#Ohio’s stealing other states too

[starsinthesky5]

you belong with me III || joe burrow x reader

description: when date night ends with something more than just a goodnight kiss ;)

a/n: first off, can we talk about how delicious joe looks when he wears this specific jersey. it’s literally causing me to spiral. i can't. he’s so fine

anyway, welcome to part 3! yall have shown this little mini series so much love and it’s given me some great inspo to write a little more! i really love writing these fics <3 this turned out to be a lot longer then what I thought off which might explain why i struggled to finish it lol 

warnings: language, smut

word count: 11.6 k

part 1 part 2

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December

You and Joe have been dating for a few weeks now, and things couldn’t be going more perfectly for you both. Ever since your confession on Joe’s birthday, you both had been more attached at the hip than usual, but neither of you was complaining. Nothing really changed in the way you were acting around each other, everything pretty much stayed the same--other than the constant kissing & extra flirty conversations--which was another indication that you were already acting like a couple long before you made it official.

“Joeeee, come back over here I’m cold,” you whined as you looked up from the couch, watching Joe as he warmed up a bowl of popcorn.

“Just a sec, Baby,” he said as he pulled out two cans of Sprite from your fridge. 

Baby. You blushed at the pet name, which was becoming increasingly common for you two. If you had told your freshman year Ohio State self that her best friend, Joe Burrow, would be in her apartment warming up a bowl of popcorn for them to watch the latest episode of ‘Love Island’ together, and was calling her Baby, she would for sure punch you in the face for lying. But the sweetest part was, you wouldn’t be lying because it was reality. 

A few moments later, he walked over with the snacks, placing them on your coffee table and plopping down on the couch next to you. 

“I can’t believe you have me watching trashy reality TV,” he laughs as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. 

“Honestly, me either,” you giggle, kissing his neck. “But I love hearing your commentary,”.

He lets out a chuckle and says, “Thanks, but I mean, these people are wildin’. If you’re actually looking for love, you would never go on a dating show because that shit will never end right,”.

“Oh for sure,” you nod, grabbing some popcorn.

“Like what happened to being a genuine friend? These girls just steal each other’s man like it’s nothing and the guys are absolute airheads and go along with it,” Joe expresses, taking it a little too seriously. 

“Calm down, Joe,” you giggle. “Remember, we watch for the entertainment value not for the ethics,” you say as you rub his arm.

He lets out a sigh and then grabs a handful of popcorn, stuffing his face with the buttery snack. “I just think these people really don’t know real love when they see it,”.

“Luckily, we aren’t them,” you smile, grabbing his hand and pressing a soft kiss to the back of his palm. 

“Ohhh yeah,” he says, moving his other arm around your leg, gently sliding his hand up and down your calf. “I have real love and I am never letting go of it,”.

“You better not,” you tease, moving your head up and pressing a few kisses to his lips, tasting the buttery popcorn on them. 

“We still good for tomorrow night?” he asks, referring to the little date night he had planned at his house. 

“Mhm, I can’t wait to see what you have planned,” you say as you grab some more popcorn. 

“I think you’ll love it,” he smirks, pressing soft kisses all over your forehead. He had decorated his backyard with fairy lights, making sure to hang them all around his patio set up so that there was no darkness in sight. He had bought your favorite flowers and decorated his backyard with them, got his chef to prepare all your favorite foods, and even got you a little gift. 

He had his jeweler custom make you a ring that had your birthstones in an alternating pattern all around the ring with diamonds in between each stone. The ring was kind of like a promise ring, but mostly something that he got for you to show that you were it for him. Even though it was way too early to think about that, Joe could envision spending the rest of his life with you. So it was kind of like a mini engagement ring, just without the whole marriage detail, for now. 

“What should I wear? Something laid back orrrr..” you ask.

“Wear what you want to wear,” he smirks. “You look Sexy and Beautiful in everything,”. 

A blush rises on your cheeks and you feel your belly filling with butterflies again. It was amazing to hear him say those things about you. He already made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, but his endless compliments just made everything better. 

“God, it feels so great to finally be able to say that to you,” he adds, throwing his head back against the pillow. 

“You’re so cute,” you laugh, moving your legs so that you are now sitting in his lap, pressing kisses all over his face. His hands run across your thighs, then eventually move up to your waist. His fingers softly scratch against the fabric of your shirt, and then make their way inside so that you can feel them against your bare skin. 

“But seriously, what should I wear?” you ask.

“Hmm, maybe that lacy black dress you wore to your sister’s engagement party,” he sighs, his hands now sliding higher up your body.

“Why that particular dress?” you smirk, knowing exactly why he wanted you to wear that dress. You took him to her engagement party as your plus 1 and his reaction when he saw you in the dress for the first time should have been a dead giveaway about how he felt about you.

“Because,” he says, his fingers teasing the band of your bra, increasing the tension around you. “The first time I saw you in that dress is still burned into my mind and I would love a repeat of it,”. You feel his fingers slide into the cup of your bra, giving your breast a soft squeeze. 

“Oh really?” you smirk, moving both your hands to each of his shoulders. “What did you think when you first saw me in the dress?”.

“Other than that you looked heavenly,” he starts off, causing you to blush again. “Like I wanted to kiss my way up your arm,” he says, removing his hands from underneath your shirt, then moving his lips to your arm and doing what he was saying. You closed your eyes and let out a few short breaths as you felt him pressing wet kisses along your arm. 

“Then, I wanted to leave a few pretty purple marks around your neck so that people could see you were mine,” he says, moving to your neck and sucking on the soft skin.

“Joe,” you breathe out, a warm feeling now replacing the butterflies in your belly. You move your hand into his hair, pulling at the strands and relishing his touch. 

“And then, I wanted to rip the dress off your perfect body and show you how much I loved you,” he says, moving up from your neck and meeting your eyes. 

“Damn, I didn’t think you felt so..” you trail off, trying to find the right word.

“Horny?” he says, causing a laugh to leave your lips.

“I was gonna say passionate but horny works too,” you finish. “Who knew Joey B could have such impure thoughts about his so-called bestie,” you tease. 

“That’s just 1 occasion out of a million others in which I felt like ripping your clothes off,” he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your body.

You felt like you were about to pass out from the heat rising up your body because of your boyfriend’s alluring words & thoughts. Who knew that Joe could ever be capable of thinking that way about you? And who knew he was capable of making you feel like this? You wanted nothing more than to rip off his clothes right now and have your way with him.

“I could list even more occasions in which I wanted to rip that Jersey off your body and take you for a spin after every game,” you wink.

“Oh yeah?” he smirks. “Why didn’t you do anything about it then?” he says while rubbing your ass.

“Hmm, maybe because you were spoken for at the time and I didn’t want to be the other woman,” you joke, moving his bangs out of his eyes. 

“Please, if you gave me ‘fuck me’ eyes for even a second, I wouldn’t have hesitated to make you the woman,” he said. 

“I feel like I’m committing a crime saying all these things to you,” you blink, feeling like you were doing something forbidden by acting like this with Joe. 

“Oh me too. If our Ohio State selves walked in through the door right now, they would probably be traumatized for the rest of their lives,” Joe chuckles, your eyes wandering to his perfectly soft pink lips that you had been obsessed with for the past few weeks. With Joe, you were acting like you were a teenage girl who had just gotten her first boyfriend, all of the childish yet insatiable feelings were rising to the surface. 

“Then they would for sure be missing out,” you mumble as you push yourself closer to his body, capturing his lips in a messy kiss, taking him by surprise. His hands grip your waist as he pulls you even closer, your crotch right on top of his, and a feeling of hardness underneath you that makes you pull away from the kiss. 

You meet his eyes which are now dark with lust, “Joe I-,”.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he soothes as he rubs your thigh to comfort you. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to,”.

 “I know it’s a lot even though we’re like, adults now” he laughs, softening the air around you. 

“Could you be any more perfect,” you whisper out loud. 

“Hm?” he questions.

“You didn’t even know what I was going to say,” you mumble as you start pressing kisses on his jaw, trailing down to his neck as you can feel him move around underneath you, trying to find pleasure in just sitting there. You pull your head back up and meet his eyes again, “I was going to say that I need you,”. 

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” you say as you kiss his right cheek. “Positively,” you say as you kiss his left cheek. “Sure,” you say as you press a big kiss on his lips, hearing Joe let out a soft groan into the kiss and feeling him melt into you as you suck on his bottom lip. 

Your kisses became more urgent and needy as Joe’s hands wandered down to your ass and then back up to your waist. His grip on you tightens, prompting you to moan into the kiss. He gets up from the couch, still holding you while you were attacking his lips, and walks you both over to your bedroom. 

He kicks your door shut as you pull away from the kiss to look at him for a few seconds. You press your forehead against his and whisper, “I love you,” with the biggest smile on your face. 

“I love you even more,” he replies, softly placing you down on your bed before climbing on top of you; you open up your legs to accommodate his large body before going back to kissing him.

He moves down to your neck, kissing and sucking on the skin as you start to realize what was happening. Yeah, you were insinuating that you wanted to go there but that was purely coming from your heart. Now, your brain was awake. 

You were about to have sex with Joe. 

Yes, you had been dating for a few weeks now and this was bound to happen considering how you two couldn’t keep your hands off of each other, but it was actually happening for real this time and you were freaking out. But it wasn’t like you were afraid; you knew he would be the most gentle and considerate person ever. You were feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. What if he didn’t like it? What if it wasn’t as good as what he might have been used to with other girls?

Other girls. The thought of other girls being in this position with your boyfriend made you want to rip your eyelashes out. Was he feeling the same way about you though? The same feeling of bitterness at the thought of you being like this with other guys?

Oh, the things you would do to just get your brain to turn off for a few hours. You were pulled out of your trance, letting out a moan as Joe had seemingly just found your sweet spot.

“There it is,” he smiled as he continued to nip and suck at the skin, surely leaving a purple spot there like he wanted to. His left hand gripped your jaw, pushing your head to the side to expose the skin of your neck a little more. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered at the increased pressure on your neck and the gush of wetness pooling your core. 

He began to slip his fingers into your sweatpants, but before he could get too far, a blaring & piercing sound filled your bedroom. You looked down and saw the noise was coming from Joe’s pocket, probably from his phone. Then you looked over to the clock on your nightstand, the time reading 7:30, which made you let out an internal sigh of relief. 

But why were you relieved? You wanted this to happen.

“Joe,” you say, trying to get his attention but he was still spending time on your neck. “It’s time to go, Baby,”.

“Mmm, I can be late by an hour,” he mumbles, kissing up your neck and to your jaw. 

“Uhhh,” you say as you place your hands around his head and move it back up to your view. “You have practice tomorrow morning and we both know how cranky you get when you don’t get enough sleep during the season. And it’s December football so you cannot miss a single practice,”. 

“But–,” he starts to say.

“I know, I know,” you giggle. “But I’ll make it up to you soon, I swear,” you say, sealing your promise with a kiss.

He stares into your eyes for a few seconds before sighing, “Fine,”.

“But I expect to be compensated for this sooner rather than later,” he says as he moves off of you, reaching out to help you off the bed.

“Trust me, you will,” you say as you move your messy hair out of your face. You walk over to your vanity to grab a hairclip while Joe fixes his clothes and some other things. You look into the mirror, a shriek leaving your lips as you examine your neck. 

Joe flips his head around to you, “What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Joseph Lee!” you yell. “My neck!”.

He walks over and leans his head to look at your neck, laughing at what you were screaming about. “I told you. Pretty purple marks to show people you’re mine,” he winks before opening up your bedroom door, leaving you speechless at your mirror. Seeing this side of Joe for the first time was so weird for you since for years the relationship between you two had just barely grazed over the zone you were in now, so all this was unexplored. 

Even though it was strange and new, you loved every single part of it. He was making you feel things that no other guy could make you feel; feelings that had yet to be brought out, but now were because of him. 

A few minutes later, you help Joe gather his things before walking him to your apartment door. His hands wrap around your waist as yours loop around his neck, holding each other in a hug for a few moments. 

“I don’t want to go,” he mumbles against your head. 

“Hey, I’ll see you tomorrow night at least,” you say, rubbing the nape of his neck. 

“Mmm, I just wish we could always be near each other. 9 years of waiting plus not being able to wake up to your pretty face and kiss you goodnight every day is killing me,” he sighs. 

“I told you that my lease is up in 2 months,” you say, meeting his eyes. 

“2 months is so long,” he pouts. Joe had casually asked you a week ago what your thoughts were about living together at his house. He said that you both had already gotten comfy around each other since you have known each other for so long, so living together wouldn’t be so bad, but he also didn’t want to move things along too fast if you weren’t ready. You quickly shut down that thought and told him that you’d been waiting for nearly a decade, so you were definitely not rushing into anything. So naturally, you said yes. The thought of living with him felt like a dream, and now you were a step away from it being a reality. 

“They’ll pass by faster than you think,” you smile, pressing a kiss to his lips to make him feel better. 

“They better,” he says, returning your kiss with two more kisses. His lips were always so soft and felt like clouds against yours. There were so many times you didn’t want to stop kissing him because it felt like heaven and as if you were floating.  

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Okay?” You say, pressing your head against his chest and going back to the hug.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, pressing another kiss to your head. 

“I love you,” you say, moving your head up to press a kiss to his chin.

“Babe, I’m not gonna leave if you keep kissing me,” he laughed.

You move your head out from his chest again and say, “If you don’t leave, we’re going to be doing a lot more than just kissing and I do not feel like having the entire team on my ass for making you skip practice,”. 

“Fair enough,” he sighs as he lets go of you. “I love you,” he says back, pressing a final kiss to your lips before opening up the door and exiting your apartment.

“Good night,” he says softly as his eyes twinkle in the light of the hallway. 

“Night, Joey,” you smile back, slowly closing the door as the smile on your face stays. You turn around and press your back to the door as that feeling of giddiness, caused by Joe, remains in your body. 

The Next Day

You finish applying the last bit of your lipgloss before grabbing your car keys and heading for your door. You took one final glance in the entryway mirror, making sure that everything was perfect. 

You were wearing the dress Joe had wanted you to wear which hugged your body in all the right places, especially around your breasts. You had the tennis bracelet he gave you on your left wrist and a small diamond chain around your neck, which still had purple marks around it that you didn’t bother to hide. You also grabbed a black cardigan to wear on top of the dress since it was pretty chilly out tonight. The red lipgloss you had put on pulled the whole look together, and you looked hot. You smiled at your appearance and sent Joe a text telling him you were on your way before grabbing your purse and heading out the door. 

Meanwhile, Joe was out in his backyard making sure that everything was perfect for his little date night. 

He had started a fire at the fire pit, hoping the warmth would find its way over the dining table a few feet away. Pots of flowers he had gotten--pink and white carnations--were scattered around the corners of the deck and his chef had prepared a delicious dinner for you both. Joe had requested that he make chicken potstickers, kung pao chicken with fried rice, spicy garlic noodles, and red velvet cupcakes for dessert. Everything was your favorite, and he made sure that it was flawless. The ring he had gotten made for you was sitting in his pocket, and he couldn’t wait to give it to you. 

The fairy lights he hung up a few days ago were still going strong and the entire backyard was now covered by a warm glow, no darkness in sight, just like he had wanted. That’s how Joe felt with you in his life. You were the fairy lights. You filled his world with light, getting rid of all the darkness and emptiness that was there before. 

“Shit, need music,” Joe mumbled under his breath as he realized he was forgetting something. He walked back inside the house and grabbed his speaker from the living room, hooking his phone up to it and bringing it back outside. He decided to put on your playlist, smiling as he scrolled through the songs and saw all the new ones you two had added over the last few weeks. Joe had added “Fooled Around And Fell In Love” by Elvin Bishop, “Head Over Heels” by Tears for Fears, and “Heavenly” by Cigarettes After Sex. You had added “My Love Mine All Mine” by Mitski, “Margaret” by Lana Del Rey, and “Dress” by Taylor Swift. 

Although Joe wasn’t the biggest fan of Taylor Swift’s music--because it wasn’t his particular taste--he had grown fond of her love songs, particularly “Dress”. The song lyrics were just a little too relatable for both of you. 

The sound of his doorbell snapped him out of his daze, looking at his messages and realizing you were here. He tapped shuffle, threw his phone onto the couch outside, and ran over to the main door to let you in.

While you were waiting at the door, you pulled out your phone to get another look at yourself, making sure that everything was perfect. Your eyes moved to your cardigan that was covering the dress, the dress that Joe had specially asked you to wear. 

You put your phone away and shrugged off the cardigan as it was ruining the vibe you were going for. You looked hot, and the cardigan did not emphasize that. “A little cold didn’t hurt anyone,” you muttered as you heard the door lock click and open. 

Joe opened the door, his heart skipping a beat as he laid his eyes on you. You looked absolutely desirable and angelic, and he was definitely feeling a repeat of how he felt when he first saw you in this dress. The same feeling of attraction and need.

“Hey,” you smiled as you straightened out your dress.

“Hey,” he smiled back. “Come in, it’s cold out there,” he says as he stretches his hand out to lead you inside the house. 

You place your hand in his as he leads you inside, and then you put your stuff on the kitchen island before turning around to face him again. You watch as his eyes move from your feet to your bare legs, to your hips, to your chest which was covered by black lace from the dress, to your neck that still has purple marks from yesterday, and up to your beautiful face. Although the dress you had on was made for you, it was making him want to rip it off right now. He wanted to skip dinner and get straight to dessert, and he was not talking about the red velvet cupcakes. 

“Like what you see?” you giggle as you pull him closer.

“You look fucking incredible, Y/N,” he whispers, his hands sliding across the silk fabric of your dress. 

“All for you,” you say before you press a kiss to his lips, but quickly pull away as you smell something delicious. 

“What is that?” you say as your eyes light up.

He lets out a soft laugh before grabbing your hand and leading you out to the backyard, “Our Date,”.

“Our date’s outside?” you wonder as he pulls you out the patio door, stopping you at the bottom of the steps. Your mouth falls open as your eyes move up to the lights hanging all around the deck, brightening his usually dark backyard. 

“Holy shit,” you whisper as you let go of his hand and walk further onto the deck. Your eyes move to the corners of the deck, noticing pots of your favorite flowers all around. Your eyes then navigate to the lit fire pit and the dining table a few feet away, which had all of your favorite foods on it. 

You flip around to face Joe, who is standing on the steps with his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. “Joe, did you do all this?” you asked him.

“Maaayyybee,” he blushes as he looks at the sky and bounces back and forth on his feet. 

You run back over to him and leap into his arms, pulling him in for a big hug as you press kisses on his cheek. “I love you so so so much. This is so perfect,” you beam. 

“I’m so glad you like it,” he says as he sways you back and forth. His hand sliding down to your ass, giving it a soft squeeze, sending electricity throughout your body. 

“Nobody’s ever done this much for me for a date,” you say as you pull away from the hug, cupping his face with your hands and rubbing his soft skin. 

“Well, like I said before. I’m setting the standards in the boyfriend department,” he smiles as he moves his hand around your back and leads you over to the dining table. 

“Please, you are the standard,” you laugh as he pulls out your chair for you. Joe helps you settle in your chair before walking over and dragging his chair closer to yours and then sitting in it. 

“This food looks beyond amazing,” you say as you look at all the delicious foods as Joe starts to fill your plate.

“You have good taste,” he smiles.

“Oh, I know,” you wink as you take the plate from him. Joe grabs his water, taking a sip to hopefully calm down the impure thoughts he was feeling at the sight of you. “Not just in food though,” you add as you give Joe a loaded look, making him almost choke on his water.  

“Oh really? What else do you have good taste in?” he teases as he places his water back down.

“Hmmm, I think I have pretty good taste in NFL Quarterbacks too,” you wink. 

“Quarterbacks plural?” he says as he raises his eyebrow.

“Yeah, I think that guy from Kansas is pretty cute too,” you lie as you take a bite of the spicy noodles. 

Joe’s face drops as if he just saw a ghost and he feels his heart stop for a second, making you burst out laughing. “Oh my god, you should see your face,” you laugh as you put down your fork and throw your head back, your entire body shaking from his reaction.

“That is not funny,” he says with a straight face. 

“Aww, poor baby got a little jelly?” you giggle as you come back forward and grab his hand. 

“You don’t have to worry. The only Quarterback I have my eyes on is 6’3, has dirty blonde hair, is from Ohio, plays for the superior Ohio football team, and can plan a killer date night for his girlfriend,” you say as you lean over to kiss his cheek. 

“Good, because I heard that QB only has eyes for 1 girl as well,” he smiles.

“Hm, I wonder who she is?” you say as you bat your eyelashes.

“Well from what I heard, she’s suuuper funny, gorgeous, loves trashy reality TV, is a big football girl, and knows exactly how to make a guy fall head over heels in love with her,” he says before taking a bite of the kung pao chicken. 

“Did you say that last part because of the song that’s playing right now?” you laugh as you hear the melody of “Head over Heels” in the background. 

“Now that’s just a beautiful coincidence because I meant that for real,”.

“Well, I have a good feeling that the girl feels the same way about the Quarterback,” you say as you move your foot to touch his.

“Perfect, I know he’ll be happy to hear that,” he smiles. 

A little later, you both are digging into the yummy dinner as you talk about upcoming games, your schedules, and your sister’s wedding.

“So, you’re good to go with me to Kaylee’s wedding in a couple weeks right?” you ask as you shove another spoonful of rice into your mouth. 

“Mhm,” Joe nods as he finishes chewing the chicken. “I think I have a few suits I can pick from that can match your dress,”.

“Great, I’ll text her tomorrow,” you say as you finish up the last bit of food on your plate. “They’ll be so excited to see you and you know Kaylee will be on our asses for finally making a move on each other,”.

“Oh I am well aware,” he says as he takes one final bite before grabbing your plates and stacking them up to take inside. “I can only imagine how many people we’ll get bombarded by at the wedding,”.

“Bring some edibles or something. I don’t think I’ll be able to sit through the reception without something to take off the edge,” you say as you reach down to unstrap your heels. 

“You got it,” he smiles. “It’s getting pretty cold so why don’t you move over to the day bed by the fire pit and I’ll bring the cupcakes out over there. I’m sure it’s warmer there anyways,” he says as he gets up and starts to clean up the table.

“You don’t want any help?” you ask as you get up from your chair. 

“I’m good,” he smiles. “You just sit over there and look pretty like you always do,”. 

“I love you,” you yell as make grabby hands towards him and you walk backward to the day bed.

“I love you more,” he echoes as he walks inside. 

You hop onto the daybed, feeling the warmth of the fire pit gravitate toward you which was the best feeling since you were pretty cold now, especially since your dress wasn't really helping.  You leaned back against the pillows as you looked up at the fairy lights, humming along to the music playing in the background; a smile appeared on your face as you realized the song that was playing. 

“Say my name and everything just stops, I don’t want you like a best friend,” you mumble, reciting the song lyrics. “Only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off–”. 

“Oh, I will be,” Joe winks, snapping you out of your daze. 

You look back straight and see Joe standing in front of you, holding a plate with 2 red velvet cupcakes. 

“Hello, again,” you say as you sit up straight and scooch over to make room for Joe. 

“You warm enough?” Joe asks as he settles in next to you, his body warmth making you even more warmer.

“Now that you’re here, absolutely,” you say as you press a kiss on his cheek while you grab a cupcake from the plate. You take a bite of the cupcake, Joe, attentively watching you as you close your eyes and let out a groan because of how good it is. 

“Mmmm, that’s the best thing I’ve ever had,” you open your eyes as you wipe your lips with the back of your hand. You look at Joe, who seems to still be staring at you, not saying a single word. He was thinking about how this was his life. How you were his life and he still hadn’t processed that this was real yet. He felt like he was dreaming and he was 1 moment away from waking up and all this being over. 

“Hey, you okay?” you ask as you put the cupcake back down on the plate.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he says while running his fingers through his hair.

“You were staring,” you say as you tilt your head to the side, the purple marks on your neck now fully visible because of the light shining on you from above.

“Just thinking,” he says, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Care to let me in?” you ask as you sit on your knees. “Just because we’re a couple doesn’t mean we still can’t talk about how we’re feeling,”.

He lets out a soft laugh before placing his hand on your knee, “It’s nothing bad. Just thinking about us,” he says. 

“Oh?” you say as you look up at him. 

“Again, nothing bad. I just can’t believe that this is real life and I know that sounds dumb, but it’s true. Having you with me was already the best part of doing what I’m doing, but now having you with me as my girlfriend, as my partner, just feels–,”.

“Unreal?” you interrupt, letting out a laugh when you see Joe shaking his head with a grin on his face. 

“Very Unreal,” he says, reaching for something in his pocket. 

“I feel the same way. I know it's only been a few weeks, but I already know this is everything I’ve been waiting for,” you grin. 

“We’re always on the same page about everything aren’t we?” he says as he pulls out a little box from his pocket.

“My favorite thing about us,” you say as you look down at the box. Before you could ask him what that was, he said something else.

“I just want you to know that you are the most important person in the world to me, and I love you more than words can describe. Everything about you just works for me, it always has and it always will. You light up my life, just like how these lights are lighting up the backyard,” he says as he opens the box. “You’re it for me, Y/N. My best friend, my twin flame, my girlfriend, and the person that I want with me for as long as we’re on this planet. Or any other planet if we end up going to Mars or something in the future,”. 

You feel like you’re slowly melting away at his words and then you look down at what was in the box, now feeling tears pool in your eyes. “Sooo, to show you that, I got you a little something,” he says as he takes the ring out of the box. 

“Joe, I- I,” you barely say before the tears fall from your eyes. He looks up and notices the tears falling from your eyes, puts the ring down, and starts to wipe your cheeks. 

“Hey, why are you crying?” he softly asks.

“Because,” you laugh through the tears. “You’re perfect. Everything about you is fucking perfect,” you say as you stuff your face into his neck. 

He wraps his arm around your waist and moves your hair to the side, “I hope that’s a good thing?” he asks.

“It’s a great thing” you giggle before pulling your face out from his neck. “Can I see it?” you ask as you wipe your eyes and nose.

“Duhh,” he smiles as he picks up the ring again. “Both of our birthstones in an alternating pattern, 9 diamonds to represent the 9 years we’ve known each other, and the date we met plus the date we became an official couple engraved on the inside,”. 

“How do you think of these things?” you ask as you feel fireworks setting off in your heart at how much detail he put into designing the ring. The ring was gorgeous, and it was definitely a pretty penny. “But this was probably really expensive,” you say.

“We’re not doing that again. You said the same thing when I got you this bracelet,” he says as he touches the tennis bracelet on your wrist. “And what did I say?”.

“In case you forgot, I am a millionaire now, and you never wanna upset a millionaire,” you say, recalling his words from a few years ago. 

“Exactly,” he says as he eyes your hands, trying to decide which finger to put it on. 

You watch as his eyes dart from one hand to the other, then eventually setting on your right hand, slipping the ring onto your 4th finger. 

“Why that finger specifically?” you ask.

“It’s your right hand’s ring finger,” he shrugs.

“Soooo,” you say, expecting more for the reasoning behind it.

“Your left hand’s ring finger is being saved for another ring that I’ll give you later on, so this was the next best thing,” he says so casually. He was talking about your ring finger, the ring finger. He wanted to put that ring on it. 

You lean forward and pull him in for a kiss, not needing to say anything else to him because he already knows how you feel. You feel his hands travel down to your waist, gently picking you up and placing you in his lap. His hands travel up and down your sides, and then you feel him pull away from the kiss which makes you let out a little groan. 

“Have I told you how Sexy you look tonight?” he says, his lips all glossy from yours. 

“Ohh yeah," you nod. "Have I told you how great of a Boyfriend you are?” you ask him as you slide your hands up and down his chest.

“Yeah, a couple of times,” he teases. “But seriously, you look hot. Like incomprehensibly hot,”.

“You still thinking those same thoughts you felt when you first saw me in this dress?” you ask as you move your face closer to his, pressing feather-light kisses on his jaw. 

His hands move down to cup your ass and his head shifts so that his mouth was right by your ear, “Those thoughts plus maybe a few more. Why don’t I show you in my room?” he whispers, setting off that warm feeling in your stomach again. 

“Sounds perfect,” you say as you kiss around his neck, hoping to leave a purple spot there just like he did for you yesterday. 

He holds your waist tightly as he slides off the daybed, your legs wrapping around his as his hands slide to your ass again. You hide your face in his neck as he quickly closes the fire pit and unplugs all the lights before walking back inside. 

Once you’re back inside his warm house, you move your head out of his neck and go back to kissing him. You were so lost in his lips that you didn’t even realize you had made it up to his room until you heard him close the door. Your eyes looked to your left towards his bed, stopping at his bookshelf and at the photo of you two that Joe said was his favorite a few weeks ago. You smiled at the thought of how things had changed from then to now, still not quite believing that this was real. 

He places you down on his bed before crawling on top of you, the same position as yesterday before you got interrupted by his alarm. You feel his lips travel from your jaw down to your neck again, slightly sucking on the already bruised spots, making you let out a whimper. 

“Joe,” you blubbered at the slight sting you felt. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll leave your neck alone,” he chuckles as he moves down to your chest. Your chest was lined with the lacy part of the dress, and Joe felt like a kid in a candy store. He started to press kisses along your soft skin, moving one hand to the strap of the dress and pulling it down slowly. You closed your eyes, feeling desire building inside your body with every touch and kiss from Joe. He pulls down the straps of the dress, his eyes widening at the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra and this was his first time seeing you naked. 

“No Bra?” he asks as he looks up. 

You feel shy all of a sudden and open your eyes, remembering you didn’t put one on since the dress held them pretty well. You move your hands to cover your chest, but Joe stops them before you can. 

“You are beautiful, Y/N. No need to hide,” he says as he presses a kiss to your chest again, getting rid of all your shy thoughts. “Absolutely gorgeous,”. 

“But, no bra makes it seem like you came over with an agenda tonight,” he laughs as he kisses down to your nipple.

“I told you that you’d be compensated sooner rather than–,” you smile before you feel Joe wrap his lips around your nipple and swirl his tongue around the bud. “Oh my god,” you moan at the contact. His tongue continues to work its magic around your sensitive bud, prompting a few gasps and whimpers to leave your lips as you play with his hair. 

“Joe,” you moan as you squirm underneath him, feeling him move from your chest and down your body. He moves down your body, pressing wet open-mouthed kisses along the way as he pulls the dress down with him.

“God, you’re so pretty,” he mumbles as he kisses your stomach. “And your skin is so soft,”.

You smile as you hear him continue to praise you while pleasuring you, making sure that you feel good about yourself in every way possible, physically & internally. 

He moves to your arm, “Absolutely stunning,” he says as he presses a kiss to your forearm. He then moves back to your stomach, “Drop dead gorgeous,” he says as he presses a kiss to your hips. “Hottest girl I’ve ever come across,” he says as he presses a kiss to your belly button. “And all mine,” he says as his lips graze over the sensitive spot on your belly close to your heat, feeling a gush of wetness pool at your core. 

“Shit,” you moan and pull on his hair as you feel him kiss that spot on your stomach, feeling butterflies flying through your stomach. He was so sweet, even in the most heated moments, and that was another thing you adored about Joe. 

“Found another sweet spot I guess,” he chuckles as he presses another kiss to it before moving down to your core. He pulls your dress all the way down your body, now leaving you in nothing but your panties. He looks at you for a few moments, seeing you in your most natural form in front of him, and it makes him feel like he is on cloud 9. The fact that you were so comfortable around him, especially like this, was another reason why he is absolutely obsessed with you. You felt comfortable with him emotionally & physically, and he felt the same with you. 

“You good?” He asks before going further.

“I’m great,” you smile as you make grabby hands towards him.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he says.

“That’ll never happen, but okay,” you smile. 

He comes back over you, pushing his lips against yours in a messy kiss that has you both gasping for air and feeling more needy than before. You feel his hand travel down to your thigh, his fingers massaging the plush skin before he pulls away and goes back down to your core. 

You feel your brain click, just like it did last night, as you realize what was going to happen. You feel his hands teasing the band of your panties before you feel his lips on your inner thigh. You feel him suck and nip at the skin, definitely leaving another mark.

“You love marking me up don’t you?” You laugh.

“People gotta know that you’re mine,” he says as he sucks on the skin of your inner thigh. The words coming out of his mouth were still new to you. The thought of Joe, your Joe, doing this to you and saying these words to you was something you never thought would be possible. 

Before you could say something else, you feel him ghost his fingers over your slit, feeling your wetness seeping out of your panties. “So wet for me,” he chuckles before he pulls down your panties and throws them to the side. 

You start to feel those nerves again, so you close your eyes, hoping rid of those thoughts. The cool air of the room hits your core at the same time as you feel Joe’s mouth lick a long stripe from your folds to your clit, sending the first waves of pleasure throughout your body. “Mmm,” you whimper as you throw your head to the side, your fingers twirling the strands of his hair as his mouth starts to go unhinged on your core.

Wet slurping sounds fill the room along with your breaths that are coming out in short gasps. Joe’s mouth was magic, pure magic, and you were mad at yourself for missing out on this for all those years you stayed away. 

“Joey, fuck don’t stop,” you shamelessly moan as you push his head closer to your core, feeling him groan into you as he continues to lap at your folds. You could feel his soft scruff rubbing against your lower half, the real feeling of it better than what you had imagined it felt like. 

“You taste like heaven,” he says as he presses kisses around your skin before attaching his lips to your sensitive clit, sending intense shocks of pleasure throughout your body.

“Fuck, Joe,” you moan as you start to arch your back, but he gently pushes you back down before moving his hand to cup your breast, his thumb sliding across your nipple while his mouth continues to send you to heaven. “God, you’re so good,” you whined. You were melting under his touch, letting him do whatever he wanted to you, and it felt so right. The way his mouth was worshipping you was sending you into overdrive, his soft lips caressing every part and making you lose all control, but you were trying to keep it together. 

He looked up for a few seconds, watching you struggle to hold it together as the sounds coming from your mouth were absolutely unhinged, a juxtaposition to your facial expression. He watched as your free hand was gripping the sheets, your knuckles losing color at the tight grip you had on them. Every time you moaned his name, it felt like everything would just stop, and he loved it. 

His hand slides down from your breast to your thigh, gripping the back of it to throw your leg over his shoulder, opening you up even more. You feel his tongue thrust into your core, just as you start to feel your pleasure building up while his thumb was rubbing circles around your clit. 

“I’m so close,” you whisper as you open up your eyes and look down at him, feeling incredibly dazed at the sight of him doing what he is doing right now. He moves his lips from your core up to your clit, rhythmically sucking and swirling the bud before you let out another moan. 

“Oh my god,” you whine as you feel your pleasure begging to be released. You let go of the sheets, stuffing both your hands into Joe’s hair and grinding against his mouth. The combination of his tongue and your movements push you towards your orgasm as you feel the band in your belly snap hard, seeing stars for the first time in a long time; almost feeling like you had just fallen into a cloud of pink dust and the room had just gotten 10 times brighter, and it was all because of the man in front of you. 

“Joe,” you whimper as you throw your head to the side and smile into the pillow, waves of pleasure crashing over you as he continues to lap at your folds, softly rubbing your shaking thighs and milking every last drop of your orgasm. He continued to lap at your folds, a little more delicately than before. Then he moved back up to your face, he watched as you continued to grin into the pillow, soft moans and whimpers still leaving your lips as you came down from your high. A few moments later, you open up your eyes, panting from the aftermath of your orgasm, seeing Joe’s face just inches from yours. 

His lips and chin were coated with your wetness, his cheeks were flushed, and his hair was all messy. He wiped his chin with his hand before bringing it to his mouth to clean your wetness off of him. 

“How was it?” he pants, praying that you enjoyed it and felt good. He wanted nothing more than to make you, the love of his life, feel good. It’s all he has ever wanted. 

“You’re really fucking good at that,” you breathe out before you pull him closer and kiss him again. You could taste yourself on his lips and that made the kiss even more sweeter. Your tongues tangled in each other's mouths as you moved your hands to his back, stuffing them underneath his shirt and tracing his torso with your freshly manicured nails. You pulled his shirt higher, signaling that you wanted it off. He pulled away from your lips for a few seconds and took his shirt off before going back to you, his lips sucking on your top lip, almost biting it at the feeling of your hands finding themselves inside his pants.

Before you got lost in his lips again, you pulled away, leaving him a little breathless and very needy. “Mm, come back,” he whispered as he moved to kiss you again.

“I think you forgot to take something else off too,” you say as hold his face just inches from your mouth while you look down at his pants.

“Damn, straight to it?” He laughed as he got off of you and started to take his pants off.

“We’ve been waiting for way too long for us to not get straight to it,” you say as you watch him take them off. The nerves only get stronger as your brain starts to fully wake up, and the thoughts of last night come right back. You were about to see him fully naked and have sex, and there was a very real possibility that he wouldn’t enjoy it. But at the same time, why wouldn’t he? He loves you, and he made it very clear that you were the one for him; you both wanted this to happen, and you even said it to each other’s faces many times. 

“No, No No. Stop it Y/N. He loves you,” you think to yourself, trying to get out of your head again. You watch as he is just left in his boxers, expecting him to pull them down any second, but he just stands there with a straight face. 

“Everything alright?” you ask him.

“I don’t have any condoms,” he says as he rubs the back of his neck. 

You stay silent for a few seconds, “I’m on the pill,” you tell him, feeling even more nervous at the thought of him fucking you without any barriers. 

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna force you into doing something if you don’t feel comfortable,” he asks.

“Joe, I promise you that it’s fine,” you say as you give him a sincere smile. 

He nods his head before he pulls down his boxers, your breath hitching as you look down and see him fully bare for the first time. You felt like you were back in high school and hooking up with a guy for the first time since you were feeling all of the same feelings again; excitement, hesitation, desire, and tension. 

“Are you still good?” He asks as he moves onto the bed, pumping his cock as he gets in between your legs.

“You’re just so-,”.

“I know,” he laughs. “But I promise, you can handle it,”.

“Oh really? What makes you so sure?” You tease.

“Because I know you and you never back down from a challenge,” he winks. 

You let out a soft laugh as you looked down again. Your smile faltered as the thoughts in your head only got louder and now your face was showing it, and he was noticing. 

“Hey, you okay?” he asked as he stopped and cupped your face.

“I’m fine,” you sigh.

“Talk to me, Y/N. I know you’re not fine,”.

You let out another sigh, knowing you could never lie to him, “Just nervous I guess,”.

“Am I making you nervous?” He asks as he moves a few strands of hair out of your face.

“No, no. God no. It’s just that I keep thinking you won’t like it, and then I think about the other girls that have been in this position before,” you confess.

He stares deeply into your eyes for a few seconds, his heart dropping at the thought of you feeling like this because you were thinking about other girls.

“You’re crazy if you think I won’t like this. And stop thinking about other girls,” he says. “Look around. You’re the only girl in my bed, you’re the only girl that will be in my bed, and you’re the only girl that gets to have me like this,” he reassures you. 

It felt as if your brain had just gotten a soft blanket and pillow, preparing itself to take a nap and finally turn off for the night, and it was because of Joe. He always got you out of your head when you were too far gone and this was just another example of it. 

“I love you,” you say as you look into his baby blue eyes, filled with desire for you. 

“I love you more than anything in the world. Will you finally let me show you?” He asks as he presses a kiss to your nose. 

“Of course,” you say as you press a deep and passion-filled kiss onto his lips.

He pulls away and says, “Let me know if you want to stop, let me know if it hurts, and let me know if it’s too much,”.

“Joe,” you blink.

“What?” he asks.

“I’ve had sex before,” you laugh.

“Okay, but you haven’t had sex with me before,” he says as he raises his brow.

“Fair point,” You giggle.

“Just know that I'm here and that you’re safe,” he says before you start to feel pressure down below, his cock slowly sliding through your drenched folds.

“Okay,” you whimper as you throw your head to the side, feeling a slight sting at the sensation of him stretching you out. A few gasps leave your lips at the fullness you felt, and then a whine when you feel him stop. “Don’t stop,” you said 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans as he slides in all the way, feeling your cushiony walls wrap around him for the first time. 

“Joe,” you whisper, moving your face so that you are looking into each other's eyes. He starts to thrust into you, setting a slow pace so that you can get used to the feeling. The slow rhythmic pace he set made your toes curl, the feeling of him inside of you was unlike anything you’d ever felt before and you loved it. The way he held you close to him, the sounds leaving his lips, and the feeling of being fucked by him was all too much for you. 

Faint sounds of skin hitting skin filled the room as he moved deeper inside of you with each well-placed thrust. He grabbed your leg, cupping the back of your knee and placing it around his waist, opening you up even more for him to go deeper. 

“Yeah,” you moan as you feel him moving closer to your G-spot. The new angle allows him to move deeper into you, reaching new territory each time he pushes into you. 

“Does it feel good?” He pants as he presses kisses around your jaw.

“Feels fucking amazing,” you say as you open your eyes and move your other leg around his waist. You move your hand into his hair again and push his face closer to yours, soft moans leaving your mouth against his lips before he moves closer and captures your lips in a gentle kiss. 

A few seconds later, a well-placed thrust causes you to pull away, his cock grazing your G-spot.  “Joe, holy fuck,” you moan as you throw your head back against the pillow. You had him so close to you, but you wanted him closer. His pace was fulfilling, but you wanted more. “Joe,” you moan again as you open your eyes. 

“What, Baby?” he breathes out as he continues to thrust into your slick core.

“Fuck me,” you moan. “Fuck me harder, please,”.

He looked into your eyes for a few seconds, smiling at the sight of you begging for more and feeling like this because of him. You felt comfortable with him, and that’s all he wanted. You were the only girl that he wanted like this, and now that he had you, he felt like he was on top of the world. 

“I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot,” he pants as he begins to thrust into you harder. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, the feeling of him pounding into your core with no barriers was too good and neither of you could get enough of it. 

“You feel so good,” he moaned at the feeling of his cock pumping into your core. You started to buck your hips against him, matching the pace of his rough thrusts and pushing you both into another realm of satisfaction. The sound of skin hitting skin only got louder, just like the sounds escaping both your mouths. One of his hands traveled to your chest, cupping your breast and teasing your nipple with his thumb. 

Hearing Joe like this was sending chills down your body, again thinking about how quickly things changed from innocent to whatever the hell this was between you two. It was pure passion, love, and desire that had built up between you both for years, and it was finally coming out in the best way possible. 

“Yeah,” you groan as you move further up the bed, his cock slamming into your cervix with each snap of his hips. You moved your hands to cup his back, helping him move against you as every stroke hit your pleasure point. 

“J- Joe,” you struggle to moan, his lips move down to your neck again, but this time nestled against the spot by your ear.

“You. Are. Un. Fucking. Real,” he whispers into your ear, punctuating each word with a rough thrust before dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He felt himself getting lost in your touch, the way you felt around him was unlike anything he had ever felt before with any other girl. The sounds escaping your lips, the smile on your face, the softness of your touch, it was all unreal. 

Joe continued to fuck you senseless, your pleasure building inside of you with every thrust. “Right there,” you smile as you feel him find another pleasure point inside of you, your breath coming out in short gasps again as you feel him slam into you harder, making sure he hits that spot just right. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned as he felt your walls start to clench his cock. 

“Mmph, I’m close,” you whimper as you press a kiss to his forehead, prompting him to come out of your neck.

“Fuck,” he pants as his thrusts start to become more erratic. He could never get enough of you, the feeling of being balls deep inside of you was something he needed to feel all the time. He’d never felt this good with another girl before, you were something special. 

You felt your legs start to burn and a thin layer of sweat formed on your body. He moves one hand to grip your waist, his lips find their way to your mouth again, and his other hand starts to navigate down to your clit. The way he was touching you sent electricity through your veins. 

He starts to toy with your clit as his mouth crashes against yours, and a few rough thrusts later, you were clamping down on his cock. “I- I’m cumming,” you moan as you break away from the kiss, digging your head into the pillow again, feeling the band in your stomach tighten.

“I’ve got you,” he says as he presses a kiss to your cheek. Your arms wrapped around his back, drawing him closer to you as you felt the world stop.

“Joe!” you screamed as you felt your orgasm wash over you, your walls clenching his cock in a rhythmic manner making him groan. It felt like a rush of dopamine, a breath of fresh air, and like you were going down a big drop on a rollercoaster. All of which created a feeling of euphoria.

You whimpered and moaned at the feeling of your high; it was a feeling of raw satisfaction. You’d never felt like this with another guy before. Those thoughts and doubts you had were long gone as all you could focus on was the pleasure you were feeling at the man who made it happen. He managed to make you feel like the most extraordinary girl in the world earlier with everything he said to you, and now he just showed you that he meant everything he said. 

He was still moving, but not as strongly as he was before. You didn’t feel him reach his high yet, which made you a little nervous, so you were determined to get him there. You opened your eyes, seeing a content smile on his face as he slowly pumped into you.

“Don’t stop,” you said, maybe for the 50th time, your voice raspy from how fucked out you were. 

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna push you too much,” he said as he pressed a kiss on your nose. 

“Keep going, it’s perfect,” you whispered as you closed your eyes and let go of all your thoughts and feelings, letting him do whatever he wanted. You felt his pace pick back up, feeling him move closer and closer to his release. 

“Shit, I’m close,” he moaned as his thrusts became rougher. The soreness down below was setting in, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was that you wanted him to feel good, just like how he made you feel good. A few seconds later, you felt him still inside you and hot spurts of his release coating your walls, just as he gently pressed down onto your body, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he felt his high. The feeling of him inside you was magical, and something you could never get enough of.

“You’re so good, Y/N. Fuck, I love you,” he whispered into your ear, causing you to grin. You both lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of what had just happened, your breaths steadying out. You thought about how exciting this was, getting to finally do this with Joe. Finally getting to be his girlfriend, finally being able to do what couples did. It was all you had ever wanted. 

He moved his face back to your view, seeing your flushed cheeks and messy hair along with the grin on your face. “H- How was it?” he asked as he slowly slid out of you, a hiss leaving your lips at the sensation. 

“I don’t think I can even begin to express how much I loved that,” you said as you pulled his face back down to yours, pressing a big kiss to his lips. “Wait, did you like it?” You asked him as you suddenly pulled away. 

“Does this answer your question?” He laughs as he moves back down and kisses you like he has never kissed you before in his life. “That was the best. You are amazing,” he said against your lips. 

He gets off of you a few moments later, walking into the bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean you up. Then, he walks into his closet and finds a t-shirt for you to slip on, as well as some fresh clothes for him. 

“Here,” he says, handing you one of his Bengals t-shirts. 

“I hope you know that you’re not getting this back,” you giggle as you sit up and slip the shirt on.

“Fine by me,” he shrugged as he put on shorts and clean boxers before sliding back into the bed.

“I should probably change these sheets,” he realized, starting to get back up but feeling your hand wrap around his arm, pulling him back down.

You toss your leg over him, holding him down to the bed. “Later,” you say as you move closer to his chest, his arm wrapping around your waist. 

“Someone’s feeling clingy,” he teased as he kissed your forehead. 

“Clingy, glowy, infatuated, in love. Whatever you want to call it,” you smile up at him. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked you as he rubbed your belly.

“Like I’ve just had the best sex of my life with the love of my life. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on that,” you shake your head. 

“I feel the same way,” he chuckles. 

“Thank you for tonight,” you say as you press a kiss to his bare chest. “This was really special,”.

“Don’t thank me,” he says. “You deserve this. Only the best treatment for the girl of my dreams,” he smiles.

“I love you so much that it literally hurts,” you giggle as you hide your face in his chest.

His hand slides up and down your back, his heart bursting at the thought of you both together in this moment. “I loved you then, I love you now, and I’ll love you forever,” he whispered into your ear, making your cheeks turn another shade of crimson. You slide your hand up his chest, softly grazing your fingers over his muscular body and admiring the ring on your finger, having a moment of realization. 

“Hey, I just noticed something,” you say as you bring your hand to your face, admiring your ring. 

“What?” Joe asks as he looks down at you.

“I know you said there’s 9 diamonds for the 9 years we’ve known each other, but you know what else is 9?” you say as you look up at him, your words laced with love.

“What?” Joe asks, not catching on to what you were saying.

“You, silly,” you say as you pat his chest. “You’re number 9 and the ring has 9 diamonds. I’ll always have you with me even if we’re not always in the same place,” you giggle. 

“That’s actually really sweet and wasn’t even on purpose,” he cheeses. “But trust me, we’ll always be in the same place,”.

“Hmm, what about when you have to go to the team hotel the night before games? Or away games since I wouldn’t see you until after the game?”

“I’ll sneak you in. Show up in the mascot’s uniform, and just the uniform,” he winks. “I'm sure you’ll make it up to our floor if you make a good excuse,”

“Oh, I’ll make it up to your floor, I have spy-like reflexes, but I think they’ll realize that there’s a girl in your room once they hear us going at it,” you laugh into his chest. 

“Hey, they should appreciate that I’m letting my built-up tension and nerves out in a healthy way,” he shrugged. “Having your star QB all tensed and nervous before a game is a recipe for disaster,”. 

“You’re too much,” you blush.

“But you still love me,” he laughed, looking down at you.

You crane your head to his face, meeting his ocean-blue eyes that never fail to send butterflies into your body. “That I do,” you say as you shift your body so that you're on top of him, feeling a wet spot on the bed as you were doing so.

He watches as your face scrunches up, looking a little uncomfortable. “You good?” He asked.

“Hit a wet spot,” you laughed. “There’s a lot of body fluids on me and this bed right now,”.

“Do you want to shower?” He asked as the pads of his fingers massaged the plush skin of your thighs. 

“As long as we get to repeat this,” you mumble as you move your face closer to his.

“Already?” He asks as he raises his brow, stunned at your stamina.

“9 years Joey. 9 fucking years,” you laughed.

“Fair enough,” he says as he presses his lips against yours, sliding off the bed with your legs wrapped around his. 

“You might need some Advil after this,” he says as he opens the bathroom door. “I have a lot of energy,” he winks.

“I’d be mad if you didn’t,” you smiled against his shoulder, your entire body sizzling with anticipation. This was going to become a regular thing for you both, and that made your heart soar. He was perfect, your relationship was perfect, everything was perfect.

--The End--

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ik the post was from like a week ago but would like to hear your thoughts on jackie and the prescription drug thing because it really isnt discussed!

Absolutely. Jackie has prooooblems and I really wish they were more openly talked about in the fandom.

So there are at least three references to Jackie abusing prescription drugs in canon. I forget what the third is (I might be misremembering it but I'm pretty sure it's there), but the first two are in "Pilot" and "Blood Hive". The reason why Shauna is asleep during the flight is that Jackie has given her Valium, a benzo (its generic name is diazepam) that in the 70s through 90s was commonly prescribed for anxiety and to an extent still is. What's remarkable about this is the casual way everyone involved treats it; this is consistent in how Shauna and Jackie themselves talk about Jackie's drug use, but the scene also establishes that even Jackie's mother doesn't seem to see any need to monitor her teenage daughter's access to her pills. As Jackie puts it, "Swiped these from my mom's medicine cabinet. Valium. She's got, like, a never-ending supply, so I doubt she'll even notice."

A series of questions already arises here, all of which the show is fascinatingly uninterested in answering, possibly because the screenwriters share Shauna and Jackie's flippant attitude (which is generational, as I'll discuss below) but, I think, likely also because what's implied about the Taylor household here is more disturbing if it's not spelled out. Why does Mrs. Taylor have that much of a med lying around at all times? Has Jackie taken the Valium before? If so, why and how often? (Does she, perhaps, use it to get through sex acts with Jeff?)

The second time this comes up is in the scene in which Shauna and Jackie are discussing their respective Wilderness skills as Shauna butchers one of Nat and Travis's first quarries. Almost everyone in the fandom has favorite bits of this scene, which is full of fantastic Shaunajackie lines and moments, so it's surprising to me that this isn't discussed more, but again, the breathtakingly casual delivery probably goes some way towards distracting the viewer from what's actually being communicated. (It could also be that the line in question here comes immediately before "Wowza, Shipman," which understandably steals the show):

Shauna: Remember when Kiffy Schumacher broke her arm right before we were supposed to go to Whipsplash River, and you told her that if she shared her Percocet, we'd all crash bingo at the Elks Lodge instead? Jackie: Wait. Is this a pep talk? Wowza, Shipman. Wow, that is so not your style.

Uh. Girls? You okay there? "Poppin' Percs" is something Kendrick Lamar accused Drake of earlier this month. The company that makes this drug is currently being pounded in court by the Attorneys General of Ohio, Mississippi, Missouri, New York, and possibly other states too since the last time I checked. You're talking about like it's Pez.

Percocet is a mixture of oxycodone, which is an opioid, and paracetamol, which is a common over-the-counter painkiller (it's called acetaminophen in the US and a few other countries; it's the active ingredient in Tylenol and Panadol). Unlike Valium, oxy is something I've been on in the past--I, like Kiffy Schumacher, had a badly fucked-up arm a few years ago--so I can speak to how it's currently treated in American medical culture. You're given a very small amount of it at once, you pace yourself taking it and alternate it with over-the-counter painkillers unless absolutely necessary, and if you have any left over when you decide you no longer need it, which I did, you surrender whatever pills you still have on you to the police. I know that the current widely accepted view on drug control is that it's wildly overdone in the US, and I agree with that for the most part, but in this case the tight controls on this sort of painkiller are a regulation that was written in blood. And the opioid epidemic is still ongoing; in fact, in some ways it's worse, since people are using black-market opioids now that are even more dangerous than oxy and its ilk.

I do want to stress that Jackie's pattern of drug use isn't unusual for a teenager; in fact, it's pretty classic. "Adolescents....most commonly reported receiving prescription[s] for free from a friend or relative, although significant proportions of adolescents also used their own prescriptions, purchased drugs from a dealer, or took them from friends or family without asking." (The article linked cites data taken in 2006, when the prescription drug abuse epidemic on whose upward slope Jackie lives had plateaued.) I also want to clarify that the cavalier attitude Shauna and Jackie have towards prescription drugs isn't unique to this category of substances; teenagers in the 1990s were much more blasé about controlled substances in general than they are today, and adolescent prescription drug abuse has declined less than most other categories:

(Note the especially massive drop-off in adolescent cigarette use after the turn of the millennium. Lottie in her kinderwhore-meets-Empire Records party outfit diffidently holding a cig is very much an image from the past these days. And yet this isn't entirely a success story; adolescents who are still engaging in substance abuse are OD'ing a lot more than they were thirty years ago.)

I don't really have a conclusion here, because I just want to encourage the fandom to discuss this aspect of Jackie's character, not necessarily to adopt any particular narrativization or interpretation of it. This, then, is the basics on Jackie and prescription drugs. Poor girl.

[anonymous-dentist]

idk if ur still taking questions, but i wanted to ask more about the wild west au :D the premise is rlly cool and i’d love to hear u talk about any other ideas u have about it!

The au in question: HERE

Alright, so the first thing to know is that every single legend about these mysterious bandits is true. Magic is real, and its name is the desert.

Richarlyson is a little Brazilian boy miles and miles away from home that just so happened to be born with a cow's head instead of a human one. Bad is a demon from Hell (real, not clickbait.) Foolish stole an entire state's worth of gold and he doesn't regret shit. Jaiden steals cattle 'cause she doesn't give a shit about the law. And Roier? He'd never admit he's a good shot, but he's the best the town has got, not that anyone but Jaiden knows it.

The thing about the West is that you went there to become someone new. Nobody moved West to be the same person they were in Virginia or New York or even goddamn Ohio, you were to reinvent yourself.

Or, rather, you moved West so the land could reinvent you. Nobody comes out the same as you go in.

So color Cellbit surprised when stories start popping up about a feral cat-man wandering the hills around Perfection with knives for claws. Rumor has it he eats little children who wander too far from the town too late at night, but that's ridiculous, right? There's no such thing as monsters, just men whose reputations have gotten ahead of them.

But then Cellbit wakes up one morning and accidentally cuts himself on his own fingernails, he's forced to wonder if, shit, maybe the stories are a bit more than just stories.

[crane-song]

I don't want to get too political on this blog but it is about my life and I wanted to share how the current state of things in Springfield, Ohio have impacted me.

I attend one of the two universities based in Springfield (Which I won't name for privacy and personal safety reasons) and we are currently on remote learning thanks to the shooting and bomb threats leveled against us and other schools in the city. These threats were made out of the xenophobic hatred for the Haitians in our community. Thanks to lies spread by Republican politicians schools are going under lockdowns, being evacuated or going remote to protect students, mostly children. These include elementary schools, one of which was evacuated today.

Even though I don't live on campus my parents made me come home (they don't live in Springfield) for my own safety. I'm lucky to have the privilege of that option but many people in Springfield and many of my fellow university students don't have the option to flee. Let me be clear--The politicians promoting racist and false rumors that Haitian immigrants are eating people's pets don't care about anyone in Springfield. They are doing it for their own political gain and don't care about the consequences these lies have on the average person. They have given motivation to, let's be honest, domestic terrorists who are willing to scare and hurt Haitians and everyone else caught in the crossfire just to fulfill their xenophobic and racist desire to 'protect' an idealized white America. But people won't call them terrorists because they're white Americans.

As someone who spends about eight months out of the year living in Springfield I have never heard of a Haitian stealing and eating people's pets. They are not a threat to the security of our community. That would be the KKK, who are currently handing out fliers in town by the way, and the white nationalists threatening people.

[sedoretu]

Holy shit I need everyone to listen to the first half of this 15-minute podcast and the absolutely depraved, horrific things that Republican convention-goers say into a microphone with a smile on their face.

RAMEY: You know, I believe in some aid to other countries, but, you know, we need to support our allies. Ukraine is not really our ally. So - Israel's our ally and always has been. And when you turn your back on Israel, you're turning your back on God. So that's just the way I was always brought up. Israel's God's chosen people. The Jews are God's chosen people. And, you know, they need to be taken care of. They didn't ask to be assaulted. They didn't ask for people to come in and steal their women and children out of their homes. So I know, in West Virginia, if that would have happened, it would have been a war. So - right there in my own backyard. You're not stealing somebody's child or their sister or their brother or their grandma and torturing people without getting some repercussions. So I just believe people need to love each other more and more, you know? They need to read the Bible or whatever faith you belong to and figure out that, you know, we're all in this world together, struggling every day, trying to make it. Be kind to people, you know? Give the kindness, and the kindness will come back to you. I believe Donald Trump loves our country. I believe he - I know he loves our veterans. I know he loves our military. I think he loves me, you know? To be honest, I think he truly cares about the American people. Joe and Kamala - I get no warm, fuzzy feelings at all from those two.

or

KHAN: Well, coming from India, culturally, I'm pro-life. India has 1.4 billion people. And secondly, you know, I support - see, our foundational values are - in America are freedom and liberty and free market enterprise structure - capitalistic structure. It's not the perfect model, but it's an optimal model. I didn't come here for socialism or communism. And out of - you know, I don't want to disrespect any gender thing, but I did not come here to support the LGBTQ rights, to be very honest. Culturally, we don't do that. So my values resonate more with the Republican Party, which happen to be our foundational values as well.

or

DONNA VAN AUSDALL: Aloha. I'm Donna Van Ausdall. I am a kupuna, which is senior in Hawaii. I'm 71 years old. Well, I've been involved with the Hawaii Republican Party since I became a Republican back in 2016. I'm just so thrilled to be here. To see President Trump in person is a huge honor. KHALID: You said that you've been involved with the Republican Party since you became a Republican in 2016. So were you not always a Republican? VAN AUSDALL: No. I was a hard-core Democrat. And JFK was my childhood hero, like many of my generation, right? But my husband and I are devout traditional Catholics, so we made a heartfelt choice to become conservatives because of the abortion issue, you know? President Biden is a Catholic, and I'm very disappointed at his pro-abortion stance, you know? So - and I love the conservativeness of Republicans. You know, we want our country to continue to have its constitutional freedoms with the Second Amendment rights. You know, a lot of states are enacting gun laws that I think are too stringent.

I know some of y'all have beef with Democrats but if we don't organize and turn out the vote in November the government will be run by and for these hateful people

[pokemonxhyperfixation]

Time for the (non-regional varient) Early route mons for the Touhou Pokemon Region!

Doodleouse

The Dowsing Pokemon

A Normal/Steel type.

Dex Entry: Doodleouse are a social species that have a facination with shiny objects. Due to this, they have been known to steal coins from people, leading to them being largely disliked. While Doodleouse live in large social groups, they only forage in groups of two. Part of Doodleouse's tail can rotate, pointing them in the direction of valuables.

Abilities: Pickup/Run Away

Hidden Ability: Adaptability.

(I'm cutting the stat concepts)

I decided to base the regional rodent on Nazrin. The steel typing may be kinda odd for a regional rodent, but it's based off Nazrin typically being a steel type in... most everything. The name comes from doodlebugging (which is like... an american term for dowsing for oil/treasure) and mouse. Doodleouse didn't originally have arms, but it looked wrong without them so they're here now.

Tokitweet

The Ibis Chick Pokemon

A Pure Flying Type.

Dex Entry: Tokitweet are a common species of bird pokemon found around the Gensokai region. They are notable for their curious nature, and seeming ability to actually read. Due to this, Tokitweet are actually known to hang around book stores and libraries. In place of a normal set of tail feathers, Tokitweet possess a third wing, which they use to stear their flight, allowing for superior air control.

Abilities: Early Bird/Limber

Hidden Ability: Regenerator.

So in Touhou roms, Tokiko is almost always a regional bird from what I can tell, so why break tradition? As you can kinda tell, Tokitweet had a design before the current one. I got the proportions all sorts of wrong so now we have this design I'm happy with. Reading up on Tokiko's wiki page to make her a pokemon taught me she is APPARENTLY similar-ish to a type of Ibis, so that's what this line is based on. It has regenerator because HALF it's forms in Puppet Dance have regenerator.

Glowva

The Glow Worm Pokemon

A pure Bug type.

Dex Entry: Glowva are a common sight in the forests of the Gensokai Region, especially at night. The bulb at the end of their body glows at all times, which they use to communicate with others of their kind. While this bulb may seem like it would lure in predators, most common bird pokemon don't target Glowva, since the bulb caries a powerful electric charge, which they can release when threatened.

Abilities: Illuminate

Hidden Ability: Compound Eyes.

So funny thing about Glowva, I designed this fakemon like 4ish years ago, as the regional bug for a region based on my home state Ohio (that is not a point of pride for me). I was actually working on that region BEFORE I got into Touhou, but I thought Glowva would be perfect for a Touhou Region's regional bug because something something Wriggle Nightbug. I already have the evolution drawn (hell, unlike everyone else, Glowva's evolution is in full color), but Imma not post it here for pacing or something.

Cloakubi

The Shady Pokemon

A pure Dark Type.

Dex Entry: Cloakubi are a strange species of Pokemon that like to hang around the towns of the Gensokai Region. For unknown reasons, they are known to seemingly listen in on people and "collect information." It's unknown why they display this behavior. It is widely believed that Cloakubi look the way they do in order to better facilitate their information collecting by mascarading as small children.

Abilities: Stakeout/Night Cloak (Boosts speed when hit by a resisted attack)

Hidden Ability: Steadfast

So Sekibanki is my second favorite character full stop, so I decied to make her a wierd early route dark type. It's kinda meant to be like Sekibanki from Puppet Dance... kinda. I do think the design might be a little too human like, but that's also kinda the point. It doesn't say it in the dex entry, but Cloakubi is just a floating head in a cloak. It doesn't actually have a body.

The early routes also have two regional varients: A dark/flying type regional Pidgey based on Mystia and a pure Fire type Purrloin based off Orin. I'm probably gonna try drawing them eventually, just haven't really felt drawing those two.

As per last post, lemme know if y'all wanna use these fuckers.

[ahopkins1965]



Psalm 38:18 says:  I will confess my iniquity; I am very sorry for my sin.  This means that I am supposed to confess all that I have done wrong in Your eyes.  First, I want to inform all of you that I urinated on myself when I was six years old.  The reason why is because I was too afraid to go to the bathroom at my mother's house.  She whipped me with a belt for urinating on the bed.  Second, I had learned how to use Vulgarity at the age of five years old.  This is because my aunt cursed her mother for getting pregnant at the age of 14.  My grandparents knew that she was having sex with a grown man.  Third, I asked my aunt what was wrong because her only son died from Sid's at the age of mine months.  Fourth, I remember when I caught TB at the age of 11 years old. My grandparents took me to the hospital and I had to stay away from school for a month and a half.  My mother became very angry because her husband caught the disease from drinking alcohol after his friends.  Fifth, I do remember giving my sister's a haircut with a pair of scissors.  My family members whipped me for nine years.  I got into a fistfight over cutting my sister's hair.



I still have a state of uneasiness for all of my iniquities.  I remember stealing from my own mother.  I took thirty dollars from my mother's purse and I went downtown and I bought a gym bag.  I do remember when I tried to steal a candy bar at the store.  I still feel bad for stealing candy at the store and I had to go over my grandparents house and stay for four years.  I do remember getting into a fistfight with a girl at school.  She smacked me in my face because I had accidentally bumped into her at school.  Later that day, I shot her with my rifle.  Sixth, I remember when I shot 36 birds in one day.  The police chased me and my cousin home.  I do remember when I slapped my grandma because she punished me for fighting my sister. My sister got pregnant at the age of 14 by a grown man.  She also got pregnant two years later at the age of 16.  My sister and I do not speak to each other anymore.



Finally, these are an example of some of my sins that I had committed in my life.  I am still dealing with the repercussions of my sins.  It is all my fault for injuring my family members and other people for the things that they have done to me personally.  I forgave my mother's husband for stabbing me in my left arm with a hookknife.  I told the police that he was too old to go to jail.  I also forgiven my mother for changing my last name.  Life had dealt me a bad hand for the sins that I have committed even as an adult because I am a mentally ill man, who has a very high IQ.  At least I graduated from college twice.  I have worked with some troubled kids for three years.  I have worked 12 years inside of college libraries in Toledo, Ohio and Charlotte, NC.  I had a good life right now.  I have been clean and sober for 33 years now.  I love all of my family members very much.  All 38 nieces and nephews do not respect me as a person.  Lord Jesus, please intervene between my family vs myself.  This is not my fault. 

[lucillemartinisme]

This Tumblr page is gonna go into detail about it me took a screenshot of what me already wrote off Wattpad they have someone adding in pics n removing mine n also rewriting me words so me gonna tell about the Devil n the Devil worshippers n who n what they are from the beginning to the end n how me Lucille Shanton Martin got involved with this hell from childhood

The devil worshippers are me family and their so called significant others they pretend with the help of the state n the music industry that these are their life stories when it's not they don't work they sit around n wait for me to create n then mimick me every word for word they have stalked harassed n also jumped me before me will add pictures as me goes like me always do they are trying to get rich off lies n laziness n especially their significance others me is sick n tired of their foolishness n especially the lazy ass men they have that does no work whatsoever but get them pregnant as a job

This guy in yellow name is Dareon Bair he barely works he abusive he steals from me social media n portrays himself as a girl which he has done several times the guy in the middle is supposed to be his father who supposed to had killed himself Dareon has told me that his sisters did it instead several times Dareon Bair is manipulative n takes advantage of others with the help of his family n me is tired of this lazy ass dude he has tried to threaten me also in indirect ways too thank you for your time and attention to this dude who does Nothing for work but steal Dareon Bair is the father of me daughter Dainasia children me has watched Dareon Bair be violent by hitting her n busting holes in walls constantly he yells n screams at the kids constantly he always has a excuse of why he can't work or hold a job for long he constantly talks about going to get guns from his family he is currently trying to threaten me out of me furniture stored at me daughter's apt he has hit me before n has called me several bitches when me has done nothing to him but keep him from hitting me daughter he has threatened to have me hurt by his uncle several times me don't believe his father is dead me believe he is hiding somewhere they are big on being in the industry me has heard n he has also told me that he has pretended to be me daughter several times to get money from men on date sites me believes based off what his father said to me that they belong to the mexican cartel n they hurt people for them he has secret meetings with police in fort Wayne Indiana n the police has done nothing to help me in me current trafficking nor did they help me daughter when she was being abused by her previous child's father in me opinion he is a very dangerous man now copy that Dareon Bair n family what that do you gonna still kill like you keep threatening

this is Dareon criminal history he has one in Cincinnati OH too what me find extra weird about him is the prosecuting attorney assisted in the stealing of me 2 kids and they also tried to steal Dainasia kids me believes they help him control others n me by looking the other way n literally being the strong arm of bad law he has purposely walked in on me naked while in restroom purposely Everytime a trafficking incident happens to me signs point to Dareon Bair n that is me truth n nothing but me truth n he thinks it's funny cause he gets away with these things he has laughed in me face about being abusive several times they lived in a apt in Cincinnati Ohio me believe the address was 2117 Saint Leo's place if they haven't fixed it yet there are several n me do mean several holes in all the walls from Dareon punching n knocking holes into them on his violent streaks

[the-firebird69]

It's actually a crystal lake and people can place where it is because of the tool shop and they do say it's nearby in New york. Well new jersey. And they're going up there and Jason's forces are going to Tallahassee and they're tearing him apart. And it did it because of the impending eviction notice from the state and or from Stan. And yes Stan talk to Dave and said you can't do that I want you out of there and cost me money you owe me thousands of dollars in water and you don't even purpose and it's illegal you're committing a crime and he said you can't accuse me of that. So staying hung up the phone and said call up the police and said I'd like to talk to you and they said you can talk to us and he said what happened he said it's theft but it's not a major crime because under certain dollar amount and Stan said that it's fraud and there's some more charges in he's right and he said it's not really the dollar amount in this case because the tenant who is recurring cost on purpose in order to bankrupt landlord and it is harassment as well and worse and so he said would you like to file charges and Stan said yes they went down there today while Dan was messing with Jason's corpse which is going to be revived shortly because dance people are getting their asses handed to them and bja is waiting for Trump to try and step in and they're trying now and they're going to get their ass handed to them very badly for this indiscretion and they call it so they're cringing but they knew what happened and it's getting pretty big there's tons of them who are upset about it and a few of them are getting their asses kicked and the managed to find their way back here for some stupid reason it's the bus fight and Jason is probably being revived and to see it's going to be a fight too for the bus drive but wow this has come down to it finally these AirHeads are learning a lesson and no I said this time is it used to be that they are kicking their own ass very badly and yeah skin is having trouble in the upper Midwest and it's over Wisconsin and it is also Ohio and Illinois Michigan lakes the Great lakes them Superior are they are pulling off right now and still make a big difference tonight and we'll probably put the wall up and it's going to be just a huge amount of these idiots right now they're attacking the empire with vast numbers that we know they can't sustain so they need to defeat them in some way and steal their stuff and you're trying. Stan is afraid of the switch and they started to and he knows about it it is a problem it's far too many of them and the empire is going to town on them already and they're going to remove the ships from Superior and probably Wisconsin too and more we're going to do is hopscotch type thing and remove whatever is empty and constantly

Thor Freya

I don't know how those bunkers are being pulled out it's a massive job they might be being cut into pieces and pulled out and blocks that makes a lot of sense and so infuses them together we've seen people do that those blocks are giant and I don't know if anything that can lift that he says plenty of ships that Tommy F has plenty so I guess I'm mistaken it says that the thrust to the flagships is some of them is similar to the stone chips and the stone ships way about 10 to 12 times more than the flagships and they're on the surface of the planet so he sort of gets it it's a lot of thrust and it can probably lift to 20 but that would be the 5000 there's a few of those but to live the others the ship would be enormous so they might be using other techniques. I agree with that I'm coming back slowly it's painful and I don't feel good I have to go all sorts of stuff to get better and I know it so I'm not on the major war path but my father and grandfather are and they're hitting them now and in New Jersey we need them to and we end up with a bunch because of it and saucers I know her summer okay and a friend doesn't know where those are right now

Jason

[julianova44]

No particular order

Utah gets Allfurs (I know there’s already an Appalachian retelling called Cat Tails but hey man) this is because I met a lot of ex Mormons back in the day and while patriarchal abuse is rampant in many places Utah just feels right for this one

Maryland gets the Lindwyrm but it’s actually a crab this time

Maine get the Littlest Mermaid (original sad 300 years ending)

Massachusetts gets the Little mermaid (Disney ending)

DC get the Goose Girl, just vibes

California needs Snow White- aging actress, jealous of her child star while simultaneously depending on her for income and legitimacy?

New York gets the Brave Little Tailor because that’s the exact kind of guy that I feel NYC would love and who would intimidate giants out in Poughkeepsie

Florida: the man who didn’t know fear (in the collection I have I think it’s something like “the youth who went into the world looking for the meaning of fear”)

Nevada gets a desertified version of the dragon’s palace/ Urashima Taro/Oisín specifically for Vegas reasons- you go somewhere, you think it’s one amount of time but actually as soon as you touch something from the real world you crumble to dust

North Carolina: I’m only familiar with the mountains and not the ocean for this state. The Wolf and Seven Kids feels like a very mountain folk story.

Ohio: I’d like to petition for the entire Finnish Kalevala but that’s because of family reasons. I’d at least like the story where the North Witch retaliates against everybody’s bullshit by stealing the sun and trying to kill everybody, because it feels right.

Colorado gets Little Red Riding Hood

Alaska gets the golden goose

New Hampshire gets the Robber Bridegroom but that’s mostly because I am primed by Stephen King

Louisiana gets the Twelve Huntsman because I think it could be very dramatic

West Virginia gets Grimm’s “The Peasant’s Wise Daughter”. If you have lived there you will understand.

Montana gets The Swan Wife. Pure vibes.

Oregon gets the Irish version of the Swan Wife, which is Selkies

New Jersey will receive the Three Spinners: it’s one that’s kind of but not actually Rumplestiltskin where a girl gets bragged on by her family about being able to spin amazing quality thread, and ends up having to do an impossible spinning task. In this one she gets saved by three canonically ugly women (one with a large lip, one with an oversized thumb and one with a big ungainly foot), who only ask that they get invited to the wedding.

Kentucky gets Bluebeard

Tennessee gets Godfather Death

Arizona gets Eros and Psyche/East of the Sun West of the Moon

Texas has too much going on, it gets the Odyssey because getting from one end of the state to the other is insane. Not strictly a fairy tale but it’s mythology so nyah

Mississippi gets Kaguya Hime because of the longing

Ok I’m out for now. That’s almost half of them and I don’t think I have strong enough vibes for a lot of states to do more.

Okay, odd question: If you were going to adapt potentially up to 50 fairy tales of your choice, moving the action to the United States, but were supposed to set only one story in each state (doing that fairy-tale-shared-universe thing where each story takes place in a different kingdom in the same world, and then treating states like kingdoms), what are some stories you would chose to pair with particular states?

[relaxlou]

Confessions

Summary: Did you ever want to take something back? 

Pairings: Female Reader x Eddie Munson

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, unrequited feelings...?  

Word Count: 1,897  

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Your dirty Converse rested on the even dirtier dashboard of your best friend’s van, you looked over towards him as he drove the two of you from your hometown in Hawkins, Indiana. You were driving towards New York to see the city before you toured colleges in the Fall. Hawkins was getting too small for the big dreams that the two of you had. You two were going to take over the world. Eddie with his music and you with your art. You already were speaking to art schools in New York.  

You didn’t want to think about the two of you going your separate ways. You didn’t want to go your separate ways. At all. Why would you? How could you? Eddie was the perfect person. You two had met when you were in your early teens, both going to the Hawk for a screening of The Thing. Eddie was the only boy there that wasn’t making fun of you for being afraid of the, well thing.  

Being friends with Eddie was amazing. You two had a standing ‘date’ every Sunday at his trailer where you would rent a movie from Family Video and Eddie would make popcorn. You were an important part of Hellfire meetings, even if you didn’t play. You would draw everyone’s characters for them, hiding away all the sketches of Eddie on his throne for yourself.  

“Something on your mind, sweetheart?”, Eddie asked, glancing over at you as he drove. You shook your head after pulling yourself from your thoughts. “No”.  

Eddie knew you better than that. “Come on, now”. You chuckled as you rolled your eyes. “I think I just need to stretch my legs”, you responded. It had been six hours since the two of you left that the last pit stop. With all your planning, you made sure that there were multiple places to see on your way. You had already seen tons of State parks and Notre Dame. You were now in Ohio and that morning had stopped and visited the Amish County. It was hilarious seeing their reactions to your best friend in his ‘Satanic’ outfits.  

Soon, the two of you were pulling into an empty parking lot as the sun started to set. You had decided to call it an early day. After spending a few hours under the neon lights of a retro diner, you and your best friend were chilling in the back of his van. You two saved a lot of money by skipping motels. Your babysitting money and part time job at Family Video with Eddie’s dealing cash was only going to get you so far without some cuts. But honestly, you didn’t mind having to be so close to Eddie. You didn’t mind sharing a bed, or a van floor with him.  

You loved being close to Eddie. He was sweet, only to you. He was kind, only to you. He was different with you then he was with anyone else. You saw the way he acted with the group of kids that had been tagging along everywhere he went the past few months and it didn’t bother you at all. Not when you knew that he loved it too. The fact that you were in love with him didn’t hurt either. You weren’t sure when you felt more than friendly feelings towards him. Was it in the summer before high school when he told you that you still looked cute when your mom had cut your bangs herself? Maybe it was the time his face lit up when you gifted him his own custom Hellfire tee. It was like the others just extra special. It had his last name on the back, ‘Dungeon Master’ underneath. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment but you knew your feelings were real and that they went beyond friendship. You knew that they consumed you. You knew you would eventually have to tell him.

“Don’t hog all the blankets’, Eddie’s sleepy voice filled your head, wrapping around your brain like a security blanket.  

“Stop stealing my pillows then”, you replied back, grabbing the pillow covered in dark green from behind him. You had this playful argument twice before. Eddie was more concerned with packing weed and beer then things that he called silly, like pillows and blankets.  

You settled in between your best friend and the other pillow by the metal wall in the van. It was a colder night. You weren’t sure why it was this cold in July but you weren’t going to complain too much. The days were getting hotter and hotter. Later on, you’d put it down to cruel cosmic fate.  

“Eddie”, you mumbled, snuggling into him. He turned so that his body heat could help you warm up. He just knew to do it. Another reason to love Eddie Munson.  

Maybe it was the cold. Maybe it was the fact that you felt that your heart was going to give you away and that at any moment Eddie was going to find out that you loved him. How was he going to react? Was he going to be happy? Was he going to confess that he was feeling the same way you did? Was he going to laugh at you? Make fun of you?

You had to know. You had to.  

“Eddie...”, It came out like a scream in your head but to the guy in front of you it was barely a whisper. So much so that he didn’t even hear you. You looked at him before speaking up. “Eddie”.  

He opened his eyes as he heard his name and looked at his best friend in the dim light that the moon had created from the small back window. “I’m already sharing a blanket with you, sweetheart”.  

“No, no”, you looked at him, your eyes watching his every move as he had closed his eyes again. He was so beautiful in the moonlight. His pale skin illuminated as his lips were slighted parted. He had fallen asleep. Or so you thought. Maybe you could tell him. Maybe telling a sleeping Eddie, knowing he was never going to hear you was going to be enough. Maybe that type of confession could settle the running thoughts.  

So as the moonlight washed over the two of you, you whispered. “I love you”.  

You were right. Sleep found you quickly, moments after the words fell from your lips. You loved Eddie. You always did. You were probably always going to. You didn’t see Eddie once your eyes had adjusted from sleeping. He was probably smoking. You sat up and slipped your shoes on before crawling out of the van. He was leaning against the hood of his car, quickly noticing you and offering you the joint. You shook your head silently and wrapped your arms around yourself. “Morning”, you mumbled as you leaned against the hood, watching the morning sun rise. The two of you sat in silence for a while. It felt like forever really.

You were the first to speak up. “Did...did you hear me last night?”. You knew you needed to say something. But the moment the words came out of your cold lips, you regretted them. Why couldn't you just keep it at the dead confession last night?

He was clearly confused, or played confusion.  

You repeated yourself. “Did you hear me...when I told you...I loved you”.  

Eddie looked away from you. He couldn’t look at you for the longest time.  

“You heard me?”, you asked. Why were you doing this to yourself? Shut up. “Were you just going to ignore it?”, you stopped yourself. Knock it off. This was it. This was the conversation you needed to have but now that it was happening, you didn’t want it. Please take back the words. Rewind time.  

“Y/N”, he spoke but stopped himself. You didn’t know what he was going to say but finally looking up at him you knew that it wasn’t going to be what you wanted. He looked like he was in pain. Like he was wanting to say something but he couldn’t. You were getting upset. You had confessed your feelings twice now and still he wasn’t giving you the respect of his answer.  

You just had to know. Even if it killed you.  

“Eddie!” you yelled, getting his attention immediately. He looked at you, knowing he was about to ruin this too.  

“I don’t...I don’t...”, he started and as much as it hurt you, you let him continue. “You’re my best friend, you’re a girl...you’re just you!”, he spoke, not choosing his words wisely. You knew that, he knew that. But you knew Eddie, you knew he wasn’t good with his words when he was ambushed like this. Why did you ambush him? Just stop talking. But you were too upset to care about that right now. Eddie continued, “Fuck!” He said as he ran his hand through his messy curls as he turned away from you. “Fuck! Fuck!”.  

You flinched as you stepped away from him. You had seen him upset and angry before but not like this. This was new. You made him feel this way. But he was also making you feel this way too. What kind of friend would purposely ignore a love confession, even if they didn’t feel the same way. You were so hurt, so angry. So irrational. You knew it.  

Eddie turned back to you. “I like you, you’re my best friend. I don’t love you. I couldn’t love you, not in that way”. He obviously found his words. However harsh they were. You stared at him in shock. How could this simply love confession turn into such terrible words out of your best friend. You shouldn’t have brought it up again, you shouldn’t have said anything in the first place. You couldn’t blame Eddie completely, if he didn’t love you. There was nothing that you could do. You wouldn’t make him love you. That wasn’t real love. And if wasn’t real, you didn’t want it.  

You stepped away first, but he was the first one to run away. You watched, tears filling your eyes as you saw Eddie Munson physically run away from you.

That was not something you were going to forget anytime soon.  

You were never going to be what he wanted. You two had known one another basically all of your life and there you were, having just confessed the biggest secret that you had and he rejected you. You were feeling dumb for having confessed the feelings that you had been keeping bottled up for years. You felt dumb that you had to go ruin the amazing friendship that the two of you shared. You felt dumb that you now were stuck hundreds of miles from your home. You felt dumb for ruining the trip.  

Not wanting to stay a moment longer in the presence of a guy who had taken your heart and stomped on it, you had hitchhiked to the nearest bus stop, leaving a note in your wake.  

Eddie had found it when he returned to the van hours later, sitting on the dash. 

Eddie,

I am sorry. I am sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin this.  

I’m going home.  

The note was crumbled up out of anger. No, torment. Pure torment as it was thrown to the ground.  

Notes: So, this is basically the first thing that I’ve written for a reader x fic. I typically write with a pair in mind but I have been so into all these Eddie Fics and just wanted to start writing this way too. Any feedback is so welcome, I strive to work on my writing. This wasn’t proof read by anyone but myself so there was probably mistakes. 

[no-one-fuck-a-man]

Berry Blues

Season One

Part Three - (Acafellas) Listen Here, Ya Little Shit

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Summary: Your first week as an official member of the Glee Club was not what you had expected. With an absent teacher and a “grown” man bullying teenagers, you were left wondering how this thing was going to become a success. If it ever was.

Word Count: 3,254

WARNINGS: Vomiting, an adult man bullying teenagers, reference to a creepy guy

(A/N): Italics - Flashback

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"You're here, too?"

Is what you were welcomed with when you walked through a set of doors into the choir room. Finding Quinn, Santana, and Brittany sitting together.

"Apparently so."

"Are you stalking me or something?"

"Actually, Quinn," Rachel began in your defence, "Y/N joined before you did."

"See." You moved closer to the blondes face. "You are the stalker here. Not me."

"Okay, guys! Let's get working!" Mr Schue said, coming in and placing his bag on the black piano.

---

"Could we stop, please?" Rachel interrupted the man going through the choreographed dance moves.

"Oh, thank God."

"You don't have to ask me every time for permission to go to the bathroom, Rachel. You can just go."

"It's not my bladder." Mr Schue turned to face her again. "It's the choreography."

"Okay... what's wrong with the choreography?"

"It sucks," Quinn stated, Santana, coming in to give her own opinion too, with a shrug.

"It's completely unoriginal."

"Aren't you guys gonna get shunned for talking to me?" Rachel asked.

"Sweetie, we're a team now," Quinn replied, and you could just tell that she had something up her sleeve, something that she was hiding, "But you gotta do something about Mr Schue's dance routines."

'And there it was!'

"Why don't you two just tell him yourselves?" you asked from your position standing beside your sister. One hand in your pocket, and the other holding the strap of your backpack.

"Do you really think he would listen to us?" Santana asked you.

You pressed your lips tightly together, making an overdone frown, considering her words, and shrugging your shoulders lightly.

Yeah.

She was right.

Rachel was like his prised star. He would always listen to her over the rest of the group.

"We can't compete with Vocal Adrenaline with these steps," she continued on, "You're a great vocal coach, Mr Schue, but you're not a trained choreographer. That's what we need to be the best. We need Dakota Stanley."

"Who the hell is that?"

"He's the best show-choir choreographer in the Midwest," Quinn said, all four of you now walking down the hall.

Both cheerleaders on either side of your sister. You, on Quinn's other side.

"Is that really good, though?" You asked, "I mean, we live in Ohio."

You threw your arms up into the air when the three girls ignored you.

"He works with Vocal Adrenaline."

"You can't take regionals without him," Santana added, "He was the understudy to the candelabra in 'Beauty and the Beast' on Broadway," she finished, singing the two final words.

"Oh, whoopie."

"Just because he understudied doesn't mean he ever performed."

"Did you ever perform, Mr Schuester?" Quinn asked, trying to contain her laugh and finally succeeding, "After high school. Did you even try?"

It was quiet for a few moments while your teacher considered the cheerleader, then looked away, obviously reflecting on himself.

You clapped your fist into your palm. "Oh, well, this is awkward."

---

"How do you know how to play piano?" Quinn asked as you helped direct Finn to which keys he should be pressing.

"My dad taught me when I was a kid."

That's when your sister walked in with a pink tray in her hands.

"He's not coming."

"What happened?"

"More importantly, are those your sugar cookies?" You asked, pointing at the goodies on the tray, "You know the ones I have to steal while they burn my mouth because they're for the poor during Christmas?"

She placed the tray onto the piano, and you raised your arms up.

"Yes, they are," you celebrated excitedly, through clenched teeth, before digging in.

"Of course, he doesn't want anything to do with us after you kicked him in the 'nads." Finn gestured towards her, raising up from the piano.

"Then why did he thank me?"

"The goal is to win," Santana said, "And now that Mr Schuester has agreed to let us hire Dakota Stanley, we can."

"But he doesn't want us to. He just doesn't have the confidence to coach us anymore. Guys are real sensitive when it comes to this kind of stuff."

"A-And that's my fault?" Rachel asked, pointing to herself.

"You see anyone else in here with a plate of "I'm sorry" cookies? I don't. Just you."

"Actually, now they're "I'm 'or'" cookies," you corrected the tall boy, wiping cookie crumbs from your face while offering one to Brittany, who took it with a smile.

"I'm bored," Quinn announced, rising to her feet, "All those in favour of hiring Dakota Stanley?"

Everyone rose their hands except Finn, and Artie, who was slowly raising his hand before being caught out by Finn and quickly lowered it.

Your sister smiled smally at him in a winning manner.

Oh, this was gonna be an adventure.

---

"Damn, Kurt. This care is fly," you heard Mercedes say as you walked towards most of the Glee Club after exiting your own car.

It was a really nice car, you had to admit.

Not you knew why Rachel chose to drive with them and not you.

The boy looked at his car, admiring it along with everyone else.

"My dad got it for my sweet sixteen after I swore I'd stop wearing form-fitting sweaters that stopped at the knee."

You looked down at the long red knitted sweater he was wearing, as did the others. Rachel and Tina glanced at each other. Santana's shoulders moving with a silent chuckle.

"What he doesn't know doesn't hurt him." He pointed to everybody.

"That's true." You shrugged. "I mean, my dads don't know that-" You spotted your sister, knowing that there was a huge chance that she would spill the beans if you finished your sentence. "Never mind."

The alarm of Kurt's car sounded, and you began walking with your teammates.

"Are we even sure they're rehearsing today?"

"Why? Getting cold feet, Fabray?"

"No," she told you clearly, looking over her shoulder to peer into your eyes as she did, "I'm just making sure."

"Vocal Adrenaline rehearses every day from two-thirty until midnight ."

"That's got to be some form of child abuse."

Watching as Kurt linked his arm with Mercedes, you strode forward and wrapped either arm around their shoulders.

"I'm just so nervous these Vocal Adrenaline kids are gonna laugh at us," Mercedes said, with a shake of her head, "They're so cool and popular, and we look like we just stepped off the short bus."

"Speak for yourself," you joked.

"Y/N, isn't that your work shirt?" Rachel pointed out to disprove your previous statement.

"Yeah." You looked over your shoulder. "All my others were dirty."

"Those sweaty Nazis have just had more time to practice. We have more heart. And you don't look touched in the head. That outfit is amazing."

"I agree." You nodded along to Kurt's words. "You look awesome. So do you, Tina," calling over your shoulder, before moving in with another joke, "The rest of you need work."

Kurt nudged you in your chest with his shoulder in retaliation.

But you were too distracted by the three cheerleader's nodding at Mercedes for some unknown reason. Albeit mainly Santana, though. Them smiling like they knew some deep secret that would ruin somebody.

"So, would you ever, you know, wanna hang out?"

Oh.

"Come over," Kurt told the girl, "It's Liza Minnelli Week on AMC."

"Who's Liza Minnelli?"

Before one of them could snap at you for being "uncultured", your sister rushed forward to the front of the group.

"Guys! That's Andrea Cohen."

You looked at Tina.

"Your relative?"

"Oh, ha ha."

"Come on, the name is right there."

"She won outstanding soloist last year in "Absolutely Tampastic"," Rachel finished.

"She's also hurling into a trashcan right now."

"You can't leave rehearsals for any reason," her friend, who was in a neck brace, and holding her hair back, said worriedly. Afraid of the repercussions of their actions, "That includes heat exhaustion or Crohn's disease."

Rachel, never one to know social bounds, took quick steps up to them.

"Are you guys Vocal Adrenaline? We'd like to talk to Dakota Stanley about choreographing for our Glee Club."

"Don't," Andrea warned, with tears in her eyes, both her and her friend shaking their heads lightly, "He's a monster!"

"Well." You slapped the sides of your thighs. "That's all I need to know. This was a fun trip out, but let's get going."

You turned to walk away but were soon brought back by Quinn grabbing your arm and dragging you to stand near her.

After watching the pretty much amazing rehearsal for Vocal Adrenaline and seeing just how harsh Stanley was with them afterwards. Only lead you to believe that you all should have probably left when you were warned before.

"Mr Stanley!" Rachel called out to the man as you walked to meet him as he was getting into his car.

"Dude, you have such a nice car. How fast can it top out at?"

"We're the McKinley High Glee Club."

Guess you weren't getting an answer to your question.

"No interviews."

"How about just one quick question?" You asked, "Which Dakota are you? North or South?"

Tina moved past Rachel to speak to the man then, all the while you still stood closer to the hood of the car, admiring it.

"We'd like you to choreograph for us."

"Look, my fee is eight thousand dollars per number, plus a ten thousand dollar bonus if you place in the top three. With Dakota Stanley at the wheel, you will place at the top three." He nodded cockily before waving the girls away. "Movie it."

The car purred as it drove off, and the man left your team behind.

"Such a nice car," you whispered to yourself, "Such a jackass driving it."

"How are we gonna get eight thousand dollars?"

Things were quiet for a short while. Too quiet, for your liking.

"We could rob a bank. Sell a kidney. I watched Breaking Bad the other day, pretty sure I could do that."

"You get a 'C' in Chemistry," Rachel said.

"Technicalities."

---

"We need to have a "gay-vention". That's a gay intervention ."

"It's K-K-Kurt," Tina said when the girl rolled her eyes. Lowering her voice and moving closer to Mercedes to say the rest, "He's lady fabulous."

"He's gay, dude," you translated, leaning against the lockers behind the shorter two girls.

"It's obvious you like him. We just don't want you to get hurt by feelings he can't... reciprocate ."

"He's gay, dude," you repeated your translation again, "I mean, I know he's not out or anything, but sometimes you can tell. And he screams it."

"Look," Mercedes started, as she grabbed her books from her locker and pulled them to her chest, "Just because he wears nice clothes doesn't mean he's on the down-low."

"Of course, it doesn't. The fact that he likes men does."

"He wore a corset to second period today," Rachel said.

"Or y'know, stereotypes, and all that," you muttered.

Mercedes shrugged and shook her head, not giving a damn about what any of you thought.

"You can do better, Mercedes."

"Really? Well, what if I can't?" she asked, "There's not a lot of guys around her knocking down my door for a date." She then looked your sister up and down. "Or yours , for that matter."

"This is high school. And men are dumb... but then again, men are pretty much always dumb."

"Nobody notices us."

"Nobody listens to me, that's for sure," you mumbled, referencing the about of times your words have fallen on deaf ears around your friends, and... not so friends.

"Hello?" Mercedes waved. "We're in Glee Club. And I'm tired of being lonely. Aren't you? But Kurt, Kurt is sweet to me. And he likes who I am, and I like how I feel when I'm with him. And he's in our group. He understands what I'm going through. Now, maybe that's not enough for you guys, but it's enough for me."

"You deserve more, Mercedes," you told her as she walked away.

---

Oh, God.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

A car wash.

This was really the way you had to make money?

A car wash.

With teen cheerleaders.

It's like something a porn director would write.

And yeah, the Glee Club was there, too.

But still!

"Come on!" A man yelled from far off. Obviously wanting his turn already.

You scoffed, "What a creep. Probably doesn't even care that we're all teenagers ."

"Probably makes it better for him," Santana commented, across from you, on the other side of the hood.

A shiver wracked your body as you gagged, "Disgusting."

"Y/N, can you get the roof? You're the only one who can reach," Quinn asked, coming to stand beside Santana, wiping down the windshield.

"Yep. I think we gathered this from the previous one. And the one before that, and the one before that, and the one before that ."

"Yeah, how come you're so tall if you share DNA with Berry?" Santana questioned as you started cleaning the roof of the car.

"I'm adopted. We don't share DNA."

"Oh, now that makes sense!" the Latina replied, Quinn, nodding along with her.

"What? Why?"

"Just because you're so different." Quinn shrugged.

"'Different' how?"

"With basically everything."

You were about to make a joke, trying to convey that they were right while still showing that you loved your sister. Until you were distracted by the sound of shattering glass coming from behind you.

"You busted my window ! How could you do that?" Kurt asked, " You busted my window. "

"Well, you busted my heart," Mercedes sneered, "Hmm."

"Ah, fuck."

---

You were in the choir room a few days later, standing in line with your fellow teammates, as if you were soldiers standing at attention... Finn certainly stood that way, that's for sure.

Watching as Dakota Stanley handed out folders, skipping Artie as he did. Which the boy reacted awkwardly at. And also missing the three cheerleader's who stood side by side.

"Okay. Please examine your personalised menus. This is what you're gonna be eating for the next six months."

"Um, mine just says 'coffee'," Mercedes pointed out.

"Mm-hm," Stanley nodded to her, pulling a shitty tight-lipped smile.

"What's smelt?"

"A pungent, low-carb, freshwater fish."

"Gross," you muttered, "Uh, yeah, I don't see 'pizza' anywhere on my list... mines actually pretty balanced now that I look at it."

"Yes," Stanley said, "We've got to keep those muscles of yours ship shape if you're gonna do all the flips I have planned."

"Uh, I can't do flips."

"Well, you're gonna."

"Am I?" you challenged.

He ignored you.

"Okay, let's start with today's business. Artie, you're cut. You're not trying hard enough."

"At what?" The boy asked, confused.

"At walking. Can't be wheeling you around during every number. It throws off the whole dynamic. And it's depressing."

'This little asshole is looking for a fight.'

"So, you're kicking him out?"

"Mm-hm," he hummed to the girl again, "Also you. Youse gotta go, Effie." Mercedes looked like she was about to start throwing fists at the guy before he spoke again, "Ah, no, no, no."

"You can't kick people out of Glee Club because you don't like the way they look," Kurt defended his friends.

"Uh, why don't you shut your face gash and stay away from aerosol cans because you could burst into flames at any second."

"If he says one more thing, I swear," you mumbled to yourself.

Stanley then moved on to the three cheerleader's and you, who stood by Santana. "You four, you're great. You're perfect. Don't change a thing." The girls smiled and moved their heads in thanks to the man. As he walked by, making his way to your sister. "Uh, you, eugh, nose job."

You were about to snap at the short man when Finn beat you to it.

"Now, just hold on a second-"

"What? What was that, Frankenteen?" Stanley moved his hand to cup his ear, signalling that he didn't care what the boy said, "Why don't you, uh, why don't you wipe that dopey look off your face and get some lotion for those knuckles you've been dragging on the ground?"

"What's wrong with you?"

He's a dick.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me is that you're freakishly tall. I feel like a woodland creature! Am I hurting your feelings? Did I say something wrong? Because, I thought you wanted somebody who respected you enough to tell you the truth. But maybe you don't have the confidence to hear it. Hmm? Maybe you need somebody who's going to lie to you and tell you things like, "You got what it takes!". But, you know what? As far as I can see, you don't." He shook his head. "So, why don't you just take a little second, take a breather, and ask yourself, "Do I wanna be a winner, or not?" Stanley finished with a chuckle.

"Screw this. I quit," Finn said, making his way to the exit.

"Me, t-t-too."

"Let's roll, Artie."

"Fuck this shit, I'm out." You followed behind Mercedes and Artie, throwing the file in your hand across the room as if it were a Frisbee.

"No. Great. Great. Uh, you know. Separate the wheat from the chaff. That's perfect ."

"Wait!" your sister called after you and your friends, making you all pause and turn to face her, "Barbara Streisand. When Barbara was a young ingenue, everyone told her in order to be a star, she'd have to get a nose job. Thankfully, she refused."

You couldn't keep the smile off your face, proud of your sister for standing up to the man.

"Where's this going, Yentl?"

"Where it's going is that..." she looked away from Dakota and back to you six before returning to the man. "We don't need you. Let's face it, right we're never gonna be as good of dancers as Vocal Adrenaline. We're gonna win because..." Rachel shrugged softly. "We're different. And that's what makes us special."

"They told J.Lo her booty was too big," Mercedes said, walking over to the rest of the team.

"Curtis Mayfield was more successful after he became paralysed." Artie joined her. You, Kurt, and Tina following in his way.

"Jim Abbott."

"I have no idea who that is," Kurt said.

"Me neither."

"He was a one-armed pitcher for the Yankees. Pitched a no-hitter."

Rachel smiled brightly at the boy she had a giant crush on.

"Okay, so, um, misfits and spaz-heads-"

"Oh, that's a bad word." You pointed that the man.

"-And cripples can make it, too. That's great. What's your point?"

"Our point is that." Rachel walked up to him. "You're fired. And I'm taller than you."

Dakota scoffed softly, whispering, " Barely. "

"You're also a dick, just to point out."

---

"Why was she crying?" you asked when you spotted Quinn exiting the cheerleading coaches office.

"Just, Miss Sylvester, being her. She took away our tanning privileges for the rest of the semester," she explained, falling into step beside you.

"You have tannin-? I- But-... okay..." you finally managed to get out, making Quinn giggle lightly beside you.

"How come you're late to Glee Club?"

"Oh, I uh, kinda got slushied. So." You shrugged. "Had to get cleaned up. That shit stings."

"Yeah, I thought your neck was kinda stained red."

"Shut up." You smiled at the girl, shaking your head, as you opened the door for the choir room, letting the blonde enter before you.

Being greeted by the celebrating within.

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[axelwayne]

NAME: Axel Wayne Henry AGE:  26 BIRTH DATE:  October 30 1998 ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral MBTI: Isfp GENDER: Cis man SEXUALITY: Undetermined RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single PRONOUNS: He/Him OCCUPATION: Dishwasher at Eddie’s Grill’n’Shakes & janitor at many other establishments

ABOUT

born in bridgeport, connecticut, to his parents, beverley thompson, a secretary, and cole henry, a general worker, axel grew up in what he thought was a loving home. his mother was attentive and his father always put a meal on the table at the end of the day. but what axel didn’t know was his father was harbouring a secret.

one night when he was nine, his mother took him and they crossed states and settled down in brooklyn, new york. it was there that he lived most of his childhood. he remembered his mother crying at night and anytime that the news came on and she watching it and noticed him she would immediately turn it off. it was weird to him but he didn’t make a big deal out of it, figuring she just didn’t want him to witness any grusome news.

soon after his mother had an emotional breakdown and ended up in the hospital, a week later he was placed into the foster system. at ten he was moved to a place with four other children. they got into trouble by stealing from a corner store, mainly because of one guy who coerced the younger ones - that was his only trouble with the law he’s ever been in. 

he was in two other foster homes, one in colombus ohio and another in buffalo, before aging out at eighteen and being put out to find a place for himself and by himself. he had managed to find a place but it wasn’t too long that he had to leave it as soon as he found out about his father. that was when everybody he ever knew turned their back on him - even his then girlfriend of almost two years. they all learned that his dad was ‘the doorbell murderer’. 

the next thing he knew he was fleeing. he found himself in small towns along the highway, never staying for too long. his head couldn’t wrap around the fact about what his dad was. eventually he found his way to barton point, finding a tiny place in fallen mill. it was perfect for him to start over, even staying for almost three years when he doesn’t stay for more than five months at a time.

he keeps to himself most of the time and works as a dishwasher at eddie’s grill’n’shakes. he also picked up some janitorial gigs as well. he struggles with worries of becoming like his father, he even takes medication for it for anxiety and depression (note: he isn’t like his father.) and he always keeps people at arm’s length but is friendly nonetheless to avoid any suspicions.

he hopes he won’t have to leave barton point but is ready to leave on the dime if anything were to happen. so far this place is starting to feel like home to him and he wants to stay, hoping the people around him wants him to as well.

PERSONALITY

when he was younger he was an inquistive kid, always asking questions like why and how. his teachers pegged him as a genius but when he took the test it turned out he wasn’t. he did well in class otherwise. but his grades started slipping after the first move and especially when his mother was hospitalized. he’s smart but doesn’t like to show it.

he’s also quiet, not wanting any attention on himself. he can strike up conversation though, not wanting to seem too anti-social, and is friendly enough to make some friends. because of his introvertedness, the friends that he does have he hangs out with only a couple times a month - retreating to his place to watch tv or movies or try out a new cooking recipe.

and because he doesn’t like conflict he avoids it as much as possible. he’s also amibitious in a way that it’s only for himself. he finds it hard to forgive too and is deeply emotional. brooding and quiet could be some words to describe him just as much as passionate and intense is.

HOBBIES

he likes to cook alot so you can find him at the store or farmer’s market. because he likes to work with his hands, he’s also very into graffiti. he likes what some of them say and the message it can portray. swimming is also another hobby he likes so the indoor simming pool is one of his favorite places to be. he also edits videos and is only currently editing videos for an upcoming youtuber who gained popularity in the summer. he likes the extra cash that comes from it. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

friends & neighbors or live in the same neighborhood. maybe also a crush on him that he doesn’t reciprocate?

[isthisthingeven0n]

brightest lies : s.r

waking up in an unfamiliar place, you quickly learn you’re the next victim in the twisted game of truth or dare. (3k)

darkest truths / brightest lies 

(thank you so much for all the love on the first part of this two part series! tags for mini series: @haylaansmi) 

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The first thing you’re aware of is the restriction to your hands, the lack of blood flow to them and your feet. You’re no longer bound to the seat in the car, instead, you’re tied to a chair.

Opening your eyes, you wince at the bright light shining directly onto your face and the pulsing of your left temple. Slowly, your last memories piece themselves together. “Luke,” You call out, hearing his name echo in the space around you as your eyes avert to the droplets of crimson on your top, soaking through your trousers.

“You’re awake.” Someone states from behind you, watching you tense up as you lock your eyes with a doorway, covered in ivy made from metal, coated in gold. “I was worried you weren’t ever going to open your eyes again, Agent.” The voice becomes clearer as the unsub bends down, and you can feel their breath on your neck.

“Am I alone here?” You ask, taking in all the details of the space you’re in.

The unsub shuffles behind you, and you shudder as they glide their gun along your neck before facing you. “Just me and you, Agent.” Bending down in front of you, the unsub positions his gun to your chest, a smile forming on his lips. “So, I’ve got a question for you, Agent Y/l/n, truth or dare?”

*

Spencer had barely moved since he received the phone call.

Luke was in the hospital with Ms Jakings, and you were missing. He had just gotten you back, and you’ve slipped through his fingertips once more.

“Spence,” JJ speaks up, entering the empty room as Spencer sits on the edge of a table, lost in thought. “there’s something you ought to see, Penelope’s receiving a live broadcast.”

Lifting his head up, JJ can only see anger lining her friend's gaze as he marches past her and into the conference room set up by the police department.

“What’s going on?” Spencer asks as the rest of the team turn their heads, Rossi frowning deeply. “Garcia?”

Sniffing to herself, Penelope takes a deep breath as she presses the enter button, sending the broadcast to the team as it plays on the TV.

“Oh my god,” JJ mutters, covering her mouth as you’re sat in the middle of what seems to be a warehouse, tied up as blood coats your face. “is she?”

“She’s alive.” Spencer states, knowing you have to be, he wouldn’t know what he’d do if you weren’t.

The team watch closely as the unsub comes into frame, ignoring the camera wherever it is as you remain oblivious.

“I asked you a question, agent,” The unsub repeats himself as he grabs your face, lifting it up so you meet his gaze. “truth, or dare?”

You sigh quietly, your breathing becoming raspy as you stare back at the unsub. “Truth.” You spit out.

Chuckling to himself, the unsub releases your face and paces around the space, spinning his gun on his index finger as he nods to the camera behind his shoulder, out of your eyeline.

“Tell me something you’re afraid of?” He asks, raising a brow to you as he awaits your response.

“I, I’m afraid my family will never know what happened to me,” You start, looking up to the unsub as you lock onto his green eyes. “that my death will never be something that can be explained as you’ll escape after this, won’t you? I don’t want to die knowing my family will be left with questions.” You explain.

From the station, Spencer remains stoic. JJ and Emily share a look whilst Rossi stands besides Matt, hoping you can buy yourself some time whilst Garcia tries to locate the signal.

“You sound sure of that.” The unsub responds.

“I’ve been in enough situations to know.” You try to shrug your shoulder, but the ropes are too tight for any attempt at movement. “So, truth or dare?”

“Excuse me?” The unsub retorts.

“That’s how the game works. You take it in turns, otherwise, what’s the fun in that?” You ask, trying to keep it together as you force a small smile.

Moving closer toward you, the unsub kneels down. “Okay, agent. Truth.”

“What was your involvement in the Beavers game of truth or dare?” As soon as the question has left your lips, you watch as something changes in the unsubs expression.

His eyes darken, and you barely register the knife he pulls from his back pocket as he sinks it into your thigh.

You yell out in pain, looking down as the handle sticks out from your trousers, but he laughs giddily like a child.

“How much longer, Garcia?” Spencer’s voice is cold as he tears his eyes from the screen whilst your cries ring throughout the room.

Penelope carries on typing, working through various layers of coding. “I’m almost there, but the signal is being bounced across the state.” Penelope reasons as she holds back tears, knowing she needs to keep it together for your sake.

“That wasn’t the answer I was looking for.” You tell the unsub through gritted teeth as you focus on your breathing whilst he shakes his head. “I won’t carry on playing until you tell me.”

“I didn’t play,” The unsub begins as he walks away from you. “my brother, Charlie did. He, he let me sit in on one of the games as I wasn’t old enough to join in so I sat in the background whilst he played.”

Listening closely, you wish the rest of the team could hear this, help in some way. But you’re all alone, it’s down to you to get out of here, or die trying.

“And they dared Charlie to do something stupid, reckless. Charlie sent me out from his room that night, and I wasn’t allowed to see what the dare was.” The unsub pauses before marching back to you and grips the knife from your thigh. “You know what they made him do?” His eyes fill with tears as he stares at you whilst you shake your head. “They made him overdose, on camera.”

Ripping the knife from your thigh, another scream leaves your lips as you hear it clatter against the ground.

“So you, you want revenge?” You breathe out. “For, for Charlie’s sake?”

“This is what Charlie would’ve wanted! Revenge for what those sick teenagers made him do. I saw the recording, they convinced him to take more pills, that he’d be a pussy if he didn’t.” The unsub scoffs as he wipes his eyes before his attention returns to you.

Back in the station, Garcia’s attention is sidetracked as she finds out who the unsub is. “His name is Grayson Taylor. He’s 21, an undergrad at Ohio University, and he did lose his brother Charlie when he was 12. Charlie was 16 at the time when he,” Garcia trails off.

“Is there anything on him? Any bank transactions or work history in the area?” Emily asks, leaning over the table as you manage to stall sometime with Grayson.

“Nothing of late, he, he’s been off the grid.” Penelope sighs as she returns to trying to locate the signal. “I’ve almost got the pinpoint for the broadcast, it’ll be less than two minutes until I’ve got a location.”

You can feel your vision beginning to fade, yet all you can think about is one thing. “I’m sorry,” You mutter under your breath. “I’m sorry, Spence.” You manage to speak coherently, wishing Spencer could hear you.

“Truth or dare, Agent?” Grayson demands, now holding his gun directly to your chest. “And this time, no more games.”

With all your might, you lift your head up and look at the young man as swallow back your tears. “Truth.” You tell him.

“What is your darkest secret? And for your sake, you better make it a good one.” He spits at you, knowing your team are watching from the station.

Everyone in the conference room pauses as they watch intently as tears fall from your eyes. “Come on, Y/n.” Rossi mutters as Tara stands beside him, taking his arm as Spencer tries not to crumble into himself.

“I,” Your lip quivers as you look down to your stomach. “Nearly six weeks ago, I, I found out that I,” A shaky sigh leaves your lips.

“Spit it out, agent!” Grayson yells as he cocks the gun at you, quickly losing his patience.

“I found out that I’m pregnant.” You tell him clearly, and silence falls around the members of the BAU as they look to Spencer. “And I was waiting for the right moment to tell the Dad.” You admit. “But I guess he’ll never know, I, he’ll never get to be the father of our child.” Tears fall from your eyes whilst Grayson claps.

“Oh that is certainly something,” He bluntly laughs. “don’t you think so, agents?” He adds, now catching your attention as you shoot your head up, looking across the room to where Grayson stands with a camera in hand.

“No, no!” You mutter as Grayson zooms in on your face. “Please, please, don’t.”

“Spence,” JJ walks over as Spencer stumbles over his feet and collapses into a chair.

“I’ve got the signal!” Penelope yells through the line. “Technically there are three locations that the signals bouncing from. But all three are warehouses just outside of Beavercreek.”

Not wasting any time, the team exit the station with back up on route whilst your broadcast remains live.

“I can’t do this,” You whimper, and Grayson sighs loudly. “please, can I at least say goodbye?”

Sitting in the SUV with JJ, Emily and Matt, Spencer clenches his fists as they listen to your broadcast.

Grayson rolls his eyes as he nods. “If you must.” He props the camera back up before standing behind you, patting your shoulders as you flinch.

“My name is Y/n Ingot Y/l/n, I know I won’t leave this place alive, but to my family, tell my Mom I went with pride, that I’ll always be her golden child.” You try to compose yourself as you focus on the lens.

“Ingot isn’t Y/n’s middle name.” JJ speaks up, and Spencer snaps out from hearing your last words.

“Ingot is a piece of relatively pure metal, it’s used in steel making.” Spencer explains. “Penelope, are any of the warehouses used in steelmaking or any metalwork?”

“Erm, yes! I’ve sent the directions to you, you’re the closest.” Penelope responds as Emily slams on the gas, heading straight to you.

“Please be okay.” She mutters under her breath as she watches the monitor seeing the team are minutes away, still listening to you on the broadcast.

“And to my other family, the BAU, I’ll never forget a moment of what you did for me. The laughs we’ve had, the heartache and suffering we’ve witnessed, but even in those dark moments, there has always been a triumph. No matter how big or small, there’s been something.” You pause as tears continue to fall from your eyes as the dried blood from your cheek drips with your tears. “I know you’ll think of this as a loss, but please think of the small triumph you’ll have. Save the other students, stop there being more unnecessary death.”

“Anything else?” Grayson nudges you with the gun. “Times running out.” He motions to the blinking light on the camera turning red.

“Spence, Spencer Reid,” A watery chuckle leaves your lips. “I, I love you, Spencer. I think I always have but I was too afraid to admit it before we started dating. You will always be the best person I ever had the pleasure of knowing, and loving. I, I’m sorry we never got to say goodbye, and that we never got to meet our child.” You can’t hold back the sob anymore as your head falls forward. “I love you, goodbye.”

The broadcast ends abruptly after that, and Spencer remains too silent beside JJ. “Spence,” JJ starts, but Spencer shakes his head as tears fall from his eyes, rippling down his cheeks as Emily pulls up to the warehouse.

Without waiting for any orders, Spencer storms ahead to the warehouse. He hovers by the doorway, hearing Grayson taunting you inside.

“Reid.” Emily snaps quietly as Spencer turns his head, eyes filled with rage.

“You knew, didn’t you?” Spencer questions under his breath, watching closely as Emily lowers her gaze. “Don’t you dare tell me how to act right now, Emily.” Spencer adds as he turns around, positioning himself ready to shoot Grayson the second he has the opportunity.

“Thank you for the show, Y/n,” Grayson whistles as he moves to stand in front of you, his back turned to the entrance of the warehouse. “I think you know what happens next, don’t you?”

You nod weakly. “Just, make it quick.” You mutter as you close your eyes, awaiting the inevitable.

Yet, the sound of a gun fires, but you don’t feel any pain course through your body.

Opening your eyes, you look down to see Grayson in front of your feet, lifeless and the faint sound of footsteps rushing toward you.

“Sp, Spence?” You call out as your vision gives in, and you can faintly feel a pair of hands on your cheeks.

“Y/n, come on, stay awake for me!” Spencer pleads as Emily and JJ work on undoing the ties around your wrists and ankles. “Come on, don’t close your eyes, please!” He cries out as he watches your eyes droop. “Please, baby, don’t close your eyes.”

“Medics, in here!” Emily yells as the medics enter the warehouse, assisting you immediately and Spencer is forced to one side.

“Stand down, Reid.” Emily tells him firmly as he watches you being lifted onto a stretcher, breezing in and out of consciousness. “I’m sorry, Spencer.” Emily speaks softly now, resting her hand on Spencer’s arm. “Y/n wanted to tell you herself, I, I couldn’t.”

Spencer nods to Emily before heading out behind your stretcher and into the ambulance.

“She’s stable for now,” One of the medics reports.

“What about,” Spencer trails off, barely having time to comprehend there is a ball of cells inside of you. and knows this level of trauma so early on could result in a miscarriage. “is it?”

“We’ll know more once we get to the hospital, sir.” The other medic answers as the doors close and Spencer sits with you, holding your hand with all his might, never wanting to let go.

*

Three months later:

“Today’s the day, huh?” Penelope grins like a Cheshire cat as she perches on the edge of your desk whilst you grasp onto your mug.

“Why do I feel the strangest sense of De Ja Vu?” You ask, raising a brow as you place your mug down and wheel back in your chair, resting your hands on your small, but growing bump.

“How is my godchild doing? Better not be keeping you up too late.” Penelope chuckles as you roll your eyes before reaching for your crutch.

“Ah, let me help.” Luke calls out as he rushes over, smiling softly to you as he helps you to your feet and with the crutch. “You steady?” He asks, his hands outstretched as he glances to Penelope.

“I’m good, thanks, Luke.” You assure him as Emily exits her office. “You guys have got to stop hovering, I’m fine!” You add as your back remains turned to the entrance to the bullpen. “I know my way around a crutch, thanks to a certain genius who got shot in the knee a few years back.”

“And now look at you,” Spencer pipes in, and you turn around, seeing your goofy boyfriend stood there with his satchel in hand. “quite the pair we make.” He adds.

“Welcome back, Reid.” Luke shakes Spencer’s hand.

“Thanks, it’s good to be back.” Spencer comments as Emily steps closer.

“Come on,” Emily motions to Spencer as he follows behind her. “let’s have a chat about the rules from now on.”

Glancing over his shoulder, Spencer smiles to you before closing the door to Emily’s office. “Looks like someone’s grounded for a while.” Rossi tuts.

“Makes two of us.” You add, motioning to your leg and growing bump.

“Wait, does that mean I can’t have you all to myself anymore?” Penelope frowns.

“Oh, Pen,” Wrapping your arm around her, you kiss her cheek. “you’ve got me for another few months, don’t you worry ‘bout that.”

After a good hour, Spencer exits Emily’s office, looking like his tail is hanging between his legs.

“Hey,” You call Spencer over as you wander to the kitchen whilst it remains empty. “you okay?” You ask, resting your hand on his hip.

Spencer nods as he steps closer, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close against him. He closes his eyes as he feels you laugh against him.

“What’s this for?” You question as Spencer pulls away, but his hands remain cemented on your waist.

“For being you.” He mutters. “For surviving, fighting, being a genius, my best friend and a future Mom, and I love you for it all.” Spencer adds.

“Hold on,” You pause, resting your hand against his chest as a smile forms on your lips. “did you just call me a genius?” You revel in the moment as Spencer shakes his head in disbelief.

“That was the takeaway from that?” He laughs through his words whilst you lean forward and kiss him softly.

Before Spencer has a chance to fully react, you pull away. “I love you too, Spence.” You whisper into his lips. “So, you grounded too for a while?”

Nodding in response, Spencer steps left as he reaches for a mug and pours sugar directly into it, knowing you’re giving him a disapproving look. “For the next two months.”

“Huh,” You mutter as you lean against the counter. “looks like you’re stuck with me then, Doctor Reid.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Y/l/n.” He nudges you playfully. “Come on,” He holds his hand out for you to take. “I promised I wouldn’t let go, and I don’t intend on breaking that promise any time soon.”

Taking Spencer’s hand, you both exit the kitchen and return to your desks as paperwork piles up. But every now and then, you catch a glance from your best friend, your love and father of your child. And in that glance, you know that everything will be alright.

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Twisted 15 - Playing with Fire [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking.

Word Count: 3800

Summary: Good intentions can lead to bad consequences.

Your first night with Spencer was different than any other time with anyone else you had ever been with, and you were one hundred percent sure that he would have some scientific explanation for it, but for you, the reason behind that was very simple.

Even if you couldn’t even admit it to yourself yet.

But for the first time in a very long time, your nightmares left you alone. Your sleep wasn’t disturbed, not by anything unpleasant anyway and you were almost sure that the small movement beside you in bed followed by a soft kiss into your neck was a part of your dreams.

The fuzzy feeling spread through you as the haze of the sleep slowly withdrew from your body and you snuggled closer into the covers, not ready to leave the warmth yet but as soon as you turned and felt the empty spot next to you, you opened your eyes, frowning. You sat up in bed, rubbing at your eyes and grabbed the folded paper lying on the pillow beside yours.

Beatrice;

She is the sum of nature’s universe,

To her perfection all of beauty tends.

Dante.

You smiled and your eyes skimmed the next lines under the quote.

New case in Ohio, they called in the whole team.

You heaved a sigh, falling back to bed again, pulling the silk sheets over your head and letting out a groan. The sunshine that seemed to fill your veins had disappeared already, leaving its place to coldness and you kicked off the sheets to walk to the bathroom.

After taking a long hot shower, you got dressed and blow dried your hair, humming a song to yourself, the memory of last night flashing in your mind, sending a spark through your whole system. You turned off the blow drier, stealing a look at your phone to see whether Spencer had texted you yet but there was nothing, so you grabbed it and left the bathroom.

As soon as you stepped into the kitchen, a shriek left your lips, making your mother turn around.

“Y/N!”

“Jesus Christ mom!” you pressed a hand over your chest, “How many times do I have to tell you not to break into my apartment?”

“It’s not breaking in if I have a key.”

“That key is for emergencies,” you let out a breath, “There’s a copycat killer sending me flowers, remember? Now is not the time for surprises.”

She tilted her head, “Speaking of, I heard you let the security I fixed you go.”

“I’m not going to walk around with bodyguards,” you said as you approached the coffee maker, “There’s security at my office already, I can’t have it in my building too.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“As long as you don’t give me a heart attack, I think we will be fine,” you checked your wristwatch, “Damn it, I need to leave in five.”

“Well, I won’t take much of your time,” she said and put a file on the kitchen island, making you look up from the cup you were pouring your coffee into.

“What’s that?”

“I took the liberty of contacting Philip.”

“Your P.I?” you asked, “Why?”

“To look into your boyfriend of course.”

You blinked a couple of times and put the coffee cup down, “Mom, no.”

“Relax, I didn’t read it.”

“No,” you insisted, “No way. Throw that away.”

“Y/N, don’t you want to know if there’s anything in his past that might be—”

“I’m not going to dig into his past!” you interrupted her, your heartbeat getting faster, “Anything he wants to tell me, he can tell me himself, I’m not going to learn it from a freaking P.I file.”

She heaved a sigh, “You don’t know what he might be hiding from you.”

“He’s not hiding anything from me,” you said, “Also, I know his father isn’t a serial killer, which is more than I can say for myself. I’m the last person to judge someone for their past.”

“What your father has done has nothing to do with you,” she said, “I didn’t tell Philip to look into his parents sweetheart, just him.”

“Throw that away.”

She rolled her eyes, “Y/N.”

“I’m not going to read it,” you told her as you put your coffee down and grabbed your purse from the counter, “I gotta go, but lock the door behind you when you leave okay?”

“Y/N, we need to talk about this!”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you turned around to look at her, “Mom, for the first time in my life I actually feel—“ you paused for a moment, “He makes me happier than you could imagine, okay? I’m not going to betray his trust, not like that. Ever.”

She shot you a look and you walked out of the apartment, your phone already buzzing in your hand.

“Erica?” you greeted your assistant as you answered the phone, “I’m on my way.”

                                                           ***

You definitely had not imagined the next two days going like this.

For starters, you had thought you would get to wake up next to Spencer. That didn’t happen.

You had thought you would have a peaceful morning. That didn’t happen.

You had assumed Spencer would call you, at least text you sometime in these two days, but that didn’t happen either. Between meetings and clients and running from venues to pastry shops to flower shops, you kept checking your phone but there was nothing. Even after you had texted him good morning, it was radio silent.

You tried to convince yourself that it was because of his job. You were busy during the day yes, but he was dealing with actual serial killers and their victims, so it was more than normal that he couldn’t find….five seconds to text you.

Maybe.

On second day though, you were getting way too restless.

“Nothing?” Mina asked as she came back from the bathroom and you put your phone down, taking a sip of your rosé and averting your glances to the other people in the restaurant.

“No,” you murmured, “It’s—it’s fine.”

“Is it though?”

You clicked your tongue and pushed at your salad with your fork, “No,” you admitted, “It’s not fine.”

“Thought so.”

“It’s just that…” you heaved a sigh, “Maybe— I don’t know, maybe I misunderstood what this was?”

“Or maybe he’s an idiot.”

“He has an IQ of 187, Mina.”

“Doesn’t mean he’s not an idiot,” she pointed at you with her fork, “Listen, you know what kind of a job he has. Every second counts when you’re hunting down killers.”

“A text takes like five seconds to type,” you reminded her and bit inside your cheek, “What if—“

“No,” Mina said, “Whatever you’re thinking right now, that’s not what’s happening here. You just decided to date a guy who has the worst work hours, that’s it,” she tilted her head, “Speaking of, did mom seriously get Philip to look into him?”

“Oh my God yes!” you looked up at her, finally able to focus on something else, “Can you believe that?”

“Yes I can. I one hundred percent saw that coming,” she sipped her drink, “I didn’t think she would tell you though, not after what happened the last time.”

You frowned, but then a look of realization dawned on your face, “Right,” you said, “She did the same when you and Kenzie started dating. I almost forgot.”

“Kenzie broke up with me when she found out,” she reminded you, shaking her head, “It was the worst week of my life. I had to beg her to at least listen to me.”

“I mean I get that she was angry, but breaking up?”

“I don’t know how I would react if she did the same thing to me,” Mina stated, “I can’t blame her, not really. It was way out of line.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I didn’t read it.”

“You shouldn’t read it,” Mina said, “Did you get rid of it?”

“I told mom to throw it away as I was leaving,” you said, “I didn’t see it on the counter when I came back, so I guess she did throw it away. Or took it with her, I don’t know.”

“You do realize none of this would be happening if you didn’t walk around announcing you’re in love—”

Your eyes widened, “Mina!”

“What? Just because you didn’t tell him doesn’t mean it’s not crystal clear to the rest of us.”

“I didn’t announce anything!”

“You might as well have,” she said, “Now that you got laid, there’s no excuse to that behavior.”

“At least I’m not calling him my love,” you pointed out and Mina scrunched up her nose.

“Don’t remind me,” she murmured, “I don’t know what mom is thinking. Also, apparently, there’s this auction for charity and all of us are supposed to be there. You, me, Kenzie…. Do you want to guess who the sponsor is?”

“Mom’s boyfriend.”

“Mom’s boyfriend,” she repeated, clinking her glass with yours, “Trust me, that’s gonna be a disaster.”

For the rest of the day, Spencer made no contact with you, and it was becoming more nerve-wrecking than you had thought it would be. Every hour your mind came up with some theory that was even more ridiculous than the other.

You had started with the theory of that night before not being as good for him as it was for you and somehow reached the theory of him lying dead in a ditch because a serial killer had gotten to him. Your fingers were practically itching for you to call him but you managed to control yourself, pouring yourself a glass of whiskey and trying to focus on the emails your assistant had sent you.

But the buzz of your phone was more than enough to make you sit up straight and snatch your phone off the coffee table. You touched the screen, your eyes skimming the text.

Sorry I couldn’t call, the case was chaotic and we just landed. Can I drop by? I missed you.

You stared at the screen, trying to repress the fury bubbling inside of you but managed to reply with just one word.

Sure.

Two days of complete silence, and then I missed you.

Lovely.

You let out a breath, forcing yourself to focus on the screen of your laptop instead of the anger filling you, because if you didn’t calm yourself down you were pretty damn sure that tonight would end in a huge argument.

And you didn’t want that. You didn’t want to let yourself play that messed up pushing and pulling game with him, because you knew where that would end.

It took more than an hour and a couple of glasses of whiskey, but when you heard the knock on your door, you pushed the cashmere throw off of you and walked to the door to open it.

Damn it, even the sight of him at your door was more than enough to make you want to rush into his arms, but you managed to hold your ground, leaning sideways to the door to take a look at him. He looked like he hadn’t slept in these two days and he was clearly exhausted, if not physically then mentally. The thought tugged at your heartstrings and you pressed your lips together.

“Welcome back,” you managed to say, not moving an inch to kiss or hug him and of course that didn’t escape his notice. Even when he was tired, he knew exactly how to read you.

You opened the door wider and walked back into the living room, listening to him close the door behind him and follow you.

“Tough case?”

“Yeah- is everything okay?”

His question made you turn around to look at him and you crossed your arms, frowning slightly.

“Yeah.”

“Y/N.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Hm?”

“What happened?”

“Nothing,” you said, “I guess I’m surprised to hear from you, that’s all.”

A look of realization flashed over his handsome face, “I wanted to call you,” he said quickly, “I really did, but as soon as we landed in Ohio they took us into the crime scene, and the whole night I tried to crack the case but it turned out the killer had already committed—“

“A text would’ve been fine,” you pointed out, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet, “You didn’t get five seconds to yourself, professor?”

“Will you believe me if I say no?”

“No,” you stated, “Not really. It’s fine, I just misunderstood what this was,” you motioned at him,”It’s—like I said, it’s fine. I just didn’t know it before so I got confused, that’s all.”

“What did you misunderstand?” he asked you and you shrugged your shoulders again like a petulant child, keeping silent. He watched you, his brows furrowed as he tried to understand what was happening before he pulled back slightly.

“You thought—“ he started, his voice soft, “You thought I’d leave you like that?”

Don’t say it. Don’t say it.

Don’t fucking say—

“What do I care if you left?”

Anthony, -your ex you had broken up with months and months ago- had once told you that during the arguments, especially if you were mad at the person in front of you, it was like you were possessed by the devil himself.

“I have no idea what the fuck you want,” he had yelled at you, “I don’t think you know either.”

Now to think of it, you were beginning to agree with him about you being possessed because you knew it was illogical, you knew you were being petty and nonsense, and yet, you couldn’t stop yourself.

“You don’t care.” Spencer repeated, his aura changing completely, his tone calm and collected.

You supposed that was normal. You had already trespassed into his area of expertise voluntarily, and yes you could push and pull someone until they broke, but Spencer could play these mind games and come out on top no matter how much you tried to beat him at that.

The thought of him taking a peek into all these defenses you had spent years building was so intimidating that for a moment you felt almost naked and blinked a couple of times, your nose in the air.

Walking away when you were at your own goddamn apartment was a challenge but your pettiness knew no limits.

“You know what, I’m gonna take a shower, it’s really late.”

“Y/N.”

“Yeah listen, like I said, it’s fine. You missed me, you saw me and we’re clearly both very happy right now, so do you mind closing the door behind you when you leave?” you said, your voice cold as ice and took a step to walk past him but he grabbed your arm before you could do that, his grip firm but not painful.

“You know I can see through that, right?” his voice was low as your heart started pacing in your chest, the fire shooting through you despite anger, “Try to run away from it, lie to me all you want, but I’m not one of those clueless idiots around you. We both know you do care.”

It was as if there was an invisible electric wire crackling between your bodies, getting stronger and stronger with each second passing. Your eyes narrowed as you stood still for a moment, like a snake ready to strike, your mind going overdrive with where to attack him first.

“Then it’s a good thing one of us does,” you managed to say, your voice like a hiss, “Because we both know that you don’t.”

Something behind his eyes shifted but before you could even question what it was he had already pulled you into a kiss, his fingers buried into your hair while he walked you back until your back collided with the wall. You pushed his jacket off of him, not caring where it ended up and your fingers nimbly tried to get rid of his tie, a whine escaping from your lips when you had to break the kiss so that he could pull the oversized shirt you were wearing over your head. He pulled back for a moment, his fiery gaze focused on you and that was when you understood why he had stopped.

He was making sure he would remember this.

You pushed yourself off the wall, flinging yourself into his arms once again. It was nearly impossible to fight the urge of being closer to him, so you gave in as his hand tugged at the roots of your hair while both of you blindly tried to find the nearest flat surface, knocking over a vase and the floor lamp in process before he finally pushed you back to the couch. A squeal escaped from your lips when you landed on the soft cushions, but it soon turned into a moan when his body covered yours, his teeth grazing your neck.

“Well,” he murmured, his low voice in your ear giving you shivers, “Let’s test that theory then.”

                                                        ***

Of course he woke up before you. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he hadn’t slept at all but he looked better rested than when he first had got there, so you figured he at least got a couple of hours. He had put his pants and white button up on, but his tie and jacket were still scattered along the room. He was sitting by the edge of couch, his files all over the coffee table as his eyes darted between them and he dragged his fingertips over the papers, but when he felt you watching him, he turned his head to look at you, a smile pulling at his lips, mirroring yours.

“Good morning,” he said and your smile widened before he leaned in to kiss you.

“Hi,” you murmured as you reached out to touch his curls, “Why does your hair look prettier than mine in the morning?”

He chuckled against your lips, “You’re seeing things,” he said, stealing another kiss from you before pulling back, his thumb caressing over your cheekbone.

“What time is it?” you rasped out and he checked his wristwatch.

“7,” he said and you scrunched up your nose,

“How much time do you have?”

“Less than half an hour,” he sighed, “How much time do you have?”

“Perks of being the boss,” you wiggled your brows, “I don’t have any meetings before ten o’clock today.”

“Lucky.”

“Incredibly lucky,” you winked at him as you pecked him on the lips and grabbed your bra and underwear off the floor, painfully aware of his gaze on you sending fire underneath your cheeks. You got into your shirt, then narrowed your eyes at him.

“It’s rude to stare professor, where are your manners?” you asked, making him chuckle before he snapped his fingers as if he just thought of something.

“I almost forgot,” he said, pulling away to grab his satchel and he dug into it to pull out a small magnet, making you gasp and snatch it out of his hand.

“You remembered!” you said with a smile, “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll put it on the fridge. Coffee?”

He raised his brows and nodded his head, “Yes please.”

“I’m beginning to think I’m becoming a profiler,” you grinned at him and fixed your hair before jumping over the back of the couch. You had every intention to walk to the kitchen but you couldn’t help yourself as you leaned over to rest your chin on his shoulder and kissed his cheek, making him smile. He entwined his fingers with you, pressing his lips on the back of your hand, the warmth spreading from that spot through your whole body.

“Thank you,” you said softly and he turned his head to look at you,

“Of course, it’s nothing.”

“No, it’s… it’s not nothing.” You shook your head, “It makes me happy.”

The light in his eyes was so warm that you thought you would melt.

“Good, because I want—“ he swallowed thickly, “I need you to be happy.”

You nibbled on your lip before you stole a kiss from him,

“I am,” you murmured, not lying for the first time in your life. You rushed to the kitchen, putting the magnet on the fridge carefully before you turned the coffee machine on.

“So I was thinking,” you said, “About this 7 hour long conference.”

“You lost that bet, you have to attend it with me.”

“Ah no, I’m not trying to skip it,” you leaned on the kitchen island, “I just have a question.”

He looked over his shoulder, “Yeah?”

“There are bathrooms there right?”

“Of course.”

“And everyone will be pretty busy during and after the sessions?”

“Yeah because the Q and A sometimes goes longer than planned.”

“Great, so we can hook up in the bathroom?”

He blinked a couple of times, as if he couldn’t tell if you were joking.

“Come again?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “What? No one ever does anything fun in these conferences?”

“I don’t—“ he stammered, “They’re highly academic, so I don’t think… I don’t think anyone—um—”

“You okay there, professor?” you grinned, aware of your effect of your words “You’re telling me you keep attending these conferences and then you end up not hooking up with anyone?”

He shook his head, still confused and you winked at him.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” you said, “You’re going to be late if you just keep sitting there and gawking at me by the way, IQ of 187.”  

He tried to pull himself together, gathering his files as you turned around to get the cups out of the cabinet.

“For the record, I think people are having fun in a non-academic way in these things, you just don’t know it yet,” you said, pouring the coffee into the cups “In one of the conferences we had to attend during college, me and my friend got these flasks of whiskey, then we—“ you stopped talking when you turned around and saw him standing there, completely frozen as he skimmed the papers in one of his files.

“What?” you asked when his eyes snapped up to yours, but there was something behind his gaze, completely void of the affection you were used to seeing. He swallowed thickly, his jaw clenched and he threw the file onto the kitchen island, making you frown.

Then a shudder ran down your spine.

Your mom’s file on Spencer. The one she had told her P.I to prepare when she paid him to look into Spencer’s past. You had just assumed your mother threw it away when you couldn’t see it after you came home that day, but apparently you should’ve looked harder.

“Y/N,” his voice sounded way too distant, way too cold, “What the hell is this?”

Chapter 16

[happylikethat]

I went to college in Delaware, Ohio.

The United States has 3 times as many Jerusalems as Israel