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“I’m not mad”, 3 word prompts

I couldn’t sleep last night and instead of writing the prompt that has an actual deadline and due in a few days, I decided to write this because @sothischickshe is so nice and keeps giving me internet kudos, and I wanted to answer their prompt. <3 This is kind of a weird, nonsensical conversation. I know I’m not selling it, but truly I wrote it at 3 in the morning. Also yes, there’s lot of endearments in this that haven’t yet been used this way in the show, don’t @ me. 

On Ao3, too. 

Set: One day in the future when Brio is an item. 

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Beth had made a mistake. She had started the bread late, off schedule.

The meet with their new contact was pushed back from a blithe afternoon meet and greet at Rio’s bar to eight in the evening semi-dinner that wasn’t incredibly tense but not really the kind of thing you actually wanted to eat at. But, regardless of business woes, she was still committed to making walnut bread whether she liked it or not. The parent group for Emma, Jane, and Marcus’s soccer team organized a bake sale for the team. Despite the ever-present shadiness of upper-middle-class, overly prideful parents, she had happily committed herself to three loaves - one for each of the children. It could be worse. At least she was no longer at a stage where all of her babies were elementary school-aged, and running ragged trying to room mother and volunteer at games.

Successful as the day was with their new connects, her whole bread-making schedule had been thrown off. By the time they had gotten home it was after eleven and she just had time to start the bulky second prove before she collapsed in exhaustion from the long day. Rio had tugged her zombie-like to bed.

But that was then and this was - now. Her over-disciplined mind had woken her up at an hour that still qualified as the middle of the night to shape the bread. Beth tried to undergo the mental gymnastics of which floorboards to avoid, to make it all the way to the kitchen without stirring Rio, but damn if she was still tired. He who must not be disturbed was snoring softly at her shoulder. Beth could already hear him, but she would just take it slow. She started first with one arm, and then the next. Limb by limb she freed herself from his all too enticing warmth and peeled away the blankets.

Slowly, she shifted her weight out of the bed, as a hand emerged out from under the piles of blankets to snag her own wrist.

Fuck. She moved two feet and she already got caught.

“Where you goin’?” Rio says it slow, rolling like molasses through his exhaustion and the fog of sleep. Rio always collapses into slumber, chronically under-rested. He took the luxury of rest where he could. It meant he slept heavy and he was always fussy to be interrupted. Beth leans back into the bed and kisses his temple, then his cheekbone.

She leans into his ear to whisper, “I need to go check on the dough.”

Beth strokes the scrunch of his brow, kisses the bridge if his nose. She’s pulling out all the stops.

“Go back to sleep, baby.”

He groans. The sound is loud in the darkness of their bedroom. Beth loves it, she loves him sleepy but holds her ground.

There’s a short pause, as she continues to stroke his temple. She’s hoping he decides to go back to sleep, he’s waiting for her to get back into their bed. For a moment, it’s a stalemate. Then, he gives.

Another groan - a purely theatrical protest, he certainly could answer a work text at any hour of the night.  He runs his hands over his face trying to clear the sleep and then continues to make his little show by lumbering out of bed as if this asshole ever had an ungraceful day in his life. “I’m goin’ wit you.”

She huffs. “I’m fine.”

“Nah, you want to do this now. So we’re gonna do it.”

“Go back to bed.” Beth sternly whispers, trying to keep her voice down. For who she isn’t sure. They’re alone, the kids at their respective parents for the week. Maybe she does it to maintain the decency of the hour.

“You go back to bed.”

His fingers reach out to her, curling under the top of her pajamas, and pulling her closer towards the mattress. Rio’s hands are warm and big against the softness of her skin there. She considers relenting, inviting his body to curl back around her, knows she could probably get an orgasm out of this. But, the children!

“Let’s just buy it tomorrow.”

A year ago she would have scoffed, offended. Now she just rolls her eyes at him the dark. Maybe he can’t quite see but she knows that he knows.

She catches his hands. Slaps him on the wrist.

“If you’re coming with me you have to behave.”

“No.”

“Christopher.”

“Fuck. You sound like my middle school math teacher, Mrs. Ramos-“

“Or like your mother.”

“Or like a really mean librarian. Mrs. Castillo-“

“Oh my god. Let’s go.”

-

Rio collapses on a chair at the island, blearily keeping an eye on her. Beth turns on one of the lights in the kitchen. Halfway through her checking unearthing the proved dough, he starts playing Animal Crossing on his phone. She recognizes the app jingle.

“The kids play that.”

“E’rybody plays it.”

“I mean kids do.”

“Sweetheart, it was on the GameCube in ‘01.”

Beth scrunches her face at him. It’s an ungodly hour, he’s pouting like her youngest, who is for the record an eight-year-old who plays Animal Crossing, and watering his fucking crops or fishing or whatever. She lets herself digress because certainly, she wouldn’t be the first to indulge in childish behavior. Also, the fucking GameCube? This guy. “How old are you again?”

“Four years younger than you.” This is a pattern they’ve fallen into, a refrain. The other day he finally showed her his license but then she reminded him, it could be fake for all she knew.

“No one our age played the GameCube.”

“Your age maybe. My age they did.”

Fuck him.  She glowers.

“What, your old hubby never played Galaga? Or whatever the fuck boorish white dudes played in the 90s? Bet he was a Tetris guy.”

“First of all, Tetris is fine. I’ve seen you play Tetris! And white people play Animal Crossing.” She ends a touch snidely.

“Yeah. Like I said, everybody plays it. Nintendo is the shit.”

She would know. All of her children, and her pseudo-eldest, Annie, cannot remove themselves from whatever the Nintendo calls itself these days. All of Annie’s social media updates have been about her virtual island. And then Ruby had started using Sarah’s console, and joined Annie there - on that island. They took kind-of cute cartoon pictures wearing matching hot pink outfits with what they adamantly claimed was “juice” but was definitely a daiquiri. Beth was just feeling a little left out is all.  

“I thought you said you didn’t like the phone game.”

“It’s not good like the Switch, but it’s a fix.”

“Uh huh.”

“Besides your sister is blowin’ shit way the fuck out of proportion on New Horizons. I already visited her damn tacky island three times this week. She bought a fuckin’ port-a-potty and put it in her house. It’s fuckin’ weird. She kept insisting we take screenshots by it-“

Beth stops listening, distracted as an image of a cartoon Rio drinking mimosas with Annie and Ruby on stylized furniture flashes in her mind's eye.

“Don’t pout, darlin’.”

She scoffs and then her lips purse a little more.

“It ain’t becoming’.”

The bowl she’s working with clatters a bit as her movements become more vigorous.

“Did you just tell me to ‘smile’ at four-thirty in the morning?”

He opens his mouth as if to answer her, shuts it, and pointedly continues tapping on his phone. After a minute he lowers the volume. All that can be heard is the jingle playing softly.

She continues shaping the bread. Rio migrates over to the living room and Beth hears him collapse on the couch. She stores the bread, tucking it back into it’s proving spot, and sets the timer so she can wake up and bake the dough later in the morning.

“Elizabeth.” It’s not lush, weighty like he usually says it. He lets sleep curl around it and soften the syllables. She comes to perch against the open entrance of the living room. Rio’s pulled a blanket down with him on the couch and is being purposefully charming. It works but god is it annoying.

“Sweetheart, c’mere.”

She stares at him.

“Don’t be that way.”

Beth lofts her head. “I’m not mad.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Let’s go to bed.”

“C’mere, please.”

He lifts the blanket. She glimpses his hoodie-clad body underneath and she knows the toasty warmth of his body and she knows she’s mad for no reason, so she tries to get over it, and goes to lie with him on the couch.

They wrap themselves around each other. He kisses her forehead. “You just feel old because it’s five in the mornin’ and that makes everyone feel like shit.” He dips down to kiss the grooves under her eyes. “You interrupted our beauty sleep.”

His kisses travel the frame of her face and then he continues.

“Also, your girlfriends and I aren’t going to decide we all like each other better and un-invite you to the party.” He pecks her lips. “Besides your sister’s a freak and there’s no way she’s replacin’ you as my best friend. No way anyone is replacin’ you.”

“Not even Mick?”

She notices that he makes an uncommitted noise, but allows herself to melt further into their embrace, kisses his shoulder. She lets herself be soft.

“I love you.”

His hands dip lower to the swell of her ass. She can tell he’s eyeing the way her boobs swell up pressed against his chest.

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“Either say you love me back or go to sleep, Christopher.”

He chuckles and whispers a quick I-love-you into the shell of her ear and then a nip, “How much time we got before you check the bread again?”

Now she’s laughing. Fuck it. They’re up anyway. She kisses him, dips down to suck a mark into one of the wings at his neck.

“Plenty of time.”

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Every Lie That You Told Prt.2-Tyler Seguin

Note: You guy asked for it, So here it is. Part 2. Sorry it took so long, but alas! Let me know if you guys want a part 3. Any feedback is appreciated! 

Part 1

Part 3

Warnings: Cussing, a bit of light smut.

“Please remain seated until the captain has turned off the seat belt sign. Thank you for your cooperation one of Us will  Be around to pick up Your trash and prepare you for Landing.” You hung up the phone and sat back down, pulling out your phone, which was on airplane mode. 

You unlocked your phone and went to your messages, immediately pressing Tyler and aimlessly scrolling through the thread. You hadn’t responded to any of his

Messages after the whole mess. You were a lot of things, a cheater and a home wrecker were not one of them. You read back The texts that he had sent, after The fourth day he had stopped and Resulted into calling you,

“Please let me explain.”

“It’s not what you think.”

“Come on y/n were friends we can talk about this.” That one hurt no matter how true it

Was. 

“Babe...please.” You closed your eyes and laid your head back against the headrest. Flashbacks of that argument flashing through your head. 

x-x

“I’m a uh friend. I didn’t

Know anyone was supposed to be coming over.”

You stuttered. It wasn’t a lie at all. You waited for

Her to respond, you could cut through the silence.

“I’m Chelsea. the girl he’s seeing.” You knew this looked bad considering what you were wearing but the only thing you can think of is ‘he lied.’

“Look I’ll just-“ 

“Hey y/n I thought we could eat and…” you shut your

Eyes.

 Of Course now would be the moment Tyler decided to walk in. You opened your eyes to see him Staring in shock at you and Chelsea, more so at the blonde.

“Chels what are you-“ 

“Don’t you dare ask what I’m doing here Tyler Seguin.” She was screeching by now which wasn’t helping your hang over. Tyler stayed quiet

Not really sure what to Say about the whole thing. You cleared your throat and did the only Thing you could think of.

“I’m just going to go get my clothes and go.” Tyler stared at you and then back at the blonde. You really hoped he’d stop

You, or he’d tell you no. But instead he stayed in the kitchen rooted to

His spot as you walked back to His room to change back into the dress you came in, all three dogs following behind you. 

x-x

That  was the last time you had seen or Talked to him. Now you were on a flight Home from California, back to Dallas where you could enjoy your three days off and hopefully catch up on sleep and block out the world. At Least that was the plan. 

As the plane landed, you let the passengers exit, got Your stuff, clocked out and headed out to the parking lot. You were exhausted and just wanted to sleep. Getting into Your car you plugged your phone in to charge when your phone lit up from a message from one of your friends.

You opened your messages and frowned when you saw what she had sent you. There in front of you was a screenshot of Tyler’s Instagram story, of the cute blonde...Chelsea was it? In his lap, hanging onto him, while he talked to

His friends around him. He wasn’t really holding her but he wasn’t pushing her off either.

Today was the barbecue that you were supposed to go to but you had to work. Even if you didn’t, at this point you wouldn’t have gone. 

Underneath the picture you’re friend responded with a wtf?! You sighed locking Your phone and driving Out of the parking lot not Really wanting to deal with any of it. 

You had done well to push away the sinking feeling in your stomach every time you thought of the two. You did well to ignore the feeling of jealousy when you saw that screen shot, and you’ve done really well as to not Cry anymore over Tyler Seguin. 

You drove home not really knowing what to say or think. He was either seeing her or sleeping with her and either way you weren’t too thrilled about either. You were well aware that you guys weren’t together but you two were always honest, you just wanted to know what made this one so special, special enough to not tell you. 

You were both two single adults and you were through feeling sad over the fact that he had lied and made you seem like a homewrecker, you were done with playing it safe. You were done following the rules Tyler had managed to lay out without actually saying them. Maybe you did have feelings for him that you didn’t realize till now but that didn’t mean you couldn’t change it, that didn’t mean you couldn’t get over him. You had the space you needed to distance yourself from him and you had more than enough time, it wasn’t like you worked for him. 

Walking up to your apartment your body felt slightly lighter as you opened the door and took your shoes off. You knew what you had to do, but after a long two days of work you were ready for the nap of your life. Turning your phone off you threw it on the kitchen table and made your way to your room, reality and emotions could wait.

X-x

You laughed at your best friend as her and her date spoon fed each other ice cream, nearly missing each other’s mouths. You had agreed to go on a double date with her and her new boy, who also had a friend, Josh. He was cute, tall, blonde wavy hair, no tattoos. He was a swimmer apparently, who had also just gotten out of a

8 month relationship. You agreed because that meant no commitment at the end of this, you were just here to have fun and so was he. 

You guys had decided to go to the Dallas zoo, which you were low key excited about because you had always loved animals and honestly it just seemed like an easy and relaxing date. Josh had bought you a cute stuffed seal which you  held onto the rest of the day making you smile a bit and feel some butterflies. 

“You want some fries?” You looked over at him and nodded, taking one from his plate the four of you made small talk. It was when the sun was setting and the four of you made your way to the exit passing screaming children and parents trying to control them did Josh break the ice.

“So I know you know about my ex, and I know this isn’t supposed to be anything serious… but you’re cute and I did have a good time today so do you want to hang out again?” You could feel the small smile get wider as you nodded your head, which in return made him smile.

Your smile didn’t disappear the whole ride home or when they dropped you off at your apartment. You made your way upstairs, purse in one hand and seal stuffed animal in the other. Digging for your keys, you let out a scream as your apartment door swung up and there in your doorway was none other than Tyler. His tattooed arms crossed and his eyebrow raised. His mouth was set in a thin line and he had no shoes on which meant he had been here for awhile.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You pushed his shoulder and walked past him and slammed the door behind you. You really didn’t want to deal with this today, you had worked hard to push him out of your mind.

“Really? You wore that outfit? The same outfit you wore when we went to the beach for the first time?” You placed your stuff down on the kitchen table and froze. How the hell did he remember the outfit you wore let alone the first time you guys went to the beach? 

“Don’t look so surprised. I remember things about you.” You shook your head and looked down at your outfit. All you had on was a black crop top and Jean shorts with little

Black booties. He was right though you guys had went to the pier together in that outfit but nothing stood out to make it memorable so maybe Tyler did remember small things. 

He didn’t say anything, just looked at you waiting for an answer which you didn’t have.

“What do you want Tyler?” He didn’t say anything, instead he looked down at the table at the stuffed animal. 

“You went out on a date.” You sighed and walked to the fridge to get a bottle of water, knowing it wasn’t really a question.

“I did, just like you slept with me when you had a girlfriend.” You heard him let out a huff.

“He bought you this?”

Your silence was enough of an answer for him. 

You watched as he picked it up and looked at it, examining the stuffed animal. You never wanted to toss an in animate object across the room until now. 

“You’re surprised I know things about you, but you’ve been in my life for quite some time even before we slept together.” He shook his head and placed it back down. 

“Did you know that I actually know what your favorite food is? It’s your mom's enchiladas, but if we’re going out to eat you prefer pasta. However you have a thing for lobster mashed potatoes. I know you hate the gym but you’ll go because you don’t want to go home every year to your family and head your sister talk about weight you’ve gained even though I think you look gorgeous no matter what.” You looked at him but he didn’t meet your eyes.

“I know you want a dog, but you’re not home enough to get any animal which is why you like the boys so much. You hate the heat in Dallas but you love how cold it gets, which is why you stay. You love target runs but late at night only, especially the one that’s like 20 minutes away because it’s open till 2 am compared to the one literally right down the street from you because it’s only open till 10. I also know that you’re favorite zoo animal is a Jaguar, not a fucking seal.” He finally looked up at you, meeting your gaze. You’ve never seen him look more serious.

“And I know you think I have or had a girlfriend but I don’t. She’s not my girlfriend. I slept with her...twice. But we’re not dating. I took her to the wedding because you weren’t available and she’s friends with my friends. Believe me baby, I don’t have a girlfriend, because if I did it would be you.” You didn’t want to trust him, you didn’t know how to. 

“How do you expect me to believe you? Your past doesn’t help and her screeching in your kitchen and the Instagram stories?”

“I already talked to her about that morning, she wasn’t supposed to be there. And the Instagram stories meant nothing she was just there and I was drunk, nothing happened.” You didn’t know how to take this, you could feel your heart beating out of your chest, you didn’t want to do this anymore. You couldn’t help the doubt rising up inside you, there was no way he was going to stand in your kitchen and claim all of a sudden he wanted a relationship with you.

“You don’t want a relationship though do you? That’s why you keep me close, because you aren’t ready to settle down.” He didn’t say anything, you knew you were right.

“What if I’m ready for a relationship, Tyler? What if I want to go out on dates with someone whose going to buy me stupid stuffed animals, and feed each other fries, and I don’t know hold my hand, take me to dinners with their mom or-” You were cut off by his ringtone blaring from the kitchen table. You took a glance at it and laughed sadly when you saw the name ‘ariel’ pop up. Tyler immediately sent the call to voicemail and mumbled out a sorry.

“See, you constantly have girls hitting you up. You’re still sleeping with other people. I can’t do this back and forth with you.” He looked up at you, you could see the unsureness on his face. Tyler was never unsure, he always knew what he wanted and for the most part he got what he wanted. This time around you didn’t think it was going to happen. You didn’t want to be just another notch in his bed post, but you didn’t even know if you could handle just being his friend. 

The silence was deafening and you knew this conversation was quickly coming to an end. 

“If I was ready, you would be the one you realize that right?” His voice was soft, unsure and you could practically feel how much he was trying to get you to not let go.

“But you’re not ready, Tyler. Not even close and that’s okay but I can’t do this anymore. I deserve...I deserve what I want.” Tyler’s hand slammed down on the table making you jump a bit. 

“So what? You want that guy who took you out today? Some poor schmuck your best friend set you up with. Tell me, did he make you laugh hard enough to snort, did he compliment you? Tell you how pretty you are?” You were glaring at him now as he paced around your kitchen. You could tell he was losing this battle and he was getting desperate. 

“Yeah, Tyler. He did, he did all of that and more.” Tyler stopped and look straight at you, his eyes dark and full of...something you couldn’t recognize. He walked closer to you and put his hand on your waist making you hide the shudder that ran through you. He was looking down at you, searching your face for anything.

He was so close you could smell his cologne which wasn’t helping with your judgement. You tried to lean back, to get him out of your space a bit but all he did was bring you closer by your waist, rooting you to the spot. Your breath was coming out harsher than you wanted it to but then again that was the effect he tended to have on you, which was actually a huge problem at the moment.

You jumped a bit when you felt his fingertips graze the bare skin of your waist, and his breathe hit your neck making you close your eyes and sigh. 

“Tyler…”

“If he did all of that and more then why isn’t he here?” His words were hitting right against your skin making you shiver and grip onto his shoulder.

“Because maybe he wants to get to know me before he tries to sleep with me?” Tyler let out a sarcastic laugh.

“Are you saying I didn’t want to get to know you?” He was now peppering kisses against your neck and down your shoulder. 

“You only ever had one goal and it was to get between my legs, Tyler.” You felt him shake his head a bit.

“You were gorgeous, you still are. Plus you didn’t care who I was.” You went to step away again, already knowing where this was going as he brought you closer to him and you could feel the hard on through his pants. 

“Tyler, we’re not doing this.” He groaned and placed a kiss to the exposed part of your chest right where your bra was. 

“Did he make you feel this way, y/n?” You groaned and tried to push him away again. You were weak but you knew you needed to say no.

“Tyler, I told you-” Before you could say anything else he was on his knees, already kissing your exposed skin and undoing the button of your shorts. You tried to kick him away but all he did was grab your ankle and put it over his shoulder as he kissed and nipped at your thighs.

You could feel the fire in your lower tummy and your panties becoming significantly wetter. You let out a hushed ‘fuck’ as he took off your shorts in one swift motion along with your panties. You looked down at him and nearly came at the sight of tyler's head between your thighs.

“If this is the last time, then I’m going to make you remember it.” You groaned as he licked a strip from your clit down to your entrance making you throw your head back.

This was the last time, you promised yourself. This wasn’t going to happen again, you needed to move on from him, but as he dipped his tongue into you making your thighs shake you decided to enjoy it one last time. 

As Tyler continued to lap at your core, making you arch your back off the kitchen table and moan out loudly, his phone laid not even a couple inches away from your head, and if you weren’t busy having hands down one of the most intense orgasms of your life you would’ve seen a text from chelsea come in.

‘Thanks for dinner the other night, it was fun. Next time I cook, come over to my place tonight so I can thank you.’

But as Tyler slid into you, your thighs wrapping around his waist, you didn’t pay a second thought to the iphone sitting inches away. 

x-x

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