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The Crocodile Bride

By Ashleigh Bell Pedersen.

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MISS AUSTRALIA (PART ONE)

Katie Mccabe x Aussie!Chelsea! Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, praise kink, angry sex, dom! Katie, sub! Reader, enemies, coarse language, Chelsea mentions, little age gap.

A/N — I know Mackenzie wasn't at Camp but let's just skip past that :)

Masterlist

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The game against Arsenal had been a complete disaster. No one could've prepared you for the monstrosity it turned out to be.

Two days before the long-awaited London Derby, you were in Canada alongside your fellow Australian teammates, basking in the double defeat against your Chelsea teammates Jessie Fleming, Ashleigh Lawrence, and the Canadian National Team. To be fair, it hadn't been all that bad. Some Canadian fans were dubbing it ‘revenge’ after the World Cup, but a friendly was hardly much vengeance in your eyes. They had beaten your B team with their A team, and you had only played the second game alongside the usual starters like Steph, Hayley and Alanna.

By the end of the second game, you had swapped shirts with Jessie, who smothered you in forehead kisses and walked alongside Ashleigh for the lap around the stadium. Steph and Caitlin joined shortly after, both of their jackets covering their sports bras; they had given their jerseys away.

Soon enough, Kyra filtered over. You poked your tongue out to the girl, who giggled and reciprocated the actions before hugging your waist. Dozens of fans banked against the barricade, holding out signs and jerseys to sign. Phones stacked on top of hands reached out as the group of you travelled around the loop. You still had a firm hold on Kyra as you peeled your shirt off, handing it to a little girl with big, bulky glasses. You signed her poster, took a photo, and thanked her before waving goodbye. Your boots had been cuffed and peeling after a nasty tackle by your opponent, so you didn't waste any time in unlacing them and passing them over to a pair of twin girls, who hugged each other and cried at the notion.

Steph and Caitlin mingled with their respected fans while you and Kyra continued to use markers and pens to sign anything that was within arm’s reach.

“Oi, y/l/n!” Caitlin called out, your head turning toward the girl who stood a few feet away. “C’mere, look at this.”

Kyra waddled beside you as you made your way over to where Caitlin had pointed. You couldn't help but notice the slight huddle of fans that had accumulated in that spot, several cameras filming the interactions with cheeky smiles decorating everyone’s faces.

You caught sight of the massive poster, reading it with a blank expression, knowing the cameras were trying to catch your reaction. The sign was coloured in red and blue, with a photo of you on one side, and none other than Katie McCabe on the other. You tried hard to conceal the scowl on your face, hiding behind a sly smirk. You ran your hand over the writing: ‘YELLOW CARD DERBY’

It was no secret that both you and McCabe had a notorious reputation for receiving yellow cards from referees. It was a running joke in the Football community, starting from when you had your debut for the Matildas at fourteen, against Ireland. Katie had gotten a card that game too, both of you receiving it for tackling one another. You played for Sydney FC before you moved to Chelsea, playing your debut match against Arsenal six months after your seventeenth birthday.

Katie had been sent off that match for nearly breaking your ankle, a red displayed in the air before she stopped off with a heated scowl across her face. You knew of her reputation from International games, recalling the older woman as an aggressive little shit that hated you for no reason.

London Derbys started to become all the more heated. After a while, both sides tried their hardest to not put you on at the same time, pressured into thinking that they’d end up being a player down due to your rivalry.

It got so bad that people started picking sides. Dividing the two London teams and causing hate to spread. You were younger than Katie by six years, which seemed to be the leading factor in why people believe that Katie is too harsh. On the other hand, Arsenal supporters reckon that you are immature on the pitch. In prior matches, you had been called a whinger, especially when you were around your sister-like teammate, Hayley Raso.

It is safe to say that you and Katie were not on agreeing terms, even off the pitch, with mutual friends to keep you at bay. You both competed for everything. You were neck and neck in the Ballon d'Or, scoresheet, heat maps, everything. It didn't matter if you weren't playing against one another, you were always compared.

But it didn't seem to bother either of you. In fact, you were certain Katie enjoyed it.

You did too.

“Do you agree with it?” Steph laughed beside you, swinging her arm around your shoulders, pointing towards a printed photo of you pushing Katie to the ground, blood smeared across your nose and lips. Beside it was another photo of the referee pointing towards both of you with red cards. You were looking at Katie with utter turmoil; your Australian Jersey was covered in mud, hers had streaks of dirt covering her socks, and a testing smirk written across her face. Behind the pair of you was a younger-looking Steph, her hand covering the shock on her face.

“None of those were my fault.” You answered, watching as the huddled crowd around you chuckled at your response. You didn't want to say the wrong thing, you didn't know if what you said was that funny. “I promise I don't do it on purpose.”

“Oh, yeah, right, Little Miss Goody-Too-Shoes.” Caitlin scoffed, poking your side. “I've seen you play, you're a ride-off.”

Kyra giggled like usual, swaying her hips into yours. She pointed towards the red card photo. “I don't remember that being an accident.”

You don't exactly know why, but your cheeks are stained a solid red, staining your freckles with a tint of embarrassment. Katie had pushed you over, laughing when your face met the cold, wet mud. It was not a pleasant memory you look back on fondly. “Shush, Ky.”

You felt a presence behind you lifting you up by a grip around your waist. You were pulled onto the shoulders of Macca, earning a yelp to sound from your lips, the interaction leaving fans laughing even more.

“Oh, Baby, what's wrong?” Macca said teasingly, holding your thighs with her hands. You looked down at her and frowned, the team’s nickname for you left you feeling a tad humiliated considering it was in front of people who didn't know of the handle. Kyra took out her phone, taking a few shots of the sight with the intention of putting it in her photo dump.

When Macca caught sight of the poster, she cracked up. “Oh God, that's good.”

“Put me down, Mackenzie.” You groaned, kicking your feet half-heartedly into her side. The Keeper did as she was told, but made the show of huffing and puffing as she let you off her shoulders.

“Do you want me to sign it or something?” You said to the boy holding the poster, watching as his eyes lit up as he nodded.

“Are you a Chelsea or Arsenal fan, mate?” Steph asked him, waiting as the boy shook his head.

“West Ham.”

This made Mackenzie’s head snap towards him. “Really?”

“Yeah, who the fuck supports West Ham?” Caitlin questioned, yelping when Steph whacked her in the chest. “Language, Cait.”

“You're a real one, mate,” Mackenzie said, walking up to the boy and hugging him, making him smile like it was Christmas.

“Who do you think’s gonna win on Saturday?” Kyra egged on, shoving past Macca and grinning at the boy, indiscreetly pointing towards herself and the other Arsenal girls.

The boy looked between them and shrugged, folding his sign back up when you finished signing it. His eyes landed on you. “Well, you're my favourite player, but Chelsea are always too cocky.”

“No lies said.” Kyra said, yearning you to push her playfully.

“What if I score a goal, will you go for me then?” You asked, holding out your hands.

The boy nodded. “Yeah, but that's if you get past Katie.”

You couldn't help but scoff, shaking her head. The girls around you smirked at your competitive nature, sharing knowing looks.

“I don't remember the last time McCabe scored against me.”

***

You were glad that at least you kept that statement true.

The video of you reacting to the poster had gone viral, and everyone found the interaction utterly hilarious. Not only did you have a reputation for cards, but you also had one for being a sub in important games like this.

But that assumption didn't seem to make an appearance today, as you waited in the tunnel beside Jessie, holding the hand of a little girl, waiting as you caught sight of Caitlin in front of you

“Are you alright?” Sam muttered, turning to face you with an inch of worry apparent in her eyes.

You looked back at her, nodding. “Yes, just tired.”

You said this in truth. You hadn't had much sleep over the past week due to the different time zones you were living in. Sam had an injury during the Friendly, therefore not being able to compete alongside your Matildas team. But the fatigue was apparent in everyone’s eyes. You even noticed it in Kyra when you saw her on the bench as you walked towards your starting position.

The fans were screaming at the tops of their lungs, but you slowly drowned them out as you honed in to concentrate. You looked to your left, finding Jessie throwing a thumbs up towards you. You smiled back at her, gulping down the last of your anxiety before the whistle blew.

You knew this would be a hard game before it even started, but Arsenal’s level of aggression was completely unexpected.

Fouls were handed out left and right, followed by a bit of push and shove from either side. You fought your way up and down the wing, waiting for an opportunity to surpass. Both teams were angsty with the ball, throwing easy chances away as the crowd grew in volume.

Sam hadn't come down to defend like she usually does, instead waiting past the halfway mark as the midfield continued to pass to and fro.

You grew annoyed at the lack of ball time you were receiving, even when you made a point to be out and open near the corner. Your breathing was ragged and tested, your patience running thin when the crowd of Chelsea players swarmed Victoria Pelova and leaving Beth Mead to shoot in the open.

“There were four of you, for fuck’s sake.” You muttered, dragging your hands over your face as you sighed, returning to your starting position once more.

It started to become ridiculous when you still hadn't received the ball, yelling out on the wing as the minutes passed with Arsenal in front. You hadn't been in the midst of any tackles or gameplay until the thirteenth minute when one of your teammates crossed the ball to you over the halfway line.

You dragged your feet across the ball, feeling the grass hit your feet as you sprinted toward the goal. You stepped past Lotte Wubben-Moy, leaving an open space to slot it through toward Kaneryd.

The ball had left your feet with a concentrated pass before your balance was cut short. A potent force left your legs to crumble beneath you. Your body collided with another, leaving your lungs without any air. Your head spun with nausea, the speed at which you were taken out leaving you heaving for breath. It took you a few moments to register the figure you had landed on, and how the crowd went wild at the shot that had passed Zinsberger.

“I’d never thought you liked being on top, y/l/n.”

The voice made your stomach churn even more.

“Surprised you have enough brain cells to think, McCabe.”

You rolled off her with a groan, your legs aching from the impact. You felt the hands of one of your teammates soothe the distant pain in your head, causing you to roll onto your back.

Instead, you were met by a red jersey. “You alright, Baby?” Steph asked, helping you up.

You didn't have time to answer Steph. She was bombarded with a shove from Lauren James, who turned to the ref with her hands in the air. “That’s a red, ref! The ball left her feet!”

“James, do not yell at me.” The referee fired back. “McCabe, this is your first and final, am I clear?”

McCabe shrugged her shoulders. “I slipped.”

Lauren looked like she was about to pounce. “Oh, you little-”

“What, eh?” Katie walked up to challenge the girl back. “Can Miss Australia not speak for herself?”

Kim Little, Arsenal’s captain, appeared in the mix. “Katie, that's enough! Walk away.”

“Can't handle a tackle, what a baby, shouldn't be on the field—”

“McCabe!” Kim snapped, which shut up whatever rant Katie was about to begin.

The ref turned towards you, putting a hand on your shoulder. The action was met with Arsenal boos. “Y/l/n, are you alright?” Looking concerned at your pained countenance. Lauren rubbed a hand across your back, eagerly awaiting the card Katie deserved.

“I’m fine.”

Maybe you shouldn't said no — maybe that would've landed Katie with a card. But you knew you’d be sent off if you did. You had just scored an assist to level your team. Katie McCabe of all people was not going to ruin that.

The game continued, your left ankle feeling tampered with as more tackles progressed.

It was clear that Arsenal were hungry for this win, leaving Chelsea left and right with calculated footwork and sprints across both their defensive and attacking lines.

When an Arsenal corner arrives shortly after, you run back to defend the post alongside Jessie. Steph is walking to take the corner with the ball in her hands, giving both teams time to find their spot in the box. Pelova was in front of you, Russo to your right. The majority of your midfielders banked against the goal in an attempt to stop the chances of Arsenal moving up two-one.

Steph was about to kick when you felt someone against you. Unknown hands grip your hips tightly, maneuvering them with ease that your body was stuck to them. Your breath hitched when you were pushed forward, forced to leave your place by the post.

“Miss Australia bent over for me?” The voice whispered, pricking the alcove of your neck. “With all these people watching? Guess she's not as innocent as everyone thinks.”

You weren't watching Steph’s long shot into the box, too angered by Katie to care. You didn't notice Amanda Ilestedt’s header into the middle of the goal, hitting the back of the net with a swoosh, met by North London cheers. Hell, you didn't fucking notice anything except Katie falling to the ground, your arms propelling her with so much force you fought to hide the flame that hindered your cheeks.

The whistle blew, causing celebrations to halt when both teams found the two of you glaring daggers at one another.

“Get off her, Y/l/n,” Wälti called out, running towards you and pushing you backwards.

“Nah, what a fucking ride-off.” You heard another Arsenal player say, making you stomp in the opposite direction, huffing in annoyance when the referee called you back.

Kim Little and Sam Kerr were standing by their respective players when the referee was scolding the two of you. It was obvious that you were painted as the immature one since it was made out that you needed to control your emotions more.

“I won't have you manhandling each other like idiots on my pitch. You play fair or you don't play. Understood?”

The four of you mumbled your understanding, filing back into place begrudgingly. Sam was ordering Jessie to swap with you, but you found yourself shaking your head, promising her you’d pull it in.

Turns out, you didn't.

The same circumstance of you pretty much skin-on-skin with Katie happened after Alessia Russo’s chip against Berger. 3-1 for an undefeated team was embarrassing, and no matter how many times you fed the ball well enough to become an assist, the communication just wasn't there.

“Get the fuck off me, McCabe.” You seethed, trying your best to squirm your way out of her grip, but to no avail.

“You need to stop all that wriggling, Y/l/n,” Katie responded, the smirk on her face was evident even from behind. “Those red cheeks couldn't have been from running.”

“I’m not red.”

“Ha, yeah, you and London both.”

Katie and you both got your yellow cards in the second half.

You knew people would find it funny online — the fact that you both got it at the same time — but the game felt like it had gone on forever, and at this point, all of Chelsea’s players were defenders.

You had a clear shot of the goal after Niamh Charles curled the ball to your wing, leaving you and Katie battling for possession near the sideline.

You couldn't help but notice how high her hands had gotten on your waist. Your knees were bending slightly so you could attain more balance, but maneuvering past Katie was a challenge, and proven extremely difficult.

You let out a struggled breath, angered at the lack of options your teammates offered due to their attacking absence. The ball beneath your feet went back and forth between the women in front of you. The two of you were complete mirrors of each other, both trying to nutmeg the other or humiliate them in some way. It was as if minutes had gone past when everyone was watching the two of you battle it out. It wasn't until Jessie came up behind the two of you, threading the ball out from beneath McCabe’s feet and dribbling it away that it seemed to have stopped.

You blanked when you saw Katie stretch her leg out, tripping Jessie onto the floor; leaving her limb on the grass.

“You’re such a cheat!” You exclaimed, pushing Katie with your hands. “You’re a fucking cheat, McCabe, and you know it!”

Katie surged towards you, her breath thick against your face. Your shirt was taken into her hand. She was so much taller than you. “Imagine needing your girlfriend to win your battles for you.” She spoke, her tone condescending. “The score says it all, Miss Australia. If only you weren't so distracted by me, you’d realise.”

She was looking down at you now, holding your shirt so tightly you knew that if you moved, she’d pull you right back in. Her accent was coarser than usual, sending you into a frenzy of disarray and warmth. She was towering over you, her build similar yet broader. Her smirk was minuscule, but prominent all the same. You knew you had lost the game, but you weren't going to lose this fight.

“And where’s your girlfriend, McCabe? Is she somewhere in the stands?”

You were pulled apart but Kim and Sam, the referee tramping over at the sight of the pair of you bundled up. The presence of the yellow card was something you expected, but not rewarding whatsoever.

“Get off my player, McCabe,” Sam ordered, holding a protective arm over your shoulder. Somehow, you knew what she was thinking, peeling your Captain’s arm away from you and marching off. In the distance, you could hear Katie speaking. “She's a big girl, Kerr. I promise it's never on purpose.”

Of course, she was mocking you, you thought. Of course, she saw the video.

You were replaced by Guro not long after that. The Chelsea cheers did not seep through your irritated exterior. Your head was pounding from the fall you had at the start of the game, and you winced at the tinge in your ankle as you ran off to hug Guro.

Emma Hayes strolled up to you, placing a stern hand on your shoulder. “I want you to cool off before you come back and sit down. You're going to shake each of those girls’ hands before you go home tonight.”

Without a second thought,, you stomped down the tunnel, making a point to let your metal studs echo all the way to the changerooms. At twenty-two years old, you had the most yellows in the WSL for your age. If the stats were compared, people would argue that you were higher than most of the older girls.

It was nothing you were proud of, despite the effortless compliments you gained for being potent in your determination to win. But you had been told by almost every coach that you could be too aggressive.

You kicked off your boots, peeling off your shin pads and socks to reveal the nasty bruise that was already blossoming on your ankle. Removing your clothes, you engulfed the hot spurs of water that left the shower head in Emirates Stadium. There was still half an hour of the game left when you were subbed off, so you made sure to take your time washing yourself from head to toe, soaking in the warmth that relaxed the tension in your muscles.

You replaced your game kit with some Matilda's trackies and a fitted tee. Combing your hair into a pony, washing your face with freezing cold water, you waited for your team to arrive from the game, feeling defeated and unprepared for the beating they were about to receive from Emma.

The changing rooms blocked out most of the noise from the game above, except from the thundering rumble of Alessia Russo chants that boomed after five minutes of waiting. You knew that had scored just by the sinking of your gut. The jetlag and fatigue were starting to hit you now, and you had half a mind to just pack up and go home. But you remembered Emma’s words to you before you stormed into the changing rooms. You knew she’d have your neck at training for the next three months if you didn't do as you were asked.

So you stood up, slotting your phone into your pocket, making your way back through the tunnel. The volume of the crowd was starting to get louder, and with each step you took, the less you felt inclined to follow through with the orders you were given.

You were about to turn the corner that led to the field when you were pushed back against the wall, your arms pinned above your head, your body caged in by someone tall and firm.

“Are your cheeks always so red, Y/l/n? Cause every time I see you, you look like you're on fire.”

“Piss off, McCabe.”

Katie was towering over you, unpinning your hands from their place above your head, leaning down so that you could see every detail of her face.

“You're free to go.”

“You're a right pain in the arse.”

She was laughing at you now. “Am I bothering you, Miss Australia?”

“Stop calling me that!” You knew your cheeks were flaming now but you couldn't help it.

Katie grabbed your face with her hand harshly, pulling you closer so that you were forced to look her straight in the eyes. “No, you don't like that?” Her hips met yours, and you squirmed. “What about Baby, eh? Everyone seems to call you Baby. You act like one so I guess it suits.”

“Katie—”

“Oh, so you're calling me Katie now, are ‘ya? I call you Baby and you call me Katie, is that what's happening?”

“No.”

Katie scoffed, placing her knee in between your thighs, keeping you planted between her. You had nowhere to put your hands, so you decided behind your back was appropriate. You felt the subtle movements of her knee in between your legs, her eyes watching for your reaction intently.

“No?”

You watched her head move down to your ear, her breath fanning across your neck. Her lips gradually grew closer to your pulse point, where goosebumps poured over your skin. When the warm sensation of her lips met your neck, your body subconsciously relaxed on her knee, making you jolt at the sudden friction applied to your core.

“Yes.” You ushered, pulling your hands out awkwardly as your neck reclined against the wall, your face etched to the ceiling. You were so, so stupid. What were you thinking?

“Yes… what?” You heard her say, her tongue swirling across the harsh mark she just made below your ear. You hesitantly fell back down on her knee, holding in the groan that yearned to leave your lips. This time, as you tried to regain the dispersing shards of your dignity, lifting your heat off her knee, her hands moved to seize your waist, pushing your hips down to roll against her knee.

The motion made you whine. “Yes, Katie.”

The woman chuckled as she coerced your hips back and forth, sucking and licking down your neck and across your collarbone. Feeling a slight ache from the game she just played, the sensation of the majority of your body weight rubbing against her knee made the Arsenal Victory even more triumphant.

“Is this okay, Baby?” She asked, leaving your neck cold as she waited for your response. You were so tired from the past few days that you slumped on Katie’s knee, waiting for her to continue kissing and moving you as she pleased.

“I need to shake people’s hands.” Your voice was meek but clear.

Katie looked at you, taken aback. “What?”

You wrapped your arms off her shoulders, holding them together in front of you. “Emma told me I need to shake everyone’s hands after the game is finished. She’ll be really angry if I don't.”

Katie’s smirk was back. “Will she now?”

You, too exhausted to realise she was egging you on, nodded. “Yes. So I have to—”

“Shake my hand?”

“Yes.”

Katie leaned in, raising her eyebrows. “What if I don't want to shake your hand?”

You were evidently stumped at the question, pursing your lips as you struggled to find a response. Katie's smile grew, and you grew bitter.

She moved to kiss your neck again to silence your upcoming retort. “What will Hayes do if you don't shake my hand, hm? She’d be so disappointed in you, wouldn't she?”

You tried to focus on anything but her lips led closer to your breasts. “McCabe, I need to—”

“What are you going to tell her, hm? When she asks you if you shook my hand, are you ‘gonna tell her that you tried to get off on my leg instead?”

You were at loss for words. Was she wrong? Of course, she wasn't. Katie McCabe was never fucking wrong, and here you were, pathetic on her knee, about to get off to your enemy calling you Baby, when you tell her you need to shake her hand. You really were a baby.

“Is that what you're going to say to her, Baby?”

“N-no.”

“Why not? It's the truth. You wouldn't want to lie, would you?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“I'm not going to tell her that.”

She must've caught onto your honest dispute, slowly dragging her knee directly onto your clit and rubbing circles over it. You didn't expect her movements, so you moaned, pulling your head into her neck and breathing heavily.

You were so out of breath it wasn't funny. “I’m- I told Jessie I’d spend a night at her house.”

“I didn't take you for the cheating type, Y/l/n.”

“She's not my girlfriend.”

Katie slowed down her movements. “I ‘spose you weren't thinking you’d get off with her knee tonight, would you?”

“No, we were just going to watch a movie.”

“How ‘bout this?” She whispered, pushing your hips against the wall. “You go and shake everyone’s hands like a good girl and I’ll treat you like one afterwards.”

You groaned when she pulled her knee out from under you, feeling your inner dread grow when you heard the full-time whistle and a tsunami of cheers.

“We won 4-1.”

“Still second on the ladder.”

“You have bite for someone who was just moaning fully clothed.”

“Goodbye, McCabe.” You snapped, trying to act Almighty and unbothered by the longing in between your legs. You had to double-check that nothing had leaked through from how wet you were, trudging up the tunnel without a second glance back.

When you found yourself on the pitch, you made a point to shake each of the Arsenal player's hands, including the ones on the bench, which had been nothing short of mortifying. Almost all of them looked at you strangely, trying to push past the obvious awkwardness and reciprocate the sportsmanship, except for the Aussie girls, who hugged you and offered warm conversation with the buzz of their victory.

“Is your ankle okay?” Caitlin asked, pulling you out of an embrace with worry smeared across her features.

You nodded, showing her the bruise by moving your sock. “Yeah, just some bruising. You guys played really well.”

Steph did the same: hug and condolences, while Kyra was completely opposite.

“LONDON IS RED!” She screamed, laughing when she mounted your back from behind.

“Get off, loser.” You retorted, pulling her into a hug as the two of you met in the middle of the field. You knew heaps of people were waiting for signatures, but you didn't care.

“What’s all over your neck?” She asked, grabbing your jaw and observing the fresh marks.

Shit, you thought, recalling the sensation of Katie’s lips tugging at your skin.

You pulled away, hoping distance would lessen the stringency of them. “I think it was from the grass. Y’know, when I fell.”

“Oh, don't worry, I know.” Kyra giggled, seemingly too full of energy to remember what she said two seconds ago. “You need to take a chill pill, Y/n/n. I’ll be sending you all the TikTok edits of you and Katie when I get home, don't you worry.”

“Please don't.” You muttered, holding out your hand to interlock it with Kyra’s. “Are you going straight home or?”

Kyra chuckled. “After this win? No fucking way.”

“You're still second on the ladder.” You reminded yet another Arsenal player.

Kyra poked her tongue out. “Boo, you whore.”

Kyra left you to celebrate with her teammates, marking her as the last Arsenal girl you needed to shake hands with.

You walked back into the changing rooms with an impassive frown on your face. Lots of the girls were already in the showers, Jessie among the few that had already finished and changed.

“We still up for tonight?” You asked, hoping your prior plans that you made before the game were still available after the thrashing they had just endured.

Jessie nodded, pulling you into a hug. “Sam, Millie, and Erin are all going to the pub to have a drink. They want us to come with them, you in?”

“Why not?” You replied, kissing the girl’s forehead before packing your bag.

You were glad that you were going out with your teammates instead of caving and finding Katie. But something deep down made you ponder whether what just happened was a one-off thing.

Spoiler: it wasn't.

[allfortheslay25]

Renison Wedding wip

I wanted to draw more Renee and instead all I’ve drawn is Allison 💀

I believed that Allison had a rushed wedding with her husband (Toby and Ashleigh’s dad) that was so quick and done with that the foxes didn’t even attend it.

So when Allison marries Renee, she wants to go ALL out. Renee doesn’t mind and just wants it to be special for Allison. Allison orders three different wedding dresses and an extra for Renee so they can have a pre wedding photo shoot.

This is a cover for Allison’s true plan which is to have photos of Renee’s back muscles for their wedding (because Renee is always so modestly covered and her wedding outfit has a jacket)

Allison picks Neil and Neil only as both her maid of honor and best man. Renee picks Andrew and Dan who agree to keep their quips to themselves for the event (they’re friends but they tend to get on each others nerves the easiest)

[mod-jazzy]

I am very tempted to see the sparkledog (/lh) baby of Ashleigh and Eden, I think it'd be really pretty

(( Ashleigh may have won the "my child will have my species" battle. But Eden will always win the "they will be covered in pointless sparkles" war. Also get's Eden's weird sideways smile whenever they are nervous

sparkles may or may not also glow with their cheeks when using psychic/electric attacks. who knows

I'm sure they are very good at surfing on their tail. Im sure of it ignore the shaking legs and extreme amounts of sweat they've got this trust me. ))

[sarah-bear706318]

Chasing Storms and Finding Love. Chapter 11 pt2:

Series Summary: When Tyler's baby sister joins him and his team for a season she seems to catch the eye of a certain StormPar member much to her brothers dismay... will she listen listen to her big brother or follow her heart?

Chapter Summary:Wedding planning starts! Reader finally gets out of the hospital and gets to start her life with Scott! And the Miller's meet the Owens and drop a big surprise for the newly engaged couple!

Pairing: Scott Miller X fem!reader, Tyler Owens x sister!reader

Chapter Warnings: Morning sickness, hospitals, pregnancy, talks of pregnancy and babies, implied smut, heavy makeouts, Scott being the best!

Series Warnings: Sneaking around, Pissed off Tyler, Love Struck Scott, ALOTS of kissing, A little age gap, Cussing, Drinking, Storms(duh), Falling in love, Slow burn

@nikkicloudie @thespillingvoid @turnerintoabutler @Lindsayjoy444 @glenpowellluver @harrysgothicbitch @ambipom9 @lxaah11

A/N: Finally here! And I will be picking up the pase in final chapters, I'm really loving doing this story but don't want to bore anyone. Again thanks for reading and any feedback will be great! Sorry for any mistakes!

You wake up the next morning wrapped in Scotts arms. You look at the beautiful ring on your finger and smile, you just can't believe you are going to marry the love of your life and have twins with him! You really do feel like your world is complete! You are torn from your thoughts with Scotts sleep riddled voice

"I can't wait til we are waking up in a king size bed instead of a hospital one" he kisses your head and pulls you tightly to his side. Before you can say anything you shoot up covering your mouth, Scott shoots up as well "Baby are you ok what's wrong" you say nothing just point to trash cash, Scott gets the hints and jumps out of bed to get it.

It felt like forever but really was only a few seconds but he barely made it back before you were emptying your stomach into the can. Scott stands behind you one hand old your hair and the other rubbing your back "let it out baby"

After what feels like forever you finally feel done and lift your head "thank you and I'm sorry you had to see that I know it's gross" you say apologetically. "Baby you have no reason to be sorry. I'll get you some water then help you to the bathroom to brush your teeth"

You smile at your fiancé(you love being able to call him that) "thank you, I guess that answers my question about morning sickness I asked my mom yesterday"

Once you are all cleaned up, the morning nurse comes around to check on you and do her morning exams. You tell her about the morning sickness and she tells you she will ask the Dr to get you something that might help and she will bring you something incase you throw up again.

You are still feel pretty sick so Scott is holding you when there is a knock on the door. When it opens your parents, brother, Casey Ashleigh and Rusty come in.

"Ohhh I wanna see it" "I do too" you hear both your sisters say rushing to you, along with your mom. You hold your hand out to show off your new ring.

"Oh my goodness Scott that is so beautiful" your mom says getting a closer look. Your brother and dad walk over to get a good look at it as well "damn Miller that must have cost a pretty pretty penny" Tyler says. At those words you feel Scott stiffen a little and you see the looks on your sisters faces.

You never thought about how much a ring like this cost but from the 3 reactions you were getting you knew it had to be alot, "I wasn't gonna ask but because the 3 of you are now acting funny I'm gonna, how much Scott" you ask looking at the 3 of them.

After a few moments of silence Scott let's out a defeated sigh...

"Fine ill tell you but you can't freak out baby please... after insurance and everything it came out to be "$40,350" Scott says and your mouth drops to the floor "Oh my God Scott you spent over 40 grand on this, that more then my last car, you did not have to spend that much on a ring I would have been happy with a ring from a vending machine"

"I know I didn't have to but I wanted to, I know how much you love the ring Princess Diana had and it looks beautiful on you, I have the money I never touch it, I meant when I said I wanted to take care of you and the twins and you having your dream ring is just one way I can do that and I'm happy I can. And don't worry about about money ever I got plenty for us" Scott says.

You stare him down, you knew Scott had money but you never asked how much you never thought it was your business. "We'll talk finances later" you say to him leaving no room for him to agree

"Soooo let's start wedding planning" Ashleigh says breaking the silence.

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The day consist of wedding planning. You and Scott both decide you don't want anything big just a small simple wedding with your close friends and family.

"Honey do you want to do it before or after the twins get here" your mother ask while writing in her notebook. "Honestly mama I want to be married before they get here, I want my last name the same as theirs from the moment they are born and I want it to match their birth certificates" you explain, then you look to Scott.

"I get my cast off in 2½ months what do you say we get married then?" He smiles at you and kisses your head "I'll get married when ever you want baby, everything is up to you I want this to be the wedding wedding of your dreams"

"I'm marrying you that is my dream Scotty Blue" you say pulling him in for a kiss

"You two are the cutest I swear" you hear Casey say

"So mama can we get this planned in 2½-3 months I don't mind waiting if need be but no longer then 3½I don't wanna be to pregnant" you laugh and rub your belly

"Yes I think between you me Ashleigh Casey and Mrs.Miller we got this"

The 4 of you go to work planning what you can making notes on this and that. Scott and Rusty just sits there you can tell they are bored but their real troopers sitting and just listening.

You start thinking of something really special you want but for that you need your brother and dad both on bored so you send them a text asking them to come to your room.

10 minutes later they both walk into your room looking confused on why you needed them up there. "Hey mama can yall give me ty and daddy a few minutes alone please" you ask "of course sweetie, girls come on let's go get some lunch and make some phone calls"

Scott sits there not know if he needs to leave or stay "Baby I hate kicking you out too but could you go get me a coffee from downstairs so I can talk to Tyler and daddy alone" Scott smiles at you "of course baby but no extra shot and this is your one cup for the day" "deal I love you" "I love you too" then he walks out the door

"Y/n what's this all about" your brother breaks the silence first

"Yall come here, so I was thinking the 2 of you are the most important men in my life the only one 2 men I have ever been able to count on. TyTy you have been my best friend my protector since I was born and daddy you had a choice to stay and you did and I can never thank you enough for loving me and taking care of me when when you didn't have to when that POS left. So I was wondering if both of you will give me away" once your finish you look between your brother and dad and they both have tears in their eyes.

"Jelly bean nothing would make me happier but just a warning I might cry doing it" your brother says laughing while wiping the tear on his cheek

"Princess you may not have my blood but you have had my heart since the day I met you when you were 3 and I have never looked at you as anything other then my baby girl, of course I'll give you away but like your brother I might cry as well"

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Scott comes back with your coffee and a little something to eat for you about 20 minutes later "here baby I got you that chocolate chip thing you like" he says handing you the bag and coffee. You thank him and dig in

When your mom and the your sisters come back they are still talking about wedding planning, but you are so tired and starting to get a headache that's the last thing you want to do. Scott can see the pain on your face and sleepiness in your eyes.

"It looks like my bride is tired and starting to hurt can we pick this up tomorrow" he ask the 3 of them "Oh honey we're sorry we didn't mean to keep you up, we'll pick this up tomorrow or whenever you feel better" your mom says. After a round of hugs and kisses you and Scott are left alone.

"Thank you I just didn't have it in me for anymore wedding stuff today my head is really starting to hurt" you tell him

"That's why I'm here baby, let's get you some food a shower and something for the pain and relax and watch whatever is on that sound good" Scott says pushing some hair out of your face. "That sounds perfect baby"

And that's just how your night went! You amd Scott both fell asleep in your small hospital bed while some I Love Lucy was playing in thr background.

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The next few days were the same. Wedding planning, spending time with your sisters. And the crew were finally able to come see you!

"Thank yall for coming to see me and thank you so much for the flowers and gifts I love them, how's everything going out there" you ask everyone

"Things are good we had some good storms but not gonna lie wish you were there to help us with the radar" Lily says laughing "Well anytime you need me just send them to or FaceTime me and I'll help, I wish I was still out there"

You had another sonogram done and Tyler and your parents were able to be in the room for that, you were so happy you were able to share that with them! You also had another CT scan and xray on your leg

You are now 8 weeks and the morning sickness is in swing and kicking your ass. Every morning like clock work you threw up, and everytime you were sick Scott was right there to hold your hair and rub your back. You found out eggs are something your stomach could not handle just hearing the word make you nauseous.

"Honey when I was pregnant with you I couldn't take the thought of bacon, and with your brother any mention of tacos had me running for the nearest bathroom" your mom told you

"Ohhhh Mexican sound so good" you say with a smile and your eyes as big as saucers looking at Scott who just shakes his head "if my fiancé wants Mexican I'll go get her Mexican, what would you like baby"

You give him the biggest smile "you are the best, I want a ground beef burrito and a steak burrito with queso on top a big side of rice and LOTS of chips salsa and queso, ohh and a ton of sourcream on the side and peppers and onions like they do for the fajitas but on the side omg that sounds so good." you tell him, Scott just smiles and shakes his head "Anything you want babygirl" he says kissing you

"gee sis want a unicorn while your at it" Tyler says from across the room "Shut up"

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Scott comes back with your order and sees your alone watching Friends, "where is everyone baby" "they went for food, but the Dr should be in shortly fingers crossed everything was good and I can leave tomorrow"

You and Scott are eating your food when there is a knock at the door and both Dr. Mitchell and Dr. Teller come in

"Good after Miss Owens we have some good news" Dr. Mitchell says with a smile. "I can leave tomorrow" you ask with a hopeful smile "yes you can leave tomorrow, the CT came back clear, the swelling is gone and there is no more brain bleeds, and your leg xray show you are healing perfectly and will still be able to get your cast off in 2 months"

"That is best news I have heard" you say "thank you for everything you have done for me and my twins"

"Its been a pleasure we will let the 2 of finish eating and we will see you in the morning" Dr. Teller says and her and Dr. Mitchell both shake yours and Scotts hand and walk out.

"Well baby you get to go home, your new home, mom said everything is set up and ready for us" Scott says looking at you.

"I'm so excited to get out of here and really ready start our lives together, and I have picked an OB and now that I know when I'm getting out I can call and make an appointment but as excited as i am to leave im kinda nervous being away from the Drs" you tell Scott taking another bite of your food. "I'll be at every appointment and I promise I'll take care of you, and we'll have your parents and my parents so we'll be good I promise"

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The next morning the doctors do one final exam then let you go, with your home instructions and all the things you will need for your new doctors. You couldn't be happier signing all the discharge papers! Scott wheels you down to his waiting truck and helps you in. "OK honey we will be right behind you your brother will be behind us anything you need us to stop and get" your mom ask while helping you get situated in the truck. "Could you stop and get all my prescriptions for me please" "yes we will I'll see you soon" with that she gives you a kiss and closes your door.

You look to Scott who is already looking at you "you ready to go to your new home baby" he ask smiling at you "you are my home" you tell him and he smiles. You are still looking at him with heart eyes when he turns to you "what's wrong babygirl" he ask. You run your hand over the scruff on his face and smile "I'm really loving the scruffy look, it's so sexy definitely a turn on" you tell him. "Oh really" he says with a smile "Oh yeah I wonder if it will leave burn" you ask with a wink "guess you can find out later baby" he winks back.

4 hours later you are pulling into the drive way of your new home with your parents and brothers right behind you. Scott lived a 3 bedroom ranch style house on about 10 acres of land. "What do you think baby" he asked as he came to a stop "it's so cute I love it" you tell him leaning over the best you could to kiss him. Scott helps you out of the truck and hands you your crutches and leads you into the house.

The inside is just as cute, but since it's been just Scott since he moved in it's a bit plain but you'll fix that. He shows you and your family around, theres nice size living room with a sectional couch and a large flat screen, the guest bed has a queen size bed and dressers. The 2nd bedroom is used has his office space with a radar and a desk computer. The master bedroom had a big California king bed big bathroom attached with a stand up shower and a claw foot bathtub. Now the kitchen is your favorite part, you never been able to cook for Scott so you are happy you finally can. It has an island in the middle, with wood cabinets and counters.

"You can change anything you don't like its your house now too, I know it's plain but it's just been me and sometimes Javi would crash and..." Scott starts rambling and rubbing the back of his neck, you cut him off but grabbing his face and giving him a deep kiss. "Scotty I love it, I know it's just been you ill hang a few things make it a bit homier but it's a beautiful house, oh and there will be some UT stuff going up" you laugh at that last part .

"My parents are gonna be coming over and bringing dinner, they are really excited to meet you" he says kissing the top of your head. "I'm excited to meet them too, now will you please help me shower the hospital away please"

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A couple hours later you have washed away the hospital and are watching a movie with everyone on the couch when you hear a woman's voice.

"Hello we're here"

"We're in here mom" Scott calls out and starts getting up. "Oh my Scott I missed you" his mom says hugging her son, and right behind her is Scotts dad. Scott is a perfect mix of parents, he has his dad's dimples and his mom's blue eyes.

"Mom Dad this is my y/n" Scott says with a big smile. You try to stand up to greet his parents properly but are quickly stopped by Scott's Mom. "Oh honey you stay seated we can come down to you" Scotts mother tells you, and leans down to hug you.

"Mom Dad this is Tyler Owens y/n older brother and Brooke and Troy Owens y/n parents and these are my parents Mary and George Miller" Scott says introducing everyone.

After a round of handshakes Scotts mother speaks up, "I hope everyone is hungry I made my homemade vegetable lasagna for dinner, I know Scott said you love that" you smile up at her "yes ma'am I do it's one of my favorites"

"Well that's great give me 30 minutes to make the salad and bread and we can eat, Scott to make it more comfortable for y/n what do you say we eat in here" Mary says looking at her son "I'm ok with that mom" Scott replies

Your mom and Scotts mom head into the kitchen to finish dinner, you offer to help but neither will let you.

30 minutes both your mom's are calling that dinner is done "I'll get your plate babygirl you want ranch on your salad" Scott says getting up "yes thank you and a water please" you reply. A few minutes later everyone is walking back in the living room with plates and drinks.

As you all start eating everyone is making small talk for a bit before the conversation turns to yours and Scott up coming wedding and the twins.

"So you two what have you decided so far about the wedding" you hear his mother ask. Scott and you look at each other before Scott answers "we want something small just close family and friends and we want it before the twins are born so we're thinking in about 2 or 3 months after her cast is off"

"So around September?" Mary ask

"Yes ma'am maybe even early mid October fall weddings are so pretty, and the twins are due mid February and I want everything settled for them" you tell her

Mary and George get quiet and look at each other before looking to you and Scott and his dad starts to speak, "well you 2 we were thinking, this place is to small for a growing family so as a wedding gift we want to help get you a bigger house"

You and Scott stare at his parents "Mom Dad that's to much this house is completely fine yeah it's a bit small but it's ok" "I agree with Scott. Mr and Mrs. Miller that is an incredible offer but it's so much"

"We thought you would be say but hear us out. your grandparents land is in your name so it's yours all 75 acres of it. What would you think if we got the 2 of you one of those triple size modular home? That way you can get what you want and it's already built it comes in a few pieces and your father has already looked into it you can build a basement before putting it all together, and a porch I know Scott mentioned you love porches. This way everything will be set up for when the twins get here and you already have a big enough house if you decide on more children"

You can Scott look at each other having a silent conversation before Scott speaks up "ok but we want to help with the experiences" "that's fine sweetheart but this is a wedding gift so I get to chose what your money goes for" Mary says in a voice that reminds you of your mom "yes ma'am" is all Scott says.

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Later that night after Scotts parents had left with the promise of being back tomorrow to go over a few things regarding the new house and all the details. Your parents and brother are in bed after the long day.

Scott is helping you get on the big, he has a very high bed so after a few minutes of trying to do it yourself you finally had to ask for help. "So my parents are insisting on paying for the wedding your parents are getting us a house I wounder if they will let us pay for our own car" you laugh looking to Scott

"We have the truck and Casey Ashleigh and Rusty said they will being you your car do we need a 3rd one" Scott ask confused getting on his side of the bed. "Baby I got a 2019 Ford mustage I was gonna trade that in for an SUV we need the extra room, just haven't had time to discuss it with you. I just want something safer and with me trading in my car the payments won't be much" you tell Scott

"You love that car I don't want you to get rid of it"

"Its really ok one day at the hospital I was looking over some safe suv and they have some nice one wanna see" you tell him.

You send the next 30 minutes looking over new cars and making plans to go look at them, when you get detracted by looking at the the scruff on his face. You ran your hands along his cheek and see him start to smirk, "Sooooooooo let's put this stuff to the side and do something more fun" you say running your hands down his chest. Scott smiles at you "what did you have in mind baby"

You just rub his cheek and pull him in for a deep kiss. Sure you did things at the hospital but haven't been able to have sex in so long and that's what you wanted. You whisper in his ear ear "first let's see if the scruffy face leaves a burn then I want you to fuck me into the mattress, that sound good"

You feel Scott start to harden at your words "what ever you want my wife to be" then he starts kissing down your neck.

That night was spent with Scott between your legs lapping at your core like it was it washis last meal then as promised he indeed did fuck you into the mattress. You were sure your brother heard everything seeing that the living room was not far away but you didn't care.

You fell asleep naked with your head on Scotts chest while he rubbed played with your hair. The last thing you remember was hearing "I love you so much good night baby"

[onthewaytosomewhere]

I've decided that other than seeing CMQ this weekend (Saturday) (oh... and prolly a movie Sunday lolz) it's also a make me write weekend

Rules: Send me an emoji corresponding to the WIP - as many as you want! - and I'll write 3 sentences for each emoji and share it. My WIPs are below: (well at least some of them - i'm keeping ti to 6 this time)

🏅 FP Olympics 2024 Proposal dammit ashleigh and nico i blame ya for this one 🧹 seeking the (sex) services of a witch 🍳 but the words that he was whispering i couldn't stop from listening (southern philanthropy) 🎸 alex cover band - seduce henry via 90's & 00's country n rock songs is he maybe a songwriter 🌶️ what to do when your bffs bro is hot (my excuse to write bea & alex friends with some firstprince on the side) 😘 they’re roomies and oblivious and maybe blow everything up when hen kisses alex

so help a girlie out maybe ??

A BIG OLD OPEN TAG TO ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO PLAY AS WELL & tagging a few peeps just in case

tag ur it! @adreamareads @blueeyedgrlwrites @caterpills @catdadacd @cha-melodius

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[metalheadsforblacklivesmatter]

There's only one food allergen I'm allergic to. (I got diagnosed as allergic to 3 but I only seem to have a reaction to one). Guess which one it is?

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It sucks because sesame oil is fucking delicious too.

Also. For disability rights I guess I should state. It really fucking sucks that companies are like "I'd rather just make it so people with serious allergies can't eat my food" rather than actually try to accommodate us. You know how much fucking time I spent reading fucking labels to find food I can fucking eat?

You know what's especially shitty? There's actually treatment for non-life threatening food allergies. Doctors just don't treat it because insurance just doesn't cover it because "You can just avoid the food". Except you fucking can't. Because sesame is everywhere. Especially its in literally every health food that includes seeds and nuts "for added protein"

-fae

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

The Tour IV

Warning: smut, swearing Author's note: I wrote this chapter while listening to Bad Things. Try it and let me know what you think 😉

You lie in your hotel bed staring at the dark ceiling. The concert was as amazing as you imagined it would be. The crowd was electric and the music was, of course, perfect. The guys and Sophie just click on stage. They bounce off each other while still keeping their individuality. It’s…indescribable. Everyone was completely buzzing when they came off stage around 11pm. Rook convinced everyone to head to one of the nightclubs and drink but thankfully Colson wanted to skip it so you were free to head back to your hotel. Given that your only purpose on this tour is to make sure that he keeps himself out of trouble, you go where he goes. 

He hasn't spoken to you since the kiss and you're actually kind of grateful. Unfortunately, his distance hasn’t gone unnoticed and Ashleigh was demanding the whole soundcheck to know what was up but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell her. You didn’t want to keep it a secret, Colson never said you had to keep it to yourself but it felt too…personal? It’s a shitty reason for not telling her but you don’t know what it means for your contract and you don’t want to put her in a difficult position if you’ve crossed a line. Rook was almost disappointed that Colson was giving you the silent treatment.

“Out of all of us, I thought you were safe from his cold shoulder,” he’d whispered to you after soundcheck when Colson walked straight past you to the hire car, heading for the hotel.

“What do you mean?” you’d whispered back as Baze and Sophie ran past you laughing, confusion knitting your brows together.

“He’s different with you than the rest of us. You’re the only person he’s said more than a few words to since his fucking time of the month mood swing kicked in.”

That can’t possibly be true.

You hadn’t really noticed if Colson had acted any different because you didn’t really spend enough time with him to see it. Sure, he was always polite but you thought that was just who he was with you. You never really felt ‘in the group’ with Colson. Everyone else, you had an individual friendship completely separate from the group but with Kells you only hung out when other people were around. That morning had been the first time that you two had been alone in the years you’d known each other.

You groan when you look at the time on your phone. 2:13am. You’d thought you’d be exhausted by the time you got back to the hotel but by the time you had a shower and crawled into bed, your mind was wired and you felt on edge. You contemplate using the 24 hour gym in the hotel to tire yourself out but then you’d have to have another shower, putting you right back where you started. You think of another way to mellow yourself out.

Hopping out of bed, you pad over to your suitcase, rifling around for the little pink friend you never go anywhere without. You slip back onto the bed and discard your sleep shorts. You turn the vibrator on to the highest setting, not wasting any time with foreplay or teasing. When the silicone material hits your clit, you moan loudly. You cover your mouth with your hand and begin to circle your clit. Your mind wanders to that tall boy with the tattoos and dirty mouth and a moan escapes again.

“Colson,” you whine, remembering his lips on your neck.

His hands all over your body, lifting your shirt and cupping your breasts. His lips trail down from your neck to the valley between your breasts. He takes your nipple in his mouth, his other hand reaching into your pants, dipping into your panties to palm your dripping pussy.

“Oh fuck Kells, just like that,” you mewl as you feel your high building.

Suddenly the bed dips and your vibrator is replaced by a mouth. You yelp and try to fling off the bed but strong arms hold you down. You’re about to cry out for help, praying someone would hear you, when crystal blue eyes meet yours. Colson is lying between your legs, his face buried in your pussy. The sight alone is enough to make your juices flood the bed sheet. When he slips his long finger inside your tight hole you reel up, crying out in pleasure. His tongue circles your clit as his finger pumps slow, deliberate strokes. 

“Oh fuck…stop teasing,” you growl, you lace your fingers into his hair to try and encourage him to move faster.

His eyes twinkle with delight and you’re tempted to push him away and finish yourself. You scowl at him and he reaches up, running a finger along your forehead to smooth it. Suddenly, his finger moves quicker and he suction onto your clit. You practically squeal as you chase your high. The orgasm that crashes over you is the best orgasm you’ve ever had, either self inflicted or with a man. Your vision blurs, your legs shake and you cry out so loud you’re pretty sure the whole floor hears you. Colson laps up every last drop of your juices before pulling away from you. He crawls up the bed until he’s face to face with you, hovering just above your lips.

“If you wanted me, all you had to do was ask,” he grins at you before connecting his lips to yours.

Your movements are frenzied as you remove each other's clothes in between kisses. His lips find your nipple and he sucks, licks and nips at it. He tweaks the other between his thumb and forefinger before assaulting it with his mouth too. You’re so desperate to feel him inside of you, you’re borderline embarrassed by it. 

“Please,” you beg him and he immediately knows what you mean.

He snakes his way back up your body, tracing his lips over your skin, nipping and sucking as he goes. When his face is above yours again, you lean up to kiss his cheeks, his jaw, sucking his neck to mark it. If he ignores you after this, at least you will see that and be able to remember this moment. You drip saliva onto your hand, reaching between the two of you to grip his large cock. You pump your hand up and down slowly, watching his eyes roll backwards.

“Fuck,” he growls, biting his bottom lip as you work him.

His eyes are saucers as he takes you in, pupils completely blown, leaning down to run his nose along the column of your throat. You lean up off the bed, demanding his lips meet yours. When they connect, you dip his dick into your pussy, wrapping your legs around his waist to push him in.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers into your ear as you buck your hips to create friction.

He’s momentarily dazed as you take the lead until he gets his bearings. He leans back, wrapping his hand around your throat, pulling all the way out of you before slamming back into you, hard. You scream with a mix of pleasure and pain as he continues to pump into you. Your stomach coils into tight knots as he pounds the absolute fuck out of you. His timed thrusts are driving you crazy.

“Yeah that’s it baby, feel me filling you. Call me daddy!”

“Fuck me daddy,” you moan as your belly tightens.

“Cum!” he demands and on cue, your body responds.

An Earth shattering orgasm explodes in you and you momentarily forget to breathe as the wave crashes over you. Colson doesn’t take long to meet your high, stuttering against you before crying your name as he fills you with his hot load. He collapses on top of you, his breathing ragged and his heart thudding against you. You reach up and run your fingers down his spine, soothing his breathing. He rolls off you and you suddenly feel very empty. You get up and head to the bathroom to pee. You gasp when you see your reflection in the mirror and notice the bruises littering your breasts.

Guess we had that same idea.

When you finish in the bathroom, you head back to bed but you stop dead in your tracks. The bed is empty and your blood runs cold. There’s no trace that he was even there other than the damp patch on your bed sheets. You don’t know why this cuts you to the core so badly but an overwhelming feeling of sadness takes over and as you lie down on the now cold bed, you begin to silently sob.

[ineedtotouchgrassrightnow]

"There is one pain, I often feel, which you will never know. It's caused by the absence of you." -Ashleigh Brilliant

Your heart was racing as you ran towards the hill. You were tripping over your own feet, stumbling all over the place. Out of breath, panting, and sweating. The other day, you were a "normal" kid, aside from having ADHD and struggling with dyslexia. You felt your feet giving out as you ran upwards to the hill—it was so close yet so far.

Tears fell down your face as you tripped. Exhausted, you couldn’t move; it hurt so much. However, you couldn’t and wouldn’t die out here. Your body was burning, feeling like fire, intensely itchy. You just wanted it to stop, to be a normal kid again.

You didn’t even know what was happening; you were running away from something that didn’t even look real. Your head couldn't wrap around what this thing chasing you was.

Barely having enough strength to move your arm forward, you managed to start crawling towards the tree where you were promised safety by your satyr, who was now gone—dead? She tried to help you but failed with whatever was after you in the beginning, each time your arm moved forward, a newfound strength filled you. It hurt so bad, but you refused to die.

Your body weak and tired, you barely muttered, "P-Please..." The tree was just out of your reach, so close, almost touching your fingertips. "P-Please..." It took everything in you to stretch far enough to touch it. "Co-Come on..." You touched it—barely managing.

Just like that, you were on the other side. "What...?" Even though you were on the other side, you felt worse, actually. Unable to move, you had used your last strength getting here. Your lungs felt so small. "Help..." You barely whispered before passing out.

A taller boy with black hair was about to head to his cabin when an uneasy feeling crept over him. "Hello, is anyone there!?" he called out. A faint whisper for help reached his ears, prompting a quick response.

Acting quickly, Percy ran to the noise. "Where are you!? Are you okay?" he shouted, but not another sound followed. Desperation crept into his voice as he pleaded, "Please say something!!!"

Sighing, he ran in a different direction to find the person. His eyes met someone on the ground, badly injured, with blood, cuts, scrapes, and bruises covering their skin. Their hair was a mess. "Oh my gods..." Percy muttered softly before crouching over them. "I got you... let's take you to the infirmary." He picked you up, keeping a strong grip on you.

He gently placed you down on the bed before calling over another person to take care of you, ensuring that help was on the way.

After what felt like a few days, you finally emerged from your sleep, groaning, "Ugh, my head is killing me." "Oh, thank the gods you're up," a soft chuckle came from your side. "Huh...?" you muttered quietly. "You were out for days," he laughed, continuing, "It reminds me of the time I passed out before. I was out for three days? I think, I don’t remember well." He smiled before picking up a spoon of pudding. "Open, please." Nodding, you opened, and he fed you at a comfortable pace without another word.

"Thank you..." you expressed your gratitude. "Don't thank me, I would do it anytime for anyone," he said in a friendly tone. His soft smile was the last thing you saw before passing out again.

When you woke up again, he was there with the same smile mixed with a smirk. "Miss me?" he teased. "No," you replied. "I missed you; it's boring having one-sided conversations with a sleeping person, you know?" he quipped, maintaining his playful demeanor.

"No one asked you to take care of me..."

"Not even a thank you?" He scoffed, smirking. "Reminds me of a stubborn girl I know."

"...Thank you for doing it anyway," you said, looking away, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Come on, I'll show you around camp, new kid. What's your name again?"

"Y/n..."

"It suits you. I'm Percy," he smiled. "I'm the son of Poseidon."

"Poseidon... God of the sea, right?"

"Clever, aren't you? And yes."

"I thought the big three weren't able to have kids after something big happened?"

"Yes, but... wait, how did you know that?" He raised a brow, intrigued by your knowledge.

"Lucky guess?"

"Uh huh... well, come on, I'll show you the cabins first!" Percy said eagerly.

And like that, you two became accustomed to each other. He showed you everything in camp, helped you learn how to fight with a sword and hand-to-hand combat. He tried to help you find your godly parent, but to no avail. You still weren’t claimed, but that was okay – you still had your friend.

You ended up sticking close to him the most, often scared to leave his side. Most of the time, he didn’t mind, offering to take you along whenever he had something to do – whether it was training or grabbing a meal in the dining hall. "Y/n, I'm gonna go train. Wanna come with?" he'd ask. Or, "Come on, let's go eat. I'm tired of training!!!" he'd whine. The two of you were close, and nothing could really change that.

Until one day, "Hey, Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"I'm gonna go train, okay?"

"Can I come with?"

"Uh, maybe not this time...?" He chuckled nervously.

"I have one-on-one training with Annabeth, and I wouldn't want you to feel left out, you know?"

Smiling, you understood.

"Have fun, Percy!"

"Thanks for understanding, Y/N," he expressed his gratitude before heading off for his training.

Over time, Percy stopped inviting you repeatedly. "Percy, I hear—"

"Sorry, not now, Y/n. I have to do something with Grover," he sighed, feeling bad. "Oh, but I just wanted to sh—"

"Can this wait for when I get back?"

"Alright... have fun," you said, feeling gloomy, but still smiled as he waved.

It reached a point where he wouldn't talk to you at all, and you found it hard to be mad at him. Understanding that he had various responsibilities and tasks to manage, you realized that he genuinely wanted to hang out with you, but circumstances seemed to pull him away.

"Hey, Percy," you walked behind him at a fast pace.

"Yes, Y/n?"

"You know how my birthday is next week?"

"Yes?"

"I was wondering if we could do something together?"

"Yeah, that's fine with me," he smiled.

"Promise?"

"I promise. I'll make time for you."

"You're the best!!!" He laughed at your reaction. "See you later, Y/n!"

Next week came, and on your birthday, you waited for hours at the place you two promised to meet. The anticipation grew as you sat there, but Percy was nowhere in sight. Just as disappointment settled in, you heard panting.

"Oh my gods! Y/n, I am so sorry! I forgot what day it was, and I was doing something, but I'm here now!" He was breathing loudly, most likely having run to get there.

"It's fine..." you rolled your eyes. "Look, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you!"

"Do you know how sick and tired I am of hearing those words, Percy?" You looked up at him, your words resonating even though you spoke in a respectful tone. "I'm sorry..." he looked down. "I just wanted to spend time with you." You looked to the side. "What were you even doing?"

"Training... and then I went to sleep..."

"Uh huh," you sighed. "Whatever. It's late; my birthday will be over in an hour." You shrugged. "Thanks for remembering at 11 pm."

"Come on, Y/n?! We can do something fun for the rest of the day–night?"

"Like what? Wait an hour for my birthday to be over?" you retorted, feeling the frustration in the air.

"I'm really sorry..."

"You say that again and again, but with no change, Percy," you shifted to the other foot. "I’m going to sleep, Percy. Sweet dreams..." you walked off to the Hermes cabin. When you looked up, you got claimed. You couldn't help but smile softly; this was the only gift you actually got today. "Pretty..." you muttered softly before heading into your newfound cabin and going to sleep.

When you woke up, you felt empty, weird. Usually, you'd want to go bother Percy right now, but you decided not to. "Not right now..." you mumbled to yourself, not wanting to see him. You got ready for the day and went to the forest. There, you felt a sudden urge, as if you were looking for something. You kept walking deeper and deeper until you reached the same place where you passed out before, the same place where Percy first found you.

You sat down there, relaxing for a moment when you heard footsteps. Your battle reflexes kicked in fast, and you pulled out your weapon, turning around and placing it on the other person's chest. "Calm down, Y/n, it's just me." Sighing, you put your weapon away. "Sorry..." you apologized, realizing it was a false alarm.

"Hey, Annabeth..."

"Y/n, I know it's not my business, but Percy has been beating himself up this whole day."

"Womp Womp, not my fault,"

"I get that you're upset, but he really cares about you... more than me," she added, expressing concern for Percy's well-being.

"More than you?" You asked, confused.

"Yes, more than me. He cares about you deeply, Y/n, more than us others. But you need to realize he is the son of the big three; he needs to have his focus on other things most of the time."

"..."

"He also has to push you away because once they know he cares for you, they'll come for you."

"For me?"

"If they can't get him, they'll get you," she looked serious. "They want to see him in pain."

"Who is they?"

"Names have power, Y/n, but once they realize you are something important to him, they will kill you," Annabeth warned.

"So, he cares for me...?" Annabeth nodded.

"And I care for him?" "Mhm."

"But I can't have him?" "Unless you want to die, Y/n..."

"I'm fine with that!"

"No, you're not! And even if you were, he wouldn't! Percy would do everything in his power to keep you away!"

"But—"

"Even if he fails to push you away, he would never forgive himself for your death!" Annabeth stressed, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.

It's been months, and you both haven't talked. You notice Percy staring at you, but the moment you wave back, he looks away. You know he likes you, and you like him too. Yet, you've accepted that this distance is for the better, even though it's painful.

THIS WAS REQUESTED BY SOMEONE BUT I COULDNT FIND THE ORIGINAL MESSAGE THANK YOU THO

[i-am-doll-p4rts]

Apex Legends Barbie Project

This is the first time I'm announcing this somewhat formally, but basically the project is what I've been calling my attempt at customizing OOAK Barbies to look like Apex Legends characters. My goal is to get the dolls faces to match that of the in-game character models, while leaving their clothes a bit more 'inspired by' their canon skins (for now). Characters I have bodies for and their completion status: Loba Andrade - Completed Wattson/Natalie Paquette - 50% Kaleb Cross - 10% Lifeline/Ajay Che - 0% Ashleigh Reid - 0% Catalyst/Tressa Smith - 0% Characters I would love to do but can't cover, oh but I have plans: Mirage Crypto Wraith Horizon This is not the only doll project of mine that is currently in the works, but this is the one I have dedicated time to first.

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Four

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Warnings/Content: swearing, brief mention of weight, col and presley being cute and pining for each other, surprise surprise kells talking about his dick

Presley

The first thing we do when we arrive in Florida is go to the beach.

It’s gorgeous outside and the show isn’t until tomorrow, so it’s a no brainer. Ashleigh manages to find a private beach that we’re able to rent out so no one bothers us. 

I’m so ready to get my toes in the sand, to dive into the ocean. Living in Michigan, I have access to the beach whenever I want, but what’s sad to admit is that I didn’t get to the beach one time last summer. I was too engrossed in my work. 

It’s been so nice not having to work while I’m here. I guess I didn’t realize just how little free time I’d been giving myself. I could work whenever I wanted at the shop, and more often than not, I’d decide to go in on a Saturday or a Sunday for some extra money. As head piercer, I could do that. 

But I’ve been feeling so relaxed that I don’t feel in a rush to return to that. I don’t really miss the loneliness of it all, the nights when I’d be all alone in my apartment. I’m a homebody and I like to be alone, but there’s a difference between alone time and loneliness. What I was experiencing was some pretty painful loneliness and I’m only just now realizing it.

It’s like I’ve come back to life in the short time I’ve been on tour. Feelings I didn’t realize I could feel have surprised me, and although I can’t act on them, it’s nice to know I can even feel that way. My little crush on Colson has grown into something a little more real, but I can’t help it. 

How could I when he’s secretly the sweetest person ever? Kind, selfless, and comforting, I’ve come to love being in his presence. Sleeping next to him was the best night I’ve had for as long as I can remember. How often do I wake up in the middle of the night seized by anxiety or loneliness and have to fight to get back to sleep? Every single night. But not the night I slept beside — well, on top of — Colson. 

All of this has me humming happily to myself as I slip into my bikini, gathering what I need for the beach. Once I’m changed, Cash comes out of the bathroom and gathers his things, too. The entire reason I joined everyone on tour was to be closer to Cash. I didn’t think I would end up loving everyone else, too. 

“Ready?” Cash asks and I nod, grabbing my bag. We head down to the lobby where we meet the others and get into the cars. I’m happy when Cash gets into the car where Colson is already. I can’t have him. I know this. But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy his presence while I can. 

I turn around and wave Olivia over. I think she and Cash would be so cute together and I want to make it happen.

“Good call,” she whispers as she climbs into the car, taking the seat beside Cash. That leaves a seat open next to Colson and I sit down, smiling shyly up at him.

“Hey,” he says with a little smirk. God, he’s so handsome. He didn’t bother to put a shirt on so he wears black and pink swim trunks, sunglasses, and nothing else. His body is a work of fucking art, covered in tattoos that only slightly camouflage lean muscle. I have to force myself not to stare.

“How far away is the beach?” Colson asks. 

“About an hour,” the driver answers. Colson nods and slumps in his seat a little, trying to relax, but there isn’t nearly enough room for his legs.

I can’t help but snicker and he looks over at me, arching a brow. “What’s funny?”

I shrug and glance at his legs. “I can imagine you never have enough leg room,” I say.

Colson chuckles and nods, shrugging. “I’m used to it. Been tall my entire life,” he explains. “It’s a pain in the ass but it has its benefits.” He glances at me. “You’re pretty tall, too.”

“I shouldn’t complain. You’re at least five inches taller than me,” I say. 

“How tall are you?” He asks, looking me up and down. It makes me feel a little dizzy.

“Somewhere in the 5’9”-5’10” range,” I answer with a shrug. “Doctors tell me something different every time.”

“In that case,” Colson says with a little smirk, “I’m six or seven inches taller.”

I’ve never really cared that much about height, but thinking about our height difference makes me feel…safe? Excited? Small? It’s something I’ve never really thought about before. Being a tall woman, I’m used to taking up more space than I want to, used to feeling too big for lots of men. But not Colson. And I like that. 

“Yeah, we hear you, Jolly Green Giant,” Cash teases from the seat behind us, flicking Colson in the ear.

Colson whips around and snatches Cash’s hat off his head to place on his own head, backwards, and Jesus, he did not need to look sexier. “Shut up, Carver,” Colson says. “You’re only a little shorter than I am.”

“How tall are you?” Olivia asks.

“6’2”,” Cash answers with a smirk and I stifle an eye roll. Cash loves being tall. Loves the way women love his being tall. Hearts practically pop in Olivia’s eyes and Colson and I meet each other’s eyes, exchanging knowing grins. 

“Shorter than me,” Colson says, and his slight arrogance is sexy. He hands Cash his hat back and laughs when Cash flips him off. Colson turns to me and shakes his head. “Was he this difficult as a child?”

“Worse,” I say, glancing back at my brother, whose smirk fades a little. “Let me tell you about how he got, like, three babysitters fired.”

Cash groans. “Pres, no,” he pleads.

“What did he do?” Olivia asks delightedly. 

I giggle. “Which time?” I tease, and Cash smacks his forehead with the palm of his hand. “One time, he got on the roof. Another time he ran through the sprinkler in his clothes. Left the house without permission and the poor babysitter couldn’t find him. Oh, and there was that time you broke my wrist—”

“It was an accident!” Cash whines, cheeks flushed. His eyes narrow at me and my smile fades.

“Oh shit,” Colson mutters.

“I thought you said he was sweet,” Olivia says. 

I laugh. “For the most part, he was. But he had his moments.” 

“Alright, Pres,” Cash says, sitting up straighter. “What story of yours should I tell?”

I smirk. “I don’t have any embarrassing stories. Good try, though,” I say.

“What about that time you peed your pants at Matt Carlson’s bonfire?” And, fuck, I do have an embarrassing story.

“Cash!” It’s my turn to groan and cover my face. 

“Oh, this I gotta hear,” Colson says, and I groan more loudly.

“I love hanging out with siblings,” Olivia says.

“It wasn’t my fault!” I insist. “That’s one of the reasons I don’t drink.”

“Wait, how old were you?” Olivia asks.

“Seventeen,” Cash chirps.

I moan.

“Too much Smirnoff cherry,” Cash sighs dramatically, “and a trampoline don’t mix.”

“Oh god,” Colson says with a snicker. I glare at him and he only laughs harder, head falling back to reveal that gorgeous neck. 

“There went any chance I had with Matt Carlson,” I mutter. My cheeks are red, but I have to admit that it is a funny story. I can’t help but giggle as I lean over the seat to try and hit Cash. He laughs and evades any attempt I make, so I settle back into my seat and flip him off.

“Remind me to ask you for more stories later,” Colson tells Cash.

“Deal,” he says. 

“Do you know any embarrassing Colson childhood stories?” I ask Olivia.

“No, but Ashleigh and Slim do,” she says.

I grin wickedly at Colson who winces. “Good to know,” I say, raising a brow at him.

He shakes his head. “You’re an evil woman,” he says sagely, and I grin, shrugging innocently.

We all talk nonstop the rest of the way to the beach, and when we get there, we’re all energized and ready to enjoy the day. We pile out of the car and join the others who are already setting up on the beach. 

Cash tosses his stuff onto the ground and peels off his shirt. He tosses his hat on top of his shirt. “I’m swimming. Who’s with me?”

“Me,” Colson says, setting his stuff down, too. He turns to me. “Pres?” I’m so surprised by his use of the nickname that I almost lose my speech. Something about it makes me feel all gooey inside. 

“I’ll be there in a second. Just want to get my towel out and stuff,” I say. Colson nods at me and then follows Cash out into the water. 

I lay out my towel and then Cash’s, too. Olivia settles her towel beside Cash’s and smiles at me sheepishly when I smirk at her. “What?” She asks innocently.

“Just so you know, I heavily support it,” I tell her, and her smile widens. 

“Really?” She asks quietly, and I nod. She looks out into the water at Cash, sighing quietly. “Dammit. Why does your brother have to be such a good guy?”

I grin. “He is, isn’t he?”

“And so fucking hot.”

“Can’t say I agree with you there,” I say dryly. 

Olivia giggles and steps out of her clothes. “Come on. Let’s go swim with them.”

I nod and toss my cotton dress onto my towel, glancing down at my suit to make sure I look okay. I follow Olivia out into the water where a couple of others have already joined Cash and Colson. 

Colson’s hair is wet already, as is his skin, and it glistens under the hot, midday sun. Shit. Even though the water is somewhat cool, I feel flushed just looking at him. 

And then, he turns to look at me.

He has sunglasses on, but those can only conceal so much, and they do nothing to hide the way that his jaw quite literally drops when he sees me. He recovers quickly, clearing his throat as his mouth snaps shut, but behind the dark lenses of his glasses, I can see the way his eyes are slowly, subtly wandering my body. 

All at once, it’s very clear. Colson 100% wants me. And I want him, too.

“Hey, let’s play chicken,” Cash says, and when I look over, I catch him checking out Olivia, way less subtly than Colson was checking me out. I bite back a knowing smirk. Anything for him to get closer to Olivia. But I’m fine with it. Happy about it, even. 

Cash has had flings, but he’s a romantic at heart, and all he wants is someone he can spoil. Someone he can show off to our parents and his friends. Someone to treat like an absolute queen. And I really like Olivia. I’d be happy if it was her. 

“Ooh, me and Cash versus Presley and Kells,” she says, and dammit, because Olivia’s almost imperceptible smirk in my direction tells me she’s well aware of my crush on Colson.

And I’m happy, trust me, I am…but what if I’m too heavy? That’d be an instant mood killer. If Colson really is into me, being unable to put me on his shoulders would kill that real quick. Colson looks confident, though. He smiles at me as he walks over to me. 

“You good with this?” He asks, and I nod. He nods, too, and disappears under the water. I squeak in surprise when his head slips between my legs and he settles me easily onto his shoulders, hefting me up as he stands tall. Like he’s holding nothing at all. 

“Shit,” I say, grabbing his hair gently to steady myself. “You’re strong.”

Colson chuckles. “You wouldn’t know it with how skinny I am,” he says. “Not like you’re heavy,” he adds quickly, and I blush. 

Cash gets Olivia on his shoulders, too, and she looks at me with a little smile. I smile right back and keep my hold on Colson’s bleached locks as he walks over to them. 

“I’m getting on your shoulders next, Liv,” Cash says, and Olivia throws her head back with a laugh. Cash smiles widely and I feel a rush of affection for my brother. It’s so good to see him happy. 

Olivia and I grab each other’s hands once we’re in close enough proximity, and we giggle as we fight weakly, neither of us going too hard. We’re clearly both enjoying being on the shoulders of the boys beneath us. I’m glad I shaved my legs today because Colson’s wet hands are secured on my thighs. The warmth of them has me feeling flustered. 

“Are you guys even trying?” Cash asks after a few minutes. Olivia and I are basically just holding hands, and when we look at each other, we laugh.

“Alright, Cash, it’s up to us, I guess,” Colson says, and Olivia and I shriek in unison and we start to teeter as the boys grab hands and start trying to wrestle us off their shoulders.

“Cash, if I get hurt, I’m gonna kill you!” I shriek, tightening my thighs a little. 

“I’ve got you!” Colson assures me. He shoves Cash’s chest, and Cash wobbles. Olivia screams as she and Cash tumble into the water. 

I clap happily and Colson reaches up his palms so we can high-five. “Nice job,” I tell him. “Thank you for making sure I didn’t die.”

Colson laughs. “Any time,” he says. “Give me your hands.” I let him take my hands and he squeezes them as he bends down and pops me off his shoulders. I’m surprised when he wraps an arm around my shoulder. “I’m super competitive. Thanks for helping me win,” he says.

I smile and wrap my arm around his waist. “Me too,” I confess. “Like, madly competitive.”

“She sure fucking is,” Cash pipes in. “Many family fights were had over Sorry games.”

“You any good at beer pong?” Colson asks me. “Oh, right. You don’t really drink.”

“I’m still good at beer pong,” I assure him.

“Oh bet,” he says. “Another thing we can beat Cash and Liv at.”

“Hell yeah,” I grin.

Cash narrows his eyes. “I don’t like the alliance forming between the two of you,” he says, gesturing between me and Colson. “Kells, you and my sister can’t gang up on me.”

“Hey, not my fault your sister is cool,” Colson says, and I grin cheekily at Cash, who rolls his eyes. I’m really enjoying Colson’s arm around me. Enjoying all of this, really. I can’t actually remember the last time I had this much fun. The last time I was this happy. 

Colson

Today at the beach, I was happier than I’ve been in a very, very long time, and there’s no one else to thank but Presley.

It’s getting harder and harder to heed Cash’s warnings. Not only is she the baddest girl I’ve ever seen, but I actually really enjoy her company. She’s funny, sweet, and our personalities just vibe together. I haven’t gotten along with a girl this well in a long ass time.

And maybe I could ignore it, stay away from her like Cash said, but now that it’s three in the morning and I’m wide awake in bed, all I want is her next to me. 

I’ve been wanting to text her for two hours now. She was added to the group chat, so now I have her number, and I shouldn’t use it, but fuck, I want to. I’m tired as shit, and I know if she were here, I’d sleep. It’s such a slippery fucking slope, though. What if she tells Cash I begged her to come sleep in here? He’d be furious.

I groan and rub my eyes until I see stars. Not good. Not good at all. But, fuck, I’m an adult, and so is Presley, and who is Cash to tell me what I can and can’t do? 

It’s with that thought that I finally text Presley. I don’t ask right away, just let her know that It’s Colson.

She might be asleep for all I know, and I’ll regret the hell out of this in the morning. But there’s no way I misinterpreted the looks she’s been giving me. She’s into me. She has to be. Unless I want her to be into me so badly that I’m imagining things. I don’t think I am, though.

I jolt when my phone buzzes on my chest, and sure enough, there she is. What’s up? 

Colson: Can’t sleep. You?

Presley: Same…

Colson: What are you doing?

Presley: Laying here getting more and more frustrated that I can’t sleep. You?

Colson: Same. 

Colson: Want to be awake together?

Presley: Sure. Can I come there? Cash is sleeping like a baby as usual.

Colson: Come on over. Room 313.

I hop out of bed, hurrying to make myself somewhat more presentable. I brush my teeth, which is totally unnecessary since, one, I haven’t eaten anything since I brushed my teeth two hours ago, and two, it’s not like she’s going to get close enough to me to notice whether or not I brushed my teeth. 

I throw a pair of shorts over my boxers and roll on another swipe of deodorant. I check my hair in the mirror and then clean some food wrappers off the nightstand. By then, there’s a knock on the door. I open it to reveal Presley, looking cozy in a matching set that looks way too big for her. It’s probably Cash’s. “Hey,” I tell her. “Come on in.”

She follows me inside and I lead the way to my bed, sitting against the headboard. She curls up with her legs beneath her and faces me, sighing. “You an insomniac too?” she asks.

I nod. “Yep.”

Presley sighs quietly and nods, too. “It sucks.”

“That it does,” I agree, but now that she’s here, I feel tired. So tired. I know if we were to lie down in bed together, I’d be asleep in minutes. 

“The worst part is that I’m tired as fuck,” she says, “but I can’t sleep. It’s like every thought in existence enters my brain as soon as I lay down and close my eyes.”

“Fucking mood,” I agree with a chuckle. I take a deep breath, knowing I shouldn’t say more, shouldn’t admit it, but I do. “The only time I’ve actually slept well recently is when you were here.”

She looks up at me with those green eyes, so green they almost look fake, and for a second, I’m worried I’ve freaked her out. That I’ve said too much. But then she takes a deep breath, too, and nods as she looks away from me. “Yeah. Me too,” she mutters, glancing up at me again. 

We’re both quiet for a few moments, challenging each other to say it, to initiate, but she might be more stubborn than I am because she stays quiet. I wipe my suddenly clammy palms on my shorts. “Want to try and sleep here?” I ask.

Perfect, white teeth sink into the corner of her bottom lip as she studies me. “Are you sure?” She asks. “I don’t want to impose.”

“You’d be doing me a favor,” I point out. “If I don’t sleep I’ll be a wreck at the show tonight.”

Presley wets her lips and nods. “Okay. Then, sure.” She hops off of the bed to remove her sweatshirt as I pull back the blankets. 

She hesitates, toying with the bottom of her long t-shirt. “You okay?” I ask as I crawl beneath the blankets.

“Yeah. I’m fine,” she says. “I just.” I raise a brow, waiting. “I can’t sleep in these big ass pants. Do you care if I take them off? My t-shirt is long enough….”

Her voice tapers off and her cheeks flush. Damn, she’s cute. She has no idea just how little I care if she sleeps without pants. Actually, that’s a lie. I care a lot. She’s making it so hard not to want her. But I shake my head. “No, I don’t care at all,” I say. “To be honest, I can’t sleep in anything but boxers anyway.”

”Oh,” she says, relaxing slightly. “Okay, cool.” She drops the sweats to the floor and I shuck off my shorts, tossing them to the floor. I glance over at her and my heart squeezes. She looks beautiful, the hem of her t-shirt falling just above where she has a rose tattoo on her thigh, and I’m reminded for the thousandth time just how gorgeous those legs are.

She crawls into bed beside me, careful to keep her shirt down, and settles onto the pillow, facing me. Suddenly, she looks exhausted, and I feel it, too, stifling a yawn behind my hand. I reach over to turn off the lights, throwing us into darkness.

“Pres,” I say quietly.

“Hm?” Her eyes find mine as we adjust to the darkness.

I bite my lip. “I’ll do my best to stay on my side of the bed,” I murmur, “but I failed at it last time.”

“Or I did,” she says quietly. “One of us did.” She’s quiet for a while, and I’m starting to think she’s asleep, but then the blankets rustle and her toes nudge against my shin gently. “We could just…not bother. Trying to keep our distance.” Her voice is so soft, but I heard her clearly. I swallow hard. 

“Yeah,” I say, my voice coming out in a bit of a croak. “Whatever you want.” After a brief pause, we both gravitate towards each other, and then her back is against my front, my arm draped over her waist, and she’s pulled one of my legs between both of hers. Her impossibly smooth skin brushes against mine. Jesus. A wave of electricity seems to swim through me and I swallow hard, trying to stay composed. This is so wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this. Cash would kill me if he knew. But I’m following her lead. She needs to sleep and so do I. This is serving a purpose. That’s all. 

I tighten my arm around her waist, then slide my hand to rest against her flat belly. I feel the hitch in her breath and then she begins to breathe slowly, deeply. I nuzzle a bit closer, my forehead against the back of her head, and all at once, I feel so completely at peace that it’s almost alarming. Presley is warm and soft and fits with me like we were made for each other. My eyelids are so heavy I can’t hold them open anymore.

“Night, Pres,” I whisper.

“Night, Col.” I love the use of my nickname and the soft, raspiness of her voice. Before I know it, I’m asleep. 

XX

More often than not, I wake up far before my alarm, so I’m surprised when it rouses me this morning. Rolling over, I quickly turn it off, all too aware that Presley is in my bed. 

I swear we barely moved all night, other than her rolling slightly onto her belly. I know we touched all night because I’m warmer where our bodies were touching. And the morning wood I have is not a run of the mill boner. No, this is from cuddling up to a girl to whom I’m extremely attracted. Shit. 

A glance at Presley tells me she’s still asleep, so I adjust myself, tucking my cock into my waistband until it decides to behave. Sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow over Presley’s sleeping frame. We must’ve gotten warm because the blankets are shoved down, and that’s when I realize that her shirt has ridden up, all the way to her lower back. 

I hold back a whine, feeling like a total prick, but fuck, I can’t help but look at her ass. She wears tiny boy shorts that have also ridden up, the perfect crescents of her ass perfectly visible. I cringe, feeling like a total douche, and gently roll her shirt back down, covering her up. But then, she starts to stir.

I freeze with my hand hovering over her, not wanting to touch her without her permission. She lifts her head, confused, then looks over her shoulder. Her eyes widen slightly when she realizes the state of her clothing, and then she yanks her shirt down, whipping her head over to look at me.

My eyes widen a little and I hold up my hand. “I-it rode up. I was just trying to roll it back down,” I assure her, but she’s already scrambling out of bed to pull on her sweats. I feel sick with guilt. She must think I was checking her out or trying to get her naked or something. “Presley,” I say.

“It’s fine,” she mutters as she pulls the sweatshirt over her head. “What time is it?”

I don’t understand why she’s acting so weird, why she’s so desperate to cover herself. She’s beyond gorgeous. “Um, noon,” I say. “We have to leave around one for the venue.”

“I should go get ready,” she says, relaxing as soon as she’s fully clothed. She bites her lip and smiles at me a bit sheepishly. “Thanks for letting me sleep here.”

I relax just a little, then nod slowly. “Of course. Any time,” I say. “Thanks for sleeping here.”

“Did you get some sleep?” she asks.

“Oh yeah,” I say. “I feel great.”

She smiles softly. “Okay, good. I’ll see you at the venue later, okay?” With that, she grabs her phone and hurries out of my room.

Slowly, I roll onto my back and blink at the ceiling. There are so many little quirks about Presley when it comes to sex and her body. First, there was the weird conversation we had about sleeping around. Now, she freaks out about her shirt riding up. How could she possibly be insecure? 

I try to push it out of my head as I get ready, but warning signals pop up in my brain. Did something happen to her? Did someone hurt her? Why else is she acting this way? I don’t like the way anger flares in me at the thought of someone hurting this perfect woman. I want to find out, but I don’t want to push.

Besides, I promised Cash — and myself, for that matter — that I wasn’t going to be anything other than her friend. But friends care about friends, right? This is a friendly concern.

Right?

[judgingbooksbycovers]

Our South: Black Food Through My Lens

By Ashleigh Shanti.

[thelesbianpoirot]

If you mean Jensen Mcrae then I love her music. Starting To Get to You is my absolute fave and her cover of Fast Car is great too. I knew Jensen was a real name but I always thought it was for white American guys only lol the singer is mixed though so her yt side is probably where it comes from because I’ve never heard of a female Jensen let alone a black one

I discovered her and became a fan purely because I was interested in the fact she's a black female JENSEN. Yep She is mixed so her parents gave her a little white boy name. She's very cute so she makes it work. Jensen sounds so made up! Like a modernized version of some normal name, like Ashley because Ashleigh, Janson?? Jason becomes Jensen. Starting To Get to You is a little bop! I live it. I literally discovered her because that song was used in a youtube edit for my favorite lesbian Brazilian telenovela, stupid wife.

[iheartchv]

May I request a love letter from TMNT 2k16 bayverse brothers for Ashleigh, and can you make it spicy 🔥

Dear Ashleigh,

Every night in my dreams, I see us in a lover's embrace that's as old as time. I see your face twisted in pleasure. I hear you whisper my name. I can feel your fingers and nails graze over my shoulders, down my arms, and your soft body against mine. I want that. I want you, not just on Valentine's day but for life. I'm in love with you. Be mine?

Forever yours, Leonardo💙

Ashleigh,

My heart isnt the only thing that's on fire for you. You drive me crazy with the way you bat your eyes at me, the way your hips swing when you walk. I want to pin you against a wall and just taste your lips, taste your neck, and every inch of you. You're so freaking beautiful, sexy, and everything in between.

Be my Valentine?

❤Raph

Dearest Ashleigh,

You make me feel like a volcano: hot and ready to explode. And no matter how hard I try, I just can't extinguish this burning desire I have for you. I want to add you to my bed, subtract your clothes, divide your legs and then multiply. For you on Valentine's Day, I want that for us.

Will you accept and be mine, my Valentine?

Yours, Donatello💜

Dear Ashleigh,

I love you more than anything in this world, even pizza. You're better than any art piece, better than any food. Why? Because nothing can compare to the beauty of your bare body when my fingers graze over you, and you taste so good, so sweet, that you're more addicting than anything I've ever tasted. I want you to be my chocolate covered Valentine, Angelcakes.

Love, Mikey🧡

[endlessly-cursed]

Founder’s Era- Luxia Thorne

"𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨, 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢."

Name: Luxia Ash Thorne 

Nicknames: Lu 

Birthdate: 1st of July, 964

Zodiac Sign: Cancer 

Personality Type (MBTI): TBD 

Blood Status: Pureblood 

Nationality: British 

Physical Appearance

Hair: Black brown 

Eyes: Black brown 

Height: 1.70m 

Weight: 65kg 

Body Type: Tall, lithe 

Skin Tone: Fair 

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): Marks on her forearms from falling into a rosebush 

Background

Hometown

Luxia grew up within the wizard Saxon nobility, in luxury and her Saxon home would be the first traces of Thorne Abbey. 

Family

Mother: Felicity of Wales 

An intelligent, wise, rebellious and intelligent woman, she was ahead of her time and unafraid of speaking her mind, insisting that her only child would be treated like the heiress she was despite of her sex. She married Doyle out of convenience, but the pair grew to appreciate one another. 

Father: Doyle of Anbach 

A man of war who had a soft spot for his girls, he was teased for indulging his wife and daughter, though he didn’t care much for it and was often on crusades and at court of the highest-paying nobleman until Godric Gryffindor, a young but outstanding wizard, offered to take Luxia under his wing and he accepted. He never got to know their relationship together, for he died of an episod of gout when Luxia was 15. 

Career

15-21: Apprentice of Godric Gryffindor 

22-32: Duelling class 

33-Death: Crusader 

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Being where the battle is thickest, Godric’s wellbeing, being free 

Strengths: Brave, bold, corageous and friendly 

Weaknesses: Hot-tempered, stubborn and has jealous 

Stressed: During feasts and novelties like that 

Calm/Comforted: Training for the next battle 

Favorites

Colors: Red, gold, white and yellow 

Weather: Sunny and hot 

Hobbies: Sword-fighting, archery, poetry, reading and politics 

Fashion: Luxia dresses with simple dresses and rarely has a veil around her, finding it restrictive and far too uncomfortable to fight with. She does have a helmet that has a veil that covers her hair when it’s loose, but it normally is not. 

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Godric Gryffindor ( 980-985 ) @hphmmatthewluther​ 

Godric and Luxia were of similar ages and both were brave warriors and remarkable wizards, and both they developed feelings for one another. Godric’s sweet and gentlemanly manners quickly betwitched Luxia, as well as he was taken by her Herculean bravery and the fact that she always challenged him, which he loved: a challenge. They were together for five years, planning to marry after the Mage Wars were over. 

However, when she found out that he have had another relationship resulting in a son during those years, she instantly flipped, having their most severe argument, where Luxia broke things off and vowed to never be alone with him in a room. After Hogwarts was founded, they mended things and even supported Godric’s relationship with Rowena, whom she had a deep respect. Luxia went to found her own family, which still prevails today. 

Evander Mountmorris ( @foundersofhogwartslegacy​ ) 

Evander joined Godric’s forces soon enough, given the brewing war happening. Luxia, as Godric’s second in command (and after ensuring she was not bearing his child just in case) trained the best promises, and Evander was among them. 

The two of them had a special emotional connection, and although Luxia was prickly and reserved at first, something about Evander made her open up and give love a second chance. They spent what was considered as a long engagement before marrying after Luxia was sure she was making the right choice this time. They had three children together: Kenna, Kemina and Leonidas. Their line would result in the Thorne family through their son Leonidas. 

Friends: Ashleigh of Gwent ( @catohphm​ ) 

Luxia and Ashleigh both had goals in common and bonded over many hobbies of the time. 

[MORE TBD] 

Osmund of Worchester 

He was the husband of Ashleigh and befriended him through her, also enjoying his company. 

Rivals: Brunhilda of Cologne 

They often differ in many things and are each other’s opposites, not to mention that Bruna often ridicules Godric, and Luxia is the first one to spit back and they’ve often duelled for each other’s honours. They never really make up. 

Trivia

Luxia is the ancestor of Marcellus and Semele Thorne 

She was given the nickname ‘Rose With the Thickest Thorns’ for surviving unscathed a fall to a thick rosebush 

She was an advocate for women’s rights of the era and often persecuted men who abused their wives and daughters, slaughtering them 

She never liked being subjected to the highest bidder’s will and was key on Godric joining Rowena’s cause 

She was responsible of hiding the Gryffindor sword so only a worthy member would find it and weild it 

She carved a rose with thick thorns on the Gryffindor tower for her descendants to find 

She can swear like a sailor in Byzantine Greek and Latin, as well as English 

After ten years of teaching, she decides to go on crusades for a better purpose and gets to live to the age of 77, outliving most of the founders 

There is a portrait of her in the Gryffindor common room where she weilds the Gryffindor sword while having the personal emblem of Godric, a symbol of their deep love for one another 

[onthewaytosomewhere]

🌶️🎸🍳🧹🏅 for make me write!

🌶️ what to do when your bffs bro is hot (my excuse to write bea & alex friends with some firstprince on the side)

Eventually, Alex starts seeing Bea when he’s out and about and even occasionally on the edges of campus. Apparently, she lives nearby and likes to take walks around the campus to clear her mind. Soon, Alex is joining her on them. They talk about everything, and it’s months before he realizes it’s almost like he’s acquired another big sister—or if nothing else, that Bea is his friend.

🎸 alex cover band - seduce henry via 90's & 00's country n rock songs is he maybe a songwriter

Maybe he’s a bit obsessed. He’ll admit something is drawing him to Henry, but he can’t quite figure out what that is. Henry is—well, honestly—kind of geeky, but not in that ‘had their lunch money stolen from them’ way in some more mysterious way that makes Alex just want to figure him out. He overhears him carrying on conversations about both Jane Austen and Star Wars the first time they play at the bar, and well, he needs to know what else there might be in that mind of his.

🍳 but the words that he was whispering i couldn't stop from listening (southern philanthropy)

Instead, his mind wanders through all the thoughts he didn’t let himself think about last night. Thoughts about how incredibly reckless it is to go home with the man you’ve been crushing on for over a year now. The man that you will have to see again, so ‘fucking him out of your system for one night’ might not actually have been the best plan. He knows this has the potential to blow up in his face, but there comes a point where even the strongest person can no longer resist the thing they want—and he’s never been that strong when it comes to Pez.

🧹 seeking the (sex) services of a witch

Henry is pouring over some old magical tomes when Alex enters and doesn’t hear him enter. Alex hasn’t knocked before coming into Henry’s place for at least a week now, but usually, he still hears him enter. Today, he has no clue that Alex is even there until he’s brushing Henry’s hair out of his eyes and setting down a fresh cup of coffee. He swears he feels a spark of something when Alex’s fingers glide across his skin, but surely that was just some sort of static electricity in the air.

and well that last one is still stuck in smut so we're gonna put it behind a cut lolz

🏅 FP Olympics 2024 Proposal dammit ashleigh and nico i blame ya for this one

Alex’s moans carry through the room, and Henry is tempted to speed up his movements. He wants this moment to last, though—wants to feel Alex around him for as long as possible. His breathing is growing ragged, and he knows, based on the way Alex is canting his hips to him and pressing his heels into Henry’s back, that he’s not going to last much longer.

YOU CAN ALSO MAKE ME WRITE!!