#but equally he's really good at spotting when to turn it all off and drop character when necessary

[notalexhorne]

One of my favourite things about Taskmaster, and it really doesn't get talked about nearly enough, is the relationship between Greg and the panelists. There is the element that nobody wants to be there sometimes, including Greg and Alex. Nobody's having a good time, and everyone's suffering. It's a mutual case of Stockholm Syndrome, as has been mentioned on the show multiple times.

But the bit I like best is when everyone just becomes sick of one another's bullshit. It's expected for the panel to reach a point where they get sick of one another and threaten to throw down, or tell someone to stuff a satsuma up their ass.

I particularly enjoyed this series crossing a brand new line of Frankie threatening to sue Alex over his terrible wording of a task, and Greg offering to help with the costs. It reminded me of when Greg offered to put his own money toward counselling fees, because there is clearly something wrong with Rhod Gilbert.

But what I love best is that this is a show where the host will tell his contestants to fuck off, or flip them off, pull them to an unlit corner of the stage to give them a personal telling off because they have managed to uniquely irritate him. The moment of silence in series 10, because he's so fucking fed up with how awful all of them are at completing tasks still makes me howl every time I watch it. He instantly regresses five grown adults to school children as soon as he stands up in front of them.

In a vacuum, out of context, it's all dreadfully horrible and toxic, but that's what this entire character is. He's an insane tyrant, and the whole concept of the show hinges on that. What would that insane man want done? And I love how much he leans into it.

[postracehair]

alien

max verstappen x reader | 1k

you and max keep trying to sneak up on each other. 'tis the season, after all.

cw: established relationship, a scary movie, some screams. fluff!

a/n: as sweet as a bag of halloween candy. sue me.

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The first time is an accident. You're looking at your phone, thumbs moving quickly as you round the corner in Max's apartment to the kitchen.

"Do you remember when Alex's party is?" you ask.

No reply.

You look up, brow furrowed. Is it not in here?

Sure enough, Max is in the kitchen, back to you and headphones on as he cracks open some wet food for the cats. His head bops to whatever techno nonsense you're sure he's listening to and it's clear that he has not heard you.

That's fine. You can wait. Elbows on the marble of the kitchen island between you, you admire the line of his shoulders, the way his muscles shift under his t-shirt. He might be between races right now but you know he spent the first few hours of the day training and it shows. Damp hair beneath his headphones from his shower while you were napping, soft pants slung low on his hips.

Max is good looking all the time, and much of the world would agree with you. But this Max is your favorite -- the one very few get to see. Comfortable in his home, dancing in his kitchen while he fixes dinner for his cats.

You're lost in mushy thoughts about how much you love him when he turns around, spots you, and promptly yells.

"Jezus."

It's years of reflex training that prevents him from dropping the bowls he's carrying. They go on the counter and he rips off his headphones, eyes wide and a flush working its way down his neck.

"You scared me," he says. "Fuck."

"Clearly." You try to keep your expression in check but fail very quickly and burst into laughter. "Max, you look like you've seen a ghost."

"I didn't hear you!" he grumbles, forehead on the counter when he bends over to catch his breath. "Christ. Did you need something?"

"I --" You can't stop laughing. "Sorry, just, your face --" You bury your face in your hands and cackle. The cats wander into the kitchen, no doubt hearing the commotion and smelling the food, their meows joining your laughter to fill the apartment.

Fingers poking at your side turn your laughter to shrieks and you find yourself in the circle of Max's arms.

"I should have gotten that on video," you say, gasping for breath as he pinches your hip. "Viral in no time."

"Laugh all you want," he says, lips bushing your temple. "You've started something."

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Max's threat is real but he's remarkably bad at sneaking up on you. October drags on and the next race approaches but you manage to avoid being spooked. He, however, remains your unfortunate victim. When he's coming off of a twitch stream, you wait until he's cut the camera before creeping up behind his chair and whispering in his ear. He almost falls backward onto you.

You wait around corners in the apartment, never doing more than popping out at the right time to say his name, sometimes a cheeky boo. Max is too even-keeled to do more than jerk back or quietly curse, but you know he's waiting to get you back for it.

It takes two weeks. Later, you'll think that you should have seen this coming. You're watching a horror movie, something slightly out of character for you two, but 'tis the season.

"This isn't that scary," you say, hands curled in the blanket on your lap.

Max is actually pretty unbothered, munching on some popcorn, your socked toes tucked under his thigh.

"Well, it's not."

"Yeah," he deadpans. "You look really not scared over there."

You glare at him. On the TV, some unlucky guy creeps around the ship looking for a cat and you know something is going to happen. Cables swing behind him and you pull the blanket up to your chin.

"This poor cat," Max mutters.

Before you can retort, the guy on the screen gets caught by the alien and you scream.

"Not scared, eh?" Max says, his hand curling around your ankle. You ignore him.

The rest of the movie is equally terrifying and you watch it through your fingers. Max's hand tightens every time the alien appears and once the credits roll he lets out a deep breath.

"There are a bunch more," he says as he takes the popcorn bowl to the kitchen. "Should we watch them all?"

You groan and he laughs.

What happens next is mostly an accident. Both of you are going about your nighttime routines, winding down and thinking about the week ahead. You've just put on your pyjamas and headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth, eyes on your feet as you step around the cats.

You look up and see a silhouette in the dark and scream. Like, really scream.

The bathroom light is on in a flash and you see Max's bewildered face, toothbrush in hand.

"I'm sorry," he says through his laughter. "I wasn't even really trying --"

You are trying to catch your breath, hands on your knees as you pant. "Well, you succeeded!"

"Clearly." Your heart is racing and you know it's funny, but you need to stop panicking a little first to feel the humor.

"Liefje," he says. You straighten and he approaches you gently with hands outstretched. He rubs your arms with wide, warm palms, before tugging you to his chest. "Come here."

"Christ," you say into his shirt. "You got me."

"I really did." He drags a hand up and down your spine and you wind your arms around him. "I can feel your heart racing."

"You always make my heart race," you mumble. His chest rumbles with his quiet laugh.

"That was pretty lame," Max says, pressing a kiss to your hairline. "You must be fine if you're flirting."

You pull back and roll your eyes at him. "Can we just go to bed?"

"Now you're really flirting."

"Max!"

He cups your face with both hands, thumbs brushing the delicate skin under your eyes. "Maybe no more scaring, yeah?"

You sigh, injecting it with some extra drama, but nod. "And we're not watching any more of those movies."

Max presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth and agrees.

[sniigura-archive]

night sky

college au! Adam x fem!Reader

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 ; Part 5 ; Masterlist

Summary: Make up, make out- I MEAN!!!

CW/TW/TAGS: SMUT! College Au, Adam is his own warning, semi public sex, misogyny, insecurities on readers side, referenced mental health issues, outdoor sex, squirting, oral sex fem receiving, fingering, controlling behaviour, angst, fighting, making up, manipulative behaviour, jealousy, breeding kink, creampie, tell me if i missed smth

You have been spending an embarrassing amount of time staring into the mirror and stalking Eve’s Instagram account. If anyone ever catches you going insane over a guy like that you would just drop dead on the spot. Not even Judas made you crazy like this.

Part of you feels bad about having violated Adam’s privacy like that. The other part couldn’t give less of a fuck.

He does it all the time so why shouldn’t you??? Equality, or whatever.

After finding the pictures and video on Adam’s phone you have been back on your avoidance trip. You haven’t felt this inadequate before. Well, you have. You haven’t felt this bad in a while. Your careful build up self confidence was gone just like that.

You are pretty sure Adam hates you a bit. It wasn’t bad where you were completely ignoring him. You still text him back (When you feel like it), and talk to him (When he comes to you). He’s becoming restless, you can feel it. Might have to do with the sex ban. Or maybe you keep making excuses about how busy you were.

You tell Adam you’re going to the cafeteria with your friends, and suddenly he’s also there with Lute. Watching you. You work a shift and oh! What a coincidence! He needs to replace his guitar strings! Of course he has to be in the store and talk your ear off your whole shift. Probably has to do with Lucifer turning up that one time.

You text him you can’t hang out, since you have to study in the library. Hanging out just means Adam trying to take your clothes off and you refusing. You can’t stand the idea of not being covered around Adam right now. Wiping Adam’s memory of your body clean would be a dream right now.

Well, you can’t really drown in your insecurities when you keep yourself busy. So you typed away on your laptop, trying to get your last paper for the semester done. You are free after this, all exams are written and assignments submitted. Then you could finally fall into a coma for a week. After that you’re back to working extra shifts for minimum wage with annoying costumers.

Someone pulled out the earphone out of your ear by the cord, you jumped slightly, bashing your knee against the table.

“Motherfu- Adam! Stop sneaking up on me.” You whisper yelled at Adam.

You both were alone in this section, its your hidden little gem. No one around, so technically you could yell at him, but you also don’t want to draw attention to you both.

“Hey, baby. You really know how to make a man search for you. This here your little corner?” He chuckled at you, while pulling out the chair besides yours. He plopped down, his thigh brushing against your knee.

Adam was leaning towards you, his breath fanning against your cheek. You could smell his cologne, “Made me think for a sec that you weren’t here. But you are a good girl, aren’t you? Always telling me truthfully where you are and with who.”

Man, you really were whipped for Adam, because this was turning you on.

Adam grasped the nape of your neck into his rough hand, he easily crossed the small distance between you two and smashed your lips together. He gently bit your lower lip and then brushed his tongue against it. You didn’t have much of a chance, opening your mouth for him before your brain could properly catch up to it.

While Adam’s tongue was entangled with yours, you were holding his face in your hands. His one hand, which wasn’t placed gently around your neck, was wandering across your waist and hips. Finally your rational mind hit you in the face. Separating your mouth from Adam’s made his brows furrow unhappily,

“I really have to do get this done.” You mumbled against his wet lips.

“Aw, babe, you’re such a hard worker. You want me to reward you?” His hand moved from your hand into the waistband of your jeans.

Panic flashed through your body. All your mind could conjure up was the horrible realisation that you aren’t pretty enough, you aren’t smart enough, you weren’t form the right social class and you were just straight up not up to Adam’s standard.

It’s not just Eve and Lilith, its all the girls he had something with. They were all pretty, decked out in expensive and well fitting clothes, they knew their way around fucking trusts funds and the stock market and whatever else. They live a life you can only dream of.

“Get your hand off of me!” You couldn’t help but snap at Adam defensively.

Adam followed your wish, his hands leaving you. You felt cold without his touch.

You saw Adam bite his lip, taking a deep breath. He was probably trying not to snap back at you.

“What’s the fucking matter with you?” He still ended up hissing at you.

As fast as the emotions boiled over, you felt yourself deflate immediately. You had a hard time staying mad at Adam right now. It’s not really his fault that you’re drowning in self pity.

“..I’m sorry. I don’t know, I’m just stressed..I think.” You focus your eyes on your laptop screen. Being a bad liar keeps biting you in the ass. But well, you are stressed. The fact that Adam is stressing you out is something you were going to keep a secret.

“Mmh, what’s stressing my baby out?” Adam’s hand went to gently brush a few strands behind your ear.

“Life.” Is all you sighed out.

“I know a fool prove stress reliever for that, it’s-“ Adam’s lips were brushing against your ear.

“I swear if you say orgasms…” You side eyed him.

“..Going on a date with me! Get your fucking mind out the gutter, sweet thing. But I wouldn’t say no to fucking you, of course.” Adam kissed your cheek, his lips moving towards your jaw, “You want me to overstimulate you, till you can’t think straight?”

Adam’s stubbles were tickling your skin, you giggled and gently shoved your elbow towards him. Shaking him off successfully, you grasped his jaw into your hand and gave his lips a quick kiss. You had to be quick, otherwise he would rope you into a make out session.

“I need to be able to think, so no thank you. Don’t pout like that. Go jerk off or something.” You continue to type away on your laptop, while reading through some paragraphs of the open book laying down besides you.

“Agh, flash me at least your pussy. Or! Send me a nude! Wouldn’t that be romantic?….I would even take you fucking bending over with all your clothes on. Please?” Adam went to rub his cheek against your shoulder while trying to give you puppy eyes.

You snorted at him, yeah as if.

“You are a distraction, Adam.”

“Love how you say my name. Do it again just breathier and more high pitched. Kinda like this ‘Adam~ Adam pleeeaseee~’ “ He mocked your moans from how ever many nights ago.

You felt yourself flush from embarrassment and shoved his face away, while he laughed at you.

“Leave or be quiet.” You told him sternly.

Adam wrapped his arms around your waist, while he still chuckled at his own joke. He laid his head across your shoulder,

“I will be a good boy, Mummy.” He cheekily told you.

You shifted around in your uncomfortable chair. This guy will be the death of you. Shaking your head at him, you went to fully focus on your work.

Adam seemed to struggle more with staying focused than you. His fingers drummed against your thigh, against the desk and all over your arm. He blew air against your ear, and played around with your hair. His legs kept bouncing around and he was constantly humming something. Adam took your one hand into his own, and played around with your fingers. He fiddled around with the rings in your fingers and he kept trailing his finger tip over your ring finger.

“..You have a hard time staying still?” You decide to ask Adam.

“Why the fuck do you ask?” He seemed defensive.

You just shrugged your shoulders, “Just wondering. I don’t mind, I can focus no matter how loud or busy it is.”

“Oh yeah? Why ask me to be quiet then?”

“…It’s hard to focus with you around. It semi works if you don’t talk.” It’s true, it’s just his looks and smell and everything that makes your head spin.

Adam grinned happily at that, “Babe, you just admitted that you find me soooo irresistible. Want me bad, huh?”

“I want to keep my scholarship more than anything.” You mumbled under your breath.

“Yeah, yeah. I fucking get it. It’s sexy that you’re such a hard worker. Means you also work hard to jump on this dick.”

“I don’t have to work hard for that.”

“You callin’ me a whore?” Adam asked with faux offence.

“I would describe you more as a slut.” You joke back at him.

Adam lifted your hand in his up to his fingers and lightly bit down on your bare ring finger. You wiggled your trapped finger around.

“At least you’re a loyal slut!” You tell him cheerily.

Adam laughed at your words. He kissed the back of your hand and moved his face towards your own. His lips locked with yours and he brushed his tongue against your soft lips.

“ ‘M totally your slut, baby.” He mumbled against your lips.

You snorted at that, pushing at his shoulders to create some space. Snickering into the air, you rested your forehead against his shoulder. His hands were on your waist, brushing all over your body.

“Dude, I really need to get the first draft done today.” You grumbled into his shirt.

“I’m here for emotional and sexual support, babe, go ahead and work.” Yeah, if this was so easy you’d be done already.

It took you longer than necessary to finish your first draft. Whenever you moved around to get new books, or put some away Adam always made sure to grope and slap your ass. He fumbled around with your shirt to get off as many buttons as possible, before you slapped his hand away. Occasionally he put his head on your lap, but you had to yank him away by his hair because he buried his face in between your legs. One time you dropped a book and when you crawled under the table he sleazily asked you if you were going to give him under desk support. Sometimes you wished he would drop dead.

After you were finally done, your head was basically smoking. Adam was happily drumming his fingers against his thighs, waiting for you to finish packing your things.

“I’m going to take you home, honeypot. There we can have some real fun.” Adam was basically beaming with excitement.

“Dude, no…I have to get some sleep in.” You also wanted to hide away and be alone with your thoughts.

“Shit. Fuck. Let me at least drive you home.” Adam grasped your packed bag into his hand.

Adam was getting bolder and bolder with his display of affection in public, which was kind off stressful regarding your ex is his drummer. You aren’t quite sure why you would want to protect Judas feelings. Maybe you just don’t want to be labeled as a slut.

Are you a slut?

Probably. It doesn’t matter in the end.

Adam dragged you into his side by your waist. His hand slipped into the back pocket of your jeans. At least the library was rather empty.

“How much longer am I going to be on your shit list for, baby? What can I do to have you forgive me?” He whispered in your ear.

Right. You told him you weren’t going to sleep with him because he pissed you off. You’re such a genius actually.

“Till my bruise is finally faded.” You pushed your cheap bracelets to the top of your arm to show the stubborn bruise which haunted your relationship with Adam.

“Shit. It’s still there?” Adan gently took your wrist into his hand, giving it a soft kiss. His finger marks were clearly imprinted on your skin, “I swear to you, my heart, this will never happen again. I am going to make sure you will be the happiest woman alive.”

You snorted sarcastically at that, “Alright. Whatever you say.”

“I’m being dead fucking serious.”

“You better be, because I’m going to murder you if do something like that ever again.” You ended up snapping at him, while yanking your bruised wrist out of his grasp.

Next time you were going to just not fuck a guitarist in a bathroom. It would save you a lot of heartache and trouble.

At least Adam really looked remorseful. He was also seemingly more aware of his strength, he’s much more careful with the way he handles you.

The rest of the walk to the car was uneventful. You talked Adam’s ear off about your work and he at least had the decency to nod his head and ask questions when it was appropriate. You were hoping to bore him to death with it, but he seemed genuinely interested in what you do. Or maybe he was a good actor? Judas on the other hand couldn’t care less about what you had to say, on any topic.

In the car Adam told you about his plans or lack of. He always gave you a glance when he said he is free all day Thursday and man, the weekend is going to be sooo boring with him alone. Totally not suspicious. You rolled your eyes at him while laughing.

Once Adam’s car stopped in-front of your home, you gave him a kiss. When you pulled away, he immediately yanked you back in to his mouth. Adam hummed against your lips,

“Text me, baby, alright?”

You nodded at him, with a soft voice you told him, “Of course. Thanks for driving me home, Adam.”

“Mmh, everything for my pretty slut.”

He does have to ruin most soft moments. Biting your tongue, you got out of the car and swung your bag over your shoulder. Unlocking the door, you waved at Adam who was watching you closely, and got into the ugly building. Walking up the stairs, you got into your apartment and threw yourself into your bed. FUCK.

A nap will be great.

———

Two cake transport boxes were in your hands, and your two companions on your sides were little help. Judas was begging right now, something about an oral exam and how he needed your notes for that. Bernadette on the other hand was talking your ear off about some new cowboy inspired club that opened and how you totally need to go there. Ugh.

You were a bit late. Usually you’re punctual, but you kind of overslept and then you had to go back because you forgot your baked desserts. With quick steps you walked towards the picnic tables and little grill stationed at the green campus. It was filled with the exorcists girls and Adam at the grill. Everyone was having obvious fun.

Bernadette shoved her phone into your face, causing you to nearly stumble and fall over. It took a bit to focus your eyes on the screen. A mechanical bull?

“Oh. Those are cool.” You simply told her. Finally reaching the table, you slammed down the boxes in front of Monica and Dymphna in exhaustion. Adam was watching you with curious eyes.

“You like riding the bull?” Bernadette asked you with a grin, her eyes wandering briefly towards Adam. The news of yours and Adam’s reconciliation was taken in differently by your friends.

Monica and Dy eagerly opened the boxes, taking a look at what you baked for them. They were supposed to bring something for this get together, but they were both horrible bakers and only self made things were allowed. They were lucky that you have been doing lots of stress baking. You couldn’t quite decide if you should lose weight, gain weight, gain muscles, have less muscles, be shorter, be taller. So! Baking!

“I don’t think you’re funny.” You told her with a glare.

“That’s okay, this is mostly for my own entertainment.” Bernadette shrugged your words off.

“Light of my life-“ Judas placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t touch me.” You immediately slapped his hand off of you.

“-I need your assistance for this. I am begging yooooouuuu!” His voice turned annoyingly whiny and high pitched.

“When’s your exam?” You sighed heavily.

“..10 minutes.”

“10-?!….You should pick a god to pray to. That’s the only thing that can help you now.”

“Ha Ha. Coming from the atheist. I just need to to take a look at your notes, I swear! Nothing more.” He had his hands clasped together.

“Does it look like I have any notes on me?!” You exploded at Judas, while gesturing wildly to your body. Besides the boxes, the only thing you had on you was a purse as big as your hand, “I can’t help you. You’re on your own.”

Monica was cutting open a bread roll, and placed some sauces, vegetables and meat in it.

While you and Judas continued to discuss the logistics of you driving home to send him your notes (it would take you at least 20 minutes and you don’t want to).

“What are you guys up to this weekend?” Bernadette asked her other friends, while listening to you and Judas.

“Oh! Oh! We are planning this romantic dinner and then-“ Dymphna excitedly told her dear friend.

“Well, I have decided we will go to the new club that opened. Girls get free entry and 50% off on drinks! We haven’t had a proper girls night in a while…Sorry you can’t take your new boo with you.” The last sentences from Bernadette was obviously addressed towards you, with the way she was wiggling her brows at you. She showed your friends the page of the club, and they were scrolling through the posts.

“You won’t help me out cause you got a new boyfriend? That’s cruel….. Who is it?”

“I- Okay- I’m going to go now,” You pointed at the mass of brownies, cake and cupcakes you baked, “I don’t want any leftovers, I can’t see that stuff anymore.”

Monica handed you the sandwich she had been making, extra for you, “Thank you again. Love you!”

“I love you more!” Dy tried to out do her girlfriend.

“I love you most!” Bernadette yelled out.

You took it and shoved the food into your mouth, while waving everyone goodbye. Avoiding eye contact with Adam and ignoring Judas questioning yells of who you are with, you made your way to the bus station. Someone called in sick so you sacrificed your free day to work.

Shit, you wanted to yell at Judas for giving Lucifer your number. Whatever, you have a feeling Judas won’t stay away for long.

Adam took a brownie from the tray, taking a bite from it, “Man, that’s some good shit.”

And you were so not going to that club.

———

Your pretty underwear was uncomfortable, pinching and rubbing. At least your bra was doing its job of pushing up. You might rock the look of a sexy cowgirl but you would prefer to just…Be at home how you planed.

Learning how to say no was now your priority.

Once you finally got in, after standing in the long line for god knows how long, you made your way into the club with your friends. Bodies against bodies, the music was blaring and the light was going to give you a headache. Man, this will be great.

It didn’t take long for you to lose sight of your friends. You decided to get something to drink. Pushing your way through people, you stumbled towards the bar and waited for someone to take your order.

“Heya! What a surprise to see you here!” Ugh. Judas.

You just grimaced at him.

“You want to share who your new-“

“Dude. Seriously. Drop it.” You waved him off.

Judas frowned, “Is it someone I know?”

“Ugh…By the way, what the fuck are you doing just giving my number out?”

“What? To who did I give your number again…?”

“Lucifer.”

“Luci… Oh! No, sweetie, I gave it to Lilith. She said you guys have some seminar together?”

Oh, they’re good. You will give them that.

Shaking your head at that, you decide to ignore Judas.

“Here, you can have the rest of my pack. Sorry for causing any inconvenience, bae.” Judas pressed a pack of cigarette into your hands in an attempt at an peace offering. He winked at you, grabbed his drink and walked off.

Finally the bartender came towards you, and for a second you blanked out completely.

“Can I get a uhh, fuck….Red russian?” You dug your nails into the wood of the bar.

Handing you your drink, the bartender asked if you wanted to open a tab. Thinking it over for a second, you decided against it. You gave him a bill and told him to keep the rest. Grasping the cold glass into your hand, you looked around for your friends. You felt someone bump against you roughly, and when you turned your head to look to your side you made eye contact with the prettiest doe eyes in the world.

Eve looked at you apologetic, her full, glossy lips opened to probably spew out apologies. She was shorter than you and in your mind, much much more beautiful too. A white dress adored her plump, soft body.

Before you could properly process your actions, you let your wrist lax and your red drink spilled on to her dress. It was quick enough to let it seem like it was because of her bumping into you.

Man you’re a bad person.

“I’m so sorry!”

“So sorry!”

You both called out at the same time. You grabbed some napkins and helped her clean up as best as you could. She thanked you and excused herself to go to the restroom. This will probably haunt you for the rest of your days. It was worth it though.

You drowned your drink down in one go. Usually you drink exactly 0 alcohol. The reason being you are a horrible lightweight, together with your meds causing you to get drunk even faster. The taste of liquor hit your tongue, a fire burning through your body. This is what you get for drinking on an empty stomach.

Placing the empty glass back down on the bar, you walked towards the mechanical bull. Finally you spotted your friends. And Adam. Adam and Lute chatting with your friends. You should have known he’d be there.

You joined them, Monica wrapped her arm around you. Your eyes were on the bull, a girl was on there right now. She was doing okay. It was very hot though, watching her hips move like that. Would you also look good like that?

“Are you thinking off getting on?” Lute asked you.

“I’m honestly considering it. It would just be embarrassing if I fall off right after a few seconds…” You said as you watched the girl tumble off, “I saw a girl do like, fucking stunts on this thing!”

“It’s really impressive. I will be cheering for you.”

“With those thighs? Babe, you’re going to crush that shitty robot!” Adam cheered you on.

Nobody else seemed to be getting in. Whatever, you were just going to blame it on the one drink you had. Liquor courage or maybe you’re just stupid and out to embarrass yourself. Hauling yourself into the area, you skill fully swung yourself on the bull.

Once you were comfortable sat and grasped the strap into your hand, you felt the bull start to shift around. It started slow, rocking back and forth. It started to speed up faster than you anticipated, throwing you around. You were sure one of your friends was filming this.

Adam and Lute kept true to their words, they were cheering you on. Hollering louder than anyone else. You couldn’t help but giggle at that.

In your mind you were doing good, looking sexy as fuck, in reality you probably looked like a fish out of water. Whatever, you were just going to live with your delusions. After a few more seconds you were thrown off, hitting the padded ground.

You quickly got up again, flipping your hair out of your face. With shaky knees you made your way back towards your friends and whatever you could classify Adam as.

“Baby! You were doing so well! Nearly broke the record.” Adam helped you back down, setting you down besides him.

“Thanks! It was pretty cool.” You giggled breathlessly.

Bernadette grasped your elbow into her dainty hand and pulled you towards her, “Girls night! Bye, Boo!”

And with that Bernadette yanked you and your friends towards the dance floor. It didn’t take long for you to split from them, making your way to the restroom. Fuck there was a line. Life is really the worst.

After painful minutes of you standing around, chatting with random drunk girls who you immediately fell in love with, starring at your phone screen and smiling at the cringe texts Adam sent you, you finally got in. Doing your business and taking your rings and bracelets off to wash your hands, it took you less time to do all that than standing around. Putting your rings back on, you shoved your bracelets into your jeans pocket. You didn’t want the other girls to wait for you to get finally done.

Getting out of the restroom, you tried to orient yourself. Maybe you should stoop just wandering off or maybe you should just stay home.

“Watch out!” A sultry, feminine voice called out towards you.

Someone pulled you to the side, at the right moment. A waiter tripped and spilled the tray of drinks everywhere. You can’t imagine getting that tray smashed into your head.

“Oh my god. Thank you so much.” You looked back to see a beautiful, tall blonde woman smile down at you. Oh no. She’s beautiful.

“Oh dear! That was close!” Lucifer commented, “Good call, Lili.”

Ah so that’s Lilith. Adam why couldn’t you have average looking exes? Does he want to send you back to therapy?

“It’s you! That’s Adam’s..Well.” Luckier trailed off, making some vague gestures with his hands.

“It’s me. The poor cashier you harassed.” You monotonously told him.

Lucifer spluttered around helplessly, trying to defend himself. Lilith on the other hand was checking you out.

“How is he?” She gently asked, her hand reassuringly brushing over Lucifers shoulder. Her wedding ring gleamed even in the low light.

“Good..?” You didn’t quite know what else to say.

In hindsight now, the waiter should have bashed your head in with that tray. That’s better than whatever you have going on here.

“That’s good..” Lilith nodded at you, “You know…I- We know how Adam can be. You’re always free to talk to any of us.”

You wondered who that us included exactly.

“I won’t need it.” You didn’t even bother smiling back at them, you just wanted to leave. Your hand moved to nervously fidget around with your necklaces. It was subtle, the way they eyed your wrist and winced slightly. Shit, that’s right. No bracelet. You quickly crossed your arms behind your back. You probably look shifty as fuck. Great.

“We are probably the last people you want to hear this from,” Lucifer gently started, and you mentally agreed with him.

“But Adam…You should stop seeing him. He’s controlling and has a temper, but I fear you already know that.” Lilith continued. She was searching for the right words. To not scare you off, so you would hear them out.

Lucifer eyes were focused on something behind you, “..And if that isn’t enough, he might not be quite over his last break up.”

You followed his gaze to see Adam stand a few good meters away from you. His body language was tense, clenched jaw and hands made into fists, but the more he talked to Eve the more he seemed to relax.

If there wasn’t such a long line for the restroom you’d probably go there to throw up.

You kind of tuned out whatever else L&L had to say, something about you being a rebound and deserving better. Yeah right. Do they think you’re stupid? Of course you know that Adam is only after your body.

You try to repress the fact that it still hurts.

Turning around on your heels, you walked away from the couple and the heart wrenching sight. Where to? Some uncoordinated steps lead you up the stairs, going straight towards the roof. Opening the door, you hoped that it wouldn’t lock you out. Oh wait, there’s a piece of wood. Jamming it in between door and door frame, you let yourself breath in some fresh air.

Should you be worried that you went through a ‘Staff Only’ door just like that?

Eh, you wouldn’t really care if they threw you out.

Rubbing your hands over your arms, you made the horrible realisation that it’s cold. Looking around, you decided to walk around the entrance, hiding behind the wall. Otherwise someone would immediately spot you.

Rummaging through your purse, you pulled out Judas cigarettes and your lighter. What else were you going to do? Lightening your cig and taking a drag, you tried to collect your thoughts.

Okay. Alright. Squatting on the ground, you rubbed your hands over your face.

So! You’re a rebound. Why are you even hurt? It’s not like you’re together (but why did he call himself your boyfriend?). Maybe he’s also a rebound! Who knows! Sighing into the cold night air, you knew that wasn’t true.

Could you do it? Could you ride this out for as long as possible? Until he gets back with Eve? Until he leaves you? You really didn’t want him to leave. You should really get your shit together, he’s just some guy who can fuck good and you lose all your self respect over him.

He just has you so captivated! You don’t even get why! This is horrible.

Besides, you should remember that Lilith and Lucifer are unreliable sources.

Ashing your cig, you took a look at the ground to see lots of cigarette buts around. So you stumbled upon someone’s smoking spot. Bless whatever fellow minimum wage workers come here to destress.

Should you just ignore your whole conversation with the married couple? Act like nothing happened? You were much calmer now. Taking your last drags, you put out your smoke by your feet. Carelessly throwing the bud away from you, you buried your face in between your knees.

You heard the door quietly open and close, causing you to tense up. Man some employee was going to kick you off now. Maybe you can evade them? Shuffling as quietly as possible around, you tried to peek behind the corner.

You didn’t see anyone? And there were no foot steps? Was it just the wind? Are you officially going to go crazy because of your situationship? What-fucking-ever, you were going to go back. Standing up, you shook out your legs. Let’s just act like the whole thing didn’t happen.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Adam’s seething voice called out to you.

“Oh my fucking-! Stop sneaking up on me!” You spun around, facing him.

“Answer me.” His eyes burned into you.

It took a second for your brain to catch up. You knew he meant you talking to his Sworn Enemies.

“I wasn’t doing anything.” You decided on saying.

Adam clicked his tongue unhappily at you, “Don’t play fucking stupid with me, woman. You should know your fucking place by now.” He was slowly coming closer.

Rolling your eyes at him, you tried to take a few breaths so you wouldn’t blow up at him. Your place? God you hate him.

“I don’t get what you fucking want from me.” You threw your hands up in despair, taking a few steps away from him, “You- You fucking try to control me and then you’re so nice to me! And! And then! You are so angry with me and I don’t even know what you fucking want from me! Then you say that you’re my boyfriend!? Stop treating me like your toy.”

“Toy?! As if you’re any fucking better! I try to make it so fucking clear what I want from you!” Adam flexed his hands in an aggregated fashion.

“Yeah! Be your rebound! Just..Leave me be.”

“What the hell are you yapping about?” Adam suddenly inhaled sharply, pinching his nose bridge, “Those fucking snakes…”

“It’s not them! I saw the nudes of Eve on your phone!” You stomped your feet at him.

“What fucking- You went through my phone?! Are you out of your damn mind?!” Adam stuttered around.

“You go through my phone all the time??” You were actually losing your mind. At least he was right with one thing.

“That’s fucking different!” Adam went through his hair with his hand.

“How is it different exactly?” You dug your nails into your palms.

“Well, first off. I’m the guy-“

“Oh my god…” You interrupted him.

All you could do is laugh at this whole situation. Adam frowned at you.

“Baby, let’s not be like that. Cmon, tell me what you talked about with those assholes.” Adam tried to catch flies with honey now. Ugh.

“I actually think we should talk about you not being over Eve.” You loved poking the bear actually.

“I am over that betraying whore! Why else would I run after you?!” He was slowly but surely reaching his limit with you. Ha Ha.

“Yeah right. Why keep those pictures then?” Does he think you’re that stupid?

“I forgot I even had them.” He mumbled out guilty.

You rolled your eyes at him, “Yeah right.”

“What does it fucking matter to you? You’re the one still being best buds with damn Judas.”

“I was scolding him for giving my number to Lucifer!”

“Oh.” Adam rubbed his neck, carefully eyeing you, “You have a really interesting way of asking what we fucking are.” He tried to change the topic.

You scoffed at him. He’s so annoying.

Part of you isn’t surprised that Adam kept those pictures and even the video. It wasn’t for blackmail purposes, that you were sure off. It was for the same reason Adam reacts so violently towards Lucifer, as if it happened yesterday.

Adam has never let go of anything that ever happened to him.

That realisation quietly hit you. He hangs on to wrong doings from the past, which shouldn’t matter anymore. But they dedicate his every step. He fuels himself with spite and the knowledge that he is supposedly better than them.

You blinked at Adam, softly exhaling. The fury has left your body.

“That’s okay. I now know what we are.”

Adam looked at you confused and when he saw you turn around to leave, panic filled his body. He lunged forward, grasping your shoulder in his hand and spinning you around.

“You don’t know shit. Don’t leave. I will delete everything. Every picture, every video, every contact you don’t like. I will do it all…Just don’t leave.” Adam gently cupped your face into his big hands. His eyes were pleading.

“..You don’t even know me. I don’t get you.” You whispered. Adam’s eyes were searching yours. You weren’t quite sure what he was looking for.

“You’re such a bitch. You really don’t remember? And I always thought you were fucking ignoring me on purpose…” Adam leaned his head forward, brushing his nose against yours. He quickly pulled away again, not wanting to get distracted by you.

You simply furrowed your brows in confusion at him.

Adam pressed you against his chest now, leaving soft kisses at the top of your head. You simply let your arms hang at your side, you don’t want him to think he’s forgiven.

“You remember those compulsory course in theology we had to do during freshmen year?” He mured against your ear.

You don’t actually. To your own defence you don’t remember much before your college sophomore year. It was all successfully repressed, tucked away somewhere where it would hopefully not come to haunt you. You do remember your friends saying you were a huge bitch during freshmen year. Why they still wanted to befriend you is a huge mystery to you still.

You didn’t quite know how to be a person back then.

Shaking your head carefully, you let Adam continue his story.

“We were in the same course. Got put into a project together, just us. Fuck, you were a real cunt. Constantly fighting with me over everything. A honest to god know it all. Then you also had the audacity to critique my music taste? Told me that I need to listen to music outside of Daddies sphere.” He laughed into your hair at the memory, while you were embarrassed by your past self.

“Mmh, we talked a lot about music. Mostly you making recommendations and me being mad that they were actually good. One time I threatened you with my mother, which just confused you. It was weird to know that you didn’t know who I was. I was just an annoying, sexy, nobody in your eyes.”

That’s right, his mother is the chancellor of the weird private, christian college you both go to. To be honest you only found that out from your friends, who told you after you hooked up with Adam. You live behind the moon or something.

“You like me because I was mean to you? You are a real masochist.” You mumbled against his shirt.

“Only for you, baby! I had such a hard time getting ahold of you? And then you turned up with fucking Judas and god I wanted to kill him. You changed, too. You’re happier. I like that. It suits you.” Adam had his arms wrapped around you.

You finally lifted your own arms, to hug Adam back.

“I don’t want you to be a rebound. I want you to be my fucking…girlfriend. The whole package. I want everyone to know we are together, I want to leave fucking hickeys on your neck, I want you to come to me whenever you’re sad or- or mad or when you have a problem. I want you to yell and scream at me, to punch me and bite me, be as mean as you want, baby. I need to be with you. Please?” Adam was now holding you infront of him, still close of course. You don’t think you have seen him this vulnerable before. His hands were shaky.

“You don’t have to answer now-“ He tried to deflect, he was pulling back.

“I want that too! It’s just..You can’t keep doing that. I can’t be with you, if you let the past control you like that. Yelling at me won’t be good, for either of us. You have to talk to me like I’m your equal, not your possession.” You told him with teary eyes, “This can’t work if we both keep being so angry.”

Adam nodded at your words, and sighed, “Yeah, yeah. We can totally work on that together though!” He pressed you against himself again.

“I don’t think you want to be with me.”

“Why fucking not? Just cause you’re a bit crazy? Don’t you know about the Hot-Crazy scale, babe?”

“Well…You won’t meet my parents for one.”

Adam shrugged at that, “That’s good news.”

“And it’s not just freshmen year that I don’t really remember. It’s everything before that too.” It felt shameful to confess this.

Adam’s hand brushed over the back of your head, “That bad, huh? That’s okay with me, baby.”

“My friends are my family now, though. So you have to be nice to them. They…Fuck. They forced me into therapy and still pay for my meds.” You wanted to hide away.

“Mmh, I can pay for your meds. I can pay for everything.” He buried his nose into your hair.

“Yeah, no. I don’t want you to waste your money on me.”

“ ‘S not wasted if I spend it on you.” Adam tilted your head, looking into your eyes.

“You’re going to start sucking my dick again?” He breathlessly asked you.

“Dunno. Let’s delete the folder and we will see how I feel.” You told him with an eye roll.

Adam immediately whipped out his phone and went with you through his gallery.

“I can’t actually believe that girls just send those to you.” You have never seen so many tits in one night.

“What can I say? Bitches love me. You have lots of competition.” He snickered at his own bad joke.

Once he saw how unhappy you looked, he immediately tried to back track.

“You’re so funny, Adam. How about some more weeks of celibacy?” Your voice dripped with sarcasm.

“NO! You know my dick gets only hard for you. Don’t be like thaaatt.” He was whining.

“Pft. Now, delete everything out of deleted folder so it’s gone for good.”

“Yes ma'am. Any contacts that need to go too?”

“..How about we block Eve?” You asked carefully.

Adam snorted at that, “Sure, if you bock Judas.”

“Deal.” You both shook hands and exchanged phones, you blocked Eves from his and Adam blocked Judas from your phone.

“..What do you have in your hidden folder?” You asked Adam, finger hovering over it.

“Fucking nothing!” He quickly tried to get his phone out of your hand. You were quicker, hiding it behind your back.

“Adam, seriously?” You really shouldn’t have trusted him after all. What of Eve is in there?

“Fuck. Don’t look at me like that. I will show you, if you promise to be open fucking minded.” He grumbled unhappily.

You nodded carefully at him, handing him back his phone.

Adam nervously unlocked the folder, watching you closely for your reaction.

Your mouth fell open in shock, “That’s me! It’s all me. Why is it me?”

You looked at Adam for answers, but he was too busy hiding his face from you. Focusing back on his phone, you saw the screenshots and screen recordings of old as dirt social media posts. Did he black out Judas face? That’s kind of funny.

“You took a picture of me sleeping?!” You zoomed in on that picture.

It must have been when you first slept over at Adam’s place. You were passed out on his chest, and you could see the proud grin on his face.

“Enough now!” He snatched his phone out of your hand. His face was burning in embarrassment.

Some sick part of you felt flattered. You don’t think anyone has ever been so into you.

“The most fucking important thing we need to decide on, babe, is this. Is today our anniversary or when I bend you over the sink in the bathroom?” His mouth was near your ear, whispering seductively into. Ah, he was trying to distract you.

“Of course you would remember the day we first fucked.” You giggled at him.

Adam smashed his lips into your own, to shut you up. He herded you against the wall, pressing against you with his much larger body. His hands rested on your hips, rubbing circles into the flesh.

“There’s one thing I want to ask off you.” You mumbled against his lips.

“Whatever you want, my heart.” He moved to kiss your jaw and neck. When he said he wants to leave hickeys on your neck he really meant it, huh?

“Let’s, uh, keep our relationship on the down low first. I need to be the one who tells Judas about us. Ah, Adam. Since he kind off hates yoooouuuu.” Adam’s hand wandered over your clothed pussy while you talked, rubbing you through your jeans.

“Ugh, that asshole. Fuck, that reminds me…Baby, babe, you want our relationship to be based on honesty, right?”

Do you really? You carefully agreed with him.

“If I promise not to harass Judas over having the better dick, I need you to promise me to stay with me after I tell you this.” He looked into your eyes, his tongue was nervously wetting his lips.

“Oh god, what did you do? Did you fuck another girl? I can excuse that by saying we weren’t officially together.” You were a bit scared.

“What? Fuck no. There’s only you, baby.” Adam looked at you irritated.

He took your face into his hands and squished your cheeks together. That seemed to cheer him up, with the way he grinned at you.

“So…Where to start? Mmh, baby, you know how Judas was always running his mouth about you?”

You nodded carefully at him.

“It was actually kept strictly confidential aaalll in the band. How I hate that guy. Living my dream of getting to fuck you, to be with you? And he acted so fucking ungrateful. I kept just thinking if only that was me. Tell me, baby, who told you about what was Judas saying about you?” He seemed happy with it all.

“Monica and Dy…?” It sounded more like a question than a proper answer.

“Yeah, it took three fucking training sessions for them to listen in to me and Lute. We talked extra loud around them too! Gossiping bitches..”

It took you a few seconds for your brain to connect everything.

“..Let me get this straight..You let it leak through that Judas was shit talking me to my friends, so that they would tell me and I would break up with him?…All that work just to fuck me?”

That’s actually kind off hot of him but it’s best if he doesn’t know you are into this. Otherwise who knows what he would do.

“Not just to fuck. To keep you to myself. You’re all mine now, aren’t you? So it was all fucking worth it.”

He seemed like an apex predator to you. His big body, strong arms and legs. You were at practice a few times, you saw him in action. He’s like a beast. And the way he always grinned at you? He was going to eat you whole.

You pulled Adam’s face into your own by the his shirt. Both your lips collided into each other. Adam grabbed your ass, squeezing and groping as much as he could.

“You have been crushing on me for how long now? We are at the end of our Junior year after all.” You couldn’t help but giggle out in between kisses.

“Shut uuupp.” Adam buried his face into the crock of your neck. He had to bend awkwardly down for that.

“Adam, love.” You softly called out to him.

“What? Want to make fucking fun of me some more?” He rubbed his hands over your hips and back.

“You don’t wanna consummate your new relationship with me?” You gently played with his hair while speaking.

Adam immediately straightened his back, looking at you with raised brows, “Don’t mess with me, baby. My balls are arching for some relief. You want me to bend you in half on this roof?”

“Please?” You looked up at him, batting your eye lashes.

Adams lips immediately attached to your neck, licking and sucking marks into the sensitive skin. He reached out to unbutton your jeans, shoving his hands into your wet panties. He let his finger explore your pussy freely. Stroking through your folds, rubbing at your clit.

Your hand was in Adam’s hair, tugging gently at the soft strands. Your other hand went towards his shoulder, digging your nails into the shirt he was wearing. Adam entered his finger into your wet pussy, pressing his palms against your clit.

“Take off your shirt.” He mumbled into your neck, lifting his head.

You quickly reached towards your shirt, pulling it off over your head. Carelessly throwing it on to the floor, you let Adam admire your body.

Your arms came up to cross over yourself, self consciousness eating away at you.

Adam’s one hand easily wrapped around both of your wrists and he pinned them against the wall over your head.

“My poor, little baby. How could I ever let you think anyone is prettier than you? You’re so precious to me.” Adam pressed his forehead against yours. His voice was barley above a whisper.

His ring finger pressed against your entrance, slowly stretching you open. Your mouth opened and let out a helpless moan. Adam took the opportunity to shove his tongue down your throat.

He scissored you open, slowly but surely. His palm pressed more against your clit, causing your hips to grind against it. Shit. Fuck. Hot pleasure washed over your body. Damn Adam and the effect he has over your body.

“You going to cum all over my fingers? You like when I fuck you up with them? Yeah? I have to, babe, otherwise I’d split you in half.” He mumbled out in the air.

When you strained your wrists against his hold, he tightened his grip. He pressed your wrists down against the wall more.

“Adaaam. Need you bad. Faster! Please?” You whined out, begging for more.

“How about you beg some more? You were pretty mean to your boyfriend earlier.” He seemed very happy to call himself your boyfriend.

He buried his nose into the valley of your breast. Leaving more marks on your skin.

“Uggghh. My…Fuck!..My fingers can’t reach as far as yours. I neeeeeed you Adam. Can’t get off without you. Please faster?” You looked at Adam with pleading, teary eyes.

“That’s what Daddy likes to hear.” He murmured into the fat of your breasts.

He sped up the motions of his fingers. Rubbing against the sensitive spot inside of you. He knows your body better than you at this point. He made the come hither motions with his finger’s you loved so much, you moaned out for Adam.

You wrangled your wrists more against Adam’s grip. The pleasure was overwhelming you. Before you knew it you clamped down on Adam’s fingers while cuming around them. Adam helped you ride out your orgasms. He gently removed his fingers.

Adam gave you a quick kiss, before he kissed down your body. He kneeled down in front of you now, tugging your jeans down.

“Damn it, again with those fucking shoes.” Adam cursed, while he untied them for you.

You giggled at him and buried your hands in his hair. Messing his hair up. Adam grumbled at you, but he also didn’t stop you. He helped you out of the shoes and out of your jeand and panties.

When you tried to cross your legs, Adam immediately placed his big hands on your thighs to keep them apart.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy. Can’t believe you kept us apart.” Adam’s lip immediately attached to your clit.

You threw your head back, sobbing at the overwhelming feeling. Adam moved so he put your leg over his shoulder. The noises of his slurping filled the air, together with your moans.

Adam moved so he could wiggle his tongue inside of you, taking in as much as your slick as possible. Shit. He wrapped his lips around your pussy lips, gently tugging.

“Adam! Don’t be mean.” You moaned out while yanking on his hair.

Adam chuckled and went back to your clit. Drawing patterns into your clit with his tongue.

You held on to Adam’s hair, to grind your pussy on to his face. Desperately trying to get off, using Adam for your own pleasure. He didn’t seem to mind that much, you could tell from the raging boner in his pants. His heavy dick strained against his zipper.

You can’t wait for him to fuck you again.

Covering your face with your arm, you felt your toes curl as you came all over Adam’s face. Through your hazy mind you were sure you heard him mumble ‘Fuck Yeah’. He licked you clean, while you came down from your high.

Adam sat down on the floor and pulled you down with him. You gasped in surprise, while he sat you down on his lap. He turned so he could rest his back against the wall, while he unzipped his pants. Adam freed his hard dick from his pants,

“I need you to ride my like you rode that bull. That was hot as fuck. Could have busted a nut from the sight alone.” Adam rubbed his tip against your entrance.

You nodded at Adam. Taking in some breaths, you let yourself slide down his thick dick. Adam grasped your hips in his hand, holding on to you.

“Ah, shit. Great fucking sight. Your pussy is the best in the game, baby.” Adam grunted out. He had to hold himself back from fucking into you.

You reached towards your tits, moving so they spilled out of your bra. Pinching your nipples and rolling your hips into Adam’s. He gripped your hips tighter, helping you grind down on to him.

“How bout we do some of this?” Adam asked you.

He moved your hips in a similar fashion the bull did. You gasped at that, letting your head fall forward on to his shoulder. Moving your head to the side, your lips found themselves at home around Adam’s neck. If he can cover you in hickeys so can you.

Adam’s eyes were focused on your pussy. He watched you mesmerised, like he couldn’t believe this was truly happening.

“You need to fucking relax your pussy, baby. You’re dripping all over my pants.” Adam laughed breathlessly at that, he didn’t actually seem mad at that, “You like creaming around my dick?”

“Love it.” You mumbled out.

All you could think about was Adam’s dick rubbing into you, his hands on you and his grunts and moans.

Adam planted his feet on to the ground, and started to fuck in to you. You threw your head back, holding on to Adam’s shoulders. He let his hand wander form your hips toward your pussy, massaging your clit.

Your mouth fell open, you could feel another orgasm approach. While you recognised that feeling, it felt unfamiliar at its core. The pressure quickly build up in your abdomen. You bit your lips.

“You close? Wanna come with you. Need to flood your fucking womb, baby. Want me to breed you real good?” Adam moaned out, his brows were furrowed and he sped up his fingers against your clit.

“Adam! Feels weird. Shit! Please cum inside..” You sobbed out, pleasure clouding your mind.

“Feels weird..? Shit, this going to be fucking goooOOod. Cmon, baby, you gotta let go. Let go for me and I promise ‘M going to make you feel so damn good.” Adam growled out.

He fucked into you even rougher, his movements losing their rhythm. It didn’t really matter, you followed Adam’s instructions blindly. Letting go felt weird, it felt both wrong and amazing.

Before you realised it, you were gushing all around Adam’s dick. Squirting all over his pants wasn’t on your bingo card for today, but so wasn’t fucking with Adam on a roof.

You hid your face in Adam’s neck, shame burned through you.

Adam came inside of you, pumping his load into your waiting hole.

“Sorry! So sorry!” You couldn’t stop yourself, tears started to flow down your cheeks.

You clutched Adam’s crumbled shirt into your hands, sobbing into his neck.

“Shit. Don’t cry, lovely. That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I made you fucking squirt? Holy shit. My dick that good, baby?” He soothingly ran his hands over your back.

You simply shrugged your shoulders at him. Sobs still wracked your body. Adam hummed some random song tune, his hand brushing over your hair.

It took a few good minutes for you to calm down, “..That was so embarrassing..” You whispered into the cold night air.

“In what world do you fucking live in? From now on, you need to squirt all over my dick every time we fuck. It’s good for my ego, baby, I swear.” He gently nuzzled his nose against your wet cheek.

“Unless you want to go another round, I need you to hop off my dick now, babe.” Adam gently told you.

You lifted your hips up, his half hard dick slipping out of you, together with a flow of his cum. Moving your hands to properly put on your bra again, you rubbed your hands over your face. Trying to wipe away the rest of your tears.

Adam fumbled around to put his dick away. Hearing you sniffle, he reached out to gently hold your face in his hands.

“I swear to you, you’re the hottest person alive in my eyes. There’s nothing you could do to change that. Yeah?” Adam reassured you.

You simply nodded at him. Adam reached around and took your shirt into his hands. He carefully helped you slip it back on. Getting up on weak knees, you picked up your panties and jeans. Getting re-dressed on a roof sure made you question your life choices.

Adam is your boyfriend now. That sure was a turn. Maybe not. He does talk a lot about getting you pregnant. Maybe it goes beyond being a kink.

You heard Adam curse, turning to look at home while zipping up your pants you saw him brush over his pants unhappily. The wet spot from you was placed right on Adam’s crotch. At least he’s wearing black jeans, it hid it somewhat.

“Looks like I fucking pissed myself! Fucking great. We gotta sneak out of here.”

“It won’t be noticed in the club, the light is shitty there. We just gotta avoid the girls, they’re going to have my head for leaving without you.”

“Yeah, baby, shit like that goes against girl code!” Adam gave your forehead a kiss, “Let’s get fucking going.”

You both sneaked back into the club, and you made sure to avoid everyone you knew. Adam was right behind you, with his hand on your lower back. Leaving the club, you looked at Adam questioningly.

“Uhh, I was planning on getting wasted so Lute drove. Let me get an Uber real quick..” Adam reached for his phone.

“It’s like a 10 minute walk to your home. Let’s go!” You tugged on Adam’s arm towards his home.

He groaned, but still followed you.

“..What did the evil blondes talk with you about?”

“Uhh, something about you being controlling and they hinted at you still loving Eve.”

“Those lying motherfuckers-“ Adam pulled you towards him.

[trippinsorrows]

with me + part twenty two

rec listening: what dreams are made of by hilary duff (you'll know when) // words: 11k // warnings: smut, language, fluff galore, and suggestive content // masterlist

Coming off an insanely hectic week and an even more hectic weekend, your plan from the minute you stepped off that plane with Joe and Callie, who he held protectively in his arms as she slept most of the time, was relatively simple.

Very simple, actually.

Rest.

Rest for as much of the day as you could until it was time to get up and ready to drop Callie off at Kaylah’s place before your checkup.

It was a good plan, a sensible plan.

It’s also a plan that went right out the window when you wake up to find your man not next to you, not with his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you against his equally strong chest, hand on your baby bump.

No, instead you find his head in between your legs feasting on you like a man on the brink of starvation. 

“Oh my god….” You will never in your life complain about waking up this way, your favorite adult person in this life, eating you out with that tongue that could make a nun swear. Never. But, you also don’t know how this man is up at what feels like the ass crack of down ready for some pussy with the ridiculous weekend he had. 

His tongue circling your clit makes your hand shoot to his head, fingers immersed in his silky hair. “Baby…..oh shit, just like that.” It’s so hard to speak with him sucking on your pussy in the way that only he can, but you do your best to power through. “You–supposed to be—fuck—resting.”

It’s the wrong thing to say because this man clearly lives to drive you mad. He lifts his head, the sun from the adjacent window hitting him just right to illustrate the shine of your essence all over his beard. Fuck, he must have made you orgasm in your sleep already.

A damn shame you weren’t awake to experience that glory.

Smug as always, he asks, “you really want me to stop?” It’s the way he sticks his index and middle finger inside of you, watching as your back naturally arches, hand moving down to touch yourself.

Joe moves fast, answering your hand away, answering before you can protest, “the next time you come will be on my dick.”

Feeling bold while also eager for that dick, you taunt him, knowing what kind of response you’ll receive. “So what you waiting for?”

He smirks, and you know right then and there, he’s about to make you lose your fucking mind.

In a matter of what feels like seconds, he has you on your hands and knees, powerful backshots making you ready to scream his name for the entire neighborhood to know at least one of their new neighbors’ identity.

Your grip on the headboard is really the only thing keeping you upright, the force of his thrusts so rough and borderline aggressive that it has you seeing stars. One particular angled thrust forces out a louder than necessary curse that you know almost instantly he’s gonna make you pay for.

As expected, he pauses just to let his hand come down on your ass. Blood is nearly drawn with how hard you have to bite on your lip to keep from moaning. “Shut up before you wake her up.” His voice is gruff and demanding and you love it. Love it when he’s rough with you like this, when he makes it clear as day who runs shit in the bedroom. It makes your cunt clench against the girth of his dick. “Fuck, I missed being inside this pussy.”

Not as much as you missed him.

Joe plants his hand on the small of your back, pushing you down, deepening your arch. A groan of absolute bliss is all you can muster as he starts slamming against your G-Spot. “Gon make you come on my mouth and dick every fuckin day I’m home.”

He keeps you almost facedown into the mattress for a couple more minutes before he  suddenly reaches and yanks your body flush against him, again deepening his reach. 

It’s a miracle you don’t scream from that alone.

Joe grabs you by your chin and and turns your head to the wall with the full body mirror that gives you both a perfect view of the nastiness currently occurring. His mouth is by your ear, biting down on your earlobe as he instructs, “Look how fucking gorgeous you look right now, making a mess all over my dick with my baby inside you.”

It’s a hell of a view, the sight alone to make you come all over him right then and there.

His hand moves to your stomach, and you swear you hear a moan as he asks, “you gon give me another baby after this one?”

At that, your eyes go wide, because what in the actual fucking hell? You’re not even halfway through this pregnancy, and he’s already talking about the next?

But then his hand circles back around to the front of you, kneading your breast and intentionally slowing his pace for a torturously teasing second before slamming back into what has to be your stomach.

He’s so fucking deep in you.

Never a fan of having to wait, his deep voice rumbles in your ear, “I asked you a question.” And before you can try to reason with the man that is living, breathing proof God is real and so so good, that big hand travels down the slope of your belly to your pussy, fingers circling your clit. “You gon let me put a baby in you?”

There’s really only one answer you’re capable of giving. Tears down your face from borderline overstimulation, you swear over your entire goddamn uterus for this man to do whatever he wants. “Shit, yes. Oh God, yes.”

He’s visibly pleased and satisfied as he shoves you back on the bed and temporarily removes himself to adjust positions. Joe lays you on your back, legs pushed up at the same time he re-enters you with all the roughness of before. “You ain’t ever getting on that damn pill.”

That could be a problem, maybe, but it’s a problem for another damn day. 

More deep strokes build up that familiar pressure that starts low and expands high. He sees that, the same way you see and feel his end nearing as well. “Lemme see that face when you come all over daddy’s dick.” 

And like the pathetic simp you are for him, your release courses and travels through your entire body, hands squeezing at the sheets, toes curling, trembling and all.

Joe is not far behind, big body hovered over yours as he empties inside of you, sparing not a single drop of his sperm.

He drops to your side, and the two of you lay there in comfortable silence, chests heaving as you try to gather your bearings. 

It’s a couple minutes later when you notice the feeling returning to your bottom half. Turning your head to look at him, you tell him half joking, half serious, “you keep fucking me like that, and I’m gonna be pregnant every year, Joe.” Thinking back, it really is a miracle you didn’t get pregnant much sooner than you did. Granted, it took a bit for you to get comfortable enough to let him fuck you raw. Still, if you knew then what you know now, the beautiful life you’d have together, you probably would have let him impregnated you sooner rather than later.

Especially with knowing how much he’s always wanted a family.

He runs his big hand over your bump. “What’s wrong with that?”

All you can do is stare at him like he’s stupid. This man done lost his goddamn mind. After this baby, you’ll give him one more. After that, that’s it. 

Three kids is your limit.

That’s more than enough.

________

After spending the morning and early afternoon with Callie, the two of you ready her and yourselves for the doctor's appointment. As expected, Callie asks to come, something you were initially okay with until Joe voiced his concerns.

Initially, he’s a bit iffy with his explanation. You don’t follow, don’t understand why you can’t share this moment with Callie as well, letting her hear her baby brother or sister’s heartbeat for the first time.

It’s not until he says, “just want to make sure everything is alright first” that you get it, that you understand he wants to make sure everything is still going smoothly with the pregnancy. It makes all the sense in the world given everything he’s been through with this subject.

So you respect it, hoping he’ll be okay with her attending the next one, or even whichever appointment will be the one where you find out the sex.

She seems to really want a baby sister.

You’re convinced, however, it’s a boy.

It’s something you somehow feel even more convinced of sitting in the doctor’s lobby with your boyfriend, waiting to be called. 

“Looks like my mom’s flight is still scheduled to arrive on time.”

Your mother, forever the drama queen, opted to stay in Philly an extra day so she could “rest.” Rest from what, you’re not entirely sure, because her week wasn’t nearly as hectic as yours and especially Joe. But, the Airbnb was rented until Tuesday, so it wasn’t an issue for him, thus it’s not a big deal to you either. 

He nods. “I’ll pick her up.” 

“You can just pick Callie up on the way home afterwards then.” It’s less ripping and running for the man who should be resting but has been on the go since the minute his eyes opened this morning, it seems. “Give us a few hours of alone time.”

He gives you that look. “You feening already?”

“Stop being nasty,” you chide, even if he’s not entirely wrong. It’s a rarity that you get alone time with the man next to you, usually having to share, or not share, him with his possessive little twin. “I was thinking we could take a nap or something. The next few days are gonna be stupid busy and draining. My agenda is packed.”

“You created a schedule?”

“Of course.” It’s said as if it’s the simplest thing a person could ever explain. “I’m a teacher and a mama, Joe. I live my life by schedules and agenda. I’ll share the Google doc with you.”

Forever confused about modern technology, he asks, “a what?”

Groaning, head thrown back against the seat, you chide him for his outdated knowledge of technology. “You’re such an old man. Imagine Microsoft Word but better and easily accessible.” 

He’s unbothered and clearly set in his ancient ways. “I’m still stuck on the agenda.”

“Baby, if you’re gonna go all out to take us to Disney, I’m gonna make sure we’ll maximize our time there as much as possible.”

He looks like he wants to initially say something but decides on option two instead. “It’s not like it’ll be the last time, baby. We’ll go again in May if you’re up to it, and I know Callie gon want to go again and again.”

“That girl would probably live there if she could.” It’s half a joking, half a serious guess. Thinking on his words, you suggest, “if for some reason I can’t go in May, you two should go.”

He looks at you as if he’s surprised you would suggest something like that. “Yeah?”

Nodding, you grab his arm, laying your head against his shoulder. “She would love that, and with you being home, any opportunity you have to spend time with her, just the two of you, you should take.” Hand to your stomach, you add, “especially before the baby gets here.”

It goes without saying that Joe will absolutely spend as much time with Callie as he can while on indefinite hiatus, but spending said time doing something like taking her to Disney for a father daughter trip would be another level of happiness. 

For the both of them.

A couple of minutes later, your name is called. Joe easily slips his hand over yours, guiding you to the back. He’s standing at your side as the nurse takes your weight, blood pressure, and is outside the door as they take a urine sample to check for sugar and protein levels. Once in the room, the nurse finalizes her portion of questions before instructing you to undress and change into the hospital gown. 

As soon as the door is closed and you’re laid on the table, your hand reaches for his.

“Everything’s going to be fine.”

You’ve been with this man long enough to know that while he’s adept at hiding his emotions, compartmentalizing them wisely and expertly, there’s just some minor telltales that give him away his truth. Tiny little signs that you know and can recognize significantly easier than most. It’s how you know he’s fighting back unease and potential anxiety at something that’s historically been borderline traumatizing for him.  

That’s why you bring your conjoined hands to your belly, again reminding him, “we’re going to be fine.”

He doesn’t say anything, but you don’t need him to. You just need him to know that you’re here for him.

A couple minutes later, Dr. Young walks in with that same friendly greeting, introducing herself to Joe and leaving the same great impression she made during the first appointment. 

She asks all the standard questions before taking your fundal height and transitioning to the big moment you’ve been waiting for since finding out you were expecting. “So far, so good. Let’s get this ultrasound started so mommy and daddy can hear their baby’s heartbeat.” While preparing, she engages you both in conversation. “You already have one child, right?”

Joe answers. “A girl. She’ll be five next month.”

“So not that big of an age gap.” And you’re actually really happy about that, happy that there won’t be so many years between Callie and her little sister or brother. It’ll make the bonding between them that much easier.  “Planning for more after this?”

Her question makes you laugh as you gesture to Joe. “Yes, but the exact number is up in the air because someone over here seems to think I’m a baby machine or something. I’d be okay with one more. Three is my limit though.”

He chuckles but agrees. “I do think three is a good number.”

“Very fair.” Dr. Young also laughs, applying the gel to your stomach, asking the both of you, “ready?”

You give Joe’s hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze and answer, “we’re ready.”

Her smile remains as she begins to move the transducer around your stomach. Every second after that feels like it weighs 100lbs, like there’s a massive anchor attached to each passing second that crushes down on your chest. It’s important that you remain in a positive mindset for the sake of the man beside you who must be feeling ten times what you’re experiencing.

But then…..

But then you hear it.

The strangest yet most beautiful rhythmic beating expecting parents could hear. 

And then you’re crying. You’re crying because this moment means so much to you, means so much to Joe. His lips are pressed against your forehead, lingering, an unspoken I love you in the air.

It’s like you can feel the anxiety completely wash off and away from him.

From the both of you. 

But then Dr. Young’s smile dims. “Oh….”

One word, and your heart also drops. You beat Joe to it, asking, “what?” 

Her answer, in actuality, comes a few seconds later, but it feels like an hour wait. She seems almost hesitant, “is there—do twins run on either side?”

Your heart drops in a different kind of way, in a pure terror sort of way but for an entirely different reason.

“Please—-please do not tell me that we’re having twins.” That….that can’t be true. You refuse to even allow yourself to consider the possibility that it could be true. One glance at Joe, and he seems just as lost. “Dr. Young.”

She shakes her head. “No, you’re not having twins.” 

And just like that, you release the biggest, relieving, relaxing breath that could leave your body. “Oh, thank God.” Hand on your chest, you laugh a little, shaking your head. “I was about to say—”

“You’re having triplets.”

There’s one blink, two blinks, three blinks followed up with a hearty laugh. Your gaze falls on Joe who isn’t laughing, eyes instead focused on the monitor. “That’s funny.” Shaking your head, you then notice not a speck of humor on her face. “Why—why aren’t you laughing?”

She makes a face, pointing to the screen. “Here’s baby A….” Your eyes land on what you can tell is clearly a baby still in the early stages of development. She moves around the transducer, searching, landing on another indecipherable speck. “Baby B.” Again, more searching before she reaches her final destination. “And baby C.” 

You’re in a state of shock staring at the screen, partially paying attention to her words but more in a state of shock than anything. “And they all have very strong heartbeats.”

This is a beautiful thing for her to say, for you to hear, but it’s the pluralism that you can’t get over. 

“Wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait a damn minute.” By now, you’re no longer crying and instead sitting up on your elbows trying not to have a goddamn stroke. “Are you serious right now?” Before she can say anything, you’re clarifying to avoid any room for miscommunication. “There are three children growing inside me?”

Dr. Young gives a nervous chuckle, offering an almost unsure. “Congratulations?”

“Oh my—” Instantly, you’re turning to Joe, punching him on his big ass arm as hard as you can. 

He has the audacity to make a sound as if it fucking hurt his built like a boulder ass. “Ow.”

“No, that’s what I’m going to be saying when I’m trying to push out three of your big headed ass children!” Just the thought of that alone makes your eyes water. “Like what the fuck, Joe!”

This man has the unmitigated gall to shrug almost nonchalantly “It wasn’t like it was intentional, baby.”

“You know what is going to be intentional?” You point to the wall opposite that’s mostly made up of a large window, providing a view of the busy Florida streets. “Me pushing your big ass out that window for doing this to me!”

Dr. Young gives an uncomfortable cough. “Maybe I should leave you two al—”

“Baby.”

“No, don’t call me that. Matter of fact, don’t call me anything, because we are through! I thought you loved me!”

“Y/N—”

“I think you need to just calm down, Y/N. I know this is unexpected—”

“Unexpected?” Ready to rip into him, a gasp escapes your mouth when a thought crosses your mind. You turn to Dr. Young and ask, “wait. We had sex this morning. Is it possible it’s just like his sperm or something you’re seeing?”

“With a heartbeat?”

You’re not in the mood for Joe’s smartass comments and make as such known. “I wasn’t talking to you, Nick Cannon.” He rolls his eyes. “Doc?”

She’s not much help either. “I’ve been doing this a long time, Y/N. I think I know what a baby looks like. That’s a baby.” She then corrects, “Three, actually.”

“Oh my god,” you moan, eyes starting to water and as you turn to him again. “How could you do this to me? Why would you do this—”

He’s trying to comfort you, voice gentle as he works to calm you down, a hopeless effort. You’re too far gone because now you’re full out crying, very little difference between yourself and Callie during one of her tantrums. “You and your stupid fertile ass super-sperm!”

“Well, I see you two have a lot to talk about—”

“Who the fuck has three kids at once, Joe?” You growl at him while also asking the doctor, “can we like space that shit out? Like I can give birth on different days?”

She seems to be trying her best to be respectful of your haywire emotions. “I don’t—I don’t think that’s possible.”

That evokes another loud sob. “My vagina is literally gonna fucking break. These big ass babies are gonna demolish my walls.”

Dr. Young remains the professional voice of reason. “Now, we don’t know the babies size just yet, so let’s not panic—”

“I do! Big!” You snap, angrily pointing at your former boyfriend. “Look at this man! He’s freakishly huge, and so is basically his entire fucking family.”

She seemingly ignores your probably hormonal outburst, redirecting to facts. “We’ll continue to monitor the babies growth, and if their size presents an issue, then we’ll discuss scheduling a possible C-Section.” She then informs of an additional change in plans. “And because you’re having multiples, I will need to see you every two weeks vs every month due to increased risk of complications with a pregnancy like this—”

“Complications?” Joe questions, and for a second, you’re able to pull away from your meltdown to be present for the possible return of his anxiety. 

Dr. Young is quick to clarify. “Looking at her medical records, the first pregnancy seemed to go relatively well medically, so we have very little reason to think this will be any different. It’s just that taking extra precautions never hurt anybody and is the medical standard for pregnancies with multiples.”

That seems to calm him a bit, as it does you, but only for a second, because you’re right back to freaking out.

“People have baby showers and gender reveal parties. Not babies showers and genders reveal parties. It’s supposed to be single, not plural!”

“Well, you said three was your limit—”

“Joe!”

________

Group Chat: SOS

Y/N: attention everyone, joe and i are no longer together as of today. we will be coparenting moving forward and ask for privacy at this time.

Joe: That’s cute you think I’m letting your ass ever leave me again.

Joe: You ain’t going nowhere.

Alexis: Is this the start of some sex skit? Cause if so, I’m so down. 

Kaylah: Ummmmm, okay?

Jadah: It’s damn near 11pm where I am. What is going on?

Bianca: Sis, did you mean to add us or??????

Y/N: we just got done with the first OB-GYN appointment…..

Y/N: THIS MOTHERFUCKER PUT TRIPLETS INSIDE OF ME.

Alexis: WAIT, WHAT?????

Y/N: YES!

Bianca: As in three children?????

Y/N: Y E S

Alexis: I’m literally never babysitting for ya’ll ever again.

Josh: Damn, Joe….

Jon: Welp….ya’ll will probably qualify for some discount at daycare. Enroll two kids, get two free.

Y/N: NOT FUCKING FUNNY!

Alexis: Ya’ll! We should help them pick out names!

Alexis: I’ll go first.

Alexis: Kelly, Michelle, and Beyonce

Bianca: Alex, Sam, and Clover

Jon: Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Josh: Theodore, Simon, and Alvin

Jadah: Earth, Wind, and Fire

Alexis: Prue, Phoebe, and Piper

Kaylah: Blossom, Buttercup, and Bubbles

Jon: Luke, Leia, and Han

Bianca: Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles 

Trinity: Toni, Tone, and Tony

Josh: Moe, Larry, and Curly

Jadah: Left-Eye, T-Boz, and Chilli 

Bianca: Salt, N, and Peppa

Y/N: LITERALLY NEVER SPEAKING TO ANY OF YOU EVER FUCKING AGAIN

Bianca: I mean, are you really that surprised, Y/N? You’re only three months, and you look four or five.

Y/N: I just thought it was just my chubby little baby boy 🥺

Alexis: Well, it is…..

Jadah: times three***

Kaylah: JADAH

Jadah: You’ve successfully continued the lineage of light skin basketball players. 

Alexis: Warriors finna start scouting them in middle school.

Joe: Jesus Christ, Jadah.

Alexis: BUT DID SHE LIE.

Y/N: i’m literally crying right now. 😭 AND NOT BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS FUNNY.

Joe: She is. In between threatening me, of course…. 

Kaylah: Bro, can you blame her? Twins….okay. Triplets? That’s insane.

Y/N: I’m literally gonna cut his dick off when he’s sleeping tonight. 🤬

Alexis: Don’t do that, friend. You’ll miss it too much. 😫

Y/N: ….fair  

Jon: Yo, can ya’ll take that nasty shit to another chat??? 

Josh: Please. We trying to celebrate the expansion of the Bloodline! Welcome to the family Ash, Misty, and Brock! 

Joe: Those aren’t half bad name suggestions actually….

Y/N: we are not naming our babies after pokemon characters, you fucking asshole.

Y/N: i hope you still like our sofa cause that’s exactly where your ass is sleeping for the rest of your life.

Alexis: You know good and well Callie ain’t about to let you do her daddy like that. She’s #TeamJoe all day erryday.

Y/N: then she can join his ass in the living room too. we’re gonna need room for all these goddamn kids.

Joe: I’m telling you right now, my baby girl ain’t giving up her room.

Trinity: Ain’t ya’ll got like 10 bedrooms or something?

Bianca: No, but literally. 

Trinity: Anyway, congratulations, and please don’t fight in here. 

Alexis: Naw, they fuck more than they fight. That’s why sis carrying the Holy Trinity now. Wasn’t thinking about that shit everytime she was wearing herself out on BDJ dick and letting him come in her like she Cum Express.

Jon: YO! Family friendly, please! Y/N like my lil sis. Ion wanna think about her like that!!!

Josh: 🤢

Jadah: Lex ain’t wrong though 🤔

Jadah: In all seriousness, congratulations to the both of you! 

Alexis: To many more Moana looking babies!

Y/N: ALL I KNOW IS AT LEAST ONE OF THESE BABIES BETTER HAVE SOME OF MY GODDAMN MELANIN THIS TIME 😭

Trinity: Now, sis…..

Jadah: Y/N, I got a river to sell you…..

Alexis: *sings* she’s biracial. She’s biracial, girl…….

*Y/N HAS LEFT THE GROUP CHAT*

Joe: Look what ya’ll done did.

Jadah: Dude, you are literally the last one to fucking talk.

Jon: Yeah, man, you the one that did it.

Alexis: So like, did you come in her three times back to back or like spurts of cum in threes? I’m tryna see something here. 

*JOE HAS LEFT THE GROUP CHAT*

________

Joe is a good man. You know this. But, that doesn’t make you want to kill him any less for literally impregnating you with three goddamn children at the same time. Sure, he’s absolutely right in that it was most definitely not intentional, just a pure stroke of luck, maybe bad luck, but still serendipitous.

And to his credit, you can see he feels a little bad, mostly because of the increased risk for complications that this pregnancy now stands to face. Still, it doesn't stop him from clearly trying to alleviate some of your anxiety about this unexpected plot twist.

He’s overly kind and patient, offering to stop and pick up your latest craving which happens to be the 10 piece nuggets from McDonald’s. He volunteers to help Callie pack, low key a major favor in that it helps you avoid her 50 million questions she’s already asked about this ‘family trip.’ He even runs a bath for you, bath bombs, bubbles, lit candles, and all.

He’s trying. That much is more than obvious. And you appreciate it.

What you don’t appreciate though is the moment you break the news to Callie. Your mom is a lot easier, surprised but also not surprised? Apparently she was suspecting a multiples pregnancy?

She will also be added to the probation list until further notice for such subterfuge, because as her only child, you could have gotten a heads up or something.

But Callie…..sweet, sweet Callie lives up to reputation of having no filter with the first question to leave her mouth.

“Does that mean Jesus doesn’t love you since He gave you all those babies?”

Your eyes are as wide as saucers as Joe closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. 

No filter whatsoever.

And they just keep coming 

“Why are you having so many?” Callie’s questions are so innocent and sweet, and you know she means no harm, but that doesn’t stop the resurgence of all of your initial, chaotic emotions from earlier. “How are you gonna get all of them out of you, mommy?”

“Oh-kay.” Joe easily swoops Callie into his arms, explaining kindly, “why don’t we let mommy take her bath while you, me, and grandma get started on dinner, hmm?”

This successfully diverts her from unintentionally triggering you as she asks with all the excitement, “can we have spaghetti?”

“We sure can, baby girl.”

He shoots you an apologetic look before taking Callie out of the room, closing the bedroom door. You’re grateful for the dual departure, because you really just need and want to be alone for a little bit.

Stripping your clothes off, you settle into the water that’s heated at just the right temperature. Leaning more on heat than cool. Just the way you like it. 

He knows you so well.

Reclining against the back of the tub, your thoughts wander back to this unexpected twist.

You’re happy. You really are freaking thrilled to be expecting, to be expanding your family, to give Joe more children and Callie siblings. It’s just the childbirth part of it all that has you a little spooked. Callie’s birth really was non-problematic and relatively smooth.

But, it was painful, and that’s not something you’re looking forward to. 

Granted, you’re not sure someone can have a vaginal birth and not experience some level of pain. That just doesn't seem possible. It’s just that the thought of having to do that three times in one sitting is a bit overwhelming and borderline scary.

Three…

Three

For some reason, your mind briefly jumps back in time, not too long ago. Revisiting a conversation. A long overdue, heavy conversation with the one person you never thought you’d meet, let alone develop a budding friendship with.

Jadah. 

In the midst of her sharing and vulnerability, she’d disclosed her losses. Joe’s losses.

Three.

The number was three.

They’d lost three children.

Chills shoot and sprout across your entire body.

You’re not as deeply religious as your mom, but you do believe that some things happen for a reason. Some. 

Nor are you naive or ignorant enough to believe that these children could ever somehow replace the three he lost. That’s just not how life works. 

But 

There is something moving and poignant about the fact that you’re in a strange way able to offer him a different kind of restoration, a different kind of healing, and fill a different type of void.

You could never take away that kind of pain that must burn and rest deep within, but you can give him this. Give him that dream he’s always had of having a big family. Sure, it’s not exactly ideal and you’d much rather have given him three more children on three separate occasions, but that’s just not the way the universe operated this time around.

And that’s okay.

It’s okay.

The bath is suddenly less appealing, a new desire to be around the man you love, the woman who you helped you become the woman you are today, and the little sunshine you’re blessed to call your baby girl.

In under twenty minutes, you’re washed, dressed, and heading down the steps. A smile grows on your face as you walk into the kitchen. Your mom is at the stove, holding Callie as she adds seasoning, explaining to Calista the purpose of each additive.

Joe is at the sink draining the pasta when you move behind him, slightly catching him off guard. He turns and looks down. “Hey, baby.”

Hugging him from the side and burying your head into him, you feel him shift, arms around you as he kisses the top of your head. In a low voice, probably to avoid attracting Callie’s attention just yet, he asks, “you alright?”

Nodding against him, you murmur, “I just love you….a lot.” 

And you do. Lord, you do. For as long as the sun rises and sets in the sky is how long and deep your love for this man will run. He’s done so much, given up so much, sacrificed so much for you. For Callie. But for you too. 

This….this is what he deserves.

________

The four of you are up and on the road before 8am rolls around, Joe’s preference as the official start of your trip and stay at Disney for the next few days is apparently set to kick off at 10am.

The recent consistent early mornings you’ve all had the past almost two weeks make it easier to stay on track and on board, but it’s only twenty minutes into the almost hour and a half drive that things start to get a little chaotic.

Moving in your seat, you look over at Joe. “Baby, I have to pee.”

He quickly turns to you for a second before focusing back on the road. “What you mean you have to pee?”

This man is so damn irritating sometimes. “I mean, urine needs to leave my urethra.”

As if you’re a child, he asks the most obvious question. “Why didn’t you use the bathroom before we left?”

“I did!”

This doesn’t seem feasible to him as he questions almost suspiciously. “And you gotta go again already?”

Rolling your eyes, you start to get a bit snappy, because why does you needing to use the bathroom have to be such a big deal? “Well, I’m sorry your children are playing hopscotch on my bladder, alright?” You’re pretty sure the babies aren’t big enough to be the cause of that just yet. It’s most likely the 32oz cup of lemonade sitting in the cupholder you've been sipping on since you got in the Range Rover that’s got you needing to go to the restroom.

But, he doesn’t need to know that. 

Your personal little morality police then decides to chime in from the backseat where she sits next to your mom. “Mommy, you said a bad word.”

Turning around in your seat to look at her, you ask, “Callie, why aren’t your headphones on?” There’s a reason you made sure to charge and pack them for her. For this very reason.

“Don’t try to deflect. My grandbaby is right. You said a bad word.”

The love you have for your mother and daughter is endless, but the two of them together is bringing on a headache. “Mama, why aren’t your AirPods in?”

She smacks her teeth, waving you off. “Girl, I told you I don’t know how to work them things”

“Mama, you literally just put them in your ear.” Turning to Joe, you ask, “and why haven’t you stopped yet?”

He motions to the interstate asking like the smartass that he is. “Do you see an exit yet?”

“Don’t take that tone with me, okay!” Sniffling more from allergies than true emotions, you sit back in your seat with your arms crossed. “I’m sensitive.”

“Girl, you ain’t never been sensitive a day in your life.”

Yeah, mama is about to get dropped off at the first damn exit.

Forever the curious cat, Callie asks no one in particular. “What does sensitive mean?”

Joe answers with a chuckle, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. “It means your mommy, baby girl.”

It would be perfect if your child was like others and accepted one answer as the final answer, but that’s too good to be true. She’s too smart and inquisitive for that. “Is that cause mommy has all those babies in her tummy?”

“Oh my—” Hand to your temple, you murmur hopefully loud enough for only Joe to hear. “We are never going on a road trip ever again.”

Callie then informs that she too needs a bathroom break. “Daddy, I have to pee too.”

“I guess I could move my bladder again....”

Your mom caving to peer pressure and getting behind you and Callie in the metaphorical line for the restroom sends Joe over the edge. He asks over a sigh, “seriously, did none of yall go to the bathroom before we got on the road?”

With all the sass in the world, you point back to each identifying party as you explain, “she’s young. She’s old. And I’m pregnant. What did you expect?” Grabbing your tumbler, you take another sip of your drink. 

Joe catches this and asks suspiciously. “What are you drinking?”

A pause. “Huh?”

He makes a sound. “Is that water?”

Another giveaway pause. “Y–yeah.”

You maybe, maybe, could have gotten away with it too if not for the little snitch in the backseat. “No, it’s not, mommy. Remember, you put the lemonade in there.”

“Callie!”

He throws up one hand from the steering wheel. “Why would you drink lemonade on a road trip and continue to drink it when you already have to use the bathroom?”

It’s hard to argue with him at that. “Okay, when you put it that way, you may have a point.” 

Joe can only laugh at the chaos of it all, reaching for your hand and bringing it to his mouth as he mutters. “you’re lucky I love you.”

Not as much as you love him.

Or maybe not as much as Callie is about to love him, does love him, because the minute you’re in the vicinity of the wonderfully colorful, large welcome to Walt Disney World Sign, and she lays eyes on it?

It’s a wrap.

With all the excitement and bliss in her little body, she nearly ruptures the eardrums of all three of you with her loud exclamation.

“WE’RE GOING TO DISNEY WORLD!”

Joe has seemingly spared no expense when it comes to his little girl, and this trip is living proof of that. You quickly learn upon your arrival into Disney that he arranged and paid for the VIP experience, which means it’s hands on, personalized service starting with a private shuttle carrying the four of you to the hotel you’ll be staying at.

The hotel is Disney’s Grand Floridian Resort & Spa, which just so happens to be the most expensive resort in Disney World. And it would clearly be remiss of Joe to not reserve the most expensive room in said expensive hotel.

The 3-Bedroom Grand Villa - Lake View

It’s fucking massive. Three bedrooms. Four full bathrooms. A full kitchen, living and dining area, washer and dryer as well as a balcony that overlooks the park.

Stunning.

Your mom is just as much in awe as you are the minute you step foot in the villa, meanwhile Callie is talking a mile a minute about all of the things she wants and needs to do once she learns this trip will be for Magic Kingdom.

Catching Joe by his sleeve, you mouth the words thank you.

He didn’t have to do this. Didn’t have to spend what you know has to be an ungodly amount of money to make this happen. There were ways to keep it nice and simple, but that’s not him because there’s nothing simple about the way he loves his daughter.

The way he loves you.

Lips pressed against your temple, he vows and says the words you’ll probably never get tired of hearing.

“I love you too…”

________

Everything about Disney is even more magical and spectacular than you could have ever imagined.

Big, majestic, magical.

It’s made even better in that this VIP experience includes a guide who’s apparently assigned to your group for the entirety of the trip, helping direct and lead you to the best and most worthwhile places.

Your agenda is not needed, clearly.

Day one kicks off with a visit to the Bippity Boppity Boutique where Joe has arranged for Callie to have the The Princess Signature Dress Package every day that you're there, the most expensive and deluxe option where she gets the full on treatment that morphs her into whatever her chosen Disney princess is.

Of course, she doesn’t hesitate to answer Moana when asked what she wants to be for day one. 

If you have to guess, you’d surmise that Tiana, 2023 Ariel, and Jasmine will be her next three, in no particular order. However, it’s an emotional thing for you to see Callie be so happy and full of glee, especially as she gets to see herself in the mirror. 

She really does look like Moana. It’s kinda crazy.

However, once she’s all princessed up and you and your mom buy and change into overpriced shirts from a nearby shop, you’re ready to tackle the day. 

And what a fucking day. You knew Disney was huge, but you didn’t know just how massive. There’s so many things and options and people on any given corner, and you’re suddenly so grateful for this ability to explore while still maintaining some level of privacy. Having the guide, Cheyenne, makes things so much smoother with even something as simple as using the Utilidors to travel to certain areas.

One thing you were a bit concerned about as the trip got closer was just that — privacy. Especially on top of the whole Mariah fiasco, your apparently being internet famous, and Joe actually being famous, the last thing you wanted was for fans who don’t recognize boundaries to be all over him.

Not when Callie is present.

But Joe probably also had that thought, hence him planning this out so well, so thoughtfully. 

And you’re grateful because it seems to make the experience even better for all, especially Callie. My God, you’ve never seen her so happy. Her smile is permanently tattooed on her adorable face as she gets to meet various Disney characters, especially the Disney princesses. Not everyone is tackled the first day, but that’s to be expected. She does, however, get to meet Moana the first day and holy shit, talk about a religious experience.

She’s damn near in tears from happiness. It’s cute and heartwarming to watch, and you’re so grateful your mother has volunteered herself to be the photographer for this experience. She captures it all. The way Joe walks hand in hand with Callie, how you and Joe walk hand in hand with Callie, all of the meet and greets with the characters, the small rides Callie asks to go on, not too many, but enough. 

It’s all memorialized via the beauty of modern technology and forever etched into your memories for years to come. 

And while Joe is primarily focused on Callie, who wants all of his attention for this experience, that doesn’t stop him from checking in on you. It’s done a couple different ways: nonvernal, verbal, little touches and kisses against your temple as he gauges your comfort level. And each time you assure him with the same variety of ways. It’s a bit of an exhausting experience, what with all the walking and Florida heat, but that’s to be expected and nothing you can’t handle. 

You've waited too long to take away this moment from Callie, from your mom who’s probably emptied her savings with her inability to not buy at least one thing from each store passed. And because she’s just as stubborn as you are, she practically slaps Joe’s hand when he reaches for his wallet to pay for her stuff. 

You’re certain he’ll find some sort of way to compensate her. 

That’s just the kind of man he is. 

The next couple of days seem to roll by faster than you realized, filled with so much happiness and fun that it feels like you blinked and the second to last day has rolled around.

When Thursday evening arrives, said second to last day of your trip, instead of dinner being shared amongst the four of you, Joe throws you for a bit of a loop, informing that he’s reserved a private room for the two of you at Cinderella’s Castle.

It’s not that you’re opposed in the slightest. If anything, it’s nice to be able to have some alone time. 

For whatever reason, your mom spends longer than what’s usual touching up your edges, almost obsessively trying to make them look “perfect.” And she says as such with a coy comment of, “you gotta look your best tonight, baby.”

One could argue you always try to look your best for special occasions, but there’s also this part of you that knows Joe’s love for you goes beyond the physical. It’s deeper than that, so so much deeper. 

As is yours for him.

Still, you tap into your inner makeup artist bag and have Callie ‘assist’ you in doing your makeup after your mom finally feels satisfied with the refresh of your silk press. Silver jewelry and some strappy white heels finish off the baby blue dress you wear that beautifully accentuates your baby bump.

You briefly considered wearing something red, but that’s for Roman. This is Joe. And the baby blue stood out because, at the time, you were thinking you’re having a baby boy. And that could still be the case, just….add on two more.

Joe looks good, but that’s nothing new. This man has never seen ugly a day in his life. 

You’re both taken to the restaurant via that private ride and escorted to the reserved room almost immediately. However, you can’t stop taking in the restaurant that is so heavily themed based on the move its title is based on.

It’s just as beautiful on the inside as it is on the inside. 

“Joe, this is so beautiful.” It feels like you’ve been plopped into a literal scene from the movie, not to mention the added beauty of having privacy away from others.

He asks, almost hesitantly, “you like it?”

“Are you kidding? I love it.” It’s almost beyond you that he could even fix his mouth to ask such a question. This trip has been a dream come true. “This whole thing….everything you’ve put into it. It means the world to me, to my mom, to Callie. Good Lord, you think that girl loved you before? She loves you more than she loves Moana now.”

He laughs. “Damn. That much?”

“That much.” Eyes softening, you say in a low voice. “Thank you, Joe. Seriously.”

He reaches across the table, taking your hand in his and responds in an equally low voice. “Never have to thank me, baby. Ever.”

The food, delicious and probably insanely overpriced, comes out sooner than you anticipated. But, it doesn't stop conversation happening between the two of you. That’s always been a thing. It’s always been so easy to talk to him, to fall into a natural back and forth dialogue. 

You could talk to him for hours and never grow tired. 

That’s how everything started, really.

Friendship.

He was your friend before anything, and even if by some 0.001% chance things ever go south between you again, that’s something you could never give up. Losing him as a partner would gut you, but losing his friendship as well would destroy you.

You can’t lose him again.

Ever.

When the table is cleared and you expect him to announce you should probably head back to the villa, he instead stands and asks for your hand. “Come on. Something I want to show you.”

Curious but trusting him, you wordlessly accept his hand and allow him to lead you out of the restaurant and into the night. You’re partially expecting to take the shuttle to wherever this thing or place is that he wants to show you, but he instead walks hand in hand with you down the cobble path.It’s significantly less crowded than the daytime, but that wouldn’t make much of difference because you’re so deeply in your own little world with this man.

It really does feel like it’s just the two of you.

“I swear my boobs are already getting bigger.”

He laughs at your random statement, asking in a sly voice, “is that supposed to be a bad thing?”

Hitting him on his shoulder, Joe laughs quietly as you murmur, “you try walking around with two melons of fat on your chest, and then see if you feel the same way.” He doesn't say anything, and you instead continue to focus on the beauty around you. Disney really is ethereal. “It’s even more beautiful at night.”

“Hmmm.”

“Do you know where we’re going?” It’s a valid question considering you just realized this is the first time you’ve explored the park without the guide. Granted, you’ve yet to find something that Joe isn’t very good at outside of modern technology, so it’s not far fetched he knows exactly where he’s going.

“Now’s a fine time to ask.”

Slapping his arm, you move into playfully defensive mode. “I have an excuse. I have baby brain.” Unable to help yourself, you add on. “Babies brain, really.”

He chuckles. “I’m still not forgiven, huh?”

Giving him a sideways expression, you decide to be at least a little fair. “You’re getting there.” Slipping into a more vulnerable place, you lay your head against his arm, admitting, “I feel a lot better knowing you’ll be home the whole time.”

“Me too,” he admits. “Your mom should still come stay with us the first couple weeks.”

“I agree. One adult per baby.” You can only imagine him rolling his eyes. “But no, we have to make sure Callie doesn’t start to feel neglected. I have a feeling she’s gonna get a little jealous when she realizes she has to share your attention with the babies.”

He sounds a bit on the defensive side himself as he reminds, “I have more than enough attention and love for any and all of our kids.” 

“I know, baby, but with how attached she is to you, on top of how young she is, that may be hard for her to grasp at first.”

It’s something you’ve thought about a lot just watching her interact with Joe these past couple days. She’s gotten used to not having to share him with anyone. With you, yes, but not with any other kids, any other siblings. She’s excited about being a big sister, yes, but you wonder how that transition into actually being a big sister could be for her.

He seems to understand where you’re coming from now. “We’ll just have to talk with her.”

“I agree.”

A couple minutes later, you’re gasping and smiling when you realize where he’s taking you. You drop your hands from his arms and reach for his hand, leading him in the direction of one of the best things you’ve seen thus far.

“It’s Cinderella’s wishing well.”

You’ve seen a couple of TikToks talking about how this is something that doesn’t get as much attention but is just as adorable as everything else. And they’re right, the design, the location so that it’s right in the perfect view of the castle.

It’s so perfect.

Of course, he has to ruin the mood by asking, “Cinderella is the black and white movie one, right?”

“Joe, none of the Disney movies you’ve seen were in black and white.” Granted, you can see why he would think that given the age of Cinderella. The animation and even voice acting are pretty aged. “This might have been the one you fell asleep on.”

“I wasn’t sleeping.”

“Baby, you were knocked out. You and your lil twin. I think I have the photo on my phone to prove it.” Reaching for your phone to show him the proof, you’re stopped by his hand on your arm. “What?”

He then turns his hand over, revealing a coin. His voice is suddenly lower, almost quieter than it was a couple minutes ago. “Make a wish.”

“Seriously?” That’s also something else you read, the fact that the wishing well is a real, actual well that visitors tend to drop a coin and make a wish with in the hopes of dreams coming true. “Joe, my ass is too old to be making a wish.”

He shakes his head, eyes so soft and focused on you. “Just….just do it.”

The strange shift in his tone, volume, and even expression takes you off guard a bit, but you could also just be looking too into things. “Okay.” Snapping your purse back closed, you accept the coin and move closer to the well. Because of the well lit spotlight, you can see a set of coins already at the bottom. 

It takes a second for you to think about just what to wish for. 

And that’s significantly difficult because there is nothing for you to wish for.

You have everything you could have ever wanted.

It takes a minute, but you finally settle on a wish. You close your eyes, take a nice, efficient breath and flip it into the well with the rest of the wishes. 

Smiling, you turn back around, ready to peer pressure him into making a wish as well. “Alright, now it’s your—”

The sentence is cut premature because of a very good reason, a reason that has your hand over your mouth, your eyes watering and your stomach doing fucking somersaults.

Being in a committed relationship with Joe was something you once dreamed about and somehow became a reality that still stuns you.

Disney has been an unexpected dream you also never imagined would be as spectacular as he’s made it. 

Joe sacrificing his title to spend time with you and Callie knocked the wind out of you.

But this? This is most definitely something you never saw coming.

You never anticipated finding Joe Anoa'i kneeled down on one knee, a small, red square box that reads Cartier in gold writing in his hand that holds the kind of promise and vow of love that’s meant to withstand time.

It’s a miracle your legs don’t give out from underneath you. “Leati…”

“I love you, Y/N. I love you in a way that I really don’t know to accurately describe and help you understand. You’re more than just the mother of my children, you’re my best friend. You were there supporting and encouraging me when I needed it the most. Everything I have now, everything I’ve accomplished, it’s because of you.”

“Baby–”

“We always talk about that time I missed out with Callie, but I didn’t just miss out on time with Callie. I missed out on time with you.” There’s no way for you to hold back the tears that partially obscure your vision as he pours his heart out to you. “And that was on me because I should have married you a long time ago. I’ve always wanted to be with you, and one of my biggest regrets will always be not fighting harder for you, for us. That time we missed out on, that’s on me.”

The emotions coursing through your body is a deep, visceral experience you’ve never encountered. It’s equally wonderful as it is terrifying. At this point, you’re just full on sobbing, no doubt your pregnancy hormones making this emotional moment heavier than what it already is.

Joe is suddenly standing before you, gently lowering your hands and raising your chin to bring your gaze back onto him.

“I should have been honest about my marriage with Jadah. It would have saved all of us a lot of heartache.” He looks so regretful, so remorseful. “Those five years may have never happened, but I can’t change that. What I can change though is how the rest of our lives play out, and I don’t want to do life without you. There is no me without you, Y/N. She was never my person. You are.”

Your eyes are closed as he rests his forehead against yours. “I loved you then, I love you now, and I’ll love you always. Whatever you want, I’ll do. Whatever you need, I’ll provide. I told you before all I needed was for you to say yes when I ask, so I’m asking, please say yes.” You look down to see he’s opened the ring box, revealing the most stunning engagement ring to ever exist. It’s absolutely perfect. “Marry me, Y/N.”

And like the night of WrestleMania, you’re putting all the pieces together. His comment about saying yes, suddenly moving up the Disney trip, your mom wanting you to look perfect.

This was his plan all along.

A proposal.

A proposal at Disney World of all places. 

His final question returns to the front of your mind, and it’s solely because of the hot, emotional mess you are that you don’t answer right away.

You had said answer the minute you saw this man on one knee.

“Yes.” His shoulders visibly relax, and it’s only then that you can see how nervous he was about this. How he could ever question himself is beyond you. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do or give to this man. “Yes, of course, I’ll marry you.”

Joe wastes no time in sliding the stunning, expensive looking ring on your finger, and you’re so in awe. “Oh my god, Joe, it’s so beautiful.” And it is. It’s exactly the kind of ring you’ve always dreamed about but never thought you would ever receive.

“I had it made in November.” Your chest tightens. That was so long ago. “And I’ve wanted to propose to you so many times in between then and now, but you deserved your dream proposal. I wanted to make it as special for you as I could, because it’s the least I could do after making you wait for so long.”

“Joe……” Another set of tears of cascades as you reach up to hug him again, not knowing if there are truly accurate enough words to describe your happiness in this moment. “I love you.” It’s such a simple but weighty thing. No one could ever understand the depth of your love for this man. 

“I love you too.” He moves his hands to your hips as you release him from the hug, hands planted on his chest. “Am I forgiven now?”

Laughing, you shake your head, “yeah….you’re definitely forgiven.” Forever the brat, you can’t avoid using the stipulation. “For now.”

He just rolls his eyes, moving to take your hand as he nods back in the direction of where you’d walked. “Come on.”

Walking and being so close to him helps to settle you. Well, as much as possible considering you just got the surprise of your damn life.

Your body is pressed against his when a thought crosses your mind. “Oh my god, does Callie know?���

“Of course. I had to ask her permission.”

“You should have known that was a no brainer.” It must have been a beautiful, mushy sight to witness. Him asking his little girl for permission to marry her mommy. Callie was probably through the moon. “That and my mama.” Joe is old fashioned in the sense that you can’t see him not also asking for permission from your mom, and he confirms as such. 

“She loves me.” He’s so smug in how he says it too. 

But, he’s not wrong. “I swear, if she wasn’t my mama, she might try to take you from you.”

His voice is calm and collected as he assures. “That ain’t ever happening.”

Granted, that assurance isn’t needed because this man is stuck with you for life now. “Ya damn straight it’s not. All these kids we about to have? I wish you would try to leave me for some white woman who stans Taylor Swift. I’ll call Alexis crazy ass and we jumping you and her.”

He runs his thumb over your knuckles. “You ain’t ever gotta worry about that.” He then asks, “you talked to her yet about being Callie’s godmother?”

“Not yet, but I will. I can’t see her saying no. She never stays in one place for too long, but I know for a fact if she ever needed to take Calista for any reason, she’d settle down in a heartbeat.”

“I agree.” 

It’s a conversation that first came up after the Mariah nightmare and re-emerged after you started the process of removing her as Callie’s legal godmother. Alexis has been a rock for you this past couple months, Callie loves and trusts her, as do you. Joe also feels like she would be the perfect person to take on that special role. 

It’s definitely something you want to discuss with her when you get back from the trip.

Joe leads the two of you back into the castle, but you’re confused when he walks past the room you two dined in and reaches for another door. “Wait, why are we—”

 “Surprise!”

Hands covering your face, you’re buried into Joe as he laughs softly, kissing the top of your head. 

Getting proposed to at Disney essentially in front of Cinderella’s castle was the definition of a plot twist you never saw coming, but having all of your closest friends and family present for a surprise engagement party is beyond a plot twist.

It’s a dream.

Familiar and loved faces fill your vision when you finally pull away from Joe, still blotting the tears away. The room is decorated beautifully, Disney themed, blues and pinks, but it’s the people you care the most about that make it all the more special.

And inarguably your favorite little human being is suddenly running over to you, hugging your legs. “Mommy! Did you say yes?”

The fact that all these people are here is confirmation enough that they all knew what was happening tonight. That they’ve probably been known the same way they knew Joe wasn’t retaining at WrestleMania.

But, the fact that Callie knew does something to you. Makes you even more of an emotional mess.

Sniffling, you lean down and lift your left hand for her to see. “Of course, I said yes, baby!”

Gasping loudly, Callie turns to the group and shouts. “Mommy said yes!”

Laughing at her excitement morphs into laughing at the general responses to said announcement.

“Tag, you’re it!”

“It’s about damn time!”

“My baby’s getting married!”

“She better have said yes! These tickets were expensive!”

“Cue the music!”

The following exclamation is followed up with an old but familiar song filling the room.

Hey now

Hey now

It’s such a nostalgic yet hopeful experience. Celebrating your future with a song that so perfectly encapsulates the magic of the past.

Joining the group that unintentionally seems to separate between women, men, and kids, you’re met with hugs and continued congratulations, but it’s the one from Jadah, the way she whispers in your ear, “you deserve this,” that really does something to your soul. 

Pulling away, you take her hands in yours, giving a squeeze. “Thank you.”

She just gives you a wink, snapping back into her typical sarcastic space as she says, “just don’t think I’m gonna show up for all these special events all the time. I have a lovely lady back home I gotta get back to.”

“You should have brought her!” You’d be so honored to meet the woman who captured Jadah’s heart.

“Next time,” she smirks. You plan to hold her to that.

“Maybe we can have it at my place or something. An informal housewarming party.” Alexis joining the conversation isn’t surprising nor an issue, but her suggestion does confuse you.

“What do you mean housewarming?”

Rolling her pretty eyes, she informs, “I got tired of you coming after me and my non-commitment, so I may or may not have signed a lease for a townhouse about ten minutes out from your place.” An equally shocked and loud gasp leaves your mouth as you again have to fight back more tears. This whole night has been nothing but surprises back to back. “Someone’s gotta be around to help you with this village of children you got floating around in your uterus”

“Alexis…..” You pull her into a hug that lasts longer than the one with Jadah and even Bianca. A sister. Bianca may be your biological sister, but Alexis is your chosen sister.

“Yeah, yeah.” She’s never been the emotional type, but you don’t miss the gleam in her eyes as well as she redirects. “Alexis from Texas is officially moving to Florida!”

It’s the way almost all of the guys' heads snap in the direction of Alexis at her exclamation that makes you roll your eyes but the rest of the ladies feel some type of way.

“And how do you know who Alexis Texas is?” Bianca is the first to ask, which is understandable given Darius was the first to look with intrigue.

But, he’s saved when one of the kids calls out, “who is Alexis Texas?” and all of the adults wisely pivot the conversation, Trinity taking the lead.

“Let’s dance!”

That doesn’t need to be said twice, Kaylah being the one to match your energy the most as you both have a bit of a higher love of Disney than the others. Except one.

Callie suddenly runs up to you, tugging on the side of your dress. “Dance party!”

Laughing, you take her hands in yours, dancing with her, her happy laughter even more melodic and healing as the song playing in the room. 

I've got somewhere I belong

I got somebody to love

This is what dreams are made of

And it’s in the way the lyrics really hit you, the way you and Joe connect eyes and he mouths ‘I love you’ that something crashes into you with all of the heaviness of a life changing realization.

This…..

This is what you always wanted. 

Not to be married, per se.

Not to have that coveted title of being a wife,, the stereotypical white picket fence and husband who clocks in 9 to 5.

All of that is fine and having Joe’s last name truly will mean a lot to you, but it’s not the end goal you always thought it was.

The end goal was to simply be happy.

And as it turns out, that happiness comes in not just the form you’ve always been taught and fed by the media and stories where the prince rushes in and saves the princess. 

You’ve learned that love isn’t just romantic, isn’t just two people devoting and pledging their love and loyalty to one another for forever. That’s part of it, yes, maybe. 

But not all of it. 

It’s the way Joe looks at Callie at any given moment.

It’s the way Callie’s face lights up whenever she’s with you or Joe.

It’s the joy that fills your body when you think of the life, the lives, growing inside you, expanding the family you’ve always wanted, the family Joe has always wanted.

It’s the way the people you love and appreciate the most gathered here tonight to help celebrate such a special occasion, the start of a new, fresh, happy chapter. 

Love is all around.

People just have to find it.

The same way you found yours.

The End

authors note: welp, that's it for book one of reader and joe's story! thank you all so so sooooo much for giving my story a chance and seeing it through this far. 🥺❤️ sincerely never imagined so many people would read/be interested, so thanks a bunch 🥺🥺🥺

i'm also open to suggestions for if our good sis should have all girls, all boys, a mix-up......there's options, clearly. names as well 😅

i will be continuing the next chapter of their story in a sequel titled, 'without you.' i will continue to tag the same people, unless you'd prefer to leave their story as it is here, then please let me know, and i won't tag you. i truly hope you enjoyed the conclusion to part one! 🥺❤️ the first chapter should be up in the next two weeks for book 2!

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Late night reward : Jason Todd x reader

(I swear this plotline never gets boring. Hereby dedicated to @lightwing-s and her bar exam preparations ;) )

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Late night in your apartment.

It's so peaceful and quiet, since every other soul in the building seem to be asleep, your window being the only one lighted by the desk lamp.

Just you and Jason.

And a pile of textbooks and notes on the floor, couch and shelves.

Your hopeful thoughts of finally having time for your boyfriend were brutally torn by absolutely unexpected and completely unnecessary collusion of your college professors.

The staff were clearly focusing all their efforts on making students' lives a living hell by dropping mock exam week on them.  

“Ugh!” Y/n’s strained voice tore right through the calmness of the apartment and the loud thud of a book being thrown onto the floor jolted her boyfriend awake.

“Are you okay?” his reaction was immediate, the concern and instinctive need to protect her suppressing all the haziness caused by sudden awakening. And it made her feel guilty of the reckless action.

‘I will never pass this shit.” She muttered hiding face in her hands, acting as dramatic as a young distressed woman could.

“Maybe you would be feeling better If you actually concentrate on the book rather than throwing your source material around. You know your exams are important and you’re all around the place!”

Ok, now the previous guilt were gone.

“I am concentrating! You should know it best since your girlfriend has been studying non-stop barely having time for you! Unless-“ she raised an eyebrow in a teasing manner “perhaps you don’t give a damn so much, that you didn’t even notice me not spending time with you?”

“Of course I did.” He scoffed. He wanted to argue with her but knew that no matter the words he would just play right into her hands “But we talked about it. This is your last semester. Your finals-“

“Mock finals.”

“Still.” He cut her off with a stern expression “your finals are important”

“I know.” She sighed in an exasperation moving from behind the desk to snuggle into his side on the couch. “I’m just so tired… And tired equals  stressed. And stressed equals distracted.”

“I know baby.’ Jason hummed wrapping one arm around her pulling her closer while brushing her hair in a soothing gesture. As if he didn’t notice the dark circles under her eyes and the fact that she has been lacking sleep for weeks now. It was a bit disturbing, coming back from the patrol in the middle of the night and spotting her swaying in a chair, half-conscious, and carrying her to bed. “Just a few more weeks, Y/N. And then you’ll be able to relax and I’ll cook you the big, good dinner. And no studying allowed.”

“This is motivating…”

Jason nodded and sighed switching the position a bit, so he was leaning on the bed headboard, her back to his chest, hands wrapping around her midsection.

“What are you doing?”

“”Allowing you to both feel comfortable and study.”

“Mhm. Cause your hands in this place are not distracting at all.” She muttered squirming further into his chest eliciting a little laugh from Jason.  

“Go back to studying, princess.”  He leaned forward to kiss the back of her neck “you look so pretty when you try to focus…”

“this is not helping…” she whimpered

“oh really?” Jason teased caressing her waist “what about now?” on the bright side that deep, hoarse voice in her ear had been chasing all the drowsiness away.

“mm. nope. Not at all…”

“What if I give you a kiss every time you go through a chapter?”

“Might need some advance payment…” Y/N grinned turning in his arms just so she could face him

Jason gave her a cheeky grin not wasting another second and capturing her lips in his, smiling into the kiss, so full of himself and the way he thought he played her.

“I was hoping you’d ask for that”

“Of course you did.” She muttered against his lips

His arms wrapped tighter around her, pulling her closer, free hand moving up her back to tangle in her hair and holding her head in place while deepening the kiss.

“I’m drawing a big loan here, am I not?” Y/N whispered locking arms on his neck

“I’ll give you a good interest.” He pulled back way to quickly leaning forehead on his so she could feel the closeness in a bit different way “I believe in you, all right, love? You can finish this chapter. It’s an easy one. And then I’ll kiss you again. And then you can read another one.”

“Promise?” she feigned a sad face   

“Promise.” He smiled pecking her lips as a bonus and handing her the book leaning back again. He closed his eyes, keeping his arm loosely wrapped around her in case she wanted to come back to collect her reward and get more of his smooches.

All night if needed.

[hypnoneghoul]

Bones in Traction

WC: 3k

Relationship: Dewdrop/Rain, Aether, Mountain, Cirrus, Aurora, Aeon, Swiss

Tags: Transmasc Dew, Disabled Rain, Transmasc Rain, Grinding, Size Difference, Size Kink, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Come Eating, Orgasm Denial, Strap-Ons, Vaginal Sex, Fluff, Biting, Marking, Cunnilingus

Ghoul sexualizing Dewdrop's pointy hips in different ways. That's it, that's the fic.

Notes: Commissioned by @everybodyshusband!!! Most of the ideas come from this post, especially tags by @iamthecomet @foolish-iscariot @littlemoon-beam @ghoul-slime @kelthebarb @jesusbutbetterrr and felix himself. also @delusionalbitchinthehouse asked to be tagged :3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Dewdrop’s hip bones are very prominent; it is no secret.

There aren't many options for them to be hidden—baggy pants or an oversized hoodie only, really, if he actually does want to hide them. It’s rare, the need to do so nagging at him when the mean voice in the back of his head tells him he’s too skinny; unworthy of even being called a ghoul.

Most of the time, though, they’re put on full display and Dewdrop’s pack can never get enough.

Rain is an avid enjoyer of many things sexual; there’s not many things he wouldn’t do. Because of that it surprises people to find out he has a soft spot for simple…grinding. Half the toys he owns are colorful fantasy grinders of different designs and densities; there’s just something about dragging his wet cunt back and forth over them that makes the water ghoul go a little stupid.

His body doesn’t always agree with him, though.

Sometimes he just can’t muster up the strength to work for an orgasm in such a way, sometimes the pain radiating from his joints and muscles is too strong for him to move. Laying on his back and using his hands to reverse-grind doesn’t scratch the itch quite the same, and sometimes even that is too much for him.

That’s when Dewdrop comes in.

“How do you want me, fish boy?” he asks, pressing himself against Rain’s body gently. He delivers a soft kiss to his cheek and nuzzles into it, waiting for instructions. Dewdrop can brat alright but he knows when to be a good boy and help his water ghoul.

“Can you–” Rain sighs, “your hips?”

Dewdrop doesn’t reply verbally; he just nods and slides down the bed. They are way past having to explain anything like this to each other. Rain watches with a desperate look as the fire ghoul gets rid of all his clothes—every little patch of newly revealed skin makes him breathe a little heavier.

Rain lets his legs fall to the side to accommodate Dewdrop. He knows what to do by now; he grabs them gently and pulls them up to hook around his waist. The water ghoul sighs in relief at having his legs elevated and heated up by Dewdrop’s fire ghoul body.

He stretches up to kiss Rain on his parted lips as he angles himself properly. He drops his hips slightly until the left pointy part of his ilium bone presses against the water ghoul’s damp cunt.

Rain sighs at the contact but it quickly turns into a moan when Dewdrop starts to move; dragging the sharp bone over his mate’s chubby clit.

“So good, baby, thank you,” Rain whines. His chest warms up when he sees the contented little smile on Dewdrop’s face—the fire ghoul is always happy to please his mate and get praised in return.

Once he gets Rain off, he’ll work his own cunt over the water ghoul’s thigh and make their sheets that much wetter.

Aether and Mountain are equally insane about Dewdrop’s size in comparison to them.

The latter goes crazy for the way Dewdrop looks—as if he could be snapped in half any second. It’s only the appearance, of course, but if Mountain thinks too much about it his pants will get tight anyway.

The quintessence ghoul is similar, albeit for him it’s more about being able to feel Dewdrop in that slightly strange way. The way pale skin stretches over sharp bones all over the fire ghoul’s body makes Aether’s eyes roll back into his head.

Dewdrop’s hip bones, specifically, have the most power over both Aether and Mountain.

“You’re so small, firefly,” the quintessence ghoul grunts, slowly fucking in and out of Dewdrop’s ass. Both his holes are drooling, dripping onto Aether’s cock and easing his slide. He’s so thick the fire ghoul feels filled to the very brim, unable to take more or even breathe. “So little under me, look–just look at these.”

These are, of course, Dewdrop’s hip bones. Aether grabs them, all but pinches them between his thumb and pointer finger on both sides. It feels weird, it always does—especially if he squeezes.

It’s so fucking weird, just…just holding his bones like that.

Dewdrop knows the concept shouldn’t be as hot to him as it is.

“Our little fire lily,” Mountain sighs, running his fingers through Dewdrop’s sweaty hair where he’s pillowing his head. His other hand is wrapped tightly around his own cock, stroking to the same rhythm that Aether fucks the fire ghoul in.

They’ve been at it for a while—like always, without rush. The urgency only comes when all their noises rise in pitch and volume.

The quintessence ghoul drags one of his hands from Dewdrop’s hip to his clit and rubs him to completion. He moans through it and squeezes Aether’s cock, bringing him to the edge, too.

He pulls out with a grunt just as he’s about to cum, making Dewdrop whine in overstimulation. The quintessence looks down at where the nearly purple head of his cock lays against Dewdrop’s pale skin and gives exactly one hump against one of his hip bones before he’s cumming. His cum fills the little divots by the bone and Mountain drools from where he’s watching Aether’s cock spill. He speeds up the movements of his hand around his cock and waits for the quintessence ghoul to go down from his high.

“All for you, Mount,” Aether tells him and backs up. Mountain trills happily, low in his throat, and slots his cock against Dewdrop’s shin. His head goes to the fire ghoul’s hip and he shoots the moment he lays his hand over it—it’s the way its shape fits in his palm. He leans down as he shudders through the aftershocks to lick up Aether’s cum.

“Such good boys,” he praises the both of them.

In no time Mountain will fall asleep with his cheek slotted perfectly against the curve of Dewdrop’s pointy hip bone. Aether’s hand will lay over the other one as the fire ghoul snores between them; all blissed out and happy.

Cirrus sees the fire ghoul’s bony hips as just another way for her to be cruel.

She will get him worked up with quiet words and little passing touches, promise to fuck his brains out with her biggest strap, but then–

“Cir–Cirrus, please,” Dewdrop begs. Again. “Stick it in somewhere that matters, fuck.”

“Oh, spitfire, but this is working so well!” she laughs. It’s cruel. It might be working for her considering the attached vibrator buzzing against her clit and the dildo snug inside her, sure, but the fire ghoul is in misery.

Cirrus thrusts forward again, bumping the head of the strap-on against the arch of Dewdrop’s hip bone. She didn’t put any lube on it so she could really rub the fake cock against the fire ghoul’s sensitive skin, and, indeed, she’s been torturing him for long enough that the usual pale gray turned into an irritated pinkish one.

Dewdrop has to admit Cirrus is creative when it comes to finding new methods to torture her pack.

The exaggerated noises spilling from her mouth as she works herself over on the toys against and inside her are making the pit in Dewdrop’s stomach deepen, as he only lays there with no stimulation whatsoever. He can barely bring himself to beg anymore, but he’s getting closer and closer to the point of a real sexually-frustrated breakdown.

Cirrus, as on cue, turns off her vibrator before throwing her legs over Dewdrop’s and crawling up his small form. He looks up at her with a somewhat terrified expression—one can never know what she’s really up to.

Cirrus straddles his chest and shoves another pillow under his head to get a better angle before grabbing his jaw and squeezing to forcefully open his mouth. Not like he wouldn’t open it willingly—of course he would; he and his oral fixation.

“There we go, all wide for me,” she coos as she pushes her strap into his mouth.

“That’s not–what I–meant!” Dewdrop gurgles around it, spitting out the words when Cirrus pulls back in between her thrusts.

“We gotta get it wet if you want me to stick it anywhere else, spitfire,” she sighs. The fire ghoul can’t argue with that, unfortunately. He may be plenty slick on his own, but he definitely does not want to find out what Cirrus could do to him with a dry dildo.

She fucks his mouth for a little while, cooing over him and petting his messy hair. All Dewdrop can do is stare up at her with glassy eyes and fight his gag reflex.

In no time at all Cirrus pulls out and gets off of him entirely, though. Dewdrop whines at the loss of contact, but the ghoulette returns soon enough. She grabs his ankles in one hand and lifts his legs to take a good look at his holes. Dewdrop whines at the strain on his muscles as she all but bends him in half.

“Now,” she hums, considering, “where do I stick it in, hm?”

The fire ghoul has no doubt there is a long night ahead of him.

Aurora likes to feel Dewdrop’s hip bones pressing into her soft tummy when he fucks her.

The two small ghouls love to explore many different positions, but both their favorite is a simple missionary with Aurora on the literal and technical bottom. Dewdrop clad in nothing but his harness with a decently sized pink dildo attached—the ghoulette’s favorite. 

Sometimes her own hip bones will grind against his. It’s not a pleasant feeling in the slightest because of how thin the skin between them is, but it shoots something hot down both their spines anyway.

And makes Dewdrop speed up his movements to throw them over the edge.

The fire ghoul loves wandering his hands all over Aurora’s body when they have sex, especially her tits. They’re not much bigger than his own, but he doesn’t mind. Neither of them does. 

Dewdrop adores laying one hand on Aurora’s own sharp hip and the other on her boob, but his favorite is simply planting his face between them or sucking one of them as his hips work. He’ll knead and suck and bite a little, leaving fang marks and hickeys all around the ghoulette’s breasts. She’ll return the favor sometimes, but it’s Dewdrop that simply has to have something in his mouth at all times and, well, who wouldn’t want pretty ghoulette tits in their mouth?

The fire ghoul mouths along the column of her throat, going down from her lips to his prize. Aurora sighs and moans and whimpers sweetly under him and it’s all music to his ears.

“Fucking me so well, Dewy,” she sighs, arching her back into Dewdrop’s touch some more, pressing their hips closer together. A quiet trill escapes his mouth at the praise and her hand gently combing through his hair as he slides back in at a perfect angle to hit the ghoulette’s sweet spot. They have each other all mapped out, outside and inside, by now.

Aurora digs her claws around Dewdrop’s ilium on both sides. She knows they’ll leave little indents, maybe even tiny wounds if she manages to pierce his skin. She’d like that and the fire ghoul would, too—she gets jealous seeing all the marks on his hips from other ghouls. Swiss’ work is always so clearly recognizable; she wants something that screams her.

She’ll come up with something, sooner or later, but for now she’ll wrap her arms around Dewdrop and squeeze to bring him closer; to feel his hips digging into hers.

Aeon’s eyes sparkle at the sight of Dewdrop’s hip bones for an entirely different reason than most of their packs’.

To the young quintessence ghoul they are just…cool.

His own are quite prominent, too, but he’s not interested in them in the slightest. No, it’s Dewdrop’s hip bones that he loves. Aeon has never explained it; said he doesn’t know how. He just loves touching them whenever he can.

In the morning when Dewdrop comes down to the kitchen with a low slung sweatpants and stretches with a yawn.

During a rehearsal when he simply has to rub himself against the fire ghoul’s back and shove his hands under his arms and guitar just to squeeze them.

In the evening when they fuck; no matter the position Aeon’s hands will always find their way to Dewdrop’s hips.

At night when they sleep, cuddled up—all but tangled—together, the quintessence ghoul holding them like a beloved stuffed animal.

“Why do you love them so much?” Dewdrop asks one time. He and Aeon have been watching a movie in his bed; it has ended ages ago, but neither had or has any willpower to move away and put something else on. They’re snuggled up, both purring loudly, so it’s understandable.

Aeon, of course, sneaked his hand under Dewdrop’s sweatpants a while ago and has been absentmindedly rubbing his hip bone all that time.

“Dunno,” he shrugs, “but they’re a part of you so…that’s enough for me.”

If the young quintessence ghoul can feel how Dewdrop’s body gets hotter at his words, he doesn’t mention it. It's insane how much love Aeon still has inside him.

“I love you, too,” the fire ghoul says, trying his best to hide how flustered he is. Aeon hums in acknowledgement and leans up to place a lazy kiss just under Dewdrop’s jaw. They’re both so warm and soft, any more movement feels like too much.

It’s quiet—apart from their purring—for the next…while. Time doesn’t matter in the slightest, they’re enjoying the laziness.

Aeon is a sweet ghoul, despite everything that has happened to him. He’s not even aware how admirable he is; having gone through so much and still being capable of affection, of laughing and smiling, of purring in another’s arms.

Dewdrop doesn’t praise him nearly enough, scared of his own feelings, but in moments like this he has no filter.

“You’re so brave, bug,” he mumbles. Aeon perks up with a little questioning hum, but the fire ghoul doesn’t offer an explanation; he just goes on. “So sweet and caring and soft. I love you so much, you know that? I know I’m harsh sometimes and I blame it on my past, but–but you are the purest creature there is. I was scared to let you in, but now I can’t imagine my—our—life without you here.”

Aeon’s stunned. It’s not the first time he’s been told similar things, but he’s never gotten better at accepting them. His purrs get lower and deeper and he snuggles in even closer to Dewdrop, wrapping himself all around him and digging his fingers into his hips.

Maybe it's just Aeon’s love language and one does not question that.

Swiss gets absolutely feral about Dewdrop’s hips, as he tends to do about many things that wouldn’t be typically considered sexual. He always blames it on his multi ghoul nature.

Anything that comes to mind that could be highlighted about the fire ghoul’s hips—Swiss loves it. The way they feel against his own stomach when they fuck, the way they feel under his hands when he eats the fire ghoul out, the way they look when he lays breathless in their nest.

When in an unexpected heat on stage once, Swiss dared to run up to Dewdrop and put his hands on him as he rubbed his cock against his ass. To most it looked like the multi ghoul was aiming for Dewdrop’s junk—whatever the fans think he’s got—but the truth is he craved to grab his hips.

Yes, Swiss really enjoys them and, most of all, he loves marking them up.

He’ll take any opportunity to suck at the thin skin covering the bones and turn them purple, to pierce it with his fangs and watch a thin trail of blood flowing down the sharp side.

“Swiss, Swiss, oh–fuck,” Dewdrop moans, clenching on the multi ghoul’s tongue. Swiss’ big hands are placed over his hips; using them as handles and to keep the other from wriggling too much. He hums against the fire ghoul’s cunt and it goes straight to his clit—making his first orgasm of the night wash over him. “Cumming–oh, fuck, shit, ah!”

Swiss smirks—always proud of himself. He’s going to give Dewdrop a moment for the overstimulation to pass, for him to rest a bit before they go again—it was only the beginning, Swiss didn’t even touch himself yet. This gives him a perfect little moment to move up and put him mouth on Dewdrop’s hip bones instead.

“There’s my girls,” he mutters before kissing first one and then the other pointy bone. Dewdrop would laugh or roll his eyes if the aftershocks of his orgasm weren’t still making him tremble. Ages ago he would have thought that by ‘my girls’ Swiss meant the fire ghoul’s tiny tits, but…well.

Swiss latches his mouth onto one of his hip bones and sucks, teasing it with his fangs and tongue, and scratching the skin around them with his stubble. Dewdrop squirms under him, muttering something incomprehensible under his breath. Swiss doesn’t care much; it’s his play time.

By the time he leaves one side of the fire ghoul’s hips a deep red and purple and moves on to make the other match, Dewdrop is wiggling for an entirely different reason.

“Okay, fuck, enough,” the fire ghoul breathes out, “‘m ready, get it in. Fuck me.”

Well, how could Swiss say no to such a pretty request? He grins and obliges; only once satisfied with how his hip bones are looking, though.

Everyone’s love for Dewdrop’s hip bones is certainly a little strange, but what matters is that it comes down to one thing: the whole pack loving their fire ghoul just the way he is, even if he doesn’t always love himself.

[pyro-les]

It's a blessing and it's a curse part 3

Regina George x Reader

After dropping Gretchen and Karen off in town Regina goes to drive along the route Y/N walks home. They had already arranged for Y/N to quickly hop into her car discretely when she goes past, whe even took her mum's car so it wouldn't be easily recognised as hers if anyone saw.

Finally spotting Y/N's figure Regina slowly pulls up alongside her so she can quickly jump in the car before continuing to drive. "Hey baby." Regina says sweetly as Y/N gets in.

"Hi." Her girlfriend says, smiling softly. "How's your afternoon been?" She asks.

Regina sighs saying "Awful, I missed you." Y/N giggles saying that it had only been 3 hours since she last saw her. "Don't laugh, do you have any clue how hard it is putting up with stupid boys like Aaron all day when all I want to do is spend time with you?" Regina pouts.

"Well we've got all of tonight and tommorow morning, we can just order take out, watch a movie and cuddle." Y/N replies

Pulling into Y/N's driveway the couple head into the house holding hands with Regina leading the way, eager to finally have some proper alone time with her girlfriend. What they don't realise however, is that Damian had just got to the door of Cady's house only a few doors up and had seen a flash of blonde hair entering Y/N's house seemingly dragging her in behind them.

"That was weird." Damian says as he enters Cadys house to see her and Janis already sitting on the sofa happily chatting away.

"What was?" Cady asks.

"I just saw some blonde girl drag Y/N into a house down the road." Damian says kind of confused. "I didn't think she really hung out with anyone other than the drama kids at school, and well none of them have hair like that. Or are even that tall to be fair."

"That's weird. I mean I don't really see her around them in school much, let alone out of school. " Janis says equally as confused.

Cady, realising the girl Damian had seen must have been Regina tries to stop the conversation. "It's probably just someone from out of school, or a relative or something. I mean it doesn't really affect us. Can we just watch a film now?"

"That's a good point it could be a relative!" Janis exclaims. "Wait that's quite sad, if she doesn't have any friends. Maybe we should invite her over here." Janis proposes which Damian immediately agrees to.

"Um I'm not really sure if my mum would like that." Cady says earning looks of confusion from Damian and Janis. "I just mean that she only agreed to you two coming over. I guess I could ask when she gets home though." She adds on.

Back at Y/N's house Regina holds Y/N from behind, her arms wrapped tightly around her waist as she puzzles her head into her neck. "What are you doing baby?" Y/N asks as she tries to make some tea however that is proving a bit difficult with Regina stopping her from being able to move around the Kitchen.

"I'm hugging you duh." Regina says confused why Y/N is asking about something so obvious. "Am I not allowed to love you?" She adds on with a pout.

"Of course you can, but you're making this kind of difficult. I can't get to the fridge." Y/N replies.

"Hmmm fine." Regina says moving to get the milk from the fridge for her girlfriend.

"Thank you" Y/N says with a smile as she takes it from Regina who gives her a light kiss on her cheek.

After they finished making their tea the couple headed to Y/N'S room to watch a movie. They had already been home over an hour watching a random show Regina chose although neither of them really paid much attention, opting to talk to each other instead. Just as they started to head up the stairs they heard a knock on the door.

Turning to Y/N quizzically Regina asks "who is that? Is it your mum?"

Y/N shakes her head "no, she's working a night shift today. And she has a key anyway, she wouldn't need to knock." She pauses for a moment wondering who it could be before adding on "it might be one of the neighbours, I think we got a parcel for one of them."

Taking Y/N'S mug from her Regina says "OK, I'll take these upstairs while you answer it then."

Heading back towards the door Y/N hears a few muffled voices from outside now even more confused on who it could be, who would need multiple people to pick up a parcel? "Hey, I've got your-" Y/N says as she opens the door before noticing who's there. "Oh, hi? What are you doing here?" She asks incredibly confused.

Janis smiles and says "we're watching a movie at Cady's house, do you want to join?"

Hesitating for a moment Y/N says "I'm really sorry I can't I've got, um, homework to do. Yeah homework, I really want to finish it before my mum gets home."

Damian and Janis glance at each other seeming to know something, but what? Y/N wonders if they realised she's bluffing. "Oh, OK well we just thought we would ask because you seem pretty cool and we don't really talk as much as we should." Damian says with a smile.

"Thanks! I really appreciate it, I'm just really busy tonight but I'd be down to hang out another day?" Y/N offers, genuinely happy they want to be her friends.

The pair nod and smile before Janis says "that's alright, see you at school next week?"

"Yeah, definitely. See you!" Y/N says with a smile as Janis and Damian turn to leave.

After Y/N closes the door, Damian asks, "Did she have a lipstick print on her cheek?"

"I think so"

Back inside her house Y/N hears Regina ask who was at the door as she heads up stairs she shouts "it was Janis and Damian." Reaching her bedroom door she sees her girlfriends confused face and adds on "they wanted me to go to Cady's house to watch a movie with them."

"That's weird. What did you say?" Regina asks as Y/N sits next to her on her bed.

"I told them I had alot of homework to do. They were fine with it but it's just really weird, I mean they're nice but we barely talk to each other and now they're suddenly inviting me to hang out with them." Y/N responds.

Regina just hums in agreement grabbing her cup of tea before saying "Anyway, what are we watching today?"

"I was thinking we could continue our Ghibli marathon?" Y/N says as she grabs the TV remote.

Leaning into her girlfriends side Regina responds "Yeah that sounds good."

"Good" Y/N says with a smile, "I still can't believe you hadn't watched any studio ghibli films before, not even Totoro."

"I only really watched whatever was considered cool, no one ever recommended it to me before you and everyone else I know thinks anime is really lame." Regina says a bit sadly.

"Honey, you shouldn't let other people's judgements effect what you like, if you're interested in something then watch it."

Regina nods before saying "I know but it's hard, I'm getting better at doing my own thing though. And I do really like the films now, I'm glad you recommended them to me."

Smiling Y/N says "and I'm very proud of you for that."

Finally finding what she was looking for Y/N smiles pressing play on the film and says to Regina "okay so now that we've gone through some of the most famous ones you can finally watch my favourite, When Marnie was there."

Even though she doesn't know what the film is Regina finds so much joy in seeing Y/N this excites about it and happily agrees to watch it saying that she's sure of her girlfriend like it this much then she will too.

And she was right, the two happily watched the film together as they lay in bed holding each other close occasionally talking about the plot with Y/N trying really hard not to ruin the ending and she just about managed to not spoil it. Instead she got to see Regina's reaction to who Marnie really was exclaiming that she thought they had a bit of a thing going on and it wouldn't work now causing Y/N to giggle before telling her her own original thoughts when she watched the film.

She also got an earfull when Regina started crying in parts of it exclaiming that she didn't tell her it was a sad film to which Y/N responded "Hey atleast it's not grave of the fireflies!" Leaving Regina confused and now scared for when they'll watch it.

After the movie the pair ordered pizza and watched a movie of Regina's choice however they spent alot less time watching the film and alot more time either talking or making out, neither of them half as interested as they had been in the previous film. Everything had been normal, the most weird thing being some strage noises ourside when they had been making out, otherthan that it was what the couple would call the perfect night at home. There was nothing more they could ask for than relaxing, watching movies, having good food and being together. Everything was perfect, as far as they knew.

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@riveristrying13

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A/N:

Thanks again for reading I hope you enjoyed this (I think) slightly longer chapter, as always let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged on the next part. Also let me know if you have any ideas on what the strange noise outside was, I'd love to see if anyone got it right.

Also, please note this is not proofread so I apologise for any typos or grammatical errors, that being said if anyone wants to beta read to both help me and essentially get early reading access that would be greatly appreciated! :)

Thanks for reading!

[adokyoguen]

How would JJK characters react when you smack their cake?

read this first!

I had to ask a friend of mine for help to research what "smack their cake" means, lol

I don't know if what I wrote is exactly what is in the request, since my native language is Portuguese and not English.

So I hope that's really what I wrote.

AND PLEASE, if something is written wrong, my English isn't very good these days and I needed the translator's help, so I ask you to ignore it.

I hope you like it ;)

Suguru Geto

He would be a little uncomfortable being caught off guard, like, it's not normal for someone to slap your ass out of nowhere while you're walking down the street distracted.

Geto would turn to look at your face, in disbelief as he places his hand on the spot abused by your hand.

He would automatically have an existential crisis, but in the end, he would end up returning the slap.

Satoru Gojo

You forced Gojo to cook dinner while you showered and changed into comfortable clothes after your last mission. But when you walked past the room and saw Gojo on his back washing the dishes... you lost all your control and slapped Gojo's ass. The man knew you were approaching him from behind, but he didn't imagine you would hit his ass, making him take a few seconds to understand why his ass was burning.

When his system (his brain lol) kicks back in, he'd smirk and say, "Equal rights."

Now you were both sore, but he went harder on you.

Megumi Fushiguro

I don't see Megumi being comfortable with this, like, even if you're his girlfriend, I think it would be a little uncomfortable for him. If you were in a public place, he would be 100% sulky (looking like a 5 year old) and would be annoyed that you embarrassed him. If you were in a more private place, he would still be uncomfortable but it would be much less so than in public.

In both scenarios, you would have to go and apologize to him and after lots of kisses and affection, he would accept your apology and ask you to never do that again.

Yuji Itadori

There's no way around it, this boy would literally return the slap twice as hard as you imagined. If you had the freedom to spank his ass, he had that freedom too, right? But you didn't think he would hit you so hard, like... you could swear his handprint was left on your skin. No matter if you were in a public or private place, you would receive instant karma from Yuji.

Sukuna would be disgusted by the actions of the two of you. "How did humans become so disgusting to this level?" It would be one of the doubts that would cross Ryomen's mind.

Kento Nanami

If you did that in public, he might be uncomfortable and ask you not to do that again, not when there are people around. In private, he would probably let you spank his ass to see his smile, but he wouldn't feel good if it became recurrent.

Long talk about this, lol.

Yuta Okkotsu

Okay, this boy would panic. First he would think he had done something wrong to receive a slap from you, but then he would notice your laugh and his penny would drop and his cheeks would automatically turn red. (Rika probably wouldn't be happy about that lol)

He would never, I repeat, NEVER slap you back, he would never lay a finger on you, regardless if it was a joke or not. But he likes to see you happy, so he would do anything to see you smile.

Toji Fushiguro

Depending on his mood, he would just return the slap, or he would simply take it as an invitation for the two of you to be alone and automatically take you to the first room he found. But if you prefer the second option, know that you'll probably get more slaps than bread dough or something.

[legomonkiefics]

Hellooooo it’s me if it’s not too much can you do a x GN!Reader between Redson and Syntax (being rivals) or if you can’t do that would you be able to do it with Peng and Macaque (also rivals)

❤️🔥 Nerds at War — Red Son and Syntax x GN Reader HCs 💻💚

Genres: Fluff, Comedy || they/them pronouns for reader, he/they/she pronouns for Red Son || No warnings needed

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- Getting the attention of one snarky mech nerd was one thing, but catching the eye of two? That tended to be a bit of a whirlwind

- Both like to brag, so they both try to catch your attention with big displays of their accomplishments and showing off their inventions to you

- Syntax tries to be all suave and charming and Red Son will light the end of his long coat on fire to get him to run off so she can slide over and talk to you instead

- They're not good at hiding the rivalry, like at all. They argue in front of you all the time and are constantly very obviously one-upping the other to try and win your attention

- They often get into insult matches with one another

"Spoiled calf"

"Funny coming from the sewer dweller"

"HEY-"

- Both wanna spoil you in their own way, but their methods are pretty unconventional. Red Son keeps offering to take out enemies and burn stuff for you, while Syntax acts like his method of attempting to impress you with a bug designed to turn people into servant zombies is any better

- Red Son of course makes a point to brag about being royalty, while Syntax makes sure to mention that he's working for royalty. Both want you to experience a life of opulent luxury by their sides, but are also constantly putting down the other's kingdoms

- Syntax absolutely has tripped Red Son using his metal spider legs several times and pushes them out of the way using them whenever he wants to slide over to you

- Red Son loves to keep you warm using his natural body heat, while Syntax offers you his large jacket. They have gotten into fights before about which is better while you were just standing there chilly

- The second you even begin to seem upset at the bickering they drop it to swarm you with affection at the same time, the two demons finally putting their egos aside for another for once

- It really just boils down to they both want nothing but the best for you, and they both see themselves as the absolute best

- Syntax has hacked Red Son's electronics before out of spite. Red Son has lit fire to Syntax's gadgets in return

- Syntax gets infinitely annoyed when he tries to plan a whole scheduled day for you two only for Red Son to somehow always show up

- Both of them will absolutely beat up someone for you no questions asked, you just gotta make sure they don't automatically use that on each other

- Despite being equally snarky and witty, you're their shared soft spot. If you request peace, they'll both immediately do whatever it takes to keep you happy. They're just dorks in love at the end of the day, with really intense egos on top of that

[theemporium]

Ok your jealousy fic gave me an idea… what about if Daniel actually does find Sunshine behind bars after a night out gone wrong

this was written in like 15 minutes because I couldn’t help myself shshshsbsj but enjoy! and thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

.

Daniel should’ve known better.

In the past, a lot of his relationships failed because of a lack of understanding. Whether it be the world of his job or the group of people he hung out with, most girlfriends didn’t make it very long before they realised they wanted more and went running for the hills.

You were different because you were already immersed in the world of Formula One. You were an engineer, you travelled with the team, you understood what pressure he was under a lot of the time.

And it meant you understood the other drivers too, that his friends were your friends before you both started dating. Daniel loved that, he loved that you got along so well, he loved that your lives were so intertwined.

And yet, in moments quite like this one, he can’t say he’s all that grateful for the friendships you made.

He should’ve known better when you said you were going out with Max and Lando. He was invited, after all it was summer break and they had weeks to enjoy before they were flying across the globe again. But he declined, happy enough to kiss you on the lips and tell you to message him if you wanted him to pick you up.

Except, he never got that text. In fact, he received no text at all. Instead, Daniel had been woken up by the shrill of his phone ringing, his hand blindly reaching for his phone from his spot on the couch where he dozed off.

But his eyes shot open once the words ‘police station’ and your name was found in the same sentence.

That was how he found himself walking into the local police station in Monaco, haphazardly dressed in whatever hoodie and shorts he could find before he quickly made his way over. He followed the officer into the back, finding you sat between Lando and Max, all with sheepish looks on your face as you sat in the holding cell you had been locked in for the hour.

“Hey, baby.”

Daniel shot you a look—one that was equally reciprocated to both boys on your side, before he turned to the officer again.

A whole load of paperwork and twenty minutes later, the cell was opened and the three of you were scampering out like scolded puppies with your tails between your legs.

It wasn’t until you were all back at your shared apartment where the silence broke. Daniel was far too tired to drop the other two boys at their own homes, just muttering that they could each take a spare room.

After they gave him an explanation.

“Listen—”

“This better be good,” Daniel grumbled, his hands placed on his hips. It was nearing an ungodly hour in the night and he wasn’t sure how much of this story he could handle.

“It wasn’t my fault,” you said to him.

“Really?” Daniel deadpanned. “Then who’s fault was it? Because you were the one in the cell.”

“This bitch!” you insisted. “She wouldn’t leave Lando alone! He’s a baby! He needed help!”

Lando nodded solemnly. “I am a baby. A hot baby, but a baby nonetheless.”

Max’s nose scrunched. “That’s not how that works.”

“So, what? You’re in jail because some chick didn’t leave Lando alone?” Daniel interrupted, pressing his fingers to his temples. “Sunshine, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well no,” you started, a sheepish expression on your face. “I was in jail because even after all the verbal warnings, she wasn’t getting the hint.”

“She tried to stick her hand down my pants,” Lando added.

“So I punched her in the face,” you finished.

Daniel blinked. “You punched her?”

“Yes,” you said, without an ounce of regret in your voice. “Right in the face. Think I broke her nose.”

“Oh, you definitely did,” Max hummed. “I heard it crack.”

“I—” Daniel sighed deeply before looking at the two boys. “How did you two end up in jail then?”

“Some dude got involved and tried to hit me—” you started.

“So, I hit him first,” Lando said with a slightly embarrassed smile. “It hurt. Like, a lot.”

Daniel could barely wrap his head around the whole matter before his eyes fell on his teammate. “And you?”

“I don’t really know,” Max admitted with a shrug. “It was either punching the security guard who tried to throw us out or the hundreds of euros worth of damage we made at the bar after I shoved the man Lando punched into the bar and all the shelves came crashing down.”

Daniel pressed his hand against his chest like he was genuinely winded.

“Baby—” you moved to step closer to your boyfriend.

“Just…let’s get you all to bed, yeah?” Daniel murmured. “I can feel a headache starting and I need at least a few hours of sleep before I can deal with this.”

Both boys didn’t need to be told twice before they ran off down the hall, knowing where their spare rooms were already. However, you stayed where you were, looking nervous as you stared at your boyfriend.

“Are you mad at me?” you whispered, your voice soft and quiet and unlike you.

“Sunshine,” Daniel’s face instantly softened as he moved forward to cup your face. “Of course not, baby, I’m just…overwhelmed. You were just protecting your friend…even if it got really out of control.”

“I’m sorry you had to come bail us out,” you murmured, your arms wounding around his torso.

“Just gives me plenty of ammo to use against you three,” he joked playfully before leaning down to kiss you softly. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed before you start planning your next felony.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re acting like I’m a criminal.”

“Well, in the words of Britney herself, I’m in love with a criminal,” Daniel grinned widely.

“You’re cheesy.”

“You like it.”

.

[mrsensitive]

4 times everyone else caught on before the 1 time you and quinn finally did

a good old 4+1 ft. best friend beau & a couple other cameos, some mutual pining and also reader is a costume designer . kind of an elaboration of a lil blurb i wrote a while ago so if it seems familiar no it doesn't 😋

1

You’d never been more grateful for Friday to roll around. You’d had what felt like the longest week from hell and just wanted to take your mind off everything, so when your new neighbour turned best friend Beau texted you to meet him and a couple friends at the bar, the thought that you wouldn’t know half the people there wasn’t enough to dissuade you from joining.

When you arrive, you’re quick to spot the group - Beau hadn’t lied when he said it wasn’t just the team, but he might’ve stretched the truth when he said you already knew some of the guys. A quick once over is enough for you to realise the only other person you really know is Brock. Sure, you had heard of the others from Beau’s stories and the fact that you sometimes watched the games, but you were starting to wonder if you should’ve just gone home to your bottle of wine instead.

Beau is quick to welcome you though, flooding you with the names of everyone you’d yet to meet and pushing you into the seat he’d just vacated.

“Wait here, I’m getting the next round,” he beams at you, a good few drinks in already. “Brock come give me a hand, bud.”

You try to get your bearings a little, looking around trying to commit names to faces since the only two people you knew had left, and you realise mostly everyone is in their own conversations save for the guy on your right. You pause, staring at him trying to remember his name as he watches you struggle, clearly bemused.  

“It’s Quinn,” he offers after a moment or two. He’s laughing lightly and you relax in your seat a little. “Don’t sweat it.” 

You breathe out a smile, “Thanks. I was getting there, y’know.” You pause, taking a moment to get a better look at him. “Hughes, right? I’ve seen you play before. You’re a great skater.”

“Oh uh…thanks.” He shifts a little in his seat. “Beau’s talked about you a couple times actually. So it’s nice to meet you finally.”

You can’t help your eyebrows from shooting up, both of you are equally surprised and amused that you’re even aware of the other. You’re half expecting Quinn to elaborate, scanning his face for any hint that what Beau’s said about you was any level of incriminating, but somehow, you find yourself a bit distracted by the way his hair is curling over his forehead. 

Before either of you can say anything, Beau’s dropped a glass in front of you and inserted himself back in the conversation.

“So what was so terrible about work this week? What’s the drama this time?”  

You let out a sigh, remembering why you’d dragged yourself here in the first place. “Oh, nothing new. They just decided to reschedule all our fittings so we barely had the right costumes prepared - which is just an embarrassing look for me, you know, even if it literally wasn’t my fault. I was running all over the place trying to make it work - and then on top of that I find out they’ve put our costume truck about three states over from where the set is so I’ve got to hassle someone about that and-”

“Costumes?” Your rambling is cut off by Quinn who looks much more interested than Beau, who, to his credit, has heard some variation of this story just about every other week.

“Oh, yeah. I’m a costume designer,” you explain, “I’m working on a movie at the moment.” For some reason you feel rather embarrassed that you didn’t clarify this to him before and you’re hoping the dim lighting is hiding the way you’ve started blushing. 

“I’m going to take this as my cue to leave.” Beau says, already standing up to move across the table, “You tell Quinn the whole back story and I’ll come back when you’re done with that, okay?”

Beau, in fact, does not come back for the rest of the night but you’re so wrapped up in your conversation with Quinn that you don’t particularly notice anyway. Usually you hate talking about yourself, but the drinks have loosened you up and he seems so genuinely curious and intrigued about you. He asks how you met Beau, so you tell him the story of how his 7’s look a little too much like 1’s and you ended up getting so much of his mail that you had to go and confront him about it. You try to ask him about hockey but he seems rather adept at deflecting the conversation back to you every time. You can’t help but bask in the full attention he’s giving you and the more drinks you have, the more you find yourself quietly admiring his bone structure. You’re a little surprised to hear yourself laughing so much and how easily the conversation moves that you can’t quite remember how you ended up discussing how you both think roses are overrated. 

You’re so caught up in each other that neither of you catch Brock nudging Beau and nodding his head towards you across the table.

“You reckon?” Brock asks, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“Oh, easily. I’ve been watching them all night.”

2

You pick up Beau’s call almost immediately.

“Hey, what’s up? Do you need something?” There’s a tinge of confusion in your voice.

“What? No, I just- I have an extra ticket to the game tonight and I was going to offer it to you if you weren’t being so snappy.” Beau teases.

“Oh,” you let out a chuckle, “Sorry, you just never call. I do happen to be free tonight though, if the offer’s still on the table...”

“Great, I’ll send you the ticket,” you can hear him smiling through the line. “Don’t drive, I’ll give you a lift if you wait a little after the game. Stick around and say hi to some of the other guys too.”

“Sure,” you reply, “I’ll see you later then. Maybe score or win or something? I dunno, make it worth my night?”

“Yeah ok,” you can hear him laughing now, “Will do, just for you. See you soon.”

And even if you were only joking, the team does deliver on your request. You hang by the exit as you wait for Beau, congratulating some of the other guys on the win as they start to trickle out. When Quinn catches sight of you, he can’t help the way the corners of his mouth quirk upwards and you can’t help the way you mirror it.

“Hey Quinner, congrats on the game,” you greet him, “Big win!” 

You’re mildly aware of the way your heart rate has picked up slightly since he stopped in front of you. You want to believe that it’s just because the handful of times you’ve seen him now have always been aided with a bit of liquid courage, even if you’re currently fixating on his slightly damp hair and the way his bag is slung over his shoulder. Quinn, however, is severely aware of the way his heart rate seemed to stop upon hearing the nickname leave your mouth.

He clears his throat, “Yeah, thanks. I didn’t realise you were going to be here?”

“Beau said he had an extra ticket last minute - enticed me with a ride home, so I’m just waiting for him now.” 

“Yeah, he should be done with the interviews soon - you know, three point night and all,” he laughs, glancing back at the doorway in search of a sign of his teammate.

“Coming from you, mister record breaker!”

Quinn whips his head back around to you, eyes wide as he starts to mumble something to try and downplay his night. He knows he’s blushing from the way he can feel his cheeks burning but he’s hoping it could be disguised as some sort of postgame flush.

You can’t help but let out a laugh at how off guard your comment seemed to catch him. “Surely you’re going out to celebrate?”

“Oh, I don’t know… we’ve got an early start tomorrow…” He rubs a hand at the back of his neck and your eyes flicker to his bicep briefly.

“Hmmm boring,” you tease, “All work and no play I guess.”

Something in your tone has him grinning now. “No rest for the wicked,” he quips.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, you’ve had an audience for just about all of your conversation.

“Is this what he looks like when he’s trying to flirt?” Petey asks, raising his eyebrows.

“I guess. Or trying to, at least,” Brock answers, still eyeing the scene in front of him. “How long do we think til they do something about it?”

Beau’s appeared next to them at the door now too, smirking as he watches you and Quinn completely oblivious to everyone else.

“Wanna take bets?”

3

Quinn’s nervous. He’s already texted you to let you know he’s arrived but he’s expecting that you’ll have to turn him away last minute. He’s still in disbelief that he’s even here, despite the fact that you’d offered to have him visit you on set several times already, but he always thought it was just a throw away thing you would say to be nice. He only tells you this about the fourth time you’ve asked, the arrival of the post season working out with one of the quieter days of your schedule, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing in his face about it.

“Quinn. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t mean it. Most of our conversations are about movies, so I just thought you might find it cool to see what it’s like,” you shrug. "I've watched you play games before so it feels kind of fair, right?’

As much as he protests that it’s different, you are kind of right, naturally. He thinks it is extremely cool that this is what you do for a living, and even cooler that you’d even considered to bring him along and show him a part of it. At least, cool is what he’s trying to convince himself he’s feeling about it all. 

When he sees how excited you look, running out to meet him, he once again can’t help the grin that weasels its way onto his face. He holds out the second coffee cup in his hand to you.

“Hey,” he greets, “I brought you a coffee. I stopped on my way here but I didn’t really know what you usually get or if you prefer, like, hot or iced? So I just got you what I get which is-”

You’re pleasantly surprised and amused, letting him ramble a little before you cut him off, thanking him and groaning when you take a sip. “God, thank you. I’ve already had one today but I truly needed this.”

He’s relieved to hear it, immediately relaxing. “Hectic day then?”

“Kind of, but like… A controlled hectic you know?” You pause, giving him a once over, realising he’s a little less jittery than a minute ago - and also that he looks good. You’ve only ever really seen him in very weak bar lighting, or after a hockey game - but definitely never before lunch. The sun looks good on him you think, and you’re rather charmed by the outfit he’s picked out for the occasion but you’re quick to snap yourself out of your thoughts.

“Let me show you around!”

You give him a tour of the set, proudly pointing out how you managed to convince them to move your trailer closer, talking him through your designs you have pinned up and showing him some of the final costumes.

Quinn’s already wide-eyed, kid in a candy store at all of this, staring and asking if he can touch things. He almost doesn’t believe you when you say he can watch them film a scene or two. He’s amazed by the whole set up of it all, the cameras, the monitors, all the people who seem to be constantly walking places very quickly with a lot of purpose. You lead him to your little costume camp in the corner, letting out a chuckle at how impressed he is. 

“Okay, look so I do kind of have to do my job and leave you alone here, but just stay where I tell you to, don’t get in the way and you’ll be fine.” You’ve barely finished your sentence when someone calls your name, so you’re pushing Quinn into an empty chair, wincing a smile at him and scurrying away.

You don’t really get a chance to check back in on him for a good hour or two, but Quinn’s barely noticed the amount of time that’s gone by. He’s shocked at the fact that he’s so close to actors who he actually recognises, but he’s even more in awe simply watching you in your element. He knew you’d downplayed your role to him but even so, he’s mesmerised at the way you’re handling everyone’s questions, how you’re there in between takes to fix collars and ties and things he hadn’t even noticed, at how almost out of nowhere, you suddenly seem to have this commanding yet gracious air of authority around you. He’s never seen or even pictured you like this but he’s completely caught up in it, not realising that one of the makeup artists has been watching his laser focus on you this whole time and sidled up to him.

He doesn’t quite hear her at first.

“I was just asking if you were the boyfriend?”

Quinn’s immediately blushing furiously and he’s only glad that you aren’t there to see it. “No- no, um. Just, uhh, just a friend is all.” 

His response appropriately earns a raised eyebrow.

“Ahhh, okay. Gotcha. Sorry, was just asking,” she pauses, entertained by his spluttering, “She’s rather amazing, you know? Really great at her job and just incredible in general.”

“Yeah, I, uh- I know,” he answers, glancing at you briefly. There’s something in this stranger’s tone that has him slightly confused, wondering why he’s being told this.

She only hums in response before walking away, leaving him to try not to overthink the interaction. He quickly pushes it aside when he sees you making your way over.

“Hey,” you grin, coming to a stop in front of him, “Been having fun?”

“Oh yeah,” he perks up immediately, “Heaps.”

“Great, because we’re starting to wrap up. I’ll take you back out to the entrance, save you all the boring stuff, y’know?”

Quinn’s surprised that it’s already heading into the late afternoon when you exit the studio. He turns to look at you, shoving his hands into his pockets and mustering up as much sincerity as he can.

“Thanks again for having me. It was, um, it was really cool watching you do your thing.”

“Well thanks for finally taking me up on my offer,” you counter, “and thanks for the coffee. I’m glad you had fun, really." You pause, cocking your head slightly, “We’ll go watch the movie together when it’s out.”

This, Quinn is sure, is a throw away line, at least he thinks. You’re not completely sure if you meant it either, but you know you only said it because you knew he would take it as one.

A couple days later you get a text out of the blue from Beau, and then Brock.

Beau: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU TOOK QUINN ON SET???? I’VE KNOWN YOU FOR HOW LONG AND YOU’VE NEVER ASKED ME?!!?!?! 

Brock: I like movies too :))

4

For whatever reason, Beau’s apartment had become the designated gathering spot. You’d already found yourself there a couple times already with the rest of the group, so you didn’t really question it when he ropes you into the games night he’s hosting, claiming they need another person to even out the numbers. It doesn’t occur to you to ask why he couldn’t have asked literally any of the other guys instead, so you don’t realise he has a whole catalogue of excuses ready to cover the fact that he’d been orchestrating a reason to get you and Quinn in the same room again.  

If anyone were to ask Quinn why he was late, he also had his own list of excuses ready to rattle off before he’d admit the truth. He’d spent an embarrassingly long amount of time switching between three shirts knowing that he’d see you - and so what if you’d done the same, as long as nobody else knew? 

Currently, you’re all way too many drinks in, lining up along the couch in preparation for the final tie breaking round of charades. Beau’s couch is definitely not big enough to fit six of you but you all squish in anyway, mostly too drunk or too determined to win to care. You should have expected this level of competition from a group of professional athletes; you've done a good job of keeping up all night, but you’re suddenly very acutely aware of how close Quinn is sitting next to you. You take another hard swallow from your drink before turning your focus onto Beau flailing his arms in front of you.

You manage to keep your cool through several rounds, but eventually you realise Quinn’s thigh has, at some point, ended up pressed firmly against yours. Immediately your whole leg is tingling and your face is flaming up, but Quinn doesn’t seem to show any signs of pulling away, or simply even realising. You blink, trying to refocus, but the only thing your brain seems capable of processing at the moment is the feeling of Quinn’s leg against yours through your jeans. If it weren’t for Beau’s overly dramatic reaction, you probably wouldn’t even have noticed that your team had already lost. 

You move to lean back against the couch - which was a mistake, considering now your shoulders are brushing too, and someone might as well have set your entire body on fire. Your head is starting to spin - must just be the shots catching up, you try to convince yourself - and you’ve drawn your lips into a thin line in an effort not to combust. 

Brock lets out a laugh, clocking your expression. “Alright, no need to be such a sore loser, princess.”

You can feel Quinn turning to look at you, even if you’re desperately avoiding his eye contact. Beau is looking at you now too, eyes flickering over the way you and Quinn are pressed into each other’s sides. He grins, gears already turning in his head.

You hope your laugh sounds convincing. “Yeah, didn’t realise I’d get so into it, huh?”

“We’ll just have to have a rematch another time,” Beau reassures you, well aware losing wasn’t the reason why you looked so distressed. He fakes a look at the clock as you stand up from the couch, having decided you wouldn’t have survived much longer if you didn’t move.

“Well I guess it’s getting a bit late. I think we’re all pretty far gone at this point so everyone’s welcome to crash for the night if you want," Beau offers.

“Dude,” Quinn pipes up, “There’s no way you have enough space for all of us.”

“Well, lucky a certain someone just so happens to live not so far away!” Beau is already shepherding the two of you out of his apartment, still wearing the biggest grin on his face.

Before you can even begin to protest, you’ve already found yourself standing next to Quinn in the hallway. A beat passes, the two of you staring at the shut door incredulously before you finally catch Quinn’s eye, both unable to help the fit of giggles that escapes when you catch each other’s expressions. 

In hindsight, you think this is the exact moment where you lose the ability to deny to yourself that you see him as just one of Beau’s friends. His eyes are a little glazed over from the alcohol, and his lips are flushed the prettiest pink to match his cheeks which are pulled into the widest smile you’ve seen him wear to date, and for the first time you notice exactly just how full his eyelashes are.

“I guess I do have a free couch,” you breathe out once you’ve both calmed down. 

“No it’s fine really, I can just get an uber home, don’t worry about it,” Quinn argues, the slight awkwardness of the situation finally hitting him.

“Quinn, don’t be ridiculous. Your car’s still here, isn’t it? I literally live down the hallway,” you pause, “... like Beau said.”

He swallows, blinking at you for a good while. “Yeah, okay. If you’re sure then.” 

He waits for you to tell him that you’ve changed your mind, that actually the boyfriend you’ve never mentioned before wouldn’t like it if he stayed, or anything along those lines - something that would make the whole thing feel a little more believable, but instead, he just finds you looking at him. He doesn’t think he can handle that much longer without buckling at the knees, the way your eyes are searching his face, so he turns and starts walking down the hallway. He goes to ask what number your apartment is when he suddenly feels your soft hand slip into his.

You don’t know what it is. Maybe how nervous he suddenly seemed, maybe the way his hair looked perfectly dishevelled, or maybe in your intoxicated state you’d just finally decided to throw caution to the wind.

“I’m back this way, idiot,” you laugh at him before tugging him down the other way to your door. 

Quinn is sure that his heart is thumping so loudly that you can hear it echoing through the silent hallway, or that you can somehow feel it where your fingers are laced through his but you’re being nice and saving him the embarrassment by not saying anything about it. He’s also hyper aware of how you didn’t drop his hand until you were both inside, even when you were rummaging in your pockets for your keys.

He glances around your apartment, following suit as he watches you kick off your sneakers. He’s overtly aware of the quietness compared to the chaos of just earlier, and the overwhelming sense of domesticity as he trails behind you into your home. 

You watch him as he looks around, trying to find something to do in order to not get distracted staring at his nose. “Want some water?”

“Yeah actually, thanks,” he feels like he’s whispering, like if he speaks any louder you might realise that he is, actually, in fact, standing in your apartment and decide to kick him out. 

He watches you reach on your toes to grab an extra glass from the cabinet and he finds himself endeared by it all - the way your shoes were lined up in the hallway, the sweater left draped over the couch, the lone mug left on your kitchen counter by your coffee machine.

He gestures at what he’s guessing is an open script left on the table next to an array of pens. “New project?”

“Yeah, I’m almost done reading through it,” you answer, “I won't be working on it for several months still, but I haven’t completely decided yet.”

“Is it shooting here as well?”

“Only bits of it. Looks like it’ll be mostly in LA though. And a couple other locations but it’ll be fun,” you shrug, handing him the glass.

“So you’re gonna do it?” 

“Yeah, I think so. Script’s pretty good so far, and it’s an exciting team. Kind of like why not, you know?”

Quinn only manages to mutter out some sort of agreement. He’s surprised by his own disappointment at the idea that you could be moving out to LA, when in the grand scheme of things he’s only known you for about half a year. Thankfully, you interrupt him before he can think about it much more.

“Anyway, I’ll go get some blankets for you. Bathroom’s down that way, there’s extra toothbrushes in the first drawer.”

When he’s back, he almost crumples at the sight of you in your pjs setting up the couch for him. He notices you’ve refilled his glass before you turn around and shove a pile of clothes into his hands.

“Sweats for you, they should fit, I think,” you crinkle your nose. “My room’s down that way, just let me know if you need anything.”

He only manages to get out a small thanks in response. He’s staring at you, he knows that, but he can’t help how soft you look in the dim lighting.

You tilt your head, giving him a small smile. “Night, Quinn.”

“Yeah, goodnight,” he mumbles.

He makes a mental note to both punch Beau and then thank him in the morning.

+ 1

Nothing ever happened after that seemingly eventful night. It’s now well into the next season and you’re thinking that this is just what the dynamic of yours and Quinn’s friendship is like. You’ve gone back to trying to convince yourself that it’s normal - like you also think Beau’s good looking, right? You had a bit of a crush on him too when you first met him, even if that came and went awfully swiftly and you don’t get anything even close to the same kind of head spinning giddiness when he talks to you. Quinn thinks he’s been less subtle about it all, and you think you’ve been dropping hints but apparently your efforts have only been evident to everyone else but each other.

You know that the team has a gala coming up soon. Beau’s mentioned it to you a couple times in his attempt to gauge how you would feel if he forced Quinn to take you as his date. When he tells Quinn his master plan to finally get the two of you together, Quinn almost chokes on his own spit.

“Ask her as my date?! You’re kidding right?” he practically screeches.

“No.”

Quinn stammers, trying to formulate some kind of reply. “I don’t- We’re not- … I’m not doing that.”

Beau groans. “You guys are both such idiots, I’m sick of it. It’s so obvious that you like her and I don’t know how you can’t see that she’s head over heels for you too!”

Quinn only stares at him in response.

“Why won’t you just ask her? The world isn’t going to implode.”

There’s a good minute of silence, the two of them staring at each other waiting for someone to break. Quinn finally sighs, taking a seat on the couch.

“Isn’t she leaving for LA soon?”

“Are you being serious right now? Please tell me you’re not actually this stupid.”

Quinn blinks. “I don’t know. Vancouver and LA are pretty far apart.”

Beau is just about ready to physically knock some sense into him.

“You’re not even in Vancouver half the time anyway. Plus she’s not moving away forever. Don’t be such a drama queen.”

When Quinn doesn’t say anything in response, Beau doubles down.

“If you don’t ask her, I will for you. I’m not lying but you can test that out if you’d like.”

Beau doesn’t believe that Quinn will do anything, but he doesn’t give him much time to prove him wrong anyway. He’s calling you that evening.

“What are you doing Saturday night in two weeks time?”

“What? Nothing, I don’t think.”

“Okay, great. You’re coming to the gala as Quinn’s date then.”

“I’m what?!”

“You heard me.”

There’s a pause.

“Are you home right now?”

“Ye-”

You hang up on him before he can finish the syllable and you’re storming down the hallway until you’re banging on his door. He looks rather calm when he lets you in, but you don’t miss the mischievous twinkle in his eye.

You point an accusing finger at him. “Explain it to me again. You want me to do what now?”

Beau rolls his eyes. “You’re free. Quinn’s free. Why not? It’s painfully obvious that you have this massive crush on him.”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. “No I don’t. And you’re asking me instead of him because?”

“Because he’s being an idiot, like he has been for almost an entire year now.” Beau looks at you and he can tell you could be convinced. “Just say yes. I’ll be there, the other guys will be there, there’ll be free food and drinks. Plus you’ll get to dress up! You’re always telling me you want to have an excuse to dress up yourself instead of other people!”

You can’t deny his last point. Literally just the other week, you’d sent him a link of this drop dead gorgeous dress you’d found whilst sourcing for your next project and complained to him about how you wanted to get it for yourself but had nowhere to wear it to.

You narrow your eyes at him. “What’s the catch?”

“There is no catch. Just say you’ll come as his date. That’s it.”

You pause. Beau finds himself in his second stalemate of the day, but he knows you’re going to give in more easily. He listens to the tick of the clock in his living room, patiently waiting for you to cave.

“Fine.”

You don’t give him a chance to properly react before you’ve flung open his door, marched back to your own apartment and screamed into your pillow about what you’ve said yes to.

Beau should’ve known you were going to be insufferable leading up to the actual night. You spend the entirety of the next week pestering him about what the dress code is, how you have nothing to wear, what to expect, who else is going to be there. He gives you the same answers every time you ask and he promises to go dress shopping with you on Thursday. You’re only the slightest bit more relieved at this, but as soon as you agree, Beau’s texting Quinn that he has about a week to deliver.

Quinn had called you as soon as he saw Beau’s message, apologising and saying that he wished Beau had given him a little more warning so he could have asked you himself (he knows he wouldn’t have) and telling you that you don’t have to go if you didn’t want to. You were barely done freaking out about it yourself, but the way he sounded so completely flustered about it all through the phone was somewhat reassuring. 

When you make your way up the stairs to your apartment on Wednesday evening, you find yourself actually excited to go pick out a dress the next day. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t pulled together some inspiration images, but in your defence, you were just good at your job. Your steps falter a little when you notice a package at your door, but as you get closer, you notice there’s a post-it note over it. 

Been a minute since our mail got confused again :)

– Beau

You’re confused because you don’t remember ordering anything, but it’s definitely been addressed to you. You head inside to open it, brows furrowing when you start to recognise the fabric. Needless to say, your jaw is definitely on the floor when you pull out the same dress that you had sent Beau not too long ago. You’re scrambling to grab your phone to yell at him when you remember they’re currently playing a game at the moment, so you settle for a borderline blasphemous string of texts instead.

Hours later, when you’re still reeling, you get one single message in response.

Beau: Wasn’t me. Was all huggy :)

It feels like the last days left until the gala had gone all too quick yet also taken way too long. You felt like you’d been pulling your hair out about it nonstop, and it didn’t help that the guys had gone away on a roadie in between. 

You’d started getting ready way too early. You couldn’t do up the clasp of your necklace since you weren’t used to having your nails done, leaving you too much time to start wondering if you’d maybe gone a little overboard with it all. You’d been pacing around your apartment for the past half hour trying to occupy your hands with something else instead, waiting for a more appropriate time to get changed. You think you must look like a deranged housewife, washing your dishes and folding your laundry with a full face of makeup and maybe too much diligence.

You’re so caught up in distracting yourself that the buzzer ringing makes you jump. 

“Hey, come on up. I’ll unlock the door, I’ve just got to get changed,” you say over the intercom. 

You run back to your room to pull on the dress you’d been fawning over for weeks, still not entirely sure how either Quinn or Beau had managed to work out the right size for you. You hear the door being opened and Quinn calling out your name just as you’re spraying your perfume. 

“In my room!” You yell back, “One sec!”

When he rounds the corner and lays eyes on you, Quinn’s certain he’s turned completely into putty. He’s never seen you so dressed up and you look so breathtakingly stunning that he almost drops the bouquet in his hands.

You’re equally breathless when you turn around to face him. You didn’t realise that he’d gotten a tie to match, and you wouldn’t know that he’d dragged Petey to help him pick a new suit in an attempt to impress you. You’re both staring at each other for what feels like forever before either of you can manage a word.

“Um, hi,” he breathes, barely audible, “You look- you look really beautiful.”

You can’t hide the blush that’s creeping up your neck, but you don’t try to anyway considering his cheeks have gone a rosy shade to match. 

“Thanks, Quinn. You look really good too.” You don’t notice how he flushes even deeper because you’ve finally noticed the flowers he’s holding, and even more so, how there’s not a single rose in the bunch. “Are those…?”

Quinn suddenly feels embarrassed about the fact he got you flowers. “Yeah, I um, I got- they’re for you.” He feels like a school boy all over again, mentally kicking himself for not being able to get a proper sentence out. He looks down at the stems, rubbing at his stubble. “Did I overdo it?”

You laugh, you’d been fidgeting with your nails the entire time.

“No, I think it’s really sweet.” You take the flowers from him, laying them down on your vanity when you remember your necklace.

“Oh, can you help me with this? I can’t seem to get the clasp.” You hand him the chain and turn, moving your hair out of the way. 

You can smell the waft of his cologne and feel his focus on the back of your neck, suddenly incredibly aware of how close you’re standing. Your mouth has dried, you're pretty sure your ears are ringing and you think you’re fully frozen in your spot.

“There,” Quinn mumbles, barely even able to get the word past the lump in his throat. He’s still thinking about how unreal you look and fighting the overwhelming urge to spin you around and kiss you right then and there. 

You’re both snapped out of the moment when his phone starts ringing. It’s Beau, asking what time you guys are going to arrive.

“Yeah, we’re just about to leave. See you soon, dude.” Quinn answers, turning his attention back to you. “Ready to go?”

On the way there, you’ve somehow recomposed yourself to manage a somewhat normal conversation. You’re not sure exactly what it is that sent your nerves into haywire in the first place. The fact that you’re so done up, that you’re technically his date, or the fact that he seems just as antsy as you. He tells you he’s a little nervous about the speech he has to make, so you squeeze his hand in reassurance and try to reel your nerves in for both of you.

It’s a lot easier when you get there and see everyone else. You’re reminded that they’re your friends and that this is just another time you get to hang out, even if it’s a lot more fancy and official than what you’re used to. But when you finally go to take your seats after doing your initial rounds of mingling, you still manage to somehow knock your fork to the floor. You bend over to pick it up and you don’t realise Quinn’s covered the edge of the table with his hand until you bump your head into it. Before you can even say anything or just thank him for it, he’s offering to swap forks with you.

“Oh, don’t even worry about it,” you laugh a little breathlessly, “Five second rule, right?”

“Yeah, sure,” he replies, but he’s already replaced the fork next to your plate with his anyway. 

Brock and Petey have watched the whole exchange and share knowing smirks from across the table.

Everything else seems to go smoothly. Maybe it’s the soft touches on his arm or on your back, the blushing smiles and longing glances across the room, but something about tonight feels like tomorrow you won’t be able to pretend nothing happened.

Quinn’s speech goes well, and now everyone is up and moving around again. You hang back and let the long line of teammates and attendees go to congratulate him first.

Beau approaches Quinn, interrupting his train of thought.

“Now that the business part is done, you gonna finally make a move or what?”

Quinn’s eyes almost pop out of his head at the idea of this and also the volume at which Beau is speaking.

“Shut up,” he hisses, “She’ll hear you!”

“Doesn’t matter - she’s going to notice anyway with how hard you’ve been staring all night!”

“No I haven’t,” he mutters, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah ok, sure buddy. Just- no time like the present!” Beau claps him on the back and leaves Quinn to shift his gaze back to you. He’s starting to get lost in how at ease you look, talking to some of the other wives, when he realises Beau is right and you’ve caught him staring.

You make your way to him, prodding him gently in the shoulder.

“Told ya you didn’t need to be so worried.”

He’s blushing again. He can’t seem to get a handle on the effect you have on him.

“Yeah, it went alright, I guess. Made it out alive.”

“Well I, for one, think you spoke really well.” There’s a slight teasing in your voice, but you hope he can tell you mean it.

Quinn finds himself lost for words in front of you for what feels like the hundredth time that night. He’s scanning your face and tries not to think too hard before he opens his mouth again.

“Can I kiss y-”

“Please.”

His hands are quick to find your waist and pull you closer as your hands find a place against his chest. The kiss is quick and rushed and almost all teeth from how big you’re both smiling, but you don’t mind it. You feel like the ground’s been pulled out from under you in one fell swoop and you’re free falling but somehow it feels like exactly what you needed.

When you pull away, Quinn’s wearing the goofiest lopsided grin you’ve ever seen and you can only imagine that you look the same.

“I, uh-”

“You’ve got lip gloss on you.”

You’re both giggling as he swipes over his lips with his thumb. 

You’re so lost in him that you almost don’t register all the hollering and clapping from your table. Usually you would hate the idea of so many eyes watching you, but it all feels like such a long time coming that you can’t seem to be even remotely embarrassed about any of it.

[ihavemanyhusbands]

and how about a jealous cooper… hum ...

ANY opportunity for jealous Cooper UGHGHHHH,

Cooper wasn't much for charity, at least not in the present day. He really didn't care to pick up a stray vaultie that didn't know the ways of the wasteland, but you'd insisted on helping out.

‘Only until the next settlement. We’ll drop him off there and the locals can help him.’ He’d said begrudgingly when you’d pulled him aside to discuss.

And now he had to endure listening to him making you laugh and indulging you with stories of his days in the vault. Your relentless, eager questions and the excitement in your voice…

He stalked on ahead, grim and quiet, keeping his eyes on the horizon. His jaw was tight and he didn’t even bother glancing back to see if you were following.

When night fell and you settled in at what was once a school, he watched the two of you from across the fire, feeling venomous. But he wouldn’t make a fool of himself and cause a scene, so instead he figured he’d check out the perimeter once more to make sure nothing was lurking about.

You were startled as he suddenly stood up and stalked off to another room without saying anything. The vault dweller, Jasper, continued on talking, nonplussed, but you weren’t really listening anymore.

He was nice enough and had undeniably piqued your interest, but it was only because you knew so little about the vaults. Not to mention, he was the first vault dweller you’d ever met.

You excused yourself and went after Cooper, unsure of where he might have gone. You waited outside under the stars until you heard him returning. Your vision had adjusted some to the darkness, but you could only see his silhouette.

He could see much better than you in the dark, and he stopped in his tracks as he spotted you.

“Hey,” you said. “All good?

“Just peachy,” he said, voice gruff.

You hummed, unconvinced. “Why’d you go off like that?”

He scoffed. “Why you askin’ so many questions? This an interrogation or somethin’?”

That confirmed that things weren’t just peachy. You crossed your arms over your chest, knowing that toughening up would be more effective than coaxing him softly.

“Thought of abandoning me with a stranger, did you?”

“Oh, you seemed more than fine to me with some stranger,” he said. “Matter of fact, I felt like I was interruptin’.”

Now it was your turn to scoff. “So that’s what it was…”

He stepped closer, until you had to tilt your head back to look at him, his features a little clearer. Your back pressed against the dilapidated building, effectively cornered. Little chance of escape, if that was what you wanted.

But you didn’t, far from it.

“Don’t know what you’re goin’ on about,” he said, voice low and borderline menacing.

“If you didn’t want me talking to boys, you could’ve just said something,” you said, taunting and teasing in equal measure. “Not that I care to entertain any of them.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he huffed.

You rolled your eyes. “Alright then, have it your way. What are you gonna do about it?”

“Me?” He raised a hairless eyebrow, amused. “Oh, I ain’t doin’ nothin’, sweetheart. I’m keepin’ my hands to myself. Question is, what are you gonna do about it?”

You bit back a grin. “I don’t know, guess we’ll have to see, won’t we?”

He chuckled, taking another step forward and leaning over you, his hand resting next to your head.

“Careful, darlin’. If you wanna play the game, you gotta be ready to lose.”

You suppressed a shudder. How could he ever believe you would want anyone else?

Still, you smirked, raising your chin in defiance. “I’ll give it my best.”

He mirrored the smirk. “Oh, I’m sure you will.”

———

[mistystepmoonbeam]

Reborn in BG3 Chapter 14: Gale's Night

You're reborn into BG3 with only the memory of your past life. Now you're Tav's companion on his journey, and must learn about yourself as much as your new reality.

Chapter 14 (Gale's Night): Your first night in the Underdark. Gale finds you trying to sort out your injuries and some part of you remembers something of your past.

Tav's Night

Astarion's Night

Word count: 2.4K

A/N: Not to tease you or anything but next chapter we discover what's in the second bag >.>

You get a blissful couple hours of sleep before your eyes open and refuse to close.  The only comfortable position you could find with your bruises was on your side, but now there’s no position that gives you any relief.  Finally you sit up, wondering just how bad your back looks for it to ache so much.  You would give all your gold for an aspirin right now.

It’s too dark in your tent to check your wounds.  Even if you use your staff the light won’t be enough to tell the difference between the shadows and the bruises.  With the camp quiet you step out of your tent and into the firelight.  The braziers are still going, flames a little smaller now but giving off plenty of light.

The first few nights you’d been too scared to take off any of your clothing to sleep.  Your jacket, socks, boots, everything had stayed on.  But you’ve grown comfortable enough to take some of it off.  You walk on the balls of your feet to get to a brazier, enchanted socks whisking away the dirt as fast as it touches them.  Those, your loose pants and untucked tunic are all that protect you from possible attack.  You’ll be fine within the base, surrounded by weirdly overprotective barbarians and Scratch.  The dog lifts his head when he spots you, tail wagging but he remains laying by the campfire.  You hold up a finger to your lips and he sets his head back on his paws, eyes closing.  His tail gives a couple more wags before settling.

It’s hard to manoeuvre your body well enough to see all of your injuries.  You can see the dark blue bruise on the right of your hip, which wraps around to your back, the edges fading to lighter colours.  There’s an equally dark bruise on the right side of your ribs—had you been jabbed there?  Between the goblins' pikes and a couple of falls you’re not sure who is to blame for what bruise.  But those ones aren’t the ones bothering you the most.  The ones in the middle of your back are what keep you from a comfortable sleep and you can’t see them at all. 

You poke at the bruise on the right of your ribcage when a voice startles you.  “You’re still injured.”

You flinch at the sound of Gale’s voice and turn to find him coming out of his tent.  He’s set up closest to the campfire, the back of his tent facing the small entrance that leads to the Spectator.  You drop your shirt, suddenly self conscious knowing he just got a good look at your body.  Bruises and all.

“It’s not that bad…I think.”

Gale’s furrowed brow rises in a silent question.

You say, “I can’t really see the extent of it.”

“I’ll wake Shadowheart and—”

You hold your hands out in front of you, stopping him before he can take a step.  “No!  I’m fine, it’s just bruises.  I was just having trouble finding a comfortable sleeping position is all.”

Gale frowns but nods.  Then he perks up, a spark of light in his eyes at whatever idea’s just come to him.  “I may have something that can help.”

Gale turns and opens the flap of his tent, extending a hand inside as an invite.  Your steps are hesitant but only because your mind is still foggy from exhaustion.  Gale joins you inside the tent and once the flap closes he mutters a spell and a white-blue orb floats above your heads, illuminating the room with a dim light.   There are books scattered about; he really must be using magic to carry them all.

“Please, sit, I’ll be but a moment.”  Gale gestures to his bedroll and you do as you’re told.  You watch him move to a pack on the ground and pull out a mortar and pestle, as well as a bundle of herbs and a bottle of water.  He’s careful as he mixes them together in the mortar and begins to crush and stir the ingredients with the pestle.

When he finally turns to face you his smile falters.  “Ah, this is a healing ointment, it will help numb the pain, however it must be applied directly to the wound.”

You nod before realising what that means.  Both of you know you won’t be able to apply it well to your back; you need help. 

You look down at your hands in your lap, pressing your fingers together in hopes of taking away some of the nervous energy in the air.  “Ah, could you help with that?  There’s one just in the middle of my back that…”

Your words tail off but it takes Gale a few seconds to respond.  “Of course!  Please, lie down.”

You position yourself on your stomach in his bedroll, lifting the back of your shirt enough for him to do what’s needed.  With your head resting on your forearms you watch the light from the orb get brighter.  You peek over your shoulder to find it’s moved closer, as has Gale.

“I’ll be gentle,” he says.  Maybe there’s worry on your face, but the pain he might give applying the ointment is the least of your worries.  You’d been in such hectic situations that you hadn’t noticed it at first—the strange sort of ache in your chest when someone touched you.  It wasn’t a bad ache, but you’d felt it when Tav wrapped his tail around your arm going down the ladder.  Like your chest might cave in—it was easy to say that was just because of the drop at the time but you felt it now anticipating Gale’s hands on your skin.

When his fingertips touch the middle of your spine, cool with the ointment, you give a little shudder.

“Sorry,” Gale whispers, “should have warned you it’d be cold.”

If the healing magic so far had felt like a warm cup of tea, this felt like ice cream on your back.  “It’s fine.”

Your chest is hollow, eyes growing watery as Gale diligently applies the ointment on your bruises.  He doesn’t linger and you find yourself wishing he did.  Because despite the few hugs and, well, grabbings, you’d received you were touch-starved.

No.  Not you.  Your body—this body.  Whoever you were before you…woke up.

Oh…you squeeze your eyes shut.  You’re lonely.  Or you were lonely, and your body remembers even if your mind doesn’t.

“I’m so sorry,” Gale suddenly says, “did I hurt you?”

“Huh?”  You turn over and sit up now that Gale is no longer applying the ointment, and that’s when you feel how wet your cheeks are.  You wipe at them with your fingertips, unaware you’d even started crying.  “No, I’m fine—it doesn’t hurt.  I just…I think I remember something…or my body did?  I’m not sure…”

Gale sets the mortar down, stretching his legs out next to you and you hear one give a small crack.  He clears his throat.  “May I ask what you mean?”

You blink away the remaining tears and wipe at your face with your sleeves this time.  

“I’m not sure I know.  I just think that maybe I was…lonely?”  You look away from Gale as the orb of light splits into smaller ones, drifting around the tent.  “I don’t know, it’s stupid.  I think Ethel just freaked me out maybe, or you know, everything that’s happened.”

Gale’s hand shoots forward and grabs your left hand.  He’s warmer than Astarion, feverish even.  It catches you off guard but your fingers wrap around his anyway. 

“It’s not stupid, not if it’s how you feel,” he tells you. 

“But I don’t even remember anything,” you argue.  “How can I be lonely if I don’t remember who I am?”

You hold up your other hand to stop him from talking, waving in a vague gesture to your head.  “No, I just heard that.  That makes some sense.”

Gale chuckles.  In the dim light of the tent you notice the lines on his neck that connect towards his left eye have a faint glow.

“We’ve all lost something,” he says, giving your hand a squeeze.  “I’m sure once we get to Baldur’s Gate we’ll be able to sort everything out.”

You give him the best smile you can muster.  

“In the meantime—” Gale pulls his hand away, needing to talk with his hands, “I am available to answer any and all questions.  Whether they be about the weave, necromancy, or the best bookstores in Waterdeep.  I will answer them to the best of my ability.”

Your eyes dart away from him too quickly.

“What was that?”  He leans forward to catch your gaze but you quickly look at the orbs floating about.

“What was what?”

“Come now, I’m perceptive enough to know something just crossed your mind, something that you’re embarrassed about perhaps?”

Shit, did Astarion say something?

“Whatever do you mean?” you ask.

You watch from the corner of your eye as Gale places a knuckle on his chin.  “It was something I mentioned—are you still concerned about your necromancy abilities?”

Obviously.  It hasn’t even been a day!  You should have nodded, but it’s already too late when Gale moves in.

“No.  You didn’t tense up until I mentioned Waterdeep—did you remember something?”

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head.  You relent, “No…you just reminded me of something.  Another problem I don’t want to deal with.”

Gale waits patiently.  

After a deep breath you admit, “I can’t read.”

The wizard blinks at you.  Then he blinks again.  “Pardon?”

You cover your face with your hands, embarrassment burning.  “Please don’t make me say it again.”

There’s a moment you aren’t sure he even heard you, then his hands wrap around your wrists.  He pulls your hands away from your face, forcing you to finally look him in the eye.  He’s smiling.

“It would be my honour to teach you how to read,” he says.  

“That’s very sweet of you but I think we should focus on not raising the dead.”

Gale releases your wrists and points an index finger at you.  “That is an excellent point.”

As he begins to look at the books splashed across his tent he rubs at the centre of his chest.  He takes a deep breath and you watch as a little spark of light travels from the orb and towards his neck where it fades before making it any higher.  He winces, holding back a groan.

“Gale,” you say.  You pull at the white socks on your feet and thrust them at him.  “Take these.”

Gale takes the socks absently, face twisted in confusion.  “Excuse me?”

“You need more weave,” you explain.  He tries to hand your socks back to you but you shove them to him until they are against his chest.  It’s a good thing they’re self cleaning or you’d be super self conscious right now considering how long you’ve been wearing them.  “I don’t know how much weave these have but take them.”

He opens his mouth and you’re sure he’s going to argue but instead closes his eyes and absorbs whatever magic is in your socks.  He lets out a breath, fabric held tight in his hands.

You’ve already had the third item cutscene, so you weren’t sure if this would do any good.  There’s still a long journey through the Underdark, but there’s no telling if Gale will last that long.  

“Wait here,” you instruct.  You don’t let him stop you as you jump to your feet and hurry to your tent.  You grab your boots and coat and quickly return to the wizard.  You stay standing as you hold the clothing out to him.  “Here, you need these too.”

Still clutching your socks he tries to stop you.  “I told you, you don’t—”

“Take them.”

His mouth presses into a thin line as he stands, ready to fight, but you can see the temptation and desperation as he looks at your coat.  “You’ll be unprotected.”

“I don’t care,” you say.  And you don’t.  Not when Gale dying is the other option.  Your coat probably can’t protect you from that kind of explosion.

But he still doesn’t take it.  “Don’t make me do something desperate.”

He squints at you.  “I cannot in good conscience—”

You suck in a deep breath before shouting, “Tav!!”

Gales eyes widen and you both listen for a response.  There’s a shuffle of fabric, the clanging of metal, and then the thunder of footsteps on stone before the tent flaps open to reveal the shirtless barbarian.  You’re not sure what the metal sound was because he doesn’t have his axe with him, but his fists are up and ready to strike.

When he finds no threat within the tent, and sees only you and Gale holding articles of your clothing, his mouth hangs open in confusion. 

“Did you…did you call out for me while with Gale?”

“Oh by Mystra’s left eyelid,” Gale mutters, covering his eyes with one hand.  He finally lets your socks drop.

You’re unsure what Tav means.  But you can see a blush travelling across his face, giving his cheeks a darker hue beneath the gray.  He smiles sheepishly, scratching at the back of his head while his tail whips back and forth.

You look between the men and explain, “Gale won’t eat my clothes.”

Tav's tail stops, and he furrows his brow.  “Is that…is that something humans do?”

“He won’t absorb them, the weave.”  You hold your clothes and boots towards Gale again, but he still doesn’t take them.

“Ohhh,” the tiefling says.  “You want me to make him eat them?”

“Yes.”

“Now—no,” Gale says.  “That isn’t quite how it works.”

“These have powerful magic,” you begin, but you’re interrupted by Karlach’s voice outside.

“Uh, guys?” she calls, wary of something you cannot see.  “We have a visitor.”

You and the men exchange confused glances.  Tav is first to head out, and you put on your coat and boots before telling Gale, “You will eat this coat.”

He frowns but doesn’t argue, instead leaving the tent.  You follow, curious as to who could be visiting, and why nobody was preparing for a fight.  

Then you see him, looking just as bored as he does in the game.   He’s standing on the opposite side of the brazier, the other companions keeping their distance.

With his presence comes a memory, a flash of brake lights and a scream—man or woman you aren’t sure.  It could be your own scream for all you know but it’s gone as quickly as it comes.  Your heart stops a moment, skipping too many beats until you let out a shuddering breath. 

You blink away whatever that was, because the visitor is staring at you through the fire.

Withers.

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Thank you to @coffeeheartaddict2 for this ask! For @chociesprompts Smuttember - Prompt #17 - Make Up Sex

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Tobias x Casey Carrick (F!MC) Rating: Mature (18 +) Words: 1,030 Summary:     Fighting absolutely sucks; that's why Tobias & Casey do their best to avoid it, but with making up like this, they may be looking for reasons to squabble. A/N: Didn't have time to edit much - be kind. :)

Casey could have been doing one of a million things; after all, a working mom’s to-do list is never done. With Samantha in school and the day off work, she knew her time could be put to better use, but she just couldn’t find the energy to move.

Fighting wasn’t common in the Carrick household, but this morning had been an exception. A glitch in their usually meticulous family schedule led to confusion over who was dropping Samantha off at preschool. Exhausted and overworked, they were not at their best, and things escalated quickly, and both said things they didn’t really mean. By the time Tobias returned from dropping Samantha off at school – late - the atmosphere in their home was icy.

He found Casey exactly where he had left her, sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, staring blankly at the morning news. Without a word, he set a small, fancy box of chocolates from L.A. Burdick's on the coffee table.

“Peace offering?” he asked, giving his best apologetic smile.

Casey raised a brow but didn’t move. “Do you really think bribing me with chocolate is going to work?”

Tobias rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous grin. “Well… not exactly, but I thought it’d be a good start.”

She crossed her arms and huffed, mainly as an attempt to suppress the smile that threatened to show him he was succeeding. No, Casey wasn't letting him off easy this time, but Tobias was undeterred.

He sat beside her, his smile fading slightly. “I really am sorry,” he said, opening the box and holding out one of her favorite truffles. “Come on. Truce?”

But when she didn't budge, Tobias got creative. He popped a piece of chocolate into his mouth and leaned in close, taking Casey by surprise when he kissed her softly. His lips were sweet and warm against hers, the hint of the delicious chocolate slipping through.

She pulled back, equal parts annoyed and amused. “That’s your plan? Seduce me with chocolate kisses?”

“Perhaps.” He whispered as his lips brushed against hers, slower and more deliberate.

Thinking quickly, he grabbed another piece of chocolate and placed it on her lower lip, teasing it into her mouth when she began to protest; then, he followed with a deep, lingering kiss.

The tension between them began to melt away quicker than the chocolate, replaced with a passionate heat as Tobias’s hands began to wander. Any resistance Casey intended to offer crumbled completely as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

One kiss turned into another, and the chocolates were all but forgotten when Tobias’s hands slipped under her shirt, his mouth tracing a path from her lips to her neck and below. Casey shoved the blanket to the floor, and within seconds, Tobias had her shirt lying beside it.

“Still mad at me?” he smirked while placing wet kisses on her skin.

“Mmm, maybe a little,” she teased, taking his hand and dragging him toward the bedroom.

Their playful banter continued as they climbed the stairs, but as soon as they hit the bed, words were no longer necessary. Tobias had one mission in mind: erase any remnants of their earlier argument from his wife’s mind, and he was willing to use anything in his arsenal to make that happen.

Casey squirmed as his tongue and fingers joined together to playfully toy with her nipples, and she gasped audibly when his hand dipped inside her yoga pants, his fingers quickly rubbing the very spot he knew would drive her wild. Tobias Carrick only studied one thing more than medicine, and that was how to render his wife defenseless at his touch. This morning, he was pulling out all the stops, and with full appreciation, Casey responded in kind.

Her hands tugged at his shirt, a button or two popping off as she yanked it over his head and tossed it across the room. He had wanted all attention to be on her, so he playfully tried to pull away when she began to unbuckle his pants, but she was as determined as him.

“Oh, you think that will stop me,” she teased, her voice a seductive whisper. “You know I always get what I want.”

With one quick tug, his pants were at his ankles, and he eagerly pushed them away. His head fell back as Casey took over, her hands working their magic until her mouth encircled him.

“My God – “ he groaned, almost forgetting his original goal, but he snapped back quickly. Grabbing her by the waist, he flipped her onto her back. “Sorry, Princess,” he hissed, nudging her thighs apart as he centered himself over her, “but this morning, I’m taking care of you.”

Her eyes screwed shut as she succumbed to him; all she could see was a golden light as he slowly pushed inside her. If his gentle caresses and deep, intentional thrusts weren't enough, his whispers of how beautiful she was, how incredible she made him feel, and how much he worshiped her had her forgetting her name.

She couldn’t remember what they fought over as her nails dug into his shoulders. Tobias let out a gentle scream, relishing the sensation as she slowly dragged them down the length of his back. Tobias doubled his pace, leaving Casey trembling beneath him.

Her eyes stayed shut, but his gaze was focused on her, taking in her lovely face as she came undone. Each gasp, every little twitch, and lingering moan reassured him that he was doing precisely what he had set out to do... reminding her that she was his, and he was hers, and nothing else mattered.

When the heat between them finally erupted, they collapsed beside each other, breathless and deliciously spent. There was a huge smile on Casey's flushed face as she curled up against her husband's chest.

“That was...” she trailed, trying to catch her breath.  

“Are you saying you approve?” Tobias laughed gently, brushing her hair back from her face. Her languid groan, accompanied by a satisfied grin, would have to suffice as a response because words were still lost on her.

Tobias propped himself up on an elbow and placed a kiss on Casey’s forehead. “So, are we good?” he asked.

“We’re good,” she replied, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. “Just… maybe let’s not fight like that again.”

“Deal,” he agreed, pulling her closer. “Unless, of course, we end it like this.”

"Hmmm. If we end like this," she smiled. "We may be fighting all the time!"

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[louloulemons-posts]

Storm Cloud Kisses

Summary : He was sunshine, I was midnight rain.

Word Count : 0.9k

Warnings : not proofread, 2am writing (you can really tell sorry), swear, petnames (eddie calls reader Angel), shitty parents, minor angst, fluffy, idiots in love.

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It scares him sometimes, how much you mean to him. Terrifies him. You just walked into his life, like a grumpy little rain cloud on a sunny day. He was whipped.

He adored you as soon as he laid eyes on you. People could easily say the same with you, the only person you had a soft spot for was the Munson boy.

You teased him sure, but you were never mean. You couldn’t bear the thought of making him frown. It hurt your heart to think such things.

Even though you both felt that way, neither of you would admit it. Eddie felt you were too good for him, and you felt like he deserved better. All in all, you were both idiots.

“Good morning,” Eddie spoke as you climbed into his van, you only grunted in return. Shifting over to rest your head on his shoulder. “You okay?” he asked.

“Tired.”

“Didn’t sleep well?”

“Nope. They were up late again.”

“Why don’t you come stay with me and Wayne, catch up on sleep?”

“I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Trust me, Angel, you’re not.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm, after school we’ll come here, get some stuff and then you can stay at mine.”

“Thanks Eddie.”

“Anytime.”

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The school day seemed to drag, glaring at anyone who breathed too loud. Walking down the hall in your own world you bumped into someone.

“Watch where you’re going freak!” Jason Carver shouted, trying and failing to push you into a locker. Grabbing him by the wrist you pulled him close, “Ever shove me again and I’ll chop your minuscule little friend off, understand?”

“Mhm,” he whimpered.

“Do you understand?” you gritted your teeth. “Shit,” you heard a familiar voice speak, “Angel let go.” Eddies hand came to hold yours. “Let go of him.”

“I’m serious Carver, you never touch me like that again.” Dropping his hand, you walked away from Eddie. “Hey!” he called after you, following you down the hallway.

“Angel would you stop for a sec?” His hand came to hold your shoulder, making you halt. “What?” you snapped, instantly regretting it when you saw the childish glint leave his eyes. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not, I’m sorry.”

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, rubbing his thumb on your shoulder. “What?”

“Let’s skip, who wants to go to math anyways.”

“Eddie-“

“Unless you’re weird and like math, then of course we can go, I just mean I know something else we can-“

“Eddie. Let’s skip.” He smiled softly at you, leading you out of the school.

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Eddie had been driving for almost 20 minutes now, and you had no clue where you were. “Here we go,” he said, stopping the van. “Where are we?” you asked.

“We are somewhere we can both relax and not have to worry about anything.”

“This is where you come to get stoned isn’t it?”

“Well shit Angel you got me, now jump out.”

Climbing out the van, you raised your brow as Eddie opened up the back. Getting back in the vehicle, he laid out some blankets and pillows. “Come on,” he held out his hand for you, helping you climb up and pulled the doors shut behind you.

“Eddie what the hell? You brought us out here to lay in the van?”

“I brought you out here to sleep, now come lay down.” The pair of you sat side by side, your body and brain both equally exhausted.

“I shouldn’t have hurt Carver.”

“He shouldn’t have called you a freak.”

“I don’t want to be like them, thinking that violence and threatening people will get you what you want.”

“You’re nothing like them.”

Sighing you looked at the boy, his dark eyes already locked on you. “I’m so scared I’m gonna turn out like then.”

“Which proves you’re already a better person, bad people don’t worry about being bad they just are. Good people worry. You’re a good person Angel.”

Your head rested on the boys shoulder, and his arm wrapped around you. “How do you always know how to make me feel better?”

“What can I say I’m just great.”

“You really are Eds.” You leant up to kiss his cheek, but Eddie had begun to turn his head to look down at you. Lips brushing you quickly pulled away. “I’m so sorry!” you said quickly.

The boys faced reddened, “It’s okay.” Your eyes softened, oh. “It’s okay?” you asked.

“Yeah it’s okay.”

“So you wouldn’t mind if I … if I did it again, properly this time?”

“N-no, I wouldn’t mind.” A small smile came to your face, holding Eddies own in your two hands. Leaning in you softly brushed your lips against his own.

It was gentle and sweet, but made your stomach feel like you had a thousand fireworks going off inside. It was perfect.

“We should have done that sooner,” Eddie laughed. “Yeah we should’ve. But better late than never.”

“Angel I didn’t bring you out here to make out, let’s have a nap.”

“Okay.”

The pair of you got comfy, your head resting on Eddies chest, he pulled a blanket over the pair of you, keeping you close in his arms. “Thank you for taking care of me Eds.”

“Oh Angel I always will,” he placed a small kiss in your hair.

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[crusty-chronicles]

I'd love to see Jin with a human girlfriend. I'd love to see him introduce her to Yusuke, Chuu and the others for the first time. She's more of a bookworm type of girl and if you could have her wear glasses that would be amazing! Please and thank you!

Jin With A Human Bookworm S/O

I think just in general he'd be a 10/10 partner

Human or demon, he's absolutely smitten.

That being said, he's a lot more softer with a human S/O

He doesn't want to accidentally hurt you with his strength or worse. Humans are fragile, after all.

He's very hesitant to pick you up and carry you in the air.

Genuinely scared he might drop you.

“One slip up and you go ‘splat!’ I don't wanna be cleanin’ you off the ground. It'd take too long.” He explained. The last part earning a small glare from you. Which he corrected immediately.

“I mean, I'd be devastated at the loss of ya. Now don't go and hit the back of me head! I mean it!”

Your first meeting with the wind demon was…an experience.

The duties of a spirit world Shinobi were extensive. Sometimes extending to the world of the living. Which was where Jin found himself now.

He took care of what he needed to, but that didn't mean he had to go back right away.

It was rare being allowed here without constant supervision.

He couldn't help but take the opportunity to sightsee when he could. Occasionally watching the Living World's inhabitants. Who didn't know just how good they had it.

To bask freely in the sun. The light.

Originally he'd wanted some quiet in a clearing. A place to enjoy the serenity. But he'd caught something from the corner of his eye.

A lone human sitting under a tree.

It was odd by his standards for one to be this far away from the others.

So he decided to watch you for a little while. Hovering a small distance above you with interest.

He noticed you were actually reading. How strange. And when you struggled to turn the page, he sent a small gust of wind to help you. Thinking nothing of it.

Apparently he'd been a little too close.

The sudden wind making you jump and search for the direction it came from.

To your surprise, there was a man above you. Staring at you with equal bewilderment.

“Uh, sir? You're flying.” There was truly nothing else you could think to say. Too shocked to come up with anything else because ‘how the hell was this dude flying?????’

He didn't seem to expect you to address him.

“Huh!?! You can really see me? Quite a bit of awareness goin’ on, dont'cha?” A higher spiritual awareness than most humans.

“A bit of a what?”

All he offered in return was a laugh at your confused expression. Joining you on the ground shortly after and proceeding to dodge your questions about his powers. His work was secretive, you know.

A very baffling first meeting that turned into two. Then three. Then once a month. Then once a week.

It didn't help that spot in the forest was your favorite for reading. Or that he showed up at the exact same time every meeting.

You didn't know a lot about him, except that he wasn't really human. If the ears and horns didn't give it away.

He did talk a lot, just not about himself. He'd ramble about duties and how ‘they were such a bore’. Or fighting other demons and how ‘none of them really compared to Urameshi.’

It was odd. But the way he phrased things made you laugh most of the time. Occasionally you'd gather bits and pieces from the redhead's life. People he knew or things he liked.

You never understood why he kept coming back after the first time. You figured it was because he was bored and wanted to kill time

Which in a sense was true.

But honestly, he liked the attention you gave him.

The way you stared at him with curiosity and interest.

How you always laughed at his jokes.

How you'd put down whatever you were reading to listen to him talk your ear off.

Maybe he liked stopping by a little more than he should've.

And maybe he liked your reactions when he subtly messed with you.

Your frustrated huff when he sent a little gust to trip you up or mess with your hair.

Maybe his face went a little red at the sound of your laughter.

So what? It was all in good fun.

You were good fun.

“Back again flyboy? That's the third time this week,” you greeted.

His visits had become a lot more frequent. Sometimes you wondered how he always knew where to find you, even if you switched spots.

You couldn't say you minded much. He was great company. Still choosing to hover over you while he talked.

“These things really help you see? Whaddya do if they break?” He asked, stealing the glasses from your face.

The times he was on the ground, he liked to ask you questions about yourself.

“Well then I'd be blind. Things would be kinda fuzzy and unfocused.” You tried to swipe them back to no avail.

“So you'd be stumblin’ around like a newborn? You humans really are fragile.”

“Well we can't all be born like you, Mr. 20/20 vision.”

Instead of handing them back, he haphazardly placed them back on your face. They were a little askew, but besides that he did okay.

Today though, he offered a little more of an explanation about why he kept showing up.

“If they do ever break, I'll just carry ya around everywhere so you don't go and hurt yourself.” And maybe his concern had been endearing.

“It's quiet here. Sometimes my ears feel like they're falling off with all the noise out there. ‘Specially with all the orders Risho keeps yapping out.”

He quickly slapped a hand to his mouth.

“Oh! Said too much.”

“Don't you always?” You teased.

“Maybe I do, but you like the sound of my voice.”

“Sure.”

The silence after was peaceful. He was quieter than usual. It gave you the opportunity to ask what you'd been wanting to for a while.

“You know, if you're gonna keep stopping by, I'd at least like to know your name.”

He lit up at your words.

“Jin the Windmaster.”

“Windmaster? That certainly explains a lot.”

And that was how the mysterious flying stranger had become your friend. Then over time - your lover.

Jin is the type to rest his head in your lap while you read.

Wanting to both relax and be close to you at the same time.

If you choose to read to him, he tries not to fall asleep. Key word: tries

But it's inevitable he does. Your lap is just so comfortable.

You let him read to you once.

Never again.

It was a combination of him reading too fast or jumbling up words to the point of being unintelligible. You couldn't understand him for the life of you.

Jin is a very touchy partner. Wanting to have at least one point of contact with you at all times.

Whether it be resting his head on your shoulder or clinging to you from behind, he's always touching you in some way.

He likes to skirt his responsibilities by hanging out with you. Even if he gets in trouble for it.

Consequences be damned, he wants to see his girl!

The first person to find out you were dating was Yusuke.

Why you may ask?

“Urameshi, your mate’s human, right?”

Because he was the one Jin went to for advice 'courting humans.'

“Uh yeah.”

“How'd ya do it?”

Safe to say it was a lengthy conversation. But hey, it worked didn't it?

Yusuke is incredibly supportive about it. 10/10 friend.

And when Jin introduced you to him, he was a little surprised to see the wind demon fell for someone reserved. Someone with a more calm demeanor.

But it works for a reason. You're probably the only one able to reel Jin in when he's over excited.

You 🤝 Keiko - having routy boyfriends who love to fight.

Jin would never risk bringing you to the demon world. He wouldn't be able to handle it if something happened to you.

For that reason, you wouldn't have met his other friends until they visited.

Like Yusuke, Chu and Toya are supportive. Whatever makes their friend happy.

But Chu’s a little more outspoken. Lecturing you like an old man when his daughter dates.

“This guy's one of my best friends. You betta not break ‘is heart!” He warned you, slurring his words together in a way that made you concerned.

“Are you drunk!?!”

“That's besides the point!”

Overall, a relationship with Jin is sweet. A little hectic at times, but he does his best to make sure the messier part of his life is far away from you.