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boatem-probler · 4 months

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That There's a Choopah Cobbler in... Tokyo Soul!

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Hello once again dear readers! Al Boatem-Probler here to bring you another report on this mid-2010s Minecraft roleplay series.

Everyone's favorite boy is here, which means I will now be keeping track of Deaths Witnessed, Injuries Sustained, and Other Traumatic Events, the way @paranoidpug did in her own summaries. Not to mention, I've gotten to the episodes that haven't been covered in @sketchygainedyoursoul's summaries! Very exciting!

This report contains mentions/discussion of: scatological humor, violence, guns, stalking, harassment, and Professor Geode Rocks.

Previously on Tokyo Soul:

“STOP DROP AND RICKROLL” – Dom

“Fish are just flowers that swim in the ocean.” – Taurtis

“I’ve never felt so unsafe in my life.” – Taurtis

This Time...

Episode 6 – THE NEW GIRL!

I forgot to write this down last time, but it’s been established that Taurtis can and WILL fall asleep literally anywhere. I was reminded of this because Sam decided to sleep in Taurtis’s bedroom, while Taurtis fell asleep standing up directly outside the door.

Sam attempts to wake him up by enticing him to eat the sushi that has been sitting on their kitchen table for over a day now.

Sam insists he can see the creepy old man hiding behind a wall near their house. Taurtis insists he’s crazy. In a break from form, Sam is actually telling the complete truth this time.

Dom is putting the horrible old sushi on a bagel. Just thought you guys should know this.

They know what happened to Grian now, he went to the other Tokyo, you know, the one in Canada.

Sam: “Do you remember Grian? He’s lived with us for a very long time?” Taurtis: “That guy with the glasses, who had that rocket ship? Yeah, the rich person!” I think this is probably referencing the Yandere prequel thing? IIRC they were doing it at the same time as Tokyo Soul, but I’d have to check to be sure.

Checking the dates on the episodes… oh dang this one went up on Christmas Eve. Grian Christmas Present Momence. Okay, the first episode of Yandere went up nearly four months after this episode, so uh… in conclusion I have no idea what’s going on with this dialogue. Interesting.

Dom calls Grian “the Friendly Kid”.

Anyway they go to pick Grian up from the train station. I can’t tell if this is a different train station or if the name of it has changed between episodes.

GRIAN’S HERE!!!!!

Grian: “I don’t know whooooo was responsible for that. But you sent me halfway round the globe.” Sam: “Why are you looking at me when you say that, it wasn’t my fault!” Grian: “I just feel like… you just gave me the wrong ticket, that’s all.” Sam: “I put ‘em all in a box, I shook ‘em up, and I randomly drew one.” Grian: “And two of them went to Tokyo, Japan, and one of them went to Tokyo, Canada.”

I just had to relate nearly all of that conversation because right now I feel like any of it or none of it could be true. Because playing Russian Roulette with their plane tickets is some shit Sam would do I think, but intentionally giving Grian the wrong ticket and lying about it is also some shit Sam would do I think. So I’m just like, putting it out there for public debate.

Taurtis: “How long did it take you to realize that it wasn’t actually Japan?” Grian: “When I was on the plane, and they said Welcome to Canada.”

Apparently Grian had to spend all of his own money on the plane ticket back from Canada.

Taurtis: “How do you get your face caught in a blender?” Grian: “It happened One Time.”

They notice Geode walking to school. It seems he lives in a house with some kind of weird construction on top of it that is perpetually on fire.

Sam makes Grian show them the way to the school he hasn’t been to yet. Grian ends up asking Igbar von Squid again.

Hey whatever texture pack these guys are using has a really good nighttime skybox! This shit is pretty!

Sam’s mom texts him apparently???? I wasn’t aware she existed.

Sam and Taurtis nonchalantly introduce Grian to the creepy old man. Grian is appropriately terrified.

A new student turns up, named Yee, who’s Minecraft skin is I think supposed to be Monster Kid from Undertale. They have immediately started hitting on… one of the boys, it’s unclear which.

There is a circle of blood around a sheep’s head inside the school.

Grian: “Ooh, this school is an upgrade… [walks around the corner] Ohhhkay I take back what I said.”

Ah, apologies, it’s a goat’s head. Someone killed one of Señor Loro’s goats.

Regardless, Sam and Taurtis make Grian wrestle for his class schedule. Grian legitimately sounds terrified the whole time. Señor Loro accidentally punches a hole in the wall and runs off in shame.

Ohhhhkay, the creepy old man is IN the school, WEARING a girl’s school uniform.

Taurtis and Sam attempt to pressure Grian into going over to talk to him. It actually doesn’t entirely work, they end up all going over there. Taurtis and Sam attempt to set up the two “newbies”.

Taurtis: “Grian, you like girls, right?” Grian: “No, I’m into dudes.”

Ellen was Grian’s baby gay awakening. Taurtis immediately wants to know who Grian thinks is cuter, him or Sam. “You guys are just not my type,” Grian says. He does however admit that Taurtis has “some good glutes”.

Geode is collecting the goat blood from the floor. I cannot stress enough that Geode looks aggressively normal. He is wearing the blandest suit and has the blandest haircut imaginable.

Grian’s locker is absurdly far away from everyone else’s. Like down multiple hallways.

Episode 7 – SENOR LORO!

Tori tells Sam off for punching another kid who came in late. She is the only reasonable teacher in this school probably.

Tori is taking them fishing this class.

They walk past the girl’s bathroom next to the pool because Tori is lost. There is another goat head in it. Sam and Taurtis decide to take the head with them, in case they run into Señor Loro. Grian is worried he’ll think they killed it.

They continue to the pond behind the school, where they are given fishing rods to use. For some reason, the fishing rods sound like guns. I feel like this wasn’t intentional.

Creepy man sighted once again. Sam is now calling him Grian’s “girlfriend”.

Not Dying Class! Nurse MD has decided to call Grian “Mr. BoyMan”. Today, they are competing in a Food Pyramid Scavenger Hunt for the prize of a lifetime subscription to Hunter x Hunter. Their homework is to eat at least one item on the food pyramid. Grian is mad that their teacher isn’t teaching them anything.

Sam and Taurtis terrorize Grian with, uh, Bathroom Chocolate. Grian throws up a couple times. To be honest I’m not entirely sure what Sam and Taurtis are and aren’t doing In The Fiction so to speak, but Grian definitely vomited, so I feel I must put this on the record.

The principal has been sighted by the vending machine! Grian disagrees with his staffing choices, and tells him so, very vehemently. The principal gives Nurse MD a raise. Nurse MD gives Grian detention.

Nurse MD: “Go to the guidance counselor to get your attitude in check.” Grian: “You need to go back to university to get your degree sorted.”

Grian: “Dr. Nurse MD has to be there while I do the detention, sucks to be him!”

Apparently Nurse MD is allowed to just lock him in a room, actually. Also half the school was filming this altercation from the courtyard.

Sam: “I think that’s going up on YouCrab later.” Grian: “Good, I want everyone to know what useless staff they have here.”

Apparently “this sort of thing really triggers” Grian, this sort of thing presumably being incompetent teachers. He’s sort of using “trigger” flippantly here, but like, you could very well argue it’s true.

Oh, apparently “detention” means you have to wrestle Señor Loro. At least Sam legitimately offers to tag in for Grian (after a little while enthusiastically cheering for Señor Loro to “give him the ol’ one-two”).

They tell Señor Loro about the second Goat Murder, and he asks them to help him look for the rest of his missing goats. He gives them each a “Crystal of Tenochtitlan” whatever that means. Oh, apparently they allow you to talk to animals.

Episode 8 – GIRLFRIEND?!

Instead of searching for Señor Loro’s goats, the boys attempt to figure out which one of them Yee keeps hitting on. It’s Grian! Sam immediately tells Grian he should ask Yee to take off her glasses so they can see if she’s a lizard person. She does. She is a lizard person, and not Monster Kid as I had previously thought. In my defense, Sans Undertale has literally been in the background of several scenes already. Grian is spooked, Yee is angry, Sam has never laughed this hard in his life (according to Sam). I think they’re all being a bit mean.

Gym class is a competitive obstacle course, Girls (easy) vs Stupid Boys (difficult).

On the way to Professor Geode’s class, Sam and Taurtis tell Grian what happened last time (roughly). Grian is very apprehensive.

Geode collects everyone’s trash. The classroom has been slightly rearranged. There is now some sort of… operating table? In the center, with all the chairs arranged around it. Dom is in a giant test tube in the back. Taurtis is given a Special chair next to Geode’s throne.

Sam is told to “COLLECT THE MILK OF THE INNOCENT ONE”. This means Dom, apparently. When Sam fails to do this, Geode does it instead. I don’t know exactly what this entails, because Sam wasn’t looking at it, because Sam is not a very good cameraman. But I suspect that the limitations of Minecraft would still leave me scratching my head if I had seen it. Dom can be heard to take damage, but that’s all the information I can give you.

Geode throws onto the operating table, which I’m beginning to suspect is more of an altar: Milk of the Innocent, Toilet Paper, Rare Crystals, and Hair of the Chosen One.

This apparently clones Taurtis, somehow, although there appears to still be only one Taurtis in the room.

Geode does not offer any explanation, he’s too busy being confused by Grian’s accent and not knowing what England is. I’m… also not entirely sure he knew what a clone is either, before Sam explained that he’s not Uncle Sam because some people can have the same name.

Oh also Google Docs tried to autocorrect “Geode” to “God” I just feel like you all should know that.

Episode 9 – INTERNET DATING!

I am now officially into New Territory, not covered by previous summaries!

They try to free Dom from the test tube and the stained glass texture SERIOUSLY bugs out.

There is. Ah. Some sort of. Sheep… cultist… possibly robot? In the hallway. It has some sort of… mechanical backpack on?

Apparently its name is Jorje the Special Goat. So this is what breaks me.

I don’t know why I’m so stuck on this, I’m usually great at stories where Things Just Happen.

Anyway, Jorje has a dire need to go to the computer room to talk to his girlfriend.

“Is your girlfriend single?” – Taurtis Minecraft, 2015

The gang try to convince Jorje to break up with his internet girlfriend and/or that his internet girlfriend is catfishing him, so that he will tell them what he knows about the Goat Murders.

Dom is just. Up on a rooftop, by the way. He keeps doing this.

It turns out that not only is Jorje’s internet girlfriend a real person, but they’re also a person of ambiguous gender and probably a furry, which are some pretty big plusses in my book. It seems like they didn’t know Jorje was Actually For Real A Goat, though.

But the boys do manage to get some information on the Goat Murders, so that’s nice. Apparently there’s some sort of Creature or perhaps a Beast underneath the soccer field at school.

“That there’s a Choopah Cobbler!” – Jorje

Actually he called it a “chuubakaabra” but potato, potato.

They tell Señor Loro about the chupacabra. Señor Loro hands them guns. Peachy. At least this time it’s Grian who accidentally shoots Taurtis.

Sam then shoots Taurtis on purpose.

There’s an item in Señor Loro’s vending machine called “Fully Cooked Ramen?” and I’m losing it.

Grian: “Hey, Mr. Principal! :) Your teacher gave us snipers! :) I don’t know what kind of circus you’re running here! :)”

Episode 10 – HUNTING A MONSTER!

Half the school is at this soccer field this feels so dangerous.

Taurtis is just shooting wildly.

Uhhhh. That there’s a Choopah Cobbler!

I promise I’ll stop saying “that there’s a Choopah Cobbler”.

Everyone tries to shoot at the chupacabra through a very narrow doorway. They mostly just end up shooting each other.

The chupacabra flees into the sewers. Dom is also in the sewers. He goes there to read.

They lose the chupacabra, briefly mistaking the creepy old man for it.

“Can I shoot him anyway? I reeeeeaaalllly wanna shoot him.” – Grian

Kurokuma: “Uh, you didn’t find any bodies, did you?” Grian: “Not yet!”

He doesn’t, in fact, shoot the creepy old man. Score one for morals, I guess. :/

Half the damn town is in these sewers.

They shoot at a “sugar dealer”, agree to say they were the chupacabra and call it a day. They then attempt to exit the sewers, which takes some time because whoever made the map didn’t account for the ways in which ladders interact with trapdoors in Minecraft.

They’ve emerged in a completely unfamiliar part of town, and it’s getting late, so Señor Loro suggests they stay in a hotel for the night, and WHY IS THE CREEPY OLD MAN AT THE FRONT DESK. Like, this place is swanky.

The old man makes a comment about setting up cameras in their rooms. Great note to end this part on.

Grian Trauma Count!

Deaths Witnessed:

Aftermath of 2 Goat Murders

Injuries Sustained:

Grian jokingly implied that he got his face caught in a blender once

Likely some bruises from wrestling Señor Loro

Shot in the leg by Sam, who was aiming for the chupacabra

Shot by Senior Loro, apparently on purpose?

Traumatic Events:

Sent, possibly on purpose, to a completely different country without any of the people he knew, and had to use his own money (all of it) to get back where he was supposed to go

Stalked and sexually harassed by a creepy old man (he keeps making comments about the characters’ legs). Also forced by his friends to actually speak to said creepy old man.

Vomited twice due to Sam and Taurtis being gross.

Punished for calling out his teacher’s incompetence and made to wrestle the guidance counselor.

Was handed a gun by one of his teachers again (and accidentally shot Taurtis), and brought on a monster hunt.

Geode’s Class is a traumatic event in itself.

Some pretty big numbers already, folks!

Something I think is interesting: before Grian arrives, both Sam and Taurtis are pretty vocally uncomfortable with Old Kurokuma, but as soon as Grian's with them, Kurokuma is suddenly "our friend who runs the panty shop", "Grian's Girlfriend", "Grian why are you uncomfortable, this is a completely normal schoolgirl, she said teehee".

I feel like I still need to chew on this a bit more to be able to actually say anything analytical about it, but it's definitely catching my attention.

Next Time...

"I'll do one post per school day," I say, and then they almost immediately stop going to school for an arc.

#al's unhinged tokyo soul summaries #tokyo soul #yandere high school #yhs #this'll be the last time i tag *all* of those i think

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carlsainz · 2 years

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𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 – 𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒙 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆

summary: your friendship was perfect, until it wasn’t.

pairing: alex turcotte x reader

warnings: none

a/n: okayyyy guess who’s back!!! i’m definitely nervous as hell because i haven’t been writing lately and this was a challenge for me but i really hope you like it. thanks to my baby reghi @tencrushesperday for reading and helping me while writing <333 so that’s it, enjoy and please let me know what you think !!

word count: 2,5k

lowercase intended

being in love with your best friend isn’t easy. at all. after knowing alex back in that summer while both were working at the theatre , your life turned upside down but in a good way.

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you were bored in the theatre, the movement almost nonexistent, when your manager called your name. beside her, was a boy around your age and looking very good.

“y/n, this is alex and he’s going to work with you during the summer,” cara explained.

“hey alex!” you exclaimed. you’d finally have some company.

he blushed and waved at you, smiling and showing two deep dimples.

when cara left, he approached you and said “did you know palace theatre always keeps two seats open for the ghosts to sit in?”

“really?” you asked. “how did you know that?”

“well i just love random facts and didn’t know what to say,” he admitted.

“that’s cute, i like it,” you replied. “but i’m terrified of ghosts so please let’s not talk about them.”

alex just laughed and nodded, asking you to teach him how to do basic things there.

•

by the middle of the summer, you and alex were best friends, totally inseparable. you loved to do shenanigans, and it was in the middle of a boring afternoon that an idea popped on your mind.

“hey,” you got his attention. “we should get matching tattoos.”

“mom is gonna kill me,” he answered.

“so what?”

“ouch!”

“i’m just kidding,” you laughed. “but not about getting matching tattoos.”

he sighed and said “‘k, i’m in. what do you think we should get?”

“maybe yin and yang because we’re kinda each other’s balance,” you suggested.

“that’s actually perfect,” the boy said. “we should do them today after work.”

and that’s the story of how you ended up with matching tattoos on your little fingers as a proof of your friendship.

his cute little dimples were absolutely enchanting and his smile the prettiest in the world in your opinion. at first, it was just friendship. the conversation flew easily, you loved his jokes and the way he could talk about literally anything. he made working easy and joyful and it was the best summer of your life.

at the end of the summer, he had to return to his life and to hockey, but you kept texting every single day. you knew everything about each other, literally everything. it was the perfect friendship, until it wasn’t.

it all started when alex started playing for the kings and you moved in with him to study at ucla. the domesticity of living with your best friend started doing things to your head and, within a few months, you realized you were in love with him. alex turcotte, your turtle, your damn best friend.

of course alex noticed how you were acting all weird around him and, inside his head, he thought he did something wrong. while you were freaking out on a daily basis because of your feelings, alex was feeling the same but for way longer. it was something that was bothering him since that first summer and he simply couldn’t say anything because he was completely scared of losing you.

everything has changed in the middle of another summer after alex’s rookie season. you were with the ntdp boys in Michigan and someone suggested you all should go to a party and that’s where you are now, getting drunk with alex and the boys and dancing like your life depends on it.

the first beat of your favorite song dropped and you immediately grabbed alex’s arm.

“turtle, let’s dance with me!” you screamed on his ear so he could hear you over the music.

he just smiled and nodded, going with you and never dropping your hand. in a calmer spot, you stood in front of him and and put your arms around his neck, while he didn’t know what to do with his hands.

with your mind kind of fogged, you simply stood on your tiptoes and whispered “you can touch me, you know.”

alex felt his face burning while you disentangled your arms from his neck to guide his hands to your hips. “way better,” you commented.

he automatically squeezed your hips, bringing you closer and you started swaying them in the rhythm of the music. the tension between you and alex grew with the music and by the end of it, you were looking at each other, gaze averting from eyes to lips.

turcs bent down and touched your nose with his, his hands gripping your waist now. “kiss me, alex,” you whispered and he only heard because of your proximity.

his lips finally touched yours and it was like the world was slowly fading into dust around you two. his touch was soft and his lips hungry yet, somehow, gentle. your fingers got lost in his hair and he brought you even close as if it was possible.

you spent some time just kissing and only stopped to breathe. you, once again, stood on your tiptoes and provoked him “who would’ve imagined turtle was such a good kisser, huh.”

he smiled, showing his dimples, and you kissed them tenderly. he blushed and you found that completely adorable, while alex wanted to dig a hole on the ground and disappear.

“you wanna go back to the lake house?” he asked.

“yeah.”

he held your hand and went to the place where the other boys were and quickly told them you were going back home because you weren’t feeling very well. they all were worried about you but alex convinced them he could take care of you.

turcs called an uber and you two looked like two teenagers, giggling and holding hands in the backseat of the car. it didn’t take long for you to arrive at the lake house and you went directly to the backyard to sit in one of the adirondacks, where you kept kissing and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears.

“do you think that this, us… do you think it could ever… be something more?” alex asked.

“i’ve waited to hear this for so, so long, turtle,” you said, smiling from ear to ear.

he smiled, caressing your cheek. “so what’s going to be?”

“i’m pretty sure we can be something more,” you giggled.

“yeah?”

“yeah, mr turkey turtle.”

he laughed and the sound was like your favorite song ever. you’ve spent the rest of the night that way until the guys arrived and you had to hide once again like two teenagers so they couldn’t see you.

in spite of all that happened, when you woke up the next morning, last night was just a big blur for you two. the kisses and words all forgotten, a distant dream or something.

the next day was spent in the dark because of the hangover and soon the summer ended. you were back to your normal lives and to the old feelings, blind to what happened on that beautiful summer night.

now you were almost screaming on the window while studying for a test and that’s exactly when alex opens the front door.

“hey y/n, i brought us sushi for dinner-” he stopped seeing you on the verge of tears. “what happened?”

“just school stuff, i don’t want a degree anymore, turtle,” you started crying.

alex just dropped his duffel bag on the ground, put the food on the sink and sat by your side at the kitchen island.

“you’re just tired, darling, do you want a hug?”

you only nodded and he involved you with his arms, your head resting on the crook of his neck while you cried and he whispered gentle things, making you cry even harder because you started thinking that that man would never be more than a friend.

he held you until you stopped crying, only sniffling. he disentangled his arms from you and looked right into your arms, softly smiling just because he knew you liked his dimples.

“thanks alex, you’re the best friend one could ever ask for,” you said and it was like you were stabbing him right in the heart, but he only kept smiling and started redoing your messy ponytail.

“you need to take a break, let’s eat something while we watch how i met your mother, what do you think?”

you sniffled once again “yeah, we can do that.”

turcs grabbed your hand, helping you stand up and go to the living room and while you sat at the sofa, he went back to the kitchen to grab the food.

you put on your favorite episode and he sat beside you, handing you the food. you ate silently, just laughing at the funny parts. when both of you finished, you paused the episode you were currently watching and discarded the trash, going back to the sofa and curling yourself at turcs’ side.

it was a common thing between you two. you’ve always been emotional and alex was your harbor. whenever you feel defenseless or small, you curl against his side and he protectively throws an arm around you. it’s always been like this, but this time seemed different. it felt more… familiar and it hurts.

you watched three more episodes until alex started yawning and both of you went to sleep.

“sleepover?” alex asked.

“yeah, just let me get ready.”

another tradition of yours. it was common for both of you to sleep on the same bed in times like these, because you tend to have nightmares when you’re too tired and alex always calms you down.

as the days passed, it became harder and harder to fight against all the feelings, especially to alex. his friends on the team didn’t know what to do anymore and, as a last resort, decided to arrange a blind date for him. of course alex didn’t know where he was going and why, but there, he ended up having fun with brianna, one of the guys’ cousin and after a couple months, they were officially dating.

when the news reached your ears, it wasn’t alex telling you. it was one of the kings wags, in the middle of a little get together. you felt like the world was dissolving while thousands of knives stabbed your whole body. you faked a smile and, after a few minutes, left saying you weren’t feeling very well.

meanwhile, alex was truly happy with brianna, the feelings for you in the past. or at least that’s what he thought.

you stopped going to his games, just to avoid seeing her at the box and started getting more miserable every passing day. it was now a common thing to see you locked in your room, crying and listening to taylor swift. even the guys were worried about you.

after one of the practices, they cornered alex to ask him what he had done to you and he was totally blind to the reason until fiala said “my girl said she bet she’s in love with you, when did it start?”

alex tried to remember. “i think it was when i started dating bri.”

“are you dumb or what, kid?” another one said. “of course she’s in love with you,” and everyone agreed.

“what do i do now?”

“you break up with brianna and go chase your dream girl, we all know you’ve been in love with her for longer than you can recall.”

he nodded and thanked his teammates. at his car, he called brianna and said they needed to talk. it was after dinner he told her they should break up and explained the reason to be completely honest with the girl. of course bri wasn’t happy, but thanked his honesty and they ended up in good terms.

meanwhile, you were once again crying your heart out after class sitting at your favorite spot at the beach all by yourself. how could you be so dumb to ever think that one day you and alex would be more than friends? now he’s dating the perfect sweet girl just like him and-

your thoughts were interrupted by alex’s voice.

“i knew i would find you here,” he smiled, sitting by your side.

you didn’t have the strength to even disguise your tears so you just looked at him, your heart breaking even more just at the bare sight of him.

“why aren’t you with brianna right now? i thought you were going to have a dinner together.”

“yeah we did, but we broke up,” he simply said.

“what? why?”

“she’s not the girl of my dreams and i couldn’t keep doing that with her.”

“but- but she’s perfect for you, you’re sweet together and-“

“i don’t want someone that looks just like me, y/n/n,” he said. “i want someone to complete me, my balance.”

after saying that, he put your pinkies together, the tattoos completing each other like you.

“you know, i’m in love with you for so long, since we were younger and i know it’s a risk to confess my feelings because i don’t know you feel the same but-“ you started interrupting his rant and he asked you to wait. “i love you since i’m 14 years old and if you asked me to jump off of a bridge that first summer, i would’ve done that without questioning you. every moment with you is a core memory, lately they’re sad ones but still. you’re such a bright person, you deserve someone who loves and worships you and i’m completely ready to do it since we were teenagers full of things to discover. please know that i don’t want a perfect person that’s just like me, i want you and your mess, because your mess is mine too. i want you even when you slap me in the arm if i breathe too loudly when you’re stressed, i want you on days when you don’t feel like talking to anyone. but above all of this, i want you when you feel unlovable, i want to show you how easy to love you are, how adorable, how empathic and helpful you are. i just want you.”

at the end, you were ugly crying like a baby, alex still holding your hand. you were completely speechless while alex nervously smiled.

“i love you, turtle. even though i can’t say anything right now, but that’s your fault,” you said, making him laugh.

“so you want to be perfectly imperfect with me?”

“of course i want to,” you replied and cried even harder, the moon, stars and the sea as testimonies of your love.

he kissed you and it was so delicate, the salty tears adding something special to your first kiss. suddenly, alex stopped.

“what happened?”

“are you feeling the familiarity too?”

“yeah,” you replied.

“when we were at the lake house, i had a crazy dream where we kissed for the whole night-“ you interrupted him.

“i had the exact same dream.”

“well, i don’t think it was a dream anymore,” he said and smiled.

“it’s so crazy to think it all could’ve been different if only we remembered that night.”

“sad too, but everything happens for a reason and we’ll be very happy from now on.”

and he was more than right, your story was just beginning and happiness was present in every single moment of it.

#gabs writes #alex turcotte #la kings #alex turcotte x reader #nhl imagine #gabs' house

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roxynmae · 2 years

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Hey I'm the og spider is the bio kid of jake anon and I'm LOVING the responses to this sooooo much!!!

My brain went down the route of in the wreckage of the ships some tablets got washed up and still worked. Jake gets spider to log into his old account to see in it still works (spider has small enough fingers to type) and they log in and it's like all of jake old phone, like videos of the past, old texts, his music library everything and it's like very fun - until norm points out that there is an unread message.

And it's a video message from spiders biological mum, who speaks French or smth (I live the idea that jake speaks French for some reason idk, and she chooses to tell the message in French because she knows none of the other crewmates speak it.) She tells him in the message that she knows what's coming and that she won't drag the baby into being blackmail, so they lied and said that Paz was pregs and that the bio mum was her support when it was born. Had to choose quaritch for the birth certificate bc he was the only man paz had slept with in the right time period. Idk I love the idea that she actually lived and went back to earth, and that somewhere in the message she says 'I know you might not get this but even if you don't know that he's yours I don't imagine you'll leave a kid to be raised by scientists, give him a good life jake'.

And it's just jake blank stare because oh my god that's her hair and his eyes and his mums nose and how the fuck didn't he see this before. I like to imagine a point of conflict being that he tells neytiri before spider

I'm not the biggest quaritch and Spider fan so I don't imagine he would run to him, but I do like what you wrote on neyteyam, and how he would be pretty skeptical of his dad's behaviour. I feel like spider would be much the same once the honeymoon period is over

Idk about neytiri, I imagine she would be pissed but I also think that she would accept him (maybe not as her own kid but as a stepchild) because she still has a feeling that this sort of thing would be eywas will, that the first human child would be born of toruk macto

Jake, I may be in the minority bc spider tumblr loves quaritch, but I think he could be an amazing dad he just has to make the decision to do better and not wallow in his own guilt. He would have alot of work to do, but I think he could do it (if he pulls his head out on his ass)

But yeah!!! Tell me what you think xxx

Wow! Thank you I’m loving this AU so much!

Them finding the message and only Jake understanding is a really good idea! It also makes for an interesting interaction with all the ones around him at the moment. And he as to lie his way out of the situation until he figures how to deal with the situation. The man literally froze into place, all that he himself had done and what he let other do to Spider downing on him. Her last words making him feel ashamed, how could he be such a horrible man?

Now I don’t see her surviving only because why wouldn’t she try to talk to Jake directly? Going to him, telling him the truth, she did all of this to protect their child I don’t see her wanting to be away from him.

I’m happy that you agree on how Neteyam would take the news. The boy truly feels lost at the moment, he grows resentment towards Spider, in his eyes now he lost his spot as first born, the rift between him and his siblings is getting bigger by the day and he truly feels as if he only has his mom left. He won’t even look at his dad in the eyes, Neteyam feels betrayed by him.

Neytiri is constantly trying to forget Jake’s past as a human and now Spider is the biggest reminder. It’s not going to get better, actually I see her getting even more antagonistic considering how Neteyam has taken the news.

Now for the dad situation, I have to admit my bias towards Quaritch, I love him as Spider’s dad and I don’t think Jake deserves this kid, not that he deserves his other children. Jake would need to do some serious work towards his whole family, because in my opinion as things stand he failed both as a father and as a husband.

#spider is jake’s kid!au #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #na’vi avatar #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #avatar spider #avatar quaritch #jake sully #miles quaritch #neteyam #neytiri

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dad!Robert and sister!Sophia Quinn + Quinn!reader hcs - the fosters

wc: 1.5k

pairing: dad!robert quinn + sister!sophia quinn + quinn!reader

warnings: vague allusions to reader having a rough life before living with the quinns, sophia has bpd, robert and sophia both adore you, jill hates you, sibling shenanegins with sophia, robert is trying to be a good dad, brief mention of playing just dance while your parents divorce, I think that's it??

genre: familial fluff with hints of crack and angst

a/n: hey girl I'm hyperfixating on the fosters again! daily reminder that you're faves live in disbelief of how loveable you are! as with the previous fosters hcs if you don't know why you were tagged its bc of the domestic/found family trope!!

@youkissedareaderinthedark @girlfriendwhoseawitch @mrscarolscaramoucheplease

Okay assuming you have a backstory somewhat similar to Callie's

Meaning you didn't know your dad was actually Robert Quinn until recently and through a variety of circumstances he's fighting for custody of you

It's going to be…… interesting

Honestly Sophia is messy enough for her own tlc show

And Robert is so desperate to make up for lost time and be worlds best dad

And Jill?????? Jill detests you

So there's obviously going to be some silly antics

Shenanigans if you will

When Robert first sees you he has to try so hard not to cry

You look so much like your mom, the love of his life

She really was the one that got away

He feels like he has a piece of her back now

And he is so determined to be there for you now

He’s not letting you slip through his fingers again

You now have more emotional and financial support than you ever did before

Once you’re comfortable enough for it to not be weird he will absolutely give you a credit card for literally whatever you want

One of his love languages is gift giving so when he sees you and Sophia going on shopping sprees together

When he gets texts from you asking if you can get something you want or food or something

Even though he’s reassured you a million times you don’t have to ask

He gets so happy

He’s so happy to know he can take care of you and provide for you now

He wishes so badly he could have been doing it from the start

But he’s just glad he found out as soon as he did instead of another ten years later

Also if there’s anything you ever wanted to do and didn’t have the money or opportunity to

Surprise

Robert has already signed you up for figure skating and ballet and your violin will be arriving at the end of this week

He just loves spending time with you and Sophia

He loves spending time with both his kids

It makes him happier than he ever thought he could be

And oh my god Sophia??????

She always wanted a sibling

And now she has one

And it’s literally the fucking coolest person in the world?????

She is so desperate to be just like you

For you to think she’s cool too

She wants to be like super mega close sibling bffs with you

She wants to have sleepovers and share secrets

She doesn’t really realize that that requires a lot of work and time to achieve and you can’t really jump straight there with enough enthusiasm

You might need to be a little patient with her and set some boundaries

But she’s just really excited to finally have a sibling yk

Roberts parents (and probably Jill) will accuse him of being a little obsessed with you

But he’s just trying to make up for lost time yk

Sophia however actually is a little obsessed with you

They all but explicitly stated she has bpd

You can probably tell pretty soon that she’s a little mentally ill right off the bat

Like you’re not really one to miss red flags yk

One good thing about how much they both care about you and how much influence you have in your new family is that if you tell Robert you’re worried about Sophia

He will take that totally seriously

Even if Jill doesn’t or thinks he’s overreacting or Sophia is being dramatic

Robert will start watching her a little more closely and realize you’re right

He’ll get her into therapy so she can get help before things get worse

He’ll get you in therapy too if you want/need it

That’s one of those moments that really solidifies in his mind that you’re meant to be part of their family

His kids looking out for each other yk

Also once her she starts getting better and some of that obsession burns away

You’ll be able to have a really great relationship with her

It’s so fucking hard for her to not copy everything you do

Like once you move in she wants to decorate her room like yours

She always wants to borrow your clothes and copy your style

She thinks whatever you like to do is absolutely the elite hobby/extracurricular

And oh my god if you like horses too????

Her two favorite things have just combined

Robert would absolutely get you a horse so you two can go riding together

She brags to all her friends at Archfield about how fucking cool you are

Eventually you end up getting to have all the classic sibling experiences you didn't have with each other

Late night talks about life and mental illness and existentialism

"Can I borrow your top" "No" "Please :(" "Fine"

Basement just dance battles to the death while Robert and Jill are divorcing upstairs

You show up to all each others events and hype the hell out of each other

Your texts are half just sending each other tiktoks

"You" "dad" "dad and Jill" "us" "your horse"

She sends you a lot of astrology memes and incorrect quotes of your signs

She gets so excited whenever you consult her about your personal life

You send her a screenshot of texts asking if it passes the vibe check

It does not

She loves talking mad shit with you

About people from your schools and extracurriculars

Sometimes about Jill

Robert is trying to make it work with her

He really is

But she fucking hates you

She refuses to even give you a chance

And you know he's never going to pick anyone over his kids

Especially not after everything yall have been through

You and Sophia both sort of know it's a matter of time at this point

Jill is one of those handful of almond moms who will antagonize you for almost anything

You can't even swear around Jill bc she doesn't like it

She won't even let Sophia say oh my god

So whenever you swear around Robert and Sophia it's like a little inside joke

Even when you let out a long string of substitute swear words when Jill is there they still find it hilarious

Because they know what you'd be saying if she weren't there

"Butt…muncher on a pogo stick!"

They find it hilarious

Jill is not amused

Sometimes Sophia looks up your old neighborhood on Google maps and imagines what your childhood was like

What it would have been like if you were raised together

There are tons of trees she imagines you'd climb together, sidewalks to ride your bikes on, places to play hide and seek

Sometimes Robert looks at your old neighborhood and has to try not to cry

His baby was that close this whole time and he had no idea??

They're both just really glad they have you now

That you have each other

Also your birthday????

It's practically a national holiday

Sophia bases half her gift planning on your birth chart and the other half on every piece of information she's retained about you

Robert is lowkey celebrating the whole month

He feels like he has a lot to make up for and he's not going to let this day be anything less than spectacular

God help you if it's your sweet 16

He is going to to so fucking ham people are still talking about it years later

Sophia gets so fucking excited if your birthdays are close together

Like so fucking excited

She has a little count down on her phone to "quinn siblings birthday season"

It becomes a tradition for each of you to team up with Robert to plan the other one's birthday

Instead of the standard birthday parties Jill would throw and invite half of Sophia's class

And a bunch of adults to network with

This year you and Robert surprise her with a day full of horseback riding and shopping and devil's food cake and all her other favorite things

And a Fiona apple concert over the weekend

If this is what birthdays are supposed to be like she thinks she's been missing out

And for your birthday?????

They plan a whole week full of surprises

Sophia's been making careful mental notes of all the stuff you want to do and go see

Suffice it to say it's the best birthday you could have wished for

For Robert's birthday you and Sophia plan to surprise him with a bunch of crafts and handmade presents he probably would have gotten from both of you if you'd found each other sooner

You make craft paper turkeys and macaroni necklaces and casts of your hand prints

You buy white ties and color them in with paint markers

You even mark your heights on the doorway of his office

He cries so fucking hard

He loves it

He loves his kids

It's the second best present he's ever gotten

The first will always be you and Sophia

#the fosters #the fosters x reader #the fosters headcanons #robert quinn #sophia quinn #literally no idea what else to tag this lmao

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starlostjimin · 2 years

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Title: spring for the first time Chapter 2/? WC: ~1800 Chapter Rating: T Fandom: Stray Kids Pairing: Han Jisung/Lee Minho Fic Summary: The day before Jisung's thirtieth birthday, Hyunjin tells him an old wives' tale about people who are virgins when they turn thirty. A shy accountant just trying to make it through life, Jisung brushes him off.

Until he wakes up the next day and hears things he definitely shouldn't be able to.

Or: Cherry Magic: Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard!....but make it minsung Tags/warnings: feelings of internal shame about virginity, societal pressure, gay awakening, assumed heterosexuality (joke's on them), magic, mind reading, innuendo, mythology (or is it?), best friend!hyunjin, workplace au, light urban fantasy au, i guess, fluff, mild alcohol consumption, possible smut later in the fic i haven't decided yet, currently SFW

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Jisung was losing it.

There was no other explanation. There was just no way he was hearing people’s thoughts, no matter what Hyunjin had joked about yesterday. But while there was a chance, however slim, that he might have mistaken Minho’s voice for someone else’s, the food truck guy was another story. Not only was there nobody else around at the time, but like the man pointed out, they saw each other every single morning and had for months. There was no way Jisung heard anyone else’s voice, and there was no way the kind old man would have said something like that aloud. But mind reading wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

“Jisung?” the voice behind him sounded mildly concerned as Jisung snapped out of the swirl of thoughts attempting to overtake him. He spun his chair around and forced a smile.

“Hey, Seungmin. What’s up?”

“Dude…you good? You’ve been using your desk as a drum kit all day. And uh, no offense or anything, but don’t quit your day job.”

Jisung scratched at the back of his neck as he felt his cheeks heat up. “Sorry. No plans to quit, don’t worry. Just kinda fidgety today. I didn’t sleep all that well last night.” He let out a sigh of relief when Seungmin nodded, seeming to accept the lie.

“My mom uses something to help her sleep. Some herb or something. Want me to ask her about it?” Seungmin said.

“God, no. I’m not that old,” Jisung said with a laugh. “Aren’t we the same age?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. It’s your birthday today, right?”

Jisung shuddered. “Unfortunately.”

“Then you’re older than me, because my birthday is later this month.” Seungmin beamed at him and Jisung fought the urge to kick his coworker in the kneecaps.

“Aaaaand conversation over,” he opted to say instead, turning his chair back towards his computer. He stared at the account file he was supposed to be analyzing for discrepancies until he felt Seungmin’s hand on his shoulder.

“Seungmin, I thought you wanted to focus on work,” he said irritably.

I need to know if you have a freaking date yet. It’s about time.

“Just wondering if you have any fun birthday plans,” Seungmin mused.

Shit. He’d definitely heard both those sentences, with extremely different tones. Jisung scooted his chair closer to his desk and twisted his body towards his friend, hoping to shake his hand off. “Just the usual. Nothing special,” he said, trying to keep his voice casual. “I really do have to get through this file, though.” He heard Seungmin sigh, but felt him move away as his chair rolled back to his own desk. He peeked over his shoulder and, seeing Seungmin facing his computer again, he grabbed his phone and tapped out a quick text to Hyunjin.

> I’m taking lunch in 20. We’ve gotta talk.

“I’m sorry, what?” Hyunjin exclaimed.

Jisung looked around in a panic. “Shut up! I literally didn’t even want to tell you this, I definitely don’t want to tell the whole company. Why are you so surprised? You were the one who told me about this, remember?”

Hyunjin laughed. “Yeah, but like, your parents told you about Santa. It’s just a story.” He dropped his voice lower. “I didn’t actually expect you to get superpowers. And it’s not like I would have managed to get them.” He smirked, and Jisung rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. You get whoever you want. That isn’t the point here.” Jisung groaned.

I can’t see this being real, but Sungie seems really freaked out.

“Of course I’m freaked out! Why are you talking to me like I’m -” Jisung stopped when he saw Hyunjin’s jaw drop. “You…didn’t say that out loud, did you?” Hyunjin shook his head slowly, eyes growing to the size of dinner plates. Jisung looked under the table and realized Hyunjin had moved his foot, which was now sitting just close enough to Jisung’s to make contact. He jerked his foot away and dropped his face into his hands.

“I’m never going to survive this, Hyunjin,” he said. “I’ve gotta be a bigger hermit than before. I can never leave my apartment again. I am a thousand percent sure I don’t want to know what people are thinking about me.”

“Or…” Hyunjin said slowly, Jisung gestured at him to continue with one hand, leaving his face planted firmly into the other. “Or you could like, date.”

“Ah yes, because the thirty year old sarcastic virgin in the world’s tiniest apartment is the catch of the year,” Jisung said dryly.

“You literally just need confidence, Sungie,” Hyunjin said. “It’s just you, so you don’t need a bigger apartment. You’ve got a decent job, you’re funny - I guess - and you’re definitely cute. But you’re never going to meet anyone if you only go from home to work again.” He shrugged. “The virgin thing, that’s gonna affect your confidence more than anything. Sex is different with every single partner because everyone likes different things. So there’s a learning curve every time you sleep with someone new. It’s really not the huge deal you’re making it out to be.”

“Says the non-virgin,” Jisung said.

“You’re hopeless.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying.”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “Look, I’ve got to get back. I'm super swamped with work right now. But seriously, you’re going to be fine, Sungie. Let’s go out this weekend. A club or something. Maybe you can meet someone.”

Jisung grimaced, but tentatively agreed. He could always cancel later. Hyunjin was probably expecting it, anyway.

“You promised. Try this one on,” Hyunjin said, narrowly missing Jisung’s face with a black top made of such flimsy material he could nearly see his friend through it.

“I’m not wearing that,” Jisung said wearily from his place at the edge of the bed.

Hyunjin scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Just try on the damn shirt, Jisung. You need to get out of this apartment and out of your head.”

Apparently nobody is getting out of my head. If Jisung had been speaking aloud, he’d have been pouting. To be fair, he wasn’t sure he wasn’t pouting, even in his silence. He pulled his hoodie over his head and tugged on the gauzy short-sleeved shirt Hyunjin had tossed him.

Hyunjin grinned and clapped his hands together. “Yes. With those black jeans you bought and then barely wore. Where are they…” the last few words were mostly to himself as he turned and went back to rifling through Jisung’s closet, a cry of victory erupting when he found the intended jeans tucked away at the back. “You know the drill,” he said, tossing them to his friend.

Jisung sighed. So much for canceling. He was going to need a lot of liquor to survive this night.

“You had to pick the busiest one in town, huh?” Jisung asked Hyunjin as he stared at the line waiting to get into the club.

Hyunjin shrugged. “They’ve got the least sketchy bathrooms. Besides, the line is moving pretty fast.”

“Sooner we get in, the sooner I can go home,” Jisung said cheerfully. Hyunjin shook his head.

“You’re really and truly hopeless.”

They joined the line and made their way into the club. A deep bass pulsed out of the building and vibrated straight into Jisung. He pulled out his ID as they approached the door and handed it to the bouncer. The short, broad man looked at the card and back at Jisung, pausing for a moment before nodding and handing it back to him. He stepped inside, Hyunjin close behind him, and let the music envelop him.

If there was one thing that always comforted Jisung, no matter what, it was music. He always had it playing at home and he had taken a few music composition courses as electives at university - not that he’d actually followed up on them. It was too late by then to change his major, he’d rationalized, refusing to acknowledge that what had truly held him back was fear. He and Hyunjin made their way to the bar and ordered their drinks, tipping the bartender well before heading out onto the dance floor.

Bodies writhed around them as they found their groove in the music, Hyunjin laughing every time Jisung jumped away from someone brushing up against him. Jisung was torn between the relaxation of dancing and the tension of being surrounded by so many people he couldn’t get away from. He tipped his head back and drained his drink, hoping the alcohol would help to muffle the cacophony of voices in his mind.

Ultimately, it wasn’t the alcohol, but the cacophony itself that ended up relaxing Jisung. Being bounced around between bodies as one tended to be in a club this crowded, he found that the noise inside of his head was similar to that outside of it - a dull roar that all blended together. He had finally let himself fade into the music when he felt a sharp tap on his shoulder, too quick for any thoughts to carry through. He whirled around, unsure of when Hyunjin had ended up behind him.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

Jisung stepped back quickly as he came face to face with Lee Minho, crashing into Hyunjin in his attempted retreat.

“M…Minho-ssi. I didn’t expect to see you, either,” Jisung said, forcing a smile. Hyunjin stared between the two.

“Hwang Hyunjin,” he said, stepping forward and reaching out to shake Minho’s hand after making sure Jisung wasn’t going to fall over immediately upon his moving away.

“Lee Minho,” the older man introduced himself. “I’m a coworker of Jisung’s.”

“Me too! He’s also my best friend,” Hyunjin said, his voice taking on an edge of protectiveness. “I’m in the advertising department, a graphic designer.”

“Sales,” Minho said. “I’m glad you were able to coax Jisung out. Things have been a little stressful on our floor lately.” He turned his attention back to Jisung. “You’re a good dancer. Join me?”

Jisung’s eyes widened and he looked down at his chest, convinced his heart was about to pound out of it. What in the hell is going on? he thought. His eyes moved from his chest to Minho’s hand, hovering somewhat awkwardly in between them, and the first thing that left his mouth was,

“Sorry, I gotta go.”

He pushed past Minho and through the crowd, heading for the bathrooms on the far side of the dance floor. Hyunjin shot Minho an apologetic look and followed quickly. There were answers to be had and Hyunjin was going to have them.

#minsung #minsung fic #stray kids fic #han jisung #lee minho #lee know #han #possumswrite

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wendyeve24 · 1 year

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Up To Heaven and Down To Hell

Chapter 2: Dreams

(Smut galore in this chapter! This fic belongs to me, wendyeve24. Text enlarged for the visually impaired. Hope you enjoy!)

The newlywedded couples walked into the hotel ballroom, Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis blasted through the speakers as the doors opened. The wedding guests all clapped as the first dance started. Both dances were slow and tender, though Cassie's dance with Nate was a bit awkward since he was so much taller than her. Lexi had a bit more of a comfortable time dancing with Fezco, though he wasn't as confident in his dance moves in front of everyone.

Once the song ended, Say You Love Me by Fleetwood Mac started playing. Lexi's friends and Fezco's family started mingling.

"So you used to own the store and now your grandson has taken over?" Rue asked Marie.

"Yup. I ran that store for a long time, I was beyond thrilled to finally fucking retire." Marie said.

"That's badass." Rue said with a nod of respect.

Over at the punch bowl, Ash intended to spike it but Gia managed to catch him about to pour malt liquor from the bar into the punch.

"Hey! I know what you're about to do and it's not good. Stop it." Gia scolded.

"What? I just wanna get this party started. Fuck off." Ash retorted with an annoyed gaze.

"No! Give me that!" Gia yelled as she tried to snatch the bottle from Ash.

"You'll have to catch me first!" Ash said with a mischievous smirk as he started running and Gia chased after him.

Jules was busy sipping some soda and talking to Faye, hearing her wild tales of brief porn stardom. Kat and Ethan also listened to the former pornstar talk.

"And like... four guys all came on me at once."

Jules nearly spat out her soda.

"What the fuck!? How do you even clean up after that?"

"You take a bath, Jewel. Duh." Faye replied as she lit up another Virginia Slim.

"I think porno is quite interesting. Maybe it could be popular in the future." Kat said.

Ethan gazed at his wife with a stunned look.

"Really? You don't think it's degrading?" He asked.

"Not really."

"It isn't. I mean we all fuck. Why not show it off to like... literally everybody?" Faye asked.

"I mean... you're not wrong." Jules said with an amused smile.

Lexi finally introduced Fez to Rue after the song ended, and Cherry Bomb by The Runaways started to play.

"Oh yeah, uh hi. I'm Rue. It's nice to meet you."

"Yeah it's nice to meet you too Rue. So, how long have you and Lexi been friends?"

"We've been friends... gosh, ever since I can remember. We've been friends since we were kids." Rue answered.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Our moms are friends and we practically grew up together because of that." Lexi explained with a smile.

"Oh shit, that's awesome."

"I'm more closer with Lexi than Cassie, to be honest. She's a bit too dramatic for me." Rue said.

"No kidding. So, Lexi where's your sister? I met your mom but I haven't gotten the chance to meet her yet."

"If you don't talk to her tonight, we'll see her tomorrow at the luncheon before we leave. Don't worry Fez, you're not missing anything with her."

"Alright ma. If you say so." Fez kissed Lexi's cheek.

"Wanna get some food?" He asked.

"Oh yes please. I'm starving." Lexi replied.

"Alright. How bout you go take a load off, rest your feet and I'll get your food Lex. What do you want?"

"Chicken, corn and some punch."

"Okay, I'll be back."

"Thank you Fez."

While Fezco went to get his and Lexi's dinner, Cassie was meeting Nate's family as House of The Rising Sun by The Animals played.

"You're pretty." Marsha said to Cassie as she eyed her up and down.

"Thank you." A smile coming across Cassie's face.

"Almost too pretty." Marsha added with a disapproving gaze.

Cassie immediately frowned. She was shocked at the sudden turn that simple comment had taken.

"Be nice Marsha. Hi, I'm Cal Jacobs. Nice to meet you Cassie. Welcome to the family. I'm glad to have a daughter in-law that will be living close to the family business. Tell me Cassie, do you like sports?" He said in a friendly tone.

"Oh uh yeah. I was a cheerleader in high-school." Cassie replied with a smile.

"Oh wow, that's impressive. Just by looking at you, I can tell you were a great cheerleader."

"Thanks."

"Alright dad, quit holding Cassie up. She's gonna get me my dinner." Nate said.

"I am?" Cassie asked.

"You're my wife. It's your duty. Now go." He said in an annoyed tone.

"O-Okay. Um do you want to have me get anything specific from the banquet tables or...?"

"Steak, potatoes, spinach. In that order. You're eating the same."

"Oh but... Nate I... I don't like spinach." Cassie said with a sheepish smile.

"You eat what I tell you to eat. Understood?" Nate said with a stern gaze and a raised brow.

"Yes sir."

He narrowed his eyes.

"Try that again." He demanded.

"Yes Daddy." Cassie answered softly.

"Good girl. Now go get our dinner."

Cassie went over to the banquet tables as well. While she was there, Cal patted Nate on the shoulder with a proud serpentine grin on his face.

"She'll be the perfect Mrs. Jacobs yet. Keep training her. She'll get there." He said to Nate before walking over to the bar with Marsha.

Lexi went to go and introduce herself to Nate with Maddy who had tagged along.

"Hi. You must be my sister's new husband. I'm Lexi. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too. And you are?" He asked, slightly ignoring Lexi and gazing directly at Maddy.

"I'm Cassie's best friend. Maddy Perez."

"You've known her for how long?" Nate asked.

"We basically grew up together." Maddy answered.

"I have too, of course." Lexi said.

"That's interesting. You can tell a lot about someone by their family and their friends..." Nate trailed off.

"So, what was she like as a kid?" He asked.

Meanwhile, Cassie ended up meeting Fezco at the banquet tables.

"Are you Cassie?" Fez asked.

"Yes. Oh! You must be my sister's new husband." She said.

"Yeah, I'm Fezco. It's nice to meet you." He said as he held out his hand for her to shake.

"It's nice to meet you too. Are you and Lexi going to the luncheon tomorrow before your honeymoon?" She asked as she shook his hand.

"Oh yeah, of course."

"Great! I can't wait to meet your family too." Cassie said with a smile before she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Nate told me to tell you to get his dinner and sit down. Quit mingling." Aaron, Nate's older brother said.

"Oh... okay." Cassie turned back to Fez who looked at her with a concerned gaze.

"I-It was nice meeting you Fezco. Welcome to the family." Cassie said sheepishly before turning around with her plates of food and walking over to the Jacobs table.

"Yeah. Nice meeting ya." Fez replied as he finished making himself and his wife a plate of food.

As he turned to go to the O'Neill's table he shook his head in slight disbelief. There was something weird with that whole interaction... and he didn't like it, but he wouldn't think about it too much, besides... it was none of his business.

Before she went to go sit down, Lexi went over to Cassie to talk as she managed to catch her sister before she sat down at her respective table.

"I met Nate. He seems nice. Do you like him? I saw that you met Fezco. What do you think of him?" Lexi asked.

"Of course I like Nate, he's my husband now. Why would I not like my husband?" Cassie replied defensively.

"Why are you getting defensive? I was just asking since you married him almost an hour or two ago." Lexi said with narrowed eyes.

"I'm not getting defensive Lexi! Ugh. Anyways, your husband is nice too." She replied before her gaze met Nate's across the way, he was glaring at her.

"Thanks. Are you... okay? And why do you have spinach on your plate? You hate spinach, you gag if it's even in your mouth." Lexi said.

"I'm fine. And... I wanted spinach for a change. I... thought I'd like it now since I'm a wife. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to feed my hungry husband. I'm coming honey!" Cassie called over to Nate before going over to the table and putting his plate in front of him before sitting down.

"Fucking took you long enough. It better not be cold." He said to her before taking a bite. It wasn't cold but it wasn't warm either... he supposed that it would have to do... besides, he wanted to break her down further.

Cassie began to dig into her food, she started cutting into her steak first before Nate stopped her.

"Eat your spinach first. It's good for you."

"But... I really wanted my steak first Daddy..." Cassie said.

"Spinach first."

"But-"

Nate took his fork and stabbed into her spinach, holding it up to her mouth before leaning over to whisper in her ear.

"You wanna be a good girl for Daddy, don't you?"

Cassie nodded wordlessly.

"Use your words."

"Yes Daddy."

"Good. Now eat the fucking spinach. Unless you want this bite shoved down that pretty throat of yours." He demanded in a dark whisper.

Cassie took a deep breath and leaned forward, taking the bite of spinach off of his fork. She bit back a gag and managed to choke it down.

"Good girl." Nate said with a cocky yet pleased smile as he took his fork back and stabbed into his mashed potatoes, taking a bite of it.

"Eat all of it. Oh and Cassie?"

"Yes?"

"If I see you so much as shake hands with another guy like you did with your sister's ginger husband... you're in so much trouble." He casually mentioned to her without looking at her and shoveling some of his steak into his mouth.

A stunned look came across her face as she looked at Nate. She then turned back to her plate and stabbed her fork into her spinach. Cassie started eating her spinach begrudgingly, fighting back the urge to gag and cry after each bite.

Lexi had already started eating with Fezco, she was happy to have their first meal together as husband and wife.

"You like the chicken? If not, I could take it back and get you something else." Fez offered.

"Oh no Fez, it tastes good. Uh how does your rice taste? It looks good."

"It's really good. Pairs well with the turkey and the coleslaw. Want some?"

"Sure." She got a little bit of rice off of his plate and put it onto her own before taking a bite.

"Mmm! Yeah that's really good. Wanna try some of my corn?"

"Of course." Fez replied as he put a bit of her corn on his plate and ate it, nodding at how good it tasted due to the way it had been grilled.

"So, did you get a chance to talk to Cassie?" Lexi asked.

"Yeah I did. She seems cool. To be honest though... she seemed a bit weird after that guy over there approached her." Fez recalled as he briefly gestured over to Aaron who sat at the Jacobs table located at the other side of the ballroom.

"That's Nate's older brother. Now that you mention it... she was really acting defensive towards me just some minutes ago. And she had spinach on her plate."

"What's wrong with spinach, ma?" Fez asked.

"Cassie hates spinach. Whenever our mom tried to give us spinach when we were kids, Cassie just couldn't keep it down. It only had to be in her mouth for a few seconds and then she'd either spit it out or gag. And God forbid if she swallowed it because then she'd only throw it up afterwards."

"Well shit... why would she choose to eat that now?"

"That's the thing Fez... I don't think she chose to eat it. I think she's forced to eat it."

"Woah ma. You tryin' to tell me you think your sister's husband she just married is fucking forcing her to eat spinach?" He said with an incredulous look on his face.

"Yeah. I... I know it sounds farfetched. I don't know maybe I'm over thinking it." Lexi said with a shrug.

"I don't know but... that whole situation is fucking weird."

"Yeah... I agree." Lexi replied as she ate some of her chicken.

After everyone ate their fill of food and drank their fill of drinks, it was time for the bouquet toss and the garter toss.

Dancing Queen by ABBA started to play on the speakers as all the single ladies gathered on the dance floor.

"Oh I'm getting that bouquet." Jules said to Maddy who rolled her eyes.

"No hun, I'm getting that bouquet. Go sit down somewhere Jules." She replied.

"You both know there's two bouquets right? You both could get one." Rue said with a smirk.

"Yeah but I'm getting the first one." Jules argued.

"I call dibs on the second one then." Faye said as she stumbled over to them due to being drunk and high.

Maddy rolled her eyes again before the toss officially started.

Cassie threw hers first. It flew up into the air behind her and neither Jules nor Maddy nor Faye caught it. Rue caught it.

"Well... fuck." She muttered.

"Dammit!" Jules cried out.

Lexi smiled before tossing her bouquet second.

As to be expected neither Jules, Maddy or Faye caught it, Rue didn't catch it either instead Rue's sister Gia who had been standing not too far from Rue caught Lexi's bouquet.

"Oh shit! You caught it!" Rue said in a genuinely surprised tone.

Gia looked at the bouquet in shock before smiling a little bit, not quite sure on what to make of the situation as she quietly walked off of the dancefloor.

Next up was the garter toss. Fez had specifically requested that the Disc Jockey play I Want You by Marvin Gaye.

Lexi sat down in the middle of the dancefloor in a chair, as Fez did a little two-step towards her to the beat of the song. Lexi couldn't help but laugh a bit before her eyes widened a bit as she saw him get on his knees in front of her.

Lexi blushed.

"Fez..." She said breathlessly.

"Gotta get this garter off you, ma. Don't be afraid, I gotchu." He said as he took the white kitten heeled shoe off of her left foot, setting it down. He then gazed directly into her eyes, his blue ones meeting her brown ones. They never broke eye contact with each other as she felt his hand slowly slide up her left leg, his calloused hand sliding up her smooth leg that was under her dress.

Lexi gasped as he slowly squeezed and kneaded her thigh, teasing her a bit before his other hand traveled up her left leg. Both hands reached the garter that was wrapped around her thigh. With his index fingers he slid his fingers under the lacy fabric of the garter and started to slowly slide the garter down off of her thigh, keeping eye contact with her the entire time.

He made sure to take his sweet time, there was no rush.

"Fezco..." Lexi said breathlessly again.

"Raise your leg up for me, ma." Fez said in a low and husky voice.

Lexi slowly raised her leg so it was sticking straight out. Fez maneuvered himself so her dress covered leg could rest on his shoulder as he continued his slow work of taking her garter off.

"Keep your eyes on me, baby. I wanna take my time witchu ma." He said huskily.

The garter was now off of her knee and was being slowly moved downwards to her calf. When it reached her lower calf, he stopped and removed his fingers from the garter.

"I want you but I want you to want me too." He sang along, her eyes never leaving his.

"Fezco... please." Lexi begged. She wasn't even sure what she was begging for in that moment, but she knew that whatever it was, he most definitely had what she was begging for.

Fez lifted the bottom of her dress up slightly with his now free hands before leaning his face close to her left foot.

Lexi felt as if she were melting into the seat, the heat between her legs got stronger with each passing second, with each touch of Fez's hands, with each movement he made, with every gaze he shared with her. She was sure that he could sense how turned on she was in that moment.

He then kissed her foot, her ankle and lowered his lips to the garter, kissing it before he took the garter into his mouth, his blue eyes looking up at her. To him, she was the only woman in the room. He then slid the garter down the remainder of her leg with his teeth. The garter slid off of her foot easily, and he grinned with it between his teeth as he finally stood up.

Once he turned around and faced the guests who hooted and hollered, he walked a few paces away from Lexi who was busy slipping her shoe back on and hoping that her dress wasn't soaked through from her arousal and making the seat wet.

Fez tossed the garter into the small bit of single guys who were on the dancefloor and the person who caught it was Ashtray who gave a disgusted look at it in his hands, but then decided he could probably sell the garter or something so he decided to shove it into his pocket and keep it.

Nate was up next and Cassie sat down in the chair in the middle of the dancefloor.

He had specifically requested for the Disc Jockey to play Five to One by The Doors.

Cassie felt... nauseous. Her body had been fighting the spinach she had eaten, and the spinach was winning.

Nate took some steps to the beat towards Cassie before he leaned down and kissed her before getting on his knees.

Cassie smiled though she could feel her stomach lurching.

He slid his hand up her left leg and put his head under her dress, licking her inner thigh before taking the garter into his mouth and between his teeth.

She bit her lip slightly out of arousal as she felt his movements under her dress.

He lowered his hand and managed to take her shoe off letting it drop to the floor as he slowly slid out from underneath her dress, the garter still between his teeth as he slid it down her leg.

The music was loud, and drowned out the gurgling noise her stomach made.

"Nate..." Cassie she said frantically a wide eyed look on her face.

He gazed at her darkly as he kept sliding the garter down her leg.

"Nate..." She tried again.

He ignored her and slid the garter down her calf.

Cassie started to dry heave a bit as she shook her head.

He kept ignoring her and he completely slid the garter off of her leg and off of her foot with his teeth and stood up, the bottom of her dress that he had raised up, fell back into place before all of a sudden she leaned over and threw up all over his shoes.

"Fuck! What the fuck Cassie!?" He yelled as the garter dropped to his feet at the exact same time she hurled.

The guests were all disgusted at the scene and the single guys who had joined the garter toss all left the dancefloor.

Even though she was extremely drunk, Suze managed to rush over to a crying Cassie and help her out of the chair, taking her to a nearby bathroom to get her cleaned up. Miraculously, Cassie hadn't thrown up onto her wedding dress, only on her shoes and Nate's shoes... and also the garter.

"So is like anybody gonna clean that up?" Faye asked aloud as she lit up another Virginia Slim.

Marsha, Nate's mother took care of her son's shoes and then she tended to Cassie's shoes. She was actually giddy that her new daughter-in-law managed to embarrass herself at her own wedding, she couldn't help but laugh a bit as she wiped the vomit off of Cassie's shoes.

Leslie, Rue and Gia's mother managed to cover the mess up with a table cloth and advised everyone to not step on the table cloth, and that if they wanted to participate, it was time for the cutting of the cake.

Fez and Lexi obliged, Nate also obliged simply because he wanted cake, and by the time she came back from getting cleaned up in the bathroom, Cassie agreed to the cake cutting.

Lexi cut the cake together with Fez before putting the piece onto a plate, and sharing it with him.

Cassie still wasn't feeling great, and decided to let Nate have his piece of cake, but little did she know was that he had other ideas.

After Cassie sat down, Nate went over to her with his plate that had a big piece of cake on it.

"It's good. Eat some." He said.

"I... I can't. I just got sick."

"Whatever." Nate said in an annoyed tone.

"At least try a bit of it." He added.

"No. I don't want it."

A dark look came into his eyes.

"Don't you ever say no to me." He warned.

He then picked up his piece of cake with his hand and put it up to her mouth.

"Eat it." He demanded.

Cassie shook her head.

"Eat. The. Cake. Cassie." He demanded through gritted teeth.

Cassie shook her head again before Nate shoved the cake into her face, causing her to cry again.

"Stop crying. It's not attractive." He said coldly.

Cassie immediately stopped crying.

"Good girl. You earned yourself a napkin." Nate said as he grabbed a napkin for her.

Cassie thought he'd wipe her face for her, but instead he chucked the napkin at her.

"Clean yourself up." He said, much to her immense disappointment, though she did as she was told.

By the end of the night, the couples were ready to consummate their marriages, they said their goodbyes to their friends and families before going upstairs to their respective suites that the grooms had paid for.

Nate and Cassie's suite was a bit bigger than Fezco and Lexi's, but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered to Nate was that he was finally able to fuck Cassie and break her down, while Fezco's focus would solely be on Lexi and giving her the most pleasurable first time.

When Nate opened the door, he practically pushed Cassie inside of the suite before he turned the lights on.

"You're a fucking mess, you know that?" Nate berated after he shut the door behind him.

Cassie turned around and took a deep breath.

"I'm not. I... I told you I didn't like spinach. I just could never get it down." She said sadly, her voice soft.

Nate approached her and kissed her forehead before he gently hugged her, before hoisting her up and slamming her onto the bed.

Cassie screamed out of pure surprise.

"Well well well... this is the first time I've heard you scream. I like it. You'll be doing a lot more of that tonight. Take your dress off." He said as he briefly hovered over her before he sat up on the bed, throwing his suit jacket to the side, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He kicked his black loafers off and got off of the bed, and went to the other side of the room where the record player was.

Cassie was still struggling with getting her dress off, she had managed to get her stockings off however.

(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones came on and Cassie was near tears trying desperately to get her dress off, the buttons in the back just were not budging because she was having a hard time reaching them.

She wasn't sure how her mother had even managed to get into and out of the dress, but Cassie certainly wasn't having an easy time.

"Daddy... can you help me?" She asked finally as she held her arms out, sniffling because she nearly broke a nail and she was frustrated. Nothing was going right today for her at all.

"Sure. Since you asked like a good girl." Nate said as he approached. He got on the bed and instructed her to turn around.

She did so and moved her hair to the side so he could undo her buttons for her.

"You put this dress on yourself?" He asked.

"My mom helped a bit but I mostly did it myself." She replied.

"Oh... nice." Nate said before he snatched the fabric from her body, ripping the back of the dress, the fabric was now frayed and the dress was ruined as he managed to rip the rest of it off of her and threw it to the side as if it were a piece of garbage.

"Nate! What the fuck!? That dress is a hand-me-down! That belonged to my mother! You just ruined it! Oh my god!" Cassie yelled as she turned around, her arms shielding her tits from his view as she gazed at him angrily.

"Too many buttons for my tastes." He responded as he sat back against the headboard of the bed.

"Now, you do your duty and give me a damn good blowjob or you're getting punished for fucking yelling at me." He said as he pointed at the erection in his black slacks.

Cassie stopped shielding her tits from him and crawled over to him on the bed. She started to unbuckle his belt. Once his belt was unbuckled, she undid his button and unzipped him before pulling his slacks down off of his legs.

As soon as his slacks were down off of his crotch, his cock sprang to life since he wasn't wearing underwear and his hard long length hit Cassie's cheek. She couldn't help but stare at it... his cock was huge.

"Wow..." She gasped in awe.

She looked up at him and he looked down at her with a cocky yet proud smile on his face.

"Go ahead." He urged.

Cassie lowered her mouth onto his cock. She certainly couldn't take all of him into her mouth, he was huge. But of course Nate had other ideas.

His wife slobbered and sucked his cock but she wasn't trying to take it all the way into her mouth... and he noticed that.

Nate grabbed her by the back of her head and wrapped some of her hair around his hand.

"Go further Cassie. Open up that pretty throat of yours. Slacken that fucking jaw." He instructed.

She did as she was told and it worked for a little bit before she could feel herself choking on his cock. She tried to ease back a bit but his grip on the back of her head tightened and he used his own strength to keep her head down completely. He decided to torture her a bit more and raised his hips up a bit, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth.

Cassie had tears in her eyes from choking on his cock, her throat was being abused by his tip and she felt as if she couldn't breathe. She started to panic, her arms flailing around a bit before she tapped his thighs, this didn't work and only made him thrust himself into her mouth harder and forcibly keep her head in place.

Cassie whimpered as she cried before a muffled and raspy scream just barely left her throat, it was audible however, but Nate didn't care.

Would this be the last thing she did? Sucking her husband's cock on their wedding night and dying by being suffocated from it? Cassie started to grow light-headed, she was on the verge of passing out, her arms started to go limp as he continued to fuck her mouth before he roughly yanked her by her hair and pulled her off of his cock with a grunt.

She collapsed on the bed, gasping for air, her vision no longer was darkened and her consciousness was starting to come back. She coughed quite a bit, her chest heaving as he got on top of her.

"Good. You're alive." He said as he rubbed his cock against her cotton panties.

"N-Nate." She rasped.

"You're a good girl Cassie... a whiny annoying bitch but a good girl." He said with an impressed tone.

She smiled at him, happy for the praise she had received despite the backhanded compliment.

"And good girls get rewards..." He said darkly as he took her right tit into his mouth, sucking on it as his hand squeezed her left tit.

"Oh!" Cassie cried out.

He stopped squeezing her tit and let his hand travel downwards to her panties, he rubbed her through the fabric before sliding them down off of her legs.

He briefly sucked on her left tit and let his fingers explore her pussy that was getting wetter as the seconds passed.

Cassie moaned as he leaned back up and kissed her before going back down, his mouth blowing air onto her pussy causing her to squirm.

He then started to suck her clit as he inserted his fingers into her pussy.

"Daddy!" She cried out.

He pumped his fingers in and out of her until a filthy squelching sound came from her pussy. He then removed his fingers from her and held them up in front of her face.

"Clean it." He demanded.

Cassie started to suck his fingers clean of her own juices as he stroked his cock while watching her. She hadn't orgasmed, though she had been excruciatingly close.

He removed his fingers from her mouth and grabbed her, easily using his strength to roughly flip her over so she laid on her stomach. Nate gazed at her plump ass, taking it upon himself to spank her hard, making her yelp and leaving a red handprint on her left ass cheek.

His index finger dipped between her cheeks, rubbing her tight asshole.

"Ever used the backdoor before?" He asked curiously.

"N-No. That's... so dirty. I've only ever had it vaginally." She admitted sheepishly.

"I'll train you Cassie. Don't worry. In the meantime... I wanna taste it." He said hungrily before he spread her ass cheeks apart and started lapping at her hole with his tongue.

"Oh God! Nate!" She cried out as she felt him assault her hole with his tongue.

He then poked at it with his index finger that she had previously sucked on and inserted it deep into her ass.

"Fuck!" She screamed.

"You like that Cassie? You like your husband's finger buried into your tight ass don't you?"

She let out a moan that soon sounded strangled as he used his free hand to wrap around her throat, choking her.

Cassie whimpered before his grip slackened and he stopped choking her before sliding his finger out of her ass.

"On all fours. Now."

She got on all fours immediately and felt him rut against her ass before tapping his cock against her pussy.

He then entered her at a moderate pace, not really giving her time to adjust to his size before he started thrusting in and out of her pussy.

"Nate! Oh my god! You're too big! It's too fucking big!" She yelled.

The only answer she got in return was a grunt as he concentrated on achieving his much needed orgasm. He spanked her ass again, this time leaving a red handprint on her right ass cheek before he roughly grabbed both cheeks pulling her on and off of his cock as he thrusted in and out like a madman.

"Please! Daddy!" She begged.

His thrusts soon slowed down and he pulled out of her before tapping his cock against her asshole.

Cassie's eyes went wide. He wouldn't do something so... dirty on their wedding night... would he?

The question in her mind got answered as he stuck the tip of his cock into her ass and eased himself further in, the foreign feeling of her tight asshole being stretched causing her to cry and scream in pain.

"Stop! Nate it hurts! It burns! Please don't!" She begged.

It felt absolutely amazing to him, so why should he care if it hurt her?

"Daddy stop! Please!?" Cassie cried out as tears streamed down her face as she gripped the sheets in pain, clawing at the blankets. She just wanted him to stop. She tried to crawl away but he made sure to firmly hold her hips in place so she couldn't get away from him.

Nate moaned at the feeling of her tightness wrapped around his cock as he thrust in and out.

"Stop... it..." Cassie sobbed, pleading as she started to feel defeated and hopeless, so she just let him do it to her as she cried, especially since he wouldn't listen and just kept going.

He was getting close. He then pulled out of her ass, which only made her scream louder at the burning sensation in her asshole.

Her husband then stuck his cock back into her pussy making her moan through her tears. He thrust in and out of her until he felt his core tighten up, sweat dripping down his bare chest as he threw his head back.

"Fuck! Cassie! I'm gonna fucking cum!"

Cassie hadn't been counting on him to cum inside of her on their first night together as husband and wife... and because of this she started to panic.

"Nate! Daddy stop! Nate wait! Pull out! Please!?" She begged.

But her begging fell on deaf ears as he rutted against her some more and pumped his huge load into her, his balls constricting as he came.

"Cassie..." He moaned out as he milked himself of every last drop, making sure it was inside of her.

He then pulled out, his cock softening as he got up and took the needle off of the vinyl record, turned off the lights, got under the covers, kissed his wife and went to sleep.

Cassie had since collapsed from being on all fours and she gave her husband a shocked look, tears still streaming down her face as she managed to slide her aching body under the blankets, her head hitting the pillow.

She looked over at the opposite wall in the darkened room, she was bruised, her neck and throat hurt terribly, her ass hurting in more ways than one, her pussy was leaking his cum, she was unbelievably sore already and she hadn't even orgasmed on her own wedding night. That night, Cassie silently cried herself to sleep.

Lexi and Fezco had arrived to their suite. Fez opened the door with a grin.

"Aren't you gonna... carry me over the threshold?" Lexi asked.

"Oh yeah, I do gotta do that... right? Alright hold on tight, ma." Fez said with a goofy grin as he picked Lexi up bridal style.

Lexi couldn't help but laugh as Fez carried her inside, shutting the door with his foot as he carried her over to the bed, gently setting her down.

"I wasn't too heavy for you? Was I?" Lexi asked teasingly.

"You kiddin' me? You ain't heavy at all Lexi. Hell, I could pick you up and carry you for miles and not get tired. You light as a feather Lex." He said with smile.

"So... uh whatchu wanna do first?" He asked as he clasped his hands together and gazed at her curiously.

"I think... we should share a couple of glasses of champagne, talk some more and... see where the night takes us." She suggested.

"I swear Lexi, you're a damn mind reader." He said as he chuckled and shook his head. Going over to the ice bucket where the chilled champagne was and got two glasses. He poured her champagne first, then he did his own. He brought the champagne over to her and handed her the glass before holding his own up in a toast.

"How about we toast to... a good marriage." He suggested.

"Hm, how about a fantastic marriage that lies ahead for us." She said.

"Yeah that sounds even better. To a fantastic marriage that lies ahead." He said before the two of them clinked glasses and sipped their champagne.

"Mmm... that's good. Really bubbly though." Lexi said before she got up and sat her glass aside before sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

Fezco took another sip before he sat his glass aside as well.

"Wanna listen to some music?" He asked, walking over to the record player.

"Of course! What music do you like?"

"Really groovy jams. I don't listen to rock or pop that much, I like Motown hits, James Brown, Funkadelic, Soul music, y'know all that kinda good shit."

"Wow, that's impressive. I've never met someone so into funk and soul like you are."

"Yeah ma. I was raised on that shit. It's some good stuff."

"Fez... what do you like to listen to when you get..." Lexi trailed off, not sure how to continue asking her question.

"When I get what?" He asked, his eyebrow raised.

"Well... when you... get that urge..." Lexi asked as she blushed a bit.

Fez turned around and couldn't help himself. He chuckled a bit before shaking his head, an amused look on his face.

"Lexi, you're fucking fearless."

He put the record he had chosen on and gently put the needle to the vinyl.

He walked over to the edge of the bed and gazed directly into Lexi's eyes as the iconic opening notes from Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye resounded through the room.

"Marvin is one of the main ones I like to listen to when I get that urge, ma." He answered as he leaned into her, their faces close to each other and their lips almost touching.

Lexi was speechless, she couldn't believe how... suave and smooth her husband was. It was really turning her on.

"Fez?"

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me?"

"You ain't even gotta ask baby."

Fez kissed Lexi, the kiss gradually grew heated as she pulled him on top of her.

They both moaned into the kiss as Fez's erection grew in his pants and Lexi felt it against her despite her dress still being on.

"Oh Fez... I... I wanna take care of that for you. Please?" She asked.

"You don't have to ma... besides, I want your first time to be special. I wanna do everything for you, you don't gotta do nothin' for me." He said.

"Fez, I really want to... let me try?"

How could he say no to her when she was giving him that cute pleading look?

"Alright. But before you do anything... I wanna help you out of that dress."

She nodded and turned around.

His fingers worked diligently on the buttons at the back of her dress.

"Where'd you get this dress from?"

"It's a hand-me-down. My aunt wore it." Lexi replied.

"It's nice. Alright, I think I undid all the buttons."

The next thing he knew, Lexi turned her head and slid her dress off. The sight alone almost made him cream his pants. His mouth was agape as he saw her slowly take her dress off. He wasn't sure if she was taking her time because the dress was old or if she was teasing him.

She kicked her shoes off and slid her dress off completely. She finally turned around, her breasts on display for him and her cotton white panties that had a wet spot on them from her earlier arousal during the garter toss.

He was speechless. She was already gorgeous but she had gotten that much more gorgeous in his eyes.

"Shit... you're a fucking goddess."

"Thank you... Fez it's time for you to take your clothes off too..."

"Oh! Yeah..." Fez shrugged his suit jacket off and tossed it to the side, he took his bow tie off and struggled with the buttons on his shirt.

"Here, let me help you."

Lexi started to undo his buttons on his shirt and helped him out of it before he tossed his shirt to the side. He got up and took his shoes off and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his own pants before he slid them down, revealing his black and white boxers.

"Thanks baby. Now... how bout we get it on, huh?" He asked sensually as he laid down on the bed next to her.

Lexi nodded eagerly with a smile.

"Um what happens first?" She asked.

"Oh, you don't know? I thought you was educated Lexi?" He teased.

"I am... just not that educated on... sex." She admitted.

"Really...?"

She nodded.

"Well, we're husband and wife and what happens between us tonight well... it's gonna be special imma make sure of that." He said before kissing her.

"You're gonna be my teacher, Fezco?" She asked teasingly against his lips.

"Hell yeah... class is in session, ma." He replied.

She felt herself grow wet as he spoke.

He started kissing her neck, causing her to moan a bit.

"You wanna be on top?" He asked, wanting to know what position she felt comfortable in to start things off.

"Yes." She answered breathlessly as she straddled him just like how she did when they were in the limo.

He immediately felt how wet she was through her panties, since his still covered erection was poking against her.

"Do you mind if I take care of these?" He asked as his eyes gestured to her boobs.

"I thought women couldn't get pleasure from their breasts being played with?" Lexi asked shyly with a giggle.

"And what weirdo told you that?"

"I don't remember..."

"Nah. You can get pleasure from it Lex. Lemme show you, ma." He said as he lowered his mouth onto her left nipple.

"Fez..." She breathed out, the contact causing her to shiver with pleasure.

His hand reached over to gently knead her other boob.

"Oh..." Lexi moaned out.

Fez felt the wet fabric of her panties on his boxers start to soak through, making him groan.

He switched sides and sucked her right nipple and kneaded the other boob with his hand.

"Fezco!" Lexi cried out as his tongue circled around her nipple. She arched her back a bit which caused her wetness to rub against his crotch, making them both moan at the friction.

Fez let Lexi's nipple out of his mouth with a satisfying popping noise as he gently grabbed her hips, sliding her against him... rocking her back and forth.

"Shit... ma... you're fucking soaked ain't you?"

"Yes... Fez... I need..."

"Shhh. I gotchu baby. Lay on your back."

"But... I wanna take care of you..."

"You can do that, but I gotta take care of my wife first." He insisted.

She nodded as she laid down on her back, spreading her legs.

"What are you about to do Mr. O'Neill?" She asked teasingly as he leaned down, his face near her wet panties.

"Have some extra dessert. Imma eat you out." He replied.

He then slowly took her panties off of her and marveled at the sight of her wet womanhood in front of him.

"Goddamn..." He said in awe as he threw her panties to the side.

He leaned upwards to her face, kissing her lips before he trailed sweet kisses down her breasts, to her stomach and down to her wet core. He lapped at her clit with his tongue slowly, gazing up at her the entire time, watching her breathing heavily and moaning as he continued licking her, his tongue traveling to her wet opening and slightly dipping into it.

"Fezco..." She moaned.

He loved hearing his whole name fall from her lips, he especially loved hearing her moan his name.

He moved her legs so they rested upon his strong bare shoulders as he continued eating her out, his stubble slightly tickling her.

"Please Fez..." She said between a slight laugh and a moan.

"Please what baby?" He asked huskily as he started slowly fingering her, rubbing her clit in slow circles before gently easing his digits inside of her.

"Please... I wanna touch you too." She whimpered.

"Alright, I'll let you touch me in a second baby. I want you to cum for me first Lex." He said as he lowered his mouth back to her wetness, his mouth covered in her arousal after he removed his fingers. He started to lap at her bundle of nerves with a little bit more aggression than before, he was very focused on his wife having an orgasm.

"Fez... Oh my god! Fez!" Lexi cried out as she felt heat build up in her core as her palm found the back of his head, pushing his mouth further into her.

Fez grunted in response as he kept licking and sucking her pussy, feeling her start to tighten as she threw her head back, arched her back and came.

"Fezco!" She moaned as her legs shook as she had her orgasm.

He kept his mouth on her until her orgasm was over before he gave her one last teasing lick. He slowly kissed his way back up from her pussy, to her stomach, to her breasts, to her neck and finally to her lips.

She breathlessly kissed him back, her hands roaming his back before going to his arms, his stomach then down to his crotch where she palmed his erection through his boxers.

He moaned into her mouth.

Lexi's fingertips then went to the waistband of his boxers before she gazed at him, breaking the kiss.

"Can I, Fez?" She asked.

"Knock yourself out, ma." He said.

He sat back against the headboard and helped her pull his boxers down.

When she saw his cock, she gasped. He was huge in every sense of the word.

"Do you... like whatchu see?" He asked sheepishly.

"Are you kidding me? Of course I do! You look perfect, from head to toe Fez. And... you're... you're... big." She said as she gazed at his erect length in awe before gazing into his eyes with admiration.

"Um... how do I-"

"I'll teach you." Fez said huskily with a sensual gaze.

Lexi nodded as she leaned her face towards his cock.

"You gotta wrap your hand around the base first. Not too tight but not too loose either." He instructed.

She was hesitant at first but she wrapped her right hand around the base of his cock.

"Great. Now you gotta hollow out your cheeks like you're taking a gasp of air, and close your mouth around the tip. From there you're gonna suck it like a lollipop or a popsicle... just try not to use your teeth though baby... teeth and cocks don't mix." He instructed further.

She nodded before gazing up at him as she started trying to suck his cock.

She was clumsy at it, but he knew that it was her first time, she was trying her best and that was all that mattered. Besides, it wasn't like he necessarily needed her to blow him anyways since he was already rock hard. But she'd insisted, and he couldn't bring himself to say no to her.

Lexi managed to get the hang of it a bit more and she used her tongue to swirl it around his tip, causing him to moan as he threw his head back at the feeling.

Lexi saw him react pleasurably and continued doing the same thing, swirling her tongue around his tip. He bucked his hips slightly and she kept sucking him before he slightly came back to his senses.

"Fuck! Lexi... I want you to lay on your back for me baby." He said breathlessly.

She took his cock out of her mouth and let go of it and gazed at him.

"Did I... do good?"

"Oh baby you did better than good, you were fucking fantastic. But, I don't wanna cum in your mouth, ma."

She laid down on her back, looking up at him.

"Fez?"

"Yeah?"

"We didn't discuss it yet but... how many kids do you want?"

He briefly thought about it before answering.

"Three. You?"

"I think you're the mind reader." Lexi teased.

"I want three too." She added.

"Shit! That's really cool! I'm not expecting us to make a baby tonight though Lex."

"I know, but... maybe we could try on our honeymoon?" Lexi asked.

Fez smiled at her, his gaze on her.

"You... wanna have my babies Lexi?"

"Yeah."

He was touched by what she had said. No woman had ever really wanted him in that way before.

"Well ma, we're gonna need to practice..."

He thrust his cock against her wet pussy, causing her to moan.

"And practice..." He continued.

His thick cock was now teasing her entrance. Lexi shuddered from pleasure.

"And practice..." He rubbed her clit with his cock making her whimper.

"And practice... since y'know, practice makes perfect and all that." He finished before slowly sliding the tip of his cock into her entrance.

Lexi threw her head back into the pillows, moaning.

He slowly eased himself into her a bit further, she could feel every inch of him inside of her.

"Tell me if I'm hurting you, I'll pull out." He said.

Lexi panted a bit as she nodded.

He put her knees over his shoulders for better access as he leaned down, kissing her as he pushed the rest of himself inside of her until he was balls deep.

"Oh fuck!" She cried out as she broke the kiss, panting a bit at the foreign feeling of him inside of her.

It was a tiny bit painful but the full feeling of him stretching her pussy out felt strange yet... oddly pleasing.

"You good ma?" He asked with a look of concern.

"Yeah... I'm pretty sure you just... took my virginity." Lexi said with a giggle.

"Oh baby, I haven't even started yet. I still gotta move. Are you sure you're good? And... when I cum where do you want it?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm alright Fez. Please move, I wanna know what it feels like when you move. I... I want it inside me." Lexi whimpered as her hand went to his upper arm.

He lowered himself down further in order to kiss her as he started to slowly thrust in and out of her.

"Oh..." Lexi panted a bit as the foreign feelings started to subside a bit and pleasure began to take over.

Fez soon got into a bit of a rhythm with his thrusts. As soon as that happened, Lexi wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Shit... you feel so fucking good baby." He groaned.

"Fez! Faster... please?" She begged.

"You got it, ma."

His thrusts got harder and faster, he started to pound into his wife now, causing her moans and cries to reach a higher pitch than before as he hit a certain spot within her.

"Fezco! Oh right there!" Lexi cried out.

"Fuck! Right there, Lex?" He asked teasingly as his thrusts slowed just to tease her further.

"Fez! Don't stop! Ooh please don't stop!" Lexi whined as she flexed her foot against his bare ass.

"Oh baby I'm not gonna stop... shit!" Fez cried out as he picked the pace again and pounded into her relentlessly.

Her arms were wrapped around him, her hands engulfed in the sweat on his back before her left hand found the back of his head while he buried his face into her neck. She moaned into his ear louder than before which only made him pound her with a carnal energy as he moaned a deep and guttural moan.

The sound of wet skin slapping against each other mingled with their moans and cries as the sound of the bed creaking only managed to turn them on more and reach the pinnacle of their release together.

"Fezco! I think I'm-!"

"Fuck! Lexi! Me too! Shit! Cum with me baby!"

Her back arched and she threw her head back screaming in pleasure as Fez took one of her nipples into his mouth before crying out in ecstasy himself as he felt his balls contract as he emptied his seed into Lexi with a few more thrusts as he grunted and groaned loudly.

She laid there, a sweaty mess and he briefly collapsed on top of her, still buried deep inside of her, her sweat covered boobs against his sweaty chest as they tried to catch their breath.

He rolled off of her, pulling out which caused them both to moan and he pulled the blankets up on the both of them before reaching to turn the light off. He held her in his arms and she kissed him in the dark.

"Fez... that was... absolutely fucking amazing." Lexi said before giving him a thankful grin.

"I'm glad you liked it baby." He said before kissing her back.

"When can we... do it again?" She asked.

He chuckled before peeking under the blankets and looking at his flaccid cock before gazing at his wife.

"Give me a few hours, ma. Then I'll rock your world all over again."

Lexi laughed.

"And by the way, what song do you like to listen to when you get that urge?" Fez asked her.

Lexi looked up at the ceiling briefly in thought before answering her husband's question.

"Love to Love You Baby by Donna Summer. Or literally any of Donna Summer's songs." Lexi replied.

"Ooh, that's a great answer! Shit, you got better taste in vinyls than me."

They both shared a laugh, and basked in the afterglow of their first time as husband and wife before sleep overtook them for the night... after all, they needed their rest... an interesting luncheon for the organization was to take place the next day...

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deepestperfectiondragon · 2 years

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Hey guys, sorry it's been a while since I last posted. A lot has happened in the past month or so. I started a new program at college, I've definitely faced some hard truths with my relationships including my own with my boyfriend, and my mother. While I may not always be the problem, it's more than likely I am a lot of the time. There's always room to grow, and expand your mindset on things. Being open minded is a journey, it doesn't just happen over night. And even then all topics are so different that it's hard to be open minded all the time. But I feel I'm in a good place right now, last night I smoked weed for the first time in god knows how long and didn't get anxious. (A little back story, I was a major pot head for 5 years maybe more, I would smoke morning till night but I started using other heavy drugs and I feel that is what made me anxious when I smoked weed). I definitely miss smoking weed as it was a large part of my personality growing up, but hey, if it's not for me anymore who am I to argue. Afterall, change is part of growth, nothing can stay the same forever. Or maybe I'm just overthinking things and now that I'm sober I can go back to enjoying getting stoned again lmfao. (That really didn't make any sense I know but I meant being sober off of hard drugs and heavy drinking).

On another note, I am LOVING my new program. I'm currently in college to be a child and youth care worker, and I cannot express how sure I am about this. I know it will be a lot of work, and the pay isn't all that great, but the idea of helping kids has always been something I admire, and the fact I'm one step closer everyday to doing so is amazing. I'm not sure what placement I'll like the best yet, if I'll want to stick to residential, hospital, or if I'll work specifically with children with eating disorders like I've always wanted to as well, but either way I'm so so soo happy to be in this program.

As far as relationships go, I'm heavily distancing myself from my mom. She isn't a healthy person to have around, I've tried helping her, being there for her, or just simply talking to her and nothing seems to work anymore. I chase her for a phone call or a text lately, and it's so draining to know I can't do anything about it but still want to. Either way, I'm happier without her and her drama she brings into my life. I love her to death, but I have to put me, my life and the people in my life before all the bullshit. I know better, and it's not like this hasn't been going on for literal YEARS. She's only hurting herself in the end, and I'm not letting her drag me down with her anymore. Me and my boyfriend have been amazing, we have been together for 4 months now, and we may have had our fights but we've grown from those moments together. Me and him have both had rough pasts, and are still learning how to cope with our emotions properly, and are still learning about each other and our boundaries as well. I have never loved a human this much, it sorta scares me, but I take comfort in the idea that he is definitely my person (cheesy as fuck, I know).

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thewidowsghost · 3 years

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Happy Holidays! - Chapter 2

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(Y/n)’s expression is one, like her uncle’s, full of disgust as she watches the musical. She leans over, muttering in her uncle’s ear, “It’s disgusting. They sexualized my mother for, well, whatever the hell this is.”

Clint raises his eyebrows, clearly agreeing with (Y/n)’s comment.

“I’m going to go get air,” (Y/n) says. (Y/n) gets up from her seat, Bolt standing up as well, and Lila casts a glance at her older cousin, her eyebrows knit in concern.

(Y/n) walks out of the theater, holding onto the German shepherd’s, stopping to take a picture of the actress playing the Black Widow.

There is a little boop voice as (Y/n) sends the photo to her mother.

Ew, is Natasha Romanoff’s reply.

(Y/n) chuckles, and Bolt looks up, his eyes twinkling.

‘Ey, I’m heading back to my hotel room,” (Y/n) shoots Clint a quick text.

“Bolt,” (Y/n) says, looking amused. “Zoom, zoom?” (Y/n) chuckles at her own reference. (Y/n) smooths out her suit, before heading down the street, holding onto Bolt’s leash.

. . .

“Hey, Mom!” Kate says, pulling her suitcase behind her.

“Hey, honey! I missed you,” Kate’s mother, Elenor, says into the phone, sounding happy to hear from her daughter. “Uh, are you in the city?”

“Yeah, I, uh, I am,” Kate replies. “I was gonna stop by my place and then come see you.”

“Will you come here first, please? Jack’s over,” Elenor replies. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Okay, uh, okay. I’ll, uh, see you soon, Mom,” Kate says.

. . .

On (Y/n)’s way back to her hotel room, she literally runs into a beautiful young woman.

Bolt lets out a bark, circling to two women, drawing them closer together, the leash wrapping around their legs.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” (Y/n) says apologetically, her cheeks darkening.

The other woman just laughs, looking down at the white dog.

“Bolt, sit,” (Y/n) commands, and the dog’s bottom hits the ground, his tail wagging.

(Y/n) and the women detangle themselves from each other. “I’m (Y/n),” (Y/n) offers her hand to the woman once (Y/n) had taken Bolt’s leash again.

The other woman’s eyes gleam with amusement. “Kate. Kate Bishop.” Kate pauses for a moment before she says, “Hey, I have to go to this party, that I really don’t want to go to. Do you want to come?” she asks.

(Y/n)’s lips twitch slightly, “Are you asking a complete stranger to a party?” she asks.

Kate grins. “Of course.”

“Sure,” (Y/n) replies. “Just let me drop off Bolt here,” (Y/n) heads off, Kate beside her.

“Is he named after the -” Kate begins.

“The superdog?” (Y/n) finishes. “Defending myself, I was a kid. My Mom couldn’t resist my charms.”

(Y/n) gets to the hotel, dropping Bolt off in her hotel room.

. . .

“Uh, get back to work,” a passing waiter snaps at Kate.

“Jeez,” (Y/n) mutters. “I see why you didn’t want to be here. I have a thing against entitled rich people. And I happen to know one.”

Kate glances at (Y/n) and nods, then the young woman’s gaze falls on an older man and woman; Kate glares at the man.

“Your mom and her boyfriend?” (Y/n) guesses.

Kate blinks, looking surprised at (Y/n)’s guess. “Uh, yeah.”

“Excuse me dear, would you -” a man says, approaching the two at the table.

“Sorry, I’m not a waitress,” Kate replies.

“You’re the little Bishop girl,” the man says, tilting his head slightly.

(Y/n) smiles slightly, studying the older man’s whitening hair.

“Yes, I am,” Kate smiles slightly.

“Armand. Armand Duqusne,” the man, Armand, says.

“Ah,” Kate says.

“You used to come to my brownstone for brunch,” Armand goes on.

“Oh, build your own blintz bar,” Kate remembers.

“Precisely,” Armand nods, smiling.

“I need vodka,” (Y/n) mutters, moving over to the bar.

(Y/n) moves back, a glass in her hand.

“You know, it’s not fair,” (Y/n) hears Armand say as (Y/n) takes a sip of her drink. “I never looked that good in a tuxedo in my life.” Kate chuckles and (Y/n) blinks slowly, downing the rest of the drink.

“I wish this wasn’t water,” (Y/n) grumbles under her breath.

“I’d appreciate it if you wear something a little more lady-like for the wedding,” Armand continues, “so we won’t be competing.”

Kate wonders which of these insanely rich people was going to throw a wedding that she’d be invited to. “Wedding?” she questions.

“You don’t know?” Armand questions, turning and gazing at Jack and Kate’s mom. “Eleanor and Jack. Oh! Those secretive little love birds!”

Kate tries to look excited, but (Y/n) can see her expression falter.

(Y/n) catches the look, and she laces her arm through Kate’s. “Maybe we should go get something to eat, huh?” (Y/n) asks. “Excuse us,” (Y/n) smiles, nodding to Armand.

(Y/n) leads Kate away from Armand, and after a moment, Armand walks away, (Y/n) and Kate unlink their arms.

Kate marches off towards her mother, (Y/n) leaning against a pillar.

“You’re engaged?” Kate asks her mother, her teeth gritted.

“Oh, well, I guess the beans are out of the bag,” Jack jokes, laughing, Eleanor's face falling.

“Well, can we have a little moment?” Eleanor asks her fiance.

“Oh, of course, it’s almost time for my other engagement anyway,” Jack replies.

Jack walks away after kissing Eleanor and Kate looks away, looking uncomfortable.

“Babe, I’m sorry, I’m sorry you found out this way.”

“I don’t know, Mom, this is just like . . . fast,” Kate says, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fast, yes,” Eleanor replies. “But, you know, it’s kind of nice being swept up in the romance of it. Is there a part of you that could be happy for me?” Eleanor asks, kneeling down slightly and placing her hands on her daughter’s shoulder.

“Yes,” Kate answers, looking startled. “Yes, Mom, of course.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I wasted to tell you first. I’m sorry,” Eleanor hugs her daughter.

“I’m going to get some air, Mom,” Kate says, disentangling herself from her mother.

“I understand,” Elenor says, watching her daughter walk out the front door, but not before Kate stops to talk to a young woman with emerald green eyes and (H/c) hair.

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broadstbroskis · 3 years

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no better company than you | nathan mackinnon

a/n: alright, i’m rolling in late for @antoineroussel oussel summer exchange (thank you love, for running such a lovely exchange again, it was wonderful and i’m glad i was able to particiapte) and i’m very sorry for the lateness! i had the pleasure of writing for the lovely @ghstandpucks 💜 again, i am SO sorry about the wait but i hope you enjoy this!

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“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I’m late!” You slide into the booth and throw your bag down next to you, hoping to god you don’t look as frazzled as you feel; this restaurant is far too nice.

Nate just smiles at your words, too familiar with your family by now to know that you’re always running 5-10 minutes behind. He’s ordered a bottle of wine- a nice rosé, fitting for the beautiful end of summer day- and had already started pouring a matching glass for you the second you started sitting down. “How’d the interview go?”

You bite your lip. “Eh.”

“I’m sure it went better than you think.” Nate says encouragingly. “You’re too hard on yourself. All three of you are.”

And well, that’s not a lie. Your siblings were just as critical of themselves as you were. Sid was famously known for it and Taylor, your twin, was as bad as you. But…

“Listen to you!” You laugh at him. Nate’s just as bad as the three of you. A mini-Sid in many ways, to many people in your hometown.

But that was in Canada. This was Denver. And here, Nate was cool. Laid-back. Lowkey. Everything a professional athlete should be. Nobody knew about what a dork he really was, except his teammates.

And now, maybe you too, if all went well with this job interview.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nate says, looking at his menu to feign ignorance.

You giggle, pulling your own up toward your face. “Sure, buddy.”

It’s not often that you and Nate spend time one on one like this, even if you see him all the time over the summer. He’s usually with your brother when you see him, politely trying to decline your mom’s invites to dinner or already hanging at Sid’s house when you invite yourself over to your brother’s house for pool or lake time. Usually time one on one with Nate like this is brief, usually like in passing while he’s waiting for Sid in the kitchen while you’re eating.

It’s nice. Nate’s funnier than people give him credit for and it’s easy to relax into dinner and conversation, to forget about the anxiety from your interview as you chat about what’s new for both of you and gossip about people you both know.

By the time he drops you off at your hotel, it’s late and you’re too tired (and maybe just on the right side of tipsy) to even worry about the interview. You just barely change into pajamas, run through your nightly routine, and climb into bed, before shutting the lights off. It feels like you’re asleep before your head even hits the pillow.

In the morning, you’re awoken by the sound of your phone ringing, and it takes a second for you to place the sound, but when you do you pounce on it, recognizing the local area code immediately. “Good morning.” You say, trying your hardest not to sound like you woke up literally thirty seconds ago.

It’s human resources, from the job you interviewed for yesterday.

You got it.

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“Ew, no!” Your dad holds his hands up innocently, when you rush over to stop him from unpacking a box. “Why would you put that there?”

“Hey, sweetie, maybe it’s time for a break.” Your mom says gently, exchanging a look with your dad, who nods his agreement enthusiastically.

Which is fair. You’d just about almost taken his fingers off just because you didn’t like where he was unpacking colanders.

“Dinner!’” Your dad latches onto immediately. “Nate offered to take us all out tonight, I’ll let him know we’re ready.”

“Ready?” You frown, looking down at your workout shorts and baggy t-shirt.

“We’ll be ready in an hour.” He amends, already texting Nate.

Nate knocks on the door to the new condo you’re renting an hour and fifteen minutes later, sheepishly grinning when your dad tells him that you and your mom still need a few minutes. “Thought I had my timing perfect.”

Your dad snorts. “Oh buddy. Keep dreaming.”

He’s not too off on his timing, but unfortunately for Nate, you don’t have too much else going for you in your condo yet. Your dad had gotten your TV all set up, but in addition to the TV and living room furniture, you haven’t gotten much else, and that includes food and beverages. So the two of them sit in mostly silence while they wait another few minutes for you and your mom to finish getting ready.

“I told you that you should have just met us there.” You tell Nate, as he trips on a box on his way out the door.

“Oh, so this wasn’t deliberate sabotage?” He deadpans.

“You caught me. Just trying to keep you around the city full time until I have time to make better friends.”

Nate laughs, as the two of you follow your parents out the door. “Be nicer to me or I won’t introduce you to my friends.”

“Who said I want to be friends with your friends?”

“Children.” Your mom turns to look back at you and Nate smiles at her innocently, but it’s been a while since that’s fooled her. “Do we need to stay home?”

It serves to get the two of you moving, even as you laugh at her joke. Nate drives you to another one of his favorite restaurants, and dinner flies by, with Nate insisting on picking up the tab, even when your dad tries to fight him on it.

It’s started to cool down a little by the time you’re walking back toward the car, Nate and your dad still fake-fighting about paying for dinner, and you find yourself not realizing you’re smiling at the two of them as you walk behind them until your mom bumps your shoulder. “A few hours off for dinner with some good company was just what you needed.” She says.

And even though the smile on her face seems too knowing, you’re too tired to ask about it right now, so you just nod in agreement. “Yeah, this was nice.” You smile back at her.

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Mel Landeskog pokes her head around the corner and you wave at her, trying to catch her attention. “Jesus Christ.” She shakes her head. “I didn’t think he was serious.”

“I mean.” You bite your lip. “I did have to work today.”

“I would have picked you up!” She shakes her head, muttering under her breath, and you know Nate’s going to get an earful from her later. “But no, no. That dumbass just let you come all the way over here by yourself. Sends me a text to come meet you by the door. All casual.”

“I mean.” You send her a look. “Did you expect anything different from Nate?”

It’s the way she looks at you and sets her face that almost has you nervous for Nate. You’ve known Mel for a long time now, but really, you don’t know her from more than just years of NHL events. “I do now.” She says.

You hope Nate knew what he was getting himself into sending Mel a text to come find you earlier.

Once she leads you up into the box with some of the wives and kids, she’s back to smiling and laughing, making introductions all around. The mood all around is light and easy, everyone excited for the home opener of the season, and happy to be back with everyone again.

It’s fun to be back in this atmosphere. Hockey’s been a part of your life for so long and there’s truly nothing like the energy of the first game of the season. You feed off the energy, catching up with some familiar faces and chatting with all the other girls, probably too excited when they invite you to a girl’s night later in the week, but it feels good to have plans that don’t involve trying to invite yourself to Nate’s when you’re bored.

“Hey, good job tonight.” You nudge him afterwards, catching up with him in the family room.

He laughs, pulling you in for a hug. “A little different than what you were used to?”

“It lived up to the hype, I guess.”

“I’ll turn you from a Pens fan.” Nate promises.

It’s your turn to laugh. “Feel Sid’s wrath.”

“What’s he going to do? Check me into the boards? Bring it.”

Nate’s been hanging out with your brother and your family for years now, so he should really know better by now. “Okay, buddy.” You pat his shoulder patronizingly. “Sure.”

“I could take him.” Nate insists.

“Throw hands. Next game. I dare you.”

He side-eyes you, because you both know that’s not going to happen and it’s only a minute before you’re both laughing.

“I better see you on Friday!” Ashley Kadri shouts out to you as she’s walking past with Naz and Naylah, interrupting your laughter. “No excuses!”

“I’ll be there!” You call back. “Promise!”

When you look back, Nate’s pouting-exaggerated, albeit, but pouting. “Are you ditching me this Friday?”

“Yup. Found better company.”

“How dare you?” He cries. “There is no better company.”

“Well.” You shrug. “I’ll know for sure after happy hour on Friday.”

“Find your own ride home.” Nate says and then he starts speed walking away from you at an absurd speed.

“Nate!” You protest, jogging to catch up and he finally slows down enough for you to catch up when you round the corner, bumping your shoulder right back when you purposely bump into him in retaliation.

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No one lets loose like a group of moms when they’ve got a night without their kids.

Someone has mentioned this to you before, at a bachelorette party or a wedding or something, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen it really in action before until this happy hour.

“If the waitress comes back, order me another drink!” Kerry calls, before running off to the bathroom.

The waitress nods at her, before addressing the rest of you. “Another round?”

“Oh, please!” Mel nods quickly and repeatedly.

“Can we get a few more orders of mozzarella sticks too, please?” You look down at the empty plates in front of you. “And maybe some nachos too?”

“Yes!” Jackie lights up across from you. “Great call!”

It pretty much only goes downhill from there and by the end of the night, both Mel and Ashley are crying for reasons no one is sure of entirely and you’re pretty grateful to see Nate among the group of husbands and boyfriends to come to pick up all their girlfriends.

So grateful you scream his name the second you see him. “Nate!”

He winces, trying to pull his ear away from you, but he’s laughing. “Guess you had a good time, huh?”

“Uh huh!” You nod enthusiastically, not realizing how loud you are until he winces again.

Nate laughs. “Alright, I think it’s time to go home.”

You gasp loudly. “I can’t leave my new friends!”

“Your new friends are all leaving you!”

You frown, but look around and realize he’s right. Naz has already sneakily pulled Ashley out of the bar and Gabe and Erik were collecting Mel and Jackie’s things. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Nate parrots. “Come on, get your stuff, crazy girl.”

“Hey!” You protest, grabbing your purse. “I am the least crazy person in my family.”

“I hate to break it to you.” Nate says, as he guides you into standing. “But that’s not saying much.”

He’s right, but you bump him with your shoulder anyway as you walk past. That’s about sibling honor and shit.

Nate parked too far away and by the time you reach his car, you’re leaning on him, the adrenaline from hanging out with friends wearing off quickly. Nate’s nice about it, guiding you to his car and then helping you into his front seat before heading around to the driver’s side.

“You guys had a fun time then?” Nate says, once he’s started driving and you’re half asleep leaning against the window. “Looks like it at least.”

“Yeah.” You nod sleepily. “But you were right.”

He chuckles. “About what?”

“There’s no better company than you.”

-----

Nate becomes pretty clingy after that night, texting and facetiming whenever he’s out of town, and stopping by pretty much anytime he’s got a free minute. It quickly becomes something you look forward to, missing his visits when he’s out of town and looking forward to his calls, smiling when his texts come in and breaking up your work day. And it isn’t long before you realize that you’re being just the same. Sending him messages before and after games. Inviting yourself over for dinner and making Nate cheat on his diet.

In a blessed move from the NHL scheduling department, Sid and the rest of the Pens are scheduled to arrive in town on a Friday morning and aren’t leaving until the end of the weekend.

They have a practice scheduled for early afternoon, which is perfect for you to wrap up your work day before heading over to watch the end.

Geno lights up when he sees you watching from the glass, the first person to acknowledge you, and skating over in the middle of the drill, leaving behind two shocked linemates. “Mini!” He shouts cheerfully, even as you roll your eyes at your least favorite nickname. All because you happen to be the shortest of your siblings. “Great to see you.”

“You too, Geno.” You smile warmly at him, a little annoyed that you can’t get a giant bear hug from your favorite pseudo-older brother right away. “But I don’t think a few other people feel the same right now.” You jerk your chin back over his shoulder.

He turns his head quickly but then looks back. “Psh. They’ll get over it.”

You bust out laughing, which is right about when your brother comes over, and in classic Sid fashion, is all about hockey. “Stop being a distraction.”

“I was minding my own business until Geno came over here!” You protest, even as Geno starts laughing and Sid eyes you skeptically.

“Why don’t I believe that one?” Sid says dryly and sure, maybe you were making faces at some of the guys you knew well as they were passing you, but you weren’t actively being a distraction.

“That’s your prerogative.” You tell Sid, who shakes his head and pulls Geno back for the remainder of practice.

Practice doesn’t last for too much longer and you spend a few minutes chatting with the coaching staff while you wait for Sid to change. But he and Geno finally come out of the locker room and you stop mid-sentence to throw yourself at your brother.

Sid’s laughing and so are you, but both of you start laughing even harder when Geno pulls you both into his arms. “Two of my favorite people!”

“Taylor’s going to be so offended.” Kris grins, watching the three of you amused.

“Taylor?” You grin back at him, going for a hug once Geno releases you. “How about his wife and kid?”

“Those are my other favorite people.” Geno reasons.

“Now I’m offended.” Kappy deadpans.

“You’re not even close.” Geno grins, roughing his hair.

Kappy tries to get him right back, but Geno just swats his hand away and then Sid’s shaking his head, like this is just the same shit, different day. “Look what you did.”

You grin, leaning against him. ��Not sorry. I’ve missed this entertainment.”

Sid shakes his head. “Then you can round them up for dinner.”

You do. Easily.

Nate had suggested one of the team’s favorite restaurants and you’re happy to see that he’d accepted your invitation to join everyone, even if he rolls in a little late. You’re deep into Kris’ camera roll, looking at pictures of his kids and catching up on stories that you haven’t heard about them recently, so you don’t even notice he’s arrived and said hello already until he blows on the back of your neck.

You jump. “What the hell?”

Nate’s grinning. “Hey.”

You shake your head at him and bump your shoulders against him. “Hey.” You mimic and then turn right back to Kris.

But your shoulder stays leaning on Nate, and it remains there comfortably all night.

-----

Sid’s a little cranky when you first meet him for breakfast the morning after the game and you’re sure it has everything to do with the last minute turnover that cost them the game (and bragging rights over Nate this summer, which is really what he’s probably cranky about).

He gets over it pretty quickly though, and soon the two of you are laughing and talking, catching up about your family and your lives.

“-and I even love my office, the vibes are just great!”

Sid shakes his head. “Vibes.”

You grin. You know he hates that word. “Good vibes.” You confirm.

“So you’re liking Denver?”

“Love it.” You confirm, smiling.

“Meeting good people?”

You eye him skeptically. “Yes dad. I already said my coworkers are great and I’ve been hanging out with Nate and his friends a lot too. It’s good”

“Geno thinks there’s something going on between you and Nate.” Sid says casually.

The jump of your heart is far from casual. “Oh yeah?”

Sid eyes you but his response to that is surprising. “You know if there was something going on between you and Nate that would be okay?” He pauses, watching you again, but your face is completely neutral, purposely not moving. “Right?”

“You know if there was something going on between me and Nate that your opinion wouldn’t matter at all, right?”

He grins, laughing as he nods, but after he takes a bite of pancakes he says, “To you, yeah. To him, it does.”

“Why?” You blurt out, giving yourself away before you can stop yourself.

But Sid doesn’t say anything to that. He grins again and then changes the subject entirely.

-----

You only make it about a day before you’re knocking on Nate’s door, pretty forcefully.

“What’s up?” He swings the door open, with a frown. “You okay?”

“Does what my brother thinks really matter to you that much?” You blurt out. It’s been bothering you ever since Sid mentioned it at breakfast. That you lasted this long was probably a miracle.

Nate blushes and your jaw drops. “It-”

“Oh my god.” You grin delightedly. “Come on, really?”

“That’s not-” He blows out a frustrated sigh. “You’re really going to make me say it?”

You nod, but you’re pretty sure he’s not going to get far into what he’s going to say.

He sighs again. “It’s not about, like, his approval, or shit. It’s just- he’s important to you. So obviously he’s important to me-”

You kiss him.

“You know that you don’t even have to worry about that, right?” At some point, you’d slid one hand to his hip and the other arm around his neck, and the hand there plays with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I’ll argue about that with you later.” Nate says impatiently and so you’re laughing when he kisses you again.

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