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Lumberjanes Week Day 6 - Ghost Stories/Land of Lost Things

In Xian’s bullet journal, in purple gel pen, the four of them wrote their last will and testament. It was an incontrovertible fact, said Presley, that they were going to die here. One, it had snowed every single one of the four days they had been here, and showed no signs of stopping. Two, despite their best efforts to ration their fruit leathers and peanut-butter-banana sandwiches, they had run out of food. Three, Ana’s ankle was sprained and they were probably not going to be able to get back up on the cliff they had fallen from. Four, despite what fantasy books said, kids on hiking trips did not actually survive tripping into a desolate, war-torn alternate dimensions, no matter how much moxie and general perseverance they showed.

It was hard to argue with that. So they divvied up their belongings among parents and siblings and pets, taking turns with the pen in a kind of grim ritual.

Once they finished, they surveyed their work.

“Don’t give your rollerblades to Peter,” Ana told Xian. “He’s going to break his collarbone immediately.”

“If I have to become a ghost, I want to spend my afterlife watching Peter eat it in the Walmart parking lot,” Xian said firmly.

The sky here was a kind of burnt-rubber color. The snow kept coming down, so there must have been clouds up there somewhere, but it was difficult to distinguish them from the blank slate of horizon.

There were no plants, no animals, nothing but a long line of snow-covered earth. If you dug down to the surface, as Siobhan had, there was only scorched dirt. There was a little rubble, but not much. As far as otherworldly apocalyptic wastelands went, it was disappointingly barren. There were no helpful clues, or conveniently-placed newspapers with pictures of mushroom clouds. Even the breaks in the landscape looked harsh, a continual jag of cliffs and valleys and something that smelled like it might have been a swamp, a long time ago.

When they’d first set up camp, Siobhan had knelt down to wrap Ana’s ankle and Presley had started clearing space to make a campfire, and so Xian had gone around looking for something to help start it, trudging through the knee-deep snow with her windbreaker tied around her legs to keep herself from getting frostbite.

Mostly, she had been walking towards a massive rupture in the snow that looked like it might have been a felled tree. Probably, it would be too damp to burn, but Presley had mad survivalist skills wrapped up in her little band-geek brain, so maybe she would be able to scrape the bark off or something. Or maybe there would be something they could eat. Even then, back in the halcyon days when they still had two out of four fruit leathers left, that was a pressing concern.

As Xian approached it, though, it started to look less and less like a tree. It was curved in a weird way, and it didn’t have any branches. It took a long time for her to reach it, so by the time she reached out one hand to wipe away the snow, there was a part of her that already knew what she’d find.

It was a rib. More specifically, it was the rib of something that had ribs the size of a school bus. It was picked completely clean of meat, as pristine as a museum exhibition.

Xian had to take a step back and stare at it. It filled her whole vision, and she couldn’t get over how clean it was. Her first thought was scavengers! Her second thought was HUGE scavengers! Her third thought was no, that’s dumb. It’s just old.

Siobhan’s theory had been nuclear war. Presley agreed with her–maybe not with the method, but she thought they were in an alternate dimension that had destroyed itself somehow. Ana had suggested time travel, like they’d tripped into Earth’s first ice age.

But something bad had happened here. With that understanding came a powerful, terrible relief. Of course they were standing on a graveyard too vast and ancient for them to ever understand. Of course this was a place of tragedy. It still was, the white of the ground and the orange of the sky and the way that Presley had said we should find some kindling, as if they were ever going to find any kindling.

Xian had looked at the bone for a moment longer. She thought about how, in horror movies, the characters always tried to find some justification for what was happening to them, had some big why-me breakdown. From an audience’s perspective, though, it was easy to tell who was earmarked for catastrophe. From the moment they stepped onto the screen, they were tasked with telling a story. They were suffering because they were only ones who could tell it. It wasn’t their fault.

Xian didn’t know what that meant about them. They were teenage girls, which could make some sense within certain narratives, but they were teenage girls who were probably not going to get out of here. Girls who were plucky and inquisitive and charming and still would not be saved.

Then again, sometimes the answer to why-me was just you were there. Sometimes, it was as simple as an extinction event, coming to wipe you and everything you knew clean.

Xian turned around and started the long walk back to camp.

The hike had been Siobhan’s idea. School had just ended and it was Presley’s last summer before she moved away, so everything was terrifying and big and moved in slow-motion. It felt like every minute the four of them weren’t doing something amazing together was a minute wasted. Siobhan imagined growing up like a skin you shed in reverse. The more you crammed into those early layers, the harder it was to lose them.

She’d packed the bag, which was another mark on her ledger. If she had brought a first-aid kit, if she had brought more food, if she had brought a second water bottle, things might be different. Never mind that it was only supposed to be a day trip, and her mom would’ve lost her mind if Siobhan had packed for an overnighter.

The third thing that she could never ever be absolved of was that she was the one who saw the fox.

It had streaked through the trees, a blur of formless red, but for a second it had looked at her and–and Siobhan wasn’t exaggerating, time stopped. Its eyes were golden and a million years old, and somehow she had known exactly what it was saying to her.

They’re leaving you they’re leaving you every second they are getting farther away from you and you can’t do anything to stop it and you’re the only one who wants to anyway, you’re the only one selfish enough to ask for forever.

And then time had unstuck and it had leapt back through the trees, and Siobhan had pushed past Ana and almost tripped over Xian and she hadn’t even realized that she had started running, it was more like she knelt into the air and kept going.

She hadn’t realized the others would follow her, but of course they had.

So Siobhan couldn’t sleep. She was cold, and she was hungry, and she was ashamed that during their will-writing she’d made up people to give her things to because she wanted her friends to think that she had friends other than them, that she too had cool cousins in New York and family members she could trust with the contents of her bedroom.

And she was ashamed about everything else, too, every dumb decision she had made in possibly her whole life, and then Presley said “Siobhan?” and she realized she was kind of crying into the snow.

“I’m okay,” Siobhan said, “I’m okay, I’m fine.”

Ana reached out and touched Siobhan’s elbow. Her fingers were cold, but steady, and it did make Siobhan feel better.

“I think I’m gonna go look for food,” Siobhan said. She hadn’t realized she was going to say it until she did, but it felt right. She couldn’t stay here. She couldn’t just lie down and try to sleep through another night that looked exactly identical to the day.

“Okay,” Xian said. She pushed herself onto her elbows and tried to brush some of the snow off her shirt. “We’ll come with you.”

This was how they got into all kinds of world-ending trouble, but Siobhan supposed there were worse things.

She didn’t think she could get any words out if she tried, so instead she reached out and helped Xian get the snow off her shoulders.

Ana’s ankle didn’t hurt much anymore, but Presley still stoically bore the task of giving her a piggyback ride. Ana liked this arrangement because Presley would kneel down and wait for Ana to loop her legs around her waist and then she would say, with all the seriousness of a soldier about to pull the knife from his dying comrade’s stomach, I’m going to do it, get ready, get ready, and then she would stand up.

They didn’t have a direction, and none of them were entirely sure which way they had come from, so they were just kind of walking. Most likely, they had already gotten turned around three or four times, but Ana was hoping it would eventually cancel itself out.

But then again, it probably didn’t matter whether they got anywhere new. Already, the snow had probably completely concealed their old campsite. Everywhere they stepped was a new world, fresh and footprintless. Packed with promise.

Presley and Xian were talking, but Ana was a little too tired to follow the conversation. Instead, she tried to catch Siobhan’s eye and silently communicate something deep and necessary to her. She didn’t know what that deep and necessary thing was, but she trusted Siobhan to figure it out.

They walked for a long time without finding any kind of break in the landscape. Ana let herself feel reassured by the steady rhythm of Presley’s footsteps below her, the slow thread of Xian’s voice. It almost felt like home, pacing circles around Siobhan’s trampoline or getting marched to the principal’s office for “disturbing the classroom environment.”

So of course, she was the last one to see the cave.

It looked a little like a wasps’ nest, fat and bulbous and buzzing from the inside out with a pale yellow light. Shadows stretched across the entrance, flickering in stop-motion. The cave, whatever else it meant for them, was inhabited.

Ana looked down at Xian, who tended to be the most genre-savvy of them all. But Xian wasn’t looking at the cave; she was staring into the sky with a look of abject terror on her face.

“Presley,” Ana said. “I think we should–”

Presley locked her arms around Ana’s ankles and took off running towards the cave.

Ana had to duck so they could get inside, pressing the side of her face against Presley’s crown of braids. Then, the light was everywhere, and she had to blink hard to disperse the pink clouds that spotted her vision.

“Oh my God,” Siobhan said from somewhere behind her.

Xian shuffled closer. “What is that?”

In the center of the cave, a candle had burned almost to a stub, giving off the unmistakable smell of pine. Behind it, half-submerged in the pool of light, lay some kind of abomination.

It was a wolf and yet it wasn’t, couldn’t be. It had thick white fur and a distinctly lupine body, but it had human hands, bent and weathered. An old woman’s hands.

Oh Grandmother, Ana thought, inanely. What big teeth you have.

And if it was dead, which it could very well be, it had not been dead for long.

As slow as the shifting of a tectonic plate, it lifted its head and opened one blazing eye. Ana understood with a jolt that it had known they were there the whole time, that it had been listening.

It surveyed them, looking very old and very tired. It locked eyes with Ana. Then it spoke, in a voice so gravelly and ancient that Ana had no problem believing that it had been here for as long as there had been a here to be.

“Kids come with two heads these days?”

“Yes,” Ana said automatically, because even in her mindless terror she had to indulge her favorite hobby, which was tricking old people into believing things about The Youth. “But only the ones who are on social media too much.”

Presley frowned so hard that Ana could feel it from her shoulders, like an earthquake. “That’s not true,” she said. “We’re two separate kids. Stacked on top of each other.”

Wolf Lady huffed and closed her eyes again, apparently done with the conversation.

“Hey!” Siobhan said. “Hey, ma’am, please–can you help us?”

“We fell down a portal,” Presley supplied. “We’ve been here four days, and we’re going to die here.”

Wolf Lady smiled. It was the smile of a rotting jack-o-lantern, and it showed a glint of teeth. “Not a bad place to die,” she said, almost to herself. “But most people deserve better.”

“Do you have food?” Xian had crouched down, like she was speaking to a sleepy child. “Or–or do you know how to get some?”

“No,” Wolf Lady said. “No. You don’t need to get food. You need to get out.”

Silence. Outside, the wind wailed.

“What happened here?” Xian asked. Her voice was tight, thin. “I found these–all these bones.”

“You what?” Siobhan said.

“War,” Wolf Lady said. There was something inarticulable in her voice, a kind of grief that had exhausted all other avenues and therefore had no choice but to live forever in this cave.

“They were huge bones.”

“Big war.” Wolf Lady opened her eyes again. “Maybe you’ve noticed it. Wasn’t the kind of thing you can get out of the carpet. You, two-headed one. Grab my specs.”

“Specs?” Presley said, confused, but Ana tapped her head and then pointed to one edge of the cave, where a pair of thin, cracked glasses had gathered what looked like years’ worth of dust and melted snow.

Xian was the one who picked them up, but she handed them to Ana. On some old impulse, Ana slid them over the bridge of her nose.

Immediately, the world exploded in a paroxysm of color, spreading across the four of them like an oil slick. Wolf Lady seemed to be the center of it, bleeding orange from every inch, but there was so much of it coming from everywhere that Ana had to pull them off again.

“You can use those to get home,” Wolf Lady said, in the tone that one might say you can use salt to improve this soup. “Find the portals. For the love of God, get out of here.”

Ana cradled them against her chest. Siobhan looked openly skeptical, but she hadn’t tried them on. Ana believed that the glasses could do whatever they had to. Could reach through time and bring them back to some soft, scared world where everything they needed was still in one piece.

“Are you coming with us?” Xian asked. Her voice had gone quiet again, the way it did when she already knew the answer. Like when she predicted the endings of movies, the sad, certain everyone dies.

Wolf Lady laughed. As strange and animalistic as the rest of her was, her laugh seemed very human. “A very, very long time ago, I worked at a place where the only rule was that the kids had to make it out okay. The rest of us–well, it depended on how the forest felt. But we made it a long time, on that rule. I’m not breaking it now.”

“Thank you,” Presley said. Every word out of Presley’s mouth had an incredible gravity to it even in the silliest of situations; now, Ana could hardly bear to hear it. “We’ll remember you forever.”

“Oh, don’t do that to yourselves,” Wolf Lady said. “My name is Rosie. Think of it every once in a while, and forgive yourselves for the rest.”

Outside, everything was degrees of white and black, the snow bracing itself against the sky. Presley’s stomach was a black hole, and the rest of her was so numb as to cave in on itself.

She took one of Siobhan’s hands and one of Xian’s. Ana reached down and squeezed her shoulder.

They began to walk, and across the end of the world, a portal blinked into being

#okay take 3 #lumberjanes #lumberjanes week #my writing #for context: this is yesterday's prompt which i accidentally posted on a sideblog at 4am

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freshouttaparsnips · 4 years ago

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The interesting thing about working at a grocery store was that typically you got all your groceries and miscellaneous from the same place you worked.

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next chapter XD this time with the Fell bros ;)

tags: Homelessness issues, flat tires

read chapter 2: Meeting the Fell Bros on Ao3

or read it below!!

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The interesting thing about working at a grocery store was that typically you got all your groceries and miscellaneous from the same place you worked. It was a nice enough shop; the owners carried anything and everything, sort of like a Dollar Tree, only with a little more quality. But on occasion, on rare, rare occasion, you needed something they didn’t have, which led you to heading over to the local (and by local it was a half hour drive) Walmart.

You detested Walmart, not only because you couldn’t bring Peony in, but because the lights were overly bright and the sounds and people were abrasive as hell. It was an ADHD nightmare that you relived every time you needed something special that your own store didn’t carry, whatever the reason. Usually the trips in didn’t take that long, and you were out back into the fresh air, ready to find a new place to park for the night with Peony. Sometimes they dragged on and on, leaving you to stumble out of the sensory pit of hell into the cool night air, still needing to find a place to bunk down for the night.

The elderly couple running your workplace would have let you stay in their own parking lot, but because of bullshit permits and other inane city things, they couldn’t have vehicles parked in their lot for longer than two days at a time, or they’d be fined. It was unfortunate, and under any other circumstances they probably would have let you do it anyways.

In tight spots, you’d taken them up on their offer. Sometimes you couldn’t afford a permit to park by the Walmart, or in the parking lot of the library. But your favorite place to stay, and the place you were headed now, was the Mt. Ebbott camping grounds.

They didn’t question why you set up with the tiniest tent known to man, sharing it with a dog that took up most of the space. Or why you always came, made a small fire that night to cook popcorn on, stared at the stars for hours, then left before anyone else was awake the next morning. You didn’t like staying too long, not whenever other people were there to play loud music or throw around trash.

It was the perfect place to stay, to breathe in the scents of fresh moss and old stones, a place to recharge and relax without worrying about getting in trouble for loitering when you were just walking your dog.

Peony was sniffing the slightly open window, licking her chomps every so often as she caught a whiff of the nearby restaurants you passed. Sighing, you gave in to her adoring, pleading eyes, stopping through the drive thru of a little burger chain and getting you both the biggest burger they had with extra cheese. It was the weekend, payday, meaning you could splurge a tiny bit before you stuffed the rest into gas, food and savings.

While Peony happily munched away at her burg, you focused on the highway leading out of town, and through the woods, taking the exit that headed up the mountain. The air cooled the higher you went, your ears popping as you grinned at the worn, wooden sign reading that you were a few miles out from the camp grounds.

Which was why, when you saw the little red car sitting on the side of the road with a tire missing and a couple of dudes standing around it looking aggravated, you felt a little perturbed yourself even as you pulled over behind them a little ways.

They both looked up at you as you started to climb out of your car, their red eyelights burning from black sockets almost putting you at a pause. Taking a breath, you squared your shoulders, stepping out of the car and shutting your door before Peony, god bless her soul, could try to strangle herself attempting to get out.

“Got a flat?” You called, the tallest skeleton staring back down at the offending tire while the shorter started a few steps in your direction.

“Yeah, damn thing near tried ta put us over the barriers.” He said, voice deep and afflicted with a rough gravel. He seemed like the smoking type, if the way his fingers twitched every so often was an indicator. You shrugged.

“I’ve got a spare in my trunk, if you wanna see if she’ll fit.”

The short skeleton laughed, a chortle of sound, you grinning as you waved him over to the back of your car.

You could hear his boots hitting the gravel as he came up behind you, your trunk popping open with a loud thunk, Peony whining from the front seat as you searched for the tire. “You boys heading to the campsite?” you asked, at least trying to make small talk so the lurking wouldn’t be so creepy.

He grunted. “Me and Paps, we do this every couple months ‘er so. Get out of the house, get some fresh air. ‘E thinks its good fer me ‘er somethin’, I dunno.”

Turning back to him, tire hefted into your hands, you nodded. “Its nice to get away.”

He just stared at you for a moment, before gingerly taking the tire and heading back for his own car. You followed, watching the much taller skeleton glare down at the flat with a stare that would have killed lesser men.

“Sans, have you found a replacement?” he asked, tone angry but his expression worried. If you had to guess, this wasn’t really in their plans for the evening, and what with the sun getting lower in the sky, these roads could get a little treacherous in the dark. They may have been Fellgrounders, but you knew from experience that ending up down a river bank was not a fun way to spend the night.

“Yeah, this ‘ere human gave us their spare.” Sans answered, getting down on one knee to replace the tire, while the taller turned to stare at you.

“What would you like as payment?” He asked, and you blinked. Really you… hadn’t even thought about them paying you for it or anything, it wasn’t like you were going to use the tire any time soon; it didn’t even fit your car. Thankfully, it seemed to fit theirs, Sans standing back on both feet with a creak and a groan.

Realizing you still hadn’t responded, you shook your head, shifting on the gravel road. “Naw, I don’t need anything. Just wanted to help out, y’know?”

Tall skeleton stared hard at you, seemingly into your very soul by the way his eyelights flared with intensity. Then he just looked tired, fishing out his wallet and grabbing a little laminated card before handing it over to you.

“Well, if you do find you need anything, anything at all. Please send a text or call.”

You took the card, holding it in your hand as they both lugged the flat tire into their own trunk, Sans waving goodbye as you watched them climb into the little Jeep and make a U-turn around you. You waved as they headed back down the road, seemingly uninterested in making the rest of the way up the mountain in the dark… which suited you just fine.

You needed some alone time, and damn if you weren’t gonna get some. Hopping back into your car, you gave Peony a few healthy scritches under the chin for being such a good girl, and turned your brights on.

You didn’t have a chance to check the card he’d given you until later, and the words on it almost made you laugh.

~The Phone Number of the Great Edge~

Well. Now you had two of those to your collection. You sort of wondered why this was happening now, but you were along for the ride, for better or worse.

#fresh writes #undertale #fontcest #papyrus/reader #sans/reader #underfell papyrus #underfell sans #angst #mentions of homelessness

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buckyscrystalqueen · 5 years ago

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Meant To Be: Part 3

Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drug use.

Word Count: 3,930

A/N: Y’all can thank @wings-of-a-raven for this one….

Part 1 / Part 2

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You were board out of your skull, scrolling through your Instagram feed, in the completely empty road side stand- which was unusual for the middle of a Saturday afternoon. Having just finished lunch, five month old Gage was napping peacefully beside you in his pack and play like he did every day. Without looking, you reached out to flip to the next song on your iPod, not wanting to listen to country at the moment, and continued to scroll through your Instagram feed as ’27’ started playing through the small iHome speakers.

“You still listen to my music.” Your stomach dropped and your head whipped up as Colson stood in the open door frame and put his hands in his jeans pockets. “Hey, (Y/N).” You sat shell shocked and your heart pounded in your chest for a moment, before you found your feet and stormed over to him.

“You stupid…” You growled as you shoved him as hard as you could. “Selfish… Ignorant… fucking prick!” He barely stumbled as you punctuated each word with another shove. “I hate you! I fucking hate you!” You burst into tears as he wrapped you in his arms and nodded his head.

“I know.” He whispered as he tangled his fingers in your hair, pulled you impossibly closer, and rested his cheek on the top of your head. “I know.”

“I needed you!” You sobbed as you held onto his shirt for dear life as if he would disappear again if you dared to let him go. “Colson…”

“I’m here.” He soothed as he pulled back with tears in his eyes. “Baby…”

“No…” You said as you shook your head and forced yourself to take a step back to save your heart. “Fuck you. You have no Goddamn right…”

“You need to leave.” Junior said as he stepped out of the back room to see what was going on. “Now.”

“Junior, stay out of it!” You shouted as you pointed at your brother. “Who the fuck do you think you are…”

“(Y/N), I’m fuckin’ tryin’ here.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you’re trying to do!” You roared as Gage started screaming behind you. “Leave, Kels. Leave now.”

“I’m not leaving.” He said as he quickly side stepped around you and boldly picked up his son.

“No!”

“You better put that baby down.” Ross said evenly as he cocked his shot gun from the back of the store.

“Daddy, put it down!” You screeched in fear as you moved between your dad and the two men that held your heart together… most of the time. “Give me… my son.”

“Not until you talk to me.” He said as he gently bounced his son in his arms. “Just talk to me, baby girl. Please. You can yell all you want…”

“Oh, I’m about to do much more than yell if you don’t give me back my son!” With a defeated sigh, he turned his head and gently kissed Gage’s forehead. Your heart broke for him as he whispered ‘Daddy loves you’ to the little boy before he unwillingly handed him over to you. With a huff, you turned on your heel and stormed out back as you soothed your son.

“You have two seconds to follow her before I change my mind and put a buckshot in your head.” Your dad grumbled when Kels didn’t move. With a small nod, he walked quickly, and closed the back door behind him.

“I saw you die.” He whispered as he leaned against the side of your dad’s pick up while you sat down sideways in the bed to look at him.

“And I needed you.” You said with a nod as you rocked Gage in your arms to try to get him back to sleep. “More than I ever needed you before.”

“I was scared.”

“And I wasn’t?” You snapped as you looked at him, disbelievingly. “I overdosed, Colson, and you weren’t there. I found out I was pregnant in the same fucking swing, and you. weren’t. there. Do you have any fucking idea how fucking terrifying that is? I went through it all alone! We both know my family wasn’t coming to my rescue me back then, and you black balled me with every friend we had. I had no one. No one was there for me through rehab, or throughout my pregnancy, or even through the nineteen hours of labor I went through before I had an emergency c-section because his cord was wrapped around his neck. No one comforted me when I held my breath PRAYING that I didn’t fuck my son up when I OD’d nor when I was begging God and anyone else listening to hear him cry when they had to rush him away to put him on oxygen before I even got to see him. I had no one! Because of you!”

“And nothing I will ever say will make up for that.” He said with a nod as he jumped up into the truck and sat down beside you. “Trust me, I’ve tried to come up with some shit to say to make this situation better but there ain’t words anyone can string together to fix it.”

“No, there’s not.” You agreed as you moved Gage from your arms to your shoulder and started to rub his back. “You will never be able to fix this…”

“What’s his name?” You looked over at him, a little stunned at the calm interruption and sighed with a small shake of your head.

“Gage. Gage Michael Baker.” Tears instantly welled in Colson’s eyes and he covered his face in his hands as the guilt and shame started to drown him. The part of your heart that loved the man beside you more than life itself shattered, and against your better judgement, you picked your still fussy son up off your chest. “Hold him.” You nearly whispered as you leaned forward and held your son out. You could see the torment and elation battle in his blue eyes as he carefully took his son and laid him in his tattooed arms.

“Baby boy.” He whispered as a few tears fell onto the cute overalls and John Deere green long sleeve onesie your mother had put him in that morning so her grandson wouldn’t go to the family market in the ‘my tattooed mommy can kick your mommy’s ass’ onesie you had put on him originally. You told him his birthday and his birth weight and length as you got off the truck and headed toward the table by the back door to grab your cigarettes.

“He likes ‘End of the Road’.” You breathed as you took a long drag and stopped a few feet away from the end of the truck. “‘Rehab’ is one I still play a lot…”

“Can you reach my phone?” He asked as he looked over at you and gestured to his right side. “Back pocket.”

“What, you think you’re getting lucky?” You teased as you set your cigarette down for a moment and walked over to the side of the truck.

“Pretty sure if I whipped my fucking dick out around you right now it’d get shot off by your old man or cut off by your crazy ass.”

“Little bit of both.” You smirked as you pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and handed it to him. He thanked you and fiddled with it for a moment, looking for a background track to sing to as you grabbed your cigarette and walked back over to where you were standing to keep the smoke away from Gage. Your brow furrowed as a melody you didn’t recognize started playing and you looked up from your shoes when he started singing.

A sob caught in your throat as you listened to the words of the new song he had written for you and you couldn’t stop the small smile that spread across your face when you thought about that first night you met him. It was as close to a meaningful apology as you were ever going to get, because ‘I’m sorry’ meant nearly nothing to the two of you after all this time together with all the ups and downs you had been through. But one way or another, it made your wall weaken the slightest bit toward him once again.

“(Y/N)…” He nearly whispered when the song ended as he looked over at you. “I love you.” You choked on your tears and shook your head, not wanting to hear those three words from him for the first time in this situation.

“Colson…” You squeaked as your head and your heart battled for what to say next. In the long run, your head won, and you quickly walked over and gently took your now sleeping son from his arms. “I can’t…”

“I’m not leaving.” He called out as you headed quickly inside to go home. You paused but didn’t turn around as he got up to leave too. “Canceled my last three dates and postponed my fucking studio time. Putting my family back together is way more fucking important. I’m staying at the Best Western off the exit up the road. Room 105. Booked for at least two weeks.” With a very small nod of your head, you pulled the back door open with your toe and headed inside to get your bags, leaving Colson standing with his shattered heart in his hands.

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When you left work, your intention had been to drive home, make yourself dinner, give Gage a bath, and smoke a joint before you headed to bed early but you never made it. Instead, you drove around your hometown for a while, headed to a fast food place to feed Gage his baby food a little easier, picked up a few necessities from Walmart and pulled into the Best Western parking lot. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to leave, to simply drive away and deal with Colson either in court or never again at all. You stared at the blue and white placard outside his door for twenty minutes until he pulled the door open and walked over to your door.

“Come inside, baby girl.” He cooed as he held out his hand and patiently waited for you.

“I can’t.”

“Yes you can.” He said softly as he crouched down beside you and gently put his hand on your knee. Tears started to fall softly on your cheeks as you searched his eyes, but he simply nodded his head. “Lemmie fix this.” You hesitated for a few more moments before nodding your head, and with a nod back, he stood up and pulled open the back door before you could change your mind. “What’s he need?”

“Just grab everything from the back seat.” You told him as you shut off your car and grabbed your purse from the floor board. He loaded his arms with bags and grabbed the pack and play you handed him from the trunk so that you could pick up your giggly little boy from his car seat.

“Man, I fucking love that sound.” He said behind you as he kicked his room door closed behind himself and set everything down on one of the two double beds. You couldn’t help but smirk as you got a whiff of Gage’s dirty diaper, so you turned around and held your son out to his father.

“He’s just like you, Kels.” You teased as he took Gage from your arms. “He laughs when he shits.”

“Oh, babe!” He groaned as he quickly held his son at arms legs as he, too caught a whiff of poop. “Come on!”

“Change him, Colson.” You said as you pulled your diaper bag toward you, and pulled out the changing pad. “Quit giving me that look, he’s your son, too.”

“God, you fucking stink little man.” Colson said as he laid Gage down on the mat next to you. “How do I get this shit off?”

“Jesus.” You huffed as you reached over and unsnapped the overall straps. “You are not helpless.”

“I’ve never done this shit before.” He whined as you turned on the bed and started pulling the things he would need from the diaper bag.

“Just pretend you just shit your own pants.” You sighed as you laid everything out and started searching through the bags for the shower things he’d need next. “Unsnap the sides…”

“God, you are one stinky child.” He groaned as your son just wiggled and laughed on the bed. “Does he ever hold still?”

“Do you ever hold still?” You retorted as you folded your hands in your lap and waited. “He’s gunna roll off that mat.”

“OK, can you help me out here?”

“Not on your life!” You laughed as you used your knee to make sure Gage didn’t roll toward you. “I learned how to do this all by myself, too. You’re definitely not getting any special treatment from me. He’s gunna pee when you take that diaper off.”

“Swear to all shit that is fucking holy, I’m gunna kill you, (Y/N).”

“And I’ve been saying the same thing about you for months.” You sighed with a very pleased smile on your face. “But here you are still breathing and shit. OK, stop gagging, it’s not that bad. And you gotta get it out of his little chunker rolls…”

“So he got Mommy’s smile and her thighs… OW! I’m changing a baby here, don’t hit me!”

“One, don’t stay stupid shit. And two, you love my thighs. Gripped in your hands, wrapped around your hips, smothering your face…”

“Don’t.” He said a little harshly as he looked up at you through his lashes with a devilish glint in his eyes. “If you walk down that fucking road…”

“Oh, trust me, Kels.” You interrupted with a shake of your head. “You are not getting anywhere near this pussy for a long, LONG time.” The hopeful light he had in his eyes that said everything was back to normal with you being there disappeared almost instantly, and he quickly looked away to hide his disappointment.

“What next?”

“Well he needs a bath before he eats and then he’s going to bed. So strip down because I’m not putting my baby in some nasty ass hotel room tub.”

“You strip down.” Colson tried as he gently picked up Gage in both hands.

“Nope, you get to be a father tonight, sweetheart. Because before we even begin to consider what’s happening between us, you need to understand what being a parent means.” You turned on the water in the bathroom and adjusted it to the right temperature before turning around to look at him with a sigh. “You thought I was crazy before I had him, you ain’t seen shit yet. He’s gunna be very slippery when he’s wet. Don’t worry, you’re not gunna drop him.” You said quickly when fear raced through his eyes. “I’m gunna be right here.”

“Can you just… like get in and fucking stand there so you can catch him or some shit?” He asked as he unbuckled his belt and jeans and pushed them and his boxers down to the floor. “Please babe, you got me scared.”

“You’re gunna be fine.” You giggled as you took off just your pants and your bra. “Gage, tell Daddy he’s gunna be just fine.” He took a deep breath and stepped into the tub with his back to the spray and you held his arm to make sure he had his balance before getting in as well. “Yay! Step one!” Gage squealed in laughter as he slapped his hands on Colson’s tattoo covered chest and bounced around like he always did in the water, which made your ex even more nervous.

“Fuckin’ killin’ me.”

“Here, you gotta get him wet.” You instructed as you moved Colson’s hands so that he had a firm grip around Gage’s back, butt, and legs, so that he could cover his face with his free hand. “He doesn’t like the water in his face. And he probably will pee on you because he’s definitely your son and all. Just step back, Colson, I got you. You’re doing just fine. Here, now take some soap…” As patiently as you could, you walked your baby daddy through each and every step and explained the reasoning why you did things a certain way as you taught. You were surprised each time he asked questions (even though you always knew he’d make a great father), and decided to cut him a break the slightest bit when it was time to get out of the shower.

“I got him.” You said as you leaned around Kels and turned off the water.

“Na, I’m good.” He replied quickly as he pulled his son back into his chest so you wouldn’t take him. “Do you just grab the towel?”

“Just grab the hood part and put it on his head first, then wrap him like an awkward burrito. I think it’s just easier that way but my mom gives me shit for it all the time. ‘You’re supposed to lay him down first’… yea, because I want my bed soaking wet.”

“Probably because your mom hates me and I’m his dad.”

“Very valid assumption.” You agreed as you dried off your legs and dropped a clean towel over Colson’s shoulder.

“Not an assumption.” He mumbled as he laid Gage down on the bed and dried him off. He couldn’t stop himself from making faces at the little boy as he wrapped a towel around his waist quickly. “Shit, we made one cute little boy, babe.” You nodded in agreement as you pulled a dry pair of underwear from the Walmart bag and secured your towel around your chest.

“It scares me every day.” You sighed as you reached out and turned the diaper around in Kel’s hand. “Picture goes up.”

“What scares you?”

“Everything.” You breathed as you sat down and pulled a grey pajama onesie out of the bag. “Especially with everything that’s gone on with us, not just in the last year but our whole relationship. We fight all the time, and you’re constantly on the road. I used to be until I lost my contract because of the heroin overdose. I constantly wonder what’s gunna happen to him.”

“I was there.” You looked up at him as he gently took the pj’s from your hand and looked at them for a moment to see what snapped where. “When you OD’d. I was there for two days.”

“What?” He nodded his head as he pulled the onesie into place and buttoned it.

“I was the one that found you. You were fucking blue, (Y/N). Like actually fucking blue.” He looked over at you as he picked up his son and turned to sit on the bed with him in his arms. “I felt you stop breathing as I held you in my arms… and I felt your pulse slow so much that I couldn’t even feel it anymore. I was there when the ambulance came and hit you with narcan, praying that you’d wake up again, that you’d come back to me… and I was there when you screamed at me to leave you alone and that I should have just let you die.” Your breath caught in your throat and you fell back against the headboard as you covered your mouth with your hands in shock.

“We were so fucked up back then, babe; fighting all the time, getting so close to getting violent almost every fucking day. I made a fucking choice, (Y/N). I walked away and it was the dumbest fucking choice I have ever made. But I walked away because I knew that you on heroin tied in with the amount of coke I was shoveling up my nose so I wouldn’t do heroin, was going to end up disastrous. I knew that I was fucking toxic for you… but I also knew every fucking day that I need you. I need you like I need fucking air, babe. And yea, I know we’re fucking crazy together. We push each others buttons and piss each other off… but you know me better than I know myself.

You know the best way to talk me off the edge when I get caught up in my head. And you are the only one that can talk sense into me when I wanna bash someones fucking face in. You don’t put up with my shit, and you can dish it back just as fast. You are the first and only woman I want by my side; my fucking ride or die. I know I fucked up so many fucking times. But I wish… fuck, I wish so fucking bad that we could go back to those days. Because I would happily take the shittiest day of our lives together and live it like fucking groundhogs day than keep going on without you in my life anymore. Even if it’s just being a co-parent to the most badass baby in the world. Baby, I fucking need you.”

“Kels…” You sighed as you let your hands fall into your lap but he shook his head as he adjusted Gage in his arms because he was starting to fidget more, looking for his pre-bedtime feeding.

“Don’t call me that.” He begged. “Please… not you.”

“Give him here.” You sighed as you held out your hands to take Gage. You loosened your towel enough to free one of your breasts as Kels got up, threw on a pair of boxers, and grabbed you a dry shirt of his to wear to bed. “Honey, I don’t know if I can go back to that…”

“So we don’t go back.” He interrupted quickly as he came back over and sat back down in front of you. “We start from where we are; tattooed parents that just smoke weed, and get on each others nerves more often than not.”

“That have never been on a date or done anything but fuck, and party. And what about the road, huh? What about the sluts…?”

“Fuck the sluts.” He said with a swipe of his hand. “The only slut I need in my life is you.”

“Wow.” You said as a small smile pulled at the corner of your lips. “First I was a thot, but I’m a slut now. I see how it is.”

“Oh you were always a slut, babe.” He chuckled as he laid down and gently wrapped his hand around your ankle. “Like that kinky shit you did with your tongue.”

“Colson, I am feeding our child here.” You laughed as you gently kicked out your foot toward his arm. “Do not talk about our sexcapades in front of the baby.”

“Then there was always that thing I did with my tongue.” He teased absentmindedly as he laid down on the bed on his back and pushed your shopping bags out of the way. “And my fingers…”

“You better quit while you’re ahead, Mr. Baker.” You huffed as you pushed him with your foot. “Set up the pack and play. I need a cigarette.”

“Doesn’t that hurt? Your nipples used to be so fucking sensitive…”

“Only when he bites now. Apparently, thanks to your spawn, I now have rocks instead of nipples.”

“Mmmm so Daddy gets a go at those fun bags next?”

“Set up the play pen, Colson.”

Part 4

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svtskneecaps · 5 years ago

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Walls Could Talk Part 31 ~ don’t say it

(Seventeen Fic, Superpower! Non-Idol! High school! AU)

You’re just a high school kid trying to survive your senior year. Seems simple enough. Problem is, you landed a major crush on a good looking transfer student, and unfortunately, the both of you are hiding some abilities that are a bit less than normal, and there’s a ghost you thought you buried in your past that’s rearing his ugly head. So… maybe this won’t be as easy as you were hoping.

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You ended up going to the show. Derek had taken so much from you already that you just couldn’t let him take this from you too. You’d called the police, you’d told your parents about the messages, you’d informed the director about the potential danger, you’d taken every step. You didn’t think he would go after the students, but you wanted to cover your bases.

The show was glorious. The lead actor dropped their prop into the audience and ad libbed it away masterfully. Jun, watching from the wings next to you, nudged your side and brushed away an imaginary tear. “They grow up so fast!”

At the show’s end, you helped the kids get out of costume and put their props away, and you congratulated them on their successful performance. There’d be one final meeting to watch the recording and have some cookies, just to celebrate, but until then you sent them off to their parents and prepared to face going home alone.

“Hey, Soonyoung was making some noise about having a little post-show get together at our house,” Jun said. “You want to come?”

You glanced away from where you’d been staring at the side door contemplatively. “I--” wait, really? “Yeah, okay.”

“Awesome,” he said, and he grinned in that way that always made your stomach get lighter. He swept into a deep bow like the one he’d taught the lead in the play. “May I escort you to your carriage?”

You were probably blushing harder than you had in your life, but you took his arm. “You may,” you said. “Thank you.”

His family joined you as you made your way around the front, which took some of the tension out of your shoulders (but nothing relieved the tension more than your quick glance at the police cruiser sitting in the parking lot, who informed you loudly in a self-important voice that there had been not a peep nor a whisper of Derek the whole night).

You waited for their cars to leave before you pulled out of the parking lot, partly to ensure they’d get home before you arrived, and partly to ensure that should Derek suddenly make himself known, you’d be there.

You didn’t want to see him, but you wanted them to see him without you even less.

Soonyoung answered at the first knock, pulling you inside with a huge grin. “Congratulations on a great show!”

“The kids did most of it,” you deflected almost on instinct.

“He congratulated as many of them as he could find too, don’t worry,” Joshua said. “C’mon, Seungkwan ordered pizza.”

Time sort of fell away for awhile. At some point Vernon produced the game of Risk from a cupboard, and then you asked if they had Monopoly, and everything sort of dissolved into chaos from there as you introduced them to the hellgame combination that was Riskopoly. You played the role of banker and referee, since there weren’t enough pieces for everyone and someone had to have an eye on the rules. At some point they knocked Jun out of the game and he sat next to you, and at some point you started yawning, and at some point he took over the bank, and at some point you ended up lying against his side, watching Seungkwan get three straight rolls of 1 while trying to advance into Jeonghan’s country.

Later, you couldn’t remember when or how you’d gotten there, with his arm wrapped around your side. You couldn’t remember last feeling so at ease.

Eventually, though, you remembered time was a thing that existed, and finally checked your phone.

“Shit,” you said, seeing several texts from your parents. “It’s like 1 AM.”

You looked up and could tell just from the looks they were giving you that the 95 line knew about Derek.

“You want to stay the night?” Seungcheol offered without hesitation.

“Can I?”

“Of course,” Seungkwan said, glaring into his hand as he prepared to roll the die again. “I’ve still got to decimate Jeonghan and I can’t do that if the referee’s gone.”

“Ooh, that’s a big word,” Vernon said cheerfully, organizing his three Monopoly bills. “Sure you can do it?”

“Of course I can!”

(he threw the die for a reasonable roll of two fours and a five, which Jeonghan immediately destroyed with a pair of sixes. “Next time we play this you’re reffing,” Joshua said)

They produced an old T-shirt for you to change into overnight (and you could just tell it was Jun’s even though nobody said so; it was exactly his style and it smelled like his cologne). You put your hair up to quickly wash your face before heading into the basement.

Jun was rummaging through a closet when you got down. He tossed a couple blankets onto the couch. “I hope that’s enough,” he said. “It gets pretty cold down here.”

“It’ll be fine,” you said, despite knowing extremely well how cold you get (and how cold your town gets this time of year).

He turned to look at you, and paused. “Your hair’s up,” he said.

“Oh-- yeah.” Your hand flew up to touch it. “I-- was washing my face.”

“It’s cute,” he said. On instinct you turned to hide your face, playing with the wispy bits of hair by your ear.

You jumped when you feel his gentle touch on your fingers. He pulled your hand down and something in your chest changed as you realized your scar is on that side.

“When you said you knew the damage his ring makes. . .”

You pulled your hand away gently, tugging the hair tie out and letting your hair fall to cover the scar again. “Yeah,” you said. “That’s what I meant.”

You didn’t look up; you knew what his face would look like. You’d seen the expression on your parents, your nurses, your therapist-- you didn’t want to see it on Jun.

“Y/N,” he said, “I. . .”

“If you’re going to say sorry,” you said softly, “then don’t. I’ve heard it from everyone.”

You could see his hand reaching out like he wanted to take your hand again, but he dropped it again.

“I won’t let him get near you again,” he said. “If you want me to.”

“I don’t want it to come to that.” You scooted around him, picking up the blankets from the couch, if only to wrap your hands in them. “I don’t-- I don’t want him to be near you. I--”

You choked on the words.

His face changed, then, and now you knew why Minghao had said you would know if he knew. He looked at you and there was a new shine in his eyes.

“Y/N,” he said, “I lov--”

“No.” You stumbled back, the backs of your knees knocking into the couch and sending you down. “No, don’t say it, I can’t-- you can’t, Jun, I--” (either the room was spinning or you were) “There’s too much I haven’t told you, I can’t--” you shook your head-- “I can’t do that to you. Please, I-- not yet, please.” You hadn’t told him about the hospital, or your power, and yes it was silly to be afraid to tell him that, he read minds for god’s sake, if anyone would understand your ability it would be him, but the hospital-- you didn’t want to think about it, let alone tell him (you hadn’t even told Minghao yet). “I want you to be able to leave if you don’t-- if you can’t-- if it’s too much for you, if you learn it all and you can’t--” (someone had to be sucking all the air from the room because suddenly your lungs weren’t filling enough)-- “can’t love me anymore.”

“There aren’t any secrets you have that could change my feelings,” he said, and repeated it in Mandarin like that sealed it.

“Please-- please don’t make promises you don’t know if you can keep.” You crushed the blankets against your chest like if you cracked a rib your lungs would find room to expand again.

“Okay,” he said. “But-- I needed you to know. And I-- I want you to know, when you’re ready to speak, I’m ready to listen.”

You didn’t think you’d ever be ready. “Thank you,” you said anyway.

He gave you a soft look, and you found your breath catching in your throat in a way that had nothing to do with the fear thrumming in your veins (a softer, more pleasant kind of anxiety, and some part of you made the connection between this and his false proposal in the Walmart parking lot).

“Good night, Y/N,” he said, and you heard the I love you.

“Good night, Jun.”

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(next part Wednesday, May 13)

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slash-em-up · 5 years ago

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A Sinclair Family Christmas Vacation: Sinclair Bros Fluff

Catch me fuckin around with the movie canon to make my writing work... it’s free real estate! This is a Christmas present for the most beautiful goomba of them all, @slashermom who not only has a huge brain and giant meat; but is also one of the kindest most generous people I know. YOU’RE THE BEST M!!!!

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You’d officially decide that being ‘on the lam’ didn’t agree with you at all.

The cold truck-stop coffee in the cup holder seemed to look at you mockingly as your stomach gurgled in displeasure. You probably shouldn’t have had a second cup without food to go along with it; but all Lester had bought was a handful of Slim Jims and Cheetos and no one besides him was interested in that particular combination.

You’d been driving for more than ten hours straight today – for the third week in a row - trying to get your small family as far away from Louisiana as possible - all to protect the brothers resting in the seats surrounding you.

The escape from Ambrose and subsequent healing of the twins was something you wished to forget as quickly as possible.

Everything from hiding with Lester from the police, to Vincent’s cries of exhausted pain as you and Lester held him down, to snapping Bo’s dislocated jaw back into place were sanguine phantoms you could all see out of the corner of your eyes – but the only thing you could do was keep moving.

So that’s what you did. State to state, never staying anywhere more than a couple of days, hoping somewhere would feel like home again soon.

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Colorado was just as beautiful as you’d always imagined it would be.

The Rocky Mountains rose like colossal spires before you, stretching out as far as you could see. You appreciated the view quietly, letting the men sprawled across the bench seats in the back get as much rest as they could before one of them took a shift at the wheel.

A glance down at the thermometer showed the temperature dropping at an alarming rate, and as snow began to fall faster and faster through the frozen air, you were suddenly aware that the light jackets that were plenty of protection in a Southern winter wouldn’t do much good when contending with cold like this.

The last dollar bills you’d pulled from an ATM sat heavily in your pocket as you pulled into a Walmart parking lot and slipped out of the car as silently as possible- leaving the heat running and shushing Jonesy’s inquisitive huff with a quick snap of your fingers.

A couple hundred dollars and half an hour later found you burdened down with bags of proper winter clothing and enough McDonald’s cheeseburgers to feed a small army; trudging back to the car through the quickly accumulating snow.

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“Vincent! Bo! Wake the fuck up!!”

Lester’s cries brought both twins out of their slumber like the crash of a gong.

Bo shot up, ready to fight whatever was causing his brother to panic, while Vincent carefully righted himself, still wary of the knife wound on his healing side.

The car was dark, but for a few slivers of grey light slipping past whatever was covering the windows.

Lester was touching the opaque surface with awe – eyes wide as he felt the cold seeping in through the glass.

“Is that… snow?”

“Aww hell.” Bo grouched “Not this shit again…”

Vincent chuckled at his brothers reactions. The sound ringing clear and unmuffled through the truck from his unmasked face.

The departure from Ambrose had necessitated quick packing by yourself and Lester - and Vincent’s masks had already been confiscated by the local authorities. It had been a rough adjustment for the long-haired man. Not being able to hide his cavernous deformity has sent him into silent depression for days.

The last time the twins had seen snow had been in 1974, right before Lester was born. The unprecedented shift in temperatures had brought a cool two inches of snow to coat the ground in Ambrose, closing shops and canceling schools until it melted.

Vincent remembered enjoying the way the white fluff had turned the streets into a sparkling kingdom, completely foreign and exciting to the young boy.

Bo had not enjoyed the snow in the slightest. This may have had something to do with their father waking them both up at the crack of dawn to shovel the walk; but he couldn’t say for sure.

Vincent’s train of thought was interrupted by Lester forcing the frozen door of the car open and immediately yelping in shock as a small hill of snow fell from the roof down the collar of his shirt.

Bo laughed at his brothers misfortune until his bruised jaw became too sore. He rubbed gingerly at his stubbly cheek until the pain abated, looking out at the snow in contemplation.

Having recovered from his snowy bath, Lester poked his head out of the car – giving a low whistle before twisting in his seat and dropping to the ground.

Another cry of consternation was heard from outside, and Vincent quickly opened his own door to see what the matter was. He leaned back in time to avoid getting snow down his own shirt, but gaped stupidly at the picture Lester made – buried nearly to his knees in freshly fallen snow.

“Is it supposed to get this deep?”

Before Vincent could answer Jonesy decided to join the fun, and leapt from the bench between Bo and him to launch herself into the snow.

The younger twin called out after the quickly retreating form of his dog before climbing out of the car and taking off after her himself.

“GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!!!” Bo roared from his seat in the car.

Lester was now chasing after Vincent who was chasing after Jonesy and Bo had had quite enough of these snowy antics thank you very much.

This was the scene you arrived back to, huffing and puffing from behind your scarf.

You stopped by Bo’s open door just in time to watch Lester trip over a hidden rock and face-plant into a snow drift.

“… what the hell?”

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It was Christmas Eve and you’d been snowed in.

An hour further inland and the thick flakes had started falling so hard that none of you could see more than five feet in front of the car.

Your saving grace had been the flickering neon of a 24-hour roadside diner, and once you parked, the boys had formed a single-file line through the thigh-deep snow, trying to make it easier for you and Jonesy to trudge along with them.

The warm building was manned by a single grey-haired waitress and two cooks. They were clearly surprised to see anyone braving the blizzard - all the locals having been wise enough to stay indoors during the storm.

Bo’s signature charm was enough to secure a place for Jonesy along with the four of you, and after a plateful of pancakes and potful of hot coffee everyone was feeling a bit more like themselves.

Despite the biting wind and whipping snow the mood was festive, as the TV played White Christmas and the cooks sang off-key Christmas carols from the kitchen.

Lester leaned back against the plastic booth seat and patted his stomach.

“Ooo boy that’s a good feeling. Real food. Wish ya’ll had let me stop and pick up that doe we saw – she’d make a nice stew right about now.”

Bo scoffed.

“Yeah, and where would we keep it genius? Let alone cook it. Nothin’ says ‘look at me’ more than a deer tied to your hood.”

You giggled and leaned against Vincent. The deformed twin was sitting in the furthest corner of the booth, making sure to keep his ‘bad side’ facing the wall and the beanie hat you’d bought him pulled as low as he could.

He offered you a small smile and took a sip of hot coffee, enjoying the feeling of normalcy, if only for a few hours.

The heated debate was interrupted by the waitress.

“You folks want a warm-up? It’ll be just about the only warm thing you’ll see tonight if you’re planning on braving the roads again.”

“Why Carol, you read my mind.” Bo offered the waitress a cocky smile, making her shoot him a bemused one of her own. He held out his mug and Carol filled it to the brim, snorting as Bo winked at her.

“Is he always like this?” She asked the group.

Lester and Vincent chuckled as you hummed out a sing-song “I’m afraid so… he’s a real lady-killer.”

Bo kicked at you from under the table, but you dodged and stuck out your tongue.

Vincent rapped his knuckled on the table, bringing all attention to him.

“Merry Christmas…” he said quietly.

A glance at the clock told you all that it was indeed officially Christmas morning.

You smiled, sharing warm looks with Lester and Vincent, returning the holiday sentiment. Bo looked around at you, at his brothers, at his family - bruised and broken, but somehow, still alive and together.

He raised his coffee cup as Bing and Rosemary began singing ‘White Christmas’.

“And a happy New Year…”

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puckinghell · 6 years ago

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Slow Dancing in a Parking Lot | Jeff Skinner

Summary: The song “slow dance in a parking lot”. No I will never stop writing based on country songs. Word count: 2k Note: This is just pure fluff. Alcohol tw

Back to back games were always exhausting and with the second half of it coming tomorrow, it really wasn’t the best night for Jeff’s phone to ring at 3am.

He groaned as he rolled over. There was really only one person whose phone call he was going to answer, and unfortunately for him, it was that person calling. For a second, just a split second, he thought about ignoring the call; but there was never even a small chance he’d actually do that.

Because it was you. And you were not only his best friend, but you never called him at 3 am, so it was possible that something was wrong, and he was fiercely protective of you.

Not at all in a “just friends” way, unless you asked; then it was totally in a friends way.

“Hmmhello,” he mumbled, the words barely able to get out of his throat as sleep still laced every part of his body. He hadn’t even fully opened his eyes.

“Jeffreeeyyy!” Your voice was loud and high-pitched and way, way too excited for this hour of the night, but it instantly lifted some of the worry off his heart. Clearly you were doing just fine. Which left the question, why were you calling him at this time? “I miss you!” you blurted out at the other end, and Jeff only now recognized the slur in your voice.

“You’re… drunk?” If only he was able to form coherent, full sentences, that would be great.

You giggled. “Maybe a teeeeeny tiny bit. Am I waking you up?”

It was 3 am, he’d had a game tonight and he was going to have one tomorrow - or today? What time was it again? - so obviously you were waking him up. But he knew if he told you that, you’d feel bad about it, and he wasn’t going to do that to you.

“Nope.”

“Liar.” You giggled again, but then you fell silent. The silence lasted so long Jeff was starting to wonder if you’d forgotten that you’d been on the phone with him, but then you spoke again. “I think I have a bit of a problem.”

That was enough to send adrenaline through his veins and suddenly he was sitting upright in his bed, completely awake now. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s… wrong, per se,” you lied through your teeth. Jeff had always been able to tell when you were lying, even through the phone. “I just think I might not be completely sure where I am.”

“You’re lost?” At 3 am, drunk, in the middle of Buffalo? Now he was really starting to get worried. “Where are your friends? The ones you went out with.”

“Lydia took a guy home. And Sarah… Well, we lost her a bit earlier in the evening. So I guess what I’m trying to say is, I don’t know.”

Technically, there was quite a simple solution to this problem. Jeff could tell you to open the Uber app on your phone and simply order one to your location. Or use Google Maps to find your way to the nearest night bus.

But really, that had never really been an option.

“Stay where you are,” he told you sternly. “I’m coming to get you. Don’t go wandering off, okay?”

“Okay,” you singsonged. “See you!” You hung up right away.

All Jeff could do was hurry to put on some sweats and a hoodie and run to his car, meanwhile opening your shared location on his phone. You had a habit of losing your phone so you’d switched on the ‘continually share location’ feature, linking your phone to his. He’d never thought he’d be this happy with that feature.

Luckily, you were only 10 minutes away from his apartment, and somehow he made it in 5. If there was a speeding ticket on his doormat next week, well, that would be worth it.

He spotted you soon enough. You were in front of a 24/7 corner store, sitting cross-legged on the pavement, a chocolate chip cookie in your hand. When he jumped out of the car, your face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Jeffff Skinnerrrr!” you yelled, stretching your arms out to him. He couldn’t help but laugh as he carefully sat down next to you on the pavement, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to give you a quick sideways hug.

“Glad I found you.”

“I’m glad you found me too,” you hummed. “My hero.” You nestled into his side and dropped your head on his shoulder, and it was probably not appropriate for just friends to hold that position, but Jeff couldn’t bring himself to remove his arm from you. You fit perfectly like that, curled into his side, and he would be lying if he said he was in a hurry to get up.

That was until you shivered against him.

“You’re cold,” he stated, and removed his arm from you only so he could take off his hoodie.

“Now you’re gonna be cold,” you protested, tugging at the soft cotton of the t-shirt he was wearing underneath it, as if to demonstrate how thin it was, and he shot you a stern look. As always, you rolled your eyes, but a grateful smile appeared as you put on his hoodie and hugged your knees to your chest. “I would offer you some of my cookie,” you told him, “but I’m hungry.”

Jeff laughed. “Let’s go home, okay? I might have some ice cream in my fridge.”

He wasn’t technically supposed to have ice cream in his fridge - his nutritionist would definitely tell him off for that - but he knew you were a big desserts person, and it was the least he could do when you came over to cook dinner for him all the time.

“Oh, yes!” Excitement radiated off your face at his words and you jumped up. But the alcohol had gone into your legs and you started wobbling, losing your balance; Jeff only just managed to grab your hips to steady you. “Oops,” you whispered, and he smiled. You were so close to him he could smell the alcohol on your breathe and the smoke of the bar in your hair and normally he would hate it, on anyone else he would hate it, but it was you and it didn’t matter what you looked like or how you smelled, he always wanted to have you close.

“Come on,” he said gently, guiding you towards his car. “Ice cream, remember?” It was like trying to get a small, stubborn child into the car, but somehow, he managed, even going so far as to buckle you into your seatbelt, as you sat there giggling.

As soon as he started the car, you turned up the music. You sat there quietly humming the words of 'She’s Every Woman’ to yourself, your feet kicked up on the dashboard, your head leaning against the window, and Jeff couldn’t stop himself from looking over at you every few seconds.

You were his best friend, and he always felt happier when you were around, but there was something about your total inhibition in that moment and how wide you were smiling at nothing; it was perfect, everything about that moment, at least for Jeff.

Well, perfect, apart from the fact that he really wanted to reach over and lace his fingers through yours, or put a hand on your leg, or just touch you in any way, and he wasn’t allowed to do that.

“Stop the car.”

The words came out forceful and loudly, and it startled Jeff enough to step on the brakes.

“What, why?” he asked, but you simply bounced in your seat.

“Jeff, park the car!”

He wasn’t sure what was going on; you didn’t look like you were going to throw up, and you didn’t seem scared or upset, but you were stubborn enough sober that he knew drunk you wasn’t just going to let it go, so he obliged, turning the car into an empty Walmart parking lot.

Before he’d even put it in park, you’d turned up the volume of the radio as far as it could go and jumped out.

“That’s my favorite song!” you squealed, spinning around as you threw your arms up.

Your favorite song. You’d made him pull over because you wanted to dance. And the worst thing was, he couldn’t help but laugh, because it was such a you thing to do and he loved you.

The song ended and a new one came on, a slow song this time. You turned around to see Jeff leaning against the hood of his car with his arms crossed, a smile on his face that was so bright it brought out the twinkle in his eyes. That had always been your favorite smile of his.

Sober you wouldn’t have dared. But drunk you had a few less insecurities, so you extended your hand to him.

“Dance with me?”

He stared at you for a few seconds that felt like they lasted forever, and just when you were starting to wonder if you’d finally pushed him too far, he shook his head with a giggle and then took your hand. He twirled you around under his arm, then pulled so you fell against his chest, and you laughed.

That laugh, however, died on your lips when your eyes met his. There was something hidden deep in those dark brown eyes and you weren’t sure what it was, couldn’t quite put your finger on it in this state, but it was enough to take your breath away as he slowly started swaying you back and forth.

The Walmart sign harshly illuminated your figures as you danced, your feet moving over the painted white lines. Not a word was spoken because there was no need to; it was just you in his arms, your eyes locked and his heartbeat against your chest.

Jeff knew this was a bad idea; you were drunk but he had no excuse and tomorrow you were gonna ask him what the hell he’d been thinking, but it was as if he had no control over his own actions as he spun you under his arm again.

The song ended, but he had no intention of stopping; in fact, he didn’t give a damn what song came on next, it could be Gangnam Style for all he cared about. This might be all he was ever going to get from you and that was okay. Tomorrow, if you wanted to, you could go back to being just friends. Tonight he had you and a long night and an empty parking lot, and he was going to make the most of whatever he had.

When you spun back to him, your hands tightened around his biceps as you leaned a little closer.

“Jeff?” you mumbled, and he raised an eyebrow. He waited for you to speak, watched your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips, hoped and prayed that you weren’t going to tell him to get back in the car.

“Can I kiss you?”

His eyebrows must’ve shot up into his hairline, that’s how surprised he was to hear those words falling from your lips. He might’ve thought about kissing you at least twenty times in the past three minutes, but to realize that you had apparently had the same thoughts was almost too much for him.

Your smile faltered and he realized he’d taken too long to respond, and now you were doubting yourself and starting to pull away and no, this couldn’t be happening to him, he wasn’t going to let this moment pass, so he lurched forward and cradled your face in his hands. His lips were against yours before you could register what was happening, but once you did, you pressed up against his and deepened the kiss, curled your fingers into his hair and smiled against his lips.

Yellow lights flashed in the corner of your eyes and Jeff pulled away, still smiling.

“Security,” he told you, as if you hadn’t noticed, and a cheeky twinkle flashed in your eyes.

“Run?” you asked, and he nodded, barely visible but just enough for you to see.

“Run.”

You ran to the car as the security car pulled into the parking lot. Jeff stepped on the gas before you’d even fully closed the passenger door, and then you were zooming off. As expected, security didn’t bother to follow you.

As far as they were concerned it had just been two people in love, slow dancing in a parking lot.

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queenofkings121-blog · 6 years ago

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Duties of a Queen

[\Oh my gosh guys this is so messy! I wrote it in a walmart parking lot awhile back. Forgot about it til now. For what its worth, I hope y'all enjoy this./]

Warning: angst[?], violence [a but graphic]

A lone tear rolled down her cheek as she saw her betrothed placing a sweet kiss on lips that weren't hers.

'My heart belongs to you Gwen. It always has and always will. You know I'm only with her to secure the safety of this kingdom.

She knew that this marriage arrangement didn't begin with love, but she thought they had gotten there. She thought they were in love. Hell, they confessed their love for each other while in between the bedsheets the night before.

The situation would've rendered anyone broken, but Y/N wasn't weak. She straightened her posture, wiped the tear and made her presence known. Arthur and his lover were shocked. Y/N looked into the blue eyes she fell in love with. With a soft humourless chuckle she walked past him towards her chamber.

"Y/N!" Arthur yelled after her. He was hot on her heels. The prince nearly tumbled onto her when she stopped walking.

"If you are to apologize, don't. If you are here because of the treaty, leave." Her answer was simple. He ruined the chances of his kingdom being truly safe.

Y\N's kingdom, Nilanyth, was a small but lethal kingdom. It's got a quarter of the population of Camelot, but the 10 times the skill. All the citizens are required to learn how to defend themselves. Men,women, children. Its a four days ride from Camelot. With this alliance Camelot would've become the most protected kingdom.

Not only that, but what he said to Gwen wasn't the complete truth. Yes he loved Gwen, but he was happy and ready to marry Y/N. He was growing feelings for her but he's ruined those chances as well.

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Arthur sat with his father for dinner but neither one ate. Uther because he had a lot on his mind, Arthur because the empty seat next to him was a reminder of his actions the previous day. He hasn't seen her all day and he could physically feel her absence. He would expect her to chuckle at something Gwain said, or reprimand Percival for being tall, but all he got was silence. It angered and saddened the Prince but he did not know why. He was about to speak when Y/N walked in.

She was dressed in her travelling gear and it confused both men.

"My King," Y/N said with a slight bow of her head before turning to Arthur. "Your majesty."

"Lady Y/N, is there a reason for this?" Questioned Uther.

"Yes, my King. I'm returning home. " Uther looked confused. "Before you say anything, allow me to explain." Uther nodded at the princess, all the while Arthur looked at her with a hurt expression. It was his fault.

"I will not marry your son. I simply cannot. I thought I could be in a love-less marriage but recent events proved otherwise. But the treaty stays. Nilanyth will assisst Camelot if the need ever arises. We will be allies and become a stronghold. Nilanyth will supply your people its protection, Camelot will supply my people with resources such as cattle and food."

"But your people are well off."

"This treaty is not onesided Uther, and I refuse it to be. My people are well off, but we do not supply without receiving. Selfish, yes, but it secures my kingdom."

"But it is not fair." Arthur piqued.

Aiden narrowed her gaze on the prince. "You know naught of being fair, nor taking care of those whom you claim to love. I do not expect you to understand this." She turned towards the king. "That is all. I return to my kingdom either with a signed treaty or not, it doesn't effect me nor my people at all. I'm merely doing this for your sake."

The King and Prince both relaxed their shoulders knowing that Camelot is safe, and it seems thats all they cared about. Her mother was right. True love is hard to come by when you're royalty. It seems everyone has different needs for a princess, but none for the girl.

"I bid thee a farewell and a safe trip back home Lady Y/N. The treaty will be signed before your departure. For what its worth, I am truly sorry that it didn't work out between you and my son. You would've made a fine Queen of Camelot." Uther replied. Y/N simply nodded and turned to leave. She desperately wanted the Prince to run after her and tell her that he made a mistake. That he truly loved her, but he sat still on his chair.

Y/N mounted her horse later that day with a stoic expression, and with a swift kick she left Camelot and the person who broke her heart.

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It's been two weeks since the departure of Y/N and Arthur hasn't been the same. He's been moody, snapping at everyone, even Gwen. She was mad that Y/N could have such a hold on him even when she wasn't present. Her and Arthur fought more frequently, and made love less. When they did it was rough and quick, and void of love and affection.

Their fights have gotten more vocal and not a single ear within the walls of the castle were strangers to it.

"It's not a matter of you being a servant Gwen! Its a matter of you not being Y/N!" Arthur yelled and immediately regretted the words. The look on his loves face broke his heart.

"W-what?"

With a sigh, Arthur decided he needed to come clean. "Gwen, there was a time that I truly loved you. You were my world, but it seems that my heart yearns for someone else. Just as yours is." He wasn't stupid. He saw the glances and touches between Gwen and Merlin.

The two talked about what would happen for hours and came to a conclusion to end it. It wasn't healthy and they weren't happy together. Not anymore.

But Gwen went to her lover while Arthur went to his room. He wished to travel to Nilanyth but he knew he was unwelcomed. Especially after how he hurt Y/N. He knew he could go, but it would be for politics. Anything else, he would overstay his welcome. So, he settled for a letter.

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Its been many moons since he sent his first letter. He would send one every week, and just like the week before, it went unanswered. He hoped and wished that she has been reading them. They would fall on deaf ears. He didn't expect her to answer. He heard of the passing of her parents not long after his second letter was sent. He desperately wanted to go and comfort her, but the funeral for the Royals was private. Only those in the Kingdom were allowed, and close friends of the couple from the other kingdoms.

The late Royal couple of Nilanyth fell ill with a sickness that no warlock, healer, or magician could heal. Y/N was heartbroken. She loved her parents dearly and to have them both gone crushed her soul. She knew the duties of being a Queen and King. Her father taught her that just because she was a female didn't mean she wasn't capable, and so he taught her the ways of a King as her mother did with being a Queen. He also taught her that having a man by her side is a mere accessory. That she didn't need a man to validate her. Her name alone should and is validation enough.

Y/N sat in front of her parents graves, along side of her ancestors, just staring at the headstones. A bitter smile came across her face.

"I miss you guys."

A warm breeze flew by and wrapped around the newfound Leader. The breeze was gentle yet had an aggressive feel to it. It danced around her, almost along to a song she couldn't hear. It felt like a hug from her parents. A hug hinting that everything will be OK. That she wasn't alone, never has and never will.

The Prince of Camelot seized sending his letters for his father had succumbed the same fate Y/N parent's had.

The two were now both crowned rulers of their own respective kingdoms.

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Camelot was attacked by Morgana and her men and they nearly won if it wasn't for the warriors of Nilanyth. Just as they were about to slaughter the entire Kingdom, Riders of Nilanyth, being led by Y/N, rode in and swept the kingdom of the enemies.

Morgana screeched as she saw her people getting slaughtered by Y/N's warriors. Her eyes changed colors as she chanted a spell to discombobulate the new arrival. She smirked as Y/N's men fall unconscious. Morgana would've killed them, but she knew that whats left of her men would need morality boosts and in order to do so, they needed to kill. Morgana had just made that easier for them, but her thinking of her men would cost her greatly.

Y/N looked around and spotted the reason her men weren't able to fight. She charged her horse towards sorceror, but switched paths at the last second, riding for Morgause. Y/N knew that she had confused the sisters and used it to her advantage.

Y/N raised her sword, gripped the stirrups on her horse, and mightily swung her sword efficiently and effectively decapitating the blonde, as she rode by. She pulled the stirrups and signaled for her horse to stop and turn to face Morgana. She saw the black haired girl stare at her sisters headless body in shock. Y/N held out her blade and flicked her wrist, ridding her sword of the sorcerors blood, all while staring at Morgana.

From the corner of her eye she saw Gwain and Percival slowly approaching them. She shook her head and rode for Morgana once more, only to have her thrown off her horse by the use of magic. The Queen landed and hear a SNAP! and Y/N knew she had broken something, but she had a part to play in history and being dead wasn't it.

She had toughed through the pain, grabbing her sword and circled Morgana. The Queen ran and swung her sword purposely a bit too high. The force of her swing had caused Y/N to stumble forward. She turned quickly and aimed her sword at the enemy. Y/N looked over the sorcerers shoulder and saw the two knights in place. She stepped forwars and swung, partially hitting her target. She huffed and threw a steel star at Morgana. The latter turned her head and raised her hand to catch it. Just as she did Y/N rolled and sliced her sword towards the others midsection. Y/N ended on one knee, both hands gripping the handle of her sword, raised by her shoulder. She stood and turned to face Morgana. The sorceror laughed.

"You mis--" She was cut short as she coughed up blood. She looked down to her midsection and see her guts. Her eyes widened as she tried to fix herself.

Y/N raised her sword to her left, slashing to the right, cutting below her neck. Her sword flew slightly but she was quick to grab the handle, so that the hilt faced her, and swung her hand backwards sticking the sword into Morgana's head, ending her reign.

The two knights scoffed and Y/N smirked at them.

"She knew of your presenc. She assumed that I was going to be distraction, but distraction was not distraction, but merely a distraction to the distraction."

"I have naught a clue of what you just said Lady Y/N." Gwaine said utterly confused and tired. "Do you?" He asked Percival.

"I think?"

Y/N laughed. "Neither do I Sir Gwaine and Sir Percival. Speaking of distractions, where is your King?"

"He and Merlin are taking care of Mordred. Why do you ask?" Gwaine wiggled his eyebrows.

"Duties. Nothing more, nothing less."

The two Knights stared at her receding figure in thought. Both thinking it is shame that their King had let such a wonderful person walk out of his life.

#arthur pendragon x reader #arthur kingsmen #arthur pendragon #sir percival #sir gwaine #sir leon #morgana #morgause #merlin #gaius #y/n #reader imagine #sir lancelot #mordred #uther pendragon #king uther #gwen

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crystalinn · 5 years ago

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I haven’t posted about this here yet, but boy howdy has my life been A Mess™️ of late.

TW: medical talk, high stress situations, mentions of blood under the cut

This is a very long post, so a mild TL;DR: ma’s sick and this is me for eternity now (loud noises in video):

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Picture it. November 10th (ish. Time is hard.). The motherbeast came down with a case of viral bronchitis. She got a few days off work to recover.

A couple days pass. She went back to work. Her manager sent her in the cooler for two hours.

An immediate downturn ft. a fall out of bed that took 45 minutes to fix, heavy panting, confusion, the whole lot. She went to the Express ER. They said “oh hey, your viral bronchitis has become full blown pneumonia. You’re goin’ to the Real Hospital™️ for two days. See if you respond well.” Turns out, she did, at first.

About a week or two of what seemed like solid improvement all came crashing back down when her return to work arrived. She went back to work... or tried to. She went to step onto the curb and gravity said no. She faceplanted the pavement, and the ambulance was called. A thorough concussion check later, and her manager drove her and her truck home. The next day, she went back to the Express ER, and they said “oh shit, your lung xray is worse than last time. Back to the Hospital for you.”

That stay was nine days long. She was tested for tuberculosis (which came back negative, thankfully), and had a PICC line installed. During said stay, she did get rather confused and agitated, as it was near the end of the month and the rent needed paid. She called me in the middle of the night, asking me to move her IV... despite me being at home. So that was a thing.

After she came home on the 4th of this month (December), I had to start administering her PICC line antibiotics, every 8 hours. Did y’all know that cefepime (a bigboi antibiotic) smells like someone doing unholy things to eggs? Sulfuric smelling bullshit, that. Had some hiccups there, what with massive air bubbles in the line and getting the infusion orb stuck on the line. We were supposed to be done the 25th. Then she went to her new primary care doctor, and it was extended to the 6th of January, which h.

Anyway, fast forward to the 23rd. Mum was out with a pal, getting some groceries, and some Miralax ‘cause... y’know, and she fell on her ass. At this point, falling down is like a glowing neon red flag. She came home, was a bit wobbly, but was generally okay. Her primary care doctor called after the home health nurses stole some blood to tell her that her potassium levels are critical. A friend/my ‘adopted’ brotherbeast, Frank, brought her a fuckton of bananas that night.

Now this is where it gets real fuckin’ spicy. The morning of the 24th, after we get done with the 7am orb, I gave her a dose of Miralax. She was fine, until the 3pm orb, when severe gut cramps showed up. Those lasted until about midnight when things... moved along. After that, shit went downhill fast. I put her to bed after orb times at 11 pm, and she kept waking up. As time went on, she got more and more confused. Like, she knew general things, in a kinda slow way, but she could not follow directions. On the morning of the 25th (fucking Christmas.), things had reached its boiling point. She was very confused, unable to focus, slurring words. I rang up a friend, Sandy (who has been a massive help this whole time of Fuckery), to get her to the ER. This triggered a complete meltdown. It took both of us to get her out of her chair, not to mention the sudden burst of confused crying and begging not to go.

We finally managed to get her there, and the ER’s like “yo this looks like a stroke, so we’re gonna keep her, do an MRI or three, and get back to you.” Turns out she was very dehydrated, currently has a UTI, and is still a bit... shall we say, fucked up. But, the MRI came out clean, but there was some issue with the PICC with like, a blood clot, but they cleaned it out, so they let her go on the 26th.

But just wait for it... I put her to bed pretty much as soon as she got home, ‘cause she doesn’t sleep in the hospital. Makes sense, right? I went to check on her at about 8, and she was unable to really comply with requests/commands/questions. I’d ask “what’s your name?”, I’d get her name (most of the time), but when I’d ask “when’s your birthday?”, I’d get her name again. Or the fact she lost her PICC line cap, and I’d ask her to hold the newly sterilized port so it wouldn’t touch anything, she’d say okay, take it, and immediately drop it. Repeatedly.

I broke down whilst on the phone with my dad because everything has been too much of late, and eventually put her back to bed to wait for the 11pm orb.

11pm rolled around... and well. I couldn’t get her to wake up. She’d react to me poking and prodding her by making noise and moving away, but she would not wake up. Not properly. So, I called the on call home health nurse to see if she could help, and she pretty much told me to just call an ambulance. Not wanting the expense because I live in Hell the US, I called my dad. He helped me try to wake her up over the phone, but she flat refused. I was left with no choice. So, I called the ambulance, and just before they knocked on the door, she sat up like “huh?” but extra confused. She almost didn’t go to the hospital because she said “nah, I don’t want to go” but one of the EMTs was like “nah, you gotta go.”

So, she spent about 8 hours in the ER, and they told me that they can’t keep her since she was mostly lucid, but they did float an Idea (a skilled nursing facility, at least until she got her ducks in a row) to her that was immediately denied, but with some prodding from me, she finally agreed. So they moved her upstairs from the ER to keep her until they can find a facility in the Blue Cross/Blue Shield network that’s reasonably local. The one that came to visit yesterday turned out to not be, and I’m pretty sure the dude kicked it back to the Case Supervisor to see if they can find another. But, after they moved her into her room, she’s cleared up quite a bit.

She’s still a bit slow on the uptake sometimes, a bit unfocused, and can get caught out in the grapes mentally, but she has improved a lot.

Oh, and another thing she’s been doing is fighting me re: eating since the first go around. Bread’s a texture issue, rice is hard to eat without teeth, and everything else “smells bad” (which, since she’s quit smoking as of that second hospital stay... I understand, but you gotta sometimes push past that.) I did manage bananas though. Thank fuck for those.

But, back to the plot: today (the 28th) was a decent day. Much clearer, less starts and stops in her speech. A bit more focused. She didn’t manage to sleep last night, so she was kinda tired. Had another MRI, but we won’t know about that until probably tomorrow (the 29th). Maybe. Had some PICC issues, though. The nurse got the cefepime running just fine, then mum had to use the bathroom, and when she came out, the machine started screaming bloody murder. After that, the nurse came back and tried to flush the line, since the cefepime was unable to run, and when she took the syringe off, the saline shot right back out... which ain’t supposed to happen. Hit me, the nurse, mum, the bed... probably got the windows too. So they’re working on that, and hopefully they figure it out.

Had my own woes at the hospital today, too. The sole of my boot fell off, so my ride/friend/adopted sister?, Sandy, went to walmart and got me some Heavy Duty Superglue, which I got it about half way stuck before we had to leave... then when we were pulling into the parking lot at home, the nurse in charge called to ask some questions about the PICC, the antibiotic, how long it’d been there, how long she was supposed to be on it, the pharmacy’s number, all that. So I went to get out of the car, my coke bottle fell out of my pocket, started rolling under the car, and I overextended. Fell right on my knees. They are not happy. Took a hot minute to get my dumb ass off the ground, without hurting Sandy, who is like 5′2″ and v smol. I am 5′6″ and... decidedly not. Plus the bonus rain.

UPDATE 12/29/2019: the diverticulitis has made a reappearance. It’s like everything is just It’s free real estate.

UPDATE 12/31/2019: Around 2 am this morning, she managed to roll out of bed and whack her head pretty good on something. They did a CT scan, and it came out clean. No concussion. However, now she has a sitter/keeper/minder to make sure she doesn’t do it again. It’s a good thing the nurses heard her fall, ‘cause despite being armed, the bed alarm didn’t go off. I know of all of this, ‘cause the hospital called me at 3 this morning, and boy howdy that’s a gut drop, let me tell you. But, better a CT ride and a bump on her noggin vs. the alternative. Sure is one thing after a-fucking-nother, ain’t it though.

UPDATE 1/1/2020: 2019 keep your problems challenge: she's had a major mental shift again, and now she's really groggy, really confused... So the hospital moved her to the ICU and called me for consent on a spinal tap, just to make sure they're not missing anything. Other than that, they've done x-rays and another CT, I think to check her spine, hips, the one leg she's been having issues with. The doctors also think that it may be the cefepime causing this altered mental state, and after doing some digging, boy howdy I sure believe it. Cephalosporins are some nasty fuckers.

So! That’s been my month and a half! I’d like to take a break now, please!

EDIT: Further updates found here.

#medical tw //#high stress situations tw //#mentions of blood //#honestly this is more of a log for me in a more concrete area than discord #but if anyone's interested in the Fuckening that is my life rn #have at it

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tempestaurora · 6 years ago

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Whumptober Day 3: Insomnia

this is part twelve of hydra’s not a home | read it on AO3

(note: i’m not actually doing whumptober. i just saw today’s prompt half an hour ago and had to write it before the day ended. this is no masterpiece.)

It was some time after the mess that it happened. The incident. The accident. Kurt Connors falling to his death and Peter falling, just like him, into a slump he couldn’t control. The anniversary of his disappearance was coming up, too, and despite his presence in his parents’ lives, Peter watched them slow, stop, breathing deep breaths as they tried to forget ten years of disappearance; of uncertainty and heartache.

Eventually, it was all too much.

Peter waited until the dead of night before climbing out of his bedroom window and crawling up the wall to the roof. The nondescript house on the border of Manhattan had three floors; the ground floor being the lab, the first the living area and the second the bedrooms. Three floors wasn’t nearly high enough for Peter to feel okay.

He missed the heights of skyscrapers, but maybe someone would survive the fall from his house. They wouldn’t from the rooftop Kurt Connors fell from. That had been a sickening crunch, the smacking of bones against cement, limbs snapping, blood pooling. The thought had vomit rising in Peter’s throat and he forced it back down again.

He needed to sleep but lately he’d been forgetting what that was like.

Lately, he’d been spending his nights pacing his room, trying to stop the images of a mangled body from slipping into his mind. Sometimes, the images would change. Sometimes, he’d see the men in black with guns – images he’d concocted from his experiences because no matter what he remembered, it was never of before. Never of home.

So he’d see the guns, see himself, see blood smeared across his knuckles.

He’d see death; the people he’d killed, the running tally he’d been told to drop when he hit seven and had obeyed. Now he wished he’d kept going; he wished he knew the exact number and how many times he was supposed to beg for forgiveness, because being good wasn’t settling into his bones next to his kill count. It was struggling and shifting and Peter still fought with feeling like a good person because a good person would never have killed like he did.

He forced those images from his mind and they were only replaced with his Mom. With Pepper, on her knees as the compound crumbled around them. Blood started seeping into his t-shirt, his muscles straining. Atlas, holding the world. Peter didn’t want the sky to rest on his shoulders, so he dropped it each and every time.

He couldn’t be Spiderman. He couldn’t be Peter Parker. He couldn’t be a Stark because a Stark had responsibility and at one AM on a school night he couldn’t fathom the concept.

“Peter?”

He let out a breath, and slipped down to the edge of the roof, swinging his legs over the side. Looking down, his father was leaning out Peter’s bedroom window, looking up at him.

“Hey,” Peter said.

“Would you mind not sitting on the roof?” Tony asked, his voice forcibly light. Peter hummed. “Can’t sleep again?”

“You know about that?”

“The watch,” Tony replied. “It monitors that stuff.”

“And you keep an eye on it?”

Tony quirked and eyebrow. “Of course I do. What’s keeping you up?”

Peter blew out a breath. He couldn’t see the stars thanks to all the light pollution of New York, but he didn’t mind. A clear, starless sky felt calmer; less like millions of balls of gas were exploding at this second. Just a peaceful expanse instead.

“Memories.”

“Bad ones.” It wasn’t a question.

Peter nodded. “I can’t stop seeing it all. I’m fine during the day and then I get into bed and suddenly it’s all I can think about.” Tony didn’t say anything for a few seconds so Peter continued. “I know I make light of the shit I’ve done, but it’s bad, Dad. It’s bad. I’ve done bad things and I’m not in trouble for them – no one has even slapped my wrist over this stuff. And then Connors-”

“Hey, you’re not to blame for Connors,” Tony interrupted. “You tried to save him.”

“And I failed.”

“We all fail sometimes, Pete. It’s how life works. Hell, I’ve failed before, too.”

“Oh, yeah? Like when? When has the almighty Iron Man possibly failed in his life?” Peter flopped back onto the roof, staring up at the night sky, his feet dangling over the edge.

Below him, Tony rested against the window sill. “I didn’t save Pepper.”

Peter frowned. “What? What do you mean?”

“I mean there was this terrorist called the Mandarin. He was really a guy called Aldrich Killian, and he stole Pepper. Literally. He took her, took the President, and Rhodey and I tried to save the day.”

“Did you?”

“Eh. Rhodey did. He got the President out of there. But me… I was supposed to get Pepper. But I failed. I didn’t catch her and she fell to her death.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I didn’t catch her. I failed her and since that day I’ve been watching people fall. Rhodey fell during that Walmart parking lot fight with the other Avengers, and you-”

“What about me?”

“You leap off skyscrapers, kid. You fall and you have to catch yourself every time. Just thinking about that kind of shit gives me a heart attack.”

For a moment, they fell quiet and Peter considered Tony’s words. He’d failed, once, and he was reminded of his failure again and again. Peter sat up.

“How is that supposed to be inspirational?” he asked.

“What?”

“You said you failed, but how did you fix it? How am I supposed to fix my failures?”

Tony blew out a breath. “Do better next time.”

“Next time.”

“Yeah. Next time. I’ve added manual de-fibs into Rhodey’s armour. I’ve connected an Iron Man suit to Pepper, so she can call one if she needs it. I put a parachute into your suit.”

“Into my what?” Peter looked over the edge of the roof, finding Tony looking out across the street.

“Into your nothing if you don’t come down from the roof.”

Peter cracked a smile and crawled down the wall without hesitation. When he reached his bedroom window, Tony reached out a hand to pull him through.

“Hey, you said Pepper died,” Peter said, back in his bedroom. He shut the window and frowned.

“Yeah. I mean, maybe she did. Maybe she didn’t. She fell into the fire, kid. But she’d been injected with something called Extremis – it kind of gave her superpowers. She survived the fall, got back up and kicked Killian’s ass herself. Pepper saved the day.”

Peter vaguely recalled hearing about this event before; about Pepper killing Aldrich Killian – but it felt different, hearing Tony say it. He nodded.

“I’m glad she’s alive.”

“Me, too, kid.”

Tony squeezed his shoulder before turning to the door. Peter spoke before he had a chance to stop himself.

“I still can’t sleep,” he said. “I don’t know what to do about it.”

Tony glanced back. “Well, future us can figure something out,” he said, “but tonight us- when you were little, there were two ways to get you to sleep: to drive you around the city for hours or for you to sleep in our bed.”

Peter frowned. “Which one are you offering?”

Tony shrugged, heading for the door. “I can’t be bothered to drive, kid.”

When Peter fell asleep, closer to two than one AM, he fell asleep between his parents, wrapped in their arms. He couldn’t remember sleeping in their bed before, and maybe he was too old for it now, but he was warm and safe and for the time being, his thoughts slowed to a crawl.

Peter closed his eyes and, finally, he slept.

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shutupdevvie · 3 years ago

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i fucking love this series more than life itself and it somehow gets better with every. single. update. idk how you do it.

ok so essentially friends with benefits with danny ?? and dating jake ?? and also has fucked both josh and sam ?? she living the mf dream rn. i cant get over it.

"Don't even think about it," do y'all know that tik tok sound where its like "im done with the conversation now" "sit back down" "im sat" that's me rn. i am sitting in my seat. not moving. exactly as he said.

her thinking about having sam and danny at the same time while they're all sat in the living room is fucking hilarious to me because... i am thinking about that almost constantly. we are one in the same, queen.

"Get on your knees" FOLDED. I HAVE FOLDED. IMMEDIATELY. anything for you, danny.

"Tell me how badly you need me. Tell me how much of a whore you are for my cock." i am hyperventilating actually.

"Always such a good girl for me," "Always such a brat for Jake and yet so sweet for me," him mentioning jake when he's not there is... so hot. don't ask me to explain why. but it's hot. for sure.

"Don't I always give you what you want, sweetheart?" jesus christ danny.

him fucking her against the wall in the hallway... i just fell to my knees in the walmart parking lot.

i swear to fucking god. when he stopped. to tie his hair up. i almost stopped reading. and i mean that in a good way. i didn't know if i could make it through the rest because for some reason danny tying his hair up at this exact moment was too much for me. i put my phone down. walked away. got a drink. had a real moment of contemplation before i came back to finish reading. ok sorry lets move on.

NOW HE'S BEGGING. i've gotta get out of here. i am in so much pain. thinking of danny begging. do you want me to die or something???

and him being overstimulated but needing her to come around him... this fic is deadly. i think it just might kill me.

and he bit her. fuck. fuck. fuck.

"Oh yeah? You like it when I beg?" what the fuck. very clearly daniel. very clearly.

and sam figuring them out so fast. a smart and observant king. i commend him for it actually. good work sammy !! you've figured it out !!

"Good one, princess" "I miss 'pretty girl'. Why do you insist on calling me the one pet name I don't even like?" while i do love pretty girl, i would NOT complain if sam called me princess. i would pass out most likely, but no complaints.

"That they can all have you with the knowledge that you'll always come back to me" jacob. thomas. my whole world just got flipped. one second it was danny then it flipped to sam real quick and now we're at jake. fuck this is a roller coaster.

all the fucking dialogue in this section KILLED ME. i can't even write it all out. but i'll write my absolute favorite parts.

"Show me just how you like it. Show me how you touch yourself when you're alone. I'm a fast learner, princess. Let me see you with your pretty little fingers buried inside of you and then you can have mine; how does that sound?" "I could be so good to you if you just show me how. Teach me. I'll do anything," i mean COME ON. HOW THE- i can't go on like this anymore.

and when he told her to think about him when she touches herself 👁👄👁

"I want you to give Sam what her wants. Give him his little redo. Let him participate in all of the categories that he's so convinced will make a difference. But you're forgetting something." "I didn't participate in every category either. So when you've had your fill of Sam, I want you to come running back to me. And then I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to." AND WE'RE BACK TO JAKE. WE'RE DEFINITELY BACK TO JAKE. HOLY FUCK.

"But if I ever catch you touching yourself and whispering his name, I swear to God I will make you forget every name you know other than mine, including your own" guess what she does next? definitely doesn't touch herself and call out sam's name. she would never do that lol. i don't blame her though. i would do the same !!!

Persuasion: Pt. 1 || An Indecent Proposal AU

Author's Note: This one is for the Sammy girls. Mostly. Also thank you so much for 1,200 followers!!! I love you all so much 🖤

Content Warnings: drinking, swearing, slight overstimulation, degradation, fingering, penetrative sex (18+ minors do not interact)

Category: smut

Word Count: 9k

He looked almost sad as he stood there, but still somehow no less smug than he usually was. And for a moment you wondered if he had said what he'd said when he was inside of you just to get the outcome he wanted or if he had truly meant it. Something in the way he held the cigarette up to his lips told you it was perhaps a bit of both. But with Sam, you'd probably never know for certain, cryptic as he was.

Still, sadness wasn't an expression he often wore and even though it only so much as tinged his features, never fully overtaking his face, you couldn't help but reach for him, taking the cigarette from between his lips and dropping it onto the concrete below your feet to stamp it out. And before he could protest, you threw your arms around his shoulders and pressed your lips to his, his own hands taking no time to find your waist and pull you flush against him and his own lips taking no time to move against yours, all the while his words from two days prior echoed in your mind.

"I hate being your last place."

One Week Earlier

Only two weeks had passed since your cabin excursion with the boys and in that time, you and Jake and Danny had all decided what your relationship would look like moving forward. Yours and Jake's would remain the same, of course. But you and Danny were now free to be physical whenever the mood struck. It was a friends with benefits type of situation, if the feeling between friends was a little bit more…well, feeling.

That's not to say that you and Danny had touched each other in the previous two weeks though. Because you hadn't. In fact, most of that time was spent recovering and not being touched by anyone, Jake included. They really had done a number on you.

So naturally, tensions were growing. It seemed now that every glance was pointed, every look told a story of roaming hands and skin-on-skin contact, sweat dripping and muscles tensing, all in a close mingling of bodies that was beginning to make more and more sense the longer you went without.

It wasn't just the recovery that had kept you and Danny apart though. There were nerves as well, intermixing and complicating things as they always did with the knowledge that the next time you had sex would be the first time you had done it just to be with him, removed from the whole situation you had gotten yourselves into the previous two times.

But regardless of the reason, the distance had put a palpable tension between you and Danny specifically, electrifying the air taking up the space separating you. And maybe everyone else could feel it too; you knew Jake certainly could. He seemed to be keeping his distance knowing you needed to, in some sense, get the ‘first time’ out of the way to be more at ease. You only hoped the other two were a little less aware of what was going on. It wasn’t an arrangement you had yet shared with Josh and Sam and you were quickly running out of ability for discretion.

That was the agony you now found yourself in as you plopped down on one end of Danny's L-shaped couch in his living room, Sam sinking into the cushions on the adjacent end and Danny opting for a seat even further away on the other side of Sam, as if teasing you with the space between.

The twins were busy with an interview but Danny and Sam were free so you had decided to hang out and watch some movies, not an uncommon occurrence for the three of you, although it felt entirely different now, especially given the fact that you could hardly peel your eyes off of the drummer sitting much too far away and the hard lines gracing his body. He was like marble, sitting heavy against the cushion, his chest rising and falling silently though you longed to watch it heave beneath your fingertips.

You certainly weren't paying attention to the commentary between Sam and Danny as the movie played on. The only images flashing in your mind were those of Danny with his hands on you, strong and skilled as they were, rendering you incoherent as his cock filled you and stretched you and ruined you.

Fuck you needed some relief.

As Sam stood from the couch to refresh his drink, abruptly pulling you from the fantasy playing out behind your eyes, much more entertaining than whatever was unfolding on the tv before you, you uncrossed your legs, preparing to stand and excuse yourself to the bathroom for even an ounce of release. But Danny’s eyes instantly met yours as a mean smirk crossed his face.

"Don't even think about it," he said in a low voice, loud enough for only you to hear as his eyes gave you a knowing look, much to your frustration.

You eyed him in an unappreciative way in response but nonetheless did as you were told and relaxed back into the couch, re-crossing your legs and squeezing your thighs together, searching for any type of inconspicuous relief to the pool building between your legs and the heat scorching your body. It was amusing Danny, that much was certain based on the look in his eyes as he watched on, but you were past the point of shame.

And it was all you could do to keep yourself from straddling Danny right in front of Sam as he plopped back down onto the couch and the movie played on. Although, in all honesty, you had entertained the idea of throwing caution to the wind in that moment and letting Sammy partake in whatever it was you wanted Danny to do to you, the idea of having both of them at once. But you would never admit that out loud. And you would certainly never act on it either.

So you promised yourself that the second Sam left, you would put an end to the distance between you and Danny. And to your surprise, Sammy didn't stick around long after the movie ended, saying he needed to take his dog for a walk so he would see you both later. It felt like an unnaturally swift exit for the lanky bass player but you weren't complaining because the moment you heard the front door shut and the tires of the tesla sitting outside roll across the gravel, you were shuffling to your feet to make good on your silent promise.

That was, until Danny stopped you with four little words.

"Get on your knees,” he said as he spread his legs dangerously on the couch, revealing his growing erection through his dark gray sweatpants.

It was a demand you couldn’t refuse and as you sank down onto your knees in front of where you had just been sitting, his eyes seemingly turned a shade darker.

“Crawl to me," he instructed, licking his lips as he watched you, heart now beating faster and breath now coming quicker, place your hands against the floor and crawl to him, until you sat back on your heels in the space between his legs.

It was a good view as you looked up at him, waiting patiently for him to let you touch him the way you so desperately wanted to, his hair falling over his shoulder in loose, curly tendrils and the veins in his wrists and hands giving away the fast beat of his heart as the anticipation began to close in around you both, thankful that Sam had done you both a favor and made his exit so soon.

You had been soaking through your panties the moment you'd seen Danny earlier that day and every second since then had gotten you wetter and wetter, knowing the thick tension separating you was about to snap and someone was about to act on it and close the distance.

And thank God Danny was finally closing the distance.

Danny leaned forward toward where you sat between his legs on the floor, his layered necklaces dangling out in front of his chest as he took your chin in his fingers and angled your head up further so you could look him in the eyes.

“Tell me how badly you need me. Tell me how much of a whore you are for my cock.”

Your lips parted as you released the breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding in, waiting for him to address you or even just touch you in the way you wanted him to.

"I'm such a whore for your cock, Danny. I think about it all the time. I need it all the time." No surprise to either of you, your response came out whiny and desperate. But it was only a taste of the arousal you felt burning through your body. It was a mere fraction of the desperation you felt fully encompassing you, a fragment of the ache that pulsed around you and had you leaning into his touch, insignificant as it was.

"Always such a good girl for me," he remarked, his eyes now hanging on your lips like he was studying your face and talking to himself, just before he pushed a thumb between your parted lips and pressed it against your tongue.

You closed your eyes as you let your lips suction around the digit, your tongue swirling around it and imagining it was his cock you were tasting instead. And suddenly a sound you hardly recognized as your own was vibrating up through you as you groaned around his thumb, just before he removed it from your mouth with a gentle 'pop'.

"Always such a brat for Jake and yet so sweet for me," he continued, and you felt flames lick up into your cheeks at the mention of your boyfriend’s name.

It wasn't that long ago that you had Jake behind you and Danny in front of you. Although it was possibly too long ago considering how your hips searched for relief just at the thought of it, the reminder of what they had done to you.

"Please, Danny, I need you. I need your cock so badly," you begged him as your hands flew to his knees just to touch him, to feel him.

"Don't I always give you what you want, sweetheart?" Danny asked, still holding your chin, and as you gave him a feeble nod with hooded eyes and breathless lungs, he leaned down further and connected his mouth to yours in a searing kiss, one that seemed to practically brand you.

It somehow felt better than you had remembered, tasting him, smelling him as if he were all around you. No, it hadn't been that long since you had been with Danny. And yet, with the change in circumstance and the absence of listening ears, you cut through the usual sensations and found something different there, something that scorched just a bit hotter. Danny must have felt it too because in an instant, all distance was repelled from between you and suddenly Danny was pressing into you as if his life depended on it.

It was an entanglement of limbs and a flurry of hands as Danny lifted you from the ground and wasted no time walking you backwards to his bedroom, shedding your clothing and his along the way without ever letting his lips leave yours.

As your hands worked to lift his shirt above his head, his own worked on your jeans first, helping you stumble out of them once his shirt had been discarded and forgotten on the floor. You worked on his sweatpants and boxers next as his tongue pushed its way into your mouth, disrupting your focus but making the task at hand all the more vital.

You made it to the hallway just outside of his bedroom by the time you were both fully undressed, but he stopped to lift you again and backed you up against the wall of the dimly lit hall, guiding himself into you with one quick thrust, slamming your hips and shoulders into the wall as he bottomed out.

It made you gasp, the feeling of his thick cock finally being seated where you wanted it, even though it had only been two short weeks since you had had it last. It didn't diminish how good he felt, how good he always felt, no matter the length of time that went between.

It was only one thrust as he held you there against the wall, his hands supporting your ass but never letting you so much as lift a centimeter off his dick, and yet you felt completely and utterly out of breath at the sensation. It was undeniable how different it felt. He felt like so much more somehow, like removed from the challenge of trying to be best or trying to impress you, it was just him close to you.

It felt right.

You peered down at him, meeting his eyes, breath matching his as you both struggled to find enough oxygen in the room, having practically depleted all of it with your activities, short as they had been thus far, and you let your forehead fall against his, your eyes drifting closed as you focused on the feeling of it, of Danny around you and inside of you and everywhere all at once.

"I haven't had a single pure thought about you since the first time I was inside of you," he whispered in the quiet that had overtaken the moment, save for the sound of labored breathing and a barely tangible moan easing from your lips as he shuffled his hands upward to your hips, inadvertently sinking you impossibly further down onto his cock.

There, pressed against the wall with Danny filling every inch of you, your breaths mingling together the way you had imagined so many times, you found a different type of intimacy than had existed between the two of you previously. You loved his dirty words, of course. You loved his roughness, his authority in the bedroom. But more than anything, you loved being close to him.

He pushed away from the wall and continued the short journey to his bedroom and when you finally landed on the mattress, Danny pulled out of you with a hitch of his breath and sank back onto his heels, using your thighs as a grip to pull you closer to him and simultaneously spread your legs apart.

He gazed down at you with a much softer look than had adorned his features earlier when the tension in the room had hinted at a much different type of afternoon unfolding between you. He looked at you now with something almost like awe, as if he were intent on memorizing every last inch of the person that lay there before him, the only god he'd ever known and there, splayed out in front of him to worship.

You watched as his eyes raked down your form, all the while he lazily pulled the hair tie from his finger and began mounting his mess of curls atop his head in a bun, content to take his time with you, as he always was. And you knew he was about to dive between your legs and sing a hymn with his tongue but despite how much you wanted him to, you stopped him. There was something you wanted much more: to feel him close the way you had in the hallway, to hold him, to make him feel good.

"Wait, Danny. Let me ride you," you all but begged. It was really a plea, the way it had come out, the way it sounded as it hung in the air, desperate and a bit whiny but clearly still inviting as a soft, easy smile touched his lips.

Leaning down to hover over your body, he pressed his lips to yours, letting you take advantage of his position to flip you both over so you now sat straddling his lap. As you broke the kiss to sit up straight, his eyes followed you, watching you and observing, taking you in as if you were the only other person in the world. With a hand under his chin, you guided him upward into a sitting position along with you, all the while lifting your hips and using your freehand to take his length and guide him into you.

Your lips once again met his as you pushed him past your entrance and dropped down onto him, a chorus of moans from each of you breaking the silence of the room as the sensation sent fire rolling through every last one of your nerve endings, already threatening to pull you under.

You kept your lips on his as you began to ride him, slowly at first, then building into a more steady rhythm with the movements of your hips. You could feel his hands roaming over your body, never staying in one place for too long as he searched for every inch of your skin, every expanse of smoothness that had gone untouched, every part of you that could bring you closer to him.

Your own hands found his hair, tangling into the messiness of his bun and pulling a little less than gently, earning a groan from the drummer still at the mercy of your hips, moving faster now as you clenched around him, gripping his cock with each downward thrust.

When he pulled his mouth away to look up at you, his eyes appeared somewhat glazed over, like his focus was entirely gone and the only thing he knew in that moment was the pleasure you were giving him. But he found his words with a whisper that dripped off his tongue heavy and desperate.

"Ride me faster, sweetheart, please. I need to feel how much you've missed me."

You realized you had never seen him this way before; you'd never seen him relent control. You'd always been at the mercy of his touch, of his body. But now as he sat beneath you, he gave himself over to you and it was clear just how quickly his control was flying out the window.

So you heeded his request, reaching out to grip the headboard behind him and wrapping an arm around his strong shoulders so you could bounce faster on him. And this time he used his hands on your hips to guide you and work you into the pace he needed and fuck if it wasn't a bruising one at that.

Your grip on his shoulders tightened as you let out a low "fuck" before you quickly brought your mouth back to his, wanting to taste the pleasure on his tongue.

He was in a state of near constant moaning, the sounds swallowed by your mouth as your tongue darted between his lips and his cock now brushed against your cervix with every thrust.

"Jesus, Danny, you feel so good," you practically sobbed as you tore your mouth away from his at a particularly well-angled thrust.

His breath came ragged beneath you, labored and strained like he was barely holding on, and yet he still urged you on.

"Har-harder, sweetheart-fuck-please," he begged, losing his concentration momentarily before bringing his focus back to you.

"Shit," you mumbled, his request sending another flare of searing hot pleasure through you as you pushed him onto his back to roll your hips into his at a better angle, heeding his request to fuck him harder.

In a quick motion, his hand shot toward the headboard to find a firm grip, as if it were the only thing keeping him tethered as every muscle in his arms and neck and shoulders flexed.

Leaning up to kiss you, you felt his grasp slipping away, you could practically taste his impending orgasm on his tongue, a taste that pushed your own pleasure forward as you rode him relentlessly. And when his head fell away from you, breaking the kiss, you watched as his eyes glazed over and rolled back slightly as he mouthed a breathless "fuck".

"I want to watch you come for me," you whispered, knowing he was painfully close and that watching him come was the only scene you wanted to watch play out. But he shook his head.

"N-not before you do," he choked out, undoubtedly trying to hide the fact that he was mere seconds away from snapping in half completely.

So you worked your hips into a threateningly faster rhythm, one that you knew would make it impossible for him to hold on much longer and one that you knew would also get you dangerously close.

"Come for me, Danny, please. I want you to," you tried again, and as you rolled your hips into his harder, you felt his cock twitch inside of you, giving him away more than the defiant shaking of his head that only ceased when his hand moved to grip the pillow near his head and his chin jutted forward as his head fell back and all of the muscles in his body flexed once again. And then he was gone, with a slew of expletives, sweat coating his skin, and a bruising hold with one hand on your thigh.

"Fuck, y/n!" he cried out at the peak of his high and you were happy to work him through it. Because jesus, he looked beautiful in an unholy way, completely fucked out and exhausted and unable to tread water as the waves of bliss pulled him under into a sea of warmth.

You were close just watching him writhe beneath you, but nonetheless, you began to slow your hips to give him a reprieve. Only he stopped you with both hands suddenly flying to your hips and forcing your movements to continue.

"No, keep going," he said breathlessly, trying not to make a face as you pulsed and clenched around his now over-sensitive cock. "I need to feel you finish around me."

With that, he leaned up and bit into your shoulder, seemingly grounding himself while you overstimulated him, but still lifting you up and down on his cock. He began meeting your own movements with his, lifting his hips each time yours came down and letting the head of his cock abuse your g-spot as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"Oh my god, Danny-" You were so painfully close, clinging to him as he took over and railed you from beneath. And as he bit down harder, threatening to break skin, the wave of pain emanating from your shoulder was enough to give you one final push over the edge, falling into him as you came hard on his cock, his name like a prayer on your lips.

He worked you through your own orgasm now, despite the fact that he was nearly wiped out of all energy himself. But finally you collapsed on top of him, your thighs shaking with each aftershock, trembling from a combination of lingering pleasure and exertion.

You each fought to catch your breath, chests sticking to one another in the aftermath and silence once again filling the room before Danny spoke.

"I'm sorry," he started, the fatigue palpable in his voice. "That wasn't what we usually do."

But you just shook your head against his chest, huffing out a heavy chuckle. "I'm not sure we really have a 'usual' yet. And anyway, you're versatile. I like that."

He lifted his head to look at you with amusement and you met his gaze, resting your chin against his chest. "Oh yeah? You like it when I beg?"

A smile crossed your face at the not-so-distant memory of it. It wasn't something you had even known you wanted until you heard the pleas fall from his lips. But it was certainly not something you'd be able to go without now.

"You begging might be one of the prettiest sounds I've ever heard," you admitted.

He gave you a smile back. "I'll remember that," he mused before dropping his head back into the pillow and letting you roll off his chest, tucking yourself neatly into the crook of his arm where the warmth of his company and the steam of closeness in the air comforted you.

As silence settled over the room and you relaxed into his body, you suddenly thought back to Sam's swift exit earlier in the day. Of course, having known Sam for years, it was hard to imagine that if he had connected the dots so quickly, he wouldn't have given you each a hard time, never one to miss an opportunity to put his big mouth to work. Even so, the thought had already crossed your mind and now you found yourself stuck on it.

"You don't think Sam suspected anything, do you?" you asked with your face pressed into Danny's side. "He usually lingers."

Danny breathed out a heavy sigh, almost reluctantly. "Well, if anyone could figure it out, it would be Sam. So we may want to be a bit more discreet about this until we tell him."

"Maybe I'll just have to make eyes at all of you. Throw him off."

Danny laughed lightly then, a mischievous sound that had you looking up at his face to see what was so funny. "Yeah maybe we'll get lucky and he caught all of the glances you were giving him too."

A rosy tint instantly crept into your cheeks at his words. You had not been giving Sam glances.

Well, not many. Not intentionally, anway.

"I was not giving him glances," you lied, resisting the urge to bury your face into the crook of his arm as he continued his teasing.

"Uh-huh, so the thought of the three of us there together, doing a little more than just watching a movie, that didn't cross your mind at all?"

If your face hadn't been red before, it certainly was now at the thought of Danny having read your mind so thoroughly, through only glances exchanged in silence and legs crossed one over the other. He was getting a little too good at reading you.

"I think you misread my glances," you offered him instead, not ready to own up to anything even though he had not, in fact, totally misread your glances.

But nonetheless he nodded, content to let you have it your way as he leaned his head back again and let his eyes close, the smile on his face never waning as he gave you a quiet and less-than-contemplated "okay". And perhaps you should have let it go and resigned with some semblance of dignity but you pressed him further, as if he had been wrong the entire time, even though he hadn't been.

"Why, is that something that crossed your mind? Are you projecting, Mr. Wagner?"

Danny's eyes suddenly flew open and with newfound energy, he flipped you onto your back and moved to hover over you, his fingers threatening to tickle your sides, the place he knew would make you squeal and thrash about until he relented.

"Like you said," he started with a dangerously playful smile, just before he launched his attack on your ticklish spots. "I'm versatile."

—

Only a few days later, you found yourself walking into a racket in Jake's house, the four boys arguing over riffs being played all the while bottles of whiskey and whiteclaws were being emptied, a fairly typical evening in any one of their houses though you usually made yourself scarce during their writing sessions, not wanting to interfere. Still, most of your belongings were stowed away at Jake's house so you ventured in, trying not to disturb the flow of whatever they had going on in the living room.

Jake was the first to see you appear in the doorway, lightly tiptoeing your way past the living room and jumping from his seat to wrap his arms around you.

"I'm sorry, I was trying not to interrupt," you said before he pulled you into him and planted his mouth on yours.

"You could never interrupt, baby," he said with a smile as he drew back.

And then from somewhere behind him, Josh spoke up. "You should join us, mama! You can settle an argument."

"Oh don't drag her into this; she's not going to be on your side," Danny piped up from the corner of the living room behind the kit he had assembled there earlier in the week.

Jake circled his arms around your waist, drawing your attention back to him. "You could settle an argument or you could get really drunk with us and watch Josh and I get into a fight."

You couldn't help but laugh at his otherwise sunny disposition despite the fact that he more than likely was ready to swing on his older brother.

"Okay a couple of drinks but then I really need a shower," you promised.

Jake agreed with a kiss to your forehead and disappeared into the kitchen to get you a drink while you found a seat in the living room from where you could quietly observe as magic happened. Or, more likely, fighting ensued.

But as you sat down in the corner of Jake's couch, a view of each boy as they laughed and talked about whatever they had been talking about when you had entered, your eyes flitted up to Sam's momentarily, giving him a light smile as a 'hi'. And what you found there when his eyes met yours was a smirk, more devious than usual, and a spark in his eye that seemed to know something.

And you could guess what that something was as his eyes darted over to Danny and then back to you.

When Jake returned with a glass of wine to occupy your hands, the playing resumed and you found yourself hardly sipping on your drink while an argument between Jake and Josh escalated, unable to shake off the look Sam had given you. It wasn't like him to keep secrets so it was more than likely that Josh also knew, though if he did he certainly didn't make it obvious. You wondered then if Jake knew that Sam knew. Maybe they had all discussed it while you weren't there. But surely that wasn't a conversation they would have without you, right?

Not that it really mattered if Sam and Josh knew about your arrangement with their other halves. They would find out eventually. It just wasn't exactly the way you had hoped they would find out. And Sam finding out first seemed like an open invitation for relentless innuendo and questions of "Well if you can fuck Danny, why can't you fuck me too?" Questions you weren't ready to answer, blurry lines you weren't ready to make all the more blurry.

"You okay? You've hardly touched your drink." It was Jake's voice that abruptly put an end to the flurry of thoughts spinning in your head and you hadn't even realized until Jake spoke up that you were sitting there thoughtfully spinning your wine glass between two fingers, losing yourself in the swirl of the red liquid that seemed to mimic the swirl of questions running circles in your mind.

"She's probably just fantasizing about me right now, aren't you, princess?" Sam was directing his words to you but it was Danny who responded.

"In your dreams, Mr. Didn't Even Place."

Part of you wondered if it was a possessive retort at the idea of you thinking about Sammy that way, although his comments from a few days prior didn't seem to lend themselves to jealousy on his part. You knew he liked being in control though. Something he and Jake had in common. It was a wonder this arrangement had found such an easy agreement.

"We all know I wasn't given a very fair chance, Daniel," Sam spit back as you rose to your feet, hoping to avoid Sam saying anything further and giving you and Jake and Danny away, in case there was anything to still be given away.

"I'm fine, I'm just not in the mood for wine. Gonna go get something different," you lied as you made your way into the kitchen. Well, it wasn't exactly a lie. You could use something a bit easier to chug if Sam was about to burst forth with some wholly inappropriate comment.

There was more muffled arguing resonating from the living room. You could hear Jake and Josh now hurling teases at Sam as you dumped your wine out and grabbed a hard seltzer instead, popping the tab and chugging a good amount before giving yourself a break from the bubbles. And with a flippant noise coming from behind you as Sam flipped his brothers off both physically and vocally, he wandered into the kitchen after you.

He said nothing as you turned to face him, simply standing there with his arms folded over his chest and that same damn smirk tugging at his lips, the one he almost always wore but with a hint of something more devious, something that said he was a second away from doing something bold. And you had to admit, you didn't hate it. It was a look he wore well, the fucker.

You chugged the rest of the can in your hand all the while keeping your eyes on his until the last drops poured into your mouth and you set it down on the counter next to you. But still he said nothing. So you decided you would start.

"You'd better stop giving me that look or your face might permanently freeze that way."

He seemed simultaneously amused and unimpressed when he gave you a not so thrilled, "Good one, princess."

You shot him an eye roll, deciding to approach a different way. "I miss 'pretty girl'. Why do you insist on calling me the one pet name I don't even like?"

His smile grew for a moment before he took several slow steps to you, closer and closer, until he was only a foot away from you.

"Probably because I get such a strong reaction every time I use it," he mused, setting heat flaring through your face at the thought of where you had been when he had used the name a couple of weeks prior. "You're so big on statistics apparently; that math should check out for you," he finished, looking quite satisfied with himself. Mostly thanks to the reaction he was getting from you that you were apparently incapable of hiding. But still you tried to play it off.

"Oh just say whatever it is you want to say so desperately and put me out of my misery, please? I can't take these cryptic glances anymore; they're making me nervous."

"So I make you nervous?"

"No, that's not what I meant-"

"Oh come one, you're no fun anymore." He seemed slightly exasperated now, the way he had been in the hot tub at the cabin when you wouldn't play along with his musings. Like a child who was upset they weren't getting their way.

Nevertheless you huffed an exasperated laugh at the idea that you weren't fun. You'd given them each plenty of fun from your point of view.

"I'd say we just had a whole week of fun," you said furrowing your brows as if he wasn't making any sense.

And then, before speaking again, he looked you up and down once, letting his eyes trail over practically every inch of your body before bringing them back to meet yours. "Yeah but some of us are having more fun than others, aren't they?"

Shit.

It was unlikely that he would be quick to move on past that revelation though you hoped he didn't make everyone too miserable while he still fixated on it. But even though you were slightly worried of when he might blurt this out, you had to admit, you were intrigued to see how it would play out. You and Sammy were close, tending to have far too much fun together. And he was going to have fun with this, that much was obvious.

Hardly moving from where he stood before you, he reached into the fridge, grabbed another can, and popped open the tab, holding it between your bodies mere inches away now, before adding with a wink, "Statistics, princess."

"Are you harassing my girlfriend?" Jake entered the kitchen loudly, his Oliver Reed persona practically entering first and hardly even managing to move Sam even an inch away from you, his eyes still on yours as you slipped out from behind him.

"Even worse, he's talking about math," you winked back at Sam, collecting yourself all at once and giving him a kiss on the cheek before taking the can from his hand and finding your way back into Jake's arms, a safety net keeping his brother from making too bold a choice.

Jake was far more tipsy than you were but you knew he was taking note of Sam's flirting and the myriad of glances being exchanged endlessly around every room you entered. And he seemed to take a slightly possessive hold around your waist as he gave his brother a look before dipping his head down to capture your lips in a heated kiss which you knew was meant to be a power display. So you couldn't help but smile against his mouth when Sam grumbled, "Jesus, just get a room," as Jake's hand tangled into your hair and pulled slightly.

"I think you ruined his fun," you whispered with a smile as Sam retreated from the kitchen and you heard riffs from a bass coming from the living room.

"That's what I'm best at," Jake smiled back as he pecked you on the lips then on the nose, followed by each cheek as you began to giggle.

"Is he making you uncomfortable?" he asked, his playfulness being set aside for genuine concern.

"No, he's not making me uncomfortable," you reassured him with a kiss to his nose now.

He smiled before his demeanor changed once again. "If I have to hear about those damn categories one more time though…" he said, moving his assault to your neck as his lips, plush and pink and skilled, trailed over the side of your neck, light enough to raise goosebumps on your skin.

"I thought you were up for the challenge," you teased back, trying to hide your growing arousal with his brothers and Danny so close by. Probably silly given the activities that had recently taken place. But still.

"I'm not saying I blame him," Jake corrected, backing you up slightly so you could lean against the island in the center of the kitchen as he continued marking your neck, nipping lightly now and making it difficult for you to form any coherent thought. "But still, he is annoying, trying to steal my girl away."

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lungs at Jake's insult to his brother, especially because of the challenge that had gotten you into this situation in the first place.

"Well that's hardly fair. I mean, you have set the precedent." It was cheeky, if not a little unfair. But Jake handled being challenged well. He thrived on it, the ability to assert himself as the authority in a situation. That much was clear based on previous experience of a similar sort. And this was certainly no different.

He drew back but let his hands cling to your waist, pulling you into him with almost bruising force as his eyes turned darker.

"I've set exactly the precedent I meant to," he said through a half smirk as if he were reprimanding you for even suggesting that this whole situation had gotten away from him. You knew it hadn't and he knew it hadn't. But he was just too much fun to tease.

"Oh yeah? And what precedent is that? That they can all have me whenever they want?"

There was a dangerous look on his face as he moved his lips close to the shell of your ear to whisper. "That they can all have you with the knowledge that you'll always come back to me."

It sent a tingle down your spine and a rush of heat flooding through your stomach, the thought that Jake did all of this just for the knowledge that at the end of the day, it was still him that you wanted, that you needed. And it was certainly him that you needed in that moment as you clenched your thighs together, desperate not to let him know he had won even though he likely did.

"I think it's time for a shower," you whispered back as you turned your head to face him and eye him closely. And he did the same to you but only briefly before releasing you from his hold.

"Better make it cold, baby."

—

Stepping out of the shower, your body chilled from the icy water that hadn't so much as steamed up a single mirror in the bathroom, you quickly threw on your robe, listening to the incessant bickering playing out above the music still flowing from the living room, a soundtrack that had become quite relaxing over the time you had known the boys.

You'd resisted the urge to touch yourself in the shower despite needing some relief, opting instead to let the cold water calm your body and relax you in a different way. But still your mind traveled to Sam and his knowing flirtations. And then to Jake and his innate control over the whole thing. These boys were determined to wreck you, it seemed.

And you weren't totally sure you minded. It was a unique situation, certainly. One you'd never imagined finding yourself in. But the longer you were in it, the more you grew accustomed, though you questioned its sustainability. It was wholly indecent, after all.

So when the knock on the door came as you fiddled around through a makeup bag you had left at Jake's place, you weren't so surprised, figuring it was Jake coming in to make you work for forgiveness for what you had suggested in the kitchen. Or even Danny, coming in to test how discreet you really could be. But when you turned toward the door and realized it was neither, your hands quickly ceased their digging and your breath instantly hitched in your throat.

It was Sam standing against the door now closed behind him, his head already doing a shaking motion as if he were about to reprimand you. And suddenly the heat that had evaporated from your body thanks to your icy shower was back, flowing through your veins and thawing you much too quickly.

"You let Danny just take, take, take. What about Josh and I? Doesn’t seem very fair," he started.

You were somewhat speechless though you knew he was bound to call blatant attention to it sooner or later. Perhaps you thought it would be more like later. But if he was going to be so forward, you were going to make him work for it.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Yes you do. You know I saw you two making eyes at each other the other night when you thought I wasn't paying attention. I don't think anyone followed that movie." He said 'anyone' rather pointedly, referencing himself no doubt, something you certainly hadn't been aware of that day.

You turned fully toward him and crossed your arms over your chest. This was not a game you should have been indulging in. But it was perhaps just a little too enticing to not.

"Well, he does have a few wins under his belt."

Was it fair to throw it back in Sam's face that he was the only one not to win? No, it certainly wasn't. Especially not when he had been making it so painfully obvious over the past couple of weeks that he didn't get to participate in all of the categories.

"You don't think I could make you happy?" he asked, softer than his usual playful voice, creating a velvet sound that went straight to your head and practically made you dizzy in anticipation of what he was going to do next as he took a step closer to you.

On second thought, maybe it was him who was planning on making you work for it.

You were hardly even aware of his movements until he stopped mere inches away from you, motioning for you to turn to face the mirror as he moved to stand behind you, just as close without ever touching you.

You watched him carefully in the mirror as he leaned his face toward your ear to speak again, eyeing you back in the mirror the entire time.

"You don't think I could learn your body like the back of my hand?"

With a hand, he brushed the hair off your shoulder to let it drop behind your back, exposing the side of your neck to him, although he still never touched you. It reminded you of the first challenge when Jake had made you ask him to touch you. Only this wasn't technically part of any challenge and it felt all the more sinful because of it.

"You don't think all the years I've been playing bass has made me good with my fingers too?"

You had to steady yourself with your hands against the countertop to keep from tipping over, your lungs struggling to even out your breathing as your skin practically burned with the proximity of his body but lack of contact.

And finally, after a long silence on your part save your not so quiet breathing, he touched you, but not in the way you were expecting him to. Slowly he moved his hand to hover over yours gripping the edge of the counter, gently guiding your palm up to your throat and placing it there, resting his hand firmly on top of yours. Then, with the grip of his fingers, he dragged your hand downward, trailing it down your body, through the valley between your breasts and over your stomach until your own fingers reached your pussy. You sighed at the slight touch through the fabric of the robe, falling back slightly into Sam's chest as your eyes fluttered closed and he moved his grip to your wrist, guiding your hand through the opening of your robe so you could touch yourself, taking care to make sure it was never his fingers you were feeling on your bare skin, only your own.

You couldn't help the whimper that escaped your mouth as you ran your fingers up through your folds, guided by his hand over your wrist.

"Fuck, that was such a pretty sound. Let's see if you can make it again," he whispered.

Your mind went completely blank and suddenly you weren't thinking of anything other than Sam as you touched yourself for him. With him.

“You know how much I hate that pet name,” you breathed out, hardly even paying attention to the meaning behind his words but still trying to keep up any sense of self enough to show him he wasn't having the effect he thought he was, even though it was obvious to you both that you were aching for him in that moment.

And it didn't help when you leaned into him, turning your face toward his to feel his breath on you as your eyes screwed tightly shut, fully betraying your words and confirming the suspicions he had raised in the kitchen. Something about strong reactions.

“So convincing,” he mused, keeping your jaw in place with a strong hand, forcing you not to turn away from him.

You all but gave him a definitive answer when a shameless moan escaped you as he guided your fingers into you. They weren't as long as his, and probably not as skilled, but the fact alone that it was him guiding your hand was enough to force all of the breath from your lungs as your face fell against his chest, the cool metal of one of his necklaces practically steaming against your hot cheek.

"I could be so good to you if you just show me how. Teach me. I'll do anything," he continued in an unfair whisper.

Your lips parted as you sucked in a breath and you felt the faint touch of his lips as they grazed over yours, magnetizing you to him as if he was about to connect them. Only he didn't. His lips simply ghosted over yours as his hand previously crossing your body to hold your jaw reached up to grip your hair and pull your head back slightly. And as you opened your eyes to meet his, you could tell what he was going to do. You could tell he was going to press his mouth firmly against yours. And your mouth watered for him.

But it was only a second before his lips finally touched yours when a sound at the door startled you, as if someone had turned the handle and entered, only there wasn't anyone there.

You quickly moved away from Sam, breathing heavily and unsure of what to do, unsure of who had seen. But he didn't seem particularly phased.

He had a serious look on his face as he turned to leave, silent and thoughtful it seemed, a look that hinted at a mourning for what might have happened if the noise hadn't woken you from your dreamlike state. But when he turned with his hand resting on the door handle, the look turned darker, more dangerous, precluding the indecent words about to fall from his mouth.

"I want you to do me a favor. The next time you find yourself alone, in bed, with your hands between your legs, absolutely dripping in need, I want you to touch that sweet little clit of yours and think of me. And then tell me how long you lasted."

And then he was out the door.

Fuck.

—

Actions have consequences, that was all you could think as you quickly dressed in silence in Jake’s bedroom. Actions have consequences. And the actions in the bathroom just moments ago were sure to have consequences, varying depending on who had seen.

So your face was already hot with nerves when Jake entered the room, shutting the door behind him. And as you turned to face him, the look he gave you said it all.

"Care to tell me what just happened between you and my brother?"

It was partially relief knowing it had been Jake that had seen and not Josh, but mostly nerves at the realization that he had seen. Actually, both feelings were quite heavily outweighed by one which triumphed over them all. Guilt.

You wanted Sammy to touch you. Not the way you wanted Danny and certainly not the way you wanted Jake. But here you were once again, making it painfully obvious that you were lusting after your boyfriend’s bandmates. After his brother. And in a situation where it hadn’t exactly been agreed upon, no less.

"I'm so sorry, Jake, I don't know what happened-" you started into your apology but quickly stopped in your tracks. Jake didn’t actually look upset, now that you were paying more attention. In fact, he was wearing the look he had adorned the night he caught you just out of the shower dressed in red for Danny. Intrigue? Amusement? Perhaps both? Anger mixing with arousal in a dangerous concoction that typically provoked indecent proposals on his behalf.

Whatever the exact emotion fueling it, you recognized it. It was a look you had quickly become familiar with during a week-long stay in a cabin with the four boys. And suddenly your apology died on your tongue along with your guilt and your nerves as Jake, your ever understanding boyfriend, crossed the room to where you stood and took your chin into his hand, a soft smile replacing his previous look, softening the expression in his eyes.

His fingers danced up to your hair, still wet from your shower, and tucked a strand behind your ear, letting his thumb gently swipe down along your cheek in a reassuring gesture, one that confirmed your suspicions that he wasn’t angry.

And then, just as quickly as his gaze had softened, his eyes turned darker and the Jake you had known from not long ago was back, tightening his grip on your chin as he held you there, your eyes locked on him.

"I think you've gotten a little too used to getting what you want, is what I think. Everybody wants you and now you can't even say no."

This was interest. It was intent. And you could play along.

"What do you want me to do, Jakey?" you asked in a faux innocent voice, batting your eyelashes up at the guitarist still holding your chin firmly in his grasp.

"I want you to give Sam what he wants. Give him his little redo. Let him participate in all of the categories that he's so convinced will make a difference. But you’re forgetting something.”

You lifted your chin slightly in confusion, unsure of what he was referring to when he quickly jogged your memory.

“I didn’t participate in each category either. So when you’ve had your fill of Sam, I want you to come running back to me. And then I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to.”

There was no breath left to escape you, no heat that hadn't soaked into your skin as his words sank into your mind and began to make sense. Only he wasn't quite done.

"But if I ever catch you touching yourself and whispering his name, I swear to God I will make you forget every name you know other than mine, including your own."

The rest of the night was uneventful after he vacated the bedroom to let you finish dressing and turn in for the night as he continued on with his writing session with three boys not too far away.

And in Jake’s absence, as you settled into his bed alone, music coming to life softly in the background and practically lulling you to sleep, your mind couldn’t help but wander over to the thought of Sam’s hands ghosting over your skin, doing their best of making you want him to an infuriating degree.

Then naturally, you thought back on his words, his ask of you, to touch yourself and think of him.

You had most often touched yourself and thought of Jake before you were dating. After, on the occasions that Jake wasn’t around to take care of you and you let your mind wander, it was Danny who filled your thoughts. There had only been one night you had thought of Sam with your hands between your legs, the night of the wedding after he had long since run off with the girl from whom he was dying for attention and you had gone home alone.

But tonight you found yourself thinking about him again, already wet at the thought of him as you snaked your hand downward and let your fingers lick up through your folds, using the moisture to draw circles around your clit. You imagined it was Sam’s hands, imagined it was his movements instead of your own, playing with you like the seafoam green instrument he plucked with such ease.

And it didn’t take long before your back was arching off the mattress and your lips were calling out for him.

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