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Watch Out For The Quiet Ones (4)

Watch Out For The Quiet Ones: Masterlist

For @the-ss-horniest-book-club Candy Hearts Club - Day 1 - I chose the prompt “cutie pie” and we’re back with everyone’s favorite cutie pie, College!Sub!Bucky…this begins directly after Part 3.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, Bucky’s praise kink.

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Bucky gave you one last kiss and left the room, leaving you to flop back on the bed and think about everything you’d just done, in this bed and in your own.

You hold his cheek, pulling him to you for a kiss. “You’re cute.” That blush again, it’s your weakness. “You’re beautiful.” Now it’s your turn to lower your head, giving him a little grin. “Did I teach you to be this charming?” “That’s a God given talent, ma'am,” he teases.

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To Be With You

For Flash Fiction Challenge 4: Love Songs hosted by @justagirlinafandomworld - 100 words with Colin Shea.

Warnings: general silliness, moment of suggestiveness, some curse words.

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My prompt (which I laughed out loud at) is To Be With You by Mr. Big. Thank you to @theycallmebecca @nomadicpixel @jewels2876 @jobean12-blog​ for the brainstorming and encouragement!

“Would you stop singing that fucking song?!”

“I’m the one who wants to be with you,” Colin croons with a wink, and you throw your empty water bottle directly at his head. He ducks, grins and sings louder as you groan.

“It’s gonna get stuck in my head, you dick.”

“I know something else I can do with my -”

“SHUT UP! You have a whole nice apartment, and couch of your own, that you can sit mostly naked on and sing that annoying song.”

“But then you wouldn’t know that I’m the one who wants to be with you.”

 "…asshole.“

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Lost In The Stars

For Flash Fiction Challenge 4: Love Songs hosted by @justagirlinafandomworld - 100 words with Chris Beck with the prompt “If I Never Knew You” from Pocahontas. 

Warnings: 100 angsty words, spoilers for The Martian …

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Bitter resentment, rising bile in your throat, choking you. The only thing keeping the harsh words bottled inside is the truth that if roles were reversed, and your love was stranded, you would be begging everyone to go back.

His eyes, wordlessly pleading with you to understand.

“Maybe it would have been better if we never met,” you sigh, shaky and defeated.

Beck’s face crumples, searching for the right words to soothe you. “If I never knew you, I’d have been lost forever.”

You swallow a sob, hand touching the monitor. You’ll wait years, for him.

“Come back to me.”

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More Than 100 Days...

My notifications only go back 100 days and that’s to the end of July. I haven’t been logged in to this blog since the end of May (I think).

To see all the love in my inbox, to see people still reading and reblogging my stories, to see everyone I have missed warms my heart. My reasons for going on hiatus are still valid so I don’t know how active I will be, but I promise I will check in more. Don’t hesitate to stop in and say hi! 

For always - take care of each other and yourselves. 

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Port In A Storm

This is my entry for @happygowriting and the 1k Hat Draw Challenge - my dear, with your persistence and talent this is just the first of many milestones for you.

The prompt I drew from the hat was There Was Only One Bed with Frank (Endings Beginnings).

Warnings: little angsty, bickering, alcohol mention, allusions to sexual activity but nothing happens between Frank and Reader. My blogs are 18+ spaces always, do not repost or translate my work.

You're always getting talked into coming to these things.

The buzz has worn off, your friends are all either passed out or hooking up, and you're stuck in the stranger's house until morning - which is only a few hours away. There's little motivation to get an Uber at this hour. Better to find a place to sleep, and deal with your friends in the morning.

You make your way past the bodies on couches and crammed into chairs, pausing outside rooms until a grunt or a giggle alerts you to the activities going on inside. With a sigh, you push on until you find one last room, door open and empty, inviting bed. You're about to shut the door and get settled when a voice down the hall stops you.

"Hey."

The smoky timbre is instantly recognizable, and you tense up.

Frank.

"Any room at the inn?" He jokes, sidling up to you and peering into the room at the one bed.

"No. No way, Frank."

"Why not, darlin'," he pouts. "You really gonna leave me out in the cold?"

"It's eighty degrees outside at 4 A.M.," you snark, "and you have a car. I'm sleeping here. Alone."

"I can't drive right now," he leans closer, his arm on the doorframe and his face hovering right by yours. The scent of alcohol and cigarettes combined with his cologne snakes into your nose and you shake your head to clear it. Your defenses are crumbling, and he knows it, moving a little closer with a grin.

"Fine," you huff, moving past him into the room and kicking off your shoes.

He chuckles, closing the door behind him and toeing off his boots. "What's got you all wound up? I've never broken your heart," he hesitates, peering over at you, "have I?"

"No, but you've slept with all my friends and I'm very tired of you taking up the bulk of the conversation, and cleaning up your messes," you snap, climbing into the bed and facing the wall.

It's quiet for a moment, and you almost turn around to see what he's doing until you feel the bed dip with his weight, and your muscles involuntary tense again. "Relax," he murmurs, his voice tired with an edge of hurt. "I'm not going to try anything, I just want to sleep."

You try to close your eyes, and focus on sleep, but his presence crowds you. His scent, his warmth, his.... righteous indignation?

"Are you actually annoyed with me?"

"Well, you did just call me out. Insult me."

"I don't believe you. You can't possibly be surprised that I would feel that way about you."

Frank sighs, a heavy, exasperated sound. "I'm not surprised, I'm not aggravated, I'm just tired."

You bite your lip, staring at the wall.

A few moments of uneasy silence - and you just can't let it go.

"I don't think it's insulting to point out that you leave a trail of broken hearts everywhere you go. That's just a fact."

"It is insulting, and it's rude. You don't know me, and you don't know why I do the things I do."

"Do you know why you do the things you do?"

Another heavy sigh. "Most of the time, no."

It's quiet again, and now the weight of your words is pressing on you, too. Carefully, you roll away from the wall, and see his eyes glittering back at you in the early morning light growing in the room. "I'm sorry."

Frank blinks, his eyes sleepy. "Me too."

"For what?"

He blinks again, and shifts so his head is resting on his arms folded behind his head, looking up at the ceiling now. "For a lot of things."

You study him as the light grows in the room. You've never noticed that sadness hovering around his edges, the pull of it at his mouth, the fog of it in his eyes. He's right - you have no idea why he does the things he does, but he's not going to pull you in, not now. You wonder how many people have watched him like this as the sun rose, wondering if they would be the one to make him stay.

Frank's eyes drift closed, sleep finally taking him under. You watch him for a while longer before you move a little closer, resting your head on his chest, sleep eluding you as your thoughts swirled. You can't open your heart to someone like him, it's a foolish notion, but if he needs a port to hide from the storm inside himself, you'll consider it.

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Always Leave Me Wanting More

This is for the delightful @ohmoonbeam and the Live Once Writing Event - my prompt combo is:

“You always leave me wanting more, I can't shake my hunger for” - Strawberries & Cigarettes, Troye Sivan - Friends With Benefits - Steve Rogers

Warnings: vague smut, naturally, with language/dirty talk - my blogs are 18+ spaces always. I do not give permission for my work to be translated or reposted.

Your bed still smelled like him.

You probably should have changed the sheets, but you couldn't bear to. He'd been tangled in them with you last night, and now when you buried your head in the pillow you smelled him, and it was exquisite torture.

It seemed like a great idea in the beginning. Just to work out some stress after missions, no strings, no feelings - just friends. Steve was a friend. A really good friend...who was really good in bed.

You had no idea if what you felt for Steve was changing. You just knew that now your body ached for him in a way that it hadn't when this first started. Only after missions turned into a couple of nights a week and you always wanted more...and Steve would oblige.

Staring at briefings and dinner - his eyes would meet yours and your skin would heat up under your clothes, electricity running across your skin in all the places he'd marked you as his that no one else would see. When you touched yourself, it was with his name on your lips. You were hungry for more...craved his touch, his kisses, his head between your legs making you cry from overstimulation and then your legs wrapped around his waist as he filled you to the brim.

You thrashed in the bed for a moment, frustrated and on edge. There would be no rest until you had Steve.

With a pretty good idea of where to find him, you wandered down to the gym. The solid sound of fists hitting the bag drifted through the hall and then the sight of him - you nearly moaned out loud. Dripping, his shirt and sweats clinging to him, his back muscles flexing with each punch. You stood in the doorway watching, speechless, until he stopped and took a deep breath, speaking before he turned around to face you.

"Can smell you from here, sweetheart."

By the time he turned around you were smirking, rolling the hem of your shorts between your fingers. "Not my fault you have those super senses."

He chuckled, and starting removing the tape from his knuckles. "So. You're looking for me."

It wasn't a question. "Yes."

Steve raised an eyebrow, his lips curling in a little knowing smile. "I saw you last night."

"I'm feeling tense," you blurted out. "Looks like you are too."

He shrugged, wiping the sweat from his face with a towel and you nearly moaned out loud again - the way his bicep curled as he brought the towel to his face, like when you were on top and he brought his arm up to cup the back of your neck...

When you focused again, you realized that Steve must have been staring at you for a while. He cleared his throat and picked up his gym bag. "Let me shower, sugar. Then I'll be over." He walked up to you and whispered in your ear, "can you be a good girl and be patient for me?"

Your eyes drifted closed as you whimpered and nodded, clenching your thighs together. Steve kissed your cheek before leaving.

Steve showered faster than usual, and you'd only been back in your room for a few minutes before you heard the knock on your door and then he was pulling on your clothes and kissing you senseless.

"Have any idea what you did to me tonight?" His words felt like scolding but his tone was light, his expression between kisses teasing. "Coming into the gym like that, practically dripping for me - you're lucky I didn't take you right there."

"I wouldn't have cared, Steve," you answer honestly, pulling up his shirt. "I just needed you, wanted you."

You fall back on the bed, your head cradled in his hand. "Need and want are dangerous words." He's settling between your legs, his hands pushing your thighs further apart and he's breathing in so deeply with his face so close to you that you wouldn't be surprised if he's taking a bit of your soul into his lungs. "I think I need and want to make you cum on my tongue at least twice before I even consider giving you my cock."

You can't help yourself. "Language, Stevie."

He meets your grin with a twinkle in his eye, licking his lips. "You asked for it. Three times."

"Woe is me," you sass, but your breath is shaken from you with the first stroke of his tongue.

It's another night of sheets twisted around bodies slick with sweat, moans echoing with the sound of skin on skin, tongues speaking secrets into each other's mouths. You're sore and satisfied and staring at Steve as he dozes next to you, his head on that pillow that you know will smell like him tomorrow night and you won't want to change it. Tomorrow you'll be hungry for him again, because now he always leaves you wanting more.

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Head Start

This is for my darling @buckyownsmylife and her 2k breeding kink challenge! Eyre, you're a gift. Thank you for your friendship.

My character is Steve Rogers and my AU prompt was Roommate.

Warnings: breeding kink, obviously, so smut (vague of course and this is really soft) - my blogs are 18+ spaces always. I do not give permission to translate or repost my work on other sites.

Steve Rogers was the best roommate.

Yes, even when he woke up at 5am every day to go for a run. Sure, sometimes the activity in the apartment would wake you up, but the coffee was always hot and ready for you when you woke up.

Steve was always doing little thoughtful things like that for you. Buying two kinds of milk so you always had your favorite in the fridge. Carrying your laundry bags down to the machine in the basement so you didn't have to. He had to have a sixth sense for it because he always knew when you needed a movie night, junk food and cuddles. Steve was better than all of your previous boyfriends combined...but he was only your roommate.

Unless...maybe he wasn't only your roommate.

"Steve?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He angled his head to catch your eye, as you looked up from where you were snuggled against his chest.

"Do you think it's weird that we always cuddle when we watch tv?"

Steve frowned, cute little lines digging into his forehead and you wanted to smooth them out with your finger. "No...why, do you not like it?"

"No, no, I do," you reassured him, "but when you get a girlfriend...or I get a boyfriend," the frown lines grew deeper, "they may not like it."

"Well, that's unacceptable. I'm always going to need cuddles from my best girl."

His best girl. How long had it been since Steve had brought someone home? He had that girlfriend when you'd moved in, and that hadn't lasted long. You'd been single since you moved in.

Why would you look for a man when you had Steve Rogers making you coffee in the morning and cuddling you on the couch in front of the TV at night?

Steve's watching some documentary about choosing the right preschools, and you're bored out of your mind. "Why are we watching this?"

Steve shrugs. "I thought it was interesting."

"It's only interesting if you have kids."

"I'm gonna have kids some day!"

"Yeah but you have to get out of here and find the woman to have the kids with first!"

Your voice was joking, but the deafening silence in the room choked off your air. You're almost too nervous to lift your head from his chest and look at his face, but you do and it's just as bad as you thought.

Steve is looking down at you like he got his hand stuck in the cookie jar. It's all over his face - he hasn't been having a hard time finding a girl, he's been deliberately not looking.

"Oh."

It's all you can think to say. It's a surprise but also there's a big part of you that's been unconsciously doing the same thing - not wanting to find someone to interrupt you playing house with Steve Rogers.

Steve Rogers, who is now staring at you like he's afraid you're going to get up and run away. But you don't.

You climb into his lap and kiss him, hard.

He's stunned for a moment until his hands find your waist, pulling you closer against him as you open up to him, letting him find what he's been seeking. You kiss until you're out of breath and then you pull away, your eyes opening slowly to find his staring back at you.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I was trying to figure out how..."

You try to shush him, kissing him again quickly. "It's okay, Steve."

"You're asking me why I'm not out trying to find a girl, and it's because I had the perfect one here with me at home."

Your heart melts down in your chest, reforged into a shape that belongs to Steve only. Grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer, you kiss the breath from him and whisper, "take me to bed, Steve."

He almost chokes on air. "Are - are you sure?"

"Yes. Please. I want to be yours," you look into his eyes, "your best girl."

Steve stands up from the couch, carrying you to his room. "My best girl," he echos you, "mine."

"Yes," you answer breathlessly, and he lays you down carefully on his bed.

You've seen Steve without his shirt countless times, wandering around the apartment in just sweatpants. Sometimes, in just a towel fresh from the shower. He's seen you in your tiny bathrobe and your little sleep shorts, tank tops with no bra on underneath. Still, this is first time you've taken off everything and you're both moving slowly and admiring, and in Steve's case he's practically worshipping. Greeting all of your newly exposed skin with soft kisses and sweet praises and you've never felt so adored.

"Are you sure?" He asks you, hovering above you, poised to cross this boundary forever.

"Yes," you answer, feeling him hard at your entrance. "I'm yours."

You're home. You're with him, completely, soft words and kisses between you as he makes you his. You're watching how he's holding himself back, how the veins are popping out in his neck and along his arms as he holds his body up over yours. And then you remember - "you want to give me a baby, Steve?"

His eyes widen. "Sweetheart, what are you saying?"

"That's what you want, right?" You coo, running your hands over his arms and massaging his shoulders. "You want to see me all round with your baby - tell everyone that I'm yours and full of you, that we made something beautiful together."

"Oh honey," he closes his eyes a moment, his hips stuttering against yours, "yeah, yeah that's what I want."

"Then do it, Steve," your voice is low but steady, the pleading edge creeping in the closer you get to your own peak. "Take me, own me...breed me."

It's like something snaps - Steve lowers himself so he's only held up by his elbows, pressing to you more urgently everywhere. His mouth to yours, his skin to yours and especially the way he's finally let go so passionately for you, pushing inside you with purpose and making every inch of your body sing for him. You finish first, with a cry of his name, and he follows soon after with a shout, emptying himself inside you.

You're both wrapped around each other completely, reluctant to move. Steve presses his forehead to yours, holding you tightly in his arms. "I want to build our life together."

"Well, we've had a great head start."

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Talk to me about friends with benefits Chris Beck.

First of all, I love you but this ask had me all

18+ ONLY UNDER THE CUT

It started as a matter of convenience, of course. Neither of you had the time for a real relationship, you spent all your time together at work. Your chemistry was fantastic on the job, why wouldn't it be in the bedroom? This was just a means to an end, both of you scratching an itch, it wouldn't affect your friendship - no feelings.

No feelings.

That's it, baby, feels so good

Show me what I do to you

Who does this pretty pussy belong to?

You gasped, answering in a shaky voice - fuck....Beck, you. I belong to you.

That's right, baby. Yeah, you do.

So to see him flirting with the new intern in his sheepish, cute manner made your blood boil in a way that you know it wouldn't if you hadn't started this whole bullshit arrangement in the first place.

And Beck's eyes flashing with anger as you let your colleague buy you a drink after a team building exercise, the way your glance drifted to Beck before letting your hand rest lightly on the other man's forearm - well that was just the price of doing business, wasn't it?

It wasn't a surprise when Beck pulled you away from the bar when your companion excused himself, pushing you against the wall around the corner.

"Trying to make me jealous?"

You smirked. "Why, is it working?"

He pushed against you, crowding you against the wall so you could feel how hard he was - for you, only you - "what do you think? Didn't I tell you that you were mine?"

"You better start fucking acting like it."

You didn't even make it home, the backseat of the car harboring the moans and gasps as the windows clouded over with the lust of two people too stubborn to admit when sex was more than an experiment.

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Since it's mother's day.......

Breeding Kink with Bucky Barnes

Oh, yes. A favorite subject. And can't you just imagine how sweet Bucky would be - helping your little one arrange gifts and breakfast on a tray to wake you as a sweet surprise, making sure you had a good day and taking care of you - but first...

You, my darling, are a gift. This is for you.

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Everything is a blur.

A hot, dark, dizzy blur as you slip into a consciousness of pure pleasure, held in place by an arm of flesh and an arm of metal.

He speaks to you, soft and sweet, and you answer in gasps and moans.

That's my good girl

Fuck, you're so tight around me

Wanna fill you up, doll, want you full of me

Yes - you answer, a whisper and a whine. Yes, Bucky.

You wanna have my baby? Let everyone see who you belong to?

Yes - you breathe hard and fast, hips rising to meet his, needing to feel him release inside you.

Then come for me baby girl, let me feel it, squeeze me and make me fuck my baby into you. You know daddy wants to give it to you. Daddy wants to give you everything you want.

You shudder, drenching him as he thrusts deep and gives you everything, everything you want, everything you need.

Buck...

You whisper, catching your breath as he holds you down, safe under his weight.

Mine, baby girl. All mine.

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Sunflower

For @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Love In Bloom Challenge - the flower is sunflower which represents "false riches". It's our favorite Grifter couple doing their thing - you and Charles Blackwood running the con.

Warnings: language, one unwelcome grope, one very welcome spank, vague smut - oral (f receiving), sex, Possessive Charles. My blogs are 18+ spaces always. This contains adult content and you must be 18+ to click the read more.

An endless field of sunflowers under a searing sun. An outdoor event - rows of smokers and the smell of meat permeating the air. Texas society is different than what you're used to back East.

But wherever you are, money is money. Pretending that you have it so you can take it from the undeserving is your specialty.

A drop of sweat rolls down your back and you try to ignore it, focusing on your mark.

"You need a refill, darlin'?" The older man drawls, cigar held in his chubby fingers and smirk curling his lips.

"Yes, please," you simper, handing him your glass and narrowing your eyes as he wanders off. He's rich - filthy rich, oil tycoon - and you only need one more piece of information until you can ride off with enough to last through the winter. Taking advantage of his absence, you scan the crowd for your partner.

Charles has the man's daughter backed against a picket fence, his hand just to her side on a fence post, her little face looking up to him in an imitation of a woman. Barely out of her teens and so far out of her league, you have to laugh. Were you ever that naivé?

You know for a fact that you weren't.

Charles brushes his finger down her bare arm slowly, his body blocking the movement from the rest of the guests. You chuckle under your breath at her flustered expression.

The girl's father returns to your side, and he's not as subtle as Charles, taking an unwelcome handful of your ass. Your face betrays nothing, as you giggle girlishly, making him feel appreciated and coveted - until you have the money. But out of the corner of your eye you see Charles, and the flash of annoyance he can't hide in his eyes.

Good, you think to yourself. He's always better in bed when he has something to prove.

Your plan works perfectly as always, distractions in place and information gained, and it's not until you're across state lines that you're flashing some of your newly acquired cash to get a room for the night.

Charles has you pushed against the wall, stripping your clothes from you in a hot rush. "Say that you're mine," he demands, but it's childish and you roll your eyes.

"Would you ever doubt that? This jealousy is unbecoming, Charles."

He falls to his knees before you, lifting your leg over his shoulder and burying his face in your folds as you gasp and grab his hair. He takes you just to the edge before he tips his face up to look at you, your arousal smeared on his lips and chin.

"Don't deny that you love when I get like this."

You huff out a laugh, pulling his hair harder. He rises to his feet, turning you so you face the wall and giving your ass a squeeze and a spank that makes you whine. "You're mine. No one else's. Say it."

"Charles," you coo, leaning your forehead against the wall and pushing your hips back to coax him on. "You know I'm yours. Stop being foolish, and fuck me already."

You brace your hands on the wall as he pushes in, his mouth leaving wet kisses along your shoulders and neck. His hands grip your hips, and you know he's marking you, pushing hard with his fingertips. Staking his claim.

As if you could ever belong to anyone but Charles Blackwood. You were two of a kind.

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Magnolia

For @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Love In Bloom Challenge - the flower is magnolia which represents "love of nature". How about a fishing trip with Sam Wilson?

No Warnings but my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

"What are you so worried about?" Sam chuckles, as you check the straps on your life jacket for the fifth time.

"I just want to be safe," you grumble, and you kiss the tip of his finger as he pulls playfully at your pouted lip.

"You know I'll keep you safe."

You wrinkle your nose as he shows you how to bait the hook, but you beam at his praise when you get it right. "That's my girl!" He helps you cast your line and your eye is drawn to the streaks of sunlight on the water.

"Now what?" You ask after he casts his own line.

"Now we wait, and see if they're biting."

The boat rolls a little aggressively with the water, and you whine. Sam laughs, and pulls you close with his arm around your waist. You're comforted by the gesture, glancing around at the sparkling water, the fluffy clouds in the sky, and the magnolia trees raining soft petals at the shoreline. Looking away from the scene in front of you, your eyes fall on Sam.

"It's gotta count for something that your very indoorsy girlfriend who's scared of boats and doesn't like worms came out here with you, right?"

Sam throws his head back, laughing hard and pulling you closer. "Baby, it counts for a lot."

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Cornflower

For @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Love In Bloom Challenge - the flower is cornflower which represents "good luck charm". We're back with Colin Shea as he tries to prove himself to you.

No Warnings but my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

You almost turn around and go home three times on your way to the bar where Colin's band is playing.

It's not that you don't believe Colin when he says he wants to prove himself. It's just that this is probably the worst place he could start to try, so you're pretty resigned to watching the usual girls throw themselves at him while he basks in the attention, and you drink whiskey at the bar all night.

Beelining it to your usual spot at the bar once you arrive, you're trying to stay under the radar but the loud "HEY!" floating out at the crowd from the speakers stops you in your tracks.

"It's the prettiest neighbor in my building!"

You scoff and roll your eyes, scooting to your barstool. "We live with a bunch of senior citizens, that's not saying much!"

He laughs, and the band starts their next song, but you're hiding your face behind your hands until your drink arrives. You can't hide your smile though, or the way you're pleased by Colin's eyes on you.

It's different. You're getting dirty looks from the girls who hang around and the bartender brings you a second drink for free. At the break in between sets, Colin wades through the crowd, politely sidestepping the usual suspects as he heads towards you. He's holding something behind his back and you're giving him an intrigued smile until he presents you with a bouquet of cornflowers.

"Colin," you breathe out, surprised, your hands shaking as you take the flowers. "Why..."

He shrugs, sheepish but pleased. "The florist said they were a good luck charm. Figured I needed it, so you would know...you know..."

Your hand on the back of his neck pulling him close to you cuts off his sentence, and you press your lips to his in a quick, soft kiss.

"It's working."

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Duotone Carnation

For @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Love In Bloom Challenge - the flower is duotone carnation which represents "I cannot be with you". Earlier this month Ransom Drysdale left you to make a decision - where has that left you?

Warnings: vague nondescript smut, persuasive and possessive Ransom - my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

Think about it. I'll be back tomorrow.

The words turned over in your head as Ransom drove away. You cleaned up your gardening tools, and you hid inside your house with no escape from the storm in your mind.

It was a long night of memories.

"And you are?"

A handsome face with a touch of cruelty. Amusement bordering on scorn. "I'm Ransom."

Why had you decided to accept his dinner invitation? Why had you allowed yourself to share his bed? You tossed and turned, hating that you ached for his body pressing on yours.

"That's it, that's my good girl. You know I love it when you use your mouth like that, love your mouth all full....full with my --"

STOP.

You sat up in bed, sweaty and flushed. You didn't even realize you'd said the word out loud. The sky outside your window was grey - a bleak dawn.

Ransom was coming.

This time you were ready for him, standing calmly in your garden waiting and watching as he pulled up to the front gate and climbed out of the BMW, all long limbs and careless attitude. The wind blew through the snapdragons and the carnations, tossing the bright colors in the muted, overcast light.

He didn't speak as he walked up to you, his lush mouth set in a smug line.

"I cannot be with you."

"Well, hello to you too," he chuckled darkly, his hands reaching out to rub down your arms, pausing to grip lightly at your elbows. "Let's go sit inside, and talk about this."

"There's no need to sit. You're not staying." Your voice was clear and firm, but your eyes betrayed you. Darting like a trapped animal and wet with unshed tears, they gave you away. Your body was still drawn to his, despite what your brain said. You could feel the arousal soaking through your panties as he kept eye contact, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

"Let's go inside," he spoke softly, too sweetly, cloying like honey.

You let him turn you, hold your arm as you walked inside, and when Ransom slammed the door and pushed you up against it you almost sighed in relief. He caged you in with his arms, biceps straining the knit of his sweater. You whimpered, and he smirked.

"Thought you were going to be all virtuous and noble, huh, kitten?" He growled, his eyes drawn to your lips. "Admit it - you want to be with me. You want me." You stared up at him, desire burning in your eyes, and gasped as he pushed his hand up your skirt and felt between your legs, a satisfied groan breaking out from his chest. "Your body doesn't lie, darling."

Your eyes close and you swallow hard, rolling your hips into his hand and bracing your hands on his chest, your fingers tracing the pattern of the cable knit. All your good intentions fly away. "Yes, Ransom. Stay."

The hand not stroking you grips your chin, and you open your eyes and stare into his. "You're mine. You hear me?"

"Yes." You answer quickly. "Stay."

He smiles, victorious, and you watch eagerly as he opens his pants and holds your leg by your thigh to push inside you and crush his lips to yours, swallowing your moan. The kiss breaks for sweet words - "I'll be good, I'll be better for you this time."

He's lying.

You don't care now, but you will.

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Hyacinth

For @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Love In Bloom Challenge - the flower is hyacinth which represents "please forgive me" - in Part 13 of I'm Not Done With You ...will you?

No Warnings besides language but my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

You pulled up and parked outside the diner and hoped for a moment alone to collect yourself but there he was.

Frank.

In that same damn jacket, cigarette dangling from his lip, hair pushed back carelessly, stubble on his cheeks. It was like you'd stepped in a time machine and the last ten months hadn't happened.

But they had.

You sighed, and turned off the engine, throwing your keys into your bag and stepping out of the car. Frank studied you - this was what had annoyed you about him in the beginning, it was never that he was just looking, he was studying, and he figured it all out. All the things you hid behind your mask. You'd resented it until you reveled in his knowledge of you. And then, he was gone.

You kept your distance, stepping up onto the sidewalk, your hand clutching your bag. Emotion lodged in your throat. Fucking feelings.

"Hey, Frank."

"Hey," his voice was soft, and he dropped the cigarette, crushing it under the toe of his boot. "Thanks for meeting me."

You nodded, afraid to speak. He didn't reach for you, or try to hug you. He simply gestured to the door, and you stepped in front of him to enter. The bright hyacinths in the planters mocked you with their cheerfulness. You'd never been cheerful to begin with.

That's probably why Frank liked you.

Sitting across from him in a booth, you clutched your mug of coffee, deriving comfort from the warmth.

"So," you started, watching his fingers tap anxiously on the table. "You wanted to meet."

"Yeah...." He sighed, pushing back from the table a little. His eyes drifted to yours, and you remembered the last time you saw him. His eyes reflecting the rising sun, leaving your apartment - 'I'm not done with you'...

"I just... it's not often that I come back to places. It's easier, without," he waved his hand in the empty space between you both and you nodded once.

Easier without feelings.

"But I'm back, and we're gonna see each other, and I wanted to ...clear the air."

You let it sink in, letting him stew in his discomfort. Finally, you spoke.

"You know you don't owe me anything, Frank. We were never together."

"But we..."

"We fucked." You whispered it, to protect you both from the people in the booths around you.

"It wasn't just..."

"Stop right there."

Frank stopped, his mouth closing and his bottom lip jutting out a little, enough to make you giggle. "Look at you. A girl in every port. Some boys, too, I bet. What, you need to make sure I'm not going to make things difficult for you? I'm sure you know that I'd never do that."

His eyes pierced yours. "I thought about you."

I thought about you, too.

You don't say it.

"Look," he takes a shaky breath. He's actually nervous. "I just want to know if you can forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive."

"Don't be like that. Please...forgive me."

That emotion threatens to close your throat again. Just when you think you know a guy. "Okay, Frank. I forgive you." He noticably relaxes and you can't help a little laugh. "Doesn't mean I'm gonna fuck you again."

Frank sits back, settling into his old self. He picks up his coffee and his eyes sparkle at yours over the rim of the mug. "Not trying to fuck you."

Sure.

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Holly

For @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Love In Bloom Challenge - the flower is holly which represents "domestic happiness" - so I turn once again to my Government Bureaucrat Daddy, Scott Huffman.

No Warnings but my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

Evergreen.

The dependable, every day routine would always be punctuated with stress, and worries, and annoyances. But at the end of every day, you were there. And so was he.

Day in and day out, jobs demanded time, children needed attention, but your love was evergreen. Always in bloom through soft, sweet nights and hectic mornings. Weekday bedtimes and weekend chores, date nights and family vacations.

If it ever seemed too much, if tensions threatened to erupt or the stress became unbearable, you knew to step back and be present when he needed. He'd do the same for you. Life could never be perfect, but you had him and he had you, and that was all you needed.

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Snowdrop

For @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Love In Bloom Challenge - the flower is snowdrop which represents "hope and beauty". In brainstorming with @happygowriting Curtis came up, and even though I've never written for him I was inspired by their amazing work with the character to write him as a gift - Thank you ❤️

No Warnings but my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

Years of devastation, of tragedy, of survival through sheer stubbornness. All for this - a second chance under an open sky for the first time in years.

A world awakening, snow and ice receding and life renewing. Curtis fell to his knees, his hands trembling as he carefully brushed the delicate white flowers with his dirty fingers. They had pushed through what remained of the snow, blooming despite the adversity.

And so would he.

The flowers shivered on the wind of hope, the capacity for change, and the promise of tomorrow.