#we love jello legs in this house

[apnourry]

tired asf workouts tho

[agentmarvel]

Can we have headcanons of fem!reader wife x 141 guys and how they each handle her leaving for girl’s night out in a really skimpy dress?

I think they’d all have hilarious reactions.😂

Omg yesssss

NSFW under the cut

MDNI - 18+

♡ Price:

Oh lord, that man is NOT letting you out of the house.

"Where ya think you're going in that?"

gets a little pissy when you remind him you have one girls night a month, and you have every right to wear whatever you want

"Doesn't mean you have the right to show anyone else what's mine, love."

will physically block the door with his whole body, knowing you won't be able to move him unless he allows it

he isn't mad - no, quite the opposite! it's taking every ounce of his self-restraint not to rip that damn thing in half and have his way with you right there on the foyer floor

"John, move. I don't want to be late!" - "Shame... You should've thought about that before you put on something you know damn well I can't resist."

he thinks it's cute when you argue with him, but you both know this ends up with your front pressed up against the door, panties pulled to the side, and his cock buried to the hilt inside you

after he cums, he pulls your panties back into place and gives you a harsh swat on the ass, not caring that your make up is a little smudged or that your legs are jello while he's giving you that smug look he wears so well

"Enjoy your night out, Mrs. Price. Hurry home."

♡ Gaz:

he's on you before you even walk out of the bathroom after you finish your hair

wraps his arms around your waist, puts his chin on your shoulder, tells you how pretty you look

"This dress new? Haven't seen it on the floor before."

ohhhhh, he is so down bad for you, even after as long as you've been together

makes it a point to grab a quick selfie bc he knows it's a solid confidence booster, and he wants you to feel as beautiful as you look

it doesn't really cross his mind that anyone would try anything on you - you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and he knows who you'll come home to; he knows who's bed you'll be in tonight, who's name you'll be calling in the dark

he even helps you pick the right shoes, even though you know he picks his favorite pair in hopes of seeing you in just those when you get home

ever the gentleman, he walks you out to your car, reminds you to drive safe, call him if you have too much to drink, etc.

he does, however, make it a point to send you some downright raunchy texts and a photo of his more... physical reaction, just in case you needed some motivation to come home a little early

when you get home (early), he's still riled up; he's too impatient to wait for you to make it upstairs, much less to unzip your dress for you, so you end up riding him on the landing until he's too tongue-tied to keep telling you how hot you look

♡ Soap:

you're not making it out of the house. Period.

the SECOND Johnny lays eyes on you, it's over

he's grabby as hell, digging his fingers into any part of you that he can - squeezing your ass, your hips, your thighs, tits, tummy, anything - while he navigates you to the nearest surface

"Yer so fuckin' pretty, baby. Never seen something so fuckin' perfect in my god damn life."

it doesn't matter if you end up on the couch, the kitchen counter, in the back yard; he's eating your pussy like a death row prisoner's last meal until you're crying, trying to wrench his head away with the hair tangled in your fist

he has your dress bunched up around your waist, straps pulled down so he can play with your nipples, but uses the whole garment as leverage while he fucks you stupid

you should've known better than to put a t-bone in front of a starving dog and expect it not to bite

"Go ahead, bonnie; text your little friends, tell them you're not gonna make it, yeah?"

♡ Ghost:

"'course, love. Have fun, be careful, call me if you need a ride."

Simon isn't too worried initially; he knows there isn't going to be a single soul in that bar willing or able to face his wrath should anything untoward happen. but then he actually sees what you're wearing, and all bets are off

that's why he follows you, he tells himself, it has nothing to do with the insatiable urge to destroy your ability to walk tomorrow

nothing trumps your safety, in terms of his priorities. he's simply here to look out for his wife, right?

wrong. he spends the next hour and a half watching you from a darkened corner of the bar while his palms itch with a need to touch

opportunity knocks when you excuse yourself from the table, and he follows you into the restroom, slipping in before you have a chance to lock the door

you're not surprised to see him (duh, you know him better than just about anyone), but you are surprised to find yourself bent over the sink, looking Simon in the eye through his reflection. he's fucking you mercilessly, spewing absolute filth while he pulls your head back by your hair

"My perfect little whore, hmm? Waltzing around in that tiny dress, wearing my fuckin' ring, rubbin' it in everyone's faces that you only open those pretty legs for me."

he wants to cum on your face, but you pout about the possibility of it getting in your eye, or worse, on your dress, so he settles for letting you swallow it instead

his impulses return not much longer after you return to your table; instead, he texts you that he's ready to head out, and you are all too quick to oblige

[thisismeracing]

💐 with lando

Flowers on your hair | LN4

⸺ the one where he's never romantically got flowers, but Yn is about to change that. ✓ none, just tooth-rotting fluff.

⁕ lovers, players, and racers blurb night (closed) ⁕ my masterlist and my taglist

"Hey, you," Yn smiled when Lando opened the door to his house. She had a few bags on her hands, along with a huge bouquet of flowers.

It took him a few seconds to take his eyes off of her and step aside so she could get in, but who could blame Lando? Yn looked fantastic in a blue flowy dress, and besides, it was their first time celebrating Valentine's together. He wanted to keep that image of her engraved on his mind.

"Hi, angel."

"This is for you," she pressed the bouquet to his chest, leaving a quick kiss on his lips.

"For me?" He arched his brows in confusion.

"Yes, for you. You've never got flowers before?" She chuckled, taking off her shoes and walking to the living room.

"Actually, no," and it was true. He had never gotten flowers romantically before. He had given them sure, but never received them. He got them from fans and a few sponsors in an event or two, but those bouquets were more like a side thing that came with either a partnership or a medal. Aside from that, most people believed that men give flowers, not receive them. This belief should be changed, sure, and Yn was onto it, apparently. "Why'd you get me flowers?"

"I got you a potted plant and that game you wanted too," Yn explained, after dropping the bags on the floor of his living room. "Didn't you like them?" she bit her lip and Lando rushed to her side, shaking his head.

"No, no, babe, I loved them. It's just... I've never got flowers like this before, I don't know how to react, it's cute."

"I'm glad to be your first then," the smile that she flashed him made his legs shake slightly. At times Lando felt that Yn was able to make him all jello, from his body to his heart. She had the key to it.

"I'm gonna put these into a vase," the McLaren driver announced, leaning down to capture Yn's lips into a proper kiss. "And then we're gonna finish the cake I started since you got here earlier than I thought."

"We're decorating a cake?" Yn asked and Lando couldn't contain his smile with how excited she sounded.

"Yup, and then we're opening the gifts."

"The cake and your company are enough," she grinned, lacing her arms together around his neck.

"I know, but I got you a few things, flowers included."

"You got me flowers too?" she squealed.

Lando nodded, "It seems we're more alike than we believed."

"And I love that for us."

"I love you," he whispered. "Happy Valentine's."

[leossmoonn]

Hope you’re having a good day! Can I request a blurb of Abby seeing your place for the first time?

yes!!! I hope you’re having a good day as well :D

————

“are we almost done yet?” abby groans as she climbs up what she hopes to be the last flight of stairs.

“one more, honey,” you say. you grab her hand and try to help her as her little legs feel like jello. you turn to mike who is trailing behind you two. “i’m sorry. i didn’t know the elevator would be broken.”

he shakes his head, smiling a little while panting. you can see some beads of sweet form on his upper lip. “i love cardio. in fact, this is right on par with what i do at the gym.”

you giggle as you know he does not have a gym membership and he’s stopped running outside since it’s become so cold. even if he did keep up with exercise, stairs are a different type of workout.

“we are here!” you exclaim at the top of the step. abby jumps up for joy, suddenly re-energized with the excitement of seeing your apartment. you open the door leading to the hallway and the pair follow you halfway down the hall. you type in your apartment’s pin number and open the door, going in and setting your purse down and slipping your shoes off.

abby runs in, skipping through the room.

“abby! behave. we are guests,” mike says. “oh, it’s okay. there’s not anything she can harm,” you say.

there’s a little meow that comes from your bedroom. your head turns and you spot your cat. “except for cornelius, maybe.” you walk over and pick him up, walking him over to abby first. she gasps, her big brown eyes seeming to fill up her whole face. she tentatively puts out her hand, letting your car sniff her. cornelius ducks his head under her hand, rubbing his cheek along her palm.

“he’s so soft!” abby gushes. “he seems to like you,” you grin.

she turns to mike with the biggest pout you think you’ve ever seen from abby. “can we get a cat?”

mike chuckles softly and shakes his head. “i don’t think we can afford one, abs. i’m sorry.”

she frowns and turns to you, scratching cornelius behind the ears. “can i live with you?”

“maybe someday soon, hm?” you take a peek at mike who’s obviously daydreaming about a building a home with you.

“yeah, maybe someday,” he smiles softly. he starts looking around your apartment, taking in everything.

it’s a cute little place that you have. the first thing you see when you come in are two walls, one with a few doors along the side. the first door leads to your bedroom and the second leads to the bathroom. the third one is a small room that contains the washer, dryer, and litter box.

further into the hallway is the living room and kitchen which are connected. the cabinets in your kitchen are all white with marble granite covering the countertops. the kitchen table you have is a little bar with three chairs all lined up seemingly perfectly. you have a few plants on top of each cabinet with a little cactus on the bar counter near the wall it’s connected to. you have family pictures all over your fridge, as well as some with mike and abby.

your living is by far your biggest room. you have a gray couch with a wood coffee table and another wooden table by the far corner of the couch. there’s a plant right in the middle of the coffee table as well with a picture of you and mike. the tv is sitting on top of a dresser that’s filled with all of cornelius’ food and toys and other necessities. there’s a window by the tv and couch, letting a great amount of light in. the wall behind your couch is a navy blue along with your rug.

by the window is a cat tree and a basket of cat toys. there are a few shelves on the wall that are ascending. on them are pictures of your cat, family, and little souvenirs you’ve managed to pick up while traveling.

mike’s been here before, but he’s always amazed at how homely it feels. it doesn’t have that stuffy feeling to it like his house does. it’s not depressing and disappointing to walk into. it’s lively even with just the three of you here standing in silence. it feels exactly like how you make him feel: calm and happy.

“i like your plants,” abby says, inspecting the calathea on your coffee table. “we should get some, mike.”

“it’s a small investment,” you say. “they will probably die in my care,” mike snorts.

“i’ll help,” you offer. he shrugs, “we’ll see.”

“are you guys hungry?” you ask, walking into your kitchen. “not really,” abby answers.

“mike?” you turn to him. “a little, but i can wait until i get home,” mike says.

“nonsense. you guys plan to stay here for a little, right? unless you want to walk down seven flights again.”

“no, please!” abby groans. “that’s what i thought,” you chuckle. “you good with eating some chinese takeout? i have leftovers that will go bad soon.”

“anything you have is fine. thank you,” mike says. “awesome,” you hold your fist up like you won a game. “oh, abs! i wasn’t sure if you wanted to watch anything while you were here, but i bought you some coloring utensils and coloring books as well.” you start to warm up the food in the microwave and go to your bedroom, coming out with a couple of boxes full of coloring supplies and a few books.

“oh, you didn’t have to,” mike sighs. “i wanted to,” you say. he watches with a smile as you sit on the ground with abby and look through the books with her. his heart warms as he knows you love abby like she’s your own blood and flesh.

you and mike are sitting on the couch while abby is laying on her stomach in front of the tv, paying most of her attention to her new coloring book. you managed to convince her to eat an egg roll, which she surprisingly liked, and some fortune cookies.

mike takes your plates once your done eating and begins to wash them. you follow him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his shoulder.

“you didn’t have to,” you say. “you fed us and let us hang out at your place. plus, you got abby some new stuff. It’s the least i could do,” mike says.

you peck his cheek. “you guys are always welcome here. even if I don’t formally invite you, you guys can just show up if you know i’m home.”

“don’t let abby know that. before you know it, she’ll be packing a suitcase and sleeping here.”

“well, there is an apartment upstairs with two bedrooms.”

mike gently sets down the plate in the drying rack. “you don’t have to move just because my little sister wants to live with you.”

“what if i want you guys to live with me?”

his heart skips and his body stiffens under your. “really?” he mumbles. you hum and nod. “whenever you’re ready, just say the word. i love you, mike. and abby. you two are my family away from home.”

mike smiles and turns to place a kiss on your lips. he cups your face, leaning into the warmth of your body. you both hear a thud continued by a small meow. mike feels something furry against his neck and shuffles away, a little startled, only to find out it’s cornelius.

“if we move in, you might have to get rid of him,” mike says.

you gasp with a smile and slap mike’s chest. “that would be like getting rid of abby.”

“yeah, but abby is a human and can talk and feed herself. and use the bathroom without me having to clean it up.”

cornelius meows once again, batting mike’s shoulder. he then lays down on the counter, showing his belly and pushing his head into mike’s arm. you can’t help but awe.

“i think he likes you.”

mike brings a hand up and scratches the side of his face. cornelius starts to purr loudly, rubbing his head further into mike’s hand.

“he’s not so bad,” mike says. “see? you’ll get along perfectly fine,” you smile.

you and mike go back to watching tv for another hour or so before mike tells abby it’s time to go home. abby whines and begs to stay, but you assure her that you’ll see her bright and early tomorrow.

“i love you.” mike hugs you, holding you close and tight like it’s the last time he’ll ever see you. you close your eyes as you relax into him, feeling yourself melt against his body. “i love you, too, baby. drive home safe, okay? text me when you get home.”

mike nods, grabbing abby’s hand after you kiss her head goodbye.

“are you sure we can’t get a cat?” abby asks. “i’m sure,” mike says.

“what about a dog?”

“no.”

“a bunny?”

“no.”

“hamster?”

“abby, no.”

“what about a chicken?”

“where would we even get one of those?”

“i want a fox! josie has one in her backyard that visits sometimes.”

mike looks down at abby with a you’re crazy face. she giggles and starts to him to herself. mike sighs, knowing he’s going to have to deal with abby��s questions about pets for the rest of the week. but honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[baurbiediv]

hate to be lame

PAIRING ➔ jj maybank x pogue!reader (readers always a pogue unless stated otherwise)

WARNING(S) ➔ cursing, screaming match between jj & reader, jj throws a glass frame, SPOILERS FOR OBX S3, EP5! (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!)

SYNOPSIS ➔ when another one of jj’s risky plans seem to go awry, this time was too close of a call and you don’t know how much more your heart can possibly take of worrying about him and his safety.

BASED OFF THE SONG ➔ hate to be lame

A/N ➔ i love this format bye

-

“i wish i could say i did that on purpose, but that was the gnarliest power slide i’ve ever done.” jj breathed as he stood on the other side of the road, dusting off his hat.

without any hesitation, pope turned around to his blonde haired best friend, “you’re alive!” pope exclaimed before merely tackling his friend into a hug, letting go sarah pushed jj slightly before hugging him as well, “we really thought you did it this time jayj.”

kiara was a nervous wreck but not nearly as bad as you. there was a constant ringing in your ear that prevented you from hearing anything that was going on behind you.

your legs feeling like absolute jello while standing right at the foot of jj’s mangled motorbike. hot tears poured out of your glossy eyes, your chest feeling like all the air had been sucked out of your lungs.

the worst kind of cry you’ve ever felt. no words, nothing. this could’ve been him and if it was, there was no telling how that would’ve gone.

“y/n?” a hand reached out to your shoulder, which pulled you back intro reality. quickly you turned around to see the blond haired boy sporting his backwards cap. before you could even get words out, your body reacted for you and swatted jj’s hand off your shoulder and walked away from him and back into topper’s car, making sure to find a seat away from him.

jj felt his heart drop into his stomach seeing the exact look on your face broke him. the one person he was worried about the most didn’t even say a word to him or give him a ‘thank god you’re okay’.

the interaction didn’t go unnoticed by pope, cleo, and sarah. the entire ride home was an extremely silent one for you, the only sound coming from you was you playing with small star pendant being dragged across the silver chain jj gave you when you first got together.

topper had agreed to drop you all back off the chateau, the minute the car stopped you hopped out and made your way into the house. “j, you gotta talk her. she’s in distress man.” pope softly spoke to jj as he just simply nodded. jj made his way to the house to find you sitting down in the guest bedroom (which was actually was his.)

“y/n.. i’m so sorry.” jj said as he tried to come towards you, before you pushed yourself away from him. “you could have died tonight j.” you told him as your shaky hands came up to wipe your tear stained face.

jj’s heart was breaking at the sight of you being in the state that you were in. of course be made stupid decisions, but not like this one.

“i know, the headlights were coming up too quick and the cops were right behind me-“, shaking your head you pointed at him, “how could you be this stupid?! you’re not even thinking about your family! we’re all you have left!” you exclaimed, everything was spewing out so quickly, you couldn’t wrap your head around it.

now jj was looking at you in confusion, “i do care about my fucking family! EVERYTHING i do is for all of you!” he said, and at this point your face softened at his words, “wait j, i’m sor-,” you tried to say, but by now he didn’t want to hear anything.

“i would never put my life on the line for someone i didn’t fucking love. that’s bullshit y/n and you know it is.” he screamed at you. this reaction wasn’t something that you expected from him, but hell which reaction one was expected?

everything he said was true, he meant every word he said, he’d never risk his life for someone who did nothing for him.

“will you please stop being so naive for one minute!” you screamed back at him. he scoffed and looked around the room as if you were talking to him, “i couldn’t tell if you were talking to me but i made that decision to save ALL of your asses. yeah it was a dumb decision but we all walked off fine!” he said throwing his hands up in the air.

you shook your head. “i’m done. we’re done.” was the only thing that jj managed to speak out before he turned his back to you as he slammed a glass picture frame into the wall.

you looked at him as if he’d actually gone insane, “y/n. you need to go.” he muttered silently. you looked at him, “what do you mean we’re done?! you can’t just say that!” you said.

now walking up to him, now you were the one putting your hand on his shoulder. he quickly moved away from your touch. “i said go.” he said this time again, this time silence filling up the room.

swallowing all your pride, you nodded and left the room, and you quietly left the chateau. not muttering anything to anyone.

[nycbaby21]

A Kiss on the Cheek

prompt: meeting the Hughes family doesn't go as good as either of you hope (angsty)

word count: 4,331

*It hurt me to make them all mean and to write this*

“Would you stop fidgeting? It’s going to be fine baby. They are gonna like you, trust me,” Quinn’s voice interrupts my anxious thoughts about meeting his family. I look down and notice I am picking at my fingers, so I put my hands face down on my lap. I glance over at Quinn who is concentrating on driving, I honestly wonder how I got so lucky to be with him. We met at the sports bar I worked at in Vancouver. The team walked in to celebrate a win, and Quinn walked out with my phone number. I didn’t even know who he was, or what he did for a living until our third date.

“Sorry,” I mumble quietly. My nerves are through the roof right now. The Hughes family, especially the brothers, are one of the closest families I have ever seen. I know that Quinn values their opinion more than anything else. He once called Jack and Luke to weigh in on the new couch he was buying. “Hey would you look at me please,” he says stopping at the stop sign. I look over and he smiles at me.

“You know after you stop you can go right,” I laugh trying to get out of this conversation. “Really? I had no clue. Good thing I have you to keep me informed,” he joked rolling his eyes at me. He reaches across the console, grabs one of my hands, and brings it to his lips. “Y/n, I wish you could see yourself the way I do. You are literally the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he says sweetly looking over with loving eyes. “Even more than hockey,” I ask raising an eyebrow, joking with him now. “Okay second best,” he says and I slap his chest playfully.

“Thank you, Quinny,” I say leaning over and kissing his cheek. “You don’t have to thank me, baby. But if you wanted to, I think I need a little more than a kiss on the cheek,” he says leaning towards me a connecting our lips. I smile into the kiss and can’t help but fall more in love with Quinn Hughes. We hadn’t said that out loud yet, but I knew how I felt about him. A horn honking snaps us apart. He laughs and drives forward while I sink into my seat embarrassed.

We pull up to his parent’s house he turns off the car. He had already unbuckled and opened his door before I even made the first move. He walks around the car, leans over gently unbuckles my seatbelt, and opens my door. He puts his hand out for me to grab as he pulls me out of the car. I smile up at him and he leans down giving me one more reassuring kiss. We break apart and I notice people watching us from the window.

“Hey, if you are uncomfortable at any time you’ll tell me, right? Because they can be a lot and I think some of Jack’s friends are here. If they say anything I’ll kick their ass okay,” he adds the last part trying to make me smile. I give him a closed-lip smile and lace our fingers together as we walk up to the door. Before he can even open the door, it is flung open, and a brunette boy a little taller than Quinn, who I know is Jack, launches himself on my boyfriend. I smile at just how close they actually are.

“Okay, Jack enough. Let him come in okay,” I hear a female voice come from further in the house. Quinn ushers me inside first and follows closing the door. We shed our jackets and I finally turn a see a room full of people staring at me. I give them a shy smile and feel my legs turning into jello. “Everyone this is Y/n. Y/n this is my mom and dad, Ellen and Jim. And over there is Luke, Trevor, Alex, and Cole. And of course Jack,” Quinn says pointing everyone out to me. I give a quick nod already knowing their names from studying them on the way here.

“It’s so nice to meet all of you. Quinn has told me all about you. And thank you for inviting me into your house,” I say turning to face his parents. His dad gives me a small smile and reaches forward to shake my hand. His mom stared at me for a second and then ran to the kitchen after hearing a beep. I shrugged it off, thinking I was just being sensitive and overthinking everything. After everyone greeted Quinn, he moved over to the couch and I quickly followed suit. 

The guys were playing some video game on the tv and Quinn was quickly sucked into it. I tried to keep up but I had no idea what they were talking about. I just sat back and nodded or looked up at the screen trying to follow. “You wanna try,” Jack asks pushing the controller towards me. I open my mouth to say no thank you but before I can Luke interrupts,” She can try later okay? I really wanna beat this before Quinn has to go. No offense or anything to you.” I brush it off and nod saying it was fine. Jack looked over and gave me a sorry look. The guys were so into the game, that no one noticed I had gotten up and followed the sound of voices to the kitchen. I was going to offer to help with dinner, but I stopped in my tracks after actually hearing what they were saying.

“El, come on you can’t already hate the girl. They just got here,” Jim whispers to his wife. Ellen didn’t even try to lower her voice. “Jim I don’t hate her. I’m just saying I want the very best for Quinn and I just don’t think that’s her,” she says walking around the kitchen. “Sweetheart. We don’t even know her yet. I mean I loved Ex/n just as much as you did, but that doesn’t mean we can cast this girl off,” he says following his wife from the kitchen to the dining room.

“How do you know she isn’t just using him for money, Jim? I mean we know nothing about this girl. Nothing. Quinn used to talk all the time about Ex/n. He has only ever mentioned this girl once. And that was to tell me she was coming for the weekend with him.” My eyes filled to the brim with tears and I had heard enough. I understood how they were still close with his ex. His mom still followed her and commented on her things. They were together a long time so I completely got that. But hearing that he didn’t talk about me like I did him to my mom hurt. Also, I felt like I wasn’t even getting a fair chance.

As I turned around to go back to Quinn I bumped into Jack. My eyes go wide and I glance at the kitchen. He gave me a look filled with pity and I knew that he had heard the whole thing. He went to open his mouth to say something when I cut him off,” Jack hey, didn’t see you there. I was just heading back.” We both knew I was lying but he chose not to say anything and followed me back into the living room. “Hey, baby. Where did you go? I didn’t even notice you were gone,” Quinn says looking over to me.

“Sorry, I just had to call Mom and let her know we made it. You know how she gets,” I laugh and out of the corner of my eye, I see Jack look our way. I cut him a look pleading him not to say anything. He sighs but nods and turns his attention back to the game. When I turn I see Trevor and Luke staring between me and Jack. I tried to ignore it and curled into Quinn’s side. I started picking at my fingers again, this time Quinn didn’t notice.

As we all sit down for dinner my stomach drops to the floor. In the big bowl in the center of the table was a shrimp alfredo dish. I have a small seafood allergy and couldn’t eat what she had cooked. I already felt awful from the words I heard from the kitchen earlier, so now how would they feel when I didn’t eat? Quinn hands me a plate and smiles down at me before fixing his own. I sign and tell him thank you. I pushed the food around and ate some of the noodles here and there when someone would look my way. My throat would be scratchy later but nothing too serious would happen from just a couple bites.

“So how did the two of you meet,” Jim asks breaking the awkward silence at the table. All eyes are on Quinn and I,” we meet at the bar she works at.” I know I shouldn’t feel ashamed about what I do for work, I really enjoyed it. But something about sitting at a table full of professional hockey players, future professional hockey players, and their parents made me feel so self-conscious. “You work at a bar,” Cole asked looking my way. I knew he didn’t mean it the way I took it but it made my face flush. “Yeah, I wait tables at this sports bar in downtown Vancouver,” I finally say after drinking almost my whole glass of water.

“The guys and I went out one night after a game to this new bar near the arena. Y/n was our server for the night,” Quinn said proudly putting his hand on the top of the table. “I’m working on my degree so I work at the bar at night to help pay for school,” I say hoping that would give me some brownie points. I guess that was enough because the conversation was quickly changed and never revisited. “Oh Quinny did you see that Ex/n got that role in the movie,” Ellen asked excitedly. I tensed up and tried to distract myself. I felt a small nudge under the table and looked across to see Jack. He sends me a smile and I return it. At least one of them liked me, or he just pitied me.

“Oh yeah, I did. She called me after she found out. Said the only reason she got it was because of all the practicing I helped her do for it,��� my boyfriend explained to his mom. She let out the biggest smile and it made my already broken heart completely shatter. Quinn hadn’t told me that they had talked. “Oh, I would love to talk to her,” his mom gushed. I sat in my chair rethinking and overanalyzing every little detail of our relationship. I knew I was going to cry and didn’t need anyone to see. “Hey, I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick,” I whisper to Quinn, who just nods and keeps talking to Luke about something.

I head down the hall looking for a bathroom when a voice from behind me scared me. “You can use the one in my room if you want,” Jack said and I let out a deep breath knowing it was him. I smiled and followed him to his room. By the time I made it to the door, the floodgates opened. I quickly shut the door and locked it. I sat on the floor and cried trying to keep myself quiet. I heard some ruffling outside the door and noticed a shadow on the other side. “I know this is a dumb question, but are you okay,” Jack asks through the door. “Yeah I’m fine,” I sniffle trying to pull myself together. “I can go grab Quinn if you want,” he started but I interrupted him. “Please don’t,” I said louder than I realized.

“Okay okay, I won’t. Is there anything I can do,” he was being really nice to me and I wondered why the rest of them didn’t. “No. I promise I’m fine. I’m just super emotional. It’ll pass,” I croak out my throat already getting irritated from the small amount of food I ate. “There is a cup next to the sink I use to rinse my mouth, I know it’s weird because you don’t know me. But you should fill it up and drink something your voice sounds shaky,” he says with a slight worry in his voice. I leaned over and unlocked the door. I see the middle Hughes brother leaning against the wall. 

“It’s not from the crying. Well that probably isn’t helping, but I actually have a small seafood allergy,” I say hating the look he gives me. “Why the hell did you eat then,” he raises his voice and I quickly shushed him. “Keep your voice down, please. You heard them in the kitchen earlier, I didn’t wanna give them another reason to hate me. So I ate it. I’m not gonna die or anything. My throat is just scratchy and my eyes are puffy,” I say leaning back against the bathroom cabinet.

Jack crawls into the bathroom and sits opposite me leaning against the bathtub. “I’m really sorry about my parents,” he says after some time. “It’s okay,” I reply automatically. “No, it’s not. I know how bad it sucks trying to prove to someone you are worth it. I went through that and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. So no it is not okay,” he was very different than I imagined him. From Quinn’s stories, he was this goofy energetic guy who couldn’t sit still, but he was being so calm and serious right now. “Yeah I guess you’re right,” I whisper. “Are you gonna tell Quinn,” I ask looking up at him. He looks back at me conflicted. “I won’t tell him tonight. But if you haven’t by tomorrow I will.” The deadline he had given me made me sick to my stomach.

I stand up and splash cold water on my face. I try and make myself look somewhat presentable and turn around to see Jack leaning against the doorframe. “Thank you, Jack. It really made me feel better,” I say and he pulls me into a hug. I hear footsteps walking away from us and jump away from him. “Oh no,” I say rushing out of the door towards the hall. I make it to the kitchen just in time to see Luke telling Quinn what he just saw.

In his defense, it probably did look bad, but maybe if he had actually stopped for two seconds he would have known. “What the hell,” Quinn stands up from the couch and looks my way. By that time Jack had walked in and looked around the room. “Quinn? Are you still there,” I hear a voice coming from his phone and this time I don’t try and hide the tears. I knew who it was, I made myself watch all of her movies one night. “Hold on sweetie he’ll call you back,” Ellen says and hangs up the phone. 

“You wanna say something or just stand there,” I have never heard him this mad. “Her say something? Quinn why don’t you say something,” Jack says walking forward and standing even with me. Quinn’s eyes shoot between the two of us and his nostrils flare. He was angry, and he had every right to be. But if he had every right, so did I. ”I’m sorry what the hell does that mean? Because from this side of the couch, it looks a lot like my girlfriend is all over my brother,” his words are laced with venom. Jim stands up and puts himself between the boys. “Quinn nothing is going on! Jack was just comforting me,” I say with a rough voice.

“Sure sounds like something happened,” he says face red with anger. I step back a step away from him, which only upset him more. “We have seen you all night looking at Jack. And every time he goes somewhere you go to,” Luke says defending one brother while glaring at the other one. “Unless you can give me the truth about what happened, I think maybe you should go,” his words pierce my heart like an arrow. “What,” I ask tears falling down my face at this point. 

“The truth Y/n. And if you lie to me we are through,” he says stone-faced. I shake my head not even believing what is happening right now. I hoped all of this was some nightmare I was about to wake up from. “You honestly think I would come into your parent’s house and try and get with your little brother,” I ask not caring how rude I sounded. “Unless you give me a reason to think otherwise yes.” I shake my head and grab my jacket from the rack. “Where the hell do you think you’re going,” he asks following me. “You said leave so I am.” I opened the door and walked out not bothering to shut it. 

The cold night air sent chills down my spine, but I think I would rather freeze than be inside that house any longer. The part that put the final nail in the coffin was that he let me walk out and he didn’t try to stop me. It was dark and I had no idea where I was. I reached in my pocket for my phone and I realized it was left on the table. “Fuck,” I let out all my emotions. I remembered a small diner not too far away so I started walking. I didn’t stop until I got there and noticed an older man locking the doors. “Excuse me are you closing,” I ask tears streaming down my face. He looks up at me and his eyes widen. I must look terrible and scare him.

“Eugene, honey grab my sweater from the truck please,” I hear a feminine voice come behind me. A nice older lady put her hand on the small of my back and ushered me into the building. “If you are closed I can leave,” I try and walk out but her grip is strong for an old lady. “Sweetheart there is no way I am leaving you outside in all of this,” she says sternly and leads me to a stool at the bartop. She quickly walks towards the back and I hear her clattering around. I feel something on my shoulders and see Eugene wrapping her sweater around me. I send him a sweet smile and his wife is back with three cups of hot chocolate.

“Alright sweetie get to talking,” she says patting my arm. I look between the two of them and sigh. I tell them the whole story, from meeting Quinn in Vancouver to tonight. They never once interrupted or made me feel like a burden for dumping my problems on them. “Here let me get these dishes and we can take you to a motel for the night and figure out the rest tomorrow,” Eugene says gathering up the cups and walking to the kitchen. Martha, his wife, put her hand on top of mine and smiled at me. “I’m sorry all this happened to you. Michigan really is a wonderful place. I hate your visit wasn’t,” she said. As they close up shop for the second time tonight, I wait for them outside their truck. Everything in me said don’t get in with them, but what else could I do? My thoughts are shut down when I hear someone yelling my name.

“Y/n, oh my gosh. I’m so glad I found you. You scared the shit out of me. Please don’t ever do that again,” Quinn rushes towards me wrapping me in his arms. I let him for a second and then I push him off. He looks at me and I can tell he has been crying. I hear a door shut and see Jack get out of the car and walk over. “Who are you two,” Eugen says walking over and putting himself in front of me. Martha pulled me into a hug, noticing I was crying again. “I’m her boyfriend Quinn. Who are you,” his voice is mixed with confusion and anger. Who the hell was this guy trying to “protect” you from him?

“Last time I checked I didn’t have one of those,” I say staring him dead in the eyes. His whole face dropped. Jack stayed a little ways back and watched everything go down. “Baby, please don’t say that. You don’t mean it,” Quinn says stepping closer. Eugene slides over blocking me once again. I step out of Martha’s embrace and put my arm on Eugene’s shoulder. He looked down at me and I nodded my head at him. The two older people step back and lean against their truck watching the whole thing. I walked towards the man I loved and frowned. 

He took my actions as forgiveness and opened his arms. “No Quinn, I do mean it. You can’t actually believe after everything that just happened, I was just gonna jump in your arms and we ride off in the sunset?” He closed his arms and his body shook from the sob that left his mouth. “I will never ever be able to apologize enough for tonight. And I don’t think you should forgive me,” he says through tears. Seeing him like this hurt me, but he hurt me more. “Jack told me everything,” that was all he had to say. I looked behind him at the younger boy and he nodded.

“So you believe him? But not me,” I whisper barely being able to talk. “Y/n/n, please.” I shake my head. “Please what Quinn? I don’t know what you want from me,” I scream back frustrated. Jack walks forward and stands between us. I felt like shit putting him in the middle of us. “Please don’t leave me. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I know I hurt you more tonight than I have ever hurt anyone else. I know that if you tell me to right now I will walk away,” he started,” but you know what else I know? I know that I have never been happier than I have in the past months with you. I know that I screwed up my chance at happiness tonight. And I also know that I may just lose the girl I love because of my own stupidity.”

After his speech, he just dropped to the ground and cried. I look away from him and to Eugene and Martha. Then I look over at Jack, who is already staring at me. “You love me,” I ask squatting down in front of him. He picks his head up and looks me in the eye. “Of course I do, I just have the shittest way of showing it I guess,” he says and a small laugh leaves my lips. His face perks up at that. “I love you too,” I say wiping the tears away from his eyes. He grabs my wrist and holds them in place. He seemed scared that I would disappear if he let go. He closed his eyes and finally took a normal breath.

“I don’t deserve it,” he says opening his eyes and looking over at me. “You know the funny thing, Hughes, you don’t get to decide that,” I say dropping down to my knees and moving my arms around his neck. He doesn’t wait another second and his are around my waist. He holds me tighter than he ever has before. “I am gonna spend every day for the rest of my life making up for the way I treated you tonight,” he says into my hair. “I know you will. You are a good man, Quinn, I think we just both got a little insecure tonight,” I say back. He nods and holds me while we sit on the ground outside the diner in the freezing air.

When we got back to the house I figured everyone was asleep. I followed Jack inside and saw everyone sitting on the couches with worried looks. Their heads snap up when they hear us walk in. “Oh thank the lord,” Ellen says rushing over. She stopped right before she got to me and looked at me. I nodded my head and she wrapped me up in her arms. “I am so sorry for the way I treated you tonight. I judged you before I even knew you and almost ruined everything,” she cried and I shook my head. “It’s gonna be all right. We can start over,” I say and she pulls back. “I would really like that,” she says wiping some tears from her face. Slowly everyone started going to bed and it was just Quinn and me.

“I waited until I was with you to do this,” he says as I get in bed next to him. I look over and he pulls out his phone and blocks his ex on everything, and then her number. “Quinn you didn’t,” he cut me off. “Yes, I did. I am a happily taken man who doesn’t need any contact with my ex,” he says looking down at me. I smile and give him a small kiss on the cheek. “I never thought I would be so happy for a kiss on the cheek in my life,” he said making me laugh. “Baby steps, Quinn,” I say laying my head on his chest. I knew we would have to have a longer talk, and that everything wasn’t going to be fixed immediately. Things were gonna take time, but I knew Quinn was worth it.

[voidconversations]

MECHANICAL HEART

navi. | masterlist.

note: this is purely self indulgent, i love vendetta leon and i want to have domestic normalcy with him !! >:(

warnings: none :)

pairing: vendetta leon x gn!reader

word count: 1.1k

summary: you and leon take a ride on his bike.

You’ve been glued to the same spot for the last 20 minutes watching Leon as he tends to his bike. It’s his fault really, for wearing nothing but a light gray t-shirt that’s tight against his biceps, fabric straining from how thick his muscles are. When he turns around you get a good view of the large, solid expanse of his toned back — another part of his body that his shirt is struggling against.

He sweats a little as he works too, which just adds to your pleasure. You stay leaned against the garage wall, arms folded and mouth practically salivating at the sight of your boyfriend, telling yourself that you’ll wash the dishes later. This is much more fun anyway.

You’ve been staying at his place for the past week. He got a week's worth of vacation time and his house is closer to your work anyway, so you’ve been indulging in the time you get to have with him.

He plays music in the background — oblivious to your presence — and hums along to it. He takes a rag from the table next to him and starts cleaning off some oil that got on the silver parts of his bike. You study his hands, the veins lining them and the thickness of his fingers. His hands are stained black from the process of fixing his bike and you inwardly groan at the image.

He tosses the rag to the side, nodding to himself as he deems the bike to be done. You walk over to him, deciding to make your presence known. You slide your hands over his shoulders before wrapping both your arms around his neck, leaning forward and pressing soft kisses to his sweat-slick neck. He hums in contentment and holds your forearms in his hands.

He turns around in your hold and places his hands on your waist. “How long you been in here?” He asks.

“Not long. Maybe… twenty minutes?” You give a small cheeky smile.

He chuckles. “Been watching me, huh?”

“Can’t help it.” You shrug, “You look really good fixing up your bike.”

“Yeah?” His head dips closer to yours.

“Yeah.” You whisper before connecting your lips with his in a soft kiss.

You both sway gently in each other's arms, just holding one another. You haven’t had many domestic moments with him lately — with him being pulled off to missions and you being whisked into the office — and it’s nice to just be here with him. He breaks away from the kiss first, resting his forehead against yours.

You both just stay like that for a little while, basking in one another’s warmth and love. Until he speaks up, “Want to take a ride with me?”

You smile and nod your head, pulling away to go get your jacket and helmet — which he insists on you wearing even though he doesn’t wear one. You meet him back in the garage with him now wearing a leather jacket over his gray shirt. He holds his hand out towards you.

“Shall we?”

You slap your hand into his and squeeze, “We shall.”

He gets onto the bike with you, waiting to start it until you wrap your arms around his torso. You roll your eyes slightly, amused but flattered at his small attempts of keeping you safe. After making sure you’re to his standards, he opens the garage door and revs his bike — one, two times before heading down your driveway.

He sticks to the speed limits of the neighborhood, but once he’s out he speeds up significantly. Your grip on him tightens and you place your cheek against his back, smiling brightly.

You snake past cars on the highway, wind drowning out anything else you might possibly hear as it whips around your head. The first time Leon took you out to ride with him you had been terrified. The security of a closed off car is different from the openness of a motorcycle. For a while afterwards, when you got off the bike, your legs felt like jello. They would tremble for at least an hour before settling back to normal.

He never once made fun of you for it. In fact, he always coaxed you out of your fears, treating you with such tenderness it almost made you cry. You never knew what it felt like to be truly cared for until you met Leon.

You watch in awe as you wind up a small mountain, taking in the scenery of green trees and blue waters on your way up. His bike comes to a slow stop once you reach the top. You unwind your arms from him, taking off your helmet and placing it on the bike seat as you walk over to see the view from below the mountain better.

“Leon, come look! The view is beautiful…” Your voice gets smaller at the end, distracted by the sight before you.

You hear gravel crunching beneath heavy footsteps until he finally stands right next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“So beautiful.”

The softness of his voice has you turning to face him — blushing once you realize his eyes had been on you the whole time.

“You’re such a big sap, Leon.” Your eyes dart away from his, but he turns your face back to him with the tip of his finger.

“Only because I love you so much.” He grins.

You slap his chest and rest your head on his shoulder. You feel him chuckle before he pulls you closer, resting his head on yours. Breathing in deeply, your body relaxes fully, happy to be in your lover's arms. He presses a kiss onto your head before following after you and relaxing.

“I wish we could be together like this more. I miss you when you’re gone.” You whisper somberly.

He sighs, holding you a little tighter. “I know, sweetheart. Me too.” His eyes squint in thought before he’s pulling you back from him to look him in the eyes.

“Move in with me.”

Your eyes widen, “What?”

“Move in with me. You practically live at my place already, it’s closer to your job, and we wouldn’t have to keep bringing stuff over to each other's houses when we want to stay over. Move in with me.” He states with confidence.

You pause — he’s not wrong. When he’s off work you stay with him until he has to leave again. You don’t even really have to think about it, your mind was already made up when he asked the first time.

“Okay, yeah, I’ll move in with you.”

A smile stretches across his face and he presses his lips onto yours. You kiss back fervently, intertwining your fingers through his dark brown locks. You both break apart, smiling too much to kiss properly anyway. You hold his face in your hands.

“Let’s go home.”

[jenniferjareauwife]

what about early in jj and r’s relationship the team goes out for drinks, and it’s the first time jj sees r in something other than work casual clothes. either a dress or something less formal idm, but im obsessed w the idea of jj just being floored by finally seeing r in something other than work clothes. ps love ya🫶🏻

So Fucking Good

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: smut

warnings: smut, fingering r receiving

word count: 750

summary: jj sees you outside of work in a dress for a first time and she thinks you look really good

a/n: love you too :) 🫶🏼 i added some smut bc i thought you would like it

I fluffed my hair up a bit before getting out of my car and heading into the bar. The whole team was meeting up to celebrate closing our last case, I wasn't planning on going until I heard that JJ was coming. We couldn't go together because we didn't want anyone knowing we had started a relationship and going out with the team was the only time we could see each other outside of work.

I stepped into the bar and smiled as soon as I saw Penelope. She looked like she was already a few shots in and she ordered more as soon as she saw me walk in. "Where's everyone else?" I asked her.

"They're over there, dancing. I'm sticking to drinking." She gave me two thumbs up before taking another shot. I scanned the dance floor until I saw JJ, she was smiling over at Spence, making my blood boil a bit. I tore my gaze away from her and back to Penelope.

I felt a small tap on my shoulder and I turned around. Once I saw JJ's face my eyes lit up. "JJ! Hey!" I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her into a hug, forgetting we were in front of Penelope but she was probably too drunk to remember it anyways.

"You look stunning." She whispered in my ear, making me moan a bit. She knew how to turn me on. "I've never seen you in a dress before."

"Well..." I pulled away from the hug. "Now you have."

"I can't wait to get out of here." Her fingertips trailed along my ass before Penelope looked back towards us. My whole body shivered as I found myself leaning against JJ.

"More tequila?" Penelope offered.

"Yes please." I took another shot, feeling JJ's eyes on me. "You have to stop looking at me like that, people are gonna find out."

"Well it's really hard to stop looking at you when you look so fucking good." She whispered so soft only I could hear. "You should wear stuff like this more often. At my house. So I can take it off." I choked on my next shot, Penelope looking at me with a concerned look.

"I'm fine." I whispered. "Just...bathroom." I put my hand on my chest before going to the bathroom. JJ followed close behind, her excuse being that she wanted to check to make sure I was ok.

We locked the door to the bathroom as she pushed me against the wall, kissing me harshly and grabbing my breasts. "You look so fucking good in this dress. I can't look away from you." She started kissing down my neck, making my mind a fuzzy mess.

"JJ..."

"What is it baby? Tell me what you want? I'll give it to you."

"Your fingers. Please."

"Yes ma'am." She left hot wet kisses down the other side of my neck while dipping her fingers into my panties. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into me, wanting to feel every inch of her on me.

She shoved two fingers into me without warning and I had to bite back a moan by biting on her shoulder. She fingered me roughly, determined to pull every sound out of me. "Please...please please." It was the only word I could bring myself to say.

"Please what honey? I can't understand you."

"I need to..." My legs were becoming jello underneath me as I got closer to my climax. "I'm so close...please." I moaned into her neck.

"Shh, I'll get you there baby." Her voice softened a bit. "Just stay quiet for me. You don't want anyone to hear, do you?" I shook my head, it was finally registering that we were in the bathroom of a bar.

"JJ- I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me sweet girl." She kissed my lips to stifle my moans as she fucked me through my orgasm. "So good...You did so good for me, so good." She licked off her fingers before pulling me into a hug. "Such a good girl for me." She rubbed my back while I caught my breath, wrapping her arm around my waist as we walked out. Penelope's eyes widened at my state.

"What happened?" She saw how sweaty and red I looked.

"Panic attack." I whispered, sitting down and wincing as my legs started to cramp.

"Oh." JJ gave her look to tell her not to press before she leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"We'll finish later."

[guerrillateezsworld]

georg listing with a housewife

warnings: none really. just normal sweet housewife stuff

request: Can we get headcanons of georg with a housewife pls?? 2023 georg 😩 thank youuu

a/n: enjoy! im not familiar with this stuff so i’m sorry if this is bad. i don’t think this is what the requester wants and i’m so sorry if it isn’t. and it’s gonna be pretty short too

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he had just came home from practice. and you were already waiting at the door for him, dinner made, and house cleaned. you just want him to always come home and be immediately hit with the smell of food and a clean house

and no you don’t wear a maids outfit🤨🙄 unless you’re comfortable with it and he doesn’t care

you know that he doesn’t like it when you do all this for him because it makes him feel like he’s a bad guy because you do all the work

but you make sure to let him now that you enjoy being his housewife. whether it’s just acts of kindness or words. you just don’t want him to feel bad

as he walks in the door, you’re already there, greeting him and immediately taking his coat and his bags. giving him a quick peck and you’re off to put his stuff up.

you’re always nearby if he needs help. but you also make sure to give him space. you just care about him too much to not be there for him. you’re always worried about that he’ll leave you, and he won’t

he’s such a lovely and sweet person to where you want to keep doing this for him, and so you do

after you put his stuff up, you take his hand and lead him to the dining room where his food is waiting for him. it’s not cold since you had only set it down a few minutes ago, and it was his favorite. homemade pizza and some gnocchi. (according to google)

“thank you baby. grab you some food and let’s eat together” he tells you in the sweetest voice ever. “but i still have more cleaning to do-“ you reply

he cuts you off with a kiss to your lips. “it’s okay, you can do that later. now let’s eat” he’s so assertive in the nicest way when he says that omg legs go jello

with a blush and a smile, you go to the kitchen and fix yourself a play of food. and with that, you guys eat together and talk about your day

after eating, you take his and yours plate and put it in the sink to wash later. you come back to the dining room and start cleaning the table

once you’re done with that, you begin asking him if there’s anything that you need to do for him

he looks at you and fake thinks before nodding. “okay so what is it? do i need to wash your clothes, wash more dishes-“ “no baby. i want you to cuddle with me. thats all i want right now”

OMFG literally gone. butterfly’s in the stomach.

and with that, you guys go upstairs to your bedroom and lay down and get comfy

once in a comfy position, you grab the remote and look for whatever georg wants to watch

cute, cute, cute!! cuddles and kisses, sweet nothings whispered into each others ears

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i hope this is what you wanted and i’m so sorry if it’s not. but i hope you enjoyed @saumspam

[raised-u-fr0m-perdition]

Light My Fire (Again) | beau arlen

Summary: “I thought I’d swore off love, Jenny.” I smiled, chuckling a bit as I looked down to my feet then back up the skies, taking in the twinkling lights. “God, I really thought I did, and I was doing such a good job at it too. But, well, I just… I couldn’t help it.” I wet my lips slightly, biting the bottom one. “It’s improper, but it’s true.”

SERIES MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

(divider credits go to @cafekitsune)

A/N - Inspired by Take Me Home by @zepskies

six - kind regards, your broken heart

PREVIOUSLY ON LMF:

I woke up groggily in Beau’s cabin for the third time this week, rubbing my forehead as I grunted softly, propping myself up on the pillows. Beau now no longer trusted the safety of my own house, which had now become a crime scene, therefore prompting him to insist that I stay at his trailer while Dean took care of Olivia. I had taken a beating that day, and my limbs felt like Jello.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” Beau stepped in with an affectionate smile, sitting down beside my legs, his hand on my knee while his thumb stroked it. “You doin’ better?”

“Physically, yes.” I nodded, sighing dejectedly as I took in the angry red marks on my forearms. He tried to meet my eyes with what looked like concern add even pity flashing behind his.

“And… emotionally?”

“I…” I bit my lip, frowning as I looked down at my hands. The hands of the law, or so I claim. “I just feel useless, Sheriff.”

“Useless?” He looked incredulous, his hand tightening on my knee. “T-The hell you calling useless, Belle?”

“Me.” I sighed, licking my lips nervously. “I have been so… weak lately. I’ve taken but after hit and… I have a niece to protect. If I can’t protect myself, how can I protect her from others? I feel like I’ve failed her, Sheriff. I’ve failed my baby.” My voice cracked at the end, the pain tearing at my heart.

“Your first instinct was to protect Liv.” He assured. “You didn’t think of anyone else before her. You got her to safety first, and I’d label that a damn good aunt, Belle. She’s safe and sound. No longer in danger, and she’s with her dad. She’s ok.”

I nodded. “I guess I can rest now.”

NOW:

Along with being a master at getting myself into life-threatening situations, I was also trained in boxing. Now that I’d fully recovered from the gunshot wound and partially from the attack a week ago, I was taking Olivia through another self-defence class. She’s a natural, if I do say so myself.

“Control the space, c’mon.” I encouraged, tapping her arm to keep her guard up. She began to assert more, making me chuckle breathlessly and nod. “That’s it, attagirl. Now, combo.” I held up my focus mittens, which she hit clean and sharp with a jab, cross punch, a vicious hook before twisting into a spinning hook kick. “Good job, tiger. Keep at it, don’t lose that momentum.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Beau watching from the grill with a faint smile on his face, making me laughed and shake my head as I continued to work Olivia through the exercise. “Don’t tire on me now.” I encouraged, tapping her arms again to get her guard up. “Bob and weave.” I hook punched, forcing her to bend her knees and duck under my arm, my glove twisting so she could sharply hook punch it. “Good, good! C’mon, just a little more, then we can have a rest. Roundhouse.” I held up the pad, which she kicked perfectly with a satisfying, resounding smack. The action made Beau’s eyebrows raise slightly, impressed, as he watched Olivia and I, my attention solely on Liv.

His eyes trailed from my tied back wavy hair, my forearm brushing back sweaty, loose strands of my hair. Then they lingered on my determined blue eyes, which flashed almost icy white in the glow of the morning. Then came the dewy curvature of my button nose, a bead of sweat trickling down the freckled skin that was promptly wiped. Then came my pretty pink lips, my tongue darting out every now and then to wet them every now and then. A small huff of breath escaped his mouth as his emerald eyes traced the lines of my neck, lingering on a small, prominent freckle on the smooth, unmarked skin. Then came, like a punch to the gut, my slightly defined shoulders and arms, visible because of my tank top. To make things worse (or better), a hint of my bra strap was visible underneath as it shifted and moved along with my agile body. So his eyes wandered lower-

“You ok, there, Dad?” Emily’s taunting, lilting voice cut through the haze abruptly, pulling him out of his, most likely, lack-of-romantic-connection induced reverie. Yeah, that’s it.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I’m doin’ fine.” Beau nodded, swallowing. “Just… fine.” He gave me a once over, clearing his throat.

Damn it, Sheriff. That’s your deputy, get it together.

I jogged over with a grin, grabbing my water bottle and taking a long sip from it, the cool water refreshing my lungs. “God, I needed that.” I groaned in satisfaction, rubbing my neck. I then exhaled happily, glancing between the two as I sensed something up. “Did I miss anything?”

“No.” Emily shook her head with an innocent smile. “Not at all.” I flicked my eyes between the two with a twinkle in them, a slight smile playing at my lips.

“A’ight.” I nodded, conceding with a chuckle, running a hand through my hair before rubbing the nape of my neck. I could try and crack the secret code between this father-daughter duo, or I could focus on more pressing matters that I didn’t want Liv to worry about. Such as Cal’s murder, which was confirmed when a body was found dragged into a lake, prints washed off. We still had del Marco in custody, but that told me that it wasn’t enough. We needed the phone. Lucy’s phone, which somebody took. I didn’t know who. “I’m gonna start working the case from the safety of the trailer.”

“Are you sure that’s the best idea, darlin’?” Beau broached, corners of his eyes crinkling in concern. “You ain’t exactly in good shape to go after these God awful men.”

“At least I can go after them from a more desk-heavy standpoint.” I shrugged, grimacing as I thought of the night the guys attacked. “I’m just pissed. They could’ve gotten Olivia.” The thought of them laying their hands on Olivia made my blood boil. The things I’d do to them if they ever did come back for a second round, they’d make the Devil blush. And Lucifer probably doesn’t take these things with a heavy heart.

“We can’t go chargin’ like bulls that see red, Belle.” He chastised, folding his arms with a small huff. “You’ve been getting hurt nonstop, and I can’t see that again- I ain’t allowing it. Not anytime soon. As your friend and your sheriff? I suggest you stand down.”

“And I’m not inclined to slack off.” I frowned, copying his expression. “As long as those thugs are out there, my baby girl is in danger. And as long as she isn’t safe, I’m not happy. So I won’t rest until that group is taken down.”

Beau gave me a long and hard look, his tongue wetting his lips before he bit them in frustration, a look which I wasn’t a stranger to, but it seemed oddly more… magnetic… than usual. If that’s a way to describe it. “You’re not gonna listen, huh?”

“No, sir.”

He let out a huff of breath, looking to the sky as he contemplated what to do. Then he nodded, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Alright. But… if there’s any chance that we need a tactical squad, which is pretty high, you stay at the back.”

I gave him a grin, knowing I’d won. It didn’t take long, since nobody was bothered to deal with my stubbornness. “Thanks, Sheriff.”

He just grumbled and looked away.

I was dropping off Tom to Harry’s house after picking up Liv from their date. I had mixed feelings about Tom, which didn’t feel rather fair, and as an officer of the law, fair judgement is mandatory. On one hand, Olivia seemed happy with him. Really happy. He was sweet (by what I’d heard from Olivia’s lovesick rambling), cared for her and was an all-around gentleman, even though Olivia was older by a few months. I could respect that much. But… he was Harry’s son. Adopted son, so thankfully the bad genes didn’t pass on, but still.

I could still remember the features of his, the ones I admired on a daily basis. The twinkling, charming green blue eyes, the winning smile, fluffy brown blonde hair, the deep, warm laugh that never failed to be contagious- the hell am I mixing Harry up with? Harry’s laugh sounded like the laugh of that grandpa from New York that Olivia showed me once on YouTube but ten times worse. And I can’t believe I found his Missouri accent even one attractive when it doesn’t compare to a Texas accent on a deep voice- where the hell is Texas coming from?!

I walked Tom up the steps to Harry’s house, which was quite literally the picture of picket fence perfection. Only thing missing from the meticulously mowed lawn, carved, painted white, wooden fence and the peach house paired with a red roof was a line of flowery bushes- oh wait, they have that too.

I could’ve had this. But I blew it, with me, myself and my workaholic disposition.

I swallowed, leading the sandy-haired teenager up the steps and knocking on the door to Harry’s house, the man himself opening the door and flashing the smile that always picked my spirits up, but I only got a weird feeling since my stomach sank at the same time this time around. “Harry.”

“Issy.” He moved aside so Tom could walk in, giving him a brief hug before turning back to me. His eyes looked me over, a look in his eye that I couldn’t place. “You look…”

“Horrible, I know.” I chuckled, looking away uncomfortably, a small, polite grin on my face as I tried my hardest not to burst and start yelling about how he ruined me. I half expected him to agree, but then I felt a pressure on my shoulder and found him smiling affectionately as the hand dropped to squeeze my bicep almost imperceptibly. The hell?

“I think you look beautiful.” Harry whispered, making my breath catch in my throat and bile almost shoot up from wherever it comes from. This man is-is married.

“R-Rhea!” I stammered way too loudly, plastering a patronising grin on my face as I shrugged his hand off. “How’s your wife?”

“She’s ok.” He nodded, looking somewhat dejected. I cleared my throat, stepping back to keep distance between him and I.

“That’s good.” Awkward silence, as expected when your married ex is hitting on you. “I have to go. Got work, cases to solve, all that.”

“I see.” He agreed quietly, and I turned on my heel, booking the hell out of there.

Beau hurried to Dewell and Hoyt’s office, where he found the trifecta- Jenny, Cassie and Denise. They all were looking at him with matching knowing glances which told him his game was up. But- hold on a second - what game was there in the first place? No game here, no siree. But there they were, Denise, Jenny and Cassie, all staring at him with looks that said ‘I know your secret’ but the secret was nonexistent, right?

“Emily told us.” Jenny grinned, spinning a pen in between her fingers as she snickered like a cartoon villain.

“How you checked Deputy Joyner out.” Cassie smirked, pumping her eyebrows. His face instantly flushed red; he hadn’t checked his deputy out. He was gauging her suitability to… get back on the job. That’s it. That’s right.

“Or Belle, as you call her.” Denise teased, filing her nails with the wrong side of the filer. “Is there somethin’ you’re not telling us, Bo-Bo?”

“I think y’all are insane.” Beau snorted, averting his eyes nervously. “Belle… and-and me? And I, grammatically speaking. No. Nah, she swore off men, remember? She swore off men. After Harry the ass, who is back in town, by the way, s-she doesn’t need any more men drama.”

“C’mon, I wanna see Jarlen happen.” Cassie pouted.

“Oh my god, Jarlen!” Jenny gasped, nodding frantically. “I was gonna call it Belleau.”

Denise grimaced in agreement, her head also bobbing up and down. “Jarlen works.”

“Jarlen it is.” Cassie smirked, staring straight into Beau’s soul. He cleared his throat, chastising himself for even thinking about his deputy that way. Though… it wouldn’t hurt, right?

It was true that he felt a bit… partial… to the momma bear, ass protecting beaut of a deputy, but he hadn’t been that obvious with it… unless he had.

“You seem rather frustrated on this case, huh, Belle?” He asked, sighing deeply. I shook my head, plastering on a smile that once again did not reach my eyes as I looked back at him.

“No, sir, I’m just concerned for the kid.” I answered not as smoothly as I’d hoped to have done. My voice was slightly shaky, and I knew what he was thinking. Mark had been after custody of Olivia for ages, and was still trying. However, he couldn’t do anything, not when I was named Olivia’s legal guardian and was Lucy’s next of kin.

“It’s about Mark, right?”

I chuckled lowly, nodding. “That obvious?”

“You’re like a mama bear in these cases.” He grinned, then patted my knee. “But now, I need my deputy to have a clear mind. God knows you help me keep mine all clear and sunny skies.”

“Gotcha, Sheriff.” I smiled as we pulled up to the house. “Hear you loud and clear.” I reached under the seat, pulling on my bulletproof vest and strapping it tight. I looked over, seeing that he’d done the same. “Shall we?”

“We shall, darlin’.”

While Olivia was busy admiring the necklaces, I nicked the tape from the box, storing it in the pocket of my jeans. I noticed a large shadow cover the light from the door, and I saw Beau there. I could trust Beau with this. He could help me, so could Jenny and Cassie. I quickly exchanged a look with him that he understood, so he put on a smile, strolling over and clapping me on the shoulder.

“There’s my Southern Belle, all up an’ about. From a Texan to a Kansan, you are what I’d call a Texan 10, even in a faded plaid.” He grinned, squeezing my shoulder slightly and winking before turning to Olivia. “And you, young lady, must be Olivia.”

“That’s me.” Liv nodded, looking between Beau and I. “And you must be Aunt Isa’s favourite sheriff.”

“While I appreciate it, I’m the only sheriff.”

“Exactly.”

“Liv, sweetheart, can you go downstairs? I’ve gotta bring the cake, but start opening your presents.” I said to Olivia with a sigh. I kissed her hair, smoothing it back for a moment before letting her go, and then I turned to Beau when I knew she was out of earshot.

“Something’s up, right?” He frowned, folding his arms and tilting his head. “Talk to me, Belle.”

I held up the cassette tape, a long sigh leaving my mouth. “Titled ‘sunflower’. It’s the nickname my sister used to call me, so I can’t help but think if this is a message seen six years too late.”

“Or something that got mixed up in the wrong box.”

“That’s also a possibility.” I nodded, then pouted in thought. “I’ve got a cassette player somewhere in my study. After Liv’s celebration here is over and she’s out with her friends, whaddya say we have a lil’ listen to it?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Beau agreed, then his eyes landed on the framed photo of my sister and I. “That’s Lucy, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“She looks just like her sister.” He rubbed my arm comfortingly, the backs of his fingers grazing my skin. “How much older was she?”

“Eight years.” I replied softly, leaning slightly into his touch, even though I didn’t quite register it.

“Ah, so she’d be lordin’ it over us if she was still alive. Even a forty-year-old sheriff can’t escape the clutches of an older sister.”

“Neither can a forty year old deputy.” I chuckled, and his hand moved down to hover in front of mine, but my pinky wrapped around his, my breath hitching as I thought of the day I’d skipped down the stairs six years ago and found my sister dead in the garden, multiple knife wounds in her chest. Then the weeks after where I searched and searched for any leads but found none.

My head snapped forward, glass breaking and flying to the left, cutting my cheek as the seatbelt tightened on my chest. My forehead banged against the wheel, a cry escaping my mouth-

“Hey, Deputy.” Beau’s low timbre snapped me out of it again, I looked into his warm green eyes, the ones I’d grown to trust with my life. “You doin’ ok?”

“I… yeah.” I nodded, cracking a smile.

I was sitting in Jenny’s kitchen with Beau and Jenny, of course, the latter busy making lunch since I’d handled our breakfast. I was, again, scrolling on my Instagram, most of my feed Harry and Rhea the redhead. The guy even had the audacity to tag me in a photo, which I didn’t respond to or react to. Beau’s eyes followed mine, locking on the screen with a frown. “That’s Harry the jackass. Why are you lookin’ at photos of Harry the jackass?”

“He’s with the redhead he cheated on me with. Rhea.” I explained with a sigh, and he snatched the phone, not giving me time to protest as he looked at Rhea with an unreadable expression on his face. Then he smirked, nodding.

“I see the appeal.” He chuckled, looking at me playfully. Jenny gasped in horror, swatting his arm while I looked at him incredulously, taken aback by his audacity. “I mean, she’s gorgeous-”

“Beau!” Jenny scolded while I looked away, starting to internally panic. He… thought Rhea was gorgeous? Did he really? Was Harry justified in leaving me because I wasn’t good enough?

“I’m messin’ with you!” Beau raised his hands in surrender, taking another look at the photo before handing my phone back to me. “Sweetheart, Harry the jackass doesn’t even know who he’s lost. This Rhea girl? Doesn’t even hold a candle to you. She’s an LA three, or a Texas one. You are a ten in both worlds, darlin’. He doesn’t deserve you.”

“Thanks, Sheriff.” I sighed in relief, rubbing my face. Jenny patted Beau’s shoulder, giving him a look that said ‘I was about to rip your head off’. “You got me there for a second.”

“I got Hoyt too.”

“Yes, he did.” Jenny nodded, glaring playfully at Beau. “If you’d said that truthfully, no joking, I’d rain down hellfire.”

“Well, I’m glad I was just poking some fun.” Beau smirked, then patted my knee. “You’re gorgeous, Southern Belle. Ain’t no messing around there.”

“You’re very welcome, young lady.” And with that, I took the glass of water with a grateful smile and sipped it as I padded down the stairs in my fuzzy socks. Beau was busy humming a tune and cooking some breakfast, which happened to be scrambled eggs. The moment he saw me, his demeanour instantly changed.

“Ay, ay, ay! Who let her out?” He frowned, pointing at me. Em, Carla and I instantly raised our hands, which forced Beau’s own to accept how I was now capable of walking. “A’ight, three against one, I see how it is. The ladies launching a coup- I see through all your plans.” He chuckled, dishing out the eggs. They didn’t look burnt, which was a plus, so I grabbed one plate and sat down with it. “Since you were on bed rest, Belle, we paused the investigation. The APB hasn’t found the guy who hurt you, but we’ll find him.”

“Yeah, I heard you reopened your sister’s murder investigation.” Carla frowned sympathetically, reaching over to comfortingly squeeze my hand. Emily, however, looked excited.

“No way, your sister was murdered?” She gasped, a wide smile on her face until Beau and Carla shot her a disapproving look, eyebrow raised and mouths set in a grimace. Damn, they’re good at the ‘look’.

“Em, let’s try to be a little more sensitive about this subject.”

“Your enthusiasm is completely warranted, sweetheart, murder can be cool, but let’s dial it down a little.” Beau added, clapping Emily on the shoulder on his way to sit down, and when he did, I felt a small nudge on my foot. I turned to Beau with a raised eyebrow, and he gave me a small smile that could only come before an-“Are you doin’ ok, darlin’?”

There it is.

“Just fine.” I smiled, nodding as I shoved a bite of omelette in my mouth. Beau and Carla looked at me expectantly, as if I was about to break down bleeding all of a sudden, but I shrugged, glancing between them. “I’m fine, you two. Trust me, I feel better already.” I got a call from Olivia, so I broke into a wide grin and answered it immediately, swallowing my chewed bite of omelette. “Hey, sweetie.”

I woke up groggily in Beau’s cabin for the third time this week, rubbing my forehead as I grunted softly, propping myself up on the pillows. Beau now no longer trusted the safety of my own house, which had now become a crime scene, therefore prompting him to insist that I stay at his trailer while Dean took care of Olivia. I had taken a beating that day, and my limbs felt like Jello.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” Beau stepped in with an affectionate smile, sitting down beside my legs, his hand on my knee while his thumb stroked it. “You doin’ better?”

“Physically, yes.” I nodded, sighing dejectedly as I took in the angry red marks on my forearms. He tried to meet my eyes with what looked like concern add even pity flashing behind his.

“And… emotionally?”

“I…” I bit my lip, frowning as I looked down at my hands. The hands of the law, or so I claim. “I just feel useless, Sheriff.”

“Useless?” He looked incredulous, his hand tightening on my knee. “T-The hell you calling useless, Belle?”

“Me.” I sighed, licking my lips nervously. “I have been so… weak lately. I’ve taken but after hit and… I was a niece to protect. If I can’t protect myself, how can I protect her from others? I feel like I’ve failed her, Sheriff. I’ve failed my baby.” My voice cracked at the end, the pain tearing at my heart.

“Your first instinct was to protect Liv.” He assured. “You didn’t think of anyone else before her. You got her to safety first, and I’d label that a damn good aunt, Belle. She’s safe and sound. No longer in danger, and she’s with her dad. She’s ok.”

I nodded. “I guess I can rest now.”

Yeah, maybe he was a little too partial. But he couldn’t help it. Elle Joyner was… likeable, charming, funny, had the most beautiful eyes… he couldn’t help falling for her liking her as much as he did.

“Bo-Bo?” Denise’s lilt took him out of memory lane, matching smirks again on all three of their faces. “You’re a little spacy.”

Beau raised his eyebrows, trying to come up with an excuse but failing miserably.

That night, I was up late, working a case. I’d sent Olivia to bed after having the leftovers from the last takeout and a quick goodbye before she went to Dean’s. I flicked through the sheafs of paper, and I found a picture of Lucy and I. Lucy had a tattoo on her right wrist that made me sit up. I’d never seen her with it before, so it intrigued me more than it usually would.

045114.

The hell was that for? Just a random number?

I swept my hand down my mouth, biting my bottom lip before I shut the file, lying down in the bed Beau had made for me, pulling the covers up to my chin as I shut my eyes, already in my pyjamas. I scrolled on my phone, coming across a voicemail from… Harry. The moment I played it, the slurred syllables told me he had gotten into the beer.

‘Heya, Isa, just wanted t-to say, m’so in love w’ya. Can’t get enough o’ya. Just wanted you t’know. Especially since it’s been how long? A-Ah, three years. Can’t get o’er ya. C-Call me.’

I felt bad for Rhea.

I turned over in bed, too tired to even forward the voicemail to her and blindly putting the phone on the bedside table. My eyelids felt like anvils midair being pulled down by the cruel force of gravity, so I fell asleep soon after. However, that was short lived when I got up a few hours later, panting in what could only be the aftershocks of a nightmare. I rubbed my eyes, my hands travelling to my arms over the hoodie that Beau lent me. It went down to my mid-thigh, I was that small. I saw a wet spot appear on the chest area, and I swallowed, realising that my breath was shakier and more ragged than normal and my cheeks were tainted with tears. I instantly grabbed a tissue, wiping them. I didn’t want to ruin his hoodie any further with my angst that rivalled a teenager’s.

On the way out of the trailer, finding the still-burning fire, I took the photo of Lucy and I out, taken from the time we had been at her first wedding in Dean’s home town: Roseburg, Oregon. I sat down at a chair by the fire, the hoodie practically swallowing my body up in an attempt for warmth. Dean had his lips pressed to Lucy’s hair, his hands tickling her sides and making her let out a laugh that was too beautiful for this world. I was holding the bouquet like a trophy, since I’d caught it, but I, in fact, was not next.

My great aunt Bertha got married to her neighbourhood’s milkman, Samuel, before I could even score a date.

And then Dean and Lucy divorced due to work schedule problems, and Lucy found Mark. Not my favourite choice, but she still married someone. Here I was, yearning for someone at 40 years old who probably didn’t yearn for me back. I’m a mess of a human, aren’t I?

“Belle, darlin’?” Beau showed up at the door to his trailer, his hands desperately trying to smooth his blasted hedgehog hair while his eyes blearily took in the scene, concern bleeding onto his rugged features as he took a step forward, immediately sensing that I was deep in thought. “S’late, sweetheart. What’s goin’ on in that head a’yours, hm?” He also deduced my half-assed attempt for warmth, so he whipped his coat off, tucking it around my shoulders before lunging to get a blanket that he placed over my legs. He then sat down next to me, wrapping a strong arm around my shoulder that he used to draw me into his chest, his other large hand gripping my thigh slightly to move my legs in a more comfortable position. By instinct, my hand went over his heart.

Thump. Thump.

His heartbeat was oddly comforting.

“Mind tellin’ me what’s got my favourite deputy sporting a face like a wet weekend?” Beau asked softly, his fingers rubbing through my hair, teasing out any random knots, because of course there had to be imperfections in what could be a perfect moment.

His lips almost pressed against my hair, ghosting over for a moment before he decided against it, his cheek nuzzling the soft strands instead. I sighed, biting my lip. “I think the case is taking its toll on my sleep.” I replied quietly, rubbing my puffy red eye. “Had a nightmare that Olivia was kidnapped. And had a flashback of when Cal died. So many numbers…”

“What do you mean by that, sweet girl?” He proved further, his thumb tracing my cheekbone before sweeping down to line my jaw. The touches helped me relax and stop the panicking, which helped a lot with recall. My muscles relaxed, my breathing slowing down and telling my watch that I no longer needed to be recommended breathing exercises.

“Cal’s wrist on the crime scene. I saw numbers.” I frowned, pouting slightly. “541458. Can’t help but think they mean something. And one photo of Lucy had a six digit number tattooed on her. 045114.”

“They’re both connected?”

“Maybe. Just need to figure out how.”

“S’all well and good, but I think you need t’calm yourself down.” He took the courage to kiss my forehead, and paused for a moment, waiting for my reaction. I don’t know what came over me, but I nuzzled further into him, and I felt his chest, which sort of seemed tight, suddenly relax, a long breath escaping his mouth. “You’re always taking care of others, darlin’. Time for someone to take care o’ you.”

My first instinct was to protest. “But-”

“But nothin’. We’re gonna stay here, and when you’re calm, we’ll go back inside and I’m gonna stay with you. Then we can take a proper crack at del Marco. Got it?”

I deflated, nodding. “Yes, sir.” I giggled at the end, which earned a deep chuckle from him too.

“Deputy, you make me feel old sometimes.” We sat like that in silence, until Beau felt that I’d calmed down enough. He helped me up, tidying away the blanket and extinguishing the fire, switching on his phone torch so we had a light to help us walk. When we got to my bed, he gestured for me to lay down, probably as a ‘ladies first’, and I did. He got in next to me, making sure that the covers were snugly over me before drawing me closer, his arm around my waist protectively. My back facing his chest, his breath on the back of my neck.

It all felt so unfamiliar.

“G’night, Belle.”

“Night, Sheriff.”

The next morning, I woke up slowly, humming with a groggy smile, expecting to feel the warmth of Beau’s arm around me, acting as a shield against the rest of the world. But I didn’t. My eyelashes fluttered and my eyes opened, and instead I found us both at the far ends of the bed, turned away from each other. My stomach went hurtling down like it was a rollercoaster. I didn’t even know why. Perhaps it was the lack of physical contact I’d gotten over the past few years. Maybe I’m touched starved. Yeah, that’s it.

I got out of bed, going into the bathroom to change into Lucy’s leather jacket, smiling at the nice burgundy colour. Underneath that was a black tank top and jeans, to complete the look. I strolled out, finding Beau also fully dressed, adjusting his hat as he turned around with a grin. “G’morning, Belle. Sleep ok?”

“Just peachy.” I nodded, not mentioning the swooping feeling I felt when I woke up and didn’t find him right next to me, the detail that I think he missed. But neither of us missed the brief sweep of our eyes down and up each other. “Let’s go.”

At the department, I walked into the interrogation room with Beau and Jenny, where del Campo was sat with a smug smirk. “Finally, you brought her here.” He gestured to me, his New York accent lilting. “I only got one thing to say. One thing only.”

“And what’s that?” Jenny asked, her expression stony.

“It better be good, otherwise you’re lookin’ at a lotta jail time there, buddy.” Beau seethed, while I remained silent, waiting for this guy to say something.

Del Campo leaned forward, his fingers drumming on the table and seriously asking me to snap them off or at least break them with my bare hands. “Markham Leeds sends his regards.”

My patience broke. My hand clenched into a fist. My thoughts clouded over and were replaced with waves of pure, seething red. My breathing became laboured as I processed the information, which only took the feeling to new heights. I scoffed, about to blow a fuse. Which I did. My fist slammed down onto the table hard, sending a loud and resounding bang through the room that made everyone jump. This was my final straw. I had him. I finally had him.

“MARKHAM, THAT BASTARD!”

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【𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 | 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙪】

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Description: The world crumbled but their love stayed intact. Caught in a firefight over food, Paul's been shot. Does Ace have any hope of pulling him through or pulling through this at all?

♥ Paul Stanley x Ace Frehley

Note: The fuck? I actually have to copy these little formats from each of my fics and something stuck from Pygmalion I thought I fixed. I KNEW something was off sksk (it was also super late when I did this haha))

Warnings: Blood/Grief/Death

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Paul slammed against the wall. The ground thundered like a volcano about to erupt. Gunshots jetted, cutting down overgrown vines like a saw. Paul’s heart drug a muffled beat. He took a shaky breath of the thick musty air through clenched teeth.

“Is e-everyone alright?”

Paul fought his head. It blurred. The faces around him, down, up or rushing across the decayed floor smeared. His world swayed like a tree in the wind. Frantic shouting clashed in his ear. Ace drug himself up by a string, staggering forward and hitting the wall beside someone else. Paul’s hand went white around the pistol—the other red.

He clenched his stomach. His blood pumped. It felt like he’d stuck his hand in a void. An even stream of blinding light bleached the building through the massive gap in the wall, somehow climbing over the buildings collapsed like dominoes and rubble-conquered streets. Ace tossed his arm out pistol in hand. He shot off a few rounds into the distant rubble or vivid blue sky outside.

Paul’s legs wobbled. Seeing something other than a bird or two after all these years would be nice.

“We’ve got to surrender.” A horrified voice grated Paul’s ears.

“T-This isn’t the end.”

Paul choked out. Paul.. choked out? His eyes shot wide. Ungodly wide. His breaths sped up. “We’ve got to eat.. what we came for..” Paul groaned. His legs turned to jello. He stumbled back. Every pinch of air in his lungs fled. He hit the rocks. Glass crunched. Everything waved in and out. Red burnt his eyelids. Singing birds soothed his mind like a lullaby before-

“Paul!”

A polished suburban house, surrounded by an ocean of green bathed by soft sunlight and a little American flag off the porch flashed. There was a grill on the lawn.

Paul smiled. His heart tried to flutter. His chest and throat loosened. A little more air slipped into his lungs. He curled into a tight ball. Two warm hands swept him up. Black took over his vision. Yelling boomed. Paul shut his eyes as tightly as possible. Echoes of pain crept through him distantly. Cool seeped through his bomber jacket.

Ace held it together.

“Y-You’re gonna’ be alright, Paul..” Pain grasped Ace’s shuddering voice like a lover.

“I’m.. I’m not. I know it.” His hand crawled onto Ace’s. “If those bombs go off.. all ten stories are going to collapse. You.. You can’t carry me out.” A bit of certainty spiked.

“Please.” Ace’s eyes shot wide, he quickly shook his head. “Don’t say that..”

“You can’t.. I’m dead.”

Ace grabbed Paul’s hand. Some feeling like vibrant colors exploded. Paul couldn’t help but to grin. “I love you.” He whispered, laying his head on Ace’s chest. The chaos around them died. Ace hugged him tightly, pulling him as close as possible. Tears poured down their faces like a river, soaking their shoulders.

Ace clutched him. He swallowed sobs. Paul took a deep breath, savoring the gentle homey smell clinging to Ace’s leather jacket. Iron coated his tongue.

“I’m not letting you go.” Ace forced strength into his voice. “I can’t.”

“But you gotta’ live..” Paul faded into murmurs.

“I swear to god—we’ll get out, I swear..!”

“You will.”

The suburban house flashed. Ace relaxed on the stairs, dressed in something clean with a grin shining on his bright face. Another person slammed into the heavy duty crates. Paul sunk into Ace. Ace shut his eyes as tight as he could. Paul’s limbs loosened in milliseconds. His smile spread into a grin.

“I always imagined us with kids..” Paul’s features softened. A little light sparked in his voice. “.. How many would you want?”

“Don’t leave me.”

“It’s gonna’ be okay, Ace.. you don’t have to worry anymore.”

“Don’t talk like that. We..we still have a future.”

“Maybe in another life.”

“Paul?”

“Think of it..”

“Paul. We have people in the future waiting for us—w-who don’t even know our names!”

…

“Paul?”

[potatodog]

Auto Pilot(Staff Sergeant William James

an: since no one else will write for him, I will :] word count: 1,241

You had just been transferred as part of the Delta Company. One year to go. This wasn't torture, just another way of fleeing from feeling. Your life had been on auto pilot now for some time. 

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*flashback*

Your mother  has just gotten the call. The call that your older brother, Mathew, had been killed in a school shooting while protecting three other people. 

Your father was absent from the time you were born but he decided that it was time to come back. Your Mom had fallen into a deep hole of depression and couldn't care for you. Your father was a drunken fool, and your mom finally had enough and sent him away. You had to care for her and the house, forced to live the life of an adult and just 13.

*end of flashback*

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There were 110 days left of your rotation, but you would probably stay on because you had nowhere else to go.  While in the camp, you had grown close to SSG William James. The two of you have had a little bit of light in the dark to share together. 

Your thoughts had been chasing you throughout the mission and you had to deal with them sooner or later. Later is what you decided, unfortunately your head didn't agree. 

'9 o'clock. Finally bed time,' you thought, exiting the bathroom trailer and turning to go to yours, across for James's. The dread in your chest that had been marinating suddenly swelled enough to fill the ocean. You felt your legs start shaking, pins and needles poking at your skin. Rapidly tapping your chest, you sank down by your front door, unable to breathe properly. Tears were falling freely now. 

"I can't- not now," you whispered like a mantra barely above a wisp of air leaving your lips. You had started shaking your hands in an attempt to calm down. It made the pins poking at your skin lessen, but it didn't help your breathing. Your chest felt like it was on fire. 

James had taken that moment to leave and go wash up. Seeing you having an attack, he ran over.

" hey love, it's alright I'm here now. Let's go inside, yeah?"

You shook your head and allowed him to grasp your hand, leading you inside. He closed the door as you sat down, trying to breathe again. Tears were still streaming. Your throat was dry and itchy.

He got the water bottle from beside your bed and handed it to you. After drinking well over half of it you said thank you. He sat next to you on the bed

"S'no problem," he said rubbing your shoulders, easing the tension.

The crying had lessened now, and your legs didn't feel as much like jello as they did 10 minutes ago. 

"D'you wanna talk," He asked quietly. 

"Only if you want to hear about my life from 13 to current."

"Of course."

"Well, when I was 13 years old, my older brother, Mathew, was shot in a school shooting at his college. He died a hero, protecting 3 other people, including his boyfriend's little sister. After that my mom got so depressed that I had to take care her and my younger sister. At 13 i was forced to assume the identity of both parents for her. Which meant that I couldn't process my feelings. When I was 14 my dad showed up demanding me and my sister. My mom pulled herself out of her hole and told him to go fuck himself. So that was nice. Then my mom got better, we thought she was fine. After school a few months later, I came home and..." You stopped, a few tears falling at the memory of her lying there. James reassuringly grabbed your hand.

"It's ok. You don't have to tell me."

"No-I... you deserve to know. She had been suicidal and I tried to get rid of all the guns and pills, but one gun i kept. My father's pistol that he gave to me when mom told him to leave. He said to me 'keep this safe, it might come in handy someday' and so I kept it. And. And my mom, she found it."

"Oh god. I'm sorry, love I'm so sorry, he said opening his arms asking for a hug. You accepted his arms. Leaning in, you grasped him tightly as if he would leave if you let go. He wrapped an arm around your waist and stroked your hair softly. 

Over an hour later, you had fallen asleep in his arms. You woke up and saw him still holding you.

"James did you really stay the whole time I was out? You could have left."

"I know. I wanted to stay. You're like a heater," he said, chuckling.

"What time is it," you inquired, getting up to put on a sweatshirt.

"10:34."

"D'you wanna stay over tonight," you asked, secretly hoping he would.

"If that's alright with you. I have to run over and get some pyjamas." And then he left. You felt foolish for falling for him so hard, but he was solid and there. He had never given you reason to doubt him, even if he was reckless and it was a war, you felt you could trust him to come back. He had told you about Connie, his ex wife who had his son and he had told you about how glad he was that she knew that it wasn't going to work out between them, and how it had been a clean divorce leaving the two of them on good terms before their son was born. They were still good friends. 

The sound of knocking woke you from your trance. Opening the door, James was there of course, hotter than ever in a tight white tee-shirt and gray sweats.

“I brought my dvds. I have Dodgeball and Hellboy,” he said, brandishing them.

“I love hellboy!”

After setting the movie up, you got some snacks out and settled in. You both got under the covers and James wrapped and arm around you.

Almost completely through the movie, you abruptly asked him a question. Since you had met, he asked to be called James, his last name. His first name was William, but for some reason he didn’t like it. The thought had been nagging at you for months now and what better time than the present?

“James?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’m sorry if this is random, but why don’t you go by your first name, William?”

“My father was a deadbeat dick head, and he forced my mom to name me after him. He was quite abusive towards us.  One day after drinking with his sluggard pals, he decided it was a great idea to drive intoxicated. On the highway a trucker ran into him, killing him. I was 10. After that I introduced myself as James because I wanted his memory gone. 

“Damn. He got what he deserved,” you said into his chest whilst hugging him tightly.

“Now whaddaya say we sleep,” James said while the end credits rolled. 

Stifling a yawn, you got up and turned the light off. While climbing back into bed, you turned away from him to sleep. He grabbed you and pulled you close, spooning he and burying his face in your neck.

“Much better,” he mumbled.

That night you got the best sleep of your life. 

[honeymiya]

the one that (almost) got away - three | knj TEASER

NOT EVERYTHING IN THIS TEASER EXCERPT WILL BE IN THE POSTED CHAPTER. CHANGES WILL LIKELY OCCUR!

The stillness of your hospital room feels weirdly calming. Though the blankets bunched around your legs are a bit scratchy and the pillow is way too firm for your liking. All the same, it gives you a minute to catch your breath as you wait for the boys to arrive with the kids.

Your kids.

You’d insisted they’d come to see you before visiting hours were over. Since the hospital wanted to keep you overnight for observation Jimin and Jungkook would be staying over at your house for the night to watch the kids while Namjoon stayed at the hospital with you.

You'd given up on trying to convince him you'd be alright by yourself for one night. After all the years that had passed, Namjoon was just as stubborn as he'd been as a teenager. Though, you had to admit it felt nice knowing he wouldn't leave your side through this.

It was strange how you’d grown accustomed to the disorienting situation you’d woken up in. Now when your eyes caught sight of the shiny ring on your finger you couldn’t help but feel your stomach go all fuzzy with glee. As strange as it was, you felt at home.

The door clicked open and Namjoon stepped in with a large, goofy smile and a cafeteria tray filled with nearly a dozen cups of red, orange, and green jello with small dollops of whipped cream swirled on top. Folding your legs underneath your body, you sit up excitedly and clap your hands together.

“God, I’m so glad I married you!”

He scoffs, laying the tray on the table a nurse had kindly clipped to your bed rails. Settling onto the mattress a bit away from you Namjoon swipes a cup of orange jello and takes a bite of it.

“Jin-hyung texted me,” He says through the mouthful. “They're in the parking deck now."

You hum and grab one of the cups for yourself.

"I'm excited to see them. The last thing I remember about them they were━oh this is so gross," You whine through a mouthful of lime jello.

Namjoon laughs, taking the cup from your hand and placing a red one in front of you instead. You swallow the mouthful with a pout, eager to rid your tongue of the taste. This time it's the tangy notes of artificial cherry that coat your tongue sweetly and you much prefer it to the overpowering sour lime you'd had before. Humming you mumble a quick 'thanks' under your breath before scooping another spoonful into your mouth.

"As I was saying, it'll be good to see everyone again. The last time I saw them they were like babies."

A revelation hits you as you let the plastic spoon fall back into your now half-empty jello cup.

"Oh my god, I'm going to have an aneurysm seeing Jungkook all grown up," You whine and rub your temples to ward off the headache that will likely arrive with the mind-boggling thought of the group's baby being a grown man. "I can't believe I missed everything..."

Namjoon hums, hands coming to rub your shoulder in comfort.

"Love, you were there for it, you just can't remember it."

The pout lingering on your lips deepens as you look up at your husband.

"That makes it so much worse."

Before he can respond, the door creaks open and the familiar but different voices that echoed through the practice room years ago spill into your hospital room.

"Jungkook-ah don't speak to your elders that way you brat!"

"Can you stop squabbling! We are in a hospital for pete's sake!"

"Sang-jun, buddy, cover your ears before your uncle corrupts you!"

[junhyukiscute]

RED

loving jungwon is like red

it was 6:36 pm. classes ended quite a while ago, and now here you were with bruised knees and a very haphazardly put on bike helmet in front of jungwon’s nice two story house. taking a deep breath in, you gently threw your bike to the sidewalk before walking up to the front door and pressing the bell. 

it felt like forever and you were soon about to throw up until the door opened. “(y/n)?” jungwon said in surprise. 

“hi,” you replied. you felt your mouth suddenly go dry and your panting had subdued. “jungwon.” 

he observed your form. slight puffs and red cheeks, he quickly put together that you biked here from a long distance. “you bike? i never knew you did.”

“that’s cause i don’t,” you replied bluntly. he lets out a small laugh before opening the door wider. “do you want to come in? you look like you’re about to collapse on my front porch.”

as much as you wanted to say yes because oh gosh you were winded from biking 2 extremely long miles, you stood your ground. “actually, i wanted to ask you something. depending on the outcome, it can be really quick like a second or really long like a couple of minutes.” 

jungwon shakes his head and smiles fondly before crossing his arms and leaning on the side of the doorframe. “okay? you’re kind of weird, (y/n),” he teases. “let’s hear it.”

you look up at the sky and take in a deep breath before looking at him straight in the eyes. “you like me, don’t you? so why haven’t you done anything?” after that, jungwon’s stance was no longer lax and his posture becomes straight. 

“huh?” was all he could reply. now it was his turn to have clammy hands and a fast beating heart. could you hear it? hopefully his face wasn’t turning as red as he thought it was. “pardon?”

“damn it jungwon, i like you too! it’s so obvious that i’ve been liking you ever since we got lost at the farmers market. I've been making so many moves but you just sit there counting sheep and I'm confused as to whether or not you actually want anything from th-” 

before you could finish speaking, jungwon had already bent down to silence you with a kiss. his slightly chapped lips are placed against you as he cups your face with his hands. pulling away slowly, he looks at you so warmly that it makes your legs feel like jello. for a moment, it seemed as if nothing had existed besides jungwon and you. 

“so you do like me after all,” you replied dazed. his feline eyes turn into crescents as he bits back a laugh. he gently places his forehead against yours.

“you’re so weird, (y/n). yes, i like you- so much that it makes me scared. I think about you so often and I'm worried that one day you might leave because of my cowardliness. I'm sorry it took me so long to do anything. how can i make it up to you, hm? i’ll do anything you ask,” he mutters against your lips.

“even eat an entire bag of mint chocolate?” you tease. he groans before wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his head on your shoulder.

“please don’t. can’t we just make up for the lost time now that im yours?”

[daigyu01]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :incident gone right

synopsis: two enemies get into an incident that leads them into the emergency room. Both being trapped in the same room, they have to deal with each other 24/7.

genre: fluff, comedy, enemies to lovers

pairing: beomgyu x f!oc

disclaimer: this is my first time posting one of my dumb ideas on tumblr so please forgive me for any mistakes i make I'm a noobie 😿🙏

mini series - 1, (Too be continued ajsbsks)

Part 1.

I flinched the moment i felt the cold hard metal hit my face. i turned over to see who it was, and i was not surprised to see Yeonjun grinning like he won some stupid game.

"Go get some snacks, what's the point of Saturday movie night if there is no damn snacks in this house." He groaned and threw himself on the couch beside me.

Saturday movie night. it used to be Wednesday movie night until our parents found out we were staying up at 3 am on a school night which got us grounded for 2 weeks straight. It was something we did ever since we were 8, and we always had it no matter what.

We are a little too committed to it to be honest, especially Yeonjun. I remember this one time his turtle named Sam died back when we were 12, and this guy still came to my door and shoved us into my room to watch movies.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Isn't it your turn to buy the snacks?" I threw the keys back at him. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and pulled out his phone.

"This is why I made this." he showed me his screen. "You always say it's my turn and I've had enough so i made a calendar." Yeonjun said as he smirked.

"Oh great." I replied sarcastically and sighed.

"So, as you can see here, it is clearly your turn." He tossed the keys at me once again, sending me a flying kiss.

I huffed. "Fine whatever. You owe me dinner tomorrow."

--

Yeonjun sent me a whole list of what to get at the store. It was WAY more than just 5 items. Why the heck do i need to buy green peppers at a convenient store? Do they even sell those there?

i dialed his number on my phone once i reached a red light. The freaking audacity he has to make me buy all these things for one night when he knows I'm saving. I heard the ringing for a few seconds before he picked up.

"Jello?"

"Why the fuck am i buying green peppers at 12 am."

"I'm tryna eat healthy my lovely Lee Miso. If you could just get me one i would be eternally grateful."

I suddenly heard honking when i was rereading the list, which probably meant the light turned green and these stupid idiots behind me were impatient.

I immediately hit the gas.

"Also Miso could you buy me some protein powder that wou-"

Before I could even process what was happening, i felt something hit the side of my car which sent me flying.

i didn't know what to do so i went with my first instinct which was to scream and cry. Is this really how I'm going to die? Before graduation?

that was my last thought before my mind went blank.

--

"Ms. Lee? Are you awake?"

"Ms. Lee?"

i gazed up at the person calling me. My eyes squinted at the bright light that surrounded me. Is this heaven or-

"Ms. Lee!"

"The hell- what is it?" I replied angrily as i yawned.

"I'm so sorry, i just had to make sure you were doing well. And thankfully you are! Your partner is still asleep, he is a bit more stubborn to wake up." She laughed slightly.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Partner? I don't have a partner?"

"He was the one that crashed into you love."

"That piece of shit." i quickly removed the blankets off my body and got up to go find the guy. But as soon as I removed the blankets, i saw white stuff around me.

"Where are my legs? Where did you put them asshole?" I started panicking again and grabbed her wrist aggressively.

"Miss please calm down they are still there. They are wrapped to protect you, your legs got severely damaged."

I looked back at my body. "Hey uh, how long was i asleep for? I feel like a rock just hit my head."

"About 2 days, almost 3 ma'am." The nurse replied as she handed me some water. I took it and nodded my head. "Best sleep i have ever got that's for sure." I sighed.

A loud bang echoed through the room. I scanned around to see where it was from until i saw another nurse bringing in a bed with a patient on it.

The nurse clasped her hands. "Perfect timing! This is your partner for the next week." She smiled at me like it was the greatest news ever.

"I want my own room please."

"No can do, everything is full. It's only a week, don't worry. I'm kathy by the way." She smiled before heading out with the other nurse.

The guy they brought in was still asleep. He didn't seem too beat up from the crash, just minor scratches along his jawline. I stared at him a bit, he was oddly good looking. I shook my head and went back into my dream world, hoping to fall asleep again.

--

I'm this close to raging out of this room and flinging myself out the window. I have never been so damn bored in my whole existence.

I've had enough. The nurses weren't around, so i took this as the perfect opportunity to stroll around the room at least. My feet touched the cold tile making me shriek, but i got used to it and finally started to walk.

"Miso, what are you doing? Go back to bed please."

I jumped when i heard the voice. No one was in sight when i turned to see where the voice came from. "Who's there? Come out you foul!" I grabbed the knife beside me.

"I'm literally right here." The man from the bed said. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, wincing a bit.

"Oh- it's you. How do you know my name?" I questioned hesitantly.

"Who doesn't? Everyone at school knows you." He remarked slightly scoffing.

"School?"

"Yes Miso. The building where you learn about crap." He pushed his hair to the side. I held my gaze on him a bit. He looked really familiar for some reason.

"Do you go to the same school as me?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Idiot, of course i do that's how I know you."

I rolled my eyes in reponse. "Do we have any classes together?"

"Woahhh what's with the interrogation? Calm down baby girl i just woke up from a beauty sleep." He stretched his arms out.

it finally clicked in my mind who he was. "I know who you are. Choi Beomgyu right? The one always sitting with Taehyun at lunch."

"Yep that's me, the one and only." Beomgyu beamed a stupid smile.

"The Choi Beomgyu. The one that stole my favorite book." I scoffed.

"That was back in 1st grade Miso. I even asked for you forgiveness and gave it back to you."

"Still." I sneered. "Who made you think you could steal something precious like that?"

Beomgyu groaned in annoyance. "i was 6 years old."

"You shattered my heart that day."

"What a cry baby." He side eyed.

"i was 6!"

"Age is just a number you know." He got up and walked into another room that i could only assume was the bathroom.

"Hey wait! I'm not done talking to you get back here!" I ran towards him. before I could reach him he shuts the door in my face.

"Annoying ass girl." I heard him mutter.

"Says the one that talks only about IU all the damn time." i snorted.

"IU is amazing don't even fight me. You're just jealous i'm not simping over you."

"Narcissistic much? You would be a lot handsomer if you had a better personality you know." I sticked my tongue out even though he wouldn't see it.

"You would be a lot prettier if you didn't talk all the time." He opened the door and patted my head.

I can already tell this is going to be a LONG week.

[bitchybimbos]

one summer ep 1

I wrote this a while back when tsitp was still new. I'm new to writing so please lmk if i missed anything and if i should write more

warnings: partying devoiced parents? drugs not proof read srry

Parties were never really my thing until dad left and mom decided to move next to her best friend's summer house down in cousins. Mom tried to force me to meet her best friend's kids or whatever but I kept avoiding it. “I'm going out, I'll be home later.” I yelled to my mom. “Well what time will you be back? We have dinner with Susanna tonight. I was hoping you would go.” She informs me. “I'll be home around 6:00.” I grab my keys and head out. I let my plug know I'm here. I give him the money he gives me the weed and pills and I head to the beach. I stay a little then head home. “Honey? I bought you this nice baby blue pencil dress for dinner” mom says. “Uh thanks, put it on the chair i'll be down in a sec” i call out running up the stairs. I put the drugs in a slit in my mattress. For later. I slipped into the dress mom bought me. It's nice but a little snug in some areas. “Do really have to go?” i whine. “Yes. now put a smile on that gorgeous face i created.” she jokes. We head in with moms famous extra sauce lasagna. Susanna greats us at the door with a big hug. We go inside and it's so beautiful it's like if you walked into an all white dream house. Two boys come down the stairs. One is a brunet with green-ish eyes tall and not very muscular. The second one a dirty blonde with deep blue eyes almost like you could drown in the. He is tall and skinny but not too skinny. He's wearing nothing but shorts and an open light blue striped button-up. We all sit outside next to the pool. “So y/n your mom told me you like to swim” Susanna announces. “Uh yeah I was on the swim team for a while.” i say. “Well that's really cool. I almost forgot to introduce you to my sons.” she points to the dirty blonde one first. “This is Jeremiah, my second born. And this is my first conrad” she introduces them. After dinner mom hands me my hot pink triangle bikini. I guess we'll be staying longer considering that they both love to talk. I go change and tie my h/c up into a bun. “Wanna hangout in the pool?” Jeremiah asks. “Sure” I sound miserable, oh my god. I walk into the pool just to be splashed by jeremiah. I would usually be upset by this but instead I just laughed and splashed back.”Hey there's a bonfire at the beach tonight are you going?” he questions. “I'm not sure…” who am i kidding i never say no to parties these days. Anything to be out of the house.

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I call my best friend Nia Travers. “What should i wear to the fire? I have my camo pants and calvin klein top with my custom jordans. Or black bell-bottom jeans with my neon green bikini top?” i ask her. “ option 2 because you got them striper tits girl.” she jokes. “Alright i love you bye” “byee” i hang up  and go get ready. “Mom i'm going to a bonfire i'll be back by like 1 or 2 am love you” i yell while walking out. On my way out i grab my papers and weed and sit on a rock and roll 4 joints just in case. I get to the fire and see conrad practically swallowing a girls face. I sit down near the water taking of my green jordans and let the water come onto my feet. “Hey you made it” jeremiah says exidely. “I guess i did” i say. I take a joint out of my bag and light it. I inhale deeply and let a puff of smoke out. Jeremiah pulls it out of my mouth and takes a puff himself. I feel the weed start kicking in after a few more hits. I get up to get a drink “you want a drink?” i ask jeremiah while he's zoning out. “Nu uh you sit i'll get it” he says while getting up. “I need to stretch my legs anyway” i explain. I walk next to him while we go to get some pink Whitney jello shots. After 3-6 shots i was feeling out of it. I could feel the beach spinning. I feel a had placed on my lower back sliding down to my ass. I feel too weak to fight back. “No stop.” I tried to say but it only came out as a murmur. “Y/n? Yo can you stop touching her she's obviously too drunk to allow you to touch her like this don't you think?” jeremiah says gruffly. The guy backs off. Jeremiah leads you to car. “Mmm” i hummed. “What's that y/n?” jeremiah spoke. I gag “OH , um out the window not on the car i just bought it.” he instrucks. I threw up out the window. He drops me off at my house and parks his car. “I'll meet you up stairs.” he whispers. “Mkay.” i hum. I stumble into the house and make it up the stairs. I walked into my room and pretty much fell onto my bed. I hear a knock at my window and I trudge towards it and open it. “Hey lets  get you changed okay?” wipered so he didn't wake up my mom. I’d be kinda awkward to see your best friend's kid in her daughter's bedroom. He pick out a pink tank top and silky pink shorts. He placed them on her bed. “I got you some pajamas to change into” he went on. He turned around to give me some sort of privacy. “Shit. i gotta go” jeremiah cursed under his breath. So he tucked me  into bet and left the same way he came in. 

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The next day i woke up with a roaring head-ach. Surprise surprise. I got up and made myself a bowl of cereal and take 3 ibuprofen. Mom comes down with 5 suitcases looking like were moving to a new state. “Where are you going again?” i ask. “WE are going to stay with susanna because she offered and we need you interact with more people your age” she explains. I roll my eyes. “Don't roll you eyes at me unless you want me to take your phone for the summer.” she threatens. I run upstairs pack up and we head over. Susanna and mom gush over each other and i see the girl conrad was making out with last night sitting next to him with her legs over  his lap. I give her a quick and friendly smile. I look for jeremiah around the house. I find him in the pool with a girl with black-ish brown hair. A swim would feel so nice right now. I go up to the guess room and change into a rectangle baby blue top and a high waisted blue tie up bottom and grab my phone then head out.

(im so sorry if this is acc so bad)