#but it did! and I have carried the picture of this page in my phone for months

[clonerightsagenda]

"I told her that you were the first person I'd ever met as an adult who wasn't ashamed to not want sex. I told her you looked at me and said, Sex, for me, doesn't mean anything. Even if it did, it wouldn't mean what it does for other people. It wouldn't mean closeness. That's just not how I say I love you.

I told her you were the first person I loved without needing to escape. You didn't do drugs, so I couldn't dump my head in them. We didn't have sex, so I couldn't throw my body at the issue. I had to look at myself, and maybe that was the problem? She said, Not even once?, returning to the sex thing with shock. I wanted to slap her, but instead I just said, No, not once. She asked me if I regretted it. I told her no, that we knew other ways to communicate, other ways to love, other ways to touch each other. The conversation made me miss you even more. It reminded me that most people think sex is where love goes to graduate, that sex is where love matures. I always forget that we're not the norm."

from Vagabonds! by Eloghosa Osunde

[cosmopretty]

Caught On Live

Caroline Harvey x Fem smut

Synopsis: You and KK have been dating for months in private and when Laila goes live the rumors are confirmed

Caroline and you have been dating for a while but have kept the relationship private, not secret. Her team knew you guys were dating and as did your friends but with all the attention both you and KK and the rest of the wisco team has been getting recently, you both decided to keep your relationship off of the media. You were known on the media pretty well, which is why so many fans have made ship edits of you and KK and believe your dating but neither of you confirmed anything they fans have said.

You sit on the couch in the middle of the room next to Cassie reading over your worksheets for your psychology mid term tomorrow. Laila start singing and lays down right next to you her head on your legs. Moving your papers you look down at her “Hi live people” you say before grabbing your book and flipping through the pages.

“She’s studying for her psychology mid term guys wish her luck” Laila tells the live before singing some more. You push her off of you “Lai be quiet please my ears are bleeding” you tell her look up at KK who walked over to you both waving at the live then sitting next to you.

Laila leaves you both going over to Ava and talking to the live. You tune her out and lay your head on KK’s shoulder “I’m so tired I’ve been studying all day” you complain your eyes feeling heavy. She nods and kisses your forehead wrapping her arms around you pulling you onto her lap. You hug her straddling her lap, digging your head in her shoulder “Come on how about I quiz you for a bit then we relax? That okay baby?” she whispers to you not wanting the live to hear.

You nod and sit up while she grabs your papers reading them for a moment before looking at back at you. She nods “Okay when someone has loss of appetite, loss of energy, and loss of motivation what can that mean?” thinking for a moment your eyes light up “Depression?” you ask biting your lip. KK nods and grabs your cheek to plant a kiss on your lips. Before either of you can pull away Laila yells and throws her phone across the room.

You flinch and move away from KK while she wraps her arm around your waist “What happened?” you ask the girl who was walking back and forth nervous.

“I didn’t know the live could see you both in frame until everyone started commenting and they saw you kiss I’m so so so sorry” Laila says looking at you and KK the fans in the live were all going crazy with you and KK in the background.

All the girls look at you both to see your reactions, you shrug and look back at KK who was already looking at you. Getting off of KK you grab her hand and pull her up with you “We be back guys I’m not mad at you Laila it’s not your fault” you say before dragging KK outside with you so you both can talk privately. The two of you walk in silence for a second before sitting on a bench outside.

Neither of you say anything for a moment and you groan putting your head in your hands “Fuck KK we tried so hard to keep it private now everyone’s gonna know” you whine climbing onto her lap. Caroline wraps her arms around you “I know baby I know” she coos in your ear before moving a piece of your hair from your face and kissing your cheek. Staying in her lap you both find comfort in each other “At least I can show you off now” KK says shrugging. You shove her laughing “Shut up” she grins at you grabbing her phone and taking a picture of the two of you her kissing your cheek. Furrowing your brows you watch her go on instagram and post you both with the caption ‘you caught us❤️’ KK looks at you for approval and you nod grabbing her chin and kissing her softly.

Once she posts it you both get up and she picks you up bridle style. You squeal wrapping your arms around her shoulders as she carries you back to the rest of the girls. Everyone looks at you both and Kk drops you on the couch next to Laila “We came out to the media thanks Laila” KK thanks her sarcastically.

Laila groans “I’m sorry okay” she apologizes again. You hug her “Don’t apologize babes it ain’t your fault now let’s go back on live I’m bored” you tell Laila while Caroline grabs your stuff putting it into her bag.

Back on the TikTok live you sit next to Laila in frame reading some questions. The whole chat starts filling with questions of you and KK’s relationship.

Caroline walks over and pulls you up before sitting in your spot and pulling you into her lap. Laila side yes you both “I have to third wheel that 24/7 it’s sucks” she complains while you stick your tongue out at her. KK moves her head to rest on your shoulder while she reads the chat “Me and Y/n been dating for a while we just didn’t tell you guys” KK responds.

You nod leaning back into her embrace “Yeah well thanks to Laila now you all know everyone say thank your Laila” KK adds on while Laila groans getting up and walking away mumbling about her apology’s.

Both you and KK laugh at her and you grab KK’s chin pulling her into a kiss. You pull away with a pop “So now no more thirst trap edits of my girl she’s mine” you tell the live before grabbing the phone and running to Laila who was on the couch pouting.

Jumping on her you hug her “Guys little Laila is sad cheer her up” you tell the live before letting go of the hug and getting up, off of her.

Caroline grabs her bag putting it on and then grabs you hand “Yall we going back to the dorms we will see yall later” she tells everyone and they all say bye to you both and you wave following KK out. You both walk hand in hand back to her dorm.

The second the door closes behind the both of you KK pushes you back against the door her hands on your hips. She bites her lip looking down at you “Your so pretty” she mumbles looking at you lips for a moment before leaning in and kissing you. You moan into the kiss your back arching off the door pushing onto her. She pulls away from the kiss and starts kissing down your neck sucking and biting leaving marks on your soft skin.

“Fuck KK” you moan and she gets the hint pulling you up to straddle her waist. She carries you back to her room and lays you down on her bed, she sits up looking at you in awe.

Caroline looked at you like you were the most beautiful person she’s ever seen “Please baby I need you” you whine looking up at her begging for her touch. She looks down into your eyes and kisses you again moving her hand down your stomach and into your pants. Two of her fingers rub your folds above your panties before pushing it too the side and rubbing your clit.

Grabbing her bicep your stomach tightens at the feeling “Come on don’t tease KK” you say looking up at her through your lashes. She nods and moves her head into your neck leaving open mouth kisses while she slides two fingers into you. You moan arching your back finding yourself grinding against her hand moaning trying to chase down your climax.

“That feel good baby?” KK asks you pulling away from your neck to look down at you. Nodding your head your interlock your fingers with hers and she speeds up her two fingers inside of you, her thumb coming to rub your clit.

You moan loudly and she shuts you up with a kiss pushing her tongue in your mouth. The band in your stomach tightens and you squeeze her hand moaning into the kiss. KK pulls away biting your lip looking at you “Come on baby come for me” she says softly watching your reactions to her touch.

You let yourself fall apart coming all over her hand, you breathe heavily looking at her as she slows her fingers inside of you fucking you through your high.

She moves her hand out of your pants before pushing her fingers into her mouth sucking your juices off of them clean. You smile licking your lips watching her, she grabs your chin pulling her fingers out of her mouth she kisses you. Tasting yourself on her lips you moan leaning into her touch.

Moving off of the bed KK pulls your pants off along with your shirt leaving you naked so you can change. She goes in the closet pulling her shirt off leaving her in a sports bra.

Laila bursts open the door and yells “WHAT THE FUCK LOCK THE DOOR” she says slamming the door shut running away.

You groan “WE GET CAUGHT TWICE IN ONE DAY WHAT THE FUCK” you yell falling limp into the pillows covering your face in embarrassment. KK laughs at you coming over and kissing you “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it baby” she teases you trying not to laugh.

Throwing a pillow at her head you get up hugging her both of you swaying back and forth “I love you KK” you tell her looking up at her. She nods and pulls one of her shirts over your head “I love you more” she tells you helping you change into a new outfit. KK laughs “Laila getting us caught all day today I know she traumatized” she says laughing.

[joeyb1989]

thinking of you - joe burrow

summary: you’ll always comfort joe, even if you physically can’t anymore

word count: 2.1k

pairing: joe burrow x reader

warnings: angst, mentions of death, grieving, sad joe

a/n: this was requested a while ago! didn’t think this fic would be out for a WHILE, but here we are. i’ve been feeling very angsty lately and the game today solidified that, so i decided to go with it🥰 i hope you all enjoy💗

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Joe was always a man of routine.

Every day, Joe would immediately cuddle up to your pillow after waking up. He would always pretend it was you, even though he would never feel your warmth or soft skin again.

Every day, Joe would walk into what was your shared closet and find one of your clothing items that still had your scent on it. Your scent was always warm and comforting. The floral scent was like a big warm hug that always comforted him every day. He needed to smell it now so he knew he didn’t just imagine your existence.

Every day, he would get dressed before heading down the stairs and fixing himself a cup of coffee. He never drank coffee while you were here, even though he made it for you every morning. He always opted for juice, but ever since he lost you, your dark roast with a splash of vanilla creamer made him feel like you were still around.

Every day on his way to the stadium, he would always play your playlist. He always, playfully, rolled his eyes when Taylor Swift or one of your other pop girlies played on the aux, but now there was nothing he wanted more than to have you in his passenger seat, his hand on your thigh as he softly caressed your skin, your hair blowing in the wind, as you sang your favorite songs off-key. Sometimes he can still hear your giggles during Shake It Off. You knew how much Joe got annoyed by that song, so you always made sure to turn the volume up and sing it extra loudly, even with a hand-microphone to run the joke further.

Every time Joe would arrive at the facility, he would turn his car off before patting his leg three times, like you did. Three’s were a big part of your relationship with Joe. Joe had asked you out three times before you agreed to go out with him. On your third date with him, Joe asked you to be his girlfriend. On November 3rd a few years ago, you both said those three words you’ve wanted to say to each other for so long. Whenever either of you would be nervous, one would always squeeze the other’s hand three times to give reassurance and symbolize ‘I love you.’

Every time Joe boarded the plane to an away game, he would still text you, even though he knew he would never get a response. He was wealthy enough to keep an extra phone line on his plan so he could pretend he was talking to you every so often. His favorite part of his flight was sending you ‘Just boarded the plane. I love you, so much, Y/n’ and ‘Just landed, baby. I miss you,’ texts.

Every game day, he would write down what you would say to him when he was nervous before a big game. “I love you so much,” “Forever proud of you,” “You’re #1 in my heart and on the field,” flooded the notebook page he was writing on. He did this so he knew he would never forget them.

Every game day fit, he always made sure that the ring you gifted him for his birthday a couple years ago. It was a silver band with a ‘9’ on the outside with both of your initials engraved on the inside. When you gave it to him, you said that it was so “a part of you would always be with him,” which he valued even more true now that you’re gone.

Every time he would get dressed in his uniform, he would look at the picture of you two at your engagement party last offseason. He always carried it in his wallet. Your back was to his chest with his arms around you as he smothered your cheeks with kisses. Your big smile still made his heart swoon. It was his favorite thing about you, and he always made it his mission to bring it out. You were so happy and filled with love in the picture. Little did either of you know that you would lose each other just two weeks later.

Joe always looked up at the sky every time he ran out onto the field. It didn’t matter if he was at Paycor or if, like today, he was at an away game. He knew you were watching over him, just like you used to watch over him through his suite.

After every game, he would hug you first. You always wanted him to hug his parents first out of respect, but he went straight for you. Now, he hugged his parents first, which broke his heart more each time knowing he’ll never hug you again.

After the devastating loss to the Chiefs today, the only person in the world he wanted was you, but you would never be able to comfort him again.

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Once he arrived home, he put his bag down on the coffee table before making the dreaded walk up to the master bedroom, so he could rinse the day off of him. He stepped into the warm shower, letting out a sigh as the warm water consoled him. Your shampoo and other shower products were still in the shower, he couldn't bring himself to throw them out.

As he was shampooing his slightly grown-out frosted tips, he couldn't stop thinking about how you would always do it after every game. He would always say that he was “too tired,” and you loved babying him, so you always washed it for him.

Joe slipped on a pair of boxers before crawling into bed and struggling to sleep for an hour. He tossed and turned, cuddled up with your pillow, even took a melatonin but nothing helped.

Eventually he got out of bed and went into his closet, pulling out the photo album you started making in college. Printing out all of the pictures of the two of you and putting them into a photo album was one of your favorite hobbies. Every once in a while, you and Joe would look at them together to see how much the two of you had grown. You two couldn’t wait to show them to your grandchildren one day.

Joe had not been able to look in the photo album since you passed. It hurt him too much to just think about the memories, so he definitely didn't want to see them.

As he flipped through the pages, he felt tears trickling down his face at all the memories of the relationship that was stripped away from him. He smiled through his tears at a picture of you two wrapped up together in his dorm. It was during a hurricane, many people wanted him to go to a party, but he opted to stay in and watch Halloween movies with you.

He then flipped to a picture of the National Championship, seeing how big you both were smiling. There were tears running down your face, just like there were tears running down Joe’s face now. The only difference is that your tears were from how proud you were, while his were from the overwhelming feeling of grief.

He continued looking through the pictures showing the NFL draft, buying your first house in Cincinnati together, the walks the two of you would go on during his knee rehab, the AFC Championship win, the Super Bowl, off-season activities, each and every game after that, your engagement, engagement party, and a picture of you two cuddling in bed (one he had never seen before.)

“Must have been after she was sick,” Joe thought to himself, wiping his tears and not even noticing the note from you. When he did, his heart stopped. He always wondered if you left him a note, he looked everywhere for one with no luck; but here it was.

He opened it up, his eyes threatening to spill with tears from just seeing your handwriting.

“Dear Joe,” the letter started, “The surgery is tomorrow and I’m so nervous I could literally throw up, but I can’t tell you that because I know you feel the same way. I know there’s a big chance that I won't wake up after the surgery and it kills me knowing that I might be leaving you, but if that does happen, you have to be strong for me, baby.”

“The greatest gift you’ve ever given me was loving me unconditionally. I know I have a lot of baggage, but you’ve never once made me feel unloveable. You found a girl at LSU of broken pieces and took your time putting me back together. There will never be enough words to thank you for that.”

“If you are reading this, that means I have passed. I really hope you find this letter. I tried to put it in an obvious place, but you never know about you, haha.”

“But seriously, please live your life, Joe. I know you’re gonna go on to beat so many NFL records, win a Super Bowl, win so many awards that you might have to turn one of the guest rooms into a trophy room; but don’t forget about your personal life. I want you to move on, Joe. Even though we might have wanted to be forever, it wasn't in the stars. Go find someone, treat her to the best of your ability, share all of your love with her, buy a house with her, marry her, start a family, grow old with her. I’ll always be in your heart. I’ll watch over you and her because she is the woman my man loves so much.”

“I don’t know if you’ll be reading this on a random Tuesday, after a hard loss, on a special day for us, or in 50 years, but these words will always remain true: I’m always with you, Joe. Forever. I promise nothing bad will happen to you as long as I’m looking after you. If you are reading this after a hard loss, I know you’re beating yourself up. Don’t. I know you and I know you played your heart out there. I don’t care if it’s week one, week two, or after the Super Bowl, I’m proud of you and you should be proud of yourself.”

“I hope you never have to read this letter but if you are, just know that I love you, Joe. I know we say that so much that it might just seem like something we say out of instinct, but I know we both mean it every time we say it. I’ve never once doubted if you loved me, because you can feel it in the room. You can hear it in the silence. Like right now, I’m writing this as you're asleep next to me, cuddled into my side. I feel the love there. I can hear the love in those soft snores coming out of you. When you fix my coffee in the mornings, when you stare deeply into my eyes when I talk, when you also make sure I’m safe. That’s all the love.

“Don’t think of this letter as goodbye, think of it as ‘see you later.’ As cliche as that might sound, it’s true. I will see you later, Joe. Please go out, live a good life, and I’ll see you soon.”

“With all my love, 

Your Y/n.”

The letter was slightly wet with Joe’s tears as his sobs filled the room. He softly caressed the picture of you two cuddling in bed, which was the last picture he had of you. “I love- I love you too,” he choked out.

——

After his crying calmed down, he put the note back into the album and returned it back into the closet. Once he returned, he grabbed his phone, and scheduled an appointment at the counseling center downtown.

“I’ll get better, for you, Y/n,” Joe softly smiled as he looked at the picture of you two on his nightstand.

Your letter gave him all the comfort and support he needed to try and heal. Even though he was going to better himself to try to go out and live his life, there would always be a Y/n shaped hole in his heart.

He will always miss you comforting him when he needed it, but he still felt safe knowing you were up there watching over him. He will always be thinking of you.

——

request: i kinda tweaked it a bit, im sorry 🥰

[droopycoquette]

Hole-In-One || Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: You go on a golfing trip with Caitlin.

Warnings:  established relationship, fluff, c*nn*r(thats a warning in itself)

Word Count: .8k

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You turned the page of your book as the wind fluttered the pages, in the background, you could hear your girlfriend’s golf club hitting another ball, then silence like clockwork. You’ve been doing this for the past hour and a half. You loved being here though, even if you didn’t know what the point of golf was, just watching your girlfriend show off her athletic prowess was enough to make you happy. 

You glanced up from your book to check what was going on and saw your girlfriend squatting down on the green, you took in her backside and how the fabric on her shorts fought to hold it. You felt a gentle tug on your lips before quickly averting your gaze back down to your book. 

“Babe,” your head shot back up. “We’re ready to move on.”

You hopped up from your spot in the shade and ran over to your 6-foot, raven-haired giant. 

“Are you winning,” you asked cluelessly as you bounced around her. 

“I guess, we’re not really competing though,” she giggled as you found your place beside her, carrying her water bottle.

“Hey, have you ever played golf,” Connor asked jogging up to you both. 

You almost forgot he was there. 

“No,” you smiled, hiding an internal eye roll. “My family was too broke for golf. Besides, it’s boring.”

You whispered that last part to yourself as you continued to walk with Caitlin, telling her about your book and skipping around the green. Eventually, you decided on scaring the geese that were waddling around laughing as the waddling quickened you got closer. 

Caitlin caught Connor looking at her with a ‘seriously’ type look on his face. 

“What,” Caitlin chuckled. “She’s bored, she’s gotta find something to keep her busy.”

Caitlin watched you sneak up on a group of unsuspecting pigeons next and she paused to take out her phone.

You began to run towards the birds, laughing as they flew away.

“Linnie did you see me,” you giggled, sprinting back to her when you were done. 

“Yeah babe, I did,” she laughed. “I even got a video.” 

“Dude, you need to get out of the way now. We’re about to start up again,” Connor informed you. 

“Oh,” you pouted. “Okay, I’ll just go over there.” 

You pointed over to some shade, stumbling over your feet slightly as you began to walk over to the spot. You looked down as you walked, taking note of your Converse, the whites of your shoes now colored green making you frown. With your attention on your shoes, you didn’t notice the hand snaking around your waist until Caitlin pulled you into her. 

“You’re adorable you know that,” Caitlin muttered to you, peppering your cheeks with kisses in between words. 

“Thanks, I guess,” you giggled, her lips tickling you. 

“I love you,” she sighed, before pecking your lips and twirling you away. 

You stared at her as she ran back to the course, watching as her thigh muscles worked to support her, and her ponytail swayed right to left. You began to salivate until you snapped out of your daze. 

“I love you too! I hope you get,” you paused as your lack of golf knowledge was revealed. “The golf equivalent of a three-pointer!”

At that, Caitlin cracked a smile that warmed your heart. 

“Thanks, babe!”

She watched as you sat cross-legged, getting emersed in your little book world, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. The basketball player found herself snapping pictures of you, her face starting to hurt from smiling so much. 

“Clark, are you going to go or what,” Connor called out rolling his eyes. 

“Yeah,” Caitlin called back, her tone distant as she kept her eyes on you, walking closer to the teed-up ball. “What?”

Connor stared at her with annoyance, “Why did you invite me? If I knew this was basically going to be a date and I’d be third wheeling I wouldn’t have come.”

“Sorry,” Caitlin shrugged as she prepared to hit the ball. “I didn’t know that my girl would want to go with us. And with the limited time I have with her, I didn’t want to say no.”

Caitlin took a deep breath before swinging gently, hitting the ball flawlessly. Then, it was silent before you snapped your head up at cheers. 

“Babe! Babe,” Caitlin screamed running towards you. “I got a hole-in-one!”

You quickly stood and welcomed her into your arms. 

“I got a hole-in-one,” she repeated panting.

“That’s g-great love,” you smiled before your smile dropped. “That’s good right?”

“Yeah,” she giggled, kissing your cheek. “That’s good. It’s basically where a shot gets into the hole with no other shots.”

You just smiled and nodded, poking your fingers in her dimples, staring at her lovingly. 

“There is not a single thought behind those pretty eyes, is there,” she asks, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Nope.”

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[shindisworld]

Pinterest pics & scenarios that remind me of what it’d be like dating E1610!Miles

Miles ❤️🕷️

Unlike his Earth 42 counterpart, this sweet baby absolutely loves taking pictures with you

It literally doesn’t matter how ridiculous he looks, as long as he makes you smile that’s all he cares about 🥹

He has a photo album of you two in his drawer with small notes around the pictures

There’s notes like

“when I first realized I loved you <3”

“First date! :)”

Or just a simple “mi vida”

Don’t even get me started on his lockscreen-

It’s literally a collage of you 😭

“Baby when did you get so many pictures of me?”

He shrugs “I just take one every time I think you look pretty”

“There’s a pic of me devouring a burger, Miles”

“Well I always think you look pretty soooo”

This boy is so clingy in the cutest way possible

Good morning texts, good night texts, making sure you’ve eaten and drank something that day, or just sending you lyrics that reminds him of you

“Every time I look into your eyes I see it, you’re all I need” (Get You by Daniel Caesar ft. Kali Uchis)

“Milesssss 🥹❤️”

Whenever his patrol ends he always tries his best to stop by your place just to see you sleeping in your bed before he heads back to his place

You’re his rock, with everything he has to deal with in his life you remind him that he’s still a teen and doesn’t have to have so many burdens and responsibilities

He’ll text you at all hours of the night. He would feel so bad for waking you up but he just has to let you know how much he loves you 😭

“I thought about you a lot today, I miss your pretty eyes, your smile, your hair…ok maybe I miss everything about you. I can’t wait to see you, babe! 🥰❤️”

“Baby I missed you too but it’s 2 in the morning, I’ll see you tomorrow so don’t worry 🫶🏽”

“Well now I definitely can’t sleep because I’m too excited that I get to see my girl 😩😘”

He makes you giggle at your phone from his antics 🤭

Overall Miles is like a golden retriever boyfriend, he literally loves you so much and needs everyone to know that

He’s the type who’s faces immediately lights up as soon as you come into the room

Will try and rizz you up…notice how I said try? 💀

Sweet boy is trying so hard 😭

But it makes you smile and he thinks it’s all worth it even if his ego is a little bruised

He loves to touch you, nothing crazy, just simply holding hands, locking pinkies, hugs, kisses on the cheek, really anything that you’re comfortable with

He’ll def share anything with you

You cold? Well why didn’t you just say so? 🤨

Immediately takes off his jacket and gives it to you

Hungry?

Shares his food without a second thought

“Baby are you sure you don’t mind sharing with me?”

“Babe of course I don’t mind, please, eat as much as you want” 🥹

Now onto a veryyyy important aspect of Miles: his sketchbook

He would rather get chased down by Miguel again before anyone other than you sees it 💀

Literally sketches of you on almost every. single. page.

He’s not embarrassed of you, of course he isn’t.

It’s just the sheer amount of drawings of you that makes him a little shy to show anyone the sketchbook 🫣

He makes you a playlist without you even asking

Like he just sends it to you one day with a text that says

“Hey y/n/n my love! I made this for you because it reminds me of you and helps whenever I miss you. I hope you like it, beautiful 🫶🏾”

I need to stop, I got a little carried away 💀

EXTRA: his contact for you is “My Sunflower 🌻😘”

Ok I’m done fr this time! 🌚💜

[ninyard]

Darling as much as i support you going crazy over those fbi octonary characters I'm going to need more kevillison headcanons ok? Thanks

my gift to you:

- I mentioned before that they go to the banquets together post-TKM. Did I mention they match their outfits? Allison in a gorgeous long emerald green dress and Kevin with a green tie and handkerchief. The only colour that they don’t match is the one time Allison decides to wear a red dress - Kevin refuses to wear red with his suits, even if it’s on top of a white shirt instead of a black one.

- When it comes to hooking up, they have no shame around each other AT ALL. They have that kind of relationship, and they’re so on the same page about the FWB situation, that there’s literally nothing they won’t do or try with each other just for the sake of it. Worst one was when Allison was curious what it would be like if he spoke French to her. She INSTANTLY got the ick and had to stop. (Best one was sitting on opposite ends of the room and-)

- There’s a thousand different pics on several of the foxes phones of Kevin 1) carrying Allison because she got too lazy to walk 2) carrying Allison’s heels because they were hurting her feet and 3) wearing no jacket because he gave it Allison when she got cold.

- One time Kevin asks Allison to coverup his tattoo with makeup. He stares at his unmarked skin for so long before he has to ask her to take it off. He hasn’t seen his face without something on it since he was a kid.

- They’ve been each others new years kiss two years in a row. They’ve both promised it won’t happen again but. When the countdown starts and they’re standing next to each other? What ELSE are they supposed to do?

- (Most of the foxes pretend not to know that they’re hooking up. But they all know.)

- Allison is one of the only (if not the only) fox outside of Andrew or Neil that has ever actually asked him exactly what happened when he broke his hand. And not “oh Riko kicked it until it stopped working the end”. She asks him to talk her through the day, while tracing over the scars on the back of his hand. Kevin tells her too much (in his opinion) but she listens to every detail. She asks him about Jean, about the drive to find David, about the healing process afterwards. He hardly looks at her at all when he talks about it, but he doesn’t feel uncomfortable sharing it with her.

- She’s talked him through a panic attack once or twice.

- When Kevin starts getting into hobbies outside of Exy, and tries his hand at photography, she is ALWAYS willing to model for him. Granted, he mostly just takes photos of mundane life and beautiful things, not staged photo shoots, but she will never, ever tell him not to take a photo of her. Yes mostly because she loves photos of herself, but she also sees how his face lights up when he takes a nice one, and she loves seeing him passionate about something other than Exy.

- This is an actual picture of them. got sent it via the interdimensional portal I opened.

[rosyrosethings]

Assistant Prank CEO Harry

This is series on my page. Harry's assistant stays with him.

On a seemingly ordinary Friday, the atmosphere in Harry and Y/n's shared residence was tinged with a sense of bittersweet anticipation. Harry, known for his meticulous nature and a deep sense of responsibility towards those he cared about, was preparing for a rare weekend getaway. His destination was a cozy retreat in the countryside, where he planned to spend some quality time with his girlfriend, Bridget. This trip was a much-needed break from his demanding work schedule, offering a chance to recharge and nurture his personal relationships.

However, this departure was marked by an unusual heaviness, primarily because it meant leaving Y/n alone in the house. Y/n was not just a housemate but played a crucial role in Harry's life, managing the balance between a confidante and a responsibility he felt deeply for. The thought of leaving her alone, even for a weekend, didn't sit well with him, stirring a protective instinct that he often found hard to dismiss.

“Y/n, text me if anything goes wrong, okay?” Harry implored, his voice laced with concern as he slipped into his coat, ready to step out into the brisk morning air.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, Mr. Styles. I’ll be fine. I’ve been here alone before,” Y/n responded, her tone light and teasing, aiming to inject a bit of humor into the heavy atmosphere. She approached Harry, extending his bag towards him with a gentle smile. “I packed your laptop because God knows what would happen to you if you don’t work for one second out of the day,” she added, her voice soft yet playful, aware of Harry's relentless work ethic.

Harry couldn't help but smile, a genuine expression of gratitude and fondness. “Bye, Y/n,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of reluctance to leave.

As the door closed behind him, Y/n secured the lock and made her way to the living room, sinking into the couch with a sense of solitude enveloping her. To distract herself, she decided to scroll through TikTok, letting the endless stream of videos wash over her. It wasn't long before she stumbled upon a prank trend that immediately sparked an idea. The premise was simple yet mischievously effective: texting someone “you can come over now, he’s gone,” implying a clandestine meeting now that an obstacle—typically a significant other or a parent—was out of the picture. Chuckling at the thought, Y/n couldn't resist the urge to execute this playful scheme on Harry.

‘You can come over now babe, my boss is gone.’

She sent the message, a giggle escaping her lips as she imagined Harry's reaction, picturing his bewildered face trying to decode the message.

Harry, meanwhile, was only ten minutes away, his mind partly on the road and partly entwined with thoughts of Bridget and the weekend ahead. His phone buzzed with a notification, a text from Y/n. Assuming he had forgotten something at home, he glanced at the message, his eyes widening in disbelief. The words on the screen seemed to rearrange themselves, challenging his understanding. “Is she having someone over? And did she call them babe?” he muttered to himself, confusion and concern taking hold.

Without a second thought, Harry executed a swift U-turn, ignoring the chorus of honks from startled drivers. His mind raced with possibilities, each more unsettling than the last. Upon arriving back at the house, he entered to find Y/n lounging on the couch, her eyes meeting his with an innocent curiosity.

“Were you expecting someone else?” Harry inquired, his voice carrying a mix of jest and underlying seriousness as he approached her.

“No, why would I?” Y/n replied, her tone playful yet genuine, puzzled by the intensity of his reaction.

“Then why did you send me a text saying, ‘you can come over now, my boss is gone’?” Harry pressed, seeking clarity amidst the confusion.

“Because I thought it would be funny to see your reaction,” Y/n confessed, a giggle punctuating her words as she sat up, her eyes dancing with mischief.

Harry, however, was not immediately appeased. The protective instinct that had made him uneasy about leaving surged stronger. “Actually, I’m staying here. Bridget can come over here. I don’t want any boys coming around here,” he declared, a firm resolve setting in as he removed his coat, symbolically dismissing the prospect of leaving.

“Mr. Styles, it was a prank,” Y/n tried to clarify, her tone softening, attempting to bridge the sudden gap Harry's reaction had created.

“Yeah, okay. Now your night is with me instead of with your mysterious man,” Harry countered, half-teasing yet half-serious, as he settled next to her on the couch.

“You’re such a dad,” Y/n remarked, a blend of affection and exasperation in her voice.

“No, I just don’t want any mystery men around what's mine without me being here,” Harry retorted, his comment laced with a deeper, unspoken layer of concern.

“Or do you not want any men around me?” Y/n probed, her gaze locking with his, a challenge in her eyes.

“Aren’t you mine? I think what I said the first time makes sense,” Harry responded, his words hanging in the air, a mix of possessiveness and care mingled in his tone.

“My assistant, I mean,” he quickly added, clearing his throat, realizing the weight of his words and the ambiguity they carried.

“Oh, assistant, is that what you meant?” Y/n teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm, yet a soft smile played on her lips.

“Yeah, assistant,” Harry affirmed, the exchange leaving a tangible tension, a mix of amusement and unresolved feelings lingering between them.

[talewrites]

Dangerously Stupid

Part 2

Part 1

Donatello felt he was in a daze. He had checked himself top to bottom and found no concussion (thankfully) and nothing more than a few scrapes and bruises. So that ruled out brain injury as the source for why he couldn’t focus on any of his work in the full day since. He kept getting distracted by…. You. 

Donnie has a device that picks up the signal from any cell phone or smart device he comes within 30 feet of while out on patrol, and automatically registers the information of that device into his system. This comes in handy when the need arises to erase any photos or data that may come up on these phones involving him or his brothers, and to monitor the whereabouts of any thugs or civilians they may come in close contact with. Meaning, he had your phone number, right on his screen in front of him. He knew this may seem creepy but it was for security purposes, and Leo said he always needed to monitor any civilians that got close to them for safety. That was his job. And also his job to find your current location registered on your phone in your apartment. …..And your wifi network, and your laptop currently hooked up to said wifi network. It showed you were actively using it. He wrestled with himself for a moment about respecting your privacy, but curiosity got the better of him, and he quickly took a peek at what you were currently looking at on your screen. ……It was a google search on how to give yourself stitches from home. What??? Surely you weren’t- were you scrolling through poorly drawn reference pictures on a wiki-how page?!?! You then switched to another tab and googled ‘can I use a sewing needle and thread to give myself stitches’. Donnie paled. The next search: ‘how to disinfect thread’. 

He put his face in his hands and groaned. Did you not go to the hospital last night?!?! What were you thinking? He looked back up and noticed the screen had been idle for a few minutes and he was getting really worried. He quickly hacked your laptop camera, privacy be damned- to take a look to see if you were okay. The image that was brought up was an empty chair, and in the background was a cozy warm looking apartment. But there was no movement. You hadn’t fainted out of your chair had you?! He was starting to panic when you suddenly came back into screen, moving slowly and almost falling back into your chair wearing the same pants you wore last night. You had on a small tank top with the strap down, and a bloodied white towel slung over your injured shoulder, carrying armfuls of supplies that you set down on your desk by your computer with shaking hands. You looked far more pale than you had last night.

“Alright let's see…. Next it says to soak the thread and needle in the disinfectant for about 10 minutes…. I hope the thread is long enough. Hmmm… I don’t have sterile gloves so hopefully washing my hands well is good enough…” You thought out loud to yourself. Donnie was about to smash his head on his desk from your careless words. He couldn’t take it anymore. 

“What the SHELL do you think you’re DOING?!?!” After a few quickly typed commands he was patched into your laptop’s audio and yelling into his microphone, causing you to jump- startled from where you were about to reach into the bowl of disinfectant to grab the needle after only 5 minutes. You instinctually started to lower the volume on your laptop, cursing about ads on these websites always popping up and surprising you. 

“No no no! I’m not an ad- wait a minute-” Donatello quickly typed in some more buttons and your screen froze to allow his webcam feed to pop up and take over your screen, making you gasp and almost fall out of your chair. “Stop that! You’re doing to hurt yourself- well, more than you already are. You’re going to give yourself an infection!! What were you thinking-”

“IT’S YOU!!!” You shouted in surprise, holding onto your desk so you didn’t fall. If not for the deep cut still oozing from your shoulder and the attempted robbery from last night rerunning on the 6 o’clock news, you would have assumed you had dreamed of your fated meeting with the large turtle men. After waking up in a cold sweat on your couch late that afternoon, you had instead decided to focus on giving yourself first aid. “How did you- what?” You babbled trying to figure out why the purple masked man’s face was currently lecturing you from your computer screen. A worrying wave of lightheadedness made you grip your desk tighter.

“I hacked your computer. Anyways, WHY AREN’T YOU AT THE HOSPITAL?!!!” Donnie shouted in exasperation. He barely registered the sound of his lab door opening as his shouting probably attracted the attention of one of his brothers. 

You stared at him blankly for a moment, waiting for your brain to restart and register his questions after the shock of getting to see him again. “I… I don’t have health insurance.” You said a bit bluntly, settling back into your chair heavily, and bracing your good arm against your desk as a new wave of nausea overtook you from your racing heartbeat. 

“....what was that?” Donnie quickly turned around to acknowledge Leo, who had entered the door and taken up a spot leaning against the back of Donnie’s chair watching the interaction play out. At least of all his family, his most level headed brother had come in. 

You still heard the faint question and continued. “My new job… I just moved to New York two months ago for my new job. They promised me a good starting salary and a full time position, but after only 3 weeks they started cutting back on my hours. They don’t pay benefits to part timers, so I’ve already lost access to my health insurance. ….They really screwed me over, so I’m just working for them until I find a new job. I really, really, can’t afford a hospital visit after this expensive move, so….” You gently motioned to the white towel on your shoulder, a startling spot of red starting to seep through. Leo recognized the location of the wound from last night. The two brothers felt their gut clench remembering how you had gotten it. In defense of Donnie’s life. 

You were starting to slouch more over your desk, your head spinning, and your laptop’s microphone now picking up your labored breathing. Leo could see the red flush drain from your face, and Donnie recognized the symptoms. Most likely, you were about to lose consciousness. 

“Wait wait wait, hold on stay with me.” Donnie quickly ordered you through his mic, his tone becoming more serious. He quickly typed into his keyboard, now understanding the situation a bit more, and the gravity of your condition. “Do you have any roommates, anyone staying with you right now?” With a level tone he asked you some standard questions to keep you conscious as he robotically pulled up your current address. Leo had already left the room to rally their brothers and gather the first aid kit, clearly already on the same page.

“…. no. Just me.” You said quietly, now focusing entirely too much on staying upright. You really felt like you were going to throw up now. But you were too busy wracking your dizzy brain for what his name was…. D…. Donna… Donnie…. “Donatello?” You said out loud, trying to focus.

“Yes, (y/n?)” He quickly answered as he continued to quickly type something on his keyboard, he was glancing between you and another screen at his desk every other second. You smiled. He remembered your name. “We are coming to see you. If you can, try to leave your window unlocked, and go lie down on your couch or your bed. What is your apartment number?” He was quick and clear with his orders, speaking like a true doctor, you thought blearily. But you were too out of it to question how or why he was coming over.

“Mmm… Room 517, 6th floor.” Gosh why did you ever think you could do this on your own. You suddenly felt really stupid. You were trying to take care of yourself so you wouldn’t have to rely on your family for help with medical bills, but now you were just causing problems for the kind hero you met last night. “I’m sorry Donnie… I think I’m gonna pass out.” You said apologetically, head going to rest tiredly on your table next to your computer. You could distinctly hear the sound of the city filtering in through your cracked open window behind you in the living room. Your dizzy spell gripping you much stronger than it had earlier when you had first moved to stand after sleeping all night on the couch. The next thing you hear is the rattle of plastic wheels scooting as presumably Donatello was standing from his desk.

“Don’t be sorry. We’re coming to help you now, okay? Just try to stay awake.” There was a whoop and some excited chattering in the background now and some more keys being hit from his consol. “I’ll see you soon.” Came the quick but warm reply from the purple masked turtle as his webcam feed disappeared from your laptop. 

A silence hung in the room. As if it had never happened. You shifted to look up at the screen detailing a poorly drawn cartoon image of a needle poking at the edge of a wound looking back at you, and groaned audibly. Burying your dizzy head back into your good arm for a moment, you tried to sit up to go move to the couch to wait, careful not to bump into the bowl of antiseptic holding your good sewing needle and black thread. Only moments earlier you were about to try and sew up your shoulder like you were hemming a new pair of pants, only to be caught by one of this city’s apparent mutant super heroes you had met only just last night. And now he was coming here. To help you. 

Feeling another huge wash of dizziness pass over you, almost making your knees buckle as you stumbled over to the couch, you felt a larger twinge of pain in your shoulder again. Taking a seat on the cheap couch cushion, you reached up to move the towel you had soaked in the antiseptic aside to inspect the wound. You must’ve stretched the skin when you were startled earlier, because the wound was leaking deep red again as a small trail started to escape down your arm before you could stop it. Must’ve been deeper than you thought. 

That was your last thought before you passed out, head lightly falling against the couch.

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“Are we almost there yet?? Ow!” Mikey called out ahead to Donnie before getting the back of his head smacked by Raphael. They were racing across rooftops making a beeline for your apartment building. Donatello, who usually gave sassy directions from the rear, was silent and serious leading the charge with Leo close behind carrying their largest portable first aid kit. 

Leo was keeping a close eye on his younger brother. When he walked by Don’s lab earlier, attracted by the shouting, he was startled to find his younger brother was talking to the person who had saved him the night before. Before he could question why, or get into his lecture about the dangers of contacting a human they only just met, he saw the look on his brother’s face. Donnie’s expression was beyond distressed. His usually level headed brother was shouting and worried because a civilian who was kind enough to step in and take a hit for him while he was down was- from what it looked like- still bleeding, almost 18 hours after the attack. And even worse from what he heard walking in, had no means of access to medical attention. He could understand Donnie’s frustration, but he was still surprised his brother had gotten this worked up.

“Hey…. Donnie,” Leo called out. “Everything alright…?” He said just low enough that it wouldn’t draw the attention of their brothers.

Donnie knew what he was getting at, so he cut right to the point. “I caught them before they could try and suture their own wound. With a sewing needle.” Donnie took a very very deep sigh. “By following a wiki-how tutorial.” Leo almost tripped off the building.

“….what?” He responded smartly. 

There was a loud snort from behind them. “Sounds badass.” Raph deadpanned and Mikey wore an expression of surprise followed by a quietly muttered ‘dude…’

Donnie groaned audibly. Thankfully your apartment building was now in sight. “I need to make sure their wound is properly disinfected before stitching it up. It’s the least I can do…” He thought back to last night. The long stare you two shared, and the concern and lack of fear you held for him in your eyes. He longed to see those eyes again… 

The building next to yours was at just the perfect height to leap across from the roof to your room’s fire escape. Leo was the first to land and give the all clear for his brothers to follow. Leo opened the window and stepped in just barely before Donnie practically toppled him over pushing past him to get inside. Snatching the first aid kit off Leo’s shoulder, Donnie quickly found your still form on the couch. 

“Right… we’ll stand guard. You’ll let us know if you need any help, okay Don?” Leo offered. Mikey pushed in through the window and made a beeline for the fridge, and Raph took a seat on the windowsill peaking in curiously.

“Yeah, Leo.” Donnie knelt quietly next to your form on the couch. All his attention was already on you.

 Leo went to stand around the living room trying to find the walls interesting while occasionally glancing at Donnie’s work, trying to stay out of the way.

Don checked you over, breath taken seeing your face again up close in the warm light of your apartment. Your breathing was deep and steady. Good. A little sweat on your brow, he looked down to see angry inflamed red skin peaking over your bare shoulder. He carefully moved the towel, stained in dried blood, and winced as the fabric pulled unstuck from the sticky bloody wound. 

You flinched, and Donnie felt his breath catch in his throat. But you did not awake, so he swallowed and signed, reaching down to open his medkit and take out a disinfecting wipe. The little damp pad unfolded and he carefully began to clean away the dried and sticky blood from around your cut so he could get a better look at the damage. There was definitely irritation but he hoped that no infection had taken hold yet. Next he disinfected his hands and pulled out his suture kit, and with practiced ease began to stitch up your shoulder. 

About 15 minutes later, and about 10 stitches into fixing you up, your eyelids fluttered open. The poking and pulling around your painfully sensitive cut had finally woken you up. You still felt dizzy and light headed, so made no sudden movements. Glancing down you saw the light reflecting off of a large polished shell. That’s right, Donnie. You still had a hard time grasping your current situation. Maybe you were in a fever dream. But there was the strangely handsome face of a mutant turtle sewing up your shoulder with his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in focus. His large goggles down over his eyes and a portable lamp light over his shoulder illuminating his work. 

You felt the poke of a new stitch and this time flinched with a little muttered “Ouch!” and suddenly you were blinded by the light hitting your face as Donnie startled and turned to face you. 

“Oh! You’re awake! Um… Sorry I’m uh… not quite done yet. I hope this is okay-” He quickly mumbled. His free hand that braced your shoulder gave an encouraging squeeze. 

You blinked a moment as your eyes adjusted to the light. He glanced back at his work and back to you and you nodded twice. 

“I need you to hold still for just a few more minutes, I’m just about finished. Okay? It’s going to sting a little.”

“...yeah. Got it.” You nodded, feeling your head quickly clear up as you felt the pinch and sting of the needle again, bracing yourself to hold still while your brows tensed from the discomfort.

You looked around your room to distract yourself from the pain. Looking across your coffee table you saw one of the other turtle mutants, the one wearing the blue bandana and caught his eyes for a moment before he quickly averted them to pretend he wasn’t staring. But after a moment he looked back at you and offered a quick nod in greeting. You supposed he might be a little shy and was trying to hide it. By your window you also caught the large cracked shell of another one. He glanced over his shoulder and met your eyes, studying you for a moment as you also took in the scar on his lips and the toothpick, before he also nodded at you with a little ‘hey’ in greeting. 

“Yo, is dudette awake? Morning sleeping beauty!” An energetic orange masked turtle man, holding a half full can of your soda, practically jumped into your line of sight, startling you a bit with a gasp. “You remember me? I’m Mik- Ouch! Leo!!” The blue masked turtle called Leo smacked him on the back of his head to quiet him with a shush.

“Mikey, I’m still working. Don’t freak them out.” Donnie quickly added, making sure you weren’t gonna move again before continuing.

“Yeah genius, your ugly mug almost made em’ pull a stitch. Save the dramatic introductions for later.” The red masked turtle sneered at Mikey. You vaguely recalled him being named ‘Raph’.

Leo, Raph, Mikey, and… “Donnie?”

You caught yourself saying out loud, making said turtle jump a little.

“Y-Yes, (y/n)?” He stuttered as he helped carefully pull you into a sitting position. The stitches were finished and it was time to wrap the wound. He reached into his bag and pulled out a package of fresh gauze.

You carefully watched him unwrap the gauze, his hands slightly shaking. “How do you know each other?” You asked him, meeting his eyes, then looking over to the others spread out in your living room.

“Brothers. We’re brothers.” Leo answered helpfully. 

“Brothers… that makes sense…” You considered how they all acted around each other and smiled warmly, looking back to meet Donnie’s eyes.

He was lifting up his goggles back to the top of his head and his eyes widened at your expression. He turned away to put his tortoiseshell glasses back in place, clearing his throat. 

“Yes, they’re… my brothers.” He tentatively smiled back at you, and began to wrap up your shoulder. 

You watched him thoughtfully for a moment, and glanced over at his brothers now quietly arguing about something over by the window. Mikey quickly looked back over at you with a bright smile before turning back to the conversation animatedly and shushing his brothers a little, earning him a smack as Raph and Leo both also shared a look with you briefly. You raised a curious brow at the antics. They were like gossiping school kids… definitely brothers.

“Hey Donnie… Sorry for causing you all trouble like this. …I didn’t want to involve anyone and thought I could handle it myself.” You said looking down. “....Thank you for coming to my rescue.” You looked up to meet his gaze and smiled at him.

“No no, this is…. It’s the least I could do. After all, I should be the one thanking you. You got this injury from coming to my rescue, I…. Thank you.” His hands stilled a moment in the midst of his wrapping and gave you a shy smile. He looked kind. 

Donnie finished the rest of the wrapping slowly, fastening the end in place carefully. 

“Um… You should change the wrapping every other day. Call me if there’s any trouble, like puffy redness around the stitches or if it starts bleeding or starts to show signs of infection-”

“Hey-” Leo suddenly cuts Donnie off, making you both look over to him where he was emerging from the group huddle. 

“How about, we come back- *ahem* Donnie, comes back again to check on you in a few days. Does… that sound good?” He asked carefully. Mikey jumping around excitedly in the background and getting a playful push from a grinning Raph. You turned with a raised eyebrow to Donatello. He was currently gawking at his older brother, glancing back between you and the blue leader. You couldn’t help but giggle a little at the antics.

“...Sure. I’d love that. If… you don’t mind, that is?” You asked the flustered purple masked mutant.

“I- I- Yes. Yes, of course. It would be my pleasure. Um. S- Next Saturday then? If you’re free?” He gathered himself and asked you kindly.

“That would be perfect.” You smiled widely, taking his hand in both of yours. “It would be nice to see you when neither of us are in danger for a change.” 

Donnie’s eyes seemed to soften as he looked at you warmly. “I would like that. Very much.” He held your hands back softly as he rose from his seat beside you. His brothers were already starting to filter out through the window, except for Mikey who was hooting and hollering quietly before getting bodily pulled through the window by his two older brothers. 

“So… next Saturday night? 9pm?”

“I’ll be here.” You responded, following him to the window. He carefully climbed out onto your balcony. He waved a final goodbye to you as he perched on the railing, and with a mighty jump, he leapt out of sight. You lunged for the railing where he just stood, looking out above you hearing whoops and cheers from the brothers as you caught a final sight of them running over the city skyline. And with a deep breath of the cool night air, you sighed in relief that you weren’t dreaming. 

Leo, Raph, Mikey, and

Donatello. You’ll have to remember that. You thought with a grin.

To the people who wanted to be updated when part 2 was released. Sorry for the long wait!! Thanks for the support!

@saspas-corner @misfortunekeep @valen-yamyam16 @genesis378

[toothpastecanyon]

Return, to the Scene of the Crime

Playing human again, Alcor makes it longer than he usually does. He's in college now, juggling classes, family, a curious vampire, and a strange, increasingly sinister web of mysteries weaving themselves around him. Without his omniscience to guide the way, he'll have to work hard to get to the bottom of this before it spirals out of control.

See most updated version on Archive of Our Own.

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Lucy Ann was asleep when her phone rang. She grumbled and turned over, fishing in her pocket to mute it. Then it rang again, and with a heavy sigh, she cracked open an eyelid to see who it was.

“Alcor,” she muttered. “Ugh… fine, alright.”

Sitting up, she pushed the lid of the coffin open, and shielded her phone from the screams in the funeral home as she put it to her ear.

“Yeah, what?”

“Lucy Ann?”

“Yeah, it’s me, dude.” She rubbed her eyes. “What is it? Kinda in the middle of something here.”

“Oh, do you want me to – I can call back-”

“What is it?”

She heard him take a deep breath, and rolled her eyes. She stood up and stretched as he seemed to collect his thoughts.

“I…” he started. “I’m going away for a while. I wanted to call you before I… I won’t be summonable, so I wanted to let you know how to, how to reach me if you need me.”

“Ah, this is one of these Noie deals, huh? Glad you’re finally giving me a heads up.”

“Yeah, I don’t – I-I know how it went last time, I don’t want that to happen again.”

Lucy Ann glanced down at the glove on her hand. He kept going.

“So I’m giving you a special circle you can use to contact me – uh, it’ll break my enchantments, so if it could be an emergencies only kind of thing…?”

“Got it.”

“Okay… yeah, thanks. And if you need to see me in person, I’ll be down in the California Isles. The family’s really nice – they, hah, they actually own a funeral home-”

“No way! In Maine?”

“In- no, California. I just told you-”

“Oh, yeah! Right.” Lucy Ann gave a little chuckle as she looked at an urn. “Sorry, I got carried away there. That would’ve been a hell of a coincidence.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it, uh,” she cleared her throat. “Okay. That sounds good. Thanks for letting me know, Al.”

“Of course. I’ll send the circle to you and then… get set up.” He seemed like he wanted to say more; after a moment, he spoke again. “So, uh, see you in a couple decades?”

“Yeah, see you then,” she said, and then grinned. “Or who knows, maybe I’ll pay a visit.”

“Pay a visit? What?”

“Yeah. Maybe I’ll see if you loosen up a bit without that demon angst you’ve always got going on.” She heard him laugh, and gave a little chuckle herself… but soon it faded, and she cleared her throat again. “Uh, anyway, good luck with that, I guess. See you around.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you.”

When Lucy Ann hung up the call, the little joke she’d made about dropping in on him had already slipped her mind. For almost twenty years she went on wandering as she always did, thinking of Alcor only rarely, wondering how he was doing. She wasn’t ever thinking of actually following through on that joke… but, you know, sometimes things don’t happen for anything as grand as fate or careful planning.

Sometimes they just fall into place.

She was bouncing around the Isles when she remembered Alcor. googled the name of that funeral home he’d given her, as she sometimes did – just to see if they were still in business, but she came across a little blog post the owners posted: ‘HE GOT INTO HONORS COLLEGE!!!’ It was a picture of Dipper with a dorky smile and a graduation cap, and she couldn’t help but snicker to herself at the glowing paragraphs his parents had posted to their business page. Jeez, he was still going, wasn’t he? She didn’t want to be rude on the phone, but she was expecting this thing to flame out early as it usually did.

So… he was just living the regular human life, huh?

Huh.

…

Lucy Ann looked around the motel room she was in, decided she didn’t have anything interesting going on, and started packing.

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“Murdered! She was murdered!”

“Dude.”

“I can’t believe it, who would do this! I just can’t-”

“Dude, Darren!” Dipper put his hands on the guy’s shoulders. “Keep your voice down. I thought you came to me because you didn’t want the RA to hear!”

Lucy Ann chuckled a bit as Darren shut his mouth. She watched Dipper walk back to the bird cage under the dorm room bed. There was a little pile of ash under the perch; opening the cage, he pinched some between his fingers.

“Look,” Dipper said. “Nobody killed your phoenix, okay? This isn’t phoenix ash.”

“Wha- what?”

“Phoenix ash is highly magical.” He brought out a little necklace tucked under his shirt; there was a dull blue glass pendant on the end of it, and nothing happened when he brought the ash to it. “See? My necklace lights up when it’s repelling magic, and it’s getting nothing here. It’s just regular ash.”

Darren sniffed and wiped his nose. “So… so Flamey’s alive?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry, man, she’s alive.” He paused, meaningfully. “But… someone wanted you to think she was dead.”

Darren gasped. Lucy Ann watched with a grin as Dipper got to his feet, dusting off his hands.

“My guess is it’s some kind of prank, but it could be that someone stole your phoenix for themselves. Who else knows about Flamey?”

“I-I don’t… no one, I think!” He wrung his shirt. “I mean my dorm mate does, but he wouldn’t steal her – Alex hates living with her!”

“Hates living with her, eh?” Lucy Ann raised her eyebrows at Dipper. “Maybe it’s not been stolen to keep.”

“That’s exactly what I thought,” Dipper nodded to himself. Darren leaned in further.

“You think… you think Alex murdered Flamey?”

“No, I told you, no one murdered-” There was a knock at the door just then, and Dipper looked up. “Hello?”

“Uh, hello?” Said the voice. “This is my room, who’s in here?”

“That’s Alex,” Darren murmured, and then he called out: “Just some friends of mine!”

The door opened slowly, and Alex popped his head in, frowning. “Uh, okay. Hey, Darren, how long are they gonna be here? I’ve gotta study.”

“Oh, we’re just wrapping up,” Dipper said, letting what he probably thought was a very sly smile snake across his face. “But, uh… Alex, was it? I just got one question for you.”

“Uh, sure?”

“You got a lighter?”

Alex frowned. “A lighter? No.”

“Oh, okay.” Dipper glanced across the room. “That’s weird, then. You got a scented candle on your desk.”

Darren groaned. “I hate that candle, man, it smells like old people. And isn’t it, like, a fire hazard?”

“Fire hazard?” Alex crossed his arms. “Seriously, man? You’re going on about a fire hazard?”

“You don’t like that he keeps a phoenix under his bed, do you?”

Alex blinked, and then scowled at Dipper. “Yeah, duh, would you?”

“So you stole it.”

“So- wait, what? I didn’t – hey, who is this guy, Darren?”

“You stole Flamey?” Darren stared slackjawed at him. “You did, didn’t you!”

“And then you burned some paper and planted it in her cage so he’d think she was dead.” Dipper crossed his arms. “Pets aren’t allowed in the dorms, so you thought Darren wouldn’t report it to anybody. It was the perfect crime!”

“I… I…” Alex blinked a few times, then huffed and threw up his hands. “Okay, fine! I gave her to my aunt!”

“Alex!”

“And I’d do it again! You know what the real crime is? Keeping a flaming fucking bird in a tiny cage under your bed! I was doing you and her a favour!”

“I can’t believe you! You get her back, okay! You get her back or, or… or I’ll tell the RA about the candles!”

“Oh-hoh, okay, you tell them about the candles and I’ll tell them about the giant bird you had under your bed! We’ll see what they’re more interested in!”

“Flamey!”

Dipper and Lucy Ann strolled out of the dorm room together. Lucy Ann took one look at his smug face and poked him in the ribs.

“Wha- hey! What was that for?”

“If your head gets any bigger it’s not gonna fit in the doorway.” She smirked at him. “I guess you did okay, though. Quick thinking on the ash.”

“Yeah, heh…” He rubbed his side. “That was not what I expected when Darren came over. Still, that was pretty good, wasn’t it? It was like being a detective!”

“You’re a real Sherlock Holmes.”

With a laugh, Dipper unlocked his dorm, held it open for her, and followed her in. It was a tiny space, but at least it was a one-bedroom; a bunk bed slotted against one wall, and a desk was crammed against the other, leaving only a narrow walkway from the door to a tiny square of window. Dipper’s desk was covered in books and notes; his magi-orb was open but asleep, and he made his way over to wake it up.

On the way, he got a little tangled with the sleeping bag on the floor – more accurately, this used to be a one-bedroom. Lucy Ann snorted.

“Hey, you’re stepping on my pillows!”

“Oops, sorry.” He watched her lounge out on the floor with a raised eyebrow. “You know, you sure you still want to stay here?”

“Yup.” She picked up a book beside her bed, and glanced over at him. “What, you tired of me?”

“No, no! I just – I mean, it’s been so cool to meet the real Lucy Ann, but I still don’t get why you’ve decided to hang around me.” He watched her face twist into a knowing grin, and rolled his eyes. “You’re never gonna tell me why, are you.”

She just winked at that, and buried her head in her book. Shaking his head, he turned back to his magi-orb and tapped it a few times; it flared to life, and Dipper’s necklace gave off a soft blue glow as he started scrolling. A news article popped up, and he clicked on it.

“Huh.” He said to himself. “Hey, you remember that jewellery store robbery last week?”

“No.”

“It was that one super close to campus – we got alerts about it.”

She just shrugged, so he started reading off the article.

“Suspect in jewellery store stick up still at large after mysterious disappearance, magical influence suspected.” His eyes skipped further down. “Oh, nice, looks like the guy he shot got out of the hospital today.”

“Good for him.”

“Mysterious disappearance… they say he went into a back room away from the cameras and just disappeared. No windows in the room either, isn’t that weird?”

Finally, Lucy Ann glanced up from her book and gave him an odd look. “Yeah, I guess it’s weird. Why, you wanna rob a jewellery store or something? It’s not as fun as it sounds.”

“No, I’m just… how did he disappear like that?” He sat back in his chair, stroking his chin. “I mean, locked room, no windows-”

Lucy Ann let out the biggest groan. “Oh, no. You call a guy Sherlock once and he becomes insufferable – if you start reading every random crime report to me I really will leave, okay?”

“Okay, okay!” He put his hands up. “Sheesh. I just thought it was a cool mystery. You don’t have to bite my head off.”

“I’m not biting your head off, I’m just saying that’s cop shit.” She flashed a fanged grin at him. “Come on, your life’s too short to care who makes off with some pretty rocks or whatever. The world’s full of way more interesting mysteries than that.”

“Hm.” He sat there for a second, and then reached out and closed the news article. “I guess you’re right.”

She watched him sit back, and sat up. “Hey, you wanna do something tonight?”

“Huh?”

“You know, go out somewhere. I saw this thing the other day for an escape room – you ever done one of those?”

“I haven’t. That sounds cool, but…”

“You gotta study?”

“Ahh,” he checked his phone. “Actually, Mom texted, asked if I could drop some groceries off at home tonight. I’ll probably stay for dinner.”

“Oh, okay.” Lucy Ann sat back and picked up her book again. “Sounds good.”

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Quicksilver Funeral Home & Crematory was on the southernmost tip of the New Fresno Peninsula, about a fifty minute’s drive from Dipper’s university. It was, politely, in the middle of nowhere; Dipper always smiled when he remembered the long, lazy days he spent in the forests behind his house… just as much as he’d remember the long drive to school, the friends he could never casually invite over. As remote as it was, though, his dad always liked to remind him that at least they were on the mainland.

“Oh, we’re hardly in the middle of nowhere, son. If you wanna see the middle of nowhere, take a skylift out to one of those floating islands down south. Poor saps are so remote their dead get brought to us in helicopters!”

It was, if not a convincing argument, a very illustrative one. Dipper thought of his dad’s voice as he pulled up the driveway, and a little grimace tugged his lips down. He turned off his car, glanced at the groceries on the seat next to him, and sighed.

Then he sat up, opened the door, and got out. Picking up the groceries, he made his way to the side entrance and rang the doorbell. There was a muffled, “I got it,” and footsteps up to the door.

It unlatched, swung open, and revealed his sister in the doorway. Mallory nodded at him.

“Hey,” she said, and stepped aside to let him in. He smiled at her.

“Hey, Mal. Got the groceries!”

“I see that. Need a hand?”

“No, I got it, thanks.” He headed down the hallway into the kitchen. “Hey, Mom! That smells great!”

“Dipper!” His Mom looked up from a pot of bubbling soup; her face creased into a smile, and she gave him a big hug. “It’s so great to see you, honey!”

“It’s great to see you too – oh, watch out, eggs!” He put the bags on the counter before hugging back. “How’ve you been? Where’s Dad?”

“He’s in the living room with Mallory – I can put all this away if you wanna see him!”

“You sure?”

“Of course! He’ll be delighted to see you!”

The living room was just around the corner; Dipper hesitated for a second before walking in.

“Hey, Dad.”

His Dad was sitting back in his favourite green armchair, and for a second Dipper could just pretend he’d fallen asleep in it as he loved to do, and him and Mallory were two giggling kids about to balance as many toys as they could on his body until he finally woke up, made a show of stretching and going, “Whoa, what’s all this!” as they both shrieked with laughter. He could see it so clearly… but then there was the bed behind him, hastily dragged down the stairs into the living room, and the hospital wheelchair at the foot of it. His Dad’s eyes were closed, but they were struggling to open; his head fell to the side, and he gave a lopsided smile, a weak wave. Dipper waved back, and then he moved in closer to give him a hug.

“It’s good to see you.” He said, squeezing carefully, and then standing up. Mallory put a hand on his shoulder; he glanced at her. “How’s he… I-I mean, how’re you doing, Dad?”

There was a pause, and then his hand flopped very deliberately to the side, as if to say, “How do you think?” His eyebrow quirked up too, and Dipper gave a little laugh.

“Yeah, hah, makes, makes sense.”

“We’ve been doing some exercises,” Mallory said; she turned on the TV, picked up a foam ball, and gently opened their Dad’s hand to place it in. “Do you know there’s one where you’re supposed to crumple up a sheet of paper? That’s been my favourite.”

“Hah, really?” He looked towards the bin, which was overflowing with tightly-crumpled balls of notepaper. “Hey, he’s doing really well on that one!”

Mallory didn’t respond; she shrugged obliquely, and then crushed a sheet of paper between her hands. His smile turned awkward.

“Oh, uh…” He rubbed his neck. “So! What are we watching?”

Dinner was ready soon. Dipper helped his Dad into the wheelchair, and Mallory guided him into the dining room. Their Mom had set out plates; they all took a seat, Mallory next to her Dad. Dipper watched him pick up a spoon with a shaking hand and dip it into the soup.

“So how’re classes going, honey?”

“Huh?” Dipper blinked, and looked to his Mom. “Oh! Um, they’re going good… yeah, good.”

“That’s good.” She smiled. “Midterms are coming up, aren’t they?”

“Yeah!”

“Ooh, how’re you feeling about that?”

“Pretty, pretty prepared, I think!” He grinned. “And then it’ll be winter break soon! I can come back home for Christmas.”

“That’ll be great, honey! We’ve missed having you around. And you know, we could use a little help around the-”

“I’m doing the best I can.”

Mallory’s voice cut her right off. She saw them both stare at her, and narrowed her eyes.

“What? I just said I’m doing the best I can.” She glared at their Mom. “You’re talking like I’m not doing anything around here, I just wanted to say I am doing stuff, okay?”

“I didn’t say that, honey, we really appreciate-”

“I know, I’m just saying-”

“-could help take some things off your plate-”

“I was just saying-!” Mallory stopped and put up her hands. “You know what, forget I said anything.”

“Honey-”

“I said forget it, Mom.”

“But-”

“Forget it, okay? I don’t want to do this again.”

The room froze into a tense silence. Dipper glanced nervously between the two of them, and took a long drink of water. There was a grunting sound from across the table; their Dad was pointing at something.

“Dad?” Dipper blinked. “What do you-”

“He wants the salt.” Mallory rubbed her forehead. “Dad, I told you, you’re not supposed to have too much-”

“Oh, just give him the salt, dear.”

Mallory froze. She looked up at their Mom, grabbed the salt, and slammed it down on the table next to their Dad before getting up and walking away. A door shut hard down the hallway; their Mom gave Dipper a tight smile.

“Sorry, honey.” She said. “She’s not… she’s finding this all a bit hard to adjust to. But she’s really happy to see you!”

“Yeah…” Dipper looked down at the soup. He half stood up; then looked at her. “Can I…?”

“Oh, of course! She’s probably in the crematorium.”

Dipper nodded, and followed after her. There was a door by the stairs that opened into the main foyer of the funeral home; he passed by the front desk, by an empty viewing room filled with chairs, up to a door tucked away in the back with a very clear ‘EMPLOYEES ONLY’ sign. Through there was the crematorium: its concrete floors, stainless steel gurneys, and safety tape stood in stark, clinical contrast to the rest of the building, but Dipper had long since gotten used to this place. The shining metal cremation machine dominated the middle of the space, and though it wasn’t on, there was a whirring sound behind it. Dipper walked past a row of body freezers set into the wall to find Mallory.

“Uh, hey,” he said. She was standing arms crossed in front of a little glass kiln, and didn’t look up at his voice. He hung back, a nervous smile on his face. “Mal? Are you okay?”

Mallory raised her eyebrows. “Oh, yeah,” she said. “Doing great.”

“Mal-”

“You want a plate?” She sifted through a little pile of things next to the kiln. “I was saving this for you – here.”

She held out a small, multicoloured glass plate. Dipper blinked as he took it from her; he held it up to the light, and marvelled at the colours splashing on the side of his hand. “Wow, this is really pretty! Is this enchanted too?”

The slight smile on Mallory’s face vanished. “No, it’s just a plate. Why would I enchant a plate?”

“Oh, I just-”

“Your necklace was a lot of work, you know. I don’t do that for every single thing I make! Sometimes I just want to make a fucking plate, okay?”

“Okay, sorry!” He watched her turn away. “Mal, I’m sorry! I didn’t- it’s really good, thank you!”

“Oh, I don’t know, you sure you don’t want me to melt it down and put an enchantment on it first?”

“No, no…” He sighed. “I’m sorry, Mal, that was really dumb of me. I really like the plate, okay? Thank you for giving it to me.”

“Hm.” She stayed like that for a second, then looked back and grinned at him. “You’re welcome, dummy. I’m glad you like it.”

He grinned back. “I do, it’s really beautiful! How’d you get all the colours like that? I’ve never seen something like this from you.”

“Huh, that? Oh, I started buying this coloured glass scrap.” She opened a drawer; in it was a box full of big and small shards of coloured glass. “You can get it in bulk for super cheap – nobody gave me a scholarship for this, so I make do.”

Another sharp remark – Dipper cringed again. “Mal?” He asked, and she started picking through the shards. “Are you… is everything okay?”

“No, obviously, everything’s not okay.” She took a look at his expression and rolled her eyes. “Look, it’s not- I’ll survive. It’s fine.”

“Mal…”

“It’s hard on us all right now, okay?” She sighed. “I shouldn’t have done that with Mom over dinner. She’s just been – just been getting on my nerves lately, you know?” She picked up a blue shard, and looked through it. “Just on and on about how I’m so good with the families, I should totally take over!”

Dipper rolled his eyes. “Oh, god, yeah.”

“She even found a mortuary sciences course at my college, just tried to ‘casually’ bring it up to me the other day.” A chuckle. “You know how she acts when she thinks she’s being subtle.”

“Heh, yeah… how’s your classes going?”

“I withdrew this semester.”

“Oh… Oh, jeez, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise.” He watched her pause, staring into the middle distance. He stepped a little closer. “You know, Mom and Dad always said they only wanted us to take over if we wanted to. I don’t think she’d want you to feel obligated.”

“Yeah, but I am obligated, aren’t I?” She glared at him. “What are they gonna do now if I leave? Mom can't run this whole place on her own.”

“They always said they’d hire-”

“Hire someone else, yeah, like they can afford that right now.” Rolling her eyes, she pushed off the counter and started pacing. “And they can’t sell the place either – where’s Mom gonna find another job? No, unless Dad gets better fast, I’m stuck here.”

“You’re not-” Dipper struggled for words. “You don’t have to… it’s not your responsibility. They wouldn’t want you to feel like this.”

“Oh, okay then.” She stopped, and looked straight at him. “So how about I leave, and you come back home to take care of Dad. How’s that sound?”

Dipper blinked. “I…” he started, and frowned as she flashed a grin. “Hey, come on, Mal, that’s not… You’re not being fair.”

She scoffed at that, and crossed her arms.

“Mal-”

“I’m not actually asking you to do that – obviously. But it’s you or me, okay? And if it’s gonna be me, can you stop acting like I could just walk away from them?”

Dipper hesitated, and then he sighed. “You’re… you’re right. I’m sorry. That sounds really hard.”

“Thank you,” she rubbed her eyes. “Look, how about you just go back to dinner?”

“What? What about you?”

“I’ll be out in a bit, I just…” She looked back at the shards she’d taken out, picked one up, and tossed it back into the drawer. “I just need to cool off.”

“Wh… you sure? I can stay here if you-”

“It’s fine.” Glancing back at him, she managed a smile. “It’s fine, okay? I’ll be out soon.”

Dipper lingered for a second longer, and then, with a sigh, he turned and made for the door. One last glance over the shoulder showed how he left her: a small figure hunched over a desk, disappearing behind the machinery.

He opened the door, and walked away.

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“You’re back late,” Lucy Ann said as he made his way into his dorm the next morning. “I thought you were only staying for dinner?”

“Yeah… I was just, I was trying to be helpful.” He closed the door, and leaned against it for a second. “It’s just… it’s like… do you think I’m…?”

Lucy Ann watched him for a moment, her eyebrow slowly arching. “Do I think you’re what?”

“It’s… nevermind.” With a sigh, he went to his desk and tapped his magi-orb. “I’m only here to pick up some stuff for class. Are you coming?”

“Depends, what you got on?”

“Uh… public speaking’s first – shoot, my presentation’s today!”

With a cackle she hopped to her feet. “Oh, I’m definitely coming for that one!”

Dipper shook his head at her, but before he could reply, there came a knock at the door. Lucy Ann groaned.

“Shit, is that the RA?”

“I’ll see… uh, hello? Who is it?”

“Dude, it’s Darren!”

“Oh, thank the stars.” She dropped her sleeping bag. “I didn’t want to have to hide again.”

Dipper frowned as he opened the door. “Darren? What’s up?”

“Hey, dude!” Darren looked a little out of breath, but he perked up at the sight of him. “Oh, I forgot to tell you the other day – thanks for finding Flamey for me! Alex drove me over and-”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome,” Dipper started to close the door. “Look, I gotta get to class-”

“Oh, wait! That wasn’t what I came over for!”

“Huh?”

“I was telling my buddy Marsh about how you found her the other day – and you know, Alex’s aunt, she actually has a whole aviary, it’s amazing! She has so much room to fly around-”

“Darren…”

“Right, right! So I was telling Marsh about how crazy it was when you put all the clues together, and he was saying he could use your help!”

Lucy Ann snorted. “Congrats, on the new job, Dipper. Campus animal control.”

“I don’t-” Dipper looked from her to Darren. “I don’t know, man. What’s the problem?”

“It was something about a weird ghost in his apartment… I-I don’t remember exactly, but I said I’d give you his number and he could tell you about it!”

“A ghost?” Dipper blinked. He opened the door a little wider. “Huh… Uh, yeah, what’s his number? I gotta go… like right now, but I can call him after class! What was his name, Marsh?”

Behind them, Lucy Ann shook her head. She wanted to know what he was like without demon powers?

It turns out he wasn’t so different – he could still be such a dork.

[babygirl-diaz]

Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girls (Omegaverse)

Eddie always wondered what was in the little sketchbook Buck carried around with him. The alpha was so protective of it, that he growled and flashed his eyes at anyone who dared to touch it. Granted, alphas are territorial about their stuff but Buck was taking it a tad too far. Eddie was a little jealous of the damn sketchbook. Ever since Buck had picked up the hobby, he was so hyper-focused on it, that he wouldn't even pay attention to Eddie. But Eddie would sometimes catch the alpha staring at him before looking away quickly and going back to his damn sketchbook. Eddie was almost tempted to hide it but then he knew Buck would walk around with those sad puppy eyes that would break Eddie's heart and have him confessing in no time.

But then one day Eddie came across the sketchbook by its lonely self. The worn-out book was just sitting on the couch in the firehouse loft with no Buck in sight. Eddie casually approached the book and looked around to see if anyone was looking. When he was sure he was by himself, Eddie slowly picked up the sketchbook, like it was going to explode, and opened it to the first page. He frowned when he saw that there were just stick figures on the paper, but something under them caught his attention. The stick figures were called Eddie. Eddie smiled and turned to the second page, and then the third, then the fourth. The sketches were getting more prominent features now. But they had a common theme between them. They were all sketches and drawings of Eddie. The drawings kept improving as Eddie went on. There were pictures of Eddie eating, and Eddie playing pool, and there were also pictures of Eddie and Chris. They were gorgeous. Eddie was in awe. But then he turned to the latest drawing and his breath caught in his throat. It was Eddie once again. But it was Eddie a couple months pregnant. He was gently cupping his pregnant stomach while looking down. Eddie felt himself overcome with feelings over that. What did all this mean?

Eddie heard someone clear their throat behind him and he turned around to see Buck standing there, looking panicked.

"I'm sorry!" Both Eddie and Buck said at the same time.

"Wait... What are you sorry for?" Buck asked.

"For opening your sketchbook without your permission!" Eddie apologized, panicking a little.

"Tha- that's okay." Buck came closer and took the sketchbook out of Eddie's hand. "I'm sorry- for you know- being such a stalker," he chuckled nervously and looked down.

"That's okay," Eddie assured Buck and looked at him. "Um... Can we pretend this never happened?"

A look that Eddie couldn't quite decipher passed across Buck's face before he nodded. "Okay, yeah, let's pretend this never happened."

***Four Years Later***

Eddie was sitting on the bed, rubbing his pregnant belly while browsing through his phone. When he looked up, he found his alpha and husband sitting on the armchair with a sketchbook, drawing something intently.

Eddie smirked when he was suddenly hit with an idea. He got out of bed and slowly and silently took off his clothes, tossing them aside. When he was fully naked, he got back into bed, propped his head on his hand, and cleared his throat.

Eddie's alpha looked up and his eyes widened. "What the hell?"

"Draw me like one of your French girls," Eddie said in a low, seductive voice.

"What are you doing?" Eddie's alpha asked.

"What were you drawing there?" Eddie asked.

"Trying to get the layout down before work on Monday. This kitchen is going to be hell to complete," the alpha replied and then raised an eyebrow at Eddie. "Now back to my original question... What are YOU doing?"

Eddie scoffed. "WELL, there used to be this alpha, whose entire sketchbook was filled with drawings of me."

"He sounds lame," the alpha replied. "You thought I was drawing you?" He got up from the chair, came over to the bed, and sat down. He leaned in to kiss Eddie but Eddie pulled away.

"You're the lame one!" Eddie huffed

Buck laughed and quickly kissed Eddie before showing him the sketchbook. "Okay, I lied."

"Wait... You were drawing me?" Eddie asked pouting at him. He kissed him again before asking, "What about the layout of our kitchen? The contractor will throw a tantrum on Monday when you tell him you have no idea what our kitchen should look like."

"Oh no, I know what our kitchen should look like," Buck replied. "It's all in here," he added touching his head.

"Oh yeah, because the contractor can see inside your head," Eddie teased.

"The contractor will live. Right now, I need to draw my man like one of my French girls," Buck said pressing Eddie to the bed and kissing him thoroughly.

[msbigredmachine]

On Sight - Part 3 (Jey Uso/OC)

The fact that we hate each other don’t mean we can’t fuck. Just don’t fall in love with me. Part 3 of my 4-part Jey Uso/OC series.

Warnings: The usual smut, toxic behavior, angst

Word count: 6.5k

A/N: I had to split it, so now it’s four parts. I wasn’t comfortable that it was so damn long lol.

ON SIGHT MASTERLIST

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PART 3 - BOTH?

A tired sigh left your lips as you disabled the comments on your Instagram page. Another day, another disrespectful internet troll trying to fuck up your mood. 

The past couple of weeks were some of the worst you’d encountered in recent memory. Barely eighteen months since you joined WWE and you had already fallen prey to the vulturous dirt sheets and backstage drama. Your co-workers were now under the false assumption that you were in a love triangle with Jey Uso and Cody Rhodes. After the airport pictures were leaked, you and Jey trended on Twitter for twenty-four hours, as fans had a lot to say about what they believed was a new wrestling romance. You refused interviews, shut off your comments and mentions on all your platforms, and under ‘advisement’ from Hunter and management, you stayed off TV for a couple of weeks until the whole thing blew over. But now that you were home alone and not traveling, your mind was forced to return to what happened that day.

Return to the one person you had no business thinking about.

You did not miss Jey Uso. He did not deserve a second of your attention. Which is why you ignored all his phone calls and text messages, only stopping short of blocking his number. He did not deserve an ounce of your emotions. Even though you cried over him more times than you cared to admit. Even though you couldn’t get all those nights…and mornings…and afternoons…of passion, out of your head. He did not deserve any of your headspace. And yet, all you could think about was those chocolate brown eyes of his that pierced your soul…Eyes that now haunted your dreams…Eyes that were filled with rage just weeks ago. In all the times you got on each other's nerves, you had never seen him like that, and you weren’t sure you wanted any part of it.

The irony was, you had no intention of fraternizing with the talent when you joined the WWE. Workplace dalliances often went up in smoke. But there was something about Jey fucking Uso that you just could not seem to resist. Your mind kept saying no, even resorted to name-calling and bickering to repel him. But once your body gave in, there was no going back. Then, your heart followed. Thinking all would be well, you carried on like a naïve little girl, only to end up getting embarrassed. And it hurt like hell.

Your phone vibrated, and your partner in crime, Kayla Braxton’s happy face flashed at you, reminding you about attending Beyoncé’s show later tonight. How could you forget about the hottest tour in town? You all bought VIP access tickets months ago and there was no way you were going to miss it. Your hair appointment was in an hour and a custom-made outfit would soon be at your doorstep. You planned on looking your very best tonight; after all, you never know who would meet at a place like that…

Long story short, you were moving on. You were becoming the main character again, living your best life and damning all negativity to hell. Because you were that bitch. Simple as.

Fuck Jey Uso.

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If Jey thought you didn’t have that many fans before, he found out the hard way that it was the exact opposite.

Your fanboys were coming for his head. The nicer comments were “It should’ve been me!” and the more caustic ones were not very PG. Only God knows how they would have reacted if they found out how the breakup went down; he’d be fucked six ways to Sunday.

The Tag team champion groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and regretting it instantly - because every time he did, your face was all he saw anymore. His brain seemed to enjoy tormenting him with memories of the mess he made that day. He could still smell the roses he’d bought for you. He could see you in that room, Cody’s lips pressed against yours...

...The tears in your eyes as he screamed at you…the pain in your voice as you screamed back…

He knew he fucked up. He said some terrible things he wished he could take back. But now he couldn’t go through a day without being asked about you and when he started dating you. Hilarious, as you weren’t even speaking to him. He glanced at his phone again to see if you’d finally replied to at least one of his numerous calls and texts. Of course not. You ignored every single one of them. You avoided him and refused to be anywhere near him. As much as he deserved your wrath, it was starting to get to him.

Scrolling through his Instagram, he noticed Liv Morgan’s recent IG story placed her at Beyoncé’s concert. Most of the Smackdown female roster were with her, yourself included. He knew you loved Beyoncé, so undoubtedly you were having a great time. Your hair was beautiful, and you looked hot as hell in that jumpsuit…

Fuck.

He thought this shit only happened in movies; the whole enemies-to-lovers schtick, catching feelings only for something stupid to happen and ruin the connection you were building. Well, it was happening in real life and happening to him, and honestly? It sucked.

His matches also suffered a drop in quality. By all standards they were still okay; he was still executing all his moves right and his mannerisms were adequate. But it wasn’t the same. Because he was missing you. Without you around anymore, he was useless. He'd become so used to being with you that your absence opened up a void that he felt could not be filled. 

His boys were starting to notice and were losing patience with him. 

“Dude, get your shit together,” Roman admonished him one evening in their locker room as they prepared for their tag match for the Smackdown main event.

“Chill. I’m just in a funk, that’s all,” he explained lamely, acutely aware that his older cousin would see right through his excuse.

“Not our fault that you fumbled Y/N. Don’t mean you should take it out on your performances and make the rest of us look bad.”

“Stop being an asshole, Roman,” Jimmy said as he taped his fingers, then turned his attention to Jey. “I’m still shook over the fact that you were sleeping with her all this time and I had no idea,” he said to Jey. “And why you tell Big Uce before me? Huh bro?”

“He never told me. I found ‘em fucking in our locker room,” Roman clarified.

Jimmy gaped at his brother with wide eyes. “Yooooo, what?! When was this? Damn, you nasty as hell, twin!”

“Fuck off, you and Trin done fucked in worse places,” Jey countered. “It was a long time ago, bruh. Now she won’t even look at me.”

“What d’you expect?” Roman continued. “What did you think would happen after what you did? And on top of those photos getting out? Yeah, you didn’t stand a chance. Own that shit, dude. You fucked up.”

Jey exhaled heavily. “Thanks man, way to make me feel like shit.”

“He is right, uce. That’s a bad bitch you let slip away,” said Jimmy.

Jey gaped at his brother and cousin, lifting his arms in exasperation. “Yo, ain’t you supposed to be on my side?”

“Yeah, but I like her a lot.” Jimmy elaborated. “She’s cool and sassy as hell. Now that I think about it, she was good for you. She kept you on your toes, and you were much happier, Uce. I saw it, and now that I know she was the reason, you need to figure out how to get her back, asap.”

Right. That was not happening anytime soon, not if you had anything to say about it.

The Bloodline’s match was against the team of Cody Rhodes and the Street Profits. Jey did his best to remain professional, but one look at the American Nightmare had his blood boiling. Once they locked up in the ring, his punches got stiffer, his move set became more aggressive. At one point, Jey wrapped his forearm around Cody’s windpipe a little too tightly in an illegal rear naked choke. In retaliation, Cody elbowed him square in the face, causing blood to spurt from his nose. It was all downhill from there, and they barely made it to the end of the match in one piece.

Backstage, a big melee erupted as Jimmy and Solo had to forcibly restrain their brother from attacking the American Nightmare. “You motherfucker! You broke my fuckin’ nose!” he yelled.

“And you beat the shit outta me and almost choked me out, so we’re even, motherfucker!” Cody shot back over Roman’s shoulder. “You got your receipt now. Are you happy? Huh? Are you satisfied?”

“No. Next time keep your hands off my girl!” Jey snarled.

Cody snorted. “Your girl, huh? You say she’s your girl, yet you had no problem disrespecting her and embarrassing her in public.”

“Aye, shut your fucking mouth!” Jey barked, incensed. In his peripheral vision, he could see you standing among the gathering crowd a few feet away, flanked by Kayla and Samantha. The other two women were looking at him like they wanted to beat his ass. In contrast, your expression was blank. Unreadable. He wished he knew what you were thinking.

“Did I lie? We all saw you, insulting her, calling her names over something that wasn’t even her fault!” Cody went on, “So since you wanna air this shit out again, fine. It was me. I put her in a position she didn’t wanna be in, and I regret it and I’ve apologized. But you’re a dumbass for treating her like that.”

The Tag team champ visibly bristled. It was one thing to hear from his family that he fucked up. It was a whole ‘nother thing to hear it from his opp. Both were rather humbling experiences, not that he would admit that shit to anyone. 

Cody picked up his ring jacket and threw it over his shoulder, his ire still trained on Jey. “Now that we got all the aggression out of the way, I strongly suggest that you get on your hands and knees and beg for her forgiveness. That’s a beautiful, smart, gem of a woman you’re taking for granted, and she obviously cares about you, which is a whole lot less than your bitch ass deserves.” With that, he walked away, having made his point loud and clear.

Jey twisted out of his brothers’ grasp, his teeth bared in an agitated sneer. When he glanced in your direction again, you were gone. 

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You fixed what you hoped was an attentive look on your face while pretending to listen to Bobby Lashley talk. He was a nice guy, but he just wasn't…interesting. You’d been talking to him for most of the night and you were bored, despite the fun, albeit pounding, music booming through the club. The sooner you got out of here, the better, because the mannerisms and suggestive twinkle in his eyes told you he was expecting sex later tonight. Such a pity…he looked like he was good in bed, but it was painfully obvious that you didn't have much in common. Maybe you should start dating non-wrestlers again.

A chill swept through your spine out of nowhere. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as you sensed a new presence among the cluster of people already in the VIP section. Something pushed you to direct your gaze towards the entrance, and you did.

Jey.

Despite yourself, desire flushed through you as you watched him make his way into the room. As though feeling the heat of your stare, he looked in your direction and your eyes locked. Even from a distance, the sparks flew between you, sharp and explosive over the dimmed lights of the large room. You saw his gaze flicker between you and Bobby, a maelstrom of emotions swimming in his narrowed eyes.

Diamond came up behind him, looping her arm around his.

You felt your heart drop, and the pang of jealousy grew inside you like a weed. Of course. Why were you not surprised? 

Bobby calling your name finally broke the hypnosis. Tearing your gaze away, you cleared your throat and reached for your drink.

"We can leave if that’ll make you more comfortable,” Bobby offered, his tone sympathetic.

Adamantly, you shook your head. “Why? We’re staying right here.” 

“So, he your ex now or somethin’?” Bobby inquired, his eyes on you as he sipped his cocktail.

“He’s nothing to me,” you answered, a bit too harshly. “Let’s talk about something else, please.” You plastered a smile on your face, exponentially more interested in Bobby Lashley than you’d ever been.

The drinks kept flowing, to your delight. When a waiter placed four tequila shots on your table, you snatched one up and knocked it back with ease, followed by a second. Looking over to where Jey was seated, you saw him take a swig of Hennessy straight from the bottle. Diamond was on his lap, grinding all up on him. Releasing a deep breath, you cleared your throat, annoyed. The longer you sat there, the angrier you felt, and the more alcohol you consumed. Glancing back at him one more time, you gulped down the rest of your drink and turned to Bobby. 

"Dance with me." You stood up without waiting for his answer. He followed though, and soon you were encased in a moving sea of bodies. Your arms slid around his neck, feeling his hands grab your hips, holding you against him as you moved together with the music. He then turned you around so your back was against his chest, keeping you tight to him. You tilted your head as he nuzzled your exposed neck, his breath hot on your skin. 

“You’re lookin’ real sexy tonight, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear, his big hand draped dangerously over the top of your thigh.

You weren’t listening. You had caught Jey’s eyes again, and he looked like he wanted to murder somebody. Good. Fueled by alcohol and revenge, you ground your ass against Bobby’s groin, feeling his arousal, imagining it belonged to someone else. Your gaze remained on your ex, and your nipples tightened from the way he stared at you, knowing he was fully aware of his effect on you.

Done with the games, you stepped away abruptly from Bobby, swaying slightly on your heeled feet. "I don’t feel so good. I think I’m gonna head home," you informed him.

“You’ve had a lot to drink. Let me take you home,” Bobby said. His voice remained calm, but his teeth gritted with obvious sexual frustration. You saw right through it and hastened your exit.

“No need, I’ll just call an Uber. Don’t let me ruin your evening.” You turned and left without letting him answer. You felt bad that you did him like that, but you just had to get the fuck out of there.

The fresh air afforded you some relief as you waited for your Uber. It cleared your head a little bit, but then all the thoughts rushing in were on him. You hated that he still felt like home to you. It still felt like he was yours. Those feelings angered you because it was not true, and you knew you were being stupid, pathetic and weak. You knew if he’d fucked you over once, he’d do it again. You weren’t a child. You knew the games of the assholes of the world, and you couldn’t believe you’d given in to one, that all you had to show for it were the shattered pieces of your heart.

You really wished you could forget about Jey. You did. All you wanted was for the pain in your heart to subside, but he’d made such an imprint on you. It didn’t help that you were in l-

As soon as the thought emerged, you jammed your hands over your ears, as though this could somehow block out the mental reverberations of your emotions. No! Stop it! You’re not! Not with that prick-

“There she is. The queen ho herself.”

You heard her before you saw her. Diamond. With her hands on her hips, in a dress one size too small for her, adopting a smug, triumphant air as though she had finally won the prize she’d been chasing for a long time. “Nice to see you, girl,” she said, a fake ass smile stretching her face. “I see you been real busy sleeping your way to the top. So, not only did you fuck Jey and Cody Rhodes at the same time, you’re fucking Bobby Lashley now.” She scoffed. “Who’s the slut now, huh?"

The last thing you wanted was to entertain this bitch. But the drinks in your system made your mouth faster than your brain. “Run along, little girl. Don’t speak on things you know nothing about.” You made a shooing motion with your hand.

“Oh yeah? Well, you’re the talk of the town, sweetheart. Jey caught you having sex with Cody. You got tired of them two and now you’re with Lashley. Tell me. What’s it like getting passed around like a lit blunt?”

The fucking lies. That was what you could not stand. The dirt sheets, your nosy ass colleagues. And now this bitch. “Is that what Jey told you, or did you read that somewhere and your dumb, gullible little self swallowed it up like a sheep,” you sneered, eyeing her up and down. “Oh, I forgot…swallowing is what you do best.” 

A snide laugh left Diamond’s lips. “Jey was right when he said you’re jealous. You're pressed because I got your man now. Stay mad, ho.”

You giggled at the desperation oozing from her. She really tried it. “You ain’t got shit, bitch. You’re not half the woman I am. Every time you’re fucking him, you know damn well that he’s thinking of me. Are you enjoying the taste of my pussy, sweetie? Cuz that’s all you’ll ever taste when you’re kissing him or sucking his dick.”

The self-important demeanor slipped from Diamond’s features. “Bitch, I’ma beat your drunk ass right now. You’re begging for an ass whooping, and I’ll be happy to give it to you!”

“Bring it, bitch. Drunk or not, I’ll still wipe the floor with your dusty ass wig. But my nails cost a hundred dollars and they cute as fuck. Your bitch ass is definitely not worth it. Keep enjoying my sloppy seconds though." With that, you walked away, wondering where the fuck that Uber was.

When Diamond shoved you in the back, making you almost fall over from the impact, it felt like a fever dream. By the time you turned to face her, your vision had reduced to a sea of blinding red. The backhand you hit her with was so hard your entire arm stung. She’d barely hit the ground before you lunged again, clawing at her hair, but a pair of strong hands yanked you backwards before you could inflict another blow, pulling a few tracks out of her head in the process.

“Get off me!" you shouted, flailing wildly and swinging your fists. "Get the fuck off me!"

Jey’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist as his warm breath grazed your cheek. "Hey, hey, chill," he whispered firmly into your ear, "Let it go," he added as he glanced over at Diamond being helped to her feet by some of her NXT peers. A small crowd was starting to gather outside, and Jey knew you had to leave, now. “Come on, let’s get outta here.”

“Fuck off me! Let me go, that bitch need to die!” Enraged and out for blood, you continued to struggle against him as he led you away.

“Are you gonna leave me here?!” Diamond shrieked, watching Jey depart with you in disbelief.

Ignoring her, he took you to his truck which thankfully, was nearby. He literally dragged you, kicking and screaming, into the truck, shoving you into the passenger’s side, and drove off as discreetly as possible. 

He knew where you lived. He’d been to your place many times, just like you’d been to his. Though it was only a fifteen minute drive from the club, it seemed like hours as the deafening silence amplified the already suffocating tension between you.

“Why you out here fighting, huh? Whatchu doin’?” he asked, not backing down from the murderous look you shot him at his question.

“Fuck off, you ain’t my daddy!” you fired back. “You shoulda let me wash that bitch, I don’t care if she’s your girl.”

Jey sighed. “She’s not my girl.”

“Oh, really? Woulda never guessed from the way she was practically fucking you in the club.”

“I could say the same thing ‘bout you and Lashley. You were all up on him too,” he challenged.

Feeling your temper rise, you started to respond, but stopped short and shook your head instead. “Ya know what? Stop the car. Now. I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

"You ain't goin' nowhere in them high ass heels," he pointed out. "Besides, you in no shape to be alone right now. And we almost at your place anyway."

“Well hurry up cuz I’m feeling nauseous. Unless you want me to vomit right here. I’ll be more than happy to.”

The thinly-veiled threat motivated him to increase his speed limit. 

When he pulled up at your house, you refused his assistance and tried to get out of the car by yourself. You barely made it a few steps out, teetering on your heels, when you stumbled on the way to your door. 

"Need me to carry you?" Jey asked, knowing the answer already.

You looked at him miserably, "My head hurts."

“Where your keys at?” he asked, opening your purse to fish out your key. Unlocking the door, he picked you up bridal style and stepped through, as you wrapped your arms around him. 

"You're really strong, babe. I like my men strong,” you slurred and broke into a fit of hysterical giggles. 

It was going to be a long night.

In your living room, he laid you on the love seat, took off your shoes and quickly put a trash can next to you, just in case. Sitting in the arm chair across from you, he noticed you staring intently at him. "You okay? Ya need somethin’?"

"You’re sexy as fuck. Have I ever told you that?” you drawled, your smile wider than necessary as you slowly stood up.

Jey couldn’t help but blush at your compliment. "Ain’t nobody as sexy as you, princess," he replied, biting his lip as his eyes scanned your curvy frame appreciatively. Hands down the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on. He ached for you, but he just couldn’t have you.

Your stance was shaky as you crossed over to him, swinging your leg over his lap to straddle him, and wound your arms around his neck. "Jey...I think I like you."

He blushed again, a little flustered by the complete 180 your behavior had taken between the car ride and now. Yes, he knew you were drunk, but he wasn’t exactly sober himself. This was suddenly a precarious situation. "I thought you hate me," he murmured against your shoulder, his hands finding your hips despite himself.

You pulled back and thought about it for a second, "Yeah, I still do. But I like you too. A lot. Maybe." Framing his bearded face in your small hands, your lips brushed softly over his nose, his cheek, his chin. “Can I kiss you? I really wanna kiss you.”

Tilting your head, you nipped his bottom lip, teasing the plump flesh with your tongue. With each press of your mouth, you added more pressure, and like butter next to heat, he melted, capturing your mouth with his, tasting the alcohol on your tongue. God, he missed kissing you. Missed your touch, missed you pressed up against him like this. But this was wrong. You were both clearly out of it, and he didn’t want you to feel like he was taking advantage of you.

Groaning pitifully, he broke the kiss and tried to push you away, acutely cognizant of your big, dilated pupils. "Princess, we shouldn't do this…Not when we both wasted."

You frowned and pouted, "We’re fiiiine. Come on, Daddy, I need you." Your lips latched onto his neck, knowing full well it was his sweet spot, rolling your ass against his crotch and feeling him harden underneath you. Your moans became throatier and sultrier, gradually stripping away the little self-control he had left. His lips crashed back over yours, his tongue moving roughly in your mouth, a fistful of your hair in his hand and your ass in the other, molding and kneading possessively. This was such a stupid idea on both your parts. But right now it was all you both wanted and consequences be damned.

You helped him peel off your short dress, tugging it over your head. His palms quickly roamed your smooth skin, stopping at your ass to squeeze the soft flesh. Then, shoving his hand inside your underwear, he flattened his palm right over the slick juncture between your legs and rubbed the wetness there, and he smiled as you moaned softly, as your skin quivered around his hand. But two could play that game. Your hand slithered down his pants, finding him rock-hard. You massaged his length with your fist, and just like that, you both found yourselves in a standoff; heated stare on heated stare, jerking each other off like it was a competition. 

Leaning in to nibble his earlobe, you whispered in his ear, "Fuck me right now, Uso. And make it count."

He didn’t need to be told twice. He shot to his feet, lifting you into his arms with your ass in his clutches. Your body was alluringly warm and soft and he almost wept from how good you felt against him. Cradling you to him, his long legs quickly ate up the distance between the living room and your bedroom. He laid you on the edge of the bed and took off his shirt. His mind and body were highly strung, desperate to find some relief and release all of the pent up tension from tonight.

Although you tried to pretend that this was nothing more than a quick fuck, you couldn't resist sitting up and slowly kissing his lips. He tasted so good, and his naked body felt even better. You let your hands wander over his chest, dragging your nails across his pec tattoos in as you kissed him, before you pulled away abruptly and shoved him onto his back with his legs still set on the floor. Seeing him stretched out over your sheets brought back memories which you quickly tried to dispel. You yanked his pants down to his ankles with force, frowning when a condom fell out of the back pocket. Picking it up, you tossed it onto his chest.

“Put it on,” you told him, denying yourself the enticing visage of him rolling the rubber down his shaft. For all you cared, it was meant for Diamond, but you decided to ignore that and focus on the hard dick that was waiting and ready for your use.

Jey’s eyebrows creased in confusion as he watched you take off your panties, only to turn your back on him. "Whatchu doin’?"

"What’s it look like I’m doin’," you shrugged, nudging his legs wide apart and adjusting yourself in the reverse cowgirl position. You took hold of him and eased yourself down his length, an agonizingly slow slide until your ass pressed down on his pelvis. You both groaned at the feeling, your head hanging down while you reacquainted yourself with his fullness. This was for the best; you wouldn’t have to look at his face or get caught up in his gorgeous eyes.

Placing your hands on his knees, you began riding him, hard, quick, focusing solely on your pleasure. Circling your hips, you moaned out as your pussy immediately clamped around every inch of his cock. He was panting already, his hands on your waist helping you to bounce on him. Jey looked on, completely hypnotized by the sight of your ass slapping against his pelvis, your pussy leaking all over the condom covering his cock. He gripped your ass cheeks before spreading them open so you could take him deeper. As he began to jut his hips upwards into you, you threw your head back with a whimper, losing yourself to the sweet sensation of him filling you, wet smacking sounds echoing around the bedroom as you met him thrust for thrust.

“You feel so good, princess," Jey breathed, caressing wherever he could reach, eventually finding your breasts and tugging your puckered nipples between his thick fingers. 

"Mmmm," you purred, trying to ignore his sexy voice. It was impossible to deny how good he felt, stretching you, testing the limits to the depth and tightness of your pussy. Still, you took back control by switching to hard, grinding motions, concentrating on getting off. Luckily you were almost there; he was nestled right against your g-spot as you gyrated your ass on him, edging closer to your orgasm.

Jey knew what you were trying to do, and the Alpha Male in him was not having it. Surging to his feet with you in his arms, he climbed into the bed and dumped you amongst the pillows back-first. Sitting back on his heels, he pried your legs wide apart and tapped his dick against your clit, then shoved it back inside you. The sharp, sudden invasion only fueled your pleasure, and you squealed, your moans coming in short, raspy pants as he pummeled your pussy hard and fast. Clamping a hand around your throat, he slammed his dick into your sweet spot over and over, making your eyes flutter shut in utter pleasure as you came all over him. This was just like old times...straight-up vulgar fucking that laid waste to your g-spot. Jey kept fucking you through your orgasm, looking down at the place where your bodies merged, and smiling arrogantly at what he saw.

"Look at that pussy, nutting all over my cock. So fuckin' good. You missed Daddy's dick, amirite?"

"Yes, Daddy," you moaned, turning your head to the side as he started rotating his hips, slow-grinding inside your pussy, "Aww, shit..."

“Look at me,” he growled, frowning when you ignored him. Again. Grabbing your cheeks between his fingers, he steered your face back to meet his heated gaze. “I said look at me,” he ordered, his voice gruff and menacing.

Moth. Flame. Just as you predicted, the feelings and emotions came flooding back. Just like you feared, you got lost in his eyes; the passion, the desire, the affection you felt for him, reflecting back at you. You groaned softly with him, and he leaned down and nuzzled your throat, his nostrils breathing in your scent, your skin, absorbing you. Your legs hitched higher around his waist, allowing him to hook them over his elbows and deepen his strokes, giving you that Henny dick, and your pussy reacted accordingly.

“Yeah, baby, grip that dick, squeeze me hard. You’re turned on, ain’t cha,” Jey grunted, licking the seam of your lips and doing the same to both your nipples, “I told you, this pussy belongs to me. You’re mine, princess. Don’t ever forget that shit.”

“Mmm, unnnhhh, mmmph…” You whined so sexily beneath him. All soft and delicate like a little kitten. You were looking up at him with your pretty eyes, dilated with a mix of pleasure and liquor as you took his big cock like a good girl. He was caught up in your eyes and the feel of your fingers clutching the back of his head, enticing him to kiss you again, adding extra tongue, his head seemingly about to combust from how good he was feeling. Sober or intoxicated, your sex was always incredible; he couldn’t get enough of you if he tried.

He swung your legs up onto his shoulders, your heavy pants dissolving into outright cries when he started jackhammering into you. His hips collided into yours with brute force, smothering you into the bed with his bigger body. It was mind-blowing, his dick at the bottom of your pussy, your toes touching the headboard, the heat between you spreading, scorching, hurtling towards an extinction-level explosion. And when it hit you, tears sprung to your eyes and you were robbed of all speech. Your muscles tensed and your legs shook from its intensity. 

Jey’s tortured groan warmed the crook of your neck as he detonated with you, his body shivering from indescribable pleasure. The harsh movement of his hips softened into gentle rolls in his attempt to pour every drop of himself in the condom buried inside you. Afterwards, he hovered weakly over your prone frame, drained and out of breath, before finding enough strength to pull out and crumple down next to you. Your last thought as you curled up against his warm body was how much you missed this. Missed him.

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The horrendous sensation of your stomach climbing up your throat woke you up. Almost falling out of the bed, you half-ran, half-stumbled into the bathroom. You barely made it to the toilet bowl in time, falling on your knees to empty the contents of your stomach. Tears pricked your eyes as you struggled to breathe. You hated throwing up. It hurt like hell and you always felt like you were puking up all your insides.

Just as you thought it was over, another wave of nausea came along, wrenching through your entire body. You suddenly felt a hand on your back, another pulling your hair away from your face. Jey. You tried to ward him off, but he didn’t budge, holding your hair until you were done puking your guts out. He then helped you up, took your robe and put it on you, and it was then you noticed he was in his briefs and nothing else. He waited for you to wash your mouth and brush your teeth, then carried you back to the bed, picking up the bottle of water and aspirin he’d set by the nightstand.

“Here, this will help. Took some earlier this morning before you woke up.” He handed them to you and watched you closely like a dutiful spouse. The taste of water right after brushing your teeth was revolting, but you forced the medicine down. Once you were finished, you put the water away and pointed at the door. 

“You can get out now. Let yourself out when you’re done getting dressed." 

There was a heavy silence as he digested your flippant dismissal. “You bein' for real right now?” he said through gritted teeth.

“What? We fucked and we got off. Why you still here?”

"Because I care about you," he responded. His voice was tight, strained, struggling to keep his emotions at bay. "Okay? I’m here because I didn’t want you to be alone. I stayed cuz I wanted to see you…Baby, we need to talk."

“I ain’t your baby. And I don’t wanna talk to you.” Getting back out of the bed, you left him alone in the room. You were still tired and the morning light felt as blinding as headlights, but you trudged on, eager to put distance between you and him.

Hurrying into his clothes and shoes, Jey fought off his own hangover symptoms as he followed you into the living room. “You ignored every single one of my calls and my texts. I been tryna talk to you for weeks. Just hear me out, please, babe.”

With every syllable he uttered, a tsunami was gathering strength inside you, threatening to break and flood the wall you had tried so hard to put back up. Then, that wall gave way, and your lips moved, the raging tsunami powering through the throbbing sensation in your head. 

"Fuck you."

Jey flinched, chastened by your vicious rebuff. "Princess," he began, but you kept talking, your emotions spilling like a malfunctioning fountain.

"No, don’t fucking cut me off! Why would I ever want to speak to you again after what you did? You never gave me a chance to explain so why do you deserve to be heard? Huh?” You shoved your hair angrily out of your face. “After Cody kissed me, I came straight to you because I wanted to be honest with you and start off our relationship the right way. And instead you exposed us. I begged you, begged you to hear me out…but you didn't. You called me every name in the book over a misunderstanding! You humiliated me in front of our co-workers! Do you have any idea how that made me feel?"

He did. That was why he was here. To take responsibility for his actions. To start over, if you wanted to. He wanted you to understand that what he did hurt him as much as it hurt you. 

But you had no interest in any of it. “That's not all you did, either and this is the one that really pisses me off. You used me. You used Key West to break down my walls and get close to me. You stole my heart, you made me fall for you and then tossed me aside like trash. You treated me like I was nothing, in fact, less than nothing. I always knew you hated me, but I never realized you hated me that much!”

He felt his stomach plummet somewhere in the abyss. “Baby, I don’t hate you-”

The laugh you let out at his response sent a chill through him. It was sarcastic, humorless, borderline manic, and it burned his soul, the fire almost as scalding as the one that blazed in your eyes.

“You don’t just hate me, Jey. You despise me,” you corrected, your tone clipped and ice-cold. “You detest me. You would never have done what you did if you don’t. You hurt me on purpose, and I blame myself because I was stupid to think you actually cared about me. I let my guard down and that’s on me. But mark my words when I say it will never, ever, ever, happen again. I swear on all four of my grandparents’ graves. You fucked with me for the last time.”

Jey forced down the lump that had formed in his throat. The regret in his eyes was palpable, looking like a lost puppy as he tried to plead his case. “Y/N, please-” 

"Don’t touch me!" You jerked away when he tried to reach for you, your heart lurching at the hurt in his eyes. “Just fucking leave, alright? Leave me alone! Go back to Diamond. You can fuck her all you want now, cuz as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing between us."

Jey came closer to you, his eyes narrowed and unwavering. "After last night, we both know that’s bullshit,” he stated confidently.

For one agonizing second, you wanted to choke him out. You wanted to rip your heart out of your chest, hold the battered organ up in front of his face, and scream: "See this? This is what you did to me!" You were so upset; your legs were about to buckle and you just wanted him gone. You couldn’t bear to be near him anymore. "Last night was a drunken mistake. Period. We’re done, Jey. I don’t ever want to see you again. Get out!" Walking over to the door, you flung it wide open and glared pointedly at him.

A distraught Jey struggled to process this turn of events. He didn’t want to leave you. Not like this. But the tears in your eyes and the quivering of your lip told him everything he needed to know. He had done an unforgivable thing by breaking your heart. Breathing out a dejected sigh, he slipped past you without another word and walked out through the door, out of your life, just like you asked him to, his chest tightening with every step he took.

Slamming the door shut on the man you loved, your legs gave out at last, and you slid down to the ground in a flood of tears. This agony, this ache inside your chest, was tearing you apart. The betrayal and deep regret and utter worthlessness overwhelmed you. You couldn't breathe, your chest heaved, and you struggled not to cry out from the pain that gripped your broken heart like a vice.

On the other side of the door, Jey’s features crumpled in pain as he listened to the anguish of the woman he loved; your sniffles, your sobs, each one ripping out a different piece of his heart. Pressing his forehead against the door, his fingers splayed out against the wooden surface, as though trying to reach out to you, trying to take away your pain. The pain he caused.

"I'm sorry, Y/N…I'm so sorry…"

END OF PART 3

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Hostile Territory - Chapter 25

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 2.4K

Warnings: none for this chapter

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Day 221

The entire duration of his flight to Iraq, Sy attempted to entertain himself with a book. Of course, immersing yourself in a fictional fantasy universe was a little harder when you were sitting in a C-130 surrounded by a bunch of fellow soldiers who carry guns rather than riding through a forest on horseback and wielding a sword. And no fantasy world was exciting enough to distract from the pain of being torn away from the person you love.

Okay, maybe ‘torn away’ was a bit dramatic but that was how it felt. Sy had a newfound understanding of why his sisters had been so insufferable after their first heartbreaks back in high school. He did not have the emotional intelligence to deal with his current predicament.

And it had only been five days.

Closing the book, Sy dug the newly purchased hardcover journal from his pack instead. It wasn’t always possible to have their phones when they were out on ops, for obvious reasons, so he’d decided he would use the journal to write down the things he would want to say to Leah. On the inside of the front cover, he had taped a copy of the drawing Leah had given him. The original he’d left safely back in the States where it wouldn’t risk getting blown up.

Turning the page, he read over the first entry in the journal. 

Dear L,

I know I already sent you a message thanking you for the drawing but a text doesn’t feel good enough for the amount of work you no doubt put into making it. It feels even more inadequate with how we parted ways. Letting you walk away, knowing I was the one who put that look on your face, was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I can only hope you’ll allow me to spend my life making up for it.

It felt like yet another betrayal not to call her by her full name but it was too risky. If something happened and someone tried to return his belongings they might start asking questions. It was also the reason he hadn’t already made Leah his phone background.

She’d grumbled every time he tried to take pictures of her but he’d managed to sneak in a few shots while she wasn’t looking. He did notice that she was much less likely to protest if he was in the shot with her so he’d taken more pictures of himself in ten days than he had in ten years.

Soon, they were landing in Iraq and Sy was in the front seat of a humvee on his way back to Warhorse. This time however, it was only a short stay. He was meeting with the captain who had taken over during his leave to do a more formal handoff of the tasks and responsibilities now that he knew it was a permanent change of command.

“Welcome back, Major Syverson.”

“Thank you.” The handshake the other man offered was pointlessly strong, even just shy of painful. Sy didn’t have the patience for intimidation games, he just wanted to do what he needed to do and get the hell out. “Is there any particular reason the locals are out there yellin’ at us?” 

“You know them hajis, they’re never happy.”

Sy bristled at the choice of words. “They may not be particularly happy to have Americans in their country but when I left the locals were not demandin’ our heads on a stake.”

The man shrugged him off, turning to walk back inside.

“They’re just mad at us for dealing with a couple of troublemakers. God forbid they show a hint of gratitude to us for cleaning up this shit stain on a map. That would be a betrayal of their beliefs.”

The bullshit coming out of Captain Dickhead’s mouth didn’t wane once the entire time they spoke in Sy’s office. Well, Captain Dickhead’s office. He made it very clear that he thought Sy had been too soft on the locals and too hard on his soldiers. How dare he write them up for innocent teasing.

Sy was relieved when they finally called it a day and went out to chow. Looking around the mess hall, Sy noticed something missing.

“Where’s Aika?”

Captain Dickhead fell heavily into his chair. “Who?”

“Aika. You know, the green german shepherd that roams around the base.”

“That mutt had a name? All I know is that I checked and there were no K9 units out here so I told one of the boys to put it outside the gates where it belonged. Told him that if he put it out of its misery while he was at it, there would be no skin off my nose.”

Sy felt the blood drain from his face. As furious as he was, he couldn’t say a thing. He technically didn’t do anything wrong.

Aside from being a supreme asshole.

Aika was a stray and keeping her on base gave the extra burden of another mouth to feed—although she usually survived by taking a single bite of food from each soldier on base—but her presence was like a small flame in a dark, windowless room.

It might have been best that Sy hadn’t been the one to put her out or leave her behind but… He wished he had at least been able to give her a final goodbye.

The sound of the chopper was loud even through the earplugs Leah wore. She kept her eyes on Benjie as she waited for his signal while running through her mental safety checklist. On Benjie’s go ahead, she lept backwards and fell.

Once her feet hit the roof below, she unclipped herself and followed the others towards the door leading into the building. They fired at the stand-ins holding guns and ‘rescued’ the ones playing friendlies. By the time they had cleared the building, Leah was panting hard.

The adrenaline was still pumping through her veins as the team clapped each other on the back and waited for their score. The exercise had been made to test speed over strategy so Leah was ninety-nine point nine percent sure they had passed but it was impossible to judge time when you were in the thick of it.

In their first runs of the course, Ethan had taken to humming the S.W.A.T. theme song under his breath which gave a vague sense of how much time had passed but he’d stopped when someone pointed out that they were supposed to be in stealth mode. To Leah’s great dismay, it had actually caught on during exercises where they weren’t required to be silent and now people kept pointing out all the ways she and Michelle Rodriguez’s character from the 2003 movie were alike. Which led to them pointing out the similarities between Leah and all the other characters Michelle Rodriguez had played. It was possible they meant it as a compliment but considering half her characters died horrible, violent deaths, she wasn’t inclined to take it that way. 

The past few days in Arizona had been dedicated to what Jer affectionately referred to as ‘voluntarily falling out of flying objects’. Though he’d agreed to participate in the MFF course, this was far from his favorite part of the job. For now at least. He did a good job of keeping his nerves invisible to the outside eye so perhaps it would eventually grow on him.

Leah, on the other hand, one would think she had a death wish by the way excitement built in her body every single time she prepared for a jump.

Whenever they were doing a drill, Leah had total focus but, when they had gone through the refresher course, her mind had wandered to a certain set of piercing blue eyes. She could prepare the ropes and harness in her sleep so it hadn’t caused any catastrophic accidents but she would need to get her head on straight before they moved on to actually parachuting out of a plane.

Now that she and the guys were taking their gear off for the day, Leah got lost in thought again, only giving a hum of acknowledgement here or there as the others chatted.

After spending the morning in the wind tunnels and the afternoon doing drills, she was exhausted and ready for some food, sleep and a much needed shower. Not necessarily in that order. 

“I can’t remember the last time my muscles ached this much,” Ethan said as she joined them in the mess hall after cleaning up in her room.

“I know, I never skip leg day but no one prepared me for the amount of effort it would take to keep that arch.” Jer stretched his back with a wince.

“Maybe next time you make a girl stick her ass out while you’re backshotting her, you’ll have the decency to make her cum as a thank you,” Leah deadpanned, taking a giant bite out of her burger.

The boys guffawed while Jer tossed a fry which hit Leah square in the chest. “You spend a lot of time getting backshotted, Coleman? Is that why you’re the only one not complaining?”

“Nope”. She swallowed, washing down her bite with some water. “I’m just used to having to hold all sorts of bendy positions. Usually while dangling upside down and spinning in circles.”

While it was true that her experience with aerial arts helped her hold the position in the tunnels, it didn’t mean she wasn’t sore all over like the rest of them. She simply didn’t dare give the slightest hint that she found their training challenging. Even if the guys wouldn’t hold it against her, it didn’t mean any of the others never would.

More than once she’d been called on to answer questions or be the first to try one of the training exercises. Luckily, she’d managed not to make a complete fool of herself in the short time they’d been there. She just hoped it would stay that way as things continued to get more difficult because she really wanted to succeed.

Day 206

Leah couldn’t spend two weeks doing cutesy couple’s stuff. Cooking together and making a giant mess, ordering takeout instead, hand-feeding one another said takeout food. Okay, maybe those things only happened in movies but the idea of spending their time cooped up in honeymoon phase isolation made her skin itch.

It wasn’t that Sy minded going out, he just didn’t want Leah to feel obligated to come up with activities to fill their days. He wanted to get to know the real Leah, not the version of her where she attempted to act like the perfect host.

When she offered to take Sy out on her favorite hiking trails, there was no way he was going to say no. Leah had spent her childhood on the trails, what better way to get to know the real her?

She’d also managed to convince him to do some rock-climbing while they were there. Actually, she convinced him to hike up a section of the mountain, rappel down the side using a fixed anchor in the rock, then climb back up again. Sy had only trained in how to rappel off the sides of buildings, not climb rock faces, but he managed not to embarrass himself. Much.

He’d panicked the first time he’d slipped and caused Leah to lift off the ground but she’d just laughed it off as if being yanked six feet in the air was part of the fun. To be fair, to her, it probably was. Luckily, some other climbers had come along and were able to belay her so she could take a turn. He remembered the basics but he hadn’t done it in years and he was not going to take chances with Leah’s safety.

As he watched her gracefully scale the wall—yes, he’d just called her climbing graceful—he determined that it was the right thing to do. Leah wore leggings that fit like a second skin and the harness framed her ass in a way that made Sy want to blindfold the two other witnesses. He would definitely not have trusted himself with Leah’s safety with that much of a distraction right in front of him.

“Okay, this is obviously way too easy for you,” one of the climbers said as Leah came down. She’d finished the climb in one go, barely breaking a sweat. “Why don’t you guys come out and do some of the harder pitches?”

“That’s okay.” Leah unclipped herself from the harness and proceeded to pull her rope down. “I haven’t been out here in forever, I’m not shooting for a personal record. I was just showing my boyfriend what I love about Colorado.”

“Why not?” Sy asked, drawing the others’ attention. “We’re here now and we won’t be back in the country for a while. Might as well have fun while we can.”

Leah gave him a bright smile, skipping over to plant a kiss on his cheek. They spent another few hours in the park after hiking over to the other rock face which had harder pitches. Sy managed to muscle his way up one that had larger holds while Leah swapped her running shoes for talon-shaped ‘torture devices’—her words—to climb some of the sections where she had to clip the rope as she went. Once they were both tired, they said goodbye to the other pair and found a quiet spot to settle down and have a late lunch. 

While Leah was looking out at the horizon, a contented look on her face, Sy pulled out his phone and took a picture of her from over her shoulder. The sun was hitting her just right and the scenery behind her was incredible but as soon as she saw him taking pictures, she angled her face down and away.

“No you don’t, come here.”

Sliding a hand under her legs, he pulled her onto his lap and wrapped an arm around her front. Sy lifted his phone once again, this time taking a series of selfies of the both of them. Leah rolled her eyes but stopped protesting, instead leaning back into Sy’s embrace.

She submitted to a few more pictures before turning around and diverting his attention with a kiss. After one final picture, Sy abandoned the phone in favor of wrapping Leah’s ponytail around his fist and deepening the kiss.

As much as he wanted something to remember that moment by, the taste of Leah’s lips would win out every time.

Chapter 26

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Matched: Chapter 7 - The White Dress

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Thea Foster Warnings: 18+. Smut. Sex. Penetrative sex, unprotected sex. Breeding kink. Fluff. Elopement. Marriage. Mentions of future children. A/N: This has got to be my favorite series to write.

Thea was right to think Josh couldn’t keep his mouth closed about our elopement. I spent half the morning on the phone with our mother as she scolded me on the decision to elope, all with a smile on her face.

I have my phone propped up on the counter as I cook breakfast for Thea and myself. “Mom, we’re going to celebrate with everyone, just at a later time. We want this to just be something for us.”

“And Josh..” She adds.

“Yes, and Josh.” I say.

“Are you sure we can’t be there too?”

I smile but shake my head. “We’ll send pictures.”

Mom sighs but nods her head in understanding. “And you’re sure this is what you both want to do?”

Nodding my head, I slide the eggs off the pan and on two plates. “Yes, Mom.”

“Thea’s not pregnant, is she?”

“Mom!” I laugh. “No! Even if she was, that’d wouldn’t be the reason that we want to do this.”

“Okay, okay..” She sighs. “This is just… So sudden..”

“Mom, I’ve wanted to marry her since the second I laid my eyes on her.” Setting the plates on a tray, I pour fresh coffee into two cups and fill Thea’s with creamer. “Ma, I gotta go. We’ll talk about this more later.”

Carrying the tray of food upstairs, I get into the bedroom to find Thea awake. She smiles when she sees me and stretches out. “Did you make breakfast?” She asks. I nod my head and walk over to the bed and set the tray on top of the sheets. “You’re too sweet..”

I smile and lean over to kiss the temple of her head. I tell Thea about the chat with my mother and she laughs telling me that she was right, to which I don’t correct her. I instead nod my head in agreement and feed her a strawberry.

We made love that morning after we finished breakfast. Soft and sensual, meaningful. Every thrust I delivered, I gave her a kiss. And with every kiss I gave, she would giggle. “I love you,” I say as I give one final thrust and bring her to her end. She holds tightly to my body, a feeling I could never find myself getting used to. I love feeling her fingers claw at my back and I love feeling her thighs as she clenches tightly to my waist.

“I love you too,” She says back to me as she pulls me down for a kiss.

The following three months went by in a whirlwind and the album was finally released. Interviews and press meetings came and went and now was the time for the trip. Stepping into the house, I close the door and drop my things by the stairs. “Thea?” I call as I head up the stairs.

“Don’t come in yet!” She shouts as she closes the front door in my face.

“Woah, what’s going on?”

“Just give me a minute!”

I lean against the doorframe and fold my arms across my chest. “Are you trying on your dress again?”

“So what if I am?” She calls back.

I can hear the smile in her voice as she speaks. “Am I not allowed to see it?”

“No! Not until our wedding day!”

“Ahhh, the wedding.. Sure you still want to go through with it?”

The door flies open and I take a step back. Her face is only mere centimeters from mine and her eyebrows are furrowed. “Yes, I do.. No pun intended.. Are you sure that you still want to go through with it?”

I smile and peck her lips. “Yes.. I do–no pun intended.”

She giggles. “Then good, we’re on the same page.” She steps away and goes back into the bedroom. “I talked to Josh, by the way. He finally got ordained so everything is good to go.”

“Good, I won’t have to hound him to get it done.” I chuckle as I step up to her. “Only two more days until I get to officially call you my wife.” I say as I lean down to kiss her. “Can you believe that we’re doing this?”

Thea giggles and presses another kiss to my lips. “I don’t believe it truthfully.. But I am excited.” She wraps her arms around my waist and draws me into her. “I did pick up the marriage license so we are official. Josh’s signature will be on there twice though–once at the minister and again as a witness.”

“It’s official.”

She eagerly nods her head. “I can’t wait. I can finally say that I got to sail on the infamous boat.”

“Well.. You’ve already broken it in.” I say. I see her cheeks flush and I laugh. “That was a great night. I finally got to be with the woman that I love and it turned out for the better.”

“That boat is magical.”

“I’d like to believe it is.” I say as I kiss her again. “Who knows, maybe it’s so magical it’d give us a baby.”

Thea smiles and pulls me back in. “Then shall we find out?” She says as she presses her hips to mine. “The boat doesn’t get picked up until tomorrow afternoon..”

I smile wickedly at her before swooping her up in my arms and dashing downstairs and out to the garage. We scramble up the ladder and onto the boat and I drag her back into the room before laying her on the bed.

We don’t waste any time to undress and she’s got her legs wrapped around my waist and she’s pulling me down on top of her. “This is familiar..” I say, hovering over top of her. She smiles and draws me in for a kiss.

I can feel her already soaked core pressing against my cock. And my god, it feels great. Pulling away only slightly, I bury my face in the crook of her neck and suck on her skin. She moans sweetly in my ear and tugs deliciously at my hair. I grind my hips into her, rubbing my cock through her wetness.

“Jake.. Please..” She begs.

I smile against her skin and trail kisses down her neck and collarbone and down to her breasts. She squirms beneath me as the hairs of my mustache tickle her skin. I circle one of her breasts with my tongue as I massage the other with my hand.

Her back arches slightly off the bed causing her warm and baby soft skin to slide against my body. Pulling my mouth off of her breast, I move back up to her face and kiss her once more. I crawl away and off the bed before gently rolling her over onto her stomach.

“This is interesting..” She giggles as I lift her up.

“Well, supposedly it’s easier to conceive a boy if we do it doggy style.”

“Do you honestly believe that?”

“No, but this boat is magical so I guess we’ll find out.” I say as I thrust myself inside of me. She moans loudly, throwing her head back. I hold her hips tightly in my hands as I pound myself inside of her. The moans she releases feeds my adrenaline and turns me on even more. My dick is throbbing inside of me, nearly ready to burst with every blow that I deliver.

I hit her deeper and deeper until I practically melded with her. I hunched over top of her with my arms wrapped around her waist as I continue fucking myself into her. My teeth sink into the skin of her shoulder when I feel her clenching around me.

I’m nearly out of breath but I’ve nearly got her there. “Come on baby, let go for me. I’ve got you.”

Just as she starts gushing all over me, I’m following shortly after and filling her completely, but I still don’t stop.

“Need to make sure you’re so full of me,” I say, making her moan. “I’m gonna get you pregnant with my baby.. You’re going to look so beautiful with your round belly and big tits..”

“Fuck, Jake.”

I can tell we’re both overstimulated so I slow down my thrusts until I come to a complete stop. Gently and carefully I pull out and she lays her body down on the bed. I’m heaving for air as I fall onto the bed beside her.

It takes us both a minute to relax before she turns over onto her back. “I take it you really want a boy.” She speaks up, eyes still trained on the ceiling of the boat.

“Very much so.” I laugh.

We curl up together in the bed and I set an alarm just in case we fall asleep. Last thing I want is for the moving guys to find us butt naked on this thing when they show up to take it to Florida.

Yes, Florida. We decided to start our trip there. It may be nearing the end of Hurricane season but we’ll be long should anything hit again. But Florida is where it all started, at least on Thea’s end. If she never saw me there, she never would have solidified her feelings. She never would have made the decision to want to come to me. We’ll be docked at the same harbor and this time when I leave, she’ll be with me and she’ll be my wife.

That night, I dreamt of Henry. I didn’t used to believe that dreams ever meant much outside of your head. But I’m starting to believe that they do.

Henry. I have always liked that name. Henry Kiszka. Henry Jacob Kiszka–if I wanted to name sake him after me. And then it clicked.

Henry Francis.

After Sam, of course.

He may have been Thea’s first, and I intend to be her last, but Sam means a lot to the both of us.

H-E-N-R-Y  F-R-A-N-C-I-S, I would trace on her stomach the next morning. She smiles down at me as I kiss her stomach.

We had an hour before we had to be off the boat so I again fucked her in the bed.

It started out in a loving embrace until the primal need took over the both of us. I thought I was being too rough and I asked her if I should stop but she insisted that I keep going, which resulted in me having to carry her back to the house. Her legs shook like jell-o as she tried to put on her sweatpants. I couldn’t help but to chuckle, so I went over to help her finish getting dressed.

Once the boat was taken away, we got all of our things packed for the next three weeks and headed off to the airport where we met up with Josh.

He has a bright smile on his face when he sees us. I could tell he was excited because the smile just never went away.

“You know, I always pictured you having this huge wedding,” He says beside him on the plane. “Though I know an elopement isn’t far off your vibe either,” He chuckles. “Honestly this is more you. Private, intimate, no one knows-” I clear my throat and cock my head. “Okay, Mom and Dad know.”

“Yeah, no thanks to you big mouth.” I chuckle. “She begged to be there.”

“Well it is mom and you are getting married, so it makes sense that she would want to be here,” He sighs. “But like I said. This is more you.”

The flight to Florida wasn’t very long. Though because the boat wouldn’t be arriving until the next morning, we had to stay in a hotel. Which was fine. Get one last really good sleep in a normal bed before we take on the waves.

I tried to sneak a peek at Thea’s dress but she smacked my hand away and gave me a stern look.

“Come on baby, we get married tomorrow.” I whine. “I really want to see it.”

“And you will.. Tomorrow. You can hold out for another twenty four hours.”

I heave a sigh. “Fine..” She smiles and gives me a kiss.

The day had finally come and I woke up with nothing but nervous energy. “Don’t you fucking dare change your mind.” Josh scolds me as he helps me with my tie.

I shake my head. “No, I’m not changing my mind. I won’t. I want this. I don’t know, I’m just nervous.”

“Good, because if she doesn’t kill you for leaving her, I will.”

I smile and fix my hair in the mirror. I hear the door to the room open followed by Thea’s voice. “Good morning!”

“Hi baby,” I greeted her with a kiss. “How was your run?”

“Beautiful,” She says. “Today is going to be amazing.” She gives me another kiss before hopping into the shower.

“Are you ready?” She calls from the bedroom.

“Heck yeah we are!” Josh responds.

The door of the bedroom opens and she steps out in the living room. I slowly rise to my feet as I look at her in awe. She’s wearing a white dress. The white dress.

“How do I look?”

“You look amazing!” Josh exclaims. “Such a gorgeous bride.”

Her eyes darted to me and she smiled. “Jake?”

“That dress..” I sputter. “You were wearing that the night we met.” She smiles and nods her head. “It was your cousin’s bachelorette party and she had you all dress in white. You were stunning then just as you are now.”

“I’m glad you remember, because I sure don’t.” Josh says.

“You were also wasted that night,” I say. “Had to cut our conversation short because you weren’t feeling good.”

“Ohhh, that I remember.” Josh says, his cheeks reddening. “So..” He claps his hands together and stands up from the couch. “Are we ready?”

“Let’s go get married,” I say as I grab Thea’s hand.

Turns out my mother wasn’t the only person that Josh spoke to about this. Sam stands on the beach with his camera and takes pictures as the three of us walk down the boardwalk to the sand. I glance over at Josh and he smiles an innocent smile and shrugs his shoulders.

“What?” He says. “We need a photographer!”

“You really thought I’d miss this?” Sam smiles as he snaps more photos. “I am the family photographer, am I not?”

“Where’s Danny hiding?”

Sam shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Thea giggles beside me and squeezes my hand. “So we have a few family members here.”

“Alright! It’s showtime!” Josh calls as he heads down the beach.

“Ready?” I ask, looking down at Thea.

She looks up at me with a beaming smile. “I am, are you?”

“I’ve been ready since the day that I met you.”

Thea rolls her eyes and laughs. “Smooth, Kiszka. Very smooth.”

I chuckle and kiss her forehead before helping her along the sand and to the shore.

“Can I just start with how happy I am for the two of you? And how happy I am to be officiating this beautiful occasion? I love the two of you, and I am excited to see you both join together as one, as husband and wife. So, before I start to ramble, let’s get a move on..”

With trembling hands, I take Thea’s hands in mine as I face her. She’s already got tears in her eyes and I fight the urge to let mine show.

“I won’t bore with a whole speech of love,” Josh continues. “You already know how it is.”

Thea giggles and squeezes my hands.

“So we’re just going to skip the vows. Jake? Do you want to start?”

Suddenly my body tenses. The vows. I forgot to write my vows. How could I forget to do one of the most important parts of this thing? I feel Thea squeeze my hands again. I look at her and she nods her head reassuring me.

“Just do the basics,” She says. “Because I forgot to write mine.”

I guess my body is visibly relaxed because she smiles and winks.

“Oka-a-ay,” Josh says slowly. “We’ll do this the quick way.”

“Do you, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, take Dorothea Lynn Foster to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and health, for richer or for poorer, until death do you part?”

I keep my eyes locked on Thea and smile. “I do.”

“Wonderful,” Josh beams. “Now.. Dorothea Lynn Foster, do you take Jacob Thomas Kiszka, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and health, for richer or for poorer, and until death do you part?”

“I do,” Thea smiles back.

“Well then.. By the power invested in me by the great state of Tennessee–and Florida, because you can never be too prepared–I now pronounce husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

“Fucking finally,” I sigh.

I pull her into me and press my lips firmly against her. We soon hear whoops and hollers coming from the boardwalk. Pulling away, we look up to see just about everybody there. My parents and sister, Danny and his family and Thea’s parents and sister.

“Josh..” We both groan.

“Hey, in my defense I only told Sam and Mom.”

“I may have told Danny..” Sam grins. “But only him, I swear!”

“So much for an elopement…” I grumble to Thea.

Thea giggles and curls into my side. “Yeah but it’s our family, we did plan on celebrating with them eventually.”

I huff and shoot an annoyed look at Josh. He simply smiles and winks before taking off up the beach and to the boardwalk. Thea pats my hand and kisses my cheek.

“Come on, hubby, we’ve got some celebrating to do!” She says before dragging me back up the beach.

“Today is a special day,” My father says as he stands before everyone at lunch. “And on behalf of everyone here, we would like to wish the newlyweds a long and happy marriage full of love and of course babies.”

Everyone cheers and takes a sip of their beverages. The rest of the night followed with more drinking and celebrating, dancing and more drunken congratulations.

Thea and myself find ourselves back in our hotel room, tearing each other’s clothes off as our heated makeout starts turning into more. Once we’re fully naked, I scoop her into my arms and carry her into the bedroom and lay her out in the bed. I pull back and stand in front of the bed. She’s completely bare and vulnerable to me at that moment.

“Why are you just staring at me?” She questions.

“Something’s different about you.” My eyes trail from her toes and up her legs and to her waist before going up her chest and stopping at her face.

“Different how?”

“I don’t know..” I lean back against the dresser and cross my arms over my chest. “Ever since becoming my wife, you look different.”

She slowly sits up, propping her body up on her elbows. “How so?”

“I’m trying to figure that out.”

“Maybe I look different because I’m your wife..” She says. She dips her fingers through her folds and pumps them in and out at a slow pace. She moans and rolls her eyes.

I slide my hand down my length and back up, stroking myself as I watch her finger herself, bringing herself to her own climax. But I don’t let her finish.

I push off the dresser and pull her hand away before pushing myself inside of her. She gasps loudly, her back arching off the bed as her head tilts backwards.

“You’ve become sexier since you became my wife..” I say as I pull out to the tip and push back in, creating a smooth pace as I thrust in and out of her.

“I love you, Jake.”

I lean down to kiss her, delivering one final thrust before we’re both sent over the edge into our orgasms.

“I love you too.” I say as I kiss her again. “Mrs. Kiszka..”

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1| KILLA HOTLINE

You get home from a long day. You kick your heels to the side and take off your coat with a huff of exhaustion. You had worked from the ass crack of dawn till midnight, only getting naps in between hours in my car before going back to work, but it seemed like it was never enough. your body was so tired you even left your purse and work bag in your car, too tired to carry them both up to the penthouse. You loved your job so much, but it was tiring. Treating people was your dream and you wouldn’t trade it for the world, it’s just you barely had time for yourself the more your career climbed, and though you loved your job, you also loved spoiling yourself. You loved going to different countries, buying clothes, and shoes, all of that, but you couldn’t do all of that recently with your busy schedule.

You continue on down the elongated hall and headed up the stairs to your master bedroom. slamming the door shut and jumping on your bed, your eyes slowly began to shut and a sense of calm rested in your body, but you soon noticed that’s all that happened. You weren’t drifting to sleep at all, even with not getting good sleep in all those naps you took at work. Sighing to yourself, you opened your eyes back up and stared at the ceiling. Minutes pass and you decided to just accept your failure in falling asleep, sluggishly pulling your phone out of your back pocket and opening it up. your eyes went into an immediate squint with the brightness shining into your face, making you whimper.

You lowered the devices screen light and sighed, beginning to look through your text messages and emails. Upon looking through the emails, your eyes spotted one in particular that made your eyebrow raise. ‘Diamond Studs?’ You questioned, confused as to what that was. Clicking on the email to open it, you began reading, realizing it was an invite to that same male stripclub your friends have been raging about. Making a stank face at your screen, your eyes rolls. “I know these bitches did not sign my email up for updates on this damn sausage club” you said, still scrolling and reading the email.

Though the club was raunchy as hell, you couldn’t help but applaud the person who edited and sent out these emails. It was typed out with witty little sexual jokes, not too sexual but sexual enough to make a middle aged woman who hasn’t had dick in years fan her face. Scrolling down, you saw pictures of a few of the strippers who worked there, and they were absolutely gorgeous. Still wouldn’t walk into that place confidently though. Upon gawking at the pictures, your finger slipped and went upwards, sending you all the way down to the bottom of the page.

“Damnit” you huffed, forced to wipe away the dirty thoughts that clouded your head. Coming back to your senses, you decided to read what was at the bottom then carry on, seeing that there were numerous company numbers listed to call at the bottom. “I know these ain’t what I think they is…” you mumbled, reading the names and details of the numbers. One in particular made you chuckled, the name reading ‘Killa Hotline; your wildest fantasy’. You laughed “Okay Houdini hotline. ‘Fantasy’…okay”

You thought for a bit, thinking about if you were feeling bold enough to call the number. ‘Come on, Y/N, don’t be pussy. You can’t sleep anyway’ you thought, humming to yourself. Your finger hovered over the button before you finally got the courage to click the number, pressing call. You took a deep breathe and put the phone to your ear, the electronic vibrating with the tone before someone picked up.

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Let’s see if I can successfully keep this story going and actually make it to the end 😭

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The Moment I Knew - Part 7

[Image Alt ID: a four picture collage with a black background. The first picture is of a journal with fully filled pages. The second picture is an outfit that consists of a tan bra like tank top, blue jean shorts, and a white and blue flannel button up. The third picture is of a phone laying on a blanket. The phone is receiving a phone call from someone saved as “Past”. The final picture is of a silhouette of two people kissing. The lighting behind them is purple. End Alt ID]

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Masterlist Part 6 Part 8 (Coming Soon)

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After some time, Millie and Harry take the next step in their relationship together (Content Warning: SMUT, hair pulling (gently), fingering, pet names (princess), oral (f receiving), p in v sex), but the night does not end the way they planned.

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I’m at Harry’s house and he is letting me make dinner tonight. I’m making homemade noodles for broccoli chicken alfredo. I’m also making the sauce instead of using the jar kind from the store.

Harry walks out from the bathroom after his shower and comes to the kitchen. He sits at the table.

“That smells amazing.” He says as the sauce is cooking.

“Thank you.” I reply. I turn the heat off and put everything together. Noodles, sauce, chicken, broccoli, stir together. I dish out two servings and place them at the table. I pour two glasses of red wine and set everything up. I sit across from Harry at the table and we begin to eat.

We both finish up quickly. Harry stands and picks up my plate and takes it to the sink.

“I could have did those babe!” I tell him and he turns around to smile at me.

“You worked so hard on dinner. I can do the washing up.”

“I know you can, but I am capable too. Now move over.” I demand and bump his hips with mine. He stumbles for a step but regains his balance. His hands find my hips and he pulls me closer by my belt loops. He places a kiss on my lips. The fireworks from his kisses haven’t faded, and I hope they never do. I love kissing him. I love him.

He picks me up and sits me on the countertop as he kisses me. His kisses trail down my jaw and to my neck. He must have figured out that is my favorite place to be kissed, because he does it all the time. It makes me feel breathless in the best way. His hands wander from my hips to my back, up to my shoulders and finds my hair. He gives it a gentle tug to get to more of my neck, sending a feeling straight to my core. Harry’s hands move from my hair and down to the hem of my shirt. He slides his hands under it and it sends goosebumps across my skin. He gently slides his hands up my body and my shirt follows. He gently peels it off of me, leaving me in only my purple lace bra.

Harry gives me a good long look before he continues his endless attack of kisses. They trail down from my neck onto the parts of my breasts not covered by my bra. My heart is beating out of my chest.

“Har.” I lightly moan, which only encourages him to kiss down to my stomach. I guide him back up to my lips and grab at his shirt to take it off. There is a slight hesitation from Harry, but he does let me take it off of him. I see his chest that is almost fully covered in ink. I don’t think I have ever seen Harry without a shirt before. He is stunning. My fingers delicately trace the shapes and lines on his chest.

Harry gently puts me back on the floor and unbuttons my pants.

“Is this okay?” He asks. I nod. “Let me hear you say it.”

“Yes. Please.” I say, not hiding how desperately I have been wanting this. He slides my jeans down my legs to reveal my matching purple lace underwear.

Harry takes a minute to look me over.

“You’re so beautiful baby. God, look at you. You’re amazing.” He tells me and I feel heat rise to my face. He picks me up again, but instead of putting me on the counter, he carries me to his bedroom. He lays me on the bed and begins kissing me again. He starts on my lips, moves to my jaw and down my body again. He reaches my thighs and another breathy moan escapes me. His hands roam my body as well and goosebumps lay in their wake.

“You’re so beautiful Millie.” He tells me again. He comes up and gives me another kiss on the lips. My hands reach to find his pajama bottoms and untie the strings. He stands up and slips them off, leaving him in only his boxers. “Can I touch you?” He asks. I nod again.

“Baby.” He says, “please?”

“Yes.” I tell him, remembering his want for me to be verbal. His hands slide down my body and find my thighs. He spreads my legs apart and his hands trace down the lace and to my most sensitive area.

“Fuck.” I moan. “Har please.”

I feel him pull my underwear to the side and his fingers draw circles on my clit.

“Is this what you want baby? You want me to touch you like this?”

“Yes Har.” I moan again. His fingers continue masterfully. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

His fingers slow to a stop, and I whimper at the loss of contact. He starts kissing my thighs again.

“Harry please.” I beg him.

“Patience, princess.” He tells me and the name only makes me want him more. His kisses trail my body and meet back at my thighs. Harry then takes me by surprise when I feel his tongue begin to lick me. My back arches off the bed with pleasure.

I can’t help but move around because he is making me feel so good. Harry’s hand quickly find my hips and hold them to the bed, minimizing the squirming.

I feel that coiling feeling in my stomach, and I think Harry can tell. He quickens his pace. He then takes a finger and slides it in, quickly pumping and curling his finger inside me.

“Please.” I beg him. He doesn’t let up and I come undone on his mouth and fingers. Harry isn’t shy about licking up every last drop of me. He removes his mouth and then his finger. He brings his finger to his mouth and licks it clean as well.

“That was so good har.” I tell him and he smiles.

“Do you want to go any farther with this, or is this all you want to do?”

“What do you mean?” I ask confused. Harry reaches into his bedside stand and pulls out a foil wrapper. A condom. “Oh. Yeah of course.” I say, feeling stupid that I didn’t understand.

“Yeah?” He says. He climbs off of the bed and slides his boxers off to show his length. He rips opens the wrapper and slides the condom on himself and I can’t help but stare at him. I’ve never seen this man without a shirt, but now he’s in front of me, no clothes, wanting me.

He climbs back onto the bed and above me. He kisses me again and again. A moan escapes my throat.

“Are you sure you want to do this? There’s no pressure or anything.”

“I’m sure Har. I promise.” I reassure him.

“Okay.” He says and then holds himself. He guides himself to my entrance and he teases for a minute, slightly entering and then pulling out. It makes me moan.

“Har please. Quit teasing me.” I say, desperate to continue.

“Why? You’re making such beautiful sounds, princess.” He tells me. As I am about to say my comeback, he presses in just a little farther. It drives me crazy. No words come from my mouth except his name. He fully sheaths himself into me and he lets out heavy, breathy moan. “You feel so good baby.”

He starts slow, and gradually begins to pick up the pace. He kisses my neck again. That familiar coil begins to wind again in my stomach. Harry’s pace is faster. My nails leave scratches down his back.

Harry stands on his knees, still inside me. He grabs my hips and begins again. Harder. Faster.

“Fuck Millie, you feel so good.” He praises. “I’m so close.”

He keeps going, moans spilling from both of our mouths. His movements get sloppy, and then he slows. He slowly pulls out of me, and slips the condom off. He ties it and throws it away as I continue to lay on the bed. He comes back and sits down beside me.

“You okay?” He asks me.

“Yeah. I’m great. You?” I ask in return. He nods.

“I’m good.” He tells me. “Do you want to shower?”

“Yes please.” I say as I sit up.

“Can I join you?” He asks and I’m a bit surprised. He has never wanted to shower together. Plus he showered earlier.

“Of course.” I tell him. He places a kiss on my cheek before standing. He holds out his hand and helps me off of the bed. He takes the sheets off of the bed and puts them in the hamper. We then head to the bathroom. He turns on the water and adjusts the temperature as I grab towels and washcloths. We hop in the shower and I wet my hair. Harry grabs the shampoo I have been leaving here and puts some into his hands. He gently massages it into my hair and scalp. He takes one of the wash cloths and puts my body wash on it. He takes it over every inch of my body. I rinse quickly so he can have some hot water and I step out.

I grab one of the towels that was set out. I dry off and make my way to the bedroom. I pick out a shirt and some pajama bottoms. I get dressed and find his spare bed sheets. I make the bed up nice and lay down.

Buzz buzz buzz

It’s Harry’s phone on the night stand.

“Har you’re getting a phone call!” I shout.

“Answer it for me!” He shouts back. I pick up the phone.

“Hello?” I say.

“Who’s this?” A female voice says.

“This is Millie. Who are you?”

“My name is Kate. I thought this was Harry’s number?”

“It is. He’s just busy right now. Do you want me to tell him something for you?”

“Yes please. Just tell him that I wanted to say thank you for the good night the other night. Also tell him to text me back please.” She says and my chest fills with anxiety.

“Oh. Alright. I’ll let him know.”

“Thank you so much. Have a good night Millie.”

“You too Kate.” I tell her and hang up. I can’t help but sit in silence as the shock passes through me. Who is Kate? What was he doing with her the other night? The texts?

I know I shouldn’t, but the anxiety is overwhelming.

I open his messages app and find her number. She isn’t saved in his phone.

I hope you had a blast like I did. I think we should catch up again sometime. I missed talking to you like that Harry.

Good morning Harry

H?

Maybe my anxiety is getting the best of me. Or maybe I’m seeing what is right here in front of me.

Harry met up with another girl named Kate. They knew each other apparently. She missed talking to him.

I feel tears well in my eyes. Not again. Damn it. Not again.

Harry walks into the bedroom with a fresh set of pajama bottoms on and a t shirt.

“Millie? What’s wrong?” He says as he looks at me from across the room.

“Who is Kate? And she says thanks for the good night the other night. She also wants you to text her back. She misses talking to you.” I tell him, trying not to let my voice crack.

I can see a look wash over Harry. He looks nervous and upset. “I know how this all sounds Millie. Just hear me out okay?” He tells me. I nod.

“Okay. I’m listening.” I tell him and he sits down beside me on the bed.

“Kate is my ex girlfriend. We haven’t talked since we broke up. She came into the animal shelter the other day and was adopting a cat. She stayed and talked. After my shift she invited me to dinner.”

“You went to dinner with your ex? The same ex who burned your journal? The same ex who cheated on you?” I asked.

“I know how bad this sounds and I’m sorry. I should have told her no I-“

“Know how bad it sounds? You lied about it. You told me you were going to stay home that night. You know-“ I start to cry. My voice cracks. “Why would you lie to me?”

“I had planned to stay home that night, but she invited me to dinner. She wanted to apologize to me for everything. She just wanted to catch up. I’m sorry Millie.” He says. He tries to hold my hand but I pull it away.

“You lied to me. You know the worst part Harry? It’s not even that you talked to her. I just wish you didn’t lie. You helped pick me up after what Kellen did to me. He snuck around. He lied. I trusted you!” I cry at him, my thoughts scrambled.

“Millie we didn’t do anything. It was just dinner. I was going to tell you about it I just haven’t had the chance-“

“No. You broke my trust Harry. You not only lied but you hid it from me. It would have been fine. I just wanted to be respected enough as your girlfriend to be told. You didn’t tell me.”

“Millie I-“

“You know how bad this hurts! You’ve been through this before. Fuck Harry, I’ve been through this before. You were there for me through that. And you go and do the same thing.”

“I should have told you immediately. I’m sorry. I know how bad this hurts. I’m so sorry.” He says, a tear slipping down his face.

“I want to go home.” I tell him. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Please take me home.”

“Millie.” He says desperately.

“I’m sorry Har. Just please take me home.”

“Okay.” He says defeated. I slide in my shoes and go out to the car. Harry meets me out there, but I have let myself in the car. I don’t need him to open the door for me.

The car ride is silent. No music. No talking. Just the sound of the wheels on the road. Pain radiates through me, pulsing through my veins. I can’t help the tears spilling down my cheeks. They burn like fire as they fall down to my chin and eventually off of my face. It’s been two months. Two very good, very wonderful months. Two months that I wish were how the rest of my life is going to feel. Leave it to me to get my hopes up again.

I can see tears slipping down Harry’s cheeks as he drives. Part of me wants to immediately forgive him so I can crawl into his arms and be held, but another part of me never wants to trust him again. I felt safe. I felt secure. I felt the happiest I had in my entire life. Dating him, meeting his family, game nights at Jason’s house, watching movies, painting together, and writing songs together. I really enjoyed getting to be a part of his music. I had gotten the hang of song writing. He wanted me to try a duet with him soon. It will never be the same. How did I get here again? How can all of that be ruined?

We are pulling into my driveway. I go to reach for the handle of the car door when Harry grabs my hand.

“Please don’t let this be the end of us. It was a stupid mistake to lie about it. To hide it. I don’t want to lose you.” He begs.

“I need some time to think about everything Harry. I need some space.” I say. I pull my hand from him and exit the car. I walk up the sidewalk and to my front door. He waits there until I unlock the door and walk in. He drives away. I go to my room and open my drawer. I retrieve the journal he got me and open to the next empty page. I write. I write. And I write.

By the time I’m done putting my feelings into paragraphs, songs, and poems my hand is cramping. It’s getting close to midnight. I put my journal away and crawl into bed.

The next day I wake up, but can’t muster up the energy to move. I stay in the same pajamas from his house last night. I don’t bother eating breakfast. I can’t make myself move. Everything is so painful. I’m so exhausted.

Buzz

I open my phone to a message from Harry.

H😊: morning. I know you said you needed space, but I just wanted to check up on you. I love you.

I close the message and put my phone down. Tears already are pouring down my face.

I turn over and cover myself back up. I fall back asleep for a little while.

When I wake up again, it’s around noon. I feel my stomach growl. I’m hungry, but I don’t want to eat. I can’t stand to think of anything else except Harry. I miss him. I miss him so much.

I manage to get myself out of bed and walk to the kitchen. I find some leftovers and sit down at the table. I begin to eat, but I find myself more playing with the food than I do actually eating. Something has to be better than nothing.

The day passes by slowly. I don’t really do much. I watch tv to try and forget the pain. I can’t, but I sure do try to forget it.

The next day is easier. Very hard, but easier.

I wake up to a text from Harry again.

H😊: can we talk? I love you.

I ignored it again. I feel awful about ignoring him, but I’m asking for space to think. I need it.

I actually ate more today than yesterday. Everything hurts still, but I’m able to make it through the day. I work on my laptop to keep myself busy.

I journal again today. I fine tune the song I wrote the other night. It sucks I don’t have a piano or guitar so I can record it. I’ve never recorded a song before, but I feel like this is the best thing I’ve written.

I wish Harry was here. He would be able to help.

The third day is the day I caved.

I woke up to a text from Harry. I think maybe text is an understatement. I woke up to a book from Harry.

H😊: Millie. I’m so sorry for what I’ve done to you. I know I messed up, and there is nothing I can do to fix what I broke. I just need to talk to you or see you. I can’t stand this silence anymore. I’m doing my best to give you space but I miss you so much. I need to hear from you. I need to hear your thoughts. I need to know if you’ll give me another chance, or if you don’t want to see me anymore. I really hope you give me another chance. I miss you coming over. I miss hearing your laugh. I miss writing with you. I love you so much Millie. Please call or text me soon.

I see the text and break down in bed. All of the pain rising to the surface. I want to see him. I want to give him another chance. I’m so afraid of getting hurt again, but I feel like I’m torturing myself staying away from him. I miss him.

Me: where and when do you want to meet?

Almost instantly he replies

H😊: coffee shop by your house? And as soon as you’re able

Me: okay. See you in a few minutes.

I put my phone down and go to the closet. I put on some denim shorts since it’s beginning to get warmer outside. I put on a tan tank top and a flannel jacket. I grab my car keys and walk out the door.

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Masterlist Part 6 Part 8 (Coming Soon)

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seasonal colds

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

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Summary : you had a date but your body got other plans, your next door neighbor misses your sweet greetings

Word Count : not that long

Warnings : 18+ Neighbor!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, use of y/n, reader and Eddie are both (21), Eddie kinda sneaked into reader's home but not in a creep way, I don't know how to put this but reader and Eddie are friends but not that close?, establishing a relationship, reader is really unwell (it's literally me on this fic lol- I'm sorry)

What to Expect : strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, set in the 80's, mostly, this is all fluffy goodness

Note To Reader : projecting myself here, please, let me have my indulgence 😭

Author Note : This year's Christmas season is interesting because, I got sick so bad that I had a fever, so, yeah, no worries- now, because after that atrocious event- THIS FIC IS BORN ��

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY, HERE'S SOME FLUFFY FIC JUST FOR YOU 🎄💓

"That's odd, Where is she?"

"What'd you say?" Dustin spoke over the phone's receiver

"Uh, it's- Y/N- I didn't saw her earlier and now- the sun's getting low still haven't seen her yet"

Eddie replies as he looks over at his window as he rest his back on the wall while holding the telephone

"Why don't you knock at her door to see her if she's okay?" Dustin suggests

"Dude, we're not that close"

"I mean- there's nothing wrong with checking- like come on- it's normal to care" Dustin scoffs

Eddie can picture his young friend rolling his eyes

"Yeah, yeah, I get it" he sighs

"She looked fine yesterday, I even helped to carry some of her stuff that she bought"

"From what I know is that she has a date"

Oh

"Well....maybe that's the reason why she isn't showing up, she got exhausted"

"Really? Exhausted from a date?"

"I'm just helping you out here, man"

"I'm a little worried- that's all"

"Look, if you really want to know of how she's been doing then just get out of there and see it for yourself"

Eddie went silence for a bit as he listens to his friend

"I know you, Eddie- you're like the epitome of endless worrying"

Dustin's right, like Eddie himself couldn't believe that he would agree on the kid

You're the best neighbor that he had on the building

If you had food, you will gladly offer him some, you always acknowledge him with the fullest and loving smiles ever

You even asked him everytime on how he's day went, Eddie can see the tiredness in your eyes but yet you still managed to be kind and thoughtful

Eddie on the other hand, after finding out that you had a date

He can't help but wonder

How it went?

Was it amazing?

Did you really go to that date?

"She left me a spare key to feed her cat, if she's going away for a couple of months"

"Use it"

"Isn't that like- trespassing?"

"But you knew each other"

"We don't knew each other that much, Henderson"

"Listen to me"

"I'm listening-"

"What if something else happened to her? Inside of her home?- What if she couldn't even bring help herself?"

"Woah, okay- you convince me enough"

Dustin chuckles "Okay, dude, take care"

"You too, bye"

He runs his hands through his face as he thinks his decision carefully

He groans as he picks up his jacket and grab your spare key

He went outside of his room and stop by at your door for a moment

He replays of what he just rehearsed inside of his head

"I'm only going to check on Y/N because it's so weird not seeing her often- I'm just making sure- that is all"

He nods to himself as he unlocks your door

"Hello? Y/N?"

He opens the door and when you didn't answer, he says

"Are you here? Are you home? I'm gonna bring myself inside"

He asks again "Where are you? Y/N? I just wanted to check you- if you're okay"

He closes the door as he puts your spare key on his pocket

He searches the whole place, your dishes are still in the sink, there a bit of trash in the dining table

He is now intrigued at the atmosphere of your home

He walks forward as he looks for you

He saw your bedroom door slightly open

He hesitates for a second, since it's your personal room

He shakes his head as he saw you there laying on your bed, he sighs of relief but you look different

You always looked effortless but something is off about you

He doesn't know if you're awake or just dozing off

He calls out your name again

He clears his throat "Y/N?"

You stirred and by the time you tried to move your body, your face grimaced

He noticed that "You okay?"

You finally started to open your eyes slowly

Your eyes are droopy and your forehead scrunches up

He doesn't even know what it means, is it because of annoyance or in pain?

You're still processing of what's going on

You just groaned and started shivering as you pulled the sheets on you quickly

"I feel cold" your voice is hoarsed

He gasped, his eyes goes wide, he finally realizes that you're sick

So, you didn't go on to that date

A part of him is relieved that you didn't come which is so wrong of him to feel that way because it's literally none of his business like yeah, you could do whatever you want but he hopes that he'll be the one or the first to take you out someday

He runs towards to you, he places his hand on your forehead

"You're burning up!"

You grunted when you complain about your joints hurting and you feel your whole body is on fire like it won't stop being in pain

Now, your ears are ringing and pounding in discomfort

You still haven't looked or even acknowledge the person that is in your room

Your fever is so high that you can't even get out of the bed easily

Your eyes are brimming with tears, you sniffle

Eddie knows what to do

He knows how to deal with this

"I'm gonna help you, Y/N, don't worry" he places his hand on top of yours as he let it linger for a while

He went at the nearest pharmacy and picked-up goodies in the convenience store

He's back at your place as he prepares a basin filled with water and a clean towel as he places the damp cloth on your forehead

He's so concentrated to making sure your fever won't go far enough as it was before, so, he keeps running the other damp cloth to your arms and neck all the important parts to make your fever go down

He shook his head in displeased look earlier when he check your temperature using the thermometer

He puts a cool fever on your forehead

In the middle of the night, sometimes, you sob in agony

"Make it stop, please- I don't want to feel this anymore"

"It's alright, Y/N, you're okay, I got you"

Eddie couldn't sleep properly knowing of how awfully you must've been feel all this time

You're still feel cold even you have loads of blanket that he lays on you

He finds your comforter and he immediately puts it on you

He smiles to himself a little when you get comfortable with your sickening situation

He even panicked when you're not responding, the time you get passed out

You just couldn't take it anymore

You swore to yourself that you really did blackout for a minute

When you moved a little bit, he muttered "oh- thank god"

He's shaking in fear that he thought he lost you

"You gotta fight it, Y/N- you have to"

You still haven't eaten anything yet besides only drinking water, not that you didn't want to- it's just- you're too afraid to eat anything without being specific on what meal because-

You might vomit of how worse you feel right now

Thankfully, you told him to order creamy chicken macaroni soup and burger with fries

He calls for delivery as soon as possible

and nope- you still have no idea of who's taking care of you

He joins you while eating very late dinner

"How you're feeling?"

Your body is in hell- you don't have to energy to even talk

"There's no improvements but finally I can eat"

He gives you a small smile on that as he continues to finish his food

After that you complained of how your head hurts and your chest clenches too much

Out of all the fatigue that you felt for the past couple of years before?

This is literally the worst of them than the New Year's 2022 sickness that you got

Your body literally saying "FUCK YOU"

You can tell the incoming migraine is coming right at your skull to hammer it aggressively

He's been staying here for the whole night, it's his first night at your room

Eddie is sitting right beside you for the first time tonight, he slept peacefully

You unintentionally hold onto his forearm that made him woke up from his slumber, his eyes went to concern automatically as he watches you

"everything it hurts, somebody help me" you cried out as you kept your hold on him

"I know, Y/N- it will be all over soon" he wraps his arms around you

He runs his fingers through your hair as he lulled you to sleep

He woke up and he took a mental note to change your clothes

He goes into your dresser, he picked an easy but comfortable pieces of clothing

"Y/N?"

You hum in response

"You need to change your clothes"

Your face turn crumpled and you let out a whine when you sit up

He gave you the clothes that he picked out for you, he said that he'll be back

Once, you get dressed and check yourself in the bathroom

You look fucking bad, you roll your eyes to yourself

He's back with a glass of water and a medicine on hand

"You have to drink this now, you'll be good since you've already eaten" he murmurs as he hands you the water

You nod in response as you drink the capsules

You went back to bed as you settle your comfortable

You're still struggle to make a decent sleep since you really just can't do it because of how everything feels sucks right now

The medicine and the cool wind from outside helped you to feel drowsy

You can feel your eyes closing on its own as you finally getting a good night's sleep

You woke up drenched in your own sweat and you feel a lot more better than before

But, still there's more ache left but it's more good than not having any progress of healing

The sound of the soft snores from another person caught your attention

You looked around and there you saw him sleeping in your couch with a blanket that is too short for him

Your mind finally registered the things that he has done for you

The basin, the damp towels, the wrappers from the food delivery, the glass and the medicine, everything

Despite, there's still pain left that you're feeling right now, you smile at Eddie

You watch him as you can feel yourself feeling sleepy again

"It's a Wonderful Life!" playing in your television as Eddie watches with a popcorn bowl on his hand

Eddie can hear the rustles from your comforter as saw your eyes fluttering open

"Oh, hey, Y/N! Did you sleep well?"

"Hi, Eddie, yeah- I did" you managed to say as your cheeks blushed

You're so embarrassed that he took care of you for a while, he really didn't have to do that

His eyes go big when he heard you say his name "You- you're okay! You just said my name!" He grins as he goes over to you assisting the pillow as you sit up

"Not really, 100% tho- I still feel like shit"

He tilts his head at you as he puts his hand on your forehead

"Yeah, you still a bit warm but I think you'll be fine sooner!" He claps both of his hands as he returns watching the film

You gasped out of nowhere as you realized something, you removed the comforter off of you as you sit on the edge of your bed

"Woah- woah you have to move easy, what's the sudden rush?" Eddie holds both of your shoulders to steady you as you stumble while standing up too fast

You click your tongue "I was supposed to attend this date, remember?"

He puts his hands inside of the pockets of his jacket "Ah, right- that one"

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you groan in frustration

"Fuck, that was yesterday"

"Yuuuuuup!" Eddie says with a "pop!" at the end

You stand awkwardly in front of him as you sigh, he watches you intently

"What am I going to do? I blew it up because of me getting sick" you shake your head to yourself as you sat back down on your bed

"Well...." He sat beside you as he thinks for a few minutes

His hands itches to touch you and hold you

Before he can say anything, you spoke first

"How long I've been sick?"

"One day"

You huffed as you bring your attention back on the TV and then you turn your head back at him as he already been staring at you

"Oh- gosh- I'm sorry that's so rude of me! I just wanna say Thank you, Eddie!" You rambled

A smile grows on his lips "It's nothing really, I mean- I insist and I want to help you" he ducks his head down, he suddenly became shy on your gaze

"I just missed seeing you and not knowing what is happening to you, scared me"

"Really?" Your eyes twinkle and he flustered

"Y-Yeah" He clears his throat, trying to cover up his nervousness

"Don't beat yourself up for not going on to that date, Y/N" he says softly

Your eyes softens as you let him hold your hand

Oh- you like Eddie- that's why the universe didn't let you go on to that date

"I wanna spend my Christmas with you, Eddie"

"You do?" He says in disbelief tone, his eyes shines as he watches you get up

"I'm gonna make hot chocolate with whipped cream- it's my favorite!" You giggled with excitement radiating on your aura

You tug his hand as you went into your kitchen for two mugs

Your heart flutters of how much he cares for you while you're working on the luscious drink, it's really sweet because he knows that you're still not okay, you're still recovering

You taught him how to use the can whipped cream and you mischievously make a dot onto his nose and you laugh

You accidentally smeared the cream on the sides of your lips and Eddie made it even more worse that he exclaimed that he didn't know there's still chocolate on his fingers

Both of your laughter's died down when something in the air has changed

It's started snowing outside, you swear your heart expands three times bigger of how long he stares at you

You feel safe and sound under his presence

Why'd you haven't taken a good look on this before? Sure, he looks attractive but you never thought you could feel something for him

Eddie is ready to take the leap or else he'll miss his chance

You both looked funny having sticky and sweet contents on both of your faces

He runs his thumb on your lips as his eyes darts back at you and down to your lips

You thought stopped breathing but it's only Eddie's lips onto yours

You kissed him back, he deepens it, he pulls you close to him by holding your waist as you cup both of his cheeks

You're shocked and screaming inside

Who would've thought that the one you loved is your next-door neighbor?

You never thought that this would happen

You both pulled back with giggles as he takes you back for another sweet kiss which you gladly accept

"How does it taste?"

You ask while you watch him as he turns on the radio and "The Christmas Song by Nat King Cole" starts playing, a fond smile is sitting on your lips

He literally went down to your mouth to kiss which you laugh because he misunderstood on what you mean but you can't help but to kiss him back

"No! Not that- I mean- the hot chocolate!" You lightly push him on the chest as he chuckles, he pulled you to his side closely

"It's magical" he always exaggerates his words

You're infuriated at him

"Eddie, come on- be serious"

"It's really spectacular, Y/N" he pecks your kiss once more removing your cute little frown on your face

"You know I'm really glad that I checked on you"

"Yeah?"

"I finally got my Christmas wish come true"

You both sipped the warm beverage as you continue to watch the classic Christmas film of all time with both loving hearts and smiles

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