#coffee copeland

[poprocklyrics]

There's a love that transcends all that we've known of ourselves

Coffee, Copeland

[batgirlsay]

Hadn’t even finished calming down this morning after getting Postal Service tickets and then I saw this post from Copeland!!

So many of my all time favorite albums having their 20th anniversary next year!

[likeshipsonthesea]

you make me

bucktommy ficlet. had a convo about love. had some feelings. gave them to buck. enjoy~

The entire loft is soaked in the hazy blue light of pre-morning. Buck can hear the mechanical thrum of garbage collectors, a handful of singing birds, quiet but steady breathing. His body is sore, from work and then from Tommy, a satisfying reminder of a yesterday well spent. Everything is warm and soft like Saturday morning, even though he's fairly sure it's Tuesday.

The clock on his bedside table tells him it's much too early to get up for a Tuesday, so he turns over to get comfortable and ends up face to face with Tommy's sleep-slacked expression.

Buck watches him in that way that's only creepy if you're not in love. Takes note of his eyelashes resting against the tops of his cheeks, his lips shadowed by the slant of his nose, how the dawning daylight catches on the angles of his face. He wants to touch, but not enough to disturb the serenity of sleep on his boyfriend's face.

Eddie tells him he says that a lot. My boyfriend. "We all know his name," Eddie says, tone harsh but a creeping smirk giving away the joke.

When Buck brought it up with Dr. Copeland, she asked him why he thinks he says it so much, but it was towards the end of their session so they didn't really get into it. Buck thinks it's probably something to do with his self-image problems, or maybe his abandonment issues? Dr. Copeland's better with the answers than he is.

Calling him Tommy is fine, but saying my boyfriend says my meatless lasagna needs more starch just reminds Buck that Tommy's his and, even more novel, Buck is Tommy's.

Buck likes being Tommy's boyfriend.

Tommy's boyfriend knows Tommy's coffee order, and drops it off along with a savory treat for him at the start of a long shift. Tommy's boyfriend always knows exactly where Tommy left his blue-light glasses and grabs them before they head to bed so Tommy can read another chapter of the cheesy historical fiction novel on his tablet. Tommy's boyfriend is the one Tommy goes to after a hard shift, to talk to or hug or just sit in the same room with until the rest of the world is less heavy.

As Tommy's boyfriend, Buck is still all the things he was before--firefighter, brother, friend--but knowing there's someone who trusts him enough to sleep beside him and let him stare at their face like a creeper in the early hours of the morning--there's this unfathomable freedom to it.

It's like--if Tommy loves him, he must be worthy of it. It's a truth and a prophecy, self-fulfilling. It's this ever-turning cycle that bolsters Buck to be the best version of himself, and none of it feels like work because it's all tangled up with joy.

"How long have you been staring at me?"

Buck startles out of his internal monologue to find Tommy's left eye open. The right is buried in his pillow along with the lifted corner of his mouth.

"Probably a little too long," Buck admits, staring fixedly at that corner of Tommy's mouth.

Tommy's lips part to release a sigh before settling into a smile. "Evan. Go back to sleep."

"In a minute."

Tommy shifts closer on the pillow, his nose nudging Buck's, his morning breath awful and his eyes so close Buck thinks their eyelashes might tangle. "You worked a 24-hour shift yesterday. You need to sleep. You can stare at me tomorrow."

"Promise?"

Tommy brushes their lips together. "Promise."

Buck finds Tommy's hand between them and laces their fingers together. "Alright," he says, settling back into the mattress and letting his eyes shut as he brings their hands to his sternum. "Tomorrow."

[daddyhausen]

edge used to be a vampire now i can’t stop imagining him eating reader’s pussy while she’s on her period

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 ADAM COPELAND MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — vampire!adam eating you out while you’re on you’re period

「 WARNINGS 」 — smut, 18 +, [ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ] , period sex, blood drinking, oral sex [ female receiving ], shower sex

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 303

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x vamp!adam copeland

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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his bloodlust became uncontrolable as of late

even more so since you won’t allow him to feed off you

and the wildlife population began to dwindle as the colder months began to slowly roll in

he tried to control his thirst

even draining the blood reserves he stored in the basement

draining it dry

he was desprate

eyes glowing red with insatiable hunger

he found you in the shower

the delectable scent of your blood wafting in his nostrils

he could not feed on you, he’d never allow himself to stoop to that level.

he joined you in the shower

pressing small kisses to the crook of your neck, having to restrain himself from sinking his teeth into your sweet flesh

he knew it was that time of the month

your cycle normally began around the latter days of the month

he could smell it

the insatiable desire slowly rising in his throat as he licked his lips hungrily

he knelt before you

kissing the insides of your thighs

the sweet metallic scent made his mouth water as he slowly began to tease and lick, his tongue prodding so close to where he desired most

you grew suspicious of his intentions

as he tongue grazed your clit

as the sweet crimson met his tongue he spiraled into a frenzy

devouring you with malicious, selfish intent

and you reveled in it

gripping his hair, pulling him closer as he fucks you with his tongue

his eyes redden, entranced by your taste as he samples you

he could not help himself

drinking you in until he’s had his fill

he must admit you taste far better than any animal or any other human for that matter

he savours your taste

allowing it to mingle with his tastebuds before placing chaste kisses to your inner thighs

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[saras-almanac]

BuckTommyWeekend Day 2: A figure from their past

BuckTommyWeekend Day 2: A figure from their past

Title:  What we have

Fandom:  911 (ABC)

Pairing:  Buck/Tommy

Summary:  Buck had complicated feelings after they run into Abby. Luckily, Tommy is there to comfort him. For the prompt: A figure from their past for @bucktommyweek

Notes: I have a lot of thoughts about Abby and her relationship with Buck (plus just thoughts on her character in general). And this is a part of something much longer I’d written but it was just bits and pieces—the meeting, the aftermath, Tommy talking with Athena or Maddie, this scene—just too much going on and too much to write in a day when my brain was still coming up with the actual idea for this. So this is what I’ve got.  

Tommy hadn’t thought much of this meeting Abby at the time. Apparently she was in town for some meeting or other for one of her stepdaughters and him and Evan had happened to run into her as they were leaving the restaurant they had brunch at.

Evan had gotten a bit quiet but smiled and politely introduced him as “This is Tommy,” before Abby started telling him about her life. It was about three minutes of a quick catch up before Evan and him continued on their way out and honestly, Tommy hadn’t thought it was strange.

But now It’s been over a week since he’d last seen Evan and he was trying not to worry or get caught up in his own head about what this all might mean. He was off today, so maybe Tommy could convince him to meet up for lunch or at least just talk later today.

Thankfully the doorbell rang at that moment, pulling Tommy out of his potential spiral.

He opened the door and there stood Evan, holding two coffees and a bag of food.

“I brought coffee and burritos,” Evan said.

Tommy ushered him in and followed him to the kitchen. “It’s been a minute. But I’m happy to see you.”

“Me too.” Evan set everything on the counter, dropping his duffel on the floor, and then turned to him, basically wrapping himself around Tommy.

“Is everything all right?”” Tommy asked.

“Yes,” Evan said. “I mean, it’s getting there?”

“Would you want to tell me about what you’re thinking about?” Tommy asked, pulling away and gently pushing Evan toward the stool by his counter. “While you eat a little something.”

Evan sat down but made no move toward his food. He sighed. “I told you about Abby. My ex. The one we ran into a couple weeks ago.”

Tommy nodded. “Yeah. I mean, a little.”

“Right, well seeing her sort of threw me off—Not because I’m dating you or freaking out about my bisexuality and stuff,” Evan rushed to reassure him. “It just… I guess it just brought a lot of old feelings, things that trigged some old insecurities. And I wasn’t expecting it. I mean, it’s been years and looking back, it’s not even like we were really together together so I don’t know really what happened.”

“Feelings can be surprising,” Tommy said. “They come back around in the strangest ways sometimes.”

“Yeah,” Evan said. “But I don’t even think about her anymore. I don’t. I’m not like in love with her or want her back or anything--I swear.”

“I didn’t think you did, but thank you for the reassurance,” Tommy said. “Seeing people who used to play a big part in our lives brings up a lot of emotions. And that’s okay.”  

“That’s what Dr. Copeland said too,” Evan said shaking his head. “I called her because it just triggered a lot of feelings, feelings of insecurity that I thought I’d dealt with. But when you come face-to-face with your biggest failure those feelings can come back.”

“You and Abby not working out is not a failure,” Tommy said.

“I know that. Now,” Evan said. “But it’s what happened when I saw her again. It was my first relationship where I did everything right. I followed everyone’s advice, everyone’s ideas, followed Abby’s lead. I did everything I was supposed to. And she left anyway. Which, I don’t have to tell you made me panic and worry about you, about us.”

“Well, I’d argue that we haven’t’ done anything right in the way that other people would have it or do it,” Tommy said, nudging Evan with his shoulder. “But I also can’t’ say that we’ve done nothing right because a look where we are, what we have.”

“That’s what I realized,” Evan admitted. “At least part of it.”

“What’s the other part?” Tommy asked.

“So it’s like this,” Evan said, amping up and already starting to gesture with his hands. “I think I thought so highly of Abby for so long, right? She was this woman who was mature and knew what she wanted and had a whole life and still wanted me; it’s like she made me better or at least want to be a better man. And after she left, I was terrified that she’d taken that part of me with her, the mature Buck, the guy who was dependable and worthy.”

Tommy clenched his jaw because he hated hearing Evan talk about himself in terms of worthiness or usefulness. Granted, it was a bit of the pot calling the kettle black, but Tommy usually operated under a “do as I say, not as I do” policy.

“And seeing her again, seeing her with you just put so much into perspective for me,” Evan said. “I always thought of her as my first real relationship, but seeing her next to you, knowing what we have, how you treat me, it finally dawned on me that we didn’t have a relationship. Or we did, but like not the one I wanted, the one I thought we had.”

Tommy gently moved the coffees out of the way. “And what was that?”

“I thought we had this amazing relationship where we could be ourselves, someone I could share myself with and someone who wanted that too,” Evan said. “But I think I was just a physical presence for her during a hard time in her life. Someone who was there, who helped shoulder some of the weight, and then someone she just left behind because I didn’t matter to her. Not like I wanted to.”

Evan sighed. “And then I just saw her standing next to you and couldn’t help but think about all the things you know about me, the things you like about me, and I realized that she never really knew me at all.”

“It doesn’t sound like she did,” Tommy said gently, carefully. “Because if she had, I doubt she’d have been able to leave.”

“See and that,” Evan said, reaching over to grab Tommy’s hand. “You’d never do that to me. To anyone really. You’d never just take off, knowing you were done with me, without telling me. Yeah, it would crush me to lose you, but you’d still at least tell me. You wouldn’t leave me hanging on, waiting for any words of our future when you had no plans to come back.”

Evan squeezed his hand between both of his. “I just, I love you so much and I feel so lucky to have you in my life that sometimes I panic that I’m not quite good enough for you. And I want to be.”

Tommy reached out, cradling Evan’s cheek in his hand. “You are good enough. You’re more than good enough for me.”

“Even when I’m having a crisis and stupidly keep myself from you for 12 days?” Evan asked.

“Even then,” Tommy assured him, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead.

[queermccoy]

it could be reasonable to assume that the kiss, the date, and the coffee date could have all happened between therapy sessions like can you imaging buck propping up his ipad and being like dr copeland guess what? i’m dating a man now :) and dr copeland is a professional so she doesn’t react but she’s like what the hell happened in the last two weeks?? and she’s like, let’s start from the beginning.

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck & Eddie: Buck’s therapy uniform vs. his date clothes

Full disclosure: Before the sneak peek scene of Buck and Natalia was released over the weekend, I completed a post that included my speculation of Buck attempting to process the fact that he died with Natalia (linked here) and I based my speculation on the wording that was included in the original synopsis regarding the nature of their encounter.  But for me the confusion about his intentions with her happened over the course of two days when 9-1-1 kept changing the wording of the 6x15 synopsis.  At first it stated he would be “attracted to” the death doula, then it changed to state he would be “considering a relationship” with her to finally on Monday morning, it was changed yet again to state she would be his “love interest”.  I have some ideas regarding their reasoning for all the changes but ultimately, in my opinion they did it to throw the general audience off the trail of CANON Buddie.

Also, Natalia asking Buck out for coffee was a callback to the way all the other women previously pursued him and that made it seem like she wanted to date him.  Since their whole conversation wasn’t included in the episode, there’s no way to know for sure if she was in fact flirting with him or if she was trying to get information from him that would help her professionally.  Either way, until she reappears in 6x17 “Love is in the Air”, it’s difficult to speculate especially without having more context.

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When the sneak peek of Buck and Natalia’s scene at the live funeral from 6x15 “Death and Taxes” was released, I watched it and listened to the things Buck specifically said to her to determine if he was flirting with her or if he was “attracted to” the fact that she deals with death on a regular basis along with the fact that her job is to help her clients accept it.  Buck died for three minutes and seventeen seconds so it made narrative sense for him to seek out someone he could talk to.  (He should have called Dr. Copeland but that’s another post for another day).  Initially I couldn’t tell if he was genuinely interested in trying to get help with processing his death or if he was flirting but after the episode aired, I paid close attention to the clothes he wore on their “coffee date” and I realized they looked very familiar.  After I went back to season 4 and looked at the clothing he wore to therapy, that’s when I realized, Buck probably thought she could help him with accepting his death.

Before I dive into this, I need to mention the way Buck spends a lot of money on his clothes.  He’s very stylish with regards to the way he dresses and his outfits always match.  It appears they fit his body (most of the time) like they are tailored for his tall and muscular frame.  He usually looks good in the clothes he wears and he takes a lot of time making sure his appearance is up to par. Therefore, if he repeats an outfit or if he wears some variation of it with the same colors more than once, there’s a CANON reason for it.

Therapy Clothes

Buck has worn the same color shirts and pants whenever he’s done a therapy session with Dr. Copeland or if he discussed the fact that he was in therapy with someone.  In 4x2 “Alone Together”, Maddie assumed Buck had a new girlfriend because he didn’t tell her who he was sneaking off to talk to while he was on FaceTime with her and Chimney.  When his alarm went off, he left Albert talking to them, he went upstairs and proceeded to have a virtual therapy session with Dr. Copeland.  He wore a pair of navy-blue pants and a rust/orange color sweater/jumper.  In 4x3 “Future Tense” while he was baby proofing Maddie and Chimney’s apartment, he wore a t-shirt that was the same color as the jumper he wore in 4x2 and his pants were a dark color, i.e., black or dark blue.  He wasn’t shown to be in a session that day but he did finally tell Maddie and Chimney he didn’t have a girlfriend and the person he was seeing was a therapist he chose for himself.  He told Maddie he wanted to be “finer” after she showed up at the loft and he also explained how she called him sad and lonely. Then he admitted that even though he had a great life and he had people who loved him, he couldn’t trust it.

Fast forwarding to 6x15 and based on the outfit he wore on his coffee meet up or whatever it should be called with Natalia, it became clear that my initial speculation may have been correct since he wore a rust/orange color sweater and a pair of navy-blue sweatpants.  The shirt was lighter in color than it was in season 4 and I think that’s because Buck’s unsure of who he is right now.  He told Eddie everyone wants him to be the “old Buck” but he also said he’s changed (subtext that I will expound on in another post).

He wasn’t wearing slacks and the BTS of him and the actress who plays Natalia validates they were sweatpants since the string could be seen.

Since Buck wore what I’m going to start calling his “therapy uniform” on his coffee meet up with Natalia, it lends credence to the possibility that he went there to talk to her about the fact that he died.  He was looking for answers but her motivation for wanting to meet with him is still unclear especially since the showrunner keeps pushing the “Buck’s interested in Natalia” narrative in her post-mortem interviews.  But hopefully Natalia’s next appearance in 6x17 will clear things up once and for all.

Date Clothes

When Buck goes on a date, he’s always dressed to impress even if he wears a golf shirt and a pair of slacks like he did in 2x8 “Buck Actually” when he met AM for lunch, dinner or whatever (it was light outside when he arrived but it was dark while they were still talking to each other so who knows).  In 4x7 “There Goes the Neighborhood” Buck wore a nice black jacket, a royal blue shirt and some black slacks on his date with Veronica.  In 4x8 “Breaking Point” when he asked TK to meet him at Veronica’s for dinner, he wore a black button-down shirt, some black slacks and a black, white and gray jacket.  Even the clothes he wore when he took Eddie and Chris to Equine Therapy in 5x14 “Dumb Luck” and when he and Eddie went to Marie’s grave in 6x15, appeared to be part of his “date clothes” wardrobe instead of his “therapy uniform”.

I didn’t include any of Buck’s fancy suits that he’s worn on dates because they weren’t needed to illustrate the difference between what he wears to therapy when compared with the types of clothes he wears on dates.

The point is Buck has a “therapy uniform” and he also has date clothes so if the speculation about his attire is correct then he didn’t meet Natalia with the intention of dating her, he met with her to learn more about accepting the fact that he died.

Could his intentions change, ABSOLUTELY but if the narrative remains unchanged and it’s combined with all the things that are “supposed” to happen in the last three episodes of the season, it’s unlikely he will end up in a relationship with her.

[musicollage]

Copeland — Revolving Doors. 2022 : Not On Label.

! acquire the album ★ attach a coffee !

[magicalbuttertarts]

AEW Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Creampies. Unprotected sex, p in v. Oral (m & f receiving). Double Penetration. Anal.

From my previous account plentyoffandoms.

WC: 3688

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

William Jason "Jay" - Christian Cage

ADAM COPELAND'S POV:

I saw Jay leaning against the door frame of our breakdown. He was drinking his medium double double from Timmies, refusing to drink the black sludge that they call coffee, here at the Police station.

I clasped my hand on his shoulder, letting him know I was there. "Mornin' Adam." Sip of coffee.

"Morning Jay. What you lookin' at on this fine morning?"

"Her." He raised his coffee cup in the direction of the front desk.

"Mmmm, I see they finally hired Maggie's replacement."

"Yeah, and have you seen her?" Jay turned to look at me. I shook my head no.

"Well, why don't you go and introduce yourself." Jay said, as he was smirking at me. With one raised eyebrow, I walked down the hall towards her desk.

"Excuse me, Miss." I said as I rounded the table and stood in front of her. She looked up at me, and fuck me, she is gorgeous.

"Yes, Officer?"

"Well, I heard that we finally replaced the secretary, and I always like to know who I am working with. My name is Adam, and yours?"

She told me her name.

"Nice to meet you, sweetheart. I will be seeing you around." I walked down the hall, the same way I came, to Jay still standing there with a massive smirk on his face, sipping his coffee.

"Now you see why I am staring. I am not the only one, by the way." I noticed that. Every single straight male in the vicinity had their eyes on her.

"Knowing a woman like that, she probably has someone waiting at home." I said to him as we started walking, ready to get our day started protecting the streets of Orangeville.

"I did some snooping, and she is single. Her previous boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend, so she decided to move here from Grand Valley."

"A small town where everyone seems to know everyone. Makes sense to move away. Everyone would know that she was cheated on." I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that some idiot would cheat on her.

"So I invited her out to Thistle & Rose with us after work. You know, trying to be good co-workers with the new hire, and all." Jay said as he walked to his patrol car.

"And?"

"She said that would be more than happy to join us." Jay said as he opened the drivers side door but placed his hands on top of the car.

"I'll be there with bells on." I told him, already looking forward to tonight.

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She was already waiting for us, looking nervous. Oh, poor thing, She had no reason to be nervous.

"Officer's." She said once we got close enough.

"Now, sweetheart, please call me Adam."

"And me, Jay." She seemed to relax somewhat. We placed our drink and food orders, and the night began. The two of us getting to know her, and vice-versa.

"So you are telling me that you have never once got in trouble with the law out in Grand Valley? There isn't much to do out there, and some teens just break the law for fun." I said as I sipped my drink.

"Never. I didn't get the point of defacing someone's property or stealing. So I got a job, did the teen programs. Even before I moved here, I would volunteer to chaperone the high school dances."

"Well, aren't you just a sweet thing." Jay said, him never once taking his eyes off of her.

All of a sudden, they were shouting last call, and we had to pay up.

She insisted on paying for us, but Jay shook his head no. "Now what type of gentleman would I be if I had you pay, huh? I asked you to join us tonight. It is on me."

"But Jay,"

"No use arguing with the man. He is as hard-headed as they come." I told her, knowing how my best friend is.

The three of us walked to our vehicles outside, well enough to drive. We didn't have that much to drink.

"Since you are new in town, here are our numbers." I handed her a piece of paper. "If you need anything, do not hesitate to call or text us. Doesn't matter the hour. Emergency or not. You know our work schedules, we will be there, no matter the time."

"Really? Thank you, Adam. Thank you, Jay, for everything." She said as she took the paper from my hand and placed it in her pocket.

"Now drive safe dear." Jay said, as we watched her get in her car, then drive off.

"I know that look. What are you thinking of?" He said to me.

"She isn't just going to text us out of the blue for no reason. I think we have to push this along."

"Benny and Kyle?" Jay already knew the answer, but was just making sure.

"Of course. They owe us for not bringing them into the station when we caught them stealing that car."

"The judge did say one more offence, and they would be going to Central East Correctional Centre. I mean, we are just doing right by these guys. I like the way you think, Adam."

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During my next shift, I found Benny and Kyle near their usual hangout spot.

"So you want us to make sure her place is secure, huh? No intruders can get in."

"Exactly, Benny. Just want to make sure her place is up to my standards."

"Yeah, and what is in it for us?" I narrowed my eyes at Kyle and took four steps until I had him against a wall. I lifted him up by his shirt. I could see the fear in his eyes.

"Keeping you two out of Central East. Unless you two would like to go there?" Kyle shook his head no, frantically.

"Sorry, no, no. Thank you, Officer Copeland. We are more than willing to help welcome a fine woman to our community." I let go of Kyle and dropped to the ground. Poor little guy.

"Good, I am glad to hear."

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It is around 1:30 in the morning when I got the frantic call from her. Jay was at my place, just shooting the shit.

"Hello, sweetheart."

"Adam, there is someone trying to break in." I could hear her whispered voice quivering. "Stay hidden, Jay, and I will be there soon."

"Please hurry." I hung up the phone.

"At least those two idiots waited for us to be off to try and break in." I said to Jay as we left my home. Jay lives next door. So we are always at each others place.

"Well, Officer Reso, time to go and help a damsel in distress."

"I wonder how she will repay us for helping her Officer Copeland." Jay snickerd as he got in my truck.

"I got a few ways." An image flashed in my mind of her taking my cock down her throat, and fucking her face until I cum, making her swallow everything I had to give her.

"I bet."

I drove off towards her place.

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Jay texted her to let her know we were there, as I banged on her front door. "Orangeville Police Department." I called out.

I could hear the sound of a couple locked being unlocked, and she flung open the door, looking scared. She wrapped her arms around me, muttering thank you over and over again. She then did the same to Jay, but all I could focus on was what she was wearing. Just a sports bra and the smallest shorts I have ever seen on someone. I cleared my throat.

"Just sit on the couch. Jay and I will have a look around." She sat on the couch and didn't move until Jay and I were done our "investigation."

"Looks like they are long gone. I did find a window lock broken in the kitchen, but that can be replaced. Doesn't look like they got in." Jay said as he sat down next to her while I took a seat in the chair.

"I will replace the lock in the morning." Jay said to her. We could tell she was still scared.

"I'll get some camera and place them outside." I told her.

"Thank you both so much. I don't know how to repay you."

"No need for that sweetheart. We are friends."

"Well, thank you anyways, Jay." She kissed his cheek. I leaned over and pointed to my cheek as well, clearing my throat.

"And thank you, Adam." She said before kissing my cheek.

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In the upcoming weeks, "random" things kept happening to her. Three out of four tires were slashed on her car. She had someone follow her home. When we asked her for a description of the stalker, she described Benny to a tee.

"No worries, sweetheart, we will find whoever this is." I said to her as I placed the cup of water on my kitchen table. I took my usual spot, sipping my drink.

"Are you sure, Adam?"

"We believe it is the same person who is doing all of this. Don't worry about it. During our shift tonight, we will bring them in for questioning." Jay said.

"Thank you for everything." She said once more. Her body instantly relaxed.

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Her and Jay left. Her to head home, and Jay to get ready for our shift tonight. I still had time to kill, so I opened my laptop and opened her security system I set up.

I pulled up my favourite video from a couple of weeks ago. She went on a date, which made me red with jealousy, but we hadn't seen him since then.

I fast forwarded to my favourite part.

The two of them in her living room, her bouncing in his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, his lips mouthing at her chest.

I wrapped my hand around my cock, jerking it at just the right pace. My focus was on her face as she came. Her mouth fell open as she moaned. The guy pulled her off of him, and she reached down between their two bodies and jerked him off quickly.

He came all over her hand and stomach.

When she finished jerking him off, she licked her clean, making me groan. I came not long after, just like I have done every single time I watch the video.

Jay also has a copy of this as well. I couldn't keep it to myself.

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Benny and Kyle did their jobs wonderfully. I told them to stop, as we know have her right where we want her.

We have her trust. She will come to us for anything. We now spend our days off with her, at one of our places.

But tonight, during our shift, I was stunned to see her in the holding cell. "My, my, my, this is a suprise sweetheart." I said as I watched her stand from the bench.

"Adam, this isn't my fault."

"Well, then whose it?" I texted Jay to come to the holding cells.

"I was out with friends when a group of girls got into an argument with Jenny. Then Jenny slapped her, and a full-on brawl broke out. I tried to stop it, but Livingston didn't listen."

That is when Jay walked in. "Come on now, love. Let's get you home." He opened the cell, and I stood to the side to let her out.

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We stopped by her place in the morning, and she didn't want to open the door for us. "Come on, now love, no need to be embarrassed. We got it swept under the rug."

The door opened just a crack. "Really, Jay?"

"Would we lie to you?" I asked her. A smile broke out on her lips, and she opened her door to let us in.

"How can I ever repay you?" She asked. Jay and I looked at one another and then back at her.

Jay cupped her face in his hand and stared deep into her eyes. "We have an idea, love, only if you consent."

Her eyes got really wide, and she bit her lip before answering.

"Yes." Her answer came out in one breath. That was all Jay needed to smash his lips against hers. The two of them moaning.

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CHRISTIAN CAGE'S POV

I pulled back, needing to breathe, and she turned her head to kiss Adam. Their kiss was intense, but I was feeling left out.

I stood behind her and moved her hair from her neck and started to nip and kiss her neck as the two of them kiss.

"Maybe we should take this somewhere comfortable." I said.

"How about the bedroom?" She asked as she pulled her lips from Adam, who started to kiss down her neck towards her chest.

I needed this recorded. I want to look back on this night for years to come. "I think the living room will do just fine for what we want to do with you."

At that moment, Adam lifted her up by her ass, making her squeal as she gripped his shoulders. I followed behind the two of them, as he dropped her on her couch.

"Take off your clothes for us, baby." I said, palming myself through my uniform pants. Adam and I groaned as she took off her shirt, and she didn't have a bra on underneath. She took off her undies and shorts as well, while Adam and I stayed dressed.

I was about to undress, but she grabbed my hand.

"Keep the uniform on, please."

"Like a man in uniform?" I chuckled but dropped my hand. "Only you two."

I undid my pants and pulled down my pants and boxers just enough to have my cock, hit my stomach.

I watched her eyes get wide as she looked between Adam and I, licking her lips.

"I knew you both would be big." She said as she gripped our cocks in each of her hands. Jerking them up and down. Adam flung his head back, but I kept my eyes on her.

"Love," I went to say something, which I completely forgot when her lips wrapped around the head of my cock. My head fell forward against my chest, groaning.

"Take a bit more love." I said. I placed my hand on the back of her head, urging her to take more.

"How's her mouth, Jay?" She was still jerking his cock. "Fuck. Amazing Adam. Why don't you show him how great you are, baby?"

I left the warmth of her mouth and watched as she took Adam in her mouth.

I put my hand on the back of her head, urging her to take him fully in her mouth, which she did. "Oh fuck me. I want to paint her throat with my cum."

"I don't think she would mind that, would you love?" She winked up at him, grabbed Adam's hands and placed them on her head.

"Gonna fuck your throat." His hips moved back and forth as he held her head in place. Her hand that was jerking my cock let go of my cock, and I gripped my cock in my hand, watching as Adam fucked her face.

"Shit!" Was all he said before he stilled, his eyes fluttering, and I could hear her swallowing.

Adam pulled his cock out of her mouth, making her cough. She had cum on her chest and on the corners of her mouth.

I pushed her back against the cushions of the couch, as she was still trying to catch her breath.

I got on my knees, spreading her legs, I pulled her towards me. "Eyes on me, love." Was all I said as I started to eat her out. Her loud whine was like music to my ears.

I groaned at the taste of her. I could spend the rest of my life between her thighs, making her cum on my tongue over and over again.

I started to rub her clit with my thumb, making her arch her back off the couch. I inserted two fingers, making her cry out, and close her eyes. I started to finger her, quickly. She tried to close her legs, but I held them open.

"He said eyes on him, sweetheart." Adam said to her. She forced her eyes open and looked down at me. He got in behind her and gripped her legs to keep them open.

"Come on, sweetheart, let go. There's no need to hold it in. We are going to make you feel good all day long." Adam said as he gropped her chest.

Her hands found the back of my head as she ground her pussy against my face, making my fingers go deeper inside her pussy.

She screamed out my name, as my already soaked chin got even more wet as she came. "How she taste Jay?"

I pulled my lips away, and pulled my fingers from her pussy, and held them up in front of me. "Have a taste." I moved my fingers closer to his face, her gaze on my hand the whole time.

Her breath hitched slightly as she watched Adam wrap his lips around my fingers, moaning at the taste of her juices. Once my hand was cleaned, he dropped my fingers from her mouth.

"No wonder you didn't want to stop. She tastes good. Why don't you show her how good she tastes."

I smashed my lips against hers once more, letting her taste herself.

"You ever have two guys at once, baby?" Adam asked her. She pulled her lips away from me and told us no.

"You will today."

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The last few hours, Adam and I have been fucking her in different positions, making her cum all over cocks, mouths and fingers.

From us taking turns fucking her over the couch, to her riding each of us on the couch, just like she did to that guy weeks ago.

Right now she is on her knees, with my cock down her throat, as Adam is fucking her from behind. Earlier, I found her toys and pulled out the biggest dildo I could find, and grabbed her lube.

"Gotta get you ready for us, baby. Just relax and let Adam put this in your ass." I said to her as I lubed up the dildo and handed it to Adam.

I held her in my arms as he got past the tight ring of her ass and pushed the dildo all the way in, making her body shudder.

"I think it is time, Jay." Adam groaned as he fell against her back, his hips snapping against her ass.

"You ready to take both of us at once, baby?"

"Mmmhmm." Came reply, with my cock still on her mouth.

Adam pulled out her over sensitive pussy, making the two of them groan. He pulled the dildo out of her ass, tossing it to the side.

"What hole do you want?" I asked Adam, already knowing his answer.

"Pussy. I know how much you want to fuck her ass. I will next time."

"Next time?" Came her hoarse voice .

"Yeah, baby. This isn't a one-time thing." I said as I placed my cock at the entrance to her ass. Adam got in front of her, lifting her slightly to have her sit on his cock once more. I pushed her into his chest as I sunk into her ass.

"Fuck, she is so tight. It is like her ass is trying to strangle my cock." I finally bottomed out, my hips flushed against her ass.

We let her get used to us both being inside of her. She was gripping Adam's uniform shirt that was open, "Move, please." Was all she needed to say.

I pulled back slowly and gently thrust back in. I kept an eye on her, making sure she wasn't in discomfort.

My pace increased, as did Adam's, until she was screaming into his chest. Her screams were ones of pleasure, which started to get quiet.

"Knew you would do so well, baby. You were made to take us." Adam groaned as he fucked up into her.

"You belong to us, don't you love? No one else can fuck you." I moaned.

"Yours. Only yours." She muttered.

A few minutes later, Adam stilled and groaned, filling her pussy with his cum, which triggered her orgasm. Her body tightened, including her pussy and ass.

I moaned out her name as my thrusts became sloppy. My eyes seemed to cross as I came in her ass, collapsing on her back, kissing between her shoulder blades.

The only sounds in the room were us trying to catch our breaths. I pulled out of her ass, looking down to watch my cum leak out of her ass.

I pulled her off of Adam, and he must of seen his cum leak from her pussy.

"I will go draw you a bath." I said, walking down the hall to get the bath ready.

I came back, and Adam lifted her her limp body to place her in the tube as I leaned against the doorframe.

"Stay. Order some food. Do your laundry. I have made a mess all over your uniforms." Adam and I chuckled at that, as she isn't wrong. She squirted all over my pants and when she showed us our combined jizz in her mouth, some dribbled onto Adam's pants and shirts.

"Sounds good. I'll order pizza and Chinese." I said, already pulled out my phone to order. Adam went to our trucks and grabbed our duffle bags for our spare clothes.

We changed and started laundry. Food came just as she got out of the bath.

The three of us ate, talked, and watched different movies, but we all knew the three of us would fuck again...and soon.

Part 2

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FIC UPDATE: Things We're All Too Young to Know

Because today I decided to do the most, apparently, here is chapter 113 (I know I know) of this fic, which is in its post-canon days!

Summary:

Buck begins the recovery process with Maddie and Chim's help. Eddie returns to work and makes amends with an old friend.

Snippet:

Maddie slides him a freshly brewed mug of coffee across the kitchen island.

“Thanks, Mads,” he says. “Really, I-I can’t… You and Chim have…”

She smiles at him. “That’s what we do, right?”

He nods quickly. 

“So I think today, after reaching out to Dr. Copeland, you should just relax and sleep as much as you can and whatever you need to talk about, I’m here.” 

“I slept ten hours.”

“How have you been sleeping before last night?”

Point taken. 

“Fine. I’ll nap.”

She smiles at him. “Oh, see, I can tell you’re not doing well because you’re much less of a pain in the ass about rest than usual.”

He rolls his eyes, but can’t help but smile.

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Two Ports In A Storm | 700+ words | Teen and up

For @evanbuckleyweek Day 4- "I don't like thunderstorms"

Summary: Buck receives support from two of his favorite people when a storm on shift keeps him up at night.

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Buck would be lying if he said he was completely over the sounds of thunder and the sight of lightning when it cropped up unexpectedly. Sure, he had done some exposure therapy at the suggestion of Dr. Copeland, but there was still the random jump or startled feeling he got when he saw that flash appear in the sky.

It was like when the tsunami hit and he went to the beach for the first time. He had to remind himself that he was safe and that the water couldn’t hurt him again. But lightning was a different ballgame. He couldn’t touch it or dip his toes in like he did when he went with Eddie and Christopher for the first time since that day.

Sure, he was fine when his soon-to-be boyfriend flew them into a storm, but he was so focused on Cap and Athena that the noise and flash of lightning didn’t bother him. Besides, he was safely inside a helicopter and if he could deal with hovering inches above the water at the same time, he could handle the storm as well, surrounded by his friends.

So being at work just wasn’t conducive to him getting any sleep when the clap of thunder woke him up. Gasping awake, he took a moment to settle down before trying to fall back asleep. However, that wasn’t working so well and now he just felt jittery.

He sat at the counter up in the loft after making a cup of coffee. There was no way he was going back to sleep now and if a call came in, at least he’d be awake for it.

Not long after he first woke up, he heard footsteps and looked up to see Eddie yawning as he walked over to where he was.

“There you are,” Eddie said, taking the stool next to him. “I was wondering why there was a lack of snoring in the bunk room.”

Buck rolled his eyes but smirked. “You and Chris need to be nicer to me. Tommy does not think I snore.”

Eddie chuckled, “He only says that to avoid sleeping on the couch.”

Blushing, Buck got up to get Eddie some coffee too. They had nights like this before when one would be awake and the other would get up to join them. He made the coffee the way he knew his friend liked and then sat down again.

“Couldn’t sleep. I don’t like thunderstorms,” Buck admitted.

Eddie looked towards the front of the station, where he could still see the flash of light coming through the doors if he looked hard enough.

“Neither do I. Reminds me of one of the worst nights of my life,” he confessed.

“Sorry I scared you,” Buck said, sighing as he jumped at another loud clap of thunder. “It feels like I should be okay after all this time. I’m getting better being in the ocean.”

Eddie nodded, “There’s usually no rhyme or reason to these things.”

“Did Frank tell you that?” Buck asked, making Eddie give him a mock glare.

“By the way, Chris called me last night.”

Buck grinned, “Really? You didn’t say anything.”

“You were on the phone with Tommy, didn’t want to interrupt. By the time you got off the phone, we had that gas leak call.”

“Ah. How’s he doing?”

“He said he’s tired of his Abuela hovering and is about ready to come home.”

“Well, he knows we’ll be ready for him.”

Buck was distracted for the moment, but then the thunder struck again. He groaned, wishing this long shift would end already so he could go home and curl up in bed.

“It’s funny how calls from those we love make us feel better, huh?” Eddie said.

Buck looked at him in confusion until he heard the ring tone he set up for Tommy sound through the quiet of the space. He took his phone in his hands and looked at Eddie curiously.

“How?”

Eddie shrugged, “Best friend privileges.” He got up and patted Buck on the shoulder. “I’ll be resting my eyes on the couch and pretending I don’t hear your lovesick cooing while Tommy tells you about his day.”

Buck smiled appreciatively at Eddie before answering the call. “Hi Tommy.”

“Hey. Crazy weather we’re having, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess so. It’s…a little unsettling.”

“Well, I suppose it’s my turn to distract you for a while. You want to hear about the prank Lucy pulled on me?”

Buck laughed, immediately forgetting everything else around him, but also glancing Eddie’s way to nod his head thank you. “Do tell.”

[homoeroticgrappling]

Christian being weirdly polite while repeatedly requesting Copeland's presence

It's like when your ex wants to meet at a coffee shop for "closure" and you won't return their calls

[daddyhausen]

Could i request a hc with Adam Copelad using this prompt please? “[choked up] I thought I lost you.” / “[choked up] I never thought I’d see you again.”

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 ADAM COPELAND MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — adam thought you perished in that car accident

「 WARNINGS 」 — friends to lovers, age gap relationship [ reader is in late 20s / early 30s ], mentions of injury, mentions of car accident

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 588

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x adam copeland

「 GENRE 」 — fluff / angst

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the ringing in your ears became more of an annoyance as time went on

the bleak, bleach stained ceiling of a hospital room felt colder than most

it felt empty despite the bodies of doctors and nurses as well as yourself inhabiting it

a nauseated feeling wased over you the moment you made an attempt to sit up

head spinning, still with visions of the accident,

the innitial hit where the drunk driver had clipped you, sent your car spinning off the highway

down into a ditch where you and adam laid motionless before coming to

your body felt stiff and ached, the creak of your bones accompanied by aching muscles

your leg in a cast, from foot to knee

ribs heavily bandaged, so tight that it caused your to wheeze and sputter with every breath

your eyes scanned around the room absentmindedly

meeting with the backs of sterile doctors who seemed insidtingiusable from the next

all dressed in white and the occasional hospital blue

the colour remeniscant of a mid-day sky but held none of the warmth and charm

amongst the bleakness, glancing down at your hand momontariily

a larger, more rugged one encapsulated yours

your hearing now coming to, adam’s voice calling out your name with soft yet, frantic whispers

you peer up to meet his voice, noticing his face crusted with dried blood, the blondish-grey whisps of his beard now stained pink

a small bandage obscuring five or so stitches above his left eyebrow caught your attention

“you’re hurt-” you whisper, attempting to sit up once more before he stopped you

“doll, i’m fine. you’re in worse shape right now”

his weathered eyes watered with tears

“fuck…” he muttered, smoothing down his bloodied beard, hot tears staining his cheeks

“i’m so glad you’re alright…i thought i lost you”

he got all choked up, trying to stifle his sobs from echoing around the hospital room

“you stopped breathing for a bit back there..i..fuck..” he paused for a second.

“i thought i’d never see you again”

his large, calloused palm smoothed down the stray hairs behind your head, his hands still bloodied, not having time to clean them off

his ramblings continued for a minute or so.

adam’s frantic hands found comfort in your stoic ones

“adam?” your croaky words caught him off guard.

the tremble in his hands calmed, smoothing down stray wisps of hair that clung to your sweat and blood tinted skin

tracing down the bruising that swelled around your left eye, the blotches of purple and blue so vibrant against your skin

he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of you, how your eyes welled with tears, not for your own circumstance per say, more so for his own injuries, despite how minuscule they were in comparison

“it’s not your fault, you know that…”

your voice still sounded hoarse and broken, weak with fatigue

“but i was the one driving, i should have seen that drunk driver…”

adam put his head in his hands, a heavy sigh parting his lips

“i care about you. hell, i fucking love you! and i hate that i’m the reason you’re here”

his hands froze for a moment, not embarrassed in the sort, just shocked sightly that those words fell from his lips

‘i always knew you did…” your voice barely spoke above a whisper, still loud enough for him to hear

“and i’ve always loved you, i just wish it didn’t take something like this for either of us to admit it”

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[midwestmade29]

Now loading…CHAPTER 3!!! 👀

This one is a bit lengthy, but I feel like it’s worth taking the time to read! The story continues on through the main (female) character’s POV and eventually switches over to Christian’s. Chapter 3 will take you through the morning after Christian’s drunken night and dives into the difficult conversation him and his “beautiful girl” had to have. Cross your fingers that they can work through it all and kiss and make up 😉

If you are not 18+ years old, please KEEP SCROLLING. Do not interact with any parts/chapters of this story.

Due to the explicit nature, this story is NSFW or minors.

It is written from the POV of the main character (female) and eventually changes over to Christian Cage’s POV.

Some topics/actions/theme(s) of this story may not be suitable and/or triggering for some readers. Foul language, alcohol consumption/use, drunkenness, self sabotage, and sexual “dirty talk” are a few examples.

Word count for Chapter 3: 1,899

This chapter is a doozy…😵‍💫

MAIN CHARACTER (FEMALE) POV

Steam flowed in thick pillows through the air, filling the entire bathroom as I stood under the hot water. The slight sting on my skin from the water temperature was a welcomed sensation since I had gotten chilled to the bone from walking in the rain. I wasn’t sure how long I had been standing here like this, but thankfully my tears had stopped intertwining themselves with the water droplets sliding down my cheeks, so that was a plus. I still needed to wash my hair and the rest of me before I could get out, so I made quick work of my usual routine. Once I shut the water off, I slid the glass door open and reached for my towel, but accidentally grabbed Christian’s instead. I brought it to my face to dry it off and his scent filled my nose, comforting me and causing me to forget for a split second about everything that happened tonight. I decided not to switch the towels and wrapped it around my body, still breathing him in.

While I was brushing my hair, I heard my phone ding on the counter. I held my breath for a moment as I unlocked it and saw who had sent the text. I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t Christian, but that was probably for the best right now. I read over the first message and sent my reply:

Adam Copeland: He’s here at the house, safe and sound.

Me: How is he doing?

Adam Copeland: Alright, for now. Still not 100% sober but getting there. Hopefully he’ll be able to get some rest and I’ll bring him home in the morning.

Me: Thanks, Adam. I really appreciate you picking him up and looking after him.

Adam Copeland: No problem. He’s lucky to have you in his life…just don’t give up on him yet. He needs you.

Me: I know. I need him too.

➡️ THE NEXT MORNING ⬅️

I tossed and turned all night, hardly getting any sleep. I hated not sleeping next to Christian for the 13th night in a row. I lost count of how many times I had replayed last night in my mind, overthinking everything as I went over it step by step. I know I could’ve handled certain parts of it differently, and I was kicking myself for it, but I couldn’t change it now. One thing that Christian had said last night really stuck with me. “You can’t fix someone who is unfixable.” It still made my heart ache knowing that’s how he thought of himself, as some broken and damaged goods. He was so much more than that.

Like every morning, right on cue, our cats jumped on to the bed alerting me that they were ready for breakfast. I tried to convince them to give me more time in bed by scratching all their favorite spots and telling them how cute they were, but no such luck. “You’re lucky I love you…” I sighed as I planted my feet on the floor. I slid my robe over my arms and made my way to the kitchen to get the furbabies their food and to start a pot of coffee for me. Goosebumps covered my arms and legs from the chill of the morning since I only had my robe and one of Christian’s shirts on, making the hot coffee sound even more appealing. “Here you go babies!” I called out as I sat the food bowls down, and I couldn’t help but laugh as the cats sauntered over meowing in appreciation.

The refrigerator beeped at me the longer I stood in front of it, urging me to close the doors while I tried to figure out what to eat. Even though I skipped dinner last night, I still didn’t have much of an appetite, but I knew I needed to have something. I grabbed the butter and strawberry jam and put 2 slices of bread in the toaster before filling my coffee cup while I waited. The quiet of the morning was interrupted when I heard keys turn in the lock of the front door, causing my stomach to do a flip when it opened. When I turned around, Christian stood on the other side of the kitchen, looking both disheveled and handsome at the same time. “Hey, baby…” he said cautiously. “Morning.” Was the only greeting I offered him. He rubbed the back of his neck while trying to make small talk. “The coffee smells good. Did you just wake up?” I didn’t respond, just walked over to the cabinet, and pulled out another coffee cup and motioned for Christian to sit down at the kitchen island. He watched my every move as I filled his cup and took the creamer out of the fridge. I tried my best not to make eye contact with him as I sat his cup down in front of him because I knew once I did, I would get lost in them and lose my nerve.

CHRISTIAN’S POV

My beautiful girl tried to keep herself busy by fixing her toast and fidgeting with the strings on her robe. I could tell that she didn’t get much sleep last night from her puffy eyes and the redness that trimmed them. I didn’t sleep well for obvious reasons, and right now it feels like I have an anvil sitting on my head, but I was feeling better than I deserved to. I almost hoped that I would wake up feeling miserable, like I was being punished in a way for last night, but seeing my girl like this and knowing it was my fault was worse than any hangover symptoms. I knew I had some explaining to do, but even with the seriousness of last night still hanging in the air, I couldn’t help but notice how sexy my girl looked in my shirt. Her hair was up in some kind of clip with loose wavy pieces of hair falling around her face, no makeup on and barefoot. Absolutely stunning. Each time she got near me or passed by her sweet scent consumed me and made me want to take her in my arms and kiss her hard. My thoughts were interrupted when she sat a plate of toast in front of me.

“I wasn’t sure if you were hungry or even up to eating. I figure after last night, getting some food in your stomach might be a good idea.” She said softly. “Thanks baby. I appreciate it. I know I owe you an explanation about last night and I…” was all I could get out before she held up her hands and cut me off. “I’ve had my time to think things over and to figure out what I wanted to say, so I’m just going to throw it all out there first.” This time she spoke firmly and she straightened up her shoulders. Shit, she really meant business and that made me nervous. ”We’ve been through this several times before Christian. We’ve had to have these difficult conversations time and time again, and it doesn’t get easier each time they happen. What hurts the most is when you keep things from me and won’t come to me when something is wrong or bothering you. I know you weren't able to call me from the plane, but we could've talked about everything at dinner. You also accused me last night of “trying to fix you” and that’s not what I’m trying to do. I just want to help you carry the heavy load you always put on your shoulders. When you hurt, I hurt Christian. We’re supposed to be in this together. Instead of opening yourself up to me, you chose alcohol and closed off your heart.”

She turned her head after her last few words were almost a whisper to try and hide the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Fuck this killed me seeing her like this! I walked over to her, placed my hands on her cheeks, and wiped away a stray tear with my thumb. I wrapped her in my arms and about broke down in tears myself. “I’m so sorry, baby. I know I fucked up and I hate the way I acted. You are 100% right about us being in this together, and I didn’t show that last night. I know I’ve made a lot of poor choices, and you don’t deserve to be treated the way I treated you. Yesterday morning I was ecstatic knowing that I was going to be on my way home to you, but once the plane took off, that’s when I started drinking.” “Being away from you for any amount of time is torture. I didn’t think these 12 days were ever going to end and I couldn’t wait to see you last night. I even bought a new dress for our date, plus a little something extra underneath to surprise you. Unfortunately, that surprise is laying on the bathroom floor, soaked from the rain.” She admitted. My cock twitched when I started imagining what her “surprise” looked like. I think she knew where my mind was in that moment when I saw her cheeks flush.

To snap myself back into our conversation, I shook my head and continued to explain myself. “Some of the guys on the plane were busting my balls and bringing up a lot of the criticism and hate that I’ve been hearing and seeing lately. I let it get to me and to drown it all out, I started drinking. Some journalist wrote an article about me a couple days ago that claimed I’m “washed up” and “a burden to AEW.” There’s been other shit plastered all over social media lately too. It’s hard to ignore when I’m constantly reminded that I’m still considered second best after all these years and that they don’t see the hard work I’ve put in. It follows me around like the plague. If I was stronger, then I wouldn’t be broken and full of cracks letting all this seep into me.” “I hate that you see yourself that way! I can assure you that you are not any of those things the journalists, “fans” or anyone else said. You’re brilliant Christian! You shine brighter than anyone else out there and it’s a shame that others try to dull that shine. You put in the time and hard work into your career, continuously elevating yourself while lifting others up with you. You’re the best person I know! Please don’t let the stupidity of others cause you to build a wall around your heart. Let my words and love for you break down what’s already there.”

Her words rocked me to my core. It hurt like hell always hearing and seeing the negative things that are written, posted and spoke about me, but accepting a compliment and praise was almost harder to hear because I'm just not used to it. When I don't see the good in myself, I can't understand why anyone else would. But, if she sees good in me, then it must really be inside of me somewhere. This beautiful girl standing before me is a living breathing angel, I’m sure of it. I have no idea what I did to deserve her, but I’m so damn glad she’s mine.

…Well, did you make it through the entire thing? 🫣 You’re a rockstar if you did! I appreciate you so very much! 🖤

Chapter 4 will be posted ASAP!

[sheinthatfandom]

Wait rampage and dynamite….. I did not plan around that

I need sleep

I only have a medium iced coffee I woulda needed a large and some kinda snack

I had no nap today and I’m the one who cooked a bitch is tired already :(

Dvr says it’ll récord do yay for that

COPELAND DO NOT GET INJURED

Hi moxxie baby the one time pip did something good

[lamyaasfaraini]

Day 27 - A song from your first concert

30 days song challenge

First concert aku anggap konser tunggal lah yaa. Biasanya kan ke festival musik yg bandnya banyak. Bener2 pertama kali ke konser tunggal ya tahun 2010 The Farewell Tour Copeland di El dorado, Setiabudi. Setlistnya berisi 19 lagu, konsernya ngaret karena banyak yg kejebak hujan dan macet Setiabudi teaa.. Iya 2010 jg dah macedhhh cuy. Jadi pas konser berlangsung satset bgt Aaron sang vokalis ngga banyak ngobrol sm audience, hemat bicara bgt wkwk. Sambung menyambung lagu aja terus. Posisi aku di frontrow kiri mentok pager besi, which is kalo skrg dipikir2 posisinya kurang ideal, panggung kan gede pov kamu paling dpn jd yg diliat cuma bassist nya aja. Posisi paling nyaman tuh di tengah vokalis, ngga terlalu depan, ngga terlalu belakang jg. Nah pas Blur itu ideal bgt. Pov nya jadi keliatan kek nonton Youtube layar besar bgt.

Setlist 19 lagu, ngga banyak aku record. Semuanya aku donlot video fancam di Youtube lengkap. Mayan kan buat kenang2an.

Lagu apa aja yaa fav aku~

Ini sih opening song nya, pas jreeengggggg intro lsg merinding huhu keren bingits! Ini dari album pertama Beneath The Medicine

Ini closing song nya, agak2 sedih jg yaa mau udahan. Lupa ini pas Encore apa yah. Ah pokonya lagunya kenceng dan ramaayyy. Dari album kedua, In Motion

Ini dari album ketiga, Eat Sleep Repeat. Lagu fav sobi gigsku, kujuga sukaaa. Masuk setlist inipun~

Lagu Chin Up yg hype biasanya org2 tau selain Brightest sama Coffee.. Masuk setlist ini dari album keempat, You Are My Sunshine. Luvvv

Done.. Sudah diwakili lagu2nya dari tiap album yang masuk setlist.

Btw kalo nyeritain konser Copeland ke suami yg ngefans jg sama band ini dan blio skip konsernya karena entah apaaa.. Padahal blio tau infonya. Hanya penyesalan aja responnya, "ko bisa aku skip ya? Aku lupa dulu knp ngga beli tiketnya". Kalopun kamu nonton kita masih kek stranger ya kalo ktemu jg, kawan SMP yg ngga kenal tea hahaha tag @sagarmatha13