#hopefully i can use that tag (tell me if i gotta remove it!!!)

[fexarii]

EVERYONE SHOULD GO READ THE MPF COMICS NOW NOW DO IT NOW DO IT RIGHT NOW!!!! I cannot stop thinking about them ,, I can't wait for the third volume but a silly billy has to be patient </3

I love Sam sm he's the perfect balance between someone who takes his job srsly but also knows how to have a good time,, he's very fun to draw ^_^

@organizedchaotics I SAW THE ANSWER TO MY ASK BTW !! I'M GLAD I COULD MAKE U HAPPY YAY

okay I'll retreat to my art corner now,, until I finish more rendered stuff XP

[steddiecameraroll]

It Takes a Muscle to Fall In Love - Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” Eddie runs his hands through his hair in frustration.

He’s anxiously pacing around his bedroom, questioning every life choice he’s ever made.

“You ok, boy?” Wayne pops his head into Eddie’s doorway.

“I fucked up. I fucked up soooooo bad. He’s never gonna talk to me again. Why did I do that? I’m such an idiot.” 

Wayne saunters into Eddie’s room and sits on the edge of his mattress. He pats the space beside him, motioning for Eddie to join him.

“What happened?”

Eddie huffs and sits next to Wayne before falling back on the mattress, his hair flopping around him. “Steve. I lied to Steve. Perfect, gorgeous, beautiful, Steve. I’m an idiot.” Eddie covers his eyes with his arm and groans. “I just…he’s so perfect, and I didn’t think there was any way…what do I do, Wayne?”

“What was the lie?”

“That I had a date this weekend.”

“Wasn’t your D&D thing this weekend?”

“Yeeeesss,” Eddie kicks his legs like a frustrated toddler. “I’m an idiot. I didn’t think it through. I just didn’t want him to regret what happened and not make him nervous or freak out or whatever. I didn’t think about it. I just said it to take the pressure off us, off of him.”

“Did somethin’ happen between you two?”

“Yeah…” Eddie trails off, remembering the feel of Steve’s body against his. “It was good…perfect. Best day of my life, and I fucked it up.” He chuckles with a lack of humor.

“Why’d you tell him you had a date if you didn’t and had such a nice time?”

“I was nervous. I didn’t want him to hate me. I thought he’d freak out and regret it.”

“Did he seem like he was upset?”

Eddie sat up, leaning back against his palms. “N-no, I didn’t want him to get upset, so preventative, more or less.”

“Had he made it clear you two were only friends? Didn’t want more?”

“No, not exactly. Steve’s never…I was…He doesn’t want that.” Wayne has always supported Eddie but doesn’t want to cross a line for Steve and share too much.

“I’ve seen you two together. Has he said that outright? Or are you making decisions for the boy?”

“No…it’s just…” Eddie sits up and leans his elbows on his knees.

“You two should talk. And stop making assumptions and let him tell you what he wants.” Wayne lays his palm against Eddie’s upper back and rubs in comforting circles.

“I didn’t want to lose him,” Eddie says quietly.

“And you won’t if you’re honest and talk to him, but if you keep trying to trick him, boy, you will.”

“Fuck, what if he doesn’t want to talk to me?”

“I’m gonna guess he wants some answers. Sure, he’s probably mad, but he’s also probably confused. He doesn’t know why you did it, so who knows what he’s thinking instead.”

“Oh god,” Eddie lets his head fall, his hair shielding his face. “So stupid.”

“Well, I gotta head to work, but good luck, ok? We can talk tomorrow if you want.”

“Thanks. Hopefully, I won’t have a black eye the next time you see me.”

“You won’t.” Wayne gently pushes Eddie’s shoulder, then stands and heads out of the room.

Eddie falls back onto the mattress with a huff, dreading the idea of facing Steve.

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[shinigamimailjeevas]

So I think posting random pieces of fics is actually helping me work on them. Hopefully it's not becoming annoying 😕 here is another 😂

This one was inspired quite literally by the opening lyrics from Avril Lavigne's song "Mobile"

( "Went back home again This sucks gotta pack up and leave again Say goodbye to all my friends Can't say when I'll be there again It's time now to turn around Turn my back on Everything" )

Title: Out of my control (I'm a mobile)

"Theo Raeken's Halfway House for Displaced Supernaturals, how may I help you?"

"Corey, you are not as funny as you think you are."

Corey scoffs. "Please babe, I'm hilarious." Corey seats himself on the worn wooden desk, careful of the piles of paperwork strewn about in a chaotically organized fashion. Mason sighs on the other end of the line, then: "I do actually have another. Age fifteen from Nebraska. Her pack was decimated. They tagged her but someone noticed in time to get the implant out before it dug too deep."

Corey rubs the bridge of his nose. The Monroe Tagging system, named after the infamous hunter who started a full on war with all creatures supernatural, then was cut down before she could see it to fruition. Her terrible legacy lives on 18 years after she began her hunt. The tags were part scientific and part druid magic, marvels really. Hit any part of the body and the little pill sized tracker would work its way into the spinal column using nanites and runes etched into the pills surface. Once there it attaches itself and the outer shell dissolves enough for hooks to sink into the person unfortunate enough to encounter it. The tag hooks deep and spreads fast. If not gotten to in the first few hours there is no way to remove it. Hunters can track you anywhere. The tagged don't live long without constant help from a druid to change the rune-work every few days.

"I'll let Theo know." Corey tells his husband, visualizing Mason's nod over the phone before he verbally confirms.

"Hey... How is Theo doing?"

"How do you think? It's mid summer." Mid summer, other than the holidays it's the worst time of year to be around him. Not that Corey blames him. 18 years prior Liam Dunbar disappeared without a trace. They suspected Monroe or someone like her got the jump on him, but it was never proven and they never found his body. Corey doesn't like to speculate on the lives of others, however given how driven unhinged the other chimera was the first few years, and how sullen in the latter ones, he thinks the two were on the way to getting together. Romance and Theo Raeken were not two subjects any of them would have put together before, or after, Liam. In a way it was sad to see how much the former First Chimera had changed. Now, nearly two decades later Theo helped run—and well it really kind of was a halfway house—a temporary shelter for any creature running from hunters. Deaton had helped place as many protections on the building as possible but if one was Tagged they could not enter. The best they could do was give them supplies, point them to the resistance and send them on their way. The world, quite frankly, sucked.

"Yeah. I don't know what I was thinking when asking that." Mason sounds tired and sometimes being around Theo, Corey forgets that Liam was someone's best friend, a beta, a son-- to other people.

"He would be 35." Mason continues.Corey does not spew platitudes and knows better than to address anything Mason says close to the date of disappearance. Corey wonders if knowing would be better for them, to have at least some semblance of an idea what happened.

"Corey?"

"Gotta go Mase, Theo just got back. I'll let him know about the new intake, okay?"

"Thanks. Oh, she is being brought by someone. So don't let Theo go all... Theo on the stranger. Deaton vouches for them."

"Got it. Love you. See you later." Corey puts the landline down just as Theo sniffs out his location, standing in the doorway with a pinched expression that means he heard the last bit.

"Mason says we have a new ward coming. A 15 year old from Nebraska. Didn't get an ETA." Theo nods and disappears from view. Corey hangs his head with a barely audible sigh. Summer was the worst.

[laurenairay]

Ooh can you do number 12 with Jake virtanen?

Thanks for requesting this one, anon! I haven’t written for Jake Virtanen before, so this was fun!

And thank you to @danglesnipecelly for giving me a rundown on Jake – I hope I did him justice! Also tagging @denis-scorianov because I love your Jake fics!

“Shut up and take your pants off”

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Another Friday night, another party/get-together/casual drinks. There were many perks to your best friend dating one of the Vancouver Canucks – the parties and gatherings were just one of them. At this point, you’d hung around the guys so many times, that you felt like could call some of them your friends. God knows you had enough of them texting you asking you for advice on basic life skills. They were all just so easy to get along with, so easy to like, and you always had fun when you hung out with them. What’s not to love?

Speaking of guys that were easy to like…

“Oh my god Virts, I’m so sorry!”

You turned your head sharply at the gasp of one of the team girlfriends, a few others following like meerkats, and you winced when you saw a large red wine stain spreading across his pale blue jeans. By the hisses of the people in the kitchen around you, they agreed – red wine was a bitch to get out of clothing. Anything, really. But ouch.

“Hey, not your fault, we both crashed,” Jake said with a smile, shaking his head.

But then he looked down at his jeans again and grimaced slightly, and you could tell how devastated he was. Who could blame him – those jeans look good on him. But now wasn’t the time. Jake Virtanen was one of the guys on the team that you were closest too – always there with a way to make you laugh, to smile, to have your heart beat a little faster with his flirting – and if you could help him, you absolutely would.

“I can get the stain out, like, right now, if someone can find me a tub of table salt?” you offered.

“You can?” Jake asked hopefully.

Like you could say no to that smile now.

“Of course,” you nodded, smiling back at him, “But I’m going to need your pants,”

Jake immediately blushed at the swell of cheers, and you felt your own cheeks flush warm as well, but you just rolled your eyes fondly.

“If our very generous host could loan you some basketball shorts so you’re not just walking around in your underwear?” you mused.

Brock laughed but nodded, clapping Jake on the shoulder as he walked out of the room. The kitchen started to clear, giving Jake some space as he unbuttoned his jeans, and you bit your lip before looking away from him. Then Jake nudged you with his elbow, making you look back at him.

“You know, if you wanted to get me naked, you could’ve just asked,” Jake grinned.

Oh god. What a thought. What a flirt.

Not the time.

“Shut up and take your pants off, Virtanen,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“At least buy me dinner first” he smirked.

Huh. Was he…was he really…

There was no-one around to make this flirting a joke – was he actually serious this time?

“Nah, I think I’ll let you buy me dinner,” you said calmly, although inside your heartbeat was racing.

Too much?

Jake’s eyes widened in surprise, before he smiled widely. And then he shoved his jeans to the ground, making you shriek with laughter, looking firmly in his eyes and not downwards like you wanted to.

“It’s a date,” he grinned.

You bit your bottom lip to hide the stupid grin threatening to spread across your lips, even more so as Jake almost tripped over his shoes in an effort to take them off to get the jeans off his feet. So cute.

“So, about dinner…” Jake said.

“Virts! Shorts!”

You startled at the sound of Brock’s voice and stepped backwards as Brock walked into the room. He winked at you, making your cheeks flare with warmth again, and tossed the shorts to Jake.

“You needed table salt, right?” Brock asked you.

“Yeah, table salt and a large bowl. While the salt is soaking into the wine, I’ll boil some water and pour it over the salt. It might take a couple of tries but it should ‘push’ the stain right out. Then they can just be washed as normal,” you explained.

Both men looked at you a little stunned, but you just laughed.

“Removing a red wine stain, from all kinds of spills whether its light fabric, heavy fabric or upholstery, was one of the first things my mom taught me when I turned 16. She didn’t raise a fool,” you shrugged.

“No she didn’t,” Jake murmured, awe tinging his words.

You grinned as Brock laughed, nudging his friend, making Jake blush fiercely. Bless him.

“So, salt?” you prompted, trying to ease Jake’s embarrassment.

“Coming right up. While I’m getting it, maybe you can give Virts your number so he can take you on that dinner date,” Brock said faux-innocently.

Oh damn. Whoops.

“You heard that?” Jake winced.

“Oh yeah,” Brock smirked, “and I already texted Petey,”

“Well shit, now the whole team knows,” Jake huffed.

Well you sure as hell weren’t going to let him feel awkward, not now.

“So are you getting your phone out or not?” you said, smiling sweetly.

Brock just laughed again at the stunned look on Jake’s face, even more so as Jake scrabbled to pull his phone out of his wet jeans. So much for Jake’s earlier bravado!

“He’s usually smoother than this,” Brock teased, passing the container of salt to you.

“I know. But this is cute too,” you grinned back, unashamed.

“Suck it Boeser,” Jake said cheerfully, putting his phone on the counter.

Brock laughed and rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna leave you two lovebirds to it. Yell if you need anything more for the pants,”

You grinned to yourself, laying the jeans out flat on the kitchen counter, covering the red wine stain liberally in salt while it was still damp enough to soak in properly, before reaching for Jake’s phone. You could feel him watching you as you typed in your phone number, but it wasn’t until you saved it and put the phone down that you looked up at him.

That pretty smile. The cheeky flirting. That gorgeous face. Those strong tattooed arms. That sweet heart. All of that, just for you?

“He’s right, I’m usually way smoother,” Jake mused, finally tugging on the borrowed shorts.

“I like both sides of you. Makes things more interesting,” you shrugged.

“Yeah?” he grinned.

“Yeah,” you nodded, not bothering to lie. Why lie? Why deny yourself what you want?

The sparkle in his eyes sent the butterflies in your stomach crazy, and you turned away from him, using the excuse of finding a large bowl to get your control back. Jake truly had no idea what he did to you, did he?

“I’ve gotta boil the water, probably a few times, so don’t feel like you need to hang around,” you said, reaching up on your tiptoes for the bowl you needed.

You startled as you felt a hand on the small of your back, Jake’s familiar scent filling your senses as his body pressed close to yours.

“I think I like where I am right now,” he murmured, easily picking up the bowl you were reaching for.

You inhaled sharply at the return of his easy charm, looking up at him with a smile. Oh this was going to be fun.

[antirepurp]

i thought about this problem with fic sites last night and tried to like look and see what options there are but like, it really just boils down to a bunch of sites no one really uses anymore and a//o3? so either you can choose a site that (hopefully) is run by people with standards who don’t tolerate harmful content, or a cesspool where the admins boast about how inclusive they are by allowing absolutely vile bullshit to be uploaded there and effectively provide a breeding ground for freaks, and shift away any criticism that comes their way by pointing at the tag system and telling people to just filter tags instead of doing something about the p3do bait and racist bs and fics of Real Fucking People, and whatever the fuck else they have going on. and the userbase will defend to the ends of the earth and argue that removing the gross content means getting rid of all the gay stuff as well, because as we know homosexuality and p3dophilia are definitely on the same goddamn boat here /s. and thus these fine folks shovel more money to this god-awful site than necessary while there are like, actual good causes that money could go towards. but no the spicy fics featuring their favorite minors are more important.

and yet! and yet that’s seemingly the only place where your writing can get any traction whatsoever? because who fucking uses like. wattpad. ff.net. the other obscure places. it’s like how like we have 7 massive sites are drawing in everyone on the internet and things like forums and people’s own original sites just get lost for most of us. and it pisses me off because of Course i want people to read what i write, but that kind of forces me to use a site that does absolutely nothing to curate it’s content to the bare minimum you’d expect it to. and like, if the staff was willing to listen to people and maybe change their policies on some of this shit, i think i’d be more okay with that you know? because things could improve? but they clearly don’t seem to give a shit because, you know, we gotta let people upload their racist fantasies and child p0rn, because we’re Cool and Inclusive and if we put our foot down on one or two things we have to ban handholding and gays as well, because it’s all or nothing up in this bitch. funny enough it fucking reminds me of rainfurrest and how that all went to shit partially because the staff let people act like shitheads, so it became the convention where people went to act like shitheads, and you probably know how that story ends.

but yeah. this shit fucking sucks. and i don’t know if im going to be a hypocritical asshole if i try to hop on again just so i can have more people read my shit, because funny internet numbers release serotonin and make me feel nice. or if i have to give up and use the obscure sites with like 7 other fics in the same f4ndom as mine. idk man

[dumbasscorn]

Exothermic : chapter nine

Amalthea vs the Dinner Deal 

"I'm sorry... boys? I thought it was an unspoken rule for you to not do that. Nope, no boys. No dating-- no."

Previous chapter 

1,008 words 

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"Uncle Charlie I really, really don't want to go back. Please don't make me suffer anymore. I am in pain. School makes my soul ache! It's quite unhealthy for a teenage girls soul to be aching!"

"Thea- bud, you need the education. If you didn't, I'd let you ditch and never look back. Not only that, but it's illegal for minors to not go to school- and that'd look really bad for me, a cop, to accomplice you in doing that. Now get off the floor and help me put away these groceries."

Amalthea scrunched her eyebrows together, huffing as she pushed herself to sit up from her previous spread eagle position on the kitchen floor.

"Are you seriously moping instead of helping your loving and supportive uncle who's back is hurting?"

"I'm a teenager Uncle Charlie, it's my right to mope as I please!" Thea remarked, crossing her arms and legs as she stayed seated on the floor.

"Also, absolutely not my fault you're ancient, oldie!" The teenager grumbled into her arms, head thrown down in despair.

"Hey! You know what-- just for that remark I'm never buying you the good chocolate milk ever again, Amalthea Swan." Charlie crossed his arms and turned away from the girl.

Amalthea gasped, snapping her head toward her uncle who took to unashamedly smirking.

"I've told you I love you so much and you could do nothing wrong ever, and that you're my favorite uncle, right? If not, here's your reminder."

"I have told you you're my favorite niece, right? If not, here's your reminder." Charlie walked passed the girl, handing her the jug of chocolate milk and a well used red cup she favored as a child.

"I'm your only niece, my guy." Thea poured the milky liquid into the cup she felt reminiscent of for a reason she could not distinguish.

"And I'm your only uncle-- you don't hear me complaining!" Charlie put the grocery bags in a cabinet for use later on, pecking Thea on the top of her head as he went to lounge in the living room.

Amalthea ignored him as she savored the chocolatey taste that her taste buds greedily welcomed with open arms.

Feeling her stomach rumble, the teen questioned her uncle on what was for dinner.

"We're getting Chinese food, 'member? A deals a deal. That is if you attempted to enjoy yourself and talk to people..." Charlie raised his eyebrows, a can of soda on his lips as he eyed Thea.

"Gotta be honest with you, I completely forgot about the deal. But, surprisingly enough, I defied all odds and spoke to exactly two people." Amalthea detested, placing her cup of chocolate milk on the small side table and curling up on the couch beside her uncle.

Charlie snorted a laugh, "and who might those people be?"

"Trevor Uley and Jackson King."

Charlie blinked slowly, looking at Thea from the side of his left eye. "I'm sorry... boys? I thought it was an unspoken rule for you to not do that. Nope, no boys. No dating-- no." He shook his head, staring at the teenager who was giggling at his unimpressed face.

"Relax. I don't even like them like that. I was forced into talking to them. Uley and I share all of our classes, so he showed me all around the place. King, he and I only share one class and lunch together. Not much to worry about. Honest!" Thea raised both of her hands, a grin being poorly hidden on her face.

Charlie huffed, grumbling things such as boys being stupid and nobody in Forks being good enough for his niece.

Both uncle and niece turned their attention back to the baseball game on screen, rooting for the opposite teams. Amalthea cheered whenever anything happened, considering she didn't know a damn thing about the game as Charlie pretending to not notice and joined in on her cheers.

After an hour of the duo deeply getting into their false competitive arguments, Charlie eventually made the call for food to be delivered.

Another half an hour passed by when the sound of a knock reverberated from the door, down the hallway, reaching the ears of the adult and teenager.

Rolling off of the couch with a grunt, Charlie took his wallet out of the pocket it was in and turned toward Thea in question. "You mind going to get Bells? Hopefully she'll finally wanna join us tonight."

Amalthea hesitantly nodded in approval, still angered by her cousin for abandoning her at a new school where she knew not one person.

Throwing herself onto the floor, Thea rolled her way to the staircase. Charlie jokingly sighed and shook his head in disappointment, turning to the high school boy delivering the food.

Dramatically stomping her way up the stairs that seemed to be endless, the teenager groaned her way to Isabella's shut door.

Knocking on the plain wood, Amalthea tapped her foot in impatience.

Ten seconds had passed before the girl got tired of waiting. She turned the silver knob to the right and rapidly pushed the door open, catching it only when she noticed it would make a loud noise as it hit the wall.

"You eating with your pops and I tonight? We got Chinese."

Bella Swan stared at her cousin with wide eyes, shakiness in her voice and a weak, uncertain smile placed on her face as she croaked out, "I, uh- not tonight. I have loads of homework to do still."

Amalthea shrugged and turned away from her cousin, shutting the door yet again as she walked toward the top step.

Charlie and his niece spent the duration of the meal speaking about what had happened throughout their days. The man talking about the boring paperwork he filled out - deciding it'd be best to not tell the girl about the murders taking place, as his niece talked about the annoying pubescent teenagers -who talk a lot and smell really bad, by the way!- she had to deal with all day.

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Kinda a filler chapter but o well lols. How're you all doing? Are you ready for spring break?

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[sfb123]

Uncle Drake and his Royal Valentine

Turns out I have one more Valentine’s Day fic in me. Instead of romantic Valentine stuff, I’m all about that cute little kid Valentine fluff, which means it’s time for our second installment of...

Book: The Royal Heir

Pairing: Uncle Drake x Eleanor (uncle/niece/friendship)

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except for Thomas (who is ever so briefly mentioned), he is my OC.

Rating: G

Warning:

Word Count: 1,679

Tags: Listed below. Let me know if you want to be added/removed.

Drake entered the palace and headed straight for the Great Room. Riley and Liam had a couple of meetings that were going to run late, so he agreed to pick up Eleanor from her lessons and watch her until they got back. He got there to find Thomas, Eleanor’s guard, standing watch at the door.

“Babysitting duty again, Walker?” Thomas extended his hand, shaking Drake’s.

“Yea, you know how it is. She almost done?”

“Should be wrapping up, I’ll go get her for you.” He entered the room, and returned shortly after with Eleanor in tow.

“Uncle Drake!” Eleanor ran straight for him at full speed. He caught her in his arms and lifted her up, placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Hey kiddo, how were your lessons?”

“They were good. I learned about manners today. Thank you for asking.” She smiled proudly.

Drake put her back down on the ground and took her hand in his. “Well look at that, already putting it into practice. Your parents are going to be very proud. I was going to hang out with you for a bit, until they’re done with their meetings, would that be ok with you?”

“Yay! Can we color?”

“I think we could make that happen.”

They got back to the Royal quarters, and after getting Eleanor changed and giving her a quick snack, Drake set them up on the coffee table with some paper and crayons.

“Hey, Uncle Drake?” Eleanor put down her crayon and looked up at him thoughtfully.

“Hey Eleanor.” He looked up and smiled.

“Will you be my Valentime?” She looked at him hopefully.

Drake was slightly taken aback by the question. “You want me to be your Valentine?” She grinned and nodded her head. “Why me? I figured you’d ask your dad.”

“No daddy and mommy are valentimes, I need one for me too. Please, Uncle Drake?”

“I would love nothing more, Princess Eleanor.” He reached across the table and lifted her tiny hand to his lips, causing her to giggle.

They continued on with their coloring a little longer, until Riley and Liam entered the room. As soon as she saw them, Eleanor dropped her crayon and ran to them. “Mommy, daddy! I missed you!”

“Aww, we missed you too baby girl. Did you have a good day?” Riley knelt down to her level and gave her a hug.

She nodded her head and smiled. “Uncle Drake is going to be my valentime!”

“He is? That’s wonderful, Princess!” Liam leaned down and hugged his daughter, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Why don’t you go wash up for dinner? We’re going to be eating soon.

“Ok daddy.” She went up to Drake and gave him a hug. “Bye Uncle Drake. Thank you.”

“Anytime kid.” Once Eleanor left the room, Drake turned to his friends. “You know, if you guys wanted time to watch her for Valentine’s Day, you could have just asked. You didn’t need this whole elaborate plot of asking me through the kid.” He chuckled.

“Drake, we didn’t do that. She asked you that completely on her own.” Liam held up his hands, shaking his head.

“Yea, sure.”

“No, really.” Riley interjected. “We weren’t even going to ask you to watch her, we were going to have her go to Ramsford, Maxwell is going to be watching Bartie for Bertrand and Savannah, we were going to set up a slumber party for them.”

Drake's eyes darted between Liam and Riley. “So you mean she asked because…”

“Because she genuinely wants to spend Valentine’s Day with her Uncle Drake.” Liam approached his best friend and clapped him on the back.

“Obviously you don’t have to take her, it’s last minute, we don’t want to mess up your weekend.” Riley said.

“No, really, it’s ok. I’m just kind of surprised, wasn’t expecting that.”

“I’m not, she loves you Drake, she’s always telling us stories about your adventures.” Riley said as she walked into the kitchen to get dinner together.

Drake blushed, he loved spending time with Eleanor too. He always made sure to balance out all of her courtly lessons with real kid stuff so that she was able to have the most normal childhood possible. He knew she had fun when they were together, but he always just assumed Maxwell was the favorite uncle, because he was so loud and crazy. That’s the kind of stuff kids were all about, right?

“Drake, would you like to stay and join us for dinner?” Liam asked, taking Drake out of his thoughts.

“No, that’s alright. I’ve got a big date this weekend, I’ve gotta go get ready.” He smiled as he shook Liam’s hand and gave Riley a hug before heading out the door and back to his cabin.

A few days later, Riley was with Eleanor in her room getting her ready for her evening with Drake. She put her in a red dress with matching shoes. Riley had also put together a small overnight bag with the essentials that Eleanor would need until she returned to the palace the next day. They heard the front door open and Riley smiled at her daughter. “I think your Valentine just got here, Eleanor.”

“Yay! Valentime!”

Riley took Eleanor’s hand and they walked out to the living room where Drake and Liam were sitting on the couch talking. Riley cleared her throat to get their attention. They both stood and turned around, smiling wildly at the sight of the Princess and her excitement for the evening.

“Eleanor, you look stunning. Just like your mother.” Liam bowed, looking up just in time to catch the blush in his wife’s cheeks. He winked at her and smiled.

Drake approached the girls and bowed in front of Eleanor. As he rose, he took her hand and kissed the back of it. “Princess Eleanor, you look beautiful tonight. Here, these are for you.” He pulled a small bouquet of daisies from behind his back and handed them to her.

“For me?” Eleanor asked excitedly, bringing the flowers to her face and smelling them, just like her mother did every time her father would bring flowers home.

“Of course. It’s the rule, you have to get flowers for your Valentine.”

“Eleanor, what do you say?” Riley placed her hand on Eleanor’s back to get her attention.

“Thank you, Uncle Drake!” She smiled and hugged him.

“Good girl. I’ll take these and get them in some water. They’ll be in your room when you get home tomorrow.” Riley took the flowers from Eleanor. “Don’t you have something for your Uncle Drake?”

Eleanor nodded and walked over to the end table by the couch, picking up a red piece of paper. She walked over to Drake and handed it to him. “Here Uncle Drake, happy Valentime’s Day!”

Drake examined the picture, it appeared to be two people among a bunch of squiggly lines. “This is beautiful Eleanor. Is that me and you?”

“Mhm, we’re playing in the garden at Valoria.”

“That’s Valtoria, Eleanor.” Liam interrupted her.

“Daddy, that’s what I said!” She turned around and gave her father a stern face, causing him to chuckle.

“It’s beautiful Eleanor. Thank you so much. Will you help me find a good place to hang it up when we get to my cabin?”

“Sure!”

“Great! Well, we should be heading out. We have a busy night planned.” Drake and Eleanor said their goodbyes to Riley and Liam. Before they walked out the door, Drake extended his hand to Eleanor. “M’lady.” Eleanor put her hand in his, and they walked out the door together.

Once they arrived at Drake’s cabin, he brought her overnight bag to the guest room, and they found a perfect spot right in the center of the refrigerator to display his new artwork. “Alright kiddo, I’m starving. You want to have dinner?”

“Yes please, what are we having?”

“I was thinking we could make a pizza.”

Eleanor got a confused look on her face. “How do you make pizza, Uncle Drake?”

“Come on into the kitchen and I’ll show you.”

They went into the kitchen and made a pizza. Eleanor loved sprinkling on the cheese and getting to artistically placing the toppings on the saucy disc. They cleaned up the kitchen while they waited for it to cook, and once it was finished, they sat at the kitchen table together and enjoyed the fruits of their labor.

“What now, Uncle Drake?”

“I was thinking about setting up the projector by the fire pit so we could have s’mores and a movie. Does that sound like fun?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What movie?”

He laughed to himself, what movie was she expecting that would cause her to give him the dirty look he’d seen from Riley countless times? “I mean, I was thinking The Little Mermaid, but if you don’t want to watch that, I guess we could pick something else.”

“No! I love Little Mermaid, she’s my favorite!” She grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the yard.

“Whoa whoa, slow down there killer. I’ve gotta get everything and set up. Why don’t you go wait for me by the fire pit. I’ll be right there.”

She nodded and ran to the backyard. Drake gathered everything he needed, and started setting things up in the backyard as Eleanor watched. Drake had her set up the s’mores supplies on the table. Once everything was ready, he lit the fire and started the movie. They sat watching and eating. Eleanor animatedly explained the movie to Drake, and sang along to all of the songs.

As the movie came to a close, Drake looked over to Eleanor and saw her yawning. “Alright, I think it’s bedtime. There’s not much more fun that can be had tonight. Did you have a good Valentine’s Day, Eleanor?”

“Yes Uncle Drake. Thank you. Happy Valentime’s Day.” She said groggily.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, kiddo.” He lifted her out of her seat and walked her to the guest room to get her changed and into bed.

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Spaces Between Us Chapter 6: History

The hardships of real life separated them six years ago, and Emma has been struggling to put that fact behind her ever since. But then, only after she’s convinced herself that she’s moved on and that her new life is enough, Killian Jones comes back.

A Captain Swan Modern AU

***Brief mentions of past physical and emotional abuse and alcohol abuse. Brief mentions of death/loss/grief.***

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She didn’t mean to fall asleep, but when she stirs at the feeling of soft lips pressing damp kisses down her spine, meeting each vertebrae as his fingers tickle against her ribs, she realizes she hasn’t slept this soundly in years. He murmurs, “good morning,” against her skin and she groans in response. 

 “More sleep,” she whines into the plush pillow. 

 “What time do you need to pick up Henry?” 

 She presses up onto her elbows with a start, frantically looking around the room for some indication as to what time it is. “12:30,” she tells him, looking back with wide, anxious eyes. 

 He smiles and says, “worry not, love. It’s only just after 10.” He slides up along her body until he can lie beside her and smooth out her hair, kissing her nose gently. “I just wanted to make sure you’d have enough time.”

 Breathing out a sigh of relief, she nods and collapses back down on the bed, her face pressed into the pillow. She isn’t sure when they ended up beneath the blankets, but she fell asleep so quickly that she’s sure he could’ve easily moved her without her noticing. “Okay,” she sighs. “Thank you.”

 “For what?” he asks with a smirk, and she returns it in kind, rolling onto her side so that she’s facing him and able to see the brilliance in his eyes. 

 “A few things, I guess,” she starts. “Waking me up, making me come so hard that I basically passed out… loving me…” She trails off but can easily see that her point is well taken. 

 He’s silent for a beat, appearing to be entranced by her words as he gently traces his fingers along her temple and down her cheek, across her neck until he reaches her shoulder and cups it with his hand. “I know we said that we would talk about this later, but… Well, I don’t intend to let you go again, Emma.” 

She feels tears pricking at the backs of her eyes and she blinks hard, trying to hold them in. But for the second time today, she isn’t crying because she’s scared or in pain or hopelessly depressed. It’s because she believes him. She trusts him and knows that he means what he says wholeheartedly. 

 So she curls further onto her side, snuggling close to him and pressing her bare body to his as he wraps his arms around her and holds her in a warm, comforting embrace. She isn’t sure what she can say about the position they’ve found themselves in. It’s not as if she can leave her husband now, despite how she might want to, because she knows what he’s capable of. She thinks that now that they’ve had the conversation about Henry, he’s even more likely to use that against her and keep him from her if she were to try and leave him. And no matter how she feels about Walsh or Killian or even herself, Henry will always be her first priority. 

 Killian seems to be able to read her shift in mood, so he gently suggests, “let me make you breakfast. If the way your stomach was screaming in your sleep is any indication, I’d assume you haven’t eaten yet today.” 

 She sighs, laughing just a bit, and nods against his chest, feeling his coarse hair tickling her cheek. “Don’t you have to go to work?”

 “Not until 1.”

 With a contented hum, she smiles up at him and playfully says, “plenty of time to get your story straight. Ruby warned me that she’d be bothering you all night for details.” 

 “Details… bloody hell, woman, tell me you didn’t go to Ruby for my address.” 

 She giggles as his fingers brush along her waist, trailing from her hip to her ribs and back down again. “I needed the damn train!” 

 “Aye, the damn train,” he says with feigned irritation as he kisses the tip of her nose. “Heaven forbid the lad is without his train for a few hours,” he jokes.

 “I didn’t want to go home,” she says with more honesty and seriousness, a blush creeping up her cheeks and down her chest. “And once I had an excuse to see you, well…” 

 He hums thoughtfully and kisses her softly. “I know what you mean.”

 “I guess I didn’t expect our meeting to end like this, not that I'm complaining.”

 He laughs against her mouth and nods before murmuring, “let me make you breakfast, aye?” 

 With a nod and a happy sigh, and asks, “can I use your shower quick? I’d rather not smell like sex when I pick up my kid from kindergarten.” 

 Another kiss later, he says, “of course, love. I’d be happy to provide some support in there as well; I know sometimes that temperature valve can be difficult to navigate.”

 She sits up in bed, taking the thin sheet with her to cover her breasts, and turns to face him. “I’m sure it can be. You really did a number on me, too. I’m so exhausted that I might need some help soaping up.” 

 He smirks and raises a brow, watching as she stands and growling as he chases her into the bathroom. 

 ~~~~

 She’s glad that it’s the middle of the morning on a Monday, because that means his neighbors hopefully aren’t home and weren’t able to hear the rather noisy shower they took. Surely the sounds coming out of her were traveling through the pipes, but she couldn’t exactly keep quiet while he fucked her against the wall of the shower. 

 She’s also not sure how she’ll go on with her day when he keeps planting kisses to her neck as he stands behind her, holding her hips while she tries her damndest to flip the pancakes before they burn. “You've gotta stop,” she groans, panting as his fingers slide around her front and trace the zipper of her jeans. 

 “But you’re so irresistible,” he murmurs. 

 “I don’t have time to shower again.” 

 He hums against her neck, licking along the sensitive spot just below her ear, and says, “you don't have to leave for an hour.” 

 “Killian…” she giggles. “Grab me a plate.” 

 He does, holding it out for her so that she can place the pancakes on it before he presses a tender kiss on her cheek and says, “thank you, love.” She hums in question and he responds, “I believe I promised you breakfast, and here you are preparing it.” 

 “Well,” she shrugs, taking her own plate and carrying it to his small table. “I am a mother now. Breakfast foods are my specialty. Henry’s particularly fond of scrambied eggies.” 

 “I’m sure they're delicious,” he nods, smiling as he pours syrup over his pancakes and then offers it to her. “He’s quite the character.” 

 With a smile, she says, “my pride and joy. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

 “I can imagine,” he smiles back. He cuts into the pancake with his fork and takes a bite, humming and smiling around them at her. “Is he… is he why you stay?” 

 With a gulp and a bite of her own, if only so that she can avoid answering for a moment longer, she nods. “Walsh doesn’t want much to do with him, but he’s spiteful. He would keep him from me just because he can. He thinks he has to maintain his perfect family image if he has any hopes for reelection” 

 He’s silent for a moment, and she can see the way he bites the inside of his cheek to try and keep quiet. “Aye,” he finally says. “I suppose there isn’t much I can say about staying with someone who isn’t good for you.” 

 She’s surprised that he’s bringing this up, but supposes it had to be addressed at some point. “In your case, it was going back to that person.” 

 “I didn’t feel I had much of a choice.” 

 “I know. I wanted you to stay and you didn’t want to hear it. It’s okay.” 

 “I heard you, love,” he argues. “I just… I had to go.” 

 “Then how can you say you heard me?” She takes another bite, trying to remain calm and keep this a discussion rather than an argument. “I wanted you to stay for your own good, Killian. He was abusive to you your whole life; you didn’t owe him anything.” 

 She hasn’t thought about this in detail in years, but is brought back to one of their final conversations easily. “Liam died,” he says by way of explanation, and she nods. It’s impossible to not be empathetic for his loss, but six years ago when he impulsively decided to take his late brother’s place and care for their dying father despite how badly he’d abused his sons, she lost it. 

 “I know. I’m sorry.” 

 “Don’t be.” 

 “What happened to Brennan?” 

 “He died,” he says casually, with little obvious emotion surrounding his father’s death. “Last year. And… well, you were right. I couldn’t handle it; I drank the whole time I was there. I felt sorry for myself-- I had lost Liam, I lost you… I couldn’t handle it.” 

 She puts her fork down and takes his hand, although he refuses to look up from his plate. “Killian, alcoholism runs in your family.” 

 “I know. And after I found out how Liam died… I don't know. I-- I’ll be honest, Swan, I wanted you to come with me so badly; I resented you for not coming.”

 In surprise, she says, “Killian, I couldn't condone what you were doing. I know how much it hurt to know that Liam was drunk driving, when you thought he was your perfect older brother. I know you felt like you had to take his place as the prodigal son. But Brennan abused the two of you your whole lives. I couldn’t let you go back to him after what he’d done to you; he didn’t deserve it and neither did you.” 

 “I know that, looking back.”

 His father must’ve died a slow and painful death if he’d only passed away a year ago. Cirrhosis of the liver is bad enough, and when he refused to stop drinking despite his prognosis, Killian became enraged. He refused to speak to his father, and lashed out at his brother who saw it as his duty to care for the dying man despite years of torturous abuse. She thought he had his head on his shoulders when she found out how angry he was with Liam for caring for their father when he deserved the opposite. 

 But then, Liam died. Killian had no idea that his brother struggled with alcoholism just as his father had, as it was easy to hide from across an ocean. But when he found out that his brother, the man he idolized endlessly, died as a result of driving drunk, he spiraled and became someone she hardly recognized. He began drinking himself, although not quite enough to be concerning, and eventually determined that, in order to do right by his brother, he had to take his place in caring for their father. 

 She couldn’t watch him destroy himself for the man he hated. So she gave him an ultimatum, and he chose his path. 

 He didn’t choose her. 

 “When Liam died, you lost yourself,” she says, explaining her thoughts to herself as much as she is to him. “I wanted to help you find yourself again but you wouldn’t let me. I just couldn’t sit and watch you go back to that life of abuse; even if he was too weak to hit you or burn you with his cigarettes, I’m sure he got on just fine with the verbal abuse.”

 “How is that any different from me letting you go back home to your husband with that bloody bruise on your wrist? I’m sure he isn’t any kinder to you than my father was to me.” he argues, and she's taken aback, her eyes widening. 

 “Don’t throw that in my face,” she returns. “I don’t have a choice just like you thought you didn’t. Only I have a son to think about.” 

 He sighs and finally looks up at her. “I know, I’m sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I just… I don't know. I regret leaving every day, and I have since the moment I boarded that damn plane. The moment I shut the door to our apartment. But sometimes I can't help but think, if I hadn’t, perhaps you wouldn’t have your boy.”

 She nods, and in her refusal of his past suspicions, she says, “I wouldn’t.” 

 “But perhaps you also wouldn’t have your husband.” 

 She nods again. She doesn’t blame him, and she tries not to blame herself either, but he’s right. If he hadn’t left, she wouldn’t have gone out a month later and slept with the first guy who looked at her. So, again, she says more sadly, “I wouldn’t.” 

 “Double edged sword, I suppose.” 

 She smiles sadly and nods. There’s silence between them for a few moments before she considers what they've been through, where he’s been, and asks, “if he died a year ago, what… how did you find me?”

 He shrugs and blushes. “I didn’t mean to, actually. I came back to Boston looking for you and had no such luck. Then one night I ran into Elsa at a bar and she told me you were gone, that you left years ago, right after I did, and… I don't know. Something broke in me and I quit drinking-- for the most part. I decided I had to leave Boston and took the first job I could find, and it happened to be here.” 

 She gives him a small smile and asks, “did you intend to try and win me back?” 

 “Yes, absolutely.” 

 His serious tone in response to her joking one is surprising, but she knows he’s telling the truth. She knows he would've been successful, too, if she’d been single when they met again. Hell, he’s successful now.

 “I can’t leave him yet, Killian. I want to, but it’s not… I need to put Henry first.” 

 “I know,” he says sadly. 

 “But that doesn’t mean… I mean…” she sighs. “Just-- I know this is selfish of me to ask of you but, well, I never-- Killian, I never got over you,” she gulps. “I have every intention of leaving him when I can and when I know that it’s safe to do so. And when I do… I mean, I was hoping--”

 “Emma,” he interrupts, taking her hand. “I love you. I told you already, I don't intend to lose you again. I want to build the life with you that we’ve always planned on having. Just… Now, there's a little lad involved, as well.” 

 With tears in her eyes, she meets his and says, “even though he isn’t yours?” 

 “He’s yours. That’s enough for me.” She grins at him and stands, leaning over the table until she meets his lips in a soft, meaningful kiss. “But Emma, love, you’ve got to promise me that you’ll stay safe. If he hurts you again, or if he tries to hurt the boy…” 

 “He won't. He isn’t usually like that, he won't do it again. And he’d have to pay attention to Henry in order to be any threat to him.” 

 “Swan…” 

 “I love you, too.”

 He laughs lightly and kisses her once more. “Of all the ways I imagined us being together again, an extramarital affair wasn’t on the list.” 

 She giggles, cradling his head in her hands, and says, “it’s kinda hot, though.” 

 With a soft scoff and a shake to his head, he rolls his eyes and kisses her chastely before standing up and taking her empty plate. “Come,” he says, “we need to come up with whatever story I’m going to be feeding Ruby all night.”

 ~~~~

 “It’s so beautiful, Emma,” Mary Margaret coos as she shows her photos of the house they’ll be renting in just a few weeks time. “When David suggested we get away, I was just so excited.” 

 “It’s lovely,” she nods, smiling softly up at her sister as she picks at her salad. 

 “Mommy, I need more cheppy.” 

 “Ketchup, bub. Here.” 

 Henry hums happily as he dips his nuggets into the ketchup, making animated sounds as each dinosaur perishes as he takes a bite. 

 “You’ve hardly touched your lunch,” her sister complains after a moment, looking at her nearly full plate in disappointment. “Are you feeling okay?” 

 “I’m fine,” she says back. “I just had a late breakfast.” 

 Mary Margaret screws up her face in surprise and says, “you never eat breakfast.” 

 She shrugs. “Well, today I did.” 

 “What did you have, mommy? Cheeries, like me?”

 “You had Cheerios, my love. I had pancakes.” 

 “Pancakes?! I want pancakes! You never let me have pancakes on a school day!”

 “You must've been in a good mood if you decided to make yourself pancakes.” 

 Emma shoots her sister a discerning look, furrowing her brows, and shrugs. “Maybe I was.” 

 “That’s new,” she says, laughing when Emma tosses her napkin at her. “I’m sorry, but come on,” she laughs. “You’ve been miserable for months. What’s changed?” 

 “Nothing,” she mumbles immediately. “Oh, Henry, I got your train. Here you go.” 

 With wide eyes, he gasps in excitement and snatches it from her, hugging it to his chest. “You found Tommy! Thank you, mommy! Where was he?” 

 “Was Tommy missing?” 

 “Mommy left him in her coat and then she lost it,” he snitches. 

 “Wasn’t that the coat you wore out? You didn’t leave it at the bar, did you?” 

 She lets her jaw hang open just a bit too long before shaking her head and explaining, lying, “no, uh, I was… ya know…” she says, giving her sister a knowing look. “A little out of my head when I got home that night. Forgot where I put it.” 

 Mary Margaret hums and nods her head before saying, “you know, I think I saw the sheriff there that night.”

 Henry gasps again, his gray eyes wider than she’s ever seen them, and asks, “mommy, do you know the sheriff?”

 She gulps again, choking on her breath, and says, “yeah, I do.” 

 “You do?” her sister asks, and she wants to kick her under the table. 

 “Yes, Henry,” she says pointedly. “The sheriff and I are friends. How were your chicken nuggets?” 

 “They’re dinosaur-ies.” 

 “Dinosaurs.” 

 “Yeah.”

 She smiles at him fondly and says, “I love you,” before she can stop the words from slipping past her lips. 

 He smiles back at her and returns, “I love you too, mommy. Are you okay?”

 “I’m fine, baby. I just wanted you to know that I love you.” 

 Based on the way her sister is staring at her, she thinks she may have made a mistake opening her mouth. 

 “Are we going to get Leo?” 

 “Yeah,” she laughs. “Auntie M’s, are we going to go get Leo?” 

 She hums and picks up her plate, grabbing Emma's as well and shaking her head at how much salad is left. “I’m sure we should. Ashley is probably sick of him by now.” 

 ~~~~

 Arriving at the station should feel like any other day, but when he walks in, Ruby smirks at him. And he’s just about had it before he even gets to his office.

 “Morning, sheriff,” she says salaciously, wriggling her brows. 

 “It’s 1 pm.” 

 “Right.” 

 “What?” 

 She shrugs and giggles to herself, looking back at her computer screen with wide eyes and a hidden smile. ”How’s your friend?” 

 “Ruby,” he starts, groaning as he tosses his keys onto his desk, sitting down forcefully and dropping his head onto his forearms. 

 She follows him into his office, despite him desperately hoping she won’t, and places a printed sheet of paper onto his desk. 

 “What’s this?” he asks, picking it up and staring at the sheet that makes no sense. 

 “Something I found while I was bored today. My boss made me work a double.” 

 “Ruby,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Sometimes you just have to work a double. I’m sorry, but when you're the only deputy, it sort of comes with the territory. What did you find?”

 “Yeah, whatever,” she rolls her eyes. “Look at the name on the account.” 

 He looks down at the sheet she’s given him and, at the top corner, sees a name. Walsh Oswald.

 Bloody hell.

 “How’d you get this?”

 She ignores him, giving him a look that tells him that perhaps he doesn’t want to know. “That’s a lot of money,” she remarks obviously, nodding towards the printout. He isn't sure how she got access to his transfer records, but he must admit, he’s impressed, despite the fact that it’s likely inadmissible. Either way, it’s a start.  

 “Aye. Where does it come from?”

 “I don't know. But I have a feeling we should do some police work.” 

~~~~

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[miyuhpapayuh]

Alone Time.

"Well, when's the last time y'all spent some time together?" My best friend asks. I shrug, trying to think about it.

"Honestly, I don't even know! We've been so busy working and we're almost, always so fucking tired." She sighs.

"Girl, y'all gotta fix that!"

"How?"

"I don't know! Wake him up in the middle of the night and sit on his face or something!" I roll my eyes and hold my laughter in.

"Girl, get off my phone!" I hang up before she can and toss my phone on the bed.

"Lord, she is aggravating." I rub my temples and contemplate on what to do for the remainder of my day, since I was off and Tre doesn't get off until eight-thirty.

I decide to take a nap, to make the time pass by quicker, it was currently only four thirty so, hopefully I can stay sleep for a while. I ascend up the stairs, jump into my bed and doze off not too long after.

Four hours later..

I finally wake up, looking over at my clock, seeing that it's fifteen minutes after eight. I get out of bed and head to my bathroom to take a shower.

Once I'm done, I get dressed in a tank top and shorts and head downstairs to make dinner. I put on some music so that I didn't feel completely alone.

Jazmine Sullivan's 'Excuse Me' blasted through the living room as I finish the food. The music was up so loud, I didn't hear the front door open and close. It wasn't until Tre cleared his throat, that I was aware of his presence.

I grab my phone and turn the music down some, turning around to greet him. "Hey, baby."

"Hey, babygirl."

He comes up behind me and snakes his arms around my waist. I giggle as his beard tickles my neck, "I missed you, beautiful." He said, making me blush.

"I missed you too, handsome." I put the plates down and turn to face him, cupping his face and kissing his lips.

Tre grips my hips gently and deepens the kiss. "Baby, are you hungry?" I ask, pulling away from his lips.

"For you." A glint of lust exposes itself in his irises, making the seat of my shorts incredibly wet.

He picks me up and heads into the living room, tossing me onto the sofa. His lips attack mine again, taking my breath away.

"But, baby— I made you dinner." He pulls his jacket over his head and tosses it on the coffee table.

"I appreciate it.... but, I'm tryna eat you right now." His lips find my neck, pulling whimpers from my lips.

I let his rough hands roam my body and bite my lip, gripping his shoulders from the feeling. "I want you in the worst way."

Beginning to toy with the wet spot on my shorts, I arch away from the couch and tighten my grip on his arm. "Don't tease me, baby."

His orbs bore back into mine, while he removes the soaked fabric away from my hips, allowing my glistening folds to come into view.

"Mm, no panties." He drags his index finger up and down my slit, covering it in my nectar. My hips buck from the sensation.

He winks at me, before covering my clit with butterfly kisses. I groan and run my hand over his low fade. His tongue slips into the mix, wrapping around my bud.

"Oou fuck," spreading my legs a little wider, his heavy hands rest on my thighs while he slides his tongue from my tight cove up to my clit, over and over again.

"Yessss," my mouth drops open, letting whimpers and moans run free. I lift my shirt up and squeeze my breasts, adding to the pleasure.

"Feels so good, babyyy!" His lashing grows wild, causing me to lift up and grip the back of his head. He moans against me, sending shocks through my body.

"Just like that, baby...." lifting a hand up to my neck, he squeezes it and continues to devour me.

"I'm gonna cum," I push at his shoulders and arch away from the sofa. His tongue holds my clit hostage, continuously sucking.

"Ohhh fuck! Yesss, just like that!" I grip his head and grind against his lips, jerking through my orgasm.

Moving away from me, he stands up and strips. I lick my lips and stare his very noticeable print.

"It ain't polite to stare, shawty." He smacks my thigh before pushing them back open, sliding back between them.

"Well... it's mine, so I can do what I want with it." His eyebrows raise in amusement. I smirk and tuck my fingers into his briefs and tug them down, feeling his length spring out and touch my thigh.

Wasting no time to slide into me, he places his forehead against mine, watching my face scrunch up from his sudden, but sinful intrusion.

He groans as my walls throb around him. "How long has it been, babe?" He begins to move slowly.

"I — I don't know... too long." I place my hands on his chest and match his movements. He speeds up.

"Sounds like we got some catching up to do, then." He presses his lips against mine and grips the back of my thighs.

I moan into his mouth. He wraps a hand around my neck, making me drip onto him. He pulls away from my lips and bites down on his bottom one, staring down below and watching us become one with each other.

"Sss— feels so good, Tre!" I toss my head back into the pillows and wrap my hand around his wrist. He begins to roll his hips into me, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"Fuck! Just like that— mm!" I reach between us and rub my clit in small circles, adding to the intense pleasure that I'm receiving.

His constant grunts and my moans mix together like a melody. His eyes flicker up to mine, staring straight through me.

"Just like this, huh?" My mouth forms into a permanent 'o' shape. A smug grin appears on his lips as he moves faster.

"Tre..." my eyes fall into the back of my head as he comes in contact with my spot, rubbing against it deliciously. My free hand scratches his chest.

"Wassup mama?" My thighs begin to quiver. I try and close them, but he pries them back open.

"Unh! I'm cummm— I'm cumming!" My back arches away from the couch as I rain down on him. I try and scoot away, but he follows and pins me to the cushion.

"You tryna run away from me?" He licks his lips and glares down at me. Still coming down from my orgasmic high, I search words that my mouth can't form.

Tre smirks before pulling me up from the couch and carrying me to our room, tossing me onto the bed.

"On your knees, babygirl." I get on my knees and arch my back, sticking my ass high in the air. His hand comes down it, sending a stinging sensation through me, but also making me wet.

He pulls me to the edge of the bed and glides back into me, picking up where he left off; slamming into me.

I grip the sheets into my hands, while his hand finds my neck again, squeezing harder. I scream out, feeling him immediately curve to my spot.

"Ohhh shit!" He leans down and presses his body into mine, keeping the same crazed pace.

"Too much? Huh? You want me to stop?" His husky tone makes me clench around him.

"No! Keep.... keep going!" Diving deeper into me, he begins thrusting into me so hard it makes my brain rattle around a little.

"Fuuuuuck! Oh my God, babyyy!" My body starts jerking from how rough he's being, sending me into a different realm of pleasure.

"Feels good?" His voice booms from behind me. I frantically nod, unable to speak through my moaning fit.

"Shhhh—" his heavy hand cracks down on my ass again... and again... and again.

"Answer me, baby." I reach back and grab his hip, pulling him as close to me as humanly possible. My eyes roll back.

"Yesss! It feels so damn good..... so damn good...." I hunch forward and dig my nails into his skin as another orgasm rips through me, this one much more intense than the last.

"Fuck... you love me?" He pulls me against his chest, pressing wet kisses on my neck. I heave a euphoric sigh.

"Mmm... you know I do."

"I wanna hear you say it... tell me you love me." His heavy, slow thrusts drive me up a wall.

"I— I love you... oh my goodness! I love youuu!" I reach back and caress the side of his face, while he continues to attack my neck.

"I love you, too— shit.... you feel so good, babygirl." My body shakes as another knot forms inside of me, his words only intensify the feeling.

"I'm gonna cum.... I'm gonna cum so hard!" My body convulses as jolts of pleasure start at the top of my head and travel all the way to my toes.

"Ohhh fuck— h-oh fuck—" I grip the sheets in front of me and let out a broken yelp that replays itself, until my throat goes dry.

Tre stiffens behind me and fills me with his warmth. He growls into my neck and pulls me closer to him.

"Shit.... we ain't went at it like that in a minute." Ending our connection, I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling. He crawls on top of me and lays his head on my chest.

"I know. We both needed that, huh?" A smirk makes its way onto my lips. He picks his head up and mimics my expression.

"Hell yeah! Fuck dinner, I'm immobile for the rest of the night."

"Ah shit! I put it down, huh?" I roll my eyes.

"You know you did, babe. I ain't have to tell you that." He chuckles, placing kisses on my left collarbone.

"I like when you say it, though."

"Hush, before you get me started again."

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Chop It Like It’s Hot

Chapter 6: I’ve Got a Bad Queso Loving You

Pining. Food that may or may not be a disaster. The end of an era.

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  It was weird, walking into the studio by himself for the first time. Finn kept expecting Logan to be right by his side like always and it hurt a little every time Finn remembered. He walked into the kitchens where he was greeted by a sunny smile and kind eyes and dimples.

He still missed Logan, but it was hard to mope with Leo Knut around.

“Hey,” Leo greeted, motioning for Finn to join him at the station. “Welcome to the final four.”

“Thanks. It feels weird here.”

Leo hummed. “Quiet, right?”

“Definitely less hectic.” Finn agreed, leaning his hip against the counter. “So what are we cooking today?”

“Well, why don’t you tell me? We’re cooking for someone special to you. I’m assuming that’s Logan, right?” At Finn’s nod a strange, unreadable expression flashed across Leo’s face before he continued. “Okay, so what types of food do you think of when you think of him?”

Finn thought about it, then smiled. “Our first date – after years and years of being friends and crushing on each other but refusing to do anything about it – was at a Mexican restaurant. We were on a roadie and went to go get dinner together and I was so frustrated at this point that I kind of just blurted, ‘Is this a date?’” Finn laughed a little at the memory. “And Lo, he just stared at me with those big green eyes of his for a moment and said, ‘I sure hope so.’ And that was it. No more drama, no more fuss. Just those two sentences – that was all we needed.”

The look from earlier was back on Leo’s face. Finn still didn’t know what it meant.

“I think we can definitely work with that.” He said finally. “How about we elevate a Mexican dish? Something to be meaningful but to also showcase your cooking? I've got a few recipes in mind. What about grilled citrus-marinated chicken?”

Finn wrinkled his nose and shook his head.

“Alright. Pulled pork tamales with corn salsa? Polenta stacks? Chipotle Mahi Mahi burrito bowl?”

“Oh!” Finn said excitedly. “I like that one. Logan calls me Fish sometimes.”

Leo laughed. “Why?”

“Nicknames are kind of a thing in hockey. It’s considered weird if you don’t have one. I’m Harzy, Harz, Fish, and probably a few more that I’m forgetting.”

“And Logan?”

“He’s Tremz or Tremzy, usually.” He looked over at the blond, propping his chin in his hand and smiling. “You want a nickname?”

“Oh, god. With a last name like Knut, I’m sure you’ll have plenty to go off of.” He laughed, turning to head towards the pantry. Finn followed after him like the love-struck puppy he was.

“Nut. Nutty. Peanut. Peanut butter. Nutter Butter. Honey bunches of nut – “

“How have you already come up with so many?” Leo stretched to grab a bowl off the top shelf, his t-shirt shifting up to reveal pale skin Finn desperately wanted to reach out and touch.

“I’m a professional hockey player.”

“Fair enough. Can you head to the spices and grab smoked paprika, chili powder, cumin, salt, pepper and onion powder?”

Finn grabbed the ingredients and met Leo back at the station. “Ready to get started? You’ll get the printed recipe and you can take as many notes as you want now and use them tonight.”

Finn clicked his pen in response, earning another smile. “Let’s do this.”

“So we’re going to combine olive oil, chipotle chiles, garlic, smoked paprika, chili powder, cumin, salt, pepper and onion powder into a bowl and whisk it really good. Then you can add the mahi mahi and toss it in there. Next we’re going to place it in the fridge while we start the rice.” Leo covered the bowl and set it in the fridge before reaching for a pot and turning the stove on.

“Add coconut milk and some coconut water to a pot and bring it to a low boil before adding rice, salt, unsweetened coconut and coconut oil. Stir to combine, then place the lid on the pot and turn the heat down to the lowest setting possible. Following so far?”

Finn nodded, definitely feeling a little overwhelmed.

Leo gave him a reassuring smile. “You got this. Next, let the rice to cook for ten minutes then turn the heat off completely. Let the rice sit on the stove, covered for another 20 minutes, then remove the lid and fluff the rice with a fork. Add the cilantro and lime juice – “

“No cilantro.”

Leo looked up from his pot. “What?”

“No cilantro.” Finn repeated. “Lo doesn’t like cilantro.”

“Got it. No cilantro. I think we’ve got enough seasoning without it.” Leo grabbed another bowl and pushed some ingredients towards him on the counter.

“Now we’re going to make the salsa. Add the diced mango, chopped strawberries, jalapeño, lime juice, pinch of cayenne and a pinch of salt to a bowl. Toss it, cover it, and keep it in the fridge until ready to serve. Now we’re going to cook that fish.” Leo grabbed the fish out of the fridge and sent him a sly look. “Hopefully this doesn’t count as cannibalism.”

Finn laughed loudly. “Oh man, wait until Logan hears that.”

Leo fiddled with the settings on the grill, which made Finn a little nervous. As seen in the build your own burger competition, he wasn’t the best with grills. He’d scared away all the ducks with how loud he screamed when he turned the grill on too high and flames erupted from it.

“You’re going to want a medium heat to cook this fish. Once the grill is nice and hot, add the mahi mahi, skin side facing up. Cook these for about 4-5 minutes and then flip them and cook until they’re crisp and mostly cooked through. This is super important: remove the skin.  We’re going to be cutting this fish into chunks and having pieces of fish skin in there would be really gross.

“Last thing is to plate these. All you’re going to do is divide the rice among your tortilla bowls and add the lettuce, black beans, and corn. Divide up the fish and then top each bowl with salsa, queso, and a dollop of sour cream. And you’re done!” Leo looked over at Finn, who was still writing notes. “Not so bad, right?”

Finn gave him a blank stare, then ran a hand through his hair nervously. “Go over it again one more time?”

“Sure.” Leo pushed one of the plates over to Finn. “Want to try some first?”

“Fuck yes.”

***

Logan stood in the studio hallway yet again, waiting with the rest of the families the final four contestants were cooking for tonight. It was going to be weird, being on the opposite side of the judging table. But at least he wasn’t cooking.

They finally got the cue to enter the kitchen and his eyes immediately found Finn, who was grinning madly and running right at him – whether he was allowed to or not. Logan laughed as Finn collided with him, hugging him close. “You just saw me this morning.”

“Yeah, but I missed you.”

Logan melted a little at that and kissed him softly on the cheek. “Did you have a good day?”

Finn whined, shooting a longing look over at Leo. “Lo, you would not believe – “

“Please head back to your stations, recruits!” Dorcas called.

“Gotta go.” Finn sighed, taking a step back. Logan gave his hand a squeeze.

“You’ve got this.”

“Recruits, tonight you’ll be creating dishes for your loved ones. And your team leaders, of course. You can use any notes you’ve taken. You have an hour to complete this task and your time starts… now!”

Logan took his seat at the judges table (weird) and watched as Finn dashed off to the pantry. He made small talk with the other family members as time began to tick down much slower than he remembered from his time on the show. He turned his head when Leo sat down next to him and smiled almost nervously.

“I hope you’re not too mad at me for last week.”

“Nah,” Logan said with a shrug, doing everything he could think of to slow his heartrate down. “I deserved it. I served you guys raw pizza dough.”

“Only because I suggested you start over.”

Logan laughed incredulously. “Because my pizza wasn’t a pizza! Seriously, don’t worry about it.” He looked over at Finn, who was shying away from the grill as he threw the fish on it. “I’m glad he made it instead of me. He’s been so excited to be on this show.”

“He’s really improved a lot. You both did.”

“I’m still not sure I trust either of us in the kitchen.”

“Baby steps.” Leo said with a smile. “You’re more capable than you think.”

He glanced at the clock and let his voice carry to the contestants. “One minute left, recruits!”

Finn glanced up from his plating, cursed, and started working faster.

“Five, four, three, two, one, time’s up! Stop what you’re doing and step away from your plates!”

“I can see why you like this so much.” Logan said, eyes still on Finn as he looked down at his plates critically. “You get to sit here, no stress, and eat people’s food. This is the dream.”

“Not on this show. You should’ve tried some of the earlier dishes this season. I got food poisoning twice.”

“You did what?”

“It might’ve been three times if I’d eaten that chicken you tried to serve in the first challenge.” Leo teased.

“Why isn’t giving a chef food poisoning an immediate elimination?”

“Because then we’d have very few recruits left, and that would be a very short season.”

Finn set down his plates, smiling nervously. Logan looked down and smiled softly. “Mexican food.”

“No cilantro, just how you like it.”

God, Logan didn’t deserve him.

“Let’s see how this tastes.” Leo said, looking down at his plate. “The presentation is really nice.”

They both took bites of their food. The fish was dry, but Logan thought the rest of it was really good.

“It’s under-seasoned a little bit,” Leo commented. “And the fish is a little dry, but your salsa is perfect and the ratios of everything else in the bowl is very nice.”

Logan grinned up at Finn. “I definitely wouldn’t be opposed to you bringing this recipe home.”

“We need move on to the next contestant. Nice job, Finn.”

Finn beamed and grabbed his plates back.

***

“And the chef who will be leaving us tonight is…” Logan held Finn’s hand and waited for Leo to finish.

“Finn. I’m sorry, your time as a recruit is over. Please turn in your apron.”

Finn sighed, squeezed Logan’s hand, and stepped forward.

“It was really close, but in the end the under-seasoned and overcooked fish did you in.” Leo said, looking apologetic. “I’ve really enjoyed having you on the show. You’ve been a joy to teach.”

“Thanks for having me.” Finn said, trying to be cheerful as he handed over his apron. “I had a blast.”

After the cameras stopped rolling, Logan and Finn made sure to find Leo before they left. He was scrubbing down the grill and looked up when he noticed them. “So this is goodbye, huh?”

“Looks like it.” Logan replied, unabashedly staring and trying to memorize everything he could. Was it weird to miss someone when you hadn’t even said goodbye yet? When they were standing right in front of you? 

Finn piped up, “If you’re ever in Gryffindor, look us up. We’d love to see you.”

“Same for when you come to New York for games.” Leo smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Here,” Finn grabbed his phone out of his pocket. “What’s your number? We can send you our team schedule when we get it.”

Finn, you’re a genius.

“That would be great! I, uh, I really liked having y’all on the show. It’d be nice to see each other again.” His cheeks were red again, and Logan had to bite back a whine. He wanted to kiss those red spots so badly.

But this definitely wasn’t the time. There were people everywhere, two of them were probably leaving in the morning, and they didn’t know when they’d see him again. Or if he even liked them back.

Fuck.

Both Logan and Finn had forgotten just how awful the guessing game really was.

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One of Those Days

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, fluff💕!

Turning the ignition of your car off, an exhausted sigh slips from your lips as your eyes close, head falling back on the leather headrest behind you. You spend the next few minutes letting your body relax enjoying the silence before having to step back out into the cold to enter your house. Closing your door, you hear the wild laughters of your three year old and husband from the backyard, prompting you to make a quick detour from how you’d usually get in.

Tottering around in her boots and thick winter coat with small, orange beanie and hood pulled over her head, she tries her best to run from her father, but looks unsteady due to the jacket not really giving her room to move. After a couple steps she stumbles, falling forward but putting out her hands stopping her from landing on her tummy.

“Uh oh!,” she repeats after Chris, who quickly squats by her side cleaning the dirt from her hands. Like the protective big brother he is, Dodger also joins her side nudging his nose to her cheek as if checking on her and returning her laughter.

“You okay bean?,” he asks checking her hands to make sure she didn’t get poked or cut by anything hidden in the dirt. The sight was too cute giving you a much needed laugh after the day you’d experienced.

Inching closer, you catch Chris’ eye giving a small wave as he winks before tapping Willow and pointing in your direction. “Look! Who’s that over there?”

“Mama!!” Wide smile on her face, you meet her halfway lifting her in your arms to shower her face in kisses. In this moment, holding your baby close with her head on your shoulder, you feel so at peace and truly happy to be home, the tears you kept blocked and shoved away all day come to a head.

“Uh oh mama.” Her small hands begin to wipe away your tears making more fall at how sweet she was.

“It’s okay honey I’m fine,” you smile through your sniffling. “Just happy to be home and see you.”

“Alright, I think it’s time we go back inside and get you cleaned up for dinner miss,” Chris states tapping under her chin. “Can you put back your toys?”

With a “tay,” she wiggles down to return her toys scattered along the yard to the bin next to her playhouse while Dodger walks beside her.

“Bad day?”

“Yea.” Pulling you closer, your arms wrap around his sweater covered waist as he leans down sweetly kissing your lips and wiping the remaining tears from your cheeks. Standing in his warmth, your head falls to his chest and eyes close breathing in the leftover cologne still present from the grocery run last weekend.

You didn’t realize how much you just needed to be held until more tears pricked the corners of your eyes making your husband gently rub your back as he softly shushed your cries.

“I got Willow and dinner. You go ahead and try to relax, okay?”

“You have dinner?,” you question looking up to see that dazzling smile as he chuckles.

“I’m heating up leftovers for us and chicken nuggets for bean, but yes I have dinner. Now, you go before I take you myself.”

His lips kiss your temple and hand lightly taps your hip as you both pull away. Crossing through the sliding glass doors into the comfortably heated home, Chris and Willow aren’t too far behind stopping on the patio deck so he can remove her boots and ask if she had fun today, which of course was an ecstatic yes.

After your bath, complete with eucalyptus and lavender soap bringing the perfect amount of bubbles and a couple lit candles on the sink counter, you join your family for a dinner filled with laughs and smiles from them telling you about their day. How they watched movies and played with dolls before going outside to play some more.

“Ready to tell me what happened?,” he asks putting the last of the dishes in the washer before turning to you perched on the counter. You tried to help, but he forbade you from lifting a finger for the rest of the night going as far to even swat your hand away when you still attempted to clear the dishes from the table.

Thus why you were sat on the counter “overseeing” everything.

“I just felt overwhelmed. Like I’m trying my best to get everything done, but it feels like I’m not moving fast enough. Then the person that’s supposed to be helping me really isn’t doing anything and didn’t show up today. So now I’m getting emails asking when stuff will get done, which I don’t know, and feel like everyone’s looking at me like I’m not doing my job.”

“Well first, I’m sorry that you feel that way and today wasn’t the best for you,” he smiles sympathetically with hands caressing your cheeks. “And you’ve been working there for years, so I’m sure your boss and everyone there knows how hard of a worker you are.”

“Hopefully.”

“Maybe you should talk to her and say how that other person isn’t really doing anything? Or talk to the person themselves?”

“You know I hate confrontation,” you groan bringing your hands up to hold his forearms.

“I know, but this is bothering you and you gotta say something for it to get better.”

“I know..”

“Unless you want me to go up there.”

“And do what?,” you ask amused.

“Anything that’ll fix it,” he laughs briefly meeting your lips before you’re both interrupted by your daughter banging her plastic, toy pot on the floor humming a made up tune.

“And I’ll bring Willow as back up just in case.”

“Great plan.” you snort wrapping your arms around his neck and gliding your finger along the hairs at his nape as his hands fall to your thighs.

“Seriously though, you know I’d do anything to make you happy. I hate to see you upset.”

“I know, and as long as you’re there, that’s more than enough.”

“Uggies!” Arms outstretched with a small pout on her lips, Willow’s small footsteps pad up to you and Chris making you both aww as he lifts her to rest on his hip.

“Did you think we’d leave you out of uggies?,” you ask tickling her side to cause an eruption of giggles. All of you hugging closely together, you smile feeling the weight of the day finally leaving your shoulders. Your work was still waiting back in the office, but you chose to bask in the calmness of the moment letting what may come tomorrow wait until then.

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Eret 11 MAY 21

Cat and DSMP Part 1/1

Cat! Goose!

Goose my beloved.

Eret’s streaming very late for me again. So I’m not staying the whole time.

Hello Elaina. Enjoy Goose.

Fundy! Kinda...

Fundy hearing the donations. LOL.

Fundy enters a stream and it starts to scuffed. Scuffed just follows Fundy wherever he goes.

A wild my beloved on the cube.

The Drista stairs.

Wait what. Why is the tower gone?

I have missed some lore.

Ah... it’s part of the nightmare thing.

Eret offering Fundy housing like a good almost adoptive parent.

Sneeze? OH WOW SNEEZE.

Sounds like Fundy about lost a lung. Good gracious.

The bargaining between these two.

Cat, Handsome, said cube was massive

You know what that works.

It’s hard to keep the audio right for Eret’s stream for my headphones. It’s either too quiet or the loudest my headphones can go and my family can hear it.

On stream explosions. Noice.

Wow youtooz. Not super cool. Permission is usually a good thing.

Eret keeps on sizzling.

Getting dirt for scaffolding. Going old fashioned Minecraft for this.

“Why is the Cube kinda hot” cue Eret losing faith in her chats sanity.

Cube go poof.

Oh. Red stone. That’s dangerous.

I like this song. Oh klahoma. Gorgeous song.

Love joy is such a fun band. I want to make a plushy of the cat.

It’s kinda sad that Eret can’t see themselves the way chat and their little fandom sees them. Most all of us think they look fabulous.

Not Arson. Just bombing. A bit of anarchy by the king.

Demolition. Now there’s the word.

Controlled ish demolition.

Ah I’ve almost saved enough channel points for water. Nice. I’m not going to redeem it I’m just going to keep hoarding the points.

Flame Arrow. Nice.

Eret cleaning up the SMP eye sours.

Watch me attempt to sleep to Eret here in an hour or so, but keep getting distracted.

Explosion time.

Someone get ready to clip it.

Bye Bye Cube. Let’s go.

Gotta get a song that fits the vibe.

Hayloft. Time to go poof.

Turning up my brightness just to watch this explosion in the best way possible.

Still wearing the red dress I see.

I hope the music isn’t too loud to get this part muted.

Drum roll...

Drum roll continues...

Drum roll still going...

THERE GOES THE CUBE!

That was so smooth and good looking!

Overall a very good explosion.

Just a little bit of a hole in the other building.

Twitch Pr-

Poor being’s so confused with his hair. Someone help them.

Twitch bleep.

Everyone attempting to give hair styling advice. Everyone’s trying to help the being.

That bird is majestic. I remember seeing that tiktok.

Animals just decided Eret was the animal whisperer.

Yes! Disney Princess Eret fanart! Someone make it, I shall reblog all of it.

Likes to hug cute animals and cute animals like being hugged by her. Nice.

It’s alright. Names are difficult. I have to like put name tags on people to learn who they are. That or name tags on their space (like on campers bunks and door decs on dorms)

It does feel very February. But I’m very ready for summer because that means I get to do my favorite job.

Hooray. I hit 15k points.

Eret trying to prove to us a ponytail won’t work. Like we aren’t going to hype them up no matter what.

Gotta heart in the chat. All Eret’s chat does is hearts and encourage. It’s a lovely place.

Oh Eret forgot his cat ear sub goal. It’s alright I know I forgot.

Pride is next month. Nice.

Oh. We’re almost halfway already. Why does the world spin so quickly?

We forgot a dirt tower. Whoops.

I would wear Eret merch. I like it when people release merch around Christmas. Then I can ask for it as a gift.

Oh it wasn’t a dirt tower.

Just looking at Elaina’s stream in the stream selection screen it like very cozy.

All the way up the Drista stairs.

Look it’s the museum!

Eret’s got most of the builds around there. The museum. The fortress. Nice.

Some things are too historical to remove. Somethings are historical because they are being removed.

Oh no. L’sandburg.

It’s taking over the summer home.

Ah the lore is coming. It just seemed to be too early.

Hello unofficial ranboo Raiders.

Foolish making the awesome tall thingy!

Foolish’s builds are so neat. I want to watch Foolish’s streams more. Maybe just in the background but I start wanting to delayed liveblog and that requires attention.

Oh the giant portal turned out well. Sorry that was the lady’s foolish stream I watched.

Shulkers. The forbidden mob.

Eret with just a pit in the desert filled with llamas. Bones. And discus.

The mansion has been finished?

Alright is better than bad. It’s alright to be alright.

Lucky being not getting tired. I got the Johnson and Johnson vaccine and I was so so tired. I also had just no appetite.

Eret doing an smp tour. And looking at foolish’s builds.

Flickering the switch on the rainbow beacons.

Eret just knowing where everything is.

Kinoko is super pretty. Just for the aesthetic value of the kingdom I appreciate it.

Yeet. Just defenestrated himself out the window.

Oh? Spectator fly over the smp?

That would be really neat to like. Watch in VR. I think I’ve only used VR maybe twice.

Pretty Rainbow beacons.

The nurse who gave me my vaccine hid the needle from me because I mentioned to her that I was afraid of needles. It wasn’t a big deal at all.

30 minutes till I attempt sleep. Woo.

Goose my beloved. Someone make the gif because I’m not quite sure how to make it.

Oh yeah. Goose in Marvel. I hear MCU and think Minecraft cinematic universe. Not marvel.

Ghibli is so nice. It really romanticize small moments of life.

Yeah the characters are all really supportive in Ghibli movies.

Someone subbed for nine months “that’s enough to make a child” -Eret

That mansion is like a maze. I’m so lost already.

Everyone encouraging Eret and telling her she looks pretty. Good.

Eret needs all the hype and encouragement.

Antarctic empties flag. Yeah it does have a similar color pallet.

Michelle! Hello!

Fortress work. Nice.

Do it. I’ll listen the Eret play other games.

I don’t usually watch game play for non Minecraft games. But I’ll listen to it all.

Hbomb and Eret living in the same city feels like two worlds that shouldn’t meet. But it’s awesome that they have.

TOS means against twitches terms of service. Nice. Glad to finally have an explanation of what that means.

Look at our handsome and pretty streamer. All the hype.

I keep turning down the stream to hear the show my mama has on because I’m curious about what happens.

Yeah. Backseat gaming can be annoying. That’s part of why I share my thoughts here just in case I do start backseat gaming.

Almost to the sub goal. Hooray!

Ooo food.

No no. I see where they are coming from. Eret does give a bit of cat bus vibes. I can’t explain it but the vibes are there.

Creeper causing issues at the fortress.

Ed Sheepran my beloved.

I should draw more ferrets. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I’ll draw us doing stuffs.

Actually I kinda want to make a little animatic of some heels walking across the screen followed by a hoard of ferrets. I think it’ll look cool. But I need the artistic ability and the ability to not scream making that.

Woop. Ad time. Off to the void of where ever the ads game me.

OH THE NEW VOID LOOKS COOL!

Bread. Flowers. Ted. Crown. And of course Eret.

We V O I D and get our streamer bits.

Hush the chat is V O I D and the occasional emoji or emote.

The void being centered looks good. Maybe that’s just the symmetry speaking but it’s good.

Oh. We hear the being. The being in void mode. And spooky mode.

Chat just starts yelling corpse.

Hydration. I try to stay hydrated. But I fail often if I’m not doing something active.

Tree!

Casually makes and snags tree.

Eret does read chat often. It’s strange. And it is weird how often it ends up being you.

You can tell I’m a tumblr peep. I may say stuff in chat but I’m fully not expecting or wanting to be noticed by the streamer.

Others hitting darkness o’clock and saying goodnight.

It’s sleep to the stream hours y’all. Whoop.

I need to visit the parks out west. I’ve only really seen the eastern US ones. But I have been to the Great Smokey Mountain park which is gorgeous.

Eret thinking of his friends triggers when naming his cat.

Eret’s builds are so casually pretty. Not like Foolish’s which are intricately pretty. Not like Phil’s or Sam’s which are complicated pretty. All pretty. Just different breeds of pretty.

Alrighty. It’s sleepy hours for me. As much as I love Eret I want to read some fanfiction and daydream a bit before I head to sleep.

Have a good rest everyone and may all your coming meals be delicious.

Wait no is it our turn with goose?

OUR TURN WITH GOOSE!

Eret honey that’s the ceiling.

Cat stream. Cat stream.

Sleepy kitty. A cat cam would be good.

Yeah. That happens with cats. Especially strays.

Goose captured the computer mouse.

Goose straight up chose Eret and Elaina.

Goose really just chose not to leave.

Oh my stream connection is acting sad. But I want Goose content.

I want to draw Goose now.

Maybe I’ll do water color for Goose. I know I tried to do that with Boots (Fundy’s cat)

Hopefully there will be some Goose face screenshots I can see. Maybe I can see him well in the Tiktok.

Artists just violently refusing payment. Sounds about right. The MCYT artists just kinda go “yeah give credit and we cool”

Cowboy cat. Nice.

I want to paint Goose in the cowboy hat.

Hype train! That we are zooming.

Bucket sponge?

WATER BUCKET FROM WET SPONGE! Tiktok people giving all the cool info.

Go Goose. Catch the computer mouse and the screen mouse.

Just sitting here at 11:30 at night getting screen shots of Goose for painting purposes.

Goose please. Look at the camera babe.

My phone is dying. And I can’t charge it and type.

Alright the camera is off the cat. The cat is also blocking the screen.

But no cat on camera means I’m getting some sleep. If I do any of the projects I’ve mentioned I’ll let y’all know.

Have a good rest everyone.

[eevee-eclair]

Stay

Written by Eevee

Things to look out for: abuse, crying, forcing someone to tell you information, kidnapping, starving mention, unsympathetic!Patton, a small sexual joke (maybe 2), panic attack mention, hallucinations mention, (tell me if I missed one)

Random side note: This fic was made for @cherry-dork! Based loosely off this post (yes I know it’s been done before, I’m sorry). It’s kinda bad, but I had fun writing it!

Taglist: @poppin-pan @youremotionallystablefriend (sorry for not tagging the last few)

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Logan gasped for air as the bag over his head was removed. “Wha..? Where are am I?!” He panicked, looking around. He saw Remus and Janus and frowned, immediately calming down. “Oh, it’s just you two.”

Janus crossed his arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Remus frowned. “Yeah! You were fun when you were scared!” He cried.

Logan scoffed and pulled at the ropes that tied him to the chair, hoping to get back to the light side quickly so he wouldn’t get in trouble for being gone. “I’m just saying I’m not shocked you two are behind this,” he explained.

Remus gasped dramatically. “I’m the Duke!” He screeched. “I’m not predictable!” He spat the word like it was poison.

Logan sighed. “Can you just let me go? I have to get back before Patton finds out I’m gone,” he said, trying to stay calm.

He wasn’t afraid of the dark sides—in fact, he liked them a lot—but if Patton found out he was gone, he’d be in big trouble. He bit back a whimper at the thought of the last time he came home late.

“No,” Janus said. “We’re gonna have some fun with you, first.”

Remus nodded. “Yeah! What’s you opinion on Monopoly?”

Logan blinked. “It’s... one of my favorites...” he said cautiously.

Remus smiled and ran to get the game while Janus untied him. “Good. It gets boring with only two people,” he told him.

Logan nodded. He had been expecting some sort of torture, if he was honest, not a board game. I mean, that’s what Patton would do if he managed to catch a dark side so why would they treat him any different?

Remus came back with the game and slammed it down. “I call the dog!”

Janus smirked. “I’m the hat. Logan?”

Logan thought for a second before picking up the car and placing it on ‘Go’. “I’m ready,” he said.

———

Janus cursed colorfully and flipped the board. “Game over! I quit!”

Remus howled with laughter as pieces scattered everywhere. Logan was trying not to laugh as well, afraid that if he did, he’d be in trouble. He was still their captive after all.

Logan screamed a little as he was thrown back into the chair and tied back up. “Really?”

Remus nodded. “Well duh! Can’t have you running off, can we?”

Logan huffed. “I’m not going to run away.”

“Lie!” Janus called from the other room.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Don’t lie to us. I’ll be back in an hour with food,” he said, walking away. “If you need me, yell. The walls are pretty thin.”

Logan flinched as the door slammed shut. The last thing he wanted was to be alone with his thoughts and here he was, stuck in a quiet room tied to a chair with no escape.

He started to panic about what Patton might do to him when he got home. Would he keep him from sleeping? Would he force Virgil to spiral him into a panic attack? Would he have Roman make him hallucinate? Would he feed him poisoned cookies and watch him die over and over again until Thomas needed him? And god knows when that time would come...

He forced himself to calm down. He decided that if he wasn’t going anywhere and food was on the way, he’d catch up on some well needed sleep incase Patton forced him to stay awake for days at a time. He was out before you could say ‘falsehood’.

———

Remus kicked down the door, a sandwich in one hand and a glass of water in the other. “Oh, Logie!~ I brought food!” He announced.

Logan jerked awake. “O-oh! Hello, Remus,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Remus sat down in front of him and placed the sandwich in Logan’s lap so he could untie him. “Hi! Hope you like ham!” He said, rubbing Logan’s wrists to help with blood flow.

Logan nodded. “I do.”

Remus smiled and handed him the sandwich. “Then eat up! But don’t choke. Jannie is making cookies for us later!” He told him, sitting down next to him.

Logan flinched at the word ‘cookies’. “I-I think I’ll pass on the sweets. I should probably watch what I eat anyway,” he said, setting the sandwich down. If Patton knew he was eating without permission he’d be starved for weeks.

Remus frowned. “Lolo, you’re thinner than a cheaply made condom. Please eat the sandwich,” he said.

Logan shook his head. “I’m not hungry, anyway...”

Remus stood up and picked up the sandwich. “Okay... If you won’t eat, then drink,” he demanded, shoving the water in his face.

Logan sighed and chugged the glass, upset it was empty so soon. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a proper drink of water. “Happy?”

Remus nodded. “Very, thank you,” he said, walking out.

Logan held his own until he left. When he did, he immediately started to untie his legs since Remus didn’t tie his hands back. He had to get home fast. He finally stood up but fell right back down. His legs had fallen asleep and were basically useless.

Someone behind him tisked and picked him up and dropped him back in the chair. “Now now, we aren’t finished with you yet,” Janus threatened, tying him back up.

Logan held back tears. “Please! I have to get home before Patton finds me gone!” He cried.

Remus laughed. “Why? So Daddy doesn’t spank you?” He teased.

Logan nodded. “Or worse! Please! If I leave now I can be back before dinner!”

Remus faltered. “What? What do you mean ‘or worse’?” He asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” Logan said, knowing he messed up big time by letting that slip. “I gotta get home!”

Janus shook his head. “Logan, what do you mean ‘or worse’?” He asked again. When Logan stayed quiet he flashed his fangs. “Tell me Logan, or I’ll make you,” he threatened. He didn’t want to, but he’d do it if he had to.

Among sensing when someone lies, Janus had what Remus called ‘truth serum’ in his fangs in place of venom like a normal snake would have. He’d argue that it isn’t, but when all is said and done that’s basically what it is, so he just goes with it.

Logan shook his head. If Patton found out he leaked light side secrets to the dark sides... he didn’t want to think about it...

Janus sighed. “Logan, please don’t make me do this. Just tell us,” he said, giving him a sad look.

He shook his head again. “I-I can’t tell you. Please don’t hurt me,” he whimpered.

Janus hissed at him, hoping to scare it out. “Tell me!”

Logan started to cry. “N-no.”

Remus jumped in. “Hey hey hey! Don’t cry! Janus and I aren’t gonna hurt you,” he said, wiping his tears away. Janus tried not to react to the lie that came out.

Logan sniffed. “Y-you’re not..?”

“Nope! But you gotta tell us what’s happening. What did you mean by ‘or worse’?” He asked again.

Logan shook his head and looked down at the ground. “I can’t tell you,” he repeated.

Remus sighed. “Then I’m sorry for lying.”

Logan looked up, afraid of what that meant as Janus sunk his fangs into his throat. He tried to scream but nothing came out. He felt something flowing through him but it wasn’t hurting him so it wasn’t poison... Hopefully.

Janus stood up and wiped his mouth. “I’m sorry, Logan. I didn’t want to, but you made me,” he muttered, almost ashamed of himself. “Now tell us, what do you mean by ‘or worse’?”

“If I’m not back soon, Patton will probably starve me for a week,” he said, the words rolling off his tongue with ease. “Th-that’s if I’m lucky,” he added, trying to fight whatever was spilling his guts metaphorically.

Remus and Janus were... shocked to say the least. That would explain why Logan was so thin.

“L-Logan...” Remus began. “I-I... why didn’t you tell us?” He whispered, trying not to cry.

“I didn’t want him or you to hurt me,” he said, tears falling down his cheeks.

Janus started to untie him. “Does he do this to Virgil or Roman?” He asked while the venom was still working.

Logan shook his head. “They don’t do anything wrong. It all falls to me.”

Janus picked him up out of the chair and held him close, also holding back tears. “It’s okay... you’ve done nothing wrong. What else has Patton... done to you?” He hesitantly asked, afraid of what he was about to hear.

Logan tired to cover his mouth but it didn’t do anything to stop the flow of words. “He’ll beat me if I mess up, lock me in my room if I try and interact with you or the others, ‘forget’ to feed me if I disobey him, force me to stay awake if I’m behind on work, and sometimes he’ll make Roman force hallucinations on me or make Virgil throw me into a panic attack for fun.”

The room was dead silent for what felt like hours, only broken by the sound of silent sobbing.

“L-Lo?”

Logan turned his head to Remus, expecting the worst. “Y-yeah?”

Remus ran forward and hugged him too. “You’re never going back there!” He yelled. “If they won’t love you, we will!”

Logan tried to tell him it was all a lie—he was joking, even!—but nothing came out. Whatever Janus put in him only let him talk if spoken to and tell the truth.

Janus sunk them out to his bedroom where he laid them all in the bed. “Is this okay, Logan?”

Logan nodded. “Yes.”

He smiled and put him in the middle, sandwiched between him and Remus. “You’re safe now, rest,” he said, running his fingers through his hair.

Logan nodded again and slowly fell asleep. “Thank you,” he whispered before he closed his eyes.

Remus smiled and hugged him. “You’re welcome,” he whispered back.

When they wake up, Remus would make sure Logan was comfortable in their run-down part of the mind while Janus tore Patton a new one for the way he treated Logan. But for now, they’d enjoy each other’s company while it lasted.

~~~

Maybe I’ll do a part two where Patton comes for Logan, idk. This was fun though, thank you Cherry for the request!

[marvelfansince08love]

The Pleasure is all Mine - Chapter 6

Word count: 4250

Pairing: Lou Miller x Female!Reader 

Warning: Angsty as fuuuck - I apologise in advance lmao.

A/N: Sorry for the slow updates... my shift pattern at work as changed so I’ve been working back to back shifts at the hospital, I hope to have my prompt request up in the next two days just before my birthday at the end of the week. Enjoy this chapter.. I had a love/hate relationship with it. 

Fun fact: I listened to ‘Prisoner’, ‘As you are’ and ‘Angel’ by The Weeknd in that order while writing the party scene.. so i feel like they are the songs that were playing at the time. So feel free to listen to those songs while reading if you like!

Thank you @imnotasuperhero you bloody diamond! 

Tags: @waitingfortheendtocome @natasha-danvers @redcrete​ @iamheartless @deadly-darling​ @gaylorrds @smuttty @existentialcrisiscat @saucy-sapphic @veteranwerewolf95​

I do not own this beautiful picture but this is basically how Lou looks in this chapter, so enjoy that image x

Chapter 6 

"Good morning New York City, it's 9am on a sunny saturday -" the ecstatic radio station burst with life, startling me awake. I groan in displeasure as I turn to hit the disturbing box before rolling back over and stretching my tired limbs, my hand brushes against the cool sheets in the empty space beside me making me pout; missing the warmth of Lou wrapped around me in our sleepy state. I hear my phone vibrate on my nightstand making me reach quickly for it, hoping that it's her. My heart flutters, my grin wide making my cheeks ache slightly at the received message.

Good morning beautiful. Waking up this morning without you next to me was dreadful, I miss holding you and watching your nose twitch and your eyelashes flutter as you wake. If waking up in a cold empty bed without you feels this awful I don't ever wanna sleep again - 9.03am 

Good morning to you too, the feeling is definitely mutual. Hopefully we won't have to feel like this soon... say tomorrow night? - 9.04am I reply nervously, hoping I haven't come across as too needy.

Is that a promise? - 9.08 am 

Signed and sealed - 9.10am

I'll be counting down the minutes, baby. Have a lovely day, I'll be thinking of you x - 9.12am

I sigh smitten with this wonderfully charming woman who seems to have my heart racing like no other.

I wish I could wake up every morning with her, I sulk thoughtfully as I begrudgingly leave my bed and head towards the kitchen ready to start the day.

As I continue to make my pancakes; that's not nearly half as good as what Lou makes, a loud knock echoes through my apartment startling me out of my funk. I place the pan onto the side and quickly make my way to the door and open it, revealing Rachel and Luke both with matching cheshire cat grins.

"Well well well, look who slept in her own apartment last night. Oh, but does that mean she's here instead?" Rachel teases while trying to poke her head through the door. I roll my eyes at them playfully before opening the door wider, letting them enter my apartment.

They both rush in and scan the open area in search of a tall blonde goddess making me laugh at the non subtle actions.

"She's not here if you must know. I slept alone last night," I answered with slight disappointment. They both seem to catch on to the tone and smirk wide.

"You wished you hadn't, though. Damn, she must have been good." Luke states, wiggling his eyebrows as Rachel walks towards the kitchen and grabs a bite of my untouched pancakes, chuckling in agreement.

"So I thought we could go shopping and grab a bite to eat before coming back here and starting our movie marathon, maybe order the Chinese later on?" I ask, wanting to change the topic. I got an agreed 'whoop' and an exclaimed 'YES!" from my friends who are far too interested in my breakfast.

Guess I'll add grabbing breakfast while out onto the agenda then I think to myself.

I huff jokingly before telling them to make themselves comfortable while I get changed for the day, already knowing that they always make themselves comfortable in my space.

Once dressed in my high waisted jeans and oversized jumper I make my way over to the two clowns who seem to be messing up my kitchen as they wash up.

"Can you guys ever just come over without making a mess? It's like having two children in the apartment," I laugh at the defensive 'Hey' from the pair before shooing them out of my kitchen and towards the door.

"Come on, I've gotta grab some breakfast considering you both eat mine." I sulk playfully as we make our way out of the apartment and onto the streets of New York.

***

"Alright, but getting kicked out of the store for giving my opinion on that awful flowery dress with those ankle boots was a bit far. If anything, I was helping the poor woman out by stopping her from buying it." Rachel complains while Luke helps carry half of her shopping bags through my apartment, I roll my eyes in slight annoyance already hearing this story three times since being out.

"Rach, we were pretty much finished in there anyway. And "the flower pattern on that dress makes it look like an 80s hippie threw up on you" wasn't very nice," I comment, taking my bags through the apartment towards my room, while they flop onto my sofa, bags still in hand.

I walk back through into the living room and flop down next to them and sigh in relief.

God, I hate and love shopping.

My phone vibrates in my jean pocket and I grin subtly as to not draw attention to the others:

Strawberries or chocolate? - 16.00pm 

Why not both? What's with the weird question? ;) - 16.02pm

Just some useful information to store away for future reference;), I miss you x - 16.04pm

I blush slightly and try to hold back a squeal as I bite gently on my lower lip before pocketing my phone away from potential prying eyes.

"Okay, all that shopping and carrying Miss.fashionista bags around all day is making me hungry, Chinese?" Luke complains, flashing us his emerald green eyes and a pout for good measure making me pout back in mocking sympathy.

"Of course, you big baby. Can't hack shopping with two women." I joke.

"Darling, I've been out of the closet since I walked out of there in my mums six inch stilettos. I can hack shopping with two women," He shoots back, making us all laugh. Rachel grabs her phone from the table in front of us as I grab hold of the menu and recite my usual to her. Once we've ordered, we make our way towards my kitchen to make our crazy cocktails for the afternoon.

Ever since I moved here, it's been a tradition that whenever we all have more than one day off in the week together, we meet up and have a 'friends day/ night gathering'. It all started after Rachel's 'love of her life' decided to run out on her the morning after a drunken night out leaving her crying on my doorstep and a distraught Luke not knowing how to handle a crying female alone. 

We continue to laugh and joke while making terrible margaritas and other alcoholic potions when Harry Styles'  'Adore You' echoes through the kitchen area making us pause as two matching grins face me while I blush under their playful stares.

"Cute," Luke whispers, making me hush them both before removing myself and my phone away from their prying ears.

"Hello you!" I greet with slight flirtation 

"Well if it isn't the voice of my beautiful goddess, I've missed you"

"I've missed you too, you charmer. Do you say that to all of the girls?" I tease, smiling smugly when I hear her laugh loudly.

"You know it's only you baby" she jokes back but the tone of her voice indicates her seriousness, making me smile.

"How was the party planning?" I ask, making my way to my bedroom. 

"It went great actually. We're all pretty set up for later on which is why I'm calling. I forgot to ask yesterday but I got so caught up with everything here I forgot to mention it. I want to informally invite you to Daphne's party tonight, the invite is extended to Rachel and Luke as I know it's your friends night" I smile at that, liking that she remembered.

"I would love to come! I'll double check with them but if there's alcohol involved they're usually up for anything" I joke making us both chuckle.

"Okay great! I'll see you later tonight then?" She says hopefully making my stomach flutter with excitement.

God, it's only been a day and I'm like this I mutter thoughtfully to myself. 

"I'll see you later. It's definitely at your place right?"

"As much as I tried to move it... yes it is," she grumbles all in good nature, I chuckle softly before muttering a goodbye ending the call. Practically skipping my way back to the kitchen where they are both plating up the food that must have just arrived. I excitedly relay the message to my friends, who cheer in response before chatting about what they are going to wear.

Once we have finished our food, Luke and Rachel leave to go and get changed for the party while I fret over my choice of outfit. Deciding that my black dress with off the shoulder straps shows off my curves the best, I slip it on with a pair of black heels. After touching up on my makeup, I curl my hair into loose curls to finish the look.

I really do scrub up well, I think feeling confident with my choice.

My phone lights up with a 'we're here' text from Rachel before I grab my long coat and make my way down the stairs of my apartment building.

***

Lights shine through the warehouse windows with party music blaring through big speakers making the lyrics crystal clear outside, a few party goers chat loudly outside while enjoying a cigarette.

"Oh, my God. I've never been to a celebrity birthday party before!" Luke exclaims, nudging Rachel and pointing towards another movie star that he saw on the big screen one time. I chuckle and shake my head at his starstruck face before looping my arm through his and walking towards the door.

"Luke, Daphne and the rest of them are just like normal regular people relax," I tease while Rachel nods in agreement.

"Yeah, what's so great about Daphne Kluger anyway." Rachel mutters while eyeing a tall tattooed blonde guy standing by the doorway of the entrance, she winks in his direction making him grin back in return. I roll my eyes at her boldness before continuing into the living room area which has been converted into a dance space for the night.

I scan the room searching for a particular blonde with crystal blue eyes but before I can make it further into the room I feel a pair of arms circle around my waist and a light pressure on my shoulder from the chin that's now placed there, soft lips brush gently against my jawline.

"Well, don't you look absolutely stunning. I love the straps on this dress, a lot of access to kiss you more." Her raspy voice sends a shiver down my spine as she places a gentle kiss on my shoulder. I smirk at her forwardness enjoying the feeling of her body against mine. I turn around in her arms to face and gape at her, holding in a groan of pleasure as my eyes scan every inch of her.

No one should look that good in a suit.

She stands in a black suit consisting of a white shirt with a black bowtie that hangs down loosely from under her neck collar. Her blonde hair pulled up in a loose bun leaving her face free, for the first time since meeting her I'm left speechless.

"Oh, dear... it seems I've rendered you speechless. Maybe I should come back once you've regained your senses, hmm?" She mocks with that signature smirk that makes my knees go weak.

"I..um.. you look..."

"Ravishing?" She implies still smirking.

yes

"Amazing was what I was going for... maybe even hot but your cockiness has bumped you down to just amazing," I joke matching her smirk, we stare at each other for a moment appreciating one another when a very loud cough interrupts our staring, making me turn slightly in Lou's arm.

"Well, you must be Lou Miller. I'm Rachel and this is Lucas but he prefers Luke, I see you've been taking up our girls' time lately, you must be really special" She states,  grinning at us both as she holds her hand out for Lou to shake which she happily reaches for while still keeping a secured arm around my waist.

"It's nice to meet you both. Sorry this place is a little crowded, Daphne clearly doesn't understand a small get together" she says, throwing on one of her most charming smiles making Rachel and even Luke giggle. I roll my eyes at their smitten ways.

Guess I'm not the only one that affected by the Miller charm

"Oh leave it out, Miller. You know you like a good party!" Daphne exclaims, stumbling slightly over to us weaving through the crowd of people as Constance and Nine-ball carry over a tray of shots with Rose and Amita trailing behind clearly still sober, ever the responsible two.

"Y/N darling, it's so good to see you again! I'm so glad you could make it!" She slurs, hiccuping in between words occasionally making me chuckle quietly before she pulls me out of Lou's arm and into her own squeezing me tightly. I pat her back gently before muttering "Hey Daphne, it's nice to see you again. Hey guys!" I address the others over Daphne's shoulder who smiles widely and waves while Constance holds up the liquid filled  tray.

"I got shots!" Making everyone cheer even Rose, Daphne let's go of her hold on me and reaches for a glass as Lou steps closer to me and hands me one. We clink our glasses, never taking our eyes off each other before letting the burning liquor trickle down our throats. I cough slightly at the sudden taste before whispering into Lou's ear.

"Where's Tammy and Debbie?" She pulls back long enough for me to see her point upstairs and wiggle her eyebrows at me, making me gasp and giggle at her childish behaviour.

"They'll be down soon though. Tammy's excited to see you again, she can't wait to have someone she can complain to about mine and Debbie's behaviour" she jokes, pouting playfully at me as I cup her cheek and pat it in mocking sympathy.

"Oh, you poor baby. Have you ever thought that maybe she's right to complain about it" I laugh at her offended expression, I notice some of the team looking in our direction not so subtly with small soft smiles while they talk with my friends in our makeshift circle between the bar and dancefloor, clearly enjoying watching me tease their friend.

The night continues on with our back and forth teasing and not to mention the subtle touch of fingertips and the grazed hand over my ass while we spoke with Tammy and Debbie making me scold her softly causing Tammy to laugh and a raised eyebrow and twitch of a smirk from Debbie. Throughout the night I've noticed a particular redhead staring over at us, her expression difficult to read in the dimly lit room as night fell over outside. I brush it off as slight paranoia with being around so many strangers. After a while we both get separated by Lou’s work friends who require her attention at the bar, she frowns in displeasure before I give her a quick kiss on the corner of her mouth and reassure her that I'll be okay. I wandered over to Rachel and Luke who seemed to have departed after the first two rounds of shots at the beginning of the night to go and throw some moves on the dancefloor. Luke catches my eye from the middle of the floor and reaches out his hand for me to take, I giggle as he takes a hold of my hand and twirls me around bringing me close to him before twirling me back out again. Rachel woops next to us, her arm around Daphne's waist making me raise a questioning eyebrow, she blushes and shrugs innocently at me before continuing to dance with her. As Luke twirls me out of his arms again I notice the same red head hovering by the dancefloor however this time she stands next to a tall brunette woman who seems to be whispering into her ear but her eyes never straying from my form. I avert my gaze feeling slightly uncomfortable but become distracted by Luke's ridiculous dancing.

After a while Tammy and Amita join our little duo on the dancefloor, laughing a little at Tammy's 'mum dance'. With all the laughter and alcohol in my system I stagger slightly towards the bathroom needing to pee. The queue is long making me groan and back pedal a little knowing I could always use Lou's en suite if needs be. Before I could fully turn back around a rough hand wraps itself around my bicep making me startle and tense at the unfamiliar touch, I turn to see the same brunette that was standing by the dancefloor with the beautiful redhead earlier.

"If you're looking for Lou, you'll be searching for a while. She kinda pre- occupied" she riddles, her voice hostile as she eyes me, smirking.

"I'm sorry do I know you?" I asked, confused by her behaviour. 

"No, but your girlfriend definitely does" she replies with that stupid smirk still in place. I frown at her childish behaviour wondering exactly how Lou would associate herself with such people.

They certainly aren't like the seven women she usually hangs out with.

"I don't have a girlfriend but if you are referring to Lou I'd appreciate it if you would shut the fuck up when you clearly know nothing" I snap, finally reaching my limit.

Who the hell does she think she is!

She laughs mockingly before replying:

"You got fire behind those eyes kid, she likes that in her women" she mutters standing with her arms crossed as she leans lazily against the wall by the bathroom. I open my mouth to retaliate but is interrupted by Debbie's harsh voice

"I don't recall you being invited, Madison."

Madison's eyes light up with glee and mischief.

"Debbie darling, so nice to see you again. How's Tam Tam?" I look towards Debbie's face, my eyes wide at her stoic expression.

I've never seen her so indifferent before but then again how well do you really know her.

"Get out." She mutters trying to not draw attention to us. Madison rolls her eyes unbothered by Debbie's tone of voice, she pushes away from the wall and brushes harshly past me.

"You might wanna see for yourself. We've all been tangled up in Lou Millers web before. A leopard never changes its spots, dear" she mutters before storming down the hallway and out of the building.

I feel hot tears surface before wiping them away quickly, which doesn't seem to go unnoticed by Debbie who lays a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Don't listen to her, she's a nutcase. She's always wanted Lou" she says quietly while escorting up the stairs and towards Lou's room.

"I'll wait for you out here okay? Go and freshen yourself up, don't show them that you are affected by their words you hear me? Lou really likes you Y/N, ignore the green eyed monsters" and with that she gently pushes me through Lou's doorway and closes it.

Once I've finished up I stand by the bathroom sink and stare at my reflection for a moment taking in my appearance before taking a deep breath and relaxing my shoulders.

I can do this, I reassure myself.

I walk out of the room feeling much better and meet Debbie by the staircase that leads back towards the party, she whispers reassurance in my ear before leaving me with my concerned friends to go and find Tammy.

"Omg Y/N are you okay? Did you get lost in the bathroom or something? Ew, actually I don't want to know what you and Princess Charming have been up to" Rachel says her nose scrunched up at the thought, Daphne giggles loudly next to her.

"Please it's adorable. I've never seen Lou so smitten before" Daphne states drunkenly. I blush at the confession and grin softly feeling less insecure about our developing relationship and less concerned about that woman’s words.

"No actually I um.. I bumped into Debbie upstairs and got chatting but I think I'm gonna go grab a drink ``I state, gaining a cheer from Daphne who leads the way to the makeshift bar where the kitchen island usually is. I scan the room looking for Lou wondering whether I could talk to her in private about my ordeal upstairs with her old 'friend'.

I instantly regret my decision.

I see a gap in between the sea of people showing me Lou standing by the other side of the bar, leaning against it. The redhead from earlier whispers into her ear making Lou shake her head in laughter, the woman fiddles with her bow tie as if to go and tie it but Lou stops her with a shake of her head, her eyes move away from the woman as she scans the room as if searching for someone. As if sensing my presence her eyes turn instantly towards me, her crystal blues widen but before I could see anything else the beat of the music grows silent as Daphne takes the mic from the DJ ready to thank everyone for coming.

I feel my heart shatter into a million pieces, tears run freely down my face as I try to hide within the sea of people on the dance floor all while looking for Rach and Luke. I quickly find them standing at the edge of the dance floor opposite the front door.

Perfect

I quickly grab a hold of Rachel's hand, her eyebrows furrowed at the sight of my distraught face.

"Oh my god, Y/N are you okay? What the hell! Did she do this?! I'll wrap that bow tie around her neck so tight I swear Y/N" I quickly hush her and barely whisper

"Please just get me out of here" with that she nods her head with such determination. Luke wraps my coat around my shoulders and pulls me against him as we walk out of the door while Rachel phones a cab.

"It's gonna take 10 minutes Y/N. I don't know how long we can avoid her for," Rachel says apologetically as she stands close to me. Luke let's go of me and says he's gonna go grab his and Rachel's things and that he'll be as quick as possible.

"It's okay I just need to get out of here" I mutter quietly not trusting my own voice.

Luke rushes out breathing heavily as he passes Rachel her coat.

"She's going insane in there... her and that red head have just had a massive argument and she's asking Debbie where you were. Y/N I think you should at least tell her you are going" Luke reasons.

A leopard never changes its spots, dear

"Oh my god, she was right." I whisper to myself, gaining their attention.

"What do you mean, darling?" Luke asks softly.

"The.. other woman there tonight.. Madison. She warned me, I just never thought Lou..."

"Don't listen to them Y/N. Whatever you saw in there it could have been a misunderstanding, those girls have been eyeing her up all night but Lou only ever had eyes for you" Luke reassures just as the yellow cab arrives out front. We all rush towards it but before I can step into it a hand grabs a hold of my arm gently spinning me around and slamming the door with the other, blocking me from getting in as she boxes me in between her body and the door.

Wet crystal blue eyes stare right back into mine, full of sadness and rage. Her breathing slightly erratic from running around the place, she whispers so desperately, so softly I barely hear her.

"Please don't leave. Please. Let me explain"

She likes that in her women

"Lou let me go, please. I'm just really tired and would like to get some rest. We can talk about this tomorrow okay" I whisper back feeling droplets of rain crash onto my face or is it my tears? I cup her cheek and brush my thumb over her cheekbone wiping away the frustrated tear that seems to have escaped from her eye. 

"Tomorrow" she clarifies with hope.

"Yes tomorrow" I certify making her relax slightly before leaning in and pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth as I turn away slightly still not ready for the contact. I see the hurt and sadness in her eyes as I slowly remove her hand from the top of the car and open the door making her step back. I climb into the car and see Lou press her hand gently against the window briefly, her blue eyes desperate for me to understand. The engine starts up and before I know it her sad form seems to grow smaller and smaller as we disappear back into the city. The last thing I see before going through the gates is Lou run her hands through her hair in frustration as Debbie steps towards her to comfort her. I turn away after that feeling guilty and hurt, the only real comfort I have right now comes from the two hands that hold my own in solidarity. 

Maybe I really don’t know her at all