Nile.”

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Sweaters Birthday Celebration Masterlist!

So, i’ve finally been able to compile all the wonderful work made for Sweaters Birthday Celebration. Sorry it took me so damn long, complications came up, BUT! Nothing keeps us down for long, right? Every single content creator on this list is amazing! all of them deserve all the applause, cause they just have a talent with making there stories come to life with the characters they write for. I hope everyone who comes across this enjoys it as much as I did. HAPPY READING FOLKS.

Side Note- IF I FORGOT TO ADD ANYONES STORY. Please PLEASE triple Please send me a DM, I easily forget things and might not have tagged it correctly. I want to make sure everything is added so others might see it as well.

@what-is-your-plan-today Mundane Moodboard Submission

@onetwo3000 Mr.Blue Eyes - You bump into Colin on the street. Fluffy! Loved It!

@donutloverxo Rewards and Gifts- You see Steve in his “sex shirt" and are a tad bratty. Smut. Mmmhm!

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork We Just Got Her Back- Steve looses you for a year to Hydra. Sweet and Angst

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork Daddy Its Fashion- Rori and Jamie are fighting, and Steve handles it. (part of @what-is-your-backupplan-today SSB verse) Fluffy

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork Just Wait Right There Space Daddy- You have a surprise for a homecoming Thor. Smutty

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork For Me To Know and You To Find Out Later- Curtis has a birthday surprise for you. Fluffy

@stardancerluv Loveable Wanker/Evelyn Native Goddess- 2 stories!!!! Billy from The Boys comes home to you a bit beat up. Evelyn, Rick, and Indiana set out for a artifact that Evelyn might have a connection to. Soft, Action, LOVE!

@donutloverxo The Proposition- Curtis is given a special girl, all for his own. Smut. Love me some Curtis anyday, that's my husband.

@angrythingstarlight Bucky's Special Present- Its your birthday and Bucky has something just for you. SMUTTY Smut smut!

@stargazingfangirl18 Recreation- You happen to run into Ari in his downtime. SMUT. And it's Ari, so HELLO SIR. Smut!

@stuckonjbbarnes Party Like Its Your Birthday- 2 drabbles. One Steve taking care of his girl on her birthday and Sam hooking up on your birthday. FLUFFY

@what-is-your-backupplan-today and @icanfeelastormbrewing Dont Worry, Be Snappy- Your stuck on a boat with Mike and guess who else you meet along the way! Silly, and I couldn't stop laughing.

@nekoannie-chan Who Saves Who?- Steve and Mutant Reader are on a mission, will they be able to save each other? LOVED THIS LIL SIS!

@donutloverxo Smooth- You find out just how Smooth Steve Rogers really is. So sweet! Smutty

@navybrat817 Rough Night- Andy comes home and he has a need, YOU. SMUT. LOVE.

@amythedvdhoarder Planning For The Worst- Bucky always prepared you for that JUST IN CASE moment. omg, sweet, angst and smut. Beautiful

@verdandi-storm Almost Easy- You and Eddie might be more then friends. Heart eyes!

@stargazingfangirl18 Mine- You are breaking up with Ransom. As if. Smut! Omfg!

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork Set Your Life On Fire. Seek those that fan your flames. You and Johnny teasing each other

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork You Trust Me? Chris and You are on a trip. Hint of smut.

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork Anger Lust Steve gets angry and you take IMMEDIATE notice.

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork Space Daddy You and Thor have a good play time. Smut. Cock Sucking.

@simsadventures Mistakes Were Made. You and Dean had a successful hunt, maybe to successful. Things happen. Mention of Smut.

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork Frank, Right Here, Right Now. Fliss, @what-is-your-backupplan-today OC, happens to catch Frank working on a boat. Smut Implied.

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork Here Let Me Help You. Chris has to find the right suit for a photo shoot. Smut Implied.

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork For You Princess. Steve loves taking care of you, his Princess.

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork Should Have Known Better. Attending Ransoms Nanas funeral monthes after you split, things get heated. Mentions of Smut.

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork Thor! The Lightning! Thor comes for you, and he is full of electricity. Mentions of Smut.

@jtargaryen18 Hot Girl Bummer Part 4 Jake Jensen (The Losers) and You have some fun via text. With a little help from Cougar.

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork 80′s Hit Fan Chris has a interview with Jimmy Kimmel and his brother. A bit nervous, you have just what he needs. Fluffy

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork Thought You Were Going To Sneak Away? Wolf!Clint goes to circle Pack Lands, and is soon joined by some pack members. Fluffy

@ranmedits Curtis GIfs (THATS My HUSBAND)

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Son of a bitch, Booker wasn’t lying.

have some (5) varying booker-centric scene drabbles from my new york, ‘2X series on ao3–all of these are from what i’m starting to post on tuesday: death, deliverance, and diatribes.

booker is an interesting character to write, and one that i’ve found i enjoy writing quite a bit. and he’s also my favorite morose motherfucker in a j crew button-down. perhaps it’s why he gets a bit more of the spotlight this go around. also i talk a lot in the tags. my apologies.

“I’m sorry about that,” he says, gently setting the things down on the table, though he doesn’t look at her. “It gets heated sometimes.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

Booker sighs audibly, looking down to the street, watching what Nile’s been watching. “I’ll teach you French myself at some point, if you like,” he offers. “I used to teach, briefly, at a college.”

Nile looks up, clearly surprised.

“Very briefly. I took it up when we had some time off,” he says, shrugging. “You don’t have to say yes, I just thought I’d offer.”

“I appreciate it.”

Booker taps the railing on the balcony, making eye contact with Nile now. “I brought the liquor out because I thought you might want to share a drink, but I understand if you don’t.”

At this point? “I’ll take some, sure,” she says, nodding. “I think it might help with the headache I have now.”

“Sorry about that,” he says, chuckling quietly but pouring her a regular amount of the whiskey, giving himself easily double the pour. The bottle is readable now–Maker’s Mark. “I take partial responsibility for it.”

“I don’t blame any of you,” Nile explains quickly. “I’m just thinking how hard it is for me to think about him being gone. I can only imagine what it’s like for the others...”

Booker shakes his head, taking a hearty drink. “I don’t know their exact feelings right now, but...I’ve lost people I loved. There’s some level of grief involved, thinking that it’ll be forever but praying it’s not. At least, that’s how I feel. It’s...it’s like...”

“It’s hell on earth,” Nile finishes quietly.

“Yeah. Something like that.”

The whiskey is warm, like an internal hug, with a nice spice to it. It doesn’t burn going down, and the faint sweetness to it is actually relaxing to Nile. Booker is good when it comes to picking out alcohol, she isn’t sure why she ever doubted him on that front.

“What happened with you and Quynh? Remind me,” Nile finally says, eyeing Booker. She isn’t asking this time, and she isn’t going to let him get away with not answering either.

Booker huffs, shaking his head. “It’s a long story, and it’s not pretty.”

“We have time.”

–

Booker is clicking rapidly, his shoulders up to his ears when he occasionally breaks to type. Nile sips from Booker’s glass once her beer is gone, deciding she’d rather just share than ask for another glass.

It’s the first time that his eyes split from the screen, and he seems to watch her while she takes the drink, but his eyes are gone before she puts the glass back down on the table. She pours more whiskey into it before turning her attention back to the tablet.

By the time they’re told the bar is closing, Nile’s eyes might as well be bleeding, and she is just slightly leaning against Booker on the walk back. While she’d been able to get work done, even if it didn’t seem to be much, she’d definitely been keeping up with him when it came to the bottle, and she was paying for it now.

Booker is smoking a cigarette while they walk, exhaling the smoke into the New York City night. Nile has never been a smoker, nor has she particularly enjoyed lingering around people who smoke as much as Booker does, but she doesn’t mind it right now. Maybe it’s the liquor talking, but the way he exhales the smoke is artful as it twists and curls up into the dark sky, and the smell is comforting.

“Are you alright, Nile?” he asks, what she figures is three or four blocks from home. He’s wrapped an arm gently around her shoulders to keep her against him, which she’s ultimately thankful for.

“I was not expecting…not expecting the whiskey to be so…strong.”

Booker chuckles, shaking his head. “It’s cheap, but it’s comforting.”

She tears her eyes away from him and the smoke, her eyes focusing on the pavement ahead of them instead.

“I’m sorry,” she says quickly. “I think I’m definitely drunk.”

“I gathered, but it’s alright.”

She shakes her head. Though the night is warm, she still finds herself leaning more into the side of Booker’s chest. She can hear him inhale with the cigarette, feel him holding onto the nicotine in his lungs and exhaling it.

–

“I see he’s taking French leave,” Nile muses, watching him leave the garage. “They’re going to kill us before he gets back.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.”

Booker comes back, very much out of breath, but holding a crowbar and a large pair of…what looks like garden shears.

It clicks then for Nile, and she asks Andy to hold her SMG so she can help Booker pry the elevator door open. As anticipated, there’s no car there, and when they look down, they can see it sitting stationary.

“Et c'est comme ça,” Booker says with a grin, checking the cutters before he holds them out. They’re long, Nile notices, longer than most garden shears should be. It’s a stretch, but Nile gets a firm grip on Booker while she keeps the door open, and he reaches out to cut the cables. There’s four cables, Booker is able to cut two before Nile pulls him back. “Magnifique.”

“Why the fuck do you have cable cutters, but giant?” Nile asks as Booker tosses them back into the garage with the crowbar. Though, the elevator door still hasn’t closed itself yet.

“I’ll get those later,” Booker says simply, taking his gun back. “Thanks, and don’t worry about it.”

–

Booker is slipping off the seat, shoving a deviled egg in his mouth before he’s on his way. It’s empty enough that it’s hard for his movement to go unnoticed, but everything’s hidden behind a corner, which greatly helps him. Voices carry back here, he shortly realizes, and he can hear a brief explanation for his absence (probably louder than necessary). Magnifique. Booker pretty easily finds the stairs, hidden behind a door that he picks open and enters without much work. He’s slinking up the stairs, his hand on his pocketknife while he ascends as quietly as possible.

He’s trying to hurry, admittedly, but he can’t totally run up the stairs without alerting anyone up there of his presence. Once he’s at the top, there’s no door, and the office is clearly wide open. He palms the knife, though closed, as he wanders in, taking it in. It’s a clean space, but still dark enough that it feels like a home instead of a rough second story office in a nice part of town. The first thing he does is go to the computer, swearing almost instantly upon the sight of it being locked. He’s rifling through the drawers before he can consider another option, looking for the one sticky note he knows everyone keeps…

There. Underneath a thick pad of paper with scribbled notes, a username, password, and…is that a social security number? Oh well. Booker enters in the username and password, crossing his fingers until it opens. His fingers fly as soon as it’s open; he knows his way around computers, not fantastically, but he’s more used to them than the others are for some reason. He’ll take it, though, and he’s been forced to teach himself a lot of things. As he’s working, he’s humming quietly to himself, as if it could help. One Night in Bangkok actually is comfortable on Booker’s vocal chords, but he hardly thinks twice until he’s weaseling his way into the dusty bank files. He rips a page from the pad (the last page, in fact) and starts scribbling down anything that could fit the bill of the time Gérard described. Name, date, time, and bank information. At least, what he can get from the records he definitely should not be looking at.

–

Booker’s voice is quiet as he guides Nile in the steps on the balcony, yet he sings along to La Vie en rose when he’s not gently telling her how to move. The cigarette hanging off of his fingers is stubbed out shortly so he can take her hand and give her a delicate spin, smiling a bit when she stops in front of him once more.

“Très bien,” he muses. “Très bien.”

The music, the motions, the quiet words Booker mumbles to her just make Nile want to visit France. It’s somewhat of a sin that the only time she’s gotten to go was within her first week of being immortal, but now she wants nothing more than to see it. Yet, Nile doesn’t vocalize it. Instead she listens to Booker quietly sing along to the music, memorizing the steps he’s teaching her.

He stops after two more songs, both seemingly also Édith Piaf, and pulls away from Nile. He picks up his drink and sighs, glancing out to the city.

“I should get back to work,” he says quietly, avoiding eye contact as he disappears back into the apartment.

Nile is left standing on the balcony, looking out at the city and biting on her tongue. Work. Yeah, maybe she should get back to that too.

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