#love how everyone’s like mate it’s fuckin YELLOW

[nicoscheer]

Just got on the tour bus x On our way to Europe buzzing to play for you, let's smash it x love MK

lol this is hilarious Matt and Amanda crying about meeting her the Grammys and her just casually commenting on Miles’ post🤣🤣 (aside from following the other)

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She´s back !!!

looking for the hottest vintage shops

[zekeluvr]

i,, i’m going through an eren brainrot rn and i was hoping if i could request a sub n very needy eren x f!reader. something along the lines of him pissing off the reader and she teases him to the max and eren’s just begginggg ; and then reader gets herself off without letting him release and he’s just cryinG AGGHHABA I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE <//3 ty have a nice day ≧ω≦

oh lord................................... i have to....................... think alot oh god,,, also college au bc head empty <333

vvv nsfw under the cut vvv

today has been so fucking stressful for you. class has not been treating you well and your asshole of a boyfriend has been acting more like an asshole than usual. you loved him, of course you did, but god did you wish he would shut his fucking mouth sometimes.

you often confided in your dorm-mate, ymir for advice, causing her to just laugh and nudge you with a: “sorry can’t relate, my girlfriend is basically an angel on earth.” to which you respond with a snicker and nudge her back.

you often wished you had what historia and ymir had between them with eren but he had a weird charm that had you fall for him in the first place. 

you had a free period sandwiched between two lessons of english literature. so, instead of going back to your dorm for a nap or to the nearest starbucks, you spent it in the library with a classmate of yours. she was quite standoffish when you first met her. a short blond who intimidated nearly everyone around her. 

you were one of the few lucky ones who were able to get close to her. the other two being a jock and his sidekick but more into that later. 

sighing as your phone buzzed against the wooden table, you saw the multiple notifications from eren pop up on screen. your eye twitched as you tried focusing on studying and annie let out a small chuckle at your reaction. 

“problem in paradise?” she mused, watching as you tensed for a second before letting out a deep breath.

“man, i don’t know.  i love eren but-” you were about to go on until annie kicked you under the desk, jutting her head towards the right. you furrowed your brows, looking behind you to see your boyfriend enter with his two friends.

“speak of the devil.”

“y/n.” eren smirked, taking a chair and spinning it around, sitting down with his legs on either side. his arms rested on the top of the back of the wooden chair. “whatcha doin’” his head cocked to the side to look at you, like a lost puppy.

his hair was slowly falling out of his bun, causing small strands to frame his face. you would be lying if you said he didn’t look ethereal.

“im studying, jaeger.” you let out, running a yellow highlighter along a few keywords, keeping your eyes on your textbook.

eren rolled his eyes in response, peering over the chair to take a look at your various notes before snorting. “fuckin’ nerd.” 

you threw a look over at him. could he not take anything seriously? “don’t you guys have somewhere to be maybe? like i don’t know, catching up with professor erwin?” annie spoke up, causing all of you to have a moment of shock. armin nodded, agreeing with her, tugging on eren’s hood.

“they’re trying to study, c’mon don’t bother them.”

mikasa was silent, giving you an apologising smile. 

“bother my own girlfriend? more likely than you think, but yeah, my brother will be on my ass if i miss another fucking meeting.” he sighs, giving you a playful two finger salute before rushing off with the other two. you slumped into your chair.

“sorry annie-” 

“just teach him a lesson or something, if you catch my drift.” she mumbles quickly, collecting her stuff. you look at her in surprise.

“what?” she snickers at your reaction, “im not a fucking virgin. time for class.” she mentions, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“good idea..” you mumble to yourself as she walks off, leaving you to your own thoughts. 

good idea indeed. 

and eren gave you just the perfect opportunity. he burst in with no knock, no indication he was coming over, nothing. 

ymir was spending the night at historia’s so you didn’t have to worry about that. 

“eren what the fuck have i told you about coming in unannounced? ymir could’ve been i dont know, getting it on with historia for all you know.” you looked over at him, smiling internally at how he remembered to take his shoes off before joining you on your bed. you were not about to have his dirty ass shoes on your clean bed.

“sorry but to be fair i did see ymir walk into historia’s dorm so i knew you were alone.” he steals your soda to take a sip of it before placing it back on the bedside table. 

annie’s words echoed in your head, causing you to jump into action. 

you threw yourself over him, straddling his waist as he straightened up, excitement flashing in his eyes at where the night was leading. your threw your arms over his shoulders, shuffling so that you purposefully pressed onto his bulge through his jeans. 

he moved forward to catch your lips but you ducked your head, kissing down his cheek and jaw, running your tongue along the skin. your continued down, relishing in the way his hips jutted up once you pressed your lips to that one spot on his neck. you bit and sucked, marking him as yours. 

eren’s hands rested at your hips, his fingers digging into your thin tank top. 

you spot ymir’s tie on the floor. perfect.

you climb off of him, a quizzical look painting his face as you picked it up along with one of your (clean) socks. the brunet seemed to put two and two together.

“ohhh is that what we’re doing huh baby?” he threw his jacket off along with his shirt, expecting you to stare. however, he got the opposite. you ignored his movements, simply binding his hands to the bed and the using the (CLEAN!!!) sock as a makeshift ballgag. 

you were impressed with yourself. taking your phone out to take a quick picture before tossing it away and getting to work.

“you’ve been such a bitch boy for the past few days. why?” you questioned him, enjoying how he struggled to form words with the cloth in his mouth.

“is it because you haven’t got your dick wet in a while? is that it?” you tease, slipping your clothes off, leaving you in your underwear and bra. his eyes trailed your form, every curve and beauty mark. he flicked his eyes from you to his pants, which had a much evident tent in them now. 

you gave a little bit of mercy, pulling his jeans off and dragging a palm over his boxers where his cock had already leaked with precum. after a few teasing presses, you give him the relief of taking off his boxers.

you took his dick in your hands, pumping it a few times. you swiped your tongue along the tip, causing him to shudder under you. you stepped out of your panties, letting them drop to the floor. his eyes took notice of your arousal dripping down your thighs. your finger toyed with your clit, spreading your legs for him to see, his cock twitching when you shoved a finger into your cunt. 

eren wanted nothing more than to shove his face between your thighs right now. to lap and lick at your juices as you moaned his name. he tugged at the binding, brows furrowing as his cock begged for attention. 

you giggled at his neediness, crawling over to him and hovering over his length before fulling sitting down on him. drool split out of his mouth, causing the cloth ti go damp. a dull moan escaping his throat.

you were so hot and tight around him and he couldn’t help but buck his hips upwards into yours. though he easily hit into your sensitive spot.

“holy fuck, you’re so fucking big fuck.” you cursed, lifting yourself before slamming down onto him, causing him to throw his head back at the feeling. the lewd sound of skin on skin echoed throughout your room and whoever walked past would definitely know what was going on. 

you continue fucking yourself on his cock, using your fingers to pinch at your clit. the sight alone could’ve made eren cum in you but it was nothing compared to how you creamed around him, your walls pulsing around him. he was literally about to fall off the edge, before you pulled off of him. his cock falling limp as a tiny drop of cum dribbled out of him. 

“wha fe hell!” he yelled through the fabric. you pulled the sock in his mouth down, letting him talk freely.

“please y/n! i want to cum! please let me cum!” eren begged, tugging on the bindings harder. “please fuck- i just wanna feel your pretty pussy please.” he pressed on further, causing the corners of your lips to curl up into a teasing smile. his eyes were glassy, tears falling with a single blink. long brown hair sticking to his damp forehead, messy on the pillow under his head. 

“sorry baby..” you threw on a hoodie, your panties and some shorts after cleaning yourself up. 

“maybe if you weren’t such a little bitchy boy, i would’ve let you cum.” you slid his boxers and jeans back on for him, zipping him up.

“now, you stay here, im gonna get us some pizza, yeah?” you pulled his hair into a bun and loosened the tie around his wrists slightly. 

you’ll untie them completely later, but for now, you wanted to have your fun. 

[lizzy-williams]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐏𝐭. 𝟐

🐺Warnings: Mentions of smut, mature themes, alpha/omega dynamic

🐺Masterlist

🐺Summary: It’s been a few months since the coffee shop events, and you and Tom are going steady. When you decide to go out to dinner as celebration for a work promotion, the waiter begins to flirt with you. When you two get home, he shows you who you truly belong to. Not to mention... it’s a full moon.

🐺Theme: (dream), Salvia Palth

🐺 A/N: Bruh one of the pics got cut off-

Thomas Stanley Holland was angry. No, he was livid. 

Tonight was supposed to be a proper date with his mate, a calming way to spend an evening, not getting worried about anything and everything else. By now, his bite mark had been healed, a delicate scar decorating her neck. 

That, coupled with her black evening dress, made her look so stunning, it made Tom’s chest swell with pride. That was his. She was his. 

But now, he was just pissed off, trying his hardest not to let his glowing gold eyes catch anyone’s attention. But there was only one person who noticed it, and thankfully it was the only person that understood. 

[y/n] was an understanding girl, especially when it came to territorial instincts that came with having a claimed mate. So when the waiter that was serving your table was getting a little too comfortable in your presence, you knew Tom would be agitated. 

She did your best to distance yourself from the flirty staff member, but it was hard when he was going to be serving you the rest of the night, and they hadn’t even ordered their entries yet. 

All Tom wanted to do was take her right on that table, showing that snobby waiter and the rest of the fucking restaurant who [y/n] truly belonged to. He wanted to rail into her as she let out the most perfect noises as he sucked hickeys on her neck, and made her cum so hard she cried, showing true dominance and-

“Tom,” [y/n] moved her chair closer to him at the table, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

His eyes snapped up, but softened as he looked at her reassuring smile and comforting expression as she leaned over and placed her head on his shoulder. 

“You know I’m yours,” she whispered in a tone only he could hear. 

Tom could already feel the tension roll off of his shoulders, knowing that even if there was an overly cocky waiter, [y/n] was faithful. He trusted her, their strong bond was not going to be broken by some douche with a bow-tie. 

“I’m sorry, tonight’s about you,” Tom looked over at her, gently kissing her nose, “We’re here to celebrate your promotion, darling,”

[y/n] gave a grateful smile, muttering a small ‘thank you’ before focusing on your expensive cocktail and appetizers. 

At first, everything was fine, and it was comfortable, [y/n] and Tom getting into conversation, talking about what was going on in their jobs, or how the rest of the Holland family was doing. 

But when the waiter came back, Tom tensed up slightly. 

“You ready to order?” he asked, whipping out his notepad and waiting for at least one of them to speak.

Tom was the first to order, hesitantly adding a tense ‘please’ at the end of his request. After all, he knew that [y/n] valued manners. He did it all for her. 

“And for you, beautiful?”

That motherfucker.

[y/n] cleared her throat, “Ma’am will be just fine with me thanks,” her voice was clipped in annoyance, not daring to look over at Tom, knowing that all the comfort she just gave him meant close to nothing now, Tom surely back to square one, like a child’s building blocks knocked down after building them up to satisfactory. 

After she gave her order, the waiter walked away, muttering ‘prude’ as he made his exit. 

The time to get their food was silent, partly because she didn’t want to disturb him, simply putting her arm around his waist, her free hand holding his as he held it back. 

Thankfully, a different waiter came to deliver their meals, which released tension that was being held within Tom like a caged animal. Almost literally. 

Finally, after he seemed to calm down a little, [y/n] tried to resume conversation and banter, and Tom reluctantly went along with it, soon restoring his hope of a pleasant night with his mate. 

Tom was grateful for her, really. She would do anything for him, and he knew it, and all that time she was looking out for him, comforting when he needed comforting. And he couldn’t help but silently gush as she went on about a subject that she was truly passionate about. 

And soon enough, the food was finally finished, the platers almost literally licked clean, everything cleared, and the couple knew that the dishwasher hidden in the back of the kitchen would be secretly grateful, their work getting cut down by half. 

Shit. He was back. 

And back he was, the flirty waiter returning with the check. Tom desperately tried to stay calm, tired of feeling like he wanted to rip the young man’s throat out. 

But what he was about to say pushed him passed the point of redemption. 

“I wrote my number on the check, darling,” he started, “you know, once you get tired of dealing with this man-child,”

Oh that was fuckin’ it. 

Tom didn’t care anymore, blinded by anger, he looked at the waiter with his vicious glowing yellow eyes, his jaw clenched. That coupled with his clenched fist made him look absolutely terrifying.

But before the waiter could flee in terror, Tom grabbed [y/n]’s jaw tightly before jerking her forward as she let out a whimper, forcing her mouth open. To assert dominance, he spit directly in her mouth before turning back to the bastard that really pushed him over the edge. 

He turned around, walking to the back of the restaurant, and if he had a tail, it would most certainly been between his legs. Tom couldn’t care less about the rest of the people around then, gawking at the two, shocked by the display of such a lewd act in the middle of a high-end Italian joint. 

Tom dug into his wallet, tossing two Benjamins on the table before grabbing her hand, guiding her out to the car, opening the door for her. Even if he was blinded by rage, he always found a way to still be a gentleman. 

The car ride home was dead silent, the sexual tension polluting the car, so thick it seemed as if one could cut it like butter. It took Tom everything not to swerve the the car to the side of the road, taking her right in the back seat, the smell of her arousal making him painfully hard. 

Oh, he was going to wreck her. 

As soon as they got back to the flat complex, he picked her up, carrying her to the elevator, not feeling like dragging her along like a wagon. Besides, he knew if he held her hand, he would probably break it. 

His keys violently jingled in his hand as he unlocked the door to his abode, and as soon as he heard a click, he waisted no time, going to his bedroom at almost an inhuman speed, throwing her on the bed, making her giggle, Tom letting out a growl in response, stripping so quickly he almost ripped his shirt. 

It thrilled [y/n] to think about all the ways he could ravage her, taking her anyway he pleased, knowing there was nothing in this world that could stop him from making her feel nothing but ecstasy. 

“You have no idea how much I wanted to take you right there on that table, love,” he started, undressing her with vigor, his body language wreaking of impatience, “You would like that, wouldn’t you? To have everyone watch as I took you on top of your pasta that cost me a shit-ton of money, huh?”

He teared her underwear off of her, unclasping the omega’s bra as she let out a whimper. Normally, she would have cared that her favorite pair of panties were now nothing but a scrap of cloth on the floor. But at the moment, she couldn’t care less, lust glaring her senses.

He paused, taking in the form of his mate’s nude body. No matter how many times he saw her like this, it was always like seeing her for the first time. God, she was fucking perfect. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his hand around his cock, giving a few jerks before returning to an unholy position on top of her. 

“Spitting in your mouth was the closest thing to heaven, darling,” he hovered over her, sucking and biting at all her sweet spots on her throat, growling and muttering dark and sinful nothings in her ear. 

“I’m not going to lie to you, bunny, I’m not really in the mood for much foreplay,” he admitted, “I can’t wait to watch my seed drip out of you,”

Before [y/n] could even respond, he had already lined himself up, sliding in, millimeter my millimeter, making sure she felt every vein and ridge of his aching cock that was caused by her and her alone. She made him like this, so it was only fair. 

As soon as he bottomed out, he stayed there, peppering soft kisses across her face, a stark contrast to his mood only seconds before, basically cockwarming as he waited patiently for her to adjust. No matter how many times he was inside her, it always felt as if he was tearing her in half like an axe does wood. 

Soon her small, nimble fingers made their way to his chestnut hair, tugging slightly as her fingernails lightly and gently grazed his scalp, signaling that she was ready for what was to come. 

Tom slowly pulled out, only to slide right back in, hanging onto every whimper and whine she made, noises that he was ready to hear for the rest of his life. It was a strong bond that they had, and even though he was getting ready to plow into her, he couldn’t help but place a soft kiss and muttering a soft ‘are you okay?’

To this, she gave a nod, “Please Tom, ruin me... show me who I belong to,” 

She most certainly didn’t need to repeat herself, Tom’s eyes returning to a dark lustful gold as he began to go harder without warning, which was exactly what his mate wanted. 

“This what you wanted?” he grunted, his pace progressing into swift and quick thrusts, “For your alpha to wreck you? Fuck you until you cried?”

“Y-Yes! Please Tommy, I-” she stuttered between moans, his pace never faltering. 

Suddenly, he yanked her to the edge of the bed, placing her legs over his shoulder as he stood, still inside her, soon resuming his pace, both of the pleasure they were feeling ten times more intense. 

Then, Tom made the mistake of looking down. He could see her stomach bulge with the outline of his cock, almost reaching her fucking guts. He almost came right then and there. 

“Can you feel me, darling? So fucking deep, you like that don’t you? When I rearrange your guts?” 

His words made [y/n] let out a loud whine, just thinking about the fact that he was buried inside her, she could feel him everywhere. It was just him. 

Him. Him. Him. 

Her coil tightened as she reached down, rubbing soft circles around her clit before Tom snatched her hand away, growling. 

“No touching what’s mine.” he slammed into her harder, “This cunt? It’s fucking mine, understand?”

“Y--Yes, Tom,” she muttered out, just barely loud enough for him to hear. 

“Who’s cunt is this?”

“Yours, T-Tommy,”

“Sorry, darling, couldn’t quite understand you,” he taunted, driving in at an inhuman pace, his supernatural abilities making his stamina and strength almost limitless, “Who’s cunt is this?”

“Yours Tommy!!” she cried out, not stuttering once as the coil in her core was tighter than ever, “Please, please Tommy, touch your cunt! Please, I’m so close!”

“Tell me I’m yours. Tell me I’m the only one,” he desperately pleaded, the need for validation the only thing that was holding him back from his release.

“Tommy, y-your mine, you’re the only one --oh god yes, you’re the only one”

And that was enough to get his fingers to rub on the small of her clit, making her cry out, the pleasure unmeasurable as she felt every part of him. 

“D-Don’t stop!” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,”

Finally, the coil inside her snapped like a whip, making her release the most pornographic moan she had ever let out, the neighbors most definitely wishing the complex had thicker walls. 

Feeling her tighten so harshly was what tipped Tom over, her mound squeezing him tightly, his seed spilling inside of her, the warm liquid coating her walls like paint as they road out each other’s highs, the both of them feeling as if they were floating. 

When Tom felt as if he could move again, he pulled out, stepping back to admire his masterpiece, watching as his seed spilled out of his perfect girl’s core like a waterfall, dripping onto the sheets, making him groan. It was almost enough to make him harden again.

He then helped [y/n] move vertically on the bed, plopping down right beside her as he did his best to catch his breath, the both of them basking in their love for each other. It was a beautiful, really.

“I want you to move in with me,” he finally said between pants, [y/n] stopping dead, looking over at her alpha. 

“Wh-what?” she stuttered, her cloudy post-orgasmic haze making her question whether or not she heard him right. She turned her body slowly, facing him as he continued. 

“I want you to live here. With me. I wanna be able to be with you, protect you. I love you so much, and I can’t think of anyone else I would want to live with. Besides, I wouldn’t mind this becoming a part of a nightly routine,” he wiggled his eyebrows playfully. 

“Yes. I would love to,” [y/n] finally replied after a dramatic pause. 

Tom smiled and pulled her in close, the two of them fitting together like puzzle pieces. He held her tightly, his hands rubbing up and down her back. 

“Mine,” he muttered into the crown of her head, breathing in her scent. 

“Yours.”

[theaviskullguy]

Ink and Petals

@dapple-dualies-propaganda here's the au

Tattoo artist! Rider x Florist! Goggles

hope you enjoy!

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When was it not busy at Squid ink?

It was one of the top Tattoo Parlors in Inkopolis. and it was also on a pretty busy street. So, it got a lot of customers. Also the fact that one of the artists was a famous turfer.

Rider hadn't formerly retired, but he had eased out of playing Turf Wars. He had found other interests outside of the sport: Theater, art, reviewing old movies online... He still did Turf from time to time, albeit the adult league. He was too old for the more popular teen division.

So, he found a job as a tattoo artist. And he rather loved it. Not only did most of his friends consult him for tattoo advice (from where the best places are to good designs), but he also knew some gossip. One of his regulars had beef with her neighbor because he has a pet raccoon who keeps stealing her trash and Rider could NOT wait to hear more about this story.

Another thing was, well, Rider had seen some shit. From people covered head to toe in tats, to people eagerly wanting their first tattoo, even to shyer folk who wanted one to defy controlling parents or to mark something important.

None of that prepared Rider for the news he got when tattooing one of the customers. More specifically, Gloves.

You see, Gloves had been coming in for the past few days. They had wanted a pretty complicated butterfly tat, so for the last 3 days Rider has been exchanging stories with the resident enby about... pretty much anything.

This is how this exchange happened;

"So you remember Goggles, right?" Gloves asked.

Rider rolled his eyes. "What, you think I'd forget the guy who kept pulling down my pants?"

"Oh ha ha. Anyways, apparently he works at that flower shop now."

"...He what?"

"You heard me!" They said. "I went there yesterday to get something for a project and there was Goggles! He misses you, 'ya know!"

Rider was just. quiet. He hadn't talked to his crush in a while, contact dwindled when Rider stopped doing Turf as much. Never once did he think Goggles would miss him, but that was probably the self hatred talking.

"...I'll think about it." Was all Rider said.

The conversation continued like nothing happen; Gloves saying multiple cursed things and Rider sharing interesting stories he heard on his job. Time flew by and soon, the tattoo was done; a butterfly with the bi colors on one wing and the nb colors on the other. Rider was quite proud of it, and Gloves seemed to like it. They waved, and left the store, humming to themselves.

Rider looked at the clock. His shift ended in just a few minutes. He knew he had no other appointments that day, so he took to watching old recorded matches in his phone.

Those were over a decade ago. Yet he still remembered everything. His favorite part was still learning he won a match by such a small margin. It was just... amazing.

He sighed. Rider missed those battles. But he has to say, he missed his crush a bit more.

He clocked out, saying goodbye to the other employee-Cherry (business relationships were easy to maintain when your coworkers were your siblings), and headed towards the flower shop for more reasons than one.

Army had a performance the next day. And yeah, Rider knew it was romantic, but platonically giving your best friend flowers was always nice. Plus, he wanted an excuse to see Goggles again.

He looked into the shop-the blue inkling was nowhere to be seen, but then again neither was the front desk. So, Rider shrugged and stepped in.

The floral scent was strong, but not overwhelming. Plenty of blossoms lined the stands, along with tags of what the flowers were and what they meant.

Rider looked around, trying to remember which flowers Army liked again, when he heard a familiar, youthful voice.

"Hi! Need any help?"

The inkling turned around. Goggles had definitely changed since Rider last saw him; his tentacles were longer and in an actual bun, for once. His blue eyes still had that clarity, and he still had that goofy smile. Though he didn't seem to recognize Rider.

"Uhh... I'll be fine. I'm just trying to remember what flower my friend likes the most." He said, hoping his accent didn't give him away; there weren't many in Inkopolis with an Australian accent.

But, Goggles didn't seem to notice or care. "Oh, okay!"

Rider internally breathed a sigh of relief. That would have been awkward if Goggles recognized him.

He looked around the shop, before spotting a bouquet of lilies. He knew Army liked lilies. If they weren't his favorite flower, it'd be close enough.

Rider took a few of the bigger ones, and a few white roses for variety, and took them to the counter.

Goggles smiled. "This a special occasion?"

"Not exactly. Just, my friend's doing a performance for a musical and I wanted to get him something for it." Rider explained.

"What musical?" Gogs asked, arranging the flowers with a sheer, white ribbon tying them together.

"Hadestown. He got Eurydice."

"Oh! I went to go see it last night! Army's amazing at that role. He's your friend, right?"

Rider internally panicked, but calmed down after remembering he wasn't Army's only friend. "Yeah. We've been friends for a while now."

"Well, tell him I said hi!" He handed the bouquet to Rider. "On me, alright? It's for a friend anyways!"

Rider nodded. "Thanks, mate."

"You're welcome!"

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A few weeks went by. Rider occasionally stopped at the flower shop and got flowers for...well, no real reason. He'd use them to add color to his house, or give them to friends. He just wanted an excuse to see Goggles.

He'd talked to the blue inkling a bit more, too. He'd gotten into the business since, well, he really liked flowers, and he wanted a job where he could just...relax! He still did Turf, of course, but the Adult league was more serious than the teen one, and he just wanted to have fun instead of be expected to take a game seriously.

He still didn't recognize Rider. The yellow-green inkling was a bit hurt by this, to be honest.

Though, it was a bit startling when Goggles actually walked into Rider's work. And Rider was assigned to give Goggles his first tattoo: A blue jay on his shoulder, taking off from a branch.

This time, it was Goggles' turn to ask questions as Rider worked.

"Sooo.... you've been coming into my shop for a while and I still don't know your name!" The blue inkling stated. "I mean, you can probably recognize me though!"

Rider shrugged. "Well, who can forget Goggles of the Idiot Blue team?"

Goggles giggled. "You do know me! I still don't know you!!"

"...I can assure you, we've met before that day I got Army flowers." Rider said.

"Ooh! Can I try and guess who you are?"

"Ehh, why not."

"Okay! Umm..." Goggles thought for a moment. "Clams facemask?"

Rider shook his head. "Nope."

"Inkfall?"

"Wrong."

"Eging Jr?"

"Not even close there."

"Stealth Goggles?"

"Getting closer, I'll give you that."

"....Rider?" Goggles asked.

Rider chuckled. "Took you long enough, idiot."

Goggles smiled wide. "I finally found you! Hi Riri!"

"Hey, Gogs. It's been a while."

"Yeah! I'm a bit surprised I didn't recognize you, since we were pretty close!" Goggles stated.

Rider shrugged. "Well, I'm not the most memorable person anyways."

"Riderrrrr don't say that!" Goggles said. "You're still really popular!"

"To some people, maybe. Not everyone."

There was a tense silence, other than the hum of the tattoo needle as it made the drawing.

"....So." Goggles started again. "How's life?"

"It's...well, better than it was." Rider said. "Got my own place, for one. Though it gets a bit lonely.. You?"

"I'm still living in an apartment. I really want a roommate!" Goggles proclaimed. "Maybe we could move in together?"

"..I'll think about it, Gogs. Though it might be fun being your roommate."

"Really? Thanks Rider!" Goggled smiled.

The conversation grew more casual. Rider enjoyed it; turns out Goggles had his fair share of gossip. It was kinda cool.

And as the next few days passed, Rider looked forward to each of those sessions. His crush seemed to go from "this person would be fun to date i think" to "hOLY MOTHER OF THE GODS IM IN L O V E", and it didn't help that during those meetings, Goggles had to be shirtless.

The days turned into weeks and months. Goggles moved in with Rider, and the two became incredibly close friends.

And, it came to a head near valentines day. Goggles' shop was very busy, as expected. Luckily, Squid Ink wasn't as much.

So, on his day off, just before Valentines, Rider headed to the flower shop and got a bouquet of roses. Cliché to confess on Valentines day, Rider knew, but he's a pining gay cut him some slack.

And Rider came home right as Goggles was leaving for his shift. So, that left Rider with a good 3 hours to practice his confession.

"Alright, Rider. This has to be CASUAL. 'Hey, I've liked you for over a decade but just now had the confidence to confess!' No, too creepy sounding. 'Yo, Gogs. I really like you and maybe we could go out to dinner sometimes?' ...Too casual."

....Yeah, this went on for a while.

Rider groaned, collapsing his his bed. "I wish feelings were fucking easier...I should just call Army."

So, he grabbed his phone and selected the contact, Veronica Sawyer Kinnie

"C'mon, Army... pick up."

And not one ring later, "Rider, what is it?"

"...I need romantic help. Please." Rider asked.

"Look, just because I'm married to Aloha, doesn't mean I know how I ended up here."

"Yeah, I kinda know that." He stated. "Still. I really need some help."

Army sighed. "Who is it? It's totally that one person with the raccoon story-"

"Actually, no. It's, um.... It's Goggles."

The octoling on the other end of the line could be heard sighing. "Still a morosexual I see."

"OI! You're the one who married a fuckin himbo!"

".....Touché. Still, there's a difference."

Rider huffed. "Just... give me some advice. I wanna confess to him tomorrow but I've got no idea how. I'm giving him roses, but like, there's gotta be something more I could do, y'know?"

"Have you tried asking Prince?" Army suggested. "He is the one with the obsession with rom coms and romance novels."

"This is his exam period, Army. I'm not about to potentially interrupt a cram session by asking for romantic advice!"

"Fair enough. I'd say...well, just rip off the band aid. Like... 'Hey, Goggles, I really like you and was wondering if you'd like to be my boyfriend.'"

"...Thanks, Arm. I'll, uh, give it a try."

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Rider couldn't sleep that well. Mainly out of anticipation.

He was gonna confess to his crush of...over a decade, at least. He didn't fuckin know what was gonna happen!

Like, would Goggles reciprocate? Would he hate Rider after it? WHAT THE FUCK WOULD HAPPEN-

He sighed. He needed to get his mind off this shit.

Rider looked over to his bedside clock: 5AM. 5 hours before his shift. 5 hours to get his shit together and plan for confessing to the world's cutest but also dumbest man later that night.

C'mon, Rider. Think. Army said to rip it off like a band aid, but Goggles might find that a little sudden and out of the blue. He could write a letter and leave it for Goggles when he went to his shift (The flower shop was closed on Valentines day). That would be a safe option.

Rider sat up, and got out a piece of paper and pencil, writing a note.

"Hey, Goggles.

There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while. I really, really like you. As in, a crush.

I totally get it if you don't like me back, or think I'm weird, but hey, I was wondering if you'd wanna go out to dinner or something. Probably not tonight cause of Valentine's day but maybe tomorrow night or something.

-Rider"

Quickly, he folded it and wrote Goggles' name, putting a little heart sticker on it. It was corny, but hey, Rider had to use up those stickers somehow.

Rider attached it to the roses, and kept it on his desk.

And so, the morning went as normal. He had breakfast, got out of his pjs, put his hair up... the usual.

But as Rider left to go to work, he left the note and rose on the table, and left the house quickly.

During the day, he nearly forgotten all about it; He caught up with the gossip-Apparently the neighbor with the raccoon and the regular were now dating. So that was a nice little end to the story.

Squid Ink wasn't AS busy-probably because it was Valentines day, people were spending it with their lovers, not getting inked up (unless they made the appointment when single)

And it was near the end of Rider's shift when he heard his name mentioned. Probably someone making an appointment before he heard the familiar voice of Goggles going "Okay!!"

The blue inkling walked over to his station. "Hi Ridey!!"

"...Hey, Gogs. Getting another tat?" Rider asked, trying to keep his cool.

Goggles nodded. "Yeah!!!"

"A'ight anything specific in mind or-"

"Can I get just a simple quote one?"

Rider nodded. "Where do you want it?"

Goggles pulled down the collar of his shirt slightly. "Right here, please!"

"Okay. Just try to keep holding that down so I don't mess up.

-----

And so, tattoo conversations ensued.

The quote Goggles had wanted was a simple Pride one, that said "love is love". It was discreet, but a bit of it could be seen poking out if Goggles ever wore a v-neck.

"So, any plans for tonight?" Rider asked, trying to keep things subtle. Maybe Goggles hadn't read the note yet.

The blue inkling nodded. "Kinda! I had mental plans buuuuut nothing serious."

Rider raised an eyebrow. "Who with?"

"..I m-mean, I still have to ask him.." Goggles' face turned a shade of blue, and he averted his gaze.

"....Can I guess who he is?"

"If ya can!"

He smiled. "Does his name have an R in it?" Rider had a guess it was himself, but it wouldn't hurt to check.

Goggles nodded. "Yeah!"

"Got an accent?"

"Yep!!"

"Is he doing your tattoo?"

"....y-yeah?" Goggles sheepishly smiled. "I'm n-not that discreet, am I?"

Rider chuckled, but on the inside he was screeching. "Honestly? I had no clue myself."

"Really? I've been dropping the most obvious hints!"

"...Like what?" Rider asked, now a bit curious.

"Welllll I've been picking movies you like during movie night, I've made sure to get your drink on coffee runs, Oh! And I offered to cook dinner that one time!" Goggles stated.

"...Damn. I'm just oblivious then." The former dynamo user laughed, before turning off the needle. "There. It's all done." Rider held up a mirror for the blue boy.

Goggles' face lit up. "Whoa! It looks amazing!!! Thanks Riri!"

Rider smiled. "You're welcome. Now, uh, ...did you read my note?"

"..Y-yeah, I did. And, um...I like you too Rider!!" The blue man pressed a small, quick kiss to Rider's cheek.

Rider blushed. "S-so, you'll let me t-take you out?"

Goggles nodded. "Yeah!!!"

"I...thanks, Gogs."

"You're welcome Riri!!!"

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aAAAAA RUSHED END

but like. hope yall enjoy!

[imagine-that-one-thing]

Hey bub!! I love your writing. I don’t know if your taking any requests or anything but if you are, it would be really cute if you did a little something about Harry and his 2 year old little girl going to a cookout for 4th of July. They could go over and spend time with Anne and Gemma have a little pool party and bbq. His little girl throw a couple tantrums and put her in timeout and threaten her with “if you don’t behave y’ going inside” and also have Harry buy them matching clothes and bathing suits. I know it’s late since the 4th was a couple days ago but I just thought it would be really cute. And also I don’t know if the UK celebrates the 4th at all (sorry if they don’t, I’m not from there and I’m not really smart with other counties lol)

Hello, there!

The UK doesn't celebrate the 4th of July. It's just an American thing unless they wish to celebrate just for the fun of it. I have been in the US for a few 4th of July's, and it's pretty fun, but other countries don't celebrate it. I tried this piece of writing, but I have a headache, and I am tired, but I wanted to answer this as soon as I saw it.

With the chaos with everything going on, Harry had no intentions of travelling back to Europe any time soon. On the contrary, he liked the idea of not lugging his two-year-old through airports and on a long haul back to England. But, with his wife back and forth from New York to LA and both of them constantly flying, he decided that travelling for one of the busiest holidays was not the smartest of ideas.

Harry watches her in the rearview mirror, her little hands tugging at her little converse that she refuses to want to keep on. Of all the things for her to fight him on, she wanted to choose the shoes this morning. She doesn't care to fight him on the little red bow in her hair or the fact he promised his wife that he would make sure to wear the matching shirts she had sent. He isn't sure what it is about her tradition of wearing matching shirts and American apparel, but he won't question it. His wife may be stuck working, but her every wish is his command. "Why you playin' with your shoes?" Harry questions, his daughters instantly looking up at him, her lips falling into a pout, shaking her head at him. "Gotta keep 'em on until we get to your Aunt Gemma's, just a few more minutes," Harry encourages, watching as she narrows her eyes but quickly lets go of her shoes with a heavy huff. If anything, his daughter got from his wife. It was most definitely her sass and attitude. His daughter did not get her obedience from him. Harry chuckles to himself, shaking his head and continuing to drive.

Reaching his sister's house, he pulls into the driveway and turns to look into the back seat, "Now, darling, promise to be good?"

His daughter nods her head with a sweet little smile, "Yes, Daddy," she agrees, "But no shoes?" She questions, gesturing towards her shoes, causing Harry to sigh heavily. He knows she is going to bug him about the damn shoes until he gives in.

Harry hops out of the car and opens the back door, leaning in and unclipping his daughter from her seat, "Come on, lovely," Harry grins, taking her out from her car seat and placing her down, her little shoes hitting the hot concrete, the LA sun already scorching as it shines in the early morning. Harry turns back around, reaching in to grab the bag of all the essentials, spare clothes, spare bottles, anything he could think of that he may need. As much as his sister loves her niece, Harry knows that she has not had the time to buy toddler items for her niece in her prompt move to the US. "Hey, hey, no running off-" Harry begins, noticing his daughter hurrying off. He goes to scold her but stops when she sees her running into his mother's arms. "Goin' to give me a fuckin' heart attack one day," Harry mutters to himself, taking a breath to calm down. He is always on edge when her little legs take off.

"Oh, my darling, hello!" He hears his mother's gracious voice sound as she holds her grandaughter tightly, "Almost got yourself in trouble as always," Harry's mother chuckles, stepping closer to Harry.

"You got that right," Harry responds, offering his mother a small smile, "Hi, Mum," he greets, kissing her cheek before placing a small hat on his daughter, "Glad you made it in safely. How was your flight?" Harry asks.

"Quite lovely, not as crowded as I expected. Your sister has been here for a week and is going to burn her house down. She has the BBQ going..." Anne trails off.

Harry laughs, "Is that why I can smell charcoal?" ... "No need to worry. Your favourite son is here to save the day." Harry closes his car door, "Y/N sends her love. But, unfortunately, she couldn't get a flight out in time," Harry sighs, his lips turning into a frown for a brief moment.

"I know, she called me earlier. I told her I would fly out to visit her next week."

"Wow, okay, I see how it is," Harry chuckles, "Don't plan to visit me but will fly to my wife, got it," Harry gently nudges his mum, purposely teasing her.

***

Harry spent the morning in the pool, throwing his daughter around in the crystal clear pool water, her giggle filling the space around them. He had wanted to swim with her before the pool became too crowded for her. He knows she'd get anxious and overwhelmed, so it was only fair to give her a swim before the chaos.

With a dry towel wrapped around her body and her little fourth of July bathing suit, her hair falls around her face, her lips pouting as she subtly stomps her little feet, "But Daddy," she whines, not pleased with the fact she has to get out to reapply sunscreen.

She has been on her best behaviour until now, and Harry has to be the bad guy for a good reason.

"If ye' don't behave yourself, you're going to go inside and sit in time out," Harry softly informs his stubborn daughter, "Now, we can put your sunscreen on and wait for a little and go back in the pool, or we can go sit inside."

"Aunt Gemma no have a time out chair," his daughter responds.

"I will find one, darling," Harry responds, trying not to laugh at her comment, "So, pool or time out?"

"Pool," she mumbles, dropping her arms in defence and giving into Harry's demand for a quick sunscreen break.

"Good decision. Do want a juice?" Harry offers as he picks her up and carries her away from the edge of the pool. "Aunt Gemma has your favourite," Harry grins, doing his best to keep his daughter hydrated without having to fight her on it.

"Orange?"

"Of course," Harry responds, stepping inside the house, "If you ask nicely, she might give you some," Harry continues, placing her little feet down, adjusting her towel before gesturing for her to head to his sister.

***

Harry stands in the backyard with a beer in his hand, a few mutual friends' of him and his sister talking with him as he grills on the BBQ, ultimately taking it over like a typical Dad. He knew if he left it to his sister, everyone would be eating burned food and God knows what else. "Mate, we need to start our tequila label. We would have a good brew."

Harry chuckles, "Oi, I told you that the last time I had too much to drink, and you told me I was bonkers."

Niall shrugs, taking a sip of his beer, "Well, I was not in the right state of mind."

"Whatever," Harry shakes his head, "Did you watch the game?"

"Of course, I did. Did you?"

"No, my cable provider here doesn't play it," Harry huffs, "Had to listen on my phone and missed it all."

Before Niall can reply, they both hear the little whines that are all too familiar. He turns his head and finds the little girl with brown curls looking around, looking lost as she tries to find whoever she is looking for. "Over here, sweetheart," Harry calls, already beginning to walk towards her. He reaches her and picks her up, holding her on his hip, "What's the matter?" he questions as she wipes away a few tears. He can tell she is overwhelmed with her eyes darting around everywhere, her heart beating fast.

"I want Mummy," she sniffles, "Aunt Gemma left, and I no know where she went," she spits out through sniffles, burying herself into Harry's neck.

Harry sighs and caresses his hand to her back, "I know, we will see Mummy soon. I am sure Aunt Gemma is around somewhere," he assures her, "Come on, let's go inside for a minute," Harry whispers, passing the BBQ duty off to Niall, gesturing his head to the house, and Niall nods.

Harry takes his daughter inside, the cool air whispering around them as he passes a few friends and walks down the hallway, finding his sisters room and sitting on the edge of the bed. He massages his daughter's back, holding her close and adjusting her legs to be more comfortable. "Sleepy, hmm?" Harry softly challenges, starting to rock her slightly. She mumbles something inaudible, and he smiles to himself, "Sweet dreams, my darling," he whispers, beginning to softly hum, rocking her to sleep like he always does, no matter where or when.

The bedroom door slowly creaks open, and Harry flicks his eyes towards the door. "Sorry," he whispers as his sister walks in. "Didn't mean to take your room but figured it would be the quietest," Harry informs his sister, guilt settling in as he realises he didn't bother to tell her he would be in her private space.

"Shh," she shakes her head, "I don't care, brought her blanket," she holds up the small yellow blanket that his daughter loves, carefully placing it over her petite body.

Harry continues to rock his little girl, looking down at her as she peacefully sleeps. In his arms, he holds his pride and joy. No matter how many times she tests his patience and takes her shoes off, the little girl is everything to him. He'd drop everything for her in the blink of an eye, no matter what time of day it is. Outside, the other adults are having the time of their life, drinking beer, eating some good American food, and celebrating the occasion. Harry wouldn't want to be anywhere else but holding his little angel and watching her sleep, making sure she feels safe and secure.

[jimmymcgools]

Can you do a directors cut for they pay me a golden treasure?

hi! this has been in my ask box for like two weeks! i'm so sorry! my brain broke and i forgot how to think about things!

i'm glad you asked for this one, thank you so much 🙏 i'd had the first ~500 words of this sitting in a google doc for so long -- i was originally thinking of posting after i finished slip and fall season. but then my brain did that thing where i wanted everything to be exactly perfect and i kept working and overworking the first few paragraphs until way too much gluten had formed in the dough and it was chewy and terrible.

but then i took a step back and just tried to write a thing that captured all the little interesting ideas i wanted to include, and that helped me get the ball rolling.

commentary below! 💖

Two points of pressure weigh down his shoulders, as heavy as the bags of cash had been—heavier, even. It feels like he has two hands locked on either side of his neck. He can feel the man who owns the hands standing behind him, and he can hear the echo of the word wife.

this idea was one of the first things that made me want to write this oneshot -- linking this physical sensation of carrying the bags with this metaphorical way he feels lalo's control over him.

He swallows. His mouth is tacky with a sugary layer of Gatorade.

i wanted the whole thing to hopefully be SUPER sensory and way deep in jimmy's head. and this is the kinda shit that takes me longer than it should to remember. sometimes i have to just sit and think through every part of my body as if i'm in that situation and see if anything good leaps out.

He’s just standing there outside the apartment and his arms are so heavy and his shoulders are so heavy and his head is so heavy he feels as if he’s going to fall right through the ground, as if he’s going to plummet into the earth before she can even open the door.

this is one of the sentences that previously died to being overworked. i kept changing it and changing it until eventually i looked back at my very first version, which was more brainstormy note than intended prose, and i thought it was better than anything else i'd managed. so i used that!

There’s a bang and his eyes snap open. The door is widening to a square of light and his hands are in front of his chest, curling into balls.

this part is a reverse of the previous example, though! here i kept an earlier version for a while, something that started like "The door opens with a bang etc etc" and then i realised it DID need more work, it needed to be more in jimmy's head and not tell the reader exactly what was happening in the first three words.

A square of light—sand and sky and space blankets—and then she’s there, silhouetted against the white, and he takes— —one step, then the next, then the next— —through the bright doorway.

fuckin' love an em dash, mate

His legs, having delivered him here, to this final glowing space, give up.

another one of the ideas i was very excited about for this one-shot was comparing kim to the golden glowstick he holds that night in the desert! i always think about it when i watch that scene!

here's my first shot at making the comparison -- this final glowing space. for a while i wanted to include the memory of him holding that glowstick right here, so that people might link it with him holding her in the entryway, but it didn't work with the pace.

Her voice sounds like it’s coming down a long phone line, traveling through thousands and thousands of copper-lined miles. Crackling and cracking.

i'm a self indulgent lil shit so i put some references to my other fic in here. hopefully if youve read acb, this specific description makes you think of baby kim and jimmy talking softly on the phone at night.

Kim’s fingers are razors in his hair, crushing his head close against her shoulder.

another metaphor from early acb used here, which in itself is a reference to a song by the national, of course. all my fics are just a bunch of national songs stacked inside a trenchcoat

As soon as his chest touches hers, he’s clawing with tight fists at her back, holding her faster and faster, like he’s scrabbling for purchase over screaming dirt

i loved the idea of drawing all these parallels between the desert experience and his experience here. it makes me think of the split-screen opening. jimmy's dry tongue sticking to his mouth is like him trying to say the first part of kim's name. the way he hugs her is like the way he scrambles towards the esteem.

it's all entwined forever now.

From down the long crackling line, she says his name again. Jimmy. He almost can’t hear it. Jimmy.

god, i'm such a writing nerd and i love thinking about writing so much and it's like -- what does not having his name in speech marks add here? in my head it adds so much. is it real, is she really saying it? is he just thinking it? yet he says he almost can't hear it. somehow not having the speech marks also makes it feel far away to me. intangible. if she's really saying it, it doesn't feel real anymore.

i love writing!!!!

“Hey,” Kim says, her voice quiet, her eyes locked on his. The dry skin on his lips stretches with his smile. “Hey.”

would die for these two softly exchanging "hey"s.

It’s good to be close because he knows there’s something horrible trapped between their chests. Something he can feel running warmly down his white and unblemished t-shirt.

jimmy brushing his hand over the spot as they sit together on the sofa.

Like he’s something that might burn her, or something that might break. Or both—like he’s fragile and electrified.

i kind of want to do more with this duality at some point. i think they both feel this about the other. that they could burn them or be burned by them.

He wants her to cradle his cheeks the same way she always does, or stroke her thumbs over his mouth, or curl her fingers around his ears, but she doesn’t. She just holds him in her fingertips. Like water in her hands, he thinks.

more of that wild self-indulgency, but god i couldnt resist linking this moment with the first time they makeout in acb:

"Then she pulls back, breathing heavily, looking down at him. She frames his face with her hands. Gasping for breath, staring up at Kim from between her palms, Jimmy feels like she’s the only thing holding him together. Like he’s water in her hands."

the only thing holding him together.

the ", he thinks." i added in the one-shot makes me feel like jimmy's making the link too, not just me as the writer.

The apartment smells of smoke. Another thing he’s dragged with him over the threshold from the desert: one hundred thousand dollars in cash and the word wife and the smell of dust burning beneath a high sun.

of course, it smells of smoke because kim's been smoking inside, but jimmy doesn't know that

Boxers picked up and then put down in almost the same spot on the bathroom floor.

this moment always gets me. these actors are incredible. there's so much goddamn emotion in one little action.

In his hand now, the ache of a yellow glowstick. The edges of his fingers are made red with it, and his skin and bones and all the gaps between the different parts of himself are marked out with the light. He’s awake, and the yellow stick is fragile in his grasp. Glowing through the cold and the dark. Burning a ghost on his retinas. His suit jacket is thin above him, a loose sheet. The desert is loud with lizards and wind and tires wheeling over dirt roads. The glowstick is golden.

and now finally i get to this glowstick moment. i'm really proud of how i executed this paragraph. it's the writing nerd in me again. i love what the present tense does to it. to me, it makes it feel eternal, ongoing. this is how i felt okay about not setting up the glowstick thing earlier. this paragraph makes me feel like jimmy's been thinking about this the entire time.

all the gaps between the different parts of himself are marked out with the light

also the thought of like... jimmy sitting awake in the desert thinking about the jimmy vs saul of it all.

Burning a ghost on his retinas.

"Did I dream it or did I have $1,600,000 on my desk in cash? When I close my eyes, I can still see it. It's burned into my retinas like I was staring into the sun."

Kim’s face is warm against his spine. Her heartbeat seems to pulse through his skin.

more of my stolen acb lines, this from the final chapter:

"He can feel her breathing, her knees pressed up close behind his, her chest against his back. Her heartbeat seems to pulse through his skin. If he didn’t know better, he’d feel like the Sandias, like a line of protection between her and the world."

When he closes his eyes, he’s walking, he’s still walking.

returning to the first sentence here gave it all a terrifying feeling to me. like -- does jimmy feel like this moment of getting home is the dream? this looping dream?

thank you so much to everyone who read this one-shot, by the way! i was super nervous about tackling canon times, and everyone's messages have been so reassuring. i really appreciate it 💖

[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Eighty

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Harry goes to work the next day and Isaac practically leaps into his arms. Harry chuckles and hugs him back.

“Please, don’t ever leave for two weeks again. We missed you too much.” He pouts.

“Sorry, mate.” He smiles. “Where’s Mariah?”

“She’s coming in at noon. She’s had so many early appointments, she blocked herself off to sleep in a bit.” Harry hums his response. “Your first will be here in an hour.”

“Perfect, thanks.”

“So you had a good trip?”

“Mhm, it was great. I wish Y/N could’ve stayed the whole time. We had so much fun together.”

“She came in to see us.”

“She told me.” Isaac grins at him. “What?”

“So…we can really go on a double date when you all get back?”

“Yes.” He sighs. “We can all go on a double date.” Isaac hands Harry his coffee.

“Thanks, I just need to get settled upstairs and then I’ll come down to chat. Got lots of pictures to show yeh.”

Isaac nods and sits back at his desk. Harry goes up to his office and rifles through his bag for your engagement ring. He unlocks his desk drawer and puts it inside. He locks it back up and checks a few emails. He forwards a ton of things to Isaac for him to take care of, and goes back downstairs.

“What did she tell you about Seth, exactly?” Harry asks, leaning on Isaac’s desk.

“She told me what he does for work, and that he’s really very sweet.”

“And it’s not weird for her to be setting him up with you?”

“She seemed really unbothered, like I literally think it was just a sex thing between friends, Harry.” He nods. “You’re not seriously jealous are you?”

“It’s not jealousy.” He fidgets with some of the pens on the desk. “It’s more like…unease. Like why is he coming back into her life now?”

“Timing is a funny thing sometimes.”

“What would you wanna do for a date?”

“Drinks could be fun, don’t you think? Something casual.”

“We could go to that adult arcade. Y/N and I went there on our second date, it was fun. The food was pretty decent too.”

“That would be fun! Nice way to beat the heat too.” Harry nods. “You’d do anything for her, wouldn’t you?” He laughs.

“You have no idea.”

“Is that why you walk funny sometimes?” Harry’s cheeks heat up. “Like this morning.”

“Isaac, I don’t know what you’re gettin’ at, but-“

“Relax, I won’t say anything to anyone.”

“About what?!” Isaac gives him a knowing look. “How, how could you possibly-“

“Sweetheart, please, don’t insult me. I know what it looks like the day after some good railing.”

“Jesus Christ.” Harry runs his hands over his face.

“Like I said, I won’t say anything.”

“You know, it’s not like…I mean…she…”

“H, it’s okay, we all like different things.”

“The thing is I don’t think I’d like it if anyone else did it…it’s just something about her doin’ it.”

“You know, there are certain ways to stretch beforehand so it’s not so obvious afterwards.” Harry rolls his eyes at him. “Just speaking from experience.”

“Thanks, mate.”

Harry’s first appointment comes in, a girl and her mother.

“Hi, you must be Rebecca, here for your senior portraits?”

“Yes.” She smiles and look at Harry.

“We’re gonnna go across the street to the park.” He says to her with a smile.

//

Harry has lunch outside with Isaac later that day.

“I really appreciate you blockin’ my calendar so I actually have time to eat.”

“Please, I do it for myself and Mariah. You get so hangry when you don’t eat.” He laughs. “Does Y/N make your lunch? It always looks so good.”

“We take turns meal preppin’, but she’s usually the one to pack it. She leaves me these little notes, it’s cute.”

“You guys are such a cute couple. I hope I have that some day.” Harry puts his hand on his shoulder.

“You will.” He smiles.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

“How did you know you were in love with Y/N?”

“Oh god, well, we went on this weekend away together up in New Hampshire, like, really early on. Think we had only been together a couple of months, maybe three. I took this picture of her while we were walking along this trails…” He takes his phone out. The lock screen was a picture of the two of and Buster from your trip to Castle Island. His wallpaper was the picture of you from the trip. “See?” Isaac looks at it and smiles. “When I look down at the picture and back up to her, I was like, holy shit. You know?”

“Had you ever been in love before?”

“No.”

“Never?”

“Never…I mean I had a high school sweetheart, and ‘loved’ her, but that wasn’t real, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“She realized she was in love with me that weekend too.” He smiles.

“How did you say it to each other?”

“Over a fuckin’ fight on the phone.”

“You’re kidding!”

“I wish.” He scoffs. “We had gotten into this thing, it was her fault, and she went home. She called me hours later cryin’, and then she said she loved me.”

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t think I heard her correctly at first, but I did. And I told her I loved her too, and rushed over to her place, and then we said it in person.”

“God, that’s so romantic.” He laughs.

“I guess.” He takes a sip of his water. “You know, I’ve had girls tell me they were in love with me before, and it never meant anything to me. But when she said it, I was all consumed. She had me.”

“What was it about her?”

“What wasn’t it?! She’s insanely beautiful, smart, funny, and she’s so genuine. She’s a good person, Isaac. She’s not always great at expressing certain things, but she makes up for it in other ways. Like, she just takes really good care of me.”

“How so?”

“She does all of my laundry. She folds it all for me, puts it away, irons it, hangs it up. She washes all the towels too. I have no idea when she washes the sheets, but they’re always fresh. She restocks my shampoo and bodywash, she makes me breakfast every single morning, packs up my lunches…”

“Sounds like your mother.” He laughs.

“My mum didn’t do all that for me. Well she did, but once I got old enough to do it myself, I did. I haven’t needed her to do any of those things. She just does them. She’ll even text me to ask if I’ve eaten. She jumps at the chance to help me with whatever I need. She’s amazing.”

“I hope someone talks about me some day like this.”

“Who knows, maybe Seth will be your Y/N.” He nudges Isaac’s shoulder.

//

“We feel like we haven’t seen you in forever.” Kate says to you as you plop down on the couch in your apartment.

“Same could be said for you.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“I have a boyfriend.”

“And I have a friend.”

“Yeah, that let get in there balls deep whenever he wants.”

“Hell fucking yeah I do, and it’s not just whenever he wants, it’s when I want too.” She sits down next to you. “And we don’t always meet up to hook up, sometimes we just hang out as friends. We cook together, in fact, I’m going over for dinner tonight. I think we’re making meatballs.”

“You were just there…”

“For sex.”

“Are you sure he’s not falling into the boyfriend category?”

“Positive.”

“So you’ll come out with us for girl’s night tonight then? After your little dinner?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it, Kate.”

//

The idea that this would be your first birthday without Kate in years was starting to get to you. But you knew you’d be just fine without her. You had started packing somethings on Wednesday evening. You’d all be going down to the Cape on Thursday evening to beat some of the traffic.

Harry gets home from work and gives you a big hug and kiss. He takes Buster out quick and then joins you in the bedroom to help you pack.

“You’re in a good mood.” You say, kissing him for the millionth time since he’s been through the door.

“Just had a nice day with Isaac is all. Mariah came in after lunch so he and I got to have some one on one time.”

“Oh good.” You sigh at the mound of clothes on your bed. “Let’s start with the swim suits. I’d like to bring a few.”

“Ohhhh, look at these bottoms.” He holds up a thong style bathing suit bottom. “Didn’t know you had this.”

“It’s for tanning.” You snatch it from him.

“I think you should bring it with you.”

“Oh, you want everyone to see my bare ass? Okay.”

He snatches it back from you.

“Nevermind.” You start laughing and shake your head. “What about this one?” He holds up a bright orange, strapless bikini top.

“Yeah, I like that one…I could just bring a pair of black bottoms and mix and match the tops. I’d rather save room for my dresses and stuff. What are you bringing?”

“Got my yellow trunks.”

“Are those the only trunks you have?”

“Uhhh, got a pair of purple ones too. I just prefer the yellow. Let’s look at your sundresses, what vibe are you goin’ for?” You both step to your closet and furrow your brows.

“I don’t know…oh! I have this coral, teal sparkly dress I’m wearing on my actual birthday. See?” You pull out a short, strapless dress. “I even have the heels to match. I wanna wear shorts too. I have a few tube tops, lots of crop tops…”

“It’s your birthday, pack what you want so you have options. No one’s gonna judge if you back heavy. Four nights is a lot to pack for anyways.”

“True.”

“Tell me again why all the girls are drivin’ together, and Niall and I are drivin’ separate.”

“You’re lucky you’re even invited you know?” You say jokingly. “It’s usually a girl’s trip. We wanna be able to blast whatever music we want for the drive, and talk about whatever. Plus, Sarah has a nice SUV so we can fit more of our shit in the trunk. We’ll need the room for groceries when we all shop Friday morning.”

“You and I get to sleep together right? Boys aren’t banished to one end of the house.”

“Are you crazy, I’m gonna be drunk all weekend, I’m gonna need that dick.” Harry bursts out laughing and kisses you.

“I’m very excited.”

“I’m gonna miss Buster…”

“Me too, babe.”

“You’re sure Isaac doesn’t mind watching him for so long?”

“Not at all. He likes hangin’ out with him. He’ll be bored with the studio closed anyways, it’ll give him somethin’ to do. He’s, uh, really excited about Seth.”

“Seth’s excited too.”

“You speak with him today?”

“Mhm, for a little bit on our ways home from work.” Harry nods. “Is that alright?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. You’re reconnecting.”

“Exactly.”

“Could you please just go put these on, I need to see what your ass looks like in these bottoms.”

“Oh my god!” You laugh and take them from him. “Fine!”

//

You and Seth are full to the brim from your dinner. You had a lot of fun cooking with him. You’re both just hanging on the couch when you see it’s starting to get late.

“I gotta get going. Girl’s night. Need to go pregame and get ready.”

“Want me to walk you back?”

“Nah, it’s still light enough out, I’ll be alright.”

“Okay, just text me when you get there.”

“Can do.”

“And, uh, text me when girl’s night is over too.” You grin at him.

“You know girl’s night ends in a sleepover in the living room.” You stand up and walk towards the door and he follows you.

“Or, and hear me out, I could meet you at the bar and bring your ass back here.” Your cheeks flush. “I’d take you upstairs now, but I wouldn’t want you looking fucked out before you go out with your friends. On second thought-“

“Seth!” You swat a hand at him. “Stop it.”

“Seriously though, come over tonight.” He tucks some hair behind your ear.

“I’ll let you know.”

**

You have a great time at the bar with the girls. You didn’t think about Seth once until your fifth shot of tequila. Even though had him that morning, you wanted him again…and again…and again. You all start walking back to your apartment when the bar closes.

“So, what movie are we all watching tonight?” Kate slurs.

“I think it should be a comedy.” Rachel says.

“I…might not stay for the movie.” The three stop short and look at you.

“Why not?” Kate asks.

“She wants to fuck Seth, obviously.” Sarah smirks. “That’s cool, do you want us to walk you there?”

“Actually, yeah, do you-“

“Wait a second. No fucking way. We’re supposed to-“

“Kate, why are we even having girl’s night anyways? Oh yeah, because Kevin went home for the weekend.” Rachel says. “So what, because you’re not getting any this weekend that means Y/N can’t? We can all watch a movie tomorrow.”

“But that’s not how girl’s night goes. If she goes, then Sarah will go off with Ben, and you’ll find some girl’s cootchie to stick your tongue in, and-“

“Woahhhhh!” You say. “Who the fuck are you to talk to all of us like that, Kate? Jesus.”

“Kate, we’re walking Y/N to Seth’s and then we’re going home.” Rachel says and turns to start the walk.

Kate walks behind all of you as you walk to Seth’s apartment. Seth opens the door after you text him.

“Hey.” He smiles and grabs you by the waist. He almost kisses you when he sees the other three. “Oh shit, hey guys.” He blushes.

“Just wanted to make sure our girl got here safe.” Rachel says. “Have fun.”

You giggle and thank them. You and Kate look at each other.

“Did I ruin girl’s night?”

“No…Kate’s just mad because she didn’t get her way.”

“Oh, well, she’s always pissy about something.”

“Exactly.”

“Alrighty then.”

He lifts you up over his shoulder and carries you upstairs. You squeal, and he smacks your ass.

“Roommates, remember?”

“God, just get me up the stairs and fuck me.” You whine.

Seth gets you on the bed and practically slams his door shut. He gets a good look at the tight dress you’re wearing. He licks his lips and smiles. You were in for it tonight.

//

Harry helps you get your bags down to the street Thursday evening. Him and Niall were already loaded up, you were just waiting for Sarah to roll up with Rachel and Mariah. Sarah drives up blasting Girls Just Wanna Have Fun and you start laughing. They all get out and help you load your things into the car.

“You get shotgun, birthday girl.” She says hugging you.

“Please, don’t crash your car. I know how crazy you all get.” Niall says, kissing his girlfriend.

“We’ll do our best.”

“See you guys in a little while.”

Harry pulls you in for a kiss that leaves butterflies in your stomach.

“Drive safe, see you soon.” He gives your bum a pat before you get into the car.

“Y/N, put on that playlist.”

You plug your phone in and connect to the Bluetooth. You put on a song by the Ying Yang Twins and Sarah cranks the radio. She honks her horn as she pulls away. Harry and Niall look at each other after they get in Harry’s car.

“What did we get ourselves into?” Niall asks.

“I wish I fucking knew.”

//

You wake up the next morning with some fresh bites on your neck and chest. Seth had scratch marks all over his back. He rolls over to face you, and watches you get up to use his bathroom.

“Hey, can I borrow some clothes to walk back in?”

“Yeah, but…later.” He yanks you back into bed with him.

“My friends think I’ve been spending too much time here.”

“And by friends you mean Kate?”

“Bingo.”

“Do you ever think she regrets getting into a relationship? She used to be way more fun.”

“I know! I have no idea, I feel like she and I can’t have a conversation these days without fighting.”

“Well, feel free to take out any and all rage on me.” He pulls you closer to kiss you. “I like the way it feels when you really fuck my shit up, the way your nails just dig into my skin.”

You groan against him as he presses his hips to yours, and you pull him on top of you. You wrap your legs around him and pull him closer. His hand trails down to your folds and you gasp when his fingers slip inside.

“I mean, why the fuck would you stay home when you can come here and feel good.”

“She’s crazy, ugh, so fucking crazy.” Your head rolls back into the pillow.

“You don’t think we do this too much do you?” His thumb circles over your clit.

“Not at all.” You look up at him. “In fact, I think we could stand to do it more.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything, but we gotta put the overtime in to get our numbers up.”

“I agree, if we want to perform to the best level possible, overtime is a must.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.” He thrusts in knuckle deep and you moan.

“Me. Too.” You say through gritted teeth.

**

“So are you like dating her?” Ben asks Seth a few days later.

“No.”

“Are you sure? She leaves a ton of her shit here, I feel like every time I’m here she’s here.”

“Am I not allowed to have a friend over? We’re not always here to fuck, and she leaves stuff here so she can dress comfortably when she stays over. It’s not in your way.”

“I think you like her more than you’re leading on.”

“She’s my friend, and a really good fuck. I don’t have to explain anything to you.”

“If all you’re looking for is a hookup, why not do it with the random girls that come onto you all the time?”

“I hate that shit, man. It’s all so fake. With Y/N I can just be myself, and it’s not awkward after. We can talk and joke around, and it’s whatever.”

“One of you is going to catch feelings.”

“Not a chance. She’s not like that, and if I thought she was then I never would have hooked up with her. We’ve gotten to spend a lot more time together this year because of it and I like it. She’s a lot of fun. You know how much fun she is.”

“Yeah, she’s always fun…I just think you guys are gonna get into trouble.”

“I really don’t think so. We’re on the same page.”  There’s a knock on the front door. “That’ll be her.”

“To fuck or to be a friend?”

Seth flips him off and opens the door. You had your backpack with you.

“You ready to kick this presentation’s ass?”

“Oh we’re gonna spank the shit outta this thing, come on.” You laugh and head up to his room, not even acknowledging Ben.

You run through your presentation three different times before taking a break.

“I’m so glad we have this class together.” You say.

“Me too, I’m even more glad we got to pick our partners. I did not want to get stuck with some idiot that would make me do all the work.”

“We certainly both know you don’t like doing all the work.” You smirk. He whips a pen at you and you laugh.

“I do plenty of the work, besides that’s not really work is it.”

“I suppose not. Work would mean it’s not fun.”

“Feel like having some fun now?”

“I think we’ve earned it.”

//

“Okay, so rule number one, save the fucking for when we all go to bed.” Sarah says, looking at you slightly.

“I’m feeling very attacked right now.” You say laughing.

“It’s her birthday weekend, if her and Harry wanna sneak off, let them.” Rachel says.

“At least be discrete. I wanna jump Niall any second of the day too, but Jesus you two are gross.”

“One time! One time you saw him give me a hickey Sarah.”

“I will never get the sound of your skin popping from his teeth out of my head.” She laughs. “Look at your neck now, I mean fuck.”

“Listen…it was not my intention to let him fuck me up last night, but he was helping me pick out swim suits and one thing let to another…so you may see many marks on my bod this weekend.”

“Oh, not just your neck?” Mariah smirks.

“Nope.” You turn to look at her. “You’ll see more when I actually have a swimsuit on. He got me pretty good on my hips and thighs last night.”

“Doesn’t it hurt when he bites you like that?” Sarah asks.

“No, it feels so fucking good.” They all laugh. “You know when we first started going out I thought he was doing it to get some frustration out because we weren’t like…actually fucking, but it turns out he just likes to leave a mark. I do it to him too.”

“On his hips and thighs though?” Rachel asks. You turn and grin at her.

“God, you choke each other, you bite, you pe-“

“Sarah!” You shake your head at her. Luckily Mariah didn’t hear over the music. “You can’t, you cannot bring that up at all this weekend, I mean it. I already told Rachel. He would kill me.”

“Shit, you’re right, sorry. My bad.”

“Y/N, you’re setting Seth up with Isaac?” Rachel asks and you turn to look at her.

“Yeah.”

“Damn…that’s really nice of you.”

“Why wouldn’t I help him out? Isaac’s super nice and so is Seth. I think they’re gonna get along well.”

“Yeah, but isn’t that gonna be awkward for you?”

“No, why?”

“Because you two used to fuck any chance you got.” She laughs. “You were addicted to what the dick did.” You all laugh.

“That was because at the time that was the best dick I ever had. Can you blame me? I’ve had better since him.”

“Yeah and his name is Harry Edward Styles.” Sarah says.

“It’s not even just good dick, it’s good everything. Harry should write a fucking book on how to get a girl off. Harry gets me off every single time, the same could not be said for Seth Rowan.”

“Ohhhh the truth comes out!” Rachel squeals.

“I mean, at the end of the day he was a guy in college, looking to get his. Sometimes he wouldn’t do stuff long enough to get me there, or like he would come too fast. You know, stuff like that.”

“Sometimes Niall comes reall fast, and then he’ll finger me until I come.” Sarah says and you start laughing.

“Shit, that’s that good good.” You say to her.

“I know, you’d think it would be gross with all his come there, but it’s actually a really nice lubricant.”

“Sometimes after Harry comes inside me he sticks his fingers in and he’ll press rally far up, and then he’ll take them out and I’ll suck on them.” The car falls silent, all the girls mouths fall open. “Oh god, I shouldn’t have-“

“That is some kinky shit!” Mariah says, bursting into laughter. “I knew I liked you, but shit Y/N, you are a wild bitch.”

“How does something like that even come up?” Rachel asks. “God, I remember what jizz tastes like, and it does not taste that good.”

“It’s not about the jizz itself, it’s about the intimacy.”

“Yeah, guys love when you suck on their fingers, show them what that mouth do.” Sarah says.

“Hey, what do all think the guys are talking about right now?” Mariah asks

//

“So the ring’s locked in my desk drawer at work.”

“That’s great! The picture you showed me I’m sure doesn’t do it justice. It was simply breath takin’.”

“Thanks, my mum loved it. She cried, I cried. Gem was about ready to kill the both of us.”

“I can’t believe you’re gonna do it next month, that’s so crazy.”

“I know.” He smiles just thinking about his plans.

“She’s gonna love it.”

“You think it’ll really surprise her?”

“Oh for sure, she’s gonna be blown away.”

//

“Probably how hard their lives are because they to adjust their balls all the time.” Sarah laughs.

“God, you know, I wish it was okay for to grab my crotch and adjust my pants in public.” You roll your eyes. “One time Harry was wearing a pair of tight dress-pants, and I literally watched him grab everything so he wouldn’t sit on himself.” You shake your head.

“Jesus Christ.” Sarah says laughing.

The car ride continues. You all sing along to the loud music. Eventually Harry catches up with the car. Sarah was driving really fast in the left lane. You see Harry’s car in the rear-view.

“Oh, looks like they finally caught up.” You say.

“I’d say lets flash them, but Harry would go nuts if Niall saw your boobs.” Sarah says.

“Wouldn’t you go nuts if Niall saw my boobs?”

“In all honesty, no. Your vag, yeah.” You both laugh.

//

Eventually you get the beach house you’d be staying at for the next few days. The four of your start jumping around when you get out of the car.

“Sarah, for the love of god, figure out how to unlock the door. I have to pee.”

“What the fuck are they doin’?” Niall asks Harry as they pull in.

“I think they need to pee, mate.”

“Shut up! It’s dark and I have to put the combination in just right, and we all have to pee!”

“Oh my god.” Rachel says. “Drank too much water on the ride.”

Sarah gets the door open and you the four of you rush in. Harry and Niall slowly walk inside. They look around and take it in. There was a large living area that extended into an open concept kitchen. There were all three bedrooms were upstairs. There was a half bath downstairs and three full baths upstairs. Harry was thankful you wouldn’t have to share a bathroom with anyone.

You all come back together after using the bathroom.

“Neither of you need to pee?” You ask.

“No.” Niall says laughing.

“Okay, boys, let’s unload the cars.” Mariah says.

“Who’s getting’ what rooms?” Niall asks.

“Oh we just claimed them all by peeing.” Rachel says. “Let’s get everything in and then we can go upstairs.”

You all take multiple trips. There were cases of water, snacks, and booze you had all gotten ahead of time. Tomorrow you’d be going to the market early to do a real grocery shop. Harry gets your bags upstairs and into the room that would be yours.

“Oh, this is nice.” He says.

“Shower’s just a stand in, and it’s a little small, but it’ll do.” You smile and go to walk out but he grabs your wrist.

You smile up at him, and pulls you close. He cups one of your cheeks and kisses you. Your hands fly up to his hair and you deepen the kiss just a bit.

“Time to make, oh Jesus.” Sarah says. You both turn to look at her. “Time to make jello shots, let’s go.”

“Oh fuck yeah.” You say and leave the room.

Harry joins everyone downstairs. Niall got some music playing on the smart TV and was sitting with Mariah while you, Rachel, and Sarah were all boiling some water for the jello. He sits down on the couch and smiles when he hears the three of you giggling.

“What flavors does everyone want?” Sarah yells out, and the three come into the kitchen. “We have strawberry, blue-raspberry, grape.”

“Just make ‘em all babe.” Niall says.

“I agree.” Mariah says.

You help pour the mixtures into the little portion cups Rachel took from the ice cream shop, and you pop them into the fridge.

“What now?” Harry asks.

“Now, we drink.” You say. “Get the shot glasses.”

Rachel gets down six shot glasses, as you slice up limes and get a thing of salt.

“Everyone sit at the table, we’re gonna play sip or spill.” Rachel says.

“What the hell is sip or spill?” Niall asks.

“It’s a drinking game, it’s a lot of fun.” Sarah says. “And a good way to get drunk quick.” Sarah grabs a hat with some torn up pieces of paper in it and everyone sits at the large round table. “Okay, so we all take turns reading one of the questions, and you either answer or take a shot.”

Harry fills all the shot glasses with tequila and puts the bottle on the table. You put the bowl of limes and the salt in the center.

“You ask the first question, Y/N.” Sarah says.

You grab a piece of paper and your eyes grow wide.

“Jesus, Sarah, where did you come up with these?”

“I got them off a website! There’s a mix of types of questions. Just read it.”

“I’m not nearly drunk enough to even read this!” Your cheeks were flushing.

“Stop being a baby!”

“Fuck! Fine, it says do you have a safe word?!” Harry immediately looks at you.

“Guess he just answered for you.” Mariah says laughing.

You open your mouth, but instead of speaking your lick your hand add the salt, lick the salt, take the shot and suck on the lime.

“He answered nothing, and neither did I.” You hand the hat to Rachel.

“Have you ever moaned the wrong name in bed?” The three of you burst out laughing. “Okay, this is so bad. Um, it was when I was still having sex with guys, I think I thought I was bi or something at the time, still figuring things out you know? So I was hooking up with this random dude, and he was going down on me, but I was picturing this girl from my college Spanish class, and I moaned her name instead of his.”

“What did he do?!” Niall asks.

“Um…he looked up at me and was like what? And I was like…I’m gonna go.” She laughs. “It was so bad.” She hands the hat to Mariah.

“Ever faked an orgasm if so with who?” She smirks. “Can’t remember his name, but it was the last guy I ever had sex with.” Everyone laughs. Niall takes the hat next.

“Oh no.” He laughs. “Out of this room who would you have a threesome with?” He grabs his shot glass and takes the shot. Everyone cheers. “Not goin’ down that road.” He laughs. He hands the hat to Sarah.

“Out of everyone in the room who is the sluttiest?” She grabs the salt and a lime and takes her shot.

“That’s right, bitch.” Rachel says.

“I didn’t say anything!” She laughs.

“Good.” You say. “Hope that lime tasted real good.”

Harry takes the hat next.

“When was the last time you took a lewd or nude photo?” Harry grabs his shot and tips it back. Your cheeks grow red thinking of his naked photos, and your own for that matter.

“Oh, do you two not see each other naked enough?” Sarah asks facetiously.

“You know, sometimes you just wanna feel good about yourself and takes pictures to look back on later, and be like wow I looked really fuckin’ good back then.” He smiles at her. “Go ahead, your turn, babe.” He hands you the hat.

“Have you had sex with guests or parents over?” You roll your eyes and fill your glass up to take your shot. “I have a feeling I’m gonna get fucked up.”

“That wouldn’t be such a bad thing to admit.” Rachel says taking the hat.

“Yes it would because then you all would want to know with what guests and parents.”

“Do you prefer oral or penetration?” She laughs. “That’s easy, oral. But I’m gonna take a shot anyways because I would actually like to get fucked up.”

“Who is your worst coworker?” Mariah smirks at Harry.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare say Isaac.”

“Guess I’ll be taking a shot then.” She tips her drink back.

“I can’t believe he’s your favorite!”

“I didn’t say anything, I took a shot.” She smiles and he pouts at her. Everyone laughs.

You all go round after round. Everything stayed really lighthearted. It gets back to you again and you’re so drunk, you can barely read the question because you’re laughing so hard.

“Do you have a name for your partner’s genitals?” You completely lose it. “I can confidently say no to this.” You look at Harry. “I don’t call it anything do I?”

“No, babe.” He chuckles.

“I feel like I use adjectives or descriptive words, you know?” You address the table.

“Please, do tell.” Rachel says giggling.

“I’ll be like, come here and give me that bi-“

“Okay, your turn’s over.” Harry says. Everyone laughs hysterically.

“I think you’re the only guy I know who’s actually embarrassed to talk about how big his dick is.” Mariah says.

“I just think that some things should be left private.”

“Right…because leaving hickey’s all over your girlfriend’s body screams privacy.” Harry’s mouth falls open, and he looks at you, then her.

“Wait, I wanna know.” Sarah slurs. “If Y/N doesn’t have a name for your…penis, do you not have a name for her vag?”

“S’not my turn.”

“I don’t give a crap anymore, answer the question or take the shot.”

“I’ll answer for him.” You say. “He refers to it as my cunt.” You laugh and so do the girls. “It just sounds so good in his accent, go ahead Harry, say the word cunt.”

“Cunt.”

“Ahh! See, everything sounds good when he says it.” You all laugh.

A little while later you decide it’s really late and probably time to go to sleep.

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” Nialls asks as he helps Sarah up the stairs. You were being given a piggyback ride by Harry.

“Um, we gotta go to the store, and then we can make breakie, right Harry, breakie? And thennnnn, um beach? Everyone wanna go to the beach?”

Everyone agrees. Harry gets you into the room and you immediately go to pee. He makes sure to lock the door behind him. He doesn’t want anyone walking in.

“Harrryyy.”

“Yes, love?”

“I’m really drunk.” You say coming out of the bathroom.

“Me too.”

“Can I suck on it?”

“Think that’s a good idea right now?”

“I think it’s a great idea, go on, sit on the bed.”

Harry sits down and you undo his shorts. You kneel in front of him and take his dick out. You spit into your hand and start pumping him. You lick your lips and suck on his tip while you continue to pump him.

“Jesus.” He grits his teeth.

“You know what I never do, I never suck on your balls.”

“Babe, you don’t have to-“

“Shhh, you deserve it man.”

You continue to pump him up and down while your mouth trials to his balls.

“Shit!” He groans. “Oh my god, Y/N.” He falls back on the bed and bucks up into your hand.

You lick up his shaft and take him deep into your mouth and down your throat. You choke on him a couple of times, but you work through it, knowing how much he loves the way it feels.

“So good baby, sooo good.” His praise was everything you needed.

He comes into your mouth and you swallow every last drop. You stand up and look at him. He looked beautiful and breathless. You strip yourself of your clothes and crawl onto the bed. He goes to get between your legs but before he can return the favor you’re fast asleep. He chuckles and gets up to do his business in the bathroom. He gets into bed next to you and holds you close to him.

“Sweet dreams, angel.”

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Mae Flowers Ch. 8

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Mae LeBlanc (OFC)

Summary: A modern, magical Alfie Solomons AU. Alfie takes Mae out to celebrate a milestone in her magical work. It turns into an evening of deep conversation and bonding, learning about one another.

Warnings/Tags: Language.Magic/Supernatural.FLUFF. Bonding. Talk of being soul mates. Support/Love. Talk of confidence issues and mild bad memories.

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“Go throw something on that makes you feel like celebratin’ and we’ll go out ‘n do just that.”

It was a simple enough request. But one Mae was having a hard time with. She watched the grass and soul gather in the antique tub's drain, washing the sweat from the sun off her warm brown skin. Wiggling her yellow-painted toes, she took a few deep breaths to ease the sense of anxiety building and give the many potted and ivy plants in the bathroom a good dose of co2.

She stood before her full-length mirror in her room whose colors all deep jewel tones made her feel at peace. A mix of malachite, amethyst, and a pop of color with citrine soothed her as she adjusted her dress. Mae wasn’t the “going out” type. Like most, she had a dress that had been dormant in her closet for ages. The one that you bought on a whim when you had some manic episode where you swore you’d start going out and dating and having fun like everyone said you should. But it just sat in the back of your closet. A reminder of money wasted and goals not met.

She frowned, her dark curls against her shoulders only covered by the thin straps of the bold red dress. Her hands moved across her body, a pudge to her stomach, her hips wide from her pear shape and her breasts barely enough to fill out the cups of the dress. It reminded her of the “hot girl” dresses in 90s movies from when she was younger. Cinched in a baby doll cut and the rest hugging her body in a way she was unfamiliar with showing off. Her denim cut-offs and a tank or shop t-shirt were her go to outfits. She never purposely dressed up to seem more attractive, it was function over fashion for her at this point in her life. The last time she’d gotten “dressed up” had been when Ruth and Nancy set her up with a “nice boy” from their church. What a bust that had been.

She let herself take a deep breath to gather what confidence she could and it only deflated into a sigh. She let her head fall back and made silent protests with clawed hands and an angry face before stomping and glaring at her reflection. Why couldn’t she just feel...good? She was a so-called powerful witch but all she saw looking back at her was an unsure girl. Not the confident woman she wished she was. Her chest aches a bit, a pit in her stomach as sadness came and went, flashes of failed attempts at dates and moments others killed her hard work at feeling confident in one single comment.

“Okay…” she exhaled forcefully. “This is as good as it’s going to get.” She flops her hands to her hips and decides maybe a cardigan would be an acceptable addition to the outfit. She could cover up a bit, but it wouldn’t look like she was trying to hide. Yeah. That’d work. She found comfort in the extra layer, adjusting it over her cleavage as she exited her bedroom.

Alfie stood relaxed and confident as always. He looked up to her, hazy blue eyes under a heavy brow of ginger tinged hair. He blinks slowly and watches her unsure movements. He could very literally see the dark haze of uncertainty around her but only a blind man couldn’t see how shy she felt.

“Why’ve ya got a sweater on? It’s blazin' out.” Alfie asks with a furrowed brow as he sees her usually sunny disposition missing.

“If you think it’s hot now I have some bad news about the summers in the south.” she answers back, a clear deflection.

“I know it’s hot enough to melt ya bollocks to your leg down ‘ere but that’s not what I asked now was it?”

Her face falls into a defensive expression. “It’s part of the outfit.” she says and averts her eyes from his.

“Mae. Now, what would be the point in lying to me? When I don’t even have to get into that noggin of yours to read it.”

“None I guess.”

“So why are ya?”

“Because I don’t wanna get into it,” she states with an attitude-filled head shake. “I’m just trying to...get through this night out you wanted to do.”

“Nope.” he says with a clap of his hands and moves her over to the couch. He squats in front of her and stares her down. “We don’t lie to each other Mae. Not only is it pointless it serves no purpose for growth. And that’s why we’re together. So I’ll ask again.”

“Just read my mind if you wanna know so bad. Since you can just poof everything into existence without trying.” she snaps back.

“You’re acting like a teenager, Mae. You’re a grown woman.”

She glares at him because he’s right. “I’m wearing it because I want to hide. Is that what you want to hear?” she blurts out.

“The truth yes but I never want you to feel poorly.” he pats her knee. “Why?”

She huffs out, feeling her face be red with embarrassment and hurt and anger. “Because I don’t… I’ve never worn this and it’s tight and I’m not… I don’t wear things like this because it’s something hot girls wear and I’m not that.”

“No, you are not.”

His eyes blink and go wide at his response.

“You are a beautiful woman. Not some slaggy young thing. You are of substance. Of...principal and power.” He sees the tears prickle up in her eyes from her rush of emotions. “You also look lovely in that dress. Red suits you. It’s a shame a woman like you would lack confidence when you owe the world nothing. You gracing these mortals with your visage is a gift they do not deserve.”

“You’re just being full of shit now Alfie.” she groans.

“No. No Mae darling I am not. I said no lies did I not? I stand by that.” he raises her chin with his calloused index finger. “I understand that your big big soul is feeling lots of things in this little human body of yours. I know you’ve been hiding it from me and I commend you for trying to handle it all on your own. But the purpose of us existing my love is to NOT have to deal with these burdens alone. Now tell Alfie what is wrong so he may mend it.” he leans in to kiss her forehead and hug her. It was too much for her little heart to handle. “Let it out little one.” he shushes as she sniffles and pretends she doesn’t want to sob and wail.

“I just feel so… boring. So not confident and I don’t like what I see when I look in the mirror. Nothing is where I want it. I don’t look how I should. I don’t-” she hiccups and he wipes away her tears.

“Says who? Who told you you had to look any certain way? Some old rich white man behind a desk who doesn’t give a shit about you and only wants your sorrow to make more money off of things you don’t need based on self-hate? Who do these negative emotions serve eh? Not you. And you are all you have to be concerned with. You are as you are. As you are is how you should be. There is no “supposed to” in reality, Mae love. There is only a culture that hates women. And you are so very fuckin' far above their standards and expectations I cannot even begin to tell you. You are otherworldly. A soul full of sunshine and vulnerability. Things most humans hide from. You are growing and with that comes those damned waves of emotions. This is why we do the shadow work, yeah? We accept all parts of us, and release what no longer serves us? I’m not just talkin’ out me arse love. I promise.”

“You...really?” she sniffles.

“Not to force any standards of beauty upon you my darling little sunspot but you are the most beautiful soul I have ever encountered and will ever encounter. To me you are perfection and I hope one day to make you see that as well.”

She begins to cry again and he takes her back into his arms. “You’re so nice to me-ee-e.” she stutters.

“Only honest pet. You created life with your thoughts today Mae bug!” he squeezes her upper arms. “You are so powerful. And you’ve barely scratched the surface. Now let's dry those tears, right? Let’s take off this shroud of negativity you call a jumper.” he chuckles and takes it off her and then pats her cheeks with it.

“It’s a sweater you cockney bastard.” she lets out a giggle that he answers with an amused snort.

“There she is.” he bops her on the nose. “A smart mouth and cheeky disposition was something I always did favor in a woman.” he muses and helps her up from the couch. “And you are a clever little thing. Far too smart to feel so low about yourself.”

“Thank you.” she says quietly.

“Now chin up pumpkin. We are going to go out and have a wonderful time, yeah? Celebrate your progress and the simple fact it is a beautiful evening and we just so happen to exist at the same time. That’s enough cause for a drink and a good meal.”

“You’re… very good with words.” she says as he fusses with her curls and wipes away any running mascara from her eyes.

“Thank you. Ol’ cockney bastard like me has to have something going for him, eh?” he grins.

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Mae sat back and enjoyed the breeze in Alfie's antique car that resembled more of a boat to her. It was long, a bit excessive but it did suit him. Something quirky for a man that looked like some sort of mystical cult leader in dress and charm. He could feel the calm around them now. The late evening air humid but the breeze made it tolerable. With her head laid back in a nest of curls and her eyes closed the golden light of the sunset highlighted the round highs of her face. A round heart-shaped face with doll eyes and high cheek bones and a button nose sat in the middle of all the delicate softness. He smiles softly, glancing over and seeing her take in the day's last touch of sunlight as it sets.

“You seem to be doing better.” he speaks softly and pats her knee to break her from her half-hearted moment of meditation.

“I am.” She answers softly.

“You seem like the type to enjoy solitude and silence more than the company of others.”

“Yeah. When I was young I wanted to have ‘my’ people so bad. My own little group. But then I got used to being alone. Now I prefer it.”

“When other's lower vibrations drain your energy it’s hard to want to be around that. We can work on shielding. But tonight is about a good time. What is a good time for you Mae? What is that moment you just sit and relish in and appreciate?”

She tilts her head in thought. Blinking slowly she tries to find her happy place. “In the morning on Sundays. I’ve slept well and have the day off. I’ve got my favorite mug and I’m in my little spot in the sunroom. It’s raining and Percy is asleep on the bench. My music is playing in the kitchen. Outside is quiet and all you hear is the rain. You can forget you live around people on those mornings. Everything foggy and dewy and the sheets of rain run off the glass ceiling.” She lets out a content exhale. “That’s my favorite time.”

“Lovely innit. Life’s simple pleasures.” He mused and scratches his chin. “I believe I can work with that.” He nods. “I know a little hidden beer garden I believe you might enjoy. We'll go there.”

“A beer garden?”

“Yeah.” He says obviously and confused by the questioning inflection in her voice.

“What’s that?”

He turns and blinks rapidly at her for a moment before looking to the road. “You dont-?” His brows furrowed in question. “You don’t know what a beer garden is?”

“Would I be askin' if I did?”

He lets out a small snort of amusement. “‘Spose not. A pub-a bar outdoors. This one's in the old part of the city.”

“I don’t go there much because of the tourists.”

“No tourists where we’re going. Not exactly Bourbon street.”

“So an outside bar? Do they call those beer gardens? Weird.”

“Well, I think you not having tea in every restaurant is weird.”

“We got sweet tea.” She grins.

“We are not having this argument again Mae. That abomination is NOT tea. It’s sugar water in a cowboy hat.”

She lets out a giggle that warms him, recalling an almost argument on sweet tea and good British char one night before bed. Mae didn’t see what the big deal was. But she was promptly informed by Alfie it’s because she was a bloody yank so she never would.

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The place he took her was off the beaten path. A small old white building with a courtyard in the middle with small iron tables and canopies. It was quiet and rustic and full of plants along the walls and in decorative planters. It felt green and wet and lush and alive and she felt oddly at home. A gentlemanly pulling out of her chair before he sat, his crystal pendants glinted in the sun around his neck. They lay at the edge of his vest, a dark and worn fabric over his usual worn in white button ups.

“Order whatever you like darlin' this is a treat for you.”

“I’m gonna order sweet tea.”

“Cheeky bugger.” he smirks and keeps his eyes on the menu.

“I’m not sure.” She says quietly.

“When I say order what you like I do mean you could order the whole fuckin' thing.”

She blinks and thinks a moment. “What if I actually did?” Her big curious eyes have a smile to them as she looks his way.

“I wouldn’t have to worry bout cookin' dinner for a tick then would I?” He answers with a playful nod her way. “I think I’ll go with seafood.” He says after a long pause. “No point in wastin' bein so close to the water eh? Perhaps calamari to start. Fried, of course, because you lot can’t just leave things be.”

“Never had that.”

“Hmmph. Guess you will be tonight.” He affirms with a nod.

“We could get the variety appetizer. I haven’t tried escargot either.”

“A day of firsts calls for a night of the same.” He declares confidently to her. “We are here for you Mae. Indulge.”

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They sit among multiple plates and drinks, the frosted glass of the table growing cool as the sun sets and the garden lights and music turned on. A little candle was lit on the table for “ambiance” the waitress said with a wink. Mae tried to hide a blush but ALfie felt the ruffle of energy come from her and hid an amused smirk.

“Can I have some of your-?”

“Yes, of course, scoot ya bum over here.” Alfie chuckles and pulls her chair next to him. With their arms pushed together she lets out a small but audible content sigh. She continues to pick at his appetizers and he at hers. A vibrating calm between them as they touch.

“Nice innit?”

“It’s really good.” Her answer is muffled by the food in her mouth.

“The food is yes but not what I meant.”

“Wat.” She says with stuffed cheeks and wide questioning eyes.

“This.” He holds his hand out palm up on the table.

She looks at it and blinks.

In his head, he hears. “What the fuck?” And he laughs.

“Put your hand over mine Mae bug.” He chuckles as he holds her hand a few inches above his own. She holds in and swallows, she gives a small shiver in response. He touches his fingertips to hers.

“It tickles.” She giggles and slaps his hand.

“Not into tickling?”

She shrugs. “Not really? Not really had it done before.”

“How’s bout this?” He asks with a nod of his head, lacing their fingers together and resting

“Mmm.” She hums and smiles at him. “That you or the alcohol?”

“Can’t take credit completely. Can’t feel it myself without you.” He says it matter of factly but he feels the sentimental response like warm honey through his veins.

She studies his face a moment and then their hands, taking her time and connecting and disconnecting, tips then palms, moving to put as much skin to skin as she can. With their arms and shoulders pushed against one another, she speaks softly in realization, “It's when we touch.”

He makes a grunt of agreement. “What’s it feel like for you?” His curiosity gets the better of him.

“It’s...good.” She says after a pause.

“You can be more descriptive than that.” He scolds playfully.

“Than what’s it like for you?” She sass's back and takes a drink with her free hand.

“There was a place...long long ago I lived alone. Which is what I preferred. I got away from my old life, a pipe dream to be sure. But it was the happiest I had been before...this life. Feels like that relief. But without the loneliness.” He looks at her and she once again has tears in her eyes. “Oh come now love do your eyes ever dry?” He laughs and dabs at her cheeks.

“That’s better than I could ever put it.” She says and smiles. A sniffle and she squeezes back. “It’s our souls right? They missed each other this much? It’s like I feel warm down into my bones.”

“We missed you more than even my silver tongue can express.”

She lets out a heavy sigh. “I must’ve missed you too. Because this feels…” she smiles sweetly and puts her head on his shoulder, only feeling more contentment. “Feels right.”

“Like morning sunshine. Warm and dare, I admit,  happy.”

“Probably Like a good hug or like when Ruth makes me a pie when I’m sad.”

“I do suppose that would be rather good.”

“The best.” She smiles as she rests her cheek on him. “Man… people are missing out. This is like drugs.” She softly laughs.

“Why did you say it's probably like a good hug? Odd way to put it.”

“Well… people say hugs from people you love or miss are the best.” She pauses. “But I don’t know that I’ve ever had one of those.” She admits.

“I admit I don’t know how you aren’t beloved by everyone. A sunspot like yourself should know of everything good and pleasurable in life. You deserve only the best Mae. And if I can help it I’ll help you feel the love you’ve deserved. Show you how to open up. You are a white witch after all, you radiate love.”

“Guess it’s all going out and not stayin' in” she mumbles and gives him a half-smile. It was a rather good observation.

“So many things you haven’t done yet” Alfie muses as he feels her inexperience in her thoughts.

“I can… feel you up in there.” She pulls away and shakes her head, curls bouncing. She shivers. “That’s so strange I can… feel you in there now.”

“You’re learning how to.”

“It kinda… feels like you’re scratching an itch in my brain.”

“Because I mean no harm, only help.”

“Does it hurt if a bad person is trying to get in my head?”

“For a sensitive little bean like yourself, I would assume so. It’s all about intention. As I’ve said. I see loneliness and fear of missing out and I want to alleviate it. So with good intention brings good feeling.”

“What are you seeing?”

“I don’t want to upset you, darling.”

“It’s my head it won’t upset me.” she snorts.

“I see you alone at a school dance. On the bleachers. Watching everyone else dance together.”

“Yeah. That is a bit upsetting.” She shrugs. “But a long time ago.”

“It was...the first time you felt a real romantic rejection and alienation.” He squints his eyes as he saw a small underdeveloped Mae in an out of style hand me down dress hiding tears as a boy she thought might’ve liked her looked at her and laughed with his date that was the opposite of what she looked like.

“Yeah… it got easier after that.”

“Shutting out everyone else isn’t easier Mae it’s self-sabotage.”

“Well.” She says thoughtfully. “It made it hurt less.”

He looks down at her with understanding. She was so full of life and emotion and she was robbing herself from fear and it made him sad for a moment to see her potential being stunted due to the hateful actions of others. “I’m here to show you how to master your emotions to unlock your potential, love.”

“That sounds...exhausting.” She looks down at his hand and rubs its embrace with her thumb.

“Nah. We can start small.” He insists with a look around. “Let’s start by checkin' something off your list.” He implores as he begins to rise.

“Like what?”

“I’m going to give you that dance.” He states obviously

“I don’t...I’m not a dancer.”

“Neither am I?” He laughs. “It’s about the experience. With it grows your confidence. It’s simple, I’ll show you.”

“I know HOW I just…” she glances around. “I don’t wanna in front of people.” She whispers

“I can fix that. Make it so no one notices us.”

“You can do that?”

“I can do most things you could ever imagine.” She looks around the small courtyard and weighs her options. He stood with a steady hand outreached .”I could even SHOUT ABOUT HOW ICED TEA IS SHIT...and no one can hear.” He grins.

Her eyes go wide but see's no one even glances their way as she rises to her feet. “Are we invisible?”

“No, just an illusion of the mind.”

“Can I be invisible?” She asks as he pulls her to the open center of the patio space.

“I can show you how to be very elusive. Although I don’t know why you would want to be.”

“Because I’m shy. Crippled with anxiety. Full of trauma. Where do you want to start?” She answers honestly but with a chuckle.

“We’ll start with this.” He pulls her close and minds his hands to keep it PG. She was skittish enough without adding physical affection to the mix.

She slowly gives in to his affectionate embrace. A simple back and forth and distanced as she’d wanted in her memory. He can feel the remnants of hurt the memory left around her, her yellow energy turning blue. “I know it means nothing when a man says these sorts of things, and only time will prove it to be true but you don’t have to worry about me rejecting your true self Mae. You do know that?” She looks up at him, knowing she must’ve been very bad at hiding her fear. “As cliche as it is we were made for each other and I have no intentions of abandoning this partnership.” He pauses and she lets out a heavy sigh. “I know love it seems like everyone has left you that’s said that. But I won’t yeah?” He gives her cheek a gentle playful stroke.

“Thank you. For trying to help me.” She says softly, feeling a warmth that wasn’t from the summer evenings still wet heat. “For being nice while I’m… still all...fucky.” She grins and lets out a soft laugh. “I know I’m grown but I feel like such a child sometimes. I’m kinda glad you can read my mind because with feel like I don’t even know what’s going on in there sometimes.”

“You’re going through a...magical puberty Mae and you’re doing wonderfully. I only celebrate things worth it and today-and your work was. Excess innit? Folks like us aren’t meant to be about it. It’ll go to our heads.”

“Good thing I don’t have to worry about that.”

“Your powers are just beginning and you’ll grow as they do. You’ll come to understand yourself and the things you’ve been through as lessons. You have so much power within you little one you’ll be astounded one day looking back at your life before. We have so much to gain, and it’s worth these emotional outbursts your human self insists on having.”

“You make everything sound so fancy and purposeful.”

“It’s just the age and accent dear.” he grins.

“You’re very wise.” She insists with big soft eyes. “I’m glad you’re my person. I need someone to keep things straight like you do.” She leans in and hugs him but doesn’t pull away.

He smiles down at her, a flutter in his stomach for this small gentle creature being accepting of him despite the dark monstrosity he had fancied himself for so long. “You’re too kind Mae.” He places a kiss on her bouncy head of curls and settles into a comfortable embrace.

She sighs and surprisingly to him cozies up to his chest. “I like these Feel Good drugs” she grins as he holds his hand to her bareback with her head on his chest. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Course. Always will be.” they both feel it warm and encompassing them both. A moment of being on the same page and the barriers between them thin.

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They stuffed themselves on seafood and local beef and ease was between them now that hadn’t existed before. A bit of honesty went a long way with Mae. Her nature was very trusting in general and optimistic, so Alfie's reassurance left her feeling much more relaxed than she had in a long while. Alford was practiced at restraint as Mae was not. So he could not only feel but see in her eyes as they parted for the night to go to their rooms that she didn’t want to separate. He found it very endearing of her to want him around. He would as always have her make her own choices in her own time. Make her ask for the things she wanted. So instead of making the giant step of sleeping in the same bed, platonically, mind you, he simply whispered a soft intention as she snuggled into her own bed and yearning for that comfort he gave her now.

“Sleep well little one and may the morning find you as sunny as it.”

She hears him in her head and sighs, a happy one this time.

“Goodnight Alfie.” She murmurs, trying to send the thought his way and not knowing if she succeeded. But she had.

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Summary: Vanessa’s world meets Ashton’s.

A/N: My newest hyperfixation. If you ever have any ideas or questions, I will HAPPILY make those requests come to life. 

Word Count: 4.2k

And away, and away we go!

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“So, when do I finally get to meet Mase? Or when do I get to take you over to meet my friends?” Ashton asked after four months of coffee dates mixed with a handful of actual nights out.

“Ash…” Vanessa said, taking a sip of her coffee to avoid answering.

“I know. You have to ease Mase into the idea. But I’m dying to meet him. Finn too. And my friends are dying to meet you both. Y/N especially because she doesn’t have a lot of mom friends.”

“I can’t do both at once, Ash. Mase can meet you. And I can meet your friends. But I can’t have Mase meet you and your friends on the same day. That’d be too much.”

Ashton nodded in understanding. “No, yeah. I get that. Sorry, I don’t mean to put you on the spot.”

“No, I know you don’t. I’d love for you to meet Mase. Maybe you can come by next Saturday. I usually take him to the park aft-“

“After grocery shopping, yeah. Yeah, that’d be great. Is that enough time for Mase?”

“Oh, yeah. As long as we still go to the park it should be okay.”

He leaned across the table to give her a swift kiss. “I can’t wait, baby.”

~~~

“Hi, my sweet boy!” Vanessa cried out happily as Mason rushed over to her.

“Momma,” he greeted, pressing his forehead into her chest as she crouched. 

“Yes, sweet boy. I’m Momma.” Four months later that word still warmed her heart, similar to the way it warmed Finn’s when Mason said “Daddy.” He had yet to say any other words beyond his parents’ names, but neither of them cared. “Did you have fun with Daddy?”

“Daddy,” Mason nodded.

“Anything new?” Her question was directed at Finn.

“Nope. Same old, same old. He switched from yellow to brown so we’re back to pancakes and chicken strips.”

Vanessa let out a sigh of relief. “If I see another box of macaroni…”

Finn laughed. “Yeah. How’re things with Ash?”

“Good. He wants to meet you guys.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. So I was thinking I’d introduce him and Mase on Saturday, and then maybe have Ashton join us for dinner after?”

“Yeah, that works for me.”

“How are things going for you?”

He shrugged. “Not really trying all that hard. Maybe after this one makes their appearance.” He nodded at her baby bump.

“Oh yeah… I can’t imagine that going over well. Hot, single dad, sure. But mention the pregnant baby momma, and it’s game over.”

“Exactly,” Finn laughed. “But it’s whatever. Can’t all get lucky, and find love in a coffee shop.”

“Who said anything about love?”

Finn laughed more. “Nobody had to say anything. I know you, Ness. I know what you look like when you’re in love with someone. And I’m betting he feels the same way. ”

“Then why hasn’t he said it?”

“Why haven’t you?” Finn countered.

“Because our worlds are about to overlap. And if it goes wrong, I’d rather not have admitted how I actually feel towards him.”

“Well there ya go. And maybe it doesn’t have to be said right now. Like you said, your worlds are about to overlap. That wouldn’t be happening if you felt just okay about each other.”

“Thanks, Finn. You should become like a therapist or something,” she teased.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” He rolled his eyes and threw one of his fries at her.

~~~

All week, Vanessa prepared Mason for meeting Ashton. “We’re gonna go to the park, and meet one of Momma’s friends, okay?” she told him and watched as he nodded with his baby doe eyes.

“Okay, sweet boy, you ready to go to the park, and meet Momma’s friend?” she asked him on Saturday after lunch. 

Outside! Mason pointed excitedly out the window.

“Yeah, we’re gonna go to the park and play. Can you go find your shoes for me?”

The little boy made a mad dash for the shoe rack, grabbing his rain boots which were still his favorite. He sat down on the floor and tried his best to tug them onto his feet. “Momma!” he grunted, pulling at the little straps at the top.

“Okay, ready?” she asked, her hand hovering above his leg.

“Momma,” he nodded frantically, needing the boots on now.

She held his leg with one hand and used her other to push the bottom of the shoe on his foot. “Alright. Other foot. There we go! Okay, we’re already to play now. Let’s go.”

Ashton was waiting against his car when Vanessa pulled into the spot next to him. “Am I ever going to get somewhere before you?” she joked as she got out and went around to the backseat passenger side to get Mason out of his carseat.

“Probably not,” Ashton grinned. “But that’s okay. 1.) you’re worth the wait, and 2.) you got a pretty good excuse.”

“Ha-ha, very funny,” she quipped as she unclipped Mason and helped him down.

“Momma,” Mason gasped, pointing up at Ashton and moving behind her leg. 

She placed her hand securely on her son’s shoulder, letting him know everything was okay. “Yes, sweet boy. This is Momma’s friend, Ashton. Can you say hi?”

“Momma,” Mason mumbled with uncertainty, but moved out from hiding fully behind his mom.

“Hi, Mase.” Ashton crouched down on his heels. “Whoa! Are those dinosaurs on your boots?! Super cool!”

Vanessa gasped, crouching down with Ashton. “He likes your boots, Mase. You sure you don’t wanna say hi?”

Mason laid his forehead against Ashton’s arm. “Aw, are you giving Ash a hug, my sweet boy?” Vanessa asked, her voice high with encouragement.

“Momma,” Mason nodded, pointing at the playground.

“Yeah, we can go play now. Hand, please.” She laid her palm out for her son to take, but to her surprise he made grabby hands at Ashton while whining. “Yeah, Ash is coming with us. C’mon, hand please.”

Mason stomped his foot and repeated grabbing at Ashton, the whine angrier.

Ashton held out his hand and Mason slapped his little one into it. 

Vanessa damn near cried.

~~~

“Daddy!” Mason shrieked, pointing at Finn and tugging hard on Ashton’s hand.

“Yes, I know you’re excited, but look, Mase,” Vanessa told him, pointing out the cars in the parking lot. “See the cars? We have to be safe.”

Mason tugged at Ashton’s hand again.

“Yes, you are holding a grown up’s hand. Good job. But we can’t run because it’s not safe.”

“Da-dddy!” Mason told her, making an angry face.

“We don’t run in parking lots,” she enunciated each word slowly.

Mason wailed.

“One of those days, huh?” Finn asked, crouching down as the couple made it safely across the parking lot and Mason barreled into him.

“No, actually. He’s just mad I wouldn’t let him run across the parking lot to you.”

“Hey,” Finn told his son sternly, putting his hands on either of the boy’s shoulders. “Did you see the cars?” He waited for Mason to nod his head. “We don’t run where the cars are, Mason.”

Mason pointed angrily at Ashton before grabbing Finn’s hand.

“Holding a grown up’s hand doesn’t make running okay, Mason.”

The two year old let out another wail, this time turning to Vanessa for sympathy. “You can be mad,” she told him simply. “Finn, this is Ashton, my boyfriend. Ash, this is Mason’s dad, Finn.”

Both Ashton’s and Vanessa’s hearts raced at her openly calling him her boyfriend as he shook Finn’s hand. “Nice to meet ya, mate.”

“Yeah, same. Nessa’s told me a lot about you. How’d meeting this one go?” Finn’s hand dropped down to rest on Mason’s head who quickly swatted at his dad’s hand with his signature angry whine.

Ashton looked over at Vanessa as he rubbed at his neck. “Not too bad, I think.”

“Yeah, it went pretty great actually. Mase gave him a hug, and held his hand.”

“Ah, the Mason stamp of approval.”

“Exactly,” Vanessa smiled.

“So you think Mase’ll be okay meeting all his friends and stuff? That’s like what? 4 more adults, the little girl, and the dogs, yeah?” Finn thought out loud, trying to remember what Vanessa had told him about Ashton’s band family.

“Yep,” Ashton nodded. “Well, 5 adults because Lily’s dad, Cory would also go.

“I think he’ll be okay as long as we let him know,” Vanessa said.

“Yeah,” Finn agreed. “I mean, it’s worth a shot anyway, right? Ash, figure out a day that works for you and everyone, and Nessa, we can rearrange our days if it's a time I have him.”

“Oh, you’re invited, too,” Ashton told the other man. “Y/N’s very big on if it’s a family get-together, then it’s the whole family.

“Oh…” Finn was taken aback. “That’s uh… yeah, that’s cool. That actually might help Mase more too, having three people there he’s comfortable with. Shit. Yeah. Uh, any weekend should be fine then.”

“Momma!” Mason said, tugging at Vanessa’s hand before pointing at the restaurant.

All three adults' eyes went wide. “Yeah, Mase. We’re gonna go in to eat right now,” she told him before turning towards the men. “C’mon, we can discuss details of this family get-together of Ash’s over dinner.”

~~~

“You excited for tomorrow?” Ashton asked Vanessa as they sat in her small kitchen a couple weeks later. The plan was to spend the day at Calum’s BBQing and swimming.

“Oh yeah. Mase is a little water bug. He’s gonna love it.”

“That’s great,” Ashton smiled. “Fuck, everyone’s excited to meet you guys. Cal’s going crazy making sure he has stuff that Mase will eat. Luke and Y/N have been telling Lily all week that she’s gonna meet some new friends.”

“Aw!” Vanessa blushed. “You guys are too sweet. Tell Cal not to worry too much about it. I’d hate for him to have bought all this food for Mase, and Mase switched what he likes to eat again.”

“Oh, that’s why Cal went crazy overboard with food. Gonna be a fuckin rainbow display,” Ashton chuckled, showing her the picture Calum had sent him captioned “Yeah?”

“Oh, shit!” she laughed with him. “Yeah, he definitely didn’t have to do that. But that was really sweet of him.

“Yeah, that’s Cal for ya.” He leaned over to give her a deep kiss. “So, how do you want to spend today?”

“Mmm,” she sighed against his lips. “Can’t just kiss a girl like that, and then ask her what she wants to do.”

“And what happens if I kiss you like this?”

~~~

“Momma!” Mason said excitedly, tugging at Finn’s hand urging his dad to walk faster. Then, in confusion, he looked at Ashton and then up at Finn. “Daddy?”

“Tomorrow, bud. Swimming tomorrow. With all our new friends,” Finn told him.

“Momma,” Mason pouted, leaning his forehead against Vanessa as she crouched to give her son his hug.

“Yes, hi, my sweet boy. Did Daddy tell you what we’re gonna do tomorrow?”

Mason nodded, flapping his arms at his side.

“Yeah, that’s right! We’re gonna go swimming tomorrow. And we’re gonna have lots of fun, I promise.”

Mason pointed at Ashton before flapping his arms again and pouting.

“Tomorrow,” Finn reminded the boy. “Sorry, I’ve been telling him all week that the next time he sees Ash we’re gonna go swimming with new friends,” he explained to Ashton and Vanessa.

“No, it’s not your fault,” she brushed him off. “I know you’ve been telling him that. I didn’t even think about dinner tonight. I’m…”

“Whoa,” both the men told her as her brain spiraled, Ashton wrapping an arm over her. “Pregnancy brain. Shit happens,” Finn said, ushering them all inside the restaurant. “Mase is still super excited for tomorrow. Had a pretty good week, too, didn’t we bud?”

“Did we?” Vanessa asked, excited to hear all about Mason’s week.

~~~

Mason couldn’t sit still in his carseat on the drive over to Calum’s. Vanessa had a hell of a time getting him ready because he hadn’t stopped jumping since he woke her up at seven.

Mason’s rain boots thudded against the back of her seat. “Ow, Mason,” she scolded lightly, turning around in her seat while Ashton drove. “I know you’re excited, but be aware of your space.”

“Momma. Daddy?”

“Yes, you’ll see Daddy.”

“We’re here,” Ashton announced, pulling into Calum’s driveway. “And looks like we’re the first ones.”

“Okay, Mase. You ready to meet Calum and Duke?” Vanessa asked as she helped Mason down from his seat.

Her reply was a jump and an arm flap.

“Yes, swimming. But we have to try to say hi first, okay? You want to hold my hand or Ash’s hand?”

Mason flapped his hand against Ashton’s.

“Alright, bud,” Ashton smiled down at him, reaching for Vanessa with his free hand as they walked up Calum’s drive to his door. “Cal, it’s us, mate!” Ashton called out loudly, before letting go of his girlfriend’s hand to push his way inside Calum’s house.

Duke came skiddering out from around the couch, his nails clicking against the floor. Mason gasped, tugging at both Ashton and Vanessa.

“It’s okay,” Vanessa told him, crouching down and letting Duke sniff at her hand. “See?” she said, petting Duke’s head. “Good dog.”

“Oh, yeah,” Calum spoke up, crouching down across from Vanessa and helping her pet Duke. “He likes to be pet right here,” he directed Mason, his fingers scratching behind Duke’s ears.

Mason looked at his mom, sticking out his tongue and pretending to pant like a dog, pointing at Duke.

“Yeah, this is Duke. Do you want to give him pets?”

Mason slowly reached out pat Duke’s head.

“Good job, buddy!” Vanessa praised.

Ashton cleared his throat. “Uh, Cal. This is Vanessa, my girlfriend. And this is her son, Mason.”

“Yes, right,” Vanessa said, straightening up. “Hi!”

“Hi,” Calum grinned. “Nice to finally meet you. C’mon, I’ll show you the backyard so this one can get to swimming.”

Mason’s head snapped to attention at the word “swimming.” “Momma?” he asked.

“Yeah, sweet boy. You ready to go swimming?”

“Momma,” he nodded, then pointed at Calum. “Momma?”

“This is Calum. He’s gonna let us swim in his pool. Do you wanna say hi?”

“Momma,” he shook his head, reaching for Ashton’s hand.

“So, when’s everybody else getting here?” Ashton asked as they all walked through the house to the backyard.

“Mike texted that he was leaving just as you guys pulled up. So he should be here pretty soon. And Luke and Y/N had to stop by Cory’s to get him and Lily. Is Finn coming? It’s Finn, right?”

“Yeah,” Vanessa nodded. “He should be here at some point. I know he was gonna try to get some work done first.”

“Oh, what does he do?”

“He works for a counseling service. Trying to be a therapist.”

“Oh, shit. And what do you do?”

“Financial advisor.”

“Damn,” Calum whistled in appreciation, nudging Ashton’s arm. “Sure know how to pick the smart types, don’t ya mate?”

“Shut up,” Ashton muttered, his cheeks turning pink.

Mason gasped, his hands fluttering at his side as he saw the pool. “Momma!”

“Okay, we have to put sunscreen on first though,” she told him, grateful she had to sense to already have him dressed in his swim shirt and trunks.

He tugged down on his hat.

“Yeah, you gotta keep your hat on too.”

He pointed at his pool floatie resting at the top of their bag.

“Yep. Floatie too. But sunscreen first.” She reached into the bag to pull out the blue bottle.

Mason scrunched up his face.

“I know you don’t like it. But you still have to wear it. See?” She pointed up at the sun. “It’s hot.” She touched her arm. “Ouch.” She shook the bottle. “No ouch.”

He kept his face scrunched.

She sighed and dug around in the bag for the spray on sunscreen. “Do you want this kind? It’s faster.” She sprayed it across her own arms, legs, and face. “See? All done. Mase’s turn.”

He flinched away, but let her spray it on his arms and legs. When she held it up to his face, he blocked her with his hands. No! No, face!

“Okay, we’ll use the lotion for your face.” She grabbed the other bottle and squirted a little bit of it into her hand. She smeared it across her son’s nose, cheeks, and forehead, using her thumb to rub it in while he whined. “Yeah, I know you don’t like this part. But I’m almost done. See?” she pulled her hand away and rubbed the excess lotion across his neck. “All done. Now we can swim.”

Mason jumped excitedly.

“Yeah, we got to take off our shoes and put your floatie on.”

Mason was happily playing on the second step of Calum’s pool, Ashton sandwiched between Calum and Vanessa as they all sat on the ledge, when the back door opened and a blonde man with two dogs stepped outside. “Hey guys!” the man waved.

“Mikey!” the men greeted, nodding their heads.

Mason gasped, water droplets flying up when his hands hit the water. “Momma!” He pointed at Michael and the dogs.

“Yeah, more friends! You wanna go say hi?”

Mason shook his head, splashing at the water again. No, thanks. I’m swimming.

“Oh, hey there, buddy!” Michael cooed, coming to sit by the steps of the pool where Mason was. “You have dogs on your shirt! Do you like dogs too?”

Mason pointed at his Paw Patrol swim shirt and down at his matching trunks.

“Oh, you’re right! There’s doggies on your shorts too! Do you see the doggies over there?” Michael pointed to where Duke, Southy, and Moose were lazing in the shade.

Mason followed where Michael was pointing, and splashed at the water excitedly. Then, much like he had when he first saw Duke, he stuck out his tongue and panted at Michael.

“Yeah, those are the doggies!” Michael beamed at the boy. “I brought their toys so we can play with them later, okay?”

Mason nodded excitedly. “Momma!” he said, pointing up at Michael’s hair.

“Oh, you like my hair?” Michael asked, taking off his hat and ducking his head down.

Mason tentatively reached out a hand to touch Michael’s blond hair, shrieking in delight.

“Yellow’s his favorite color,” Vanessa explained. “He likes you.”

“Yes!” Michael pumped his fist in victory before flipping off Calum. “Suck it, Cal!”

Calum rolled his eyes. “Oh, piss off. Luke’s hair is the same color. And it’s curly. Your victory is short lived.”

Almost as if Calum willed it to be so, Luke strolled into the backyard, one hand helping swing Lily back and forth between him and his girlfriend. “Hey, guys!” Luke greeted cheerfully. 

The little girl, clearly much more comfortable around everyone than Mason was, let go of the hands helping her swing and took off running for Calum who swooped her up in a bear hug. 

“Momma!” Mason pointed at the yellow floatie hanging off of Cory’s arm who was a few paces behind the couple. 

“Yes, it is yellow,” Vanessa agreed, pulling her feet out of the water and standing up with Ashton.

“Nessa,” Ashton started to introduce. “This is Mike, Luke and his girlfriend Y/N, Y/N’s daughter, Lily, and Cory. Guys, this is my girlfriend, Vanessa and her son Mason.”

The three men nodded at her with a polite “hello.” Y/N wrapped Vanessa in a hug, with a “Oh, it’s so good to finally meet you! So nice to have another girl around, too.”

“Hey!” all the guys pretended to be offended, Luke even crossing his arms and pouting.

“Oh, you’re all great, hush. Lily, look. We have a new friend. Do you want to come say hi to Mason and Vanessa?”

“Hi,” the little girl said shyly, waving at them from where she was situated on Calum’s hip. 

“Hi, sweet girl,” Vanessa smiled at Lily. “Mason, do you want to say hi to your new friends?”

Mason splashed at the water, shaking his head. No thanks. I’m swimming.

“Swim too?” Lily asked, her eyes enviously watching Mason splash about on the step. 

“Yeah, Lily. C’mon let’s get your sunscreen and floatie on so you can swim with Mason,” Y/N said, holding out her arms to take Lily from Calum. 

Vanessa watched as Y/N was able to get Lily ready to swim with much less needing to explain every step of getting ready than she had needed to use for Mason. In a matter of moments, Lily was on the step with him. “Hi,” she said in her little voice, offering a toothy grin. 

Mason stepped back from her, looking around for help. “Momma?”

“I’m right here, sweet boy,” she answered, sitting back down along the pool’s edge. “This is Lily. She came here to play with you.”

He pointed again at her bumblebee floatie.

“Yeah, I see. Lily, Mason wants to say he likes your floatie. Yellow’s his favorite color.”

“Shh,” she said, pointing back at Mason. 

“Yeah, he is quiet. He doesn’t talk like you do,” Luke told her, sitting with his feet resting on the first step. The rest of the adults had also mingled their way back dipping their legs in the cool water, Ashton’s arm wrapped around her shoulder. 

Mason pointed excitedly at Luke’s hair, taking notice of the man’s blonde curls. “Momma!”

“Ha! See, I told you, Mike,” Calum gloated.

“What?” Luke laughed.

“Mike thought he was finally a favorite uncle because Mason likes his hair. I said he didn’t stand a chance against your curls.”

Luke laughed again, and shook his hair for Mason’s benefit, who squealed his delight. “Mase, gentle,” Vanessa warned as he reached for Luke’s hair. “Yep, just like that,” she kept talking as Mason softly patted Luke’s head.

“Aw, such a good Lukey,” Ashton, Calum, and Michael teased their youngest band member, making all 7 adults snort with laughter.

“Hello?” Finn’s voice called out loudly from somewhere inside the house.

“Out here, mate,” Ashton called back.

“I tried calling,” Finn explained as he presumably made his way through Calum’s house to the backyard. “Hope it’s okay I let myself in.”

“Daddy!” Mason shrieked, splashing water everywhere, causing Lily to shrink back and cover her ears.

“Shit, sorry. My phone’s in my bag,” Vanessa apologized.

“Nah, no worries. Door was open, thankfully.”

“Guys, this is Finn. Finn, this is everybody,” Vanessa introduced.

“Hey,” Finn flashed a smile while everyone offered up their names to him.

When Ashton didn’t join in the round of introductions, Calum piped up in a teasing tone, “Aw, c’mon, Ash. You’re not gonna introduce Finn you Vanessa, your girlfriend?”

Heat rose in Ashton’s cheeks as he flicked his foot in Calum’s direction, sending water flying all over his friend’s trunks. “Shut up, Cal…”

Vanessa laughed. “Aw, don’t be like that, he’s only teasing.” She leaned into Ashton. “Plus,” she whispered low so only Ashton could hear her, “I really like you introducing me that way.”

“And I like introducing you that way, baby.”

“Well if he won’t do it,” Calum grumbled playfully. “Finn, have you met Nessa by any chance? She’s Ashton’s girlfriend.”

All the adults, with the exception of Ashton, laughed. Ashton kicked his foot with more force, soaking Calum in retaliation. 

“Oh, you’re dead, mate.” Calum’s tongue clicked in his cheek as he stood up.

“Let’s see what you got,” Ashton taunted, standing up as well.

Calum gave chase and the two men raced around the pool.

“A fine example you’re setting for the kids!” Y/N scolded as she pushed herself up and away from the pool

“Honestly,” Vanessa agreed, following suit. “One of you is gonna trip and fall…”

“You mean, like this?” Ashton asked, before fake tripping next to Vanessa, wrapping his arms around her, and plunging them both into the pool as she squealed, “Ashton!”

~~~

After a surprisingly easy battle plucking two water happy toddlers from the pool for food, Cory, Finn, and Michael all slowly excused themselves home for the evening.

The remaining five adults lounged about in their respective chairs, chatting quietly while Lily, who had curled up on top of Luke after showing Mason how to play with the dogs, and was on the verge of nodding off. 

Mason, still on his towel in the grass, threw the ball one last time for Duke before wandering over to Ashton chair. He tugged at the man’s hand to get his attention. “Yeah, bud?”

Mason pointed at Lily and then at Ashton, before trying to climb up on the chair with him.

Ashton helped Mason lay across his chest, wrapping the boy securely in his arms, the way he had seen Vanessa hold him on the few occasions Mason allowed himself to be held.

Vanessa watched their sweet moment, and when Mason’s eyes started to close, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Ash?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m in love with you.”

Ashton grinned at her. “I’m in love with you too, baby.”

She moved to squeeze his hand in hers, freezing when Mason stirred. “Papa,” the little boy murmured, patting Ashton’s chest. 

Ashton and Vanessa’s eyes both went wide as they held in their celebration at Mason’s statement for fear of startling him. “Yes, I love you too, Mase,” Ashton whispered into his hair, before kissing the top of the sleeping toddler’s head.

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Honeydew Cha

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“Can’t believe this. Can’t even bloody believe this. Thought I was dating the smartest girl in the world, and here I come t’find out she doesn’t even know what ‘vacation’ means.” Junkrat wrinkled his nose, already smeared in sunscreen and dented by his oversized sunglasses. “Well here’s what it means, love. It means fucking off! We’ve fucked off from Overwatch and finally got time all to us here in Oz. It means we got weeks of leave for our very own pleasure, and we’re supposed to spend it drinking, rooting, or at the beach. It’s supposed to be those four things!”

“That’s three things,” Mei’s voice said from behind the changing screen.

“And here I am, ready for bonding at Bondi and this is how you do me! I’ve already got all our things- towels, blankets, umbrella, esky. Even got my trunks and hat and thong on—”

“Your what on?”

“My shoe, Mei! You know, pluggers, flip-flop shoes. I mean, with the peg I only have the one. Did you think I meant the other kind of thong? Because ‘strewth, I’ll go put one of those on too, if it’ll get you to come to the beach with me!”

“Please do not!” She made no move to come out from the screen and seemed unmoved by his fits. “Besides, I told you I wanted to do other things than just lounge at the beach all day. I got the idea when we were out walking the other night and I think this might be really good for me. And I think you’ll change your tune when I tell you the rest of my plans.”

“What’s to tell? You snuck out and got a bloody job while we’re on vacation at the shore! Got this nice vacay cabin all to ourselves, just steps away from the surf and sand, and you’re not gonna appreciate it. My very fave girl is on holiday with me, and she wants to spend it working?! And they say I’m the mad one?”

Her voice gained a sing-song quality, lilting in tone. “I still think you’re going to liiiiike it! Just give me one more moment and you’ll see.”

“Unless you’re coming out of there with surprise lacies on, I doubt I’m gonna—”

The screen shuffled aside and Junkrat squinted, suddenly unsure about things. Mei definitely was not wearing a brand new set of lingerie all for him, but what she was wearing was certainly enough to give him pause. He recognized it almost at once too: the green sweater vest and matching visor, the little ruffled yellow apron, the polka dot socks, the cheerful winking mascot…and those jean shorts that rode up so high on those nice wide thighs were certainly nothing to be ignored, he especially appreciated that particular part of her uniform. Her new job’s uniform.

“Honeydew Cha? You’re working at Honeydew Cha?” He lingered forward, rubbing at his chin and inspecting her. “Arright, love, you got me interested.”

“I told you!” She flashed him a little smirk. “And I know you might think it’s a little crazy to get a job while I’m on vacation, but… I think it might be good for me? I like spending time at the beach with you and Mr. Roadhog, I really do, but I want to do more than just linger around on the sand all day. I think I want to meet people and talk to everyone and learn new things and…” She suddenly faltered, gaze downcast. “And I used to be a tea waitress back while I was still studying. I remember it being really fun? And then I graduated and went away…and then I was…gone…nine years…”

Junkrat was already upon her, long arms wrapping about her new uniform and rumpling her nice green sweater as he nuzzled at her hair and snorted air into her ear with his pointed nose. She yelped aloud and pushed at him, but it had served to distract her. He plucked at her apron with his mechanical hand curiously. “Getting a job at all though? Is it because of money? I got cash to spare! Tell me what it is you need and I’ll get it! Whatever you want, darl!”

“It’s really not about money, honest. I just want to do something normal. I woke up and everything was so strange, and Overwatch was different and the world was different and the climate is getting worse and my friends are all in trouble and maybe it would be okay if I just did this for a little while and forgot about it all? I could serve tea and chat with customers and not worry about everything, and maybe I could feel like I used to, before everything happened. It’s just simple and nice. Like it could just be tapioca pearls and fruit poppers and people being happy drinking their tea and just being…normal. Does that make sense?”

“Nah,” he blurted out, before noticing her crestfallen expression. He frowned, chin jutting as he tilted his head to rest atop her visor. “I mean! Uh, I guess I dunno what all that’s like. But if that’s what ya wanna do? ‘Course I’m not gonna stop you from working. Just don’t understand why you wanna spend your vacation at work.”

“I like working. I think this will be fun. And this is just a little seasonal part-time sort of thing, just to help the shop for the big holiday vacationer rush. I saw the Help Wanted ad and the owner seemed really grateful for the extra hand. Plus…” She rolled onto the balls of her feet, folding her arms behind her and staring upward coyly. “I mean, if you don’t want me using the Honeydew Cha employee discount…?”

Rat gave her an affronted look before snickering aloud. “You trying to bribe me with free boba, you little tart?”

“Milk tea, half sweet, extra pearls! Just how you like it?”

“Huh. Tempting, tempting. Can I bring in my own container and fill ‘er up? Swear it, I’ll drink it straight out of a bucket. I mean, it would definitely not be the first time I’ve drank some stuff I found straight out of a bucket—”

“Ew, Jamie.”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll try not t’let my feelings be hurt when I’m all by my lonesome at the beach. But I got conditions. One— you abuse the hell out of the free boba thing whenever we want. I’m talking Super Gulp American Size! Two— I get to fuck you in full honeydew uniform. With the pony and polka dot socks still on and everything.”

“That’s strange, but okay,” she said, pulling herself to the tips of her toes to kiss his chin. “But not right now, because I’m going in for my first shift! I’ll see you this evening, okay? And I’ll bring you a boba tea every night I work.”

“You better! You got a deal, darl!”

 ***

Serving boba tea and customer service was a lot different than how she remembered it. Maybe it was just being in Australia? Or had boba tea changed since then? Or had she just gotten older and everything really was just that different from however she remembered this job, from so many years ago. The customers seemed a little grumpier, the machines weren’t the ones she had learned to work, her co-workers were no longer the same age as her, and everything just seemed a little harder than what she’d thought.

She’d been at this little job at Honeydew Cha for a few weeks now, much to Junkrat’s irritation, but it was only for a few hours a day. He tended to lighten up a little when she placated him with a steady stream of all sorts of different tea flavors and treats every time he stopped by…and Roadhog hadn’t cared one way or the other, but she brought him entire bags of leftover pastries after the day was done and he always thanked her anyway. Even then, before each and every shift, Junkrat bothered her to drop everything and go to the beach with him.

But now their vacation time was dwindling and her side job was coming to a close anyway. At least she’d been able to help out the Honeydew Cha during its busiest season. There had been a steady stream of customers all afternoon as the temperature soared and overheated beach-goers ducked inside for air conditioning and cold drinks. Most of them had been quite pleasant, the Australian boardwalk crowd being so infamous for their laid-back attitudes and surf culture.

But there were always the outliers…

It was a group of six: five boys and a single girl, all in their teens or early twenties. None of them bore the mechanical limbs or robotic enhancements of the Outback’s junker clans, but something about their countenance made Mei just as wary of them. Their leader seemed to be the largest of them and was almost as tall as Junkrat himself, though built wider, with spiked black hair and a jacket despite the hot weather. The scraggly lone girl clung to him and giggled in his ear, whispering as he pulled out his wallet and counted out money for her tea. When Mei smiled at them and offered to take their order, the girl glared at her and pulled him closer.

They made their orders with no trouble and they paid, but Mei kept an eye on them all the same, as they loitered in one of the booths and talked and laughed too loudly. She could ignore them at first, but their conversation quickly turned crude and sexual in no time at all.  Mei could do little but keep one ear out as she leaned down to check the syrup pumps and count their cups. As the group drained their boba and popped pearls between their teeth, things took a turn for the disgusting.

“Anyhow, that’s why I had to leave that party real fast. Turns out she had a boyfriend.”

“What, the scrag you went upstairs with? That was a fockin’ thing to walk in on. You going at it, with the fat one with the pockmarked arse?”

“Oi. Barely fatter than the ricer they got working the counter here, mate.”

Mei’s heart dropped, freezing mid-stack and staying very still for a moment. Her throat suddenly felt very tight, but she swallowed the feeling down and forced herself to move again, continuing to unpack the cups. So what if that group were being jerks over at that table. Jerks were temporary, and they’d be leaving soon. Those jerks. She just had to let it pass, and breathe, and ignore them…

The voices continued, and even though she knew she shouldn’t, Mei listened.

“She ain’t that bad for one. I’d fuck her. Nice big tits. Bigger tits than yours.”

“What the hell! Fuck you.”

“Ay, you’d fuck anything, mate. Even an omnic. Fuckin’ root rat.”

“Fuck off.”

“She’s prettier than the one at the slope shop on your road. Heh. Go ask her out on a date? Give her a tip and then give her the tip, ay! You can have kids that look like this.”

When Mei dared to peek through the little slit between the top and bottom counter, she already knew what she would see. Sure enough, the group were pulling their eyelids shut, pinching them upwards and making grotesque parodies of their faces. She felt her chest lurch again in a potent mixture of anger, sorrow, and even a tinge of pity. But how dare they! How dare they! She should march right over there and tell them off for being such bullies, for being so—

But could she risk it? The owner of the shop might get angry at her for antagonizing the customers, even the rude ones. And she had been having a nice time before that, just serving boba and treats like in the old days. She couldn’t let it get to her, no matter how awful they were being. Best to just wait them out until they left.

Unfortunately for her, they seemed to have no intention of leaving. They carried on, discussing loudly what sexual positions that they had planned for her and wondered as to her cup size. Mei did her best to stay out of sight, and wished she’d had Snowball and her endothermic blaster with her. That would shut them up, all right. Maybe if she built a new blaster very quickly out of the boba chiller in the back…?

“What about the other girl? The skinny ginger with the sunburn?” One of the boys wondered aloud.

Mei felt her temper flare anew, head jerking up to where said ‘sunburnt ginger’ was working unawares in front of a fruit slicing machine. That girl was one of her younger co-workers, still in her teens, a softspoken local who had admitted to Mei that she had hoped this job would help her get over her shyness. And now that group of boys was targeting her too.

“Wot, that one? Yeah, I seen her here before. No tits or arse on that one, though.”

“Wonder if she’s sunburnt all over? Heh.”

“You know what they say about gingers, mate? They say down th—”

CLACK.

She could ignore it when they targeted her, but she wasn’t about to let it happen to that girl or anyone else in her charge. Mei slammed the empty stack of cups onto the counter with a clatter, swinging open the little door as she went marching straight towards them as all heads turned her way. No matter her cheerfully goofy outfit with the frills and ruffles and polka dots, she descended on the group like a thunderstorm, her jaw set and her eyes narrowed.

“Tíng xiàlái! Excuse me but you need to stop this instant! These awful things you’re saying, you need to stop.” She tried to loom over them as best she could despite her height, little white gloves clenching into fists. “In fact, I think you need to leave! Right now!”

For a moment, silence reigned in the Honeydew Cha as every patient turned to watch the tiny woman in the bubble tea waitress uniform confront an entire pack of Aussie goons. Even the group seemed startled at first, though it rapidly changed to confusion, annoyance, and anger. The girl was the first to react, shooting her a sneering grin and urging the boys on as she wrapped her arms around the largest boy’s arm and shook him to action.

“Leave off, we haven’t done anything wrong! We don’t have to go anywhere!” she said.

The boy snorted and took another swig of his drink. “Dunno why you’re so worked up about what we said, none of it was that bad.”

“No! You need to leave the premises at once!” Mei said, pointing to the door. “If you have a problem, you can call our Honeydew Cha headquarters, I’m sure they’d love to hear from you. But you are not staying here after that. Leave!”

There was an answering array of snickers and insults, but when Mei narrowed her gaze and stared them down, they finally stirred and began to drag themselves upright. Muttering insults and shooting her nasty looks, they finally began to head to the door. Passing by the counter at the front, they headed for the exit…only for the girl to suddenly launch to the side, seizing the jar that had been set by the register. The jar had been decorated with post-it notes and drawings that Mei had made herself, with little cartoons of her yeti doodle thanking them for the tips.

With that day having been busier than ever, it was brimming with tips. Coins and bills filled it nearly to the brim where they simply hadn’t had the chance to empty it. Some of the coins went bouncing away as the girl slung it under one arm, laughed and gave her the finger, and then broke into a run as all the boys followed after her. In a sudden stampede, they nearly broke the door open as they fled.

“Hey!” Mei flung herself after them, but it was too late. She stumbled to a stop at the open door, yelling after them. “That’s our tip jar!”

Hoots and jeers answered her.

“What, you wanted us to leave!”

“Thanks for the tea, you chunky-arse cunt!”

“I got a tip for you right here!”

One of the boys made a very offensive gesture at her with both hands.

“Hey! Hey! You get back here this instant! You can’t—!” Mei lingered there in the open doorway, unable to continue. She wasn’t about to leave her younger cohorts alone in the shop, and without Snowball or her weapons to back her up, there was no way she could take on an entire group like them if things went south. She could only watch as her team’s hard-earned tips got further away in the hands of those goons, their laughter fading as they slowed to a walk, when they saw her unable to chase them. She bit her lip and sniffled, and had just started to close the door in abject defeat when a shadow fell across her.

“Oi! S’wrong, love? What’s going on?”

She whirled about, to where Junkrat suddenly stood above her. “Oh, Jamie! Those awful people just robbed us!! They made a mess and caused trouble and took the jar and they were…” Her expression fell. “They were saying very awful things…About us. About me.”

His face darkened, glancing up to where the group was laughing and walking away, the stolen jar still under one arm. Even if it wasn’t the jar that really concerned him. “You? Saying things ‘bout you? What kinda things?”

His suspicions were confirmed when Mei looked down, refusing to meet his gaze. “It was bad…I don’t want to repeat…”

“Oh yeah?” He asked, voice suddenly too airy. “Well, my tea can wait. Lemme just go see about that jar…and see if maybe I can’t get ‘em to rethink talking to you like that.” He started off, peg leg clacking, and made a strange gesture to Roadhog. The larger man only nodded and peeled off into the crowd, heading in the opposite direction.

Mei watched him go, leaning further and further out the door, still unable to follow. “Jamie, wait! Wait, don’t blow anyone up! Please! I-I’m fine, see! No matter what they said, I’m fine! We can make more tips! Jamie!”

But he was already gone.

 ***

The gang of goons turned a corner, still celebrating their victory as the girl passed the stolen tip jar to her boyfriend to start counting out. Wasn’t a bad take, especially since it had irked that Chinese lady so much. Heading down an alleyway, littered with dumpsters and bins from the nearby shops and restaurants, they began to talk over their plans for dinner. The tip jar would more than pay for all of them, after all.

Over the sound of their chattering, the clicking and clacking of a peg-legged gait sounded behind them. Junkrat, smiling maniacally as ever, had found and followed them. At a leisurely pace, he started tailing after them, giggling the entire way before finally hooting aloud for their attentions.

“Hey mates! How ya goin!”

The others were none too keen on his appearance, their leader lingering behind to scoff at him.

“The fuck’s a junker doing out here? Lost your way home to the landfill? Oi, need directions to the nearest bin?”

The entire group laughed, and Junkrat abruptly began shrilling his wild laugh along with them. Cackling like a hyena, he bent over and slapped at both his knees with a thud and a clank, before his head jerked upright, yellow eyes alight and lips stretching open in his mad grin. “Ahahaha! Good one, mates! Haha! A trash bin! Ya sure got me! Imagine! Hahaha! A junker and his bins!”

His laughter only rose in pitch and ferocity. They scowled at that, and their leader snorted and flicked a cigarette in his direction, turning to lead his lackeys off along the other length of alleyway. “Fockin’ junkers, ay, radiation-rotted in the brains. Dunno what this city’s comin’ to. C’mon, let’s go—”

“Now hold on, mates! Hold on!” Rat hobbled after them with his uneven limp. “C’mon, I appreciate a good sense of humor much as anyone. Heh, junkers belonging in the bin! Absolute classic. And…say, you know any other real good ones?”

“The fuck you w—”

“Ya know. Maybe about nice ladies working in boba shops, with a ponytail and glasses, Chinese accent? That sweet girl in the green uniform what you’ve had some real choice remarks about. That girl. My girl.” His grin tightened, teeth scraping so hard that they nearly sparked. “How about it! Ya had any real rippers about my girl? Ya wanna tell them to me right now?”

There was a long pause from the other group, glancing to one another before the leader finally snorted and went skulking down the alley more. “Ah, fuck off.”

“C’mon now, let’s all be mates! I just wanna know what you said to my Mei!” Rat said, still following them. “Just tell me what you said to her. And normally I got no qualms at all about taking money that’s just laying out there in perfectly good jars, but… Well y’see, that’s my girl’s money, right there. So you gotta give it back too.”

That made the whole group turn upon him, and several of the larger ones began to advance to back up their leader, standing until they were shoulder to shoulder. Junkrat found himself faced with an entire little crowd of bogans that were nearly as large as he was, and significantly more aggressive. Several of them were already reaching for the batons and knives he knew they were carrying. But still he didn’t back down, and his grin didn’t even waver as he faced them head-on.

“Now this is normally something that I don’t do, but because my girl’s involved and she’s a real sweet sort, I’m gonna give you a choice between easy way or hard way. Now the easy way is, you fucks are gonna go apologize to my girl first of all, and give back what you took from her. Easy squeezy! Or you can choose the hard w—”

The lead man moved, his hand launching out from his belt and holding a glint of metal. The knife slashed through the air, narrowly missing the junker’s lanky frame.

There was a blur of movement, followed by the sickening hollow crack of bone against bone. The top of Junkrat’s thick skull slammed full force into the man’s forehead, splitting skin and crunching cartilage as part of his nose dented inward, and took part of a socket with it. He staggered backward as the knife went spinning out of his grasp, stunned, eyes rolling in several directions before he collapsed against a nearby wall and clutched at his face with a shout. His mates surged forward to aid him, holding him up before he could fall any further.

“Hard way it is!” Rat reared up to his full height, blood trickling a sticky trail down along his grinning features, outlining his wild smile where every tooth was bared, yellow eyes alight.  “You’re choosin’ to scrap with a junker?! Good choice, mates! Oi, Roadie! They chose the hard way!”

The other group had just begun to rally, their leader balling his fists and starting to square up with the lanky junker across from him, when there was a low rumble from the shadows at the other end of the alleyway. Amongst the piles of garbage and dumpsters, an immense shape turned its head and began to lift out of the background. The pig-masked behemoth loomed above them, one tree-trunk-thick arm uncurling with a viciously curved metal hook in his hand. Slowly advancing towards the scene, he let the sharpened tip drag along the wall, screeching and spitting sparks as it went.

Junkrat cackled from the other end of the chokepoint. With a metallic clatter, he slammed a fistful of grenades into the weapon he suddenly sported in one hand, aimed right at them. The group of hooligans found themselves penned in between the two junkers, one armed with explosives and the other…a veritable monster that was headed their way.

“Oi!” Still grinning and with his face covered in blood, Rat whistled jovially to catch their attention. “You still don’t wanna apologize to my girl? Then how ‘bout you make it up to her.”

“We didn’t mean nothing by it, ay!”

“Swear, it was nothing!”

“How we gonna—”

“SHUT!” Rat shrilled, lifting his grenade launcher as they shrank back. “You’re gonna drop your money and everything what you got…and if you don’t feel like droppin’ em, then my mate would be happy to uh, give you a sort of pat-down? And I gotta warn you, he’s got a reputation for playin’ a bit rough. Ain’t that right, Roadie?”

Roadhog rumbled dangerously, and the group shrunk into an ever-smaller circle. The girl was the first to crack, audibly starting to cry even as she upended her purse and began tossing her belongings onto the filthy ground. Among them was the crumpled bills from the shop’s tip jar. Following her lead, wallets and jewelry and credits and other bits and pieces began to shower down onto the pavement, and even their foul-tempered leader soon tossed his wallet and cards onto the ground before Hog’s spiked boots.

“That’s all of it, mate, swear.”

“We’re gonna go, we’re gonna go.”

“No harm, ay? We’ll fuck off.”

Junkrat’s gaze darted downward before he snorted aloud, nodding sharply to Roadhog before his blood-smeared grin eased and he cheerfully stepped to the side, waving them forward with his gun. “See! Glad we got all that sorted out. And if me and Roadie see you cunts lurking anywhere within boba’s reach of that shop, well… Let’s just say that Roadie’s got a real temper on him and I dunno if I’d be able to stop the big lug. In fact…seems he might be in a bit of a mood right now. Go on, then, start runnin’.”

They took their chance, bolting forward just as Roadhog’s gargantuan form suddenly broke into a run. Scraping his hook against the brick, he hurled the wicked metal thing forward in a rattle of chains, blurring forward just as the group scattered at the alley’s mouth and dispersed into all directions, their screams trailing after them. Silence soon returned to the little alleyway, and Hog took up his place guarding the entry while his younger partner began picking through the offerings left behind.

 ***

“Order number 342! Passionfruit Sunset, oolong milk tea, berry matcha!”

Mei didn’t have time to worry about that pack of hoodlums. It was just before closing now, with only a lingering handful of people waiting for the last orders and she had been so distracted by trying to keep up that she’d nearly been able to forget that group of awful people… Almost. She just had to focus on this last stretch before closing. The kitchen was splattered with syrups and flavorings, loose pearls rolled about the ground or burst under her feet, and she was starting to forget which flavors went with which colors.

“Taro milk tea and a lychee with peach poppers!” She started the blenders for the hundredth time that day, only pausing to try and slide the visor back up her sweaty forehead and adjust her crooked glasses. Her feet were staring to ache and her smile was starting to fade, but her crew was counting on her to see them through and she wasn’t about to let everyone down. Maybe she could try to refill the tip jar with her own money today, too? She couldn’t let them down…

No matter how tired she was, she immediately stood to attention when a familiar voice joined the throng of customer conversation. It was just one Australian accent among many, but the screeching tone of it, followed by the sudden movement of everyone away from the door heralded Rat’s entrance. He limped in with the telltale k-thud k-thud of his peg, and immediately sashayed right to the front of the (suddenly dispersed) line and threw down his bag and leaned on the top of the counter in his most roguish pose.

“Hey, babe! Gimme your biggest bucket of half-sweet, and then you can give me a full sweet, right here!” He tapped his cheek and leaned down as if for a kiss. “And then, you can give me a—”

“J-Jamison! Hi!” She interrupted just as he was about to make a lewd gesture, waving both hands before lowering her voice. ”Oh no, is that blood on  your forehead? Please tell me you didn’t hurt anybody over a silly tip jar?”

He quickly wiped away the trickles of red that he’d missed earlier. “What do you take me for! Not to worry. Barely even a scratch, maybe a bruise or two. They’re lucky Roadie and I didn’t hook ‘em and cook ‘em. Nah, gave them a spook was all. Swear it.”

“Just so long as nobody got hurt, please?” She sighed, pushing her sweaty hair back once more. “Well, I guess scaring them is okay…they were being pretty awful. And the things they said! And stealing the tips from my team! Just awful, they were being total…Um.”

“Cunts?”

“No, no, I’m not saying that. What’s Australian, something kind of mean but nicer than that?”

“Galahs. Dipsticks. Drongos.”

“Yes! They were being real drongos!” she said with a little smile, before passing him his milk tea, half sweet, just how he liked.

“Thanks, darl. Well isn’t that fine service. Oi, ladies and gents, isn’t that just the finest boba service you ever did see?!” He turned upon the little crowd in the waiting area, and received a few hesitant agreements and nervous laughter. Nodding to himself, he ripped open his pack and reached both arms into it, rummaging about. “Best Honeydew Cha I been to all day, and I think that deserves a tip!”

He produced her stolen smiley-faced jar from the bag and began digging out entire handfuls of cash, credits, and random little jewels and metal bits, stuffing them inside. When that was filled past the brim, he began snatching at cups and cramming them full as well, pushing them across the counter to the stunned boba shop staff. Tucking the last few dollars into a sample cup while they tried to handle the sudden deluge of tip money, he placed both hands on his hips and watched the chaos in an extremely self-satisfied way.

“Oh. And they also send you their apologies for the things what they said to you, by the by. Hope this’ll cover it.”

“W-where did you even get—” Mei sputtered, then turned upon him with that uniquely accusatory smile. “You know something, I’m not even mad that you probably beat up those bullies. Maybe they’ll learn to be nicer. I’m giving you a pass this time. And you’ve really made my team happy so…” She lifted her voice again. “Okay, Honeydew Crew, thank you to Mr. Fawkes for feeling so generous today. And you all did such a great job today that I’m giving you all my share as a bonus…in exchange for you taking care of tonight’s clean-up.”

There was a chorus of agreement as she swung open the little door behind the counter, untying her apron as she looped her arm around his and passed him his favorite half-sweet tea. He grinned at her before giving her a squeeze, letting her guide him of the shop and down the boardwalk where Roadhog was waiting. For a moment, they walked together in silence as he busied himself with his tea…before he nearly spit it out all over the top of her head when he heard her sigh and grumble aloud.

“...I really wish I had gotten to punch them.”

“Ay?!”

“I know! I know it’s mean but…They were mean first,” she huffed, before giggling at his expression. “But, thank you for taking care of those no-good bullies. And for stealing everything back.”

“That’s cold! Oh, I like that from you! Uh, why don’t we leave Roadie to his lonesome and head back to the bungalow, maybe work out some of that aggression you got?” His arm wrapped about her, gripping at her side. “Whaddaya say?”

“I…think that’s a good idea, actually,” she said with a little smile. “But maybe in a little while. It’s still a nice night for a walk. Why don’t you and I go to the beach?”

[haro-ra]

If She-ra characters were Homestuck trolls

Glimmer: Fuchsia— Leader of the Rebellion (and by extension, the other princesses) makes her the closest equivalent to the Empress class. While she’s a good person, she is also temperamental, lending to the myth that highbloods have rages. Powerful magic user with flexible abilities and the ability to learn new ones could easily parallel Condy’s power-stealing.

Mermista: Violet — Fish. She’s the MERMAID PRINCESS of course she has to be the sea dweller that’s just how it WORKS I mean COME ON this one’s obvious people. Spoiled rich-girl attitude and notable investment in environmental conservation (wonders if people know what beauty products are even made of and then insists on being a knife).

Adora: Purple — Primed to lean into a cult mentality (the Horde vs the Mirthful Churchful). Important place on her society’s hierarchy. POWERFUL fighter. At her base state, she’s a buff jock who could kick your ass. As She-ra (comparable to the berserker rages of the chucklevoodoos) she’s unstoppable. DEEP-SEATED need to receive validation from others, especially parental figures. She’d make a good clown okay.

Scorpia: Navy Blue — BUFF! SHE STRONG! One punch and you’re out, man, you’re out, she threw a man off the side of a ship one-handed and showed no signs of effort. She flung a guard from his post in the Fright Zone prison. She’s strong as high hell and hot as fuck what other color could she even BE? Also, she’s a well-intentioned autistic GOOD girl, who wants to do the right thing but... doesn’t implicitly know what the right thing is. She tries very hard to follow her society’s rules, hoping that will make her “good,” but ultimately has to put aside what she was taught, what she was raised to be, in favor of the people she knows and loves.

Huntara: Cerulean — She’s smart, crafty. Willing to get her hands dirty. While she’s not anywhere near the level of sheer-evil the Serkets embody, Huntara exhibits the positive traits of her caste. That being: she likes winning, and she’s good at it. Competitive, snarky, a master of thieves, she’s everything the canon ceruleans WISH they were.

Double Trouble: Teal — First, there’s the dragon/lizard/chameleon motifs, so let’s keep things obvious people. Second, there’s the razor sharp teeth, so, again, it’s just character design. Then there’s the sheer joy at wreaking havoc. The absolutely hiveshit insane mentality of “oh you know what would be so fucking funny?” Double Trouble and Terezi would be the BANE of everyone’s existence and you know it. DT is an instigator, a chaos agent, a petty bitch who LIVES for the drama of it all. If they ever die in-canon you bet your ass they’d draw their own chalk-line first. They’re going to fuck you over and laugh at you.

Perfuma: Jade — She’s a gardener, a beautiful and sunshiny girl. She’s also a demon in battle and the last person you wanna piss off. #momfriend. A high-femme who loves pretty dresses and buff women. Will she grow tulips and make sure you’re eating your vegetables? Yes. Is she extraordinarily patient, especially given the company she keeps? Oh so much. Will she d e s t r o y you in a fight? 101% absolutely yes.

Sea Hawk: Olive — Adventure! Excitement! Gratuitous violence! A playful nature! Wait what was that third one? Sea Hawk is so friendly, so nice, it’s almost like you can forget that he regularly commits arson and beats (almost) everyone in arm wrestling (How many people treat Nepeta like she isn’t the fiercest hunter who paints her walls in the blood of the animals she kills. How many.) Also, this keeps with the theme that olive and navy blue are, like, diamond soul-mates (You know that entire episode in the Northern Reach was just an enemies-to-moirails fanfiction on Netflix. You KNOW it was).

Entrapta: Yellow — Deeply, unnervingly smart. The most phenomenal and brilliant to ever live. Utterly unwilling to have any kind of morals or external motivation to do things that she, specifically, doesn’t fuckin feel like doing. But despite that, she’s ride or die for her friends (up to and until she feels she’s been discarded or betrayed by them). Would definitely preemptively attach biowires to her brain and thread them through her hair. So many explosions. Remember how often Sollux coded shit to explode other people’s computers? Remember how he could make explosions come out of his eyes? Entrapta would be too powerful but honestly? It’s what she deserves.

Catra: Brown — There’s a reason she feels like she’s got to prove herself all the time. From the moment she was old enough to understand it, she’s been told she was second best. Bottom of the barrel. She covers her insecurities with swagger that no one’s actually buying and false-confidence that makes her act like a jerk with ever-increasing frequency. Also, this one just fits in with her color theme.

Bow: Burgundy — Okay this one was also sort of for the color theme but! He’s smart, he’s relentlessly positive, it’s hard to make him snap. But when he does snap, watch out, he’s got arrows and he’s got archer’s muscles. But he’s a friend! :D He wants to be friends! :D He’s a good boy! While the origin of his birth isn’t anything extraordinary, he never lets that stop him. While he’s no princess (highblood) he’s still got skills to bring to the table, and he is the opposite of a quitter.

I am very open to discussion but I Am Right and all points will be Thoroughly Debated

[strawnarrries]

Tease

Summary: After hours of subtly teasing Niall, you finally get what you want.

Requested: yes 

POV: 2nd

Warning(s): smut! and mentions of oral

i apologize if i got any details wrong about how golf tournaments work bc i know nothing about golf :p

Seeing him in those tight golf pants and that collared shirt had you feeling some type of way. It was golf season and Niall was invited to play in a golf tournament, the Celebrity Matches prior to the Ryder Cup to be exact. You never really cared for golf, you thought it was boring. You loved Niall and would do anything for him, so being the sweet and supportive wife you are, you tagged along with him. You didn't really know what to wear to events like these, so you asked Niall and he replied with, "Doesn't matter. Jus' wear somet'in ya'd wear t' church." You decided on a cute pair of dark pink jeans and a white button up with light pink lining. You couldn't lie, you were really feeling yourself. He wore tight, white, Nike golf pants that shaped his bottom perfectly. A dark blue collared shirt adorned his chest, the sleeves accentuating his arm muscles beautifully. It was a little bit windy outside so he had slipped on a blue zip-up and placed a matching blue snapback on his head. He was perfection in your eyes. 

The game itself was not climactic at all for you. You had made friends with a couple of the other wives and girlfriends there, but you still wanted to have a little bit of fun. You and Niall were well into your sex-life, so you knew what got him going and what didn't. You would send him sexy glances and watch longingly as he played, whispering sweet nothings and your sexual inside jokes into his ear when you got the chance. You would occasionally flash him a little bit of skin, being cautious of the eyes around you. You would sip your drink slowly or let your hands "accidentally" slip; just doing every innocent thing that you knew turned him on. 

"Baby, please stop. I don't wanna have a massive boner 'n front of all these people." he begged, soft enough for only you to hear.

"What'rya talking about?" you asked, looking up at him with innocent eyes. 

He didn't reply, only giving you a deathly glare. You grinned at him before he walked away. Did you stop? Of course not! What's the fun in that? You continued to play little games with him, watching him struggle and adjust his pants every five minutes. For the last couple of holes, he didn't really pay attention to you (occasionally sending you glances). He was doing his best to keep his dirty thoughts at ease and focus on the game. You talked to a couple of girls you met while you watched him play, admiring his ass in those pants. 

You felt your lips begin to get a little dry, so you dug into your bag and pulled out your coconut chapstick. You wanted Niall to watch you put it on because it drew attention to your lips and you knew Niall loved your lips. You waited until he looked in your direction before opening the cap and slowly applying it to your lips, keeping your eyes locked with his. He had no facial expression, but you could tell it was driving him insane. His jaw was clenched and his adam's apple bobbed as he gulped. Thoughts were swirling through his head about your lips and what he knows they can do to him. You rubbed your lips together before closing the cap and slipping it back into your purse. You looked back up at him and he wasn't watching you anymore. He was interacting with one of his mates as they waited for the next hole. With a satisfied smile on your face, you turned and asked Amelia, Niall's friend Jamie Dornan's wife whom you met years ago, a question.

Soon enough Niall began walking in your direction before he growled into your ear as he walked past you, "Yer gonna fuckin' get it when we get home," 

You couldn't help the blush that rose to your cheeks and the soft chuckle that left your lips. Amelia asked with a soft giggle, "What'd he say?" 

"He's being annoying," you replied. 

The game had finally come to an end and it was time to go. After saying your goodbyes to everyone, Niall grabbed your hand and lead you to your ride. A security guard opened the black, car door and Niall hopped in, you following shortly after. The second the car door shut, he threw himself on you and attached his lips to your neck. 

"Mm, baby, okay, okay, okay, okay," you hummed, pushing him off of you, "Slow down. We're not even home yet."

"Yer so fuckin' mean," he growled, narrowing his lust-filled eyes at you, "'m so hard it hurts." 

You grinned softly, leaning in and connecting his lips to yours, slowly moving yours against his and setting a pace. His lips were soft and gentle against yours, feeling like flower petals and tasting like the strawberry chapstick he had on. Your tongues battled for dominance, soft hums leaving your throat. 

"Ya know what you were doin' t' me up dere?" he mumbled against your lips, his accent thick, "Couldn't focus 'cause all I could t'ink about was fuckin' ya int' next week."

"I'm so wet." you whispered.

"Mm, bet ya are," he cocked his eyebrows and gave you a smirk, "Got yerself riled up," 

You whimpered, kissing the corner of his mouth before kissing his lips. With one hand pressed against his thigh, the other cupped his face, your lips moving in sync with his. He licked into your mouth, exalting his dominance over you. You deepened your kisses, craving more of him. You could never get enough of him. He always made you feel good, not only between the sheets but even his kisses had you imagining some not so innocent things. You squeezed your thighs together when you felt a pulse between your legs, soft hums falling from your throat.

Luckily, the car you were in had a lot of privacy. The back was meant for a group of people, but it was only you and Niall. There was a wall that separated the front from the back and a tinted window in the middle of it so the driver and the passenger could communicate if they needed to. You were positive you could still hear through the wall, so you both spoke quietly.

"Look at dat." he hummed, cocking his head and acknowledging you to look down at his manhood, "You did dat." 

His white pants were even tighter than they were before. His bulge was prominent, begging to be released. You licked your lips and reached over, palming him. He was hard as a rock, throbbing against your palm. You looked up at him and he bit his bottom lip as he stared at yours. He leaned in and began kissing you again while your hand mindlessly started to massage his bulge, releasing just a little bit of the tension that was built up.

You wanted to do something for him right now since you've been so mean to him all day. You let your kisses trail down to his neck, feeling his scruff tickle your skin. You inched your way between his legs, getting on your knees in front of him. Fiddling with his belt, he stopped you.

"Ooh baby, as much as I would love gettin' a blowie in da backseat of da car, I don't t'ink we should." he hummed, taking off his hat and running his fingers through his hair before adjusting his hat back on his head again.

You looked up at him through your mascara covered lashes, a pout on your lips before he added, "Don't wanna risk it." 

"You're boring." you joked, sitting down on the seat next to him again.

"Oh please, you'd be mortified if ya got caught givin' me a blowjob," he teased, "Probably wouldn't leave our bed fer days."

He was 100% correct, but you weren't going to admit that to him, so you stayed quiet. He was being cautious, but you knew how badly he needed a release. There were a couple of seconds of silence before you spoke up again, "Can I still touch you?" 

"Please do," he replied, letting his head fall against the headrest, "I feel like 'm bouta explode." 

You attached your lips to his neck again, sucking and nipping at all of his sweet spots. Palming his bulge again, you massaged it, trying to give him as much pleasure as you could with clothes on. The car soon came to a stop and the tinted window that separated the driver and the backseat opened. You both quickly separated from each other, not wanting the driver to know you all were snogging in the back. Once the window was all the way down, the nice man spoke, "Alright, we're here." 

You gathered your belongings as a security guard opened the door for you, both of you humming out thank you's. The guard handed Niall his golf bag and you were on your way. Luckily there were only a couple fans waiting for you, so you said hi and took a few pictures before heading up to your room. The elevator ride was full of sexual tension but you managed to keep it PG, knowing there were cameras present. The elevator door opened and you both hurried to your room. Niall got out the key and unlocked the door, opening it and letting you walk in first. Shutting the door behind him, he leaned his golf bag against the wall and locked the door. Turning back around, you both began to slip off your shoes, kicking them to the side. 

"Can't even explain how bad I need ya righ' now." you heard him murmur before his lips were on top of yours. 

His arms were wrapped around your waist, yours wrapped around his neck. His hands roamed your back, feeling every inch of it from under your blouse. Grabbing onto the brim of his hat, you took it off his head, tossing it onto the closest surface. Immediately, your fingers began braiding through his locks, massaging his scalp with your pastel yellow painted nails. You hummed against his lips when his hands moved downwards, cupping your bum and squeezing it. 

You pulled away from his lips and allowed your hands to trail down to his broad chest. Using your index finger and your thumb, you grabbed onto the zipper of his jacket and dragged it down to the bottom. You slipped your fingers into the jacket and placed them on his shoulders, pushing the jacket off of him. He pulled it down his arms and dropped it at your feet, revealing his dark blue, collared, golf shirt. You leaned in and pressed kisses to his jaw, his scruff rough against your skin; but you loved it. Your little hands grabbed onto the fabric of his shirt by his belly, untucking it from his pants. He reached up and grabbed onto the collar of it, pulling it up and over his head, adding it to his pile of clothes on the floor.

Grinning at him, you placed your hands on his love handles, connecting your lips again. He twiddled with the hem of your blouse before tugging it upward. You raised your arms and allowed him to pull your top up over your head. The swell of your breasts peaked out from your white push up bra. His head dipped down, his lips gravitating towards your chest. His lips were soft against your skin, his teeth nipping at it and making your heart jump. With his lips still leaving kisses to your chest, he reached behind your back and began to fumble around with the clasp of your bra. Grabbing all of your loose curls in your hands, you moved them to your left shoulder, not only giving more access to your neck but also easier access to unclasp your bra. He tried to blindly unclasp it, but he just couldn't figure it out.

"Fuckin' hell," he groaned, frustrated with himself, "turn around,"

You giggled, "Wan' me t' do it?" 

"No," he stated before you turned around so your back was facing him.

Finally getting your bra unclasped, he pushed the straps down your arms before it fell to the floor at your feet. He sighed out, "Fuckin' finally." A smile erupted on your lips before you felt his bare chest up against your back and his warm arms snake around your waist and up to cup your breasts in both of his big hands. His body heat radiated to your body, putting you at ease and causing you to relax into him. He began kneading your breasts and pinching at your nipples, causing your eyes to flutter close as he felt them hardening against his touch. 

"I swear those t'ings are impossible t' get off," he murmured into your ear. 

"No they're not." you teased, a small smirk arising on your pink lips.

"Ah fuck off, yes dey are." 

You giggled softly, arching your back a little and subtly swaying your hips against him. His hands trailed down your torso to the top of your pink jeans. Dipping his head down, he began kissing and nipping at the soft skin of your neck, his fingers fumbling with the button of your pants. After unbuttoning and unzipping your pants, he slipped his left hand inside of them, cupping your heat. He ran his fingers up and down your clothed slit, feeling how your arousal soaked through your panties. 

"Weren't lyin' when ya said ya were soaked, huh?" he mumbled. 

His breath was hot against your skin, his fingers mindlessly circling your clit over the fabric of your panties. You melted into him, a soft whimper leaving your throat as you laid your head back on his shoulder. You felt him smirk against your skin, enjoying the effect he had on you. Pulling his hands out, he pushed your jeans down your legs before you grabbed them and stepped out of them, exposing your light purple panties. 

"C'mere," he grunted, turning you around and lifting you up onto his waist. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You leaned your head down and pressed your lips to his neck. With your mouth suckling on his sweet spots, he walked towards the bed and gently placed you on the warm sheets. 

Placing one lingering kiss to your lips, he hummed, "Mm, wait,"

He climbed off the bed and stood at the end of it. You watched intently as he quickly unbuckled his black, textured belt. He pulled it out of the loops and dropped it on the ground, his eyes locked with yours. He began unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, pushing them down his legs and stepping out of them, one leg at a time. He carelessly dropped them on the floor with his belt before crawling back on the bed. As he hovered over you, he trailed kisses up your body, from your bent knees to the valley of your breasts to your lips.  

His fingers snuck past the elastic band of your panties, ordering you to, "Lift yer hips." You lifted your hips and allowed him to slide your panties down your shaved legs, exposing you completely to him. Turning around slightly, he slingshotted them across the room; they landed somewhere random on the floor. 

Giggling, you groaned, "I hate when you do that." 

"Dats why I do it," he grinned, hovering over you and running his nose up against yours. 

"You're annoying," you teased. 

"Watch whatcha say, love, or I’ll start bein’ a tease too," he replied, licking into your mouth.

Using his left hand, he placed his fingers on your throbbing clit, rubbing it how he knows you like it. You bucked your hips up into his hand, humming softly into his mouth. He moved his fingers south and slipped his index and middle finger inside of you. Pumping them in and out of you, he curled them up and ran them against your special spot. Your breath hitched and your back arched slightly as you began to chase an orgasm. Pulling them out, he skimmed them across your dripping slit, rubbing your clit in circles again. He slipped his two fingers inside of his mouth, sucking your arousal off of his fingers. Maintaining eye-contact with you, you licked your suddenly dry lips as you watched him. 

"Turn over," you mumbled softly, pushing on his chest. 

Switching spots with him, you straddled his lap. Pressing a few passionate kisses to his plump lips, you trailed your lips down his body, sitting on your knees between his legs. You slipped your fingers past the elastic band of his Calvin Kleins, tugging on them. He lifted his hips and you tugged them down his thick legs, tossing them on the ground next to the bed. Laying down on your belly between his legs, you enclosed your palm around him. Wrapping your lips around his swollen, red, oozing with precum tip, you began sucking him dry. 

"Babe, not right now. Needa be in ya." he whimpered.

You were shocked, Niall never turns down a blowjob from you. You looked up at him with wondering eyes, humming out, "No?" 

He whimpered and shook his head. You murmured a soft "okay", a subtle smile on your lips as you straddled his thighs again, wrapping your palm around his member and pumping it at a steady pace. 

"Jesus, babe, please, I need ya so bad," he whined. 

You chuckled softly, "We need a condom," 

"Shit, they're in me wallet dat's in me bag," 

Climbing off of him, you went over to his golf bag, "Where?"

"Front pocket," he replied. 

You unzipped the front pocket and pulled out his wallet, opening it and grabbing a condom that was hidden in one of the slits. You walked back over to him and straddled his thighs again. Carefully opening the package, you debated whether or not you should try to slip it on him; last time you did, it didn't go well and you had to get another condom, "You do it." 

Replacing his fingers with yours, he slid the condom onto his hard member, looking up at you when he was finished. Desperation for a release was written all over his adorable, blushy face. You chuckled softly and positioned him at your entrance before slowly sinking down on him. Both of you let out a sigh of relief before you began to grind your hips against his. 

"Oh my god, yes," he moaned, letting his eyes flutter shut. 

You leaned down and ran your fingers through his hair, resting your forehead on his shoulder. Your hips circled against him and the knot in your stomach began to tighten. His hands ran down your back and cupped your bum, helping you keep your thrusts at a steady pace. He was so big, so deep inside of you and it felt so good. You murmured praises into his ear, letting him know how amazing he was making you feel. 

Lifting your head, you looked at him for a couple of seconds before leaning back down and moving your lips against his. He reached up and threaded his fingers through your long hair, keeping it out of both of your faces. Your mouths muffled each other's soft moans, sweat beginning to bead on your chests. He grabbed onto your arms and flipped you both over so he was now topping. You both got comfortable again before he slid back into you, thrusting at a quick pace.

"No, slow down, slow down," you breathed out, "Go slow."

He obeyed your orders, slowing down his thrusts but still keeping them orderly and steady, "Oh yeah, just like that."

You dug your heels into his lower back, pushing him deeper into you. His tip hit your good spot with every thrust. The bed squeaked slightly under you with every smack of his hips against yours. You were so close and you knew he was close as well. He leaned down and whispered into your ear very breathy, "Cum, baby," and that was all that you needed before you were falling over the edge.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, your muscles tensed, and your whole body began to tremble. Loud moans spilled from your lips as waves of pleasure washed over your entire body. Your nails scratched down his back as you felt him twitch inside of you before he released. Your moans filled the room; you wouldn't be surprised if you all got a complaint. It just felt so good. You had been building up this tension all day and it finally being released just felt so good; you knew Niall felt the same way. 

You both began to come back to reality, moans being replaced by heavy breaths. He pulled out of you and fell onto the sheets next to you. After taking a few second breather, you turned your head and looked at him. He was absolutely glowing. A thin layer of sweat coated his skin, his eyelashes resting on his cheekbones, his chest rising up with each breath he took; he was gorgeous and he was all yours. You smiled softly and turned onto your side, snuggling up into him. He lifted his arm and allowed you to rest your head on his shoulder. You looked up at him, pressing a couple of kisses to his sweet lips before laying your head on him again. 

"Wanna take a shower wit' me?" 

[lyghtblab]

‘nother question thing

rules: answer these 20 questions and then tag 20 blogs you want to get to know better (except hunter already tagged everyone i know so im just. gonna pick whoever)

tagged by @jackofpantrades <33

1) name: lucy

2) nicknames: lucky, lukey, luce, bluebird

3) zodiac sign: sagittarius (nov 30)

4) height: 5′9″ and i dream of the day i get really fuckin tall boots i want to Tower

5) languages: english, some spanish

6) nationality: united states of ass (american)

7) favorite season(s): autumn!! sweaters without it being completely numb-cold outside, plus we have spoon river drive (state wide garage sales) and pumpkin harvests

8) favorite flower(s): chrysanthemums BUT night-blooming cereus are fucking COOL and i would love to see one

9) favorite scent(s): warm freshly-dried-from-the-laundry blankets, basil, smell of growing things when you hike in the woods, freshly baked chocolate things

10) favorite color(s): pinks, yellows, deep forest greens (or like. malachite?), also for some reason im a sucker for like a saturated deep orange it just has to be with the right stuff

11) favorite animal(s): cats and sables/ferrets and birds !!! birds mostly because they’re pretty 

12) favorite fictional character: how dare u make me pick just one. i like jon sims cause of the sheer panic that man can hold in his scrawny body but also annabeth chase is my muse in life

13) coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: coffee and hot chocolate, altho i did try yerba mate and that was tastey once i drowned it in sugar--

14) average sleep: uh. god i dont fucking know?? it used to be like 10-12 hours because i would sleep in but now my body is sick of sleeping and i consistently wake up at either 5 am or 8 am so maybe like 4-6 hours

15) cats or dogs: both!! my cat max is a big fluffy hypoallergenic shitlord and i love him but also he has light AND dark fur so i can never escape his reach... i love puppies too but a lot of dogs are very energetic and im too sleepy for that kjfhdg

16) number of blankets: ..........12

17) dream trip: i wanna take hunter on a trip to the ocean and vibe

18) cannot find this question for the life of me thanks google

19) follower count: 10 here, 980 on art, which. i dont have 10 friends why are you here? i am here to scream?

20) random fact about myself: i used to do archery and i miss it every day and i really wish i could set up a range in the backyard but we dont own a bow :-(

uhhh tagging people hmm @corbleucorbeau hey lauren have fun

[ts-2020-olympics]

EPISODE 1 - “My Legs Were Not Qwoperating” - Kathy (Part 1)

One world ! 24 other players ! I 

I'm too old to be here but... it's happening! I made it on Tumblr Survivor mom! Determined to not be first boot!

Also I'm aligning with Jordan Pines because I love chaos and these newbies won't know what hit them

Well this is certainly something. I'm going to try out seeing who pms me without me saying anything. I'll pick up the activity tomorrow, so it doesn't really affect me, let's see if anyone takes the initiative so I don't have to. If I get dragged into a majority alliance then that's cool. I don't think that this group is great in terms of teamwork as of yet, but we'll see. There's so many tribes our chances of going to tribal are pretty slim, even if we suck. We're kindof underdogs, so sucking might not be excusable. 

First day of surviving the Survivor survivorship...survivor. These forms are going to take some time to get used to, but I'll manage. Got conversations from Beck and Sammy so far - might scope the field, see what's out there. Or, I can lay low and do what I need to do for my team until merge hits. 

i actually really like the people on my tribe and i'm excited because i have hopes for us. i've also made some nice friends so far and i'm hoping that pays off later but even if it doesn't i'm glad my first day in a skype survivor org has been positive! woo!

Fuck this complicated ass first challenge 

Hello! Guess whose back? It me! Anyway, it’s been a fun first night. Things are going okay. I am worried a little bit about the One World mess, I don’t want to come off too social right now but at the same time I need to secure a good place. So here is the breakdown analysis of my tribe: Chris Stoner: hello ???? I didn’t know they let stoners into the Olympics, didn’t we drug test? I haven’t spoken to him much but we did play Crossroads together although not really together. Anyway, fun to see him. Don’t know if I’d work with him but I guess that’s to be determined. Karen: KARENNNNN! I wasn’t expecting to see them here but now that it’s happening I am very glad to have someone who I have worked with before around, and a solid foundation of working together. Right away I felt like I had someone who had my back and I hope I’m not misreading that, because Karen and I always seem to work together until a certain point. Hopefully we can work together longer than usual this time! Kevin: uhhh soooooo love Kevin but we don’t have the best track record? He was in Circle with me we had a little fight where I may have called him a racist for being mad at Asya anyway it SEEMS as though that’s not an issue anymore and I think we might be able to work something out. I don’t wanna have to vote Kevin out before Stoner or Tommy. Tommy: ok no offense to this man but he is so hard to talk to so far. Every conversation feels flat and even though we are talking about subjects I could go on about for a while, it feels like the convos are going nowhere. I feel like there’s a sort of slight bond between Karen, Kevin and I but then Tommy and Stoner are kind of...hopefully who they’d want to kill off first, I’m probably wildly misreading every situation rn. Outside of my tribe I’ve talked to Juls who I am going to take under my wing as my daughter and she will win this season if I don’t get to! I love her so much she reminds me of my old school Skype babies and I feel like a cool mom when I talk to her I’ve also talked to beck briefly, KING love him bc he’s dating Asya and I don’t necessarily want to bond based on that. I also know beck is a good as game player bc I’ve watched him play so......I’m gonna be nice and observant and maybe we can establish a threat/threat symbiotic relationship. I also talked to Jacob C. who I love so much and he and I have been comparing some notes. He’s already told me Sammy has an idol that he can only use for three rounds so heh heh heh. OH SPEAKING OF SAMMY I love that man he’s such a doll and I really hope we can work together if I get far. At this point I love this cast but I really feel like I am not gonna vibe with the newbies, they’re like very....quiet in the PM’s but loud in the one world chat? I find that backwards. I’m hoping the newbies I do like will be able to  get rid of the newbies I don’t like so that when we merge the newbies I do like will help me get rid of the returnees I don’t wanna work with. That’s what we are manifesting, 2020 vision yeehaw. 

Showmance, eh? I might play dumb, surprise them all later? I could play the role of disposable pawn while possibly orchestrating things behind the shadows. Could be a long, long shot, but it could work. 

AAAAHHHHH IM HERE HI MOM IM ON TV IM SO EXCITED AND I CANT WAIT FOR EVERYTHING IM ALSO SCARED AS FUCK CUS EVERYONE KNOWS HOW THESE THINGS WORK AND I DONT 

omg okay this is all so crazy i love it i can’t stop shaking AAAAHHH dhdkshHSJDHEVSJbokayOKAY so like i LOOOVE my tribe we’re the fuckin best tribe here cus we’re all so cool like we’re the FRIENDSHIP tribe and being able to make friends is a useful skill in this game like no offense but being the “dominant” tribe or “champions” tribe or whatever tbh it’s pretty unskinny bc that’s a target on you forever whereas my tribe we’re all friendly and trusting!! 💖💞 xoxo lets hold hands all the way to finale and have fun! 🌈✨

okay i forgot to talk about strategy lol anyways yeah I looOOOVve everyone on my tribe and that’s great but also sucks because there’s only 5 of us, it just takes 3 votes to send you out so I wish there was some oblivious cocky dick on our tribe we all could hate so we’d have an easy first vote like that guy Billy.. why is he on the respect tribe¿? anyways i love everyone but I think Will and I are becoming the closest we talked for a lil while last night yknow things got a little steamy 🥰😩 (you’ll have to pay for ts all access for that footage 😘) we bonded really well and I think for this first vote if we lose, Will and I are definitely gonna be voting together.

Alright, so here we are at the 2020 Olympics.   I came in as a last minute replacement, so I feel like I have to prove myself more than some others who applied weeks before hand and made the cut.   As well, got some past players, and past winners, which makes the competition stakes that much greater this season.   Then, to top it all off, at the One World style camp, so can talk to everyone which is definitely a nice touch.   Now, regards to my tribe, I honestly like the people on my tribe, and find that we're going to be a solid crew.   Here is my actual impressions on my tribe mates thus far though: Beck - Probably one I recognize most, just due to being in a discord org vl with her, definitely seems like a friendly gal, and when time is right, I feel she could end up being my closest ally on the tribe Ben - Probably one so far who I have talked the most too, and I feel like we're connecting alright thus far, so going to keep building up a bond with him and his route could end up being as my first ally of these Olympics. Kathy - Haven't spoken one on one with her yet, just in the tribe chat somewhat and main chat, which she definitely seems like a cool person, and hoping to get to know her a bit better, but terms of this game, hard to say if we'll be on same side or not. Bailey - Speaking with her a little, but kind of same lines as Kathy currently with her, just not sure if Bailey will end up being an ally who will be with me, or someone who will be against me. Overall, time will tell how this game goes, but hopefully it goes well for me and I come out with at least something worth while.

HOLY SHIT I FOUND AN ADVANTAGE OH MY GOD!!!!! I GOT AN ADVANTAGE ON DAY FUCKIN TWO OF MY FIRST SURVIVOR EVERR HOLY SHIT!!!! okay so it says i can get an extra vote IF at the next tribal i decide to NOT vote and save that vote for later so i’d have an extra vote. Now the hard part is making my first tribal an easy vote so i can save my own.. hopefully i’ll be able to do this! i’m so scared ohmygod

okay i’m in a serious predicament... so I may not vote at the next tribal meaning there’s only 4 votes. While looking at the cast reveal i discovered something.. Nik is a drag queen, Eve also does drag as well... what if they applied together from some drag community or are bonding because of that. That’s 2 votes together already on a tribe of five.. that’s dangerous especially when I’m not allied with either of them! If they vote together and i don’t vote... they’d have half the votes already and may get rid of my ally Will! I’m hoping to god they don’t know each other but if they are aligned then Will or I could be out! I want this advantage but i don’t know if i can take it.... fuuUUUUCK

I’m really enjoying my tribe and I think that the people in this game are super awesome! However with that being said, I can definitely see who could potentially be an issue down the line and I’m keeping my eyes peeled for them!

whoa. this game is a lot. I managed to message everyone on day one because I just rely on my social abilities. I tried to be as relatable as possible to everyone but literally some people were dead fish. Some newbies have asked me for advice already and they said returners are intimidating so I said "I mean only the returners that won" hahah and they were like "oh yeah so true" sorry I threw y'all under the bus. But ummm kathy is playing and we are from the same hometown so I am hoping we end up on same tribe sometime soon. I love juls too!! OH AND JACOB IS MY RIDE OR DIE. we had a tribe call and I was so uncomfortable because I felt like I had nothing to add to the conversation. my fav 2 on my tribe are Jacob and Caeleb tho! umm okay last thing I searched for the idol....AND BIH ON DA FIRST TRY I GOT ONE BLSFSI only good for next three tribals I attend tho. I told Jacob. it was in a yellow condom. okay sorry this was very choppy I just wanted to get it all out.

This tribe seems to be working fine together, while I'm still terrified of losing, I think we stand a fighting shot. This cool little band of misfits would be a cool sight. I've kept my quiet for the first day, time to ramp things up just a tad. I've talked to Landen and I feel pretty alright about him, and given this tribe is as small as my will to life after playing QWOP, we only need one more! Landen's probably talking to everyone, so I just need to seal the deal with him. I think my challenge performance will suffice for being enough to keep me around, but I need a bit of a backup just in case. If we go to tribal, there's not a "stay UTR" option. It's either I'm in an alliance and I'm calling some shots, or I'm being (in)directly blindsided. But, I picked my strong suit in flash games for a reason fellas. The one world chat has quite a bit of activity. I'm quite and that's fine, if we swap I can readjust. If we go to tribal I'm sure I'll become just a tad more popular along with the other 9 that go. tldr:I'm winning duh

Ayo, tribe energy looking DOPE AS HELL BAY BAY! We all seem to be getting along pretty well, seeing as our communication during this challenge is pretty dope! No bad personalities in sight. I gotta wonder though, how nervous do I have to be? I know for a damn fact if I start talking more to these people they gon' be fallin' as hard as underage kids seeing the hottest girl in school enter their club. Thing is though, I'm fresh meat coming into this, so any pre existing relationships in this game are like dust mites to me. Can't see em' but GOD DAMN they annoy me. Nonetheless, I gotta work my magic in case we go to Tribal. I ain't letting anybody take out a rookie, especially a rookie who has somethin' to prove, and someone who at his best is the damn king of the world. See me work bay bay!

[dracodemortem]

Because I’m clearly evil and want to subject everyone here to the torture you put me through, how about explain all the lovely dragons you’ve come up with.

OKAY SO. YOU WANT SOME FUCKIN DRAGONS LETS TALK DRAGONS. OKAY SO WE GONNA TALK ABOUT THE DRAGON UNIVERSE THINGYMAJIG KAY KAY GOOD.

So currently we have 20 dragons who belong solely to me that are named. The oldest and the progentitor of these dragons is the dragon deemed Fate, she absolutely massive even compared to the other dragons and serves as one of the ten ruling gods of the dragons. Size comparison wise she is roughly the size of uhhhh florida? More or less. She is actually three seperate conciosuness inhabiting the one body, and as a being who exists outside of more or less everything is nigh unkillable unless she wishes it. To clarify the dragons being named are called true dragons and are beings similar to elementals in the fact that their bodies are made from the magic for what they are named for. This would encompass the sixteen elements of my larger universe they belong too. Chaos, Creation, Destruction, Order, Antei, Matter, Time, Space, Life, Death, Darkness, Light, Air, Fire, Water, and Earth. Other dragons are made from lesser elements that would be a minor part of one or more of those six. Due to the nature of Chaos in the worldbuilding creatures that aren't actually from the universe it elementally originates, such as the dragon of Chaos, dont actually have the full abilities of that Chaos itself. This is why the dragon of Fate is actually an older god than the dragon of Chaos due to her being from that universe. All of the dragons are immortal due to their connection to their elements and the only thing that could pierce their hides would be something who believes they can better than the dragon believes theyre impenetrable, something thats highly unlikely and will rarely be fatal.

So continuing, first is the Dragon god of Chaos. This true dragon serves as the head of the council, the ruling figures within the dragons world. More or less his power appears as stroms of highly volatile magic, able to strip away enchanments and revert things to their most basic of forms. The color that represents him is actually iridescence, the appearance Chaos takes when introduced to the material world. He is also the primary antagonist of the world, having partially lost his sanity after his mates death.

After him is the dragon of god of creation, who serves as his polar opposite in every way except they have left from the rest of the world due to wishing to protect the world from their fits of madness. Creation holds a pink color and this dragon is similar in appearance to a dragon shaped distortion of pink light and crystalline flower petals.

Next are two characters who are more or less the main characters of the story that belongs to me. Dolkel au Maug Keshil and au Maug Rea. They are the dragon of Destruction and Restoration respectively. They are twins born in the same body but due to events in the past have been seperated into two new bodies over their original. Their magic works in that Keshil is able to cause things to fall into a State of Chaos or into a more primordial state of being should they not have said origin. Rea works to the reverse of this and restores things to whatever point she wishes in that objects path of Creation. Their only real limit they would have on this is to what extent they are able to expend their energy.

Keshil is also the ruler of an demiplane known as the Chasm. The Chasm is a plane of beauty, with the main kingdom area having purple crystaline spires serving as the buildings for the diverse population of near any sapient being and several non mythical beings as well. In between the towering spires are lakes lit by crystals that shine brighter than the stars themselves. The sky is filled with numerous visible galaxies, every so often the appearance of supernovas lighting the city more brightly below. To the north of the city is a primal forest, trees larger than skyscrapers reaching high into the sky, and people and creatures tending to forest and living in harmony with it. The eastern area of the plane is an ocean beyond compare, the shallows clearer than crystal with beaches in a rainbow of colors. The deeper oceans are green and blue across the spectrum the ships passing throughout floating palaces in there own right with smaller ships working as merchants, fisherfolk and messengers. The southren plane is plains and meadows and the bulk of the agricultural area in the plane. Eventually howeveor the valleys turn to canyons and eventually chasms in their own right, sometimes glowing with heat and smelling of sulphur in the deepest of them. To the west rise plateaus and formation of canyons far deeper than even the souths chasms. Running all through these are mines that crawl through the earth l, twisting in on themselves to gather the great riches of the world. Farther still rise mountains taller than the sky and beyond them a white waste of snow, colder than the Voids empty space.

There is a second area to the Chasm, a demiplane of the demiplane itself ruled by Keshils advisor Algin. These are known as the Depths and while considered by those living in the chasms bright lively plane a hell, to those who live here, it is a heaven. Massive pillars of jagged rock dot the landscape, pools of lava and sulphur pits bubbling merrily away between them. It is much darker than the chasm due to enclosing of rock around its realm but for those who live there it is perfect adjusted to the darkness and celebrating it. Algin himself is the oldest friend to Keshil and Rea and finds himself known as the Faebane due to his innate connection to iron in all its states and forms.

Aòdhagan is the dragon of order and younger brother to Keshil and Rea. His body is of crystal that shines witb hidden fires. Though srystalline one cannot see into his internal body though they can see through him. His magic grants him the ability to condense energy to form crystals of purified magic that will pierce through near anything, and also gibe him the ability to impose his will on those who break the laws of the council. For the beginning of the story he acts as an antagonist toward Keshil although eventually remebers the promise made to his siblings.

Tzerana is the dragon of Antei or beyter known as the Void. The void is the absence between the worlds of matter, an existence outside of Matter Time and Space to balance the three and to absorb them as they await Destructions hand. As such Tzerana hasnt a true from and is closer to a distortion within the material world over a physical being. However her magic is simple and strips Matter, Time and Space from what she wills, turning it into a pure absence of said elements. Her colour is white as that is the closet to a colour the void will ever have.

The dragon of Matter is perhaps on of the more simple of the dragons. Named Eoren he rules over Matter, or physical shape of the world. As such he can change any matter to another, water to superheated plasma, air into stone all are the same to him. His scales are platinum in colour and the only thing that shows his power is that which touches his scales, the air chaging states as it contacts him.

Nosae is the golden dragon of Time, and perhaps one of the more developed dragons being mentioned. The defining charecteristic is the effect Nosae has on Time. Around them Time seems to both flow in every direction yet stand still and as such Nosae uses this power as sparingly as they can due to them being one of the few dragons who prefers to company of mortals over their own immortal brethren.

The dragon with mirror for eyes is the dragon of Space. Their name is Quivusta and their magic will sitort and switch the area they focus on. From plains turning into an ocean to a city into a volcano they will distort whatever they fancy in whatever they please. As such they are also able to travel between points as they will it. They are silver in colour and as they move their wings leave trails similar to a comets tail.

Life is next and is overseen by the dragon Mivyss. The appear as a dragon made from silt and loam , blacker than than the night sky l, with willow tree wings. Around them life moves at an accelrated pace with the cycle happening in the span of seconds rather than centuries. Black is the colour of Life, as black as the good soil to grow life from.

Avyeros is of Death, the point in the cycle of life that people are entirely to hung up on. Their body is made from red sand with wings mummifed and wrapped in dessicated tissue like bandages. Their magic will force things to reach the point of death within seconds, howevor they also retain the ability to refuse somethings right to die and can only be overuled through powerful Life magic. As such they can cause things to reanimate with just glances.

Darkness is gray, and its Dragon is a living shadow with the halo of light it absorbs appearing around its body. Darkness is older than light as it had to be the state that existed before. As such it can quench any of the elements lesser to it or cause their absence but not their erasure. Its simplicity is what makes it dangerous , such as causing the absence of heat to create cold to extents of absolute zero. Their name is Kaziquell.

The dragon of Light is Verse and they are a living supernova to Kaziquell shadow. Each wingbeat blinds those with the flash and their scales twinkle on an on like a strobe. Light is energy and as such Verse is able to bend energy as they wish. Creating heat or force is nothing and light is second nature whether given a physical presence or only as enrgy it remains as their magic. As such Light's colour is yellow bright but still harsh to some.

Air is ruled by a small dragon. A hummingbird to the condors above. Bright green with four feathred wings, her wingbeats generate more force than the storms of the earth combined. Air is not only the magic of wind and storms, it is suffocation and poison when the air has left or been transformed to chlorine gas. Air is the gaseous state of the world and so the dragon called Malani commands air as so.

Burning bright and hot a dragon bodied of magma stands to the front. Glowing in every colour that fire burns the dragon of Fire Yevrayal commands Fire, heat and plasma to his whims. His eyes are.minature stars while his claws are fire given a physical presence, the colour of fire is orange, and said colour is the safest of them all.

Sephu is the dragon of Water and represents it in all its states. Hindquarters of ice harder than steel with wings of green-tinged water vapor and the forebody liquid as the sea they control Water, that is to say any thing considered a liquid even if it is just molten metal that they control. Water is blue and so is Sephu predominantly as it should be.

Two hours later and we get to Earth, and Earth is a dragon carved of stone, scales of polished clay and eyes and claws cut jewels. The presence shakes the foundations of the world and a foundation must be as solid as the earth to be strong. Such as it is Gyavesh is who controls solids, known to her as earth, within all domains.

Oh and theres Fairlos but hes just Keshils court jester with the really badly chosen job of being the scribe out of the numerous better candidates. He tries his best, but honestly? He fucking sucks at his job. He is basically any shape you could imagine a dragon is plus every other shape you can imagine a dragon as. He changes between all of those and is the Dragon of Deception.

I HOPE YOUR FUGGIN HAPPY MEEEEEEGGGGG!!

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The Glasswing Butterfly Part 16

Summary: Chuck has never thought of herself as anything special. Just an average beta living her life next door to a womanizing alpha named Negan. But her life, and Negan’s too, are turned upside down when Chuck suddenly presents as omega.

This is a non-zombie AU featuring A/B/O dynamics.

Fandom: The Walking Dead AU

Pairing: Negan/Original Female Character

Status: Ongoing

Contains: swearing, smut

Intended for readers 18+ of age only

Masterlist in my bio

“Lose the tie.”

Chuck’s voice makes Negan turn from his own reflection in the mirror to the doorway where she stands. “You think?” he asks. “I’m trying to make a good impression here,” he replies with a boyish smirk.

She walks over to him and lightly tugs the tie loose from his collar. “The button up and jacket is enough. A tie will just look too formal.” She pulls the cloth free and drapes it around her own neck. “And you know those teenagers will want to drop you down a peg if they think you’re too serious.”

“Fuck. You’re right.” He smoothes his hands down his chest as he turns back to check himself out in the mirror.

“Are you nervous?”

He gives her a look. “No.”

She giggles. “Yes you are! You’re nervous about your first day teaching again.”

“It’s not exactly teaching . I’m fuckin’ substituting. It’s more like goddamn babysitting .”

“But you’re still nervous,” she teases.

“My kids loved the shit outta me back in the day. Guarantee those little fuckers at Alexandria High are gonna love me, too.”

“I know they will.” She leans up to kiss him. “You better get going.”

He looks at his watch. “Shit. Yeah.”

“At least it’s only the last few periods today. Start you off easy to begin with.”

“Yeah. I’ll see you later, baby.”

With a kiss goodbye, Negan heads out of the house and to the school. The teacher he’s subbing for is one of the English teachers, so he’s directed to her room. As he walks into the classroom before the last bell rings, he sees her sitting at her desk waiting for him. She’s a beta, about middle aged with shoulder length graying dark hair and a few extra ponds around the middle.

“Mr. Negan,” she greets.

He shakes her hand. “Just Negan is fine.”

“Thanks for coming in.”

“It’s no problem.”

She gathers her bags from the desk. “I really don’t miss much work,” she starts, almost apologetically, “but I’m picking up my cat from the vet. He just got fixed and they aren’t open later.”

He immediately shelves the joke on his tongue about hoping her pussy feels better. “Don’t wanna leave him there overnight. He’ll claw your furniture to get back at you when you get him home,” he settles on instead.

“Probably.” She laughs. “I left instructions on the desk for you. Just have the kids read whatever story I wrote down and tell them we’ll discuss it tomorrow.”

“Alright then.”

As she leaves the room, the kids, all juniors, start to file in. Negan writes his name on the board and waits for everyone to show up. Once the last bell rings, he takes his place at the front of the room, leaning on the podium to address the students.

“Alright. First thing’s first, I’m Negan.” He points to the board. “Just Negan. Not Mr. Negan or Professor Negan or whatever. Secondly, if I start swearing, are any of y’all gonna go crying to your parents?”

The students all look around at each other but don’t say anything to indicate they would.

“Good.” Negan walks over to the desk to read over the instructions left for him. “Your teacher wants you guys to read The Yellow Wallpaper so you can talk about it next class. Page 134 in your literature books. I’m gonna read that shit too and I’m a fast fuckin’ reader so if you guys start fucking around before I’m done, I’m gonna know that you’re not reading your shit.”

The kids are taken aback by his language, but it’s refreshing for them to hear a teacher speaking that way.

“Any questions before we get this shit started?”

One boy holds up his hand and Negan nods at him to proceed. “Can we say fuck?”

“Does your teacher usually let you say fuck?” Negan counters.

The boy shakes his head.

“Then the answer’s no. This is still her fuckin’ classroom, so you follow her rules.” He points to another raised hand, this one belonging to a girl.

“Are you an alpha?” she asks.

He chuckles a little at her bluntness. “Yup. I’m an alpha. You got any other alpha teachers here?”

The students shake their heads. It’s not surprising that there aren’t any other alphas here; teaching isn’t one of the fields alphas usually gravitate to. But it never bothered Negan before to go against convention. He was a great teacher and he’s planning on being one again.

“Well,” Negan replies, “then, I’m the only one here. It’s not exactly an important distinction, though. I’m a fuckin’ teacher, just like all the rest of them.” He sits behind the desk and pulls the class’s book out to find the story. “Now get reading.”

The next two periods go about the same; he answers the same “Are you an alpha?” question two more times then gets the kids to read their assignment. The last class, all seniors, reads several poems, which doesn’t take too long to finish.

“Since y’all are finished and we have about twenty minutes left,” Negan starts as he looks down at his watch, “why don’t you just work on homework or some shit.”

One of the boys in the class slowly raises his hand.

“Yes?” Negan calls out to him.

“Are you the Negan than killed the Redhead Killer?” the boy tentatively asks.

As the rest of the students look to Negan for his answer, he lets out a sigh. “Look.” He rubs his hand over his chin as she stands from his chair to sit back down on the front of the desk facing the students. “I’m sure you’ve all fuckin’ seen the articles and shit on the internet. Guarantee you’ve got all the fuckin’ information you can already, so you don’t need the goddamn play by play from me. But I get it. There’s a fuckin’ fascination with crime and shit. God knows I know that. I dodged fuckin’ reporters for weeks and I never once talked about that day with them. You wanna know why?”

The kids all stare wide eyed at him, waiting for him to finish his thought.

“It’s not because I’m ashamed of what I did. Fuck no, I’m not ashamed. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Was it fucked up? Yeah. But I would do anything to make sure my mate is safe. And the law backed me up.” He lets out a breath. “No, the reason I never talked about it was because it’s none of anyone’s fucking business.” His voice is stern, but not angry. “That shit that happened was between me, my woman, and a sick piece of shit that shouldn’t have been allowed to even breathe the same air we do. And now he doesn’t.”

The students all look around nervously, like they’re being scolded.

“I fuckin’ understand. There’s not a lot of juicy shit that happens here in the suburbs. Then this fuckin’ alpha comes in that was in the goddamn news a few moths ago and you wanna know all about it. But I’m not gonna talk about it. Least of all with you kids. They’d probably fire my ass if I did. And I’d like to keep my job, thank you. Especially since I’m gonna be full time next year. So I’ll make a deal. You all respect my privacy when it comes to that particular event in my life and I’ll be an open book about everything else.” He pauses to look everyone over. “Mostly,” he tacks on. “Anything that won’t get me fired, anyways.”

A girl suddenly speaks up, taking his offer to be open with them seriously. “Are you really mated?”

“Yes,” he answers quickly.

“Is she your true mate?” she asks again. “Like-Like they said in the news?”

Negan considers it with a sigh. “It ain’t like the Disney movies, but...” He shrugs a little. “I guess we’re fuckin’ different from most other pairs.”

“Are you sad that she’s not here right now?”

He scrunches up his face. “I don’t have to be around her 24/7,” he answers with some attitude. “That’s one of those Disney shit things. We can fuckin’ be away from each other without falling apart.”

“How much do you bench press?” a boy close to him asks. “Since... you’re stronger, right?” he adds.

Negan snickers. “Fuck, I don’t know. I ain’t a superhero; I’m just an alpha.”

“Do you go into rut?” another voice calls out.

“Shit, you guys are curious fuckers,” he mutters as he scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah, I go into rut, but I’m not gonna go into details, you little pervs. That falls under shit-that-will-get-me-fired.”

There are a few giggles across the room.

The questions keep coming. “Do you have any kids?”

“No.”

“Why not? Isn’t that why you take a mate?”

Negan lets out a little chuckle, though it’s not really with humor. “Don’t you have any alpha/omega health classes here to get all this info from?”

They shake their heads.

Negan is a little surprised by that. He thought that learning about all the presentations would be in the general curriculum. “Shit. That’s kinda fucked up.” He wipes his hand over his forehead, thinking that maybe part of his job here should be to set these kids straight with regards to this. “Mated pairs are just like beta couples. They can decide not to have children if they fuckin’ want. Or maybe they can’t fuckin’ have children even if they want to. It fuckin’ happens. Mates aren’t just fuckin’ baby machines like some people might have you believe. We’re people . We might have stronger urges, but we’re fuckin’ people first. Just like all of you.”

Understanding seems to wash over them, but there is still a sense of confusion there. It’s more than likely that these kids haven’t really had a lot of experience with alphas or omegas, considering this area is more suburban and less populated than the city. This means that they are a little ignorant of how those groups actually are, instead of just how they are portrayed in the media.

When the final bell rings, the students rush out of the room, ready to get home for the day. As Negan gathers up his things at the desk, he hears a soft knock on the door frame. Raising his head, he sees a good looking beta woman, early thirties, in a pencil skirt and a low cut white blouse. Her dark hair falls around her face in waves, though she makes sure to throw it over one shoulder.

“How was your first day?” she asks as she walks further into the room.

He looks back down to his bag. “It was fuckin’ fine.”

“I’m Lara. Lara Kline.” She holds out her hand for him to shake. “I’m another English teacher. My room’s just across the hall.”

He accepts her hand and shakes it. “Negan,” he greets.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had a new face here. And I hear you’ll be taking over P.E. next year.” She gives him a smile and tucks some of her hair behind her ear.

“News travels fast, huh?”

She shrugs. “I suppose.” She takes another step toward him. “You used to teach, right? This isn’t your first go.”

“I taught for about a decade. Quit for about a decade.” He stands fully and swings his bag over his shoulder. “It was nice meeting you, but I got my mate waiting at home for me.”

He knows she’s flirting with him. And if it were a year ago, he’d be all over her. But now? He’s not even remotely interested. Sure, she’s attractive. And she’s trying her hardest to be sexy, if that extra undone button on her blouse has anything to say. But it’s just not doing anything for him right now.

“Oh,” she replies. “You’re mated?”

“Yeah.” He starts to walk out of the room. “See ya later,” he calls back. He didn’t really want to indulge her any, but he didn’t want to be rude. Especially since he’s going to be seeing her quite often sooner or later. Hopefully she got the hint that he’s not interested.

Despite the awkward end to the day, the whole ride home, Negan smiles. He didn’t really do much today, but it still felt good for him to be back in the classroom again. After he pulls into the garage and parks his Challenger, he pats his Harley as he passes it.

“Soon, my girl,” he says out loud. He hasn’t gotten a chance to work on the bike yet, since the weather has been too cold to really do so. But when spring arrives and those first warm days come along, he’ll be out in the driveway getting her road ready.

Before he gets to the door to the house, it opens and Chuck comes to stand in the doorway.

“Did it go well?” she asks excitedly.

He gives her a quick kiss then walks past her into the living room. “It was good.” He sets his bag down on the couch before sitting down beside it.

“Any trouble with the kids?”

When she sits down next to him, he wraps his arm around her and pulls her in closer to him. “Nope. Though I had one kid ask about...” he looks over to her, “that shit.”

It’s obvious to her what he means. “Oh.” She looks away for a moment, then cuddles up to his side. “What’d you say?”

“I told them I wasn’t gonna fuckin’ talk about it. But I said I’d talk about anything else. Which might’ve been a goddamn mistake because they were asking questions left and right about being an alpha. I guess they’ve never learned about us before.”

“Really? That’s weird. My high school was smaller than this one and we had classes on alpha and omega development.”

“Yeah. I don’t know. I guess it’s not in the fuckin’ curriculum here.”

“What if you did it? Couldn’t you get the certification to teach a health class like that?”

He shrugs. “Probably. But if the powers that fuckin’ be don’t already think learning about people like us is important already, they’re probably not gonna change their fuckin’ minds any time soon.”

“Tell them how curious the kids are.” She shrugs a shoulder. “It won’t hurt too ask.”

Sighing, he wipes his hand over his beard. “I suppose.”

 That Sunday, Negan hosts a Super Bowl party for Rick, Carl, and Simon. Even if none of their preferred teams are playing (Redskins for both Negan and Simon and the Falcons for Carl and Rick), they can all band together to root against the Patriots.

Negan is a little nervous about Simon meeting Chuck for the first time. Even though he’s been nothing but friendly for as long as he’s known him, Simon is still an alpha. He just hopes everything will go smoothly so he won’t have to cut ties with the man.

Rick and Carl arrive first, naturally, since they live only a few houses away. They end up bringing some snacks, chips and salsa, which they set up in the living room. After Rick and Carl get a quick tour of the house, everyone settles down in front of the tv.

Rick grabs a chip before before commenting on the house. “It’s nice. It’s set up a little bit differently from ours, though.”

“It’s perfect for us,” Negan replies with a look over to Chuck beside him.

“Hey,” Carl cuts in. “Are you teaching at my school now?” he asks Negan. “Someone told me you were there.”

“I substituted the other day,” Negan answers. “Didn’t see you.”

“I’m in Miss Kline’s English class,” Carl clarifies.

“Oh.” Negan chuckles. “I met her.”

Rich laughs, too, like they’re sharing a joke. He has met the woman before, so he knows what probably happened already.

“What?” Chuck asks, picking up on the vibes.

Negan thinks of how to frame the the answer. “She’s, uh...”

Carl jumps right in to complete the thought. “She’s hot.”

Rick shakes his head at Carl’s candor, though he’s still laughing.

Raising her eyebrows at this information, Chuck turns to Negan. “She’s hot ?”

“She’s got nothing on you.” Negan pulls Chuck into him and kisses the top of her head. “You got nothing to worry about.”

She believes him, but it still has a twinge of jealousy blooming inside her. “I’ll keep that in mind.

When Simon finally comes in, with a case of beer under his arm, things are tense for a few moments. Simon is careful not to move too quickly towards Chuck, just in case Negan would take it the wrong way. He truly doesn’t want to cause any problems, so he holds his hand out, allowing Chuck to come to him to take it. Thankfully, once they actually do shake hands, the tension dissipates.

“I’m just gonna come right out and say it,” Simon starts. “You smell like my sister.”

Chuck giggles a little, not expecting that. “Really?”

“You have a sister?” Negan asks. Simon had never mentioned her before now.

“Yeah. She pretty much forbade me from telling other alphas about her. Especially single ones. But since you’re mated now...” He shrugs then turns back to Chuck. “But, yeah. You smell a lot like her.”

That makes Negan relax some. Alphas are usually very protective of their family members, especially their omega family, so if Chuck smells like Simon’s sister, maybe he’ll see her more as family than a potential mate.

“Do I smell like your brother?” Simon asks Chuck, wondering if it goes both ways.

“I don’t have a brother. Or any alpha family, actually. I came from beta parents.”

Rick looks surprised. “Really? I didn’t know that was possible.”

“It’s not common,” she says to Rick then turns back to Simon. “But you smell...” she thinks of how to describe it, “I guess... sort of... safe . At least safer than most other alphas I’ve met. Maybe that’s sorta like brotherly.” She shrugs then looks over to Negan for a moment. “It’s hard to describe.”

Negan just nods, his fears about Simon being a threat thankfully allayed.

As the game gets underway, Chuck tries her hardest to get into it. She was never one for sports, so it’s a little rough going. Usually when Negan would watch football, she’d be doing something on her laptop or iPad, but she’s actually trying to pay attention now.

“Oh, come on!”

“Fuck!”

“You kidding me?!”

Something happened that has the men all upset, but she isn’t sure what. It entertains her, though, seeing them all get worked up over it.

“Not going well?” she finally asks.

Negan lets out a huff. “If that fucker Tom Brady gets another Super Bowl ring...”

“They’re a bunch of cheaters!” Carl adds. “They don’t deserve it!”

Chuck just giggles, wondering who Tom Brady is. When halftime comes around, Negan grills off some burgers for everyone to eat, even though they’ve been stuffing their faces with snacks the whole time.

“How’s Michonne?” Chuck asks Rick as they sit around the dining room table to eat.

He quickly wipes his mouth before speaking. “She’s good. Got a lot of work coming in now after-“ He stops himself from completing the thought. Since she had been Negan’s lawyer during the whole Eldritch situation, her name had been thrown around quite a bit, making her more recognizable. It didn’t even really matter that she never set foot in a court room for that, since no charges were brought against Negan.

Chuck just nods. “That’s good, I guess.”

“She’s a good woman,” Negan comments to Rick. “How the hell’d she end up with your sorry ass?”

Rick laughs. “I don’t know.”

“I still owe her for all the shit she did for me,” Negan adds.

Rick nods. “I’m sure she’d just say she was doing her job.” He turns over to Simon. “So, what do you do, Simon?”

“I own a bar in Charlottesville,” he answers. “That’s where I met Negan.”

“It’s a little weird, alphas being friends, isn’t it?” Carl asks.

Negan just shrugs. “Simon’s never done anything to make me hate him.”

“It’s not always competition,” Simon clarifies. “Alphas can butt heads a lot, but we can be friends, too. Though I wouldn’t have called Negan much of a friend until recently. More like an acquaintance.”

“Just come right out and say I was an asshole,” Negan jokes.

“Not really an asshole,” Simon clarifies. “More like you couldn’t be bothered with having a friend.”

Negan nods thinking it over. “That’s fair. But shit changed.” He gives Chuck a quick wink, letting her know that she had a hand in that change.

Once the game is over and the men are all mad that the Patriots did actually win, they start to bid their farewells.

Before Rick leaves, he mentions to Negan that some of the guys in town run a fantasy football league. “I wasn’t in it this year, but I can introduce you to the guys next season if you want.”

“Shit yeah! I used to love fantasy football. Haven’t done it in years.”

Simon speaks up. “Can I get in on that, too?”

Rick nods. “Yeah. I’m sure they’d accept you guys.”

 As Chuck and Negan’s first Valentine’s Day comes around, they plan on a nice dinner together at home. Negan actually has to work during the day, but he’s planning on cooking dinner for the two of them once he gets home.

In between classes, Negan heads off to the teacher’s lounge to grab a cup of coffee. Once he walks in, he hears two female teachers talking as they stand in front of the coffee machine. One woman he doesn’t know and the other is Lara Kline, the flirty English teacher he met on his first day.

“Could you imagine?” the unknown woman continues, both of them not realizing that they’re no longer alone.

“Oh, I imagine it. A lot ,” Lara says with a giggle.

“He is hot. But an alpha? Wouldn’t he be rough?”

“I wouldn’t mind. I’ve always wanted to be with an alpha in rut,” Lara says dreamily. “And he is just perfect.”

“You kinky bitch.” As the woman laughs, she happens to turn her head to see Negan standing in the doorway. “Oh, shit.”

He had a feeling they were talking about him, but her reaction upon seeing him confirms it. He decides not to acknowledge it, though. “Ladies,” he greets then pushes forward to the coffee machine.

The unknown woman quickly leaves the room, too embarrassed to see what Negan might say. Lara, on the other hand, stays rooted to her spot, watching Negan as he pours the coffee into his cup.

“The offer’s there,” she coos quietly.

He flicks his gaze to her. “And what offer is that?”

She takes a step toward him. “I think you heard what we were talking about,” she whispers. “It is Valentine’s Day, after all.

Chuckling lightly, Negan leans forward to place his mouth next to her ear. “The answer’s no. I have a fuckin’ mate.” When he backs away, he sees the smile on her face fall, turning her expression into a scowl.

“Does that really matter?” she bites back.

His own face falls into a dangerous expression. “It’s all that fuckin’ matters,” he growls.

Lara takes a quick step back, her eyes still focused on his as she tries to determine just how serious he is. She’s heard that even if alphas are possessive of their omegas, they’re not exempt from stepping out on them.

Negan, being completely done with this conversation, picks up his coffee cup and turns away from the woman just as the bell rings.

At the end of the day, he decides to stop off at Jo’s office. He knocks twice on her opened door and waits for her to look up at him.

“Negan,” she greets happily. “Come in.” She gestures to the chair in front of her desk.

Negan takes the seat, letting out a breath as he sits back and crosses his leg to rest his ankle over his knee. “I need to cover my ass on something.”

Jo raises her eyebrow at him as she pulls the reading glasses off of her nose. “Alright,” she says slowly. She’s not exactly worried about what he’ll say next; despite not knowing him for long, she trusts him.

Before she okayed Negan to work at her school, she did her research on him. His past work as a teacher was remarkable, and his sudden departure from the field was certainly understandable given his wife’s death. When his more recent history came up, she had quite a bit to think about. It was during their first phone calls that she really made her decision. His attitude was just so refreshing that she knew he would bring something to the school that it has been sorely lacking. That being, a new perspective.

He scratches at his beard before speaking. “Lara Kline,” he starts to explain. “She flirted with me my first day. Came onto me harder today.”

Jo nods, listening to him. “What’d she do?”

“I walked in on her talking to some other fuckin’ teacher about wanting to fuck an alpha in rut. Then she said ‘the offer stands’ or some shit. I told her I wasn’t interested.”

“Do you want to fill out paperwork for it? Harassment claim?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t wanna get the girl in trouble. I just wanna cover my ass. Just in case.”

“I’ll write a memo.” She studies him a moment before letting out a breath. “You know, I legally can’t ask you about your cycle.”

He gives her a smile, knowing where this is going. “I’m aware.”

“However, if you need a few days off now and again...”

“I’m fine talking about it, I don’t give a shit. I’m not gonna get the fuckin’ Alpha League to sue you or anything.”

She shrugs a shoulder. “That’s good to know.”

“Chuck-“ he pauses. “Chuck’s my mate. It’s her nickname,” he explains, knowing it might sound weird. “Anyway, she doesn’t do suppressants so heats come every few months. It can be irregular.” He doesn’t want to get too detailed, but he figures Jo should know. “Last heat was end of November, so...”

“We should expect you to need some time off in a week or two,” she completes the thought.

He nods once. “Probably.”

“It’s not much of a big deal now that you’re a substitute. You can just tell us you can’t come in. Next year when you’re full time? We’ll have to make plans. But it’s still doable.”

“I promise it won’t be fuckin’ distracting.”

“That’s good.”

“You know, the kids really don’t know shit about alphas or omegas.”

“Really?”

“No. They asked me a lot of shit about it. Most of them believe fuckin’ stereotypes about us.”

“That’s pretty unfortunate, I suppose.”

“It really fuckin’ is. I was kinda fuckin’ shocked that there aren’t any alpha/omega health classes here.”

She smiles, figuring out where this is going. “Are you suggesting that we add a class, Negan?”

“I think you should.”

“And would you happen to know someone with the proper certificate to do so?” she asks with a lilt.

He chuckles at her tone. “I know of someone that can get the certificate before the start of next year.”

“Well, I think it would be a great idea, Negan.” She gives him a smile, knowing that the two of them are in agreement.

While Negan is at work, Chuck tries to think of what she can do for him for their first Valentine’s Day. She knows he’s planning on cooking a meal for them, so she decides to make a dessert. Sifting through a bunch of online recipes, she settles on strawberry cheesecake. After heading out to get the ingredients, she gets to work on the dessert. It’s not the most complicated dish, but it’s a little bit of an ordeal because she has never made anything like it before. Once she gets it all done, the kitchen is a mess, but she’s happy with the results.

“That looks fuckin’ good,” Negan comments from his spot by the archway to the kitchen, his voice startling her.

“Jeez” she clutches her chest. “You scared me! I didn’t hear you come home.”

He walks over to give her a kiss. “Just got here. Saw all this.” He gestures around the room with a chuckle.

“I’ll clean it up.”

“Nah. I got it. You go rest up before dinner.”

“You’re the one that just got home from work.”

“And I’m the one that’s gonna make you a nice ass dinner.” He shoos her out of the kitchen. “I want it to be a fuckin’ surprise.”

“More like you don’t want me messing up your kitchen any further.”

He chuckles. “I would never say that,” he says, faking offense.

“Yeah. You wouldn’t say that. But you’d imply it.”

He laughs as he turns back into the kitchen. Chuck takes this opportunity to get ready for the meal. While she was out today, she bought herself a new dress (and some other things) hoping to surprise Negan by dressing up a little.

She pulls on the black sheath dress with a sweetheart neckline and tries to do her makeup. She’s not too practiced on that front, so she settles for a simple eye with bold red lipstick. Her hair, which she usually only wears one of two ways (down or in pigtail buns), is pulled up into a messy updo. It takes a little fiddling with to get it to look like the sexy kind of messy and not the unkempt kind, but she gets it right in the end.

When Negan yells up the stairs that dinner is ready, she’s just about done.

“I’ll be right down,” she calls out. Giving herself a final look in the mirror, she heads downstairs then into the dining room.

Negan is waiting for her by her chair, ready to pull it out for her when she walks through the archway. He lets out a low whistle once he sees her.

“Shit, baby girl. You got all dolled up for me?”

“I tried.” She giggles then walks over to him.

He gives her a quick kiss before helping her to sit down. “You look amazing.” He takes his seat across the table from her. “I shoulda freshened up.”

“It smells delicious.” Once she takes her first bite, she lets out a soft moan. “It is delicious. You’re such a good cook. I think I’m going to gain weight living with you,” she jokes.

He laughs. “I will cook for you however much you fuckin’ want. No matter how much you want.”

“How did you get so good in the kitchen? Didn’t you say you cooked with your mom?”

He pauses a moment before answering. “Yeah. I used to cook with her when I was little. My father...” he lets out a heavy breath, “he didn’t let her do shit. He controlled every fuckin’ aspect of her life. Except in the kitchen. That was all hers and she was a fuckin’ master. She taught me a lot before she died.”

Chuck just nods, not wanting to push Negan into saying more. He had never really talked about his mother much, the subject being a painful one for him.

“She taught you well,” she says with a soft smile.

“I didn’t cook for a lotta years actually,” he continues. “I presented alpha not long after my mom died and my father told me that cooking was ‘omega’s work’.” He shrugs. “That was that. Until I rented my first apartment with a decent kitchen. I picked it back up. Cooked all kinds of shit.”

“Maybe you can teach me. Most of the stuff I cook is just frozen pizza,” she jokes.

“If you want I can.” His lips curl up in a smile. “Or I can just keep on taking care of you. I kinda like it,” he comments with a bite of his lower lip.

Once the meal is eaten, Chuck brings out her cheesecake. “I hope it’s good. I think I followed the recipe right.”

They both sit down with their slices and look up to each other.

“Smells like fuckin’ cheesecake,” Negan calls out before stabbing his fork in and shoveling a big bite into his mouth. “It’s fuckin’ good,” he mumbles out with his mouth full.

Chuck takes her first bite. “It is good,” she comments, relieved that it isn’t horrible. “It’s really rich, though.”

“This is your go to dessert now.” He takes another big bite. “I love this shit.”

She giggles. “I think if I make this a lot we’re both gonna get fat.” She take a generous bite. “And diabetes,” she ads.

“Worth it.”

With the table cleared, Negan starts to pull Chuck to the garage door.

“What are you doing?” she asks confused.

“Your present is out here.”

“Oh? I thought the meal was my present.”

They walk through the door and down the steps to Negan’s car. “This is a little unconventional of a gift,” he starts as he opens the back door, “so I hope you fuckin’ like it.” He leans down into the car and pulls out a dark purple motorcycle helmet, handing it to a bewildered Chuck.

“It’s a helmet,” she says simply.

“ Your helmet. For when I get the bike up and running.” He looks at her expression for a moment, not able to properly decode it. “Do you hate it?”

She gives him a wide smile. “No. I love it! I’m happy you want to include me with all your motorcycle stuff.”

“Shit, I thought I fucked up there.”

“I would love anything you’d give me.”

He chuckles. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. I don’t really expect you to give me anything, though. You don’t have to.”

“I like giving you shit.” He gives her a quick kiss then bends back down to take another helmet out of his car. This one is black, though it seems to be the same brand as hers, just larger. “We can put these on this shelf until we’re ready to fuckin’ wear them.”

After storing away their new headwear, it’s Chuck’s turn to take Negan by the hand, leading them upstairs to their room.

“I got you a gift, too.” She produces a small box from her nightstand and hands it to him.

“You didn’t have to do that shit.” He accepts the box and opens it, revealing two nice cufflinks. They’re silver and black with an N monogrammed on both in a fancy font.

“I don’t know a lot about cufflinks, so I hope they’re okay.”

“They’re fuckin’ perfect.” He wraps an arm around Chuck and brings her in for a kiss.

“That’s not the end of your gift.” She pulls away from him and turns around, pointing over her shoulder to prompt him to unzip her dress.

With a wide smile on his face, he drags a hand up her waist and over to the zipper, pulling it down slowly. “I’m liking where this is going,” he whispers in her ear.

Once the zipper is opened, he runs both of his hands across her shoulders, dropping her dress to the ground. She turns around to face him, placing her hands on his chest.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, putting his hands on her hips and pushing her away to get a good look at her. “Goddamn, baby girl.” He bites his lip as he takes the sight of her in. “I like this,” he groans as he ghosts his hands over her.

Once she left the store after buying her dress earlier today, she had seen a lingerie shop right across the street. It gave her the idea to do something that she never really did before, buy sexy underwear. The nice shop girl had helped her pick out a black lace balconette bra with matching panties complete with a garter belt holding up nude thigh highs with a seam up the back.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Chuck says as alluringly as she can.

Negan runs one hand down her thigh, unhooking the clip from her suspender. He repeats the action on the other side, allowing him to pull her stockings down and off her feet. Still knelt down before her, he lays his hands on her hips and pulls her into him to place a kiss just below her belly button.

Giggling at the contact, Chuck runs her hands through his hair. As she looks down at him, she wonders how she got so lucky to have this man as her mate.

He lifts his eyes up to hers, though he keeps his face close to her skin. “You know how fuckin’ much I love you?” His hands rove up from her bottom to the smooth skin of her back.

She bites her lip to try to hide her smile. “How much?”

He stands, pulling her body close to his as he places his mouth next to her ear. “More than anything,” he whispers.

A small gasp leaves her lips at his words before she can stop herself. “That’s a good answer,” she says with a smile on her face.

She takes her time unbuttoning Negan’s shirt, slowly sliding it off of his shoulders to pool behind him. Her hands run down his chest to his belt, unbuckling it then his pants. It only takes a little push for his slacks to fall down his narrow hips to join his shirt at his feet.

As soon as her fingers brush against his clothed bulge, he lets out a low groan. “Shit.”

She lets out a giggle at his reaction. He’s such a tough, strong man, but the lightest of touches from her can elicit such a reaction.

“Lay down on the bed,” she requests, though her hand pushing his chest makes it more of a demand.

He takes a few steps backwards until he can sit down on the bed, never taking his eyes off of her as she stands in front of him. Instead of carrying out her order to lay down, though, he snakes his arm around her back and unlatches her bra.

“As sexy as this shit is,” he pulls the garment off her then gives her bare breasts a squeeze, “I gotta see you.”

Something about how slow they’re going (or maybe it’s just the Valentine’s Day mood) has Chuck ready to go pretty quickly. That fact driven home even more so by the slick dampening her fancy new underwear. Once Negan takes off her garter belt and drags her panties down her legs, he lets out a low chuckle.

“I knew you were fuckin’ drenched,” he teases.

Her cheeks bloom red as she pushes back on his shoulder slightly. “Lay back.” Once he complies, she removes his boxers, freeing his straining erection. “Looks like someone’s excited,” she teases right back.

He suddenly jumps up, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her down under him.

“Negan!” she squeals as he covers her skin with kisses.

The playful affections turn heated quickly and within minutes, the pair are pawing at each other desperately. It isn’t until his knee slips between hers so he can position himself between her legs that she has a realization.

“Oh my god, Negan!” she yells and shoves him off her.

“What?!” he calls back in shock.

“The condom!”

“Shit, Chuck.” He drags his hand over his face as he lets out a heavy breath. “I thought something was fuckin’ wrong. I about had a heart attack.”

“Sorry. But you really would’ve had a heart attack if we remembered while you were knotting me.” She rolls over to open her nightstand, pulling out one of the omega condoms. “We’re almost out,” she comments once she sees into the box.

“Fuck. I’m gonna have to call the doctor then. And find a new fuckin’ pharmacy around here.”

After making sure that the night’s activities won’t result in any surprises in nine months, the fire between them builds back up quickly. When Chuck nudges Negan to lay on his back, he doesn’t fight it, deciding to do as she says. She crawls over over him to straddle his pelvis.

He can’t help but run his hands over her hips and up her sides. “On top, baby girl?”

“Is that okay?” she asks, his question stoking some of her insecurities that he wouldn’t want her like this.

“Fuck yes, it’s okay,” he answers enthusiastically.

With that, she wastes no time in sinking down onto him. Once he’s fully sheathed inside her, she lets out a soft moan.

“Mmm,” he responds in kind. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

She starts up a slow pace, grinding her hips into his shallowly at first. When he starts to squirm underneath her, desperate for more, she lets out a breathy laugh.

“You’re teasing me, little girl,” he almost growls, but he lets her keep control.

After a few more moments, she finally lifts her hips, sliding herself up and down on him, though the pace is still slow. She finds that, despite wanting to draw this out, her body seems to be picking up the pace all on its own, circling her hips more quickly.

“Oh,” she moans as she moves her hands to brace herself on his chest, giving her more leverage.

“Shit,” Negan hisses as he bucks his hips up to meet hers.

As his knot starts to swell, he has to stop himself from flipping them over and pounding into her. Chuck seems to enjoy being the one in control right now, so he holds himself back to allow her to continue.

Her pace quickens and she throws her head back in pleasure. “Oh god, Negan!”

“That’s it.” He grips her hips tightly. “Cum for me, omega.”

Once he feels those first flutters in her walls, he pulls her down to envelop his fully formed knot, falling over the edge with her. After her orgasm, Chuck collapses onto Negan’s chest, still trying to catch her breath. He wraps his arms around her, holding her close.

“I love you, Negan,” she whispers into his neck.

He gently pulls her face up to kiss her deeply. “I love you, my omega.”

A few days later as Negan is lounging on the couch, he gets a text message from Aaron.

I found a 64 Honda Super Hawk. Needs a lot of work, but I’m going to buy it.

Fucken awesome. That’s a sweet bike.

We can help each other out on the builds.

Shit yea we can. Can’t wait to ride. I got Chuck a helmet so she can join us.

Is it a good one?

Of fucken course it is. I did my homework.

You be safe with her on your bike.

You think I would let her get hurt.

I guess not.

Damn right.

The mention of Chuck makes Negan realize that he hasn’t seen her in a bit. He figures she’s probably working in the office. But then again, she told him she didn’t have anything to do today.

“Chuck?” he calls out as he walks up the stairs. Before he gets to the second floor landing, he sees a quick flash of Chuck hurrying into their bedroom, her hands full with something. “What the fuck are you doing?” Once he turns the corner to enter the room, it all becomes clear.

She straightens up from where she was leaning over, fixing the plethora of blankets she has gathered from every room in the house and piled onto the bed. “I think we need to buy more bedding,” she comments, completely serious.

He laughs. “Is that so?” He walks over closer to her. “We need more than this ?”

Looking down at their completely covered bed, she has a moment of clarity. “Oh god. I think this is every blanket and pillow we own. Why did I do this?” She turns her head to Negan, seeking the answer.

“I think you’re fuckin’ nesting.”

“Nesting?” She looks down to the bed then back up. Chuck knew that most omegas go through a nesting phase when they are pregnant and some will make a nest for each heat as well. It isn’t unheard of for omegas not to nest at all, though.

“I guess now we now your heat’s fuckin’ coming,” he comments.

“I never... nested before, though. I thought I wouldn’t.”

“Maybe it’s cuz this is our space now. Instead of just yours or mine like in our fuckin’ apartments.”

“Hmm.” She fiddles with the blanket that’s balled up on the side of the bed. “Does this look alright?”

He chuckles then hugs her from behind, placing his chin on her shoulder. “It’s perfect.”

“You don’t care at all, do you?” she responds with a smirk.

“Whatever nest you make, I’ll fuckin’ love it.” He turns his head to kiss her on the cheek.

She pauses, thinking it over. “I think we need to go to the store.”

He pats her hip as he moves away, laughing under his breath. “Alright, baby girl.”

“Just one more blanket,” she assures him as they walk down the stairs. “And maybe a pillow,” she tacks on. “Like a body pillow.”

He just shakes his head, already knowing that he’s going to let her buy everything she wants, which ends up being two fleece blankets, one fluffy down comforter, and a body pillow. Sure enough, the day after Chuck gets her nest just perfect, she goes into heat.

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