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austinbutlerslovers · 4 months

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Hard at Work

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You and Austin have been away from each other for 3 weeks as he films the Bikeriders. It’s agonizing for you both unable to physically be together. After pulling some strings Austin is able to have you stay for the weekend and even visit him on set. You finally reunite in his trailer and he immediately uses you to relieve his sexual urges.

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Inspo: Anon request 💝 “Austin missing you and not being able to see you or have sex with you but you get to visit him on set one day and he wont have sex at work because he’s professional but he’s so stressed he makes you give him oral instead lots of oral description on Austin and how he uses you for stress relief”

~*Hard at Work*~

It’s been 3 weeks since Austin left to Ohio to film the Bikeriders. After being apart from him so long all you can do is fantasize about him. His giant house is empty the staff cleans while you run errands and work out. You comfort yourself in the evening after your shower going through the walk in closet pulling one of his white tees and smelling his scent, vanilla orange blossoms with musk you wear one to bed.

Every night you have facetime sex with him, he has a full goatee now and his voice sounds incredible as he tells you how to pleasure yourself for him as you watch him mastrubate on camera. Every time you close the laptop you feel a twinge of pain you crave his company his touch his everything.

You lay back on his empty king size bed and hug a pillow until you doze off.

You over sleep the next morning the maid knocks on the master bedroom door and you sit up in bed eyes squinting as you wake up . “Just a minute“ you say picking your phone up from the night stand to check the time. It’s blown up with texts and missed calls from Austin.

Austin 8:16 - Baby pack a bag I’m having you flown out

Austin 8:49- Baby where are you? I got approval to have you stay at my apartment ! Please answer

9:09 Missed Call

9:15 Missed Call

9:29 Missed Call

You immediately press call back

You: “Austin oh my gosh baby I overslept I’m so sorry we were on face time so late last night and l I was just missing you so much”

Austin: “Not for long your staying with me this weekend I’m kidnapping you and holding you hostage ”

You smile

You:“Austin I will be the most willing hostage for you “

You both laugh

Austin: “I need you, I’m missing you so badly baby. When I’m alone in the apartment at night after we face time I’m just gutted I want you to sleep here with me . I begged the coordinator to have you stay and they said they’ll allow two days at first to see how it affects my work and if all goes well you can come back longer for the weeks when I’m needed in less scenes. Now that it’s happening I’m just so grateful I’ll get to have you here..”

His voice trails off he misses you so much

You: “Aww Austin I’ll be there soon, I'm so excited you have no idea. I always assume you’ll be away the entire time you work this must’ve been a really big ask”

Austin:“Yea I think it was, I requested 3 weeks ago before I even arrived here and they just granted this morning. Oh! and its freezing here I’m wearing my hoodie and socks right now in the apartment, pack everything warm!”

You: “Okay I will, do you need me bring you anything? Do you need more hoodies?

You giggle

Austin:“Yes! More hoodies and more you!”

You both smile on each end of the call.

You: “Okay let me know all the details. I’m already mentally packing a bag to be there with you ”

You put him on speaker and open your notes app and he explains the dynamics of the trip what time you are arriving who will pick you up. He sends you his door code plane tickets and NDA paperwork to email back signed. Once everything is complete you say your I love yous and hang up.

You let out a shriek of excitement as you run to the walk in closet packing your weekend bag full of sexy lingerie and skimpy outfits to go see Austin. Then you smartly pack your jeans and jackets with his hoodies.

Ohio

It’s just before noon the sun is trying to peek through the overcast clouds covering the city of Ohio. Austin booked you an early flight to maximize his time with you. As you leave the airport after the 5 hour trip you rest your hand on your chin and close your eyes a little tired.

You are wearing black leggings and one of Austin’s black hoodies. His driver adjusts the rear view mirror as he speaks to you. “Austin would like me to make a quick stop at his apartment to drop off your things then promptly bring you to the filming location for the day, I have your passes. “Thank you” you say kindly then remember to text Austin. You snap a photo attaching it to the message

You: “I’m here”

You look out the window and yawn trying to be more alert .

Your phone buzzes

Austin: “Fuck you look so good,I’m so excited you’ll be with me soon. I get a break in my trailer in a few hours I want you there.” He sends a picture of he and Jody comer in their costumes throwing up peace signs making you laugh.

“I’ll be there baby” you type.

You put your phone away and rest you eyes a moment more.

The driver pulls up to a condominium community the camera scans his car sticker in the window the gate opens. He pulls to a stop at the side entrance of the building popping the trunk the sound waking you up.

He opens your door and you exit the car following him as he takes your luggage. He wheels it in as he scans his key fob entering the building. He takes the elevator with you to the second floor exiting into the hall and stopping in front of door B17. Entering the code the lock wizzes open. “Here is my card if you need anything I’ll be waiting for you downstairs” “Thank you” you say again. You giddily enter Austin’s place.

It’s dark inside all his shades are drawn. You click on a light stepping into the living room area and he was right it’s freezing. You check the thermostat its on but clearly not heating the place.

The apartment is a one bedroom Airbnb style set up, amenities with contemporary decor. There is a beige couch and beige curtains on dark hard wood floors. A shelf full of fake decorative vases a television and a desk set up against the window with a computer and a laptop.

You walk over to the desk. Austin has a pod cast mic set up next to his laptop a stack of books and a script. He also a framed photo he snapped of you laying on his bed.

You look back recognizing the chandelier and the bookshelf of vases in the living room realizing this is where he has the face time sex calls you have together making you blush.

You head to the master bedroom, there is a queen sized bed with two night stands, ornate lamps and a bookshelf, his outfit is already laid out on the duvet covers a black hoodie, gray sweat pants white socks. You enter the bathroom he has his skin care products neatly arranged on the counter it’s so cute you can’t stand how organized he is.

You bring your suitcase to the bedroom and undress, adding your plane outfit to his laundry basket and rinsing off. You exit the shower and dry off trembling the air is frigid in the apartment.

You pull your white mini skirt and stretchy black long sleeve v neck top from your suitcase adding boots a scarf with a black trench coat. You know how much he loves you in mini skirts.

Underneath you have a delicate lacy bra and panty set that he loves to feel the texture of on your body, the bra also makes your tits look amazing. You smile looking in the mirror peeking at your outfit thighs and breasts on full display then you tie the trench coat tight covering it all back up. He’s going to devour you.

You make sure to bring the gifts you picked up for him. Dark chocolate, ‘Essential Oils: Stress Relief Kit’ and one hoodie for on set.

As you exit the building the driver opens your door and you climb in with your gift bag feeling refreshed and excited to finally see him.

It takes 25 minutes to drive from the apartment to the filming location for the day.

The driver rolls down his window showing his ID badge at the first security check . You look out the and see the signage for ‘Edge Water Motorsports Park’. As you roll in the grounds are littered with tons of people dressed as bikers, there is a camera crane, camera crew, dozens of set coordiators standing around, extras makeup artists stunt men and personel with clip boards making sure everyone is where they are supposed to be. There is one person in charge with a megaphone progressing the production.

Your stomach is in knots this is such a big ordeal. It always impresses and intimidates you how Austin can just turn on and be in character with all of this chaos going on around him and that all of these people are here for the movie he is the star of. You’ve never been invited on set before and now you are feeling the apprehension as to why.

You drive through the final check point of security the leading cast trailer area. You look in awe seeing the doors with the names Hardy and Comer stopping at Butler .

Two security approach the car one speaks to the driver the other opens your door as you exit withyour gift bag. He hands you your lanyard with a VIP marking “You keep this on you at all times on set, Austin is expecting you, he’s in his trailer” he says gruffly and you thank him.

The Trailer

You approach the long air bus that reads Butler and smile. You walk up two steps and knock “Come in” you hear his familiar voice say.

You are so happy your heart begins pounding in your chest. You pull the handle opening the door to his trailer. Austin stops reading and places his script on the table eyes lighting up immediately as he sees you he watches you step in and close the door behind you.

He picks you up so quickly in his strong arms lifting you into a hug. He looks handsome in a different grungy sort of way with his goatee and his biker outfit on “I’ve missed you so much baby” he says eyes shining with excitement “I’ve missed you too Austin“ you admit lovingly. You arms are draped over his shoulders gift bag swinging behind him in your hands as he holds you to him squeezing his arms around your torso.

He lowers you back down and plants a kiss on your lips you tiptoe up wanting more. His eyes light up as he plants another softer longer one but it isn’t enough for you, he smells like diesel and motor oil driving you crazy. “Austin have you been riding a motorcycle today?” Your voice almost a hush from arousal. “Yea I did film a riding scene how did you know?” he smiles curiously.

You lean in to him just at the place under his jaw at his neck inhaling his scent again “Mmm because you smell just like fresh motor oil “ you admit and it sparks your passion for him. You trace your finger over one of his biker patches peeking up at him through your lashes “Austin I need you” you whisper running your hand down the leather vest of his Benny costume.

He smiles bringing his hand to hold your face “I know I need you too, but we’ll fix that later right now I was only able to request a one hour visit” he winks at you and making you smile you tell yourself to be good with him in this setting.

You hand him his gift bag and he looks delighted that you thought of him and immediately digs through it taking out his favorite brand of dark chocolate first “ yes” he says confirming the choice smiling up at you .

Then he sees the stress relief essential oils and chuckles to himself “I hope this work”he says making you giggle. He sees his hoodie at the bottom and thanks you with a kiss. He sets the bag down on his table and unseals the dark chocolate taking a bite.

“Come in and get comfortable “ he says as he motions you in and locks the door behind you. He guides you to sit down on his brown leather couch.

You open your coat revealing your outfit as you sit, breasts on display legs crossed showing your upper thighs in the mini skirt, he pauses dumbfounded until he regains his thoughts putting his chocolate bar in the fridge and pulling out a glass jar of filtered water. He continues staring at your body as he pours you a glass and sets it on the low table in front of you.

He pulls his chair from the high table to sit across from you his legs wide apart resting in his chair wondering how he's going to stop thinking about fucking you in his trailer and just enjoy your company while he's on break.

"You look so good" he says already faltering eyes lingering on your exposed thighs in the mini skirt. You intentionally uncross your legs spreading them wide apart showing him your panties. He sits up in his chair full attention on you. He hasn't had you in so long he's craving you now.

You see his unfaltering gaze between your legs and leave the couch climbing onto his lap straddling him as you kiss him. He accepts you hugging his arms around your waist kissing you back slowly.

Your taste your smell your sounds his cock begins to swell being reminded. "Austin I missed you so much I couldn't think straight" you say taking your lips from his. “It was the same for me" he breaths as he caresses the nape of your neck.

He pushes his cock against you and pulls your neck to his lips kissing along your throat his tongue sliding out to taste your skin getting more aroused by your neediness for him as you grind your clothed heat back on to him.

"Just show it to me” he whispers. You stand immediately and lift your skirt pulling your panties down they cling to your wetness before you pull them all the way off placing them on the table.

You go to lay on on the couch and let him fuck you but he quickly grabs ahold of your wrist quietly laughing.

"no no I can't take you here" he says whispering "I'm at work....but l'll give you something else" his eyes stare at you daringly.

He pulls you back on to his lap with your legs spread apart pussy completely exposed to him. He pulls your skirt up to the hips looking in your eyes watching your reaction as he reaches his hand between your legs and slides his fingers back and forth on your wet pussy folds. "Mmmmm Austin!" you cry out finally feeling his touch. He loves watching you get off, but he cups his hand on your mouth reminding you to be quiet as he continues.

"You're already so wet" he whispers. You get wet so easily for him it makes his cock start to get hard when he feels it seeping out of you. "Fuck" he whispers again and slips his long fingers all the way inside of you making you moan loudly . Even though his hand is muffling the sound against your mouth he stills his fingers inside of you.

"I want to make you cum...but if you can't be quiet I will stop ....and I don't want to stop" he says a glint of sexual deprivation in his eyes. "Are you going to be good for me and stay quiet so I can watch you cum"

You nod frantically with his hand covering your mouth wanting him to finish and fight yourself to remain quiet for him.

He begins again gently sliding his fingers in and out of you as your walls grip them tightly. Not having him in so long intensifying your pleasure making you fight the urge to moan so badly it's transcending you to another consciousness. Your face flushes pink and your body writhes against his palm beneath you as you make tiny muffled noises against his other hand cupped over your mouth.

He just stares at your beauty loving his large hand covering your mouth holding back your moans as his fingers derive pleasure out of you pushing you over the edge making you fall apart. He's feeling drunk from your arousal for him, speeding up his movements loving the feel of his fingers squeezing inside of you as his knuckles wetly smack against your entrance. He wants to enjoy his favorite sight of watching you cum for him.

You can't believe you're doing this in his trailer on set with security and staff right outside the door. It makes you want to rush and and try to cum faster your body begins tensing from anxiety as your heart races faster and he can already tell something is wrong.

"Just relax for me" he whispers, slowly removing his hand from your mouth placing it on the back of your neck holding you closer. With the hand that is fingering you he places his thumb on your clit so that with each push of his fingers inside of you his thumb glides on your clit too. It’s such a skilled move you stare at him in awe feeling the pleasure amplifying in your core as your eyes fill with worship for what hes doing to you. He just smiles at you and pulls your neck to his mouth kissing and sucking his favorite place just below your jaw

You give into him completely exhaling small whimpers as he kisses your neck and expertly fingers you into an orgasm, your panting heavily in his ear, rocking and clenching on him. As you start to climax he whispers his praises "You've been so good for me being quiet, I want to make you cum for me now" you nod profusely feeling the tightness in your core ready to snap at any second.

He pushes his fingers up toward your naval and curls them down pulling in a “come here” motion that has you lose all resolve he fingers your gspot faster and harder until he’s rocking your entire body in his lap. You grip onto his shoulders for dear life as an extreme rush of pleasure floods your core and it snaps as you orgasm for him holding back every loud moan that tries to escape your throat.

When he removes his fingers you whimper, and spread your legs wider wanting more. It gets him so hot knowing you need a second orgasm being without him for so long. He rewards you immediately slipping his fingers back in and pressing his other hand down across your naval plunging his fingers deeper, it feels like he's squeezing the life out of you as you gasp overwhelmed with so much euphoria your vision goes blurry.

He pulls his fingers out and waits until you whimper “Austin please” you beg, his fingers teasing just near your entrance. “ You want more?” He whispers “ Yes Austin Please!” you beg almost raising your voice from how much you need it. He then slips his fingers back inside of you doubling his pace watching your facial expression change as your about to cum again. He's getting off being able to finger fuck you and see you orgasm a second time for him.

When he curls his finger against your gspot while pressing his hand on your naval it makes your body constrict so tightly you can’t breathe you clench on him so hard until you feel overwhelmed and a burst of pleasure erupts in your core releasing liquid all over his fingers as he wetly pounds them between your legs. He stills his fingers when you shudder and collapse against his chest trembling, the double orgasm wrecking you.

"You came so beautifully for me " he whispers in your ear as he pets down your hair, he loved watching how he made you cum twice so much. He carefully pulls his fingers out of you fully covered in your slick. He planned to suck them but the taste of you always turns him on too much and he has to get through more scenes at work.

He decides to make you do it for him. “Open your mouth for me I want you to taste what I cant have until later” he whispers and you suck him clean from his knuckles to his finger tips”

His lips part and pupils dilate wide watching you, it arouses him so much you feel his cock getting brick hard beneath you . “I have to get up” he whisper's slightly panicked and you giggle leaving his lap quickly and letting him stand. “Get dressed “ he says eyeing your painties on the table.

You pull them back on as he tries to straighten himself out. The outline of his erect cock is prevalent in his jeans there’s nothing he can do to hide it.

You drop down on your knees in-front of him already undoing his belt freeing access to pull down his zipper. His body is tensing not wanting to cum at work, especially not on set, especially not in his character costume, but he doesn’t stop you hes already consumed with the thought of cumming in your mouth.

His brain starts trying to take over “Baby I can’t do this at w…” he starts but you finally release his hard veiny cock in your hand making his body jump “You can’t do what baby?” You ask looking up to him poised to suck his cock. He can’t resist the urge his eyes faltering looking down your top and seeing your breasts in a lace bra and your thighs exposed in the miniskirt riding up to be more like a belt. He wants in your mouth so badly he gives in “ baby suck my cock ” he begs.

You look at his length pulsing in your hand, bigger and redder than the last time you’ve seen it. He’s been waiting to have sex with you this entire time. You feel a surge of arousal making you wetter rubbing your thighs together wanting to fuck his brains out.

You hold the base and slowly guide him in your mouth a desperate moan escapes his throat when his tip hits the back of your throat filling your mouth all the way up.

You twirl your tongue around the tip and he grips the edge of the table to keep himself steady. You love the sound of him gasping and making small whimpers above as you hollow your cheeks and begin to suck. His eyes are shut tight and he’s panting he needed you so badly "It’s so good baby” he breaths.

You reach your hand up guiding it underneath his shirt trailing your fingers tips on his rock hard abs. He wants his release down your throat and begins gently thrusting his length in your mouth letting you know he’s ready to cum. You hold firm to his hips tracing your thumbs on the bones there knowing he’s going to go so hard when he orgasms.

He holds your hair in a makeshift pony tail ready to use your face “You gonna swallow for me baby?” he asks through ragged breaths fucking your mouth faster. You lock eyes with him and you nod with his heavy cock in your mouth making slurping sounds as he’s ramming it in, he presses deeper and your throat clenches around his tip. “ UGHH” he cries loudly from the intense feeling.

He grips your hair harder holding your head steady to milk his cock “Here it comes ..suck it out of me” he says making you moan on his length twirling your tongue over the head sucking hard on his tip until you hear him grunting loudly as his silky cum squirts across your pallatte, you relax your throat and swallow it right out of the tip of his cock

“OH FUCK” he yells so loudly doubling over. He loses all his strength as you drain him completely dry and he struggles to recover. You are sure everyone outside the trailer heard him.

You release his empty cock from your mouth and catch your breath. Both of your thoughts interrupted by a harsh knock on the trailer door.

You quickly get up and adjust your clothing as Austin zips and buckles his belt checking that you are decent. He opens the door with a causal innocence “Everything alright Mr. Butler? “ the staffer asks. Austin smiles running his hand through his hair knowing he was too loud. “Yes just rehearsing lines” He says with a cool cadence gained from his profession as an actor.

“I’m sorry to bother you but you have 10 minutes until take. The golf cart will be here soon do you need anything else before you head back on set?” The staffer asks. Austin looks over at you and you shake your head no “Were all good “ Austin says nodding to him as he closes the door.

He wraps you in his arms as soon as it shuts nuzzling his nose against your neck planting sweet kisses up to your ear “You are such a naughty girl making me cum in my trailer” he whispers and you giggle “But man do I feel great now” he smiles. “I can tell” you say affectionately.

“Yea my stress level has been through the roof … I was so distracted all the time, now I’m so clear headed I probably won’t even need as many takes today” He confesses as he holds you tighter and presses his pelvis into yours

“The fact that you’re going to watch on set today is going distract the fuck out of me, but I’ll probably get my best takes ever thinking about how I get to strip you out of this outfit when I get to the apartment later” He says tracing his fingertip along the lace of your bra peeking out of your top, he takes a hold your jaw tilting your face up and gently kisses your lips in appreciation. He’s so much sexier after you make him cum.

He takes your hand and pushes the trailer door open leading you outside just as the golf cart arrives you both hop in and take a seat behind the driver. He peeks over at you once you’re both settled and smirks watching you smiling dreamily staring off in to space without a care in the world from the orgasms he gave you. He puts. his arm around you pulling you closer enjoying having you back with him again.

You are just lost in bliss daydreaming about the ways he made you cum in his trailer and how he’s going to have his way with you so many more times over the weekend in the apartment . You place your hand on his thigh and squeeze it in anticipation, ready to go see him professionally work hard on set this time.

~*End*~

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k8kaa · 1 year

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“how come you’re not wearing any panties,” with joao felix? please? i love ur writing sm btw!

J.FELIX : HOW COME YOU’RE NOT

WEARING ANY PANTIES ?

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a/n : NONNIEEEEEEEE!!???? tysm . sorry ive been kinda dead yall we back dw

laying in bed with your boyfriend, hes had a long day of training.. usually joão would have his hands wrapped around your waist , but he stopped doing it. it made you angry since you wanted all of his attention at all time . so tonight you were your small night gown with no panties . joão was laying in bed , so tired.. you bent down to remove you socks before bed and he was just flashed . “woah—” escaped his mouth . “hm? is there something wrong?” you asked with a smirk. “like what you see boy?” you teased once more . he was just .. blown away . “oh i sure do .” the footballer shot back. “come here” he whispered . he grabbed your hand and pulled you on top of him . you started kissing joão and removing his pants . you felt him get hard under you . you remove his boxers . “calm down baby.. . not so fa— FUCK!” you had already placed his cock inside you . you moaned loudly . he felt so good .. grabbing your waist with his strong , long hands .. so fine . “your soo— mngh!” you coulds speak because how good you were ridding him . hes eyes were so pretty all turned on . hes sexy grunts turned you on , hes big strong arms all over you body , touching you boobs . hes hands gripped hard on your wasiy “such a fucking whore—! no panties?-!” joão groaned. grunts and muffed swear words were all that could be heard . you felt on cloud nine ridding him . but you felt as your climax was closing up . “i wann—cum!!” you moaned . “no—no you wont.” he pulled out. “no!please..please joão!” you begged like a bitch in heat . “what you deserve for being such a slut .” he scoffed . you begged to cum , joao made fun of how desperate you were but , he still let you back on “i—i’ll be good i promise!” you moaned getting off his cock again . he let you cum . it felt amazing to finally cum .. especially when was cumming inside you . “you will be good just for me.. meu amor.. now clean my cock like the whore you are.”

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steddie-island · 5 months

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Cabin in the Woods

@steddiemas day 27 - Keeping Warm | WC: 1199 | Rating: G Tags: Snowed in, First kiss, Getting together Also find it on ao3

They’d been looking for the cabin for half an hour. Hopper hadn’t been lying when he’d said the side road leading to the cabin had been easy to miss; they’d had to turn around twice before they’d actually spotted it. It was a couple hundred yards away from the road and surrounded by trees that almost seemed to have grown up around it. It was perfect for a romantic weekend getaway. …Which was why Hopper had asked the three of them, Steve and Robin and Eddie, to take an afternoon and make sure the place was clean and that the firewood was stocked. Robin, the traitor, had caught the flu, so it was just Steve and Eddie.

Not that either of them were complaining at first. Eddie put on some of Hopper’s vinyls as they wiped the layers of dust from the furniture. The windows were open, the fresh air sweeping in and clearing away the smell of stagnation.

The two boys changed the bedding, they replaced the pillows with the nicer ones that Hopper had bought because he thought Joyce deserved the best– and because Robin had pointed out that if the pillows had been there for ten years the way he’d claimed they’d been, they definitely needed to be replaced before Joyce used them.

The refrigerator was stocked with groceries that Hopper had bought. They made sure the water was running and that there were gallons of water in case the pipes ended up freezing. Everything was going perfectly.

Until they went out to start gathering firewood.

Until the snow that had been coming down in gentle flurries all day decided to stop flurrying and start dumping down on them.

They hadn’t gone that far from the cabin, really they hadn’t, but with the way the wind whipped the snow off of the ground and into their eyes, they may as well have trekked to the other side of town. “Stay close to me!” Steve shouted before abandoning part of his armload of wood. He wanted to make sure they still had something to burn, but he needed a hand to hold on to Eddie with, too. Both of them being lost was bad enough, but being lost separately? That was another kind of hell that Steve really didn’t want to think about.

So they held on to one another as they stumbled this way and that, blown about like they weighed as little as the snow drifts.

It was another twenty minutes before the snow slowed enough for them to make out the shape of the cabin against the trees. Both boys ran for it, and almost as soon as they reached the porch the blizzard started up again.

“F-f-fuck!” Eddie dropped the firewood into the bin Hop had set up for it inside. “It’s f-f-freezing out th-th-there.” His teeth chattered as he spoke. “Cl-clothes off,” Steve managed to get out once the door was closed behind them. He shrugged out of his parka, removed his mittens and the hat that was stiff with ice and snow.

“You h-hitt-tting on me?” Eddie tried to joke. His teeth clacked together too hard for that, though, and he began stripping out of his wet layers, too. Which at this point was pretty much everything.

Steve was shivering too hard to respond. He just walked past Eddie to the bedroom to dig through and find clothes. Hop’s pants would be too big for them, but he found lounge pants that they could cinch tighter and two flannels that they could wrap up in. He managed to dig up some thick socks, too, and made a note to thank Hopper for never properly packing this place up.

“I’ll g-get the fire going.” Steve passed Eddie’s clothes over to him. He’d hurried to get dressed already, but Eddie had less meat on him and was practically turning fucking blue.

“My– my f-fingers are gonna f-f-fall off,” he complained as he pulled the socks on over his hands instead of his feet. “Jesus Christ, why didn’t we do firewood f-f-first?” “Because we’re idiots,” Steve said. He knelt beside the fireplace and began stacking the few dry logs they had inside. It took some fumbling with crumpled up newspaper, and the lighter Eddie carried around with him didn’t want to work where it had gotten so wet, but soon enough a fire was burning and the cold was seeping from their bones.

“Hop owes us b-bigtime,” Eddie murmured. Steve had sat him firmly down right in front of the fire so his hair could thaw and his lips could get their color back. He found a can of stew in the cabinet and used a pot held over the flame to get it warmed up. “It’s okay, Ed. We’ll be okay.” “I know.” Eddie pulled the quilt tighter around himself to keep the heat trapped in. “Lucky thing I got stuck with a B-boy scout.” The tease had less heat in it with the way Eddie’s teeth chattered in the middle.

Steve just grinned and dished the food up. “Lucky I got stuck with a stoner who had a lighter on him.” His voice was fond, though, and as he took his spot beside Eddie the other boy opened his arms to drape the quilt over Steve, too.

They talked as they ate, about Robin, about Joyce and Hopper, about how Erica was the scariest person either of them had ever met (tied very, very closely with Max.)

Steve put their bowls in the sink and came back to the fire. Eddie looked better now, had most of his color back to his skin. When those doe eyes looked up at him, Steve felt his breath catch in his chest.

“What?” Eddie asked as he pushed his hair off of his face. “Nothing. You just… look better.” Steve folded back down beside him under the blanket. Eddie smelled nice, too, like cold and snow and the conditioner that he’d filched from Steve’s house that Steve used when he spent the night at the trailer. “Do you have feeling in your fingers again?”

His intention hadn’t been to take Eddie’s hand as he asked the question, but between one breath and the next their fingers were laced together and resting on Eddie’s knee.

Eddie looked down at where golden skin met alabaster. Something had been growing between them since Steve had taken care of him in the hospital and after. There were so many shared glances, touches that lingered just a little too long, and it had long become normal for the two of them (and a lot of times Robin, too) to share a bed when the nights were long and the shadows grew heads that opened into stars with razor sharp teeth. Steve had seen him at his worst and had stuck around, was still sticking around.

“Fingers seem to be okay. I think my lips could use some warming up, though,” Eddie said, finally feeling courageous enough to say something.

Steve smiled and brought his hand up to cup Eddie’s cheek. They leaned in closer.

As their lips met, the storm outside raged on.

Steve and Eddie had never been warmer.

#Steddiemas #Steddie #Steddie fic #Steddie ficlet #I accidentally combined days 27 and 28 #It's been a long day but we made it lol #We're just leaving this tagged as day 27

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You Are so Beautiful,

carl grimes (Part Two)

Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader (she/her)

A/N: Part two to You Are so Beautiful. I hoped you enjoyed the first part and if you’re just now seeing this, you should go read part one. (Again, credits to @cosmic-flwers !!)

warnings: “borderline” smut (no actual sex just getting there ig), a few season 7 spoilers!!

Season 7 Carl Grimes so he’s around 17-18, Y/N is the same age as Carl and is Negan’s daughter. Told from first person P.O.V. (Y/N’s P.O.V.)

!! proof read !!

Summary for part one: While on a walk Y/N heard a scream coming from Carl and Judith crying. She went to their house and saw Carl covering his wound with his hand. (context — Carl was trying to get Judith to go take a nap, she refused and scratched his wound causing him to scream.) Y/N bribed Judith with candy, she soon fell asleep, and Y/N offered to clean up Carl’s wound and give him a new bandage.

Y/N: purple

Carl: blue

Rick: green

Negan: orange

Enjoy!

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“Is your dad here or is it just you and Judy?” I asked Carl.

“My dad has been out for a bit but he never told me when he’d be back.” He replied.

“Then we better make this quick.” I said, Carl not hesitating to toss his flannel and shirt to the ground. Once that was out of the way he helped me take my top off, biting his lip as the fabric lifted. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, allowing me to straddle him. He placed soft kisses on my neck and collarbone, leaving a few, bright, plum marks on my skin. (those were going to be hard to hide) The feeling of his soft hands against every inch of my waist felt amazing. He placed a firm hand on my jaw to kiss me. His lips were so fucking soft, along with his tongue that managed to sneak into my mouth; though, I can’t complain.

It hadn’t been long before us giving each other, “soft kisses” became a full blown “make out session.”

Carl’s belligerent kisses caused a piercing moan to slip away from my lips.

“Be quiet.” He ordered, “Judith is still asleep, remember?”

“I can’t help it!” I said panting, practically gasping for air. My body shuddered with pleasure when I felt him growing beneath me. He gave me one last, gentle, kiss and looked up at me, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“You sure you wanna do this?” My pussy began to throb after hearing his words. Asking for a girl’s consent is such a simple yet hot think for a guy to do, especially during the apocalypse since the law “doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Yeah-Yes. I’m sure.” I said, eager for him to fuck me. I slid my shoes and socks off as he unbuttoned my pants. I stood up so they could simply fal to the ground, doing the same for my bra. I snapped my fingers in Carl’s face after noticing he was getting a bit distracted. I began to unbutton his jeans but before he could take them off we heard a door open from far away, jumping at the sound of Rick’s voice.

“Carl?” Rick yelled from the living room.

“Shit.” I gave Carl a “we’re fucked” kind of look.

“One second, Dad!” He buttoned his jeans and put his shirt on. I put my top on and tried to pull my pants up as quick as I could after hearing foot steps coming closer to the bathroom door.

“Carl-Carl?! Y/N?!” I looked like a deer in headlights when I saw Rick’s eyes watching his son’s hands as he buttoned my pants.

“I-I should probably get-going…” I stuttered, trying to get passed Rick.

“Hey, you’re forgetting your uhm…” Rick pointed at my bra that was on the floor. I turned around and let out a loud, annoyed, groan.

“You stupid slut.” I mumbled to myself.

“How about you two get… Decent and then come downstairs. We’re having a talk.” Rick slammed the bathroom door shut.

“I’m so fucking screwed.” Carl told me the minute his dad was gone.

“Me too.” I laughed.

“Not as much as me, you won’t get in trouble by your dad.” He assumed.

“And how do you know that?”

“Well, first off, your dad actually likes me and second, he’s an asshole but seems to be a lot cooler than my dad is.”

“Wait, your dad doesn’t like me?”

“It’s not that he doesn’t like you…He doesn’t-Trust you.”

“That doesn’t make it any better!” I pouted. We walked outside of the bathroom and downstairs into the living room, when me and Carl sat one the couch at trembled at the sight of Rick’s “death stare.”

“You two have got to understand why having sex isn’t the best idea with how everything is right now.” I sighed in relief, maybe we weren’t as fucked as we thought we were.

“Dad, I know but… We’ll be fine.” I nodded in response to Carl’s comment.

It didn’t make much sense to me since, from my knowledge, there isn’t any access to condoms nor birth control with how the world is right now.

“With what condoms?” It was as if Rick was reading my mind.

“Well, I found some in-In your room plus, Glenn was stocked up so… Yeah.” Carl gave a light chuckle regretting bringing up the dead member.

“Not trying to be selfish or anything like that but… You won’t tell my dad, will you? He doesn’t even know I’m here right now.” I blurted out.

“You know… Now that you’re bringing it up, I will. I’m sure he’d love to hear that you’re causing trouble.” I was quite annoyed by the cocky smile on Rick’s face, I did nothing to him to deserve his wishes upon my downfall. “Where is he right now?”

“Grab Judith, she’s asleep in her room, I’ll show you.” I said, looking at Carl with an ashamed look on my face. Rick grabbed Judith and the three of them followed me back to my dad who was still outside “working.”

“Finally, you’re back! Wait-What are they doing with you?” My dad asked me.

“Y/N and C-”

“Oh! I asked her. Not you.”

“Actually-Rick was needing to talk to you about… Something.”

“Well then, go ahead.”

“Your daughter and my son were, about to, have sex before I stopped em’. I just thought you should know that since I know how protective you are of her.” My body was full of annoyance, Rick was making such a big deal out of nothing and for no reason!

“Okay.” My dad shrugged.

“Okay?” Rick laughed in shock.

“Do you think I actually would have given a single fuck about Y/N•N having sex? And anyway, if she’s going to have sex with anyone I’m perfectly fine with it being your son.” It’s not that my dad doesn’t care about my own health or safety, he just knows that it’s stupid to get all worked up over something like this.

“Are you being serious?” Me and Carl began to laugh at Rick’s dramatic reaction.

“They’re horny teenagers, they probably barely ever seen anyone that’s they’re age. So yes, I am being serious because, once again, our kids having sex is the least of anyone’s problems right now.”

“Told you that your dad was cool.” Carl looked at me with an annoyingly cute smirk.

“Shut up.”

#chlos-dead #aesthetic #fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #wattpad #spotify #twd #twd imagine #the walking dead #the walking dead imagine #carl grimes #carl grimes imagine #chandler riggs #scenario

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At long last!

Treading Water - Chapter 6: The Plated Trailblazer & The Compass Familiar

(The Cultist)

Can also be found on ao3!

WARNING!: This chapter contains detailed depictions of a sacrificial ritual and has been marked (!!!!!!!! ) where the description begins and when it ends just in case anyone would still like to read this one, but doesn't want to read the icky stuff. Take care of yourselves pretty please!<33

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"I'm- hold on, wait a minute," baby blue eyes were suddenly blown wide and his fingers were tangled in his curly red locks as he gawked up at Bright—who was stood over his bed with a grin that reached every feature on their face. "You want to what?"

"I want to go find Sam and Bolt," they repeated. Frederick's expression faded and fell into grief as that unfortunately familiar ache bloomed through his chest, that inner despair always so strong that he could feel it become physical when the joints in his fingers throbbed and his shoulders grew heavy as he strained against the weight.

"Bright," he sighed, downcast. "They've been missing for weeks. No one here has been able to find them and—" the other hastily cut him off:

"And, that's exactly why we have to," Bright Eyes insisted. "Freddie, we woke up one morning with no memories of the week before. And while we were reeling from that alone, we find out Sam and Bolt are gone without a trace?" They began pacing around the small room, tatting their fingers against their palm as they spoke.

"The Constable—"

"That Constable only cares about himself, Fred. He'd rather add those two to the list of missing people than actually do something about it." Bright continued to argue fervently as they walked from one end to the other, pivoting smoothly on their heel before they could bump into any furnishings; as they picked up speed, Frederick was sure he could see smoke trailing behind them with every step they took.

"Not to imply that this is a bad change of attitude but," he began, "what happened to the whole "the seething loathe I harbor for that man is stronger than the power of a thousand suns" thing? I thought you might sever the heel from your foot before putting so much as a finger's worth of effort towards helping Sam." Bright Eyes froze in their tracks and chewed at the inside of their cheek as their gaze bounced around the room trying to think of some excuse. They sputter a little, but managed to play it off:

"Nothing happened to it," they shrugged, "I still despise him with every fiber of my being—and for good reason—but if he and Bolt vanished at the same time, then they are bound to be wherever he is." They'd concluded with a firm nod, hoping the other would accept the answer without attempting to pry at their defenses. Frederick sighed through his nose and tossed the warm blankets away from him as he scooted to the edge of his bed, gesturing over to the small set of drawers against the other wall and smiling a little as Bright Eyes' poor attempt at covering up their relief and delight by trapping their lips between their teeth before pivoting immediately to grab Frederick some clean socks.

The redhead suppressed a snort when he watched them trip on their own feet and stumble a bit into the dresser, thoroughly convinced that they must get their clumsiness and semi-irresponsible decision making skills from Sam's sibling. By the time they'd tossed him the new pair of socks, Bright had regained their tact and waited impatiently for the other to get ready with their eyes on him and their hands on their hips. Fred sat still in the silence after slipping on the socks, looking at Bright Eyes with expectancy—and they looked back at him with the same expression until he stuttered and spoke up:

"I can't exactly get changed if you're still here, Bright."

"What? Afraid I might see your little—"

"Bright!" Frederick exclaimed, picking up his pillow and chucking it at them.

"Alright, alright! I'm leaving!" They laughed, stepping back out of his room and closing the door behind them. As they left him to get ready for this adventure, all he could wonder was when they would trust him with how they truly feel about things; when they would finally open up to him.

It didn't take long before he emerged from his small room and was met with a satchel nearly up against his face. He chuckled as he took it from their hands and adorned it across his torso, pulling open the top to take a peek at what was packed inside only to find a waterskin and smaller pouches—one that held rations while the other held coin, he assumed.

"I know it isn't much, but we can stop places along the way whenever we need to refill. That way we won't end up lugging around food that'll just wind up spoiling," Bright Eyes explained, nearly bouncing as they waited for Frederick to join them at the door to start on their journey. He smiled a smidgeon at their bettering skill of thinking ahead, proud of them for finally allowing his guiding to stick (even if they had been none the wiser to it.) They were parading around wearing a lopsided grin, but there was something deeper in those eyes; something Fred could not only see, but he could feel as well... However, he decided it best to leave it be for now.

For how long it had been festering already, he knew not.

"I suppose it's time we're off then?" Asked The Compass, receiving a firm nod from the other before they unlatched and pulled open the door and took the first step to finding their missing family—Frederick right behind them.

Both were thankful they had lived with Sam so far into the wood as the lack of patrol made it simple to slink out of the city. The disappearance and presumed death of King Shaw had left Canis vulnerable and gave way to an opening for a monstrous tyrant to slip through the cracks of grief and mourning and take the crown and throne as though it was his all along, and the tragedy had set in stone the storming against Wonder Wharf, sending King Solaire's reign straight to the gallows. Both kingdoms fell to their knees with their hands at the feet of this new ruler, whose name brought a deathly shiver to anyone still loyal to the Solaire name. Quinn Demolire.

The Trailblazer and The Compass slipped through the forest without plight, each letting a breath of relief leave their lungs as they'd fully cleared the southwest border of the wharf and now approached the gate to a hidden garden.

"Are you sure this is where it opens?" Frederick asked, glancing around the the image before him with a wisp of doubt in his voice. Bright nodded:

"A cloaked garden that rested between the dead," they looked and pointed to a tree that had long since faded away, collapsed into the narrow path from the decay. "and the living." Their finger moved across the scene to the lush vegetation on the other side that framed another tree that felt more like a monument compared to te forestation that surrounded it.

"Where did they even hear about this place?"

"They said they'd heard some Charmer in the tavern yattering and yapping about this grand garden along the southwest, boasting to the tavernmaidens how he'd seen it. Explained the prcoess of getting to it in weird riddles." Bright Eyes shrugged as they read over those same riddles scrawled along the pages of their well-loved leatherbound journal.

"You really think this is it?" The redhead shifted his baby blue hues back to his best friend, looking at them through his curls with a wishful—though apprehensive—twinkle in his eyes. He trusted them more than anything, however still worried over whether or not this fable Bolt had known like the backs of their hands would be not a fable at all. They nodded once, aura spilling over with determination.

"I do, Fred." The said with confidence. "And if this is real on its own, that means the map must be as well. According to that, the path in through the garden should cut right through Canis."

"And no one will even know we're there?"

"We won't even know we're there until we've come out on the other side, Freddie." They smiled back at him and their warmth washed over him and bloomed from his core. Giving his own nod, telling them he was ready for this, they faced what they hoped was the invisible gate of this hidden garden and closed their eyes. Bright drew in a deep breath and presented their palms out in front of them just like Sam had taught them, and just the opposite of what they had told him when he first started teaching the pair how to better tap into their Magery, those techniques helped more than Bright Eyes would ever admit to the man...

"Why are you making us do these exercises?" They'd asked him, their words laced with thick venom and irritation.

"These exercises are used as techniques," Sam had tried to explain, reminding Fred to straighten his posture. Whether it was part of the "technique" or just because The Compass had a habit of curling in on himself, they weren't certain. "They'll help you call to your magic easier. Help the magic answer you faster."

"The only thing it's helping me do is catch up on all that sleep I've lost," they replied smartly. "Thank you graciously for all that lost time, by the way." They felt guilt and regret trickle into their focus from the memory but shook away the emotions and swallowed the lump that had started to form in their throat. They needed this to work. Remember what he told you..,

"You're thinkin' too hard, tensin' up too much."

"I'm just doing everything wrong aren't I," Bright scoffed, throwing their hands up and letting them drop until their hands hit their thighs with a muted 'slap'.

"Well there's your problem," said Sam. "Quit thinkin' like you can't and start believing that you will. Don't let yourself feel heavy, Bright. Keep up your namesake."

"Deep breath,"

Deep breath..,

Frederick watched Bright Eyes in awe as the very air surrounding both of them began to buzz and crackle, the veins in their wrists lit up in luminous hues of vibrant reds, yellows, and purples when their Mage bloodline allowed itself to be known and answered the call of The Plated Trailblazer. They didn't know much—Bright was aware that they spent too long disregarding Sam's teachings out of spite, and Bolt was often busy taking dangerous trips into the towns and villages of the wharf and kingdom to help guide the pair through Magery; but while they may not know how to pluck the fire from a lantern, or make themself disappear at a moment's notice—nothing they felt was incredible or amazing. However, opening a door was something they knew they could do, and a cloaked gate made of magic that lead to a hidden garden was roughly the same thing, was it not?

Bright Eyes crossed their palms over one a another and turned them over, lifting their arms out before them and they could feel it: a tingling sensation that thrummed against their fingertips as their hands pressed closer, they could hear the whirring murmur of dense, potent Magery as the purpose of it resisted their touch for only a second. The barrier rippled against their push and an inkling of something hidden in shade threatened to wrap its way around around their throat and plague their mind with a dark so black that it put a barren midnight sky to shame. With a final deep breath, Bright Eyes beckoned their abilities closer with a gentle courtesy and sighed in slight relief when they responded eagerly. One last push and the barrier glimmered with color and fizzled apart right before their eyes and giving way to a path infected with shadows, the only sources of light were scarce splotches of grim crimson that trickled through what little gaps there were in the canopy overhead.

"Bright..," Frederick began in a wavering voice, "are you certain this is the right place?" Bright Eyes nodded—if hesitantly—as they let their gaze survey the scene they had opened, glancing down at their hands for a moment as a doubt flitted across their mind: Did I do this wrong?

"This was exactly where the map led to," they replied.

"Did you do it—"

"I didn't do it wrong, Freddie." The Plated Trailblazer cut him off quickly with a bite behind their words that they hadn't intended to let slip. "It must just be the way things truly work beyond the gate." They told him, trying to keep their voice clear of the unease that churned in their stomach and bubbled up in their throat. Fred watched them as they stepped over the threshold, catching the shiver they attempted to stifle when the arctic atmosphere struck their skin with billions of microscopic needles. The miasma would have been wretched if not for the icy wind freezing their senses of smell with every breath they drew; instead, it was only faint—though it lingered longer than the two would have preferred.

"I don't know, Bright, something feels...off..," The Compass troubled, sure to keep closely in step alongside Bright Eyes.

"Care to elaborate?" They asked in response. Frederick let out a worried noise:

"It's the middle of the night here, Bright Eyes! That is quite a stark contrast to the midday sun that was blazing down on our backs only moments ago, don't you think?" He struggled to keep his volume low beneath his growing panic, but succeeded in containing his distress—and was silently thankful for it.

"It's Magery, Freddie. Magic—it doesn't ever make sense," Bright Eyes dismissed with a wave of their hand that trembled lightly when bombarded with the cold air and their own increasing paranoia that everything around them had eyes on them. They drew in as short of a breath as they could while also being able to puff out their chest and started leading the way through the dreary and dire forest. The branches of the trees twisted and stretched out over what looked to be as much of a path that a place like this could muster—almost as though they were reaching out to snatch them and take them away into the darkness, never to be seen again.

"I thought this was supposed to be some lush, vibrant garden," said the redhead, "not some living night terror."

"Sometimes things simply aren't what we want them to be, Fred." Bright stopped for a beat at their own words that tumbled from their lips without a second thought. They took a few breaths and shook it out of their head before they continue onward. "When that happens, all we can do is keep pressing through." They kept their head held high and returned to their journey through the eerie wood, doing their best to let the fleeting thoughts remain fleeting as their gaze answered to every shadow that seemed to rustle and move just out of the corner of their eye. Frederick stayed close as they walked, and shuffled in closer when they were met with the end of the constrictive trail; their path blocked by dark, rich shrubbery—though it looked as though it had been disturbed by human hands.

Or rather, what they hoped were human hands. Even a Druid would be welcome in this place, no matter how hostile and territorial lone ones could be.

As Bright Eyes stretched out a hand to push further, The Compass Familiar stopped them by the wrist and waited for their eyes to land on his baby blue hues. They were flooded with fear and worry, silently begging them to turn back and go home where it's safe. Where their bodies won't be left to rot and decay hidden in some dark dimension that only Mages would know of—and even that was in the slim chance that any other Mage would know how to find this place.

"Don't be afraid, Freddie. I've had my eyes on the environment and have yet to see the slightest spec of danger." They smiled at him in reassurance, and was grateful he could feel it when they themself couldn't. Once their arm was released, they lead themself and their dearest companion through the looming abyss.

They cleared the pitch black barrier of brush, but felt the regret turn their skin to ice as soon as their eyes landed on the dark forest floor:

!!!!!!!!

"Woah..," Bright trailed off, staring wide-eyed down at their feet to see the trail of red they now stood in; blood had been drawn along the lush—once green—grass like ink to a page from the tip of a quill, and the path led to a body that was slowly losing the flush of its color. It had been dragged into some sort of ritual, The Trailblazer assumed upon seeing the victim was moved into a pose and left inside a ring of stones, each one with a different symbol carved deep into the surface and all but two had been painted in. Peering closer, Bright Eyes saw the ink that filled the grooves was a dark shade of crimson and quickly concluded that it wasn't paint nor ink at all. More blood.

When they continued to look around, they began wishing it was only the human cadaver they'd stumbled across, but their pulse picked up with every movement of their gaze as it traversed over the scene before them. Limp animals littered the clearing, and Frederick knew immediately where the foul stench of rancid meat, rot and decay had stemmed from. With a feeling planting itself within his gut—set beneath the churning of sickness that threatened to boil—he started counting each corpse, trying his hardest to not let his baby blue hues meet the wide, lifeless eyes of every poor animal that was faced in his and Bright's direction.

He finished counting. There were eleven.

He counted the stones next, letting the brief flit of relief push a quiet sigh past his lips even if it was fleeting as he was glad he no longer had to glance at every animal that lied dead on the forest floor. When he was done counting the stones, the blood in his veins suddenly ran cold and an eerie shiver scurried up his spine.

There were thirteen stones, and two of them had yet to be "painted."

Bright stepped forward, ever so slowly, nearing the human body in the center of the circle of stones and craning their neck down to try and get a closer look at their haunting features whilst reminding themself not to get too close. Fred began to panic as he watched them inch their way closer and closer to the horror they'd stumbled across in their journey, the information he'd gathered from simply counting animals and stones—both colored and not—was buzzing ferociously in the confines of his own mind like a swarm of angry hornets. Eleven animals, thirteen stones, and two are missing their "paint." The Compass Familiar knew that whoever did this was coming back.

!!!!!!!!

"Bright..," he whispered at first, his ghastly eyes starting to sting in the cold bite of the air as the world around them was approaching dusk. "Bright!" He yelled now, though as soft as he could muster in his nearly petrified state.

"Freddie, we knew this guy," they said, ignoring the other's tries at grasping their attention. "He was in town— this is... This is—"

"I know who it is, Bright! Believe me, I'm horrified too, but we need to leave!" Frederick had finally willed himself to move, scrambling forward and taking Bright by the arm to pull them away. They resisted:

"Wait, no- we can't just leave all of this alone like we never saw it! We need to do something about it," Bright Eyes stood from their crouch and looked back at Fred with a fear hidden deeply behind their façade of bravery.

"What are we going to do, Bright? We're not soldiers!" He replied, pleading silently for them to follow him and run. Just as they parted their lips to argue further, the crunching of dry leaves had frozen them both where they stood. Two thuds that chased each other followed quickly after.

"Your friend is right," said a voice, his tone was far too light and friendly for the contrasting situation Frederick and Bright Eyes had found themselves in. "You certainly aren't soldiers. You're more like pests." And he was right. They felt like pests; ones that had been found sniffing around places they shouldn't be and had gotten themselves caught in a trap. Rodents that needed to be eradicated. Little mice.

"I hope you haven't touched anything, otherwise I'd have to start all over again," he sighed. "Although, I wouldn't have to go far to get my hands on another offering." His gaze bore into them with a haunting lack of emotion. They were void, like nothing but pitch black pupils staring at them from two pools of white that had grown luminous in the light from the steadily rising moon. The red glow it cast the forest in hadn't helped any sliver of hope they may have had remain, now only the thick and inky limbs and tendrils of fear had stayed wrapped tightly around every part of Fred's body and Bright's. However, the latter swallowed the lump in their throat and finally turned to meet his eyes:

"We didn't mean to impose," they tried to say without letting their voice waver, and had surprised themself a little when they were successful. "We've meddled with nothing and my friend and I know how to keep secrets, so I think it'd be best for all of us if he and I just went on our way." They offered a smile as the most minuscule wave of confidence washed over their form, helping them to stand up a little straighter against the man's masked malice. They stepped a little in front of Fred and discreetly tapped on his arm to signal him to start running as soon as they made any sudden movement. The man sucked in a breath through his teeth and made a face at their suggestion:

"I'm afraid I can't fully believe you," he said. "After all, kids like you can be such slippery little rats." Bright bristled at his words and rather than moving backwards like they originally had planned, their pride took over and they took a step closer.

"I'm not a—" Before they could finish, Frederick had taken them by the wrist and dashed off with Bright in tow. He knew they wouldn't be able to escape without that cultist knowing, so instead he hastily found a spot they could duck down into and hide while The Cultist stalked about.

"This is what I mean when I say children are such slow learners these days," he shook his head in disappointment. "If you'd kept running, I would still hear you little rats scurrying through the terrain—especially on a quiet night such as this. So, the two of you stopped and hid somewhere around.., here!" he shoved his bloodied hands through a bush and yanked it open with an anger so seething it made Fred and Bright Eyes flinch. They tried to look at each other, but neither of them could see their own hands if they were inches in front of them; all they could see was the man's feet pacing about the area, everything under the moon drowning in red light. The man continued to taunt and threaten, hoping it would get a rise out of Bright like he had the first time, and they would give away their hiding spot.

The Plated Trailblazer and their Compass Familiar both felt their hearts stop and speed up at the same time when the man's boots came closer to them, so close that they could see the splatters of blood that decorated them were black against the scarlet glow from above. Bright Eyes could feel his presence looming over them as he leaned in closer, and closer. In a tone so deceptively kind it was bone-chilling, he said:

"Found you."

Bright began scrambling further into the brush, dragging themself frantically with their hands and kicking up the earth beneath them as they scraped their heels against the ground trying to escape the bloody hands diving through the shrubbery and clawing at open spaces, trying to grab one of them. Frederick followed their actions—neither one bothering to concern themselves with the countless thorns that littered their dark surroundings, slicing up any exposed skin, vines that covered the forest floor cutting and stabbing into their palms. The Compass Familiar wasn't far behind Bright Eyes, but he stuttered for a moment to turn himself over on to his hands and knees, and that was his fatal mistake. The man's hands plunged deep into the red-washed foliage, having grasped a firm hold on Fred's curly red locks and braced a foot behind him to yank him from the bush.

Bright only hesitated a moment when they heard Frederick let out yelp and start struggling against the hand that was pulling at his hair, just barely seeing his shadowed form being dragged further and further away from the ground, up and out towards the man. Their sense of fight rang but once in their heart, however their head and every other part of their body was screaming at them to run. Their heaving breaths could be heard now, hardly heard over the roaring of blood and the throbbing of their head in their ears, their vision was tunneling and what little light there was had been dimming. They were frozen, panicking, and Frederick—they're best friend—was being nabbed by a murderer right before their dwindling eyes; it was nearly too late when a whistling noise pierced the night, flying through the air until it stopped and ripped a short scream and a curse from the man's throat when it had plunged into the skin and muscle of his forearm, breaking the bones within. He'd released Fred's hair when he was hit, and the young man was now crawling his way back towards Bright with a desperation to get away.

The Cultist looked down at his right arm to find the bolt of a crossbow embedded deep, a thin line of twine was pinned into the wood of the shaft between to of the feathers—the fletching—that shone purple rather than their dark blue in the crimson that spilled through the trees above; dangling from the twine was a canine tooth, carved from wood and painted white. He head snapped toward the direction the bolt had fired from and narrowed his eyes in attempt to spot anything moving through the dark; though he was positive he was searching in the right direction, something rustled a few feet from it, and out rolled a round bottle until it tapped the toe of his boot and bounced off it a couple inches. It was filled with a liquid, glowing in a bright yellow that was almost white, and wrapped in see-through cloth. The man leaned down and picked it up with the hand of his uninjured limb, his anger shifting more towards perplexity as he caught sight of his name written in choppy, messy handwriting:

Joshua Vementine.

Without getting the chance to glance back at where it came from, he heard the snap of a bow string and felt another bolt before he could see it coming, this time it had sunken into the muscle of his left shoulder and made him shout at the pain. He recieved no time in between getting hit then, and feeling another one find its place down in the flesh and meat of his left right thigh, pulling another scream from his lungs as he dropped the bottle and his legs buckled.

"Saw the decorating back there," spoke a gruff voice. "Fucked." They stated bluntly, now stepping out from the cover of shadows as they stared down at Joshua.

"Bounty Hunter," was all he could say, the words scraping through a clenched jaw and gritted teeth, doused in thick venom. All they did was grunt in response.

"A bounty hunter..!" Bright Eyes whispered in excitement to a thoroughly traumatized Frederick as he took heaving breaths in attempt to calm himself. "We have to talk to them—" They moved to stand, but The Compass stopped them:

"We can't step out there right now! Did you not see what just happened!?" His frightened voice shook and strained against his whispering. "What could you possibly hope to gain speaking with a bounty hunter, Bright!?"

"They find people—"

"They kill people, Bright Eyes!" He had them by the shoulders, his grip tight and trembling.

"I know that! I'm not some sort of imbecile, Fred, I know they can kill people!" They held him in return, their hands pressed to either side of his face. Such a gentle face that cared too much about someone who doesn't deserve it... "But I also know that they can find people."

While the two argued back and forth, The Bounty Hunter had Joshua in makeshift shackles and had started digging through the medium-sized satchel that hung from their left hip.

"Wooden bindings?" Joshua laughed. "Carve these yourself, did you?" When they growled back at him without even shifting their eyes, he laughed harder.

"What did you link them together with? Twine?" As The Bounty Hunter was preoccupied with pulling out their cloth bandages, The Cultist yanked his arms apart from each other to try for his escape given all he was captured with was wood and vine. Though as soon as he tried, he felt the bone of his right pinkie finger snap and draw a scream from his throat again.

"Those are enchanted, psychotic cretin." They told him. "You try n' break them, they break you." Finally fishing out their spare dressings, they kneeled down in front of him to start wrapping the wounds their bolts had left behind when the nitwit pulled them out. However, Joshua took his chance and slammed his head into The Bounty Hunter's—though it failed to do much more than piss them off.

"Suit yourself," they growled again, moving their fingers in odd patterns before flicking their connected index and middle towards him, sending him skidding backwards against the dewy grass until his back slammed hard against the thick trunk of an ashy tree. And they hadn't even touched him. "No care from me if you bleed out. Reward and peace come whether you're dead or alive, Vementine."

"You're a Mage!" Bright exclaimed as they sprung up from the thicket they'd hidden in.

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blackberrywars · 10 months

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I just realised I wasn't following you yet? Which is honestly a crime. For your Witcher ficlets, I'd love to see some grandpa Vesemir bonding time with Ciri as a child. Just a lot of fluff, preferably modern where Vesemir gets to spend an afternoon alone with her

Hi hello sorry for the delay and thank you for this prompt!! It's very cute, and the fluff was a nice treat.

Title: Grampa's House

Rating: G Words: 1,945 Relationships: Vesemir & Ciri, Background Vesemir/Guxart, Background Yennefer/Geralt Additional Tags: Family Bonding, Fluff, Young Ciri, Grandparents & Grandchildren, The Magic of Your Grandparents' House

Summary: Vesemir struggles to figure out what to do while watching his five year-old granddaughter for the weekend because he’s an old-ass man with old-ass man hobbies, like bird-watching, whittling, gardening, and making coffee on the stove because who needs a fancy machine anyway? Turns out, she’s happy to do all those things with her grampa.

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When his idiot son drops his squealing granddaughter onto his porch, not even Yennefer can hide a sheepish grin. “Business trip,” his bony ass. He can smell a swinger’s party from here. Still, their hesitation doesn’t stop Ciri from running toward him and wrapping her skinny, freckled arms around his thighs.

“GRAMPA!!”

She hits him with the force of a gale wind, and Vesemir can’t help but run a hand through her hair. Whiter than his, but not quite so pale as Geralt’s. Before that thought overwhelms him, he takes both a deep breath and her little, inexplicably sticky hand. She proudly shows him her missing incisor as she yells hello, and she’s so much bigger now, but even still, the straps of her tiny backpack barely fit over his elbow. Her wolf plush toy has a dark stain that might just explain the state of her fingers, but he holds them anyway for the goodbye kisses and hugs. Yennefer gives him a less-stiff hug than usual, and Geralt shoots him a wry smile over her shoulder, nodding in what he probably thinks is encouragement. Vesemir just shakes his head. The pair of them slide back into the ever-beloved shitbox, Roach. Which leaves him with a five year-old granddaughter.

He’s raised several boys over the years in the Wolfe home, all of them hellions in their own special ways. Half of his grey hairs have nothing to do with his age.

That was nearly twenty years and two knee surgeries ago.

Guxart had told him in the morning that he’d do just fine, but that was just before the bastard had blown him a kiss from the driveway and sped off, off to his own weekend away. It was right about then that he realized he has no idea what little girls like to do. Ciri has only been with his son for two years, and they’d got along well, but he’s never watched her for more than a few hours. She’d been littler then. What can he offer her, now that he is old and his own boys are grown, most of their favorite toys destroyed, given away, or lost? When he was younger, this might have been easier. He had more energy then, enough to chase and tumble after a tot without fearing his worse knee would give out.

Cleaning her up is probably a good place to start.

That decided, Vesemir finds an old stepstool and guides her onto it, making sure she washes her hands. He takes some dish soap to Mr. Wolf, who is much fluffier, but just about as gray and scruffy as himself. All the while, Ciri tells him about her life.

“At recess, we play Lions and Ant-lopes! I run really fast! I like taking my shoes off, but Mama gets mad when that happens.”

“Oh? And why is that, lass?”

“It gets my socks dirty. An’ stinky. And —kitty!”

She points to the edge of his windowsill, just behind where the dish soap had been, to a tiny wooden cat figurine. The chubby little creature had been yesterday’s work, hidden in its little nook where his partner would never find it, because the bastard hates washing plates more than anything else. Vesemir chuckles.

“Hm? Oh, yes, for Guxart. It needs some work, but it’s almost done now.”

“You made that?” she asks, eyes wide as dinner plates, “How?”

“Well, if you’re interested…… I suppose I can show you.”

“YES!” she balks a bit, smiling sheepishly, “…please?”

Vesemir spends the next two hours answering that please. He gives Ciri a full tour of the garage-turned-woodworking-shed. Explains to her the difference between his chisels —paring, mortise, tang, that fancy one Eskel bought him that he still doesn’t know the name of— and almost starts in on the mallets before he stops, with no small amount of trepidation. The poor lass must be bored to tears. He braves a look down at her face and finds wide blue eyes and pursed lips. One of his larger chisels is polished enough to show her reflection, shining with curiosity. As deftly as he can, he pulls the little cat out of his pocket, holding it out to her.

“As for this little beast… are you listening?” Vesemir tweaks a pale curl, just to hear her giggle (and to distract from the chisels because she probably shouldn’t touch those until she’s at least eight or so), “What he needs is to be sanded down and polished so he’s shiny.”

“Howdja do that?”

“Sandpaper. The grains smooth out the rough bits. Here. Feel it.”

He fans out his collection, arranged from 40 to 180 grit, and lets her pet each one. He doesn’t worry for her soft skin even though she winces at the roughness because she quickly reaches for the next one. She picks out the 120 grit sandpaper —a bit too fine for this, but he allows it— and lets him show her how to gently smooth out the figurine. Her fingers are still small and clumsy, but she dutifully keeps to the direction of the grain, and the cat feels even softer than her little hands once they’re through. She paints it with a sponge brush and his own polish, a mixture of olive oil and lemon juice, gasping as the red bubinga wood reveals all its colorful stripes. Again, it receives pride of place on the windowsill.

“So…” Ciri asks, somehow even more excited than before, “whad’we do now?”

She’d liked his workshop, dusty and turpentine-smelling though it is.

“Hmm. Why don’t we go outside? I have some birdhouses I made there.”

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Ciri squeals over the birdhouses, especially the dark purple one that “looks like Mama!” but the real noise comes when the painted bunting couple —unusually late in the season, spirits bless them— pops out of it. The little husband’s rainbow coat is vibrant as always, and while Vesemir scolds Ciri for trying to chase him, he can’t blame her for wanting to pet his colorful feathers. She agrees, thankfully, apologizing to the ruffled pair. Vesemir settles into the rocking chair he made, and once she finishes cooing at the green little wife, Ciri leaves Guxart’s alone in favor of his lap, and they sit to watch the birds until his hips start creaking.

His garden provokes similar wonder. Vesemir points out each plant and all the weeds that had sprung up in between the rows, which she happily plucks. Ciri categorizes his herbs by smell and taste, ranks sage as her favorite, and eats a little bit of dirt as a control group. He nods approvingly, because little immune systems need help, and then offers some dandelion roots instead, since they still have dirt on them and are more nutritionally useful. Maybe tomorrow they can take a walk and he’ll teach her how to forage properly. It’s good knowledge, especially for a tot. If her stomach is anything like the bottomless pit that was Lambert’s, she should know what will be delicious and what could make her sick, spirits forbid.

By the end of the afternoon, his knees are dirty and sore, and he desperately needs a coffee. Sunshine and sweat have tired Ciri out, but she’ll be up again before long, which he’d need more than a little artificial energy to survive. Quickly, he herds Ciri back inside and into the bath with as little contamination as possible. Once his sleeves are soaked to the armpits, he sets her into a chair with two pillows stacked atop it and heads over to his wood stove. The greca is an old, battered thing now, but it still makes his brew as sweet and strong as it did the day Guxart brought it home. As soon as it’s full, he pours himself a mug and turns back to the table.

“Do you want some?”

Ciri wrinkles her nose, “Coffee tastes icky.”

“That is why your abuelo uses lots of milk and sugar.”

He adds both into her sippy cup to fix what Guxart calls a tetero and puts a suspirito on the plate beside it. Then gives her another three because he’s a grandfather, and it’s his job. They eat in mostly-silence, aside from the gummy sound of her chewing the cookies through her first missing tooth, and the clink of his own mug on the table. Ciri finishes her cup with an exaggerated ah! and he can’t help but smile.

“You liked it, lass?”

“Mmhm! I din’t even taste the coffee.”

Which is usually exactly what Vesemir says to Guxart when he’s making fun of him, but it’s hard to argue with this kind of sincerity. Especially not when she tips her mostly empty cup back again, trying to get the last few drops between the gap in her teeth.

“Grampa, can we watch a movie now? Do yours have color in them?”

His knees cheer for joy even as his eyebrows quirk of their own will, which might just prove her point, along with the fact that he barely had any movies at all. Thank the spirits Geralt had given him a DVD along with her overnight bag. He remembers the fat, seal-like creature on the cover.

“Yes, we can watch a movie. How do you feel about Neighbor Toto?”

“Grampa!!” Ciri bursts out laughing, knocking over her sippy cup, “Nooooo, it’s My Neighbor Totoro!”

“My Neighbor Tot-ro, then.”

“Noooooooo! To-to-ro!”

He smiles and takes their dishes to the sink, letting her pester him until he finally says it right. She nods imperiously, and he can’t help but ruffle her white-blonde hair. She’s more or less a quiet presence beside him as he cleans the greca, right until he pulls out his jar of popcorn kernels. Apparently, those are supposed to come in a brown paper bag, and they get cooked in a microwave. Vesemir owns neither.

“Well, lass. This way is more fun —watch, now.”

For once, he’s glad for the new glass lids Guxart bought, since they let Ciri ooh and ahh and the popcorn exploding with butter (and a little bit of brown sugar). It’s easy enough work to herd her onto his admittedly-ancient couch. Less so when he has to remember how to play movies.

“Spirits, how does this damn thing work again?” he grumbles, unsuccessfully starting to put the brick through the slot, and then pivots back to Ciri, with her wide blue eyes and perked up ears, “Don’t repeat that.”

“Why not? Papa says bad words all the time.”

“Yes, well I tried my best with him. You’ll have to be better.”

“Aw damn.”

He barely restrains a laugh, settling for a cough as he retrieves the ever-so-slightly burnt popcorn. The movie is made slightly grainy by the TV he hasn’t changed in twenty years, but it plays nonetheless, and he can understand Ciri’s defense of it. She’s utterly enraptured, practically bouncing in her seat before she settles in beside him. He wonders if he could carve a Totoro before Ciri has to leave. By the time he hears Ciri go quiet beside him, he’s fully planned out the size and polish he’s going to use, but should he paint it? It’s never been his strength, but he should try, at least. A gentle snore interrupts his thoughts, and the weight against his side grows heavier. Ciri is fast asleep against his arm, drooling ever so slightly from the gap in her teeth. He’ll have to wake her for dinner and clean the (yet again) sticky child, but he can let her sleep until the credits roll. He yawns.

She can help him paint the Totoro on her next visit.

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Well that was some tooth-rotting fluff, and I enjoyed every second of it. I tried my best to keep the story in line with Vesemir's gruff disposition, but softened for the modern era and prompt. Ciri gets to be baby, and an utterly curious delight.

greca: a stovetop mokapot, popular throughout Latin America abuelo: grandfather tetero: baby bottle/Venezuelan term for coffee made with lots of milk and sugar, usually given to children or used to mock people who drink coffee this way suspirito: a small, bite-sized meringue cookie

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Ok ok but *clenches fist* Beau taking his frustration out is the hottest thing ever

I need to lie down for a bit 🥵

Also how is Beau saying yes ma'am the most delicious piece of writing ever?? I'm getting worked up stop no more mental images

I definitely need to lie down

Him taking his frustration on his fwb/gf is obscenely hot to me!!! BUT I also like to think about what happens afterwards....

(Tw. NSFW, minors dni)

Also I am super sleepy so pardon me if this isn't great but it has been haunting me all day and it needs to get out of my brain, hope you still enjoy it though.

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"You were so good for me babygirl," he said as soon as Fleet Commander Fischer left for good, coming up to stand behind you.

He could feel your legs trembling as he wrapped his arms around you. You sighed and leaned against him, letting your head drop against his shoulder.

"You're always so good for me, letting me use you,"he whispered into your ear, "Here babygirl, why don't you sit down," he added, guiding you to his desk chair.

You sat down with a wince, feeling sore from Beau's punishing thrusts. He knelt down in front of you, gently moving your leg over his shoulder and running a finger against your core, gathering up as much of his seed as he could and gently pushing his middle finger inside of you, fucking his cum in and out of you.

You groaned at the feeling, half because of the overstimulation and half because you needed more. As if he was able to read your mind, Beau bent down and licked down your core, parting your lips with his tongue and flicking it against your clit. You whimpered at the feeling and you felt him smile against you, moving his tongue faster but keeping the speed at which he pumped his seed into you the same.

The knot inside your stomach tightened with each one of his ministrations until Beau removed both his fingers and his mouth from your pussy.

"You taste so good, baby. Wanna try?" He asked, wiping his finger against your mouth, leaving you no choice but to part your lips and lick it clean. Beau hummed, his eyes dark and his pupils blown-out again, "Such a good little slut," he growled.

Without warning, Beau spat on your aching core and watched his saliva drip down to you entrance, mixing itself in with his release. He brought his mouth down on you again, building you up, tightening the knot again until you were teetering on the edge of orgasm again.

Feeling how close you were to cumming, Beau's mouth left your clit, quickly replaced by his thumb while his tongue travelled down, teasing your entrance.

You whimpered and moaned, incapable of asking what you wanted as your brain seemingly shut down. Luckily, you didn't need to talk. Beau fucked his tongue into you while his thumb rubbed circles around your clit and the knot in your tummy snapped.

His large hand flew to your face to cover your mouth, stifling the obscene noise you had almost released into the naval base. His eyes closed and he stayed there lazily moving himself against you as you rode out your high, content to feel you unravel around his tongue.

Once you stilled once more, he moved himself away from you. Both of you suddenly grew aware of the wet pool between your legs, soaking the leather of the chair, ruining it in the process.

"Look at you baby, you ruined my chair," he said, "I'll have to punish you for that..."

You managed a smile, pushing you off of your seat on wobbly legs to hopefully make your way to the showers to wash of the smell of sex and the trail of cum that had made it down to your sock when Fleet Admiral Fischer came in.

You turned towards the door and your stomach suddenly sank, "Beau, I swear that door was closed when Fischer left..."

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custardcove · 4 months

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First Memories

Chapter Five - Easy as Pie

The competition was to be held three days after their discussion. Alice spent that time getting ready, despite her ever-growing sense of dread. Knowing Queenie, they’d be working in front of an audience, she’d make it the biggest deal possible, and Alice would crack under the pressure. But there was no use being paralysed by fear, she’d just have to do her best…

She had looked online and in Pansy’s cookbooks for the easiest to follow recipe of the highest quality. Ultimately, she’d cobbled together a fusion of several methods that she thought would be best. Some said to precook the apples, others said not to, but she’d made her mind up to follow the latter. This meant marinating the peeled and cut apples in sugar and spices for an hour. It seemed like there would be a lot of waiting time between cooking it all … she wished Taylor had shouted out something less time-consuming.

“The kind of apples you use are important too,” Pansy said from behind her, making her jump. “Got word there’ll be a few to choose from tomorrow.”

Alice wiped her hands on her loaned apron, which had otherwise stayed relatively clean. “What would you recommend?”

“Hmm.” Pansy leant on the doorframe to the kitchen, rubbing her chin. “Pink Ladies? No—maybe Braeburn. Somethin’ I can tell what it is might be better; that’s what I usually use—it’s what you got there. I’d want it to be fair, but … Queenie’s not playing fair.”

“Yeah. I’d expect she might try something.” Alice sighed. A half-finished pie crust lay on the counter before her. “Even if I don’t win though, um. Thank you for taking care of me. I don’t know how to repay you, but I’ll try when I—”

“Aw, you don’t need to do that.” Pansy moved closer to clap her on the shoulder.

“I do! I can’t just take living here for granted. Not like with my parents,” Alice joked. It didn’t get much of a reaction, so she continued, “Thank you, though. Really. I’d be dead two or more times without your help.”

Arms crushed her middle as Pansy swept forward, full of sentimentality. “Aww, you big softie!”

“I’m just being honest—I haven’t done anything to deserve—”

“Simply be! You don’t need to ‘deserve’ being rescued, or fed.”

“I suppose, but that doesn’t make you any less kind.”

Once Alice had escaped the pseuman’s iron grasp, she proceeded to cook her trial pie. When it had cooled she cut a slice for Pansy and mashed up some of the cooked apple for Primrose to try.

“Well…” she hovered as Pansy ate. “Is it any good?”

“It’s not bad.” Pansy chewed on her words as she savoured the pie. “I wasn’t expectin’ my socks to get blown off, but it’s cooked fine, and you’ve spiced it enough. I’d only recommend cutting the apples a bit more even-like tomorrow.”

“Right…” Alice gripped onto the apron fabric. At least it wasn’t awful, then.

Pansy helped spoon some of the apple mush into her daughter’s mouth. “See, Prim likes it.”

“Prim can judge tomorrow instead of you, then.”

Laughing, Pansy put the spoon down. “You’ll do fine! Better yet if you taste it yourself, might give you an idea.”

Alice cut herself a slice, sitting at the table with a cloud of gloom. She put a crumb of the pie in her mouth. It needed custard. “So, if I lose…”

“We’ll just have to think of somethin’ else. Find a trinket she’s willing to trade for, maybe? I don’t expect Miss Dragonpants will be a spectacular cook or anything like that. Someone with that much money has staff to cook for ‘em.”

“I guess you’re right.” Alice felt like there was some crucial detail about Queenie that meant this wouldn’t be the case, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Oh well. “What should I be expecting tomorrow? Just so it doesn’t keep me up tonight…”

Pansy hesitated. “They’ve set up a sort of makeshift stage with kitchen appliances on it—it was still being done up when I went, but I was impressed. The only advertisement for it’s been word of mouth, but that travels fast here.” She paused again to take in Alice’s expression, in case her horror was too great. It was a manageable amount. “Taylor’s gonna MC—I’m starting to wonder if he ever goes to work! Apart from me n’ Tech, Queenie chose one of her maids as a judge. But tomorrow I’ll take you there, and all you have to do is cook.”

“Ugh … this better be worth it, then.”

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In no time at all, the day of the competition was at hand. It was another bright and cheerful spring morning, but Alice trembled as she followed Pansy to Erryton square. They’d been to Pablo’s to drop off Primrose, but the wait only served to make Alice more nervous. She gained a bit of relief on arriving, noticing that the crowd there wasn’t very large, and was mostly scattered around food stalls and makeshift shops. The cooking competition was just an impromptu side-event. The stage, too, wasn’t huge like she’d expected – it was more of a flat platform, barely raised enough to stop people milling over it. Taylor was there, and he beamed at the pair, to which Alice offered a weak smile.

“You ready?” He asked.

“No.”

His eyebrows folded in sympathy. “You’ll do fine. Everyone’s here now, so we’ll start soon. Just stand near your kitchen area—the one on the left—and Pansy,” Taylor shifted his gaze, “You’ll be sitting on that table at the front with the other judges.”

Pansy smiled at Alice, patting her on the shoulder. A lot of people were trying to give her hope today… “Good luck.”

Mid-walk to her seat, Pansy whipped her head toward the kitchen area, pointing an accusatory finger. “Don’t think I don’t see you there, Queenie! You can’t just take Alice’s ingredients and throw the contest.”

Indeed, it seemed the noble had not-so-slyly swiped something from Alice’s setup, caught carrying it away to her station. “Oh, is this Alice’s sugar? My mistake…” She placed it back down on the counter, simpering sweetly.

Alice frowned. That seemed typical, yes, but was Queenie so careless? Pansy seemed satisfied with this result, however, and doesn’t delay any further. Alice hurried to her cooking station. Everything she needed was here—a selection of labelled apples, flour, an oven and fridge—but there was one thing she was more concerned about. She could hear Taylor speaking to the audience, now, but where was the sugar Queenie had placed? There…

“All right, get ready—”

Alice licked her finger, dipping it in the sugar and tasting it. That wasn’t right, it was—

“—your time starts now!”

Salt.

Time had already started, and Alice looked around frantically to see if she had any actual sugar. To her relief, she still had a whole pot of brown sugar, and her own pot of salt. But Queenie’s sleight of hand had still delayed her start. She got to work, glancing at her hastily scrawled recipe from yesterday evening. Apples first, they had to sit for ages, then dough, which also needed to sit—but before that, preheating the oven. It wasn’t something she ever remembered when cooking for herself, but right now she needed every advantage she could get.

Alice then made the mistake of looking over at Queenie’s workstation. She was midway through peeling her apples and waved cheekily with her knife. Alice fumbled for the Braeburn. She needed a peeler, and the sugar and spices, and . . .

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#(tomorrow's post might be ................... late i have somewhere to be today which leaves less time for typing up)#Drabble #Custard #Pansy #Taylor #Queenie

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major2501 · 2 months

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Living in the Fray: Chapter 14

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Krieger had started rummaging about across the abandoned factory in amongst the redundant machinery and random junk that had been dumped there. After a brief minute or two she eventually found a chair that seemed to be sturdy and dragged it over to the girl who was still stood, shaking and quivering.

'WHAT the fuck Krieger you could've shot me!'

'Frank shut the fuck up and give the girl your coat.'

'BUT YOU...'

'Shut, the fuck up Frank. And give the girl your fucking coat.'

Krieger was not up for having an argument which she made blatantly apparent in the tone of her voice. Frank huffed and shrugged off his leather bomber jacket which still had remnants of Clement stuck to it, then handed it to Krieger. She carefully held the coat out and gestured for the young woman to slide her arms in to it. The coat would cover her up at least considering Clement had torn her clothing off, baring her underwear. Krieger then dragged the chair she had found closer to the girl and gently guided her to sit down, giving her a quick check over to see if she had any injuries that were serious enough to require immediate attention. Thankfully the injuries she did have on her body were only large but deep grazes, some bruising that had started to form and several cuts that had already started to clot. The Chase clean up and recovery crew would be here within minutes to retrieve Clements body and bring both Frank and Krieger back to Chase HQ. What they were going to do with the girl was a completely different matter.

'Well done Cas.' Ronson had finally spoken up inside of Krieger's head.

'Cheers mate.' She replied to him, remembering she left her boots outside. She went to retrieve them and dropped them on the floor beside the chair where the girl was sat. Krieger still could feel lumps and shards of metal and glass in her feet; poking through her socks but it wasn't really bothering her. As soon as she stopped walking about and sat down for a bit, her nanomachines would eventually push the foreign bodies out from her flesh. If they were working properly that is, if not then she had to sit with her feet in a bucket of that disgusting medigel for an hour while the tissue on her feet repaired. And that was something Krieger didn't really want to do as it would seriously cut in to her celebratory partying time. But first she had something to sort out.

'What's your name sweetie?' Krieger asked the young woman who had now calmed down a bit.

'Tessa. It's Tessa.'

'Chris, do me a favour would you?' Krieger switched to neuralcomms.

'Sure thing babes, what you want?'

'Tell the Chase guys I want this girls medical needs taken care of and it's non-negotiable. If they want to have a fight with me over it I'm more than willing. Her name is Tessa and if they don't look after her I'm gonna blow up their fucking studio with them in it.'

'I'm with you on that one Cas.' Krieger heard the exasperation in Ronson's voice. They should've blown Clement's head off the instant he took a hostage but they didn't.'

'Hang on mate I'll see you shortly, the vans are here now.'

Krieger knelt down and laid a hand on Tessa's shoulder and spoke calmly to her.

'Tessa are you okay to walk? The transport's here to take us back to the Chase HQ I've requested they take care of you.'

The girl's face contorted and she burst in to tears as she lunged forward toward Krieger and threw her arms around her.

'Thank you!' The girl squealed through deep sobbing. 'I thought, I thought he was gonna kill me.' She continued to heave her words out. Krieger loosened herself from Tessa's grip and placed her hands on her shoulders.

'Not in a million years, not when I was there.' Krieger reassured her.

'You didn't have to take the risk of shooting me though, or the girl.' Frank piped up. He had stayed quiet, relatively quiet for Frank that is. Normally he would be talking away for apparently no reason other than to hear the sound of his own voice.

'But I FUCKING DID though Frank.' Krieger shot back up and snarled at the man, slowly creeping toward him which made him back up slightly. 'You were stood there trying to talk the sadistic cunt down like a total fucking pratt and he could've easily sliced through poor Tessa's neck quicker than you could fucking shoot him, you absolute peen-arse.'

'And you're so sure of that?' Frank retorted. It was the worst thing he could've said.

'Look at your gun.'

'Why?'

'Humour me. Look at your gun.'

Frank huffed and pulled his fancy looking Beretta out of it's holster. He checked it from all angled and finally noticed what Krieger had noticed age ago. And now Krieger had seen a slight twitch on Frank's face when he saw.

'Fucking amateur.' Krieger shook her head and went back to Tessa, helping the girl up from the seat. She held one arm round her shoulders and her boots in her other hand.

Frank had left the safety on his gun.

Back at Chase HQ, Krieger had just sat down on a spare chair at the station Ronson had been sat at. She insisted that Tessa come and sit with her, while she was reclining had her feet soaking in a bowl of medigel and while a medic tended to Tessa's own injuries. Ronson had been over to the service table and brought them both back a large brandy. The three all sat together, idly chit-chatting and minding their own business as the rest of the Chase HQ busied themselves.

Krieger was telling Ronson how Frank had left the safety on his gun; which is possibly the most stupidest thing you could do when aiming your gun at a convicted rapist and murderer during a competition where the whole point was to hunt these people down and end them. The hosts were rushing about interviewing all the other Chase hunters, working their way through till they got to Krieger last. Erik had considered going over to congratulate her but thought against it as Frank had commandeered him after having his interview; which in Frank's opinion was the most embarrassing thing he had ever been through in a long time.

'She's really, really mad at me this time.' Frank said to Erik, necking back the whiskey he had in his glass. Frank's nerves were getting the better of him. Not only had he come second place to Krieger but she had quite literally given him the biggest chewing out and on live TV no less. He had seen the playback of it all and it was not pretty. The two men watched as the Chase hosts all swarmed around Krieger who was still slouched back in her chair, sipping her huge brandy with her leggings rolled up and her feet still submerged in the bucket of medigel. A staff member had walked over prior to the sudden onslaught of cameras and questions directed at her, telling Krieger that she couldn't smoke the cigarette she had just lit to which she quite clearly and simply replied; "fuck off." She really was not in the mood for any of the faffing about that was happening and anybody in the entire building who looked in that direction just knew it. Frank had made himself scarce for a little while, embarrassed as hell that he had lost this year due to his own ego.

Erik was biding his time at the service table till the camera crew and hosts left after doing their interview with Krieger and Ronson. The girl, Tessa who had been beside Krieger the whole time had been taken away to the hospital on order of the medic who didn't have the kit to deal with some of her more deeper cuts and wounds that required stitches. Erik watched intently as the girl insisted that she didn't need to go to the hospital and would be perfectly fine, but it was apparent she was worrying about paying for it. Krieger had collared the medic and said something to him which left him nodding intently. Tessa was taken away with a thankful smile on her face and a tear running down her cheek.

Erik found his opportunity to finally to and talk to Krieger after everyone had left, including Ronson. He poured himself a glass of bourbon and casually walked up, towering over Krieger who had slumped further down in to her chair and had closed her eyes.

'Can I sit?' He politely asked her. She opened her eyes.

'Help yourself.' Krieger rearranged herself in her seat and took another drink of her brandy.

'So, how are you doing?'

'Y'know, that's the first time somebody's asked me that question this last hour and sounded sincere.'

'I figured you could use that right now.'

Krieger just looked at him and smirked.

'You look like you wanna ask me something?' Krieger drank from her glass again, she was nearing the end of her brandy.

'I was going to, but I dunno. It doesn't seem like a good time.' Erik sheepishly smiled.

'Hey, any time's as good and any. Shoot.'

'Well I was wondering if...' Erik hesitated for a brief moment. 'If you wanted to go out with me, some night.'

'Yes.'

Erik was stunned at the speed Krieger had replied with her answer.

'Um, great! How does tomorrow night sound?'

'Perfect actually. You're coming to the beach tomorrow though aren't you?' Krieger asked.

'The beach?'

'Yeah it's like a post-Chase tradition. The first day of the trades is the day after the Chase finishes and it's when everybody who has it off goes down to the beach to chill, drink, have barbecues and all that stuff.' Krieger explained.

'That sounds fun actually.'

'It is. It's great just to you know, hang out and not do anything.' Krieger said. She lifted her left foot out of the medigel bath and craned round to have a look at the sole. Pretty much all of the punctures and lacerations had gone. Krieger's nanomachines had apparently decided to work at half capacity and were taking their time in healing her skin. Normally when they were at full working capacity, they could push a bullet out of her flesh and close the wound in seconds. She had no such luck today and the medigel was needed; especially because she wanted to finish up with all of the shows nonsense and get straight to the pub for the after party.

'Anyway I'll leave you to it.' Erik said as he stood up. 'I'd better go and find Frank see if he's done licking his wounds.'

'Stupid arse he is.' Krieger groaned. 'He's got more mouth than a cow has cunt.'

Erik spluttered as he was taking a drink of his bourbon, coughing slightly and trying not to laugh out loud. He had to walk away, stifling his laughter.

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Big Corp Inc. (23/43)

Chapter 23: A Pitiful New Home

The rest of the workday was uneventful. Candy didn’t have to worry about Mr. Hardon harassing her, since he was upstairs in meetings all day. She didn’t know why, but Ronny mercifully left her alone as well. Candy kept working until her shift was done. She had made up her mind. Since she had nowhere to go, she was going to stay in the building.

She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she didn’t want to be out on the streets, homeless. Even if she were on the human side, she wouldn’t feel safe or comfortable, and she’d have no place for her belongings. Candy figured, since she was so small in the Giant building, nobody would notice if she made a home for herself on the third floor. It was hardly an optimal place to live, but at least she’d have shelter from the elements and access to essential amenities like water.

She didn’t think she could get away with living in her cubicle, but there was plenty of space in the massive building. She just had to find an inconspicuous corner where nobody would disturb her things. After some consideration, she placed her hope on the janitor closet. Once the office cleared out, she’d scope it out and see if it was a suitable location for her to live temporarily. Candy shut off her computer, hid behind her monitor, and waited.

The sounds and vibrations of Giant voices and footsteps swelled as the employees wrapped up their work for the day and vacated the premises. She heard Mr. Hardon return to his office and lock the door behind him as he left. He glanced over at her desk, but when he didn’t see her assumed she had already left as well. Even Martin stopped by to check on her, perhaps hoping to walk her out. Candy was tempted to reveal herself, but she needed to figure out her living situation first.

Eventually, the whole floor was deserted. Candy peeked out from behind the monitor, and once she was certain the coast was clear she emerged from her hiding spot and rode the capsule launcher to the floor. She collected her bags and changed into her socks and sneakers so her feet wouldn’t get sore on the long journey ahead.

Her rolling suitcase sounded loud in the relative hush of the empty floor. Much like when she arrived early with Martin’s cake, the only sound was the smooth hum of the electronics. Candy felt unsettled and despondent. She couldn’t believe she had been reduced to such a state. She was going to be living like a rat in the walls. She sighed. It was better than living outside.

After walking what must’ve been miles, Candy made it to the closet. She slipped under the door, since the crack between the door and the floor was wide enough for her body to fit. The closet was too dark to see anything, so Candy went back out to grab a flashlight from her bag and returned. She clicked on the light and surveyed the area. The closet was basically what Candy expected: dusty, musty, and full of cleaning supplies. There was a mop bucket, a couple of brooms, a duster, a vacuum cleaner, big jugs of chemicals, and other supplies, blown up to a huge scale and thick with dust.

Candy explored around inside, coughing on plumes of dust. She ran into an old cobweb and shrieked, flailing to release her body from the sticky gossamer threads. Once she freed herself, she pawed at the substance on her limbs, clothes, and hair, disgusted. Candy did not like bugs, at all. She hoped she wouldn’t run into a nasty oversized spider or similar critter.

Candy found that the back corner of the closet was protected from view, and could function as a place to sleep and stash her stuff. She cleaned up the dust bunnies and cobwebs as best she could and went outside to retrieve her bags. She was able to slip her suitcase and backpack underneath the door. She lugged them to the back of the closet and stored them behind the mop bucket. She discovered a package of giant clean sponges and hauled one over to the corner so she could use it as a mattress. It wasn’t anywhere near as comfortable as a real bed, but it was preferable to sleeping on the cold, hard ground.

Candy changed out of her work uniform into casual clothes and pulled a blanket out of her suitcase. It was early for bed, but she was tired and just wanted to lay down. She didn’t know what else to do anyways. She laid back on the sponge and wrapped up in her blanket, staring up at the broom handles stretching above her into the darkness. She sneezed from all the dust particles and sniffled.

This closet was her new home. Candy started to cry. She wished she could be back in her own apartment. She just wanted to live her own life and be self-reliant and independent. She felt so alone. She felt like a failure. She could only imagine what her parents would say, if they saw her sleeping in a closet. Her pride was wounded at the thought. She closed her eyes and huddled up on her side. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep.

She woke up early the next morning, only to find she was still ensnared in the depressing mess that was her life. Candy rubbed her face with her hands. Sleeping on a mattress-sized sponge was terribly incommodious. She had tossed and turned all night, and her back ached. She stretched out her muscles, grabbed some toiletries, and walked over to the human bathroom. At least, being the only human working at Big Corp Inc., she didn’t have to concern herself with anyone walking in on her. The bathroom was minimal, just a single unisex cramped room with a toilet and sink. She did her best to freshen herself up while dressing for work, but she wished she could take a proper shower. She could get away with it for a day or two, but at some point she’d need to figure something out.

She hadn’t eaten anything for dinner last night, so she was hankering for breakfast. Unfortunately, her food options were limited, since she couldn’t take any refrigerated or frozen food with her from her apartment, and she only had so much space in her suitcase. She had a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, granola bars, and a few packets of instant oatmeal. She wanted something filling, so she selected oatmeal and went to the break room to use the microwave.

Candy sat at the human table on the counter and picked at her oatmeal sadly. She became lost in thought and forgot about the time, until one of the Giant employees waddled into the room. He was a rotund gentleman with a big belly barely contained in his suit and a moon-shaped face covered with a short brown beard. Candy had seen him around the office before, but she didn’t know his name. She froze up, not wanting to be seen. Although the Giant likely didn’t wish harm on her, she could never be certain.

He went straight to the vending machine, and after surveying the generous selection of snacks within started feeding the machine coins. Candy tried to remain inconspicuous as she rode the capsule launcher down and headed for the exit. The Giant unexpectedly pounded on the vending machine with his beefy fist in frustration and cursed, making Candy jump and cry out at the noise. He had ordered a bag of chips, but the packet was stuck inside the machine. It leaned against the clear plastic tauntingly, just out of reach. The Giant turned around upon hearing Candy’s exclamation and raised an eyebrow when he saw her. His eyes lit up with an idea.

“Hey, you!” he called out to her, lumbering over. One of his elephantine black shoes stomped right next to Candy. She shrank back, unnerved by the sudden attention. From the ground, she could barely see the Giant’s face over his protruding belly.

“M-me?” Candy squeaked, as if she wasn’t the only other person in the room.

“Yeah, you. You’re perfect. Just what I need,” the Giant replied, stroking his beard. He labored to bend over with his impressive girth and grabbed Candy in his huge meaty paw. He ignored Candy’s shout of protest and marched over to the vending machine, holding her tiny body up to the transparent barrier. “See that chip bag? I want you to climb up inside the machine and knock it down for me.”

Candy was perturbed by this demand. Going inside a huge complicated machine with moving parts sounded risky. The Giant wasn’t being very polite either. He had grabbed her without her permission and didn’t bother to say please with his brusque insistence that she obey his command. Despite these concerns, though, Candy needed all the friends in the office that she could get. If she was stuck in a sticky situation, as happened all too often, it couldn’t hurt to have another Giant on her side that owed her a favor. “Well, okay,” she agreed, albeit reluctantly. “I’ll do it.”

“Great!” the Giant vocalized with glee. Huffing with his great weight, he crouched down and opened the plastic flap on the bottom, where he would normally reach in to claim his purchased snack, and deposited Candy inside. When he released the flap, Candy had to duck to avoid getting decapitated by the anti-theft barrier that snapped down. She stared up at the vast array of snacks stretching high above her head. She couldn’t see how she could possibly scale the flat walls around her, which lacked any texture or handholds. The only accessible ridge she could grab was the edge of the barrier that slammed down earlier.

She hoisted herself up onto the edge, which was just wide enough for her to step on if she put her feet sideways. However, she couldn’t get any higher from this position, since she wasn’t tall enough to reach anything, even if she stretched her arms above her head. She was at an impasse.

The Giant outside the vending machine was getting impatient. He couldn’t see her or what she was doing. He opened the flap to take a peek, springing the anti-theft barrier up into place. Candy was knocked over as the surface she was standing on suddenly snapped up. She realized this opportunity was her path forward and rushed over to latch on to the nearest coil before the barrier lowered again.

Now that she was higher up among the snacks, climbing was easier. She regretted wearing her heels as she clambered up a slippery package of cream-filled mini cakes, clinging on to the coil above. She hauled herself up to the next row and scaled a tower of crackers, followed by a gigantic chocolate bar and a jumbo box of hard candies, until at long last she made it up to the chips being held hostage by the machine.

Candy took a moment to catch her breath after the arduous climb. She didn’t want to think about having to make the journey all the way back down. The Giant tapped his fat salami of a finger on the exterior of the machine impatiently. Candy looked back, panting, and made an effort to hold back her irritation. She clambered awkwardly to the edge of the coil and attempted to dislodge the chip bag by pushing on it with her arm. Her light touch wasn’t enough to force it down. She leaned further out and pressed down on it again. When the stubborn bag still didn’t budge, Candy got frustrated and used both her arms and one leg, utilizing most of her weight.

The bag finally came loose and dropped to the retrieval area below. Unfortunately for Candy, the sudden descent resulted in her losing her balance and toppling forward. The heel of her shoe caught on the coil and jammed, causing her to flip upside down. Her ankle twisted and she cried out in pain. Candy felt dizzy as she hung upside down, looking at the staggering height that she could fall. She tried to reach up to her stuck shoe, but the movement caused a sharp pain to ricochet through her sprained ankle, so she retreated to her original position, dangling helplessly.

Candy looked out through the clear plastic barrier. The Giant had claimed his chip bag and opened it. He stood there watching her in her predicament, munching on chips. Candy was close to his eye level and could see his massive, expressionless face gazing upon her. He shoved another chip in his mouth and scratched his beard, chewing thoughtfully.

“Help!” Candy exclaimed, waving her arms to make clear she was in distress. “I’m stuck! Get me out of here! Help!” She wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hear her clearly through the barrier, but he could plainly see her. The Giant seemed to be in deliberation with himself for a moment. He glanced around the break room, then looked back at Candy and shrugged. Candy gave him a pleading look, which was met with indifference. The Giant turned around and lumbered away, leaving Candy stunned.

“Wait! Come back!” she cried, but he didn’t listen or care. Candy was on her own.

Chapter 24

Chapter 1

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How to Prevent Mold Growth Around Your Mini Split Air Conditioner

Everyone knows mold in your home can be a major concern. But, not everyone knows to keep an eye out for a problem popping up in their mini split system. Unfortunately, it’s a bigger problem than you may realize.

Even with regular maintenance and filter cleaning, mold can grow in your ductless air conditioner or mini split. The bad news is that it can get pretty gross and even affect your health. But, the good news is that it’s easy to know if your ductless mini split is ready for deep cleaning, and just as easy to get it done when you need it.

When mold forms in your AC system, the spores from the fungus can get blown throughout your home and decrease your indoor air quality. Additionally, mold growth can also reduce the efficiency of your system and result in operational issues. As such, it’s important to rectify the issue as soon as possible. If you notice that you have mold in your AC unit, here’s what you can do.

Moisture Near Your System

Are there signs of moisture near your air handler? That could include condensation on the outside of the unit. Or signs of dampness or water damage near it.

Moisture near your unit doesn’t necessarily mean you have a mold problem. But, that excess water or water vapor is creating a breeding ground for it. Remember: mold, mildew, and fungus require warm, dark, and damp places to thrive. When it’s hot in the summer, the inside of an HVAC system can fit the bill — especially if that third ingredient is also present.

Identify the Location of the Mold

Once you have shut the system off, you must locate the mold inside of your AC unit. To do so, you will need to disassemble the outer cabinet of your AC unit so that you can view the interior. Because mold can cause adverse health reactions such as respiratory issues, skin irritation, as well as worsen asthma symptoms, make sure to wear protective goggles, a face mask, and gloves to minimize your exposure.

Clean or Replace the Filter

Regardless of where the mold was located in your AC system, spores likely passed through the filter at some point. To rid your system of its mold outbreak and prevent it from returning, make sure to either clean or completely replace your AC system’s filter.

Vacuum the Interior

Upon removing the old AC filter, use a vacuum to suck up as much dirt and debris from the inside of the unit as possible. Getting rid of excess debris will then make it easier to remove any mold from the unit.

Scrub the Mold Away

After completing the above steps, it’s time to get scrubbing. Create a solution that consists of three gallons of hot water, a half cup of bleach, and one tablespoon of dish soap. Then, dip a sponge or cloth in the solution and use it to gently scrub any moldy areas of your AC unit. Once the mold has been removed, let the solution sit on the unit for around 10 minutes to kill any remaining spores before wiping it off with a fresh wet cloth. Lastly, let the AC unit air dry completely and then reassemble it. Upon doing so, your mold problem should be resolved.

Stale Or “Cheesy” Odor

The stale, cheesy odor you may notice from your mini split is common enough to have a name: Dirty Sock Syndrome. The smell gets created by dirt, dust, debris, and moisture building up in your air handler. If you’re lucky, you’re only smelling those items. If it’s been a while and getting stronger, it is much more likely that you now also have mold in the system.

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Mis Barts

A STORY BY MIKE

This is a 99.5% true story

I hated school. I hated it from the very first second of the very first day of the very first grade, hated it, hated it, hated it, and I was grumpy as hell 8 years later on the first day of school in August of 1964. I went to the bulletin board in the gym and found my name listed next to my newly posted homeroom. I spoke to a few kids but in reality, it was just 2 and there were no words, just a nod as I walked to the homeroom, went in, and found a desk at the back of the room.

I wouldn’t say I was a bully and I often tried to stand up for those that would be bullied, but at the same time, I didn’t put up with any shit from anyone. And I would venture to say everyone in Hutto High School in fact most of the people in the city of Hutto Texas knew it. So with that said only a couple of the 3 boys and none of the 10 girls in my class of 13 would have much to do with me. I guess if truth be told none of the girls would hardly ever even look at me.

But for me that was ok, at that point in my life I didn’t have time for girls, no time no not at all, um...not at that time anyway.

I had no idea how that was going to change.

We had always been a family of farmers with 840 acres to take care of. It seemed like an endless amount of work. It was the end of summer, and just like every day, winter or summer, I got up at 4 am to get my chores done around the house and barn before, in the summertime, planting my butt in a tractor seat for the rest of the day. I was always either running a cultivator or working in the hay fields. Don’t misunderstand me here, I’m not complaining, my dad saw to it I was paid for my hours worked, and when I was old enough to hold my own around the place he gave me 50 acres of my own. All the money I earned all year plus that money from the harvest of my 50 acres at the end of the year was mine to sock away. So no, I'm not complaining, not at all.

I had played on it, in it, around it, on top of and under it forever and I was 13 when I asked my dad if I could have it. I was as happy as a cow bird-eating ticks off cow back when my dad smiled and said ok giving me the old 1948 Studebaker truck. After getting it stuck in the mud coming down the road to the house from the highway he had blown the motor up. He and grandpa had hooked it up to a chain and using the tractor drug it up into the barn. Dad had simply parked it to the side out of the way and walked away from it. It had sat there in the barn gathering dust for as many years as I could remember.

Of course, the grandparents were around but mom had hated farm life and left my dad when I was pretty young. I don’t remember much about her but dad never missed a beat raising me alone. He was a very hard man that was also very strict but I might also add here that where I was concerned he was very good to me and a very good dad who I always knew loved me.

Anyway as I began to work on the truck, as was his way, he never said much, just kind of looked on. But it was as I began cleaning out around the car to work on it that I guess he saw I was serious about fixing it. He began to come out into the old barn and would sit on an old half barrel smoking his pipe watching me closely while answering any questions I might have. He let me move his massive toolbox closer to the truck and I used his tools. It took some time doing things at night after my chores and weekends but under his watchful eye, I rebuilt the truck from the ground up.

Then when I had it to the stage it needed an engine I found a 289 with a

McCulloch Supercharger in a junkyard. I was pretty proud that I had found it by myself and bought it with my own money, of course, dad had taken me to pick it up. Again he never said much or offered to help me as I rebuilt the motor and when I was done it made 275 horses, that was unless I asked, then he was always right there.

Along the way, he had also let me have an old 18-foot plywood boat that sat on its trailer with flat tires half full of dirt and weeds. I had no idea where the boat came from, it had like the truck just simply always been there outside of the barn. It was almost a flat-bottom plywood boat that I had given me something to tinker with and so I would work on one while waiting for parts or money for the truck.

And so you see, I had two girls that I loved and were taking up all of my time.

The teacher walked in and in a kind of raspy, not deep but, well hell I don’t know how to describe it other than she had a very sexy voice. My head came up and my eyes went right to her when she spoke because for some reason it was like music in my ears as she called out “GOOD MORNING!” It was that voice that brought me back from the wiring diagram I was working on for my truck.

Somewhere in my head, I heard “WOW!” As I looked up to see a very curvy woman who looked to be maybe 26 or 27 and I guessed her to be about 5 foot 6 as she was walking to her desk. She had short naturally curly jet black hair, and a slender face. She was wearing a button-down cotton dress covered in kids flying kites. The dress’s bodice was snug and because the dress was belted at the waist showed her shape nicely. It flowed over wide hips so it sort of floated around her legs as she walked and the dress was also very teacherly in that it was just below the knees in length. I could see she was wearing what I was sure was pantyhose and 2-inch heels, which I think they called squash heels back then, with open toes showing that they were painted red and matched her fingernails.

My head kind of spun as I thought, “My god, she is stunningly beautiful!” And from that moment she had my full attention as she went on, “I’m Miz Barts.” She said in a slow southern drawl as she sat some papers on the desk and then looked over the class. “A little about me, I have been teaching over in George Town for the last few years but went to and graduated from here at Hutto High. It’s good for me to be back here and at home. So with that out of the way let's get to the business at hand.” Her ice-cold blue eyes rested on each face as she looked at us asking, “We know it’s harvest so who of you will need to be let out early to get back to your farms?”

I was the only one to raise my hand. My heart melted at the slight smile that came to the corner of her lips as she looked at me “And you are?”

“Mike King mam and my dad said I could either stay until noon or I could come home in the afternoon, he doesn’t care as long as I get my work done either way.”

She smiled and my heart already melted, making it jump out of my chest as she looked down at her papers. “Alright then Mr. King, come up here, and let's look at the schedule for your classes.” When I stepped behind her desk and stopped next to her voice went down. “Would you rather be here in the afternoon or morning?”

I was standing, well sort of leaning over her desk next to her looking at the paper, and oh my goodness her hair smelled so sweet it made it hard to think, it was like lemons. “I think if I come in the morning it will make it better for my dad. That way when I get home I can work right through the evening.”

I took a deep breath in through my nose and she looked up giving me a funny look. For me, when looking into those eyes it was like a cold pale blue pool, and her irises were flecked with gold, and well my brain melted, “Do you need a kleenex, Mr. King?”

For a moment I couldn't think! I felt the heat of my cheeks going pink and when I answered it was just above a whisper, “Um, no, sorry no. I, a...I like the smell of lemons, is all.”

I saw the corners of Miss Bart's mouth turn up just slightly before she looked back to the schedule. “Ok Mike, go have a seat and I’ll work on this. I’ll tell you what, come find me in the teacher's lounge before you leave at noon today. I’ll have your classes all set up for you.”

It was 5 minutes till 12 when I walked into the principal's office and told the secretary, “I was told to come to see Mis Barts.” K Barns was a middle-50s woman that was built like a pair, and the corner of her eyes wrinkled as she looked at me with her always pleasant smile. “Hi Mike, she said you were coming. She is in the teacher’s lounge.” She chuckled “My goodness you shot up over the summer. How tall are you?”

“6’ 2” the last I checked.” I liked the lady and smiled, “Sorry if I was rude when I came in.” I looked around and said, “It’s just that I hate coming in here.” My smile turned to a grin as I looked at her. “It's good to see you, Miss Barns.” I turned walked over to the door to the teacher’s lounge and knocked softly as I slowly pushed it open thinking, “Fuck I really do hate this.” I stuck my head into the teacher's inner sanctum and didn’t see her so I softly called out. “Mis Barts?”

She was to the right of the door and behind the open door so she was just out of sight, “Over here Mike.''

I found her sitting on an old well-worn leather couch with her left shoe off her leg tucked up under her so she was half sitting on her foot. This caused her dress to pull tight on her thighs so there was just a hint of an opening between some of its buttons. Looking up she smiled and for just a moment my mind went blank, “Right on time.” And with a wave of her hand said, “I have everything ready.” She pointed to the papers beside her on the couch and picked them up as she called me in, saying “Come look at this with me.”

And for the next few minutes, she went over my classes and the school's expectations for me because I would be missing 3 hours of class a day until the crops came in. But my eyes kept being pulled to those wonderfully teasing buttons. I was trying to be subtle about looking, but now all these years later I’m sure she knew exactly what I was doing.

My granddad let me use his worn-out old GMC pickup to go back and forth to school and the next morning as always I was about 10 minutes early. I had never, not even once sat anywhere but the back of the class, remember I hate being there, but it all changed that morning. With the thought of lemons, I went to the homeroom classroom and took a seat in the front row. I had sat so I was two seats just to the left of Mis Bart's desk. I had sat there because the day before I saw she would sit with her butt on the left corner of the desk and with her left foot on the floor sometimes turning a little sideways. I knew it was bad, but damn she was beautiful! And those legs were so long and even though all I had seen was her calf I knew they would be shapely and she had thin ankles that made my head swim.

As I sat there with my hands trembling I scolded myself “Mike you’re a fucking dope.” Because if I had looked at it once I had looked at it a 100 times, but as I sat waiting I pulled the class list from my shirt pocket looking at it again. I was looking at what class I would go to next and it was for the 100th time I smiled to myself saying very softly. “Nowhere.” I had “Miz Barts” as she called herself for math and science. So I would be in her homeroom for half an hour and then attend regular classes with her for the next 2 hours.

A little background here. This story starts in 1963 and at the time of this story Hutto elementary school was to the left of the school's front doors. The elementary, JH, and high schools all in one building had a population of 487 kids. Being so small, the JH kids which were in 7th and 8th grades moved through 4 classrooms while the high school had 6 Classrooms of its own. We shared our 4 classrooms with the same teachers who were teaching both high school and JH and sometimes at the same hour. I know it sounds confusing but worked pretty well.

That first morning I wasn’t sure but I thought I saw a slight smile from her as our eyes met when she walked in and saw me in the front row, “Good morning.” She was still looking at me and even though it was loud and spoken to the rest of the class, I thought it was to me, I hoped so anyway.

And I never in my life paid such close attention to a teacher and I was wrong about the pantyhose. I held my breath during a lecture as she moved to her desk. In my mind, I was yelling “HELL YES!” As she sat on the side of her desk with her left leg down, her foot on the floor, and her right leg up with about half a butt cheek on the desk. It was then I saw the whelp of a garter as her skirt pulled tight over it! Stockings! My stupid mind screamed “STOCKINGS!” and dumb ass that I am I choked on my own spit. I felt my face turn red as I began having a coughing and gagging fit, “Are you alright Mr. King?”

It was with tears in my eyes I croaked out “yes mam, sorry,” But I saw that slight smile and was very sure she knew why I choked.

After the first month of school, I knew Miz Barts was watching my work closer than the other kids. I always did all of the in-class work and picked up on stuff enough to not fail a test but I had a hell of a time getting the homework done. One morning she smiled at me, “Mr. King, will you stop by my classroom at lunch?”

“Yes, mam.”

I found her sitting behind her desk. “Right on time.” She pointed to her desk and the extra hamburger setting on the opposite side of her saying, “I don’t want you to miss out on your lunch so sit and eat with me, please. This way we have more time and can talk.” She stood up and moved over, closing the door before coming back to the front of her desk. She folded her arms in front of her and leaning back rested her butt on it. I could not have stopped it if it meant my head would fall off! My eyes dropped to her legs as she put her right butt cheek on the desk.

When I looked up at her I knew I had been busted but acted dumb. There was that slight smile as she slipped off the desk and moved to her side, and sat saying, “You know you're not failing my classes but we both know you're just hanging on by the skin of your teeth.” She took a bite of hamburger and talked around it. “Mike, why are you not turning in your homework?” Her eyes met mine as she went on. “That work is a very big part of your grade.”

I didn’t lie or give her a hard nose as I would have with the other teachers. “I‘m not stupid, but I struggle with it.” I shrugged, “So sometimes I just don’t do it.”

God, I loved her smile, “I see and Mr. King I know you're not stupid.” I had sat my binder on her desk and he pointed to it as she wiped her fingers on a napkin, “The other day I thought I saw some diagrams of some kind in your folder. I was wondering what they were for, and if I could see them?”

As I got into my binder I said, “I have this old truck,” I looked at her as I went on. And because before I got it from my dad, it had sat in the barn for years. The rats had eaten through most of the wiring in it. That means I am having to redo all of it.” I put the paper on her desk and pointed to it with my finger, “So I made up these schematics to show how and where all the wires I have either already put in or will be run in later go.” I felt more than a little bit shy as she pulled the neatly folded paper out and looked at the 4 pages of electrical drawings turning each one slowly and without looking up she asked “And you did this?” her forefinger ran over the neatly all-in-color drawn lines, “Are these all drawn to scale?”

“Yes mam, they are one-tenth scale.”

She was talking softly as she looked at the drawings “All of the color coding and I see you’re showing the amps and volts.” She looked up at me “You did this?” she frowned “Did your dad help you or do this for you?”

“Yes it’s my work and nope, I did it by myself.” I grinned. “My dad wants nothing to do with Hazel. Um...That's my truck.” I shrugged.

She was smiling and the twinkle in her eyes was mesmerizingly hot, “If I'm very, very careful with these and get them back to you before the end of school today can I hold onto them for a while?”

I had no idea why she would want them and didn’t care. She didn’t know I was really sure she had hung the moon and let the twinkle come to the stars or that the only reason the sun came up in the morning was for her, so I said. “Sure.”

I don't know why, that's not a true statement, I did know why I did it. Every once in a while all through the winter, I would put a fresh lemon on her desk. Her eyes would always find mine and I would sit and wait, wanting so badly to see it as the corners of her lips turned up just slightly, and they always did. One day one of the girls in class asked “Who would leave you something like that sour old lemon?”

There was that little half-smile and Ms. Barts said “I guess someone thinks I'm a sour puss.” Her eyes caught mine and held them for just a moment, making my heart pound in my chest because I knew it was just our secret.

It seemed like only a second passed and spring was almost on us. It was around the first of April and we were well into the planting of the cotton. I was about to head home when Mz. Barts caught me in the hall. “Mr. King, I need you to come with me before you leave, if you please.”

“Am I in trouble again?”

She gave me a look, “Not this time, but trust me when I say I know all about that thing between you and Mr. Anderson.”

I felt a little defensive saying, “Hey, Tammy asked him 3 times to stop putting his arm around her. He thought he was being cute and a big man.” I shrugged, “And then he thought differently.”

“So I heard.” She wrapped once on the door with the center knuckle of her left hand and didn’t wait as she pushed on the door leading me into the office of the superintendent of the Hutto ISD. He looked up from his desk and smiled. “Hey, Mike.” He looked at Miz Barts as he pointed me to a chair. “Please sit down.” He looked back at me smiling as Miz Barts took the chair next to mine. “Mz Barts showed me your wiring diagram and I showed it to MR. Sims, who of course you know is our AG teacher. He also has a degree in electrical engineering. Mike, after he looked at them he said it was amazing work and went on to say it was some of the best hand-drawn diagrams he had ever seen.” he again looked at Miss barts

“So Mz Barts and I have asked you here today because she thinks your grades are a direct reflection of something called dyslexia. He pointed to a stack of cards with numbers on them and another stack of cards with words. “We would like to give you a short test. Would that be ok?”

I was almost instantly angry. Everyone always gave me shit about my grades being so poor. Here I was doing something I hated while being in a place I didn’t want to be, and I was just about to tell Mr. Talbut to shove his test up his ass when Ms. Barts’s hand came to my shoulder. She gave it a slight squeeze as she picked up the conversation. “Mike, as Mr. Talbut said it’s called Dyslexia.” She shook her head “And if you have it,” Her fingers moved on my shoulder, and I’m pretty sure you do, and if you will let me, I can help you.” I looked at her and smiled, “Alright.”

Remember the whole moon stars and sun thing?

And so for the next few minutes, she would hold up a card with 4 numbers on it. 3426 “What do you see Mike?”

3246.

Next, she held up, 2278

“Mike?” 2728

She smiled at me as she held up the word ME, “Spell what you see Mike?”

“EM.”

She held up another word WENT. “And now spell this one.”

“WNET.”

Setting down the cards she looked at Mr. Talbut and smiled “You see? I knew it.”

I was antsy as hell and in truth had no idea, not even a hint of a clue what the hell they were talking about, and I was more than a little embarrassed.

She could see I really wanted out of there but as she looked at me her hand again came to my shoulder. As she squeezed I looked up into her smiling eyes. “It will take a lot of work and I have to have permission from your dad but I know I can help you, and again that's only if you let me.” She pointed to the word on the card “It’s spelled W E N T but when you see it, it is W N E T. Your brain switches things around, that’s all. It happens to a lot of young people and only just recently we have figured out how to help kids with their problems. So would you let me help you, are you up for it?”

Again we were back to how she hung the moon and the sun rose only for her, and knowing I would get to spend more time with her! “Yes, I think I’d like that.”

A few days later dad came to school and I sat in her classroom with him as Ms. Barts went over everything with him. He said he was all for it as long as it didn’t affect my work on the farm. She smiled looking at me, “Ok, because we are almost to the end of the school year I’ll get things ready over the summer,” She smiled at dad saying “I know with you here I’m killing your planting time. My folks are going like crazy out at our place too, so thanks for taking the time to come in.” she held out her hand for him to shake it “I just think he is way too bright to miss out on life.” She smiled at me, “We will start next fall.”

It was the end of June and on the farm, we had already cut one round of hay and had begun cutting our Maize crop... No, it’s not corn. Maize is more like wheat… And getting the grain to the granary for storage was my job.

I would pull our old Kenworth with its 40-foot-long trailer up next to the combine as it cut a swath through the Maize field. Once our speed matched Dad would swing an arm out from the combine holding tank that had an auger in the bottom of it. Once he turned the auger on it pulled the maze seeds from the combine’s hopper up through the arm and into the 40-foot-long trailer I was pulling through the field. As the harvester's hopper emptied into the trailer I’d stay right beside him until the truck’s trailer was full. At that point, I’d hit the air horn and he would shut off the flow of grain and I would head to town. Once at the Grainary Coop in town, after the truck was weighed and tested for its moisture content I dove it up onto a table that lifted the truck up in the air until it was dumped and the whole process started all over.

There was no AC in the trucks back then and it was hotter than all billy hell. I was sitting in a line with 4 trucks in front of me and listening to a Patsy Cline 8 track when I saw a lady who was in nothing but a checkered blouse open at the collar and knotted below her full boobs leaving her midriff bare. She was in Dasie May cut off shorts (Google it) as she hopped out of her truck. She had long, long beautiful legs, shapely legs and I watched how the muscles in her thick thighs sticking out of the short shorts rippled with each step and how they ran down into her well-worn cowboy boots. I was a little out of breath watching it as she walked to the back of her trailer and hit the tailgate locks then headed back to the truck cab and got in.

“Holy fuck!” I said to myself, smiling at how beautiful Mz Barts had looked.

Acting Like I hadn’t seen her and looking at how slow the line was moving I guessed I had about 10 minutes before the line would move. I kicked open the truck door and jumped down heading for the weight station. I, of course, knew the lady working the scales “Linda I’ll give you 10 bucks for 2 cold Doctor Peppers and a little plastic bag of ice.”

With a cigarette hanging from her lips, she held out her hand “It's in the fridge.”

She didn’t see me for a moment so when I stepped up on her truck running boards it startled her. “Oh shit! Mike! SHIT, oh sorry um. HI!” She smiled.

I handed her the soda and the small bag of ice. “They didn’t have any lemons but as hot as it is I bet that ice pack will feel good..” I watched her cheeks go pink as I turned to look forward to my truck. “Op it’s my turn.” I don’t know what made me do it but before I got up in the cab of the old Kenworth I was driving, I took off my ratty old sweat-stained cowboy hat and in a sweeping motion I bowed to her and then blew her a kiss. “What the fuck was that!” I laughed to myself as I put the heavy truck in gear and moved forward.

After that first time seeing her I stopped by the Piggly Wiggly store and picked up some lemons. I had found an old Coleman Ice chest out in the barn and cleaned it all up, so it was now in the truck with me and I was ready. I kept a couple of Doctor Peppers on ice with some lemons and a couple of small plastic bags to put some of the ice in. And now every time I took a load to town I was actively looking for her, wishing upon wish I would see her but I didn’t. Not until I was hauling in the next to the last load. I was more than a little sad that I hadn’t seen her because I knew that after my next load, it would be my last time in town for a few days. It would be about a week before we got set up for it and then we would begin to cut the corn.

I was pulling to the right turn lane and had slowed to a stop putting me 6th in line. It was as I was making sure the back end of the trailer was out of the highway that I saw her! She was 3 trucks ahead of me and it was like Christmas morning in my head as the line moved forward. I watched as she went through the gate pulling her truck up so the trailer was off the weighing scales. She had hardly come to a stop when the truck door came open and she skipped over the running board, dropping a few feet so both feet hit the ground as she hopped out. I excitedly watched as she trotted over to the lady’s room. I was shaking because I had planned this for days and now I had my chance. I quickly put some Ice in the plastic bag and grabbed an ice-cold DP and a lemon as I kicked open the truck door. I was already running when my feet hit the ground and ran up to her truck. I pulled the passenger door open hoping that if she came out of the bathroom she wouldn’t see me. I stepped up and leaned across the dusty old unused passenger seat and sat everything in the driver's seat. Without lifting my head I slid back, closing the door and as my feet touched down, I was hurrying back to the Kenworth.

I saw the bathroom door open and was too excited to sit still as I watched her walk back to her truck. When she opened the door the smile I saw was instant and beautiful. It was the smile that had melted my heart. Mz Barts’s truck was next in line and she had to move but I knew by the look on her face as she looked past the other trucks and back at me with a big grin she had liked my little gift.

The next time we saw each other was at the cotton gin about the last week in July. Back in those days, we used a tractor to pull what was called a cotton stripper through the field. It stripped the cotton off its stem and had a powerful fan in it that blew the cotton back into a trailer. Whoever was the runner would often pull 3 sometimes 4 cotton trailers at a time to the coop cotton gin where they would be put in line for ginning. After we unhooked the full trailers we would go to the other side of the yard to get our empties to take back to the field to be refilled. Sometimes there would be 8 or 9 hundred empty trailers sitting around waiting to be picked up and I was walking through the empties looking for 3 of ours when Mis Barts stepped out from another row. “Hello, Mr. King.”

I felt the heat in my cheeks “Hi.”

She pointed around “Find them?”

“Yup. That's my 3 over yonder. How about you?”

“Yes, I was just about to back up to them when I saw you.”

“Want some help?”

She was in those cutoff blue jeans and boots only this time she was in a t-shirt. “Always!” She smiled. “Are you guys about all in?”

“Yes, almost.” I smiled “We still got some hay then we are done.” I pushed her empty trailer up to the back of one hooked to her truck “You got another one?”

Those ice-blue eyes sparkled as she smiled “Nope just the 2 this time.” She grinned at me “Thanks for the hand.”

“Anytime.” I kind of looked at my feet, “I’m going by the DQ for a Sunday if you want one.”

Her cheeks flush “I do but they will be waiting for these trailers.”

I laughed, “So is my old man. The secret is to always go back to them with a burger and fries. It seems a good burger always makes them forget how long you are gone when they are eating it.” I shoved my hands in my pockets, “The Sunday is on me.”

We spent a half hour talking about the summer, fishing, messing around at the lake, and were just enjoying talking with each other when I said “I know this is crazy but I’m taking my boat out to Lake Travis Sunday, I thought you might like to come with me.”

I saw her kind of look out of the corner of her eyes at me and she very softly said, “Did you just ask me out?”

And just as softly I said “Oh heavens no Mz Barts. I just asked you if you wanted to go to the lake with me for the day.” and to kind of let her off the hook, I said “I’ll tell you what. I’ll be passing by the Piggly Wiggly at about 9 am. I’ll have to pick up ice and picnic stuff, so if you’re there you are, and if you're not then you aren’t. No bad feelings either way.”

My 1948 candy rootbeer-colored Studabaker rumbled to a stop next to her VW bug. Her lips turned up in that almost smile as she got out in her patented cut-off jeans only this time she wore a button-down shirt that was open over a bikini top. Her breasts filled out what had to be a full b cup perfectly and instead of those long beautiful legs running down into cowboy boots she was wearing flip-flops, her toes painted light pink.

“Hello, Mr. King.” She gave my truck a long look before she looked back at the heavily varnished Yellow Jacket style flat-bottom plywood boat with its deep V bow setting on its trailer. The boat sparkled in the morning sun and probably only weighed 350 pounds empty so that coupled with the 50-horse Evinrude on the back the 4 seated 18-foot long boat went like a rocket.

I gave her my best and brightest smile, “Good morning’’

She was a little quiet as we went through the store picking up a few things for our picnic and day out on the water and then we were back out at the truck. As I put some things on ice in the Coleman ice chest I watched as she ran her hand over the shiny slick truck fender. “It’s nice of your dad to let you use his truck and boat?”

I knew when we had talked about the electrical drawings she had been told the truck and the boat were mine “Nope.” I smiled. “He blew her motor up sometime back in the 1950s and I think I told you she sat out in the barn for years after that, I was 13 when he gave her to me.” I looked at the truck with great pride as I went on, “I have spent most of the last of the last few winters and every spare minute of the summers getting her to look and run like this.” I hooked my thumb over my shoulder “Same with the boat. It had been set out by the barn and was falling apart so when I asked him for it he laughed saying “It’ll make good firewood.” And so when I was waiting on parts and things for one project I would work on the other.” I chuckled, “It has kept me out of trouble on those cold winter nights.”

She was quiet as I put the picnic stuff away in the truck bed and then looking at me she leaned back on the VW bug setting behind her, “I have no idea why I am here.” Her eyes searched my face, “Mike did you want this to be a date?”

I opened the truck door for her, “I’ll tell you, I think it’s whatever you want it to be.” I shrugged, “I just wanted to smell the lemons.” That made her laugh and I saw that she was noticeably more relaxed as she stepped up into the truck, and I’m sure she saw it as I let my eyes drop to those legs of hers as she was sliding over the soft tan leather.

It was about a 40-minute drive out to Lake Travis and she sat with her right arm on the door with its open window, remember this was way before AC was a common thing, with the wind blowing her shiny black hair around her face.

When we got to the lake I put the Coleman ice chest in the boat then I got its straps unhooked from the trailer and she asked, “What can I do to help?”

It would be great If you go out onto the dock while I get the boat in the water, then you can hold the rope as I run the truck up and park it.

It was only a few minutes later and with the boat in the water, we ran around the lake looking at the few houses that were just starting to pop up around the lakeshore of Lake Travis. After a while I said, “I’m hot. Are you ready for a swim?”

Mz Bart's face lit up, “Yes that would be grand.”

I let all 50 horses loose in the old Evenrude and she squealed, laughing like a little girl as we shot across the lake. I pulled us up into a cove where we dropped anchor and she sat watching me as I took off my shirt and put out the swim ladder. We swam, splashed each other, and laughed until our sides hurt, then we floated around on the life rings with me making damn sure I didn’t touch her in an inappropriate way. We had floated around for some time before she looked at me, “Come on let's get something to eat.”

I got up the swim ladder first and once back in the boat, I held my hand out helping her up watching the water run down her body. As she towels off I put up the canvas bimini top so the back half of the boat was covered in shade. I pointed to an old thick moving blanket, “We can put that out on the deck to set on if you would like.” We sat on the towels she had laid out on top of the blanketed boat's flat bottom. There was plenty of room to stretch out in the sun between the back seat and the transom of the boat making a perfect table. And again as we sat in the cool of the shade and ate we talked about everything you could think of, dance fads, food, and she was more than a little surprised by what I knew about cooking. We talked about sewing and I found out she loves to cross-stitch. She laughed and thought I was kidding when I told her I could crochet and knit as well as darn my own socks. I shrugged saying “You know being brought up by a single man meant if I didn’t do it, it didn’t get done.” And slowly the uptight school teacher was replaced by a funny caring woman and very beautiful woman.

It was just after dark when the Studabaker rolled to a stop next to her VW. She didn’t move to get out as I walked around to her door, and I was smiling like the village idiot as I opened it for her. She still didn’t get out but turned in the truck seat putting her feet on the threshold of the door and looking at me said. “Mike, I had a very good time today thank you.” She put one foot down on the running board leaning her shoulder into the back of the seat as her eyes searched my face in the dim light from the parking lot light. “Are you going to ask me out again?”

“Should I?”

“Maybe.” It came out very soft and the corners of her mouth turned up, “To be honest Mike you scare me a little.”

“How can that be? Oh, oh Crap I’m so sorry! I certainly didn't mean to!”

“No, not like that.” She folded her hands together, “It's that you’re not like any other teenager I have ever met. You don’t talk like one, you're very knowledgeable, hell you knew about or at least something about everything I wanted to talk about today and you are funny as hell.” Her hand came to my arm as it rested on the window frame of the truck door. “And Mike most importantly you have been a perfect gentleman treating me like a lady all day.”

I took her hand in mine as she slipped off the truck seat “You are a lady, and well yes I was going to ask you out again. I want to get to know all about you, my lady.” I squeezed her hand, “I want to know the soft and sweet and the hard not so sweet and right now I want to kiss you so badly my toes are on fire from it.”

She got to her car and opened the door, putting it between us saying a little shyly “But you didn’t try.”

“No.” I chuckled “I didn’t think it was what...well, I think you will let me know if you ever want that kiss.”

She reached into her handbag and pulled out a piece of paper with her phone number already on it. Call me when you can get away again.

It was a few days later, well a week really and I was out in the back fixing a loose barn gate when dad came to the back door of the house calling out, “Ms. Barts is on the phone for you!”

I ran to the house and I tried to not sound out of breath or too excited as I said, “Hello.”

“Hello, Mr. King. Want to come out to the farm and my house for fried chicken and potato salad tomorrow evening?” She chuckled. “I can feel you looking at your dad and I already asked him if he would like to come with you. I told him I have a new program for us to start work on. It’s for your dyslexia. He said no.”

“Do you have it?”

“Yes, but tomorrow night it will just be the 2 of us. I mean unless schoolwork is what you want to think about?”

“Nope.”

She laughed softly “I didn’t think so. And for fuck sake Mike, call me Elaine when it’s just us.” There was a shuffling noise “You know where our place is out by the Jonha water tower?”

“Yes, Yes I do.”

“Alright, then when you come down the lane go past my folk’s house. Stay to the left when you get to the Y and that will bring you out to my house. See you at about 4?”

“Perfect.”

Of course, my grandparents were around but like I said dad had raised me by himself and he knew me like a book. He gave me the look all sons know all too well and asked, “You got a thing for her?”

I felt my face grow hot “Have you not seen her!” I chuckled “I’d have to be dead to not, but dad she is just my teacher.” I shook my head “I don’t know why she is going out of her way to help me with my dyslexia but I’m damn glad of it. She said we will be working on it through lunch at school and she has a different program set out for me so when the class is doing one thing I’ll also be doing it but in a different way, whatever the hell that means.” I saw him watching me. “And why she is willing to give up her free time is beyond me but I’m not turning down fried chicken even if it snows.”

He chuckled as he slowly stood up putting his hand on my shoulder “Mike I brought you up to be your own man.” He looked me right in the eyes. “Just be careful son.”

I could smell the cooking chicken through the screen door and called out, “Hello, Elaine?”

“It’s open.”

“I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t the beautiful woman that I found in the kitchen. Her hair was damp indicating it hadn’t been long since she had showered. Her makeup was light with some color around her eyes and the pink lipstick on her lips matched the polish on her fingers and the toes of her bare feet. She was wearing a black cotton sundress that had spaghetti straps holding it up. It was by no means sheer but it was clear that her small tight dark nipples were not being protected by a bra. It was well above mid-thigh in length and the black of the dress made her pale white thighs look beautiful as the skirt swished around them.

She seemed a little, I don’t think I would call it shy but, maybe stand-offish.

“I was sort of thinking, maybe we could eat out under the pecan tree.” she pointed out through the kitchen screen door “It’s a nice breeze out there and hotter than hell in here. Would you mind?”

“No, not at all. What can I do to help?”

I got the blanket she had given me spread out and went back in to carry the hot freshly fried chicken out while she brought out the salad and fresh-baked bread. She was kind of looking everywhere but at me, “Elaine, you don’t have to do this.”

Her eyes came to mine and searched my face. “This is wrong in at least, well more ways than I can count and so against the law, and” she shook her head, “so bad. Shit, I can’t believe I’m even sitting here, and I…”

I stood up, “I wouldn’t do anything in the world to cause you any problems. I’ll see you.”

I started walking back to the house, “Mike stop.” I did and turned to face her. “I don’t want you to go. I just don’t…are you a virgin.”

I couldn’t help but smile, “Um, that would be a no.” I grinned “Are you?”

“Ho well shit.” She wagged her head “Come on and set, we don’t want the food to get cold.”

We both relaxed as we ate and again the conversation ran over 100s of things until she said, “Come on the mosquitoes are going to carry us away if we set out here much longer.”

Once inside I helped with the cleanup and as she put the last plate away her back was to me as I stepped toward her putting my hands around her slender waist. I nipped her neck with my teeth and very softly said “Remember I thought you would tell me if you wanted that kiss.” She turned in my arms looking at me and I smiled. “I think you do.” She was trembling as our lips met.

I would like to tell you that it was a night of burning hot sex, but it wasn’t. It was an evening of kissing, touching, laughing, and tickling. It was a night of exploration, a night of growing friendship, and no more.

Over the next few months as fall turned to winter Elaine and I grew closer and closer. We were working on my dyslexia every day at school and I was going to her house 2 or 3 nights a week and most Saturdays.

It was the day before the Thanksgiving break, “Mr. King I need to see you in my classroom at lunchtime.” By this time the whole school knew that Miz Barts was mentoring me so our spending time together had just become the way it was. When we were doing things at school it was always with an open door so again no one gave us a second thought.

“Yes, mam.”

I knocked lightly on her classroom door and pushed it open. “Hi.”

“Hi, yourself.” My eyes dropped to her legs, finding the bottom 3 buttons of her dress undone as she crossed them. She watched me closely as my gaze ran over her stocking-covered thighs, “I brought us some tuna salad sandwiches and chips. I’ll set it out if you go to the vending machine and get us a coke.”

“Deal.” And I turn to head to get us a soft drink.

When I got back she had scooted up with her legs under her desk and I was sure by the way her hand was moving was doing up buttons as a smiling Mr. Sims turned to look at me. I smiled, “Hi Mr. Sim, what’s shaken.”

“Hi, Mike. I know I’m interrupting not only your lesson but also your lunch. Come and sit so you can eat while I tell you what I have in mind.”

By this time Elaine was setting out our chips. “I’m sorry Bart but I don’t have enough to offer you a sandwich.”

“No, no, don't be silly.” He looked at me, “I got permission to pull you from your next class, and here is why.” He smiled as he sat down at one of the student desks when we started to eat. “I haven't had a chance to take a look at your truck. But if you put it together like your drawings, well there are a bunch of FFA boys from around the state that have put together a small car show at Travis High school in Dallas and it’s this Saturday.” he looked at Elaine “Can I steal this young man for a while?”

She smiled and gave me a wink, “We can catch up in study hall.”

“Mike, go get your truck and bring it around to the agriculture shop.”

I hadn’t seen it but I know the FFA boys had gone through a 56 Chevrolet Belair and the class of boys was swarming over it, wiping and cleaning everything. I parked next to the car ignoring the hard looks and stairs as Mr. Sim walked up to me and Hazel. And for the next hour, he went over Hazel with a fine tooth comb asking me what seemed to be at least a 1000 questions. Finally, he said, “Yes I think it would be amazing if you would bring, Hazil is it, up to the car show Saturday.” he looked at the truck “Do I need to call your dad?”

“No, I got it.”

That afternoon sitting in the study hall quietly working on making my mind recognize words and then unscrambling them in my head I looked at Elaine, “I was wondering if you would like to go up to Dallas with me. I don’t know what there is to do up there on a Friday night but we could leave early on Friday and have a nice dinner when we get there.” I shrugged “we could do the whole car show thing and then I don’t know what. But I was thinking we could come back on Sunday.”

Her cheeks went pink as she leaned forward and spoke in a very soft voice, her eyes sparkling, “Mr. King, did you just ask me to go away with you for the weekend?”

I grinned, “Yes I did, and if you say yes of course I’ll get us each a room.”

After dinner, I pulled dad out into the barn away from grandma and grandpa, “Dad I want to talk for a minute.” Hadn’t said a word as I told him about Mr. Sims and the car show. I told him I wanted to go up Friday and stay over until Sunday, And when I was finished talking he gave me that look as he sat thinking.

“I don’t guess you would be going alone now would you?”

“No sir.” I kind of shook my head “I made reservations for 2 rooms dad.”

“Are you that sure I’ll say ok to this?”

“No sir, if you say no I can always call and cancel.”

He took out his pipe and said nothing as he packed it with tobacco. He scratched to top off of a match with his thumbnail and as it flared up touched it to the tobacco. He drew in a couple of breaths of air pulling it through the pipe and sucking the match flame into the tobacco. Puff

“I was the same age as you when I married your momma so I reckon your growed up enough to, um to what” Puff, puff “I guess to know your own mind.” Puff “I don’t know that you're screwing her, but I don’t know that you're not and I really don’t know if it’s any of my business one way or the other.” Puff, Puff he pointed the pipe stem at me “Son don’t you do anything stupid, it could not only cost her, her career but get her locked up and I sure as fuck don’t want no grand babies outa you, not yet anyway. You go and have fun, but be a grown-ass man about it. Son, you need to think with the head on your shoulders, not the one in your pants.” Puff, Puff “You payin'?’

“For everything but her room. That way it will show we each had our own room.”

Now he laughed, Puff, “With adjoining doors?” “Puff Puff

I wagged my eyebrows at him and smiled. “Dad we haven’t done the nasty.”

Puff, puff, He chuckled “Yet.” And change the subject to a Bull he was thinking of buying asking if I wanted to go in on half.

Elaine wasn’t a stupid woman and at the end of the home room, she pulled me to the side. “Come on, we need to go to see supernatant Talbot.”

As we walked to the office I gave her a sideways look, “I haven’t done anything to be in trouble since, well us.”

“I know you ass hat. I’m going to get permission to go to Dallas for the car show and to take you to the reading center while we are there. I want us to be all-legal about this little getaway you have planned for us.” She pulled up to a stop, “What did your dad say?”

“To um…use my head about things.”

“I bet it was more than that.”

“I bet you would be right. He is ok.”

She knocked twice on Mr. Talbot's office door. “Can we see you for a few minutes?”

“Hi, Elaine.” His eyes went past her to me, “Mike. Yes please come in.”

And over the next few minutes, Elaine laid out the plan for the trip ending with. “I have Mr. King's verbal ok and can get it in writing if need be.”

“I don’t see a problem, you will act as a chaperone on Saturday for Mr. Sims, and, well yes I’m ok with you going up there.”

Elaine smiled “Good then Mr. King and I will be leaving after Lunch tomorrow.”

Talbot smiled. “That will be fine.”

I looked at Miz Barts, “Um, Miz Barts, I need to see Mr. Talbot alone for just a moment.”

She gave me a hard look, “Alright.” And left.

He was looking me over pretty hard. “What's up, Mike?”

I smiled, “Well sir I have done my best to be a model citizen around here ever since Mss. Barts decided to help me. She has gone out of her way to not only help me but to try and bring something new to this hell hole of a school. I know you are not stupid and I know you have heard the rumors running around this cesspit full of idiots.”

“You can’t talk to me like that.”

“Like what? Like two men? I know where all the gossip and other crap is coming from, and you sir have one chance to make it stop. If you don’t I will and if I do your football coach or you are not going to like it, not like it at all.”

He got a funny look on his face, “Are you threatening me?’’

“Nope.” I stepped to him and offered him my hand and as he shook it said “I’m just telling you the facts. The lady doesn’t deserve any of this bull shit.” I smiled “Thanks for saying ok to this trip. Will we see you at the car show?”

That caught him off guard, “You know my wife might like a day trip.”

“Good I hope we see you there.��

I picked her up at her house and when I pulled to a stop she came out with 2 small bags. I walked over to the porch and gathered them up as she locked the door, “Mike what did you say to Talbot yesterday?”

“Nothing really. I told him I knew who was spreading the rumors about you and me and if he didn’t stop it I would.” I looked at her “You and I both know it's coach Bailey. Hell, he almost wets himself every time you walk past him.” I opened the truck door for her, “And good morning to you too.” She was in flat sandals, a t-shirt and walking shorts. “You look beautiful by the way.” Her cheeks went pink.

She gave me a sideways look as she stepped up into the truck, “Mike are you jealous?”

“Not if you tell me you're my girl.” I shook my head, “Yes, no…I think protective might be a better word.”

“Are you seeing any girls besides me?”

“You know I’m not.”

She chuckled “I know you're not in Hutto but I know nothing of Round Rock or Taylor or even George Town.”

“Nope, just you, and I don’t guess I’m really seeing you, am I? Rules you know.”

Suddenly as we made the 3-hour trip to Dallas we were a couple. Elaine had sat close to me with her hand on my leg as I drove. We made small talk about this house, that cow, fresh hay, and each other. She turned a little sideways in the seat, “I know your heart is soft even if you're outside isn’t so tell me something I don’t know.”

“Alright, um…my most favorite creature on the planet is butterflies.”

There was a little something in her voice “Really. I would never have thought that, not ever.”

To change the subject I said, “Um, I’m hungry. Want to stop and eat?”

Elaine laughed, “I see what you did there but yes I could eat.”

By the time we stopped here and there, went to eat, and saw a few things it was a little past 6 pm when we checked into the Hilton hotel. After we checked in and were in the elevator going up to the 19th floor and our rooms Elaine smiled at me, “Honey this is really nice but, well, I hate to see you spend this kind of money.”

“Well in my mind I thought you would like it, and I’m pretty sure no one we know will be staying here. That means you can openly be my girl if we are out doing things.”

She chuckled, “Very thoughtful of you Mr. King.”

She went to her room as I stopped at mine and smiled at me as she went in. Once inside my room I dropped my little traveling bag and went to the door between our rooms. She opened the door on her side almost the same instant I opened mine. I had planned on playing it cool, kind of letting her take the lead. I didn't want to do anything to screw up this weekend with her, I shouldn’t have worried.

Elaine was smiling as she stepped towards me putting her arms around my neck as she leaned in kissing me. It was long and soft and maybe the sweetest kiss I had ever had. When she stepped back her hands went to the buttons on her blouse And I watched as she began to undress. “I hope you hadn’t planned on going anywhere tonight.”

“No, I wanted to see what you wanted to do.”

“Well right now I want you to see me naked and then make love to me.”

I eat her up with my eyes, “My god woman, I didn’t know any human could be so beautiful.” Her just-off brown nipples capping her breasts were drawn up tight and hard, and as my pants came off her full black bush drew my eyes to it like a magnet.

Her eyes dropped to my stone-hard cock and she smiled, “I thought I would like the size of that.

That night any nervousness we may have felt was quickly replaced with the release of months of want and need. We were slow and gentle with each other and if I heard her make a sound of pleasure I did and if it was something she didn’t quite like, I didn’t do that. I kissed, licked and touched and nipped her skin everywhere, and when I kissed over her mound into that full bush her legs came open in invitation. Again I worked my tongue in her sliding it through her moist girl lips and bouncing it against her button she let out a soft moan, “mmm.” But it was when I sucked the little one-inch nub she gasped “HUHU!” And as her hips came up off the bed her hands went to the back of my head pulling me into her, “oh god, oh yes! Oh yesss!” She gasped as her hips pumped into my face.

Then she was pushing me back. “Get on your back.” She leaned down talking into my lips as we kissed “I want you in me but as big as you are we need to go a little slow.”

“Let me get a…” she whispered into my lips, “It’s ok.” And the tip of my dick slipped between her lips and when I felt her heat I simply didn’t care.

That first time was pretty quick for both of us but with her steady hands, lips, and mouth after that time she kept me hard and right on the edge for quite some time before I came again.

When we finally rolled away from each other it was well past 2 am.

And so for the next 4 years, we spent as much time as we could with each other. I would stay out at her place 2 or 3 nights a week and every weekend. We traveled all over Texas on weekends and holidays and it was wonderful.

And through it all, she taught me how to recognize my letters and numbers.

It was funny because one evening dad and I were sitting out on the front porch and he chuckled, “Mike have you learned anything other than how your dick works?”

I smiled at him, “Hold on.” I went in and got a technical manual on a new transmission I wanted to put in Hazle. I sat back down beside him and as I began to talk to him about what I wanted to do to my truck I also read to him from the manual about how I was going to have to change the floorboard to make it fit. It was the first time he ever offered me his hand and when I shook his hand he smiled, “Good on ya my man.”

The next big milestone was when I had been given a pretty big history assignment. I worked on the damn thing for a month and when the big day came that I had to stand in front of the class and present it, Mr Talbot and a couple of other teachers including Mr. Sims came into the room. I had never ever spoken in front of others or tried to read anything. I stumbled a couple of times but I was proud as hell of what Miz Barts and I had accomplished. When I finished and the teachers came up to congratulate me I pulled Elaine up from her desk and with tears in her eyes she stood next to me.

3 months after I graduated I was drafted into the United States Army.

It would be 4 years before I saw Elaine Again.

And that's a whole other story.

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