#ITS SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE THANK YOU SO MUCH MR JOHNSON.

[doctorwhoisadhd]

also huge fan of the fact that benoit blanc uses an old timey bathing suit. like first of all yeah that fucking rules and is very gender of him. but ALSO like.

its daniel craig. he was JAMES BOND obviously hes been shirtless in a movie before. he literally wanted to be shirtless in this but rian johnson was like, no i dont think so. and frankly THANK FUCK.

#glass onion #knives out #glass onion spoilers #ITS SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE THANK YOU SO MUCH MR JOHNSON.

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

JACOB THE BRAVE

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

JACOB THE BRAVE

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC) x Jacob Barber.

Summary: It’s Halloween and Jake is on a mission to save his dad and Annie from the monster in their room.

Warnings: none really. A bit of language and that’s it.

A/N:  This is set on Halloween the same year after the original story ended. Jake is four in this.

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Word count: 1231

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“Jake, time for bed.” Andy said.

“But, daddy…” Jake was sucking on a lollipop his vampire make up was already fading.

“No, no buts, it is 10 already you should’ve been sleeping by now.”

“Andy, it’s Halloween, let him stay awake a bit more.” Andy shot a dead glare at Annie, “or not. Come on, baby. I’ll help you wash your face.”

They had had a small Halloween party at their house. Everyone worn a costume, Jake wanted to be a “scary” vampire, trust me he looked so adorable he wasn’t scary at all. Annie went for a cheerleader outfit, I know, very last minute costume, but she didn’t have time to put more effort in it, and Andy was dressed as Tom Brady. A very pleasant surprise for Annie since Andy was showing off his biceps.

Annie and Jake went to the bathroom to remove the make up off his face before going to bed. Jake brushed his teeth, put on his pajamas, and laid down.

“Good night, baby.” She kissed her forehead, “I’ll put your candy in the pantry, ok?” The little boy nodded, “One more kiss.” She kissed him more one time, turned the lights off and left. Jake turned on his side holding his teddy bear and soon enough he drifted off.

Annie went to their bedroom, she was just walking in when Andy took her and put her against the wall kissing her hard.

“Please, tell me Jake is sleeping?”

“He is.” Andy kissed her again, “Is this why you send him to sleep?”

“You’ve been wearing that cheerleader uniform all afternoon!” He took her in his arms and basically threw her on the bed.

“Me?! You’ve been showing off those biceps all day!”

“Don’t act so innocent! I saw how you were bending over the counter when I was looking.”

“Are you gonna punish me for it, Mr. Barber?” She batted her eyelashes to him.

“How about if you cheer while I fuck you dumb?” he took off his t-shirt.

“So, cheerleaders?” Annie said giggling.

“Oh, shut up!”

Jake had no idea how much he had slept when he woke up, he turned to the other side and closed his eyes when he heard something. His eyes opened, paying close attention if he heard the noise again; and he did. He heard a loud grunt, followed by a whimper and something similar to a cry. Jake sat on his bed holding his teddy, he heard the noises again. He took a deep breath left his bear on the bed and walked to the hall and towards the noises. It was coming from his dad’s room; Jake ran back to his room.

“Mr. Bear, dad and Annie is in danger! We musf saif’em!”  

He got into his closet, grabbed his baseball bat and put on his football helmet. He was about to leave his room when he came back.

“You come wif me, Mr. Bear. May need your help!” He stuck his stuff animal in the collar of his pajamas’ shirt and off he went to save them. He walked slowly careful not to make any noise when he heard clear as day the voice of Annie.

“Oh my god! Andy!”

Jake’s eyes opened wide, the monster had them. No, he could now allow it to take them away. He took a deep breath and ran towards the door, the opened it and ran into the room.

“Gef away from them, moster!!!!!” He swing his bat to nothing. While Andy slipped out of Annie and she covered her body with the sheet.

“Jake!” Andy said, trying to put on his boxer briefs under the sheet. “What do you think you’re doing?!” He tossed a t-shirt to Annie, and immediately she put it on.

“Safing you from the moster.” He walked into the closet to find it empty.

“What monster?” Andy asked looking to Annie who just shrugged. “Jake did you had a nightmare?”

“No, daddy.” Jake was coming out of the bathroom. With the bat on his shoulder. “I hear the moster here!” Andy was so confused at what his son was saying.

“Oh god.” Annie said, “Andy, he heard us.” She whispered to his ear.

“Of course the monster!” Andy said.

“Is he gone?” Jake said.

“Yes! You probably scared him away with your bat. You save us!”

“I did?” he smiled proud to them.

“Of course baby!” Annie said, “Thank you so much. Come here.” Jake walked to her, “Alright, we don’t need this helmet and we certainly don’t need the bat anymore.” She put everything next to her night stand. She gave him a kiss, “Thank you, baby.” And then she hugged him while mouthing to Andy: “we are going to hell.”

“Ok, Jake, let’s take you to the room.”

“But if the moster come backs?”

“I don’t think he will,” Andy said as he took Jake in his arms, “You were pretty scary!” Jake smiled to his dad. “And, if we need your help, we can always call you. How ‘bout that?”

“Yes, ok. I haf question?”

“Go ahead.”

“Why you was on top of Annie?”

“Oh god!” Annie said hiding her face in her hands.

“I was… protecting her!” Jake opened his mouth in surprise, “What would we do without her?!”

“Oh daddy! You so brief!”

“I know, I know.” Annie just shook her head not believing Andy. “So, we’re fine. I’ll take you to your room.”

Andy left the room carrying Jake, not even 5 minutes later he walked in the room giggling.

“Andy it’s not funny! He saw us going at it!”

“Honey, he didn’t see anything and to be honest this was all your fault.”

“How was that my fault?!”

“You’re so damn loud sometimes.” He laughed again.

“I’m not loud!”

“You’re being loud now.” He said as he slipped on the bed.

“Argh! You’re so annoying sometimes!”

“Yeah, but you still love me.” Annie rolled her eyes, “And I love your moans.” He kissed her cheek, “Wanna go again?”

“No!”

“But I didn’t cum.”

“I didn’t either, but I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“I’m gonna get blue balls.”

A soft knock was heard in the bedroom. Andy walked towards the door and opened it. Jake holding his bear against his chest for dear life.

“Daddy, I think the moster is in my room. I hear tap on the windof.”

“Come baby, you can stay here while your dad goes and check on the monster.” Jake ran and hugged Annie.

“What? Why me?”

“Because you are the dad, and apparently you are so brave!”

“Not fair.” Andy pouted and left the room.

Jake was out and Annie was dozing off when Andy came back. He smiled at the picture in front of him. He took his side, kissed Jake and then Annie.

“Did you find the monster?” She whispered.

“Yeah, the branch of the tree is hitting the window, I’ll cut it tomorrow.” He yawned.

“You’re so brave daddy. I love you.” Annie said with a teasing tone.

“Daddy will need a compensation tomorrow, baby girl.”

“We’ll see. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, honey.”

They closed their eyes and fell asleep. Jake opened his eyes during the night, he looked at the couple peacefully sleeping.

“See Mr. Bear, plan work, I kepf daddy and Annie saif!” He closed his eyes again hugging his teddy and let himself fall into dreamland.

#andy barber #andybarber #andy barber fanfic #andy barber fanfiction #andy x reader #andy barber x reader #jacob barber #Defending Jacob #defendingjacob #the nanny #annie johnson #andy x annie #andy annie and jake #andy x you

[shuckle24]

I'm Late

TW: Gore, implied torture

Oh fuck we’re late. 

It’s alright, calm down, it's okay, we’re just going to walk through the routine procedure today. Nothing too fancy, I’ll wrap up in about twenty minutes. I mean, ideally you would have me for the entire hour but I have a… well, occasion to be present at. 

Anywho, open wide! Lemme help you a bit, yes, perfect, amazing, thank you, I’m just going to need you to maintain that angle for the whole bit, shouldn’t be too hard with the mouthpiece on.

What’s that?

No, I cannot give you too much legroom, now can I? Can’t have you all wriggling about while I do the ol’ poke and pry. We don’t want a mess like the previous time, do we? And, uh, yes the kids are fine. Catherine, well, Catherine is doing Catherine stuff; I guess she’ll come around eventually but I do wish it were sooner, ya’know?

Steady now, this is a delicate process and I understand you might be slightly intimidated, it’s perfectly natural, yet this cavity must be thoroug- there we go. Doesn’t that feel immediately better?

Splendid! Now onto the next. Oh, will you look at the time? I must hurry hurry hurry if I am to show up on time. You know how Catherine gets when these events are delayed on my account, with her it’s always first impressions this and time management that. I don’t get what all the hullabaloo is about, it’s not like the people have anywhere else to be!

Oh, look at me lollygagging again, it’s no wonder she doesn’t like to put up with me.

Hm, I guess we’re going to have to go without the sterilisation on these ones, the clock’s a tickin’! C’mon, c’mere, don’t make a scene, you’re getting saliva all over the mouthguard. Here, that is another one; and, let’s see, hmph, the third. Oh! What’s this, this little one dislodged with its neighbour, delightful!

Oh come, now, Mr. Johnson, don’t create a fuss. Gee Whiz! I sometimes wonder how you can manage to croak that intolerable croak with this substantially wide mouthguard. Can we go wider now? Would you prefer that? Phew! Maybe the folks on the market really did fool ol’ Doc. Denholm, the mouthguard’s no good! I’ve had it, I’m going to have Catherine sew me a proper gag in the morning. 

Golly! Clock’s a tickin’, clock’s a tickin’. Steady now, not too much pressure, not too less, loosen it up, pull it out, suction tube to clean the blood and wallah! Houston, we have the fifth tooth!

Let’s see here: one, two, three, four, um, five, hm, maybe that’s six, I really need to replace that lightbulb, I can’t tell blood from mere shadows. There! Seven! I can feel it with my tweezers. Five out today, seven left in total. Why! We might be out here by Christmas time, Mr. Johnson. 

Now, it’s already past nine, so I simply can not manage the time for stitches. Here, these super-absorbent cotton balls will have to do. On top of which, there! Perfect! This angle and the positive pressure should push the blood from your head. Can’t bleed if you have no blood! Haw, haw! Never gets old.

Alrighty Mr. Johnson, until later then! I hope to see you done by Tuesday, at most, and that is a promise. Pleasure doing business with ya, and now Catherine and the amputees await!

#fiction #short stories #flash fiction #original fiction #short story #writing #descriptive #dentist #gore #Trigger warning #TW gore #blood #torture

[from-a-reckless-writer]

because, i think it's stupid that lena wouldn't have a back-up plan after alex took the device from her...

“Hey, Alex,” Lena calls, jogging to where Alex was putting her jacket on. Everyone was already gearing up to go home and she’s been thinking about this for the past hour. 

So, Lena shoots her shot.

“Yeah?” Alex turns to her, motor helmet in hand and already clad in her leather jacket.

“I was wondering if I can bring home the tracker? I know it’s a long shot but I was thinking maybe if I get another look at it, I can reverse engineer some of its properties and try to come up with a another way to get Kara back, I know Nia’s already doing the time-travel the but it can’t hurt to-”

Alex mercifully puts a stop to her rambling and puts a hand on her arm to stop her nervous fidgeting.

“I left it on top of the workstation.” She smiles in reassurance. “Of course you can take another look at it. Anything to help Kara.”

Lena lets out a relieved sigh. After everything that’s happened today she’s still a bit wary of stepping on anybody’s toes. That showdown with Alex was really something not to mention that talk after.

“Okay, okay. Thank you.”

“Alright. Good night.”

She sprints to the lab--which looks like more of an awkward gallop in her high heels--and snatches the tube-like device from the table.

She doesn’t even realize she’s hitching an elevator ride with Nia and Brainy—too caught up with planning out what to do with the device—till Nia speaks up, “Hey, that wasn’t bad for a first day.”

Lena looks up from the device in her hands, meeting Nia’s eyes.

“What’d I tell you, Nia Nal? Lena has always been extraordinary,” Brainy states, pressing for the ground floor.

“T-thank you,” she says, voice shaky and shy, but who can blame her? She isn’t used to this kind of appreciation. She still can’t believe they’ve accepted her like this, even though she very nearly ruined the whole mission by choosing Kara above everything else. 

It was a good thing Alex was there to call the shots.

Nia gives her a small smile before slowly closing her eyes and resting her head against Brainy’s shoulder.

They say their goodbye’s at the door and then Lena’s speeding her way to her apartment.

***

The device worked with Kara’s DNA before it got recalibrated, if, and that’s a big if, Lena thinks.

If she can extract Kara’s DNA, replace the core of the device, and input it in, then she can recreate the same tech she did earlier.

She already knows she’s not going to get any sleep tonight.

She pulls up in front of her building and heads straight for her penthouse.

Kara hasn’t been here for a year, what with their falling out and everything that’s happened with Lex. They didn’t even have a chance for one last movie night before Kara disappeared.

Her eyes start to sting with unshed tears at the thought, but knowing the work she has to do tonight, she quickly pushes it down.

Despite Kara not having visited her home recently, Lena knows there are many traces of her in this place. Namely, the lavender hairbrush living in her second bathroom drawer, the one she didn’t have the heart to throw away even during their fight.

She quickly makes for her bathroom, throws open the drawers, grabs the brush and puts it in a clean zip-lock, one she pulled from the kitchen.

She didn’t even bother changing clothes.

She was too busy outlining tonight’s lab work in her head to bother with something as trivial as changing clothes.

There are more important things to do, like busting inside the LuthorCorp tower, and down to what used to be her private lab. Lex hasn’t changed security. This, she knows. Therefore, she also knows that Mr. Johnson still works the night shifts and if she plays her cards right, she can sway him to open the door for her and keep it discreet.

Of course, you must be wondering why doesn’t she just use her private lab at home, instead? The reason being, her private lab is strictly an engineering and physics lab. What she needs right now, is enzymatic reagents and buffers; a gel electrophoresis machine and a PCR machine.

All of which can be found in LuthorCorp’s cutting-edge Biochemistry laboratory.

***

Turns out, she was right.

Mr. Johnson still does the nightshift and he was only a tad bit surprised to see her there. Already used to Lena staying holed up all night long, in her lab in the past.

He tells her he’s on her side despite the bad news about the Luthor Children’s Hospital, tells her that most of them here dearly misses Miss Luthor and hopes that Lex as CEO is only a temporary thing. He also tells her thank you again for the thousandth time for Lena saving his daughter’s life. Lena smiles warmly and asks if he can keep this visit under wraps if he doesn’t mind, to which he immediately agrees. Lena fights the urge to let out another sigh of relief.

See, Lex? It pays to treat people kindly.

It’s 11 pm when Lena reaches the labs. It was already dark, save for the lights of the big freezers. She knows there’ll be footage of her little excursion here but that’s an easy enough problem to solve when you have a Twelfth-Level intellect as back-up.

When she said she isn’t going to sleep tonight, she really genuinely means she isn’t going to sleep tonight.

See, it’s already 11 and she needs at least an hour to sterilize all equipment, another hour to sift through the clump of hair in the brush and look for an intact hair shaft. Then, she estimates 2 hours for extracting the DNA from the hair shaft using enzymes and she knows all too well how long a time it takes for a pipette to find the right fit during electrophoresis, not to mention the PCR machine can take 2-4 hours.

And even then, Lena still has to test the device, link it to her transmatter portal in order to open a portal once she gets Kara’s coordinates and after all that she isn’t really sure if this is going to be effective.

She has half a mind to call Brainy here and run her through all the probabilities.

But she knows this is something she needs to do alone.

***

It’s been so long since she’s had to do anything with physiology that she has to spend at least 30 minutes reading up the lab manual.

Extracting cattle DNA like she did back in college was an easy enough task with someone with the brains as hers, but a Kryptonian’s?

Lena had to do some extra calculations on what temperature to set and how much solution to use to get through Kara’s hair of steel.

In the end, she figured it out and soon enough the hum of the PCR machine becomes her only companion. It took a while to denature Kara’s DNA, she had to double the amount of Taq polymerase before actually getting it to the PCR machine.

It’s 4 am now, and she only has two hours before the LuthorCorp employees show up; two hours before her brother pulls up.

Thank God, for state of the art PCR machines that get things done in under an hour.

***

She’s been actively avoiding thinking of Kara throughout all of this.

But now, she’s home and in her private lab with Kara’s DNA strands in vials inside the LuthorCorp sterile container.

If she pulls this off, if this works, Kara would be home.

She won’t have to talk to holograms anymore, she won’t have to dream about bloody capes, she won’t have to feel incomplete anymore. Kara would be home. She can bring Kara home.

With a newfound determination, she sets on recalibrating the device. She takes out a vial of Kara’s DNA; gloved hands carefully inserting it unto the core of the device.

Now, onto the second part; linking her transmatter portal to open up at the exact coordinates the tracker points.

The whole process took her at least two hours. By the time she trudges to her bedroom to test the device, the sun was already peeking up from the horizon.

She opts to do it in her bedroom, granted that her physics lab was nothing more but the size of two small rooms mashed together. Her bedroom was more spacious and in the event that Kara needs to lie down, her bed would only be three steps away.

The device feels heavy in Lena’s hand, it actually feels alive. Lena supposes, it is. 

It does have Kara’s DNA in it after all.

She feels like this is one of those moments where it will be ingrained in your brain for forever. That small in-between in the middle of the Before and After. The realization of how important this moment is clears up her mind.

So, with sweaty hands she raises the device, clicks something on her wristwatch, watches as the tube fills with a blue hue getting brighter and brighter, till a streak of blue-white light beams out from the device and from a single point starts to form the beginnings of a portal.

Lena’s seen one too many portal openings for a lifetime to know in the next instant that this is it, it works.

She fucking did it.

***

A gust of ice cold air is the first thing that hits Lena once the portal fully opens.

The next was the sight of Supergirl. Kara. She was slumped against a boulder; cape tattered, hair dirty and face begrimed. She looked tired, exhausted, and in those first few seconds, Kara had her eyes closed.

Before it hits Lena all at once, Kara’s right there! She’s right there! She found Kara! Kara is right there, just three steps away—

“KARA!” She shouts, runs to the portal and into the Phantom Zone.

Kara jerks at the call of her name, squints her eyes at the bright blue portal before she realizes a figure is barreling straight for her, screaming her name.

A figure she knows all too well, a voice she knows all too well.

Before she knows it Lena’s crashing unto her place on the ground, two arms wrapping at Kara’s neck, sobbing, “It worked! Oh, God, it worked, I found you! I found you, I found you-”

All Kara could do was mutter a Lena in response, still suspended in disbelief.

Lena pulls back to touch her face and Kara finally takes a good look at her. Lena knows her hair was a far cry from her prim ponytails, she’s been tugging at it since midnight, her face was blotchy with tears and her eyes must’ve screamed exhaustion. But she couldn’t care less about her appearance, because Kara was here, she found Kara.

Kara was here and she’s crying too, also bringing a hand to Lena’s face and wiping at her tears.

They were crying and smiling and sobbing in each other’s arms.

“You found me.”

Lena leans in to Kara’s touch, both hands cradling Kara’s hand on her cheek, smiles in between sniffles and nods.

“I did, Kara I did. I found you. I'll always find you.”

“Take me home, Lena.”

***

Alex picks up on the third ring.

“Lena?” she answers, voice still groggy with sleep.

“I found her, Alex, I found her, she’s home.”

“What? Who? Lena what-”

“Kara. Kara’s home, Alex.”

The next thing Lena hears were sobs. She passes the phone to Kara, who was still in her filthy supersuit, sitting on the edge of Lena’s queen bed probably making it dirty beyond saving but Lena cannot find in her to care.

“Hi, Alex.”

She exits the room to give the Danvers sisters some privacy and also to prepare Kara a shower, grabs a couple of Kara’s clothes from when they still had sleepovers and left it in the bathroom counter.

By the time she comes back again, Kara’s put the phone down, still sitting on the bed and fiddling with her thumbs. Kara looked small like this and there’s nothing more Lena wants to do than to embrace her.

So, she does.

“Hi,” Kara says, as she holds Lena close, Lena straddling her lap, foreheads pressed together.

“Hi back,” she whispers, smile in her voice, Kara’s blue eyes were filled with exhaustion but still beaming bright just for her. “Would you like to take a shower? I’ve prepared the bath for you.”

Kara nods, refusing to pull away, “Okay, okay, great,” she mutters even though the both of them make no move to pull away from each other, choosing to remain in this quiet existence of overwhelming love for each other’s presence, instead.

There’s still so much to say and so much to do, but all of that can wait, everything can wait, there’s no rush.

Her hero is finally home after all.

***

When she opens the door, Alex crashes into her with an embrace so tight, Lena had trouble breathing. Kelly closes the door for them, they drove here still in pajamas Lena notices, as Kelly gives her a smile from over Alex’s shoulder.

“Where is she?” Alex gasps out, tears springing from her eyes at the sight of Kara’s supersuit on the floor, right next to her grimy red boots. Concrete proof that her sister really is home, that Lena really did the impossible.

“In the shower,” Lena murmurs, giving Kelly a cup of tea as Alex paces in anticipation, Lena was half-afraid she’d wear a hole in her hardwood floors.

“H-how?” Alex asks, too emotional to let out a full sentence.

“Well,” Lena begins, and takes them through the entire process of what she had done the night before, how she didn’t sleep, how she kind of needs Brainy to scrub clean the LuthorCorp surveillance system, how she replicated Kara’s DNA as substitute for the life force in that crystal, how the portal had opened in her bedroom.

Alex took all of this in with quiet tears streaming down her face and Kelly’s hand tight in hers.

“Thank you, Lena. Thank you.”

***

The sight of the Danvers sisters reuniting was something that would make even a grown man weep.

Alex collides into Kara, before she even gets the chance to say her name.

“Rao, Alex, I missed you.”

Alex couldn’t respond to hearing her sister’s voice again for the first time, so she just sobs into the embrace.

Lena has to wipe away a stray tear or two before turning around, feeling like this moment was something too precious to intrude on.

This moment belonged to Kara and Alex, not her.

Kelly did the same and asked Lena if it would be okay to use her kitchen, she wanted to fix Kara her first breakfast.

***

“Are you sure you’d rather stay the night here?” Lena murmurs unto the crown of Kara’s head.

They were both laid in Lena’s bed, she doesn’t why she asked, when the both of them are already in pajamas and are two seconds away from slumber still Lena can’t help but ask.

Surely, Kara would want to spend her first night back in her own bed rather than here, right?

“M’sure, I’m right where I want to be,” Kara says around a yawn, pressing close to Lena, and nuzzling into her neck. She was clearly wearied, which was totally understandable, hell the both of them were. Lena’s been up for 24 hours. She’s amazed her body hasn’t knocked her out yet.

After that emotional morning, Alex insisted Kara be checked in The Tower. And so they did, everything was fine with her vitals, though they all still insisted she stay a couple of hours under the sunlamps. All of them knows, there was no sunlight in the Phantom Zone.

Nia, Brainy and M’gann all had teary reunions with Kara. Although, Nia’s was the most amusing one, “I’m sorry, in advance,” she said between sniffles, “But I just couldn’t think of anything and- and- Andrea was grilling me so I just said you were with Cat,” she sobbed.

“It’s okay, Nia,” Kara laughs, “We’ll work on it together,” she promises.

Seeing Kara back with everyone, seeing her in her pastel clothes, seeing her without her glasses; laughing and soft and safe has Lena crying quietly again at the memory.

“Hey? Why are you crying? This is a happy day, remember? I’m home. You brought me home. No more crying, okay?” Kara tells her from her place in the bed.

“I know.” Lena quickly wipes a tear, “I’m sorry, I’m just happy. So, so happy.”

She is. She really, really is. Especially right now, finally laying in bed with Kara after a long two weeks of lonely nights.

Kara requested to be held tonight, asking Lena shyly, “C-can you hold me? For tonight? Please?”

Lena was powerless and now here they were.

“For the record,” Lena says, “I’m right where I want to be, too.”

#ignore the science part i read like one article from ncbi and then wrote that shit in #sdfjklasdjf thats like stock knowledge from my past biochem lessons #anyways yeah cos i really think it's stupid that lena wouldn't have a back up plan or at least a replica of the tech #the reckless writer writes #supercorp ficlet of sorts #supercorp #supercorp fic #supergirl spoilers #rcklss writes

[sorryjustafangirl]

seattle worries

a/n: it was about time i wrote for the toothless love of our lives mr erik johnson. im still mad at him for waiving his nmc even though people saw it coming so i wrote this while at work and because im in a slump. enjoy. gender neutral reader

pairing: erik johnson x reader

word count: 1.5k+

warnings: mentions of pandemic, a few swears, expansion draft

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and real person fiction if you don’t like that, please don’t read! this lovely gif is not mine! credit to the wonderful gif-maker

You and Erik had been dating for about 2 years now and things could not have been better. The two of you had been set up by a mutual friend after the Avalanche were eliminated from playoff contention. EJ was a natural charmer and swept you off your feet, despite any nerves he felt that night.

Then a pandemic hit and Erik decided that you should move in. In case we have to repopulate the Earth, you know, he joked, but he was serious about his proposition. Your friends all gave you skepticism when you accepted; after all, you were moving in with a man, a professional athlete at that, after less than a year of dating. But you knew it was the right decision. Even when Erik went to the Edmonton bubble, you never felt lonely because you were in the space you shared with him, the space you knew he’d come back to.

Now, a year later and your relationship had been through injuries, an infectious disease, and hectic NHL life. You honestly thought nothing could break you.

Until now.

You were seething. How couldn’t he have told you? Sure, he could be a dumbass sometimes but he’d have to be a whole ‘nother kind of stupid to think you wouldn’t find out.

The thud of his hockey bag and the clang of his keys hitting the trinket dish on the hall table shook you from your thoughts. He walked into the kitchen, where you stood with your hands gripping the counter, with a smile on his face that quickly disappeared when he saw the scowl on your face.

“Hey baby…” His voice was hesitant, obviously testing the waters.

“How could you not tell me?” Your eyes were set, your jaw hard, and you could feel the tension in your shoulders. He sighed but didn’t say anything. “How could you not tell me you waived your no movement clause Erik? I found out from fucking SportsNet!”

“Look, I was going to tell you-”

“When?! You couldn’t find a good time to talk about how you might throw away your life here in the past two months?!”

“That’s not fair! No one ever said anything about throwing my life here away.” His voice raised but you didn’t back down, not with the way your cheeks were hot with anger.

“Oh, so you just expect me to drop my life here to go live in Seattle? Because your career is more important than mine?”

“I never said that! God, I hate it when you put words in my mouth!”

“Well, I hate it when my boyfriend doesn’t consult me on something that affects us both!”

“Why are you so angry about this? Nothing’s happened yet, they might not even take me!”

You scoffed at him, but it came out breathy because of the tears welling in your eyes. “I’m upset because it feels like you aren’t even considering us in your career. Like you don’t care how this affects me too. Like you don’t even notice you’re throwing us away.” Your voice cracked at the end, tears falling from your eyes. You turned away from Erik in an attempt to hide your emotions but he knew. He knew from the way you hunched your shoulders and the way you shut your eyes, you were crying.

Slowly, he came towards you, his step gentle. His arms around you were like glass until you clung to his shirt; then they became like a warm blanket- all encompassing and familiar. Sobs racked through your body and he traced his hand up and down your back. He placed a kiss on the top of your head lightly before smoothing your hair, trying to soothe you. When you finally calmed down, with only hiccups left, he took your face in his hands, wiping away the tear stains off your cheeks.

“Who said anything about me throwing us away? Hmm?” He spoke softly as if he was trying not to frighten a calf. When you didn’t answer him or meet his eyes, he bent down to your level, meeting your weary eyes and repeated his question. When you stayed silent, he kissed your forehead before placing his own against yours.

“I’m not throwing us away, okay? I’m not. Even if you think I am, I promise you I’m not. You’re stuck with me, okay? You got it? I’m not leaving you,”

“But what if Seattle-”

“If. If, baby. It’s not set in stone, it’s an if. A possibility. Joe doesn’t even think they’ll take me. Waiving my contract meant they could protect another D. I haven’t played in practically a season, Seattle probably won’t want me.”

“Probably. Meaning there’s a chance they do want you,”

“There’s also a chance I get hit with a car tomorrow, or that it starts snowing in July.” When that didn’t crack a smile from you, he sighed. “I don’t know what’s going to happen and I wish I did and I wish I could guarantee I stay here but I can’t. But I can guarantee that I’m not giving up on us, even if I go somewhere else,” He ended with a soft smile but furrowed his eyebrows when he saw your eyes go hard again.

“So you’d still expect me to go with you then?” You broke away from his embrace. “To pack up everything I’ve ever known just because you waived your contract?” You shook your head and started off towards your bedroom.

“What, no! No! Baby, c’mon,” He grabbed your hand and turned you to face him. “I don’t expect you to change your whole life for me. I know your job and your friends and your life here is important to you. But I do expect you to have a little bit more faith in me, in us, that we’d figure it out.” He sighed again and dropped your hand to run his hands through his hair.

“Look, hypothetically, hypothetically, if Seattle took me, I only have a year left on my contract. After that, I can decide where I want to go. So it’d be one year, not even, just one season where we’d have to do long distance if you don’t want to move. We could do that. I know we could. And… I’m not as young as I used to be. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to play. And so when that day comes, I can be wherever you are. I don’t care if it’s Milwaukee, Hawaii, Seattle, or here. I want to be wherever you are, even if it means we do 8 months apart. I’ll do 8 months apart if it means the rest of our lives together.”

The two of you stood there in the hallway, silent, contemplating what was said. Even though you had lived together for a year now, this was your first major fight. And your first real glimpse into your future. Sure, you’d mentioned in passing getting a dog or a house with an acreage for his horses, but it was all in passing. EJ was a joker and although he makes you laugh like no other, he isn’t the kind of guy to get serious too often.

“You want forever with me?”

“Fuck yeah, baby. You’re it for me. And you have for a while now.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me you were waiving your clause?” You were pleading with him at this point, your eyes searching his for any sort of answer.

“I didn’t want you to freak out, which based on tonight, was fair enough on my end. And seriously, Joe doesn’t think they’ll take me. I’m old and injury prone. But Sammy isn’t. And we need Sammy. It was for the good of the team. And if I told you, you would’ve tried to talk me out of it.” He shrugged. “But I’d already made up my mind.” He reached out to take your hands again, his thumbs rubbing your thumb knuckles. “It wasn’t against you. I didn’t tell anyone I was waiving it until it was done,” You were silent as he continued to caress your hands.

“I want forever with you too, you know?”

His eyes sifted and his signature goofy grin made its way into his face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You looked up at him and squeezed his hands. “Even when you’re being stupid and leave me in the dark,”

“Well then I’m a very lucky man,” He pressed his lips to your cheek in a sloppy kiss which pulled a smile from you. His smile grew wider in triumph. “There’s the smile I know and love. C’mon, let’s go to bed, yeah?” You nodded and kept your hands intertwined as he led you to the bedroom. The two of you slowly got ready for bed, EJ slipping under the covers first. He opened the blanket for you, and you turned off the light before finding you spot cuddled into his side, your head resting on his chest. His hand ran over your hair, whether to soothe you or him, you weren’t sure.

“I love you. And nothing, not even Seattle, will ever change that.” He whispered into the dark room.

“I know.” You pressed a light kiss to his chest and laid your head back down. “I love you too.”

“Whatever happens, it’s me and you babe. I promise.” He kissed the top of your head and slowly you both fell asleep, his promise of the future lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

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Adonis Creed Imagine

Warnings: Smut, Fluff

AJC Finance is a globally known and relatively large financial firm based in LA. It’s percurred so much fame and notoriety because of its black male CEO—Adonis Johnson Creed. Adonis is one of the most highly paid CEOs in financial services, ranking at number 33 with a 27 million a year earning and an employee median pay of 136,357 a year. Of course, it wasn’t easy ending up where he is today being a black man in America but it all started when he was just 21-years-old working as a stockbroker for a company called D.H. Ross, employed under a black man named Oscar Hill. He taught Adonis everything he needed to know about money and management and that a stockbroker’s only job is to make money for himself. Soon after being hired, Adonis made a small fortune with his aggressive pitching style that brought in high commissions. Soon after, he decided to leave D.H. Ross and start his own financial company—not only because he wanted to do more for himself, but because D.H. Ross was corrupt and most of the stockbrokers there lived a lifestyle of sex and drugs. 

Adonis started his own firm at the age of 25 and it earned an exposé in Forbes. Hundreds of ambitious, young financiers of different nationalities and backgrounds flocked to Adonis’ company. Adonis became immensely successful within three years, earning him 22 million a year. In the beginning not many people knew that he was the late pro-boxer, Apollo Creed’s son. That too became a scandal of sorts because no one knew that Apollo Creed had a baby outside of his marriage with Mary-Anne who he has two older children by. Mary-Anne found Adonis after finding out his mother passed and raised him as her own who eventually became her youngest headache. Many people wondered why Adonis didn’t go the boxing route but he explains that he does it more so for his enjoyment, not to follow in his father's footsteps. Adonis was at once a rich kid and a street kid, the proud carrier of an illustrious heritage and an invisible man—a complex man who aims for what he wants. Like Mary-Anne says, Adonis retains his father's fiery personality. Short-tempered and impulsive, but good-natured with a tenacity that attracts others. He’s powerful, regal-like, yet heavy on the “don’t fuck with me.”

Adonis is very intelligent, crafty with his hands, quiet and kind, which women can appreciate. He’s so handsome that women practically throw themselves at him and would do just about anything to get an opportunity. It’s not only his brain, power, and beautiful smile, it’s what he’s blessed with between his muscular thighs that makes him more sought after than pure gold. Whether he is dressed up in his expensive tailored suits and sweaters or dressed down in his Nike activewear, women are flocking either way. Dating and getting pussy was a constant for Adonis but as he’s gotten older, he has become more particular and that’s where his wife of five years, Brittany steps in. Brittany had Adonis’ nose wide open the first time he saw her when he was moving into his new apartment complex in LA—although the first encounter wasn’t a pleasant one. Adonis has a habit of playing his music loudly while boxing on his body bag. Brittany lived above him so the music was probably vibrating her floor causing her to toss and turn in her sleep. 

Bang Bang Bang 

That was the sound of her pounding on his apartment door at 1 am. Adonis flings open his door with rage at first—ready to curse out whoever thought it was a good idea to go banging on his damn door but as soon as he saw Brittany standing there with her pretty face frowning, a white camisole with no bra, and sleep shorts that had ridden up her thick thighs with bare feet and white painted toes his expression morphed into that of complete interest. From the purple satin bonnet on her head down to her toes, Adonis was openly checking her out. Ironically, G-Unit-Wanna get to know you was playing in the background from Adonis’ apartment. 

I want to get to know you

I really want to fuck you, baby

I'm lost in your lovin'

I'm simply going to drive you , crazy

I want to be your lover

I want to get to know you, baby

I'm lost in your lovin'

I'm simply going to drive you , crazy…

Adonis licked his lips and said, “What’s up?”

What’s up?

That’s what she said before she pointed into his apartment. 

What’s up is that loud ass music and this banging noise coming through my floor. I’m trying to sleep and this has been an every night thing with you since you moved in a week ago. I’ve endured it enough.

“My name is Adonis, what’s your name?” 

Everything she said completely went over his head. She blinked at him like he lost his damn mind and folded her arms across her chest. Adonis found himself following the path her arms took before they slowly ascended to meet her brown eyes that were smoldering at the moment. He was enjoying the heat she was giving off. 

Did you even pay attention to a word I said? 

“Not gonna lie, nah, I wasn’t. Forgive me for being distracted by your attire, beautiful.” 

His words seemed to throw her off and from the way Brittany  raised a single brow while really looking at Adonis for the first time, she seemed to like what she saw too. 

“Still ain’t give me that name I asked about,” Adonis walked past his door and stood in front of Brittany. She quickly admired the way his pectorals and eight pack abs popped out of his white beater before bringing her eyes to his again. 

B

“B. is that short for something?” Adonis asked before cracking a smile.

Are you going to turn your music down and stop banging your fists against the wall?

“If I tell you yes, will you tell me your name?” 

She contemplated his words before unfolding her arms, giving into his proposition. 

Yes.

“Then I’ll turn my music down, and I’ll stop using that,” Adonis steps aside and shows Brittany his body bag hanging in his wide open living room. 

Okay… I’m Brittany. 

“Are you always this mean and mouthy when you meet people for the first time, Brittany?”

That frown was back. 

“You could have asked nicely at first but instead you come banging on my door like the police.” 

Rightfully so since you’re so goddamn inconsiderate of everyone living here with your loud ass music and punching. You keep me up in the middle of the night, I bang your door. Fair trade. Goodnight.

“Wait,” Adonis was catching up to Brittany while she was just about to climb the stairs back to her place, “listen, I’m sorry that I kept you up all these nights, it won’t happen again, I promise...can I take you out to dinner to make up for all those nights?”

No, but thanks though.

Adonis didn’t like being rejected but he respectfully let her go even though in the back of his mind he planned on trying again. A few weeks had past and she shot down his advances from that time five years ago. It took for one night when Adonis spotted Brittany coming home from a night out, dressed in a sexy black slip with black heels and her hair styled in six stitch braids with a full face of soft glam makeup. She smiled at him and they talked for a bit. Adonis asked her out to dinner again and Brittany accepted. Time generously passed and rings were secured, Brittany becoming Mrs. Creed. She was there while his company became what it is today. It’s almost their fifth year anniversary and Adonis comes up with the idea of the ultimate Asia excursion. The focal point of the trip is Phuket but he wanted to visit Hong Kong, Tokyo, Bali, and Singapore. If only he could sneak away from work sooner so they could leave in his private jet. Brittany is excited and already packed for the getaway. Adonis has a few things packed but not much since work was always knocking on his door. 

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Brittany Creed was awakened from her slumber around 7:45 am with soft, tender kisses against her cheek. The kisses were so gentle and loving that it made her shiver with anticipation for more. A strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer—notes of pineapple, black currant, birch, amber and musk filled her nostrils. Sexy and seductive, strong and powerful—that scent has her opening her eyes to the sight of her husband smiling down at her. Brittany licks her lips to speak but her husband's pillow soft lips crashed into hers while he pulled her closer. Brittany wrapped a single arm around Adonis’ well-built shoulders and pulled him down on top of her to increase the intensity of the kiss. 

He slowly drew his lips back to admire her wearing one of his pinstripe dress shirts on for a night gown and her silk bonnet on her head. The top few buttons of the shirt were undone and revealing smooth brown skin for him to kiss. With his lips trailing down the center of her chest, Brittany could feel him growing ridged against her inner thigh. It was so solid. His fingertips played with the opening of his dress shirt on her, the fabric brushing against her hard nipples. With a bite of her pouty bottom lip, all she could think about right now was her man undressing her further and sucking on her nipples. With the way he was pulsating against her leg he could use a release. 

“Goodmorning, Hubby.” 

Adonis looks up at her through his curled lashes, “Morning Wifey.” 

“Don’t you have to get ready for work? Hmm?” She says with a single raised brow, “I feel your dick brushing against my thigh…”

“You know how hard I get in the morning...when I roll over and see you laying next to me my shit just thickens…”

Brittany gives Adonis a few more kisses before sitting up in bed, “I know, I’ve spent plenty of mornings between your legs with it in my mouth...remember?”

“I could use a reminder, baby,” his seductive voice was almost convincing.

Right when he was about to show her just how hard he is his work cell started ringing. Adonis exhales, his forehead pressed against hers. 

“Duty calls,” Brittany says with a slight smirk even though she truly didn’t want him to go, “You could just stay home...right? I mean, we have an entire getaway planned. I'm sure the company will understand, babe.” 

“Not with how busy my schedule is today. Let’s pick this up later, Aight?”

“I’ll just wait for you...watching the hours tick by slowly,” Brittany pouts. 

“I’ll be home before you know it.”

“You’ll be too far, leaving me all alone.”

Brittany wrapped her arms around her body, the smell of his cologne still woven into the fabric of his dress shirt. It felt so smooth against her skin. Adonis sits up in bed to press the power button on his cell to mute the ringing. Standing, the view of his back all the way down to his thighs coming into view. Thank god for taking his time with him. Brittany watched Adonis walk away towards the bathroom. Stretching, Brittany stares at a chair in the room situated next to Adonis’ walk-in closet. A tailored suit for him to put on for work is already laid out. It’s a slim fit double breasted black suit with gold cufflinks, a white dress shirt and a white and black tie with a bandana pattern. His Christian Louboutin black dress shoes are neatly placed on the floor beneath the chair. 

Getting out of bed, Brittany walks to their master bathroom. Pushing open the door further, steam wafting out of the door and the long, rectangular mirror above their double sink foggy, Brittany enters the bathroom. The sensual sight before her eyes has her feet planted firmly against the tile flooring and her heart racing. She didn’t know what left her breasts heaving in anticipation—is it the water cascading down his sinewy frame like a stream over rocks? Is it his firm yet strapping back that tapers down to his muscular ass? Or is it the way his v-cut glistened from the water all the way down to his burgeoning erection swinging between his thighs? 

Brittany steps closer to the glass and knocks. He was in the middle of rinsing his face off when he heard her. Turning, head beneath the shower water, Donnie smiled at her. Brittany returned the smile with a bite of her lip. She went to use the toilet, allowing Donnie to finish up. After using the bathroom, Brittany washed her hands before brushing her teeth and cleansing her face. Just when she finished, Adonis exited the shower with his towel in hand. Brittany leaned her butt against the sink and watched her husband towel dry. He started with his neck, then went to his back, chest, abs, and now he was working that towel from his muscular ass around to his dick. 

“I know that face,” Adonis says, “I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you so you can join me, baby.” 

“It’s okay,” Brittany slowly walks up to Adonis, her hands stroking his warm chest before reaching up to wrap her arms around his shoulders. Brittany leaned in for a kiss—a slow, kiss with lots of tongue and lip sucking. Both of Adonis’ hands came up to hold her face, his towel falling to the bathroom floor. She could spend hours kissing his thick lips. Adonis pulled away, gazing at Brittany’s drunken face with a half dimpled smirk. 

“You’re not gonna let me leave this bathroom, are you, B?”

“Not looking like this,” Brittany’s hands smoothed down Donnie’s hard abs, “Baby...do you really have to go into work today? I mean...really? You’re the CEO. Can’t you just...call in and...we can make that trip sooner than later?”

“Baby,” Adonis kisses Brittany’s forehead, “Today requires me to attend meetings and I need to have that done before I am gone an entire two weeks. You know how it is, girl, I promise, I’ll be home at a decent time and we can leave, Aight?”

Brittany rested her forehead against his chest before breathing in his scent, “Kay…”

“I love you, don’t act like that. Smile...for me?”

His soothing voice vibrated his chest and it caused Brittany to shiver with need. Pulling away, she walked out of the bathroom, Adonis following behind her. Laid back against the bed, Brittany watched Adonis apply lotion to his body before getting dressed. She will never get over how good this man looks in a suit. Good enough that she didn’t want any other bitch to witness it for themselves. Adonis sprays himself down with his favorite cologne and applies his Rolex to his wrist. 

“You’re looking sexy,” Brittany says, “Don’t make me show up to work, Adonis...put those secretaries of yours in check.” 

Adonis chuckles handsomely, “Who do I belong to?”

“Me.” 

“Exactly,” Adonis fumbled with his tie, “I don’t pay that shit any mind. I’m yours, and you’re mine.” 

“I know they look...wish they could have what I’m having every night...” 

“Hmm...that’s true. I can’t control their eyes, baby girl.”

Adonis groans. 

“This damn tie, I can never get it—“

“I got you Hubby,” Brittany lifts from the bed and walks to get to Adonis. She grabs up his tie, pulling him closer, his body pressed against hers. 

“The things I could be doing to you right now…” Brittany whispers before tightening his tie. 

“Keep that same energy when I get back.” 

Adonis steps away to admire himself in the mirror. Grabbing his work satchel, phones, wallet, and keys, Adonis is ready to head out for work. Brittany leads the way out of their master bedroom and down the stairs to their luxury penthouse before entering the kitchen. Adonis was just going to grab a bagel with cream cheese to settle his hunger but Brittany is making black coffee with brown sugar and she’s in the fridge pulling out a carton of eggs, heavy cream, waffle mix, and some left over berries. 

“Sit, I’ll whip you up some breakfast before you leave.” 

Adonis takes a seat at their kitchen island, removing his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves. 

“I have an entire Asian excursion planned for us. I know how much you’ve been wanting to go to that rooftop infinity pool in Singapore.” 

Brittany turned towards Adonis giving him a radiant smile with white teeth and twinkling eyes that had him grinning in return.

“All of this for me? Now I really have to make sure I packed everything I need. I have to wait at home for this?!! Babe,” Brittany pouts. 

“We’re leaving tonight. I have the jet set up for us too. Just the two of us, baby.” 

Brittany went to work making the eggs. She did enough for the both of them and added a little cheese since that was Adonis’ favorite. With that set to the side she checked on the waffles. Belgium waffles with powdered sugar, berries, and maple syrup. Usually, she would do red velvet since Adonis loves red velvet but that would take much longer. Adonis sipped on his coffee and watched Brittany plate the food. His eyes wandered down to her bare feet with toes painted white. She always looked good enough to fuck in the morning. His hips thrust a little in his seat because he could feel himself growing yet again with just a simple sweep of his eyes over her frame. 

“Eat up,” Brittany says while sitting Adonis’ plate in front of him with warm maple syrup in a glass gravy boat with a glass ladle. She sat next to him and tucked into her food as well. They both have the perfect view of LA from their kitchen since the penthouse is so wide open with ceiling to floor windows. 

“Even eating your food has my dick hard,” Adonis bites a piece of waffle off of his fork while staring at Brittany with lust filled eyes. 

Brittany licks maple syrup from her lips before leaning over the kitchen island, her hand resting in Adonis’ lap. She smoothed her hand up his thigh before cuffing his crotch with her delicate hand. She did all of this while watching his expressions. His dark brown eyes smoldering, jaw clenching, and breathing uneven. 

“Damn, baby,” Brittany gripped his length, “You’re nice and fat down there…”

“Brittany,” Adonis chewed on his waffle and swallowed with difficulty each time she palmed his erection. He closed his eyes and widened his legs so she could feel him up more. If only she could feel how tight his balls are.

“This all for me?” She toyed. Adonis has a hard gaze set on her.

“You thought I was gonna let you leave without a little taste?” She says. 

Brittany was up and off of her stool. She squeezes between Adonis and the kitchen island before sensually lifting the bottom of his dress shirt up her waist to reveal her pussy. Bringing one leg up to rest on his sturdy thigh, Brittany parts her pussy lips to show him exactly how wet and creamy she is. Adonis licked his bottom lip slow while his eyes didn’t flicker away from her pussy. 

“Damn...pussy wet as fuck, Brittany,” Adonis’ dick jumped the minute he went to stroke her pussy lips, “fuck, girl...pussy fat too.”

“Yes—

“You said you want a taste? Come taste this…”

Adonis went to work unfastening his pants. Brittany brings her leg down and she was on her knees looking up at him wrapping his thick fingers around his shaft before whipping it out. He was crazy hard. Veins like a work of art all thick along his length. His tip was nice and fat and his slit was leaking pre-cum. With his pants down further, his balls filled with all that cum sat round and heavy. Smooth, brown, tasty, wide, and long. So many other ways to describe his beautiful dick—that work of art. She’s been on that dick in plenty of positions and still to this day staring at it amazed her. After all, he did teach her how to take it. Yes, it was Adonis who taught her everything he knows. He taught her exactly how he likes to be pleased. Her shy, quiet energy was taken as innocence...but she’s not really innocent. Now, she was about to suck his dick just how he loved it sucked. 

“You know what to do, baby, take care of this dick.”

Brittany grabs him up, lining her lips up with the tip of his dick. She began placing kisses all over the tip of his dick, that pre-cum coating her lips like gloss. Adonis bites down hard on his bottom lip turning it bloodshot almost. Brittany trailed those dangerous kisses down to the base of his dick and over his balls. She repeated this until Adonis was a groaning mess with his hand snatching her bonnet off to grip her hair. Now, Brittany was adding tongue. Adonis couldn’t take sitting any longer so he stood up and planted his hands on the surface of the kitchen island. 

“Britt...move your hands...good girl...now, suck on just the tip baby…”

Brittany rested her hands in her lap and went to work using just the power of her jaws to suck the tip of his dick. Her mouth drooled and her spit dribbled down the center of her chest. She closed her eyes and relished in the feeling of his wide tip in her mouth. 

“Mmm,” she moaned. 

“Oh my fucking God...shit...nasty girl sucking on my tip like that…”

“Mhm,” she replied with his tip still in her mouth and her head bobbing up and down slowly. 

“You tryna make me cum like this? You know that’s daddy’s spot, right?”

She replied with her lips going lower around him and her hand juggling his balls. Adonis threw his head back and hissed. Brittany truly didn’t want him to go. His dick was so warm and fat in her mouth. She slurped him up fully now and his groans and moans had her bringing one hand down between her legs to rub her clit. 

“That’s it, baby, rub on that pussy with my dick in your mouth.” 

She rubbed on her clit, smoothing her hands down to gather her wetness from time to time while working her mouth on her husband’s fat dick. Adonis starts moving his hips to feed her some more dick, his dress shirt resting under his chin. 

“Let me see your fingers, baby.” 

Brittany shows Adonis her fingers. A creamy ass mess. 

“Shit...that pussy is weeping. You want this fat dick, baby?”

Brittany nods her head.

“Keep going...ima cum all down your Goddamn throat, girl.” 

Brittany was fingering herself now and with her other hand she strokes his balls while sucking Adonis as best as she could now. That dick was beyond fat in her mouth and every time it reached the back of her throat she gagged. The entire front of that dress shirt she wore was soaked. 

“I hear that creamy pussy…” Adonis’ eyes were low, “Fuck...I’m about to bust...damn, baby...fuck!!!!!”

Adonis gripped the kitchen island edge tightly and with a forward thrust of his hips, he emptied his heavy balls of all his cum down her throat. Brittany’s legs shook and she couldn’t keep her lips around him any longer. Popping her lips off, the remainder of Adonis’ cum landed on her chest as she moaned out. She jerked his dick as her entire body spasmed with her orgasm. She let go of his dick and pulled her fingers out with a whimper. She was even more of a mess now. 

“That’s a lot of cum, almost as much as me.”

They both stare at the mess they made before locking eyes. 

“Clean my cum off your chest and suck it off your fingers.” Adonis commanded. 

Brittany swiped his cum off of her and licked and sucked it clean before leaning forward to do the same to his dick. 

“Let me taste that pussy.”

Brittany was on her feet, fingers coming up to Adonis’ mouth. He gripped her wrist tightly before his long, thick, pink tongue damn near slithered out to clean her off. Her blood seemed to rush to her core again and the feeling of the pressure from his sucking had her weak in the knees. 

“Pussy tastes good each and every time, baby,” Adonis leans forward to give her a sloppy French kiss, “Now I’m gonna be at work all day thinking about how wet that pussy is...keep it wet until I get home, okay?” Adonis strokes her chin, “Play in that pussy as much as you like so I can come home and find the biggest fucking mess for daddy to play all in...okay?”

“Yes, daddy,” Brittany was damn near hypnotized by this man's tongue. 

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“Glad that shit is over.”

Adonis had just finished up his last meeting about expanding AJC Finance. He plans on opening up a corporate office in South Korea soon. On his trail is one of his secretaries, Kimberly Jussel. She’s from Birmingham UK. A black woman with skin that reminded you of burlywood and raven hair that she always wore in a classy French braid with wand curls framing her face. She wears black cat eye frames and fitted pencil skirts with silk blouses and So Kate pumps on her feet. 

“Absolutely, Sir,” Kimberly replies, “Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea?”

“I’ll take some of that tea that you make, it’s really good.”

“With cream and sugar?” 

Adonis looked over his shoulder at Kimberly with a dimpled smile and unwavering eyes, “Exactly like that.” 

Adonis enters his grand office, taking a seat. Kimberly places some important files on his desk, her eyes admiring Adonis discreetly while he takes off his suit jacket. She tugged on her full bottom lip with her teeth before tearing her eyes away just when he looked towards her direction. 

“That tea, Kim?” Adonis says jokingly with a half smirk while unbuttoning his suit jacket with one hand, finger rings gleaming. 

“Right on it, Sir.”

Kimberly turns to exit just when another secretary of Adonis’ enters. Her name is Morgan. Tall, sienna skin, short curly fro and a sexy suit on like she always wears with her dress shirt unbuttoned a little to show off her slender yet smooth neck. Kimberly and Morgan locked eyes before sharing fake smiles. It was like a competition in that office for Adonis’ attention. 

“What’s up, Morgan?” Adonis asks before taking his seat.

“It’s your wife, Mr. Creed. She says it’s an emergency.”

“Shit,” Adonis notices his company phone blinking with a transferred call, “Thanks Morgan.”

“No problem,” She says with a sultry voice before strutting away, closing his double glass doors to give him privacy. Adonis presses a few buttons on his desk to tint the glass of his office. Picking up the phone, Adonis speaks.

“Babe, everything cool?”

“No,” Brittany exhales, “Donnie...I need you to come home.”

“Baby...what’s the matter?” Adonis says with a concerned expression. 

“I’m not feeling too well...I don’t know what it is,” She exhaled, “Please come home…”

Adonis closes his eyes, “Alright, alright...I’ll cancel a conference call that I have to do and let Kellon take it. I’ll handle the rest when I get back from the trip. Did you need me to bring anything while I’m on my way?”

“Those Lindor chocolates I like.”

Adonis smiles, “Sure, baby, I’ll bring you a bag...anything else?”

“Just your presence, Mr. Creed.”

“Okay, Mrs. Creed...I’ll be on my way.” 

The call ended and Adonis was up and out of his office chair, gathering his things before leaving his office. His close friend and CFO, Kellon Jordan will be in charge for the two weeks he’s gone—of course, Adonis will be called in case anything goes bad. Exiting his office, Kimberly was approaching with his tea and a megawatt smile. 

“Oh! Leaving?” Her smile turned to that of disappointment. 

“Yes, my wife needs me at home so I gotta go to her.”

Kimberly bats her lashes and smiles, “That's so sweet...should I inform Mr. Jordan?”

“He already knows I’m leaving for my trip so there is no need for all of that. Just let him know about taking over the conference call. He knows what to say. I’ll see you when I get back Kim, alright? Take care of yourself girl.

With that, Adonis leaves Kimberly behind with his scent lingering and her body shivering. 

Adonis exited the company parking garage and drove to a nearby CVS to grab the chocolate. With that, Adonis is driving home, thankful to beat traffic since it was only 2:45 in the afternoon. Parking his car in the penthouse garage, Adonis leaves his suit jacket in the car and takes everything else with him. He walks through the lobby of the penthouse building, heading straight for the elevators to the top floor. What could it be? She used to suffer from acid reflux and it would make her sick. Off of the elevator and at his door, Adonis unlocks it swiftly, opening the door and strolling inside. 

“Britt?”

It’s silent. 

Adonis drops the chocolate off in the kitchen and climbs the stairs to his penthouse. The bedroom doors are closed. Adonis pauses ate the doors, his hands on both knobs. Exhaling, Adonis opens the doors to find his wife—

“Emergency, huh?” 

He couldn’t fight the sly smirk that spread across his face. Brittany is completely naked and laid out like Rose on Titanic. Beautiful toasty brown skin all smooth, brown eyes low and lips glossy. Adonis drops his work satchel on the floor, walking towards Brittany while loosening his tie. 

“Hey, baby…” Brittany blushes.

“I thought you weren’t feeling well?”

“I’m not well,” Brittany circled her right nipple with her finger, “I’m sick…”

“You look well to me, B,” Adonis kicks off his shoes.

“In order for me to get better...I need you to be here...to take care of me…”

The minute Adonis left, Brittany was in a sour mood. She cleaned up a bit, took a shower, rubbed down with some body butter and laid in bed with a new shirt of his on. She has a habit of going into his walk-in closet, trying on his suit jackets and jewelry. She sprayed his cologne on her pillow so she could breathe in his scent. Yes, Brittany did play in her pussy. Her clit plumped up real quick with his smell woven into the fabric of the pillow and the thought of his dick filling her up. She looked down at her pussy with her legs pulled back and whimpered. He said to play in it as much as she wanted to for him to practically swim in. Brittany did it three times. Twice in that bed and once on the sofa after lunch. She was aching for her man and that’s what led her to call his job and get him to come home. 

“I got it nice and wet for you, daddy…”

Brittany opened her legs to show Adonis just what she meant by wet. More like her pussy was drowning. Adonis’ lips parted and his eyes grew all dark and clouded with lust. 

“I think it’s time for you to come get this pussy and make me feel better.” 

Adonis chuckles, his fingers undoing the buttons on his dress shirt before he was doing the same thing to his dress pants. Adonis then removes his socks and briefs, walking over to Brittany in complete nudity. He kneeled between her legs before grabbing her ankles and pulling her towards him so that she’s laying flat on her back. Adonis lowers himself between her legs on his belly, his strong, biceps curling around her thighs to keep them open and in his complete control. Her pussy was right in his face. He locked eyes with her while parting his lips to spit on her pussy—his saliva dripping slowly. Using his tongue, Adonis covered her pussy lips with his saliva before using his tongue to slip between her lips. 

Up, down, up, down, he went. Brittany concentrated hard on the movement of his tongue. She bites her lip when Adonis damn near stuffed his whole face in her pussy, moving his head from side to side and in a circle. Her head went back and she moaned. With his fingers, Adonis spreads her lips and from there kisses trailed all over her. She shuddered each time his lips graced her clit. When he began to eat her, Brittany’s hand found its way on the back of his head. He was sucking, licking, and kissing her pussy with his eyes on her—just studying her. He would say how beautiful and tasty her pussy is to ruin her some more. 

“Fuck, Adonis,” She moaned, “You’re gonna make me cum for the fourth time today…”

“You deserve it,” He whispered before sucking her clit, “Ima make you cum as many fucking times I want to on that trip…”

“Yes,” Her lips parted but she couldn’t find the words. 

“Cum in my mouth, baby...daddy wants to make you feel better—“

“FUCK,” Brittany’s head fell back against the pillows, “fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming—“

Adonis squeezed the hell out of her thighs the more he devoured her pussy and on command she was cumming in his mouth—loud gasps of pleasure filling the room. 

“You said it was an emergency...this is an emergency,” Adonis was up on his knees between her legs with his fingers in her pussy, “Whatever you need, I gotchu baby…”

“Mmm,” Brittany spreads her legs wider, “I’m a little better…”

“But not completely,” Adonis grabs for his fat dick, stroking his length slowly, “I know what you need.” 

“What do I need, daddy?”

Adonis looked from his dick and up into her eyes, “This fat dick.”

“Yes...yess...that dick will have me better in no time.”

“Make you cum to get you well?” Adonis positions himself between her legs before pushing his length inside slowly. He released a shuddering breath before smirking at her with a single deep dimple. She closed her eyes to fight the build up of liquid behind her lids. Adonis takes his thumb to trace her bottom lip before Brittany wrapped her lips around it. His hips moved with skill while he held all his body weight up on one arm. All she could see was his cut muscles flexing with each thrust. 

“That’s right baby...put them legs up so I can get in there deeper...make my baby feel better, yeah?”

“Unh,” She moaned in response. 

“Pussy wet…” he hisses, “Pussy is fucking wet.”

“So wet for you,” She whimpers.

His hips began snapping into hers, their sweaty skin connecting like adhesive. She felt her entire pussy tingle like an orgasm was brewing. He fucked her so good that she could feel every inch and width of that dick pushing inside of her. With how soaked she is it helped. They both watched with awe stricken expressions at how beautiful his dick looked covered in her creamy mess. Adonis would go purposely slow just so she can catch the moment and savor it. Now, he was staring at her intently with his dick beating her walls up and causing her titties to bounce. 

“I’m gonna cum,” She whispered. She couldn’t really find her voice because Adonis was fucking it out of her. 

“Daddy making that pussy cum? You gonna make daddy’s dick cum with that pussy? I feel that pussy yanking on me…”

“Cum inside of me…”

He was going to anyway. Adonis pushed her thighs back some more and used her for balance while he fucked her deep. Brittany was in pure bliss and shock. All she could do was moan and ask for him to keep fucking her with that good dick. His balls slapped her ass and she could feel them getting tighter and tighter. 

“I’m gonna bust in that pussy...give that pussy what she needs—“

“Yeah, give me that nut—“

“AHHH FUCK—“

Adonis picked up the pace and the more he hit the bottom of her pussy the harder he came. He stuffed his dick in as deep as it could go before pulling out slowly. A single slimy string of cum was left behind and it was a reminder of how good her pussy is and how much she drained him. Adonis laid on top of her, his pillow soft lips kissing all over her face before finding her lips. He gripped her chin to keep her still while controlling the searing kiss. He was still nice and stiff and she could definitely go for round two. 

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The Boeing 747-8 VIP is the longest and second largest airliner ever built. The starting price of this jewel is at $367 million, and that is before all the luxury amendments are designed into the jumbo jet. This is the jet that Brittany and Adonis take to Phuket—a rainforested, mountainous island in the Andaman Sea. It has some of Thailand’s most popular beaches, mainly situated along the clear waters of the western shore. The island is home to many high-end seaside resorts, spas and restaurants. Phuket City, the capital, has old shophouses and busy markets. They are both staying at the Vijitt Resort Phuket—a tranquil beachfront escape on the tropical island of Phuket with Thai culture and charm where privacy, nature, and local hospitality take center stage. It’s wide open spaces, tall swaying palms and lush green lawns gently slope towards the Andaman Sea. The unforgettable view from this 5 star villa resort Phuket overlooks a myriad of offshore islands from the calm and tranquil tidal beach at Chalong Bay.

Brittany’s boho box braids are in a bun and she’s wearing a white wrap top with a tropical mini skirt that has a high split and some strappy green heels. Her chocolate brown eyes are covered with rimless square frame sunglasses that are a brown color and she’s carrying her green birkin bag. Adonis is wearing a pair of charcoal grey joggers, Nike track shoes, a black muscle tee and black aviator shades. A private car awaited them and now they are pulling up to the resort. Valet handled the designer suitcases for them while Adonis and Brittany checked in. Brittany couldn’t wait to experience the beaches, food, and overall views during their trip. Adonis wanted to experience the overall culture, anime, and take an ATV tour. They planned on staying in Phuket for a few days before heading to Tokyo, Shanghai, Bangkok, and Bali to name a few. 

With their room keys, Adonis couldn’t wait for Brittany to see the Vijitt Pool Villa. The one bedroom Vijitt Pool Villa offers supreme privacy and outstanding uninterrupted views of the Andaman Sea. Their bags are already waiting for them. When they arrived Brittany was blown away by the exceptional views. It was the ultimate romantic getaway. Brittany couldn’t wait to relax in the private garden and splash around in the 11 metre-long infinity-edge pool that appears to blend into the sea and after dark take a romantic dip in the outdoor Jacuzzi. There is one king-sized bedroom, a separate opulent living room and a heavenly bathroom with its own tropical garden, luxury bathtub and rain shower. Adonis watched her move around the villa, taking it all in. He has a special dinner with fireworks planned for her on the beach tomorrow night. 

“I wish we could just live here,” Brittany says while standing on the patio watching the sea, “It’s so beautiful…”

Adonis joins her, “I’m just happy you love it...we have a lot more to look forward to as well. Come here…”

Adonis pulls Brittany in to wrap his arms around her. He nestled his face in the crook of her neck and kissed her slowly and softly. 

“What do you wanna do right now?” 

Brittany couldn’t seem to narrow it down to one thing. Walk the beach? Take a dip in the pool? 

“How about we think it over while drinking some champagne?”

“Sounds good to me,” Brittany says, taking Adonis’ hand and entering the villa. Both of them take a seat on their bed while sharing champagne. Neither of them felt like unpacking at the moment so they planned on doing that before taking a nice bubble bath. Tomorrow Adonis will take her on a yacht tour and afterwards they will ride ATV’s then have a fancy dinner on the beach. 

“Can you understand Thai?” Brittany asks.

“A little. I’m still learning. I can understand Indonesian, Japanese of course, still trying to be more fluent since I’m trying to expand globally.”

“That’s so sexy to me. A fluent tongue…” Brittany licks her lips. 

“I can always teach you,” Adonis says. 

With the bottle nearly empty, Brittany and Adonis take a much needed nap. They were out for a while because it’s nearly nightfall. Brittany wakes up first to use the bathroom. After relieving herself, she starts a bubble bath for the both of them. It was a relaxing and romantic ambience with deep cleansing treatments, body scrubs, oils, and scented body soaps. Brittany added herbal oil to the bubble bath to better relax them. Afterwards, Brittany lit some candles and dimmed the lights. Undressing, Brittany enters the room to grab Adonis. She wakes him with kisses to his soft lips. 

“I have a bubble bath ready for us,” She whispered against his lips. 

“Mmm, is that right?” He replies with low eyes and that raspy voice she loves. 

“Mhm,” She tongue kissed him, “Come on before it gets cold.” 

They usually took showers together since the tub at their place was a single tub. With both of their naked bodies submerged in the soapy water, they gazed at each other’s bodies with desire. Can simple stares make a woman pregnant? Adonis calmly admired her and she looked back at him. His hands smoothed up and down her soapy legs. Brittany stared at him like someone who has seen something very interesting and lovely. She kept chewing on her bottom lip while staring at him. Eventually, Adonis moved closer to her, so that their legs almost surrounded each other’s waist and he put his arms around her, pulling her forward and into his lap. Brittany wrapped her soapy arms around his shoulders. She can feel his stiff dick against her ass beneath the soapy depths. 

“That dick feels so good,” She spoke with a hushed tone in his ear. His wet hands rubbed her hips. His dick was bobbing up and down in the water and it kept smacking her pussy and ass. Adonis spreads her ass cheeks beneath the water which causes her pussy to open and Brittany takes that opportunity to grab his dick up to rub along her clit. Each time she smacked his wide tip against her pussy the water would splash. Adonis smiles at her actions while cuffing both of her cheeks firmly. 

Adonis leaned forward to flick his tongue against her ear, “you gon’ keep slapping your clit with it or are you gonna let me put this dick in you?”

Brittany rests her wet forehead against Adonis’ shoulder before taking her teeth to nibble on his flesh. 

“I asked you a question, girl…”

“Of course you can put this dick in me,” Brittany says while stroking him beneath the water. 

“Aight, turn around.”

Brittany lifts from Adonis’ lap and turns around on her knees in the bath, her ass arched and soaking wet with soap bubbles clinging to her skin. Adonis grabs his fat dick with one hand and with the other he rubs each ass cheek in front of him. The soap mixed with oil made her skin extra shiny and slippery. Brittany rested her head on the back of the tub with her hands planted on the wet wall. He rubbed his hands in a circular motion over her ass before slapping each cheek. Brittany closed her eyes and enjoyed his heavy hands coming down on her wet skin. The sound echoed off of the walls. 

“I’ma eat it just like this.”

He couldn’t help himself. Her pussy lips were in his face and nestled between her thick thighs daring him to come and taste. Brittany spreads her thighs some more, careful not to slip. Adonis scoots closer, some of the water sloshing over the edge before leaning forward to kiss her pussy lips. He was beating his pipe at the same time. Brittany could hear the flesh of his shaft against his palm. It sounded so good. She wanted that dick up in her badly but his mouth was currently in place sucking on her clit and alternating between tongue-fucking her pussy. 

“Damn...I’ma eat this phat pussy morning day and night... slurping on this juicy phat pussy...mhmmm... mhmmm...such an amazing view baby…”

“Oh, my God, Donnie…” Brittany pushed her pussy in his face and Donnie had to grab her ass to keep her still. She rode his face from behind like she always did, popping her ass and pushing all that pussy back on him. Adonis whacked her ass each time she did that. The water was swaying in the tub from their movement. Adonis loves to get his mouth on her pussy. She was giving and he was taking her yummy phat pussy in his mouth as best as he could with lots of spit. She could hear his tongue flicking back and forth and just when he made it go flat to swipe her pussy up and down, over and over, she climaxed. Her hands struggled to grip the wall and her knees slid to opposite ends of the tub and that gave Adonis more of a reason to eat her pussy. She reached back to palm his head and guided him where she wanted. 

“Right there baby...right on that clit...mmm...suck on it baby...shit...your pussy is cumming for you...make your pussy cum...show me how much you want your pussy to cum...yesss...fuckkkk...Donnie...baby...shit.”

She couldn’t hold on any longer. Her hand left his head and now she was shaking. Adonis gave her one final kiss before lifting to his knees. Brittany looks back and sees how much he’s struggling. That dick was weeping. His pre-cum dribbled from his slit and into the water. It was stiff and pointing out towards her pussy. 

“I’m a creamy mess back there?” Brittany asks.

“Fuck yes,” Adonis takes a finger to rub it in, “It’s hella sloppy like always…”

“Put that dick in, beat my walls up,” She pressed her face against the wall and spread her cheeks for him, “see this tight pussy? Put that big dick right in here…”

“You gon’ tear this dick up? Cream all over this dick…”

“Bring me that dick—

Brittany couldn’t even finish her words when Adonis’ wide tip slipped easily past her opening followed by his girth and length. His hand came down on her ass rough followed by the second one before he squeezed her ass. With his sturdy hips, Adonis pushed his dick in and out of her pussy—not rushed, but moderately moving so that she could feel all of him. She parted her lips and exhaled longingly while struggling to thrust her hips back to meet him. It was like a battle of who’s fucking who. Each time she went back, Donnie would thrust forward deeply. His hands moved to grip her slippery waist and from there he began to increase the pace. Brittany’s wet cheeks bounced off of his hips and it stung each time from the water. 

“There you go, girl—

“Donnie, shit!!!” 

He was taking over. Their movements caused the floor to get wet. 

“This what you wanted right? Get a room and fuck all day?”

“Yes, daddy—

“You know that’s my shit too...get a hotel...check in early…and make love to this good pussy all fucking night...wake you up at 2 am with dick deep in this pussy.”

Brittany and Adonis haven’t taken a trip in a long while and this is something they used to do all the time. Check in to the most expensive hotel wherever they are, drink, eat, and fuck. Fuck in the kitchen, fuck on the balcony, fuck in the shower, and fuck from the floor to the bed. The thought of it made her cream his dick. One of Adonis’ hands came around to grip the front of Brittany’s throat so he could lean forward and whisper in her ear between strokes. 

“You look so pretty with my dick in your pussy,” He nibbled on her jaw, “tearing that pretty ass up, right?”

“Fuck—

“Keep that pussy right there baby.”

“Adonis—

“Submissive and taking this pipe good—

“It’s in my stomach…fuck my pussy daddy...I love your dick—

“Fuck this pussy? I can’t wait to cum in your pretty little pussy.”

Brittany could hardly go without making a bunch of noise and it was music to his ears. With his hand wrapped around her braids now he went faster, the water really splashing and getting everywhere. It splashed so much that it put the fire out of two of the candles. 

“Fuck—

“I feel that pussy baby,” Adonis stood still so he could feel her walls convulse around him while she came. He threw his head back and hissed before fucking her again. 

“Shove it in, babe.”

With her words Adonis went hard in her pussy, his balls heavy and tight. He was about to bust. Just a few more strokes in her good pussy and he was gonna cream pie her ass something serious. 

“Yes, daddy—

“Yes daddy what? Gonna keep taking that dick? Look back at me while I beat that pussy in and flood you with all this nut—

Everytime he fucked Brittany—his wife, from the back, he loved seeing her ass like that. Jiggling, bouncing, clapping, red from his slaps. He came so hard that he almost fell on top of her in the tub. Adonis gripped the edge of the tub to hold himself up when he emptied his load inside of her. They both couldn’t move so they stayed connected until their hearts slowed down and their breathing caught up.

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Throughout the rest of the evening, Brittany and Adonis couldn’t keep their hands, lips, and tongues off of each other. They both went to a stunning beachfront Thai restaurant after their sexy bath and afterward they walked the beach home and took a few pictures. It’s the next morning and they shared a lovely breakfast in the restaurant and bar that included mimosas and a beautiful view. Erik has a yacht rented for them to explore the Andaman sea—Princess S65 Kati. Their final destination will be Langkawi Island, a natural tropical paradise in SouthEast Asia. Brittany is sipping on wine in her little black bikini and black sheer robe, enjoying the good life while swaying her thick hips, braids blowing in the wind. A black girl in luxury. Adonis is shirtless and in a pair of turquoise and black trunks, smoking a cigar and sipping on his drink. 

Adonis watched his wife enjoy herself to the fullest with a big smile on his face. It was her laugh, her glistening skin, and her hips moving to the music in her head that has him getting up from lounging and walking up on her. He wrapped his strong arms around her, Brittany turning to face him. She pulled him close with her arms around his shoulders while he kissed her right brow all the way down to her lips. 

“Kiss me again,” He says, drunk and clingy.

Adonis has so much love for Brittany. He could fill rooms with it. Buildings. He’s surrounded by it wherever he goes, he walks through it, breathes it...it’s in his lungs, and under his tongue, and between his legs. His mouth moved passionately over hers, urging her lips apart. It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angles faint and demons weep...a passionate, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis. 

“Look!” 

Brittany broke their kiss and pointed towards a beautiful island with white sand and clear water. With both of their phones out they snapped pictures. The yacht arrived at a dock on the island and Brittany and Adonis stepped off with beach towels and a basket filled with lunch for them both. After chilling on the beach Adonis wanted to go on an ATV tour before heading back to the villa to prepare for dinner that evening. They both found a spot on the sand and laid out towels. Brittany setup lunch that included Tom yum, green and papaya salad, fruit, and pomegranate juice. The beach was free of other people so Adonis plucked the strings of her bikini top, Brittany’s succulent breast displayed for him. Adonis took a few pictures of her to admire later on. Sand palm prints on her cheeks and sweaty cocoa skin. After lunch, they both took a dip in the water to cool off, splashing around and swimming. They both spent at least two hours there before heading back to the yacht to change into appropriate clothes for the ATV tour. 

Adonis was in his element when they arrived on the ATV tour. Head strap camera on, all black cargo pants, a red muscle tee, black bandanna around his mouth, and black hiking boots on his feet, Adonis climbed onto his own ATV while Brittany took off on her own. She went off before him and Adonis was taken by surprise. She’s wearing grey biker shorts with a matching sports bra, grey hiking boots, and her braids in a bun. They explored the natural wonderland of Phuket island from Bang-Tao to Patong. Of course, the ride wasn’t a clean one. Just thirty minutes in they were both covered with splashes of mud. They took the whole three hours given to enjoy themselves with breaks in between. Early day adventures finished, Adonis and Brittany took the yacht back to the villa. They showered together, unable to fight the urge to be all over each other again. . 

Adonis is strong. He lifted Brittany up against the wall and rested her legs on his shoulders while he pressed his lips into her folds. Smacking his lips, Adonis spits on her clit before making his tongue wide to flick her clit up and down. Side-to-side. Adonis moaned her name while he explored her wet pussy with his tongue and lips. He needed to enter her expeditiously. Brittany moaned despite her fear of falling but she knew Adonis had her. With his tongue in her pussy, Brittany’s walls gripped him and she creamed in his mouth. Putting her down, Adonis gripped her braids and lowered her head to show her how throbbing hard he is. He gripped his erection and showed her how much pre-cum seeped from his slit. She was on her knees speedily to lick him up. 

“Oooh,” She moaned between sucking. 

“Damn, Brittany...suck it baby...suck that dick baby…”

Looking down he could see her spit all over him and that slurping noise she was making had him pushing her head down further so he could hear her gag. Just watching her suck his dick made him want to flood her womb with his nut. He pumped harder into her mouth, an erratic movement of his hips forcing all that fat dick down her throat. 

“Look at you baby...such a beautiful Bitch taking all this dick...you gon’ take all this later right ?”

He didn’t give her room to respond. Brittany was squeezing his thighs. 

“I see you baby...I see how much you love daddy’s dick...I feel that throat opening up...mouth swallowing my shit.” 

“Mm…” Brittany hummed, the sides of her mouth stretching. 

“Shit...oh fuck...girl...goddamn baby…”

His hips jerked wildly.

“Damn baby!!! Damn!!”

Adonis could feel his glans throb in her mouth and now his balls began to empty his heavy load down her throat. She still sucked. He looked at her with a mixture of lust and bewilderment. Tugging on her hair, he made Brittany let go of his dick with her tight lips. His shit was extra sensitive and she kept playing around, licking his tip. 

“Ared stop it, girl,” He said while moving away from her hand.

“I can’t help it, it’s so tasty. I want some more of that dick…”

“Later, Aight?” Adonis turned off the shower, “You know I got something special planned for your tonight, right?”

“All for me?” Brittany bites her lip and bats her lashes at him. That shit always made him weak. 

“Uh-huh...everything for my baby.” 

They exited the shower wrapped in one towel that barely covered them. Once they got back to the villa, they planned on taking a nap so they could be energized for dinner. He has the biggest firework experience planned for her on the beach. Then he was going to finish the night out with her pussy filled with his hot quintessence. 

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The setup was otherworldly. 

Adonis really pulled out all the stops. 

The romantic beach dinner was a complete surprise for Brittany. They had their very own candle-lit beach cabana where they can put their toes in the sand while staring into the twinkling lights of the Andaman sea and Patong bay. They had their very own menu that included Phuket lobster, sea bass, seafood skewers, beef tenderloin, baked garlic potatoes, a bread basket, tropical fruits, and the finest wine. Brittany wore a fitted orange maxi dress with a high slit and her braids down with gold accessories decorating the strands, and a new gold jewelry set that Adonis gifted her along with the perfume on her skin. Adonis wore a pair of light wash denim cutoffs with a short sleeve white button down shirt halfway buttoned. He has silver jewelry with white diamonds on to bring the casual look together. This was the night of her lifetime. The evening sky mixed with the sound of the waves crashing set the tone of the dinner. 

Brittany finished off the last bit of her dessert before grabbing her wine. His eyes were those of someone who’s deeply in love, someone who sees nothing but his lover, someone who has no fear of anything except losing her. The eyes of someone who believes that every dream will come true, that reality will move if you just give it a push. It was so intense that it has Brittany panting with need. The dinner was splendid. Now, she wanted him to slather her mouth with slow wet kisses and give her soaked pussy deep thrusts—plunging balls deep. He senses her need and with an outreached hand they walk away from the cabana and further out on the beach hand in hand. Adonis kisses Brittany’s hand before pulling her in close to him. They stared at the sky in comfortable silence until the first firework lit up the evening sky with blue, purple, and pink. She turned to Adonis with a tilt of her head and a wide smile. 

“A firework show?! Wow, Adonis,” She shook her head and stared up at a few comet fireworks the color of red and orange. Next, a green peony firework burst the sky and it flashed within Brittany’s brown irises. When the golden willow firework went off she gasped excitedly and Adonis couldn’t help but laugh and smile. So many pretty colors to take in. Jellyfish fireworks sprouted and at that point Brittany dug into her cream colored clutch for her phone to record. She turned the camera on Adonis and he saluted with a big smile before she focused back to the show. Crackles, strobes, and then ending in a big dahlia, the show came to an end. 

“I don’t need to ask if you enjoyed your evening,” Adonis says with a smirk. 

“This. Was. Perfect. Amazing? Romantic? I don’t even know the proper word to describe how much I appreciate everything you do for me.” 

Brittany blinked away tears and wrapped her arms around his torso. He pulled her in with his hands rubbing her exposed back up and down. 

“You mean everything to me…”

His touch was electric against her brown skin. Those eyes of his are on her. The eyes that make her weak every time he looked at her damn face. They created something special together and with the way he kissed her with all his tongue while she uttered sounds that had him on the edge had him ready to spill his cum deep inside of her. 

“...Time to go back and end this night with a bang,” Adonis palmed both her ass cheeks, “I ain’t give you the proper dick down yet and that’s what I plan on doing.” 

“Can’t wait,” Brittany whispered against his lips. 

Finished at the beach, Brittany and Adonis headed back to their private villa for some more fun. Inside, Adonis opened a fresh bottle of champagne while Brittany went to the bedroom to get prepared. She had a little something in mind herself. Opening her suitcase, Brittany pulls out a pair of sexy black panties with the sides cut out, a cheetah print top that’s see through, and some thigh high laced boots with a platform and a long heel like she was an exotic dancer. One thing for sure, Adonis loves it when she dresses up in the bedroom so he can take it all off himself. Except the shoes. He bought the sexiest shoes with the tallest heel to fuck her in. He has a fetish for legs—thick thighs and strong calves. Crawling in the center of the bed on her back with her legs spread and resting on her elbows, Brittany waited for Adonis to come back into the bedroom to find her. 

“Damn, baby, it’s like that?”

Adonis walked in with the champagne bottle in hand. 

“So...this is my surprise for the night?” Adonis sits the bottle down before going over to stand between Brittany’s legs. He lowered his head to kiss Brittany and she slipped him a bit of tongue. 

“Mmm...when did you get these boots?” Adonis asked while running his hands up and down the leather with awe. He grabs the back of her right leg bringing it up to rest on his shoulder. He rubbed his fingers across the lace up detailing while biting his lip. Not only did she look good in the boots, her pussy was sitting fat between her thighs and he could make out her areolas and nipples beyond the cheetah print top. 

“I bought them online a week before the trip...I see you love them…” her hand rubs up and down her pussy, “you did so much for me today...it’s time I give you this pussy...it’s wet as fuck too,” Brittany pulls the crotch of her panties aside. That pussy slipped out and spread open for him. Adonis licks two of his fingers and strokes her pussy lips. 

“I plan on being in this phat pussy all night girl.”

“And I want that fat dick in me all night,” Brittany reached out to hook her fingers in the front of his jeans to pull him closer. Adonis was on his knees between her legs now while Brittany stroked his thick erection. Adonis took one hand to pull her top down to expose both her breasts for him to tease. He twirled her nipples and pulled on her nipples just so he can release them and watch them bounce. 

“That pussy is insanely pretty, baby. Pussy tight and delicious…”

“Come eat this pussy.” 

Adonis didn’t need to be told twice. Brittany spread her thighs and pointed her heels towards the ceiling with her hand on the back of Adonis head. He started off by slurping with spit drooling from his tongue to get her nice and messy. Satisfied, Adonis spreads her lips, pulls the hood of her clit back, and goes to work with slow licks to her clit. That tongue moved like a wave hitting all the right spots.

“That fucking tongue don’t make no sense...fuck, daddy, that shit is so fucking good keep doing that.

Adonis made sure to move his tongue over her labia since it looked so fleshy and delicious. Not a single spot was left out from his tongue and lips. Her whole pussy was sucked up in his mouth. She watched him with low eyes and a lick of her lips. Brittany’s head went back when he alternated between flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue and sucking on it. 

“Keep them legs open...you tell daddy to eat this pussy you keep these thick ass thighs back, you understand?”

“...Gonna make me cum so good,” Brittany did as she was told. She held her thighs back for him. 

“Ima make this pussy cum all in my mouth...pussy is so wet on my tongue...tight, pink, fat pussy…”

“Unh, shit, Donnie,” Brittany’s fingers kept the hood of her clit back so Adonis could give her direct stimulation whenever he wanted. Each time he came back to her clit the urge to cum would increase. It came to a breaking point and she was a loud moaning mess in that room with her thighs trapping his head. Her cumming was a sign for him to keep going. Her hips lifted from the bed and his strong arms pushed her thighs apart with force so he could french kiss her pussy into another orgasm. She fell back with defeat. 

“My mouth is watering.” 

Adonis could feel his taste buds tingling for more. 

“The best fucking pussy in the world,” He reluctantly pulled away to stand and undress. His eyes focused on her pussy the entire time he took his clothes off. 

“Pussy so good I gotta put my dick in you now fuck all that.” 

That nice, big, long beautiful dick swung between his legs while he stood before her. That beast. Brittany turned around and put her ass in the air. Her panties are still pushed to the side. Her pussy lips were nice and creamy from the back. Adonis grabbed up his girthy shaft and started stroking with a twist of his wrist. His shit was concrete solid. Brittany slapped her pussy while looking back at him. 

“Pussy is noisy...I hear that pretty pussy...that’s daddy’s pussy…”

“That dick is thick and huge...I could cum from looking at it.” Brittany said.

Adonis was on his knees behind her, that body he worked so hard for blessing her eyes. Brittany arched her back some more and pushed her ass against him. Using one hand, Adonis laced his fingers around her panties to keep them pulled to the side while using his other hand to push his dick past her tightness. They both sighed with pleasure. He always stuffed her. The fullness tugged on her clit and made her grip him. 

“Still grip this dick with that good pussy,” Adonis moves his hips, “creamy and squeezing this dick...that’s right baby throw that ass back.” 

Adonis forcefully grabs her hips to feed her some dick while his eyes watch the way he fucks her. Her cream was making a big ass mess on the sheets. She circled her hips for him and made it jiggle. He was over her even more using the strength of his hips to stroke in her pussy.

“You fuck my pussy so good,” Brittany cried out. 

“That’s what you deserve...you know I gotta make this pussy feel good for my baby.”

Adonis went in deep and long, all the way, and they both moaned in unison. Adonis pumped his hips, pounding his meat into Brittany’s tight, velvety tunnel, her body surrendering to him like it always did. They were both bathed in sweat, burning with lust. Brittany looked back and watched as Adonis’ tongue ran over his bottom lip. She could see how much he was enjoying her wet pussy  with his deep strokes. She was feeling every inch of him thrusting into her. All of it. Even his balls slapping her engorged clit. 

“You got me cumming,” Brittany could feel herself dripping on the bed, “Damn...got my pussy leaking, daddy.” 

“Every time you cum for me, I crave you some more. This shit does my body good.”

Adonis pulled back slowly and enjoyed the sounds her pussy made and how stained she had him. He was fully out now and pulsating for more. Kissing her ass, Adonis turned Brittany over on her back and flicked tongues with her before lowering his lips to suck on her titties. She arched into his mouth when he started licking each nipple. 

“Put that dick back in me,” Brittany begged while bringing her legs up to rest on his shoulders. 

“I gotchu baby...daddy gon’ make that pussy cum again I promise,” Adonis whispered, “All you gotta do is keep these legs open so I can dig you out...hear me?”

“Yes, baby,” Brittany pilled Adonis up for another kiss. 

“And keep those pretty eyes on me…”

His hips moved like he was dancing slow motion, each time her toes would curl and her nails would drags down his back. Brittany could feel herself getting ready to cum again. She locked eyes with him, mouth falling open each time he would thrust forward hard. 

“Harder,” She encourages.

Adonis picked up the pace but kept it steady, his hips snapping into hers suddenly each time before stopping. She curled up under him, pussy unable to take the pleasure. This made Adonis pull her legs to her ears. She had no where to go now. He was going to show her how much he loved being in her pussy. 

“Oh, fuckkkk, you’re gonna make me cum,” he had his hands on the back of her thighs now, punishing her pussy. Brittany could only moan, no need for words when Adonis damn near took her breath away. There was no other feeling to compare this to. How could anything compare to the way her pussy wrapped around him? How it creamed all over him? She was at a loss. This is exactly what she would be receiving the entire trip.  

“Fuck, Donnie, Baby, I can feel you getting thicker,” her pussy was at its widest, “baby, I’m so opened up for you...baybeee, oh gosh, bayy.”

“Good fucking pussy, all mines,” Adonis buried his face in her neck, his hips snapping into her harder. She squeezed her eyes shut, mouth hanging open for the rest of the ride.

“Beating this pussy up good.” Brittany finally found the words. 

“Shit, damn...I’m about to bust...fuck...I’m cumming...Mhm...I’m cumming in this pussy deep...take this nut baby...shittttttt.”

He released in her, the tight hold pulling more cum from him. He could collapse right now. Brittany moaned out softly, as Adonis finished himself inside of her. Slipping out finally, Adonis watched her cum mixed with his drizzle onto the bed sheets. Adonis relaxed on top of her, his eyes searching hers.

“Baby that was…” He couldn’t finish his words while he stroked her sweaty face. He was still buried inside of her and it was comfortable laying beneath his solid frame. She weakly smiles up at him before pecking his lips. 

“I love you...just stay inside of me like this for a bit…”

“So I can get hard and fuck you again?” Adonis smirked. 

“I can go for some more dick.”

“That’s my kind of shit...always ready to take this dick.”

It didn’t take long because just staring at her had him stiff. Adonis was growing so thick in her pussy. His firm grip on yer thighs didn’t allow her to move. Her hips began to meet  him in a dirty dance before he grunts and moans, dick cumming and filling you up again. Brittany grabbed his chains to bring him closer to her, her lips sucking on his while he emptied his cum where it belonged. 

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[angryhausfrau-writes]

Your Friends Were All Standing Around Looking At Your Cock The Other Dayee...

Interior of the farm house. WAYNE, KATY, and SQUIRRELLY DAN stand around the table, looking at something.

KATY: It's a beautiful cock.

WAYNE: Oh, it's a gorgeous cock.

DAN, shifting from foot to foot, uncomfortably: Now I'ms nots denyings that it's a mightys fines cocks. I just thinks its mights not bes appropriates to have sets outs on the supper tables is all.

KATY: Oh Dan, there's been far worse things than a cock on this table.

WAYNE growls: Better not have been them hockey nutsacks.

KATY: I'm a big girl, Wayne. None of your business what nutsacks I'm spending time with.

WAYNE, begrudgingly: True.

DAN: You knows whats you're afters, miss Katys, and that's what I appreciates about you.

KATY, flirtatiously: Oh, is that what you appreciate about me?

WAYNE: Take about ten, twenty percent off her over there Squirrelly Dan.

DAN, looking at the table: Oh hey look. A cock. What is sets most unhygenicallys on the table we eats off ofs.

KATY: Jesus Dan. Hop off our cocks.

WAYNE: Besides, you're a bigger degen than Dary if you eat directly off the table.

DAN: Where is Darys anyways? Ain't like him to miss such a magnificents cocks.

DARY enters the KITCHEN: Sorry I'm late. Spent all morning wrangling my cock into its cage.

DAN, sympathetically: Its was giving yous some troubles thens?

DARY: Kept making itself all big and plumped up. Couldn't get it to fit in the cage. Ended up having to really wrassle with it for a good long while.

KATY: Could say you had to take your cock firmly in hand there, Dary?

WAYNE: Pert near had to choke that chicken, I'd imagine.

DARY: Pert near.

DAN: But yous gots it settled downs and ins its cage?

DARY nods and hefts a rooster in a wire cage into frame: Yup. Tuckered it out eventually. Now it's placid as anything.

WAYNE: Now that's a handsome cock, Dary. A right handsome cock.

DARY, bashful: Aw, it ain't nothing special. Not like yours, Wayne.

WAYNE SHIFTS OUT OF THE WAY. PAN TO ROOSTER ON THE TABLE.

DARY:  Now that's a real handsome cock, and well behaved to boot.

WAYNE: Ok, Dary. Dary, ok. Ok, Dary. Dary, ok. Youwannaknowwhat? Here's the scoop and I'm gonna tell ya. I look at your cock and I think, well, I think: good for you buddy. Just like, good for you bud. Like I'm real proud of ya, Dary.

DAN: It's a mightys fines cocks, Dary. Yous gots every rights to be prouds.

KATY: Nothing wrong with a spirited cock, anyways.

DARY, bashful: Still reckon yours'll be the cock to beat down the Ag Festival, Wayne.

WAYNE: Oh it's a handsome cock all right.

KATY: A beautiful cock.

WAYNE: Oh it's a gorgeous cock.

DARY: Not to be pulling your own horn over there.

DAN: Oh yous shoulds nevers do thats. Leastwise nots ins mixed companies.

KATY: Says you.

WAYNE, abrupt: No hard feelings Dary. Regardless of who beats whose cock.

DARY: No hard feelings.

WAYNE holds his hand straight out for DARY to shake: Then may the man with the best cock win.

LETTERKENNY TITLE BUT THERE IS A ROOSTER INSTEAD OF A DOG.

ESTABLISHING SHOTS OF A FAIRGROUD.

EXTERIOR SHOT OF THE AG BUILDING.

INTERIOR SHOT OF THE AG BUILDING. WAYNE, KATY, DARY, and SQUIRRELLY DAN are standing around a table with ROOSTERS in cages on it. The DYCKS and the HOCKEY PLAYERS are also there, standing further down the room.

GLEN enters with a clipboard, officiators badge: Wayne! How're you now?

WAYNE: Good'nyou?

GLEN: Oh, I'm just dripping with excitement to be judging all y'alls cocks. Especially yours Wayne.

WAYNE squints into the distance.

DAN: You're judgings the competitions?

GLEN: Indeed I am, Daniel. Although admittedly I misunderstood the nature of the event when I first volunteered to judge. But! I have plenty of experience judging cocks from my years on the family poultry farm. The cocks I raised as a youth...

WAYNE: Pitter patter.

GLEN: Well, fine. If you don't appreciate hearing about my cock judging credentials.

DARY, snickering: Pretty sure pert near everyone in town knows 'bout those.

GLEN: True but uncalled for, Daryl!

NOAH DYCK, joining the hicks: I for one think it is admirable that Preacher Glen has experience handling and judging cocks. And from his boyhood, once.

WAYNE: Noah.

NOAH: Wayne.

DARY: Mr. Dyck.

NOAH: Daryl.

DAN: Noahs Dycks.

NOAH: Daniel. A pity Lovina Dyck could not make it to the cock judging. I'm certain she would have had she known you were showing your cock. For is it not true, mine wife, that the love tree often bears fruit when a young man parades his cock before his sweetheart, once?

ANITA approaches: What nonsense are you speaking now, Noah?

NOAH: Simply that a Dyck chooses a lifemate in part by how well she-

KATY: Or he.

DAN: Ors theys.

NOAH: -raises a cock. Did not you impress me with your cock raising skills when first we were courting?

ANITA, blushing: You say too much, husband.

NOAH: And did not you help raise this cock which I am showing proudly this day, once? Why without mine Anita Dyck's loving and tender hand, this cock would be but small and limp and lifeless.

ANITA: Us Snatches have always had a way with cocks, as well you know.

NOAH: A good thing too. Us Dycks require a skilled hand with raising our cocks. Lovina will be delighted to know you've raised such a magnificent cock as are being shown here this day. Perhaps I shall send one of my young sons to go fetch her, once. So that she might see your cock.

DAN, hurriedly: Oh nos, I'm nots showings anybodys anythings. That's all Waynes and Darys.

GLEN: Daryl! I didn't realize you were showing your cock today too. Oh, this is so exciting! Me, in the middle of a Daryl/Wayne cock sandwich.

WAYNE growls.

GLEN: Although I don't know how I'm supposed to choose between the two of your cocks. I think it will take some lengthy deliberation.

KATY: This is already taking fucking forever, I'm going to go sit down.

DAN: I'll join yous, miss Katys.

KATY as they leave: Still not over Lovina Dyck, eh?

DAN: I don'ts knows that I'll evers stop thinkings abouts Lovinas Dycks, miss Katys. Ands that's a facts.

KATY and SQUIRRELLY DAN exit.

DARY (aside): Katy's right. This is taking fucking forever.

WAYNE to GLEN: I say again. Pitter. Patter.

GLEN whines.

WAYNE: If a man should be one thing, he should be efficient.

GLEN: Fine. Everyone here? Then lets get y'all registered. What's your cocks' names? I'm sure you've come up with some good ones.

WAYNE: Plenty of good names for cocks.

DARY: Oh, you can have a lot of fun naming cocks.

WAYNE: I'm surprised we're not naming cocks right now.

DARY: Could name one after the fictional prizefighter Cocky Balboa.

WAYNE: Or the legendary real life comedian Chris Cock.

DARY: There's always actor and former wrassler Dwayne the Cock Johnson.

GLEN: Ooh, that's a two-for-one special right there.

WAYNE: Or jazz musician John Cocktrain.

DARY: I like that one.

WAYNE: Not too obscure?

DARY: Nah, it's a gooder. Cultured - but not trying too hard.

GLEN: All right, all right. So what are your cocks' names?

DARY: Cock.

GLEN: Come again? And please note, I'm saying that in a completely different context to the one I usually use.

DARY: My cock's called cock. I din't name the damn thing. I know what it looks like.

WAYNE: Well I should hope so.

DARY: And I only got the one. Not liable to mix it up with someone else's cock.

GLEN: Ok. Fine, Dary. Ruin all my fun. TURNS TO WAYNE. What about you, Wayne? What's the big fella called?

WAYNE: Only nutsacks name their cocks.

RILEY breaking into the group around GLEN: We're all saying our cock's names, boys?

JONESY: Just naming silly cock over here, boys?

RILEY: Just christening silly amounts of cock over here, boys?

WAYNE: Again, only nutsacks name their cocks.

GLEN: Yes, boys. Everyone who's entering the cock judging needs to tell me their cock's name so I can make sure to call out the right name during the handling. It's just so embarrassing to call the cock in your hands by the wrong name...

RILEY: We've got a cock to register for judging, boys.

JONESY: Well, really it's Riley's cock we're entering. And it's a real beauty, buddy.

RILEY: Hey, buddy. It's as much your cock as mine. It is a real beauty though buddy.

JONESY: Just a real beauty of a cock here, boys.

RILEY: Half clapper top cheddar.

JONESY: Guaranteed W. Ferda!

RILEY: Ferda!

GLEN: Now boys, we're talking about roosters here, not actual cocks. Don't feel bad - I too was confused at first. So, while I'm sure Riley's cock is just delightful...

JONESY: It is. He's a registered beautician, buddy.

RILEY: Thanks buddy.

GLEN: Yes. But I just want to stress again – this is the animal we're talking about here.

RILEY: Yeah, boys. Cocks.

JONESY holds up a rooster in a cage: And this is our cock:

RILEY: Four time Stanley Cup winner.

JONESY: Four time Vezina Trophy winner.

RILEY: Hockey hall-of-famer.

JONESY: Goaltender extraordinaire.

RILEY: Terry Sawcock. Ferda!

JONESY: Ferda!

DARY (aside): Kinda surprised they have a whole cock between 'em.

WAYNE: Ain't surprised they share it though, fuck.

DARY: Same way they share a set of testicles. And maybe a tongue.

GLEN: Ooh, don't tempt me Daryl.

WAYNE (turns to RILEY and JONESY): Now where in the hell did yous two nutsacks get a cock from anyways? You better not've stolen it right out from under some poor unsuspecting farmer's nose.

RILEY: We bought it down at the feed store boys.

JONESY: Heard about people keeping chickens as pets boys.

RILEY: How they're so cute and cuddly. Plus free eggs boys.

JONESY: Need plenty of protein to keep up with the gains boys.

RILEY and JONESY flex. GLEN watches avidly. WAYNE is unimpressed.

RILEY: Accidentally bought a rooster though buddy.

JONESY (sadly): Can't get eggs from a rooster buddy.

RILEY: Still a good pet though buddy.

JONESY: Yeah, just really loves to cuddle with us buddy.

RILEY: Yeah, just really loves to cuddle with us on the sofa buddy.

WAYNE: Shouldn't keep farm animals as pets. Fuck.

DARY: Farm animals belong on a farm. S'why they're called farm animals.

WAYNE: Like. You wouldn't let a sow into you're living room. And you wouldn't let a cow into your living room. So why the fuck are you cuddling up on the couch with a cock?

JONESY: Shouldn't knock it till you've tried it.

DARY: I'll knock you.

GLEN: Boys please. Lets not fight. Not when we're all gathered here today for such a noble purpose as comparing cocks.

ALL: Fine.

GLEN: All righty now, let's see. We've got Daryl's cock: cock. We've got Wayne's cock: only nutsacks name their cocks. Riley and Jonesy's collective cock: Terry Sawcock. What do you call your cock, Noah?

NOAH: While there are a great quantity of cocks at the Dyck farm, this is our most quality.

WAYNE: Quality Dyck if you will.

GLEN: Quality Dyck it is.

DARY: Sure 'nough.

WAYNE: Like you see that cock and you say, that's Quality Dyck all right. And no mistake.

GLEN: Mhm! And I know from Quality Dyck. Now, if that's everyone, we can get on with the judging...

MCMURRY barges in: Wait! (Approaching WAYNE) Wayne. How're'you'now? Good'n'you. Ohnotsobad. Okay! (Turns to the GROUP) I, McMurry, am entering my cock in this little competition. So all you sumbitches can make a hole.

GLEN: Well someone's all riled up! You can go ahead and enter your cock right here, McMurry. No need to shout.

DARY (angry): Yeah, no need to bust our balls.

WAYNE (placating): Go have a dart.

DARY (begrudgingly): Yeah, I'll have a dart.

WAYNE and DARY exit.

FADE TO BLACK.

ESTABLISHING SHOT OF THE AGRICULTURAL FESTIVAL.

ZOOM ON TWO COCK SHAKUR PLAYING FOR A CROWD IN FRONT OF THE AG BUILDING.

PAN OVER KATY AND DAN IN THE AUDIENCE.

ZOOM ON GLEN AS HE ENTERS THE STAGE AT THE FRONT OF THE CROWD.

GLEN: How'reyounow?

AUDIENCE: Good'n'you?

GAIL: All this cock talk's got me wetter than a lighthouse keeper's slicker in a Noreaster, I can tell you that much.

DAN: Gailer!

KATY: First Glen is here judging and now Gail's here.

GAIL approaches KATY and DAN.

DAN: Yeah, Gail. I didn'ts know you were so interesteds in the agriculturals.

GAIL: Less interested in the agriculturals than in seeing some. Good. Hand. Raised. Cock. Specially when I heard Wayne's entered in the cock judging.

DAN to KATY: She knows it's nots actual cocks, rights?

KATY to GAIL: More importantly, is Modean's actually closed?

DAN: Tells me it didn't burns down agains.

KATY: This town needs a fucking bar.

GAIL: Nah, Modean's 3 is still alive and kicking sure as this old goat. But when Glen told me he'd be judging cocks at the agricultural festival I figured the whole fucking town'd be here rather than down Modean's.

DAN: Nots a bad turnsout for Letterkenny's first evers ag festival.

KATY: A great fucking turnout.

GAIL: Plus, I get a chance to see Wayne's cock today – and that's worth a day's profits right there.

KATY: Gross.

GAIL: Not that I've actually lost a day's profits. Bonny's been making the rounds at the Ag festival and apparently, business. Is. Banging.

CUT TO BONNY WEAVING HER WAY THROUGH THE CROWD WITH A TRAY OF SHOT GLASSES AND BEER BOTTLES.

KATY and DAN whistfully, along with CROWD: Bonny McMurry?

GLEN (impatient): Can I have your attention please!

PAN BACK TO GLEN.

GLEN: The event we've all been waiting for – I know I have – the cock judging. Lets meet our contestants!

GLEN gestures to the stage like a game show host: First up is Wayne!

AUDIENCE applauds.

WAYNE enters with his rooster and stands stoically, hands in belt loops.

GLEN examining the rooster: An impressive cock. Sturdy. Well built. And a real big fella. Nearly eight pounds, and pure muscle. Wayne, I think you've got a real champion cock here.

WAYNE nods stoically.

GAIL: And that's not the only cock of his I hear is impressive.

GLEN: Oooh, tell me more.

WAYNE: Glen.

GAIL: That rooster's not the only cock almost eight somethings.

MCMURRY (from backstage): Wait, is that measured over or under the balls.

GAIL: And plenty of stamina to make it through those cold Canadian winter nights. If. You. Know. What. I. Mean.

GLEN: No, please continue in explicit detail.

WAYNE: Glen!

GLEN: Ok, fine. (Gestures WAYNE to move to the rear of the stage.) Moving along, next up is Dary!

AUDIENCE applauds.

GLEN examining the rooster: Oh, you've got a feisty one here, Dary. Plenty of personality! A little smaller than Wayne's but still an excellent cock. And those freckles are just too cute!

DARY: Aw, thanks Glen.

GLEN: And I'd happily take a look at your other cock if you want, Daryl.

DARY: Thanks for the offer Glen, but like I said, I only got the one.

GLEN: Oh never mind.

GLEN waves DARY off the stage.

DARY moves to stand next to WAYNE.

GLEN: Here's our next contestant, Noah Dyck!

AUDIENCE applauds.

GLEN: Now this is something special, y'all. An excellent example of a Canadian heritage breed, known for being an excellent layer and quite robust as well. Yes, I think we can all agree that this is certainly Quality Dyck right here.

NOAH: Thank you Preacher Glen. Such comments mean much coming from such an experienced judge of cocks as yourself.

GLEN: Oh, Noah. You'll make me blush. (GLEN rapidly ushers NOAH to stand next to DARY and WAYNE)  Anywho, our next contestant is Riley and Jonesy!

AUDIENCE applauds with some confusion.

DAN: What, both of thems? Collectivelys?

KATY: It makes sense. They do everything else together.

DAN: Everythings?

GAIL: Ev. Ry. Thing.

DAN: Katy?

KATY: Can confirm.

DAN: Wow. Didn'ts needs to knows thats.

KATY: You did ask.

GAIL: It's not like we gave you a blow. By. Blow account. But if you really want to know...

GLEN: This cock's a little smaller than the ones we've seen previously. Not as much muscle – might want to exercise it a little more, boys. Just really put it through it's paces.

SHORESY: Yeah! Give your balls a tug titfuckers!

RILEY: Fuck you, Shoresy! Where's your cock, if you think you're so good!

SHORESY: Fuck you Riley! If you want to know about my cock, just ask your mom. She saw plenty of it last night. Rode me so hard reverse cowgirl style I thought she was going to snap it off.

JONESY: Fuck you Shoresy!

SHORESY: Don't worry, Jonesy. Your mom was there to kiss it all better.

RILEY and JONESY: Fuck you Shoresy!

GLEN: Well! All audience commentary aside, I think you've got a very shapely cock, Riley. And I think if you put in the time, worked hard and raised it properly, you could have a real champion cock on your hands.

RILEY: Thanks, boys!

JONESY: Yeah, thanks boys!

GLEN: You're welcome. Now go sit down so we can get to our next contestant!

RILEY and JONESY fistbump and move to join the others.

McMURRY pushes forward through the other contestants: Yes, I McMurry am here to have my cock judged in front of all of you. And I'm gonna win this cocksucking cock competition, just you watch.

MRS McMURRY: Knock 'em dead, baby. Love you.

McMURRY: Love you too baby.

GLEN (awkward): Well, this cock's a little on the small side...

KATY: And that's a little bit of an understatement.

JARED KEESO CHARACTER #1: It's fucking tiny, McMurry. I've got a bigger cock hatched out an egg yesterday.

JARED KEESO CHARACTER #2: How'd you get a woman like Mrs. McMurry with a tiny cock like that?

JARED KEESO CHARACTER #1: You're a piece of shit, McMurry.

MRS McMURRY: Don't listen to him. Your cock's perfect, baby.

GLEN: Yes, well. They say it's not size that counts, but in this case – and a few others – that's just not true. Sorry, McMurry. You're out of the competition.

McMURRY: Goldangit all! (Exits STAGE mumbling profanities)

MRS McMURRY rushes after him.

GLEN: Now on to our last competitor! Modean Three's own Bonny McMurry!

AUDIENCE applauds.

DAN: I's hads no ideas she raised cocks.

KATY: I seem to remember her raising your cock pretty frequently there Dan.

DAN: I seems to remembers yous were plentys affected as well, Miss Katy.

KATY: What can I say? I like a woman with a championship cock.

GLEN: And what an excellent cock it is! A little on the slender side, but shapely! And what a lovely temperament. Outgoing without being pushy! Oh, it's just gorgeous!

WAYNE (aside to Dary): Now that's a lovely cock.

DARY: It's a beautiful cock for sure.

WAYNE: Oh it's a gorgeous cock.

GLEN: I think we have a winner folks! Let's hear it for Bonny McMurry's excellent cock!

FADE OUT TO AUDIENCE APPLAUSE AS BONNY McMURRY ACCEPTS A TROPHY.

SHOT OPENS ON THE PRODUCE STAND. WAYNE, DAN, AND DARY ARE SITTING IN THEIR USUAL SEATS WITH THEIR USUAL PUPPERS. KATYS CHAIR IS TAKEN BY WAYNE AND DARY'S ROOSTERS.

DAN: Recon Miss Katies is going to wants her seats back anytimes soons?

WAYNE: I imagine she's occupied for the evening.

DARY: Can't really blame her. I mean, who knew Bonny McMurry had such a championship cock?WAYNE: Hell, anybody'd want to go celebrate down MoDean's after a win like that. She's more than earned it, showing up all our cocks like that.

DARY: Still, there's no shame in coming second, good buddy.

DAN: Especiallys nots against such stiffs competitions.

WAYNE: I reckon you're right there, Dary. Andyouwannaknowwhat? Ain't no shame in coming third neither.

DAN: Especiallys nots against such stiffs competitions.

WAYNE stands and holds his hand out for DARY to shake: Congratulations Dary. That's a mighty fine cock you've got there.

DARY stands and shakes WAYNE's hand: Not as nice as yours, Wayne. Congratulations on the cock.

WAYNE and DARY sit.

WAYNE looks at where the roosters are sitting next to each other: Well, I'll give those hockey nutsacks this. They are cuddly little fuckers, aren't they?

DARY hawks a loogie in agreement.

WAYNE: Still not letting 'em in the fucking house though.

WAYNE, DARY, and DAN take a drink of PUPPERS.

CREDITS ROLL.

#letterkenny #this is essentially one long dick joke #@ jared keeso: call me

[whateyescantsee]

Birthday Shots

Part 5

Summary: A flashback to the beginning..now through Fred’s POV.

Notes: Smutty musings… (sorry..Fred is a tad longer and there are two new scenes that deals with him that reader was not aware of)

Wiping down the counter when the phone rang, grumbling Fred answered it. That phone only ran when it was bad fucking news.

Inhaling, exhaling he grabbed the phone. “Hello.”

“Parras?”

“Who the fuck else would it be?”

A chuckle filled his ear. He made a face. “Stop I am in no mood, what do you want?”

“Abbott here.”

Fred rolled his eyes. “Yeah, like I didn’t know.”

“They are closing my VFW down for a short stint for repairs.”

That made annoyance curl fill him. He always got the short end of things. His place had issues with the fucking plumbing along with the electricity, and no one was coming to fix his post. He had fixed it all his damn self. “And why is it of my concern?”

“I have a girl here, her father is a colonel.”

“Good for you. You know I don’t want any distractions here.”

“Look its not our fault that the last woman to work there was that bitch of an ex-wife of yours.”

“Yeah well things have been calm ever since I got rid of her.”

“Bullshit. Anyway, I owe her father alot. So you’re going to take her while things are closed here.”

“I am not. Give her to Johnson.”

“He’s at full staff. Believe me, she is barely looking into her twenties and she not much of a distraction. She’s a good kid.”

He exhaled, pinching his nose. “Good kid?”

“Yeah, like I said her dad is a colonel and all her brothers are enlisted here and there. She has a nice smile. And fuck, I’ll owe you. You name it.”

“My fucking plumbing.” It was all he cared about.

“Fine. Done. After my placed is fixed, I’ll send my best plumber.”

“Sure. Yeah. When is she is fucking coming?”

“Tonight.”

“Fuck. Alright. What’s her name?”

“Y/FN.”

“Ok.”

*****

“Look guys, we have some chick coming to work here for a bit.”

Walter rubbed his hands together. “Is she hot?”

Fred shrugged. “No fucking idea. She’s practically a kid from what Abbott said. Let’s hope I, we don’t have to babysit her.”

Abe, grumbled into his beer. “We’ve had a good thing here. Do I have to be nice?”

Fred eyed his friend. “Be decent. We’re not pigs.” He sat back. He wasn’t exactly thrilled but at least he would get his plumbing fixed.

“Says you.” He chuckled.

The door opened, Fred looked past Abe and there you were. He swallowed, he pulled off his cap.

Would you have a chip on your shoulder, he wondered. So he leaned against his bar, he’d play dumb. His eyes moved over your curves, as you swished up to the bar. Was it already bad that he wanted to lay his hands on those hips of yours and pull you close.

“Hello!” Your voice was crisp and light. “Are you Mr. Parras?”

“Fred.” He looked from side to side. “So you’re Y/FN?”

You nodded. “That’s me.” You smiled, Abbott had been right. It was a nice smile but the rest of you well this was going to be interesting. His mind continued to wander vaguely to what he’d do to you. “Thank you for taking me in.”

Be pushed himself off the counter. “Look, Abbott and I owed each other. Just do as I say, I run a tight ship here.”

He could watch the emotions flood your eyes. You were young. Damn that too. “Ok! I get it. That’s great!”

“Your apron is on the hook through that door.” He pointed to the back door. “Go slip that on and I’ll show you around.”

“Great!” You said still brightly. The door of the backroom nodded. He bit the inside of his cheek as he watched you disappear into the back room.

“Damn Fred, now that is a piece of ass, I may have to dress a little nicer now.” Walter remarked.

He put his cap back on. “What so a clean pair of jeans?”

Walter chuckled.

“Maybe I will wear a new suit.” Piped in Lou.

He rolled his eyes before and leaned against the counter that held the bottles upon bottles of liquior.

Your niceness was bound to wear off, with chicks it usually did. He’d be prepared but at least you were something to look at. There was something classy about how you looked. Damn if he was half his age, he’d still be older then you. Now, he was too damn old.

At least those girls down a few blocks could distract him. Today he’d finally get a slice of Kandi; with you walking around he needed it.

******

He dragged the metal tub and placed it not far from the picnic table. Opening the freezer, he grabbed two bags of ice then poured them in. The little bbq was taking shape, he’d never admit it but he liked giving them. Going back in he grabbed the twelve pack and the hamburger patties. Kneeling down, he placed the bottles into the ice.

His fence door creaked, looking up he smiled. “Hey Lou, Shelly.” He smiled.

“Hey Fred.”

“Look who we grabbed and brought with us.” Lou, said with a twist of his mouth

Walter sheepishly came walking in.

“Good. Didn’t want to have to go and pick his ass up.” He gestured to the beers. “Make yourself comfortable.”

“Fred, want me to put the salad on the table or the refrigerator?” Shelly, Lou’s wife asked.

“Table is fine. If you want grab some dressings from the fridge.”

He looked up at the sky, it was a good day for the fourth. He ignited the coals, letting burn for a bit he finally placed some patties down. He sighed, as he watched them begin to sizzle.

He probably shouldn’t have invited Kandi, he really didn’t want to see her. But in case his mind wandered, he didn’t want to be caught drooling over you with one of your damn brothers here. God knows, what you’d be wearing.

******

He was flipping another around of burgers when heard of your arrival before he looked over his shoulder. Lou jumped up and introduced you to his wife.

So he decided to focus on the grill. Hesitantly, he glanced over his shoulder and saw that you were wearing one of those wispy little summer dresses. Damn it. Good thing Kandi would be here

“Fred.” He heard you, it caused a stirring in him. Why couldn’t he just be able to push you away. Something about you prickled his senses. It had only been a short while but you got to him. Yet another part of him was worried what if you just humored him. He was twice your age after-all. “I would like to introduce you to one of my brothers. This is Michael.”

He turned, and he smiled. You looked particularly pretty today, it stole his thoughts away. He was turning into a silly old man. “Michael?” He just couldn’t remember if you said marines or rangers, damn it what was he?You could see him trying to recollect, hav

“Hi sir.” He offered a hand. “I’m the marine.”

“Oh yes! Hi there pal.” He looked over and took his hand, shaking it. “Your baby sister…” He continued but then was cut off.

“Fred, honey I’ve made it.” Howled a woman, carrying a tray of some kind of jello dessert and waving with her free hand.

Inwardly, he turned cold. Did Kandi have to show up right now, he bit the inside of his cheek.

He knew the history she had with his friends. He wasn’t too keen on her, but he didn’t want to look like a fool because of you. As she closed the distance she wrapped an arm around him. Fred tried to maintain his smile.

He grew uncomfortable. Her perfume, made him wrinkle his nose. He didn’t want to be rude but damn, did she already have to try and kiss him. He moved away, there was no way he wanted that bubble gum pink lipstick on his face.

“Hi Kandi!” He managed politely enough as he moved his hand to her behind and gave her a hearty squeeze. He had heard stories from the boys. He tried not to shiver.

“Did you miss me?”

He winked. “Maybe. Anyway, I was talking to Y/N and her brother Michael, he’s a marine.”

“Oh, how rude of me.” She flashed a toothy smile your way. “Hi Y/N, you’re the new girl? Right?”

He smiled but cut in. “She’s the only girl, I allow.”

“I am still upset you won’t let me work at your bar.” Kandi stamped her foot.

“Because you would be too much of a sweet distraction.”

She giggled. “I guess so.”

He had to remember not to roll his eyes.

“See even now, I forgot what I was going to say.” He looked at you, then slid her a look. “You distracted me.”

You shrugged, now you were the one who looked between him and your brother. “Must not be terribly important.”

“I’ll remember.” He scratched the back of his head. “Well, back to grilling. “Burger? Michael, Y/N?”

“Yes, please.” You replied and your brother nodded.

“What about me?” Kandi pouted.

“I know you that you want a chicken patty.”

“Oh, right.” She swished and giggled. “I forgot.”

******

Glancing, over he saw you sitting off to the side, he had hoped you would have come to get your food. Since you didn’t he’d bring it to you. At least Kandi, gave him a bit of a break and was talking to the girl Abe brought with him.

As he neared, he saw that you were picking at the label. He wished you’d perk up. You had better be later he mused.

“I thought you were going to come back for your burger.”

He couldn’t resist rubbing your bare back. You smelled so good, you were a wonderful mix of perfume and suntan lotion. Everything that was nice about summer. He couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw you jump a little. He placed a plate in front of you.

“Easy.” You were as soft and smooth as he expected. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” A smirk curled his lips.

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch or was he just imagining it. Just as he had that. thought all hope dashed from him as you sat up straighter. “I forgot.” You said simply.

“With those two beers you can’t, I need you on top of your game tonight baby.”

You appeared to brighten. “I will be.” He liked how your eyes twinkled in the sun.

“Good.” He rubbed your back once more, he needed to feel you again. “Well, I better get back to the bbq.” He headed back to the grill.

******

“I thought this is what you wanted?” Her perfume was making him ill she rubbed up against him. Nothing about this was arousing.

“It is.” He gruffly said, grabbing Kandi by her hips he removed her from his lap. “Just not from you.”

“Hey…hey.” She wiggled in his grasp.

“Calm down, I’ll still pay.”

She snapped her gum. “You want it from the little chickie don’t you?”

He narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. “What are you talking about?” He reached into his back pocket for his wallet.

“The new girl.”

“No!” Her words hit him like a blow to his stomach.

“Oh so you’re gay then? That’s cool. I have someone for you.”

“No!”

“Oh, so it is her.” A wet chuckle came from Kandi.

“Not a word. I don’t need the fucking headaches.” He handed her the cash, she took it then stuffed it in her bra.

“Fine but you got it bad.” He tapped him on his chest.

“Nah.” He brushed her finger away. “She just has a better ass then you.” He snapped. He didn’t like talking to her about you.

“But I use mine, I’m sure she’ll never use hers.” A wet chuckle came her again.

He was annoyed now, before the night was over, everyone would fucking know. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He opened the door.

“You don’t have to lie, I saw how you looked at her. We know.” She pulled on her heels and lingered in the door way.

“Whatever. You can leave now.”

“You should tell her. You’d both be happier.”

He gave her a look, she snapped her gum and walked out.

******

Unscrewing a bottle to pour a round of shots, he noticed that there were no whispers among his friend. Perhaps, Kandi would keep her mouth shut.

Squinting, some light from the outside poured into the bar. As he saw you walk in; he swallowed hard. He didn’t think he could get aroused that fast. Fuck he was no damn teenager.

He would ignore it, he took a shot with the boys.

*****

At one point, you drew close as him. He inhaled deeply of your sweet scent. Just when, he didn’t think it could get better you leaned partially against him. “Happy Fourth of July, Fred this has been spectacular.”

You smiled up at him. Oh, how he wanted to keep you there, maybe even kiss you. You were so wonderfully soft. “Happy Fourth!” He smirked down at you.

Just as he began to enjoy the feel of your body, you fluttered off. Once again like some stupid randy teenager, he was aroused.

******

Finally, later into the night, well before midnight all of he gathered you all into the parking lot.

You came over and leaned gently against him. “Are those what I think they are?”

“Yup.” He winked at you. “I managed to grab some.” Fred smirked. “Now, everyone stand back.”

He snapped open his lighter and kneeling he quickly lit all the firecrackers. Stepping back fast, they all soon shot into the air and the night sky light up. All sorts of colors and booms filled their ears.

@dogmatic255 @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @bdffkierenwalker @underratedcharactersimagines @terra-713

#stephen lang #stephen lang imagine #stephen lang fanfiction #fred parras #stephen lang angst #fred parras angst #fred x parras x y/n #fred parras x you #fred parras x reader #vfw movie #vfw fanfiction #vfw #birthday shots #part 5

[snitches-at-dawn]

small talk || f.w.

request- hii! i wanna request a fred fic (its up to u if u want to put smuts in it or not) where fem!reader is with draco but she is fred’s ‘best mate’one night draco n fem!reader decided to go to a party then they had an angsty argument which leaves them hanging n frustrated. so fem!reader ditched draco n danced with the crowd until fred joins her. she then agreed w fred to make malfoy jealous by making out w him n kinda ends up w fred😋🥄🧁

a/n- HI WE’RE ASSUMING Y/N AND DRACO ARE IN FRED AND GEORGE’S YEAR, IE; TWO YEARS ABOVE HARRY AND THAT ASTORIA IS IN HARRY’S YEAR

DON’T COME AT ME THANKS.

i had sm fun writing this also i’m sorry it took me this long to get around to it, i had m a j o r writer’s block but now the juices are flowing again and i’m not the greatest w smut so i trIED but i failed

A BT IS A BAD TRIP

you and draco didn’t really have the healthiest relationship as fred never failed to point out. it was annoying because you knew he was right. the both of you had been together since the yule ball in your sixth year, bonding as saint potter tried not to die.

the both of you had started fighting alot in the last couple months- you wondered if it was a coincidence that your arguments and the amount of time draco spent with astoria greengrass both increased as your graduation date rolled around. at the end of the day, you were a halfblood from ravenclaw and he was a pureblood from slytherin- he’d probably end up with one of the greengrass sisters anyways.

didn’t matter. you leaned on fred.

fred.

your best friend from your second year at hogwarts when you knocked his twin off his broom in your first ravenclaw vs gryffindor match.

with a well aimed bludger, george fell to the ground and you were rewarded with a toothy smile from your captain, but your guilt ridden self trudged down to the hospital wing to apologise to george. before you could identify him however, a red blur marched upto you, “oi! where d’you get off on knocking george off his broom?” 

your brain took a minute to slot in the pre-existing information that george had a twin. you blinked and rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly, “yeah i’m sorry i was just nervous.”

the twin broke into a grin, “why would you be? he’s alright and that shot was amazing. i’m fred,” and he stuck his hand out at you.

you smiled too, “hi i’m y/n.”

george’s voice piped up from the back, “oi! i’m still injured!”

and with that bludger shot, a duo became a trio. you covered the boys’ asses when they were in trouble and they took you along on all their pranks- three masterminds were better than two.

“ms y/l/n! where are mr. weasley and mr. weasley?” sprout demanded of you in your third year after the pair of them had set off a dungbomb in greenhouse 2.

“erm i think they went that way,” you responded, pointed in opposing directions.

“which way did they go?” she demanded.

“who went which way?” you asked confused.

“the weasley twins!”

“where did they go?”

your class erupted in peals of laughter as you confused the small old professor. you saw the twins peeking around the wall as they watched the mayhem they created that you added to unfold and grin at you. you threw them a wink and turned back to your work.

over the years as george got more caught up in katie bell, you and fred spent more and more time together to the point where when the time rolled around for the yule ball in your sixth year(LOOK AT THE A/N THANKS), you and fred were peeking around the corner of a wall as george stutteringly asked katie bell out. as she smiled against his lips in assent, you turned to fred proudly.

“well that’s one of you sorted. now for you. who are you taking?”

fred just stared at you with a soft smile as he leaned one shoulder against the wall.

“what?” you asked blankly staring back.

“go with me,” he replied.

“huh.”

“go with me to the ball! it’s perfect! we already know everything about each other. it’s more convenience that anything- we won’t even have any awkward small talk!”

you snorted derisively, “that’s romantic,” and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“you want romance? down on a knee and everything?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“no- don’t- no. i have a date anyways,” you replied nervously.

“what? who? why haven’t you told me this already?”

“well because… it’s malfoy,” you said somewhat defensively.

fred laughed, “yeah okay.” you sighed, “no fred, it really is malfoy.”

“what?” his face morphed into one of anger, “you’re going with malfoy?”

“yeah. we’re partners in potions and we get along well enough so he asked me out to hogsmeade for that trip when you and george were fooling around in zonko’s.”

“are you going steady with him now?” he spat.

“no! we’re just… seeing how we like each other right now.”

“how many dates have you been on with him?”

“erm,” you replied, “maybe three or four?”

after a few moments of painful silence, “fred?”

“what?”

“are you mad?”

he looked at you sharply to which you continued, “i don’t know why you’d be mad- he’s never done anything to you but you seem mad.”

fred sighed, “no, i just... don’t get it. but i trust you so...”

you grinned, “alright so for you. how’s angelina johnson?”

the months flew in a blur of stolen kisses with draco in the safety of shadows and laughs with fred intermixed with charms essays, dada practice and triwizard tasks. suddenly you were standing in front of your mirror nervously adjusting your dress until your younger sister who was previously wistfully watching you get ready whining about how she wanted to come popped her head round the corner, “he’s here, y/n!”

you smirked at yourself in the mirror- you looked amazing even if you did say so yourself- and walked out of the entrance of the common room where you bumped into someone who steadied you before you could fall and ruin your hair.

“careful there, darling,” a smooth low voice came in your ear.

your eyes lit up as you linked your hands behind your boyfriend’s neck and played with the baby hairs at his nape, “hi, draco. you look good.”

“you’re saying that? i tripped into you as soon as i saw you.”

you laughed, “why’re you here? we said we’d meet at the great hall.”

he shrugged and bent down so he could murmur against your lips, “didn’t wanna wait any longer to meet you,” but before his lips could properly meet yours you heard a voice to your right.

“y/n?”

you sighed before you turned to face the voice. this wasn’t going to be fun for you. 

“hi, freddie.”

“malfoy,” he said curtly with a nod, “thought you were going to meet her at the entrance.”

draco put one hand in his pocket and the other around your waist, “decided to meet her here instead. problem?”

“why would i have a problem?” fred asked innocently.

“you just seem awfully interested in mine and y/n’s picking-dropping arrangements.”

“draco,” you cut in warningly.

“we had decided to walk down together and i didn’t know there was a change in plans.”

“fred,” you said equally firmly.

“why aren’t you walking with your date anyways?” draco sneered.

“she and her friends wanted to walk down together,” fred replied, getting dangerously close to draco now, his stance threatening.

you stepped away from draco and gripped fred’s forearm, “fred, calm down. i’ll meet you in the hall.”

he wrenched his arm out of your grip and walked away whistling.

unfortunately, this wasn’t the last of the fred vs. draco matches you had to referee. a year later, draco seemed to be fed up with fred and refused to be in the same room with him, expecting you to leave with him. unfortunately, fred felt the same. 

at some point then, draco just... backed off. his attention was slowly diverting to astoria greengrass. again, the both of you knew you’d never have a long term future together owing to your blood status’ but you never expected him to behave the way he was.

so you began to back off too and focused on your friendship with fred which these days was erm well, it wasn’t really a friendship anymore as much as it was a l o t of flirting. casually intentional brushes in charms and lingering eyes with a few more winks than were necessary. you were overthinking it like crazy but you were with draco- technically.

after yet another venomous hushed reparté in the corner of a party, you rolled your eyes at draco at the you-and-fred insinuation you were far too familiar with, shouted something at him, and marched to the alcohol section of the party. shooting down the punch reeking of giggle water, you winced and shook your head at the after taste. fred linked his arms around your waist from behind you- you’d recognise his scent anywhere- and you closed your eyes, leaning your head on his chest as he dropped a kiss to your head and murmured, “another fight?”

you sighed and turned to face him, “yeah. i’m so sick of fighting with him. i really did love him but i’m so tired of the accusations of you and i- i just can’t take it anymore.”

“did love him? past tense?” 

you shook your head, “i broke up with him.”

"for real?”

you put your head in your hands, “yeah. fuck it, let’s go dance. i’ll be nice and drunk in a few more minutes and i don’t want a bt.”

you lead fred to the dance floor, holding his hand and just... just lost yourself in the music so it was just you and the music. until suddenly, there was nothing but you and the music and fred.

fred’s hand landing on your waist.

moving to your torso.

holding your arms just below your shoulders.

your hands on his chest, your foreheads touching and breaths mingling.

time slowing as he put his hand on your neck and yours moved to his shoulder, the touches mixing with the alcohol making you heady.

“will you regret this tomorrow?” he asked you, stopping his lips a centimeter way from yours.

“will you?”

“definitely not,” he laughed, “but will you?”

“i don’t know, but i know this has been a long time coming.”

fred let out a low, rattling breath, “i’m so whipped for you, y/n, i’ll take my chances with that.”

you couldn’t even hear the music anymore, happily oblivious to the draco’s glare, george’s whoop, katie’s smirk and everyone else’s gasps. you lost yourself in fred’s arms.

when you finally leaned away, eyes still closed, breathing heaving and satisfied you heard his soft laugh.

“what?”

“nothing. you just look so zonked.”

“that happens when your best friend kisses you.”

“oi! you kissed me as much as i kissed you,” fred exclaimed, arms still linked around your waist.

“mmhm, doesn’t matter.”

“okay now will you finally go on a date with me?” he asked.

“well alright.”

“‘well alright’? are you joking?”

you smirked at him, repeating his exact words to you from over a year ago, “it’s more convenience that anything- we won’t even have any awkward small talk.”

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[kylos]

i was asked to make some fic recs of stuff i’ve been reading since tros dropped but since tumblr has a glitch where i can’t add a “read more” cut in asks, i decided to make it a separate post because i have a LOT. all of them are rated E except for like, three lmao and they’re mostly modern au ones with some fix-its thrown in. i’ll put two of my favorites outside of a cut and the rest after it.

(won’t you let me) walk you home from school by somethingdifferent modern au. ongoing. ben and rey are co-workers at a private school. rey as a elementary school art teacher is SO CUTE. her and ben have a slow burn enemies to lovers situation going on and god, what can i say about this fic. one of THE BEST reylo fics i’ve ever read. incredibly in character. you know those fics that are so enthralling that they draw you in and you realize like 3 hours later that you’ve read the whole thing? this fic is one of those stories. it reels you in. and REY. i hate fics that are like, “she’s so plain and mousy and ordinary and lanky” like, NO. i love that this author characterizes her as the vibrant, sweet, radiant person she is. and ben’s deadpan humor in this is amazing. he’s got it so bad for rey but he’s such a self-sabotaging goof. just, god. i can’t stress enough how amazing of a fic this is. a must read. and if you love what we do in the shadows, read somethingdifferent’s cracky wwdits x reylo crossover oneshot - it’s hilarious

a place to go by delia-pavorum (literaryminded) modern au. bit of a slow burn. ben and rey are strangers and accidentally both end up at luke’s cabin during xmas vacation because luke, a fellow teacher at rey’s school lends it to her for the holiday and a certain grumpy tol nephew of his happens to drop by thinking it’s vacant. they get snowed in. [in bill hader’s stefan voice] this fic has everything: bed sharing, an enemies-to lovers dynamic, slow dancing to frank sinatra, snark, british!rey and ben finding her accent adorable, ben reading jane austen to a sick rey, smut, and fluff. another one of the best reylo fics i’ve ever read in the past 5 years i’ve been a shipper. it’s so well written and it made me cry with how moved i was by it. i stayed up all night reading all 8 chapters it was that good.

the man, the stallion, and the wind by voicedimplosives modern au. i love this fic so, so, so much. rey picks up a hitchhiking ben and they have to hang out in her trailer while the winter storm calms down. so fluffy and smutty i love it so much. their characterizations are perfect. definitely a fic that i’m gonna come back to read over and over again.

between two lives by neonheartbeat modern au. rey’s a model and her car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and she stays with mechanic ben solo while her car gets worked on. SUCH a good fic. the build up to their relationship is *chefs kiss* and the smuttttt. amazing. and i was not prepared for all the feels.

carve your name upon my heart by TourmalineGreen modern au and 3 chapters. one of the most unique fics i’ve ever read. it actually got me really emotional and i like, hardly ever cry reading fics. rey’s an artist that creates a sculpture (ben) that comes to life. such a beautiful fic, i absolutely adore it.

big dick problems by TourmalineGreen modern au. rey and ben are co-workers at a book store and ben being a kind of aloof person, rey thinks he hates her (she’s wrong ofc asdklfjsd). anyway one day at work she sees that he was browsing the r/bigdickproblems subreddit on his phone aaaand i won’t say more. seriously, go read this. it’s SUCH a good fic, ben & rey are so in character and it’s a good plot.. it’s one of those fics that i’m definitely gonna come back to re-read a bunch of times.

rebel side of heaven by jeeno2 modern au. ben and rey are friends, but i guess they’re more so acquaintances in the same friend group. ben’s a virgin and rey offers to teach him about sex but unbeknownst to her, ben’s got a massive crush on her 😏

tattooed heart by KyloTrashForever modern au. one of the best modern au fics i’ve ever read. i stayed up all night reading it, it was soooo good. just. the smut, the fluff. i can’t recommend it enough. the description: “ Rey Johnson has found herself down on her luck lately. A week long vacation to Hawaii for her best friend’s destination wedding should be just the thing she needs, only her day has been hell. Hell, her year has been hell. When the hot bartender with that fucking mouth makes her an enticing proposition, she finds herself unable to refuse. Besides, it isn’t as if she’ll ever see him again...”

sealed to me by glittergothh canonverse and takes place after tlj. this could serve as a tros fix it tbh because it’s like it’s own movie. i love the plot and ben & rey are so in character. the knights of ren actually play an integral part in this. love the finn/ben interactions.

love like ghosts by Yours_Truly_Commander_Shepard canonverse. my favorite tros fix-it fic so far. features the world between worlds, ezra, ahsoka, and anakin. rey goes back in time to save ben. and the scene where rey visits ben on mustafar 👀🔥 LORD. i LOVE this so much and it was just what i needed to read after the train wreck that was tros.

I've Got You, Babe by crossingwinter modern au. oneshot. a REALLY cute t-rated fic about ben taking care of rey after she gets the flu :’)

charcoal and petals by Hormonal_Trashbag modern au. a really sweet tattoo artist/flower shop worker fic that i really enjoyed! i’m a sucker for this trope because of abigeyedowl’s gorgeous tattoo-artist!ben and florist!rey art tbh

9 Pints by tigbit modern au. ben’s a vampire. oh my god this fic is amazing. it’s still ongoing but some of the best smut i’ve EVER read. a bit of a slow burn but man. it’s so good.

miles from where you are by Mooncactus modern au. i hardly EVER read anything under M but this has to be one of THE best reylo fics i’ve ever read. their characterizations, the slow burn, oh my god. it’s SO good and funny and fluffy. enemies to lovers perfection. the description: “After an argument over Star Wars fandom with a "gatekeeping, entitled monster" with the cryptic username of KyloRen, Rey finds herself stuck in a series of unavoidable video calls.”

saving mr. wanks by LovesBitca8 modern au. oneshot. rey catches ben in the act of uh, wanking off in the men’s restroom lmfaooo. it’s rare when a fic actually makes me like cry of laughter and this fic was hilarious. and the SMUT oh my god. so good.

auld lang syne by KyloTrashForever modern au. oneshot. ben and rey are roommates. ben keeps getting text messages from an unknown number with uh, explicit pictures and he eventually accuses rey of sending them to him ASLKDFJSD. i won’t say more because i don’t wanna spoil it but i love this fic sm.

bliss, balance and birth by crossingwinter canonverse. oneshot. ben teaches their daughter how to read. this is SO cute and just what i needed to read after tros.

gorgeous by Ever-so-reylo (Ever_So_Reylo) modern au. ben and rey are co-workers and they end up having to go on a company retreat. enemies to lovers perfection

caught in the headlights by jeeno2 modern au. twoshot. “Rey Johnson forgets to wear a bra to work. Fortunately, nobody notices. (Except for Ben Solo.)” 😏

transference by fear_of_being_bitten modern au. ongoing. rey is ben’s psychologist so this is definitely a taboo fic but GOD the tension between them is like no other fic i’ve read. ben’s an asshole with this air of bravado about him because he’s trying to cover up his insecurities and rey is having none of his shit no matter how much he tries to push her buttons. it’s so well written and another one of the best reylo fics i’ve read. i’m so eager for each update to the fic. here’s an excerpt:

“So you enjoy controlling powerful women,” Rey repeats, making her voice sound uninterested.  She takes notes, although it’s unlikely she’ll forget a word of what he’s saying.  It gives her an excuse to look away from him.

“I do.  But it’s not the taking of the control that I like.  I’m big enough that I can take whatever I want.”

me when i read that:

aaaand that’s it for now. i’m still continuing to read fic like every day since i got laid off (thanks covid lmao) so feel free to hit me up in a few weeks or months or whatever and i’ll share more of my fave fics <3

#reylo #fic recs #*

[peterthepark]

Cold as Ice

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Billy just doesn’t understand why you’re so cold to him. He becomes desperate to warm you up. But, the killer heat of Hawkins combined with a stupid school project gives him the chance to know what’s truly underneath all that ice.

Warnings: cursing, smut, sExUal tenSion, some angst, some fluff, LOTS OF SIN

A/N: Definitely my filthiest fic at the moment, enjoy!

“You’re my partner.”

You look up from the register, hands on your hips as you stare at Billy Hargrove with a blank, unamused expression. There are a few people behind him, arms crossed against their chests - Tommy, Carol, and some other bimbo.

Funnily, you realize that they all resemble a group of poodles.

Cute.

Billy raises his eyebrows at you, smacking his gum as he impatiently awaits for a response. You glance at the folder that he slaps down onto the counter, knowing exactly what it contains.

“Hm, didn’t think you guys were recruiting for the next douchebag of Hawkins High. Are these the applications?” You finally pick up the folder, skimming through the thick pages of paper with a toothy smirk. “To be honest, I consider myself more of a bitch than a douchebag. Isn’t that right, Harrington?”

You chuckle devilishly as you hand Steve a couple dollars, who snickers at the interaction. Billy seems confused, but by the way he clenches his jaw and barely blinks, you can tell you’ve also hit a spot.

“Looks like I’ve won the bet, Y/N. Fuck, yeah! Robin! I told you I would win!” Steve runs into the back room of Scoops Ahoy, waving the dollar bills at his friend.

You turn back to Billy, re-adjusting the hat on your head. “Now, can I get you something, pool boy?” You lean over, hands splayed onto the cool marble of the counter.

“Did you not pick up on what I just said? I’m asking you to be my partner for the project. No, I’m picking you to be my partner.” Billy tries to keep a steady voice, but you easily catch the deep breath he takes between his words. His ‘friends’ are whispering behind him, exchanging dirty looks.

“Well, I’m actually not allowed to have personal conversations with customers right now,” Billy scoffs, tugging his lip between his teeth. “And so, if you aren’t ordering ice cream, then be my guest, and leave. I’ve got a few angry customers to deal with if you can’t tell.” He follows your pointed gaze, and surely enough, the line behind him is fairly long - filled with crying kids and irritated parents. “Come back later? Or never at all?”

Billy groans, pacing in short steps. He knows you’ll come around. They always come around.

You truly are a bitch.

Yet, somehow, Billy waits till the end of your shift to speak with you - hopefully in a more private spot and in a less aggressive manner.

You roll your eyes when you see him, sitting by the table nearest to the register. He seems to be alone, yet it annoys you even more.

“I don’t wanna be your partner, Hargrove. Is that not clear?” Your eyes follow him as he stands up. He’s much taller than you, so you can only send him an intimidating glare in hopes of scaring him away. “Pick someone else. And let me give you a hint - it’s not me.”

Billy inhales deeply, before a small smile forms on his face. He grabs your arm before you can walk away, hoping that he can win you over with his charm. But he knows he has to put away his pride to do so.

“Sweetheart, I really need help with this project. You’re the smartest girl in our class, and if you can’t tell, I hang around a bunch of dumbasses.”

Oh, so this is why he was alone. So he could talk crap about his shitty friends.

Billy continues, smile never wavering. He still has his hand wrapped around your arm, holding you in place as he speaks by your ear. “And anyways, it’s already set in stone. I asked Mrs. Johnson if I could pair up with you. She thought it was a great idea. Guess we’re in this together now, huh?”

He harshly pushes the folder of papers into your chest, letting go of your arm.

“What? You can’t do that!”

But he certainly did do that. Because when you storm into Mrs. Johnson’s classroom on one Monday morning, she’s rambling over how excited she is to have you and Billy working together.

“But Mrs. Johnson, I never agreed to this. How is this fair?” You whine, waving the folder around with wide eyes.

“Miss Y/N, you’ll be doing Billy a huge favor by helping him. He isn’t failing, but he is struggling. He could most definitely use your help.”

Despite all the complaining, Mrs. Johnson doesn’t allow you to pick anyone else. To her convenience, you and Billy are the only ones who haven’t had a designated partner - and now, you really don’t have a choice.

-

The next week, Billy is back in Scoops Ahoy. He can see your snarl from the other side of the mall. He’s got you trapped in cage, and he knows you’re having a hard time trying to adapt to it.

“I knew that he’d pick you.” Steve says through a mouthful of banana, hitting you in the face with its peel. “I mean, you’re the only girl - besides Robin - who hasn’t given into him. He’s probably just trying to cross off your name on his list.”

“He has a list?” You gag dramatically, protesting as Robin pushes you jokingly.

“Dude, Y/N, he’s literally coming over here.” She points at Billy, who actually is coming over.

“I don’t care. Change spots with me. Steve! Robin!” You shout, pulling at the ends of your hair as they run into the back room, locking the door behind them. “Screw you both!”

You turn around, meeting eyes with the damned Billy Hargrove. You fake a smile. If this was a cartoon, steam would certainly be coming out from your ears.

“Bad day?” Billy pouts mockingly at you. His hands rest inside the pockets of his jeans, eyes looking over your angry state. “Should I come back or....”

“Actually, no. But you know what?” You slide yourself over the counter, brushing away at the lint that has accumulated on your blue shorts. “I’m not doing this stupid project alone. You’re staying here till my shift is over. And when it is, you’re gonna drive your ass to my house, where the both of us can work on it. Together. Happy now, douchebag?”

Your breath is almost minty, and somehow feels cool against Billy’s skin. He steps back with a cocky grin, raising his hands as if he were surrending to you.

But he wasn’t surrendering.

“You just gave Team Hargrove one point. But Team Y/L/N? Zero.” Billy snaps with a flash of his pearly whites. He crouches down to your height, hands resting on his thighs. He knows that he is pissing you off. “I’ll see you when you’re done.” Then, you cross your arms at him, nose pointing up as he stands to full height. His eyes flicker down to your lips. “And honestly? I think I’m more of a dick than a douchebag.”

You want to slap the stupid grin of his face. But you don’t. You don’t know the real reason behind it, but you try to convince yourself as to why.

Because it’s against company policy?

Steve and Robin poke their heads out of the other room, coming out when Billy cockily walks away from you. You’re still standing there, eyes narrowed and face drawn into a look of displeasure.

“Should we not bother her?” Steve whispers, elbowing Robin. “I kinda don’t wanna get yelled at right now.”

“No, no, Steve. She’s hotter when she’s angry. Trust me.”

“Guys!” You scoff at them. She laughs at the sudden smile on your face, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“I mean, she’s not wrong, Y/N.” Steve shrugs before taking your place at the register. “You’re pretty hot, I guess.”

“Oh, stop it, Harrington. I’m out of your league.” You wink at him, hopping back over the counter.

You let out an exasperated breath when Robin tells you to sort out the shipments in the back. You push the back door open, groaning audibly when you see the tall stack of cardboard boxes. There’s a clipboard on the table in the middle of the room, and you read over it lazily before you begin to sort through the deliveries.

No one really knows why you despise Billy. Not Steve, not Robin, not anyone. It seems as if you had woke up, saw him, and decided that he was someone you disliked.

That was partly true.

But in detail, you did dislike - or hate, whichever was fitting based on your mood - Billy for a few things.

You never understood his sudden popularity, or the sex appeal he carried along with him. You never understood the hair, the smoking, the people he hung around, or the recklessness and the partying.

You just didn’t get it. You didn’t get why people would waste their time around him, when clearly, he wasn’t grateful for any of it.

Maybe your hatred of him spiraled from insecurity.

He had everything. He was popular and easy on the eyes. He was charming and fun. You’d never admit it out loud, but he truly seemed like a good guy, underneath that whole douchebag act of his.

You were nothing alike. Or so you thought.

-

“Honey! There’s someone here for you!” Your mother calls out from the bottom of the stairs, a slight smirk on her face when she realizes how handsome your guest is. You come barreling down the stairs, feet heavy and frowning deeply when you see who’s sitting on the sofa.

“Billy.”

“Y/N!” He comes to meet you, pulling you into an embrace. Your reaction is one of utter shock, because suddenly, all you can smell is expensive cologne and the faint scent of cigarettes. “Your mother was just asking me if we wanted to join her for lunch.”

“Oh. Uh, thank you, but we have to work on a project, Mom.” You send Billy a look, clearing your throat when you see his lips twitch upwards. “We’ll be upstairs.”

Your mom disappears into the living room, giving you both a second glance and a knowing look as you jog up the stairs.

“How do you know where I live?”

“That little girl from the mall? I think she’s Sinclair’s sister. Bought her some ice cream when I saw it fall, she just returned the favor.”

Erica. Damn it.

“Okay, well, I didn’t think you’d be here so soon.” You complain, running your hands through your hair, damp from a shower. Billy follows you into your bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He takes in the sight, something he wouldn’t expect from someone like you. There are various posters plastered onto your soft pink walls - band posters, movie posters, and he huffs at the one of a shirtless man. There’s a record player on top of your bookcase, where you stand, occupied as you flip through your vinyls. “What’s your cup of tea? Queen? The Beatles? Metallica? Foreigner?”

“I really don’t care.” He scoffs, licking his lips as he takes a seat on your bed.

Foreigner it is, then.

“And I really don’t want you on my bed. Get off, Hargrove.” You throw a paper ball at him, hiding the smile on your face when he doesn’t dodge it in time. “Thought you played basketball. What happened to those reflexes?”

With a dramatic eye roll, Billy tosses the ball into the trash, sliding off of the bed and onto the floor instead. You grab the project folder from your study table, sitting down across from him. You’re reading through the directions when Billy starts to light a cigarette.

And you gasp - really loud. “Billy! No! None of that in here.” You take the cigarette from his lips, his coughs fading in the background as you throw it out your window. “Are you crazy?”

“I just wanted a smoke!”

“Yeah?! Then not in here!” You shake your head at him, handing him a sheet of paper as you calm down. “Your turn to read, asshole.”

Your head begins to become fuzzy as Billy’s fingers brush against yours when he grabs the paper.

He reads, voice soft and surprisingly enthusiastic - if he didn’t act like such a dumbass, you’d think he was somewhat intelligent.

(However, you know he is intelligent - somewhere in that douchebag brain of his - though, that’s one of the things you could never admit to anyone).

The room is suddenly blazing hot, uncomfortably warm despite the numerous open windows. The air conditioning isn’t enough, and you’re silently cursing as you feel sweat build up among your skin. You’re fanning yourself, swallowing as you notice the bead of sweat that rolls down the side of Billy’s forehead.

“God damn, it’s hot.” Billy curses, unable to continue reading with how tight his chest feels. He tugs at the collar of his shirt, hoping he could get some sort of air.

“Our air conditioning sucks.” You push your hair back, “Summer’s coming.”

Billy nods in agreement, picking up from where he had left off.

Maybe it’s just the heat, but suddenly, you start to space out.

Your eyes focus on the rise and fall of Billy’s tan chest, how his skin glows with sweat, and how his muscles flex under that shirt of his.

Oh, wow.

“Y/N? Did you hear me?” You snap out of your trance. “Hope you haven’t passed out.” He sets the paper down, leaning back against your bed frame.

“Huh? Sorry, I - I was distracted.”

Don’t let your guard down.

“I was asking which part you wanted to do.”

“Uh, whichever one is the hardest. I can take it.”

And Billy stops breathing. Maybe because there’s some sort of - sexual - euphemism in that sentence, but also because he’s noticing how flushed you look: cheeks red, skin glistening, breaths heavy. Your hair sticks to your arms, resting on the tops of your knees. But then, he sees this look in your eyes.

It’s not the normal glare he gets. But your eyes are softer, less intense, more - was that longing?

You’re just staring at him, lips slightly parted as your eyes quickly drop down to the floor.

“Unless, um, you want the harder part then you can have it, I guess.” You pipe up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You’re avoiding his gaze, and Billy isn’t sure that he recognizes this Y/N.

Did he win you over yet? That easily?

“Here, you can look over it with me again.” Billy scoots beside you, his denim-clad thigh pressed up against your bare one. His breaths are even, blowing over your hands as you hold up the paper. “I was thinking I could do the research on the biographical context and symbolism, and...” He glances over to you, eyes trailing over the expanse of your neck. Your jaw is tightly clenched, but you don’t meet his stare. “... and then, maybe you could do the overall analysis. Or we could do it differently, if this way doesn’t meet your standards, princess.” His voice is low, a sultry tone laced subtly in his words. He peeks his tongue out to lick his lips, and you look over at that exact moment.

Aw, shit. You wouldn’t give up that easily, would you?

He’s not the only one that can play this game.

“No, I like your idea. We can do that.” You turn to him, hair slightly hitting him in the face. You pucker your bottom lip slightly, rolling it between your teeth as you pass him the paper back.

“Is it getting hot in here?”

Not this line.

“Nope, just you.” You let out a sharp exhale, reading over more of the project.

“Whew. I gotta take off my shirt.”

“Excuse me?” Your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull, causing you to drop your pencil. But it’s too late once Billy is pulling his shirt over his head. “Hey!”

Though, he wears a tank top underneath.

And honestly, you’re kind of disappointed.

Wait, what?

He hurls the shirt towards your bed, running his hands through his messy curls. His arms look even bigger, and you can see the faint outline of his abs through the thin, white material. You catch the tattoo on his upper bicep, and you have to put a hand to your mouth from saying anything - now this was ruining you.

Don’t give in.

“Like what you see, Y/L/N?” He flexes his arms in a subtle manner, biting down harshly on his lip. He grunts as he leans over to pick up your pencil, handing it to you. “Didn’t mean to make you drop this.”

Yeah. Apology accepted. Jerk.

“If this is your way of seducing me, it isn’t working.” You cross your ankles over each other, shaking your head at Billy.

He laughs, running his hand through his hair. “And why would I want to seduce you, Y/N?”

The question does sting, but it doesn’t change the fact that his face is literally inches away from yours.

You aren’t done playing the game.

“Oh, I don’t know, Billy. Maybe because I’m the only girl on that - that list of yours that you haven’t yet crossed out? Or is it because you’ve fucked all the pretty girls at school and you’ve finally come to the realization that you’d rather fuck someone with a bit of brains?”

Billy hums with a slow, antagonistic nod, tongue poking out from the corner of his lips. He abruptly stands up, turning up the volume on your record player. He’s dancing. But the bitter look on his face is all you can focus on. You stand up as well, pouting as you lower the volume of the music. It’s a back and forth between you, Billy, and the music.

“The problem with pretty girls, Y/N...” He starts between breaths, still dancing as you stand ahead of him - not happy. “... is that they can’t tell when a guy is no longer interested in them. They got the looks, but no brain.” He chuckles, parting his lips as he taps the side of his head. “And the girls that do have brains? They also got a problem. They’re smart, sure, but they just don’t know when to quit being a bitch.”

That’s when he turns up the music to full volume, hooting in your face as he dances even more.

This was Billy Hargrove at his finest.

“We’re never gonna get this project done if you keep thinking with your dick instead of your head, asshole.” You almost growl. You’re fuming now.

He really knows how to piss a girl off, huh?

“You ever had a boyfriend, Y/N?”

No. Never.

“Yeah, I have. Why?” You gulp, pushing past Billy. You sit down on your bed, continuing on writing your analysis for the project.

“What was his name?”

“Uh - It was - It’s Steve.”

What are you doing?

“You dated Harrington? King Steve?” He slowly stops dancing, panting loudly as he looks down at you.

“Dating him, actually.”

Oh, God.

“Huh. You ever had sex with him?”

“Hargrove, this is getting a little personal.” You chuckle nervously.

“Is that a... no?” He crouches down in front of you, eyes blinking at you. He’s catching on. Surely, you weren’t this good of a liar. “I’ll take that as a no. Must suck, yeah? Harrington doesn’t know how to handle a woman like you. Poor Y/N. You just want a little lovin’ from King Steve...”

His thumb hooks itself under your chin.

And his blue eyes are almost hypnotizing.

“Are you really dating Steve Harrington? ‘Cause you seem a lot out of his league. You’re not even in the ballpark, baby.”

His big hand cups your jaw, fingers rubbing against your skin. Somehow, his hands are freezing - despite the hundred degree weather.

“I have a... boyfriend.”

Billy knows you’re lying now.

“Why are you so cold to me, Y/N?” His eyes are fixed on your lips, flickering up to you when you speak.

“I don’t know. Why are you such a douchebag?”

“Sure. I’m a dick, but you - you’re somethin’ else. You are mean. Steve seems a little soft for someone as headstrong as you.” He shrugs animatedly, “Maybe you’re looking for a - a... thrill.”

“What do you want from me?” You scoff at him.

“I think I know why you hate me.” You hold your breath as he continues, “We’re more alike than you think we are.”

“Yeah? I’d like to hear it, then.”

Deathmatch.

“We both crave something more. Most people go after someone with a little... heat to their name, but us? We thrive in the cold.”

“You’re wrong.” You shake your head at him.

“Then why am I still touching you?” He stands, hands leaving your jaw.

No, come back.

“Billy, this - this isn’t-“

“Surely, your boyfriend wouldn’t like the way I was touching you, wouldn’t he? What’s Steve gonna do if he finds out? Fight me?”

“Steve’s not my boyfriend! Fine! You win!” You explode, rising to your feet.

And it all comes rushing back to you.

You both really are alike.

“You see it now, don’t you? All this competing, this - this fighting, we clash because we’re the same. And it scares you. Because who would’ve thought you had something in common with the douchebag from school, huh?”

He takes a step closer to you. And you do the same to him.

“Smart girls need attention, too.” He says softly, leaning in to whisper at your ear. “But you... you’ve been looking for someone who’s as cold as you. And I respect that, Y/N.”

You make the mistake of locking eyes with him when he pulls back.

“I’m way out of Steve’s league.”

You look down at his plump lips, glancing at how his neck bobs when he pushes your hair behind your shoulder.

There’s an unfamiliar feeling that sparks in your chest when Billy’s fingers trail past your collarbone.

“Can I kiss you now? Because all this tension might give me high blood pressure.” He smirks at you.

You don’t reply.

But you do lean forward, on the tips of your toes, mashing your lips against Billy’s. Your hands are cool against his shimmering skin.

The kiss isn’t sweet, but fueled with fire and pent-up anger. Billy is fast enough to show you that he really wants you, but at the same time, he’s slow, wanting to prove to you that you aren’t just another name on his so-called ‘list.’

You don’t give a shit about winning anymore.

Stubble tickles your cheeks as Billy moves to kiss your neck.

“This doesn’t... this doesn’t change the fact that I still hate you...” You breathe raggedly, screwing your eyes shut at how his mouth feels on your neck.

He tugs at the straps of your tank top, pulling it over your head as he hoists you up into his arms. Your legs wrap around his hips, and you can feel the tightness form in his jeans.

“God, you’ve been such a bitch to me for the past week.” He moans into your skin, pressing you up against your bedroom door as he uses one hand to hold you, and the other to unclasp your bra. You let out a choked moan, only for Billy to place his hand over your mouth. “Don’t forget that your mama is downstairs. What would she think if she saw me doing this to her daughter?”

You bite at his hand, smiling as he groans pleasurably at the sensation.

He’s so rough, but you’re enjoying it.

Billy swivels on the heels of his shoes, laying you down onto your bed as he kisses down your torso. His saliva sticks to your skin, and he chuckles when he watches you arch your back into him. Your hand reaches for his, and he doesn’t pull away - despite how intimate the action is for him.

Billy Hargrove doesn’t hold hands with flings.

That’s how he really knows you aren’t one of them.

“B-Billy...” You gasp as his lips pass over your breasts, his hands cupping and kneading them softly.

He reaches up to kiss you again, whispering, “This isn’t your first time, right?”

You shake your head, “No, no.”

“Okay.” He nods with a grin, taking off his top. “But no one is ever gonna make you feel this good.”

He groans as you crawl to the edge of the bed, playing with him through his jeans. You glance up at him innocently, his fingers card through your hair. You leave short kisses on his abs, slowly making your way up to his neck. You suck and lick at it, surely leaving a prominent mark there. He pulls out his belt, flinging it onto the floor as you unbutton his jeans for him.

He licks his lips, pushing you back down onto the bed. You scoot over, making room for him as he takes off your shorts. You chuckle when he moans at the sight of lace.

“Didn’t know you were wearing those.” He says, obviously surprised as he wraps his fingers around the waistband, letting it snap against your skin. You gasp, letting his hands wander over your back.

“Just be glad I’m letting you see them.”

He flips you over so that you’re on your knees, ass in his face as he pulls the lace panties past your ankles.

You bite back a loud moan. His face and his mouth is down there and you swear you’ve entered heaven itself.

Hell was too hot for the both of you, anyways.

He hums against you, the vibrations nearly sending you over the edge as he toys with you in places you didn’t even know existed. He pulls away, causing you to whimper.

But as you look back at him, the sight is enough to make you cum. His boxers are nowhere to be seen, and instead, he’s touching himself, grinning as he sees the dumbfounded expression on your face.

“You’re okay with this?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows. You’re shaking your head. “I need to hear it out loud.” He kisses your lower back, hands caressing your ass.

“Yes. Please.”

“Condom?”

You wink, rubbing yourself against him. “On the pill.”

Billy lets out a moan, chuckling. “Mm, that’s my girl.”

You hold back a breath as he pushes himself into you. He’s huge, and it stings with how much he’s stretching you out. You let out a sob of pleasure, hand coming to touch Billy’s upper thigh.

“Slow?” He asks, voice gruff as he bottoms out. You’re sure that he’s as deep as possible, but part of you longs for him to go even deeper.

“No, fast.”

Billy pulls out, only to slam back in. His movements are quick, hips thrusting at a rapid pace. You’re moaning, falling into the mattress with how good he feels inside you.

“Holy fuck!” He grunts as he leans over you, hand coming to rest by your face. He outstretches his fingers, and you take his hand into yours. “Y/N...”

“We have to - to be quiet...” You moan once more, throwing your head back as his arm wraps around your stomach, pulling you closer to him.

He pounds into you, grunting as silently as possible. You can feel the heat radiating off of him.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me.” He cries out, taking a fistful of your hair. You yelp out of surprise when he gently pulls you back.

You liked that.

“D-do that again.” You stutter, mumbling incoherent words when he repeats the action.

The record player still plays music.

And you’re so grateful that it’s loud enough to silence the filthy sounds between you and Billy.

Thank God for that.

But this... this was a whole new level of sinful.

Billy brings a hand to touch your throat. And you nod in approval, shutting your eyes when you feel the pads of his fingers tighten around your airway. He’s still soft and cautious, but the way he was fucking you was enough to send you into overdrive.

Your hand comes up from the bed, jaw hanging open in utter bliss as you flex your fingers. “I’m gonna cum. Billy, holy, I-“

“C’mon, baby.” Thrust. “I’m right there...” Thrust. “...With you.”

You’re cumming.

Your legs are shaking and you feel the wave of heat fall over your body like a spell. Billy follows shortly, groaning sinfully as he buried himself inside you. He pulls out, pumping himself as he lets himself go onto your body. You feel the warm drops of his cum drizzle across your back and over your ass, trickling down your thighs and between your legs before you fall onto the bed.

“Oh, my god.” You sigh, curling up. Billy falls beside you, eyes studying your features for any sign of pain or sadness.

“Was that okay?”

“I just had sex with Billy Hargrove. Oh, my-“ Your hand comes up to massage your temples.

He chuckles.

“And I just had sex with you, so I guess we’re pretty even.” He states, kissing your neck one last time.

He’ll give it to you.

You both win.

But who said that the game would be over?

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“Here’s the project, Mrs. Johnson.” You smile respectfully, exchanging glances with Billy as you hand her the folder. Her eyes bounce from you both, hands sorting through the papers of the project.

“This looks good.” She nods, eyebrows raised when she finds the part that Billy had worked on. “Wow, Y/N must’ve been a great help to you, Billy.”

“Yeah. She helped me a lot.”

Billy links his pinky with yours under the table, where your thigh rests against his. His fingers come to toy with the hem of your skirt, and his touch: cold.

“Well, I might say that this project deserves an A. It looks very well-planned and thought out.” She takes off her reading glasses, placing them carefully on her desk as she re-organizes your papers. “How would you feel about an extra credit project, Billy? Just to boost your grade a little more before the year ends?”

You and Billy share a knowing grin.

It’s wicked.

It’s spiteful.

It’s cold as ice.

But there’s an inextinguishable heat that lingers between the two of you.

“As long as Miss Y/N can be of help to me.” He flashes a charming smile, hands coming up to rest on the wooden desk.

“Of course, Mr. Hargrove.”

You shut the door of the classroom behind you, following Billy into the bustling hallway towards the cafeteria.

He turns to you and winks as he rounds the corner, denim jacket slung over his shoulder.

“See you later, partner.”

“Later, douchebag.”

Oh, how you loved the cold.

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Sibling Duty (Platonic)

Daisy Johnson x female reader imagine where Reader was on the team before Daisy showed up and the two instantly felt a connection upon meeting, so in season 2 when Ward takes Skye to see her father, Cal tells her about her older sister and shows her a picture of Reader?

TW - Mentions of abuse and rape

Skye could not speak. She only looked at her father, at the news he told her. She was expecting anything but that. This had then led to the room being silent. Cal looked between the two of you with slight hurt in his eyes; that hurt then gave way to rage.

“Oh, you didn’t know.” He said, bitterly.

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You had jointed SHIELD as soon as you could. You wanted nothing more than to do some good in this world. So, that was had led you to doing what you had to make it through to being an actual agent.

A shaky upbringing at numerous homes never really taught you how to live. Never taught you how to have connections with people. To you, those connections would just cease to exist soon, anyway. So, if that was the way it was always going to go, why bother trying to carve them in the first place?

Phil Coulson had been someone that had you on his mind when he was told to create a team that could be sent around the world where needed for SHIELD.

So, after getting himself a pair of science best friends who stuck together through thick and thin. He then sighted you out. However, you were not with anyone in the cafeteria; in fact, you weren’t anywhere that held anyone else.

It was odd, as this was normally were, he could find anyone he needed to find for any reason.

Finally, he looked up your living place. Once he did, he went to find it.

It was quiet; but once he knocked, he heard shuffling. He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering just why it had been so quiet inside the room.

You opened the door, revealing to the man a version of you that was slightly tired. You immediately tried to sober up when you saw who it was, however.

“Agent Coulson, sir. What brings you here?” You asked, trying to put on a friendly voice. Your slight shift you are in your eyes from side to side, however, showed you nervousness at doing this wrong.

“Y/N, I’m here to talk to you about a team I’m putting together.” You cocked your head to the side as you fully took his words.

He was putting a team together….and he wanted…you?

“Can I ask why me, sir?” you asked, “Not that I’m not grateful,” You said as you caught yourself, “Just….I’m not exactly the best when it comes to teams….or friends…or –”

“Yeah, I did hear about the fight in the cafeteria last week. Despite it being a fight, I do have to commend you on sticking up for the guy.” He complimented you. You shrugged, trying to play it off that it is nothing and that the compliment wasn’t necessary.

He just watched you closer. He had only read what was available of your past; they found you on the streets. More importantly, he had. So, he had always watched over you in any way he could.

“Yeah, well, guys were being assholes. SHIELD let those guys in, so I stood up for what SHIELD is; for anyone that wants to try and to right be a world that does nothing but wrong them.” He narrowed his eyes a little at your pessimism.

He knew that your past would have jaded you. In a way, it was kind of refreshing to have someone speak their mind and not flash the normal happy-go-lucky. This would not be a happy life once it got going.

But he then saw the thing you were not doing. The part you were not saying. He finally got the reason you shrugged the compliment off.

“You did good, standing up for them.” He said again, to make sure.

“Kid needed someone. Didn’t want him to end up like me.” You sighed, awkwardly looking away as you said those words.

“You know caring isn’t a sin, right?”  You only scoffed at his words. It did hurt a little that it was your reaction, but he only waited for your next words.

“Is that what this is really about? Because you care?” Ok, that one hurt. But he styled it through.

“Part,” He admitted, “But, you’re a good agent, Y/N. I could use your skills.” He said, trying to get you on board. He meant both parts, but he could tell the second would probably speak to you more.

“Ok.” You said.

 You were going to live on a plane; granted, not the worse place you had lived in, but could’ve been worse. Still, you boarded.

“Wanted to get you here first, get you settled in and get you ready for the new arrivals.” Coulson said, you thought about his words before you only nodded.  

Your room was in the middle, you looked at Coulson; the man looked back at you with a teasing smile, but a look that held faux innocence to it.

You knew what he was doing, and you only rolled your eyes at his antics.

You looked up to the man (don’t tell him) but, you were always wondering how could have these moments that rendered him to a child.

 You met Ward, he seemed to hate talking to people as much as you did, so it was good fit. Fitzsimmons, however, were a different beast altogether.

It was not the best talk, but they seemed to accommodate for your apparent shyness and introduced themselves before letting you go on your way.

 Soon after, you were brought into the briefing room. A room that held a girl you had never seen before. Fuck, new people.

“Y/N, this is Skye. She’s helping us track down Mr Peterson –” He started to introduce, when Skye spoke up.

“Mike.” She argued, firmly. You looked between the two, seemed she knew him well. However, like always, seemed that it had gotten them into trouble.

Still, you couldn’t help but draw parallels between yourself and the girl. Granted, your move was in a cafeteria defending a genuinely hideous even that happened within SHIELD. She seemed to be helping a powered person who had caused damage.

Still, the parallel was there, whether or not you liked it or not.

 The mission had gone alright, the team had somewhat come together in its own way. You were with Ward, ready to take a different shot through your own sniper just in case.

Well, for once, the tale had a happy ending, he was alive and was going to go back with his child at some point. You couldn’t help but feel some genuine happiness for the man.

“You said it was five, not including me. Now there’s six, not including me?” You asked Coulson as you sat with him in his office. He was the one who told you that Skye was joining the team as support as a hacker.

“I get that, Y/N. But, she’s useful.”

“And I understand that, sir. It’s just….” You drifted, not sure how to word it.

“Just what, Y/N?” Coulson was patient with you; you had noticed that whenever he spoke to you. But, in this moment, you were thankful for it.

“Just expected five was all sir.” Your voice was quieter now. You both knew there was more to it than that, but that was all you were willing to talk about.

Coulson, for now, decided to go with it,” I understand that, Y/N. But, she’s new to all this. I’m not making you her SO, that’s Ward. But…if she needs help, can you help her, please?” He asked, voice going into commander mode. But you still heard the softness of it.

“Just help her with the ropes?” He nodded at your question, “Ok, I can try and do that.”

Coulson smiled, that was all he wanted.

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Fitzsimmons were odd, to you anyway. No, it wasn’t because they were scientists, not because they spoke over each other (well, kind of). No, what you didn’t get was how close they were. Now, it wasn’t because they weren’t “together” in that way (you always rolled your eyes at that bullshit, anyway).

To you, it was just the way they seemed to never waver in their trust and loyalty to the other. The way they trusted each other with everything they had. The way they worked in sync.

You just…you didn’t get it.

“They should totally be dating, right?” Skye asked as she saw you staring. As of now, Ward had kind of gotten into the role as the SO quite quickly. But she rarely needed to come to you for help; so, as of this moment, you had been keeping your distance.

Ward, respecting your feelings towards interaction, spoke up for you, “Skye, leave her –”

“No, it’s not that,” That got both of their attention as you spoke to her for the first time out of her asking a question about SHIELD or the ropes. So far, it had been professional answers form yourself. Now, she may have been getting somewhere. Ward rolled his eyes at the sight of her crossed fingers behind her back, “Just, I’ve never seen it before.”

“People be close before?” Skye asked, uncrossing her fingers and walking towards you. She did not know why, but she felt a pull to get to know you better. She knew it was platonic, just like her bond with everyone other than Ward. Ward was…different.

Either, she felt compelled to know what you were getting at. She had done a tiny bit of snooping, only to find some details about that had not been redacted. And, she had found you had been found on the streets to, just like her.

So, that was what made her want to get to know you, for now; to have someone who may have had similar experience to her would help the adaptation to all this.

“Normally never ends well when they are.” Ward looked at you with a bit of pity, or apologetic eyes at not having stopped her. But Skye looked at you with wide eyes.

“I mean, I’d agree. But, every so often, you get lucky.” She seemed to want to push the conversation, to continue talking with you and seeing your view on things. But you let out a sigh and started walking away.

“Trust me kid, I doubt those people you saw were together for much longer.” She hated being called kid.

“Experience of SHIELD?” She said, trying to sound light-hearted; but the worry came through that she may have gone too far this time and accidentally pushed you away.

As you rose up the stairs, you leant against the railing at the top, looking down at her as you answered with an unusual sight on your face, “That and life.” You said, vaguely.

“Why the kid, though?” She had to ask. The sight on your face grew.

“You’re the youngest.”

“And you’re the oldest?” She guessed.

“Would’ve been youngest if it was the normal crew. But now you get that name.” As you said that, you gave a mock salute and walked away.

Skye wasn’t really hurt by the first part of your words; as, in this moment, she knew you meant them in a playful manner. She did, however, turn to Ward with a confused look on her face,” Isn’t that, like, the first time we’ve seen her smile?”

Ward couldn’t help but nod. There were hints of smiles from time to time at certain jokes or just in general. But this was the first actual, fully fledged smile on your face.

“I think it might just be.” He said, before he then turned serious again, “Ok, back to it.” Skye only groaned as she obliged him.

 Then came the party. Skye had managed to grab a party invite. However, during the briefing on it, Skye met your eyes and gestured to her phone; “Want one?” she silently asked you.

You closed your eyes, knowing that this would probably not end well. But you still nodded anyway. She gave you a smile at your answer and began typing away again.

When you looked back, you saw Coulson looked between you both; it wasn’t with a disappointed look; if anything, he looked kind of proud that you were starting to get along.

 “Hey,” Skye greeted as she stood by your bunk door. You looked up, seeing her holding two dresses up. You had picked yours already, a dark blue one. She held a red one and a pink one, “Can you help me, please?”

You nodded, and she entered your bunk. She took the time to look around your bunk; her’s held some items that held value to herself; yours held nothing bar the things you needed.

“Pink or red?” You asked, already knowing the question she was going to ask. She nodded as she held the dresses up again; you took your time to look from one to the other. It was a moment before you looked at her with your answer, “Pink will be good for this op.” You said, she gave you a small smile as she lowered the dresses.

“Thank you.” She said, before looking at your chosen outfit, “I like that dress.” She said, gesturing to it as if you wouldn’t know.

“Oh, thanks. Got one when I was younger from one of my foster mums.” You told her, before you caught yourself.

“What happened to it?” You knew she wanted to ask what had happened to the mother; and that she was just covering it with this question.

You closed your eyes as you tensed at giving the answer, “She – She, uh, she died. The dad wasn’t good, like at all. But she tried.” You gulped for a moment, having never told anyone that story before.

“I’m so sorry that that happened to you.” She said, having gone through something similar herself in the countless homes she had been moved to.

“Yeah well, helped me not get my hopes up for any of that bullshit. So, you know.”

 “Oh, look at you both, you look amazing!” Jemma said in her chirpy tone. She seemed to never have a down moment or bad bone in her body. Fitz nodded along with his friend.

“You both look great, I’m glad you went with the pink Skye, I knew –”

“Y/N would pick it for you. Oh, it looks so good.” She cheered after finishing Fitz’s sentence and pulling out her phone, “Photo?” She asked, looking at you with wide, nervous, and innocent eyes.

You looked to Skye, who was just waiting for your answer. What was odd to you, however, was that she didn’t seem to mind whatever it was. She seemed to accept it and be willing to go with it.

“Uh, sure.” You said, a little hesitantly as Skye moved to stand next to you. She seemed to know that physical contact would be a no go; she understood that and respected the boundaries. She saw, however, in your eyes, that you did appreciate it. She just gave you a small smile that grew as you let one out for the camera.

 The party was filled with a lot of older people. Despite being the younger one, Skye seemed to be better at handling the situation. She grabbed a glass for herself and then one for you as well, “Help with your nerves. Definitely going to help with mine.” She said, bluntly but honestly, as she drank from hers.

You, however, just downed your own drink in one. Judging by your face, you regretted it.

Skye’s eyes widened as she watched you do said action; however, she then let out a laugh at your face. You, however, smiled at the laugh and let one out of your own.

“Stop it.” You said, blushing a little; her laugh grew at your slight embarrassment.

“Sorry.” She said as she tried to catch her breath, “Sorry,” She said more genuinely, “Just, your face.” She said as she fully calmed herself down and you both got back to work.

You had fully entered the party now and had been confronted by a man who spoke a language you only part of. Skye quickly passed the interpreters apology off and introduced you both, “I’m Skye, and this is my sister, Y/N.” She said, using that as your cover.

You just let her talk for you both as you looked for your target, Ian Quinn. You found him, but Skye was the one to report it back, talking about eagles and nests.

“What are you doing?” Simmons asked and you gave Skye a look.

“We might be a spy organisation, but we lost those terms a while ago.” You told her with a smile, she laugher as she nodded.

“Alright, I’ll go talk to him. You good here?” She asked, putting a hand on your arm.

“I’ll be fine. You just watch yourself, alright? Remember what Ward taught you?” You said, sounding like you meant those words. Skye had thrown you into the same category of May; someone who might not have shown it, but you both cared.

“Of course.” She told you, softly.

 She nearly, wasn’t. She was soaked when she met up with you, but she was alive. That was the main thing that mattered.

“Are you ok?” You asked her, concern being the dominant emotion. You had just met up with her and put a hand on her arm as Ward opened the door to the vehicle.

“Yeah, fine.” She answered, giving you an assuring smile.

 There was one time, however, where she wasn’t ok. In fact, neither of you were.

 You had followed her to get Quinn, arguing that going in alone would’ve been suicide. So, you kept watch on for her as you both moved through the house.

“Ready?” She now asked you, you nodded as you both entered the room. You saw Mike in the pod. You both froze as you both uttered his name in sync.

In sync, you were both jumped; Skye being pinned against the pod, while you got a pistol pointed at your chin.

“Easy, girls. Easy.” Quinn said as he put on the idea that he didn’t want to hurt you both. You saw through it; you were just waiting for a moment to stop him.

He looked at you as he passed you, talking about how sloppy you both were. He then got Mike up and gave him a leg to stand on. Asking the man if he would either hurt you or him, Mike denied that. Calming that it wasn’t his orders.

As the guard aiming at you started to drag you away, Skye followed; she called after both you and Mike. However, a shot went off as she asked what was going to happen to you both.

That shot awoke something in you. You through your head back, connecting with the guard as you then snapped his neck. As you went for Quinn, you were stopped.

By another shot going off. Skye managed to turn to you as she finally had allowed herself to realise, she had been shot. She saw you, shock on your face as you touched your fresh wound. Quinn let you drop to the floor, but he caught Skye and fired another shot.

“I have my orders too.” Where the only words you heard as he came over and knelt down next to you, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. But you just couldn’t leave your friend behind, could you?” He asked, before sighing, hitting you in the head; and leaving.

“Y/N…?” Skye asked, painfully as she managed to turn herself. She saw you were motionless, “Y/N?” She croaked out. Pain was hitting her like a truck, but also determination and fear. She was the only one awake, so she had to make this count.

She didn’t want you to die. But she also didn’t want her friend to die too because of her mistake.

 Fitz found Jemma trying to find something. He didn’t know what, he didn’t care what. He just knew that Jemma was trying to keep it together. He knew what she needed in that moment, comfort.

He pulled her into a hug, letting her finally cry and let it all out. They had got Skye into a pod, but you were pulled back to base and she was able to stop your bleeding. You were pale, but you would make it. You had lost less blood then Skye and were semi-conscious.

“We almost lost them, Fitz.” She confessed to her best friend. Fitz nodded, stroking her hair to try and provide some comfort.

“But, we haven’t.” He said, voice quivering as he knew those words weren’t entirely right.

“Right, you’re right. We need to stay positive.” She said, sniffling and wiping her tears away as she tried to compose herself.

You were both alive, that was what mattered in this moment.

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When you heard the news that Skye wouldn’t make it, you were out the room. Granted, May had left to find you and to help you get to the room, but the idea was there. Plus, May didn’t stop you, she let you get to the room easier and then unlocked it for you.

She knew the two of you needed this moment of kicking someone’s ass for hurting Skye. So, she let you go to town as she tried to stall Coulson. She failed but understood your pain and rage. Ok, more than he let on. He’d read more of the files after you had joined the team; and found the pain you carried. It was more than multiple families; it was the abuse and loss you had to go through on your own unfortunately.

You didn’t have a last name; hell, you barely had a first one. You just picked one. He respected that. But, after meeting Skye and seeing her reasons for wanting in, he saw why Skye looked up to you and wanted to befriend you so badly.

He knew she saw someone who could maybe help her through the pain she felt and was carrying with her.

Now, it seemed that she had succeeded in that. Even if the thought obviously terrified you.

 You were on a mission when you all went to get the serum to save her. You were in animal instinct mode, a protective and vengeful mode. He knew that, on any other op, you’d be in serious shit for some of the things you did. And, in some cases, maybe you did go overboard with the amount of times you shot some people or shoved your fingers in their wounds to try and find answers.

Yes, there was that one guard he didn’t let you touch; but, the others, he could look past for now. If the man wasn’t who he was, maybe he’d have gone down that path as well. The thought of that scared him.

Next came what Ward had done to you all; he was a traitor. Skye had been kidnapped by him. Even if it was for a short time, Coulson saw the fear you felt and the way you seemed to watch Fitzsimmons more on their interactions. The way they seemed so at ease around each other and leant on each other during this time.

You, unfortunately, didn’t have that right now. So, as you normally did, you kept it to yourself and tried to deal with it your own way. Mainly through putting it into anger.

You went with him to get Skye out of the BUS; you fired wildly to cover your exit and got in the car with haste and continued to fire at Mike to make sure he couldn’t get to you.

You and Coulson both grabbed her hand to pull her back in. The three of you all looked at the man who asked for money for parking with the same expression, “Really?”

 “Thanks for getting me out.” Skye told you as you both sat outside the motel you were hiding out at for the time being until you came up with a plan to strike back with. She passed you a beer as she sat next to you; you took it grateful and took a swig as you answered.

“Course,” You cleared your throat as you tried to make yourself fully get the words out; Skye just watched you with a patient look, “We’re, uh,” She put a hand on yours to show some solidarity with you; to show that you could take your time in finding the words, “We’re friends. It’s what we do.” You smiled, but it was a nervous one.

Skye felt tears sting her eyes as she fully processed the words. She had considered you a friend for a while now, but this was a big step in that dynamic. Now you had admitted it, and you couldn’t take it back.

By the look on your face, you didn’t want to take it back.

Your eyes drifted to Fitzsimmons, Skye following it. You both watched as the pair of best friends sat by the pool and played with the water a little as they spoke.

“Hell, of a day.” You said, letting out a laugh that turned into a kind of sob. You covered your mouth, but Skye heard it. In fact, the others had too.

Skye moved her chair, the thing scrapping against the floor as she sat next to you and pulled you into a hug. She didn’t move, she only held you close as you put your arms around her arm and let out more sobs.

“I’ve got you.” She told you. She told you everything apart from the second part to that phrase, that it was all going to be ok. She knew it wouldn’t.

She had only been a SHIELD agent for a day or two, tops. But that had been snatched right out form under her. This had been your life, and now it was fully gone. Burned to the ground, like all the other things that had been in your life.

She just held you, making a silent promise to make sure that this team stayed consistently in your life for as long as it could. As, she knew how easily it would be to slip back into your old habits.

But, part of her knew now you were trying; you had called them friends after all.

 For a while, you were great friends, pretty much shaping into best friends after all the HYDRA things. SHIELD was slowly fighting back and finding its footing once again.

One thing that had come of it was Simmons leaving for an assignment. You knew it was important and all; but the way she left things with Fitz had left him with more pieces to try and pick up than he knew how to deal with.

So, you found in the lab late one night and entered it, “Oh, hi Y/N.” He said to you, smiling a little. He struggled with the words, with faux Simmons helping him. She tried to encourage him to talk to you.

“It’s Y/N, Fitz. She’s our friend, remember?” She asked.

“Yes, I remember.” He snapped; to you, it was no on, but you just gave him the time he needed to adjust to your presence.

You got the others’ point that he was different. But you loved him all the same. He was your friend, to the day you died.

“Hey, Fitz.” You told him kindly, “How you are doing, buddy?” You asked.

“F-Fine. I, uh, why are you here?” He asked, not meaning to sound rude.

“Fitz!” Jemma said, admonishing him for his words.

“Sorry, sorry.” He said, turning from you to the other person he was talking too. Again, you only waited until he looked to you.

“It’s ok, Fitz. This probably isn’t my field anyway. I was gonna see if you needed anything. But you seem to have it handled.” You said as you looked over the plans.

“Anyway, I have to shoot. Just wanted to check in on you.” You said, with that, you left.

 The rest of the time had been a rush, so that moment was moment of peace. What came after that was chaos, you had been tracking carvings that Coulson had been making; with Skye and you helping where you could.

However, he then revealed to you both that you had alien blood inside of you and that you had to keep it a secret. That you both might just be aliens.

“What the fuck?” You asked, just getting tired of the odds against you both being stacked.

 That led to Ward finding you both and threatening to burry the plane unless you both followed him, “What do you want with her?” Skye asked, defensively.

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out.” Ward said, not wanting to give the secret away just yet.

“Bullshit, like I’d go anywhere with you.” You spat, aiming the gun at someone who was once your friend.

“Wait,” Skye said, lowering her gun, “I’ll go.” She offered, lowering your weapon too.

“And Y/N.” Ward said, firmly.

“Just me. You leave her out of this, Ward.” She bargained.

“Sorry, Skye. But, Y/N comes, or your little act is for nothing.” At Ward’s words, Skye looked to you. She looked at you pleadingly, but also with a promise: I won’t let anything happen to you.

At her silent promise, you found yourself nodding. Despite every other instinct screaming at you to not. You found yourself going with it; you trusted your best friend.

 That led to the man you had all been looking out for being in front of you both. Skye stood in front of you a little, trying to keep you out of his sight. However, height made that impossible.

“Look at that. The way you tilt your head, it’s just like….is it nature, or nurture?” He asked; he then looked at you, “Oh, and the way you hold yourself as well. My god, you’re almost a mirror image of her.” You didn’t know who her was, but you didn’t like where this was going.

“Trauma taught me otherwise.” You meant SHIELD. But life had really taught you to hold yourself I this cautious manner.

“Oh, my sweet girl. I’m sorry you had to go through all that alone.” Ok, now you really didn’t like it. Skye reached down to grab your shaking hand in her own. She gave it a supportive squeeze, but her eyes still filled with tears as she too realised what he was trying to say.

“I promise myself I wouldn’t get emotional. It’s just, I’ve waited so long for this moment. Let’s try again.” He said, finally composing himself and walking towards you a little, “Hi…. I’m Cal, I’m your father.”

Skye couldn’t speak. She only looked at her father, at the news he told her. She was expecting anything but that. This had then led to the room being silent. Cal looked between the two of you with slight hurt in his eyes; that hurt then gave way to rage.

“Oh, you didn’t know.” He said, bitterly.

“I – what? – How – No…” You were lost, but your family watched you with concern as you backed away.

“Sweetheart –” Your father tried to say to stop you from losing control; Skye even reached out for you, but you slapped the hand away as if it were poison.

“Don’t you fucking touch me,” It wasn’t a growl, it was soft; soft, but damaged; hurt. Skye held the hand you slapped and recoiled a little from you. Her older sister.

“Honey –” Father dearest tried to say again.

“No!” You roared, pointing a finger at him, “You left me! I had to be on my own for so fucking long! I had to be hit, sent back, abandoned, nearly raped countless times before I got someone’s fucking attention! SHIELD picked me up –”

“They stole you!” Your father countered with, before he calmed himself as he saw the state you were in, “I never wanted that for you. You were so happy when you met your sister. I’m so sorry you had that taken from you.”

“I – I can’t do this.” You said, going for the door; Skye let you go as she looked at your father to stop him from going after you.

As you left the room, Ward gave you a questioning look, “You either shoot me or let me go.” He did the latter.

 You and Skye hadn’t brought it up, but everyone noticed your distance from each other. The way you both tried to not talk about something.

That gave Fitzsimmons an idea, “I’m sorry I left.” She said, meaning the words to her friend, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t of. I know you’re different now. But…. I do care about you Fitz.” She said, hoping he believed them.

He nodded, maybe not fully believing them; but it was a start.

You just happened to be watching as this happened, you watched as they tried to move on. As they tried to heal the wound and be better than they were before.

 You loaded your weapon, ready to go and stop HYDRA in their plan. As you did, you saw your sister trying to not to look at you or be hurt by your distance that had been caused by the reveal. You knew she had been wanting a family for ages now.

You thought back to Coulson when the doctor told you all to find Skye’s family. It was a simple declaration, “We’re her family.”

They all were to her, but you were by blood. So, no point beating round the push. You couldn’t hide from it. You couldn’t hide anymore from the sisterly bond you two pretty much had before the reveal.

You couldn’t deny the fact that you cared for all these people. But Skye was the one you opened yourself up to that idea of caring for first.

“Hey.” You said as you approached. She jumped a little at your words, but eyes widened as she looked at you.

“Hey.” She parroted back to you.

You gave a her a smile, “You missed one.” Holding up the bullet she hadn’t loaded.

“Oh, thanks.” She said a little sheepishly as she loaded it into the weapon and holstered it.

The next moment you wrapped her in a hug, a tight one, “I’m sorry I pushed you away.” You said as you ran a hand through her hair as you felt her tighten the hug. You closed your eyes, savouring this moment between your sisters.

This was the moment you both truly cemented your bond and embraced it. And, it felt good, to finally let yourself admit you had some steady ground with this family. But now you had some family with you now. One you knew wouldn’t abandon you.

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 That led to a confrontation with Raina, that led to Trip sadly passing as he tried to save you both. It led to you both being almost ostracized from the others and being treated as freaks as you both struggled to come to terms with this new version of yourselves.

For Skye, it was vibrations; for you, it was like darkness personified. Kind of fitting and all from a certain, morbid, point of view. You had a lot to draw off of, unfortunately.

Skye woke once, seeing you leaning against the glass wall that separated you both. She could only see your back, but she could guess you had an impassive look on your side.

She moved herself to the glass, sliding down it until she was pretty much mimicking your pose.

“How are you?” She asked, trying to distract herself from the thought of one of her other best friends turning into nothing while trying to save both of you for an idiotic move.

“Fucking tired and angry. You?” You asked, voice croaking; it had been a while since you’d slept.

“Guilty.” She confided; you listened as she talked about Trip and how she saw him whenever she closed her eyes.

“Hey,” She turned her head slightly as she listened to you, “We’re going to get through this.” You said with mostly faux optimism. But Skye liked to believe them as true.

“Thanks.” She said.

“Of course.” You brushed off her thanks and closed your eyes, heading resting against the glass. Skye rested her own head back, finding comfort in your presence opposite her.

 It led to you talking more in your isolation from your friends. To you both being moved to a hut in the wild to be hidden away as if you were a pet project gone wrong. That only led to you both learning more about your gifts as you both bonded further and further.

When SHIELD came for you, you ran together. Your ability allowed you to sense threats in the dark, you called them out as you and your sister both took them down.

However, when Bobbi called out your name, all Skye saw was a bullet coming towards you; she lifted her hands and sent the bullet back, but also everyone else.

You both ran away, with Gordan picking you both up and teleporting you both away. There, you met a woman called Jiaying who gave you both a welcoming look to this place and gave you both mentors to help control your powers.

However, during your spare time, you and your sister met up to talk about your training, she even told you about a boy she definitely did not have a crush on. His name was Lincoln, and he was welcoming to you too. While you gave him the whole older sister talk (as if you’d given it before and had been for a while), he was honest with his intensions and understood what would happen if he hurt her.

Skye watched with a teasing smile, but it softened near the end as she heard the conviction in your voice as to what you would do if he hurt her. It made her feel safe, love, protected.

Then, it all came crashing down when SHIELD attacked you and your sister and shot your mother. The rage you felt came out against one of the agents; as Daisy quaked one away, she then quaked a bullet that had been fired at you back at the guard. However, another bullet hit your leg.

“Y/N!” She yelled as she ran to you, swinging your arm over her shoulder, “Come on, Y/nn, lean into me. Don’t you dare die on me.” She begged as she felt you stumble a little, sending you both nearly to the ground.

“Wouldn’t dream on it, kiddo.” You promised as Skye pulled you into the room with your mother. She instantly sat up and helped you sit at the table.

“My daughter, what happened?” She asked as she put a hand to your cheek.

“One of the agents…I’m sorry, mum.” Daisy apologised.

Jiaying turned to her other daughter with soft eyes, “Oh, my sweet girl, you have nothing to apologise for.” She promised her as she helped you heal.

 As you both found out later, your mother had shot herself and planned for “SHIELD” to attack. So, now you were fucked; you were locked in separate cells and Jiaying was going to kill anyone who wasn’t inhuman.

You thought it was over, until your sister burst into your holding room and quaked the door open. She instantly enveloped you in a hug, “I thought I lost you.” She mumbled into your chest. You only held her tighter.

“Not yet, kiddo. Not for as long as I can help it.” You said as you kissed her hair and pulled her out of the room.

 You both faced your mother together. You both ended up getting your asses kicked by the clones, only for your friends to come in and save the day.

Then it came to the next problem, who took care of Jiaying.

“No – “You started to say.

“Y/N, I can do this.” Daisy argued.

“I said, no!” You yelled, your sisterly instinct kicking in.

“I can’t lose you, Daisy.”

“And I can’t lose you,” She grabbed your arms, “Look, I can take care of myself. You and May have taught me how to. I’ll be careful, promise.” You did not like it. But you nodded and pushed her before you changed your mind.

You trusted in your sister.

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 You knocked on Daisy’s door, she opened it and smiled at you on the other side. You held up two DVDs, “Which one you want?” You asked, gesturing between them.

Skye looked between them, before you and giving her answer, “That one.” She said, pointing to her selection. With that, you entered the room and flung yourself onto the bed; Daisy laughed as she grabbed her DVD of choice and put it into her laptop. You both snuggled under the cover as she hit play.

She rested her head on your shoulder as you both watched the film, “You hear Fitz finally asked Simmons out?” She asked.

“Really?” She nodded, “Good for him.” You said.

 Everything was good. Both dynamics had been restored and shifted in a good way. For Fitzsimmons, it was coming to the realisation that they felt about each other in a different manner than they thought. For you and Daisy, it was finding a sisterly bond.

 To be honest, you would not have it any other way.

#daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson imagine #agents of shield imagine #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d imagine #agents of shield x reader #sibling duty

[concentrateandpush]

Etta Grace

Getting pregnant at 16 wasn’t the best plan. I can only thank god that I'm at boarding school so I haven't had to tell my parents. Everyone has been quite supportive, especially my roommate Emey, shes helped me the whole pregnancy from carrying my bags to classes, to shaving me when I had dates because I couldn't reach myself.

I had quite a small bump for the first 26 weeks, so I was still able to hide it from people. I popped at week 27 and I've grown bigger and bigger since. I've had to ask for a different desk for class as I cant fit into the normal ones now. Right now, I'm in English, my teacher Mrs Richards has been my biggest support system since I found out, she bought me the test and held me when I cried. She also helped me write a letter to the Dad. I didn’t know how to tell him. I thought that sleeping with the headmaster would get me higher marks, longer deadlines and passes on missed classes, not a baby. He hasn't spoken to me once, I went to his office once but his secretary told me he didn’t have time to see me.

These contractions are 6 minutes apart now, I guess I could have gone to the nurse but I can hide my pain if I need to and nobody seems to have noticed. The bell goes off and Mrs Richards keeps me back after class "Izzy, can I speak with you for a minute?" she asks softly, "mhm" I nod wondering if she knows. "Sweetheart, I've been timing your contractions since you came in here, why are you hiding it?" she asks rubbing my arm. 

"I'm not ready" I cry "he doesn’t care, he doesn’t even acknowledge me, why doesn’t he want this baby like I do?" I ask her pitifully. "Mr Johnson is a proud man, he has a family and he probably feels like there’s a lot at stake in accepting this. I don’t agree with him at all, I have spoken to him Izzy, I just cant get him to see sense" she shakes her head. "Mrs Richards, I don’t want his money or even him, I just want my baby to have a dad, I don’t want this baby having a life like mi-" I stop talking because I feel a contraction coming. I grip to the side of my desk and breathe deeply trying to keep on top of the pain. Mrs Richards comes around me and starts rubbing my lower back "deep breaths sweetheart" she tells me. 

"I've cancelled my next class, were going to the hospital" she tells me and I nod. As I stand up I feel a small gush from my opening, not now, this cant happen here. "Mrs, Mrs what do I do? I cant have the baby here, I cant do this now" I look at her in a panic and I can tell shes equally as worried as I am. "Okay Izzy, I need you to take off your panties, you can take off your skirt if you want, I need to check you" she says as she puts her coat down for me to lay on. She helps me get to the floor as I hold my tight belly with one hand and the other touching the floor to support me. "Don’t look so worried, I had my first when I was your age, a little more organised than this though" she laughs as she sanitises her hands.

I open my legs up, I feel comfortable around Mrs Richards but it's still embarrassing for me. I look up above me at the ceiling in the room, counting the stains and squares. "Okay, this is going to hurt" she warns me as she puts her fingers inside me and I see her facial expression change, "sweetheart your a 9, you're going to have to give birth here, is that okay?" She asks like I have a choice in the matter. I feel like I'm in good hands, I feel safe but it doesn’t take this pain away. I feel another contraction "owwwww" I scream, "can you get Emey? Please? Room 723" I ask.

I didn’t think that being alone for 5 minutes would scare me as much as it did but as soon as Emey and Mrs Richards came back I knew it was worth it. "Izzy, you okay? You should have text me earlier" Emey protests. "Uhhhhhh" I groan as I try to feel my opening to see what I touch. I watch Emey’s reaction and she looks like she's going to cry, I dont know if that's because her God child is about to be born or if she can never imagine enduring this pain in her life. "Should someone else be here Izzy?" Emey asks me hinting we should call Mr Johnson. "I already called him" Mrs Richards tells me. I nod because I didn’t really want him there but I knew it was his right to watch me birth his child. "Is he coming?" I ask anxiously, "I think so" Mrs Richards says looking at the door.

"Oh fuck, it's coming" I squeal as I pull my legs up to my chest. "Izzy, listen to me, use this contraction to push, feel my fingers, here? Use them as a guide and push onto them" she instructs. I look at Emey knowing that this is it, I'm so scared, I don’t even know if I'm ready to be a mother, but I know there’s no choice now. "Owww" I push weakly and look at Mrs Richards "Like that, try and hold it for 10 and keep it as strong as you can, big pushes okay?" She tells me. "Nggggghhhaaaaa" I cry "5.. 6.. 7.. 8.. 9" Emey counts. "That's it Mommy, you've got it, let's keep the pushes like that and baby will be here in no time" Mrs Richards encourages me. "Mrs, I cant do this, it hurts so bad" I cry pitifully as I wipe the sweat from my forehead. Emey pulls a handkerchief from her pocket and starts to dab my forehead down and around my neck. "I'm so warm" I moan as Emey undresses me into my bra and removes my shoes and socks "Leaving those on and nothing else would have been weird" she laughs.

I look at Mrs Richards and nod to let her know there’s another contraction coming, she pulls my thigh further over and rubs my knee. "Oooooooh" I moan digging as deep as I can trying my best to get the head out at least "Can I push again?" I moan. "Listen to your body" Mrs Richards tells me as she smiles. "Nggggg" I cry as I pull my legs. "Can you see anything yet?" I ask eagerly hoping I've at least moved the head down. "Not yet sweetheart, let's move positions now when you're having a break" Mrs Richards says as she helps me on to my hands and knees. As I get into position I feel the baby moving down and a lot more pressure. Emey comes around to my face end to give me some support "You've got this Mommy" she tells me as she tucks my hair behind my ear.

I feel empowered, I've not been called Mommy through this pregnancy and it's just made me feel like it's all real. I feel a movement in my tummy and reach down to hold my bump, as I move my arm I hear a pop and feel my waters break fully, all over my legs. Everything gets so much more painful now, I'm actually shocked at the pain I'm feeling, it just hurts way more than I expected and I don’t know if I can handle it. "This is so painful, I cant -" the door opens and I turn around to see Mr Johnson stood there awkwardly. I just look at him expecting him to speak but he doesn’t, "Mr Johnson, can you come here and hold Izzy’s bump so she isn’t holding all of the weight on her knees" Mrs Richards orders. 

He comes over and kneels next to me, I watch him in the reflection as he holds my bump for the first time and he tears up. I look at Emey as she smiles at me reassuringly knowing how hard I'm taking this, she nods to Mrs Richards for her to know I'm getting another contraction, she knows because I did my nails into her legs that I'm leaning on. "Big push now" Mrs Richards says. "Nghaaaaaaaaaa" I scream as I bare down stronger than I have every other time, I really don’t want to look weak in front of him. I don't want him knowing how difficult I've found pregnancy. I take a deep breath and push again "OWwwwwww" I cry silently, only Emey seeing my tears. "Fuck it burns, its burning so much, have I torn? Mrs, did I tear?" I shout with my head turned back. "You're crowning, one more push and we’ve got her head! Don’t worry about tearing, you're stretching wonderfully" she tells me. "Stop thinking about it, focus" Emey orders, I know she's referring to Mr Johnson as I feel him rub my lower back.

"Why didn’t you talk to me?" I turn to him and shout. "I didn’t know how to handle it, Izzy" he replies. By this point in infuriated and I turn around carefully knowing baby’s head is peaking "You didn’t know how to handle it? A grown man who chose to sleep with a 16 year old didn’t know how to handle it?" I snap. "I know what you're saying Izzy, I know how hard this must have been -" I cut him off before he can go any further "No, Rob, you don’t have a clue how hard it's been for me, I cant tell my parents because were meant to be religious, meaning I cant go home. But at least they'll pay my school and accommodation bills if they don’t know. I've had to endure weeks of pain, sickness, fucking dickheads in this school giving me grief for being like this and I've still protected you and your fucking family. So, excuse me if I cant forgive you for fucking up my life" I pause "But thank you, for making me realise you were nothing to me other than a fuck every now and then". I instantly use my anger to bare down and push laying back on Emey "AHHH" I scream as i hear Emey count "8.. 9.. 10".

"That's it Mommy, come on now, one more for the head to be here, reach down and feel" she takes my hand and puts it on the head. "She's a red head like you" Mr Johnson smiles, despite hating him right now I smile and let out a sigh of relief. "Do you want to squat sweetie? It might help baby’s head out?" Mrs Richards suggests. I nod and move into a squatting position. Emey tries to support my weight but Mr Johnson sees her struggle and swaps places with her, he sits behind me on a chair allowing me to put my arms on his knees.

I start to feel another contraction and cling tighter to Mr Johnson’s knees, he leans down and cradles my bump. "Uhhhhh" I moan as I push feeling the head come out with pints of amniotic fluid and jolting my body back. "Oh my god Izzy, her head is out, like full on out" Emey shouts. "Well done Momma" Mr Johnson says calmly as he rubs your bump. "Right, all you need to do now, is push these shoulders out for me and then you'll have your little girl" Mrs Richards tells me. I feel so emotional and start crying not knowing what I've done to deserve this beautiful, perfect little person wondering how I'm going to protect her and give her everything that I can.

I see Emey pick up her phone and take photos of baby’s head coming out, I tell her she ought to be careful of the angle in case she got Mr Johnson in. "I left my wife" Mr Johnson announces, I see Emey’s face look up at me in shock. Knowing I don’t have much time left before the next contraction I look up at him and ask "Why? Why would you do that?" Shaking my head. "I couldn't lie to myself anymore" he tells me. "Lie about what?" I ask. "How I feel about you" he answers. 

I ignore his last comment as I feel the contraction starting, I know this is a painful one because it’s started to steadily and I can see my stomach tightening. "Push Izzy, give me a big big push" Mrs Richards says as I bare down "Harder Izzy, as hard as you can" she adds. "FUCK" I scream realising baby hasn't moved at all and i lean back on Mr Johnson. "Come on you can do it Iz" Emey says smiling at me. I lower myself to the floor and Mr Johnson sits next to me. "Izzy, push" Mrs Richards says as I feel her fingers around the shoulders as she tries to guide the baby out. "NGHHHHAAA" i scream, frustrated because I'm trying so hard but dont seem to be getting anywhere.

"We might need to get her to a hospital, I think the shoulders are too big to come out, her body is too small" Mrs Richards tells Mr Johnson. I look at Emey and then Mrs Richards "Will they have to cut me?" I ask panicking and looking down at the head. "It'll give you space sweetie, it'll make it easier for you so you don’t wear yourself out" she answers. "No, please, I can do it, just let me try" I beg watching her dial 999 on her phone. "Emey, come and hold this leg, Mr Johnson, the other, Izzy, were going to try a different tactic. Little gentle pushes, okay? Little pushes one after the other" Mrs Richards says as she takes control. I feel my legs being torn apart and if I wasn’t giving birth I'd have screamed. "Izzy, I'm going to put my hands in, this is going to hurt but I need to turn baby okay?" Mrs Johnson says. I nod and start pushing "Ngh ngh ehh ooh ngh ngh" the burning is so intense so I listen to my body "NNGGGAAAAAAAAAHHHH" I bare down and push my baby out.

"Welcome baby" Mrs Richards says as she passes me my newborn little girl. "Shes beautiful" I cry smiling. "Like her mother" Emey smiles at me as she touches babies head. I'm still out of breath from pushing and I'm trying my best to catch my breath. "Do you want to meet your daughter?" I ask Mr Johnson. I hand her to him and he cries as he looks at her little face, "I was thinking Etta?" I tell him. He smiles and tucks my hair behind my ear "Etta Grace?" He asks and I smile as a confirmation.

#giving birth #birtherotica #childbirth #birthstory #birth

[kibybun]

Sour

This is part 2 of Bittersweet which you can read here!

Also please note this has a very different writing style and tone to it!

Hawks x Reader Highschool and No Quirk au!

Tw: Violence and murder

Enjoy!

Your alarm rings through your room forcing you to get up. You stretch and begin to get ready for school, falling into the same routine that you've made for the past week. You get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, and make two lunches before leaving for school.

Ever since you left your lunch for him that day you've been making him lunch everyday. You wanted to make sure he had some energy throughout the day and hopefully gain some weight as well.

You carry the two lunches out of your house and down the street as you begin to walk to school.

Today Keigo was walking behind you since he left his house a little later than normal. You contemplated waiting and trying to walk by his side but you weren't in the mood for his sour rejection.

The day continues you and you take notes for him and even try to talk to him but everytime he ignores you or is sleeping. It ticks you off that he ignores you so diligently but you were determined to break down his so meticulously constructed walls.

At lunch you wander around the school searching for him. He wasn't under the tree and he wasn't in Mrs. Johnson's class so it was a little harder to find him.

You finally find him hiding away in the library. Its odd, he's never hung out in the library before. Maybe he was trying to hide from you...

You brush off the thought as fast as you could. Why would he do that? You were only trying to help him.

You set the extra lunch next to him and leave.

You wait for him outside of the school as the final bell rings. It had been twenty minutes and you were losing patience but then he slunk past you without a second thought.

You were stunned by his sudden appearance but quickly scrambled to catch up.

"Hey wait up! How was your day?"

Keigo doesn't even look at you as he tries to speed walk away.

"Hey I'm talking to you." You barely finish your sentence before he started sprinting down the street.

For someone so malnourished he sure ran fast.

"Keigo!"

You couldn't even make it halfway before he disappeared into his house. You sigh defeated and catch your breath. Why does he run from you when all you want to do is talk?

Atleast you could always try tomorrow.

Again you're awoken by your alarm and the routine starts again. You stretch, get dressed, you eat breakfast, make two lunches, and make your way to school.

Today you and Keigo left at the same time so you took this as an opportunity to try and walk next to him. You decided against talking, hoping it would make him stay but even walking next to you made him uncomfortable.

You could tell by the way his whole body tensed and how he refused to look up from the ground.

You slow your pace as he speeds up so he doesn't have to spend anothermomentwith you.

Keigo. The boy who's been your neighbor for nearly your whole life. A total stranger.

You've always tired to get closer to him but he's always pushed you away. You even gave up for a year but a new kindled determination filled you to finally get to know him, and you weren't going to stop until you did.

You make it to school and make it through your mundane classes. You take twice as many notes and check on Keigo throughout the first part of the day.

It was surprising to see him awake for most of the classes.

Lunch comes around and you watch as he walks out back to the tree when though it started to rain. You prepare to chase after him but you were stopped by your friends.

"(y/n) please. You spend so much time with someone who doesn't even look at you."

"Yeah come on! Spend time with us! We're your actual friends!"

"Guys I know that but he could be my friend too. He just needs extra encouragement..."

They sigh and start to walk away.

"If he needs 'extra encouragement' he clearly doesn't want to be friends."

You stand there and let their words soak in. You know that he doesn't want anything to do with you but you can't get him out of your head. What makes him so much better than everyone to just shut down like that? What does he think about all the time? Doesn't he get lonely? You couldn't help the curiosity that he stirred in you.

You push the door open and make your way to Keigo even though the rain that was coming down harder and harder by the second.

Atleast the foliage of the tree gave slight cover to you and Keigo.

You set down his lunch in the driest spot you could find and take a moment to look at him. His injuries were healing nicely and it looked like he was gaining weight too.

You give a soft smile before walking back inside to dry off before class started again.

The end of the day rolls around and it was still raining. You open your umbrella and wait for Keigo. He didn't make you wait twenty minutes this time.

"Hello! Wanna share my umbrella with me?"

"No." He didn't miss a beat as he quickly got soaked by the rain.

"Please? I don't want you to get sick!" You nearly slip as you dash after him.

"I don't care. Leave me alone." His sudden harshness leaves you stunned as he quickly walks away.

You could always try again tomorrow.

Alarm, stretch, get dressed, eat breakfast, make two lunches, get on your way to school.

Today you didn't see Keigo at all as you walked to school. It unsettled you that he wasn't present, you were even late to class because you waited for him.

You were relieved to see him dozing off in class.

At lunch you leave your friends and join Keigo in the classroom he was sleeping in.

You take the seat front of him and leave the lunch next to him. He always seemed so much happier when he slept. You wanted to make him happy too.

You stay and watch his gentle snoring before leaving and finishing the day.

You wait outside the school like you normally do. Slowly, everyone filters out leaving you all by yourself. It felt like eternity before you decided to head back into the school and look for him.

Along the way you bump into Mrs. Johnson looking as annoyed as ever.

"Oh (y/n)! What are you still doing here?"

"Sorry, I was just looking for Keigo." Her demeanor drops at the sound of his name.

"Ugh he's sleeping in my classroom."

"So you just left him there?"

She gives a tired sigh and looks back at you.

"He has slept in my classroom from the entire day. I've tried to wake him up but he just goes back to sleep."

"It's ok Mrs. Johnson. I'll go wake him up!" You barely hear her call out a thanks as you make your way to Keigo.

Your pace slows as you make it to the door. You peer in to see if he was sleeping and was surprised to see him just waking up.

You watch as he nearly knocks his meal off his desk before beginning to eat it.

"Good afternoon!"

You make him jump but he quickly goes back to ignoring you.

"You know..." You step into the room and close the door behind you. "It's rude to ignore people."

He doesn't respond.

"Keigo."

No answer.

You step closer.

"I made that food for you."

He stops eating, almost like he's listening to you.

"Yeah that's right. I made that meal for you, along with every other one."

His face scrunches and he pushes the food away.

"I don't want it."

"What? Why not?"

Keigo stands and tries to make a beeline to the door but you step even closer and give his shirt a tug.

"You need to eat!"

"I said I don't want it." He doesn't look at you as he waits for you to release his shirt.

"No! I'm only trying to help you!" You flinch as his eyes dart to you and send a harsh glare.

"You're not my (y/n)."

You didn't understand what he meant but it hurt. You don't think as you grab on tighter and pull him closer.

"I could be! I want to be!" Panic and desperation fills your voice as you try and hold his hands.

He jumps back and pushes you off of him with fear creeping onto his face.

"S-stop!"

"Please! Just let me get to know you!"

You crept closer, almost like you were trying to corner prey. You were to transfixed on your desire for him to notice how his eyes darted for escape and how his breathing grew uneven.

"I said s-stop!"

"No. Not until you let me get to know you."

You're fed up with his 'loner' act. You were so tired of being ignored and pushed away. You wouldn't stand for it now.

"Please... I just want to help you."

He didn't want your help. He absolutely despised it. Why couldn't you see he didn't want it? Why were you trying to interject yourself into his bittersweet life?

Keigo sees your arms reach for him in slow motion. To him he doesn't even see arms. He sees chains coated in poison. You were trapping him in this bitter world and poisoning his sweet get away.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" He starts to flail and thrash like a cornered animal as you hold him close.

"It's ok... I promise." Keigo freezes and feels something inside him shatter as you gently kiss his temple.

He begins to hyperventilate as he watches his memories of "you" crack and fade away. "You" even reach out for him in pleading eyes as "you" get replaced with you.

You had just destroyed had just destroyed the only thing the brought him happiness. The only thing that made his life worth living.

You sure as hell were going to pay.

His teeth sink deep into your shoulder, quickly sinking through your blazer and into the flesh.

You shout out in pain and quickly stumble back away from him. You barely have time to look at his now deranged and rage filled face before he tackles you to the ground.

The fall to the ground left you disoriented but you quickly realize Keigo is on top of you, the collar of your shirt balled up with his fist and pulling you closer. You begin to shake in fear as his face grows closer, your blood decorating his lips as tears fell from his eyes.

"I told you to fucking stop..." His voice was weak as it shook and cracked.

"I hate you..."

His fist collides with your cheeckbone, sending your head flying into the ground.

"I hate you..."

He strikes you again.

"I hate you..."

Again as his voice grows louder and fills with more venom and hate.

"I hate you... I hate you... I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

You weekly try and stop the onslaught of blows dealt to your face but you were loosing consciousness.

Your arms fall limp as he continues to splatter blood from your now disfigured face all around.

His breathing slows as he regains his vision and realizes what he did.

You softly gargle on your blood as you struggle to breath.

Keigo begins to shake and quickly gets off of you only to cower in the corner. His whimpers and sobs grew louder as he holds his head and starts rocking in place.

He had just killed someone, but that wasn't what bothered him most.

He had lost you.

His you.

He couldn't remember the face that brought him joy, the voice that sang him to sleep, the hands he used to hold. Everything was gone. Everything he had built in his head was destroyed by you.

Keigo cries harder as the blood in the classroom begins to fade with the red light of the sunset.

He had lost his infinity with you and was left with sour thoughts and memories.

Kiby~💚

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[harley-sunday]

Things We Lost in the Fire [06]

Summary: During a bank robbery you’re surprised when the criminals seem to recognize you and retreat in fear. Only after do you learn that your high school sweetheart now runs a nationwide crime syndicate and has you placed on a “no harm” list. You decide to pay him a visit after all these years. 

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader (F)

Warnings: Language. Character Death. 

Word count: 3972

AN: We’re slowly getting to the end, guys. Damn. What a ride, huh? This part seriously lacks Sebastian, but I promise to make up for that in the next one. Please let me know what you think, validation remember? ;) ♥

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Something feels off when you wake up. 

You reach for your phone, finding it somewhere under your pillow, and when you push the home-button to reveal the time you’re surprised to learn it’s almost noon. You roll over only to find his side of the bed empty and a heavy feeling settles somewhere deep inside of you because you know he’s not just downstairs making you breakfast. 

Almost out of habit you get up and make your way to the shower, deciding there’s no need to stay and drag out the inevitable. It won’t make him come back. 

He’s gone.

The warm water does nothing to comfort you and so your shower is quick. You settle on black jeans and a black top for today, deeming the lack of color fit for the mood you’re in. You pack your duffel bag without too much finesse, figuring it all needs to be washed when you get home anyway. Looking around the bedroom one last time to make sure you haven’t forgotten anything, you grab your bag and make your way downstairs. 

The house feels weirdly empty, even though you can’t exactly tell what it is that is missing. Maybe just Sebastian’s presence, you muse quietly as you make your way to the kitchen to do, well, you’re not sure what exactly. But are you surprised to find an envelope on the kitchen counter, propped up against what has become your coffee mug over the last three days? No. Of course not. 

There’s nothing written on the back this time, but who else would it be for? And so you carefully fold it and put it in your back pocket, not wanting to read it just yet. Not here, anyway. With no real need or reason to stay here you walk back to hall, where you find your trusted black Converse in the exact same spot you kicked them off, and as you put them on a smile creeps up on your lips when you remember everything he did to you last night, not just here but in the bedroom as well. It’s bittersweet now, for sure, but God did it feel good. 

With your shoes on, your duffel bag slung over your shoulder and your purse in your hand you step outside, using the key his mother gave you to lock the door even though it’s not really necessary. The police will get in either way if they want to. There’s a last glance at the house before you get in your car, a single tear running down your cheek, knowing very well you’ll never come here again.

It doesn’t matter, he won’t be here anyway.  

The drive home is quick, with a short stop somewhere in Georgetown for a cup of coffee and a sandwich, and you’re home just before five. It feels like you’ve been gone a lot longer than just four days and so you’re a bit surprised to find your house pretty much the way you left it, all your plants still very much alive. God, you’ll miss it here, you think to yourself, making a mental note to contact your landlord first thing tomorrow morning. 

But not tonight. 

Tonight, you decided on your way here, you get to wallow, and have a drink or two, and feel incredibly sorry for yourself. You’ve earned it. And so an hour later you find yourself on the couch, a just-delivered pizza sitting in its box next to you, a bottle of beer in your hand, and the envelope you found in the beach house sitting in your lap. The TV is showing reruns of Friends and because you’ve seen every episode at least five times already, it’s just background noise at this point. 

You’ve finished three slices of pizza and half your bottle of beer when you open the envelope, finding a postcard with greetings from the state of California. Turning it over you find a sequence of numbers written on the back which you somehow know are coordinates.

40°25'50.2"N 124°24'00.1"W

You’re a little disappointed there’s no note, no ‘I miss you’, but you get it, there’s no need to risk it. Saving the numbers as contact details for Bonnie and Clyde in your phone, you smile at the inside joke, and adding the numbers needed to make it seem like legit phone numbers. You tear up the postcard then, tiny little pieces that you burn with the use of a candle, once again very aware that you’re hiding something from the police. 

The first thing you do after breakfast on Monday morning is call Bert, telling him you’d like to speak to him. He sounds worried when he agrees to see you and you want to tell him not to, but you really don’t want to lie to him just yet and so you don’t say anything except for a, “See you Wednesday then, Bert.” before you hang up. 

You’re landlord is a little more difficult to get a hold of and it takes you three tries to finally reach her. 

“Darling,” she says, her voice raw from years of smoking and a love for whiskey that makes you wonder how she’s still so alive and well, “how are you? Nothing wrong with the house, I hope?”

“No,” you smile, even though she can’t see you. “I just wanted to let you know I’d like to end my contract at the end of August, Estelle.” 

“It’s not even the end of June, darling,” Estelle offers, “you know the notice period is only two months, right?” 

“I know,” you reply, “but there’s a lot going on and I really wanted to give you a heads up.” 

Estelle hums in agreement before she asks why you’re moving out.

“I uh,” the lie comes easy then, “I start a new job on September first. Out of state, so,”

“Well, I’ll miss you, darling,” Estelle says. “Call me when you’re ready to hand over the key?”

“Sure,” you agree, even though you’ve already planned to send it to her by post once the time comes. “Thanks, Estelle. For everything.”

“Don’t worry about it, kid,” she says, the familiar sound in the background telling you she’s lighting her cigarette, “I’ll see you.” 

“Bye.”

Hands on your hips, you take a look around your living room, a little overwhelmed at where to start. Not wanting to make it too obvious to whoever might visit you in the foreseeable future, even though there's a slim chance someone actually will, you decide to first pack the things you want to take with you, knowing it will be the bare minimum and won’t really show as a lot of things missing. You grab a moving box from the stack you picked up at Home Depot yesterday after your call with Estelle, and fold it into shape. Photo albums first then, followed by your favorite books, and a couple of the little trinkets that live on the shelves next to your books, but only the ones that have meaning. Like the figurine of a squirrel that Josh gave you for your twentieth birthday, to justify the use of your nickname. 

You fill two boxes easily and haul them to the laundry room at the back of the house to avoid them being seen, and allow yourself one more box that’s not clothes. The battered old cardboard box, filled with memories from high school including your senior yearbook, goes in first, followed by bits and pieces you collect from all over the house. This box joins the other two and that’s enough for today, you figure. You can’t really pack your clothes yet, and that’s done rather quickly anyway. 

There’s a knock on your door then, and you quickly hide the remaining unfolded boxes behind your couch before you answer it, very surprised to see your old neighbor standing on your doorstep, “Mrs Johnson?” 

She just smiles and hands you a little box.

You take it from her cautiously, “Uh, thank you?”

She nods, “I’ll be seeing you,” and then turns around and walks away so briskly it takes you a moment to register she’s gone. Looking around to see if anyone has seen you, you’re relieved to find the street empty otherwise and you retreat back inside.

The box holds an older model phone and a piece of paper with a code to unlock it. 

0813

His birthday. 

You can’t help but smile when you punch in the code. The phone unlocks, letting you know you’ve got one new message waiting for you. Butterflies roam around in your stomach when you click on the message icon and read what he’s send you:

Went to see him. He’s ready. Photo is sent. 

It’s cryptic but it tells you everything you need to know.

“Oh shit,” you mutter when you see his name flash up on your screen. You’re on your way to Carver State to see Bert, and this was the last thing on your mind. Stupid. Maybe it’s nothing, you think, trying to calm yourself. Maybe he’s just checking in on you, you reason, but you know it’s bullshit. 

“Hello?” you answer on the third ring, as if you don’t have his number saved in your phone.

“This is Detective Johansson,” his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “I need you to come into the station.”

“OK,” you draw out.

“We have some new information I’d like to present to you,” he continues. “The sooner you can get here, the better.”

Fuck. 

“Uh, yes, sure,” you clear your throat, trying to sound like you’re willing to help with whatever it is he needs. “I’m just on my way to see my boss, but I could come by after that? Around three?”

“Thank you.”

“Sure,” you say, trying to sound relieved when instead you’re getting more and more worried about how you’ll be able to pull this off. You wait for him to tell you he’ll see you then, but he’s already ended the call and you’re reminded once again why you don’t like him.

You arrive at Carver State then, parking in your usual spot, taking a deep breath before you get out of the car. Of all the things you have to do, this is the one you least look forward to.

“I’m really sorry, Bert,” you say once again, drying your eyes.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” he replies, gently patting your arm, “I understand.” He smiles then, “Honestly, I always knew this day would come, kid. It’s ok. You deserve so much more in life than to just be a bank teller.”

“Thank you,” you sob, because he’s too kind and you feel so, so bad for lying.

“Listen,” he says, sighing then. “You still have a week of leave left and after that it’s just a couple of days until the end of the month,” he smiles a sad smile, “I’m happy to just consider last Monday as your last day here. The sooner you get to chase your dreams the better, as far as I’m concerned.”

“Really?”

He nods, “Yeah, it’s fine. The school holidays are starting anyway and you know as well as I do that it won’t be as busy anyway.” 

“Thank you,” you say before you get up and give him a hug.  

“Do you want to, I don’t know, go out for dinner with the team as a going-away party or,”

“Oh no, no that’s fine,” you jump in, shaking your head. “If it’s ok with you, I’m just going to swing by Bea and Louise before I leave and then I’d much rather see you all again when I get back.” You throw him a wink, “Much more to tell you then anyway.” 

“Yeah,” Bert agrees, “God, I can’t believe you’re really going to spend the next year volunteering in South America.” 

Lies. Lies. Lies.

“So,” Detective Johansson says, sliding a picture towards you, “we got this in the mail yesterday.”

You take the copy and try to hide your smile when you see it’s the one of Josh from his twentieth birthday party, just before that awful New Year’s Eve. The same one he showed to you on Saturday. But this one has something written on the back in handwriting your don’t recognize:

This is your guy.

“Care to tell me who that is?”

You look up, keeping your voice soft, “Josh Hughes. We went to high school together.” You meet your own eyes in the two-way mirror that’s behind Detective Johansson, and you study yourself for just moment, relieved to see you look relatively normal. You were a little shocked when he took you to an interrogation room and actually locked the door, as if you might plan on escaping. 

“Now, of course we do our job when we get something like this,” he says, interrupting your thoughts. Detective Johansson leans back in his chair, arms crossed in front of his chair, “Didn’t take long, Chestnut Hill Nursing Home, right?”

You just nod.

“Sent one of our guys there yesterday afternoon,” he eyes you cautiously, “he asked around a bit. Talked to nurse Betty who showed him the visitor’s log." He leans forward then, taking another piece of paper out of his folder and slides it across the table, “Care to tell me why you visited Josh last Saturday?” A copy of the visitor’s log stares back at you, your name still the only one there. 

Just like you rehearsed, you think, “Because I also got a picture last week.” 

You open your purse and take out the photo, a little worse for wear now that it has been in your purse for a few days. You hold onto it, the lie coming easily, “I found it like this, in my mailbox, no envelope, nothing. Just a picture of some graffiti that I vaguely recognized.” 

You hand the picture over then, “It’s only when I looked closer that I saw the initials in the bottom right corner,” you wait until Detective Johansson sees them too before you continue, “and then I realized they were the same initials that were on the guys’ bulletproof vests.” 

Detective Johansson’s eyes go wide, if only for a second, before he regains his composure, but it tells you that he hadn’t even noticed it before, which makes you hide a smile.

“I know I should have come to you,” you say, dropping your eyes to add to the act, “but I just couldn’t believe Josh was behind the robbery. I wanted to talk to him first.” You keep looking at your hands that are folded together in your lap, “He told me he wanted to confess so I offered to call the police, but he,” you clear your throat, giving yourself some time to remember the words correctly, “he said he wanted to do it on his own terms and I believed him.” 

You look up at Detective Johansson, your eyes wide in what you hope looks like shock, “Do you think he’s behind all those robberies?”

“Do you think that’s why the robbers recognized you?” Detective Johansson asks, ignoring your question.

You shrug, “Maybe.”

“Well,” the Detective starts, taking a plastic bag out of his pocket, bagging the photo, “As you know Mr Hughes is in bad shape, and even though he says he wants to help us as much as he can we are facing quite the challenge,” he sighs. “We need to conduct both a thorough and quick investigation and,” he shakes his head, “nothing good ever comes from those.”

“Do you need more from me then?” you ask, hesitantly.

“Yes,” he nods. He sits up then, even more serious, “If I wanted to I could have you arrested right now. Charge you with the obstruction of an ongoing investigation.” 

You just nod.

“You’re an accessory after the fact, as far as I’m concerned.” His eyes stare into yours, “In a few minutes an officer is going to come in here and he will take your statement, starting with what happened the minute you walked out of here last week. I suggest you tell him the truth, because if we find so much as a wrong time or place in your statement,” he squints at you and gets up, leaving his threat hanging in the air. 

You watch him as he leaves, shutting the door behind him. Reminding yourself of the two-way mirror you hold your composure, staring at a point on the wall where the paint has chipped to reveal an ugly yellow color underneath. You go over the story you’re supposed to tell over and over again, right until a younger, nervous looking officer walks in and asks if you want something to drink before you start. 

You decline.

You’re turning the burner phone in your hand over and over again as you pace back and forth between your living room and kitchen. You want to call Sebastian, tell him what happened at the police station this afternoon, how you have this inkling that they’re onto you, but you know you can’t. This is the waiting game Josh warned you about, where everything seems to fall apart, but where you just have to wait. 

Wait, wait, wait, until everything rights itself again.

You know the statement you gave is watertight, Josh made sure of that, and you also know Josh will confirm everything you said. But still. There’s this nagging feeling that there’s something you forgot, some minor detail that you did or didn’t mention that will raise questions with Detective Johansson. Every time you hear or see a police cruiser pass by, you cower involuntarily, waiting for the knock on your door where they come to arrest you. 

Trust Josh, you think to yourself. Just trust Josh. 

He didn’t really tell you what his big plan was, just that he’d set things in motion for you to admit that you’d visited him at Chestnut Hill. That was all you had to do really, admit that you went out on an investigation of your own, which took you to the beach house first, then to Chestnut Hill, the nights in between spent in an hotel on the Island. The front desk clerk would confirm your story, Josh assured you, because he’d quit his job about a month later after he’d ‘suddenly’ come to some money and decided to use it on a trip to Mexico. But by then Josh was certain nobody would care anymore. 

Josh assured you that Betty would remember only seeing you that Saturday, as was evident in the visitor’s log, and she too would quit her job a couple of months later, claiming the job became too physically draining for her, when in reality she was going to enjoy her early retirement in a mortgage-free beach house on Pawleys Island. 

The phone beeps then, letting you know there’s another message, and you curse quietly because what the fuck? You unlock it with the code he gave you and open the message, a sad smile on your lips when you read: 

Heard from Elizabeth. Not long now until you need to call me.

The call from Chestnut Hill comes four days later, nurse Betty’s voice a little hoarse when she tells you, “He passed away in his sleep last night.”

“Oh,” 

“The service is on Thursday,” she says after clearing her throat. “He’d want you there.”

“Thank you.” You hang up the phone then because it’s all too much, your chest tightening when you realize he’s really gone. You talked about this, about his end drawing near, but never in a million years would you have thought it would be so soon. The tears come then, slowly at first, but it’s not long before they spill over and you find yourself sobbing so hard it physically hurts and you let yourself fall to the floor, mourning the loss of what you now know was one of your best friends.

It takes you a while to calm down, the sobs subsiding slowly until you think you’re calmed down enough to face the task at hand. You remind yourself that even though Josh is no longer here, there are still a few vital parts of the plan that need to be executed, with this maybe being the most important one.

You grab your phone and find Sebastian’s real number in your contact list, taking a deep breath before you hit dial.

He picks up on the second ring and because he knows why you’re calling all he says is a quiet, “Fuck.”

“I’m sorry,” you keep taking deep breaths, if only to keep yourself from crying.” 

Even though there are only a couple of rows of chairs in the little chapel in the garden of Chestnut Hill, you notice not even half of them are filled when you make your way inside. Your eyes dart across the few people sitting there, a little disappointed when you don’t see Sebastian among them. You look behind you just as you sit down, finding Detective Johansson leaning against the back wall, his hands in his pockets, looking slightly unimpressed. He acknowledges you with a nod of his head and you do the same.

You wonder if you should text Sebastian, your hand already on your phone, but the minister walks in then, and the service starts, and you figure he’s not coming. There’s a tug at your heart because you really wanted to see him. Hold him. Comfort him.

Let him know you’re still on his side. 

At the same time you wonder why Detective Johansson is here because it doesn’t seem very fitting for a Detective to pay his lasts respects to a suspect, does it?

“Dearly beloved,”

The minister’s voice interrupts your thoughts and you focus on him instead, glad to see him give more of a humanitarian approach to the service than you expected. At some point he invites Betty to say a few words about Josh’ time here and you are pleasantly surprised by how well she seemed to have known him, the warmth in her voice letting everyone know just how much she cared for him. 

The minister ends the service with a simple prayer and invites everyone who wishes to pay their respects to Josh to please do so. You wait until the nursing home staff and a few unfamiliar faces have passed the coffin before you make your way to the front. You bow your head, a sad smile on your lips when you whisper a quiet, “Thank you. For everything.”

The sun is shining when you step outside, the rain clouds from earlier having completely vanished, and you throw a wink at the sky because you’re sure this is Josh’ doing. It’s then you see him, leaning against a tree a little further down the path, his hands in his pockets, the black suit he’s wearing making your heart skip a beat. You walk up to him, slowly, not wanting to draw any attention, and he meets you halfway.

“Dragă,” he says, throwing his arms around you and pulling you close. 

“Oh Seb,” is all you manage to say before you feel the tears you’ve been trying to hold back spill over. 

He holds you until you’re calmed down a bit, kissing your cheek before he lets you go, not saying anything.

Someone clears their throat behind you then and you’re shocked when you see Detective Johansson taking a step towards you.

You look at Sebastian for help but he just winks and you’re not sure how to take this.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” Detective Johansson asks once he’s standing next to you.

You nod, “Sure.”

Fuck. 

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[katehuntington]

Title: Changes - part two Word count: ±3000 words Summary “Changes”: Huntress Zoë Sullivan (OFC) crosses paths and swords with the Winchesters, when the brothers stumble on a case she’s already working. When complications arise, they are forced to work as a team. Summary part two: Four years after the demon attack, a young woman is playing a cat and mouse game with another supernatural creature. Only this time around, she’s the hunter. Episode warnings: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Angst, gore, violence, character death. Description of blood, injury and medical procedures. Demon possession, supernatural creatures/entities. Smut, swearing, alcohol use/addiction. Kidnapping, mentions of torture and murder, illegal/criminal practices. Mentions of nightmares and flashbacks.  Music: About A Girl - Nirvana Author’s note: I couldn’t be more excited to share Supernatural: The Sullivan Series with you. @coffee-obsessed-writer​, @soupornatural​ & @mrswhozeewhatsis​, who edited the early drafts, and my girls @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish​ & @winchest09​ who are deciphering the recent version; thank you for helping me with this story and for taking it to a higher level. Everyone who encouraged me to go for it, you are awesome!

Supernatural: The Sullivan Series Masterlist 01x01 “Changes” Masterlist

     Rochester, Minnesota      November 24th, 2005

     Rain falls during a chilly night in November. Thunder rumbles in the distance, as heavy showers dim flashes of lightning that jump from one cloud to the other. Several miles outside of the city in the wide-open spaces, the world seems deserted. The atmosphere is threatening as nature shows her power. Straight roads cross the farmlands, not a living soul using them. No one is on their way home or driving away from it. Then again, in this weather, who would want to be out on the road? 

     In the distance, a light appears and steadily approaches. A bright shimmer reflects in the water on the asphalt, the sound of an engine building as the vehicle gets closer. It’s not an ordinary engine, not even close to the sound that modern cars produce these days. Actually, it’s not even a car.      A black Harley Davidson cuts through the night, roaring like a lion. The classic motorbike leaves a spray in its wake, the water catapulted from the back tire. The polished paint job shines proudly, catching even the smallest glint of light. Raindrops try to cling to waxed metal, failing miserably. It’s obvious the owner of this beauty takes good care of her. It’s the type of bike you would expect an old rocker to ride. The kind that listens to Metallica and is a member of a biker gang. A tough guy with a beard and big sideburns, who rides from roadhouse to roadhouse, consuming nothing but steak and beer. Nevertheless, this lucky Harley is ridden by a young woman. 

     The rider seems to be in a hurry; despite the slippery roads; she’s speeding down 75th street NW at ninety miles an hour. This woman and her Harley have reason to haste. The biker tries to focus on the road ahead, yet glances in her side mirror frequently, checking if she’s being followed. The sharp pain in her abdomen keeps her awake. She mutters to herself, biting down the pain. How could you be so fucking stupid? It’s your job to know what you’re dealing with, and yet you were caught off guard!

     The suburb of Rochester appears in the south; she’s almost there. The rider bends over her bike, clamping one arm around her waist and applying pressure.       “Fucking hell,” she curses.      She refuses to look down at her injury and keeps herself together. Hopefully, it’s not too bad, she doesn’t have time to get stuck in the ER. It’s during moments like these she regrets falling in love with her ‘94 Harley Davidson Road King, because a faster bike like a modern Kawasaki sports bike would be much more convenient right now. 

     She follows the road, which is shadowed by trees on both sides, until she passes through a small town, called Douglas. Again, she checks her mirrors, but there’s nothing on her tail. In front of her, several cars and trucks are driving up route 52. A sigh of relief escapes her mouth; back in the civilized world.       After turning right just before the highway, she speeds up again on the road running parallel to it. Finally, the motel appears in the distance, a building with a large neon number ‘6’ on the roof. The female biker parks her Harley in front of the motel and turns the ignition. Not nearly as graceful as usual, she gets off her bike and heads toward the entrance of the motel. With her right hand on her bleeding wound, she stumbles across the parking lot as she takes off her helmet. 

     A flash of lightning cracks the sky and reflects on the cars parked in front. For a split second, she thinks she sees a shadow standing in the rain. Quickly, she turns towards it, but it’s gone, yet her hand goes for the gun tucked behind her waistband, instinctively. On high alert, she scans her surroundings, her intuition telling her she’s not alone. Is she getting paranoid? He wouldn’t come out here and follow her by car, would he? That would be insane, he’d be too exposed.      Her hand slips from the grip of the weapon and she makes a run for it. After hastily entering the motel, she closes the door behind her. It’s warm in the lobby, country music playing in the background, a huge contrast to the chilling weather outside. Standing in the bleak light instead of mysterious shadows makes her feel a bit more at ease. 

     The old man behind the counter looks up from his paper, peaking over his reading glasses. An empty soda bottle decorates his desk along with some paper wrappers which once held a Wendy’s cheeseburger. She stares at the wrappers for a moment. Fuck, she would kill for a burger right now.      “You’re behind on your payment, Mrs. Johnson,” the old man remarks.      She throws a Mastercard on the desk while closing her coat around her body, hiding her injury and keeping the hand she used to staunch the bleeding firmly against her side. The motel manager thankfully doesn’t seem to pick up on anything out of the ordinary and takes the card without thanking her.      “I’m afraid I’ll have to charge you the extra night, too. It’s way past check out.”      “No worries, book two more. I’ll be sticking around for a few more days,” she returns.      “Business taking longer than expected, huh?” he assumes, while working the computer.      “Something like that, yeah,” she answers shortly, not willing to elaborate.      “Those two nights were the last slots. It’s busy this weekend.” The man behind the desk hits the enter button. “You’re in luck.”      She frowns at the comment. Right, luck. Looks like luck got me fucking shot. Thankfully he doesn’t have any further questions, she’s not in the mood for a chit-chat with the fossil. 

     The restless woman scans the parking lot outside for the third time, slightly out of breath, her face tense. Every once in awhile the motel manager glances over his screen, observing his client. Her black leather biker jacket is soaked through, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. Brown hair falls down her shoulders, the tips escaped her helmet drenched from the rain. Her dark eyes seem worried, makeup slightly faded. A young woman, who - according to the information he got from her when she checked in - married early, apparently. How old could she be? Twenty four, twenty-five, maybe? She doesn’t really seem like the marrying type, and he has seen many folks come and go. The poor girl looks pale, too, as if she’s ill or carrying a heavy weight upon her shoulders. A lot of shady business has happened in his motel, so he knows the signs. Maybe it’s drug related, maybe she’s fleeing from an abusive relationship. Who knows? He doesn’t bother to ask anymore. It would put him out of business if he would. Besides, she doesn’t seem like the person anyone would want to mess with. He does make a mental note to keep an eye on her and make sure his motel doesn’t turn into a crime scene.      “Here ya go.” He hands her back her credit card. “You know the way.”

     The mystery woman nods, picks up her helmet from the desk, and turns down the hallway. While entering room number 82, she takes off her jacket together with her tartan wind scarf and strides to the bathroom. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, her gaze drops to her abdomen, where a bloodstain has darkened her grey shirt. She lifts it up, the fabric sticking to the punctured skin. Fuck, that feels anything but pleasant. She reveals the bullet wound underneath, several inches to the left of her belly button.      “Shit, shit, shit.”       Carefully she takes off her shirt, her breasts only covered with a bra. Still staring at her reflection, she ponders on her next move. Maybe paying a visit to the hospital isn’t such a bad idea after all. That bullet could have ripped through a number of organs. The small intestine, descending colon, she remembers clearly from the books and lectures. The inferior mesenteric artery branches out there too.       “Would’ve been more blood if it was an artery,” she mutters to no one but her own lonesome mind.

     The fact that the bullet bounced off the wall before it hit her, could mean that it didn’t sink too deep into her skin. She decides to give it a try and fish it out herself; if she can’t solve the problem, a doctor’s visit is always an option.      The young woman grabs a clean towel and wipes away the crimson around the wound as she moves back to the bedroom. She takes a small briefcase from under the bed, putting it down on the table in the corner of the room. A sigh falls from her lips when she sits down on the chair, then opens the lid, revealing a wide range of surgical instruments and medical supplies. Gauze, suture thread, sterilizers, tape, syringes, catheters, and several small bottles with different substances ranging from morphine to epinephrine; enough gear to do minor surgery.      She swallows apprehensively; this is going to get nasty.      “Hell, I’m not doing this alone.”      Next to her bed, a bottle of whiskey beckons her. With a moan, the injured woman gets up, grabs the Johnny Walker and the glass next to it. She turns on the radio on the cabinet, twisting the volume button all the way, and walks back to the table, halting to face the mirror inside the briefcase. Filling up the glass with alcohol, she grabs gloves, forceps, and other supplies she is going to need. In the background, the first tones of About A Girl by Nirvana comes through the small speaker. With the bottle of Johnny’s Black Label on standby, she clears her throat while putting on the blue latex gloves. Here goes nothing. 

     There is a sharp increase in pain as the forceps slowly enter her body. With her eyes focused on the reflection in the mirror, her jaws clamp together as she tries to reach the bullet. She groans, fighting the intense agony that almost seizes her attempt, struggling to contain herself and steady her breathing. Not wanting to draw any attention is the only thing preventing her from screaming at the top of her lungs. Finally, the forceps touch something solid. With tears burning in her eyes, she succeeds in getting a hold of it, then carefully pulls back and drops the bullet into the glass. Quickly, she grabs the whiskey and takes large swigs, wincing at the afterburn.      “Fuck, that hurts,” she hisses, placing the bottle back on the table with a loud bang.

     The worst part is done, but it’s not quite finished yet. Shaky hands reach for the disinfectant, but unfortunately, the bottle of chlorhexidine is empty. Stupid, she should have stocked up immediately after she used it all last time. Oh well, whiskey will have to do then. And so she takes the Jack and pours the last bit of whiskey over the wound. The alcohol needs only a second before taking effect. But when the stinging pain does come, she’s unable to tone down the growl leaving her throat. But you know what really pisses her off? Now she’s out of whiskey, too. 

     Frustrated, the young woman clenches her fist, waiting for the pain to fade until it’s bearable. After several minutes, she has finally calmed down enough to proceed. She takes the thread and stitch scissors and finishes the job. The pain from the stitching needle piercing her skin isn’t too bad; it almost feels like a tickle compared to the forceps. After ripping a sterile wound pad out of its package with her teeth and soaking it in betadine, she places it over the wound and tapes it to her skin. All done. Unfortunately, she will live to see another day.

     With a sigh, she strolls over to the bathroom while pulling her latex gloves off her hands. Again, the woman - who basically just performed surgery on herself - looks in the mirror.      “Well hello, gorgeous,” she mutters sarcastically, registering the bags under her eyes, the run-down mascara and messy hair.       She looks like a train wreck and that’s an understatement. But considering recent events, she's lucky to still be standing. After opening the faucet, she bends over the sink. The water feels refreshing on her skin as she washes her face. With her hands on the edge of the sink, she closes her eyes. Time for a moment to stop, debrief, and take a breath.

     The fucking night she had. 

     What the hell happened out there? Where did this go wrong? She found a pattern, located the next victim. At least, she thought she did.       Burdened, the brunette turns around and slowly walks back to the main room. The interior of the motel is rather boring, but the bed is comfortable enough and there’s a television. Normally she insists on more luxurious hotels, but with two big events happening in the city, this was all she could find. 

     By the bed, she halts. A puzzle of newspaper articles, pictures, books, and blueprints lay spread out over the mattress as some sort of mind map. An outsider would think this so-called Mrs. Johnson might be a special agent. That, or a psychotic killer, but neither is true. In fact, her name isn’t even Mrs. Johnson. 

     Biting her lip, she narrows her brown eyes and tries to find some sort of link, an explanation for what happened tonight. Terry Cliffer, the guy she expected to be the next target, turned out to be the bad guy. The bastard who shot her certainly looked an awful lot like Cliffer. Somehow the suspect was on to her and made a change of plans, but what was the trigger?      She picks up two articles, both from the local paper, the Post-Bulletin. One is about a murderer with an ironclad alibi, the other a tiny report of a strange robbery. Both incidents took place during the same night, both suspects were caught on surveillance cameras, both claimed to be elsewhere at the time of the crime, and neither fit the profile of a killer or a thief. Two separate mysteries for the local police, one crystal clear case for a hunter. Until now, that is.

      She mutters unintelligibly, annoyed with the fact that she’s one step behind. There’s another question poking at her subconscious, maybe one of even bigger importance: how the hell did it shift so fast? She picks up a book from her bed and rereads the passage she labeled ‘Shapeshifting’.      ‘Shapeshifting is a common theme in mythology and folklore. In its broadest sense, it is a metamorphosis (change in the physical form or shape) of a person. Shapeshifting involves physical changes such as alterations of age, gender, race,  general appearance, or changes between human and animal form.’      Still standing up, she leafs through the book, trying to find what she’s looking for.      “Forms of shapeshifting, powers, punitive changes, needed items, yadda yadda yadda. Damn it, where is it!?” 

     Throwing the book back on the bed, she sits down, wincing, and pulls her MacBook closer on the table. Focused, she fires up the hard drive and opens her archives. After a bit of searching, the screen finally shows the information she’s been looking for.      “Shifting process: The shifting process takes several hours, but can be hastened by the shapeshifter itself, by tearing off its own flesh - Oh, that’s just gross.” She shivers, disgusted, staring and rereading the passage just to be sure.      It might be gross, but this is what’s happening. Something disturbed the monster she’s hunting, but did she mess up this job or did someone else blow her cover? 

     She has to go back to the roots of this case for everything to make sense. At least three people are connected to each other. Three people who don’t work together, who don’t live close by, but there’s one thing they have in common: they’ve all been seen at 110th Ave NW just outside Rochester this month. Traffic cams confirmed this, so the shifter must be hiding somewhere along that road. But where?      She opens a satellite picture of the area on her Apple computer and observes the houses alongside the road. The estates are spread out and have long driveways. It would take months to figure out where the shifter’s den is, and the creature will be long gone by then. Yesterday, she thought she had a lead. She discovered the thing uses the sewer system to travel. More than fifty percent of the houses out there aren’t connected to the sewer system, but have their own septic tanks, so she could scratch those off the list. Only nine of the remaining houses are empty. The problem is, she already checked those homes and ended up with nothing.

     “C’mon, what does your gut tell you?” she mumbles to herself.      One house, deep in the forest, captures her eye. It’s not connected to the sewer system, but on the last drive by, she saw a ‘for sale’ sign by the side of the road. Good chance it’s empty. It wouldn’t make any sense for the shapeshifter to hide out in the woods, miles from the sewer, but she has a feeling something’s going on in that place. Her intuition is the only thing she’s going on, since there are no leads left to investigate. Why is a voice in the back of her mind telling her to go there when it makes absolutely no sense?      “This is fucking insane,” she states out loud as she gets up to put on a new top.      Insane, maybe. But she is not going to sit on her ass and watch this monster get away with more abductions. What concerns her, is the people of which it stole their identities, are now missing. They could be dead for all she knows, but they could also be held some place, and in that case, every second counts. This stops tonight; she has been hunting this fucker for way too long. Determined, she gathers her stuff and leaves the room, heading back to the hunting fields.

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