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keelywolfe · 4 years ago

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FIC: Welcome To Backwater ch.2 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Stretch isn’t running away, not really.

He took the bus.

Only to end up in a little town in the middle of nowhere, meeting unusual people, dealing with unexpected happenings, what the hell is going on in this place?

Content: Spicyhoney, Midwest Gothic

Note: Just as a heads up, I'd give this story a warning for mild horror and mild gore. None of our boys, but better to let y'all know!

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Read Chapter Two ‘Meet and Greet’ on AO3

Read it here!

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For the next week Stretch spent most of his time trying to figure out the method in the madness to Red’s store management. His first day of ‘training’ pretty much consisted of Red showing up long enough to demo the cash register and then shuffling off to the apartment at the back where he lived. Not that pushing a couple of numbered buttons was that complicated, but that wasn’t the only issue cropping up around here along with the local corn.

First of all, nothing in the shop was priced. All the items were recorded in a ragged notebook with coffee ring stains on the cover, where Stretch got to figure out if an item fell under the category of ‘toilet paper’, ‘paper, toilet’, ‘ass wipers’, or ‘shitty ass wipers’, all written in Red’s sloppy handwriting. The sheer number of items that fell under ‘ass’ and ‘shitty’ were staggering.

Turned out, the little store actually did a fair amount of business. Plenty of Humans stopped in to pick up one or two things rather than drive to the nearest Wally World which according to Granny Collemore, who Stretch was guessing was the unofficial town gossip, was better than a thirty-minute drive away.

“Don’t need to be driving an hour for a little bum tissue,” she bellowed happily, “shopping day is Sunday, we’ll stock up then!”

Stretch nodded as he rang her up, wincing away from her volume. He’d figured out pretty quickly that the old woman was stone deaf, but she didn’t seem to care if all she got was a smile and plenty of nods, so that was fine.

She handed over a wad of cash pulled from a little embroidered change purse that let out a puff of lavender so strong when she opened it that it overshadowed the store’s normal musty smell, hollering the whole time. By the time she left, Stretch knew enough about the local weather patterns to make a rain prediction and that the way someone named Pritchard was hamming on a pretty young’un Eloise meant they’d best they be married soon ‘fore it turned into a shotgun wedding. He nodded along with every proclamation, hurrying around the counter to open the door for her and ended up spending five minutes waiting for her to shuffle her way out, her bunny slippers leading the way.

But as she was leaving, she reached up and gave him a gentle pat on the cheekbone, her wrinkled hand barely able to reach. “You’re a nice boy,” she told him, too loud and with a pink, gummy smile.

Stretch was too startled to flinch away and only managed to mumble a thank you as she headed off into the growing heat of the morning, a hunched figure in a flowery dress and pink slippers, her bag of emergency tp bumping against her hip as she trundled along.

That was another thing. He’d thought that the Humans around here would be distrustful, even malicious, but that wasn’t proving to be the case. Aside from a little surprise when they first saw him, all the customers so far were small-town kindly. Kids came into the shop to raid the nickel-candy rack, their bikes left in piles outside as excited groups came roaring in. Mothers came in with babies wearing only their diapers, fanning themselves and laughing out their, ‘my, isn’t it a hot one today?’ as they bought a half-gallon of milk and some fresh apples to put in the bottom of their strollers.

No one in town seemed to care that he was a Monster past asking his name and maybe it was just ‘cause of Red being a skeleton, too. Could be that Granny Collemore was out there somewhere bellowing that the local shopkeeper had family visiting, who knew? It was sure different than he was used to. The general sentiment in Ebott about Monsters was resentment; over them taking jobs, enrolling in the schools, whatever it was, they didn’t want Monsters doing it.

It was…nice, he decided, to not have someone dislike him on sight.

That was how he spent his mornings. He worked in the shop, idly dusting, putting away the deliveries that a guy in the pickup truck and overalls brought in daily, and borrowing Red’s wifi to listen to soft music on his phone. The calls had trickled to only once a day and the glaring red alert number of his messages kept climbing.

Stretch didn’t look at them, only skipped right over to Spotify and the 'The Wedding Singer Divorce Special pt 2' playlist.

Red came in every day to relieve him at around two. He grunted out something that resembled a hello as he heaved himself up on the stool, leaning his cane against it as he pulled out a battered romance novel from beneath the counter. The creased covered did not in the slightest hide the young, scantily-clad woman caught up in a fiery embrace with her highland Lord.

“be back later,” Stretch said as he hung up his apron. Not that it mattered, wasn’t like Red was his dad or even a friend, not really, and he didn’t care when Stretch came home. A couple times they’d eaten together, takeout from the local diner that was imaginatively called ‘Mama’s’, not ‘Eats’, watched a little but that was it. His lack of idle chitchat was the complete opposite of Blue’s constant stream of chatter and after years of that, the silence was kinda disconcerting, but maybe not in a bad way.

Red didn’t even look up from his book, only pulled a crumpled bill out of his pocket and pushed it across the counter, “pick up some beer at the station, wouldja?”

“sure,” Stretch said, almost grateful for something else to do. It was miles better than sitting the rest of the day in his little room with its faded, floral wallpaper where the air conditioning wasn’t quite able to combat the heat of the mid-afternoon sun. He’d done that once, the first day, and after that made a point of staying out of his room until sundown to give it chance to cool off.

The town itself wasn’t much more than a bunch of ramshackle houses. To the west were fields, the leafy tops of what Stretch was now certain was corn rustling in the wind. Off to the east, the landscape slowly went from flat plains to trees, their wilting leaves yellowing in the heat and ending in a wooded area that surrounded maybe half the town. Shame it was too far away provide much shade unless you went walking right into it. Main street consisted of a few other public buildings; a tractor store right up next to the thrift shop, a little one-room schoolhouse with an attached shed that served as the town library, the Sheriff’s office, and the movie theater.

On the outskirts of town there was also a bar, The Whistling Cow, its glowing neon sign a single point of orange light on dark nights. As much as Stretch wanted a drink, he stuck with filching beer from the cooler Red kept under the counter. Hanging around with strange, drunk humans usually didn't end well for him.

The movie theater was where he’d taken to heading after work. Someone with a sense of humor must’ve named the place, since ‘The Grandeur’ literally only had one theater and maybe thirty seats, if that. The proprietor ran the ticket booth and the concession stand, and in his threadbare uniform with its yellowing shirt, he looked a lot like Lurch's second cousin, once removed.

But he was a nice enough fella and it was a good way to waste some time. Even if the only movies showing were old black and whites, the popcorn was fresh, with real butter, and the added bonus of air conditioning. Besides, the Three Stooges were funny as shit any old day.

That was where Stretch was headed today; the afternoon showing only cost two bucks, then another for popcorn and he was set for a few hours. It was better than trying to get anything to tune in on the television in his overboiled room. With a lot of coaxing, he might manage to get a PBS channel, but there was only so much time a person could spend sweating their way through a staticky version of Sesame Street.

Stretch got to his seat just as the lights were going down, settling in with his popcorn. Before the movie there were a few cartoons, and it was kinda wild to get to see Steamboat Willy chugging along on the big screen again.

Today’s flick was an honest to bitsy silent movie and Stretch watched with a wide grin as Charlie Chaplin slap-schticked his way across the stage. There were a few other people in the seats, at least one of them snoring; probably only came to get out of the summertime heat.

But it wasn’t really the movie he was here for. Not today.

He’d seen her the first time he came. Sitting in the far back row, not that uncommon, some people liked to sit far away. No one else seemed to notice her and that wasn’t strange either. Normally even he didn’t pay much attention to anyone else in the theater, who did? So long as a person was quiet, made no ripples in the pond, no one saw them. Movies were for escapism, not to make new friends.

But this lady. To begin with, her clothes were about a century out of date, with her pink suit and matching pillbox hat, her white gloves, and whenever the house lights came up while they switch the reel, she vanished without even a shimmer of dust motes, only returning once the darkness did.

He’d been back three times so far and she’d been in the theater for every showing. Sitting on her own watching the flick, always in the same seat. This time, Stretch was sitting in the seat next to it. He munched his buttery popcorn and watched as Charlie Chaplin-ed his way through the movie. He didn’t have to wait long.

None of the Humans noticed. The black-and-white light coming from the screen was dim enough that anyone sitting in the audience was nothing but a shadow. Humans tended towards the unobservant side, anyway, none of them had to be as aware of their surroundings as a Monster did, especially one like Stretch with only 5 HP between him and dust.

Besides, there wasn’t any fanfare about it. One minute the chair next to him was empty and the next, a young woman was sitting there, her hands clasped primly in her lap as she looked up at the movie with rapt attention.

“like the movies, huh?” Stretch said, very softly. “always wanted to be an actor myself, but i don’t have the guts for it.”

Waste of a good pun, he didn’t even think the woman had a chance to notice he was a skeleton. She startled, one faintly translucent hand flying to her mouth as if to stifle a scream. Stretch only munched on another piece of popcorn and let her gather her wits or ectoplasm or whatever ghosts had. Wasn’t like he had room to talk, the inside of his skull was as hollow as a drunken apology.

She settled quick enough and asked in a wispy little voice, “you can see me?”

Stretch slouched back and propped his sneakers up on the seat in front of him. “sure. it’s a monster thing. we see things that humans don’t, sometimes.” Or didn’t bother to see, Stretch wasn’t sure which.

“Sometimes they see me,” she admitted. “but they always run away.”

Yeah, Stretch couldn’t really blame them for that one. Humans weren’t used to ghosts, not the way Monsters were, and now that he was sitting up close, he could see the way she flickered a little, that pretty face sometimes flashing onto something else, half still pretty as a picture from an old magazine and the other a bloody ruin. There was a gaping hole on one side of her head, her blonde hair matted into dark clumps, and one blue eye stared out, unseeing. There were flecks scattered on the shoulder of her pink suit, chips of ivory, and Stretch knew enough about bones to recognize skull fragments. Another flicker and it was gone, only a pretty young Human woman looking back at him. The effect was a little off-putting, true, but it wasn’t like she could help it.

Besides, Stretch didn’t have to look. He was watching the movie.

“what’s your name?” he asked, softly.

She hesitated and he wondered if she didn’t want to tell him or if she didn’t know. Her eyes were large, absurdly long lashes sweeping against her cheeks as she considered. When she spoke again her voice was a little stronger, surer, “Doris.”

“doris, my name is stretch,” he told her, “and it is a pleasure to meet you.”

They sat together in silence for a little while. The music coming brightly from the speakers was as cheerful as a carousel, offering happiness and humor when she spoke again abruptly. “I know this is very forward. But. Could you do something for me?”

“maybe,” Stretch said, a little wary. Better not to make promises to unknown ghosts, they could get tetchy.

She smiled, a wry curve of lips as if she could hear his thoughts. “Your popcorn.”

He looked down at the paper cup in his hand, still half-full of buttery kernels. “you want some?” he asked, bemused.

She let out a whispery laugh, like a wind rustling through summer cattails. “No, but. Can I smell it?”

Oh. “sure.” He held the cup out and she leaned over it, inhaling deeply, or, well, looked like she did, he didn’t think ghosts actually breathed, but who knew? When she bent down twin ribbons of blood ran from both her nostrils, dark and slick. It didn’t drip into the popcorn, couldn’t, it wasn’t present in the same way the little carton was, but he felt his appetite fade. He still politely pretended not to notice.

She leaned back with a happy sigh and all signs of the blood were gone. “Thank you. I go behind the counter sometimes to smell it, but it’s not the same.”

“i bet. gotta be in a paper bucket or it ain’t right.” If she could go out to the concession stand, that meant at least she wasn’t stuck sitting in this one seat. Maybe it was just her favorite. “you get out much?” He jerked his head towards the door, “outside, i mean.”

“No,” She shook her head sadly, and her hair brushed her shoulders. “I have to stay in the theater.”

He nodded sympathetically. That was gonna make this a little harder, but not too much. He liked the movies, anyway. “yeah, it works that way sometimes. but hey, i’ll stop back in and see you again. if that’s okay?”

She brightened visibly, coming sharply into focus like a lens turned on a camera, until the chair behind her only barely showing through. “Would you?”

Now that was a vow he could make and Stretch sketched a cross over his chest with a finger and said solemnly, “i promise.”

Their chat must’ve been getting a little loud. Someone was turning around in the front seats. The room was too dark to see, but he didn’t have to witness a glare to feel it. Stretch slouched down in his seat and took the hint.

Hey, he’d made a friend. Well, most of one and it was the important part. A soul without a body was a lot nicer than a body without a soul, hands down.

Which made him wonder about the gas station attendant, because Mitch made Red seem like a warm, outgoing person.

The ancient artwork on the front window of the gas station showed a shiny, smiling attendant in a tidy uniform, his neatly cut hair almost hidden beneath his cap as he held up a dripping gas nozzle in offering. That guy must’ve gotten promoted out of state, because the only dress code Mitch followed was ‘fuck it, looks clean.’ Long, straggly hair poked out from his dirty baseball cap and, of all things, he was reading the New York Times, the business section.

His saving grace was that his disinterest in all customers was universal. Mitch was an equal opportunity kind of guy; he didn’t give a shit about anyone.

Stretch opened the door carefully so that the cowbell only gave a muted clang. He hesitated inside the door and decided to brave a question. Hey, he’d made one friend today, may as well push his luck. “you got any coffee on?”

It was a pretty safe bet, even as hot as it was. Coffee wouldn’t help with the sweat that was already dampening his shirt from walking over from the theater, but Stretch felt a little unsteady from meeting Doris. He could use a dose of caffeine to shore him up.

Mitch didn’t look up from his paper, but he jerked his chin towards the back wall. “Yep, but the only coffee I got is hot. Ain’t no ‘spressos around here, Slick.”

“Hot is fine.” He didn’t bother correcting him on the name. Started with an S, close enough, they’d be best pals in no time. The carafe of coffee smelled surprisingly fresh, considering that Mitch looked like he’d been holding that chair down for a few hours. There was a plastic basket next to the carafe filled with little coffee mate creamer cups. He added four French vanilla, carrying his murky coffee up to the counter with Red’s six-pack. Beer was one thing they didn’t sell at the store, no alcohol at all, something to do with the liquor laws in this county and Red not paying those skinflint jackholes for a license, not on his ass, thanks much.

He paid for both, picked up his change from where Mitch tossed it unhelpfully on the counter and went outside, fumbling out his smokes on the way.

Stretch sat down on the crumbling curb, drinking his coffee and smoking, letting the caffeine and nicotine wash over him in a twin, soothing rush. He’d been trying to cut down with his funds being on the uncertain side, cigarettes were a pricy vice, and he couldn’t bum any from Red the way he did the beers.

The sun was still high overhead pouring down the heat, coming up off the pavement in shimmery waves. Sweat was rising up on his bones, his t-shirt clinging damply to his ribs and spine. Somewhere nearby, he could hear children playing, the hollow thud of a basketball and their laughter carrying on in the still air. He didn’t have anywhere he needed to be, no one’s expectations to live up to.

When his cigarette was done and pinched out, Stretch climbed back to his feet and headed for the grocery to drop off the beers before they got warm. Again, he went easy on the door, keeping the bell to a faint rattle rather than a clang. It was only when he turned around that he saw the front counter was empty, Red’s book bent open on the counter but no skeleton around to pick it back up.

He set the beers on the counter, calling, “red?”

No reply and that was strangely ominous in a little store where even a short skeleton would be hard pressed to hide.

There was a long hallway in the back that led past a couple storerooms to the apartment Red lived in. He gave the storerooms a glance, just in case Red had a sudden urge to restock the sanitary napkin display, and wasn’t very surprised to find them unoccupied. He saw the door to Red’s apartment was open a crack like it never was and that cranked ominous up to sinister. The lingering sweat on his bones was chilling in the air conditioning, but that wasn’t the only reason a sudden shiver rattled him.

“red?” Stretch called weakly as he pushed open the door.

The living room was small with a ratty plaid sofa and a coffee table littered with beer cans and balled up chip bags, and standing in the center of it was a person who was not Red, not unless he got one hell of a growth spurt while Stretch was gone.

Once, Stretch would’ve just taken a shortcut out, right the hell to the Sheriff station down the road and never had he missed the skill more than when the guy-who-was-definitely-not-Red started to turn around. The instinct to teleport was still there even if the ability wasn’t, fizzling out with an aching pain right in the middle of his chest.

It was only a minor distraction and Stretch blundered over to grab a lamp from a side table, yanking the cord right out of the wall as he brandished it over his head like a club, yelling shrilly, “what the fuck are you doing in here?”

The guy turned around, looking back at him with deep crimson eye lights that flicked briefly up to the lamp before meeting his wild gaze. His voice was as smooth and dark as deep water as he stated coolly, “I believe that’s my question.”

Stretch could stare and the only coherent thought amongst the many tangled ones scrambling through his mind was only two words. Simple. Descriptive.

Oh, shit.

-tbc-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #underfell sans #underswap sans #welcome to backwater

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thenorthernrecords · 4 years ago

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Family Matters

[ The following is a log of a scene between Jacob and Carolina, shortly after the Sargenis family meeting. ]

@seawitchtales

Well that was exciting! Carolina’s heart hurt for Lani, she could completely understand the pain she felt from her Brother’s actions. Sea-colored irises watched Jacob as he told everyone goodbye, and closed the large doors of the long house. “...I don’t really know what to say about all of this. What a mess..” Using her arms she pulled herself up to stand using the help of the table. With a little wobble she’d reach into the pocket of her dress to pull out a flowered crown. With a weak smile she’d extend it out to Jacob. “... I was able to make you this..” And she was proud! (D)

So, dinner had been served, and he got to do some chitchat with the two elder 'cousins', which was nice, and for the most part, as messy as the situation was, dinner wasn't so bad! Riley had chosen to stay in a spare room in their home, and she went in for the night (probably to cry more) while the Areli family went to stay in the inn. Jac practically looked drained by the end of it. He rubbed the back of his neck, as he approached the table. "The man was a fucking prick. I'm glad you didn't get to meet him. The way he insulted his own sister?" He still got pissed off over it. Now, Michael Blackwood was horrible, but Eamonn Sargenis had an edge to his cruelty that made his blood boil. "Lani's holding up better than her two older sisters. It's a fucking mess, but his departure means we never have to worry about that idiot ever again." Good riddance! Jacob sat down with a huff, but the sight of a flower crown did make him feel better. He took it and just placed it on his head. "Look at you! You've recovered enough to start making me these again." Plus she was standing! He looked so proud of her progress. [d](edited)

When Jacob sat down Carolina took the opportunity to sit back within his lap, but this time she faced him. Gently both of her hands held his face with thumbs toying with his beard. For a long moment she looked into his eyes. She had thought she was damned to be trapped forever within the horrors of her mind. “...I’m so happy that you are real, Jac..” Her voice squeaked just a little bit as tears were held back. Her arms would wrap themselves around his neck so that a tight embrace could be given. “...I’m also glad that I never met him. He sounds like a real peach..” A rotten one. (D)

Jacob frowned, and reached up to stroke her cheek with his thumb gently. "Of course I'm real, sweetheart, and I'm not going anywhere." He smiled a tired, yet sincere smile, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly for a moment, reflecting just how damn happy he was that she was wake and with them again. Then, he scoffed. "Oh he was. The man was miserable -- I still can't believe I'm blood related to that man." Plus, they looked a little similar too, which annoyed him further. "I actually felt bad for him for a moment, but after today? Fuck that, and fuck him." He turned his head and spit on the ground because he was super serious! "That's another destructive relative I don't have to worry about anymore." [d]

Slowly Carolina leaned back so that she could lean against the edge of the table to watch Jacob as he spoke. “...what is it about Brothers? I mean everyone we know has the same issues including myself. We’ve got to make sure Erik is a good Brother, or I swear to Odin that I will hang him from his toes..” Because fuck this shit, their children would NOT be like this. Headache city. “..you look exhausted, my darling Jarl. We could go get close under the furs and sleep..” Before their darling children woke them up at the ungodly hour of the morning. (D)

Jacob let out a short sigh, leaning his head back so he can look up at the ceiling. "I don't know. Each case I know about has this odd sense of unearned entitlement, and maybe, their sisters have made them feel insecure, so they had to lash out." Jacob let out a snort, "But it proves just how weak and ball-less they were. This one --" Meaning Eamonn, "--respected me more than his own sister, but that's not saying much. Did you read the letter? ‘Jacob may carry our name if he wishes.’ As if I need his permission when I have Slania's already." Jacob simply chose not to carry it. "No, our children will be better because I'm making sure Erik never harms his sister, or lets harm come to her. I'm not going to coddle him and shit if he does." He raised his head to look at her. "We could, but we haven't had any time to just be together. It's been so long since you and I just spoke like this, without a care in the world. I missed it." Did he pout? Yes. Yes he did. [d]

A brow perked as she watched her Husband, pout? Carolina couldn’t even hold back a giggle. “...what’s this, Jacob Adair?” A content sigh was given as she leaned forward so that her face was directly in front of his. Her finger reached out and poked his nose. “...I missed it too, Jac, and I missed you. Don’t get me wrong..I missed our children. But the love I have for you is just different if that even makes any sense at all. I thought that I was going to die that night in the fire, and I was...well..never mind about all of that. Tell me everything that I missed, even if you think I wouldn’t be interested..” She had missed a whole lot, she was sure! (D)

The pout vanished almost instantly, and Jacob shrugged. "What's what? I don't know what you're talking about." He said casually, as if the pout never had occurred in the first place. But, he still smiled and gave her a wink. "Are you saying I'm more lovable than a child? Carolina Adair, I never!" He teased her, grinning ear to ear like the dork he really was inside. "Well, as you heard, Lani got hurt, but that big big guy, what's his name ... Keiran, saved her. You should have seen it, He came in with her in his arms, bleedin' all over him, and the man was worried." Which surprised him because it looked like Keiran had a sour grape in his mouth at all times. "But she recovered, thankfully. Benjamin Areli got hurt too, but he was nursed to health by Harper Maxson I believe." He raised his brows at that one. He had a feeling Katy wasn't feelin' too happy about that. "Oh, we rebuilt the orphanage, or rather, made it bigger and better. Most of the city is rebuilt, with newer defenses too. Leviticus has a brand new forge now -- the apprentice has become the master." And they totally did not want to give each other the biggest hug ever when Jacob told him he was to have a new forge because that would be crazy. Jacob then looked pensive, as if trying to decide something. He then let out an annoyed groan, and decided it was best to let Carolina know what had come in for her. He fished a letter from his pant's pockets and held it up to her. "So... this was for you. I normally would not open your letters but ...It's from your brother, Michael." He looked so disgusted just saying his name. [d]

“...you are the only man I will e v e r love the way that I love you, Mr. Adair...” Forever and always this fire would burn. Carolina watched Jacob as he explained the happenings over the past few months. “...Keiran is a good man, so I’m glad that he has decided to stick around.” Destiny would of never summoned him if there had been any doubt. Now a brow rose when Jacob mentioned Leviticus, followed by another giggle. “...you guys are disgusting, you’re going to have to control yourself with your mistress. She’s still a newlywed.” Oh ho! Quick with the jabs, lulz. And then her stomach fell. For a long moment she peered at the letter that Jacob held out to her. Slowly a hand would reach out before her gaze fluttered across the words that her Brother had written. By the time she was done reading, her whole body was shaking.

Rage.

The letter fell against the floor as she quickly stood from Jacob’s lap. That might of been a terrible idea because she was still way too weak to support herself. Both of her knees were shaking. “...why..why did HE kill Andrew. That was supposed to be..this motherfucker!” Carolina hissed, tears rolling down her cheeks. The one thing that had been promised to her was stolen. Andrew had only tortured her for almost her entire life. She always had to stay one step ahead, sleep with one eye open, and he still managed to catch her. Not once, but twice he almost succeeded in killing her. Because of him her whole family had been murdered. “...and I couldn’t even see the look on his face as he took his last breath..” Her knees gave way as she collapsed to sit on the floor, pulling her legs up under herself a bit. “...I’m going to have to go home, Jacob..” There was an emptiness to her voice, she couldn’t even look at her Husband. (D)

Jacob had frowned at the whole mistress bit. "Pfft. I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. That man is an asshole." Said another man who was also an asshole. Now, when Carolina stood up, on instinct, Jacob reached out and put a hand on her waist, trying to keep her steady, but also, it would give him a chance to catch her if she stumbled. Jacob had a deep frown on his face. "If there's anything I know about your brother, it's that he acts before he fucking thinks. He also thinks he knows whats best." Which is a quality he shared with the shit brother he had just finished talking about. He began to rub her back, to comfort her, but then, he stopped. "Carolina, first of all, this is your home now. I thought we had talked about this," Jacob began, already beginning to feel that anger begin to boil, "You don't have to go home, and you don't have to fix his fuckin' mess. Didn't you just see what happens when you run and fix a shit brother's mess?! We just had a dinner with a set of sisters who did just that, and look how well that turned out!" Jacob was shaking his head. He didn't like this one bit. [d](

Carolina winced hearing Jacob’s tone, but she still never rose her gaze to look at him. Again her eyes scanned the letter as if somehow it would change. “...I cannot allow my Brother to be punished for killing a man that should have been hung in the Palace Square for his crimes. My parents are dead because of him, he’s tried to kill me multiple times. This is bullshit..” And in a small struggle she stood on bare feet, standing as strong as she could for the moment. “...family is always the most important thing, Jacob, even if they don’t deserve it.” Finally she looked at him, her long chestnut tresses spilling over just one shoulder. “If Caspian made these arrangements then there’s a serious problem brewing, and even if I wanted to ignore this..I cannot, nor will I.” Even if he was furious with her, she didn’t care. (D)

Jacob just stared, his face blank for a moment, but soon, he was breathing a little more heavily than usual -- an indicator of his growing exasperation. "He chose to kill the man, and even the right choices have consequences." He first state firmly. Oh, but the family bit? That made Jacob stand up and step away, his back towards Carolina for a moment. He tapped his foot, trying to not let his growing anger get the best of him. "What about our family?" He said slowly, strain in his voice as he turned around to glance at her, "Let's say something happens to you while you're out saving your idiot brother. What of our children? Shall they go motherless because you wanted to help the one family member who failed you time and time again? You just fuckin' came back to us, Carolina." He turned his face away, balled his hand into a fist and began to tap his fist into his other hand. "Just when I thought I was rid of all these cocksuckers." Yep, he was mad. His entire body was tensed up, but he was trying his hardest to keep it all from just lashing out. [d]

Irises narrowed slightly as she listened to her Husband. Oi, YES, my Brother is a fuckin’ douche...and then she sighed. Slowly the distance between herself and Jacob was closed as she stood in front of him. Both hands rose so that she could gently take his face and pull him closer to her level. “...Jacob, I will n e v e r leave you, nor our children. I love you more than I have ever loved anything else, and that is the o n l y reason I am standing before you today...” For a long moment she searched his face, her eyes starting to well up with tears. “...maybe I can bring a group with me. Harper needs to get her ass home instead of playing house with Ben..” Heh, trying to lighten the mood. “...we have peace for a moment, and I swear that this will be the one and only time that I return to Snow. If you allow it, I will never go back after this..” And she meant it. (D)

He crossed his arms tightly, and when she put her hands on his face, she would feel that his jaw was clenched. He studied her face silently, and when he saw the tears? He began frown, and looked away for a moment. He was trying to remain mad, but it was difficult to do so when his wife was being vulnerable. It made him feel like a dick. "... Tears won't work on me, Carolina." He said, but by the way he slightly pursed his lips? Yeah, it worked, much to his dismay. He let out a groan and aggressively rubbed the nape of his neck. The prospect of never having to worry about her going off to Snow Mystic was incredibly tempting. "Fine! Fine." He grumbled, extending his arms and letting them fall to his sides in defeat. "Yes, I want you to go with a group -- with at least one person I Trust." He crossed his arms again because he meant business! Clearly. [d]

“Really?!” Whoa! Mark this shit down in history, MARK IT DOWN. This was the same man that used to fight hard to push her away from him, y e a r s of being a dick. Carolina couldn’t help but to smile wide, wrapping her arms around his neck, basically climbing him so that she could wrap her bare legs around his waist. The Jarl’s wife may have attended a family meeting with nothing but Jac’s tunic on, heh. She was recovering! “...you can pick whom ever you want to, Mr. Jarl...Sir Jarl? Jarl Studmuffin..” Oooo, Daddy! Slowly she used her nose to turn his face back towards her so that the softest most sweetest kiss was offered to his lips. “....thank you, Jac..” Heh. Carolina’s cheeks may have been a little pink, but she was so...content. (D)

Naturally she started to climb him, he unfolded his arms and held her against him, with his hands in place beneath her. "Hah, now you're just patronizing me." He started with narrowing eyes, "If anything happens to you, I'm killing your brother. That's a promise." More like, the entire of Snow Mystic would burn to the ground if anything happened to his wifey, dammit. He'd have the army there in seconds, somehow. And like the softy that he begrudgingly was, he smiled slightly and gave her a peck back. And then another. And then a third for good measure. What a sap. "...I love you too. I only get angry because I'm tired of bad shit happening to you and the rest of our family. But, if you doing this means I don't have to hear Caspian Fucking Maxson's name ever again, then I suppose it's a reasonable risk." Imagine?! He smiled at the thought. "I'll pick, but you'd have to agree. I wouldn't want you to be in company you don't like either." [d]

Carolina giggled after the third kiss, but made sure to return every damn one. Honestly if she could ride around like this on Jacob, everyday, she would do it! If she had to move Heaven or Hell for him, well, y’all get it. “...I know you were scared, Jacob, I felt it..that’s how I stayed connected to you. And you’ll still be connected to me when I leave. Plus I know you’ll have a pair of beady little eyes watching for you. If anything happens I know you’ll come for me..” This War had done a number on the both of them, and she knew this wasn’t the best time to be going to a whole other country on some fuckshit, but it had to be done. “...and I will be okay with anyone from here. I know and love all o u r people..” Daw, she was so proud of Jacob, and now he’d know. She hadn’t really had the chance to tell him anything, ya know, comas and stuff. (D)

The war had basically almost wiped out the family he gained, through marriage and discovery. So, he was terrified deep down for sure! One bad brother had caused a shitstorm, and now another was causing another. it never ended! He didn't have to say it, it was all over his face how much it had all affected him. "A certain crow would be wise to watch over my wife lest he wants to be a stuffed animal!" He said in a raised voice, knowing the black feathered friend had heard it somehow. "I have someone in mind, but I gotta convince 'em first." He was worried about that part. But! That was a worry he'd deal with in the morning. "We should get some rest. If you want to go on this journey, I want your fully recovered, and ready. I want you to be ready to give them all hell."

#Jacob #Carolina #Jac's tired of his girls cleaning up after their dumb brothers y'all

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years ago

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Who was the first person you spoke to today? My brother. Who was the last? I don’t know, yet. It’s only 414AM, this day is nowhere near over. Have you told anyone you loved them today? Not so far. Are you wearing shoes at the moment? No. When did you last shower? Yesterday.

What song is stuck in your head right now? None really at the moment. Does it snow where you live? No. :( Do you live within an hour of the ocean? About a couple hours away. Do you ever do things even though you know you’ll regret it later? Yes. And not do things I’ll regret not doing and I know this, but yet... Biggest mistake of your life? Oh, man. I think a few that top the list involve self-neglect and not taking care of myself like I should have. I ignored things and didn’t take some things seriously like I should have and it caused a lot of problems. What are you currently sitting/laying on? My bed. Who is your oldest friend? My mom has been around all my life. How long have you known them? 30 years and counting. Where are they right now? She’s in bed asleep. Have you ever dated a friend of one of your siblings? No. How old is your oldest living grandparent? 85. What were you doing at 11am this morning? I’ll likely be sleeping. What do you plan to be doing 2 hours from now? Sleeping. Where were you living in 1993? Same city as now, different house. Were you even born? Well, yeah. Do you remember who you were dating in July 2006? I wasn’t dating anyone. Are you still dating that person? I’m also not dating anyone, so yes. haha. Who was the last non-relative of the same sex you had a conversation with? My doctor. Last non-relative of the opposite sex? I don’t recall. Has anyone kissed you today? No. What is the best gift someone can give you? A relaxing getaway to somewhere like Bora Bora, haaa. Where do you go to school, if anywhere? I’m done with school. Do you have a job? No. Where did you get the shirt you’re wearing? I ordered this sweatshirt on Etsy. Who were the last 3 people to leave you a comment/wall post? On Facebook? A couple of my aunts and my Nana. Are you left-handed? Nope. Do you wear contacts? No. I like my glasses. And the idea of putting contacts in and taking them out freaks me out. Have you ever been a clown for Halloween? Nope. Where are the last three places you went? Walmart, Michael’s, the doctor. Do you remember what the price of gas was the last time you saw it? No. Do you prefer Pepsi or Coke? Coke. Is your hair longer than your shoulders? Yeah, it’s down to my butt. Do you tend to go for guys/girls with certain eye/hair colors? Uhhh, they’ve all had blonde or dark hair and brown, blue, or green eyes. What time did you go to bed last night? I’ve been going to bed around 5 in the morning lately. When did you get up this morning? I’ve been sleeping in until 12 or 1PM. When was the last time it rained? Like a week ago. Are your finger nails painted at the moment? No. Have you ever made yourself throw up? Why? No. Do you ever go hunting/fishing? No. When was the last time you went camping? I’ve never been. Are you currently wearing anything orange? Nope. Do you know anyone who is a nurse? The nurses I see at my doctor appointments, ha. I’ve been seeing one of my doctors for a few years now and the nurse that helps out as well, and she and I have gotten to know each other pretty well. We always gossip and chitchat at my appointments. We’re Facebook friends, too. ha. Would you prefer to own a lapdog or a bigger dog? I’ve always had medium size dogs and it’s a perfect fit for me. Are you more of a cat person? I’m a doggo person all the way. Not to say that cats aren’t cute or anything, but dogs and I just vibe. Are you currently wearing any jewelry? Earrings. Was any of it given to you? Yep, I got them for Christmas. They’re adorable rose gold Minnie Mouse earrings. What is your worst subject? Math was always my worst subject. What was the worst thing to happen to you today? Not much has happened, yet. It’s barely going to be 5AM. I need to go to sleeeeep. What are you looking forward to tomorrow? I don’t think there’s anything going on. Do you know anyone who plays guitar? No. Do you play guitar? No. I actually got an electric guitar for Christmas when I was like 15 and I attempted to learn, but I gave up very quickly. The guitar and I didn’t vibe like the piano and I did. Did anyone tell you that you looked nice today? Lookin’ real nice in these leggings, oversized sweatshirt, and messy ponytail. ha. How many missed calls have you had today? None as of now. Who were the last three people to call you? My mom, dad, and some unknown number. Who were the last three people you called? My mom, this local restaurant to order takeout (they didn’t have the option to do so online...lame), and the pharmacy. Have you had to have stitches at all in the last year? No. Did you graduate high school within the last 3 years? It’s been over 10 years now. D: If not, will you graduate within the next 3 years? How old will you be on your next birthday? 31. *sobs* Which is coming next: Christmas or your birthday? My birthday. Christmas just passed. How many people live in the same household as you? 4 people and a doggo. Have you ever visited another country? I went to Mexico once. Do you have any money on yourself at the moment? Not on me, no. Do you sleep in the nude? I dont. One, I dont live alone, so that would be extremely awkard. And two, I think I would be incredibly cold and uncomfortable <<< Sameee. I don’t feel comfortable being nude at all. Like, literally as soon as I’m done showering I put clothes back on. Do you ever walk around the house naked if no one is home? No. ^^^ I very much like being clothed. What is your favorite way to spend a rainy morning? I don’t do anything different really, but I do love rainy days. Drinking my coffee is especially nice on a rainy day. And being wrapped up in my fuzzy soft blanket. What is your favorite way to spend a cool autumn night? I just like being able to wear a hoodie and be all nice and cozy. Where was the last place you slept other than your house? Hotel. Have you ever stayed up all night and then gone to work in the morning? Not work, but school. I once stayed up all night studying for a final and then went to class that morning to take said final. I was an actual zombie that day, I don’t know how I managed it. 10/10 would not recommend. Is there anyone you wish you could see right now? No. Do you have any big plans for the weekend? My aunt and cousin might come over for a board game night. Not sure, though. How many relationships have you been in so far this year? We’re only 3 days into the year, but none so far. I don’t see that changing at all, though. Do you prefer to be single or with someone? It’s best for me to be single right now and for the foreseeable future. I’m not focused on that right now. Do you have any tattoos? No. Are you planning on getting any? I’ve kind of wanted one for a long time, but I doubt I’ll ever get it done. Would you pierce your nipples for $100? Noooo. Did you lose your virginity before you were sixteen? I’m still a virgin. Have you ever dated someone who had a child? No. What are the middle names of everyone in your family? I’m not sharing that. Are you taller than 5'6"? No. Where did you go the last time you took a vacation? A nice and relaxing mountain touristy town. If you could live in a tv show, which one would you be in? I don’t know. Would you ever consider adoption? I don’t plan on having kids at all, but if I ever changed my mind (highly doubtful) I would likely adopt. Possibly surrogacy. I really, really don’t see myself having kids, though. Who is someone you aspire to be like? I’d like to one day just be a better, functioning version of myself. How do you feel about your life right now? It’s 5AM and I’m ready for bed, so that’s a wrap on this survey, old sport. Ya’ll who have been following me for awhile probably know my answer to this.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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ghoulboyboos · 6 years ago

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Magic = bad. Now Steven and Andrew have to look after smol! Ryan and Shane who have a crush on each other, while trying to hide the fact that they also have a crush on each other (or vice versa)

I woke up on cold sweat I know you’ve done a smol!aubefore I meant child ksjfks

I gotcha Anon no worries ;D

“Oh my God isn’t that a precious little guy!” Freddie exclaims, bending down to look into the face of the kid Steven’s carrying on his hip. The maybe five-year-old boy beams at Freddie with a huge, white smile before giving Steven a look she could almost interpret as smug and Steven rolls his eyes.

“A relative of yours?” She asks, when Steven doesn’t answer and the kid stays quiet. That question gets her offended glares, funnily enough from both Steven and the boy.

“Really, Freddie? Because we’re both Asian? I expected more of you.”

“Uh, no?” She gives him a judging look. “I’m asking because you’re carrying him around and I don’t assume you stole someone’s child. You also don’t strike me as someone who has a secret baby, so I figured he might be a cousin or something.

“Oh.” Steven deflates. The kid is giggling.

“You really didn’t have to make eyes at Freddie, you know.” Steven grumbles as he continues his way towards the Buzzfeed “Kiddie Corner” where employee’s with children can leave their kids in careful hands.

“I would have talked to her if you didn’t tell me to keep my mouth shut,” Ryan complains. It’s weird. The vocabulary and cadence is still the same, but Ryan has the voice of a little kid now and his tongue is clearly stumbling over a couple of words. He doesn’t have a lisp, but he sounds like he still has to get used to having a smaller mouth and less teeth and whatever other changes he went through when he got turned into a kid. Steven always told him not to mess around locations too much, but Shane was a bad influence on him. At least Shane got cursed as well. Steven briefly wonders how Andrew is doing. That thought makes him nervous, so he answers Ryan instead.

“I had to. You sound nothing like a little kid, Ryan. People would notice something’s up.”

“I doubt that. People usually are as stupidly dismissive as Shane is. They love to think up the dumbest of explanations.”

“Will you stop talking about Shane for five minutes, Jesus. You’ll see him again in a few.”

“I’m not- I didn’t-” Ryan starts stuttering and under normal circumstances, Steven would sit back and laugh at Ryan’s dumb crush on his co-host, but right now he is busy.

When he hands Ryan off to the caretaker and she asks for his name, Steven freezes. He can’t call the kid Ryan, people would notice how much he looks like Buzzfeed Unsolved’s Ryan Bergara. Ryan of all people saves his ass:

“I’m Ricky!” He calls out, childlike voice surprisingly believable as he holds out his hands towards the lady who just laughs and takes him out of Steven’s arms.

“He’s a cousin of mine…” Steven mumbles, but he is mostly ignored because the lady has started to chat with “Ricky” about the games they could play.

Not for the first time that day, Steven wishes that Andrew was with him.

Shane is a little bored. He likes kids, they are fun, but usually he is in some form of “authority” or at least intimidating in whatever way kids consider a very tall dude. Now, he is barely taller than the children around him. The other children because he is a child as well. It’s been a long time since he’s been one and he is sure he is acting suspicious. At least this places has Mega Bloks, even though Shane would have preferred Lego.

He is building aimlessly and without a real plan, when suddenly he’s tapped on the back. He squares his shoulders, preparing to discourage whatever kid is trying to join him when he spots a familiar face. It’s not quite as familiar as it used to be, but he can still see Ryan in this kid. Even if not, they woke up together on location yesterday, turned into little kids and panicking. Ryan looks a bit better now.

“Oh. Hey. Steven’s here, then?” Shane keeps his voice low so nobody listens in. Ryan nods.

TJ and Devon had transported the “kids” home and - in lieu of a better place - left one Ghoulboy each with one of the Worth It Boys. Adam was spared because he is currently assisting with another shoot for a couple of days. Andrew and Steven both thought they were being pranked for a Buzzfeed video, but eventually admitted that no child actor could reproduce Shane’s completely insane and off-track ramblings that well. Ryan had complained a lot about being handed off to Steven but Shane understood. They couldn’t just go home. Sure, they still had their adult minds so it wouldn’t be exactly like leaving children unsupervised, but a lot of things were way too dangerous to try alone and at their current height. Shane really doesn’t want to get smashed in the head with the microwave because he can’t reach it properly, so having Andrew for assistance had been really helpful. Shane made a point of telling him so.

He doesn’t know how Steven and Ryan spent their evening but he had a relatively normal night in with Andrew, except that Andrew insisted to bring him to bed at eight because at the moment, Shane looks to be about six and it eight is a normal time to go to bed for someone of that age. He had tried to protest, but realized that he was actually close to passing out when Andrew put him on the couch and tucked him in. That last part was so unnecessary, but Shane fell asleep before he could complain. Apparently, his body very much had the metabolism and inner clock of a little kid because he slept for ten hours and woke up feeling refreshed and energetic. He hadn’t felt like that in forever.

Ryan looks like he did yesterday. For someone who knows him well, it’s very obviously Ryan, just a little different. His hair is even messier than before and his cheeks are a little rounder, but his eyes and his smile are as big and as bright as before. Well, minus the constant bags Ryan usually has under his eyes. He looks a lot more fresh faced now.

“Wanna play?” Shane asks, indicating towards his half-finished whatever the hell he is building. Ryan looks at it before shrugging and dropping on his knees on the play mat, scooting closer. They are dressed in kid clothes now, thanks to Devon and TJ making a quick stop to buy them proper clothes yesterday. Until then, both he and Ryan and been wrapped in their ow (now way too big) shirts. Shane has to admit that Ryan looks adorable in his blue overalls. It’s a strange thought and it’s also weird to see such a close friend as a little kid. Well, weird and intrusive in a way that makes Shane uncomfortable.

“I’m glad I’m not alone in this.” He mutters, because he feels like he should say it. Ryan is looking at him but Shane keeps his eyes fixed on the blue block he puts on top of the little wall he set up. “Not that I want you in the same mess as I am in. Just… you know. Helps to keep sane when you’re not the only one.”

“Nah man, I get it.” Ryan looks around to make sure nobody is listening. “I just hope this isn’t permanent.”

“Otherwise we have to create “Buzzfeed: Kids” and milk this mess for all it’s worth.” Shane grumbles and he hears the first real wheeze from Ryan since they woke up in this mess. It turns into a full laugh and Shane finally looks over at his giggling friend. It makes Shane laugh as well. Sure, Ryan’s smile is still the same. But their laughs sound lighter, softer. More innocent, he thinks and immediately makes a face at that.

“What’s up?” Ryan rubs the corner of his eye as if he actually laughed himself to tears.

“This is weird.” Shane mumbles. “I feel like I shouldn’t see you this way. This is something that is kept to our childhoods and our family and stuff. Not your co-worker who probably got you into this mess.”

“I highly doubt it was just you.” Ryan rubs his nose. It’s kind of runny. Someone will probably make him blow it soon. “And… I don’t know. It’s kind of fun. We kept finding out about obscure stuff that we both did despite never meeting before. But now we kind of… get to be childhood friends. Because for some reason you don’t have five years on me now.”

“True.”

Shane sits back and looks at the building they made. It looks horrendous.

“We will never be architects.” He says sadly and Ryan laughs again.

Andrew and Steven pick them up after work and decide to just grab dinner together. It’s easier than cooking and being in public will force them to not rant and panic about what happened to Ryan and Shane. It’s supposed to be relaxing. Really.

It’s only when the four of them are seated around a table in a nice little restaurant with Shane and Ryan placed on extra big cushions and the kiddie menu in front of them, that Steven realizes what this must look like. A sweet gay couple and their equally sweet little boys. Fuck. He only hopes Andrew hasn’t noticed. He glances over.

Andrew has his elbow on the table and his chin leaned into his palm. His gaze is on Ryan and Shane, who are playfully squabbling over the menu. Ryan tells Shane that he is ridiculous for wanting chicken nuggets in dinosaur shape while Shane fires back that if there ever was any time appropriate for that kind of stuff, it was now. Andrew is smiling softly and Steven stares, not realizing he does until Andrew’s gaze drags over to him and they both start, returning to their menus. Steven is sure he can hear muffled giggles from the “kids” but he won’t address it

The waitress is very fun and sweet and chitchats with the “children” about their favorite foods. Steven thinks that Ryan and Shane lay on the “cute little kid” stuff a little too thick but she seems completely enchanted by them, so he can’t really reprimand them in front of her.

“Oh he’s not my brother.” Shane says when Steven tunes back in. “He’s my best friend. My ghoulfriend!” With that, he takes Ryan’s hand, completely oblivious to Ryan’s face lighting up and turning red at the same time. The waitress giggles and mutters something about them being cute before she finishes taking their order and leaves. Shane seems fine with keeping Ryan’s hand, but the other boy winds his fingers free after a while, muttering something about Shane’s hands being sweaty.

Steven rolls his eyes and looks over at Andrew. Andrew is looking at him, a thoughtful expression on his face. The smile he’s directing at Steven is careful and soft and Steven is about to ask, but finds that he can’t. They all eat in a strangely awkward silence.

Shane sits on Steven’s couch while the “grown ups” are busy in the kitchen and looks at Ryan. They picked a Netflix movie to distract themselves and nearly got into a fight about it. Shane had seen no reason why they shouldn’t watch a horror movie as always but Ryan had insisted that it felt weird to him to watch one while he looked like he was five. Sure, he wasn’t actually that young, but still. Shane thought it was dumb, but he had conceded to watch Coco instead, which was more “age appropriate”.

“Did I overstep earlier?” He asks out of nowhere after staring at Ryan for a while.

“What?” Ryan blinks at him.

“When I took your hand, I mean. I didn’t... I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I just felt like doing it.”

“I don’t know.” Ryan frowns at him as if he’s suspicious. “Do you always want to do that or just because I’m... I dunno, small and adorable right now?”

Shane laughs.

“You’re always small and adorable, Ryan.”

“Fuck off!”

“Language!” Andrew calls from the kitchen.

“Shut up, Andrew!” Ryan shouts back. “I’m not a little kid! Not really at least!”

Shane takes a deep breath when Ryan turns back to him.

“Would it be okay if I wanted to hold your hand sometimes? Or maybe... do other things?”

“What things?”

Ryan has leaned in a little. His hand is brushing the back of Shane’s hands and he seems a little apprehensive at what might happen. Shane can’t really tease him when he looks like this. A scared little kid, even more vulnerable than usual. So he shrugs.

“Once we figured this out, I mean. I would like to take you on a date or something.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean. I figured life is really weird.” He gestures to their situation. “And I’m not so scared about making things between us weird anymore.”

Ryan looks at him for a moment. His bottom lip is pushed forward as he is thinking and his brows slowly pull together. Then, as if he made a decision, he leans in and kisses Shane’s cheek. It’s just a quick peck, but Shane feels his face light up anyway.

“Okay, big guy. Once... once you’re a big guy again.”

They both wheeze.

When Steven and Andrew check on “the kids”, they find them asleep. Curled together on the sofa with Ryan’s head on Shane’s shoulder and Shane leaning against Ryan’s head, they snore. Andrew is smiling again, the soft, domestic expression that Steven has seen on him a lot the past few days. It makes his stomach flutter all funny and weird. They each carry one of the boys to bed and watch as they immediately curl on their sides, faces towards each other.

“I’m sure things will not be the same once this is all over.” Steven says, as he closes the door behind them.

“Yeah, I think the same. I don’t really mind, though.” Andrew is glancing at the floor when Steven looks at him.

“What do you mean?”

Andrew shrugs.

“It’s kind of... fun. Playing house with you and all.”

“Really? Playing house? That’s what you’re gonna call it.”

Andrew shrugs and chuckles to himself.

“Okay. What is so funny?” Steven puts his hands on his hips. “You keep smiling and laughing and looking at me all weird since we have this whole kid debacle. What in the world is going on?”

Andrew leans closer, almost caging Steven against the wall.

“I just think... you’re really sweet like this. Even though you and Ryan keep calling each other names and stuff, you’re really caring and you want to help them and I think that‘s admirable. And also really cute.”

“Oh.” Steven blinks. “Well, okay.” He doesn’t know how to deal with this information but he definitely knows that his face is warm and his heart is doing funny things in his chest. He kind of feels like he should take Andrew’s hand or something. So he does. Andrew links their fingers and smiles his weird little domestic smile again. Okay then.

Ryan and Shane wake up in Steven’s apartment, curled into each other and the stretched out versions of kid’s pajamas straining over their bodies.

“Thank fuck.” Ryan mutters as he tosses the too-small t-shirt aside. He’s about to get out of bed when an arm sneaks around his waist and Shane pulls him back against his chest.

“Shane!” Ryan hisses. “What if Steven checks on us or-”

“He’s busy.” Shane mumbles into Ryan’s hair, forcing the other man to settle into bed again. “Heard them talking last night. Stuff happened.”

“What stuff?” Ryan asks, but he lies down again, curling up against Shane’s side.

“Later.” Shane yawns and cuddles closer to Ryan, rubbing his back. “Sleep now. You’re much cuddlier like this.”

“Fine.” Ryan rolls his eyes.

He could ask later and mock Steven for whatever happened.

#Anonymous #ask #prompts #shyan #standrew #listen I'm not good at standrew I apologize if this isn't that good #I did my best

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i-just-love-writing-crap · 7 years ago

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Welcome Back, Dork

Warnings: Swearing, sickeningly sweet fluff, badly written smut, unprotected smex (use p r o t e c t i o n kids!) Word Count: 13,814 (o o o p i e d a i s y) Summary: You had been gone for a week on vacation with your family. It was a Sunday and you were on your way back. Connor had a whole night planned that was centered all around you the moment you get back later that day. Established relationship. (f/d/b) = favorite dog breed / mixed breed (s/f/d/b) = second favorite dog breed / mix breed (y/f/c/n) = your female cousin’s name (f/c/h/n) = female cousin’s husband’s name (f/r) = favorite restaurant here is da masterlist

@angelinabisognin suggested this~! I am so sorry it took forever to write this, my brain was scrambled and I was doing things with my tumblr fam. So, my b babe. Also, sorry if Connor is a lot OOC, I just think that after a week of not seeing you, he’d be all, like seriously, h a r d c o r e uncharacteristically loving and shit with you in private. sorry if it’s really fluffy and shit, I was lowkey listening to romantic, relaxing music while I wrote this; may’ve gotten too detailed in this and I’m S O R R Y! I got way too into it

Connor was uncharacteristically excited. It was something you did to him and he did not know whether he liked it or not. Anyways, he was sitting inside your house, on the large couch residing in the living room. You were on your way home, and he was oh-so ready for you to be home. The Connor Murphy had gone an entire week without being able to hold you, touch you, see your smiling face in person—and he lived to see your bright smile everyday. Of course he got to see your face, thanks to this miracle called FaceTime, but he hadn’t been able to cup your face and tell you how much that smile meant to him. So, yeah, he was beyond ready for you to get home.

His leg was bouncing in sheer excitement and anticipation. You were so close to being home and once you got home, he was determined to whisk you away for a great night followed by something else, only if you were up for it. He wouldn’t ever force you into sex if you didn’t want it. “God, when is that dork coming home? She said fifteen minutes ago twenty minutes ago,” he growled to himself, combing a hand through his long brown hair.

Everyone knew that Connor could be quite impatient when it came to you. Of course, being away from you for a week didn’t help at all. But, your parents were so dead-set on visiting family a few states over and even though you didn’t want to go, they forced you. You were old enough to either stay home alone or stay with someone, but they made you go anyways. Connor knew it irked you that they would not let you stay with anyone even by yourself and it irked him, too. He had wanted you to stay with him and his family, and of course they said ‘no’.

To celebrate your return from a week of MIA, Connor was going to take you to your favorite restaurant for dinner. Then, after dinner, he planned to take you stargazing at the park just outside of town. Stargazing was, after all, your favorite past-time to do together. In fact, stargazing had been your first, official, date—on his roof, nonetheless. It was totally classy, but still, you loved it. Truth-be-told, he may have a weakness for seeing you gazing up at the star-speckled night sky, eyes twinkling and full of wonder and excitement, as you seemingly glowed in the pale moonlight. He smiled to himself as he clearly remembered your first date.

He looked down at his phone and saw a new message from you.

From: Dork Sorry we aren’t home yet, Con! There was an accident on the highway that stopped up traffic real good, I’ll be home in like 45 mins now! I’m sorry, I know how much you want me to be home! ily so much con and can’t wait to get back home to you! see ya soon❤️

“Great!” he growled to himself. He was pissed now, but he knew there was nothing he could do. As he brooded to himself, your two dogs bounded up to the couch, waving their tails. “Oh, hey Cleo, hey Marri, do you two need to fucking go outside?” he asked, somewhat being calmed by their presence.

You loved your (f/d/b) and your (s/f/d/b) almost as much as you loved Connor, and boy did he know it. You would always gush over them when the both of your were at your house, and they would constantly steal his cuddles. And even though he would sometimes get jealous of the attention you gave them, they were too cute to stay mad at. Marri, your (f/d/b) and oldest dog, barked at him, as if to say ‘yes I need to go outside please’. Cleo, your (s/f/d/b) and youngest dog, barked after Marri.

“So that’s a yes, got it. Come on you mutts,” he said to himself. Pushing himself off of the couch, he made his way over to your home’s backdoor. Marri and Cleo followed on his heels. As soon as he opened the door, your dogs almost took out his knees as they bolted outside. They turned to face him, both waging their tails and seemingly smiling at him. “Yeah, yeah, you bitches are welcome,” he laughed to himself as he closed the door.

Meanwhile, you were stuck in a car with your parents, blasting your Spotify in your ear to drown out your parents boring back and forth small talk. Least to say, you were bored as hell and wanted nothing more than to be in your stoner boyfriend’s arms. The week without him was also hell for you, too. You could run your fingers through his soft hair as you whispered how much he made you feel complete. Oh how you dreamed of him every night while you were gone—some nights you would dream dreams so sweet it would give a man cavities and other nights you dreamed dreams so steamy you could have fogged up a window. Goosebumps appeared on your skin as you remembered a particularly titillating dream.

Even though it was a dream, you felt every single thing that night and you were feeling it again. From the teasing, cool, feathery touches all across your blazing skin and the gravely whispery proclamations of affection in your ear, to the deep growls of satisfaction accompanied by naughty praises from your boyfriend and the sounds sex. Shit, you thought to yourself as you felt heat pooling in your lower regions as you remembered.

Your imagination was running wild with images of Connor in provocative positions as you dazed of into a salacious daydream. You could close your eyes and see him under you, his eyes darkened and dilated with desire and his mouth slightly agape as he watched you. In your sinful daydream felt so real as you felt a chill wash over the whole of your being because of the cold air of the room (in reality, it was the car’s air conditioning) hitting your sweaty, flaming flesh.

Sinful words fell from Connor’s mouth, lewd encouragements and praises. “You’re doing so well, dork. God fucking dammit, you look so hot when you ride me so desperately like this.” Many more lewd encouragements and praises flooded your ears and you cursed your imagination. A electric shock spiked through your body as you could feel one of Connor’s hand grab your hips and pull you down onto him as he bucked up into you.

I fucking hate you right now, imagination, you thought angrily to yourself. Now you were ten times more horny than you had been before. You could have played with yourself, but you damned that idea because your parents were in the car. And you refused to do that with anyone, but Connor, around especially with your parents not even a foot in front of you. You had to forcefully tear yourself out of that smutty daydream before you were actually tempted to help yourself out.

Removing one of your earbuds, you asked your mother, “What’s the situation? We still not moving? I zoned out and haven’t been paying attention to traffic.”

With a heavy sigh, your mother answered, “We’re finally starting to move again. After thirty minutes of sitting here. We should be home in about fifteen to twenty minutes now.”

“Wow. I was out for that long? I didn’t even realized,” you said, more to yourself than your parents.

Your dad chuckled, “It’s not like you missed much in those thirty minutes, (y/n). Me and your mother were only making idle chitchat.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, “I know, that’s why I put my music on and zoned out, dad. What did you two talk about, economics or something?”

“No, we were talking about your relationship with Connor,” your mother quipped, obviously joking.

“Good one, ma. I’m rolling in my grave,” you sarcastically quipped back.

Looking at you through the rear-view mirror, your mother winked at you as she replied, “It’s what I do. I make people roll over in their graves.”

“That’s a terrible joke and you know it, mom,” you snickered.

Scoffing, your mother feigned being offended, “How dare you say your mother’s jokes are terrible! You were the one who started it.” Everyone in the car laughed and you were finally speeding towards home.

Connor had gotten sick of waiting in the living room, so he went to your room and was napping on your bed. At least that was the only thing you could think of as you entered your room to find him sleeping in the middle of your queen-sized bed. Luckily for you, he was napping on his back and you had the perfect idea on how to wake him up. Quietly, almost silently, you placed your bags on the floor just inside your doorway (but they were placed to the left of said doorway); with a smirk on your lips, you glided equally as silent over to your bed. As you approached the foot of your bed, you kicked off your gray sneakers. Once you reached the foot of your bed, you gently put your weight onto the bed and started to crawl towards Connor.

You crawled until you were straddling the handsome long-haired stoner. What was surprisingly is that he didn’t wake up when your mattress dipped due to your weight, which was something he normally did when you tried this. Sitting there, you looked down at his sleeping face. He seemed to be at peace and you smiled to yourself. Half of you felt bad that you had to wake him, but the other half of you didn’t feel bad. You were finally home and he had promised to do something for you when you got back. So, without a second thought, you leaned down and kissed him on the lips, but only for a moment.

Your clothed chest pressed against his, one hand gently combed itself through his brown hair and the other softly caressing his cheek. Sweet, soft, open-mouthed kisses were peppered across his face as you stroked his face with the gentleness of a child who didn’t want to break something precious. Your lips trailed to his jawline were you, just like his face, peppered it in soft open-mouthed kisses. After spending a few moments on his jawline, you kissed upwards to one of his ears whereupon after placing a kiss behind it, whispered a soft, “Connor, I’m home. Wake up.”

A small, nearly inaudible groan came from his throat. His breathing changed and you knew he was waking up. You returned to littering his face with tender kisses, trailing your hand that rested on his cheek down his neck with the lightest touch. Another groan came from his throat as Connor began to stir from his nap. “What?” he hummed in a confused, groggy, just-woken-up voice.

Connor was vaguely aware of the tender touches and kisses he was being showered with. The more he woke up, the more aware he became. He became aware of the weight on him, the gentle lightness of the touches that were now drawing small circles on his clothed chest, the sensation of a hand pleasantly combing through his hair, and he became exceptionally aware of the gentle amorous kisses bestowed to him. Taking in a deep breath through his nose, Connor’s senses were filled instantly with you. You smelled of vanilla today, and your body heat felt pleasant against his own. Without even opening his eyes, he wrapped his arms around your waist and hummed in satisfaction. You were finally back. “Welcome back, dork,” he hummed out, burying his face in your hair.

You hummed into his neck, bringing your arms together around his neck. “Glad to fucking be back, Con,” you whispered into his skin.

He kissed your head and rubbed the small of your back. “How was your trip to hell?” he asked in both a curious and amused voice.

Lifting your face from his neck, you sighed, “It was as good as going to visit my shitty cousins could be. You know how one of them is pregnant, right?”

Opening his eyes, finally, Connor looked down at you. “Yeah? (Y/c/n), right?” he spoke.

You nodded and continued, “Yeeep, that’s the one. Well, so anyways, she wouldn’t shut the fuck up about being pregnant, ya know. Like, whoop-dee-do, your husband got you pregnant because you purposely stopped taking your birth control, congrats. You haven’t been married for four months and you’re pregnant? Congratulations, you’re dumber than I thought. She gets herself pregnant when she can’t stay on one job and fuck if I know what (f/c/h/n) is doing for a job. Point is—they aren’t financially stable enough to have a baby. Babies are expensive, y’know? And yeesus, she wouldn’t shut up showing off how pregnant she is. ‘I’m almost ready to pop, can you believe it, (y/n)?’ or ‘I’m almost in my final trimester, yay’ and ‘Me and (h/n) are so ready for our daughter to come’… ugh, she’s the most self-centered bitch I’ve ever met!”

Connor listened to you, still rubbing the small of your back comfortingly. “Damn, I’m sorry you had to deal with that bitch, babe,” he said.

“It’s fine, I’m several states away from her now, it’s all good. And…” you trailed off and looked at him with a soft and happy smile, “I’m back with you, so… it doesn’t really bother me anymore.”

Your words caused a genuine, heart-melting smile to appear on his lips for a few brief moments. Both of you knew how easy it was for you to break his aggressive persona’s shield, and it was only something you could do. “You’re perfect, you goddamn angel,” he said, sitting up. As he sat up, the hand rubbing the small of your back remained there, and he used it to pull you closer to his body while his other hand trailed up your spine.

A shiver shot through your body as his hand trailed up your spine, over your right shoulder blade, up your neck and stopping on your cheek. Heat rose to your cheeks as he directed your head upwards to look at him and you saw the look in his eyes. Though the smile may have faded from his face, it was ever-present in his eyes. Your stomach filled with butterflies because you knew you were the only person who was allowed to see this side of him. The side of him he kept under tight lock and key: the incredibly loving and almost sickeningly sweet side of him. You were so caught up in your thoughts that before you knew it, his lips were against your own, moving methodically and with the utmost passion.

At first you were taken aback at how genuinely loving and passionate the kiss was. But, after a few brief seconds, you were returning the kiss with just as much fervor. Within two seconds, your arms were wrapped around his neck, one hand dragging itself through his hair near the nape of his neck, eyes closing in bliss. Oh god had the two of you absolutely, wholeheartedly missed everything about one another in that week apart. I missed you so fucking much. That was the message your slow but rapturous kiss portrayed to each other. With each synchronized movement of your lips, another message was conveyed: I missed you too and I’m so damn happy you’re back.

Connor’s hand that had been on your cheek found its way into your hair and grabbed a fistful of your (h/c) tresses as a means of deepening the kiss. He sunk his teeth into your bottom lip gently, trying to coax you into opening your mouth. And of course, you were not in any state where you would be able to handle the consequences if you teased him; after all, he did have a fistful of your hair that he knew you loved being tugged, so you weren’t going to tempt the fates right then. Just as you were about to open your mouth, Connor tugged on your hair, causing you to gasp. Apparently, you had taken too long to give him what he wanted. His tongue darted into your mouth and thus the fight for dominance began.

The fight for dominance didn’t last as long as it normally would have, because as previously mentioned, you were in no state to deny Connor. Once you were successfully subdued, Connor retreated from your mouth, his tongue licking your bottom lip in arrogance. You had to admit, when he got arrogant, it was kind of hot, so you let it slide for now.

This impassioned kiss seemed to go on for a lifetime, as both you and Connor had melted into it. Into each other. Unfortunately, all things must come to an end. Oxygen was needed by both of you; you could sense Connor’s reluctance to pull away for air, but you knew it had to happen. You would have pulled away, but the hand in your hair kept you from the inevitable retreat. Finally, after a moment of hesitation, Connor pulled away from the kiss, and left a few inches between your faces. A cliché thin string of saliva connected your lips before it broke. Both of you were breathing deeply, desperate to fill your lungs with air.

“Wow…” you breathed out. Sure you two have shared intense, intimate kisses similar to that one before, but that kiss that just ended was so much different than the others. It was the pure, raw emotion of love and sheer gratification of seeing each other again bundled up in a powerful, breathtaking kiss.

Connor rested his forehead against your as he took deep breaths, his warm breath hitting your face. He was surprised. Never before had he ever kissed someone with that much feeling before, and you two shared kisses of a faintly similar degree of that one before. Connor was just so awestruck that being away from you for a week could do that to him—could give him the means to kiss someone with that much longing and love he felt like he had poured out his heart. “…yeah…” he breathed out, just above a whisper.

Your heart was racing and your face felt like it was on fire. Not to mention the fire embers that rested deep in your gut. “Connor…” you said, looking into his eyes.

“Yeah?” came his answer, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Didn’t you have something planned for when I got back,” you questioned.

Connor’s eyes softened and he said, “Fucking course I do. All you gotta do is get your ass in my truck and we can get this shit rolling.”

A giggle left your lips as you answered, “I would love that.” The two of you untangled yourselves from each other and you moved to the end of your bed. Bending over, you grabbed your sneakers and put them on once again. “So?” you said, Connor hummed hmm in response and you continued, “What do you have planned?”

Connor sat beside you, putting on his combat boots. “Well, I’m treating you to dinner at (f/r). Then afterwards, we’re going to go stargazing at the park for a bit and after that, anything is possible,” he said. “And seeing as it is 7:00 PM, I’ll say it’s going to be plenty dark for us to see the damn stars.”

You didn’t know what to say. It was pretty obvious he had put some thought into this and you were excited. “That sounds… wonderful, Con. Though, really, we don’t have to go eat at my favorite restaurant. It would be perfect just going to stargaze with you,” you answered.

“I fucking knew you would say that but, (y/n), I want to do this. Tonight is about you. Now, you ready?” he said, standing up from your bed.

Pushing yourself off the bed, you answered, “Course I’m ready, sexy-pants. Let’s go!” You walked out of your room and down the stairs, hearing Connor following you. Grabbing your over-the-shoulder purse, you open the door to your house. “Mom, Dad! Connor is taking me out tonight, we’ll be back sometime around 10-ish!” you exclaimed from the doorway.

Connor stepped outside the door and stood beside you, as you two waited for your parents’ answer. “Okay, honey! Have fun on your date!” came your mother’s booming voice.

Smiling, you started to close the door. “I will! See ya!” With that, the door was closed and you looked over at Connor. “To da truck!” you exclaimed, running off to his truck, that was parked out by your mailbox. Connor rolled his eyes and ran after you.

It took you and Connor ten minutes to get to your favorite restaurant, but neither of you minded how long it took. In fact, you really could have cared less, you were just happy to be back with your boyfriend. Arctic Monkeys played softly in the background as you two sat in traffic. “Hey, Con,” you spoke, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, dork?” came his voice as he looked over at you.

“Thanks for taking me out,” you thanked him.

“You’re my fucking girlfriend, dork, of course I would take you out.”

You smiled, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. “You’re the best, Con…”

Connor pulled into a parking place and turned off his truck. Before he got out of his truck, he grabbed your hand and said, “No, you’re the fucking best, dork.” After he said that, he got out of his truck and walked over to your door, opening it. “Now, what do you say? Ready to go inside?”

Giggling you said, pushing yourself out of his truck. “Yes, I am,” came your answer. You stood beside him as he shut his car door, you threaded your fingers through his and looked at him. “Hope you don’t mind.”

He squeezed your hand that he was now holding and said, “How could I ever fucking not mind holding your hand?”

Shrugging, you started moving towards the restaurant. “I dunno, sometimes you do.” Connor knew he couldn’t deny your words and was dragged behind you as you walked. “I’m really excited for after dinner,” you said, looking at him again.

“Me neither, dork,” came his reply. You two walked into the restaurant and Connor said, “Table for two.”

The lady smiled and ushered you forward, saying, “Of course, right this way, sir.” The two of you followed her, sadly no longer holding hands, to your table—you two were going to sit at a two-manned table. “Here you are,” she said with a sweet voice as she placed down two menus. “Your server will be right with you.”

You nestled into the seat. “Okay, thank you ma’am,” you thanked the usher in a sweet voice as well. Once she disappeared, you looked at the menu. Eyes scanned for the cheapest thing. “What’s the cheapest thing?” you questioned yourself.

A scoff came from Connor’s direction and you looked up at him. “Oh no, dork. You get to order whatever the jell it is you want to. Mom gave me a good bit of money for tonight, so please, get what you want,” he said seriously.

“Okay, okay,” you squeaked and looked for something you wanted. Something you craved—besides the man before you of course. Biting your lower lip, you found something that was decently priced.

Soon, your server bounded up to the table. He seemed like a happy fella. “Hello, my name is Frankie and I will be your server today. What can I get you two to drink?” he asked in a chipper, but not too chipper tone.

“I want water,” Connor ordered.

Frankie looked at you and you said, “I also want water.”

He smiled as he wrote your drink orders down. “Awesome. So do you both know what you want to eat tonight?” he asked, looking at you two.

“You ready to order, Con?” you asked your boyfriend.

“Yeah, sure,” he said. Turning his head to look at Frankie, he placed his order. Frankie nodded and wrote it down and when his gaze fell on you, you smiled nervously. You ordered, and it fell out of your mouth in a jumbled heap of words and sounds. You had no idea why you were so anxious when it came to ordering food, but you just were.

Thankfully Frankie completely understood what you had said and wrote it down. “Alrighty then, let me go get your waters and you’ll food will be right out,” he said with a smile as he walked away for a brief moment.

You let out a relieved sigh, “Thank God…”

“Every time you have to order food you stumble over every word like the fucking dork that you are,” chuckled Connor.

“Shut up, Con… it’s embarrassing! I can’t help it that I’m anxious about that,” you moaned, covering your face.

Connor smiled at your embarrassment for a second. “I never said it was a bad thing,” he snickered. “In fact, I find it pretty fucking cute.”

You glared at him and was about to say something back to him when Frankie walked up with your drinks. He placed a water in front of you and Connor, saying there your drinks were. Putting on a smile, you said, “Thank you, Frankie.”

“You’re welcome,” said Frankie as he straightened up and walked off again. Probably to take care of his other tables.

It took your food about fifteen minutes to get out to you. Not that you and Connor much minded, you two were just conversing about how your week apart was. Connor told you how he practically lived at your house the whole week just to take care of your dogs. He also went on and talked about how much he missed you, albeit he said it just loud enough for you to hear.

Connor told you about how much he missed your beaming smile and the warmth of your presence. He went on and on about how he had missed holding you in his arms, feeling your body pressed to his, in more than one way. Connor explains how one night he woke up incredibly hot and bothered and that was all he would say about it in public—it was too indecent to speak loud enough were someone else may hear.

It made you smile as he told you how much he missed you. “Honestly though, sexy, me too. I missed you more than I thought I could ever miss someone who aren’t Marri and Cleo,” you said, beaming at him.

Just after he said that, Frankie came up with your food. Once he set it down in front of you, you both thanked him. Connor rolled his eyes and began eating his food. “I know, dork,” was his only answer. You two looked at each other, smiled then started to dig into your food.

After you had finished dinner, and Connor payed for it, it was time for stargazing for a while. It was only 8:45 pm, seeing as you two had lost yourself in a conversation after you had finished your meals. Now, you were both in the truck and were on the way to the park. “It’s a beautiful, clear night,” you said as you stuck your head out of the window.

“It is. Perfect for stargazing, right?”

You nodded happily as you answered, “Damn right, Con! Geez, tonight’s been great!”

Connor looked at you and said with underlying meaning, “It’s gonna get better after we stargaze.”

“Oh, can’t wait, Con,” you answered with a wink.

“Neither can I, dork, neither can I. How I’ve been able to contain myself I may never fucking know,” he said with a snicker.

You shrugged and replied, “Maybe we’ll fuck in the park, who knows?”

“And risk someone, anyone but me hear your moans? Yeah, I don’t think so, dork. We can wait until we get back to your house.”

“But Connor!” you whined.

“But Connor, nothing, (y/n). Your moans are for me and only me to hear, got it?”

You pouted and crossed your arms, huffing out, “But I want it.”

Connor raised an eyebrow in amusement. “And you think I don’t want it as much as, if not more than, you? Because if you think that, you would be so wrong, dammit,” he spoke.

Taking that as a challenge, you said, “I know I want sex more than you, Con. I literally had a daydream, while stuck in traffic on the way home, of us fucking. And oh my God, it turned me on so fucking much that I contemplated fingering myself while my parents were in the car!”

“Oh yay for fucking you, dork. I wasn’t even satisfied when I jerked off all week! I got off once and it was only because you sent me the video on Tuesday. It’s not as satisfying to get myself off,” countered Connor.

You pouted and huffed again, “At least you could relieve yourself, I was stuck in a car with my parents, horny as fuck for twenty minutes!”

The two of you bickered back and forth until you reached the park. “We’re here. Can we have a good fucking time stargazing, (y/n)? Or are you going to bitch about how horny you are?” Connor snipped as he got out of the car.

You jumped out of the car, snipping back, “Yes we can have a good fucking time stargazing! And how dare you! You were talking about how horny you were during the week while we were eating!”

“Dammit, dork! Be that as it may, can you just come lay in the grass with me for fuck’s sake?” he almost commanded.

“Fine,” you said sitting down beside Connor. After getting comfortable, you leaned back into the grass. Your hair splayed across the grass beneath your head as you looked at the sky. Your slight irritation with your boyfriend melted away as the sight of the stars soothed you. “Sorry I started bickering with you, Con,” you apologized after a few moments of silence.

Sighing, Connor answered, “It’s fine, (y/n). Now just… enjoy the fucking night sky.”

Not even answering him, you nodded and continued looking at the sky. Your hand had a mind of its own as it snaked its way over to Connor’s hand and latched on. Instantly, Connor weaved his fingers through yours and let out a comforting sigh. The two of you sat in silence, besides the sounds of the woods around you, and watched the night sky. Tonight had been the perfect ‘welcome back home’ anybody could have ever given you, and you were going to let Connor know how much you appreciated it later.

As you two laid there on the grass, watching the night sky, a shooting star streaked across the sky and you squeezed his hand. “Con, did you see that?!” you exclaimed.

“I did, dork, I did. That was pretty damn cool. Wish we could see a fucking comet,” he said.

Your eyes left the night sky and you looked at Connor. “Maybe we’ll see one in our lifetime… together,” you said with a underlying sweetness.

Connor tore his eyes from the sky to look at you and he was shocked to see the immense amount of love that swirled in your eyes. He was almost struck wordless, but he managed to say, “Yeah… maybe…”

Giggling cutely, you turned your eyes back on the sky. While your eyes returned to stargazing, Connor’s eyes were still trained on you. You looked just like you did on your first date. (H/c) tresses splayed around your head, your lips upturned in the most heart-stopping grin, and your eyes. Oh, your eyes were twinkling again, just like the first time you guys had done this. (E/c) orbs twinkled with wonderment, excitement and most importantly—love. Love for him and he knew that. You were glowing to him, the pale moonlight accenting your skin, and just overall warmth glow you always gave off. Connor thanked whatever God who had sent you to him a million times over because you the single best thing that happened to him.

You were having the best time just looking at the sky, holding your boyfriend’s hand. “That shooting star was the coolest thing I’ve seen tonight,” you said. “Have you seen any—” you turned to look at him and saw he was just looking at you intensely, “Connor? You okay, sexy-pants?”

Your voice addressing him snapped him out of his trance-like gaze and train of thought. “Huh?” he asked quietly.

Sitting up, you looked down at him. “You zoned out, you okay? You hardly ever do that,” you said.

“Sorry, I guess I lost in my fucking thoughts. You just looked like you did on our first date,” he said with air-quotes.

“Oh really? How’s that?” you asked him.

Connor sat up and for the first time in a while, he blushed. Because of you. He looked back towards the sky, seemingly in thought of how to describe how you looked. His eyes focused on the sky for minutes on end as he scoured his brain for the rights words. Taking in a deep breath through his nose, he was finally ready. He knew he was about to stumble over his words, which was something he never did. “Well, you looked… still look… like the image of perfection. You, well, you look so at peace when you look at the night sky. Your perfect (e/c) orbs gazing lovingly at the sky, not to mention how your eyes twinkle with wonderment as you ponder things under the sky with me. The warm smile as you and I talk about things… the way the moonlight accents your warm and welcoming glow…” he trailed off, finding himself staring into your softened eyes. When he saw the smile on your face, he tore his loving gaze away from you. Why was he so weak to you? “You know, shit like that, okay? You’re just so fucking beautiful that when I see you like that it makes me wonder why you chose me. I’m the aggressive fucking stoner freak at school and you’re this beautiful young woman, so I always think why.”

You had scooted closer to Connor as he talked, to which of course he didn’t notice, he was too busy babbling. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you cut him off, “Connor!” He stopped talking and noticed you leaning on him. You chuckled at his silence, “Con, that’s so fucking sweet. You’re such a sweetheart to me and I appreciate it to no end. I’m actually kind of embarrassed.” You touched your cheek and it was hot, “Your kind and loving words make my heart flutter, I never knew you felt that way. Never knew that was how I looked to you. I’ve always felt like I’m the Ugly Duckling who nobody loved. Except my parents, obviously. But, when we started hanging out sophomore year, I felt happy. Because I was that girl no guy would look twice at—I was like a female version of Evan without the crippling social anxiety.”

“That’s not true, (y/n). You have always been beautiful to me. Even before we started hanging out and dating,” Connor interrupted.

Chuckling, you continued, “That’s sweet, Con. Now, addressing why I chose you—I chose you because I knew that under your whole bad boy aggressive stoner act, you’re a loving guy. And my proof is the words you just said—in the way you described how I look to you. That’s why I fell in love with you, Connor Murphy. Because you’re a big ole softie under your cold exterior.” You poked his stomach to make a point, laughing as his body jumped away after he was poked. “At least… you’re a softie for me under that exterior. And I love that. I love that I’m the only one who can do that to you. And you’re the only one who can melt my heart with just a loving glance.”

Connor looked down at you, struck silent by your words, soaking them in. After a few moments of silence between the two of you, he sighed and leaned his head on yours. He reached for your hand and placed his on top of yours. An almost breathless laugh escaped him as he said, “Listen to us, goddammit. We’re getting all fucking sentimental and shit. But, you’re right. You’re the only one who does this to me. I turn into a pile of mush for you. I feel things I’ve never felt with such intensity because of you. I thought I would never be more in love with someone before, but fuck, here you are. Jesus fucking Christ, what have you done to me?”

“Made you a softie for me,” you giggled quietly.

“Yeah, and I fucking hate it,” he responded.

You giggled again, louder this time, “I know you do. Boo hoo for you. You know you love me enough to love it.”

He snickered out a, “You’re fucking lucky I do, dork.”

“I know. I really am lucky. I mean, I have an amazing boyfriend who took me out to my favorite restaurant and then stargazing and then got all mushy and shit with me. An amazing boyfriend who makes me feel so loved,” you said sweetly.

Connor hummed at your words as he answered, “You’re lucky? I’m lucky that I have you, just in general. You’re a great friend and wonderful girlfriend. God fuck, I just love you so damn much.”

You gently picked up your head from Connor’s shoulder, lightly bumping his head off yours so that you could look at him. Your free hand came up and touched his cheek, and soon you were moving his face so where he was looking at you. “I love you so fucking much, too, Con,” you said quietly before moving in for another kiss.

Connor’s free hand traveled to you hair and combed through it as you two drew closer to each other’s faces. Your lips pressed together gently and moved slowly in synch, like the kiss shared on your bed. However, this one was a whole different kind of kiss. It was a slow and sweet, diabetes-inducing, kiss. The hand that was on top of yours moved to your waist as Connor pulled you closer to him and the hand in your hair continued combing through your soft tresses. His eyes refusing to close, as to not miss the blissful look on your face.

He felt the hand he had been holding move to rest on his thigh, drawing tiny heart patterns into the cloth of his jeans. Connor also felt the hand that had been cupping his cheek fall to the juncture of his neck and shoulder. You looked so at peace as you two shared this sweet kiss, the slight dust of red on your cheeks and the relaxed expression your eyebrows portrayed. Soon, Connor’s eyes finally gave in and closed as he lost himself in the kiss.

It was your turn to open your eyes. The scene you saw make your heart throb in so many ways. Connor had his eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed in pure bliss. The hand on the crook of his neck trailed down to his shirt and you grabbed a fistful of it. The hand on his thigh you snaked up to the hem of his shirt and started playing with it. Your shared kiss was still slow and sweet, and you wanted to turn the kiss from sweet to steamy. And first thing’s first, you nibble on his lower lip, trying to deepen the kiss.

You stopped fisting his shirt and push your palm flat against his chest, prepping to do something. Not breaking the kiss, you swiveled your body in front of him. Worried he had caught on, you looked at him, making sure he still hadn’t noticed, which he hadn’t; he was too lost in your kiss it was amazing. Deciding to do this before he caught on, you pushed him to the ground, unfortunately breaking the kiss.

He looked like he had been ripped from heaven. Looking down at him, you marveled at how attractive he truly looked—his long hair was scrunched up under his head, his eyes were looking up at you with wonder, pupils dilated in a swirl of emotions, lips slightly parted, his chest erratically yet rhythmically rising and falling. You felt your body warm up as you gazed at your boyfriend below you. Both of your hands now rested in the middle of his chest as you straddled him. Your own breathing was quite erratic and heavy. “You look… really attractive right now,” you breathed out in a low whisper.

Looking up at you, Connor didn’t know what to say. You looked really attractive to him, too. After all, you were on top of him, the pale moonbeams reflecting softly off your skin, hair disheveled, eyes hooded and lips now curled into a devious smile. His hands, that had been pushed to the ground below them, moved to touch your body. One hand came to rest on your hip while the other reached to your face, cupping your cheek. His lips curled into a gentle smile as you nuzzled into his hand. Connor swiped his thumb across your cheek affectionately as he said back, “I could say the same fucking thing about you, (y/n). If we continue this shit, we won’t be looking at the sky; so, you ready to go back to your house?”

You sighed out in relief. Of course you were ready to go home, you needed to relieve the sexual frustration that had been built up for a week and for the past several hours. “Hell yes,” you whispered. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that, god dammit Connor. Don’t you know it’s rude to keep a lady waiting?”

Rolling his eyes, he answered, “Patience is a virtue, dork. Learn some fucking patience.”

“I have been patient for a whole damn week and the past few hours, shut your sexy mouth, dick!” you groaned, rolling off of him and standing up.

Connor stood up following you. “You act as if I’m not in the same fucking boat, dork,” he said, brushing grass off himself.

You mimicked his action and when he moved towards his truck, you followed him. It was obvious that he was in the same boat as you because you saw the idea of having sex with you right then and there flash in his eyes. Half of you wanted him to do it, it would have been exciting: having sex in a public place where anyone could walk or drive by and see you two. However, there the other half of you that wanted the privacy of your room; in your room, he could take his time and give your body the intimate touches it craved. You could also take your time and satisfy him the way he would do to you, if he let you that was.

Remember, that night was centered around you. Connor had made that perfectly clear in the texts he had sent you earlier that day. ‘Tonight is about you, babe. When we get home from our outing, all you have to is relax. I’ll do all the damn work because you had to deal with family all week’, you recalled one such texts to yourself. Upon remembering those words, you sighed mentally for those words meant that it would be hard for you to satisfy your boyfriend. Because when Connor Murphy was set on something, he was set on something. With the sexual tension growing thicker by the minute, you and Connor quickly got into his truck.

The whole ride back to your house was spent in silence, the sexual tension had grown so strong that it was almost tangible and able to be cut with a butterknife. Both you and Connor’s minds were going nuts, both of you wanted what was inevitably coming for far too long. The two of you could just practically hear the whispering moans of the other and it sent your bodies into collective overdrive. What made it even worse was that you were so close to each other yet so far, and you had to keep each other at a distance for the moment. For if one of you muttered a single word, it would end in the truck being stopped, bodies pushed against each other and squished into the backseat, and the windows being fogged over. Like the scene in Titanic, you know the one.

You sat there, one half of your brain filling your head with obscene images and the other half wondering how the sexual tension had gotten so bad. Literally less than an hour ago you and Connor were out on a simple, sweet date and now you two were ready to go at it like rabbits. How did it get this bad this quick, you thought as you gazed out the window at the houses pass by. Guess being away from someone for a week then coming back and making out with said person will do that, huh?

Little did you know that Connor was almost to the point of desperation for you that he had thought about having sex in the backseat. But that thought only lasted for a minute. His left leg started to bounce as he tried to keep his thoughts focused on the road before him. Sure he could last another five minutes until you two arrived at your house, right? Surely he could. All he had to do was ignore those images flooding his mind. Images of you. Ones were your back was pushed up against your bedroom’s door, gorgeous (h/c) hair even more disheveled than it already was, lips slightly opened and bruised from all the kissing, eyes hooded and darkened with desire. Desire for him and only him. He growled lowly to himself, growing even more frustrated at the images.

Other images that flashed through his head were a couple of times worse than the aforementioned one. Others were flashes of you, completely naked, skin so flushed it was almost hot to the touch and greedy, lustful eyes looking down at him. Connor could hear the sinful moans that would fly out of your mouth as he worked you to your peak. Even in his daydream, he reveled in the lewd sounds and profanities spewing from your mouth. Reveled in the way his name fell brokenly off your lips. He’d be damned if he didn’t admit to himself that seeing you like that got him going, even as a daydream.

Your hands were both itching to touch one another, to be all over one another, and the two of you begged for your house to come into view. Thankfully, your house seemingly answered both your prayers—you saw it appear in the distance. You wanted to break the tense silence that drowned out even the music playing in the background, but you refrained from doing so just yet. Instead of voicing your excitement of seeing your house, you opted for biting your lower lip. A hand fiddled with the hem of your shirt as you felt an intense excitement wash over your whole body, from head to toe.

The two of you knew that once you got into your room, the painfully taut tension would snap and the two of you would just be acting instinctually. You would be on each other like white on rice, both your bodies acting on the carnal desire alone. At least to begin with. Once the clothes were torn off and you each laid bare before the other, just maybe would things settle down. Settled enough so where you two could take time to appreciate the touches, slow them down and just be more passionate and loving than carnal and instinctual.

Of course, you both reminded yourselves to try and take it slow. Tonight was about the two of you being reunited after a long week, it was meant to be passionate and methodical and slow—not fast, messy and fueled only by instinct. And if one of you tried taking it too fast, the other had the job of slowing it down again. I’m going to take my time. We aren’t wild fucking animals who just want to reproduce, the two of you thought in unison. Both you and Connor nodded to yourselves as you thought that.

Connor slowed to a stop in front of your house, finally able to tear his eyes from the road. He saw that you were staring intensely out the window and weren’t even aware you had stopped. Clearing his throat quietly, he finally broke the silence, “We’re home.”

Your head snapped towards him and he saw the blush rising to your cheeks. “We, umm, we… we are…?” you stuttered out. Connor nodded and you took a second look out the window. “Oh yeah… yeah we are…” you muttered, cupping your cheek. It was on fire. Not taking a second to spare, you unbuckle yourself and hopped out of his truck. “Well, let’s go to my room… yeah…?”

He nodded and quickly got out of the truck. Instantly, he was by your side and an arm was wrapped around your waist. Connor pulled you close to him as you both walked to the front door, and he pressed a kiss on your temple. It was hard for Connor not to push you up against the nearest surface as you near the front door. The desire he felt seeped through every pore of his body and you soaked it in almost greedily. The moment you two reached your front door, Connor had extended a hand to grab and open said door.

“Ah,” you sighed out quietly, “thanks, Con.”

“You’re welcome, (y/n),” he answered quietly as you two walked into your house. He closed the door behind him, finally releasing your waist.

The moment the door closed, a silence fell over you two once again. Thankfully, the silence was broken as your mother called out to you from the living room, “Honey? Is that you and Connor?”

Clearing your throat gently, you answered your mother, “Yeah, it’s us mom. I told you we would be home around 10ish! Hey, is it cool if Con spent the night?”

Both you and Connor could hear the knowing grin in your mother’s answer, “Of course he can, darling. He’s always welcomed here! You two try not to stay up too late tonight, okay? Can’t have you two being hermits in your room all day tomorrow, now can we?”

You felt yourself blushing even more, even your mother knew what was about to happen. It was embarrassing to know she knew, but how were you supposed to keep that a secret from your mom. She knew the day after you had lost your virginity and she was smiling stupidly, surprisingly happy for you. “N-no ma’am, we can’t have that, Ma. We’ll try not to stay up too late,” you answered your mother, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck.

Connor grabbed your hand and hastily climbed the stairs to your room, he was fed up with waiting and patience. Your little gasps of ‘slow down, Con’ fell on deaf ears as all Connor had in mind was getting into your room and pushing you against the nearest surface. When he reached your room, he nearly busted the door open, and without a second of hesitation, he yanked you into your room.

The next few seconds were a blur. You vaguely remembered hearing your back land against the door with a dull thud as the weight of your body closed said door. You felt Connor’s hands as they slammed gently against the door beside your head, caging you in. Chewing your lower lip, you let out a small, nervous breath of air through your nose. Your hands dangled at your sides, and they itched to reach out and touch the man before you; shakily, your arms moved as you subconsciously go for Connor’s shoulders. Wrapping your arms around his neck, the two of you stood there, in a heated silence. This silence between you two had become too common that night, but you could have cared less—you were lost in the ravenous pools of molted lava that were Connor’s eyes.

You had been completely oblivious to Connor inching towards your face until you felt both his searing breath and the ghosting feeling of his lips on yours. A hot, shaky breath escaped your body as you instinctively leaned forward, sealing the kiss. The floodgates were opened.

In an instant, Connor’s hands were on your body, one on the base of your skull to deepen the kiss and the other one gripping your hips, pulling them into his. He was absolutely shameless now, he ground his hips into yours to show you how hard he was for you. Connor soon pulled away from the short, impassioned kiss and started peppering your face with sweltering kisses. He placed a few kisses on your cheek before moving down—he brushed his lips lightly against the skin of your jawline.

You sighed in utter, breathy satisfaction as he did so. He knew how much you loved the teasing, light kisses to your jawline and neck. Each time Connor ground your hips together, he would pushed harder and harder against you, as if he was trying to get you to break. Honestly, you were ready to break at the park, but now it was so much worse—with the friction between your hips and the feathery kisses planted on your neck, you were so ready to break.

Connor’s hand that had been at the base of your skull moved into your hair, as he tugged on it, forced your head back. He did that so he had more access to your neck, and he enjoyed the low groan that spewed from your body. Now that he had access to your neck in full, Connor’s feathery kisses turned into short bursts of sucking and nibbling. As he searched for your sweet-spot, the hand on your hips trailed down to your calf and wrapped your leg around his waist so he could keep dry-humping you; once your leg was hooked around his waist, his hand trailed up your leg and hip to the hem of your shirt. He pushed your shirt up as he slithered it up it.

A surprised gasp left your lips as you felt his cool hand against the heated skin of your torso and stomach. You felt him smirk against the skin of your neck as he muttered, “You’re on fire, (y/n)… you enjoying it that much?”

Shivers and goosebumps echoed throughout your body as he ghosted his hand across your stomach to the middle of your lower torso. Once his touch stopped dead in the center your eyes widened as he then continued his trail, downwards this time. Your body was shaking in anticipation when his fingers tapped on the button of your jeans. Take them off, please God take them off Connor, you thought to yourself. At that moment, you were so stimulated that you couldn’t trust your voice—it would either be high and squeaky or low and almost inaudible. You cursed both your mind and the earlier kisses for turning you into the hypersensitive mess you were now; this had never happened before, even when Connor would overstimulate you, you could always talk, beg him but this time was different. You weren’t quite sure if you liked that feeling of being so stimulated you couldn’t even speak.

Connor momentarily abandoned your neck as he kissed your collarbone a few times before pulling away to look at you. You were an absolute mess and he adored it: your head was leaned back against the door, hair now disheveled to the point of knots, (e/c) eyes glazed over with so much feeling he could have drowned, face and skin flushed a bright pink, and chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. He knew how sensitive and stimulated you were, he could feel it in the way your body shook against his. Connor took his time casting his greedy gaze upon you, memorizing how stunning you looked in that moment.

After he memorized every shaky breath you took, every desperate buck of your hips against his, he slowly unbuttoned your pants and dragged the zipper down at an agonizing pace. Connor wriggled his hand into your panties, halting his grinding hips, and hummed as he felt how wet you were for him. “Jesus fucking Christ, dork,” he breathed out, “you’re really excited, huh?”

“No shit, Sherlock,” you growled out, finally breaking your silence. Your hands suddenly move from around his neck to his hair as you forcefully pull his face to yours. This kiss only lasted a few brief seconds but it was fiery and intense; once you pulled away from the kiss, you unhooked your leg from around Connor’s waist and placed your hands on his chest. “Enough making out on my door, Con… let’s move to my bed, yeah?” you whispered near his ear before nibbling on the shell.

Your actions had caused him to take his hand out of your pants. His lips twisted into a seductive little smirk as he said, “I second that motion. To fucking bed.” After he spoke those words, he grabbed one of your wrists and pulled you against him. Kisses were planted on your collarbone again, his lips soon dispersing and going everywhere on what little exposed skin there was as he backed up towards your bed. His other hand made quick work of your shirt, getting it mid-torso before he needed assistance from the hand around your wrist.

Connor was reluctant to remove his lips from your skin, but he wanted your shirt gone, so he pulled away long enough to yank it over your head. Once your shirt was off, his lips were kissing the newly exposed skin. One of his hands threw your shirt off somewhere in your room, while the other one pulled at your jeans. “Lose ‘em before we get to the bed,” he growled, “or I rip these ones, too.” Butterfly kisses were pressed against your right shoulder after he growled out his command.

You nodded, somehow able to remove your shoes then jeans from your body without tripping. Now you were left in only your bra and panties and the cool air of your room caused a shiver to take over your body. You were unaware that Connor had turned you around so that you would fall to the bed first until your head hit the mattress. Yet another gasp fell from your lips as you said, crawling up towards your pillows, “H-how did you do that without looking?”

“I’m that fucking good at it, I guess,” came his answer. His lips were pressing open-mouth kisses to the swells of your breasts and it made you gasp even more. While one of his hands was being used to keep himself propped above you, the other snaked around your chest to the middle of your back where the clasp of the bra was located. Unclasping your bra was an easy feat for him at this point, so in a blink of an eye, your (f/c) bra was peeled off your body and thrown away from the bed.

Once again the cool air hit your body, but this time is was contrasted by Connor’s hot breath. Your body was conflicted on how to feel and you moaned in response, unsure how to appease your body’s contradiction. Soon, however, that contradiction was corrected as Connor covered one of your breasts with his now warm hand. Looking down you see Connor’s body now bent over yours, not being propped up, and his eyes looked up at you, even hungrier than they were less than ten minutes ago. An electric tingle course through your veins as you watched him through hooded eyes.

While he fondled one of your breasts, he was kissing the curves of the other, meanwhile the hand that had been used to prop himself up was now trailing up your thigh at a snail’s pace. Not to mention that all the while, his ravenous, desire-soaked eyes never left your gaze; soon the look in his eyes was too much, you threw your head back and let out the ghost of a whimper. Your body arched into his touches, twitching at the lightness of his touches and begged to be touched in a rougher fashion. Against the skin of your left breast, you felt him smile almost smugly as he took in the effect he was having on you.

Connor’s left hand finally reached the apex of your legs and he teasingly rubbed you through your panties. That caused your hips to buck against his hand on their own, and a lewd moan to pass your lips. That’s it, he thought to himself, that’s the touch she wanted most. What a lewd girlfriend I have been blessed with. He ever-so-slightly retreated from your clothed core, wondering just how badly you wanted it.

And you did not disappoint. Your head shot up and you looked at him with the most vulnerable look on your face as you pleaded, “No no no no! Please don’t stop, Connor! I need you to touch me, please!”

His eyebrows raised in amusement. Connor Murphy absolutely loved to desperate for his touch like that. He licked his lips before bending down to give you a quick peck on the lips, while his hand went to peel your panties off. “What kind of monster would I be if I didn’t give my gorgeous girlfriend what she wanted?” he asked against your lips.

You opened your lips to answer, but any words that had been in your head were reduced to an erotic string of moans and nonsense. The only words that fell off of your tongue were, “F-fuck Con…!” He had dipped one of his long fingers into your heat without warning and it felt like heaven. It had been a week since you felt this hot, this turned on, this needy and your fingers couldn’t quite do it for you. You always wanted more, wanted Connor, and now your body was getting the release it had been craving.

You could hear the smugness in his voice as he whispered into your ear, “Already about to cum, sweetie? I haven’t even done anything yet.” Of course, as soon as he said that he started to pump his finger in and out of you at a sinfully slow pace. He was keen on making you writhe in unadulterated pleasure—after all, that night was just for you. Connor’s eyes watched your reaction with utmost delight, he felt a jolt of suffocating desire shot directly to his dick as you bucked against his hand and moaned out his name, begging him to speed up. His lips curled into a devious smirk as he very slowly picked up the pace, but only slightly.

“Goddammit, Connor,” you growled, your eyes glaring fiercely down at him. “Stop fucking teasing me! Do it right and stop pussy-footing around!”

Connor rolled his eyes and gave into you. His finger pumped in and out of you at a decent pace and he made it better as he leaned down towards your breasts. You were about to question what he was doing until you felt his searing tongue circle around one of your nipples. Immediately, you threw your head back and moaned low in your throat; Connor felt satisfied by your reaction and he soon brought his free hand up to your other breast. He took your other nipple between his fingers and started to toy with it.

You were bucking yourself against his hand, craving for him to find that spot that made you see stars. Chills ran up your body as Connor’s mouth pulled away from your nipple—leaving it covered in saliva and intensifying the cool air of your room. Your hands flew somewhere, anywhere, and that anywhere turned out to be the comforter beneath your body. “C-Connor… m-more…” you panted, staring him in the eyes.

As you stared at him, you became painfully aware of just how clothed he was, and it irked your nerves. Moving your hands from the comforter to his shirt, you yanked his face close to yours as you hissed, “You’re wearing far too many clothes…”

Connor rolled his eyes and swatted your hands away, abandoning your nipple. “Oh am I now? And just what the fuck are you going to do about it, hmm? I have you completely vulnerable and bare underneath me, not to mention how greedily your pussy keeps sucking my finger back in,” he challenged you, breathing hotly onto your ear.

A fiery determination built up in your chest at his challenge. The look in your eyes changed, and even Connor knew that, as you forcefully swatted his hand away from your needy folds. “I’ll show you, Con,” you huffed as you sat up. The moment you had fully sat yourself up, you grabbed Connor by his shirt and threw him onto your bed. And you were hovering above him now. “Here, allow me to tear off your clothes as you always tear off mine,” you sneered playfully.

You had your head hovering above his stomach because you had a plan. Taking the hem of his shirt into your hands, you started drawing it upwards. As the skin of your boyfriend’s toned stomach came into your greedy eyes sights, you bent to it, pressing kisses along the warm flesh. The higher you hiked up the shirt, the more skin was revealed and the more your open-mouthed kisses were feverishly pressed to it, like you needed all of his body to bask in your kisses.

Soon, you had completely removed his shirt and threw it off to the side; your face was leveled with his and you took a moment to bask in the loving and lustful look consuming Connor’s eyes. It made your stomach churn because the love in his eyes outweighed the lust, and it just made you feel so loved and accepted. Swooping in, you placed a gentle, longing kiss to his lips before you started the trek downwards. You had to swat Connor’s hands away from your face because you knew he was trying to prolong the kiss and that wasn’t what you had in mind. “Patience, Con, patience,” you said against the skin of his jaw.

A scoff resonated in his throat and you could hear the rolling of his eyes. But, you payed it no attention as you kissed down his jaw, peppered them across his neck, planted lingering open-mouthed ones to his collarbone and ghosted your lips down his chest. Both of your hands slowly traced the waistband of his jeans, itching to undo them, but you told yourself to wait for a few moments. Connor was growing eager for your touch, you could feel it in the way his body tensed as you fingered his jeans’ waistband, and you smiled.

One of your hands threw tiny hearts just above Connor’s right hip. Your lips dragged slowly down the extent of Connor light happy trail. Your kisses soon stopped as you reached the top of his jeans. Casting your eyes upwards, you weren’t surprised to see Connor’s smoldering eyes staring down at you with intensity. Not wanting to break eye contact with him, you smirked as your hands fumbled with the button of his jeans purposely, just to tease him.

You knew how much he needed those jeans of his to be off his body, because you could feel how hard he was. Painfully so, and you were sure the pressure of the jeans were only making it worse. Therefore, being the awesome girlfriend you were, you decided to stop teasing him and unbutton his jeans. The little sigh of relief was like music to your ears, and you decided to fully relieve him of his constricting pants. Gently, you pulled down the zipper, trying your best to not get it snagged on anything.

Connor felt every tooth of the zipper being unzipped and it enticed him. Once the zipper was fully unzipped he lifted his hips up so you could peel his jeans off. You did not falter and you quickly yanked them off, to his utter relief; in his relief, he threw his head back into your pillows for a brief moment and breath a sigh of relief. Now he was almost as naked as you were, left only in his boxers. After relishing in the relief, he looked back down at you, realizing you hadn’t removed his boxers yet. “Why haven’t you ripped my fucking boxers off yet, sweetie?” he asked in a low, curious voice.

At that moment, you peeled his baggy, black boxers off his body. “Because I was waiting for you to look at me,” came your answer as you watched his member spring up. “Will ya look at that?” you hummed, poking his dick to make it bob back and forth. “Li’l Connor missed me, too!”

A laugh bubbled up from Connor’s chest as he plopped his head back onto the pillows, combing a hand through his hair. “Oh my fucking God! Why are you like this, dork?” he asked with a laugh.

Placing a hand on each of his thighs, you inched your face closer to his dick and said, warm breath washing over him, “Because the tension was too thick? I wanted to lighten the mood…” You trailed off and gave a gentle, knowing lick up the shaft. “…it worked, didn’t it?” you giggled, looking up at him.

“I’m in love with a retarded dork,” he laughed breathlessly out loud, ruffling his hair. A shudder scurried up his body at your lick.

A soft kiss was planted on the head of his dick and you chuckled out, “Yeah, so what? I’m your dork and you fucking love me!” Upon finishing your statement, you engulfed him.

“Fuck!” he shouted loudly, not meaning to. The suddenness of your action made Connor shout that and he snapped his head down at you. He wanted to glare at you for not warning him, thus causing to shout loud enough for your parents downstairs to hear, but he stopped. It had been quite a long time since he had seen you sucking him off—like a good month or so—and he had forgotten how amazing it looked. How amazing it felt. He felt his gut and body jolt as you swirled your tongue around him.

A deep groan left him and it was the sexiest thing to you. You were utter helpless and unable to control the hum of arousal that erupted from you. So, you hummed around him and you felt him jerk his hips upwards, forcing you to take more of him inside of your mouth. You pressed your tongue flat against his shaft and continued to suck, adding to his pleasure.

You continued doing that for a good two or three minutes before Connor tangled his hand into and tugged on your hair, forcing you away. “Stop,” he panted out. He was quite the panting mess and it made a surge of pride wash over you. You were the only one who could do that to him, and vice-versa. “I think we’ve waited long enough, don’t you?” he asked, gently tugging your hair again.

A smile curled onto your lips, you couldn’t have agreed more. Licking your lips, you crawled towards his face until you came to straddle him. “I couldn’t agree more, Connor,” you spoke in a seductive whisper. You ground yourself against his hard member, sighing out in pleasure as the tip brushed against your clit.

Connor was more than ready for this moment but his body hesitated. “Fuck, wait, wait,” he stammered, short of breath. You immediately halted your movements and looked at him and he asked, “What about the condom? I don’t have any on me.”

You splayed your hands across his chest and smile sweetly. It was sweet of him to think of that. “You forget that I started taking birth control last month, going one time without one surely won’t get me pregnant,” you said as you lifted yourself up and positioned himself at your entrance.

Sitting up, Connor cupped and caressed your face with both hands. A hint of worry in his eyes as he said, “Are you sure you want to do this without a fucking condom? Because, fuck, if you say no we can stop.”

Your eyes softened and you answered, “I’m as sure I wanna do this without protection as I’m absolutely sure I love you, Connor Murphy.” You leaned forward and gave him a reassuring kiss on the lips as you pushed him back down. “Now, I’m gonna do it,” you announced as you sank onto him.

Both of you moan in pleasure. You leaned back and unconsciously rolled your hips against him, gasping in utter delight. He filled you up so excellently that it felt like you two were meant to fit together. In fact, just how perfectly your body molded to his left you breathless and you crumpled to his chest. After the first initial roll of your hips you stopped, knowing your body needed to get used to his size. Having been so ready for this for a week made your body ten times more sensitive to having his dick buried inside you. “F-fucking shit…” you muttered into his chest.

Connor’s arms wrapped around your body as you laid against him, one stroking your hair. “You’re so… so tight, dork…” he groaned out. It took everything he had for him not to buck into you just yet. Like, he was one-hundred percent going to thrust into you, just after you adjusted to his size.

Unbeknownst to you, Connor had flipped you guys over. When you came out of your thoughts, you finally noticed what had happened. You opened your mouth to protest but Connor promptly kissed you, experimentally thrusting into you to test the waters. You moaned hotly into the kiss and squirm your arms from being squished against his chest to wrapped around his neck.

Taking this as a way of you saying, ‘Connor, keep going’, he continued to thrust at a slow pace, savoring the feeling of you constricting around his member. It was a heavenly feeling and he knew that he could have done that with you all day long. Within a few minutes, his thrusts gained momentum and he was fucking you at a decent pace, trying to build up your orgasm before his. With the utmost reluctance, he pulled away from your lips because for one, he wanted to hear your moans, not feel them on his lips and two, he needed his mouth for other things.

Looking down at you, he realized he had yet to litter your neck and collarbone with hickeys. And he had to rectify that oversight from before. As you quietly, not at the same time not quietly, moaning his name, begging him to go faster—to do more, he leaned to your neck. He watched as your voice and possibly a moan caught in your throat as his lips latched onto the easily bruisable skin of your neck. As he attacked your neck with rough, bruising sucks and bites, his hands were on your body: one fondling a breast and the other resting on one of your hips as he pulled you wildly into his thrusts.

You could feel a coiling sensation in the pit of your stomach and you were determined to hold it back. Connor and you had just started to have sex after a long week, you didn’t want to mess that up by cumming first. A hand covered your mouth to reduce the noise you were making, and the particularly hard bite to your collarbone was a signal that Connor wasn’t having it. “B-but… Connor…” you whined at him, “…my parents…”

“I don’t give a fuck, (y/n). They know we have sex, so what’s the point in trying to hide it,” came his gravely answer. “You can show them what a lewd daughter they have, now can’t you?”

Looking down you hadn’t realized how fast he had kissed down your chest to the valley of your breasts. As you looked down, he looked up at you and electricity coursed through your veins. You were blessed with such an attractive boyfriend who knew how to work your body in all the right ways. Lost in his eyes, you didn’t feel his other hand trail down to your folds until you felt him rub your clit. “CON!” you nearly screamed at the sudden contact.

Pulling away from your body, Connor grinned smugly at your yelp. “Yes, doll face? What is it?” he asked just as smugly as his grin. “You’re close, aren’t’cha? I’m just helping you get off around my cock. Is that so bad?” Each question was emphasized by a rub to your clit. Connor leaned in towards your ear and whispered, “Why don’t you cum for me? That always gets me off, (y/n).”

You bit your lower lip and moaned loudly, not yet ready to give into him. “N-No…” you managed to say.

Rolling his eyes, Connor angles his hips and thrusted into you roughly. And he knew exactly what that angle did: it made him able to furiously hit your g-spot. Boy oh boy did that boy go at your most sensitive spot deep within your body, and he was vigorously playing with your clit. “C’mon, you know you wanna. Why deny your body what it really is craving?” he growled into your ear.

“Be-because! W-we just started!” you squeaked. Your body arched into him, your hips rolled against his all on their own and your breath came out in squeaky gasps. Betrayal was inevitable. As much as you didn’t want to cum, your body was almost there and was teetering on the edge. I hate how he can get me there so goddamn fast, you thought almost angrily to yourself.

Connor gave a particularly hard thrust into you and gently pinched your clit as he growled into your ear again, “We can go again later, dork… but for right now… cum for me!”

The demanding tone in his voice is what sent you over the edge. The coil in your gut snapped and you had cum for him, just as he commanded. “Jesus, fuck,” you yelled as you came, covering your mouth to dull the loud scream that followed. You were left gasping for air as you slumped into the pillows below you.

Seeing you reach your peak was enough to send Connor almost over the edge. He was now silent as he bit his lip, intent on finishing as well. You noticed his silence, other than the guttural coming from deep in his throat, and touched his face, bringing it up to look into your eyes. “I-I came for you… now you cum for me, Connor,” you said. You dragged his face to yours, molding your lips together in a passionate one that lasted for a few moments. “I love you so much, Connor Murphy… now cum for me—cum inside me,” you whispered against his lips.

The deepest, sexiest, most guttural moan echoed through your room as he couldn’t resist complying with you command. His hips stilled and he hugged your body close to his, whispering several almost inaudible I love yous into the crook of your neck, as he came inside of you. A warm feeling washed over your body as you felt him fill you up the fullest extent. You embraced him, feeling briefly cold as the sweat that covered your bodies became apparent to you. The two of you slumped to your bed and you felt Connor pull out of you and laid beside you.

“You might want to take a fucking shower later,” muttered Connor. He rolled onto his side facing you.

You rolled onto your side, facing him and said with a lazy smile, “Yeah, but that can wait until later, Con. Right now… I just want to cuddle and go to sleep.”

A light chuckle came from your boyfriend as he scooted his body close to you, wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled your body to his. Your head coming to rest on his sweat, rapidly rising and falling chest. “Me too, dork… me too,” he said in a now lazy, sleepy voice.

You move to grab the comforter under you two, saying, “Let’s get under the covers, okay? So our sweaty asses don’t wake up with a cold.”

Connor chuckled lazily at your words and complied, pulling away long enough for both of you to get under the comforter. Once that was accomplished, he pulled you right back into his body and rested his head on yours. “You had a point. Now that we’re under the covers, time to get some sleep,” he muttered.

You nuzzled into his chest before saying, “Agreed.” Shortly after getting under the covers, the two of you passed out, bodies having been worked to exhaustion.

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