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shedreamsofstars · 3 years

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our union is a secret i’m hoping, dreaming, lying to keep - chapter nine

you’ve all heard of ‘pretending to be married when you’re not’, now get ready for ‘actually married but pretending you’re not’

When Tohru and Kyo accidentally find themselves married, they must keep their new union a secret from their friends and family. That’s easier said than done when you’re both newlywed dorks who just want to spend some quality time with one another whilst said friends and family are always one step away from discovering the truth.

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Kyo watched with quiet contentment as the landscape beyond the train windows shifted from open country fields and rolling hills to flat crop fields and back, waiting for the more industrialised and sharper sights of the city to mark their arrival in Tokyo.

He leaned his head against the headrest of the train seat, a hand casually twined with his wife’s fingers as she talked on the phone. Her own head was pressed firmly against his chest, every word she uttered sending gentle vibrations rumbling through him.

“Oh … I see.”

Kyo frowned at her change in tone, glancing down at the top of her head. He squeezed her fingers lightly to get her attention and she looked up to flash him a small smile. It was likely meant to ease his concern, but it was far too strained to do anything but the opposite.

He shifted in his seat, forcing Tohru to sit up beside him, phone still pressed to her ear. “No, no Grandpa, that’s okay, really. I completely understand,” Tohru said in her typical cheerful tone before falling quiet for a moment, a distinct sorrow tugging at the smile she forced onto her face.

“Okay, take care of yourself. I’ll call you again soon.” Tohru nodded slowly at the conversation on the other side before pulling the phone from her ear and ending the call.

“That doesn’t sound like good news.”

Tohru pressed her lips into a thin hard line. Kyo leaned in towards her, forcing her to look up at him. He barely had time to register the soft sigh she whispered into the space between them before she slumped in his direction, landing carelessly against his chest.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and gently stroking her back. “I’ve got you. What’s wrong?”

“Grandpa can’t see us today. He’s really busy with some appointment,” she said after a long silence. “He said he’s fine and not to worry but … I really wanted to see him today.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” Kyo soothed, letting his chin drop onto her head. Tohru was almost faultlessly happy, so to see her upset made him want to do whatever it took to cheer her up. “We’re here for a few days, maybe we can try and find some other time he’s free?” he offered, hoping it might be enough to boost her mood.

“Hmm,” Tohru replied noncommittally, curling in closer to him as if he were shielding her from the hurt. She had been looking forward to seeing her grandpa, and though she wasn’t saying anything right now, he knew it was only because she was still trying to figure out what she was feeling.

Kyo didn’t push her on it, knowing she’d talk in her own time. He pressed a reassuring kiss to her temple and left it at that, deciding to distract her thoughts with other things in the meantime.

He let the quiet silence that fell around them heal her disappointment, holding her close as the train rolled closer and closer to the city. They’d be arriving at their station soon, so if he wanted to cheer her up, he was going to have to think of something quickly.

“You know, instead of heading straight over to Master’s place, we could just wander around and sightsee for a while. You want me to check if Hanajima and Uotani are free this morning?” he asked.

He wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of meeting the two of them the moment they set foot in Tokyo, but Tohru had already been disappointed once this morning. He could suffer their presence for her sake.

Tohru lifted her head to look up at him, her hair falling into her eyes that brightened at just the mention of her two best friends. “That would be really nice,” she said, a small smile blooming on her lips.

“Alright.” Kyo brushed the hair out of her face with his fingers, stealing a quick kiss. “I’ll call them.

“So, Tohru,” Arisa said casually, leaning against a tree and stretching her arms above her head. “How’s living with that hot head going?”

Tohru and Hana sat at the base of the tree, shielding their eyes from the sunlight that filtered through the canopy of leaves above as they glanced up at her. The three of them had paused their stroll around the park to rest, and Kyo had wandered off to find refreshments.

“It really is wonderful,” Tohru admitted, her cheeks flushing involuntarily as a myriad of thoughts about her husband ran through her mind. He’d only been gone a little while, but already she missed his presence and found herself glancing around to see if he had returned yet.

“Look at that beautiful glow,” Hana said, pinching her cheeks playfully. “He might not be us Arisa, but it seems he’s at least figured out how to keep Tohru happy.”

“Oh, I’ll bet he has,” Arisa said, chuckling as Tohru’s face burned so hot she wondered if she’d start melting. “So, any idea of when he’ll propose?”

Tohru’s heart dropped to her stomach. “What?” she stammered out.

“Well, despite his many many flaws, he does seem prim and proper. You know, the type that wouldn’t keep a lady waiting. In fact, I’m surprised he hasn’t done it already.”

The back of Tohru’s neck broke out in a cold sweat and she giggled nervously, hoping that Kyo would come back and help her before she blew their cover.

Unfortunately, he was still nowhere in sight but luck took physical form in Hanajima, who broke through Tohru’s strained silence with her own observations.

“Tohru has always wanted to get married someday. There is no chance that Kyo would risk losing her by holding off. He’s as loyal as a cat that one, so I don’t think we have any need to worry in that department.”

“Hana, I think the phrase is loyal as a dog, not cat,” Arisa corrected.

“Oh is it,” Hana replied, gazing wistfully off into the distance as if the mix up didn’t bother her at all. “I’m not sure I see the difference.”

Not for the first or last time, Tohru found herself wondering just how much the dark-haired girl knew about the Sohma’s history.

“Well … as much as I could watch Kyon suffer, I can’t stand to see you being hurt Tohru,” Arisa said, leaning down and running a comforting hand through Tohru’s locks. “You know, we can talk to him and set him straight if-”

Tohru never got the chance to hear the rest of Arisa’s words as she straightened up at the sound of her name being yelled across the park. Tohru followed the sound to see Kyo heading down the path, four ice cream cones balanced precariously in his two hands.

“Come give me a hand before I drop all of these you damn Yankee!” he called out, struggling to keep the cones upright as he slowly made his way over.

“Who’re you calling Yankee, you damned idiot!” she fumed back, and Tohru wondered if she was more angry at being called a delinquent or the fact that Kyo had interrupted her midsentence.

“Do you want to eat ice cream off the floor? Cause that’s what’ll happen if you don’t take some of these off of me!” Kyo responded, grimacing as some passers-by stared at him for causing a commotion. Arisa rolled her eyes before slowly and reluctantly heading over to help him out, taking both her own and Hanajima’s cones off of him.

“Thank you for going all the way,” Tohru said as Kyo dropped to the ground beside her, handing her the double scooped cone of vanilla ice cream, a tantalisingly warm stick of chocolate fudge sticking out of the top.

“Now that you’re here Kyon,” Arisa said, taking a large bite out of her ice cream as Kyo watched on in horror. “I got a question for you.”

“No!” Tohru squeaked in alarm, her hands flying up so fast that she almost dropped her cone. “Please don’t ask that,” she said, her face flitting between helpless and panicked as she realised where the conversation was headed.

“Something isn’t right,” the blonde girl said, glancing between Tohru and Kyo with a look of pure clarity and an odd gleam in her eye.

“I agree. The waves are in turmoil … but in a pleasantly insistent way. It’s very strange indeed,” Hanajima added, her gaze never leaving the sweet treat in her hands as she devoured it.

“It’s nothing … really,” Tohru said nervously as she glanced at Kyo for support, hoping he’d catch on to what was happening. “We just haven’t really discussed marriage and proposals and … any of that stuff really.”

There was a soft thud from beside her and both Hana and Arisa looked at the source with a curious surprise. Tohru followed their lead only to see Kyo lift his head up from the crook of his arm, looking as if he’d given in.

“No, it’s not nothing,” he grumbled, looking over apologetically at Tohru. “I’m sorry, but I just can’t make you lie to your friends about this.”

Tohru stared at him in shock. “But … what about Master?”

“He’ll find out later tonight, so I guess it doesn’t really matter if we tell them first.”

“Tell us what?” Arisa said suspiciously, a smile on her lips that seemed a little out of place considering the fact her tone was laced with concern.

“Uh,” Tohru stammered a little helplessly, biting her bottom lip as she considered where to begin. With a deep breath to centre herself and a reassuring glance from Kyo, she told her friends everything that had happened over the past week.

About how a simple visit to a festival had spiralled into so much more. Both Hanajima and Arisa listened quietly and patiently as she explained everything from the mistaken paperwork to the ritual and everything after.

“Wait,” Arisa said once she was done, trying her best to hold back a hearty chuckle. “So the two of you got married accidentally,” she said, beginning to cackle gleefully. “And you’ve been hiding it this whole time?”

“A normal person would usually say congratulations or something,” Kyo grumbled.

“I’m sorry, I’ll get there, but that’s gotta be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. You two are such dorks!” she replied, wiping a tear of mirth from her eyes.

“An unpredictably bizarre turn of events, I’ll admit. Although it still doesn’t explain the strangeness I sense around you,” Hanajima said, locking onto Kyo with her sharp gaze. Tohru’s chest went tight as her husband shrank under her scrutiny.

“Okay, that’s enough Hanajima. Let the poor guy live. He can’t be a good husband to Tohru if he’s traumatised by your waves.”

“I suppose not,” she agreed, relenting her mental attack on the red head in favour of reaching for Tohru’s half eaten ice cream who handed it over without a second thought. “I shall send you both blessings on your marriage of absurdity,” she finished, mouth full of pilfered ice cream.

“Thank you,” Tohru replied, looking perkier and less nervous than before. She felt so much lighter and excited about everything now that she knew she could share it with her two best friends.

“Yeah, what she said. Congrats to you both,” Arisa said, leaning forward to thump Kyo on the shoulder. He made a small whine of pain, rubbing at his arm with a deep frown as she took a seat beside Hanajima. “Good job on locking her down,” she added a little more softly, looking as if the words hurt her soul a little.

“Thanks,” he replied to the tall blonde, reaching for Tohru’s hand, and pressing a casual kiss against her knuckles. “It means a lot to both of us.” Tohru wanted nothing more in that moment than to reach for him and press kisses all over his face for being so wonderful and doing his best to get along with her friends, but that would have to wait.

For now, she settled on holding tight to his hand as she caught up with the others and how their lives had been going. It was so delightful and nostalgic, that she almost didn’t notice how the time had flown by. Before she knew it, it was almost time for her and Kyo to meet with Kyo’s father. Hers now too, she realised as an afterthought.

“We should make a move if we want to get to Master’s in time. Tohru and I planned to get there a little earlier, just in case he needed any help in the kitchen since the guy can’t cook for anything,” Kyo explained, his face betraying how horrified he was at the thought of leaving his father in charge of dinner alone.

“I’m sorry to have to leave you both so soon,” Tohru admitted sadly.

“That’s okay. As wonderful company as one of you are, Hanajima and I really have to get going too,” Arisa said, glancing pointedly at Kyo who bristled in response. “Relax, we don’t hate you just yet,” she added with a smirk, noting his response.

“Oh yes, our appointment for this evening had almost slipped my mind. It would be best if we get going too,” Hanajima agreed, reaching to pull Tohru into a warm hug that reminded her of the types she’d get from her mother. Arisa ruffled her hair affectionately before heading off with a goodbye of her own.

“I’ll miss you,” Tohru said a little tearfully as the two girls disappeared down the path that led out of the park.

Once she and Kyo were alone, the first thing Tohru did was grab a hold of his jaw and pull him down for a hard kiss, her teeth skimming against his bottom lip as she pulled away.

Kyo was stunned, looking for all the world as if he had forgotten his own name let alone how to speak actual coherent sentences. “What … ?” he started helplessly, unable to find the words he needed to finish his thoughts.

“I wanted to show you how much I appreciate what you did for me today,” she said quietly.

“I didn’t really do anything,” Kyo protested as he rubbed at the back of his neck bashfully, but Tohru frowned lightly at him.

“I know how much you wanted Master to be the first person we told about our marriage,” she explained as she shifted her hand to press gently against his warm cheek.

“Your happiness is more important than something superficial like that. Besides, Uotani and Hanajima seemed to take the news well, so no I have hope that maybe Master will too.”

“Of course he will,” she reassured him, pulling him into another kiss, longer and softer than the last. “Master thinks the world of you Kyo, and I hope you see that someday.”

Kyo took a deep breath but said nothing more on the subject. “Ready to go?” he asked before a mischievous glint flickered in his eyes. “Or we could find somewhere a little more private for a while,” he murmured against her cheek.

As much as her skin heated at his words, she knew that neither of them were really serious about following through. Not when Master was at risk of burning the entire Dojo down without their supervision.

“I’m sure we can find somewhere,” she said, pressing a soft kiss against his nose as she reached for his hands. “But … not right now,” she smiled happily she began to run, dragging him along behind her with a burst of laughter.

… xxx …

um, lol, so i might have accidentally forgotten to post anything for the last five months ... sorry? this chapter probably wasn't worth the wait, but unfortunately it's all i have right now so i hope you at least tolerated it.

i hope you're all doing good though, especially since the final season of fruits basket is feeding us all that good kyoru content <3

#kyoru #kyoru fanfiction #fruits basket #fruits basket fanfiction #our union is a secret i'm hoping dreaming lying to keep

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ichika27 · 3 years

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Mairimashita! Iruma-kun s2 ep21

Last episode for this season!

It’s strange we’re only getting 21. It feels like an awkward number to end on since many other anime that goes on for 20+ episodes have at least 24-26. Oh well, s3 has been announced so it’s all good I guess.

It's still the Apocalypse (the last day of it) and Iruma is trying to finish all of his homework which seem to be going well. He had a lot to do due to homework being doubled.

Why was homework doubled? It's the consequence of a past action...

It was due to the bet from back at the Walter Park arc! They remembered about it (I kinda forgot about it, honestly, since so many things happened since then).

Grandpa Sullivan is the one to choose the winners and decided it was all of them making them all both the winners and losers of the bet. With this, both the prize and punishments applied - they were treated to an expensive meal but they also have to deal with a ton of homework. Kalego-sensei is pissed he had to pay for everyone’s food but was very happy to tell them that they will be suffering for the rest of the apocalypse.

Iruma worked hard and got through all the homework though.

This Apocalypse Iruma had: gone on vacation with his friends, went on a sleepover at a friend's house, and went on a date... so naturally, this time around he's spending time with family!

He and Grandpa are gonna go buy school supplies. I kinda missed when me and my family did that back in the day. I always found shopping for school supplies fun.

Due to the season's earlier events, Iruma has gotten pretty popular it seems so Grandpa gives him anti-recognition glasses for a disguise. Ain’t the boy cute? I dunno why but with anime characters, glasses actually either add or subtract from how good or bad their appearance is.

Haha this reminds me, there’s this anime called “Castle Town Dandelion” and the MC is a girl who hates standing out and in one episode, her sister gave her glasses that could allegedly do the same thing Iruma’s glasses here could. It doesn’t work like that and everyone just acted as if it does to make her feel better. Akane needed this version lol.

They're headed to Magical Street to go shopping! A new area has been introduced to both us and Iruma.

This is apparently where shops, parks and also teacher's dorms are located. I’m wondering why the teacher’s dorms are here when back in the episodes where Iruma joined the student council, it seems he and the student council members were staying over at school. Why isn’t the dorm for faculty members at school, too then? Weird.

Iruma's Grandpa is pretty popular, too. People crowded around him as soon as they saw him but doesn't recognize Iruma due to the glasses. Makes me wonder why Grandpa didn't wear ones himself lol.

Grandpa Sullivan isn’t just popular as he’s well-liked, too.

First, clothes shopping! Iruma tried on a coat as they need some for the upcoming winter. Grandpa decides these were good and takes an entire rack. Damn they're rich lol. He tells Iruma to just wear a different one everyday.

They're buying accessories next and Opera suggest that Iruma buy a collar for his familiar which is Kalego-sensei lol. Iruma knew it would not end well if he actually did that and declines. Opera is disappointed by this... they really want to mess with Kalego, huh?

I think it’s funny but I also pity Kalego-sensei. Having to deal with his senpai’s antics long after graduating. The nightmare of many former students.

Next they're buying books! God this makes me miss going to book fairs.

Grandpa tells the staff at the desk what books he wanted and each one he lists off automatically flies down next to him (pretty cool). Grandpa explains that Iruma would need a lot of books to learn more spells. They talked about the spell Fractal (which Iruma used to princess carry Ameri last episode) and Grandpa tells him that with enough practice, Iruma could also use it to be able to fly. Grandpa takes this chance to show-off to Iruma by using it to take down a shoplifter. Everyone in the store is amazed but Iruma's praise is the one Grandpa cares about the most.

They continue shopping for stuff. This was funny cause the way Grandpa said the lollipop's name reminded me of how Doraemon introduces the items from his pocket. Also, does this mean that lollipop has no expiration date?

The day ends with the two having a talk (Opera went and got the carriage). Iruma says he had a lot of fun at school which made his Grandpa happy knowing Iruma has gotten used to living here. Grandpa tells him that the new semester would be even more eventful than this one and showed him a poster of what I assume would be the festivals the other fans have been mentioning.

In the middle of their talk, Iruma suddenly asks Grandpa about how to become a Demon King (likely cause he overheard some people wondering aloud why Sullivan, a powerful demon, didn't want to take the job despite being qualified for it).

Grandpa is surprised and speechless for a moment but then becomes happy and says if Iruma is asking cause he wanted to be Demon King then Grandpa will support him. Iruma explains he’s just curious.

Flashback! It seems Grandpa used to work for the former Demon King, Delkiller.

Too bad his face is covered. I’m curious to know what he looked like when he was younger.

Oooh... we finally see him - the infamous Delkiller that's been talked about for a long time. His face isn't completely properly shown for now, I guess but he’s shown to be pretty huge. He seems lazy but he also takes pride in the Demon World he's created. The flashback ends here though.

His hair color reminds me somewhat of Evil Cycle! Iruma’s hair color...

We get a bit of lore info from Grandpa about Demon Kings.

Grandpa explains about the 13 Crowns - representatives of the Demon World who help govern it - and that to become a Demon King, one must possess the trust of every single one since they'd be the one to rule the Demon World.

He also explains the role and power of the Demon King - their word is law and they are the Demon World itself. Demons will do as they commanded. The Demon World is a reflection of whoever ruled it and right now, the Demon World is a fun place because Delkiller-sama was a fun person.

Grandpa explains that with all these in mind, he doesn't know if he'd even get the role someday if he wanted it or if he ever did, if he'd be worthy of it. It’s such a big thing after all.

If he did become the Demon King though, he says he'd do this: make the Demon World "Iruma"-themed lol. Seriously though, he says he'd support Iruma if he'd become the Demon King and would like to see what kind of world Iruma would create.

These statements are very ironic considering who would end up being future Demon King haha.

While Iruma said he didn’t want to become Demon King, he did end up thinking about it. What if he did become the Demon King?

Hmm... for someone who isn’t interested, he looked like he was thinking deeply about it.

They get back home and later that night, Iruma checked the stuff Granpa bought him.

Iruma finally gets a hold of the Demon King Prophecy! We've heard about the prophecy before but Iruma probably hasn't yet until now. After listing the stuff about the future king, there’s a shot of Iruma’s hand with his ring haha. Upon reading this, Iruma thought more about it: What kind of world would it become if he were to become the Demon King?

You’re not the only one wondering Iruma. I’m sure the rest of the fandom is wondering that, too.

The new semester begins! The entire Abnormal class is told that they now have to attain Dalet (4) rank before their second year begins as it's the minimum they'd need to graduate - failure results in them losing the Royal One classroom!

Not gonna lie, the shopping part of the episode reminded me of the scenes at the beginning of the firsts Harry Potter movies with them shopping at Diagon Alley. It’s fun and I got to see more of the Demon World. I wonder if they’d show us other places in the Demon World in the next season.

Grandpa happily doting on Iruma made me think that maybe it’d have been better for him if he had gotten to adopt Iruma as a child. Iruma is already a teenager and so their time they could spend together wouldn’t be as long or as often since Iruma had friends and busy with school. On the other hand, Iruma gained a lot of experiences in his crappy life before getting here and it did help him become the person he is. I guess the problem here is that he’s human and he probably ages faster than everyone else. :P

Like I mentioned before, it feels weird we only got 21 episodes this time. I was hoping there’d be another arc before the end of the season. There’s already a season 3 announcement and for next year, I think, so its all good. It might feel like a long time but I thought the same back when season 1 ended and now the finale for season 2 had just aired. Time flies fast.

I just wanna point out that in the last scene at the classroom when they were being told about the rank raising they gotta do, Agares is shown with his eyes visible. I’m glad they never put that mask back to cover his face cause he looks good haha. Glad they kept this detail.

Well, thank you for reading this and the other posts, too if you did. I guess we’d have to wait for season 3 now. I’m glad this show is popular enough to gain another season so fast. :)

#Mairimashita! Iruma-kun #welcome to demon school iruma-kun #sana_post

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ptersparkers · 4 years

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boston

summary: as a recurring visitor from boston to the outer banks and one of kiara’s childhood friends, you get to know the pogue gang for the summer. oh, and it seems like jj has a thing for you.

warnings: mentions of alcohol and typos, probably.

a/n: i hope boston doesn’t throw people off because i used it as nickname (i think it’s cute). and im not even from boston. ALSO WTF THIS IS 4K WORDS.

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You’re starting to think that coming to North Carolina for the summer wasn’t as fun as you remembered.

The water touched your fingertips as you leaned away from the boat, sticking your hand out to dip it into the cold water. It was too humid for you, for starters. You were used to the colder weather of Boston and often found yourself in long sleeves and jeans with boots with an extra sweater in your car. When it got warm, a pair of leggings and a t-shirt sufficed. North Carolina’s outer banks required swimming suits, shorts, and see-through shirts in order to avoid overheating. That wasn’t exactly your style.

Your parents insisted on having you do something with your summer instead of lounging around and hanging out with people you’d see on a daily basis during the school year. There wasn’t much to do here other than drink and help your relatives on the boat with their fishing company, and the idea of working for free didn’t seem so amazing as it did when you were a child. This was the first summer you’d be spending in the outer banks for the entirety. While you and your parents travelled here for a few weeks, you were the only one staying behind until it was time to go back for school.

In all honesty, you hadn’t recalled much about the place nor the people who lived here. You were aware of the “Kooks” and “Pogues,” and the unofficial war raging between the two groups. What you gathered was that your family lived civilly between the two, not quite in either territory. If you weren’t mistaken, you were welcomed on either side of the island without drawing too much attention to yourself.

Kiara, or Kie, who was your childhood best friend, was the only person you were even remotely close to, and that was overstating it. She resembled the summer camp friend who you barely spoke to until it was time to go away for summer camp. She lived in Figure Eight but hung with the Pogue crowd, from what you understood.

You recalled meeting her for the first time at age eleven, the first time your family had made it a tradition to travel to North Carolina. Your family had wandered to The Wreck, the restaurant her family owned, and became friends because you were the only child in the building and her father had forced her to escape from her shell of a bedroom and spend some time outside. Eleven-year-old you was ecstatic to find another person to spend your summers with, and thus a friendship was born.

“Y/N, you okay there?” your uncle had asked. Pulling yourself out of your daydreams, you whipped your head back and wiped your hand on your shorts.

“I’m fine, Uncle Jim. Just thinking, is all,” you replied. Uncle Jim laughed and pulled the rope from out of the water and asked you to open the ice bin for him to put the fresh fish he had caught.

“Special order for the Camerons,” he explained. “Ward offered to pay me double if we could have this in by this afternoon.”

“So that’s why you pulled me out of bed so early,” you teased. “Mom and dad just left and you’re already putting me to work.”

You closed the ice chest and watched as Uncle Jim put away the cage neatly in the back before wiping his hands on a white cloth towel.

“You know this job like the back of your hand. Might as well put you to good use.”

“Yeah,” you said, sighing. “It’s weird being here without them.”

“Good weird or bad weird?”

You shrugged. “It’s just different.”

“I know you wanted to spend your summer in Boston, but your Aunt Camille and I are happy you’re staying until September.” You smiled and gave him a side hug.

“Yeah, I’m happy to see you two. It’s just that I’m growing up and want to spend time with my friends before we all leave to college, you know?” Uncle Jim started to steer the boat top the main land and nodded.

“I hear ya. Mind dropping the fish off at the Cameron residence after I clean it up?”

You shook your head and watched as the island grew bigger as the boat approached the dock. When Uncle Jim docked the boat, you jumped out and told him you’d be getting a bite at The Wreck, hoping to see if Kiara happened to be working. The door chimed and you could see a few people seated at tables with she was preparing smoothies behind the juice bar.

“You always look like you’re thinking so deeply,” you said, taking a seat at the bar.

Kiara looked up and dropped the banana she was holding and wiped her hand on a towel, the biggest smile painting her lips as she ran behind the bar to embrace you. You laughed and reciprocated, giving her a gentle squeeze as she held you in a near lockdown.

“Two years, Y/N. It’s been two very long years,” she said.

“I wish I could’ve stayed longer last summer,” you said. “My grandpa called us to say my grandma had broken her hip and we flew out the next morning.”

“Is she okay?” she asked.

You nodded. “I think he was just scared but it was probably for the best that we went back home.”

“So I hear you’ll be here for the whole summer, right? I heard our dads talking last night.”

“I can’t tell whether I’m excited about that or not. Happy to be here with you but not happy about working on a fishing boat. You know how sensitive my stomach is.” Kiara laughed and walked back behind the bar, resuming making the smoothie she had halted to welcome you.

“Don’t I know it. Well, when you and I aren’t working we can hang out and I can introduce you to my friends,” she said. “I think you’d really like them.”

“God, I hope so. I’m gonna need friends if I’m going to be here for three months.”

“John B’s kind of like our ring leader,” she explained before turning the blender on. She poured the drink and continued. “He’s kind of like you. A little mischievous but he’s keen for leadership. Pope’s the smart aleck. He knows everything about anything and overthinks when we do something spontaneous.” Kiara gave you a look.

“That’s because my parents were always here!” you said in mock defense, raising your hands.

Kiara laughed. “Then there’s Sarah, who you met before. She’s cool though, not like her Kook friends. We weren’t friends before you left. Then there’s JJ. He’s kind of all over the place and there’s not really a way I can describe him. You just have to experience him for yourself.”

“As long as I have a fun summer without getting in trouble, I think I’ll be fine,” you said.

“Smoothie?” Kiara asked. You nodded and took out your wallet, but she shook her head.

“I’m pretty sure my dad would bite my head off if you paid for anything here,” she said. “Your mom did help advertise for us.”

“How about a tip,” you said, putting a five dollar bill into a glass jar. Kiara rolled her eyes but grinned.

“The Pogues and I are gonna hang out on Pope’s boat, if you wanna come. We’re just gonna hang out and eat, probably.”

“I’ll have to ask my uncle but I’m sure he’ll be fine with it,” you said, taking a sip of your smoothie.

“It really was nice getting to see you again,” Kiara said. “I think you’re probably my only other girl friend, aside from Sarah. God knows a girl needs her time away from testosterone.”

“I’m gonna be at Sarah’s later this afternoon to drop off some fish. I think her dad paid a lot of money for it, and I will never understand that.”

She laughed. “Well with that kind of money, I guess you wouldn’t need to think twice about paying for fish.”

You hopped off of the seat and waved goodbye before heading home.

***

When the sky turned into a shade of deep orange, you double checked to see that your phone was fully charged before slipping on your shoes and grabbing a blanket plus the bag of snacks you had purchased earlier that day. You waved at Uncle Jim and Aunt Camille, promising them you’d be safe with Kiara before you locked the front door and slipped the keys into your bag.

From your recollection, Pope’s boat was fairly large and Kiara told you it would have lights strung up so it wouldn’t be too hard to miss. The dock was quiet with the exception of fireflies buzzing in the air and the faint sound of laughter in the distance.

You could see a group of boys and Kiara lounging around with beer in their hands and you were unsure of how to approach them. Luckily, Kiara saw you in the corner of her eye and rushed down to greet you.

“Thank God you’re here,” she said. “Boys are annoying and I need some company. Here, let me get your bag.”

You handed her the bag and climbed onto the boat, aware of three pairs of eyes following you. Suddenly feeling a little self conscious about yourself, you waved awkwardly at the three boys.

“Don’t be weird, you guys,” Kiara said, rolling her eyes. “That’s Pope. Brains of our operation. You two are more alike, I think.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said, tipping his hat at you.

“That’s John B,” she said as you waved at him. “He’s kinda of like you when you start talking about something you’re passionate about.” You began to blush at how Kiara was introducing you to her friends.

“Any friend of Kiaras is a friend to us,” he said, grinning.

“And that’s JJ,” she said, pointing at the blonde who was too busy looking at you to speak. “He’s, well, JJ.”

He scoffed. “These two get great introductions and I get ‘that’s JJ’?” he asked, using his fingers as faux quotation marks. Kiara shrugged.

“I happen to think I’m great, thank you very much,” he said sarcastically before winking at you. You gave him a soft grin and sat next to her, unfolding the blanket and placing yourself on it.

“And this is Y/N Y/L/N, probably the smartest one out of the five of us. She’s from Boston and comes here every summer with her parents.”

“It’s usually for a week or two to visit my aunt and uncle but this time I’m spending the entire summer here,” you explained.

“Why’s that?” asked Pope.

“My parents thought it would be good to not spend my time indoors and God knows my uncle will put me to work.”

“She’s Jim’s niece,” Kiara said.

John B’s eyes lit up. “Jim’s niece! That’s right, I remember he said you were coming to work for him this summer. He’s such a legend. How he and Camille live between us and the Kooks is beyond me. Love that guy.”

You beamed, opening a bag of popcorn. “He’s pretty great, isn’t he?”

“So how’d you and Kiara meet?” JJ asked.

“We were the only kids in The Wreck when it first opened,” she said. “Dad forced me to go outside and Y/N’s parents forced her to do the same and we just clicked.”

“So what’s Boston like?” John B asked.

“Jesus, one question at a time,” Kiara said, rolling her eyes.

“Cold, for the most part. I live on the edge of the city so I’m between suburban area and the metropolitan. It’s kind of the best of both worlds.”

“Outer banks is a wake up call,” Pope joked.

“It’s really different than what I’m used to, but this is my sixth summer out here,” you said. “And this time I came prepared with the right clothes.”

Kiara bursted out laughing. “When we were twelve, she insisted on bringing sweaters and jeans because that’s all she owned. For two weeks straight she had to borrow my clothes.” The boys chuckled.

“I’m not all that used to wearing shorts,” you said, gesturing to your clothes. “But I guess I like to lounge around in oversized shirts, so it’s a win-win.”

“Beer?” JJ asked, holding a bottle. You shook your head.

“Nah, I’m good. But thank you for offering.” He quirked his eyebrow but put it back in the cooler.

“Damn, I’ve never been off of this damn island,” said John B. “Let alone a big city.”

“It’s great, honestly,” you began, “I feel like I’m unimportant and that leaves me with so much room to grow. Nobody has any real expectations from me because I’m just another stranger. And I’m starting to sound like a cliche.”

JJ chuckled and shook his head. “Not a cliche. It’s nice to get to know someone who’s not from here.”

“God knows the Kooks aren’t welcoming,” said Pope. “But never mind them.”

“Sarah’s not coming,” Kiara said, looking up from her phone. “Said she’s too tired to make the ‘treacherous’ walk.”

“Bummer,” you said, pouting. “I haven’t seen her in so long. She wasn’t at the house when I went earlier.”

“I’m sure you’ll see her soon,” said Kiara.

“Oh goodness,” you said, shivering. “I didn’t think it would be cold tonight.” You rubbed your upper arms with your palms and tried to move to feel some friction.

“Take my jacket,” JJ said, reaching behind him to grab his discarded windbreaker.

“Thanks,” you said softly, a little confused that a stranger would let you wear his jacket.

“Damn, JJ. You’ve got broad shoulders,” John B joked, looking at how big the jacket was compared to you.

“It’s two sizes bigger than I am,” JJ said said, taking a swig of his beer.

“It’s perfect,” you said, looking between JJ and John B. “Thanks, JJ.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said. You looked away to speak to Kiara and didn’t notice JJ checking you out with the jacket you had put on.

“So you think Y/N’s attractive,” Pope said, leaning in and whispering.

“Pfft, what?” JJ asked, shaking his head.

“C’mon, dude. It’s just a matter of time before you and her, you know,” he said, making a crude gesture before laughing. JJ shoved him and laughed along.

“It’s not like that,” he said. Pope raised his eyebrow.

“Oh?��

“It’s not like that either! Jeez, Pope.”

“Whatever you say, man,” said Pope, leaning back and opening another bottle of beer.

An hour had flown by and you yawned, the entire group silently understanding that it was probably too late to stay up. Pope had left ten minutes earlier after his dad had called and promised to see the rest of you tomorrow.

“This was fun,” you said to Kiara, John B, and JJ. “I really like you guys.”

“But I’m the best,” said Kiara, striking a pose that made you laugh.

“And no one’s taking that title away from you,” you replied. You folded the blanket and began to walk off of the boat with JJ offering his hand for you to step down. You took it and noticed how unusually soft they were. You started to walk back to your house before abruptly turning around.

“Oh, JJ! Wait, let me give you your jacket back,” you said, dropping the bag you were carrying. JJ laughed and shook his head.

“Keep it for tonight, Boston. It’ll give me a reason to see you tomorrow,” JJ said. You grinned at the nickname.

“Okay,” you said, picking up the bag you dropped. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” JJ smiled. You could grow to like seeing his smile.

He winked. “See you tomorrow, Boston.”

***

As the weeks went by, you starting to feel disappointed whenever you thought about going back to Boston, which meant leaving your new friends behind. All the adventures you had raked up were memorable ones and it would feel weird not seeing the four rambunctious teens nearly every day.

It was a hot Thursday morning when you sat on the dock. Uncle Jim had given you the rest of the day off after helping him load his cargo, offering to make the rounds that afternoon if you were willing to go to the grocery store to pick up ingredients for that night’s dinner.

You couldn’t help but think about JJ and all the times you two had been near one another. Kiara had made an innocuous comment the prior night before you left her house about how he was much gentler when he was around you and didn’t seem to be as loud as he was when you were there. JJ, she said, was always so outspoken but whenever you were near, it was like he was censoring himself.

You were sure Kiara didn’t mean anything bad by it, but you weren’t really sure how to interpret what she said. You and JJ, aside from Kiara, had hung out the most since you met. You two spent the afternoon together at The Wreck the day after you met him, partially to give him his jacket back and partially waiting for Kiara’s shift to be over. You could feel yourself letting loose and confessed to feeling extremely nervous and self-conscious about meeting Kiara’s friends. JJ reassured you that he (and the others in the gang, of course) really liked you.

He would accompany you home and save you a seat next to him. He’d hold your bag and wait for you if the gang was running ahead. JJ would volunteer to come get you if you weren’t answering your phone and he’d make trips to visit you while you were helping Uncle Jim at work.

If you were being honest, you would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t developed feelings for him. It was minor and fleeting, but it was there. The blonde made you blush without having to try too hard and you were sure Kiara knew, but she never said anything. JJ was attentive to you and let you speak when you felt your voice be drowned by someone else.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard running footsteps on the dock, only to turn around and see JJ running towards you. He peeled his shirt off and jumped past you and landed in the water, splashing you in the process.

“JJ, what the hell!” you yelled as he came up for air. He shook his head and wiped his face, grinning at your surprised reaction.

“What a morning, huh?” he said, swimming closer to you. Your legs dangled in the water and he came up, pushing his body upwards to let his arms rest on your lap. “You thinking too hard again, Boston?”

Boston. There was that nickname again. You think you hid your blush pretty well.

“You know I’m always thinking,” you replied.

“Someday I’m gonna get inside your head and know everything you think about when you disappear,” he said. “I’m sure you have a lot of good stories to tell.”

“Maybe so,” you teased. “I was just thinking about how I have a month and a half left before going back home.”

“Don’t think about that,” he said, pouting slightly. “I’ll - we’ll - miss you tons. It won’t be the same until you come back.”

You laughed. “I wish I could bring you guys back with me. I don’t have that many friends I consider close.”

“And you consider us your close friends?”

“I might even say my best friends,” you said with a smile.

“Well, well, well. I’m honored to hear that, Boston. Truly.”

“Why’d you jump into the water, anyway?” you asked.

He shrugged. “It’s a hot morning and the sun is shining. Plus, I got to scare you, which was pretty priceless.” You shoved him back into the water and laughed as he came up with a feigned surprised expression.

“Oh, come on! It was hilarious.”

“You’re so mean to me, JJ,” you said, sticking your tongue out.

“Why don’t you join me? The water’s cool and it’s hot out.”

“I think I’m good from where I’m sitting,” you said. JJ swam closer and caressed your legs before trailing his fingers to your lap, resting his chin on your knee.

“Please?”

It was times like this when you were grateful you developed a habit of putting a swimsuit underneath your clothing. You stood up from your spot and took off your shirt and shorts, slowly dipping in the water beside him.

“Okay, you’re right,” you confessed. “Very refreshing.”

JJ swam closer to you and smiled, finding your hand and pulling it above the water to give it a kiss.

“I’m never wrong, Boston.”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, keep telling yourself that.”

JJ was quiet for a moment. “You’re so innocent.”

You raised your eyebrow. “Oh? How so?”

“I don’t know. You have a purity to you. Maybe it’s Boston or maybe it’s just that you’re better than us and the Kooks combined.”

“Well, I’m definitely better than the Kooks,” you said. JJ chuckled. He pulled you closer to him to the point where your chests were almost touching.

“I just mean that I don’t know how to act when I’m around you. Usually I’m reckless and an idiot, but I’m not that way when you’re around.”

You frowned. “I don’t ever want you to be anyone but yourself around me, JJ.”

He shook his head. “I don’t think it’s that. I think you pull this calmness out of me. I don’t think I’m not being myself when you’re around. I just think that I’m much more of a person than ‘reckless’ JJ who gets into too much trouble.

“What I’m trying to say is,” he began with a deep breath, “I like you. As in, more than a friend. John B and Pope have been teasing me about it all summer but I never took it seriously until you talked that Kook’s ear off about not being a racist and sexist piece of shit.” You took a moment to recall and laugh at the memory. “There’s never a moment where I don’t want to be with you or tell you things. I’ve never felt this way with anyone before, honestly.”

“JJ,” you said softly, your hand giving his bicep a squeeze in reassurance. “You know, I’ve been overthinking these past few weeks. Last night, Kie said something about how you were so aware when I’m around and how you’re less reckless and I didn’t know what to make of it.”

“I just,” said JJ, “I like you a lot. More than I thought I did.”

You looked into his gaze and his arm wrapped itself around your waist, pulling you closer so your chests were touching. The sound of the waves was the only noise in the vicinity and the sun made JJ’s eyes look more impeccable than they already were. His lips were plump and you noticed he had stolen a glance down to yours, squeezing the small of your back as if to ask for silent permission. You inched your way closer and he followed suit until his lips had landed gracefully on yours as if it had belonged there all along.

His skin was hot under the sun and the water around you felt like it moved to push you two closer together. JJ let this kiss be a simple one, unlike the other girls he had been with before. His eyes remained closed until he pulled away and looked to see you in your entirety. You did nothing but smile and bite your lip, reaching out to kiss him once more.

“I like you too,” you said. “And I like kissing you.” JJ laughed and leaned in to kiss you a third time.

“You’re real cute, Boston,” he replied.

“Do you think we could go and get some sandwiches from The Wreck? All this swimming and all this kissing has me starved.” You shared a laugh before pushing yourselves out of the water and hoped the sun was hot enough dry you both before you reached the restaurant.

You were already counting down the days you would be coming back to the outer banks.

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Because Two People Got Drunk: 36

Chapter 36

Series Masterlist

Summary: With the stress of the pregnancy and planning the wedding, you and Fred get away for a couple days.

Warning: Swearing, smut

Word Count: 6500

“Mommy why can’t I come?” Oliver whines.

It’s the all-star break, and you are all in California, Fred’s parents flew out and met you 2 days ago. You had a relaxing day at the beach with them and then yesterday you all ventured to Disney Land. Oliver practically dragged Ernst and Fred around the park on every ride, and the twins spent the entire time taking in the sights and sounds, crying when you tried to get a picture of them with Mickey Mouse.

Now Fred has a two day trip planned for the two of you, leaving the boys with his parents before you all fly back to Pittsburgh. Oliver has been loving the time with everyone the past couple days and doesn’t understand why everyone can’t stay together.

Fred rejoined the Penguins shortly after Christmas and you immediately noticed a shift in Oliver’s behaviour. He had more temper tantrums and some days he cried over the most ridiculous things; one day he cried because his bath was “too wet” and another day because you didn’t let him eat jam. Not with food, just actual jam with a spoon.

You know part of it is him being a toddler, but a big part of it is because he was so used to having Fred around. Once Fred was ready to return the Penguins were leaving on a road trip, so he went from having Fred around every day to not seeing him for eight straight days. And on the second day that was when everything started.

Just as he was readjusting the all-star break came and Oliver re-attached himself to Fred and basically hasn’t let him out of sight. While you fully expected the entire break to be spent with your boys; Fred wanted to spend a couple days away just the two of you. He says you are too stressed with the kids, the pregnancy and planning the wedding and you deserve a couple days away from everything.

“No I’m sorry bud you have to stay with grandma and grandpa for a couple days” you say to your pouting toddler.

“I want to come” he stomps his foot in displeasure. As much as you know you can’t encourage his bad behaviour by smiling or laughing; sometimes it’s hard. And this is one of those times. A small smirk forms on your face as your eyes look away trying to not show him any emotion when you hear Fred’s heavy steps enter the room.

“Ollie mom said no so it means no” he scolds.

Oliver exhales heavily and stomps his feet again. Your eyes find Fred and he just shakes his head at you watching as you hold in some laughter. “Keep it up and you’re going on timeout” Fred says sternly. Oliver huffs in response and walks out of the room and you finally allow a few chuckles to fall from your lips.

“You’re unbelievable” he mumbles putting the last few items in the bag,

“I know but it’s been like this for 3 weeks and sometimes I just can’t take it seriously” you reply and Fred rolls his eyes.

You feel a slight tingling in your core; the assertiveness isn’t something you normally see from Fred. You don’t like that it’s directed towards Oliver’s bad behaviour, but when he uses that tone it gets you wet; and your pregnancy hormones don’t help either.

You take a deep breathe through your nose but as you exhale through your mouth a small moan escapes. Fred stops zipping up the bag to shoot you a questioning glance. His eyes scan over your face “you alright” he questions and you give him a slight nod before he leaves the room.

Pretty soon you and Fred are on the road driving along the coast. Fred left the rental SUV with his parents so they can fit the kids. The two of you have the windows of the car down; the warm California air blowing through your hair. Fred has one hand on the wheel the other glued to your stomach hoping to feel one of the kicks that recently started.

You stare out the window breathing in the salty air, feeling the sun kiss your shoulder. Apart from some minor traffic the drive is relatively smooth. After about two hours you pull up to a beautiful Spanish hotel. It has light coloured stucco on the outside surrounding large pillars and archways; you pull your sunglasses down your nose to scan around the grounds.

There are a few fountains, and a couple small buildings in the distance. Each building is fixed with black clay tiles and there are multiple palm trees surrounding the property. Fred doesn’t stop at the main building, instead continuing down the property road.

You see some beautiful rolling hills in the background from the Los Peñasquitos Canyon. You take in the sights when you see a tee for a golf course. You immediately turn your head to Fred with a smirk and he shifts in his seat chuckling slightly.

“Is this a vacation for us or a golf trip for you” you tease.

“I can’t help it if the best vacation spot in San Diego also has the only championship golf course” he laughs. You shake your head pushing your glasses back over your eyes as he pulls up to another building putting the car in park.

“Don’t worry I didn’t bring my clubs I’m not going to golf” he gets out of the car and walks around to open your door.

“Oh that’s a shame” you take his hand and step out of the car “could have used a couple hours alone.”

Fred gently closes your door and pushes you back against the car. You feel the warm metal on the back of your arms, Fred closing the gap between your bodies. He stares down at you, bringing his hands to either side of you. “I don’t plan on leaving you alone for a minute” he growls. He is so close you can feel his mustache on your ear, his warm breath on your neck sending goosebumps down your spine.

You moan smelling his cologne and he quickly turns away, leaving your knees to almost give out. He grabs the bag and grips your wrist pulling you inside. You expect it to be a building with a couple separate hotel rooms; instead it is a giant foyer with marble stone and a spiral staircase. Fred leaves the bag on the ground and pulls you down the hall.

You walk by a beautiful kitchen but Fred doesn’t let you stop mumbling something about how you won’t be spending any time there. Next is the massive living room with a floor to ceiling fireplace and a large bar that connect to a private terrace that overlooks the golf course and pools. Despite the proximity to the pools your area is secluded, various shrubs protecting your privacy.

There is a longue area with a small hot tub; you stand in awe of your surroundings when Fred’s large hands come up behind you. His hands gently rub over your stomach, Fred leans down his breath on your neck.

“Don’t worry I got them to turn the temp down for you” he mumbles against your jaw. Your neck tilts wrapping his arms tighter around you; leaning back into his chest. “This place is amazing babe” you say feeling his lips on your shoulder. Through his gentle kisses the straps of your dress fall down your skin “you’re amazing” he murmurs against you “let’s go see the rest.”

You pull your strap back up as he tugs you inside and up the stairs. You explore the first two doors each bedroom being large enough to be the master, before Fred opens the beautiful oversized double doors. There is a California King overlooking the deck perfect for watching sunsets. You take a few minutes exploring all the different rooms before returning to find Fred sitting on the end of the bed.

“Babe we don’t need all this” you say hands landing on his shoulder. His find the back of your thighs pushing the hem of your dress up as his thumbs dig into your skin.

It is a three bedroom private house, each room having an ensuite and walk-in closet. The master however has two closets, an office and an attached gym space. While this could be useful for an extended stay with the kids, two nights with just the two of you means most of the space will be unused.

“It’s our babymoon” he shrugs.

“Babymoon?” you ask laughing slightly, pulling his lips onto yours.

“Yeah it’s a vacation before the baby comes” he explains.

“We didn’t do one with the other two pregnancies”

“Well with Ollie I think it’s pretty obvious why we didn’t, but I did take you to Denmark. And with the twins I don’t think you would have lasted in a car that long for us to get away. Although given what happened I wish I had of planned something, maybe things would have been different” he says tailing off for a second. “But I figured since it’s our last pregnancy we should do one. And you just need some time away babe.”

“Okay but do we need all of this? It’s a big space”

“I considered getting a room in the main building” he pulls you closer to his broad shoulders one hand trailing up to your ass “but I didn’t want to get a noise complaint.”

He gives you a firm squeeze eliciting a squeal from you. He falls onto his back pulling you down on top of him. The two of you spend a few hours tangled in bed, clothes haphazardly strewn around the room. Fred switches from his mouth to his fingers to his hard cock, you’ve had so many orgasms you’ve lose count. By the end you don’t know what causes you to pull apart; the soreness of your heat or the rumbling of your stomachs.

It’s your last afternoon away and time has flown by. The two of you have taken a few walks around the property, and are now on a hike into the canyon to a small waterfall. Since you are on the resort during off-peak time and haven’t seen anyone since you left for your walk over a half hour ago.

You read about a nearby waterfall and wanted to check it out. Fred was concerned the walk might be too hard, even though you aren’t that pregnant yet but you managed to convince him to do the short hike through the canyon.

About twenty minutes in you could feel the sweat dripping down your back so you were very happy when you rounded the corner and found the pool. Today is abnormally hot day in California, so the refreshingly cool water was nice against your warm skin.

You spent a few minutes wading through the water before finding your way to the waterfall. You tilt your head back running your hands through your hair as the water trails down your body. You glance at Fred from the corner of your eye; his gaze locked on your body. He watches the water roll off your sun kissed skin and over your bump; and you see the fabric of his shorts begin to tent.

“The waterfall is nice” you smile walking over to him.

“Looked like it” he smirks as your hands wrap around his tanned neck.

“I brought you here because you told me the view is spectacular” he says pressing his hands into your back. “You have spent the entire time looking at me.”

“My view is very nice” you smirk up at him. His once golden brown eyes are pooling with lust as he closes the gap; pulling your lips to his. Your tongues danced in the others mouth for who know how long. Not only does his skin have the glow of the sun he tastes like it too.

The kiss starts slow and passionate but quickly turns into a fight for dominance, tongues against one another, teeth slightly clashing. Every time one of you pulls away to catch your breath the others lips would quickly find them. Your lips are swollen, your chap stick smeared on his, you can taste the sweat that has pooled on his upper lip. His fingers begin to slowly trail down your warm skin, slipping under your bikini bottoms.

A light breeze rustles the leaves of the trees; the waterfall gently crashes into the water around you. That alone is enough to take your breath away, but instead the man in front of you keeps stealing it. He spins you around; your hands landing on one of the large granite boulders surrounding the waterfall.

His knee gently spreads your legs apart, one of his large hands slinking down the front of your bathing suit. It reaches your core, gently stroking over it.

You whimper at the contact. Partially because of how much you want him, the other part because of how sensitive you are. His tongue grazes along the skin of your neck; biting and sucking love marks.

A shiver dances down your spine while his hands trail over your waist. Growling, he presses his clothed member into your back. He begins to push your bathing suit down your legs when you hear some voices coming up the trail.

You hear some Danish fall from his lips as he pulls your bathing suit back up your body “If we had of stayed in our room nobody would have interrupted us” he groans pulling himself out of the water.

“Yeah but we wouldn’t have seen the waterfall in our room” you tease taking his hand. He helps you out with ease, carefully guiding you away from the slick surface.

“You barely looked at the waterfall. You practically mauled me once we got here” he laughs handing you your clothes. You scoff in response, but you know it’s true. Your mouth clamps shut while a devilish grin spreads across his face.

“It’s the hormones” you mumble pulling your dress up your body. You hear the other group’s voices getting louder as they approach the waterfall.

“I don’t care what it is I like it” he gently lifts your chin and presses a soft kiss to your lips. You hear the sound of a camera shutter and pull away, seeing Fred captured a picture with the waterfall in the background.

“Figured we should get one picture together people like to see vacation pictures” he gently kisses your temple. “I mean the ones I took last night cannot be shared.”

Your eyes go wide and heat reaches your cheeks, but a smile crosses your face. He pulls you into his chest, hiding your embarrassment in his shirt. “Should let me take more pictures, maybe a video…be useful on the road.”

“Frederik” you scold as the group walks by; they are too engaged in their own conversation to hear you.

“Definitely say that in the video” he smirks.

Before you have a chance to respond he gives you a soft smack on the ass and walks away. You stand stunned for a few seconds before catching up to him, his arm wrapping over your shoulder while you begin the short hike back.

“What should I wear tonight?” you ask standing in your bathrobe. You just washed off the sunscreen and sweat from your body and are preparing for your final dinner tonight. You are leaning against the door frame brushing your teeth while Fred grips his shirt.

You watch as the fabric moist with sweat is clinging to his body. He pulls it up revealing his stomach followed by his chest. Your eyes however don’t follow the trail of exposed skin, instead they linger an inch above his hiking shorts that are hanging a little too low, waiting to be dropped.

“(Y/N)” he snaps his fingers and your eyes meet his. He has a smirk on his face but ignores what you are doing. “I said we’re ordering room service and staying in so wear whatever.”

“Okay” you smile.

You hear the sound of his shorts hitting the floor and you stop listening; your eyes following the sound. You stare over his body, your eyes flutter closed as his boxers land on the floor. When you finally open them you see Fred’s ass as he walks towards the shower. You aren’t sure if it’s the steam from the shower or your core being ignited by his naked body, but you feel your hands get clammy and your entire body gets hot.

“Hey babe” you moan wrapping your arms around Fred; your face is pressed into his back breathing in his cologne and body wash, your hand resting low on his stomach. He adjusts to pull you in front of him placing a soft kiss on your head.

“Hey beautiful” he mumbles against your skin. You shake your head slightly rolling your eyes but before you can say anything his lips find yours. You are wearing a pair of sweat shorts and a loose t-shirt; no make-up and after drying your hair you pulled it into a messy bun on top of your head. Fred must have sensed your energy level, because he is wearing a simple grey t-shirt with some loose track pants.

“Dinner’s here” he says leading you out to the back deck. He takes you to the table placing a fleece blanket over your lap. While the temperature during the day gets pretty warm; at night it can get fairly cool. Fred knowing you get cold pretty easily is always one step ahead, doing anything he can to keep you comfortable.

He sets a plate in front of you, pulling off the lid to reveal your favourite meal, one you haven’t had in ages. It can take a bit of time to prepare and with three young children you haven’t had the time.

“How did you manage this? It’s not on the room service menu” you say. Fred’s hand gently rubs your back “I have my ways” he responds.

You fall into easy conversation; you try to bring up the wedding but Fred immediately shuts down your attempts telling you this trip is supposed to help you forget about all that stress. But planning a wedding in a foreign country has proven difficult; especially with the language barrier.

While you speak some Danish, you struggle when people speak too fast for you to process what they are saying. And the planner speaks some English but there are definitely some gaps between the two of you. Charlotte has been helping meeting with the planner on occasion and some of the vendors to help give you a better idea of how things will look.

But she showed up with a list of topics, pictures and videos of place settings and décor ideas the planner has been working on. She hoped the videos would help you visualize how everything will appear on your wedding day; but it also meant an extensive list of items to tackle in a short period of time.

A part of you wishes you took Fred’s offer to postpone the wedding until the following summer; or to do it in North America. But you know everything will fall into place and be worth it in the end.

Fred finishes his dinner first, pulling the white cotton napkin up to his lips. He gently runs the fabric through his fingers, you watch as the fabric dances through his digits. You get lost watching him fold the fabric and drop it on his lap. As his fingers dip out of view you wish it was your folds his fingers would be dipping inside of.

Fred puts his plate back on the tray and stares out at the golf course watching the sun begin to disappear out of view. The wind from earlier has died down, the only sound is the occasional bird and the faint sprinklers running in the distance. You finish your dinner; the sound of your cutlery on the plate catches Fred’s attention.

“You like your dinner” he asks turning his head to yours.

“It was amazing” you respond as he takes your plate setting it on the tray. He grabs two other plates bringing them over, and pulling the lid off to reveal a small white cake and another that has larger chocolate cake, that is more than enough for the two of you.

“I think one cake is enough” you laugh. While you have had some cravings you haven’t been craving many sweets; let alone two cakes. He sets the knife and two plates on the table and sits down. He taps on his leg, indicating for you to join. You sit on his lap pulling the blanket over yourself your legs.

“This one” he runs his finger through the chocolate icing and brings it to your mouth. You open your mouth and he slips his finger in. Your mouth closes around him; your tongue licks up the side cleaning the icing off. A light moan leaves your lips your eyes staying locked on his. He pulls it out with a grin “is just a normal chocolate cake.”

His index finger reaches over to gather some of the icing from the other cake. “And this one” he brings it to your mouth again. Your smile and open your mouth again; bringing your tongue out to lick the icing off. You almost see Fred shudder under you, a groan leaving him when your lips wrap around his finger.

“This one” he repeats through a shaky exhale “is a special cake.” He slowly pulls his finger from you and you quirk and eye brow at him.

“See at that ultrasound a few days ago the doctor determined the gender. I called and got them to send the results to the hotel and this cake can tell us what’s going on in here” his hand rubs over your stomach. Your head falls back with a groan and you laugh lightly. While you have found out during the last two pregnancies a part of you doesn’t want to find out for this one.

“We don’t have to, that’s why I got the second cake. We can not eat the vanilla one, leave it and not find out” he says. “Instead of a crazy party I thought maybe we could go simple, like with Ollie.”

You smile remembering Canada Day almost four years ago, showing up at his apartment with a little white box. You were worried with the humid Toronto air the icing might melt off and you had no idea if he wanted to know the gender, and in all honestly you barely remember the actual eating of the cupcake. You remember the excitement finding out you were going to have a son, and what happened after.

“I thought maybe this one could be a surprise.”

“A surprise” his body shakes with laughter. “You want a surprise? You who plans every detail wants this to be a surprise? You plan our dinners out the week before.”

You laugh slightly and curl up more into his lap, your hand falling onto his chest. “I mean we have three kids, and we know this one will grow out of clothes before it has a chance to wear them all. Apart from picking a name why does it matter to find out? And we can pick two names.”

You stare into his dark brown eyes, glistening under the light of the moon. He brings his lips to yours, his mustache tickling your upper lip, his hand tangling in your hair. His tongue slips inside your mouth, moaning as your tongue does to his what it did his finger. Your tongues swirl in each other’s mouths; your hands gently raking through his beard.

He pulls away; sucking on your lower lip. He grins at you “we don’t have to find out babe.” He leans forward putting the lid back on the one cake “that’s why I got two.”

“Do you want to find out?” you ask with a sigh because if he is committed to the idea you would do it for him.

“Like you said it doesn’t really matter and even if we pick out a name we’ll probably change it. Ollie didn’t have a name for an entire day”

“That’s not what I asked” you respond.

“We both have to be 100% because there is no going back. So if you aren’t 100% sure we won’t.”

He grabs a fork and dives into the cake, not even bothering to cut a piece. He brings it to your mouth your lips closing around it. He slowly pulls the fork out eyes never leaving yours as he grabs another bite, this time for himself.

You continue to sit on his lap while he feeds you cake. Every two or three bites you get he gives one to himself. After eating more than a third of the cake Fred sets the fork down. He wipes away some icing that is clinging to the edge of your lip, sucking it off his thumb.

Without saying anything you pull yourself from his lap and put the plates of cake back on the tray. You begin to make your way inside. Looking over your shoulder with a smirk you see Fred following behind you, setting the tray on the kitchen table. You continue to walk down the hall barely making it a few feet when catches up to you.

He quickly picks you up, eliciting a squeal from you. Your arms wrap around his neck while carried you bridal style up the stairs. Your mouth finds his neck and begins to suck a few centimetres from his ear. You hear a soft groan as you shift slightly get closer and suck harder.

“Baby” he groans but you don’t let up, teeth grazing along his skin. “(Y/N) we have to see my mom tomorrow you really want to do that in such an obvious spot?”

You pull your head away eyes narrowing as you smirk at him. He places you on the bed and pulls his shirt off revealing his toned chest. Your eyes go wide and you take a gulp taking in his body, a sight you have yet to get used to.

The bed dips and Fred’s mouth finds your neck his hand pushing the fabric up your stomach grazing over your bump. His teeth find your ear lobe as your back arches; your head falling onto the pillow.

A light moan leaves your lips; Fred’s mouth only leaves momentarily to pull your shirt over your head. He groans when he sees you aren’t wearing a bra, before long Fred’s mouth is back on you. He mumbles praises in between kissing your breast; you are so caught up in your pleasure you can barely focus on his voice. His hand finds your other one and begins to roll your nipple through his calloused fingers.

“You look so beautiful” he gently places some soft kisses on your stomach. Your back arches and your breathing increases, trying to focus on Fred’s voice. His mouth trails up your body gently sucking on your collarbone “so beautiful with my baby in your belly.”

“Fred” you croak. You feel him smile against your skin but he just presses his mouth in harder to your shoulder sucking a spot against your skin. His entire hand cups your breast beginning to massage it; your neck tilting to allow him more access.

“You’re gonna look so good with my dick in you soon” he mumbles in your ear.

“Fred” you groan finding the strength to push his shoulders “yeah baby” he smirks his head popping up.

“Remember years ago when we found out we were having a boy with Ollie” you ask getting your breath back.

“Mhm” he responds. He lifts higher to look down into your eyes, his brown eyes glazed with arousal staring down at you as his hand running through your hair.

“Remember how after you took me back to your room”

“Mhm” he hums. You pull his face closer, lips hovering an inch from yours. His chain dangles down hitting your chin his warm breath blowing on you.

“Remember when…”

“I pinned you against the door” he smirks bringing his mouth back to your neck

“Yeah…” you trail off. “I was thinking after that.”

“When I fucked your throat” he purrs against your skin.

“Before that” you groan “you tied me up and…blindfolded me.”

You feel his mouth curl up against your neck, his dick twitching against your hip. Mumbled curse words spill from his neck; as he slowly rises from the bed. He walks over to the dresser and begins rummaging through the drawers; you quickly pull your shorts down your legs throwing them into the growing pile of discarded clothes.

Fred walks out of the closet and seeing you naked splayed on the bed for him he quickly shimmies out of his pants. A gasp leaves you as his hard cock slaps against his stomach. In a few long strides Fred is straddling your chest, while he pulls your hands above your head.

Cool leather rubs against your wrists, as he fastens them to the headboard. After he tightens the belt you give your wrists a tug; Fred grins looking at his work.

You feel your mouth water knowing his hard cock is centimetres from your lips oozing with precum. You lick your lips and raise your head attempting to take him in. The last thing you see is Fred’s grin before the silk tie is wrapped around your eyes.

“You good elskede?” he asks.

“Yes” you hiss in response. The anticipation has your heat inflamed and dripping but Fred takes his time. He begins to slowly shift down the bed, leaving warm open mouth kisses on your body. You clench your thighs in search of friction and swear you hear him mumbling against your skin.

The weight around you shifts while he trails down your body, soon your legs are hooked over Fred’s shoulders. He blows on your folds sending a shiver coursing through your body. His tongue gently licks up your folds as you squirm under him.

“You taste so good” he mumbles his beard rubbing on the inside of your legs. One of his hands grip your thighs, nails digging into them as the other attaches to your clit. His thumb presses soft circles into your clit as his tongue flicks into your pussy. Two fingers slip inside you and scissor you open slowly thrusting inside you.

“Fuck” you gasp as his long fingers pump in and out of your folds. You try to reach down to grip his red locks but instead the leather snaps your wrists back down causing you to groan.

“You wanted to be tied up babygirl” he chuckles softly sucking on the inside of your thigh. His fingers increase in speed, his thumb pressing harder into your bundle of nerves.

Your moans turn to whimpers as your orgasm begins to approach. Fred sensing you’re getting close and replaces his thumb with his mouth, sucking hard. His fingers hit deep and hard with each thrust while your legs tighten around his head.

You roll your hips, pressing your clit into his mouth. Fred groans into your pussy, his lips vibrating against your core. Fred continues his pace; sucking on your clit. Deep groans and slews of curse words are filling the room. You are thankful Fred got you a private house; any neighbours would for sure file a noise complaint due to the sounds you are making.

Again you try to move your arms and the belt snaps pulling you back down to the mattress. You feel your orgasm rip through you, Fred working you through it. His fingers pump in and out of your walls groaning as your warm cum spills down his fingers. You bite your bottom lip drawing blood, your breath temporarily getting caught in your chest.

His fingers slow as your orgasm tapers off before finally pulling them out of you. His tongue gently finds your folds, lapping up your juices. Finally his mouth pulls away and he sets your legs down crawling up your body.

“You okay?” he mumbles into your neck. You can feel his hard member poking at your entrance and you nod in response.

“Need words elskede” his member gently stroking over your folds coating itself in your juice.

“Yes” you pant out “so good.”

Your hips arch up trying to get some more contact but Fred pulls away slightly with a deep seeded chuckle. “Blindfold okay? Want your hands undone?” he asks.

You smile slightly, even though you can’t see his face you can feel the concern and love radiating from his voice. “I’m good babe, promise.”

That’s all Fred needs to hear. Gentle, but intentional; he slides in, agonizingly slow. He pulls back painfully slow and your legs wrap around his back. Your warm heat welcomes him, pulling further inside. You feel one of his large hands reach the back of your thigh lifting your ass to give him a deeper angle.

“More” you groan after a few slow thrusts. Fred chuckles and snaps his hips increasing his speed. His hands roam up the underside of your thigh and give your ass a firm squeeze. His mouth dips down kissing the space between your breasts. Your back arches in response, his beard tickling your chest.

Fred hits your cervix with every thrust at a feverish pace. His large hand rubs over your stomach before finding your breast, engulfing the whole thing with his hand. He pinches your nipple and you roll your hips up on him.

You try to move your hands once more groaning with the restrictions. You make a fist, nails digging into your palms; likely leaving crescent shaped marks. His hand drags lightly up your skin before finding your neck. His thumb strokes over your skin a few times, lightly gripping you.

“Fre…eddd…ie” you moan punctuated by every one of his thrusts, the headboard rattling against the wall.

You can feel the familiar bubbling deep in your core, your second orgasm of the night developing. You feel him stutter chasing his own release. His hand around your neck begins to tighten; your airway being restricted.

You feel beads of sweat land on your chest as curse words fall from his lips. His hand tightens and he gives you a few more deep thrusts before your orgasm washes over you. Your walls clench around him, legs tightening around his back as your heels dig into his back,

Fred works you through your high as you scream his name. You feel Fred’s dick twitch and he spills deep inside of you with a loud groan. Warm ribbons coats your walls white and Fred collapses on top of you He releases your throat and you take a few gasps, your lungs refilling with oxygen.

His head lands in the crook of your neck and you feel his chest heaving as he catches his breath. You both lie in post orgasmic bliss, Fred murmuring incoherent praises against your shoulder.

After a few minutes you feel Fred tug on the end of his tie, releasing it from your face. You blink a few times your eyes adjusting to the light. Fred reaches above you and undoes the belt, the buckle clanging as he throws it on the wood floor.

“Hey” Fred whispers.

“Hi” you smile.

“That okay?” he asks pulling your hands down; gently rubbing over the red marks on your wrists where some bruises will likely be tomorrow.

You hum in response, Fred’s lips gently press against yours. He slowly pulls out; some of his cum leaking down your thighs as you groan from the emptiness. He crawls off the bed and you roll over grabbing your water from the bedside table.

Fred returns with some clothes setting them on the bed beside you as he brings a damp towel to your folds. You whimper at the contact while he gently wipes you up and throws the towel on the floor. He pulls a clean pair of boxers up his broad thighs and a t-shirt over your shoulders.

A large yawn falls from your lips and Fred helps you under the duvet and you curl up beside him. His hand lands on your stomach his thumb rubbing soft circles as you quickly fall asleep.

The next morning you crawl into back into bed, Fred still asleep. You prop the pillows against the headboard and sit upright looking over to the man beside you. He is lying on his stomach arms stretched under his pillows. Messy red locks have fallen into his eyes and are splayed over the pillow.

You bring the steaming mug up to your lips, lemon and honey filling the air. You take a few sips before setting the cup down bringing over the plate. You take a mouthful of food and the sound of your fork hitting the plate causes Fred to stir.

“Morning” you say softly brushing his hair back.

“Morning” he says through a raspy voice, eyes fluttering open.

“Are you eating cake?” he mumbles and you just laugh in response bringing another bite to your lips.

“You can’t eat cake for breakfast” he scolds.

“Says who; I’m an adult” you retort eating another bite.

He shakes his head and crawls up beside you. You set the fork down and brush a few stray hairs away from his eyes. Fred turns his attention to your stomach, talking to your growing bump as his hand soothes over it. You set the plate on the bedside table and grab your mug. You close your eyes, running your hands through his hair listening to his calming voice.

“Babe, why are both the cakes here?” he asks.

“I was thinking maybe we could find out” you say and Fred crawls up your body slightly.

“Yeah?” he asks. You nod in response and are immediately met by a soft kiss. You reach over and grab the vanilla cake but before you can dig in Fred stops you.

“So this cake is a little different” he explains. “I know you hate the colours that go along with the gender stereotypes. So instead of pink and blue there is banana for a boy or grape for a girl.”

“So the cake is flavoured?” you ask.

“No cake is vanilla but the icing inside is flavoured to match one of the fruits” he says.

“And why banana and grape?” you ask.

“Well banana starts with B like boy and grape starts with”

“G” you cut him off.

Fred grabs the second fork “ready” he raises his eyebrow at you “close your eyes.”

You give him a sideways glance “they told me the flavours are better when faint. That they can become overpowering, so they also recommended dying the icing” he explains. “But let’s see if we can tell from the taste first.”

“Okay” you say closing your eyes “ready.”

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Happiest Day of Your Life- Chapter 2

Chapter 1, AO3 (if you prefer to read the story there)

I'm fully aware of how much time it took me to update on the story, but I never forgotten about it. For the longest time I've been working on it. Originally I wanted to include more in this chapter so after I finished writing this part a few months ago I tried to continued writing the next part. Yesterday I realized that it would be better to just post this finished part already, and coninue on the rest later.

As for the rest of the story, I'm planning to spend more time on it and hopefully to update the story kind of regularly.

I hope you enjoy it!

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Despite all the time it took them to enter the hospital, once they actually got in it took them little to no time to navigate throughout the all too familiar maze of the hospital. During the walk to the room Tyler couldn't help himself and thought about the last time he was here in person- last night. During the visit his grandpa wasn't in the best of shape, yet he was in a great mood- talking about tomorrow's game and how he hoped to see his grandson lifting that Cup above his head tomorrow. They even talked about how weird it was as a family to root against The Leafs this year, despite it being a very long time since the last time the team was in the finals. So, when it was time for Tyler to leave and get back to a team related commitment, he felt great and energized. And he wouldn't have imagined in a million years that it would be his grandpa's last day on earth.

When they turned around the corner, to the hall of said room, they spotted their family outside of the room. With his last steps towards his family Tyler took a big breath and braced himself. He glossed over the different family members until he met the most important one- his grandmother. Usually, she was a short petit woman with short hair and a kind face. However now she looked totally different with a disheveled hair and dry tear-tracks down her face.

When Tyler got directly in front of her, she was quick to raise her face from the instanced place she was staring at. He could feel water gathering in his eyes as he was looking at her eyes, yet he still hadn't cried. He didn't want to be confronted about it so he tried to distract them with some words. However, with his blank mind he had nothing. He stood there silently until he was saved by his grandma, when she suddenly got out of her chair. As his grandmother was at the fine age where family members tended to help you out Tyler and several other family members tried to help her. However, she turned down any offer and got up on her own. Once she was standing up she got right back into her previous activity- staring soulfully into his watery eyes until she wrapped him into a tight hug. The hug took Tyler a step closer to lose it completely, yet he still hung up by a thread, barely.

He broke down once his grandma started running her hand through his hair, a motion she later on passed to her daughter. The embrace itself made him go back in time for when he was small and so loved that he really let himself go. He shut everything around him and just focused on the two of them. Eventually the tears subsided, aside a stray tear every odd moment. He allowed himself three extra moments filled with deep breaths with his face buried in a warm shoulder. However, he still had the real world to face. He raised his head and couldn't help but feel embarrassed and weak when the soft question of "Are you okay?" left her lips.

He shrugged the question off and just focused on being normal. For some reason his hackles were up and he didn't feel fully comfortable with his family for them to see his real pain. There shouldn’t have been a reason for this, because he did love them and was close to most of them. But the idea of them seeing how hurt he was right now, how vulnerable he was, especially with them knowing the full weight of his loss, scared the hell out of him. That was part of the reason why he searched for an "out", anything that would make this awful nightmare end quicker.

The "out" came once he caught the eye of Luke, Brendon's oldest son, who was three years older than Tyler. Tyler and him were always really close, especially with the both of them being the oldest brother to two sisters, and that's why it didn't surprise Tyler in the slightest that one glance spurred Luke into action.

"With everything that happened we wanted to wait for you. Grandpa is still in the room if you want to see him. And we could take you to the rest if you…"

Luke stopped midway through the sentence, after seeing the face Tyler pulled. Tyler prepared himself mentally, prior to the start of the playoffs, to the fact that his grandfather was probably going to die. It still hurt him, but in the depth of his heart he was kind of ready for this. And under any other circumstances he even would have been happy that he helped his grandpa's spirit in the last moments and weeks of his life.

However, this was not like the situation he prepared himself for. He was not ready for the added four bodies. He was not ready for the fact that it was his parents, it was his sisters. He just wasn't ready for this. And in a blink of an eye he was expected to deal with this and do the responsible right thing. All of a sudden, he felt suffocated and needed to have a few moments of his own. He got those moments by announcing he was getting coffee for himself. He hightailed out of there before anyone got the chance to volunteer themselves to tag along.

On his journey to the cafeteria, that was also too familiar, he realized how he did truly need coffee. He played in a fucking game seven of the Stanley fucking Cup and won the game for them. And lifted that Cup above his head, and from there he went directly to the hospital to deal with this fiasco. So a coffee at that moment sounded like the best thing in the world. He got himself a cup, sat at an empty table and started drinking with a blank expression on his face.

With the little piece and quiet that the cafeteria provided him, he was able to calm down enough to decide that he had to see the whole family. He didn't really know what to do or say once he'd be in any of those rooms, yet he had to do it. Especially with his immediate family he felt the need to see them. Mostly because he knew himself, and he had to get the conformation that indeed they were no longer among the living. With a plan in mind, he was ready to go back there.

He finished his coffee, got four more cups to the rest of the family, and headed back.

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He didn't spend much time with his grandfather. Most of the things that he wanted to say he already told him face to face. Yet he still had a few things left on his mind, so he tried to focus on the present and talk, and not on what was lurking next. Eventually he got out of that room sad yet whole in some sense.

Once outside he didn’t let himself spare much time. Quickly he asked Luke to lead the way to where his family was located. The road itself wasn't familiar to him in any way, especially after Luke told him that they were headed towards the hospital's morgue. Tyler let himself pay half a brain to where they were going and focused more on his raging mind. As they continued walking through the hallways they started to encounter less and less people, until they were the only two people walking those half-lit pass ways. Tyler knew that they arrived at last once Luke stopped abruptly in front of a grey double-door entrance.

"We were told that you could take as long as you'd like. But afterwards they want to speak to you about your burial options and other bureaucratic stuff".

Tyler wasn't really one hundred percent there in order to register what he was told. That's why he didn't panic as he should have about the prospect of conducting and arranging a funeral for five people. What he was unsettled about was the fact that he was about to enter a place full of dead people, a room full of dead people that also had four special dead bodies.

he stalled in front of the doors and tried to mentally prepare himself to face the situation. As an athlete you get used to doing that before all sorts of situation, and he had gotten fairly good at that as his career went along. However, he never had to prepare himself to this kind of situation and didn't even know how to start wrapping his head around it. He must have stood there too long because Luke stepped up once again and told him "Hey, I know it's tough but you're strong. You can do it and we are right here behind you".

It did the trick because Tyler finally was ready to step inside the room. But he knew that he wanted to be there alone, not with Luke waiting outside the door for him. He asked his cousin to leave, in the most cowardly way, while his back was turned away from him. As the door closed behind him, he heard the muffled "Of course". Then he was the only living person in the room.

The morgue probably had more than one room, especially after considering the size of the hospital. Yet, this room was big enough on its own. It was parted into two unofficial parts. The smaller part with a table filled with overflown files, medical tray that held various medical tools, and a metal bed under surgical lights. He didn't need a medical degree to understand what that part was for. And as unwelcomed images popped in his mind, he transferred his focus onto the other part of the room. That part took the majority of the confined space. It was a wall-wide metal box filled with metal square shaped doors which presumably held various other bodies. He didn't need to guess in which cubicle his family was held- in the middle were four beds filled with bodies.

As he got closer to the beds he focused more and more on the white sheet they were fully covered with. He gently checked the notes attached to their toes and knew their order. They were laid by the order of births- his dad on the far left and his sister Cassidy on the far right. After getting that out of the way he scanned the room one last time. In the scan he was able to spot a metal chair that was located in the corner. He fetched it quickly and sat two meters in front of the beds, right in front of the blank space between his mom and Candance.

Once he settled in, he knew that it was expected of him to start talking. It didn't matter what he would talk about because the important part was that he did talk and used this opportunity. Yet, he didn't have anything to say. He just sat there, like a loser, for what seemed like an eternity in complete silence. The only difference from when he sat down was that now he started feeling the cold, as the freezing air conditioner worked, on top of everything.

What broke his silence was the articulated sentence of "I just won the Stanley Cup".

Along with the statement came a border-line insane laugh. And the manic laugh sat loose something in him and he just followed it with another statement of "I just won the Stanley Cup, I lost my grandfather, and for the cherry on top, there was a car accident that killed all of you guys while I was too busy playing a fucking hockey game".

With the fantastic start of an amazing speech, he started to talk to each and every one of them. He still sat on the chair, and didn't really look at them aside quick glances here and there. However, after he finished with the individual eulogies and the collective final words, he rose from the chair and tentatively started to rise the sheets off their faces, so he could see them one last time. To some of them he wished he hadn't touched the sheet, because he was pretty sure that those images would haunt him for the rest of his life.

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He stepped out of the morgue physically and emotionally drenched. He was done with this day, this reality, and the only thing that he craved in that moment was a warm bed to sleep the day off. Yet, he knew that his commitments weren't done, he had to talk to whomever that would be about the burial options.

With an evident reluctance he made himself desert the comfortable empty hallway and go back to the bustling hallway with the rest of his family. It took him a bit of navigation to get to a familiar area of the hospital, after all he wasn't really there to take in the way to the morgue, but he managed. While he walked in the familiar hallways, he started to form a plan for the rest of the evening. There wasn't much to the plan, but he did want to start execute it. In the targeted floor he entered the men's restrooms first.

Thankfully, the room was empty and he was able to occupy a stall before he could second guess himself. Inside the stall he leaned on a clean looking wall and got his phone out of his pocket. The phone was off even before the game started, yet he couldn't help but stare at it with a horrified look. He felt like he wouldn't be able to deal with all the "congratulations" texts and the unanswered phone calls he undoubtedly had. He still felt that way as he waited for it to turn back on. He tried to mentally block the noise as much possible in the first two minutes as his phone kind of exploded from catching up to everything, but afterwards he just entered his text messages' app.

The first thing that gathered his attention were all the marked chats with unread messages. However, he powered through and tried to find the specific contact he searched for. Luckily for him the chat was fairly at the top so he clicked on that. As he entered the chat their texts' history opened up and the last unread texts from after the game caught his eye.

-You played amazing!!! I can't believe you scored the game winning goal in OT!!! My boyfriend is so talented.

-I wish I was by your side right now. I miss you so much.

-You want to talk later? I'm celebrating with some friends so we could talk late.

After reading the last text that Emily left, he felt more at ease with sending her a 'Can we talk in about an hour? I have some things left to do but I want to talk to you before I sleep'.

Just him sending Emily that text was enough to elevate his spirit to the needed level to master the courage to get back out there and have an adult conversation about the next move.

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The hour they got to his grandparents' house was such a late hour that it was debatable whether it was still considered night. On the drive from the hospital all the adrenaline and playoff's induced pain killers were fading from his body. So, by the time he entered the house his end-of-playoff's body was screaming at him to get into a bed and sleep for a thousand years. He said a quick 'good night' to his grandma and walked towards his preferred guest room at their house. His grandma was the best grandmother in the world and already made the bed beforehand, and saving him the hassle.

The soft bed practically lulled him right into drowsiness in mere seconds. However, he didn't want to sleep right away. He knew that he needed to talk to Emily. The realistic side of his mind knew that she was probably deep in her sleep and he was better off to speak to her in the morning, after a good night sleep. Yet, the selfish part of his mind wanted to talk to her right now. The honest part of his mind knew that tonight he would talk to her without any filters that would undoubtedly rise in the morning.

It was two against one, so he decided to call her that night.

As he listened to the seemingly never-ending line, waiting for Emily to pick up, he thought once again about how unnatural this relationship with Emily was. How he shouldn't feel that way about someone he met little over two months ago. How there shouldn't be anything between them after that first meeting.

They met on the final days of the regular season. The team finished all of their games, and secured the elicit playoff spot. Coach gave them the day off so they'd rest before the upcoming two months. Tyler's day started like any other off day. He walked the dogs, made brunch and mainly just stayed in his house chilling.

Yet, it took a turn for the worse once he woken up by a phone call from his nap. He took the call with grogginess and only really woken up when he realized it was his mom. She wanted to update him on grandpa's condition. Apparently, he had a setback and is now at the hospital. The thing that stuck with the most was the fact that it didn't look so good.

Following the call he needed a few minutes to get past all the confusion and just process the news. When he finished processing, the anger came pretty quickly and settled deep in his bones. He was aware that his grandpa's health wasn't in the best shape, yet he hadn't expected to hear this news. What hadn't helped his anger was the fact that he was living in Dallas and the rest of his family was located in Canada. Every time he would get news, of any kind, about a variant family member or childhood friend he would get irritated to be reminded of this fact. But now, this close to the start of the playoffs he knew that there wouldn't be that much opportunities for him to visit his grandpa in what would probably be his last moments on earth.

Those polarizing emotions made him feel restless. Plus, his brain went into overdrive and started playing hypothetical scenarios filled with all the things that could go wrong in the near future. By the first scenario he already wanted to shut his brain off. However, he didn't know how and was stuck inside his brain. As time passed, he felt sicker and sicker. And hour or so later he decided to turn to the only method he knew was for sure affective- alcohol.

He wasn't proud of that plan, it reminded him too many of his Boston's days. Yet, he knew that he would do this. The following day they had only an afternoon practice, so there weren't any responsibilities stopping him.

This plan was out of Young Tyler Seguin's playbook that he didn't feel like changing the details much. Just like past nights where he wanted to drink to oblivion, he wanted to be near people and not by himself. The only thing that changed tonight was that he wasn't up for any of his regular places, where people knew him. He searched in google a bar in Dallas where he hadn't been in yet and started to get ready for the night.

He got to the bar just before happy hour, by using uber, so the bar was kind of empty. It worked well for him as he made his way to one of the many vacant stools near the bar. He made himself comfortable in his seat of the next few hours, and looked at all the drinks that the bar had to offer. Before long the bar tender, a somewhat attractive guy in his middle twenties, approached him and asked him what he wanted. He ordered his go-to drink when he is in the mood to get drunk, handed over his credit card with the instruction to keep his tab open, and got started with the program.

As the bar got fuller and louder, he didn't pay attention to his surroundings. He just kept to himself and if someone occasionally wanted to gather his attention he quickly blew them off. The seat beside him remained for the most part empty, until at some point a group of women took that open bar space. He didn't really pay attention to them, only registering basic things about the group such as them ordering shots and pretty much shouting at his ear. He was glad that after a few rounds of that they kind of split and only two of them stayed by the bar.

He knew how to drink and he drank often, so he was able to estimate when he was buzzed and when he was shit faced drunk. Yet, he surprised himself when he accidently spilled his drink over the girl who sat closest to him. The glass itself didn't break, but she was still pretty mad at him. He grabbed the nearest napkins and started to clean, drunkenly, the places that it spilled over. He probably did more mess than help, because pretty quick she told him to stop with his attempts and continued to clean her arm and table from any spilled alcohol. Even though he stopped with the cleaning, he still kept with the apologies like the nice Canadian boy he was taught to be.

Because he wasn't busy with cleaning the mass, he looked at the girl properly for the first time. When the girl finished with all of the cleaning, she finally looked at him as well. Even in this slowed brain he figured out that she obviously recognized who that drunk person who sat next to her all night was, but he tried to act like he didn’t realize that she knew who he was. They stared awkwardly like that for a few more seconds, until either one of them realized that the other won't say anything. The moment snapped when she backed away from the bar, probably to wash her hands.

In the few seconds that he was left alone he contemplated whether he should go away from the bar. He felt like he was drunk, but not drunk like he hoped. Yet, he wasn't in the mood to interact with anyone, and he had the feeling that that girl would talk to him during the night. At the end he decided to stay, and leave if she would start to harass him.

Tyler still think that this was the best drunken decision he ever made.

By the time she came back to her seat he had a new drink in his hand. After that he continued like nothing happened, and the girl did as well. However, now that he paid attention to her, he could feel how every few seconds she drew sneaking glances out of the corner of her eyes. It wouldn't have mattered to him much, he kind of used to people doing this around him, if it weren't distracting him.

It got to the point that once she at last spoke up to him he felt relieved…well until he realized what she told him.

"Why are you acting like the world ended and you're not going to the playoffs?"

Something in the way that she asked that question grabbed his attention. It was genuine, and not gossipy like a lot of other fans would be like. Maybe because it sounded like she really cared, he answered honestly.

"Maybe I'm acting like that because my mom called me and basically told me that my grandfather is going to die, and I'm stuck here playing in the playoffs".

Her smile died off her face and she started with the standard answering of "I'm so sorry". However, what really amazed him was that she stuck around for the rest of the night. He learned that her name was Emily and she talked to him through all the shit that's happening. They stayed there for a while, only ending the night when it was apparent that it was time for him to go home. Emily was still worried about him, so she took his phone and helped him order the uber drive back to his house. In that same opportunity she also saved her phone number and begged him to shoot her a text when he came home to let her know that he was okay.

It was supposed to be it, just a random night where he loaded a bunch of crap and dark secrets on a stranger. However, in the morning he felt horrible as his sober mind replayed the night and realized how much of an asshole he was. So, he invited her to a dinner at a restaurant as a consolation prize. That dinner accidently was their first date, even though he genuinely offered that dinner without any ulterior motives.

His stroll through memory lane was cut short as the phone call finally got through and he heard the sleep-filled voice of Emily saying "Tyler? Why are you calling this late?"

Before he could second guess himself, he just said "I needed to talk to you tonight, something happened tonight".

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years

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Here’s a half formed thought about Calum going back to school at the same time as you during the crazy ass pandemic. Enjoy.

Reader insert. No race or gender.

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You were always going back to school. When you ran into Calum last year--though it really wasn’t you running into Calum; he was doing his grocery shopping and you checked him out--you knew being a clerk at the grocery store wasn’t the end all be all for you.

What you had noticed over the couple of months is that whenever Calum seemed to be doing his grocery shopping, he always came through your line. It didn’t matter if you were the only line opened or on the weekends one of the several lines open, Calum was there. He started with small talk, asking you how your day was going. And you asked about his. He shocked you the first time he used your name. But you forgot that it was on your name tag. “Well if you know my name it’s only fair I know yours,” you teased.

“Calum,” he returned easily, taking the brown paper bags after you carefully packed them.

Sometimes you noticed his dog in the cart and asked about them. You learned his name is Duke and that he’s been affectionately dubbed Baby Grandpa by Calum. And eventually, though you hadn’t really meant to, you noticed things he bought frequently and whenever you happened across his path while walking to or from back break, you’d let him know if there was a sale going on.

And thought it was only just friendly chat while you were on the clock, you were out pumping gas on your way to lunch with your friends when you heard your name. As you turned, there was Calum, walking out of the gas station, waving as he pushed his sunglasses back to cover his eyes.

“Fancy meeting you here,” you laughed, waving in return. What you hadn’t expected as Calum walked across the lot to the pumps is that he would chat until the question of a date fell off from his lips. And sure Calum was attractive, and sure the conversation over the weeks while you checked out his items had turned a little flirty but you hadn’t expected that Calum felt anything remotely serious about you to ask you on a date.

But you accepted. And there you were able to talk over a nice picnic that excluded Duke, but at your explicit disappointment at not seeing the old dog, Calum promised that next time, he would make sure to include Duke. That picnic lead to a movie, which lead to dinner, which lead to a date shopping for Duke because of the upcoming holidays, which lead to dinner at his place, and then hanging out with his friends for a quick drink one night, which lead to movie nights at each others place.

And somewhere in all of it, you were dating Calum. He called when you had the closing shift at work to make sure you got home safely. Or if you spent the night, he’d make you breakfast, and he soothed your back as you hunched in front of your laptop to paid for applications for grad school. And he listened to the way you talked about knowing you couldn’t stay in this spot forever and he encouraged you go back to school. You could feel out that school was something that Calum was considering but he hadn’t been too serious about it. Not the band, the tours, the in the studio’s late--just never felt like he had the time.

Occasionally, you talked about some of the online courses you saw the schools had. But Calum hadn’t fully budged. By the time you got news about you going back to school, with funding, and sorting that news out with your job, Calum asked you if you thought he should give a crack at school. You told him the truth, that if he wanted to go for it, he should. And soon, things crumbled globally with the pandemic. And locked in the house most of the time, you dropped subtle and not so subtle hints that making those online classes might be closer and closer to coming true.

Now you’re here, sitting at the dining room table, your printed out readings and books scattered in front of you. Calum’s on the couch. His notes on the coffee table. You’re in class, listening to the lecture headphones in and you look over to Calum, his class ended just as yours started. His fingers are working over the keys.

He’s only in a couple of classes. And though you’re in one more class than him, there’s the added struggle of the work you do too. It’s administrative, but there’s meetings once a week and you still find yourself being offloaded onto with lots of small annoying data tracking tasks. It’s paying for school, so you do it with minimal complaints, but a few nonetheless.

You’re so lost watching Calum working that you don’t even realize that the class you’re in is preparing for small breakout rooms until someone calls your name. You blink and turn back to the screen. “Sorry, zoned out. We’re discussing the reading, yeah?”

Your group nods and you manage to get back on track until the end of your class. Just as you’re closing down the Zoom app, at least for the half hour before your meeting for work, Calum calls out. “Class done?”

You nod, popping out the earbuds. “Yeah. Got that meeting for work soon though.”

He hums, glancing up from the screen. He seems tired. Most of your nights both of you are up kinda late. Though, you make sure to turn it in early and practically drag Calum to bed a couple hours later. He’ll get caught up, work way too late into the night and then have to be up early for band meetings too. “Want me to fix dinner tonight then?”

“It’s my night. I can still do it.”

“You sure. I know you’ve got to fix that spreadsheet too and do your readings for the week.”

You shake your head. “I can still cook. Might even start during our meeting.”

Calum laughs, remembering the other times you turned off your camera and shuffled around the kitchen to cook in meetings or in classes too. “Nonsense. Almost done with this paper, so I’ll cook. But as an exchange, if you don’t mind, could you read over this? It’s only a response to a reading and it’s not super long or anything. But this instructor’s a fucking hardass.”

You nod. You’ve read over his papers before. Most of the times it’s just making sure he has correct citations and you might make a note about needing a thesis statement or needing more of his analysis between his evidence. But it’s not much that you ever feel like you need to mention on his papers. You’ve found, most often, what Calum needs is just someone to listen to his ideas so he can sort them out loud and then all you do is take down the notes of what he said. Listening to him talk about this philosophy class and Literature class is awe inspiring. He always has more questions than answers, but it’s those questions that always lead him to some pretty amazing places in his writing.

“Is this the professor that got on you about the spacing on that first paper?”

Calum nods, pushing the laptop to the coffee table on top of his notes. “Yes! Even you couldn’t see what was wrong, so I still don’t understand what they got on me about. And I formatted the second outline in the exact same way and didn’t get any points taken off, so I really don’t understand.”

“Well, it could’ve been Google Docs. When you downloaded it into Pages, the formatting might’ve gotten wonky? But even the Pages document looked fine, so I really don’t know what happened there. But you’re doing it all in Pages now and then exporting to a PDF when you submit correct?”

“Yeah, I am. Thanks for that tip though. I didn’t realize Pages wouldn’t work in the submission center.” His shuffle into the kitchen is paired by the click of Duke’s paws on the floor. Calum presses a quick kiss to the top of your head. “Spaghetti?”

Holding onto his forearm draped around your chest, you nod. “Spaghetti sounds lovely.”

“I saw you staring at me while you were in class,” he whispers close to your ear.

“What? You’re hot. Sue me.”

His chuckle is soft, a rumble in his chest that you feel through your back. “Most definitely can’t sue you over that. But don’t make me go in the office. I need you to pass these classes.”

“I appreciate the concern, dear. But I think I’m doing pretty good. Besides, I’m signed up for a random art history class. I can say you’re a piece of art I needed to analyze.”

The laughter’s not soft now, he full on giggles--a bit of it getting cut off as he inhales into the sound. “You’re ridiculous.” His lips are soft against your temple as he stands back up. “So spaghetti. Garlic bread is a must. Salad?”

“Ugh, I guess I do need veggies.”

“Yes, yes you do.” He continues into the kitchen, the clinking of pots hitting the isle’s of the stove and bowls, boxes, and jars setting onto the counter.

“How’s the other class going? You guys starting your novels yet?”

“19th Century Lit is well, 19th Century Lit.” Calum seemed intrigued by the Evil Children’s class you told him you saw. But it had filled by the time Calum got his work schedule sorted out. He turned to 19th Century Lit as his backup, and so far, it appeared to be going well. “We’re spending the first part on poetry. And that’s the most interesting. The rest of the books sound a little boring.”

You hum, nodding even though he can’t see you. “Hopefully the class picks up. I took a look at the spring classes. If you want to focus more on poetry there’s a Modern Poetry post 1930′s class.”

The glance is quick, but his brows are pulled upwards, in a slight intrigue. “I’d consider it for sure.”

The alarm on your phone goes off, letting you know you have ten minutes until the meeting. You turn back to your computer and start logging into the meeting. “You haven’t had an assignment for that class yet have you?”

“No. The midterm’s coming up soon though and I don’t even know how to begin to study for it.”

You pop one earbud in making sure your mic is muted. “You know I got you, babe.”

“Yeah, but you’ve got your classes too. I-I might stop by the professors office hours and ask for help.”

“That’s always a good idea. Do you know when they are?”

“Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s.” You know he doubled checked them because he probably wouldn’t have that readily available from the first day of classes. “Gonna go tomorrow.”

Popping up from the chair, you press a kiss to his cheek, as the pan sizzles just a little and the pot of water not showing signs of bubbles just yet. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Calum returns, pulling you fully into his chest for a swift kiss. “Now, go! You’ve got a meeting.”

“Meeting schmeeting. Would rather kiss you.” You kiss him one last time before ducking back into the chair and turning the camera on. You notice just faintly in the background Calum’s visible as he shuffles between pans and pots. Duke walks up to you, standing up to get attention.

“Oh, you know I can’t say no,” you mutter, setting him in your lap.

“Is that Duke?” your supervisor asks. He’s crashed a couple meetings before.

You unmute and hold him better for everyone to see. “Yeah. His pops is cooking us dinner and that lack of attention just won’t do.”

“Hey, you say that like I don’t love him,” Calum retorts, threatening the back of your head with a spatula. You giggle before muting yourself and place Duke back into your lap, digging up the word document you’ve started for all the meeting notes.

Your supervisor laughs. “Well I think he’s getting plenty of attention in the chat.” There are some more dings as people join the meeting. “Looks like we have everyone, so let’s begin.”

tagging @calumscalm because you might still be taking that exam, love.

and @5-secondsofcolor bc sunday reads bubs.

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jovialyouthmusic · 3 years

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Double Trouble

Following Bastien and Sophia Lykel, the proud new parents of twins. Sophia’s parents come to visit.

Word Count 2293

A/N Nothing to report, just fluff. The chapter got a bit long so I’m splitting it.

6a Granny and Grandpa

‘There they are!’ Sophia threw her arm up in the air and waved as she caught sight of her parents, Bob and Edith, coming out of Customs into the arrival lounge at Cordonia’s main airport. Costa and Althea had not stayed long when they visited, but the Turners would be there for a week.

‘What are we going to do with them?’ Sophia had asked Bastien ‘I love them, but it takes all my energy looking after the twins. We can’t really ask Hana to help while they’re here. She deserves a break’

‘Don’t worry, Regina has invited Edith and you for afternoon tea for one thing. You can take your mother shopping in the Capitol and Bob and I can look after the twins. I’ll find lots of things for us all to do, and if you’re tired, you can just rest. I’m sure your parents are capable of taking the twins for a walk in the grounds.’ He looked thoughtful. ‘Perhaps we could invite Costa and Althea back, after all they haven’t met yet.’ Bastien’s foster parents were often busy visiting others that that they had fostered over the years, and were ‘foster’ grandparents to many children, so had missed both their wedding and the reception back in the palace after their honeymoon.

‘Oh my goodness, I can’t imagine how that would go – but it’s a good opportunity’ Sophia said ‘I suppose there’s no harm in asking if they’re free’

At the airport, Bastien smiled to see the joy on her face.

‘Go on, I’ve got the pushchair’ he said, putting his hand on the handle of the double stroller. The twins were mesmerised by the noise and bustle of the airport terminal, Theodore looking all around wide eyed and Beatrice frowning in disapproval, fidgeting and wriggling in her seat. Sophia rushed forward to greet her parents. Edith hugged her, but she was scanning the lounge for sight of the twins and broke away from her quickly.

‘Where are they? Is that Bastien over there?’ she asked impatiently, while Bob gave his daughter a warm embrace.

‘You’re looking well, Sophia’ he said fondly ‘How are you coping with being a parent?’ Edith was surging determinedly ahead toward her quarry, her luggage forgotten. The trolley was laden with bags and Bob looked tired.

‘It’s hard work, Dad’ she replied ‘But we have a lot of help – we’re lucky really, the Palace is a great place to stay right now.’ Edith was out of earshot but Sophia could hear her delighted cries at meeting her grandchildren.

‘We’d better catch up’ Bob said, and Sophia kissed his cheek as he went back to pushing the luggage trolley.

‘How on earth did you get all these bags on the plane?’ she asked incredulously.

‘Your mother’ Bob said, as if that was all the explanation that was needed, but went on to elaborate. ‘She harassed the check in girl thoroughly. I think she overlooked the baggage limit just to save her eardrums’

‘You must have had to pay extra, surely’ Sophia replied, and her father shrugged, smiling warmly.

‘It was worth it for the sake of my only daughter’ She squeezed his arm as they caught up with Edith, bending down and cooing at the babies. As usual with any new stimulus, Theo regarded her with fascination, fingers stuffed in his mouth, and Beatrice continued to wriggle, but she was engaged at the new person paying her and her brother such close attention,

‘They haven’t got your lovely fair hair’ Edith said, looking back at her daughter. ‘You were such a pretty baby, strangers didn’t believe Bob was your father because you were blonde’

‘It’s genetics, Mum’ Sophia sighed ‘You must both have recessive genes’ Edith sniffed, unconvinced.

‘Well, they’re very bonny.’ she conceded ‘How did you get here? Did Bastien drive? How are we all going to fit into the car?’

‘We’ve got a minivan’ Sophia explained ‘We’ll all fit in fine – and your bags’ she looked back at the trolley ‘At least I think so’

‘We’ll manage’ Bastien asserted. Bob had been gazing fondly at the babies, but his attention went to his son in law.

‘Lykel’ he said, taking his hand and shaking it firmly ‘You’ve got a hard job looking after twins’

‘They keep us on our toes, Sir’

‘Now then son, it’s Bob’ Bastien smiled wryly.

‘With respect, you used my surname, Bob’

‘Well dammit so I did. Force of habit, s – uh Bastien. No offense’

‘None taken, Bob’ Edith was talking to the babies in a sing song voice, which caused Theo to reach out to try and touch her while Beatrice stopped wriggling to concentrate on her voice, staring at her intently.

‘They’re such little darlings’ Edith gushed ‘When is Granny going to get a cuddle?’

‘You can help when we get out to the car, Edith’ Bastien said ‘It will be easier to keep them in the stroller for now.’ He looked at the baggage trolley. ‘Let me take that, Bob. Sophia can take charge of the twins’ They set off for the car park, Sophia taking the lead and Edith walking beside her, Bastien and Bob taking up the rear. It was warm outside in the Mediterranean autumn air, white clouds billowing up in the sky as the day wore on. They reached the minivan and began the loading process.

‘Would you mind taking Beatrice, Mum?’ Sophia asked. She’d never been able to change her habit of calling her parents Mum and Dad. It just didn’t feel natural calling them by their names. ‘She’s more likely to get cranky. Theo’s pretty laid back’

‘Well who’s a gorgeous girl?’ Edith enthused as Sophia unbuckled the baby and handed her over. ‘Granny’s been waiting to meet you and your brother’ Beatrice sat quietly in her arms, happy at being paid exclusive attention. Bob caught up with them and beamed as Sophia handed Theo over to him so that she could wrestle with getting the stroller folded up and stowed away and putting the nappy changing bags where they could be reached easily. Bastien was taken up with manhandling the bags into the back of the van, scrutinising them first to work out how best to stow them away.

Sophia climbed into the van and reached out to Bob for Theo first, knowing that he would be content to be buckled into his baby seat. Edith was only too happy to spend a few more moments rocking her granddaughter before handing her over.

‘Now Beatrice will probably cry when I buckle her up’ Sophia explained ‘But as soon as we get moving she’ll quieten down. Theo will be fine’

‘I’ll sit next to her’ Edith offered ‘Granny will keep her quiet’ Sophia pursed her lips dubiously but said nothing. Beatrice squirmed and grizzled as she placed her in the car seat and adjusted the straps. Edith swiftly climbed into the next seat and leaned over her as Bastien crammed the last bag into the back.

Bob wheeled the trolley back to the collection point while Bastien got into the driver’s seat. Bob came back and sat beside him whilst Sophia settled next to Theo, who kicked his legs happily. He seemed to like the motion of the minivan, whereas Beatrice just wasn’t happy being strapped into anything. It wasn’t as if she could get anywhere under her own steam, just that she hated any kind of confinement apart from being held and fussed over. Happily, the fact that Edith was paying the little girl attention pleased her, and she quietened down before they started off.

‘Beatrice must really like you, Mum.’ Sophia said ‘Normally she cries until we get moving. Not that we’ve manage to get them out and about much. It’s like organising a campaign getting them ready’

‘Well four pairs of hands are better than two’ her mother said ‘I know you have extra help at the Palace, but whoever it is can have a little holiday while we’re here’ Sophia sighed inwardly, knowing that things were never that simple with her mother, well meaning as she was.

It wasn’t a long journey to the palace, and Edith carried on talking to Beatrice all the way, only looking up when they got to the palace gates.

‘Oh, here already? How’s the King? Didn’t you say that the Queen’s expecting a baby too? Theo and Beatrice will have a real life prince or princess to play with’

‘Mum, I told you we’ll be moving to Edinburgh when the academic year starts’ Sophia said.

‘Oh, still so far away.’ Edith sighed ‘However will you manage the twins on your own? You should move back to the island, then we can babysit for you.’

‘Now Edith, that’s a huge commitment.’ Bob said firmly. ‘Much as I love the idea of being a grandpa, I want to enjoy my retirement. Sophia and Bastien will manage just fine without us.’

‘I’d planned to set up my own security consultancy, but I can delay a lot of it while we settle in’ Bastien explained ‘Most will be done remotely anyway, so I should be at home most of the time once it gets going’ Edith boggled at this.

‘You mean you’ll be a house husband?’ she gasped ‘Sophia, you should be the one staying at home’ Bob coughed loudly, and she looked sheepish. ‘Oh dear, I’m being old fashioned, aren’t I? Things are different nowadays I suppose’ Sophia rubbed her forehead.

‘I was honoured to be offered the job.’ she explained. ‘I didn’t think I’d fall pregnant so fast. They deferred, but I really want to take it up.’

‘I’m sorry dear.’ Edith sighed ‘It was so different in my day. You were expected to be at home to look after your children and wait for your husband to get home’

Any further discussion was halted as the minivan drew up at the security post at the Palace gates and went on to stop in front of the staff wing after being checked over.

‘Let me have Theo this time’ Edith offered as they started to unload, so Sophia handed him over and carried Beatrice herself, leaving the two men to unload the baggage. They climbed the stairs to the apartment.

‘Now Mum, you know you can’t stay with us this time. The twins have the spare room, so the King has very kindly put you in a suite in the guest wing. It’s not far from us, and we can all eat together. Your suite has a very nice view out over the grounds at the back’

‘Oh’ said Edith ‘That sounds lovely. When can we see it?’

‘I just need to check the twins aren’t hungry or need changing, then we can all go over and take your bags’

‘Are you bottle feeding them? I fed you of course, but I stopped when your teeth came through’

‘I’ll feed them for as long as I can’ Sophia explained as they reached the apartment, and she unlocked the door. She went along the corridor to the nursery, and Edith exclaimed at the room.

‘Oh my, aren’t you a lucky boy?’ she cooed to Theo ‘Your mummy didn’t have her own room until she was at school’ She made a face and held Theo away from her body. ‘Oh dear, I think he’s a little damp, darling’

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At first Edith had been a little peeved not to be staying with her daughter. Sophia and Bastien had discussed putting the twins back in the main bedroom and reinstating the spare room, but it would have been too disruptive. The suite Bob and Edith had was one that was usually put aside for nobility to stay in the social season when there were balls and other occasions to attend. Edith was most impressed at the grand décor and soon forgot all about the little apartment in the staff wing. The arrangement meant that everyone had their own space and weren’t on top of each other.

After taking all the bags through, Bastien sent for a meal to be served in the Turners’ suite, and Sophia sat feeding Beatrice whilst it was all laid out on the table. She felt a little guilty at always feeding her first, but she was impatient where her brother was not. Edith paraded up and down with Theo, singing and chatting to him.

‘What’s in all the bags, Mum?’ Sophia asked.

‘My painting things’ she replied. ‘After all, I work by Royal appointment, you know’ Sophia suppressed a smile, as she knew that remark to be caused by Regina politely saying she’d like to see Edith paint the palace grounds. Beatrice stopped feeding and Sophia waved her mother over to swap, handing her a napkin for her shoulder.

‘Make sure she’s winded’ she warned ‘If she gets tummy ache neither of them will settle.’ When Theo had been fed and winded, Sophia went to sit at the table. Theo was happy to sit in his bouncy chair, and surprisingly Beatrice was too.

‘My foster parents are passing through tomorrow’ Bastien said casually as he passed the breadbasket to Bob ‘If you like, we could meet up with them.’

‘Oh, Althea paints, doesn’t she?’ Edith piped up ‘Of course we should meet them’

‘Perhaps we should plan an outing’ Sophia suggested ‘I’m getting a bit fed up of the same four walls. A walk along the seafront and lunch at a café would make a change’

‘That’s an excellent idea’ Bastien replied, standing to take some plates back to the kitchen and stopping on the way back to put his hand on her shoulder and lean down to kiss her cheek. ‘I’ll get in touch with them and arrange it’

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thepartyresponsible · 4 years

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this fill is for shevni, who asked for clint barton/steve rogers with the prompt: “can I have one last kiss?”

i’ve never actually written these two together before, but i always figured they’d be sweet and competitive and absolutely ridiculous. so here’s maybe the silliest, fluffiest thing i’ve written in a long time.

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It’s predawn, not even within shooting distance of sunup, and Steve Rogers is sneaking out of Clint’s apartment. He’s quiet about it, but he’s not international super spy levels of quiet about it, and Clint’s been tracking his movements since the second Steve disentangled himself from all four of Clint’s limbs.

He should’ve expected this. He did expect this. He watches, feigning sleep, while Steve picks his way around the room, gathering clothes off the floor.

He waits until Steve’s patting at his pockets, double-checking his phone and keys, before he shoves himself up on his elbows, shakes the sleep out of his eyes. “Don’t I get a goodbye kiss?” he asks. “Just, you know. One last one?”

Steve blinks at him. His mouth presses flat and then quirks to the side. A guilty look crosses his face. “I thought you were still asleep.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Clint says. “So, how about it, Steve? Can I have one last kiss?”

Steve puts his hands on his hips. It only serves to bracket the truly unbelievable cut of his abs, and Clint has to force his eyes back up to his face. “Is that what we’re gonna do this morning?” Steve says. “We’re gonna be dramatic?”

“Well,” Clint says, “at least I’ll have the memories.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “They’re just shorts, Clint. They are running shorts. It said so on the tags.”

“They’re women’s,” Clint argues. “Those are women’s shorts that Tony tricked you into buying, and you’re too stubborn to admit you were hoodwinked, and now you’re gonna cause a stampede, and I’m never gonna see you again.”

“They’re shorts,” Steve says.

They most certainly are.

Clint groans and tries not to get preoccupied by the truly revolutionary amount of thigh that Steve’s casually put on display. He’s seen Steve naked. He sees him naked fairly regularly, actually. There’s no reason for the cut of the stupid shorts to be this incredibly distracting.

“You remember World War Z, Steve?” Clint asks.

Steve frowns. “I’m still not sure that title is entirely respectful.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Clint says, waving the old argument aside. “28 Days Later is fine too. Fast zombies, Steve. That’s what’s gonna happen if you go out like that. Fast zombies, running you down, swarming you. A bloodbath. It’s not even dawn. How am I gonna rescue you before I’ve even had coffee? Will you think about what you’re doing, Steve? Actions have consequences.”

Steve appears unmoved by his entreaties. Which is categorically unfair, because, just by standing there in his SHIELD-issued t-shirt and empathetically not SHIELD-issued running shorts, he’s moving Clint quite a bit.

“I think I can outrun a few civilian joggers, Clint,” he says.

“Yeah, but the problem with the zombie isn’t their speed, Steve. It’s the relentless, inevitable, slow march of doom. Which is what’s going to happen if you go out there with your ass damn near hanging out of your shorts. You’re going to unmake society. You need to come back to bed. It’s a matter of natural security.”

“My ass is not a threat to national security,” Steve says, with remarkable primness for a man who’s going to be flirting with a public indecency charge the second he bends over to tie his shoes.

“It is,” Clint says. “It has been. It’s in my SHIELD file, under potential liabilities.”

There’s a blush settling across the blades of Steve’s cheekbones, faint but visible. “You’re being ridiculous. Just stay here, and I’ll be back an hour. I’ll bring coffee.”

“I’ll never see you again,” Clint says. “You have to kiss me goodbye.”

“Are you sure that’s safe?” Steve asks, stepping closer. “I’ve been told my ass is a threat to national security.”

“Worth it,” Clint says. “Your ass is my nation. I mean, I’m not saying it’s a full-blown conspiracy or anything, but you’ll notice that ‘I pledge allegiance to the flag’ and ‘I pledge allegiance to Steve’s ass’ are actually the same number of syllables, and--”

“Stop, Clint,” Steve says, that flush filling in nicely as he knee-walks across the bed and kisses Clint like he’ll never see him again.

Clint tips backwards and drags Steve with him, one hand clinging to Steve’s shirt while the other palms at the back of Steve’s thigh. “So much skin,” he says, mumbling it into Steve’s mouth. “Steve, you’re gonna stop traffic.”

“It’s New York, Clint,” Steve says. “They’ve seen worse.”

“Worse,” Clint says, offended. He slides his hand up, grabs Steve’s ass. “They’ve never seen better, Steve. That’s the problem.”

“You know,” Steve says, sprawled out on top of him, bare skin against so much bare skin, a warm invitation forming in his eyes, “if you’re so worried about my virtue, you could just come with me.”

“I want to come with you,” Clint says, pulling Steve in by the hips. “I’d love to. Great idea. Let’s do it right now.”

Steve huffs and pulls back, evidentially unimpressed. “You know what I meant. We can do that later. After we run.”

Clint stares up at him, at his beautiful blue eyes and chiseled jaw and soft inviting smile. He thinks about spending the next hour of his life getting outrun again, huffing doggedly along on an empty stomach with no coffee to bolster him and no mercy from a super soldier who could outrun Olympians on his worst day.

He thinks, also, of the view he’ll get, chasing after Steve in those stupid, unholy, incredible shorts.

“Oh,” Clint says, “I get it. I understand what happened. Tony thinks he played you, but you’ve been playing me this whole time. You just want me to do more cardio.”

“Well,” Steve says, with that aw shucks earnestness he trots out whenever he’s about to be a real asshole, “more stamina would be useful. In the field.”

“Oh my God,” Clint says, and hip-checks Steve out of bed. He follows him, laughing, and grabs his running shorts out of the laundry bin where Steve must’ve put them this morning. “Fine. Fine. I’ll go.”

Steve watches him with a smug grin that promptly drops into an ‘o’ of incredulous objection when Clint starts toward the door. “You spend all morning talking about my shorts and then you’re going with no shirt? My ass has nothing on your abs, Clint.”

Clint, who is very well-aware of the effect his abs and arms have on Steve, smiles benignly and flexes his way through some very aesthetically-oriented stretches. “It’s summer, Steve. I don’t want to get overheated. Heat stroke is very dangerous.”

Steve stands by the doorway, staring directly at Clint’s chest. “Maybe I’m worried about me getting overheated.”

Clint grabs his keys off the hook. “Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you dragged us out of bed this morning.”

“We’re going to end up in the Internet again,” Steve says, sounding exactly like somebody’s grandpa.

“We’re gonna break the Internet again,” Clint replies. He leans over, lands a peck on Steve’s still pinkish cheek, and then slaps him on the ass for good measure. “Let’s move, Cap. I was promised coffee.”

Steve huffs and reels him in by the elastic of his shorts, kisses him sweet and a little filthy as they fumble their way through the door. “Maybe,” Steve says, licking his lips while Clint bullies the lock into compliance. “Maybe we just run for half an hour.”

Clint stares at the shape of Steve’s mouth. “Maybe we just go around the block,” he counteroffers.

Steve looks at him. There’s a beat, and then another.

“Maybe we just--” Steve says.

“Go back inside,” Clint says, immediately shoving the key into the lock again. “Back inside, yep, that’s great. That’s perfect. We’ll just--”

The door springs open, and Steve crowds him through it, and, a few seconds after that, they are back in bed again.

Someday, Clint thinks, considerably later, someday we’re really, actually, no-shit gonna make it out of here for a morning run.

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lu-undy · 3 years

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Chapter 102 - SBT

Here it is.

"Here. Are you comfortable, mon bébé?"

"Meow."

"That way, you won't have to climb the stairs to go to bed anymore."

"Meow?" Perle lay on her back, in her bed. Lucien had put it on the sofa downstairs.

"I will bring a few toys too if you want. We need to keep you exercising, but lightly." He gently massaged her stomach. "The little ones are fragile."

She purred and purred. For the past few weeks, Papa had been spoiling her extra, especially since he had brought her to that place. They had shaved her belly and put some jelly on it, before pressing a cold, plastic thing. Papa had seemed so happy about the picture on the funny TV screen that he had stuck it on the white box of cold food at home. No clue what that blurry, dark picture was, but Papa always smiled when he looked at it.

Dad was delighted too, but he didn't spoil Perle as much as Papa did. It was to the point where Papa would carry her in his arms to go up the stairs…!

"Oh, look, Soot is coming to lie next to you." Lucien chuckled. "He looks drunk… Don't worry, Soot, the anesthetics will go away in time."

They had taken Soot away that morning and when he came back, he was behaving strangely. He couldn't walk straight and his meows were long, slow and sounded gibberish. Poor him…

Perle yawned.

"Tu veux dormir, ma chérie?"

[You want to sleep, my darling?]

Papa's hand moved from her belly to her cheeks. Aw, yes, yes… Since Papa and Dad started living together, Papa's scratching technique had greatly improved, to Perle's greatest delight.

"Bien, je vais vous laisser." He bent down and kissed both of them before sitting down next to them and grabbing a book.

[Fine, I shall leave you.]

"Hey, doll." Mundy came to Lucien.

"Shh, they are asleep."

"It's alright, we won't wake them up, come on my lap."

Lucien left his seat and Mundy sat down, opening his arms.

"Yeah, there we go, baby…"

Lucien sat on his lap and snuggled up in his arms, as Mundy kissed his temple.

"I like this pet name too," Lucien said. "Even though it does not correspond to me at all."

"Yeah, it does. You just don't see yourself like I do…" He tightened his hug on Lucien.

"Do I really look like a newborn to you?"

"You look little and fragile, delicate… Look at your hands…" Mundy took one in his palm. "So much smaller than mine…!" They stuck their palms together to compare them.

"Oui, you have large hands, another reason why I love you."

"Like it?"

"Mh-hm…" Lucien nodded and turned his head towards Mundy's chest. He buried himself there, in the cheap cologne, in the familiar warmth.

"Aw, look at you. Y'like my hands as much as you like bein' babied. You're like Perle, y'like it when I spoil ya."

"Guilty as charged." Lucien raised his head and his lips were met with Mundy's.

"So why did you bring their bed here?" The Aussie asked when his lips parted from his lover's.

"Because Perle is pregnant and it will tire her unnecessarily to walk up and down the stairs." Lucien answered. "She needs all the strength that she can get for the babies. I used to carry her up and down the stairs whenever I could."

"Lu', you don't have to be like that. If she can't get up the stairs, she won't, don't worry."

"I do worry!" Lucien answered. "They are defenseless creatures and Perle already got pregnant. She might be a bit more careless now, taking the pregnancy for easy work. Non, truly, we have to exercise extreme caution."

"Look at you bein' all worried…" Mundy cupped his lover's face between his large, warm palms. "I promise you, Pearl and the babies will be just fine."

"What if they won't…?"

"With a grandpa like you, it's never gonna happen, luv'." They exchanged sweet smiles and Lucien closed his eyes. "Wanna sleep? I thought you wanted to read."

"I wanted to spend time with you and thought about reading to pass the time and wait for you."

"Why not come straight for me?" Mundy asked.

"And who would look after Perle?"

Lucien's worried eyes looked like a kitten's, wide, round, and looking up at Mundy as if he were the answer to all his questions, and his fears.

"You're cute." Mundy kissed his brow and was waiting for Lucien to tell him that he wasn't, that it was an adjective only used for young girls.

Lucien's answer was clear. He melted in his lover's arms in a moan.

-- Later that day --

Mundy exited the shower and heard the distant sound of the piano downstairs. He went to the bedroom with his towel around his waist to put on a pair of boxer shorts and a tee shirt. When he exited it, he took the stairs down to join his lover.

But as he got closer, the sound of the piano became clearer, and Mundy frowned. It did sound like… rubbish? It sounded as if Lucien was pressing the keys randomly. Mundy went to the door but a shadow caught him and made him roll against the wall and put a hand on his mouth. Mundy's eyebrows jumped but Lucien put an index finger on his mouth to tell him to keep quiet, and the Aussie obeyed.

Lucien's finger then pointed at his eye and he pulled Mundy to take a peek in the living room.

"Meow?"

"Meow… Meow?"

"Meow."

Mundy and Lucien peeked their heads and what they saw surprised the Aussie.

"Meow…!"

Perle and Soot were sitting on the black piano seat. They were composing their own symphony, together. They raised their paws and pressed the black and white keys, while conversing in meows, under the kind eyes of Papa and Dad.

“Did you teach them?” Mundy whispered in Lucien’s ear, his eyes riveted on the keyboard.

“Non. I guess they just learnt from watching me.” He answered and took a step inside the living room. “Mon bébé?”

Perle turned her head and meowed to her Papa.

“Do you want me to teach you?” Lucien approached and both her and Soot jumped on top of the piano to leave the seat for him. “Viens, ma chérie.”

[Come, my darling.]

Perle went to his lap and curled there while Lucien gave her a lecture while holding her paws gently and making her point and trying a few keys. He then addressed the young male who joined his lap too. And the lecture went on for a while, Lucien forgot the passing of time.

“Lu’?”

Perle and Soot stood on their back legs to headbutt their Papa lovingly. He reciprocated the attention and kissed them before standing up and turning to Mundy.

“Oui?”

“You don’t have papers to correct this weekend, right?”

“Oui, indeed.”

“Right, then, put on yer shoes and follow me.”

Lucien raised a curious eyebrow but obeyed. Mundy opened the door.

"Wait."

Lucien stopped sharp.

"What?"

"I need to double-check that Perle has enough food and water…" Lucien hurried to the kitchen and reappeared a moment later.

"Such a mother hen you are, doll."

"I… I suppose so." Lucien answered. Mundy felt there was more to it but did not want to press his lover. Lucien would tell him when he wanted, if he wanted.

Mundy took his hand and they exited the house.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Surprise.”

Lucien frowned but continued to follow his lover over to the van. They hopped in and Mundy switched the inside light on.

"Right…"

Lucien looked at him.

"First time you hopped on my van, remember it?"

"Of course. You looked at me as if I had disrespected your mother." Lucien chuckled.

"Yeah… The nerve of you, though! I couldn't believe you just hopped in as easily as just that!"

"Why?"

"You didn't even ask or anythin', you just… No one's barely got inside here with me, especially that often." Mundy finally started the engine and drove away. "Felt like I had someone with me… A friend, maybe."

"A friend who became much more, hm?"

"Yeah." They exchanged a loving gaze, and a smile.

"But tell me, where are you taking me?"

The van came to a stop at a red light and Mundy sighed.

"I… I wanna repay it."

"Repay what?" Lucien asked.

"You took me to do wonderful things. I wanna do one with you."

"What are you talking about?"

Green light. The van drove away.

"The pub night, and then the Brazilian restaurant… Both were incredible and uh, I wanted to do somethin' similar for you."

"Mundy, this is ridiculous."

The Aussie's head swooshed from the road to his lover.

"What?"

"Please do not say that you want to repay anything." Lucien answered. "Repaying implies that you have a debt towards me. The thought alone disgusts me. You do not have any debt towards me. As much as I took you to those places out of pure will to enjoy myself with you, I do not expect you to take me wherever you want for any other reason."

"Ok, I get you… Sorry…"

"Don't apologise, mon loup." Lucien put a hand on his lover's thigh. "We all learn."

They exchanged sweet smiles and Mundy's eyes snapped back to the road ahead.

"So, where are you taking me?"

"You're supposed to be the Spook, so have a guess." Mundy chimed.

"Very well…" Lucien's eyes went back on the road. "You are heading outside of the city, towards the desert, am I correct?"

"Yeah, not wrong."

Mundy looked left and right as he stopped at a crossroad and put his blinker on.

"Mh, almost the opposite direction to the lake… Interesting." Lucien said and Mundy smirked.

He shifted gears as they escaped the city and pushed his foot harder on the gas pedal.

"Lu'?"

"Oui?"

"You seemed like you wanted to say more when you made sure that Pearl and Soot had food. Wanna tell me now?"

Lucien took a deep breath.

"May I?" He asked.

"Course, beautiful." Mundy put a hand on his lover's thigh.

"Here is the truth. Last time Perle was pregnant, I was… away. I did not see her grow into neither an adult, nor a mother. But this time, I will be here for her. Every day, I will provide for her and make sure that everything goes as smoothly as possible. She was there for me when I needed it most, when nothing could get me through the night but my tears. She was there. She cried with me and supported me. I owe her that, at least."

Mundy smiled.

"I love you, Lu'." He gently squeezed his thigh.

"So do I."

"You're such a family man, it's… I love that in you, Lu'."

Lucien smiled.

"Surprised?"

"Not really. I just… The more I know you, the more I find reasons to love you."

Lucien smiled and put his hand on top of Mundy's, on his thigh.

"But please, give me at least a clue." Lucien asked. "Where are you taking me?"

"Takin' you somewhere we've never been, to do somethin' we never did."

"Aah, you have all my curiosity."

"Not so hard to do to an ex-Spook."

"Indeed, but to your credit, this is no professional curiosity."

"What is it then?"

"Purely personal." Lucien answered.

The drive lasted for about half an hour and towards the end, Lucien was surprised to see that Mundy drove off road.

"Alright, we should be here." The Aussie stopped and parked in what Lucien would describe best as 'the middle of nowhere'.

There were a few trees, some grass, the ground wasn't all so dry. But most importantly, there was no one for miles around.

"This might not be the lake, but it is as quiet." Lucien said, looking around.

"Yeah, we're alone, I mean, as far as people are concerned. There are animals and stuff, just not folks. Now…" Mundy grabbed Lucien from his waist and pulled him close. He stared down in his eyes and pushed a lock of his long hair away from his face, behind his ear.

"Oui?" Lucien raised his lovestruck eyes to his lover.

"I need you to do something for me, doll."

"For you? Anything." Lucien splayed his hands on Mundy's chest, and gave a slow blink of his long, black eyelashes. Mundy's heart jumped.

"C'mere." Mundy pulled his lover back to his van. "Climb back, and gimme just a second, yeah?" He opened the door for him and Lucien obeyed.

"Mundy?" Lucien clung to his lover's arm, from the van's seat.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Kiss me."

Mundy softened. "Sure." He got closer to the van again and felt Lucien pull his face on his rough cheeks.

One kiss, lips lapping at each other.

"I love you, mon loup."

"Same, doll, same…" Mundy took Lucien's hand in his and left a kiss on it. He raised his eyes and saw the Frenchman blush. "Alright, gimme a minute, gotta grab somethin' from the back."

"Oui."

Mundy quickly hopped at the back and came back with a piece of cloth.

"What is this - oh?"

"A blindfold." Mundy had pushed the cloth on Lucien's eyes and gently pulled his head to tie it behind.

"Mmh…" Lucien melted and buried his head deeper in Mundy's chest.

Mundy looked down and saw that Lucien was biting his lip. He went to his ear when he was done with the blindfold.

"Like it, doll?"

Lucien nodded, his teeth on his lower lip still. "Oh…?" He felt Mundy's rough thumb on his chin, gently pulling it down, and Lucien yielded. He released his jaw and felt the finger trace his lips, lower one first and upper one, in one slow circle. The Frenchman's breath hitched.

"Look how sensitive you are, baby doll…?"

Lucien's eyebrows arched and he slowly nodded, his jaw still loose.

"Not yet, baby." Mundy cupped his cheek and kissed it, to which Lucien groaned in disappointment. He had hoped for more. "Don't worry, I won't forget. Now, gimme a few minutes, I need to prepare stuff."

"Mon loup?"

"Yeah? Oh, sure, c'mere…" Lucien pouted his lips and raised his head for a kiss, and Mundy delivered. "Now, you don't cheat ok? I want this to be a surprise for you, yeah?"

Lucien nodded and smiled when he felt Mundy's lips on his forehead. After that, the Frenchman barely heard anything for a duration of time that felt like eternity. He leaned back on his seat and could only feel anything when Mundy climbed the van or got off of it, at the back. Apart from that, the wait was long and rather dull. Lucien felt the temperature gently decrease, without it being uncomfortable, and the ambient light went down too.

"Alright, Lu', stuff's ready."

"May I see?"

"Not yet. I need to get you on the van's roof first."

"While blindfolded? I will fall!"

"Nah, you won't. Also, you need yer shoes off. C'mere…" Mundy helped Lucien off of his shoes and off of the van. They went behind it, hand in hand. "Now, one hand on the ladder here… The other here… Now, raise yer leg? A bit more? Boom, got the first step, go on then."

"How many steps are there?"

"Five. Go first, I'll be right behind ya."

Lucien groped his way up slowly, afraid that he might fall. But eventually, he managed and sat down on the van's roof.

"Oh… It is rather soft…?"

"Move your squishy butt, Lu'..." Mundy climbed up after his lover.

"Why is it so soft on the roof of your van?" Lucien's hands were touching the floor.

"You'll see. Now, I need you to sit here… Right, so, before you see what this whole thing's been about, I wanna sit next to you, and tell you a few things."

"While still blindfolded?"

"Yeah."

"Fine."

"Now, listen here…" Mundy sat next to his lover and took one of his delicate hands between both of his own. "I don't see you like I used to before."

Lucien's smile vanished from his lips.

"I… Lu', it's like you're not the same and uh… it changed me."

"What do you mean? Since when?" Lucien raised his other hand, awkwardly trying to find Mundy's cheek.

"It's since that night at the Brazilian place."

"I thought you liked my surprise?" Lucien answered.

"I did. I did so much that it made me think."

"About what?"

"About you and me. Listen, I… I really wanna spend my time with you. The more I know you, the clearer it is for me. I love you not just with… I mean I love everything in you with everythin' in me."

"So do I, mon loup." Lucien smiled.

"Alright, now, I-I'm not sure you'll like this but uh… Here goes nothin'..." Mundy bent on his side to untie Lucien's blindfold. "Ta-daa?"

"Oh… Mon Dieu…" Lucien covered his mouth. "You… you prepared all this on your own?"

Mundy nodded.

"It's not much, but eh, hope you'll appreciate it."

Lucien's eyes snapped wide. In front of the van, from the tree branches hung a white bed sheet of some sort. On the van's rooftop, duvets and blankets were laid, which explained why it felt so soft. There was also an army of cushions and pillows. And at the edge of the van's roof, a projector with a cable that went to the back of the van. On the van's bonnet, two speakers were facing the direction of the van itself.

"Oh, hold on, I forgot somethin'..." Mundy went away only for a minute and reappeared shortly. "Here…" He put a large plastic bag in front of them and started digging its contents out.

"Snacks?"

"Yeah, sweets, crisps, pop-corn and drinks. I didn't know if you preferred savoury or sweet when you watch a movie, so I got a bit of everythin'. Now, are you comfy like this? Hold on, let me add some pillows behind yer back… There, should be better now."

"Mundy?" Lucien's voice was thin. He was still astounded by his lover's efforts. "What is all this?"

"I-I tried to uh… Y'know, take you to see a movie. But then I thought that it'd be better if we were alone in the room. And then I thought of when my parents told me they used to drive to see movies from the van. Back in the days, they used to project it on big white boards. I thought we could do that, but couldn't find a large wall or somethin' that wasn't surrounded by people. So then the idea of the white sheet came in my head. And I thought we could make this another uh… date, maybe?" Mundy lowered his head. "Look, I know it's not a proper cinema or anythin', but-"

"This is the best date anyone has ever planned for me." Lucien burst out, cutting Mundy's speech.

"What? Hold on, really?"

"Oui…! No one ever planned anything that… personal for me. And it took you so much effort as well, I'm… I am almost speechless!" Lucien turned to look Mundy deep in the eye.

"I'm glad you like it, Lu'."

They both lay down and used a tower of pillows each to look at the screen in front of them.

"Like it? I love it, it is… Hm…" Lucien took Mundy's hand and laid his head on his lover's shoulder. "Merci, merci beaucoup."

[Thank you, thank you very much.]

"It's nothin', doll. Now, take your snack and I'll start the movie if you want."

"D'accord. What snack do you want?"

[Alright.]

"I like pop-corn with my movies, you?"

"Likewise." Lucien grabbed the bag and opened it before placing it between the two of them.

"Ready? I hope you'll like the movie."

"I will, I am sure. And if I don't, I can still watch my favourite hero." Lucien said.

"What?"

"You, Mundy." Lucien laced a leg between his lover's.

"Aw, Lu'...!" Mundy laced an arm around the Frenchman who was almost lying on his side, and pulled him closer to kiss him. Lucien chuckled.

"Pray start the film."

"Alright, let's go." Mundy pressed a button and the projector lit the white sheet up before they could hear the reel rolling inside.

"Mundy?" Lucien whispered.

"Hm?"

"Merci."

"You're welcome, baby." Mundy kissed his brow and gently brushed Lucien's long hair between his fingers.

There they were, under the sky of stars, in the theatre that Mundy improvised, watching a movie and eating pop-corn. Well, Lucien was eating pop-corn and Mundy was being fed pop-corn by his favourite hand. Every other time that Lucien would feed him, Mundy would kiss his fingers too. It was a reflex, nothing he thought too much about. He couldn't help it, anytime he smelt the vanilla hand cream, he had to kiss it.

"Mundy?!"

"Yeah?"

"The movie is in French?"

"Yeah, it has subtitles, I can follow."

"Why a French one?" Lucien asked.

"Cause I wanna learn."

"Why?"

"To talk to you, obviously!"

"Oui, but… We already speak to each other in English."

"I know. But it's unfair. You make all the efforts to understand me and all. Let me try too, for you."

Lucien remained silent for a while, his eyes riveted not on the movie, but on Mundy. The Aussie felt it and shifted his gaze from the white sheet to his lover.

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing. I just… Je t'aime, mon loup."

[I love you, my wolf.]

"Love ya too, doll." Mundy took a pop-corn in his hand and got his fingers close to Lucien's mouth. The Frenchman opened his mouth and ate it. "There we go." Mundy kissed his brow and returned to watch the movie.

"Also, this is a famous comedy movie."

"Yeah, that's what the bloke who sold it to me said. Y'know that movie?"

"Oui, I do."

"Oh, bugger… Must be borin' for you then…" Mundy's disappointment was clear in his voice.

"Non, not at all. It feels like a first time."

Their eyes met with a smile before they parted to watch the movie again.

"Why a comedy?"

"I like funny movies." Mundy answered. "You don't like them?"

"I do." Lucien answered. "Especially this series."

"They made more of them?"

"Oui, this is the first but there are a few more. We could watch them if you want."

"Yeah, why not? I quite like it so far. That policeman bloke's funny."

Lucien smiled and snuggled up closer to his lover, feeding him and himself from time to time. When the pop-corn bag emptied, he simply laid his head on Mundy's upper chest. It rose and fell to his breath and sometimes shook under his laughter. And throughout the entire movie, Lucien felt Mundy's fingers through his hair.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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fairylightsandchai · 4 years

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The Internship - Part 2

A/N: Hello, again! Just popping in again to say that I know I don’t usually post fanfic here, but I really wanted to take part in @darkficsyouneveraskedfor‘s Pre-Code Challenge! Just ignore this if you don’t follow me for fanfiction. :) Also, I’ll be adding tags in a reblog.

Read Part One Here!

As a side note, I’ve made a new blog since writing this dedicated to fanfic. If you wanna check it out, click here!

Pairings: Dark!Professor!Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: >10K

Summary: You are a student in the former-Captain America’s American History class, and you soon notice that Professor Rogers has been paying more than a professional amount of attention to you. But when he approaches you with an internship opportunity that’s too good to be true, how can you say no?

(A/N: This fic contains non-con elements, stalking, and manipulation, and this part will inclue rape, breeding kink, and kidnapping. It is also inspired by The Wild Party, a film from 1929. I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think.)

You let out a curse as your hand fumbled around inside of your purse; you professor would be there any second to pick you up, and your phone was nowhere to be found. You could’ve sworn that you’d set it down on your nightstand to charge, but it hadn’t been there that morning, and after spending the better part of an hour looking for it, you were beginning to give up hope.

A knock sounded at your door and you swore again, finally setting your purse down next to your packed suitcase and hurrying to answer it. On its other side stood Steve, a smile on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He was dressed much more casually than you’d ever seen him before, wearing a pair of dark jeans, a white t-shirt, and a brown leather jacket.

Staring between him and the bundle of daisies, you blinked once, twice before finally finding your voice again.

“Steve! I… Are those for me?” you asked, and he let out a soft laugh.

“Nah, they’re for the other girl who lives here,” he joked.

“I’m sure she’s very grateful,” you managed, taking the bouquet from him and giving it a sniff. “What’s the occasion?”

“Well,” he began, following you into your apartment as you went to locate a vase, “I know that you had your reservations about joining me, and I wanted to get you a little something for agreeing to the internship.”

“Oh.” You finally found an old pitcher that you’d never before used and started filling it with water, watching Steve out of the corner of your eye. He seemed right at home, browsing your book collection with his hands in his pockets as he skimmed the titles. “Well thank you! They’re beautiful.”

After setting the daisies into the water, you turned to face your professor.

“So… Are you ready to head out?” you asked, and he quickly turned his attention back to you.

“Sure am.”

Before you could protest, he walked over to your suitcase and picked it up, not even batting an eye at how heavy it was. You scurried over to pick your purse up and follow him out of your apartment.

“I might need to stop at a Best Buy on the way,” you told him as you locked the door. “I can’t seem to find my phone…”

“You can’t go without it for a week?”

“I mean… I can, but I would rather not have to,” you explained. “My mom might start to worry if I don’t keep in touch.”

“Well how about you use my phone? I would hate for your family to be concerned.”

You followed him to his car, surprised at how sleek and modern it looked; it had to be worth more than a couple years of your rent.

“Are you sure? It won’t be too much of a bother?” you asked, moving to open the passenger door. Steve’s hand shot out faster than yours, though, opening it for you with a smile.

“It would be no trouble at all, (Y/N),” he assured you.

With a quiet “thank you”, you slid into your seat, flinching when Steve closed the door behind you. As you sank into the dark leather beneath you, you wondered if it was too late to turn back. You couldn’t get that meeting in his office out of your head; the way his voice had hardened, the way his face had turned stormy when you hadn’t thanked him initially, it still sent shivers down your spine. Steve had spent years as America’s ‘golden boy’, but you couldn’t shake the suspicion that there could be a darker side of him just beneath the surface.

You jolted in your seat when you heard his door open, and you watched as he climbed into the driver’s side, his weight making the car shift as he settled in.

After flashing a small smile your way, he pressed a button and the car started, its engine purring quietly. You were both silent as you made your way to the interstate, your apartment fading into the distance in the rear-view mirror. It was only after the car was on the highway that Steve glanced your way again.

“You can put on the radio, if you’d like. We have a good hour of driving ahead of us, and that’s if traffic isn’t too crazy.”

You sighed; traffic in the city was always crazy.

You fiddled with the radio, eventually finding a station that you liked and turning it down to a low volume, just wanting some background noise.

“Hey, I actually know this song,” Steve smiled. “Doesn’t happen too often these days; most of the music I listen to is on the records I have at home.”

You smiled a little at that; some of the things he said really made him sound like a grandpa.

“I like the oldies, too,” you told him, head turning to look out your window. “Do you have a favorite band?”

Steve thought about it for a second, his thumbs tapping absentmindedly against the steering wheel.

“Well… You’ve probably never heard of them, but I really liked The Ink Spots back in the day. Oh, and Frank Sinatra is pretty hard to beat.”

“I happen to enjoy Sinatra myself,” you said. “I don’t know a lot of his music by name, but he has a really distinct voice.”

“That’s true,” Steve smiled. “…You know, you have a really distinct voice, too.”

Well, that came out of nowhere. You chuckled a little, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“I…don’t think so,” you tried to dismiss him.

“No, I mean it,” he insisted. “I really like your speaking voice; I imagine you’re a nice singer, too.”

“You are… so wrong,” you informed him. “My singing voice sounds like a cat being boiled.”

He threw his head back, his shoulders shaking with the force of his laugh.

“And just how do you know what that sounds like?” he asked you, glancing away from the road to raise an eyebrow at you.

You just shrugged, your smile fading slowly as you looked down at your lap.

“Why do you do that?” you heard yourself saying.

“Do what?”

“Compliment me so much,” you clarified, not daring to look his way. “You always have something nice to say about me. Why?”

It took Steve a few moments to answer, evidently pondering over his words.

“Well,” he finally said, “I suppose I’m just used to saying what’s on my mind. Everything I’ve told you has been true, you know.”

You felt something in your chest flutter, and you chewed on your lip as you cranked the radio louder. It wasn’t necessarily the words he’d spoken just now that unsettled you; no, it was the way he’d said them: softly, earnestly, in a tone that you don’t just use with a student or a friend. You tried to push that thought away, tried to write it off as ridiculous; he was Captain America. Why and how would he ever develop feelings for someone like you?

The majority of the car ride passed in silence, and you watched the sun sink lower into the sky. He’d picked you up in the middle of the afternoon, and as the winter dragged on, the days were getting shorter and shorter. So when you finally made it into Brooklyn, the sky was awash in light pinks and oranges; the sun would be going down in about two hours.

“So, I was thinking,” Steve finally spoke up, setting his right hand on the gear shift, “that we could stop for an early dinner before heading to our hotel room. I know a great pizza place close by.”

His pinky was just barely resting against your thigh as he spoke, and even that tiny point of contact was enough to make you uncomfortable. You pressed your thighs together, putting some distance between your leg and his hand, and you thought that you saw his jaw clench at the motion.

“U-um,” you finally spoke up, realizing he was still waiting for an answer, “yeah, that sounds good. I could go for some pizza.”

With a nod of his head, he turned his turn signal on, turning down the next road. In no time, he’d parked the car in a parking garage and led you out onto a street. When you reached a brick building with a sign that said Lucali on it, he held open the door for you, waving you in before him.

The smell of Italian food immediately washed over you, and you almost let out a moan as you deeply inhaled. A young, sweet-looking hostess walked to the two of you instantly, doing a double take when she saw the man you were with.

Grabbing a few menus, she, for her credit, quickly got over her moment of being star-struck.

“Good evening; table for two?”

“That’d be great,” Steve said, giving her one of his trademark smiles. “We would like one in the back, if any are available.”

“O-of course, Mr. Rogers,” she assured him, leading you both into a more secluded area. Jazz music was playing over the sound system, and as you sank into the booth you were led to, you noticed that every table had a small succulent on its surface.

“Can I get you guys started with something to drink?” the nice girl asked, and you were about to say that you’d just take water when Steve interrupted you.

“We’ll have a bottle of the house red blend,” he told her.

“Oh, no,” you tried to say, “I don’t really want any wine-“

The look Steve gave you stopped you dead in your tracks, and you were quickly taking back your words for a reason you couldn’t quite name.

“U-um, that is, could I have a water with that?” you corrected yourself. Steve smirked, never taking his eyes off of you as the hostess hurried away.

You squirmed in your chair, not daring to make eye contact with the man in front of you until he spoke your name softly.

“Um… Yes?”

“You know, I’d really like it if you were able to relax,” he said softly. “Sip some wine with me; try not to be so tense. Let yourself enjoy the evening.”

Before you could reply, the hostess was back with your drinks, and you immediately chugged half of the glass of wine she’d poured for you – you would welcome anything that could take the edge off, at this point.

“So,” Steve said, not touching his own glass, “I have a whole itinerary planned out for tomorrow. I thought we could start out by going to the building I grew up in; I was sure that they’d have tore it down by now, but apparently it’s still an apartment complex.”

“We could even take some pictures,” you added, finishing off your glass. “They might be a nice inclusion to the chapter.”

“That’s a great idea,” he smiled. “So, we’ll check it out and take some photos, and then we’ll go to Coney Island; Bucky and I used to go there all the time. Once, he made me ride this rollercoaster there until I got sick.” Steve laughed fondly at the memory. “But I got him back the next time and made him go on the tilt-a-whirl until he passed out.”

You chuckled, feeling the wine start to tingle pleasantly through your veins.

“Bucky? That was your best friend, right? The…the winter soldier?”

Steve’s smile grew sad at the mention of that title, but he nodded his head, reaching over to your glass of water and taking a sip casually. If it weren’t for the wine, you were sure you’d have found that odd, but you didn’t even think twice about it.

“He doesn’t like to be called that anymore,” he corrected you. “But he was known by that name once.”

You were both silent as he poured you another glass, and you mumbled a quick ‘thank you’ before promptly sipping on it. The air between you felt awkward all of a sudden, and you regretted bringing up the tender subject.

“So,” you spoke up, “what else is on your itinerary?”

“Well…” Steve perked up, “I thought that we could head over to Central Park after Coney Island; it’s all the way in Manhattan, but I used to go there and draw when I was a kid.”

“You like to draw?”

“I sure do. It’s one of the things that I’ve been good at since before the serum.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” you assured him.

“Oh, believe me, it is,” he grinned, and there was a softness in his eyes as he looked at you. “Other than getting in way over my head. I’ve always done that, too.”

When the waitress came by your table, Steve ordered for the both of you, but you didn’t mind; he happened to order your favorite type of pizza, and you smiled at the coincidence. The wine was starting to make your head buzz, but you welcomed it over the constant anxiety you seemed to be facing these days.

Your pizza came out surprisingly quick, right in the middle of a story you were telling Steve about your childhood. He was watching you so intently, his chin resting on his palm and his eyes sparkling with amusement. First one, then two more glasses of wine had been drunk (by only one of the people at your table), and when the bottle went empty he slid his still-full glass over for you to finish.

The both of you were completely silent as you ate the pizza; it seemed that you both were hungry. You ate your fill before sitting back and watching Steve ate the majority of the meal as you sipped your wine; you’d never seen anybody eat that much pizza in one setting, but then again, you’d never dined with a super soldier before.

The sun outside had completely disappeared by the time the two of you were finished, an entire bottle of wine sloshing in your belly as you stumbled out of the restaurant.

“Woah there,” Steve chuckled, holding his arm out for you to support yourself on. “You ok?”

“’M great,” you waved him off. “Just drank a little more than I was expecting to. You should’a stopped me at my second glass.”

All Steve replied with was a deep chuckle, leading you back to the car and helping you into your seat. You blushed as he buckled your seatbelt for you, feeling like a child.

“I can do it myself,” you tried to protest, but he batted your hands away when you reached for him.

“I know you can. But I want to help you.”

You huffed but made no attempt to further protest, settling in against the cushy seat as he started to drive you to the hotel. Your eyelids were slowly starting to feel heavier, and you jolted when you suddenly felt a hand descend on your shoulder.

“Hey, doll,” Steve was saying, “We’re here. Wake up.”

You blinked sluggishly; you hadn’t meant to drift off. Letting out a soft grunt, you opened your door and stood up on stiff legs. Your teacher smiled over at you as he unloaded your suitcases, handling all of the bags as he led you out of the parking garage and into one of the fanciest hotel lobbies you’d ever seen.

Your shoes clicked against the marble flooring as you walked with Steve to the receptionist’s desk. The man behind the counter gave your professor a wide smile, not even sparing you a glance as he greeted the soldier.

“Welcome, Mr. Rogers,” he grinned. “We are honored to have you staying with us, sir.”

“Thank you,” he replied. “We have a reservation under-“

“Rogers, yes. We have your room all set up.” The man handed Steve a keycard, and you wondered if he would start vibrating with how excited he was at having such a famous guest. “Please, do let us know if there’s anything we can do to make your stay more pleasant.”

“I sure will; have a good evening.”

With that, Steve gestured for you to walk into the nearby elevator before him, pressing the button for the 11th floor.

“I was wondering if that guy was gonna kiss you,” you joked, and he threw his head back as he laughed.

“I…am very glad he didn’t,” he sighed. “Wouldn’t wanna make you jealous.”

Your eyes widened, but before you could say anything, the elevator dinged open and Steve was making a beeline down the hallway. You rushed to follow him to a door marked “1110”, and the first thought you had after he unlocked the door and led you inside was…there’s only one bed. The room was gorgeous, of course. Soft carpet flooring, white linens, dark wood furniture, and you passed a spacious, luxurious bathroom as you stepped further into the room.

“Um… Steve?”

He turned to you as he set your bags on the dresser, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah?”

“There, um… There’s only one bed.”

“Oh,” he said, looking around at the bed as if only just then noticing it, “Yeah. All of the rooms with two were taken.”

“…Um… Alright, then,” you said, starting to sober up from the wine.

Walking over to the bed, you pulled off one of the pillows and dropped it to the floor, gripping the comforter and moving to pull it off of the mattress.

“What are you doing?”

You met Steve’s eyes, halting in your movements.

“I’m making myself a bed on the floor.”

“The floor?”

You nodded, wondering why it was so surprising.

“Yeah, I don’t mind sleeping on the floor,” you said. “You paid for the room, so you deserve the bed.”

“…Why don’t we just share it?”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his question, feeling like a deer in headlights as he stared at you.

“U-um, well… It’s just that you, um… you’re my teacher,” you explained, feeling dumb as you said so. “Wouldn’t that be…inappropriate?”

“Oh, c’mon, doll,” Steve sighed, setting his hands on his hips. “We’re both adults. You don’t need to be so immature about this.”

Your eyes were round, and your mouth hung open, not knowing what to say to that. Your chest tightened at the feeling of disappointment, for some reason feeling sick at the thought of Steve thinking of you as ‘immature’.

“I… I’m sorry,” you stuttered, voice small. “I’m just…going to put my pajamas on.”

You opened your suitcase hurriedly and snatched the first tank top and pajama pants you saw before rushing into the bathroom, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You took your time dressing, not wanting to venture back out into the bedroom to face him again; why did he bother you so much? Why did you care about what he thought?

Letting out a deep sigh, you looked at yourself in the mirror, heart sinking when you saw your shirt. Or, rather, what was showing straight through your shirt. Your nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of your white tank top, and for a second you pondered putting on your bra again. But it was stark black, sure to show through even more blatantly than your nipples.

Staring up at the ceiling, you briefly wondered if there was some higher power out there who just liked watching you squirm, scattering awkward, embarrassing moments throughout your life like a child throwing confetti.

Whatever, you decided, gathering up your dirty clothes and holding them against your chest. Steve thought you were immature, anyways. He probably wouldn’t spare your nipples a second glance, right?

…Right?

Summoning your courage, you opened the door and walked out, not once glancing over at your teacher as you headed to your suitcase. Not even when you heard him sigh and sit up straighter on the bed.

“Doll, I didn’t mean to be mean earlier,” he was saying as you shoved the bundle in your hands into the bag. “You’re very mature for your age, and I-“

You turned around, mouth open to speak, but you stopped when Steve’s words were cut off by a deep inhale. You glanced up shyly, just in time to see his eyes fly up from your chest to your face, his eyes a bit wide as he tried to keep his gaze fixed on yours.

For the first time since walking back into the bedroom, you realized that he was only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, his muscles on full display as he lounged against the headboard. You hoped he didn’t see how your thighs clenched together at the sight, but his eyes caught every movement you made as you stood before him.

“I…” he cleared his throat, “I’m sorry for calling you immature earlier.”

You nodded, tearing your eyes away from his pectorals as you padded over to your side of the bed. Not daring to make any eye contact, you lifted the sheets, snuggling down into them and turning onto your side. You were faced away from him as you spoke next.

“It’s ok,” you said. “I think I’m going to go to bed now.”

“Alright, doll,” Steve murmured. “Goodnight.”

A few moments later, you felt his weight leave the bed as he got up to turn off all the lights. Once the room was completely dark, you felt the bed dip again, and you curled up into a ball to try and take up as little space as possible.

For a long while, you could only hear your own breathing, and one by one your muscles were beginning to relax. Just as you were on the edge of sleep, though, you heard sheets sliding against skin, and then a pair of impossibly strong arms were wrapping themselves around you.

Your breath caught in your throat, and for a second you froze. Your heart was pounding, and you felt Steve’s hot breath against the back of your neck. Wondering if he was just latching onto you in his sleep, you tried scooting away, wriggling in his iron-like grip. But despite your best efforts, he wouldn’t budge.

“Steve,” you whispered, “can you-“

“Stop,” he murmured, his nose nuzzling into the side of your neck. “Just be still.”

Your eyes widened, and you felt a rising tide of panic swell in your chest. Once more, you tried to distance yourself from him, reaching back behind you to try and push against his chest, but he only tightened his grip on you, squeezing you until it was beginning to grow harder to breathe.

“Stay. Still,” he growled, giving you one hard shake.

You whimpered at his tone, too shocked to say anything else. Limply, you let your hands fall back to your side, feeling the fight leave your body like water going down a drain.

“Good girl.”

Letting out shaky breaths, you forced your eyes to close and willed your breathing to slow down. Despite your discomfort, your exhaustion was getting the best of you, and your eyelids were once more growing heavy. Sleep was beginning to overtake you, and in the last moments before it completely won you over, you realized how warm Steve was, how nice it felt to be in someone’s arms. In any other situation, you could see yourself enjoying this.

But tonight was different. Tonight, you were trapped, and as nice as your body felt, your mind was at war with itself as you finally succumbed to sleep.

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You woke up impossibly warm. There was a comforting weight on top of you, and the pillow beneath your head was so soft, providing just the right amount of support. It was so unlike your own bed back home, filled with lumps and-

Your breath caught in your throat as the events of the night before came flooding back to you. Your eyes flew open, falling to the blonde head currently resting against your chest – Steve. He seemed to be asleep, his arm wrapped around your stomach and his lips slightly parted. From this angle you could see how long his eyelashes were, and for a brief moment you felt a flutter of jealousy.

But that feeling soon left when he took in a deep breath through his nose, his spine stretching and his arm flexing against you. You felt his thumb lazily trace circles against your side as he let out a yawn.

“Good morning,” he sighed, eyes still closed.

You gulped, feeling that familiar spike of fear inside you.

“Good m-morning,” you whispered back. You made to swing your legs over the side of the bed, but his arm only tightened in its grip.

Finally, he opened his eyes and looked up at you.

“Where are you going,” he asked, voice suddenly devoid of all sleepiness.

“Just to the bathroom,” you murmured, and thankfully, he let you go, rolling onto his back to allow you to stand up.

You felt his eyes on you the entire time it took for you to cross the room, and you let out a sigh of relief once there was a door separating you. A door which, you knew, he could easily put his fist through if he wanted; you’d always been aware of his strength, but it hadn’t seemed real to you until you’d felt his arms caging you in against him.

As you went about your business, you belatedly came to the realization that there was no explaining his actions anymore. You could no longer shake away the feelings of unease Steve arose within you; you could no longer call yourself ridiculous for not feeling safe with Captain America, of all people. As you washed your face and considered your countenance in the mirror, you felt your world came to a screeching halt as you accepted the fact that had been right in front of you the entire time.

Steve wanted you.

After gathering up your courage, you stepped out of the bathroom to find Steve already up and dressed in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. He gave you a soft smile when your eyes met, but now you could see the steel behind it.

“I figured we could just eat breakfast here,” he told you, using such a nonchalant tone that for a second you forgot entirely about last night. “They have a buffet downstairs. After that we can head to my old stompin’ grounds and take some pictures.”

“Th-that sounds good,” you assured him, cautiously walking over to your suitcase. “Is it ok if I take a shower first?”

“Of course it is. You want me to get out of your hair, leave you with the room to yourself? You can just come downstairs and meet me in the dining hall when you’re all set.”

“Oh.” You blinked in surprise. “Um, yeah, that would be great.”

Steve gave you another warm little smile, setting his hand on your shoulder as he walked past you.

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

You watched him leave, waiting to hear the door click completely shut before grabbing everything you needed from your suitcase and heading back into the bathroom. You took your time in the shower, wondering what exactly you should do about all of this. You couldn’t spend an entire week with Steve, not if he continued acting so…weird around you.

As you applied your makeup and dried your hair, you reasoned that, yes, Steve definitely had…some kind of feelings for you. Maybe it was a crush; maybe it was something more. Or maybe he just wanted to get in your pants. Either way, you had to tell him that his feelings weren’t returned, that you wanted to end the trip early. He could find another intern to finish out the week.

For now, you decided, you would do what he wanted for today; you would go with him to his old house and take notes; you would go to Coney Island with him. But as soon as he mentioned going back to the hotel, you would lay it all out for him and get an Uber back to your apartment.

Feeling determined, you grabbed your purse and headed down to the ground floor, almost getting lost in the vast hotel several times before you were able to locate the dining hall. Upon entering the large room, you saw Steve sitting at a table, tapping away at his phone with an already-empty plate. When he looked up at saw you, though, he hurriedly shoved the phone into his pocket and gave you a smile.

“You look great,” he said as you passed him on the way to the buffet.

All you could manage was a weak smile for him as you went about assembling a plate for yourself, even though you really didn’t have an appetite. You settled on some fruit salad and a muffin, grabbing a cup of orange juice as you went back to the table.

“That’s all you’re gonna eat?” Steve asked, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. You put on a false smile and nodded as you picked at your food.

“I’m not really hungry this morning.”

He didn’t offer any protest as you ate, and as soon as you were done he ushered you out into the parking garage. The car ride to his old home was mostly silent, leaving you to watch the streets of Brooklyn go by.

“This town has really changed,” Steve eventually sighed. “It’s always weird coming back here.”

You were quiet for a few moments, thinking about what to say. He’d sounded strangely…sad.

“You don’t think it’s changed for the best?” you finally spoke.

“Well… I dunno. Yes and no, I think. Because modern technology is great; there’s no disputing the accomplishments we’ve made with it. But this city used to be…smaller. And not just in size; it used to be that each street had its own flavor, its own feel to it. Now, everything is so commercialized that it doesn’t even seem real anymore.”

“…I’m sorry, Steve,” you muttered, feeling genuine sympathy for him despite how he’d made you feel. “I can’t imagine what you’ve gone through.”

Steve nodded, parallel parking the car onto the side of the road.

“I wouldn’t want you to, doll. The things I’ve seen sure can change a person.”

With that, he hopped out of the car, jogging around to open your door for you. As you stepped out onto the sidewalk, you saw a three-story brick building right in front of you. The first floor was dedicated to a Chinese restaurant and, beside it, a used bookstore, but it appeared that the top two floors were used for housing.

“That window,” Steve said, leaning closer to point it out to you, “used to be in my bedroom. And the downstairs was a clothing store back then. My mom was a tailor there when I was little, before she became a nurse.”

He led you around the building into an alleyway, a melancholy smile on his face. The alley was not unlike any other you’d seen; trash was strewn about and trashcans were lined up against the far wall. You heard music drifting out of an open window somewhere above you, though, and some of the windows had flower boxes with overflowing ivy inside of them. Steve paused at the foot of an old stairway made of iron, resting one of his feet on the bottom step and rubbing his hand up and down its rail.

“I used to climb these stairs every day,” he said wistfully. “And me and Bucky would play in the alleyway; I could always beat him at jacks.”

You gave him a small smile, walking closer to him.

“Can I borrow your phone?” you asked. “For the pictures.”

“Oh, right.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a StarkPhone, handing it to you. He made to walk away from the steps, but you held one of your hands out.

“No, stay there,” you instructed. “Look up at your old apartment, and uh…act natural.”

He chuckled, moving back to his position next to the stairwell.

“Whatever you say, Miss Photographer.”

You snapped a few photos from different angles, liking especially one where he had his back to the camera, his profile visible as he looked up at his old front door. You quickly set a black-and-white filter over it before handing him back the device.

“I think those all look good,” you said. “Tell me what you think.”

Steve flipped through the photos, lingering on the one you’d made black and white.

“These are great,” he praised you. “But they’d look much better with you in them with me.”

He gave you a wink as he tucked the phone back into his pocket, gesturing for you to follow him back to the car before you had the chance to say anything more.

“C’mon, it’s been decades since I’ve gone to Coney Island. I wanna see how different it is these days.”

The rest of the day was strangely…pleasant, in spite of being with a man you knew to have some kind of strange fascination with you. Going to Coney Island with Steve kind of made you feel like a kid again. He wouldn’t go on any of the rides, but he did play some of the carnival games with you. It was his idea.

“C’mon, we can’t come here and not have at least a little bit of fun,” he’d cajoled. You’d given in, following him to the ring toss stall.

After that, you began to loosen up a little bit. The games were fun, despite how rigged they clearly were. Steve, though, was unsurprisingly amazing at them; he’d even broken the Strong Man game. When he’d brought the hammer down onto the button, not only did the bell ring, but it cracked in half. He’d grinned and picked a huge teddy bear off of the rack, handing it to you proudly, and you hadn’t been able to do anything but laugh and accept it with a smile.

After stopping to get a hot dog (or three hot dogs for Steve), you’d piled back into his car, barely able to fit the bear into the backseat. On the ride to Central Park, you skimmed through Steve’s phone, picking out your favorite of the photos you’d taken at the amusement park. You laughed and showed him the one you’d taken just after he broke the game; in the picture his eyes were wide as he looked back at you sheepishly.

When you got to the park and managed to find a parking space close by, you sensed a distinct shift in Steve’s mood. As you got out and let him guide you to the spot in the park he used to visit as a child, you felt his eyes on you constantly, and your small talk puttered out into dead silence. You felt the back of your neck prickle with discomfort as you noticed the path you were walking on becoming less and less crowded, leaving you alone with the super soldier.

You had the feeling that something bad was about to happen.

Eventually, the two of you came to a shady part of the path where the tree branches hung low, shielding the asphalt underfoot from sunlight. There was a small, old-looking bridge in front of you, and Steve paused when the two of you were standing overtop of it.

“Why are we stopping?” you asked, turning to him. “Is this the place?”

Steve didn’t answer, looking down at his hands where they rested against the bridge. You felt that familiar sense of anxiety rising up inside of you, and you fidgeted as you watched him carefully.

“You know, I’ve thought about this moment for a while, now,” he finally said, “But hell, I’m still nervous.” He gave you a sheepish smile, but it did nothing to make you feel better. “I guess you just have that effect on me.”

You gulped, clenching your fists at your sides.

“Steve, what…what are you talking about?”

“I think you know, doll.” He stepped closer to you, his chest almost touching yours. “I think you’ve known for a while.

“You must know that I’m crazy about you by now.”

You looked down, not able to meet his eyes, but his hand went under your chin and guided your face back up towards him.

“Hey, look at me, baby. I-“

“No, please don’t,” you whispered, shaking your head. “Steve, we can’t-“

“I love you.”

Your heart sank upon hearing those words, and despite how he’d treated you up to this point, it broke your heart to see how hopeful his expression was.

“Steve, I…” You paused, and he eagerly nodded, hoping to hear something you knew you couldn’t say. “We can’t do this. You’re my teacher, and I’m your student. We could both get in huge trouble.”

You watched the hopeful glimmer in his eyes fade away, replaced with disappointment as his face fell.

“But…what if you weren’t my student?” he suddenly asked.

You scrunched up your eyebrows questioningly.

“What do you mean?”

“(Y/N), you don’t have to go to school anymore,” he told you in a pleading voice. “I…I could take care of you. You could do your writing from home, and I could provide for us and our family. I know that you have your own plans, but now you don’t have to-“

“Our family? Steve, I’m so… I’m confused. You expect me to just quit everything and, what? Be your housewife?”

Steve frowned at your tone, setting a hand on your shoulder. You tried to move it away from him, but his grip was like iron.

“Doll, I know that this is sudden, but I also know that I can make you happy. And you can’t deny that you have the same feelings that I do. I can hear your heart pounding as we speak-“

“That’s because I’m afraid, Steve! I hardly even know you, and the only feelings you’ve given me so far have been fear and discomfort. You can’t just fucking decide that-“

His grip on you tightened, causing you to let out a yelp of pain.

“Watch your language, baby,” he warned you, voice hard as steel. “I won’t have you speaking to me that way. Not after everything I’ve done for you.”

“What you’ve done for me?! You haven’t-“

“I changed my whole life for you,” he spat, his face getting closer and closer to yours. “I moved across town into a shitty matchbox apartment just to be closer to you. I got you into my class so we could properly meet one another. I’ve given you my heart, (Y/N), and I’m ready to give you the life you’ve always wanted!” Your head spun with his revelation of just how crazy he was. You wanted to scream in his face; you wanted to tell him just how insane he was. But you knew that wasn’t the smart thing to do in this situation, and if you wanted to make it out of this, you would have to be smart. He was stronger than you, and you were alone with no one else in sight; you couldn’t fight your way out of this.

“S-Steve,” you whispered, forcing yourself to look into his eyes. “Steve, please. I’m sorry for being so…rude. Just… Can we talk about this? Maybe at the hotel? All of this is so sudden, just like you said. I need to think it through.” You silently willed him to believe what you were saying; if you could just make it back to the street you could try and find help.

He seemed to turn over your words, hesitating before finally loosening his grip on you.

“…Okay, doll,” he nodded, taking a step back. “We can talk about this. But you’d better watch the tone you take with me. Now let’s-“

He was cut off by the sound of a ringtone emanating from his back pocket – more specifically, your ringtone. You both froze for a long moment before Steve slowly reached for it, and your blood ran cold when you saw its familiar phone case. It wasn’t the StarkPhone you’d been borrowing from your teacher all day; no, that was your phone. The one that you hadn’t been able to find yesterday.

And Steve had it.

“…I’m sorry about that,” he sighed, crushing the device in his palm as if it were made of paper mache. “I know that this looks bad… I was gonna give it back to you after our week together.”

All of your reason went out the window, and on shaky legs you turned and did the only thing your brain could think about in that moment.

You ran.

You could hear Steve’s footfalls behind you, moving impossibly fast, and you let out a scream, making your voice as loud as possible and willing your legs to move faster. Within seconds though, his vice-like arms were around you, one of his massive palms pressing against your mouth and muffling your cries.

“Cut it out right now,” he demanded. “You know you can’t win this fight.”

You didn’t faulter in your frenzied movements, though, still kicking your legs blindly. It was only until you felt his hand move from your mouth to your throat that you went still, your vision slowly going black at the corners as it became harder to breathe.

You were still trying to scream, though, begging anyone who could possibly hear you for help even as your voice became thin and strained. All too soon, though, you felt something hard hit you in the back of the head, and you felt yourself sinking into unconsciousness.

“Shh, it’s ok,” you thought you heard Steve say. “I’m here, baby. I’m here.”

And then everything went black.

________

The first thing you became aware of as you woke up was how sore you felt. Your head was pounding, your mouth was dry, and your arms were cramping. With a low moan, you tried to move them, but something around your wrists was stopping you.

“Shhh, doll, you’re ok. I’m so glad you’re waking up.”

Slowly, your eyes opened and you found yourself face to face with Steve. Sucking in a deep breath, you turned and saw your wrists tied to a bedframe with a thin but strong length of rope. Judging by the rope burn on your skin and the soreness in your muscles, you’d been tied up in that position for a while.

“I was so afraid I’d hit you too hard,” Steve was going on, perched right next to your hip on the mattress. “I’m sorry that I had to do that, but to be fair, you weren’t leaving me much of a choice.”

Your eyes widened as you took in the room you were trapped in. The walls and floor were made out of concrete, and there were no windows in sight. There were, however, bookshelves lining an entire wall to your left, and there was a brown leather couch and two matching armchairs placed in front of them. A staircase sat in the corner to your right, and there were two visible doors in the room – one right in front of you and one to the right.

“Doll? You okay there? Your heart is beating faster than a steam engine.”

You turned back to face Steve so quickly that your head spun with the movement.

“S-Steve?” Your voice was brittle, and you just then realized how much your throat hurt.

“Oh, here, hon. Sip some water; it should help your throat feel better.” Steve stood up and retrieved a glass of water from the nightstand before once more taking his place beside you and holding it to your lips. You tried to lift your head up off the pillow as much as possible, but some of it still dribbled down your chin.

After you’d drank your fill, Steve put the glass back on the table and leaned over you, letting one of his hands rest on your hip while the other one wiped away the water you’d spilled.

“There you go. That feel any better?”

You warily nodded, completely unsettled by the pleasant little smile he was wearing on his face.

“Steve,” you tried once again. “Where am I?”

“Don’t worry about that,” he said, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb while his other hand drew lazy circles against your hip. “You’re safe.”

You struggled once more against your ties, but all you accomplished was aggravating your already raw skin. Steve sighed and pulled away, standing up and putting his hands on his hips.

“Doll, I’ve already warned you about your attitude,” he chided. “If you calm down, I’ll untie you, but first you’ve gotta settle down and behave. Understood?”

You felt tears spring to your eyes as you realized just how helpless you were in this situation, but you blinked them away as you nodded. You stopped struggling and lay still.

“I-I understand.”

“Good girl. Now, I’ll untie you, but if you try to run or do anything stupid, I won’t hesitate to tie you up again and leave you like that for the next week. Got it?” When you nodded your head, Steve tsked, shaking his head. “You need to do better than that. Say, ‘I promise not to run, Steve.’”

“I-I promise not to run, Steve,” you recited, feeling a tear slide down your cheek.

His face softened at that, and he leaned over you to wipe it away.

“Don’t cry, baby. You’re safe here, remember? The last thing I wanna do is hurt you.”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pocketknife, and you winced as he gripped the rope. With quick, deft movements, he severed both chords, and as soon as you were free you scrambled as far away from him on the bed as possible, rubbing the sore skin of your wrists while drawing your knees up to your chin. Steve sighed at your response, but all he did was sit down on the bed again.

“Now, you said you wanted to talk earlier, right? So let’s talk. But this time, watch your tone; you’re already due for a punishment for how you spoke to me earlier.”

You felt yourself blanch at his tone, hugging your knees tighter as you watched him; you didn’t want to talk. You didn’t even know what to say, other than to voice the one question echoing in your mind.

“…Why?” you finally asked. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I love you, doll,” was his immediate response. “I know that you’re confused. I know that you’re scared, and I can understand that. Love is…scary; it’s terrifying. But I know that if you just give me a chance, you’ll see how happy we can be together.”

You shook your head, trying to trample down the anger you felt welling up inside you; yelling at him would get you nowhere.

“Steve…this isn’t the way to go about this,” you carefully said. “I don’t want a relationship right now. And it’s not about you; I don’t want a relationship with anybody until I’m done with college. Please, just…let me go, and I promise I won’t tell anyone, ok? We can even go on a proper date after I graduate if you still want to. Just please, please, let me go. You don’t want to do this.”

Steve’s lips stretched into a humorless smile, and he let out a cold chuckle.

“I don’t want this, huh? What do you know about what I want? As a matter of fact, what has anyone ever known about what I want? Or what’s more, when have they cared?

“I never wanted to be this,” he growled, gesturing down at his body. “I didn’t want to be some super soldier; I just wanted to serve my country. I never wanted to wake up in a century I didn’t belong in. I didn’t want to fight against an alien army; I didn’t want to watch half of my friends turn to dust; I didn’t want to see the first woman I ever loved slowly die of an old age I never got to reach.

“But I did it. I did all of that, and now? I’m tired of doing shit I don’t wanna do just because it’s what’s right. Just this once, I want something for myself. Someone for myself. I want to be happy. And baby, right now, you’re what I need to be happy.

“I’ve given everything away, and now I’m going to collect on what I’ve rightfully fucking earned.”

The entire time he was talking, his gaze had gone darker and darker as his voice rose, and now he stood up, marching to the side of the bed you were resting on and pulling you up with both hands wrapped around your biceps. You felt yourself being lifted completely into the air, but before you could push him away, he was kissing you.

His lips were unforgiving as they moved against yours, his tongue shoving itself inside of your mouth ungracefully. You whimpered, pressing your hands against his chest and wriggling your body in his grip. He made no signs of budging, though, only tightening his grip on you.

Desperate to separate yourself from him, you bit down on his tongue, feeling yourself being suddenly dropped to the hard floor as Steve let out a howl. You thought you saw blood trickle down from his lips as you staggered to your feet, but you tore your eyes away from him and quickly started rushing to the stairs. Taking two steps at a time, you climbed them until you reached the steel door at their top.

With shaky hands, you turned its handle, but it didn’t move so much as an inch. Feeling your heart plummet to your toes, you uselessly flung yourself against it, vaguely aware of your own screaming.

Letting out a sob, you pressed your back against the cold steel, looking down to see Steve wiping a small trail of blood off of his chin. He hadn’t moved from his spot, and in spite of his obvious pain, there was a smirk on his lips. There was no mistaking the anger in his eyes, though.

“Get your ass,” he growled, drawing himself to his full height, “down those fucking stairs.”

Your entire body was trembling as you realized how helpless you were.

“NOW,” Steve suddenly shouted, and you jolted at the sound.

Moving as if in a daze, you descended the stairs, a cold numbness spreading throughout your body as you realized you were well and truly trapped. When you stood in front of Steve once again, you felt his hand grip your chin harshly, yanking your face closer to his.

“That,” he growled, “was a stupid thing to do.”

He suddenly spun you around and pushed you, and you let out a shriek as you landed on the mattress. He didn’t give your body a chance to stop bouncing before he was on you, tearing at your shirt until you felt the material rip.

“I tried to do this the right way,” he was muttering, almost to himself. “I waited for months. I watched you; I was nice to you. I had an entire evening planned for you after the park if you’d have just said yes.”

You cried out as he yanked your pants down your legs, and you blindly kicked at him as you sobbed. With harsh, jerky movements, he pushed them apart and settled his hips over yours, settling his weight over you until you were pinned.

“I was gonna be gentle with you,” he continued on, running his hands over your body, squeezing your breasts so hard through your bra that you yelped. “I was going to make your first time so special, baby. But then you had to go and fuck it all up.”

Your body froze for a second, a wave of terror crashing over you at his implications. Steve used your pause as an opportunity to push his jeans down, taking his underwear with them. You tried your best not to look down at his body as he took his shirt off, but you’d still caught a glance at what lay in store for you.

His cock was enormous, bigger than any you’d seen in any porn, and you squeezed your legs together at the thought of it inside your body. It wouldn’t fit; there was no way.

“Please, Steve,” you were babbling, once more trying to push him away. “Please, it’s gonna hurt so bad; please, I don’t want this to be my first time. Steve, I-“

His hand descended down over your mouth, gritting his teeth as his other hand tore off your bra.

“I hope it does hurt, doll,” he growled. “I hope you can’t walk straight for a week. I hope that every time you even think of running away from me again, every time you so much as move your legs, you feel me fucking into your tight, virgin pussy and remember who you belong to.”

Suddenly you were being flipped over onto your stomach, and you gripped the sheets as you felt your panties being torn off. This was it, you thought, and you braced yourself as best you could.

But when your legs weren’t pulled apart, when you didn’t feel his hands against you for a second, your eyes opened once more. You turned your head to look over your shoulder, only to see Steve’s hand as it slapped your ass so hard you swore you saw stars.

You buried your face in the blankets beneath you as he spanked you over and over again, sobbing as the pain radiated throughout your entire body. Every time you tried to crawl away from him, his hands would wrap around your hips and pull you right back to where he wanted your body.

“Nuh-uh, baby,” he growled. “You need to take your God. Damn. Punishment.”

Each word was punctuated with a spank, and you did nothing to stop your screams as you lost count somewhere around 15. You’d had no idea how strong he was before this; you’d thought you’d sensed it when he held you in his arms last night; you’d thought you’d seen it in his bulging muscles. But it was only now, as he was using his strength to hurt you, that you fully understood it.

By the time he stopped, you were laying limp on your stomach, crying into the sheets and trying to think of something, anything other than the pain. But when you felt yourself being maneuvered up onto your knees, you felt your panic only increase.

He gave you no warning before he shoved his cock inside of you, but even if he had said anything, you doubt you would have heard it over your own scream. Your walls were roughly stretched as he entered you, inch by aching inch. Your chest shook with your sobs as they mingled with his moan of pleasure. A part of you wondered how he could be feeling so good while you were in such pain, but all thought left you when he started moving his hips.

You’d always known that your first time would be at least a little painful, but nothing could have prepared you for this. The pain seemed to radiate throughout your entire body, and you couldn’t even find it in yourself to struggle as his thrusts grew more regular in their rhythm.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, his hands squeezing your hips. “I knew you would feel good, knew this pussy would be so good to me-“

He cut himself off with another moan, shifting his hips so he could fuck deeper into you. You had your eyes squeezed shut the entire time, your nails biting into the skin of your palms as you willed the pain to go away. You tried to relax against him; you even tried to enjoy it, just to ease the pain. You were desperate for it to go away, and your cries only increased when Steve started to move faster.

Whether it was out of pity or just his own sick amusement, he slowed in his rhythm just a bit, snapping his hips almost lazily as one of his hands trailed down your back.

“Oh, I’m sorry baby,” he breathed, dragging his cock up and down your walls, hitting a spot inside of you that made your eyes fly wide open. “I forgot that you like it nice and slow at first, right?”

You whined at his words; the pain was still present, but with him hitting against that spot that made colors dance behind your vision, pleasure was starting to build alongside it. You were somewhat aware that you were babbling, but you couldn’t even make out your own words as he hit that spot repeatedly.

“I used to watch you, you know,” he grunted, reaching around your body to run his finger over your clit. You jolted at the sensation, inadvertently clenching around him. “I would watch you use that little pink toy you kept in your bedside table. I – fuck - memorized how you made yourself cum, knowing I could make you feel so much better than that tiny piece of plastic ever could.”

As he started thrusting faster once more, his fingers sped up with him, rubbing up and down against your clit until your sobs slowly started transforming into moans.

“See, doll? I fucking knew you would love this,” he said. “Knew you would see how you were made to be mine. I’ll fucking make you see.”

Your eyes rolled as you felt yourself moving closer and closer to the edge, and from the shouts and half-grunted words of praise spilling from Steve’s lips, he was getting close, too. His hips were moving at a brutal pace, but you were starting to crave it even through the dull haze of pain. He was filling you up so well, hitting every corner and ridge inside of your pussy so perfectly, so completely; you did nothing to stop your moans from falling out of your lips, all of your fear and agony fading away until there was nothing but Steve and the pleasure he was bringing you.

“Steve-!” you cried out, your hips moving against his of their own accord. “P-please-“ You weren’t sure if you were begging for him to stop or begging him not to, but as you reached the edge of your climax, you found that you didn’t care.

“I know, baby,” he growled, “I know. I-I… Fuck!”

Suddenly, his fingers were gone from your clit, and you let out a whine as your orgasm eluded you, slipping away right through your fingers. You felt something warm flood your pussy, though, and you looked over your shoulder to see Steve’s mouth open in a silent scream, pure bliss written across his features as he came inside of your abused pussy.

Your eyes were wide open, silently pleading with him as you squirmed beneath his body, but when he opened his eyes and saw your sad, needy face, all he did was grin.

“I knew you would be perfect, baby,” he panted, slowly pulling his cock out of you with a wince. You ignored the sensation of his cum leaking out of your body, trying to catch your breath between the sobs that were starting to return.

“W-why…” you started to ask, but he just leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Be a good girl for me next time, and I’ll let you cum.”

You melted against the mattress and watched him dress with unseeing eyes, the pleasant feelings in your cunt starting to fade while slowly being replaced by a dull, throbbing ache that brought fresh tears to your eyes.

“Now, I’m going to go out and get a few things from the store,” Steve spoke, his voice steady and neutral despite what he’d just done to you. “I’ll be back in a few hours. I want you to think about what you’ve done and have a nice apology waiting for me when I come home, okay?”

When you didn’t respond, he turned to you and raised one threatening eyebrow, not looking away until you’d given him a shaky nod.

“Good girl. I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

After pulling his shoes on, he started climbing the stairs, pausing at the top to look back down at you with a deceptively warm, soft smile.

“I love you, doll.”

And with that, he left, leaving you with his cum cooling on your thighs.

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