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ph6ntomm · 5 months ago

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HARRY’S HOUSE MASTERLIST

── .✦ IN WHICH … the desire for a relationship cannot be denied any longer.

── .✦ DISCLAIMER … this is purely fictional. this does not depict the reality of anyone or anything. with that being said, please do not use my work against anyone, nor should you apply it to any real life situations.

── .✦ DO NOT … copy, translate, repost, or put my work into ai.

── .✦ WARNINGS … unedited work bc i’m nothing if not lazy when it comes to writing, mentions of alcohol/drinking, very little and awkward dialogue (sorry😭), a kiss, and fluff lol

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MUSIC FOR A SUSHI RESTAURANT

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the upbeat music bumped loudly in the backyard of the house. the air was humid, filled with the smell of alcohol and the sounds of people chatting amongst themselves.

quinn stared at you from across the lawn, in a way that others would see as possibly a little weird, but he paid no mind to it. he was nursing the same beer he’d had for the past hour or so. he was only slowly taking sips of it, opting to observe the view across from him.

you were laughing at something jack said, your arm clutching your stomach to keep from completely doubling over. he thought you looked absolutely breathtaking, so he downed the rest of his beer and made his way over to you.

jack took notice to his brothers actions and smiled at you and mumbled something along the lines of leaving you two alone and then decided to walk away and go chat with luke, who was with some of his old friends.

quinn walked with a little pep in his step, excited to be in your presence, and the alcohol giving him some unforeseen courage. he didn’t know if it was the buzz from the alcohol he had previously consumed or what, but he felt a surge of confidence overcome him.

you looked his way with cheerful eyes as he approached you, anticipation building in your chest. a smile quickly overtook your face. it was hard not to smile when he looked like that. a black t-shirt that hugged his biceps perfectly, a casual pair of blue jeans that slid just slightly over the top of his white sneakers, tousled hair that had made it obvious he had been running his hand through it, and a light smirk that could uplift the worst of days.

yeah, if anyone were to ask you, he was perfect.

you leaned back on your elbows against the bar, awaiting the eldest of the brothers arrival. everything seemed to move in slow motion, the way he walked to you, the bustling crowd, even the music seemed to slow down when you looked at him. when he finally got to you, he turned around like he was inspecting the crowd, but in all reality you knew he wasn’t. you knew he didn’t care about the crowd or the people who were standing in it.

“big crowd, huh?” he questioned teasingly. you hummed a sound of agreement as you nodded and turned to take a sip of your drink that made your nose scrunch, some nasty concoction of alcoholic drinks that didn’t really pique your interest, but to have any courage to at least attempt to flirt with the man you’d been crushing on for what feels like forever, you’d need something strong in your system to do so.

“i didn’t think parties were really your thing,” you said to him after a beat of silence. quinn shrugged slightly, leaning in to hear you better over the music. the slight gesture made your heart stop and then speed up. “they aren’t,” he started. “but i really had nothing better to do tonight anyways.” you nodded stiffly in reply, not really being sure what to say to that.

“wanna leave with me? i’m kinda bored of this place anyways.” quinn offered, to which you agreed with quickly. you downed the rest of your drink and left the cup for someone else to pick up. quinn grabbed your hand to lead you through the crowd. you suddenly took notice of how clammy your hands felt, hoping he would just brush it off on the hot, seemingly rising temperature of the crowded yard. he led you to the gate and opened it with his unoccupied hand, still holding yours tightly in his other.

once you were out, he led you to his car, and opened the door for you, and only then did he drop your hand from his own. the gesture made you blush, and you hoped that the dark hid it. based on quinn’s lack of reaction to it, you assumed that luck was on your side. he closed the car door and jogged over to the driver side. you took the few seconds alone to take a deep breath and collect your thoughts.

he got into the car and started it. the radio blared out some random song he had been listening to before. he quickly moved to turn it down, his cheeks becoming a dusty pink under the silvery moonlight. you let out a laugh, quickly covering your mouth with the back of your hand as he closed his mouth and tried not to laugh, but ultimately failing as a light chuckle came out. “sorry about that..” he said after brief moment. “it’s alright, its happens.” you replied to him.

he pulled out of the driveway and started down the road, seemingly to back to the house, but instead took a last minute turn towards the park that wasn’t too far away.

you turned to him, confusion etched across your face. he only glanced over at you briefly, a smirk adorning his face as he turned and continued to look forward at the road ahead.

he pulled into the gravelly parking lot and turns the car off before turning to you. “let’s go for a walk?” he said softly with a look of innocence, like he totally didn’t just trick you into thinking the night was over. you didn’t reply, but instead smiled lightly and opened your door and climbed out and slammed the door harder than intended. you flinched at the sound, but quinn didn’t mind.

the air is calm now, only a gentle breeze stirring about. the night is quiet and peaceful, with the exception of an occasional rustle of leaves and crickets chirping away without a care in the world. the moonlight casts a gentle glow over the top of the lifeless trees.

quinn rounded the car after he’s gotten out and walked over to you, jerking his head towards the path. he starts walking slightly ahead of you, and you have to walk a little faster than you normally would to keep up with him.

when you reach him, he slows his pace a little in acknowledgment. a smile still rests on his face, only his demeanor seems a little more nervous than usual. quinn is usually a relaxed guy, with the exception of a haunted look that resides in his eyes that has never seemed to fade away, which is why the sudden shift felt weird to you.

after a few more seconds of walking, your hands brushed the accidentally. you took notice of the way that quinn slightly tensed out the corner of your eye, but you couldn’t say much either, cause you know that you had too.

quinn broke the silence first. “you know, there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you,” he started as he stopped slowly on the path and turned toward you. you mirrored his stance automatically as your heart-rate began to rise. quinn’s eyes looked anywhere but at yours, to the trees behind you, from the gravel that had been crunched beneath your feet previously, and down to his shoes. quiet literally anywhere but in your direction.

“are you like..okay?” you chuckled lightly in an attempt to diffuse some of the tension. he huffed out a laugh, though it sounded more like a sigh than a laugh. “i’m fine, yeah, but i’m just trying to find the right words.”

your eyebrows rose in understanding as your posture improved slightly. you waited unpatiently for a moment before he began to speak again.

“i think.. no, i know i like you. and not just in a friend way, but i care for you in more of a friend way,” he grabbed your hand and clutched it in his own, and you let him. “you don’t have to say anything, but i just wanted to let you know before i lost the nerve. i’m not sure when i would’ve ever done this..” he trailed off.

for just a second, everything stilled. the crickets seemed to stop chirping and the wind even seemed to stop in time. you stared at him with big, mooney eyes before a smile overtook your face and before he knew it, you were jumping up to hug him. he quickly reciprocated the hug and squeezed lightly. “of course i like you back, silly.” you mumbled as you pulled back just enough to see his face, yours still covered in a smile that looks like it could fall off of your face at any moment.

relief washed over him, and you could feel the tension leave his body as he relaxed more in your grasp. “good,” was all he said before he broke the silence again. “can i.. can i kiss you then?” you didn’t verbally answer, but instead you leaned in and he met you half way.

your lips met softly, a light peck at first, but the both of you couldn’t get enough. you could faintly taste the beer on his lips from earlier. it was a slow, tender kiss that lacked nothing but built up tension. your hands threaded into his hair as his winded around your waist.

you both pulled away breathless, your breathing uneven as you stared into each others eyes and giggled lightly. the silence was heavy, yet knowing as you pulled back slowly and threaded your hand with his. words didn’t need to be exchanged as you walked back to the car together hand in hand.

#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes x you #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes fluff

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nectardaddy · 5 months ago

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OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN . . . single dad! meian + f!reader

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✮⋆˙ notes/CWs - suggestive, 17+ to read, language, meian is insanely flirty, formatted differently than my usual so lmk if we like it! I probably won't stick to it but I like it in this instance :), not proofread bc I'm lazy sorry, dedicated to the wonderful, amazing, best friend forever @nekozaki who truly outdid herself for my secret santa gift so I'm here returning the favor!! you're amazing ellie thank you for being such a wonderful person and writer, I hope you enjoy <33

Re: today is awful From: Meian Shūgo I can make your day 10 times better if you come over tonight ;)

The woman stared down at the email with baited breath, held it so long she thought she might get dizzy. Until finally a strangled breath passed her lips, filled her lungs before she swallowed harshly. Over and over, she read the sentence; over and over until her heart surged to her throat with her cheeks hot.

He sent that to her work email.

A cheeky habit the pair had, emailing each other. A nice surprise to see kind, often silly emails, throughout the day - sometimes he sent pictures from practice, but more often than not he sent terrible dad jokes - so she always replied. Normally, she would send an update about her day, and he would always reply with an endearing message back. But today was different, today was spicy; Meian had a fire underneath him and didn't mind the consequences.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she swiped away from the email; torn between wanting to smile and wanting to tear him apart for sending something like that. Her fingers were quick to find his contact and hit call, and she decided to draw and quarter him the moment he picked up.

The man was at practice around this time, and she knew he had slinked himself away just to answer - which only made her more riled. He answered because he knew what the call was about, no doubt.

“You got my email, didn't you?” A coy question that made her stomach drop and twist in knots; the man had the unique affinity of leaving her breathless. “You miss me that much, sweetheart?” His voice was laced with a faux sense of sympathy, a teasing aura muddled behind a true care and compassion for the woman.

“You can't send shit like that through a work email, Meian!” A hushed tone as she put force behind the man's name, which only made a chuckle sound from the other end of the line. “Oh yeah, laugh it up, those emails are screened by the way. Let's not forget I work at a school.”

“It wasn't even that bad,” he reasoned. “So put the family name away, I could've sent a lot worse.”

“I bet you could've, jackass,” she rolled her eyes at his brashness. Her eyes flickered up to the closed door of her classroom, then to the clock on the back end of the wall. At least he knew the times when people weren't in her classroom, that was the only redeeming arc of it all. “Not the point though. Use your brain before you send an email like that again. Think to yourself: is this helpful, is this kind, will it get flagged by my girlfriend's work because I don't know how to contain myself?”

Another chuckle, and she let out a loud groan. “Pretty hot when you use that tone with me,” he chided, she could practically hear him smirking through the line. “You should use it when-”

“Dear god, don't finish that sentence right now.” She closed her eyes and groaned once more, and the twinge of exhaustion that settled upon her was apparent even over the phone. He frowned once the tone had shifted, although she couldn't see it.

“Alright, alright, I'm sorry.” Spoken genuinely, with a small breath, before she heard him smile again. “‘Love you.”

There was a small pause, one she could’ve excused as poor signal, but didn’t as she took a sharp inhale. The pair had just recently shared the intimacy of such words of adoration, pouring their hearts out on a drunken escapade that spilled over into the next day, and the day after that. The freshness of the statement still made her stomach fill with butterflies and her cheeks hot; for once, she was glad he wasn’t around to see just how flustered he made her.

“I love you, too.”

She heard him hum just before the loud bang of a door swinging open on his end rang through. “I’ve been found,” he chuckled, “I’ll talk to you later, alright?”

“Have fun at practice, Shū.” Instead of his own voice ringing through; however, another took its place. Farther back from the phone, as if they were in front of the man she wished to speak to, and loud - obnoxious.

“Holy fuck is that your girlfriend? Let me talk to her!”

The click of the call ending was loud, and she only chuckled when she took the phone from her ear.

3 new notifications from Shū ❤️🏐 never said I wouldn't text you though [image attachment] you should still come over 😏 I can make you forget all about your bad day

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#hq x reader #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu smau #meian shugo x reader #meian x reader #hq meian #meian shugo #haikyuu x reader #hq smau #series: oh captain my captain

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uhzuku · 1 year ago

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╰─▸ ❝ 𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐘𝐎𝐔. ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐒. 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: ‘lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones … and i will try to fix you.’

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru/reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 1.1k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: soft satoru, sleepy satoru, he’s had a long week and all he wants is you okay, cuddling, mentions of being shirtless, fluffy and sticky sweet like when cotton candy is half-melted in your mouth, his hair’s grown out some so say hello to long-haired satoru, kissing, hand-holding.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

it’s warm, and there’s a heavy weight pressing you into the couch cushions that wasn’t there when you dozed off in front of a lowly-crackling fire.

blearily you blink awake, eyes slowly adjusting to the low lighting. the fire still burns away (though smaller than before, having almost burnt through all of its wood) beside you. you don’t bother checking what’s weighing you down, already knowing deep in your bones what and who it is; this isn’t a first time occurrence after all.

“how did i know before you came home tonight that this is where you’d end up?” you ask teasingly, amusement coating your quiet voice as you run your fingers through satoru’s hair. he’s laying with his full weight on top of you, freshly showered and smelling of your body-wash and shampoo (the thief) with his hair still half-damp from being lazily toweled dry. your own body heat has melted into him, warming him up from how cold he’d been after being out in the cold all night working, before seeping right back into you, then continuing in an endless cycle.

you feel him grin sleepily into your bare chest, his wind-bitten cheeks warming a little. “am i really so predictable?” he asks, voice muffled, and you chuckle lightly, bringing a hand up to the back of his head to play with the hair at the nape of his neck as he moves slightly and his chin digs a bit into your breastbone; it was getting long again, longer than usual. you wonder if he’d ask you to cut it like he always does, or if he’d decide to grow it out. he’d be gorgeous with long hair.

“maybe just to me,” you say through a fond smile, and he hides the eyes that had been peering up at you through white hair.

“… always to you,” he admits quietly, then says, “especially just to you.”

the room is suddenly charged with something just the slightest bit uncomfortable as he softens so easily, pliant in your arms like a bowl of mush and heart fond like lovers having been reunited after being forcefully parted for war.

“satoru…” you murmur softly, lacing your other hand through his as your brow furrows in concern, “is everything okay?”

he’s quiet for a moment, pondering you think, but only for a moment before saying, “yes. no? i missed you… a lot,” while taking up a tight grip on your hand, clinging to it like a lifeline. the worry you’d been feeling slightly melts away into something more warm and fond, and you lightly squeeze him against you as he tries to bury himself in you at the same time as an attempt to escape all worldly things but you.

“i missed you too,” you reply softly, eyes gooey in the near-darkness. he makes a wordless noise of acknowledgement before whining a little and trying to burrow further against you. “i always miss you.”

he’s quiet for a long while again, then quietly whispers out, “i’m sorry.” your heart aches.

“don’t be,” you reply in a hushed voice, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. “how did things go?”

“they took forever,” he complains quietly, hunching his shoulders a bit and craning ever so gently into your feather-light touch. “stupid thing kept acting like we were playing hide and seek. i’m tired and i’m hungry and my back hurts — the damn curse threw me into a wall, can you believe that?”

“what audacity!” you exclaim softly, playing along, and he huffs in annoyance. the puff of breath is warm against your skin, reminding you that he isn’t cold and alone and gone but here and alive, with you. he may be bruised and scratched up, and his back may be aching, but he was completely enveloped in the warmth and safety of you and your shared home now, and nothing from the outside world — curse or fellow sorcerer — would be able to harm him now; you’d make sure of it.

“it must’ve been the one supplying all the men with it,” satoru mutters grumpily, and you actually bark out a laugh at that.

“definitely,” you say as he tilts his head up to look at you. he’s pouting, and you can’t resist dropping a quick, soft kiss against his lips. he lays there slightly stunned and lax for a while like he always did when you kissed him out of nowhere (“it’s like you make him blue-screen or something,” suguru had said once before he’d left the two of you. the three of you had gone out to the mall and were eating ice cream, and you’d gently kissed a bit off of satoru’s lips; he’d frozen like always, and suguru had teased him for it. that had been an amazing day.).

blinking once, then twice, his brow furrows a little as you dodge his attempt to kiss you back. “gimme another kiss,” he whines plaintively, and you acquiesce with a sweet smile. he leans up into you, his eyes fluttering shut as he allows the feeling of kissing you to envelop him fully, and his grip on your hand loosens ever so slightly while his other props him up so he’s not pressing down on you so much. his hair brushes across your face, almost tickling you before you move your hand from the back of his neck to brush it behind his ear before putting your hand back where it was before.

satoru moans lightly into your mouth, and you can feel his breathing quicken as he moves to deepen the kiss, but you pull away slowly. he whines wordlessly, upset that you've denied him, but you shake your head and gaze up at him with soft eyes. “you need rest first,” you say, gentle and firm all at once, and he stares at you for a moment before sighing (what a performance) and laying back down with his head on your chest.

“you gonna hold me ‘til i fall asleep?” he asks, and you smile against his hair.

you reply, “i will,” and he snorts.

“y’gonna rock me too? sing me a lullaby?” he’s teasing now, clearly feeling better, and you’re happy he is. you hated when he got all in his head like he was before, thinking about old times even if he’d not said it out loud.

“any requests? although i have to say first that my ‘twinkle, twinkle, little star’ is unmatched,” you say playfully, and he groans against your breastbone and you laugh.

“you’re so dumb,” he mumbles, his voice half-fond, half-drowsy.

“you love it,” you murmur, and he hums sleepily, nuzzling against you and holding you tight like some life-sized teddy bear.

“… yeah… i do…” his voice tapers off as he eases into resting, and finally, he sleeps.

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

#satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you

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richonnesbitch · 1 year ago

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Hey everyone! Here's chapter 1 of a fanfic I wrote about what would have went down had we gotten a bridge wedding in season 9. It's been wracking my brain forever so I just had to write it. If everyone likes it, I'll post chapter 2!

Rick marveled at the ring in his hand. Not only was the ring itself perfect, but the timing itself was. There was about a week's time before the bridge was completed and Rick was hoping to marry her on that exact day. His dream was about to come true.

He placed a hand on Gabriel's shoulder, giving it squeeze. "Thank you, Gabriel."

Gabriel smiled. "Congratulations, Rick. When are you going to propose?"

"Soon. Tonight. As soon as possible."

"Well, good luck.", Gabriel replied earnestly.

Rick smiled and nodded. "I want us to have the wedding the day the bridge is completed."

"You're gonna plan a wedding in only a week?"

Rick let out a chuckle. "I've been planning this for months."

Gabriel chuckled with him. "Okay, Rick. Good luck."

Rick pocketed the ring as he walked home, plotting the entire way on how he should make his move. He'd been so focused on the wedding itself he didn't even think on how he'd propose. And now he only had a week to do it. Heat took over his body as the jitters started to kick in.

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As Michonne walked into her home the smell of candles, spaghetti, and garlic bread overtook the room. Surprise grew on her face as she looked around the room. "Rick?"

"Hey." He was standing at the kitchen table pouring two glasses of red wine. He had a huge smile on his face and his eyes were as bright as the sun.

She begin to smile as well. "What's all this about?"

"Just supper. Hope you're hungry."

"I am. Where's Judith?"

"Rosita offered her to stay the night. I thought me and you could have some time to ourselves." He pulled out a chair, gesturing for her to take a seat.

She knew he was up to something and she had a good idea of what it was but felt excited to see how this played out. She happily took her seat with Rick taking the chair next to her.

"This looks amazing.", she complimented the food, taking a bite of it. She nodded her head. "It is."

Rick was staring, still smiling at her. "Glad you like it." He grabbed her hand, using his thumb to rub her fingers. "How was your day?"

The two continued to talk as they ate. "Good. The garden is thriving, even more than last month. No one's sick in the infirmary right now. Alexandria's doing good."

Rick nodded his head. "Yeaaah. I knew you'd take good care of this place."

"We are taking care of place.", she firmly corrected him.

"Mmm... It's mostly you. I just wanted to say... you're doing an amazing job. And I really appreciate it. Thank you for everything that you do.", Rick complimented her sincerely. And he truly meant every word. He was so beyond grateful for this woman he felt like he couldn't find the words to express it. There were not words strong enough to show his appreciation for her. But he sure tried.

Every word hit her hard, sending tingles throughout her body. His voice did things to her when he spoke softly with his rough, southern drawl.

She decided to take the compliment. She had been working very hard lately and it was nice to feel appreciated. He always knew how to make her feel seen. "Thank you, Rick.", she responded with a hand squeeze. "What about you? How was your day?"

He still had that smile on his face, while also looking kind of sweaty. "Great. Really great. The bridge should be completed in about a week."

"Rick, that's amazing. We should do something to celebrate! Us, the rest of the communities."

Rick shook his head in agreement. "Yeah, I was thinking the same." That was the end of his sentence but it seemed like there was something else he wanted to say. Instead he said, "you don't like the wine?"

"Oh, sorry. I just... don't like the taste of wine and spaghetti."

"Let me get you some water then." He let go of her hand to get up but she tightened her grip.

"I can get it."

Rick laughed. "Let me.", he softly demanded. Michonne released his hand and he swiftly moved to fetch her a glass. "You want ice?"

"Sure."

She watched lovingly as he opened the freezer and grabbed a few cubes out the tray, dropping them into her water. He could feel her eyes on him. "So, this celebration thing... Kingdom will come, Hilltop will come. We can all bring some food. Maybe Eugene can be a DJ, you know since he's handy with that stuff. I'm sure he has all types of CD's, tapes, and whatnot. " He walked back to the table, setting her glass next to her plate and taking his seat again.

"You've got this all planned out, huh?"

He grinned. "Yeah, I guess."

"So when are we doing all this?"

"The night the bridge is complete."

"Have you talked to everyone else about this yet?"

"Well, a little bit. Not in detail. But I don't see why they wouldn't. This would be good for all of us."

"Well, you should talk to them as soon as possible since it's only a few days away."

"Yeah, I'll do that. But..." His voice became slightly shaky.

"But what?"

"I wanted to go over it with you first." He looked down, seemingly unable to meet her eyes. "Michonne... I've had this on my mind a while now. This bridge is the start of something new. It really feels like everything is finally coming together. All the communities coming together like this... this world was broken. And here you are putting the pieces back together. If anyone could do it, it's you." Suddenly he rose out of his chair and bent down on one knee pulling a ring out of the breast pocket of the plaid shirt he was wearing. "You are the love of my life. I love you so, so much. I'm yours till the day I die. Will you marry me?" Michonne could see his chest puffing up and down.

Her eyes begin to well up with tears. Slowly she joined him on his knees, taking both of his hands in hers. "If you would have told me all that time ago that we ended up here, I would have never believed you. I still can't believe it. I love you so much, Rick. You're my one true love. Of course I'll marry you."

Michonne felt Rick's cold wet tears trickle down his face as she pulled him in for a deep kiss. As they pulled away, the pair begin to laugh.

Quietly Rick stood up, taking Michonne's hand again. "Come on.", he whispered, guiding her upstairs to their bedroom. She continued to giggle.

The couple ravished one another as the night went on, just completely enjoying themselves together without a care in the world. They fought so long, so hard for simple moments like these and now their time had finally came. Nothing was gonna keep this from them ever again. Nothing and no one. To them, this was everything. They had the rest of their lives to spend together and not a single moment would go by unappreciated... least of all this one.

After a very long, very pleasureful night exhaustion started to consume them. As daylight slowly crept up on them, they decided it was time to finally get some rest.

"So. You're taking my last name, right?"

Michonne chuckled. "Yes, baby. I'm taking your last name."

Rick softly smiled, placing a tiny kiss on her shoulder as they laid cuddling in their bed. "Good."

#michonne grimes #rick grimes #richonne #the walking dead #twd #the ones who live #towl

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teagballs · 2 years ago

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"how can i make it up to you?" | michael bluth x reader fluff

authors note: HEYYYY it's me again. another request whoop whoop: "a michael fic where the reader is sulky bc michael has been neglecting her and he makes it up?"

love this idea tysm for the request i hope i did it justice 👍

cw: a little angst the reader is lonely :( michael makes it up to them tho, gender neutral, pet names, short n sweet!!

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Michael was a busy man. You knew this, of course you did. From the day you started dating he had been sending flowers as an apology for missing date night. Usually his absence was the result of having to stay late in the office, but he had always been quick to reschedule plans. He always wanted to spend as much time with you as his cramped schedule would allow. But lately he had fallen under his massive workload. You had hardly seen him, only when he left for work in the morning and finally returned late in the evening. This and really put a damper on your mood. It was the same day in day out, never seeing your boyfriend.

You groaned at the sight of your empty apartment. It was days like this - when your boss had been a nightmare, when customers were particularly demanding, when you wanted to relax - when you wished your boyfriend was home. You plopped yourself down on the sofa, shedding your shoes and jacket and curling up in a blanket. Exhausted from the day, you decided a nap was the best thing to do. You dozed off.

You eventually stirred once you heard the door open. 'Was that.. Michael?' You questioned to yourself in your dozed state. Michael set his briefcase and jacket on the counter, conscious not to make too much noise, assuming you were still asleep. You made a light groaning noise as you sat up. "Shit, sorry baby did I wake you?" He apologised. "Yeah but it's fine, suppose I'll just go to bed now." You replied, tone upset. You knew it wasn't Michael's fault that he had to work so late. You were sure he was trying his best to come home as soon as possible. But that thought alone didn't make the loneliness of being so separated from your boyfriend disappear. Michael noticed your dejection. He made his way over to you on the sofa, sitting down next to you. "Are you alright?" He questioned. "Yeah I'm OK." You quickly replied. "You don't have to lie Y/N, you're sulking, why?" Michael asked, but he knew the answer. He knew he had been far too focused on work, prioritises his job over his partner.

"It's just," you began, "you're never home. I get lonely," You admitted. Now you avoided looking at him, turning your head away, "I miss you." Michael felt the guilt well in his chest at the sound of your voice, small and sad. "I know darlin', I'm sorry it's just-," Michael stopped himself from giving the same explanation again. He knew you understood why he was away so often. "Hey look at me." Michael spoke softly. You turned your head to meet his gaze. He held you face with his strong hand, looking deep into your eyes. You could melt just from the way he looked at you. "I'm sorry I'm away so often. I hate it too. I wish I could be home with you instead," He spoke. "What can I do to make it up?" He gave you a goofy smile, an earnest smile that made your heart swell.

He had put you on the spot. What could he do? All you wanted right now was to spend some time wrapped in his arms. "Can you stay up a little tonight? Watch a movie, eat some takeout? "Is that all?" Michael teased. "..Cuddle..?" I mumbled. Michael chuckled, "Of course I can." He took your face in his hands and kissed you delicately, full of love.

Michael grabbed the blanket you had previously been wrapped up in and draped it over the pair of you. You shuffled close to him and he wrapped his arm around you. You leaned into his body. It felt like forever since you had been so intimate. Michael placed another gentle kiss on your head as you turned the TV on to watch whatever was on, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were spending quality time with the adoring man you loved so much.

#michael x reader #michael bluth x reader #arrested development x reader #arrested development #jason bateman

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spencerreidswhore187 · 1 year ago

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Blackout

Penelope Garcia x Reader

Summary: During a city blackout, a frustrated internet outage leads to an unexpected visit from Penelope Garcia, your tech-savvy neighbour.

Word Count: 1k

The city was plunged into darkness, the only glow coming from the lights of emergency generators and the distant stars in the night sky. You sighed in frustration as they stared at their unresponsive laptop. The internet had gone down, and it seemed like nothing could fix it. After futile attempts to revive their device, you decided to call the internet service provider, hoping for a quick solution.

As you were stuck on hold, the frustration grew. That's when a knock on the door interrupted the monotonous hold music. Opening it, you found Penelope standing in the hallway, looking both worried and excited.

"Hey! I heard you were having internet trouble too. Mind if I come in? Maybe we can figure this out together," Penelope said, already slipping past you and into the apartment.

You couldn't help but smile at Penelope's boldness. "Sure, come on in. I've been on hold with the company forever. Maybe you'll have better luck getting through."

As Penelope entered, she took a quick glance around the dimly lit apartment. "Nice place you've got here. A bit lonely without the internet, though."

You chuckled, "Tell me about it. I was in the middle of something important when everything crashed.

With Penelope's help, they attempted to troubleshoot the internet issue, but it soon became evident that the problem was beyond their control. Penelope, however, seemed unusually nervous, avoiding eye contact and fidgeting with her phone.

"Is everything okay?" You asked, sensing that something was off.

Penelope took a deep breath and confessed, "Okay, so, this might be my fault. I was working on a little project, and I may have accidentally caused a minor blackout in the neighbourhood."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "You caused this blackout?"

Penelope nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, I was experimenting with some tech stuff, and things got a bit out of hand. I'm really sorry."

You couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpected turn of events. "Well, it's certainly one way to meet the neighbours."

As you and Penelope sat in the dimly lit apartment, the conversation between you flowed effortlessly. You shared stories and laughter and discovered common interests that made the blackout seem like a stroke of luck rather than an inconvenience. The initial awkwardness dissolved, replaced by a genuine connection that neither of them expected.

Penelope couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and comfort in your company. She had liked you from afar for quite some time, and now, fate had brought them together in the most unexpected way. You, too, found Penelope's quirky charm and enthusiasm contagious, making the blackout feel more like an opportunity for connection than a technological disaster.

As they continued talking, Penelope couldn't shake off the nervous energy that had been building up inside her. She glanced at you, wondering if now was the right time to express what she had been contemplating.

"You know," Penelope started, her voice a mix of playfulness and sincerity, "despite the chaos and the darkness, spending time with you has been the highlight of this blackout. It's like the universe decided to play matchmaker tonight."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through them. "I have to agree. Who would've thought a power outage would lead to such an interesting evening?"

Penelope chuckled, her eyes meeting yours. "Well, sometimes the best connections happen when you least expect them. And speaking of connections," she paused, taking a deep breath, "I was wondering if maybe, once the power is back and everything is back to normal, you'd want to go out on a date with me?"

Your heart skipped a beat at the unexpected but welcomed proposition. "I'd love that," you replied, unable to hide the excitement in their voice.

Penelope grinned, a mix of relief and happiness evident in her expression. "Great! I promise the next time we meet, it won't involve accidental blackouts. How about we make it dinner? Just the two of us."

You nodded, feeling a surge of anticipation. "Sounds perfect. I can't wait."

As Penelope got up to leave, she turned to you with a playful glint in her eyes. "It's a date then. And who knows, maybe we'll have a good laugh about this blackout when we look back on it."

You walked her to the door, and with a warm smile, Penelope said, "Until then, stay out of tech experiments gone wrong, okay?"

You chuckled, "Deal. Looking forward to our date, Penelope."

And with that, Penelope walked out into the dark hallway, leaving you with a sense of excitement and anticipation for the unexpected but promising connection that had formed during a blackout.

A/N: Thank you for reading ◡̈

#criminal minds #penelope garcia x reader #penelope garcia x you #penelope garcia #kirsten vangsness #fanfiction #fanfic #spencer reid #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #Penelope garcia fanfic

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saveahorserideaneddie · 10 months ago

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Hi Louis!

If you’re still doing this:

😈👊

- Saturn 🪐

I am absolutely still doing this, bestie <3

👊- The Eddie Punches Tommy fic

Also titled: "He's Not a Saint (And He's Not What You Think)"

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“I punched Buck’s boyfriend last week, Carla,” he told her. “In front of everyone because he said something about Chris. I let my anger get a hold of me and I broke a man’s nose. I got suspended from work because me and Buck got in a screaming match over it on a call today. Christopher doesn’t need to be around someone like that.”

Carla stared at him for a moment. “I’m sorry- did you just say Buck’s boyfriend?”

Realization flooded Eddie that Carla had indeed been gone since February, and had missed that whole update in Buck’s life.

“Yeah, he- he realized that he’s bi; he’s been dating Tommy Kinard from LAFD Air Operations since about the end of April,” Eddie told her. Technically they had first kissed towards the beginning of the month, but Eddie didn’t count the two weeks of them planning a date and then not talking because Tommy decided to ditch Buck on a curb as part of their relationship.

“And that boyfriend isn’t… you?” Carla asked, almost cautiously.

“Wha- No, obviously I’m not Buck’s boyfriend, Carla,” Eddie replied. “I just got out of a relationship with a woman because I emotionally cheated on her.”

“With your dead wife,” Carla said.

“With a woman who looked like my dead wife,” Eddie told her.

“Eddie,” she sighed, turning to face him and grabbing his hand. “I want you to be honest with me… this woman who looked like Shannon- did you have any romantic feelings for her?”

“I took her out on dates,” Eddie replied.

“You took Ana Flores on dates too,” Carla pointed out. “Going out on dates doesn’t mean you are attracted to that person romantically.”

“She looked like my dead wife,” Eddie argued.

“Your dead wife who you were not happily married to by any means,” Carla said.

“That wasn’t Shannon’s fault,” Eddie told her.

“That’s debatable,” Carla said, carefully, “but that also isn’t what I said. You yourself told me that you only married Shannon because of Chris. So again, I’m asking you, other than her resemblance to Shannon, what about this woman drew you to her?”

Eddie opened his mouth, unable to say anything.

“And when it comes to Shannon,” Carla said. “Did you really love her romantically- or did you, like with Ana, try to convince yourself you could love her because you wanted things to work for Chris to have a stable home.”

Eddie felt like he was being laid out on a cutting board, being flayed open with a carving knife. Carla was touching on things that Eddie hadn’t even admitted to himself- things he had definitely thought about before, but had never allowed himself to put any stock in them.

“And while we’re on that trail,” Carla continued. “Did you feel any of that for Marisol either?”

Eddie stared at her, feeling his heart pumping as he realized just how right Carla was about all of this- he felt like his lungs were constricting at the thought of what that insinuated.

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😈 - The Homophobic!Marisol Fic

also titled "I Don't Wanna Miss You Like This (Come Back, Be Here)"

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At the end of the night, they stood on the sidewalk, both waiting for their Ubers to pick them up. Buck’s hands were in his pockets as they stood in a peaceful silence- not awkward or stilted; something calming as if they had been friends forever. It wasn’t long until Emilio’s Uber pulled up, and he turned to face Buck.

“I had a really nice time tonight, Buck,” he smiled.

“I did too,” Buck returned the smile, looking in the man’s brown eyes- they shined beautifully in the streetlights, but there was something missing in them.

“I know it was only our first date, so forgive me if this is forward, but…” Emilio trailed off before slowly leaning forward to cup Buck’s face in his hands.

Buck let himself be drawn in as Emilio placed a soft kiss on his lips. Buck kissed him back, soft and slow, getting used to the sensation for a few moments before Emilio broke the contact. Looking up at Buck with a soft smile, he whispered a goodbye before getting into his Uber and driving away.

Buck watched him go, still standing with his hands in his pockets as a wave of realization rushed over him. That had been the first time he kissed a man. His first kiss had been with a man he just met outside of a restaurant after he had spent the first part of the date pouring his heart out about Eddie.

Eddie.

The person Buck has been wanting to kiss now for longer than he had realized.

Buck had just had his first kiss with a man, and it wasn’t Eddie.

He reached the loft about an hour later, collapsing onto his bed as he tried not to let his mind run at 100 miles per hour. He tried not to think of how he spent the first half of the date talking about Eddie. Tried not to think about Emilio immediately clocking his feelings for Eddie. Tried not to think about how easy Emilio was to be around and talk to.

Tried not to think about how similar Emilio was to Eddie.

He was pulled from his thoughts by a text from the man himself- telling him once again he had a great night, and he hoped they could meet again soon. Buck told him he would love that, Emilio quickly asking if he was free Sunday.

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Make Me Write!

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blue-bujo · 1 year ago

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Bowled Over (Roy Kent X Reader): Chapter Six

You work at a bowling alley and a young girl named Phoebe has a birthday party there. You catch her uncle's eye.

Roy Kent x female reader

Will try to update roughly every two weeks

Chapter Six: A Disastrous Date

(5.9k words)

Warnings: Roy Kent-level language (you know what you're in for), periods, past medical trauma, injury

Summary: Phoebe crashes a date night, and you decide to take her and Roy bowling. Nothing goes smoothly.

For the next few weeks, you settled into a comfortable routine with Roy. He would call every few days and texted every day. About once a week, he would take you to dinner in a cozy little mom-and-pop restaurant, which you took turns choosing, followed by a walk in a quiet park somewhere. You were quite happy. Roy seemed to genuinely like you, and you loved to feel wanted by someone. His gruff exterior hid a sensitive, insecure side that he was very slowly revealing to you, and with each revealed layer, you were falling a little bit more for him.

Roy was so gentle. He cussed like a sailor, but never said a mean word to anybody who didn’t deserve it. He was remarkably observant, picking up on all of your little quirks and reactions. And above all, he was respectful to the utmost degree. He asked before any new form of physical contact, and let you set the pace. You could tell he was holding himself back; you’d realized that physical touch was a love language of his, and he seemed starved for it. Whenever you met, he surrounded you in a huge hug, and since you had answered “yes” to his first request to hold your hand, he had done so often, taking your small hand in his until they both got so sweaty that you had to break apart and wipe off your palms.

Yes, you were quite happy with Roy. When he kissed your cheek at the end of each date, you concluded that you could stay this way forever.

About a month after your first date, you were realizing that your feelings were getting very serious. You were in your flat, getting ready for him to pick you up for an evening out, when your phone rang. His name was flashing on your screen, and you answered with apprehension. He normally didn’t call this close to picking you up.

“Hi, Roy. Is everything all right?”

“Everything’s fine, babe, his voice rumbled through the speaker. “I was calling to let you know that we might need to change plans. The hospital where my sister works had somebody call in sick, so Sofia picked up the extra shift. I’m on uncle duty tonight, so I don’t know if you’d still want to do dinner with an 11-year-old tagging along. Might be fucking weird.”

“That’s a pound, Uncle Roy,” you heard a young voice interrupt from the background. Apparently Phoebe was already with him.

“We can do dinner another night,” you said, and hoped that your disappointment wasn’t noticeable in your voice. “Are you okay seeing me with Phoebe?”

If he wasn’t, you’d be discouraged. His world revolved around two things: football, and Phoebe. Your heart skipped a happy beat when he replied.

“Of course I still want to see you. And Phoebe has wanted me to introduce you properly for weeks. Do you have any idea what she’d do to me if I kept hiding you away for myself? She’d go fucking mental.”

“Uncle Roy!”

“Put it on the tab, Pheebs.” There was a pause on the other end of the line before he addressed you again. “We’re ten minutes away. Sorry I didn’t give you more warning. I’ll see you soon?”

You nodded, which he couldn’t see because you were on the phone. “I’ll see you soon,” you promised. “Be thinking of what we can do with Phoebe. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Cheers. Be there soon.”

Roy disconnected the call, and you went back to getting ready. You already had an idea of what you wanted to do with him and Phoebe, and it was something that you could treat him to, for a change. When he drove up a few minutes later, you were already outside waiting. He leaned over and pushed open the passenger door for you. You climbed into the ridiculous vehicle and squeezed his hand. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Roy smiled, squeezing your hand back. “Sorry about this.”

You waved him off with your free hand as you turned to look into the backseat. “Don’t be sorry. Hi, Phoebe! It’s good to see you again!”

Phoebe grinned at you. “It’s good to see you, too! I told you Uncle Roy thought you were fit.”

In sync, you and Phoebe both shot smug looks at the man currently frozen uncomfortably in the driver’s seat. He glared at both of you in return.

“Fuckin’ hell, you two are insufferable,” groaned Roy. “We talked about this, Phee. I take you along, you keep your mouth shut. I thought we had a deal.”

“We did, but I like Miss Splits. Besides, you also promised you’d take me out for ice cream, and I haven’t seen any ice cream yet,” Phoebe countered. She looked at you. “He does like you. Just in case he doesn’t say it to you. He’s said it to me a few times.”

Roy looked at you from the corner of his eye and gave you an embarrassed little shrug. He was uncomfortable with Phoebe being vulnerable for him, and your heart warmed a bit.

“I do like you,” he rumbled.

Giving his hand another little squeeze, you replied, “I know, Roy. And I know where we can all go tonight!”

The tiniest bit of tension left his shoulders. “Finally. Where am I driving us three tonight?”

You leaned over and whispered your destination in Roy’s ear. He immediately navigated the car into traffic. Phoebe was looking expectantly at you, but you just smiled at her.

“I hear they have ice cream where we’re going,” you said cryptically.

That was good enough for Phoebe. She settled back into her seat and looked out the window as Roy drove to your destination for the evening.

It didn’t take long to drive from the flat to the bowling alley, Roy reflected as he parked. Phoebe was smiling as he opened her door for her and she hopped out.

“Are we bowling?” she chirped.

“What does it look like?” teased Splits.

It made Roy really happy that she and Phoebe seemed to get on so well. Not that he was surprised; Phoebe was a good kid, and Splits had obviously dealt with a lot of kids working here. He leaned over to her to mutter quietly in her ear.

“Are you sure you want to be here on your day off? We can find something else to do.”

She shook her head. “Are you kidding? I never get to actually bowl for pleasure; it’s always in league competition. Tonight is going to be great.”

She strode confidently to the counter, and Roy was once again smitten. This was the first time he’d been here and she hadn’t been working. She was in her element, chatting comfortably with all the staff and checking out guest passes for him and Phoebe from the older woman he’d encountered when he’d shown up last month. This was Splits in her natural habitat, and her smile was lighting up the whole fucking place.

Phoebe had sidled up without him noticing, and she was watching him watch Splits.

“You’ve got heart eyes, Uncle Roy,” she giggled.

“So?”

“I like seeing you happy, that’s all.”

Roy tore his heart eyes away from Splits to look at his niece. She did look like she was pleased. But as he sized her up, he noticed that she didn’t seem as chipper as she had earlier. He took a knee to be face to face with Phoebe, to show her that she had his full, undivided attention.

“Are you all right, Phoebe?” he asked.

“I’m okay. My tummy is just a bit upset. Maybe I should skip the ice cream tonight.”

Phoebe loved ice cream. Choosing to skip it was unusual, and raised red flags in Uncle Roy’s mind. Although it made both of them sick, he and Phoebe never skipped ice cream dates.

“We can go home if you need to,” he offered, not hiding the concern in his voice.

Phoebe looked horrified. “I’m not making you end your date! I’ll be fine, Uncle Roy, really.”

Splits came back before Roy could argue. She had two pairs of rentals shoes in hand, one for him and one for Phoebe, who had already fixed her face and chosen to soldier on. She was a fucking trooper, Roy though as he fought to stand up again.

“All right, I have your shoes, and we’re set up on Lane 24,” called Splits as she bustled forward and handed off their shoes. “I don’t like the end lanes, but I figured it keeps a bit of a buffer between us and anybody that might recognize you, Roy. We can use my employee discount for anything at the snack bar, so order whatever you guys want. I’ll go get the lane set up while you find balls.”

“You’re the shit, you know that?” Roy said quietly. As Phoebe ran off to find a bowling ball, he took the opportunity to wrap an arm around Splits’ shoulders and kiss her temple. He hated being recognized, and she’d done everything she could do to prevent it happening here.

“No one has ever called me that before,” she laughed softly. “I’ll gladly accept it, though.” She leaned into his kiss, then put her temple against his cheek. “Sorry it’s not the most exciting night.”

“Are you kidding? I get a night out with both my girls. That is a fucking great night in my book. “What?”

Splits had left his embrace and was looking at him with an unreadable expression. What had he said?

Oh, shit, he’d said his girls. Plural. Which was how he view Phoebe and Splits, but he hadn’t actually asked Splits to be his girl, officially. He had planned to do it tonight at dinner, before he’d been called for uncle duty. Roy was a muppet. That was a major slip.

He started to reach out to her, to say something, but Phoebe chose that moment to walk up to him carrying the heaviest bowling ball she’d been able to find.

“Here, Uncle Roy. I got you a ball.”

“Thanks, Phoebe.” He accepted the ball, which was much heavier than expected, and looked to his date to apologize, but her back was turned as she was entering their names in the computer. “How about we find a ball for you, and order dinner?”

Hopefully, giving Splits some space fore a few minutes would show her that he was sorry. Besides, Phoebe was still looking a bit… off. Roy couldn’t say why, but Phoebe wasn’t as bright as she usually was.

As he ordered their dinner and followed Phoebe back to Lane 24, Roy had plenty of time to reflect on how much of a fucking idiot he was. Having Phoebe with him would make it harder to apologize, but he would do it. He didn’t want to mess up this thing with Splits; he cared too much.

They got back to the lane, and Roy was about to open his mouth. But Splits was in coaching mode, hyping Phoebe up the way Roy assumed she did for the youth leagues she’d told him she volunteered in. Only a secret smile, done behind Phoebe’s back while she bowled her first ball, told Roy that he didn’t have to worry about his earlier words for now.

The trio bowled. Phoebe used the bumpers, but she didn’t seem to need them, as her score was decent. She was having fun, but she was starting to get a bit droopy. She didn’t eat much dinner.

Roy was awful He managed to knock over some pins in the first few frames, but the harder he tried, the worse he got, and he didn’t understand why. It was becoming embarrassing, especially compared to Splits.

She was amazing. She had all this extra shit that she used, like a towel, and sandpapery tapes that went inside finger holes, and a wrist brace. Not to mention three fancy bowling balls that she said all did different things. But even without all of that, she would have been perfect as she glided gracefully across the wood floors and threw the ball so silently you could miss it.

After their first game – in which she beat Roy by over a hundred points, which she said was a low score for her – Splits went to pick up their dessert from the snack bar. Roy instantly interrogated Phoebe, who was now drooping quite badly.

“Are you sure that you don’t need to go home?”

Phoebe sighed. “I don’t want to end the night early. I’ll be fine, Uncle Roy, I promise.”

Roy didn’t believe her, but she had the Kent stubbornness, so he knew pressing her wouldn’t do anything. “All right. But you let me know if that changes. You hear me?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Roy grunted in response, and watched as Splits came back with giant cookies.

“I got us warm cookies,” she smiled. “They’re easier to eat while you’re bowling than ice cream. Are you guys up for another game?”

“Only if I don’t play like shit this time,” grumbled Roy.

“I can coach you, if you want. There are easy changes you could both make to your forms. I can probably get you both breaking 90.” Crossing her arms, she continued, “I just have to warn you, I’m a tactile coach. I’ll be moving your arms so you can feel the way you’re supposed to do it.”

A sanctioned way for physical contact? Yes, fucking please. “I’m okay with that. Let’s play.”

They started game two with Splits embarrassing Roy by making him get a lighter ball. Then she told him that, if he wanted to actually throw it straight, he needed to keep his arm straight and not bend his elbow. For the next three frames, she tapped his elbow before and after every shot. He secretly thrilled at every touch, and somehow managed to keep the ball out of the gutter.

Phoebe took the same tips and got better as well, but decided to sit out the second half of the game. Roy took notice, as did Splits, he thought, although she kept talk to the subject of bowling.

“Are you ready to try some footwork?” she asked.

The man nodded. “You, why not? And what do you think is wrong with Phoebe?”

“I don’t know. She seems like her stomach hurts. Maybe she overate? Did she eat before you picked me up?”

“I don’t think so. This came on after we got here. I don’t know what to do.”

Both looking over to the seats, it was evident Phoebe wasn’t feeling well. She was hugging herself loosely and kicking her legs in the air. Roy felt so bad for her; he hated seeing his niece like this.

“I’ll try talking to her again after this turn. What is this footwork I’m supposed to do?”

He listened attentively as she explained how bowlers took four steps and finished with a slide, and attempted to do it. He ended up winging the ball straight into the gutter and twinging his bad knee. He glared at Splits as he sat down.

“Go on, then, throw your fancy ball and make it look easy,” he growled.

Appreciating the view as she did, Roy put an arm around Phoebe. “How you doing?” he whispered.

“My stomach really hurst,” she whispered back.

“Have you gone to the bathroom? I know it’s gross to talk about, but sometimes that can help.”

“I can’t get up.”

Concerned, Uncle Roy turned to face her squarely. “Why not?”

Phoebe was reluctant to answer, but this time, Roy did press her.

“Come on, tell me.”

“…There’s blood on my skirt.”

Oh. Oh. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuuck.

Phoebe was on the verge of tears, so Roy did his best to keep his face and his voice soft. “There’s nothing wrong with that. It happens. Come on, don’t be embarrassed about it.”

“But Uncle Roy,” she tried to interrupt.

“I know something about all that. I have a sister, you know, and past girlfriends. It’s natural. It happens.”

“But Uncle Roy, I don’t know what to do.”

Oh, fuck.

Roy bolted up and met Splits on the lane approach.

“What did she say?” asked Splits.

“She just got her period. I think it’s her first one, because she said she doesn’t fucking know what to do. How the fuck am I supposed to help her? I can’t go in there with her, and I don’t have any of the supplies. She needs Sofia for this.”

Splits waited for him to be done before speaking. “Do you want me to show her what to do?”

“… You would do that?”

“No offense, Roy, but you can’t help in this situation. You said so yourself, you can’t go in there and show her what to do. I’ve been through this, and I have supplies. Let me help.”

Roy could have kissed her, but he restrained himself. Phoebe needed Splits more than he did at the moment. “You’re the shit. Thank you.”

Splits gave him a small smile. “I’m aware. Now let me get Phoebe set up.”

She grabbed her backpack and put on a dorky set of bowling shoe covers. Roy couldn’t hear what was said, but Phoebe got up and followed Splits to the other end of the bowling alley, where the women’s toilets were.

“Practice while we’re gone!” she called as they walked away. “Bowl mine and Phoebe’s frames, and see if you can’t get a strike by the time we get back!”

They disappeared into the women’s room after that, and Roy forced himself to focus on bowling rather than how worried he was. He tried to keep his elbow straight, and to take four deliberate steps before he threw, and to not aggravate his knee during the slide, but it was a lot to remember. He made it into a mantra as he breathed through each shot.

Straight. Step. Step. Slide…

Straight. Step. Step… Sticking. No. Fu-

It took you a few minutes to comfort Phoebe in the bathroom, on opposite sides of the stall door. It took a few more minutes to talk her through what to do. You felt sorry for the poor girl, but also a bit frustrated. Wasn’t Roy’s sister Sofia a nurse? Hadn’t she done anything to prepare this sweet child for the horrors of Aunt Flo’s monthly visit? Why had this responsibility fallen on you?

You coped the same way you did with anything else uncomfortable: through distraction. You got Phoebe chatting eventually about her school football team, which Roy apparently coached, and then moved on to the topic of favorite foods. The girl came out of the stall at that point, and surprised you with a hug.

“What is this for?” you asked.

Phoebe replied, “For helping me. I didn’t know what I was going to do, and I couldn’t ask Uncle Roy. And for giving me what I needed. Thank you.”

“Well, I’m not done yet, but you’re welcome. I still have to introduce you to the miracle cure. Now wash your hands, and we’ll get ourselves some dark chocolate.”

Phoebe released you from the hug and did as she was told. You were waiting quietly to hand her some paper towels when you both clearly heard, from across the bowling alley, an explosive, deafening “Fuck!” followed by several more in quick succession.

Looking up at you as she took the offered paper towels, Phoebe observed, “That doesn’t sound good.”

No, it did not. You rushed out of the bathrooms and back to your lane, leaving Phoebe trailing behind you. Even from a distance, you could see that Roy was on the ground, scooting toward the couch behind the lane. He was steadily cursing.

“What happened?” you demanded as you got close. He had turned bright red, either in pain, embarrassment, or both.

“There was sticky shit somewhere that I fucking stepped in, and then my shoe didn’t fucking slide and I fucked my shit knee. Fuck!”

“Can you get up?”

He shot you a glare and growled through clenched teeth. “If I could, would I still be on the fucking floor?”

Behind the rage, you could see how wounded the man’s pride was. There was a panic in his eyes, too. Your heart hurt for him as you held out a hand. “Here. Let me help you up.”

Roy’s hand was shaking as he took yours. With him bracing against the couch, you were able to help pull him onto one leg. He completely avoided putting weight on his bad knee. You were shocked at how strong he was; he was using you to steady himself more than pull himself up, powering himself up with the one leg while holding the injured one straight out.

Roy was issuing a steady stream of obscenities that didn’t even make sense, and some of them were new to you, but you tuned him out as you helped him sit down. First Phoebe, and now you had to take care of Roy! He wasn’t going to be able to walk, you suspected, judging by the horrible way his knee seemed to be on the side of his leg rather than the front.

You sat down on the couch next to him, and Phoebe sat at his other side to nestle into his ribs. His face was drawn now, and his leg beginning to shake.

“Fuck, I am so sorry, this was meant to be a fun night out.”

“Don’t apologize, Roy. We’ll take care of this. What do you normally do when something like this happens?” you asked.

“Well, normally I would pop it back into place, but my physio told me I had to stop or I could damage the fucking nerves and never walk again, so I’m not doing that shit.”

“Okay, so no popping back in.” You were honestly a little relieved; you didn’t want to imagine what that would look and sound like. “So let’s try to relieve the pain, then.”

Even in his present state, Roy furrowed his eyebrows at you in a glare. “The pain isn’t that bad,” he lied.

That had you mad. “Bullshit, Roy!” It was the first time you’d sworn around him, and he sat up a little straighter looking shocked but also proud. “You’re trembling like a kicked puppy, and I can already see that your knee’s swelling. I’m getting you ice, and Tylenol, and then we’re figuring out what to do next. Don’t move.”

Roy put his hands out in surrender. You marched to the snack bar and forcefully scooped a bag of ice. You were overwhelmed, and panicking a bit, and didn’t know the first thing about recurring knee injuries, or how to treat a headstrong footballer who denied that he was obviously in pain. Once you had the ice, you brought it back to Lane 24 and held it out silently for him to take, which he did. Then you silently packed up your bowling gear and stowed it in your locker. You were embarrassed now by your outburst; you’d been raised to be respectful, and you’d seen Roy recoil under your sharp tongue. You’d freaked out because you cared, but it hadn’t made it right. After making sure your stuff was safely locked away, you went back to Roy and Phoebe.

“I’m sorry I shouted,” you apologized. “I was panicked because I didn’t know what to do, and this wasn’t how I expected my night to go. But I have a plan now. Roy, we need to get you to an emergency room. Can you walk at all?”

The man considered his propped-up, iced leg. “Fucking scared to,” he admitted, “and I don’t trust it enough to drive. You’ll have to drive us.” He dug in his pocket – which was difficult with Phoebe on top of it – and tossed you his keys. “You can drive, right?”

You scoffed. “Just because I don’t have a car doesn’t mean I don’t know how to drive. Are you ready to go?”

He grunted, and hopped up on one leg before you could even offer your help. You quickly tucked yourself under his left arm so you could support him as he hopped carefully toward the car park. Getting him into his black monstrosity of a vehicle was difficult, as was getting him out of it at the emergency room. He was forced into a wheelchair once there and rolled away to have his knee properly reset, leaving you and phoebe to kill time in the waiting room watching videos on your phone.

When Roy was wheeled back out an hour later, his knee sported a giant black brace, and he had orders not to put weight on it for a few days, which he accepted with a growl. He was strangely subdued, not saying a word while being discharged, struggling once more into the car, or watching as you drove to his house for the first time; Phoebe had to navigate for you. He didn’t even have any fucks to give once you were all inside and had gotten him situated on his couch. Only when Phoebe went to bed did he break his silence to say goodnight to her before she went to the room he kept for her. That left the two of you alone together for the first time all night, and although you wished it were under better circumstances, it was still nice to sit down next to him without Phoebe around.

“Well, that was an… interesting night,” you probed.

“Tell me about it,” Roy grunted. “I wasn’t expecting any of this.”

You both looked at his knee, in its brace and propped up on a mountain of pillows that Phoebe had built for him. Roy looked so tired, older than you’d seen him before. He looked defeated.

“Is there anything you need before I leave?” you asked.

His dark eyes snapped up to your face.

“Leave?” he said incredulously. It’s fucking late, and dark! What if something happened to you?”

His outburst made you realize just how deeply he cared for you, as did the arm he put around you to pull you closer.

“You have to stay,” he whispered. “I’d never forgive myself if something fucking happened to you. I’ve got plenty of space here for you, especially since I’ll be stuck on this couch tonight. You can have my bed, if you like.”

It was a loaded offer. You craned your neck to look at him.

“That’s a big offer, Roy. I don’t know what I’m doing with you. I really like you.”

“I really like you, too.”

“Then what are we, Roy? What is this?” you demanded, motioning between you and him. “We’ve been going out for a month, and you say you want to do this right, and I do, too, but I have no idea what’s going on in that head of yours! Especially tonight; I’ve had to deal with a lot tonight, and I was happy to do it, but it was way more than you could have expected from a normal acquaintance. And now you’re asking me to stay the night! I’m sorry I’m yelling, but I’m tired, and I’m stressed, and this is a lot to process. Do I mean something more to you or not?”

Roy let out a long, tired sigh. “Is this about the fucking ‘night out with my girls’ comment? Because I’ve been kicking myself for it since I said it.”

He looked to you for some sort of reaction, but you didn’t give him one, despite how eagerly you were hanging onto his words. Not getting what he wanted, he reached for you and took hold of your arm before continuing, almost like he was afraid you were going to bolt.

“Right… Before I got landed with Phoebe for the night, I had this grand plan to… but then my sister called, and I had Phoebe underfoot, and everything happened with her, and then my idiot self went and dislocated my fucking knee… It was going to be a much better night.”

You got the sense that he was being vague because he was struggling to allow himself to be vulnerable.

“What are you trying to say, Roy?” you pressed.

He slid his hand down the arm that he was still holding to interlace his fingers with yours. Staring at your hand in his, he murmured, “This past month has been fucking amazing, and it’s because of you. Before the bullshit of tonight started, and the plan changed, I was going to tell you that I really like being with you. And after everything tonight, I feel it even more strongly. That was girlfriend-level shit you handled tonight, and you didn’t even break a sweat.”

Roy finally looked up at you with the softest, sweetest, most insecure expression on his face. Your world narrowed until it consisted of just the two of you, face to face.

“Would you be my girlfriend? Officially?”

You’d waited a long month to hear those words! Nodding happily, you breathed, “Yes. I would love to be your girlfriend. That’s all I’ve wanted since our first date.”

He grinned his dazzling grin, although this one was a bit sleepy. Then he wrapped both arms around you and pulled you into the tightest, warmest hug you’d ever felt. Within those strong arms was somewhere you could stay forever, you mused as you pressed your face into his shoulder. The hug lasted almost forever, but he ended it and turned you so that your noses were almost brushing.

“Can I kiss you? Properly?”

You gave the slightest of nods, and then he tucked a hand behind your neck and closed the distance between your lips and his. His kiss was deep, filled with more longing than you’d ever been kissed with, and long enough that you both had to break away to breathe.

“Wow,” you breathed.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Now will you stay?”

Roy’s eyelids were heavy. He seemed to be basking in a self-satisfied happiness, but also looked so tired. You couldn’t say no to him, laid up as he was. He would need help when he woke up.

“Okay, I’ll stay, but I feel bad taking your room.”

“Don’t. It’s upstairs, so I couldn’t get up there if I wanted to.”

“All right. Do you need me to get anything from up there before I go to bed?”

You watched him do his adorable head tilt as he thought. Then he answered, “My pajamas are hanging on the back of the door, and there’s a pair of crutches in the downstairs hall closet. I should have everything else I need in the bathroom down here from the last time I seriously injured myself.”

“Okay, I’ll go grab those. Just a sec.”

You went to the hall closet by the front door first, taking in the décor now that you weren’t supporting a hobbling Roy. The house was much homier than you’d expected of hm. There were tons of pictures on the walls, of his old teams, scenery shots from traveling, and a family that possessed such distinctive eyebrows that they had to be the Kents. Most of the family photos were older, and they depicted Roy as a young child or a surly teenager in a Sunderland uniform. These were the only pictures he was in, which led you to infer that he had taken the rest.

The crutches were in the back of the hall closet, hidden underneath a black Richmond parka and multiple other dark articles of clothing. You fished them out and brought them to your boyfriend – how surreal that word felt! – sprawled on his dark brown leather couch.

“Where do you want these?” you questioned.

Scowling at the hated crutches, Roy gestured to the arm of the couch and the end table next to him. “Just lean them here so I can reach them later. I don’t want to see them.”

You teased, “Obviously. I knew that from how far you’d buried them in the closet. Have you thought of anything else you need from upstairs?”

“I dunno. Maybe my pillow and the book on my nightstand?”

“How will I know which pillow is ‘your’ pillow?”

“It’s the only one that looks used. Trust me, you’ll know.”

“Whatever you say. And how do I find your room?”

Roy pointed abruptly at the ceiling above him. “Take the stairs and make a U-turn. It’s directly above us.”

You found his room easily following his directions. His pajamas, consisting of a gray tee shirt and, rather embarrassingly, boxers, hung neatly on two hooks on the back of the door, which you grabbed before really taking in the room. There were books stacked up on the dresser, as well as the one he wanted on the nightstand. All of the furniture was old and of dark wood, the bedding plain and charcoal colored. More family pictures hung on the wall opposite the bed, and a picture of AFC Richmond at a goodbye party for Ted Lasso.

Roy’s pillow was indeed easy to find. There were three perfect identical pillows on the bed, and then there was a lumpy old thing that had obviously been with him for a long time. You grabbed it and trotted back downstairs, where Roy was watching for your return.

“God, I can’t remember the last time I was that carefree on stairs, even before my last game,” he said. “I’ve gotten old as shit.”

“Not old for a normal person,” you replied, handing him his things, “just for a footballer. How old are you, anyway?”

“42,” he moaned. “Fuckin’ ancient.”

Your mind flashed to a book you’d enjoyed, and you cracked a joke hoping he’d also read it. “That’s not ancient, that’s the answer! You’re at the age where you just need to know the question, and everything will fall into place.”

Roy puzzled it out for a moment. “Hitchkiker’s Guide to the Galaxy?”

You nodded and watched as he tilted his head back, rolling his eyes as he did so. “You’re suck a dork,” he sighed.

“Hey, you got the reference, which means you’re just as much of a dork as I am.”

He smiled tiredly. “Fine, we’re both dorks who’ve read Douglas Adams. Happy?”

His eyes and head looked heavy as he gazed at you, and despite the chaotic night he’d had, he seemed content. You decided to go to bed for the night. Before you did, you found the kitchen and got him some water, as there was a prescription you’d picked up on the way back that you knew he hadn’t taken yet.

When you walked back into the living room, he was pulling a well-loved blanket off of the back of the couch. He took the water you offered appreciatively with one hand and grabbed your arm with the other, pulling you closer.

“That really was girlfriend-level shit tonight,” he rumbled, “and I’m really grateful. Good night.”

He tugged your arm, pulling you close enough that he could kiss you. Sleepy Roy’s kisses were gentle, tender, and when he broke it to sink back into the couch, you kissed the top of his head. Then you went upstairs, stole an extra gray tee from his dresser to sleep in, and climbed into your new boyfriend’s bed. It hadn’t been the date you’d expected, but despite the chaos, it had been a very good one, all things considered.

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Lullaby For A Deadman (Chapter 4)

Warnings: Death, mentions of murder

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"You should see her tonight."

He perked his head up, turning at the voice behind him. Not Charlie and not Dolores, but instead, Irma. She was definitely... interesting. She was another example that he had no clue how The Afterlife worked, because she almost seemed like a witch from a cartoon. She was a witch, he knew that much, but, it seemed like she had a... much different magic than what he knew. Maybe a magic that didn't even exist anymore, from how long ago she died.

"I... Plan on it." He replied, "She needs to know Jack isn't going insane, honestly. But... I think I kinda shook him up when I left... I don't know if he wants to see me again-"

"Oh, don't be an imbecile! You fool no one with those thoughts!"

He sighed, "Okay... fair point... I just need to not get in my head about it."

"Would it help if I took it off?" "No, no that would not help actually.''

"Hmph. Shame." She patted his head, sending a small shiver down his spine, "Make sure you see that boy again after your mother! He deserves that too!" She said as she started walking away, and he turned to look back at his grave, where Jack sat, looking like he had a million thoughts going through his head.

He shuffled his way closer to Jack, eventually leaning next to him, like he would when they would cuddle. He heard Jack humming something, but it didn't sound familiar. Maybe another idea that he had, to later be written down for him to think on later. It was something they both did, both of them had several notebooks filled with lyrics...

He kinda hoped Jack didn't find the one with all the songs about him.

...

He was keeping an eye on his mother for a while, watching over her until she went back to her room and laid in her bed, and he waited for her to fall asleep, made sure she was, and he finally went up to her, knelt down, and closed his eyes.

He opened them to see that he was now on her planet. She was just lying on one of the islands, staring up, tears rolling down her face.

He slowly stepped closer, trying to be quiet while he decided what to do, eventually landing on just walking up and saying something… so he did.

“Mom…?”

She shot up at his voice, and she stared at him for a few moments before she started to slowly stand.

“Wander…?” She whispered, more tears building up in her eyes.

“Mom…”

She jumped up, running towards him to hold him as she sobbed.

“My Darling!! You're here!!”

“Mom, I…”

“Don’t… Just let me hold you… Please…”

He did. He just stood there, and let her hold him for as long as she needed.

...

”So… He actually killed you?” She asked after a while.

“Yeah… He did.” Wanderlust said quietly, “Painfully. Slowly… he left me to bleed out, I… I heard Brezz breaking down the door and I knew people were holding me, but… I died about 30 seconds after they all walked in…”

“Oh… Oh my darling.” She hugged him tight, sighing as she teared up, “I'm sorry… I never thought that… he’d do that. To his child…”

“I didn’t think so either… But he did, and…” He sighed, “All I know is, I’m looking forward to Jack’s plan.”

“Jack’s plan?”

“You’ll find out.”

She smiled softly, kissing his forehead, "I assume you've already gone to see him, with this morning's... whatever that was..."

"I did..." He sighed, "I felt bad for leaving, but, I... I couldn't do anything about it. He was going to wake up no matter what."

"I assume the same for me?"

"Yeah... But I can come back! I promise I will."

"I know you will." She cradled his face gently, "Oh... My sweet angel... I missed you so much..."

"I miss you too, mom..."

"I love you. I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you, and I'll love you forever... I'll make sure we remember you."

"Mom..."

"Yes, my dear?"

He looked up at her, tears in his eyes.

"Do you still love father?"

She went quiet for a few moments, face shifting to an uncertain look.

"I... I don't know..." She said, "I think part of me still wants to... but I don't think I do anymore... He killed our own son... I can't love that no matter how much I may have in the past."

He was hoping that was the case.

"Do you...?" She asked, holding his hands.

And he shook his head.

"No. No, I don't."

"And I don't blame you... I don't think I can look at him again..."

She wouldn't have to in time...

...

He stayed there for hours. Some of it was just silence as they held each other, some of it was talking, and many tears were shed.

But she still had to wake up.

"I'll see you soon, mom." He said, smiling up at her.

"I'll see you soon, my angel." She replied, kissing his forehead, "Goodbye."

He let her wake up with that, and he watched her sit back up as she wiped the tears off her face.

He would go back. But in all honesty, Jack needed him more... and he needed to plan something.

...

"How'd the visit with your mom go?" Dolores asked, making him look away from where Jack was laying on his grave.

"It was good. We talked... a lot." He replied, standing up, "I'm gonna... see him again tonight... I think he needs that." He looked back down at Jack, who, at least, looked at peace.

"Well, I can agree to that." Dolores said, smiling slightly, "I think it'll help him."

He nodded, sighing, "I have a question."

"What can I do?"

"Are you able to... haunt someone? Like intentionally go to them to... scare them?"

She looked at him knowingly, "You can. It just has to be with the intent of haunting someone."

"Good to know... thank you." He said, smiling, "I think I have to test it on someone soon..."

"Good luck and have fun with it." She giggled, "But in the meantime, I think you should say hi to Jack tonight."

"I will. Promise."

...

He wasn't as hesitant this time. He just laid next to Jack's sleeping form, curled up in his chest, and waited.

He didn't have to wait long, because before he knew it, Jack's arms wrapped around him tight, pulling him as close as possible into his chest, kissing over his face, then finally staring into his eyes with a smile.

"I missed you." Jack said quietly, a hand moving up to cradle his face.

"I missed you too..."

Jack pulled them both up, and he leaned back on the headboard while pulling Wanderlust close to him again, rocking him softly in his arms.

"I was hoping you'd be back soon."

"I promised I would be."

Jack smiled at him softly, closing his eyes and sighing, "Let me just... stay like this for a bit, okay...? I miss holding you."

And in all honesty, he missed Jack holding him. He swore that, whenever he was touched before he was put in his casket, he could feel it. But now that he was buried... he couldn't feel anything. He couldn't feel the bark of the trees when he leaned on them, he couldn't feel the stone of his tombstone if he leaned on it, he couldn't feel the cold water if he tried to reach into the pond... he couldn't feel Jack's warmth if he was leaning on him, or trying to hold his hand, or- anything. This was the only time he got the sense of touch back, when he was visiting people. And he'd admit... he missed this the most.

There was at least ten minutes of silence before Jack said anything again, and he felt a gentle kiss to his forehead as Jack held his hand.

"Are we able to move around?" Jack asked.

“Yeah!” Wanderlust replied, standing up and smiling.

Jack smirked, “Good, because I wanted to ask you about something.”

“Hm?”

Jack opened up a drawer in Wander’s dresser, pulling out a notebook.

Oh.

“No, we’re not talking about this.” Wander said, eyes wide.

“Yes we are.” Jack leaned back on the dresser, opening up the book.

Oh no.

“You had a lot of songs in here.”

“I did.” “About me.”

“Yep.”

“And quote…” He chuckled, shaking his head as he read it again, smiling softly at it.

“‘Now I’m running with my shirt unbuttoned. Screaming, 'but daddy, I love him', I’m having his baby… no I’m not, but you should see your faces.’ Wander-”

“No.”

“Wander, I have so many questions.”

“That will not be answered.”

“Hm… maybe I should read out more of these…”

Wanderlust groaned, “Okay, you win, you win!... what do you want to know?”

“Did you want kids?”

He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes and looking towards the ground, away from Jack. He always wondered how he'd have this conversation, if it did ever come up. He imagined that it would be years in the future, when they had settled down, when the chaos from Night Swan would be truly over. He wanted to have an actual house with Jack, to move in with him. He wanted to get married, have Jack officially be a prince. He wanted all of that before even thinking about this conversation. But he guessed it would happen now instead, because it wasn't like any of that would happen.

He looked back up at Jack, though he didn't meet his eyes as he felt tears in his own.

“Yes.”

It was said quickly, almost blurted out.

Jack nodded, putting the notebook down and leaning back on the vanity as he looked down.

Wanderlust sighed, stuttering as he slowly started to go up to Jack, “Jack, I-I, I know that you probably don’t want kids, and that’s okay, I-I didn’t want to ask because I thought it was just too soon-”

“Wander.”

He looked up, and Jack was walking closer to him, sighing.

“I was going to get another couple more years of therapy to... truly undo the damage that she left…" Jack said, holding his hands, "I wanted us to have time. I wanted to... at least start to plan a wedding. I wanted us to have our own space, not my apartment, not the Hotel, not The Palace, our own house..." His eyes filled with tears, "I just wanted time..”

"Jack, I'm sorry..." He said quickly, almost breathlessly, "I should have said something... I..."

Jack held his shoulders gently, looking in his eyes with tears running down his cheeks.

"I never thought I'd want kids. I just didn't know if I'd find the right person, or even be able to think about it- I was afraid that she'd still have to be in my life, that she would do what she did to me, to them... then I fell in love with you. Then I wanted to marry you... then I wanted kids with you."

He gasped quietly, eyes filling with tears as he slowly reached up to hold Jack's hands as he started to sob, ”You… you did…?” He asked, “You… your being serious?”

“Of course I am..." Jack replied, smiling softly, "Wander... You gave me my life back in a way I never thought I would have. You gave me light, joy, warmth, all within a year. A year, Wanderlust. I just wanted time... But then this happened, and..."

"I don't think we could have seen it coming... I don't think this would have changed..." He sighed, "If anything, this is all my fault... I should have guessed something was up."

"I don't think we could have seen that coming either."

He leaned on Jack's chest, and he felt him being moved back to the bed to lay on Jack, sighing.

"Don't worry. I have a plan." Jack said.

"I know. And I want you to do it."

"Good. I'm not backing down anyway."

...

Jack still cried when Wanderlust had to leave, but at least it wasn't as intense as a few days before. He seemed more at peace this time.

Wanderlust stuck around him for a while that morning, making sure he ate, but then went back up to his room... and he knew why.

So he left Jack to his own devices, and he went back out to his grave, looking out to the pond as he thought about what he was going to do himself.

"Your thinking." Dolores said, "That's a little dangerous."

He nodded, "I'm planning. So's Jack."

"Ahh..." She slowly walked up next to him, "Mind if I ask if I can help with this... plan of yours?"

"You can tell me how to get to other places." He turned to her, "I know I'm not bound to anywhere, so I can get there, but I honestly don't know how that works here."

"About the same as it works in the Living Realm. But I get why you asked." She said, "But I can get you there. It's possible that your Flow is a little wonky now that your... well, dead."

He sighed, looking at his hand, then to the ground in front of him. He slowly raised his arm, closing his eyes, thinking about where he wanted it to end up, where he needed to be... and he flicked his wrist, opening the portal to the Hotel, right where he wanted to be.

"Perfect." He said, walking through and looking around. It was empty. Empty apart from the workers and his father, who he heard in the observatory.

He decided to wait. To keep an eye on him until he went to sleep, and wait. He found himself planning the whole scene, and he hoped he could actually make it happen like that...

Then he fell asleep. He got in his bed, stared at the ceiling for a bit, and fell asleep.

He went right up to his bed, and before he knew it, he was standing behind the man who killed him. He wasn't afraid. He was calm. He was... content.

He watched as his father tried to move, but realized he had no clue where he was, other than it being a dark void.

The sound of his screams could be heard. He watched his father snap his head in the direction it came from, then in another direction when it was him screaming for help.

Then...

"Fa-father... why..."

"I'm sorry, son. It has to be done."

He watched as his father- his killer, turned back to face in front of him, where the noise was coming from now.

"Wa-Wait!... Pl-please don't... make m-e be al-alo-one..."

...

"N-No! Pl-please! Dad, ple-!"

Thats when it stopped. Because that was the last thing that His Killer heard from him.

He stared for a few seconds, feeling the blood running down his face, back in the clothes he died in, just for this...

He started humming. Humming the same beat Jack had been humming for days, almost like they were trying to write it together...

His Killer froze up, head turning before the rest of his body.

He started singing that beat. The words that were stuck in his head for weeks, since his death.

"Father... Why have you forsaken me...? My life is gone~..."

His Killer fully turned to look at him, eyes almost widening and backing up.

"Father... Know how long it's taken me... To live again~..."

He looked up at him, a slight smile on his face as he started stepping closer.

"I know when you're sleeping~... I know the things you're dreaming~..."

His killer started backing away faster from him, almost trying to figure out if he was sleeping or not.

"I know when you're sleeping. I know the things you're dreaming. I love it when your weeping..."

He grinned, feeling the blood dripping down his face and hearing it drop to the ground.

"Even death can't stop this feeling..."

His Killer stopped moving, looking at him with pure shock.

"I know when you're sleeping. I know the things you're dreaming. I love it when you're weeping. Even death can't stop this feeling, and you know-"

His killer realized he couldn't move. He was stuck in place while Wanderlust kept moving closer to him.

"He won't just give up, no, he won't just give up. He won't give up until you..."

He got right up to His Killer's face, smiling up at him, looking in his eyes...

"...Die..."

He let him wake up at that point, watching him as he sat up in bed, looking around. He quickly brushed it off, laying back down and looking up at the ceiling again.

"I hope you don't sleep tonight." He said, turning around to go back to his grave, a smile on his face as he laid on the ground, looking up at the sky.

"You have a good time?" Dolores asked, leaning over him.

"Great... Is Jack asleep?"

"No, he's still up... I feel like he's planning... quickly."

"You see what he's up to?"

"He's thoroughly cleaning his gun and sharpening his knife... And it doesn't feel like a good sign."

"He's probably making sure his gun won't jam when he goes to do it."

"Do what, exactly...?"

"You'll see." He started to stand, sighing as he looked up at Jack's window, seeing a light still on in there, but very clearly just a desk light.

"I'll be back." He said, walking up to Jack's room to see him sitting at his desk with a now fully assembled gun in his hand, hands covered in oil and tools on the desk.

Jack seemed to pause when he entered the room, though he didn't notice. He just sat on the bed behind Jack, looking at him...

He turned around, looking almost directly at Wanderlust, and he smiled softly.

"Maybe you should knock next time, Starboy."

#just dance 2024 #just dance 2023 #wanderrose #wanderlust jd #jack rose #si'ha nova jd #the traveler #Lullaby For A Deadman JD

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Novacane 4// Matt Murdock X Dark! Reader

CW: THIS IS A DARK FIC. This is part 4. Reminder READER is bat shit crazy and does some really bad things including but not limited to stalking, kidnapping, manipulation, drugging, and blackmail. If that isn't something you are into please keep scrolling. Minors DO NOT INTERACT. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Also Smut warning okay Bye. Read at your own risk.

The sound of glass hitting the wall filled your apartment. Matt's face was written in anger. The two of you had been at each other's throats all day. The small side comments had finally turned into a huge screaming match. It all started with deciding where to go for dinner. You wanted to go out for dinner and he wanted to stay in while you cooked. You had cooked all week and worked a full-time job, you were tired. The two of you agreed to get Mexican delivered, but then it was an argument about who would pay. Then who would go down to get the food? Then what show you'd watch while eating. It was like every little thing each other did make each other angry. It wasn't until you had told him about the email you received about another job offer that shit had officially hit the fan. The two of you knew you couldn't work for your boyfriend forever so you applied for a work-from-home job. You didn't know if you would even take it but it was enough to start another argument for the night.

"Are you kidding me!" You watched as the picture frame Matt threw at the wall, hit the ground. "You're acting ridiculous. I'm going to bed. You can sleep on the couch."

"I'll do you one better. I'm going home. Call me when you stop acting like this," Matt grabbed his phone and walked out of your apartment.

You broke down as he walked out. Tears rolled down your face and sobs escaped your mouth. You had been holding back tears all day. The consent fighting had taken a toll on you mentally. You just wanted it to stop but now Matt was gone and you felt like you had just lost a piece of yourself.

You thanked the lady as you grabbed your cup of coffee from the coffee shop next door to Nelson and Murdock. It had been a few days since Matt left and neither of you had talked to the other. You hadn't been to work since. It was hard enough without seeing him you couldn't imagine what it would be like if you had to see him. Foggy said that he'd try to keep things under control until you were able to come back.

The sun shined in your eyes making it hard for you to see as you walked along the sidewalk. You had been hiding out in your apartment since the argument and decided it was time to get out. Even if was just for some coffee and grocery shopping. You tried blocking the sun from your eyes with your hand. You bumped into a tall figure almost dropping your coffee.

"I'm so sorry. This sun is basically blinding me," You apologized

"Imagine how I feel," You looked up to see Matt "How've you been (y/n)"

"Hey, Matty. I'm good. Just out trying to get a few things done today. How about you?" You tried to make small talk

"I miss you, (y/n)." His face was face was written in sadness

"How about you come over tonight after work. We'll talk this over. I miss you too," You looked up at him with hope.

"I'll be there at 6," A smile spread across his face.

He kissed your forehead as the two of you exchanged goodbyes. Everything felt like it was going to be okay again.

It was 6:15 and Matt was nowhere to be found. You had been texting him since the two of you ran into each other and at 5:50 he just stopped responding. Just when you thought everything was going to be okay he pissed you off again. You checked your phone again to see if he had replied. Nothing. You threw your phone on the couch before going to pour yourself a glass of wine. As you placed the bottle back in the refrigerator, Matt came in the door of the apartment.

"Sorry, Love. Had to finish a few things at the office. Do you wanna order dinner or go out," He made took off his shoes before walking over to you.

He went to kiss you on the cheek but you moved away.

"You're mad." He stated the obvious

"You're late Matt," the tone in your voice was monotone

"By like 20 minutes (y/n). I had papers to file because someone decided not to come to work this week," He raised his voice a little.

"Fuck you, Matt!"

"Please!" The anger in his voice sounds more like pleading now.

"What?"

"Fuck me y/n." He moved closer to you.

His right hand wrapped around your waist landing on your lower back. He pulled you closer to him until your chest was on his. You looked up at him. His lips were inches from yours. You reached up to place your hand on his left cheek. The space between your lips was closed within seconds. He kissed you roughly yet passionately. You could feel the lust in every kiss. It had been so long since the two of you felt such passion for each other.

"Gosh. I missed this," Matt said between breaths

He lifted you from the ground, wrapping your legs around him. He carried you to the bedroom. He laid you down and started undoing your jeans then his own. You pulled your shirt over your head and threw it into a random corner of the room. Matt did the same in a hurry to feel your lips on his again. He got in bed flipping the two of you over so that you were on top. Your legs are on either side of him. Your lips connected to his neck. Leaving short sweet kisses all along his neck and torso as you made your way down to his boxer-covered penis. You ran your hand across his dick before going to pull his underwear down. You took him in your hand giving it a few pumps before starting to take him in your mouth but he stopped you. You looked up at him confused.

"I want to feel you wrapped around me, love," His voice was deeper now. Full with lust and desire.

You nodded before laying down beside him removing your underwear. He slowly moved his hand up your leg stopping when he reached where you needed him most. He rubbed his thumb in small circles on your clit. His middle and ring fingers entered you. A small moan escaped your lips. It had been weeks since you felt his fingers pleasure you.

The last few weeks at work had been stressful on you and Matt and with him patrolling at night the two of you had hardly had any time to 'relive that stress' But with just his fingers pumping inside of you, you could feel relief coming over your body. You felt yourself getting close. You grabbed his wrist signaling for him to stop. He removed his fingers from you before bringing them up to his mouth and licking them tasting you on his fingers. It wasn't your favorite thing he did but he loved it so you always watched as he licked his fingers clean smiling in pure bliss.

"Matty, I need you,' Your words bought you back to reality.

"Im sorry, love," He kissed you.

He lifted you by your back moving you to the middle of the bed. He looked at you once more before lining himself up and pushing his dick into you.

"oh fuuck," You moaned as his head stretched you.

No matter how many times you at Matt had sex, you never got used to his size. He wasn't huge but he was above average in length and girth which was more than enough to push you over the edge.

"You're so wet baby girl," Matt moaned out. "You're doing such a good job.

Matt loved praising you when the two of you were intimate. He could hear your heart flutter whenever he did. His hand reached up to grab the headboard as he went deeper inside you. Letting out a small groan with every stroke. You reached up grabbing his wrist as the pleasure took over you. His skin was so soft.

"Matty-" Was all you could mudder out before the built-up pleasure finally released itself onto Matt's length. Your face scrunched as you could feel the pleasure taking over your body.

Matt's face lit up in pride before his mouth fell agape as he released what he had been holding in for weeks. His warm cum coated your insides. The two of you set there for a minute as you both came down from your highs. Both trying to steady your breathing. He slowly pulled out, causing you to whimper.

He got up to get you a towel to clean you up. He grabbed one of his t-shirts and pulled it over your head for you. He wiped the sweat from your forehead and pulled the cover over you before walking to the kitchen to get you some water.

"Here you go, love." He waited for you to sit up before handing you the water and getting into bed.

"Thank you, babe," You took a sip and set the bottle on the nightstand.

Matt sit up with his back against the headboard and opened his arms signaling for you to cuddle up with him. You laid your head on his chest. His hand rubbed your arm as the two of you lay there. You could hear his heartbeat. It was steady.

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the-last-concert · 1 year ago

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Chapter Nine: Caught in the Middle

(TRIGGER WARNING ‼️ This chapter touches on the subject of sexual assault and sexual harassment ‼️

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I chewed my lip and tapped my fingers as I waited for Pepper to finish up his first chemotherapy session. I offered to go in with him, but he refused. He said this was something he needed to go do on his own. Dr. Miracle and Nurse Marvel reassured me that they would look after him.

As I hear the door chime, I turn my head to see Pepper slowly get in the Jeep. He looked so nauseous. But I came prepared.

“Mystique very own ginger ale.” I handed it to him.

Pepper smiles at the bottle. “Should I even know how you got this?”

I winked. “I called in a favor.” The favor being Tony and Monica. They were friends with the owners who made it.

“Thank you, Mog.” He opens it up immediately and takes a swig. A frown plastered on his face afterwards. “Yup, still terrible.”

I laughed. “But memorable.”

When we got home, Pepper went straight to bed. I had the flat to myself. Well, at least until Speedy came home from work. But it wasn’t until tonight. They switched his schedule around completely. He was a late bartender but now he helps with inventory, deliveries, and anything else they need. I believe he might’ve worked his normal charm on them. No one can resist the gleaming sun rays that his eyes hold. Or the whimsical smile that seems to creep up when he gets his way.

I decided to use this free time to check in with Nurse Marvel. I ended up calling her about the art gallery with her husband. Since Sasha’s story, I would be lying if my opinion was still the same about him. I wondered If he would view me in the same manner because I’m Black too. Whatever the case, I had no problem with calling him out. I’ve dealt with that same issue studying in Colombia. Why would Hallow be any different?

“Hello?”

“Nurse Marvel, it’s me.”

“Ah! The beautiful Mog! How are you, dear?”

“Fine, I wanted to take your offer and-“

“What?! Jeff, get in here!” Nurse Marvel yells before I could finish. I heard her say she was going to put me on speaker phone. When she settled, she apologized. “Sorry! I got carried away. But I wanted him to hear the good news. Wait-Mog. This is good news, right?

I chuckled. “Yes. I would like to work on the upcoming art show.”

“That’s excellent news, Moggie.” Jeffery said. “We need a big shot New Yorker who knows what she’s doing! Can you meet with me tomorrow morning?”

“Of course I can,” I replied. “But New York has nothing to do with my love for art. I always had an eye for beauty.”

I hear Nurse Marvel whisper, “If you see her boyfriends, you’ll know why.”

Jeffery chuckles before saying, “Of course, dear. Moggie? We would love to have you on board.”

“Perfect. See you tomorrow morning.”

As we said our goodbyes, I thought about what Nurse Marvel said about my boyfriends. I hadn’t seen it that way. In some ways, I knew Speedy and Pepper were both beautiful. But their looks wasn’t the reason I was with them. We’ve known each other since forever. It took awhile for me to realize how really attractive they are. I couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that the first person who would get a big head about this is-

“Speedy,” I smiled as he walked through the door. I got up to greet him with a hug. “You’re home early.”

His face looked in shock. His eyes were so wide. “Mog… they promoted me.”

“What?!” I shrieked. But then I remember Pepper was still asleep. I whispered while hitting his chest. “I’m so proud of you, Speedy. Of course they would, you are the best- and why aren’t you happy about this?”

His backpack sank off his body. “I am. I just-I didn’t think they would promote me this fast. It’s like me and Pep’s last job with artists. Even if most are amateurs, I enjoy working with them…” His tone changes low and staggered. This was serious. I grabbed his hand as we sat down on the couch by the warm fireplace.

“But?”

He palms his face before he looks up again. “I would have to say here. In London.”

“Oh…. Oh!” I was taken back. We all thought this trip was only temporary. But then Pepper's scary fall extended our stay. Now he’s been treated. And we all decided to leave London after he was done. I never thought about the possibility of staying in London…permanently. But… would that be so horrible?

“It’s just…. I don’t know,” Speedy replied as he slouched down more. He was sulking. “I’ve never seen myself living anywhere else. And do I really want to live that far way from Vickie ? From you?”

“Speed, it’s a heavy decision. But if you want my opinion, I don’t think you should pass up the position-”

“You serious? What if-,”

I put my hand over his lips. “I’m not done. I think you should take the position because you wouldn’t be here alone.”

Speedy’s eyebrows creased and I felt him frown. He mumbled, “I’m not following.”

I removed my hand from his mouth. “I’m saying, I would stay here in London. With you.”

“The hell you will.” We both turned to see Pepper frozen by the archway. He looked ghostly.

I sighed. “Pepper, you didn’t let me explain.”

“You don’t need to explain shit. He wants to stay? Fine. But I’ll be damned if you are.”

“Pepper, shut up for a sec, ” Speedy said. “I don’t think she means just her.”

I nodded. “We should all stay.”

Pepper laughed and looked at us like we were insane. “No way. We’re Americans. We don’t belong here.”

“Americans migrate to London all the time. That isn’t the issue,” I said. “Pepper, you’re finally in treatment. Speedy got promoted. I’m working in an art gallery soon for a show. We can’t ignore the good things that have been happening since we got here. Why stop that?”

“Wait, you're helping Marv's husband?” Speedy said as he pulled me in. “That’s great news, Moggie.”

“Moggie, this is world class insane.” Pepper said. “I’m happy you’re working with art and all, but I can’t see London being permanent for me.”

Speedy snickers. “Right because getting her pregnant to have a baby in America is a solid choice.”

“Like you would know, brown-noser. I haven’t even thought that far.”

“Because you never think shit through,” Speedy starts talking with his hands violently. “Moggie will be carrying a baby. A baby, Pep. And you think moving her half across the world is the best option?”

“Stay outta it, Speed. That ain’t got nothing to do with you.”

Speedy jumps up from the couch. “Okay…. I don’t care how sick you are, I will kick your ass.”

I step in between them. “Okay, let’s cool it. We don’t have to decide now. But the obvious choice is staying. Pepper, you may not like that. But let’s face it, we’ve settled here. So you either get on board or-,”

“Or what, Moggie?” His eyes cut to me slowly. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

Speedy intervened. “Or this family you want… won’t be a possibility.” Pepper storms off into his room and slams the door. He hasn’t been happy with a lot of changes lately. Except for him touring here in the first place. I wonder if he had overwhelmed him. On top of him fighting cancer, I just know he hasn’t been the same. Something’s off. Speedy shrugs, opening a cigar box. “So much for good news.”

“I’ll talk to him about it… later,” I said. I didn’t want to ruin the good news. We deserved a celebration after everything. And I intend to start that. “Right now, we gotta celebrate. Let’s crack open a very expensive bottle.”

Speedy laughs in between puffs. “Are you sure you’re Moggie?”

“Hey, you’re happy I’m happy, right?” I mimicked him.

“Okay, smart ass.” Speedy nudges to the bottle he pulled. “Crack it open.”

I did and bubbles went flying everywhere. He shook the bottle prior. He hid his laughter, grabbing two flute glasses. We poured, linking arms.

“To new beginnings, Moggie. Gah, I love you so much. You’ve been supportive of everything.” Speedy said after sipping.

“Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?” I joked.

“Yeah…” He licks his lips. “But to be honest, I wasn’t expecting pushback from Pepper. I thought you missed home the most.”

“Yes,” I confessed. But I had to explain why that slowly faded away. Speedy has been right here for Pepper’s caretaking and all the shit in between. We really were in sync handling everything. His meals, his sleeptime, his mediation. Nothing was falling short. I had to let him know he was the center of all that. “But you know who changed that?”

“Dr. Thompson?” He smiles. I hit his arm playfully. That was obviously not the answer.

“You. Speedy. You changed that.” I said. “You’re my piece of home. As long as I have you, I’ll always be okay where we live. Here. There. Anywhere.”

He sighs. “Yeah. I just wish-,”

He didn’t have to say it. I wanted Pepper to agree with us more than anything. But lately he’s been against us. “Me too. And I’ll talk to him. Don’t worry.”

He sets our empty glasses on the newly renovated glass table. He hugs me close. “Always there to save the day huh?”

“If I don’t, who else will?” I laughed a little obnoxiously. I only had two glasses and the liquor was flowing. My bloodstream had heated up real good. Maybe that’s why I was able to get up and make some real changes.

“You know what? I’m bringing him out.”

Speedy’s face looked worried. “Actually, Mog-“

I push him off of me. I found my balance swaying back and forth. One foot staggering behind the other. “No. I’m sick of this. We’ve been busting our ass to make sure he’s taken care of. He doesn’t get to be the bratty child. Not this time.”

“Moggie, wait-,” He tried to pull me down but I was already moving to the archway. I turned left to bang on Pepper’s door loudly.

“Pep-,” I hiccup. “Pepper! Get your ass out here!” I’m pounding on the door like the police now.

“Damn, Mog. Why are you-what is it?” Pepper swung the door open and I fell into his arms. I fight to stabilize my balance. He chuckles at my drunken state. “Speedy, what did you give her?”

Speedy shrugs while leaning on his door. “She wanted to drink, man.”

“I can see that,” Pepper bends down to get me to focus in one spot. “Moggie, let’s get you some water, yeah?”

“No!” I hit his shoulders. “You’re an ass.”

Speedy snickers. And Pepper just closes his eyes. “I know.”

“I’m not finished!” I yelled again. “We sacrificed our lives to make sure you’re healthy. Why? Because we love you.”

He smooths over his eyebrows. “I know, Moggie.”

“Shut-shut up.” Another hiccup response from me. “I have the floor!”

Speedy rolling on the floor now and Pepper is crouching down, taking all my rage. He pinches the bridge on his nose. “Okay, Mog. Please continue.”

“We’re starting to adjust and be really happy here. Why can’t you see that??”

Pepper waited for me to continue but when I didn’t, he asked “Can I say something now?”

“Yes,” I hiccuped again. “Yes- you may.”

“First, let’s get you some water. Speedy?” He asks indirectly.

“I’m on it,” Speedy gets off the floor and leaves to get a glass of water. He hands it to Pepper.

Pepper puts the glass in front of my face. “Drink.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” I grabbed the glass and mumbled. “But.… I was dehydrated anyway.”

He stands up and grabs my hand. He pulled me back into the living room while Speedy followed. He sat me down on the puffy sofa chair that was adjacent to the couch. Speedy was spread out on the couch this time. Pepper is kneeling on the floor and looking up at me now. I grip my glass tightly.

“On the real? I have no control right now,” Pepper confessed. “With my health, my body, and all the shit in between. It’s been hard for me to think about the future.”

“But the baby-“

“-was me trying to secure you. I figured… you wouldn’t leave me after that.”

“That’s fucked up, Pepper.”

His head fell. “I know, Mog. It’s hella fucked up.” Then he added after finding the rest of my glass. “But that was at first. I really see you being the mother to my child, someday.”

“It just didn’t have to be now,” Speedy mumbles as he looks half-sleep. He was on his back, with his arms covering his face. My eyes couldn’t physically see, but I imagined it was redder than an apple. I wasn’t the only one feeling the liquor.

Pepper chuckles. “Yeah. I was kinda crazy to jump the gun.” He shrugs and sits back on the floor. His hands are balancing from behind. “Can’t say it was the first time.”

“So, you wanted to trap me?” I questioned bluntly. They paused to look at each other before laughing at the top of their lungs. Speedy almost fell off the couch again.

“How do you even know that term, Mog?” Speedy turns over to see me. His cheeks flushed. A grin emerged. “You’re a grade A square.”

“I studied in New York. You think I spent all that time on campus? Please, don’t insult me.” I smiled through the water glass.

“Oh. She’s a wild card now, huh Speedy?” Pepper leans back as he sees Speedy animate out gang signs upside down.

“Better watch out. Classic thug.” He replied. They were teasing me, but I didn’t mind it this time. At least it meant we were getting back to normal. Getting back to us.

I threw a pillow at both of them. “A thug that can kick your ass.”

“Hold up-,” Speedy grabs Pepper. He shakes him a bit. Pepper’s face unphased of how Speedy was acting. It looked crazy, but it was only cause he couldn’t find his balance. He was hanging on to Pepper like a dangly noodle. “Is…is that a threat I hear?”

“Sounds like a threat to me, Spe.” Pepper edged him on.

“Care to wager that, deary?” Speedy was officially drunk. He uses a fake southern accent every time this happens. It’s been awhile, but I still remember it's not a great imitation. But not southern like a belle. More like an amateur cowboy.

“Damn, y’all are fucked up,” Pepper shakes his head. He grabs the bottle with Speedy, still dangling off him. “What did y’all- shit. Speed, I know you didn’t give her the 1800.”

“What’s 1800?” I asked when he was non responsive. I looked through the glass as little water ripples came from me blowing raspberries in them.

“Something-a lightweight like you-shouldn’t be drinking. And it’s bigger than my- Speedy, get the fuck off me.” Pepper shoved him and his body flopped on the ground. He was out cold.

I widened my eyes. “Is he-?”

“What?” He looks at Speedy's current slumped state. He snickered. “No Mogs-he isn’t dead. He just needs sleep. I ain’t moving him either.”

“Pepper?”

“Hmmm?” He looks up from the half drunk bottle and sees my arms stretched out for him. He smiles down before he drops the bottle on the table and picks me up to sit in his lap now. My whole body was cradled by him, adjacent to the sofa chair. “Baby needs her nap now?”

I hit his chest as I yawned. “Don’t pat- patronize me.”

“Yeah yeah.” He kisses me. I leaned in too much on it, and felt the hunger grow. I was straddling him as he gripped my ass. We were making out fully. “Fuck. What are you trying to-“

I shut him up with my tongue inside his mouth. It felt too good. I couldn’t stop from doing things to him. My mouth hovered over his shoulder, then his neck. I left a wet trail behind, connecting to his lips again. He gave in. He started stripping me. His hands up my breasts. I moaned… maybe too much. His mouth collided with my chest, sucking everywhere. Marking everything. I needed more. Craved more. I wanted to close any distance between us. He wasn’t even close. My hands reached into his pants and he jolted upwards.

“Wait,” he says. “Not out here.”

I tilted my head. “Then where?”

“My bedroom…” he whispers. I didn’t know what he was planning, but that was the only place we hadn’t had sex yet. He doesn’t miss a beat. He manages to get from under me and pulls me up. He takes my hand into his, interlocking fingers. “Let’s go.”

He kicks Speedy. Speedy turns over, blinking confusion. “Get up. We’re fucking our girlfriend now.”

Speedy stretches out and looks at me. The sleepy look along with his devilish smile makes me even hornier. “I’m in.”

He lifts me princess style and throws me in the air before catching me again. I shrieked. It was only a few seconds. But my heart dropped out of my eyes. “Speedy! Put me the fuck down!”

His face was mushed in before he slams me on the bed. Boxer ring style. I’m spinning. I don’t know if it was cause of all the movement, but things start to intensify. He picked me up right away and sat down on the edge of the bed. He motions his fingers in a downward motion against the colors of this LED light infused room. I’m seeing shadows of his figure waving as the lights did. This is why Pepper wanted me in here. This master bedroom was nothing like the rest of the flat. This room was special. There were colors of clouds everywhere. Flickering and moving in the dark. I scoot more toward the bed frame. I lean back as my legs open.

“What now?” I licked my lips, watching Speedy inch closer and hover his hands near my thighs. It was instant relief that swelled up.

“Like you need to guess…” Speedy scanned my lower body. His fingers pulled down on my pants, and chuckled. I wasn’t wearing any panties today either. He nudges his head toward Pepper. “She did this on the date too, Pep.”

Pepper smirked. “Really? Seems like I’ve missed out.”

“Nah,” I teased. “I wouldn’t say that.”

Pepper starts coming closer as he pulls my face up towards him. “Why is that?”

“Because….” I said slowly. “I can show you now.”

“By all means,” Pepper kisses me. And then eyes me down. “Show me what I missed, Moggie.”

I showed him. I grabbed Speedy and told him to do it exactly like last time. Speedy smiled and wasted no time, pinning me against the wall. I was taken to Legacy once more. There we were along the windowsill, our faces darkened by the cold rain clouds, our bodies pounding against the window. My back arched and on the edge of him. He was moving so slowly. It felt endless.

Until Pepper started coming behind Speedy, to reach me. Speedy moved his face sideways as Pepper began to tongue me down. I bit his lips impulsively. That was sexy as fuck. Like he woke me out of this indestructible dream. He pushed us more against the wall, enclosing all of us. He used both his hands for support on the wall. They were holding mine against it. I couldn’t escape if I wanted to. And somehow that made me even wetter. Sounds were coming out from various directions. Our moans, the strokes. It felt like Pepper’s feelings with Speedy’s body. It was a little euphoric.

“Fuck… fuck… I can’t…” I stumbled out over and over again.

“You will. You will take all of it.” Pepper said while his lips were on my breasts now. Speedy was trailing my neck with bites. His dick swelled even more and I almost lost it. Speedy got impatient and picked up the pace, gripping me tighter. It was so intense, Pepper had to back away from Speedy to avoid an accidental dick collision.

“Moggie, look at me,” said Speedy. I opened my eyes and his beautiful face faded in and out with red and orange LED lighting. This…suited him so much. “It’s just you and me now.”

His eyes seem to catch fire. My eyes melted in the capacity of a climbing rate. I was done for. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I came all over his dick. Speedy pulled out of me and I couldn’t breathe before Pepper inserted his dick inside me.

“Mmmmm…” Pepper says off impact. We moved to the bed, unpragmatic. My back was woven with the softest Egyptian cotton sheets and him on top of me. His thrusts were special. Because it seemed so unscripted. Like he interrupted this scene for a reason. “Why… are you so fucking wet?”

I couldn’t answer. But he didn’t give me room. My lips were on his again. We were both addicted kissers. This only helped the horniest more. I gripped his ass as he moved more deeper inside. He was so deep. Too deep. I screamed with intense clenching on my thighs around his waist. Pepper got faster and the thrusts felt wider. Too wide. Fuck…. That’s twice now.

Pepper smiles and kisses my neck, satisfied at what he did. “Now, remind me. Who’s a threat to who now?”

“Whom,” I corrected when I found my breath again. “And shut up.”

Speedy relaxed on the bed and pulled me in. It was so swift, I didn’t get a chance to adjust my temperature considerably. His body heat attached to mine and my throat went dry immediately.

“Thirsty?” Speedy asked as he eyed my lips. “Let me fix that.”

He slobs me down. From my mouth, our tongues created pools of too much water. It wasn’t pretty, but it was greedy. It seeped out of both of us and down our bodies. He pushes me a little to lay on my back as he grips my legs and hoists me up in the air.

“Speedy, wait-“ I called. But it was Pepper who put his ass in front to eat me out. Tingling shots ran throughout his tongue. It was nothing I could expect. I was completely thrown off. Speedy’s dick was at the base of my ass. Then I knew. My head shot up, but it was too late. While Pepper’s mouth was working me, Speedy went inside my ass.

“Holy fuck,” Pepper muffled through me. I am sucking him off now. My mouth got greedy. It needed some stimulation. I managed to lift my head close enough to his dick. My tongue was able to pull it in before I latched hold. Once I got a good enough grip, my head bobbed back and forth so he could feel every inch of my tongue. We were all being stimulated together at the same time. It was more intense than before. We all had different paces but it collided into this inexplicable threesome. My heart raced, my mind went black. I didn’t want to come out of this. Not entirely.

“Fuck, I’m cumming… I’m cumming.” I heard Speedy say first. He releases and I release inside Pepper’s mouth. Pepper held out until I released him from mine and he ended up getting it all over the sheets. We all collapsed on top of each other. Away from the ruined sheets.

“That was… so much fun,” I laughed uncontrollably. They looked up at me and joined in.

“Guess we figured out how to do this, huh?” Pepper replied, chest still heaving for air.

Speedy smirks before answering. His hands folded above his head. “Guess so.”

After the sheets were changed, we fell asleep. Our bodies were spread out on this gigantic California King size mattress. The Egyptian cotton sheets were so feathery. Pepper was sleeping like a Pharoah. No wonder he wouldn’t give this room up. I tried to persuade him the first time we got here. But it was no use. He played the sick card well on me.

I looked at the clock. It was 9 a.m. Shit, I had to get ready to meet Jeffery in an hour. I’m speeding to get ready. I raced to my room and picked out a couple outfits. I didn’t have time to be picky, it would just have to be whatever caught my eye after the shower.

The steam filled the bathroom and I lit an intense to calm my nerves. I was rightfully nervous. Even though it was about art, working with new people always made me anxious. I end up being too crucial at times where all I needed to do was breathe.

“Losing your shit in here?” His voice creeped up behind me. I turned from the water to see Pepper fully naked.

“Naturally,” I smirked. He stepped in the shower and closed the glass tile door. “Why are you up so early?”

“What?” He takes my loofah. “You think I’d let you do this on your own? From what Speedy told me, he sounds like a quack.”

I laugh a little. “Yeah. I guess Sasha's story freaked me out.”

“I mean-not only that,” Pepper continued as he used the loofah to wash me. “Speedy said they were having a hard time finding help. Apparently, Jeff doesn’t have the best record with his assistants.”

“Shit,” I shook my head. “I was hoping that wasn’t the case.”

“In any case, we got you.” Pepper sniffs my hair. “We’ll go together.”

I caressed his face. “Thank you, Pepper.”

We finished washing each other and got ready to go. I settled for a dark academia look. A black sweater with a white button-up. Black trousers and white heeled boots. Pepper’s rocker look was the complete opposite. Everything was spiked. His leather jacket, his boots. He wore dark blue skinny jeans with a lot of rips. His lucky beanie on top of his head.Speedy was already in the kitchen. He had a cute preppy look. A plaid pastel sweater that seemed bigger than he was. Light jeans and low multi-colored pastel Pumas. He made bagels and coffee. Tea especially for me.

He smiled, handed me my plate. “You don’t need to be jittery on your first day.”

“Good call.” I laughed in between bites. “I can’t believe you guys were more prepared than I was.”

“Well, I mean that’s a given,” Speedy jokes. He’s inhaling bagels left and right. “You have been quite distracted lately.”

I threw a napkin at him. “Who’s fault is that?”

“Let’s go,” Pepper said after we finished eating. He looked at his smartwatch and walked toward the exit. He throws me my coat by the door. “I’m driving.”

The Jeep was paralleled just outside of the gallery. It was around a quiet strip. Townies seemed to be shopping in the little boutiques and cafès located west from the gallery. Pepper and Speedy walked ahead of me. They grabbed each handle and pulled the doors open as I emerged inside. It was marked as a beautiful princess entrance.

“Miss Farewell! Welcome to Hallow’s Dream.” A red-haired lady with a white suit and a clipboard greeted me. She looked young and professional. Her nails were manicured and long. Her eyelashes were full and make-up was flawless. She looked like she could be a part of the gallery, instead of working in one. “My name is Priscilla. I’m the new assistant to Mr. Marvel.”

I glanced back at the guys before responding, we all shared the same look. “Hi Priscilla. You can call me Moggie. And this is Pepper and Speedy, my boyfriends.”

She blushed a little while they shook her hands. “Oh my! I see! Pleased to meet everyone.”

She pulls me aside while Pepper and Speedy look around at the art gallery. They were pushing each other, playfully. I was glad, even after all the tension, they always found a way to bounce back. Like a boomerang. Goofy happiness is the best way I can describe their friendship. They brought it out of each other the most.

“I was tasked to show you the art pieces in the Vault room before we see Mr. Marvel,” said Priscilla. “He wanted your opinion right away on a few selections.”

I glanced back at Speedy and Pepper. “Y’all gonna be okay out here?”

Speedy found a seat on a bubble-shaped couch, flipping through a gallery magazine in his hand. His legs crossed. He waves, still looking down. “Go. We’re here to support you for once.”

Pepper shrugs at the vending machine, kicking a can out. He takes a long sip before answering, “Don’t worry about us. Go be charming.”

I made a face to contain my childish ways. Then told Priscilla, “Lead the way.”

She smiled as we walked toward the back of the art gallery. She wasn’t kidding when she said it was a vault. This was Thee Vault. It looked like two tons of crystalized glass decorated on the door. I got a glimpse of the sun reflecting off the diamonds as she touched the wheel to punch in the code. When it went green, it made a whooshing sound before opening wide toward us. Priscilla directs her hand for me to go first. I had to make sure my mouth wasn’t hanging open like some little kid.

“Every artwork that isn’t sold or picked up by artists ends up here,” Priscilla explained as her heels clacked the marbled floor. We were passing rows and rows of canvas. She points with her pen. “From the left, go by dates. Then on the right, go by colors.”

“That’s kind of an odd system,” I pointed out. “Why not have the artists’ names alphabetized?”

She shrugs. “It’s the only system he would work with.”

“I see.” I scanned through the pasting art pieces wheezing by as we walked. Jeffery Marvel had his own way of doing things. I wonder how much input could I really give him. The Vault would be difficult to adjust.

“This way,” She waves me ahead as we reach the end of the hallway. “The latest pieces are still by the loading docks.”

When we reached another doorway, it was all glass as well. The knob Priscilla grabbed with her nails, matched its golden color. Then, it was open space. My eyes squinted from the unexpected sunlight. We were in a loading room. The concrete came off the cliff where trucks were able to back up and unload items. I see the recent drop of artwork delivered. It was from an artist I knew. One from my past I thought would never see… again.

“Is this all Syd’s work?” I questioned as I went up to the brown torn fabrics knitted on 12 x 24 canvas. There were fabric displays of different clothing, torn and stitched together like very expensive quilts. Statues covered in golden paint and stitched with the same etched fabrics pulled from who knows where. It was adventurous. Daring. And nothing they created years ago.

“You know Syd Moreland?” Priscilla asked, not holding any excitement back.

“Yeah,” I voiced, still making my rounds of the pieces. Their collection was breathtaking, and nothing I imagined before. It was depth, texture, and emotion all wrapped into one. I picked up a tea pot with the denim fabric decorated around it. “We went to school together.”

“That’s amazing!” Priscilla shouted. She pulls out her bedazzled phone with diamond-like gems and shows me her personal collection of Syd’s work. “I’m a fan. I’ve been following their art since they debuted in Brooklyn.”

“They’re from there.” I said almost reluctantly.

She smiled. “You seem to know a lot about them.”

I deflected. “I don’t. We’re just colleagues.”

She puts her phone back in her suit pocket. “Right. Well, what do you think? Would it work with the theme?”

I nodded. “Absolutely.”

“Great, uh-” She pulls a red strand behind her ear and clicks her bluetooth. Then her expression shines brighter than the sun. “Just in time too, Mr. Marvel is ready for you.” She guides me back to the main gallery entrance. Once she closes the vault, she hands me her clipboard.

“What’s this?” I looked up, flipping the checklist. There was a lot to cover.

“Tasks the new art director should complete.” She smiled and walked off.

“The what?” I blinked. But she was gone. I was left to connect the dots myself. Sure enough, Jeffery wastes no time. There it was, at the beginning of the program that needed a lot of revisions. It read: Hallow’s Dream: No Box Left Unturned. The 20th Anniversary of Urban Street Art. Presented by Art Director Mahogany Farewell.

Oh….hell.

I knocked on Jeffery’s door politely as I could. I didn’t need him to be aware of the hell that was about to blow up his fantasy. I agreed to help. Not to headline. He completely misread my offer. He was going to get more than an earful. Boundaries had to be clear.

“Come on in, Moggie.”

I smiled, cracking the door wide open. “Jeffery, might I have a word?”

He got up as soon as he saw me. Very poised and very English. He brushed down his plaid blazer. His hair was platinum blond with his blue eyes staring directly at me. He smiled warmly. “Of course, Moggie. Please have a seat.”

I nod and sit directly across from his desk. He does the same. I hold up the flyer and point to the problem. “I never agreed to this.”

“My apologies, Moggie.” Jeffery sighed. “ I assume you wanted to take the lead with this opening,” He stops to remove his glasses and pinch his nostrils. “I know it’s more responsibility than you realized-“

“-It’s a shit more responsibility than I realized,” I interrupted. “I was under the impression of looking over a few pieces. That’s all.”

“Moggie, I know. I’m sorry,” Jeffery didn’t deny anything. Actually he felt bad. I refrained from my anger. “I just had my AD walk out on me and you seemed qualified. But I should have asked first.”

“Yes. You should have.” I saw Jeffery’s problem for what it was. Though, I wasn’t happy about the execution. I knew accepting the art director position could help me, personally. He knew that too. Which is why his face wasn’t showing any bit of remorse. I sighed and started flipping the clipboard. I grabbed a pen out of my jacket and started making revisions on the spot. “Get that to your marketing department ASAP.”

He read through the flyer, face frozen in shock. “That’s a brilliant title, Moggie.”

I nodded, putting my pen back in my pocket. “I know.”

He blew air out and sat back in his expensive leather chair. “To think you only did that in a matter of seconds. It took them a week and a half for the first title.”

I chuckled. “I can only imagine.”

“Does this mean you accept?” Jeffery stares at me intensely.

“It means… I’m considering it.” I told him firmly. “I have a boyfriend who just got promoted and one in chemo. It’s a lot to juggle for right now.”

He snickered slyly. “Oh, I’m sure you got your hands full.”

My eyes cut into him. “I do.”

He gets up and walks around to sit down on the desk, closer to me. I leaned back on the other end of the chair out of reflex. “Moggie, I don’t think you understand the intensity that this upcoming art show can do for your career.”

“What are you getting at, Mr. Marvel?” I wasn’t here for mind games. He needed me. Not the other way around.

He folded his arms and continued to bait me. “All I’m saying is… for someone like you to be well advanced in art history and studied at two institutions, it’s a waste of talent to do nothing with it.”

I scoffed. “You think me taking care of my sick boyfriend is doing nothing?”

“I think,” He tried to correct. “You’re using him as a crutch. Yes.” He replied and my skin boiled. “Now, if you’re too scared to-“

“-I’m not scared of anything.” I boasted, squaring off. My eyes were squinted in his direction. If this was a way to win me over, it was poorly misunderstood. But I had to stand up for myself. I did study long enough for this. Probably overqualified him.

He hands me the clipboard. “Then we both know what your answer will be.”

I take the clipboard quickly and get back on my feet. I had nothing left to say. He got to me and it edged my pride to prove him so wrong. When I started to open the door, l felt a whoosh of Jeffery’s hand close it from behind me. I was too startled by the sound to meet him again. My back was still turned.

“What are you doing?”

He whispered, brushing a coil of strand behind my ear. “Think of it as an incentive. Your beauty is of incredible value to me.”

“You can’t be this stupid, Jeffery.” I said, gripping my clipboard. I turned to him and there he was, his lustful eyes were coming out more intense than ever. He eyes me from head to toe. He grins as he grips my shoulder. I smack his face away.

“A fighter,” he comments as he tries to pull me to him. “Like that phases me.”

“Jeffery, I swear to God,” I warned, blocking him the best I could. “I’ll scream.”

He laughs so disgustingly. “After I’m through with you, that’s all you’ll be doing, sweetheart.”

My eyes closed in fear. I walked right into his trap. My body felt so violated already and he didn’t even get that far. We wrestled around as he tried to pin me down to his desk. He had my hands. But not my feet. I kicked him in his groin and managed to break free to jiggle the door handle from his office. Once it opened, I fell into Speedy’s arms.

“Moggie, hey hey. It’s alright, it’s alright,” he kept repeating, rocking me as we collided on the ground.

I was sobbing uncontrollably, and Pepper was kneeling right next to him. He just moved past me and stalked into Jeffery’s office. I jumped at the loud shut of the door.

“Speedy. You can’t let him do this,” I pleaded in between snot running down my nose. “He can get hurt.”

“We’re way past that, Moggie.” Speedy’s jaw clenched. “I’d help him if I wasn’t out here with you. What a sleazeball. I’m really glad Pepper suggested we come with you today. That could’ve been way worse.”

“He did what?” I shook my head. My body was still shaking uncontrollably from all that just happened. How did Pepper know Jeff would do that?

Speedy helps me up with his phone to his ear. “Come on. We need to report this.”

Moments later, we saw Jeffery get dragged out in handcuffs. The police wasted no time getting here, but that wasn’t what worried me. Pepper remained stone cold, next to me. He hadn’t said anything since the police had to break up the fight. They didn’t charge him when Speedy explained why Pepper was beating Jeffery’s ass in the first place. But we all stood on the sidewalk , watching them push Jeffery in the police car. Suddenly, Priscilla comes rushing out of the art gallery, her face covered in tears.

“Oh my god,” she voiced, trying to collect herself. “Who told?”

We all turned to her in disbelief. I pull her away from the chaos. “Priscilla, did something happen between you and Jeffery?”

She waved her hands in defense. “Oh n-no. I misspoke. I’m sorry.”

My voice was stern. “He’s going away. You can probably help with that if you’re honest.”

“I promised- I promised not to say anything.” Priscilla looked so defeated. The tyrant lady owning the halls morphed into a fragile woman. “I… I didn’t want to lose my job.”

I looked at her more carefully. This was beyond cruel. “You won’t. I’ll make sure of that.”

“Well…” she whispers softly. “I've been waiting for his brother to come into town. To tell him.”

“His brother?” The fuck?

“Yes,” she nodded so fast. “His brother owns half the gallery. He’s just never here. And stays in New York most of his time.”

“Call him.” I said. “This gallery can’t fall apart because of Jeffery.”

“Well, it’s difficult to do. He's hard to get a hold of.” Priscilla explained. “Doesn’t really believe in modern society.”

His brother sounded like the off-the-grid type. But I knew a way. I had Mystique finest townies to thank for that. Town so small, but the names were so big. Someone in Monica’s circle had to know him.

I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it. I might have a way.” My hand grabbed hers to squeeze reassurance into her. “But will you come forward?”

“Yes.” Priscilla agreed. And I believed her.

“Moggie,” Speedy called as he rushed over. I glanced at additional officers talking to Pepper. He was making them laugh. It was a little off putting. Seeing the cause of his delinquency back home, Pepper didn't like any authoritative figures. “They need you for questioning.”

“Okay,” I answered. I reached out my hand to Priscilla. “Let’s go together.” Priscilla froze but then took my hand as we walked back into the gallery.

I walked back out as we finished questioning. Priscilla was escorted by a lady who was a detective. And the police dispersed. She was going in for more investigation, but she was okay.

She was going to be okay.

Speedy walked up to me first, breaking my concentration as the police car drove away. He draped my coat around me. “Hey… let’s blow this joint.”

A smile crept out before I could stop it. “You’re quoting old movie lines again.”

“It got what I wanted,” He continued. “You smiled.”

Pepper starts the Jeep. He looks at me and opens the passenger door slowly. He tilts his head. “Get in.”

#moggie #the last concert #lgbtq #love story #pepper #paramore #spotify #caught in the middle

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watermelonlovershigh · 2 years ago

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Valentines Day Surprise (SMUT)

AN: this is an AU world so keep that in mind when reading this. also sorry this is a few days late from actual valentines. it took so long to write and i work alot so it took a while to complete. hope you don't mind. enjoyyyyy!!!

This story contains: tons of fluff, fingering in a bathtub, soft sex in bed, then more fluff

{ dadrry - husband!harry - softrry - three kids }

word count- 2,796

After a long shift at the hospital, you come home thinking you were going to get into the shower and be off to sleep, but your husband Harry has a surprise for you beings its Valentines Day.

Harry is a stay-at-home dad while you work at your local hospital. Some people look at your family dynamic and dislike the way you do things, but for you and Harry it works out great. Harry loves to stay home each day and take care of the kids and you usually love your job as a nurse at the hospital. Key word, usually.

Like today for instance. Today is Valentine's Day and you knew you had to unfortunately work but until eleven at night, that's what you didn't know. Around five in the afternoon you called Harry and told him you'd be getting home late tonight and he was so understanding. He knows that your hours at the hospital can change quickly due to short staffing problems.

When you finally got off work and settled in your car, the only thing on your mind was a hot shower and getting into bed with your husband for sleep. You were exhausted from working a twelve hour shift. Your feet hurt and your back ached. You wish instead of working today you had got to spend a romantic night with Harry because it's Valentines Day, but maybe next year you'll get the holiday off.

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After what felt like forever, you eventually make it to your house. You expect to walk into a dark house because everyone should be sleeping, with maybe a covered plate of food on the counter from the dinner Harry cooked for him and the kids earlier, but as you step in the front door you realize you have a surprise waiting on you.

You look over to the left where the kitchen is at and see your little breakfast nook decorated with a red table cloth, a candle in the center of the table, two glasses of wine, and two plates of hot food. You're confused at first but then see your husband round the corner with a happy smile on his face. "Hello m'love," Harry walks over for a hug to greet you, "you're finally home. Made you dinner."

Retracting from the hug, you mutter confusedly, "Har.... Harry what is all this? It's almost midnight. Thought you'd be asleep."

"Baby, it's Valentine's Day. You didn't think I wouldn't treat m'wife on such occasions did you?" Harry coos back with love clearly in his demeanor. And wow do you love him back. He's probably so tired from chasing your three to eight year olds around the house all day. Not to mention the cleaning he had to do around the house and the cooking, baths, and bedtimes. But Harry still choose to stay up until you got home from work to make the last hour of Valentine's Day special for you.

Harry leads you over to the table set up and pulls your chair out for you. "Babe, let me change first. I stink of hospital." you argue but he isn't having any of that.

"Nonsense, you can change and bath after we eat. You smell and look fine." he replies and you decide not to push the argument further. Though you are exhausted and want out of your dirty scrubs asap, you're very much appreciative of this little dinner set up that he worked so hard on.

The next twenty minutes or so is filled with eating the lovely meal Harry prepared for you, laughter, and small touches of affection. As well as Harry gushing about the promise of making every Valentines special for you for the rest of your lives. And once you were finished, Harry blew out the candle that sat on the table and placed your plates in the dishwasher for the night. You were about to head up the stairs to begin getting ready for bed when Harry stopped you.

"Wait a minute," he quietly calls out, "I've got you another surprise. Follow after me." Amazed at all the dedication Harry put into tonight, you follow after him up the stairs and into your bedroom. The bedroom looks pretty much how it always does except very clean with the bed covers neatly folded back. You're about to question where the next surprise was when he leads you into the ensuite bathroom located inside your bedroom.

When you enter, you see something that nearly brings tears to your eyes. "Harry," you whisper aloud, "you didn't have to do all this. Wow, oh my God!" You look around the bathroom that's dimly light and see a bathtub filled with warm water and bubbles.

Harry steps forward and wraps his arms around your body from behind. Then while laying his head on your shoulder and placing a kiss to the side of your neck, he responds, "Course I did. Love you lots and wanted to treat you after your long day at work. Plus, once again, it's Valentine's Day. Gotta take care of m'wife on such days."

Before the water gets any cooler, Harry graciously begins to help you strip from your hospital scrubs before removing his own clothes as well. Once you're both naked, he leads you over to the tub and gets in first so that he can help you settle in front of him. You lean against his tattooed body and sigh out in relief at how relaxing this feels on your sore muscles.

To add to your relaxation, Harry reaches up and starts to massage your neck and shoulders. You almost let a moan slip out from how great his touch feels. You start collecting your hair in your hands and twist it into a bun on the top of you head, securing it with a hair tie you had on your wrist. "This is nice." you tell your caring husband behind you.

He leans in to peck a gentle kiss behind your ear and whispers, "Hmm, glad you like my Valentines surprise." His low speaking sends chills down your spine. Right after your little shiver, you begin feeling Harry's hands migrate down from your shoulders and to your chest. He first gages your reaction and when he sees no resistance on your face, Harry takes his pink nailed fingers and ghosts them over your sensitive nipples.

"Fuck!" you quietly moan out, not wanting your kids to awake. You toss your head back onto your husbands shoulder and allow him to roam your body as he pleases. As Harry stimulates your nipples under the water, he realizes you're clenching your thighs together and he can't be having you do all that. So while one hand stays on your breast, his other hand slides down your belly eventually makes it down to your thigh.

He gives your thigh a gentle tap and you know he's silently instructing you to open your legs. So you lift your legs up so your feet are pressed flat to the tub floor and spread your legs open for him. With now having enough room, Harry drops his hand to between your legs and the real pleasure begins.

His soft ringless fingers roam your prickly pussy, from having trimmed your pubic hair about a week ago, and you gasp when you feel him prode your hole. Harry swirls the tip of his index finger at your entrance and moans himself when he feels how slick you are, even under the water. "You're so fuckin' wet, love. All because of me?"

You nod your head against Harry's shoulder blade and cry out when his slick fingers are brought up to toy with your swelling clit. He starts to rub your clit from under the sudsy bath water and you nearly melt straight through his body with how good you feel. You rarely get time to yourselves anymore. With you working long hours and having kids that need attention, you're usually limited to quickies and sleepy fucks late at night or early in the mornings from under the covers.

Though you aren't complaining about how you usually have sex or get sexual with one another, Harry taking his time with you right now is fantastic. He edges you when he stops the simulation to your clit but soon is sliding his middle finger inside your hole. His fingers are thick and long and feel great inside your tight pussy. "Ah, oh fuck." you moan.

When his finger is fully inside, Harry turns it around and curls it up before asking, "Yeah, am I makin' you feel good? Treatin' your pussy right on Valentines Day."

Through heavy breaths and closed eyes, you mutter, "Yes, so good." Harry decides one isn't enough and pushes his ring finger inside you too. The stretch is even more then before and when his fingers start fucking in and out of you a bit faster, your body starts to tremble and shake. Then right when you feel on the cusp of your orgasm, you start grinding your clit into the palm of Harry's hand and that's what pushes you over the edge.

He can feel your walls contracting around his fingers and to hold you as still as possible, he loops his other hand right under your boobs to keep you secure against his body. Harry fingers you through your orgasm until you jump away from his touch because you're overly sensitive. He slowly pulls his fingers out of your pussy and coos words of endearment in your ear to help bring you back to earth.

After a few minutes, you notice the hard lump pressed into your lower back and realize Harry is painfully hard right now. You turn your body around slightly in the water and say, "Want me to ride you? Help with your, you know, hard problem."

Harry giggles and answers, "Not in here, baby. Let's get you washed up and if you're still in the mood we can shag in bed where it's more comfy, m'kay." You nod an okay and the actual bath begins.

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After Harry helped wash your hair and body, he got you both out the tub and dried off. Then once you brushed your teeth, the two of you finally crawled into the nicely made bed and the love making begins. If you both weren't so tired and had the house to yourselves you would have made the sex more special with some toys and loud, passionate moans. But just some simple missionary will do for tonight.

Once under the covers, Harry rolls on top of you and questions, "Are you still wet enough or do we need lube?"

With a sleepy smile, you retort, "Why don't you find out." And that Harry does. He dips his hand between your naked bodies and feels around your sensitive pussy, coming to the conclusion you are in fact still wet from the fingering that took place in the bathtub.

"Shit, love that you're still wet f'me. Pussy's begging for m'cock, huh?" Harry whispers and starts to position his tip at your entrance. No matter how many times you've had sex, you still can't get over how it feels when he first slides in.

"Ugh, mhm!" you whine while nodding your head and grasping at his back. After he's filled you up all the way, Harry settles his body flushed to yours to feel closer to you. Plus his muscles aren't that strong this late in the night. "Move, baby. You can move." you encourage and he listens.

Harry pulls his hips back with his knees bent and pressing into the mattress, then slowly pushes them forward again, meeting your hips as they collide. With his arms around your head, he lifts his head up so its hovering over your face. He looks down and admires your beautiful blissed out face. Harry leans down and presses his lips to yours. You catch on quickly and join in on the kiss.

The kiss is very heated the longer it continues and it's mostly filled with panting breaths. Your bodies are getting sticky from sweat and it's making it harder to rock your bodies together as smoothly as you started out but it still feels great. Eventually fatigue begins setting in Harry's muscles and he's dying for you to come so he can come. So he pulls his mouth away from yours and questions, "Are you close, love? Need you to come."

Trying to keep your moans as quiet as possible, you look up at his straining face and answer, "Ye...yeah. S...so close." Knowing what will pull the trigger on your orgasm, Harry slides his hand down between your bodies and starts to rub over your sensitive clit for you. You immediately start clenching around his cock.

As your hands claw at his muscular back, you heave, "Oh God, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming." Harry focuses on his thrusting to make sure he's hitting just the right spot for you and his fingers continue to stimulate your clitoris. Your orgasm washes over you so deeply that you swear you black out for a few seconds.

Your mind has gone blank and all you can feel is Harry's touch and your muscles intensely contracting with your release. But eventually it starts to fade and you can feel Harry coming inside of you. His face drops to your shoulder blade and he lets out deep grunts while trembling over your body. You rub up and down his back to sooth him. Then the room becomes silent besides the sounds of heavy breathing.

Neither one of you want to move a muscle from the activities that just took place but you want to get some sleep and know you can't risk getting a UTI. You tap on Harry's shoulder and ask quietly, "Can you carry me to the toilet? Need to pee your cum out."

Harry sits up, remaining inside you still, and coos, "But what if I wanted to stay in you all night? Keep my cock and cum nice and warm in there."

"You know we can't. I don't want an infection. Now hurry before I wet your dick and the bed with my piss." You know Harry was just joking about staying inside you all night because he takes aftercare very seriously. Reluctantly, he slowly pulls out of your tight hole and shuffles off the bed. He then reaches over to lift your body up and carries you bridal style to the bathroom.

Harry sets you on the toilet and walks out of the bathroom to allow you some privacy. He goes over to your dresser and grabs him and yourself fresh underwear and you an old t-shirt to sleep in. Before he can return to you, he sees you wobbling out the bathroom door very naked still and rushes over towards you. "Baby, I would have carried you back to the bed. Don't want you fallin' over with how shaky your legs are." Fuck, how did you get so lucky with the perfect husband.

"I know and thank you. You're too sweet to me." you reply and sit down in the edge of the bed. Harry comes up to you and helps dress you in the clean panties and shirt. He hasn't put his underwear on yet so his soft penis is right in front of you and you smile.

"What?" Harry asks with a sleepy smile plastered on his face. "What's got you all smiley?"

Looking up, you explain with a tired drawl in your voice, "Just, just remembering back to when we first started dating and you were so embarrassed the first time I caught glimpse of your dick soft. Said something like it looks all small (though not small even when soft) and wrinkly when it's not hard. And now you don't give a fuck. Letting it swing around limply between your legs."

Harry lets out a quiet laugh before speaking, "Yeah, well we are married now. Been married for years. And we have kids together. Not much I am embarrassed for you to see. You've seen me cry, you've seen me be violently sick, and you've seen my entire body inside and out."

While Harry finally pulls up his own briefs, you mutter as you turn to get into bed straight, "It's called unconditional love, babe. You know I'd never judge you and that I love you no matter what. Love all of you, even your soft wrinkly dick."

Harry moves around the bed after he's dressed and turns off the lamp before sliding under the duvet with you. Instead of waiting for you to come to him, he shuffles over to your body and rests his head on your chest. You love when Harry gets like this. All soft and cuddly. He lets out a yawn before whispering, "Love you unconditionally, too. You're my forever Valentine."

Right before drifting off to sleep, you whisper back, "And you're my forever Valentines, too."

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vioartemis · 2 years ago

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The ocean

(Emma Myers x fem! reader)

Summary: Emma and you are in a secret relationship, but eventually you get caught making out during a break. Request here :)) Warnings: none (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

You first met Emma on the set of Wednesday after being cast to play Raven Addams, Wednesday's sister. Funny thing: the one who played Wednesday was none other than your own sister, Jenna Ortega.

When you talked to her for the first time, you already knew Emma and you would get along well. You had the same taste in almost everything; movies, series, videogames... She even knew one of your favorite animes that literally no one seemed to know.

You grew closer quickly as the weeks passed; you spent most of your on-set time together, laughing, taking selfies, etc. You loved her company much more than the others', you felt free to be yourself around her. You felt safe, wanted. Or maybe it was just your imagination.

On the last week of shooting, you confessed to her. Not directly, but you understood each other.

You were at a party with the rest of the cast, celebrating one of your last moments together.

"Okay Y/n, your turn." Joy started "Your question is... 'what could you look at forever?'"

"The ocean" you replied without hesitation

Your answer may have seemed basic to everyone else, but not to Emma. She remembered well what you said about her eyes maybe a week ago. 'They remind me of the ocean'.

Did it mean you liked her? Because she like you. And she too could look at your eyes forever.

The look you gave her after your answer couldn't mean anything else, right?

After the party, Emma suggested to accompany you to your trailer.

"Regarding what you said earlier..."

"I meant it. How could I not love looking at something that captivating?"

She still wasn't so sure whether you were referring to her eyes or the ocean. She truly hoped it was her eyes you were talking about.

"And you?" you asked suddenly

"Hm?"

You turned to face her.

"What is something you could look at forever?"

She stayed silent, thinking.

"You" she finally said

This time, it was your turn to blush. You didn't expect her to go straight to the point like that.

"R-really?"

"How could I not love looking at someone that captivating?" she said with a smile, taking a step closer to you

You spent the next minutes gazing into each other's eyes, not saying a word. There was no need, you understood each other perfectly.

"Do you want to stay here tonight...?" you asked her when you saw her shiver at the cold air

She had nodded and you'd spend the night together, cuddling in bed. In the morning, you took the time to decide if you should tell the others or not and choose not to talk about it.

You were both not ready to come out and feared what they would think, especially Jenna.

After the shooting was over, you stayed in touch, calling each other everyday when you couldn't meet in person. And when you could, you would organise little dates at home, not wanting any paparazzi to take a picture of you - outing you in the process.

Usually, you stayed at her appartement and watched Netflix and ordered diner, before cuddling for the rest of the night.

You liked how sweet your relationship was; there was no rush, no pression, no one to content in any way except yourselves.

You were more than happy when Wednesday season 2 was announced, because it meant you would have time to spend with Emma. What you hadn't think about was the amount of work you would have.

It had been days since you had a moment alone, and you missed her. Seeing her only from afar during the shooting wasn't enough, you needed to hug her, to kiss her, to feel her.

And you could tell she missed you too, by the way her lips were moving almost desperately against yours.

She managed to catch you alone during a break and pulled you into the first empty room she found, lips immediately crashing on yours. Only a few people knew this side of her; needy, possessive, controlling. Because yes, as surprising as it might be, she liked being in control.

She pinned you to the wall, hands slipping under your shirt, fingers caressing your skin, as she nibbled at your lower lip. She was asking for permission to slip her tongue past your lips, which you gave her quickly.

The kiss was messy, sloppy, and passionate. You enjoyed it, both of you. You didn't think you had ever kissed her like that before. Kinda wished you did more often.

As her kisses went down to your neck, a whimper escaped your parted lips. You tilted your head back, exposing more skin for her to leave wet kisses wherever she pleased.

She would love to leave pretty purple marks here too, but that would ruin the whole 'secret relationship' thing.

"Emma..." you let out in a sigh, hand going up to her hair as she licked a long strip on your throat

Her hands rested on your waist, under your shirt, as she kissed you again. You could feel her smile against your lips when she heard you whisper her name between kisses.

Too caught up in your make-out session, you didn't hear the door open, nor did you notice the rest of the cast entering the room until one of them let out a gasp.

Immediately, you parted away, cheeks read in embarrassment, heart beating faster than ever. Stress started to rise, not knowing how they would react, especially Jenna.

Whatever reaction you had imagined was far away from what actually happened.

Joy reached in her back pocket and handed $5 to Hunter with a sigh, soon followed by Georgie. They both looked shocked by what they saw, but that was nothing compared to Jenna.

"Are you...?" she asked

You nodded slightly in response, nervous. Emma took your hand and rubbed little circles on it with her thumb, trying to relax you.

"How long has it been?"

Her warm smile made all your fears go away. She was truly happy for both of you. Her best friend dating her sister was unexpected, but not unwelcomed.

"Since we finished shooting season 1" Emma answered with a smile, as relieved as you were

"Oh, come on!" Georgie mumbled as Hunter chuckled, before handing him an extra $5, which he then passed to Joy

You raised an eyebrow at the sight.

"Were you guys betting on us?"

"They didn't believe me when I said you were together" Hunter explained

"How were we supposed to know? How did you even know?" Joy asked him

"The gaydar never lies" the boy laughed

He wasn't wrong. You were pretty sure he knew for you two, despite all your efforts.

"Wait- so that means you're going to be my sister-in-law?" Jenna asked Emma

"Hopefully" she replied with a smirk

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ichijager13 · 2 years ago

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Teach me how to be loved

Chapter XIII

Heaven is a place on earth with you

Pairing : Eren Jäger x reader, past relationships: Reiner Braun x reader, Jean kristein x reader

Characters: Eren Jäger, Annie Leonhart, Pieck Finger, Reiner Braun, Jean Kristein, Carla Jäger, Sophie Jäger.

Tags: Unhealthy coping mechanism, unhealthy relationships, childhood trauma, physical and verbal abuse, self-esteem and trust issues, domestic violence, implied/ referenced cheating, and a touch of sweet, lovable, and non fuckboy Eren Jäger

This fic is brought to you by Lana Del Rey’s songs

Masterlist, AO3, Playlists: Reader’s POV, Eren’s POV

A/N: Heeey! I'm sorry for taking so long to update the story, things are a bit crazy at work. I promise I’ll make it up for you as soon as possible.

Also thank you so much for reading and supporting my works.

Ichi ❤️

Your Friday nights became more serene and pleasant after you started dating Eren. Depending on your mood and the weather you’d either spend the night indoors watching a movie or binge-watching a series or go out on a night date.

For tonight, you planned a movie night.

You stood in the middle of your living room, eying your preparation with a satisfied grin. Everything was in place and you still had an hour before Eren arrives. So, you decided to jump into the shower.

You were pulling your hair in a messy bun when you heard the door. You risked a quick glance at the mirror to see if anything needed to be fixed before you get the door.

The woman that stared back at you didn’t look like anything you were familiar with. She seemed happier, smiling from ear to ear.

Happy? Don’t lie to yourself, we both know he’ll run as fast as he can as soon as he discovers who you really are, the voice at the back of your head scoffed.

You took a deep breath and screwed your eyes shut in an attempt to chase away those dark thoughts.

Opening the door, you were met with the green-eyed man. You always find yourself wondering how he always manages to look handsome no matter what he was wearing. Like tonight, he traded his fancy suits with a black sweat vest on top of a white cotton t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts but still looked as ravishing as always. He looked outrageously handsome.

When your eyes finally met, he granted you with one of his bright smiles, those that never failed to make you feel the urge to squish his cheeks and pepper his face with kisses, before he stepped inside your apartment. You returned his smile opening your arms for him.

“It’s been a long week,” he murmured against your ear. “I missed you,” he added pressing his forehead against yours.

“I missed you too,” you responded caressing his jawline before your lips met. the kiss was soft and sweet, he always took his time to savor and take whatever you had to offer.

“You look beautiful,” he spoke before he caged you in and captured your lips for another kiss.

Unsure if it was his proximity and the feeling of the plush of his lips caressing yours or the unexpected compliment that made your heart pound against your chest. Either way, you loved it and wished for it to last forever. You wanted to remain in his arms for the rest of your life. So, you kissed him back and for the first time in years, you found yourself addressing a prayer. You prayed whoever was ready to listen to keep him by your side and never make you experience being abandoned again. You prayed for this feeling to remain unchanged.

Who are you fooling? We both know you are not meant to be happy. Happiness has no place in your life. He’ll hurt you. Just like the others, he’ll grow sick of the pathetic person that you are and leave you.

Wanting to silence the monsters in your head, you combed your fingers with his chestnut hair and deepened the kiss. Eren was here, holding you, kissing you and that’s all you needed to think about for now.

“What did you pick for tonight?” he inquired when you finally broke the kiss.

“Sweet November,” you replied following him to the living room. “What did you get this time?” You peeked into the paper bag he brought. “Oh, I love those.” You beamed when you saw his mother’s cookies.

“She made them for you,” he replied smiling.

“Really? Tell her I said thanks,” you responded shoving one cookie into your mouth before taking a place next to him on the couch. He idly wrapped an arm around your waist as you rested your head on his shoulder. “It’s one of my favorites,” you voiced when the movie started playing.

Half an hour later, he picked another cinnamon roll before he asked, “Those are good, where did you get them?”

“I made them,” you answered. “I remembered you mentioned you love…” you stopped midsentence when he crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was filled with something you couldn’t name, something you never experienced before this instant.

He tasted like cinnamon and cheese cream, a combination that earned a moan from you.

“Don’t do such adorable gestures without a warning,” he spoke in a deep voice. “Not if you don’t want my heart to explode,” he followed pulling you against his chest as you both laid down.

You buried your face in his chest indulging in the warm embrace of your boyfriend.

You were still finding it hard to believe that you and Eren were together. Because sometimes, it feels like all of this was nothing but the product of your wild and sick imagination. That, Eren never existed or that whatever you were having was just a mirage.

He is real, and he’s going to hurt you. They always do.

You fisted his shirt and squeezed your eyes shut, conjuring the voices to stop torturing you. you begged them to let you enjoy this moment.

Feeling his hand rubbing your back softly, you released your grip and pulled away. “Are you alright, love?” he inquired, genuine concern visible in his voice.

You nodded. “A little cold that’s all,” you lied.

He reached for the blanket behind him and wrapped it around you. he pressed his lips to your temple before looping his arms around you. you looked up at him before nuzzling his neck.

A soft smile broke through your face when you remembered the time he asked you out on an actual date.

It was a Saturday morning, Eren awakened to the feeling of you scratching his scalp gently. He released a satisfied sigh before he pulled you on top of him.

“Morning, beautiful,” he greeted in his raspy morning voice. His pet names never fail to make you feel giddy and smile like an idiot.

“Good morning,” you replied before your lips met.

A dozen minutes later, he cleared his throat, “So, are we ever gonna go out on a real date or are we just gonna keep on doing this?” his hands cupped your face before he asked, “Let me take you on a date.” his thumb traced mindless curves against your cheek.

After what felt like an eternity for him, you muttered an okay.

You left a couple of open-mouthed kisses on his neck and you let out a muffled thank you before you brought your attention back to the movie.

You watched the movie in silence except for the few times you commented or laughed about a scene.

In the end, he nestled his face in the crook of your neck and left a trail of soft pecks when he heard you cry.

You remained on the couch cuddling and talking about your respective weeks and your plans for the next one.

“When will you show me your painting,” he asked between two kisses.

“Not before I finish it.” your response made him groan.

“I might be able to help, give you some ideas,” he argued.

“You do remember what happened the last time I let you in?” you looked him in the eyes.

“That was not my fault,” he huffed.

“You spilled paint all over the place, how come this wasn’t your fault,” you pointed out.

“You shouldn’t have placed it there,” he shrugged.

“Besides, you’ll only distract me when I’m working.”

“No, I don’t,” he gasped.

“Yes, you do. you always… No, Eren… Don’t… Don’t tickle… Eren…” Your giggles filled the silent room and made Eren’s heart thrust against his chest.

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