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A Voice Through the Nothingness Part 10

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Contains: Fluff, angst, fluff. This is still a slow burn.

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“When I look into your eyes, I'm curious to know what you see?”- A.K. Kuykendall

Hazel sighed and texted Billy, "I'm going to be twenty minutes late. Thank you for waiting for me."

The ping of Hazel's special text tone pulled Billy out of the meeting with Frank in an instant "No worries, bad day at work?"

Frank chuckled, "You talking to Hazel?"

Billy nodded, "Yeah, she's going to be late. I just hope she's ok."

Frank dismissed Billy's worry, "She'd be fine, she's probably just had to deal with some asshole parent and has a mountain of paperwork."

Billy felt his heart slow, "You're right."

Her tone sang again, "You have no idea, I'll tell you all about it if you want."

Billy huffed and texted her back, "Hell yeah." He turned back to Frank, "She had a bad day at work. You got any updates on this senator?"

Frank nodded and threw the file in his hand to Billy, "Yeah, it's nothing to worry about."

****

Hazel was precisely twenty minutes late and Billy hopped up off the picnic blanket that he had set up under the tree to help her with the basket, "I'm sorry, I had to go home and have a long shower."

Billy noticed her curls were still damp, pilled on her head in a messy bun. He could smell her conditioner, it smelt like brown sugar and vanilla. "Gross stuff?"

They reached the blanket and she shook her head, "No, fucking anti vaxxers. I didn't want to go near anyone, still covered in whooping cough, I had a quick shower at the hospital and a long one at home. I had to put my scrubs in a biohazard bag, they're soaking in disinfectant as we speak."

Billy chuckled, "Don't get Curt started. We saw what the lack of modern medicine did to people. I don't know how you don't punch idiots like that."

Hazel sat down and gave Billy a look as if to tell him she wanted to, "Neither do I. None of that matters anyway, the kid's improving in the PICU and I got to give a lecture to the parents while the head doc sat in the room with his arms crossed."

Billy sat next to her and laid out the plates while she pulled out the food, "Oh, I loved getting to do those. The idiot looks at your superior thinking they'll help out and they just stand there. Best feelings ever."

Billy went to pluck a grape and Hazel raised a finger, "Those are grapes for the ducks, I bought better ones for us." She held up a bowl and he took one, holding back a moan as the sweet taste filled his mouth, "What about you?"

Billy sighed, "We got another job with a senator from out of state, he's here campaigning for cheap energy and may of may not have pissed off some oil people."

Hazel blinked, "Wow, good luck."

Billy chuckled, "I'm guessing you don't like oil companies?"

She shook her head, "Nope, I hate diamond companies too. I wrote my Master's thesis on caring for children who worked in gemstone mines. Needless to say, your clients and I have very different opinions on jewellery."

Billy gave Hazel a soft smile, "You and be both. We all saw what those thing do and what people did to get them. I look at their fancy watches and their wife's nice necklaces and I hate it."

Billy picked up the little sandwich Hazel had placed on her plate and looked it over, "What's this?"

Hazel smiled, "It's nice, egg and chives. There's also ham and tomato, cucumber, tuna fish, and cream and jam."

Billy took it in with one bite, "Wow, this is great."

Hazel chuckled, "Ok good, because I made more than sandwiches." She picked up a glass container and placed to contents into two little bowls, "Strawberry Salad with Balsamic, it's very good. There's also some mini chicken wraps and tiny chocolate cakes for sweets."

Billy's eyes went wide, "Wow, you are impressive. I've never had such a fancy picnic."

Hael laughed, "Life is too short for bland food. One day I'll make you my super spicy curry.

Billy smiled, "If it's anything like the rest of this stuff I'm not going to say no."

****

Billy rested back on his elbows, his stomach full, "I want to feed the ducks but I think I'm too full."

Hazel chuckled, "Come on, it will be fun and I don't want the grapes to go to waste." She stood up and extended her hands, helping Billy up with a grunt. They walked over to the small pond and say down on the bench before Hazel handed Billy a small handful of the green fruit.

Billy smiled, "You and Lizzy should come to Anvil and have a look around. They've all heard so much about you, so if don't bring you and Lizzy down they'll drag you there."

Hazel sighed, "I don't see why not, you've seen where I work so I should see where you work, it's only fair."

Billy nodded, "Very true. It's nice, very fancy. You can see our training facilities, our meeting rooms, hell we even have a shooting range where you can show me those skills that Frank keeps talking about."

"We'll be there, although I don't know if you want to end spend any time at your shooting range, I might show you up." Hazel knew that would get something out of him.

Billy smirked, "Oh yeah, you're telling me you're that good?"

Hazel nodded and tossed a grape to a honking duck, "Yep."

They fed the ducks until all the grapes were gone and they were both yawning, "Let me take you home, you've had a long day. I came on the subway, so you don't need to worry about my gas."

Hazel sighed, "Fine, you'll ask until I say yes anyway."

They walked almost arm in arm to the station and sat leg to leg as the train moved. Billy picked up on the people in the corners as he got closer but they didn't pay Hazel any attention, until she reached her building.

The man standing there gave her a look, "You good Hazelnut?"

She nodded, "This is Billy we're friends, he's ok."

Billy offered the man a slight smile, "I'm just going to drop her at her door, you don't need to worry about me."

The man smiled back, "Hazel's a nice lady, we're all on the same page here." Nothing more was said as Hazel walked through the front doors, up a flight of stairs and into a hallway.

They arrived at her door, and Billy watched as Hazel checked the corner of the door before pointing inside as she opened it, "You wanna come in for a coffee?"

Billy smiled, "Sure."

Hazel looked down at his feet, "Shoes off, please."

Billy kicked off his shoes and took a good look around, "Wow, this place is spotless, and really nice, did you do all of this?"

She nodded and headed over to the coffee machine, "I did, I fixed up a few other apartments too. One guy owns the whole thing and he's a cheap ass. So I told him as long as he paid for everything, I'd work for free. I've only done mine, Marge down the hall and one for a family downstairs but at least it's not sad yellow paint and decades old kitchens."

He smiled, "Wow, that's amazing." Hazel could see him going over his next sentence, "I saw you check the door before you opened it, I'm guessing for something to tell you if it had been opened. I know it's not my place to ask but are you safe? Because you don't act like someone who is."

Hazel paused making the coffee and turned to Billy, "I am, no one's looking for me, I'm not in deep with the mob. I just have this fear that my ex will get out one day and by the time they tell me, it will be too late. So I'm doing my best to be ready."

Billy smiled softly, "I'm not going to suggest you move to an Anvil protected apartment so someone can do that for you but if you ever need someone to spend the night at your door, just give me a call."

Hazel leaned against the counter before shutting off the machines and handing Billy his cup, "The beans are from Madagascar, vanilla with notes of caramel. You wanna feed Barry while you're here?"

Billy spun on his heel and looked right up Barry who was clearly trying to gain attention for food, "Why not, you got any calms?"

Hazel sighed, reached into the fridge and handed Billy a bag, "Only three, if he eats too much he'll get sick." She walked over a pulled off the tank lid and Billy chuckled and Barry went after the clams as Billy dropped them in.

Billy wasn't going to drop it, "I'll even send over a fish lover. We've got one guy who won't shut up about putting a tank in at Anvil, no charge to you but he'll do it for free anyway if you let him feed Barry."

Hazel shook her head, "I want to say yes but if I do that I'll never be able to be on my own. I have to come out of this stronger, not needing a crutch."

Billy chuckled, his tone slightly cynical, "Physician heal thyself. Maybe a good night's sleep will do you some good. I'm not saying you look tired, you always look great but I know how someone is when they're always watching their back. I won't ask you again, just know that the offer is there."

Hazel swallowed, "Thank Billy. You should let your friend put in that fish tank, they're good for your mental health."

Billy chuckled as Barry spat the clamshell out and came looking for more, "I'd have to agree. Can I get a Barry? He's like a dog with fins."

Hazel nodded, "He's a very special Fahaka Puffer. He's one of the first bred in captivity. He needs brackish water which is a mix of salt and fresh and the rest is pretty easy. The plants you see are really important, Barry's natural home is the Nile so they're all Nile plants. I know a guy who can get you everything."

Billy smiled, "That's great, when can I get the fish?"

Hazel sighed, "Not for a little while, you have to set up the tank first and let all the good stuff grow so it's safe for the fish."

"Done and done. I want an office buddy." Billy sounded so excited, "How big will he get?"

Hazel pulled her hands apart, "Eighteen inches. He's got one more tank upgrade in his future. He's less than two years old and he's only got another eight inches to grow so he'll live fifteen years. His final home will be a one hundred gallon tank."

Billy chuckled, "That's huge."

Hazel nodded, "Yeah, next to my house it's the thing I'm saving for. I know he's just a fish but I love him."

Billy shook his head, "He's not just a fish Hazel, he's your friend." Billy sat on the small couch with a sigh, "Thank you for having me over and as much as I would like to stay, my phone keeps buzzing in my pocket."

Hazle smiled softly, "Thank you for coming. Lizzy and I will be at Anvil when you guys have the time, just let us know."

Billy walked over to the skink and washed and dried his empty cup, "Can I help with the other dishes?" He could see that Hazel was thinking it over but before she could say yes, his phone rang, "I'm sorry, that means something needs my attention. I'll make it up to you."

Hazel smiled and headed for the door, "It's alright. I get a time from Lizzy and text you."

Billy stood still at the door and took a deep breath before smiling down at her, "Can I give you a hug?"

Hazel's answer was to give him one first and Billy relaxed into her embrace, "Be safe out there."

Billy chuckled, "I always am. Goodnight Hazel."

She gave him a soft wave as he stepped out of her apartment, "Goodnight Billy."

****

Hazel and Lizzy walked through Anvil's front doors and looked around, it looked as nice as they had described it with with huge windows and sleek design. Hazel all but skipped up to the front desk and waved at the young man working it, "Hello, I'm Hazel and this is Lizbeth, Billy, Curt and Frank are expecting us."

The man nodded, "They are. I'll call them and they'll come down and get you. In the meantime, have a seat or get yourself something to drink."

Lizzy gave Hazel a look, "Thank you sir. We'll be sure to tell your bosses, you are great at your job."

They were down a few minutes later and hugs were exchanged before Billy waved his hand with a smile, "Shall we ladies."

Hazel turned to Lizzy who gave a nod, "We shall. Lead the way."

Billy walked them further into the building and down the hall, stopping before another set of windows that looked out into a gym, "This is our training area where we review new recruits."

Lizzy blinked, "Wow, no wonder you're all so jacked." Curt straightened his back, but it was clear that day he felt a little shy.

Billy walked down the wall to another area that looked almost the same but empty, "This is the staging area, we do lots of stuff here."

He took them to an elevator then hit the button to one floor above. When the doors opened, Billy resumed the tour, "This floor has all our offices but mine and Frank's and all our meeting rooms.

Lizzy tapped Curis on the shoulder, "Where's you office?"

Curt chuckled, "Downstairs by the gym, I like to be around everyone."

Lizzy smiled, "Isn't that sweet."

Hazel exchanged a look with Billy and Frank, then turned to Lizzy, "Ask him out. This flirting without action is getting really weird."

Frank slapped a hand to his mouth to stifle the laugh while Billy grinned. Lizzy smiled and shook her head before turning to Curt, "Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Curt returned her smile, "Yeah, that would be great."

"Now that's over, can we see more. This place is super cool." Hazel sounded over the moon.

Billy smiled, "Sure. I think we should go to the range and see if you live up to Frank's hype."

Hazel tapped her bag, "I'm ready for it. Which brings me to my next question, you must have hidden metal detectors because we're both armed and we weren't stopped at the door, nor did we go through anything. Explanation one is that you're not checking, which I don't believe, and option two is that you are, and we've already been given to ok to enter the building."

Billy shook his head is disbelief, "You're one of only a few people who released we've been using hidden metal detectors. You sure you don't want to come and work for me?"

She shook her head, "I love my job so no but I'm happy to keep blowing your mind."

Billy chuckled, "I'm sure you are but I'll believe it when I see it."

Billy led them back to the elevator and then it took them down to the basement, the doors opening to a huge floor with rows upon rows of gun lockers on both sides and a range at the end. They walked to the booths and Billy grabbed targets and Frank retrieved earplugs and goggles while Hazel and Izzy took their guns from their bags.

Once the targets were set up, every one put in their ear and eye protection and then shooting positions were taken and the guns were raised. No one jumped as the shots went off and in a handful of seconds, the guns were empty.

There was a buzz that indicted the range was cold and the targets slid forward, "Fuck yeah." Hazel chuckled at Lizzy's exclamation.

Billy huffed as he looked over the targets, "Fuck yeah is right, you ladies are deadly."

Lizzy sighed, "It's all Hazel, she's the one who taught me."

Frank smiled, "Atta girl."

Hazel waved a hand, "It's nothing, I've just had a lot of practice."

Curt chuckled, "No need to be humble, there are people out there who have been shooting for years who aren't that good."

Lizzy sighed, "Well, unlike Hazel, I'm happy to take the compliment."

Hazel chuckled, "Have I lived up to the hype?"

Billy nodded, "Oh yeah you have. How about we head out and get some lunch, maybe we can talk about how two nurses could beat my staff in a shootout?"

Hazel smiled, "Ok, but only if you don't try and recruit us."

Billy nodded, "I make no promise. We can go to that little diner on fifth." Just as everyone walked off, Billy's hand wrapped softly around Hazel's wrist, "Can I steal you for a second."

Hazel nodded, "Sure, what's up?"

Billy paused, unsure of how to proceed, "Are you sure you're alright?"

Hazel nodded, "Yep, why wouldn't I be."

Billy's hand was still around her wrist, "Because you're groupings made it pretty clear that you've spent a lot of time training to kill someone when you get the chance. I'm not judging you and I think you're doing the right thing, I'm just worried that something keeping you up and night."

Hazel swallowed, "I'm still healing, being able to protect myself helps a lot."

Billy didn't ask for the hug this time and Hazel found herself ready to collapse in his arms, "Do you want to come over for dinner?"

He was taken aback but caught himself, "Yeah, I'd love that."

****

Billy knew something was wrong the moment Hazel opened the door, she seemed flatter and even more protective of her space than she usually was, "Is everything alright?"

Hazel nodded, "Yeah, fine. Why do you ask?"

Billy noticed how she checked down the hall before she closed the door, "You're jumpy."

Hazel waved her hand dismissively, "Sorry about that. I have a bad day at work." She pointed to the box in his hand, "Did you bring something?"

Billy nodded, "Yep, I know you probably made dessert but I know how much you like those double chocolate brownies from the chocolate shop. I only brought two."

Hazel smiled, "Well that was a good choice because I made super fancy vanilla ice cream and those brownies warm up like a dream."

Billy took a deep breath and inhaled the smell of her cooking, "Whatever's for dinner tonight smells great."

Hazel took the box from Billy and walked the few steps to her kitchen, "A lovely roast pork with crackling, homemade bread, some roasted veggies, a tomato salad, and I made some sand cookies with different kinds of cream for you to take home."

Billy felt his stomach growl, "That sounds really good."

Hazel pointed to the fridge, "You want anything to drink? I've got beer, water, fresh peach juice."

Billy thought for a moment, "Fresh peach juice sounds really good."

Billy walked into the kitchen and looked around, spying two cups already out. He slid placed them on the bench behind her and watched as she opened the fridge and took out a fancy judge filled with juice, "Wow, even your fridge is spotless."

Hazel chuckled, "My fridge is perfect, I've seen enough food poisoning to know that a dirty fridge is where it starts. You want ice?" Billy nodded and he could help but smile and she dropped a handful of frozen peach chunks into his glass, then into hers, "Dinner will be ready soon."

"That's great. Can I do anything to help?" Billy wasn't going to lie, he wanted to make a good impression.

Hazel shook her head, "Nope, everything is done. All I need to do is take the pork out of the oven when it's done."

Billy shook his head, "There must be something I can do. You've spent your only day off cooking."

Hazel sighed, "The only thing that I need to be is to sharpen the knives and I'm not asking you to do that."

Billy grinned, "How many do you need to do?"

"Two. Dinner will be ready soon, you don't need to do anything." Hazel bent down, opened the oven and checked the pork, "It will be done in fifteen minutes, you're my guest, you should be enjoying your drink and relaxing."

Billy shook his head and pointed to the sink, "Is that your wet stone soaking in the sink?" Hazel nodded, "Great, it has to rest for ten minutes before you serve it and I know there's no way you cut the tomatoes that well with dull knives. I'll be done with time to spare."

Hazel sighed, "Alright. Thank you, it's not my favourite task."

"Really, why?" Billy loved it, but then again, he wasn't just sharpening cooking knives.

Hazel shuddered, "I hate the texture, it gives me the willies."

Billy took the block from the sink and brought it over to the counter next to Hazel before Hazel handed him the two knives, "You've already used it today?"

Hazel nodded, "Yeah, I did the rest of them plus the ones we'll use tonight."

Billy shrugged, "That makes my life even easier, the little metal shavings help."

Hazel held up a hand like she could feel it as he moved the knife across the block, "I know. God I don't know how you enjoy that."

Billy chuckled, "It's meditative." Hazel would have responded but she was watching the way his long fingers pushed the blade back and forth, "You wanna tell me what happened today? You're doing a good job at hiding it but you jump every there's a noise on the street." Billy could see Hazel was thinking about lying, "You can tell me, I've seen it all."

Hazel blinked, "I lied. It happened at work but it has nothing to do with it."

Billy could hear the worry creeping into her voice, "That doesn't matter, if you don't get it out of your brain, you won't have room for dinner."

Hazel swallowed, "I got a call from the DA that handled my Ex's case. He's coming up for parole in a week. I have no idea how and they won't tell me. My guess is that he's a rat."

Billy thought he had his rage back under control but what was bubbling under his skin made him feel like he was on fire, he was so angry his teeth hurt. He took a deep breath, knowing that blowing up now would only do harm, "When do you need to leave for the hearing?"

Hazel shook her head, "I don't, I'm an essential service worker. I can do it via video. Work knows, they've given me a conference room so I can appear and say my piece."

Billy rubbed his face, "Nothing has happened yet. We'll all be there for you, with how much money Anvil has donated, they won't say no."

Hazel gave him a soft smile, "Thank you. It's two thirty on Thursday."

Billy placed his hand on her shoulder, "Done. How are you feeling?"

Hazel huffed, "Other than all the normal things? I could eat a horse and I never have an appetite when I'm worried."

Billy let out of sympathetic laugh, "That's really normal. The part of your brain that's telling you to do all those things you do to keep yourself safe knows you have to eat. I won't be much longer with these but if you want to talk about it more until dinner's done we can."

Hazel shook her head, "No, I'm alright. I've planned a nice night. I want to keep it that way."

Hazel walked away to check the pork, smiling as she pulled it from the oven and Billy felt his mouth water at the sight of it, "Shit that looks good."

Hazel slid the tray onto a wooden board and wrapped the meat to keep it warm, "Not only now, you think you'll be done with the knives soon?"

Billy nodded, "Yep."

"Good, I'll set the table." Hazel popped the bread into the hot oven to get warm first before setting the table then taking the sides over. By the time Billy had washed the knives and placed them in the block, Hazel had taken the meat over and had topped up their drinks, "You ready?"

Billy nodded and walked over to the small table and pulled out her chair and Hazel sat down with a smile, "You are so charming."

Billy chuckled, "You cooked for me, it's the least I could do."

Hazel waved her hand, "Please, serve yourself." Billy piled his plate high before pointing to the uncarved pork with his fork, "Go for it, you can tell me if you think I should leave the sharping to you from now on."

The knife cut through the meat like butter and Billy smiled, "I'm very impressed. The knife is sharp and the meat is amazing."

Hazel watched as Billy took a bite, his filling with enjoyment as he tried the various dishes, "How can tomatoes and salt taste so good?"

Hazel's eyes crinkled with a smile, "I use tomatoes from the farmer's market and there's a bit of garlic."

"When does Barry get his dinner." Billy didn't miss how the fish was following him around the room all night.

Hazel shook her head fondly, "He doesn't, he got something from the market this morning."

Billy made a face, "I feel bad eating all this nice food in front of him."

Hazel chuckled, "Don't fall for his silly little fish face, he will extort you."

Billy held back a moan as the crackling shattered under his teeth, "You got a dream kitchen?"

Hazel nodded, "Yep, I have a," she paused, vision book didn't sound right, "I have a book with everything I want it in, from floorboard stain to the kitchen all laid out. I know what I need to pay for everything, I have planned it down to the last screw. I just need the house."

"So you're alright with a fixer upper?" Billy had a feeling he knew the answer.

"That's what I'm looking for, I want something I can put love into." He could see the determination on her face.

"That sounds like a nice dream and I guess you can practice on this place until then." Billy was happy to admit that it felt more like a home than his loft back at Anvil.

Hazel smiled, "It has made every late night and early morning worth it."

Billy's plate was empty before he knew it and then dessert was being served up the moment the brownies were warm. At the first bite of the ice cream, Billy's eyes rolled into the back of his head, "Holy shit, I've never had vanilla ice cream this good."

Hazel chuckled, "It's all in the vanilla. Thank you for the brownies, they really made the night."

Billy smiled, "It was my pleasure."

All too soon, the night was over, Billy helped Hazel wash the dishes but only after her protests and then he was standing at the door with part of him hoping she was going to ask him to stay. Alas, she didn't, "Thank you so much for coming, I'm sorry there were no leftovers."

Billy shook his head, "I don't think I could control myself if there was. You gotta let me cook for you next time."

Hazel smiled, "I didn't know you could cook."

Billy nodded, "Yeah, and I'm pretty good at it. How does this same time next week sound?"

Hazel's smile grew, "I'd love that."

Billy mirrored her smile, "Good, I have a loft at Anvil so you won't have any trouble finding the place."

"Ok, I'll be there," Hazel opened her arms and Billy wrapped his around her, "Goodnight Billy."

Billy felt his chest fill with warmth, "Goodnight Hazel."

Part 11

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aitavoting · 11 months

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AITA For not sharing cake

I (29f) carpool with Paige and my cousins Randy and Karen for 2 years. I know Paige through my aunt.

Paige has never had an issue with me. I'm at my pick up spot on time and I pay her every Friday. I let her know ahead of time whenI was heading to work early so she wouldn't come for me. My cousins tend to take their time and don't pay her on time. They have gotten into fights with her at work. She has dropped them but then gives them a ride again when she feels bad.

For a month now I've been wanting to bring a cake for my co-workers and I did Friday. I let Paige know that I was heading early that day for training. When she came in she noticed the cake she said "Oh, are you guys having a party?" I said yes and didn't think anything of it.

The building is seperated into two sections East and West. Karen and I work in West while Paige and Randy work in East. The parties tend to be seperate too. We'll offer food if you head over to our side though.

That day I was busy. Our boss wasn't there that day so I had to do his job and my own. So I was walking all day and it's all physical. My lunch is at 7pm for 30 minutes. I cut the cake for everyone in my section and take a slice to a worker who has been stressed out this week and she seemed interested in the cake. I didn't give any to Randy or Paige. Karen told me to give Paige some in case she ends up holding a grudge. I thought if she wanted some she would come get some.

There was leftover and I decided to take some home. One of my aunts and cousins have wanted to try the cakes from the same bakery so I thought I would give them the rest so they wouldn't spend money on it.

When Paige dropped me off she let me know she wouldn't be able to pick me up anymore since she was moving a bit away. She tends to share news at the last second and I didn't think about it. I thanked her and went inside.

This morning my aunt calls and tells my mom why Paige isn't picking me up. She's mad I didn't offer her cake. She told my aunt I was greedy because of it. I'm mad because she couldn't just tell me the truth. But a part of me isn't surprised. Paige tends to get in conflict with people at work at least once.

My mom and aunt think I should have given her a slice cause we know how she is. My sister thinks we need to stop coddling her. I think she's overreacting. It's not like it was her birthday or her goodbye party.

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springgirlwaiting4fall · 2 years

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Hook Confessing his Feelings to an Older Thick Woman (You)

I’m not really feeling this and I didn’t edit or proofread this. And I wrote this in about 20 mins as a writing exercise, but figured what the hell and would post it anyway

Your POV

You took a deep breath before blowing out the birthday candles on the cake that the other members of AEW HR members chipped in on. This wasn’t the first birthday you were away from home; you had been traveling with AEW for 3 years, now but that didn’t stop you from feeling home sick. Everyone who happened to be in catering at the time of this impromptu birthday party cheered and clapped.

Stephanie your work wifey/bestie took over cutting and disturbing the cake, while coworkers wished you happy birthday. Taz walked over (he was never one to turn down a piece of cake) and asked how old you were turning. He was with Hobbs, Ricky, and his son Hook; despite their on screen actions these were some of the sweetest guys you have ever meet. Except Hook he was quiet. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but he would never look at you. It was like he was purposefully avoiding you. So you started avoiding looking at him, you focused on Taz when you told him you were turning 30.

All the reasons of why Hook went out of his way to not look at you starting running through your head, when you sat down next to Stephanie to eat your cake. At first you thought it was because of your job, no body really wanted to deal with Human Resources; but than you saw him talking to other members of your team. Than you through it was because you never introduced yourself to him. And when you finally worked up the courage to say hi to him in a hallway one week, he barley gave you a head nod before walking away. You felt your stomach knot up at the reason you figured he wanted to do with you. Your weight. You were healthy and happy, but with thick thighs, huge boobs, and a soft belly. And it didn’t help that you were short that really made you look bigger. Whatever he’s a jerk you reminded yourself before digging into your triple chocolate piece of cake.

Hook POV

He really was trying not to stare at you, he knew Rick and Hobbs would notice again, and exchange knowing smirks at each other. He really couldn’t help himself when you were licking the chocolate frosting off your fork, he felt himself grow hard when he saw your pink tongue slip out. He imagined that you were on your knees in your office, he was pushed up against the door, so no one could get in, cock out, and your tongue was giving his head little licks.

“You know I think Im might ask the birthday girl out for a private celebration tonight,” Ricky was looking at Hobbs, but was really taking to him. He rolled his eyes annoyed. The first time he saw you he wanted to ask you out, you had to stop by the nightmare wrestling school, something about QT needing to sign a document before appearing on Dynamite that night. He got dropped on his ass by the new kid in front of everyone, but he didn’t give a fuck.

“She has a boyfriend,” that was the only thing stopping him for going over to you right now and asking you out. He overheard you later that day at Dynamite telling a friend that you had plans with your boyfriend that weekend. It drove him insane not being able to claim you, that’s why he had to completely shut down when he was around you.

Your POV

Okay, you definitely over celebrated your birthday a little too much back in catering. You were so behind on paper work that even after the Rampage filming you were still working. Eventually you had to pack up and start your way to the hotel, when the ring crew was done loading everything onto their trucks.

The hotel was only a 5 minute walk from the arena and it was so beautiful walking to work this morning, however you were definitely regretting this choice now. It was dark and a ghost town, you wanted to be completely aware of you surroundings and opted not to put your headphones in. You were only halfway down the street when you felt like you were being followed.

Taking a deep breath you turned around, Hook was walking behind you about half a block away. You debated in your head before stoping and letting him catch up to you. Even if you had to endure 5 minutes of awkward silence, it was better than feeling unsafe.

When you both walked into the hotel and into the elevator together, you heard Hook sighing. His breathing was rough and unhinged. You could tell he didn’t like you, but this reaction to you was absolutely ridiculous. “What is your problem with me?”

Hook POV

His temper was raising every minute that you stayed later to work. He always waited for you when you traveled with AEW, you just didn’t know it. Hook couldn’t help himself he just wanted to make sure you got into your hotel room safe. But tonight was ridiculous on your birthday you were working past midnight.

By the time you both got into the elevator, he was fuming. Where was this boyfriend you had, he should have been here celebrating your birthday and protecting you like the goddess you were. He snapped out of his mood when he heard you ask.

Hook pressed the emergency stop button. “My problem is that you are with some loser that doesn’t even care if you get home safe or that it’s even your birthday?”

He watched as your beautiful face looked confused. “What are you talking about. One I’m not with anyone and if I did have a man he wouldn’t be some loser. Two I am perfectly capable of making sure I get home safe on my own.”

Hook didn’t hear anything after you saying you were single, “so you don’t have a boyfriend?”

“Not that’s it’s any of your business, but no. Who said I had a boyfriend?” Hook was pissed again, all this time he could have been with her.

“You told that girl months ago you had plans with your boyfriend,” he stepped closer to you invading your personal space.

Your POV

Your mind raced and than the consecration with Stephanie popped into your mind. “I was talking about my puppy. That doesn’t answer my question though. You don’t hate me?”

Hook laughed out loud. “Hate you? I’m obsessed with you.” He was so close you could smell his cologne on him, it was making you dizzy.

“You don’t even look at me?” You hated how your voice sounded weak. Hook stepped closer to you, and you backed up until you were pressed against the wall.

“I don’t look at you, because if I did I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.” He grabbed the back of your thighs and easily lifted you up.

You felt self conscious and confused. “Hook I’m 7 years older than you and look at me compared to you.”

He slowly placed you back down and took a step away from you. “Look at me.” He grabbed his clearly hard dick. “Do you think I care about how old you are? And you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen?” Hook took a deep breath, “But I’m going about this all wrong. I want to treat you right. So this is what I’m going to do.” He pressed the emergency button again, making the elevator start again. “I’m going to walk you back to your hotel room and tomorrow I’m taking you to a birthday breakfast. Is that okay?”

Now it was your turn to take a deep breath. You went from thinking Hook hated you to finding out he had an intense crush on you. You wanted to be self conscious of you body and age, but the way he was looking at you put that out of your mind. “That would be really nice.”

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Love's Unexpected Ride: A Cowboys Tale of Love.

PART ONE COMPLETED.

Reader is planning a surprise for Curly Bill's birthday. Breckenridge accidentally ruins it and Curly sees what you're planning for him!

In the morning, Curly Bill and the others embark on a legitimate cattle drive with the Lazy Q. Read how Curly Bill endures life without his love and discover what cowboys do on a drive.

*How does reader react?

*How does Curly Bill feel when he finds out you were planning a surprise?

*What does Curly Bill say or do now that he knows how much he means to reader?

*How does the cowboy comfort reader?

Well, it seems that you and Curly Bill like each other. Curly has liked you since he first saw you and after a few weeks of making a fool of himself over you, you finally gave the old cowboy a chance to impress you.

Although he enjoyed chasing you and vying for your attention constantly, he's happy that you chose him over all the other eligible men in town.

So, you decide to surprise him for his birthday with a special gift; dinner you made yourself complete with a chocolate birthday cake you baked for him. You don't want your surprise ruined and you ask Billy Breckenridge to bring Curly Bill to your home at 6 sharp!

Unfortunately, Billy gets the time wrong and shows up with Curly a few minutes after 5...

"Why are we going to YN's house right now,"Curly Bill inquires.

"I'm just picking something up from her. Some..." He fumbles over his words, trying not to sound obvious. "Some medicine for Fred White. Yeah, that's it."

Curly looks at Breckenridge. "And she wanted me to come along? Well ain't that real nice."

Billy knocks on your door and you glance at the wall clock and wipe your hands on your apron. You open the door and your mouth drops when you see Curly Bill. He takes his hat off and smiles as he thinks you look wonderful with your hair up, traces of flour on your cheeks and hands, sweat beads forming on your bosom and in bare feet.

"What are you doing here, Billy?" You ask, out of breath.

"It's time, isn't it?" Billy inquires, looking a little nervous.

You shake your head and look at the ground. You bite your trembling lips and glance up Curly, who's intrigued by the scene before him and his mind begins ticking. He'll wonder what you're up to and why Billy was asking about the time.

"No, Billy! I said to please bring Curly Bill at 6 not 5."

At this point, Curly Bill begins to understand. You were planning a surprise and it was clearly interrupted. Curly's head is spinning. He won't believe you went through all this trouble just for him. He'll feel overwhelmed by your kindness and be amazed that you wanted so much to surprise him. Nobody has ever shown Curly much kindness and his heart is a little hardened from the war and from his chaotic lifestyle of living on the dodge all the time. Not to mention the violence in which he was exposed to. All these events shaped Curly into a tough man with little hope for happiness and no hope at finding love. But here he sees you standing there, your eyes bright with tears and Curly understands that your disappointment is the result of deep feelings. All he'll want to do is hold you.

"Oh..." Billy removes his hat and he and Curly can see the hurt and disappointment in your eyes. You brush the hair away from your face with your fingers that seem covered in white flour. Your eyes begin to well up with tears and Curly is unsure what to say.

Or do.

He wants to hold you, but feels awkward.

He wants to ask what you were doing and hopes it's for him.

Curly Bill will look around at everything you've been preparing and although you're clearly disappointed, he'll feel an overwhelming sense of happiness at your sweetness.

The fact that you're so upset is as adorable as it is endearing.

"I'm sorry, YN. I really thought you said 5."

You shake your head and bite your lips to keep the tears from streaming down your face.

Curly Bill moves closer to you, his hat in his hands.

"No, Billy! I told you like 11 times! 6pm!" You look up at the cowboy standing there. Curly's eyes narrow in on you and he cannot help but feel a mix of happiness and a little sad that you're feeling down.

"I'm real sorry, YN." Billy says again, scratching his head.

"But..."You begin shaking, your voice cracking. "It was supposed to be a surprise!" Your eyes meet Curly's. "It was supposed to be a surprise!" You stand there, looking like a little girl... Vulnerable and endearing; two qualities he absolutely loves about you.

"You did this for me?" Curly Bill asks, his eyes full of wonder. He looks down and then back at you and smiles. He shakes his head and moves closer to you. "You know I think this is mighty sweet, right, YN?" Curly touches your face with his large hand. He caresses your skin and desires to kiss you and hold you because he thinks you're so damn sweet and pretty.

"But..." You continue biting your trembling lips. "I worked so hard on this and you were supposed to be surprised...And everything was supposed to be perfect..." You burst into tears and Curly Bill quickly holds you, unable to resist. You put your head in his chest in such a child-like manner, Curly's soft side emerges and he warmly shushes you, an amazing feeling of love washing over him.

"Hey," Curly begins, kissing your head. "I'll be the most surprised man you ever saw!" He chuckles and his heart lifts when you smile.

"Ok. Can you come back in like an hour?" You ask, sniffling.

Curly nods and takes a bow. "I'll be here, YN." Curly puts his hat back on, winks at you. "You're the sweetest damn lady, you know that?"

You smile and his heart lifts. Curly Bill and Breckenridge return to town and enter the Golden Nugget saloon, where Ringo and a few other cowboys are drinking up their winnings.

"What happened?" Stillwell asks, not looking up from his whiskey flask.

"I took Curly there too early."

Ringo looks over at Curly. "That's too bad. I remember her talking about how important this was." Ringo folds his arms across his chest and glances at Curly.

"She's so mighty sweet!" Ike Clanton announces, putting his shot glass on the bar, motioning for a refill. "I wish she was my girl!"

"She ain't my girl," Curly answers in a low voice. "I only hope she will be one day."

"She got real upset over the wrong time," Billy declares, looking down. "I feel bad about that."

"Aw, hell! Don't worry, deputy!" Curly responds boldly. "She was looking so damn sweet and pretty. I can't believe she wanted to do all that for this old dumb cowboy."

"She even started crying," Breckenridge whispers, his arms folded across his chest. He adjusts his glasses and leans against the bar.

"Crying?" Ringo inquires. "She was that upset?" He looks intently at Curly Bill and hopes that Curly appreciates what a treasure you are.

"Yeah. Since the surprise was ruined." Billy nods.

"Damn, she's so sweet," Stillwell responds, finally taking his attention off his whiskey. "I wish I had a girl like that."

"She ain't my girl," Curly says again. "But maybe she will be soon, I reckon. I hope."

"The way she looked at you, Curly?" Breckenridge asks.

Curly Bill recalls how you bit your lips to hold back your tears and how he saw a half frosted chocolate cake and the aroma of his favorite dishes flooding your house. All surprises you planned just for him. Curly rehearses in his mind about how surprised he's going to be when he returns. At heart, the old cowboy knows how important it was to you that he was surprised so he wants to give that to you.

After a few more shots, Curly tips his hat to his fellow Cowboys and rides out to your small cottage.

Curly knocks on your door

You open it.

Your hair flows freely about your shoulders. Red tint adorns your luscious lips, a dress that's just a bit too big adorns your body, falling off your shoulder. A beaded headband sits on your head. Still in bare feet, you welcome Curly Bill into your home.

Curly smiles and flashes his teeth and flicks his tongue.

"Wow! What a surprise!" Curly Bill bellows, looking around. "Someone real pretty and real sweet sure went through some trouble for this old cowboy!"

"I told you I would be the most surprised man and well, I am, YN!" He moves to hold you and you playfully move away. Curly smiles and follows your lead. You blush and that causes Curly to smile and want to kiss and hold you. He looks around and still can't believe the effort you put into making his birthday special. Curly eyes the small but delicate chocolate cake that's covered in frosting. He looks at you and smiles. "Nobody ever did nothin' like this for me, you know, YN." Curly takes your hands and looks intently into your eyes and without thinking, he kisses you, cupping your face with his big, clumsy hands. His mustache tickles you and you chuckle so softly. Curly would like to take you right there, but he controls himself. There's nothing more important to him than you. And not just because you put so much passion into surprising him, you truly and genuinely care for the old rustler. He doesn't know what you see in him and he believes he got too to see what a great fellow he is and knew sooner or later, his charm would work some magic into you. In his sober moments, he literally doesn't understand why a delicate, smart and lovely woman like yourself would want to spend time with him. He can't help but feel grateful for every moment with you. Now that he feels certain he can have you and you certainly didn't make the chase easy for him, all he cares about is keeping you!

You pour two glasses of wine and slowly enjoy a few sips while watching your cowboy. You try your best to maintain some confidence as confidence is one of the most attractive qualities in a woman for men like Curly. You eyes lock ad Curly moves close enough so he can hold you. He touches your bare shoulder and he becomes intoxicated by your feminine grace and beauty.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispers, caressing your arm.

You bite your lip and glance up at him with your wide, liquid, dark eyes. You smile sweetly, your eyes still locked with his.

"Just for you," you answer, your voice low. You gulp your wine and pour yourself another glass. Curly chuckles while he watches you enjoying your beverage. He sips his wine too, the taste mild compared to the rot gut whiskey he was used to. However, he enjoyed the creamy texture of the white wine, allowing it to flow delightfully down his throat. Curly never knew anyone who drank wine so he did not know much about it except there seemed to be red and white. He thought they were all the same and really never participated in wine drinking as it usually was not served at the saloons he attended. The Oriental was the only saloon that featured a wine list and some of the restaurants served red or white wine. He enjoyed the creamy drink.

You bring a tray of gourmet cheeses and flatbreads and Curly's eyes widen with wonder when he becomes aware of the effort you put into making his birthday special.

Without speaking, you begin munching the charcuterie and he follows your lead, not taking his eyes off of you.

"I feel bad about the surprise being ruined," you finally say, putting some cheese on a small slice of toast.

"It weren't ruined! I'm real surprised, YN! I never thought anyone would ever want to do anything nice for me!" Curly takes a nibble of the cheese and bread and smiles at you. Everything you prepared so far bursts with flavors in his mouth, unfamiliar, yet welcoming tastes. He sips his wine and for a moment, relishes in a refined setting. Your knowledge of fine art, wine, global flavors, writing and science intrigue old Curly; he wanted to get a taste of the respectable life and he feels he can experience that with you. However, your smile and your warm embrace and your obvious love cause the cowboy to burst with rosy love for you. And when he saw how upset you became when the surprise revealed itself before the appropriate time, he knew that your feelings went beyond just a casual relationship. When you saw that Curly Bill knew what you were planning and it drove you to tears and he will never forget that. He can never forget the look on your eyes; how the disappointment washed over you and drove you to begin sobbing in an almost child-like manner. He still can't wrap his mind around your determination to make his birthday memorable and wonderful.

People didn't shower Curly Bill with kindness or sensitivity; most either ignored him or gave him looks bordering on disgust. Sure, Curly Bill could command attention and respect of other gunfighters, he would never be accepted in society as a stand up man. You being a part of his life may change the opinions of the people in town. If a beautiful woman with a tender and sweet disposition can tolerate and even enjoy the company of Curly Bill Brocious, he just may earn some of the respect he always craves.

And now, Curly Bill looks around and then back at you. He chuckles softly. He touches your face and caresses your cheek and brushes the hair away from your face. He can't believe how beautiful you look and he recalls your attire earlier; dressed in raggy clothes, flour on your face and hands. Now, your red lips part into a soft smile. Curly leans towards you, cups your face and looks intently into your eyes.

"Thank you, YN." He looks around and then turns his attention to you again. He kisses your lips and you can feel your warm nectar begin to bloom and flow between your legs. You wrap your arms around your cowboy and hold him tight. You can feel his manliness throbbing and you grin effortlessly.

Curly kisses your forehead and you pull away, bringing him to the table that is adorned with delicious dishes.

You prepared a roast beef with a special gravy you made from brandy. You also have red potatoes with fresh dill, a salad of tomatoes and basil and freshly baked sourdough bread. You prepare a plate for your cowboy and his eyes grow wide with delight. You help yourself and he takes his first bite. He can't believe the flavors that dance and burst in his mouth. The tender beef mixed with savory gravy tastes wonderful and he's never had a beef gravy with brandy. He sops his buttered bread into the gravy and stuffs into his mouth, almost forgetting you're there. Curly eats with other dudes just like him so he never had a need for table manners. When he sees you eating slowly, savoring each bite, it reminds him to slow down. He enjoys the salad you prepared and loves the potatoes with fresh dill sprinkled over the top.

"This is real good!" Curly finally says, his mouth is full.

You smile and laugh at him because his lack of civilizing is adorable.

"I never tasted food like this before! Where you learn to cook like this, YN?"

"My mom taught me a lot." You answer, sipping your wine. You get up to open another bottle

Curly scratches his head and watches you.

"Well, she sure taught you well! Even in restaurants I ain't never tasted anything like this." He takes another big bite and sops the remaining with a piece of bread. He takes his last bite, licks his thumb and lets out a sigh.

"Why ain't you married, YN?" Curly Bill asks.

You look away for a moment and he immediately regrets the question.

"I'm sorry," he stumbles. "I didn't mean it like that..."

"No. Don't say that. " You shrug and lick gravy off your thumb. "I guess I haven't really met a man who impresses me."

"There ain't no doubt they all tried," Curly answers, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

You smile and look intently into his eyes. Your eye contact intoxicates him. You sip some wine slowly and carefully replace your glass.

"Why do you like me?" Curly asks, his eyes still locked with yours. "You sure are pretty."

"Thank you, Curly Bill."

"Why do you like me?" He asks again. "A lady like you can have..." He looks at the window as if waiting for something to come through it. He returns his glance. "A lady like you can have any man she wants." He shakes his head, still holding your hands. And it wasn't just that you like the old rustler, you went through so much effort just to make him happy, you're always gentle, loving and kind. Sometimes Curly Bill fears you'll get to know him and become disgusted with him and decide to move on, wondering why you wasted your time with him. He wants so much to show you his loving and his softer side.

Curly takes another sip of wine and then winks at you.

"Tell me, YN." He leans in towards you, grinning sheepishly. "Why do you like me?" He asks in a voice barely above a whisper.

You smile brightly and look deeply into his dark eyes. His eyes dance in the light with his smile that always seems to adorn his face. Curly hides the guilt, fear and shame that overflows in his heart by laughing everything off. However, he really wants to know what about him fascinates you and why you have not responded to the entreats of courtship from other very eligible and handsome bachelors in town.

"Well," you begin. "I liked you right away because of the way you..." You look down for a moment and then glance back at Curly Bill.

"Looked! I liked the way you look," you finally manage to say. You begin giggling at your own shyness.

Curly Bill begins smiling a boyish smile, his eyes full of wonder.

"And," you clear your throat. "I liked how you are able to talk to everyone and everyone seems to like you. Or at least they don't seem to have any problems with you "

Curly laughs. "Except them Earps! They got plenty to say about me and my boys!"

You tuck your hair behind your smile shyly.

"Yeah, except for them," you respond, chuckling.

"I also enjoy your sense of humor. You don't take life too seriously and well, I like that!"

Curly Bill hopes you'll continue flattering him. Curly is a man who would never get tired of hearing you compliment him.

"And then you protected Billy. Billy Breckenridge. I noticed your friends sort of..."

"What?" Curly asks.

"They were picking on him." You close your eyes for a second. Your friendship with the young deputy means a lot to you and Curly knows that.

"My boys get out of line, you let old Curly know," he promises.

"Well, you protected Billy!" You announce happily.

Curly Bill nods and starts rubbing your soft hands.

"Well," you continue. "I remember thinking that it was so nice of you."

"Billy's a good man. He don't have too much pull around here and I don't think them Earps like him too much. Thinking he ain't willing to take sides."

"I also thought if you could do that for Billy, I mean if you protected him like that, well, I thought what could you do for me..." You close your eyes and let out a sigh as if you're relieved you finally had a chance to tell the old cowboy that. You rub his clumsy and calloused hands.

Curly Bill's lips slowly turn into a grin and then he begins laughing quietly. He looks intently into your eyes.

"I would never let anyone lay a finger on you!" Curly growls. "And everyone around here knows that!" He reassures you.

You kiss his hands, taking his large thumb and rubbing your lips with it. Curly lifts your chin and then kisses you before getting up from the small table. He pulls you close to him and you lay your head on his strong chest. He chuckles and sways in a relaxed manner with you.

"I still can't believe what you did for me, YN. You sure are sweet. Real sweet and real pretty."

"I couldn't wait to surprise you!" Your eyes move to meet his and he giggles almost uncontrollably. He strokes your hair.

"Well, I was surprised! When I walked in here with Billy, I I didn't know what you was up to!"

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and continue your rhythmic dance.

"What did you think?" You inquire.

Curly Bill shrugs. "I guess I thought you were gettin' something ready for Fred maybe. Then you told me I was supposed to be surprised and I knew then and I really couldn't believe it."

"Why?" You ask, still spinning slowly with your cowboy.

"Nobody really takes care of us cowboys. Ain't nobody cares iffin' it's my birthday or not. For me and my boys it's the same as any other day!" Curly clears his throat and smiles. "Hell! Them boys don't go gettin' all rosy with feelings. None of us really care about special days. Ain't no reason to get in our best bib and tucker!"

Curly Bill stops and holds you tight, almost falling into you the way a child falls into its mother.

"What it is, Curly Bill?" You ponder.

He continues to sway with you, kissing your neck. He growls and blows in your ear, causing you to pull away. He brings you back and presses his lips against your neck. "Does that tickle," he grunts, chuckling.

You return his invitation to flirt and plant your soft mouth by his ear, whispering his name. He closes his eyes and throws his head back, gazing at the ceiling.

"YN, I think you put a spell on this old cowboy," he sighs. "I can't stop thinking about you." He stops moving again and gazes down at you in absolute disbelief that he's with you. He imagines you sleeping next to him in his tent or dozing off while looking up at the stars. He feels overwhelmingly blessed and undeserving of your love.

"Sometimes, you're all I think about." He lets out a sigh. "I meant to tell you earlier, my boys and I are leaving soon. Drivin' them cows to Texas." He gently brushes your hair with his hand.

"I'm dreadin' this drive and I can't stand the thought of being away from you for that long!"

"How long will you be gone?" You ask, locking your fingers with his.

"About three months. Maybe a little longer," he blows the air out of his lungs. "I'm gonna be one lonely cowboy," he rests his head on your shoulder for a moment. "Do you think you could give me a picture of you?" He shrugs. "Then I can remember why the hell I'm working so hard," he laughs. "Just a chance to see your face everyday. Lots of them boys bring along pictures of ladies. They ain't no where near as pretty as you!"

"Oh, Curly Bill! That's so sweet! And yes, I have a picture..." You unlock your embrace and move towards your bedroom. You return a few moments later with a beautiful photograph of you wearing lingerie. Your half naked body wrapped around a chair, your eyes gazing at the camera, your lips full and luscious.

Curly Bill looks at the photograph and lets out a sigh while raising his eyebrows. He giggles like a little boy and kisses the picture.

He looks at you and smiles and then looks back at the picture. "Damn, you're beautiful, YN! How am I gonna get any work done?" Curly can't stop grinning. He continues to move his eyes over the photograph of you.

You chuckle and kiss him on the cheek. "I guess you like it," you kiss his ear.

"How'd you figure that?" He answers, his glance fixed on the picture. He imagines sitting around the campfire at the end of the day during his drive. All the boys will be going on about how they've got real pretty ladies waiting at home for their cowboys to return. They'll brag about how beautiful their girls are. Curly Bill will show them your picture and be the envy of every cowboy. He laughs to himself.

He kisses the picture and puts it in his pocket.

"Thank you. You're just full of surprises, ain't you?" He caresses your forehead. He then leans in and kisses you, his strong lips locking with yours. He closes his eyes and continues kissing your lips, slipping his curious tongue into your mouth. Your knees begin shaking and your body starts trembling. Curly laughs softly.

"You're trembling?" He asks, feeling unbelievably flattered. He pulls you close and holds you.

"Yeah," you whisper. "Sorry."

Curly shakes his head. "Don't be. I think it's real sweet. Real sweet and it sure is cute."

"You're cute!" You tell him.

Curly guffaws. "Hell, I'm ugly as they come. You're just too special to see how ugly I am!" He continues laughing and you can't help but join with his contagious laughter. "Maybe one day, you'll say, 'Curly Bill, you sure are ugly!'"

You shake your head. "Never!"

You pull away for a second. "When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow. Just had to take the offer!" Curly shrugs. "I'm a cowboy and I drive cows. So, I gotta go where them cows is needed. And this drive I ain't rustlin'! You proud of this old cowboy? I went and signed up for a real drive instead of well, stealing them cows. Just wantin' to show you how much you matter to me," Curly confesses.

"I am so proud of you, Curly!" You tell him.

"Those are mighty sweet words, YN. It's worth every bad thing just to know that! You sure mean a lot to me!"

Curly Bill never had a cheerleader in his life and certainly never had a beautiful woman shower him with affection and compliments. He can't imagine ever growing weary of it.

"It's time for birthday cake, cowboy," you say, pulling away from Curly, who pulls you back. You cut a big piece of chocolate cake for him and a smaller one for yourself. You take some frosting from your piece and lick it off your finger slowly. Curly sighs and shakes his head, wondering how the hell he got so lucky.

"More surprises, YN?" Curly winks, devouring the cake that's smothered in rich, chocolate frosting. "I may just have to kidnap you," he teases. You chuckle softly.

"No need, cowboy."

"Well, maybe just for fun," he laughs, taking his last bite of his birthday cake. He then taps your nose with his finger.

"Will you tuck me in, Curly Bill?" You implore.

"Well that would be mighty fine, YN."

You smile sweetly and guide your cowboy to the bedroom. Curly Bill helps you get undressed and assists you while you slip into your nightgown. He pulls the covers out and helps you into your slumber place. He brings the covers up around you, sitting on the edge.

"Thank you, cowboy," you say, your voice beginning to crack. You wipe your tears.

"Hey, what's this about?" Curly Bill implores, wiping your eyes.

"I'm going to miss you so much, Curly Bill! I don't want you to go!" You begin sobbing. It rips Curly's heart. He desperately wants to stay, but he's a cowboy and it's the only job he's any good at.

Curly holds you tight while tears stream down your face.

He lifts your chin. "I'm coming back!"

"You promise?" You beg.

Curly smiles. "How could I not come back? There ain't no one like you, YN."

You lay your head on your pillow, your eyes tired from planning your surprise and crying over Curly Bill leaving. You can barely keep them open. Curly Bill caresses your head as gently as his clumsy hands allow and he waits for you to fall asleep. Once he's satisfied you're probably dreaming, he leaves and returns to town for one last night out before they leave for the drive in the morning. He cannot recall a time when he felt lonelier. He leaves the saloon while some of the other cowboys stay.

"Don't forget you boys gotta get up early tomorrow for our drive! You know what happens I see one of you boys sleeping off your damn barrel fever while you're in the saddle, you'll be walking back!" Curly heads back to camp, tempted to abandon the entire drive and head back to you. He shakes his head as if trying to get your face out of his mind, but he can't. He takes your picture, kisses it and falls asleep, dreaming about your face.

PART TWO:

Curly Bill Leaves for the Cattle Drive.

Curly woke up to the sound of Pony clanging the chuck wagon bell.

"Chuck's on!" Pony cries, banging the pot with a spoon. "Come get your grub or I'll get rid of it! Get up, you cow nurses!" Pony continues shouting.

"Everybody up, damn mules!" Curly grunts, putting his boots on and buttoning up his shirt. The warm Arizona sun begins peeking out from behind the mountains that laze behind the desert.

Curly Bill stumbles to the chuck wagon and washes his hands and face, his sleeves rolled up.

He takes his plate and holds it in front of Pony.

"Ain't you got no biscuits?" Ike whines, washing his face.

"Right there in this here bucket," Pony answers.

Pony serves everyone their breakfast of bacon, beans, biscuits, dried fruit and coffee. Cowboys never over indulge on a drive; to move about on horseback on a full stomach is enough to give the toughest of men the back door trots or worse!

The boys gather their grub and finish it off, gulping coffee in between bites.

Ringo decided to come along on the drive. He wanted to be close with his companions and jumped at the chance to do some honest work. Ringo eats slowly, almost methodically, savoring the food he knows he won't get to enjoy until evening. Cowboys were drawn to certain sounds like sailors are drawn to sirens:

The sound of a woman's voice

The jungle of their spurs

The chuck wagon

Ringo finishes and like the other Cowboys, he tucks in his bedroll and gathers other items for his saddle bag, such as whiskey, beef jerky, cigarettes and a picture of their girl.

Curly Bill holds his hand up. "Are you boys ready?" He growls loudly.

"Hee Haw!!"

"Yahoo!" The cowboys sing in unison. This is what men like Curly Bill and Ringo are good at; they can ride, rope and shoot better than most and that made both of them valuable assets to any drive.

Curly Bill was the oldest on this drive and that fact irritated him a bit, even bruising his sizable ego. The last thing he wanted was some up and coming young buck to challenge him.

All the cowboys are mounted up; they slap the backs of the cows and get the herd moving. The men hoot and holler while driving the big animals.

"Don't forget why we're doing this, boys!" One of the greenhorns declares.

Dust kicks up and surrounds the cowboys in a blanket of dirt and dust that almost eats them alive. Over three thousand cows begin marching through the desert, the cowboys riding alongside and behind them, Curly Bill and Ringo in front operating as the trail bosses.

The boys cover their noses and mouths with their scarves to endure the dust and dirt that flies around like a plague of insects. Their ass bones ached towards the end of the day and everything itched or hurt from their ears to their toes.

They stopped to camp in a clearing that offered grass and a small water source for the cows. The men didn't bother bathing this time around as the fatigue of that first day settled in. Pony cooked up stew and biscuits for the cowboys and some canned tomatoes as a special treat.

While drinking coffee and eating supper, the boys engaged in small talk. Some of the younger bucks say around Curly Bill and Ringo. One of them, Russell Lebbert, seemed full of himself, twirling his shiny new pistols and showing off his new spurs. Russ had been on a few cattle drives and could rope and brand, but couldn't shoot worth a damn.

Ike and Billy Clanton join, taking bites of biscuits and dunking them in the bean juice.

"How are they, boys?" Curly asks.

"Them cows are tuckered out, Curly," Billy answers. "They won't run tonight."

Curly takes another bite of food. "I'll remember you saying that them cows stampede later."

Russell takes a guitar and begins playing Oh, Susana while some of the boys sing along. Curly Bill bellows loudly, clapping his hands and laughing.

"Oh, Susana!" Curly belts out. "Don't you cry for me! I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee!" Curly Bill slaps his leg and one of the younger boys takes a harmonica out and starts playing and more cowboys join in, trying not to be too loud as to agitate the cattle and cause a stampede. They conclude their song and Russell keeps stringing the guitar while the men start talking.

"I sure as hell don't wanna punch cows forever!" Tom McClaury says, sipping the last of his coffee. "Been wanting to settle down with a real lovely lady, buy some land and raise some cattle." McClaury looks at his empty cup.

"This job pays pretty well," Russell declares. "There's easy money in stealing cows, but hell, it just keeps getting riskier!"

"Stealing anything is getting tougher!" Curly Bill answers. "Too many damn trigger happy lawmen out there now!" Curly wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Well, shit! Sometimes I worry iffin' I had anything worth stealing, I'd be damn worried about someone taking it."

"This here is a legit outfit though, Curly!" Russell brays. "Sides, we don't have to spend anytime rebranding them cows!"

His mind immediately goes to you and when Russell stops playing, Curly finishes up, has one more cup of coffee and lays his bedroll out onto the hard, cold ground. Stillwell and Indian Charlie take the first shift watching the cows and looking out for killers, thieves and of course, rustlers. On this drive, they were moving cows for Stapleton from the Lazy Q ranch. Will Jenkins, the ranch owner offered Curly and Ringo a sizable salary to work as trial bosses and paid the others handsomely for their skills at cowboying.

While gazing at the stars, Curly Bill wonders what you're up to. He smiles to himself and then takes your picture out of his pocket. He touches it and cannot believe the gorgeous woman in that photograph is waiting for him. He closes his eyes from exhaustion and falls asleep.

You awaken from your sleep and look around, hoping that Curly Bill changed his mind and decided to stay with you. Your heart sinks when all you can hear is the ticking of the clock that rests in your kitchen. Soft wind blows against your window and you slowly rise, kicking the sheets off your bed. You dress and prepare for your day. Mrs. Wilks, the wife of Phin Wilks, who owns the mercantile hired you to work a few days a week. Although you came to Tombstone with money provided by your parents and other family members, you want to stay busy while Curly Bill is away and to show him you're willing to work hard to be with him. You hope he'll be impressed by your work ethic!

You check yourself in the mirror, smile to yourself, grab your basket which you're using as a purse and head to the mercantile.

"Well, good morning, YN!" Phin Wilks says, tipping his hat and taking a break from sweeping the front porch. "Ma Wilks is inside and she's got some work for you. We're real happy you decided to take our offer!" He winks at you and goes back to sweeping.

"Thank you!" You answer, heading in.

Ma Wilks sees you and welcomes you while she climbs off the step stool.

"Welcome, dear." Ma wipes her hands on her apron and heads towards you. "You can put your things in the store room, dear. And then I would love it if you could fix some displays."

You head to the storeroom and put away your things and then begin moving items around to make room for more merchandise and to keep it clean and organized. You hum to yourself while working.

Phin returns, whistling while putting his broom away. People begin filtering into the store, women carrying baskets of items to sell or trade or to purchase basic needs such as four, sugar, bread and eggs. You watch Phin and Ma Wilks greet and offer help to the customers.

"Mrs. Wilks," you begin. "I finished all the displays. What can I do for you now?"

"Oh thank you, dear! Would you take these eggs and separate the whites from the browns? Here are two baskets."

While separating the eggs, your mind goes to your cowboy and you wonder what he's doing at that moment. You feel a strong sense of gratitude that the time will pass quicker with you being busy throughout the week.

The Wilks are impressed with how quickly you work and they continue to give you various projects such as stocking shelves, dusting items, helping patrons find what they're looking for and you even manned the register when needed. The elderly couple enjoy having you help and with so much business, the days fly by.

Curly Bill and the others keep moving towards Texas, encountering various dangers along the way. While moving forward, one of the steers starts limping and eventually falls into the crowd of cattle.

"We got a steer down, boys! One of the cowpokes announces. He takes his lariat and holds the steer while Curly comes riding over.

"Go easy, son!" Curly groans loudly. "Don't you go down too!" Curly guides the younger cowboy through the herd slowly. During past drives, Curly couldn't count how many greenhorns tried to pull up a down steer quickly. He also saw men lose their balance and fall into a pit of stomping cows who crushed the poor boys, turning them into sausage meat right before Curly's eyes. It was one of the most dangerous encounters cowboys faced on a drive; stampedes and cowpokes getting crushed.

Curly Bill leads the cowboy to a clear space.

"Nice and easy, boy!" Curly howls. "Now get that steer back in line!" Curly growls, pointing the boy towards the moving herd. Curly Bill couldn't wait for the end of the day when he could hear Pony Diel bang that chuck wagon iron.

But for now, the cowboys kept moving.

Dust and dirt spread around the cows and the marching of 3,000 cattle along with horses only kicked up more dirt. Curly Bill could taste the filth in his mouth and grabs his canteen, quickly gargling and spitting it out. He recalls when he began driving cows at a young age; just a kid, he rode in the back like all the green boys do. As a cowboy, you earned the right to ride in front as a trail boss.

The sun begins setting and the bow legged cowboys dismount and bring their horses to the picket line before washing up best they could and waited to hear Pony bang the chuck iron.

"Chuck's on!" Pony cries.

The men grab their eating irons and stand in line; Curly and Ringo got their grub first and the two sat against the wagon, eager to finally eat.

"Damn, Pony! You sure cook up some good eats!" Curly declares, slowly eating. In between bites, he sips black coffee and he can feel his bones ache.

"I've got a girl back home!" Russell shouts. "She's real pretty! Pretty as a flower in spring. She's just about the cutest little thing you'd ever want to see!"

Grizzly Pete, a young cowpoke, who earned the name when he sent a grizzly to the afterlife with a load of buckshot starts laughing. "You ain't got no girl waiting for you, Russ!" Grizzly takes a large bite of stew and then gulps his coffee.

"No, hell! I'm gonna marry her! I got her picture right here!"

"Ain't she a beauty, boy!" Russell boasts.

Curly Bill shakes his head and chuckles.

"You think she's pretty, you should see my girl," Curly growls through his grin.

"She don't look like my Lily, cuz my girl's just about the prettiest thing I ever saw and you think so too!"

Curly Bill takes the picture you have him; you with your large liquid eyes looking at the camera, your beautiful lingerie falling off your sensual body while your legs are wrapped around a chair.

"See for yourselves, boys!" He hands the picture to Russell and waits for the young cowpoke to raise his eyebrows with wonder. Curly Bill guffaws loudly, knowing he's the envy of all the boys. He flicks his tongue and watches the men respond. He feels a bit guilty for showing off your picture, but he just couldn't resist showing you off. And the fact that he, Curly Bill was considerably older than some of the other cow punchers gave him a great sense of pride; that younger men couldn't boast of such a beautiful woman.

"Hot damn!" Grizzly shouts, leaning in to look at it. "Hot damn!" He says again. "I don't know, Russell!" Grizzly starts.

Another cowboy grabs the picture and stares at it. "Damn!"

"Is she real, Curly?" Russell asks. "How'd you get this picture? You ain't got a woman like this! She ain't real. My girl is real!"

Ringo's eyes pierce Russell's. "Oh, she's real," Ringo answers with this voice cold as ice. Russell swallows hard and suddenly feels foolish for bragging about how beautiful his girl was when Curly Bill has you to go home to.

"You boys wouldn't believe what she did for me!" Curly brags.

"What she do?" Another cowboy asks, his eyes wide when he sees your picture.

"Made my birthday all real nice and rosy! She was gonna surprise me, boys and then well, I got there too early and she was crying like a sweet little girl cuz she thought it all got ruined!"

"She was gonna surprise you for your birthday?" Russell inquires, putting the picture of Lily away, almost feeling foolish showing it off.

"Oh yeah, boys! Not only is she the prettiest damn lady anyone ever saw, she's so damn sweet going on tryin' to make my birthday all nice and good! Oh you shoulda seen it, fellas!"

The men all lean in while Curly talks about you, his voice and face full of pride as he knows none of these boys have ever met a woman as lovely and sweet as you.

"Yeepie kai yay!" One of the cowboys sighs, his mouth open. "I ain't never had a girl like that. You ain't joshin', Curly?"

Curly Bill looks over at Ringo, who nods at the cowboys.

"I got there too early and well, she was all crying and such. All sad, thinkin' I weren't gonna be surprised and all and well, she was lookin' so damn sweet and pretty. I couldn't believe someone that cute would ever be over head and ears for me! I wish I knew what I did to deserve such a beauty and all that nice treatment."

"Hot dang!" Grizzly whispers. "You sure are a lucky man, Curly! And that sweet piece of calico is waitin' for you?" Grizzly lights up the cigarette he had tucked behind his ear. He blows the smoke out and then studies the death stick, as if looking for something.

Some of the other cowboys, especially the younger ones began spinning tales similar to that of Curly's, but Ringo and Curly knew they were barkin' at the knot, trying to compete with Curly and Curly couldn't recall a time when he felt more proud in his life and he'll never forget that you did that for him.

Curly tucks his picture away, looks at Ringo, who is lighting up a cigarette and finishing off his coffee. The seasoned cowboys roll their velvet couches out, pulling a heavy blanket over themselves. Exhausted from the day, the two fall asleep under the stars.

Ringo's bodily functions begin to call to him and he knows he needs to move his bowels soon before he spoils himself. He can remember other cowboys holding onto their shit for so long, they went like babies right in their damn saddles. Ringo could never allow for such embarrassment for himself. He could hear a few cowboys singing softly to the cows. He got some paper from his journal and a few other items he could use to clean himself and he took a short walk, did his business and buried it like a mountain lion. Feeling satisfied and a bit lighter, Ringo falls back to sleep.

He awakens to the same sound he woke up to almost every morning on a drive; Pony clanging the chuck iron and calling in the boys for breakfast.

Curly Bill rises first as the trail boss and usually curses his crew for not getting up quick enough. They had to move the cows all day if they wanted to stay on schedule and return to Tombstone so they could spend their earnings on whiskey and some lady companionship.

Ike Clanton snores in his sleep and Curly kicks the cowboy awake. "Get up, Ike! Before you burn anymore daylight!"

Ike grunts as he rises, rubbing his eyes and feeling his scruffy beard. "Damn, I need a shave!" He shouts, feeling his whiskers.

"Get your grub and let's go!" Curly howls. "Spence's turn to shave boys later! For now, let's get going!"

Curly always seemed focused on cattle drives and his knowledge of cows, horses and trails fascinated most of the greenhorns. Curly knew how many cows were being moved and he knew which string of horses and ponies belonged to each cowboy.

Ringo meets the others at the chuck wagon. The men grab biscuits to go with their beans and bacon Pony made during the night. The boys sucked up their food in such an indignant manner, it almost made Ringo sick. Seeing them taking three or four bites before they swallowed and he could hear their slurping and gulping. A few of the boys belch and fart while cramming beans and bacon into their mouths. Billy Clanton licked his fingers and rubbed them on his pants. Ringo shook his head at the younger cowboy.

"There's washing water on the other side of the wagon," Ringo grunts.

"Aww, hell, Ringo!" Billy exclaims. "I'll wash up later. Gotta get my string of ponies ready!"

Curly Bill talks with Pony for a bit to ensure they still have enough flour, coffee and potatoes as well as other items in the event a river is swollen and they can't cross it. Since cowboys can't swim, a deep river could cause all sorts of hell for them.

"We got enough, Curly! I made sure to pack extra arbuckles. Got plenty of beans and we can always kill one of them cows."

Curly Bill takes his hat off and runs his dirty fingers through his unruly dark hair. "Good, Pony. That's what I figured."

Pony begins packing up the chuck wagon so the boys could get moving. The chilly air seems to penetrate their bodies and the men hold onto their dusters to stay warm until the sun comes up.

The mornings were tough on a drive. These men were up before the sun so they could move cows all day.

"Anything special for dinner?" Stillwell asks, knowing damn well the menu doesn't change much on a drive.

"When you hear that chuck iron, you come see!" Pony responds.

Ike Clanton stumbles to the chuck line, ignoring the looks of contempt he usually received from his cowboy companions. He moves in an almost drunken manner, brushing his sleep off. Pony scoops some food onto his plate and Ike begins eating quickly like his brother.

"Hurry up, Ike!" Curly bellows. "You always the last one in the saddle!"

"Go to hell, I ain't in the mood," Ike grumbles.

"Yeah, your daddy told us we should think before asking you to come along!" Curly retorts.

Ike can feel his face grow red as Ike Clanton always seemed to disappoint his father. Ike could shoot and rope, but his best talent was running from danger. His brother Billy had more sand than most and Old Man Clanton bragged about how his youngest son could run a ranch better than Phin and Ike together. It irritated Ike that his father favored Billy. But with Billy's reckless and foolish behavior, his unrelenting fearlessness and his coldness impressed the old man. Billy wouldn't run from danger and he didn't run his mouth the way Ike did. If Billy wants someone dead, he won't go around town wagging his tongue about it.

Ike downs his coffee, curses under his breath and heads to the picket line to secure his string of fine looking ponies.

The men roll up their sleeping sacks, pack their saddle bags, check their ammunition and start moving the cows.

The trip had been uneventful so far. No harsh weather poured on them and they didn't see any Apaches following; although most men wouldn't know if Apaches were on their trail because those red devils move like ghosts, hide like spiders and trap unsuspecting cow punchers. No one traveled alone through wild country like this unless they were lost or just damn crazy. So the boys weren't expecting to see any lone riders and Apaches rode in groups...More like packs of wild dogs that could stay as quiet as night.

Curly Bill hopes their luck will continue on an up curve and that they could get to Texas without losing any of his men to Indians, sickness or by being crushed by stampeding cattle. With all the times Curly and Ringo rustled and drove cows, they saw more than their fair share of bloodshed.

Back in Tombstone, you awaken and get ready to go to work at the mercantile. Your mind shifts to Curly Bill and you wonder what he's doing and hope danger has not swallowed the cowboy crew. You know how tough your cowboy is and that going on these drives is the one thing he can do better than most. You imagine him riding into town and you running towards him, wrapping your legs around him while he holds you tight, welcoming your softness. You smile to yourself. You brush your hair, put on a little makeup, gather your things and walk to town. On the way, you wave to a few townspeople you have come to know. There's Mary Dugan, who works at the post office. She grins with her wide smile. Her blond hair is pulled tight into a bun and a large belt is wrapped around her waist to keep her skirt up. Although quite short, her legs move quickly though town. Then you see Edna Ray, a tall and slender woman with long, dark hair that she always wore in a loose braid. Edna helps the bartender at the Golden Nugget and also has a small laundry business. Sharon Whaite, a lovely lady who works at the ice cream parlor, flashes you a smile while walking to the parlor. Her light brown hair is down and to her waist and she is wearing a colorful dress with a white apron. She moves to the parlor to start scooping flavors for sweet seeking customers. You look down at your boots, take a breath and head into the mercantile. You see Mrs. Wilks at the counter, measuring out flour for a customer and Mr. Wilks is talking to a peddler about purchasing some new dress material. Although many dress and custom clothing shops occupy space north of Allen Street, a great many women still make their own dresses. You consider saving up your money from working so you can purchase a new dress for when Curly returns.

"Good morning, dear," Mrs. Wilks greets you with a smile.

"Good morning! What can I start on today?" You ask, coming back from the storeroom where you put your things.

"Oh yes! Can you please sweep the front porch and then we've got four dozen eggs that all need to separated."

"Of course," you answer, grabbing the broom and heading outside.

John Behan walks by the mercantile and tips his hat to you. He knows you care about Curly Bill, but believes that with the big rustler out of sight, he may have a chance to convince you to stay away from the gunslinger and that the old cowboy is not worth waiting for.

Behan walks towards you and you pretend not to notice. You run your hand through your hair and Behan trots up the stairs.

"Well, good morning, YN," Behan grins.

You look at the sheriff and nod your head.

"How is the lovely lady today?" Behan bellows, smiling, his face cherubic and rosy. His freshly pressed suit doesn't have a wrinkle out of place and his shave seems perfect.

"Hello," you reply, finishing up sweeping the porch. Behan takes his hat off and looks you up and down, feeling mighty glad Curly Bill isn't around.

"How nice that you are working here now," Behan replies, his eyes dancing in the light. Behan would like nothing better than to steal you away from Brocious and keep you for his own. Imagine the look on Curly Bill's face when Behan says, "She's my woman now, Curly. I guess you were gone too long and she needed a man to protect her." In his fantasy, you would tell Curly, "I'm sorry, Bill. Behan took such good care of me and well...We have fallen in love. I'll be leaving with John now."

Behan smiles to himself, believing that with Curly gone and out of the way, he could secure a courtship with you. He would have plenty of time to tell you all about Curly Bill Brocious and how the old cowboy is a good for nothing rustler who never amounted to anything in his life and therefore could not provide for you the life you deserve. Then Behan would triumphantly ride out of town with you, holding his waist, thanking him for showing you the light about your beloved cowboy.

Behan's dream is shattered when you nod your head and move quickly into the mercantile so you can begin separating the four dozen eggs.

"Oh thank you, love!" Mrs. Wilks says, moving about the store with various items on the shelves.

"Thank you for giving me the job," you reply, carefully putting different eggs in baskets.

Mrs. Wilks pats your back. "I wouldn't have anyone else." Mrs. Wilks begins folding a few blankets and then looks over at you, admiring how lovely you are.

"YN," Mrs. Wilks begins. "You must be missing old Curly Bill!" The older lady looks at you and pauses. She leans against the blankets while standing with her arms folded.

"Oh, I..." You whisper, feeling a bit flustered. You did not realize anyone in town knew how much you care for the old rustler.

"Oh, sweetheart," Mrs. Wilks says, walking slowly towards you. She brushes the hair behind your ear and smiles. "I see things you know. How your eyes shine when you are near him. Aww, sweetheart."

You turn to the older woman. "What do you think?" You ask.

Mrs. Wilks smiles. "I know love when I see it," she responds. You are taken aback by her support as you are usually confronted with people telling you yo stay away from Curly Bill, who can't give you what you need. Or want.

"Thank you," you reply, taking your eyes off the eggs. "I care about that man," you sigh, looking up and blowing their air out of your lungs. "I just...I do," you shake your head and look at the floor.

Mrs. Wilks smiles. "Oh, I think Curly Bill cares about you more than you could know. He's been in here asking about you ever since you arrived!"

"Really?" You inquire.

Mrs. Wilks continues smiling. "Oh yes. Wanted to know your name and if you had a man travelling with you. I noticed him looking at that brown suit over there," Mrs. Wilks eyes the mannequin that has the suit wrapped around it. "He asked how much the suit was and talked about purchasing a Stetson hat to go with it and I think it was all just to impress you." She bites her lips and walks towards the mannequin.

"I think he would look mighty fine in this suit."

"Most people are usually too busy telling me to stay away from such riff raff!" You answer, eyeing the brown suit.

Curly Bill had a reputation for being a mean drunk when actually, he wasn't particularly aggressive or even quick to lose his temper. In your experience, you've come to know him as a fun loving fellow who looks at people in two ways:

They can help him and he'll be loyal to the end.

They stand in the way of what he wants or hurt his interests. Then you may see a meaner streak from the old cowboy.

When you first arrived in Tombstone from California, almost everyone was immediately intrigued and no one more so than Bill Brocious. Leaving your home state and heading south to Arizona was no easy decision, but you embraced the adventure of it all, wanting to experience this part of the country. Not that your life was necessarily dull. Both your parents worked as professionals; your mother was a prominent school teacher and your father worked as an attorney. They gave you an ample amount of cash to help you and you made additional money sometimes waiting tables or assisting Mary Dugan at the post office. It provided an opportunity for you to meet the residents of the up and coming boom town.

***It was while you were walking to the mercantile that you met Curly Bill, the Clanton's and Johnny Ringo. As you slowly moved to the sidewalk, Curly Bill walked closer towards you.

"Scuse me, ma'am," Curly said. "Allow me to escort you to your destination. My name is Bill Brocious and I run these boys here," he says, glancing at his fellow Cowboys.

You recall looking up at the big rustler, with his signature smile. Curly Bill considered himself somewhat a ladies man and because of his attitude that anything could be possible, he felt he could lay some of his charm on you and make you see what a good fellow he really is.

You remember how Morgan Earp came wandering over at that moment.

"What do you think you're doing, Mr. Brocious?" Morgan inquired, causing Curly Bill to feel embarrassed as his friends were watching. Bill tapped the handle of his hammer and took a bow before the youngest Earp brother.

"I was just asking this lovely lady if she needs an escort. There's some bad types around here and I wouldn't want this pretty little thing to get hurt." Curly Bill removes his hat and winks at you confidently. He moves to take your arm and impress his rowdy cowboys, but Morgan continues to stand in his way. It wasn't that Morgan necessarily wanted to protect you as much as he wanted you to notice him and he could make a fool out of the old cowboy just for fun.

"Yeah, Mr. Brocious. Lots of bad types here in town." Morgan looked the gunfighter up and down. The Clanton's and Ringo watched, knowing Curly wasn't going to get into a shootout with an Earp. At the same time, you couldn't resist Curly's charm and willingness to keep you safe. "Let her be, Curly," Morgan interjects.

You smiled at Curly Bill and your warm smile sent him into dizzy intoxication. Just the aroma of your citrus perfume was driving him crazy.

Curly Bill wanted to get to know you and redeem himself in front of his gang and show them he's not intimidated by any of the Earps. Being the perceptive gal you are, you know you can deescalate the situation by simply appeasing Curly. No need for a shootout!

You flash a smile of appreciation to Morgan and he nods his head, tipping his hat. He eyes the cowboy carefully and comes to realize you didn't want to fan the flames of tension that you can see clearly exists between the two factions.

"Just don't want to see this beautiful woman gettin' hurt or offended," Curly finally answers. He puts his elbow out for you to hold, his heart racing while waiting for you to respond.

You recall how you took his arm and now he walked with indescribable pride, even holding his head up a little more than usual. His fellow rustlers whistled.

"Thank you, Bill," you said to him.

Curly Bill removed his hat, took a bow and said, "Anything you need. All you gotta do is ask."***

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Now you stand in the mercantile, looking at the brown suit and imagining Curly Bill in it. Although you like him in his range duds and don't seem to care that he smells like horses all the time. You smile to yourself while you play with the sleeves of the jacket, feeling the material. You wonder how Curly Bill would look in it; maybe a little out of place. You chuckle to yourself. Then you return to your work, putting different eggs in various baskets so customers can see the options since many local farmers sold a variety of eggs laid from different chickens. When finished, you begin to sweep the store, humming to yourself and wondering what Curly is doing.

Your shift comes to an end and you gather your things and return to your small cabin outside of town. Your heart sinks when you wish Curly was walking with you, his strong arm around your waist, ensuring your safety. You hope he's safe as you know drives can be dangerous and the risks associated with cattle were high. But you know Curly Bill is one of the strongest and bravest man you have ever met. And he's accompanied by other tough cowboys including Ringo.

You enter your home, carrying a basket of grub you picked up from the store; some bread, fresh fruit, cheese and a bottle of wine so you can have some time for yourself. While reading a book and munching bread and cheese and sipping wine, you grow increasingly sleepy. You take one last sip of wine, draining your glass and get ready for bed. Curly's face enters your mind and you lose your breath and you wipe the tears forming in your eyes while dreaming of your cowboy. You fall asleep wih tear stains on your face.

The Cowboys dismount and picket their horses so they can remove the saddles and get ready for supper. Pony Diehl groans while scooping potatoes, beans and onions onto the plates of the hungry and tired cowboys.

"My ass bone broke!" Billy Clanton gripes, holding his plate in front of Pony. Sitting in the saddle for hours at a time caused pain and stiffness in the cowboys legs and lower back. Not to mention the ferocious infections they scratched with their dirty fingers. The one thing they all looked forward to almost as much as women was the bath they got to take when they entered a cowtown.

"How are they?" Curly asks Russell.

Russell removes his hat and wipes his sweaty head. "They're alright, Curly. It's my turn to take first watch them cows tonight. I sing to them just right and they don't run. Billy Clanton's got the second watch. He can sing alright, but not as good as me, Curly."

Curly eyes the younger cowpoke and walks to the chuckwagon. He rolls up his sleeves and splashes water on his face and cleans his mustache. While wiping his hands on a towel, Curly responds, "Don't be too green, son. Them cows go off running over nothing!" Curly then takes a plate and heads to the chuck line. The other boys get out of his way. Curly gets his grub and coffee and sits near Ringo who is already mowing through the chuck.

"Go easy, Ringo."

"Feeling hungrier than usual," Ringo answers, licking his fingers. He adjusts his hat and heads to wash his hands. Curly takes a sip of coffee and takes a bite of biscuit before taking your picture outof his pocket. He flicks his tongue and chuckles, rememering how wonderful you felt in his arms and how your beautiful eyes gazed up at him when you thought you disappointed him. He shakes his head and hopes that nobody is trying to get with you.

Ringo returns with a full cup of coffee. "You miss her, don't you?" Ringo inquires.

Curly Bill stares at your picture and nods. "What man wouldn't?" He ponders.

"Not one with eyes," Ringo gulps coffee. "You're worried about Behan, aren't you?" Ringo wonders.

"That son of a bitch is gonna do whatever he can to get her to see me like I'm a nothing. Just a damn, drity cowboy!" Curly Bill contimues looking at your picture. He so desperately wants to stroke your body and bring you pleasure. Just hearing your soft breath on his shoulder is enough to drive him wild.

"I wouldn't worry about her going with Behan, Bill. Breckenridge said she was pretty broken up when you showed up too early."

Curly chuckles. "Yeah, she sure was, Johnny. I ain't never seen a lady get upset over me. She sure is special."

Ringo nods.

"You think she'll ever marry me, Ringo?" Curly asks, brushing his mustache with his large hand.

"Hard to say," Ringo responds. "I'd reckon if she wants to be around cows and horses the rest of her life. You're not a farmer, Curly and not a businessman either. Cattle is all you know."

"You're saying she don't want to live with a man who does ranchin' for a living?"

"It's a tough life," Ringo says. "Takes time to build a spread and protecting them from-" Ringo stops in his tracks. Curly quickly looks up.

"Rustlers?" Curly bellows, his voice low. "I'd build up a spread only to be worryin' some fellow like me would come along and cut his herd in half in the middle of the night."

Ringo nods again.

"Aww, hell, Juanito! I'll pay real handsome for a few boys to watch them cows all night. We'll get the meanest damn dogs you ever seen! Curs that ain't afraid to chase Apaches!" Curly and RIngo share a laugh before finishing off their coffee and get ready to sleep.

"Curly!" Billy Clanton whispers, poking the older rustler. Curly grunts and rubs his eyes.

"What the hell, son?" Curly groans.

"Apaches, Curly!" Billy answers nervously.

Apaches move like ghosts through the territory and often scouted unsuspecting men. A group of cowboys on a drive seems more brazen since they could find themselves outnumbered. Apaches didn't regard hiding and launching surprise attacks on their enemies as cowardly. Fighting from an unseen spot was as practical as it was effective. They could take a few boys for torture just to get even with the white men who took so much of their land.

And pride.

"Shit!" Curly seeths. They know they can't start firing their pistols because it may spook the cows into a stampede and in the dark, they can't tell where those damn injuns are. Curly wonders how long they were being tracked by the Apaches.

Curly quickly gets his boots on and follows Billy near the picket line where the horses were sleeping, some of them stirring due to the commotion. Curly nudges Ringo and a few other boys, alerting them of the pending danger.

Ringo rubs the sleep out of his eyes and follows the other boys, They move slowly and methodically; RIngo was a seasoned guerilla and came face to face with a few bushwackers, but Apaches were a different breed of people. If they got their hands on one of the boys, they would torture and kill them all in the name of revenge. Curly had seen his share of dead bodies staked out, their throats pierced and ears cut off so they would slowly bleed to death. The horrors these tribes inflicted were unlike anything the boys had ever heard of. Apaches did not simply shoot their enemies, they preferred grotesque measures; they were known to skin a man and roast and eat them. They also had a reputation for cutting off body parts and letting the poor saps bleed out. They cut off the ears and noses and sometimes even cut the eyes out of their captives. A quick death while being held captive by vengeful injuns would be a better alternative than enduring the torture they were known for.

Now, Curly Bill and the others moved on their bellies, watching for any signs of movement. The cows stumbled around, nervously and Curly prayed they would not stampede. The cattle may crush a few Indians, but would also cost the drive a few of their own men. And Curly was determined not to lose anyone on this drive.

"How many you see, Ringo?" Curly begs, bis voice a low whisper.

Ringo lowers his head and holds his shotgun steady. "Right now all I can make out is about five."

"Ringo, can you get a clear shot on any of them?" Billy Clanton inquires.

"We can't start a shootout and risk the cows running!" Curly murmurs.

"That may be our only choice, Curly," Billy grumbles.

"We could lose a few good men that way," Curly retorts. "I ain't losing anyone on this drive."

The boys could hear the horses of the Indians were riding. Some of the Apaches dismounted and looked around, shuffling through the chuck wagon. Ringo pulled a knife from his belt and got within a good range. He threw the knife and could hear the shriek of one of the injuns. Another Apache spun around, holding a spear and looking around. The cowboys heard the man take his last breath.

A few arrows dashed past Curly's head and he lay on the ground stiff as s corpse, his breathing fast and his heart raced in his tight chest. He held tight to his Bowie knife and waited to get a clear view. Like RIngo, he tossed his knife and saw it pierce the belly of one of the Apaches. He bellows loudly, stirring the cows and falls to the ground. The boys could hear the Indians clearing out, clearly outnumbered by the cowboys. Curly felt a sense of relief, but also of dread; he feared more would come the next night and they could easily be dominated by more. He closed his eyes tight, your face enters his mind he quickly dismisses the vision, not wanting to lose his head at such a critical time. He let the breath out of his lungs when he saw the Indians riding out, knowing they would come to avenge their member.

When the cowboys awoke the next morning, they saw the dead bodies of two Apaches, both stabbed with Bowie knives. Curly and Ringo retrieve their knives and look around the camp. Curly wanted to ensure everyone was accounted for and that those damn red devils didn't take a few of the cowpokes with them.

"Curly Bill points towards a group of boys. "Any sign of them red thugs?" He bellows.

"We don't see nothing here, Curly!" Pete Spence declares, securing his saddle. He checks the cinch, mounts up and rides out to where Curly and Ringo are surveying the area.

Sherman McMasters finishes loading his pistols and moves towards the picket line to retreive his horse. Once mounted, he moves towards Curly, who is talking with the Clantons.

"We heard thise injuns near the chuckwagon. But I don't think they took any boys with them. You think they'll track us, Curly?" McMasters asks, his eyes squinting from the morning sun.

"We're alright as far as boys go. But them damn redskins. Who knows." Curly shakes his head, hoping he's wrong and that the Apaches tried their luck and decided to go back to their camp.

But these men were a relentless force; a tribe where the women possessed the same grisly ideas about how to deal with captives.

"We gotta get going!" Curly shouts.

"Shit, what the hell happend last night?" Russell Lebbert asks, his eyes wide with wonder.

"Apaches came into our camp last night!" Ringo answers. "And we took two of them before they rode out."

"Well, you should have woken me up. I'm a damn good shot with this here pistol," Russell declares.

"And get them cows all riled up, son?" Curly huffs. "Damn greenhorns," Curly shakes his head.

"Aww, shucks, Curly!" Russell mutters. "Better chasing running cows than get caught by them damn injuns!"

Curly Bill and Ringo share a glance. "They ain't done, boy. You may get your chance. We took two of them and they ain't giving up until they get their fill of revenge against us. We better start moving!" Curly shouts. "Get some chuck and let's go! We can't afford to burn no more daylight. Stillwell, Barnes! You ride in the back with them others. Ringo rides with me up front. Russell, you and your boys ride center. Keep your eyes wide, fellows. Them injuns could be anywhere!"

The cowboys took their positions and began herding the beef along.

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The sun peeks through the trees and bathes your home with its golden rays. You open your eyes and rub your tear stained cheeks before pushing your blanket aside. You rise and engage in your morning routine and then remember that Mrs. Wilks gave you the day off because you had not missed a day since Curly left. You gaze out the window and see the tops of the trees bend and sway in the breeze. You hope no danger has found it's way to Curly and his cowboys. You remember the stories he told about the dangers of cowboy life. You know how strong and brave he is, but even a man as tough as Curly had his weaknesses. You hope he is safe and you know he'll be gone for a few more weeks.

You get yourself dressed and decide to go into town to take a walk. You put some color on your lips, brush your flowing hair, grab your purse and head into Tombstone.

John Behan walks from the bank to the center of the street. He blows cigar smoke from his mouth and smiles gleefully at you, tipping his hat. He moves confidently towards you. You back away a step, but his cherubic smile never leaves his face.

"Well, fancy seeing you in town, YN," Behan begins. He licks his lips and stares at your lovely form, soaking up the delight of your delicate beauty. Your unbound hair blows softly around your head and your eyes sparkle in the sun.

"Thank you, sir," you answer, moving around him.

"You know, without Curly Bill around, don't you feel the need for someone to keep you safe?" Behan sucks on his cigar, blows the smoke out and lets his eyes move up and down you. He chuckles for a moment. "Although I don't know how safe you were when he was here."

Your smile fades. "I'm just fine, thank you." You start walking, but Behan takes your arm. Startled, you turn to face him.

"Curly Bill will be back here in a few weeks."

"Ah, yes. He will," Behan answers, lowering his eyes. "I never did understand how you could feel safe with such a.." Behan struggles to find the right words. He puffs his cigar while lamenting. "An outlaw." Behan smiles, waiting for you to see that he's right; Curly can't offer you anything, but chaos and lawlessness.

"I care about him. I care about Curly Bill," you declare, clutching your purse. You wish Curly would walk down the street with his loud voice booming, "what are you doing talkin' to my girl?!" He would shout, strolling confidently. Then Behan would clear his throat, tip his hat to you both and leave you alone. But without Curly by your side, you feel helpless and vulnerable. You can feel your body trembling with uncertainty. You tightly hold your blouse against your chest.

"You really think a man like Curly cares about you?" Behan asks, his voice like a whisper.

"Yes," you respond confidently.

"Well, I can assure you, I have known Curly Bill longer than you. He's as tough as they come. A mean drunk that will kill anyone at the slightest provocation." Behan shrugs. "I've seen what happens to men when they cross paths with that rustler." Behan looks towards the sky and shakes his head. "Bad business."

"Curly never hurt me!" You announce, your voice shaking.

"Not yet. Wouldn't you want to be with a man that can introduce you to the finer things our town has to offer?" Behan takes another drag of his cigar.

"I want to be with Curly Bill. I am waiting for him to return from his cattle drive. He'll come back for me!"

Behan laughs. "In the meantime, won't you allow me to escort you to your destination?" Behan's smile never leaves his face and he can see that you are clearly shaken. All it takes is a few drinks and he can dazzle you with his charm and fill you in on all the mishaps Curly and his gang have been involved with. Behan puts his arm out for you to take. You turn to leave and scoff at the sheriff.

"You know where to find me when you get too lonely," Behan says, taking your hand and kissing it. You pull away and head to the mercantile althogh it's your day off. Mrs. Wilks can see how your upset you appear and she quickly wipes her hands on her apron before hurrying over to you.

"What's the matter, honey?" The shopkeeper asks you.

"I miss Curly Bill," you answer, holding back your tears. You lower your shaking head and suck back your tears.

"Aww, sweetheart. I know you do," Mrs. Wilks says, touching your back.

"I can't stand that sheriff!" You groan, playing with your hair.

Mrs. Wilks folds her arms. "He thinks with the cowboys gone, it will be easy to get with you, I am sure." She shrugs, her arms still crossed. "But you know Curly will come back for you. I've never seen a man so love sick over a woman before. I think you..." Mrs. Wilks stops talking for a moment. In her business working as a merchant, she came across many types. She never saw a man with such bliss in his eyes than when after he had talked to you. Mrs. Wilks laughs a bit and bites her bottom lip.

"I can tell you that no man wants to go near Curly Bill after he sees any of them talking with you."

"What do you mean?" You ask, wiping your teary eyes.

Mrs. Wilks looks at the celing and then back at you. "If any man engages in small talk with you, even if all they do is say hello, Curly Bill grows pretty mad."

"You mean he...He doesn't hurt anyone, does he? Not over me!"

"No, sweetheart. He just doesn't like any man talking to you. I fee for any sap head that gets too close to you. I think it's darling how he jealous he gets."

"He knows I am faithful and loyal, doesn't he?" You beg.

"Oh, I don't think it's about you deserting him for another man. I think he enjoys protecting you. And well a man like Curly Bill Brocious certainly isn't going to let anyone near you. Especially a man."

You lower your head and smile, sniffling a bit. You take a handkerchief from your pocket and blow your nose.

Mrs. Wilks continues. "Iffin a man talks with you and then tries to talking to Curly, well...I think you know."

You look out the window, you can almost see Curly strutting down the street in his devel red shirt, his voice booming your name.

"I miss him." You whisper. "And I hope he's safe."

Behan enters the store, takes a puff of his cigar and flashes a friendly smile. You turn away and begin working while he wanders towards you, not considering his cigar smoke blowing around.

"Can I help you, Sheriff?" Mrs. Wilkes asks.

Behan tips his hat to her and gazes at you, his eyes moving over your curves.

"Just wanted to apologize to the lovely lady." His smile never leaves his face.

"Ok, well. I think she's just fine. But she is working right now."

Behan takes a few bills from his jacket pocket.

"Allow me to apologize formally." Behan says, his voice low. "Just would hate to see a good woman like yourself stuck in a relationship with a known thief and killer." Behan lowers his head. "I know Curly Bill and he's got nothing to offer you. I think he knows that. So, well...."Behan gazes at you with pity in his eyes. "Forgive my concerns. He's dangerous and rides with equally dangerous men and I don't think he'd be able to protect you from that." Behan shakes his head. "He may not even return. If the boys pass through a town on their way back here, Curly Bill will be the first in line at the house of ill repute."

Your heart sinks.

He would never do that! You rage in your mind.

"You don't know Curly Bill like I do." You protest.

Behan chuckles. "There's not much to know about old Curly. He's never been loyal to a woman in his life." Behan sucks on his cigar.

"He'll come back!" You declare, staring at the handsome sheriff.

"You wouldn't know if he did. But a man like Curly can't endure life without a woman. Or two or three. You know he's been known to go through two or three calico queens a night. Sometimes they're all in one bed together. Damn shame." Behan takes his hat off and shakes his head. "Not a good life for someone like you."

"Please leave me alone!" You answer.

Phin Wilks comes out of the store room holding a clipboard. "Is there some trouble here, Mr. Behan?" Phin asks, putting his clipboard down.

"No trouble at all. I'll be on my way then. Don't forget what I said, YN," Behan says before tipping his hat and leaving.

You lower your head and bite your lips to keep the tears from streaming down your face. You miss Curly Bill more than ever now. Mrs. Wilks walks towards you, holding her arms out. You fall into her and begin weeping almost uncontrollably. Your heart desires Curly and you want to be his girl. But Behan's words pierce your heart and you wonder if anything the sheriff said was true.

Would Curly Bill really sleep with a prostitute before coming to see you? Would he not be able to save himself for you?

"Maybe he's right. Maybe I am wasting my time with Curly. I care about him..." You burst into tears.

Phin makes tea in the small kitchen area that rests just near the store room. He closes the doors and tells some of the customers they'll be open again in a few moments.

While sipping tea with the Wilks, you continue weeping. You blow your nose in a handkerchief and look down at your cup. The Wilks look at each other. They know who the Cowboys are and their reputation for causing trouble. They also noticed a change in Curly since he met you. He hasn't been in any of the whore houses and others noticed that too.

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Wild Mary, one of the whores from Allen Street noticed Curly's sudden shift in his interests when he and a few other cowboys were drinking up the place. The other boys went upstairs to satisfy their manly needs while Mary waited for Curly to follow her upstairs.

"You look lonely, cowboy," Mary remarked. "I know how to cure that." She touched his arm, but Curly barely noticed her.

"What's with you, Curly?" Ever since you saw YN, you seem to have forgotten what women are for."

"I don't want to pay for that," Curly grunted.

"Saving yourself for her? I'm a sure thing, cowboy. You may never get with her."

"I almost wish I never saw her!" Curly says, his voice low.

"Can't imagine what her secret is. She's got you not wanting to be with any woman. Taking all your fun away already and you ain't even married!"

"Why don't you shut up?" Curly growls.

"Come on, Curly. You know someone like her is never going to marry you. You're not a farmer and you sure ain't a businessman."

Curly glances over at Mary. "I would do anything to be with YN."

Mary shrugs. "Really?"

"That's right!" Curly barks. "I'd stop rustling and I'll be an honest cowboy!"

Mary laughs. "I've known you a while, Curly and I can't imagine you doing anything else but stealing cows!"

"If I can steal them, I can move them without breaking the law," Curly groans. "Show her I can change my ways and start living a better life. Ever thought I don't like living on the dodge. Hiding out like a snake, having to leave for fear of the damn law coming after me." Curly stares at his bottle of whiskey.

"I ain't never heard you talking like that, Curly. Your head ain't right." Mary takes a wet cloth and wipes the bar down.

"Because I never met a woman like YN. Sometimes I wish I never saw her." Curly shakes his head. "There ain't no one like her and I know she must like me a little bit. She just needs to know what a good fellow I am!"

"Well, good luck with that, cowboy!" Mary says, turning her attention to the other patrons who walk in looking for some love.

"One day she'll see," Curly says, softly to Mary. "In fact, I'm going along with Breckenridge later. She told the deputy to bring me along!"

"Have fun chasing birds, Curly Bill!" Mary says before leaving him alone at the bar.

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"How much longer till Curly comes back?" .a Wilkes asks.

You shake your head. "A few more weeks. Tough to know depending on the weather and all." You answer.

"I'm sure he misses you, YN," Phin starts. "Don't worry about Behan. Just make sure you tell Curly when he returns."

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razrgrl · 11 months

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Mom needed some outpatient surgery. I was helper.

We got there at 5:30 in the morning and, consequently, got the BEST parking space in the lot right in front of the doors. It wasn’t the hospital, but an orthopedic surgery center tucked in behind a rather sad strip mall.

The check-in went smoothly — almost like they did this about 100 times a day. Which, of course, they do. Anyone would have admired the sheer efficiency of the place. They got you scheduled, checked in, registered (ie., figured out how you would pay), prepped, cut, and bundled out the door without more than about a 15 minute wait for any step.

The paperwork said arrive at 5:30am, surgery at 7:30, out by 9:30… and, guess what? We were out the door right at 9:30.

It was a little spooky.

Anyway… the surgeon was a spectacularly handsome and well-groomed young man (who was no doubt a raging narcissist, but that is his girlfriend’s/boyfriend’s problem). He popped in, oozed competence, answered questions, and popped back out.

I had to leave when the anesthesia guy showed up. I was told to help myself to the free breakfast.

Yeah…. I passed.

I went outside into a very lovely late May morning in search of caffeine and breakfast pastries.

The positive part about getting to a place at 5:30am is the parking. The bad part is that nothing opens until at least 8am… not even the Walgreens. I looked sadly toward where my phone told me I would find a Starbucks, but it was across six lanes of raging early-morning Cincinnati commuters. I decided I didn’t want to risk death or dismemberment for a piece of Pumpkin loaf.

There was a refrigerator full of free sodas back at the surgery center. I went back and gulped down one of them.

On the way back, I puzzled over this cake shop.

Fish. For the love of all that is holy, why fish? They didn’t open until 11 so there was no chance I was going to find out.

I went back to the waiting room. I pulled out my Kindle and started reading a new novel by one of my favorite authors. I was distracted by a guy in the middle of the room talking to a series of women on his cell phone — on speakerphone — very loudly.

He didn’t even have the courtesy to talk about anything interesting. It was all “how are you” and “I am fine” and “what have you been up to” and then something about a barbecue he was going to next weekend.

They were having hamburgers and potato salad. They didn’t want him to bring anything…. In case you were wondering.

Dr. McHandsome called me and said everything went by the book. Mom is all fixed. He found a bit more arthritis in her shoulder than he was expecting, but nothing worth doing anything about now. He said they would come and get me when Mom woke up.

More waiting. I read my book. Phone guy had stopped calling people. Maybe the evil glares from middle-aged ladies like me finally sunk in. Maybe he just ran out of people to call.

A nurse came out and found me. She whisked me back to the business end of the facility.

Mom was awake and dressed and wearing a cool sling/pillow thing that would make NASA engineers feel like they had wasted their lives. I got the discharge instructions read to me from colorful, easy-to-follow pre-printed sheets. They tucked those sheets in a folder with two pages of laparoscopic photos of the inside of Mom’s shoulder.

They asked Mom if she felt ok to get up. She did. I pulled the car 10 feet to the front of the facility (I told you it was a great parking spot) and the nurse carefully bundled her in. We drove home uneventfully and are having a quiet day waiting for the nerve block to wear off and for the pain to kick in.

Mom keeps picking up her hand in the sling and dropping it. “I can’t feel it,” she says. “It’s like someone else’s hand.” Then a pause. “It is so weird.”

Other than that, she’s fine. Yay, mom!

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azzurra-astra · 1 year

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Mariner CH.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

It took little effort to get the weapon back to her abode since nobody was around to question it, and hiding it was a piece of cake. Under her bed. She arrived with little time to spare, for fifteen minutes after she got home and chose to rush into a shower, downstairs the front door slammed shut. What would she tell her brothers if they ever caught her with that spear in hand?

"Oh this? A merman gave it to me! ... Yes, you heard right! A barrel-chested merman! With Flaming Hot Cheeto arms and hair the color of red velvet cake! He's only a big asshole who wanted to rip my face off, wanna go meet him?"

Realistically, she would just tell them she found it on her hike.

Her mouth tugged into a frown when she exited her bathroom in fresh clothes, her windows shuddering, a foreboding greenish tint in the sky. The storm had arrived, she hoped that asshole merman was okay.

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Arakos was in fact, not the best off, no, he was frustrated. Using markers from his previous expedition he arrived to where he was first caught, feeling the shifting tides from the storm above. Part of him worried that the ocean already dragged the corpse - if there was one - too deep for him to follow, and he didn't want to wait it out. Nitwitted decision in hindsight with the way he came dangerously close to getting launched into a dark cavern full of slip-streams in his descent. If he could just move a little deeper, it wouldn't be so bad, or at least that's what he kept repeating to himself even while fighting the tug and sway of a few rogue currents.

Breaking free of the ocean's nasty surface grab, he found the waters freakishly went still, but he held little complaint for how creepy it was. His fins flared with alarm, a figure creeping in the rocks had craned his way and was coming fast. His mouth opened to expel a hiss, discouraging whoever it was a significant amount, to the point where he could make out pale gray skin and the shape of it's owner.

"What're you doing here, Void-mouth? Your kind stay in haunted waters." His chest thudded, the sound reverberating off the cavernous walls.

"Waters you don't dare go." The tapered, eel-like body was easily twice the length of his own, dragged behind a skeletal frame, and oblong face surrounded by a cloud of inky hair. It was a female, missing a good portion of her left limb. Her other hand was missing a pinky, a detail he skipped since she habitually kept her cloud gray limbs tucked to her chest.

Though in darkness, Arakos could make out the scar-like seams extending from the edge of this woman's mouth and down the sides of her throat. A capability unique to her sub-species, to consume prey so large you wouldn't envision, the entire underside of her gullet down to her waist a shimmering palette of extremely small scales and shallow creases.

"State your business, you had intentions to attack." He held back a snarl, drifting backwards as her body swayed like sea grass, closing in.

"I mistook you for food, I apologize." She croaked. "… Care for an exchange of names?"

It was an offer, and seeing she had no intention to follow through, he dropped his guard somewhat.

"Arakos."

"Arakos.... Haizea." Her head dipped, narrow eyes widening as they wandered his shape briefly before pin-pointing on his face.

"Why are you here? Has hunger driven you this far as well?" Her mass and drifted even closer yet, the dark, almost gradual necrotic color of her skin at the waist down bunched in the rocks she uses to anchor herself several feet away.

"No, I... Lost my weapon, I returned to search for it."

The way she moved made him shiver, even if she couldn't help it.

Lenses slid over her milky yellow scelera. "It’s rare your type comes this deep… You'll have luck then, if it's yours, on a cliff past me for another mile, there is a weapon nestled in the head of a toothy beast. It is decaying, should be easy for you to remove."

Arakos internally reeled, he did kill it after all. "I... Thank you."

Her entire body rippled, she was laughing. As her tail finally left the cluster of rocks, it's glowing end came into view, a little red light.

"You middle dwellers always make us out to be savages of legend, like it would be in our demeanor to tear at your flesh without a single shred of civility. We cannot, we will not. Our family ties may not be as pleasant as yours, but we wouldn't thrive without having some mental complexity. Your anxiousness, it's hilarious." She partially circled him, head tilted nearly upside down.

"Be that as it may, it hasn't stopped your kind from trying." His eyes never broke from her face.

"You mean the select village idiots, yes...." her smile recessed, then reappeared wider than ever. "... Are my features so encapsulating that you cannot look away~?"

There was an outstanding, ghostly beauty about her, yes, but far too unsettling in spite of himself. Her pale, ashy-gray skin stood out against black swirls of hair, the dark fins waving from her back along the seam of her progressively thinning tail. She would've possessed a set of near-black hands were they still intact.

"Don't flatter yourself." He snorted, then switched subjects. "Is food scarce further down?"

Haizea chuffed at his words, but nodded. "Fairly, we go months without food, tis normal, also my purpose here isn't for a meal alone, I'm on guard."

"For what?"

"A gargantuan prisoner, from the depths far from here. He's a rogue, a massive bastard who's been disrupting the order of things. He's killed ours, yours, and so on... He comes from a brutal concentrated population, by word of mouth, his name is Kudarus." Her expression compressed, disgust etched into her otherwise smooth face.

Kudarus…. A name meaning “Thieving Darkness.”

Arakos drifted past her, flipping to swim backwards and watch her follow him, her body as flimsy as a kelp leaf when she moved.

"Whatever is his purpose? Does he have a means to an end?"

"Any guess would be fair, he has no bounds within that void of a mind. He claims to be in search of a sunken landman's machine, one the sea and time hasn't yet lay claim, not to share the spoils but to advance his own motives. I understand that, universally, we lack many things the ones above do, but to kill and steal to achieve it...."

"On that front he's no different than other criminals, but his goals are bewildering. It sounds like he's killing those who do not want change." He piped, half distracted by the muted flashes in the canyon wall, fish hiding from them.

"I see no point in fearing the advancement of our customs, our way of living, especially when it's for the better. I suppose comfort overall is everyone's universal go-to...." She sighed, then continued. "Things must grow slowly, you can't just jet against a wave and expect to break it's might, you either follow it's motion, or you go under it to move forward."

"Perhaps he's chosen to outright breach and go through it head on, maliciously.... Not to distract from this, but, why do you follow?" He looked from over his shoulder, having grown comfortable enough to expose his back to her.

"Because, I'm not the only one posted here, my nephew is as well, and he's not so quick to relent. He is the.... ‘Bite first, speak later’ type." She chuckled.

"Wonderful." He groaned, his fins closing a little.

"That and... It's different. You're different. Not so quick to judge considering our history…. It’s quite catching, like your colors." She sounded playful and accelerated beneath him, her ribbon-like body spiraling around his shape as she widely circled him once.

"I appreciate your cadence, but I... Have someone." He casually lied to let her down gently, but her attempt did earn a chuckle.

"My apologies, but who is stupid enough to let you leave their side during times like this?" She smirked, moving below him once again.

They must've been close, since she was now on the look out, he noted.

"One who trusts me."

"True. Ah--there's the dolt now. Forgive him should he introduce himself, he's very.... Intense. Too serious, much too much like my older brother." She pointed with her severed limb below them.

Hugging the cliffs a few meters below them, was gargantuan shape, skin darker and mottled with spots. His hair was tucked back into a series of clips, not wild like theirs. His body was even longer than hers, tail softly glowing against the jagged outcropping.

Arakos' felt his eyes go wide. "He is.... massive."

"Isn't he?" She sounded proud. "He's a smidge smaller than my brother due to his age, but soon he'll be a lumbering threat to the eyes."

"I'm thankful your kind isn't as strong as you appear."

"Our jaws are weak, and our limbs are frail. Alone we lack, but in numbers we prevail~" She sang as she twirled downward part ways.

"See to it you find your weapon, and return home intact, shallow man. Your love needs not to find you in pieces." She used her good hand to usher him forward with a finger, grinning.

Her exposed teeth were longer than his, made for trapping moderate prey.

"You have my thanks, Haizea." He nodded, the strokes of his tail quickening to get him there faster.

"We find new and good things in the strangest of places~" Her voice was distant as he carried on, having turned away from him to join with her nephew.

Arakos didn't have long to travel before he could make out the shape of a jutting, small cliff. Resting upon it and covered in scavengers was the deceased predator he'd stabbed, it's body having been well degraded by passersby beings taking bites or feeding on the rotted flesh.

Most of them scattered at his approach, and resting on the other side in the silt, was his verutum. The hagfish paid him no real mind, knowing they were practically inedible to a being such as him for all their slime coating. He yanked the weapon with little resistance from it's head, feeling a sense of satisfaction and completion. It was the first weapon he'd successfully made, and carried with him for years, it'd fended off many an enemy, and caught him food. Little damage was present on the staff itself, no doubt where the animal had tried to dislodge it on the rocks and reefs frantically. Unfurling it's thin strap from a collar near it's middle, he brought it to rest over his chest and shoulder, twisting himself to head surface-ward. He care not to linger in an unfamiliar place where it was dark, disorienting, despite two relatively friendly void-mouths.

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Shelter was easy to find, but the closer he got to the surface, the more severe the sea's behavior. It was a snug hideaway, winding into a short chamber at the base of the island. Verutum securely tucked into stalagmites on the floor, he coiled his tail against the chamber walls, his sensitive hearing focused on the crashing roar of the waters above. Even in the enclosed area, the pressure was drastically different, the water still had a mild tug or push, but not enough as to rob him of sleep.

Left to his thoughts, the clan member Haizea revealed to him made him weary, what she told him churned his insides... The rogue would do best not to come here, it was a struggle enough in these times, plus his optimism told him that he'd be caught soon. He tried to ultimately switch his thoughts to something more positive, but there was very little to focus on in the recent days, except that strange little land walker.

Was she something he could regard as a positive thing?

In any sense, she had no intention to harm him but her actions thereafter would speak the loudest. He wasn't sure what her second visit to him was really about, he hoped she wouldn't make a habit of it if she ever met him again. He didn't want for her to follow him like some kind of begging animal, that would turn annoying, as also the risk of her getting attached and exposing him to her kind. While she was a reasonable exception, most land walkers were barbaric, they wouldn't hesitate to kill or take him hostage. They’d done so to the fast whales, indiscriminate of their size, they sang about the loss of family, never seen again.

Still, he did wonder what another meeting would bring, should they ever come face-to-face again. Were it left to fate, then so be it, but this storm did have him a little worried about her survival, it wasn't like this was the first one to assault the island it's inhabitants, but it was bad, very bad.

He was no stranger to coming upon landman's debris floating in the ocean after one of these maelstroms, sometimes entire portions of architecture, water crafts, gadgets, kitschy things, cables, even one of those fast land crafts with hard black wheels that were very loud. It was a big one, the back of it a rectangle with a platform for transportation of heavy things. The cabin was too small for him to fit into wholly, but he found odd items inside after he managed to force open the door, like seating made of slick foreign materials, dirty soft gloves, faded thin material with their language on it folded away in a compartment between the two front seats. He was so excited by the discovery that he incessantly pestered his older brother about it until they both ventured out to explore it. His brother, being the ever inquisitive intellectual, urged others to bring it back to the city for study. Everything about it was so.... Hardy, it was difficult to dismantle for examination, and last he checked in on it, Casul was only then getting beneath the chamber in front of the cabin.

So close to the surface he was, it was impossible not to get a front row seat to the light show, the entire ocean illuminating when lightning scrawled across the clouds above.

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Day 6 - 11.07.2022

I’m currently writing this on the plane and am already so sad that the vacation is over! It has been a wonderfully relaxing/fun trip and I can’t wait until we do another one (literally looking up flights when I get home). Yesterday was another great day, although a lot more casual. We woke up around 7:00 am and I started the day off with journaling and coffee, like usual. It’s so hard to get into a nice routine and realize that the duration only lasts as long as the trip does. Maybe I’ll start doing a regular journal when I get back to keep up the habit, who knows! After so much running around and adventure the days before, Leanna and I felt like taking our time in the morning and ended up watching an episode of Love is Blind. We decided that morning that we wanted to check out a nearby town that our Uber driver told us was really picturesque so we left with Leanna’s fam and Uncle Mike after our episode, around 10:30.

Twenty minutes later we were in Rosemary Beach which was, indeed, a very cutely decorated town with large beach-side residences. There were properties throughout the main shopping areas as well, which were almost New Orlean’s like with two stories and a front porch on the second story. At the first shopping center we went to Leanna and I split a delicious cupcake, had a Starbucks, and I got a few small things at a beach store. I always lose jewelry I buy but I’m really hoping I’ll have these pink and gold jellyfish earrings for a while. We were hungry after shopping so we decided to go to a pizza place called “Pizza by the Sea” which was amazing. I hadn’t had pizza in a longggg time so it was especially good.

After lunch we decided to go to one more shopping center a minute away which was even cuter. We went into some boutiques, a bookstore, and ended our time there with smoothies from “Charlie’s Donuts and Cafe” which everyone had been raving about. We headed back and I was absolutely exhausted for some reason when we got back to the condo so I decided to take a nap. I woke up and wanted to go back to sleep immediately so I let myself sleep for a bit longer while Leanna and her fam enjoyed the beach and pool downstairs. When I woke up I had stomach pains, most likely due to an influx of carbs and dairy. I decided I would just watch tv for a bit until the pain subsided.

Leanna came up and we both watched “The Mole” together until the last episode, where the mole was revealed! I was not expecting the mole to be who it was. I’m going to be sad that the show is over! Shortly after, it was time to leave to meet up with everyone and head over to the pier to eat our last meal together. I indulged and got a virgin pina colada and chicken Alfredo which I do not regret. Vacation! The place was called “The Back Porch” and was a great last place to all eat at. After good food and good conversation we headed back to the condos where cupcakes were waiting for us. I was proud of myself for not having one even though it was VERY tempting. I figured the cupcake and fudge I had earlier was enough for one day. We then said our goodbyes and headed back to our room to get an early night sleep as we needed to wake up at 5:00 for our 7:00 am flight the next day. And here we are, flying back right now after Uncle Mike and John dropped us off. I really don’t want this vacation to end and I know that Leanna shares my sentiment. But we had an excellent time together and I’m sure that this is a trip among many future trips that we’ll take together! Until next time… Pics:

Small cakes was the name of the cupcake shop in Rosemary Beach!

The pizza shop and “The Hidden Lantern” bookstore.

Justin and Monroe had matching soot tattoos from the movie, Spirited Away.

My virgin pina colada and chicken Alfredo.

Lele and I at the restaurant and the interior!

On the plane back home.

~Tess~

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Dead best husband dabi expects his wife to come home make him dinner and fuck his cock then spends the money she makes on beer

Tw:dubcon, misogyny, food play

It’s a tedious routine, almost like dreadful clockwork. You come home from your 9-5, take off your shoes, throw your keys on the counter, and not even before you make it into the kitchen is when his requests come out.

No, you say requests to keep yourself sane, but they’re actually thinly veiled commands.

“Where’s dinner? I’ve been waiting all day.”

“God, you look like a slut. Were they having an orgy at your work or somethin’? Is that what you were so busy doing all day? No wonder this place is a mess. Clean this shit up.”

“Hurry up, the lights broken. And you smell like shit, go wash-no, after you change the bulb.”

You have to look at your wedding photos frequently to remind yourself that he’s your husband, not some lowlife you picked up.

Except, every time you look at the pictures to evade his harsh insults and biting directions, it feels like the Dabi in your memorabilia sneers more and more rather than smiles.

It’s his permanent look, in fact, you’ve forgotten how it felt to feel a warmth in your heart when he smiled demurely at you. It’s hard to remember how his soft touch across your cheeks felt rather than the usual slap delivered to the sore skin.

When you walk in, he’s sprawled on the couch, a t.v remote in one hand and a beer in the other. He’s wearing a wife beater and shorts, absentmindedly scratching his balls when you utter a small “Hey hun.”

“Don’t you ‘hey hun’ me. Where the fuck were you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago.”

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes and immediately make your way to the kitchen, with him leaping up from the couch and tailing behind you.

“Don’t fucking walk away from me, what, you ignoring me now?”

He grabs the back of your neck and slams you face-first into the fridge, preventing you from opening the door.

“Ow! No, I was just looking for a snack-“

“-shut up. You don’t get to eat until I do, you cow. Or are you forgetting how this marriage works?”

He crushes your neck and leans forward to take a whiff of your hair.

“God, is that cologne? You cheating on me now?”

“No Dabi, we had a company lunch and I was just talking to some friends. Maybe that’s what you’re smelling.”

He lets go of you and throws you towards the sink. “Good. You better not be. If I find out some douchebag’s been putting his hands all over you I’ll slit his balls and make you eat em’.”

You grimace and wordlessly start putting pots and pans together, ignoring the rumble in your stomach. You didn’t even get a chance to take your suit off, but you don’t dare exit the kitchen until he’s had his fill yet.

He’s just hangry. That’s all there is to it.

Your husband scratches his stomach and ambles back to the living room, belching obnoxiously and running his hands through his unruly hair.

Hours go by as you slave over the stove, making his favorite desserts and dishes as your fingers begun to progressively cramp, your legs begin to burn as you stand and finish up. With him in the living room it’s easy to taste your own food and get some meager meal in between breaks, but you stop yourself from gorging without him.

Knowing Dabi, he’d measure how many cups of food you started cooking with and subtract it from how much remained now.

Even though it was your money that bought this food.

You’re at the sink a while later cleaning spoons when he strolls in again, crossing his arms and leaning against the entrance of the kitchen. He watches you for a couple minutes, sighing and humming to yourself as you scrub vigorously.

He doesn’t take in the copious amount of dishes you made, he doesn’t compliment how spotless the place looks despite all the cooking that went down here, no. Dabi stares at the way your ass wiggles while you work, the way your body bends attractively over the running sink, your tits brushing against the countertop.

You yelp and drop a small plate when you feel hands encompass your waist. His body is pressed tightly against yours, his hips lightly humping you like an eager virgin does. The force of his weight against you pushed you forward and you have to quickly grab onto the sink spout to avoid falling face first into soggy sink food.

“Dinners almost done Dabi, I’ll be out with it in a bit.”

“Mmmh, I’m not interested in eating that kind of food right now.”

He rests his head on top of yours and you barely refrain from screaming. What the hell did that mean? Wasn’t he the one harping on you earlier for not cooking fast enough?

“God, you look like a perfect slutty housewife right now. ‘M gonna fuck you.” He mutters as he begins yanking your trousers off while bending you further on the sink.

Your hands brace on the wet banister as you let him take what he wants. Last time you refused, he shoved one of his beer bottle necks into your pussy and made you ride on it.

“Dabi-Dabi, the food.” You try to tell him to move the dishes being pushed around from him manhandling you up on the counter but he doesn’t listen.

One plate goes crashing onto the floor, your Alfredo sauce mixed with porcelain bits.

“Oops,” he says not so regretfully. When your panties are successfully ripped down, he lifts your waist and lugs you onto the countertop, your upper half plastered on the cool marble.

His patched hands snake their way up your shirt and push the fabric up along with your bra while his now naked hips start pushing against your bare cunt.

Your exposed tits are squished down and you hiss as your body envelopes the cold counter. You try to lift your head up but he pushes you head back down.

“Uh-uh, no moving ‘till I’m finished. This is what you get for dropping food on the ground. In fact-“

His eyes catch a hold of the mini cakes you whipped up, and a sly grin on his face erupts as he looks from them to your quivering hole.

“Why don’t you have a taste of it? One down, a couple more plates to go!” You cry out in frustration as his hand swipes across the bar and sends the cake dish flying onto the floor.

He pays no heed to the defeating crash, just merely inspects his fingers that got some whipped cream on them while he smack the plate.

“A chef’s gotta taste her own cooking right? This cunt definitely looks hungry and oh so greedy right now too,” he pouts mockingly and traces his cream-covered fingers around your labia, roughly circling your clit and mixing the sweet food into the crevices of your pussy.

“P-please Dabi, don’t. We can do this after dinner, I’m so tired right now! I have to clean up this mess too!”

But no amount of pleading satiates the sadistic bastard. He just yanks your head back and shoves his fingers in your mouth when you open it in pain.

“Suck on ‘em real good, just like how you suck off your bosses. That’s how you get all this fuckin’ money right? You show a little ass, flash some tits, suck some old geezers off-and boom! You’ve got a nice house, and nice husband.” He leers at you as you choke on his slender digits.

Only when you feel like you’re about to vomit is when he yanks his hand out and wipes up another stray glob of frosting from the side of a testing plate. He doesn’t waste any time in working his fingers back inside you, a different hole this time however.

It feels so wrong with a massive creamy glob being pushed along your walls along with expert fingers that know your body inside out, but no matter how disgusting it is, he still finds your spongy area and begins stroking. The smooth filling glides up and down your g-spot as the pads of his fingers batter your sloppy pussy, and in no time you begin moaning.

“Oh Dabi, oh Dabi, fuck, please,-“

“Oh Dabi, oh Dabi,” he mocks cruelly, pinching your clit and squeezing your squished nipples as he pulls his fingers out right at the tip of your climax.

You try to turn around and plead for release but he doesn’t let you. Without missing a beat he takes his bricked up cock in hand and taps it on your ass before gliding in your weeping, cream covered pussy.

The moan you let out is so lewd that even a pornstar would be proud. You hate him, hate this marriage, hate the way he orders you around and looks down on you regardless of how you shower him with love and money.

But holy fuck, when his mushroom tip bangs against your womb like that and drags up and down your sensitive cavern you forget all the abuse.

Back and forth, up and down, sideways and forwards is the way you feel fucked. For someone who just sits on the couch all day you wonder how someone with such frame could fuck like a stallion, barely missing a beat.

“Hah, haaa fuck, you little whore, yeah, bring that ass back on Daddy, show him what you show those creepy fucks at work.” He pants and strikes your ass as you ricochet off his pelvis, his balls slapping your sticky labia.

You whine and try to wriggle out of his intrusion when he sneers the insult, but he merely cages you in between his arms and hunches over your bare body, pumping into you faster than before.

Your open jaw clacks as your tongue drops out in pleasure, his animalistic grunts and curses going straight into your ear and sending you over the edge.

He cums before you, groaning and dropping his dead weight over your suffocated body, not bothering to aid in your pathetic rubbing against his deflating dick.

“A little bit more, please Dabi? I’m so close honey-“

His fingers twitch next to you as he regains himself, exhaling through puffed up cheeks and yawning widely.

“Shut up. You don’t deserve to get off after the mess you made here.”

He peels his sweat-soaked body off of yours and tucks himself back into his pants, regarding the mess on the floor.

All your hard work, gone within a few minutes of ruthless fucking. Which you didn’t even get off to.

He fishes out a crumpled $10 from his musty shorts and throws it at your face like a cheap hooker would take.

“Here. Buy some Plan B and get me some beer. And you better not leave before serving me some fucking food, useless bitch.”

#scummy dabi #bnha #mha #dabi smut #mha smut #bnha smut #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #dabi #dabi imagine #dabi oneshot #scumbag dabi #tw:dubcon #tw:misogyny

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thatsarcasticgemini · 3 years

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Alone time

Ash Lynx x reader

A/n: Banana fish broke me, but writing is my coping mechanism, so...This is an AU where Ash and the reader are married and live in Japan, Ash being a model. Also, Shorter is alive cause I said do ( i would die for him to live tbh). I am so sorry for any mistakes.

Babysitting is a very challenging task, especially when the kid is a carbon copy of the most intelligent, cheeky and bratty man Eiji had ever met. Isaac Callenreese was giving the man a headache and pills were not fixing it. Sure, he knew what he was getting into and knew how much Ash and Y/N needed a break from parenting, but why on earth did he agree? At least Shorter was there to help him right?

Wrong! Shorter was like a second kid. Yelling, running, coloring, making a mess and getting little Isaac even more agitated. Just how much energy did the 5 year old have?

“Shorter, please! You are 30! Your playing days are over. You’re gonna break something and I will yell. I almost had Isaac under control, but then you came along to ruin the peace we had. Isaac come here right now or I’ll call Ash!”

“Jeez, Eiji...you almost sound like a grandpa! I haven’t seen Isaac in about a year. I missed him a lot, you know? Little gremlin did a lot of growing up!” said Shorter, with the same goofy smile he had all those years ago. Isaac was seated on the his lap, looking up at his favourite uncle with a wide grin. Based off the resemblance between him and Ash, Eiji could already sense some sort of comment coming.

“Nuh-uh. I wanna stay right here. Call dad “dad” please. And I love uncle Shorter, he’s taller, funnier and smarter than you, uncle Ji. He was telling me how dad knows how to ride a motocycle! It doesn’t get better than this!”

“Yes it does. If you stay quiet for five more minutes, I can get the rice done and I can tell you how Ash and Y/N..”

“Mom and dad, uncle Ji!”

“How mom and dad met while we eat. Does that sound nice?”

“Dunno, let me ask uncle Shorter too.” The two began whispering to each other while Eiji rolled his eyes. Just one more hour and Ash would be here to pick his spawn up. After a minute, both Shorter and Isaac nodded their heads and went to sit down at the kitche table.

Once the table was set and the rice was done cooking, Eiji put it is bowls are brought it to the table. They all dug in, but Isaac seemed to be watching Eiji with great intrest, expecting the story he was promised.

“So Ash and Y/N...”

“Mom and dad. Continue uncle Ji.”

“Mom and dad met around 9 years ago. They met here, in Tokyo, and I am proud to announce that I am the one who got them to meet up, since Y/N went to the same highschool as me. We were both on the drama club in my third year. She was about 2 years younger than me, but she was so mature. Anyway, they started dating around three months after they met. The had a really pretty relationship. You dad was so hooked he embarrassed himself in front of her on multiple ocations. They got married two years later, lived together for two more years and then you came along. You were a very loved little boy. I wish I took a picture of the face your dad made when he held you for the first time.”

“Yeah! He teared up, but don’t tell him you know. You had this little puff of blond hair on your head, it was as fluffy as the little kitty we saw this morning, if not fluffier.” Isaac had look in his eyes that Eiji had only seen once before and that was when Ash told him about Dino and his childhood. The tiny blond seemed to be so vulnarable almost like a porcelain figure.

“What about mom? Was she happy to see me?” There it was. The love Isaac, much like his father, held for her. It was like they would both die if it wasn’t for her love.

“Well of course she was. She really loves you, you know? Your mom loved you even before she had the pleasure of holding you. You have been one of her favourite people ever since she found out you were in her belly. They both love you a lot.”

“Then why am I here? Why wouldn’t they take me with them? Why do they want alone time?” Eiji couldn’t find an answer. He looked at Shorter, who still had that dumb grin.

“Well, Isaac, mom and dad need to rest every once in a while. Since mom got pregnant with your brother or sister, she hasn’t really been able to rest properly, so dad wanted alone time with her to help her rest, but I am sure they will both be so very happy to see you.”

Just like magic, there was a knock at the door, Eiji went to open it, while Isaac trailed behind him, with his little backpack in hand. The door opened to reveal Ash and the boy jumped in his arms at the speed of light.

“Wow! Hi bub! I missed you so much. How was today hmm? Did you have fun with uncle Ji and uncle Shorter? Were they nice to you?”

“Mhm, they told me how you and mama met. I miss mama, is she in the car?”

“No bub, she’s at home. She missed you too. Told me we should race all of the cars and get home in under ten minutes. We have cake.” And with that, Isaac was set back on the ground and the little boy dashed to the car.

“Damn gremlin didn’t even say bye. Here i was thinking we have something special.”

“Hi Shorter! Hi Eiji! I can’t thank you enough for tonight. She really needed it.”

“It’s ok Ash. He is a little loud and Shorter here is never truly helpful, but it’s our pleasure. Are Y/N and the baby ok?”

“Hm, not really. I mean the baby seems to be fine, but she isn’t. Throws up everything she eats. The doctor said it is because her body is getting used to the pregnancy, but this didn’t happen when we had Isaac. I’m just worried for her.”

“She’s strong. She can take it I’m sure.” Shorter nodded, agreeing with Eiji’s statement.

“I know Eiji, I’m not worried about that. Truth is she seems happy to be pregnant. She’s beaming all the time, even after she got everything she ate out, and I feel bad. I feel like she’s in pain. Her smile makes me feel even worse.” Shorter laid a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, taking his sunglasses off.

“Ash...listen to me. Y/N is someone who’s never lied to you about anything. She’s been genuine about everything. She would never fake a smile and she would tell you if she wanted to abort the baby. The fact that she’s smiling and being her bubbly self only means that the pregnacy isn’t that hard on her. Trust me Ash. I see the look in her eyes when the baby is brought up in any conversation. She’ll be fine. You’ll be a bigger family. Loosen up a little.”

“Thank you Shorter. I owe both of you a drink. I’ll call you. Thank you for babysitting again.” And with that, all three of tehm smiled at each other while Ash picked the tiny shark backpack and went back to the car.

Once inside, the older blond turned towards the younger one, smiling.

“Ready to see mom, bub?”

“Mhm! Is she feeling better?”

“Yep.”

The car ride was one of the happy moments Ash wanted to hold onto. The sang together and talked about how Shorter told Isaac about the motorcycle.

“It’s true, you know? I do know how to ride one. When you’re older, I can teach you too.”

“I wanna ride one now. I’ve seen my friends with theirs, I want one too!”

“Those are lame. I’m talking about the real ones. That’s the true fun.”

Once at home, Ash dropped everything on the floor and went to help his son hung his coat on the wall. The little boy jumped out of his red sneakers and ran down the hall yelling for his mom.

“In the kitchen baby. I was cutting you a slice of cake.It’s vanilla, since I know you like the chocolate one’s less. Where’s daddy?”

“Right behind you.” said Ash, placing his hands on her hips and swaying her a little. She turned around to give him a kiss on the cheek, but her 5 month bump got in the way, making her pull a frustred face and Ash smile even more. Isaac pushed his dad to the side a little, making grabby hands at his mom. No matter how old he acted, his real age was always given away by his gestures around his mom.

Getting his slice of cake, Isaac turned back towards the living room. Eating on the couch was never truly forbidden.

“Mama, tomorrow is Yuri’s birthday. He celebrating it at home, I have the invitation in my drawing notebook. Can I go?”

“Sure you can. we just have to go buy a gift in the morning.”

“A birthday huh? That means a little more alone time for us two.” Y/N hid her face in her husband’s neck, smiling a little. Ash’s finger went to the back of her neck, getting her to look up at him to give her a kiss, but then...

“Gross! He likes cars mama, go brainstorm on that insted of smooching dad in the kitchen!”

#ash lynx x reader #ash lynx #shorter wong #eiji okumura #banana fish

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years

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If I Fell For You (Part 5) - Date Night

Summary: The reader and Jensen go on their first fancy date together before attending a nanny happy hour the next night. The reader makes a new friend there to Jensen’s dismay but someone from the past will come along and change things between the new couple...

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Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 4,200ish

Warnings: language, lying, angst, mention of past child abuse/assault, fluff

A/N: This a rough one, not gonna lie. Enjoy!

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Friday Night

“Y/N, I’m downstairs when you’re ready,” said Jensen through your closed bedroom door.

“I’ll be there in five,” you said.

“See you in fifteen,” he chuckled before he walked away. You walked back into your bathroom, looking over your hair in a bun. It looked like a freaking messy bun actually. You should have done it down and in big flowy waves instead. You pouted and smoothed out your dress. Of course you were bloated and you’d nicked your leg more than once shaving earlier.

“It’s Jensen,” you said to yourself, taking a deep breath. “He’s never even seen you in makeup before. You’re fine. He’s not gonna say anything.”

You forced yourself out of the bathroom and slipped on your heels, your clutch in your hand. You wobbled for a step or two on the carpet but did better once you were out in the hardwood hall. Ten seconds later you were downstairs, heading over to the foyer area.

“All set?” you asked, Jensen spinning around. He smiled as he stared, eyes looking you up and down more than once, not even trying to hide it.

“Y/N, you look pretty,” said Arrow as she rushed in from the family room.

“Yes she does,” said Jensen. “We’ll be home soon, okay?”

“Okie dokie,” she said, wandering off with a little wave.

Half an hour later you were sat at a table in a very nice restaurant, Jensen tugging on his collar. His cheeks were slightly pink but it wasn’t from the cold outside.

“So...what’s a good wine?” you asked, sliding the drink list over to him. “I’m not really good with the names.”

“You like red or white?” he asked.

“Normally red,” you said. “You?”

“I like a Merlot,” he said. “You like dry?”

“Sure,” you said.

“We’re not going dutch tonight you know right. This is all on me.”

“We can go dutch, Jensen.”

“I asked you out and this is fancy, even for me. My treat, okay?” he asked.

“Alright,” you said, looking around the restaurant and over in the distance to the bar. “You know I could go for a lemon drop actually.”

He smirked and set the list down, a waiter coming by. He ordered a gin and tonic for himself while you got your cocktail, Jensen breaking off part of a breadstick from the basket.

“Bread’s good,” he said with his mouth full.

“So. Ackles,” you said, picking up a piece and tearing off a chunk with your teeth. He stared and started to laugh to himself. “Ah, there’s my sweet guy.”

“Thought you were gonna say boyfriend for a second.”

“This is our second official date,” you said. “So. Boyfriend.”

“Yes girlfriend?” he chuckled.

“What’s an appetizer look like in a place like this? Like a tiny cube of cheese with some dressing they’re gonna charge twenty bucks for or something like that?”

“You’re goofy,” he said, a big smile stuck on his face. “Uh, they probably have something like that. There’s normally some kind of bread olive oil bowl option.”

“Fancy people eat like a starving college student apparently,” you said. He tried to hide his laugh as your waiter brought over the drinks and a pair of menus. “Excuse me but can you recommend an appetizer? We’re both new to town and are wondering what you think is a good choice.”

“You can’t go wrong with our sourdough and seasoned oil dipping sauce,” he said. You glanced at Jensen and smiled. “The artichoke spinach dip and tartar crackers are also quite lovely.”

“Do you have anything with a little more substance? We’re quite starving,” said Jensen.

“The fried calamari and crab cake poppers combo is a great option,” he said.

“What’s calamari?” you asked.

“Squid, miss,” said the waiter.

“We’ll have that combo,” said Jensen.

“Perfect. I’ll put that in and be back shortly to get your dinner orders,” he said. He took off and you made a face at Jensen.

“Squid?” you asked.

“It’s fried. Trust me, it’s pretty good,” he said. “I could go for a good steak. You see a filet on here yet?”

“Uh,” you said, eyes scanning the page and seeing most everything was something you’d never heard of.

“There it is,” he said. “I’m getting that and scalloped potatoes. See anything you want to try?”

“Uh, why does half of this seem like it’s a foreign language to me?” you asked. Jensen looked at his menu and chuckled.

“That would be because it’s in French. We’re in Canada and this is a french restaurant.”

“Oh. Gotcha,” you said. He got up and leaned over the back of your chair, glancing at the page.

“These are soups and salads,” he said, pointing near the top. “Sandwiches. Pasta. Main dishes down here.”

“Uh, maybe pasta?” you said. He knelt down and read off the dishes to you one by one, your waiter returning by the time he was just finishing.

“Anything I can assist you with?” he asked.

“I’ll have the fettuccine alfredo with chicken please,” you said, handing the menu to him, Jensen returning to his seat.

“Face principale?” he asked. You stared at Jensen and he smiled.

“She doesn’t speak French,” said Jensen.

“My apologies miss. What would you like for your main side dish?” asked the waiter. “Steamed vegetables, scalloped potatoes, lobster bisque-”

“I’ll have the vegetables,” you said. Jensen ordered and the waiter went to get your appetizer, a sad smile on his face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think twice about the French thing.”

“Kinda hot that you know French,” you said. “I should try to learn it if we’re gonna be up here for a few months.”

“I’m an idiot and I learned it so you’ll do just fine picking it up,” he said.

“So where’d you learn in the first place?”

“I’m stuffed,” you said, plopping your napkin from your lap onto the table awhile later. Jensen took the last bite of the piece of mouse pie, licking his lips as he finished. “This might have been the best alfredo I’ve ever had.”

“I enjoyed it. Mostly I enjoyed listening to you talk,” he said. You blushed and looked away, Jensen letting out a small hum. “It’s funny. Doesn’t really feel like just a second date, does it.”

“No, not really,” you said. “I guess that’s what happens when you’re friends first.”

“Well I definitely like being friends with you,” he said.

“Me too, Jensen.”

“Want to get out of here?” he asked. You smiled and nodded, the two of you outside a few minutes later wrapped up in your coats. Your feet were cold in just your heels, Jensen’s arm wrapping around your waist when you almost slipped more than once. It was slow going back to the car, especially when it started to snow lightly.

“You know, that dress would still look hot with winter boots,” he chuckled.

“Sorry,” you said.

“No apology necessary. I got freaking dress shoes on and my feet are cold. I can’t imagine how you’re holding up,” he said.

“The perils of being a woman,” you said.

“Well, no need to impress me is all I’m saying. I ain’t looking at your feet anyways,” he said.

“Oh well in that case I’ll wear some nice baggy sweats next date.”

“Please do,” he said.

“You really don’t care, do you.”

“I think you look beautiful tonight. But I think you look beautiful every night. You did your hair and makeup and this is stunning, don’t get me wrong. But she’s not more beautiful than the girl at home with hair tossed up all messy walking around in oversized shirts and leggings. It’s like flowers. Both are pretty but one isn’t more pretty than the other.”

“Where the fuck did I find you?”

“At my house,” he chuckled. You whacked his arm and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Almost back to the car. I’ll blast the heat for us when we’re in there.”

“Thanks Jensen.”

“Thank you for the date, honey. I mean it. We’ll do it again sometime. Promise.”

Saturday Night

“Your boyfriend seems pissed,” said Brandon. You sipped up the last of your beer, glancing over to the bar where Jensen was tapping his finger.

“He’s fine,” you said. “So any good parks around the west side of town?”

“Center Grove is always my choice. Good playground, nice area, cops routinely are around. Parking can kinda be a bitch sometimes but it’s worth it in my opinion. My kids love it.”

“You’ve been their nanny for five years you said?”

“Mhm,” he said, knocking back the last of his drink. “Shawn’s mom is their mom’s best friend.”

“Oh. So you had an in already.”

“You know long term gigs are the way to go in this job,” he said. “Not too many American girls come up here. Your accent is cute.”

“Is it, eh?” you chuckled.

“Like I’ve never heard that one before,” he said, Jensen walking back with two beers and a clenched jaw.

“You okay?” you asked as he sat it down in front of you.

“I’m fine,” he said, taking a long sip. Brandon slid off his seat and made a face.

“I need a refill anyways. Nice meeting you Y/N. We gotta hang some time,” he said as he walked away.

“For sure,” you said, Jensen rolling his eyes behind his back. “Jensen what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he said.

“Well you obviously have a problem with Brandon.”

“I don’t have a problem with him. I have a problem with my girlfriend flirting with another guy.”

“I was not flirting. I’m trying to make new friends. It was your idea to come to this thing tonight anyways.”

“Whatever,” he scoffed.

“Excuse me?”

“In case I wasn’t clear, I’m not the kind of guy where I’m okay with you dating multiple people at once. I don’t get that not exclusive shit.”

“I’m with you and only you. I was being nice. Geez, let’s just go,” you said. You got up and pulled your coat on, bumping into a guy on the way out. He turned and apologized, staring at you a little long.

“Y/N?” he asked, a big smile on his face. “My Y/N?”

“Dad?” you said, his face much older looking than you remembered but his eyes still the same.

“Dad?” said Jensen. You brushed past your dad and outside, Jensen hot on your heels.

“Y/N,” your dad said as he left the bar.

“Stay away from me,” you said. “Jensen I want to go home right now.”

“What-”

“Right fucking now!”

He held up his hands and you walked around the block to the car, getting inside and Jensen taking off.

“So your dad’s alive huh,” he said. You stared out the dark window with crossed arms. “So is everything I know about you bullshit?”

“What?”

“Is literally anything you’ve ever told me true? Your dad obviously didn’t die when you were a kid. All those late night talks about family and shit, you just like to fuck with people or something?”

“I was not flirting with Brandon you asshole. You didn’t need to know my whole life story the second I meet you.”

“Oh. Okay. Just your fake life story then, huh?” he said. You shook your head as he got stuck at a red light. “If I can’t trust you, I can’t employ you let alone date you.”

“Whatever,” you said. He drove in silence until you were out of the city, going along quieter roads. You were close to the house when he suddenly turned right towards the local park and stopped in the lot, putting the car in park. He touched your arm and you turned, Jensen leaning over and kissing you roughly, far more roughly than you thought he was capable of. You blinked when he pulled back, Jensen looking you up and down.

“He won’t hurt you.”

“What?”

“Did he walk out on you and your mom?” he asked. “You told him to stay away from you. Sort of shouted it at him. Maybe you lied but maybe...I’m sorry I got jealous of Brandon. I’m still scared and I think you’re still scared too and that’s okay. If you lied about your dad, I’m gonna trust you have a good reason for it. I’m sorry for what I said. I trust you and I don’t want to know what my life is like without you in it.”

“It’s okay,” you said quietly. “I forgive you.”

“You don’t have to tell me what happened,” he said. “We can just go home, okay?”

“Why’d you pull over?”

“Because I knew I didn’t mean it and I knew I overreacted. I said I’d mess up when we started. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this. I’m 42 with three kids. Brandon is thirty and young and stronger than I am and can go out to the bar whenever he wants. You have options. You don’t have to settle for me.”

“If I’d wanted to settle, I’d have married my ex. What I wanted was the guy that forgives me for not telling him the whole story cause I’m not ready to say it. I want the guy that makes me happy and feel like I have a teenage crush but it’s deeper than that. You’re not the settle for option, Jensen. Why don’t you get that?”

“The last time I felt like this, I married the girl,” he said quietly. “That didn’t turn out so well.”

“You didn’t get the time you deserved with her. It doesn’t mean it ended badly. You loved her and she knew it. She wants you to be happy again, whether it’s me or somebody else.”

“See? That’s the shit that tells me...it tells me to keep falling for you. I’m so sorry for how I acted tonight.”

“I lied about my dad and not a little white one either,” you said with a nod. You turned away and felt his hand on your cheek. “So much of what I told you was a lie.”

“You don’t have to tell me the truth right now, Y/N.” He stroked your cheek and you glanced over, meeting his soft green eyes.

“My mom died giving birth to me,” you said, Jensen nodding. “He hated me for it. Hated me. He would hurt me when I was a toddler. When I was four he started doing...other things.”

“Four?” he breathed out.

“I didn’t know it wasn’t normal. Not until I started school. I was scared though so I never said anything. One of my friends mom’s realized what was going on when I was over playing one day. He went away and lost custody. I went into foster care briefly and got adopted when I was eight. Single mom who’d lost her husband young. That’s my mom. She was a kind person. Ray was always good to her and to me. But I asked him not to adopt me after she was gone and he knew it was because I was still scared of a dad again. Being a nanny, I’ve met fathers that look at me and I just know what was going through their head. I reported him and kinda fucked up their family situation but-”

“That was the right thing to do,” he said.

“I know it was. I’ve just...I’ve had more than one guy and even a woman walk in on me changing or into my bathroom and it’s like, she’s just the help, nobody cares. They don’t touch so it’s like...what can I even do? Then my house before this one, the guy tried getting in my shower with me and I shoved him and he broke his arm and I just don’t understand why so many people think I’m just a piece of meat. Even my ex never got why it bothered me so much. They didn’t touch me so what was wrong with it? He just didn’t get it. He would get mad if I wasn’t in the mood for sex. Nobody ever fucking gets it except you who I lied to and pissed off tonight and without a word of an explanation why, you say you won’t let somebody hurt me. Do you get why you’re the opposite of fucking settling Jensen?”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“I know you won’t Jensen.”

“How?”

“Because you’re a good person. You’re so gentle and kind. I know you’re strong and tough but I see it everyday. You should never be worried about how your kids will turn out. If they are half as good as you are they’ll be fucking great people. Your daughters aren’t gonna put up with shit and your son is gonna be kind to everyone and say fuck you to the toxic guys out there. I can already tell the kind of person you are through them and it’s a good one. A really good one.”

“I’m not the only good person in their lives,” he said. You sniffled and looked down, Jensen’s hand sliding under your chin and tilting it up. “You don’t have to apologize for not telling me all of that. Never apologize for not telling me that. Okay?”

“I never told anyone about…the other stuff,” you said, wanting to look down but Jensen’s hand holding your chin up.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m sorry it took you so long to find people that would protect you.”

“You mean…” He nodded and dropped his hand away, running it over your head. “You’re not gonna like, go back and kick his ass are you?”

“Want me to? I’m very tempted at the moment,” he said.

“I just want to go home. I could use one of those hugs right now.”

“Do you want to stay with me tonight? Just to stay, nothing more.” You nodded and he kissed your forehead, a tiny smile crossing your face. Ten minutes later you were home and the babysitter was gone, Jensen pulling you into his room next to yours. You blew your nose in his bathroom and washed off your face, lifting your head to find a pair of your pajama shorts and one of his shirts on the vanity beside you. He smiled as he ducked out, leaving you to change. You let your hair down and took off your bra before you walked out and saw his blanket on the opposite side of the bed. “Warm enough?”

You spun around as he walked inside and you nodded, Jensen pulling you into a hug.

“I’m sorry for how I was at the bar,” you said.

“I was the one that overreacted, not you,” he said. You felt goosebumps on your arms and he pulled away to turn up the heat, nodding over to the bed. The covers were flung back and you climbed underneath, Jensen getting in on his side. His arm wrapped over your waist and pulled your chest close to his, face only inches away. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore. No one will hurt you again. I promise.”

You moved closer to him, resting your forehead against his.

“Remember last Saturday when we were on the trampoline and you talked about those safety nets,” you said.

“Yes, I do.”

“You’re a really good net,” you said softly.

“So are you,” he murmured. He kissed the tip of your nose and you shut your eyes. “What’d you want to be when you were little?”

“A princess,” you said. He chuckled and you smiled. “I wanted a prince to come take me away and everything would be just fine.”

“Really?”

“Princesses were always happy at the end of the movie,” you said. “They got the boy and they were happy. Then I grew up and prince charming doesn’t exist.”

“Cause you’re not a damsel in distress. You didn’t need the prince to save you.”

“But the prince would have made life so much easier.”

“I’m partial to badass princesses myself,” he said. You opened your eyes and he was smiling.

“I’ve never noticed your freckles before.”

“They come out more when I spend some time in the sun.” You moved a hand up and traced under his eye, Jensen nuzzling into his pillow. “Make you a deal. If the badass princess saves me, the scared prince will save her too.”

“Okay,” you said. You kissed him lazily, Jensen smiling through it.

“Do you want to be a nanny forever?”

“Not forever. It’s an easy way to feel like you have a family when you don’t.”

“Now you do,” he said.

“Jensen you don’t know if this will work out.”

“I do and you do and we’ll take it slow anyways,” he said. “Which is why I’m asking do you want to be a nanny forever.”

“Why?”

“Because maybe someday I won’t need one,” he said.

“I thought about being an elementary school teacher when I was eighteen for a hot second.”

“You did? You’d be amazing.”

“Pay in Texas is crap though. I make more as a nanny.”

“If money wasn’t an issue though, would you want to be a teacher still?”

“Anything at all?” you asked, Jensen nodding, nose brushed against yours. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“You okay?” he asked, reluctantly letting you out of bed.

“I’m good. I want to show you something,” you said. You slipped out of the room and down the hall to the playroom, picking up a book. Jensen was sat up in bed when you returned and crawled under the covers. You handed him the book and he smiled.

“I don’t remember buying this,” he said, flipping it over. “There’s no serial code on it.”

“You can’t buy it. I wrote a children’s book and printed a few copies for myself,” you said.

“You wrote a book?” he asked, flipping through it. “Did you draw this?”

“Yeah,” you said, Jensen staring at you. “I don’t know if it’s any good. I never tried publishing it.”

“You want to write children’s books, don’t you?” he said, starting to read the story.

“I have a number of them written out. I would make up the stories for kids at bedtime and decided to write them down. It’s kinda like whinnie the poo, that age group, you know? Same group of characters but different stories,” you said.

“These are adorable,” he said, turning another page. You were quiet while he read through for a few minutes, Jensen smiling when he shut the book. “I’ve never read a children’s book where they deal with the loss of a parent.”

“The kids really like it,” you said.

“You should publish this. Seriously. It’s cute and I’m a grown ass man and it made me feel better about Dee.”

“It’s just a story,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck.

“I make stories for a living. This whole place would fall apart without stories. This is good. You should consider trying to get it published.”

“Maybe if that nanny job doesn’t work out I will,” you said.

“Do you mind if I keep this?” he asked.

“Not at all. I gave it to JJ in the first place.”

“Thanks. I want to read this to the twins tomorrow,” he said. He set it on the nightstand and slid back down, pulling you with him. “Why’d the mom fox die in the story? I would have expected the dad wolf considering…”

“Wish fulfillment for a nice father,” you said. “Plus I like drawing the wolf.”

“I like him. He’s fluffy,” chuckled Jensen. “Is that why you asked if I carry a picture of my kids when we met?”

“I’m done with asshole parents. If they treat their kids like shit they sure as hell aren’t gonna treat me any better. You seemed like a good guy. Good guys tend to do that kind of thing.”

“I’m not always good.”

“Yeah, you are,” you said. You shut your eyes and nuzzled close to him, Jensen letting out a soft hum. “You okay? With me being here.”

“Very. Feeling better after everything that happened?”

“Mhm,” you said. “I’m still sorry I lied to you.”

“Did you ever lie about your mom?” he asked. “I mean aside from the fact she adopted you, did you lie about her?”

“No.”

“Then you didn’t lie, not really. I’m sorry it came out like that. You should have been able to tell me in your own time.”

“You still would have been angry,” you said.

“I still would have come to my senses too. I’m not perfect. I never was.”

“I don’t want someone perfect,” you said. Your head rested against his chest and you let out a soft sigh.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said. He kissed the top of your head and tucked it under his chin, adjusting the blankets once before he stilled.

“Goodnight, Jensen.”

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