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RESIDENCY: SECOND CHANCES (AN OPEN HEART FIC): PART TWO

Pairing: MC (Jordynne Holland) X Ethan Ramsey X Bryce Lahela; MC X Bryce; MC X Ethan. Please note that both pairings are present in this fan fiction — off & on, at the same times, and the relationships do ebb & flow. Please keep this in mind. Thank you.

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Chapter Rating: T (drinking, swearing)

Word Count: 5000+ (its a big one)

Description: Bryce and Jordynne have time together to explore what everything happening between them means, since Ethan is away in the Amazon finding his own answers.

Disclaimer: Characters, storyline, and parts of the dialogue are taken from Pixelberry’s Choices. They fully own the characters, dialogue, backgrounds, etc. MC Jordynne’s background is my own creation, based loosely off of MC in-game’s personality and provided with more details.

Author’s Note: Well this took much longer than expected! With everything happening in the world, I found it harder and harder to take that personal time for myself to get away and write. But I eventually carved out time for it, and it felt nice to get back into the perspectives of Jordynne, Bryce and Ethan. This fic has a lot of little moments and memories from Book 1 (and fic 1) that can turn into big moments for these characters in the future <3

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Previous Updates: Residency — Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen Part Eighteen Part Nineteen Part Twenty

Residency: Second Chances -- Part One

Chapter 2

The golden liquor coated her pink lips, turning them shiny. They pursed together, licking the excess off as she lowered the shot glass to the table with a loud bang.

The sound snapped Bryce back to reality — and he swallowed hard as she watched Jordynne throw her head back and laugh.

She was in full force tonight. Her big laugh echoing in the bar. Her perfect, wide smile drawing everyone in. Her wild, blonde hair being thrown over her shoulder.

Sometimes he wondered if she was really from this world.

“Let’s get more!” Her voice was much higher than usual — a good note that she was getting more and more intoxicated.

“C’mon Jordy, let’s pace ourselves.” He suggested, grabbing onto her wrist gently.

“Pace ourselves?! Do I look like a beginner to you? Come on!” She put out her bottom lip at him, looking up at him with giant puppy dog eyes.

It was like a punch to the gut — she could get whatever she wanted with that look. Dammit.

Before he could reply, Jackie came to the table with a tray of more shots and Jordynne greedily grabbed two of them.

“Whoa, Holland’s on a roll tonight,” Jackie said as she slid into the booth, passing out the remaining glasses.

“She’s on something.. that’s for sure,” Sienna said to them, a hand in front of her mouth.

At the sound of the next song coming on, she jumped onto her leather seat in the booth. “This song! This song!!”

He couldn’t even hear it over the crowd. But he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her excitement.

She crawled over Sienna and jumped out of the booth, landing with surprising dexterity for the amount of liquor she had consumed. “Come on dance with me.” She stretched her tan fingers over to him, “Please.”

“Okay,” He agreed — maybe a little too easily.

He grabbed onto her warm fingers, letting her pull him to the dance floor with surprising strength.

He watched her jump up and down for a moment — her blonde hair flicking around wildly. He let out a laugh, before mimicking her movements — his tan arms raised above his head as they danced recklessly in the crowd.

She joined in with his laugh — flashing her white teeth at him in a brilliant smile. He gulped as she moved closer to him. He could still smell her, even in the old bar — orange blossoms, vanilla, and jasmine. He could get drunk off of that scent.

His heart fluttered as she grabbed onto him casually, pulling him into her to dance more closely. Bryce was suddenly overwhelmed being this close to her — he felt dizzy, and it wasn’t from the liquor.

Jordynne Holland was intoxicating. And addicting.

His dark eyes settled on her mouth, how much closer it was getting to his as she swayed in front of him.

“Jordy...” He breathed out, stepping away from her.

“What?” Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she looked up at him — her green eyes fluttering. She stepped forward and carefully wrapped her arms around his neck. “I just wanna have some fun. You’re fun. You like fun. Remember fun?” Her pink lips stretched into a smile.

He felt his stomach twist and tug and flutter all at once.

Bryce so badly wanted to give in — to crash his lips onto hers, to hold her back. But he didn’t know where all of this was coming from. Things were still so messy — and right now, she was messy. There had to be something that caused it.

“I know — I just —,” He hesitantly put his hands on her waist, steadying her movements, “Are you sure, you’re okay?”

“I’ve never been better Bryce Lahela. Now dance with me.” She replied, tightening her hold on him as she pushed her body up against his.

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Ethan watched the light through his window dim as the plane flew into a series of clouds — the pages of his book in his lap suddenly becoming harder to read.

Letting out a sigh, he put his head back on his headrest — leaning against it as he looked over his shoulder and out of the window.

He eyed the empty spot next to him — a placeholder for his leather bag this time. He tried hard to not go there — to think about the last time he was at the airport, on an airplane, who was with him. If he started down that road, it would make everything harder.

So he ignored the subtle reminder — repressing the memory and averting his eyes from the empty chair.

“Hi sir,” A brunette flight attendant pulled a cart up near his seat, “Due to the length of the flight you will be provided an in-flight meal. It will be arriving shortly. Would you like a beverage to go with it? Spirits? Wine?” He gestured to the cart.

Ethan swallowed as he eyed it — the little bottles of alcohol clinking together as the flight attendant shifted the cart.

It was tempting. It could be another way to repress memories in the long flight. To calm any gears that started winding.

He cleared his throat, putting on a polite smile, “Can I actually just have a coffee?”

“Of course, sir.” He poured the hot beverage and carefully passed it to him. “I’ll be back with your meal.”

Ethan took a sip and grimaced slightly. It was terrible. And he had to force another thought down as he thought of who else would grin and bear it with him.

But it was just a coffee. He’ll get over this.

He can get over this. He could do this.

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The slightest crack of one of her eyes caused Jordynne to groan in pain. Her head was pounding — and even the little trickle of light coming through the blinds was killer.

Blinking over and over, she finally was able to open her green eyes fully. She was in her bedroom — how she got there? She wasn’t entirely sure.

The previous night was a blur. She remembered taking an uncertain amount of tequila shots and dancing. So much dancing — her feet were killing her.

Letting out another groan, she shifted onto her side but froze when she felt resistance next to her. Moving her head, her eyebrows raised as she saw Bryce laying next to her — sleeping soundly. He was still wearing his jeans and t-shirt — his arms folded around himself carefully as he slept on top of her white duvet.

Her eyebrows furrowed together — a deep line forming in her forehead. Now that she didn’t remember. Peaking under the duvet, she realized she was still wearing clothes — her boyfriend briefs and shirt were clinging to her body. Her mind started whirling as she attempted to connect the dots.

“Hey,” Bryce’s groggy voice whispered next to her, “You okay?”

She chewed on the inside of her cheek — praying that it was too dark in the room for him to see how embarrassed she looked, “I’m— I’m pretty rough.”

“I would imagine so. You consumed enough tequila to get you, me, and Sienna drunk.”

“Ugh.” She groaned.

“And I’m sure spending two hours on your bathroom floor probably didn’t help.”

“Nooo...” Her face felt hot as it flushed with embarrassment.

He let out a quiet chuckle, “Oh yeah. Held your hair back and everything.”

She wasn’t sure if she had ever hated herself more then that moment. “Ugh, I’m so sorry Bryce.”

“Don’t be — I didn’t mind.” She gulped as she felt his practiced hand rub her shoulder.

“I’m sure that’s not what you signed up for when we decided to go out last night.”

“I mean, I went to hang out with you. And we did hang out..” His voice trailed off for a moment, “I just didn’t imagine it would be on your bathroom floor with your head hanging off your toilet.”

“Haha,” She hesitated for a moment, “Did we — Did I say anything? Or... I dunno, try anything?”

“Oh yeah,” He let out a little chuckle again, “Drunk Jordy is chaaaatty. And handsy.”

“Oh.”

“I didn’t — we didn’t do anything. You just tried to kiss me a couple of times.” He mumbled a little.

“I’m sorry.” She apologized again.

“People have done crazier things then try to kiss someone while drunk on Tequila.” He reassured.

“I know, I— But we never—“

He interrupted her, “S’okay Jordy.”

“Thanks for staying with me.” She whispered. And she meant it. As complicated as it was, she was glad Bryce was there. He was always there for her.

She felt the bed shift as he turned on his side to face her, “What kind of doctor would I be if I didn’t take care of you?”

“I live in a house full of doctors.” She could feel how close his face was to hers.

“Ha — right.” She could see his sheepish smile in the dim light. “I just needed to know you were okay.”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, of course.” She lied — a little too easily.

“I just — I haven’t seen you like that before. You were drinking hard. Did something happen?”

She shook her head against the pillow, “I just wanted to let loose. Celebrate surviving my first week back. I just went a little bit too hard.”

“That’s the only reason?”

“Yeah.” She did her best to hide the lie, suppressing the memory of Ethan walking away in the parkade, “So what to do I gotta do to convince you to drag my ass out for some breakfast?”

“No convincing necessary.”

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He fell into a routine a lot easier than he thought he would. The repetition was nice — satisfying after the continuous curve balls life had thrown at him over the past year.

There was still chaos here — it was still a medical crisis. But it wasn’t anything that Ethan couldn’t handle.

He spent most of his days in their temporary clinic — diagnosing cases. In the evenings he would spend time with other team leaders, discussing measurements and tactics for preventing further cases. During their free time, he would usually see himself to his room — avoiding the socialization hours around the campfire. He rarely spoke to his colleagues in Boston, why would he do it in the Amazon.

One of the local doctors had told him his Portuguese was improving. A compliment that Ethan heartily took as he was teaching himself from the little pocketbook in his messenger bag and repetition with the locals.

Most nights by the time his head hit the pillow he was too exhausted to think. For the gears to start winding. For memories and thoughts to resurface from the far depths of his mind. And if they did — he forced them away. Closing his eyes with knitted brows, until sleep overcame him. And then he would wake up to do it all over again.

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“Wow, it’s been a while since I was in here,” Jordynne smirked as she stepped into a familiar supply closet.

Bryce had texted her during her break — asking to meet her there. She didn’t have to ask which one he meant — she knew. The supply closet from the first day they met. From where she had dropped all of her usual guards and kissed a stranger.

The smirk fell off of her face when she saw Bryce’s expression. It was serious — his usual megawatt smile was nowhere in sight. “Wh—what’s going on?”

He took a steadying breath before he spoke, “Jordynne, when did you know?”

“Know what?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

“That Ethan was gone. That he was leaving again.”

Her mouth opened slightly, but nothing came out. She didn’t know what to say.

He let out a sigh — taking her silence as an answer. “Is that why you got like that? At Donahue’s? You literally drunk enough to make yourself sick.”

“I— I was upset.” She explained, stepping a little closer to him, “I didn’t know what else to do — I just didn’t want to deal with it.”

“Have you dealt with it?” He asked back, his voice sharp, “You lied to me. I asked you what was really going on. And you lied.” His brown eyes stared deeply into her green eyes — studying her.

“I— I can’t talk to you about him, Bryce.” She wrapped her arms around her torso, folding in on herself. “I know you tell me I can but I— I just can’t.” Her eyes dropped down to her shoes.

“Why not?”

“Because it isn’t fair!” She raised her voice, her jaw clenched tightly, “Bryce, every time something bad happens with Ethan I run to you. When I didn’t want to admit to myself how I felt about him, I went to you. When he rejected me, when he quit, when he flew to a different continent literally just to get away from me. I keep boomeranging back to you Bryce. And it’s not fair.”

The small space of the supply closet turned quiet as they both thought.

Jordynne broke the silence as she finally looked back up at him, her voice croaking out, “So no I don’t want to talk to you about Ethan. Because it reminds me of what an atrocious person I am.”

“You’re not a bad person Jordynne.” Bryce shook his head at her, reaching a tan hand out and brushing a piece of her hair away.

She closed her eyes at his touch, doing her best to not lean into it, “I am Bryce. I have been to you.“

“I think... I think that you’re human. And things got complicated. And that I decided it was worth the complication — your feelings and relationship with Ramsey included.” He used a knuckle to raise her chin, putting her attention back on him, “But I need you, to be honest with me. Is there something between us? Or did I just invent that?”

“No.. of course there is Bryce. But I... but there’s something between Ethan and I too. Or there was.” She grabbed onto his hand, holding onto it as she took a deep breath. “You’re one of my best friends Bryce. And you’re more than that. And that’s why I need to say this. I think we should stop the “more” between us. For now. Until I — until I can figure how to stop complicating everything. And I can’t do that if we ...”

“Okay.” He said, interrupting her with his honey voice. He was nodding at her — his dark eyes focusing on her as he placed his steady hands on her shoulders.

She let out the breath she was holding, staring up at him in disbelief, “Okay? Just like that. Why are you so agreeable?”

“Puppy dog remember?” He gave her a half-smile, his long hair falling into his eyes as he looked down for a moment. “I’d thought you would’ve figured out by now I’m not going anywhere, Jordy.”

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Ethan hesitated for a moment — looking at the group of people sitting and chatting by the fire. He could join them — if he wanted.

Shaking his head, he plopped himself down on a stool on the edge of the campsite. Tucked away, and out of sight.

He pulled out the pocket-sized translation book from his chest pocket and started thumbing through it in the dim light from nearby lanterns.

“May I?” A voice asked from behind him.

Ethan stifled the sigh that almost escaped him. Straining his neck, he turned to see Dr. Adébáyọ̀ standing sheepishly, waiting for his response next to the empty stool beside him. He grunted in response, closing his book and slipping it back into his pocket.

The pair sat in silence for a moment, staring off at the distant campfire and taking sips of their drinks from their steel water bottles.

“Do you mind me asking why you came here, Dr. Ramsey?” The other doctor's voice broke the silence.

Ethan furrowed his brows, “Why?”

“I’m curious.” He shrugged, looking over to him.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

“But satisfaction brought it back.” The man retorted quickly. “Humor me.”

Ethan remained silent — keeping his eyes on the lid of his water bottle.

“Okay — I’ll go first. I came here to practice, of course. Help with research. But I came here for selfish reasons too.” Dr. Adébáyọ̀ settled into his seat as he spoke. “My family emigrated from Nigeria when I was 8. We lived in the UK, Canada, America. We traveled all over the world. But never South America. My father died last Spring. He always wanted to come here. So I signed up for him. It’s sentimental but — I’m glad I did.” He smiled up at the night sky that was glittering with white stars.

“I’m sorry about your father.” Ethan finally replied, looking over at his comrade.

“Me too,” He nodded, a sad smile on his face. “So are you going to tell me why the Ethan Ramsey left his fancy office in Edenbrook for tents in the Amazon?”

The Ethan Ramsey.

He hated that.

He hid his white-knuckled fists at his sides. “I am a diagnostician. I came to diagnose and treat Malaria and other ailments.” He used his practiced voice.

“And that’s it? You are a doctor and nothing else. What are you running from?”

Ethan remained silent for a long moment. He had been avoiding thinking about it this entire time. Why he had flown all the way out here. Abandoned his regular life to sit in a tent all day in the Amazon.

Out of sight, out of mind.

But he could feel his stomach twisting — a gnawing.

“Not what.”

“Hmm?” The other man was so shocked at him speaking, he barely heard him.

“Not what. Whom— whom I’m running from.” He let out a heavy sigh.

“I see. And this person... They are family?” Dr. Adébáyọ̀ asked with a raised brow.

He shook his head.

“Ah, I see. Matters of the heart.” He span around on his stool, so he was facing him more, “You are not together anymore?”

“We — we never got the chance to be together in the first place. Not really. She — we’re coworkers.” He admitted.

“That could be complicated.”

“And when I get back I’ll be her boss.”

“That’s more complicated.”

“Yes.” His voice was barely a whisper as he admitted this all out loud.

“What are you going to do? Coming here is doing what?” He questioned — his eyebrows furrowed as he studied Ramsey in the dim light.

“Delaying the inevitable.” He took a swig from his water bottle, gulping it down, “I’ll have to face her eventually.”

“And when you do?”

He avoided the question, “I just keep thinking to myself what if things were different. If she worked at a different hospital, if we met at a conference instead...”

“Do you want to hear something that was told to me? The universe sends us exactly what we need, right when we need it.”

Ethan let out a sad laugh, remembering Teresa saying the same words to him. “A patient told me the same thing once.”

“And is she? What you need, right when you needed it?”

Ethan thought to the past year. He couldn’t have handled Delores without her. She helped him process and navigate the Naveen situation. Hell, she saved the man too.

She grounded him — brought him back down to Earth. Yet had never had more ups and downs in his life before meeting Jordynne Holland.

He couldn’t have planned for any of it. But he wouldn’t take it back either.

“She — she’s everything I need that I never knew I wanted.“

“It sounds like you have an answer.”

“I don’t — because I’m not what she needs.” Ethan hung his head back for a moment, pursing his lips as he looked up at the inky black sky.

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She had forgotten how easy it was with Bryce Lahela.

How contagious his smile was. How infectious his laughter was. How easy it was to fall for him.

She was starting to remember why it had been so easy to make out with him in that closet after only knowing him for a few hours. What those early days were like — sneaking away together, watching movies in bed, remembering each other’s burger orders. Before she had made a mess of things.

The entire group was laid out on a couple spread out blankets at the park across the street from the apartment. They had packed some snacks and music — and were all basking in the sun, enjoying each other’s company.

Jordynne was sitting with her knees to her chest — smiling down at the blanket as she listened to Bryce’s warm chuckle reverberate through her. He was sprawled next to her, teasing Sienna about Danny.

Jackie, Elijah, and Aurora were in the blanket next to them — arguing over who has the best taste in music as they passed the speaker around.

She knew what she and Bryce had decided. And they had honored that over the past month. They were still friends — after everything the pair had gone through in the last year, she felt like she could always rely on that fact. They still hung out altogether, and a few times alone too. But sometimes she would catch herself staring at him a little too long, or laughing at his joke a little harder than anyone else.

The tune of an ice cream truck nearby snapped her back to reality as her friends buzzed with childlike excitement. “Ooo! Let’s get some for dessert!” Sienna jumped up, a wide smile on her face.

“Good idea,” Bryce stretched his arms behind him to push himself up, the hem of his shirt pulling up just enough that beginnings of his tan abs were revealed. Jordynne bit her lip as she watched him get up, “What does everyone want?”

“Chocolate!” Elijah said eagerly, his eyebrows raising up on his forehead.

“Gotta go classic — vanilla please Lahela.” Jackie gave him an unusually warm smile as she looked up at him.

“Got it. Mint chocolate chip Jordy?” He asked, looking down at her expectantly.

“Um, yeah. Thanks.” She blinked in surprise at him knowing before a small smile spread across her face. Bryce Lahela knew her way too well.

Once they had returned with their frozen treats, the group sat together in a circle. Eating fast as the treats started melting over their fingers on the sunny summer day. Bryce had sat next to her again — his bare knee touching hers as they sat crossed legged. It was comforting. And maybe a little distracting.

Jordynne dared a glance at him, to only find him already looking at her. Her breath caught a little as he let out a little chuckle.

“Oh, you gotta little’,” He pointed his finger at his mouth, indicating she had something on her own, “Here I’ll get it.

He reached forward, his hand moving up to her face — his thumb gently swiped at the corner of her mouth, wiping away the melted ice cream. Jordynne unconsciously parted her lips as his thumb traced the curve of them. Their eyes finding each other during the few seconds — holding each other’s gaze.

Sienna coughed awkwardly — breaking the moment.

“You get it?” Jordynne asked, blinking herself back to reality.

He smiled sheepishly at her, “Yeah, I did.” Her eyes fell to the ground before his did, her face flushing a deep pink.

Sienna grabbed onto Jordynne’s shoulder, turning her attention, “Hey Jordynne, I need to wash my hands. Come with me?”

“Oh,” She tried to hide the surprise on her face, “Sure.” She followed Sienna’s quick march to the public restrooms across the park.

“Uhhh, so I thought you guys were gonna cool it?” She asked with one eyebrow raised as they entered the restrooms.

“What? We are — nothings happened.” She shrugged in reply as she headed to the sink.

“Suuuuuure,” The word dragged on with a tone of disbelief, “You looked like you were about two seconds away from sucking each other’s face.”

She shook her head, “We’re just friends right now Sienna.”

“Mhmmm.” Her friend sounded like she still didn’t believe her.

“I mean it.”

She watched as Sienna turned on her heel and headed into one of the dark green stalls. “I’m just saying friends don’t look at each other like that.”

“You should talk. Aren’t you and Danny “just friends”?” She retorted. She grinned a little when she got no reply.

As she waited, Jordynne pulled out her phone from her back pocket. Her thumbs swiped over her keyboard quickly as she replied to the lengthy group chat between Kenzie, Carter and Jason. God, she missed them.

She started scrolling aimlessly through pictogram, liking photos of friends and scenery back home. Her homesickness was starting to become intolerable.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she scrolled passed a photo quickly — not quite believing what she saw. Scrolling back up, she felt a pang in her chest as she realized she saw it right.

It was Ethan.

The World Health Organization had posted it — whom she followed long before he volunteered with them and flown off to a different continent. He was in the corner of a white tent — his mouth pressed in a firm line as he listened to the slightly out of focus patient sat in front of him.

He looked more rugged — his stubble darker and longer than she had ever seen it. His skin had a golden tinge to it from spending time in the Brazilian sun. It was weird to see him out of his usual button-up shirt and jacket — he was wearing a soft henley instead, showing off the lines of his neck and shoulders.

She swallowed her feelings down as she realized the most important thing about the photo. He looked fine. His usual Ethan Ramsey self. He wasn’t torn up about leaving. He clearly didn’t look like he was having sleepless nights, worrying about what happened to them, what was going to happen to them.

Not that she was doing that anymore.

Well, not as often. She was trying.

Jordynne blinked away at the tears welling in her green eyes — staring up at the tacky fluorescent lighting in the public restroom.

“Hey — you okay?”

She felt Sienna’s warm fingers grab onto her wrist gently. Her coffee coloured eyes were filled with worry.

Jordynne mustered on a smile, squeezing her eyes shut to get rid of any lingering tears. “Oh, yeah yeah. I’m fine.” She reassured — sliding her phone back into her back pocket quickly, “Just my allergies with all the pollen.”

Sienna looked up at Jordynne, her eyebrows still meeting in the middle a bit from concern, “Okay.. you good to head back to the others?”

“Of course. Everything’s good.” She lied through her teeth, forcing a smile onto her face a lot easier then she thought she could.

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A couple of days off in the nearby port town did Ethan a lot more good than he had expected. Santarem was gorgeous — it had been a long time since he had been able to visit somewhere new as just that, a visitor. Not a doctor — he had no busy conferences or meetings or lectures to attend. And there were definitely no tents for taking RPDs for Malaria — thankfully he got to take a break from that.

He could barely remember the last time he had just gone somewhere to enjoy being there.

That’s why when he saw the sign for motorcycle rentals, he had marched straight towards the shop.

Now he was riding along the coastline — the wind wiping around him as the fine machine purred down the road. The green leather jacket he had purchased was still a little tight — it needed to be broken in. But he had liked the way he felt in. How he felt on the bike.

A little jolt of pain went through his face — and Ethan realized it was because he was smiling. So wide that it was hurting.

Pulling over on to the side of the road, he used the toe of his boot to put up the kickstand. Maneuvering around a few rocks he made his way to the shoreline.

He stood there for a moment — putting his hands into his jeans’ pockets and soaking in the Amazon river in all its glory.

Pulling out his phone he took a photo of the scenic view of the river. He hadn’t touched the device since he came to South America — airplane mode staying on constantly to stop any reminders of Boston to come creeping in. Then he twisted around and took a picture of his rented motorbike. The only photos of his trip so far — and they were moments he would want to remember.

Without the wind wiping around him, he felt hot in his leather jacket. Shrugging it off, he laid it out onto the sand and sat on it — his arms resting on his knees as he looked out at the water.

And then it hit him.

Miami.

Sitting on that beach with Jordynne — sharing the tiny space of his tuxedo jacket. Closing his eyes he could still remember the feeling and weight of her resting her head against his shoulder. Or the way her green eyes had stared into his — trying so desperately to read him, to see if he was feeling the same things as her on that quiet beach.

Snapping his eyes open again, he let out a loud sigh — his eyebrows furrowing in anger with himself. He had been enjoying himself — finally, he had a moment of solace and he let that memory creep in to ruin it.

Why had it taken him so long to find that solace? Over a month of being here — away from all of it, Boston, the hospital, Naveen, her. And still, he was battling it. Constantly — every day.

His body twisted with want, and anguish and frustration.

It — they — she had so much power over him still. Even 3200 miles away in a different timezone, a different continent. And that’s what scared him the most. It terrified him.

Ethan took a hard swallow, trying to stop the emotion that was climbing up his throat making it harder to breathe.

Part 3

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something-tofightfor · 6 years ago

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He’s Not Here - Part 18

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Word Count: 7043

Rating: NSFW (language, smut, violence... this chapter has it all.)

Parts 1-17 + the interludes and NSFW alphabet can be found on my Masterlist (link in bio)

Summary: The end of Billy’s deployment is approaching... and youre doing the best you can to deal with everything that this entails - even if it means facing the unknown.

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You cried out as his mouth made contact with you, tongue extended and wasting no time as it moved first against you and then inside of you, his fingers tightening their hold on your thighs. This can’t be comfortable for him. But Billy continued what he was doing, small, quiet grunts leaving his throat and short exhalations through his nose sending shivers through you as they hit your skin while he lapped at you, your only response curling your fingers into the blanket and turning your head to bury your face in the pillow. Oh, fuck. Billy was skilled with his fingers, but even moreso with his mouth, and you lost count of the amount of times that he brought you right to the edge in a short time before slowing himself down, pulling away and taking a few deep breaths, his beard rough against your skin before beginning the process all over again.

His hands slid down lower on your legs and as you widened your stance, you realized that your knees were no longer on the mattress; Billy was supporting your weight with his arms, even while leaning forward and entirely focused on what he was doing. “Billy.” You hissed his name out, finally lifting your face from the pillow and turning toward him, gasping for breath. “Billy, stop. Not like this, I want to…” You yelped, feeling his lips purse as he sucked gently on you, tongue languidly moving. “Billy, stop.” He did as you asked, gently setting your knees back on the bed, and you finally took a deep breath, turning further to see his face. “You, Billy. Not your…” He nodded, chest heaving, and even though you knew he was still trying to get himself under control, he shifted his body, allowing you to roll over so that you were on your back, legs stretching out. He knelt on the bed next to you, using the back of one hand to wipe at his face before he leaned down, pressing his lips to your stomach, then to your hip, working his way up your body until his face was hovering over yours, lips only inches from your mouth.

“This OK?” You nodded, reaching up with your right hand to run your nails over his scalp as he closed the distance, his own fingers against your jaw. “Alright.” He kissed you then, tongue slipping into your mouth without pause even as he hooked a leg back over your hip, settling his body down against yours, your hips rubbing together. He rocked against you, setting a steady rhythm even though he wasn’t inside of you yet, and as your bodies moved together, you dropped your hand to his neck and then his shoulder, bringing the other one up to join it on the opposite side of his body. You moved your hands slowly, savoring the feel of him beneath your fingertips and fighting back the tears that you felt forming in your eyes. No. Enjoy this, don’t get sad. Not yet. “You ready for me?” Billy pulled back from you, eyes dark and full of promise even in the low light, one side of his mouth pulled up in the smirk you knew so well. You didn’t speak, nodding and pulling his hips tightly against yours. “Thought so.” Billy’s lips met yours again roughly - but only for a moment, and then he was on his knees, leaning over toward the side table, hand reaching into the drawer.

---

You scrambled in your pocket for your phone, heart pounding. Billy. His face on the screen made you gasp and you slid your finger across the glass to answer it, already speaking his name before you even had it to your ear. “Billy?” He sighed on the other end of the line and you moved toward the shelter of the brick, free hand pressing over your other ear to block out the wind. “You’re …”

“I’m callin’, yeah.” He sounded tired, sounded far away - and he was, but it was more than the actual distance, his voice was different. “I’m sorry it took me so long, sorry that I couldn’t… fuck.” He laughed. “I’m callin’ now.”

“It’s good to hear your voice, Billy.” You leaned against the wall, closing your eyes. Finally. “Did you… did you open your box?”

“I did. Thank you. I shared the jerky and the cookies, my guys were real happy.” He paused. “I’m wearin’ that shirt now, the one that smells like you?” You squeezed your eyes shut, fighting to keep your lip from trembling. “Smells like home.” He swore, saying your name. “I fuckin’ miss you, you know?” You didn’t know what to say so you remained silent, waiting. Something happened. “We didn’t get back until the day after Christmas, op got extended, an’... first thing I did was open that box… saw the lights and the food and the coffee and the shirt.. Saw the card.” I forgot about that. “Opened that yesterday.” He said your name again, this time softly. “I miss wakin’ up next to you, lookin’ at your face in the morning.”

“Good.” You licked your lips, voice coming out stronger than you thought it would. “I’m glad you miss me, Russo. Becasue I miss the fuck out of you, too.” He laughed then - another real laugh, one that made you close your eyes tightly, swallowing hard and comitiing the sound to memory. “Happy birthday, Billy.” You opened your eyes again, looking at the city. “It’s still New Year’s Eve here, so… happy birthday.” I’m sorry you’re alone. He thanked you, the perfunctory tone of his voice doing little to encourage you, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it before he continued.

“What’re you doin’ tonight? Out with Erin? Havin’ fun at a party?” He paused. “Gettin’ hit on by guys, or gettin’ jealous of -” You cut him off with a chuckle. “Seriously though? I hope you’re havin’ a better time than I am, doing somethin’ fun.” You looked around again, the city alive around you.

“I’m on the balcony at Erin and Jack’s, they invited me over.” You shook your head. “Not as good as last year, though Billy. Not even close.” He laughed again and you could picture him, hand on the side of his head, tongue out and moving over his lips, eyes bright. “It’s good to hear from you, Billy. I was worried, especially when Frank called Maria on Christmas Day, and I didn’t hear a word from you.”

“We split up. We weren’t together the whole time, and his team got back before us.” You waited, using your free hand to pull your hood up. “An’ I got back, and I just couldn’t… what we did out there was fucked up, and I couldn’t call you, because I didn’t want you to ... “ You thought back to what Maria had said about Frank being unable to talk to the kids sometimes. What’s he hiding? What did he do? What happened? “I need you to believe me when I tell you that I called you as soon as I could.” You nodded, though he couldn’t see you. “The minute. I wish we were Skypin’, but I figured you weren’t home, and…” I should have stayed home. “I gotta go, we actually have a briefing in a little while, but…” Billy trailed off. “Will you have a drink for me? I miss beer so goddamn much.”

It was the most normal thing you’d heard him say in months and you burst out laughing - a genuine laugh that you felt throughout your entire body, calming you slightly. He’s still in there. Still parts of him. “I will, Billy. At midnight. A toast to you and to your birthday and to the fact that you get to come back this year. Soon.” You paused again, taking a deep breath. “Back to me.”

“Back to you.” He agreed. “I love you. You know that, right? No matter how long it takes me, I’m always gonna get back to you.” Your eyes widened and you nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. “Never said that to anyone before ‘cept maybe Frankie. But I mean it. I never felt… never wanted... “ He swore, hissing. “I gotta go. Have that drink. I promise you’ll hear from me soon.” And without waiting for you to tell him that you loved him back, he hung up, the line going silent next to your ear. Oh, Billy. You stayed where you were for a few seconds, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths, but when you opened them, your mouth was set in a straight line.

Turning, you headed back to where you’d been when your phone rang - reaching down to pull the blanket from the chair where it was pooled and back around your shoulders. Sorry for lying to you, Billy. As you sank back down into the camp chair, eyes scanning the horizon - taking in the buildings and the lights in front of you, you finally allowed yourself to cry. Erin and Jack had invited you over, but you’d declined, knowing that there was only one way - and place - that you wanted to spend the holiday. You reached down next to the chair and pulled the bottle of beer out of the 6-pack, opening it before raising it to your lips, taking a long drink. “Happy birthday, Billy Russo.”

The rooftop was empty and cold without him, lonely - the same as your life had been since he’d shipped out, but there was nothing you could do to change it, at least not for another four months until Billy came home. You finished the beer a few minutes before midnight, standing again and walking over to the edge of the roof, leaning forward and putting your blanket-wrapped elbows on the cold brick, waiting. As the fireworks started, you pulled your phone out, thumb hovering over the button for a few seconds before pressing record and taking a video, tears still silently rolling down your cheeks. I wish you were here, Billy.

January passed quickly, your contact with Billy much more frequent and less awkward, although each time you heard his voice, it sounded a little less like the Billy Russo you knew and a little more like the one you knew that he could be… and it scared you. But his attention was always on you, the smile he gave you was always genuine, and even though he said less during the calls and in his emails, you figured that it was because he could see the end - and he was getting nervous about that.

“You thought anymore about what you want to do with Anvil, Billy?” It was February, and since you didn’t have a boyfriend to spend Valentine’s Day with, you’d thrown yourself head first into work, organizing three events the week of the holiday. Billy’s Skype call had come through at nearly 2 am your time on the 10th- him surprised that you were still awake on a weeknight while he was getting ready to eat lunch. “You’re almost done over there, and you’ll have all kinds of free time.” He studied you, his hair long again, beard thick. “I thought -”

“Yeah, Schoonover’s gonna set me up with some people so that when I get home, we can meet right away. Might not even need a bank.” His eyes gleamed. “I been taking to some guys over here too, and I don’t think I’ll have a problem findin’ people to work with me.” He licked his lips, nodding. “Lots of guys wanna keep doin’ this even when they’re out, so…” Good. “They’re good men.”

“You’re gonna be busy, Billy.” You cocked your head to the side, smiling sadly. “Too busy for me.” He rolled his eyes, and even though his face was thin and pale, you saw the amusement in them, a glimmer of your Billy.

“I told you, I’m comin’ back to you this time.” He paused. “For you.” He smiled. “How many times do I haveta tell you that?”

“Hey.” You shrugged, rubbing your eyes. “Billy, it’s been a year, sometimes a girl just has to hear that she’s wanted, that the guy she’s in love with hasn’t changed his mind, or -”

“Not happening.” He shook his head, leaning in. “I miss you too much to change my mind.” He sighed. “We got some things to talk about when I get home, but… I’ve got plans, and they definitely include you.” You felt your chest swell, felt your mood lighten, even though you didn’t know exactly why. Billy hadn’t given you any reason to doubt him while overseas, but you could see the changes in him, feel the way his moods shifted, hear how different he sounded at times … and it worried you. I just want you home, Billy. You continued the conversation, Billy asking why you were up so late and what you were working on, you asking how Frank was doing and how the rest of the unit was holding up. He assured you that things were going well, and right before he ended the conversation, Billy leaned in, talking quietly. “Two more months.” You nodded, watching his eyes dart around your face quickly. “Two months and I’ll be home and all this shit I’ve done will be here, and I can move on.” You nodded, not fully understanding, but knowing that he needed you to. “I love you.” He swallowed. “I’ll talk to you soon, yeah?” You nodded, telling him that you loved him too, that he needed to be safe, and that if anything happened to him in the last days he was deployed, you’d never forgive him. “I’m almost out of this, nothin’s gonna happen to me. I promise.”

---

He tore the condom open, your eyes on the movement of his fingers as he rolled it over his length, taking care to ensure that it was properly placed. “Can’t risk comin’ home to a kid, right?” You opened your mouth to respond but Billy simply winked, leaning back down to take your earlobe between his teeth. “You’d kill me if I knocked you up and then left for fifteen months.” The laugh came out before you could stop it, head nodding up and down quickly. Damn right I would. “But we’re not gonna worry about that,” Billy continued as he kissed his way down the side of your face, lips grazing over your jaw. “What we’re gonna worry about right now,” he breathed, teeth snapping together next to your mouth. “Is me fuckin’ you so well that you’re thinkin’ about it the whole goddamn time I’m gone.”

He pushed into you as he finished his sentence, your hips lifting off of the bed to meet his, Billy’s name erupting from your mouth before you could stop yourself, and that was the last word you said, letting your body take over. You wrapped your leg around the back of his thigh, feeling as he pushed down on the other one, his grip on your hip painfully tight as he moved. Billy’s eyes were open, you noticed as you closed your own, back arching off of the sheets and into his, and they were focused on your face. He’s watching me. He always closes his eyes, but he’s… You cried out as Billy lowered his mouth to your shoulder, biting down - harder than he usually did - your hands flattening on his back. Ow. But you didn’t mind - you knew that he was giving you everything he had, wanting you to remember him - remember how he felt, remember how he tasted and what he could make you feel - no questions, no unknowns, bruises to prove it, even long after he was on the other side of the world.

Billy Russo was yours and yours alone, and there, in your bed, he was showing you - giving you something to tide you over for all of those months, giving you what he’d never given anyone else. “Billy.” You moaned his name out, hating that you couldn’t hide the desperation in your voice, but it seemed to incite him, the pace of his thrusts changing, the hand at your hip sliding up your stomach and to your breast, squeezing before he palmed it, pushing downward even as he curled his fingers. “Fuck, Billy.” Incoherent, you mumbled against the side of his head, feeling the short hairs there against your lips, pushing your lips into it and inhaling.

You tried to prolong things, tried not to listen to the words he was whispering at you, tried to push the growing warmth in the pit of your stomach down, but knew it wasn’t going to work - in an extremely unfair turn of events, the last time you’d have with him for more than a year was also going to be the quickest, both of your bodies unable to be reined in. He removed his hand from your chest, moving it back down and between you, fingertips teasing you as he spoke.

“Open your eyes.” You did as he asked, watching as he nodded above you, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he groaned. “I need to watch you.” You nodded too, eyes on his, mouth hanging slightly open as he continued to supplement the movement of his hips with the action of his fingers. “Come for me.” It was a command - and your body responded without hesitation, a single roll of your hips and tightening of your leg around his was all you needed, his name falling from your lips as you came, body shuddering around him as your heart raced. “There’s my girl.” He pressed his lips to yours gently, and even overwhelmed, you could feel the smile on them, feel the pride that he felt in knowing that he simply had to tell you what to do - and you’d do it. “My turn.” He dropped his head to your shoulder, breath puffing against your slick skin, and you moved your hands, gripping his ass beneath your palms and urging him deeper, even as you moved your other leg, changing the angle of his thrusts slightly as you pressed the inside of your thigh against his hip. Fuck, Billy.

His movements became erratic as you nodded, mouth open and neck arched, eyes focused on the ceiling, ears committing every noise he was making to memory. I’m going to think about this for months. Billy was groaning into your neck, mumbling your name as he kissed the thin skin there, lips hot against you, and then they were gone, replaced with his forehead as he swore loudly, the movement in his lower body stuttering as he emptied himself into you, muscles flexing beneath your palms. He slowed his hips, causing you to suck in a breath, the movement almost too much for you to handle, but then Billy said your name again, sounding more breathless than he ever had before. “Yeah?” You turned your head to look at him, watching as he raised his hand to the side of your face, thumb moving over your cheek slowly.

“I’m going to miss you.” You nodded, waiting. “I’m gonna go over there and do a lot of real bad shit.” He was breathing heavily, still inside you, and instead of dropping your hands from his skin, you tightened your hold, not breaking eye contact. “But I’m … I’m doing all of that so that I can come back to this. To you. For us.“

“Love you, Russo.” You spoke, voice sounding foreign in your ears - but you realized that it was just hoarse from calling out his name so loudly. “You do what you’ve gotta do, and I’ll be here.” The expression on his face changed for a moment, but then Billy nodded, easing himself out of you and reaching down to remove the condom, tying it and dropping it into the trashcan before he rolled back toward you, gathering you into his arms and pulling you to his sweaty chest. “We have time?” Why are you questioning this? It’s the last morning.

“I’m gonna make time.”

---

Your Valentine’s Day events went off without a hitch, and as things slowed down at work, you began to relax. The end of February wasn’t busy, and you found yourself starting to plan for Billy’s return, even though it was six weeks away. Gotta clean his apartment, get all of his laundry back to him… You made lists, spending a lot of your free time at Billy’s place because you wanted it to feel lived in when he got back, even asking Maria what Frank liked when he came home because you’d never experienced someone returning from deployment before. She gave you tips, shared some of her favorite stories about Frank and Billy over beers on their back porch in the late February sun, and told you to stop worrying - that if Billy had come back to you once already without being in a relationship with you, he’d do it again. “He loves you.” She shrugged. “He’s always been better suited for being stateside than Frank; Billy can readjust to being home like it’s nothing.” She sipped her beer, licking the edge of the bottle before shaking her head. “Frank’s different.”

“How?” You wanted to understand but didn’t want to pry. “How is it different for -”

“Frank’s always had people to come home to. Billy… hasn’t.” She shook her head, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear. “He’s got us, and… Curt, and whatever women he…” Maria trailed off, shaking her head. “So it’s not like he’s got to hide what he did or what he went through from anyone the way that Frank does. Billy comes home and gets it out of his system easy, and Frank just... “ She topped, looking out over the yard where you knew that beneath the thin layer of snow, the grass that Frank Jr. and Lisa loved to run around on waited. He’d fuck it out of his system, that’s what she’s saying.

“But Maria,” you frowned, finishing your beer. “He’s got me now, and that means… he’s going to hide it, he’s going to…” You thought of how guarded Billy was during your calls, how he’d been when he got home the previous time, how different he’d been than before he’d left. “He can’t just fuck a nameless woman this time, Maria, and he’s not going to tell me-”

“No.” She shook her head, reaching her hand out to squeeze yours. “Frank doesn’t hide it all from me, he hides it from the kids.” You inhaled, biting the inside of your lip. Oh. Her lips turned up in a smile. “And yes. Frank and Billy would come home and we’d see Billy at the airport, and then... “ She threw her head back and laughed, shaking her head. “Then he’d be gone for days.” Maria’s eyes returned to your face, cheeks reddening. “You got a taste of it last time he came home, but I’ve gotta tell you.” She leaned in, making sure that her voice stayed quiet. “That first night of post-deployment sex? When they come home and they finally have something real in front of them?” She closed her eyes, licking her lips. “It’s so much better when you know they love you.” She nodded. “And Billy loves you.” Maria settled back into her chair, taking a deep breath. “You’ll see.”

You talked for a few more minutes and then you checked your phone, realizing that it was much later than you’d thought it was. “I hould get home, Maria. I have to be at work for a meeting at 8 tomorrow, and it’s already after …” She nodded, standing and leading you back into the house. “Thanks for having me over, though.” You looked around the kitchen, smiling at the photos on the fridge and the toys you could see scattered throughout the living room. “I’m just nervous, you know? I know this is his last tour, and I just… I had no idea what to expect last time, and he just seems so different now, when we talk?” Her gaze sympathetic, Maria nodded.

“Just give him time. You’ll see. He’ll still be Billy, and Frank will still be Frank, and we’re going to spend the summer falling back into routine, but this is it.” She grinned at you. “I sent Frank his birthday present.” Raising an eyebrow, you waited and she continued. “Springsteen tickets. I’m waiting for him to call and yell my ear off, because they were not cheap…” She shrugged and you laughed, shaking your head. “Trust me on this, ok? They’re still gonna be the guys that left, you have nothing at all to worry about.” She leaned forward, hugging you tightly. “Except of course Frank talkin’ Billy’s ear off about these seats and you having to hear about it.”

---

He held you for nearly an hour, talking quietly with you as if when the next alarm went off, you’d both simply be getting out of bed and going to work like on any other day. You talked about normal things - about your job, about the TV shows that you’d watched, about a new restaurant that you wanted to try… and you soaked up every second of it like a sponge, wanting to remember the way that every syllable he said sounded in your ears, the way it felt when he dragged his fingers over your overheated skin. He finally said your name quietly, sighing. “I need to get into the shower, I gotta leave in less than an hour.” You swallowed, nodding, and your hold on him tightened involuntarily, head turning to press your lips against the skin of his chest. “I know.” He eased you up into a seated position, hands stroking the back of your head. “Will you make me breakfast while I shower?” He smiled at you, tongue moving across his lower lip. “I’d ask you to get in with me, but we both know…”

“What do you want, Billy?” You brought your eyes up to his, willing yourself to smile and to keep your voice steady. “Pancakes? Waffles? Eggs?” You winked, feeling a genuine smile on your face. “Bacon?” He nodded, closing his eyes.

“French toast?” You nodded eagerly, and Billy continued. “French toast and bacon?” Assuring him that it would be ready when he got out of the shower, you peeled yourself away from him and crossed the room, pulling on the t shirt he’d been wearing the night before and then pulling on underwear, not bothering with pants. You didn’t look at him before you walked from the room, but as you pulled the pans and some bowls out and prepared the ingredients to cook for Billy, you heard the shower water start.

Fifteen minutes later, bacon was sizzling on the skillet and a stack of french toast was waiting on a plate. You’d poured orange juice into a glass for each of you, brewing coffee for him as well, and as you flipped the last few pieces of toast onto a second plate, you heard him walk into the kitchen, clearing his throat. “Just about done, Billy. If you want to grab your -”

“You’re fuckin’ perfect, you know that?” He stepped behind you and you quickly turned the burner off, leaning back into his chest. “Wearin’ my shirt and cookin’ me breakfast?” He kissed your cheek. “I’m starving, too.” A few minutes later, you were seated at the table, each of you chewing on the toast, the morning sun warming the room even though it was still cold out, and the forecast called for snow later that day. “You know why I asked you not to see me off, right?” Billy’s eyes were on you, focused. “I want you there, but…” He shook his head, running a hand over the newly cut hair and closing his eyes. “If I walk out of here and you stay, it’s like I’m comin’ back later, right?” You nodded, feeling a lump rising in your throat. “But if you go there with me, and you drive me? I gotta kiss you goodbye in front of a bunch of other guys.” He smiled, but it was tight lipped. “No one else gets to see that - to see you like that, see me like that.”

“I understand, Billy.” You cut another piece of toast on your plate, stabbing it with your fork and rubbing it through the syrup on your plate. “You think it’s easier.”

“No.” You stopped chewing at the word. “Not easier.” He shook his head. “It’s never easy to leave, and it’s not gonna be easy to leave you this time, but… it’s necessary. I walk out that door, and I gotta be ready.” Billy’s voice changed slightly, an edge to his words. “When I think about today, I want… I want it to be here. Not there, not... “ You nodded, understanding. Privacy. He wants privacy.

“Alright, Billy.” You leaned forward, blinking. Change the subject. Let him know it’s OK. “You gonna eat that last piece of bacon?” You moved as you spoke, hand reaching for the meat on his plate, and Billy reacted quickly, swatting your hand away with a laugh. This is what I want to remember.

Just before 10:00 am, Billy stood in front of your door, a bag slung over his shoulder and his deployment bag next to him. You swallowed as you reached out, fingers tracing over the patch bearing his name on the bag, eyes on the patterned luggage. “Hey.” He spoke quietly, reaching out with one hand to bring your chin up. “I’m gonna be alright.” He nodded, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead, lips lingering longer than they usually did. “I’ll be home before you know it.” I know. “I’m a survivor.” He kept speaking, using his other hand to draw you in, holding you tightly. Though his bag was in the way, you pushed a hand beneath it, hugging him hard, head turned sideways against his chest. “I had to be, and there’s nothin’ different now. Me and Frankie are gonna go over there and do what we need to do, and get this shit over with.” He paused and you felt his breath on the top of your head, heard him draw in a shaky breath. “This is it, and then I get to come home and think about what happens next.”

“I love you, Billy.” You felt the tears dripping through your lashes, the scent of him overwhelming you - fresh and clean and yours. “Please be safe. Please come home.” He took a deep breath and straightened up, pushing you away from him and looking down at you, a look in his eyes that you’d never seen before.

“I love you.” He leaned back down, kissing you. “I’m coming home.” You nodded even as his lips found yours again, the kiss different, too. He wasn’t kissing you hungrily or feverishly. He wasn’t biting at your lips, or pushing you against a wall, urging you to kiss him deeply. It was just a kiss - the truest kiss you’d ever gotten in your life, and you felt a calm settle over your entire body as you realized that no matter how many other women he’d been with, no matter what he’d said or done to them or with them, he’d never kissed anyone the way that he was kissing you in that moment, inside of your apartment.

“Billy.” You whispered his name as he pulled away, eyes still closed. “Billy you need to go, you’re going to miss your cab, it…” You shook your head, finally looking back at him, one hand reaching up to touch his cheek. “You need to move your ass, Lieutenant.” You winked at him, fingers curling beneath his jaw. “I’ll be here when you come home.” Billy leaned in, kissing you again without speaking and when he pulled back, he was smiling.

“You better be.” He reached out, threading his fingers through yours and squeezing, seemingly unwilling to walk out of the door. “I’m gonna go.” He pulled his hand from yours and turned, opening the door before he reached for the handle of his bag, pulling it into the hallway behind him. “I’ll call when I can.” You nodded, crossing your arms as you watched him, eyes moving over his body. He stepped down the hallway, away from you and after only a few steps, Billy stopped and turned back to face you, jaw set. “I’ll see you soon.”

“You will.” He nodded once and then turned back to the elevator, pressing the button and looking down at his watch, waiting for the car. It wasn’t until the doors closed behind him that you let your own door close, turning back toward the kitchen and the remnants of your breakfast. Alright. Here we go.

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The sound of your Skype alert woke you up, the noise loud in the confines of your bedroom, and you jumped out of bed, falling into the chair and turning your table lamp on in the same motion. Billy? You clicked the button to answer the call, heart pounding in your chest. It’s four AM, why is he calling, why… “Billy?” Your hand flew up to your mouth as you saw his face onscreen, eyes going wide. “Billy, you’re -” He was bloodied, a scrape on his forehead and smeared blood on his neck - but it was his hands that were the worst, skin tinted red as his long fingers grabbed at his own head, long hair loose and messy. “Billy -”

“I can’t do this.” He was staring at you through the screen, but the look on his face was nonchalant, eyes vacant. “I can’t do this anymore, we almost… we almost fuckin’ died, and Frankie knew it, and I knew it, but I couldn’t tell them no, it’s not possible.” His tone was flat, only the barest hint of emotion in it. “We killed… I… I’m … I can’t… do this anymore. That’s what I said to him, and he didn’t care, he didn’t…” Billy was rambling, and as he did, you looked him over, thankful for the bright light in whatever room he was in. Aside from the scrape on his forehead and a bruise on his right cheek next to another scrape, you couldn’t see any other visible injuries on him, but he was filthy, the skin of his face - the only part of him that looked like it had been cleaned at all - pale and drawn above his long neck. Billy what happened? “I’m tranferrin’ back to Force.” It was the first coherent sentence he’d said, and you immediately looked back at him. “I only got a month left, but…” Billy’s left hand rose, fingers scrubbing over his face, and you gasped as you saw that the face of his watch was completely covered in blood, the numbers beneath the glass completely unreadable. “I can’t do it anymore. I shouldn’t have done it in the first place.” He fell silent, hands dropping to the tabletop and you watched silently as they nervously bounced up and down, his head shaking back and forth. “No more.”

“Billy.” You cleared your throat. “Billy, look at me.” He did, slowly raising his eyes back to the camera. “I don’t know what happened.” You paused, taking a deep breath. “But whatever it was, you’re alive.” He sucked in a breath. “Is Frank?” He didn’t respond, the vacancy still in his eyes. “Billy, is Frank alive?” He nodded - finally - and you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Saved all of us.” Billy swallowed, head dipping down. “He saved all of us, and he won’t come with me, he’s gonna stay and finish this out, but I can’t fuckin’ do it, not like him.” He mumbled something else that sounded like the words ‘bastard’ and ‘orange’, but you couldn’t make the words out clearly. “This was a mistake. All of it.” He shook his head, reaching for the computer screen and you froze, knowing that he was going to end the call.

“Billy, wait. No.” You panicked, flattening your hands on the desk in front of you. “Don’t hang up, Billy.” You said his name again and his movements stopped, eyes darting around nervously. “Hey.” He licked his lips and you reached out, holding your hand up near the laptop screen, waiting. “Billy, hey.” He took a deep breath and then you let out the one that you were holding when he raised his own hand in the familiar gesture. “That’s it, Billy.” You smiled at him, waiting a few seconds. “I love you, Billy Russo.” You kept your voice even though all you wanted to do was break down into tears. You’d never seen him this way before, never seen Billy out of control, never heard his voice so emotionless. You didn’t know what to do - but you knew that you needed to keep it together for the both of you. “It doesn’t matter what you did or what you do or what you had to do to keep yourself alive over there. I’m here, and I’m waiting for you.”

“You say that now.” Billy licked his lips again and took another breath, one palm flat - and unmoving - on the table. He’s breathing normally again. “But do you mean it? Will you mean it when -”

“Yes.” Your voice was firm. “Look at me and tell me if I mean it.” He brought his eyes back to yours, tearing them away from where you hands were and you waited a five count for him to respond.

“You do.” His lips twitched. “You mean it.” Your head moved up and down quickly and Billy visibly relaxed, taking another deep breath. “Fuck me.” He closed his eyes and when he opened them, there was life in them - a little bit - and though his jaw was twitching slightly, he looked less wild and more focused. “I need to go and clean up.” That’s good. “I didn’t mean to… fuck, I shouldn’t have called, you shouldn’t have seen me like this, I can’t…” Billy dropped his hand from the screen, steepling his fingers together on the table in front of him. “Shit went sideways, and when we got back, after… fuck. I just wanted to see you. I wanted to hear your voice.” He hung his head, and when he looked back at you, you saw that there were tears in his eyes. “I needed you.” He didn’t wince at the words, but you could tell that they surprised him - that the feeling surprised him, even after all of the time you’d spent together. Oh, Billy.

You talked for a few more minutes, and though he still looked like hell, by the time he hung up, he sounded more like Billy, was acting more like Billy than he had been at the beginning of the phone call. He promised to call you once he’d cleaned up to reassure you that he was OK, but you knew it wouldn’t be that day. He needs time. He told you that he loved you before he hung up, but it was the first contact you’d had throughout the entire deployment where he didn’t end it with something that he missed.

Computer screen dark, you climbed back into bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin as you rolled onto your side, heart still pounding. Something had happened - something bad, but the important thing was that Billy and Frank were still alive - and they were almost done, almost home. And Billy’s transferring back? So close? You laid awake as the sun began to rise, and at a little after six, you emailed your boss, letting her know that you wouldn’t be in that day. No way.

You didn’t hear from Billy that day or the next, but on the third morning, and email came through - short and to the point. I’ll talk to you soon. It’s been fucking nuts here. You closed your eyes at the brevity, but you had to admit that you got it, that Billy had likely realized how much the last call had scared you and wanted to be sure he knew what to say the next time he actually talked to you. Goddammit, Billy. You busied yourself with the final preparations in his apartment - reorganizing his clothes and returning many of the things that you’d borrowed while he was gone, stocked the pantry with necessities … and worried. You hadn’t heard anything from Maria, and so you hadn’t mentioned Billy’s early morning Skype call, but you didn’t know what to think. Did Frank not tell Maria anything? Am I supposed to… Billy said they almost… But you decided to let things go - it wasn’t your place to worry Maria, and you had enough to think about with Billy’s lack of contact and trying to read between the lines of what he’d said.

The afternoon of March 12th, six days after he’d scared you half to death, you were in Billy’s apartment - laptop connected to the WiFi in order to ensure that you didn’t miss his call when the door eased open and then shut again behind you, startling you out of your thoughts. You turned, mouth dropping open as you saw Billy standing in his living room only feet away from you. What? You blinked, trying to decide if you were hallucinating, but then you heard a loud thump as he dropped his bag, followed by another clunk as the larger bag tipped itself over and onto the floor, jostled by Billy’s leg as he strode past it and toward you. “Billy?” You were frozen on the spot, one hand gripping the edge of the counter, and it wasn’t until you felt one of his hands at your waist, the other sliding against your neck as he pulled you close to him that you realized that he was actually there - that you weren’t dreaming.

“Motherfucker.” He whispered the word, breath hot against your skin. “I missed you.” He didn’t say anything else before his lips met yours, rough and warm and everything you’d been missing for the last thirteen months

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katedrakeohd · 6 years ago

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#Wacky Drabbles No. 11

Happy Birthday Drake

Prompt: " Did you have fun? "

Rated: (M 18+)

Pairing: Damien Nazario × Drake Walker

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Drake woke up tangled in hotel sheets. Stretching out his limbs lazily with a sigh, the throbbing in his head reminded him of last night's drinking binge.

Rolling over toward his bed partner, he hugs the pillow against his stubbled cheek and gazes into a face with a pair of chocolatey brown eyes and a sleepy smile.

"Good morning Mr. Nazario." He drawls with a smirk.

Damien leans over placing his warm hand on Drake's rough cheek, bringing him in for a soft kiss. "Good morning to you too hot stuff."

Drake kicks off what's left of the sheet, sliding his foot over to nudge against Damien's shin. "Hot stuff huh?"

Tilting his head back to take in Drake's naked profile in the morning light, Damien swallows as his breath catches in his throat. Memories of the drunken night before come back to him in hot passionate flashes of skin on skin.

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It had been Drake's Birthday, and they'd been at a bar. They were just two anonymous guys at first, nursing tumblers of whiskey and watching the room as they sat on barstools. As the evening wore on and sweaty drunken people wandered over from the dance floor to order mixed drinks full of more ice than alcohol, he and Drake had outlasted them all.

Drake was on his third double whiskey and feeling fairly buzzed and relaxed when he noticed the man at the other end of the bar watching him. Lifting his glass in greeting, he's met with a slight nod and a grin from the other guy.

Damien had been casually watching the tall handsome devil all evening. He'd seen busty drunk girls sidle up to him and flirt but get brushed off with a shake of his head or a sullen frown. He had found it odd that someone so desirable could be so unwilling to accept a date. When the younger man had finally lifted his glass and made eye contact, he'd felt a sizzle of attraction and couldn't help but smile back. It had been a while since Damien had shared the company of a man so attractive, and he decided to take the leap and introduce himself. After downing the rest of his whiskey he fished a handful of bills out of his wallet and placed them on the bar and set his glass on top.

Walking around the corner of the bar, he notices the other guy glance at him and then look away. When he nervously rubs the back of his neck and then shifts his gaze down to the floor, it makes Damien smile. He knows I'm coming over for him.

Damien stops a few feet away, putting a barstool between them and then catches the attention of the bartender. "Excuse me barkeep, what kind of payment does the pool table over there take?"

"It takes coins," Drake interrupts, tossing back the last of his whiskey.

"Wanna play?" Damien asks, with a grin.

Drake gives the man with the dark hair and soulful eyes a quick sweep with his gaze, trying to gauge if he was flirting or just bored. With the amount of alcohol thrumming through his veins at this point his inhibitions were pretty low and he didn't care either way.

"Okay, sure. It's my lucky day and I'm feeling generous so I'll buy the first game."

Damien nods, slapping down a few bills on the bar. "Ok, if you buy the game I'll buy the beers."

Pushing away from the bar, Drake smiles. "Works for me. I'm Drake by the way."

Damien picks up the bottles of beer and then jerks his head in the direction of the table. "Damien. Lead the way."

Taking a sip from the bottle, Damien followed Drake across the room, appreciating the way his straight leg jeans hugged his ass and thighs. That sizzle of attraction buzzed through his veins again, and he took another sip of beer to cool the heat crawling through his belly. Setting the bottles on a side table, Damien peels off his leather jacket and then unbuttons and rolls up his sleeves. He felt very warm and wished he'd opted to wear a tshirt like Drake had. Taking another swallow of beer, he opens the top button on his dress shirt.

Drake shoves his hand in the front pocket of his jeans searching for coins to pay for their game. Damien's eyes are drawn down to his groin and the way he adjusts himself slightly as he digs for coins. Sweet Jesus, the way he fills out his jeans. Or maybe it's just the layers of denim and zipper giving an illusion of more? Fuck, it's indecent the shape of what he's packing.

Drake catches him looking and clears his throat, sending Damien's gaze back up to focus on his face. "So I come to this place often but haven't seen you here before."

Damien leans against the table, crossing his arms across his chest. He hesitates a moment, wondering what to tell Drake about himself. "I'm not from here, just passing through between jobs."

Drake takes in the worn quality of Damien's clothing, the scuff on his boots, trying to decipher what he did for a living. There was a slight wrinkle to his cotton shirt as if it hadn't been folded up or seen a hanger for a while. Damien's style wasn't that much different than his own. Wash and wear, throw on the floor, then wear again.

Damien startles Drake out of his idle thoughts, the whiskey was evidently starting to make his mind fuzzy around the edges.

"So you said it was your lucky day. What's so special about today?"

Drake smiles as he puts coins in the pay slot of the pool table and releases the balls for play. "Oh yeah, I said that didn't I? It's my Birthday today."

After Drake straightens back up, Damien claps him hard on the shoulder, and smiles, "Really? Hey that's great man, Happy Birthday."

Drake nods, his shoulder tingling from the slap. He'd only been touched that way by his friends. And for some reason he felt excited about how Damien's slap made his skin tingle. Sucking in a deep breath, he grabs the ball frame and arranges the pool balls on the table for play. "Uh, Okay..Damien. Go grab a couple of cues and let's play."

What was it about this guy that made me want to do things I've never done before? Maybe it's the way he keeps looking at me like I'm a snack. He's so smooth and charming, and commanding but not in a rude or condescending sort of way like I'm used to hearing from the nobility. I kind of like it.

An hour, and three beers each later, Drake was up two games to one. Was Damien really that bad a player or was he just sloppy from the alcohol?

They'd joked about random stuff, talked about women and argued about whose favorite teams were better, ranging from football, baseball to basketball and beyond.

They hadn't realized how late it was until the bar was empty, and the lights went up. The bartender thumped his hand on the bar to get their attention, "Alright guys, it's closing time. You have a tab, now settle it. Call a taxi, stagger home, or whatever, I don't care. But you can't stay here."

Drake looked at Damien's grinning face, and the glassy luster of his eyes. He looked about as drunk as Drake felt. Shrugging into his leather jacket, Damien pulls his wallet out of his pocket and hands it to Drake. "Here, pay the man I gotta go take a piss."

Drake's mouth drops open, as he watches Damien shuffle his way to bathroom at the back of the bar. Glancing over at the collection of empty beer bottles on the table, he reluctantly opens the wallet and tries not to look at anything personal. Damien has an impressive wad of cash. There was a mixture of Euros, American and Canadian. Who was this guy?

Drake grabs a bunch of Euros and hands them to the bartender, stealing a glance at his ID before closing the wallet. Damien Nazario, New York City.

There was some other sort of identification card that Drake didn't get a good look at in time before he saw Damien returning from the bathroom.

"All paid up?" Damien asks as Drake nods and hands him back his wallet.

The bartender folds his arms across his chest, giving his head a jerk in the direction of the door. Time to get the fuck out.

Drake and Damien both wave goodbye to the bartender and follow eachother out into the cool evening air. Drake gasps involuntarily, the cool air sobering him up somewhat because he hadn't worn a jacket.

Damien glances up and down the deserted street, not seeing a taxi stand or bus stop in sight. Drake's shoulders are hunched and he has his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He looked cold. Damien bites his lip, considering their options. He didn't feel like going back to his hotel alone, and he didn't want to see Drake wander off cold and alone on his Birthday either.

Pulling off his jacket he offers it to Drake. "Here you can borrow this. I dunno if we're the same size, but at least you won't be so cold."

Drake looks at Damien, feeling unsure. Offering a jacket to your companion is usually a date night sort of thing. Was Damien suddenly his date? They had just spent the evening drinking and playing pool together, but just by chance. It wasn't a date.

Damien raises his eyebrows in question, "Well? You want it or not? You can walk me back to my hotel and then hand it back."

Drake shrugs, "Yeah, what the Hell. We're just two guys walking up the street together. Nothing unusual about that right?"

"Right."

Drake slides his arms into Damien's leather jacket. It smelled of his cologne, sweat and coffee. Things that were uniquely Damien. Drake liked how it smelled. It was a little tight in the shoulders so Drake didn't zip it up. He appreciated the kind gesture, and it was full of Damien's body heat, which was oddly exciting.

"Thanks." He says, falling into step next to Damien as they head up the sidewalk.

As they walk, Damien did up the buttons of his shirt and unrolled his sleeves to keep himself from getting cold. Although they had spent the past hour together, Damien was only now realizing how much taller Drake was than him. A couple of inches for sure. And in his jacket he came off as broader and bigger as well. This only made Damien want him more. If only for one night, to make Drake's Birthday one to remember.

They don't talk as they walk together. Both entertaining their own thoughts over where this night may be heading. As they approach the front doors of the Hotel, Damien stops walking and grabs Drake by the forearm and pulls him into the dark alley. Drake is off balance as Damien pulls him close and whispers in his ear. "Happy Birthday Drake, did you have fun tonight?"

Struck speechless by the heat of his breath in his ear, all Drake can do is nod.

Damien's voice is a low rumble as he says, "The fun doesn't have to stop yet."

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resetmypatientviolence · 6 years ago

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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy (Drake x MC) [M]

Pairing: Drake x Jaela

Word Count: 1,624

Rating: M

Warnings: Language, Sex

Song Accompaniment: Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy-- Big & Rich/ Pony-- Ginuwine

Description: One roll in the hay simply wasn’t enough for Jaela.

Author Note: Enjoy this little addition to last weeks chapter of TRH! Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/drakewalkerwhipped Masterlist is found on my blog bio.

It’s still dark when she wakes up, the night sky peeking through the barn, stars twinkling as night begins to fade into the calm of dawn. Jaela blinks and adjusts on the hay, naked body curled against Drake’s, the two snuggled over and under a blanket after their... roll in the hay.

She shivers from the memory, one barely two hours old. She shifts, hand curling on his rising chest, skin on fire in the most wonderful sort of way. She smiles slightly when he snores, just a little, as he always does when he’s in a dead sleep. It’s cute. She’s not tired of it yet. Newlywed bliss? Perhaps, but she’s sure she’ll never tire of it.

She watches him for a moment, admiring his features, then shuts her eyes, rubbing her thigh over his. Just a few more hours of sleep in total bliss before the insanity of the farm picks back up... but when her thigh brushes his dick, another idea forms when it twitches. Drake doesn’t react to the touch.

Well, not yet... she thinks, a smirk curling on her lips. An owl hoots and Jaela carefully moves to not disturb him, sinking under the thin blanket. Her knees sink into the hay as she positions herself at Drake’s pelvis, cock stiffening with the lightest of touches from slender fingers. His snoring hitches, but then carries on.

It’s dark under the blanket, but she’s memorized his body— and besides, she can see some light peeking through the fibers. He’s so...so... warm and a flash of heat starts from her stomach and travels between her legs when she wraps her hand around his dick, mouth tantalizing close to the tip... but not yet.

Slowly, eyes trained up to the slight gap in which she can see his chest rise and fall from under the blanket, Jaela moves her hand. When she reaches the top, she swirls her thumb around the tip, and after two sensual, drawn out strokes, she feels the first bead of precum. Satisfied with that and how hard he is in her hand, dick growing, she replaces her hand with her mouth.

He’s even warmer now, and Jaela shuts her eyes as she takes as much of him as she can. The saltiness of the precum is familiar and she savors it, just for a moment, before she bobs her head, making sure her tongue offers long, languid licks and tantalizing twirls around the head. His breathing increases and the snoring stops after a minute— but he’s not awake, not yet.

After all, she knows his tells when she offers morning head.

Her nails dig into his thighs and there’s a slight groan and twitch of his hips. But still, he’s asleep... yet her excitement heightens, her still aching pussy from a few hours before pulsing with want, desire, and a need unlike any other.

A soft groan escapes him again and Jaela opens her eyes. “Mm....” Drake moans, then his sleepy ridden, clumsy hands knock her head as he fumbles for the blanket. His hips move to the rhythm of her thoroughly occupied mouth and he removes the blanket with a sleepy smile. He looks tired, but there’s still amazement in his eyes as she watches her head bob as she takes his cock, all of it, brushing the back of her throat.

“Abdi...” He lets his head fall back to the hay, hand winding its way into her hair. This continues for a few minutes, each time Jaela flicks her tongue he gasps, but then he speaks again, breathless. “God... it’s not even been two hours or somethin’...”

Jaela raises an eyebrow and removes his cock from her mouth... and instead strokes it while she talks. “Hmm? You don’t like a morning blowjob?” She accentuates her point by drawing a thin line with her tongue from the underside of his cock to the tip. His breathing hitches and hips buck at that. The heat within her builds, something about seeing him lose control irresistible to her.

“No... no I love it...” he whispers, eyes sparkling as she traces the rim of his head, then slips her tongue up to his tip, licking away another drip of precum. “We have a busy day... that’s all...”

Jaela smiles and pulls away. Before he can protest (as if he would, anyways), she’s hovering over him, the tip of him just barely brushing her dripping pussy. She loves making him feel good... and fuck if it isn’t hot feeling him just barely there, waiting. Wanting. Anticipating. Her hands splay across his chest and he grips her hips, trying to pull her down. Jaela smirks and shakes her head. She makes a figure eight, shuddering when those lightest of touches from his dick send sparks coursing throughout her.

“So?” She says, voice low. She lowers herself— just a bit— but enough for Drake to dig his nails into her hips and to gasp, eyes no longer sleepy. In the quiet of the barn, she can almost hear his heart beating— and she chuckles, taking his hands in hers. “We’re busy too. We have a baby to make. I think—“ He whispers something under his breath as she lowers herself to the hilt, sitting there, letting her body adjust to him. Also, she’s finding words hard to come by as she pulses around his length, eyelids fluttering.

Damn, she was ready for round two. It won’t last long but... Jaela rises with some difficulty as the hay isn’t the best support, but she manages, rocking her hips. “I think we did promise everybody that we were taking this very, very—“ And she circles her hips to elicit a deep groan and curse from Drake. “Seriously.”

At that, Jaela picks up her pace as she rides him. Their skin wastes no time getting slick against each other. Drake watches in wonder and lust as she rides him with expert care. The hay rustles beneath them and the critters outside sing and sigh while their breathes come hard and fast, their bodies melding together and their sounds filling the expansive space.

“Fuck...” Drake says, louder this time, and caresses her bouncing tits. He only has a second to brush her stiff nipples before they’re gone, moving to the rhythm of their bodies, moonlight bathing them. “Goddamn I love you.” He slaps her ass and Jaela gasps, driving harder.

“You know...” she breathes. She’ll come soon, and Drakes surprisingly nimble fingers on her clit will certainly help that. She does want some sleep, after all... but his dick first. She can still taste him in her mouth and it drives her crazy, biting her lip before she speaks, the warm— no fire— bubble threatening to burst from the combination of how he circles her clit to how full he makes her feel. “I’ve always wanted to ride a cowboy.”

Drake’s jaw drops. “Abdi you did not just—“ But whatever he said is lost when she moves her hips just right and his cry, mingled with hers as she comes over the edge, is caught between their lips meeting in a hurried, heavy kiss. He wraps his arms around her back and pulls her close, hips bucking as he comes for the second time that night. Jaela tightens around him, causing another gasp from him, and then sinks against him while he softens.

His heart beats wildly against his chest and she smiles, content. Well. For now. Drake kisses the top of her head and rakes his nails along her back. “That was the least unsexy thing you could have ever said in bed you know.”

She chuckles, snuggling more against him. “But we’re not in a bed so...”

“Touché,” Drake whispers, tracing circles on her back. “But that was a nice way to wake up... just couldn’t resist me?”

“Mmm...” Jaela says and they untangle from each other. Drake brings the discarded blanket Over them, legs intertwined. Jaela looks up at the sky again, smiling to herself. Drake rests a hand low on her stomach, a knowing grin there too. “That. And that getting pregnant is... apparently really hard work.” There’s a twinge of disappointment there but... but Jaela moves past it, eyes focused on the bright sky. Bright like their future, no matter when this baby comes. She touches his hand and they lock fingers.

“It’ll happen, Abdi. One day. Cordonia can wait.”

She frowns slightly at that. “But... can we?”

There isn’t an answer between them, letting the question linger in the hay scented air. Finally, they turn their heads to look at each other, reading the others expression. Jaela doesn’t know what she feels, but she sees the hope and want in his eyes. He touches her cheek and smiles, finally, and she feels at ease. “I don’t know about that, Abdi... but at least the process is fun.”

She smirks. “Even with really bad puns and jokes while we do it?”

Drake laughs and rolls his eyes. “Yes, even with your award-winning humor. It’ll never not be fun making love with you even if your humor is questionable at best.”

Jaela rolls into his arms and giggles, holding him close. “Get ready for more... because of the places we’ll find to do this... I’m sure there’s an unlimited amount of jokes I can make about our situation.”

Drakes laugh is warm and hearty, a comfort after the mixed sensations of disappointment. He tightens his grip. “So long as it means starting our family, I think I can put up with it.”

“Good,” she says, kissing his cheek. “Because you better saddle up for terrible puns and jokes for a lifetime, partner.”

Drake’s exaggerated groan fills the air.

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mfackenthal · 6 years ago

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MFR #10 Minipost: TRR

TRR Fanfic is abundant and I love it!

Here’s a list of the work I read for TRR in the last two months.

Epiphany (series) by @ao719

In this series – we get to see what may have happened in Liam let fear keep him from proposing to MC (Daniella) when he had the chance. Instead, he didn’t choose her out of fear that doing so would put her more in harm’s way. When Daniella returns and Liam has to watch her fall for another man … let’s just say sparks fly. Come see if Liam can prove he still has what is needed to get the girl.

The Consequence of Secrets – Part 18 – The ICU by @blackcatkita

The pregnant Queen is finally awake. She’s on anesthesia and a bit high – so that’s entertaining. Liam’s anger is thawing towards Drake (finally!) This series is so good – so if you haven’t started it – it’s time to catch up. And if you’ve been waiting for the next chapter – here it is!

Vengeance (series) by @ao719

Colette comes to Cordonia on a mission. Drake seems to know her and be able to vouch for her. Liam, of course, falls for her quickly. As people in high places end up in jail for their illegal activities, Colette’s life is threatened. Is Colette a danger to the crown? Will Liam be able to keep her safe?

Guarded Hearts by @lolablackwrites

In the most recent chapter (37), Bas and Alice are back together. Bas asks Alice to move in with him! We get more of BFF Frankie. A delightful conversation occurs between Alice and Bertrand. This chapter made me snort coffee. It hurt but it was so worth it. As the president of the Bastien Fanclub – I’m telling you that you must read this if you love Bas!

Worth the Wait by @speedyoperarascalparty

Happy Father’s Day Drake Walker!

The Sins of the Father by @sawyeroakleyscowboyhat

Liam learns that Drake is his brother. Come find out how that happened.

Running on Fumes by @cocomaxley

When exhausted men babysit their children, they learn the importance of tagging their strollers.

Liam’s Journal (series) by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

TRR book 1 through Liam’s 5 senses. You know the story – but not this intimately.

A Question of Paternity (series) by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

Riley marries Drake and quickly learns she is pregnant. Is it possible that Drake is not the father?

Marry Me by @theroyalweisme

Drake watches the love of his life marry someone else. It’s beautiful anguish.

Family Secrets (series) by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

Bertrand knows there’s a sister Beaumont out there. Maxwell doesn’t. Maxwell invites Nev to come compete for Liam. The stage is set for secrets to reveal something good or make life more complicated.

Whatever Comes Next by @drakewalkerwhipped

Drake and Jaela are on their honeymoon. This is a chapter of love, smut, tenderness AND plot.

A Twist in the Tale by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

Things are a little different in this story about when Liam learns what happened with Tariq.

Living with Consequences by @argylemnwrites

Drake and Riley agreed their child could be the next heir to the throne and regretted it almost immediately … come find out a few of the reasons why. I particularly love how Drake and Riley are on the same page at the end.

Sweethearts (series) by @elles-choices

Liam is King. Lola is a fashion icon. They’ve found a way to get back together but that’s still not public knowledge. In this NSFW chapter, Liam lets Lola know that she can be seen with someone else, but he owns her body and heart.

July 1: Home by @darley1101

Liam and Karin (MC) take a moment to breath and remember how lucky they are.

Finding Riley (series) by @emceesynonymroll

An amazing AU where we learn that Riley isn’t who she originally claimed to be but she may just be what Cordonia needs. This was so creative, I was hanging on every new chapter.

Unexpected (series) by @ao719

Driam x Riley – it’s NSFW, it’s sexy, no one has been able to clearly think through their feelings on their own, let alone share those feelings … but there’s a lot of love to go around. I cannot wait to see where this one goes! And in the meantime – every chapter is HOT HOT HOT!!!

We Owe Him by @drakewalkerwhipped

The conversation we all deserved between Drake and MC about naming a child the next heir. It’s real, it’s honest, it’s intense.

The Secrets Out (series) by @ao719 (CGW)

Liam has a cousin that Anitah had a one-night stand with and never mentioned anything … Liam is very drunk when he learns this and says shit he never should have even thought. Check out this series to learn how Liam learns this truth and then whine with me for more so we can learn how Liam gets out of the dog house.

One Handsome Devil (series) by @onehandsomedevil-trr

Follow the TRR story that you love with greater details. Drake with with MC (Kate) and right now Liam is with Hana. Liam and Hana is not a pairing I usually like – but it works. Come see why.

The Royal Honor by @katedrakeohd

This is going to kind of follow the plot of The Royal Heir … but with @katedrakeohd flair.

Pas de trois (series) by @ritachacha

Maxwell has married MC (Riley). She has had a few flings with Liam … which Maxwell has just recently learned and is not thrilled by. Liam has asked for permission to be with Riley so that an heir might be born. No one seems to be speaking their full truths – least of all Riley and Maxwell. But the sex they’re having is hot. I can’t wait to see where things go from here.

Fall Apart (series) by @debramcg1106

Riley and married Liam and let’s just say that Drake is not handling that very well. Drake has friends who want to help – and some who will force him to get help. Will he accept it?

Totally, One-Hundred Percent Brand New Information by @argylemnwrites

A delightful story about how and when Maxwell figures out that Riley has fallen for Drake. Maxwell is such a good friend!

Treason Never Wins (series) by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

Liam and Riley are trying to get down the aisle, but Anton may find a way to stop the wedding. Will everyone survive?

Don’t Confuse Having a Career with Having a Life by @choicecrossover

Ana De Luca interviews Bastien and Rinda. While I believe that MFackenthal would give a better interview, I am in love with Bastien and Rinda. This interview is just one more reason why.

Worlds Collide: Prologue by @cordoniansgonewild

An AU to the original AU – The start of a social season where Liam isn’t the only guy looking for a partner in life.

All He Wanted by @emceesynonymroll

Drake wakes up one morning to the life he always thought he wanted … but everything is not as it seems. Come figure out what is going on.

Be Careful What You Wish For (series) by @bobasheebaby

Liam does not accept that Rebecca could really choose Drake and he continues to pursue her after their marriage. If you get in Liam’s way – you may end up dead. Can Liam be stopped?

I’m Flossy by @cordoniansgonewild

Liam’s dance is caught for others to see.

The Pain is In the Knowing (series) by @ritachacha

In this beautifully written and bittersweet story – Maxwell is in love with Savannah. Will he tell her or let her marry his brother?

Obsessed (series) by @speedyoperarascalparty (CGW)

Drake and Pam have a stalker. This person is closer than we want. Danger! Danger! Can Drake keep Pam safe?

More than This by @hopefulmoonobject

To be honest, I had a small hand in the creation of this one – so yeah yeah bias blah blah blah. But seriously – it’s sooooo good and popular demand has asked for it to become a series. I cannot wait to see where things go! Leo is trying to turn a new leaf. He’s getting clean from alcohol, but other addictions are harder to let go … then he meets a woman that might just be worth staying healthy for.

The Masterlist for @stopforamoment

Bas and Rinda. Rinda is my spirit animal. This series is AMAZING! It’s the slow burn of slow burn. I had to edit a few chapters just to get a damn kiss! BUT Rinda is full of life. She’s soulful. She brings out a lighter side for Bas. The humor in this series will surprise you at times. I read series 1 – 6 in two days and will be catching up on the next 20 series as soon as I can.

All the Stars (mini-series) by @ao719

Liam and MC (Lauren) have a child, but Lauren stays in New York to raise their child. Can Liam convince her to come to Cordonia? Bring some tissues for the later chapters.

The Commoner’s Wife (series) by @dcbbw

Riley has married Drake – but is it out of obligation or love? Liam and Riley are having an affair. Liam wants Riley but he also wants the sneaking around to end. What does Riley want? Drake isn’t as in the dark as everyone is trying to convince him to be. It’s complicated and sexy and I cannot wait to see where things go from here. (Many thanks to @darley1101 who told me to read this!)

All Is Not What It Seems (series) by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

Is Liam cheating on Riley with Hana?

Addicted (Preview 2) by @indiacater

Liam and Naima were addicted to each other in the past. They’ve been forced apart but now Naima is back – and the addiction is too. Things are going to get delightfully messy.

Crazy Week by @butindeed

It’s all in the title ;) It’s a crazy week for Riley, Liam, Drake, Hana and more. A TRR AU.

A Peek Behind Liam’s Instagram (series) by @the-soot-sprite and @zaffrenotes

Pictures may say more than words – but that won’t keep the Cordonian crew from sharing their opinions.

Shameless Promotions:

The MFackenthal Show with @cordoniansgonewild: Think Ellen meets choices. In this episode, the ladies of Cordonian’s Gone Wild take over The MFackenthal Show – let the shenanigans and drinking commence while you learn how these four ladies make the magic happen.

From the World’s Collide AU with @cordoniansgonewild come 5 interviews with MFackenthal and the guys:

**MFackenthal Interviews Liam from @cordoniansgonewild

**MFackenthal Interviews Drake from @cordoniansgonewild

**MFackenthal Interviews Rashad from @cordoniansgonewild

**MFackenthal Interviews Leo from @cordoniansgonewild

**MFackenthal Interviews Maxwell from @cordoniansgonewild

#MFackenthal Reviews TRR #TRR #MFR #10 #minipost

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something-tofightfor · 6 years ago

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Forget It

Pairing: Sam Adams x Reader

Word Count: 3790

Rating: NSFW

* Continuation of “Remind Me”, which can be found on my Masterlist under the “July Drabbles” section *

Author’s Note: This got real smutty real fast... and it’s all for @its-my-little-dumpster-fire, who supports me CONSTANTLY in every way possible... this is a little payback. You’re the best.

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“It feels so good to lay here with you, why are you trying to get up?” He spoke quietly, hand settled on your shoulder, his long, rough fingers curled against your skin. “Stay.” Though you knew there were things to be tended to, the plea in his voice kept you in place, a deep breath drawn before allowing it to escape. Fine.

“Sam.” You sighed, rolling onto your back and pulling the blanket up to cover your bare chest in one smooth movement, head turning to look at your husband. He had his left arm folded beneath his own head, cheek pressed against the bare skin near his elbow, and a smile on his face as he eyed you intently, cheeks still flushed. “Sam we have so many things to -”

“They can wait.” You watched as his tongue poked out of his mouth, the hand that had been on your shoulder rising up to cup your cheek. “All of them. I want to lay with my wife.” He raised an eyebrow as you leaned into his touch, lips curving into a smile. I can’t deny him, I never could. “I’m sure you have so many things to tell me about what I’ve missed.” You agreed that you did, shifting closer to him and tucking your head beneath his chin, forehead pressed against his neck as his hold on you tightened. “You can start by telling me why you’ve allowed that beast to sleep in here with you.”

Giggling, you closed your eyes, one of your arms making its way around his waist. “Rogue kept me company, Sam. He barked so often when he was sleeping downstairs that I got almost no sleep, so…” You kissed his chest, inhaling. “So he came up here with me, and we both slept much better.” Though Sam had brought you the dog in the first place, you’d learned very quickly that your husband was a jealous man, that your diverted attention - even to a dog - was enough to sour his mood at times. “But now that you’re home, I’ll have no problems sleeping, with or without him upstairs.”

“No,” he replied, lips finding the top of your head. “You won’t. I’ll see to it that you can’t even get the housework done because you’re so thoroughly tired.” His words were playful but the tone he used was full of promise, and you knew that he could make good on what he was saying - before he’d left for his last trip, Sam had shown you exactly how much he cared about you, and how much he’d miss you, leaving you exhausted for nearly a week.

Though he’d had a reputation before you’d met him, when he began courting you, Samuel Adams had worked hard to prove that though he was many things, unfaithful was not one of them. You’d caught his eye as he walked from his small home toward the tavern, and that had been enough. A shameless flirt (especially with you), it had taken only a week for you to agree to walk with him through the streets of Boston in the daylight hours, your maid following close behind, and another month or so for Sam to convince your father that though people thought the worst of him, his intentions with you were pure - as they were for the Colonies.

With your father convinced (and quite interested) at the prospect of Sam and the other rebels succeeding and therefore securing themselves higher positions within society, Sam was permitted into your home, where you spent countless hours during both the day and early evening learning about each other. You’d fallen in love with him quickly, and although no one but the two of you knew they’d happened, the times when he’d snuck onto the property while you were walking the grounds or pulled you into the shadows between or behind the buildings in the city were what had solidified your desire to marry him, even as things escalated around you in Boston and Sam’s activities became more dangerous. There was more to Sam Adams than met the eye, and you were lucky enough to know that not all of him was focused on the fight against the British, that he had a heart beneath the lapels of his jacket as well.

“Sam.” You wet your lips with your tongue, sighing. “I am starving. And you must be hungry as well, after traveling for such a long -” He cut you off with a kiss, lips molding to yours as he rolled closer to you, the weight of his body pressing you back into the mattress as it had only half an hour previously. “Samuel Adams, you are -”

“Happy to see my wife again after months apart?”He murmured the words as he kissed you gently, lips trailing down across your chin and jaw, to your throat. “Can you blame me? You seemed more than eager to pull me into this bed, and…” He kissed you again, shrugging as he rubbed his cheek against yours. “I’ll always be happy to see you.” He sighed, one had sliding down your arm and stopping at your wrist, which he squeezed gently. “But you’re right, I am hungry, and we’ll both need to eat if we’re going to celebrate my homecoming as I plan to.” His eyes were bright as he stared down at you, lips shaped into the barest of smiles - the smirk, actually, that you loved so much on him.

“And how is that, Mr. Adams?” Your own hand rose, pushing his hair away from his face, fingertips lingering on the scar next to his eye. “How do you propose that we celebrate? My family would love to see you, they -”

“Naked. In this bed.” He spoke plainly, tone honest. “That’s how I intend to spend at least the rest of today.” He paused, raising one eyebrow and turning his head to kiss the inside of your wrist, lips lingering on your skin. “And also perhaps some of tomorrow.” He closed his fingers around your forearm, moving your hand away from his face. “But first, you can make me dinner.” You laughed, nodding. “And… maybe I’ll take a bath while you do that, we can catch up…” He licked his lips, cheeks going round as he grinned. “That sound good to you?” You nodded, feeling yourself smile as well as Sam shifted off of you, sitting up in the bed.

“It’ll take some time to get the water ready, Sam.” You sat up too, swinging your legs over the opposite side of the bed, pulling your shift back on before you stood. “I’ll go put that on to heat while you get the tub.”

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The process of filling the tub enough for Sam to soak had taken some time, with you putting the kettle over the fire to boil while the two of you took turns bringing in pails full of water from the pump in the yard to supplement the hot water you’d later add, but after nearly a half an hour, the water was steaming, waiting for your husband to climb in. You started to prepare dinner while you waited for the water, Rogue following you around the kitchen dutifully as Sam sat at the table, chin in his hand. “He’s truly grown to love you.” Though there was a note of disapproval in his voice as he spoke, Sam also seemed happy. “I’m thankful he’s here to protect you.” You reached down, scratching the dog between his ears and smiled.

“I am too.” Pulling the final bucket away from the flames and dumping it into the tub, you looked at your husband. “He’s no substitute for you, of course, but…” You grinned. “Get in, Samuel, I’ve got to finish cooking.” Unashamed, Sam stood, locking eyes with you as he pulled his shirt over his head, draping it over the chair he’d been sitting in before reaching down to unbutton the breeches he’d pulled on, letting them fall to the floor. You’d just seen him naked a few minutes earlier, but your breath still caught at the sight of your husband’s body - long and lean - in the light streaming in through the window. “I missed you, Sam.” He winked at you before lifting one of his legs and climbing into the tub, sinking down into the water with a sigh.

For the next fifteen minutes, Sam leaned back against one end of the tub, most of his body concealed beneath the water as he soaked and scrubbed at his skin. You kept up a steady stream of conversation with him as you chopped carrots and cut up potatoes to boil with salted pieces of ham. “I baked bread yesterday, too, so -”

“Whatever you make, it will be perfect.” His voice was quiet, and you looked over your shoulder from the kitchen counter at your husband, hair slicked back and eyes on you. “I wish that this was all over.” He sighed, shaking his head. “We still have a long way to go until we have peace, but… we’ve made so much progress, and it’s all going to be for something, but the cost is…” He shook his head. “I hate being away from Boston, away from you.” Oh, Sam. Your husband’s emotions often were on display - that was just how he was, unwilling to hide his feelings, unwilling to sit back and let others act on his behalf, but to hear him say something so honest about you?

“Sam, it’s… I knew what this meant when we married, I knew that you’d be gone often.” You stirred the pot once more, putting a lid on it and setting the spoon down on the countertop before you walked over to where the back door was, opening it to let Rogue outside. That done, you turned and moved to where the tub was, pulling a chair next to it. As you settled down into it, you pushed the sleeves of your shift up, over your elbows and reached over, running your hands through his hair. “Think of what happens when this is all over, when people look back at you and your friends.” He nodded slowly, eyes focused on you, expression serious. “I’m here. I will be here. I don’t care how long you’re gone, or where you have to go, this is our home, and I am your wife.” You leaned in, kissing him beneath his eye. “You’re capable of so much good, Samuel Adams, it would be a shame for you to stay here and just be a husband to me - and I don’t want that for you.”

“I should have met you sooner,” he sighed, eyes closing. “Maybe then I wouldn’t have wasted so many years of my life to alcohol and being a burden to John.”

“Sam, stop.” You leaned down, scooping up some of the water and bringing it to his head, dampening his hair further as you worked your fingers through it. “You lost Elizabeth, and it wasn’t easy for you. No one faults you for your behavior.” Not now, anyway. Your hands continued moving, rubbing a small piece of soap over Sam’s hair, watching it lather. “You’ve grown up, Sam. I watched it, my family watched it, your family watched it, the people of Boston watched it… and without you, we’d still be…” You shook your head, hands near the nape of his neck as you continued to wash his hair for him, nails scratching against his scalp and causing him to groan softly under your touch. “Sit up, Sam. Tilt your head back.” He did as you asked, patiently waiting as you reached for the small bowl next to the bathtub, filling it with water and pouring it slowly over his head. You worked the soap from his hair, ensuring that you removed it all before nodding one at him. “There. All clean.”

“There are other parts of me that could use your touch as well.” His voice low, Sam’s gaze burned into you, wet fingers reaching out for your face as he tugged you toward him for a kiss. “It’s been a while since I’ve thoroughly bathed.”

“What, like your back?” You teased him, reaching for a scrap of cloth and another small piece of soap, wetting the material before beginning to work on the smooth skin of his shoulders which was directly in front of you. “I can understand that, even with those long arms of yours.” He laughed quietly, allowing you to clean him, fingers running over the taut muscles as you soaped him up and then rinsed him off, using the same bowl. “You’re going to smell better than me, Samuel.” He laughed again, trailing off into a contented sigh as you worked on one side of his ribs and then the other, careful not to tickle him. You knew what you were doing - knew exactly where the bath was going to go, and didn’t want to risk ruining the mood by causing him to kick, toes slamming into the side of the tub.

“I’ll be more than happy to return the favor for you,” he replied as he lifted one arm, allowing you to work the cloth all the way up beneath his arm, humming quietly to yourself as you did so. “I believe I know your body better than my own and I know what needs the most attention.” You shivered at his words, glancing up to see the look on his face and then quickly looked away, moving to the other side of the tub, repeating the movement for his other arm. Yes, you do. You were married, allowed to feel the way that he made you feel, in absolute awe of the things that he could do to you with only a few words or a look, but it still shocked you that despite knowing him for years and being married, the feelings hadn’t changed.

“Stop it, Sam.” You shook your head, cheeks blazing as you dipped the cloth back into the water, eyes on his chest. Kneeling on the floor next to him so that you had better access to the front of his body, you took a deep breath. Without warning, his hand moved from the edge of the tub, arm crossing over his body and his fingers closing around your chin, lifting your face to look at him fully.

“No.” He shook his head, a serious look on his face. “I won’t.” You inhaled sharply, pressing your lips together, but you nodded at him, feeling your chest expand. In a split second, you decided to continue the game you were playing with him, using your left hand to rub the soap against his chest, moving it in small circles through the dark hair present there before moving lower, broadening the strokes of the perfumed chunk. You followed this with the dampened cloth in your right hand, pressing down against his skin - giving him what he asked for without speaking. You said thorough. He was silent as you cleaned his skin, focused on your task, but as you worked lower, he shifted in the tub, his right hand moving away from the lip of it and settling between your shoulders - not holding you tightly, but still letting you know it was there.

His arousal was visible through the slightly tinted water and you felt yourself smile at the sight - Sam was insatiable when it came to you, and though it was slightly improper, you were glad that your teasing hadn’t been for nothing. Your hand reached the water line, where the trail of dark hair on his lower abdomen began and though the soap was still between your fingers, neither of you were focused on the bath anymore. The cloth dropped from your hand with a soft splash into the water, and you finally let go of the soap as you extended your fingers, flattening them against his stomach and watching as they too dipped beneath the water. He said your name, under his breath but you didn’t pay attention, closing your fingers around him and feeling his grip against your back tighten.

The soapy water allowed your hand to move against him comfortably and easily, and you felt your own lips part as you touched him, breaths shortening as he stiffened further in your hand. Sam’s legs shifted to brace himself as he moved his hand upward, fingers tangling in your hair, which was pulled into a loose tail and hanging over your shoulder. You glanced up at him, looking through your lashes and found your husband staring at you through hooded eyes, tongue poking out from between his lips. “I’ve missed this.” He spoke hoarsely, shaking his head back and forth. “Your touch, your…” He groaned as you squeezed, his eyes closing for a brief moment. “You’ve never…” He panted your name out again, and you watched him, feeling a heat building up in your own belly. “Never in the water, not like this.” He could barely get the words out, and as you shifted, leaning further over the tub to kiss him, you twisted your wrist, catching him off guard.

Sam’s grip on the back of your head changed immediately, holding you to him tightly and even as you continued to move your hand up and down, he kissed you hard, tongue moving against yours in a way that would have scandalized you only a few years previously. “Sam…” You said his name once when you broke apart for breath, pressing your forehead against his and feeling his damp hair against your skin. “Oh, Sam.” He nodded, and you heard the edge of the tub creak as he gripped it tightly with his free hand. Your own right hand was working tirelessly on him, the cuff of your sleeve damp from skimming the surface of the water as your arm moved, and you glanced down, noticing that the end of him was peeking up above the edge of the water, droplets of moisture - from him or the bathwater, you couldn’t tell - collected on his smooth skin.

“I’m almost… please…” His voice cut into your thoughts and you snapped your eyes back upward, finding his wide open and staring at you intently. “Please don’t stop, keep…” He hissed, the next word leaving his lips a quiet “damn”, and you giggled, despite yourself as he continued to speak. You imagined what his friends and colleagues would say if they saw him like this- at your mercy, pleading for you to please him in one breath and praising you for your skill in the next. “Just you wait,” he whispered, lips pressing against yours roughly, a shake of his head causing his hair to fall forward and dampen the skin of your face. “Wait until we’re back upstairs.” He was panting, muscles rigid and you nodded slowly, knowing that he was close, that it would only take a few more moments.

“You belong in my hand, Samuel Adams,” you half whispered the words, lips next to his ear, fingers moving over the tip of him. “And in our bed, and in me.” He cried out, fingers digging into your back and you felt him shudder in your grip, hearing him let out a breath as he relaxed into the water, a warmth coating the inside of your palm and fingers - and, as you looked down and saw, his stomach as well. “Welcome home, Mr. Adams.” You leaned forward, kissing him gently on the lips before removing your hand from him and reaching into the water with the other one for the cloth, using it to wipe at his stomach, cleaning him before using it to do the same to your own hand. Discarding it onto the floor, you pushed his hair away from his face before standing, wiping both damp hands on your shift. “The water’s getting cold. You should dry off and get dressed… dinner should be ready soon.”

He looked up at you, still catching his breath and offered you a smile before standing too, putting his hands on your waist and lowering his head. You felt the wetness beneath his palms soaking through the material of your dress, but didn’t care as he kissed you again - this one tender and full of appreciation. “I do belong with you,” he said quietly as he moved his head away from yours and pulled you closer to him, the tub giving him some (unnecessary) added height. “And I’m never going to let you forget it.” Despite the fact that he was wet, you didn’t pull away, letting him wrap his arms around you as you turned your head to lay your cheek against his bare chest. He held you close for nearly a minute, both of you silent, and then said your name again, causing you to straighten up. Sam’s hands moved away from your torso, coming up to your jaw and he held your face between them, staring down at you. “I love you.”

You nodded, unable to speak for a moment as he repeated the words, a grin breaking across his face. “And I love you.” You squared your shoulders, blinking slowly. “Which is why we need to eat before we continue this.” He laughed as you turned, reaching for the clean blanket that you’d gotten ready for him to dry off with. When Sam took it from your hand, you walked purposefully over to the stove, using another scrap of cloth to remove the lid from the pot, stirring it thoroughly. Just about done. You added another few ladles full of water to the contents, inhaling as you willed your own heartbeat to slow. Though you knew Sam would take care of you later, you weren’t used to being left wanting, especially when -

“Here.” He reached around you, using the blanket he was wrapped in to protect his hand as he lifted the pot from over the fire by the handle, setting it down atop the counter. “Look at me.” You did as he asked, turning and realizing that he’d just draped the blanket over his shoulders and nothing more. “Why bother getting dressed yet?” Sam wrapped his arms around your shoulders, encasing you in the material with him. “We’ll both be fine for another hour...or two.” Hands on his hips, you nodded, rising onto your toes to kiss Sam, head tilted to the side. He deepend the kiss, holding you tightly before taking your lower lip between his teeth and tugging as he pulled away. “Alright?” You nodded, breathless, and Sam grinned bending down to pick you up in his arms, cradling you to his chest before turning and carrying you from the kitchen and back up the stairs.

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tmarie82 · 6 years ago

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Random NSFW ABC Headcanons - Barrett x Ansel

Pairing: Barrett Carlisle x Ansel Crane

Book: The Heist: Monaco

Word Count: ~800

Rating: NSFW

Author’s Note: A little collection of naughty Barrett x Ansel headcanons for the NSFW ABCs. My friend @mfackenthal requested a Dirty Secret drabble for one (or more) of my Th:M mystery pairings, while @timmagicktoad requested whatever random letters that struck my fancy. I hope you enjoy these!

Please let me know if you would like to be added to my tag list. You can find all of my fics in my Masterlist on my homepage.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Despite the dominant/submissive roles these two play in the bedroom, they are surprisingly tender after they complete the naughty acts. While their affair started as a fun fling, both men unable to deny the attraction right away, quickly as they continued to meet for their secret trysts they became rather fond of each other. Barrett let down his stern and aggressive persona, allowing Ansel to also open up about his insecurities.

Once they take off the masks of their roles, they will often snuggle together and talk before they have to separate. Barrett loves to run his fingers through Ansel’s golden curls while he’s nestled up against his chest, while Ansel runs his fingers along Barrett’s ribs response. Although these two have to maintain the facade of their professional relationship to the public and therefore never allow sleepovers, they both thoroughly enjoy these quiet moments together.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Barrett adores every inch of his smaller partner’s body, how trim and youthful he appears underneath his suit. However, his favorite feature of Ansel’s is definitely the pile of blonde curls atop his head. He loves to yank on them while he’s pounding him from behind, or to run his fingers through them in the post-coitus afterglow as they lie tangled in bed.

Although cliche, Ansel loves Barrett’s cock, stating that it is the most sophisticated dick he’s ever had the honor of witnessing.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The first time these two gave in to their desire together was rather an accident. They were in a private meeting in Barrett’s office, reviewing plans for the upcoming gala when the two men got into a minor disagreement. Quite flustered and upset that his boss (his boss that he couldn’t stop fantasizing about) had just aggressively reprimanded him over a minute detail, Ansel reached forward to retrieve the blueprints so he could storm out. When Barrett attempted to grab them at the same time and their hands brushed, both men stilled and locked eyes in a heated stare. Ansel swiftly moved away, stuttering and shaky as he tried to play off the sexual tension buzzing in the room. But Barrett, always direct and professional, wouldn’t have it.

The next thing they knew both men had their pants around their ankles, Ansel bent over the desk as Barrett taught him a hard lesson about making mistakes on his dime.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Ansel spent the first few weeks of his employment for Carlisle jerking himself off to sleep. While most of his waking hours he spent focused on work, as soon as his mind was quiet it was a revolving door of endless erotic fantasies about his new boss.

Barrett is not one to masturbate on his own … with that much money he can have someone service him at any hour, anywhere. However, he does have a kink for masturbating in front of his submissive observer, and Ansel plays this role perfectly. Ansel must kneel on the floor, hands behind his back and tied to his ankles, where he must simply watch. No speaking, licking, rubbing … nothing. Barrett enjoys how excited Ansel gets without any contact while he strokes his cock right in his face, how his breathing becomes labored and his dick stands at attention just at the sight of him pleasuring himself. As soon as he sees Ansel’s excitement at full salute Barrett is unable to control himself any longer, gripping his partner’s shoulder to steady himself as he spurts his release across Ansel’s bare chest.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

These two are not fans of quickies whatsoever. True dominance and submission requires intense focus and therefore takes time.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

As the dominant, Barrett gets off teasing Ansel. He enjoys edging him to the point of extreme arousal, then pulls back before Ansel is able to climax as a form of ‘punishment’ when he misbehaves. He also enjoys being in control of when Ansel is finally able to come, commanding that the other man hold off until Barrett gives permission to finally let go.

As the submissive, Ansel would never tease Barrett for fear of a rather harsh punishment. Besides, he doesn’t want to … he knows who’s in charge.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Barrett’s cock resembles his stature, longer yet leaner than average. It is approximately 7.5” long and uncircumcised.

Ansel’s package is average-sized at best, approximately 5” erect and cut and curved slightly to the left.

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resetmypatientviolence · 7 years ago

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No Script (Prince Hamid x MC)

Pairing: Prince Hamid x MC (Pippa) [Faceclaim: Alia Bhatt]

Word Count: 1,368

Rating: T

Warnings: None/Kissing

Summary: Behind the scenes, Pippa and Prince Hamid have long abandoned the script. And this time, there isn't a bang to stop the one thing-- the only thing-- that feels natural since her world’s been turned upside down.

Suggested Song Accompaniment: Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata

Notes: It’s time for some Prince Hamid love, all. Writing in this genre isn’t my style, but I hope I served this fic well. It’s perhaps a bit more saucy than the time allows... As always, thank you for reading! MASTERLIST

“Then, I shall present you with this ring as a token of my undying affection and ask you the honor of becoming my wife…” Pippa, say Pippa. “Madeline.”

He does not say her name, but Pippa is lost in his dark eyes, the practicing actors voices far and distant, Pippa and Prince Hamid backstage, acting out a tale of their own in the dim, crowded space that smells of oak and earth after a thunderstorm, rich and intoxicating; Prince Hamid’s glowing smile the brightest sight Pippa’s ever laid eyes on. More than the Edgewater Estate. More than the white of London. More than the sun.

It’s Prince Hamid and Pippa, the scripts been long since abandoned, utterly surrounded but so blissfully alone. If one were to see them, perhaps she would distangle from his truly chaste embrace– hands, so strong, holding her, as to not give the wrong impression of impropriety. Yet… her eyes drift to that smile, to his lips, soft and full.

A small movement brings her back to reality, eyes travelling up the planes of his face, olive, sunkissed skin smooth, crinkles in the corner of the eyes that she’s already dared to get lost in, heart in her throat, high above the brooch. He presses his fingers against her side, layers of dark blue fabric shifting. “I believe it is your turn for a line, Lady Pippa.”

“Indeed,” Pippa breathes. In the moment-- a single, blissful moment that rushes in all at once, with a sweet scent of cloves and cinnamon-- she’s acutely aware of how close their faces are, inches apart-- closer than any man has been before.

But Prince Hamid is a bold man, one who sends shivers through her body trapped in lace, setting a fire that has never been there before, feelings that she cannot fathom to describe. Yet, should you, Lady Pippa? “Of course, my dear. Of course I shall be your wife, it’s a question you should have known an answer to, my dearest love.” Should she touch a hand to his cheek? To feel the silken skin of his cheek, the gentle pebbled stubble? This is merely acting, is it not? Yet...

The air is heavy and warm, or perhaps it is merely his comforting presence as he holds Pippa in his arms, his breath on her cheek. Prince Hamid’s eyes are dark, and if Pippa could look in a mirror, she would see the same of herself, hearts beating out of their chests. “And now…” Prince Hamid begins, eyes lingering on her lips, as she did to him before in the short few seconds that last an eternity, an unspoken lifetime between the two. He takes her hand, offering a squeeze, thumb leaving a trail of fire as it brushes along her own. “I think the script would say we kiss…”

But where is the script?

Long and forgotten, a kiss nought to be found, but Pippa leans forward, daring to rest a hand on his chest, luxurious fabric soft and fine, pressed close to his chest to where she can feel every heartbeat against her hand. Hamid’s heartbeat, so strong and clear, beating in tune to hers, their dark, imploring eyes saying that very same thing to each other, no words needed: No, this is not an act. We do not need scripts.

As if compelled by a force unknown, their eyes shut at the same time their lips meet. Pippa sucks in a breath. So, this is a kiss. Not a kiss upon her cheek or hand. But a kiss a gentleman should make when he intends for a lady to be something more than a lady he shall meet in passing. This is for a lady he intends to hold until the sun rises. This is a moment that only two should share when they yearn for something more, something larger than themselves.

This is her first kiss.

So and tender, curious, bodies frozen until they thaw, Prince Hamid’s hand that traced a tantalizing line on her palm on her cheek now, fingers grazing the loose hair along her temple. Noses pressed against each other, Pippa follows his motions when the caress of his lips part, gently-- so gently-- pull her lower lip between his teeth.

Her fingers curl against his chest and his hand against her back slides up to the back of her head and draws her closer, warmth and fire and spice and everything bursting forth from the world contained within this kiss, long eyelashes against her cheek. Their lips move in unison, neither willing to part. Every motion, every gentle touch against her body from Prince Hamid is a new and tender feeling-- yet one where fire and lighting dare to swirl into her veins, from head to toe, burning the brightest in her midsection-- yearning.

Yes, yes yearning. Yearning for a taste, her tongue daring to trace his lower lip-- only to meet his, another shock of wonder dancing through her body, impossibly close to Prince Hamid. His fingers travel down the back of her neck-- over the lace-- then back into her hair, winding them into her curls. It’s a kiss that could last forever, Prince Hamid’s tongue caressing hers, both offer a little nip on the others lip, his hand on her side now, lowering her-- body warm and safe in his embrace-- to the floor, on the assortment of pillows that is under them.

Her hand strokes his cheek-- and there she can touch the pebbled stubble, the high planes of his cheekbone-- delicate bone--, and feel the pure warmth contained within the man that is bold and bright Prince Hamid, one that burns like the sun when she was a child and would play under its welcomed warmth, one that lasted well through the night, and dream of meeting her Prince to whisk her away.

But Prince Hamid is no sun. He will not fade away into the darkness of night. No, he is here and she is here, too, bodies as one through a simple, slow, and stunning first kiss-- lips finally (but yet, there is no finally, for she will never get enough) parting, eyes slowly blinking the other into existence.

His thumb runs over her own cheek, smiles on their lips, world fuzzy and hazy and everything right with Prince Hamid. With care, a ghost of his fingertips, eyes dark and eternal, he traces her lips. “Pippa…” he breathes, fingers tracing her jaw now, tingles abound. “Pippa… say something, anything…”

And she goes to speak, but the words cannot come out. Her smile falls, words caught in her throat. No, no, she thinks, the world-- her world-- succumbing to the haze, her name, Pippa, Pippa, Pippa, still on his lips as he fades, voice quieter with every passing second-- that too, lasts an eternity-- this lifetime, however, real. Hers.

“Pippa, darling,” whispers Duke Richards, bearing a smile for the crowd in the pews. “I believe it’s your turn for a line, my dearest.”

And she gulps, looking at the eyes upon her-- none that she cares to know. None that she wants to be here. None that are Prince Hamid’s, long gone, only a fantasy in her mind. The only thing keeping her-- “I do,” she whispers and the Duke squeezes her hands and she cannot avoid his steely, hungry eyes-- cold and harsh and nothing like her daydreams.

The words are blurry-- as is her vision, tears that other would think are from love, her marriage to a proper man securing the Edgewater Estate-- but it is of loss. Of want. Of desire, but not for the man leaning in. No.

It’s for the man she could only dream of; the Prince she wants nothing more than to sweep her away to lands far away, not caring for the estate any longer-- why want for power and money without true love and--

Duke Richards presses his lips to hers-- and it is nothing like the daydream, the fantasy, of her first kiss. Cold and hard and devoid of anything she could claim to call affection-- no it is not.

Ah, she thinks, eyes shut tight, this is a first kiss.

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stopforamoment · 6 years ago

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A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words Challenge: Gone Fishing

My masterlist is at the end of my bio. Book: The Royal Romance (After Book Three) Pairing: Bastien Lykel x OC Rinda (Parks) Lykel Word Count: 1,043 Rating: F for Fluff (there’s one or two F-bombs) Author’s Note: This is my submission for @speedyoperarascalparty‘s A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words challenge. She is also the one who tagged me and gave me the picture. Thank you—this was so much fun! My apologies if I missed anyone with my tags--please let me know so I can add them. @speedyoperarascalparty @ao719 @leelee10898 @riseandshinelittleblossom@zaffrenotes @drakewalkerwhipped @stopforamoment@annekebbphotography @lizeboredom @boneandfur @mind-reader1@jovialyouthmusic @ooo-barff-ooo @bobasheebaby @ownworldresident@hopefulmoonobject @sleepwalkingelite @likethetailofacomet@silviasutton1989 @blackcatkita @blackcoffee85 @kennaxval @andy-loves-corgis @callmetippytumbles @iplaydrake @the-everlasting-dream@brightpinkpeppercorn @agent-bossypants @tornbetween2loves @dcbbw@jlouise88 @choicesbyjade @breaumonts @thehonorarybeaumont@pixelsandkink @innerpostmentality @katedrakeohd @darley1101 @carabeth@sirbeepsalot@cocomaxley @mfackenthal @moneyfordiamonds @romanticatheart-posts@choicesarehard @gibbles82

Obligatory disclaimer that Pixelberry Studios owns the TRR characters and my pocketbook with those darn diamond scenes. Rinda with all of her quirks is all mine. My apologies if Tumblr or I do something stupid when I try to post this. The keep reading link shows up on my laptop but not my phone. Ugh.

Thank you @asherella-is-a-dork-3 and @bobasheebaby for always being my sounding board! Thank you @cora-nova @silviasutton1989 @riseandshinelittleblossom @tornbetween2loves for still being a part of the journey! Summary: This takes place a few years in the future, during a Lykel family vacation from hell. However, Papa Bas just rolls with it and makes the best of a bad situation. Henry’s nickname for Bastien is “Bonk.” He came up with it when his mom and Bastien started dating, and it’s his silly way of shortening “Lieblings-Onkel.” Favorite Uncle

Gone Fishing It was the fourth straight day of rain during the Lykel family vacation from hell. Bastien and Rinda tried to keep the kids busy, but it was times like these when they felt the twelve-year age difference between Henry and Évelyne. Henry was a good sport, but he could only play Candyland and Cootie so many times. Rinda had enough. “It isn’t raining that bad right now. Maybe you and Henry could take the boat out but stay close to shore? And I’ll take Évelyne to a fast food restaurant with a play area. Or just a store where she can walk the aisles, pull things off shelves, and whine for things I won’t buy her. Anything has to be better than this.” Bastien arched a brow at his Tria, and Rinda laughed. “I know, Tiger. I’m the one who insisted that we take time away from civilization, but now I’m changing my mind. I was wrong and I’m calling a time out for everyone’s sanity. If Henry doesn’t get a chance to go fishing at all, you know he’s going to be upset. I promise I’ll bring shakes back for everyone.” Just then Évelyne teetered over, her curly hair an absolute disaster from the humidity. “Besides, you and Henry can’t be the only ones to enjoy the troll doll magic. We need to share our frizz with the world, right Krauses Mädchen?” Frizzy Girl “Should we put your hair up, or will you be my human barometer?” “Bar-ometer!” Bastien laughed and scooped up his daughter. “That’s my girl. Your hair is always beautiful, just like your mama’s. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Évelyne squealed with delight and purposely rubbed her hair against her papa’s nose, causing him to double over with fake sneezes. “AT-CHOOOO! No! It tickles Niesen Monster!” Sneeze Monster “AT-CHOOO! AT-CHOOO! Please stop!” “Gesundheit!” Évelyne yelled, bobbing her head for extra emphasis.

. . . . . Bastien and Henry were a half mile from shore when a bolt of lightening streaked the sky and the torrential downpour hit them. “Fuck!” Bastien muttered under his breath as he and Henry scrambled to pull in their lines and get back to shore. When they finally got inside and dried off, Bastien made hot chocolate for them. “This sucks, Bonk. This vacation was the worst idea ever.” Bastien chuckled. “But at least we got a cabin. This would really suck if we were in tents. Besides, it’s never a bad idea when you get to spend time with your family.” Henry rolled his eyes. “Totally cheesy, Mr. Glass Half Full.” Bastien shrugged and booped Henry’s nose. “Let me try a different dad approach to a bad situation. Why did Humpty Dumpty have a great fall?” Henry eyed Bastien warily. “To make up for his miserable summer vacation.” “Bonk, no. Just. No.” “Why did the mummy go on vacation?” “Bonk, NO!” “He needed to unwind.” “No. No. No. Your dad jokes suck. I’m going to my room to stare at the wall. It’s more entertaining.” “What about the robot?” “NO! Still walking to my room.” Bastien was yelling to Henry’s retreating form. “He needed to RECHARGE HIS BATTERIES!”

. . . . . Ten minutes later Henry heard Bastien yelling for him. “Knuddelbär?” Cuddle Bear “Can you come in the bathroom please? I need your help.” Henry groaned. “I’m not pulling your finger. That only works with Évelyne, you goof.” He slogged to the bathroom and knocked on the door. “Bonk? Seriously, this is weird. What is it?” He pushed open the door, stood in shock for a moment, and burst into laughter. “You look stupid. What are you doing?”

Bastien was sitting on the bathroom counter, wearing a snorkeling mask and holding a fishing pole. He looked over at Henry. “I’m fishing. Want to join me?” Henry was wheezing from laughter. “Hold . . . hold on. In the toilet?” Bastien shrugged. “Why not?” Henry grinned and grabbed the fishing pole Bastien held out for him. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, pretending to cast out as the fishing line went into the toilet. “Why the snorkel mask?” “The way it’s raining, we’ll probably be underwater in hours. Besides. It can double as a gas mask if you fart.” “Do you have a mask for me?” “Actually, I think this one is yours.” Bastien took it off and offered it to Henry, but Henry laughed and brushed it away. “No, I’m good.” Bastien had a cooler in the corner, and he reached in and grabbed root beers for both of them. “So, I have a question for you.” Henry looked up. “If you’re American in the living room what are you in the bathroom?” Henry scrunched up his face in confusion. “Wait, what are you talking about?” Bastien snickered. “European.” It took Henry a minute to process what Bastien said before he groaned. “Mom’s a bad influence on you.” He was quiet a moment. “Why did the Cordonian Royal Guard sit on the toilet?” Bastien shook his head. “He was doing his DUTY.” Bastien had a wicked gleam in his eyes. “What did one piece of toilet paper say to the other?” “What?” “I feel really wiped.” Henry grinned. “How about this? Why did the ant fall off the toilet seat? Huh? Because he was PISSED OFF!” Bastien was cackling and slapping his knee. “Wait. I have another one. Why couldn't the toilet paper cross the road?” Henry was wiping tears from his eyes. “I don’t know. Why?” “It got stuck in a crack!” Henry blew root beer through his nose. “Ow. It hurts. That was SO STUPID! Ow, it’s still burning my nose. Okay, you win. Just. STOP!” Bastien and Henry spent the next hour talking and laughing during their “fishing trip.” “Hey Bonk? Why don’t we put some water and toys in the bathtub so mom and Évelyne can go fishing when they get back?” Bastien laughed and tousled Henry’s hair. “That’s a great idea. You’re a pretty awesome big brother. You know that, right?” Henry blushed and shrugged. “Well, you’re a pretty awesome dad. Even if your jokes suck.” Henry booped Bastien’s nose. “I love you, Bonk.” Bastien hugged Henry and kissed his head. “I love you too, Knuddelbär.”

#choices fandom game #a picture is worth a thousand words #long post #trr choices #bastien lykel #bonk and knuddelbar #rinda parks ofc

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mfackenthal · 6 years ago

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MFackenthal Reviews - #7

Hello loves!

Another week or so has gone by since my last review post. Okay, more like 3 weeks. Dang, where does the time go?

Truly, if you’re reading this, I don’t deserve you. But I can only thank all of you who are reading this, all of you who chat with me, who put up with my requests for more work, who post your amazing art and then are like “why the f didn’t she read it ASAP after she whined for me to post it yesterday?!?”, who understand that I want to use .gifs but I just don’t have the patience to find them, who accept me for who I am, who share their love of music with me, and those of you who don’t talk to me at all but who read what I write. Thank you!

I found organizing by book was efficient – so I’m going to go that route again. I’m also linking to masterlists whenever I can – and especially if I binged a bunch of a series.

I’m fairly sure I read an unhealthy amount of fiction again … anyone want to take a guess at how many?

A few quick reminders:

(1) If you want to find out what I specifically thought about each chapter, that can be found on my blog. To more easily search my blog, search the phrase “mfackenthal reviews ________” and fill in the blank with the blog name. IE “mfackenthal reviews maxattack-powell” to find the work I reblogged specifically by @maxattack-powell.

(2) In case it’s not obvious: I recommend ALL of these fics and ALL of these authors. I cannot say enough about the fabulousness that is these authors

Endless Summer

Girl Crush https://ooo-barff-ooo.tumblr.com/post/180025286162/masterlist-endless-summer-girl-crush-miniseries by @ooo-barff-ooo

Honestly, I could go on and on about how fantastic this mini-series is. The author has such a command of the craft. The storyline is fuckin’ beautiful. I cried. I laughed. I cheered when things went well. It’s a six part series. I read it from start to finish because I couldn’t put it down.

A Year and a Day https://endlessflame.tumblr.com/post/183182368860/a-year-and-a-day-jake-x-mc by @endlessflame

Flowers play a central role in this short but sweet one shot where Jake gets his happily-ever-after.

TRR

Godsend Parts 1 and 2 https://elles-choices.tumblr.com/post/180201737699/masterlist-tag-list by @elles-choices

I was almost late to work twice this week because I was binging this series. Liam is just so dreamy and romantic as written by @elles-choices. So respectful, so in love. Even Constantine is supportive of Liam and his true love. Awwww. Plus, Drake is with a woman named Meg! I’m still so incredulous that no one pointed this out to me. Drake + Megs = dream!!!

The Broken Bits https://likethetailofacomet.tumblr.com/post/183293222860/the-broken-bits-chapter-one – by @likethetailofacomet

In @likethetailofacomet’s other work, she hinted at a back story for Bastien. This is that story and more. Life is changing in Cordonia and this means that Bastien is free of the responsibilities that defined who he is and created a wedge in the relationship with the love of his life. Will he make his way back to this love? “He’d better!” Is all I can say … and I’m sure @likethetailofacomet will not let me down! ;)

Riley’s Coronation https://whenyourheartskipsabeat.tumblr.com/post/183339310983/rileys-coronation by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

This is a delightful one shot that is full of heart, love, and laughter. Riley and Liam have made it through and now they’re happy and Riley will be crowned today. What does the morning of the coronation look like? Check it out in this fic.

A Royal Red Carpet Desire https://pixieferry.tumblr.com/post/183284776607/a-royal-red-carpet-desire by @pixieferry

If the title doesn’t tip you off, I have put this delightful crossover under TRR only because that was the first one listed. In this delightful fluff, royalty meets Hollywood and lots of fan girling and a little jealousy is produced. Read this and enjoy!

Side by Side https://ownworldresident.tumblr.com/post/183186049814/side-by-side-masterlist by @ownworldresident

In this series, Riley and Liam are together, they have children, but Riley is not the Queen. Find out why and then fan girl all over @ownworldresident’s work with me as Claire and the Cordonia gang help Riley and Liam strengthen their relationship and help Riley own the fact that with or without the title, she is Queen.

In the Garden https://lizeboredom.tumblr.com/post/183279440875/in-the-garden by @lizeboredom

It’s the day before Liam gets to finally marry Sammi. He’s in the Garden and thinking about his mom. This one-shot fic will put a smile on your face through sweetness and humor.

All is Fair, A Twist in the Tale, No Regrets – I’m sorry, Secrets Unwind, and Can you Mend a Broken Heart https://whenyourheartskipsabeat.tumblr.com/post/182550912733/my-masterlist-the-royal-romance-summary by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

So … I found an author that I liked and I binged a bunch of her masterlist. Everything here is fun to read. The creativity is astounding. Which series is your favorite?

Last-Minute Changes https://endlessflame.tumblr.com/post/183257353705/last-minute-changes-bastien-x-mc by @endlessflame

This author never ceases to surprise me with a clever idea. In this short but sweet fic, Riley has to make some changes to the wedding … starting with the groom …

Something Unexpected https://hopefulmoonobjectmasterlist.tumblr.com/post/182868864620/something-unexpected-master-list by @hopefulmoonobject and @ownworldresident

The boys are falling deeper and deeper in love with Alex and Nesha … but Liam and Leo still haven’t told these two beautiful ladies who they really are. These ladies are equally as smitten with the boys and are each holding a little something back themselves. Will “lies by omission” interrupt the bliss these two couples have found? Come find out with me!

The Road Less Traveled – What I never knew I always wanted https://ao719.tumblr.com/post/183227431521/the-road-less-traveled-what-i-never-knew-i by @ao719 Noelle and Liam have been through a lot. In the conclusion of this delightful series, all the walls have been torn down, Liam and Noelle are married, more kids are on the way and we get to see Liam enjoying the family he truly deserves.

The Mark https://ownworldresident.tumblr.com/post/183200373794/the-mark-chapter-2-the-mark by @ownworldresident

Liam has finally met a woman who captivates his mind … and she’s back and trying to kill him. Anna surprises herself, realizing how often her mind keeps going back to this one man … but back to work she must go. Come see what happens when these two go head to head.

Learning to Love Again https://likethetailofacomet.tumblr.com/post/178641518985/master-list by @likethetailofacomet

Are you a Drake fan? If so, YOU MUST READ THIS SERIES!!!! Are you a Liam fan? YOU MUST READ THIS SERIES! Liam is a saint in this series. Drake is passionate and emotional and, of course, a bit of his signature grumpy-pants. Congratulations in finishing this series @likethetailofacomet!

One Handsome Devil Chapter 41 https://onehandsomedevil-trr.tumblr.com/post/183207825619/one-handsome-devil-trr-chapter-41-wine-and-dine by @onehandsomedevil-trr 41 chapters and still going strong! This novel may not be short but it is delightful. Catch up! In this latest chapter, Nicholas (Liam) sets his sights on another woman.

Finding the One: A Royal Mate https://hopefulmoonobjectmasterlist.tumblr.com/post/181412878280/finding-the-one-a-royal-mate by @hopefulmoonobject

Words cannot express how much I loved this whole series! This author will have you fanning yourself because of the mouth on Liam, she will have you scared that main characters aren’t going to make it, she will have you screaming at the bad guys and cheering for the good. Read it.

You, the Lion https://ownworldresident.tumblr.com/post/183185718759/you-the-lion-masterlist by @ownworldresident

In this amazing series, the twists will surprise you, the romance is heightened, and the writing is superb. I found this late – but if you haven’t found it yet – now’s the time. Enjoy! I think I binged the whole series in 4 or 5 days. If it weren’t for work, it would have taken much less time.

Southern Charm https://traeumerinwitzhelden.tumblr.com/post/177525366533/masterlist by @traeumerinwitzhelden

In this freakin AMAZING crossover with Sawyer, Drake and MC – you will fall in love with both Drake and Sawyer. Your heart will break for each of these characters. You’ll laugh with each of them. *Spoiler alert* Drake gets the girl and Sawyer meets a doctor named Meg. Happy Ending for all!

Southern Charm Deleted Scene https://traeumerinwitzhelden.tumblr.com/post/183051748528/southern-charm-a-deleted-scene by @traeumerinwitzhelden

Drake gets a dog. Enough said. If this doesn’t make you want to read this, nothing will.

An Heir – Part 48 https://sawyeroakleyscowboyhat.tumblr.com/post/183008676284/an-heir-part-48 by @sawyeroakleyscowboyhat

Liam and Viktoria have been through a lot. The happy couple is having a child. Max is trying to convince the couple to name the baby after him. Can’t blame him ;)

The Way to Love Me http://the-everlasting-dream.tumblr.com/post/181772641780/an-after-careful-consultation-with-captain-of and http://the-everlasting-dream.tumblr.com/post/182890138825/the-way-to-love-me-part-22-drake by @the-everlasting-dream

Have you heard of the book, “The Five Love Languages”? If not, you should go read it. It won’t take long. In this 2 part-er @the-everlasting-dream connects the love languages to Drake x Elizabeth. My heart melted with cuteness.

Their First Valentine’s – Part 2 https://drakewalkerwhipped.tumblr.com/post/182882058871/their-first-valentines-part-2-drake-x-mc-x by @drakewalkerwhipped

100% fluff and smut from my favorite thrupple. Their love is #relationship goals.

Break https://kennaxval.tumblr.com/post/182835619883/break-maxwell-x-oc by @kennaxval

In this cutest of fics, Maxwell’s cavalier use of words causes a deep wound. This story will remind you to check in with the day-to-day even while you strive towards a bigger goal.

America’s Most Eligible

In the Cards http://choicesfanfic.com/content/the-devil-inside/ – series by @lizeboredom

Honestly, in game of choices AME is not my fav. However, what @lizeboredom has done with this series is amazing! In this series, our MC has a lot of character, a very difficult past, and an even more difficult love for a villain. Who is playing who? Can love shine through when everyone’s intent is to win a game? I honestly don’t know, but I cannot wait to find out. Oh, and don’t worry, there’s like a virus or something in @lizeboredom’s computer, which is why Minah’s name keeps coming out Myrah. The virus isn’t catching though.

Desire and Decorum

Diagnonses and Dalliances https://hellospunkiebrewster.tumblr.com/post/183298192012/diagnoses-and-dalliances-part-8 – by @hellospunkiebrewster

I am living for this slow burn! We’re 8 chapters in and Ernest and Alex haven’t even met in person yet! Ugh! But they are in love and chat every day. Sometimes they even talk through this amazing device called a telephone ;) Our two love birds should be meeting soon – catch up and let’s cheer them on together! Oh, and I cannot wait to see how Dr. Richard’s is going to get his comeuppance. And please, please, please do not kill the father @hellospunkiebrewster!

Flowers https://hellospunkiebrewster.tumblr.com/post/183189487767/2-flowers-sinclaire-x-mc-march-challenge by @hellospunkiebrewster

Ernest arrives in Bath and finds Emmeline at an inopportune time. Their reactions and their conversation gave me all the feels! You should read this beautiful one shot that had me holding my breath!

A Garden You Never Get to See http://indescribablechoices.tumblr.com/post/183010819870/a-garden-you-never-get-to-see by @indescribablechoices

This series duo brought tears to my eyes. The story is heartwarming and heart breaking. Plus, anything that is inspired by the music of Hamilton is AWESOME in my book!

A Courtesan of Rome

The Other Woman https://wughhumans.tumblr.com/post/183323687328/via-the-other-woman-part-vii-warnings-swearing by @wughhumans

Holy crap this author makes me cheer for all the wrong things! Anthony has never been hotter – or sweeter … but he’s married and cheating and the cheating is HOT and sexy and insatiable. I’m not even sure what a happy ending would look like, but I am so on board to find out what comes next!

Open Heart

Friendly Distance https://tmarie82.tumblr.com/post/183266836133/pairing-dr-bryce-lahela-x-mc-dr-blake by @tmarie82

Dr. Bryce Lahela is more than just a pretty face and a tease. He has some real depth. If you’re like T and I and you’re not immediately sold on Dr. Lahela – it’s time to start to fall in love through this work.

Admit http://mariamulroney.tumblr.com/post/183239718550/admit by @mariamulroney

When Dr. Bryce Lahela starts pulling away from Dr. Park – Dr. Park throws herself into her work and then into some drinks. Will it be Dr. Ramsey or Dr. Lahela who helps Dr. Park make it home okay? Find the answer to this question and to why Dr. Lahela is pulling away in this delightful fic.

Friends with Benefits http://angstymarshmallow.tumblr.com/post/183178965439/friends-with-benefits-bryce-x-mc by @angstymarshmallow

What are we going to do with Dr. Maci and Dr. Bryce? They’re both on the same page and unable (unwilling?) to voice their feelings aloud. After reading this, please help me beg @angstymarshmallow for more!

Perfect Match

Realization https://tmarie82.tumblr.com/post/183178196593/pairing-damien-x-mc-camille-park-book-perfect by @tmarie82

Take a trip down memory lane as Damien recounts the moment he realized he was in love with Camille. See the moment when Damien becomes hopeful for a better future.

Real Memories https://kennaxval.tumblr.com/post/182903615473/real-memories-hayden-x-mc-nsfw by @kennaxval

Hayden is grappling with the knowledge that her memories aren’t real life experiences of her past. Kai helps her understand the importance of new memories.

Red Carpet Diaries

Simply Between Us http://angstymarshmallow.tumblr.com/post/183135543979/simply-between-us-part-8-thomas-hunt-x-mc-nsw by @angstymarshmallow

I love Hunt. I love how @angstymarshmallow writes Hunt. I love real and flawed characters who can find love. If you like characters with depth and strong writing – read this series! I’m not sure which was longer – the story itself or my comments. Haha, the story is longer but boy did I write a lot in response!

Ride or Die

Defensive Driving https://walkerismychoice.tumblr.com/post/183134105193/defensive-driving-colt-x-mc by @walkerismychoice

When Logan is acting like an ass, Colt steps in and gives MC driving lessons. If you love a slow burn and some sexual tension – this is the fic for you!

The Freshman

Battles https://littlegreenmoo.tumblr.com/post/182680772730/chris-x-mc-one-more-drink-shes-mine-the by @littlegreenmoo

Chris and Rhea are going through a divorce and no one is actually handling that really well. Their poor daughter is very stuck in the middle. The drama is high in this series – but I trust that @littlegreenmoo will help these two find their way back together … right @littlegreenmoo???

The Freshman: Book 2-11d https://maxattack-powell.tumblr.com/post/183016527541/the-freshman-book-2-11d-nsfw by @maxattack-powell

I didn’t originally love Chris when I read The Freshman. However, after reading this series I can’t imagine loving anyone else. Learn the hidden depths of Chris, watch Chris and MC fall in love and then become #relationship goals, and learn why I LOVE ETHAN!! I am the President of the Ethan Fan Club and not even the creator of Ethan can take that away from me! Luv ya @maxattack-powell!

The Quarterback https://elles-choices.tumblr.com/post/180201737699/masterlist-tag-list by @elles-choices

Our favorite quaterback is getting out of a very long but very toxic relationship with Becca, but Becca is having a very hard time letting go. Laura and Chris have found each other, but will Becca’s schemes interfere?

The Heist

Golden https://tmarie82.tumblr.com/post/182860112388/pairing-barrett-carlisle-x-book-the-heist by @tmarie82

Barrett Carlisle likes to be in control at work and in the bedroom. Find out who he likes to control in this delicious fic!

If you’ve gotten to the end of this review – you are an amazing human being.

This post represents over 220 fics.

The talent in this fandom is beyond impressive and I am so thankful for all of you.

Have a great night all!

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storyofmychoices · 5 years ago

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Picnic Perfect

[Levi Schuler x Laura Day Masterlist]

Characters: Laura (MC), Lily (daughter), Levi

Prompts: @choicesmonthlychallenge - picnic

Setting: This takes place after chapter 11 of MOTY, when Lily has the allergy attack at the picnic.

Dew soaked grass brushed against their feet, dampening their shoes. The brisk morning air caressed their skin, welcoming them to the new day. The tents, decorations, games, and fanfare from the school picnic held there days earlier were long since gone. The park was quiet; it was still early–too early for most park-goers. The occasional jogger or dog walker passed by on the path, but for the most part, the park was empty. It was an oasis, just for them. With Lily spending weekends with her so-called father and school during the weekdays, this was the first time the three of them could find a moment together to do something like this.

“Why are we at the park?” Lily rubbed the sleep from her eyes, wobbling slightly from almost missing the step over the curb. She was used to being up early and ready to go, but the recent allergy attack that had landed her in the hospital still had some lingering effects.

Levi offered his hand to steady her, which she happily accepted. “You missed out on the rest of the picnic on Saturday so we thought you needed a do-over. Plus, you didn’t get to hear the rest of my set. I figured you deserved your own private show.” He shifted his guitar case in his other hand toward her.

“Really?” The morning sunlight reflected in her chocolate eyes, lighting up her face. “Just for me?”

“You—” He gestured his head to the side. “and your mom.”

“Mom, will you sing with Levi again? Please, pretty please?” Lily gave her mom her best pouting face. “Pleaseeeee? You sounded so good together when you sang ‘Start Again’!”

Laura couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her face. The last time they were here, Lily was near death. Had they been a few seconds later… she couldn’t bear the thought—but now, looking at her, she was almost back to normal. “You’ll have to wait and see, my little star girl.”

She turned to Levi, pulling her shoulders back proudly, “That’s a yes!”

“I think this is the place,” Levi decided. He placed his guitar down on the grass.

Laura pulled a plaid blanket out of her large tote bag and spread it on the grass. Lily helped smooth out the wrinkles before collapsing on the center, lying back with her extremities extended as if it were her own personal bed.

“You look quite comfy there, Lil. You going to let us join you or should Levi and I take all of our breakfast snacks somewhere else?”

Her eyes remained closed, pretending to sleep, though the smirk on her face betrayed her.

Levi reached in the tote and pulled out a bakery box. “More blueberry muffins for us!” He pinched off a piece of muffin top, letting the sugar crumbs melt in his mouth. “Mmm. It would be a shame if Rocket missed out on these delicious muffins. But she does need her sleep. More for us, I suppose!”

“I think this might be the best muffin I’ve ever tasted,” Laura teased. “So good! I guess we can split Lily’s then.”

Lily opened one eye, looking up at them, trying to contain her growing giggles. “Wait! Don’t eat mine!”

The three set out their breakfast buffet consisting of muffins, fresh fruit, apple sauce, and juice, sharing a meal in the peaceful stillness of the park.

As they ate the last bites of their breakfast, almost too full to move, Levi took out his guitar.

His calloused fingers found their position over the strings, a perfect fit. Lily’s eyes widened in recognition as he strummed the first few chords. “Called her for the first time yesterday, finally found the missing part of me, felt so close but you were far away, left me without anything to say…”

“You know the Jonas Brothers?!!” Lily’s hands were on her cheek, her body swaying gently side to side at the familiar melody. “MOM! IT’S LOVE BUG!”

Laura leaned closer to her daughter moving with her; she may have mentioned to Levi at one point that Lily was a huge fan. “I know! Your favorite!”

His gaze shifted to Laura, his gravelly voice filled with adoration as he sang the next verse to her. “I can’t get your smile out of my mind. I think about your eyes all the time. You’re beautiful, but you don’t even try. Modesty is just so hard to find…”

She bit her already turned up lips, hoping to stop the spread of the cheesy grin widening across her face. He had a way of making her feel like none of her worries mattered and that she could relax for a moment, like life could be simple and filled with solely happiness and love—it was a dangerous thought to have, especially right now, when so much was riding on her being the perfect mom and perfect woman, despite all of her faults and the troubles she found herself in. She wanted to give in to the carefree life he offered, but it wasn’t just her, it was Lily, and there was nothing she wouldn’t do or give up for her daughter.

Lily nudged her mom, pulling her from her thoughts. “Aren’t you going to sing too?”

“Oh, I think Levi’s doing fine on his own.”

“But he’d do better if you sang, too. Pleaseeeee!” Her lip quivered, her voice drawing out her request.

“For you!” Laura brushed her daughter’s hair behind her ear. As Levi approached the next chorus she joined in, her voice shaking at first before relaxing as their gaze and voices melded together. “Now I’m speechless, over the edge, I’m just breathless. I never thought that I’d catch this love bug again. Hopeless, head over heels in the moment, I never thought that I’d get hit, by this love bug again…”

Before the last note was played Lily was already on her feet clapping excitedly. Laura and Levi wore matching smiles. A red hue spread across her face; she turned away, her focus shifting to Lily. Levi’s gaze on her lingered a moment longer; even if it hadn’t been one of her daughter’s favorite songs, he meant every word of it for her. She had left him speechless and hopelessly in love with her since the first day they met in the apartment lobby. Laura was unlike anyone he had ever met. She was strong, loving, and inspiring, and not just for her daughter; she inspired him to be better, to be his best self, to be a man she deserved and could rely on. He knew he wasn’t there yet, but he would work on it. She was more than worth it. (They both were.)

A/N: Song lyrics from “Love Bug” by the Jonas Brothers

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theartoflovingthomashunt · 5 years ago

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Dx: Worth the Risk[AU]

[Hollywood U Masterlist] || [Red Carpet Diaries Masterlist] || [Baby Hunt Masterlist] – – – Characters: Alex, Thomas Hunt, Ethan Ramsey, Ellie Shephard (OH: MC) Notes: secret @choicesaprilchallenge

Catch up on Love and Scotch

This takes place in my Hollywood U AU... Alex and Hunt are engaged and planning their wedding. Ethan is an old friend who is struggling to keep a professional relationship with the newest member of his diagnostics team *** This is set after OH2 Chapter 8. ***

This takes place after my Ethan companion fic Full Coverage, where Ellie gives Ethan a massage while they’re cooking dinner.

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“Don’t!” Hunt watched Alex fiddled with her phone beneath her fingers.

“It’s been two days!” Alex groaned. “Two days!”

“Let it be,” he suggested.

“I can’t! You know that!” Alex crossed her arms. “He’s not replying to my texts or calls–and no, before you suggest it, he’s not too busy. What if something happened to them?”

“Nothing happened,” Hunt reassured her. “Maybe, they just stayed in for the weekend. Have you thought of that?”

“Yes! Of course! But, let’s be real. It’s Ethan! If he made it through one night with her that would be huge. Ethan Ramsey is not escalating from ‘I’m Mr. Grumpy Professional and I’m in complete denial’ to ‘I love you, Ellie. Let’s spend the next two days in bed’ overnight. I mean, would you have?”

Hunt cupped her face, his thumb caressing her cheek gently. “No, I don’t suppose he would.”

He sighed taking his own phone out, texting Ethan, “Just answer her. I’m fairly certain she’s about ready to book a flight to Boston to check on you.”

“Still nothing?” Alex questioned after a couple of hours. “He’s ignored us before, but not like this. What do you think happened?”

Hunt knew exactly what happened. He knew better than anyone. That feeling of first realizing there’s no way out, that you can’t fight it anymore despite knowing better, admitting to yourself what you want and letting yourself accept it–it’s suffocating. Focusing on enjoying the bliss of new love growing is secondary to the overwhelming what-ifs, ‘what if I screw this up’, ‘what if I’m not good enough for her’, ‘what if I hurt her’, ‘what if this destroys her career’…what if. Soon followed by the ‘she’s better off without me’. Until finally, he realizes that she’s the only thing in this world that does matter. Ethan Ramsey finally admitted to himself he was capable of love, or whatever scientific or medical explanation he will accept to explain away the feelings–that’s what happened.

Alex never knew the conflict he faced that night. It wasn’t a secret, it just wasn’t something she could ever understand.

He texted Ethan again: “I understand. I was terrified when I first realized I wanted Alex. That I needed her. That night when it all changed, when she was at my house, I did everything to stay away from her. But there are some things you can’t fight. Love is one of them, my friend. Whatever happened the other night on your date, I suspect something changed. I know the conflict you feel. We don’t have to talk. Just let Alex know you’re okay.”

Ethan: “It wasn’t a date”

Hunt: “Did you want it to be?”

Ethan: “It was a mistake.”

Hunt: “Call me? You know how I loathe texting.”

Hunt’s phone lit up with a video call request from Ethan.

Ethan’s eyes were tired and full of worry. “I figured Alex was nearby and would want to listen in.”

“Oh, Ethan!” Alex looked at him with concern. “What happened?”

“I made a mistake.” He shook his head, clearly disappointed in himself.

“What happened?” Hunt asked.

Ethan ran his fingers through his hair. “I kissed her, Ellie.”

“I’m waiting for the mistake,” Alex interrupted the silence.

“That’s all,” Ethan admitted. “I didn’t want to stop.”

“So, the mistake is that you didn’t go far enough?” Alex questioned with hope.

“No, the kiss itself was the mistake. Letting myself give in was the mistake,” Ethan explained, taking a drink of his scotch, hoping to find answers in the bottle. “Though, I suppose I owe you a thank you, Alex.”

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“The other night, when you called, there was a–let's call it a mixup,” Ethan tried to hide the smirk playing on his lips at the memory with his glass. “Ellie was giving me a massage. She suggested taking it somewhere more comfortable. If you hadn’t called. I don’t think I would have stopped her.”

“No, no, no!” Alex’s eyes widened. She had tried so hard to get them together, she couldn’t have been what kept them apart. “I didn’t. OMG, I did! She was talking about massaging when I heard her in the background. Ethan, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I can’t let it happen again,” Ethan insisted. “I need to do better.”

“Alex?” Hunt brushed her hair to the side. “Give us a minute.”

“Sure.” She nodded and left the room.

“I know you don’t want to hear this, but I’m going to say it anyway,” Hunt began. He recounted all the thoughts and feelings that coursed through him that night when he finally realized he couldn’t fight it anymore. Every detail that he had never shared with anyone and had never planned to, but he knew his friend needed to hear it. He was so close to accepting the inevitable. He just needed to know he wasn’t alone and that it is possible for it to work. He and Alex were proof of what can be won, if you’re willing to fight for it.

“What if a patient suffers because of this?” Ethan questioned.

“They won’t,” Hunt reassured him.

“How can you possibly know? She’s here to learn, how can I push her if I …” His voice trailed away. “I can’t be soft with her. She deserves the best education.”

“And she can still have it. I was afraid being with Alex would affect her education. When the board reviewed our relationship, they found that I was harder on her and pushed her more than the others,” Hunt explained. “You can have her and help her grow, you just have to find that balance and it’s there.”

“Fuck, Hunt. What has she done to me?” Ethan groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“You already know the answer and when you’re ready, you’ll realize that even you have never been happier,” Hunt smiled. “Trust me. Some things are worth the risk and I’d bet anything, she is.”

Ethan considered all they had discussed for a moment. “Thanks, Hunt.”

After the call ended, Hunt found Alex sitting on a lounge chair on the terrace. He slid in beside her kissing the crown of her head as he wrapped his arms around her.

“What was that for?” Alex looked up at him.

His lips brushed against hers softly. “Because I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She curled into him. “Do you think Ethan and Ellie are going to be okay?”

Hunt threaded his fingers through her hair and down her back as he held her close. “I know they are.”

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#Thomas Hunt #Ethan Ramsey #Thomas Hunt x MC #Ethan Ramsey x MC #Open Heart #Hollywood u #fan fiction #alex hunt #alex spencer #hunt x alex #thomas hunt x ethan ramsey

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captain-kingliamsqueen · 7 years ago

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Goodnight, My Little One (Then There Were Three Part 4) Liam x MC

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Summary: Will Liam and Riley make it out of the safe room?...

Word Count: 2,117

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An hour…they had been in the safe room for an hour. Liam had persuaded Riley to lie down on the sofa, to try and calm herself down. whilst Riley rested, Liam sat at the security desk across the room, looking through the live CCTV footage to see what was happening. He watched over each individual screen, one by one.

Once he moved on to the screen showing the hallway outside of their quarters …he seen him.

“shit” he mumbled

“what is it?” Riley and madeleine asked simultaneously

“nothing don’t worry about it” he replied nervously

“Liam” Riley sighed as she stood up from the sofa and made her way over to her husband “I am your wife…don’t try and lie to me…it won’t work, it’s obviously something…now what- I-is that outside our quarters?” she panicked, Liam hesitated before answering “Liam! I swear to god…if you don’t answer me!”

“yes…he’s outside our quarters.”

“oh my god, Liam...”

“shhh it’s alright, sweetie…it’s going to be alright!” Liam stood from his seat and wrapped his arms around Riley.

“you don’t know that, Liam” she cried, her tears soaking his shirt.

“hey…look at me” he whispered as he gently placed his fingers on her chin and guided her, to look at him. “I am going to do my darn best to keep you and our daughter safe…if I can’t I will die trying!”

“what if he finds us though Liam…what if h-”

“hey…we are in the safest place we can be…this room, isn’t on blue prints…the only people that know about this room are me, you, security, Regina, my father and madeleine…that’s it… madeleine didn’t even know about it until Bastian told her to inform us that we had to come here…nobody knows about it…the only way he will know this room is here…is if he stumbles upon the lock…even if he got the main security door in the closet unlocked…that doesn’t mean he has found us…for all he knows that could be a lock to unlock the cabinet with your jewellery in it…he won’t have time to figure out it’s a lock to a door…Bastian will have got to him by then.” his hands gently ran up and down Riley's back. “take a deep breath” he whispered

“I love you, Liam” she sniffled

“I love too, sweetie”

Liam kept an eye on the computer screens, he watched as the man made his way into the royal quarters, quickly followed by Bastian, unbeknownst to the man. As soon as the doors shut…they were blind to what was happening. The three just had to hope that Bastian could stop the criminal before he got to them.

“do you need any water? Or something to eat? There are supplies in that closet” Liam asked Riley

“I could use some water, please” she whispered as she wiped at her eyes.

“alright, you go sit down and I’ll get you some water” Liam smiled softly, as he walked Riley over to the sofa, keeping her hand in his until she sat down.

“madeleine? Could I get you anything?”

“water would be lovely think you” she nodded curtly.

“hey…” madeleine took a seat next to Riley “why don’t we try and take our minds off it all…”

“o-okay” Riley nodded

“have you thought of any names for the baby?” madeleine smiled as she gently placed her hand on top of Riley's trying to comfort her.

“Mhmmm…we have one or two” Riley replied as Liam walked back over, handing the two ladies a bottle of water each. They both thanked him then carried on as he headed over to the weaponry on the wall.

“you do? What are they?”

“Luna and Gracie”

“I like Luna” Madeleine squeezed Riley's hand.

“Princess Luna…I like it” Riley smiled as she placed her free hand on her stomach.

“is it a girl your having? Did you find out?”

“yeah, we found out this morning, we’re having a little girl”

“that’s amazing, congratulations”

“thank you”

“is she kicking a lot?”

“oh yeah, she is very much playing football with my insides” Riley chuckled

“really?” madeleine giggled

“yeah, she’s a ball of energy today” she smirked

As madeleine continued to distract Riley, Liam looked over each weapon, deciding what to use…the sword, the knife, the dagger, the mace, the flail or the axe. Either one would do significant harm. Everyone was startled by a loud bang, they all looked towards the door full of panic. Liam quickly grabbed the dagger, the knife and mace. He handed Riley the dagger, the knife to madeleine then he kept the mace.

“quickly both of you, get behind that wall…now!”

“Liam…you can’t-”

“Riley, I am not going to argue…get behind the damn wall!” Riley huffed then followed madeleine behind the wall, the two held their weapons close, whilst Liam stood beside the door, his back against the wall, waiting what was to come, ready to fight whoever came through the door.

The whole room was silent, then they heard three loud knocks. Then the door opened, as the door opened Liam swung the mace out towards the intruder. To his surprise the weapon didn’t get as far as hitting the body that had entered, before it managed to hit anyone a hand caught it in its grip.

“Bastian!” Liam called as he seen his head bodyguard just stopping the mace from hitting him in the face.

“I knocked to let you know it was me!”

“we heard a bang, we thought he had gotten through the doors.”

“are you joking? The idiot couldn’t even figure out where the switch was in the closet” Bastian smirked “he’s in custody, your Majesty…the palace is safe.” Riley and madeleine walked over to Bastian and Liam.

“you’ve got him?” Riley asked

“Yes, Your Majesty…he’s with the kings Guard, you don’t have to worry”

“thank you, Bastian!” she thanked him.

The four of them made their way back towards Riley and Liam's apartment. Once reaching the apartment Bastian and Madeleine left the king and queen in peace.

“Liam” Riley whispered from her seat on the sofa, where she had been sitting in silence

“yeah?” he asked as he placed the cup of tea he had made for her, on the coffee table.

“I’m Scared…” she sniffled as he sat down beside her, placing his hand on top of hers.

“talk to me sweetheart” he whispered

“what if it happens again Liam…this little girl…she’ll be so vulnerable when she’s born Liam…how are we going to protect her, if it happens again…”

“hey, listen, our daughter, will always have a member of security with her. If one of us aren’t with her, someone we trust, will be. Our daughter, will never be left alone, she will always have someone to keep her safe. You and I, we will keep her as safe as we possibly can sweetheart”

“I can’t help but worry” she whispered

“I know sweetheart, me too.” he replied as he moved over, wrapping Riley in his arms as he placed a kiss on her head.

“we’ll be alright” he whispered

By the time Riley's 26-week mark came, she was well and truly, pregnant…Liam had arranged for her responsibilities to decrease. He was taking on more of her meetings, allowing her as much rest as possible. Riley had been having a hard month so far, dealing with sleepless nights, feeling uncomfortable, some days she would wake and be full of energy, others she didn’t want to move from bed, from how tired she was.

Today was a good day, Liam wasn’t too busy with meetings meaning, Riley got to spend some time with him. The two were sitting in their private dining room, in the apartment, eating their lunch.

“how are you feeling today, sweetheart”

“great, I feel really good today”

“good, then maybe, you would like to join me…at the theatre, tonight?” Liam smirked knowing she was dying to get out, just the two of them.

“really? tonight?” she replied with a grin on her face

“yes tonight, we leave at seven thirty.”

“what are we going to see?”

“Annie”

“ooooh I loved that movie!”

“I know” Liam chuckled “how is my darling daughter doing today?”

“she’s sleeping”

“she’s been doing flips all morning, she’s been awake and jumping around since five this morning, she’s finally calmed down and went to sleep, but I’m sure she won’t stay that way for long, as soon as she realises you’re here with me, I guarantee she’ll be back at her backflips” she chuckled as she ate. Liam smirked as he pulled his seat out and stood to his feet, he made his way over to Riley, crouching to the floor, he gently lifted her top to reveal her bump, gently putting his palm on Riley's stomach, as he placed soft kisses on her belly.

“Liam, I swear, if you wake her up…you’d better sleep with one eye open” Riley smirked knowing exactly what would happen. She sat whilst waiting for the inevitable, gently running her hands through his hair. It was just moments later, that her daughter started using her insides as a punching back.

“you’re lucky I love you” she chuckled as she felt him laugh as he pressed a kiss to her skin.

“I love you too” he whispered with a soft smile.

After eating lunch Liam headed for his last meeting of the day. knowing she was going to be on her feet and walking around, Riley wanted to rest as much as possible, she spent the next hour or so browsing the web, looking for things they needed for the baby coming. It was five pm by the time Liam returned to the apartment.

“Riley…sweetheart…” Liam called as he headed for the bedroom. A soft smile fell upon his face, as he opened the door and seen his wife, sleeping…finally able to get some proper rest.

“Liam?” She mumbled

“yeah, it’s me sweetie, go back to sleep” he whispered as he approached the bed and kneeled beside her.

“but, I have to start getting ready-”

“shh it’s okay, go back to sleep, ill wake you in an hour”

After an hour or so, Liam awoke Riley, with a selection to food for dinner, before they had to start getting ready. By the time seven thirty cam, the two were just heading down to the car, Riley and Liam walked hand in hand down the hallway, as they headed down the stairs Riley's stumbled a little, Liam quickly wrapped his arm around her, stopping her from falling. “are you okay?” he asked full of concern. “yeah, ive just been a little wobbly today, she’s growing that much she’s throwing me off balance” she chuckled. The two made their way out to the car, then headed out for their night at the theatre.

They sat in the royal box, enjoying their evening, Riley sang along to her favourite songs. Liam had his hand gently placed on Riley's leg, with one of Riley's hands sitting comfortingly on top, he watched and listened in content at his wife’s voice, singing away, she may not have been the best singer, but he loved hearing her sing anyway. Riley chuckled as she placed her free hand on her bump.

“what is it?” Liam smirked

“she’s going crazy…I think she’s dancing” she laughed, Liam gently placed his hand on her stomach, then laughed “I think she likes it” he smirked

It was hitting ten o’clock when they got out of the theatre, they climbed straight into the car, and headed back to the palace. The two were in the car for a solid forty minutes. Riley sat cuddling into Liam, drifting in and out of sleep.

“don’t let me fall asleep” Riley mumbled, she could barely keep her eyes open.

“it’s alright, you can sleep, we’ll be home soon.”

Once they reached the palace, Liam helped Riley out of the car, and up to their apartment. Once they reached the bedroom, he helped her undress then get into bed. Because of how tired Riley was, she didn’t have the energy to arrange her pillows properly, she had a million of them, spread all about the bed, on to lean her back against, one to put between her knees, another to put under her stomach.

Liam gently put the pillows in their places, careful not to wake her. Once that was done, he placed the most gentle kiss on her head.

“thank you, Liam” Riley mumbled with a faint sleepy smile, she smirked tiredly then puckered her lips, causing Liam to chuckle, knowing exactly what she wanted. Liam leaned down and softly kissed her lips. “goodnight love” he whispered before moving to her stomach, he kissed her belly, then smiled “goodnight, my little one”

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