#the door is CLOSED! stay in the guesthouse for the time being!

[soufcakmistress]

Unveil

Part IV

A/N: I know yall wanna fight me LOL I couldn’t figure this next part out to save my life. But my brain is working a little better now, and I wanted to get this out. Not me posting two fics two days in a row! Don’t get comfortable because this is out of the norm LOL stay tuned boos!

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black Reader

Snoring peacefully in the king bed of the guest house with an open window, the loud buzz of a lawnmower startled you almost to death. Erik’s baritone carried over to the guesthouse, guiding the landscaper while giving him notes. Rolling your eyes internally at the thought of Erik, you gather up the courage to roll over and pick up the burner Erik gave you. It was time to let your best friend know what’s up. Knowing her cell number by heart, your fingers tremble as you input the digits. It only rings once.

“Y/N???? Y/N? Sis is that you??” Denitra sounded like she had been waiting by the phone the whole time for a call from a number she wouldn’t even recognize. You immediately burst into tears. Everything from the past is flooding back. You and Nitra busting ass for midterms. You supporting her when she crossed and wrangling all the balloons at her probate. Y’all squealing over the gigantic engagement ring Eddie proposed to you with. The last embrace you guys ever had before you left behind all that you ever knew.

“Hi baby. I’m sorry. It’s just so good to hear your voice. I’m okay! I’m okay.”

Denitra shut her office door closed, and paced back and forth nervously. “Where are you, Y/N? Are you alone??? Do you still have money? Has he tried to still—“

You give a good belly laugh with your face still wet with tears because that’s how your best friend is. Making sure A and B equal C. “Nitra, take a breath sis. I promise I’m okay. I’m not gonna tell you where I am, so do not ask. Just know that I’m being taken care of properly.”

Nitra looked at her phone like it had three heads. “Bitch, who is taking care of you???” More belly laughs from you. Y’all chat it up for the next 30 minutes. You’re very careful about revealing any info to your best friend. If there’s anything you know about your ex fiancé, it’s that he will stop at nothing for information. Giving her plausible deniability could save Nitra from his wrath. Or push him further into mania. You had to believe in your heart of hearts she would be safe if she didn’t know anything, for your own sanity.

~

“Miss Y/N, I have prepared breakfast for the house in the dining room. I would love for you to join us!” Leah, Erik’s middle aged housekeeper, spoke over the intercom to make you aware. Maybe you and her could spend some time alone today.

“Yes ma’am, I’ll be there!” You finish up with your best friend, shower and cross the pool to the house. The house smells absolutely amazing— a spread was made of scrambled eggs with cheese, turkey sausage, and homemade biscuits. “Leah, this is awesome! Thank you so much!!”

Leah was definitely one of those Black women who could throw down in the kitchen and cherished when people enjoyed her food. She leaned back on the island and sipped her coffee with pride. It was only you and Leah downstairs, but you did happen to peep some luggage by the front door. Who’s leaving? Black Barbie? Or Black Ken?

Holding no qualms about your outer appearance, you dug in. You were starving, and Leah put a hurting on them biscuits. Light steps are heard coming from the upper floor and Monica appeared looking completely ethereal. “Good morning everyone!!”

It was still a bit early for her to be elongating her vowels but you greeted her accordingly. Leah didn’t speak, just peeping over her coffee mug. “I unfortunately have a day trip to Cali—Christopher John Rogers’ publicist has been incessant about me modeling their new spring collection. I’ll be back tomorrow evening though! You ladies have a splendid time!!” Monica split a biscuit in half, gave you an unexpected bear hug, and traipsed out the door.

“Thank God. I’ll at least have one person to talk to with more than half a brain cell.” Leah washed out her mug, and you snickered when she said that. It was petty. But, oh well. Leah winked at you, when Erik decided to show up.

“Ladies. Good morning.” He typed away at his phone while he made himself some coffee. Leah responded. But not you. What could you say to him now that you seen what that dick was hitting for? It’s evident he caught you looking last night and he wanted you to look….right? Not stopping to sit down at the table with you, he picked up a biscuit and headed back upstairs. From the bannister on the upper floor, Erik could look into the kitchen from above. You lost the fight not to gaze at him. Looking up, he was already staring at you before going into his office and shutting the door. Why is this man so intense…

Leah began clearing the table since you were done eating and cut her eyes at you. Something was up between you two, but she didn’t push. Erik told her everything about your situation and how you both came to meet. Leah was trustworthy and lived a lot of life before working full time with Erik. She empathized with you wholly, seeing that you were lost in the world. She was proud of Erik for doing the right thing—the boy was certain he was damned to hell. This was proof he wasn’t.

“I’ll wash if you dry.” You offered. Leah accepted happily, nice to have someone who didn’t act like she was a personal maid. You noticed that Leah didn’t say much. She was always watching though.

“Leah, what do you have planned for today?” Putting your hand on your hip, you turn to her with a smirk on your lips.

“Well, I do need to coordinate with the pool boy, wash a couple loads, vacuum the guest rooms, start on lunch—“

“Ehhhh, that can wait. Let’s go shopping. I gotta get off this property or I’m gonna go postal. Erik’s a big boy, he’ll be all right for a few hours. I’ll go tell Caleb to start the car.” You leave to let the driver know, not even allowing her to respond. Fun was majorly needed.

Meeting Leah at the front door, you pile in the expedition to head to the nearest mall. Scratching your veve tattoo on your side, your thumb scrolls through the mall directory when you get an iMessage from an unknown number.

“Going somewhere?”

Who else would it be but him? It was purposeful to leave without telling him. Erik had you twisted all the way up inside…….it wasn’t totally smart but this gave you some semblance of control back into the dynamic. Being a helpless damsel in distress wasn’t a good look on you and you didn’t want it to start now….even if you really did need all the support you could get. You weren’t gonna pass this moment of brief freedom up. “Yes I need things. And I need some fresh air.”

“This ain’t no damn vacation. Get what you need, and have Caleb return you ladies back to the property.”

Oh? He is feeling very jazzy this afternoon. You leave him on read, and hop out with Leah. She’s very patient and a very good listener. She can sense the wheels turning in your head, sorting what to do and what’s already been done.

The two of you scoured through Old Navy, Five Below, Rainbow, Bath and Body Works, Aldo, and left a whirlwind in Macy’s. Caleb fought his frustration watching you traipse from store to store. Retail therapy was a balm to your open wounds. The cares of your world fell away trying on different jeans and comfortable jumpsuits while you reconciled everything. A blessing also came in the form of companionship with Leah.

Widowed at 45, the Nashville native was blessed to have two pensions and an empty nest. She let you in on how her and Erik met and how he was like a son to her now more than anything. The two of you conversed over piping hot Japanese teriyaki in the food court surrounded by department store bags. “He reminded me of my son Travis. His father died when he was so young, and it was an uphill battle to wrangle him back from the dark side. Erik has his demons and yet he still has a code. I could never deny that boy.”

You listened intently and soaked it in. Demons huh? You figured he had access and resources being an alleged government contractor but it appears his baggage is a bit more nuanced. What had Erik seen and done? Why go out of his way to help a stranger? You had more questions than answers but were still somehow pleased with the new info.

Caleb had been staring a hole in your head for the last half hour. You put him out of his misery and he comes to gather your bags. Leah squeezed your arm and y’all headed to the car. The mean grinch awaits you both and had lashings for you for sure.

~

“Split up. Go. Ven allá!” Eddie directed his goons to search the town square in the sleepy little town of Randolph, Vermont. Two guys took the north end, while three guys took the south end. They questioned jewelers, shoe repairmen, butchers, ski shop owners, hotel clerks, etc. Nothing revealed any inkling of you. Eddie himself called every single roach motel in the surrounding area and nobody by the name of Y/N Nazario. He even asked if you went by your maiden name, and still nothing. “Something’s not right.”

Him and his goons reconvened at a late night diner. They couldn’t look more out of place—Cuban and Haitian American men with no sense of humor being served by lily white folks whose most lively occurrence were a cat getting stuck in a tree. “Boss, could she have been tipped off?”

Eddie ran through the scenario again and again in his mind. There should have been no time that you would have known he was coming. “Are you guys sure that she didn’t see Arturo at the train station? If she saw his fuckin face, she would have been spooked.”

Eddie’s lieutenant, Carmen insisted personally that he didn’t. Arturo wouldn’t be able to eat without a feeding tube for a while to make sure of that. “Let’s go. We need to pay a visit.”

~

Back at the ranch, you and Leah have situated all of your new purchases in the closet and bathroom in the guest house. No more living out of a purse. To end the night, you guys head back to the main house while Leah popped the cork on a Merlot that was to die for while some smooth jazz played on Erik’s surround sound.

He comes from his garage after playing around with a transmission for an old school Chevelle he’s been restoring, to see you two cozied up. At least you found someone to confide in. “Thelma and Louise have returned I see.” You both cackle and pour him a glass.

“Better watch your wallet!” You bust out laughing, clearly tipsy.

“Wel I’m glad you had fun but can you please let me know that you’ve left the house before you just duck off like that? We’re trying to keep you safe remember? I can’t do that if I don’t know where you are.” Erik gives the warning tenderly but with some steel as well. Leah says nothing and sips more of her wine, secretly amused at his overprotective nature. She knows he means well.

You drain your glass and go to pour another one. “Yes Dad. I’ll always check in before curfew.” Red wine always does this to you.

“Well kids, I’m going to lay down for the night. I’ll see you both bright and early for breakfast.” Leah rinsed her glass out and placed it in the sink and kissed Erik on his cheek. “Good night, son.”

“Good night, Leah.” His dimples make another appearance and your stomach does a hurdle. She squeezes your shoulder and heads upstairs. You take your glass and the whole bottle to the couch, and you feel his eyes on your back the whole time. How was this going to work?

The wine fills your mouth adding to your buzz and your eyes close as you bob your head to the jazz. You feel the couch dip as Erik sits right next to you. “I see someone ran it up today.”

“I deserve it, don’t I? With all things considered..”

His eyebrow raised and he inhaled more of the Merlot. “No complaints from me, Y/N. Just pointing out the obvious. I see you and Leah have gotten close. She’s an outstanding woman.”

“Yes she really is. So sweet and so wise. I enjoy her company. Reminds me of my mom..” Damn. How long has it been since you’ve spoken with her?

“Have you used the burner phone yet? I hope you have, I told you it can’t be traced.”

“Yes, I reached out to my best friend. She’s sworn to secrecy. Not my parents though. One word from me and Eddie would absolutely know something right away, they can’t hold water.”

Erik drained his Merlot and poured the rest of the bottle into his glass. “Well at least you know who to trust with certain information. Can I ask you a question?”

Your heart fell in your butt when he said that. Oh God. You weren’t ready to reveal that you been daydreaming about his bare body all day. “Shoot.”

“Your tattoo. It’s a Haitian veve with a Kongo cosmogram around it. Does it mean something?” Erik was fishing for info for sure. How could someone so sweet and tender as you get caught up in such an evil force as Mr. Nazario?

“We’re gonna need more wine, if we’re going to get into that.” Erik immediately got up and got another bottle of Merlot and a corkscrew and poured generously for the both of you.

Words start pouring out of you. The whirlwind of you and Eddie’s romance and how intense and handsome he was had you under a spell. It didn’t take much for him to convince you to become his queen of his empire. Erik listened intently and engaged with you. It’s no wonder why Monica is head over heels. He’s fine as fuck, incredibly sharp and got bank. But he’s holding something back.

Him and Eddie weren’t that different in that regard you found. Erik revealed very little about himself yet was able to extract information from you with ease. Too easily, for that matter. Eventually, you were all talked out, and fell asleep on the couch. Erik was comfortable himself and didn’t want to move. He pulled the throw blanket over the both of you, whispered “sweet dreams” in your ear, and dozed off himself.

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[felicia-jollygoodfellow]

Spent some time in Dubrovnik recently and used that time to visit some of the TUWOMT filming locations to follow in Javi G.s footsteps. 🥰

Javis compound and Nicks guesthouse - Villa Argentina and Villa Sheherezade

What’s your favourite movie? - first one is a rocky beach in Cavtat, second one is the Museum of Modern Art in Dubrovnik

Being paranoid- at the steps of St. Nicolas Church in Cavtat

Running away in Cavtat 😉

The confrontation between Javi and Nick - again in the MOMAD. This was shot right next door from where we were staying. I wish I would have been there at that time!

The barrel is definitely not warped! - shot at Villa Sheherezade which was closed off so that was the best shot I could get.

It was a blast to see all of these locations and kinda recreate bits of the movie. These are all such beautiful places. Filming must have been amazing! 💕

#pedro pascal #nicolas cage #javi gutierrez #the unbearable weight of massive talent #tuwomt #filming location #croatia #dubrovnik #cavtat #javi g

[annaphoenix1994]

Ch.29 - Christmas with the Duttons - Part 3

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Tensions rise between Kiera and Simon; Simon expresses his feelings through a poetic book.

Snow continued to fall within the mountains of Wyoming, leaving the smell of burning firewood lingering throughout the air as every house was relying on wood to keep them warm. Kiera and Simon went to bed late on Christmas Eve, waiting for both Fernando and Mya, Kiera's niece, to fall asleep as they were eager to see what Santa brought them. 

Kiera would giggle as she went to retrieve the Elf on the Shelf from where it was from its previous encounter, smirking at Simon as they both contemplated on what to do with it. "So... do we play a prank on the kids or do we traumatize Johnny?" She giggled, loose strands of hair framing her face as her hair was thrown into a bun. 

Simon paused for a few seconds as he looked at her - that familiar gleam in her eyes as she seemed to be a completely different person than how she was when they met. He was, too. Hell, the entire team was. 

She wore fleece pajama pants that matched her mother and sister, the fleece printed with penguins in Santa hats as she wore a loose t-shirt to accommodate her sleeping habits.

It was actually one of Simon's t-shirts. 

"I don't know about you, but I'd love to hear Soap squeal like a schoolgirl over this little thing." He chuckled as he approached her, taking the elf from her hand as they were the only two awake in the lodge, being the ones to volunteer to set up the gifts from "Santa" to make her niece happy as well as Fernando, who Alejandro snuck his gifts with him on the flight, wanting to make Christmas morning just as special. 

She grinned, "What're you planning?" 

"I'll figure it out." He replied, unable to resist the beautiful temptation in front of him. His eyes were tired as the clock read a quarter past two a.m., large flakes of snow falling from the sky as the reflection from the decorative lights on the tree made an amber glow against the glass. He stepped closer to her, feeling her stand on her toes as the last time he had kissed her was that morning after her surprise. 

She hummed, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her closer by her waist. He couldn't recall a time he saw her with her hair up, but he enjoyed it. Her hands now cupped his cheeks, breaking the kiss for a breath, feeling his lips press against her forehead. "I'm so happy." She whispered. 

"Me too, love," He admitted, his arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulling her close. "Never thought I'd experience this." 

"Well, I'm glad you are." She smiled up at him. 

"As long as I'm with you, it's all that matters." 

She grinned, pressing her head against his warm chest, listening to his slow heartbeat. "Let's go prank Soap and go to bed." 

He smirked as he followed her to the front door, the pair slipping on their shoes before trudging through the snowfall and to the guesthouse where Soap and the rest of the team were staying. 

She opened the door slowly, seeing that Price was still awake - barely, if she may add, but was still awake. "Something happen?" He asked groggily. 

"Something's about to happen," Kiera giggled, Simon holding up the elf that he still had in his hands. "What room is he staying in?" 

"Christ," Price mumbled, running his palm over his face before pointing down the hall. "Last room on the left." 

She and Simon smirked with amusement, "He's a really light sleeper, isn't he?" She asked. 

"Usually, but that was on base," Simon replied. "Don't know about now. We're about to find out." 

He led the way down the hall, the wood floor creaking under their weight. "Wait here." He said lowly. 

"Why?" 

"I don't know if he's decent or not." 

She giggled, "Okay." 

He slowly turned the knob that led into the room, Soap's sleeping form taking up the entire bed as he slept on his stomach. Simon kept the light off, motioning for her to enter the room, smirking as she entered the room with a pair of scissors and a marker. "Give me that." He smirked. 

She watched as he took the marker, lightly tracing circles around his eyes and drawing a cartoonish mustache on his lip that curled up onto his cheeks while Kiera cut small circles on his shirt and pants as well as his socks. "Sleepin' like a rock, yeah?" He whispered to him, pleased at how the prank wasn't ruined by Soap waking to his mischievous touch. 

Kiera giggled, setting the elf on the foot of his bed with the scissors in its arms. A menace, she thought as she looked at the silly toy, following Simon out of the room with shared whispers as to how he would react in the morning.

After wishing a good night's sleep to Price on their way out, the couple laughed as they ran through the pouring snow, Simon's hand grasping hers as he led the way, entering her house with their hands all over each other as the floor was slick with their wet shoes. Snowflakes stuck to her hair, leaving wet tresses behind as it melted. She looked up as snow dusted on Simon's hair as well, leaving small flakes to latch to his eyelashes. "I'm so jealous." She whispered, bringing her hands up to his face and wiping the snow away from his eyebrows.

"Of what?" 

"That you have longer eyelashes than me," She giggled, watching him roll his eyes playfully. "I need to get mine done now that I'm thinking about it." 

"Done?" 

"Yeah, I used to get eyelash extensions. They're so short. I used to get my nails done, too. Might just run into town next week and get it done." 

He huffed a laugh, "You don't need to do that. You're beautiful the way you are. But if you do, let me know and I'll pay for it." 

"No, no, don't be spending your money on me, babe." She shook her head.

"Why not? I can't take care of you?" 

"Oh, you can, but you don't have to pay for the things I want. You spend your money for things you want." 

"And I want to spend my money on you." He said lowly, his hands resting on the small of her back. 

She sighed, breathing a chuckle as she pressed her forehead against his chest, "We'll argue about this later. I'm ready for bed." 

"I'll be right behind you, love." 

*

Christmas Morning, 2022

Snow had settled with the rising sun, piercing wind kissing the side of every building in its wake. Both Kiera and Simon had slept soundly that night, neither one having a nightmare nor even a tussle, both waking up in the same position they had fallen asleep in. 

Sunlight beamed through the bedroom window, Simon's eyes fluttering open as Kiera's warm body nestled against him as she sought his warmth. He fought the urge to go back to sleep, but he just couldn't. She was too warm and looked too peaceful, Simon knowing that she needed it. He breathed in heavily, fighting a yawn as he pressed his lips to her forehead, his cheek soon to replace them as he let her cling to him after his growing stubble had tickled her sensitive skin. 

She hummed, her right arm that was draped over his torso tightening as if she were reassuring herself that he was still there. Her fingers splayed just at the bottom of his ribcage, unaware that Simon didn't like that area touched his hand and gently grasped hers, removing it from the area as he couldn't fight the haunting thoughts of being hung by his ribs from his mind. 

He knew she had no cruel intentions toward him as it was an innocent gesture masked by her sleep. Anywhere else belongs to you, love, he thought. Just not there.

Keeping her hand encased in his, he rubbed the top of hers with his thumb, feeling her squeeze it back subtly as she began to wake up, fluttering her hazel eyes up towards him, flashing a weak, tired smile. "Good morning, baby." She whispered. 

"Morning, sweetheart." 

"What time is it?" 

"Not time to get up yet, that's for sure." 

She huffed, "What if I wanted to?" 

"I wouldn't let you. You're too warm. I'm comfortable." 

He felt her shake her head against his chest as her fingers began curling against his chest, his shirt being taken with her grasp as she was desperate to feel his hot skin against the pads of her fingers. "I'm fine with that." 

*

Kiera awoke to an empty space next to her. Frowning, she slowly sat up in bed before coming to the realization that Simon was finishing up his shower, judging by the sound of the water turning off and the smell of his body wash engulfing her nostrils. Sighing as she stretched, a bright red bow caught her attention as it clasped together a gift bag that he had set on the foot of the bed. Grinning, she was eager to look inside it. 

"No peeking." Simon said as he walked into the room, seeing Kiera on all fours as if she was suspicious about taking a gander at the contents inside. 

"I wasn't." 

"So you normally just curl that little finger around every bag that's in your line of sight?" He chuckled, rustling a towel through his hair before hanging it over the curtain rod, his chest glistening with moisture and a towel hugging his waist. 

He smirked as he noticed Kiera's eyes wander over his body before catching herself as if she didn't look. 

Oh, he knew. 

Fuck, he did it too when she would step out of the shower wrapped in a towel. 

"Well, you can't just sit something here to tease me." She giggled, referring to the gift bag. 

He smirked, "Go on. Open it." 

"I'll wait for you to change. I can wait." She blushed. 

"Who said I was going to change?" 

"I - erm..." 

She was flustered and he picked up on it. How her tongue poked out between her lips to lick away the dryness her blush caused. He noticed how the blush bled from her cheeks and migrated to her neck, leaving red blotches across her skin. 

"I'll be right back," He chuckled, turning back towards the bathroom to get his fresh set of clothes, walking back into the room to take his clothes worn from the night prior into the laundry room. The blush never left her face when he walked back into the room, pleased to know that she had other thoughts on her mind with those doe-like eyes of hers. "Want a tea?" 

"Fuckin' Brits," She giggled. "I'm more of a coffee gal." 

"I'll make some if you want, but I prefer tea in the morning."

"Of course you do." 

He shook his head playfully, walking back into the kitchen to get himself a mug, eager to taste the familiar warmth of Earl Grey spoon over his tongue, hearing her rummage through the bedroom as if she were rushing to do something before he returned. 

When he did, another gift bag sat on the bed along with two other boxes that were wrapped in tight paper. She sat in the middle of the bed, her ankles crossed and a mischievous smile on her face. You didn't have to get me anything, he sighed, his eyes softening to the scene before him. 

She smiled, watching him set his mug on the dresser before joining her on the bed, desperate to taste her lips on his as he cupped her face with one hand as his other kept him balanced when he leaned towards her. "Go on, open it." She giggled. 

"Oh, no, you're going first, love." 

She sighed in defeat, nervous to see what he had gotten her, but grateful that he had thought about her enough in her absence to get her a gift. 

Something she wasn't used to. 

She pulled the gift bag close to her lap, unlacing the bow that held the handles together and removing the tissue paper, and setting it beside her. 

He watched her face steadily, studying hard on her eyes as they lit up at the contents inside. 

She removed the weighted blanket first, her fingers splaying over the fleece lining on the underside of it, immediately removing it from its binding and bringing it over her shoulders. "How did you know I've been wanting one of these?" She smiled. 

"I didn't," He answered. "Figured you'd like one when you're reading on the couch." 

A smirk spread on his face as her eyes lulled shut at the feeling of the blanket around her shoulders. He wasn't a fan of weighted blankets - weighted anything, really - as he thought they felt suffocating. "You have more stuff in there, love." 

She continued to empty the bag's contents, gleaming as she pulled out her favorite bottle of perfume that she was sure he'd never guess, a pair of turquoise stud earrings that resembled the pair she had been looking at online, a pair of fleece socks that she was quick to put on her cold feet, and a book that sat on the bottom of the bag after giggling at the mug that had 'I'm fucking fabulous' printed on the side in cursive font. "Simon," She smiled. "Thank you so much. I love the earrings." She finished, rewarding him with a kiss, Simon smirking into it as the book was still in her hand. 

She plopped back down onto the bed, eager to read the book he had bought for her, opening the front page, noticing that one of the pages had a crimped corner as if it were marked purposely. 

She flipped to it. 

It was a short poem, the few lines speaking volumes to her as if it were something Simon had written himself. "I'm never good with words," He admitted. "I read the same book when I was overseas on my second deployment, wondering when someone would make me feel the way the person sees someone else in these poems." 

She locked her eyes with his during his explanation before turning to the marked page:

i.iv

Suddenly; You came into my comfort zone; You even made my heart feel like home; And since the day you left my home; I think I've lost my comfort zone

She wanted to cry, never feeling the amount of immense love Simon managed to give her in such a short period of time. Some might think that Simon was love-bombing her, but between them, their relationship felt as if they had been together for ages, bonding so well in just a short amount of time during their deployment. 

He knew - knew one hundred percent that she was the person he was going to be devoted to. 

Through hell or high water, Simon would think constantly to himself. 

She was his person. His person to vent to, to love, to protect, to be loyal to - she was going to be his wife one day. 

One fucking day, he thought, glancing down at her left ring finger as she held the book, picturing a perfect diamond ring to dress her finger. 

He was her soulmate - a man to be there to hold her at night, to protect her heart from herself, to extinguish her insecurities with one graceful touch after the other, a man to present her body to in a bed of marriage as a man and wife, a man to love her for all insecurities she carried with her, a man to give her everything she always wanted. 

No other woman could present the bond they shared, finding it rather surprising that they had connected as quickly as they did, finding themselves worrying the each other on the battlefield, thinking of the other during their favorite song, picturing themselves with the other doing ordinary tasks, and wishing they were together when apart. 

She had lived in his mind rent-free since the first time he saw her. 

Relentless, he recounted his first thought of her, remembering how delicate he knew she could be when she was around ones she loved or was fond of. She was a woman of both emotional and physical power, but her hold on him was nothing more than welcoming. 

She smiled as she set the book aside, devoting her full attention to him as she moved to her knees, grasping his face in her soft, yet weathered hands, pressing her lips to his as his hand reached over to stabilize her by her knee. "I love you, sweetheart." He whispered. 

"I love you too," She replied into the kiss, pressing her lips against his a bit harder as he was desperate to deepen it, to continue his pursuit of making love to her. He wanted it so fucking bad that he couldn't see straight sometimes, but that line was all hers to cross first, seeming that her healing injuries weren't stopping her recently. That familiar, throbbing frustration began pressing against his sweatpants, his other hand reaching for the weighted blanket that she had set aside while continuing to open her gift to cover the obvious tension she was causing him, hoping she wouldn't notice. 

Oh, but she did. 

"The things you do to me, love." He breathed. 

"The feeling is mutual, babe." She smirked against his lips. 

Please give me that green light, he begged mentally, his fingertips that were resting on her knee squeezing softly. He knew she wasn't going to just yet, enjoying the vice-like sexual hold she had on him as well as not being physically ready yet, but the thought was nice. He didn't mind her teasing, knowing he could do it just as well, perhaps better if it came down to it. 

You look at me and babe I wanna catch on fire

The lyric to her favorite song made its way into her mind as his gaze on her was enticing, that gleam reminding her of the lyric. It all makes sense now.

When you look at me and the whole world fades, I'll always remember us this way

He felt it, too, coincidentally thinking of the same song, seeing the same gleam in her eye. 

All I really know, is you're where I wanna go

#simonriley #simon riley #simonghostriley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x og female #simon riley x oc #ghost fanfiction #cod mwii #simon riley cod #ghost riley #ghost riley fic #modern warfare ii #call of duty modern warfare

[once-was-muses]

On one occasion of being locked in the crate, Jonathan was surprised to be let out early by a woman he had seen before but never spoke with. He knew she worked for Gerald and he assumed he must have sent her to let him out early. He was further surprised when she began to talk with him about his father, about how he treated Jonathan. He was hesitant to say anything, but did admit to being hurt by him when she asked. She seemed genuinely concerned by this, and made him promise to go tell her if he did anything else. She wanted to be friends, to take care of him.

A few days later, Jonathan went to sit outside near the forest after Gerald put out yet another cigarette on his arm, only for the same woman to come sit with him. She asked him what was wrong, and after some goading he let her see the burn on his arm. After some more gentle pushing, Jonathan let her inspect the burn and even hug him. Surprising him yet again, he found himself comforted by the hug, soon beginning to cry in her arms. She didn’t laugh at him or make fun of him, merely comforted him. After that, Jonathan would often seek her out after being hit or similarly punished, if he was allowed to, desperate for the positive physical touch he had been denied all his life. He hardly noticed or cared when her questions became more and more personal. Only a week after this, Gerald introduced Jonathan to the woman as his new girlfriend, both of them acting as if she’d never met the boy. Understandably confused, but growing to trust her, Jonathan played along, the hope for a proper family he’d been ignoring starting to take root in him. He yearned for a mother to care for him, to keep his father from hurting him, and soon this role became synonymous with the woman in his mind.

A few days after his 13th birthday, after yet another cigarette to his skin, Jonathan accepted her invitation to the small guesthouse she was staying in at Gerald’s current worksite. She fed him and gave him some juice, eventually showing him around the small building with the tour ending in her room. He didn’t think anything was strange when she closed the door, or when she had him sit on the bed with her, or when she started telling him how smart and pretty and brave he was. It wasn’t until she carded a hand through his hair and tried to kiss him that he thought something was wrong. He tried to resist, telling her he wanted to go back outside, but she kept insisting until he gave in. This happened numerous times, each occasion going farther, more kissing, playing with his hair, touching him, making him touch her- She always made sure to tell him how pretty he was when he would try to resist, how smart he was and how horrible Gerald was to hurt such a wonderful boy. Once she brought her boyfriend- who evidently first took an interest in him and proposed coercing Jonathan- into the mix half a year later, the touching only got worse, going farther, at least one of them doing it though it was sometimes both. Usually, she would instruct her boyfriend on what to do or let him take control, watching and enjoying it separate from them. Jonathan wasn’t a very talkative child to begin with, but he spoke even less by then. He didn’t know what to say, who to trust, if he even could tell anyone. He felt sick and hurt, physically and emotionally.

This went on for two years, from age 13 to 15, until Gerald discovered what was happening one day. He stormed into the couple’s bedroom while Jonathan was sitting with them, shooting both of them but only killing the boyfriend as the woman managed to escape through the window. Gerald then sent other employees after her, but not before beating Jonathan and making him promise not to tell anyone what had happened. To make matters worse, Gerald convinced himself Jonathan played a willing part in seducing his potential stepmother, making sure the boy knew this.

Jonathan does still remember these events, recalling them every now and again much to his disgust, but he’s completely forgotten the couple’s names. Only their names. Not that he ever wants to remember, but he is aggravated that he only forgot their names.

#Offered Insight : headcanons #Miasma of Fear : Scarecrow #csa tw #child abuse tw #murder tw #Such is Predestined : queue tag

[who-is-muses]

On one occasion of being locked in the crate, Jonathan was surprised to be let out early by a woman he had seen before but never spoke with. He knew she worked for Gerald and he assumed he must have sent her to let him out early. He was further surprised when she began to talk with him about his father, about how he treated Jonathan. He was hesitant to say anything, but did admit to being hurt by him when she asked. She seemed genuinely concerned by this, and made him promise to go tell her if he did anything else. She wanted to be friends, to take care of him.

A few days later, Jonathan went to sit outside near the forest after Gerald put out yet another cigarette on his arm, only for the same woman to come sit with him. She asked him what was wrong, and after some goading he let her see the burn on his arm. After some more gentle pushing, Jonathan let her inspect the burn and even hug him. Surprising him yet again, he found himself comforted by the hug, soon beginning to cry in her arms. She didn’t laugh at him or make fun of him, merely comforted him. After that, Jonathan would often seek her out after being hit or similarly punished, if he was allowed to, desperate for the positive physical touch he had been denied all his life. He hardly noticed or cared when her questions became more and more personal. Only a week after this, Gerald introduced Jonathan to the woman as his new girlfriend, both of them acting as if she’d never met the boy. Understandably confused, but growing to trust her, Jonathan played along, the hope for a proper family he’d been ignoring starting to take root in him. He yearned for a mother to care for him, to keep his father from hurting him, and soon this role became synonymous with the woman in his mind.

A few days after his 13th birthday, after yet another cigarette to his skin, Jonathan accepted her invitation to the small guesthouse she was staying in at Gerald’s current worksite. She fed him and gave him some juice, eventually showing him around the small building with the tour ending in her room. He didn’t think anything was strange when she closed the door, or when she had him sit on the bed with her, or when she started telling him how smart and pretty and brave he was. It wasn’t until she carded a hand through his hair and tried to kiss him that he thought something was wrong. He tried to resist, telling her he wanted to go back outside, but she kept insisting until he gave in. This happened numerous times, each occasion going farther, more kissing, playing with his hair, touching him, making him touch her- She always made sure to tell him how pretty he was when he would try to resist, how smart he was and how horrible Gerald was to hurt such a wonderful boy. Once she brought her boyfriend- who evidently first took an interest in him and proposed coercing Jonathan- into the mix half a year later, the touching only got worse, going farther, at least one of them doing it though it was sometimes both. Usually, she would instruct her boyfriend on what to do or let him take control, watching and enjoying it separate from them. Jonathan wasn’t a very talkative child to begin with, but he spoke even less by then. He didn’t know what to say, who to trust, if he even could tell anyone. He felt sick and hurt, physically and emotionally.

This went on for two years, from age 13 to 15, until Gerald discovered what was happening one day. He stormed into the couple’s bedroom while Jonathan was sitting with them, shooting both of them but only killing the boyfriend as the woman managed to escape through the window. Gerald then sent other employees after her, but not before beating Jonathan and making him promise not to tell anyone what had happened. To make matters worse, Gerald convinced himself Jonathan played a willing part in seducing his potential stepmother, making sure the boy knew this.

Jonathan does still remember these events, recalling them every now and again much to his disgust, but he’s completely forgotten the couple’s names. Only their names. Not that he ever wants to remember, but he is aggravated that he only forgot their names.

#Offered Insight : headcanons #Miasma of Fear : Scarecrow #csa tw #child abuse tw #murder tw

[cosmosim]

A Guide to Safe and Exciting Travel Experiences for Women

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Conclusion

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#Remote trips for women

[myriadxofxmuses]

I’m leaving the voice up to you, buuuut cabin in the woods, fright night, paranormal activity, and (just cause I found the movie terrifying) grave encounters. :3

From X

paranromal activity: A & B live together. A has become fearful of a potential supernatural presence in their house; B decides to settle the matter once and for all by recording them during the night. Chaos ensues. & grave encounters: A & B produce & star in a paranormal investigation show together. during a routine overnight stay at a supposedly haunted location, their skepticism and showmanship is pushed by real, dangerous paranormal activity.

"You're being ridiculous Rose. There is no such thing as ghosts," Ethan debated with her as he made his way through the guesthouse, her right on his heels countering his skepticism.

He grabbed a beer out of the fridge, tossing the bottle cap into the sink and making his way to the living room, dropping onto the couch. He turned on the television and did his best to drone out her recent obsession with the supernatural. He had no idea where it had come from either. But lately it had been ghosts this and what was that and its gotten so cold in here - Ethan giving very logical, if incorrect, explanations to every paranormal experience Rose threw his way.

"There is nothing in this house that isn't real and phsyical. You're just imagining things. I mean think about it," he went on, shifting to wrap an arm around her and cuddle her into his side. He'd become desperately attached to her closeness, devoring it any chance he got. "You just moved in. This is a new place, with new routines, and new challenges that come along with roommates," he teased with a smirk, wincing playfully when she poked his ribs. "I'd blame it on stress over the supernatural," he said through a laugh. "I'm just saying," he added with a shrug, going back to the t.v.

From either bad luck or coincidence, Ethan managed to turn straight to a ghost hunting show. It was a cheesy, obviously staged, 'reality' show consisting of three cowardly men who exaggerated their fear to every little sound. It was laughable at best, their acting making Tommy Wiseau look Oscarworthy.  There was no way poeple actually bought this shit.

He didn't fight back the chuckle at all when he turned and saw Rose enthralled in the show. Apparently some people did. He set his beer down on the coffee table and slid his arm from around her.

"Alright. That's it. I'm going to prove to you once and for all that there is nothing in this house," he told her definitively, shifting to get his phone out of back pocket - a few google searches later and their new security cameras were scheduled for install.

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"This button here will cycle you through the cameras," the installer demonstrated, the screen in front of them clicking through each room of the house. "This one here," he said poining to a second button. "Will save a thrity second clip." The man once again showing him the process in real time. "This one takes a screenshot only, these work just like a DVD player - play, pause, rewind, that sorta thing -  and this one powers down the whole thing," he said showing him the rest of the buttons and handing the remote over to Ethan.

Ethan promptly cycled through until he came to the front hall, catching Rose coming in the front door. A playfully evil plan formed immediately in his mind.

"Thanks my man," he said to the installer, tipping him a fifty.

"Thank you," he said, holding up the money before shoving it in his pocket. He handed him the work order and bill, the compan's card attached. "Any problems or questions just give that number a call and they can help you out."

Ethan nodded in understanding as the man left to leave the way he came, passing Rose in the process. Ethan watched from the cameras as he politely said hello as he left.  He followed Rose through to further in the house before dashing off to hide behind a door as she apporached, the moniter still within sight. He sprang out just as she passed, shouting boo and laughing when he managed to catch her off guard.

"Look," he said as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and shuffling her over to the security screen, pointing it out and cycling throught he cameras. "These will catch anything that happens around here. You think there's ghosts? Then this will pick them up."

He gently moved her hair from her neck and pressed a kiss to the crook of it. "It will pick up everything," he said smirking against her skin, letting his implications of their sexual escapdes free. "The only thing you should be scared of in here now is me," he growled playfully, nibbling at her neck before parting from her. "Check it out," he said excitedly as he rushed down the hall, showing up on the screen in front of her.

He mimicked slicing his throat and falling down dead then hopped up and did a silly dance before pointing his fingers at his head and killing himself once more with a fingergun shot to the head. His smile was wide and could be seen easily on screen as his laughter drifted down the hall. 

#I'm posting the others as seperate threads #and for this one...spoiler alert....Ethan is going to get possessed. 😈😃 #savagecuhnt #[comfortably numb: ethan] #[everyday is a new adventure: modern]

[kayla1993-world]

Both Marissa Andersson and Oksana Kravchuk own homes on about the same Toronto street, and they're not acquainted until they claim to only have found a concerning connection.

According to complaints to Ontario's Landlord and Tenant Board, their tenants, who informed the landlords because they're in a relationship, built extra bedrooms in their houses without their knowledge, rented them out to some of the occupants, so haven't paid a bill in several months.

Saeed Aldairi and Melissa Tulshi, and per the two landlords, owe them a combined value of close to $120,000 in unpaid food and rent, damage to property, and litigation costs.

Additionally, they claim to still be worried and for health and safety even those residing throughout the rooms, whom were primarily foreigners because of the closer range in which they should be housed. The tenants allegedly continued to bring so many of the students outside the private houses by turning off another heat, turning on it's air conditioners, and opening the windows when the rooming houses were discovered.

The original tenants have all been trying to be evicted, but Andersson and Kravchuk have all been unsuccessful because their applications are taking ages to somehow be approved by that the LTB. They both submitted eviction requests at the end of last year, outlining the circumstances, but even the occurrences having been fast-tracked are still pending before the board.

The landlords claim that whilst not being paid rent in about eight months, Aldairi and Tulshi have begun to run a guesthouse out of their properties.

Aldairi and Tulshi were contacted by email or phone by CBC News several times, although no response was received. Aldairi identified the other residents of Andersson's home as his roommates in documents presented to the LTB against their landlords. Tulshi asserts that Kravchuk permitted her to rent out a room in order to boost her income during the pandemic in January 2021.

On Toronto's west side in Etobicoke, Andersson let Aldairi live in her bungalow on Thirtieth Street last September. Tulshi was residing in Kravchuk's house at the time after agreeing to just a lease in August 2020. Andersson claimed that Aldairi informed her that he may be relocating to her house, and that is close to Kravchuk's, since he and Tulshi actually completed their relationship and he wanted to also be close with her to co-parent their child.

According to emails and texts between tenants and Tulshi while also photos of the house, Andersson's basement was converted into something like a studio apartment and then the first residents moved here within 16 days of Aldairi entering an agreement.

According to filings with the LTB, the saga began for Andersson and Kravchuk at the end of October whenever a neighbor contacted Kravchuk to tell her police had really been called to her property after a dog belonging to her tenant attacked and injured an occupant staying there.

Kravchuk subsequently found why the same guy was going on at another house next door. She discovered it belonged to Andersson, obtained her contact data from a neighbor, and notified her.

Andersson and Kravchuk recommended that the properties been surveyed. They were delighted to reveal other rooms, some with new doors, trim, and lighting, but also the installation of kitchen cabinets or other appliances. Both residences' locks had been overhauled, and security cameras had been erected and not just in.

That's from a December inspection through Toronto Fire Services, Kravchuk's condominium housed seven bedrooms and nine beds, which prohibited fire and municipal laws.

Surya Sriramula and a student flew from India to Toronto for school in September, and they rented a room in Andersson's home after discovering an ad post by Tulshi in a Facebook group for Humber College students hunting for lodging.

Sriramula and Tulshi paid $450 a month for a single bed in a basement shared room, according to online banking documents and messages.

Signs were displayed in both Andersson's and Kravchuk's properties listing instructions for the renters, about where and so they may make phone calls and a laundry schedule that specifies that internet connections will be withdrawn if not followed.

Tulshi, Aldairi, and a child were living between both the three properties, according to Sriramula, Andersson, and Kravchuk. Ads Tulshi posted online last year that select rental units, including Andersson and Kravchuk's, were still accessible. They appear to be deleted ever since.

According to Google Maps, a pet service business connected to Tulshi is still listed at Kravchuk's home.

In LTB documents, Aldairi and Tulshi describe concerns against their landlords, including illegal access into their dwellings, harassment, obstruction of enjoyment of their properties, and withholding basic services like as water. The allegations were rejected both by Andersson and Kravchuk.

Aldairi and Tulshi are asking that landlords pay them a sum of $61,300 in compensation for the allegations.

Andersson requested that Aldairi repair the unauthorized alterations to her home through the Landlord and Tenant Board process. Sriramula and other occupants recorded footage of a crew demolishing bedroom walls and removing doors while the occupants remained in the homes.

According to Sriramula and LTB documents, in early November, either Aldairi or Tulshi attempted to evict the occupants of Andersson's house by "blowing them out."

The neighbors called 911. In Andersson's video, officers are shown, as well as a thermostat with the batteries removed and the windows open wide.

In his LTB application against Andersson, Aldairi claimed that he left a window open because his pet cat had run away and he was waiting for him to return.

Andersson spent more than $2,000 for Sriramula and his buddy to stay for over a month at a nearby hotel and on Airbnb since they had nowhere else to go.

Sriramula said that he and his friend have since found a new, secure home.

Although Aldairi and Tulshi no longer live in their homes, Andersson and Kravchuk say they continued to sublet to other international students. The Landlord and Tenant Board of Ontario are expected to hear the case in August.

But rival landlords indicated at a recent LTB hearing that Tulshi signed a lease with him on November 1 and has been paying rent since. According to his observation, a son and Aldairi share a house, so too do at least four men in the basement.

[thevirgodoll]

the man i love loves another woman. how do i cope?

Alright now. I love you, but this ain't it. I know it and so do you. I have been there, but I needed somebody to kick my ass, not hold my hand. I'm all for some good coping mechanisms, and on my blog I tell y'all we can cry about it, journal about it. You know the deal if you aren't new here.

But when it has to do with a BOY? Nah. We ain’t letting no lil boy win.

Don't ask yourself why he loves that other woman. You will obsess over her, when she isn't the problem.

Ask yourself why you love someone that refused to recognize your worth. What is so special about him? I mean really. What does he have that moves you so?! You may find that you are completely gassing him up, and forgetting about yourself!

Ask yourself what person in their right mind would skip over someone like you. The same way you are hung up over this guy, you could be blocking your blessings for the next. You deserve someone that loves you the way you loved him! It's out there, someone WILL match your energy!!!

Women put men first too much. What do I look like asking you to make a coping schedule for a man that probably is having the time of his life? Let me keep it blunt and to the point. He is living his best life, his world is spinning, and what are you doing?! Don't stop your world. You should be shaking the entire solar system with the power you possess. You are YOU! Nobody can be that. What happened to what I taught y'all to live the doll life?! Self care, mental health, affirmations, high maintenance attitude and self empowerment!

This Dollhouse wasn't built off of tears for other people who did me wrong, it was built off of the self love I had for myself! It was built because I wanted to give MYSELF what people could NEVER give me!!! 

Message me in a few weeks time. I better see you committed to this self love journey and working on your healing. Yes it takes longer than a few weeks to move on, but if you don't realize the basics now, it'll take you forever. I got you, you ain't alone. Now get out of my dollhouse!!! I’ll let you back in when you got some sense! 

#the door is CLOSED! stay in the guesthouse for the time being! #*locks door* lord have mercy #advice #dolldiaries

[bloodcoveredwithwalls]

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You walk out of the kitchen with a glass of coffee. A spoon of sugar and enough milk. Just the way Bo likes it. Today though, he wanted it made for the evening, instead of his usual morning routine.

“Bo! Your coffee’s ready!” You scream up through the stairway.

“Coming!”

Running down the stairs was Bo, with a stack of clothes, some his, some yours. You recognize one of your favorite clothing on the pile in his hands.

“Excuse you, is that my flannel?” You ask, tugging on the cloth.

“Excuse me, and yes. Yes it is, honey.” He answers with his eyebrows raised and an awkward smile.

“Aaand, what is it for?”

“That, I may not be able to tell you now. But, come with me to the guesthouse today, will you? I’ll give you a sneak peak.” He says, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. No struggle of course, he was way taller than you.

You nodded, “Okie. Very exciting.” noticing your wool beanie in between the stack.

Bo’s been working on a new project. For at least a year now, he’s been planning on everything. The songs that’ll be in it, how it’ll be played out. Your living room, bedroom and even the kitchen has Bo’s notes and his notebooks scattered around. You’ve promised him long ago that you wouldn’t open or look into any of them. Of course, you didn’t, respecting and giving him his privacy.  

He stays in the guesthouse for hours a day. From morning to night, some days he would even sleep in the guesthouse. You’ve never been in there since he first went in to start his project. Never stepped close at all. Sometimes though, whenever you lay in bed at night, you swore you could hear him slamming the keys of his keyboard from afar, or maybe even him yelling at things.

You know he struggles with his own content. You’ve been through this quite often. He would sometimes come back to the house frustrated, unable to create something that he would like. Some days, he would come back crying, walking straight into your open arms and sobbing into your shoulder. And although you’ve offered to help, he shrugged it off and reassured you that he wants to try his best and work on it alone.

“You need anything else?” You asked as you follow behind him.

“At the moment, no. Oh, wait actually yes. You know my favorite pair of socks?”

“The one with the yellow bit at the end?”

“That’s the one. Thank you Y/N, honey.”

You place the coffee mug on the kitchen table and walked to your front door, where right next to it, is a little cabinet. You pull the top drawer open and looked for the socks, pulling pair after pair, until you found them.

“Found them!” You happily beamed. But as you look back to where Bo was last, he wasn’t there. You saw the sliding door leading to the backyard open , the gentle breeze greeting the kitchen and living room.

You closed the drawer and briskly walked to the kitchen to grab Bo’s coffee mug before stepping out through the door. You tiptoe through the cold grass, quickly making your way to the guesthouse.

Just as you were about to step into the room, Bo came out, quickly closing the door and stopping you in your tracks. He spread his arms out to cover the door. You looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“Okay. Just a fair warning before you go in.  There’s a lot of random shit scattered around literally everywhere. So, don’t be too surprised. Or worried.” He smiles.

“Got it. Oh, and here are the socks. And coffee.” You throw back a smile at him. Managing a thumbs up with the pair of socks in your grip.

“Perfect. Thank you so much.”

He turns around and slowly pushing the door handle down his his left elbow, turning his head slightly to you with a shy smile on his face as you both enter into the guesthouse.

The lights were off, the room only illuminated by the sun peaking through the blinds. As you look around, you realize he wasn’t kidding at all. The floor was covered in different wires coming out from different directions. A camera on a tripod was set in the middle of the room, facing towards where you first entered. One of his keyboards was placed on its stand near the camera to a certain angle, while the other that Bo owns was on the floor, awkwardly propped up against the wall.

The desk and cabinet had different books and pieces of paper scattered on top, camera

“Alright, if you don’t mind, the sofa we have is where you can sit on for now. I know the room’s an absolute mess right now.”

He puts his hand out for you, and you grab onto him, slowly making your way to the sofa in the corner of the room with your eyes to the floor, making sure you aren’t stepping on any of the cables.

Bo sat down on the sofa, and pats on the empty space next to him, signaling you to sit. As you did so, you couldn’t leave your eyes off every corner of the room.

“So, this is it so far.”  He sighed.

“I don’t even know what most of all the stuff on the floor is for.” You said, waving your hands from the left to the right, framing what you’re seeing.

“Here, let me show you.” He stands up, walking towards on of the devices on the floor. As he stepped on one of the buttons on it, a bright purple light   projected from a panel near you and onto the right side of the wall.

He stepped on a different button, and this time the light projected to another direction from a different panel.

“Woah…” You muttered.

“Pretty cool right?”

“Very cool…” You said with your lips parted in awe.

He takes a sip of the warm coffee.  “And, tonight, I want you to be here as I record my very first step to my project.”

God, his smile could sweep you off your feet every, single, time. You were so proud of him, so happy to see him step out of his nest and finally work on something once again.  

You frantically nodded, not able to contain your excitement.

He took a sip of his coffee, “But. We might have to wait a bit, because I’ve gotta record this first bit in complete darkness.”

“You sure you want me to stay? I mean, I can wait back in the house.”

He placed his mug on the desk beside him and walked towards you. He reached his hand out and you placed yours in his.

“I haven’t been at home much for some time now. I only ever come back to sleep or to have dinner with you. And you’ve been the only person there for me throughout my process of making this.”

His blue eyes stay on yours. His voice is soft, very gentle, making sure you’re getting what he’s trying to say.

“And Y/N, it’s only fair that you get to be a part of it.”

Once again that smile of his is back. You can’t help but to jump up from your seat and hug him, landing your head on his chest. He froze for a second, hands spread apart with you in between. But in a second, he enveloped you in his warm embrace.

“I am so, so, so proud of you.” You said to him in a muffled voice, “I really am.”

He slowly releases you, and holds you by your shoulders. You notice he was a little teary eyed, his face softening from usual. You place a hand on his cheek and he rests on your hand, soon his left hand follows and holds your hand against his cheek.

“Let’s get ready shall we? I’ll help out with anything you need.” You said to him.

For the next two hours, you helped Bo get ready to record. He vaguely tells you what goes where, and you follow as instructed, moving his cameras around, testing it to see if it’s the way he wants it. Lights were moved around to different areas of the room, testing the way it shines onto him from different angles. You listened and watched as he tests his mic, adjusting how loud the audio output was gonna be, making different tracks to separate the instrumental track from his vocals. This was all a fascinating process for you.

Occasionally, you would have to leave the guesthouse to wait outside as Bo tests something out. He’d told you prior to getting ready that he wanted a few things to be a surprise to you when he starts recording. You were a sucker for his surprises. Anything that Bo’s ever made is a masterpiece to you, so, you’d be happy to wait outside to see what he’s done eventually.

It wasn’t long that you had to wait outside until finally, he opens the door to the guesthouse and tells you to come in. Even then, he covers your eyes to avoid you from looking around too much and spoiling the fun. He guides you back to the sofa, and after you’ve settled on your seat, he tells you to close your eyes.

“Keep them closed! No peeking!”

You hear his voice moving further away from you as he said so. Your curiosity grew, wanting to know where he’s going and what he was up to now.

“Okay, okay! Promise they’re closed!”

You covered your eyes with both hands, unable to hide your smile. You’ve never felt this excited for anything ever since the pandemic started.

“Okay, once I tell you to have them opened, I’ll have started recording by then. So, try your best to be as silent as possible.”

“Got it.” You manage a thumbs up with one hand, while the other now covers both your eyes.

You hear him shuffle around the room, a little “ow” coming out from him as he slaps something on. You didn’t recognize what it was. Then, you heard what you thought was the light switch being flicked. After hearing him shuffle around a for a bit more, he finally tells you to open your eyes from a distance.

“Okay, you can open them now, honey.”

You put your hands down and slowly opened your eyes, blinking a couple of times to adjust to the suddenly dark room. Bo was sat on the chair you both set up, with the light shining to his right side. You guessed what he slapped on was the headlamp stretched around his head. You had a million ideas of what it might be for, but knowing Bo, it’s probably an idea you wouldn’t have thought of.

You pressed your bottom and top lip together and did a zipping motion from the left to the right. He smiled, holding his laugh in as to not mess up the shot. You shoot him a thumbs up and he returned it by blowing you kiss.

And he started. He pressed a few buttons on the keyboard of his laptop then sat back against his chair, relaxed and a little slouched. A catchy beat came from the speaker you helped him set up. Soon after, a few synths came in, making a tune. You sat, frozen to the sofa, only able to take in what's happening in front of you.

Bo was looking away from the camera before he slowly starts lifting the mic closer to his mouth, before starting to sing on cue.

“If you’d have told me, a year ago that I’d be locked inside of my home.” In between, a pre recorded audio of him singing came up before he continued singing live again.

“I would’ve told you, a year ago, “Interesting, now leave me alone.””

You were in awe. You love his deep voice. Finally hearing him sing to these new lyrics that he’d wrote over the past year felt so surreal. You smiled seeing how Bo bounces his leg to the beat of the song.

“Robert’s been a little depressed. No~”

You felt your heart sank at the line, but you kept your cool, not wanting to distract him. Although you were quickly able to calm down a little after hearing the bridge of the song come up. You couldn’t lie, it’s a catchy song.

Once you heard the build up to the chorus, you saw Bo reach his hand up to press a button on his headlamp.

“I’m sorry I was gone, but look I made you some content.”

Bo looked up and so did you, and your jaw dropped as the disco ball hung on the ceiling appeared to be spinning around, reflecting the light shining from his headlamp. The disco ball projected all the lights against the walls of the room, making it look so bright and interactive. You looked around the walls, seeing the lights dance on every single item in the room. You couldn’t hide the smile growing on your face, forgetting if Bo might get distracted by you.

“Daddy made you your favorite, open wide.”

You snap your gaze back at Bo after hearing that, loving how he added in that line to the song. He was concentrated as ever, maintaining a leveled eye contact to one point as not to move the light shining on the disco ball. He continues on, and you stare at him, smiling as you enjoyed the catchy tune.

“It’s a beautiful day to stay inside.”

He lowers the mic with the last line, and looks down into the camera, shining it with the headlamp. You squint your eyes, to try and look at him. The room went dark as he turns his headlamp off, leaving the room pitch black. He walked over to the light switch and flicked it on.

He catches your eyes, smiling wide at you.

You stand from the sofa, making happy little hops towards him.

“How did I not see the disco ball?” You ask in complete awe.

“That’s a bit of Bo’s magic.” He jokes, grinning at you as he takes of his headlamp, throwing it to the chair.

You hug him again, tight and proud. Happy that you were able to linger in the guesthouse and watch him take his first step into the project.

“So. What do you think?” He said, throwing a glance around the room then to you.

You cling on to him, a hand around his waist while you lean on his side.

“Absolutely incredible. Loved the song, loved the lighting, and definitely loved seeing you sing.”

“I need you to know this song’s for you. You’re the reason I’m able to start making content again. So, thank you so much.”

You place other hand on his chest, still leaning onto him.

“Thank you for starting again.”

He reached around for your hand, holding both of them in his before leaning down to kiss you. So gentle, so loving. He places his hand on your cheek, letting his fingers fall to your jaw and neck, the perfect fit. He pulls away, giving you one last quick peck on the lips.

You sigh happily.

“Well, we can leave everything here for now. Give me a sec, I’ll just quickly turn everything off.”

You watch as he leaps to his laptop, then to his speaker, making sure everything’s been saved and turned off properly.

“Alright. All good.”

“Pasta for dinner?” You ask him, intertwining your hands with his.

“Anything you make, really.” Nodding in approval.

You both step out of the guesthouse, knowing that for a few months or maybe more, you won’t be able to see him in there anymore. Before he closes the door, you take a last look at the slowly spinning disco ball. You were left to imagine what’s Bo going to create next. Only surprises.

You walked back to the house hand in hand, watching Bruce wait in front of the sliding door.

“Anyways, Daddy huh?” You teased him.

“Oh hush, I know you love it.” He laughed, patting the top of your head.

- 

Boy, was this fun to write. Thank you so much to @pharlapcartoonist​ for the request and idea behind this, I hope you liked it! I’m open to more requests! Hope everyone has a great day! Please stay happy and stay safe. <3

#bo burhnam #bo burnam inside #bo burnham fanfic #bo burnham fluff #bo burnham x reader #bo burnham x y/n

[whoabo]

all i have

pairings: bo burnham x reader.

part one: all i wanted.

warnings: swearing, angst, sad bo.

era: inside (2020–21)

a/n: thank you guys for waiting so patiently for the second part. i’m so sorry it’s been so long, i accidentally deleted the first draft and had to re write it. so hopefully you enjoy. ily <3.

four days.

four days.

three nights.

you left four days and three nights ago. not even saying ‘i love you’ back.

bo hadn’t stopped calling you since that night. the only time the phone stopped ringing was when he fell asleep. clutching a tear stained pillow with bruce asleep by his feet.

he didn’t realize how much he royally fucked up. he didn’t realize just how much harm he did. he thought you were fine while he was working in the guesthouse. she never complained, so he never asked.

he now realizes how flawed his logic truly is.

when he awoke, his face felt hot. it felt wet. lifting a hand to his cheeks he sighed and stood up. the sound of bones popping as he stretched made him cringe.

he walked down the hallway— not without bending down a smidge to block from hitting the doorway. reaching the living room he collapsed on to the couch. he stared at the wall, one that held a framed photo. it was a picture of you and him, about four to five years ago, it was when he adopted bruce.

he always laughed at the picture when lever his eyes happened to land on it. it was pretty much a selfie of you two, that he printed and framed.

looking at it now makes a feeling rise in his stomach, a feeling that he can’t really describe. it’s not painful nor is it a good feeling. it’s more dreadful, anxiety ridden, if you will.

“jesus fucking christ.” he groaned sitting up.

he could already tell the layout of his day.

sit down, get up, call, sit down, get up, let bruce out, sit down, get up, call, sit down, get up, make lunch, sit down, call, get up, feed bruce, sit down, get up, call, lay down, and eventually cry everything out.

sounds eventful.

as he stood over the stove, cooking some eggs. he made a decision to take a two week long break from his special. he’s gonna spend. that time trying to get you to come home.

grabbing his phone he noticed the time; eleven forty nine. (11:49 am) and zero calls. well one from his mother but not one from the person he so desperately wants to talk to. back to his mother, he’ll just facetime her before he goes to bed.

he opens his phone as he turns off the stove. clicking on the green phone icon, he presses the oh so familiar contact.

the sound of your phone ringing was enough to pull you out of your sleep. your eyes squinted as you lifted up your phone to your face.

the name displayed caused a feeling in your stomach. guilt, anxiety, happiness, anger? who knows. it’s hard to depict the feeling to an exact word. if that makes sense.

“fuck it.”

accept.

not daring to say word, you hold the phone against your ear. the sound of his breathing is almost too loud, that being the only thing audible.

“hello? did- did you answer?” hearing quiet shuffles from the speaker, you close your eyes at the sound of his voice.

“you answered.” he spoke, sounding— almost— marveled that you did.

you sigh and open your eyes, “would you rather i didn’t?”

shit. you didn’t mean for that to sound snarky. but he deserves it.

“no, no. i just— you haven’t been answering me all week so i didn’t really expect you to answer.”

you sit up, leaning against the headboard of the bed. you anxiously note the tip of your nails as you figure out what to say to him.

“i’m sorry.”

really? ‘i’m sorry’? you have nothing to be sorry for, he’s the one who should be apologizing. he ignored you for months while living in the same house together and your gonna say sorry cause you didn’t answer his calls for four days?

that’s not shit compared to what he did.

a bittersweet chuckle left bo’s lips, “you’re sorry? i should be the one apologizing. i was a total fucking douche and left you alone. i shouldn’t have put this special so far above you. and to yell at you— .. god, i’m so sorry, honey.” his voice changed a lot during his mini ramble.

it started off very emotional, then started to get louder. not yelling but not taking in his regular speaking voice. it stood directly in the middle. but. it ended with boarder line whispering.

the way his voice sounded like a plead, in some sorts made you want to just drive home and hug and hold him.

he cleared his throat, “i miss you.”

did you miss him?

of course, who are we kidding.

“i miss you too.”

a gasp was heard from the other side of the phone. it sounded hopeful, excited, happy, etc.

“oh, you have no idea how happy that makes me, honey. god, i’ve missed you so much. i truly realized how much of an asshole boyfriend i was— am. i promise i won’t do that again.” he pleaded.

you take the phone away from your ear and look at your sheets.

just go back home.

“i.. uh.” you stuttered.

“you what, baby?”

you squeezed your eyes shut. it shouldn’t be this hard you’ve said this to him a thousand times before.

“i- i love you, bo. i don’t know when, but i’ll be back. soon. okay?” you whispered. so low, bo could barely hear it. but he caught it.

a noise crackled through which sounded like a sigh of relief.

“of course. take your time. i love you too, y/n.”

two am.

two o’ one am.

two o’ three am.

eventually, two thirty am.

weird time to be waking up and deciding to leave your friends house with a small paper on the fridge thanking her for letting you stay.

with a bag thrown— quite dramatically— in the back seat, you’re off.

there was something about that call. about his voice. the way he sounded like he had been sick or crying, maybe even both. how would you know, you’ve been gone.

the time spent away from him, it was needed. but now it was time to go back and see him. hold him. or hold bruce, whoever came up to you first.

pulling up to the house, you turned you headlight off and sighed. it was relief. the relief of finally being home.

all the lights were off but you saw his car in the drive way. luckily he’s home. but hopefully his in the house.

unlocking the door and making it down the hall to the bedroom door, which was already half way open. you snuck in and saw bo facing away from the door and clutching a pillow to his chest. bruce laid comfortably at his feet. you smiled, eyes tearing up the slightest bit.

your legs and feet start to move, somewhat, on their own and you walk to the other side of the bed. slowly, you slip under the covers and place a hand on top of bo’s.

he jolts a little and mumbles out your name, not able to open his eyes fully. he feels your hand come to contact with his cheek and he sleepily smiles.

“holy fuck, you’re home. i’ve missed you.” he slurs, seemingly too tired to even say words properly. the best he can do to show some kind of affection while being half asleep is moving his head to rest on your chest.

“i missed you too, bo.”

“i’m taking two weeks.. uhm, two weeks off from making my thing.”

you laugh at how tired he sounds. not being able to remember what exactly he’s working on at the moment.

he wraps an arm around your waist and soon enough falls back asleep. you smile and pull the blankets up more. almost covering both of your guys chins.

“goodnight, bo.” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead.

“goodnight, y/n. i love you.” he murmurs.

#bo burnham imagine #bo burnham x reader #whoabo #bo burnham #bo burnham fanfic #bo burnham inside #bo fo sho #angst #fluff #fanfic

[albertasunrise]

It's Yours - Chapter 9

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Summary: You and Javier have been sleeping together for almost two years but after his name was leaked by the papers, he is sent home for investigation. You remain behind with Steve to catch Escobar but when he’s finally dead, you decide to go after the man you’ve fallen for. You don’t like what you find when you finally reunite with him.

Warnings: Fluff, Childbirth.

Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader

~

You were in the last month or so of your pregnancy and you were miserable. The Peña men had you refined to your bed or the couch and you were grateful. Your ankles were swollen, your back was killing you and the babies weren’t giving you a minutes rest. With bed rest though came loneliness and with loneliness came overthinking and you were starting to overthink everything. So when Javi had told you that Connie had offered to come out and stay until the babies had arrived you were over the moon.

Today was the day she was arriving and you couldn’t wait. Javier had been busy getting the house ready for the babies. The nursery had been decorated, toy army arranged and furniture had been built. So now his days were spent getting the other house ready for his dad. Chucho was there to wait on you hand and foot when he could but he still had a ranch to run so you spent most of your days alone. Javier had driven to collect the Murphy’s from the airport. Steve was coming down for a few days before heading back to Miami but Connie and Olivia were going to be with you for at least the next month.

It was a little afternoon when they arrived.

You were settled on the couch watching a nature documentary when the door swung open and two golden heads came into view. Connie almost threw herself at you, arms circling your shoulders as she squeezed you tightly.

“You’re so big now.” She squealed as she cooed over your bump.

“I’m a whale.” You sighed, pushing yourself up a little so you could see everyone better.

“You are glowing Mi Amor.” Gushed Javier and you rolled your eyes at him.

“You have to say that Peña.” You grumbled, “You’re the one who got me into this mess.”

“She’s got a point dude.” Conceded Steve, flinching when Javier punches his arm "Mind Olivia." He moaned before the toddle slapped his cheek with her little hand.

"Seems like Livie agrees with me." Chuckled the agent.

Pushing yourself to your feet, you rolled your eyes when Javier leapt to your side and grabbed your arms in order to support you as you waddled along.

“I can walk Javier.” You snapped, sighing when you saw hurt flash across his face “Sorry baby. I’m just a little fed up. Not sure if I can go another month.”

“You know it's common for twins to come early?” Stated Connie and you nodded, rubbing your aching belly as you tottered towards the kitchen.

“Yeah the Doctor did tell us and I’m praying they do. I’m getting impatient now.” You chuckled, pulling out a bottle of water from the fridge before plonking yourself down on one of the kitchen chairs, already exhausted from your short walk.

“You’re doing so well baby.” Said Javier lovingly as he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead “So proud of you, growing out little angels.”

~

Connie, Steve and Olivia were such a welcome distraction.

Steve helped Javier get the guesthouse finished and then had helped Chucho officially move in.

Connie took excellent care of you whilst Olivia and you played. She was fascinated by your bump and how it moved as the babies wriggled around inside. She loved to lay her little head on it, chuckling when she'd get nudged by a foot.

"You like that Liv?" You asked as she chuckled at you, clapping in delight.

'Ye." She squealed.

She'd started to pick up words. Now able to answer yes or no questions and you felt the maternal side of you overflow with pride and each milestone she'd hit.

"Would you like a little brother or sister Liv?" You asked as Connie popped your tea beside you before taking a seat in the armchair across from you.

"YE!" She yelled and she chuckled.

"Well, there you have it Con."

"Well actually..." She started before falling silent, grinning behind her mug and your mouth dropped.

"You're not?"

"I am." She nodded excitedly and you practically screamed in excitement, Olivia mirroring your reaction.

"What... How... wh-" You paused as you processed what she'd just told you "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, we wanted to wait till we passed the 12-week mark before we told people. You know how we've struggled in the past and we didn't want to jinx it." You nodded in understanding, knowing they'd lost a baby a few years back.

"And so everything's okay?"

"Perfect." She said as she pulled some images from her back and passed them to you.

"This is amazing Con." You said sweetly as you gazed at the photos "I'm so happy for you both." You finished as you smiled up at your best friend.

~

It was the last day before Steve was due to return to Miami and you had suggested that the men go out for dinner and few drinks. You were hoping for a relaxed evening, just you and Connie but you could tell that Javier wasn’t sure about leaving you.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” He asked, his big brown eyes making your stomach flip.

“Baby. We’ll be fine.” You chuckled “I’m in great hands here anyway!”

“Come on, you boys go have fun. Might be your last chance before the babies arrive.” Said Connie, giving his arm a friendly squeeze.

“You’ll call if you need anything?”

“Yes!”

“And you’ll take it easy?”

“Yes, Javier.” You groan.

“She won’t lift a finger for herself.” Stated Connie “Unless she needs the bathroom. There's a line.” She chuckled, eliciting a laugh from both you and Javi.

“Fine.” He said, finally giving in “You girls have fun.”

Little did you know that everything was about to change.

~

The first contraction was so mild you barely noticed it. Rubbing your belly, you groaned as you shifted in your seat in an attempt to get comfortable but as the evening went on they became more intense. You’d been warned that you might experience false contractions or Braxton Hicks so you’d decided to ignore them, convinced that they would pass.

It was around 6 when you realised that they weren’t.

“Con.”

“Hmmm.”

“I think I’m in labour.”

...

“I really appreciate you and Con coming out here.” Said Javier as he gave his friend a genuine smile “The Mrs has been really struggling the last few months so I know that she really appreciates Connie being here for the last leg of this. I honestly have no idea what I’m doing. Even Olivia's doing a better job of keeping her happy.” He chuckled as he glanced at his pops “Seems like everything I do is wrong.”

“She’s growing two people inside of her Mijo.” Piped up Chucho, giving his son’s arm a friendly squeeze “She’s entitled to be snappy.”

...

“Your contractions are close together hun.” Stated Connie, holding your hand as another one ripped through you “How close is the nearest hospital?"

“47 minutes.” You panted “Timed… drive.”

“Right well I don’t think the you’re gonna last to the hospital hun.” She stated, “Do you know where the boys went?”

“NO.” You screamed, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as you tried to breathe the pain.

She sprinted to the bedroom and grabbed a few pillows before making a b-line for the bathroom and grabbing some towels. bringing them to you in the lounge and arranging them so she could make you as comfortable as possible. Next, she grabbed the washing up bowl from under the sink and filled it with some warm water, knowing she’d need it to clean up the babies when they arrived.

“Right, sweetheart I need you to trust me.” She started as she pulled down your leggings and underwear “We’re going to have to deliver the babies here. I’m going to take a look and see how dilated you are.”

“SI.” You screamed and she looked at you in confusion.

“Odd time to scream for your ex.” She said before returning her attention to the job at hand.

“No… Call him… He could tell us where Javi is.” You panted out and she nodded in understanding, flicking through the phonebook beside the phone and dialling in the bar's number.

Silently grateful that Olivia's a heavy sleeper.

...

“Wonder what the girls are up to.” Said Steve as he took a swig of his beer.

“Probably watching crappy tv and gushing over all the baby clothes I spent a fortune on the other day.” Chuckled Javier “Si, reckon we can get another?”

“Sure thing.” Said the man as he grabbed two more beers “Another soda Chucho?”

“I think I’m good.” Said the older man “Will be bouncing off the walls.”

“Now that I’d like to see.” Chuckled the bartender as he walked over to the ringing phone and answering it, smile falling as he flicked his head towards Javier.

“What is it?”

“You need to go home.” He stated and Javier immediately started to panic.

“What's going on?” Asked Steve, pulling his eyes from the game on the screen and noting the now tense atmosphere.

“She’s in labour.”

~

‘Where is he?” You sobbed, contractions now so much closer together.

“They’ll be here soon sweetie. I just need you to breathe for me okay?” She instructed and you tried your best to do as she asked “I’ve called an ambulance too but hun…” She paused, glancing down before locking your gaze again “You’re going to have to start pushing real soon.”

“No.” You sobbed, shaking your head as tears stained your shirt “No I can’t.”

“You have to.” She said, stroking your hair away from your sweat-slick brow.

“I need Javi.” You wailed “Where’s Javi!.”

“I’m here baby.” Came a familiar voice and you sobbed “I’m right here beside you Mi Amor.”

Everything around you seemed to disappear and suddenly it was just you and him. Even the pain seemed to disappear and you cried as he pulled you in for a kiss but the moment was cut short when the worst contraction yet tore through you.

“Right hun you need to push.”

“No… I can’t.” You choke on a hiccup as you shake your head.

“Baby, if you don’t push then we won’t meet our babies.” Said Javier sweetly “You can do it, mi corazón.”

Connie ordered you to push and you did. Over and over until you were left limp on the cushions she’d so carefully laid underneath you.

“One more hun.” She said and you weren’t sure you had it in you “Come on he’s almost here.”

That was what you needed to make that final push.

With one more gargantuan effort, his cries filled the air and you let out a relieved sob as you watched her hand him to Steve so he could wash him. Not even noticing Javi cutting the cord. Chucho took his from the blonde agent after he was wrapped in one of the soft blankets you'd bought and bounced him in his arms, desperate to quiet him a little.

“How are you feeling sweetheart.” Asked Connie and you looked at her with a painted expression.

“Exhausted.”

“Well, you don’t have long sweetheart.” She said sympathetically “Your baby girl is on her way.”

She wasn’t lying either. It seemed like you had no time at all to rest before your baby girl started to make her entrance. The orders to push were repeated and you did. Pulling at whatever reserves you had left to push your baby girl into the world and when you made the final one you allowed yourself to ultimately collapse bonelessly onto the makeshift bed as you watched Javi cut the cord and hand her to Steve to be cleaned.

It took a moment for it to register.

You were so tired.

There was crying, but those were your son's cries.

She wasn’t crying.

Why wasn’t she crying?

“Why isn’t she crying?” Javier asked, staring at Connie as she checked over your newborn daughter.

She said nothing. She was calm as she waited for the tiny infant to show any signs of life but after a few minutes, she started CPR. Javier held you as the two of you watched the woman work, unable to control your emotions as fat tears started to fall. Chucho stood with your son in his arms and watched the terrifying spectacle, unable to help the few tears that slipped down his cheeks.

Then you heard the most beautiful sound.

“There you go.” Said Connie as she smiled down at the screaming infant “That's in sweetheart.” She said as she placed the wriggling baby in your arms.

“Don’t scare us like that baby girl.” Said Javier as he looked down lovingly at the tiny being in your arms.

“Don’t forget this little chap.” Said Chucho as he kneeled beside you and placed your son in your other arm.

You took a moment to stare down at your two tiny tots, forehead resting against Javier’s as you basked in the moment. Your whole body was shaking with exertion. You could smell what had happened as you pushed one of your children into the world but you didn’t care. No one did.

Your babies were here.

Everything else was irrelevant.

~

One Week Later…

You and Javier sat cuddled up on the couch, you holding your son and him holding your daughter. Connie was busy helping Chucho in the kitchen, still adamant that she stay a few weeks to help. The two of you had been struggling to come up with names. Nothing seemed to fit and you'd expected to have a little more time.

The ambulance had arrived a little while after you’d delivered and you were rushed to the hospital where they kept you and the babies in overnight. They were happy to discharge you the following day though and you’d quickly settled into a routine. You were sore, struggling to sit down on any chair that you had in the house. So you had almost sobbed when Si turned up with the most beautiful rocking chair you’d ever seen.

“Mae and I bought it when she was expecting and I dunno… I could never bring myself to get rid of it.” He stated, shrugging his shoulders as he placed the chair down “It’s supposed to be really good for breastfeeding and all that. You don’t have to keep it but…'

You stopped his rambling with a kiss on his cheek.

“It’s perfect.” You said sweetly, smiling when his eyes locked onto your son in your arms “Would you like to hold him?”

His eyes grew wide as he looked up at you with childlike excitement and he nodded eagerly, carefully taking him from you and cradling him with such care. You couldn’t help but swoon at the sight. The man would always hold a place in your heart but as Javier came to stand beside you, your sleeping daughter in his arms you swooned even harder.

“We actually had something we wanted to ask you.” Piped up Javier after a few minutes, Si looking up from your son to study you both.

“Well, we wondered if maybe, you’d like to be their godfather?” You said, watching him with hopeful eyes as he processed what you'd just said.

He said nothing. The tears in his eyes was all the answer that you needed and after a few more minutes of gushing over your son, he handed you back you little boy before stealing your daughter from Javier.

“You got names for them yet?” He asked as he bounced her in his arms.

“No.’ You grumbled, “Nothing feels right.”

“Mae and I were expecting a girl,” He said as he smiled down at yours “Had a name picked out as soon as we learned the sex.”

“What was it?” You asked as you sat down on the couch.

“Layla.” He stated, “Reckon she looks like a Layla.” He said with a watery smile, bringing her forehead to his lips and placing a gentle kiss there.

You looked at Javier. Sharing a mental conversation before he turned his head to the man and placed a friendly arm around Si’s shaking shoulders.

“She really does man.” He said, gently pinching her chubby little cheek “Layla Mae Peña.”

The man looked up at Javier and let out a choked sob before looking down at the tiny little being in his arms.

“If that's okay with you?” Javier asked and Si looked at him again.

“It’s more than okay.” The man replied.

“What about Luca for the other one.” Piped up Steve and you all chuckled, the soft moment broken by his eloquence.

“The other one?” You boomed.

“That’s my son Pendejo.” Javier jested as he gave his partner a playful punch on the arm.

“Luca and Layla.” You said, testing the names on your tongue “I think we’ve found their names.” You stated as you laid a gentle kiss on Luca’s nose.

“Does kinda sound like Luke and Leia.” Pointed out Connie and you chuckled again.

“I don’t see what the issue is.” Piped up Javier and everyone chuckled.

“Course you wouldn’t.” Teased Steve “Nerd.”

"You next Con." You said as you looked at the blonde who was cradling a sleeping Olivia on her shpoulder.

"Wait what?" Said Javier, confused by your statement "You're pregnant?"

"Mhmmm." She nodded, smirking at Javier's shock.

"Why didn't you tell me." He whined as he looked at his partner in shock.

#javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier peña fanfiction #narcos fanfiction x reader #narcos fanfiction x you #narcos x you #narcos x reader #narcos fanfic #narcos fanfiction #narcos gifs #narcos #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal

[angryschnauzer]

Overnight

Summary: It may have been a mistake to get off the highway, your car breaking down on an abandoned back road. But just in time a tow truck appears, and the mechanics garage isn't far away... but when you find out the parts will be delivered overnight, you storm off towards town... and somehow find yourself where you least expect.

Pairing: AU Mechanic Chris Evans x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Dubious Consent, AU, Greasy Mechanic Chris, Backroads Fic, Unprotected Sex, Thunderstorms, Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, unprotected anal sex, Sloppy Seconds, Kitchen Sex, Dark Chris, Slightly Creepy Fic

A/N: This is a slightly twisted story, i wouldn’t say it was ‘dark’, but it does have a slightly sinister undertone. I’m also tagging it as dub-con (dubious consent) as although reader never says no, she is never asked either. This is very much a work of fiction, and i urge the reader to take responsibility for their online consumption, so ensure you read the warnings before reading and then only proceed once you have accepted what this story may contain. It is not a light and fluffy fic.

I do not operate a tag list, but you can follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications, as every time i post a story i will reblog there. I have too many stories to do a masterlist, but you can find my entire back catalgoue on AO3 through THIS LINK.

A while back i also wrote a Seb AU Mechanic fic, and here is the link for that: Caught In The Storm

Overnight

You should NOT have turned off the interstate. Sure, you would be stuck in bumper to bumper tailbacks in the searing heat, but surely it would have been better than this. The further you’d driven, the worse your car had sounded, the metallic clanking sound getting louder and louder the further you drove. Something made a loud THUD and you felt the power steering go, and glancing in your rear-view mirror a large oil patch was appearing behind your car as it slowly started to cough and splutter, before coasting to a halt on the side of the cracked road. As the engine died you thumped the steering wheel, cursing and screaming at the broken piece of junk, before with heavy limbs you pulled yourself from the car. 

 Standing on the rough gravel at the side of the road, your hands on your hips, you glowered at the car, a faint hiss of steam coming from beneath the hood. The sun beat down and you could feel the heat of the day sinking into your bones, gnats and midges trying to gnaw at your skin as you slapped them angrily away. Dark clouds grew on the horizon but did little to obscure the beating sun high above you. 

 Checking your cell phone you weren’t surprised to see the no service icon, you were in the middle of nowhere, more likely to be dragged into the surrounding swamp and eaten by god knows what than to be able to call anyone. Just as you were lamenting your woes, the sound of an old diesel engine came rumbling to yours ears, and glancing down the road you saw an ancient tow truck coming into view. Standing in the road you waved your arms to flag the vehicle down; even if it couldn’t help then maybe it could take you to a working phone.

 The truck came to a stop in front of your car, and as the engine cut off and the driver’s door opened, you felt your body go tight. The man that climbed down from the cab looked like sin on a Sunday, long denim clad legs striding towards you, ball cap on backwards doing little to shade his face from the pounding sunshine, and a t-shirt that seemed to be painted onto his broad chest and wide shoulders;

 “In a spot of trouble there darlin’?”

 You let out a huff, you weren’t about to let some back roads hick try and charm his way into your panties… though said panties were suddenly becoming damper by every second he stood close to you. Shaking your head, you stood tall and puffed your chest out;

 “My car has died. If I could borrow your phone to call Triple A, I haven’t got any signal on mine…”

 The guy looked you up and down, his gaze resting on your chest as a bead of perspiration ran down your neck and between your breasts, his tongue darting out to wet his lips;

 “AAA don’t come out here, its subcontracted out to us locals. I’m on my way back to the garage now if you want a tow Sweetheart?”

 Letting out a deep sigh you nodded, returning to your car to grab your purse as the man started to unreel the towing line and called out to you;

 “Hop up into the cab Princess, this won’t take a moment”

 Rolling your eyes at the pet names you bit your tongue; the guy was after all helping you out. Gripping the handle of the tow trucks door you looked down at the old worn paintwork ‘Evans Autos’. You quickly fished your phone out of your bag and snapped a shot, setting it to upload to the iCloud once you got in range of any signal… at least that way if this greasy backroads mechanic chopped you into little pieces you had left a trail of evidence. 

 Pulling the door open you let out a small yelp when you came face to face with a big brown dog sitting on the passenger seat;

 “Scoot!”

 The dog looked at you with utter disdain, and firmly remained sat on the seat. Waving your hands a little you frowned at it;

 “C’mon, scoot over!”

 Over the sound of the towing winch whining at it pulled your car up onto the truck, you heard the mechanic call out;

 “You’ll have to climb over Dodge… he likes the window seat”

 Turning back to the big mutt you could have sworn it had a smug ‘so there’ look on its face, and as you climbed up and around the dog, you sat in the middle of the wide bench seat. Looking around you couldn’t find any seatbelts, so just sat with your hands firmly clasped in your lap. The sounds of lockers being shut hit your ears before the driver’s door opened and the mechanic climbed into the seat next to you and grinned;

 “Best hold on Babe, it’s a bumpy ride to the garage”

 “I’ll be fine, thanks” you muttered as he gunned the engine and pulled away.

 -

 He hadn’t been lying; the roads were atrocious. With each bump and pothole you were bounced closer to him, the dog the other side of you seemingly able to spread out across not only his seat but part of yours. You could have sworn the mechanic was aiming for every single bump possible just to be able to watch your breasts bounce as the truck hit each stone. 

 With each jolt and jiggle your thigh was pressed closer and closer against his, and when the truck hit a huge hole in the road you felt yourself almost  lifted from the seat, suddenly pinned back by his strong arm quickly thrown across your torso to hold you down and from slipping from the seat. The skin of his tattooed bicep was pressed against the exposed neckline and chest, his scent invading your senses; a warm spicy aftershave and motor oil and gasoline. You could feel your panties getting wetter as your legs parted so you could plant your feet on the dusty floor of the truck but it did little to alleviate the aching between your thighs. 

 Finally he slowed the truck and turned the wheel into a sharp left-hand turn, the truck bouncing along a gravel driveway until an old wooden auto shop came into view. Pulling the truck to a stop he climbed out, holding his hand out for you;

 “Dodge likes to sleep in the cab…”

 Rolling your eyes you took his hand and climbed out as gracefully as you could, your short sundress sticking to the seat before you yanked it down to retain what was left of your dignity;

 “So Babycakes, there’s a coupla’ chairs round the side if you want to take a seat whilst I look at your car, and an icebox on the counter just inside the shop, help yourself to a water”

 “Umm, thanks”

 -

 You glanced at the time on your phone. You’d been waiting three hours; the sound of your car being taken to pieces by the mechanic was all you’d heard for most of that time. The only thing that seemed to have changed in those three hours was the humidity rising and the storm clouds coming closer. Rising to your feet you stretched your limbs and turned the corner of the auto shop, glancing at the mechanic as he lay on the floor below your sorry looking car as it was raised on the hydraulic lift;

 “Sir?”

 “Chris”

 “What?”

 “It’s Chris, not Sir…”

 “Ok, Chris. Do you know how much longer it’ll be?”

 Chris pulled himself out from beneath your car, wiping his hands on a rag that was hanging from the back pocket of his jeans;

 “For today, I’ll probably be done in an hour…”

 “Great!”

 “... but I need to overnight the parts I need, so it won’t be ready until tomorrow”

 “What? When were you going to tell me that?”

 “I’ve just ordered the parts Honey”

 You let out a grunt of frustration;

 “Fine. I’ll be back tomorrow… you could have told me sooner”

 You turned on your heel and started to walk away;

 “Where ya’ goin’?”

 “To find a motel, or a guesthouse, or somewhere to stay at!”

 “On foot?!”

 “YES!”

 -

 You had stormed off, anger driving your feet as your white sneakers slowly got covered in brown dust that puffed up from the gravel driveway with every step you took towards the road. Finally you reached the cracked asphalt, taking a sharp right-hand turn and you started along the road. By now the humidity was hanging in the air and it felt like you were walking through soup. Even the midges had given up, their tiny wings not strong enough to cut through the cloying stillness. The sun was now obscured by dark clouds, but you continued on. Finally a crossroads came into view, and you willed your heat-tired muscles to push on, coming to the sign and stopping. The shortest distance was to take a right, so scrambling over the accumulated gravel you continued your journey. 

 -

 An hour later your legs were weary. Your dress clung to your skin as sweat beaded across your brow, down your chest and back. You held your arms out as you walked, hoping just by moving they would cool your skin, but having little affect.

 Finally a small house came into view, further buildings behind it mostly hidden by trees. The hair on your arms stood on end with Goosebumps and you could smell petrichor on the air, you knew the storm was about to break. Quickening your step you found the energy to trot down the rest of the way, past the worn mailbox with most of the letters worn away, the last three just spelling out ‘van’, but you were oblivious, the first raindrop hitting your skin and you sprinted towards the house. 

 By the time you reached the porch the parts of your dress that weren’t stuck to your skin due to sweat were doing so thanks to the rain. A crack of thunder boomed as a flash of lightning lit the sky, and as you cowered under the porch you heard a bark and a very wet brown dog suddenly ran for cover, shivering on the doorstep. Another crack of thunder made you jump, and the dog cowered against you, you crouching down to wrap your arms around the scared creature. Looking at the name tag that hung from its collar you read it; ‘Dodger’, and your heart plummeted to your stomach. Before you could even fathom what had happened, a familiar voice was behind you;

 “You were walking over an hour and you still manage to find your way back here?”

 Turning you looked out to the lawn where Chris stood, the rain pouring over him, his t-shirt stuck to every curve of his body and his jeans hanging low on his narrow hips. Slowly striding towards you he wiped the rain from his face as he stepped under the porch, reaching around you and opening the door to the small cabin;

 “You took a right and another right, didn’t ya?”

 “How did you…?”

 “Well, if you hadn’t stormed off in a huff, I woulda told you to turn left at the end of the driveway. Instead walked a giant triangle and found yourself back here”

 You let out a strangled noise, not quite a cry, not quite a scream, before your body sagged;

 “Can you… can you give me a ride into town?”

 “Nope”

 “No?!”

 “The town is tiny. All we got is a church, a market, and a drug store. Nearest motel ain’t for thirty miles, and you wouldn’t wanna stay there… unless you like cockroaches”

 You could feel your bottom lip quiver, trying to hold back the tears before Chris’s voice softened;

 “I got a couch you can stay on, no funny business, no obligations…”

 He was close, so close. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and you found your mouth moving before your brain could stop it;

 “What if I wanted funny business?”

 There was no more preamble, no more hesitating, he stepped forwards, one hand cupping the back of your neck, the other on your waist as he pulled your body flush against his own, his lips meeting yours.

 The kiss was fierce, your mouth willingly opening as his tongue pushed against your own, dancing together as you tasted one another. His hand on your hip pulled at your dress, curling it up in his fingers until your skin was there to touch, his large hand gripping the soft cheek of your ass. He pushed you back, the hardness of the wooden clapperboards of his cabin rough against your skin, but you were blissfully unaware of it. He pressed one leg between yours and you ground your hips against the firm denim clad muscle of his thigh, in turn the thick hardness that was growing between your bodies he rubbed against your hip, moaning into your mouth as the friction helped release some of the tension that had built during the day. 

 Snaking a hand between your bodies, your dress had already ridden up so he was easily able to slide a hand into your panties, leaving streaks of motor oil across the pale fabric as he sought out your clit. Pushing two wide fingers down he found your soaked entrance and gathered some of your wetness, before bringing his fingers back and rubbing firm circles against your sensitive bud. His lips parted from yours, resting his forehead to your own for a moment you panted into his mouth, the air between you hot and thick, before those kiss plump lips make their way to your neck, sucking and licking at your jugular as his beard scratched against your skin. 

 Your head lolled back and rested against the wooden side of the building, the storm raging around you as you felt your orgasm starting to build. Your hands clung to Chris’s strong arms, his skin patterned with tattoos that you yearned to run your fingertips over tenderly. Your body started to shake, your orgasm growing closer as that coil in the pit of your stomach wound ever tighter, your hand finding its way to the firm bulge that was pressing against your hip, and as you squeezed the hot muscle through the denim you started to come, Chris’s mouth finding your own against as he swallowed your cries of passion. 

 He stilled his fingers as you trembled against him, quickly unfastening the buttons of his fly and pushing the garment down just enough to free his thick cock, taking hold of your thighs as he lifted you.  With strong hands he gripped at your panties before ripping them from your body, the ruined pieces of cotton falling to the floor at your feet. You felt the wide tip press against your still trembling entrance and with a grunt he thrust into you, filling you completely as you screamed out his name.

 You clung to him as he started to fuck you roughly against the wall, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting being drowned out by the storm now wild overhead. With each thrust your body was sent to heavy, the thick stretch of him inside you making your legs tremble as he held one leg over his hip, letting you try and keep the other held up as he pawed at your breasts, pulling your dress and bra down until you spilled out, your tits bouncing with each of his powerful thrusts. 

 No words were spoken, your moans the only thing that could leave your lips as Chris fucked you so hard you were sure you’d never be able to close your legs again and made roadkill of your pelvis with his powerful thrusts. You were trembling around him and you were getting closer and closer to coming again. His lips were on your neck again and muttering the dirtiest things in your ear;

 “Are you gonna cum on my cock babe? Make me fill you with my cum until its dripping down your legs… you’re squeezing me so damn tight, gonna pump you full then take you inside, make you sit on my face, would you like that? Wanna feel my tongue on your cunt?”

 “Oh fuck… Chris, yes… fuck, keep going…”

 He laughed quietly before picking up speed, the slapping sound of his heavy sac against your ass filling your ears as the wide root of his cock rubbed and dragged against your clit. With a grind of his hips you were coming, your fingernails clinging to his back as you shook with pleasure, triggering his own orgasm as he pumped hot ropes of creamy seed deep within your womb.

 Holding you against the wall, he kissed you, his tongue working against your own before he slowly pulled out of you, letting your feet fall to the floor. Your head swam from the pleasure surging through your body, only partially aware of Chris pulling his jeans up enough to keep them on his hips before he wrapped his arms around your waist and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you inside.

 Moments later you were being dropped onto a large bed, the covers messy from when the previous occupant had simply gotten up and dressed that morning, and you watched as Chris stripped his soaked clothes from his body before crawling onto the bed, his gaze feral as he pressed a line of kisses up your sternum before his lips found yours again. His fingers worked deftly against the ties of your wrap summer dress, pulling it open and helping you to wriggle out of it; all whilst his lips never left yours. 

 Finally he pulled away, his strong arms bulging as he flipped you over and pulled your hips up until you were resting on your knees. His wide tongue pulled a thick stripe through your cum soaked folds, from clit to asshole, before grinding his face against your crotch. His tongue was everywhere, sucking on your clit before moving to your well fucked entrance, then moving up and pressing against the tight ring of muscle between your asscheeks. With more insistence he pushed his tongue against your back door and you sighed into the old sheets below you, your fingers curling in the cotton as he slid two thick fingers into your soaked channel whilst his tongue worked against your asshole. When his thumb found your clit a shockwave bolted through you, your scream into the mattress from sheer pleasure as you unashamedly ground back against him, moaning his name as your legs shook. He pulled his mouth away and spat on your asshole, working a finger in up to the knuckle and you started to cum, his fingers in your cunt rubbing against that spongy spot whilst his thumb worked figure eights over your clit, and you found yourself squirting your release as you screamed with pleasure.

 You were aware of Chris pulling away, your body trembling and fluid in the prone position. You heard the quiet click of the cap of a bottle before a cool viscous liquid was slowly spread over your ass. The touch of Chris’s fingers exploring your most hidden of places had you pushing back against his touch, relaxing as he slid two oiled fingers slowly into your ass, massaging you, stretching you. By now you were drooling, your tongue working against the cotton sheet as you bore down as he pushed a third finger into your ass, the quiet squirt of more oil being applied directly inside you had you knowing what was coming, and humming a low moan as you felt his fingers pull away only to be replaced with the well-oiled fat crown of his cock. 

 Turning your head you watched as he pushed the wide mushroom into your tight ring of muscle, groaning as your secret walls gripped him so hard. His large hands pulled your cheeks apart and he spat on his dick as he started to push into you, filling you, parting your walls with his meaty girth. You could feel every vein and ridge as he pushed harder, reaching around and rubbing at your clit whilst he rocked his hips back and forth before he was finally balls deep in your ass. 

 “So fuckin’ good, feel so tight around my dick Baby, taking me so well... “

 His mouth was as dirty as you had hoped, praising you for taking his dick in your ass as he started to fuck you, pushing his legs open to widen your own and allow him in even deeper. Your hands scrambled at the covers trying to find something to grip onto, some sort of purchase, before he was suddenly pulling your arms behind your back and gripping your wrists with his massive hands. Folding your arms across your sweat drenched back he used them to anchor himself as he fucked your ass even harder, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you as your empty cunt ached to be filled. As if reading your thoughts - or you could even have said it aloud, who knows you were so high on pleasure - he grasped your arms in one large hand before curling the other arm beneath you, pushing three fingers into your soaked pussy as he fucked your ass so hard you doubted you’d be able to sit down for a week without feeling it.

 “Fuck… gonna cum Baby, gonna fill this ass with cum so deep…”

 “Yes... Chris, FUCK, fuck my ass, I want your cum…”

 “My fucking gorgeous anal cum slut, your cunt is gorgeous, but I’m gonna fuck this ass from now on… never had an ass this good, this tight… gonna have you gaping by the time I’ve finished with you… my cum dripping down your legs, gonna make sure you never wear panties again, need you ready for me to bend you over and push my dick up this tight ass to fill you with another load…”

 Your orgasm took over, gripping Chris’s dick and fingers so hard it set his orgasm off, a second wave of your orgasm so intense that as you felt your body milking Chris, the room went dark and you blacked out.

 -

 The room was dark, the sound of rain outside soothing to your ears as you tried to figure out where you were, then snippets of your memory came back; your car, the garage, Chris… the storm… fucking him… Turning you saw him quietly asleep beside you, you winced as your muscles protested against moving, but the need for water and the bathroom was too much as you quickly slipped out of the room. 

 Having found the bathroom, you attempted to clean yourself up a little before walking through the small cabin to the kitchen, taking a glass from the counter before filling it and drinking the whole thing at the sink and filling it again. Two warm hands wrapped themselves around your naked body from behind, warm lips and a rough beard found your neck and Chris started to kiss along your shoulders, his hands finding your naked breasts as he cupped them whilst grinding his hard dick into the crease of your ass. Setting the glass down you spread your legs a little wider, and a warm hum of appreciation reverberated through Chris’s chest as he dipped his hips whilst pushing you forwards over the old porcelain sink, the smooth crown of his dick pushing against your used asshole, and you felt the pop as he sank into your cum soaked walls.

 Groaning as you leaned forwards and gripped the cool porcelain, you opened yourself up for him as he ploughed into your murky depths, his thick thighs pushing your legs wide apart before he lifted one of your knees until it was resting on the countertop, your other foot only just reaching the floor as you were stood on your toes, Chris fucking your ass harder this time, gripping your hips as he filled you again and again. His hands moved to your breasts and he pinched your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling the hardened teats until they were painfully hard. Snaking his hands up your front he wrapped his fingers over your shoulders so he could pull you back onto him harder, his thrusts increasing in speed. Your cunt was leaking juices down your inner thighs, and with each thrust his heavy sac would slap against it, reminding you of its emptiness, and you found yourself begging;

 “Chris please… fill my pussy…”

 Chuckling he pulled one hand down and spat on it before pushing three fingers into you, all whilst continuing to fill your ass with his fat cock;

 “You like that? You like having all your holes stuffed? You’re just begging to be filled, used, fucked…”

 “Oh fuck… harder… fuck me harder…”

 With a grunt he increased the speed of his thrusts, the front of your thighs pushing painfully against the sink, your leg muscles screaming at the way you were stretched wide open, but the pleasure was too intense to stop, you needed it, you needed the release.

 You came again and Chris fucked you straight through it, somehow finding the skill to fuck you even harder, sliding a fourth finger into your slick channel as he stretched you so wide. Your head swam, the sound of the storm outside closing the world in around you, and as you came again so did he, filling your ass with another load of his cum.

 Afterwards he carried you to his bed, wrapping his hard body around yours as you fell into a dreamless sleep, the reality of the world far far away.

 -

 Handing over the keys you smiled at Chris as you took them from him. Your body ached and was sore beyond belief, but it was certainly a night to remember. You had slept in until well past midday, only waking when your stomach had growled from not eating anything. Picking at some leftovers in Chris’s fridge, you’d found your soaked sundress draped over the back of a kitchen chair, pulling it on you shivered at the damp touch of the fabric before you’d stepped out of the cabin and found Chris fitting the parts he’d had on overnight delivery to your car. The bill had been more than you had expected - the parts costing more than you had in your purse - so when Chris had smirked at you and suggested an alternative payment, you had sighed with pleasure as he’d fucked you bent over the hood of your car, his dick filling your cunt as he had three fingers stretching your ass. You’d cum so hard you were left shaking, and he had pulled out just before he came only to push an inch into your ass and fill you with another load of his cum.

 With your keys in hand you kissed him, your tongues sloppy before you pulled away just as the sound of tyres could be heard on the rough gravel of his driveway, another tow truck pulling up alongside Chris’s. 

 Sitting in your car you gave him a wave as you pulled away, watching the garage disappear into the distance before you turned your attention onto the road ahead, pulling out onto the dry again asphalt, another summer storm starting to gather on the horizon.

 -

 Not thirty minutes later you were standing at the side of the road, kicking the flat tyre before screaming out at the sky in frustration. You checked your cell phone, groaning when you saw the out of service sign, before stashing it back in your purse. 

 The sound of an old diesel engine could be heard in the distance, and you looked up to the sky before closing your eyes;

 “No… it can’t be…”

 Taking a deep breath with your eyes still closed, you heard the engine get closer until it came to an idle beside you, and familiar voice greeting you;

 “Baby… you need a ride?”

 Chris hopped out of the cab, slipping his hand beneath your dress and giving your ass a squeeze;

 “Gotta watch out for that sharp gravel, it’ll blow tyres out real bad…”

 -

 Sitting in the cab you watched as Chris hooked your car back onto the tow truck, before ducking back inside the truck, this time just the two of you;

 “Where’s Dodger?”

 “Sleeping on the porch… Now, we’re gonna have to order you a new tyre Baby…”

“Let me guess, it’ll be delivered overnight?”

 He leant back and started to unbutton his jeans;

 “You never got to taste my dick last night… how about you try it now whilst I finger that ass ready for the next round? Huh Baby?”

 Settling onto your knees on the wide seat, you took him into your mouth, sucking him as he started the truck, unaware of the rusty nail that he dropped into the pocket of the door, a small piece of tyre rubber still attached to it… he’d found you, and he wasn’t about to let you drive off into the sunset...

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Quarantine: A Love Story {12}

Chris Evans x Reader Series

Warning: Lots of Cursing, Plot, Angst, Slow Burn, PLENTY OF WORDS 

Words: 6.2k

Note: Okay, so this ask/request came in and I was all prepped to write it as a one shot, but I had so many separate ideas that sprang to mind for it and from it. As of right now, I am going to play this one by ear. Hell, I might just keep writing it as long as we’re all in our quarantine/self-isolation. So, it might be one part every week, or I might change it. I honestly have no idea, so let’s start with calling it a mini-series and see where it goes. Thank you anon for the request, hope it’s cool I tweak, twist and stretch this out. 

I hope you guys enjoy this. Thank you for reading as always!!! ❤️❤️

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

***Interactive & Pic Heavy***

Previous Chapters:  Q1 |  Q2 |  Q3 |  Q4 |  Q5 |  Q6 |  Q7 |  Q8 |  Q9 | Q10 | Q11 | 

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-Quarantine: Day 54-

 -Chris-

 He’d thought about kissing you for years. He’d had countless dreams about it and umpteen daydream about how it would happen, how it would feel, and a slew of other things. In three years, the thoughts were always different. He never imagined it would have gone the way that it had. He expected something accidental, or even awkward like a stupid caught under mistletoe thing or even the midnight new year’s kiss you’re suckered into because you’re standing close. That was not what happened. From the day when he’d admitted to you being a temptation, he’d been overcome with the desire to kiss you. The day at his hideaway, that desire had turned into a need. It was now three days later, but he could still taste your lips. Still.

Groaning, he rubbed his face and walked over to his window. He had to find a way to get a grip. He felt out of control like he was going to lose his mind if he didn’t see you, talk to you, touch you, kiss you, making love to you. With that thought, he hit his forehead into the window and groaned.

 “What the hell is wrong with you?”

 The coolness of the glass was only a slight relief until he opened his eyes and saw you sitting beside the pool in yet another sexy bikini. Slowly he looked along your legs that were glistening with what he suspected was coconut oil. You smelled like the stuff every time he was around you, coconut oil and every tropical fruit known to planet Earth. He loved it more and more with each passing day. You smelled good enough to eat, and he’d thought about several ways he’d like to devour you.

 “Get a fucking grip, man!”

When he was about to walk away, you changed positions. He watched as you got onto your knees and peeled off your cover-up to then flip over and bend over, giving him the perfect view of your ass. He felt his face press against the glass, and all he had to do was stick his tongue out to look like the horndog he felt like he was. He always knew you had the perfect ass, but now looking at it practically in all its glory, he realized he didn’t know shit. You had curves his palms were itching to explore. You bent over to the table near your lounge chair and picked up a glass then brought it to your lips. He couldn’t look away. He literally had to forcibly pull himself from the window. Temptation was a horrible thing, a dangerous thing. 

It was temptation he’d battled over the last three days. It was a battle that fluctuated every hour. One hour he was winning the war, and the next, he was the weakest man in the world and damn ready to kick down the guesthouse door and burying his face between those sinful thighs. He literally had to force his mind onto other things. It was hard three days ago, and it was hard today.

 For the last few hours, he’d been trying to make plans in a world that was shut down. Businesses were closed, venues closed, restaurants closed, everything had come to a standstill. That meant he had to get creative. He went through the plan in his head one more time and took up the freshly sealed envelope as he walked to his door. He’d missed this morning’s breakfast on purpose. He knew that if he faced you so soon after last night, every single thing he was feeling would be painted across his face. He also knew that if he came face to face with his family, then he’d go round and round the situation yet again.

 When he got in from walking you back to the guesthouse, he was restless. He couldn’t sit still. After a shower, he still hadn’t exhausted himself. He was wide awake and wanted to do a lot more than go to sleep. From the light on in the guesthouse, he suspected it was the same with you. Every time he laid down and tried to close his eyes, they popped right back open. He went around the last few hours with you, then the last weeks since quarantine began, and he even went as far back as the entire three years he’d known you.

 His first instinct was not to waste any more time and plan that date for the next day, but by the time the sun came up, and he’d gone two miles more than he usually would have, he was in his head. He came up with countless reasons to nip things in the bud.

 It began with you being too young for him. He was two weeks away from being thirty-nine, and you’d just gotten to thirty. He never saw himself doing the whole older man/younger woman thing. The two of you were at different stages in life. He’d made a promise, an important one. He never went back on promises he made; he was always as good as his word. That was just the kind of man he was. You had a type, and it was one he didn’t fit the criteria for. The two of you led and lived two completely different lives.

 This went on all day, for three days straight. The day would begin with him going through countless reasons to end things before they began, or he crossed a line, and by the end of the day, he was right back to where he began, wanting to cross all the lines. He stayed at his hideaway knowing that you wouldn’t show up there again without the okay, and it was a fact he took comfort in. He ate there, slept there, and kept to himself for the most part. When he went back to the main house, it was to make sure you didn’t take his absence in the wrong way and to make sure he didn’t take ten steps back in the progress that was made.

 Every time he saw you, it didn’t take long for your eyes to meet. Once they did, it was the most intense experience. It always felt like your mental brainwaves reached out for one another, and when they synced, it was better than every connection he’d ever thought he had. It was an indescribable feeling but one that reverberated throughout him. He always wanted to get closer. If you were across the dinner table, he wanted to push everything off and kick everyone out and slam you on it. If you were across the pool and your eyes met, everyone disappeared, and the two of you went on this mental trip together, one that had him panting like a dog and sweating by the time either of you looked away.

 The one thing that tripped him up was the night before when he caught you openly ogling him. It was another night of drinking around a bonfire on the beach with the adults, and you were unusually quiet while nursing your glass of wine. He noticed little looks throughout the night, but it was while everyone was enthralled in conversation. When he did notice you outright looking over him, you started at his neck and went lower along his torso and arms. When your eyes dropped to his waist, he was having trouble breathing. Under the intense heat of your eyes, it took everything in him to stay seated and not throw you over his shoulder and run with you down the beach to the tall grass where he knew he could have his way with you. That was when he knew he had to leave, so he did. Once in his bedroom, he was trapped with his thoughts and imagination, and the entire process began again.

 By the time morning came, he was right back to square one, wanting you more than he’d ever wanted any other woman and knowing he had to back away from this. Now he was at the point of saying fuck it. He was only so strong, and three years of continuous strength was impressive enough.

 “Where’ve you been these last three days?”

 His mother stood before him with her arms crossed as she leaned against the front door.

 “Uh, well—around.”

 “Around?” Her eyes bored into him, and he knew it was a matter of time before she saw right through him.

 “I was gonna--,” he began before she cut him off.

 “Let’s take a walk. The others can handle the restocking of supplies.”

 “Ma, it would go faster--,” he began.

 “Walk with your mother, Christopher!” She didn’t even wait for him to respond before she walked out the front door. He knew he had to follow, so follow he did.

 They walked through the front yard along the graveled path in silence for several moments. The chirping of the birds and gentle breeze in the air said summer was on its way. It was a beautiful day, and he hoped it would remain that way to produce a beautiful night.

 “How are you handling the shift in dynamics in your life with this quarantine?”

 “What do you mean?”

 “With what you’ve been doing.” The way she looked at him had him paused, thinking maybe she knew. He remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

 “Normally you’re working twenty-three hours of the day and have little to no free time. It’s been opposite, right?”

 Relieved, he sighed and nodded. “Yeah. It’s been—different, a real change, but honestly, I think I like it more than I should.”

 She smiled and patted his back. “Good. I’ve always told you that you need to take the time to enjoy the fruits of your labor. It is important to have some time to yourself to reflect and recalculate your life choices and decisions, time to see what has been working from what is a massive failure, and make the necessary changes that will impact your life positively. It is important to listen to recognize the signs of life and listen to them. If you go against them, you end up in situations that quickly flutter out of control, and then you’re worse off than when you began.”

 He felt like she was hinting at something very discreetly, and it drove him crazy. She spoke like this when she knew something no one else knew that she knew. When he looked at her, she looked to him with slightly raised eyebrows.

 “Uh—okay.”

 “Have you recognized any life signs within the last—seven weeks?”

 “Ma, what are you talking about? You only go on these deeply philosophical rants when you’re holding on a piece of information that can throw a monkey wrench in something.”

 “I have no such piece of information.”

 He didn’t believe her but decided to let it rest. They took a turn toward the path for the beach and fell into a comfortable silence before she began talking about current events. This was where he got his outspoken nature. She had no problem giving criticism of government policies and officials, and neither did he.

 Soon the sand was underneath their feet then she spoke again.

 “So getting to spend this time with Y/N has been great, right?”

 He scoffed and laughed. “So this is what this walk is about? What did I do now, ma?”

 “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but since you brought it up, do you have to be so cold?”

 “Cold? I’m not cold.”

 “I know that. She doesn’t.”

 He looked to her and knew the two of you had talked. “Has she said something to you?”

 “Do you care?”

 He sighed and focused on the sand beneath his feet. If he said yes, then she could read into it, and if he said no, then he knew she’d know he was lying. His mother could always tell between his truths and lies. It was infuriating.

 “Maybe just be nicer, that’s all and maybe stay away from dropping that you think she makes shitty decisions.”

 He snorted but cringed at the same time. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. He was in his feelings, and it popped right out.

 “Yeah, that was bad,” he agreed.

 “Get to know her a little.”

 “Ha, I think that would defeat the purpose. Don’t you think?”

 “Why?”

 He didn’t answer. There was no need to.

 “Who says I don’t know her?”

 “Learning things about someone on the surface is different than really getting to know someone and all the nuances that make them who they are. She’s a real catch, Chris. I liked her when Scott first brought her around, but these three years—she’s an incredible woman.”

 Her words were not helping his internal struggle. They were only making him sway to the side he shouldn’t even be on. It was getting impossible to keep his distance from you, impossible to let another fifty-something days pass where he didn’t bury his face in your neck.

 “Isn’t it funny how the universe brings things and people into your life at the most opportune times? Often it’s times when we need to make a change—when we’re ready to make a change,” she said in her Obi-Wan Kenobi wise one teaching tone.

 He would have said something about how she was as subtle as a train, but he agreed with her on this one. For the last few days, he’d began thinking it was meant for you to be quarantined with him and his family, it was meant for the two of you to be trapped this close. His mind went back to something his mother said years ago, something that made even more sense now. He nearly laughed out loud.

 “Just be the amazing man I raised, the one who wore his heart on his sleeve and spoke from his heart and did everything with light and love. Remember him?”

 He nearly threw up in his mouth.

 “He wasn’t so bad,” his mother continued.

 “Everyone seems to love this guy a lot more.”

 “They never knew the other guy. I understand that not everyone deserves to know that you, but I’m sure some people might deserve to see him.”

 She looped her arm with his and reassuringly patted his forearm. She knew she was right, and even though he hated to admit when she was right, she was. When they climbed the last step leading to the backyard from the beach, you were no longer at the pool.

 “I’m going to make sure everything is packed away where I like. You—enjoy the sunshine,” his mother said with a smile and an almost unnoticeable head nudge toward the guesthouse before she walked away toward the house.

 He stood there for a few moments going over his own thoughts. This was supposed to be one of the easiest decisions. It was, but it was also a decision that would cause a domino effect. It was like he had to come to terms with flipping the first domino, come to terms with everything he would end up doing as a result of this date. Digging in his back pocket for the envelope, he slapped his palm with it and walked toward the guesthouse. Once at the door, he wedged it in the crack and released the anxious breath he held before he walked off to prepare for the night.

  -Y/N-

You’d been staring at the envelope for the last thirty or so minutes. When you’d come back from the bike ride with the kids, you didn’t expect to see it wedged in the door. At first, you thought it was mail that was forwarded to you, but then you realized you hadn’t given any forwarding instructions. It was then you saw your name scribbled across the front of it, and you immediately recognized Chris’s handwriting.

 You were enjoying the agonizing stares and wayward glances of the last few days. You were grateful for the space he was giving you. You didn’t know if he was doing it for you or if he was having second thoughts. Whatever it was, you were glad about it. You were able to go over every single word that was spoken the night at his place, analyze every action, and even daydream about that kiss. You’d never been kissed like that in all your thirty years. None of your crushes, school boyfriends, adult boyfriends, Charles included had ever kissed you like that, and none of them had ever had you feeling what you felt in those two minutes.  

 For the last few days, that was what was fucking you up. You’d kissed plenty of guys, you were in no means promiscuous, but you enjoyed having freedom of your body and did what you pleased with it. While you were ultimate level exclusive with who you allowed close to you, you had no problem claiming your pleasure. You’d kissed men who loved to use too much tongue or drown you in saliva, or peck at you like they were a bird and you a worm. You’d kissed men who knew what they were doing and those who were entirely clueless, but with him it was different.

 He didn’t use too much tongue; it was the right amount, and he had a thing where he rolled it around yours that sent goosebumps down your spine. The level of saliva was perfection; the only thing that was drowning was your underwear. Then the way he nibbled at your bottom lip and sucked; it took your breath away. It was clear he knew what he was doing. He was at expert mastery in the art of the kiss, and because of it, you were ready to risk it all, and that was a first—a first that scared the shit out of you.

 You’d never had this reaction to a man before, and you were enjoying prolonging it though it was absolute torture. Every time you caught him watching you, you played whatever you were doing up. If you were walking, you’d swish your ass a little more, swimming you’d lean against the pool wall and pretend you’re stretching your back, which sent your breasts out even more. It was amusing to see his reactions. You thought you’d been stealthy with checking him out, but on the beach last night, you realized you were the opposite of stealthy. When your eyes met, it sent you entirely over the edge. When you went to bed that night, you couldn’t help but bring out your bullet vibrator. Your finger was no longer cutting it.

 “Open the goddamn envelope, Y/N.”

 You trailed your fingertips over your name that he’d written and flipped it over, ready to rip it open. You unfolded a sheet of white paper and smiled at his messy but strategic handwriting.

 -Y/N-

 I’ve been trying to figure out the best day and the best way to go about this. You mean that much.

I can’t stop thinking about you.

Will you have dinner with me tonight?

If your answer is yes, please meet me at seven at the house in the woods. God, I hope your answer is yes.

 -Chris

 Your smile was so wide, your cheeks hurt. You could imagine his cheeks were flushed as he wrote this. Such a dork, you thought to yourself.

 “A sweet dork. Huh.”

 You took notice of the butterflies fluttering around your belly and dropped back on the couch with a loud groan.

 “Get a grip, Y/N. It is just a date. One date, one meaningless date,” you drilled with your eyes closed, trying to slow your racing heart.

 After a few minutes, you sprang back up to a sitting position with panic coursing through you.

 “Fuck, what do I wear!?”

 You leaped to your feet and ran into the bedroom to rifle through the closet and drawers. When you packed for this quarantine, you packed sweats, leggings, tanks, swimsuits, cover-ups, underwear, sleepwear, and even lingerie. You didn’t even want to wear actual fabric, so nothing was adequate for a date. After twenty minutes of searching, your entire floor was covered with clothes, and you were sitting in the middle of it full on panicking.

 “What do I do?” Closing your eyes, you fell back onto the pillow of clothing and berated yourself for not thinking to pack anything nice.

 After a long, while you got up and looked around and decided you just had to improvise and cross your fingers it looked good together. It took you almost an hour to find something you were remotely okay with that wasn’t overtly sexy or way too chill. You wanted his jaw to drop when he saw you, but you didn’t want him thinking you were some easy piece of ass. After putting it together, you hopped in the shower. When you eyed your hair remover lotion and thought if you should bother. After barely fifteen seconds of decision making, you slathered the lotion on. Better safe than sorry, you thought.

 By the time you got out of the shower, you had forty minutes to get yourself put together to get to the house. It wasn’t enough time; you knew that. You wanted to give him the full date look. The full glory of a put together you. It probably didn’t matter seeing that he’d seen you without make up these last seven weeks anyway. Something in you said to carry on as usual. By the time you were finished, you slipped on your slides, refusing to dwell on the fact you didn’t have not one pair of heels. You probably looked a hot mess.

 When you opened the door, there was the bike Chris had found you for the bike ride with yet another note in the basket. You smiled, and as you were about to take it, your phone went off.

 MSG Scott: Coming to dinner?

 Fuck, you thought as you wracked your brain with a response. You couldn’t very well tell him you weren’t because you were going on a date with his brother. You groaned and took a deep breath as you tapped a response out.

 MSG: No. Somehow, I have three zoom meetings tonight about a serious project. I’ll be doing this all night. I’ll come by and grab something when I’m done.

MSG Scott: Okay. I’ll even leave a bottle of wine in the fridge for you. I think you’ll need it.

 You smiled but felt like an asshole. Chris was probably going to be balls deep in you in a few hours, and he had no idea. The thought of it had you excited. Grabbing the envelope, you opened it and read the note inside.

 -Your chariot awaits-

 You smiled rolled your eyes as you walked the bike toward the wooded area of the property. Once on the path, you wrapped the hem of your skirt and climbed onto the bike and set off. You did your best to not think about the many ways this night could go. You wanted to stay present because you knew that if your mind wandered, then you’d put yourself in a state of anxiousness for the rest of the night.

 Before you knew it, you were in front of the gate, and your heart was racing, and it wasn’t from the exercise. You climbed off the bike and leaned it against the gate before you pushed through it and nearly fell on your face at the sight before you. The path before you was trailed with lights that made a path toward the house. As you took in the house, you couldn’t help but say, wow. It was covered in twinkle lights that lit up the property with a warm and romantic glow. 

When you looked back to the path, you saw Chris standing there. From the distance you were at, you couldn’t fully make out his face. You hesitated taking your first step but pushed away the uncertainty and walked on. It felt like the longest walk you’d ever taken. After what felt like five minutes, you stopped in front of him. He looked a little shocked and something else you couldn’t decipher.

 “Hi,” Chris whispered. You smiled small at first, but it spread in seconds.

 “Hi. I’m sorry I’m late. It was a task and a half getting to this,” you said, signaling from your face to body. Chris then slowly looked over your figure before he returned to your face.

 “You look—wow incredible.”

 You smiled and released your nervous breath and the worry that he wouldn’t like how you looked.

 “Yeah? I wasn’t sure. I literally had nothing to wear.”

 “You could have come in sweats and a t-shirt, and you’d still look incredible.” You tried to keep a straight face, but it was impossible, your blush took over.

 “Thank you,” you bashfully whispered.

 “These are for you.” Chris held out a bouquet of sunflowers and daisies to you. You couldn’t believe your eyes, and he must have sensed your hesitation.

 “Sunflowers, they mean happiness, adoration, and even loyalty while the daisies mean innocence, purity, and new beginnings,” Chris explained with his voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t need to speak loudly, you heard him loud and clear, and the wat his voice wrapped around you and coxed you closer was not missed.

 “Innocence and purity, huh.” You reached out and took the flowers from him and brought them to your nose.

 “What don’t think you fit the criteria?”

 “Ha, innocent and pure, nope. How did you get these?”

 “I picked them. I think my mother will be very upset tomorrow, but this was an emergency.” You smiled and shook your head. He had game.

 “Thank you.”

 He led the way to the house then stopped to let you walk up the steps and across the front deck before him. As you walked, you could feel his eyes on you, and you were glad you’d chosen this mix and match outfit. Just as you were going to walk inside, Chris took your hand, stopping you in your tracks. When your eyes met, he came closer then looked at your hands. His fingers softly grazed yours, and goosebumps flew up your arm. When he was inches from your face, he looked back into your eyes.

 “Close your eyes.”

 “Excuse me?”

 “Close your eyes. This is your first test in trusting me.”

 You cocked your head to the side and took him in. He was being serious. Scoffing, you shook your head and closed your eyes only to snap them open again. He hadn’t moved an inch. He just stood there patiently waiting. Sighing, you closed your eyes and kept them shut. You didn’t know what he was doing, and the fact that you had no control over this set you off. After a minute, your anxiety was at its peak.

 “Hopefully, by the end of the night when I ask you to do that again, it’ll be easier for you.” His lips were close to your ear. You could smell his cologne and picked up the hint of mint and basil that came off him.

 He took your other hand and led you.

 “Keep coming; you’re doing great.”

 After a few more steps, you stopped. You wanted to open and look, but you fought the urge and instead waited for him to tell you to. Again, it felt like an eternity of silence.

 “Open them.” You took a deep breath and opened your eyes and slowly blew it out when you took in what he’d been doing. Before you, the limbs of the trees were draped in twinkle lights that hung down, mimicking the limbs of a weeping willow tree. In the dead center of the dangling lights was a table set for two with lit candles to finish off the décor. You were blown away to the point of speechlessness.

“Wow.” It was a whisper. Chris stepped out before you and held out his hand for yours. When you placed it in his palm, he led you across the deck down to the scene. You looked around and took notice of a movie screen that was on the exterior wall, and a setup area with candles, cushions, and flowers. You smiled to yourself.

 Chris motioned to the seat for you, and you wasted no time sitting with a plop. Your head was spinning looking at everything he’d done. This looked like he went through a lot of trouble.

I’m going to check on dinner. I’ll be right back.” You nodded and watched him walk toward the house. For the first time, you took in his crisp white shirt and tan colored pants. It was casual, but he looked good. Your eyes dropped to his ass and smiled. He looked really good, you thought. When he disappeared inside, you took in your surroundings again. Taking out your phone, you snapped a few pictures, so you could reminisce later as you reflected.

 You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t realize when he’d returned.  When he touched your shoulder, it scared you half to death.

 “I’m sorry, I thought you heard me.”

 “Oh god, no. I’m sorry I zoned out.”

 “Everything okay?”

 Taking a deep breath, you slowly released it and nodded. “Yeah.”

 “You sure?”

 “Yeah. I was just—admiring what you’ve done here,” you informed.

 “Do you like it?”

 “What’s not to like? It’s beautiful, really beautiful,” you said with a smile before you looked at him. when you did a relieved look washed over him, and that was when you saw he was nervous too.

 “Wine? I know you prefer white, but I have some red too.”

 “But you prefer beer, I can drink beer,” you countered.

 “I’m much more than a beer drinker. We’ll start with the white.” Chris began opening the bottle, and your attention dropped to his hands. He had his cuffs rolled up just enough to show his forearms. As he gripped the bottle and the opener, every single vein bulged in his arm and hands, and just like that, your mind was in the gutter.

 Clearing your throat, you straightened, “Actually, let’s start with the red.”

 “Red?”

 “Yeah, red wine is more potent.”

 “Potent. Uh—do you think stronger is a good idea?”

 You studied him and smirked. “What do you think if I drink red wine that I’ll try to jump your bones?”

 His smile was boyish and adorable. “I never said that. Just thought you’d want a clear head.”

 “I can more than hold my liquor,” you finished. Chris nodded and switched gears and began opening the red wine instead. When he filled your glass halfway, you eyed him, which made him snort before he poured a little more.

 “What should we drink to?”

 You thought about it for a few moments then crossed your legs. Chris’ eyes dropped to your exposed thigh, and you thought this was almost too easy.

 “What do you want to drink to?”

 Chris looked up from your thigh with just his eyes, and you were stunned silent yet again.

 “No masks,” Chris proposed holding his glass out to you.

 “No masks,” you repeated, tapping your glass to his before you took a hearty gulp of the semi-sweet but tart liquid and moaned.

 “Nice choice,” you commented. You could taste the berry and hickory undertones in it, but it wasn’t overpowering.

 “Of course, you’d think so, the wine collector.”

 “Hey, if you like to drink, you better get a hobby that correlates.” He smiled warmly before he sat adjacent to you.

 “I’m sorry I didn’t get you from the guesthouse. I wanted to but--,” Chris began.

 “No, no need to apologize. I understand. Honestly, I think meeting here was a better idea. Cute message, though.” Again, he smiled, and you took another hearty gulp of wine that turned into quite the mouthful.

 “Thirsty?”

 “You have no idea,” you answered. Chris just watched you, and the longer he did, the more your nerves were playing tricks on you.

 This was insane, you thought. No man had you this nervous and anxious. In all the years of first dates, this was a first. You were usually calm, cool, collected, and completely detached and objective. It was all to ensure you analyzed the night correctly down to your date’s words, body language, and efforts with planning the night. You were struggling with remaining objective.

 Your knees nearly buckled when you’d walked through the gate. Then when you stood before him, you nearly panted out to give away just how breathless he made you. When you saw what he’d done to the back of the house, you almost let loose an “aww,” and now you were barely keeping it together to not melt right into him, and it hadn’t even been an hour yet. He was already presenting completely different than he had in the entire three years you’d known him. Your head was still spinning.

 “Are you hungry?”

 Keeping your fresh ass in check, you nodded and took another long sip of your wine. Chris stood and walked back into the house, and you used the time to find your chill.

 When he laid down the trey, he carried he arranged the plates and assortment he’d prepared across the table. The scents coming from the plates had your belly grumbling.

 “Wow, this smells incredible.”

 “You sound surprised. I can cook, you know.”

 “I’d heard stories of you being able to do a little somethin’.”

 “I do more than a little somethin’, I can throw all the way down in the kitchen,” Chris bragged. You nodded as you laughed.

 “Let me be the judge of that.”

 Chris sat and waited for you to take a bite. You sliced your meat and put a piece in your mouth. Instantly the juices of the steak washed over your tongue, and you couldn’t help but moan.

 “Uh-huh, told you. Chef Evans!”

 “All right, it’s good. No need to brag. Cockiness in men is unattractive.”

 “You’re a liar, and you know it,” Chris dryly responded which made you laugh loudly.

 The two of you ate in silence for a few moments.

 “I’ve always liked your laugh.”

 Your shock was evident. He smiled as he finished his mouthful.

 “Ah, that’s right, you thought I hated everything about you. Got it,” Chris teased.

 “Wow, this is surreal,” you added.

 “I always thought I was doing such a horrible job hiding how I really felt, thought I was so see through. Either I was better than I thought, or you’re not as good at reading people as you thought.”

 “Hey, not cool. Don’t come for me, Chris.”

 He laughed again and continued to eat. Your head ran to New Year's Eve. “New Year's Eve, that comment you said. Was that bullshit?”

 His smile was soft as he finished chewing. “Complete bullshit.”

 You busted out laughing then and squealed. You really thought he was throwing shade at you.

 “Oh my god. You asshole. The rest of the night I was in my feelings, I was so salty. Wow, Chris.”

 He laughed some more as you shook your head.

 “Wait, is this what Sebastian meant?”

 “I don’t know what you mean.”

 “As I was making my way over, Sebastian and I chatted, and he said he liked my dress and that no wonder he’s so conflicted,” you divulged.

 “Wow, he said that?”  You nodded and waited for him to answer.

 “Wow. Um, yeah I guess. We’d gone out drinking before, and I must have had too much, and I think I may have let something slip,” Chris explained.

 “Wow. I’m an idiot.”

 “You’re not, you saw what I wanted you to—what I needed you to,” Chris slid in.

 “I was so salty that I was so determined to have fun and ignore you. When Charles approached me, I said, fuck it why not to leaving with him,” you confessed. Chris’s eyes bugged as he leaned back.

 “You’re kidding.”

 With a yikes face, you shook your head. “Hand to God.”

 “Woow. You’re telling me I drove you to him?” His disbelief was evident; you juggled your head from side to side, not wanting to say yes or no.

 “Wow, I’m about to flip this fucking table.”

 You laughed out loud again and covered your mouth, trying to hide just how amused you were. This was perfect comedic irony. Chris finished his glass of wine, then shook his head.

 “Guess I am the asshole.” You shrugged and continued eating.

 Thanks to the laughter, your anxiety had decreased, but you were now wondering if he was thinking about you sleeping with Charles on New Year’s. When you glanced at him, his expression was unreadable, his brows were knitted, and it looked like he was in deep thought, but you couldn’t read if his thoughts were angry ones.

 “Do you remember the first time we met?”

 You smiled fondly as you nodded. It was one of the few pleasant outings with him.

 “God, that lake was beautiful,” you reminisced.

 “It was. I thought you were gorgeous; your smile was the first thing I noticed. Then your laugh,” Chris began with a soft smile on his lips. “I remember watching you cannonball over and over into the lake. You had endless energy, and you never looked more beautiful. You were so full of light and joy. I don’t know; there was something about you that just made me feel like a firefly drawn to you like you were a flame. Then when you began telling your story, I was hooked. You were funny, charismatic, silly, and just carefree. That is one of my favorite memories of you,” Chris finished.

 You didn’t know what to say to that. You had no idea he held that day or memory close at all.

 “We talked for two hours straight that night, right?”

 He nodded, and the two of you just stared at the flame of the candle, both lost in the memory.

 “I remember thinking that night that Jesus Scott’s brother is hot, but he’s smart,” you admitted. When Chris looked at you, you regretted opening your mouth. You gulped down the remainder of the wine and blew out.

 “That was the night I realized I liked you.”

 “Liked, liked?”

 “No, liked, liked was later,” Chris said.

 “When?”

 He studied you for a minute then finished his glass before he reached for the bottle to refill your glasses.

 “It was the fourth of July. We all went to the firework thing in the Hamptons, and the whole night, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. I watched guy after guy approach you, flirt, and with each of them, I felt something that was unfamiliar to me—jealousy.”

 “You’d never felt jealousy before?”

 “When it comes to a woman or men who talk to her? Never. The way I lived my life back then—there was no reason or room for it. I felt it that night, though, and it was unsettling. You talked, and I was hanging off every single word. When the fireworks started, the first burst in the sky lit you up in this amazing light, and the happiness on your face hit me harder than a Mack truck ever could. It was the most uncomfortable I’d ever felt, the most insecure and fearful. It terrified me, but like a firefly, to the flame, I had to get closer. Then when you looked back at me something felt different in that moment, I saw something in your eyes that was unsettling.”

 “Was that when you disappeared? I remember I reached back for your hand and got your fingers. Then they were gone. I looked back, and you were walking away in the crowd.”

 The emotions that came back with the memory surprised you. You’d buried that night so deep, but having it resurface now was unexpected. You took a long sip from your glass and tried to work through the feeling of nakedness.

 “I’ve regretted that night for a long time,” Chris quietly admitted. You studied him and waited for him to continue.

 “Some nights, I thought I regretted walking away, others I thought I regretted everything else.”

 “And tonight? What do you regret?”

 His eyes met yours, and it was there they remained. The longer he stared at you, the louder your heartbeat. You were sure he could hear it, but he didn’t say anything about it. His eyes dropped to your lips and stayed there for quite a while before sadness washed over his face, and his eyes dropped to the table.

 “Ask me again tomorrow,” he softly whispered. You couldn’t help but feel like there was something behind all of that. Something had just happened.

 Before you could bring it up, he changed the subject and asked you about work. For the next fifteen minutes, you explained what you did and your goals and hopes and dreams when it came to your craft. Chris happily listened and never looked bored by a thing you said. He genuinely looked interested.

 Dinner was delicious, and the conversation was flowing and the worries of earlier that you’d have nothing to talk about dissipated. You talked about a wide range of things that didn’t stop at work or interests. You even ventured into the hard-hitting things such as politics. When he went into a spirited rant about his beliefs, you sat there happily listening.

 When he spoke like this with conviction, you found him most attractive. You loved an educated man, a man who had a brain and was not afraid to show it. It was clear he wasn’t his vocabulary was on point, and with every three-hundred-point Scrabble word he dropped, you drank more and more of your wine, hoping it would douse the fire in the pit of your stomach. It did nothing.

 As he spoke, you couldn’t help but watch his mouth. It moved beautifully as if he were speaking the most creative prose. You loved the way his mouth formed the words and letters. He had your undivided attention. Four bottles of wine later, you were still sitting at the table talking, and you didn’t mind at all. You couldn’t help but think how you’d misjudged him all these years. You’d put up a wall after that fourth of July, and with each interaction, you just added another pane of glass to make it thick enough that he could see you, but he’d have no effect. It was clear to you now that he was shattering each pane of glass. His effort into tonight took half of it. He was easy to talk to, the way your brains played off of each other was something you’d expected.

When he turned on a movie to fit across the screen of the makeshift movie theater, you were in a comfortable bubble. He handed you the remote, and that was how Netflix and chill began. You watched an action-comedy that had the two of you laughing loud enough to wake the animals in the woods. Neither of you cared. He laughed when you laughed, and you did the same. Every time he clasped his hand to his chest as he laughed, it pulled at your heartstrings, heartstrings you had no idea existed for him. This one night was fucking you up more than three years of his cold and frigid antics.

 “Wow, I’m gonna have to call Helms and tell him what a fucking good job he did with this,” Chris announced through fits of laughter.

 “Him? My god, that little boy. Shit with my luck that would be my son,” you admitted, which set Chris off on another laughing fit, one that you joined in on.

 “Don’t laugh, I’m serious. He’d be dropping all sorts of f-bombs and pussy talk.”

 “In his Bostonian accent,” Chris added through laughs.

 “Yes. You can see it too.”

 “Yeah, like fugettaboutit sweetart now show me that pussy.”

 You busted out laughing again and hit him on the shoulder.

 “Oh my god, my son would be a badass kid, I can see it now.”

 “Nah, I’d keep his ass in line,” Chris said.

 “Whatever, you’d be laughing with him egging him because he takes after your ass with that dirty ass mouth,” you added. You laughed together for a few moments before you both slowly registered what you’d said and how it came off. You both had just referred to your future imaginary son as a son you would share. Oh fuck, you thought as you finished your wine.

 “I’m gonna get started on those dishes,” Chris announced as he stood and walked off to the table still littered with dishes and utensils.

 You sat there and grabbed the bottle before you, and took it to the head while you reflected a little. After a few minutes, you decided thinking was the enemy right now and took up the glasses to walk inside. Chris had already started loading the dishwasher when you approached.

 “Hey, got room for two more?”

 “Thanks.” He took the glasses and busied himself once again. You hopped onto the counter beside the sink and crossed your legs, leaving your thigh exposed.

 “Why did you build a house on your property that already has a house?”

 “This is usually where everyone comes to let loose. Often the house is always full, and it gets loud. I thought it would be a good idea to have somewhere I could hear myself think or even work.”

 “This is really cool, and interestingly enough, it looks like you. There are so many details that just screams Chris,” you said.

 “Like what?”

 “The bed.”

 You didn’t mean to go right there, but the wine was finally beginning to work.

 “The bed?”

 You nodded and brought the wine bottle to your head again.

 “How?”

 “It’s rustic, kind of, and the plaid on it. You have a lumberjack thing when you come home.”

 He snorted and laughed out loud. “Wow, a lumberjack?”

 “What’s there’s nothing wrong with lumberjacks. There are plenty of women who get hot for lumberjacks.”

 “Are you one of them?” Chris glanced back at you with an eyebrow raised. You smiled.

 “Maybe,” you muttered before taking another sip from the bottle.

 “What do you get hot for?” He didn’t look back that time. He continued on as if he hadn’t heard you, but you knew he had.

 “Not gonna tell me? Gonna make me guess? Okay, I can guess. Let’s see,” you began drinking down the wine.

 “From the expert analysis of members of Lipstick Alley I’d say tall, slim, partly curvy by slim standards, hair color doesn’t matter not really, you can take blonde, red, brown, black, but beauty does, pretty eyes, slim nose, big boobs, nice ass by slim white girl standards,” you listed off as Chris dried his hands and walked to you. When he was before you, he took the bottle from your hands to raise it to his mouth.

 “Sound about right?”

 “Does any of that describe you?”

 “Not at all,” you answered with a smirk as you uncrossed your legs.

 “Then I guess that doesn’t make me hot. Only you have made me hot for the last three years,” he blatantly admitted.

 You snorted and rolled your eyes. “You’re full of shit.”

 “Why?”

 “Because you’ve been fucking all these years. So hence, you’re full of shit.”

 You made a move to hop down, but Chris was between your knees in seconds, stopping you. “How do you know I didn’t have to think about you all these years?”

 Butterflies filled your belly again.

 “Uh--,” you began.

“Cat got your tongue? Is it really that impossible to be true? Impossible to think that all these years I’ve had you in my head while I was with anyone else, had you in my head every night where I stroked myself, had you in my head every night for the last fifty-two days?” You were speechless as you searched his eyes.

 “Welcome to my prison, Y/N,” Chris whispered close to your ear before he walked away back toward the back deck.

 You couldn’t believe your ears. Had he really just admitted to using your image to fuck the thots he had all this time? Had he really just called it a prison? You hopped off the counter and walked out back.

 “What kind of shit is that to say?”

 “It was the truth,” Chris calmly said as he leaned against the table to then cross his stretched out legs.

 “You’re telling me you thought of me while you fucked every girl over the last three years? You thought about me as you had sex with other women? How am I supposed to take that? Is that supposed to feel good?”

 You felt jealousy like you’d never felt before. “Wow.”

 “Does it feel the same way I felt seeing you parade around with every Thomas, Randall, Trevor, Harry, and Charles? Hearing the stories from our friends, sitting there?”

 “There is a huge difference there. You knew how you felt. I--,” you snapped your mouth shut and turned your back to him.

 “You what?”

 “I didn’t know how I felt,” you quietly responded before you spun to him. “You knew how you felt but still chose to fuck them. You still chose how the last three years happened. Now you tell me this. Why?”

 “I made a promise, Y/N.”

 “To who?!”

 “It’s not important,” he began before you got fed up and got closer.

 “The hell it isn’t. who did you promise, Chris?!”

 “You!”

 You lurched back and looked at him as confusion filled you.

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Hi I just saw your autumn prompt list my fall loving heart just bursted. So will you please write 39 for stony. The couple inviting the team and Steve being Super Serum Martha Stewart and Tony can't believe he gets all this domesticity. I love warm homemaker Steve vibes and just head over heels in love with him Tony. Thanks ❤️❤️

AHhhhh I love that trope so much too, anon 🥺

39 / a big family dinner with turkey or ham

“And now we wait!” Steve says excitedly, closing the over door gently and peering in at the turkey inside. He gets like this every Thanksgiving, as giddy and excited as a kid the night before Christmas. Steve loves the holidays, especially now that they’re retired and he can throw himself into planning and cooking and decorating. It’s adorable, really, the way Steve has settled into their quiet domestic life. He still helps out at the Compound every now and then, like Tony still tinkers in his smaller, scaled down lab in the guesthouse off the backyard, but mostly... they’re settled.

“My very own Martha Stewart,” Tony teases, poking Steve in the side. “What’s next?” He asks, because he knows even though Steve said they have nothing to do but wait, he doesn’t actually mean it. The man makes no less than ten sides, rolls, and three desserts for Thanksgiving every year, and works nearly all day. It’s insane, and everyone always leaves with tons of leftovers. 

Tony kind of loves it, though, and he’s just as eager as Steve is for the rest of the old team to come and stay for the long holiday weekend. Aside from Nat, Bruce, Thor, and Clint, they’re also being joined by Rhodey, Carol, Maria, Bucky and Sam, and even Peter and MJ. The house would be bursting at the seams, and Tony couldn’t wait. 

“Think you can handle helping me with an apple pie?” Steve asks, face going serious. He takes his pie very seriously, and has never let Tony help in years past.

Tony smiles at his husband, wrapping an arm around a waist that’s just a little less toned these days, and buries his face between Steve’s shoulder blades, breathing deeply.

“You trust me?” Tony asks, prying himself off of Steve and looking up at him. 

“I do,” Steve confirms with a smile. “I think you’re ready.” 

*

They end up making pies side by side for the better part of two hours, Steve guiding Tony’s hands at first, and then nodding, satisfied enough with his progress to start on a pie of his own. 

By the time they’re done, it’s going on two o’clock, and Steve says something about table settings before departing to the basement, leaving Tony to wonder what else they could possibly add to the impeccably set dining room table. Steve got it set up two days ago, and there was an honest to god cornucopia centerpiece, rolled napkins, and candleholders Tony hadn’t known they even owned. 

Steve reappears before him with small cards and a handful of Sharpies. “Place cards,” he says, clearly relieved to have remembered. 

“Steven, darling, love of my life, everyone knows each other,” Tony points out, but Steve just shakes his head. 

“It makes it feel nicer,” Steve explains. “Makes everyone feel welcome, like we thought about just the right place for them.” 

He had a point. It does sound nice. “At long as I’m next to you, of course,” Tony says with a wink. 

It’s another hour before they have everyone’s names written out and placed at a chair in the dining room, Steve thinking carefully about every choice, (”No, don’t put Peter next to Sam, they’ll start a food fight.”) and they don’t have long before everyone starts arriving. 

Tony looks around at the decorations, the countertops covered in trays of food, the turkey just starting to small in the oven; everything looks perfect, and as much as he can’t wait to see everyone they love, Tony’s struck by just how homey it feels, here in the dining room with Steve.

“Hey, come sit with me for a sec,” Tony says, taking Steve’s hand in his and leading him to the living room. They drop onto the couch together, Steve sighing contentedly when Tony wraps his arms around him and hugs him close. 

“Everything looks amazing,” Tony tells him. “Seriously, it’s like Better Homes and Gardens in here. Who’d have thought Captain America would get old domestic?” He teases. 

Steve gives him a lopsided smile. “I went overboard,” he says with a shrug. “But it was fun, it’s soothing, in a weird way. And besides,” he leans over and presses a kiss to Tony’s jaw. “I had help.”

Tony turns and brings their lips together, smiling when Steve deepens the kiss almost immediately, and groaning when the doorbell sounds. 

Tony grins and lifts his eyebrows. “To be continued,” he promises, getting to his feet and holding out a hand to Steve. “Ready?”

They walk together to greet the first of their guests. 

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2020 Masterlist

A Veteran’s Christmas by Wargurl83

Honorably discharged from the Marines, Captain Dean Winchester is on his way to Cincinnati when he falls asleep and crashes the Impala right outside River’s Crossing. Castiel Novak offers Dean the use of his guesthouse for as long as it takes to get the Impala fixed. As Dean spends time with Cas and the town, he finds himself falling in love. But will Cas’ ex keep Dean from what he really wants?

Written on the Page by Andromache_42

Several years ago, a freak Kansas Christmas Eve snowstorm trapped Castiel in the idyllic prairie town of Holly Bough where he met charming bookstore owner Dean. Every year since, Castiel has made an excuse to spend the holidays in Holly Bough. This year, though, a once-in-a-century flood dampened the town’s Christmas spirit. Together with the town, Castiel has helped rebuild the town’s traditions and now, finally, he’ll get to show Dean the (candied) fruits of his labors.

Holiday in Handcuffs by lovemuppet

In order to avoid telling his family the truth about his love life (or lack thereof) Castiel Novak kidnaps a handsome stranger (Dean Winchester) to take home for the holidays.

The Most Pun-derful Time of the Year by SoloArcana

Castiel makes ornaments for the new residents of his neighborhood as a welcome gift. When someone moves into the unit next door, of course he makes one for his new neighbor. He’s not expecting to start a pun battle with his unfairly handsome neighbor.

Dean’s just moved into his new duplex when he finds a handmade ornament in his mailbox. Charmed by it, he makes one of his own and puts it in his neighbor’s mailbox. What follows is a Christmas ornament exchange like none other. What started as a friendly gesture quickly becomes something more.

Breaking Rules by ncdover1285

Based on the movie Grounded for Christmas. Dean is a bus driver who avoids going home for the holidays. He likes being able to see somewhere new every year and the holiday pay is nice, at least that’s what he tells himself.

This year however winter storm Gabriel has other plans, leaving Dean and his new tour attendant Cas needing somewhere to stay. They are just outside of the town that his brother and sister in law live in when the roads are closed.

Deciding that it would be better if they pretend they are together, they must navigate the holiday and the past and make it through the other side. Come along for the ride, we are breaking rules.

A Crowning Christmas by KindredIsa

When the small kingdom of Haven needs a new omega governess for the princess no one expected that the right choice would be so unconventional. Dean Winchester never expected to find love so far away from home with a stunning alpha king.

A Destiel Snowed Inn Christmas by darkwings17

Dean Winchester, a writer in New York, hates Christmas. He spends most of his time ignoring both the holiday and his family. When an opportunity to go to a luxury resort in Aspen, Colorado over the holidays to write the magazines new top article, he jumps on it.

Castiel Novak, a writer in New York and recently broken up with by his boyfriend, tries his hardest to keep the Christmas spirit alive. Instead of going to his boyfriends house to meet his family like planned, Castiel is craving the distraction of going to a luxury resort for the holidays to write the magazines new top article.

When an unexpected change of plans lands them in a little town known as Santa Claus, Indiana the two men find themselves snowed in at a historic inn where they may just find the Christmas miracle they have been looking for.

Based off of the movie Snowed Inn Christmas.

Gingerbread Alpha by KindredIsa

When Castiel Novak entered the National Gingerbread Championship, the omega never expected to reconnect with his highschool Alpha, Dean Winchester. As the gingerbread bakes, sparks begin to fly...Is that just the ginger or is their love in the air?

Home for the Holidays by one_more_offbeat_anthem

When his best friend Castiel’s brother passes and Cas becomes the guardian of his nephew Jack, Dean’s invited to help put on the perfect Christmas for the kiddo. The only problem? Dean’s kinda-sorta secretly in love with Cas.

Holidate by Kitmistry

Dean and Castiel hate the holidays! Their enduring singledom leaves them subject to the judgment of their meddling family members or stuck with clingy, awkward dates on each festive occasion. When these two meet, they pledge to be each other’s plus-ones for each holiday celebration over the course of the year.

The Christmas Angel by TessAlyn

Single father Dean Winchester and his twin sons take in a mysterious stranger who crashes into their lives a few days before Christmas. The man calls himself Castiel, and there’s something about him that’s not… quite human. Will Dean ever discover Castiel’s true identity? More importantly, will he be able to open his mind (and heart) to new possibilities?

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