#my aunt called us to say he wasn’t leaving his bed

[simplyghosting]

We had my aunt’s dog visit for a few days and when my sister and I took him back home, he didn’t want us to leave him (even though his family was home) and now both he and our dog are depressed. Oof.

[cupidssorbett]

"What a cowboy.”

Cowboy/Vaquero Miguel x Ranch-Hand? Reader.(Beautiful art above is by Katromz on tiktok and insta!)

Summary: Miguel ends up trying to befriend his longtime friend and employers niece however maybe befriend isn't quite the word.

Includes: AFAB reader but no specified pronouns/race/looks nothing, flirting/teasing, Nicerish AU Miguel, caught masturbating, Oral M & F, recieving praise, mentions of the word 'cunt/pussy', P in V, as well as not much use of name more nicknames.

P.S Vaquero and Cowboy are the same words for those who don't know, a friend requested this so I delivered! Please pardon any terribly translated Spanish I am still learning and had only few help from a friend of mine! This was a request so thank you to my friend!

Word count: 7766.(it's a long one babes.)

By cupid.

Begin.

You’d been sent out for the summer to help your uncle at his ranch, you didn’t mind too much it’d be giving you more to do than usual. He was happy to have you since most his ranch-hands called out or would be busy trying to fill in the empty spots left by others. So when he heard his favorite niece would be dropping in to help out he was more than delighted.

It was a long, long car ride to his ranch and by the time you had arrived the sun was high in the sky and it was sweltering. You hopped out of your dad’s truck with a smile on your face, your cousin’s Poppy & Nana coming to greet you with enthusiasm, quickly taking your bags. “Look at you two, it feels like it’s been forever since we’ve hung out together!” You say as you nudge Nana’s arm, she laughs a bit as the three of you trudge up the dirt driveway up to the main house.

Poppy opens the door for you as soon as you head inside you hear a squeal from your Aunt Maria, who immediately runs over to scoop you up into a hug. “Sweetheart it has been too long!” She says excitedly as she practically squeezes the air outta you. “I missed ya too aunty but please..please let me go I can’t breathe-!” You manage out as she lets you go, “Oh my! Sorry ‘bout that sugar! It’s just been so long!” She says pinching your cheek a little. “Now, Girls go show her to her room alright? Get all cozy, Jack said he wasn’t gonna have you start work till tomorrow when he can give you the lowdown of everythin’ new.” She said shooing you three up the stairs.

You followed the girls up the stairs as they talked away, you weren’t really invested in the conversation as you looked at all the old pictures that were hung up on the walls. All those old memories made you smile, you were out of it until Poppy pulled you back into reality with a tug on the arm, albeit a hard tug, “You alright there?” She asked, raising a brow at you as nana opened the door to the room, you blinked and flashed her a smile. “Yeah just got a little out of it, this heat whew it is-” “Why don’t we head to the lake!” Nana says with a bright smile as she sets your bags on your bed, cutting you off.

“Oh I don’t know what if your dad needs me here or help with anything I’m not just here to leisure about.” You say as they both sigh dramatically, “C’mon you heard mama, papa’s not gonna need you till tomorrow!” Poppy says crossing her arms, eventually you sigh giving into them and their antics. Excitedly they leave you to get ready telling you to meet them downstairs when done. Once you are ready to go with a little bag that has sunscreen and such inside you hurry downstairs the two girls waiting for you.

You can’t help but grin with their contagious smiles, “Ma! We’re heading to the lake!” Nana calls out to her, “Be safe girls! Be back by sundown too ya hear?” She calls from the kitchen and you all respond with unanimous ‘Yes ma’am!’ before hurrying out the door giggling like a bunch of school girls as you anticipate the cool water of the lake.

It was a bit of a trek until you reached it, shoving branches aside and walking through bushes hoping none of them were poison ivy or poison at all. Once nana pushed a thick willow branch aside you sighed happily, the blue water shining under the high sun. The three of you quickly hurried to the shore finding a nice spot to lay your things.

As you and nana carefully laid things out poppy quickly ditched her shorts she wore over her swimsuit bottoms and ran into the cool water with a loud cheer. She then decided to splash the two of you, causing you to get a cheeky grin. “Oh that’s how it’s gonna be huh?” You asked playfully as you ditched your own shoes and bottoms before running into the water yourself.

The cool embrace of the lake on your warm skin made you feel completely relaxed, until you remembered your motive to run in here in the first place. The time at the lake started with games and running off the rock ledge that overlooked the lake to jump in. Splashing one another or Watching as someone did something dumb for what felt like the 100th time in those hours.

By the time the sun started to settle down in the sky you were resting on your towel as the girls continued to play in the waters. Drifting off into your own daydreams, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the fleeting rays, until you were startled awake by squeal. You assumed something had happened, so you quickly sat up pushing your sunglasses to sit on your head. “What? What happened?” you asked worried, until you saw them giggling over something or more rather..someone.

You let a slight huff at the fact they had you all worried for nothing, you however curiously followed their eyes. Wondering what could’ve caused them to squeal to begin with. Down a good way from your spots on the bank was a man, a rather handsome man you had to admit. Poppy however caught your staring and with a cheeky smile sat beside you, “Ooo! Do I sense a crush perhaps?” She said with a shit eating grin.

Waving her off you stopped staring at the mystery man, “Oh please, You think everything is a crush or love related.” you said, trying to dismiss her packing your stuff away as the sun started to set. Nana was quick to hurry outta the water spotting you and your packing, quickly just tossing her stuff in her bag as you & poppy shook your heads at her mess of a bag now.

All of you hurried back dodging branches and plants until you were on an open stretch the house coming into view, “So..” you started, earning their attention again. “Who was that guy?” you asked, keeping your gaze ahead. You heard the stifled giggles and such from them before nana caught up to you, “He is papa’s right hand man, quite the looker isn’t he?” she teased with a smile. “I suppose,” you said as you walked up the porch steps hearing their squeals and giggles. “But don’t go tellin’ anyone, I barely know that man.” you said sternly pointing at the two of them and they quickly stopped their giggling nodding as you headed inside.

Heading inside your aunt had prepared some dinner for when everyone got back, and as hungry as you were you decided to go and get a shower. Not before your uncle was quick to scoop you up in a hug much to your protest before you fake made a disgusted face before he ruffled up your hair as you headed up the stairs getting a warm shower and some dryer clothes.

After dinner and what not you were sitting upstairs with Poppy & Nana and one or two of the herding dogs, flicking through movies trying to find something to watch. Seeing as none of you could agree on anything it eventually came down to just getting some sleep, the hours at the lake tiring you out and your aunt & uncle calling out a goodnight to you three had reminded you that you’d be out helping in the morning so sleep was a good option.

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The birds started chirping and the sun began to peek through the blinds, once it hit your eyes you groaned and began to open your eyes with a squint bringing a hand up to block the bright rays from practically blinding you. Sitting up blinking the sleep from your eyes you took note that it was just you and nana in the room, nana being fast asleep still.

You decided it’d be a good time to wake up and get ready so you could start helping your uncle out, you quickly brushed your hair to look less like you just got up and then you grabbed an outfit from your suitcase that would best suit the chores you’d be doing and the hot summer heat. You quickly made your way downstairs some of the dogs following you, “Mornin’ Sugar!” Aunt Maria called to her as she flipped some pancakes. “Morning Aunt Maria, Where’d poppy run off to?” you asked, snatching up a piece of bacon from the plate on the counter sharing some with the dogs.

“Oh she ran into town to fetch some more seeds for the garden, Jack told me we had extras but I know we didn’t, speakin’ of which since your most likely heading out that way mind giving those breakfast burritos on the counter the boys.” She asked using her spatula to motion to the cloth covered basket. You nodded, finishing the bacon off and grabbing the basket heading out the back door and off the porch to the main farm area and barn.

It wasn’t a long walk by any means, just one that felt long with how the sun sat so high and beating down on you, you spotted your uncle's truck out front of the barn. All the workers either sitting in the bed of the truck or leaning against it, you hurried over with a smile on your face as your uncle spotted you tipping his hat back slightly, a smile coming to his face.

“Hey there sweetheart, whatcha got?” he asked as he got up off the side of the truck walking over. “Aunty asked me to bring these breakfast burritos for you boys.” you said and they all hooted and hollered hurrying off the truck to grab one for themselves making you just laugh and shake your head. “Thank you for that darlin’ , right you all know my niece don’t you?” He asked, raising a brow as a few murmured yes’s and no’s were heard.

“Well you do now,” he said as he motioned to you, moving aside as you gave them all a wave of ‘hello’ then you spotted him, the man from the lake the other day. You didn’t realize you were staring until he made eye contact with you. A rather cheeky smile gracing his lips.

Once they were all done with their burritos the real work began. “Alright, Think you can work on feedin’ all the animals first then we can start on herdin’ the pasture ones back alright?” Your uncle asked and you nodded, “I’m on it!” you said with a smile. “How bout I send someone with ya, we’ve got a few new ones that might need some introduction, How about..Miguel!” your uncle said, clapping his hands together.

You were picking up one of the feed bags off the truck bed when a rather tall and muscular man walked up with a slight smile on his face, “Looks like I’m helpin’ you today sweetheart.” Miguel said, and oh god Miguel was the man from the lake. This realization almost had you dropping the feed bag before you quickly readjusted your hold on the bag. He only chuckled, slightly tilting his head and the brim of his hat up, giving you an even better look at his face, “Come on don’t go fallin’ for me already.' ' he teased at you.

Huffing you adjusted your grip on the bag turning on your heel with a little scoff, “You wish, I would never I barely know you.” You said as you began walking, utter bullshit, you couldn’t lie that his face, his eyes, his damn voice had you enthralled. He only let out a hearty chuckle following you carrying a bag or two of his own, “Then why not get to know me?” He suggested, shaking his head as you sped up your walking speed.

When you finally reached the animals you breathed a sigh of relief, quickly hurrying over to say ‘hello’ to all of them forgetting about Miguel following after you, he stood off to the side as he opened some of the bags watching as you excitedly said ‘hello’ to the ones you knew, all calling them by name then excitedly gasping at the ones you didn't know.

He had to admit he found it amusing, cute even at the way you greeted them all. He had to, he just had to, he cleared his throat which brought you back to your little situation causing you to huff almost and it only made him chuckle as he pushed a feed bag, ready and open your way. You grabbed the bag, opened the pen door and made your way inside without him, starting to fill up all the feeding spots walking about.

Miguel thought this would be a good time to start a conversation, “So, Why do ya keep ignoring me?” he asked and you just hummed in response, “I’m not.” You denied, “Ah-Ah just now you almost did.” He said looking at you, that stupid look on his face had you smiling slightly and rolling your eyes. Trying to look away before he caught it, but oh he caught it. “Hey! I saw that, I made a breakthrough!” He says motioning around to a nonexistent crowd almost proud of himself causing you to shake your head with a slight smile.

You two finished up the feeding chores with relative ease, the tension simply melting away as you two actually got to talking with one another actually getting to know more like he suggested, then you started saddling up some of the horses so they could head out to check for any lost or still loose cattle or sheep. You finished tightening one of the straps, patting the nose of the horse, a smile on your face when it responded with a big sloppy lick to your hand. “Alright, Are we ready to get a move on?” he asked as he took the reins from your hand. “Yep, All saddled up.” you said with a little salute.

“Thank you sugar, how bout you go feed the calves while we’re gone if you're up for it?” your uncle asked, hoping on the horse. “I can’t say no to feeding the calves,” you said with a smile. With a few waves and goodbyes you went off in search of the bottles that had the formula for the calves that were rescued and didn’t exactly take to any cow the ranch had. You grabbed the bucket of bottles and took a seat in the stable stall with one of the babies. Taking the bottle out, the little thing came running and it made you laugh.

You held the bottle up for it and at first it went well until it didn’t somehow, something had gotten on the shirt underneath your overalls and that was not sitting well on your skin with heat in the air. So you thought, hey they wouldn’t be back for maybe an hour or two at most so you unclipped the clips of your overalls and took the shirt off letting it rest on the table that had all the tools and such then you clipped your overalls back up and when right back to taking care of the calves.

To you only 30 maybe 40 minutes had gone by so you still weren’t too worried about putting that shirt back on or heading back to the house as you happily wandered the stable saying ‘hello’ to the horses that stayed behind. Blissfully unaware that Miguel had headed back to grab the hat he had forgotten, quickly making his way inside of the stable. Stopping his tracks quietly when he spotted you petting one of the horses and it seemed innocent enough until his eyes seemed to wander lower..to the point where he noticed you were not wearing a shirt under your overalls. And not wanting to make you uncomfortable or wanting to make anything else happen he just gave up grabbing his hat and left as quietly as possible.

When you had assumed they’d be coming back you went and got the shirt off the workbench and put it back on quickly as the cowboys came into view. You put on a smile and looked ahead as they made their way over and started hopping their horses all saying their ‘hellos’ and such but Miguel just completely ignored you, was he not going on about you ignoring despite barely knowing him earlier? What a hypocrite.

You just shrugged it off, what would it matter really, you said a quick ‘hello’ to your uncle as you checked the time, you had promised you’d spend the last few hours before the sun actually set at the lake with the girls and you had to depart to get ready. Simply brushing off Miguel ignoring you, you went back to the main house to change and once you were done you headed off however little did you know you’d spend your time alone at the lake..well for a little bit at least.

You relaxed on the bank for a little bit taking in the sun's rays after applying sunscreen of course, waiting thinking maybe they’d got busy or something. So you went from enjoying the water to resting on the shore to reading the book you brought until you exhaled a bit annoyed. You got up, gathered your things, slipped your shorts back on and made your way back to the main house in a slight huff.

When you opened the door your aunt seemed to pick up on your bad mood, “What’s the matter pumpkin?” she asked as she dried her hands with the towel. “The girls told me to meet them at the lake and then they just didn’t come!” you said with arm motions. She seemed to shake her head and sigh, “Well if your looking to pick a bone with them they might’ve gone down to the guest house to deliver the fruit like I asked, the one where the cowboys are stayin’.” She said, giving you a little nod. You thanked her begrudgingly before starting your way to the guest house, saying hello to the cowboys you saw as you headed by whether they were lugging hay or simply just passing by.

You got to the guest house and opened the front door, it was rather empty, and you didn’t hear any giggling, not even a hint of your cousin’s voices, you raised your brow carefully making your way down the hallway. You continued until you saw a door slightly creaked open, you neared it hoping maybe your cousin’s were just fooling around here and that you could drag them back. But that idea quickly evaporated as you neared closer you heard..grunts? At first you thought it was one of pain but when you got a view of what was behind the just barely opened door you quickly realized it was not one of pain rather of pleasure.

There Miguel laid on presumably his bed, legs spread slightly, cowboy hat resting lazily over his head, pants just barely down his thighs as his head moved up his hard erection..precum leaking from the red angry tip. You couldn’t help but stare, biting back the gasps with a hand over your mouth. His teeth sucking his bottom lip back slightly exposing his sharp canines that had you feeling some kind of way, but oh boy it just got better as soon as you mindlessly dropped your hand from your mouth he muttered out your name, “Dios... Ni siquiera sé cómo me hiciste esto..(God... I don't even know how you did this to me.)” He murmured out in Spanish as he hissed when he glided his thumb over the leaking slit.

Miguel was lost in his own thoughts, his mind flitting back to when he saw you in the stable in nothing but your shoes and overalls. He groaned out as he moved his hand up, he knew it was wrong and dirty not just for the fact that he was just getting to know you but the fact he wished it was your hands and not his then he was snapped back to reality by a noise..

You gasped and your gasp got his attention causing you to quickly hide behind the wall before he could spot you, when you heard him moving off the bed you were quick to run as quietly down the hallway. Your feet carried you quickly as you hurried out of the guest house not wanting to get caught in the slightest.

Your heart felt like it was in your ears, your cheeks felt hot, hell your whole body felt hot. You hurried quick and fast to the main house, your feet just carrying you inside as you gave a quick ‘hello’ to your Aunt before going to your room flopping onto your bed. Burying your head into your pillow and just screaming muffling it.

God..he was thinking about YOU? That had your heart feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest, you rolled onto your back as you stared at the ceiling that moment replaying in your head causing you to subconsciously rub your thighs together before you brought your hands up to smack your cheeks, mentally cursing yourself for feeling this way.

Huffing you sat up on the bed grabbing your journal you brought with you, “God..Was he really thinking about me? But why,” you murmured as you flipped out the journal trying to write it out of your mind at least so you could push it off and act as if normal. By the time you finished you were called down for dinner and you just inhaled and exhaled pushing it to the back of your mind shoving the Journal under your pillow and heading down.

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By the time dinner was done you and poppy were helping with the dishes as a few of the cowboys stopped by to drop off some stuff and there he was again, you quickly looked away as he spotted you offering you a sweet smile and tilt of his hat. You only just ignored him continuing your conversation with poppy and working on the dishes.

When you finished you quickly dried your hands not wanting to stick around for very long you couldn’t even fathom why seeing him again got you so much more worked up than it should. “I’m headin’ to bed really tired, Night everyone!” you called quickly as you hurried up the stairs to your bedroom causing Miguel and a few others to raise a brow before just brushing it off to turn to their own things.

You inhaled sharply and exhaled laying onto your bed, your hands traveling gingerly down your stomach to the hem of your pj shorts. Your fingers slipping past the hem of the shorts to your panty clad cunt, exhaling slightly as your fingers brushed over your cunt that slight pressure you added caused your body to melt slightly into your pillows. Your mind clouding with thoughts of him, before the sound of someone coming upstairs snapped you back to reality.

You quickly pulled away from your shorts and grabbed a random book from the nightstand to act as if you were reading. Poppy and Nana came bursting in with a movie for the three of you to watch and you all but sighed happily as it was something to completely take your mind off it.

The movie was put in and the lights were turned off getting all cozy in your beds and watching the movie until you all but fell asleep..

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For the next few days you did your best to keep your distance from Miguel but your hard-headedness to stay away from him only had him more intrigued and always earned a laugh from him because you always denied his questions whenever he asked one and you denied his help just to make it easier, but it seemed to fail every now and again considering your help to your uncle’s work and with him always having the cowboys with him you only ever saw him everyday..

The next morning came and you decided you’d just avoid Miguel completely and only interact if you just HAD to interact with him thinking that it would be best especially because of the way you made him feel and with the way he had you feeling even if you were just getting to know him better.

Today you dawned a nice summer dress as you were going to help your Aunt in the garden to keep a distance between you and him. You put on a sun hat and followed your Aunt out to the garden to work on the precious marigolds she had planted that were getting swallowed by the pesky weeds.

Dropping down onto your knees and getting to work right away you heard a clatter of tools causing your head to whip around to where it came from, and god fucking dammit you swore nothing was on your side this week, it was miguel, tool belt beside him and a few fence posts as he shot you an apologetic smile. “Sorry bout’ that didn’t mean to startle you act like I’m not here.” you only hummed in response, turning your attention back to the flowers.

Digging into the dirt yanking weed after weed out as the sun began to rise high into the sky above, causing you to start to sweat under the hot rays. You huffed sitting back on your heels as you dusted your hands off of dirt with the exception of some stuck under your nails. Miguel heard your little huff and his eyes happened to wander your way, gazing unapologetically up your figure, your flushed face and slightly pouted lips catching his attention.

He cleared his throat slightly, turning his attention back to the fence, “You doin’ alright Miss?” he asked, tipping his hat back slightly. You just hummed in response earning a small frown from him, “What?” you asked, raising a brow. “How come you keep ignorin’ me, I thought we were making progress?” he said as he looked at you.

“Well, You started it when you came back from the stable that day and completely ignored me.” you shot back as you crossed your arms, “I did not I was just busy,” he said more matter of factly. The way he seemed so hurt by your antics had you feeling bad almost, you eventually sighed dropping your arms to your side. “Alright fine I have been but I ain’t telling you why, BUT I will make a better effort to stop ignoring you I suppose.” You said and you watched as his face brightened slightly.

“Well I think I’d be the happiest cowboy around,” He said with that stupid smile, “You're so weird.” You stated, shaking your head and turning your attention back to the weeds. He only laughed and went right back to his job, that’s what sparked the two of you talking again, you knew deep down you weren’t gonna be able to ignore him even if you tried because that really only made things awkward so you decided it would be best to try and be his friend.

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That is how you spent some of your days, getting to know him and then spilling your feelings to your little diary and then going right back at being friendly, well one fateful day you made the mistake of leaving your diary not entirely under your pillow.

You were helping Miguel lug some hay to the truck and you exhaled, noticing the way your skin was getting a little red, “Damn, Hey Miguel could you go to my room and grab my sunscreen for me? I’ll finish loading up the hay if you do.” You said giving him a little smile and he sighed with a laugh. “Alright alright I’ll go fetch it, Where would I find it?” He asked stopping in his tracks.

“On the nightstand!” You called back as you grabbed another bale, he nodded giving you a little salute before setting off. He headed inside offering a polite ‘hello’ to your aunt before going upstairs finding your room and heading inside. Originally he was just here to grab the sunscreen and go but a little book peeking out from behind your pillow had him curious.

He stopped for a moment before he eventually caved and carefully picked it up in his hands, just a peek, it wouldn’t hurt really. Just a peek turned into reading some pages and skipping others, that was until he stumbled upon some of the more..explicit pages and they seemed to be about him. God he felt his pride swell, the way you thought about him and looked at him.

“Well damn little lady..” Miguel murmured with a slight smile on his face before he shut the journal, having now learned about your developing crush on him and the way you thought about him. He grabbed the sunscreen and headed back down and out with a curt tip of his hat.

You noticed when he was walking back he had a little beat to his steps causing you to smile and raise a brow as you took the sunscreen from him. “What’s got you so happy go lucky?” you asked as you applied some on your face and arms and he just hummed in response. “Eh no particular thing, can’t a man just be happy hm?” He teased you and you playfully swatted at his arm. Once you were all good with the sunscreen you two got back to work, all the moving and feeding and more moving of stuff had you both out till the sun was settling near the mountain tops.

“Hm, Looks like we should start headin’ back Miguel.” You said looking at the way the sun was settling, “Ah right, can’t believe the day slipped away from us that damn quick.” He said as he adjusted his hat to sit back on his head slightly, you couldn’t help but admire his features slightly before snapping yourself out of it. “Miguel, I was wondering if you, I mean if you and any of the cowboys would like to come down to the main house for a lunch of sorts,” Miguel smiled coyly at your little invitation, “Oh? You're inviting little ol’ me huh?” he said his smile went from coy to smug and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“You wish, I’m doing it as a request from my aunt.” You said lying through your teeth, no you were wholeheartedly inviting Miguel, using your aunt as an excuse so he didn’t see right through you. However that was long gone really, he already saw right through you, you and your dirty little thoughts with the way you looked at him and what he learned from your diary. He dramatically put a hand over his heart, “I am truly honored sugar,” he joked causing you to roll your eyes again starting your way back to the main house.

His smile never leaving his face,”See ya tomorrow sweetheart,” he laughed as you turned away from him quickly heading back to the main house to wash up for dinner, he knew damn well what he was going to do tomorrow to get you alone and he couldn’t wait.

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He spent his day counting down the minutes till he could meet you for lunch well you and your family really, when he saw how the time neared closer he had gone back to the guest house to freshen up opting for a nicely pressed shirt, one of his nice belts, and some jeans that he knew you thought looked damn good on him. Grabbing his hat swiftly and the sunflowers he got just for today.

Making sure he didn’t look too eager he toned down his steps and his excitement, knocking on the front door adjusting his grip on the flowers. He heard you call out ‘I got it!’ before your footsteps followed, opening the door you were the picture of summer. Wearing a nice little sundress, hair more loose and free, and a smile creeping its way onto your face. “Howdy little miss.” He said his southern drawl coming out more has he held the flowers out to you.

You accepted them gratefully, “Miguel you really didn’t have to-” “I wanted to sugar, there’s a difference.” He hummed as he walked inside with you greeting your aunt and uncle with his usual polite demeanor and then greeting your cousins with that smile of his. You couldn’t help but grin, going and finding a vase for the flowers. “He’s a real nice boy ain’t he?” your aunt asked, having noticed your grin.

Still subconsciously smiling as you filled the vase with water you shrugged, “Yeah I suppose he is.” She just laughed a bit as she brought the food and drinks to the table with you following behind her setting the beautiful sunflowers as the centerpiece. Calling everyone to the table for lunch, you settled into your seat, Miguel sitting in the seat beside you which was across from your uncle so they could continue whatever conversation they were having.

You all served yourselves and then conversations began, it felt like most lunches with the addition of Miguel, little did you know what he was planning. He knew how the herding dogs were so when your aunt went to grab the pitcher of juice he sneakily tossed a piece of food underneath the table causing all of them to make a run for the food bumping your aunt’s chair, the pitcher of juice ended up splashing all over your sundress causing you to squeal and jump up.

You quickly excused yourself to hurry up stairs to remove the splotches of color that had begun to seep into the fabric more and more. Miguel excused himself as well, saying he had a call to take and it was rather important. Your family thought nothing of it, just hoping you’d be alright. He headed up the stairs with ease as he heard the sink start to run. Inside you had grabbed a cloth and began to rub at the stains without much thought.

Then a knock sounded and you sighed thinking it was your Aunt or cousins you opened it, it was Miguel. “Ah- I’m sorry I’m tryin’ to-” Miguel cut you off, “Don’t worry sweetheart, I know how to get pesky stains out especially ones that ruin such a nice dress.” You blinked the nickname felt less innocent for some reason especially with the way he was looking at you.

You cleared your throat allowing him to come in and shut the door as he kneeled down digging through the cabinets, “Ah here we are,” He said holding some bleach, “This oughta help somewhat.” He hummed as he dabbed a cloth with some leaning forward looking at you for your permission. You nodded slowly and he brought the cloth to one of the stains, wiping gently. His touch so gentle and soft had your stomach erupting in butterflies.

You felt your arousal grow slightly from his little touches and ministrations and the way he always looked to you with those eyes as a way of asking. You couldn’t help but stare at him, analyzing his features and then a chuckle erupted from his chest causing you to snap back to the situation. “Darlin’ If you keep staring at me that way I might just have to do what your little diary says.” the mention of your diary as your cheeks flushing red and your heart speeding up more than it was before. “I beg your pardon?” was all you could manage out.

He chuckled, setting the cloth aside and moving closer, “I didn’t wanna tell you this sugar but I’ve read your little journal and all the thoughts you think bout me.” He whispered softly against your ear causing you to shudder slightly. “Miguel I can explain-” You started, “Shh, Shh no need sweetheart, I know exactly what you need.” He said softly as he leaned closer, his lips hovering just away from yours. “Question is, do you really want this?” He asked wanting to really make sure this wasn’t some wet dream or that it wasn’t you who felt this way. You swallowed hard as you exhaled shakily, nodding, “Words sugar.” He said softly against your lips. “Yes Miguel, Please.” You pleaded slightly and he chuckled, shaking his head. “Goodness little miss your going to be the death of me.” He teased before your lips met.

It started out soft and sweet then grew into something more passionate and rough as his hands rested on your hips, his thumbs tracing patterns on the cloth that covered them. You pulled away for air, your breathing coming out in small pants and huffs. “Look at you..Kiss bitten lips all needy for me.” Miguel said with a slight smug smirk, “I’m not needy.” You shot back at him with a small huff.

His hand went from your hips to your thigh working up to your panty covered clit, a gasp eliciting from your throat. “Not so needy huh?” he teases as he rubs a thumb over your covered clit groaning at the way your arousal has made your panties wet. “Not-Not needy at all,” You managed out as a whine followed your words when his hand moved away.

“Then maybe I shouldn’t,” He started before you sighed, “Please Miguel..” You murmured, earning a smile from him, “Please what?” he said, pushing you on. “I need you.” you whined out earning a satisfactory chuckle, his hands found your waist and he hoisted you up to sit on the counters of the bathroom. His lips immediately find your inner thigh, sucking marks into the soft skin.

His hands wander as you let out small gasps and cries trying to be quiet, as you beg for him, as you beg TO him. God he never really thought his little idea would work but here he was buried in between your thighs, what a dream. His lips inched closer and closer to where you wanted him, he gently pulled your panties down and off. Then he licked a slow stripe up your folds eliciting a moan from you causing you to cover your mouth.

You could practically feel the smile he had on his face, he began eating you out like you were the last meal he’d ever eat. His tongue working your leaking hole then focusing directly on your clit. Humming gently when his lips wrapped around the sensitive bud causing a guttural noise to slip past your hand. His pace is unforgivable with the way he’s eating you.

He acts like he's a starved man eating the most delicious food alive and he just can’t stop, one hand keeping your thighs apart and the other massaging the soft supple skin. The way he alternates between tongue fucking you then sucking at your clit has your head in the cloud feeling like your on cloud nine.

Without warning he shoves two fingers in causing you to gasp at the surprise feeling, his fingers working slowly but surely in a soft pace to give you time until you're practically begging for more and he gives you more. His fingers curl in the right spots as he pumps his fingers in and out of you sloppily kissing and licking at your clit.

All the stimulation has your head reeling as a knot forms in your stomach, he doesn’t stop, he makes direct eye contact with you with that smug smile on his face as the knot snaps. Your velvety walls spasming around his fingers as you orgasm, your eyes shut tight as he laps up all of it slowly letting you down from your high as you exhale sharply when he removes his fingers.

His hands come to make quick work of his belt and jeans bringing his boxers and jeans just low enough for his painfully hard cock to spring out. You can’t help but stare as he works it slightly, your mouth practically hanging open at the sight of it, precum beading at the tip as he works it slightly lining his head up with your entrance.

He looks to you for another affirmation and you nod looking up at him with those pleading eyes again and he can’t say no to you. He nudges his head in before plunging in full force eliciting a loud moan from your lips and groans from his with how tight you are around him. “God..So tight, such a good girl I swear.” he murmurs as he begins thrusting into your cunt, the praise causing your pussy to flutter around him. He acknowledged this with a little smirk.

“You like that huh? You like being my good girl,” He huffs out earning a whine from you, he lands a small slap to your ass causing a yelp to fall from your lips. “I asked you a question.” He said gruffly his change in attitude had your stomach feeling butterflies. “Yes, Yes s’good Miguel!” You cried out as his pace became relentless. His smirk remained at the way you reacted to all of this. His hands have a grip on your hips that’ll most definitely bruise without a doubt.

His face finds itself in the crevice of your neck placing soft kisses and words of praise into your ear, your mind practically melts from all of this as he fucks you with such a pace, the sound of skin slapping and your muffled whines and cries becoming evident as he continues on. Your legs come to wrap around his back slightly as he pulls his face away to watch where you two connect. “Tan condenadamente apretada, tan buena para mí.(So damn tight, so good for me.)” He managed out as your walls fluttered around him, having a vice on his cock.

“That feel good? Hm?” he asked knowing damn well your practically fucked dumb at this point, nodding your eyes fluttering open as he comes to rhythmic pace that’s hitting all the right spots for you. He continues to praise you and kiss up your neck leaving marks occasionally just because he can. With the way your walls clench around him he can tell your close, his free hand comes down to rub circles on your clit making you gasp and your head loll back onto the mirror behind you.”So damn needy for me..Taking all you can get.” he chuckled out.

“I’m not needy,” you managed out best you could as you took his hat from him, He shook his head at your hard-headedness “Eres tan terco…(You are so stubborn..)” He huffed out with a chuckle, quickly taking his hat back from you as you shot him a mischievous smile even in your mind melted state. Rolling your hips eliciting a groan from the cowboy who tossed his head back, his hat covering his face.

He hums slightly, leaning down to plant kisses on your collarbone and shoulder, “That’s how you wanna play huh?” he murmurs into your skin, his pace picking up almost knocking the air out of you, the lewd noises that spill from your lips spur him on, and that familiar knot tightens in your stomach, then the coil snaps and your cunts warm walls restrict around him and he can’t help but groan before he quickly pulls out before he can cum. Causing a small whine from you at the loss of feeling full.

“You wanna play games then we can play games sugar.” He says as he brings you off the counter onto your knees, you swallow thickly as you gently kitten lick the tip of his cock, soft and slowly. Teasing him with it, earning low groans and even slight whines from him. You don’t get very far with your tricky endeavors before he bucks his hips slightly causing you to gag around it. “Sorry bout that darlin’ just can’t help myself.” he says with a slight smile.

You start a steady pace, your hands resting on his thighs as you bob your head back and forth, your nose touching the tip of his pelvis before you pull off of him just to tease him again. He groans out before laughing slightly, his hand coming to find itself behind your head. “God you are just a little tease ain’tcha.” he says before thrusting into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly and pat his thighs. Tears welling in your eyes.

“Shh shh, it’s alright just relax.” He says softly and you try to, finding a steady breathing pace through your nose and relaxing your throat slightly. He begins face fucking your practically, drool coming to spill from the side of your mouth and nose tickling his pelvis as the hums you produced in response to his praises elicited groans and huffs from him.

His pace was rhythmic until it became erratic, his breathing becoming more uneven, “Don’t think I’m gonna last any longer.” Miguel huffs out as his pace becomes more needy. You hum around him and he groans, begging you to do that again and you oblige, humming around his length gagging slightly. The sensations send him over the edge after a few more thrusts his cum spurts down your throat causing you to swallow out of reflex, he slowly pulls out a string of spit connecting him to your kiss bitten drool covered lips. God the sight of alone could have had him going again he leaned forward wiping a thumb over your lip to wipe the drool away as you swallowed.

He planted a small kiss on your temple, “You're just perfect darlin’.” He praises making you smile slightly as he helped you stand up, a hand resting on your hips. “Maybe we should head back down, Wouldn’t want your family to worry too much.” you hummed in response, “I’m gonna change first, you go on down.” you said softly planting a kiss to his cheek as you carefully exited the bathroom to go back to the room.

Could this be the start of something real with this cowboy?

Fin.

[multific]

Padam Padam

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Your father wished for you to marry Prince Aemond to strengthen the bond between your and his family. What your father didn’t know is that you heard about the Prince before, and you were very interested.

You swore your heart stopped and then quickened up the moment you saw him.

Aemond Targaryen.

You heard the rumours about his eye, yet all failed to mention the handsome face, the tall figure and the built muscles.

Your father wished for you to marry Prince Aemond to strengthen the bond between your and his family.

It was purely political and yet you couldn't stop staring at him. His handsome face, his beautiful hair, his tall frame and his long fingers, which you were sure could be used for other things than holding a sword.

You didn't say anything during dinner. You mainly observed his family and fantasised about your future husband.

You could faintly hear your father talking to the Queen about the details of your wedding, but your senses were mainly focused on the man sitting across from you.

After dinner, you were ready to head to bed. Sleep off your sinful thoughts, but as you rounded the corner, the same man stood in your doorway, waiting for you.

"My Prince, how may I help you?" you asked as you walked up to him, not looking into his eye.

"Am I truly that repulsive that you refuse to look at me?" his voice was filled with venom and anger.

You should have known that he was cautious about his lost eye.

"Quite the opposite, My Prince." you answered honestly and hoped no one else was there to hear.

"You dare lie to me?!" he almost yelled, but he did raise his voice, which was not appreciated by you. Your eyes met his.

"I will have to ask you to not raise your voice at me. I am to be your wife, not your slave, it is not my fault you don't believe my words. And now, I would like to go and sleep, excuse me." you said as you rounded him.

He just stood there, too stunned to speak. By the time he gathered himself, you already locked yourself into your chambers.

He could only stare at the closed door before he turned to leave.

---

The next morning you woke up, you recalled the events before you got into your bed and you felt both relieved and bad.

You were glad you stood up to Aemond and didn't let him yell at you. But you also feared he might want to call the wedding off.

You felt like you should apologise, but at the same time, you didn't want to.

You didn't want for him to know that it was okay to yell at you. You were not about to have a relationship where you would go insane much like your aunt did.

You entered the hall for breakfast.

"Daughter! Sit next to the Prince." your father said and you obliged.

Sitting down next to Aemond and to your other side was his sister.

After breakfast Aemond's mother asked you to walk you through the castle with you.

Now, you have spoken with the Queen before so you didn't feel as nervous.

You had a feeling that she liked you. Or she really wouldn't let you marry her son. You assumed.

Later that day, you were resting in your room when there was a knock.

"Come in." you looked up from your book and your eyes met with the Prince. "Prince Aemond, how may I help?"

"I came to apologise for my behaviour. Yesterday, I wasn't myself, please forgive me."

"I forgive you, but I will not believe that it wasn't you, My Prince." Aemond looked at you, confused, so you continued. "I believe everything you said you meant, I believe you are holding back always. I can see in your posture. You have some deep regrets and anger inside you. A huge fire is burning inside you, My Prince."

"And you will be the wife of such a man. You might end up getting burnt."

"I sure hope so. If it means the fire is who you really are, Aemond, I wish to see it. All of it."

"How can you say that? Most women run from me, scream even just by the thought of me."

"I suppose you can say, I am not most women." you stood up from your chair, your book on the floor, long forgotten. "I always admired fire, I heard of you, when my father told me, I am to marry you, I felt joy. If what you are saying is true, if women are truly scared of you, then excuse me for admitting this, but at least I can be selfish and keep you all to myself."

"You want me?" he genuinely sounded surprised.

"With everything I have. Anything you are willing to give me, and I will give you myself." for a moment his eyes went over your figure. "I believe that everyone is born to find their pair. I trust my instincts that you, Aemond, are my other half."

"You are speaking nonsense." you smiled softly as you watched the light hit his perfect face. Oh, how you wished to run your fingers through his beautiful white locks. 

"It is okay if you won't believe me now, I am sure you will soon realize I do not lie."

"Did your father put you up for this? Forced you to speak such things?" he was getting angry, you took a step closer and placed your hand on his chest.

"My father would marry me to a goat. I am speaking the truth." his eye searched yours.

But you were no liar.

You meant every word.

You deserved him as much as he deserved you.

You wanted him as much as he wanted you.

And soon, he would realize that he was destined to be yours as much as you were destined to be his.

His lips hang open as he thought.

He looked ever more handsome when he was thinking.

Soon, he moved his head, letting his lips rest on yours.

He wasn't skilled, but neither were you. It was okay.

More than okay.

It was perfect.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Padam padam.

Yes, you were ready to get burnt.

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Chelsea's Gardener

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Plot: (Y/N) was the head gardener at London’s Chelsea Physics Garden. She kept the garden presentable and running smoothly. One day a man who looked very out of place shows up…

For @runnning-outof-time 3K Follower Celebration! (Fluff Prompt 8: "Isn't it beautiful out here?")

Word Count: 778

Warning: None

(Y/N) got to the garden at the crake of dawn. The garden was hosting a gathering and she needed to ensure the garden was presentable. All morning she ran around the grounds, ensuring all the damaged or dying flowers were gone and no weeds were in sight. 

As she was running by the statue of Sir Hans Sloane, she stopped when she saw a man looking at the tulip garden beds that line the walkway. Usually, she doesn’t see men here by themselves, especially if they’re just walking around. 

“Isn’t it beautiful out here?” she calls out, startling the man. He quickly turns around and saw (Y/N) standing just under the statue. 

“Yes. Yes, it is,” he replies, finishing his cigarette and putting it out on the ground. (Y/N) grimaces at this action. The man noticed this, but instead of ignoring her, he picked up his squished butt. 

“So who are you?” he asked, breaking the silence. 

“I’m the head gardener here at the gardens,” she informs. He nods admiring the trees and flowers around her. 

“Does the head gardener have a name?” he asks. This shocked her a little, usually, she is in the background and not known for getting attention from attendees. 

“ (Y/N) (Y/L/N), at your service Mr….” she trails off, realizing she doesn’t know the man’s name. 

“Shelby. Thomas Shelby,” he replies, sticking his hand out to her. She took her hand, expecting just a handshake. He shocked her by placing a kiss on the back of her hand. 

“So what is Mr. Thomas Shelby doing here by himself?” she asks him, trying to hide her blush. 

“I’m here for the gala that is being held here this afternoon,” he says, gesturing to the party tents that are placed not far off. “But I got bored and slipped away for a little air.” She nods her head, acknowledging why he was there. 

“Well, since you are not wanting to go back just yet, would you like a tour?” she offers. Tommy’s eyes roam across her body, taking this woman in. Her dress was covered in dirt, and some holes scattered the bottom of the skirt. Her hands weren’t like any women that he had seen. They weren’t as soft as the normal women he would accompany in his daily life but be as rough as a dock worker. Her hands were strong yet supple. 

“Lead the way Ms. (Y/L/N),” he says. 

“Oh, I’m not married,” she corrects and they walk toward the greenhouses. 

“I see,” he replies, leaving the two in a small silence, as they walk the garden pathways.  

“What’s a nice-looking woman like yourself doing alone in London?” He asks. 

“Most days I’m too busy to entertain a man. If they even give me a look,” she states, fidgeting with her necklace, feeling a little ashamed at her answer. Tommy nods. 

“So what made you want to work here?” he asked. (Y/N) let out a breathy laugh. 

“My mother used to work here, I would come to work with her when I wasn’t in school. But then she fell sick a few years ago and took her place, as I knew everything about the garden,” she informs. 

“You are a strong and interesting woman,” he states, pulling out another cigarette.

“Thank you,” she replies as they get closer to the greenhouses. 

Just as they got to the greenhouse, a voice broke through the garden. It was calling out for Tommy. (Y/N) looked to him, confused, but he looked annoyed. 

“That would be my loving aunt trying to find me,” he informs, giving her the answer to the question she didn’t need to ask. 

“Another time I suppose,” she suggests, hoping he would want to see her again. 

“I’ll be in London for the rest of the week, how about I come back tomorrow and you can give me a private tour,” he offers. She felt her belly fill with butterflies. 

“I would like that. How about you meet me back at the Sir Hans Sloane statue tomorrow at noon,” she suggests. 

“The which statue?” he asks. 

“The statue where I found you wondering,” she says with a small giggle. She watches as some pink grow across his face. 

“See you tomorrow then,” he says with a small smile. 

“See you tomorrow,” she states.  

5 Years Later

Tommy stands by the Sir Hans Sloane statue, looking at his pocket watch. (Y/N) was supposed to meet him back in the gardens by 2, but it is growing closer to 3. Just as he was about to send some men to see what had happened, (Y/N) came running around a hedge wall. A sigh of relief falls from his mouth as he sees her run towards him. 

“Sorry for running late. My aunt didn’t seem to want to let me go from our afternoon tea,” she says out of breath. 

“I was about to send Finn and Arthur to see where you were,” he confesses, wrapping his arms around her hips, and bringing her closer. His anxiety was building before she crested the hedge, having her in his arms at this moment grounded him. 

“I’m sorry Tommy, I would have called to let you know if I knew my aunt would have held me hostage,” she slightly jokes. 

“Well now that you're here, how about a walk around the garden?” he offers. 

“ Would you like a tour?” she offers with a smirk. She still knows the garden like the back of her hand. 

“Lead the way, Ms. Shelby,” he says, gesturing forward. 

“Follow me, Mr. Shelby,” she requests grabbing ahold of his arm, starting to stroll through the garden. and

[thefallennightmare]

Ménage à Trois-six

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Pairings: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+ only please, swearing, angst, fluff.

Summary: Bucky has a proposition for Reader, something involving Steve. This trio, however, never expected for their lives to change after that night the way it had.

A/N: While writing this chapter, I realized that I don't really have an endgame for this story. I'm not sure where it will end so I guess we'll see how it goes! Tags are open!

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The only sound that echoed throughout my small apartment was the chatter coming from the radio that was placed on top of my fireplace. It was some talk show that I had on every night  although I never paid attention to it. It was more so for background noise, something to keep my mind from wandering to terrible thoughts; of Bucky, the war, and if he was even alive. Even with the letter I received from him sitting on my lap, I knew that it wasn’t a sure sign that he was doing okay. The letter was dated from a few weeks ago, it just this morning being delivered to my mailbox. So it was only telling that anything could have happened to him in those few weeks. 

I did my best not to dwell on it though, letting the sound of the rain that pelted against my window calm my nerves. The loud crackle and pop of warmth radiating from the fireplace warmed my clammy body as I dug myself deeper into my couch. The talk show on the radio ended, now being replaced by soft tunes, and I let out a soft sigh wondering where Steve was. 

It had been almost a month since I had seen him last, we were talking on the phone the other day where he told me he would be returning soon from his small getaway. He said that he went away for a small vacation to visit an aunt that lived in New Jersey and he’d be back home tomorrow. The phone call ended with a promise to come over to see me. 

Steve was lying. 

He didn’t have an aunt that lived in New Jersey. Hell, he didn’t have any family anywhere. Bucky and I were all Steve had. He was avoiding me and with how the night went before he disappeared, I couldn’t blame him. 

Steve was on top, hips moving in slow languid strides. My legs wrapped around his back in a makeshift way to lock him into place. The tip of his cock hitting just the right spot and I leaned my head back onto my pillow, a moan of sheer ecstasy falling from my lips. 

“You’re so tight for me, doll,” Steve groaned into the crook of my neck. 

My nails scratched at the skin of his back. “Oh, Bucky.” 

Both of our bodies froze, the mistake shattering the small bubble of pleasure we had created. Steve slowly pulled out from my core, my body shivering at the sudden loss of warmth, and sat back on his legs. 

“You called me Bucky.” 

I bit the inside of my cheek and pulled the blanket over my naked form, suddenly feeling very insecure in front of him. 

“I didn't mean to,” I apologized. “It’s just Bucky has been heavy on my mind. It was only a slip of the tongue.” 

Steve didn’t bother to hear my apologies as he stood from the bed and made quick work of putting his clothes back on. I went to reach for him, fingers grazing his back. 

“Steve-” I started. 

“I should go,” he turned to face me. “I forgot I had something in the morning. Need all the sleep I can get.” 

My eyes fell. “But you always stay here.” 

“I’ll call you tomorrow afternoon,” Steve bid me a farewell with a soft brush of his lips to the top of my head. 

He didn’t call me the following afternoon. He didn’t call me for two more days, saying that he had to leave quickly to visit this aunt, needing to take care of her because she was sick or something.  

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I replayed that moment over and over. I felt so stupid for letting Bucky’s name slip. I knew it was Steve in my bed but that did nothing to stop the worried thoughts of Bucky from clouding my mind. All I could think about was him 23 hours a day. It was an honest mistake for having his name slip. 

Steve and I had sex so many times since Bucky had left and not once during those times have I let his name slip. Surely, Steve had to know that it was an honest mistake. 

Right? 

Three knocks sounded on the other side of my door. With a raised brow directed towards the clock, I thought to myself, as I stood to answer, who would be visiting me so late in the evening. 

I gave a quick glance through the peephole of the door and breathed a long sigh of relief. 

“Steve,” I said after opening the door. 

The small blonde gave me his best smile. “Hi, doll. Can I come in?” 

Suddenly, anger filled my blood when I remembered that he had ditched me for a month and I pulled the door closer towards my body. “It’s late. I was actually about to head to bed.” 

“Y/N,” Steve sighed. “Please. I want to explain where I’ve been.” 

With a hand gripping the wood of the door, I sucked in my bottom lip to show that I was giving his words careful consideration. Even though I already knew my answer. I would let him inside, only because I wanted to know where he had been. 

After a nod, I stepped to the side allowing him to enter. We both decided on sitting on the couch, with some space between us. There was still an awkward tension between us, as thick as the silence, so I ran my sweaty hands on the bottom of my dress. 

“I want to apologize,” I said. “I truly didn’t mean to call you Bucky that night. It was the truth that I couldn’t stop thinking about him. But that still doesn't give me the right to call you another man's name.” 

Steve nodded. “I already feel inadequate compared to him so when I heard you say his name instead, I felt jealous and upset. But I shouldn’t have walked out on you.” 

“Steve,” I sighed and placed a soft hand on his knee. “You don’t need to feel that way. I don’t think you’re any different than Bucky. My feelings for the two of you are the same.” 

“But you don’t love me the way you do Bucky.” 

My shoulders fell and I thought of the best way to say my next words without hurting him. 

“I’ve been with Bucky for a long time now, of course I’m going to love him more. But with you, Steve. I can see myself slowly falling for you.” 

Steve stiffened in my grasp before shifting himself to face me. “I might have a way to finally feel equal to him.” 

I raised a confused brow. “But you don’t need to compete with him. Why do you feel the need you have too?” 

“That’s not the only reason,” he ran a hand over his chin. “All I want to do, besides being with you, is fight in the war.” 

“Steve,” I warned, not wanting to have this conversation yet again. 

The night before Bucky left, some German scientist heard Steve’s story and decided to give him a chance. That was months ago and we hadn't heard another word from the guy. Which made me wonder if he was legit or stringing Steve along. Which he never wanted to hear whenever I brought it up to him. 

“It’s not fair, Y/N. I should be there right alongside Buck. But I’m stuck here.” 

All he needed to do was see the hurt look flash in my eyes to notice how deep his words cut.

“Gee, thanks Stevie.” 

He sighed, reaching for me. “I didn’t mean it like that.” 

The corner of my eyes dampened with tears but I hastily brushed them away, not wanting Steve to see me cry. 

“How did you mean it?” I shrugged. 

His mouth opened and shut a few times, trying to fight the right words. “I was finally given a chance, shouldn’t I do whatever it takes to prove that I was the right choice?

The passion in his voice caused my heart to flutter. 

“How can you prove yourself? By dying?!”

Steve linked our hands together, leaving faint kisses along my knuckles. “I’m not going to die, Y/N. Not with what Dr. Erskine has planned for me.” 

When I didn’t say anything, he took it as an indication to continue. 

“Can you promise to listen to everything I have to say before getting upset?” Steve asked. 

“Of course,” I said a bit too leery. 

“I lied about where I’ve been. I don’t have an aunt that lives in New Jersey.” 

I nodded, this revelation not being surprising. “I know. You’re a shitty liar.” 

“Thanks. I think,” the right side of his lips curled up into a light smile.

The sudden thought of if he was with another woman pressed deep into my brain and Steve could feel my hand begin to slip so he leaned in and left a short but heavy kiss upon my lips. I had been so taken aback but the force of it, I didn’t return it until he began to pull away. I frowned internally, wanting to taste him for a few more seconds. 

“I wasn’t with another dame. You’re the only one for me, doll.” Steve breathed across my lips. 

The corners of mine pulled up into a huge smile. 

“I wasn’t lying about where I was, though. I actually was in New Jersey,” he admitted. 

“What the hell for?” I snickered. 

It was then that he divulged exactly what he had been up to the last month, why he had gone in the dark and not returning any of my phone calls. My ears rang loudly with each word that fell from his lips and I couldn’t stop the way my knee bounced with sheer panic. 

When Steve finished, I had to sit quietly for another few beats before letting out a large breath. 

“This scientist, Dr. Erskine, created this serum that does what again?” I questioned, forgetting everything already. 

“I’ll become a super soldier; increased strength, speed, abilities that aren’t common among other men,” Steve reiterated in his previous words. 

“And you’ve been at a base camp training for this program?” I asked, still unable to meet his gaze. 

“I almost didn’t make the cut but Peggy vouched for me with Colonel Phillips,” Steve said. 

It was the second time I had heard that name but only this time, I actually decided to ask him about it. 

“Peggy?” I asked. 

He hesitated but reluctantly nodded. 

“I thought you said you weren’t with any other women,” the jealousy was evident in my voice but I couldn’t do anything to stop it. 

“Y/N,” Steve cupped my chin and forced me to look into his eyes finally. “You’re the only one I want to be with, to share this news with.” 

“And Bucky?”

He nodded. “Of course, Bucky. I hope there’s some way I can tell him the news without him freaking out on me.” 

I brought his palm to my lips, leaving a kiss upon it. 

“Are you sure this doctor is a sure thing? How do we know he’s not some quack trying to make a fast buck?” I stressed my concern. 

Steve brushed a strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “He’s a good man, Y/N. You’ll love him when you meet him tomorrow.” 

My eyes doubled in size. “Tomorrow?!” 

“Yes, the procedure is tomorrow.” 

I pinched my eyes shut. “Oh, Stevie. Have you given this any thought? What happens if you’re not strong enough to take it? What if it has side effects that no one is aware of? What if-.” 

My rambling questions were cut off by Steve lowering me onto the couch, his lips covering my own. They moved in a euphoric sync that made my heart jump into my throat. I raked my hands through his hair in an effort to bring him close to me, his tongue pushing past my teeth and dancing with mine. His hips dug deep into my now heated core and I moaned into his mouth when I felt the tip of his aching cock that was pressing hard against his jeans, drag along the inside of my thigh. 

Finally, he pulled away and rested his forehead against my own. 

“Everything will be alright. I will be fine. If I didn’t trust Dr. Erskine, I wouldn’t have agreed to this,” Steve’s voice came out quiet. 

All I could do was nod, still reeling from the intensity of our kiss. 

“Will you be there for me?” 

My shoulders went rigid underneath him, unsure on how to answer. I knew he needed me there for support but the mere thought of seeing the disappointment on his face was enough to break my heart. Just because he trusted this doctor, didn’t mean I did. 

“Please?” Steve begged with another kiss to my lips. 

I melted into his embrace and nodded. “Of course, Steve. Anything to make you happy.”

We spent the next few hours tangled in each other's embrace, our moans of pleasure bouncing off the old wooden walls of my home. As much as I was consumed by Steve’s kisses all over every inch of my body, I couldn’t stop the worry I felt for his procedure tomorrow.

[buckyshairstylist]

Aww, your tony is so precious, can you write a very happy dad tony spoiling his pregnant wife?

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tony is truly the best husband Y/N could ask for.

CW: pregnancy, mentions of food, fluff. Not edited.

WC: 1,348

AN: Sorry it’s taken so long to get this done! College classes and work has taken up all of my time and I finally found a free moment to finish this. I hope you enjoy it and I’m so sorry for the wait, anon!

To say that Tony was surprised to find you sobbing in the middle of your bed was an understatement. He’d left you alone for fifteen minutes — long enough to shower to wash off all the dirt and grime that came with his occupation — and now you were on your bed, sobbing.

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

You sniveled miserably, looking at him with tear-filled eyes. “I just love you s’ much, Tony.”

Tony ducked his head to hide the small laugh, masking it with a cough. He made his way to the bed, climbing onto it and gently pulling you against him.

“I love you too, dear.”

One hand rubbed up and down your arm, the other resting on your swollen belly. You sobbed into his shirt, clinging to him.

“Don’t leave.”

“I would never leave you, honey,” he assured you, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“…Tony?”

Tony hummed in acknowledgement.

“Will you rub my back, please?” you requested, wiping at your eyes. “God, I’m such a mess.”

“It’s normal. Just… lie down for me.”

You huffed but did as you were told, awkwardly maneuvering to where you could lie down. Tony helped as much as he could, one hand pressing against the small of your back. Tony laid directly behind you, his hands instantly moving to your shoulders.

“You’re the best, y’know that, Tony?”

Tony smiled at you. “Of course I am, baby. I’m Tony Stark.”

“Rhodey says you’re Tony Stank.”

“He is never gonna let that die,” he huffed, working at the tight muscles in your back. “God, honey.”

“What?” You turned your head slightly so you could hear him better.

“Your muscles. They’re so tight. Stress isn’t good for you, you know.”

“I know, baby, but stress is normal for me,” you reminded him.

“Honey, stress isn’t good for you or the baby. Heck, it’s not good for you even if you’re not pregnant! Don’t make me install a protocol where Friday has to snitch—“

“Don’t you dare, Anthony Stark.”

Tony giggled. You huffed, gently (or rather, lazily) swatting at him.

“I can’t believe you’d even suggest it.”

“Alright, since the protocol is a no, how about I find someone to keep you company?”

“Tony, I swear—“

“Just someone to keep you company when I’m gone.”

You hesitated, thinking about the potential victim of that scheme. Realizing who Tony would volunteer for the position (and who would happily take it if asked), you sighed.

“Tony, do not bring Peter into this.”

“I never said Peter. You did. And it’s a brilliant idea.”

“No.”

————————————————————————

“Hi, Mrs. Stark!” Peter chirped as he entered the penthouse, waving.

“Hey, Peter,” you smiled kindly at him. You took in his appearance and quirked a brow. “Lab day?”

“Yeah. Mr. Stark wasn’t in the lab, though, so I came up here.”

You hummed, grabbing a second mug out of the cabinet.

“You want some hot cocoa?”

“If it’s no trouble, Mrs. Stark.”

“It’s no trouble at all, Peter. And you don’t have to call me Mrs. Stark. Y/N is fine,” you reminded him, though you’ve nearly given up on him ever using your name.

Peter smiled cheekily. “Okay, Mrs. Stark.”

You groaned playfully, earning a laugh from the boy that had stolen both yours and Tony’s hearts. Peter had one of the strongest support systems in the world — you just weren’t sure he was aware of that.

“How have you been?”

You placed a mug in front of him as you huffed. “I’ve been okay. Emotional, but only Tony gets to deal with it.”

Peter snickered.

“How about you?”

“I’ve been great, Mrs. Stark! Aunt May—“ Peter launched into a rant, rambling about everything that had happened since the last time you saw him. You listened attentively, interjecting where appropriate and responding to the conversation.

Tony stepped out of the elevator around the time he started to tell you about the new Lego set he’d been working on with Ned.

“Underoos, kid, I’ve been texting you for the last twenty minutes.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I’ve been talking to Mrs. Stark.”

“I can see that,” Tony smirked. “Change of plans, kid. It’s now movie night.”

“Oh, okay! I, uhm, are you sure, Mr. Stark?” Peter asked uncertainly.

“Positive, Pete. What are we thinking for dinner? Pizza?”

“Yes!”

“That’s fine, Tony,” you smiled at him. Tony smiled softly, giving Friday the order to order the pizzas from your favorite pizzeria.

“Hey, Pete, why don’t you go grab some blankets?”

Peter nodded and took off down the hallway.

Tony moved to where he stood beside you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “C’mon, Mrs. Stark. I think some cuddles are in order, don’t you?”

You ducked your head as you felt your face heat up, a smile flitting across your lips.

“I think so, Mr. Stark.”

“You know, I went out today. It was supposed to be just to get a part for the car I’m working on, but I ended up seeing some things that I thought you would like and some things for the baby.”

“Tony—“

“Let me finish. They’re already in our room, they’ve been put where they won’t bother you. You can look at them whenever you want, you don’t have to do it today. But I think you’ll like it.”

“Tony, I’m happy with you just being here. You don’t have to buy me things to make me happy—“

“I know that,” he sighed. “I like to buy you things. You’re important to me. You should have everything that you desire, even if it’s something as ludicrous as the moon.”

“—and you know we have more than enough baby stuff, Tones.”

“This—you are the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me, honey. And our baby? That’s the best gift. I’m so grateful for you and for our baby, I’ve just—I’ve got to spoil both of you. So let me spoil you, and let me spoil our baby. It’s not gonna break me.”

After a few seconds of silence, the two of you merely watching each other as the silence dragged on a few seconds too long, you smiled at him.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to you spoiling me a little bit. But don’t spoil the baby too much, Tony.”

“I would never do such a thing,” he denied instantly. You scoffed. “What, you don’t believe me?”

“Not really, no.”

Tony snorted. “Fair. C’mon, I wanna show you this really quick. It’ll take Pete at least another five minutes to find the best blankets.”

You giggled, knowing that Peter would probably find every blanket he could before deciding which ones were appropriate for movie night.

“You know… I know that you purposely sent Peter up here.”

“I did not.”

“You did, Tony. You’re testing the theory you mentioned last night. Don’t bring Peter into this.”

“Peter’s already involved, Y/N,” Tony reminded you dryly. “He’s our unofficially adopted son, remember? Therefore, he’s our child’s unofficial older brother.”

You hummed as you followed Tony down the hallway, fingers entwined. Tony gently tugged you into the bedroom, where you noticed several bags dropped in one corner.

“Don’t worry about those. Some of it is genuinely for the lab.”

“It better be, Tony, or I swear—“

“It is, I promise. Now would you come over here? I want to see how these pajamas look on you.”

“Pajamas?” You raised a brow. “Like really soft pajamas?”

“The softest for my beautiful wife,” Tony beamed at you. “I saw them and I thought you would like them. I’ll show you the crib I bought later.”

“Tony, I thought we promised to do that together.”

“Baby, trust me, you’ll love it.”

He handed you the pajama set he’d mentioned, desperately hoping to take your mind off of the crib. You ran your hands over the material — soft, fluffy, and warm. You wasted no time in changing, much to your husband’s amusement.

“There’s my pretty girl,” Tony murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips. “C’mon. I’ll rub your back while we watch the movie with Peter. I’ll show you the rest later.”

“Tony—“

[dylansslutt]

secret / t.s

Warnings: peaky blinders...smut

Summary: being close friends throughout child led to some hot tension, but thomas gets sent away to war. what happens when he gets back?

requested from the lovely // @mrkdvidal1989​ \\

  Growing up best friends with ada and the shelbys brought a lot of adventure into your life. Small Heath wasn’t like London, so being around their family gave something new.

Thomas, John, and Arthur were the older brothers. You and John were close in age, allowing you both to become closer.

Arthur was very much an older brother to you. Always looking out for you, messing with you, or bugging you. You enjoyed it though considering your an only child.

Thomas on the other hand… things were a bit different. The first time you met he called you a foul name and you hit him. Now you two were friends but there was still a few moments.

-

 “who’s this ada?” a brown hair boy spoke up from behind us, trailing along two other boys. your eyes flicker back to the girl in confusion, “oh hush, tommy. this is my friend y/n.”

 he now stood closer a very noticeable height difference, but you just stare up at him. “ya’ can find better friends, ada.” he snickers making you glare. without a beat you kick the boy in the leg, shoving him backwards to land on his bum.

 standing above him with a smirk, “maybe ya’ should mind ya’ business, ‘tommy’.” snickers fills your ears, ada pulling you into a hug.

 “like a sister i never got.” you just laugh along, watching the other brothers laugh at the fact a girl beat him. instead of being mad though, tommy stood up and walked forward.

 expecting a hit of some sort, you were confused at no force. instead he stuck his hand out, “thomas shelby, i apologize.”

 a small smile slips across your lips, hands connecting you shake. “y/n y/l/n, apology accepted.”

-

 you and tommy grew close for many years until you started getting closer to age. more distant and moody, even got a girlfriend so you two barely spoke besides maybe at school or the house.

You were walking with ada, heading back to her house. giggling at her joke,  you notice a familiar figure not too far ahead.

“Hey Lucas!” You call out cheerfully. Lucas was a year older, nice kid. You two tend to chat every now and then, since he lives nearby.

“Oi, hi.” He waves sheepishly, stopping to allow you two to catch up.

Ada was the first to speak, “how are ya’?”

You three walk in sync down the road, ada’s home only a few houses down. “I’m alright, headed home.”

“The sky is getting dark, I bet it’ll rain.” Your mention brings both their heads toward the sky., just as we reach the Shelby home and you wave off Lucas.

“Bye Lucas!”

You both enter the home, soft chatter in the air. You walk pass Finn, giving him a soft kiss on the head.

“Who’s the boyfriend y/n?”

Tommy’s voice makes your head snap up. You glare at the boy, standing up from Finn. Ada stifles her giggle, already knowing how it’s going to play out.

Your mother also happened to be best friends with aunt Polly, but she passed away last year. Two days after your 14th birthday. It was horrible, you spent days alone in the bed.

Luckily Ada was a good friend and helped during that awful time period. She still helps considering you mainly stay at her home more than your own.

Since your mother’s passing... your father hasn’t been the same. Barely working, always drinking. He never got abusive but he did say awful things. but that was similar to Mr.Shelby, their father. He was just the same, until a few months ago when he left the home. Leaving everyone to mainly fend for themselves, beside Polly being in a sort of control.

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

John snickers with his mouth full half a biscuit in hand, your eyes flicker to him. “Oh, you be quiet!”

He stops laughing as he sees your expression, Tommy just stood in the doorway, smirk placed on his face at your reaction.

You decide to just leave it, not let it get to you. He always did this, anytime he saw you speak to another boy. It was irritating, especially when he had a girlfriend.

—

A few months has gone by, and the boys enlisted in the army. It was a sad day, for mainly Polly and Ada. Yet you felt it too, these boy were your family.

 standing at the train station, staring teary eyed as Ada hugs John. Arthur walks towards you, enveloping you into a hug.The tears fell softly down your cheeks.

“be safe, please.” You mutter against his chest.

“I’ll come home y/n/n. Don’t y’a worry.” He let’s you go turning towards Ada, you looking towards John.

He swoops you up into a bear hug, spinning you slightly. squealing softly, a smile spreads on your face as your feet hit the ground.

After a quick look into his eyes you softly cry. “Oh John.” He pulls you close rubbing your back.

“I’ll write to ya’. I’ll write to ya’ as much as possible.” You mutter pulling back as John smiles and pokes you.

“Y’a better, or when I get home I’ll kill y’a.” He tries to make light of the situation but the sight of you in tears made him sad.

Johns eyes glance over to someone before back to yours, “imma say bye to pol.”

You nod, stepping back wiping your cheeks. As he walks away he was quickly replaced. “Tommy.”

His expression was unreadable, “ya’ gonna write me too?”

You smile softly, “is tommy asking me to write him letters?”

He breaks his stoic look, a smile appearing. “I mean…”

You step forward, your arms swooping around his waist. It was only a second before his arms wrap around you, his scent filling your nostrils.

“Be safe, Tommy.” A silent tear slips out, you lift your head up to look into his eyes. “Come back home to me.”

He wipes your tear from your face, staring back down at you. “I will, I promise.”

It was very rare Thomas ever promised anything, but with you he always kept them. Like the day you found a baby bird, Tommy promised he wouldn’t kill it. Instead built a little nest for it, making you happy.

You stood beside Ada, waving the boys off as they get on the train. The day leading into a different life for the three of you women.

-

   a few months have passed, you picking up a job at a bread store. money was tight and with no children, work was all you had.

 your father became ill, you moving back into the house with him. with the stress of him, along with making sure the remaining shelby’s were alright. you still managed to find time to write to the boys, praying for their safe return.

 not knowing they wont return as themselves, only the surviving part.

     time passed and so did your father. now an orphan, you sold the home and moved in within the residence alongside ada and pol. you three being each others comfort, helping with the children and house care.

You working at the bread store helped a lot, to help make extra cash on the side. That’s where you ended up meeting timothy, he was sweet don’t get me wrong.

He would walk you home after work, get you flowers, compliments… but it just didn’t feel right. Yet you were lonely in this time so you carried on with it.

   “Goodnight tim!”

You kiss his cheek with a dear smile on your face. Anytime now the boys should be arriving back home. It’s been a long time, you aching for the return of them instead of the letters. You wrote to Thomas, but John just added his hello in his letters instead.

Unsettling disappointment left over you from that. Wishing he would’ve sent just a single letter. Turning around you enter the home, confusion taking place at the sound of laughter and clinks.

“Is there a birthday I’m unaware of?” Throwing your coat on the couch, rounding about into the kitchen. Just to have your heart drop at the sight of the three boys/men who were before you.

“Oi, are y’a’ serious?” Tears forming as you let out a small shaky laugh. Johns the first to come scooping you up, embracing the smell of smokes and his scent.

“Missed ya’ love.” He whispers in your ear, smooching your cheek. Giggling leaning back, Arthur’s arms wrapping you up in a deep hug.

“Ahhh, even more beautiful than before!” You pat his back, “oh hush!” Your eyes catching pols who was more than enjoyed to see the reunion of the family.

Your eyes landed on Thomas, breathe hitching in your throat. it’s been a few years since those deep blue eyes have been seen. without a blink you rush forward embracing him.

 he was stiff at first, hugging you was different. neverless his arms wrap around you, holding you close for a good moment.

You pull back as his eyes mimic yours, so much to say but no words to come out. “Missed ya’ tom.”

Without a word you made way towards the bottle on the table, stealing a glass and pouring yourself out one.

“To the boys, or so I say men now!” Everyone laughed and cheered on with you.

-

   The night was black, stars shining bright as ever. You sat outside smoking alone, a glass in hand. All the guys showing back up brought up a lot of emotions.

So silence was the best way to try and free your mind. Being out here alone has become a routine, that soon would be interrupted.

“Y’a’ like the quiet, I remembered that.” Thomas voice broke your train of thought, head whipping around to see him with his own smoke. shaking your head as  soft laugh escaping you.

 “sorry, i just...” you couldn’t find the right words, everything still scattering throughout your mind.

 he sits down beside you, “trust me, love, i feel ya’ on that.” silence took over, only interrupted when tommy hands over a smoke. you gratefully accept before asking him the one question you’ve asked yourself these few years.

 “why didn’t ya’ write me, tommy?” the crack in your voice was soft, but he still detected it, while clearing his throat shrugging.

 “i couldn’t.”

 he couldn’t? really?

 “what happened thomas?” you grab his hand but he flinches back slightly, staring deeply into your eyes.

 “a lot, y/n. a lot fuckin’ happened and i don’t wanna talk about it.” shock by the harshness, you stood up and walked inside. ignoring the rest of the group and headed straight to the small room in the back, since the boys were back.

 flickering the smoke out, and gulping the rest of the liquor in your glass. shoving yourself under the covers to block out the emotions ready to spill from you. knowing sleep is the best option instead.

 and when you got like this, everyone knew to leave you be.

-

 the next day you were up and out of the house before the others. deciding to stop by the garrison for an early drink, you had work later and you knew tim was gonna try to see you at some point.

 and for some strange reason that’s the last thing you wanted, except your head was spinning last night. thomas never escaped your thoughts, constant reminder of what you tried to keep away.

 “hey, harry.” the man smiled at the sound of your voice. coming closer to the bar, sliding your coat off. “hi darlin’, not workin’ today?”

 shaking your head you sit down, “no i do, just need a drink is all.” he stayed quiet and poured out a glass. he knew the boys were back and how close you were to the shelby’s.

 hell you were practically a shelby.

 sliding over the glass, you quickly empty the contents. “one more please.”

 as you hand back over the glass, the doors swing open. not really shocked since the whole towns been buzzing since everyone has gotten back. except it made you curious when harry shifted slightly, making you glance back seeing thomas.

 rolling your eyes instead slipping the glass back in your hand, taking a sip this time. his presence now beside you made the heat rise within you, the familiar scent of his smokes and smell filled your nostrils.

  “we should talk.” not expecting that you down the rest of your drink, glancing at the clock with a sigh of internal relief.

 grabbing your coat and throwing down a few coins, you turn towards thomas. “later thomas, i’ve got work.”

 as you go to walk off his hand grasps your bicep, stopping you in your tracks. “well, i’ll walk ya’ to work then.”

 you shake your head, stubborn as ever still. you motion him forward allowing him to open the door, stepping out on the street. “i heard about ya’ dad, im sorry about that.”

 the fact he brought it up almost made you cry, but you just shrug not bothering to answer. continuing down the road not too far from the shop, thomas speaks again.

 “things are about to start changin’ around here, y/n.” the words made your eyes turn to his. “what do ya’ mean about to change?”

 he sighs pulling out a smoke, bringing it to his lips. “we’re back, so that means family business is goin’ to change.” biting your lip, you just nod. knowing thomas already has some plan cooked up in his mind.

 “well that wasn’t much of a talk, but i’ll see ya’ later tom.” giving him a soft nod entering through the front door. thomas watches as your hair bounces effortlessly walking inside, or how the smile on your face lifted the room of the place.

 polly filled him in on everything, and he wasn’t the same person. yet he knew for sure , y/n would be taken care of, personally by himself. hearing about her ‘boyfriend’ thomas was for sure gonna be keeping an eye on you, especially the type of back ground he has.

 --

   the day went by faster than expected, allowing you to be off before the sunsets. wrapping your coat around you, as well as grabbing the small bag you turn back to mrs.lancey.

 “goodnigh’, see ya’ tomorrow!” you wave her bye as you leave the building, the air now cooler than earlier. usually tim walked you home, so you glance around for the familiar face.

 “y/n!” eyes catching his you give a soft smile, he comes closer giving you a big smooch. the sudden kiss made you uncomfortable, quickly pulling away with a small smile.

 “uh-hi.” you laugh awkwardly as he smiles down at you. “how was work?” his arm slips around you as you both head towards your home.

 biting your lip, you shrug “same old stuff...” you didnt know why you felt so weird all of a sudden, even though you had no reason too. though the thoughts of tommy filled your imagination, it should be him walking you home. his arms around you.

 shaking your head, you move away from timothy. “oi, i forgot my family is home, i haven’t told anyone about um... us?” the words escape your lips as he looks down at you confused.

 “well, i don’t want you to be alone.” you pat his chest softly, “i appreciate it, really, but i’ll be fine.”

 with a small smile you turn away from him, deep guilt filling your chest. you quickly fumble inside the bag around you for a cigarette, quickly grabbing one along with a match.

 your shaky hands lit the smoke, inhaling it deeply. how could you still have feelings for him? after so long you thought they’d disappear, instead only resurfacing faster than normal.

  the house came into view leaving you with an uneasy feeling. getting closer you open the door, the kitchen light up. ada was at freddie’s, already knowing it since she’s been dreaming of him for the last few years.

 you threw your coat over the hook, heading towards the kitchen. thomas and pol sat at the table, glasses in hand. “ello’ love, how was work.”

 you sit between them, stealing thomas’s empty glass pouring yourself out one. “fine.” her eyes rake over you, noticing the stress evident. you swallow the liquor allowing the burning feel rake down your throat. you inhale the smoke once more before tossing it out.

 glancing between the two, you decide not to question it. “since the boys are home and the family business is back up, does that mean i need to go ahead and quit me job?”

 the question more so directed towards thomas, but polly spoke up. “not if ya’ don’t want too, ya’ aren’t forced into this.”

 that comment made you giggle, leaning to grab the bottle again. “please pol, imma’ shelby with or without the name.”

 taking the full glass, sipping half of it down. “well it’s settled, you’ll quit tomorrow. there’s a family meetin’ tomorrow, presence is a order.” with that he was gone, making your eyes flicker over to pol.

 “what is it?”

 you hated how easily she read you, like a mother with a child. a sigh escapes your lips as you bring up your knees, “i gotta break up with tim.”

 she smirks making you roll your eyes, “stop with that.”

 you bring the glass up to your lips finishing it as pol lights up her own smoke, “ya’ a smart gal, don’t know why ya’ stressing.”

 pushing yourself up, you look down at her. “my mind doesn’t shut off, pol.”

with that you head upstairs, you had a few stuff still in thomas room. which was the bed you slept in while they were gone, so you open the door without thinking.

 “oh, im sorry.” thomas was shirtless and you quickly turn away. “i’m not naked, y/n. ya’ can look.” he announces making your cheeks heat up.

 “shutup.” you mutter softly, looking around for your stuff instead of the toned body in front of you. eyes catching the hairbrush, book, matches, and pencils on the side table.

 “there it is.” you walk forwards grabbing the stuff. “so ya’ slept in here, while we were away?” his voice distracts you, the pencils slipping from your grasp spreading across the floor.

 “yea, your bed was comfy.” dropping to your knees gathering the pencils up. glancing up at thomas who was already staring down at you.

 “ya’ got a boyfriend.” that wasn’t a question, so you push yourself up. looking in his eyes still you give him a confused glance. “yea’, why does it matter?”

 “i though’ ya’ was smart, y/n.” he shakes his head making you more confused. “the hell ya’ talking about tom?”

 dropping the pencils back on the desk, you turn back towards him. “timothy ravikolsik is his real name, a certain person who is in on the people who are against us!”

 the anger in his voice made you jump back, bumping into the desk pencils dropping at your feet again. rolling your eyes at the scene you just glare up at him, “are we really goin’ to try to take this that far?”

his eyes match yours, tone shifting “why would i make this up? you’re the one sleeping with him.”

you try to fight back but it makes more sense, always trying to come over, always asking weird questions. overly nice. everything was weird.

 tears fill your eyes but your harshly blink them away, “oh fuck ya’ tommy! always gotta blame me for some shit.” you brush past him, heading towards the back room not even bothered about your stuff.

 tears brim your eyes and you collapse against the bed. you wanted to break up because you still had feelings, but now everything thing was worst. thomas and you aren’t the same and timothy was a lying bastard.

-

 the next morning waking up it felt as everything changed, something shifted and the energy felt different... yet not bad. deciding today since the boys were back and less stress on you, things were gonna go in a different routine.

 you stand in front of the small mirror, staring long and deep at your reflection. ignoring the thoughts, you pull out one of your favorite dresses. which has only been worn twice, you slip it on.

 it was a soft floral pattern, the nicest dress you owned. turning back you slip on your shoes before glancing back in the mirror, a small smile evident. slipping out the door and down the stairs, noise could be heard.

 turning into the kitchen, john and arthur stood place near the sink as thomas, pol, and ada sat at the table. eyes flicker in your direction, john with wide eyes, arthur who looks a little out of place, and thomas who was unreadable.

 “mornin’, what is ya’ lots discussing?” easing in you snatch a small biscuit from the table. ada and you make eye contact which makes you wiggle your eyebrows towards her, her rolling her eyes in response.

 “family meetin’ is at the shop, later after noon.” arthur spoke up towards you, softly smiling at him. “alrigh’, well i’ve got a busy day. see ya’ later.”

 with that you snatch your coat and head out the door. you decide to stop by work first, to let them know you’ll be back at home again. praying you don’t run into tim, today you couldn’t face that topic.

 after leaving the shop, you head over to the garrison before the family meeting. without even looking up at the bar as you walk in, “harry!” you call out but get shocked.

 a pretty blonde stood behind the bar, “harry just stepped out back, can i get ya’ anything?” the irish accent was easily detected.

 “a bottle of dark rum. and a glass for right now.” sitting down at the bar, you shuffle through your bag for your smokes. smiling once finding them, you place one between your teeth lighting it.

 the bottle and glass was placed before you, “that’ll be a shilling.” narrowing your eyes up at her, you lean forward.

 “what’s ya’ name?”

 “grace.”

 you open the bottle, pouring yourself out a glass. “well grace, since ya’ new i’ll let it slide. but i don’t pay for my drinks... ever.”

 with that being said you lean back and swallow down the liquor, “y/n!”

 your eyes land on harry, face lighting up. “i see ya’ got a newbie.” you call out still staring the girl in the face. “ah, yes y/n this is grace. grace anything she wants is on the house!”

 her eyes widen slightly and just nods softly. “well i got family business to attend too, but grace?”

 her head turns towards you, “if ya’ not a whore, this is the wrong place love.” and with that you slip the bottle and glass into your hands and turn to leave. something with her didn’t sit right with you...

  -

 after the meeting you decide to just go home, the information was exhausting and the shared bottle was not enough. you enter thomas room, dropping to your knees pulling out the few bottles you hid under the bed.

 managing to successfully avoid timothy today was nice though, not able to deal with that stress. you head back to the kitchen pulling out a glass, sitting down at the kitchen.

 lighting a smoke as you pour out a glass, a knock rang through. sighing figuring one of the boys forgot the key, you grab the drink and walk towards the door.

 “ya’ better st- timothy?” that was the last thing you were expecting. he stood in front of you, a undecided look on his face.

 “wh-what are ya’ doing here?” now stepping out and closing the door, you look around to make sure no one was walking to the house.

 “what am i doin’? ya’ been gone all day i was worried.” his voice raised making you look at him with a glare.

 “oh, i bet ya’ were!”

 his eyes furrow, “tim ya’ need to leave.” you sigh pleading that he goes. instead he just rolls his eyes.

 “what’s goin’ on?”

 you finally look in his eyes, “i-i can’t do this anymore... i-it’s over.” wishing you could scream at him but you knew it was better not to bring up the new found information.

you go to grab the door handle but his hand grasps your arm, “ya’ can’t do that now, i’ve given ya’ everything!” the glass slips and breaks beneath your feet.

 he was so harsh, never seeing him like this before. “let go, tim. ya’ hurtin’ me!” his grip grows stronger making you thrash, slapping him across the face. he stumbles back as you let out a deep breathe. stepping back but stepping on some glass.

 “ya’ better leave, now!” you fall back onto the floor with a small whimper, the man now hovering over you as you rip the glass from your foot. not even trying to bother about him.

 “when a women says leave, ya’ should leave.” thomas voice appeared from behind tim, making you jump. your eyes landing on his slightly scared but keeping a brave face.

 tim looks back at him before turning back to you. a laugh erupts from him, “oh, i see i see. ya’ a whore, this the man ya’ been fuckin’? when ya’ told me ya’ was a virgin!”

 you now were back to your feet, catering to your good leg. your hands hold onto the wall as his eyes flash with anger, before his hand makes contact with your cheek.

 body flying sideways into the wall. in a blur thomas was on top of him, hat slashing his face.  you hold your face, a little dizzy from the contact but you push yourself up. ignoring the pain you look up at the scene before you.

  “tommy!” you scream out trying to move forward but john and arthur show up just in time.  they pull him off, thomas yelling out orders as you stand by the front door scared shitless. his eyes land back on you and his demeanor shifts. he walks forward hands grabbing your face softly, “are ya’ okay?”

 his eyes look down seeing you bloody, without a thought he scoops you up moving inside the house. he sets you on the couch, pushing yourself up with your elbows.

 “tom, just get me a rag and alcohol. i can do it.” ignoring him he looks over your foot, before grabbing the nearby alcohol, pouring it on the small cuts. you hiss out as he places the rag against it, grabbing the alcohol and taking a big gulp as thomas finishes up.

 “thank ya.” his eyes meet yours, his expressions always unreadable. he just nods, “do ya’ want me to help ya’ to your room?”

 shaking your head you sit up, “no, i will be fine.” as you stand it felt like you stood up to fast, head spinning you almost fall but thomas catches you.

 “not fine.”  he mutters but you just push him away and sit back down, his eyes flickering over the very deep red mark thats covering your cheek. he felt more anger rise to him, wishing he told the boys to allow him to have the final blow.

 he pushes that thought away as you sat before him, “i wasn’t lying y/n, it’s not as safe anymore.” your eyes flicker up towards him.

 “it’s never been.” your cheek dully ached and you were exhausted. not expecting to deal with such chaos, you lean back more into the cushion.

 “you’re still a virgin... sorry for-” you wave him off not even worried about halving this type of talk. of course he knew because you’d question him about certain things. i mean he was your first kiss.

 “tommy, im not having this conversation tonight. im goin’ to bed.” you get up slower this time, happy to not be dizzy. limping forward you glance back at the man.

 “thank ya’, though.” with that you walk off not waiting for his response, everything has changed. your heart felt heavy along with your eyes and all you wanted to do was sleep.

-

 the next day you woke up late, everyone already gone beside polly and finn. you were dressed fine, just trying to be careful with your foot. as you reach downstairs pol comes out of the blue.

 “oh dear, your cheek.” her eyes soften and she places a hand on your cheek. you smile softly shrugging her off.

 “im fine. not like i haven’t taken a hit before.” moving over you kiss finn on top of the head. “mornin’ love.”

 “mornin’ y/n/n.”

 you look back at pol, “did he kill em’?” the question was subtle and she just nods. you just nod back before heading to the door, swooping your bag off the hook.

 “ill be back later.” as polly goes to stop you, you slam the door taking off with a slight limp. it’s boring to have quit my job, but you knew you would be needed at the shop. instead you go back to the garrison, already feeling the need to drink.

 the door swings open eyes flickering over a few men, ignoring them you focus in on grace and thomas conversating. “a glass of whiskey please.” interrupting the two, thomas eye’s flicker towards you.

 “ya’ supposed to be home.” you scoff at that and wait for the glass. she places it in front of you glancing over at tom before walking away.

 “care to explain the extent of how dangerous this is really gonna get?” thomas was lying about something, and you wanted the truth.

 grabbing your arm, he leads you into the private room. “fuck y/n.” your eyebrows furrow, “what? im part of this, i’ve got the right to know.”

 he stills, “a shipment i had coming got switched... we got a truckload of guns.” your eyes widen not expecting that. “shit thomas.”

 “they’re safe. arthur has been keepin’ a eye out on them.” you swallow the entire drink in one sip, allowing the information to process.

 “who all knows.” you stare down at him hard, he swallows thickly.

 “just the ones who need to know, look i’ve gotten this taken care of. i need ya’ help with the bets, dont worry about this.” he tries to convey to you as you set the empty glass on the table.

 “i’ll take care of the fuckin’ bets, tom. just don’t give in too easily.” you bring up the girl on the other side, but he stands confused.

 “what do you mean?” you roll your eyes at him, standing up. “love, ya’ idiot.” you walk out deciding to help out the shop instead of thinking how grace looked at him.

 everything was getting to you.

-

 it was now late and it was just you in the shop, thomas was in his office. honestly forgetting he showed back up you finish the last paper of arthurs mistakes. he cant do math for the life of him.

 the sound of thomas office door shutting made you jump, “jesus.” you let out a small shaky laugh at the sight of him. “nearly gave me a heart attack!”

 for a small second you saw the old smile come back, but his face was blank again. “what ya’ still doin’ here so late?”

 setting the paper aside, you get up grabbing your stuff together. “arthur’s math is worst than i thought, spent a few hours to fix some stuff.” shrugging your coat on you grab your bag.

 “yea, he was never the best at it.” his remark made you laugh as you go to walk forward, foot catching on the leg of the chair. stumbling forward straight into thomas, who luckily was stable to keep you both upright.

 “sorry.” you push against his chest, looking up into the deep blue eyes. his gaze made your cheeks heat up, “always savin’ ya.”

 the comment alone made you feel something, so you push away from him. clearing your throat as you fiddle with the button on your sleeve. “i’ve saved ya’ too, mister. don’t forget.”

 he continues his gaze, “how could i, if you always reminding me?” his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, that movement was something to push the words out.

 “tommy?” your eyes now drift between his lips and eyes. he hums softly as you to grew closer in space. “kiss me.”

 without a hesitation, his lips land on yours. they were soft but the kiss was more, his hands around your cheeks, before moving to your waist pulling you closer to him. your hands were on his shoulders before sliding around his neck.

 he backs you onto the desk, legs spread so he could stand between. “tommy.” you moan out as his kisses down your neck. his hands gripping your waist even tighter, “i fuckin’ missed ya.”

 the confession mumbled against your skin, made your heart jump. afraid he could hear it you pull him up to your lips, a soft kiss planted on his lips before you pull away.

 “i want you, tommy.” you gulp as you stare into his eyes, they were darker than before. “now?”

 “now.”

 your arms went back around his neck as he swoops everything off the desk, laughter fills the air. “tom, the mess!”

 “fuck it.” his lips trail down, his arms start to remove your shirt. the object landing on the floor, as he kisses your breast. you gasp at the feeling of his tongue swirling your nipple, it made your stomach warm.

 your hands now in his hair as he kisses your hem, instead of pulling the skirt down. he drops to his knees, pushing the skirt up and pulling your panties down.

 getting nervous you lift up on your elbows, “tom- oh god.” he licks your center, the feeling has your head falling back. still sitting up allows him to get a good look at your face as he continues.

 a finger slips in after a few minutes, your legs start to quiver as they were places over his shoulders now. his pace was fast yet steady, the sound of your moans and the wetness fill the rooms. thomas slips in another making your hands shoot in his hair, “fu-fuck.”

 you try pushing him away, but his hand grabs your wrist. holding them tight as his other hand continues the motions. you come undone the wetness running down thomas chin.

 “holy...” you let out a heavy breathe, as thomas stands up tucking your panties in his pocket. “w-what are ya’ doin’?”

 his hands pull your skirt down, before pulling you up. his lips land on yours again deep and messy. “ya’ thought id fuck ya’ here? for your first time.”

 the question made you shrug, feeling at complete bliss right now. “no i want your face buried in the sheets.” that statement had you standing on your wobbly legs, his arm around your waist slips down to your ass. gripping it firmly before placing another kiss to your lips.

 “wait, wait.” you giggle leaning back but getting a little more serious, breathe evening out. “i dont want this to-uh fuck up anything between us.” 

 waiting for a response, maybe him getting scared. you reach down to grab your shirt, sliding your arms through. instead of allowing you to fully button the shirt, he pulls you close heading towards the door.

 “nothin’ to fuck up, love. its gettin’ late.” he opens the door for you, locking it back.he car was right outside and he opened the side door open for you to get in.

sliding to the other side he hops in and starts the car, the night was much colder and your hands were freezing. his hands grab yours before blowing on them, rubbing them to warm up.

you sink more comfortably beside him, him placing a soft kiss on your head as he takes you two home.

 “oh god, remember when it was my 17th birthday?” you randomly bring up out the blue, a soft chuckle immediately escapes him.

 “ya’ fell straight into the pond for that picture.” you laugh beside him before gasping, “i gave ya’ that picture! ya probably lost it by now.” sighing in defeat but he interjects.

 “no, i still have it...” you look up at him in shock, “after all this time?”

 “you’re always on my mind, y/n.” the confessions that keep coming out are just making this like a fairy tale. “i w-waited for ya’ to write me, why didn’t ya?“

 he sighs jaw clenching slightly making you lean out of his embrace, “the war um, i did things y/n. thing’s i dont exactly wanna talk about and i couldn’t bear promisin’ ya’ i’ll be home, if i wouldn’t.”

 you sit quiet at that, allowing the information to process. “i guess i’ll forgive ya’.” he parks in front of the house before looking over at me an unreadable expression.

 opening the door, he steps out allowing you to slide out. “y/n.“ his voice halts your movements, the ache in your foot was noticeable now. you give him a confused glance.

 “stay with me tonight?” he walks forward and you nod,

 “of course.” it came out as a whisper as he looks down at you, feeling nervous again. his hand swoops up cupping your cheek, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

 he leans down slowly, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips. “i told ya’, you’ll always be my girl.”

 “my girl.” pinkies slid into each other as you promised each other, you were 15 and he was 17. the silly promise you made that you’ll be eachothers. now it still held to be true.

    -

now i didn’t write the full smut before bc  i couldn’t tell if i should’veeeee so lmk

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Don't Call Me Stupid Part 2

Here is Part 2 of the "Don't Call Me Stupid" story. This fic wasn't originally going to have a second part, I literally wrote Part 1 in fifteen minutes. But everyone seemed really interested in one so here you go! Please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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Steve must’ve stayed in that position all night, curled up in his bed tangled with heartbreak and hurt. He woke up with a sore throat, dry eyes, and an emotional pain deep in his chest. He thought that Eddie was different from everyone else. Steve thought Eddie understood that he was smart in a different way. Less in book smarts and collecting clues, more in strategizing and connecting with people. For him to call him stupid just like all of the other people Steve had ever been disappointed by hurt him more than he had ever anticipated it could. 

Steve needed a break from Eddie, the Party, and Hawkins. He needed time to himself to enjoy being a kid without any judgment or childish name-calling that always hit a little too close to home for him. Maybe it would be a good idea to get out of town for a while. It had been a long time since he’d visited his aunt and uncle in Illinois anyway, he was sure they would let him stay for some time as a vacation of sorts. All he knew was that he couldn’t face Eddie right now and he couldn’t talk about his feelings without sounding like a blubbering idiot. 

With his door still locked, he pulled himself off the bed and started packing a travel bag. He didn’t expect to be gone for too long but he definitely needed a few changes of clothes and his hair care products. His mind may be swimming in hurt but there was no way he was going to take it out on his precious hair. He looked around his room one more time before nodding to himself and unlocking his bedroom door. He was good to go. 

When he opened his door though, there was an obstacle he hadn’t anticipated. Laying on the hardwood floor of the hallway was Eddie Munson. He too had tear tracks glistening on his cheeks and his hair was sticking up in all directions like he’d been running his hands through it all night. Steve just shook his head at the sight. Eddie had no reason to be crying, he was the one who called him stupid not the other way around. 

He tried to step over him as quietly as possible so as not to wake him up. All was fine until Eddie shifted in his sleep. Steve’s shoe got caught on the sleeve of Eddie’s jacket and he tripped which woke Eddie up immediately. He grabbed onto Steve’s legs like a fussy octopus and held on for dear life. 

“Steve, don’t go! Please, talk to me!” He pleaded with him desperately. 

“No, let go of me. I’m really not in the mood Eddie. I’m so stupid I probably won’t understand what you have to say anyways, right?”

“Steve, please. I’m sorry I called you stupid. It was a mistake, I don’t actually think you’re stupid. You’re the smartest person I know!” He said looking up at Steve with wide, pleading eyes. 

Steve whirled around to face him, an angered glare resting on his face. “Are you serious? You’re mocking me right now when you’re trying to apologize?!”

“No! I’m not kidding, Steve! Your mind is amazing. You’re always seeing details that the rest of us miss and you’re always the first to figure out my campaigns even though you refuse to play with us. I’m always in awe of how your mind works, I really did not mean to call you stupid or to hurt you.” His words sounded genuine but they did little to chip at the festering wound Steve had been developing for years. 

“Well you did. I’m so sick of everyone calling me stupid or dumb or saying I’m an idiot. I just want people to… be nice to me. The kids always make fun of me and I thought you wouldn’t but then you called me stupid yesterday when you knew it was a sore spot. It’s like you didn’t even care that you were hurting me,” Steve ranted. 

“Steve, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to what I was saying and that’s absolutely 100% my fault. You’re not stupid babe and I shouldn’t have said that you were,” Eddie apologized again. He unwrapped his arms from around Steve’s legs and stood so they were eye level with one another. 

“Thank you for your apology but I don’t forgive you. You really hurt me last night and I’m done putting up with it. We’ll fix it later but I need some time to think about it on my own.” 

Eddie stilled and his eyes filled with tears. “Are you, are you breaking up with me?”

“No, I just need some time alone because what you said really hurt and I need time to deal with that. I’m leaving town but I’ll be back later and we can talk about it then.”

Eddie nodded and pulled him in for a tight hug, a hug which Steve returned. “I am so sorry. Take as much time as you need, Big Boy. I’ll be waiting and when you come back, I’ll fix this.” 

With that, Steve pulled away and made his way downstairs without a backwards glance. He could hear Eddie stifling his sobs and if he saw the tears dripping down his face, he knew he wouldn’t be able to leave. Steve grabbed his car keys and locked up his house before he disappeared like he had never been there at all. 

As he passed the town limits, he thought about his friends. He didn’t have much in the way of family, his parents never really liked him and his aunts and uncles had other nephews and nieces that would always be placed above him. Steve liked to think that the Party was his family. That Hopper was the caring dad he never had, Joyce was the standoffish step-mom who liked him just fine but had no idea how to parent him, and the kids were all his siblings. He didn’t have many positive influences in the way of family but he was almost certain that good family members didn’t put you down unnecessarily. He understood sibling rivalries and getting on your nerves but that’s not what this was. 

They knew he didn’t like being called stupid or having his intelligence (what little of it there was) questioned. He’d told them before, he tried to communicate his feelings like Robin told him to, but it hadn’t worked. Would family members continuously put him down like they did? It might be because Steve’s emotions were so raw but right then it felt like if the Party was a family then Steve was just an outsider doing anything to be a part of it but always falling too short. 

He’d go back home eventually, in a week or maybe two. Once he could compartmentalize the hurt and heartbreak, he would go back to Hawkins and talk to the Party about why words hurt. Why the comments about being dumb and stupid and retarded chipped at his heart little by little. But for now, he was going to do something selfish for once and have a short vacation away from it all.

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From the Shadows the Beast Will Rise Chapter 5

Pairing: Azriel/Eris| Word Count: 2709| Chapter Rating: T| Warnings: None

Previous Chapter| Masterpost| Read it here on A03

Fic Summary: Months after that one encounter, Eris receives demand for a response to his summons to visit the Night Court. He ends up with warning for the future and a certain shadowsinger back under his skin.

Chapter Summary: The aftermath

A/N: I am a slow writer. I apologize this took so long

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Azriel didn’t even bother to clean off the Truth Teller. Shadows protested as he used them to get back to Velaris. He ignored them. He ended up in the sitting room where everyone was waiting. 

“Beron is dead.” Az tried to ignore Nyx excitedly reaching for him and calling his name from the floor where he was playing. “The former lady said we should have a drink for her in celebration. Official confirmation will come in the morning.”

“Eris is High Lord?” Rhys asked. Azriel nodded. “And you helped?” 

“I let the former Lady of Autumn borrow my weapon. She and Eris did the rest.” 

“Good for her,” Nesta replied from beside Cassian. 

Nyx, realizing Azriel wasn’t responding, began to pout before whimpering and crying. 

“Az! Up!” Nyx started crawling to him, refusing to be ignored. 

“My hands are dirty, bud,” he said softly, stepping back.  “I’ll go wash them.” 

Feyre quickly scooped up her son and bounced him in her arms. Two shadows went to him and his cries turned to giggles. 

“She deserved to be the one to end him,” she said, going back to her seat. “After everything he’s done to her.”

Rhys hummed beside her. “I think the story will be different, officially. I doubt Eris will allow his mother to claim that kill.”

“This changes things with Koschei,” Cassian muttered. “Beron was his sole ally in Prythian. He might be after Vassa sooner than we expect.”

Azriel understood what Cassian was saying. But the adrenaline of the short lived battle was leaving him. The realization of what happened between him and Eris- his stomach was churning. 

“I’ll go wash my hands,” he muttered and left the room quickly. 

Azriel went into the kitchen. He cleaned his knife first. The water was grounding and as he washed the blood. His hands were next. Even with no blood on them, he still felt dirty. Shadows hissed at him to stop scrubbing. 

“Why aren’t you in Autumn?” 

Az started, turning to see Elain looking up at him. 

“My allegiance is to the Night Court.” Azriel replied immediately. 

She stepped closer. Once upon a time he would have welcomed her presence; longed for this closeness. Now it was just a reminder that the cauldron had other plans. He felt nothing. 

“You can’t hide from him forever,” she whispered. “I know from experience.” 

He turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry his hands. 

“What did you see Elain?” 

She shook her head. “What happens now is your choice.”

She walked away and left him more confused than before. He picked up his knife and dried it. Cassian and Nesta both stopped by the kitchen where he kept wiping the knife to avoid moving. They bid him good night, saying they would see him in the morning. He didn’t stop them.

Talk to the High Lord. His shadows whispered. 

Azriel’s feet led him back to the sitting area. He found Rhys and Feyre alone, Nyx possibly taken to bed by his Aunt Elain. 

“Rhys, can I speak with you? Alone.” Az didn’t want to face this truth with Feyre just yet. 

Rhys and Feyre stared at each other, no doubt communicating through their minds. Az couldn’t look Feyre in the eyes after she nodded. Rhys beckoned him to follow and they walked to his office. When the door shut, Az realized he couldn’t look Rhys in the eyes either. It was obvious Rhys was waiting for Azriel to talk first. 

“I found my mate.” He whispered. 

There was a slight gasp. “I told you,” Rhys said with a joyous tone. “I knew you had one. Do we know her? Is she here or in another court?” 

Azriel was sure this is what drowning in air felt like. He glanced up and saw the joyous expression on his brother falter. Rhys stepped forward, his expression changing to concern. 

“What’s wrong? Is she with someone else? She’s safe, right?” 

“The cauldron is wrong.” Az replied, his voice cracking and tears spilling from his eyes. “The cauldron has to be wrong.” He tuned out his shadows protesting his statement. 

“Why would you say that?” Rhys’s hands were outstretched but he didn’t touch him. Not until Azriel told him he could. “You’ve waited over five hundred years for a mate, Az. How can-“

“My mate is Eris.” 

As if he had struck a physical blow, Rhys’s hands dropped to his side. 

“It’s a trick,” Rhys said confidently. “It would have snapped before now. Show me what happened in Autumn. We can look through your memories and find out where you were spelled.” 

Azriel shook his head. “My shadows confirmed it before I even felt it.” He sniffled, trying to compose himself. “I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. I can’t lose this. I don’t know how it works when it’s two males but I will reject it. I can’t-“

“Look at me.” He forced himself to look into Rhys’s violet eyes. “You will never lose me. You’ll never lose us or Velaris.” 

“My mate is Eris, Rhys.” 

Rhys shrugged, picking at his shirt nervously. “We can work that to our advantage. Especially now that he is High Lord.” 

Anger washed over Azriel. “What do you mean? I’m mated to a monster! And you want to jump to advantages?” 

“I’m trying to make light of the situation, Azriel. What I mean is, you don’t have to reject the bond. Not unless you really wish to.” Rhys stepped back and leaned against his desk. “He’s not a monster, Az. Not really. I wouldn’t have made an alliance with him if he was. We would not have helped him if he was. And neither are you. I know that’s what you’re thinking even without looking into your mind. Like calls to like but not in the ways you assume.” 

“Then what am I supposed to do, Rhys? How can I tell Cassian? Tell Mor? I’m mated to the male who left her to die. Who calls Cassian all kinds of foul names. He even tried to steal Nesta.” 

Rhys studied him for a moment. “What does he think about the bond, Eris? Does he know?” 

“It snapped for both of us. He-“ Azriel thought about the confrontation he had before he left Autumn. “He said he doesn’t need or want a mate.” 

Rhys eyed him. “What did the bond tell you?” 

“That he was just as confused as me.” 

Az didn’t mention the deep longing he felt. Mostly because he wasn’t sure if that was truely from Eris or himself. He tilted his head as he thought about what to say next. 

“There were signs I guess. Signs I ignored. We might have been in a situation. Before.” 

Rhys raised a brow. He sighed, words falling from his lips out of guilt or need to confess. 

“I made a mistake. I might have- I have slept with him.” 

Rhys’s brows shot up further. 

“A few times.” 

“When in the deep hells did you fuck Eris Vanserra?” 

“First time was after a meeting. After, my shadows just took me to him.” Azriel replied meekly. “Did you know my shadows can have sex on their own? Found that out cause they went to him without telling me.”

“Your shadows fucked Eris by themselves? Without telling you? And yet you are shocked you are mates?” Rhys, to Azriel’s shock, was laughing. 

“This isn’t funny.” 

“It’s actually very funny. If someone told me my brother, my best friend, was fucking his enemy on the low, I wouldn’t have believed them. Cassian is going to lose his mind when you tell him.” 

“Rhys this is serious.” 

He ignored Azriel. “How far does this go back? Before or after the war with Hybern?” 

“After.” 

“Is that why you pushed to retrieve him from the continent?” 

“It was after that.” And yet, maybe deep down he knew even then. “That last meeting with Mor about a year ago. I followed him. My original plan was to kill him.” 

“And you fucked him instead.” Rhys nearly snorted. 

“Yeah. I did.” Az tried not to smile. But he could even admit there was some ridiculousness to it all.  

There was a lapse of silence and Rhys took a deep breath. “You know this compromises you as my spymaster. For Autumn at least.” 

“Why do you think I told you first?” 

“We need to bring Feyre in if we’re going to continue to discuss business. She is your High Lady. For now.”

“My allegiance is to the night court,” he repeated for the third time that night. 

“Not when your mate is a new high lord.”

Rhys called for Feyre through his mind. She came in and stood by Rhys. Az explained everything to Feyre in a much calmer tone, though her look of shock still made him feel guilty. For what, he wasn’t sure. Rhys interjected with the story of the shadows, all but demanding with a smirk that Azriel explain how his shadows went off on their own.  

Azriel pinched the bridge of his nose. “Rhys thinks this is funny.” 

“It is funny, Az.” Feyre giggled. She took a deep breath and looked at him sincerely. “By the gods I’ll not be able to keep a straight face the next time I see him.” 

Next time. Azriel wasn’t sure there would be a next time or what that would even look like. 

“Give him time,” Rhys said, as if reading his mind though his shields were up. “He has a court to get in order.”

“I still have to tell the others,” Azriel added with a grimace. 

“Only if you want to,” Feyre said sternly. 

He nodded. He wasn’t looking forward to what Mor and Cassian would have to say. He bid Feyre and Rhys good night and left the house, taking to the sky. He felt lighter, having told them. But there was still a weight in his chest, a sadness humming there. The worst part was he wasn’t sure if it was his own or Eris’s.  

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When Eris mended the wards after he took on the powers, he winnowed to his bathing chambers where he vomited up what little he had in his stomach. 

A mate. 

Azriel was his mate.

And Eris was High Lord now. 

The power humming under his skin made him want to claw it off. He got off the floor and rinsed off his face. Azriel was his mate. He didn’t even think males could be mated to other males. He didn’t dare look at his reflection in the mirror, afraid of what he would see. He turned his back to it and slumped against the counter. His mate was spymaster of the Night Court. 

This complicated everything. 

He mentally slapped himself. He didn’t have time to be pining. He was High Lord now. The next few days would cement his power and influence or ruin it beyond repair. He had a court to gather. He needed to find his brothers before they started up a rebellion against him. Things he’d been planning for over the centuries but now had to execute. He left the bathing room and prepared to leave his quarters when his door opened suddenly and his mother stepped inside. 

“Mother,” Eris started. He schooled his features like he always did. A lie fell from his lips easily. “Have you seen your sons? I haven’t found them yet.”

“Not yet. I wanted to speak with you.” Her hands wrung together in front of her “Your mate-“

“Do not call him that.” He nearly snarled. 

“Eris-“

“And don’t look at me like that either.”

He realized too late the tone he used, his mother looking away with a scowl. 

“You are high lord now, Eris. But I am your mother. Do not command me like that again.” 

Shame washed over him. “I’m sorry I’m- I’m still getting used to it.”

She nodded and sighed. “I came to tell you your mate returned to the Night Court.” 

“Good.” 

He moved around her, determined to leave his chambers. She followed behind him. 

“Good?”

“What do you want me to say?” He stopped at his door and looked at his mother. He watched her scan his face, no doubt to study the pain etched into it. “I am mates with a male. A lesser fae male! Father would-“

“Your father is dead. His opinions died with him.”

“You can say that but you don’t know what it’s like!” 

He raised his voice but he couldn’t help it. His mother didn’t understand. It wasn’t just his father but the whole court. The courtiers and noble families would never accept his rule if they knew. Just like his father would have executed him if he were alive still. 

“I don’t.” She reached out, placing her hand gently on his arm. “But there is a reason he came tonight. He saved my life. He helped you.”

He refused to admit it was out of obligation. Azriel was most likely sent by Rhysand due to their bargain. But saying that aloud hurt too much so he buried it and gave another reason instead. 

“And he will never betray his family. Not when they despise me.” His mother gave him a puzzled look. Eris replied softly. “You know they still blame me for Mor.”

His mother was taken aback. “That was centuries ago. You were a child.” 

“It doesn’t matter to them.” Eris shrugged, moving away from her grasp. “They see what they want to see. What they wanted to see was the male I was under father’s command.”

She scowled. “If they can believe Rhysand is a good male after the horrors he inflicted under the mountain, they can find it within them to believe you are one as well.” 

He scoffed at that but she wasn’t wrong. “I told Azriel the truth of what happened. I don’t think it matters. He would put his family first over an enemy he’s hated for centuries.” 

His mother gave him another look of pity. He couldn’t stand it but bit his tongue to keep from accidentally commanding her. 

“We have a court to address,” he brushed the front of his shirt to give his hands something to do. He needed to change, looking down at himself and seeing soot and burnt cloth. “And I need to find my brothers before they start a rebellion.” 

A glance at his mother, he could tell that accusation hurt her. But his brothers were Beron’s sons through and through.

“Promise me you’ll be fair to them,” she grabbed his arm again. “Please.”

“I will not kill my brothers without just cause if that is what you are implying.” She looked away, shame etched in her features. “They have a chance to prove themselves.” 

There was a beat of silence between them. 

“The body is still in the courtyard.” His mother whispered it, like if she spoke too loudly it wouldn’t be true. “I couldn’t.” She stopped and took a shaky breath. 

“Go find the Captain. He’s one of mine. He will handle it.” 

He ushered her out of his chambers. As much as he wanted to be there for her and remain while she processed this, he had work to do. Maybe she would forgive him in time. She nodded, still not looking at him. He didn't want to say it but he couldn’t let her be fully hopeless. 

“There’s a letter in our cabin, from Helion.” She looked up quickly, hope in her sad eyes that made Eris nauseous again. But he pushed forward. “It’s  unopened. The wards still respond to you. Go find the captain then I suggest you get the letter. It’s in the sitting room.” 

“What about the court?” 

“I will handle it.” 

She smiled at him, hope refreshed. He prayed that whatever Helion put in that letter, it would not disappoint her. One of them deserved some happiness and it wasn’t going to be Eris. She kissed his cheek and departed from him. He gave himself a few more moments alone. Mostly to shove down the hollowness in his chest. 

Eris Vanserra was High Lord of the Autumn Court now and he was about to make it everyone’s problem. 

[aurumacadicus]

TW: Cancer (Never fear! His prognosis is great.)

--

“You sure you’re gonna be okay, boss?” Happy asked gently, arm tight around Tony’s shoulders.

“Yeah,” Tony answered, then covered his mouth to muffle a jaw-cracking yawn. “I’m just going to take a nap, and Rhodey’s going to bring me some soup later this evening when I’ll be able to keep it down.”

Happy looked unconvinced. “Well, alright. Do you need anything before I leave? Tea? A glass of water?”

“I doubt I’d be able to keep it down,” Tony admitted. “Don’t worry, Hap. I’m just going to go to bed. I’ll text you when Rhodey wakes me up, okay? Go enjoy your date with Aunt May.”

“I really wish you’d just call her May, like a normal person,” Happy sighed, allowing him to change the subject.

He started to lead him out of the elevator, but Tony batted him away before he could. “I can walk to my room alone, Happy. Aren’t you the one always complaining about finding me in states of undress, anyway?”

Happy rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness to it. “Take care, boss.”

“Enjoy your date,” Tony chirped, stepping into the penthouse with a wave.

He watched to make sure the doors closed, then finally stepped into the living room. He considered the couch, even though he knew that there were blankets heating on his towel warmer, and he’d be much more comfortable in bed. He picked up one of the throw pillows, giving it a half-hearted fluff. Then he buried his face in the fabric and screamed.

It didn’t make him feel better. It mostly just made him aware of how tired he was, like he’d somehow used up what little reserved strength he’d had and he’d wasted it. He threw pillow against the wall and it hit with a dull thud. Then he picked up the glass left on his table and threw it too, relieved, at least, when it smashed into pieces. He threw the remote as well, then grabbed his StarkPad off the couch and threw it, not even waiting to watch it smash before he grabbed the floor lamp and knocked it to the ground.

Tony looked down at the broken glass of the lampshade, panting. He felt even more exhausted than before, but he also felt a smidge better for having done it.

That was, until he heard a hesitant, “Tony?”

Tony turned sharply, eyes wide. Steve was standing in the door to his bedroom. He looked shocked. Tony felt dread for a moment, at the idea of having to explain, but it was quickly covered with a pulse of white-hot rage. “What are you doing here?!”

“Peter called and said his decathlon training went over, so he asked me to put a couple blankets on your towel warmer for you,” Steve answered faintly, eyes flicking between him and different parts of the mess he’d made. “Tony, what--Did something happen? Did you get some news-?”

“No, everything is fine,” Tony spat, glaring at him. “Or as fine as it can be when you have cancer.”

Steve stared at him in response, speechless, and Tony couldn’t help but think, ‘Good.’ He was tired of everyone telling him empty platitudes, that he looked great for what he was going through, that he was so strong, so brave. He had cancer. He looked like shit even on the days he didn’t have chemo, waxen and thin. He’d lost his fucking eyelashes from the chemo--no one had ever said that was something he could even lose! He couldn’t stand another blatant lie to his face. At least this way, unable to say anything, Steve wouldn’t be lying.

“...Tony,” Steve finally said, voice soft. “I’m coming closer.”

“Okay?” Tony answered angrily. It wasn’t like Steve needed permission. Tony was between him and the elevator.

Except Steve wasn’t going toward the elevator, Tony realized too late. Steve was coming toward him, approaching with swift, solid steps. Tony backed up in an effort to avoid him, but Steve just sped up, hands coming up, reaching out to wrap around him.

“No,” Tony began, angry, helpless.

“Come here,” Steve said, unyielding, and then carefully pulled him up against his chest.

Tony let out a howl of rage, lifting his fists to beat on Steve’s shoulders, his chest. But he’d already used what remaining strength he’d had after chemo--he probably wouldn’t have even made it back to his bed at this rate. He tried to push at Steve for as long as he could, but eventually the futility of it overwhelmed him. Even if Steve wasn’t a super soldier, Tony would have no hope of getting out of his hold; he was too weak after his appointment and trashing his living room. He could have been wrapped in a wet tissue and been unable to get out of it.

Then the rage and bitterness melted in lieu of shame, and he tried to swallow back the sob that bubbled up in his throat, choking him, eyes filling with hot tears that quickly overflowed and rolled down his cheeks. “Steve.”

“Talk to me, Tony,” Steve murmured, easing his head to rest against his chest. “Tell me what’s going on.”

Tony had no intention of telling him anything. It was just... he was so tired. He felt tired down to his bones, even worse than he had after that surgery in the cave. “I’m scared,” he whispered, ashamed again.

“Yeah?” Steve asked, no judgment coloring his tone. “That makes sense. Cancer is scary.”

Tony sucked in a wet breath, shoulders sagging in relief that Steve didn’t tell him there was no reason he should be. “Everyone keeps telling me that I’m so brave and strong but I’m not. I’m not. I’m scared and tired all the time but I have to pretend that everything is okay.”

“You don’t have to,” Steve said quietly. “You can lean on us, Tony. We care about you.”

“But I can’t,” Tony sobbed. “I don’t want anyone to treat me differently and they already are. You already are. I can’t even work anymore I’m so exhausted all the time, and not even building, I can’t focus on fucking paperwork because I’m so tired and all the words blur together.”

“Tony,” Steve whispered, holding him just a little tighter, and Tony began crying in earnest at the knowledge that Steve wasn’t holding him tight enough to hurt, but he was going to have a line of purple bruising along his back anyway.

“I’m cold all the time because of the medicine and nothing tastes good anymore and my body hurts all the fucking time. I’ve got these sores in my mouth and--and I’ve had this headache for what feels like years. And I’m scared and tired and--and I’m Iron Man, I’m not supposed to die like this, I--”

“I know,” Steve soothed, and he was so careful as he pulled Tony up off his feet, curling one arm under his thighs as he turned to head to the bedroom. “I know. It’s okay to be scared, Tony, and angry. I’m sorry you’re tired, and I wish there was something more I could do to help.”

Tony let out a faint huff. There was nothing anyone could do to help beyond what the doctors were doing. Now it was just a waiting game, to see if the chemo would push his cancer into remission.

He’d always sucked at waiting.

Steve carried him into the bathroom and took the blankets from the towel warmers, wrapping the soft throws around him delicately. Tony couldn’t help an overwhelmed hiccup. Peter had picked the blankets out for him after doing some research on how sensitive his skin could become. The chemo always left him feeling cold, and so Pepper had had the bright idea to tell Peter about the towel warmers. Peter had taken it upon himself to make sure they were always warming when Tony had an appointment, just so he could grab them on the way to bed and pass out in them.

But this was nice, he thought, having the blankets tucked gently around his exhausted body. It was almost enough to make him forget how he’d humiliated himself in front of Steve. He made a soft sound of complaint as Steve carefully scooped him up again, but it was mostly for show. Steve was a heater. He could easily absorb his warmth for as long as he was allowed.

Steve took him back out into the living room and sat down on the couch, carefully placing Tony in his lap so he could pull him to splay across his chest again. He eased Tony’s head onto his chest, and he shivered at the sound of Steve’s heart right up against his ear. He snuggled closer, greedy for the heat he gave off.

“It’s okay not to be strong and brave in front of me,” Steve offered, leaning in to press a kiss to the top of his head. “I’ll be strong and brave for you, okay?”

Tony buried his face in Steve’s chest in an attempt to hide his tears again. He’d surely be embarrassed about admitting that to Steve when he was more well-rested.

But in the meantime, maybe it was okay to take the offer. At least until Rhodey came with some soup, he decided.

[rosesvioletshardy]

cowboys need love too - r.a.

authors note: okay so i had this idea at work and decided to go with it or else i'll regret it

i legit cried while writing this so i hope you all like it this is my first time writing again since october

masterlist

rhett masterlist

warnings: mention of injuries, trauma, post partum depression, pregnancy, kids, angst (i guess) but mainly fluff, some suggestive stuff but just a little at the end

no use of y/n, but she / her pronouns are used

# of words: 2,088

*italics are flashbacks*

Silence.

That’s all Rhett heard when he woke up. There wasn’t a sound to be heard in his room. Something he still wasn’t used to since moving from Wabang to Cheyenne.

He was used to hearing the voice of his mother calling him and everyone else for breakfast in the morning, his father’s anger while talking on the phone or informing his wife about what was in the newspaper that he didn’t like. 

Looking around, he could see the sun peeking out from the curtains and the other side of his bed empty before getting out and seeing the two cribs empty as well.  If he would’ve told his 15 year old self that he would be married to the love of his life with twin daughters, he wouldn’t have believed him. Even now at almost 29 years old he still couldn’t believe it. After everything that happened with the Tillerson’s, all charges against were dropped and he decided he needed to renew his life while he still could. He remembers the day he told you he wanted to marry you and leave after finishing a ride. As much as he loved his family, he knew that it would be best for him to not be caught up in any mess in Wabang. 

----

“What did you just say?” you questioned, making sure you heard him say what he said

“Marry me.” he let out once more.

“I know this is all of a sudden and I don’t exactly have ring yet but-” he tried to finish before you interrupted him

“Yes” you responded while smiling before he let out a sigh of relief, pulling you in to kiss him

“And I don’t care if you don’t have a ring, I don’t need one to prove you’re mine forever” you told him as you pulled away to hug him, making sure you were careful of his shoulder after he injured it again. He laughed because he already knew he was going to get you the ring that you deserved.

“Wait, but what about your family? I don’t want them to think it’s because of me” you mentioned as he shook his head

“They knew for a while now, especially with everything, that I wanted to leave but never had a reason too until you came along. From the moment we met, I told my mom that I was going to marry you and that I was going to move out. Looking back at it now, I’m glad that 17 year old me was that delusional and that it came true” he laughed out, his hand caressing the side of your face and wiping away a tear that had fallen

“What happened to my strong cowboy who was scared to admit that he was in love with me after our first date?” you joked making him laugh

“Well, he got some sense knocked into him after getting thrown off a few bulls and hit upside the head by his older brother.” he smiled

“And don’t worry about Amy," he stated, already reading your mind

"I know she’s going to miss us that’s why I promised her that we’ll visit from time to time and that her favorite aunt will get to have a girl’s day with her” he added on knowing how much Amy loved you, even more than her uncle Rhett (which he won’t admit hurt him a little but he’s glad she has someone to look up to with her mother still missing)

“Well then, what are you waiting for cowboy? Let’s get hitched” you said, taking his hat on his head and placed it on top of yours making him groan

“You’re going to be the death of me woman, and if that’s the case, I hope I die a happy man” making you laugh as you pulled his (good) arm and heading back to his truck

----

Snapping out of his memories, he got out of bed, stretching and taking a moment to himself before heading downstairs to find you and your daughters. He was still in shock that he was a father. Just like marrying you, he didn’t think that it would happen. The three positive pregnancy tests in your hand as you left the bathroom smiling with tears in your eyes, making him smile uncontrollably as the two of you hugged each other. He never admitted to you that he was terrified about being a father, let alone to twins, but with reassurance and talks with a therapist, he was ready. You knew that he was scared, had trauma from growing up and realized, even though his father loved him, he didn’t want to end up like Royal and put his kids through the same thing. As soon as he moved out, he started to see a therapist as much as he could and he never regretted it. He wanted his daughters, and even his future kids, to know that he loves them and wants them to be open to him about anything.

The two of you had a great support system throughout the entire 9 months. Perry finding any of Amy’s old baby clothes and giving it to you, Royal making matching cribs for them, Cecilia offering any form of support from tips on morning sickness to being with you whenever Rhett had a rodeo and making sure you didn’t do anything that Rhett didn’t want you to do and helped you through a tough delivery.  

“Look who’s finally awake” he heard a voice he recognized as his wife’s, as he turned around to see you, still wearing his shirt, carrying your 6 month old twins.

“There are my 3 beautiful girls” he smiled as walked over to give each of the twins a kiss on the head, before kissing you on the lips a little longer before being interrupted by the oldest twin whining for his attention making you two laugh.

“Okay my fussy girl, here we go” he spoke, voice still laced with sleep and his usual western voice, taking her out of your left arm and blowing a raspberry on her open neck causing her to laugh and him smile. Other than your voice and the sounds you make, both of his daughter's laughter was one of his favorite things in the world.

“Both of them have been changed and fed and we were just letting you get some rest knowing that you’ve been doing so much recently” you told him as you both walked downstairs

“Darlin’ you didn’t have to. Remember, we’re a team and we do everything together” he said while taking your hand into his, a perfect fit he always thought

“Baby,” you started as you both set the girls down in their play pens as you went to turn the coffee on for him

“You just got back from a week long rodeo-”

“Last week I came back” he added as you gave him a look, letting you to continue

“I can tell your shoulder has been bothering you and that back hurts as well. Just because we’ve been together for years now, doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about everything. I know usually after a bad rodeo, your left shoulder tends to hurt a bit when you hold one of the girls and you’ll switch arms after a couple of minutes just like you did not too long ago.” you mentioned, knowing that you were right

“You deserve to rest. After they were born, you did so much for me. You went out of your way to make sure I still felt like the woman you fell in love with before they came along and were reassuring me about everything, even during the 9 months, from the moment we found out. You were always getting up in the middle of the night for my weird cravings and were still making sure I was eating right. You canceled anything you had to do just so you could come to the ultrasound appointments. Your mom told me that you would listen to their heartbeats from a voice memo before you went to sleep when your dad needed help with the pasture for the weekend to ease your anxiety knowing you were only 2 hours away and that I was safe. You keep different pictures of us everywhere; one in your vest when you ride, one in your sun visor in your truck, one in your hat, and a whole album in your phone dedicated to from the moment we found out to now. You were always lifting my bump to ease the pressure off of me and made sure I was on bed rest. ”

at this point, rhett could feel everything he was holding in about to let go, but letting you continue before he crashed

“When my postpartum depression was at its worst, you spoke with my doctor and made sure I was consistently loved and that everything wasn’t going to be perfect all the time” you said, your hand reaching up to wipe away a tear that escaped his eye

“You stayed home with them and reassured me everything was alright the first time I went back to work and gave me updates all the time about everything.” you smiled

“You make me calm when my anxiety gets bad every time we’re away from them, telling me that they’re safe and with people we trust the most.”

“Rhett James Abbott, you are the best father in the world and you need to know that it’s okay to want to be loved too. You need to be taken care of too. Not just me, not just the girls, but you too. I can see it in your eyes and the way you push off everything to make sure we’re rested and taken care of, but you need to realize that you need rest too.” you finished.

“Do you remember the first thing you told your mom after you met me?” you asked him and he nodded knowing that his mother told her months into their relationship

“You told her, “I met this girl and ‘m going to marry this girl. She’s way out of my league, but she makes me feel like I'm cloud nine and ’m going to marry her someday” and how Perry laughed at you for knowing he was in the same position before.” you said making him chuckle and nod

“That’s how I feel. How I still feel. I feel calm and safe. From the moment we wake up, to the moment we sleep. You’re my safe place, you make me feel so loved. You remember all the little details about me that I’m sure people would’ve forgotten after I’ve told them. You make feel like I falling in love with you all over again”

At this point Rhett couldn’t hold back his tears any longer and let them out. You let him cry into your neck, not even caring about the mess. He had never felt this much relief in his life, not even when he talked to his therapist. He knew he was never a bad person, even back in Wabang when he’d get arrested for bar fights or peeing on a cops car. He felt like all the weight that he’s been carrying on his shoulders, had been lifted off of him.

Pulling away, you wiped his tears away before kissing him, tasting the small remains of his salty tears. 

“There’s the handsome cowboy I fell in love with” you whispered, pushing his hair behind his ears

“I love you and the girls so much.” he whispered before giving you a small peck on the head

“Thank you for everything. I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me. And I didn’t even realize how much I’d been holding back--” “It’s okay baby.” 

“Whatever you have planned for today, cancel it. I just wanna be with you and the girls.” he said looking over at them smiling and cooing at each other as if they’re talking and playing with the toys with them before giving you a kiss on the lips

That’s exactly what you did, you both put your phones on do not disturb and took the girls and your dog, dusty, out for a walk, obviously you putting on pants and him a shirt on. Taking advantage of the nice weather that was displayed currently in Cheyenne before ending the night with the girls in bed and him taking you to bed and showing you how much he loves you.

[all-the-things-2020]

Late Night Talking - Chapter Fourteen

Summary: Dieter and Emily spend Thanksgiving break together.

Rating: PG-13 (mention of sex but no real smut)

Word count: 3800

Notes: San Ysidro Ranch is a real place but I’ve never been there. I’ve also never had a massage or a sound bath, but I hope I wrote about both experiences competently. Also, I have family members who are Mormon and any opinions expressed about that religion are my own.

Tag list: @rhoorl @avastrasposts @readingiskeepingmegoing @runningmom94 @gwendibleywrites @weho2kcmo

“Thank you for the invitation, Aunt Helen, but I can’t make it.”

”You know you’re always welcome, Emily. And I understand it’s a long drive to make by yourself, and flying is expensive, but maybe that rich boyfriend of yours could lend you the money. We’d love to see you.”

I was glad it was a voice call and not FaceTime, because I’m sure I grimaced. I’d made the trek to Utah to spend Thanksgiving with Aunt Helen and her family once and that had been enough for me. She was my mom’s sister, my only living relative on either side of the family, but she was … well, I’ll just come out and say it. Mormon.

At the age of twenty, Aunt Helen had opened the door to a pair of missionaries and fell hook line and sinker for the message they brought. It wasn’t a bad thing, it was just awkward for someone raised in a very secular family to suddenly be so vehemently religious. My grandma once said that no one is as fervent as a convert, and she was right. 

Aunt Helen joined the church and within a year she was married to a young man who’d recently graduated from BYU and had a job lined up in Salt Lake City. My mom had confessed that she was glad that Helen and Jeremiah lived so far away. So was I. Every phone call or email from her invariably included some sort of remark about my “lifestyle,” which I understood to mean “being unmarried and childless after the age of thirty and having sex with my boyfriend.” 

“I’d love to see you, too,” I replied, “but Dieter’s booked us a cottage at a resort in Santa Barbara for Thanksgiving week. He has to start a new project soon and we want to have a little getaway before he has to leave town.”

Aunt Helen sniffed. “Doesn’t he have family to spend the holiday with?” Family was very important to Aunt Helen.

“He’s going to his brother’s for Christmas, and he and his dad aren’t on good terms right now,” I explained. “So we’re spending Thanksgiving together, just the two of us.”

”Well, if you think that’s best, but remember, you are always welcome here. Maybe you could come for Christmas, since Dieter will be out of town?”

”We’ll see,” I said. There was no way in hell I was going to her house for Christmas. 

”Give my love to Uncle Jeremiah and all the cousins.”

I ended the call and heaved a sigh of relief. I loved her, I really did, but only in small doses. 

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The drive up to Santa Barbara was a bit hectic, as all drives out of the L.A. area are, but once we got to the San Ysidro Ranch it was like we were in another world. It was in the foothills overlooking Montecito. The grounds were lush with plants and the cottages were beautiful, built in Craftsman style. Ours had a private patio with a hot tub, a fireplace, and a king size canopy bed, with exposed wooden beams ceilings. I was in love.

”I want to live here,” I told Dieter as we explored the little cottage. “This place is absolutely amazing. Look at that view!” The front terrace faced west, offering a panorama to the Pacific Ocean in the distance. 

“And it’s all ours for a week,” Dieter said, sliding his arms around me from behind. “Great food, great views, great company and privacy.” The last month or so had been rough. Word had leaked out about his brief stay in rehab and that, combined with a new movie project starting soon, had brought the paparazzi out in force. They followed him all over town, and photos of him had popped up all over the internet. There were even photos of the two of us doing mundane things like shopping at CVS and Trader Joe’s. Dieter always shrugged it off, but I knew that deep down it bothered him, mostly because he didn’t think I should have to deal with the paps.

”Yeah, that hot tub looks incredible,” I said, rolling my shoulders to loosen some of the kinks. A week at work combined with the long drive had tightened up my muscles. 

“Maybe we can skinny dip,” Dieter said into my ear.

”After it gets dark,” I said. “I know it’s private but I don’t think I could do that in daylight.”

He chuckled. “Deal. And after we soak awhile, I’ll make sure you release all your tension.” 

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After dinner at the resort’s restaurant (where Dieter had had ordered and devoured an order of oysters, much to my dismay — I still didn’t like them and they reminded me too much of the night I met Jonathan) we wandered back to our cottage in the dark. I used the bathroom and got undressed, slipping on a bathrobe before I stepped outside onto the patio. Dieter was already in the hot tub, his own robe draped haphazardly over the lounge chair.

”You’d better not pee in there,” I teased as I dropped my own robe onto the chair and stepped into the tub. The cool November air caused goosebumps on my skin and I ducked quickly into the warm water.

”I went at the restaurant before we left,” he reminded me. “Now get over here.” He motioned for me to slide closer on the little bench that ringed the tub. I settled against his side and he wrapped his arm around me. We leaned back, letting the jets of hot water soothe us. I felt the knots in my muscles relax.

”Wanna make out?” Dieter asked after several minutes.

”Not just yet,” I said. “I’m enjoying the water.”

”Okay,” he said comfortably. “I want you nice and supple when we get into bed.”

Ever since he’d gotten out of rehab, things had been easier between us. It was hard to put my finger on what had changed, but we just seemed more settled, less anxious about things. We knew that we wanted each other for who we were, warts and all. 

Soon enough, we started kissing, and it wasn’t long before we were climbing out of the water and pulling on our robes, eager to get inside out of the chill and into bed. We tumbled into the fine Italian linens and made love. Dieter was true to his promise to help me release all my tension, and I did the same for him. Sex with Dieter was easy. He never made me feel like I was anything other than the most desirable woman in the world. He always asked permission before he did anything that differed from our usual routine, even if we’d done it before. He insisted on using protection. And he always made sure I was satisfied before he’d let himself finish. He was the very definition of an unselfish lover.

”I don’t deserve you,” I told him when we were cuddling afterward. He was a champion snuggler, clinging to me like a baby sloth clings to its mother, enveloping me in his warmth. 

“You’ve got that backwards,” he mumbled, already half asleep. 

“Okay, we’ll split the difference. We deserve each other.”

”Damn right.” He nuzzled against my neck and promptly started snoring. 

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The next morning, we slept in, walked down to the restaurant for breakfast and then strolled through the botanical gardens on our way back to the cottage. We spent a lazy day reading and watching movies, punctuated by a few make out sessions. The day was warm enough that we left the windows open so we could enjoy the breeze off the ocean. 

At one point, Dieter dozed off on the couch, his book open against his chest, his glasses sliding down his nose. I got a sudden flash of his older self, hair and beard gone silver, taking a nap in our own little cottage somewhere, after he’d re-established his career and gotten to the point where he could pick and choose his roles. I wanted to grow old with him. I wanted this to last forever.

Then he snorted himself awake, mumbled “Fuck” under his breath and was his middle-aged self again, slightly grumpy at being caught napping during the day. “This place is too quiet,” he complained. “Made me fall asleep.”

”It’s comfortable,” I said. “I like it.” He lifted his arm and I slid underneath to nestle against his side. He was warm and solid and I laid my head on his chest. “Just like you.”

“Are you saying you like me, or that I’m comfortable?”

”Both.”

He shrugged. “I’ll take it. There are worse things to be called than comfortable, although it wounds my masculine pride.”

“What would you prefer?”

”Hot. Irresistible. Manly. Ripped.” It was my turn to snort. “What?”

”You are hot and irresistible and definitely manly, but ripped you are not.” I poked his belly, which had just enough squish to it. “And I like you that way. I want a tummy I can relax on, not one that’s hard as a rock. Six pack abs are highly overrated.”

”I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “Because I think those days are over.” He frowned down at his stomach. “The muscles are still in there somewhere, but the pudge is slowly taking over.”

”I like the pudge,” I said. “It makes you a real person. Real men have pudge. That should be your new slogan.”

”Dieter Bravo, the man with the pudge. I like that. I could be the new spokesman for Pillsbury.” I poked his belly again and he did the doughboy laugh. He was a huge dork, but he was my dork.

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We hung around the resort for a couple of days, but then Dieter decided he wanted Mexican food, so we drove down to Santa Barbara for a day. We visited the art museum and then found a little hole in the wall Mexican place. I was content with a couple of tacos and a side of rice and beans, but Dieter ordered something called a Garbage Burrito, which was enormous and contained a little bit of everything, from beans to sour cream to cabbage to shredded beef to three kinds of salsa. 

“You’re going to be sorry,” I told him after he took the final bite. 

He patted his stomach. “Not sorry, just not hungry for about three days,” he said. “You’re on your own for dinner, Miss I-Only-Want-Two-Tacos.”

”You’re forgetting we have a couples massage booked at five,” I reminded him. “You’re gonna have to lay on that full tummy for an hour while they work on your back.”

He stifled a little burp and shrugged. “By that time, my amazing metabolism will have converted most of it to muscle,” he said.

“More like pudge,” I replied. It was our new inside joke. I had started calling him Pudgy Bear.

We left the restaurant and almost immediately were approached by a man who asked if he could get a selfie with Dieter. “I’ve seen all the Cliff Beasts movies,” he explained, “and I’ve gotten photos with three of the cast members so far.”

Dieter agreed. “Why don’t you take the photo?,” he asked me. The man beamed and smoothed down the front of his Hawaiian shirt before handing me his phone. I gave Dieter a quick glance. He had a salsa stain on his previously pristine white t-shirt. I tugged his cardigan into place so that it hid the stain.

”Stop it,” Dieter said, swatting at my hand.

”You have food on your shirt, honey,” I told him, adjusting the cardigan just a bit more. “You don’t want to ruin his photo.”

Dieter looked down and made a face. “Shit, you’re right.”

The guy laughed. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s nice to know that celebrities are real people.”

I snapped three photos, to give him a choice of which one was best, then handed the phone back. “Thanks, man,” he said, swiping through the photos. “Is it okay if I post these on my Insta?”

“Sure,” Dieter said, “and thanks for asking. Most people don’t.” He shook the guy’s hand and sent him on his way grinning from ear to ear. 

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We drove around a bit on our way back to the resort, taking in the sights, but made it back in plenty of time for Dieter to change into a clean t-shirt before our massage. 

“I don’t know why I have to change,” he grumbled. “I’m just gonna take it off when we get there. They do these things naked, you know.”

”You are not showing up in dirty clothes, even if you are going to get undressed,” I said. “It’s common courtesy.”

”But I’m not a common person,” Dieter said as he stripped off the dirty shirt. I tossed him a clean one from the dresser. 

“You are definitely uncommon,” I agreed, running my eyes over his bare torso. Even with that bit of pudge he was an impressive sight.

Dieter preened. “I’m one of a kind.”

”The one, the only … Dieter Bravo!”

He posed like Superman, which would have made more of an impact if he hadn’t also been pooching out his stomach. He looked more like Jack Black in Nacho Libre than a superhero.

”Put your shirt on, goofball,” I told him. “We’ll be late.”

As Dieter predicted, almost as soon as we arrived for our appointment, the receptionist ushered us into the changing rooms, where we stripped down and put on the plush robes embroidered with the resort logo. 

“Told you,” Dieter whispered as we were escorted to the massage room.

Soft music was playing and the lights were dimmed. An essential oil diffuser filled the room with the scent of lavender. I felt my heart rate drop already. 

“Welcome. I’m Inge and this is Lance. We’ll be your massage therapists today.” Inge was tall and blonde, with just a trace of a Nordic accent. Lance was also tall, but with jet black hair. 

“I think we might have wandered into a porno shoot,” Dieter whispered to me. I shushed him, but he wasn’t wrong. Seriously, who hires a massage therapist named Lance?

They busied themselves with a tray of oils and heated rocks and other massage paraphernalia while we disrobed and laid down on the massage tables, pulling the sheets over ourselves. Dieter, of course, only pulled his up enough to cover his ass, while I made sure mine was up to my shoulders. 

It turned out Lance was the strong, silent type, who got right to work on Dieter’s upper back. Inge kept up a gentle, soothing patter as she kneaded my muscles. “We are trying to achieve total relaxation,” she intoned. “We will work on any tight spots you may have, so that when you leave you will be feeling completely loose and flexible.”

I thought I heard Dieter snicker a bit, but with his head buried in the face cut out, it was hard to tell. 

“Listen to the music and let your body and mind relax,” Inge said. “Inhale the soothing scent of lavender and exhale all your negative energy.”

I could have dozed off, if not for Inge digging into the knots in my shoulders. 

“Surrender to the rhythm of the music and our hands. Take in the good and release the bad.”

Brrr-ppp! Dieter farted loudly.

”Sorry,” he mumbled.

”No worries, man,” Lance said. “It happens.” He grunted as he bore down on Dieter’s back again.

Pppp-rrrr-ppp!

”I told you not to eat that huge burrito for lunch,” I said. And just about then the scent of lavender was overwhelmed by something decidedly less floral and we realized why it was called a garbage burrito.

”Maybe I’ll lay off the lower back,” Lance said, stifling a laugh.

”Yeah, might be a good idea,” Dieter said, giggling.

”I’m just going to turn up the diffuser,” Inge said, and that was when I lost it. I laughed until tears were streaming down my face.

”Only you could turn a romantic couples massage into a fart fest,” I told Dieter once I could talk.

”It’s that damn burrito,” he whined. “I’m not doing it on purpose.”

Inge and Lance managed to maintain their professional demeanor, but Dieter and I broke out in giggles multiple times during the massage. We might not have been completely and utterly relaxed when we emerged, but we were certainly feeling a lot lighter … in more ways than one.

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On Thanksgiving Day there was a special turkey dinner at seven for all the guests. We spent a relaxing morning in the cottage. We watched the parade on TV (turns out Dieter had to watch the Macy’s parade every year — he loved the balloons) and after a light lunch we wandered over to partake in a sound bath.

”I’ve done these before,” Dieter said. “It’s amazing. Like, life changing type amazing. It’s like the best drug ever, but totally safe and natural.”

I wasn’t so sure that listening to singing bowls and chimes would be quite that earth shattering, but I was open to the experience. I knew that Dieter was less skeptical about things than I was but I didn’t see any harm in him believing in the power of crystals and stuff like that. Although I was pretty sure his aversion to AirPods wasn’t because he thought the wireless connection messed with his brain waves as he claimed, but because he had lost too many pairs and needed a “cool” excuse for his old-school wired earbuds.

The woman hosting the sound bath wore loose linen clothing which made her look like a Jedi knight, but she also had a severe pixie cut and angled eyebrows that made her look a bit Vulcan. I dubbed her the Logical Jedi in my mind, but didn’t dre say anything to Dieter. After the massage experience, I didn’t want to risk setting off another round of giggles.

”Welcome. I’m Diana and I’ll be facilitating your sound bath experience today. Please, lie down on the mats and make yourselves comfortable. If you have any previous yoga experience, assume the Savasana or corpse pose. For those of you who have not practiced yoga, this is simply lying on your back, with your arms out to your sides.”

While we settled, Diana walked around the room. “You will be bathing in sound today. You don’t need to do anything but keep your heart and mind open to receive the healing vibrations. I do ask that because today is Thanksgiving, you keep gratitude foremost in your mind. Think about all the things in your life, big and small, that you are thankful for. And let the sound guide you to inner peace.”

I closed my eyes, feeling a bit silly. I’d never been good at meditation; my mind darted in a million different directions as soon as I didn’t have something to focus on. Dieter told me you just had to empty your head and focus on your breath, but it was hard for me. 

A chime rang and then the hum of a singing bowl filled the room. It was monotonous at first, but after a bit I could hear subtle variations in the tone as the sound waves vibrated the air. It was soothing. I started thinking about what I was thankful for.

Dieter, first of all. Meeting him had brought me so many new experiences, and a depth of joy I’d never known I was capable of. My job. A roof over my head. My health. Those were the big ones, and almost too easy to put on my list. Everyone was grateful for things like that. Then I started thinking about the smaller things: the smell right before it starts to rain, the excitement of opening a box of new books at work, the fierce glow of California poppies in the sun every spring. 

I felt Dieter’s fingertips brush against mine and I smiled. He was thinking about me, too. We lay side by side, just barely touching, but fully connected as the song of the universe swept through us. I get it, Deet, I thought silently. I get it.

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Saturday morning came all too fast. As I packed our bags (Dieter offered to pack his, but his idea of packing was just shoving everything inside and squashing it until the bag would zip) I felt the familiar melancholy of the end of a work break. I knew I was lucky to have a job that gave me a week off at Thanksgiving, two weeks at Christmas and another week in the spring, not to mention a healthy dollop of three-day weekends and a long summer break, but it was always hard for me to switch gears back into work mode after being off for more than a few days. 

“I don’t want to go back to work on Monday,” I groused.

”Then don’t,” Dieter said. “Quit. Move in with me. Find something else closer to my house. Or take some time off. Follow your passion.”

I sighed. “We’ve had this discussion before, Deet. It’s just too early on. I can’t take that leap yet.”

He smiled. “Yeah, I know, but a man’s gotta try. And I know how you feel.” He stretched, his joints cracking. “I’m due on set in five days and I know once I get there and get into it I’ll love it but right now all I can think about is packing and making the flight and meeting the cast and crew and hoping there aren’t too many assholes to deal with. And missing you.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. 

“I’ll miss you, too,” I said, leaning into his embrace. “But we’ll talk every night. And maybe you can sneak home for a weekend or something.”

”I was thinking … I’m going to Freddy’s for Christmas. Why don’t you join me? I won’t get enough time off to make it to Vermont and California but I‘m sure he and Laila won’t mind.”

”I don’t want to impose,” I said, although the idea of having a ready excuse to not go to Aunt Helen’s — not to mention the chance to spend some face to face time with Dieter — had me excited.

”Freddy wants to meet you,” Dieter said. “And I want you to meet him. Meet my family.”

My excitement shifted into anxiety. Meeting the family was a big step. “Only if he and his wife don’t mind,” I said carefully. 

“I’ll ask him next time I talk to him. And I can tell you right now the answer will be yes.”

[fl3shm4id3n]

𝓘𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓸 𝓑𝓮

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

ᴊᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏꜱ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ x ᴀᴜɴᴛ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Targ!cest (Aunt and Nephew), underage drinking, medieval themes, Driftmark events, angst, a pinch of fluff. Jacaerys being a sweet heart. Reader being a little menace, forced marriage, erranged marriage. 

Author’s note: I’ve been thinking a lot about Jace, so I decided to write a fic with him in it. I also wanted to as some what of a dark!(?) Aemond x reader, I might make a part two of this :P

Since you were a child and on your own most of the time, your nephew Jace had always included you in his interests and he’d get interested in yours. After his training he’d go and see what you where up to. He’d get his brother Luke to come hang out with you as well.

Jace was always a gentleman towards you, he’d open the door for you, pull your chair out for you, he even has picked you up once in the garden when it had rained and there was puddles of mud, so that you didn’t get your dress dirty.

You were also there in the dragon pit with your brothers and nephews, that was when they decided to play a prank on Aemond, it was a harmless jest right? After you went to talk to Aemond about it all being a joke, he was not happy, he has yelled at you, calling you all sorts of names that you don’t even remember what they were. You just laughed and shrugged it off because he was upset about a pig dress as a dragon.

Even though the family was splitting, you tried to be by his side no matter the cost. When Aemond had lost his eye by the hands of Luke, you weren’t present, you were in your bedchamber’s passed out drunk from the drinking you have been doing with your brother Aegon.

You were sleeping, not hearing the door open and close. Then the bed had a bit of movement, feeling a light shake and your named being whispered. “Jacey? What are you doing?” you asked as you sat up, getting a good look at him. “What happened to you? You look like you came out of a bar fight” you said as he had a sad look on his face. “I came to say goodbye Y/n/n” he said sadly, this made your blood run cold. “what do you mean?” you asked, now scared.

“Mother says we’ll be going to Dragonstone” Jace said with a frown on his face. “But you can’t leave” you said hugging him tightly, afraid that he’ll disappear, tears had now flooded your eyes. He hugged you back. “I have to go were my family goes, I’m sorry” he said as you sobbed, hugging him tighter. “We’ll meat each other again, I promise” he said as you sniffed, using the sleeve of your gown to wipe off the tears and snot.

“Can I do something?” Jace asked as you nodded. “Close your eyes” he said, you gladly obeyed, waiting until you felt a soft pair of lips touch yours. It was quick, it made your stomach flutter as if you had eaten butterflies.

The next morning your family left back to the Red Keep, you along with your siblings headed back on dragon back. You found out what happened, Aemond claimed a dragon that it wasn’t for him to claim, the price he paid was by loosing his eye. You didn’t really care, what hurt more was the pain in your heart.

Back home, you didn’t leave your room until it was time for you and Aegon to go to the Tavern. You drank your sorrows away and cried. You missed Jace already, Aegon encouraged you to drink more which you gladly did. He was the one who had carried you to an Inn that night for you to rest while he went to a brothel. 

The next morning you went to break your fast with Aegon, with a major headache from the drinking. That’s when you saw Aemond’s missing eye, that would leave a scar for sure. You didn’t really eat, you just drank wine to get over the headache. Then you left, not bothering to asked to be dismissed, before Alicent could stop you, your father told her to leave you be.

𝒮𝒾𝓍 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝐿𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇

Today was going to be long, Veamond Velaryon had petitioned the crown to be named Heir of Driftmark, you didn’t care much until you heard that Rhaenyra and her sons will come. You got excited, Jacaerys was coming. You were basically jumping of happiness. You wore your red dress and added a body chain that displayed between your chest. Hopefully he still found you pretty like when you were children. 

You explored the halls, trying to find him, you were nervous. What did he look like? Did he still have his freckles? Was his button nose the same? Was he still shorter than you? Then you felt a warm hand take yours, quickly turning to see who it was, it was him, the boy now man you were looking for.

Jacaerys Velaryon in the flesh “Hello, Y/n” he said as you stared at him, he had grown taller, way much taller than you. His once button nose was now slim, and he had a few visible freckles, he also grew in a jawline, he was stunning. “H-hello... Jacey” you said feeling your face heating up. You also caught how his voice had got deeper too. 

“You look, lovely my lady, short hair really suits you” He said as he takes your hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Thank you, you had gotten handsome yourself” you said as you looked into his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes. It may not be proper for the two of be being alone together but you didn’t care, you really missed him.

Then you both hugged, his embrace was warm “I’ve missed you” you admitted as he stroked his delicate fingers thought the short strands of your hair. “I missed you too Y/n/n” how you missed that nickname, he was the only person who had called you that. 

You didn’t want to go to the trail, you just wanted to spend time with him or even take him to the tavern to catch up, but he convinced you to go. You wanted to stand by him but he protested, insisting that you stand by your family, finally you had agreed.

During the trial, your focus was on him, he’d also look at you from time to time. You were standing between Aegon and Helaena, while Aemond was behind you. It felt as if it was only you and Jace in the room, so close but yet so far. “I see that you saw your lover” Aegon whispered in your ear causing you to smile. Aegon knew how you felt towards Jace, you had accidently told him one night that you were drinking at the tavern drunk and just spilling whatever you had to say.

Then your Uncle sliced Sir Veamond’s head clean off, due to him calling your older sister a whore and her sons bastards. “He deserved that” you said to yourself but Aegon heard you, making him laugh as Otto had yelled for your Uncle to be disarmed. 

You heard about the dinner, it made you more happy, being able to share a dinner with your other family, also Jace will be there. When it was time for the dinner, you got there as quick as possible, you spotted a seat that was empty, Jace was occupying the chair on the right, before you could take that seat, Aegon had sat down, then next to him his sister-wife Helaena, then their was an empty hair between Aemond and Helaena.

You sigh sadly and just sat down on the chair, you also noticed how Aemond was looking at you. Ever since that day from Driftmark, you noticed how your older brother would try to be a part of your activities, but you never really cared much if he was around. Why would he want be involved with you when he had Mother’s attention.

The king was carried in, as you stood up along with the others. Toasts had been shared and the night was going peaceful. As you drowned on your wine, you saw how Jace excused himself and walked over to you, the offered his hand out to you. Gladly you took his hand allowing him guide you to the empty floor for a dance.

Aemond turned his seat and watched you dance with the Velaryon boy. During the whole dance he just stared at you both dance, and stopped when your father had been carried away to his bed chambers. Everything was moving smoothly until a roasted pig was placed in front of your brother causing your younger nephew to chuckle.

After your brother had called your nephews Strong, causing a small brawl. After the brawl was stopped by your uncle, you walked over to Aemond, angrily and shoved him as hard as you could causing him to nearly fall. “You fucking twat!!” you screamed angrily, not carrying if they all saw, you were upset. Then when your cousins and nephews, you went after Jace. 

“Jacearys!” you said catching up to him, he gestured his brother and cousins to leave the two of you alone and they gladly did. “I’m sorry for Aemond” you said looking down embarrassed. “It’s alright, tis not your fault” he said as he picked up your hands and held them. You sigh, still feeling responsible for your brother’s out burst. “I was thinking of going to the Tavern I go to, would you like to join me?” You asked looking into his eyes. “I’d like to Y/n/n” he said leaning in and kissed your cheek lightly, feeling your face heat up.

When you departed, an hour or two has passed, you had woken up from your nap and got ready to sneak out with Jace. After you had finished tying your boots, someone walked in, you assumed it was Jace, but it was your brother Aemond.

“Didn’t your mummy teach you to knock?” you said as you got up, checking yourself out on the mirror. Aemond just hummed as he watched you “you are going out?” he asked as you rolled your eyes “Isn’t it obvious?” you said as you went to reach your hood. “With that Strong boy I assume? What a shame, he along with the rest of his family had left.” You stopped in your tracks and looked at him.

“You’re jesting aren’t you?” you said looking at his face, he was serious. Jace had left? What is a last minute thing? You wondered as you’re distracted, Aemond was now standing in front of you, lifting your chin to look at him. “I also wanted to deliver you better news.” He said with a grin, this made you shiver. “What may that be?” you asked shaken by his grin.

“We are to wed, we’ll be husband and wife” he said with a sinister like look. You backed away from him “No, it- it can’t be” you said turning away from him, not wanting to look at him. “It is, we were meant to be together, and now we’ll fulfill it” he walked towards you placing his hands on your shoulders. “It was meant to be” he whispered it in your ear, feeling your eye beginning to water by these news. You were suppose to wed Jace, not Aemond, but you had no other choice but to obey.

“Fine, I’ll be your wife but in one condition.” You said frustrated. “What may that be?” Aemond asked as he turned you around, lifting your hand to his lip and kissed your knuckles. “I’ll be your wife, but I will never be your woman” you said, he only smiled, seeing that you had agreed to this. “Of course, anything for my soon-to-be-wife.”

[winter-soldier-101]

You are not her! Part 10

Word count: 1394

⚠️18+ Talk of r*pe and self harm⚠️ if you don’t want to read please don’t

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“Queen (Y/N) Targaryen and her heir Prince Jacerys Velaryon” Ser Edmund announces.

“Otto Hightower you are sentenced to death do you have any last words” (Y/N) asks him.

“I wish I had gotten rid of you sooner and your bastards—“ Otto starts to say.

“That is enough Otto” (Y/N) says at cannibal flys over and roars out and flys down and picks up Otto and throws him up and swallows him whole as Otto cries out for help but it’s too late he’s dead.

(Y/N) holds Visenya close as you rock her slowly to sleep.

“Your Grace you need to rest it’s not good for the babe” the handmaiden tells you as she takes Visenya from you and lays her down as you make your way to bed (Y/N) lays down and rubs her belly “what would Cregan think when he finds out” (Y/N) thinks to herself.

The next morning

“My Queen your husband has arrived” Ser Brandon tells you.

“Let him in Ser Brandon” (Y/N) tells him.

Cregan walks in as he makes his way over to you, you stop him and call for Ser Thomas to help you stand up and Cregan sees your belly.

“Cregan I must tell you something… Daemon raped me and now I’m having his child” (Y/N) tells him as the tears fall down your face.

“Where is he… I’ll fucking kill him!” Cregan yells out.

“Cregan he’s dead I killed him after he raped me” (Y/N) tells him.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you and I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you and our children” Cregan says holding you close.

(Y/N) holds Cregan close and kisses his lips softly and takes him to see Aragon and Aemma.

“My Queen a raven from DragonStone”the maester tells you handing the letter to you.

“(Y/N) I’m writing you to tell you that Baela and I are to marry in four days and we want you and your family to witness the Valyrian ceremony” Jacerys Velaryon.

(Y/N) looks down at the letter and smiles.

“Maester write back to Jacerys and tell him my family will be there to see his marriage take place” (Y/N) tells the Maester.

DragonStone

(Y/N) watches Jace kiss Baela and hold her close and he looks over and smiles at (Y/N).

“I’m happy your here (Y/N) and you’ve brought my sister and little brothers, thank you” Jacerys tells you as he hugs you.

“I’m happy to be here for you and your wife thank you for inviting us Jace” (Y/N) says as she hugs him.

“Your welcome (Y/N) and I’m happy to have you here” Jacerys tells you.

Kingslanding

“My Queen push” a midwife tells you as you push and scream out.

Cregan rushes into the room and runs over to your side and holds your hand and kisses your cheek as you push two more times and all the pain dissipates and a small cry is heard as you cry out to your babe closer to you.

“A boy my Queen” the maester tells you and Cregan.

“Our little Aemon Stark” (Y/N) tells Cregan.

Cregan looks at you and kisses your lips softly.

“Our little dragon, (Y/N)”Cregan says.

(Y/N) looks at Aemon and smiles and kisses his little head as she closes her eyes and falls asleep.

Cregan kisses your forehead and takes Aemon to meet his siblings and cousins and uncles and aunts.

As (Y/N) lays in bed tears fall down her face as she is waken up by a familiar voice.

“(Y/N) wake up hurry let’s go!” The voice yells out at you as you open your eyes Rhaenyra stands at the end of your bed smiling.

“Hurry we must go to the dragons before mother calls on us” Rhaenyra tells you as she leaves your room and you rush to the mirror and see your young face and days before your mother passed you get dressed and go to cannibal and hold him close.

“Mother” (Y/N) cries out as she sits down by the window next to Aemma and holds her to scared that she will be gone if she let her go.

“You smell of dragon both of you” Aemma says smiling at you and Rhaenyra.

(Y/N) sits in her room and puts her hand over the fire and feels the heat from the flame and realizes everything she went through was a dream she saw the future of her house and the doom that was to come.

“Father you must save mother do you understand!” (Y/N) tells Viserys as he looks over at Aemma.

“What are you saying (Y/N)?” Viserys asks you.

“I’ve dreamt of my life I saw you choose the son you always wanted over the woman you love and he lives for just a minute after they cut open mother and Daemon mocks his death so you name Rhaenyra your heir and you tell us about Aegons dream the song of ice and fire” (Y/N) tells him with tears falling down your face.

“How… how do you know about the song of ice and fire?” Viserys asks you as Aemma makes her way over to you both.

“You tell Rhaenyra and I about Aegons dream of the darkness coming from the North and a Targaryen must sit the throne to unite the realm a King or Queen and after mothers death you remarry you marry Alicent Hightower and she gives you three sons and a daughter and Rhaenyra marries and has three sons and I have a son and daughter and then Rhaenyra marries Daemon and she has two more sons and then she gives birth to a daughter and dies in the birthing bed I become Queen after and I kill Otto Hightower for trying to take the throne from Rhaenyra and then I kill Daemon for raping me after he used me to hurt you and he had two daughters with Laena Velaryon and you lose yourself and die in your sleep with me and Rhaenyra by your side I know what my life will be like and I don’t want to live that life again I wanted to die so many times I tried once but I stopped when the man I feel in love with stoped me and held me and loved me” (Y/N) tells Viserys and Aemma as they both cry out and hug you and hold you close.

“I will not let that happen to you do you hear me” Viserys tells (Y/N) and holds you close as he cries.

(Y/N) sat in her bed and sees Rhaenyra walk into the room and goes to you and hugs you.

“Father told me of your dream” Rhaenyra tells you.

“You fall in love with Harwin Strong but you marry Laenor and he loves you but he prefers men but you love Daemon more then anything father will name you heir and tell him to marry you to Daemon so our house will not destroy itself like I’ve seen I’m going North to see Cregan Stark his wife died giving birth to his son a year ago and I will marry him I’ve seen him and I happily in love” (Y/N) tells Rhaenyra.

“I will talk to father and I will be happy for you (Y/N) thank you telling me” Rhaenyra says as she kisses your cheek and leaves you alone.

(King Viserys chooses his wife’s life over his sons and both mother and son pass and Viserys marries Alicent and names Rhaenyra heir to the Iron Throne and (Y/N) marries Cregan Stark and Rhaenyra marries Daemon and Alicent gives birth to three sons and a daughter and Rhaenyra has three sons with light brown hair like their father Harwin Strong (Y/N) gives birth to twins a boy and girl, Rhaenyra becomes Queen as Viserys gets to sick to sit the throne and Alicent is happy to see her friend become Queen and see her sons smile at their sister and hug her and celebrate her as their Queen (Y/N) sits off to the side and smiles as she is happy that her family is together like they should have been in her dreams.

Fin~

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[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Frustration

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Neglected

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Because when another man kisses me and I like it, I think we have a problem.”  

“He kissed you?!” 

“Yes, and I ran.  Because I liked it. Because I miss you.  I miss your attention, our intimacy, our love.  I need more Steve.  I can’t do this.  If you are just going to leave me here, then I should move out and move on.”    

Steve stood up quickly and stalked towards Belle. He pulled her close and kissed her hard.  She gasped and he deepened it, tasting her, relishing in her desire. He felt the wetness fall from her eyes.  He pulled back to see her crying.  “I’m sorry.”  

“Steve…” 

“No, I’m sorry.  Sorry I haven’t been here.  Sorry that I have neglected you. Sorry that you think something else is going on. I love you, my Belle.  My princess.  Don’t leave, never leave.”  

“I don’t want to. I love you. I need you. I want you. But I need more.”  

“I need you too.” He kissed her softer this time.  “I’m going to make it up to you, I promise.” He lifted her up and took her to their bed. He cradled her as she sobbed from the emotions, allowing a few tears himself. He had been so close to losing her from his own stupid actions.  “You looked beautiful tonight love. Did you have fun?” 

“It was interesting.”  

“Almost went to punch that guy out.”  

“Wasn’t his fault.”  

“I know.”  He sighed. “Promise me you’ll never kiss another man again.”  

“Promise me that you’ll explain.” She wouldn’t agree with him until she knew the truth.  

Steve woke that Sunday morning, having rested for the first time in a long time.  A flutter brushed his arm and he looked to see his sweet pea on her side, his arm still under her neck.  The air is cool in the morning so he draped a heavier blanket to keep her warm as he rises.  He stretches and heads to the kitchen.  Coffee and a conversation are needed before he can move on with Belle.  

Belle stirs and reaches for Steve, her eyes still closed.  She feels nothing and frowns, turning to open her eyes. “Steve?” 

She hears him talking loudly and creeps down to the study.  

“What the fuck are you trying to pull Sharon?” 

“I didn’t say I was seeing you.  I just said that I had a meeting at Grant.”  

Steve stars at his phone laying on his desk with venom in his eyes. “Don’t fuck with me.  You said it to drive a wedge between Belle and myself.”  

“Oh please. If she’s that insecure that should tell you something.”  

“It tells me plenty about you.  I asked you to do one thing.  Stay away from her.  And the minute you had a chance, you did this.”  

“Steve, she’s…” 

“She’s what, Sharon?  Not you.  Thank fuck for that.”  

“You don’t mean that.”  

“Don’t I? We were never meant to be together Sharon.  For fuck sakes, I was with your aunt in my past. Thank you for helping me when I needed it but Isabella is my future.”  

“Picking a child for a partner is ridiculous, Steve.”  

“I’m done with this.  Stay away from us.” He ended the call and slammed the phone down and walked to the window.  Belle steeled away back to the room and climbed into bed.  Not a minute later, Steve entered to see Belle’s back to the door.  He sighed.  “Sweet pea, I know you were listening.”  

She turned over to look at him. “How?” 

“Super hearing, my love. You were quiet but your heart rate spiked at one point.”  

Belle blushed. “I’m sorry.”  

Steve sat next to her and took her hand.  “Don’t be love.” He swept her hair away from her face. “How are you feeling?” 

“Have a little headache and I’m thirsty but otherwise,” she took a breath, “just embarrassed.  We need to talk.”  

“I know.” He leans his head against hers. “We stopped communicating.”  

“You stopped,” she accused. “Steve, what is going on?” 

“Let’s get some coffee and pain relief for you.  We will talk, I promise.”  

Belle crossed her arms.  “I am only doing this because of the coffee.”  She got up and grabbed her robe.  Steve sighed.  This was not going to be easy.  

Belle made it to the kitchen as Bucky emerged, yawning.  “Belle! What are you doing here? Your security…” 

“Dropped me off here last night. I had,” she glanced at Steve, “an interesting night at the club.” She turned back to the coffee pot as Bucky and Steve exchanged a look.  

“Did someone hurt you?” 

“At the club, no.  In my home, possibly.”  She narrowed her eyes at the both of them.  

“You know, I just remembered,” Bucky said, running a hand threw his hair, “I have a meeting…” 

“You will sit James.  Just like Steven will as well.” She pointed to the table and turned into the kitchen to get the coffees.  

“Thanks a lot punk,” Bucky mumbled under his breath.  

“I’m sorry Buck.  I am,” he whispered. “Sharon set her off yesterday and there was an incident at the club,” Bucky shot his eyes at him, “with me, jerk, relax.  I may have caught her being seduced by another man and I may have reacted badly to it.”  

“I told you to tell her about Sharon.” Bucky groaned and closed his eyes. “Fuck me.”  

“If you two need me to leave you alone after that statement, just let me know.”  Belle entered with the mugs of coffee.  She set them down and then sat across from the men.  

“Belle, c’mon.”  Steve looked at her.  

“No, first you guys tell me what has been going on.  The first month here was ok. Then, I don’t know what happened. You guys abandoned me here.”  

“Sweetheart, we didn’t abandon you.  We left you here under Clint’s protection,” Bucky explained.  

Belle went to retort but Steve decided to explain. “Sweet pea, we had a threat come in concerning you.  I haven’t been going to work.  I’ve been taking trips to find the group that wants you.  I’ve stayed away because it was so hard to sleep next to you when I knew I could be doing more to protect you.”  

Belle sighed and massaged her temples. “Steve, this is never going to end.  You have to understand that.  Unless I disappear from the face of the earth, there will always be a threat because I am in love with one of the most powerful people in the world.”  

“I know love.” He groaned and tilted his head back. He took a moment and looked back at her. “I know that, and Bucky has been saying that, but I’m so scared that I’m gonna lose you.”  

“You’re losing me now by trying to shut me away and not being here.” Her tone was sharp, the pain of abandonment seeping through.  

“I’m trying to protect you!” 

Belle stood up, frustrated that Steve was not listening and paced.  “I can’t do this right now. I have to get ready for work and get my stuff from MJ’s and…” 

Steve panicked. “No, no wait.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry for yelling. We need to work this out. Can you take the week? Let’s get away from the city.  Just you and me.  We can talk, rest, negotiate.”  He came around that table to stop her from pacing and put his hands on her shoulders. “Please love.  I want to fix this.”  

Belle pulled away and reached for her purse that she left on the table.  She glared at Steve and looked back at her phone.  She finally put it down and crossed her arms.  “You have one week, starting today to get me to forgive you.”  

“I can work with that.  Buck, the house,” he said.  

“Perfect.  Its secure and if we leave in the next hour, we can avoid the press and the public.”  

“Sweet pea, go and pack warm.”  

The plane touched down and Belle bounced in her seat.  “Where are we?” asking for the umpteenth time.  

“What part of surprise do you not understand, woman?” 

“What part of talk to me like that again and you will end up on the couch do you not understand Mr. Rogers?” 

Steve groaned but adjusted his jeans, her calling him by his formal title always doing something to him.  “You can’t do that sweet pea.”  

Belle shot him and innocent but flirty look.  “I didn’t do anything.”  

Lucky for both of them, Bucky had headphone in, asleep but woke when the plane jerked to pull into the private hanger.  “We here?” 

“Yeah jerk.”  

Bucky stretched. “Great.  I’ll get the car and we can finish the drive.” As soon as the door was lowered, he was out the door, while Belle and Steve waited.  

“I hate this protocol.  No one knows we’re here,” Belle complained.  

“Just because we didn’t tell anyone doesn’t mean no one knows.  This is just to keep you safe, sweet pea.”  

Belle rolled her eyes and looked out the window.  Steve shook his head and looked at his phone when it buzzed. “C’mon love.  We can go to the car.”  

Bucky drove them out of the airport and into the White Mountain National Forest per the sign Belle saw. She went to reach for her phone to take pictures before Steve pulled it from her grasp.  “Hey!” 

“No, this is for us. I don’t want people to find this place”   

“Steve!” 

“I just want your undivided attention, Miss Davis.  Promise me, we’ll try and fix this?”  

Belle sat back and looked out the window with a sigh.  Steve studied her.  In the couple of months, she had grown more beautiful in his eyes.  Her hair was a fraction longer, her skin was a little more pale from the lack of sun but still beautiful.  She started to look like a mogul’s wife, with her smart shirt and fitted jeans. She was becoming more sophisticated, every inch of her covered in his wealth.  He was proud to call her his but knew this week had to go perfectly in order to achieve that.  

An hour later, they arrived at a beautiful cabin.  From the outside, it looked like a simple cabin. But when Belle entered, it was so much more. The room was an open concept, with floor to ceiling windows that overlooked a lake. A stone fireplace was lit to one side with overstuffed couches in front.  Belle could see a landing that led to several doors.  The kitchen was more modern but with a cement countertop, wood floors and cabinets and state of the art appliances.  Outside, she could see a full table and chairs for cozying around a fire pit and steps leading down to the dock. “Steve, this is beautiful.”  

“The house backs to a lake.  In the summer it would be perfect for swimming or a fire pit. For friends or… kids in the future.”  His cheeks turned pink as he rubbed his neck.  

“Oh.”  Belle chewed the corner of her bottom lip. 

“Something to think about.  Anyway, our room is on the top floor and has all the windows.  I like a lot of light since I paint here when I used to come and get away.  I can give you a tour.”  

Steve walked her through the house.  The main floor also had a sun room. The second floor had three bedrooms with ensuites in each one. “One of these is Bucky’s when he stays here but he decided to stay in the guest house down the way.”  

“I didn’t want to kick him out.”  

“He decided to. After you left on Friday, he said that we needed time together.  He doesn’t want to interfere, but he still wants to keep you safe.” Steve picked up her bag. “He’s right, we need to talk this out.  So let’s unpack and have lunch and we’ll talk ok?” 

“Ok.” Belle tried to keep her optimism but found it difficult.  Her mind still flooded with thoughts of the night before and she walked to the ensuite of the master and closed the door.  She unpacked her makeup case and toiletries, not realizing the tears coming down her face.  She covered her mouth as she tried to cover the sob.  She was lost, unsure of how to move forward. She missed Steve’s arms wrapping around her.  

“Sweet pea, what’s wrong?” He pressed kisses to her head as she continued to cry.  When she didn’t answer, he picked her up and took her back to the bed.  “It’s ok, love.”  

“No, it isn’t. Why am I still thinking of him?” 

“Because he gave you what you needed.  Because I didn’t.” Steve sighed as he leaned his head over hers. “Take a moment, my love. We’re gonna fix this ok?  I promise, I’m going to fix this.”    

NEXT

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[evita-shelby]

A different sort of man

Chapter 5

Cw: cheating (technically?) Racism

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“I will not leave until I have seen him.” Grace demands with her arms crossed.

“The Lady is not to be disturbed, please come back later.” Lady Smallbrook's housekeeper stands her ground and tried to get her to leave.

But Grace heard it all the same, god, he was never this enthusiastic in bed with her.

Angry tears welled up in her eyes.

Wasn’t it enough that she’d given him the boy? Wasn’t it enough that she had killed for him?

Grace takes her gun and aims it at the servants.

“Tell me to leave one more time, and I will shoot.” The Irish woman warned and went to confront her dirty gypsy husband.

He's got dirty blood, no amount of money’s going to wash it off, her aunts and uncles had said and she hadn’t paid attention to their cruel words even when she discovered he still had his way with Lizzie Stark during their long engagement.

“I love you, Evie,” her husband said to the woman who she had believed to have gotten rid off for good in 1919. “God, I missed you.”

Campbell had promised to send her back where she came from for interfering in her mission.

And yet here she was in bed with Grace’s husband.

She could kill them both. She’s got the bullets for it.

But she doesn’t.

Not when the whore takes Thomas’ gun and aims it at her.

“Fire that gun, Miss. Burgess, and I’ll make sure you it’s you who meets us in hell.” The woman threatened and Grace does the best not to cry, but her angry and heartbroken tears flow freely as she stands there like the pathetic wife in a novel.

“How could you?” she shouts at them, at her husband. “How could you?”

“Fuck, fuck,” Eva paces as she tried to make sense of what went wrong.

This Eva has a baby, a complex business and hopefully a diary of sorts.

The only diary, Eva has kept was that one with visions she had in the desert and of no use.

Or could it?

“Call Polly, she might be helpful.” Thomas, not the Tommy who lives here, suggested as he dressed for today.

She should do the same, but in her panic when the three-year-old boy cried for her, she forgot.

There are photographs, a list the other Eva made for Thomas and hopefully a Polly Gray willing to help.

They still spoke to each other, not as warm as it used to be. Polly thought she had been using them when she was told to choose between certain death or boring Lord Smallbrook.

“I know, Shelby. I’m not stupid.” She told her apparent husband.

What had she done wrong? She said the words exactly as it said, what went wrong?

“Should we stop her?” Eva asked and Tommy shrugged as Grace ran out in tears and saying all the horrible things she had been holding back.

Gypsy bastard, bean-eating tramp, son of a whore, brown-skinned foreign whore, fucking tinker.

Tommy wondered if this Thomas knew how racist his wife could be when pushed over the precipice.

Eva never stooped that low, the most hurtful thing she said to him was that he had big fucking head for such a short man and immediately apologized after.

“She’s not my wife, I don’t know.” He said wanting to return to much better things.

“No, but she thinks you are her husband.” Eva pointed out.

“Fuck.” How do you explain, I am not your husband, at least not in my universe?

How do you explain that the Thomas who loves her is stuck in a universe where he got over her less than a few days after she left?

Fuck.

It was one thing pretending to be this Thomas for a day, it will be hell to be Thomas Shelby for any longer than that.

Hell, he already had ruined his marriage in the span of twenty-four hours.

Oh, well, there was nothing he could do about it.

“Do you know what you fucked up in your spell last night?” he asked turning to his real wife.

“I have some theories. One involves the house.”

Up until this year, Eva was relatively weak.

Somewhere, an Eva had begun using her magic to its full potential and opened the tap for every Eva in every fucking universe.

Every attempt at scrying used to end with a headache, once she lost her shadow at a party and her husband may have died because she separated his soul from his body when she played the wicked witch and tied him to a cursed chair.

This Eva had chosen at random following a dumb question by her husband.

What would my life be without you, chovvikanon?

And as luck would have it, the spell had worked and sent him to Grace Burgess’ bed.

At least that universe had her, some universes Eva has been dead for years, is married to someone else, or flat out doesn’t exist.

The obsidian mirror Eva inherited from her late aunt manages to become clear as a window and reveals, not Tommy and his wife. No, it reveals and absolutely livid Grace who just trashed Arrow House in all its gaudiness, packed her things and has her muttering the letter she has written to her cheating husband.

“I lied; the boy isn’t yours.” She says and ordered for Mary to give this to her husband.

“I’m sorry, Thomas.” The witch apologized to the man who is more heartbroken about the boy not being his than his wife leaving.

“I had my suspicions about the boy, but it wasn’t your fault.” He dismissed her apology as he watched Grace take the crying boy and leave his life forever. It hurt him, not that the man would admit it.

“Still, I’m sorry this happened to you.” The witch said softly, and he nodded accepting her sympathies.

When they arrive at Arrow House, a grim-faced Polly and an apologetic Johnny Dogs greet Tommy.

“She took the boy and left a letter, Tom.” The Romani man said, taking his hat off and giving him his sympathies.

“A problem for the other Thomas, Johnny.” Polly said as she took them inside where every painting has been torn apart, everything breakable broken and a letter in a vase missing roses and filled with thorns. “This one is just relieved Grace won’t be an inconvenience.”

“Unfortunately.” Tommy said with a shrug.