#we all know mike's got a mean bite and that he is absolutely losing the fight rn to conformity like 😭 huh..

[bylertruther]

yk. the resistance ppl have to so much as considering the idea that mike might not jump to immediately and enthusiastically engaging in obvious n indisputably gay shit with will publicly is kinda funny in a puzzling way when season three and season four, where he does exactly that the entire way through, are literally right there for us all to watch on netflix.com. like. Okay ❤️

[mustnotmeanbutbe]

The Grid Unravels

Jim was in a bad mood, it was his birthday and at fifty-five he’d have enough of those. Once he’d wanted to be a general or an astronaut, but for twenty years he’d gone to work at the same hydro plant. His wonderful boyhood ambitions had decayed away.

He had decided because it was his birthday to order lunch, fresh Mex, for his guys. It came to the plant in a brown paper bag with a red logo silk-screened on the side. He ordered a sofrito burrito, his usual. When he first started ordering that he was afraid the guys would ridicule him for going veggie, but they either didn’t know or didn’t care what sofrito was. He opened the bag in the break room and got the lunches out then folded it up to toss in the trash. He then noticed something strange. The bag was red and tan and the pattern on it was the same as before, but it was just a pattern, it didn’t mean anything. He shrugged his shoulders. Bags were something food came in and that’s all, the pattern on them didn’t matter.

He walked into the control room. Ed and Sam were the operators on duty. Mike was going his rounds checking the switching gallery.

“I got your shit,” Jim told them.

His two employees went into the break room.

Sam bit into a carnitas burrito but after two bites stopped with a puzzled expression.

“What’s that on the wall?” Sam asked.

“It’s a poster,” Ed said.

“I know it’s a fucking poster, what does it fuck say?”

“Safety shit,” Ed said.

Jim looked at the poster. It was a piece of card stock with designs on it, there were no words. He looked around the break room and nowhere were there words, where words used to be there were patterns that looked the same but conveyed nothing. Mike came in clipboard in hand.

“My handwriting’s messed up. These readings I took down don’t make no sense,” he said. The clipboard clunked down on the table.

“Okay guys, lunch over, emergency shutdown time,” Jim told his crew.

“What?” Ed said. He was the lazy one.

“Our minds are going, none of us can fucking read. That’s why we shut down the plant. We got to assume that what’s happening to us is happening everywhere. The last thing a bunch of idiots needs is 256 kilovolts.” As a boy, Jim had imagined his commands would save the day in a crisis. Now all he could do now was try to make the absolutely awful less bad.

“Call corporate first. I don’t want to lose my job,” Mike said.

The man had worked for him for ten years, so Jim took out his phone and tried to comprehend the icons on the screen. Sam, not as badly affected, hit the virtual assistant icon so Jim could talk to it. Elmer Bloch, the VP of generation, was an older engineer, near retirement age, and as conventional as hell. Jim expected to be called names. Sam put the man on speaker.

“Shut down Snowy Mountain Station One? Do what you want. I don’t understand why you called me,” the vice president said and hung up without saying goodbye. Elmer had said the name of the station slowly like he wasn't sure what Jim was talking about.

“Man, that was weird, he didn’t give a shit, we’d better do it,” Mike said.

In half an hour the plant was dead, though the shutdown was only carried out properly due to years of practice. By the time the shutdown procedure ended, the men no longer understood the power that had flowed through the network of busbars and cables. The contraction of Jim’s mental horizon no longer scared him. His awareness had become limited to what he could sense. The world around him seemed brighter and more vivid as abstract thought and imagination faded to shadowy memory. No longer capable of understanding his losses, Jim felt free. There was a beauty to the world Jim hadn’t felt since childhood. A vine had intertwined itself with the cyclone fence around the switchyard. Jim picked one of its leaves and ate it. It tasted sharp.

The sky filled with smoke, but after some days it cleared. Inhuman now, even in appearance, the men sang when the stars returned. Ed’s wife and kids showed up and played on the dead switchgear.

“Stay here?” Ed’s wife asked Jim. Speaking and comprehending speech had become progressively harder for all of them, but Jim understood her.

“Sure,” Jim said.

A month later Jim and his crew sat in the shade of a transformer the eating squirrels Jim had killed with rocks and watched while the kids played, dangling from the wires. Words intruded into Jim’s head less and less. He was content. The power grid was now something beyond his imagination, the plant was just where he and his friends lived. As the sun set, they sang a poignant wordless song.

[stripper-patrick]

Next Lifetime 💫Michael B. Jordan pt 1.

Warnings: smut, fluff, kids, sneaky link turned into family, angst, crying, 18+, NSFW gifs, series

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Michael B. Jordan x black plus sized reader (Azina/Z)

<4 years ago>

I’m throwing my ass back to the music just enjoying myself during this time. I’ve had at least 4 shots and I’m feeling all of them.

I feel someone press up behind me and it’s my best friend Michael whose clearly off the Henny just as much as I am. He grinds against me and as I’m working my hips I feel his dick stiffen. A boldness surged through me, or maybe that’s the liquor, and I stand up turning to him sealing a kiss. I’ve always wanted him no doubt I just never knew how to tell him. I guess being drunk is the best way. His hands grab at my waist then snake to my ass. His sweet Hennessy flavored lips are getting me even more drunk but with lust this time. The glisten of his plump lips being out the diamonds in his grill set plastered perfectly on his teeth.

“Let’s go to my house” I nod agreeing with his request and he grabs my hand leading me outside. He hails down a cab and opens the door letting me get on first. He smacks my butt on the way in and I giggle.

“322 Barron Street please” it’s about a 15 minute ride from here.

The driver begins his route and Michael starts kissing my neck and his hand slips down my shorts. My panties are beyond soaked and now he’s rubbing my clit making me whine.

His hand wraps around my throat whispering on my ear “stay quiet ma” he rubs again and as soon as the driver turns the corner into Michael’s loft I’m bussing all over his fingers biting the bottom of my lip trying to stay quiet.

He wraps his hand around my mouth flicking my clit faster making me shake harder. He pulls out his coated fingers placing them in my mouth. I suck off my own sweet juices and he grabs my by the throat kissing me tasting myself off my tongue. The driver clears his throat and we stop giggling and getting out. He tips the driver and walks past me opening the door. As soon as he gets the door open my pants are already unbuckled and halfway off.

“Damn hold on mamas” he slurs. We finally make it up to his nicely decorated bedroom and I’m pushed backwards flying back first on the bed. Michael comes on top of me and I flip us over grinding down on his already rock hard dick. He grabs a handful of behind moaning in my mouth. I move down to his neck where I kiss it sloppily. We stop kissing for a moment and I remove my shirt while he does the same. I move down pulling down his boxers and pants in one motion wasting no time swirling my tongue on the tip of his leaking dick. A low moan fills the room and I wrap my lips around the entire tip and push my head down letting it hit the back of my throat. I let it get wet then go back up to sucking on the tip while my right hand jerks the base and my left hand cups his balls. I come off with a string of saliva and I use my palm to rub on the top directly allowing the slick saliva to give him pleasure. His stomach caves and a loud moan erupts from Michael as he looks down holding vicious eye contact with me.

“Fuck Z” I continue going to town until he grabs me by the throat pulling me up to his mouth. Michael’s tongue roams my mouth fighting for dominance as he pulls me on top of him. I grab his throbbing dick pushing it inside of my aching pussy feeling him expand my walls gracefully. He leans back laying his head on the pillow as I gasp sinking down on him until our hips meet. I place my hands on his chest and sit on my feet rocking my hips along his shaft. His eyes flutter shut as I work my magic swirling my hips in a sloppy drunken circle. He bites his lip while one hand grabs the back of my head pulling my sweaty forehead to his. The other hand grabs a handful of my ass pulling me down. His dick fills my pussy completely making me gasp. Without missing a second Keith grabs both sides of my head keeping deadly eye contact with me and thrusts his hips beating my pussy from below. I let out a mewl holding his biceps while digging my acrylics into them. I bite my lip as he obliterates hot spots I didn’t even know were there.

My entire body feels like it’s on fire as after he thrusts he gives it aches and caves for more. “You like that? You like being daddy’s lil bitch” he moans pounding me out. Michael moves his hands wrapping his hand around my throat pulling me further and growling in my ear. I try to push away as the pleasure is starting to overwhelm me and he holds me by my hips keeping me right where he wants me. The only that can be heard in the room is the slushing sound of my wetness, the clapping of my ass and his balls slapping against my ass. My legs shake already as he continues. My pussy soaks everything underneath me as I let out a struggled moan cumming harder than I’ve ever came with any other man before. Michael pulls out pushing me up onto his face while jerking himself off in the process. He wraps his hands around my hips tasting the beautiful mess he made. My body jerks and my hand instinctively moves to his head as I roll my body on his tongue. He moans at my taste sucking and lapping on my clit. I smile getting off his face and back on his dick bucking my hips wildly. Michael guides my hips keeping himself as deep as possible. He begins thrusting up again at a fast pace making my eyes roll to the back of my head. He growls again giving me a fair warning that he’s about to cum. Without thinking I scream “cum inside this pussy daddy”

I’m aching from his blows. I sit up and keep bouncing at the same pace as he holds my hips tensing up. His seed spills inside of me and I watch his arch his back when I clench my pussy creating a suction. He moans pressing into my hips more.

Michael sits up kissing me and giving me a hard spank to my right ass cheek. His dick throbs inside of me as our mixtures leaks out dripping past his balls and onto the sheets. Drunkenly I lay on top of him giving him lazy kisses. Time and liquor consumes us and before I know it we’re both asleep in each other’s arms.

…

I wake up with a headache the size of the room. I feel like if I move too fast I’ll throw up. I feel someone warmth next to me and I pause. Who did I go home with last night? What happened? I’m aching between my legs but my conscience tells me not to be scared. I look behind me seeing Michael fast asleep. I sigh in comfort knowing I’m safe. He stirs in his sleep opening his eyes and he sees me. “Morning”

“Morning” I move my legs and notice they’re weak. I pull back the covers and we’re both completely naked. Oh shit. I jump up to the best of my ability and he sits up too

“Mike what did we do last night”

“Well using my context clues we had sex” he says rubbing his eyes

“Michael do you not see an issue with that? You have a girlfriend”

“I know but I mean if I’m being honest I’ve always had feelings for you Z and clearly you feel the same way” he states. I grab my underwear shaking my head.

“Mike that’s not the point you knew we shouldn’t have acted on it especially since you’re in a relationship. This could absolutely ruin our friendship. Lemme ask you this what if we go get together and break up then what you know I’m not friends with my exes. If you can be cool with your ex y’all were never in love or still are in love. There’s no in between” he looks at me with his head hanging low. He knows exactly where I’m coming from. “I’m not tryna lose you as a person in general” Mike goes in the bathroom brushing his teeth and peeing.

I collect my clothes putting them back on and Mike throws on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt he grabs some slides and his car keys . Luckily my car is already at home since Michael and his girl Lori picked me up.

“Z I’m sorry. I know things went too far but I’m glad we at least know how we feel about each other” he says “and I don’t regret what happened last night” I nod and get in his car. He gets in the drivers seat taking off and taking me home.

…..

Lori decided to have a pool party today to celebrate Mike for his birthday. Of course he invited me and being his best friend I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Plus it’s at his new house and I’ve never seen it before. Granite we haven’t talked much or seen each other at all since our ordeal a couple weeks ago. In fact this is the first time I’ve actually seen him since that day.

I walk through their beautiful house with a bottle of champagne in my hand. I see Lori in the kitchen. Honestly me and her have never really been that close. I never really cared for her but I was always cordial with her. “Hey Lori I brought this for y’all” she looks at me taking the champagne without even saying thank you. Bougie bitch. Don’t get me wrong I’m bougie too but best believe I’m as humble and as thankful as they come. I guess that’s why me and Mike are best friends. We’re the same.

I roll my eyes and my heels click outside where I see a bunch of people lounging in the pool and on the sides with drinks in their hand. My other best friend Lamia greets me with open arms. Her perfume makes me nauseous and dizzy “Hey girl” she smiles

“Hey” I say trying to hold my breakfast down.

“Mike is over there. Have you and him talked since then?” As soon as I got home that day I got ready for work and told Lamia what happened. I shrug my shoulders as an answer.

“Only small talk and I’ve low key been trying to avoid him just so the awkward tension doesn’t arise” I say

“Makes sense” Michael begins walking over and I stride a little further away until he catches me.

“Hey ladies” he hugs lamia and I’m next. I smell his cologne and melt. “you want a drink Z” I shake my head

“I don’t feel too hot right now so I’ll stick with water for the day” he nods eyes lingering on me for longer than a second. Lori comes out running his bare back and our contact is broken. While Lori begins talking to him I slip away downing the rest of my water. The nausea is finally gone and I sit on the lounge chair going on my phone. I put on my sunglasses shielding my eyes.

While I’m relaxing in the sun I notice Michael keeps staring at me. I see the small bulge in his shorts and I can’t help but bite my lip, mouth water at the taste of his dick down my throat.

A mid-height dark skin man starts walking my way and I see he has a pearly white smile similar to Michael’s. I get a better glimpse of his face. His name is Jayson. I’ve heard about him before. I heard he’s a player and he sleeps with anything that moves.

He sits next to my feet flashing his smile at me. I sit up with a small smile on my face. “Hey I’m Jayson Mikes friend”

“Yea I know. I’m Z”

“What’s that short for”

“Azina” he smiles scooting closer. I glance up seeing Mikes eyes never leaving me.

“That’s beautiful. Fitting for a beautiful woman” he bites his lip. I take a deep breath and take my sunglasses off. I stare directly into Michael’s eyes and he’s fuming. Dimples are prominent in his cheeks, nose flared, biceps flexed from how tense he is. Jayson moves even closer and that’s when Michael comes over.

“Hey Jay what y’all talking about?” He interjects with his nose held high. A small rage burns in my stomach at how he completely ruined my chance at something. Even if I was just playing Jaysons game right back at him.

“Her name. It’s pretty”

“Oh yea the two ‘A’s in her name stands for aggravated assault. She’s crazy man she beat niggas” he laughs. He’s not fully wrong “but she’s my kinda crazy. Speaking of Azina can I speak to you privately please? Jay you don’t mind right? Course not be right back” before I even have a chance to protest he grabs my wrist and my panties are soaked by the time we enter the glass double doors of his house that Lori happens to be staying in. Just hearing him call my name rather than my nickname has me wanting to be on my knees on this cold marble floor.

“What the hell is your issue?” I ask yanking my arm away. He grabs me again taking me upstairs through the neatly decorated white hallway. We get into his gold coated marble bathroom where he locks the door. I lean against the counter and he folds his arms “why have you been avoiding me”

“I-“

“And don’t lie to me” he asserts his dominance making my clit throb. Silence and heavy thick sexual tension fill the air and I look down at my long pink acrylic nails. He steps closer sealing any space between me and him. His large hand wraps around my throat making me bite my lip “you like seeing me get all jealous? Shit makes you wet mama?”

“Yes” I whimper. And just like that I’m putty in his hands. He pulls me up to his plump lips placing a wet kiss on them. Michael pulls off my duster of a swimsuit coverup. His large hands play with my breasts and my hand moved to his hard on. He’s rock solid now. His hand moves from my breast to my bikini bottoms rubbing my clit. My hips hunk and my hands move to his bicep as his plump lips kiss my neck. My body jerks as his thick fingers slide into my hole with ease. He begins pressing my g-spot like a button making me lose my breath. Michael moves up to my ear whispering “you’re mine”

He pulls his fingers out and sucks them dry turning me around some I’m facing the huge mirror above the sink. I grab the ledge bracing myself as he rolls my bottoms down spanking me in the process. I spread my cheeks feel his warm hard dick press inside of me. He fills me up and holds my hips bouncing me back to meet his thrusts. His breaths become heavy and ragged and my mouth drops open but nothing comes out.

Michael is pressing right on my g-spot making me lose my breath. “Daddy” I whimper.

“That’s my girl take all this shit. You wanna flirt with other niggas ima show you who you belong to” he wraps his hand around my throat quickening his pace. My eyes squeeze shut and my moans get louder. The sounds of our moans and my ass clapping fills the room but we have to keep it quiet so no one comes up here and finds us.

“You like when daddy fill you up bitch?”

“Yes I love it so much” my legs begin shaking as my orgasm approaches fast like a train. He gets close to my ear still pounding me out against the marble counter.

“Look at me when I make you cum” I bite my lip and his grip tightens on my neck. I open my eyes to the best of my ability as my entire body seizes in front of him. My body is on fire and he chuckles biting his lip “you look so fucking pretty taking all this dick like a good little whore”

I whimper jerking around and he pulls out watching my body tense up and convulse. He smacks my already shaking ass. Michael turns me around again putting me on the counter and he gets on one knee licking my pussy. He slurps you the mess he made moaning at the taste. I watch as he pulls my pussy lips back making sure to get as much of my clit as possible. My body writhes from still being sensitive and I grab the back of his head pushing him further in me. I pull off my bikini top rubbing my nipples while grinding on his face. My head falls back and he gives small licks making me even crazier than before. Michael comes up kissing my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue. He taps his dick on my clit before inserting himself again. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he wastes no time taking me to Poundtown.

His short nails claw down my back and he buries his head in my neck. “That’s it daddy right there” my nails take through his short waves as his hips ripple through me. My moans uncontrollably get louder and he covers my mouth pounding me harder “can’t scream now can you baby?” I whimper eyes rolling to the back of my head as I squirt on his dick “that’s what I want fuck I’m bout to cum” his growls get louder and he kisses me moaning. His body shakes when he leaks inside of me. My nails scrape down his back and he empties his load inside of me.

He stays inside of me staring deep into my eyes. I can’t help this feeling anymore but I need to for the sake of our friendship. Michael’s catches me in a kiss and for a split second I ignore my feelings and kiss him back. As if he were really mine. That thought stops me from going any further “I’m sorry for avoiding you”

“I understand mamas” he kisses me again and pull out grabbing a towel he wipes off my pussy and leans down placing a kiss on my clit making me gasp. I chuckle getting off the counter with his help. My legs shake and I laugh. I grab my clothes putting them back on and making sure I look like I did before I came up here.

“Mike” I hear Lori call from downstairs. To the best of my ability I walk to the door but before I open it Michael grabs my arm kissing me again. This one was more passion than lust. I smile pulling away and open the door. To see Lori coming in. I turn around and turn him around quickly “so this is the master bathroom?” I look at him

“Yea it’s marble counters and the gold trim it’s my favorite and there’s the waterfall shower in there” we walk towards the shower acting like he was explaining me the layout of the bathroom the whole time. I hear loris heels click in the bathroom “baby the boys are looking for you at the pool” he turns around nodding

“Ard come on Z” We walk past Lori and her eyes linger on us.

Me and Mike walk outside and he can’t stop staring at me. He stands at the front of the bar with a microphone “I wanna thank every one for coming out. I wanna thank Lori for putting this together couldn’t have done this without you babe” that word ‘babe’ leaves a stinging mark on my heart as Lori steps up beside her man. She kisses him and then looks at me. I walk backwards dipping out from the crowd. I go inside and grab the champagne I brought. This bottle wasn’t cheap so if they won’t drink it I will. I pour myself a glass and start sipping it. Michael comes in and once again it’s just us alone.

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry. Look Michael as much as we both want it us being together might never happen simply because you and Lori are a thing and y’all are basically destined for marriage”

“Now you know I’ve been about you and only you for a while”

“I can’t tell cause I’m still single and you’re in a relationship” I sigh “I’m leaving this house is beautiful but you need to figure out what you really want” I extend my arms and give him a hug. He plants a kiss on my neck Mumbling the words I’m sorry again.

I grab my champagne and leave the house with a heavy heart and a cloudy mind. That nauseous feeling is back.

[mypoisonedvine]

ear candy || Mike Weiss x reader

summary: for a good time, call ‘candy.’  she can’t fix your life but she can distract you from it for a while.

word count: about 2k

warnings: technically not smut but definitely close enough (dirty talk/phone sex), some angst, daddy kink, a touch of degradation/objectification kink?? very subtle tho

a/n: my goal with this was to make it very dialogue heavy because I wanted it, like real phone sex, to be mostly about the words rather than anything else!  so I kept the descriptions to a minimum, hope you don’t mind…

You’d heard that more established phone sex operators had companies and screeners and services to help them disguise their number.  All you had was an ad in the paper and a landline, but it got the job done.

Technically, you had no way to know if a call from a number you didn’t recognize was a horny customer or something actually important, but it was pretty obvious when the phone rang at one in the morning on Friday night wasn’t going to be your bank or something.

You let it ring two, three, four times before picking up, putting on a slightly sultry voice as you greeted, “hey.”

“Hey,” the voice returned— so much more assured than you were used to, more confident and casual, nothing like the married men whispering to keep from waking up their wives, nothing like the nervous first-timers who made it clear that you were a mistake they would regret.  “Saw your ad in the paper…”

“I’m glad you called,” you smiled, “what’s your name?”

"Mike,” he answered quickly.  “What’s yours?”

"Hi, Mike,” you purred.  “You can call me Candy.”

“I’m not gonna call you that,” he sighed, and suddenly the air of confidence was gone; not to fear or secrecy, but to obvious weakness, to exhaustion, to an ache that you wish you didn’t understand as well as you did.  “Tell me your real name.”

“You don’t know that Candy isn’t my real name,” you defended.

“Yes I do.  Tell me your real name,” he demanded again, though his tone wasn’t actually very demanding.  You did it anyway.  “It’s pretty,” he decided, a little crack in his voice making your heart twist.

“You don't sound like you're doing too good,” you noted, trying not to make it too pitying but still sympathetic.

"My wife left me."

You nodded, to no one in particular, because you definitely knew how to handle this kind of guy, even if it had been a while since one had called.  "I'm sorry to hear that.  How can I help you?"

"I can't stand being alone," he explained tensely.

"I can definitely help with that…" you trailed off.  “I can just listen, if that’s what you need.”

“No, I... I want you to talk,” he assured, making you smirk slightly.

“Do you have a credit card, Mike?” you prompted.

“Yeah, yeah, lemme give you the number,” he mumbled, the sounds of shuffling indicated that he was searching for his wallet.

He dictated the numbers to you as you sat up and dashed to your computer, entering them in and stalling a bit until the card came back approved.  “So, Mike, tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Nothing, it’s a blank slate,” he murmured, voice lilted with a smirk.  “Wanna give me something to think about?”

“What do you wanna know?”

“Tell me what you’re wearing.”

“Not much, I was in bed when you called… so just a t-shirt.”

“Just a t-shirt?” 

“Yeah… it’s too big for me, it’s an old Cowboys shirt my ex left behind…”

“Cowboys?  You’re breakin’ my heart, honey,” he chuckled.

“You’re a Houston fan?”

“It’s a symptom of being in Houston, right now, as we speak.”

“Fair enough,” you giggled.  “Maybe I should take it off then, if it bothers you…?”

“So if my calculations are correct, that should mean you’re completely naked right now.”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

You set the phone down to remove the shirt, coming back with a chipper announcement: "Done!"

“Yep,” you agreed, popping your lips at the end of the word.

“Then do me a favor and play with your tits a little bit.  Are your nipples hard?”

“Yeah, they got hard when I heard your voice, it’s really sexy.”

“Good, give ‘em a little pinch then…   does it make you wet, when you touch them like that?”

“Mhmm, they’re really sensitive,” you admitted.

“I bet you’d love my tongue on them, wouldn’t you?  You’d like me sucking on your tits?”

“Yes,” you sighed, “please, I’d love it so much.”

“Why don’t you touch your pussy for me?” he prompted, cocky as ever.

“Tell me how, exactly,” you bargained.  “I wanna touch myself the way you would touch me.”

“Two fingers on your clit— slow, smooth circles…”

You moaned a little, following his instructions.  “Fuck, Mike, it feels really good.”

“I like when you moan my name like that.  By the end of the night you’re gonna be screaming it for me, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds like exactly what I need.”

“Yeah, I bet so, bet you really need to get fucked.  And it’s handy, then, that I really, really need to fuck something, god I’m so worked up I could just lose it.”

"Yeah?  Tell me about it."

"M'hard, so hard, can't stop thinking about what it would be like to be inside you."

"I like the sound of that.  What would you do to me, if you could?'

"I'd fuck you so good, sweetheart, until you begged me to stop because you couldn’t come anymore."

"Mmm, I bet so, you sound like you know how to fuck.”

“Hell yeah I do, and you sound like you need a thick cock.”

“Is that what you’re offering?” you hummed, biting your lip.

“If you think you can take it.”

“Fuck, I’ll try my best… it’ll probably be a pretty tight fit.”

“Good.  I wanna fucking ruin you.”

“Oh god,” you groaned, “can I please put something inside me?  Two fingers?”

“Just one,” he instructed.

You whined when you pushed one finger in and it wasn’t nearly enough to satiate your needs.  “I need more, please…”

“Okay baby, just one more but go slow, I like when you get desperate.”

After a few quiet moments where you could only hear his breathing and your own needy moans, curiosity got the better of you.  “Are you stroking your cock, Mike?” you asked softly.

“Yes,” he answered, the little strain in his voice making you confident he was telling the truth.

“How does it feel?”

“Good,” came another hasty reply.

“It would feel so much better if it was my pussy, if I was riding you right now.”

“I’d be so fucking deep in you,” he groaned tensely.  “That’s where I wanna come, too… wanna fill you up right inside that snug little cunt.”

“Oh fuck,” you whispered.  “Please, daddy…”

“What was that?  I can’t hear you,” he taunted.

“I— I said ‘please… daddy,’” you repeated, afraid it would turn him off but he let out a dark chuckle that ended with a groan and a hissing breath in through his teeth.

“Fuck, that’s hot.  Is that what you need, sweetheart?  Need daddy to take care of you?”

“Yes, please, need you…”

“Don’t worry honey, I will, just keep fucking yourself with your fingers, and don’t come until I say so.”

You whined but didn’t dare disobey, moaning with each touch to your sensitive bud, not holding any sound back so he could hear how needy you were loud and clear.

“Please, I need to come, wanna come for you, Mike,” you begged when you were starting to worry you couldn’t hold back much longer.

“I know, but not yet… almost.”

“Please, daddy” you sobbed, weak and almost a whisper, making him grunt a little.

“Just say my name when you come, honey, and don’t stop rubbing that little clit until you’re absolutely sure you can’t take any more.”

“Fuck, Mike,” you hissed.  “Oh god, I’m gonna— fuck, daddy, I’m gonna come so hard for you.”

“Good, just like that, baby, keep going,” he egged you on.

“Mike!” you yelped, shocks reverberating through your body as your back arched up off the bed.  His moans encouraged you further, echoing in your ears and somehow making everything more intense.  It was easy like this to imagine that he was on top of you, moaning in your ear as he filled you with his cock; your walls clenched around nothing, begging to be stretched around something, as you felt a gush of warmth seep from your entrance.  

Like he’d told you to, you kept going past the peak until your hands gave out, until your body was numb with pins and needles from the intensity of your pleasure.

“Oh my god,” you sighed, “that was… I haven’t come that hard in so long.”

“You sound incredible when you come, baby,” he cooed, “think you can do it again before I finish?”

“I’m too sensitive, it’ll hurt,” you whined.

“Give it a minute, then,” he chuckled.  “Did you make a mess, honey?”

“Um, a little,” you giggled.  “I’m so wet it’s dripping onto the sheets now.”

“Fuck, wish I could help you clean that up,” he purred, laughing at your little gasp.  “Would you like that?”

“Yeah, I bet you’d be good at it… you’re good with your tongue so far.”

“And you?”

“Me?  Well, I bet no matter how big you are, I could take you all the way down my throat.”

“Fuck, honey, you’re so dirty, huh?”

“Yeah, and I really like sucking cock…” you added coyly.  “Would you let me get on my knees and taste you, daddy?”

“Whenever you wanted, sweetheart, fuck… I’m close, keep going honey, you’re so fucking good.”

“Please come for me, oh my god, please come,” you moaned, “I want you to come— please daddy?”

“I will, baby, I’m gonna come… fuck, I’m so close.”

“I wish I could help you, daddy, I wish you were fucking me so hard right now, using me, making me your toy.”

“Yeah baby, you just wanna be owned, huh?  Wanna be daddy’s little slut?”

“Yours, fuck, wanna be all yours.”

“That’s it, keep talking— m’gonna come.”

“Yes, daddy, stroke that cock for me, close your eyes and imagine I’m there with you, begging for your come… I want it all in me, daddy, I want it leaking out of me all night, please please please come, please come inside me—”

“Fuck!” he yelped, moaning louder than ever.

“Yes, keep going, fuck, you sound so hot,” you encouraged, “give me all that fucking come, daddy.”

A throaty, exhausted groan preceded a sigh as he began to catch his breath, making you smile pridefully.

“Shit,” he hissed, “I have to clean this up all by myself, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s the less fun part,” you sighed.

“You’re good,” he offered, voice still breathy as he panted a little bit.  “Thanks, that really… that helped.”

“Feeling a little better, daddy?”

“God, don’t say it like that,” he groaned, “you’re just gonna get me goin’ again.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.”

“What you want is to take all my money by keeping me on the phone all night,” he chuckled.

“Okay, I’ll let you go,” you relented.  “I bet you’re gonna sleep well tonight.”

“Better than I have in months,” he agreed.

"Will you call me again sometime?"

A little pause made you worried he wouldn’t.  "Maybe we could meet up instead?" he offered hesitantly.

"Different price than talking on the phone…" you warned him.

"Yeah, I know, that's fine," he dismissed.  “We’ll work that out later.  But maybe you could come to my motel room?”

“I can do that,” you grinned.  “You talk a big game, I’m looking forward to finding out if you can live up to my expectations.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re gonna regret saying that.  You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you.”

You laughed a little, clenching your thighs together.  “Promises, promises…”

[headinthestaticsky]

The Dusk Calls for me: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 12

AUTHORS NOTES: None of the characters in Twilight belong to me. All rights go to Stephanie Meyer.

We’re heading into the Finale of book 1 folks... I have so many ideas for book 2... it’s going to be great. Hopefully!

“You get ready, you get all dressed up

To go nowhere in particular Back to work or the coffee shop Doesn't matter 'cause it's enough To be young and in love.”

Love by, Lana Del Rey

Bella was finally going to meet the Cullens officially. All day before I had left to go down there she paced, looking like she was going to be sick. All of the Cullens were cooking Italian for Bella. The only person who I was worried about was Rosalie. She was furious at Edward for even dating her, and when he went public with her... it set her over the edge. Emmett was chopping up lettuce and other vegetables for her while Rosalie begrudgingly held a bowl for him to put it in. I was sitting in the living room with Jasper, he was concentrated on reading some books. It was always entertaining to watch vampires read so quickly.

“Is she even Italian?” Rosalie asked.

“Her name is Bella, Rose... she has to be.” Emmett replied.

“Emmett... you thought I was french just because my name is Fleur. That food was really good though... not like I am complaining. I said.

“Okay I admit I messed up there but, I have to be right about this one.”

“Whatever you say Em.”

“Shut it short-stack.”

“At least I don’t hit my head through small doorways.”

He glared at me jokingly and then rolled his eyes.

“Rose, tell her to stop bullying me.”

“I’m sorry I can’t do that... it’s too funny to listen to.” Rosalie said.

“Ugh, I feel betrayed.” Emmett said, his hands going toward his un-beating heart.”

Rosalie smiled, it was soon dropped though. She must’ve kept thinking about Bella.

“She better eat this.”

“Don’t want to sound gluttonous here but... I was totally eat if she doesn’t.... it’s her lose.”

“Stop trying to make me laugh.”

“I will never stop my attempts to make you laugh.”

“Woo, get a whiff of that, here comes the human!” Rosalie said in a sing-songy voice.

Esme smiled widely, she quickly wiped her hands before making her way over to Bella.

“Bella, we’re making Italiano for you.”

“Bella, this is my Esme my mother for all intents and purposes.”

Emmett raised his hand and waved at Bella with a knife in it. Bella and Esme exchanged a bit of Italian.

“Hello again Bella, hope you’re well.” Jasper said.

“Hey, Jasper... hope you’re well too.”

“You’ve given us an excuse to use the kitchen again. We usual make meals for your sister when she stays over.” Carlisle said.

“I hope you’re hungry.” Esme added.

I could see a nervous look on Bella’s face, I probably should’ve told her they would cook for her. 

“Y-yeah absolutely.”

“She already ate.” Edward said, a tinge of attitude in his voice.

Rosalie stood there, anger was all of her face. She smashed the bowl she was holding in her hand.

“Pull back Edward, you’re throwing her to the wolves!” I thought.

“Damn Rose... remind me not to piss you off again.” I said.

She had to bite down a smile.

“Perfect...” She said.

“It’s just because... I know you guys don’t eat. I didn’t want to put you into any trouble.”

“Of course, that is very considerate of you.” Esme comforted.

“Just ignore Rosalie, I do.” Edward said.

“Yeah, let’s just keep pretending that this isn’t dangerous for all of us.”

“Look, I would never tell anybody about you guys... Besides, Fleur knows and you trust her.”

“It’s because I pick up a good energy from her... I know I can trust her with anything I tell her. She’s not a backstabber, she’s told me some of the stuff you’ve done. I’m sorry but, it made me sick the way you use to treat her. I hated seeing how upset she got telling the things you and your mother said to her”

My eyes widened before looking down at my legs... maybe me being here just reminded them of some of the things I told them. I wasn’t being much help to Bella right now. Jasper sensing my nerves rising, calmed them down. My uncomfortable mood slowly simmering down.

“Rosalie, stop... don’t worry Bella, she knows you wouldn’t say anything about us to anyone.” Carlisle said.

“Well, the problem not is, you two have gone public now so...”

“Emmett.” Esme interrupted.” 

“No, she should know. The entire family could get implicated if this ends badly.”

“Badly, as in... I would become the meal.”

All of the Cullens in the house except for Rosalie and Esme started to laugh. I heard a few thumps before I saw Alice and Dean enter the room.

“Hi, Bella... I’m Alice.” Alice jogged toward Bella, giving her a hug.

“Hi.”

“Gosh, you do smell good.”

“Alice what’re you.”

“Don’t worry... Bella and I are going to be great friends.”

Dean looked like he was struggling to say something. I could tell he was uncomfortable to be around Bella right now.

“It-it’s a p-pleasure to meet you.” He said.

“Don’t mind Dean, he and Jasper are our newest vegetarians.” 

“It’s okay Dean, you won’t hurt her.”

The expression on Edward’s face made me want to laugh.

“Okay well, I’m going to show her around the house.”

“Okay.” Bella mumbled.

“I’ll see you soon.” Alice said.

“Okay.” Bella said again.

“So cute!” Esme gushed.

“I know!” Alice said in agreement.

“I think that went well.” Carlisle added.

“Rose, clean this up... now.” Esme said.

I leaned back into the couch, sinking into it. Jasper put his arm around my shoulder. “What an interesting visit.” I thought to myself.

Another day came and went by, Bella and I were on our way to the diner. It had been so long since I had been down there. I was in the passengers seat of her truck. I thought since we were going to the same place, we should probably drive in the same vehicle... During out drive she started talking about how Edward had been watching her sleep for months.

“Are you serious Bella? That’s kinda creepy.”

“I’m sure you have Jasper in your room with you at night.”

“Yeah but, he always asks me before he goes in there. We plan stuff like that out... He should be coming later tonight actually.”

“Okay... you have a point there.”

When we arrived at the diner and got out of the truck Mike approached us...

“Hey, you and Cullen huh? I don’t like it... I mean he looked at you like you’re something to eat.”

Bella and I looked at each other and smirked... he had no idea how correct he was in that statement. We walked past him and entered the dinner, dad was already waiting for us.

“Hey I hope you two don’t mind I ordered food for you guys already. I got you Bells a Spinach Salad and I got you a burger Fleur.”

“Yeah that sounds good.” I said.

“Good picks dad. Even though, you should get a salad like me next time... cut back the steak.” Bella said.

“Hey, I’m as healthy as a horse.”

"Hey , Chief, the boys want to know... did you find anything by Queets river today?"  The waitress asked.

"Yeah, we found a bare human footprint... but it looks like whoever it is is headed east... the Kisap County Sheriff is gonna take over from here."

 "Okay, I hope whoever it is... they get them fast." The waitress then walked away, a group of men started talking within there group.

I turned around hearing something outside, Mike was doing something to a poor bush outside. I nudged Bella, trying to get her attention.

“Hey, someone’s flagging you outside.”

“It seems that Newton boys got a big smile for you.” Dad added.

Bella looked, and then turned back around, her face looked horrified.

“You can join them if you want.” I said smirking.

“Shut up you jerk... Mike is a good buddy though.” She said back.

Dad face flushed slightly... as if what he was going to say next was embarrassing.

“W-what about any other of the yahoo’s in town?”

“Dad... we aren’t going to talk about boys are we?” Bella said, her face starting to turn red too.”

“I guess not... with you at least.... How is everything going with you and Jasper, Fleur?”

I looked up confused, how did conversation about Bella’s relationships get turn into one about mine.

“It’s going well.”

“Good, I noticed you’ve been spending a lot more time with him lately. That car ride you took was a long one.”

“Oh yeah we drove out for a while... we looked at the stars... it was really nice. He told me I seemed stress and just decided to take me somewhere.” I said, I looked down at my hands while smiling.

Dad seeing this smiled too.

“I always liked that boy, you got yourself I good one.”

“I know I do.” I said finally looking up at him.

“I was only bringing up boys with you Bella because... I feel like I leave you alone too much.”

“I don’t mind being alone dad, I’m like you in that way.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Timeskip: Later that night.

I was in my room, thinking about what dad had said earlier... He found a bare human footprint in the woods. Could it of been the same footprint of the woman who’s body I seemed to be suck in during my dreams? Or could it of been someone else entirely? The wind from my open window got harsher for a second, I then heard a familiar soft thud on my floor. I turned my head, locking my eyes with his.

“What’s going on in that head of yours love?” Jasper asked

“Just thinking of something my dad said earlier...”

“What is it?”

“My dad said he found a bare human footprint down at Queets river today... He said it was heading east. Have you guys found anything yet?”

“No, we haven’t found anything, it’s starting to get frustrating. Have you had anymore dreams about those vampires?” 

“Nope... if it is them though, I have a feeling that print was just a trap to throw them off course.”

“I do too... hey, my family and I plan on playing baseball tomorrow, since Edward is inviting Bella... I thought you could come too.”

“Yes, I would love too, watching Emmett climb and crash into things is my favorite part of the game. That and all those tricks you do with the bat.”

“It’s a plan then, I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

“Sounds good.” I pecked his lips before getting comfortable in my bed, I was still a human... I needed some sleep. I laid there, Jasper behind me holding close.

“Tomorrow is going to be a fun day.” I thought to myself, before drifting off to sleep.

[donutloverxo]

Smooth

Note - This is a birthday gift for my babie🥺🥺 Amber aka @sweater-daddiesdumbdork. I'm sorry Steve's as hairless as a seal😔 at least you have Ari Mike and Colin!

Summary - You're surprised to find just how smooth Steve is.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings - smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, name calling, captain kink, rip steves pubes lol.

Word count - 2.6k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

“What the fuck do you mean you haven’t done it yet?!” You cringed pushing your palms on your ears to block out Ella’s screeching. Maybe it was a mistake to tell her that you still hadn’t hit that supersoilder-golden-boy-next-door.

“We’re just waiting for the right moment you know?” You murmured. You couldn’t tell her the real reason. That Steve had never been intimate with anyone. Even if she was your best friend that was Steve’s secret to tell, not yours.

“When will the right moment come” She shook her head “I’m disappointed in you. You get to date that hunk of a man, and how long has it been a year?”

“Six months!” You defended yourself.

“As if that makes a difference” She scoffed.

“We will do it soon when we’re both ready.” You said ironing out the wrinkles on your dress which you were showing her.

“Alright I just want you to be happy” She rolled her eyes finally giving in “but why're you dressed as a nun?” She looked you up and down confused.

“I’m not a nun! I’m supposed to be snow white. Steve will be my prince.” You couldn’t help the love-struck grin that appeared on your face. You really were living out your best fairy tale with him.

“Wouldn’t you rather wear something traditional” She suggested.

“Hm?” You asked looking at your reflection in your dressing table mirror. You were covered head to toe. Your hair done up like that of snow white with a red headband. “How is this not traditional?” You wondered. It seemed like an okay, albeit cheesy but you were a cheesy couple, costume for Halloween.

“I meant traditional for our generation.” She snickered. She would never say it in front of Steve, but she loved making fun of you for dating someone who was old enough to be your grandpa and how you liked older men. “like a slutty snow White” she continued.

“Nope” You said popping the p and going back into your closet to take off the uncomfortable and restricting dress. You had no idea how you will spend an entire night in that thing. “I don’t want to ruin Disney Princesses for him. He likes them a lot” you shouted so she could hear you. It was so cute how he liked to hum or even sing along with the musicals sometimes. He appreciated the art and the vibrant colors. The idealistic happy endings appealed to the romantic in him.

You came out of your closet taking in deep breathes of fresh air, your torso no longer restricted “That doesn’t mean you can’t still be slutty” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at you.

“What do you have in mind?” You were curious. You were excited to be Steve’s princess. But you would trade that if you what you truly wanted.

Steve groaned looking at himself all done up in his 'prince' costume. Yeah it was his idea to be Snow White and her prince but you were the one who suggested doing a costume together! He couldn’t say no when you looked at him so expectedly. When you gushed so much about this being your favorite holiday.

He looked... ridiculous. There was no other way to put it. From the neck up he was fine, his clean shaven face and golden yellow hair pushed back. He looked like his normal self. But then his pale blue shirt with the balloon sleeves, the dark vest over it and his huge black boots, all topped with a sword strapped to his hip. It reminded him of his army days, when he was nothing more than a monkey.

He contemplated all the teasing he would probably have to endure from his friends the whole night. It would be absolutely worth it to make you happy. With his mind made up he left his apartment and headed towards yours, just across the hallway, to pick you up for the party at the tower. He did lose the sword. That was just too over the top.

He knocked on your door, giddy with excitement to see you in your snow white dress. He made sure to treat you like a princess, how you deserve to be treated by everyone, but to actually see you dressed as one would be something else.

His jaw dropped on the floor as you opened the door and he got a good look at you. You were dressed in... lingerie? You were a white lacy bodysuit that hugged your curves in all the right places. Leaving your legs completely bare. If that wasn’t enough you were wearing a tiara attached to a veil.

He couldn’t stifle the damn near animalistic growl that escaped his throat. He averted his gaze from your pushed up titts to your face. Your make up all done up, from the neck up you almost looked like a bride. “What the hell are you wearing doll?” he grumbled.

“Oh you don’t like it?” you clucked your tongue and looked down at your sexy costume “What a shame. It only costs like 500 dollars” Yeah maybe you were an idiot to spend so much money on a costume but if it worked you’d be seeing stars tonight so it'd be worth it.

“What happened to being snow white? What are you even supposed to be?” You moved to the side so you could let him into your apartment. He ran his hand through his hair plopping down on your couch, his eyes never leaving your body.

“I’m a slutty bride” You twirled in front of him to give him a nice view of your, barley covered, ass.

“That’s lingerie doll. You can’t go out dressed like that” He raised his hand to touch your ass, maybe give it a little squeeze but you quickly turned around.

Your hands on your hips you asked “Why not?”

“Because” He paused pulling you into him by grabbing at your hips “only I get to see you like this” His hand reached at your backside and he groaned squeezing your ass before giving it a light swat. He chuckle as you yelped from the sudden slap.

“Well then what do you suggest I do with this?” You asked nonchalantly playing with your veil “Are you saying I don’t look pretty?” You gave him your best mock puppy eyes. You could clearly see just how much he liked that on you. But you needed him to say it and to do something about it.

“You know that’s not true” You yelped as he flipped you into the couch, trapping you under him.

“I don’t know Steve. You don’t seem to be a huge fan of it. I thought you’d like me being your slut.” You brought out the big guns, jutting your bottom lip out. You knew he’d melt on the spot.

“Fine. You can be my slut.” He couldn’t believe he actually said that word. His mother raised him in a certain way. To respect women and to never ever use those words to address a woman. And he did respect all women and you. But she also taught him to be passionate and give his all to everything he did. So it would only be fair that he fucked you, respectfully, with everything he has got and gave you everything you asked for.

He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. Biting and sucking on your neck and then trailing down your clavicle. Making sure to leave bruises so everyone could see who you belonged to. He kissed your throat and revelled in the vibrations caused by your moans. Your hands in clutching onto his head and completely messing up his well done hair. He finally let up and admired his work. The white and red marks that would soon turn a dark shade of violet.

He hauled you over his shoulder walking towards your bedroom. As you squirmed and then laughed in his hold.

He had to struggle a lot to off his clothes. They were so intricate, with the buttons and buckles, reminded him of his stealth suit. He pulled off his boots and crawled onto the bed, kneeling between your legs only in his tight black boxer briefs.

He looked at your face and frowned at the puzzled expression it held as you stared at his nude body. He suddenly felt self conscious. All the insecurities, from back when he was the little guy came back to him. He thought women liked him now. Even you were so entranced and attracted to his bulky figure. Which he couldn’t help but be proud of.

But right now, for some reason you didn’t look impressed. He sanked back to sit on his calves. He had completely given himself to you. What if you rejected him? He had no idea how he would deal with that blow.

“Oh!” You exclaimed as you noticed Steve’s defeated state. In your ogling and processing you didn’t realise that you might’ve hurt his feelings. “Stevie?” You knelt before him caressing his cheek. “I’m just taken aback a bit okay?” you tried to reassure him.

“Why?” He finally met your gaze looking into your guys.

“I mean...” You trailed off running your hand down the smooth and vast expanse of his chest. “You’re so smooth? You don’t have any hair.” You struggled to get the sentence out. Suddenly realises just how ridiculous it sounded.

“I – yeah that’s how I’ve always been. I thought that’s what women wanted” He murmured cutely tilting his head “You don’t like it?” His voice wavering with nervousness.

“Steve. What kinda question is that?” And you cringed as he reminded you that you did the same thing just moments ago. “I was kidding! Steve there is nothing about you that’s not to like. Yeah I do like a bit of fuzz but I’d love you just as much even if you were bald.” You said and he looked as if he was processing your words. “You are my dream guy. My prince.” You beamed trailing kisses down his flushed torso. “How about I show you?” You didn’t wait for his answer, taking off your veil and your tiara with it. You rolled his briefs down his hips and he helped you take them off. You looked in shock at his beautiful rosy cock, which was almost hard, and his lack of hair....

You quickly whipped your head up knowing he would assume the worst “Steve! It’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen” You said stroking his length and licking the tip, which was oozing with precum, to prove it. “It’s just unexpected. That’s all.” You took him in your mouth. Just as you anticipated, he was too big, you could barely fit his tip in your mouth.

“Well you know the...” He bunched your hair in his fist, struggling to keep from pushing you down further.

“What?” You asked as he slipped out of you.

“I thought that’s what people did nowadays” He was turning redder every second “I didn’t... In the pornography...and I thought tonight you and me..”

You snorted and out a hand on your mouth to keep from laughing. “Steve! Porn isn’t real. You can do whatever you want with your body. But you’re in for a rude awakening.”

“What do you mean?” he asked trying his best to ignore his aching cock and your wet swollen lips.

“Just wait till it grows back” You grimaced “it’s gonna itch like crazy. That’s why I uh... never you know do it. Just warning you” You chuckled nervously.

“Enough talking” He groaned at the thought of your wet pussy and how much he had been fantasizing about it for the last several months. He pushed you on your back and quickly worked on removing your bodysuit. When you laid completely bare in front of him. He swore you were the more beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

He trailed down your body settling his broad shoulders between your legs. He groaned at the sight in front of him. You weren’t lying and he indeed preferred this. He dove right in licking and sucking to see what you like best. He had never ate a woman out before but he had been doing his research. Porn was too gratuitous and was clearly only made for the male gaze, reading women’s magazines and some more ‘sex for dummies' books he bought as discreetly as he could.

Which is where he got the stupid idea that everyone liked shaved dicks now. Which was only backed up by his friends and the locker room talk about ‘manscaping'. Tony and Clint were classic over sharers. He wouldn’t be surprised if they purposely misled him. He didn’t have much hair on his balls to begin with, but he expected to give himself to you tonight, so he carefully put the razor on his balls and shaved it all off. The things he would do for you and the lengths he would go for you.

From your moans and the way you were pushing his head harder into your core, he could tell that he was doing a good job. You thrashed and squirmed as he held you down by pushing down on your stomach. You came gushing all over his face and he made sure to drink it all up, not wasting a single drop.

He loomed over you, his cock nudging at your entrance. You both moaned in unison as he sinked into you, groaning into the crook of your neck as he bottomed out.

His hands greedily squeezed your hips, your breasts, your ass, whatever they could get a hold of as he slowly rocked his hips against yours. He knew if he went any faster he would blow his load right then and there.

“I’m gonna cum Steve.” You wailed and if he didn’t know any better he would think that you were in pain.

“You gonna cum? Go ahead” He harshly shaved his cock into you “Be a good slut. Cum all over your captains cock.” He felt his own release not far behind, not with your tight wet cunt milking him for all he’s got. He gasped when you raked your nails into his shoulders, crying loudly in his ear. He lost his rhythm. Lifting your hips up to fuck him like the animal you’ve turned him into. His hips stuttered as he came deep inside you.

He stayed inside you and on top of you for a minute. Catching his breathe he finally pulled out of you and laid down beside you, pulling you into his chest.

“I’m on the pill.” You mumbled into his chest. Not wanting him to worry about that. You smiled against his chest laying a kiss over his soft nipple. There were plenty of benefits to being so smooth and hairless. You could trace those hard abs of his with your tongue for hours. You changed your mind. You liked them smooth and silky now. Or maybe because he was so hairless. You didn’t know and it didn’t matter.

“I think I like seeing you as a bride.” He said his fingers idly playing with your hair, curling a strand of it.

You only muttered something as a response. Probably too far gone into slumber. He traced your smooth skin for a while before joining you in it. Completely forgetting about the party you were both supposed to be at.

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[clumsyclifford]

"There's enough room for both of us" with my boys malum bc. Yeah. Bonus points if there is, in fact, not actually enough room yk the vibes - yunga

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“Michael?”

Michael pulls away from Calum, eyes wide. “Fuck, oh my God, hide.”

“Relax—”

“Honestly, I promised Luke I wouldn’t let you come over,” Michael hisses, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Like somehow his mouth is going to give them away. Like that’ll be the problem.

“Ugh, who cares?”

“He’s weird about this stuff and you know that. Go. Closet.”

“I feel a sense of irony,” Calum whispers wryly. Michael glares at him. “Hate to break it to you, love, but you’ve got a little something on your neck that will probably tip Luke off.”

“I told you not to leave a mark, you piece of shit.”

“Weren’t complaining when I did it,” Calum says smugly.

“Oh my God, we’re both going to have to hide,” Michael says, stumbling to his feet and ushering Calum to the closet. He grabs his suit jacket, discarded in a pile on the bed, and throws it over the back of a chair.

“No, absolutely not. We are grown men.”

“There’s enough room for both of us,” Michael says. “I’m not arguing with you about this. Get in.”

“Mike? Are you in there?” Luke voice comes through the door. “Are you decent? Because I think I’ve seen your arse enough times today to last me a lifetime.”

Calum’s jaw drops in delight. “Yes, he walked in on me naked, it wasn’t a good moment for anyone,” Michael says dismissively, pushing Calum through the closet doors. They both have to duck to fit underneath the rod. Michael barely manages to fit in, and he has to press fully up against Calum to get the door closed most of the way. Calum’s breath is hot against the back of his neck. All things considered, it’s not the most uncomfortable position he’s ever found himself in, and it could definitely be a lot worse.

“You’re breathing really loud,” Calum whispers in his ears, sending shivers down Michael’s spine. “By the way, this is the dumbest thing you’ve made me do today.”

“Today?”

“You make me do dumb shit every day. It’s a low bar.”

“Stop whispering,” Michael whispers back. “Be quiet.”

Calum wraps his arms around Michael’s stomach, tugging him so his back is flush against Calum’s chest. He tucks his chin over Michael’s shoulder. “You’re—”

“Shh!”

Calum sighs, but he obligingly falls silent. Through the slats in the closet door, Michael can see Luke push open the door tentatively and walk into the room. His gaze is on the floor, but he lifts it after a moment, and his eyebrows draw together in a frown.

“The fuck?” he mutters. “Michael?”

Almost as if unconsciously, Calum squeezes Michael closer. The moment is oddly tense for something that is objectively so ridiculous. It wouldn’t be a problem if Luke weren’t so superstitious. All things considered, it’s a good thing Ashton is on the side of love. Also known as the Committee for Distracting Luke.

It is not a good thing that Ashton hadn’t given them advance notice about Luke’s return.

(Although they had been otherwise occupied, so there’s a chance Ashton had texted and neither of them had seen. But what is Michael supposed to do when Calum looks so nice? Not kiss him?)

“Mike? Are you in the bathroom?” Luke pauses. After a moment he digs out his phone and makes a call. “Hey. Uh, Michael has also gone mysteriously missing?” A beat. “Yeah. I was gone for, like, five minutes. Do you have any idea where he would be?” Another beat. “If they went off behind my back after I specifically told Michael not to, I swear— yeah, well, just because ignoring me is his M.O. doesn’t mean I have to like it.— Oh my God, I’m not having this with you, mate. It’s a real thing. Relationships have been ruined— Ashton, I’m being serious!” He sighs. “Yes, fine. I’ll meet you. Just stay there.— Okay. See you in a few.”

He hangs up, and, with a final glance cast around the room, steps out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Michael and Calum both exhale loudly. As Michael pushes against the closet door, Calum says, “Oh my God, he’s really serious.”

“I think something dark happened in his past that he hasn’t told us about,” Michael says seriously, spilling out of the closet and Calum’s arms. Calum follows after him, nudging the door with his hip. “And you know I adore Luke, but if he think he can keep me from you after all the hoops we’ve jumped through and all the obstacles we’ve overcome, he’s absolutely insane.”

“Wow,” Calum says. “It’d be romantic if it wasn’t so clearly motivated by spite for Luke.”

“I love Luke,” Michael says, grinning. “And also love fucking with him a little.”

“Yeah, yeah. Hey, by the way,” Calum says, then reaches out, curling a hand into the pressed fabric of Michael’s shirt and pulling him close. Michael barely has time to smirk before his lips are on Calum’s again, and he backs Calum against the closet door, which clicks all the way shut.

Luke’s going to kill him. If not for going directly against his wishes, then definitely for the way Calum’s handling his clothes right now. Somehow, as Calum’s other hand curls around the back of Michael’s neck, Michael can’t find it in himself to care at all.

A buzzing in his pocket briefly draws his attention, and he pulls away from Calum with an apologetic smile. “Let me just—” He checks his screen and then, rolling his eyes, answers the call. “Hey, Ashton. Thanks so much for the head’s up that Luke was coming back, that wasn’t almost a disaster at all.” Calum raises an eyebrow. Michael puts the call on speaker. “You’re on speaker now, by the way.”

“I fucking texted you,” Ashton’s hushed voice says, tinny through the speakers. Michael’s about to say you should know better than that but Ashton barrels on. “Calum, man, you’re gonna need to come back now. I bought you some time, but Luke is absolutely going to lose all of his shit if you don’t miraculously reappear.”

“I think he’s too tightly wound,” Calum muses. “Don’t you feel like he’s a bit high-strung? Considering how relaxed Mike and I are?”

“Look, I’m not picking sides here. You can work it out after. Just please come back.”

Calum sighs, moving his thumb to brush against the bruise he’s left on Michael’s throat. Michael swallows. “Fine. Two minutes.”

“Trusting you,” Ashton says. “Okay. I’m gonna go steer Luke in the direction of, uh, well, I haven’t decided yet. Elsewhere, basically.”

“You’re the best, Ash,” Calum says sweetly.

“Day’s work, yada yada,” Ashton responds. “Love you.”

“Love you. Bye.”

The call drops. Calum immediately pulls Michael into a hard kiss, fingers tightening in his hair. Michael really doesn’t want to let Ashton down, but if there was ever going to be a reason to do so, this would be it.

“You’re the least responsible person I’ve ever met,” Michael manages, leaning away with difficulty. “You need to leave.”

Calum groans. “What am I supposed to do? You look so fucking good in this suit.”

“Imagine how I feel,” Michael says.

“I know how you feel, you idiot. It’s exactly how I feel.”

“Let’s just call the whole thing off,” Michael murmurs, crowding Calum in. “None of the fancy shit. Fuck it.”

���No, stop it,” Calum says. “If you do this, I will absolutely do it with you, and I like the fancy shit. Step away.”

Michael bites his lip, smiling. “That’s what I thought.”

Calum rolls his eyes, but he’s also smiling, the one that lights up his eyes, sweet with a little sarcasm at the edges. “I love you,” he says softly, and presses one more kiss to Michael’s lips, soft and warm. Michael feels it in his heels. “And for the record, I cannot fucking wait to be married to you.”

“Yeah,” Michael breathes. “Me neither.”

[asteriismos]

Beautiful - Stanley Uris

Warning(s) : self conscious reader, eighteen! losers club, smut

Authors Note: I did this more of in a third person style, I was reading fics on ao3 and I got inspired and decided to try it out. Is this good? I am not sure

Request :

can you do a smut with Stanley where you're self-conscious about ur body but Stan wants to make you feel better by just praising you and how good you look 🥺🥺 I'm so soft for Stan 🥺🥺

Stanley Uris stood idly against the kitchen counter of Y/N’s home, watching as she cut up a red apple on the cutting board next to him. The window to their left was open, the light it let in illuminated the room with the golden setting sun. It was Saturday, a typical day where the losers would all go to the Quarry to swim or go to one of their houses and just hang around. Summers in Derry were always absolutely gorgeous, the rays of sunlight never let up until around nine at night, and the warm breeze offered solace to the people who were outside. Children rode their bikes all over, much like their group used to do before they grew up and got cars. 

After ruining his own Bar Mitzvah a few years prior, his father neglected to give Stanley the money to get his own car. His mother, however adamant, was not able to convince the stern rabbi either, so Stan was one of the only people in the group without a car. Bill was the first one, fixing up a red beamer with his father around sophomore year, and for a while, that was the car Stan would drive around when his best friend let him. The only two other people who didn’t have a car were Eddie ( who’s mother swore would get him into a wreck ) and Beverly ( for obvious reasons surrounding her father’s neglect and abuse ). 

He didn’t mind it much, to be honest. Yes, it would be nice to have a car to drive around and get places faster, but at the end of the day, riding his bike and feeling the wind in his hair was good enough for him. 

“Here,” Y/N spoke to him, pushing the apple slices she put onto a plate towards him, snapping him out of his thoughts momentarily to look at her and smile as a thank you. 

Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head, some of the tips still wet from the group’s dive into the quarry. They both had come back to her house to hang out before Stan had to go back home for dinner.

Y/N and Stanley have been in a relationship for a few years now, ever since Stanley asked her to homecoming their freshman year of high school. In all honesty, he wasn't going to do it at first, because Stan didn’t want to make things complicated. He had liked Y/N for a long time, ever since Bill Denbrough introduced her to their group because she was in Bill’s biology class. The stuttering boy thought that she would be a good addition to the club, since she had just moved to Derry and didn’t have any friends yet. Bill was always the welcoming type, and she was not just going to turn down the chance of having not just one, but seven new friends. She got really close with Mike despite the fact that he’s homeschooled.

Richie had been the one to dare Stanley to ask her to the dance. Well, it wasn't really a thing that was out of the blue. Stan had made the mistake of talking about it with Richie, and Richie being Richie, he wasn't just going to let it go. He dared Stan to do it, which wasn’t that out of the ordinary because Richie would do this sort of thing all the time to him, tease him for being too chicken to do most things. Come on Stan the man! Grow a pair!

And so he did. It was a little bit awkward considering Y/N was still taller than him in freshman year and he hadn’t quite grown into his lanky body and hadn't figured out how to style his curly hair. And he was stuttering and going over his words so much that you could’ve mistaken him for Bill. She thought that it was cute and sweet, so of course she had said yes.

The rest was history.

As life went on and the kids grew older into mature teenagers, there still wasn't much that had changed with them personality wise. Deep down, all of them felt as if they were those scrawny fourteen year olds that used to ride their bikes around town and throw rocks into the house on neibolt streets windows for fun. The boys eventually grew taller than Y/N and Beverly, much to their dismay of course. Richie’s glasses now fit his face correctly, Bill went to speech therapy and got his stutter corrected, and Eddie didn’t use his inhaler anymore. 

They were all grown up.

It was sad to think that in just a month they would be saying bye to Derry, the place that they had grown up in for so many years. Y/N was new, only been here for five, and yet she still felt like she was losing a piece of her. She didn’t want to leave, graduation had been hard enough. The last day of school when the entire senior class were throwing all their papers off the roof of the high school in celebration, the losers instead roamed the halls of the empty school, reminiscing in the memories they had made. The biology classroom Y/N first made friends with Bill, the corner under the stairs where the group would sit during free period and study in silence, the library where each of them have shared a cry in one too many times after a failed quiz or test. It was hard to say goodbye. Each of them had a piece of themselves somewhere in Derry. Even Richie did, even though he insisted that he hated this town.

The group were adamant about hanging out every single day, since it would be their last summer here, even if it wasn't a full one. Everyone tried to stay light and happy, but as the days passed and the weeks started to add up, things were getting more and more solemn.

“Do you think we’re all going to stay friends?” Stanley asked Y/N, biting into an apple slice and looking up at her. “Like when we’re in college?”

It wasn’t the first time that he’d asked such a thing, just this time it was only to her. He had asked it that summer with Pennywise, in the club house with all of his friends except for Y/N. She came the school year right after that summer, meaning she didn't have to experience any of the horrors that came with that summer that still haunted Stan to this day. All of them said that they would stay friends no matter what and he wanted to believe that so badly, but he couldn’t help but think about the fact that they were all going to such different places, would they stay friends? 

Y/N didn’t quite know how to answer his question. Stanley always managed to ask her questions she had to think about thoroughly, he seemed to always have some sort of wandering mind filled with thoughts beyond his capability of even answering himself. He was in the smart classes in school and wanted to go to college for math and psychology, which sounded typical for Stan, two polar opposite things that he has somehow brought into one. She answered after a passing minute.

“I’d like to think that we all would.”

It wasn't exactly the answer that he was looking for, but then again, he wasn't sure what he would've liked to hear. Stan understood the uncertainty in her voice. The future was unknown to all of them, and the unknown was scary. 

The boy nodded, curls falling into his face. He brushed them away, glancing over at the time on the clock programmed onto her kitchen stove. It was almost five, he would need to get going soon, no matter how much he didn’t want to. He wanted to keep spending all the time he could with Y/N, hell, he wanted to spend his entire life with her. It was no secret that Stanley was absolutely, disastrously in love with Y/N, everyone knew. Even if you didn't explicitly know that they were in a relationship, just the way that he looked at her would be a dead giveaway. He looked at her like she was the one who controlled the sun and the stars, spinning his entire world around and around into one web filled with love. He would walk to the end of the world for her if she wanted to do. And she felt the same way about him, if not even more. She would lose herself to him.

He turned towards her and extended his arms outward, pulling her into his embrace. They sat there together like this for a while, listening to each others steady breathing and relishing in the idea of each other. Stanley couldnt help but marvel at her beauty, his eyes flicking down to stare that the part of her face he could see from the position they were in. As strands of hair fell from outside the bun and onto her face, tickling he forehead softly. Her eyelashes, which batted every time she blinked, were so long that he thought of them as flower petals upon her face.

She didn’t know how beautiful he thought she was. He knew that for certain. Every time he would mention something about her appearance she would blush and tell him that she wasn't that attractive. And it tore Stanley Uris to pieces, seeing her beat herself up about the fact that she didn’t look like the other girls that have been propped up as what a beautiful woman had to look like. No matter how many times he would hold her by the face and repeat you are beautiful over and over again, she still would have doubts. Stanley wanted to show her how beautiful she truly was, to make her feel all the love that he had for her.

His hands came to her hips and spun her around so they were looking at each other. Her warm eyes peered into his own, feigning a soft smile and giggling at the sudden action. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his soft hair on her fingertips, playing with a few of the strands. She did really love his hair, and in the light of the dropping sun, the brown curly strands almost appeared to be golden. The freckles that peppered his face here and there moved with his own smile. That sight alone was breathtaking for the young girl, making her heart almost melt on the spot.

Stanley raised an eyebrow almost as a question, his face leaning towards hers. She raised herself up on her tip toes and attached their lips together, closing the gap between both of them as their arms brought each other closer and closer. It was easy to get lost in the moment for each of them, the intoxication of love is enough to make them play into their infatuations with each other. The kiss was small, pulling away after a few seconds. They stayed close, feeling each other’s hot breath on their faces. Stanley’s eyes flicked down to her lips back to her eyes. “You’re gorgeous,” He whispered to her, his grip tightening ever so slightly on her hips. 

And then there was that look again on her face, the same one that she made every single time he complimented her. It wasn’t of offense, she thought that it was so sweet that he used words like this, it was just that she didn’t feel the same way about herself. Y/N didn’t think that she was the most beautiful in Derry, there were many other better, more beautiful women here. And yet Stanley Uris picked her. She was flattered, though it never stopped the insecure thoughts she had. 

“Thank you, Stan but-”

“Don’t deny it,” Stanley interjected her, pulling his hand up and putting it across her mouth. Her eyes widened, breathing getting heavier. Her heart started to beat in her chest rapidly, feeling a blush coming up to her cheeks. “You’re way to hard on yourself, Y/N.” Stan kissed her reddening cheeks, then removed his hand and kissed her lips. This kiss was different from the previous one. This one was more passionate and feverish, which is when she realized what would probably occur if they kept kissing this way.

They’ve had sex before, a few times actually, starting around junior year last year. With both of them being virgins, they lost their virginities to each other over winter break when they were opening up presents together. Even though his family didn’t celebrate Christmas, he still insisted on giving his friends gifts, and then an extra special one for Y/N. It was a necklace that had their initials engraved on the back of it, and she knew that it must’ve cost a fortune. How did you even get this? There’s no jewelry stores in Derry? She had asked him. I went with Bill to the next town over a week ago. He replied. Y/N had yet to take it off. One thing led to each other and they were all over each other.

His lips left her own and began to trail down her neck, stopping every once a while to bite on the extra sensitive spots he knew she had. A soft mewling noise left her mouth, her eyes closing and leaning into his touch. The noises she made during their intimate affairs never failed to turn Stanley on, no matter how slight they were. Just the fact that he was the one making her that way was enough to get the dirty fantasies starting in his head.

Stanley allowed his hands to fall down her sides, fingers fiddling with the edge of the t shirt she wore. His fingertips grazed the soft skin underneath for just a second and her breath hitched in her throat, her hand reaching for his head and pulling him up so he was once again looking at her in the eyes. Her lips parted, asking, “Aren’t you supposed to be getting home soon?” She wasn't look for an excuse not to have sex, she wouldn’t ever pass up the opportunity, but Y/N didn’t want Mrs. Uris to worry about her son who was supposed to come home soon. 

“I’ll be okay. I just want to make you feel good,” Stan whispered, his head ducking down and kissing her neck again. Y/N allowed herself to relax into his touch, feeling the tension in her shoulders begin to dissipate with every kiss, nibble, and lick he put on her skin. The shirt that he had once been playing with was now off of her revealing her bare chest, dropping to the floor. They went back to kissing again, Stanley’s arms held her up by her thighs and helped her to sit on the counter. Her legs wrapped around his waist and his shirt was thrown off as well. 

He pulled for a moment and admired her, seeing the slight red marks he made on her skin, wanting - no, craving to make more on her bare breasts. And he did just that, kissing the dip in between her breasts and using one of his hands to play with one of them. His touches were so gentle, like he planned each and every single one with expertise to get just the right reaction out of her. It wasn’t the first time that he had seen her, all of her, before but it felt that way each time. He would never be able to explain in words the feeling he got when she was exposed to him. 

She was trying her best to kick off her jean shorts, pulling down the zipper herself while he continued kissing her body. Sliding them down her legs and kicking them away, Stan put his hand once again on her waist. He swears that he could compare her body to the ancient statues of goddesses in Greece, the curves and dips resembled chiseled stone, almost taking his breath away. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he muttered, his lips kissing along her chest and stomach, not missing an inch of skin with his lips. 

They didn’t have much time, considering his need to get home, so he was quick to slide his hand into her underwear, his thumb brushing over where she needed him most. Her hips bucked into his hand, her hands pulling on his hair, his name falling out of her lips like a mantra. The way that she wanted him was something she has never felt with another person, Stanley was able to always take her to that state of arousal she couldn't achieve with herself. Two of his fingers finally slipped into her, curling slightly as they pumped in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. 

Y/N thought that if he went any slower she would die, but she knew that he was simply doing this to get a rouse out of her. Which was the truth, Stanley liked to tease her sometimes. Her hand came down and wrapped around his wrist, trying her best to get him to go faster. Stan couldn’t help but chuckle out, his lips coming up to meet hers again. 

The newly established pace along with his thumb still pressing on her bundle of nerves was already making her get closer and closer to her releasing. She was slightly sheepish at how easy he was making her come undone, but it just added onto the charm that Stanley had. He could be terribly sweet and incredibly sexy at the same time. And she knew that if he kept doing this that she would reach her high before she wanted to, she wanted to orgasm when he was inside her.

“Stanley, I want you inside me now,” Y/N was able to make out, his hand immediately stopping and pulling away from her. She didn't have to open her eyes to know that he was pulling off his jeans and boxers as fast as humanly possible, her own hands pushed down her soaking underwear. 

He pressed himself against her, his tip already slick with her arousal. “You’re so wet for me,” He muttered. “So ready.”

And then he slid inside her, both of their moans filling up the entire room. His hips jerked up, a large smack was heard as their hips hit together. Y/N tried to adjust as best as she could as he started his pace slow. Her hands reached for his face and kissed him, moaning into his mouth whenever he buried himself inside of her. The pace quickened, their skin glistening with sweat. Y/N looked so natural and beautiful that he couldn’t control the groans that left his mouth. His hand reached down in between them and started playing with her clit, her moans getting higher and more frequent. He could get off of her moans just as they were, he was sure of that. They sounded borderline pornographic, perfect coming from her pretty pink lips.

“You take me so well, princess.”

Y/N spread her legs even wider than previously, feeling him be able to get even deeper inside of her. The constant hitting of that one spot in her making her go crazy with lust. She couldn’t think, hell, she didn’t know if she was even breathing anymore. The only thing in her mind was Stanley’s name, repeating like it was the only thing that she could say or think.

Stan himself was starting to feel his high form, the constant moaning from her in his ear along with how tight she is was making him get closer and closer. He could tell that Y/N was almost there as well, her head was thrown back in pure ecstasy from the pleasure that he was receiving. So he put his lips to her ear, and whispered in probably the deepest, most lustful voice that she thinks she’s ever heard before, “Come for me.”

That was enough to do it, and soon enough Y/N was coming undone right on top of her kitchen counter. His pace didn’t stop, it was relentless as he tried to chase after his high, finally achieving it with her. They road it out together, their moans synching together like they were one. His hips began to falter, becoming more erratic until he stopped, stilling inside her and keeping his gaze on the beautiful woman in front of him.

And Y/N could see it, the way that he looked at her. He could see the love that he harbored for her as if he was waving a sign. “I love you, Stanley,” She told him.

“I love you too, Y/N,” He said, pulling out of her and kissing her softly. “And you are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever met in my entire life, don’t ever forget that, please.”

Y/N knew that she wouldn't. 

[cal-puddies]

meet fletch || pt. 8 || ashton irwin

meet fletch || pt 1 || pt 2 || pt 3 || pt 4 || pt 5 || pt 6 || pt 7

“You three look so handsome.” You say, admiring Cal, Ash and Fletch in their suits for Ashton’s upcoming wedding. 

It’s been a busy two years. Ash and Kay Kay broke up pretty soon after you and Fletch moved to LA. Ashton met Emma on a soul searching trip to Nashville and he instantly liked her. 

He talked her into moving to LA after 6 months and then proposed a year later. She was a great partner for you and Ash to have with Fletch and she was great with him, she also became one of your best friends. 

“We clean up.” Cal laughs.

“Alright. I’ve gotta get to the dress fitting. Fletch are you staying at Dad’s tonight or with Cal and I?” You ask, fixing his tie. 10 year old Fletcher was the spitting image of his father at that age, except he wore his natural curls instead of spiking it straight like Ash had done. 

“I’m gonna stay with dad, if that’s ok?” He checks. 

“Fine by me.” You look to Ash and he nods. “Let me know if we need to pack anything for you.” 

You were leaving for Nashville for the week the next morning. Emma was insistent she get married in her hometown and Ashton was gonna give her anything she wanted. 

You and Cal had bought a house after about a year and a half together, putting the two of you at about 3 years now. 

His ‘I love you’ slipped out while you were visiting them on their writing trip and you guys got drunk together. You knew Cal uttering those words was important. And you said it back. 

“I will.” Fletch smiles, “love you mom.” 

“Love you too bub, be good for Cal and Dad.” You warn and kiss his head. You lean over and kiss Ash on the cheek and Cal pulls you into a full on kiss and murmurs “love you” before letting you go for your own fitting. 

You head for the door and Cal turns to Ash and Fletch. “I have to talk to you guys about something and Ash I’m sorry I don’t want it to take away from you and your day.” He sighs, “but I wanna do it soon. I promise it won’t affect your wedding. I want to propose. Fletch you are an awesome kid and I love your mom so much, it’d mean the world if you were cool with it.” Cal appeals to Fletch. 

“Of course Cal; id love for you to be my pops.” Fletch hugs him. 

“Don’t call him Pops, it’s disrespectful.” Ashton rolls his eyes. 

“If he wants to call me pops, let him.” Cal laughs. “Ash?” 

“Of course, couldn’t think of anyone better to have be apart of this,” Ash hugs him next, “you’re incredible Cal, you know I think that of you. And you make her happy and you’re good to Fletch. I love this.” 

And that was that. 

Fletch thrived with two men of influence in his life, and it was a lot easier to be partners than enemies when it came to being a parent so having Ash and Emma on board with all decisions made it that much easier to co-parent. 

Cal comes home to you at the kitchen island with a glass of wine. “Whatcha got there?” He asks, filling the glass you’d left out for him. 

“Ash’s wedding gift.” You say, holding it up to show him the amended birth certificate with Ashton Irwin listed as the father, and the legal documents to officially change Fletch’s last name to his. 

Not a single soul questioned whether or not fletch was Ashton’s when he’d finally gotten to tell about 6 months before he met Emma. He was right and it had completely rocked you and Fletcher’s worlds to now have that much attention when you did anything normal, but you worked through it. 

“He’s gonna love that.” Cal says, wrapping an arm around the front of your shoulders and pushing his lips to your head. 

“Well, it’s about time,” you murmur. “Did y’all have a nice afternoon?” You ask. 

“Oh no! Emma is getting to you! ‘Y’all’,” he mocks. “Yes we did.” 

You chuckle and kiss his forearm. “What do you think, trash tv and packing?” You ask, turning to him. 

“I was hoping to get you naked.” He pouts. 

“Maybe after we pack?” You kiss his stuck out lip, “or, no fletch so we can just see what happens.” You shrug, grabbing the bottle and heading toward the bedroom. 

But Cal’s better than that and you’re naked with your fingers in his hair before the suitcases even came out. 

Emma grins wide when you and Cal meet the three of them at the airport. You were flying private, so it was a little easier than normal to fly. She gives you a big hug and then steals Cal away. 

“Um, the boys told me you were gonna propose and you thought you could keep it from me?!” She asks him, making sure you were out of ear shot. 

“I wasn’t trying to keep it from you, I needed to make sure that Fletch was on board and Ash too, and then I didn’t want it to be over your wedding either…” he explains, shrugging. 

“Hood, are you kidding me! This is incredible news! I want to hear all about what you have planned.” 

“Nothing yet. I’ll know the time is right.” He admits. “I don’t think she needs the grand gesture.” 

“More than that, she wouldn’t want it.” Emma smiles at him, “it warms my heart that you know her so well.” 

He rolls his eyes and feels your arm slip around his waist. “Hey my love.” He murmurs. 

It was just the five of you, Mike and Crystal coming a couple days later and Luke and Sierra were already there. 

“Emma! Do you think Mason will be there?” Fletch asks, referring to her nephew who was the same age. 

“He will be!” She confirms, “which reminds me, my sister offered to watch Fletch for the week, so he can stay with Mason if we’re all ok with that.”

“Liz is crazy if she wants both of them.” You laugh. 

“You and Cal handled it when they came to visit.” Emma points out. 

“I still don’t know how.” You laugh. 

You and Cal get dropped at your Air bnb, which is on the same block as the house Ashton and Emma bought in Nashville. They take Fletch since Mason and Liz are picking him up from their place. “I like the idea of us being alone all week.” You smirk. 

“You ever get enough of me?” Cal smirks. 

“No, thank god for it too.” You laugh. 

“Yeah… I like you naked and begging for me.” He admits. 

“Usually the other way around, isn’t it?” You laugh. 

“In your dreams bubba.” He chuckles, pulling your in for a kiss. 

You tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and murmur “only in my best, dirtiest dreams.” You chuckle. 

“I’m willing to dedicate time to explorin’ those.” He murmurs back, pulling your hips against his and leaning you back. Your arms wrap around his neck. 

“I let you... when you bring them up.” You bite his plump bottom lip and pull it between your teeth. 

“I’ll never understand how you absolutely trust me with the living human that’s the most important to you in the entire world, but you won’t trust me with a little wet dream.” He pecks your lips and lets you go, sitting on the bed. 

“Well when you put it that way.” You laugh, closing the space between you two to straddle him. 

Cal grins at you, his hands slowly move up your thighs, and then they are on your ass. He squeezes. He’s found out, on no admission of your own, that squeezing, spanking or rubbing on your ass were always a definite yes for you. You loved it. You rest your head on his shoulder and nuzzle your nose against his neck. 

His lips trail up your neck to just beside your ear. “I wanna taste you, and then I wanna rail you.” He admits, nibbling your earlobe. You let out a little whimper and it’s all the assurance Cal needs that you want it too. 

The next thing you know, you’re sprawled on the bed Cal’s strong arms are wrapped around your thighs and you are moaning obscenely with fingers curled into his hair, heals pressed to his back. 

“Love when you’re loud,” he murmurs. “Know you’re close… let it go.” He coaxes. 

“Cal!” You whine, as his tongue teases your clit a little. “Holy fuck… want you to fuck me from behind.” 

“I will. I want to so bad baby… but you gotta cum.” He demands. His thumbs pull your lips apart and his tongue lightly teases your clit until you give him what he wants. Pulling his hair and moaning out his name. “There it is. Thank you,” He grins, releasing your thighs and kissing up your belly to your mouth. Your hands push into his boxer briefs and slowly start to jerk him. “My favorite girl.” He grins into another kiss. “You work me so well.” 

“Better be your only girl at this point Hood.” You chuckle, giving his cock an extra tight squeeze, then pushing his underwear off his hips. 

“When would I have time for another girl?” He chuckles, kissing you again quick before grabbing your hips and flipping you over. 

“Valid point. I do keep you pretty busy.” You wink over your shoulder at him. 

“And so very satisfied.” He confirms, kissing your shoulder. You push your hips up, getting your ass in the air and Cal settles on his knees behind you, he runs his hands over your ass and the back of your thighs before lining up. “Ready?” He asks. 

“Very.” You nod. Cal pushes in and is met with a moan from you. “fuck… I love you.” You look over your shoulder at him. 

Cal chuckles, “I love you too… but hopefully that’s not just for my cock.” 

“I’ll admit, it’s a nice, big, added bonus.” You smirk and it’s met with another chuckle. He smacks your ass and it’s met with whimpers. 

In the thick of it, Cal’s phone rings and he loses his rhythm a bit.. “wait babe…” he says. 

“Calum… you are literally balls deep with two fingers in my ass… if you go answer that phone you will regret it.” You warn. 

“Fair enough. I can call back.” He admits. His final few thrusts a few minutes later are hard and push you forward, pushing your face into the pillows as you moan for him and squeeze around his cock. He holds your hips and pushes his hard against yours. He collapses on top of you and presses kisses all over your shoulders and neck while you both catch your breath. “I love how hard you cum when you let me finger you ass.” 

“I love that you didn’t get freaked out when I said I wanted to try it.” You admit, laughing. You reach back and splay your fingers in his hair. “Also love you on top of me when we finish. It feels so personal.” You whisper. 

“It’s very personal.” He agrees. “I just need to be close to you.” He sighs, “but I’m open to anything baby, so you ever have one of those fantasies you wanna try. Just let me know.” He kisses your cheek and rolls off of you onto his back beside you, pulling you in close, smoothing your hair on your head. 

Your phone buzzes on the bedside table and Cal grabs both, holding yours up first. “What is it?” You ask. 

“Ash and Em wanna take us to dinner tonight.” 

“Why?” You whine. “Fine… s’pose we gotta eat sometime.” 

“We don’t have to babe. We can order in or go out and grab something ourselves.” He laughs. 

“It’s fine. Let’s just do it.” You groan. 

“Mmkay… he said they’d be here at 530. We should shower.” Cal says softly. 

There wasn’t an inch of your body you didn’t want Calum to know or touch, so he was comfortable helping you clean out any lingering cum, and making sure he got the lube cleaned from your ass. 

And then you were half dressed and putting on makeup, Cal’s next to you trying to do something with his hair. “Would you have wanted to meet me earlier, before ash?” You ask, blending out some eye shadow. 

“I never would have been ready for you earlier than when I met you. Not mature enough to understand Fletch’s role in your life, or the One Ash would come to have. Even if it was before Ash, I never would have been able to keep you.” He admits. 

You stop what you're doing a minute and look over at him, smiling. “I love you. I don’t know what I expected you to say to that, but that wasn’t it and it was perfect.” 

He stops fussing with his hair and grabs your hips to turn you to face him. “Here’s what I do know: if everything stopped tomorrow… if I couldn’t do music, if I had you and fletch, that’d be enough. It’d be more than enough.”

You make a big pouty face at him and he kisses your bottom lip, “we have 15 minutes, I’m gonna need you to find a shirt.” 

“Let’s stay in and go round two.” You quirk an eyebrow. 

“No… we already said we’d go… I’d love nothing more than to give you hours and hours exploring our dirty minds. But it’s important for us to celebrate them this week.” Cal insists. 

“I know.” You push against him and cal kisses your head. 

He gently drums on your butt, “let’s move it little lady.” You quickly finish your makeup and pull a shirt on, and a pair of heels. Cal grabs your leather jacket as you put things in your bag. “You ready baby cakes?” 

“Yeah. You look handsome.” You say, giving him a once over. 

“Gotta look my best to stand next to you.” He chuckles, holding your jacket out for you to put on. You slip it on and lean up to kiss him, and then Ash and Emma are there. 

Dinner is uneventful. But Cal buys a round of shots. And then Ash does, and then you’re moving onto another bar, and Luke and Sierra join you. And before you know it, you’re tipsy, but so is everyone else. You’re sipping your drink and you look at Ashton who’s seated next to you. “I wanna tell you something.” 

“What is it?” He asks, his tipsy energy matches yours. 

“I wanna marry Cal.” You giggle. 

“Wait!” Luke turns to you, “did you just say?” 

“Luke stop eavesdropping!” You hit his shoulder. “It’s a secret.” 

“I won’t say a word.” He promises. 

But ash is staring at you with a big grin on his face, and he pulls you into a hug. “Yes I love this. I support it… I honestly thought you’d never get there.” 

“We’ll revisit, but I’m happy you’re into it.” You smile. Ash kisses your forehead and then Cal’s back. 

“Baby cakes, how ya feelin?” He checks. 

“I love you. I’m very happy right now.” You say, smiling at him. 

“I love you too. You wanna go home with me?” He asks. 

“Yeah.” You nod. Cal holds out his hands and pulls you to your feet. 

“Boo! The party is leaving!” Luke calls. 

“Guys we have the bachelor and bachelorette parties tomorrow. No one needs to get smashed tonight.” Cal reminds the group. 

“Fuck. You’re right.” Ash groans.”ok ok… let’s get an uber. We can come back for the car tomorrow.”

And then you’re home but you’re still in a Cal bliss you can’t quite describe. You’re in his shirt and you’re both having another drink and your hands are always on him, he’s noticed. 

“What’s up?” He asks. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, knotting your fingers into his shirt as you sit on the couch, the tv on. 

“You just… I’m not mad… but you’ve been attached to me all night.” 

You think about it a minute. “I dunno Cal… I just feel really in love with you and I feel like I need to be close and touching you.” Your eyebrows knit together. “I dunno why.” 

“That’s ok. Be as close as you want.” He nods, kissing the top of your head. “What do you want for your future?” He asks. 

“You.” It’s the only answer you have for him. 

Cal looks at you and blinks. “Grab this blanket. Go out back. I’ll be there in a minute.” He says. You do as he asks, but you don’t like it. 

He’s quick and he’s out back with you. He grabs the blanket and holds it around the both of you. “I’ve kinda had this thing on my mind lately… and I wanted to wait… but I already talked to Fletch and Ash about it…” 

“I want to get married.” You blurt out. “To you.” You make it clear. 

“I’m literally proposing to you right now!” Cal says, exasperated. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I wanted to say it. I wanted you to know that I feel it too. And that you’re what I look for in my future.” You shrug. 

“Baby.” He coos. “Me and you and fletch. Forever. That’s what you want?” 

“Yeah… yes.” You nod. “Wait! Do you want more kids?” You ask. 

“With you, yes.” He nods. 

“Ok yes!” You’re bouncing on the balls of your feet and trying not to cry. Cal slips the ring on your finger, he knows you didn’t care about the ring. It was the gesture. You didn’t bother looking at it and immediately press yourself into him. 

The next few days are a blur, half from alcohol and half from all the goings on of the wedding. It was hard, you wanted to be exclusively intertwined with Calum, but you both had wedding duties to attend to that took you to opposite schedules. Only passing when you collapsed together on the couch after a long day. 

“I miss Fletch.” You admit. 

“Has he called you?” Calum asks. 

“Yeah… I still just miss him. He’s my baby.” You shrug. 

“I know. I was just making sure because he’s called me a couple times.” Cal admits. 

“We should call him and tell him about the engagement?” You ask. 

“Yes. I haven’t told him. Didn’t want to take that away from you. And I haven’t mentioned it to Ash 

either.” 

“It’s your news to share too.” You shrug. 

“Not to them. My family yes… but not those two people. Emma is gonna be so stoked too.” He chuckles. 

“I don’t wanna take away from their day.” You admit. 

“Speaking of, were gonna have long days with the wedding tomorrow.” He mentions. 

You let out a sigh and grab your phone, FaceTiming Fletch. He answers quickly, “did you say yes?” He asks. 

You chuckle and hold up your hand, showing the ring, Cal beaming in the background. “She did.” 

“Wanted you to hear it from both of us.” You smile. 

“Good. Thank you. I’m so excited.” Fletch grins and you again see so much of Ash in him. 

“I got lucky with you, kid.” You admit. 

“Love you mom, Cal.” He grins. 

“Love you.” You both say, “goodnight.” 

The next day is stressful, but you forget about it as Emma hands you a mimosa and a breakfast sandwich as someone twists your hair up the way she wanted it. “You have news for me.” She says, not asking. 

“Cal proposed.” You say quietly, so none of the other bridesmaids you didn’t know that well could hear. She holds her hand out and you quickly twist the ring. “I’ll take it off for the wedding.” You promise. 

“You won’t!” She insists. “Congratulations. I’m so happy for you two. How did he do it?” 

“I cut him off and did it first…” you admit, scrunching your nose. “I’ve just been really feeling it this week. So so in love and being around all the wedding stuff and seeing you and ash.” You explain. “We were just on the deck after we went out the other night.” 

“It’s perfect for you guys. So natural.” She grins. 

And then it’s late in the afternoon, everyone is dressed and you slip out with the papers for Ash. You find the room the guys are in, and Luke opens the door, he grins wide and pulls you into a hug, whispering a ‘congrats’. 

“Hey.” Ash says, looking at you, “what are you doing here?” 

“Uhm. Fletch and I have something for you and we wanted to give it to you early, so it didn’t get lost in the shuffle.” You explain, stopping in front of him. Fletch comes to stand next to you and Cal walks back in at that moment.

You hand the Manila envelope to Ash and he pulls it open. On top is the birth certificate. “You didn’t…?” He asks in shock. 

“It was time.” you nod.

And he flips to the next page and you and fletch watch him read it. “Wait, fletch is taking my last name?” He asks. 

“Yeah, it was his idea.” You nod. 

Ash covers his eyes with his free hand. “I wasn’t planning on crying yet.” He admits. “Thank you guys.” He pulls you and fletch into him. “I love you both so much.” He admits. “This… I couldn’t have asked for anything better.” He admits. 

“Glad you like it.” You grin, pulling back and letting Ash hug his son. 

Cal rests his hand on your back and you look at him, “you look gorgeous.” He whispers. 

“Thank you.” You grin. 

“Let me see.” Ash says, pulling your attention from Cal. You look at him, confused a moment and then he insists “the ring.” You pass over your hand, “incredible job Cal. It’s perfect.” He admits. 

“Thank you.” Cal grins.

“I love this. This day is perfect. My son has my last name, my name is on his birth certificate, my best friend has proposed to a wonderful woman, I’m marrying the woman of my dreams with all of the amazing people I love.” Ash sighs. 

“Ok. I’ve gotta get back. I just wanted you to have this before all the madness.” 

Ash and Emma both make sure there are plenty of pictures of the 5 of you and then you and fletch with ash and also Calum while you’re getting the pictures. 

And then, the party starts. And while you’re trying to stay present in the celebration, you’re living in your love for Cal, your appreciation for the man he’s always been to you, for his never ending patience while you figure things out with Ash, and him being included in fletch decisions. None of it was easy, but he handled it all so well. 

“Come dance with me.” Cal says, approaching you. He holds his hand out and you grab it, and he pulls you and spins you into him, a thing he’s always kind of done for you. 

He keeps you close, he can tell you’re in your head. “Love you.” You murmur. 

“I know.” He kisses your forehead. “I didn’t expect you to have this kind of reaction to Ash getting married.” 

“What reaction is that?” You question. 

“In your head and so totally in love like you are.” 

“I dunno Cal. I dunno what it is. But everything right now…” 

“You don’t need to say it, my love. I know.” He nods. 

The song switches and it’s slower, cal pulls you closer, but Fletch taps on his shoulder. “Hey cal, can I dance with my mom?”

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[who-is-olivia]

Track 5. Sweet Creature

Harry Styles x OC

Harry comes home after Zayn leaves the band and makes plans for the future. [3.3k]

Genre: fluff

Warnings: nudity

May 2015

  After a tiring day of rehearsals, Olivia arrives home dropping her bags and coat on the way. It’s been a year since they finally moved in together – although Frank was a marvelous roommate, there’s only so many times your brother can catch you in the middle of the act. The new place is a vast studio, not huge just... roomy. It takes longer for her to crash over her bed, so long she actually takes a moment to turn the radiator on and undress to her knickers. She climbs the stairs to her bedroom and passes out over the bed, sighing in relief.

  She’s so exhausted she doesn’t even hear Harry arriving after three months touring. Frowning, he wonders if she’s still at rehearsals or maybe if she crashed at Frank’s, but then he feels that sour perfume in the room and he can trace it right to where she is. He pats his back pocket, fingers tapping over a velvet box lousily stored on his trousers as he sighs thankfully for it actually remaining there.

  Leaving the suitcases at the living room, Harry undresses a few layers – the radiator is a bit strong – and climbs the stairs find a half naked Olivia soundly asleep between the lilac sheets. He stops at the frame, his heart melting a bit at the sweet sight: the see-through blankets that cover her silhouette, her eyes closed shut with a smudge of makeup still there, her curly hair unbraided and natural contrasting against the pillows, small puffs of air escaping her slightly parted lips... he is tired but not tired enough that he can’t take a couple more minutes to admire her.

  Outside, the rain starts over again, reminding him to turn down the radiator a bit... on second thought, he leaves it be, recalling that the heat reminds her of home and makes her comfortable. He then silently pulls a chair to her bedside and sits leaning his chin over the heel of his palm, dumbstruck by her presence. He takes a mental note to never stay away that long again, even if they often video chat, it’s not the same. Watching her fall asleep is an opera on itself, specially when she begins to whisper sweet nothings into the pillow.

  Seeing her takes his mind away from all the drama he’s been dealing with. After Zayn left the band, he’s had few moments of peace to actually enjoy what he does. He misses him, he misses the times when the band didn’t fight over who gets his solo bits, who sings his high notes, how’s the next album going to sound, are they going forward without him? Zayn just needed a break and now so does Harry. Being able to be with Oli, actually live in their house and live their lives together does make him reconsider how long he can continue working like this.

  He can’t exactly tell how long after, but Harry can’t help himself anymore, he leans over and runs his knuckles gently over her temple, grazing down her cheekbone, her tiny hairs responding in softness under his skin when her eyelids flutter open and her pitch black irises find him.

“Haz...” she mutters with a smile.

“‘ello love” he whispers. Slowly, she sits up and pulls him into a tight embrace, his light blue t-shirt against her naked breasts as he pulls her over his lap. He eases against her skin, feeling her fingers twirl in his hair and her nose brushing against his soft cheeks. She nests her head on his broad shoulder and cup his jaw, inviting him to a sweet kiss. He snakes his arm around her waist, the other lacing her bare back until he can cup the back of her neck. Both hungry enough to devour one another but still loyal to their gentleness.

Olivia parts the kiss and sighs, leaning her lips against the tip of his nose. “You’re early”

“I know, just got a few weeks off... thought I might drop by to see you” he replies, taking a bit of distance to look at her face, dozy eyes struggling not to doze off.

“I was just dreaming about you and then you popped out of nowhere, this is absolutely amazing” she leans her forehead against his with a silly smile.  

“Was it a nice dream?” she nods, biting her bottom lip. “Any sexy ones?”

“Those are just mine and I don’t share” he snorts, making her laugh in his embrace.

“Right... I need to eat something, I’ll be right back-“

“No... come on, stay here” she pleads lazily, making his heart melt.

“I’m starving love”

“What if I get some snacks, and a bit of wine”

He scrunches his nose, “Don’t feel like drinking”

“Some tea?”

“Tea will do” he kisses her temple helping her out of the bed.

“Let me just dress up-“

“I think you look just perfect like that”

“Bet the neighbors do too” she mocks, “who told you to get a flat with a big ass window?”

“Ugh... fair enough”

  He leaves his shoes on the closet and goes down the stairs to make room for their meal. Despite the storm outside, there’s a spot in their garden under a tent and that’s where he’ll set the table. Oli hops down the stairs in leggings and sweater then gets all the necessary snacks to entertain them – along with the tea.

“This is different” he notices after sipping on the beverage.

“It’s from Rio, you boil with a bit of lemon. I usually take it with ice but this is good too” she replies, cuddling up in her chair. Harry pulls both of her feet to his lap and rubs their socks. Years living abroad and she still doesn’t know how to protect from the cold.

“Very good”

She hesitates a bit, watching his allusive eyes for a while before starting. “How’ve you been, Haz? I know everybody is asking that but-“

“It’s alright, love... It’s been rough, we all saw it coming but it still hurts. Sometimes I hate him for it, sometimes I get a bit jealous”

“Jealous?”

“Yeah... he’ll get to spend some time with his family, with Perrie, get some time to rest and not work like crazy 24/7” he explains, picking some toast from the table “The other day I got a call from Mike, that friend of mine from Cheshire, and he’s dropping out of college to go on some crazy religious trip to South America. I wish I could do that, and I travel the world for a living”

“We’re still young, even if we work hard now there’ still time to do all that” she comforts him, “but if you don’t feel like the band is still working for you... I’ve got your back”

“Thanks love” he kisses the back of her hand and keeps hold of it gently. “How’s everything going here?”

“Alright, I think. Frank and I are still rehearsing for the tour, we got small venues in a few cities but I prefer it this way. We actually got to follow your tour dates, so you won’t get rid of me so easily” she pokes him with her toes.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake” he mocks in fake annoyance, trying to hold her feet. “Just when I thought I’d have some peace of mind”

“Shut up!” she tries to hit him but he holds her wrists and pulls her closer, hopping from her chairs to his in a tiny fist fight. He keeps her fists on his and pull her to a heated kiss, blowing off all that desire that built up over months of distance. Even though it starts in a hurry it eventually turns into tiny pecks and little strokes. She laces her arms around his neck and nuzzles that spot behind his ear breathing in the perfume of his hair. Feeling that, her heart calms down, this is where she belongs. “I missed you so much”

“I missed you too” he smiles in her embrace. It always baffled him how she could be so heated and so loving at the same time, she’s his favorite paradox.

A rush of wind wavers the tent and their whole table gets under the rain. “Shit!”

“That’s just neat” he laughs, helping her up so they can fix the tent. They eventually stabilize it but they get wet anyway. Noticing she’s a bit more dry, Harry rushes to hug her.

“Don’t you fucking-“ she squeals and runs through the garden, getting lost in the rain. She tries to lose him around a vase but he almost takes hold of her, so she keeps running in circles. It’s such a silly thing but it still gets her blood pumping in a delightful way. He eventually gets her and spins her in the air in a fit of laughter, “Put me down! No-no-no, my lemon tree!”

“Alright, I’ll save the lemons” he puts her down, her face dripping wet from the rain.

“Why did you do that, it’s too cold”

“No it’s not, you were in a fucking burner in there”

“I’m not a cold person!”

He chuckles, hugging her waist. “Definitely not”

“You know what? I’m going inside and I’ll make myself a nice warm bubble bath and if you behave you may join” she fixes his long wet hair out of his face.

“Lovely” he kisses her temple, letting her make her way to the bathroom.

  Harry takes their cutlery to the kitchen and attempts to dry himself with a washcloth before walking to his his living room idly hearing the sound of running water from a distance. Although they both split the expenses evenly, he’s barely been in the place since he moved in. He’s always touring and when he’s not they both travel around on vacations, so she basically owns the place. He remembers the last day of moving things, Oli led her brother out after helping with the boxes while he set a small blanket on the ground and waited. When she came back, he undressed her slowly and made love to her between chairs and lamps and shoes, just to make sure that place had something special to it. He thought it would be weird to come home to somewhere he’s barely slept a night in, but soon he found out the place didn’t mean a thing. It was her, living with her, she is his home wherever they go.

  In her absence, he smiles as he notices small traces of her around the house that make it so undeniably hers. The shoes by the door, a small lace piece over the dining table, the mass of paper sheets over the piano, the blanket over the sofa. It looks hers but it also feels so much his...

Suddenly he feels her arms surrounding his waist and he grins, holding them earnestly. “Hope I’m not intruding in your affair with the living room” he chuckles, “but the bath is ready”

  Oli walks in first, soaking in the bubbly bath and washing her wet hair. Harry takes a peak at her through the mirror and turns.

“What?” she bats her eyelashes innocently.

“Looking good, really inviting”

“Then stop talking and get in”  

  She watches him strip out of his shirt and shoes normally, but when he pulls down his trousers, a small velvet box falls on a white rug.

She freezes.

“Harry...”

He looks down to where her gaze has fallen. “Oh, it’s for you”

“Is that what I think it is?”

Only then does he assess the situation. “Oh... no, probably not” he ditches the jeans and picks up the box, crouching beside the tub and revealing a pair of pearl earrings. “I saw it at the airport, though you might like it”

  After every tour he brings her many small gifts, this time he wanted something truly remarkable – to celebrate their next big step, which is living together – so, as he had time to spare on an airport connection, he decided to give her a nice pair of pearl earrings from Cartier. He loves the way she blushes when he gifts her expensive things, no money in the world could possibly afford that shade so dear to him. Sadly, he can’t see that particular shade now.

  Her face is blank.

“They’re lovely”

“You don’t like it” he puts down the box without even giving her a chance to take it, rather putting himself in front of her.

“No! I love it Haz, I swear!” she pecks his lips quickly and he breaks his disappointed facade, “I just thought it was something else”

“You thought it was a ring?”

“Well, yeah”

  Harry doesn’t know what to say, instead he tries to read her pitch black eyes in search of what she truly feels about it. They never addressed marriage, Olivia never though about it but the sheer possibility for a moment excited her. Now she doesn’t know how to feel about it.

“I... sorry Oli, I didn’t think about that when they picked the box”

“I know” desperate to end the subject, she tugs on his hand. “Why don’t you get in before it gets cold?”

“That’s bloody impossible, it’s fucking hot outside” he mocks and she leaves all the tension behind, making room for him to sit comfortably behind her and pull her bare back against her chest.

“You can always turn the radiator down” she argues as she snuggles against him, holding his hand and inspecting it for a moment, bringing his knuckles to meet her lips and nipping on them playfully before kissing them earnestly.

“I know, but sometimes I like to think you wake up in your natural habitat”

“Are you implying I’m a motherfucking lizard?” he laughs in denial.

  For a while they don’t say nothing, just relax and soak in the essential oils she dispersed on the tub. Harry’s fingers trace her collarbone gently, as if they touch pure marble. They follow a straight line then dip on the middle before following its path to the end of her shoulder, where he lays tender little kisses. As she rests her head to the side, his nose follows the path of her jugular up to her ear lobe until he finds that one sweet spot that causes her to smile. He tries to ease her and himself into a relaxing trance, but inside he’s still in turmoil.

“Oli...”

“Hm?”

“If it was a ring... would you say yes?”

Her eyes lazily open as she finds herself staring at the tip of her toes, thinking about it. “I think I would, but I don’t think we need to get married... I mean, we already live like married people, we just don’t shove a ring on people’s faces”

“... but would you like that’?”

She chuckles, palming the outside of his thigh and running her hand over the length of it. “I won’t lie, it sounds kinda nice”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I mean... I like to think it’s like a statement you make, you know? It’s like you’re telling everyone that you enjoy someone so much you’re willing to keep their company for the rest of your life” she lets the words echo through the bathroom.

“That sounds like us” he smiles, nuzzling the shell of her ear.

“Right?!”

He chuckles. “Right”

“How do you feel about it?” she turns in his embrace to face him and watch his dimples wavering.

“I feel like... we’ve been doing this for four years and I could do this literally forever. And hm... it’s so silly but” he scrunches his nose, “just calling you my girlfriend... it’s too little to say how I feel about you”

She raises a brow, smugly. “Oh, is it?”

“Stop it!” her laughter echoes through the bathroom.

“-and how do you feel about me?”

He’s though about it before and written so many verses about it, but now that she is here, asking such an unpretentious question, he’s speechless... although, it takes one dip in her pitch black orbs to figure it out. “I feel like... you’re really making me do this?”

“You started it!”

“I know, but it’s hard to put into words” he tantrums like a 5-year-old.

“Just try”

“Ugh... it’s so normal to me, like-” he strokes her arm, elbow to shoulder blades, trying to say it, “You’re the first thing I think about it the morning and the last thing I think about before I go to sleep. Everything I do I do thinking of you and how I can make this better. I’m not saying you’re perfect, you know it’s hard when we argue-“

“Just ‘cause your a stubborn asshole”

“Thanks love, I’m here opening my heart to you-“

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please, carry on”

He chuckles, “I don’t know what else to say... I just think, wherever I go, you bring me home” he punctuates that large smile turning into an endearing dimply smirk as he realizes how sure he is of those words, how much he means them.

She takes a while to answer, taking in his words as if she’s slowly sinking into warm water. Then she meets his gaze again, and a small choked smile surfaces. “I think that’s the way you talk about your wife, not your girlfriend”

  He leans to kiss her but she holds a hand before his grinning lips stubbornly. She runs her thumb over his bottom lip, tugging it to the side before letting go of the rosy piece of skin. He goes for it again, her parted lips smugly flee before pressing against his on her own accord. It drags for a long time before she bumps her nose on his, deepening the kiss. Harry encircles her waist, pulling her even closer to the point he can feel every inch of her warm skin against his own, his heart beats so fast he feels like a teenager, reacting exaggeratedly to her every tease. His love is so intense in that moment it could materialize itself in the air they breathe together. There’s a moment during the kiss when she sighs quietly and the sound of it rings through his ears echoing endlessly.

  At that moment, he knows there’s no going back.

She breaks the kiss for a moment, his lips instinctively reach for hers. “You know what?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t have a single reason not to marry you” her words drip like mellow out of her mouth as she runs her lips against the column of his neck, pecking on it delicately, the sound of her contact echoing through the bathroom.

Harry’s head falls back against the wall, humming as her heavenly sweet kisses grace his Adam’s apple. Then she runs her lips over to his chin, taking in the smooth skin before returning to his mouth, but before she can taste him, he mutters: “Marry me”

She smiles against his skin, shifting on the tub. She uses his shoulders as support, moving her knees so she can straddle his thighs. From that position, she looks down on him. “Just like that?”

“Uhum”

“No ring?”

“Nope”

“ No speech? No ugly cry?” he giggles.

“I just did a heartfelt speech, what else do you want?” Harry asks mockingly, reaching towards her cheek and cupping her lovely face.

She chuckles over her own tantrum, shaking her head negatively as she nuzzles the palm of his hand, depositing a chaste kiss on it. When she looks back at him, there’s a light red rim around her eyes, shining over her crinkly smile “I just want you”

  And the way she looked at him at that moment is still the sweetest sight he’s ever seen.

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You caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out + reddie

not exactly something that I thought would come from this prompt, but here we go anyway! I hope you enjoy Amelia!

Warning for Character Death in this. 

Read on AO3

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“Fuck no. Absolutely no. No way.” Eddie shook his head, blocking the door with his smaller, yet somewhat toned body. There was no way he was letting Richie pass him and go out there into what was essentially a danger zone. It had taken them way too long to find a safe space for Richie to risk giving it away.

Richie wasn’t having it though, and he stepped closer to Eddie, a gun strapped over his shoulder, the blood and dirt still stained on his cheeks. He shook his head at Eddie, trying to push past him but his body was lankier than Eddie’s, and he definitely wasn’t stronger. “Move, Eds.”

The losers were all gathered in a small safe house Stan had located on one of his missions to find food. In the past few weeks, Beverly had caught a cold and it had turned into an infection with a fever. She was getting worse and Eddie, the medic of the group, knew they had to find a safe and indoor place for her to sweat it out.

Eddie wasn’t even sure what had happened. One moment, he was snuggled up at the Quarry with Richie and the next there was some…dead thing crawling out of the bushes and rushing towards them. When they had made it into town and found the other losers, it was clear that something was terribly wrong.

In usual Richie fashion, he had made continuous jokes about the whole epidemic. It’s a zombie apocalypse, Eds! We are in a real life zombie apocalypse! None of them were funny because they were true, and no one knew what to do, or where to go. They had all piled into Richie’s truck and drove out of Derry, encountering their fair share of ‘zombies’ on the way.

They were all alone in a world full of brain eating monsters, and each and every one of them were fucking terrified. Yet, the whole ordeal never really truly sunk in until Bill was attacked. It had happened so fast and Eddie only barely missed being hit himself. It was just Bill and Eddie on the mission, trying to locate a pharmacy for simple medication when a ‘zombie’ had jumped out from the trees, skimming past Eddie and knocking Bill to the ground. By the time that Eddie had smashed the ‘zombie’s’ head in and pushed it off of Bill, he had already taken a huge chunk out of Bill’s arm.

As much as Eddie didn’t want to do it, he knew deep down that when Bill passed away he would just be reanimated as one of them, and any trace of their friend would be gone. Bill knew it was also the case and only nodded at Eddie, tears streaming down his face.

With tears in his eyes, and shaky hands, Eddie had pulled out his dagger and proceeded to stab Bill through the chest, before smashing his head in with the boulder, ensuring he would not come back. He had carefully made his back to the group, without Bill and broke the news. That night, they had all sat curled around each other, mourning for their lost friend.

After that, Eddie became much more vigilant. He always made sure there were at least three people on a mission and that they were well equipped to deal with any sudden surprise attacks. They all did regular exercises to build up their body strength so that if they did in fact, encounter a zombie, they at least could hold their own.

Guns were also out of the question. Eddie has seen 28 Days Later enough times to know that loud noises would attract them, and as soon as one hears you the others will simply follow. Mike had protested at first, but eventually he realised that Eddie was right, and there was no way they were losing another member of the losers club. No way.

It seemed though, that right now, Richie had completely forgotten about their system and it was really beginning to get on Eddie’s nerves. “Richie, sit the fuck down and we can figure this out in the morning,” he hissed. He loved Richie, he really did. He was the love of his life, but sometimes Eddie just wanted to smack him across the face.

“Bev is sick!” Richie snapped, glaring at Eddie. In their whole relationship, the only time they ever really fought was over Eddie’s mother and his need to please her. Since this whole thing began, they had always been on each other side. Until now. “She needs antibiotics and Stan said there was a hospital not far from here when he came back from the mission with Mike and Ben! I could go, get the medicine and be back in no time!”

Eddie held back his need to scream, shaking his head, “You don’t- you don’t understand! You can’t go out there on your own. Now turn around and go back to the group. We can get Bev medicine in the morning, she even said so herself!”

A look passed across Richie’s face before he nodded and sighed, returning to the group. Eddie waited by the door for a few more moments before he followed him. For the first time in a long time, Eddie fell asleep without Richie’s arms around him.

The sleep must have only lasted around an hour or so, because when Eddie woke up in need for the toilet, he realised that Richie was gone. Panic filled in his gut and he searched the whole house from top to bottom, waking everyone up in the process. Tears were streaming down his face as he realised that Richie had left and gone to the hospital without telling them. He didn’t even leave a fucking note.

Due to the fact that he was terrified out of his mind that he might never see his boyfriend again, Eddie had no room to be angry at Richie, even though he really wanted to be. The night soon turned into day and the sickening feeling only worsened in Eddie’s stomach. What if Richie had been attacked? What if he was bleeding out on the street? What if he was one of those things?

Just as the last thought left Eddie’s mind and the sun was just beginning to rise, the door to the safe house opened and Richie stumbled in, bloody and dirty. Stan was the first to his side, wrapping an arm around his waist as he helped him into the living room.

Still unable to be angry, Eddie rushed over to his boyfriend, searching every inch of his skin for any sign of a ‘zombie’ bite. Richie didn’t object, letting Eddie make sure he was okay for his own sanity before he handed over the bag full of medicine. As soon as Eddie realised that Richie was fine and he had the medicine, the anger was back and he grabbed the bag from him, storming into the room where Bev was. He had to make sure his friend was alright first.

Once he had administered the antibiotic to Bev’s system, Eddie walked back into the living room, where Richie was chilling on the couch. “You are so fucking stupid. I can’t believe you did that.”

Richie looked up, tilting his head to the side in confusion, “Eds it’s fine. I’m fine. Bev is fine.”

“That is not the fucking point!” Eddie hissed and Richie stopped short, blinking at Eddie as if he had been punched. “I told you to wait until morning when two other people could go with you! I fucking told you that it’s safer in groups and you ignored me and went off on your own! You risked all of our lives!”

“What the fuck?” Richie rolled his eyes a little. “Eds, you’re being so over dramatic. You guys were here and I was the one out there. The only life at risk was my own.”

Eddie’s eyes darkened and he scoffed just a little, “What? You think that if you didn’t come back we’d all just forget about you and move on? You think we wouldn’t have gone out looking for you? Putting ourselves at risk to find you? This- this isn’t a game Richie! This is real life and you fucking- fuck! You are just so fucking stupid!”

With that, Eddie stormed away and up the stairs of the house into one of the bedrooms. Tears of anger were in his eyes and he harshly wiped them away, taking in a few shaky breaths. He had no idea how long he sat up there, alone and in the cold, but it was dark when the door knocked and Richie stuck his head in. “Can I come in?”

The anger was no longer there, instead it was replaced with hurt and the resting fear of losing Richie. “Yeah, come in,” he whispered. Richie crossed the room and sat on the bed next to Eddie, pulling him into his arms. “You were so stupid,” he whispered, his voice cracking.

“I know,” Richie whispered, running his fingers through Eddie’s hair. His hands were cleaner now, so Eddie assumed he must have washed up before coming to find him. “I know Eds, and I know I wasn’t thinking. I’m so sorry for putting everyone at risk. I just- I wanted to be able to do something for once. It’s always you, Stan and Mike who go on the main missions and I- I just wanted to be useful.”

Eddie looked up, his eyes wide as more tears filled up, “Richie- you are useful. Your boy scout experience and your trips with your dad give you the knowledge of how to cook food. None of us know how to do that, or how to build a fire or how to break into a house. That’s all on you. We’d be screwed without you. Just because you aren’t out on missions doesn’t mean you’re not useful.”

Richie leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together and he leaned in, pressing a light kiss to Eddie’s lips. Right now, life was too short to stay mad at the person who made the world a little bit brighter and Eddie knew that. “I love you, Eds.”

Life was going to get a whole lot worse before it got better. They were going to encounter way more problems and possibly suffer more losses. As long as they have each other though, Eddie was sure that they could take on anything the world threw at them.

“I love you too, Rich. I love you too.”

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Reddie prompt: Eddie always pays specifically for Richie when they go out with all the losers (like we saw with the ice cream in the movie, for example at the cinema, or the fair idk) and he suddenly realizes he does it because he involuntarily thinks about him as his "date". That's how he discovers his own crush. (If it's too specific you're free to change it as you please)

Thanks for the idea! hope you like it !! 

*its late i didnt read it over im sorry*

-eddie and richie have always been closer to each other 

-everyone knows it

-they claim they cant stand each other but everyone knows thats not true

-they love teasing each other but they also have their cute moments of geeking out together

- eddie has been unconsciously buying stuff for richie since they were 7 years old

- it all started when eddie brought gummy worms to school, he didnt have much bc his mom didnt want him to get sick.

-he was sooooo excited to each them during lunch time, he had been thinking about them ALL day

- he finally pulls them out and richie sees them and says “omg eds those are my absolute favorite candy! could I maybe have one?” 

-eddie looks at richies puppy dog eyes and back at his gummies, man he really wanted all of those gummies but richie looked like he really want some and he could never say no to richie so...

-”yeah sure, hmm, here take these” and eddie gave him 3 out of his 7 worms

-” wow thank you eds!” richie said as he pinched eddies cheek

“dont call me that richie..” he said grinning 

richie devoured those gummies in like 3 seconds

eddie ate them like a normal human being

richie then just stared at eddie eating those gummies bc mannnn he really wanted more

eddie kinda got that impression too so he split the 7th gummy in half and they shared it 

richie literally hugged eddie with all the strength in his body

that whole week eddie snuck into the candy drawer at home and took extra gummies for richie

and they would both eat them together at lunch

(they even named one albert and kept it in a bag in richies locker and “looked after it” together)

after that, every time eddie would go to the drug store to get his medicine he would buy a bag of candy for him and richie to share. 

every.single.time

he would save up the whole week just to buy that bag of candy

when they got older he didnt notice he did it anymore

the candy buying had stopped but if he was at the fair and he went to get a hot dog he always got an extra one for richie

or at the ice cream shop he always got some for richie

richie at this point expects food from eddie all the time, he doesnt notice it but hes like a drained dog if eddie has food, richie has food

one day the losers are are the annual derry town celebration and eddie goes to get some cotton candy for him and richie (their like 17 here)

he comes back and hands over the cotton candy to richie

mike goes to grabs some before eddie gives it to richie and without even thinking he just blurs out “NO thats for richie”

mike is just like taken aback 

and eddie is too

hes just like “hmm sorry mike here take some of mine”

mike hesitantly takes some and whispers a quick thanks

eddie cheeks are red hot

“why do you only buy food for richie and never for us?” bev asks

“hm, idk, i just, uhm, i just do”

“but why only him, you've never bought us anything” ben pressed

“its just what i do, idk ive always done that”

theres a long moment of silence

after a minute the rest of the losers starts talking but eddie just sits there quietly 

he starts to think of why he only buys food for richie

and he starts to think of how happy richie always looks when he brings him food

and the way he calls him cute

or the way he says “thanks Eds!” with a little pinch on the cheek

and he starts panicking

he cant breathe

he did it bc he liked it when richie gave him attention and looked at him as if, for those two seconds, he was richies whole world

he liked it

he liked richie 

eddie just jumps out of his seat and beelines for his house

the losers all notice and mike decided to follow him

eddie gets to his house and just collapses near the tree, out of breathe and panicked

he cant like richie

but he did like richie

but why, he cant, richie is going to hate him, he cant like like richie no its a joke. hes just confused, they just confused him with all of these questions 

that was it

he didnt like richie

no

he loved him

“fuck just shut up!” he yelled to himself 

he just starts sobbing

Uncontrollable sobs

mike hears the crying and peddles faster

he gets to eddie and just sits next to him and wraps his arms around his shoulder

“its okay eddie just breathe okay listen to my breathing try to follow it”

they spend the next couple of minutes just concentrating on their breathing

when eddie finally calms down he just looks at mike, all red eyed and he blurs out 

“i like him mike, thats why”

“why what eddie?”

“why i buy him all the food”

“oh, uhm, thats okay eddie”

“no its not =, how could i like my best friend, omg hes going to hate me, hes never going to want to talk to me again”

“You know i can never do that to my eds” they hear a voice say behind them

eddie froze, he was thinking of just bolting to his house and locking the door

“mike do you mind giving us some time alone?”

“yeah no problem man”

richie sits down next to eddie and eddie just looks straight ahead. hes too scared to look at richie

“eds, can you please look at me, i wanna say something”

eddie slowly turns his head towards richie. richie sees the tears and instinctively wipes them form his cheek

“ you know when you bring me food its usually the highlight of my day, it makes me believe that your thinking about me”

“ only makes you believe? im definitely thinking about you if im buying YOU food” eddie quietly chuckles 

“ i know you are but i mean i always kinda hoped you thought of me for more than just food...”

eddie could see that richie was visibly nervous, he kept shaking his leg and biting his lip

Eddie put his hand on richie leg to try and calm him down, when he did that richie just gave him a comforting smile

“i dont want us to ruin our friendship overt this richie, i cant lose you”

“you’ll never lose me eds, we can take this slowly and figure it out together”

“okay, were going to find a way to make this work”

“ oh btw eds i brought you these”

richie pulled out a bag of gummy worms

eddies starts laughing and takes some. he rest his head on richies shoulder as he eats the gummies, knowing everything is going to be alright.\

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Fic: as iron sharpens iron - Chapter 2 (Burn Notice) - 9k+ words

SUMMARY: Somewhere along the way, at one point or another, Madeline tells them, “You need to stick together.”

And that, more or less, is what they do.

Nearly a year and a half later, here’s chapter two! I’m blaming a lethal combination of a global pandemic and grad school.

Here’s Part One. Also: both chapters can be found on AO3.

——————

He knows it's coming. Has known since the very beginning.

(You left, Michael. You had a choice to make, and you made it.)

He knows all the reasons they can't be together—has them memorized, front and back, reverse alphabetical order, ascending and descending order of importance. Hell, he could even recite them in English, Russian, and Farsi if asked. He used to mentally run them on a loop all the time, but that's—it's not enough anymore. Because the truth of the matter is that he has wavered on the subject with an alarming amount of frequency over the last year with her here in Miami, further demonstrating—in his mind—that his judgment has become too clouded to be objective anymore.

(I'll always care about you, Michael. I'll still help you with your thing, and you'll still help me with mine, but we can't be together.)

It doesn't change the fact that, no matter how prepared he is, no matter how many times he's been briefed on all the terrible consequences they could incur as a direct result of their...liaison, it's difficult to hear her say it out loud.

It doesn't truly become painful until the sound of her words echoes off the empty walls of the loft, and without so much as a glance back, she walks out the door.

—

"Fi, what do you think of these?"

She turns and takes in the floral print blouse and matching hoop earrings (with little, plastic flamingoes on them) Madeline is holding up. They're hideous.

"They're, uh—" She goes back to scanning the department store for visible security threats. There's a particularly suspicious character seated over by the food court in the adjoining mall. "—they're really something."

She tracks the food court guy until a woman and small child approach him, and the three head off toward the New York & Company at the south end of the mall. Satisfied, she glances back, then does a double-take at the deeply unamused look on Madeline's face.

"What?"

"Fiona," she says dryly, stashing the blouse and earrings onto the circular rack beside them, "I'm not an idiot. I know you're only here because Michael asked you to babysit me."

Fi looks down at her nails and swallows. "Well, I think his exact phrasing was 'protect her'..."

"You say 'tomato,' I say 'condescending eldest son.'"

Fi peruses through the clearance rack, nose wrinkling at all the tacky prints. "Michael's helping Sam protect a client—some ex-convict turned dedicated family man—from some bad men in Little Havana. He just—" She shrugs. "—wanted to keep you safe. He cares about you."

Madeline snorts at that. "Yeah? Well, he's got a funny way of showing it."

Fi somehow manages to keep her thoughts on that particular subject to herself. She comes across the tackiest shirt of all. "What about this one?"

It's a t-shirt with Hot Mama emblazoned across the front. Even by both of their style standards, it's awful.

Madeline doesn't even bat an eye. "Only," she says, pulling a shirt of her own off the rack, "if you agree to get this one."

More subtle, but no less awful, hers reads Trouble. They exchange matching grins as they swap shirts.

"You know, Fiona, honey," Madeline begins uncertainly, avoiding Fi's gaze as she holds up her shirt to make sure it's the right size, "Michael's been mum about this whole break up, but I'm sure it...well, I'm sure it hasn't been easy—"

"We were never together," she automatically corrects, ignoring the way her heart twists painfully at the denial.

Madeline's expression turns suspicious, but she keeps her opinions to herself. "Of course. I just mean, if you can't come to poker games, or come visit as frequently because seeing him is too difficult, I...I understand."

It's such a thoughtful sentiment, and one that fills her with an alarming amount of anguish, that Fi feels the need to correct her immediately. Just the idea that Madeline thinks she doesn't want to be her friend anymore because of her son's emotional incompetence is...is...

"Absolutely not." Her voice squeaks out an octave or two higher than normal, but she plays it off like she doesn't even notice. "That's a preposterous idea, Madeline, and I'll hear none of it. Now, go try that on."

The small smile that Madeline flashes her on the way to the changing room is both grateful and doting in equal measure.

—

Even in Afghanistan, the early morning brings some kind of reprieve from the heat, but Miami is its own kind of animal. Sure, it's marginally less humid, but as Michael's sneakers pound against the dirt running trail and his lungs (heavy and unmistakably saturated with the moisture in the air) swell in his chest, he forgets what an absolute hell hole this place is—an insult, probably, to Hell since it can't possibly be this humid there.

(Home sweet home.)

"Mikey—h-hold up!"

Sam's voice barely registers with him as he presses forward, ignoring each coinciding jolt that shoots up his legs and makes his teeth rattle. He deliberately tunes out the internal voice that reminds him thirteen miles was a hell of a lot easier back in his Army Ranger days, at the age of 23, than it is at the age of 41. Still...Langley never had this view—sun cresting over the ocean, streaks of muted pink and orange stretched across the early morning sky.

(Langley also didn't have frozen bank accounts and deleted job histories, that same internal voice reminds him, which...fair).

They bypass a park bench, which Michael figures is as good a spot as any to take a break, just as he gets a side cramp. Apparently, his own body has a truly wicked sense of humor. He presses his palm to just below his rib cage as he watches Sam collapse onto the other end of the bench, legs sprawled.

"Aw, c'mon, Sam," Michael says to him in between labored breaths. He attempts a smile but winces when he gets another sticker. "Don't tell me you've gone soft in retirement. I thought SEALs were supposed to have better stamina than this."

Sam's own breathing is erratic as his chest rises and falls unevenly. He wipes an arm across his forehead. "Uh, for the record: If we were in water right now, we wouldn't even be having this conversation."

"Why?" Michael looks up from the ground, hands planted on his knees. "Because you would have drowned?"

Sam's responding look says everything a rude, single-fingered gesture could. "Oh-ho! That's real funny, Mike." He lets his head rest on the back of the bench a moment, eyes jammed shut, trying to regain a steady pace of breathing again. "I'll let it slide, though, 'cause I know you're all messed up about this break up with Fiona—"

"We were never together."

"That's just the denial, brother. Veronica says it's the second stage of the grieving process, and—"

Michael lets his head fall, chin to chest, and holds out his hand. "If I buy breakfast, can we please drop this?"

Sam takes his proffered hand and uses the leverage to spring from the bench. "Throw in lunch, and I'll forget I ever met the broad."

Despite himself, Michael grins at that. When they finally make it back to the Charger—drenched and completely exhausted—Sam beats his personal best time by about a second and a half, which he claims—in addition to both meals—is worth at least two drinks of his choosing.

"It's certainly worth at least a drink and a half," Michael ultimately decides, and Sam's responding laughter is contagious.

—

The instructor is too...peppy for this early in the day. At least, that's what Maddie thinks.

All she says, however, cigarette hanging limply from the corner of her mouth is: "I hate her."

Sam rolls his eyes, careful not to lose his grip on the pool noodle she's balancing on as she does half-assed flutter kicks. The other ladies in the aquaerobics class keep covertly (and some not so covertly) shooting them dirty looks. He manages to keep them at bay with a few disarming smiles. Apparently, Sammy's still got charm to spare.

Of course, it probably helps that he's easily the youngest one in attendance, but when your best buddy asks you to keep an eye on his Ma, what can you do?

All he says to her, however, is, "Now, now, Maddie. My shrink from back in the service would say you're projecting."

"Projecting?"

"Mm-hmm. It means you're not really mad at the instructor, you're just upset because—"

"I know what it means, Sam. I'm not an idiot."

"—Fiona and Mike broke up."

"Fiona said they were never together."

Sam snorts. "Yeah, Mike said the same thing."

"Oh, please," she spits out with enough force that her cigarette drops from her mouth into the pool. "They were 'never together' in the same way you date 'age-appropriate women'."

"Hey, now," he bristles, sounding almost hurt.

Maddie doesn't apologize, but her tone doesn't carry the same kind of bite when she adds: "I suppose that's why Michael put you in charge of surveillance this morning? So the two of them don't have to spend more time together?"

He relinquishes the pool noodle to her when the instructor holds her own noodle above her head. Maddie mirrors the movement. "Or, maybe I just like scoping out all the eligible broads in Miami-Dade County who are raking in those sweet social security checks."

She barks a singular, "Ha!" over her shoulders, which of course earns them a few more disgusted looks.

Up front, the instructor begins doing some kind of modified jumping jacks. Her teeth gleam as she smiles widely and says, "Okay, ladies! Let's move with porpoise and try to have some dol-fun with this one!"

The two of them exchange looks. "I hate her," Sam finally decides, frowning.

Maddie turns back around, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. "Now who's projecting?"

—

She could flag down someone at the Cuban café down the block, but—ugh, no. Horrible idea. Untrained civilians would be more trouble than help. The cops? Not unless she wants Michael and Sam to get pinched—and as tempting as the latter may be...There!

Fi makes a hasty approach to the EMT station just down the block. This was supposed to be a two-man job (of which she had no part, thank-you-very-much) until her pedicure was interrupted by a call from Michael, who practically begged her for reinforcements. So even before her gels have a chance to set, she finds herself in Hialeah trying to find a suitable enough commotion to allow Michael and Sam the chance to escape from...well, whatever it is they've got themselves involved with.

He owes me big time, she thinks sourly before hiking her dress up just the tiniest bit and fanning air into her eyes to make them water before she makes her entrance.

"E-Excuse me? Somebody! Can-Can anybody help me?" she cries, really turning up the dramatics—truly, if anyone should be teaching an acting master class, it should be her.

There are a couple of ambulances and a group of EMTs playing cards. Or, at least they were playing cards before they all turn to look at the hysterical woman standing in their station.

One of the men—a genuine look of sincerity and concern on his face—approaches her. "What seems to be the trouble, ma'am?"

"It's my father," she tells him, voice cracking. "He's feeble, and—and the dementia? It's only getting worse. He was supposed to meet me at the jai alai court on seventh, but he never showed." She brings her hand to her mouth as if suddenly overcome with emotion rather than trying not to break at the thought of Sam being described this way. "I think—I think it might be gang-related?!"

The man places a comforting hand on her shoulder, which normally would be a bit forward, but Fi's having trouble getting upset over the whole ordeal—especially when that hand belongs to someone with such a cute face.

A very cute face.

"Don't worry, ma'am," he reassures her earnestly—it's only further endearing, "we'll send someone out to make sure he returns home safely."

He gestures behind him to two of the men playing cards, who immediately stand to attention. With his back turned, Fi quickly shoots out a text to let Michael know the cavalry's on its way. The sound of the ambulance's siren as it turns out of the garage startles her, and just as she slips her mobile back in her hip bag, the man redirects his attention back to her.

"Oh, thank you!" she gushes, making a show of dabbing at her eyes. "Thank you, Mr....?"

"Uh, Campbell. Just—Campbell."

"Thank you, Campbell. I'm—" She hesitates, only slightly, with every intention of offering up a fake name (Millicent, maybe?). But it's like she said: he's very cute. "—I'm Fiona."

Eventually, he asks for her number, blushing and backtracking at her raised eyebrows as he explains they want to make sure they have a point of contact in case Bryce and Jeff (the two guys in the ambulance) find her father.

They never do, obviously. But Fi does receive a text from an unknown number later that night inviting her to stop by the garage any time tomorrow.

...for an update on her father, of course.

(He doesn't actually ask her out until the following week, and by that point, she updates the contact listing in her phone from Cute EMT to Just Campbell).

—

Their question doesn't make sense. Especially because they're at Carlito's, and their brunch order hasn't even arrived yet.

"I like Campbell," Michael says, his smile not really all there. "He's...great."

Sam and Barry exchange glances, as if they somehow know something he doesn't. Michael hates it. He flags down the waitress for another mimosa—maybe two?

The whole thing's an ambush, all things considered.

—

"You said what?" Fi practically shrieks.

A few women on the yoga mats in front of them turn around to glare at the interruption. She offers up a hasty apology.

Sam, who is finally dressed appropriately in a baggy t-shirt and athletic shorts, looks duly chastised. Whether from her outburst or the fact that he can't seem to maintain his balance for boat pose, she's uncertain. "I told her that I've traveled all over the world, seen a lot of women, and that..." He hesitates when he catches her glaring. "...that she's one in a million?"

Fi lets out an exasperated yelp. "How did you possibly make it through SEAL training when you are clearly suffering from such advanced levels of brain damage?" she hisses, careful to keep her volume in check.

Sam falls back against his yoga mat gracelessly as they mimic the instructor's transition into corpse pose. "Hey!"

An older woman on the other side of Sam looks at him, disappointed. "Veronica has every right to be upset," she says. "You tell her she's something special and then can't even honor her with a response when she proposes?"

Sam tries to catch his breath, arms splayed at his side. He glares at her. "Uh, no offense, but you're not exactly a relationship expert here. You've only been with Anthony, what? Two weeks?"

"No, Donna's right," Fi assures him, closing her eyes to hopefully re-establish some form of equilibrium.

Another girl, Natalie—with bangs and a University of Miami t-shirt—chimes in from behind them. "Sam, my guy. It's completely understandable that you would have some reservations, or whatever, given everything that went down with Amanda. But you can't just, like, project all of your emotional baggage onto Veronica. It's not fair to her."

Sam looks between the three of them as they transition into bound angle pose. His hips creak painfully in the process. "Okay, let's assume that some—"

"—all—" Fi corrects.

"—Fine, let's assume all of that is true. What do you guys think I should do?"

"Have you called her since?" Donna wants to know.

Sam looks uncomfortable—and not just because his body hasn't moved like this since before the Soviet Union dissolved. "Well, no, not exactly, but—"

"Sam!"

This time, Fi doesn't bother watching her volume. She stands abruptly, slinging her yoga mat over her shoulder, and grabs Sam by his ear. His protests combined with her antics are enough to disturb the whole class. The instructor scowls at them both.

"Don't worry, we're leaving," she calls out, dragging a sniveling Sam behind her. He barely protests when she informs him they're driving over to Veronica's, so he can explain to her in person why he's an emotionally stunted idiot man child (her words).

—

"Now, you can hit me all you want," Sam growls at him, breathing wild and uneven, "but I'm gonna stand here 'til you get your head back in the game."

All Michael can see is red (although, some of that may be courtesy of Sam, who apparently still packs a hell of a right hook) as his options for saving the sick boy, Jack, vanish right in front of him. To him, it's just tactical reevaluation: Rachel is no longer an option, so the next logical step is Carla, who has the cash they need. But to Sam, it's apparently a breach of conscience.

It's been so long since Michael took his conscience into consideration—seared and mangled beyond repair, as it is. But Sam, apparently, views it not only as something worth saving but as something capable of being saved.

So he retreats, equal parts livid and grateful toward the guy blocking his front door.

A good friend supports you, both tactically and personally, he thinks, but an even better friend knows when to draw the line.

—

"You're lucky I like you so much," Fi says through a barely concealed yawn as they walk into Milam's. "Otherwise, you would never find me up this early on a Sunday."

Campbell smiles and pulls her into his side. "Good thing I'm so convincing then."

She has every intention of keeping up her pouting act and drawing the whole thing out a little while longer, but when she looks up at him and sees how...happy he looks, she finds it difficult to stay annoyed at him. Especially because she finally has the chance to wear the romper she snagged from the outlet mall two weeks ago for a fraction of its original cost.

(Michael would have complained about heading out to Dolphin Mall on a weekend, but Campbell was more than game. He even offered to drive—)

She cuts off that thought and instead focuses on how warm his fingers feel through the thin material of her romper. "And charming," she adds without really meaning to, but as soon as she sees his smile widen, she's glad she does. "However, I believe there were promises made regarding a homemade breakfast of some kind?"

She wiggles out of his grasp to pull a hastily made grocery list out of her pocket (half-off and pockets? Be still, her heart!). She hesitates a moment when she sees two of the cashiers looking intently in their direction (it's always the same girls who stare at her every time she's in here). They go back to busying themselves with the registers as soon as they see her looking their way.

"An egg white omelet with spinach?" Campbell suggests, then after a moment of doubt, he adds, "Right?"

It's adorable—as is everything he does. She nods in reassurance, and his shoulders sink in relief.

"Now," she says, redirecting the conversation to the task at hand, "produce is on the other side of the store, but the eggs are lumped in with poultry here, so if we hit up this side first, then make a straight shot through to—"

Campbell releases her and instead clasps one of her hands in his. "We have nowhere else to be today. Why don't we go up and down the aisles and pick up anything else we might need?"

She hesitates. Tactically, his plan is an absolute disaster—why would you divert from the objective for non-essential food items? But, a small voice reminds her, not everyone is as tactically minded as him.

Campbell frowns as her smile presumably falters, but she shakes her head like an Etch-A-Sketch and hooks her arm in his. She makes a big show of sighing and rolling her eyes as she relents. "Fine, but you owe me a yogurt now."

He plants a kiss on her head. "Blueberry, right?"

She spends the rest of the day pointedly ignoring the voice that won't stop reminding her he's not Michael.

—

Crouched behind their registers, Olivia turns to Maricruz. "Oh, my God—that's the supermodel wife slash girlfriend!"

"The one with the yogurt guy?"

She nods. "Yeah, but that's definitely not him."

Covertly, the two peer over their registers to get a better look. Not long after, Supermodel Wife Slash Girlfriend looks in their direction, and they quickly disappear again.

"Uh, excuse me, but who the heck is generically handsome white dude?" Maricruz demands, sounding almost offended.

Olivia's shoulders sink. "Do you think she's cheating on him? Poor yogurt guy."

"I mean, it could be her brother?"

"Yeah, right. He had his arm wrapped around her waist. That's, like, Boyfriend 101."

Maricruz puts her foot down. Metaphorically. "No. No way. I—"

"Excuse me." An elderly woman peers over Maricruz's conveyor belt, her mouth pressed into a hard line. "Could I please get some assistance?"

The two girls pop up from their crouched positions and brush themselves off. Maricruz offers the woman a conciliatory smile. "So sorry, ma'am. I'm happy to help you out."

After Maricruz rings up her order—a tube of Sensodyne and a bag of Werther's Originals—the elderly woman walks off in a huff. They both wave after her, wide smiles plastered on with professional ease, until Maricruz turns back to Olivia.

"No, look. I have a cousin who runs a kind of sketch auto body shop in Little Haiti, and he says yogurt guy was in just last week buying a new windshield, and supermodel wife slash girlfriend was with him."

Olivia looks somewhat impressed. "You looped your cousin into this?"

"...Yes. I'm not proud of it," Maricruz laments. "According to Diego, yogurt guy is in there a lot, always showing up with his car busted up. One time, Diego swears he saw bullet holes on the side, hand to God."

Olivia takes this in with some difficulty. "But he...he owns so many polo shirts! I just—what does that guy do?"

Maricruz crosses her fingers, nodding in Supermodel Wife Slash Girlfriend's direction. "Hopefully, not her. My money is still on super hot sister."

—

"Now, did Shawn deliver, or did he deliver?"

Michael turns just in time to see the giddy smile stretch across Sam's face as he makes his return to their seats, his arms delicately balancing chili cheese fries and plastic cups of beer. Before Sam can reclaim his seat between them, Fi makes a grab for the fries, while Michael takes one of the proffered beers. When Sam settles in, he tries to snag one of Fi's fries, but she slaps his hand away.

"Fifty-yard line, third row back," Michael recalls, unable to help the grin from spreading on his own face. "I've gotta admit—these seats are real nice, Sam."

Of the three of them, he's the only one in an orange polo shirt. The other two are decked out, head to toe, in Dolphins' colors—including jerseys (Sam, of course, in an old Marino one) and in Fi's case, an orange bandana. She even has eye black under each eye.

"Nice?" Sam demands with a hearty laugh. "Mikey, these seats are more than nice. They're phenomenal. I can practically see the whites of Ricky Williams' eyes!"

Fi sighs dramatically. "Get back to me when we're talking about real football," she says, popping a fry into her mouth.

"Real football?" Sam gestures toward the whole field. "This is as real and American as apple pie, lady."

She rolls her eyes. "Michael, can you please inform Sam that I am not an American?"

"Mikey, can you please inform Fiona that I didn't serve in the Navy for over a decade to listen to the good name of American football be besmirched?"

"Kids, kids," Michael says dryly. "Let's try not to kill each other before half time even begins."

Arms crossed, Sam and Fi glare at each other. "Fine," they spit out simultaneously.

Michael smiles from behind his sunglasses as an announcement filters in through the speaker system that they're clearing the field to honor a group of local World War II veterans. Sam springs up from his chair just as a steady stream of other people migrate toward the restrooms and concession stands.

"Those beers shot right through me," he informs them just as Fi makes a point of dramatically shuddering. "I'm gonna try to beat the lines."

As soon as he leaves, Michael is acutely aware that he and Fi are alone together for the first time since...well, a while. Without Sam as a buffer between them, she seems much closer than before. Which is...inconvenient because she said they can't be together, and she's still—well, the whole thing is still—a lot.

And...maybe she called Campbell before the start of the game, and Michael realized he hadn't been able to make her smile or laugh like that in a long time.

"I never got a chance to thank you, Michael."

He looks up at the sound of Fi's voice, but when he turns to her, she has her feet propped up on the seat below her, gaze straight ahead. He copies her stance, settles into the cheap plastic seat. "Thank me for what?"

"For taking this job and putting Felix away for good. He was a monster. Corey and Tanya deserved more than living their lives in constant fear."

Michael has a brief flash to his father, but he reflexively pushes that back. Instead, he watches as a group of elderly veterans make their way onto the field. "Well, you said you felt strongly about it."

"I did," she says, then quickly corrects, "I do. Tanya is just a kid, and when I—"

Abruptly, she cuts herself off, and it takes everything in him to keep his gaze straightforward. Fi could never stomach his pity, and he has a feeling now would be no different. There's something there, but he won't press her. Instead, he tries a different tactic. "You did good work, Fi. They were lucky to have someone who lets her emotions run the show on their side."

He feels eyes on him, and instinctually, when he turns to look at her, she's looking right back, an appreciative smile on her face. He looks away just as she makes the decision to climb over and into the seat next to him. She plucks a fry from Sam's abandoned pile and settles in before saying, "Sam will simply lose it when I tell him I submitted his name as one of these elderly veterans."

It's enough for both of them to share matching grins and clink plastic cups as the concept of colleagues who are just friends seems more attenable.

(In the spirit of colleagues who are just friends, he may need to tell Sam to stop calling Campbell "Soup" behind his back.)

—

Even from his spot behind the police line, Michael can feel the stifling heat blazing from the explosion site. He's not actually breathing in any of the smoke or the smell of charred plastic, but he may as well be, the way his chest constricts, the way bile comes up and burns his throat on its way back down.

He spends the next few hours scouring what seems like every freeway, every back road, and every alley that make up Miami-Dade County looking for her. He mentally compiles every safehouse, every evacuation measure, every weapons stockpile she has littered throughout the city. All the while he tries calling her ("This is Fi. Leave a message.") again ("This is Fi. Leave a message.") and again ("This is Fi. Leave a message.") and again ("This is Fi. Leave a message."). It's only when the rain turns into a torrential downpour, reducing his visibility to practically nonexistent, that he's forced to make the retreat back to the loft. The click that accompanies the closed door carries with it a finality that Michael refuses to—can't—accept.

But then her voice somehow filtrates through his waning adrenaline and utter exhaustion ("You have got to get a landline in here."), and suddenly, he can't focus on anything other than remembering how to breathe.

There's no Campbell, there's no job, there's no sleazy, retired ex-SEAL making not-so-subtle comments, or a well-meaning-but-intrusive mother demanding to know how he ever let a girl like her go—

There's just them.

And suddenly his chest constricts, and he's drowning for another reason entirely when she sinks into his embrace—warm, and solid, and alive.

—

Sam keeps asking, keeps pressing, keeps...being Sam about the whole thing, but she is quite adamant on the subject.

She doesn't want to talk about it.

"Are you sure?" he tries again, breathing heavy. They're outside the loft, where the Charger usually is, sparring (Michael's off with—other Sam). She can't recall who had the idea first, but she's dismayed it took this long to figure out that hitting Sam is...well, it's phenomenally cathartic.

"Because it seems like—" He ducks, narrowly avoiding being kicked in the head. When he comes back up again, he fixes her with an indignant glare. "—it kind of seems like you might wanna talk about it."

"There's nothin' to talk about." Fi's next punch lands squarely on the beat-up couch cushion he's using as a strike shield. If her native accent slips through the haze of her own outrage, then so be it.

"Nothing at all?" This time her foot connects with the cushion, but he holds his ground. For an octogenarian (she assumes, anyway), he's still surprisingly spry. "You're telling me," he continues, as she blocks his counter, "that you have absolutely nothing to say about the fact that Mike—our Mike—was once engaged?"

Fi lets out an enraged shriek before she lands a roundhouse kick that makes Sam lose his footing and stagger backward. While he recovers, Fi paces—hands on her hips, breathing erratic, head and chest pounding in tandem.

"Of course, I do!" she cries, coming to an abrupt halt. "Do you know what he said to me? What he told me that first night we were in Miami?" When Sam shakes his head, she tells him: "He said—" She swallows past the lump in her throat with some difficulty. "—He said I was the 'closest he ever got.' And then this—this Sam woman just shows up, out of the blue, and she's just like him—"

Sam stands fully and looks at her with not quite empathy—he's not nearly evolved enough to pull that one off if she's being honest (and she almost always is)—but with pity. It's positively grotesque.

"Fi..." he trails off, his expression totally lost.

She can't tell if it's said out of genuine concern, or out of embarrassment by her outrageous emotional display, and he's just too much of a gentleman to address it forthright—but either way, she decides, she has spent far too much time wallowing to be of much use to anyone. (The fact that she just compared Sam to a gentleman is merely further evidence of her fraught emotional state, as far as she's concerned).

"Sam, I'm fine." She wipes her hair out of her eyes and brings her fists back up to fighting stance. "Like I said," she reminds him, "I don't want to talk about it."

Sam takes a moment to determine if she really is fine, but she doesn't budge. Satisfied, he clears his throat and holds the couch cushion back up. "Fine by me, sister. But this time," he advises her with an annoyingly smug smirk, "try leaning your whole body into it. Your last kick was pretty weak."

Later, after Fi leaves and Sam drives over to the clinic in Coconut Grove to tell his medical buddy about the whole ordeal, Sam's buddy takes one look at his x-rays and tells him he has three cracked ribs.

—

I left her because you don't marry someone when you love somebody else.

Madeline can't see Fiona's expression from her place in Michael's bed (pretending to be asleep limits her line of sight), but she can't help the small smile that blooms on her own face at her son's admission.

She hasn't known Fi long, but she has come to think of her as...family. Like the daughter she never had (the one she miscarried all those years ago). Sometimes she thinks about it—about what would happen if her fool son would start prioritizing the people he cared about over his job and what that would look like. How he would finally decide whether Fiona was officially his girlfriend or not, and how she would finally have the big family get-togethers during the holidays with all of them (her sons, and Fiona and Sam) like she always wanted, and maybe—eventually, somewhere down the line—how she might even get grandchildren out of the deal. She snuggles down into Michael's god-awful mattress, hopeful.

Her son certainly picked the right girl, but so help her, if he thinks Fiona—coming from an Irish Catholic family like that—would ever be caught dead proposing instead of him, then he clearly inherited all of his common sense from Frank, who was—at his best—a complete idiot.

[89tczier]

Let them talk

There’s something smouldering in the deep brown of Eddie’s eyes. For a moment Richie thinks its anger, but he knows by the way Eddie’s mouth curls ever so slightly it’s something different. Richie’s suddenly very aware of himself and the lower half of their bodies pressed together.

part two of this

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3 months ago

“How fuckin’ old are you?” Richie chides with no real temperament behind it as Eddie, stubborn as ever, refuses to leave.

“I know it won’t get done for another fuckin’ week, so I’m sitting right here until you clean up after yourself.”

Eddie’s right, the den is fucking trashed. All but two pillows from Richie’s couch are strewn across his floor, empty bottles and bowls filling the spaces between them.

“It’s your mess too! And the others.”

“But you’re the host, shit for brains,” Eddie kicks his feet up on the couch for effect, his shirt riding up some, he’s tipsy enough not to say something snide about Richie’s blatant ogling.

“Some housewife you are,” Richie scoffs, starting to pick up the travel-sized bottles strewn about his flat. A cushion bounces off his head, “hey!”

“I’m still your guest, dickwad, be nice to me.”

“Oh yeah?” Richie picks up the pillow, holding it above his head and chucking it full force back at Eddie.

He yelps, but there’s a grin forming on his face. Eddie tries to get up on his knees for a more powerful shot at Richie, but he’s too slow, Richie’s already pushing back down, and running his fingers up and down his sides.

“Rich! Holy– shit stop!”

“How’d ya like that, huh?” Richie yells over Eddie’s frantic laughing, finally easing up and propping himself up on his elbows. Their bodies are pressed together, and Richie can feel Ed’s chest rising and pushing up against his even after he pushes himself up.

“You suck ass.”

“Your mom likes that about me,” Richie grins, hovering over him.

Eddie’s face screws up adorably in protest, “shut the fuck up, Tozier.”

“Shut me up yourself.”

There’s something smouldering in the deep brown of Eddie’s eyes. For a moment Richie thinks its anger, but he knows by the way Eddie’s mouth curls ever so slightly it’s something different. Richie’s suddenly very aware of himself and the lower half of their bodies pressed together.

Say something, you idiot.

“C’mon Eds, shut me–”

Eddie does, reaching up and pulling Richie down to kiss him by the neck.

It doesn’t last long, it’s barely more than a peck. Richie pulls back and is met with those pretty brown eyes again. There’s a weird but silence between them. It’s not often that the two of them are without something to say, but they have moments like the one just passed, where the apprehension and temptation hang between them like an incredibly sexy bad omen. They’ve never acted on it before this, and its kinda frying Richie’s brain because holy shit, was this always an option?

“Nothing to say? My god, it’s a miracle,” Eddie grins, hand still cupped around his jaw.

Richie, for all his might, can’t manage anything but a breath of laughter. His mind is reeling, his lungs feel like they might collapse in on themselves, and his sweatpants are growing increasingly tighter.

Eddie runs his thumb over Richie’s lower lip, “just gonna stay there and gawk, Trashmouth, or are you gonna kiss me again?”

Richie doesn’t need to be told twice.

He ducks his head and catches Eddie’s lips in another kiss, hearing him hum with satisfaction as he does. It’s soft at first, but deepens quickly as Richie swipes his tongue over Eddie’s lips. His mouth falls open and he makes a cute noise as Richie’s tongue slides in.

They eventually have to break for air (much to Richie’s chagrin), and for another moment it’s silent.

“That was something,” Richie finally exhales.

Eddie’s brows furrow the way they do when he’s about to start bitching at him. Richie can already feel himself grinning, “something? You stick your tongue in my mouth and all you’ve got is s– oh!”

He cuts himself off with a soft gasp as Richie readjusts them, pulling Eddie up and over him so he’s straddling Richie. Whatever he’s about to say next is cut off by Richie kissing him again with just as much intensity as before. Eddie’s hands travel up his neck and knot themselves in his hair, and Richie knows he’s one sharp tug away from losing it. He plays with the hem of Eddie’s t-shirt, tracing the small of his back with the pads of his fingers.

“Your hands… are so… fuckin’ cold,” Eddie murmurs between short bursts of kissing, tightening his grip on his hair, which elicits an embarrassingly loud noise from Richie. “Oh? That’s good to know,” he grins, and it takes everything in Richie not to rip the remainder of his clothes off when Eddie curls his fingers again.

The self-satisfied smirk on Eddie’s face goes slack as Richie drags his mouth from Eddie’s, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the side of his jaw. Eddie shifts in his lap, breath hitching as Richie takes the skin between his teeth. “Fuck, Rich…” he breathes out, letting his head fall back as Richie starts to work down his neck, alternating between nipping at the tanned skin and sloppily kissing at it.

“You keep moving like that, I just might…” his voice is low and muffled with his mouth pressed against Eddie’s skin.

“Like what? This?” There’s feigned innocence in his voice, and definite intention in the way Eddie pushes his hips down, grinding against Richie. He groans, biting down harder than he means to on the exposed skin of Eddie’s collar bone. He’s about to pull away and apologise, but sharp moan that escapes the man above him makes him reconsider. He licks at the new mark, bites down again experimentally, and Eddie fucking keens, falling against him. The sharp pull at his hair and the friction between them and the fucking noises he’s making makes as Richie rocks up against him makes Richie feel dizzy, very aware that he’s teetering real close to the point of no return.

“Eds,” he murmurs as his hands continue to wander under Eddie’s shirt, “Eddie we should probably talk…”

“Yeah, we probably should,” his breath is hot against Richie’s ear, but there’s something so sombre in his voice it makes Richie want to wrap him up and never let him go.

He swallows as Eddie leans back to look at him, eyes wide and lips swollen, arms draped over Richie’s shoulder. “I don’t know how, uh, far you wanna take this… if you wanna stop we can and I’ll never bring it up again, scouts honour,” he musters a smile, but thought of Eddie going ‘actually, yeah, what the fuck was I thinking? Bye bitch,’ is really fucking painful.

Eddie licks his lips, “that kinda depends… is this going to be a one-time thing?”

The question hangs in the air, and god, Richie really doesn’t know what to say. What he wants to say is no, that this could be an ‘always-time-thing’ if Eddie wants it too, because Richie does. He’s wanted this, wanted Eddie, for as long as he can remember.

“Because, Rich, I really don’t want it to be,” He continues, whisper-quiet like he’s done something wrong.

A smile pulls at the corners of Richie’s lips, “good… that's really fucking good Eds,” he says and cranes his neck to kiss Eddie again. It’s soft and holds the promise of many more like it, Richie’s trying his hardest not to smile like an idiot into it, cupping Eddie’s jaw and running a thumb over his cheek.

Eddie’s quick to pull back, and there’s a look of worry on his face, “just to clarify,” he starts, and Richie can’t help but chuckle, not even trying to hide the way he’s staring – the way he’s always stared at Eddie, like he’s everything – “you’re good with seeing where this goes in general? Like, outside of… uh…” he looks down at their laps, “this?”

“Absolutely, Eds, abso-fuckin-lutely,” he nods, savouring the way Eddie’s eyes brighten.

“Good… really fucking good,” he mimics, and smashes there lips together again.

The force of this kiss is almost jarring after the sweetness their last one, but Richie welcomes it, eager to pick up where they left off. Eddie makes a delicious noise as Richie presses a hand to the crotch of his sweatpants, downside being that he pulled away as soon as he did, and worry fills Richie. He’s about to apologise for not asking first, but what Eddie pants against him cuts that train of thought right off.

“No way we’re doing this on the couch. Your room, now.”

Can’t argue with that logic. After Richie’s head stops spinning, he stands the both of them up, hiking Eddie up a bit and holds him up by the thighs as those tanned legs wrap around him. How he hasn’t completely blown his top by now, he doesn’t know.

“Fuck– that was like, insanely hot,” Eddie mumbles against him, wrapping his arms around Richie’s neck, “you’re like, deceptively strong, dude, what the fuck?”

“Had plenty of practice, me and your mom–”

Eddie digs his heels into the base of Richie’s spine, “do not,” he bites hard at Richie’s shoulder, “bring my mother up when we’re about to fuck.”

Present circumstances were making it pretty hard for Richie to think of a witty response, so a strained “force of habit” is all he can manage as he staggers down the hallway. Miraculously, they make it the ten feet to Richie’s bedroom. Eddie squeaks adorably as he’s dropped on the mattress, though Richie doesn’t give him time to chide him for it, crowding over him and cutting off the start of his complaint with another open mouth kiss. His lips are starting to hurt now, but god if it’s not a hurt Richie’s willing to sign up to for… well, forever.

It plays on his mind as they go further. As Eddie fumbles with the buttons on Richie’s shirt; as Richie kisses down Eddie’s bare chest and around his hips; as the two rut against each other desperately; even as Richie goes near-brainless with release, the thought of forever remains. Forever with the losers is one thing, it’s completely guaranteed. He knows Ben and Bev are forever; probably Mike, Stan and Bill as well. Forever with Eddie clicks for him, like the planets aligning or some shit: something meant to happen, a cosmic fucking promise. There’s a moment when they’re lying together with nothing but heavy breaths filling the room that Richie worries it’s just wishful thinking on his part. But when Eddie shifts to slot his body against him, tucking his head under Richie’s, the worry melts away.

They still have more to figure out, but they have time.

They have forever.

[midnight-watch-committee]

Story 1: what happened to Sheridan

Journalism, second period of the day, 9:34 in the morning., June 22nd, 2018.

There was a tv on in the class room, we always had the news on in there to help us, "a free cheat sheet if you use it right" as Mr. Haddison would call it. Every now and again people would be mildly interested in what was happening: law suits, politics, and murder for the morbid. A sudden gasp escaped from the girl next to me. Her name was Beth and if you saw her, you’d probably expect her to be a computer club kid. A headband kept her bright orange hair that almost looked fake from falling into her rounded, golden framed glasses, she was the youngest person in this room by about five minutes and she made sure you knew when you walked in, her sporadic and adventure seeking personality was as wild as the bright stickers on her laptop and pins on her shirt which told you every fandom she was in. She tapped me quickly on the shoulder, which was met by a cold “I’m busy,” but her insistent tapping eventually made me cave, as I looked up to what was shocking her, I realized why she gasped so loudly. “How do you lose an entire town?!” I said, or rather screamed. My friend Mikey quickly covered my mouth, expecting me to scream more about something or other, but I was more in shock than anything.  Mikey slowly moved his hand off my mouth and wiped it on his letterman jacket, “Could you be any louder?” he asks sarcastically, which I feel tempted to test but decide against it. Sheridan, Wyoming...”it was just there five minutes ago”, according to one of the people interviewed, a man who left town to grab a prescription from a nearby pharmacy. “Hey, Mike, how far is that” I asked. “Not crazy far-Juni, do you have another stupid idea?” he answered, already knowing what I was gonna say, “Just one...” I respond. “Dumb ideas? Like what, going to the crater formerly known as Sheridan? Juni, it’s gone, I’m sure the police are-” Beth started before getting shot a “shut the fuck up” look from Mikey. “What are the cops gonna do? IT’S GONE! If they plan on arresting us for looking at a hole in the ground, I’m sure a court will easily rule in our favor.” I spit out. “Jeez, fine! If you two are going, I’m tagging along to make sure you idiots don’t get hurt.” Beth said whipping out her phone “What time should I expect Mr. Can’t drive for shit to show up?” Mikey let out a chuckle. Not his “I found that funny” chuckle but a forced one, the kind you do when your sister tells a really bad joke but your mom shot you a look. “8:30, ditch the pink, we’re trespassing and we can’t repeat the O’Reily house incident.” She gave me a thumbs up, punched it into her phone and went back to her work.

The Vallen residence, 8:20 at night.

I looked in the mirror one last time, my jet-black hair an absolute mess but not like I’d ever bother fixing it. I decided to settle on a blue baseball cap to hide the rat’s nest. A black sleeveless jacket and torn blue jeans were my only real protection from anyone spotting my pale ass from a mile away. I checked the film on my grandfather’s, well mine now, camera. I gently trailed my finger over the weird markings that surround the outside of the camera. I heard my phone go off from the other room and darted over to it, slipping it in my jacket pocket and making a break for the door, pulling up my black face mask and hoping in the back of Mikey’s dark red pickup truck. He had some cheerleader girl up front with him and they clearly seemed to be taking a while so I gave the roof a few rough slaps. He rolled his window down and snapped “How many times do I have to say stop doing that before you fucking stop?” I rolled my eyes and laid down as we pulled off. I shot Beth a text letting her know we were on our way and took a nap for the 30 minuets it took to get to her place, she hopped in and checked to make sure I was still alive, trying to keep me awake so I was ready to do my job. I was the group photographer, Mike was the muscle and Beth was our pretty face who got everyone’s attention, I’d do more up-front stuff if it wasn’t for my social anxiety so for now that goes to Beth. “Did you check the film?” she asked, to which I nodded. “Good, good...how do I look?” I crack a smile and give her the trademark Beth Thumbs up ™, curving my thumb slightly to copy hers. She rolled her eyes and made sure her recorder was still working. There was something about the way the light hit her and the look in her eyes that left me stunned. Click! I snapped a quick picture of her and waved the film around, checking it. Perfect. I slipped it into my jacket pocket hoping she didn’t see me take it as the truck comes up on what was Sheridan.

Sheridan, Wyoming 8:50 at night.

We slowed to a halt a few inches away from the crater. “God, does he want us to get stuck in there?” I mumbled to Beth before hoping out, tapped on the window and gestured for him to back up. The vehicle rolled back and just as quickly as he reversed, he slammed down on the breaks, most likely giving poor Beth a major concussion. Mikey got out from the front, telling Sherri or Cherri or Cherry or whatever her name was to wait there, Beth started her audio recorder and we started our search. We walked around the perimeter of Former Sheridan, snapping photos of weird shaped rocks that seemed placed by something to hold the dirt back from reaching the middle and flowers that were left in the crater by those who thought everyone there was dead already, sitting in between all those flowers were four glowing blue rocks. “We should go in.” I blurt out, “I mean, when have we ever been scared to go into something? We’ve been in hospitals during outbreaks for Christ's sake!” Beth and Mikey look at each other, have a quick whisper debate that seems to end in Beth winning and sends Mikey back to the truck to grab some climbing equipment and set it up at the spot we were standing near. Beth offered me the rope and I accepted, sliding down all the way to the bottom of the crater, about 15 feet deep. “what the- HEY GUYS GET DOWN HERE!” I shouted, and started snapping pictures of a hole dug into the side of the crater...no, dug is wrong. There were bite marks on the outside of the hole. As if provoked by my camera, a gray, eight legged, slimy, insect shaped...CREATURE came charging out. It’s lack of eyes was amplified by it snarling, four toothed jaw. If you took of the tail of a scorpion and made it the size of a small building, you’d have this thing. The creature started stomping around the crater screeching. Legs brought up dust, chomping it up in the air. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!” Beth screamed down into the hole and honestly, I didn’t know. I snapped a few more quick photos and broke for the rope, not wanting to be down there any longer. On my way up, I noticed the writing on the outside of the camera glowing, now readable as “Midnight watch committee.” As whatever the fuck that was screeched after us, we hoped in the truck and booked it, leaving cheer girl in wonder as to what we saw down there but we didn’t even have the sanity in that moment to describe it,.

Vallen residence, Midnight.

This thing was like something right out of some old country children’s tale. “Wait a minute...” I thought to myself, I flung open every filing cabinet in the attic, trying to find the old book my grandfather use to read to me from. My mom always hated it and time and time again told him to not read it to me, but he never listened. “The world’s a scary place,” he would say “nothing wrong with teaching her what to expect.” After maybe the 500th cabinet filled with pitch blackness, my hands bumped into the large leather-bound book. I blew the dust off it, remembering the last time I had ever had this read to me was when my mom was still alive. As if like magic, I open the book up to a random page and saw exactly what I was looking for, “The Earth Eater.” My jaw dropped reading everything in there, all the lives it had taken...but what really threw me off was...the book mentioned Sheridan’s disappearance. Did the author know? Was this some kind of joke? I set the book down on my Grandfather’s dark colored oak desk and went to bed, my mind still racing.

Bus ride from Vallen residence to Big Horn high school, 6:15, June 23rd, 2018

It was a cold early morning, but if you were up then, even in the pitch blackness, you would’ve seen the way the ground exploded near us as the Earth Eater rose from the ground, sending the bus flying. It felt like everything happened so quickly yet so slowly at the same time. I got sent flying into the seat next to me, like many others, and hit my arm against the seat hard enough to hear a loud cracking sound. It felt like every single nerve in my body dedicated itself to making me feel nothing but pain in my arm at that moment, as I tried to move it, I realized just how badly it had truly broken. The creature charged toward the bus, its none existent eyes locked on me I imagine, and for one last desperate attempt to make a story out of this, I pointed my camera at it the best I could through a window. A soft Click! Filled the air, followed by a vrrr as the camera pushed out a Polaroid, by the time the photo had made it to me, Earth Eater was gone, back to maybe one day return from whence it went, or maybe not at all.

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Chapter 2 - The Rogue and The Bard

“Okay, so…You really go play board games with 12 year olds?” Billy asked, raising an eyebrow, not believing what I was saying. “Yes. Dungeons and Dragons, it’s called.” I tried to explain to him. “And you’re…Uh…Part of their ‘Party’ ?” he continued, looking at me in disbelief. “Yes. Mike is the Paladin, Will is the Cleric, Lucas is the Ranger, Dustin is the Bard and El is the Mage.” I smiled, looking at him  as he drove us to school. “And what are you, babe? The charmer of the group? The Fox?” he chuckled, looking at me. “There’s no Foxes in DnD, you, idiot.” Max grumbled from the backseat. “I’m the Rogue…A Tiefling Rogue. That’s why they called me Fox. Rogues are sneaky and sly.” I grinned at him and continued.“I think you’d make a fine Bard. You have charisma, dexterity and strength.” I try to hype him up, but he only smirked at me with a confused look. “Uhm…You can go around and smack people in the head with a lute.” I grin at him, making him slowly start smiling at how weird it sounded, then chuckled. “I’ll buy a lute just for that.” he let out an amused breath before looking back at the road. “Why did they let you in the Party and not me?” the poor redhead pouted. “Would you want me to talk to them? You see, some of them may have some…Issues, but it’s nothing personal. El, our Mage…She disappeared just a few ago and we kinda miss her. I guess they may be reluctant to have anyone else join us because they miss her.” I told her in a soft voice. “Why couldn’t they tell me that in the first place?!” she leaned frontwards, between mine and Billy’s seats, looking at me. “Well…To put it simple, Max…It’s a problem among all ages. We lack one fundamental skill that could solve more than 80% of our problems and that is, drum roll…Communication.” I say dramatically, making her giggle confused. “What do you mean by that? We all talk so much, don’t we?” she asked again, very curious. “Yes, but that’s different. When you talk, you can either hear, just like you do with any noise, or listen, which you only do when you actually use your brain. Thing is, Max…Most of us don’t know how to Communicate. Your problem with the Idiot Party could have been solved very easily if only they were up for communication, but they’re a bunch of silly nerds. Really. Many people pretend to listen, but they don’t and you realise that only when they get busted.” turning to look at her, I smile and pat her head. “I’d say don’t take it personally, they’re just boys, they’re stupid…But I can talk to them. Believe me or not, I know how to make them listen.” “Whoa, really? You can do that?” she gleamed and practically radiated joy. “That’s why they call me Fox, remember~?” I wink at her with a chuckle, before realising we’ve already arrived. “I say, the way things are, my sister’s gonna charm you before I do.” he scoffed, seeing Max skateboard to her classes. “Awww, come on, Billy, don’t be like that. She’s a real sweetheart. I like her around me, just like I like you.” I nudge him slightly, despite not even budging him. “Besides, it’s nice to finally have proper conversations, y'know?” I shrug a bit, looking away. “Say, babe, wanna see me at practice today? You can cheer for me as I beat the shit out of that Pussy Harrington.” he boasted, putting an arm around my shoulder. “I…Hope not literally, but at the game.” I chuckled nervously, looking up at him slightly. “Fine, fine, whatever you want.” Billy raised his arms in defeat in a joking manner. “Billy! That was mean!” I grinned, trying to stifle my laugh. “Now, there, toots, is where you are wrong and you don’t even believe yourself. I heard your sweet giggle.” he poked my cheek, making me blush slightly and look down. “What time?” I asked, sighing, hoping that nothing will interfere. “First class after lunch.” he flashed a charming smile my way. “I guess that can work. Sure, I’ll be there. But, uhm…Apart from the fact that you gotta score…I know literally nothing about Basketball.” I confessed awkwardly. “Well, you got the gist of it. Leave the rest to me.” he winked, putting his shades on his head. “Project, after?” “If you want to, sure!” I smiled

With that, I went on with my daily at classes, and gotta say, time flew by pretty fast, and before I knew it, lunch began and I went outside to eat, just as I always do, listening to music on my cassette iPod. An hour went by fast and I had to go see Billy’s practice match, his team against Steve’s, and for once, I was a tiiiiny bit intrigued by sports. I enter the P.E. room shyly, seeing how everyone was busy doing the warming up, and I sit on the bleachers, opening my book and reading “The Lord Of The Rings”, my absolute favourite fantasy book, before the match began.

“Hey, Black, this place is for sweating, not reading! Give that here!” a voice yelled in my ear, making me yelp, before they took the book from my hands. “Give me my book back, please!” I stand up quietly, trying not to draw attention to myself. “Why are you here? This is hardly a proper place for you.” Steve scoffed, looking at the book. “Psh, what’s this rubbish? You’re really reading this? Nerd.” he rolled his eyes, holding the book above his head, barely out of my reach. “If you want it back that badly, reach up!” he continued, laughing. “Come on, please, give it back! I didn’t come here for trouble, I just wanted to cheer for a friend!” I tried to say, trying to reach my book. “Friend? You? Of all people? Don’t be kidding.” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Hey, lookie here, King Harrington! Too afraid to face me and you prefer harassing a girl? You’re such a pussy.” Billy’s voice echoed from behind Steve, as he easily got the book from his hand. “Why don’t cha come on the field and fight someone your size?” he smirked, getting in his face. “I won’t let you win, Hargrove.” Steve sneered, annoyed, before bumping his shoulder into Billy’s and going to field to his team. “So, you came to cheer on me. Guess now I can’t lose, huh?” he smirked, flexing a bit as he took off his shirt. “Be careful out there. If you flex and show off too much, you might forget you’re playing and not trying to find your next hook up.” I smirked slightly, gingerly taking my book from his hand. “Thank you. I appreciate you standing up for me…Again.” I smiled softly, rubbing his arm a bit, as a way to both say Good Luck and Thank you. “Who needs a hook up when I have to charm the pants off of ya?” he got closer to my face, in a teasing manner. “Go fuck them up…Babe.” I whisper lowly in his ear, as the smirk never left my face, and yet, I back down and looked away slightly. “Great, now I’m turned on and it’s entirely your fault.” he shook his head, biting his lip as he jogged to court, ready to start the game.

The game soon started, and while I have to admit I had no idea what was going on, I would cheer every time Billy would score. I think that’s what I’m supposed to do, right?

The whistle blew and Harrington had the ball, dribbling left and right, until Billy came in front of him, looking intimidating as ever, and they seemed to be…Talking? Do people talk during games? They would bump into each other a lot, before Billy somehow threw him to the ground and got the ball, showing off again as he marked yet another point for his team, then turning to wink my way as he saw I was clapping.

What a jerk.

The whistle blew again, one of the shirtless guys was dribbling the ball and Steve was blocking him, but, of course, since he’s the best player in our year, Billy managed to easily secure the ball and dribbled it away from Steve, but then stopped and started taunting Harrington.

“King Steve! King Steve, everyone! I like it, play it tough today.” he got closer to his face, annoying Steve. “Jesus! Do you ever stop talking?! Come on!” Steve tried to make Billy shut up, but to no avail. “What? Afraid the coach is gonna bench you now that I am here? Huh?” Billy laughed as easy going as usual, then dribbled and pushed past Steve and stop ANOTHER point.

This time, instead of looking at me, he went to Steve, offered to help him get up, but told him something in a very intimidating voice and let him fall to the ground again, before coming in front of me, putting his arms on his hips, smirking cockily and panting.

“Liked the show, babe?” he asked, his chin up. “I have no idea what I watched, but hey, I think you won, right? Congrats! It looked like you did all the job, so I guess I know why the teacher likes you.” I clapped my hands in front of my chest, praising him. “Look at her being so cute. Didn’t I tell ya you were melting my heart? Come 'ere, gimme a hug!” he approached me, but I yelped, giggled a bit before stepping back. “No, no, no. Go take a shower first, then I’ll hug you, okay?” I put my hands up to signal him to stop moving, but he only chuckled. “One of these days, I won’t be the only one sweating, babe.” he teased in a low voice, making me blink and tilt my head in confusion. “I…I don’t do sports, Billy, what do you mean?” I smile at him. “You…You didn’t get that, did you?” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “Uh…No, sorry.” I grin awkwardly. “Never mind. Wait for me by the car, will ya? Unless you wanna join me in the shower.” he winked, giving me a charming look. “Okay, I’ll wait you outside. See ya!” I said cheerfully, walking to his Camaro.

However, before I reached the car, I saw Max and Lucas arguing and I ran to them, putting my hands on her shoulders.

“Hey, guys! What brings you here?” I asked, trying to calm down the waters a bit. “Lucas, here, and the rest of his stupid party, don’t understand anything! They act like they want me to be their friend, but then they treat me like garbage!” she yells at him, annoyed. “That’s not true!” Lucas tried to defend himself, but Max refuted with a simple “Yes it is!” “Is this about the AV club meetings?” I went between them, looking left and right. “Yes! They can’t stop keeping secrets from me and it’s so annoying! We’re not in 2nd grade anymore!” she shouted, very angry, making me sigh. “Okay, kids, calm down. First of all, Lucas, I really need to talk to you guys about this. Max deserves to be in the party too, okay? She’d be a great addition. Secondly…Is this about…About Will?” I ask the second question a bit quieter. “Yes, yes it is! Don’t get me wrong, I want Max in our party, but we’re 6 in our party, not only me, and I can’t decide by myself! You, me and Dustin want her, but Will is barely around anymore and Mike declines every time, because of El!” he raised his voice at me, making me smile in annoyance and sign for him to calm down. “Okay, kids, okay, I understand your problems and while I do think Max should be in our party, I think we should talk, the 6 of us…Like, have a REAL talk, because things have gone out of control these days and I wasn’t able to stay in contact with you too much because of school stuff, as you know. Now…Uhm…You should have told me Will wasn’t okay. El is not the only one like that, if you remember. I will tell Max everything that happened to us so none of you will be able to complain again.” I said sternly, looking at Lucas, who widened his eyes. “Wait, why would you do that?! We’re supposed to keep it a secret from everyone! We’re already 6 people and Will’s mum who know these things! You know how words spread! It’s a small town!” he tried to protest, worried, but I only shook my head. “I trust Max with my life and I vouch for her. She won’t spread our secrets, I’m sure of that. She just wants to be your friend, morons. Oh, Max, your brother is here. Let’s go home, shall we?” I asked her softly, leading her to the car. “Sure. Oh, and, you still stink!” she shouted past he shoulder, letting him panic there all alone. “Boys can be real jerks, huh?” I shrugged, rolling my eyes. “Don’t worry, I will show you something you’ll never forget.” “Yes, please~!” she grinned up at me until we got in front of Billy, who looked pretty annoyed. “Hey, King Billy, how are you feeling after such a glorious win? I mean, I think it was glorious, considering how relaxed you were every time you showed off so shamelessly.” I teased him, motioning to Max to get in the car. “With you cheering for me oh so pretty, what was I supposed to do?” he asked, flexing a bit. “Mind if I come over? Or are your parents home? Max asked me to chat and do some girl stuff. Is that okay with you? If not, she can come over at mine?” I smiled at him sweetly. “Awe, come on, toots, stop smiling at me like that, y'know I can’t refuse you. They ain’t home yet, you can come over. But don’t think the little twerp can have you all for herself all day.” he winked in approval, which made me hug him tightly. “Thanks, Billy! You’re the best!” I say, kissing his knuckles before rushing to the passenger’s seat. “Whoa, babe, what was that? Shouldn’t I have been the one to do that?” he asked slowly as he got in his seat, looking at me a bit weirdly. “Does it matter? I think it’s sweet no matter who does it. It was my way of thanking you.” I give him a soft smile as I lean back on my seat, closing my eyes. “Hmm…Hey, toots, can ya hold somethin’ for me?” he asked as he started the car and left the parking lot. “Of course.” I replied absent-minded.

Without realising, something warm softly lifted my hand a bit, and as I opened my eyes, I see Billy’s hand pressed to mine, his fingers intertwined with mine. He wasn’t looking at me, instead, his eyes were fixed on the road, an almost invisible blush gracing his sun-kissed cheeks, making me smile at him. I was debating whether or not I should say something or not, but I settled for just squeezing his hand a bit and turning the music volume a tad higher, which made him grin.

We sang the lyrics to the songs, which made the ride home pretty fast, like usual. When we got out of the car, Max went to my side and dragged me inside, making me chuckle at her eagerness. We both sat on her bed and she looked at me with such curious eyes that she made me want to hug her constantly.

“So, uhm…This is all gonna sound very crazy. It’s gonna be SO crazy that you will think I’m lying, but honestly, out of all those idiots, I’m the person you’ll believe and I’ll show you why, at the end.” I began, smirking a bit at her reactions. “The secret the guys hide is…Like a real life DnD campaign. With the Demogorgon and all that. I know, I know, bullshit, huh? Well, I can’t show you one YET, but by the time I grind some sense into those idiots…Well, I mean, hopefully you WON’T get to see any monster, they are super scary, but like…Basically, there’s this monster that kidnapped Will and got him in other world and uh…We found his body, but this one is the real one, and uhm…Well, we managed to get rid of the monster…I and El, more like, and the way I saw Lucas today, I think something’s happened to Will. Bad enough that maybe the monster managed to find another way here.” I took a deep breath after ranting all that out, making the girl look at me like I just said the Earth was flat. “Okay, okay…So then…Let’s say I believe you. You have no reason to lie, unless you’re schizophrenic or something. First of all, who is this El? And secondly, how did you stop the monsters?” she asked skeptically, but wanting to be proven wrong. “Well…El…El is short for Eleven. She was an experiment who managed to escape and we found her.” I explained to her with a big smile. “You expect me to believe that?” her incredulous look only made me chuckle at her. “Do you know what my real name is…Well, was, actually?” my smile turned into a smirk as soon as she shook her head. “My name was Three. Do you wanna know why?” again, her vigorous nod made me continue my story, as I pulled up my Tshirt sleeve, revealing the “3” tattoo. “Because I, too, was an experiment who managed to escape…That was 5 years ago.” I explained with a chuckle, seeing her mouth agape as she gingerly touched the tattoo. “Whoaa…And what did they do to you?” she asked again, looking as she was going to jump up and down from excitement. “What they did to me…Well, a lot of things. But that’s not the right question, Max. Y'know what the right question is~?” I teased her, before continuing. “What resulted after what they did to me~!” I smirked at her. “What happened? Did you get super powers or something?!” she screamed before I shushed her. “Do you see that notebook on the desk? Well…” I chuckled lowly before I made the notebook come into my hand. “It’s not there anymore, now, is it?” I winked at her when she started cheering and jumping on me. “OH MY GOD, THAT WAS SO COOL! DO THAT AGAIN! DO THAT AGAIN!!” she yelled excitedly, making me open her wardrobe’s door, before slamming it back and then opening the window, making her literally jump and clap at me. “THAT’S SO COOL!! WHO NEEDS WONDER WOMAN, WHEN WE HAVE YOU?! Imagine that! America’s Hero, Katrina Black, otherwise known as The Fox! Oh, look at her, she’s saving the day again! Whoooo!” she made a superhero pose, but I told her to stop in her tracks for a second. “I haven’t really used my powers in a very long time because…Well…It’s not really something you’d want to go out in the open with some people. But…Uhmm…Let me try to make you fly, or, uhm, well, float. Want that?” I asked shifting in a better position so I won’t screw up or anything. “You. Can. Do. That?!” she jaw-dropped, making me blush a bit. “Well…Kinda? Like…Just like how I managed to get the notebook, I can move you in the air. But it’s more difficult so it takes a bit of a strain, so if my eye or nose start to bleed, don’t worry, it’s normal, okay?” I assured her.

Taking a deep breath, I extend my arm towards her and focus, making her slowly raise into the air, moving her left and right as she giggled and pretended to be a superhero or that she was swimming. I couldn’t help but laugh with her, but I had to put her down before a headache would hit me and I could lose focus and drop her.

“Sorry I got you down, I was afraid I might drop you. I can do that again a bit later, if you want.” I cleared my throat, before ruffling her hair. “Is there anything else you want to hear? I should go to your brother and ask him if he’s up for some tutoring. I mean…I was supposed to give him a test yesterday, but I couldn’t come over yesterday, so I told him tomorrow…But I said that not realising tomorrow is Friday and he has a Basketball match, so that’s out of the question.” I scratch awkwardly at my neck. “Say…Do you like my brother? He’s more tolerable to be around since you appeared and…When you’re with us, he’s weirdly nice. Like…I would have never expected him to hold a girl’s hand like that. He’s such a man whore and he’s so violent! …But I guess I kinda get him, in a way. His dad is really…Really…A huge asshole.” she murmurs the last part before flinging herself down on her bad. “Do you…Want to talk about it?” I lean on my arm, petting her hair softly. “If you want to listen…Yeah. Maybe this way you’ll understand Billy better. Who knows, maybe you can tame him or something, I dunno.” she sighed, burying her face in her pillow. “You know…Billy has saved me from bullying twice since you came. And he’s been very sweet with me so far. I…I know he whores around a lot and he’s very violent…And gosh darn it, he flirts with me more than he breathes, I think…But I really appreciated that he didn’t beat up a guy when I asked him to. He had him by the throat, and I begged him not to punch him…And he didn’t.” I confess, putting my head on the pillow next to her. “Woaw…Sure that was my brother?” she chuckled, turning on her side. “Haha, yeah, I promise, it was him.” I grinned softly. “So…So, I don’t really know everything, okay? But…But Billy is afraid of Neil. He’s always screaming very aggressively at Billy and it can’t be a recent thing. And I think he sometimes hits him too. He can’t accept my mum as his mum, which I can understand, but he hasn’t had someone in his life who has been as nice as you are since his mother left him.” she explained, smiling sadly. “Well…To be fair, I was expecting something like that. Childhood trauma usually manifests in two ways…Either like me, or like him. But…But I think…Maybe I can somehow handle this.” I brought her into a hug, which she reciprocated. “He’s been a part of my life all this time and I don’t know him as something more than a violent guy…But can you help him? I know it’s a lot to ask, but…” she trailed off, not knowing what to say. “Don’t worry, Maxi, I will see what I can do. I’m kinda stuck with him the whole year whether I like it or not, so I won’t let him get worse than he is.” I giggled at her, but before she could say anything, the door opened, revealing Billy, his shirt halfway unbuttoned. “There’s so much love in only one room, but what 'bout lil’ ol’ me~?” he slurred in a supposedly sexy way, leaning on the door. “Billy! Remember how yesterday I was supposed to give you that test, but I couldn’t come over? Like, I said I would give it to you tomorrow, but I didn’t realise tomorrow is your match and…And like, you have to celebrate your victory, so I won’t stress you with a test, clearly. But like, you want to take it today, or do you want on Sunday?” I ranted on as I got on the edge of the bed, but before soon, he just chuckled and picked me up bridal style. “Let’s take that test. I’ve been staring at your lips all day, Kitten, and today I’m even more motivated to find out their taste.” he laughed, getting me to his room and gently pulling me on the bed. “Are you sure, Billy? There’s no rushing…I mean, you can have a few days more to revise…And this chapter is not the easiest one, so I won’t blame you.” I smiled nervously, looking away. “Nahhh, s'okay. I was prepared for the one yesterday, so bring it on.” he told me with the most confident smirk in the world, as he sit down on his desk chair. “Okay, so uhm…Yesterday I stood after class with Mrs. Green to create the test for you in a way that it would be structured the same as the final exam is, which is why I couldn’t come over. But…Here you go. You can write in your notebook and I will correct it afterwards, I have the point-grading right here. I’m asking again, Billy - Are you absolutely sure you’re up for it?” I asked him for the millionth time, putting the test in front of him. “Yes, babe, I am. I’m a man of my word. Responsibility and Respect.” he muttered, scanning the test paper. “That sounded a bit robotic…But I won’t ask you about it now. Good luck and focus. You have 2 hours from…Now.” I told him, getting on the bed and doing some improvements to the project.

Two hours passed by faster than the blink of an eye, making me get up and go to Billy, patting him on the shoulder and telling him that time was up. He looked at me since we were about the same height with him sitting down, and in his eyes I could see a certain…Restlessness. Like a fight of emotions was going on, but he didn’t know what to do. I blinked at him twice before cupping his face and frowning.

“Are you okay, sweety? You look upset. Did something happen?” I said in the most gentle voice I could managed. “It’s nothin’, babe, don’t worry for nothin’. Go check my test and tell me if I’m worthy of you or not.” he grumbled, puling away from me. “Billy…If you want, I won’t look and you can retake is on Sunday. It’s okay if you fail from time to time, it’s not the end of the world, you can always try again later.” I try to reach out to him, raking my fingers through his soft hair. “Nah, babe, failing isn’t manly, it’s for pussies. I can’t afford that.” he sneered, gripping his hands into tight fists. “That’s not true, who told you that? To fail is human and it can happen to everyone. It’s not a masculinity meter!…Billy, look at me, please…Billy. Please.” I pleaded again, putting my arms around his neck, but he only got up and went away. “That’s what he always said, okay? So what the hell else am I supposed to fucking DO?! If I don’t listen, I’m fucked! That’s how it’s ALWAYS fucking been! But you wouldn’t get it, would you?! Your parents probably bought you that house so you could stay alone and study at your leisure, their pretty little treasure, and you could fuck everyone you wanted there and nobody would say anything! Why the hell are you even here?! Huh?! It’s only 'cause of that teacher, ain’t it?! And 'cause I’ve always been the idiot to save your weak and pathetic ass! Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if you DID boast that you fucked me!” he raged around the room like an angry tiger in his cage, trapped. “Wh-What do you even know about my life…?” I managed to usher softly, as tears welled up in my eyes and I backed towards to wall opposite of him. “Well, fuck, Katrina, I don’t know, it seems like after today, I know absolutely NOTHING! Care to fucking enlighten me? Care to tell me why are you the high school’s fucking whore?!” he yelled, stomping towards me, which only made me glue myself to the wall, sobbing. “I-I’m not…I’m…Not…I…I…” I choke out, but since I couldn’t say anything coherent, Billy slammed his hands on either side of my face, trapping me, screaming “WHORE” in my face, which made cower and shield my face with my arms. “Don’t hurt me! Please, please, please, don’t hurt me! I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me! I promise I’ll be good, please, don’t hurt me!” I barely managed to squeak out between my sobs, my legs shaking like mad and I could barely breathe.

My ears were ringing from the silence in the room, save for my pitiful sobs, flashbacks flooding my head so much that my throat and lungs were burning like a wild fire. After what felt like hours, he slowly guided me the bed, making me sit down, and by instinct, I let myself fall down and started unbuttoning my shirt, with trembling hands. I didn’t even dare look up to meet his face, but his hands gripped my wrists all of a sudden, which made me meekly raise my gaze a bit and see he was frowning, but somehow, confused.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a low, somehow dead-pan voice. “It’s what you want, isn’t it? Rather than doing it by force, just do it with no violence. I told you I won’t bother struggling, it’s meaningless anyways.” I whispered softly, biting my lip. “Did I say I wanted to fuck you right now?” he sat down on the bed as I cringed at his question, only shaking my head slightly. “Then why did you do this?” he asked, but since he saw I wasn’t answering, he continued. “I’m not mad, I’m not going to hurt you, ever, so just answer.” “I’m sorry I upset you…I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to.” I whispered as he lifted me into a sitting position. “You’re the only one who puts up with me, and if you got angry at me, I deserve it. I’m sorry, so please, don’t get angry at me and leave.” I continued, closing my eyes. “Kat, come here.” he patted his thighs, motioning me to sit on his lap, which I did, but I still wouldn’t look at him. “Kat, look at me.” he said softly, putting his hands on my face, as I previously did to him. “Who hurt you so much, Kat? Tell me. I’m not angry at you and I won’t leave you, either.” he uttered, trying to calm me down. “I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you or said those things to you. I know they were lies, but I got frustrated. I should apologise, not you.” he confessed, making me look at him with glistening eyes, shaking my head briefly. “Kat, tell me. Please.” he whispered in my ear, making me start to cry again and throw my arms around his torso, crying in his chest, still trembling slightly. “I don’t know, Billy, I don’t know! It’s always been this way! I don’t get it, what did I do wrong? Why does everyone hate me? Do I look that weird? Is my personality that garbage? I-I don’t understand!” I began, feeling him rub soothing circles on my back. “I never had a family, Billy! I’m a runaway freak! I ran from an experimental base 5 years ago! I didn’t even have a name, I was just a number for them! And…And I ran here, and a policeman found me and put me in an orphanage under a name that I made up! Katrina Black, not Three anymore! And…And when I got with my new family, it was no difference than in the orphanage! Always the same thing! Nobody wanted me, I was just a waste of time and I did nothing good to contribute to my family!” I managed to say, clutching his shirt tightly. “Shhh, it’s okay now, Kitten, I’m here.” he whispered in my ear kissing my head. “Don’t be afraid.” “I worked a lot for 4 years, and with the policeman’s help, I managed to get my own little house and a motorbike. Not the perfect family anymore, huh?” I tried to laugh, but it came out more as a choke. “And…And…I…I just…I just wanted my Happily Ever After, Billy…I…I didn’t want to be alone anymore…They faked it…They faked everything just to fool around with me…They pretended to love and care about me…They pretended that they were good and protective boyfriends…But by the time I realised that what was happening wasn’t normal, it was too late and the damage had already been done. And I can’t erase it no matter how hard I try…” I put my hands in my hair, pulling at it in desperation. “I just want to forget all the disgusting things that happened, all the lies I heard, all those hands on my skin…I told you so many times before, no matter how much you struggle, it doesn’t do any good. Well, now you know the story behind it.” as I said that, he gently pulled away my hands and made me raise my head up again, and I could see anger and sadness in his eyes…He, too, seemed to want to cry, but tried very hard to stop it. “Tell me who did this to you and I’ll kill them. I’ll get revenge on them for you. If you couldn’t get out, neither will they.” he growled, looking me in the eyes, but I only shook my head and hugged his neck. “Don’t…Don’t go…Don’t leave…Don’t bother…What’s done is done. Yeah, of course, he only fucked me once, did other super gross things, whatever and now I’m somehow the biggest whore of the high school, whatever. Hey, really, I somehow magically fucked you in your sleep, or something, hell if I know. And if that wasn’t enough, after that first guy, two more came by. 'Know what happened?” I looked at him with a self-deprecating laugh, making him motion for me to continue talking. “The first one made me realise what happened wasn’t okay. Thing is, I told him I wasn’t interested in any fucks. What he did? The next day he started asking me about what positions I liked and stuff. And the next thing I know, he realised that I’m not a virgin, but he is, and says something along the lines of…How did he say it, now…Ah, yes. 'Why do the bad guys always get the good stuff?’. Yeah, like, thanks mate, very smart.” I rolled my eyes, every word completely dripping with sarcasm. “I kinda like it when you finally talk from your heart and you’re not scared of everything around you.” Billy said with a small smirk. “Well, then maybe you should love me by now. The third guy was very sympathetic with me and supposedly very protective of me. Turned out he was high-key flirting with my then-friend, making out/fucking her, all whilst continuing to insult me, but never letting me break up with him. He was a notorious liar. The biggest liar in the world, I kid you not.” I snorted bitterly. “Did they beat you?” he asked in a very low voice. “No…But…They would get overly possessive and jealous and would argue with me big time. It’s not like I have many friends, y'know? Just the kids. And Jonathan Byers, kinda. They would yell at me a lot and get super moody and mean. Hell, even on my birthday. Really…Fuck off.” I scoffed slightly, pouting as I leaned back a bit. “Did you calm down, Kitten? Feeling any better after letting your feelings out?” he caressed my cheek softly, which made me look down and snort a bit, trying to stifle my giggle. “What’s goin’ on, Kitten? Why you laughing?” he asked with a soft smile. “I…Well…It might sound super weird, okay, but…But I can’t stop laughing thinking about it. Just…He…He always boasts around how much of a mess I was because of him, but, like…I literally didn’t even realise when he got inside me and when he finished, like, what the hell!” I started laughing loudly, wiping my tears with my wrists, which made Billy start laughing as well, not having expected me to say something like that. “So my little Kitten can have a sense of humour when she wants to, huh? I never expected you to say any of the words you said the whole day, I swear, you’re surprising me with each day.” he put his arms around me, hugging me tight as I put my arms around his neck and calmed down. “I know I’m a mess, and as I said a million times, I’m sorry that you have to put up with me. But, Billy, if it were after me, I’d have already given you a chance by now, but really, I’m just scared that the whole chaos is going to happen again. And I’m just so tired of everything that I don’t think I could handle another betrayal.” I confessed softly, putting my forehead to his. “I said I was gonna prove you that you’re not wasting your time, and I’m not backing up from that promise. If it’s time you need, we have all the time in the world. I won’t be a shithead again like today. I lost control and it was my fault, I’m sorry.” he promised, looking me in the eyes as he put a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s okay, Billy. I know you have it rough too. I don’t know the details, but I can sense what’s going on. You don’t have to tell me, but I know your father is a…A douchebag. I’m sorry for using that word. But, really, it’s one more year and you’ll be free of him! You’ll have a scholarship and you’ll be studying at a cool University whatever you wish to study and…And…I…Well…Maybe…Maybe we can…Y'know…We may be able to study in a place close to each other. Maybe even the same city. Hawkins Scholarships are usually more or less addressed to certain Unis in certain states.” I said with a shy smile, which in return, made his features soften up like never before. “Sounds good to me, babe.” he said, before burying his face in my neck, holding me tight as I played with his hair, calming him. “Billy.” I called out after a few minutes, when I felt his heartbeat calm down a bit. “Would it be okay with you if I corrected your test now? Don’t worry about the result, it just means that I will have to explain some stuff better, so it’s no problem. It’s as you said, we have enough time for everything. I don’t want to hold you off for too long since tomorrow’s your match and you should sleep well.” I say gently, making him sigh and nod.

I told him to stay in bed and lean on the bed post before I got up, took the test and a red pen from my bag before hopping next to him, cuddling to his side. We corrected the test together, explaining to him each mistake he made and why it was wrong, how to address the question tasked and so on, and it seemed like he understood and he was aware of his mistakes and how to solve them. It’s true, he didn’t make it to 75%, but it wasn’t too far away from that mark. He was frustrated, but I managed to calm him down and tell him that he will definitely do better next time and that first tests are always so bad. By the time we were done, outside was pitch black and we realised it was already past 10pm, which made me bite my lip.

“It’s okay, I can walk home, it’s no big deal. Just stay here and sleep well, okay?” I smiled at him reassuringly, but he only shook his head. “Just sleep over, I’ll sleep on the floor no big deal.” he proposed, shrugging, making me gasp. “Are you insane?! You, sleep on the floor? It’s YOUR house! Damn it, Billy! I should take the floor! Well…I could sleep in Max’s room, actually.” I realised, but he shook his head. “No, no, no, I’d rather sleep outside than seeing you do either of those two. I said it before, didn’t I? She won’t have you all for herself.” he said, making me chuckle. “You could just say you wanted to sleep cuddled with me, y'know? You liked that hug more than you’d admit in your life.” I teased him with a soft smirk. “Fine, babe, y'got me. So, what band do ya want?” he asked, going to his wardrobe to look for a Tshirt for me to sleep in. “Woaw, always ready to give a girl your band Tees, huh?” I chuckled, hiding my mouth slightly. “Nah, not 'a’ girl. You. Anyone touching my band tees will get burnt.” he smirked, leaning on the door. “Flattering, Billy. D'you have AC/DC?” I asked softly. “Do I breathe air?” he asked very dramatically, throwing the Tshirt at my head, making me laugh. “Thank you. I love the design…Oh, Jesus, how much cologne and cigarettes did you have while wearing this?” I laughed, hugging it too my chest. “Too much, maybe.” he shrugged. “I’ll turn around so you can change. Don’t worry, I won’t peep. Yes, you can kill me if I do.” he chuckled as he turned around, stretching a bit, giving me enough time to change and remain into his Tshirt and lady boxers only, thanking every deity existing that he was much larger than me and the Tshirt went mid-thigh. “Okay, I’m ready. Thank you…And, uhm…This is really weird and embarrassing.” I sighed as I put my clothes neatly folded on the chair. “Ah, fuck, you’re so hot, I knew it.” he smirked, raking his fingers through his hair. “Okay, fine, my turn. But I don’t mind if you watch.” he winked at me, making me hmpf a bit as I got in bed, putting the blanket over my head. “All clear, I can’t see a thing!” I chuckled, giving him a thumbs up with my arm out of the blanket, making him sigh.

It took less than two minutes for him to snatch the blanket from my head and snatch me into his arms tightly to his chest, playing with my hair loosely. I smiled softly and snuggled to his side, feeling warm and safe in his arms and I completely ignored the fact that he was only wearing a pair of boxers. Godamn it, Billy.

With a kiss on my forehead, he muttered in a low, guttural voice a simple “Good night, Princess” before closing his eyes and going to sleep. In return, I could only smile and kiss his neck, being closest to me, and wished him “Good night, Billy” before I let sleep take over my senses.

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