#this is the only screenshot i got tonight before my game crashed :")

[theviridianbunny]

🔻The netwatch agent and araska's red rabbit🔻

Oтменяй (CANCEL) - X

[simstryingtheirbestok]

The save has gotten a little crashy-crashy since I finished the bachelorette challenge. I think I remember reading something years ago about how the more player-created Sims there were in a town, the less stable the save file became? Don't know if that's true but so far, my experience seems to support it.

This is the only screenshot I managed before it crashed on me tonight: Carlos on his way home from the bookstore, where he bought some guitar compositions. I have no idea why I felt this was noteworthy. Maybe I was only amused by the color.

Naturally, not long before it crashed, I had adjusted Saver to save the game less often.

Me: I'm tired of all these Saver interruptions! I have the patience of a mayfly on hour 23 of its 24-hour lifespan. I find the time it takes to save this stupid game to be the most intolerable 17 seconds of my life. Saving every 20 minutes is plenty. Hell, the default is 30. Game: [crashes 16 minutes after the last save] [and mere seconds after Carlos finally reached level 9 in guitar] ErrorTrap: Whoo shit, you really broke something this time. Have I ever got an xml file for you, doll! This is the good shit, see? Not like that plain-text mess your laptop tries to pass off as "exception reporting." Macbook: Hey, shut up? I worked really hard on that file. [generates six pages of passive-aggressive notes and one plaintive love sonnet to the ghost of Steve Jobs]

I am not moving them! I am not. I like Sunlit Tides. I like Undine's house. She's made a lot of friends in ST and established good relationships with the consignment store clerks. So I'll try to stick it out there as long as I can.

Once they get a decent amount of money saved (~10,000), I'd like to get them hitched and maybe send them on a little trip for a honeymoon. And then, future boarding school students babies! 😍

[cosmiclatte28]

Game On (Doyoung x reader) suggestive 🔞

You're laughing in your room as you tune into the instagram live Ten and Mark were holding. You staying in your own place tonight because Doyoung, your boyfriend, said his room is going to be fixed for a leak and that he will be coming to crash into your house. You don’t mind him sleeping in the small bed with you, instead you long for it. His schedule with NCT and his drama were tight back then and you've been sleeping alone with the thick blanket. So when he asked if he can crash into your house, you definitely say yes.

“Where are you?” you type a quick text to Doyoung when you realize the sky is already dark. His reply comes “Still with Mark, waiting for manager hyung to drive me to you.” “Mark is doing a live with Ten, duhh?” You roll your eyes and pop them wide when Doyoung in his fluffy domestic vibes come into the screen. Mark looks cute with his stubble and Doyoung looks so perfect in his favorite oversized white tee shirt that he refused to lend to you just because he said you won’t return it white aka maybe spilled something on it. You smile stupidly when Doyoung shows pictures of him and the members in the live to the fans. Though your focus is really only on his bare face and plushy lips. Ah doyoung with black messy hair, oversized tee, and bare face is just everything you need to survive another night.

“Okay, just pull your shirt up… your collar bone sweetie.. makes me want to eat you now.” You text him back and he grins before returning to see the camera and ignoring his now shown collarbone. You pout, is he intentionally teasing you? Or is he teasing the fans? You close the live, now too annoyed to see him and choose to scroll your feeds. Only then did you notice Doyoung posts a picture and a story. The pic looks nice, you smile as you realize Doyoung really knows his angle, unlike you who can’t pose for the camera. You click on the story and that's when you press your screen and quickly screenshot it before screaming on top of your lungs.

“Fuck you Doyoung, and your hottie neck.” You toss your phone to the bed and bury your face to a pillow, muffling your deadly scream of despair. Your phone rings and you shoot your head up, quickly fetching the call. “Honey-" he got cut off by your quick “What do you want from posting that hot story?” He freezes in the car seat, his intention to call you was to tell you he's already on his way to you but listening to your question earlier made him shudder. “Uh- I just post that, nothing is wrong.” His voice has a light shake You shake your head furiously from the other side of the call “No. It’s not fine Doyoung… did you know the damage your hot neck make to the world? The fans?” you exhale shakily “TO ME?! YOU BETTER COME HOME NOW.” That’s all you need to say before hanging up the call and jumping on your feet because oh dang you're so turned on by his neck.

Why in the world must he tease you with that picture? Why does he looks so inviting? Why does he have to be this hot? Why can’t you calm down?! Your wild mind makes you freeze on bed and you pull your knees to your chest. Rocking your body on the bed while waiting for the man who makes you jumpy come. The beeping on the door makes you perk your ears up and you run to greet him first thing first when the man you love comes into the room in the same attire you saw earlier. “Kiss me,” you said before launching yourself up to him and pressing your lips to his plump ones. Doyoung chuckles but swiftly picks you up so you can lock your legs on his waist. He moans when you pull off and aim for his weakest spot, the neck. “What made you this worked up?” the man in white asks you while bringing you to the sofa so he can sit. You bury your face more to the crook of his neck, hand playing with his hair while latching your lips slowly on his neck. Doyoung shakes when you softly lick his sensitive skin and nibble some bite. His fingers automatically grip on your waist and pulls you closer to him. You fix your body straddling him without giving him a chance to breathe. “Princess-" he calls your sweet pet name while pulling you away from him to look your eyes “let's move to the room.” He raises a brow asking your opinion

You blush suddenly feeling shy that you're so feral. Gosh you really just attack him here before he can even finish a sentence. Doyoung sees your blush and clears his throat before pushing your chin up so your eyes can meet his lusty gaze “Look at you,” his voice turns husky and deep. You quiver under his voice “Look at how desperate you are just because I post that story.” You curse under your breath, Doyoung really knows you and reads you like an open book. “Just so you know, that pic is intended for you sweetie,” now he switches the position by being the one ghosting his lips over your neck. Your breath hitched when he plants his lips and sucks on your skin strongly “What about we test and see who can make more marks tonight?” His challenging sexy smirk is there and your knees feel weaker. You nod your head and smirk back and lean into his ear. You nibble it for a second and whisper right next to him “Game on Daddy, your princess can be wild for you tonight.” His gaze turns into his dominant mode and with one gentle tap on your lips, he latches yours back and swiftly carries you to the room “Who's ready to wear turtleneck for spring?” He questions you while both of you undress

You scoff and roll your eyes “oh please daddy, I don’t have to cover them" you wink and Doyoung smiles “You're really the best princess I could ever ask and have. Love you honey. Now ready?” he stretches his neck to you and under the dim light with the thick sexual atmosphere you lick your lips before biting it “Ready.”

end

oh gosh i know am a terrible smut or suggestive writer, but here goes my mind when i first saw his pic

[sevenkittensinatrenchcoat]

Saw My Mutuals Doing a Hunger Games

So, I also messed around with the Hunger Games Simulator. I called it Macavity’s Jellicle Choice. Macavity managed to defeat Old Deuteronomy and decided that the next cat to ascend to the Heaviside Layer as to survive a Hunger Games. 23 cats just die. The 24th gets reborn.

I am so terrible with the simulator that I didn’t even have images for the characters, so I didn’t take many screenshots. Instead, I took notes of what happened.

We’ll begin at the end:

This is the only screenshot you’re getting. All of the nicknames I used are very stupid.

Here are the notes I took as I played this thing:

Content Warning: It’s a Hunger Games. Violence and Death. Also featuring my dark sense of humor.

Bloodbath

Pouncival and Plato fought over a bag, but Pouncival was too small to win that fight and ran away.

Tantomile Inventory: Shield x1

Jellylorum managed to scare Tugger away from the Cornucopia. Nobody was surprised by this.

Victoria Inventory: Bombs x5

Bombalurina Inventory: Shield x1

Munkustrap has made the Cornucopia into his base.

Rumpleteazer, Asparagus, and Grizabella got into a fight. I assume it must’ve been some sort of Emotional Ballad Competition, because Grizabella was victorious.

Etcetera Inventory: Canteen x1

Mungojerrie is hiding in the Cornucopia. Munkustrap knows this and is allowing it.

Day 1:

After all that “excitement” (The Bloodbath wasn’t that bloody tbh), there’s still much to be done.

George and Coricopat got into a fight, but it was just practice and they’re fine. George won, btw.

Pouncival has already managed to hurt himself will foraging for food.

Jemima Inventory: Hatchet x1 (The baby has plenty of sponsors, I assume.)

Bombalurina caught some fish, but that’s not that exciting.

Grizabella murdered Alonzo with a trident. I’m starting to become concerned by how good she is at killing people.

Tantomile just fell in a lake and drowned. Quite the anticlimax.

Allience! Electra, Cassandra, and Mistoffelees are on the prowl!

Tumblebrutus managed to scare Tugger into running away. I think “run away” is Tugger’s strategy at this point.

Munkustrap Inventory: Nameless Fruit x3

Jellylorum Inventory: Spear x1 (She made it herself. All those years of teaching kids crafts have paid off.)

Victoria beat Mungojerrie in a fight, but let him go because this was either a practice round or the announcer for the family-friendly TV station that airs The Hunger Games just claimed they were “fighting” in the bushes.

Etcetera Inventory: Canteen x1, Food Item x1 (Thank you, sponsor! …Okay, it was me.)

Mass Funeral 1:

RIP Rumpleteazer. (Lean Lynx) Her ballad wasn’t angst enough.

RIP Asparagus. (No Fuss 2 Pronounce) He just wanted to play Growltiger.

RIP Alonzo. (True Himbo) That was kind of pathetic.

RIP Tantomile. (She Psych) Your death was so boring.

Night 1:

Serial Killer Grizabella got Electra.

Plato became Enemy Number 1 for some unknown reason and he was hunted down by Coricopat, Tumblebrutus, Tugger, Jenny, and Munkustrap.

Remember how Pouncival injured himself? He got pricked with tiny thorns and bled out a few hours later.

Etcetera just screamed for help AND IF SOMEONE DOESN’T HELP HER I SWEAR TO GOD-

Some strange archery accident involved Victoria, Skimble, and Cassandra occurred. Cassandra’s dead now.

Jellylorum isn’t dead, but she’s unconscious, so someone should really look into that.

Misto and Jemima are snuggling!

Bombalurina stabbed George and left him to die. A bit harsh.

Demeter and Mungojerrie have been spotted holding hands. These two Macavity survivors have turned to each other for emotional support.

Day 2:

Allience! Jerrie, Victoria, Coricopat, Misto, and Munkustrap are on the prowl!

Serial Killer Grizabella is stalking Jemima! Luckily, she hasn’t got a chance to kill her.

Skimble stabbed Tugger.

Etcetera has found her mom. Jellylorum has kept her safe for the day.

Demeter Inventory: First Aid Kit x1 (From a sponsor)

Jennyanydots Inventory: First Aid Kit x1 (From a sponsor, cleverly giving medical supplies to someone who might be able to help everyone. Hopefully, no more kittens will end up like Pouncival.)

Mass Funeral 2:

RIP Electra (Book and Bell): She didn’t expect Grizabella to go so insane so quickly.

RIP Plato (Not Too Big): He was played by the same actor as Macavity, so maybe the mob got mixed up.

RIP Pouncival (Can Do Handstand): He died from a boo-boo.

RIP Cassandra (Pharaohs’s Girl): I’m still not sure wtf just happened.

RIP George (Could Be Admetus): I almost completely forgot about him, but the audience will remember.

RIP Tugger (Tugs): Skimble took their rivalry too far.

So, that was a massacre…

Night 2:

Coricopat just randomly died from thirst. Remember that Tantomile drowned. One twin died from too little water, and the other from too much.

Victoria is having nightmares. Just thought you should know.

Jerrie, Skimble, Grizabella, and Demeter have set up camp together. After everything that’s happened, sharing a camp with Grizabella sounds like a terrible idea, but everyone’s under a lost of stress and not thinking clearly.

Misto has built a shelter and Jenny is allowed inside. Good choice of ally.

Jemima tried to sing herself to sleep. Poor baby…

Munk killed Jelly with a poison dart. It was quite brutal. I don’t think he meant it that way, but the game only ends after most of them are dead.

Bombalurina has begun to question her sanity. I think this question applies to nearly everyone.

Etcetera, after possibly witnessing Munk kill Jelly, appears to have snapped. She hacked Tumblebrutus to pieces with a weapon that I didn’t even know she had.

Day 3:

Stalking Jemima was a bad choice. Serial Killer Grizabella now as a sprained ankle.

Allience! Victoria, Jenny, Misto, and Jerrie are on the prowl!

Munk died from thirst, and possibly from guilt.

Bomba and Skimble are friends for today.

Etcetera Inventory: Food Item x1 (Sponsor. I had to do something)

Mass Funeral 3:

RIP Coricopat (He Psych): His death matched up with his twin’s.

RIP Jellylorum (Bitches Be Jelly): That was really fucked up.

RIP Tumblebrutus (Fliptastic): He was probably in the wrong place at the wrong time.

RIP Munkustrap (Fearless Leader): At the end of the day, he couldn’t kill his family.

Night 3:

Etcetera is gazing at the stars, looking for a Dead Parent-Shaped Constellation.

Victoria managed to defeat Serial Killer Grizabella, but she let her go.

Jerrie and Jemima are snuggling! I think he might’ve adopted her. Normally, that would be Skimble’s job, but…

Demeter found those poison darts Munk was using and killed Skimble with one of them.

Meanwhile, because everyone’s parents are dying tonight, Misto shot Jenny. I think he might’ve planned it. The Hunger Games brings out the worst in everybody, sooner or later.

Feast!

Smart Cats Who Stayed the Fuck Out of It: Mistoffelees and Demeter

Bomba just grabbed some food and ran for it, so she’s also pretty smart.

Etcetera’s nervous breakdown continues. She killed Victoria in an ambush, not caring who she was killing at this point.

Serial Killer Grizabella managed to behave when she ran into Jerrie and Jemima. They grabbed their stuff and left.

Day 4:

Misto is ready to die, but Jemima won’t kill him and Jerrie went out to hunt, so he’s not there to do it for her.

Grizabella died of dysentery. This isn’t even a joke.

EVENT: Tsunami (Later to be Dubbed “The Tsunami of Tears”)

Survivors: Mistoffelees, Mungojerrie, and Demeter

Little Etcetera got swept away. Bomba and Jemima both sort of crashed into each other, leaving them stunned for long enough to drown.

We just lost all of our kittens :,(

Mass Funeral 4:

RIP Jennyanydots (Mouse Mother): Misto betrayed her, but she probably didn’t mind.

RIP Skimbleshanks (Railway Cat): I’d like to propose a ban on poison darts.

RIP Victoria (Little White Cat): Another kitten in the wrong place at the wrong time.

RIP Grizabella (Cat Who Sings Memory): She died of dysentery.

RIP Etcetera (Little Tiger Cub): *wails*

RIP Bombalurina (Whittington’s Friend): She played very pragmatically, but lost from last-minute bad luck.

RIP Jemima (Sillababy): *wails louder*

Night 4:

After all the bullshit they’ve been through, the three survivors just decide to duel each other to the death now. Misto defeats Jerrie and Demeter. None of them were trying very hard.

Anyway, Mistoffelees won. I didn’t rig this so my favorite would win. I don’t know how one rigs a Hunger Games Simulator. I would’ve preferred to save a kitten.

If it isn’t obvious by now:

Mean Minx: Mungojerrie

Leading Lady: Demeter

Pied Piper’s Assistant: Mistoffelees

So, that’s what I did on this fine Tuesday morning.

Hunger Games Idea Inspired by: @fluffytuffles and @0zzysaurus​

I didn’t use the same template, but I wouldn’t have thought to do the thing if my mutuals didn’t start it.

As for the backstory I set up before hand, Mistoffelees magically kicked Macavity’s ass and rescued Old Deuteronomy. They figured out that it was all a magical nightmare Macavity had sent to torment the tribe. Misto’s magic allowed him to fight the nightmare for the longest. Demeter and Jerrie and also built up some Macavity resistance over time. Everyone who came close to winning had slightly higher Macavity resistance for one reason or another.

Anyway, they all woke up from the nightmare and everyone was actually fine.

The End

[puckinghell]

The Plus One Pact | William Nylander | Part 4

Summary: Your ex is getting married, and you don’t have a date, which means the unavoidable “why don’t you have a boyfriend” question is about to haunt you for the rest of eternity. But then there’s Will, who could be the answer to all your problems. A simple business pact, no feelings involved: that won’t be hard for you, because you really don’t like him anyways. Except pacts were made to be broken… or something. Right?

Note: This is part 4. Click here for part 1 | part 2 | part 3

--

You don’t know how it happens.

Okay, you kinda do.

One night, you get a text from Will that’s just a screenshot of a very strongly worded email to a certain balloon company, and then three crying-from-laughter emojis.

Still not funny!!! you text back, and you expect not to hear from Will again until the wedding.

You’re wrong. When he texts you again the next day, asking how you work was, you figure it would be rude not to answer, and then when the phone rings late one night, you worry something is wrong, so you answer that, too.

“What was your day like?” Will’s voice is quiet and timid when he asks, and you take it you’re not gonna talk about that awful game they just had, so you talk to him about your day for an hour until his voice is lighter and he’s laughing again.

It starts happening more and more, and before you really realize it, it’s weird when you haven’t heard from Willy in a day.

To be truthful, it turns out Zach was right; as he usually is, which you would rather die than tell him. 

But Will is different when it’s just you two, and your favorite moments with him are when he calls after games and his voice is laced with sleep and you can nearly hear the smile through his voice when he asks you about your day. Everything about him is muted, then, but it feels real, and important, somehow.

You even learn to appreciate how annoyingly chipper he is, because sometimes you really do need someone to just laugh at your bad mood until it goes away.

You also learn that, like you expected on the plane to Calgary, Will keeps his head high but it’s mostly a facade. Comments get to him, especially when they’re about his hockey – “that’s the only thing I was supposed to be good at” he jokes one time, and you wanna hit him over the head with his hockey stick until he understands that that’s not true – and he takes everything personal, although he tries not to show it.

Everything you didn’t like about him, you find out, is something you either got wrong about him or learned to appreciate.

And there’s so much more to like about him, too.

One night, after a really bad day at work, you have a fight with your sister about Noah’s stupid wedding. 

“Why are you so against coming?” your sister says, a little too aggressive. “Surely you aren’t still in love with him? He’s happy with Betty, Y/N.” 

Of course you’re not still in love with Noah, but it hurts that she can’t just accept that you don’t wanna go. That she can’t take your side in this, even if she doesn’t know the full story. She should trust that you’re not being difficult for no reason.

And you can’t help yourself; it’s late and you know Will just got done with his game, and he’s all the way in Carolina but you call him anyway.

He answers almost immediately.

“Y/N?” he asks, and he sounds surprised. It’s to be expected, because he’s almost always the one calling you, but it stings a little, nonetheless.

“Uhm, hi.” You pause. “Is it… okay that I called?”

“Of course. Always.” Will sounds truthful, so you decide to take his word for it.There’s no more extra space in your brain to worry about that, as well. 

“Congrats on the game.”

“Thanks.” You hear Willy’s grin. “I’ve told Zachy we’re both very proud of him for that OT winner.” There’s an indignant huff next to him that sounds a lot like Zach and you figure they’re still on the bus, where Willy usually sits with Kappy or Zach.

It’s quiet, then Willy’s voice, treading very carefully: “Is something wrong? You don’t sound too happy.” There’s some stumbling and you can almost see how Willy must be elbowing Zach away from the phone, because Zach is basically an overprotective dad whenever he hears anyone isn’t doing well.

But Willy… Willy isn’t like that, but he sounds worried anyway, and he sounds gentle like he’s trying to calm you down, and suddenly you’re telling him everything: about the day you’ve had and your job that sucks and that you’re worried about the wedding and why can’t your family just trust you, for once, and what if this all isn’t worth it just to keep your family happy?

When you’re done, Willy’s voice is soothing. The background noise has disappeared. Maybe the bus has stopped.

“It’s worth it,” is what he says. “You know it’s worth it.”

You sigh. It’s annoying still that he’s usually right.

“I just don’t want to deal with it anymore.”

“And tonight you don’t have to.” There’s a sudden noise and then Will cursing. “Fuck, sorry, hold on, I’m trying to open this stupid hotel door…” More crashing and banging, and then Willy’s voice reappears. “Tonight you don’t have to deal with anything, okay? We can FaceTime and watch a movie together.”

And that… That actually sounds really nice, and like it doesn’t require any brain power which is good because you have none of that left anyway.

“Hey, what’s your favorite take out food?”

It’s such a random question, out of the blue, and when you tell him that, the blurry FaceTime screen can’t hide his eye roll.

“It’s just something friends are supposed to know about each other, now tell me.”

“Sushi when I’m feeling fancy,” you say, “or pizza when I need comfort food.”

You can’t even pretend to be that surprised when a massive pizza shows up at your door 30 minutes later.

You hate that it nearly brings tears to your eyes, but after the day you’ve had…

“Thank you, Willy,” you mumble, and there’s something soft to his look when he smiles at you.

“What are friends for?” he asks, and you realize you don’t even mind that he’s declared himself your friend, now.

A few weeks ago, you would’ve disputed it. But now, you find yourself kinda wishing it could be more.

--

What are friends for is apparently your motto now, and it’s all a little strange as you get into the car, your fanciest, most beautiful dress and highest heels on.

“You look great,” Zach says. He’s wearing a suit and his hair is slicked back, the way it always is when he’s really trying.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” you reply, a little grumpily. “I hate team events.”

“I never did understand why.” Zach starts the car and backs out of your driveway. You’ve been told Alannah is going to the venue straight from work, and Willy had an appointment and couldn’t come get you, which is why you’re in the car with Zach, now.

“Because I don’t fit in there.” It’s the honest answer, but it’s obviously not the whole story. The whole story is that those events are filled with beautiful women, and you never feel quite up to par; like you snuck into a place you’re not welcome, not supposed to be welcome, either. But Zach wouldn’t get that. Willy wouldn’t get that either.

And you just couldn’t come up with an excuse fast enough, not when he said: “But Y/N, it’s for charity.”

It would not matter to the charity, of course, if you didn’t come. But Willy had looked so hopeful, and then he’d pulled out the final card: “It’s gonna be way more fun with you there by my side.”

And now you’re wearing a dress appropriate for a charity gala, which means you’ve never felt more uncomfortable in anything in your life, and your feet already hurt from your heels, and this was such a bad idea, God.

“You know,” Zach says, and his tone tells you this conversation is going somewhere you don’t want it to go. “Willy doesn’t like these events either. It means a lot to him that you’re coming for support.”

You nearly roll your eyes. “Willy charmed the socks off every person at my boss’ wedding, Zachy. He really doesn’t need my support for these kinda things.”

Zach’s face stays stoic. “Yeah, but nobody at that wedding knew him.”

“So?” you frown. “That should only be a disadvantage, considering he’s William Nylander.”

Zach laughs, then. “Still haven’t figured it out, then? I’m disappointed in you, Y/N. I thought you were good at reading people.”

“Hey!” you react, offended. You are good at reading people. It’s one of the things you pride yourself on. “If you know it all so well, why don’t you just tell me?”

Zach sighs. “Willy doesn’t like these events anymore because he is William Nylander, as you say it, and that’s not really a popular name in Leafs territory, right now.”

And, oh.

That.

“I did realize he cares a lot more about what people think than I thought he did.” You pause. “More than he should, probably.”

“Definitely.” Zach’s face has that protective big brother vibe about it, again. You used to not understand, why he always looked like that when people were talking shit about Willy.

You get it, now.

“There’s always plenty more people telling him he’s great, than there are people sending him snarky looks,” Zach continues. “But he never really believes any compliments he gets, so that doesn’t help.”

Suddenly, you realize something.

You’ve never really… complimented Willy? Even when you realized he cared more than he let on, you still just assumed he knew how great he was. Sometimes, he kinda fishes for something – “Did you see my goal?” “How about my cooking abilities?” “I know how to pick a good movie, right?” – but you’d always laughed and chirped him for it.

“If your head gets any bigger, it’ll explode.”

And Willy is always complimenting you; he tells you you look great all the time, even when you decidedly dont’t, but he clearly remembered what you told him about Noah because that’s never the only thing he compliments you about.

He tells you how smart you are, “I like how good you are with animals”, how any food you make is the best thing he’s ever eaten, if only everyone was as lovely as you.

You feel guilty, now. If Willy is your friend, you’ve really not been doing such a good job at being his friend, too.

You’re fixing that tonight, you decide right then and there.

“I’ll make him believe it,” you tell Zach, and it comes out sounding vaguely threatening.

Zach laughs. “Thought you didn’t like him?”

“Maybe he’s not as bad as I thought he was,” you admit, and you don’t tell Zach how much you really, really do like Willy, but you think Zach kinda knows anyway. 

Will meets you at the door, where Alannah is also waiting for Zach. He smiles at you, eyes soft.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” He quickly presses his lips to your temple, which is a new development that you don’t really know how to handle.

But Will is a tactile guy, anyway, so you’re sure you shouldn’t read too much into it.

You see Zach’s raised eyebrow, and suddenly remember – fine, maybe you’d forgotten your objective for a second because Will looks really hot in that suit, but you’re back on track now.

“You look beautiful too, Will.”

Willy’s eyes widen and a flush creeps up on his cheek, but before he can answer you grab his hand and pull him into the building.

It’s a fancy, really expensive hotel, where the gala is being held. It’s filled to the brim with people, a few of which you recognize, most of which you don’t.

“That chandelier must be worth more than our entire house,” Alannah mutters, and you’re glad to see it’s affecting her too, although she’s been to these events many times.

Zach laughs. “With a puppy in the house, aren’t you glad we don’t have any furniture that costs more than our mortgage?”

“Do you want a drink?” Will’s lips are close enough to your ear to hear him over the noise of the crowd and the music in the background, and also close enough to feel his hot breath against your neck. It takes everything in you not to shiver.

Maybe you do need a drink. Or ten.

Willy and Zach go to get the drinks and Alannah leads you to where some of the other WAGs are. Steph is the only one you know and she hugs you as soon as she sees you coming, then introduces you to the rest.

“So, you’re with Will, huh?” she asks, eyebrows waggling.

You were expecting that question, but maybe not so soon into the evening.

“Uhm,” you cough, “not really. Just his plus one for tonight.”

“Sure,” Steph says, and she looks like she doesn’t believe you at all.News always travels fast in the WAGs group, and Alannah is looking a little guilty.

You find you don’t mind so much, that they think that you’re together. Although you really don’t wanna think about why you don’t mind. 

When Willy finds you, Kappy and his girlfriend are with him, and the four of you make your rounds throughout the room, talking to any sponsor that seems interested in a conversation. Mostly you just stand there while Willy talks, his hand on your back as if he’s scared you’re gonna run off.

“I always thought this would be a lot of work,” you mumble in Willy’s ear, when you’re between conversation partners. “But I really only have to stand here and look pretty.”

Willy grins. “Seems like it comes natural to you.”

Right. You kinda forgot about the compliments again.

You shrug, lean a little closer until you’re basically pressed into his side. It feels a little too right, maybe, how quickly Will’s arm wraps around your waist.

“You’re really good at talking to these people.” You’re talking pretty loudly, but you’re pretty sure Will is the only one that can hear you over the noise. “The second you open your mouth, people are so charmed by you. I think you could make anyone love you.”

Willy’s eyes flash to the floor, and they stay fixed there as he mumbles something that sounds a lot like another “uhm”.

His cheeks are flushed red, and you’re saved from having to deal with that as Auston appears, eyes wild and jaw tense.

“I’m being stalked,” he hisses. “This old white dude literally won’t leave me alone even for a second. He’s been following me around for an hour. Help.”

Willy bursts into giggles, which is probably not very helpful, and the betrayal on Auston’s face is enough to make you feel bad for him.

“Come on,” you say, grabbing his arm, “let’s go hide behind the bar.”

--

It’s easier than you thought it would be, to get through the evening. In fact, when Will asks you if you’re ready to go, you hadn’t even noticed it had become so late.

You say goodbye to the few people you know and gratefully accept Willy’s offer to drive you home.

The car ride is silent. It’s not awkward, but the air is heavy with something, and you curse yourself for all those times you wished Willy would just shut up, because now he has and you hate every second of it.

Did your compliments freak him out? Did he regret asking you to come?

“So,” Will finally says, as he stops in front of a traffic light. He’s not looking at you, keeping his gaze firmly on the road ahead of him. “That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

“Zach told me you don’t like these events,” you try, carefully. You’ve never had to pull something out of Will, force him to open up; he’s always just kinda done it, from the very moment you met him, shared parts of himself with you that you never had to search for.

For you, who’s never learned how to not keep something hidden, that was maybe the thing that unnerved you about him the most.

“I like doing things for charity,” Will answers, and you can tell he’s picking his words carefully. “But I don’t like people looking at me as if I’m some kinda disappointment who doesn’t belong there.”

“Have they ever said anything?”

“No.” Will smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes and there’s a hint of sadness laced in it. “Not to my face, anyway. But I’m not stupid, you know.”

No, he’s not stupid. For all the conflicting thoughts you’ve had about him, you never thought he was stupid.

And you never thought he was a bad contract, either. It seems imperative, suddenly, that he knows that.

“Willy,” you say softly, and although his eyes are still on the road, you know he’s paying attention. “You can’t seriously believe that you’re anything but an amazing hockey player. You’re worth that contract and you’re worth the effort Dubas put into keeping you here. You’re so smart, and I know people don’t always see it but you work so hard, and Matts was so happy when you got back on his line because he knew you would be magic together.”

Will’s cheeks are red but this time, he’s not mumbling when he says: “I know I haven’t been playing as well as I can.”

“Stop,” you tell him, softly but forcefully. “Stop deflecting, stop dodging. Just take the compliment and believe me when I say you’re great at what you do.”

“That’s very nice of you,” he says, his voice a bit shaky, and that’s a different kind of deflecting but it’s still deflecting, and it’s hurting your heart.

“William Nylander,” you scold, and then you do what you’ve been wanting to do this entire evening and let yourself reach out and put a hand on his knee. “Just accept the compliment.”

Willy carefully reaches down to grab your hand, intertwines your fingers together as he lets both your hands rest on his thigh. He’s holding the steering wheel with one hand, but he’s driving pretty slowly and the roads are deserted, so you’re not too worried.

You’re more worried about the fact that he just doesn’t believe you.

“You’re a great hockey player,” you repeat, stubbornly. “And a great person.”

Finally Willy allows himself to smile, this small, rueful thing that sticks somewhere deep inside your chest, folds up next to your heart like it’s gonna stay there forever.

“Thank you,” he says, and maybe he still doesn’t really believe it but this is as far as you’re gonna get tonight and maybe that’s okay.

You’ve got time.

The car has reached your flat and Will parks it in your driveway. It’s quiet, and he hasn’t let go of your hand, and you kinda don’t want him to.

The night is over, probably.

But there’s still one thing you need to tell him, though. “It doesn’t matter, Will,” you say softly. “What those people think. It doesn’t matter.”

“No,” Willy agrees, and for the first time you can tell he believes it. “But it matters what you think.”

He finally turns to look at you and there’s so many emotions swirling in the deep blue of his eyes, but you can’t really put your finger on any of them. All you know is your heart is beating in your throat, and you really want to kiss him.

But Willy still looks a little sad, and you have a feeling there’s something he’s not saying.

“I told you I think you’re great,“ you tell him, and it’s the truth.

“But you didn’t, before.” Will hesitates. “I told you I’m not stupid. I know when people find me annoying.” He shrugs. “I get it. I know I can be too much.”

And God, there’s so much hurt in that, so much pain and yet understanding, and you can tell he truly believes that, and you would do anything to take that away from him.

Anything.

So.

“I didn’t like you,” you admit, but when Will goes to pull back his hand, you simply hold on tighter. “I was wrong. I didn’t know you, and I was wrong. Now I know you. And I like you.” You inhale, pause. “I like you so much I don’t really know what to do with myself, sometimes.”

It’s quiet. You can nearly see the wheels turning in Willy’s head as he searches your face for something; something to tell him you’re not being truthful, maybe, that it doesn’t mean what he thinks it does.

If that’s what he’s looking for, he won’t find it. 

Then he drops your hand, jumps out of the car and slams the door.

Disappointment and hurt washes over you; you knew you had to try, had to put your heart out there, but it hurts that it’s smashed into pieces like that. Clearly you read it wrong, clearly you still don’t know how to tell what Willy’s feeling.

Except then your door opens, and Willy is holding out his hand.

“Come on,” he says, and his voice sounds… fond? You don’t know exactly what to think about it, but he doesn’t sound angry, or upset.

Against better judgement, you grab his hand and get out of the car.

“I have to tell you something,” Will says. And, there’s no way that he’s doing what you think he’s doing, but his hands are suddenly traveling up, one reaching to cup your cheek, the other settling on your waist. His eyes are staring into yours intently, and they’re twinkling but it’s not the same mischievous twinkle you’re used to seeing.

“I really like you, too,” Willy says, and he leans in and presses his lips against yours.

For a split second, you stand there, not quite knowing what just happened, but then his hand tightens on your hip and you realize that this is real, this is happening, and Will’s kissing you.

So you kiss back. You let your body lean heavy against the car, place your hands on his biceps and pull him closer, until his chest is flush against yours. The kiss deepens, and you swear you can feel your heartbeat synching up with his.

The night is dark, and quiet, and it rains a little, but you feel none of it.

All you feel is Will, surrounding you, and everything is beautiful and exactly the way it’s supposed to be.

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Drummer!Cal

-is very thoughtful in interviews. Always engages theories and questions and anything about production. Takes his time to consider the process for the music and the fact that several writers are at the table in the band and it’s not so much about getting every idea out perfectly the first time but about collaborating and making every idea the best version of itself. 

-However, comma, the second Calum steps out onto that stage and climbs onto the riser and his foot is thumping away at the bass drum, it’s all over. He literally becomes an animal on the drums. One show, he breaks not just one, not two, but three drumsticks. The guys make a joke that all the tour budget is going towards replacement sticks. 

-The thing is, on stage, Calum’s not really Calum. It is Calum, but it’s not Calum. His awareness is different. All he can think about is the music, the thump under his feet and the sticks in his hand. Literally nothing else matters. Doesn’t matter if he dropped his sandwich that day on the walk back to the bus. Doesn’t matter if he got lost exploring the city and missed ten minutes of sound check. Doesn’t matter if in the middle of FaceTiming or video chatting with his S.O. that his laptop dies and it takes him nearly ten minutes to find the charger again. Nope, none of that matters on that riser, on that stool, during the set. 

-A lot of photos of Calum drumming of him smiling. Hard. The eye crinkles are out in full effect and he’s just so damn happy to be playing music with his bros. Videos will show him almost dancing on the drum stool, swaying along as his biceps bulge beneath the sleeves of his shirt. 

-Speaking of shirts, they don’t last long. Calum got too excited once, caught the arm of long sleeved shirt on one of the bolts to his drum kit and there went that long sleeve tee shirt into a muscle tee. Ocassionally, Calum opts for a mesh shirt while performing. Yes, that mesh shirt. 

-Back to performing, he gets into it into it. Calum will stand from the stood, sticks in hand, mic pressed to his lips, pointing out to the crowd, “You’re not loud enough for me tonight. I need you to scream!” And the crowd, roars. It’s still not loud enough, so with his index finger and middle finger he motions for the crowd to get enough louder. They do. “Nah, nah, nah, I said I want you guys to scream for me tonight!” Calum won’t let a crowd off the hook until he’s positive someone’s lost a voice in the crowd. 

-Even though Calum is mostly smiley on stage, a few interesting pictures surface, mostly from the tour diaries. A drum cam is set up and Calum plays to it all the time, pointing with his fingers or stick. He’ll turn to it, tongue out, rocking out to the song. The screenshots float around after every show of anyone get the famous Calum photo drumming: Calum, standing from the stool, pointing to the crowd, two fingers motioning with his tongue out. It happens at least once a show. Always more though. 

-And then in interviews, if he’s asked about what fuels his performance style and if they comment on the energy levels being different, Calum usually responds with, “Shows are different. People came out to have a good time, to have some fun. I want to make sure they had a good time and had some fun with me that’s all. In interviews it’s more relaxed.”

-If his S.O. visits while he’s on tour, he always tries to get them to settle down on the stool and give the drums a whirl. “Oh, you can do it, I know you can.” And they give it a whirl, always because it’s Calum with those big brown eyes that look like the night could swallow them up and they’d happily go into that good night. And as Calum hangs back, teaching them a thing or two, he plants a kiss to their cheek. And maybe sticks get forgotten and hands explore bodies under t-shirt until someone bumps up against the symbols and the crash sounds and the drum lesson ends for the day. 

-Backstage before a show, Calum’s running drills on his pad, along the wall, on the cases of their clothes and even he knows how annoying it is, so he always steps out from the room to do it. Literally everyone is like, by god my dude, it’s your instrument no one’s mad. But to be honest, Calum likes the alone time. It kind of reminds him of right before a big football game, his blood would thump in his veins and he’d find himself floating. But not in a spacey way, like he was losing focus, but floating from everyday Calum who doesn’t talk much, keeps quiet into the man that shines on stage that’s an animal on the drums, that’s completely transformed--a showoff, cocky. But through it all, Calum knows it can go at any moment. He can blink and it’s all done. So he tries to make each show unique. He tries to make each show worth coming too. 

-There’s nothing better than looking out at the crowd, singing back the words you wrote, jamming out to progression and chords and beat that you made. And the sight almost always produces a tear or two in Calum. Because, godamn he’s so goddamn lucky to be doing this with his life. And he never wants to take it for granted. And sure whenever he gets a moment to talk during a set or joke with the audience, he makes a joke about how his skills aren’t that great and that he’s blessed to see such a full crowd. And it happens, without fail, at every show because at every show, Calum is floored at the outpouring of love and support by fans. 

-People compliment Calum about his drumming and the joke about all the ripped sleeves/shirts, about the times halfway through a set he’s quickly shedded his shirt and let all see the tattoos and sweat glisten down a toned chest, and Calum always turns blushy. He accepts the compliment and dodges it all at the same time. And though him and Ashton joke about the rhythm section holding the whole band together, Calum is quick to offer praise to Luke and Michael as well. Because he knows without his other three brothers, Calum alone, as the drummer, is nothing but noise. He is a storm alone on a sea if Ashton, Luke, and Michael aren’t there playing and writing alongside him. He’s grateful for the three of them. 

-And when the stage hand leads him up to the riser in the dark, only the light of the flashlight in hand, guiding them, Calum lets himself go. The wood in his hands and between his fingers feel like extensions of himself and with one hand on the stage hands back, they go-half jogging together towards the drum riser, the stoll, the crowd waiting eagerly and maybe even desperately for them, for him that night. They run towards paradise. And the thing about paradise is that it don’t always last forever, but as long as it happens, is all that matters. 

@notinthesameguey @calumscalm @pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles

Works Cited Page

H, A Collection of the Muse, 2020.

A Happy Bub, 2018. 

[artificialqueens]

Justify My Love (Gigi x Jan) - Joley

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It had started out as a completely innocuous comment during Untucked. Jackie and Jan had been talking about their time going out to bars and clubs in Manhattan, and more specifically, how Jan approached dating and hooking up when he was single.

“I swear, Jan has like a sixth sense, a bottom superpower or something. She can, without fail, always pick out the tops in a crowd. Sometimes it’s top-leaning verses, but it’s still a talent,” Jackie was saying with Jan nodding happily in agreement.

The other queens looked at her with curiosity. “So what about here? Are your top senses tingling?” Crystal asked curiously.

“Not with you,” Jan retorted with a laugh. “I mean I know Jaida is, I got those vibes from Nicky too, and obviously we have Miss Dom Top Girl Bye over here,” she gestured to Heidi. “Um… Yeah, am I forgetting anyone?”

Gigi cleared her throat pointedly, and Jan looked at her with sincere surprise. “What? Don’t look at me like that. I prefer topping. Is it that surprising?”

Jan strummed her fingers against her glass. “I mean… kinda, especially after I throttled you across the set. Honestly, you give off more ‘bossy bottom’ vibes, like Jackie.”

“Hey!” Jackie chimed in with a laugh.

“You know it’s true,” Jan cooed before redirecting her attention to Gigi. “No but really, if you’re a top, you’re a top. The sixth sense isn’t foolproof.”

The conversation tapered off after that, but the whole exchange was stewing with Gigi, who was simply unsatisfied with the result. It shouldn’t have continued to nag at her the way it did. It shouldn’t have still been lingering when they were nearing the end of the last episode. “Do I really give off bottom vibes?” she asked Jackie.

Jackie looked at her, perplexed. In the time since, she’d completely forgotten the exchange until Gigi jogged her memory. “Are you talking about what Jan said?”

“Yeah…”

“I guess I get what she meant. You can sometimes come off a little bratty, could be where she drew that conclusion,” she shrugged. “Is that really still bothering you?”

Gigi shifted uncomfortably. “It’s just that it’s totally inaccurate!” she insisted.

Jackie furrowed her brows. “Why are you so concerned with what Jan thinks?” She studied Gigi’s reaction – the red face, the averted gaze – she only had one conclusion to draw. “Do you… have a crush on Jan?” She didn’t let the younger queen answer. “Oh my god, you do! That’s so cute!” She cupped her face. “Aw, my sweet baby Geege,” she cooed.

Gigi swatted her hands away. “Knock it off, I don’t need that shit spreading around. Doesn’t she have a boyfriend, anyway?”

The enthusiasm immediately left Jackie’s face. She felt bad for not having thought about that, and embarrassed, considering all the double dates they’d been on. “Right, right, sorry. But hey, don’t get too down about it. Stranger things have happened.”

–––

Gigi had thought her feelings would dissipate with time. They weren’t around each other all the time, she was constantly busy. It should be out of sight, out of mind, right? And maybe it might’ve been the case, if it weren’t for the fateful text she got from Jaida one November night.

‘Did Jackie tell you Jan and her boyfriend broke up?’

Of course Jaida found out from Jackie, she thought. ‘No, when did that happen?’

‘A few days ago, Jan’s crashing on Jackie’s couch until she can lock down a new place. Said she’s been busy helping or she’d tell you herself. Apparently it’s important that you know.’

Gigi turned red at that, hiding her face in her pillows and letting out a groan until she could collect herself. ‘Did she say anything else?’

‘Yeah: I told you so’

She rolled her eyes. “I told you so,” she mocked to herself. Leave it to Jackie to be a gossip and a know-it-all. Still, the next thing she did was check her calendar, hoping she would be in New York sometime very soon.

As it turned out, ‘very soon’ ended up being about ten days. And Gigi thought that was enough time, especially if she did decide to do anything. But even though there was a part of her trying to talk himself out of it, the rest of her had been drowned in the same feelings she had on set, and she knew that crush hadn’t dissipated in the slightest.

It didn’t help that most of Jan’s instagram feed was post-breakup thirst trap pictures. It had caught Gigi off guard, but she certainly wasn’t complaining, nor was she planning on deleting the screenshots of those photos from her phone anytime soon. Beyond that, she refused to show even the slightest drop of nerves when she got to New York. She was going to be the confident Gigi Goode everyone knew and nothing less. And she was going to make certain Jan knew exactly how much of a top she was by the time she went back to Los Angeles.

Once in the hotel, Gigi took a quick shower and changed into a clean outfit that was far more fashionable than the sweats and oversized hoodie she’d arrived in. After writing and rewriting a text a few times, she asked Jan if she wanted to go out to a club, and to her relief, she got an enthusiastic ‘yes’ in reply.

Gigi was expecting to meet Jan at the club, but just as she finished getting ready, he got a text from Jan asking for her hotel room number.

“Hey, I missed you!” Jan greeted warmly when Gigi opened the door. She hugged her tightly, liking the way the other queen seemed to melt into his arms.

“I missed you too. How’ve you been?” Gigi asked as she ushered her inside. “You’re all settled into the new place, right?”

Jan nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I have. It’s the first time I’m living alone and… honestly, it’s freeing. It’s nice, but a little lonely,” she admitted.

Gigi nodded and sat beside her. “Well, you won’t be lonely while I’m here. I’m going to annoy you incessantly until you’re ready to dropkick me back to LA,” she nudged him lightly.

“You could never annoy me,” Jan cooed and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. “Well… maybe not never, but I’m still happy you’re here.”

Gigi had forgotten how physically affectionate Jan was, it had been a bit jarring at first. She had grown up with everyone keeping themselves at arms length, and normally that was how she liked things. But Jan was a hugger, a kisser, everything Gigi normally couldn’t stand, but somehow Jan was the exception. “I’m happy I’m here too.”

“And…” Jan pulled back to reach into his bag, “I thought we could do a little pregaming before we go out,” she set the bottle of vodka and cans of soda she’d gotten from the vending machine on the table.

“You’re the best,” she grinned as they fixed themselves drinks. “Cheers, to not being lonely tonight,” and they clinked their plastic cups and took long sips.

Jan took another sip and sat back down. “What’ve you been up to? Still a top?” she teased.

Gigi bit back a grin, this was just the segue she’d been hoping for. “I sure am. Still doubting me?”

“That really stuck with you, huh?” Jan chuckled. “I thought I saw it get under your skin a little bit,” she took Gigi’s hand, swinging it aimlessly. “Not still mad at me, are you?”

“Oh, I was never mad at you,” she assured, then sat straddling Jan’s lap. “But you have to understand that I can’t just let you be wrong like that,” she added, running her fingers through Jan’s hair. All the nerves she had come in with seemed to have vanished, and she let her lust and desire take control of her words and actions.

Jan seemed just as interested, brow raised and arms looped around Gigi’s waist. “Yeah? You’re gonna show me how much of a top you are, Geege?”

Gigi put two fingers under Jan’s chin and tilted her head up. “Honey, that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Is that why you wanted to come here first? Wanted to see if I’d fuck you? There’s no need to play games, you know. You could’ve just asked.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” Jan bat her lashes innocently.

So this was how she was going to play? Gigi smirked, not minding a bit. She grabbed Jan by her shirt and pulled her into a heated kiss. Her tongue slipped past Jan’s lips, swirling and wrestling it in a battle of dominance that she knew she was going to win. When she needed to come up for air, it was never more than a few seconds at a time before she eagerly dove back in, until finally she rested their foreheads together as she caught her breath. “Shit, do you have any idea of all the things I wanna do to you? Wanna fucking ruin you.”

“Please…” Jan’s voice was soft and breathy, but filled with an undeniable need that sent a thrill up Gigi’s spine.

And Gigi simply couldn’t leave it at that. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me, ruin me, take me like I know you’ve wanted to,” the words were spilling out too fast for Jan to realize she had admitted to knowing how Gigi felt about her at first. But she knew Gigi wasn’t one to talk about feelings, so she hoped that would be overlooked.

Gigi was, in fact, more than willing to overlook it. She just kissed Jan deeply, biting her bottom lip and slowly pulling back. “I don’t know how rough you like it, like… Will we need a safe word?”

Jan’s brows rose in interest, her hands splayed across Gigi’s thighs. “That’s exactly the kind of rough I like,” she purred.

“So, what’s your safe word?”

“Madonna.”

“Jan, too soon!”

Jan scoffed in mock offense. “How is it too soon for you?” She then giggled, hiding her face against Gigi’s neck until she could collect herself. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll just tell you to stop.”

Gigi got off of Jan and pushed her down onto the bed. “You’re ridiculous. Take your fucking clothes off.”

“Oooh, yes Daddy,” Jan purred, taking interest in Gigi’s firm tone. But she paused after she took her shirt off, tilting her head. “Or… Mommy?” She looked to Gigi for clarification.

“Doesn’t matter, Daddy’s fine,” she assured, then smirked. “Now go on, Daddy didn’t tell you to stop,” she gestured to the fact that Jan was still dressed from the waist down.

Jan breathed out an apology and quickly stripped down, then pushed herself up to her knees to undress Gigi as well.

“So eager,” Gigi chuckled, lifting her arms up so Jan could take her shirt off. “So desperate to get fucked, aren’t you?” she cooed as she kicked off her jeans and underwear, pinning Jan underneath her on the bed once they were both naked. “You might not have had me figured out, but I knew you were a greedy little whore,” she attacked Jan’s neck with kisses and bites, leaving marks from the base of her jaw to her collarbone. She sat back, straddling Jan’s waist and gently raking her pointed, manicured nails down Jan’s chest.

Jan felt goosebumps spread down her arms, breath hitching in her throat. Gigi’s gaze bore down into her soul, sending electricity coursing through her body. She always found Gigi to be beautiful, she’d always been attracted to her, but something about seeing her at this angle, gazing up at her – she looked ethereal, and Jan couldn’t help but melt under her touch.

Gigi wrapped her hand around Jan’s dick, stroking lazily as she looked around. “I take it you brought lube and a condom?” she asked, only letting go and getting off of Jan so she could retrieve it. “Of course you did, slut,” she smirked and snatched the bottle from her hand. “On your back, legs up and apart.”

Jan laid back, propping pillows behind her to give Gigi an easier angle to work with.

“You’re so pretty like this, on display for me,” Gigi mused as she slicked her fingers up with lube and sat on the back of her legs, positioned between Jan’s thighs. Her free hand kept a steady grip on Jan’s hip as she eased a finger into her, waiting a moment before starting to thrust.

“Fuck…” Jan grunted softly, arching towards Gigi as her eyes fluttered shut.

Gigi landed a firm smack of disapproval on Jan’s inner thigh. “Don’t you take your eyes off of me,” she hissed as she worked in a second finger.

Jan whimpered softly, but kept her head up and eyes on Gigi, which was a sight she really had no complaints about. She gasped out when Gigi twisted her fingers in just the right way. “Fuck, fuck right there.”

“That the spot, baby?” Gigi didn’t wait for an answer before thrusting her fingers against it several times over.

“Yes, yes, fuck, Gigi, please,” Jan panted, all but fucking herself on her fingers.

She smirked, slowing her thrusts to a halt. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me. Fuck, I need your cock, Daddy. Want you to fuck me so hard, I’m still feeling it when you’re on your way back to LA,” Jan was shamelessly vocal with her pleading, already aching for more.

And Gigi looked down at her, listening to the desperation in her tone and, to be honest, she would’ve given her anything in the world. But there was no way she would’ve given Jan the satisfaction of knowing that. Instead, she eased her fingers out and grabbed the condom, tearing it open with her teeth and rolling it down her length.

Jan quietly studied Gigi’s naked form. She didn’t expect such a lithe, little twink to be hung like that. She never noticed on set, most of the time she spent around Gigi, she was thinking about strangling her or tossing her across the room again. Perhaps it was those spiteful feelings that compelled Jan to seek her out – it was the best way to hash out months old tension as far as she was concerned.

And while Gigi’s frustration with Jan had stemmed from something completely different, it didn’t make her desire to fuck Jan senseless any less potent. She grabbed one of the pillows and propped it up under Jan’s back, hooking her legs over her shoulders as well. She carefully lined herself up and pushed in, letting out a quiet stream of curses until she bottomed out.

Jan’s eyes were blown wide with lust, the heat of arousal over taking her. She felt like she was on fire without the slightest urge to put it out. It took a moment for her to realize Gigi was waiting for her to give a sign that she was ready to continue, so she nodded eagerly.

Gigi began thrusting instantly, starting slow at first, but quickly picking up the pace. “Look at you, taking my cock so well. This what you wanted, baby? To get fucked like the dirty little slut you are?” She wasn’t satisfied with Jan nodding, so she grabbed her jaw and leaned in close. “Answer me.”

“Yes! Yes, fuck, it feels so good,” Jan moaned out sharply.

“Good boy,” Gigi hummed and moved back upright, thrusts becoming harder until she was fucking her at a brutal pace that was almost beyond her control. Her hips snapped forward at an almost animalistic speed. She couldn’t get enough, and neither could Jan.

It was when Jan started squirming against her that Gigi decided to pay her more attention. She wrapped her hand around Jan’s cock, her hand still slick from the lube. “Gonna make you come for me, baby doll, gonna have you screaming my name.”

Jan’s moans were already loud and guttural, reminding both of them that Jan did make her living off of vocalizing. “God, fuck, Gigi, I’m so close, gonna come…” But there was a tinge of hesitation.

It hit Gigi after a beat – Jan was waiting for her permission, and the way she had gotten her so utterly submissive made Gigi moan. “Go on, come for me,” she goaded, thrusts slowing down a bit so she could properly watch and appreciate the sight. “God, that’s fucking hot. Gonna make me come,” she murmured, slamming forward a few more times before stopping, an idea forming.

Jan whined softly, but she was still coming down from riding out her orgasm. Still, she looked at Gigi as if to ask, ‘what gives?’.

Instead of a verbal answer, Gigi pulled herself out. She got up to discard the condom and sat back down on the side of the bed. “On your knees,” she said, then snapped, “now.”

Jan pushed herself up and off the bed, sinking down to her knees between Gigi’s legs. She didn’t need any further instruction from there – she took Gigi’s cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head.

Gigi allowed it for a moment before grabbing onto Jan’s hair, which immediately got the other queen’s attention. She began bucking her hips forward, slowly at first, to make sure Jan was okay. And after a nod of approval, she went ahead with fucking her throat.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Jan had incredible breath control and no gag reflex, so she was able to comfortably stay still while Gigi continued thrusting her dick in and out of her mouth.

When Gigi came, she held Jan’s head in place, moaning out wantonly as she came down her throat, then slowly eased out. She swiped the come dribbling down the side of Jan’s mouth with her thumb and licked it off.

Silence followed for a few moments as Jan pushed herself up and got back on the bed. “Well,” she started, “I guess I was wrong. You’re definitely a top.”

“Mm, say it again,” Gigi cooed. “Wait, actually don’t, hearing you say you were wrong is just gonna get me hard again,” she laughed.

Jan tossed a pillow at her. “You’re a little fucking bitch,” she snorted.

“A little fucking bitch that made you scream,” she corrected, shifting to lay beside Jan. “We’re not going out to the club, are we?”

“Nah,” Jan decided, wrapping her arm around her. “I’ll just listen to you talk about how wrong I was until you’re ready to fuck me again.”

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Justify My Love | Goodesport

Title: Justify My Love Summary: Gigi and Jan might have butted heads on set a few times, but the one thing that stuck with Gigi was Jan not believing she's a top. So she comes to New York with a secret mission, but Jan might just beat her to the punch. Word Count: 3089 Relationship(s): Goodesport (Gigi Goode x Jan Sport) Rating: E

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It had started out as a completely innocuous comment during Untucked. Jackie and Jan had been talking about their time going out to bars and clubs in Manhattan, and more specifically, how Jan approached dating and hooking up when he was single.

“I swear, Jan has like a sixth sense, a bottom superpower or something. She can, without fail, always pick out the tops in a crowd. Sometimes it’s top-leaning verses, but it’s still a talent,” Jackie was saying with Jan nodding happily in agreement.

The other queens looked at her with curiosity. “So what about here? Are your top senses tingling?” Crystal asked curiously.

“Not with you,” Jan retorted with a laugh. “I mean I know Jaida is, I got those vibes from Nicky too, and obviously we have Miss Dom Top Girl Bye over here,” she gestured to Heidi. “Um… Yeah, am I forgetting anyone?”

Gigi cleared her throat pointedly, and Jan looked at her with sincere surprise. “What? Don’t look at me like that. I prefer topping. Is it that surprising?”

Jan strummed her fingers against her glass. “I mean… kinda, especially after I throttled you across the set. Honestly, you give off more ‘bossy bottom’ vibes, like Jackie.”

“Hey!” Jackie chimed in with a laugh.

“You know it’s true,” Jan cooed before redirecting her attention to Gigi. “No but really, if you’re a top, you’re a top. The sixth sense isn't foolproof.”

The conversation tapered off after that, but the whole exchange was stewing with Gigi, who was simply unsatisfied with the result. It shouldn’t have continued to nag at her the way it did. It shouldn’t have still been lingering when they were nearing the end of the last episode. “Do I really give off bottom vibes?” he asked Jackie.

Jackie looked at her, perplexed. In the time since, she’d completely forgotten the exchange until Gigi jogged his memory. “Are you talking about what Jan said?”

“Yeah…”

“I guess I get what she meant. You can sometimes come off a little bratty, could be where she drew that conclusion,” she shrugged. “Is that really still bothering you?”

Gigi shifted uncomfortably. “It’s just that it’s totally inaccurate!” she insisted.

Jackie furrowed her brows. “Why are you so concerned with what Jan thinks?” She studied Gigi’s reaction – the red face, the averted gaze – he only had one conclusion to draw. “Do you… have a crush on Jan?” She didn’t let the younger queen answer. “Oh my god, you do! That’s so cute!” She cupped her face. “Aw, my sweet baby Geege,” she cooed.

Gigi swatted her hands away. “Knock it off, I don’t need that shit spreading around. Doesn’t she have a boyfriend, anyway?”

The enthusiasm immediately left Jackie’s face. She felt bad for not having thought about that, and embarrassed, considering all the double dates they’d been on. “Right, right, sorry. But hey, don’t get too down about it. Stranger things have happened.”

–––

Gigi had thought her feelings would dissipate with time. They weren’t around each other all the time, she was constantly busy. It should be out of sight, out of mind, right? And maybe it might’ve been the case, if it weren’t for the fateful text she got from Jaida one November night.

‘Did Jackie tell you Jan and her boyfriend broke up?’

Of course Jaida found out from Jackie, she thought. ‘No, when did that happen?’

‘A few days ago, Jan’s crashing on Jackie’s couch until she can lock down a new place. Said she’s been busy helping or she’d tell you herself. Apparently it’s important that you know.’

Gigi turned red at that, hiding her face in her pillows and letting out a groan until she could collect herself. ‘Did she say anything else?’

‘Yeah: I told you so’

She rolled her eyes. “I told you so,” she mocked to herself. Leave it to Jackie to be a gossip and a know-it-all. Still, the next thing she did was check her calendar, hoping she would be in New York sometime very soon.

As it turned out, ‘very soon’ ended up being about ten days. And Gigi thought that was enough time, especially if she did decide to do anything. But even though there was a part of her trying to talk himself out of it, the rest of her had been drowned in the same feelings she had on set, and she knew that crush hadn’t dissipated in the slightest.

It didn’t help that most of Jan’s instagram feed was post-breakup thirst trap pictures. It had caught Gigi off guard, but she certainly wasn’t complaining, nor was she planning on deleting the screenshots of those photos from her phone anytime soon. Beyond that, she refused to show even the slightest drop of nerves when she got to New York. She was going to be the confident Gigi Goode everyone knew and nothing less. And she was going to make certain Jan knew exactly how much of a top she was by the time she went back to Los Angeles.

Once in the hotel, Gigi took a quick shower and changed into a clean outfit that was far more fashionable than the sweats and oversized hoodie she’d arrived in. After writing and rewriting a text a few times, she asked Jan if she wanted to go out to a club, and to her relief, she got an enthusiastic ‘yes’ in reply.

Gigi was expecting to meet Jan at the club, but just as she finished getting ready, he got a text from Jan asking for her hotel room number.

“Hey, I missed you!” Jan greeted warmly when Gigi opened the door. She hugged her tightly, liking the way the other queen seemed to melt into his arms.

“I missed you too. How’ve you been?” Gigi asked as she ushered her inside. “You’re all settled into the new place, right?”

Jan nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I have. It’s the first time I’m living alone and… honestly, it’s freeing. It’s nice, but a little lonely,” she admitted.

Gigi nodded and sat beside her. “Well, you won’t be lonely while I’m here. I’m going to annoy you incessantly until you’re ready to dropkick me back to LA,” she nudged him lightly.

“You could never annoy me,” Jan cooed and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. “Well… maybe not never, but I’m still happy you’re here.”

Gigi had forgotten how physically affectionate Jan was, it had been a bit jarring at first. She had grown up with everyone keeping themselves at arms length, and normally that was how she liked things. But Jan was a hugger, a kisser, everything Gigi normally couldn’t stand, but somehow Jan was the exception. “I’m happy I’m here too.”

“And…” Jan pulled back to reach into his bag, “I thought we could do a little pregaming before we go out,” she set the bottle of vodka and cans of soda she’d gotten from the vending machine on the table.

“You’re the best,” she grinned as they fixed themselves drinks. “Cheers, to not being lonely tonight,” and they clinked their plastic cups and took long sips.

Jan took another sip and sat back down. “What’ve you been up to? Still a top?” she teased.

Gigi bit back a grin, this was just the segue she’d been hoping for. “I sure am. Still doubting me?”

“That really stuck with you, huh?” Jan chuckled. “I thought I saw it get under your skin a little bit,” she took Gigi’s hand, swinging it aimlessly. “Not still mad at me, are you?”

“Oh, I was never mad at you,” she assured, then sat straddling Jan’s lap. “But you have to understand that I can’t just let you be wrong like that,” she added, running her fingers through Jan’s hair. All the nerves she had come in with seemed to have vanished, and she let her lust and desire take control of her words and actions.

Jan seemed just as interested, brow raised and arms looped around Gigi’s waist. “Yeah? You’re gonna show me how much of a top you are, Geege?”

Gigi put two fingers under Jan’s chin and tilted her head up. “Honey, that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Is that why you wanted to come here first? Wanted to see if I’d fuck you? There’s no need to play games, you know. You could’ve just asked.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” Jan bat her lashes innocently.

So this was how she was going to play? Gigi smirked, not minding a bit. She grabbed Jan by her shirt and pulled her into a heated kiss. Her tongue slipped past Jan’s lips, swirling and wrestling it in a battle of dominance that she knew she was going to win. When she needed to come up for air, it was never more than a few seconds at a time before she eagerly dove back in, until finally she rested their foreheads together as she caught her breath. “Shit, do you have any idea of all the things I wanna do to you? Wanna fucking ruin you.”

“Please…” Jan’s voice was soft and breathy, but filled with an undeniable need that sent a thrill up Gigi’s spine.

And Gigi simply couldn’t leave it at that. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me, ruin me, take me like I know you’ve wanted to,” the words were spilling out too fast for Jan to realize she had admitted to knowing how Gigi felt about her at first. But she knew Gigi wasn’t one to talk about feelings, so she hoped that would be overlooked.

Gigi was, in fact, more than willing to overlook it. She just kissed Jan deeply, biting her bottom lip and slowly pulling back. “I don’t know how rough you like it, like… Will we need a safe word?”

Jan’s brows rose in interest, her hands splayed across Gigi’s thighs. “That’s exactly the kind of rough I like,” she purred.

“So, what’s your safe word?”

“Madonna.”

“Jan, too soon!”

Jan scoffed in mock offense. “How is it too soon for you?” She then giggled, hiding her face against Gigi’s neck until she could collect herself. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll just tell you to stop.”

Gigi got off of Jan and pushed her down onto the bed. “You’re ridiculous. Take your fucking clothes off.”

“Oooh, yes Daddy,” Jan purred, taking interest in Gigi’s firm tone. But she paused after she took her shirt off, tilting her head. “Or… Mommy?” She looked to Gigi for clarification.

“Doesn’t matter, Daddy’s fine,” she assured, then smirked. “Now go on, Daddy didn’t tell you to stop,” she gestured to the fact that Jan was still dressed from the waist down.

Jan breathed out an apology and quickly stripped down, then pushed herself up to her knees to undress Gigi as well.

“So eager,” Gigi chuckled, lifting her arms up so Jan could take her shirt off. “So desperate to get fucked, aren’t you?” she cooed as she kicked off her jeans and underwear, pinning Jan underneath her on the bed once they were both naked. “You might not have had me figured out, but I knew you were a greedy little whore,” she attacked Jan’s neck with kisses and bites, leaving marks from the base of her jaw to her collarbone. She sat back, straddling Jan’s waist and gently raking her pointed, manicured nails down Jan’s chest.

Jan felt goosebumps spread down her arms, breath hitching in her throat. Gigi’s gaze bore down into her soul, sending electricity coursing through her body. She always found Gigi to be beautiful, she’d always been attracted to her, but something about seeing her at this angle, gazing up at her – she looked ethereal, and Jan couldn’t help but melt under her touch.

Gigi wrapped her hand around Jan’s dick, stroking lazily as she looked around. “I take it you brought lube and a condom?” she asked, only letting go and getting off of Jan so she could retrieve it. “Of course you did, slut,” she smirked and snatched the bottle from her hand. “On your back, legs up and apart.”

Jan laid back, propping pillows behind her to give Gigi an easier angle to work with.

“You’re so pretty like this, on display for me,” Gigi mused as she slicked her fingers up with lube and sat on the back of her legs, positioned between Jan’s thighs. Her free hand kept a steady grip on Jan’s hip as she eased a finger into her, waiting a moment before starting to thrust.

“Fuck…” Jan grunted softly, arching towards Gigi as her eyes fluttered shut.

Gigi landed a firm smack of disapproval on Jan’s inner thigh. “Don’t you take your eyes off of me,” she hissed as she worked in a second finger.

Jan whimpered softly, but kept her head up and eyes on Gigi, which was a sight she really had no complaints about. She gasped out when Gigi twisted her fingers in just the right way. “Fuck, fuck right there.”

“That the spot, baby?” Gigi didn’t wait for an answer before thrusting her fingers against it several times over.

“Yes, yes, fuck, Gigi, please,” Jan panted, all but fucking herself on her fingers.

She smirked, slowing her thrusts to a halt. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me. Fuck, I need your cock, Daddy. Want you to fuck me so hard, I’m still feeling it when you’re on your way back to LA,” Jan was shamelessly vocal with her pleading, already aching for more.

And Gigi looked down at her, listening to the desperation in her tone and, to be honest, she would’ve given her anything in the world. But there was no way she would’ve given Jan the satisfaction of knowing that. Instead, she eased her fingers out and grabbed the condom, tearing it open with her teeth and rolling it down her length.

Jan quietly studied Gigi’s naked form. She didn’t expect such a lithe, little twink to be hung like that. She never noticed on set, most of the time she spent around Gigi, she was thinking about strangling her or tossing her across the room again. Perhaps it was those spiteful feelings that compelled Jan to seek her out – it was the best way to hash out months old tension as far as she was concerned.

And while Gigi’s frustration with Jan had stemmed from something completely different, it didn’t make her desire to fuck Jan senseless any less potent. She grabbed one of the pillows and propped it up under Jan’s back, hooking her legs over her shoulders as well. She carefully lined herself up and pushed in, letting out a quiet stream of curses until she bottomed out.

Jan’s eyes were blown wide with lust, the heat of arousal over taking her. She felt like she was on fire without the slightest urge to put it out. It took a moment for her to realize Gigi was waiting for her to give a sign that she was ready to continue, so she nodded eagerly.

Gigi began thrusting instantly, starting slow at first, but quickly picking up the pace. “Look at you, taking my cock so well. This what you wanted, baby? To get fucked like the dirty little slut you are?” She wasn’t satisfied with Jan nodding, so she grabbed her jaw and leaned in close. “Answer me.”

“Yes! Yes, fuck, it feels so good,” Jan moaned out sharply.

“Good boy,” Gigi hummed and moved back upright, thrusts becoming harder until she was fucking her at a brutal pace that was almost beyond her control. Her hips snapped forward at an almost animalistic speed. She couldn’t get enough, and neither could Jan.

It was when Jan started squirming against her that Gigi decided to pay her more attention. She wrapped her hand around Jan’s cock, her hand still slick from the lube. “Gonna make you come for me, baby doll, gonna have you screaming my name.”

Jan’s moans were already loud and guttural, reminding both of them that Jan did make her living off of vocalizing. “God, fuck, Gigi, I’m so close, gonna come…” But there was a tinge of hesitation.

It hit Gigi after a beat – Jan was waiting for her permission, and the way she had gotten her so utterly submissive made Gigi moan. “Go on, come for me,” she goaded, thrusts slowing down a bit so she could properly watch and appreciate the sight. “God, that’s fucking hot. Gonna make me come,” she murmured, slamming forward a few more times before stopping, an idea forming.

Jan whined softly, but she was still coming down from riding out her orgasm. Still, she looked at Gigi as if to ask, ‘what gives?’.

Instead of a verbal answer, Gigi pulled herself out. She got up to discard the condom and sat back down on the side of the bed. “On your knees,” she said, then snapped, “now.”

Jan pushed herself up and off the bed, sinking down to her knees between Gigi’s legs. She didn’t need any further instruction from there – she took Gigi’s cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head.

Gigi allowed it for a moment before grabbing onto Jan’s hair, which immediately got the other queen’s attention. She began bucking her hips forward, slowly at first, to make sure Jan was okay. And after a nod of approval, she went ahead with fucking her throat.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Jan had incredible breath control and no gag reflex, so she was able to comfortably stay still while Gigi continued thrusting her dick in and out of her mouth.

When Gigi came, she held Jan’s head in place, moaning out wantonly as she came down her throat, then slowly eased out. She swiped the come dribbling down the side of Jan’s mouth with her thumb and licked it off.

Silence followed for a few moments as Jan pushed herself up and got back on the bed. “Well,” she started, “I guess I was wrong. You’re definitely a top.”

“Mm, say it again,” Gigi cooed. “Wait, actually don’t, hearing you say you were wrong is just gonna get me hard again,” she laughed.

Jan tossed a pillow at her. “You’re a little fucking bitch,” she snorted.

“A little fucking bitch that made you scream,” she corrected, shifting to lay beside Jan. “We’re not going out to the club, are we?”

“Nah,” Jan decided, wrapping her arm around her. “I’ll just listen to you talk about how wrong I was until you’re ready to fuck me again.”

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Endeavor

Chapter Update! FFN and AO3

TWO Chapters today? YES! You get two chapters today because I finished writing Endeavor yesterday! Two chapters will post on October 24th and the last two chapters will post October 31st - so that you can read some happy ending fluff that isn't the awful realities of cannon and Halloween. Enjoy my friends!

Chapter 15

Ted kissed her again, he had to, he'd been restraining himself all evening. She'd been very affectionate since they got to her home and he certainly wasn't going to snog her in front of her parents, no matter how much she was making him want to.

Apparently, Vic telling him she loved him resulted in some very appealing side effects.

"At some point, my mum is going to step out and ask if something's wrong with your car." Vic murmured against him as he kissed her against the railing leading up to her front door.

"We can hope that she'll then invite me in to stay the night." Ted ran his tongue along her bottom lip and grinned at the way she shuddered and sighed into him.

"I could come over tomorrow," her voice was breathless and Ted wasn't surprised when it nearly did him in. He heard her say she loved him for the first time not three hours ago, she could probably put him in his grave if she really put her mind to it.

"You were going to go flat hunting tomorrow," Ted reminded her. "Your mum mentioned something like that when she pulled out the ice cream."

"Maybe I'll just forget," Vic kissed him further.

"I'll wait till Sunday, love." Ted threaded one of his hands in her hair, feeling the soft strands slide along his fingers.

"I love you," she murmured against his lips.

Those three words were stronger and surer every time she said them, and they made Ted feel like he was living in a dream. It had been almost a year since he'd first met Vic, and now she was tangled around him with her lips pressed against his. Somewhere he'd done something right, somehow, he'd made it to this point, in some way he'd managed to make her his.

"You need to get home," her voice was regretful as she slowed their pace.

Ted kept her close against him, breathing her in and loving the way it made him feel complete to have her in his arms.

"You're probably right."

"I love you," Vic smiled up at him, her blue eyes filled with the reflection of the moon above them.

"I love you too," Ted felt like his chest was going to explode. He knew they were staring at each other like fools, but he couldn't stop it. She was everything.

"Alright, go home," Vic gave him a bit of a pout, "And let me know when you're there safe." She eased out of his embrace and Ted felt like his heart was leaving his chest, following her towards her front door.

"I will," he held onto the railing and watched her back up to the door. "Sleep well, love."

"You too, love." Vic's smile was bright as she slipped inside the now open doorway. "Night."

"Night," Ted took one more deep breath as she disappeared behind the door and shut it.

The walk to his car was almost painful. This wasn't exactly how he imagined things would go when Vic told him she loved him. He'd thought about it, especially after he'd reaffirmed to her that he still loved her, even after everything that had happened after he'd kissed her at their office, and his imagining didn't involve simply a ten-minute snog before they parted ways. It involved quite a bit more than that actually.

But as he drove home, Ted decided to simply be grateful for the leaps and bounds they had taken in this single day. She'd met not just his parents, but every member of the Marauders she didn't already know. And she had brought him home to meet her parents and siblings. But the icing on the cake was definitely Vic saying she loved him.

Yes, the day had been amazing, so he could handle it not being every dream he'd dreamt up over the last few months.

Ted looked down at the glove box as he pulled into his building's car park and smiled. He probably shouldn't keep the engagement ring he bought a few days after their first date in there, but it was locked, and it made it so he wasn't worried about having her over at his flat. She could open any drawer and every door and not figure out how certain he'd been then and still was now that she was the woman that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. And now that she told him she'd fallen in love with him too, and they'd met each other's families, well, he didn't really have much need to wait anymore.

He could ask her on Sunday if he wanted to.

No, not Sunday, that wasn't going to give him enough time. He wanted proposing to Vic to be something special and memorable. A story worthy of who she was, and what he felt for her. She wasn't the kind of girl that you just asked over dinner. No, Vic was the kind of girl that you went all out for. She was the girl you pulled out all the stops and thrills to show her what she meant to you. He'd need more than thirty-six hours to put together a proposal that was right for Vic.

Ted opened the glove box and pulled the burgundy box out. He smiled at the ring that had been so obvious when he found it. It felt like Vic when he first saw it, and it still reminded him of her when he indulged himself to pull it out of the glove box. The sparse yellow colored light in his car couldn't completely dampen the way the stones sparkled back at him. He'd wanted to see it in the sunlight, sparkling on her hand, maybe while they were laying together on a warm beach watching the waves crash on the shore.

Ted snapped the lid closed and locked the box back up in his glove box. He'd plan something special. He'd make sure that Vic knew exactly how much he loved her when he popped that particular question.

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"I think I might be picky," Vic sighed and Ted moved to prop his arm against the back of his couch as he continued his video call with her.

"What was wrong with all of them?"

Vic shrugged, "They didn't feel like home."

Ted laughed. "Vicky, love, these flats won't feel like home until you move into them and live in them for a couple of months."

"I get that, they all just felt, I don't know, wrong." She looked at him helplessly and Ted tried to reassure her.

"Hey, it was just the first day, and you only looked at a few flats. Give yourself some room to breathe, and maybe after looking at a few others you'll feel better about it."

"I wish your building had some openings in my price range." Vic smiled. "You're close to my office and I really like the layout."

Ted smirked at her, "Are you asking to move in with me?"

"No," Vic rolled her eyes at him. "I'm just realizing how perfect your flat is, present occupant excluded, of course."

"I'm wounded!" Ted laughed. "You have no idea what you're talking about! Kalil will tell you that I'm a great roommate! I even replace the crisp bags after I've eaten the last of 'em!"

"Right," Vic looked amused, "because that's the most important part of a roommate."

"What else is there?" Ted laughed. "Besides," he retrieved an envelope from the coffee table, "As far as Kalil and Maira are concerned, you do live here." He held up the address so she could read it. "If I'm not mistaken, this says Ted Lupin and Vic Weasley, and it only has my address on it."

Vic's eyes went wide with excitement, "Is that the invitation?"

"Yep," Ted slid the invite out and held it up in front of his phone's camera.

"Hold it still," Vic laughed, "I'm trying to take a screenshot of it."

"So, I should RSVP yes for both of us then?" Ted tried to hold both his phone and the invite steady for his girlfriend.

"Of course, I'm going!" Vic laughed. "I love Maira and Kalil, they're a lot of fun."

Ted set the invite down and looked back at Vic, "You only say that because Kalil takes the mickey out of me every chance he gets."

"And Maira always levels the field for you. It's a fun game to watch."

"True," Ted smiled. "I'll let Kalil know you'll be there."

"You have to go too," Vic rolled her eyes. "You're his best man."

"Ah," Ted sighed, "Guess I'll have to let you drag me around the dance floor a time or two, then won't I?"

"I don't know," Vic teased. "Your mum was telling me that your dad has two left feet. Do you dance better than he does?"

Ted shook his head and smirked, "I'm a right side worse."

Vic laughed. "See when you look at me like that, I think you're teasing and I'm going to be shocked when we get there and you're a better dancer than I am."

"I'll just have to let you wait in anticipation then, won't I?"

Vic's smile went soft, "You like to make me wait in anticipation for a lot of things, don't you?"

Ted's smirk fell a bit; did he do that a lot?

"Does it bother you?"

"No," Vic's smile was still soft, "I don't mind a bit of anticipation."

Ted wasn't sure they were talking about the same thing anymore.

"Well, you can sit in anticipation of my dancing skills for a couple more months then."

"I can do that." Her smile was almost shy now.

Ted smiled back at her, but he was now almost certain she was not thinking about dancing at Kalil and Maira's wedding. Though he couldn't fathom exactly where her mind was.

"You should send me the listing photos of these flats you went and looked at." Ted deliberately changed the subject. The way the conversation had gone off the rails on him made him jumpy.

Vic laughed, "Sure, then you can see what I'm talking about when I say that they're wrong."

Ted's phone lit up with the links and he noticed the time.

"I'll have to look at these with you tomorrow," he frowned, "Mum asked me to come to dinner tonight."

"Oh no, what did you do?" Vic teased.

"I'm never sure, but I've found that any mother can usually find something to encourage her children to improve on if she tries hard enough."

"Do you need to head out now then?" Vic pouted.

Teddy wished she was next to him, instead of at her home on her phone. "I've got another fifteen minutes that are all yours."

"Alright," Vic grinned, "then I choose that we plan out what we're doing tomorrow."

"Whatever you say, love," Ted smiled and leant back into the couch.

Ted finished his call with Vic with just enough time to make it to his mum's invite to dinner that evening. He was sure that his parents wanted a chance to talk about what had happened the night before. His and Vic's stunt from the night before was pretty unlike him and he was sure that his parents wanted to know if there was more going on than he'd told them so far.

Ted certainly hoped for there to be more going on very soon, and he was sort of looking forward to bouncing ideas around with his parents for how to make those hopes a reality.

"I'm home!" Ted called out as he let himself in.

"Teddy!" His mum met him in the corridor and nearly knocked a picture off the wall when she threw her arms out to pull him into a hug.

Ted went for the frame, but his dad's steadying hand beat him to it.

"Welcome home, son," Remus chuckled.

"So," Ted cut to the chase as he followed his parents into the den. "What did you want to talk about without Vic around?"

His mum gave him a pointed stare. "When you say it like that it makes us sound like gossiping hens."

"It is why you invited me over, though" Ted fell onto the couch and gave his mum the cheeky grin he'd learned from his dad.

"We were just hoping to know if things were going to be moving towards a place where we should be setting some money aside to help you with potential upcoming expenses." His dad smirked at him.

Ted couldn't keep the smile off his face. His dad might have been intending to tease him, but Teddy wasn't able to be teased at this point, he was too excited, and just a little nervous.

"You've asked her?!" His mum's voice was a mix between ecstatic and accusatory, and she nearly knocked her drink off the coffee table, catching it in the nick of time.

"No," Ted laughed, "but I'm working on a plan for that."

"Do you want to bounce some ideas off of us?" His dad's face lit up with excitement and Teddy felt that little bit of nervousness he felt ease a fraction more.

"Of course, he does," his mum seemed to have recovered from her outburst, sliding her drink a little closer to the center of the table.

"I actually only have one idea," Ted rubbed the back of his neck. "Kalil and Maira's wedding is in just under two months. I was thinking of asking her at their reception."

"That sounds like something Vic would like," his mum nodded as she smiled. "She struck me as one of those romantic types."

"Do you want it to be a complete surprise? I did a pretty decent job at that with your mum." His dad mused.

Ted laughed as his mum rolled her eyes.

"I was only surprised because I had to work so hard to get you to date me that I was certain that I'd need to fight you tooth and nail to get you to marry me."

Remus pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head.

"That's why it was so much fun to surprise you."

"That could be fun," Ted smiled at the thought of completely taking Vic by surprise. "But I'm not sure how to throw her off. I mean, she's sharp, and I tend to have to tease her to throw her off of anything, but when I made her guess my last name it took her all of ten seconds to figure it out once I gave her a couple of clues."

Remus looked thoughtful, "That could make things difficult. Part of what made it possible with your mum and I was that I was a bit of an arse when things started out."

"Yes," Dora laughed, but then kissed Remus' cheek. "But you came around in the end."

Ted frowned. "There has to be a way to make this work."

"It doesn't have to be a surprise," his mum smiled. "Peter and Bridget had decided that they'd get married before Pete formally asked her with a ring and everything."

"I already have the ring," Teddy replied absently as he kept turning the problem around in his mind.

"You have the ring already?" Dora looked over at Remus with a look Teddy couldn't read, but he was sort of distracted and dismissed it.

"How long have you had the ring, son?" Remus' voice was deceptively casual, but Ted was too caught up to notice.

"I bought it a few days after we started dating." Ted kept working through options in his head, and then the solution struck him.

"Teddy…" His mum started but Ted cut her off.

"I've got it!" He grinned as the idea took hold and he realized how much fun it could be.

"What's your idea?" His dad pulled him from his internal self-congratulations.

Ted smirked, "If every interaction somehow involves me looking like I might be proposing, then the real proposal will be just as surprising as when you proposed to Mum."

Remus laughed, "You're reversing the game to get the same result, very impressive, Teddy."

"Be nice to my future daughter-in-law," Dora warned. "I happen to really like Vic and I don't want you teasing her to the point of insanity."

"That's a good point," Ted leant back into the couch. "I'd need to introduce it to her somehow, in a way that lets her know that I plan on proposing, but leaves the when up in the air; and it would need to be sort of casual and teasing."

"You could watch a movie with a proposal in it with her," his mum suggested. "You could use that as your segue into the conversation."

Ted frowned; he didn't really want it to be something like that. He wanted it to be something more natural.

"Or you could bring it up with her directly," his dad offered, "Tell her you want to know if marrying you is something she sees in her future, and then you could mention that you're planning on asking, at some point."

Teddy shook his head. "No, I need it to come off as teasing her."

And then it hit him and he grinned as the idea started to take shape in his head.

"I think I've got it."

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Chapter Fourteen

Realize That It’s Gone | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1829

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter! :)) (picture credit)

“I should probably get going,” I said.

The sky was starting to grow dark, pink just barely visible on the edges of the few clouds that dotted the sky. Y/N and I were still in the same spot on the porch, plates and all. We had spent the last few hours just talking, although after Y/N had brought up her date with Josh, we had decided to stay away from any more serious topics.

“Already?” she asked.

“It’s getting late.”

She started to protest, but eventually closed her mouth and nodded. I leaned forward and stood up, dusting a bit of dirt off the back of my - well, Carter’s - shorts. My arm felt cold where it had been pressed against Y/N’s.

“I’ll walk you to the door.”

I held a hand out to Y/N and helped her stand up. She collected the plates that we had left behind and led me inside. While she put them in the sink, I pulled on my shoes and grabbed my keys from where they were beside the door.

“Don’t leave yet, Ty!” she called from the kitchen.

“I’m not!”

She came down the hallway a few moments later, hastily wiping her hands off on her shorts.

“I just wanted to say thanks for coming over today,” she smiled. “I had a really nice time.”

“I did too,” I said, returning her smile. “And I’m sorry about earlier… you know, with the-”

“It’s fine. I’m just getting in my own head about this whole situation when really it’s pretty simple.”

My stomach twisted a little, “Right.”

“Um, so I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you soon.”

I held out my arms. Y/N looked at me for a second before her mouth curled into a smile and she happily crashed into me, wrapping her arms tightly around my torso. All the worries that had been bothering me just seconds before suddenly seemed to disappear as I held her close to me.

“Drive safe,” she mumbled into my shoulder.

“I always do.”

She finally let go of me and opened the front door, letting in a gust of warm air. I slowly made my way down the path that led to the driveway, letting all of the day’s events play out in my head again. It was impossible to keep the smile off my face.

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The apartment was empty when I arrived home, making the front door echo an eerie amount as I shut it behind me. Josh had left a note on the counter, saying that he had gone out with some friends and would be back late. I couldn’t help the small smile that formed on my face. Although I liked living with Josh - at least, when he wasn’t making a move on Y/N - I had missed having an apartment to myself to work on music or do whatever my heart desired without anyone else making comments.

My first order of business was changing into my own clothes. Having a pair of Carter’s old shorts cinched around my hips wasn’t exactly my first choice for lounging around the apartment in. I grabbed a clean pair from my closet and pulled them on in place of the old ones. Carter’s shirt also ended up in the hamper, but I didn’t grab a new one. The apartment was oddly warm today and, well, there was nobody home to tell me that I needed to put a shirt on, anyway.

“Alright, let’s see what tonight’s dinner options are,” I said as I opened the fridge.

There were a couple boxes of leftover food that Josh had brought home, some random ingredients, and more cans of various drinks than I could count, but nothing caught my eye. With a sigh, I shut the fridge and decided to try the freezer, hoping there would be something other than just ice cream tucked away. As I soon found out, there was an unopened bag of chicken strips sitting just inside. Josh’s name wasn’t clearly marked anywhere on the bag, either, meaning they were fair game.

I turned the oven on to preheat, laid my chicken strips out on a baking sheet, and shuffled over to the couch to wait for the moment when I would be able to stick them in the oven. Until then, my plan was to find a movie that I could watch to keep my mind from overthinking the time I had spent with Y/N today. Things had seemed flirty between us, but maybe I was just overanalyzing all our interactions. After all, I was the one who had initiated most of it.

Then again, she had been pretty receptive to my advances, if you could even call them that.

I shook my head, frustrated that I had let my thoughts start to run away again. Y/N and I were friends, that was all. Friends could share physical contact and not have there be any hidden meaning behind it. I had made my choice to stay silent about my feelings, and I had to stick with it, no matter how badly I wanted to go back on what I said. That wasn’t fair to them.

Not wanting to sit with my thoughts any longer, I quickly switched over to my favorites playlist and clicked on the first one in the list. That would guarantee that I wouldn’t get bored and let my mind start to wander again, or at least, that’s what I hoped would happen.

The movie had hardly been playing for a few minutes when my phone began to vibrate in my pocket. I scooped up the remote from where I had tossed it and paused the movie.

“What’s up?”

“Hi,” Y/N said. She sounded flustered. “Sorry about calling. I was going to text, but then Georgie got into the bathroom and managed to string toilet paper all over the house so this was easier.”

“All over the house?”

“Yes! I went into my room for a few minutes to get changed and when I came back he had made a mess. I don’t even know how he ran that fast! Not to mention that he’s going through and shredding parts of it as I’m following his trail and cleaning it up.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s fine. Although I will admit that I’m really starting to wish that I had convinced my parents to get a dog instead.”

“Dogs still make messes, you know.”

“Yeah, but they also snuggle with you.”

“Not worth it.”

“Your opinion doesn’t count because you don’t like animals,” Y/N giggled.

“Ok, whatever. Why were you calling me?”

“Oh, right! You just left your wet clothes here and I was wondering what you wanted me to do with them.”

“Do you mind hanging on to them for awhile? I can pick them up in the next few days.”

“Yeah, that’s no problem! I’ll even wash them for you so they don’t smell like gross car soap.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” I smiled. “I really appreciate that.”

“Yeah, anyway, that’s all I had to call you about.”

I was about to say something when the oven started beeping, announcing that it was finished preheating. With my phone still in my hand, I got up to stick my chicken strips in.

“What is that?” Y/N asked. “Is the fire alarm going off?”

“No, no,” I laughed. “It’s just the oven finishing preheating.”

“Oven? Preheating? Tyler… are you cooking?”

“Shockingly enough, yes.”

“Tour really changed you, huh? A few months ago I had to take you grocery shopping and now you’re making yourself dinner.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

There’s a lot of things I couldn’t have done without you.

“I’m glad that I was able to teach you to be a functioning adult,” she laughed. The phone crackled a bit and my mind immediately snapped back to late nights on tour, staying up talking to Y/N until one of the crew members got mad and told me to go to bed. I was always cracking jokes to try and get her to laugh, just so I could hear it.

“I am too.”

“Anyway, you’re making dinner. I’m cleaning up after my cat. I really didn’t mean to interrupt your night, I can leave you to it now.”

“I really don’t mind, Y/N. You know I like talking to you.”

“I know, I know. I just need to clear my head. Go sit on the porch for awhile, maybe.”

I smiled to myself, “That’s all you had to say.”

“I’ll text you later tonight.”

“That sounds great.”

“Later, Ty. Try not to burn the apartment down.”

“I’ll try my best. Bye, Y/N.”

I set my phone down and began to drum my fingers along the counter, trying to decide what I wanted to do. My movie no longer seemed appealing, especially after that phone call. Y/N was the only thing on my mind now.

An idea suddenly popped into my head and I rushed down the hall to my room. My laptop was sitting on top of my dresser, like usual, so I quickly picked it up and carried it back out to the kitchen so that I could keep an eye on the chicken strips. One password and a few clicks later, I had the folder of photos of Y/N and I open.

I wasn’t nearly as sentimental as Y/N - far from it, actually - but I did enjoy looking back on old photos of us from time to time. Looking back at pictures of us from the start of our friendship never failed to put a smile on my face, especially when I thought about how much closer we had gotten since the pictures were taken.

I slowly clicked through the album, taking in all of the pictures. There were ones of us at my basketball games, no doubt taken by my mom, selfies that Y/N had forced me to take in the car shortly after I got my license, screenshots of times that we were having particularly funny text conversations, and a number of other random photos from things we had done together. She had been by my side since day one, no matter what arguments we got into or what people tried to get in between us. She never gave up on me.

So why in the world was I giving up on her?

I loved her. Even after all my attempts to get over her and all the nights telling myself that I would never be good enough, I loved her. I would never let myself live it down if I didn’t tell her how I truly felt. Y/N meant everything to me and then some. Even if nothing came of it and she still chose Josh, I knew what I had to do.

I had to tell her. And I had to do it soon.

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Game Journal 05/08/20: From Dusk Til Casa Bonita Final Thoughts

This is gonna be a pretty quick and loose one!  Don’t have has much time as I wanted tonight, so I thought I’d just toss up some looser thoughts about the South Park Fractured But Whole “From Dusk Til Casa Bonita” DLC that I finished earlier today!

- The whole overarching plot is pretty funny, but I do think it falls prey to the cynicism that normally turns me off South Park by the end.  The idea that Kenny is just crashing the vamp kids birthday party in a desperate attempt to keep his sister, who obviously wants to be there, from hanging out with them is silly fun.  

- The final boss is....well I don’t know who you’re expecting but I can guarantee you it isn’t who you think it’s going to be.  I’m not sure if it was funny, or just flat out bizarre?  There’s a couple good gags, like the constant insistence it’s “Cory Haim”, but otherwise, like I said, it’s just....really weird.

- The gameplay is pretty bog standard for Fractured But Whole.  That said, Fractured But Whole is a fun game, and even though this doesn’t add much new meaningfully to the mechanics, it doesn’t make the core loop any less fun. I just wish it was longer!  Only takes about an hour and a half to beat!  That was doing multiple side missions too!

There’s also a bizarre “Water Level” near the end where you play a SMB style side scroller that’s implied to take place in the small pond they pump into the middle of the restaurant. 

- The new class (Necrolord?) and combat buddy (Henrietta, The Goth Girl) are both fun.  Henrietta isn’t all that funny as a character though, I know lacking charm is kind of the point of the “Goth Kids” joke in South Park, but it still doesn’t make for a very funny gag when all her cynical lines are played as straight as they are.

- The environment, Casa Bonita, is extremely fun to explore.  A big Theme Restaurant full of happy patrons blissfully unaware of all the fighting kids, plus all the corny attractions you’d expect to find in such a place.  It’s a strong sense of place, and almost worth playing for that alone. - Overall, I think it’s pretty good!  I probably would have been a little miffed if I had paid full price for this thing, as it was pretty short, but I didn’t, and enjoyed my time with it!  I’d probably give it a solid 7/10 and recommend it to people who want a little bit more Fractured But Whole!

Random Screenshot Of The Day:

One gag that got me every time was the lead Vamp kids step-dad trying as hard as he possibly can to make the birthday fun for all the kids, whether they’re there to beat up his step-son or not.

Stray Notes:

- Nothing much!  I’m still near the end of Gears Tactics!  Looking forward to seeing how the story on this one ends!

- Sorry this one is scattered!  Like I said, it’s late as I write this and frankly I kinda just want to go to bed.

-.....But not before reminding everyone of my extremely great new gimmick Twitter account Ernest: The Lost Tapes.  Join me as I fall down the rabbit hole of Ernest movies I’m just making up for fun.

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Fangirl Dreams: The Honky-Tonk

Summary: Jensen and Zac plan a special party for (Y/N) in celebration of one of her lifetime dreams comes true. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Zac Levi, Reader Pairing: Jensen x Reader x Zac Warnings: Fluff/Smut Word Count: 3157 A/N: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

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(Y/N) was enjoying a rare evening where Jensen and Zac were both home. She had her head resting on Zac’s lap as he played video games while Jensen was laying on top of her his head just below her breasts. Jensen had arrive home from Europe and jet-lag was not being kind to him as he slept snoring softly. (Y/N) was checking her emails on her phone when her literary agent number popped up on the screen.

“Hey Maggie, how is everything going?” she asked gently shaking Jensen to get up. He groggily sat up while Zac muted his game.

“Great news (Y/N), I have the first proof copies of your book in my office.” She said as (Y/N) shot up off the couch excitedly.

Her eyes widening as Jensen and Zac stared up at her, “You’re kidding? That is amazing!” she asked her heart thumping in her chest.

“I will overnight a few of them to you and then I will need to start working with your manager to schedule a book tour and talk show circuit. The publisher wants to get you as much press as possible with this. I will be touch with you about all of that later on, but for now congratulations you are officially a published author.” Hearing the words was surreal to (Y/N) as she said goodbye.

She stared speechless down to Jensen and Zac who were both anxiously waiting for her to say something. “Don’t keep us in suspense pretty girl.” Jensen said.

A wide smile spread across her lips, “It’s official. I’m a published author!” she yelled as both men got up hugging her.

Zac wrapped his long arms around both her and Jensen squeezing them tightly, “Gorgeous this is wonderful! We need to celebrate.”

Jensen nodded in agreement but (Y/N) shook her head, “Not yet. I don’t want to celebrate until I know that it is out in bookstores. That is all I have ever wanted is something I wrote to be sitting on the shelf of a book store.”

“Party pooper.” Zac pouted letting them go.

“She has a point, Zac. The moment we know it is out of the public then we will celebrate.” Jensen said kissing the top of her head. “For now, Zac and I can celebrate you in our own ways.”

(Y/N) looked up to the two men who sandwiched her. Before she could do or say anything Zac was picking her up over his shoulder while Jensen smacked her ass following them upstairs to their bedroom. The rest of the night she spent in a world of blissful celebration thanks to the two amazing men in her life.

Over the next several weeks, Jensen and (Y/N) were getting ready to go back up to Vancouver with only a few days left for the three of them to spend together. The last weekend for them to be in Austin, (Y/N) was looking over her social media seeing all the fans from the show tagging her in posts which was not unusual. However, it was a post from Zac that she was not expecting to be tagged in.

He was in a Barnes and Noble in Austin smiling widely as he held up her book. The caption of his picture saying, “@waywardauthor Look what I found! Congrats my friend I always knew you would make your dreams come true. To infinity and beyond, (Y/N)!”

Her cheeks were hurting from the smile on her face seeing the post. She chuckled reading the little code phrase they came up with for saying I love you in public. She took a screenshot of the post and then a message from Jensen popped on the screen.

“It’s official, so tonight we celebrate for real. There is a surprise we left for you on the bed. Be ready by six tonight. I love you.” His text said as she hurriedly went upstairs to their bedroom.

Sure enough, there was a box with a green bow on it sitting on their bed. Opening it, (Y/N) found a simple white and tan dress, tan cowboy boots and a card. Curious as to what those guys were up too she opened the card seeing Zac’s handwriting.

“(Y/N) you are invited to the rootin’ tootin’ hoedown! Put on your cowgirl best and join us in the barn at six o’clock sharp. Your two studs will be waiting for you.” She started laughing rereading the card again.

The rest of her afternoon went by quickly having a meeting with her literary agent and her manager. They finalized a schedule for a book and press tour already having letting the producers know at Supernatural.

A few minutes before six o’clock, (Y/N) started walking down to their large barn which held some farming equipment Zac had bought. The closer she got to the building she could hear country music playing and then she saw her boys standing by the barn door.

Her jaw slowly dropped seeing the two of them stand there. Both of them in dark brown cowboy boots, jeans, and button down plaids. Top of both their head were large cowboy hats that they were tip down to her as she approached them.

“Howdy cowboys.” She said as they both leaned down kissing her cheeks. She looked up at them both wide eyed panic flooding her.

Zac slipped his arm around her shoulders pulling her into his side, “Don’t worry gorgeous, tonight the three of us are allowed to be ourselves in the safety of our barn.”

Jensen opened the barn door the three of them walking inside to see everyone who was in the loop on their relationship. Jared, Gen, Misha, Vicky and Clif were all dressed up in their country best talking in a small circle. A few of the Supernatural crew and a lot of their friends they regularly hung out with. (Y/N) slipped her arms behind each of their waists as Jensen’s hand trailed down her back.

“We can just be together?” she asked looking up into his deep olive eyes.

Jensen smiled nodding, “Exactly. No worries about anyone seeing us all together. Just us and family tonight.”

She felt Zac’s lips press against her temple, “Celebrating you accomplishing your dreams.”

The night was one of the best in (Y/N)’s life. She could freely mingle with her closest friends and the loves of her life. She was looking around for Jensen and Zac when she heard someone tapping on a mic. Jared and Gen came along side her as everyone looked up to the makeshift stage of hay bales.

“Oh crap.” (Y/N) whispered running her hand over her eyes.

Jensen was standing with his dad’s guitar while Zac was holding the microphone, “Hello everyone. Jensen and I wanted to take a moment to say thank you for coming out to celebrate our girl, Mrs. (Y/N) Ackles. There are not words to express how incredibility proud of her for turning her dream into a reality.”

“We wanted to celebrate her in a special way with everyone close to us and embarrass her a little.” Jensen said as she held her thumbs up to them making everyone laugh. “We wanted to give her something we knew she would love. Here’s to you pretty girl.”

As soon as Jensen began playing the first notes, (Y/N) felt her face burning remembering the first time she heard him singing this song.

November 2018 – Nashville

(Y/N) was standing on the side of the stage watching as Jensen walked up in front of a crowd of screaming fans. Her phone buzzed in her back pocket just as Louden Swain began playing ‘Like a Wrecking Ball’ by Eric Church.

“Come backstage.” Her head snapped up as she made her way backstage.

Among the ladies of Supernatural was Zac standing nearly a foot taller than any of them. She was shocked to see him, and her stomach started churning. Kim Rhodes made her way over to her smiling, “I just love your best friend. The way you guys all met and are so close is amazing.”

“Yeah he’s full of surprises. Hi Zac.” She said as she walked over with Kim.

“Hey there, I thought I would surprise you and Jensen since I was in Nashville as well.” He said hugging her a little tighter than friends would.

The girls eventually left them alone to grab some drinks and (Y/N) noticed Zac slowly moving them further back away from everyone. His hands were gripping her hips tightly as he grinded against her. Between Zac touching her and Jensen’s rhythmic voice the ache between her legs was getting to be too much.

Looking around to see everyone watching Jensen on stage, (Y/N) placed her hand on top of Zac’s sliding down between her legs. His head nuzzling into the crook of neck. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, “Fuck I need you. I need you both.”

“That old house is gonna be shaking. I hope those bricks and boards can take it. But I won't be surprised if the whole damn place just falls. I'm gonna rock you baby, like a wrecking ball.” He sung at the same time as Jensen their voices collectively making her weak in the knees.

Present Day – Austin

“And that old house is gonna be shaking. Rafter and rocking foundation quaking. Crash right through the front door, back you up against the wall. Love you baby take it right there baby rock you baby, like a wrecking ball.” Zac and Jensen finished the song together as everyone started clapping for them.

They came down off the stage chatting with a few people as they made their way to her. (Y/N) hugged each of them kissing their cheeks before making her way up to the stage. She picked up the mic tapping on it getting everyone’s attention.

“I just wanted to thank everyone for coming out here to celebrate my book being published. It really means the world to me knowing I have everyone’s love and support not only for my book but for my life as well. Jensen, Zac you two have thoroughly embarrassed me,” everyone started laughing, “and made me feel incredibility special tonight. Thank you and I love you both with all my heart. Now everyone enjoy the rest of the evening.”

She walked off stage into the arms of the two that meant the most to her. Jensen leaned down whispering, “How ready are you for this night to be over and the real fun to begin?”

Before (Y/N) could answer she felt Zac’s fingers grazing up her leg until they brushed against her soaked panties, “Oh she’s ready maybe we should just sneak off to the house.”

She bit her lip to keep from moaning, “That would be rude plus I want you both in here on the hay in nothing but those hats.”

Both men groaned, “Fuck.” (Y/N) giggled kissing them both.

Once Jared and Gen finally left the three of them sat on the hay bales sighing collectively. (Y/N) was leaning her head against Jensen’s shoulder with her eyes closed when she felt Zac’s hands running up her legs to her panties pulling them down. Jensen’s arms circled her waist gathering dress around her waist.

“Zac…” she moaned as he left small kisses along her slit.

Jensen was pulling down the top of her dress revealing she was not wearing a bra, “I knew it. Zac, you owe me twenty bucks.” His thumbs circling around her nipples as Zac’s tongue pushed past her slick lips.

“Oh god.” (Y/N) reached down with one hand pulling off Zac’s cowboy hat and raking her fingers through Zac’s soft hair. Slipping her other hand around the back of Jensen’s neck.

Zac lifted her legs over his broad shoulders spreading them slightly as he flicked his tongue over clit. Jensen’s full lips were making their way down her neck sucking gently on her skin. Her body was trembling needing more from both of them but when she tried to move both men held her in place.

(Y/N) groaned feeling one of Zac’s long fingers push inside her slowly, “Oh no gorgeous, you’re staying right here where we can see you come undone. Jay, what do you think one for each of us?”

She felt Jensen nodding as he laid her down on the hay bale looking down at her, “Definitely one for each of us before the real fun begins.”

(Y/N) let out a strangled breath as Jensen took one of her nipples in his mouth and Zac’s mouth returned to her clit while adding another finger to pump into her. She was already wounded up from being able to be affectionate to them both all night. She felt at any moment she would burst closing her eyes tightly.

“Look at me pretty girl.” Jensen whispered, “I want to see those beautiful (Y/C/E) eyes when Zac make you come. You’re so close, aren’t you? Just let go pretty girl.”

Her body began quaking as her release hit her, “Shit!” she cried out feeling Zac smiling as he ran his tongue over her one last time.

Trying to catch her breath she watched as the men switch spots. As they stood up, her eyes went wide seeing their hard lengths straining against the denim trapping them. When Zac was close enough to her she stroke his length making him hiss harshly.

“Please guys… I need you inside me. I can’t…” Jensen lapped over her sensitive clit making her back arch.

Zac knelt beside her kissing her deep the taste of bourbon and herself bringing out a low groan deep from within her chest. “You can gorgeous. I want to see Jensen bring you over the edge now.”

He kissed her again, but she could hear him unfastening his belt and pants. “Fuck, fuck, Jen-Jensen.” She called out as he pushed his tongue in and out of her.

(Y/N) did not wait for Zac’s pants to be undone before shoving her hand down his boxers grasping his cock stroking it. “Shit! Jay, she really wants our cocks.”

She looked down to see Jensen’s dark eyes staring up at her as he lifted his head. His ginger beard covered with her juices, “Alright pretty girl, I’ll make this quick.”

“Jensen!” she cried out as two thick finger plunged into her while his tongue mercilessly pressed and flicked over her clit.

“Jesus gorgeous, keep stroking me like that.” Zac grunted as her hand moved at the same pace as Jensen’s fingers within her.

“Oh fuck, I’m c-coming!” she yelled letting go of Zac’s cock both her hands smashing Jensen’s cowboy hat pressing his face against her riding out her second orgasm.

Panting, (Y/N) glance over watching Jensen and Zac strip out of their clothes. Hard cocks springing out of their boxers and her body clenching wanting them both. Shakily, she stood up pulling her dress over her body. When she looked to both men again they were each fisting their cocks their hungry eyes traveling her naked body.

“Jay, how did we get so lucky to be in the presence of this beautiful woman?” Zac asked as they approached her.

Jensen stood in front of her leaning down to kissing, “I ask myself that very question everyday my friend.” He answered as she felt Zac pressing his lean body against her back.

“Well gorgeous, where do you want us?” he asked kissing her shoulder as his length slipped between her legs rubbing against her folds.

Jensen’s cock was pressed against her stomach as his teeth grazed against her jaw and chin. Originally, she had been fantasizing all night about riding one of them cowgirl while she sucked off the other. In this very moment sandwiched between the two of them she needed them both deep in her at the same time.

“Just like this.” She whispered taking Jensen’s arm and hooking one of her legs over it while leaning back against Zac to keep her balance. She looked up to see Jensen’s raised eyebrow slowly descend as she stroke his cock rubbing the tip down her slit.

Zac held her hips backing away so Jensen could push inside of her. Her fingers digging into his meaty shoulders, “Son of a bitch.” He grunted as she giggled.

“Your Dean is showing.” She whispered leaning forward capturing his lips before he could say anything.

Jensen pumped into her a few times before she reached behind her wrapping her fingers around Zac’s shaft, “Now you big boy.”

He brought one of his hands up to her mouth pushing two fingers inside of it. (Y/N) sucked on the salty digits running her tongue all over them, “Shit (Y/N)…” he moaned as he pulled them from her and pushed them against her puckered hole.

“Please Zac… need you.” She said as he stretched her with his fingers. Jensen as grinding against her trying not to work her up as much as he was.

“Ho-ly fuck…” he muttered against her shoulder as he pushed inside of her.

(Y/N)’s body was shaking from being completely filled by both men. “O-Ohh…” she breathed out as they began to move against her.

They were thrusting at the same time each of their heads resting on either of shoulders. (Y/N) pushed off their hats so she could wrap her arms around each of them. She felt Zac lifting her other leg holding it up just behind her knee. “Fuck!” she cried out as they both plunged deeper within her.

Their whimpers and grunts were a melody that would plague her dreams for a long time. She could feel both of them nearing their releases as their paces picked up. Her body was so tight, and she felt like she was splitting at the seams. Jensen was first to come deep within her biting down on her as he did causing a chain reaction.

(Y/N) came crying out their names and tears slipping down her cheeks from the overwhelming orgasm flooding her. Zac’s body trembled against her as she felt him coming his release slipping down her thighs. Both men pushed into one last time burying themselves deeply into her. Their bodies pressing her like a vice before Zac pulled out of her first letting her leg down. His arms wrapping around her waist as Jensen slipped out of her with a low whimper setting her other leg down.

Her knees immediately gave out and Zac held her up chuckling, “We turned her into jello, Jay.”

“You grab her, and I’ll get everything else.” She heard Jensen say watching him unsteadily bending over giving her a great view of his bare ass.

Zac scooped her up walking off towards the door, “C-Clothes?” she asked as he shook his head.

“Jensen is grabbing them. No one is going to see us and I give you second before you…” was all she heard as she drifted off into unconsciousness.

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[cereittanyprincess15]

Unfortunate hiatus (very long post)

Hello darlings, I’d like to have a not-so-quick word. I know I’ve been very scarce with posting since last year, I’m very aware of it in fact, and while I’ve still managed to get a few MEP parts out and one pretty long video since then it hasn’t been nearly enough compared to have much I wanted/needed to have finished. The thing is, I burnt myself out trying to finish my TTWU audition on time, it was so bad I was losing major amounts of sleep, and the day it was due I was actually running on fumes and only getting some rest in the hours it was rendering before I had to run to work because it ended the exact hour I started. It was really bad, but I got in and I was so happy, but because the burnout had begun I wasn’t able to summon that same amount of drive to finish the first round and ended up falling into a very deep depression.

I loathed myself for working so hard to get in and then dropping out before I could finish that first entry when everyone else was working so incredibly hard around me and that spot could’ve gone to someone else, someone who could’ve told their own story, and that depression mixed in with the burnout to create the biggest blackhole of inspiration I have ever experienced in my years as an editor. So I stopped editing for a while, and became what I hated the most: a deadline-missing unresponsive unreliable MEP letdown. 

I joined so many MEPs before the rp started that I was left with no drive to finish the parts I had left, and I felt so embarassed and hypocritacal in not finishing anything that I feared going up to the hosts to explain why I wasn’t done. If I had no intention of finishing the part because I lost interest I ended up lying because I felt they had waited so long, I should just suck it up and give them their part anyway, and if I wanted to finish my inspiration to actually sit down and work was still gone so I had to keep asking for time. I was disgusted by myself for letting my reputation, at least how I saw it, fall because I was becoming that awful type of person who disappeared once the deadline came around, and I wanted so badly to finish everything but no matter how long I regained my strength or how inspired I became by those really awesome parts I was looking so forward to I just couldn’t bring myself to work for longer than an hour or so if I was lucky.

That was last year, and so many people are still waiting on me. There are for certain MEPs I want to leave because I just don’t care enough anymore, and ones I want to finish, and while my friends were telling me to put my own feelings first and just leave the MEPs, I never could. Well, now I have to.

Last week I was downloading the last movies I needed for a HUGE multiship video I’m doing for a friend (who’s also been waiting ages for this and I am so thankful for her patience) and while I was away from my laptop my drive holding all of my movies decided to crash. I plugged it back in and it popped up after about ten minutes of it being so frozen that even my laptop was freaking out, and it appeared to be fine, until I tried to play a video. It disappeared from my computer list and the drive itself started to make a horrid clicking noise, and after a second of panic I unplugged the drive and checked the internet for an answer on my phone seeing as my laptop was also acting very very bad. 

Naturally, the sound was even worse than I’d expected. According to the internet, it could mean there’s a piece inside the drive that’s out of place, and the clicking was it possibly ruining my data. That, or the drive is already dead. It’s been unplugged since then and tonight I was able to bring it in to get it sent off just like the last time my drive broke. This time, instead of just agreeing on the expensive price and sending it off, the woman behind the counter told me she can’t do a thing with it until I bring in a receipt for the drive. That, and $1600. Then it’d be sent off to I’m guessing Toronto to get checked out, where there’s a chance that my data couldn’t even be recovered.

That was the last screenshot I took (back in January so there were tons more now) of how many movies I had and how much space I had left to show my friends when I told them I really had no more room. That’s just the movies, which I’ve bee collecting for a decade with almost all of my animation ones being in 1080p, with some rarer ones being my greatest pride of them all after years of searching. The rest of the stuff on that drive was my documents, including plans for videos and all my stories that I’ve been writing but not posting since gradeschool, all my pictures including ones of friends I no longer talk to, family, a lot of fanart I’ve collected, and gifts, all my music which is mostly on my laptop but there’s a good amount I deleted off here to make space, all of my downloads including my sister’s old videos that not even she has anymore, more gifts from friends that are no longer available online at all, videos I love and have been watching since 2006, and all my own videos that I’ve made since then as well. I have the vegas and AE files themselves on another drive to free up room and get it all in the same place, but my videos themselves I may’ve just lost. Completed ones, incomplete ones, random ones I made for myself, some animation projects I did for school, all the bits and pieces of old manips for really old projects, all of that might be gone now and after leaving the store knowing that it could be gone for good even if I had the money to send the drive off I spent the next hour or so crying alone in the car because of how frustrated I was.

I’ve heard the old ‘sometimes these things just happen, gotta move on’ spiel, I’ve heard it a lot over a ton of different subjects. But this was my past, 12 years of it, all collected into one place. If this stuff is gone I’ve lost so much that I’ve personally created and found joy in doing so, and I’ll never be able to recreate it or get it back. I find it impossible to just ‘move on’ from something like that, and it’s tearing at me so hard that I can feel my chest physically hurting.

So, now that this has happened, I’ve officially lost my inspiration. I’m taking a long break from editing now that I’ve lost so much of my material, and almost all of my non/disney collection, and will be withdrawing myself from most of the projects I’m in sans a few, which I will list in a bit. I have a mobile backup downstairs where I can get a good deal back, but most of those files are old and I don’t have the money or space to get a brand new drive to copy it onto and start my movies collection over again, nor do I have the energy. I have around 100 of those 753+ movies on my editing drive, and I still have all my shows, but that doesn’t really help a non/disney editor much if all she has is anime. 

I was hoping to open up my first rp contest this summer, so I could become more active with the community and make up for how little I participated in TTWU; I wanted so badly to be apart of the group, but I felt I didn’t deserve to speak to such awesome and talented people when I couldn’t give it my all, so I disappeared just like Jim and tried to let myself be forgotten. I wanted to make up for that with this new rp, and make more friends, but this had to hit me right as I was finalizing the details and now I just don’t have the energy to even think of starting it.

Things I’m leaving, I’ll message the hosts:

Girls Like Girls - Belle and Anya (halfway done, no masking)

Game of Survival - Helga and Tarzan (never started, lost inspiration)

Unhealthy Relationship - Gothel and Bernard (really lost inspiration)

Hit Me Baby - Tulio and Belle ft Louie and Jane (never started, unsure of deadline?)

Meteor Shower - Elsa and Peri (really wanted to do but never started)

Over the Sea - Jane and Pocahontas (cancelled I think?)

Body Electric x Control - JD and Rapunzel (never started, lost Heathers)

I Took a Pill in Ibiza - Hollina (never started)

Young Love - Miguel and Sinbad (never started)

Things I’m finishing (if the hosts still let me):

The Heart Wants What it Wants - Ariel and Lottie ft Eric (halfway done, no masking) 

Perfect Ruin - Aurora, Tulio, and Jim (almost done, haven’t lost anything) 

Gasavages - Phoebus and Dimitri/Peter (still fixing up to personal perfection) 

Gasavages - Mulan and Esmeralda (never started) 

Dirty Dancer - Felicie and Camille (halfway done, lost inspiration) 

Ghost Lights - Jane and Mulan ft Eris (gunna talk to host about it) 

Personal projects I need to finish:

That multiship video (only lost those final movies, have lower quality ones on mobile drive just in case, everything else is on editing drive)

All my collabs are on hold unless the other person wants to just cancel them considering what happened, granted I only have collabs with two people but still

All my requests are still written down and are doable but now I have to rely on what I have left and screenshot sites so that unnecessarily complicates making them

All my MEPs have no deadlines now seeing as I have parts in all of them and I’m obviously not going to be finishing them anytime soon, either way the deadlines all passed last year so it’s not like setting new deadlines will matter right now. I feel so bad about having to walk off of so many considering they’ve waited so long for me, but I don’t want to lie to anyone any longer and keep them waiting on me. I never wanted to be so unreliable but I ended up being a real shithead when it came to deadlines, so maybe I deserve this as karma. Either way, this blog probably won’t have many additions to it in the near future unless a miracle happens and I get my drive fixed, but I won’t be holding my breath. Maybe now I’ll get the chance to work more with Teen Titans again and do some anime videos, but that’ll only be after this sadness wears off.

[thedexdays]

Snapchat Scandals

Day One of NurseyDex week! I’m so happy to be participating in this week. Thank you to the lovely people for organizing this. :D

I also took inspiration from this post. I hope I did the prompt justice :)

Day One: Getting Together

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If it hadn’t been for the new Snapchat update, Will might have never found out.

Tristan had said that he had to go to San Diego for work, some sort of client meeting, which was why it had to be on a weekend. Will had kissed him goodbye Friday morning and watched him drive off, leaning against the doorframe of his house, spatula in hand.

Later that night, Will was half watching one of the Die Hard movies and snap chatting Chris, a work colleague who he had played hockey against during college.

Did u c the new snap update? Chris sent, a pic of the Sharks game in the background.

Will sent back a pic of his feet up on his coffee table. Nope, what is it?

After a moment, Chris sent a screenshot of a map, Bitmoji characters scattered across the screen. His was circled. I c u bro.

Will laughed, taking a quick selfie. Stalker. (How did u do that tho??)

He sent back a demonstration video, with a chirp at the bottom. Damn an engineer couldn’t figure out the newest snap update. #imposter

Will sent back a pic of the laughing/crying emoji over his entire face. Whoops, I’ve been made.

He swiped across the screen like Chris showed him and found Chris’s bitmoji character. He was about to take a screenshot and send it back to him before he saw Tristan’s character. It wasn’t at the airport, or anywhere close to the airport. He zoomed in.

According to the Snapchat map, Tristan was at the Keg Restaurant downtown, which didn’t make any sense. He was supposed to be on a flight to San Diego right now. It left, Will checked his watch, two hours ago. He didn’t have any texts from Tristan saying that his flight was delayed. What was going on?

He closed Snapchat and reopened it, but Tristan’s little Bitmoji icon was still there.

Maybe the update was so new that there were bugs in it?

He narrowed his eyes and grunted, frustrated. No, no way it would be that wrong.

He took a screenshot and texted Chris.

Will: *sent a photo*

Will: any chance snap could get T’s location that wrong??

Chris: Uh where is he supposed to be?

Will: On his way to San Diego

Will watched the little bubble at the bottom of the screen with baited breath. It popped up and disappeared in quick succession a few times. Chris seemed to be having trouble coming up with something to say. Will’s heart sank; he could guess what his friend was thinking.

Chris: No. It wouldn't be that wrong.

Will sighed, slumping forward on the couch so that his elbows were resting on his thighs. His phone buzzed.

Chris: I’m getting in my car now. B at your house in 10. We’re going to find him.

Will’s eyebrows shot up.

Will: Wait C what?

Will: Is that necessary?

Will: What if it’s nothing??

If they went and tried to find him, then it wasn’t nothing. It meant that Chris didn’t think that it was nothing. Will stared at his phone. Did he think it was nothing?

“No. No this isn’t nothing,” he said to his empty house. He looked up and out his living room window at the dark summer night sky. “It’s not nothing…”

He ran a hand through his hair and took a steadying breath, getting up off the couch. He grabbed his keys and wallet before opening, and locking, his front door. He sat down on the stoop to wait for Chris.

He turned his phone over in his hand. He couldn’t come up with a logical excuse as to why Tristan would have lied about the flight, and probably the whole meeting, that didn’t make his heart hurt or spike his anger.

Has he done this before?

Tristan had gone away last month for a five day trip over a weekend as well, and he and Will didn’t see each other every day. They were both busy people. Will bit his lip. Could Tristan be cheating on him regularly?

Will gasped, shoving the traitorous thought away. No . There was no way Tristan would be cheating on him.

He wasn’t that type of guy. Tristan was sweet and kind and had an adorable dog who he adored. He called Will to wish him good night, and when Will had been pulling his hair out with anxiety during the engineering firm’s expansion, he had been a solid rock even though they had only been dating three months. He had met Will’s family and they all seemed to like him… Will paused. His grandmother, who was the best judge of character Will knew, hadn’t liked him though.

Will made a noise of frustration. He leaned his elbows on his knees and put his head in his hands, breathing slowly. There was no need to panic yet. No fucking need.

Headbeems swept over him on the steps and he looked up. Chris waved from the front seat of his truck and Will stood.

“C,” Will started, getting into the passenger seat. “I don’t- I have no idea what to expect. But I’m- I’m starting to expect the worst.”

Chris shot him a sympathetic look, backing out of Will’s driveway. “Look, Will, Tristan’s at a fancy restaurant on a night where he was supposed to be flying out to San Diego.” He hesitated, before continuing. “It could be a misunderstanding, but you… might have to prepare yourself for something- something worse.”

Will clutched the armrests and looked at Chris. “Do you think…” He trailed off, he couldn’t say it. Chris seemed to understand what he was asking though.

He sighed and nodded. “It’ll take us like 20 minutes to get to the restaurant. Why don’t you put some music on, any station you want, and take a minute to breathe. Whatever happens tonight, Will, you’re not alone.”

20 minutes later, they pulled into the Keg’s parking lot. It was a Friday night, so it was pretty packed. By this point, Will was teetering on the edge of fear and anger. Fear, because he thought that he might love Tristan and he wasn’t sure if he could handle seeing him with someone else, and anger that Tristan had the audacity to do this to him, to lie to him and probably be cheating on him, and for the possibility of breaking his heart.

He wasn’t that angry kid that he used to be in high school or college, but he could feel his temper now. Tonight it would probably make an appearance.

Chris killed the engine. “What’s the Snapchat map say?”

Will checked quickly, stomach sinking at what he saw. “He’s still here.”

Chris nodded and opened his door. Will did as well. He felt sort of like he was walking through water as he followed Chris to the Keg’s door. He heard Chris talking to the harried hostess and then saw her give him a pitying look. His stomach rolled, and he looked away.

Chris touched his arm and inclined his head towards the restaurant. “Melissa said that she’ll give us a quick look. She thinks that she saw him, but Will if you don’t want to anymore we can go. Or we can just look and then go back and you can bring it up on Monday. I’ll support you no matter what. I promise.”

His eyes were hard, but his voice was soft, and Will was so so happy to have him here at that moment. He was so thankful for his friend.

He cleared his throat. “No. No, I need to know tonight. I just need to know…”

Chris nodded and then he turned to Melissa. “Lead the way.”

She led them through the bar area and the main dining space, and up the stairs to a second level with fewer tables and more privacy. Will felt the breath leave him; Tristan had taken him here before for one of their first dates. They’d sat by the window right over… His mind stopped thinking. They were sitting at the exact same table that Tristan had taken him to a few months ago. They were holding hands, gazing into each other's eyes. Tristan said something and the other man laughed.

Will saw red.

He felt Chris’s hand on his arm, and he thought that he might be saying something to him, but he didn’t listen. He marched right over to their table and growled out, “You asshole .”

Tristan and the other man looked up at him. Tristan paled, the other man looked confused.

“You absolute fucking asshole. What the fuck? How could you?” Will heard his voice rising, and knew that other tables were looking over at them, but he didn’t care.

Tristan held up a hand, seemingly unsure of what to do. “I- Will- How did you-”

Will cut him off. “You told me that you were going on a business trip to San Diego this weekend. This doesn’t look like any business trip I’ve ever seen,” he hissed, gesturing to the other man.

“I’m not business, I’m his boyfriend. Who the fuck are you?” the other man asked, starting to look angry.

“William Poindexter. I’ve been dating his asshole for five months, but this is officially the end of our relationship.”  He picked up Tristan’s wine glass, and the other man’s glass of water and then dumped both on their heads, slamming the glasses down with a bang.

Chris gasped behind him, Tristan spluttered out a few curse words and the other man stared at him in shock.

“Have a good fucking night,” Will growled, and then he turned on his heel and left.

Will saw Chris talking to Melissa, and a small part of him felt that he should apologize for the mess he made but the rest of him wanted to leave quickly. He was so fucking done with this shitfest. Tonight had been awful.

After he thundered down the stairs, Chris fell into step beside him.

Neither of them spoke before they got back to the car. Chris started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. Will stared out the side window. He felt numb; all the fight had died in him. He felt empty, and like he needed to sleep for a month.

“Do you want to crash at my house tonight?” Chris asked quietly.

Will looked at him. His face was set in a tiny frown, face creased in concern.

“Yeah, please.” And then he started to cry.

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Some days were harder than others.

Some days Will would throw himself into his work and curse Tristan all he wanted and swear he was better off without him. Those days he actually felt like he meant it. He’d go out with friends and laugh and actually forget about him for a while.

Some days, Will couldn’t do any of that. It was those days where he would watch sad movies and try not to cry and feel so so sad and hurt. He couldn’t understand how Tristan could do this to him. Or why he had done this to him. Those were the days where he would facetime his sisters or Mom and let them comfort him, because he needed it.

Slowly, he started having more good days than bad, and he slowly forgot more and more about Tristan and their relationship. It helped that work kept him busy, and that Chris was more than happy to hang out with him, and the fact that the gym by his house was open at 5:30am everyday and didn’t close until 10pm. He learned to distract himself, and keep himself busy, until suddenly he found that he didn’t need to anymore. He didn’t need the constant distraction. It still hurt, thinking about Tristan, but it was a dull ache, like someone poking at a scar, instead of the searing pain it once used to be.

He didn’t think the dull ache was going away anytime soon, but Will could live with it. He was learning to live with it.

Four months after the Incident, as Will had taken to calling it, he went out to a bar with Chris and a few work friends.

He was having a good day, a really good day. They had just finished a major project at work and his boss was over the moon, and Will thought, thinking about giving everyone bonuses.

And he had joined a community hockey league with Chris, and fallen in love with hockey all over again. It wasn’t as competitive as the NCAA team he had played for during college, but holy shit it felt good to have the ice under his feet again. And Chris was such a good goalie.

So yeah, he was having a really good day, and he sort of wanted to find someone to take home. He was ready to finally move on and close the door on Tristan and their relationship.

He was at a corner table with his bros, everyone laughing at a story that Andy was telling about a missing pool noodle and the hottest girl he had ever seen, but Will wasn’t really paying attention. He was half watching the Habs vs Pens game on the TV above the bar, absentmindedly sipping his beer, lost in thought.

He felt Chris nudge his foot and tilt his chin over to two girls at a tall table in the middle of the bar. They were looking at their table, and when Will met their eyes they blushed and looked away.

He turned back to Chris. “You want to go talk to them?”

He shrugged, smile on his lips. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no? I think that the girl farthest from us is actually wearing a Shark’s t-shirt?”

Will laughed, setting his mostly empty glass down and getting out of the booth. “Come on, C. Get up.”

The other guys closest to them laughed, throwing some suggestions their way, and Chris gave them the middle finger good naturedly, before he and Will crossed the floor to the bar where the girls were.

Sure enough, the girl who Chris thought was sporting Shark merch was, and he grinned at her, offering her his hand.

“Hey, my name’s Chris and you have a very good taste in hockey teams. Can I buy you a drink?”

She grinned, shaking his hand. “I knew it! Oh- um,” she blushed and Chris smiled wider.  “Hi, my name’s Caitlin.” She hopped off the stool she was sitting on and nodded towards the bar. “And I’d love a drink.”

Will tried not to smile too wide as the two of them walked off towards the bar.

He turned back to the other girl, who was watching Chris and Cailin with a smile. She was gorgeous, all warm brown skin, shiny dark hair, and bright hazel eyes.

“Hey, I’m Will.”

“Naimah. And I’m sorry, you’re very handsome but,” she held up her left hand and he saw a wedding band on her ring finger. “I’m already taken.”

He laughed. “Congratulations. And well, I prefer men myself anyways.”

Her eyebrows rose ever so slightly, and she grinned. “Well, then I’ll introduce you to my brother, Derek. He went to the bathroom but he should be- oh, there he is. Derek!”

She waved to someone behind Will and he turned.

“Holy shit.”

He couldn’t believe it.

Derek, Will finally had a name for him, lost his smile as he stopped at their table. They stared at each other for a minute. Will was totally speechless.

“William Poindexter. This is a surprise,” Derek said, recovering first.

“I- Well-” Will spluttered, running a hand through his hair.

“Derek, what’s going on?” Naimah asked, eyes flicking between the two men.

“Give us a second Naimah, will you?” he asked, not taking his eyes off of Will.

She didn’t move until Derek looked at her and nodded. She pursed her lips together and got up, heading over to the bar.

“Umm,” Derek hesitated. “I guess- do you want to sit? We probably owe each other a discussion…” He trailed off.

Will nodded, pulling out a chair. He was still shocked, of all the bars in New York they really had to end up at the same one.

Derek laughed quietly, “Yeah, what are the odds right?”

“Oh, did I say that out loud?” Will asked, flushing.

“Yeah bro, you did.”

Neither said anything after that, and an awkward silence formed between them.

“I um- I’m sorry I dumped that drink on you,” Will blurted, ears turning red.

He silently groaned. Jesus Will, pull yourself together!

“Oh, no hard feelings. It um- Well, I understand why you did it.”

“Can I ask,” Will cleared his throat. This was an awkward question, but he wanted to know. “Ah, how long were you and him…” he trailed off.

Derek looked at him silently.

He started to panic. “I mean, you don’t ha-”

Derek interrupted him. “That was our third date. So it was still really new. I uh, didn’t stay long enough to let him explain anything though. I was too angry.”

Will nodded after a minute, he understood that feeling perfectly. His anger was gone now though, as well as most of the sadness. Will was ready to move on and this was good closure.

His eyes drifted down and he spotted the crest of a hockey association on Derek’s t-shirt. He squinted. Yeah, Will was pretty sure that he had played against that team recently.

“You play hockey?” Will heard himself asking.

Derek looked surprised, and glanced down at his t-shirt. “Oh, yeah I play defense for the Venom.”

Will smiled hesitantly. He had no idea what he was doing. “We played you guys like, three weeks ago? I play for Atomic.”

Derek’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Holy shit! I remember you guys! Your goalie was so fucking good bro. You sure he’s never gone pro?”

Will laughed, nodding towards the bar where Chris and Caitlin were talking. “Nope, he works with me. He played NCAA in college though, for Samwell. They won the championship under his captaincy in 2018.”

“I remember you too. D-man. Number 24. You blocked all of my fucking shots that night. And let me guess, you had to have played NCAA at some point too, right?”

“And you blocked all of mine! But yeah, I played for Boston.”

Derek laughed, “Shit, BU wow .”

Will rolled his eyes, grin firmly in place. “Who’d you play for, hmm?”

“Ah, well I played for Michigan.”

Will’s eyes widened, “No way! Your team was full of goons!”

“Well yeah, and enough actual skilled players, like yours truly, to win in 2016 and 2017. How many championships has BU won again?”

“Jesus. Chirp chirp chirp.”

They grinned at each other.

Will sat back. Derek was actually pretty great.

“Why don’t we start over,” Derek said, clearing his throat. He held out his hand. “Derek Nurse, nice to meet you.”

Will smiled, shaking his hand. “William Poindexter. Can I, um, can I buy you a drink?”

Derek smiled. “Yeah, I’d love one.”

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