#atlanta fine homes

[alittleveggies]

Enclosed in Atlanta Example of a large classic enclosed medium tone wood floor and brown floor family room design with white walls, a standard fireplace, a brick fireplace and a tv stand

[djarindroid]

Hiii! I see you opened up your ask box to requests and I immediately got excited!! I'd like to request a Daryl x female reader fluff/smut where it's readers first time with Daryl. I was thinking prison era or pre-negan Alexandria era, whichever you prefer because I'm fine with either :)

Also I know it has been so, so long since we've properly interacted, so I wanted to say I see you on my dash and think about you a lot. I hope you've been doing well <3

~Megan

Hi Megan! Hope you're okay!💕 tysm for the request, I went with prison era because its my favourite personally! I hope you enjoy what I've written ☺️

No More Waiting

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Virgin!Reader

Summary: After months of mutual pining Daryl finally seeks you out to finish what you started.

Warnings: NSFW!! Unprotected penetrative sex (only suitable for ages 18+)

Word Count: 2,910

The last night at the farm was meant to be a night stolen from the chaos of the world. 

You and Daryl had danced around each other since the makeshift camp outside of Atlanta. Finding yourselves gravitating towards each other for some unknown reason. A silent pull that neither of you acknowledged until that night. It had started tentative and slow, his hands finding your waist as your fingers brushed along his jaw.

You’d never done this before, not just with Daryl, but with anyone. The idea of intimacy had never been a priority, especially now that the world had fallen apart. But with him, that night, it felt like it was in reach. You’d felt safe. Wanted.

But before anything more could come of it, the farm was overrun and everything was gone in an instant.

Survival became your only focus, barely having enough time to rest let alone revisit whatever was going to happen between the two of you. Your relationship had definitely shifted though, it was in the way he always stayed close to you if he thought danger was near. Or how he’d give you the best part of whatever he’d managed to hunt that day. Or how on the colder nights you’d wake to find his sleeping bag just a bit closer to yours. But there was always danger looming ahead so neither of you spoke about it.

By the time you’d found the prison and it had become home, you’d almost convinced yourself that night hadn’t happened. Maybe Daryl had even forgotten about it completely.

But you hadn’t. Because no matter how much time passed, you knew how much that night had meant. There were nights when you thought about going to him, attempting to finish what had been started, but you could never find the courage. So you stayed quiet, waiting for a moment that might never come.

Until one night, it did. 

It was late when you heard the knock on the bars to your cell. Looking up from the book you’d been reading you found Daryl pulling back the makeshift cover from your doorway, his expression unreadable.

‘Can I come in?’ he asked, his eyes not quite meeting yours.

‘Yeah, of course,’ you replied, putting your book to the side. For a moment hope flickered in your chest, but you quickly stamped it down. Maybe he just needed your help with something.

Daryl stepped inside, his movements slow, almost hesitant. He hovered for a second before deciding to sit down on the edge of your cot. You waited, giving him space to gather his thoughts. His fingers fidgeted against his knee as the silence stretched on.

‘You okay?’ you asked, your voice smaller than usual.

Daryl let out a quiet huff as he nodded. ‘Just been thinkin’...’ he muttered.

You swallowed, bracing yourself. He turned his head, finally meeting your gaze. The weight of whatever he was holding back was there in his eyes, completely unguarded for you to see.

‘...about tha’ night. Back on the farm.’

You froze. 

He didn’t need to say any more. Of course you knew what he was talking about, it’s all you’d been able to think about. For the first time in a long time there was no reason to put this on hold.

‘I still think about it too,’ you admitted, keeping your voice soft.

Daryl exhaled, the tension in his shoulders loosening at your words. His fingers flexed against his knee before he said, ‘thought maybe you’d forgotten it.’

You shook your head, maybe a little too quickly, ‘I haven’t.’

That seemed to settle him. You held his eyes, your heart pounding, as you fought the instinct to look away. His eyes searched yours, looking for any hesitancy, he didn’t find any. You wanted this, but there was still a small whisper in the back of your mind, telling you that this was new. And if it happened there’d be no going back.

Before you could overthink it, he moved. His hand came up to cup your cheek. He was careful as his calloused thumb brushed over your skin.

At first you couldn’t move as you desperately tried to calm yourself. Part of you was convinced this was all a dream, something your brain had conjured after the months of pining. But you ignored that thought, letting yourself lean into his palm, a silent answer that you wanted this.

And then, finally, he kissed you.

It was slow at first, cautious as if neither of you were sure this was really happening. His other hand found your waist and it was like something clicked into place for you. You leaned forward, your hands made their way up his torso to grip his shoulders. Anchoring yourself.

This time there was no immediate danger, no walkers closing in, no reason to stop.

Daryl wasn’t used to this, wasn’t used to wanting something so badly and actually getting it. But you were here, warm and real beneath his hands, kissing him like this is where he was supposed to be.

A quiet sigh escaped you as you got lost in the feeling of his lips moving against yours. You clung to him like you were making up for every moment stolen from you. Your fingers tangled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more. 

His hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, holding you to him as he deepened the kiss, the feeling sent a shiver down your spine. When his tongue brushed against your lips an involuntary moan escaped you.

Daryl groaned against your lips, his hand on your waist making its way beneath your top. The second his fingers met your bare skin it was like a dam broke. Heat surged between you as his movements became more desperate, and before you could fully comprehend it he had pushed you back against your cot, climbing over you like he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. 

Your stomach flipped at the sensation and you let out a gasp at the feeling of his weight pressing down on you. This was happening.

His hands were broad and warm as they splayed against your ribs, resting just below your breasts. The heat of his touch sent an unfamiliar feeling through you, exhilaration, anticipation and, mixed with the both, nerves. 

You arched into him instinctually, your fingers sliding into his hair, gripping onto him in an attempt to ground yourself. When you gave a hesitant tug, he growled and nipped your bottom lip in response.

He was usually so careful, but now with you beneath him he was finally letting go. You wanted that more than anything, to take everything unspoken between you and turn it into something real.

His lips left your mouth, trailing kisses along your jaw until settling just below your ear. ‘Tell me you wan’ this,’ he murmured, voice low.

Your heart was pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it. There was fear in your chest, but it wasn’t fear of him, it was fear of the unknown. You were about to cross a line you’d never crossed before. 

But you trusted him, more than anyone. There was no hesitation, no doubt, just the certainty that you wanted him.

‘I want this,’ you whispered, voice sounding almost like a plea. ‘I want you.’

He groaned and began kissing and licking his way down your neck. His breath was hot against your skin, every kiss and flick of his tongue sent a shiver down your spine. It was intoxicating, the way he wanted you.

Your hands roamed over his back, tracing the hard muscles beneath his shirt, craving every inch of him. It had been too long since that night on the farm, since you almost had this.

Daryl lifted his head just enough to meet your gaze, his pupils were blown wide and his lips parted as he regained some sense of composure. His hands found the hem of your shirt, toying with the fabric as if giving you a last chance to stop this, but you didn’t want to stop.

You lifted yourself slightly from the thin mattress, wordlessly giving him permission. He pulled the fabric over your head in one smooth motion.

His hands hovered just above your bare skin as he took you in, ‘damn…’ His eyes roamed over your bare torso, drinking in every inch of you. ‘You’re beautiful.’

You flushed, heat rising up your neck and across your cheeks. You weren’t used to this, having someone look at you so intimately, as if painting you to memory. You couldn’t stop the way you trembled slightly, nerves briefly getting the better of you.

Daryl must have noticed because he paused, hands stilling completely. His brows pulled together slightly as he studied your face.

‘You alrigh’?’ His voice was gentler than you’d ever heard it.

You nodded, willing yourself to calm down, but Daryl didn’t seem convinced. His hand came up to brush a stray hair from your face before cupping your cheek. ‘Ain’t gotta do this if ya ain’t sure.’

You swallowed hard as your fingers gripped around his forearm. ‘I want this,’ you whispered, but the slight waiver in your voice gave away your vulnerability.

Daryl’s expression shifted and understanding flashed across his eyes. ‘This your first time?’ He said it as a question, but you knew he’d already figured out the answer.

You hesitated for a moment before nodding.

He pulled back slightly, your hand tightened around his forearm, willing him to stay close. You could see the conflict in him, the way he suddenly became unsure.

‘You sure ‘bout this?’ he asked again, like he was questioning why you would want it to be him.

Your heart swelled at the way he looked at you, like he was giving you every chance to change your mind, to stop this if you wanted. You reached up, fingers threading into his hair, guiding him back to you.

‘Daryl, I want it to be you,’ you murmured against his lips. He exhaled shakily at your words, resting his forehead against yours. Wanting to prove to him that you meant it, you reached for him, fingers finding the buttons of his shirt. One by one you undid them, knuckles brushing against his skin with each movement. Daryl’s breath hitched but he didn’t stop you.

As you pushed the shirt open you traced your fingertips along his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall, the warmth of his skin and the raised old scars. You met his eyes as you pushed the shirt over his shoulders, until it fell off completely. 

‘You tell me if you wanna stop,’ he murmured, lips brushing against yours. The nervous knot in your stomach loosened as he crashed his lips back into yours. He kissed you deeper this time, like he needed you to know this wasn’t just some fleeting moment.

You reached down for his belt, urgency now thrumming beneath your skin, but he stopped you. His lips left yours, leaving soft open mouth kisses down your neck until he leant back. ‘Lemme do it.’

You watched as he unbuckled the bet, slowly, giving you time to breathe. He didn’t take his eyes off of your face, watching your every reaction as he rid himself of the rest of his clothes, leaving himself bare before you.

He was rugged, scarred, but oh so beautiful. You relished in the way he shivered as you ran your hands over his skin, a quiet curse falling from his lips.

His hands skimmed down your sides and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your trousers before dragging them, along with your underwear, down your legs. His hands rested on your hips, thumbs tracing slow circles as you both steadied yourselves.

‘Can’t believe you want me,’ he shook his head slightly as his eyes flickered up to yours.

Your heart clenched and you pulled him back down, bare skin meeting as you kissed him, pouring every ounce of want into it. 

You could feel the hard length of him pressing against your thigh, you shuddered at the sudden intimate contact. The heat pooling in your stomach almost became unbearable. You shifted on instinct, pressing your hips up towards his, causing his length to glide through your slick folds.

You gasped softly at the feeling. His fingers flexed against you, as he tried to restrain himself. He watched you intently as he slowly rolled his hips, allowing his cock to slide through your slit again, catching your clit as he did, causing you to whimper out his name.

‘This okay darlin’?’ his lips grazed your jaw as he spoke.

You nodded quickly, ‘Yes, please don’t stop.’

A shudder ran through you as he rolled his hips again. You were done for, you’d barely started and you already felt dizzy with need, but now you’d had a taste you wanted more. ‘Daryl, I need you,’ you managed to say. ‘Please, I need you.’

‘I’ve got you,’ he kissed your lips a final time before he leant back slightly. He held himself above you, one forearm braced beside your head, whilst his free hand gripped your hip. His gaze landed back on your face as he pushed forward with an excruciating slowness. 

You couldn’t stop the way your eyes rolled back at the intrusion, your fingernails digging into the meat of his biceps. It was uncomfortable at first but he stretched you out deliciously as he nudged himself forward, sinking deeper into you.

He thrust all of the way inside you and stilled for just a moment, watching your every move, reading every tiny reaction your body made. ‘You okay?’ His voice was rough, but barely above a whisper.

You exhaled shakily, it was intense, the reality of the moment. It wasn’t painless but his body fit against yours like it’s where he was supposed to be. 

‘Talk to me darlin’,’ he pecked at the corner of your mouth.

The gentleness in his voice sent warmth curling deep inside you. Daryl, the man who usually kept everyone at arm's length was looking at you like you’d hung all the stars in the sky. The discomfort was fading so you tilted your hips just a fraction and the way his breath stuttered made you reply.

‘I’m okay,’ your hands came to rest on his shoulders. ‘You can move now,’ a small smile ghosted over your lips.

You felt his fingers tighten on your hip as a groan rumbled from his chest.  He moved slowly at first, hips rolling in steady shallow thrusts, making sure you had time to adjust. His forehead pressed against yours, he consumed your every sense. 

The tension built steadily, the months of unspoken desire becoming something real. His name left your lips, your voice sounded wrecked, and that was all it took to stop him holding back.

His thrusts grew deeper, more desperate, dragging out every sensation. His lips never left your skin, lavishing you with kisses wherever he could reach, giving you everything he couldn’t say out loud.  

The friction of every thrust sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him impossibly close. He growled out your name causing your walls to involuntarily clench down around him. 

He cursed at the feeling, hips briefly suffering before he regained his rhythm. His hand made its way from your hip and slid between you, swiftly finding your sensitive bundle of nerves. You cried out his name, nails digging into his shoulders.

‘Tha’s it, jus’ like tha’ sweetheart,’ he cooed, his accent thick. 

His fingers circled in deliberate motions, perfectly in time with his thrusts. Your pleasure continued to build, almost bubbling over into something overwhelming. Your eyes rolled back as the coil inside you grew tighter, Daryl must have felt it too as his movements became more urgent. 

‘Daryl I’m-‘ you couldn’t manage to finish the sentence before the breath was stolen from your lungs completely. Pleasure rolled over you like a wave with an intensity that overwhelmed your every sense. You let out a silent scream as your body trembled beneath him, your hands clutched at him like a lifeline.

He wasn’t far behind you, his hips stuttered as he buried himself into you deeply one final time. His body tensed and he groaned your name came deep inside you. Neither of you moved, both basking in the afterglow of what had just happened. The only sound was your ragged breaths.

Daryl shifted every so slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, before lifting his head far enough to meet your gaze.

‘You good?’ he asked, voice hoarse.

A smile crept onto your lips as you replied, ‘more than good.’ You let out a disbelieving laugh. ‘We should’ve done that a long time ago.’

Daryl huffed out a laugh as he carefully rolled to lay down, pulling you against him as he did. His fingers began tracing slow circles on your skin as he said ‘Yeah, guess we gotta make up for lost time then.’

Silence settled between you, comfortable and easy. For the first time in a long time there was no uncertainty, just a quiet promise that whatever this was, wasn’t ending here. As exhaustion settled over you both he stayed close, there was no need for anymore words, not yet. For now, this was all you needed.

[longliveblackness]

Martin Luther King Jr. was Arrested 29 times for these so-called crimes. Here are just a few occasions when he was arrested and why:

January 26, 1956 — He was arrested in Montgomery, Alabama as part of a "Get Tough" campaign to intimidate the bus boycotters. Four days later, on January 30, his home was bombed.

March 22, 1956 — King, Rosa Parks and more than 100 others were arrested on charges of organizing the Montgomery Bus Boycott in protest of Parks' treatment.

September 3, 1958 — While attempting to attend the arraignment of a man accused of assaulting Abernathy, King is arrested outside Montgomery's Recorder's Court and charged with loitering. He is released a short time later on $100 bond.

September 5, 1958 — King was convicted of disobeying a police order and fined $14. He chooses to spend 14 days in jail, but is soon released when Police Commissioner Clyde Sellers pays his fine.

October 19, 1960 — He was arrested in Atlanta, Georgia during a sit-in while waiting to be served at a restaurant. He was sentenced to four months in jail, but after intervention by then presidential candidate John Kennedy and his brother Robert Kennedy, he was released.

May 4, 1961 — He was arrested in Albany, Georgia for obstructing the sidewalk and parading without a permit.

April 12, 1963 — He and Ralph Abernathy were arrested in Birmingham, Alabama for demonstrating without a permit.

During his time in jail, he he wrote what is now known as his historic "Letter from Birmingham Jail."

June 11, 1964 — He was arrested for protesting for the integration of public accommodations in St. Augustine, Florida.

February 2, 1965 — He was arrested in Selma, Alabama during a voting rights demonstration, but the demonstrations continued leading to demonstrators being beaten at the Pettus Bridge by state highway patrolmen and sheriff's deputies.

Legendary civil rights activist Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. spent a night in the jail on a trespassing charge after he and others were arrested after they attempted to eat in the Monson Restaurant on June 11, 1964. The arrest was reported in The St. Augustine Record and is included in the state legislative committee's investigative report, "Racial & Civil Disorders in St. Augustine," February 1965.

•••

Martin Luther King Jr. fue arrestado 29 veces por estos supuestos “crímenes”. Estas son sólo algunas ocasiones en las que fue arrestado y el por qué:

26 de enero de 1956: Fue arrestado en Montgomery, Alabama, como parte de una campaña "Get Tough (Ponerse Firme)" para intimidar a los boicoteadores de autobuses. Cuatro días después, el 30 de enero, su casa fue bombardeada.

22 de marzo de 1956: King, Rosa Parks y más de 100 personas más fueron arrestados acusados ​​de organizar el boicot a los autobuses de Montgomery. Esto en protesta por el trato que recibió Parks.

3 de septiembre de 1958: Mientras intentaba asistir a la lectura de cargos de un hombre acusado de agredir a Abernathy, King es arrestado frente al Tribunal de Registro de Montgomery y acusado de holgazanería. Poco tiempo después fue liberado, luego de pagar una fianza de 100 dólares.

5 de septiembre de 1958: King fue declarado culpable de desobedecer una orden policial y multado con 14 dólares. Eligió pasar 14 días en la cárcel, pero pronto lo liberan luego de que el comisionado de policía Clyde Sellers pagara la multa.

19 de octubre de 1960: Fue arrestado en Atlanta, Georgia, durante una sentada mientras esperaba que lo atendieran en un restaurante. Fue sentenciado a cuatro meses de cárcel, pero tras la intervención del entonces candidato presidencial John Kennedy y su hermano Robert Kennedy, fue puesto en libertad.

4 de mayo de 1961: Fue arrestado en Albany, Georgia, por obstruir la acera y desfilar sin permiso.

12 de abril de 1963: Él y Ralph Abernathy fueron arrestados en Birmingham, Alabama, por realizar una protesta sin permiso.

Durante su estancia en la cárcel, escribió lo que ahora se conoce como su histórica "Carta desde la cárcel de Birmingham".

11 de junio de 1964: Fue arrestado por protestar por la integración de alojamientos públicos en St. Augustine, Florida.

2 de febrero de 1965: Fue arrestado en Selma, Alabama, durante una protesta por el derecho al voto, pero las protestas continuaron y los protestantes fueron golpeados en el puente Pettus por patrulleros de carreteras estatales y agentes del sheriff.

El legendario activista de derechos civiles, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., pasó una noche en la cárcel acusado de invasión de propiedad privada después de que él y otros fueran arrestados después de intentar comer en el restaurante Monson el 11 de junio de 1964. El arresto fue informado en el periódico The St. Augustine Record y está incluido en el informe de investigación del comité legislativo estatal, "Desórdenes Civiles y Raciales en St. Augustine", febrero de 1965.

[lunajay33]

Soulmate🖤

Summary: You always wanted a deep connection with someone but never found it, that is until the apocalypse happens and a redneck archer saves you and things grow

•Masterlist•

I always envied the people around me finding their soulmates, how happy they seemed but I always tried to stay positive praying that someday that would be me, smiling so bright at the person across from me, but when the apocalypse hit I felt that hope dwindle all my friends and family gone, just me wondering the woods outside of Atlanta

I’ve been walking for days running low on food and water, walking until my legs give out when I come out of the trees to an opening of a serene blue quarry, I found a path down to the water and filled my canteen when I here a snap behind me, in fear of it be a walker I jumped and turned my knife tight in my grip but what came out of the path my my heart jump, a tanned man a little scruffy with a cross bow pointing straight at me

“How’d ya find the camp?” His voice grumbles and it’s like his voice shot right through my heart

“I didn’t, I just came from the woods and found this quarry and I just needed water” he seemed hesitant but he lowered his crossbow, I could tell he had a rough exterior but for some reason that didn’t bother me, there was something about him that drew me in

“I’m y/n”

“Daryl”

He showed me the camp and the group let me stay, over the next week he slowly warmed up to me, according to Lori he doesn’t act nice to anyone here other than me, he just came out of the woods from hunting when I met him at the tree line having been worried about him

“Daryl! How did it go?”

“Fine, got some squirrels, here” he said handing me a pink tulip

“For me? Thank you Daryl it’s beautiful” I saw him look away but not before I noticed the blush on his face

When the camp fell he came back just in time to save me holding me tight like this was the last chance, that night he had me sleep in him tent as he guarded it just incase, when we left for the cdc the next day he had me stay with him, when Jenner was showing us around Daryl pushed us into a room claiming it before others, i felt so special anytime he treated me like I was precious cargo

“Do you think we can make a home here?”

“Don’t know, just want ya safe”

“Can I ask you something?” He grunted with a nod

“What are we, I mean from the moment I met you I’ve felt so connected to you and I think you feel the same but I don’t want to push you”

“All I know sunshine is that yer mine and I ain’t gonna let nothin happen to ya”

[https-harlow]

By My Side

Summary: Despite his team's wishes, Jack has no desire to portray being single to his audience early on in his career. He wants you and your future daughter to be by his side through every step. You come in to meet his team, and bond with Neelam.

Jack signed his record deal when you were five months pregnant, and they didn’t know about you for the first month. Not because Jack was trying to hide you, but because when he met DJ Drama for the first time, you weren’t there, and at some point, Jack just assumed they knew about you. He didn’t keep you hidden, he had posted you several times on his Instagram and assumed someone looked up his Instagram at least once and knew about you and the baby, but somehow, they didn’t.

Jack had been at the studio for a couple of hours with Neelam, Chris, and DJ Drama, he had Urban stay with you. Jack was always nervous about leaving you even though you were now seven months pregnant and still had two months left, Jack was extremely anxious throughout your whole pregnancy, even more nervous than you had been. Even though he tried to hide it, one of the ways he did show it was not wanting you to be alone. 

All four of them were discussing his schedule over the next month, Jack was about to leave for the day when you called him, Jack apologized before he answered the phone.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Jack asked.

“Yeah, everything’s fine, are you on your way home?” You asked.

“Not yet, I’m almost done. Why? Did you go into labor? Do I need to come home now?” Jack asked, panicking, even though you just said everything was fine.

“I’m so sorry, I thought you were on your way home. No, I’m not in labor, I’m fine. I was just wondering if you could pick me up food on the way home, I asked Urban, but he said you’d be pissed if he left me alone and I don’t want to go.” You said and Jack laughed.

“Yeah, he’s right, I would be, but yes, I’ll bring food home, text me what you want okay?”

“Okay, take your time. I love you.” You told Jack.

“I love you too, I’ll be home soon,” Jack said before hanging up. “Sorry about that.” Jack apologized again. “What were you saying?”

“Last thing, then you can leave, promise.” Neelam smiled softly at Jack; she could tell that after your phone call, he was eager to leave. “There was a club that asked if you could do a show in April if you’re interested,” Neelam told Jack and Jack sighed softly.

“I’d love to, but I can’t do anything in April or May. I know it’s not exactly ideal, but I’m going to need some time off around then.” Jack said.

“Like how much time?” Drama asked.

“I’m not sure. My girlfriend’s due date is in April, not until the 19th, but I don’t want to schedule anything to close just in case. I can still come to the studio, but I don’t want to be too far away or playing a show if she needs me. Or have to cancel anything so soon.” Jack explained.

“Oh, you’re having a baby?” Drama asked and Jack nodded.

“Yeah, with my girlfriend, Y/N. I’d love for her to come in with me one day so everyone can meet her, but it just hasn’t worked out yet.”

“Okay, you’re good for the day, you’re going to be here tomorrow right?” Drama asked and Jack nodded. 

“Yeah, I’ll be here at the same time tomorrow, have a good night,” Jack said goodbye to everyone before Neelam walked him out.

“I can’t wait to meet your girlfriend, and I’m happy for you, I can tell you’re excited,” Neelam told Jack and he smiled.

“Yeah, I’m really excited to be a dad, I’m nervous but excited.”

“Let me know if either of you need anything, I know I’m just a part of your team, but I also know that you’re in Atlanta without your parents, and that’s probably terrifying for both of you,” Neelam told Jack before he thanked her and they went their separate ways for the day.

The next day, you tried to go to the studio with Jack, but due to your rough pregnancy and never-ending morning sickness, you stayed back at the apartment. Jack had a long day at the studio, but before he left Drama, Neelam, Chris, and a few other people on his team pulled him aside.

“We wanted to talk to you before you left.”

“Okay, about what?” Jack asked.

“Your girlfriend. We think it’s best if you keep her hidden, same with the baby. We have no problem with you having a girlfriend, or having a baby. We just think that it’s better for your career if you give off the image that you’re single,”

“Is that all necessary?” Neelam asked.

“Sometimes you have to choose your personal life or your career. Plus relationships don’t normally last at 18 anyway.”

“I’m not hiding Y/N or our daughter,” Jack said. “If I wanted the image of being single, I wouldn’t be in a relationship. I know we are young, but I know I want to marry her. We aren’t some stereotypical teenage relationship. She moved to Atlanta with me so I could pursue my dreams. I’m not going to ask her to do that after all she’s done to support me.”

“I just think that it could be better for your career right now, in the future, sure, make your relationship public-”

“No, my decision is final. I’m not hiding someone I love, and I’m not asking her to hide either. You will all realize how special of a person she is, especially to me, when you meet her. I was going to bring her today, but she didn’t feel good, and it was going to be such a long day, I didn’t want to drag her here. I think she’s going to come tomorrow, since I won’t be here as long.”

“I’m really excited to meet her,” Neelam said before anyone else could say anything. She knew why everyone was hesitant, but she wanted to be supportive. 

The next day, you went to the studio to meet everyone. Urban walked a step ahead of you and Jack, Jack had his arm around your waist. You were nervous to meet everyone, even though Jack hadn’t told you that they wanted him to have a single public image, but you could tell he had been coming home stressed, so you had been worried something was wrong at the studio.

Urban walked in first, holding the door open for you and Jack. Neelam smiled as soon as she saw you and Jack. She wanted to be the first one to greet you as she didn’t know how everyone else was going to.

“Hi, I’ve been so excited to meet you!” Neelam said, completely ignoring Jack and Urban. 

“Hi, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to come in and meet everyone sooner, Jack’s been trying to get me to come in since he was signed,” You explained, Neelam shook her head.

“Don’t worry about it, you’re doing something way more important by growing a literal human anyways, I’m Neelam by the way,”

“It’s like we don’t even exist,” Jack joked to Urban, making Neelam roll her eyes.

“I’ve met you before, plus it’s nice to have another girl around, someone who knows how annoying you two can be,” Neelam said, making you giggle, the four of you started walking down the hallway, you and Neelam making small talk, Jack walked into the studio room first, and as soon as everyone saw you it got awkwardly quiet.

“Hey, everyone, this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Jack said, sliding his hand from your hip to interlock his fingers with yours, gently but reassuringly squeezing your hand. Everyone went around the room and introduced themselves, but less enthusiastically than Neelam, which was fine. You didn’t expect anything crazy, you just felt more welcome by her then everyone else. One of the guys moved off of the couch so you and Jack could sit next to each other, which you appreciated.

After about 15 minutes of everyone figuring out what needed to be recorded today, Jack was in the booth, and Neelam had moved to where he had been previously sitting.

“So, Jack said you’re having a girl?” 

“Yeah,” You said, smiling, “Jack always joked that he wants eight daughters, and after this pregnancy, I’m for sure not having eight kids, but we’ll have at least one daughter.”

“Do you have her name picked out?”

“Honestly, I wish I could say yes, but we don’t, we have a few options, but we can’t decide on one, every time we do, we change our minds.” You explained, Jack looking through the glass to check on you, you smiled softly at him to tell him you were okay.

“I’m just so curious about everything, so if I get annoying, you can just tell me to shut up, and I will. How did you guy’s meet? Jack hasn’t told us much, but I can tell how much he loves you already.”

“I introduced them,” Urban chimed in from your other side.

“And he never lets us forget it,” You joked. “And it’s not annoying, I promise. My family moved when I was in middle school and we ended up living next to Urban, but we didn’t go to the same school until high school, where Urban introduced us on the first day of freshman year, and then we started dating shortly after we turned 16.”

“You’re high school sweethearts? That’s adorable.”

“Yeah, we’ve been together since, we never even took a break after a fight or anything. It’s crazy to think about, but he’s one of the few things I’ve ever been 100 percent sure about. I know we’re young, but I feel like you know when you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, and that’s how I feel about Jack.”

“He’s really lucky to have you,” Neelam said as Jack walked out of the booth, he was just recording some ad libs so it was going to be a bunch of quick sessions.

“Let me have my girlfriend back,” Jack joked, standing in front of Neelam, she shook her head.

“Nope, she’s mine for the day, you have work to do, we’re going to sit here and gossip, she can tell me about all of your embarrassing high school stories,” Neelam joked back, Jack looked at you.

“Please, not the embarrassing high school stories.” 

“I won’t tell any embarrassing stories, promise. But only because I’m probably involved in them too,” You promised Jack.

“Good enough for me, but don’t you also have work to do?” Jack asked Neelam and she shook her head. 

“I’m done for the day, I just wanted to stay and meet my new best friend.”

“Damn, I’m already being replaced by my girlfriend.”

“I never said you were ever my best friend, to be fair,” Neelam said, and Jack fake gasped in shock.

Throughout the rest of the day, you and Neelam continued to get to know each other, and while you didn’t know how anyone else in the room felt about you, she made you feel welcome and comfortable. Jack was glad that you and Neelam were getting along, he watched you two bond throughout the day, sneaking glances at you while he was recording or even sitting in the chair next to the couch you two were sitting on. He was glad someone was making you feel welcome, though he didn’t care what anyone else thought of you, you were going to be right by his side for his entire career.

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Sick Day In.

Black! Fem Readr x Orlando Johnson from All American: Homecoming.

(a/n: he is so fine. I loved writing this one.��❤️)

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Summary: You were feeling under the weather in your college dorm so your boyfriend Orlando visited your dorm and helped you get better.

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You lay slouching against the white bed sheets, cocooned in light green blankets. Your fingers plucked another dark green tissue from the bedside tan table, as you blew your nose with a sniffle. Sliding off the twin bed, you peeled back the covers, revealing white socks gliding over the grey carpet. Frustration set in you as you tossed yet another tissue into the overflowing mint green bin, rolling your brown eyes, and pursing your lips.

A quick hand wash in the compact bathroom, and you returned to your bed, surrounded by the eggshell white cinder block walls in the average-sized dorm room, The walls were adorned with your own artwork, and a cherished family photo. Just then, a few gentle knocks on the door pulled your attention.

"Who's there?" you asked, you weren’t in the mood for company right now.

You were an art major and college student at Bringston University, an HBCU in Atlanta.

You were dedicated to your studies and held the position of club president in the art club.

Your strict academic schedule and demanding leadership role left you with little time to rest. Unfortunately, you fell ill and were forced to spend your summer cooped up alone in your dorm room, unable to enjoy the sunny Atlanta weather. Your hard work and dedication have taken a toll on your health.

You had been looking forward to the summer break to relax and recharge, but your plans were ruined by the cold. You missed your family and friends, who were all back home, and wished you could be there too.

Despite feeling sick, you had still managed to inform your boyfriend, Orlando about your not being able to make it for their date tonight. Although he empathized with your condition, he was still eager to spend some quality time with you. You appreciated your boyfriend's concern.

During your art class, the two college students crossed paths and soon became partners on a collaborative project. It was then that he witnessed your natural artistic talent, admiring every stroke and technique you used.

The two of you worked together, you found it endearing that he took such care in learning how to handle a paintbrush. Your partnership blossomed into a friendship, with you cheering him on at his baseball games and him buying your art supplies when you lost them.

Eventually, your friendship evolved into a romantic relationship and he proved to be an exceptional boyfriend. Attentive to every detail, he never missed a beat when it came to you.

You were grateful for Orlando's support and love and he was grateful for yours too, especially during times like this when you felt helpless and alone. You knew you could always count on him to lift your spirits and make you feel better.

In her comfortable attire, you sported a grey tee shirt that was matched with a pair of grey sweatpants that clung to your legs. You wore white tube socks on your feet, while your raven box braids, gently swayed in front of your face. Your hands were tucked away in your pockets, and the room was filled with the sweet aroma of vanilla, emanating from the trio of candles on your nightstand. The thin, white blinds allowed the gentle sunlight to peek through and shine upon your brown skin. Serene silence fills the room.

"It's Orlando." He said outside of your dorm room, made your heart leap with excitement. You practically skipped over to the door, your hand eagerly grasping the metal door handle.

You slowly swung the door open, your face broke into a smile at the sight of your boyfriend standing there. Without hesitation, you welcomed him inside your cozy dorm room, his hand holding a bag filled with everything you needed to combat the cold you had. Orlando holding a bouquet of red roses. You couldn't help but smile at the sweet gesture as you closed the door behind him.

"Hey, baby," Orlando greeted you with a gentle kiss on your forehead, "I brought you some soup, medicine, and your favorite snacks, your favorite movies. A bouquet of red roses to cheer you up."

"Orlando, Thank you. You're the best." Your eyes glinted with gratitude as you took the bag and bouquet from him, carefully placing it next to the nightstand while putting the flowers in the purple vase. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging her from behind. You felt your heart fill with affection for him as your cheeks grew hot.

"How are you feeling Y/N?" Orlando asked in a gentle tone, as he leaned in and rested his chin on your shoulder. His thumb gently rubbed over your stomach, hoping that his presence could bring some good to the summer that had been tough for you.

"Still pretty crappy, this cold won't go away but don't you have a baseball season this summer? I hope that I didn't get in the way of your games," you spoke in a gentle tone, shaking your head as you looked at him.

Orlando gently shook his head, his hands cupping your face as he turned around and

Faced you forward to meet your gaze. He locked eyes with you, his tender touch causing her chest to flutter with nerves. He didn't want you to think he didn't care about your well-being.

"I only care about being with you this summer. You've been overworking yourself and it pains me to see you like this. I'll skip another season." he mentioned softly, his thumb swiped over your cheek.

"Let me take care of you baby," Orlando said in a sultry voice, his gaze fixated on your. He nibbled on his lower lip, as if contemplating the next move.

Your heart raced as you soaked his words, understanding both senses but feeling unprepared for what he had planned. He leaned in for a kiss, but she quickly turned your head, redirecting his lips to your cheek. "I don't want you to get sick," you pouted.

"Let's wait until I get better." you added, you didn't want to risk his health for momentary pleasure.

Orlando let out a contented hum and turned his attention to your bottom lip. After a brief moment, he looked back into your eyes and uttered, "One of the many things I love about you." He then leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on your cheek.

You knew you were lucky to have someone like him in her life and so was he. The two of you sat on your bed, watching movies and enjoying the soup and snacks, you felt your cold slowly start to fade away. But more than that, you felt the warmth and comfort of your boyfriend's love.

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The night sky crept up on them faster than anticipated, but with the help of medication, a steaming bowl of soup, and some cough drops, your cold went away.

Orlando's back leaned against the light green plush pillows with your back nestled against his chest and he gently laid his chin on top of your head while he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. "Feeling better?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.

You nodded, snuggling further into his embrace. "Yup, thanks to you," you replied, your voice still a bit hoarse.

Orlando chuckled. "I'm just glad I could help." They lay there in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company. The only sound in the room was the soft hum of the air conditioner.

Orlando placed a gentle kiss on your cheek and used his index finger to lift your chin. "Now that you're feeling better, can I take care of you?" He whispered in a low tone. You flushed and nodded, "Yes, of course, baby."

Your lips met in a passionate kiss as you tilted your heads in different directions, exploring each other's mouths with your tongues. You let out a soft moan as the kiss intensified, leaving a trail of saliva between your lips as you parted.

"Orlando can you lock the door really quick?"

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Your naked back laid flat against the white bedsheets with his hands held your hips in place while his slim hips rocked into you, while your fingernails sunk into back muscles and your mouth hung open to let a chorus of moans, "Oh shitt! Orlando!" you moaned loudly, your eyes locked intensely, your thumb traced the outline of his lips while he smirked against your brown skin, he trailed kisses up to your breast. The bed creaked from their movement, you shivered with pleasure, sending tingles down yourr entire body. He plunged deeper into you while you arched your back off the bed.

Orlando lowers his head to pepper warm kisses on the sides of your neck and sinks his teeth into your neck gently, leaving hickeys on your brown skin while he gyrated into you making your toes curl in the air, "Talk to me, tell me how good it feels.." Orlando lulled to you, you gasped at the sensation of his tongue swiveling around your erect nipple while his other hand gently kneaded your other breast and the wet sounds of your skin colliding filled the room.

Orlando's mouth enveloped your nipple, the warmth of his lips sending shivers down your body. You pulled him closer, your hands moving to the back of his neck. "It's so good, Don't stop," you sputtered, pulling him closer to you as you whispered, motivating him more as he quickened his pace, your wet walls clenched around him so tightly "Damn...you're taking it so good baby.." he praised lowly, his nails digging into your hips while his middle finger circled her clit. Tilting their heads together to deepen the kiss, you moaned, "Mmhm!" unable to control the pleasure that was building inside of you.

His hips lunged faster, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax, "I'm gonna cum baby..." You gasped, He didn't slow down, instead, he pushed you over the edge with a few slow, sloppy thrusts. You cried out his name while your essence gushed around his dick, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm.

Orlando pulled out of you, "fuckk.." Orlando gripped the covers and laid them on their naked bodies while pulling you into his arms and he nuzzled his face into your neck, peppering kisses along your brown skin. "You're so beautiful," He hummed, his voice husky. You smiled, feeling completely content in his arms before kissing your lips tenderly again.

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[uceyliyahh]

WRITTEN IN RED

summary: Tamaya tends to keep to herself, only opening up to her best friend. During a tumultuous time with her obsessive ex-boyfriend, Tre, who constantly disrupted her life and pulled her back in whenever it suited him, everything shifted when she unexpectedly crossed paths with Jey.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: depression, stalking, domestic violence, emotional abuse.

word count: 7.4k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good a writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tamaya

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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𝔇𝔬𝔰

𝕺𝖒𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙 🤍

As the weekend approached, Tamaya found herself on her lunch break, casually scrolling through her social media feed while enjoying her usual chicken salad. All week long, her best friend Sakshi had been incessantly chattering about her kiss with Jey at the club, and it was beginning to really irritate Tamaya.

Jey would reach out to her via FaceTime and send texts to see how she was holding up since their last encounter at the club. Although she noticed Tre's message, it filled her with fear; she was deeply concerned about Jey's safety and wanted nothing to jeopardize him.

As she enjoyed her lunch, a notification appeared on her screen, revealing a message from Jey. A smile spread across her face as she pondered when he would reach out to her. Setting her fork aside, she eagerly began to type a response.

ZaddyJey🤫💜 sent a message

|| ZaddyJey🤫💜: hey mamas

Maya🪬: heyyy pookie

ZaddyJey🤫💜: pookie? that’s new you having a good day today or what?

Maya🪬: yeah since you’re texting me

ZaddyJey🤫💜: hm glad I’m doing sum right but are you still coming to the cookout tonight?

Maya🪬: yeah I’ll come with Sakshi after work

ZaddyJey🤫💜: good I miss yo’ pretty ass already

Maya🪬: keep missing me then 💋

ZaddyJey🤫💜: very funny how’s work been?

Maya🪬: good just ready to go home honestly also I’m so sorry about Tre he’s a weirdo

ZaddyJey🤫💜: I was goin to ask you bout that is that yo’ ex or sum? He was talking hella reckless in them comments

Maya🪬: yeah…that’s my crazy ass ex boyfriend for ya 😓

ZaddyJey🤫💜: it’s all good baby I’m not trippin on that fool I’m more worried about you

Maya🪬: oh? Really?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: yeah I told you I’m tryna get to know you better mama

Maya🪬: better be careful tryna get to know me I could be more “dangerous”

ZaddyJey🤫💜: that’s fine mama I like em dangerous anyways 🤪

Maya🪬: you is a damn fool 😭

ZaddyJey🤫💜: only for you mamas

Maya🪬: mhm whatever boy you got any kids?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: yeah I do two of em one of them is in college down here in Atlanta and the other one is with me all the time

Maya🪬: you were married? What happened if you don’t mind me asking?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: we just wanted to be friends nothing personal and yes me and their mother are on good terms if you were curious.

Maya🪬: oh well that’s good

ZaddyJey🤫💜: hbu?

Maya🪬: no I don’t have any children I want some though I loveeee children

ZaddyJey🤫💜: I can provide that for you 🙃

Maya🪬: I’m finna block you

ZaddyJey🤫💜: I’m playing mamas I’m playing but nah I’m talking about you and dude.

Maya🪬: oh well that’s kinda personal ngl if I go too deep into it—it’ll just put me in a dark place

ZaddyJey🤫💜: it’s all good mamas you don’t gotta tell me

Maya🪬: all I can say is we dated for four years and I broke up with him

ZaddyJey🤫💜: mhm

Maya🪬: yeah, what time will the cookout start?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: around eight to nine ish

Maya🪬: aight I’ll be there around that time after work

ZaddyJey🤫💜: aight then mama I’ll see you later ❤️

Maya🪬: see you 🩷

Tamaya glanced at her Apple Watch and realized her lunch break had come to an end. She quickly set about tidying up, ensuring that the lunchroom was immaculate before she departed.

With a swift motion, she closed her lunch bag and returned it to the refrigerator. As she made her way to clock back in, her thoughts were consumed by Jey—he had occupied her mind all week after their chance encounter at the club just a few days prior.

At the same time, Jey had just finished an unfulfilling encounter with Seanna, though she seemed to have enjoyed it. Their brief affair began during a day off with his cousins, who decided to visit a strip club to watch the dancers perform on the pole. Upon entering, they settled onto a plush velvet sofa, engaging in lively conversation among themselves.

It was in that moment he caught sight of Seanna gracefully dancing on the pole, radiating confidence. When she noticed his gaze fixed on her, she flashed a playful smirk and blew him a kiss, igniting the spark of their brief romance. He began showering her with gifts and occasionally whisked her away on dates. However, as time passed, she grew increasingly at ease with him, while he found himself losing interest in her allure.

He was only attracted to her because she was a stripper and enjoyed their casual encounters. However, she began to feel entitled to his generosity, thinking they were in a relationship. As a result, she started to cling to him like a lost puppy, following him wherever he went.

Jey was unsettled by how things had unfolded. When he explained that their relationship was merely a casual affair, she refused to accept his words. He realized he couldn't pursue a relationship with someone like her—a stripper—knowing that neither of his parents would ever approve.

Whenever she called, he would turn a blind eye, and when she texted, he would leave her hanging on read. It wasn't that he intended to be disrespectful; he simply found her irritating. The only way he felt he could silence her was by giving in to physical intimacy.

Jey rose from the bed, slipping into his clothes but leaving his shirt off, as Seanna draped the cover over herself, admiring him.

“Where you going daddy?” Seanna asked.

Jey felt a wave of discomfort every time she used that name for him, yet he held his tongue, not wanting to ignite a conflict between them.

“I got to go out to get some stuff for this cookout.” A smile spread across his face as he noticed a text message from Tamaya appear on his screen.

Maya🪬 sent a message

|| Maya🪬: heyyy pookie should I bring something to the cookout yk I just wanted to contribute

Seanna observed a smile on his face, a rare sight in recent times, leaving her to ponder who might be the reason behind his newfound happiness.

ZaddyJey🤫💜: Hell yeah could you possibly bring some drinks and some food while I get the other stuff

Maya🪬: yeah sure I don’t mind

ZaddyJey🤫💜: get some mayonnaise too

Maya🪬: 🤨 nigga ew ya’ll like mayonnaise?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: mhmm we sure do in this family

Maya🪬: aight I’ll get it for a certain someone 😭

ZaddyJey🤫💜: whatchu wearing tonight?

Maya🪬: something I feel comfortable in why?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: you tryna match or what?

Maya🪬: what color?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: black

Maya🪬: I can find something in black

ZaddyJey🤫💜: good, you gonna wear them grills hm?

Maya🪬: how yk I got some grills?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: you have a pretty smile and they were noticeable

Maya🪬: why thank you sir, so what we twinning then?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: Hell yeah only if you want too

Maya🪬: I don’t mind

ZaddyJey🤫💜: aight imma head out to get the stuff for the cookout

Maya🪬: kk

Jey slipped his phone into his pocket as he made his way to the closet to grab a fresh shirt and a hoodie, but then Seanna spoke up.

“Who were you texting.” She questioned him.

Jey glanced over his shoulder, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "What difference does it make, Seanna? We're not a couple," he shot back, deliberately keeping his back to her.

“So you taking me on dates and shopping doesn’t mean we are dating?”

"Are you out of your mind? I've told you repeatedly that we're just a casual thing at the moment. I can't understand why you're still hanging around, Seanna." With that, Jey strode out of the bedroom, leaving Seanna stunned by his words.

She couldn't grasp why he was acting this way towards her. The fact that it was just a casual affair didn't bother her; she appreciated his gifts, the dinners they shared, and the passionate moments they enjoyed together. It all made her feel as though she had him completely under her spell.

Anyone who wanted Jey's focus had to step back, as he was hers and hers alone. She would make that clear tonight at the cookout.

Tamaya returned from the store, bringing back all the items Jey had asked for the cookout. As she entered the kitchen, she spotted her best friend gazing at the table piled high with groceries.

“Girl what’s all of this?” Sakshi asked.

“Food and drinks for the cookout that Jey wanted me to get.” Tamaya responded by putting the drinks in the refrigerator to chill, along with the food in the freezer.

“Cookout? Jey having a cookout and I was not informed of this?”

Tamaya sighed dramatically, placing her hands on her hips as she shot an exasperated glance at her best friend. “I literally told you this all week after you wouldn’t shut up about the kiss me and him shared.”

“And I won’t ever shut up about it like ever, but I had seen Tre trippin in yo’ comments.” Tamaya sighed deeply finishing up putting the rest of the groceries up in the fridge. “Girl don’t get me started with his ass I can’t stand him.”

“Have you heard from him since that happened?”

Tamaya sighed and shook her head as she scrolled through her social media, her chin resting on her hand. She wished fervently that he would disappear from her life completely, allowing her the happiness she craved. Yet deep down, she understood that achieving that peace wouldn’t be simple.

“I know he’s crashing out bad after hearing about you kissing another nigga that ain’t him.”

“Honestly girl I don’t really care if he is or not I mean it’s my life not his.”

“Period as it should be bestie, but what time is the cookout starting?”

“Jey said around eight to nine ish, so we’ll get ready around seven I’ll drive us there.” Sakshi nodded her head agreeing with Tamaya as she went towards the sofa.

Tamaya remained in the kitchen, absorbed in her phone as she scrolled through her timeline and the stories of others on Instagram. Suddenly, a text from Tre popped up, prompting her to roll her eyes at his message.

Tre💔 sent a message

|| Tre💔: Yo’ ass better not go to that fucking cookout Maya you didn’t think I wouldn’t know about that? I told you I got people living down there in Atlanta watching you, you better stay yo’ ass home away from that Samoan bitch

Who the fuck does he think he is?

Maya🪬: nigga last time I check we aren’t together anymore and that was about a year ago when I broke up with you so idk why you keep actin like we still together 😒

Tre💔: because you fucking belong to me Maya

Maya🪬: you’re fucking delusional and I don’t belong to anybody

Tre💔: Watch yo’ fucking mouth Maya don’t forget who made you

Maya🪬: nigga you fucking helped me with one fucking thing and think that you made me gtfo Tre please

Tre💔: BECAUSE I FUCKING DID YOU STUIPD BITCH IF I DIDNT HELP YOU PAY FOR YOUR NURSING CLASSES YOU WOULDNT BE WHERE YOU ARE TODAY

Maya🪬: and I am grateful for that but that don’t mean imma get back with you Trevon

Tre💔: god I fucking hate you Maya I really do

Maya🪬: if you hate me so much then leave me tf alone it’s that simple dummy

Tre💔: that smart ass mouth of yours will get you in trouble

Maya🪬: nigga please stop texting me fuck

Tre💔: yk I’m not gonna do that princess imma make yo’ life a living hell

Maya🪬: you do that enough what more damage do you want to do to me?

Tre💔: until you’re mine and I’m in control

Maya🪬: fuck you

Tre💔: don’t go to that cookout with him

Maya🪬: why are you jealous that I’m with someone better than you?

Tre💔: don’t flatter yourself princess that Samoan nigga don’t want you only seeing you as a fling like he does with that stripper he with

Stripper? Jey didn’t tell her about that.

Maya🪬: stripper? He’s with a stripper?

Tre💔: yeah but they’re a fling apparently so you ain’t that special either way he probably just wanna fuck you at that cookout tonight so I would advise you not to go

Tamaya was completely unaware of the stripper Tre was referring to. She wondered why Jey hadn’t brought it up during their text conversation the previous night when they were trying to connect. It was at that moment that Tre's words began to weigh heavily on her mind.

The thought that she might not be “good enough” and was merely someone to “hook up with” sent a chill of fear through her as she contemplated the situation she was stepping into. Just then, a vibration from her phone broke her train of thought, revealing a message from Tre.

Tre💔: yeah I got under yo’ skin like I always do princess so why don’t you just stay home and talk to me tonight

Maya🪬: I fucking hate you bitch don’t text me anymore

In a flurry, she dashed up the stairs to her bedroom after sending that message, leaving her best friend staring after her with a puzzled look, trying to piece together what had just occurred. Rising from the sofa, she followed Tamaya, eager to uncover the mystery.

Upon opening the door, she was met with the sound of her best friend sobbing, a wave of worry washing over her. She quickly moved to her side, settling down on the bed and enveloping her in a comforting embrace.

Sakshi felt her heart shatter as she listened to her best friend weeping. Gently, she ran her fingers through her hair, offering solace before uttering a single word.

“Bestie, what happened?” Sakshi inquired, but Tamaya remained silent, simply displaying the messages exchanged between her and Tre. As Sakshi meticulously read through them, her focus deepened.

The sight of this man harassing her and spreading falsehoods about Jey ignited a fire of fury within her. Unaware of the truth about the man, Sakshi gently set Tamaya’s phone down on the bed, pulling back from their embrace as she noticed the puffiness in Tamaya’s eyes.

“You’re letting him get under your skin Tay, you’re letting him win don’t do that.” She said.

“It’s so hard Saki like really hard bro, after all of the shit he put me through what if he’s right? Bout Jey?” Tamaya replied sniffing her nose.

“Don’t fucking believe him bout what he saying about Jey that’s something you and Jey need to talk about in private about this stripper.” Tamaya brushed away the tears streaming down her cheeks, nodding in agreement with her closest friend.

“You think I should keep my distance?” Sakshi shook her head.

“No, you need to talk to him tonight about it. No running away from this.” Tamaya realized that she couldn't escape this situation as she usually did when she was with Tre, simply because she felt lost and unsure of how to proceed.

Tamaya nodded her head before speaking, “alright I’ll talk to him about it.”

“Good, you’re too pretty to cry over a nigga that treated you like shit. You deserve better bestie for real.” Her and Sakshi hugged each other tightly knowing that Sakshi had her back forever.

As Jey chatted with his cousins, who were arriving for the cookout, each bringing along drinks and food, he took a sip of his beer. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to someone entering the house alongside a girl.

Tamaya and her best friend Sakshi entered the room, and wow, Tamaya was absolutely stunning tonight. He couldn't take his eyes off her from head to toe. She rocked a sleek two-piece black ensemble, paired with a cozy furry hat and stylish black platform Converse, looking incredibly fabulous.

“Hollon Uce, gotta holla at shawty.” Jey remarked as he strolled in her direction.

Tamaya glanced around the room, taking in the beauty of his home. From the elegantly adorned sofas to the vibrant kitchen, the space radiated a touch of Samoan culture. Her eyes caught sight of him approaching, a red cup in hand, as he made his way toward her.

He certainly looked sharp tonight, perfectly coordinated with her. He sported an all-black Nike outfit, complemented by cross piercings in both earlobes, a sleek Cuban link silver chain, and a stylish Rolex adorning his wrist. She was also impressed by his impressive choice of shoes.

He flashed a grin, revealing his sparkling grills, and she mirrored his expression. Setting the red cup on the counter, he opened his arms wide for a hug. She leaped onto her tippy toes, wrapping her arms around him tightly, while he lifted her legs around his waist, both of them savoring each other's scent in a warm embrace.

Jey gently set her down, his hands resting on her waist as he gazed down at her.

“You just know how to style an outfit huh?” Jey said.

“I mean it’s eating ain’t it we are matching.” She replied.

“Hell yeah girl, lemme’ introduce you to the fam.” He had taken the time to introduce her to his friends and family, and to her delight, they all took a liking to her. This included his twin brother, Jimmy, and his cousin, Roman, who both remarked that she was far superior to a girl named Seanna. Tamaya suspected that this Seanna was the stripper Tre had mentioned earlier.

The girl was nowhere in sight, likely hiding upstairs, biding her time for the perfect moment to create a scene and humiliate Jey in front of his friends.

While conversing with his companions, Tamaya sensed his hand resting on her lower back, drawing her nearer to him. This subtle gesture stirred something profound within her.

Occasionally, he would sneak furtive looks at her while conversing with his friends, the scent of her perfume washing over him like a tidal wave, stirring a deep longing within him for something she possessed.

“So what do you do Tamaya?” Trinity asked.

“I’m a Pediatric Nurse, I work with children.” She replied.

“Oh my god for real? That mean you gonna make sure my future kids are good?” Tamaya chuckled at her reply while nodding her head as she continued talking to Trinity.

“Isn’t that the same girl from the club a couple of days ago Uce?” Jimmy asked.

Jey nodded his head while taking a sip of his beer in his red up, “yeah, that’s her. She’s so bad”

“You tryna get with her or what?”

“Yeah, like I wanna have a serious relationship with her I think Takecia would like her honesty.” Jimmy nodded as he listened to his twin brother talk about Tamaya. It was then that he spotted Seanna emerging from the back, joining the others as they headed in their direction. Excitedly, he nudged his brother and pointed.

Jey let out a heavy sigh, his fingers running through his mullet as he silently wished that Seanna would keep her cool while approaching them. However, Seanna's eyes narrowed when she spotted his hand resting on Tamaya's waist, a surge of anger rising within her at the sight of her "man" being so familiar with another woman.

“Jey, who the fuck is this?”

Tamaya spun around at once, recognizing the girl Tre had mentioned—the stripper. While she couldn't deny that the girl was attractive, she felt even more beautiful with Jey's hand resting on her waist.

“Seanna, don’t start no shit bro. what the fuck are you even doing here I thought you left?”

“Why would I leave?”

“Because we aren’t together?”

Seanna smacked her lips as she looked at Tamaya up and down with a stank face. “Who is this bitch?”

Tamaya looked offended by what she had said, “bitch? Girl I’m not a fucking dog hoe.”

“Hoe? Girl you the one who’s a hoe stealing my man.”

“Last time I check he said he didn’t claim you.”

“Girl, he don’t be saying that when he be saying that when he be fucking me unlike you I don’t know what he sees in you probably just another fling but I’m the prize here.” The words hit her hard, piercing her heart, but she chose to conceal her feelings in front of his companions to avoid any humiliation.

“If you were the prize you would’ve been with him instead of him throwing you to the side, seems like he’s more interested in me than you.” Seanna attempted to charge at Tamaya, but Jimmy quickly restrained her, preventing any confrontation. Meanwhile, Tamaya remained unfazed, having faced far worse challenges in the past.

She informed Jey that she required a moment, then turned and made her way back into the house. Ascending the stairs toward one of the bedrooms, she closed the door behind her and started to crumble.

The words Seanna spoke echoed in her mind, bringing back memories of Tre, who had a way of dragging her down and shattering her mental well-being. It plunged her thoughts into a dark place, filled with painful recollections of their time together. As she wiped away her tears, she found herself sniffling, overwhelmed by the weight of those haunting memories.

She walked restlessly from one end to the other, desperately attempting to soothe her frayed nerves and rein in her emotions, yet each time she heard those haunting words and voices in her mind, she faltered.

‘Another fling’

‘Someone to fuck on’

‘Not good enough’

‘That Samoan nigga don’t like you for real he just want to fuck on you.’

‘Remember I made you’

The words Tre had spoken to her echoed in her mind, diminishing her sense of self. Once again, she felt herself slipping away, and doubts crept in—perhaps attending the cookout was a mistake after all. She should have heeded Tre's advice.

As she hastily dried her tears, she heard a knock at the door, determined to hide any trace of her sorrow. She caught a glimpse of Jey's head poking out from behind the door.

“Hey, can I come in?” Jey asked softly as Tamaya nodded her head.

Jey entered the room, closing the door softly behind him. He took a seat beside her, but she didn’t glance in his direction. Instead, she nervously played with her fingers, anticipating his words.

“I’m sorry bout her, she was suppose leave earlier.”

Tamaya wiped her nose, “it’s okay I’m not trippin’ about it anymore she seems very adamant about you.”

He chuckled at her, “nah she’s just some stripper I met at the club just a fling now she thinks we are in a relationship.” Tamaya chuckled bitterly while shaking her head. “She’s definitely delusional.”

“You said something right tonight.” Tamaya kept her gaze averted until he brought it up.

“Look at me angel, lemme’ see yo’ pretty face.” He gently lifted her chin, compelling her to meet his gaze, his deep chocolate brown eyes locking onto hers.

He observed that her eyes were swollen and tinged with red, a clear indication that she had been crying prior to his entrance into the room. Gently, he caressed her cheeks with his thumb as she shut her eyes, savoring the warmth of his affection.

“You’ve been crying baby.”

“N-no I haven’t…” Jey tilted his head, unconvinced by her performance, fully aware that tears had stained her cheeks.

“Don’t do that, talk to me.”

“It’s really personal Joshua, like very personal.”

“Lay it out on me baby I’m listening.” Tamaya started to share the tumultuous journey of her past four years with Tre, detailing the constant ups and downs of their relationship. As she spoke, she revealed her scars, including a particularly haunting one on her rib cage, a painful reminder of when Tre had stabbed her.

Jey's gaze softened as he caught sight of the scar on her rib cage. Listening to her recount how she nearly lost her life because of him shattered his heart into countless fragments. It was no wonder she needed a moment to collect herself; Seanna had said something that struck a nerve.

He noticed a tear rolling down her cheek as she rose to her feet.

“I’m sorry…this is a lot..” she said softly while sniffing her nose.

She sensed him rising from behind her, his arms encircling her waist, radiating warmth as his neck nestled against her shoulders.

“It’s okay I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I fucking hate him so much…I-I fucking hate him Joshua.” She sensed herself crumbling once more as Jey gently turned her to face him, allowing her to weep freely against his chest.

He gently caressed her hair, murmuring tender words of comfort into her ear, assuring her that all would be well and that he was by her side. “I know mamas, I know. I’m right here.”

Tamaya had never felt this exposed with anyone else except her closest friend. In Jey's embrace, she found a profound sense of safety; the warmth radiating from his body and the comforting scent of his cologne wrapped around her, bringing peace to her heart and soul.

She usually managed to control her emotions during tough times, but tonight felt different. His presence held a special significance for her.

He paused for a moment, taking in her flushed cheeks and swollen eyes, her lashes glistening with tears. Gently, he wiped away the last remnants of her tears, cradling her chin tenderly before he began to speak.

“You deserve better, you’re way too beautiful to be treated like that.” Jey says softly.

“Way too fucking beautiful at that.” Tamaya studied his facial expressions, noticing a glimmer in his eyes that was unfamiliar to her. It was as if he was silently longing for her presence.

He leaned in, his hands gently cradling her chin, as their noses grazed against one another. Their lips hovered tantalizingly close until he finally took the plunge and kissed her.

The kiss unfolded slowly and tenderly, a soothing balm she craved as she encircled his neck with her arms, while his hands rested softly on her hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. Their tongues danced and battled for control, reminiscent of wild creatures, as she began to retreat toward the bed.

He tracked her every motion, refusing to lose sight of her, until he found himself positioned above her, nestled between her legs, with her balanced precariously at the edge of the bed.

“Joshua…” she murmured between the kiss.

“What’s up mama?” He murmured back before pulling away.

“I think we should head back down to the cookout.”

“I mean we could stay up here if you want to.”

Tamaya shook her head, “I think I’m okay now.”

He pressed his lips to hers one final time, relishing the moment as he assisted her in getting off the bed and adjusting their clothes. Tamaya then slipped into the bathroom to wash her face, having shed so many tears. Meanwhile, Jey followed her in, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

Once she had finished washing her face, she noticed him leaning against the door, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that suggested he wanted to absorb every detail of her as she walked by. The moment he caught a hint of her fragrance wafting from the bathroom, he reached out, wrapping his arms around her waist, catching her off guard as he looked down at her with a smoldering intensity.

“You’re so dangerous got me actin crazy right now baby.”

“Well continue to act crazy then sir this cookie jar is closed for right now.”

“Oh? So you wanna play like that huh?” As she slipped from his embrace, she flashed him a dazzling smile that showcased her grills, making her way down the stairs to the kitchen, leaving him longing for her presence.

As Night Falls drew near, everyone began preparing to depart, seen gathering food or assisting with tidying up the house and the backyard alongside those who remained. Meanwhile, Tamaya stood outside, her feet splashing in the water, lost in thought about the events of the evening.

There was a bond between her and Jey that mirrored the one she shared exclusively with Sakshi, her closest friend. This made him fortunate to secure a top spot on her list of trusted individuals. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of his soft-spoken words and the way his kisses sent her into a whirlwind of emotions, driving her to the brink of madness.

She noticed the longing in his eyes, a clear indication that his heart was set on her and not on that Seanna girl. As the water flowed over her feet, she heard the sliding door creak open and turned to see Jimmy stepping outside.

“Hey, Tamaya me and Trin finna take yo’ best friend him since she had to many to drinks.” Jimmy said.

“A’ight then be careful tho she’s a handful.” Tamaya replied while chuckling at him.

“I think we can handle her you good though?” Tamaya smiled and embraced him tightly before he turned and headed back into the house, car keys in hand.

Tamaya concluded it was time to head home as she had a day off tomorrow, allowing her to catch up on some much-needed rest before the week began. She lifted her feet from the pool, shaking off the water to dry them, and then picked up her shoes and socks as she made her way back into the house.

Amidst the few individuals lounging on Jey's sofa, either slouched or engaged in lively conversation, she focused on slipping on her socks and shoes. Bending slightly to adjust them, she noticed Jey was nowhere in sight, likely occupied with Seanna at that moment, just as she finished securing her shoes.

In that moment, she felt a sudden smack on her backside, nearly causing her heart to leap out of her chest. As she spun around, ready to throw a punch, she discovered it was Jey standing behind her, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at his antics.

“You play too fucking much Joshua.” She says while nudging him on his shoulder.

“Can’t be bending over like that when I’m near angel.”

As they locked eyes, the haunting melody of Frank Ocean's "Novacane" filled the air around them.

“I can bend over whenever I want, you ain’t gonna do nothing about it.” Jey furrowed his brows, setting his red cup on the table before stepping closer to her.

Tamaya remained frozen, resembling an innocent child who had committed no offense, as she felt his hand encircle her throat and the other rest on her hips. The music playing in the background filled the silence, amplifying the palpable tension that hung between them.

Their noses almost grazed, as their lips lingered close, wavering between hesitation and desire.

“You tryna get me riled up mamas? Because don’t start something you can’t finish.” Jey leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper as he locks his gaze onto her deep chocolate brown eyes.

She looked at him innocently, “I told you I’m dangerous pookie.” He held her firmly against the table's edge, longing to press his lips to hers and savor the sensation of their tongues entwining.

His rigid form pressed against her, while his lips started to explore her jawline, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses that coaxed a moan from her lips.

He pressed his lips against her neck, drawing on it as if she were his quarry, savoring her essence and leaving marks as though she were his Luna. The sensation left her mind swirling in a haze, while an unsettling feeling crept over her, as if someone were observing their every move, witnessing the scene unfold before their eyes.

Seanna stood by, her heart shattering as she witnessed the man she believed was hers sharing a kiss with another woman, leaving her feeling utterly betrayed.

‘What does he even see in her that he doesn’t with me?’ All she could do was watch as he lavished his affection and attention on the girl, but everything changed when she saw him set Tamaya down on the table; that moment ignited something within her.

The way his hands roamed over Tamaya’s body and its curves infuriated her. She was well aware that she was the superior choice for him, so why would he opt for this other woman instead?

What could possibly explain his lavish treatment and all the special moments they shared if they weren't in a relationship? To her, they were undeniably a couple, so witnessing him kiss another woman felt like a double blow to her heart.

Jey's hands gripped Tamaya's hips, pulling her closer as he squeezed gently, their tongues dancing in a heated battle for control. He could feel the pressure of his arousal pressing against her, straining against the fabric of his jeans.

“You see what you did to me baby? You feel that shit don’t you?” He murmured between the kiss.

“I can feel it rubbing up against me.” She murmured softly almost losing herself to this man.

He grabbed her hand placing it down on his throbbing cock feeling nothing but pre-cum coming out from it. “Touch it, please touch it.” She touched it without hesitation causing a groan to escape his lips as she did so.

She was rubbing her thumb against his dick that were against his jeans almost teasing him she could see him folding beneath her touch that’s the effect she had on him.

They linger in a passionate embrace, their lips entwined, before reluctantly breaking apart—locking eyes that shimmer with pure desire and an elusive emotion they can't quite define.

“You’re wet Joshua.” She says softly as she felt him kiss her lips again.

“You got me like this in a public space mamas.” He replied softly.

“You know I gotta go home.” She could hear him let out a deep sigh, fully aware of the sexual frustration he was likely experiencing at that moment. “Fuck, can’t you stay just for a little bit longer?” His hands were still firmly on her butt squeezing them.

A silent plea shimmered in his eyes, urging her to remain by his side, yet the echoes of Tre's words haunted her thoughts, casting a shadow over the moment. “He only wants to fuck on you” “he doesn’t want you for real.”

She felt a chill of fear at the thought that this was likely all he truly wanted to achieve, or so she assumed.

She gently pushed his hands away as she stood up from the table, unwilling to accept being treated as just a temporary fling. The thought of being used and discarded, especially with him involved with that stripper, was something she couldn't bear.

She had no desire for that.

She was letting Tre win yet again.

She was letting his words get to her.

Before she could reach for her purse and phone, she sensed his hands resting on her waist. "Just stay; we don’t have to do anything, I promise," he said. She turned her head to face him directly.

“How can I trust you? I know I’m just a pretty face and have a nice body figure but if you’re doing all of this just to fuck and then leave me under the mat then this conversation is over with.”

Jey drew her body nearer to his, their faces just inches apart as she looked up at him.

“I’m not here for allat, I told you I want to get to know you better mama. Don’t compare me to whatever you and ol’ dude had going on cuz I’m different than him.” She gazed into his eyes and recognized the sincerity behind them; if he weren't truly committed, he wouldn't have taken the step to introduce her to his people as he did today.

“Just stay tonight ion’ want you driving home by yourself” With that, she surrendered to him, nodding as they separated from one another. “If I’m spending the night with you what would I wear and what about shawty?”

“I’ll let you borrow some of my clothes for tonight and as for her I’ll tell her to leave she wasn’t supposed to be here anyways.”

Tamaya gave a nod as she set her purse down on the small table beside her.

“Just head upstairs and take a shower I’ll be right there.” Tamaya complied with his request and ascended the stairs, her movements captivating him. He couldn't help but be entranced by the way her backside swayed in her sweatpants.

After enjoying a soothing warm shower in Jey's bathroom, Tamaya slipped into his clothes, donning his boxers and a trendy yeet crop top. She pampered her skin with coconut lotion she had stashed in her purse, and she put on her bonnet, prepared for moments like this.

As she focused on her task, she failed to notice him leaning against the doorframe, observing her. When she finally turned around, a startled gasp escaped her lips, her hand instinctively flying to her chest at the sight of him.

He let out a laugh as she flashed him the middle finger before saying anything. “you can’t be scaring folks like that Joshua!” She scolded him.

“My fault mamas, I just was admire how good you look in my clothes didn’t mean to scare yo’ tiny ass.” Tamaya shot him a fierce look as she approached, her posture radiating confidence as if she were above him. She playfully nudged him, but in an instant, he seized her by the throat, compelling her to yield to his grip.

“Look how you submit to me, thinking you tuff and shit little one.” He gently pressed his lips against hers before releasing his grip on her throat. As she turned to walk away, she playfully smacked her lips at him, making her way to the opposite side of the bed.

She nestled into the sheets, cocooning herself in the blanket as the bed dipped under Jey's weight when he joined her. He encircled her waist with his arms, drawing her nearer, enveloping her in the comforting warmth of his body.

She was restless, shifting from side to side in search of comfort until he broke the silence, asking, “Are you alright over there, angel?” She turned to him, her face lighting up with a reassuring smile as she nodded in response.

He sensed her unease in their current situation, so he gently released his hold around her waist and instead drew her closer to his chest, allowing her to feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

She gently rested his hand on his chest, taking in the intricate tribal tattoos that adorned his body, winding across his arms and back. What captivated her the most were the names of his children, beautifully inked into his skin.

“Is this comfortable for you?” He asked softly.

She gazed up at him, fully aware that nothing brought her more comfort than the sound of his heartbeat. It served as a calming balm for her, a fact he remained oblivious to, despite her openness about her emotions.

“It’s very comfortable for me.” Tamaya responded with a yawn, settling in more snugly against his chest.

Jey observed her as she slipped in and out of slumber, her eyelids fluttering gently as she surrendered to sleep. Meanwhile, he remained awake, captivated by the beauty that lay before him. Today, he had glimpsed her vulnerability, listening to the stories of her past and the struggles she endured with Tre, and it shattered him.

How could someone like Tre treat a girl like Tamaya in such a way? Jey couldn't fathom ever behaving that way towards her. To him, she was incredibly valuable and gentle, always keeping to herself to steer clear of any drama. With a beautiful face and a warm smile like hers, who wouldn't be drawn to her?

To him, she was like a breath of fresh air, filling the entire room with her presence every time she entered, captivating him even more.

A tear slipped from her eye, and as he noticed it, his gaze softened. Gently, he brushed it away with his thumb and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

Perhaps what she truly needed was a trustworthy companion who could love her the right way, rather than subjecting her to endless turmoil.

Perhaps all she truly required was someone to bring her joy, and he was that person. Whenever he was near, a smile would light up her face.

Perhaps he could dismantle the barriers she has constructed to shield herself from the pain of another heartbreak.

So she didn’t have to feel scared anymore.

He didn’t want her to feel scared around him.

He wanted her to be more open and he was the person to get her there too.

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itstrevon: so you did go to the cookout after I told you not to? you’re so fucking stubborn 😒

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itstrevon: @ uceyjucey nigga who tf is you? I hope you ain’t her new nigga because I’ll fuck you up

uceyjucey: @ itstrevon if I am yo’ ass ain’t finna do shit stupid bitch

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a/n: will Jey be able to break down Tamaya’s walls that she has been building up or will Tre get in her head again?

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below ⬇️

STAY UCEY.

[entertainmentgirl80]

Cowboy's Christmas 🎄🤠

Warnings: Little bit angst, and the rest of it just FLUFF.

It's Christmas time in Atlanta, and you know it, that means? Shopping, & decorating, so while you in the mall with your husband, holding hands while walking around, doing window shopping, then all of sudden your stomach feel little queasy because you don't know if you ate something bad or something else, he look at you with concern look on his features that something is wrong. So y'all two went to find some seats to sit down and before you sit, you run straight to the bathroom, throwing up, afterwards, washed your hands, and got some food (something light, not too heavy), got some ginger ale, then y'all back went home....

"Hey, sweetheart?" Tyler driving behind the wheel.

"Hmm, what up, baby?"

"Are you okay so far?" He wants to know.

"Yeah, it's just probably something bad I'm ate, but I be fine." She drinking some ginger ale.

The following next day, you woke up from your side of bed, and you reach out to see if your husband still in the bed next to you, with nowhere sigh, meaning he probably with his crew. So after you stretched out, and wash up. You went downstairs, walked towards into the kitchen, getting something to drink then all of sudden a door open, and it's was Tyler and he brought some food from Chick Fil A, so as the lovely wife that you being are, you walk towards him, give him a kiss, then he kisses you back.

"Good morning, darlin', how you feeling today?" He put the food down on the table.

"Morning cowboy"

"I'm a little better from yesterday. Sorry, our mall walking date has to cut short, though." You shrugged.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to apologize. Stuff happens, you know? He comforts you.

During the day, after y'all has some breakfast, the two of you already starting to put up the tree, decorate with some cute Christmas ornaments, and did some touch up on lights, but while you enjoying quality time with Ty, you can't help this feeling that you might be pregnant after you threw up once again for the second time, and so you tell him that can he go to the store to get two pregnancy tests to make sure if it's real or a fake out.....

"Hey darlin, I'm home, and I'm got you the tests and some ginger ale too in case also." He has a bag with the stuff in his hand.

"Thank you baby, I'm appreciated it, look what if I'm not gonna be a good mom?, it's just that I'm know you busy with your Tornado content on YouTube and I'm been working lot just to make sure we straight, and I just scared that all T." You said with a lace of nervousness in your voice.

"Babe, don't worry, we gonna get through it, I'm always here for you no matter what." He holds your hands and kisses you on the forehead.

Afterward, you do your business on both of the pregnancy tests in the bathroom. You put on the timer, and you wait till after its rings. While you & Ty sitting waiting for the timer to go off, he put his hand on your thigh and he look at you with those sweet green eyes of his and understand that you is scared, while you in meanwhile, you have many thoughts swim in your mind because you never know what the future may holds between you and T.

*rings rings rings* The timer rungs

"Okay, you ready?" You said in nervousness.

"Yeah," He said.

"On three: 1, 2, and 3" you filp both the tests, and shockingly, "Oh my goodness," those two lines cross, meaning that you are having a baby.

"What is it?" He worried

"I'm pregnant," you surprised but nervous at the same time.

"You serious, babe?" He said to you.

"Yes," you said in a mumble manner.

"Oh my god, I'm about to be a father!" He said in an excitement manner, expressing that you thought he was gonna get upset that going to mess up being with his crew, especially going to chase tornadoes that have always been his thing before the two of y'all even met.

"Sooo, you not mad about me getting pregnant?" You asked.

"Mad?, darlin', you know I will never be mad at you, I'm just can't believe that we gonna be parents." He said with a lace of love & curious.

"Well, at least we have an early christmas gift for us." You smile at him.

"Yeah, well, but this may sound little cheesy, but there no Christmas without you, and thank you for loving me and being patient with me, even though like I said: you put up with my bullshit since the day we met and I'm always be grateful forever, I love you baby. His words to you make your heart melt even more the way he spoke to you in a confessing manner.

"Awwww, babe, I'm love you so so so much. Thank you for being my ride or die & soul mate as well." You kiss him on the lips.

So, as the two of y'all have y'all little sweet moments with each other, you are starting to get hungry, so as the sweet husband that Tyler is, he orders a BBQ pizza, which is your favorite, after y'all dig in with while sitting on the couch and looking at a movie you just put on and have a nice quality time with each other cuddling.

A/N: Okay, y'all, sorry I'm taking my sweet time doing this Holiday one-shot story, but I'm wanna make it sure doing the best I can, so here the story, and I'm hope y'all like it. 👍🏾😌😅

[raya-hunter01]

Can you do a jey uso imagine where you both see who can last the longest without sex plz 🫠?

Seven Days Without Sex...

One Shot!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Mia)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, masturbation

Summary: Main Event Jey Uso’s words on Gentlemen’s Podcast has him in hot water with his girlfriend. The rules of engagement are laid out as Mia and Jey have a battle of the wills. Can they make it seven days without sex!

Who will give in first, or will they make it seven days without sex. Hope you enjoy your request @mya2real 

Jey’s House

Atlanta, GA

Mia’s POV

“So what you sayin’ is you can go seven days no problem without sex,” I said as Jey shrugged his shoulders.

“Hell yea, I can do it easily,” he said as I scoffed at his attitude. “Really, Mr. I’m sending the jet to get you because I can’t spend another night not being inside you,” I mocked as he groaned.

“Fuck, it was true, I couldn’t wait to see yo’ fine ass.  Why you bringing up old shit?” he asked as I rolled my eyes. “Jey, it ain’t old shit, it was yesterday!” I said irritated as he laughed.

“Damn sho was, wasn’t it?” he replied as I got up and put on my robe.” I’m going to take a shower,” I huffed as he growled.

“I know you ain’t mad Mia, I didn’t hear yo’ ass complaining yesterday. You packed your shit wit a quickness and got yo’ fine ass on the Jet,” Jey said following me into the bathroom.

“I ain’t mad about that shit, because yo’ ass has caught many red-eye flights before you owned the jet. Don't even get me started on the all-night drives you used to make just to be up in this pussy for a couple minutes or a couple hours,” I said making it known he was just as whipped as me.

 “Babe, I never said that I didn’t, you know how we get down. I love that about us,” Jey started as I interrupted him.

“Don’t play wit me Jey, we crave each other. Stop fakin’ the funk like it’s one-sided to stroke your ego when you are doing interviews,” I said turning on the water.

“Look, I didn’t mean it like that, I don’t even remember what I said on that podcast. It’s a men’s deal where they discuss random shit and sex came up. I really don’t even remember what I said that could have made you mad,” Jey said as I frowned at him.

I began mocking Jey response to the host to refresh his memory.

“I know if me and my girl did the seven days without sex challenge I would win because she can’t resist me. I can make the call no matter where I am in the world, and she will get her ass on my personal jet and come handle business. She loves how I dick her down, end quote,” I said making quotations with my fingers as he sighed in frustration.

“What’s wrong wit what I said?  It’s true, men would kill for that shit and I can’t help but feel lucky, that you down for ya boy dat way,” he said as I threw up my hands it frustration, he wasn’t understanding.

“I actually ain’t mad about that, what irritates me is how you only told one side of the story and didn’t disclose how you do the same for me.

“Mia, I thought that it explained itself, I didn’t mean no harm baby,” Jey said as I saw him smirking.

"I’m not mad, I just think it would be fun for us to do the seven-day challenge to actually see who cracks first,” I said as his smirk finally left his face.  

“Uh, I don’t know about that. Come on Mia, we got a week before you go home. Do we really want to play this game for seven days,” Jey said as it was my time to smirk.

“Oh, I wanna play, I really think it would do us good to see who can last the longest without sex,” I said as I heard him grumble.

“Fuck, you are really serious?” Jey asked as I smiled at him. “What are the rules of engagement?” he asked as I smiled at his uneasiness.

 I can tell this was going to be fun teasing him these next couple of days to lose control.

“It’s easy, no sex, no oral, no kissing, but masturbation is allowed,” I said shrugging my shoulders as I saw Jey’s arm twitch.

“So, I can’t even kiss you, come on, that ain’t fair. You know it’s somethin’ bout dem kisses,” Jey said as I slowly walked up to him dropping my robe as he groaned.

“You are so evil, but I love yo’ ass,” he whispered as I smiled slightly biting my lip.  

“You could end all this baby, all you got do is take me,” I whispered seeing him lick his lips as I slowly turned and walked into the shower.

Yea, let the games begin.

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Survivor Series,

Allstate Arena, Chicago, IL

Day one

Early this morning we flew out for Survivor Series but thankfully Jey's bus was delivered to the building today so we wouldn't have to fly back.

I love how he is investing his money to take some one stress off of himself.

The other good news is after tonight we’re going back to Jey’s house in Atlanta. Raw is scheduled to take place in Atlanta so we will have three days of alone time and l I can’t wait.

 I have to put this plan into action quick because I go back to Pensacola in six days. There is no way I’m leaving here without being properly dicked down correctly, especially knowing they are about to do a UK tour.

Looking over this fly outfit Sandra put together for me is definitely going to assist me in teasing my boyfriend. Hell, he may cave tonight, one can hope right.

"So how did I do?" Sandra asked as I smiled brightly at her.

“You did the damn thang! Thank you, Sandra, I love it!” I exclaimed hugging WWE’s most amazing seamstress. She had made me a camo skirt to match Jey’s tights and cut up one of his new shirts for me.

“I know Jey is going to love you in this,” she said as I went into her little changing area to try on my skirt.

Looking in the mirror I found myself smiling. I knew he would love it as much as I did.

“Does the skirt need to be made longer?” she asked as I looked down at my exposed thick thighs Jey loved so much.

“No, it’s good, I really like it. Now ask me if I’m bending over with wild abandon tonight?” I said as she sighed.

 “Mia, are you planning to bend over with wild abandon tonight?” she asked as I smiled.

 “In the crowd no…Now on the bus tonight, I hope so,” I laughed as her jaw dropped in shock.

“Oh my god, ya’ll two are something else,” she said as I finished getting dressed.

"Let me make sure you good," she said as I came out to let her inspect her work as Jimmy came up with his jacket.

"Aye, how you doin’ Sandra, do you think you got time to fix this rip?" he asked as she glanced at him. "Yea, I got you, Jimmy, she said smoothing my skirt down.

“Damn Mia, you trying to give brother a heart attack ain’t you? I heard about the bet,” he said leaning over and giving me a hug.

“I’m even matching Jey down to the shoes,” I said proud of myself. “She’s looking for trouble is what she’s doin'. She knows teasing that man ain't gon' end good,” Sandra said as I smiled.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, I promise,” I said as Jimmy smirked at me shaking his head.

“You know he ain’t letting you in the crowd like that without someone out there with you,” Jimmy said as I rolled my eyes.

“I’m gon’ watch in the crowd with Truth so I’ll be safe,” I said giving him a hug.

“By the way my money is on you, so you better win,” Jimmy whispered as I laughed before walking away.

“Bye Jimmy, and thanks for everything Sandra,” I said as Jimmy waved and gave his jacket to Sandra as she searched for her needle and thread.

“Enjoy the show, I’ll hit you up later,” she said as I continued my journey to Jey’s locker room.

Jey’s POV

“I should have kept my damn mouth shut and not said a word. Now I done got myself in some shit,” I muttered to myself as I laid back on the couch closing my eyes, trying to relax my mind. 

Last night was torture as I laid beside Mia and couldn’t dick her down. That was the point of flying her out so I could spend as much time as I could knee-deep up in dat pussy before this upcoming U.K. tour.

Hearing the door open, I knew it was her but kept my eyes closed as she shuffled around the room.

“Babe, you could have at least picked your stuff up off the floor,” she said as I opened my eyes, my breath hitched in my throat.

 In front of me, Mia was bent over and all I saw was ass, and those sexy plush lips I love to make love to with my mouth covered in blue lace.

She knows blue is one of my favorite colors to see on her and it's a lacy thong...Oh yea, she playin' dirty.

“Damn Mia,” I hissed, sitting up and grabbing her hips. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked casually like her pussy wasn’t drippin’ wet in my face begging me to reach out and claim it.

I fought to maintain control and remember the bet.

 “You fuckin’ know what’s wrong wit me,” I hissed swiftly moving her out of the way.

“What’s wrong Josh,” she said dramatically turning around and looking at me as my dick strained painfully against my tights.

Fuck, I needed relief and quick as she looked at me innocently.

 “Damn, that’s all it took baby?” she whispered as I licked my lips seeing her whole outfit for the show tonight.

 “You know that’s all it takes when it’s you,” I moaned, tempted to touch her as she adjusted her shirt.

“I wanted to surprise you, we’re matching baby,” she said as I grabbed the bottom of her shit pulling her to me. The gasp that fell from her lips as our bodies touched made my dick jump in anticipation.

“I see and I love it, you look so sexy,” I praised as she moaned. “How much do you like it?” She asked caressing my face as I caressed her hips innocently, our lips almost touching as I teasingly changed course, burying my face in her neck and inhaling her intoxicating scent.

“What are you doin' Jey?” she asked as her body trembled against mine as I teased her.

Mia’s POV

Fuck, he knew how sensitive I was to his touch, and he thrived on it. The minute he pulled me to him, I wanted to fuck his brains out.  

“I bet you wet as fuck and I ain’t even touched you yet, but I got you, baby. I can calm dat ache you feelin’ Mia," he declared as I tried to calm my breathing.  “You can baby?” I questioned as he nodded.

“Yea, I can baby, and all you gotta do is give in to me,” he whispered against my ear as I shivered against him in anticipation.

I couldn't help but Imagine how good it would feel to give in to him and let him take me. Stay strong Mia, don’t give in.

I continued to struggle to catch my breath as I felt his dick pressed against me, begging to be touched.

“Just touch me, Mia,” he whispered, his words snapping me out of the spell he had me under.

 Nah, you ain’t getting me today, this is war, Mr. Fatu.

 “I can touch you baby, but you need to say I win,” I said as I innocently removed his hand from my waist and slid up against him as he hissed.

 “Shit, you playin' dirty rubbin' all up on me, knowin' I need some help” Jey whispered pointing to his huge bulging erection as I smirked at him.

“I ain’t did nothing, baby,” I said walking away to take a seat on the other couch acting unbothered, but inside I was screaming. The whole interaction was so innocent but so fucking hot at the same time.

“Damn, I need to take a cold shower and calm down,” I heard him mutter as I smirked. “Daddy you ain’t gotta calm down, you can come lose control all in this pussy. She misses you so much,” I purred spreading my legs wide, my blue lace thong on display as Jey growled readjusting himself in his pants.

“I promise you when this is over, I’ma demolish dat pussy and yo’ ass ain’t gone be able to walk for a week. I’ma fuck dat pussy so good it’s gon’ cream every single time you think about me,” Jey declared as I shivered at the thought.

“Damn, I can’t wait,” I whispered blowing him a kiss as he stalked into the bathroom as I laughed.

“First rule of war, never underestimate your opponent, Mr. Fatu,” I muttered.

Yea, it won’t be long, by day three it’s a wrap.

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Jey’s House

Atlanta, GA

Mia’s POV

Day Two

Day two and I'm losing it, I almost jumped him in the shower this morning. Opening the refrigerator door I sighed. Bless his heart, he is rarely home and his fridge shows it, practically bare.

Heading back upstairs I knew I had to wake him and I hated it because he really needed his rest.

“Jey, we need to get some groceries, I’m hungry and it’s lunchtime babe,” I said walking into the bedroom, a strangled moan escaped my lips as I saw Jey sprawled out on the bed naked with a smile.

It’s a trap Mia, abort mission! Do you hear me, girl?  Abort mission, just say no to the dick.

“Baby, we ain’t gotta go shoppin’ right now. Daddy got yo’ lunch right here,” Jey moaned slowly stoking his dick as I felt my thighs clench.

“Oh, you motherfucka,” I whispered, his eyes never leaving mine.

“What, I was just up here waiting on you to come get yo’ lunch,” Jey groaned never stopping his strokes.

 “I think you trying to trick me,” I countered walking slowly towards him, watching him in wonder as my pussy was getting wetter by the second.

“I ain’t tryin’ to trick you. You can do what you want wit me, I’m yours to use Mia,” Jey moaned as I bite my lip, his knowing smirk rendering me speechless. He was playing dirty, and I loved it.

  “I think you want to sit on Daddy’s dick and ride him real good, don’t you? Come on Mia, Daddy won’t bite, I promise,” he whispered, his strokes deliberate.

Slowly I crawled to him, his hand movements and moans were becoming more urgent, as our eyes remained focused on each other.

“Does it feel good baby?” I purred knowing exactly what I was doing and so did he. This was a battle of the wills and we both were losing.

“Hell yea, but it could feel even better, but you playin’. You know you want dis dick,” Jey whispered against my ear as I felt myself about to explode just from his words as I clenched my thighs tight.

Don’t give in Mia, stay strong you got a point to prove.

“Just hop on Mia and ride Daddy like the good girl you are,” he groaned as I bit back a moan.

“That’s what you want me to do Daddy?” I purred as our eyes met again. “Hell yea, just ride dat shit like only you can,” he moaned as I placed my hand over his, helping him, knowing he was close to his end.

“Mmhm, fuck yea, help me out,” he panted, his eyes now closed in pleasure.

 In a last-ditch effort, I decided to shoot my shot to end this game.  “Mmm, give in Jey…Please Daddy,” I moaned against his ear, as an animalistic growl fell from his lips.

Quickly I found myself on my back as Jey kneeled between my legs, rubbing his dick against my clit. The sensation was so strong I almost came from the excitement.

"Jey, please, just give in'" I whimpered wanting him to sink inside me as far as he could.

“Mmhm,you feel dat shit don't you? It’s all for you, just say I win, and I’ll make you nut so good, I promise,” Jey moaned as I whimpered in need.

“You know what you need to do then? Just tell me that I win and just slide right in baby. She’s so wet and misses you,” I groaned feeling him close to his breaking point.

“Fuck! Mmm, not yet…Unless you givin’ in,” he taunted, continuing his torture of us both. My body was betraying my mind as he took pleasure in my sweet torture as his dick masterfully played with my clit.

“You gon’ give in to me Mia, one way or another, now cum, Jey groaned as I fell apart underneath him.

“Yea, dats it, this my pussy and don’t you forget it. I love how she cum when Daddy tell her too,” he declared as he joined me on the trip of absolute pleasure.

“This is not fair Josh; just quit,” I whimpered still feeling the ripples of my orgasm as Jey smirked at me.

“Damn, that was a first for us. That shit was hot as hell, I’m having fun now,” Jey said winking at me as he walked into the bathroom.

Damn, he’s good," I muttered relaxing on the bed. Lord, it’s only day two. Mia, you can do this, hang on in there.

Rule number two in war.. Never….Ever.. Underestimate your opponent.

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Jey’s House

Atlanta, GA

Jey’s POV

Day Three

Day three and I’m horny, paranoid, and hearing Mia moans in my damn sleep. The sexiest moan ever known to man, I swear this game is bout to be over. I can’t take much more of this shit.

 I felt Mia moving beside me as the bed slightly rocked “Jey, you feel so good” I heard her moan, my eyes snapped open as I turned to look at her.

It wasn’t a dream, it was cruel and unusual punishment up in this motherfucka as I watched her perfect body writhing beside me as she chased her orgasm.

Mia was blissfully unaware that I was awake, her eyes closed as she pleasured herself.

Hearing a slight buzzing noise, I realized she was using her rose, I had surprised her with it when she got here the other day and we hadn't had a chance to use it.  

“Mmm, baby right there,” Mia moaned as I growled beside her as she opened her eyes, looking shyly at me as I caressed her face.

 “Yeaa, it feels good don’t it?” I moaned as she nodded unable to speak. “Good, don’t you fuckin’ stop either, keep goin’. You gon’ soak this fuckin’ bed do you hear me?” I declared as she whimpered beside me.  

“Yea, Daddy’s up now, and he wants to watch. You so beautiful,” I whispered as she gasped in pleasure.

“Yes, Daddy, anything you want,” she moaned, moving her hips against her toy as it took her to new heights.

I could hear the wetness, licking my lips I knew I was moments away from losing it. I knew the question I wanted to ask would be my breaking point, but I had to know.

“Mia, is that toy makin’ my pussy cum as good as I can?” I whispered honestly curious.

“Mmm, It’s close, but nothing like you!” she exclaimed as the sounds on the little rose-shaped toy intensified. She had turned up the speed, fuck, that's it, game over.

 I had to have her as I saw her hand trembling trying to hold the toy in place. Crawling between her legs, I moved her hand and took control.

“Jey! Wait, oh my God, baby!” She screamed as I held it over her clit, excited to witness what was about to happen.

“Yeaaa, Jey's here now baby, enjoy yo’self. You deserve it,” I praised as I watched in pleasure how her body was responding.

The sounds of the toy drowning in her wetness clouded not only my thoughts but my vision.

 leaning down, I claimed her lips in a kiss catching her off guard as she gasped in pleasure. “You win baby,” I whispered as she moaned against my lips in satisfaction as I slid into my home.

That was what she was to me, home. “We both win baby,” she gasped. "Damn right, we do,” I declared as she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, drawing me closer to her.

Pressed tightly against her, I began to thrust long and deep with one hand still masterfully placed on the rose, as her body trembled with need as I reclaimed her.

Mia’s POV

I have never felt more on edge, and alive in this moment as I began grinding my hips against Jey and the rose, feeling a huge release approaching.

“I got you, Mia, let it go. Let it all go for Daddy,” Jey encouraged as he began sucking greedily on my neck. His thrusts going deeper and harder each time, setting my body on fire.

“Jey! I…I.. Fuck! I love you!” I exclaimed as my orgasm took over “I love you too, yea,dats it, Mia. Gush all on dat dick. Fuck you feel so good,” Jey moaned biting my neck as I continued to fall apart in his arms.

“It’s just for you,” I whimpered as he grasped my neck, snaking his tongue around my lips before taking me in a possessive kiss.

The rose long forgotten as he tossed it off the bed, his long deep strokes sending me into another orgasm.

“Fuck! You are such a good girl, damn.  Just squirtin' for Daddy and he didn't even have to ask you too,” Jey praised as my essence soaked the sheets. 

His grip slightly tightening around my neck as his thrusts become even more powerful. “Baby! Mmhm baby!" I shrieked as he smirked against my lips.

 I felt him become even harder as his thrusts became more wild.

“Yea, you feel dat shit don’t you?.. Uh-huh, you got my shit all rocked up and hard as fuck. Now make me cum Mia,” Jey challenged as he skillfully rolled us over with me now on top.

Oh! Fuck! Yes!,” I exclaimed at the new position and angle as I began riding his dick hard.

Happy about the new mission he gave me, I planted my feet on the bed and put my good knees to work as I rode his dick my hands planted on his stomach for leverage.

“Damn, you got them good knees, fuck! You betta do dat shit,” Jey praised as my pussy clenched around him as I bounced with wild abandon enjoying the powerful ride myself.

Jey’s growls and moans made me feel like the most powerful woman in the world.

“Shit, you ridin’ dat dick, Yea, show me how you love dat shit,” Jey said slapping me on the ass now meeting my thrusts.

Leaning over, now on my knees riding him, I grasped his neck gently kissing him before moving my kisses to his neck.

A powerful moan escaped his lips as I felt his arms pulling me close.

“Cum for me, Daddy,” I whispered nibbling on his ear as Jey moaned grabbing my face as our passion-filled eyes met.

Our pleasure reached even newer heights as we breathed and moved in sync. “I love you, Mia," he declared, reclaiming my lips as we both came together in ecstasy.

I love you too Jey,” I whimpered against his mouth as we rode the wave together, totally spent as I collapsed beside him in exhaustion as he held me close.

“Damn, you won girl,” he said as I laughed. “Nah, we both won,” I reassured him as I kissed him. “These last three days been torture,” he sighed as I nodded in agreement.  

“You gotta admit it was kinda fun,” I said as he laughed “Yea, it was, but you play dirty,” Jey said as I rolled my eyes at him. “So do you, so we’re even,” I said as we shared a chaste kiss on the lips.

“What’s wrong with you? I asked almost anxious to know what devious plan was cooking in his head as I saw the smirk on his face.

“Just know when we get this nap in I got some unfinished business to handle,” he said caressing my pussy as I gasped in pleasure. “Jey, seriously you play too much,” I whined as he smirked.

"Oh, yea, I ain't forgot, I’ma demolish dat pussy and yo’ ass ain’t gone be able to walk for a week so get ready,” Jey declared as I gulped.

He was gon’ make it hurt so good and I can’t wait.

The end

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Franklin Saint x Black!OC

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - A new couple moves into the neighborhood, drawing the curiosity of a longtime resident. What starts as a simple introduction carries undercurrents of tension, unspoken intentions, and a hint of something more beneath the surface. 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - slight age gap, tension, few curse words,

𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 - Those recent pictures of Damson just did something to me, I had to do something about it. Maybe I can fill the void this fine man has on this app with my slightly filtered nonsense that some people tend to like.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 3,606

★𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒

The moving truck pulled up just past noon, its heavy tires crunching against the pavement as it slowed in front of the empty house next door. The sun hung high in the Atlanta sky, drenching the neighborhood in heat, and making the air thick and slow. A young woman sat on the porch swing, one leg tucked under the other, a half-read book resting open on her lap as she slowly rocked. In truth, her eyes had barely skimmed a full sentence since the first black Benz pulled in behind the truck, its windows dark, the body sleek and polished.

She wasn’t much for neighborhood gossip, but new faces on this side of town were a bit rare—especially ones that rolled up in expensive cars.

New neighbors weren’t unheard of, but folks around here tended to stay put. The house next door had been empty for months, so whoever was moving in had money—enough to buy a place outright or at least make a deal before it ever hit the market. And if the car wasn’t proof enough, the man stepping out of the driver’s seat sealed it.

She looked to her left and watched as the driver’s side door opened, and out stepped a man. Tall. Brown-skinned. Neatly lined-up hair. Sharp, even from a distance. He was dressed in a simple white tee and dark jeans, a thin gold chain peeking from his collar. He had the kind of presence that made people look twice—not loud or flashy, but controlled like he knew exactly where he stood in the world. He moved with an ease that didn’t quite match the setting—like a man used to watching his surroundings without looking like he was watching.

Kimora flipped the page in her book without reading a single word.

Then, the passenger door opened. Another figure stepped out. A woman this time.

She was tall, statuesque, dressed in a fitted cream blazer and matching slacks, the kind of outfit too crisp for a move-in day. She had sleek dark hair, sharp features, and a presence that felt… expensive. The way she slid on her sunglasses before surveying the neighborhood said she was used to places nicer than this.

A couple. The observant young woman thought.

As if to confirm it, the woman reached for the man’s hand, slipping hers against his palm like it was second nature. He let her, but something about the movement felt… practiced. A habit more than a desire.

From inside the house, the screen door creaked open. “Well look at that. The mysterious new neighbors. Are finally here.” The familiar voice of her older brother chimed in before he hummed.

“Yup.” The young woman on the porch swing hummed, not taking her eyes off the couple as the man began carrying boxes into the home while the woman trailed behind him in all her chic glory.

“That was fast,” Mason said, leaning against the door, glancing around his neighborhood that stepped into the afternoon. He was fresh off work, still in his uniform, arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah, and it’s barely been three months since the Nantucket’s moved away. I don’t even think the house hit the market yet.” The girl said, glancing over at the man in the door before her eyes minced back to glancing between her book and the new couple. “But they were able to do renovations and all.” She hummed.

Mason looked down at the back of the girl's head, an amused smile on his face. “Kimora, you are so nosy. How do you even know that?” He asked.

Kimora snapped her head over to him, her stare hard. “I am not nosy!” She said. “Lexie and I were just checking the papers and none there was t a listing for it anywhere.” She explained with a small shrug. “And the websites aren’t always accurate.” She said before turning back to focus on her “book”.

Mason blinked at the back of her head. “So you and Lexie are both nosy as hell.” He reiterated. Kimora only smacked her lips, throwing a glare his way before looking back over at her new neighbors. It was something for a moment then, the pair subtly watching as only the man moved between the truck and the home with box after box.

“So are we just gonna watch?” Mason questioned, his voice trailing off in confusion. Kimora cut her eyes to him, becoming irritated with the man’s presence. “Are you gonna go help or something? Some you move boxes for a living and all. Because can’t you see I’m trying to read here?” She questioned, gesturing to her book. Mason just scoffed. “No, you are not, you’re being nosy and watching the people move in.” He said.

“Yeah, reading,” Kimora stated, glancing between the pages of her book and the move-in truck.

“Mmhm. Mama’s gon’ send you over there anyway. You know she don’t like folks moving in without a proper welcome.”

Kimora sighed, snapping her book shut. As irritating as he was, he wasn’t wrong, about her being nosy and the welcoming she knew she was going to do. Their mother, a firm believer in good Southern hospitality, had already been in the kitchen before they pulled up. And it took her no time to pull together a welcome basket like they lived in some Hallmark movie.

“Fine.” She said, standing. “But if he’s a weird creep, I’m blaming y’all.”

Mason laughed, stepping aside as she disappeared into the house.

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About 45 minutes later, Kimora found herself standing in front of the new neighbor’s door, balancing a basket that held some slices of lemon poundcake, peach preserves, a few different scent candles, a few chocolates, a nice bottle of wine, and some fresh jars of lemonade. She had walked to the place by cutting through their yard while hoping she didn’t look suspicious and no one had seen her. Even though she was trying to be neighborly, she wasn’t about to walk down her pathway and up his just to leave a basket.

The house was nice—a little far from modest but no mega mansion. It was like the rest of the neighborhoods but with a few clear upgrades. The porch had already been redone, the windows spotless. Even the grass had been trimmed like he’d had someone tending to it before he even moved in. Something he probably missed after those long days on campus.

She raised a hand to knock, but before she could, the door opened.

The man from earlier filled the doorway, his frame casting a shadow against the light spilling from inside. Up close, he was even sharper than she expected—neatly shaped-up hair, deep brown eyes, and moisturized skin that left his even tone a rich color in the waning sun.

Kimora straightened at the unexpected appearance, though it looked like he was heading back out to the truck to grab more boxes. “Uh, hi. I’m Kimora.” He said. “Cunningham. I live right next door.” She smiled as she gestured over to the home to her left. She then lifted the basket in her right hand slightly. “My mama sent this over as a welcome to the neighborhood. Wanted you all to have this.” She explained, trying not to get distracted and stutter under the man's intense gaze and his patchouli scent.

Franklin’s gaze flickered to the basket before settling back on her, and then—smooth as ever—he smiled.

“How nice.” He said, voice slow and deep, with the kind of warmth that made it easy to forget he was a stranger. He stepped back, opening the door a little wider. “Uh, come on in.” He said, gesturing to her inside.

Kimora hesitated with a quick blink. Her Mama always said not to go stepping into a man’s house alone, she knew better. But it wasn’t like she was some kid anymore. And the man didn’t give an off-putting vibe in any way.

So, she stepped inside. The air was noticeably cooler than the thick Georgia heat outside. The house smelled new—not like fresh paint or sawdust, but like it had been scrubbed down from top to bottom before anyone stepped foot inside and then prayed some freshener to make it feel more homey. Everything about the place was pristine, from the dark hardwood floors and the white walls to the dark leather furniture and the floor-length curtains framing the wide windows.

If she didn’t want to seem rude, she probably would’ve whistled at the sight.

Franklin shut the door behind her, the quiet click pulling her attention back to him.

“You said your name was Kimora, right?” His voice was smooth, even, but there was something about the way he said it. And the look he gave her—the slight squint of his eyes like he was turning it over in his head, measuring it.

She nodded, shifting the basket in her arms. “Yeah, I live right next door.” She relayed for some reason as she gave him a polite smile. She tried her best to hide the slight self-consciousness she felt now that she was in his home, standing in nothing but a pair of denim shorts, her red converse, and a Spelman sweatshirt. She knew she should’ve listened to her mother and changed.

“Franklin.” He said, mating her polite grin as he held out his hand. She went to shake his with her free hand before he suddenly remembered the weight she was carrying as his eye caught the basket in her hands. “Oh, let me take that.” He said with a small laugh, taking the basket from her hands, the tips of his fingers brushing her’s in their traction. Once he held the offerings, he nodded his head into another room. “Follow me.” He said before he turned on his heel and led them to the kitchen.

Kimora followed after him, her hands moving to clasp themselves behind her back. A dining area was next to the foyer, and she watched as she placed the basket on the wooden table before he turned back to face her. “Sorry about that.” He lightly laughed, which he assumed was to brush off the potentially awkward situation, before holding out his hand again. “As I was saying, Franklin Saint.”

“Kimora Cunningham.” She repeated as she placed her hand in his, his long fingers encompassing hers. Kimora felt the warmth of his palm against hers, his grip firm but not overpowering. The contact lingered just a second longer than necessary, but she wasn’t sure if she imagined it or if he simply wasn’t in a rush to let go.

“Nice to meet you, Kimora,” Franklin said, his voice slow and smooth, like molasses in the summer heat.

She nodded, retracting her hand and slipping it into the pocket of her shorts, feeling suddenly aware of herself—her posture, her presence in his home, the fact that she had no real reason to stay past the drop-off.

Franklin, on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease. He glanced down at the basket, running a finger along the rim before flicking his eyes back to her. “Your mama put all this together?”

“Yeah,” Kimora said, clearing her throat lightly. “She’s real big on welcoming folks to the neighborhood and honestly, just being nice. Says it’s only right to start off on a good note.”

Franklin smiled, tilting his head slightly. “Sounds like a good woman.”

“She is.” Kimora shifted her weight, glancing at the basket before looking back at him. “She’ll probably be by herself at some point. She likes to make sure new people feel at home. Might even offer you to have dinner with us, she likes getting to the pick before anyone else can.” The girl shrugged. “So, fair warning.” She said with a small grin.

“Well, I’ll be ready for her,” Franklin said with a small chuckle, his arms folding across his chest as he leaned against the edge of the table. His chain caught the light, just barely visible against his collarbone.

Kimora nodded, rocking on her heels. Silence settled between them—not uncomfortable, but thick enough that she could feel it. Franklin seemed to be studying her, and despite herself, she held his gaze for only a few seconds.

She then looked away, glancing around the peers of his home that she could see. “This is a beautiful home you have here.” She said before her eyes made their way back to his. “You did the upgrades yourself or had an expert opinion?” She questioned with a small tilting of her head. Franklin blinked before tilting his head at her in question. “How do you know it was renovated?” He asked.

“I’ve lived next door my entire life. I’ve seen eight families in my twenty-two years of living and last month was my first time seeing contractors on that porch out there.“ She explained, moving to cross her arms.

Franklin hummed, nodding at the information she was giving him as he looked at her. “Well, if you count that expert opinion being the future Mrs. then yes to both of those questions.” He said.

Kimora nodded at that, remembering the beautiful woman she had t seen since they pulled in. “You said you’ve been living here your entire life?” He asked before a silence could occur.

“All my life.” She answered. “Born and raised.”

He hummed like that piece of information meant something to him. “Good neighborhood?”

She shrugged. “I’d say so. It’s changing a little, though. I see a lot more white folks than I used to. Market’s shifting, you know?”

Franklin nodded like he understood more than he let on. “Yeah. I’ve been noticing that in a lot of places.”

Kimora tilted her head. “You from around here?” She asked.

Franklin paused for just a second before answering, “Nah. I'm from LA.” He responded. Kimora’s eyes widened a bit at that, though that seemed to explain a lot—the way he carried himself, the quiet confidence, the kind of awareness that wasn’t from just anywhere.

“Wow, long way from home. What made you pick Atlanta?” She asked. And Franklin gave her a small, knowing smirk. “Business.” That was all he said.

Kimora’s eyebrow twitched in question but she didn’t push.

“Anyway.” He said, pushing off the table. “I appreciate this, really. You didn’t have to come all the way over here.”

Kimora smirked. “Technically, I just cut through the yard.” She admitted. “I’d rather I tell you than you find out from security cameras or something, especially since I know you got your grass cut yesterday and everything.” She explained with an awkward grin.

Franklin chuckled, shaking his head. “Even still. It’s real neighborly of you.”

Kimora hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah, well… we look out for our own around here.” She stated.

Franklin’s eyes lingered on her for a moment, something unreadable behind them. Then, he smiled again, slower this time. “Good to know.”He nodded as his eyes held her. Deep brown and like the warm earth after rain, and they made her feel like he was seeing more than she was saying.

“Well, isn’t this sweet?” A voice chimed in from behind them. Kimora turned to see the woman from earlier—Franklin’s fiancée.

She was coming through the doorway, arms crossed, and a small, unreadable smile on her face. Up close, she was even more striking, with high cheekbones, sharp white nails, and a kind of effortless confidence that made it clear she was used to being the most put-together woman in the room. “Lucia.” She said as she held out her hand, and that’s when Kimora just took notice of the slight accent the woman had, something of a Spanish region.

“Kimora.” She said, placing her hand in Lucia’s ever-polished one that was decked out in dainty jewelry. Well besides the rock she had in her ring finger. She was suddenly feeling a little too aware of how she was dressed—nothing fancy compared to the woman before her. Her hair wasn’t even as stylish, her curls framing her like a lion's mane.

Lucia strode forward, heels clicking against the floor as she eyed the basket. “This is really thoughtful. You said your mother made this?” She questioned, and Kimora tried her best to hide it, but she knew she just caught the woman. Lucia wasn’t in the room when she said any of that, granted Kimora wasn’t sure where she was in the home and there’s no telling what she could’ve heard, but still. Why was she pretending she didn’t hear anything else but the detail of the basket?

Kimora simply let it roll off her shoulders, nodding her head. “Yeah, she makes things like this all the time.” She stated. “She believes in being neighborly.” She repeated.

Lucia hummed, that small smile still lingering as she positioned herself next to her fiancé. “How very Southern of her.” Her voice was smooth, tinged with something that sounded like curiosity. Or maybe amusement.

Something about the way she said it made Kimora straighten her shoulders. She wasn’t sure if Lucia was genuinely appreciative or if there was something else under that polished exterior. Either way, she wasn’t about to let some Manhattan-type woman make her feel small in her own neighborhood.

Kimora nodded again. Well,” She said, forcing herself to relax, “If y’all need anything, we’re just next door.”

Franklin, who had been quiet, finally spoke again. “We appreciate that.”

Something about the way he said it made Kimora glance at him. His voice was warm but measured like he was careful with every word. His eyes were on her, studying—not in a way that felt wrong, but in a way that made her wonder what exactly he was thinking.

Lucia, on the other hand, smoothly stepped closer to Franklin, resting a hand on his arm. “I’m sure with your help, we’ll settle in just fine.” She smiled.

Kimora simply forced a polite smile. “Well, welcome to the neighborhood.” He said before beginning to turn around. Before she could make it far, Franklin spoke up.

“Oh, let me walk you to the door.” He said, and he rounded her fire in no time, stepping in front of her to get the door. Kimora followed him, stepping onto the porch and letting the warm air wrap around her again, a stark contrast to the coolness inside.

“Tell your mama I said thank you,” Franklin said, leaning against the doorway.

“I will.” She replied. And with that, she turned and walked away, feeling Franklin’s eyes on her until the door clicked shut behind her.

Lucia watched the door for a long moment after Kimora left, her expression unreadable. Then, with a small hum, she watched as Franklin turned around to face her. “Well.” She said, smoothing the front of her blouse, “She was nice.”

Franklin exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

Lucia hummed, stepping further into the room, her heels soft against the hardwood. “She asks a lot of questions.” She said with an arched brow, crossing her arms.

Franklin didn’t respond right away. Instead, he let his head tip back slightly, staring up at the ceiling before rolling his shoulders. He already knew where this was going.

“That’s not good for us, Saint.”

His jaw ticked slightly at the way she said his name. “Lucia.” He started, keeping his tone level, “She was just being neighborly. It’s the South. That’s what they do.” He stated, trying to keep calm with the woman.

Lucia stepped forward, her heels clicking against the hardwood. “We’re here to keep a low profile.” She hissed at him with narrowed eyes.

“No,” Franklin corrected, his voice even but firm, “We’re here to blend in. To look like a well-put-together couple. We have to talk to people, make connections, or else we look even more suspicious.” He stressed, tired of repeating the same thing over and over again to her since their decision to move here. Since everything.

But Lucia didn’t look convinced. Her lips were pressed together and her eyes sharp as she looked at him. “That girl next door is too curious. She barely knows you and was practically interrogating you in your own home. That’s not just ‘being neighborly,’ Franklin. That’s someone paying attention.”

Franklin’s smirk was slow, almost amused as he shook his head. “You’re being paranoid.” He said, walking closer to her and looking down at the woman. “You have got to stop thinking about what happened in Jersey.” He said softly, placing his large hands on either side of her arms as he gazed down at the woman.

Lucia’s jaw clenched. “Paranoia keeps people like us alive.”

He exhaled through his nose before lowering his voice. “Calm down. We just got here. They don’t know shit.”

Lucia tilted her head slightly, studying him. “People like that? They notice the details. If she’s watched this house long enough to know about the renovations, what else has she seen? What else will she see?” Lucia held his gaze for a moment before glancing toward the door again. “She’s observant.”

“I caught that,” Franklin murmured, his thoughts drifting back to Kimora, the way her eyes had scanned the house, the way she had held his gaze just long enough to make him notice.

Lucia studied him, then exhaled, adjusting the ring on her finger. “So? What’s the plan?”

Franklin’s eyes lingered on her for a beat before he let go of her, rolling his shoulders like he was shaking off a thought with his jaw flexing slightly.

“Let me handle it.”

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Who Are We to Fight the Alchemy? // Joe Keery

Word Count: 3.9K

Summary: Famous singer reader x Joe Keery

Tropes & Topics: Meet cute, slow burn, cursing, I don't think anything major?

It had been a long day and Joe couldn’t wait to be home. He was on the last leg of recording in New York and filming in Atlanta, feeling desperate for some time off. At the same time, though, he was happier than he’d been in months, having creative outlets for all he’d been through over the last year.

He waved goodbye to the techs before opening the door to rejoin the New York streets. He was taken aback, at first, by how bright it was out at dusk. Within seconds, he realized it was cameras flashing against the darkening sky and his confusion deepened as girls shrieking turned to dead quiet. 

“Oh, it's not Y/N, who even is that?” he heard a girl ask from the nearby barricade that must have been erected after he came in that morning. As he collected himself and made his way around the giant crowd, he heard her friend gasp and call, “Oh my god, it’s that guy from that Netflix show!” 

He shook his head laughing quietly as he turned the corner towards his apartment. It was a long walk but the quiet time after being in a studio all day did wonders. He pulled out his phone texting his friend and producer, Adam. 

Weird question, is Y/N L/N at Electric? 

Not sure but that would explain why they told me to go around back…

They were really hyped the door opened until they saw it was just me

Adam responded with a laugh reaction to his text and Joe slid his headphones on as any further thoughts of you dissipated. 

***

You knew better than to be at the studio this late. It was well past midnight and your producer had left hours ago, encouraging you to do the same, but here you sat. There was just something off about this song that you couldn’t quite nail down. Plus, it’s not like you had anyone or anything waiting for you at home. You pushed that particular thought from your head, standing to take a lap around the building to stretch your legs. 

Your bare feet padded along the carpeted floor as you pushed the door open only to hear a muffled oof from behind it.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” you questioned, jumping into the hallway and shutting the door so you could see who you’d hit. 

“Yeah, yeah, I was more startled than anything else, I thought I was alone” a vaguely familiar looking guy said, his mouth quirking into a smile.

“Still, I am so, so sorry. I was in my own world and also assumed it was just me left here” you frowned, eyes scanning his form to make sure he wasn’t lying about being hurt. 

“I’m all good, promise” he insisted, his tone amused at your concern. “I’m Joe.”

“Y/N” you replied, offering your hand for him to shake. Your guitar string scars brushed his and you smiled brightly at him. “You make music? You look familiar but I was imagining you in a show for some reason.” 

He laughed, retracting his hand to run it through his hair, making it stand on end. “Yeah, I’m that guy from that Netflix show” he said sarcastically and, as you tilted your head in confusion, he added. “I left the studio a few days ago and severely disappointed your fans. As I rounded the corner, that’s what they dubbed me.”

Your hand flew to your mouth to hide the giggle that escaped despite your efforts. “I’m sorry, I love their support but I can only imagine how jarring that was to walk into unexpectedly.” 

“It’s fine, good to stay humble after all” he shrugged, a grin breaking across his face and it clicked. 

“Stranger Things!” you shouted, unintentionally loud in the otherwise quiet space. “Sorry, I knew I’d seen you in something, I love that show but it’s been like a decade since new episodes were released.” 

“We’re actually towards the end of filming the last season now.”

“In New York?” you questioned, confused. 

“No, I’m flying back and forth between here and Atlanta to record on off days” he explained. 

“You must be exhausted, that sounds grueling.” He shrugged but you noticed the dark circles under his eyes, certain you had some of your own after all the late nights. “Want to grab some coffee? I have a pot going in my room.” 

“That would be great actually, yeah” he agreed and you carefully opened the door, ensuring it didn’t touch him, which made him chuckle lightly. “What are you working on, if you don’t mind me asking?”

You sighed deeply, pouring each of you a mug before settling, cross-legged, on your chair. “I don’t even know anymore” you admitted and he frowned sympathetically. 

“That’s the stage I’m at with my album too” he shared and you hummed in appreciation for the pains of this part of the recording process. 

“It’s just like…I feel like the album isn’t clicking yet, you know? And there’s this one song I’m toying with, have been for days, and something missing that I can’t figure out. It doesn’t sound like it fits but it should, so I’m stuck.” 

“Want me to take a listen? I don’t know how much insight I could offer but sometimes an outside ear helps” he shrugged and you paused, normally hesitant to share anything with people outside your circle. But his eyes were earnest and you found yourself agreeing, pulling up the audio track on the computer and hitting play. 

You fiddled with the ends of your braids as music filled the room. You listened all the way through, your frustration at not being able to solve it growing as the minutes passed on. As silence fell, you glanced to gauge Joe’s reaction. His brows were furrowed, seemingly deep in thought.

“That’s a new direction for you to be going in, right? It’s like moody pop. Is that the general vibe for the album?”

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, nodding, “Yeah, in general. And thanks, it feels like me but kind of like a bridge to a new version of what I want to end up doing, if that makes sense?” 

“Yeah, it feels that way” he nodded eagerly, leaning his elbows onto his knees, his face moving closer to yours. “Can you play the bridge one more time?” 

You quickly clicked the buttons to fulfill his request, pulling up your legs so you could rest your cheek to your knee. 

“It’s hard because I can’t tell if this is supposed to be sad or upbeat,” he admitted. 

“Yeah, I’m having the same problem” you sighed, running your hands over your face. “It’s just…never mind, I don’t want to, like, vomit my life at you, I’m sure you’re busy.”

“I don’t mind, it’s kind of nice to look at a musical puzzle that’s not mine” he chuckled and you cracked a brief smile. 

You normally hesitated to discuss anything personal with new people. You’d been burned in the past and you honestly found it could be distracting to the work itself, once it was out in the world. But, there was something in Joe’s energy that felt safe. He was curious as a fellow artist, not as a nosy outsider wanting to take whatever crumbs you’d drop about your personal shit. 

“My boyfriend of about six years and I broke up almost a year ago” you began quietly, closing your eyes to shut out some of the vulnerability of the moment. “And it happened during, like, the peak of my musical career so far. So, there I was, on the outside, living my best life where inwardly I was just…fucking reeling, you know?” 

You dared a glance up and were met by his soft, compassionate gaze. He nodded his encouragement so you continued, “So I want this album to kind of embody that. All the high high and low lows and how disorienting it is for them to happen at once, especially in the public eye. But, it all sounds discordant right now so I’m trying to decide if I should just lean into one side or the other.” 

“Well, you’re trying to have this album represent that time in your life, right?” 

“Mostly, yeah. My tour wrapped about a month ago so this is the first time since everything happened that I can just, like, sit and process shit. Which has been good for me mentally but… I don’t know if it’s just me being self indulgent and not actually creating a cohesive body of work.” 

“Why can’t it be both?” 

“Because it’s confusing as a listener” you argued, leaning up and meeting his gaze. “How do we go from a song about feeling depressed and alone to an upbeat celebratory track?” 

“Just mix them up a little sonically” he suggested and you stared at him blankly. “Like, this song, right? It’s sad, it’s about feeling like nothing you do is enough for someone. What would that sound like over…I don’t know some synth? A more upbeat pace?” 

You paused, mulling over his words. For the first time in days, you felt inspired solving the puzzle of this song rather than lost. “And then maybe I can do it vice versa too, like weave slower tones or moments into happier songs so it all melds.”

“Yeah, exactly! And I think you’re wrong, by the way” he added offhand. 

“About what?”

“I don’t think it would be confusing to a careful listener” he said earnestly and you frowned, not agreeing. “I think everyone experiences times in their life where all kinds of shit, good and bad, is happening and they’re just muddling through. Why wouldn’t people be able to hear that either in your words or the production or both? You’re underestimating them.”

You let his words sink in and found yourself smiling, “I’m really happy I whacked you with that door.”

He threw his head back in laughter before jokingly saluting you. “Glad to be of service, even if you broke my toe.”

“Stop, did I really?” you questioned, worry flooding your system again.

“Nah, I’m just fucking with you” he smiled and you rolled your eyes.

A comfortable silence fell for a few moments as you grabbed your notebook to write down these new thoughts. You didn’t want to make any drastic changes without your producer there. “Would you want me to help with your puzzle?” 

“Nah, I wouldn’t want to bother you” he said and you raised your eyes to glare at him. 

“Because I didn’t just bother you?”

“You didn’t bother me” he sighed, frustrated. 

“And you’re not bothering me” you sighed, mimicking his tone, making him laugh again. 

“Fine, come listen to my dumpster fire” he replied, standing up but you grabbed his wrist to make him stop. 

“Don’t ever talk about your music like that, got it?” you ordered and his cheeks flamed pink but he nodded.

“Oh gosh, my foot fell asleep, do you mind if I just?” you questioned, tightening your hold on his wrist in the hopes he’d let you use him for balance.

“Yeah, of course” he agreed, reaching for your other hand which slid easily into his. You rose slowly, waiting for the pins and needles to subside. “It’s good we ran into each other, I’m heading back to Atlanta tomorrow night.”

“Definitely, cosmic even” you agreed, smiling up at him and he gently squeezed your hand in response. You got stuck there for a moment, staring into his warm brown eyes, his hands a steady comfort. His eyes dipped briefly to your mouth and though your heart thudded deliciously, you dropped his hands with another thanks. You were glad you’d met him but you weren’t ready for romance quite yet. You needed time to work through the last year and you wanted to do your next relationship, whatever that looked like, right–clean and clear-headed. 

***

Joe was soaking up the crowd singing “Back to Beginning” alongside him. He’d never experienced this large of a crowd singing it back to him before. As he strummed the final note, he waved his goodbyes, making his way offstage. Out of sight from the crowd, he pulled his band in for a hug as the adrenaline began working its way out of his system. 

“Oh shit” Adam breathed and Joe followed his line of sight to find you standing a few feet away, sunglasses on and a cap on your head. His heart rate, which had just begun to slow, rapidly accelerated as you beamed at him. His brain caught up with the moment and he pulled himself away from the guys to greet you.

“You were amazing!” you complimented, pulling him into a quick hug. He returned the embrace, confused but thrilled by your presence.

“Thanks so much” he smiled as you took a step back. “What brings you to Australia?” 

“My schedule kept me from seeing any of Charli’s shows so I figured I’d make a vacation of it to see her headline.”

“That sounds awesome” he replied, eyes sweeping the area. “Are you here by yourself?” 

“Well, it’s me and Frank over there” you replied, nodding to a burlier guy near the main staircase to the area. “He’s been my bodyguard for, like, my entire career, and he’s the best person to take to these things. Charli and I have plans over the next few days but she wanted to rest up before tonight.”

A not quite comfortable silence descended. Joe was flattered you came for his set but didn’t know what to say. Despite the emotional intimacy of those few late hours together at Electric Lady, he hadn’t summoned the courage to ask for your number. And between shooting and never seeing you again at the studio, he’d let the night exist as a one-off moment in time and left it there. But, here you were all these months later. 

“I was really bummed we never ran into each other again” you said, pulling him from his thoughts. 

“Yeah, me too. I kicked myself a little bit for not asking for your number.” You smiled, ducking your head at his remark and he felt his cheeks warm. “Not that I assumed you’d have shared it but–” 

“I would have, happily” you replied and his stomach swooped. “But it’s probably better you didn’t.”

“Why’s that?”

You regarded him silently for a moment before asking, “Do you want to come hear how that song we were working on turned out?” 

He was confused by the shift in conversation but nodded eagerly. “Definitely, it’d be great to get out of this heat too.” 

As you two made your way towards the air conditioned trailers the venue had set up for the performers and their guests, he didn’t fail to notice the eyes that trailed the two of you. You were quiet as you walked but he didn’t know you well enough to understand if that was normal for you or if something else was going on. 

A few moments later, he settled onto the couch in your trailer as you pulled out your laptop, handing him a set of headphones before sliding on your own set. You hit play and he smiled when he heard the upbeat, synthy tones. It was better than anything he could have imagined months ago but that didn’t surprise him–you were a legend for a reason.

“That was fucking amazing, Y/N” he replied as the song wrapped up and you grinned at him. 

“Thanks, I seriously couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You definitely could have, you’re an incredible artist.” 

“So are you, that’s why I’m making sure you have a producing credit when the album comes out in the fall.” His heart dropped and his mouth must have too because you shifted uncomfortably. “I mean, unless you really don’t want me to, I just think your suggestions are all over that song. All over the album, if I’m being honest.”

“I don’t even know what to say, I’m flattered. You really don’t have to do that.” 

“I know but I’d like to, if you’ll let me.”

He met your eyes and they were filled with some intense emotion he couldn’t quite name. “Sure, that’s super sweet of you.”

 “I really like your new songs,” you added quickly. 

“Yeah?” he smiled, pride filling his chest. “Which ones?”

“The basic one, I love the production, and the delete you one is fucking incredible”

His breath quickened as he debated how much to share. “Thanks…if I’m being honest, talking with you that night really helped me too. I didn’t say it at the time but I was going through a split from a long term relationship too. And, I don’t know, hearing you talk about that experience more eloquently than I could really shaped the last few songs on the album. Delete Ya was the first song I wrote after that night”

“Well, now I’m flattered,” you replied and he chuckled.

“I should have given you a writing credit or something.”

“Well, there’s still time for us to do that one day.” 

“I’ll hold you to it” he joked but your expression was serious.

“I hope you do” you replied quietly and he couldn't help himself from asking what he’d been wondering about.  

“Why did you say it was better we didn’t stay in contact?” 

You sighed, shifting your laptop to the ground and criss crossing your legs. “That night, I thought we were going to kiss. And I really wanted to but I wasn’t ready. And if the next song you wrote was that one, you probably weren’t either.” 

He held your intense gaze as he processed your words. “Does it ever scare you? Thinking about if the person you lost damaged you in a way that can’t be mended?” 

“It used to,” you admitted. “And sometimes if I stay up too late alone it really does. But I think people can heal from anything and who am I to exclude myself from the rest of humanity?” 

He smiled at you, “I really like listening to you talk.” 

“Yeah?” you laughed, ducking your head again. 

“Yeah” he said, nudging your knee with his own. “And you’re right too. I would have kissed you that night, or at least tried to, if we hadn’t shifted into my room when we did.” 

“Am I right about the other stuff too?” 

“Probably” he admitted. “But I feel differently now.” 

“Me too” you said quietly and his heart thumped as your eyes dipped to his mouth. He leaned in, eyes drifting shut before a loud knock on the door made you two spring apart. 

“Boss lady, Charli’s set’s in ten!” Frank called and you laughed nervously, running a hand over your face before standing up and offering him your hand. 

“Want to join me?” 

“Could we go down in the crowd? It’d be so much fun surrounded by everyone” You paused for a moment, frowning, and he squeezed your hand as he stood up. “We can go wherever you’ll be most comfortable though.” 

You regarded him for a moment before your face broke into a huge grin, “Fuck it, let’s go. Frank will be pissed but I’ve put him through worse.” 

***

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you felt like everyone was staring but you couldn’t make yourself care, not really. You were settled between Joe and his friend, Adam, eagerly waiting for Charli to take the stage. 

“Do you get used to that?” Joe asked, mouth dangerously close to your ear. 

“What?”

“People thinking they’re being really subtle while filming you or taking photos.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “No, it’s the fucking worst. It must happen to you too, no?”

“Sure, at cons or in Atlanta maybe but most places? No.” 

“I’m sorry, I can always go backstage instead if you want?” you offered, feeling badly that you were dampening his night. 

“Hey, no” he said, throwing his arm loosely around your shoulders, warming you from the inside out. “I want to experience this with you.” 

You didn’t know what to say so you just wrapped your own arm around his waist, briefly laying your head on his shoulder before the bass of Charli’s opening track blasted through the air.

You were so grateful Joe had encouraged you to be in the crowd, even if it was the roped off VIP section. You never let yourself just exist this way, dancing and laughing and having fun knowing people were watching but doing your best not to care. And you wanted to experience this night with him too, fully, without hiding. 

As Joe fumbled his way through the apple dance you could barely breathe you were laughing so hard. When your favorite tracks came on, you jumped and screamed along with everyone else, feeling beyond proud of your old friend. As the final song wrapped up, you cheered until you were hoarse. 

As the crowd started to disperse, you grabbed Joe’s hand without thinking. “Follow me, I want to get backstage to congratulate Charli.” 

Joe nodded, motioning for Adam to follow you both, Frank tailing behind. As you weaved your way out, you were finally hidden from the crowd’s view and you felt your shoulders fully relax. You turned to say something to Joe but lost your breath when he dragged you into an alcove you hadn’t even noticed a moment before. 

“What are you–” you began but were quickly cut off by his lips crashing into yours. You eagerly returned the kiss, slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His hands landed on your hips, his thumbs brushing beneath the hem of your shirt, drawing goosebumps to your skin even though it was easily 80 degrees outside.

You tangled your hands in his hair, loving how soft and thick the strands felt between your fingers. When you gave a light tug, Joe groaned into your mouth, making your pulse race even faster. His hands pressed you into him, your bodies lining up perfectly as he deepened the kiss, tongue swiping your mouth, begging for entrance. You happily opened for him and you lost sense of anything that wasn’t the feel of his mouth, the heat of his hands, and the furious beating of your hearts against each other. 

The spell was broken by Frank and Adam’s voices nearby, questioning each other where they’d last seen you both. It was the worried tone in Frank’s voice that made you pull away, frantically drawing air into your lungs. Your eyes opened, rising to meet his and you were pleased to see his pupils were lust-blown wide. 

“I’m sorry, I’d been dying to do that all night but I wanted it to be just us, you know?”

“I do and appreciate it” you smiled, lightly pecking his lips again. “But Frank is going to have a heart attack if he doesn’t see me in the next sixty seconds.”

“Make that thirty seconds” you heard Frank call from nearby. Joe and you froze, staring at each other before dissolving into giggles, your head resting on his chest that rumbled with laughter. 

“Rain check?” you whispered, grabbing his hand to lead him out. 

“Fuck yes” he smiled, placing a kiss to your temple. And even though you were terrified of how this could play out, who were you to fight the joy and hope flooding your system? 

Note: This is my first time writing for Joe, so I'd love to hear any feedback. I can't wait for his new album to come out. If people like this one, I definitely have ideas for another part and other potential stories with him. (Side note: this is clearly referencing Taylor Swift's TTPD which was my inspiration for this idea)

[reidsdimples]

When Everything Changed | Part 3

Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Enemies to lovers- slow burn/case talk/yapping Spence

Part 2

In which you and Spencer help with a case virtually from his apartment after his hospital stay. 🧸 🖤

You had always thought time to work in mysterious ways. It could heal any wound yet allow it to fester. It could bring people together and rip them apart. Time was an enigma, especially to you. How much time did it take to recover from something like a near death experience?

How much time did it take to recover from trauma without allowing it to cripple?

“Y/N, my office,” Hotch calls out to you.

You’ve been on desk duty for a week, going crazy truthfully.

“Yes?” You ask when you see him.

“Reid is behind discharged today,” he informs you as you sit.

You don’t really know why you had to be called into his office for that information.

“The team is flying out to Atlanta. I’m going to need you and Reid working virtually. Are you able to see him home and work with him from there?” He asks.

“I don’t see why not, is this pertaining to the suspected serial down there?” All you knew was that people in the ghost hunting and supernatural communities were turning up dead.

“Yes, we will brief you via video chat while we’re on the plane,” Hotch nods.

You leave the office toying with a mix of emotions. You were eager to work on an active case, happy that Reid was being discharged, and nervous to see him.

Following that night you read to him, you recalled the quote in question that he had partially written.

One from Pride and Prejudice reading;

“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”

You had not mentioned it to him, nor had he said anything to you. When you showed up two days later with a copy of the book to read to him, he got agitated. He asked that you read something else or don’t at all.

It was strange, his behavior was strange. He had been happy to see you yet distant. Then you found that very same page with that portion of the quote crumbled up and thrown on the floor. Why?

You knew what that quote was about, it was about the moment Darcy realized he was developing feelings for Elizabeth despite not realizing it.

Your heart pounds as you think about it. Could he be feeling that way for you? Or you him? You feel your pulse in your throat as you recall the feeling times you stared to long at his waist or his hands. Perhaps listened too hard when he spoke because there was something soothing in his voice even when he was annoyed with you.

Why had that quote come to mind while you were reading to him that first night? And when and why did he trash it?

You were once again back to being irritated by him but not enough to hate him. You were more elated that he was better, that his voice was back, and that he was cleared to go home.

You had a feeling that he insisted on helping with this case. You were fine with that. You could do this, you would just push the strangeness of Jane Austen’s words and Reid away.

So you swallowed those feelings, cleared your throat and stepped into his hospital room for the last time.

“Time to go home,” you announce as you enter.

He was spinning himself around absentmindedly on the doctors chair when he came into view. He smiled, delighted most likely to be going home. He was dressed, freshly, and showered. Save for the incision scars on his throat, he looked like himself. You think the scars somehow make him more sexy but you swat the thought away as soon as it occurs.

“Thank you for coming to get me,” his voice is low and raspy.

You hadn’t heard him talk yet and it took you off guard. Not because he sounded hideous. Quite the opposite, actually. It came off as sultry, like he was half asleep. Shit.

“You’re welcome,” you grin.

You’re standing in the doorway still, aware that you’re not sure what to do with yourself. What was your problem? Damn, it’s just Reid. Annoying old Reid. The same brainiac Reid.

Yet sexier somehow, probably because he almost died taking a bullet in your stead.

You collect all of the discharge information and prescription for his liquid diet formula grossness and before you know it, he’s easing into your passenger seat.

“How long until you can eat proper solid food again?” You ask as you try to fill the calm silence in the car.

“They’re going to reevaluate me in two weeks,” he answers, his voice like sand paper.

“Sorry you probably should talk as little as possible,” you wince because it sounds painful.

“Talking strengthens the vocal cords,” he informs. “I came dangerously close to never being able to speak again. In fact about 73 percent of patients with this type of trauma lose the ability to talk completely.”

You smile to yourself. The way he needs to blurt information is so endearing.

Your phone pings with the BAU group chat:

“Wheels up in 30,” from Hotch.

“Okay we need to get the laptop set up at your place by the time they take off so we can sit in on the case briefing,” you punch the gas to ensure you get there on time.

Reid sits up a little in his seat.

“Are you scared of my driving?” You ask.

“No?” He lies. You narrow your eyes playfully but don’t respond.

You and Reid are patched in with Garcia and the rest of the team just in time. Reid seems slight uncomfortable in the wooden chair with the way he has to hold his neck so you help him with some pillows.

“Cara Lynch, Jane Wilbur, and Mason Riley all found murdered and dismembered in the old mill plant on the east side,” Hotch starts.

“Ten days later, James Marlon and Ryan Finch met the same fate in a separate infamously haunted place,” JJ says.

“Ghost hunting seems to link all of these victims,” Hotch says.

“Were they recording at the time of their deaths?” Reid asks in a gravely voice.

“Tripods recovered, no cameras or audio recording equipment. It seems the unsub took it,” Morgan answers.

“Manner of homicide?” You ask.

“Shot, with arrows in vital organs. Each victim shot twice,” Prentiss says as she flips through the photos.

Both you and Reid seem to wince at the mention of being shot. But neither of you acknowledge it to the other.

More details are shared about the limb removal possibly being a forensic countermeasure before the team starts spitballing profile points.

"The use of arrows by the unsub suggests a need for a sense of precision and control. Arrows are often associated with hunting, so the unsub may view their victims as prey. Additionally, the fact that the victims are ghost hunters could indicate a belief by the unsub that they are somehow deserving of this punishment. It's possible that the unsub sees themselves as some sort of vigilante, targeting those who they believe are meddling in the supernatural realm,” Spencer muses. His speech is slower but the team is patient with him, more in tune with what he has to say than usual.

“I would point of alternatively that the arrows symbolize a form of justice or retribution in the eyes of the unsub. The unsub may believe that the victims, in their pursuit of the supernatural, have disrupted the natural order or crossed a line that they deem unacceptable. By using arrows as a weapon, the unsub may be trying to send a message that their actions have consequences and that they are being punished for their perceived transgressions,” you add. Reid glances over at you but says nothing.

“Given the victomology I can believe that this unsub believes the ghost hunters have crossed some sort of line,” Rossi says. “Maybe he’s religious?” Prentiss asks.

“The-“ Spencer starts but you inadvertently cut him off. He’s unable to speak over you like he used to.

“Sorry,” you squeeze his arm but continue. Just as you start talking, his hand moves to your knee. “In Christianity, arrows can symbolize strength, protection, and divine intervention,” you say. You could continue but pause for Spencer to add his thoughts, your mind glitching at the contact of his hand on your knee. The jeans didn’t seem like enough of a barrier for how heated your skin became.

“The unsub may view their actions as a form of divine justice or punishment for those they believe are engaging in sinful or forbidden practices,” he finishes simply, and removes his hand.

He doesn’t seem upset by you speaking over him which is almost out of character. He wasn’t nearly as aggravated with you anymore. You didn’t know whether to be relieved or concerned in this new attitude… or lack thereof.

The team signs off and you and Spencer are instructed to work on the geographical profile until further notice.

You find yourself absentmindedly inspecting his endless rows of books while he uses his protractor on the map. The geographical profile had been relatively easy to put together since there were only two locations.

The tension and silence stretches out between you, things unsaid. What was that?

You turn your attention back to him when he stands, placing photos on the white board.

“To go searching for ghosts only to become one, kind of ironic right?” You sigh and add to the board with him.

“Unfortunate, but the risk that urban explorers and paranormal investigators put themselves at in these locations is relatively high. It’s why I don’t personally see them as low risk victims,” he says.

“True but they aren’t a high risk, nothing indicating drug use, an inclination towards petty crimes, or sexual deviancy,” you reason.

“Trespassing is a petty crime,” he insists. You narrow your eyes on him as his long fingers press a magnet over a crime scene photo.

“And part of the job,” you retort.

“The same could be argued about shooting a bank teller during a robbery,” he turns to you with his eyes up. “Doesn’t make it any less a crime.”

He’s so close to you that you can feel his breath fanning against your face.

“You-“ you begin, pointing your magnet at him.

“I what?” He taunts you, dares you to finish that sentence. The rasps in his voice goes straight to your head. He outwitted you, you both knew it. He plucks the magnet from your hand and slaps in onto the board.

“I’ve resigned myself not to compete with you anymore,” you smirk and step out of his vicinity which fogged your head.

“Hardly a competition,” he murmurs.

“What is with you?” You whirl on him. “It’s like you don’t know how to act all of the sudden. You want to be an asshole? Fine, I’m used to that. But don’t touch me and then turn on me. It’s confusing,” you explode.

He blinks, stunned by your fury. Then he smirks.

“I get under your skin don’t I?” It’s a cocky rhetorical question.

“Your mood swings do,” you bite out.

“I don’t think that’s it,” he drops into the chair and picks up a pen. “Did you know hatred and desire are two of the most powerful feelings we experience?”

You knew that, of course. Fine line between love and hate and all that.

“As such it’s easy for them to become intertwined,” he whirls the one around his fingers. He clocks you watching the movement, seeming to further prove the point.

“Are you speaking from personal experience? Or just yapping like you always do?” You take a step towards him. He raises his eyebrows.

“Yapping?” He laughs.

“Maybe you should stop talking, your voice is becoming hoarse,” you say indignantly. How dare he insinuate that you hated him and now want him. Neither were true. You think.

“What if I don’t? What if I decide to recite every word of the Lord of the Rings novels to you?” He lifts his chin, his voice teasing.

“You don’t have the gall,” you grumble in annoyance. Mr. Eidetic memory with his very own weapon. You lean place your palms on the back of his wooden chair, briefly glancing at the case file in front of him, hoping he wouldn’t…

"When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton…”

“Not another word or something awful might befall you and you may end up in the hospital again,” you flick his ear.

He lulls his head back and dramatically feigns choking to death. Before you know it both of you are laughing.

Somehow your hand ends up resting on his shoulder, causing the laughter to slow until you both were painfully aware of the physical contact.

You clear your throat and gesture at the file.

“What was, um what is her cause of death again?” You already knew but you needed to say something to distract from the sudden shift in energy. “Which organ was pierced…” you clarify.

He glanced back and upward at you, those eyes full of something you’d never seen from him. A sense of uncertainty, vulnerability, and need?

You’re unsure why, as though being controlled by a force outside of yourself but you trail your hand up his neck, gently massaging the back of his head. Goosebumps prickle his neck as he turns his attention back to the table. You don’t miss the white knuckled grip on the pen.

“All of them took an arrow to the heart, that’s a shared trait,” his voice is low, distracted.

“A signature?” You hum and run your fingers through the longer hair at the top of his head. The strands are soft, moving between your fingers gently as you soothingly massage his head.

You hear him groan deep in his chest and he’s inadvertently leaning his head into your touch. You swallow hard, unsure about this sudden need to touch him. More than that, you wanted to hear other noises he could make.

“Second arrows hit various organs between the victims,” he leans forward from your grip to lay the photos out.

The absence of him causes you to frown, but you turn to the white board.

“He’s a skilled marksmen if he could hit them all in the heart in the darker locations where they died,” you state the obvious and write it on the board.

“Military training?” He asks.

“Not with bow and arrows, he may have had personal lessons. Ask Garcia to check with archery ranges inside of the geographical profile,” you say.

He shoots Garcia a text and places his phone down awaiting results.

You’re scribbling on the board when you hear him approach, he’s behind you, so devastatingly close that you can hear him breathing. His body heat warms your back, you falter but keep writing.

Now your body is tingling because he leans his mouth closer to your ear, fanning his breath across your neck.

“You spelled ‘toxophilite’ wrong,” he whispers. You flatten your hand over the word and smudge the blue ink.

“Maybe if you weren’t standing so close,” you hiss.

“Do you want me to move?” He reaches up and sweeps your hair back over your shoulder. You don’t respond, you stop breathing. Stop thinking.

You shudder when his lips find the soft spot of your neck, small kisses planted delicately until your own moan escapes you.

“That pesky line between hatred and desire,” he tutts and steps back.

You bite your tongue, after all you teased him first. The simple touch of his lips on your skin had your body heated up and your insides twisted with need.

You contemplated throwing the marker at his big head as he leaned over the table but refrained.

It was probably for the best because Hotch and Garcia rang in on FaceTime.

Whatever the hell was happening with you and Spence was going to take time. Luckily, the team had given you both the leeway needed to heal. Who knows what’ll happen in the mean time.

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Call Me Back

Pairing: Ex!Joe Burrow x Black!Actress Reader

Description: This wasn't how your life was supposed to go, but you're glad you have friends that will always be there for you.

Warnings: Angst, Language, Horrible Communication, Toxic Relationships, Cheating, No Happy Endings Today :(

Word Count: 2.4k

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“God, I’m so hungry.” You say as soon as the appetizers arrive at the table.

Everything looked so good. “I could down all 6 of those plates right now.” After loading a variety of flavors onto your plate, you take the first bite of actual heaven. 

Your friends sit there in total shock, the calls of your name falling on deaf ears. By the time you look up, half of the plate is gone. “Um, when was the last time you ate?” Ariel asks, the girl with red dyed locs only had a single meatball on her plate.

You look around the table and slowly shift in your seat when only one of the five plates had been loaded.

You gulped. “Oh I skipped lunch at work, we were really busy.” 

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6 Hours Earlier

The scene had wrapped early, but lunch was scheduled at 1. As you sat in your trailer, the next 30 minutes felt like hours. You were starving, because of how long a chaotic filming of a movie is. All you had today was a protein shake. Sipping on it throughout was fine but you needed food. 

The second the clock struck one, you yanked open the door hoping to see your P.A on the other side and by the grace of god, she was.

“One Moe's Homewrecker Bowl with extra salsa, queso, and siracha. A large chocolate peanut butter cup milkshake from Steak & Shake and lastly homemade banana pudding straight from the Peach Cobbler Factory.” Deyzia handed you the bowl first and set the rest on the counter.

“D I fucking love you so much.” You moan taking a bite of your food. “I also love filming in Atlanta.”

The young girl giggled, grabbing water from the mini fridge and setting that beside you too. “You’re welcome, boss. Gotta keep the woman that pays me happy.”

You simply nodded, not caring about her words. The food was all that mattered at this moment. 

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Thinking back to earlier that day, you push the play forward a bit and fake a groan. “Skipping lunch was a bad idea, but I need to make room for my pasta.”

The faux brunette beside you took that as an opportunity to clean your plate. “I felt that, but I’m not letting these mozzarella sticks go to waste.”

You had to fight the pout that wanted to set on your face as your stomach started to growl. “Go on right ahead Sash, I shouldn’t be eating such greasy food anyway.”

“Oh yeah, she’s a big movie star now guys.” Diane chuckles. “Before you know it, The Cheesecake Factory will be too good for her.”

Your laugh comes out halfheartedly. “Please if it ever does, I’ll start paying for everyone’s dinner.”

You can tell the dark skin beauty liked that even if her job in real estate had a more stable future than yours.

Everyone seemed to move on from your appetite afterward, now paying more attention to Sasha's newest romantic encounters- as a newly out fem she was immensely enjoying the fun queer scene. 

But even with most eyes on her, you couldn’t help but feel another set studying your presence You quietly excuse yourself from the table and speed walk to the women’s restroom, the clacking of another pair of heels steps behind you causing sweat to build on your brow.

Looking in the mirror, you powder all the sweaty and oily spots on your face. Then reapply your favorite lip tint before your longtime friend speaks up. 

“This morning all you could talk about was that cobbler place opening back up. I heard you place the same lunch order with the addition of the banana pudding you said was ‘so incredible, to die for, astronomically delicious.’ Then you came home and downed a large fruit salad. But you’re starving- no actually you're too full, but your stomach is definitely saying the latter.” You lock eyes in the mirror, but for the first time in 8 years, you can’t read the expression on her face. 

“Yazmine.”

Her strong bronze arms cross over her chest, some of her blonde braids getting caught in the process. “You think I don’t know what’s going on?” 

“Yaz…” 

“No, we’ve been best friends since drama school and this is how you tell me?!” Her eyes are so scolding you shift your focus to putting your makeup away.

“Eliza!” The harsh tone of her voice makes you jump but paired with the role you’ve wanted since you knew what theater was it brought chills to your skin. The day you met, you both chose to audition with a Hamilton song so the director made you sit for each other’s ‘performances,’ in the end she became the Angelica to your Eliza.

“Yaz, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your hands shake as you close your purse and turn to leave. But her now soft mousy voice stops you. "Just wait."

“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” 

Because you hadn’t admitted to yourself.

Turning you lay your head against the granite wall and show her the small pools in your eyes. “I.. I didn’t notice it at first, after most shoots I slept for hours. I didn’t want to eat but that was sort of normal. Then the um- cravings started, I was just glad my appetite was back. But I started getting sick, and that’s when I really noticed the changes. I kept telling myself they’d go away, that it’s not really happening. I still haven’t said it out loud, but it’s been two months. I wrap in a few days, the movie’s been a great distraction, but I-I don’t know what to do. The doctor said everything’s fine, but I don’t feel like myself anymore. I-I don’t-

She takes two large steps and engulfs you in her arms. “Hey, hey I’m here. I’m here Liza. You’re gonna be fine, I’m gonna help you through this. Don’t worry about it, you’re not alone babe. You have me, Dia, Sasha, Ariel, shit even Deyzia, we’ll always be here for you.”

You sob even harder. “I-I hav-haven’t-

“Shhhh, take your time, I’m not going anywhere.” She just rocks you in her arms, the safe and secureness she oozes is more than enough to calm a bear. 

You slowly pick up your head and wipe away the remaining tears. “I haven’t told him. I found out after we broke up, he blocked me on everything and I changed my number. I don’t know if I can go through this with him, after everything we’ve been through. I can’t Yaz, I can’t tell him.”

She kisses your head and whispers against your heated skin. “I’ll tell him and I’ll whoop his ass in the process.”

You snort against her neck, softly pushing her away. “Thank you, I honestly have no idea what I’d do without you, Angel.” She smiles and wraps an arm around you.

“I know, who do you think helped you with all those damn orphanages?” You roll your eyes at her smirk as you walk back into the dining room.

“So who’s telling the girls?”

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“Ja’Marr! Open up! I see his stupid car outside, you’re not fooling anyone!” Yazmine’s incessant yelling and banging on the Cincinnati door seize when the tatted wide receiver yanks it open.

“Woman, you need to chill the fuck out. Whatchu’ doing all that hollerin’ for?” The football player dawned a sweaty white muscle shirt and basketball shorts, clearly he had just finished a workout. Yazmine would usually take more time admiring his strong build, but that’s not why she’s here.

“Where is he? Bring Burrow’s ass out, we need to have a chat.” She demands arms crossed and lips pursed.

Ja’Marr smirks doing his own look over the woman in front of him. “Mm mm mmm. You sure are breathtaking, baby.” He bites his bottom lip tilting his head to get a peak at her backside. “What did I do to earn the sight of this..

“Hey! No, focus Chase.” She snaps her fingers in his face to riel him back in. “Joseph. Burrow. Get him. Now.”

He takes in the serious look on her face and shakes his head. “I assume this is about your girlfriend, so..” He steps back and opens the door wide enough for her to go through then nods towards the direction of his kitchen.

“Thank you.” Yazmine leans up and places a chaste kiss on his cheek. “If this goes well, you might get more later.” Then walks off looking for the quarterback.

“I better be getting more, fucking HOA gon kill me for the damn noise.”

Turning a wide corner, Yazmine spots the man she’s been searching for at the kitchen counter, wearing almost the exact attire as his friend. “Oh sorry, I didn't know you and J were rendezvousing today.”

She looks at the man confused. “Rendezvous? That’s not what we’ve been- nothing is going on.”

Joe cocked his head with a smirk. “Isn’t it though? I’m pretty sure sneaking around for months on end means there’s definitely something going on behind closed doors.”

Yazmine rolls her eyes and sits on a bar stool, leaving an empty one in between them. “Whatever that’s not why I’m here- didn’t you hear me at the door?”

He points to the Beats headphones fitted snugly in his ear.

“Okay well, this is about you and..” Joe scoffs hopping up from the stool.

“If there’s no you and J, there definitely isn’t a me and her. I don’t want to hear it, she clearly doesn't either considering she’s not here herself.” 

Yaz gets up and follows him to the backyard. “This is serious Joe, if she could be here, you know she would.”

“Actually I don't know anything about her anymore, including her number, because she changed it hours after we broke up.” He muttered picking up a basketball, bouncing it once, and shooting- only to airball.

“She had to change it, remember the stupid leak! You didn’t have to block her on everything though, maybe if you had left at least one line of communication open I wouldn't be here, asshole.” She snickers as his second shot also falls short.

“Well get the damn thing over with then. What’s the problem?” 

Her face softens and she reaches into her back pocket. “Joe, she’s pregnant.” 

His frustrated demeanor immediately drops, replaced with wide eyes and parted lips. He slowly feels his world start spinning, he parts his stance and grips onto the basketball for some kind of relief.

“She’s 11 weeks, almost 3 months. It’s most definitely yours and she just got back in town. She wanted me to tell you because she was scared of your reaction, she’s not sure if she wants you to be there though.” Yazmine confesses handing him an ultrasound picture.

“What do y- what? Why wouldn’t she want me there? I- I don’t understand.” His eyes are locked on the image as it shakes in his hand. 

Yazmine lets out a breath. “Think about it Joe, you were nothing but unreliable in the 3 years you were together. You put football, your foundation, even your friends before her. Then when she got her big break, the happiest day of her life, she had to come home to you in bed with someone else. You didn’t know how to be in a relationship so instead of asking her how she felt, you broke her heart. Does that sound like someone she’d want to raise a child with? She didn’t even want to admit to herself, I didn’t find out until a few weeks ago.” She inhales deeply trying to calm her emotions.

“I’m only telling you because it would be cruel not to. Even if I thought telling you would do the trick if that's what she was going for. She doesn’t want anything from you, so don’t worry about being put on child support. I don’t know how the rest of this is going to go, but I will not let you and your bullshit upset her, stress her out, or bother her about it. That’s my best friend and I will do anything to protect her. You may not want to step up to be a father, but that baby will have two parents no matter what.” A stray tear streams down her face, he’s now looking at her intently. 

“Now you have a choice: keep the picture, hide it somewhere then sign away your rights in a few months, or turn it over and change your life.” Yazmine swiped away the tear and then left him alone on the court.

Joe hadn’t realized he too had been crying until a tear dripped onto the paper. He stumbled over to a lawn chair, not taking his eyes off of the black and white fetus. The damp spot now made the paper translucent allowing him to see blue ink on the other side. His brows furrowed then he remembered, ‘Turn it over and change your life.’

Flipping the image hope peaked in his heart as he repeatedly read the number.

The quarterback quickly began to pat his shorts, realizing he left his phone inside. He rushed into the house, passing Yazmine and completely ignoring his teammate to grab his phone on the kitchen counter. Not caring about the small audience he dials the number as fast as he can, praying that she’ll answer.

“Come on, come on. Please pick up.” It goes straight to voicemail, her fake perky voice fibbing about calling back on the other side instead.

But he still takes the chance and leaves a message. “Baby, it’s me. I know, Yaz told me. I’m so sorry, I know it’s long overdue but please if there’s a chance I wanna be there. If this is the only time that I have to get through to you, I’m taking the shot. I know you deserve way better than me and that baby- our baby deserves to have a family that loves them and cherishes them for everything. Give me a chance to be the man you need me to be, I miss you so much. I’m sorry I didn’t see what I had right in front of me. I’m sorry about the image you have of me in her head. If I could start all this over again, I’d change everything I did- I was selfish and foolish. I need you.. I want you, you’re the only one I want. Please, I want to be a father to our baby. I watch them grow up with you. Even if we don’t work out again, I won’t leave our baby. I won’t leave you until you’re kicking and screaming for me to go. Just give me one more shot, to show you that I can be who you need me to be. I don't want this to be the end of our story, tell me I have more time. Please baby, just call me back.”

'This mailbox is now full. Goodbye.'

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Call Her Daddy (NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: 🤭🤭🤭

Synopsis: Jack goes on the Call Her Daddy podcast and of course has to talk about his wife

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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“Jack, it's about damn time you showed up for an episode of my podcast.” Alex said after the both of them sat down and got comfortable where the podcast recording would take place.

“What can I say? I'm a busy man. And it's good to be here.”

“Definitely busy seeing as you just recently put a total of three babies in your wife, but we'll get to that later. We're focusing on you, first.”

“Look, I can't help it if my wife is fine as hell. Might as well go hard or go home.” He replied while shrugging and of course Alex laughed.

“Don't worry, you'll get to talk about how much you love your wife in due time because we know that’s a running theme with you. But first, I want to know more about Jack Harlow. Did you always want to be a rapper? And where did that drive come from?”

“Always wanted to be one and I remember selling my CD's back in middle school. My mom was a heavy influence on that and she would freestyle with me in the car when she would drive me to like soccer practice and different things like that.”

“That's so cute and adorable that your mom influenced you. Now when people think of rap, Kentucky isn't really the first place people think of.”

“Not at all and I'm from Louisville and a lot of people don't know that it is literally an entire city. When people hear Kentucky, the first thing that they think of is some back roads country ass shit when it's not.” He answered as he thought about when he first started and some people would tell him that he would never make it out Kentucky let alone Louisville.

“And did a lot of people support you? Or did they try to discourage you? How was that growing up there?”

“It was about half and half. A lot of people were confident that I was going to make something of myself, but others weren’t. But I’ve been serious about this shit from day one and it’s slowly but surely paying off. My girl wouldn’t let me quit for nothing even if sometimes I wanted to.”

“Now, what were you like in high school? Were you the popular jock, the nerd, part of the science club? Did the girls fall out over you?” Alex asked while getting comfortable in her chair and adjusting.

“I mean I always had friends and I wasn’t the one who would be stuffed into lockers or some shit. Like with certain things people knew not to mess with me. And it always seemed like girls always liked me, but when I set my eyes on one, that was it. It was a done deal. We weren’t even together yet and people knew that she was mine and they would respect it.”

“So, I want to ask you since you said that about people knowing that she was your girl and respecting it. Now we are talking about the First Lady, correct?”

“The fucking one and only. Had my eyes on her ever since I was fourteen.”

“A little birdie told me about you hiding a boy’s clothes after gym was over because he liked her and wouldn’t leave her alone? Not baby Jack getting jealous.” Alex said while laughing and Jack soon joined in along with her.

“Look, he asked for it and I didn’t have a problem with him after that. Like dude get the fuck away from my girl.”

“And what did she do when she found out?”

“She never found out until we moved to Atlanta after we graduated so she had absolutely no idea. But, she definitely got on my ass. But she’s not so innocent either, but you’ll have to ask her about that.”

“Yeah, she’s definitely the next person I need to have on here. Now what is the album that you think is your best work or the one that you are most proud of?”

“Hmm, Jackman hands down. No features, just me talking and getting my feelings out. I was able to be home in Louisville with my wife for about a year and a half and I took that time to reset and get my mind right because a lot of shit had been going on and happening around us and I felt that it was important for me to do that, but now we’re back to making the catchy shit that people can really vibe to and feel good music so I’m excited for this new era.”

“Lovin’ On Me! Now I am loving your new song and I notice that it says I don't like no whips and chains and you can’t tie me down. So no whips and chains in the Harlow household?”

“I… look I have a story about that. It’s not the fact that there’s absolutely none because at one point in time there was.”

“Damn, do I need popcorn for this because I feel like I need popcorn for this.” Alex added while busting out laughing.

“So, I tie her up, blindfold her, we got the nipple clamps, all that shit, and I handcuff myself to her to get her to stop moving and I lost the key in the process. So, she notices that I get quiet and she’s freaking out asking me what’s wrong and when I finally tell her she’s like call Urban. He’s our best friend who lived with us at the time and he has seen some wild shit and I know he’s so fucking tired of us. So with my free hand, I use my phone to call him and he comes and sees what the situation is, finds the key and leaves us there and goes to sleep because we had woken him up and he was pissed. So he just left us there until the morning.”

“I LITERALLY CANNOT! But, was it really a punishment though? Handcuffed to your wife so I can imagine a few more rounds came after that?” Alex asked while wiggling her eyebrows.

“More than a few.”

“Now talk to me about the other wild shit that he has seen.” 

All Jack did was hang his head as he busted out laughing.

“I… I don’t even know where to fucking start. Urb is always getting pulled into the middle of shit that he absolutely had nothing to do with.”

“That’s what best friends are for. Now, how do you feel about choking?”

“Anything she wants, I will do it. Nothing is off limits for her. I admit that it’s not my favorite thing in the world, but if it’s going to make her orgasm faster, I’m all for it. She definitely comes first. Pun intended.”

“Oh, so you’re all about putting her needs first in the bedroom?”

“And in life, that’s my baby and her needs and wants are always going to be met. Been doing that since we were fifteen when we were officially together.”

“Now you said nothing is off limits when it comes to her, so she’s just like ‘babe, let me peg you’.”

“No, absolutely not, no one is sticking anything up my ass. I love my wife through and through, but no. That’s a little too much for me. Come on Alex, I’m not that adventurous, my lyrics literally say ‘I’m vanilla baby’.”

“Well, I might have put an idea in your head that you’ll want to try with her later.”

“Nope.”

“Favorite sex position?”

“Do you…. Do you not know what they call me?” Jack curiously asked her in disbelief.

“No, what do they call you?”

“Missionary Jack.”

“Please shut up because literally no one calls you that, you call yourself that.”

“I swear that’s what they call me!”

“And who gave you that nickname?”

“If it was someone other than my wife then that’s a problem. She’s called me that since forever.”

“What do you like about it?”

“It’s underrated on so many levels. I swear my triplets were conceived in missionary. Because here’s my thing, I’m face to face with her, at one point her ankles are going to be behind her head or on top of my shoulders and I’m going the fuck in.”

“Well damn, what’s her favorite position? I’m going to get her on here, but I want to hear it from you.”

“She likes to think that she’s in control, so she likes to ride me. But she knows who runs this shit. My kids aren’t the only ones who call me daddy.” Jack responded while smirking and all Alex did was playfully roll her eyes.

“Your wife is going to get you for that one and I’m going to let her have at it.”

“Yeah that’s how it all starts and it’ll end with me fucking her brains out like it always does.”

“You’re going to be in for it when this is over. Hmm, kinks?”

“I love praising her because I know it makes her reach her peak faster, but definitely a spit kink.”

“OH! TELL ME MORE! I am intrigued!”

“Alex, you are funny as shit.”

“I’m serious! Out with it.”

“Spitting in her mouth and watching her swallow it.”

“Are you sure you’re as vanilla as you say you are, because? Yeah I’m going to need wifey here to get her perspective. Do you think she’s ever faked an orgasm while you were in her? Would you be able to tell?”

“I know her body inside and out and she better not do that shit and have me find out about it. But, I don’t think she has.”

“Hand jobs, blow jobs?”

“Fuck yeah, I love me a good hand job or blow job.”

“Craziest place that you’ve gotten one or had sex period?”

“On a plane to Australia. We thought everyone was asleep, but of course everyone except Urb. This was what I meant when he is always getting caught in the middle of some shit that has nothing to do with him. It was difficult because I’m so tall, but we made it work.”

“What would an erotic vacation look like for you?”

“Definitely fucking her brains out non stop in some tropical ass location. We’re not leaving our room for the entire time that we’re there.”

“Ooohh, now if you could have sex in any location in the world, where would it be?”

“Hmm, I never really thought about it. Maybe some exotic ass shit like behind a waterfall or something. But, I was also thinking the white house lawn because I don’t mind an audience.”

“NOT THE WHITE HOUSE LAWN!”

“YOU ASKED!” 

“Have you ever had or thought about trying tantric sex?”

“I’ve never really thought much about it, but I would have to do my research. If wifey wants it, I’m down.”

“She really does wear the pants in your relationship, huh?”

“Alex, like I said before, you’re funny and no she doesn’t.”

“I literally do not think that anyone will agree with you. If I were to do a poll right now, everyone will probably say that she does.”

“I let her think that she does.”

“Mmm hmm, sure. Now what is your dirtiest sexual fantasy?”

“I don’t even know since I’m pretty adventurous when it comes to it and not many things are off limits.”

You had just gotten to the hotel that Jack was staying at while he was filming for his episode of the Call Her Daddy podcast when you decided to surprise him. He had been going non stop since the release of his new single and getting ready to go on The Kentucky Tour. 

Of course Urban was with him and sent you a text saying that he was almost done and you promptly took a quick shower and slipped on one of Jack’s favorite lingerie sets which happened to be black and purple. You threw on your black silk robe in case you got cold and simply laid out on the bed and played on your phone waiting for your husband. 

You had fallen asleep waiting for him when you felt him reach down and place a kiss on your lips and your eyes fluttered open.

“What are you doing here?” He playfully asked as he was now kneeling on the bed in front of you and playing with the ties on your black silk robe.

“I wanted to surprise my husband since he’s been working so hard and I figured you would want a little time to have me to yourself.” You answered while motioning for him to lean down so that you could kiss him which he quickly did.

As Jack deepened the kiss, he took the opportunity to undo your robe and took in the sight of you in front of him.

“A sight that I can never get tired of seeing.”

He started to kiss down your neck when you lightly pushed him away from you and flipped the two of you over as you went to undo his pants and slide down his boxer briefs.

“Last night on the phone with you wasn’t enough and I decided that I wanted you in my mouth as soon as possible.”

The night before, Jack was complaining about missing you so just like you had done many times before, you gave him a show which ended up with him cumming multiple times as he watched you. 

Jack had now tossed his shirt to the other side of the room and you had gotten his boxer briefs completely off before taking him in your mouth painfully slow making him grab the back of your head and buck his hips towards you.

“Baby, do not fucking tease me right now. All I basically did was talk about how good I fuck you in that podcast and we need to get to it before I fucking bust. This shit is starting to hurt and take that lingerie off.” Jack whined as you were making yourself comfortable.

Before taking him back in your mouth, you did as you were told.

“Patience, my love. You know that I’m always going to make it worthwhile.” You answered him as you went back to pleasuring him with your mouth and your eyes began to water as you felt him reach the back of your throat.

You were taking your slow sweet time and even though Jack was getting annoyed, he was in entirely too much pleasure to say anything at the moment knowing that when he finally did cum in your mouth that it would be worth it.

“Ahh fuck. Come on baby, go a little faster than that.” Jack pleaded with you, but then you took him out of your mouth and went to the edge of the bed and laid down upside down.

“Get over here and face fuck me then.” You said while giggling and Jack wasted no time getting in front of you and sliding himself back into your mouth while throwing his head back in pleasure.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, ohhhh shiiiiit.”

Jack had now taken a hold of both sides of your face and began moving in and out of your mouth as you reached down to play with your clit knowing that if he saw you playing with yourself that he would cum faster.

“Come on baby, open that pretty mouth of yours wider for me. You can take more of me, you’re doing such a good job.”

You did as you were told and inserted two fingers while still continuing to play with your clit with the opposite hand as you felt the spit from your mouth leaking down the sides of it.

“You playing with your pussy for me? Add another finger for daddy.” 

Listening to Jack, you added another finger as he reached down to spit on your clit which made you increase the pace of your fingers.

You couldn’t help but to moan while Jack was still in your mouth and knew that you were going to reach your peak soon.

And as if right on cue, you heard Jack.

“Fuck, baby.” He tightly held onto you as you hit your peak and felt the cum shooting down your throat and out the sides of your mouth, but you continued sucking him off not showing him any mercy.

“Hold on!”

You shook your head no as you continued to move him in and out of your mouth, but finally let up when you felt another load shoot into your mouth and quickly swallowed it. Jack slightly moved away from you as you sat up and turned around to face him smirking.

“Wait until I get your ass for doing that.” Was all he said as you reached up to kiss him. You caught him off guard as you reached down and slowly began to jerk him off when he broke the kiss and looked down at you.

“Get your ass to the top of the bed and spread your legs so I have enough room.”

You moved until you reached the top as Jack hovered over you and simply looked down at you to admire you.

“What, babe?” You asked as you were now beginning to shy away from him, but all he did was lightly grab your face and kiss you.

“Nothing, it’s just my wife is so gorgeous and I’m about to have her screaming at the top of her lungs with how good I’m about to make her feel.” He answered as he began to rub small circles along your clit and reached down to kiss you while slipping his tongue in your mouth.

When you least expected it, he slowly entered you making you gasp against his lips which he quickly quieted you with another kiss as he began to move.

“Look at my pretty girl taking this dick.”

Jack then lifted your legs so that they were on the top of his shoulders and began pounding into you making you gasp as he caught you in another kiss.

“Shiiiit.” Was all you could mutter as you wrapped your arms around Jack’s neck as both of your noses were touching.

As Jack continued to keep the same pace, he kept his eyes on you and simply smirked.

“Open your mouth.”

You felt warm liquid slide down the back of your throat as he continued to move and place small kisses along your breasts.

On your right breast, he placed a small kiss and bit down and continued to suck on the same spot as you were letting out a series of curses and whimpers.

That was going to leave a mark, but you would deal with that later.

Jack then reached down to play with your clit and he quickly went to suck on your other breast knowing that he would have you come undone in front of him in less than a minute.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Jack then felt a rush of warm liquid hit the bottom part of his stomach and smirked as he reached up to kiss you.

As you were slowing down your breathing, Jack continued to rub small circles along your clit while kissing down your neck.

Once you felt that you recovered enough, you reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube that you had brought and handed it to Jack as you moved to get on all fours. 

All he did was smirk at you before opening the bottle as you were making yourself comfortable in front of him.

You had only done anal a handful of times, but you found yourself wanting it more and more lately and of course, Jack wasn’t opposed.

“Baby, remember you have to relax so I can get in easier.” You heard him say as he was getting ready behind you.

“Yes, I know.” You softly answered as you felt the tip.

Jack noticed he was meeting resistance so he added more lube and had you arch your back a little bit more before trying again.

He was moving in slowly and didn’t hear anything from you which had him concerned and he simply stopped.

“Baby, you okay? You aren’t saying anything.”

“I’m fine, just keep going.”

After a few minutes, he was fully in and gave you a minute to adjust and made sure that you were okay.

“You ready for me to move?”

All you did was nod towards him as you felt him moving in and out of you.

“You’re doing so good, you’re doing so good for me baby. Arch your back a tiny bit more.”

Complying, you slowly but surely started to notice how good it felt as Jack reached down and you felt him insert what felt like a vibrator in you. 

You had no idea when he had time to get it, but you weren’t in any way, shape, or form complaining. 

“Babeee, oh fuck.”

“Got a new toy to use on you.”

Between the vibrator and Jack pleasuring you, you felt your legs begin to get weak and the perfect arch that you had once had was forgotten as you were trying to hold yourself up.

Jack noticed this and instead of turning the vibrator down and decreasing his pace, he did the opposite and turned it up while increasing his pace making you scream out.

“Baby…. Mmm… fuck I can’t…”

“Yes you can and you will, arch your back for me. Such a good girl.”

Jack reached down to play with your clit and your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks making you scream out as he slid out and released all over your back.

He then slid the vibrator out of you as you collapsed on your stomach and reached down to kiss your neck.

“You okay, down there? You were so good for me.”

You let out something of a groan letting him know that you were okay and he instantly laughed while sliding off the bed and pulling you by the ankles so that you were at the end of the bed and Jack was on his knees.

“Get on your knees for me because we are nowhere near done.”

This made you do a double take as you looked back at him in confusion.

“You didn’t think you were about to come all this way and I wasn’t going to taste my wife’s pussy, did you? Spread them damn legs.”

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pairings: modern!bestfriend!Eddie x bisexual!fem!reader

plot: you and Eddie decide to have a calm day before your Christmas party. and, for the first time since you met this year, you find clarity.

cw: cannabis consumption, nicotine indulgence, a dash of spice, gentle angst

wc: 3.2k

note: this is a one-off of my High Tolerance series, as well as my submission for @littlexdeaths's Christmas Event, choosing prompt 10: ghosts of Christmas past. I love you, Mari. Merry Chrysler <3

This is a Christmas present for one of my lovely best friends, @jo-harrington who has made a huge impact in my life, my heart, and my writing. Thank you for all the love you've shown me. I don't take any of it for granted.

“No, what I’m saying is that I think a man is lame if he won’t let a woman peg him.”

“That’s over dramatic.”

“What, you don’t agree with me?”

“No, I just think you’re simplifying it.”

“Are you saying that you wouldn’t let a woman peg you?”

“I didn’t say that.” 

“Ha!”

Eddie shook his head, carrying the last of the Kroger bags to your kitchen. “Listen, all I’m saying is that I don’t think you can judge someone like that. What if they’re straight?”

You took two of the heavier bags from him before placing them on the counter. “Well then I have more incentive to judge.” He rolled his eyes. “Would you go close the door?”

“You’re ruthless. Absolutely not,” he responded before doing exactly what you asked.

Eddie had been a big help, prepping for your Christmas party the following night as co-hosts. The decision on where to hold it was easy: your apartment was slightly bigger than his, not to mention Eddie was still figuring out how to decorate his new apartment.

Steve and Robin offered, but Eddie had been adamant that it was him and his Weirdo who would do the best job. The A-List guest list consisted of you two, Steve, Robin, Gareth, Grant, and Jeff. 

While you’d gone home to see your mom and sister for Thanksgiving, Eddie’s bandmates had surprised him with the news that they were officially planning to move to Atlanta after college graduation in May. Thus, you'd been left to your own devices until now.

Eddie had made the first few weeks of December as festive as possible, surprising you with peppermint hot chocolates and the worst Christmas movies you’d ever seen. You’d begged him for a classic, like Elf or It’s a Wonderful Life, but he’d strategically saved those for the week of Christmas itself. 

Without any explanation, Eddie pulled something out of his tote bag. It was a small box, wrapped in red and white striped wrapping paper with a ridiculously big bow on top.

You scowled at him. “Eddie. No.”

He grinned. “Yes.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Shaking your head, you stated, “We said no presents.”

An overdramatically apologetic expression filled his face. “My fingers crossed unexpectedly when we said that.”

“That’s very convenient.”

“I thought so, too.”

He was insufferable.

You sighed, raising your hands. “Eddie, I can’t accept it.” Before you could think to move, he grabbed your hand and shoved it into your palm. “It’s already in your hand.”

Groaning, you conceded. “Fine! Fine.”

“Yes!” he exclaimed before shoving his hands behind his back, failing to hide his smile.

Rolling your eyes, you tore the paper and delved inside.

“It’s…oil,” you stated.

Eddie raised his pointer finger, catching your attention. “A very specific kind of oil. Delta-8.”

“Did you give me drugs for Christmas?” you asked.

“There’s no better time.” He wasn’t wrong. “Besides, you’re making that beer cheese and I thought it’d go great.”

“That’s perfect, actually,” you said seriously. “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

“You know, I have a secret.”

Pages ripped from your latest notebook rested in your pocket. Actually, they weren’t exactly restful. They felt quite restless, burning a hole in your pants and your mind. The ink clogged your throat, the words swirling together in your head, preventing any clarity from forming. 

“Which is?”

Here this guy was, your certified best friend standing beside you after a year and a half of silence. His presence in your life came with open arms and a struggle for pure vulnerability. You’d had your moments over the last seven months, what with your pasts coming up and all of the memories that felt like stories the moment they were shared. 

Give it to him, you thought. Come on, do it.

“I actually had all of my toes crossed when we said no presents,” you said finally, fingers reaching toward your back pocket. 

His eyebrows lifted. “That’s very convenient.”

“Yeah, I thought so, too.”

The pads of your fingertips grazed the paper gently before you reached around him to grab a tiny cardboard box resting on your kitchen table.

Coward.

“How did I not notice that?” he asked, taking it from you.

You shrugged. “I’m the master of disguise.”

“Clearly,” he muttered before opening the top of the box slowly. He made a show of it, closing one eye and trying to peer into the darkness. You giggled as soon as he saw what was inside.

“A joint, huh?” You nodded, biting your lip. “All for me?”

“All for you.”

He placed a hand on his chest, giving you a big smile. “That’s extremely heartfelt, sweetheart. Thank you.”

You tried to keep your smile from faltering, that note starting to singe your skin through the denim. 

Give it to him, you thought again. Do it. Do it now.

“Do you want some beer cheese?” you asked.

“Under one condition,” he said, holding up a finger. Your eyebrow quirked up. “You can’t down it like you did last time.”

You scoffed. “Oh, come on! That’s not fair!”

“Those are the rules, Weirdo.”

“Ugh,” you grumbled. “Fine. Come on.”

Eddie had been shocked when you picked him up. Your face was nearly bare, wearing neutral eye shadow fading into a charcoal gray with thin-winged eyeliner and maroon lipstick. It was the first time he’d seen you without eyes completely coated in darkness. 

It was startling.

You were dazzling.

Donning a black turtleneck, jeans, and combat boots, you flitted around your kitchen as you measured how much oil you’d pour into the cheese. 

And, okay. Eddie didn’t mean to look at your ass. Scouts honor. However, you bent down to grab a pot from your cabinet and he couldn’t help but look. He could admire how well your jeans fit you, couldn't he?

In the midst of his perusing, he noticed paper in your back right pocket. He found it curious. It couldn’t have been your grocery list—you’d used your Notes app for that. What were you hiding?

“When do the boys come in?” you asked.

Eddie blinked, tearing his eyes away just in time to meet yours. “Oh, the band?” You nodded before turning the burner on low. “Uh, yeah. They come in at nine-thirty tomorrow.”

“And you’re sure you wanna sleep over tonight?”

He shrugged. “Only if you want to.”

“We’ll see if I get sick of you by then.”

Eddie snorted before moving past you to grab some Pringles from your cabinet. “After my killer present? Nah, I don’t think so, sweetheart.”

“Don’t sweetheart me, mister,” you said playfully before gasping. He jumped back just in time as you thrusted a cheese-covered wooden spoon in his direction. “Damn, Eddie, get your own Pringles! Those are for the party!”

He moved to the back corner of the kitchen, quickly shoving a Pringle in his mouth. As he held the can like it was the Ark of the Covenant, he grinned at you before giving a chip a rather loud crunch.

“That fucking does it!” you exclaimed, leaping towards him.

The two of you fought to claim the Pringles can for yourselves. Eddie couldn’t help but giggle the entire time, loving each touch you shared, even if it was so you could hit him. 

He was grateful he’d met you. There was something extraordinary about the way you fell into each other, effortless in nature. The hesitation you once held with one another had dethawed, replaced with a promise that you’d catch each other when you fell. Even now, after you nearly slipped onto the floor.

Eddie caught you, arm scooping under your waist just in time before your head met the tile.

Maybe there was a time and a place to say how he felt. Maybe it could be today or tomorrow after the party. Christmas morning or New Year’s Eve. But when he gazed into your bewildered eyes, he reflected on everything you’d opened up to him about over the last seven months. The pain, the betrayal. You needed a friend, not another messy situation that would ultimately hurt you. 

So, for now, he focused on the here and now. And by the end of the night, he’d solve the case of the mysterious note.

The south didn’t do snow. 

It was a made up concept, some nearly forgotten folklore created when a hint of ice formed along mountainsides and frozen faucets. When it came to winter, the grass resembled wheat and the spindly trees towered above the cities. 

And there you were with Eddie, out on your tiny balcony as you had your nightly cigarette and waited for spiked cheese to kick in.

Eddie had been rambling about a few lines of his latest song that he couldn’t quite make right, needing a better word than beaming that still held two syllables.

You’d stared out at the street, but something happened the moment you looked back at him. He was leaning against the railing, going back and forth from placing his unlit cigarette between his teeth and removing it so he could talk. Your gaze fell to his lips, watching his constant back and forth.

For a moment, perhaps in a trick of the light, an image flashed in your mind. Eddie on his knees, hands curling around your thick thighs, smirking up at you with a look of mischief. His eyes, alight with darkness that swirled into something magnificent before dipping his head under your skirt and pressing a kiss against your— 

Then it was gone, replaced with Eddie’s final attempt to put the cigarette between his teeth and light the damn thing. The second he let out his first wave of smoke, you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

Because you were starting to think about his mouth around something else.

“Flaring?” he pondered, taking another thoughtful drag. 

The chill of forty degree weather did nothing to stop the fire rushing to your core. His unoccupied hand bounced along the railing as he thought. There was a crude kind of desire in you to grab it and place it against the ache, relieving the tension that was starting to twist inside you.

“Flooding?” 

The wetness sat in your underwear, diabolically abandoned by the man in front of you who continued rambling on. The wind rustled his hair, sending wisps into his mouth that he had to pull away. Why weren’t your fingers tugging at the strands, claiming his lips with your own?

Your impulse control felt, well, out of control. 

“Surging?”

The racing of your heart was made worse the harder you pulled on that cigarette, the clouds you created only growing. But there was an emotion billowing in that smoke, signaling to you that something had shifted.

You had shifted, as quickly as the season. 

Seven months. Three seasons.

Not nearly enough time to catch your bearings or build a stable foundation. However, you were starting to notice more and more that there was something else hiding behind every sleepover and good morning text. 

This was an awakening.

An awakening that was surely going to ruin everything.

But when he asked what you thought of blazing instead of beaming, your heart fluttered and you answered without hesitation, “It’s perfect.”

Eddie watched with amusement as you floundered over the kitchen table like a fish, definitely feeling the effects of the beer cheese. You were starting to look like an inflatable balloon man on his final wave.

“We…” you trailed, holding up your pointer finger. “Weeee need to put up decorations.”

He laughed, leaning over to boop you on the nose. “Yooou need a timeout, Weirdo.”

You let out a sound resembling a growl. “Noooo.”

“Did you just growl at me?” he asked.

Shrugging, you poked him repeatedly before letting out another growl. “Bark, bark,” you said, lowering the pitch of your voice. “Hiss, hiss.”

“You’re fucked, sweetheart,” he commented, grabbing your finger and placing it back on the table.

Your eyes widened slightly before you snorted and waved your hand around. “Get your head out of the gutter, Munson.”

Before he could respond, your fingers were moving back to him, snatching his hand and holding it firmly. Seemingly without thought, you brought it up to your mouth and pretended to bite him. Eddie tried to yank it back, but you were surprisingly strong, lips hovering over his skin.

In a quick flicker, Eddie found himself lost in an image of your teeth clamping down on his throat, wrists caught in your grasp as you pinned him to your bed. You, grinding your hips against his in a frenzy, chasing friction as he bucked in an attempt to reach the same release. 

What he wouldn’t give for you to draw blood.

“Oh, so now you’re a vampire?” he asked with a cough, trying not to let the pink meet his cheeks. Or his poor dick.  

Without a word, you gave him a smirk and bit him.

Eddie jumped with a yelp, almost knocking his chair over if it hadn’t been for your death grip.

You let out one of the loudest guffaws he’d ever heard, warming his heart as he settled back into his wobbly chair. He couldn’t help but laugh along, but he unfortunately couldn’t keep his cock from getting hard.

What was it about you that drove him fucking insane?

“You’re so easy to freak out,” you said with a toothy smile, running your thumb over the bite mark you’d left behind.

Or just easy to turn on, he thought.

In the minutes that passed, you sat in silence, mutually gentle as you enjoyed your shared high. He studied your mark on him, the curve of each individual tooth imprinted on the skin between his thumb and pointer finger. If only he could keep it from returning to normal. 

If only he could tell you how he felt.

“You’re holding my hand,” he observed quietly.

“Oh! Sorry,” you replied softly. But you didn’t release your grasp.

Eddie chuckled, face growing hot as he tried his hand at bravery. “You’re all good. It’s cute.”

“Cute?” you asked, lifting your head from the table. 

He shrugged. “Yeah, I’d say so.”

“I like your hand. It’s warm,” you mumbled. Your tracing became languid, slow and gentle.

“Yeah?” His breath was starting to go ragged, entirely blown away by your forward nature. Of course, he knew it was because of the weed. That’s all it was to you. But, to him, it meant everything. He never wanted you to stop.

You nodded. “Yeah. It feels really nice. Softer than I expected.”

Then a thought bloomed.

“Can I ask you a very stupid question?”

“Always.”

The knuckles on his unoccupied hand drummed against the table as he asked, “What’s in your back pocket?”

Your head snapped up. “Eddie…”

“Is it bad?” You avoided his gaze. “You’re making it sound like a ransom note or nuclear codes.”

“No, that’s not…” you trailed before sighing. “That’s not it.”

Eddie watched as you deflated, shoulders hunching forward. What was going on?

“Then what is it?”

You barely gave him a glance before averting your gaze again. “I wrote you a note but I’m too scared to give it to you.”

“Why?”

“It’s cheesy.” Your hand retreated from his, leaving his palm to freeze instantly. “But sometimes if I’m not sure what to do for presents, I like to write notes. It’s just, after a while, I decided not to give it to you.”

“You could read it to me.”

Scoffing, your tone grew sarcastic. “Read it? Right. Sure.”

“Come on, Weirdo.” You bit your lip. “Do it for the spirit of Christmas.”

“Absolutely not.”

“If not for Santa, then for me.”

That’s when he finally found your eyes, pooling with indecision. 

Without a word, you stood up and pulled the paper out of your back pocket.

“Eddie,” you started, sending flutters to his chest immediately. “I know that we haven’t been friends for a year yet, but you’re probably the best friend I’ve ever had.” He watched you take a deep breath, desperate to see what was settling in your eyes. “I don’t say this to put pressure on you, but to tell you that your…” another deep breath, “friendship has changed my life.”

Your glossy eyes lifted. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I can’t finish this,” you replied. 

Eddie felt his heart crumble the second you crushed the paper between your fingers. He jumped up immediately, quick to try and grab the note. 

“Hey, don’t do that,” he whispered, shaking his head. You took a step back, mirroring his action. “Come on, it’s not stupid. I wanna know what else you have to say.”

“It’s cheesy.”

“It’s genuine.”

He went to take it again, but you moved your hand away.

“It’s unoriginal.”

“It’s authentic.”

One more attempt at snagging the note resulted in you taking three steps back. “I hate Christmas,” you whispered. Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie found your hands shaking. “I can’t control the passage of time and whether you’re going to be here next year or not. What if I give this to you and then in six months you realize how stupid I am and you just go?”

He said your name gently, but you shook your head.

“I can see it now, you know? You’ll find the note lodged in some pocket somewhere and wonder how it got there. And you’ll be so livid that you’ll go and set it on fire and light your cigarette with the flame.”

Before you could continue your dark forebodings, Eddie fingers wrapped around your trembling, tight-knuckled fist. The contact set him ablaze as he felt the tension build. Here you two were, connected by a bittersweet tug of war.

“Hey,” he whispered, trying to keep his voice steady. But how could he? You were searching his eyes, crestfallen and confused. He could say the same for himself. “I know it sucks to open up to people you don’t know are gonna stay.”

He heard the catch in your breath before tears fell down your cheeks.

“I’m here to stay,” he said, more confident now. “You’re not sick of me yet, are you?”

You suddenly chuckled, shaking your head as you wiped your tears away. “Anything but.”

“Then there’s nothing to worry about, okay?” You nodded, tucking your crimson lips inward, disappearing into your mouth as if you were ridding yourself of speech for his sake. “Let this Christmas be this Christmas.”

“Okay.”

“And then we’ll get super cross-faded tomorrow night and then we’ll get cross-faded on New Year’s—” A watery laugh rippled through you, piercing the air and his heart. Finally, his favorite sound. “Then we’ll just keep going and figure shit out along the way. Sound cool?”

“Yeah. Sounds cool.”

Eddie didn’t know what to do next, refusing to think before he enveloped you in a tight hug. Your arms quickly squeezed him back, exchanging heartbeats under thick sweaters.

“You know what?” Eddie asked, resting his chin on your head. “I think you’ve earned a good holiday movie.”

“Which is?” you asked, voice muffled in his shirt.

The edges of Eddie’s lips quirked up as he said, “When Harry Met Sally.”

[girliism]

LAST CHRISTMAS.

pairing: tashi duncan x reader

summary: in which tashi goes back home for christmas.

note: childhood friends that fell out to lovers, it’s 2013, use of y/n, tashi sexuality confrontation, ugly sweater party, me yearning to experience my childhood christmas again is manifested in light shows and tree mazes, semi proof read but only the beginning, word count idk i wrote this on tumblr but it’s kinda long (sorry), divider by @ issysh3ll

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it’s cold. that’s the first thing tashi thinks when she steps out of her car and onto the snowy driveway of her childhood home. she hasn’t spent a christmas here since she left for college, but all the decorations are the same. save for the mini tree that her younger self would personally decorate. that was missing.

—

“tashi!” her mother greeted her at the front door. “we’re so happy to have you back this year.” it’s warm now, with the heat coming from inside the house and her mothers arms wrapped around her. she felt at home.

“we’re so glad you decided to come.”

“you’ve been gone so long.”

“how was the drive?”

“oh, tash we missed you last year.”

her family spoke all at once to her as her mother placed another plate of food in front of her. “you must be hungry from the drive.” she had said.

tashi answered their questions with a smile, just glad none of them had asked about art yet.

“so, where’s my future son in law? will he be joining us later?” she felt the eyes of her mom, dad, and little brothers staring her down. tashi harshly swallowed the food in her mouth before placing her fork down. she knew what they were expecting to hear, and it was not…

“we decided to call off the engagement.”

no one said anything, they just looked at her, processing what she had said. “good, i always knew he was a douche.” her little brother said, breaking the silence. “nico!” her mom let out a groan, smacking him on the head. she watched her scold him for the comment he made. he sent her a wink and tashi gave him a nod, silently thanking him for taking the focus off her and the bomb she just dropped.

—

tashi tucked herself into her old bed. her room hadn’t changed a bit, the same poster still littered her walls, fairy lights she put up at thirteen still working to make her room feel a little less dark.

her dad and brothers were gone by the time she woke up, only her mother sat in the kitchen writing what she assumed was a christmas dinner menu.

“morning.”

“good morning honey, how was your sleep.” tashi made her way to the coffee maker.

“good.”

her mom watched her move about the kitchen. filling up her cup with coffee, opening the cabinet to grab a bowl and some cereal then to the fridge for some milk. after assembling her breakfast tashi could still feel her mothers eyes on her. tashi slowly brought her graze from her bowl to her mom.

they had a silent staring match. tashi could tell her mom was holding back from asking her about what she said last night.

tashi rolled her eyes. “ok, go on, ask.” tashi’s mom shook her head turning her attention back to her menu pretending not to know what she was talking about. “i don’t know what you’re referring too.” another eye roll. “mom.” her mom let out a sigh taking off her glasses. “ok, fine. what happened? you two were perfectly in love the last time i saw you, and now you’re no longer together?”

she understood her mother’s confusion. on paper her and art were perfectly in love but behind closed doors tashi felt like she was trying to keep up with art’s affection for her. it also didn’t help that she made an unforgivable mistake in atlanta that still eats her up inside two years later.

“the engagement itself was already kinda rushed and after awhile it stopped feeling….right. i guess.” in the beginning tashi was happy to be engaged but then the more she thought about it the more out of control she felt, like she was suffocating. the title of future mrs. art donaldson reaching out and choking her.

tashi shrugged playing with the now soggy cereal in her bowl. “it was a clean break up. art was upset, i mean who wouldn’t be. but he uh… wants me to keep coaching him so i guess he doesn’t completely hate me.” she let out a sighed laugh. “oh, tash.” her mom placed her hand on top of tashi’s fidgeting one. “the two of you are so young anyway. and hey, if it ever starts feeling right again there’s still time.” tashi gave her mom a sad forced smile.

the air around them had turned all depressing and sad until her mom cleared her throat. “on a happier note. dad put an order out for a mini tree that’s waiting to be picked up. usually we’d go get and decorate it ourselves, but you’re here now and we thought maybe you could revive this old tradition?” her mom poked lightly at her cheeks with a small smile.

“yeah, i’d like that.”

—

tashi left her mom to go shopping while she made her way to tree shop across the street.

the smell of pine from the array of christmas trees took her back to when she was younger. running through the maze of giant trees with her brothers while her parents bought the tree.

“tashi?”

a voice calls her name. a voice she hasn’t heard in over seven years.

tashi turned around to be faced with you.

you had been coming back from helping a family load a tree into their car where you saw a tall figure standing near the entrance. you were going to pass her off as just another costumer but the way she was standing always with perfect posture felt too familiar.

“tashi, wow. i thought that was you. what are you doing back home?”

“y/n, hey.” after all these years your name felt for so foreign on her tongue. “i’m just back for the holidays.” tashi hadn’t prepared for this interaction. which she probably should have since this is your families christmas tree farm she’s shopping at.

you smile at her. you had stopped expecting tashi to come back after the first two years you spent knocking on the duncan’s door, not so discreetly asking if tashi was home. but she was here now and you had really missed her, even after everything.

tashi cleared her throat. “so, your dad still making you work.” you huffed a little laugh. “yeah, expect now he actually has to pay me.” having a family business that thrived during christmas ment spending your winter break freezing your ass off in a little christmas tree outfit, or twirling a sign, to now helping sell actual trees.

“it really isn’t that bad-”

“tashi duncan is that you?” a loud voice cut you off, turning your focus from each other and onto the person it belonged too. your dad.

“yes, sir it’s me.” tashi made her way towards him. “how have you been?” your dad immediately pulled her in for a hug, catching her off guard. “how have i been? no, how have you been? gosh it’s been years. you know, y/n complains constantly about how we had lost you to the superficial california life.” he let out a full belly laugh. tashi’s eyes flicked towards where you were standing, cheeks showcasing a slightly blush that’s could either be from the cold or embarrassment.

your dad turned to look at you. “y/n, why don’t you go and get tashi her tree while we catch up.” the man gave you no room to argue back, with an eye roll you stomped your way through the snow.

when you come back, your dad and tashi were laughing like a pair of old friends. topbled over clutching their stomach, you could hear their mixed laughter from the few feet away that you were.

“i got the tree.”

you and tashi carried the tree across the street to her car yourselves. her at one end you at the other. you could see her breath in the the cold air whenever she huffed.

the back door to her car is slammed shut after the tree is mounted onto the top of her roof.

“well, it was really nice seeing you again tashi.” the smile you gave her was tight lipped. “don’t be a stranger.”

tashi watched you walk away and it was giving her a sick sense of deja vu.

“y/n.”

you stopped and turned around.

“did you wanna help me decorate this tomorrow?”

it was a childish ask, helping decorate a tree but tashi was desperate. desperate to keep talking to you, desperate to try and mend the one good thing she once had.

“i don’t have anything better to do.”

numbers were exchanged and goodbyes were said. you made your way back across the street leaving tashi at her car.

“hey, was that y/n?” tashi’s mom came back with groceries in her hand. her voice snapping tashi out of her head. “huh? oh, yeah it was.” her mom opened the car door, dropping the bags inside. “hm, she was always a nice girl.”

—

you sat in your car outside tashi house, your thumbs anxiously drumming on the steering wheel. you eyed your watch a couple times until the hands read 12:00 before stepping out into the cold.

even in the day time the duncan’s lavishly decorated house looked amazing. candy cane sticks stuck out of the ground lining the driveway all the way up to the porch.

three knocks were delivered onto the door. you waited, staring down at the brown mat when the door opened.

“give me just one minute i’ll be right out.” tashi told you, disappearing back into her house.

you’ve done this a million times in your youth. waiting outside on the porch swing for tashi so the two of you can go play. old habits must die hard, because here you were falling into easy motion of swaying back and forth. the wood creaking every so often while you waited.

tashi finally stepped out in a white north face coat with matching gloves. she was carrying a big box full of christmas tree decorations, a wide smile on her face.

you silently wrapped the tree with light while tashi kneeled over the box rifling through the balls of ornaments, picking whatever caught her eye.

you cleared your throat. “so, what’s life like for you nowadays.”

tashi hummed, thinking back on her day to day. she’d wake up unbelievable early, train with art, take a break to answer emails and check schedules, another training session with art, have dinner together, then do it all over again tomorrow.

“to be honest, really fucking boring.” you both laughed.

“what, not having fun planing your wedding?” you cringed at how your words came out a lot snarky then intended.

tashi sighed, standing up and walked over to you with four ornaments in her hand. she passed two to you. “that’s actually not happening anymore.” she spoke softly, dropping one of the shiny plastic balls onto the tree.

“oh.” you bit at your lip and mumbled. “sorry.” tashi just shrugged.

“at least now you don’t have to send me a pity invite.” you joked, trying to lighten the mood. which seemed to work because tashi shot you the look she always gave when you would distract her. that unimpressed, slightly amused look that had you biting back a smile.

“shut up. you would have gotten a real invite.”

you gasped overly dramatic placing a hand over your heart. “are you saying i was really on the guest list?”

“of course you were.” tashi scoffed. “you’re supposed to my maid honor. remember.” she nudged your shoulder.

like most girls, you and tashi spent a lot of time planning your weddings. tashi’s wedding would be first then yours the day after because having a wedding on the same day was cliche in tashi’s eyes. though you wanted the wedding to take place on the same day for a totally different reason.

“i also remember you wanting a pink wedding dress. does that still stand?” tashi let out a loud laugh, shaking her head. “god no!”

the rest of the decorating went on like that. light laughs and joking until if was time to put on the star.

you passed the star off to tashi but she pushed back into your hands. “you put it on.” she insisted. you shook your head. “it’s your tree, you should but the star on.” tashi sigh obnoxiously, putting her hands on your shoulder. “exactly, it’s my tree meaning my rules and i want you to put it on.”

she was looking you right in the eyes and it was making your beat a little faster than normal. never being able to deny tashi, you place the star right on the head of the tree. “pretty.” tashi muttered, looking at the newly decorated tree while you looked at her. “yeah, pretty.”

tashi walked you to your car. “so, are you coming tomorrow?” tomorrow. the duncan’s annual christmas eve ugly sweater party. “yeah, i’ll be the one in the ugly sweater.” tashi laughed again and this was probably the most she’s laughed in the past year. “i’ll keep a look out.” you nodded and got in your car.

—

“do you think i should have brought more wine?”

“mom.”

“honey, one bottle is more than enough.”

“i should’ve brought the rosé”

you rolled your eyes as you mom argues with herself over which alcoholic beverage she should have brought.

the front door to the duncan house opened. tashi parents greeted yours then pointed you in the direction of the kitchen where tashi was.

inside the house was warm from the fireplace burning and the amount of bodies in it. christmas music played throughout the home and you followed the smell of gingerbread to find tashi hunched over a freshly baked try.

“nice sweater.” you said loudly over all the music and talking.

tashi playfully rolled her eyes at you. she knew her sweater her wasn’t nice it was incredibly cheesy, santa playing tennis. typical. “not as nice as yours.” she pointed out, handing you a glass of eggnog.

“doesn’t get as nice as santa on a stripper pole, does it.” you took a sip of the obviously spiked drink. tashi shook her head smiling and you couldn’t help but smile as well.

the party went on as it does every year. very intense games of charades are played, the team with you and tashi winning multiple times. the adults getting way to hyped on the spiked eggnog causing a very unserious but very heated discussion on what christmas movie is truly the best.

“you wanna get out of here.” you jumped at the sound of tashi’s voice echoing through your ears. you look up at where she was standing above you nodding her head to the back door she started walking towards.

you slowly slipped out your chair, grabbing your shoes from the front door and making your way to the kitchen, slipping out the doors to find tashi waiting for you.

snow covered the entire ground and in the distance sat the treehouse tashi’s dad built her years ago. it was still standing, looking in perfectly good shape. you eyed the treehouse then tashi, nudging her shoulder.

“last one there is a rotten egg.” you stated. tashi gave you a competitive look wasting no time bursting out in a sprint to the treehouse. you immediately chased after her, the cold wind blowing against your face. you won by a landslide, climbing up the ladder and into the house.

“wow.” you muttered to yourself. not a single thing had changed. the same bean bags and drawings filled the tiny space. tashi finally pulled herself up with a slight struggle. she rested her back against one of the walls, her head thrown back and eyes closed as she tried to steady her breath.

you placed yourself next to her watching as her hands massage over her knee. her knee. you knew what happened, everyone knew what had happened.

“does it hurt?” you spoke softly. “sometimes. only if i push myself to far.” you chewed on your bottom lip, a nervous habit you had yet to kick. “i wanted to call you know… when it happened.” tashi scoffed. “yeah, well you didn’t.” you flinched, her words were harsh.

“i know, and i’m sorry for not being there for you. i just—we hadn’t talked since that day.” you sighed, eyes locking with tashi’s brown ones. “i just figured i was the last person you wanted to see.” tashi moved her hand from her knee and slotted your hands together, fingers interlocking. her face was so close to your, noses nearly touching, you could smell the peppermint candy cane she was eating earlier on her breath.

“i wanted you there. god, i wanted you there so badly. probably would have felt less alone.” you squeezed her hand. “i’m here now.”

tashi would probably—definitely hate herself for doing this later but right now it felt right to inch her face closer to yours. you slowly mirroring her movements. your lips so close to touching, eyes closed… then a loud knock rang though the treehouse before the latch in the floor opened causing you and tashi to rip away from each other.

a head of brown curls popped through. “tash, mom’s looking for you, time to say goodbye to guest.” her little brother looked over to you. “hey, y/n.”

“hi, nico.”

the two siblings left the treehouse but you stayed for a while until the cold got unbearable.

“it was such a lovely party, thank you again for having us.” your mother and tashi’s hugged while your dads made plans to get beers together soon. you zipped yourself into your coat, making you way over to tashi.

“bye, tash.” you whispered. she gave you a short wave and closed lip smile. and you and your parents were out the door.

—

it was christmas morning and tashi hadn’t got out of bed yet. all night and all this morning she replayed in her mind what happened, or rather almost happened in the treehouse. what if her brother never interrupted, would she really have kissed you? her train of thought was stopped when her phone pinged with a message from you.

[from: y/n]

good morning, merry christmas.

tashi closed her phone, pressing the palms of her hands into her eyes. she couldn’t respond to you, not yet. not while her was swimming with things she thought she got over.

making her way down the stairs, she could hear laughter coming from the kitchen and elf playing in the background from the living room tv.

“there she is. thought we were gonna have to have breakfast without you.” her mother placed a hand on her cheek and passed her a plate. the both of them moving to join everyone else in the living room.

seating here watching her family open presents, laugh and crack jokes had tashi questioning herself. why had she taken so long to come home?

every year you town sets up a light display where you come drive through and see all the decorations. and every year you and tashi would have your parents drive through the past all the displays before meeting up in the middle where hot chocolate was for a dollar was served.

you didn’t even know if tashi was coming, but you still stood outside the hot chocolate stand with a tiny wrapped present in your hand. then a black suv that you knew belonged to the duncan family pulled up and exited the vehicle, tashi being the last.

she wearing that same north face coat and you made you way to her.

“hey, did you get my message?” tashi hummed. “i did, merry christmas.”

you nodded, taking a deep breath holding out the present you had in your hand for her to take. tashi’s eyes widened as she took the box from you. “oh, you didn’t have to get me anything-” you stopped her. “it’s fine, i technically didn’t get this for christmas. it was the supposed to be the gift i gave you after you won the us open juniors.”

tashi’s heart fell at that. us open juniors. the open she met art and patrick at. the open she practically forbade you from coming to.

—

“ok, so we’re all set. i’ve made the playlist to last us the whole plane ride.”

tashi slammed the truck of her parents car shut before walking over to you. “about that… um, do you mind if you miss this on?”

you stopped what you were doing. “why?”

tashi shrugged, playing with a lose thread on her shirt. “it’s just, i really need to focus and you being there would throw me off.” you rolled you eyes. “i’ve been to every single one of your games, tash. how is this one different?”

tashi really didn’t wanna fight right now she just need you to listen to her. “it just is, ok.”

you narrowed your eyes. “is this about what happened last night? is that why you’re being all weird?” tashi’s head immediately snapped up to look at you. “no!” yes. the kiss that happened the night before had really messed with tashi’s head, a lot more then she could handle. “last night was nothing, it doesn’t have to do with anything. you just distracted me and i can’t afford distractions.”

you scoffed, not having the energy to argue with her. “whatever, tashi. good luck at game.” you walked away from her.

—

that memory played like a movie in tashi’s mind as she looked down at the box in her hand.

“anyways, it’s probably pathetic that i kept it after all these years but i thought you should have it.” you didn’t notice the tears had started to well in tashi’s eyes until she looked up at you. “tash?”

“i’m sorry.” her voice cracked. “i’m sorry for shutting you out like that.” you shook you head with widen eyes. “it’s fine, it’s ok. i’ve gotten over it, really.” you tried to reassure her.

“but it’s not ok. i was mean to you, i basically cut you out of my life because i was scared. scared of what that kiss ment. scared of what would happen after.” she took a deep breath. “i was scared of myself and fucking terrified of my parents. and i took it out on you. you, the only person to this day that makes my stomach feel all weird and my insides warm. so many times i wanted to call you or reach out to you but i kinda thought you hated me-” tashi’s rambling was cut short by your lips on hers. your lips that were warm despite the freezing cold.

for that moment where yours and tashi’s lips moved as one everything felt right, like the last seven years had been leading up to this moment.

tashi broke the kiss to look you in the eye. “sorry for being a bitch to you.” she apologized again, prompting you to roll your eyes. “just so you know i could never hate you.” you bumped your nose on hers. tashi let out a huffed laugh, bringing one of her hands up to your cheek to pull you in for another kiss not caring that you were standing were anyone could see because right now it was just you and her.

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