#so I’m gonna work out my hardest over the next few hours so I can try and tire my body out

[hollyhomburg]

The only way I can describe the condition of my brain today is if someone took a chewed up ball of gum, dropped it off of a 30 story building, and then scraped it off of the sidewalk with a fragile toothpick.

[jennasslut33]

Cairo Sweet x Masc!Fem!Reader

Cairo, Winnie, and R/Reader are classmates. R is in love with Cairo but she doesn’t reciprocate her feelings, not yet at least, and Cairo uses R to make someone else jealous. R has enough of this and decides to forget about Cairo. R and Winnie are besties.

Maybe a smut scene? At the end?

Top!Reader x Bottom!Cairo

If it doesn't fit, it doesn't!

It can and in multiple ways. I vote for the happy ending, but if you feel like you want more angsty ending, I understand! Plus, if you don't want to write about this, it's perfectly fine too!

Thank you, Hope you are doing well!

My pretty girl.

Warnings: smut, 18+, angst a bit?, fingering, praise, pussy eating, Masc!Fem!Reader x Cairo Sweet, top!r, bottom!Cairo.

MNDI!!

it was a normal day for you. You were currently sitting in cairos bedroom of her parents mansion that they left her while they were away. Cairo was studying - as per usual, smoking a cigarette - while you and Winnie were sitting on cairos queen sized bed.

You, you however were in love with cairo. Did she know that? Absolutely fucking not. Because you didn’t know how she felt about you. You didnt wanna take any chances, and ruin the friendship you and cairo have.

While you were lost in thought, staring at a wall, you felt a hand on your thigh, and someone shaking you back to reality and out of your thoughts. When you looked up, you saw cairo and Winnie staring at you, Winnie’s hand on your thigh.

“Are you good? We’ve been callin’ your name for like.. the past two minutes.” Winnie said, looking at you. You blinked a few times, you saw how cairo was looking at you; one of her perfect eyebrows raised in confusion and question, her perfect maroon lips wrapping around the filter of the cigarette— ugh, god, focus!

“hm? o-oh uhm.. yeah! y-yeah, im fine. I just uh.. spaced out for a second. Sorry.” You said, trying act like you weren’t imagining the best way to ask out cairo without ruining your friendship with her.

Winnie raised an eyebrow at you. “what were you thinking about that you couldn’t hear us screaming in your ear for a good two minutes?” she chuckled. You looked at cairo, and then back at Winnie.

“o-oh uhm.. just uhm.. t-tests.. that we have for school.. just wondering if im gonna pass or not..” you lied, because there was no way in fucking hell. That you were gonna admit that you were thinking about how to ask out Cairo, WHILE she was in the room.

“You’re a smart girl, Y/N. I’m sure you did fine, you always get straight A’s, don’t you?” Cairo said, before taking a drag of her cigarette. “Well, sometimes not everything is gonna stay perfect.. I mean, I don’t know Jack shit about the world war. I tried to get as much information as I could, but I really couldn’t. I had such a busy schedule that I didn’t have enough time to study!” You exclaimed quickly, clearly in a bit of a panic. Because, well.. that also did happen.

“hey, hey! Calm down, girl. So what if you get something lower than an A? It don’t matter, all that matters is that you try your hardest, doll face” Winnie reassures. You sigh. You lay back on Cairos bed, and put your hands over your eyes. “God, im so fucking tired..” you say under your breath “then sleep.” Cairo said randomly. You sat up and looked at her.

“In your bed? Seriously?” You said with a raised eyebrow and a questioning tone of voice.. maybe a hint of sarcasm. “Yes, my bed. You’re already laying in it, and the floor is uncomfortable. Just sleep, Y/N” she said, clearly not in the mood for anyone’s bullshit.

“ugh, fine. You’re so bossy.” You said, laying back down and Winnie- well.. she was already knocked out cold on the couch next to the window.

About an hour goes by, and you feel someone’s arms wrapped around you from behind.. you were a masc.. “I don’t think this is how it works.. but uhm.. alright..” you think to yourself. You were just sleeping, and when you turned your head, your face went a bit red. Cairo?? why was she cuddling you?

“go back to sleep..” she said, mumbled into your neck. “why’re you cuddling me?” You asked quietly, not wanting to wake up Winnie. “because, you’re warm.” She said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You rolled your eyes and you went back to sleep, exhaustion taking over your body.

. . .

The next morning, you wake up and have a shower, do what you need to and get ready. Winnie and cairo were already up. You all walked to the school, following cairo because she knows where she’s going, since she does this every damn day.

When you, Winnie and cairo all got to school, all three of you were standing in the packed hallway, it was filled with students. 7:48 in the morning, “how the fuck do these kids have so much energy at this time of the morning..” you think to yourself.

Cairo saw the girl she liked, being touchy and flirty with another guy, and all of a sudden, you feel someone wrap your arms around their waist. You looked down and saw cairo.

“What’re you doing?” You asked, your eyebrow raised in confusion. You didn’t know that cairo liked someone else. “Nothing, just hold me, please? im cold.” She said, looking up at you. You smiled and held you tight against you.

Winnie wiggled her eyebrows at you, a small smirk on her face and you rolled your eyes and mouthed “shut up” to Winnie, making her giggle.

. . .

Ever since that day, it’s been about almost two months. You think that cairo likes you back, because she’s been touchy, flirty, calling you pet names and letting you sleep in her bed a lot more often.

Today was the day, you were gonna ask her out. you walked into school, and after the first two periods it was break, and you went to go find Cairo. Your heart slamming against your rib cage, you feel like you’re on one of those carnival rides, where they go up really high and then drop, and it makes your stomach feel like your insides were all the way up to your head.

You walked around for a while, and when you walked behind the school, you froze. Your eyes were wide, your heart broke into a million pieces. Cairo was making out with that girl she likes. Tears well up in your eyes. You feel so.. used, betrayed, hurt, angry, just a whole mix of emotions.

You ran off, and you went to go find Winnie. Once you did, you told her everything, and you couldn’t stop crying. You were just some toy for cairo to use, to make that girl jealous. Almost as if cairo never even wanted you in the first place. 

the next few weeks, you became more distant, you didn’t go near cairo, you and Winnie stayed together. Whenever cairo would try to talk to you, you’d push past her and walk off, and go find Winnie.

. . .

Late one night, you got a text.

Cairo <3 (9:32 PM)

“Y/N, please talk to me. Why won’t you talk to me anymore?”

“You don’t even look at me anymore..”

you stared at those texts for a good five minutes. maybe even ten. you then replied back, your thumbs gliding across the screen as you texted back.

“You toyed with me, fucked with my feelings, and you used me to make another girl jealous?? What the fuck is wrong with you, cairo.”

your text was read immediately by Cairo, the three dots popping up on your screen that showed she was typing. while you waited, you scrolled through your social media until you saw her text pop up.

Cairo <3 (9:35 PM)

“im sorry, Y/N. But I really liked her, and she made me jealous, so I wanted to make her jealous..”

“please, I’ll make it up to you. I don’t want her anymore, I want you.”

“I miss you, Y/N.”

“Please, let me make it up to you”

you stared at the texts. You didn’t know if she was trying to get you back for her to use you again, or if she really wanted you to come back to her.

“Whatever. I’ll be over in 20 minutes.”

you got ready, and then got an Uber to Cairos mansion.

23 minutes later..

You finally arrived at her mansion and you walked inside. You walked up the large grand staircase and went to her room. You saw her laying on her bed, and when she saw you, she immediately stood up and went to run to you. You backed up.

“Y/N.. please I—“

“Shut up.” You said coldly, cutting her off. She looked taken aback, but she shut her mouth.

“Do you still want me, Cairo?” you asked, walking towards her slowly.

“y-yes..” she said quietly. she looked up at you, and you grabbed her chin between your thumb and index finger.

“She’s gone now, yes?” you asked, wanting nothing but the truth out of her pretty little mouth. all she did was nod.

“Do you want to be mine, cairo? Do you want me to make you mine?” you asked, your left hand now gripping her waist while your right hand was still holding her chin.

“yes.. please..” she said in a whisper.

“get on the bed.” “Now.” You demanded, which she obeyed immediately without question. You got on the bed as well, and you sat in front of her legs.

“Spread you legs for me.” you said, looking at her through your lashes. She did as she was told, spreading her legs wide. You straddled her hips, and leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. your tongues sliding together, lips moving against each other in rhythm.

You kissed along her jaw, down her neck, and all over her tits, kissing any part of that sweet, smooth, soft, squishy flesh of hers that was visible. You kissed down her stomach, nipping at her skin every now and then, and that’s when you made it to between her thighs. You looked at her.

“Lift up.” You said, your fingers hovering above the waistband of her shorts, she obeyed, lifting her hips as you swiftly pulled her shorts and panties down, taking them off. You positioned yourself between her thighs, and pressed kisses, and gentle nips on her inner thighs. Her pussy was already dripping for you.

“Y-Y/N.. please..” she whined. You smirked, and you looked at her. “Please what? Use your words, Cairo.” You said as you continued to kiss and nip at her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her dripping core.

“please.. I need you.. i-i want to be yours, Y/N.. please..” she begged. God, it was like music to your ears. “Good girl.” You praised, and your tongue then darted out, flicking over her clit as she gasped and moaned, those sweet, sweet sounds you had always longed to hear.

You continued to suck on the sensitive bundle of nerves, until you slammed two fingers inside of her aching cunt, making her gasp in surprise and pleasure. You didn’t move them just yet. You wanted to hear her beg.

“w-why.. mmh.. w-why aren’t you moving..?” she said through heavy breaths. You pulled away from her clit, your fingers still inside of her. “beg for it.” “You want me to finger this pussy, then beg for it, Cairo.” You demanded. Her eyes widened slightly. “w-what..? w-why do I have to—“ you cut her off “do you want to cum or not?” you questioned, looking at her. she nodded, and whined softly as she could still feel your long, slender fingers inside of her, but not moving. “please.. Y-Y/N..” she begged. “Please what? use your words.” You said teasingly. “please.. please, Y/N, i-i.. I want you to fuck me..” she said through soft whines and heavy breaths.

“There you go. Good girl.” you praised, before taking your fingers out and then slamming them back into her. Your fingers pumping in and out of her aching wet pussy as she gripped the bedsheets so tight her knuckles turned white. She moaned, whimpered, begging you to slow down because she couldn’t take it, but you didn’t oblige. Your goal was to make sure that she wasn’t gonna see that other bitch again, that she was utterly, and completely yours.

“mmh.. I-I wanna—“ she said through moans, her own moan cutting her off mid sentence. “you wanna what? talk, doll face.” you said, still fingering her at a brutal, and senseless pace. “c-cum! w-wanna cum, please!” She begging through loud moans. You could tell she was close, her velvet coloured walls clenching tightly around your fingers as you then curled them upwards, hitting the sweet, soft, spongy spot inside of her, making her gasp.

“Cum for me, cairo.” “I wanna hear you scream.” you said, not slowing your pace. As you kept going, and hit that sweet spot inside of her, her back arched off of the bed slightly, eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she screamed with pure pleasure. Her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

you helped her ride out her high, finally slowing down your movements, and pulled your fingers out of her. Your fingers now coated in her sweet juices. you put your fingers in your mouth, tasting her. “Mmh.. you taste so good.” you then pulled your fingers out of your mouth. you kissed Cairos forehead, and caressed her cheek.

“You did so well for me, baby.” You praised, looking at her as you smiled softly. You cleaned cairo up, and cuddled with her in bed, spooning her from behind, your arms wrapped around her waist, your face buried into the back of her neck.

All of a sudden, Winnie walked in, jaw dropped. “What. The fuck. Did I just listen to.” She said, looking at you and cairo. “What the actual fuck, are you doing here? You heard everything?” You said, slight disbelief in your tone. “Yes, I heard everything. Goddamn, who knew you were such a dom, Y/N.” She smirked, looking at you. You rolled your eyes and looked at her. But she spoke before you could.

“Sooo..? What’s the deal? Are you two finally together now?” She asked, a hint of hope, amusement, and a tinge of excitement in her voice as she bit her lip, awaiting an answer. “Yeah, we are. She’s mine now.” You said, looking back at cairo who was now fast asleep.

“My pretty girl.”

you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Cairos neck, before closing your eyes and falling asleep.

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I hope this is good enough for you btw😭💕

I am still currently working on Keep Quiet pt.2 tho, so stick around pookies💋💋

[letsgetrowdy43]

Can you write something angsts maybe Quinn and honey get into a fight and warren hears them and gets worried I love your work I literally reread them over and over

Late night fights ☆—

I made this so long for literally no reason 🫠

Au Masterlist!!

The requested second part!!

So I picture the argument happening around the beginning of the 24-25 season, Hayden is around 6 months old and Honey is fighting for her life trying to get her youngest to start sleeping in the nursery rather than the crib in their room.

It’s been a struggle cause this baby is so damn stubborn (just like her mother) and will cry and cry, Hun is losing so much sleep over it cause Quinn’s away on a roadie, so she is just feeling like the shell of herself.

Quinn gets home from the first roadie of the season and although the team is doing better they took a few losses, so he’s in a sour mood, so he goes to see his little girl, the one that Hun just got to go down for the night after hours of her crying. And he brings her into their room to cuddle her and puts her down in the crib next to his side of the bed. Honey walks out of the ensuite bathroom, with wet hair and just a towel on to finally see Quinn after a week and a half of being apart and her face goes from 😌 to 😶, and she’s livid.

They start arguing, trying to be quiet for their babies' sake, but Quinn is just not getting why she’s upset.

“I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal” “Quinn this has been one of the hardest weeks of my life, and you just came in here and ruined all of my work!” they whisper yelled at each other. “I didn’t know,” “Obviously if she’s not in here there’s a reason!”

And it is just going on and on, an entire hour of them having a very quiet screaming match in their room until Quinn claims defeat and takes his pyjamas and heads to the spare room.

Warren is in his room awake during all of it, knowing that his dad was gonna be home late that night, he expected Quinn to come in and tuck him in like he always did so he stayed up waiting patiently. When he finally hears quiet and the door to the spare bedroom loudly shut followed by a “very mature” from his mother Warren is in tears cause he’s now convinced his parents no longer love each other.

Quinn heard quiet sniffles coming from outside his door, followed by the smacking of his son's little feet on the hardwood as a teary-eyed Warren opened his door and made his way to the side of the bed.

A tired Quinn picked him up and hugs him against his chest as he rubs Warrens back, “I’m sorry bud,” he mumbled as he felt tears hit his shoulder, “I forgot to tuck you in, I’m not on my A game tonight” he whispered as Warren wrapped his arms around his dad's neck.

“Do you still love Mommy?” He asked sadly, pouting as Quinn tensed and pulled away from his son to look him in the eyes, “of course I do, I love her so so much” he said with a frown, “Daddy’s just being stubborn, I’ll fix it in the morning” Quinn mumbled as his hands raked through his son's curls. “We’re you good for Mum this week?” The man asked as Warren nodded, “I was, Hayd cried a lot” he wiped his tears as Quinn laid him down next to him on the mattress.

The moment Warren laid down he finally closed his eyes, quietly asking his dad to tell him all about his trip. And the moment he hears soft snores coming from his son's mouth, Quinn is just staring at the ceiling like ‘fuck I’m a dumbass’.

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[lynzishell]

The Present 💚 Copperdale

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Transcript under the cut:

Julian:  Have you read it yet? Phoenix: No. I don’t know if I can. I’ve just been staring at it for the last hour. Julian: Do you want me to read it? Phoenix: Um. Yeah. Would you?

Julian:

Dear Phoenix,

I’ve written this letter dozens of times over the years. I only hope I can find the courage to give it to you one day. You likely don’t want anything to do with me, and I understand that, but I want you to know how sorry I am. Sorry for abandoning you and your mom, for not being there for you as you grew up, or when she passed, for everything.

The truth is, I wasn’t capable of being the father you needed back then, and that wasn’t your fault, nor was it what you deserved.

I’ve debated many times over the years about whether reaching out to you would do more harm than good. I have a bad habit of taking from people, of sucking them dry, and leaving them worse off than when I found them. So, I thought maybe it’s best that I stay gone, leave you to live your life.

If you’ve made it this far, you’re probably wondering what’s changed. Why am I reaching out to you now?  Well, eight years ago, everything changed. Eight years ago, I had another son. His mother died due to complications during childbirth, and suddenly there I was, barely a year sober with a newborn baby in my arms and nowhere to go. The only person I had left to turn to was my sponsor. Luckily, his family had a ranch in Chestnut Ridge, and said we could live there as long as I took care of the house and the property and the animals. A lot of work for a single father with a baby. Those first few years were the hardest of my life, but we got through it.

I’m nine years sober now, and Danny will be starting fourth grade in the fall.

He’s been asking a lot of questions lately about family.

I haven’t told him about you yet. I wanted to reach out to you first. If you’re interested in meeting him or speaking to him, I’m sure he’d be thrilled. But, if not, if you prefer to be left alone, then I’ll respect that.

For what it’s worth, I’m not just reaching out for him. Every single day I look at him and I’m reminded of you. I see all the things I missed out on. All the things I was never there for. And it eats me up. I know that’s my doing. It’s mine to live with. But, on the off chance you’re willing to speak to me, I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere this time.

Sincerely, Joseph Vega

Phoenix: … Julian: What do you think? Phoenix: I don’t know. I hate not knowing what the right answer is. Julian: I don’t think there is a right or wrong answer. Phoenix: Doesn’t feel that way.

Julian: Look, all I know is, for the first time the choice is yours. Your whole life, other people have been making it for you. Whether it was your dad by leaving, or your mom by not allowing him to come back. But now, if you want to know him, you can. If not, you don’t have to. But for once, you get to make that choice for yourself. It’s not about deciding what’s right, it’s about deciding what you want.

Phoenix: I don’t want to know him. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t have a father, and that’s okay. I’ve made my peace with that. I’m not even angry with him anymore. He’s not worth the energy to be angry. I think it’s great that he’s doing well, and that he has a second chance to be a father. But he’s not mine, and he never will be. Dawn might hate me for it, but there’s no place for him in my life.

Julian: Okay, then we can toss this letter in the fire and never speak of it ag— Phoenix: But… Julian: But? Phoenix: The kid. Danny. I need to know he’s okay. And I need him to know that, if he’s ever not okay, I’m here, I’m his brother and if he ever needs help, he can come to me. I want him to know he’s not alone.

Julian: So, you want to call him? Phoenix: No, I want to see him. In person. Julian: You’re gonna go all the way to Chestnut Ridge? Phoenix: Yeah. Yeah, I am. Will you come with me? Julian: Of course.

[beanghostprincess]

Thinking about the “Usopp loves Darkwing Duck and Sanji loves Card Captor Sakura” thing from ages ago and now I’m imagining them going trough the hardest challenge a weeabo and a western animation geek can go trough: moving in together.

All the merchandise, the prints, the commissions they gave years ago and the buttons from various cons, it’s an actual nightmare for both of them to somehow try and find space for everything. Sanji hates Funko Pops with a passion, Usopp loves them. Sanji has a giant body pillow of some random anime girl and Usopp feels inadequate. The biggest issue however arrives when they try and decide where Sanjis collection of ero figurines is supposed to go. Sorry not sorry but you KNOW he has some of them. It’s actually not as bad as Usopp expected at first but it’s still a challenge to find a place for them because Usopp does NOT want them in the bedroom like Sanji used to have in his bachelor pad

They actually get into a heated argument at one point while they are running on coffee and lack of sleep. “OH YES IT WAS SOOOOO IMPORTANT TO YOU TO HAVE A SPACE FOR YOUR CRAFTS BUT NOOOO DONT LET YOUR BOYFRIEND HAVE SPACE FOR HIS STUFF AT ALL!” “FUNNY YOU SAY THAT, BECAUSE IM NOT THE ONE FLIPPING OUT BECAUSE I JUST NEED MY BIG TITTED CATGIRL FIGURINE TO LUST OVER IN THE HALLWAY FOR EVERYONE TO SEE!” “*GASP* DONT TALK ABOUT HIBIKI-CHAN LIKE THAT!!”

They don’t talk to each other for what feels like ages (Twi hours maximum) and they finally make up when the guilt gets too much. They both compromise on each selling a few of the things they aren’t as invested in, Sanji agrees to move a few of his more risqué figures to a space where he gets to see them but they can easily be hidden if visitors come over, some of the more decent ones like the pinup one of a lady in the bathtub actually are tame enough to be put in a more open spot even Usopp has to admit (plus her sitting on the bathroom shelf surrounded by both of their soaps and haircare products looks quite cute actually). Usopp keeps most of the Funkos on his work desk at Sanjis request. It’s the nerdiest home ever with some clashing aesthetics but they make it work trough the power of love and because both of them are creative people who can incorporate that into their home space.

… also Usopp has started a game where he will just randomly replace his boyfriends figurines and wait for his boyfriend to notice. Like elf on the shelf but more elaborate and with anime or cartoon figurines. Currently Sakura is being carried away by a bunch of Pikmins in the shoe closet. Sanji has noticed she’s gone but hasn’t said anything because that’s not how the game works. He’s supposed to find her and then yell “GODDAMNIT SAKURA!” Before carrying her back to her spot…. He’s already planning his move though and has decided he’s gonna try and put Grunkle Stan in a glass of water in the freezer with a single lone ice Pikmin guarding him.

This is the realest, most accurate thing in the whole world. They'd move in together but they'd be a mess. They have... Very different tastes when it comes to games/shows and they obviously can't decide what to do with the space they have.

But! They also have things in common. The thing is... They like the content in different ways.

Usopp has a huge Alphonse figure. Beautiful. Next to his Gurren Lagann figurines and so, so many robots. So many mechas. He has the three Gravity Falls diaries. All the Ducktales comics. Darkwing Duck was just the start because he's also a huge DC fan and has so much Batman merch. He's got this extremely awesome replica of Junpei's sword from P3. Everything is high quality and he's very, very careful with his merch. He has his own fanarts in a sketchbook and nobody is allowed to touch his games and his consoles. From Play Station to all types of Nintendos. He has so many damn Funko Pops of everything. Typical "For the last time, Sanji, I keep them inside the box because the box is also part of the merch what aren't you understanding-". Not to mention that he's a huge Lord of The Rings fan and he definitely plays D&D and he's also a botanist so you can only imagine how their house looks like-- So many plants-- Forest aesthetic. Except their front door that looks exactly like the Tardis because Usopp was dying to do that ever since he was a kid, and when he showed Sanji the show he fell in love with it and let him do it.

Sanji likes the same stuff but he has a very explicit Lust figure. Next to his adorable Nia and Yoko figurines and so so so so so many cute simple merch. Like keychains and stickers. I am 100% sure Sanji has Gravity Falls pajamas and Ducktales too that nobody but Usopp knows about. I think one of the only man figurines he has is a Starlord one and maybe Shazam merch, but he's more of a Superman type of guy. He saw Lois Lane and fell in love with her instantly. He has a Mitsuru figurine riding her bike and one of Chidori and Junpei he doesn't let anybody touch. That's precious to him. He asks Usopp to draw him stuff and that's why Usopp is always late to his commissions because his boyfriend suddenly wants to be drawn next to Senshi cooking. Sanji doesn't like Funkos but he does like Nendoroids and Usopp hates it because they're so fucking expensive and Sanji is always crying in the background ("But- But-" / "Sanji, we've talked about this-" / "But this little Miku is so cute!"). Sanji also plays videogames but he's more of an Animal Crossing/Cooking Mama/Stardew Valley type of guy. So many Dating Sims, too. Also the Sims, he loves that.

Their bookshelf is a mix between shoujos and so so many shonens but mostly cooking books and artbooks. So many DC comics too. I feel like both of them prefer DC tbh, Usopp is just Batman and Sanji likes Superman and instead of fighting about it they just admit they're really gay for each other. They do watch Marvel movies, though. Sanji really, really, really likes Spider-man and it's funny because he has arachnophobia and he cannot watch the damn movies without shaking when a spider shows up-- Usopp has Miles' jacket and Nikes I am so so sure. While Sanji probably has a Gwen poster in his room.

They argue a lot when it comes to how to use the space they have but!! Sometimes Sanji walks out of their room to make breakfast with Usopp's Batman t-shirt. And sometimes Usopp uses Sanji's Kero themed hair ties to tie his hair. And... They wouldn't change that for anything in the world.

They're also the type to watch/play anything together and go "Hey they're just like us fr" so now they have their house full of ship merch because those ships remind them of them,,, Those are the true romantic gestures.

Edit: Forgot to say Sanji has all of Taylor Swift's CDs and Vinyls and he's a very intense swiftie that makes Usopp wake up at ungodly hours to hear the new albums, while Usopp is like "I guess she's okay??? She's alright idk" because he literally only listens to movie/game soundtracks, indie shit and Cavetown. They both listen to Vocaloid though that is true. I was there. Project Sekai players that's what they are (Sanji does it for the cute girls but ends up staying because the characters are a bit too relatable and Usopp just really likes rhythm games)

[soulofapatrick]

One Shot away from Heartbreak - Joel Miller x reader

Joel’s POV

Waking up is the hardest thing I’ve had to do since the outbreak. I didn’t think I’d ever wake up again when Abby was smashing that golf club against my head, I knew it was the end when she raised it above her head with both hands but the blow never came. There had been a crash, a yell, a gunshot and the hard thud of a body landing next to mine before everything fades to black.

“Y/N,” I groan out, eyes burning from the adjustment, “Where Y/N?”

“He’s awake!” Ellie’s voice rings clear before she’s appearing in my field of vision, along with Tommy, but no Y/N.

“Where’s Y/N?” I try to sit up but they push me back down and the throbbing in my head begins, “Where is he?”

“Whoa! Calm down pal, he’s right there. He saved your life.” Tommy pats my shoulder and I follow his gaze to the bed next to mine.

My heart sinks at the sight of him. He’s asleep, his chest rising and falling comfortingly, but He’s a wreck. His face is bloodied and bruised, a bandage going from his left eye to the corner of his right lip. He’s shirtless and in a pair of his old tattered trackies and his stomach is a galaxy of bruises as well as what looks like a healing gunshot wound. His left leg is in a cast and his face scrunches up in pain every so often.

“Oh Doll,” comes out in barely a whisper as I reach for him but he’s too far away, “What happened?” I look back at Ellie and Tommy as they help me sit up.

“He shot Abby, Abby was gonna kill you and he came charging in guns blazing.” Ellie gets excited at the action as he always does, “He shot her in the head in one shot then went after anyone when tried to go near you.”

“I’ve never seen him so angry Joel, He wouldn’t let anyone near you. Even the rescue party Ellie called for.” Tommy adds, shaking his head fondly, “Whatever happens, you need to keep him.”

“He’s scary when he’s angry.” Ellie rubs the back of her neck which is something she only does when worried.

Y/N was angry. He’s never angry. He’s the calm in the whirlwind of crazy this world has become. I wish he were okay, that he didn’t have to be angry. He deserves the world and everything good in it, not the ugly or violence.

Ellie and Tommy are moving, heading to Y/N and they oh so carefully begin pushing his bed closer and closer until our frames connect and oh god I can feel him. He’s alive and he’s real and all I can do is grip his soft hand in mine as I squeeze my eyes shut not wanting to cry as I hear the pair leave us be. 

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It’s a few more hours of me drifting in and out of sleep before I hear it, my name “Joel?” It’s mumbled and followed by a hiss of pain. His eyes are fluttering open and those brilliant sunflower orbs are gazing up at me, blinking away the blurry vision from waking, “You’re here.” He whisper, dragging himself somewhat upright and he’s so close.

His breath is ghosting over my lips and his free hand is pressed against my cheek as his eyes become glassy with tears, “Oh god, you’re alive. I was so scared when I-“

I surge forwards, shushing him with the press of my lips on his and it works because he’s kissing me back and I’m pulling closer and he’s gripping my hair and scrabbling at my chest and i’m-

Someone clears their throat, pulling us apart. It’s Dina. She’s got an eyebrow raised as she forces Y/N to lay back down but doesn’t separate our beds while lightly scolding him, “You need to stay laying down until I say so Y/N. I’m not having you re-break your leg a third time now that Joel’s awake.”

Third time?! I look between Dina and Y/N as Dina begins to check over Y/N’s wounds and change the bandages. Dina doesn’t have to say how when Y/N looks away sheepishly - Y/N re broke it trying to get to my bed to check on me.

“Both of you need to get some rest,” Dina turns her stern gaze to me and I’m slinking down the bed until I’m laying down, Y/N’s hand already outstretched and searching for mine, “Sleep.”

I feel my eyes drifting shut before the door even shuts behind Dina, the familiar smell of Y/N engulfing my senses and the feel of his hand in mine knowing he’s safe. We’re safe.

[pintsizemama]

Fruitcake

Day 14

Summary: A neighbor gave you fruitcake…Max is not a fan.

Pairings: Max Phillips x You, Max Phillips x Female Reader

Fandom: Bloodsucking Bastards

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language

Word Count: 383

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“I’m home!” You heard Max call out as the front door slammed shut. You were snuggled on the couch reading a book and savoring a hot cup of coffee.

“How was work?” You called out distractedly. You were completely engrossed in your book. It was a steamy romance that was just starting to heat up.

“Same old, same old,” Max replied. “Didn’t have to kill anyone today, so pretty boring.” You were barely listening. you were vaguely aware of your boyfriend bustling around between the kitchen and living room.

“Fuck!” Max’s sudden outburst made you jump and nearly throw your book in the air. “Bleh! What the fuck is this?” You looked up to see Max standing in the doorway leading to the kitchen a large piece of fruitcake in his hand and trying his hardest not to throw up.

“Fruitcake,” you answered. “Clara brought it over earlier.”

“Clara?”

“The women who lives next door,” you supplied.

“That old bat?” You chuckled. Clara was probably pushing ninety, and was as sweet as could be to both you and Max. “This is disgusting.” He tossed the offending cake into the trash.

“It’s fruitcake, Max,” you said. “Of course it’s disgusting.”

“Why would she give that to us? Is she trying to kill us?”

“Tons of people give out fruitcake for Christmas,” you answered. “You’re not supposed to eat it. You just say thank you and throw it away when they leave.”

“If everyone hates it then why the hell do people give it to each other?”

“No idea,” you said. “Just toss the whole thing. I meant to earlier and got sidetracked.”

“Ugh,” Max grimaced as he threw it away. “I’m never gonna get that taste out of my mouth.” He came in to sit next to you. You were back to being fully submersed in your book. “Sweet cheeks, wanna give me a little blood to help me get rid of this flavor?”

“No can do,” you said. “Clara wanted to see me eat a piece before she left, so you’ll have to wait a few hours for my blood to taste normal again.”

“God dammit,” Max groaned. He got up with a sigh. “Guess I’ll have to settle for some bourbon then.”

“Mmm,” you murmured, once again tuning him out to read.

Day 14

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[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

pit babe ep 12 stray thoughts

- kentapeteway here we goooo. oh OH??? i need so much more of them you dont understand

- peteway really hitting like pete just wants to help them get out 😕

- this sad ass guitar plucking

- PETE CAN READ MINDS HIM AND WAY ARE LIKE FUCJING FOILS

- peteway really hitting might have to pop over to ao3

- WHO IS TONY GONNA SELL

- jeff’s “aww you’re not too old to give it your all” mdmdjentjrj

- does x hunter have no money cause alan lives alone in a mansion, be honest

- the way north looks at sonic makes me want to eat my computer. he’s constantly shooting his shot good for him

- these absolute clowns. throwing apples at him then bringing up charlie like do you want him to be miserable lmao

- babe’s having kitty thoughts rn isn’t he

- kim being dragged around like the distant cousin who came to see is taking me out i love this lil group NOT THE CHASE

- i’m obsessed with the piano track playing during this conversation does anyone know if they released which instrumentals they use in the soundtrack

- jeff getting kidnapped AGAIN is wild

- idk how i feel about the zipper on kenta’s outfit it looks uncomfy. oh is he having a change of heart? kenta growth moment?? oh no tony saw. his desperate ass is calling winner isnt he....

- pete and way trying their hardest to convince babe kenta can change vs kenta walking in and vowing not to change lol

- will not be commenting on kenta and how he was raised or the cycle or the way he looks at tony or or or or

- he got kenta on the floor crying TONY YOU WILL CRUMBLE

- not the “i’ve never seen you as a son i raised you as a dog” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

- winners cringe ass is here, someone needed to show him kindness or maybe have gay sex with him and let him have control in a safe environment idk i just know he’s not gonna make it more than a few hours god it’s getting desperate for these guys

- i’m really loving way after losing everything, like this man has changed at a fundamental level i dont know what he'll do next i dont know if he knows what he'll do next he has lost himself he has found the person he thought was gone forever....

- DID WINNER MAKE YHR NOISE OF THE CAR DOOR OPENING HELPP DJEJDJJKEKSK

- and he’s a bulls fan ekejjrjriekek

- why is way just standing there watching babe get his ass kicked go mind control

- kim off to the side sadly staring in space while everyone else talks is so funny to me

- babe and pete in sweats for their heist vs way in his fashion jacket

- winner shut up tony is gonna throttle you

- babe rotting from the inside over missing charlie:

way and his loafers: what are we

- i love tony’s little baby hairs im sorry but they’re kinda hot….

- if Pete and way try hard enough can they explode tony with their minds, like if they work as a team

- babe always getting his head smashed like he should just wear his raceing helmet all the time

ahhhh things are going down next ep!!!!!

[roseofdarknessblog]

Anatomy lesson (Reiner Braun x Reader)

Word count: 1 705

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Warning: modern AU, slight nsfw

Summary: Being a med student was never easy. But your beloved boyfriend Reiner Braun was eager to help you get your degree. Even if it involved long hours of helping you study and occasionally being your test subject. Or in this case, the best study partner for going over your old anatomy lessons.

Anatomy lesson

For someone who hated studying so much you chose the hardest degree in the entire universe. Medicine fascinated you your entire life. You dreamed of becoming a doctor since you were just a little girl. And now here you were... only a few months from graduating med school with amazing grades and a lot of opportunities for future residencies.  

Did it make you happy? Yes, of course.

Did it also ruin your life on a daily basis? Yes, of course.

„Hey there, sweetheart,“ said a familiar voice as soft lips kissed you behind your left ear. Strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind and pulled you into a tight hug. Your back lightly bumped into a broad chest you loved using as a pillow. „Can I join you?“

„You scared me, where did you come from? I didn’t hear you unlocking the front door,“ you said a little shaken, looking over your shoulder at the familiar face. Hot water from the shower had already soaked his blond hair and made the longer strands stuck to his forehead. „How long have you been home?“

„Ten minutes maybe, don’t know. I wanted to wait for you in the living room, but you always take forever in the shower.“

„Yeah, I’m guilty of that,“ you admitted and gently brushed your lips against his mouth. „How was your day at work, darling?“

„Tiring as usual, but nothing a good warm shower with you couldn't wash away,“ Reiner said softly, his voice making you feel pleasantly warm on the inside.

You lived for long and impossibly hot showers. It was one of your favorite ways to unwind after a long and hard day. And today had been one of those. Even though you spent it at home, the last twelve hours were filled with studying, studying, and more studying. Just like the last couple of days. But despite that, you still felt like you knew absolutely nothing.

„And how was your day? You barely replied to my texts.“

„Filled with anatomy, mostly. I was going through old pre-recorded lessons from our professor, taking additional notes, making some new flashcards and stuff like that.“

„That’s why you’re listening to... whatever the hell you are listening to right now. Usually, you just blast some music while you shower and sing along, but today...“ said Reiner with a quiet laugh as the voice of your professor kept speaking from the laptop placed on the washing machine.

You felt guilty about taking a long break since you still didn’t cover all the study material you wanted today. Taking your laptop to the bathroom with you and leaving on one of the lectures was a fairly good tactic. But just until you almost completely zoned out and paid more attention to the water drops running down the walls.

„I don’t think I can contain any more information even though I am just going over materials I've already studied. But at the same time, I have a feeling that I know absolutely nothing. Like you can ask me about any topic and I’m just gonna blanky stare at your face like you were speaking in some foreign language.“

„You say that every time and then come home with the best grade possible,“ he says, leaning against your bare back and kissing you on the shoulder. „I'm sure you know everything you need, you've had anatomy before and did great. And the exam is next week you still have plenty of time to study some more.“

„I don’t think I have any energy left for that.“

„Come on, the finish line is just a few steps away. You made it too far to give up now.“

„I’m not giving up, just...“ you breathed and quickly turned around in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. Your and Reiner’s height difference was all fun and games until you had trouble kissing him whenever you wanted. He needed to bow his head a little so you could reach his lips comfortably. „I’m tired, Reiner.“

„But you’re doing great, baby. I’m really proud of everything you do every single day. Even the tiniest, most ordinary things.“

„But the tiniest and most ordinary things are not gonna get me my medical degree.“

„Maybe not, but they are an important part of our lives. You can’t just focus on one thing and ignore the rest. Life comes as this one really big thing made out of million smaller ones which are all almost equally important.“

You smiled a little and placed another kiss on his soft lips. Kissing Reiner was one of the single best things in the whole wide world. And you had the privilege to do so for the last four years. The two of you met just before you started med school, so he’s been with you through it all. Your best and worst days. He helped you study for many exams and sat with you patiently when you needed a volunteer to learn anatomy for the very first time or practice clinical skills before your rotations in the hospital.

He was always there. Always. Supporting you and loving you every step of the way. Helping out with housework, mostly cleaning and cooking when he had time after or sometimes even before going to work himself. You couldn’t imagine your life without him by your side. Some days you were so overwhelmed by the love he made you feel that you couldn't even remember how you used to live before meeting Reiner.

Were you truly living or just surviving? Waiting in the shadows for the greatest gift the universe had to offer?

Med school was undeniably hard and it took a lot of your free time. You spent long hours with your nose stuck in books and study materials, and even longer hours in the hospital wards. But Reiner was patient. He planned cute small dates, waited for you after your unpaid shifts at the hospital, and planned his own schedule around your needs.

You viewed him as the most stable element in your life.

And for that, you were eternally grateful.

„I believe in you, sweetheart. You can do anything you set your mind to,“ he said lovingly, cradling you in his strong embrace, and pulling you even closer to his chest.

There weren’t enough words in this universe you could use to express your love for this man. You were just so unbelievably grateful for his presence in your life. He could turn even your worst days into ones with beautiful memories and lots of love.

„Do you want to study some more tonight?“ You nodded your head, gently brushing your lips against his collarbone. One of your hands travels up his muscular back, rubbing soothing circles on his warm skin. „And would you like me to help you?“

„You should rest, Reiner.“

„I have a day off tomorrow so I’ll have plenty of time to rest then. Tonight I’m all yours.“

„How did I get this lucky?“

Without an answer, Reiner made you take some steps backward until your back lightly hit the wet wall. His hands came down to your hips, gently squeezing them as his lips found yours again. His kisses became more and more passionate, loving, and tender at the same time.

„You look so beautiful with your hair wet,“ he whispered into your lips, proceeding to plant small kisses along your jaw and neck. „Just so so beautiful,“ he continued in a low, raspy voice. His lips swept over your collarbone, lovingly kissing one concrete spot before he sucked the skin between his teeth.

„Reiner...“

Your body tensed a little, and your breath caught in your lungs as a soft whimper escaped your mouth. Reiner smiled against your skin, sliding his right hand down your thigh, the other one still resting on your hip.

„You wanted help with anatomy, right? I think this is the best and most efficient way. Practical skills before theory, am I right?“ he asked jokingly before kissing you between your breasts and sliding both of his hands around your waist and down under your butt. His toned muscular arms picked your up with ease.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you kissed his lips again, playfully taking his lower lip between your teeth. „I’m not so sure, Reiner. How should this help me pass my final exams?“ you asked just a little out of breath, gazing right into his golden eyes. Gosh, you loved their color so much. In the sunlight, they sometimes looked like pools of sweet honey.

„I’ll show you in a bit, sweetheart.“

„Oh, okay. Go ahead, big boy,“ you teased him and cupped his face in your hands. He didn’t have time to shave this morning, but you didn’t complain even a little bit. The slight stubble around his chin, and lips looked really good on him.

„But we should move to the bedroom, it has a better... vibe for this kind of activity.“

„As you wish,“ you whispered submissively, reaching out your hand and without looking stopping the shower. Cold air almost immediately brushed against your heated skin, making you shiver in Reiner’s embrace. „Just be careful and don’t slip on the wet tiles like last time. You almost broke my arm.“

„That was a stupid inconvenience, and it won’t happen again. I’m always being careful with you.“

„Just until you lose yourself in the heat of the moment.“ Your lips pressed a small kiss to the right corner of his mouth as he carefully stepped out of the shower. He was always very careful and gentle around you like he was afraid of accidentally hurting you in any way. „Shouldn't we grab a couple of towels or dry ourselves first? The whole bed will be wet otherwise.“

„Who cares,“ Reiner murmured into your ear and made his way to your shared bedroom.

Your laptop stayed in the bathroom, the professor's voice from the pre-recorded lecture still sounding through the apartment. His anatomy lectures were always one of your favorites. But they were just too theoretical.

Nothing could've compared to the anatomy lessons you taught yourself with the eager help of your boyfriend.

[exclusivecolette]

LOVE AGAINST ALL ODDS

PT.6

long chapter sorry if i messed something up, this was very rushed.)

(if you aren’t blonde or don’t apply to the features, you can just put your own features in. i just put my features because i didn’t really know what else.)

summary: a girl starts to fall in love with a boy in class. But, her abusive parents are extremely strict (ignoring the fact she’s even old enough to drive.) And what is she gonna do when she realizes, he isn’t just some crush

TW: nothing really, cussing

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“hey y/n” char touch my ankle waking me up. “hi charlie” i sit up and see both my parents and my smile drops. “we’re here to take you home” my mom said quietly trying her very hardest to look guilty. I roll my eyes and look back at charlie. “here i brought you this” charlie said. I smile at him when he pulled out his phone. “thank you” i pull him in for a hug.

-

In the car i was texting matt the whole way. The doctor said i shouldn’t even be on my phone but i didn’t care. We get home and i instantly go to my room. I put on a comfy clothes, turn on my tv and start watching a new show.

-

a soft knock hit my door. “yeah?” i ask please be charlie. The door opened and i saw my mom, i sighed waiting for the talk. “i’m just here to let you know that me and your father are gonna be gone for the next 4 days, for work. But if you need us for anything- or don’t want us to go, we won’t” bitch you kidding? “nope, you guys can go. when are you guys leaving?” i ask not looking from the tv. “in a about an hour” she said.

“okay” i say hiding the emotion jumping in my body. “Charlies taking advantage of it and going to grandmas so he doesn’t have to go to school, but just wanted to let you know. Tell your brother bye.” We’re on spring break…

My parents never paid attention to things. Especially school, only if you had good grades then that’s all they need to know.

she walked out. A few minutes pass before charlie walked in my room.

“bye y/n” he said in a playful tone. “bye char have fun i love you.” i answer laughing. “bye love you. you have fun too” he wink and i responded by rolling my eyes.

-

It’s been 20 minutes since i heard the car pull out, so i called matt.

“hey you good?”

“yeah hi”

“you sure?”

“yeah um are you busy?” i ask.

“nope what’s up”

“so-“ i pause

“come on spit it out” he laughed

“do you wanna come over, my parents aren’t home and i have nothing to do but stare at a screen, even though the doctors said i shouldn’t-“ I say nervously

“yeah yeah right now?” he asked.

“if you can-“ i say timidly

“yeah i’m on my way. turn off the screen” he laughed getting up.

“okay i’ll see you in a bit?”

“yeah bye” he said.

“bye.”

-

15 minutes had passed. There was a knock at my front door. I get up and walk to the door excitedly. I open the door and his face instantly lit up “hi.” he breathed out smiling. His nose was rosy. It was a little chilly out, the sun was gonna set in about an a few hours. “you cold?” i ask moving back so he can come in.

“yeah i had the window down.” he giggled. he looked so cute. “thanks for keeping me busy” i say as he took off his shoes “is that the only reason you called?” he teased. “wanted to see you.” i shrugged blushing clearly. “what do you wanna do?” i ask just happy for him to be there, a smile never left my face.

He chuckled, “i don’t care whatever.”

I thought for a second. “we can make food. I’m kinda hungry.” i say and he groaned in satisfaction “yes yes i’m starving” he said and we laughed walking to the kitchen. “we can make like homemade pizza?” he suggested “we could but we don’t have the stuff for it” i say “let’s go to the store real fast.” he said “yeah let me change” i say

“what for?” he asked and i looked down at my sports bra and sweatpants. “i have a jacket.” he said walking back to the door “oh yeah speaking of i still have your hoodie” i say about to go upstairs to grab it. “i’ll get it later.” he shrugged and handed me the jacket. I put on the oversized jacket and we left.

Sitting in the passenger i look over at him with my head back. He picks up and looks at me smiling as we stopped at a light. “i- you’re so” i look for the way to put it “there for me.” i state and he smiled at the wording “I like being there for you” he start driving again.

“it’s crazy because i’ve known you since elementary and this is the first we’ve really been together. and not just like when we ran off at the bonfire a year ago, or went to patty’s and talked when we were bored.” he said.

“yeah, looking back we did engage a lot more than i realized.” i say looking back at the road and thinking. “we’ve been partners many times, had many projects together, presentations, but never really hung out like this” he stated.

-

“you know i can juggle” matt giggled grabbing 3 oranges. “matt no” i laugh and take them out of his hand leaning on him a little to put them back in the bin behind him. “god matt” i giggle and look up at him just to see him already looking at me. He was looking at me in a way. In a way that made my heart skip a beat. In a way that- “hey guys” a familiar voice said from behind me.

Me and matt both looked back to see a kid from our school. “Hi jack what’s up” he dabbed him up and i stood to the side. “hey y/n, not gonna say hi” he laughed opening his arms to a hug. “hi jack” i giggled hugging him. I looked up to matt and he had a almost angry look on his face, but quickly changed expressions when he saw me looked at him. jealous? i smirk at him.

“i’ll see you guys later bye” he walked off. I look back at matt and his jaw was slightly clenched. “you okay?” i start pushing the cart. “yeah no i’m good” he said and smiled at me.

We mess around the store a bit and also get the stuff for pizza.

I scan the last item and click pay. I start pulling out my wallet. It came to about 30 dollars, due to the extra snacks we threw in. “no i got it” he kinda pushed me with his body. “matt i’m already paying its fine” i push him back. “step back” he pulled out his wallet. “atleast let me go half” i push him back completely. “come on” he tilted his head and i smirked. “fine half” he negotiated.

-

“okay um do you even know how to make a pizza?” i ask holding up the packaged dough. “nope. but how hard could it be?” he shrugged. My mom was calling. “shit be quiet it’s my mom” i say before answering.

“hi mom” i say in a annoyed tone.

“hi i just wanted to check in-“

matt dropped a stack of bowls on the counter, they were plastic so they didn’t break. I shot him a confused looked.

“who’s there?” she asked suspiciously. “sydney came over, sorry i didn’t ask she just got here a few minutes” i lie quickly.

“oh can i talk to her. I haven’t said hi in a while”

fuck.

“she just walked in the bathroom but when she comes out i’ll call you back. She’s getting ready for bed”

matt had all the bowls picked up.

“okay call me back. bye i love you”

“bye” i hang up.

“i’m sorry” he said looking up from his phone. “your okay” i insure quickly swiping on phone. “what are you doing-“ he stopped when he saw my phone go back to my ear. “put it on speaker” he said intrigued.

“hey” syds voice said

“you love me right?” i said watching a smile grow on matts face.

“yeah what’s up?”

“i need a favor”

“yeah anything.”

“can you come by the home just for a few minutes and talk to my mom?” i asked quickly.

“yeah i’ll leave now, your home?” she asked and i heard stuff moving around.

“well i got home earlier, and my mom and dad are somewhere for work, and my brothers at my grandmas. So i asked matt to come over….” i said the last sentence painfully slow.

“AHHHH i love you guys like together so much-“ she screeched and i heard driving.

My face flushed and i looked away putting my head into my hand

“yeah so my mom called earlier and matt” i emphasize his name “dropped bowls and she was like all suspicious and i told her you were over but weren’t able to be on the phone right at that second-“

“yeah i almost there i’ll see you in like 3 minutes, i love you”

“love u too bye.”

I place my phone down. “so that solves that.” i say looking up at him ��okay so do you wanna start the pizza?” he stood up. “yeah grab the flour”

-

“hey babe i’m here” she sang coming in the door and saw me and matt with flour all over eachother. It had been 3 minutes, and we hadn’t even opened the dough. As soon as the flour left the cabinet we were like kids, throwing flour at eachother.

“you guys are so cute” she smiled walking over to my phone and opening it. I blush again and he noticed as i looked away. Syd called my mom and handed me the phone.

-

“bye thanks so much syd i love you” i say hand on the door. “no problem bye i love u” she said walking off to the car and i shut the door. I walk back into the kitchen and my eyes meet matt but i quickly look away. “okay let’s start”

-

“you know, did you know i was italian?” he asked putting the heart pizzas in the oven. “yeah actually i remember you saying something about it at the start of the year” i say looking at him before setting the timer. “my roots are coming up” he giggled making me chuckle. “you’re unreal matt” i walk away. “i’m gonna change real fast” i say and he nodded.

I change into my brandy boxers with little teddy bears and a matching brown sports bra i’d bought just for this outfit. I trout down the stairs looking for a pair of socks. Fluffy white socks with teddy bears on the side. I felt matt’s eyes on me. Maybe it was because i’d just entered the kitchen. Or maybe because i came down the stairs looking for something. Or maybe it was fact that my boxers with riding up on thighs.

I look at him for second making him sit up and jump out of whichever thought he was thinking. “what are you looking for?” he stood up. “ummm” my voice trailed off in the living room making him follow me. I see a basket of clothes with my socks on the top. I lift up each foot putting them on.

“look” she smiled at her socks like it was the last pair on earth. Her smile so perfect the way it was wide. The way it made her eyes appear slimmer when her cheeks rose up from her big smile. She’s beautiful. “look at my socks” she stated when i didn’t look, a smile quickly appearing back on her face.

I look down at the white fuzzy socks that had a small teddy bear on the side of each one. She wiggled her feet to show off the socks that matched her shor- GOD her shorts. The way her her thighs made them ride up, the way the shorts barely cuffed the bottom of her as- “come on” she waved me to follow her.

“do you wanna watch a movie tonight?” i ask sitting up on the counter.

My eyes quickly glanced at her thighs when she looked away to think. The way they smooshed from the counter.

“we can watch like a scary movie, a disney-“ his voice interrupted mine. “whatever you want-“ his stopped when it look like he remembered something. “you aren’t allowed to look at too much screen.” i playfully roll my eyes. “too bad” i say in a whiny tone. “you can…oh! you can wear sunglasses?” he suggested like it was a real answer.

“you’re funny” i say sarcastically. “i’m so serious, that’s the only way i’ll watch a movie with you.” he says shrugging. “fine” i groan.

-

“is it good” i ask him and he motions for me to also take a bite. I do and it was good. “it’s good” he said after swallowing the rest of his food. “yeah i like it” i say.

-

“are you sure you have enough blanket?” he asked. “yeah i’m good” i lean forward to set down the dr pepper i was sipping. “what do you wanna watch?” i ask and when i look over to him he was already looking at me with his head tilted back on the couch. “what ever you want” he said in a low tone. “no help me pick” i say laying my head back on the couch too.

“let’s watch a disney movie” he suggested. Excitement flew through my body “i was hoping you’d say that” i turn back to the TV and start scrolling. “what kind? Like a princess movie?” i ask looking up at him and he was already staring at me again. “let’s watch tangled?” he said and my eyes widened. “your so perfect” i lean my head on his shoulder.

“i almost forgot something” he said and i looked up in confusion. “your sunglasses” i rolled my eyes “matt!!!!!” i whine “i was just kidding” he laughed “you really thought i was gonna make you wear sunglasses?” i shrugged.

I felt my body relax. “tangled is literally my favorite” she looked up at me with a big smile on her face. She placed her head back down. She wrapped her arm around my arm as she leaned on my shoulder.

-

I lifted my head off his shoulder moved my arm from around him. “what’s wrong” he asked “i’m tired” i stand up. I waited for him to stand up while i stretched. “you coming?” i ask and start walking. “yeah” he said and followed me up. When i open the room door he smiled. “i like your room.” he stated looking around. “it looks comfortable.” He said as i sat down.

“thanks” I get under my blankets. “You have a lot of blankets.” he laughed making me laugh too. “yeah it get cold at night.” i turn on the tv to finish the movie.

-

how does she sleep so peacefully. She wrapped her arm around me. Her eyebrows furrowed. She moves a lot in her sleep. She scoots closer to me and wraps her leg over my waist, i felt my stomach twirl. I never wanna leave.

[gi-maeve-rose]

Valeria shook her head. “I’m scared,” she whispered to hide the break in her voice. Scared of losing herself again, scared of getting hurt. Scared for Isabella… “I can’t be the same girl Connor made me into that year. I’ll never be that me again.”

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Monday, September 5th, 1:12PM

"This is bullshit," Valeria complained for the umpteenth time in the past two hours of moving hers and her sister's belongings into the new apartment. She knew it was for the best, for the safety of her and Isabella, but that didn't mean she wouldn't complain about it the whole time. They practically grew up together in that simple apartment. No matter what was going on in the outside world, whatever chaos reigned over New York, they had each other in their little safe space.

Isabella couldn't help but smile at her sister, setting a box down to hug her instead. "You said that already," she quipped, squeezing tighter when Valeria's arms wrapped around her. The last two days were full of silent packing, tension making the air thick and unbearable. It wasn’t until Isabella begged Valeria, nearly breaking down into tears, to tell her what was going on just the night before. It was a long night of honesty and crying, but it was much needed for the both of them.

“Does she always complain this much?” Sonny questioned from the living room, helping Fin set the furniture where it needed to be.

“It’s worse at home.” Isabella laughed when Valeria playfully pushed her away by her head. “I’m gonna go unpack my room.”

Valeria followed as far as the kitchen, unpacking the dishes. “Don’t put your music too loud,” she reminded, hearing the door close and the hum of pop music faintly after. She let out a heavy sigh, looking around the new apartment. As grateful as she was for the help, it went against everything she stood for. It was hard to break the do-it-yourself mindset, much less not be upset when it didn’t happen that way. “So much for independence,” she muttered.

Fin just barely heard her, glancing over with a dismal expression. “Hey. Val.” He joined her in the kitchen, leaning against the counter next to her. “I get it. You’ve been doing everything on your own since you were eighteen, you think you can take on the world. But you don’t gotta take it on alone.”

Her shoulders slumped, head hanging with a sigh as she placed a mug in the cabinet. “It’s not that, Fin,” she murmured. “I just… God… I just don’t like how this feels. Being dependent on people.”

“Everyone’s gotta depend on someone sometimes,” he insisted. “That doesn’t make you any less independent. It just means you got people in your corner to help you.”

Valeria shook her head. “I’m scared,” she whispered to hide the break in her voice. Scared of losing herself again, scared of getting hurt. Scared for Isabella… “I can’t be the same girl Connor made me into that year. I’ll never be that me again.”

He felt his heart break for her, placing a gentle yet firm hand on her shoulder. “You won’t be,” Fin promised. “What Connor did, how he was with you, that wasn’t for you. That was for him. This? What we’re doing to help you? This is for you, and Isabella. We want to see you thriving.”

Despite having heard so much of it within the past few months on the squad, words of comfort and affirmation were still so foreign to Valeria. The last time she’d heard it was when she reported Davis, but rarely anything since. Even in vice, everyone was tough love. Interesting, wasn’t it? The precinct with the hardest cases had a team with the biggest hearts. She nodded with a soft and genuine smile. She believed him. She had no reason not to.

“Hey, Val,” Sonny called as he made his way to the kitchen. “I hate to do this to you, but my sister just text me, said my niece needs my help with a problem at her school.”

Her brows furrowed as she straightened up with concern. “Is everything okay?”

He waved a dismissive hand. “Yeah, it’s nothing big, just a rooming problem. She’s just stuck at work and needs me to fill in.” He pointed toward the living room. “We got all the heavy stuff in. I can come back later tonight to help unpack—“

“No, no, no, no, Sonny, you helped enough,” she insisted gratefully. “You and Fin. But if you guys want to come back later tonight, Liv and Amanda are gonna stop by, too, for a little housewarming dinner. Nothing fancy, just some takeout for Li Tsung’s over on Krammer.”

“We’ll be there,” he promised, grinning wide as he hugged her goodbye and pat Fin’s arm before leaving.

Fin hugged Valeria next, holding her for a moment longer. “It’s gonna be alright. I promise.” He rubbed her back soothingly as she relaxed against him. He couldn’t imagine the stress she was under, but he could do his best to help hold her together. Fin pulled back, giving her shoulders a squeeze before he, too, left until the evening.

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Tuesday, September 6th, 1:35AM

Half past one in the morning. Everyone had left for their own home and Isabella was fast asleep. In spite of the threat against Valeria, it was the first time in a long time that things felt peaceful. There was no danger, no Connor Davis. That night, it was just friends, some alcohol, and a good time. There was laughter, reminiscing, storytelling. It was sad to say that Valeria never had this until she joined SVU. From the very start of her adult life, she had to be a workhorse, a powerhouse. Provide for herself and her sister. She rarely let herself relax, let herself just be. But tonight she did, and she felt like she could breathe.

But she still couldn’t sleep, sitting on the couch with a glass of red wine, wearing her sleep shorts and a Guns ‘N’ Roses tank top. When it was just herself and the silence, the thoughts came back. What if Connor found her again? What if she could never be safe? What if—

She was plucked from her thoughts upon hearing a knock at the door. Her intrusive thoughts swirled in her mind. It’s him. He found me. Slowly, Valeria stood from the cushions and set her wine down on the glass coffee table, taking quiet steps toward the door. Her hand rested on her gun on the small table by the door as she peeked out the peephole. She sighed heavily in relief and annoyance, opening the door. “Rafael,” she huffed.

Rafael smiled anyway. Was it rude to come over at such a late hour without warning? Yes. Did he care? Not really. Besides, something in his gut told him she’d be awake anyway, and lo and behold, he was right. “I’m just checking in,” he insisted.

Valeria raised a brow. “At one in the morning?”

“Did I wake you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“What if I say yes?”

“Then you’d be a liar.”

Valeria tried, and failed, to fight the grin off her face. This man was one of the most irritating she knew, and also one of the best. He was cocky and stubborn and liked to push people’s buttons, but he also liked to help where he could and as much as he could. Now that sounded familiar. “We missed you at dinner,” she claimed, stepping to the side to let Rafael in.

He stepped in, resting his briefcase against the wall as he pulled off his coat. “Got caught up in the office,” he explained vaguely. “I had some work to finish that I’d been putting off for a while. Next thing I know, it’s past midnight.”

Valeria hummed, closing the door and scooping up her wine from the coffee table before heading to the kitchen. “Well, make yourself comfortable. There’s plenty of leftovers, I’ll heat some up for you. Drink?”

Rafael was never one to refuse hospitality. “Whatever you’re having.” He looked around the living area, slowly walking along the walls as if in an art gallery. “You made quick work of unpacking,” he noted.

“Well, the lieutenant doesn’t want me back until I’m settled, and I want to get back as soon as possible,” she explained with reason.

Rafael hummed, zoned in on how she had put herself into her new home. Pictures of her and Isabella throughout the years decorated the walls alongside various decor. Some simple and just for aesthetic, others clearly as a show of appreciation to her homeland. A picture of a coqui, some vejigante masks, copies of famous paintings Goyita and La Virgen del Rosario. He focused on the paintings, their meanings. It was incredibly fitting for Valeria. The more he understood her pride, the more he admired it.

Valeria came back in moments later with a hot plate and glass of Merlot, setting them down quietly on the coffee table. She noticed how intently he examined everything, like he was committing it to memory. Committing her to memory. Maybe it was conceited to think about it that way, but that’s how it was, wasn’t it? The photos, the art. That was all part Valeria. Rafael was getting to know her through it all. And it felt… nice.

Valeria walked up next to Rafael, connecting his line of sight to a picture of her in a big, green ball gown, done up like a Princess and standing between an older man and woman. “That was my quinceañera,” she explained, a wistful air to her voice. “I was actually still fourteen when we had the party. We had to have it early because my grandma and grandpa on my dad’s side had flown in from Puerto Rico early.” She pointed to another picture of a much older couple. “That’s them.”

Rafael smiled gingerly. “Then that means this is mom and dad,” he assumed, gesturing to the picture of the three. They all looked so happy.

She smiled with him, though hers was laced with a hint of mourning. “Yeah. We didn’t know it yet, but Mami was pregnant with Isabella at the time we took the picture.” Her smile faded. “We didn’t find out until after Papi died a month later.”

His chest ached. He could only assume that was when her mother started using again. It pained him and made him so angry. How could anyone, a mother growing a life inside her, be so selfish and not care about that life? Maybe it wasn’t right to judge. Rafael didn’t know the pain of losing a spouse. Hell, he never really had a real relationship, let alone ever gotten married. “How did he pass?”

“Pancreatic cancer. He’d had it for a couple years, but it progressed quickly toward the end.”

Rafael looked at the picture again. Unless you actually looked for it, you couldn’t tell he was sick. You just saw a father celebrating his daughter’s big day. Living in the moment, knowing there wouldn’t be another chance for a moment like this. “Is that also why you had the party early?” he dared to asked, scared he already knew the answer. “He was getting weaker, and he wanted to have one more special day with you?”

Valeria bit her lip hard, taking a deep breath. Wordless confirmation. It still hurt, tears stinging her eyes. “He died in his bed, holding my hand… The day after my fifteenth birthday.” God fucking dammit… What the hell was happening to her? Out of everyone she let peek through the stone walls, why was it Rafael? If it was Olivia or Fin, that would make more sense. They’d already seen her at her most raw ten years ago. But Rafael? The guy that she swore up and down acted like a huge dick to compensate for his lack there of?

Rafael didn’t have an answer for it either, but he was honored she did nonetheless. Even though it broke his heart. Even more so that she still tried to keep it inside. He comforted her the best way he knew how to in these types of situations, which… Which he honestly didn’t know how to very well at all. He brought a hand carefully to her back, rubbing soothingly up and down.

Her chin quivered, but Valeria fought it back quickly, taking a deep breath and tilting her head back to drain the tears. She cleared her throat and shook her head, taking a step back as she turned toward the couch. “Anyway, your plate’s ready. Don’t let it get cold.” She was grateful he didn’t argue or protest. Just followed her to the couch, sitting in front of his place. She sat next to him, legs tucked beneath her with her glass of wine in hand. “So, can I ask about work or is it confidential?”

Rafael hummed as he took a bite of his egg roll. If it was a subject change she needed, he’d oblige, despite his own reservations of doing so. “Actually, I was looking more into those cases that we couldn’t get to stick to Davis,” he admitted. “His two previous girlfriends that he killed.”

She shook her head, huffing with utter disbelief and confusion. “How did those charges not stick? I mean, it’s clear as day that it was him.”

“To you, yes, because you know what he’s capable of. You’ve been through it first hand,” he reminded. “But to a jury, it would’ve been circumstantial.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, and that fact that he just so happened to be dating both victims at the time of their deaths is just bad luck, right?” she jeered, sipping her wine.

Rafael held his hands up. “Hey, I don’t pick the jury,” he defended. “If it were up to me, Davis would’ve been locked away after the first one. Spare you this chaos.”

She gave a nonpartisan shrug. “I don’t know. I think if it wasn’t him that brought me to SVU ten years ago, it would’ve been my mom’s drug habits, and I still would’ve ended up here. Not here.” She gestured to the new, fancier apartment. “But as a detective in SVU, working with you guys.”

Rafael blew out a tense breath, grabbing his glass. “An alternate timeline where I still work with you? Yikes.” Valeria’s jaw dropped and he snickered as he took a sip of his wine. She moved quickly, grabbing a shrimp from his plate and throwing it at his head. “¡Mis camarones no!” He laughed, grabbing her hand to keep her from hijacking more.

“¡Esos mis camarones, pendejo!” she laughed loudly.

A creak from the hallway grasp both of their attention and shut them up. Isabella slugged from her room, squinting in the living room light. Her hair wasn’t a rat’s nest, but it was evident of deep sleep. “You guys are loud,” she slurred, shuffling toward the kitchen.

“Sorry, Isa,” she called, holding back her giggles.

Isabella grumbled, leaving back to her room with a water bottle. “Just keep the loud sex at his place.”

Rafael choked on his wine, spilling it on the sleeve and front of his dress shirt. Oh, yeah. They were definitely sisters.

Valeria rolled her eyes heavily, finishing off her wine. “For that to happen, I’m gonna need some more Merlot,” she joked, standing from the couch to pour herself some more in the kitchen.

She just barely missed how Rafael paused in the middle of wiping off his shirt. That was a stark contrast from their usual ribbing. He watched her walk and disappear into the kitchen. Did she actually just say that? Was this a new level reached in their friendship? What the hell was going on? He stared off, starting to think… differently.

“Stand up.”

Valeria was suddenly in front of him, rag in one hand, spray bottle in the other. His eyes started at her bare legs, taking in the tiny details of the dragon tattoo that wrapped around her right thigh and disappeared under the hem of her shorts, skimming up the curve of her hips and waist, over her—

Stop it, Rafael. He mentally scolded himself as he stood, yet he just couldn’t take his eyes off her as she took his arm, spraying the stains on his white sleeve generously. “What is that?” he asked, a mix of distinct, yet vague scents lifting.

“Water, vinegar, baking soda, dish soap, and a little bit of lemon,” Valeria listed, scrubbing the fabric vigorously. She was zoned in, unaware of his gaze, thanks to the booze. Between the time the others had left and now, Valeria had consumed as least an entire bottle herself. Blissfully unaware.

Rafael grinned. “¿Lo aprendiste de tu abuela?”

She giggled, looking up at him. “Is it obvious?” She moved to the front of his shirt, undoing the top few buttons and tucking her hand beneath the stain to keep it from bleeding more onto his undershirt. “Come on, I know you got some good tips and tricks from your grandma.”

“A few things. A lot of food recipes.”

Valeria hummed. “I expect a home cooked meal now as an apology for coming by in the middle of the night.”

Rafael chuckled. “Sounds like a fair deal to me.” A promise instead of a witty remark. It seemed tonight was just full of surprises.

She draped the rag over her shoulder, glancing down at the mostly empty plate and half finished wine. “Refill on either of those?” She took them both, heading back for the kitchen.

More wine. Liquid courage. “Actually, I think I should turn in for the night.” Even just another sip might be enough to make him stay and do something he knew he shouldn’t. Rafael gathered his coat, grabbing his briefcase by the door. “You know where to find me if you need anything.”

Valeria felt a shard of disappointment, but she understood. She poured the rest of his wine into her glass, taking a sip before she joined him at the door. “Even at one in the morning?” She chuckled when he gave her a playful side glower. “I appreciate it.” But those three little words didn’t seem like enough. Her gratitude ran much deeper than words could describe. A new apartment, looking into a decade old charges for anything that could keep her and her sister safe, all for a person he hardly knew. Rafael’s help went beyond professional.

Valeria stepped closer, her arms clasping around him. She enveloped Rafael in a hug, chin resting on his shoulder with a deep sigh. Teakwood and scotch. A rough, but comforting scent. “Gracias, Rafa,” she spoke softly. “Por todo.”

Rafael tensed before he relaxed, reciprocating the unexpected gentle affection. He closed his eyes. Tea tree lavender and wine. “No me des las gracias,” he returned. He pulled back to look her in the eyes, still holding her by her waist. “Solo prométeme que estarás a salvo, ¿si?” Tears rimmed Valeria’s eyes as she nodded silently and he pulled her into another hug and kissed the side of her head. “Dios te bendiga.” Neither of them were necessarily religious, but comfort would be given and taken wherever it could be.

They both pulled away before too long, despite both not wanting to. It was the first time in so long that Valeria felt some kind of comfort like this, and so long since Rafael felt something like… this, in general. What was it? It was such an old feeling, but so familiar. Old enough to be lost, but present enough that maybe it could be found again. But until then, Rafael parted from the apartment, heading down the hall to his own. A final glance toward Valeria’s door just before it shut. He smiled gently, but it quickly fell. There would be no turning in tonight. He needed to find something that could reopen the cases against Connor Davis. He had to put him away.

[charmfamily]

(SEMI) CHARMED KIND OF LIFE: EPISODE 2 POST CREDITS BONUS SCENE - "THE PHONE CALL". “THE HARDEST PART IS SAYING SORRY (WITH YOUR DIGNITY INTACT)”

Transcript Below.

EMILIA: [Silent mode isn’t at all as silent as she hoped it would be– the constant buzzing and vibrating of her cell phone becoming more and more nerve-grating each time it happens. After what has to be the tenth call in the span of five minutes – all from Akira Kibo – Emilia yanks the phone off the charger. He’d been calling for an hour now.] What?! What do you want, Akira?!

AKIRA: For you to answer the phone, obviously! I’ve been blowing the shit up for a Fates be Damned hour, did you not think that maybe this might be important?!

EMILIA: How about instead of lecturing me on my supposed thoughtlessness, which is rich coming from you, you tell me what’s so dire that you had to call me over 60 times? I already know who it’s about, you wouldn’t call me otherwise, so just spit it out and tell me what the hell he did now. 

AKIRA: [Pursing his lips tightly for a moment – so, so tempted to continue arguing with her until it gets far too out of hand, he pauses for a second and takes a slow breath, counting to five before he can begin speaking again.] We broke up the usual Sunday routine and went to a different gym, even left town because he’s trying to give you your space, not show up to where you work because, like clearly you don’t wanna see him, talk to him, run into him or whatever, but … I think he might be getting desperate about getting ahold of you ‘cause he just did something really stupid and I couldn’t talk him out of it – I tried, I swear. He got his lights knocked out boxing and I don’t think he’s even conscious yet, he’s been out the entire time I’ve been calling you, like he’s really fucked up … Please, Em, I need you to whip up whatever shit is gonna patch him up and bring it here and I really need for you two to talk, cause I swear, this is all he’s obsessed over for a whole fucking week – I know he’s gonna apologize for the stuff you two are fighting about, for sure, but like, in his head he had to do all this to even get the opportunity to see you so he could do that… 

EMILIA: So his brilliant response to getting the silent treatment after dragging me into a horrible night of totally unnecessary drama is to create more unnecessary drama so he can stage an apology instead of walking up to my door, knocking on it, and being totally up front with me about how he feels. [There is a pause as she nods to herself, feeling the blood in her veins tense as her jaw slightly clenches.] Thank you for letting me know that he’s learned absolutely nothing from this – the answer is no. 

AKIRA: Cut him a fucking break, Emilia! It’s not like he hasn’t reached out at all, I was pretty much standing right next to him every single time he texted you a hundred times, left voicemails and DMs – because he’s not a mind reader and he’s not doing this the way you want him to, you’re just gonna keep this shit going?! Who exactly is being childish here?! Did you listen to anything I fucking told you?! HE’S INJURED. BADLY. HE GOT INJURED TRYING TO GET YOU TO TALK TO HIM. GET OVER HERE. 

EMILIA: He got injured doing something idiotic for attention, probably on some golden piece of advice you gave him if I had to guess, so no, I’m not going over there. First of all, I’m legally contracted by my job not to set foot on outside properties in our competitive field, and two, he’s not the only one that’s been a wreck for a week– even if I wanted to make something to heal him, I can’t. My energy is completely gone, I’m messing up easy serums… Not that you care, but this was a really bad time to pull a stunt like this. I’m not even going to be in town for the next few days, I’m literally packing for a trip right now to fix the “can’t make a potion” problem so… Take him to the healers in The Vale and don’t you ever call me again. When he can talk to me himself, in person, I’ll be around, but until then, I’m “cutting him a break” by being on a break.  AKIRA: I’ll let him know you’re on a break then instead of ghosting him and waiting for him to figure it out. [He hangs up before Emilia can say anything else, already making plans to go into his contacts and block her number.] Dumb bitch.

[littleguy-bigstories]

Growing Desire (Part 2)

After taking pill that Axel insisted I take. We headed to the gym to put our new bodies to work. I’m still not sure if I really want this, but something in me won’t let me stop.

It’s chest and tri’s day. I have always enjoyed chest day because I’ve dreamed of having huge pecs. I guess that dream might actually come true. The more I pushed in the gym the more my thoughts started to shift.

“Nice push man! Keep going, feel your muscles pushing to grow. Come one! One more” Axel was trying to keep me pumped and it was working. With each push I could feel the desire start to take over. I wanted it. No. I NEEDED IT. I kept pushing until I look over at the clock and see that we’ve been here for…3 HOURS!! We had just finished the hardest workout either of us have ever done and now it was time to sit in the sauna.

“That was a great workout man, the best push I’ve ever had, and I feel like I can go again.” Axel said with enthusiasm. I could tell that he really meant it too. We showered and headed to the lockers. I got changed into clothes that we went shopping for earlier in the day since none of our clothes fit the same anymore. Once I’m done getting dressed, Axel hands me post workout protein.

“Here, drink up, we got a lot of recovery to do, so better keep that protein high.” He chuckles as he slaps my ass again.

“Haha, yeah, gonna get swole” I say jokingly.

We jump into my car and head to my place. It was getting late and we usually have dinner already. I guess that staying an extra hour really messed with the routine, but neither of us were mad about it. When we got to my place we ate and watched a couple episodes of a show we’re both binging. I usually don’t have people stay the night since I live with a few roommates, but after the night before we were both curious about what would happen. Also lucky for us my roommates all had separate plans out of town and they won’t be back for about a week. Axel slept in the bedroom next to mine that my roommate graciously let him sleep on when he’s not around.

That night I had the same dream as the nights before, but this time it was slightly different. Axel was with me the whole time, and he grew with me. When my sack began to tingle and cock began to grow, I look over and I see Axel his growing too. He couldn’t help himself and started to play with his growing tool. That’s when I realized that I had been doing the same the whole time. I continued to stroke gently as we grew, until I jolted awake.

With my eyes half open, I could feel the tightness in my underwear and there was no extra room to breath. I get up out of bed and go to the nearest mirror. Fuck!

I was huge!

I have never been more defined in my life. Muscles rippled all over my new body and I couldn’t stop admiring them. In a moment of clarity a thought came into my mind. I wonder how Axel is doing. Running out the bathroom, I go to the room where Axel is sleeping in. He wasn’t awake yet. I could tell from the sound of his snoring through the door. Even though I couldn’t see him I know he had to have grown from the deep breaths that he takes. My curiosity got the best of me because I needed to know what changed. I knocked gently to see if he would wake, but no response. With a deep breath I open the door.

There on the bed was a large muscular man that I couldn’t believe was my friend. As I continued to walk towards him I noticed that he was twitching and mumbling in his sleep. I didn’t make much of it until I heard him murmur what sounded like my name. He didn’t look like he gained as much muscle as I did, but he was definitely close. In that moment he rolls over, and to my surprise, he was at full mass. I have never seen anything as big as his tool before and from the look of it, it was still growing. Looking down at my own, I notice that it has definitely grown to a solid 12.5 inches and yet Axel’s was still growing. I continued to watch as he grew until he jolted awake like I did.

“Dude! What are you doing watching me sleep you creep!” He said groggily. “Woah! You got huge!”

In a matter of seconds from that realization, he sprang up from the bed and went to the mirror on the closet.

“Holy Shit! It worked!!”

“Right! I can’t believe it either.”

“Man you got huge!”

“Yeah, I don’t know how, we took the same amount”

“Haha! Uh…don’t be mad…I may have snuck a couple of extra capsules in your shake” Axel said hesitantly.

“What?!?!! I can’t believe you would do that! We have no idea what it can do and you just gave me more?!?!!”

“Hey I mean you’re looking great, and it all worked out okay…right? Hehe”

The more I looked at myself, all my frustration and anger went away. I did look great and I have always wanted to be strong. Then a thought flutter through my head…more.

“You’re right…it did”

“So, how about some breakfast and then gym?” Axel said trying to keep me from thinking more.

“Okay sure”

In the kitchen I prepare us some eggs, bacon, and some toast. We talk about our plans for the day and figure out what we’re going to be working on. Once we’re done I clean the kitchen and get ready for the day. There is one problem though. I don’t have any clothes that fit and the clothes from yesterday barely fit me now.

“Why don’t we go shopping real quick and get some clothes.”

“Sure and maybe we can pick up some posers too.” He says partially joking.

“Okay” I say straight forward.

“Who are you?!” Axel’s eyes grew big.

We laugh it off and head to the store to pick up what we need.

Up and down the aisle we went. Getting looks from every side of the room. Whispers can be heard from the people walking by in aw me or disgust. The only thing I could think of though was how I wanted more. I enjoyed the attention, the feeling of being ogled at. I wanted it all.

After getting clothes, we got back into the car and head straight to the gym.

“Hey, you got any more of those supplements? I think it worked better when we take it before we workout.”

“Oh yeah! I completely agree. Here” Axel handed him the supplement.

They both took them and went into the gym. They worked out like never before. Time flew by and before they noticed it was almost closing time. They went to the sauna to cool down.

“That was great man! I fucking love this stuff. I can go for hours.” I say as I sit back on the bench.

“I’m sure you can big guy.” Axel says with a wink.

We laugh a bit and jump in the shower for a quick rinse before heading out. When we get to my place we go about our usual routine of tv and dinner. Before we parted ways to our perspective bedrooms, I stop and ask Axel “can I have another one?”

Without a beat, he says “sure” and hands me the bottle. “Just don’t take two many we don’t know what might happen”

“Okay!” I take the bottle and take two more before I head to sleep. “You want another one?” I ask Axel.

“Nah I’m good, you have always been smaller than me so I might as well give you a head start with this one” he winks and goes to the room.

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22. “I’m quite comfortable over here, but thank you.”

«You know I always win right?»

These were the words Marc Spector pronounced after Steven asked to fight him. As a matter of facts, Marc was being both a bit arrogant, but also quite honest: Steven wasn’t as skilled as he was, so he knew that he would win in just a few moves. That’s why the way things turned out was completely unacceptable.

Steven sat on Marc’s back with a smug and proud grin on his face, as the other man was pinned on the ground, his cheek squished on the bed and both his arms held behind.

«How is that even possible?» he asked annoyed, squirming a bit but Steven’s hold was firm and strong. This position felt quite familiar in the back of his head, but he couldn’t put a finger on why, since Steven had never won a fighting match against him.

«I remember someone telling me they would win. I wonder where that went.» Steven was beaming. So happy for winning for once. To be fair Steven hadn’t just woken up with brand new combat’s knowledge, but Layla and him had trained together without Marc’s knowledge for the past two weeks and she had shown him all the best tricks to pin him down, working targeting Marc’s weaknesses.

«Shut up! Okay you proved your point! Now get off me.»

«Actually I’m quite comfortable over here, but thank you.» he giggled, leaning on Marc’s back to look at his face

«You’re risking so much man. You don’t even know what you’re playing with. I’m gonna kill you.» he spitted trying to look intimidating, but Steven wasn’t even listening to him.

His expression got almost dreamy: «I won, like I actually won mate! Nothing can take this away from me! I Steven Grant, defeated the big strong and scary Marc Spector.» he left the other man’s hands to raise his own in celebration. That was his biggest mistake.

In no time Marc’s now freed hands flew on Steven’s knees and pinched them, making the man scream and lose his balance. This gave Marc the opportunity to turn the tables, trapping Steven in the same position he was before, face buried on the bed and his arms trapped behind his back.

«Not so confident anymore.» he growled next to his ear, making the man gasp and giggle.

«Noho Let me go! I won! You didn’t! That was my victory! You can’t take it away from me!» he protested, pretending to be actually mad about his ultimate defeat.

«Are you so sure about that?» and he let a single finger travel from his neck to his left ear, making Steven gasp and scrunch up his neck.

«Mah-Marc. Do not- NOHOHO» he twisted his body trying his hardest to contain his giggles, but Marc was on one of his worst spot and was now adding more fingers, so all he could do was shrug his shoulders and hide his giggles on the mattress. Every time he would tilt to one side Marc would repeat the same movement on the other, making sure his nails scribbled every inch of sensitive skin they could find.

«Aww, little Stevie is ticklish on his neck?» he cooed, trying his hardest to contain his own giggles at the adorable sight of Steven desperate and lost in his laughter.

«YOHOHOHOU AHAHAHRHEHE MOHOHORE TICKLIHISH THAHAN MEHEHEH THEHEHEHREHEHEHE.» he shouted overwhelmed with the feeling. His laughter was frantic and to be honest he wasn’t even sure about what he just said. But whatever it was worked because Marc’s fingers stilled on his skin, making him shiver a bit for the light sensation. He let his lungs be again filled with air as residual giggles shook his shoulders.

«You really don’t know when to shut up do you?» Marc spoke with a threatening tone and just a small a grin on his face. His eyes sparkled in amusement, loving the way Steven’s laughter was now increasing in volume by the rhetorical question.

«Ihihi’m juhuhuhst sahahayin thehe truhuth.» he giggled back, feeling like a child who’s crossing the limits with his parents.

Marc manoeuvred him so that the two of them were facing, with Steven’s wrists still caught in one of his hands. As Marc spoke he slowly trapped them under his knees, making it impossible for Steven to move. «You know what Stevie? You’re right, I am more ticklish than you there. But do you know something?» Steven was on the verge of self combustion, his face, neck and ears so red that you could think he was running a fever.

«I know a place where you are more ticklish than I am.» and he attacked his stomach with both hands.

Steven’s muscles tensed under Marc’s touch. He was brutal, scribbling with all his strength on the poor man’s tummy, letting his fingers travel from his sides to his navel, pinching the skin, then caressing it, then switching by dragging his nails slowly up and down from his ribs to his lower belly.

Steven laughed and laughed. He shook his head, drummed his feet behind Marc. At some point, trying to catch his breath, air died in his throat and made him snort, embarrassing him more than how he already felt. Marc let out a snicker at that, composing himself right after, but letting his amusement shine through his eyes.

«Now.» the man with the upper hand relented his torment. Steven trembled, his giggles not stopping pouring out of his mouth. «Tell me who won.»

«Yohohohohouhu.» he cackled. Shaking his head «Nohoho mohoreheh pleheh-» he snorted again making Marc lose his fake tough cover. He rolled off of him and laid on the bed next to Steven, small titters leaving his mouth.

«You’re damn right I won.»

«Yohohuhu arehe insufferahahblehe.» Marc raised his eyebrows at the man and turned towards him, extorting a squeal out of him.

«SOHOohrry!» he wrapped his arms around his torso, protecting his sides and belly by any attack. «I’m sohorry, I swear!»

Marc grinned.

He knew he would win. He always wins.

[notanotherreidgirl]

I just had an idea based on my recent health experience: What if Spence had to wear a Holter for 24 or 72 hours to measure his heart's activity (maybe as part of the FBIs health checks) ? And he has to take notes of everything he does so that they can match it with the information collected so he cannot have sex or masturbate unless he's willing to justify his increased heart activity to a team of doctors. So, reader being reader, decides to drive him nuts, teasing him again and again because she knows he can't do anything about it. (Does he end up cumming in his pants because he's trying so hard not to touch himself and increase his heart rate?) ☺️🥰

Love ya! Have a great day!

Let's Get Physical

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, edging, blowjob, grinding, coming in pants

Word Count: 1380 (i'm inclined to just call this a full fic)

A/N: First, an apology. This has been in my inbox for quite a while and I am very sorry about the wait. Secondly, I made this entire scenario up after doing some minimal research on Holter monitors so it might not make sense.

Spencer gave Hotch’s door a light tap before taking a deep breath and then giving two sharp knocks. “Come in”

The door swung open and Derek patted him on the shoulder with a smile as he exited, no doubt having just received a glowing report regarding his physical health. Spencer dropped into the seat, casting a quick glance at the team of health professionals on Hotch’s couch and immediately regretting it. They were very clinical looking - pressed white lab coats, hair combed and gelled back, clipboards piled with papers, already scribbling away and speaking among themselves in hushed voices. “Ok Dr. Reid, we just have a few questions to ask you regarding your health practices and then we’ll take a look at the results from the Holter Monitor. Is that alright?”

“Um yeah. Yeah, that’s fine” he glanced over at Hotch who was leafing through Spencer’s notes with a raised eyebrow. The first few questions about his diet and lifestyle practices were easy but then came the dreaded evaluation of the Holter measurements. “Now we just have a few questions about some of the readings from the Holter. I see there was a bit of a spike right after you put it on that you attributed to nerves?”

“O-oh uh yeah, I was just a little nervous about having it on. That was it.” But that wasn’t the exact truth.

---

You had Spencer sit cross-legged on the bed without his shirt when he came home with the Holter. He was explaining how it worked as you studied the diagram detailing how to put it on. You slipped the wearable recording device over his head and climbed into his lap, surreptitiously rocking your hips into his as you untangled the wires. His hands encircled your waist, adjusting your angle so your clothed core ran against his entire length. You attached the electrodes carefully, kissing each patch of skin before covering it. His breath came out in soft pants as his release mounted and he squeezed his eyes shut. Just as he was about to come, you clicked the machine on and his eyes flew open.

“Wait, Y/N! I can’t - I’m supposed to keep my heart rate down.” The panic in his voice was evident and you smirked. If there was one thing you knew about Spencer it was that he liked succeeding. One might even say he liked winning - 3 Ph.Ds, prolific poker player, unsubs behind bars - so it didn’t come as a surprise to you that he was keen on passing his health evaluation. You trailed a hand down his chest, feeling the pounding heart he was trying to calm with deep breaths. “If you say so, doc”

---

The evaluator’s next question snapped him from his reverie. “That sounds fine but there was a concerning increase in your heart activity at 2 AM. It says here that you were exercising, specifically sprinting?”

Spencer dropped the pen he had been twirling and dove under his chair to get it. “Ah yes, I - uh - those are my nightly sprints.”

If Hotch’s eyebrows went up any farther they’d disappear in his hairline. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand across his face in exasperation when he spotted your face peeking out through an opening in his office blinds. You darted away quickly, sprinting back to your desk. Meanwhile, Spencer mentally chastised himself for his lack of self-restraint, saying that he was doing sprints at 2 AM was stupid but it was the only thing he could think of that could somewhat explain his elevated heart rate without revealing his actual activities.

---

He couldn’t sleep with the monitor on, tossing and turning in your arms until he rolled onto his back and let out a frustrated huff. You sleepily propped yourself up on your elbow. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

He scooted in closer, curling his body into yours and burying his face into your tits. He whined, “Can’t sleep with this thing on me”

“Oh, poor baby. Do you need me to make you feel better?” You dipped a hand down the front of his pajama pants and he automatically pressed his hips forward, used to you soothing him in this way after nightmares. He was already half-hard and you stroked him softly before sliding down the bed. His whimpers at the loss of your breasts exploded into loud moans as you swallowed his length, running your tongue up the underside of his cock and sucking at the tip before taking him back into your throat. Usually, you would take your time but you were feeling particularly wicked tonight, bringing a hand up to cradle his balls as the other forced his wild hips down onto the bed. Once again you pulled away just as his orgasm began to materialize and he threw his head back against the pillows, whines devolving into a choked sob. “We wouldn’t want to mess up your Holter results, now would we?”

Needless to say, he didn’t get any sleep that night.

---

“Well Dr. Reid, this kind of activity is most unusual and frankly quite concerning. Your heart rate even shot up right before you returned the monitor which you again attributed to nerves.” Spencer’s face reddened as he recalled the events that transpired that morning.

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He was pacing down a vacant hallway in the basement of the Bureau, willing his nerves away. He was sure he would fail. Could you even fail one of these evaluations? Probably. If anyone could fail it would be Spencer. Between the events of the last 24 hours and the fact that Derek was going right before him, he knew he was screwed. And then as if the universe were conspiring against him there you were coming out of the printer room, heels clicking against the floor, hips swaying, a form-fitting blouse leaving just enough to the imagination. And Spencer had a very vivid imagination. Watching you float towards him was really all it took to have him standing at attention, heart rate skyrocketing. But you were ever the overachiever, threading his tie between your fingers and pulling him in for a kiss. Your knee came up between his legs and he automatically rocked into you, still worked up from your relentless denial. You ran your tongue over his bottom lip, deepening the kiss and applying even more pressure. “You’ve been so good, sweetheart. Trying your very hardest to control yourself. It’s adorable.”

It didn’t even occur to Spencer that he had to return the monitor along with his notes in less than 10 minutes, he was cumming in his pants as soon as the praise left your lips, whining into your mouth as he finally attained his long-awaited release. He looked down at you in shock as you stepped back. “Shit, Y/N! What do I do? They’re gonna call me up in 5 minutes!”

You gave him a mocking look of sympathy as you smoothed the wrinkles in his dress shirt. “Guess you better get cleaned up then”

---

“Dr. Reid, I’d like to see you again for a follow-up.” The doctor on the left scribbled their name on the bottom of a form and handed it to Spencer. He gave the paper a quick glance before looking over at Hotch with wide eyes. Help me.

Hotch sighed, taking the form from Spencer and giving it a quick scan before returning it to the evaluation team. “As we know, Dr. Reid has had a tumultuous history with these physical assessments. However, he is an invaluable member of this team and has proven himself in the field time and time again. I don’t see any reason to prolong this evaluation. Now if you’ll excuse us, I believe Dr. Reid was your last appointment of the day”

They protested but Hotch fixed them with his trademark stare and they stood up to leave. “Very well, but Dr. Reid will not be exempt from his yearly fitness test this time.”

Spencer gulped, watching them file out the room. He turned to Hotch thanking him as he took his file and turned to leave, glad it was over. But before he could leave, Hotch cleared his throat. “I take it Y/N will be helping you train for your fitness test”

[littleoases]

Omg now I cannot stope thinking about jealous baker!! Can we please please get a jealous baker fic??? Only if you want to ofc ☺️

Okay fine, y'all got me - but please know that I literally wrote this just now, in one sitting, so it's not exactly polished.

Hannah’s not sure she would ever outright say it, but she definitely prefers Baker’s grad school friends to her college friends. There’s less sorority bullshit and more nerding out with other high achievers, and damn if Hannah doesn’t love to watch Baker be a nerd.

And yeah, veterinary school might be way more intense for her girlfriend than Hannah expected it to be—even if Baker did warn her—but Hannah will never get tired of watching Baker light up when she talks about the surgeries she’s been practicing in clinic. Plus, the vet school parties never disappoint. Baker’s cohort takes the “work hard, play hard” mantra very seriously.

Which is how Hannah finds herself wandering into McDougal’s on yet another Friday night. Plenty of the other partners and spouses come, and she’s actually gotten to be good friends with a few of them, so she feels at home in this space now. There’s a collective understanding the partners share about how annoying their vet nerds can be sometimes, especially when they devolve into shop talk in the middle of a game of Kings.

Tonight is an extra-special occasion because it’s the end of another semester—Baker’s hardest one yet—and Hannah’s had this party marked in her phone for weeks now. She knows from previous semester-end parties that these are the times when everyone shows up and lets loose, even some of the faculty. And it’s damn fun to watch Baker try to keep up with her mentors when Hannah knows she’s already had a couple of whiskeys.

“Hannah, wait up!” Stefanie, one of the other girlfriends, tugs on Hannah’s coat just as she’s about to slip into pub. “Figured you’d be here tonight.”

“I didn’t think we had a choice. Didn’t Bryan make you sign one of those blood oaths, too? Or was Baker pulling a fast one on me?”

“Definitely not just you,” Stefanie says. “How deep into things do you think they’ve gotten already?”

“I heard Paul ordered two rounds of Jager, like, an hour ago.”

“Disgusting.”

“You’re preaching to the choir, Stef.”

Inside, McDougal’s is rowdier than usual. The string lights are bright and the beer signs glow neon on the back wall. The outdated green carpet is littered with scattered popcorn, the McDougal appetizer of choice. Baker once drunkenly suggested they should pick up the pieces and take them home to Charlie for a bedtime treat.

It seems to be the usual crowd of suspects, but there are a few new faces, too. Hannah and Stef make their way toward the bar, eager to catch up to everyone else's level. It’s not until Hannah’s leaning over the counter with her credit card in hand that she notices a tall, bearded guy making eyes at her.

“Are you a vet student, too?” he asks without preamble.

Next to her, Stefanie snorts.

“I’m Tony,” the guy says, and he seems kind enough, so Hannah smiles blandly at him. “My sister just finished her second year in the program. I’m staying with her on a layover so she invited me to come tonight.” He pauses, looking suddenly nervous. “Can I buy you a drink? It might help me look like I fit in with this crowd.”

“Oh,” Hannah says, taken aback. It’s been a while since a guy blatantly flirted with her, and she feels like a deer caught in headlights. Stefanie is no help whatsoever, ducking away from the bar without trying to hide her laughter, and Hannah wants to shout after her that it’s never okay to leave a man behind.

“Er…thank you, but I’m good,” Hannah tells him.

“No, really, I’d love to,” the guy—Tony—insists. “I have to get up at four a.m. and I’m pretty sure my sister’s gonna keep me out all night, but I’ll feel better knowing I at least got to talk to a pretty girl.”

“I’m in a relationship,” Hannah blurts out.

Tony blinks a couple of times. “Well, he’s a very lucky guy.” He bites his lip, and Hannah can see how a straight girl might be into him. He has that endearing dork-who-grew-up-to-be-handsome quality about him. Too bad he’s barking up the wrong tree.

Hannah’s not sure what to say, so she turns back toward the bar and pleads for Cyrus the bartender’s attention.

“I didn’t get your name,” Tony says, and damn it, she’d hoped he’d taken the hint and left. She’s about to make something up—why does the name Mildred pop into her head?—when there’s a sudden pair of arms around her waist.

“Hi,” Baker says warmly, scooting around to block Tony from Hannah’s view. She full-on boxes him out with her ass and a swing of her long hair, and Hannah would probably laugh at the audacity of it if she wasn’t equal parts relieved and turned on right now.

Hannah melts into her arms. “Saved by the Bake,” she mutters into her ear.

Baker presses close and kisses Hannah’s temple. “Missed you. You look amazing.”

“Hey, uh—sorry—” It’s fucking Tony again, edging around Baker to look at them both. “Are you in the program, too? Are you guys friends?”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Baker says pointedly, pressing against the small of Hannah’s back.

“Oh,” Tony says stupidly. Then: “Oooh! Got it. So sorry, really sorry. That’s awesome. That’s—that’s really great. Love is love, man.”

“Mmhm,” Baker says, leveling him with a stare.

“Yeah, uh…” Tony claps his hands together. “I should go check in with my sister. Nice meeting you!”

He slinks away. Baker watches him leave like a cat stalking a sparrow.

“Hey, knight in shining armor, you okay there?” Hannah says. “You look ready to commit murder.”

“I’m considering it.”

Hannah bursts out laughing. “Easy, killer. I think he got the point. Besides, don’t you think you should be toasting him?”

Baker relaxes and brushes a stand of Hannah’s hair back. “Toasting him?”

“Yeah, you know, like some sort of Wow-we-both-have-great-taste club.”

Baker gives her a trademark eye roll. “Remind me why I was jealous just now?”

“Because I’m hot and funny.”

“Hm. One of those things is true.”

Hannah jabs at her waist, pretending to be insulted.

“You are pretty cute, though,” Baker says, smirking. “How about I buy you a drink?”

“You’re enjoying this a little too much,” Hannah tells her.

Baker laughs brightly - the same laugh that captured Hannah’s heart when they were teens. “I’m living for it.”

Hannah pulls her closer. They don’t often flirt this hardcore anymore—too much real-world stress getting in the way—so she’s going to milk it for all it’s worth. “Tell you what,” she whispers into Baker’s ear. “You can buy me a drink and take me home tonight.”

Baker throws her head back in laughter, but Hannah can see the slight redness coloring her cheeks. After all this time, it’s nice to know she can still make Baker blush like that.

“You have a deal,” Baker says, regaining her composure. She smacks her hand on the bar in a theatrical way, making Cyrus the bartender jump. “Cy,” she calls, “can I get a double old-fashioned for my girlfriend?”

It’s at that moment that Stefanie reappears. Hannah turns to her, ready to lay into her, but before she can even open her mouth, Stefanie holds up a hand.

“There’s nothing I could have done to stop that boy from going goo-goo-ga-ga over you,” she says easily. “Which is why I left to get the big guns.”

She jerks her thumb at Baker, who’s distracted with tipping Cyrus.

“The big guns?” Hannah repeats. “Y’all really oversell her.”

“Nope,” Stefanie says. “She had her eye on the situation before I even walked up. I said one word and she was out of there like a bat out of hell.”

“Are we talking about me?” Baker says, joining them with Hannah’s drink.

Hannah kisses her mouth in thanks. They’re not usually the type for outright PDA, but she can’t help herself after watching Baker go all take-no-prisoners for her. “Yes. Talking about how cute you get when you’re jealous.”

“I wasn’t jealous.”

“You literally admitted a minute ago that you were jealous.”

“Meh. I was just being protective.”

Stefanie shakes her head. “You two enjoy your foreplay. I’m gonna get back to Bryan now.” She saunters off, and Hannah turns to get Baker’s full attention.

“For the record, I love when you’re jealous.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Baker says innocently, stealing a sip from Hannah’s drink. “Now come on. Paul bought us Jager shots.”

She takes Hannah’s hand and pulls her through the crowded pub, and when Tony happens to look in their direction, Hannah doesn’t miss the smirk Baker gives her.

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