#like. from when we drove to the er and when they moved me back to my room after surgery it all took like 22hrs total

[kayvsworld]

i always forget i have Healthcare System Anxiety until i have to interact with The Healthcare System and immediately just start screaming internally for days

[skenpiel]

What surgery did you have?

appendix be gone

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 17

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

“You’re leaving me?” Your mom whines. 

“Sorry, Holly, they need to keep you overnight for observation,” Steve crosses his arms. 

“But... you could stay?” 

“What about her?” He asks, nodding over his shoulder as you sit on the bench against the wall, head down as you grip the boxes of pills. You haven’t said much since she woke up, you just stayed out of her way. She only wanted to talk to him anyhow. 

“She can drive,” she pouts. 

“I drove her here and I’m sorry, but I can’t stay. I have stuff to do. We’ve been here all day and I didn’t exactly plan for it,” he shrugs, “you got my number, okay?” 

“Wha-- I’m sick, how can you just abandon me?” 

“Now, Holly,” he firms his voice and drops his arms, hands on her bed rail, “don’t be dramatic. No one’s abandoning you. There’s nowhere for either of us to sleep and you need rest if you’re going to come home. Look at it like this, I’m taking care of your daughter while you’re here. Making sure everything’s ready for you.” 

“Hmph,” she grunts, “I... I’m sorry. I’m scared, Steve,” she sniffs though even from where you sit, you can tell her eyes are dry, “I’m going to miss you,” she touches his hand and rubs it, “these last few days have been... the best I’ve had in a long time.” 

“I know,” he lowers his voice, “but you gotta get better and... take better care of yourself. You want this to last, right?” 

“I.. I guess,” she concedes grimly, “can I... I get a kiss before you go?” 

He nods and leans in. He kisses her cheek, ignoring her pucker, then stands. He gives a yawn as your mom blinks up at him. She obviously expected more and you can’t tell if he even realises her disappointment. 

“Alright, sweetie, give your mom a hug, I can see you dwindling over there,” he beckons you over. 

You stand without a word and approach the bed. Your eyes meet your mom’s glare. You don’t hug. Ever. You can’t even remember the last time you did. Maybe when you were ten? You look down ashamed and spread your arms, embracing her quickly and daintily as she just lays there. 

“Bye mom, love you.” 

She pauses and swallows loudly, “love you too.” 

You spin back to Steve and slant your mouth. You know she’s only saying that because he’s right there. You cross the room as he bids his own farewell and you mom huffs and puffs mopily. 

As you come out in the hall, Steve walks beside you. You’re startled as he touches your lower back. Again. It must be a habit. 

“So, when we get home, are you going to try some of those pills?” He asks. 

“What?” You look down at the handful. “Oh, uh, maybe...” 

“The nurse said you should try. Even just for tonight. At least get some sleep while you can, you know?” 

“Yeah, er, I don’t know.” 

“Nothing wrong with accepting a little help. Especially when you need it.” 

“Mm, I guess,” you shrug, “I’ll think about it.” 

You carry on, following the halls and riding the elevator in silence. You chalk it up to fatigue on both ends. As you come out under the sky, the sun is setting. You follow Steve to his car and get in, resting the boxes in your lap as you rub your eyes. 

He turns the engine and backs out. He grips the wheel and sighs. The air is thick even as the AC blows. 

“Does your mom always talk to you like that?” He asks. 

You’re struck by the question. You know you can’t tell the truth. Even if you didn’t know your mom would lose it, it’s too embarrassing. Besides, you deserve it. You ruined her life. 

“She’s just out of it, I think,” you murmur. “Me too. I was worried.” 

“You’re a really good daughter,” he says, “a good person too. You know, you can tell me anything and I'll believe you. I’ll listen, sweetie.” 

You nod and chew your inner lip. He might believe you but he wouldn’t be able to change it. No one ever tried. Even when your aunt saw how your mother was, she only ran away. 

“Seems like you could use someone,” he steers smoothly behind another car, “what... I hope it’s okay for me to ask but where’s you dad?” 

Your heart drops. You shift and the boxes fall onto the floor. You bend forward to pick them up and suddenly, the car jerks and Steve’s pushing you back against the seat. You flatten yourself to it as your pulse pumps wildly. He’s at a complete stop as the car in front of him is only an inch away. 

“God-- guy didn’t even tap his breaks,” he snarls as he keeps his arms out, his hand on your chest, cupping you. 

“Uh,” you gulp and look down. 

He glances over and retracts his hand. He puts it back on the wheel and clears his throat, moving in his seat as he slowly leans on the gas. You won’t say anything. It was an accident and awkward enough. 

“I didn’t want you to hit your head,” he says. 

“It’s fine, thanks,” you carefully bend again and reach down to retrieve the pills. “Didn’t mean to drop these.” 

“No harm, no foul right,” he chuckles and pulls his hand from the wheel to rub his neck. “You can crash at my place if you want. Might be weird all alone in that house. Unsafe.” 

He bends his elbow against the armrest as he drives with one hand. You lean into the door and stare out the window. You really just want to go home and be alone. 

“It’s okay. I’m... an adult.” 

“Oh, I know, sweetie, I didn’t mean to treat you like a child. I know you’re not. Trust me, that’s clear,” he assures you. “I just thought... pretty girl like you home alone. Maybe I worry too much.” 

You didn’t think of it until he said something. You clutch the boxes tight and cross your feet together. You turn your head straight and watch the traffic ahead. 

“I don’t think... guy don’t...” you don’t know how to say it aloud. You’ve never had to admit what a loser you are, it’s just been obvious. Somehow, he seems to miss that. “It’s a safe neighbourhood.” 

“Sure, I guess you’re right,” he clicks his tongue. “Be weird being alone though, won’t it? You and your mom, you’re always together. Someone like me... I’ve been alone a while. Guess I’m used to it.” 

“Oh, yeah,” you agree flatly. 

“Sorry, that was... sadder than I meant,” he laughs at himself hollowly, “you know, I just never married. Always wanted to but did the military thing then the art thing and then I woke up and I was fifty. Then fifty-one and one and one...” he shakes his head as he slows down with the residential traffic, “if I can pass on any wisdom, sweetie, don’t let life run away from you. Don’t run away from it.” 

“Erm, thanks,” your tongue makes a gross noise as you swallow.  

“Just the wisdom of an old man,” he scoffs, “young girl like you, you got a lot waiting for ya.” 

You turn your head and hide your frown. You feel even worse with his empty promises. There’s nothing for you. You’re too stupid for college, you’re too useless for a job, and you’re just a shell of a person. There’s nothing in you worth a damn. 

“Sweetie, you okay?” He asks as he turns onto your street. 

“Tired,” you answer; it’s the truth, just not the whole truth. 

“Yeah, me too,” he yawns, “before you ditch me, how about you come have some dinner? You’re gonna need something in your stomach before you take those meds.” 

He pulls into his driveway and you peek over at him. Your stomach growls before you can say you’re not hungry. You flick your thumb on the elastic band around the boxes. You can’t be rude, what if he tells mom? 

“Alright,” you accept, “thank you.” 

“You’ve been through a lot, sweetie,” he reaches over to squeeze your shoulder, “you don’t have to keep being strong.” 

[allsadnshit]

How did you meet your husband? And what was your story like?

I met my husband on tumblr when we were both like 17-18 but actually started dating when we were 24

We were mutuals for many years, just casually friends from different cities with no plans of ever hanging out but would chat sometimes, support each other's art, and recommend music/books

I had mutual friends with him irl because lots of people from my arts high school in Pittsburgh ended up in Philly at Tyler which shared a campus with his school which was funny but we still were really only internet friends till 2020 when during the first lockdown I had been through a break up earlier that year and had spent a lot of time alone and sort of thinking more deeply and uninterrupted than I ever had about romance and love because I was unhappy where I was at. I was also really sick at the time and had been getting more sick for the last 4-5 years without finding the reason why so it was just generally a very life changing moment of needing to soul search on a lot of levels to cope with what was happening.

My long time best friend ended up asking me "If you could date anyone, not just who you know or who's around, who would you ask out?" and I had never thought about it like that because I was very much a creature of comfort and usually dated co workers or friends within my social circles out of availability - but I answered right away with my husband which felt funny because I had not ever actually considered him a "crush" up until that point but I realized he was in my eyes, the coolest person I knew.

So I dm'd him on instagram (which he very rarely used) and said something flirty for the first time like "hey nice birkenstocks, maybe we can wear them together on a lavender farm sometime" not knowing if that would be weird since I had never been suggestive towards him before then but to my surprise he reciprocated hard and fast like no hesitation! We realized it had never occurred to either of us to consider something long distance but that we were both very attracted to each other and the timing just lined up well!

We started texting every day for about a month and I also moved into a new short term lease, and within that month of talking he bought his first car so he could come and meet me. He drove in on a friday after work and didn't get to my house till like 1am, but we just had a really intense emotional/spiritual connecting right away and I think both of realized it was serious very fast. I was actually so nervous that I got constipated to the point he had to drive me to the ER on his last night visiting. I told all the nurses I had just met my true love.

After he had to go back to Philly, he drove back up a month later to stay for a whole week, during which we decided he'd come move in with me for the rest of my 6 month lease and then I'd come move to Philly to be with him. I also realized that for all this to happen, I needed to take a risk and find out what was really going on with me medically, so I also got a diagnostic surgery where they found endometriosis. It was a really hard recovery that he was there for me for, and when I was healed up enough and my lease ended he drove us back to Philly. We got married in 2021 about a year later.

He is the treasure of my life <3

[echoingalaxies]

cw: hospital/medical stuff mentions, unspecified illness or injury

“You wanna pick up some food on the way?” Caretaker asked, steering her car out of the parking garage and to the intersection.

Whumpee, sitting under a blanket on the passenger seat, watched the hospital disappear as they drove away on the mostly empty highway. He rubbed the pit of his elbow where a small bandage remained to stop the slight bleeding from a cannula.

It had been a long day. New bottles of medicine rattled in the pockets of his jacket when he shifted into a more comfortable position and leaned their head against the headrest. They had sat in the waiting room the whole evening before finally being admitted, and discharged only a couple of hours after. Caretaker hadn’t even tried to argue with the staff anymore. It always ended like this. Not enough beds and not enough people to take care of the ones lying on them.

Whumpee knew he was lucky. He knew he’d be safe going home with Caretaker. But it didn’t mean he didn’t keep dreaming about the day he’d be taken seriously. He’d receive proper care. Otherwise he’d just have to keep going back, over and over again. More pills, more bills, more wasted hours.

“Hello?”

“Oh, uh,” Whumpee blinked, realizing he hadn’t actually given Caretaker a response. “No, I… we should just head home. You’ve got work in the morning, and it’s already way past midnight.”

His stomach let out a loud rumbling sound just then, and Caretaker gave him a quiet look, which Whumpee pretended to not see. He could fix himself a bowl of yogurt at home. Caretaker needed sleep. She deserved it, after putting aside her own responsibilities just to stay with him again.

“What if I told you I already took tomorrow off?”

"What?" Whumpee turned to her, shaking his head. “Caretaker, no. You shouldn’t have.”

Caretaker shrugged. “It’s Friday, we get to have a head start for the weekend. Won’t that be fun?” Her smile faltered slightly and her voice shifted lower, to more serious. “The nurse said someone should keep an eye on you — and I wouldn’t want to leave you, anyway. You still need help.”

Whumpee knew that. He looked down, fidgeting with the hospital wristband. If he’d kept every one of those he’d got even during the past year, he could probably sew them together to make full sleeves for both arms. Money was already tight, as Caretaker worked to support the both of them, and Caretaker missing work because of Whumpee’s various appointments and frequent trips to the ER had had their effect on their income.

“Yes, but…” he said, the familiar tearing feeling of shame finding its place. “I thought we would call Friend or Sibling to stay with me while you’re at work. We have before.”

“Now we don’t have to.” Caretaker glanced at him, frowning. “Do you not… want me to stay?”

“Didn’t they say you can’t keep doing this anymore if you plan to keep your position?” Whumpee asked. “You like your job. I don’t want you to risk losing it because of me.”

“They will understand. I told them it is a family matter.”

Whumpee’s cheeks got hot and he moved his focus away from Caretaker again, watching out of the window instead. They were passing by shops, parks, and pubs, taking many turns in the little streets of their labyrinth of a hometown. Whumpee hadn’t even noticed they had left the main road, but he definitely recognised where Caretaker was heading.

“You didn’t have to lie because of me,” he mumbled, as Caretaker pulled into the parking lot of a local, 24-hour barbeque restaurant they both loved. “About it being a… a family thing.”

Caretaker turned to Whumpee, finally being able to give him her undivided attention as she turned off the engine, smiling softly.

“I didn’t.”

[fictionfordays]

Parked

The gif search function would not load any of Ran!!! So I found this gif on Google Images, credit to the gif maker! So sorry :'(

(21+) Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

CW: piv, riding, car sex, pet names (baby, sweet thing, good girl, pretty girl), begging, Ran is a tease but also kinda romantic, softdom!Ran ig, lil hair pulling

WC: <1k

A/N: The brainrot is so fr rn like 😵‍💫🫠 I. Can. Not. Function. Also as a side note: idk do we like the divider right here to separate the Masterlist links or nah???

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The air feels hot, a stark contrast to the cool breeze just outside the vehicle. Between the clouds and the city lights, the stars are nowhere to be seen, the night sky seeming even darker than usual.

Of course, the foggy film forming on your car windows doesn't help that fact. The only light illuminating you being the dim lights on the radio and the parking light a couple of rows over from where you're parked in a random lot.

Memories from your dream the night prior flooded your mind, coupled with the warm hand that grasped your upper thigh as he drove to who knows where, fingers delicately digging into the meat of your leg, made your panties feel uncomfortably damp on the far too long drive.

You squeeze your legs together. He notices, of course he notices, and you see him smirk out of the corner of your eye. His slender fingers sliding their way up your cute little skirt but stopping short of where you wanted him most.

He feels you, ready to jump out of your skin desperately.

"You okay, baby?" His voice holds a teasing lilt that makes sparks run straight to your core. "You seem a little... on edge~"

You slowly spread your legs a tiny bit wider, hoping that maybe he takes the hint. "'M fine..."

He knows you're not.

The air in the car changes as he begins to move his fingers again, stopping at the hem of your poor wet panties.

"Good girls use their words." A statement. No, a demand. You take in a shaky breath, pulling your skirt up just a little bit higher, sinking just a little bit lower in your seat, hoping to subtly entice him to keep going.

He taps your thigh once... twice... thrice before tsking. He's not one to ask a second time.

"P-please, Ran. Jus' need you..." your quiet pleas fall on deaf ears. He removes his fingers from where they sat so dangerously close to where you wanted him, needed him.

The rest of the car ride is silent. Your nerves becoming restless when he's suddenly veering the car onto random dirt roads and parking in some abandoned lot.

Which is how you find yourself now, straddling his lap in the backseat of his car, moving your hips frantically to the pace he set. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips harshly as he helps you move along his thick shaft.

Your fingers thread through his long hair and tug firmly, pulling his head back enough to expose his neck to your desperate and wet kisses, nibbling along his jawline before making your way to his collarbone and biting down roughly.

A shamelessly loud moan escapes his swollen lips, "f-fuuuu... hnn you'll be the death of me, sweet thing~" his voice is raspy and quiet.

He slides one hand down from where his fingers were bruising your hip, his thumb rubbing all too slowly through your folds and catching just right on your sensitive little nub.

"Raannnn~" you moan, too quiet for his liking.

"C'mon, baby, lemme hear you," he bites your shoulder before rubbing quick, tight circles over your clit. His lavender eyes searched what he could see of your sweet face ere his other hand wrapped behind you and firmly traced up your spine. He held you close, keeping you attached as he adjusted the position. He began fucking up into you, the force of it pushing you forward so your chest was pressed against his own.

You moaned loudly this time, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed so beautifully as he continued to hit that spongey spot inside of you. Your warm, wet walls fluttering around his length as he held you close. Your legs began to tremble as his thumb rubbed faster circles over your clit and his thrusts became desperate and erratic.

“That’s it, baby…” he mumbled against your damp skin.

The coil in your belly was tightening.

"G-god, you feel so fuckin’ tight," he panted against your ear. "Close, huh, pretty girl?" He teased a little, though he, too, was getting close.

“Hnn~” you hummed, breath hitching. “Feel s’ good, baby. G-g’na cum mnnnhh-” you grabbed his face, bringing your lips down to crash against his, teeth bumping in the process.

He moaned into the kiss. “G-go ahead -ahhh- and cum for me, sweet thing~” His hips began to stutter when he felt you fluttering, your warm walls squeezing around his length so tight causing him to sputter thick ropes of cum inside of you. You both moaned and whimpered against each other’s lips as you milked him for all that he’s worth. His deep groans sent shivers down your spine as you rode out your highs together.

You rested your forehead against his, your breaths hot against each other’s faces.

He kissed your nose sweetly, with a warm, mischievous smile. “We don’t have to be home any time soon…” he smiled and searched your eyes, “we got time for another round~”

You chuckled at him warmly, “Ran, you are… insufferable.”

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[hsdiaries]

quick blurb - LHH!Harry x best friend - 1.8K

Y/N shows up at Harry’s door, both intoxicated and letting go of there senses.

praise kink, oral (f receiving), p in v

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The rugby game rang through the apartment walls as I sat on my couch working through my third glass of tequila; my head buzz strong. Mitch, Pauli and Chase had all gone out for drinks, but I wanted nothing more than to just relax at home. The game was almost over, and sleep was creeping over my body when I heard a knock from my door.

My brows furrowed at the sound, turning to look over my shoulder. I wasn’t expecting anyone tonight, it was much too late for a confused delivery service. Lowering the volume on the tv, I wondered if maybe the knock was meant for the neighbor until it came again on my door. Placing the beer down on the small side table, I pushed off the couch and walked over, peering into the peephole. There stood Y/N, mascara clear down her cheeks, her hair in a messy bun.

I quickly unlocked the door, prying it open taking in my beautiful mess, “Y/N baby, what’s wrong. Come ‘ere.” I pulled her gently towards me, closing the door behind her, “What are you doing here so late, love?”

She sniffled, swallowing back tears, “I drank too much at home, and I didn’t want to be alone. I wanted to be here… with you.”

Her words drove electricity throughout my body, my head nodding, unable to form words as her hands came up to my face, holding it, caressing it softly, “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“No, sweet Y/N, I’m only the right amount of good to you. The good you deserve,” I cooed, trying to soothe her pain. She nodded softly, taking me in, inhaling deeply as she leaned in and kissed me hard. Kissed me feverishly. My hands moved to instantly grasp onto her, pulling her close as my lips kissed hers back.

My mind clicked into protective mode, reminding me she was drunk, I wasn’t far behind, “Fuck,” I breathed out as I pushed away from her, biting my lip and shaking my head, “Y/N baby, your drunk. I’m intoxicated. We ca—…”

“…—we can. I’m not…I came here. I wanted to be here, with you. God, please Harry, I just don’t want to think, please make my mind go off,” she begged so desperately I gave into all of my senses. My lips crashing back into her, hands tapping her thighs, instructing her to jump into my hold.

She did, wrapping her legs around me, hips pushing into mine, driving my blood straight to my prick. I no longer had the self control I needed to stop this, and I didn’t care. I moved us quickly into the bedroom, it was like the dream bubble could burst at any given second and I didn’t want it to.

I sat down on my bed, her legs bent on either side of me, gripping onto my sides with her thighs. Her weight felt so good pushing down on my hardened cock, her moans letting me know she was feeling the same. She rocked her hips on me, my hands moving to grip onto her hips, helping with her movements.

“Mmm, so good f’me, feels so good, Y/N,” I whimpered against her lips, her head nodding.

“Bet it’s even better with no clothes on,” she giggled into my lips, the most pure giggle driving heat through my body. God, this couldn’t be real. I would wake up tomorrow and it would be a dirty wet dream.

“Smart mind, Y/N, smart mind,” I said, biting her lower lip softly before standing up and laying her down on the bed. I broke our kiss to strip myself free of my clothes, leaving just my briefs, my cock tight in them. My hands grabbed at the band of her leggings, fingers slipping under them and her underwear peeling them off her legs.

My breath left me as I watched her spread her legs on my bed, her fold glistening in her arousal. Arousal that was there for me, and just me.

“Fuck me, Y/N, you’re such a lovely sight,” I said, hooking my arms under her thighs and bringing her to the edge of the bed as I lowered down onto my knees in front of her. My lips kissed and sucked on her soft inner thighs, traveling to her wet middle, open mouthed kissed pressing into her clit, down her slit, on her entrance.

I let my tongue travel inside her, pulsing in and out of her as she squirmed under me, legs struggling to stay open as I slipped it out, running it up to her clit, circling with the tip of it.

“Oh dear god, Harry, fu-uck,” she breathed out as I continued to eat her out like she was the last meal I would ever have. I pulled away to breath, my two fingers slipping inside her, curling to her spongey g spot, earning me the sexiest shudder from her, moans spilling out for me.

“You’re so wet for me, Y/N baby, so needy,” I groaned, my other hand reaching under her cropped tee, pulling down at her bra, exposing her beautiful tits, feeling for her nipples and letting my fingers wrap around them, tugging at them.

“Harry, please, god please I want to feel you,” she moaned, her eyes burning into my soul, panting as my fingers moved faster in her, her walls pulsing around them, her arousal dripping down my fingers.

“You will baby, come f’me first okay? Let me get you warmed up for me, okay?” I hummed, lowering myself back to her clit, my tongue flicking against it, fingers moving at a steady pace inside her. Her thighs began to squeeze against my head, suffocating me in a place I would gladly go in.

“Fuck, please, please, oh god Harry, yes,” her back arched against me, my hand moving off her tit to push her legs apart, as she began coming, her arousal coating my mouth and chin completely. I enjoyed every bit of her taste, lapping up every bit of it helping her ride out her high.

Slipping my fingers out of her, I traced them up her body, pushing her shirt up with them until they landed on her bottom lip, letting them slip into her mouth, her tongue welcoming them willingly. She was a fucking seductive dream, a dream that had my heart completely without even knowing how much I needed it.

“Take off your shirt, Y/N,” I demanded, moving quickly to find a damn condom, something I didn’t think I would need anytime soon. Especially not with her. Walking back over, she laid, resting back on her elbows, her beautiful tits on full display for me, “Fucking hell you’re so beautiful.”

Placing one knee on the bed, I began to open up the condom wrapper as she sat up further, her delicate hands wrapping around my length, making my head fall back, a groan vibrating in my throat before it managed to escape.

“I want you to feel so good, Harry. I wanna be good for you too,” she said, blissed out eyes meeting mine as I brought my head back straight. I moved her hands, nodding, slipping the condom on my cock.

“Oh you are more than good to me, I promise,” I breathed, crawling on top of her, pressing my lips to hers. I wanted to engrave the memory of them forever in my mind, just in case I never found myself here with her again. Lining the tip of my cock up with her entrance, I rubbed against her opening, teasing her clit. She was still sensitive, her soft whimpers letting me know it was the case. I let my arms wrap around her as I slipped in, just the tip moving in and out of her tight cunt, walls needing little adjusting after making her come before.

She moved her lips to kiss along my face, my jawline and neck, moaning soft each time I pushed further in until I completely bottomed out, her teeth across my skin, “God” the only word she breathed out. Thousands of dirty things and positions came to my mind, ways I wanted to bend and pull her body, fuck her so good she blissed out to another universe.

But everything was slow with her, everything moved in a way where I thought I would never be closer to her. Her chocolate brown eyes peeked up at me, arms wrapping around my body pulling me closer to her. Our hips moved towards each other in sync, moving away with trembling movements only to be met again in bliss. I wasn’t going to last long, not like this, not when the woman I was desperately and foolishly falling in love with was this close to me.

I moved my hands to either side of her head, using them to stabilize me over him, thrusting harder into her, “God you feel so good, Y/N. A bloody dream, love.”

Her nails dug into my skin, her walls flutter around me making every bit of me cover in chills. I felt her squeeze me deeper into her, her warmth intensifying my need for a release. Knots forming along my stomach and lower back, tightening with pleasure I couldn’t even imagine.

“Harry, please don’t stop, I’m so-so close,” she strutted, her eyes searching mine for her release. My left hand moved down between us, my fingers moving on her clit, rolling quickly on it to help her get there as I was barely hanging on.

“Yes, please, oh, Harry, fu-uck. I’m…” I felt her legs clench around me, her arousal dripping down between us as she came. My climax quickly followed, warm ribbons shooting into the condom. Our bodies shifted closer to each other, clinging on as we came down from the high we just brought for each other.

My lips tumbled over her face, pressing into her cheeks and nose. Tracing over her lips. She smiled into the kiss, pecking soft kisses until I couldn’t help but chuckle. She inhaled through her nose, letting out a soft breath, my body shifting to pull out of her, both of us groaning at the sensation.

I rolled over on the bed next to her, slipping the condom off, tying it and lazily searching for the packaging until I found it, stuffing the used condom in. I turned to her, pulling into me, “I’ll clean you up right now, I promise, just, five more minutes.”

“Mm, I’ll give you ten,” she said softly, her face nuzzled into my chest, her fingers tugging softly on my chest hairs.

“Make it twenty,” I kept playing at it.

“Shut up, Harry Styles. Just shh,” she kissed my chest, her breath slowing as we laid quietly. We never moved from this spot, we never cleaned up.

And I didn’t care. I didn’t care at all.

[yourmomsawh0r3]

Outbreak

Joel Miller Pre/Post apocalypse x wife fem reader

Joel Miller woke up to the sound of chaos. His daughter, Sarah, was already on her feet, eyes wide with fear as the distant sound of explosions and sirens filled the air. His heart pounded in his chest, not just from the panic of the unknown, but because his wife, Y/N, was working the night shift at the hospital as an ER Nurse.

"Dad, what's happening?" Sarah's voice trembled as she clung to him.

"We need to get to your mom," Joel said, determination overriding his fear. He grabbed his phone, tried calling Y/N, but there was no answer. His anxiety grew.

As Joel and Sarah rushed out the door, his brother Tommy pulled up in his truck. "Get in!" Tommy shouted, but Joel had other plans.

"Move over," Joel commanded, pushing Tommy out of the driver’s seat. "We’re going to the hospital."

Tommy, sensing the urgency, didn't argue. Joel drove like a man possessed, weaving through traffic and past scenes of chaos and destruction. When they arrived at the hospital, he parked right at the emergency wing and turned to Tommy and Sarah.

"Stay here and lock the doors. Don't open them for anyone but me," Joel ordered, his voice stern but shaking slightly with worry.

Joel approached the hospital entrance, but security guards blocked his way. "No one is allowed inside," one of them said firmly.

"My wife is in there!" Joel shouted, desperation in his eyes. When they refused to budge, he attacked with a ferocity fueled by love and fear. Joel incapacitated the guards, knowing he had no other choice. His wife was in danger.

He sprinted through the chaotic hallways, calling out Y/N's name. Finally, he heard the sound of a door bursting open and saw her, running for her life. Their eyes met, and she ran straight into his arms. Joel held her tightly, a sigh of relief escaping his lips.

"We need to get out of here," Y/N said, her voice shaky but resolute.

They made it back to the car, but the situation outside had deteriorated. Forced to abandon the vehicle, they took off on foot. In the ensuing chaos, Sarah and Y/N got separated from Joel and Tommy. Joel's heart sank as he realized he couldn't see his daughter or wife anymore.

Years passed, filled with pain and survival. Joel's heart hardened with each passing day, but he never forgot his wife and daughter. Then came Ellie, a girl who slowly broke through his hardened exterior and gave him a new purpose.

When Joel and Ellie arrived at Jackson, hope and fear waged war within him. As he walked through the settlement, he heard a familiar voice call his name. He turned and saw her Y/N. Time seemed to stand still as she ran to him, faster than he had ever seen her move.

"Y/N!" Joel shouted, his voice breaking with emotion.

She threw herself into his arms, and for a moment, everything else disappeared. He pulled back, searching her face. "Where's Sarah?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she placed her hands on his cheeks. "Joel," she said, her voice trembling. "She…she died. She got turned into one of those things."

Joel fell to the ground, his world shattering. Y/N held him, tears streaming down her own cheeks. "I know, baby. I know," she whispered, trying to console him.

After what felt like an eternity, Joel managed to ask, “Have you been here all this time?”

Y/N shook her head. “No… I found Tommy along the way, and we were on the road for a while. Then we ended up here.”

Joel’s eyes scanned the area, searching for a familiar face. His gaze settled on a figure dismounting a horse near the entrance. The man turned, and Joel’s breath caught in his throat. It was Tommy.

“Tommy!” Joel’s voice rang out, filled with a mixture of joy and disbelief.

Tommy’s head snapped up, his eyes widening as he saw Joel. “Joel!” he shouted back, a grin spreading across his face.

Without hesitation, both brothers started running towards each other. Years of hardship and separation melted away in that moment. They collided in a powerful embrace, holding each other tightly, neither willing to let go.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” Joel said, his voice thick with emotion.

Tommy pulled back slightly, looking at Joel with tears in his eyes. “I thought the same, brother. It’s been too long.”Joel felt a deep sense of relief wash over him.

Joel, still in shock, slowly nodded. He introduced Ellie to Y/N, his wife. She was thrilled, her maternal instincts immediately kicking in. They had always wanted more children, and now Ellie became the other daughter they longed for.

After the emotional reunion with his family, Y/N led Joel, and Ellie through the bustling streets of Jackson. The settlement was a thriving community, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos of the world outside. Y/N’s heart swelled with pride as she guided her family to her home.

“This place is amazing,” Ellie said, looking around with wide eyes. “I can’t believe it.”

Y/N smiled, glancing back at the group. “It is. It’s been a refuge for us, a place where we can try to build a normal life again.”

They arrived at a quaint, well kept house nestled on a quiet street. The front yard was adorned with a small garden, blooming with vibrant flowers that Y/N had carefully tended. She opened the door and ushered them inside.

“Welcome to our home,” Y/N said, her voice filled with warmth and a hint of pride.

Joel looked around, taking in the cozy living room with its comfortable furniture and personal touches.

“It’s beautiful,” Joel said, his voice choked with emotion.

Y/N led them through the house, showing them the kitchen, the dining area, and the bedrooms. “This room will be yours, Ellie,” she said, opening the door to a small but charming bedroom with a bed covered in a colorful quilt.

Ellie’s eyes lit up. “This is amazing! Thank you so much.”

Y/N smiled, reaching out to gently squeeze Ellie’s shoulder. “You’re welcome, sweetie. We’re family now, and this is your home too.”

She then led Joel to the master bedroom. “This is our bedroom” she looked up at Joel with tears in her eyes “I’m so happy, I finally found you” he smiled and placed a kiss on her lips.

As they settled in, Y/N prepared a simple but hearty meal. They gathered around the dining table, the first real family meal they had shared in years. Laughter and conversation flowed freely, the warmth of their reunion filling the room.

After dinner, they sat together in the living room, sharing stories of their journeys and the hardships they had faced. Ellie listened intently, feeling a sense of belonging she had longed for. Y/N and Joel held hands, finding comfort in each other’s presence.

As the evening drew to a close, Y/N looked around at her family, her heart full. Despite the pain and loss they had endured, they had found their way back to each other. In a world filled with uncertainty, they had created a sanctuary of love and hope.

i want to make this is a series? comment if i should and if you guys would like it to be a series :)

NEXT CHAPTER

[adashoflavendermelancholy]

Baby Halloween

Crocodile knew that this time of year would come again. It was Halloween soon. He would have to buy three costumes plus an adult one for himself for when Luffy noticed he wasn’t dressed up. Then a lot of candy that he would have to hide from the boys. If that wasn’t the only problem, Shanks showed up and started talking about the haunted house event he was doing. Of course, the boys wanted to go help.

“Sorry Luffy, it’s only for kids 10 and up. You’re still young.” Shanks said, patting the sulking boy’s head.

Crocodile knew that was going to be an issue later. “Why invite us then? Unless you think you can handle Ace and Sabo alone.” He asked. Ace and Sabo were already smirking at the idea. He loved his chaos children, when they were causing chaos for others.

“Hahaha, no. I actually was hoping you would let Mihawk baby-er watch Luffy for it. Mihawk has a son his age.” Shanks said, barely covering his mistake. Not that Luffy cared right now. Not when he was too young to have any fun.

“Mihawk? Are you sure he can handle-“

“I figured you would worry. So I brought you his number with his consent.” Shanks said, holding out a slip of paper. “Now then, boys! Let’s see how strong you got!” He said, leading the boys to the training room.

Crocodile looked at the number and called. After talking with Mihawk about watching Luffy and how difficult it could be. Crocodile was surprised to hear the man was still willing to watch him.

“I plan on having the boys decorate the house for Halloween, make them snacks, and let them watch the children’s horror movie.” Mihawk said, sounding unbothered by any of Crocodiles’ concerns. Still, this was his best chance to getting all three boys to behave. Rather than telling them all no. That wasn’t a fight he wanted to get into.

Crocodile drove to Mihawks home. A large building that already looked ready for Halloween. His boys were impressed by it already. “Hello,” Crocodile said, when Mihawk opened the door.

“Good afternoon.” Mihawk said, moving to let them in. The older boys looked at the look of the place. It was a very spooky season already. What more could Luffy and the other boy do?

Luffy spotted the green-haired boy playing with swords before anyone else did. Running over to him, “HELLO! I’M LUFFY!” He yelled.

The boy looked at him. “Hello.”

“Wanna be pirates with me?” Luffy asked, Crocodile sighed. Just how many people was Luffy going to ask that too? It was getting out of hand. Crocodile opened his mouth to say something when the little boy responded.

“I don’t wanna be a pirate.” He sounded annoyed.

Luffy tilted his head, “What do you wanna be?”

“The greatest swordsman in the world. Better than dad!” the boy announced. Crocodile liked his attitude.

Luffy gasped, “THATS SO COOL! I HAVE TO HAVE YOU ON MY CREW. I’M GONNA BE THE PIRATE KING AND HAVE TO HAVE THE BEST ON MY CREW!” the boy hardly took a breath while yelling that. Crocodile glanced at the other adult here. If there was a problem with this, it would be with him. Mihawk looked unbothered by all this. More like he was just waiting to see what happened.

The boy thought about it for a while, then nodded. “Fine, but if you hold me back, I’ll kill you.” Everyone tensed at the words, but Luffy laughed.

“OKAY! LET’S GO PLAY!” Luffy said, grabbing the boy’s hand. Zoro followed along, looking a little confused.

“Seems they will get along just fine. You may pick him up when you are done. Please, give me notice if you will be after seven as that’s when we have dinner. I do not mind feeding Luffy, but would like the notice beforehand.” Mihawk said, letting the three others out. Crocodile felt like he had whiplash from all this. Luffy’s energy wasn’t well matched here. Well, a few hours would be fine.

Luffy and Zoro ran around for a while before Mihawk brought out the decorations. There was everything from fake skeletons that looked so real it was better than the movies. To plastic tinsel with fake spiders on them. Luffy and Zoro ran around the house, putting up different things and talking about if they fit there.

When they were done, tuckered out running around. Mihawk decided to feed the boy earlier than expected. He sent a text to notify Crocodile of the change in plans. Along with a picture of the boys cuddled up, watching a movie about monsters scaring human children.

Crocodile felt bad that Mihawk was going to feed his son. He knew that the boy was a black hole. With a promise to reimburse him once he picked up Luffy, he got back to the other two boys.

By the time that crocodile arrived to pick up Luffy, it was 6:10pm. He knocked on the door. When it opened, it did look more festive in the house. But only at Luffy and Zoro’s level. He could tell where the boys spent most of their time. On the black leather couch was Luffy. He was fast asleep, holding on to his new best friend in the world. It was something that warmed Crocodile’s heart.

“I think they became best friends today.” Crocodile muttered, seeing that Zoro was the same. Holding onto each other after running around and decorating the place. It was almost too cute to look at.

Mihawk huffed, “We should save each other’s numbers, then. I’m sure we can come up with a day for them to spend more time together soon.”

Even though he sounded less than impressed, there was a small part of the Crocodile that suspected that he enjoyed this. Then again, what parent wouldn’t love their children finding a friend after struggling so long? Crocodile felt the same way about Luffy. It took a while, but there was now a good friend to be around him.

[its-in-the-woods]

Coyote Head - Part 5 - Livestock Is Deadstock

master list

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: Cooper Howard x Lucy Maclean 

Includes many other characters from Fallout

Synopsis: Calf check doesn't go as planned. But brings out two main characters closer.

MINOR GET OUT. Rating/Warning:  Animal/people death, Stillb0rn animal, Horror, blOod/G0re, nightmares, Alternative Universe, Slow Burn, Death, Aging, Family Feuding, Eventually (I swear to the universe it will happen): Older Man/Younger Woman

Note: that I will not be spoiling any of the reading. So you have been warned. I will keep my tags relevant without spoiling what is happening in the story.

** Thank you for your patience! I basically rewrote this entire chapter about 4 times before the characters were happy with it. Little under 4k words. Enjoy*

Flag in hand, Lucy watches the Mama cow as her little munchkin makes a fuss. The thing is squirming, mooing, and rolling trying to get anywhere but where he was. Cooper works quickly, tagging, vaccinating, and wash of minerals. Then go as fast as possible before Mama charges.

“You're a’right Mama, you won’t be mad at me in a few months,” Cooper chuckles, as they speed away in the side-by-side.  

“Forgot how testy they could be” Lucy smiles, scanning the horizon for any signs of fresh calves. 

“Don’t tell anyone, but I like it when they are a little wild,” Cooper’s face lighting up with a big smile at the comment. Lucy feels her heart jump as she smiles back at him, noting that down for later. 

“Makes them good Mamas, especially with all the coyotes around,” Lucy adds, pointing towards a mama calf standing near a bundle. “I think there is one there.” 

Cooper adjusts his direction with a gentle turn of the wheel. His eyebrows furrow as he aims towards the Mama cow; surprised when she doesn’t move as they come close. Lucy’s stomach clenching as dread washes through her. The cow stood squared up to them, her eyes looking down at the ground where the calf lay, something was wrong. 

“Com’on sweety,” Cooper says to the heifer, as he carefully gets out of the ATV, “Let us take a look -”

Lucy gasps, as she looks at what should be a calf. Instead of an alive calf, there is what looks to be a mummified body on the ground. The cow was standing there looking at both of them, tail flicking but not moving. Lucy puts the flag down, walking to squat down on the other side of the poor thing. The body was a dark ochre color, the entire thing looking like it had been vacuum sealed in plastic. No eyes, or ears, just hollowness, legs tucked in head tucked down. If it had not been so shrunk it would almost look like it was alive.

“Oh dang,” Cooper sighs, bending down to look at the mummy. “I am sorry girl,” Cooper raises his hand, Lucy watching carefully as the cow comes over and bumps his hand. His forehead furrowed as he rubbed her nose gently, looking back at what should have been a alive calf. 

“Lucy write down her tag number, we will get Woody out to check’er. Once we’re done we’ll mov’er up to the barn. Make sure there is nothin’ left in ‘er.” Cooper says quietly rubbing the cow's nose and face, the cow leaning into the comforting hands of its owner. “You did good Mama, sometimes it happens.”

Lucy did as she was told, grabbing the notebook to write down the cow's ID number. As she watches Cooper comfort the animal. Most cows were protective of their offspring, but this one seemed to understand what was going on. Or maybe it just knew Cooper was trying to help, the thing leaning its head into his chest. 

“We’ll move it, into the back of the ATV. Can’t leave it out’er, don’t need to draw any more predators.” Cooper said quietly, moving away from the heifer slowly.  

The two of them work as quickly as possible to move the poor creature. Mama snorted and stomped a few times, Cooper letting her smell it before they put it into the box of the ATV. Lucy watches the cow for a moment as they drove away. The bovine's long bellows made her heartache, if cows could cry it would have. 

“Do you think they understand?” Lucy asks, wiping her tears away. Grandpa Tim had always said the cows knew more than they’d ever know. She hadn’t been sure at the time, preferring to deal with more facts than fiction, but watching the cow made her wonder. 

Cooper shrugged, hazel eyes shining as he dug in his pockets for a smoke. Lucy grabs the lighter from the cup holder, handing it to him. Wondering if she should ask for one herself, deciding against it at the last second. 

“Think they understand as much as any animal.” Cooper breathes out a puff of smoke. “I like to let’em see the body, make sure they smell it,  keep’em calmer. At least with my herd, unless we’re tryin’ to graft. Then gettin’ the grafter there ASAP takes priority.”

Lucy nods, a sadness pitting in her stomach as they drive over to the next calf. Thankfully on their feet and running as they drove close, Mama whale-eyeing them as they approached. 

***

Lucy stayed and helped Cooper move the cow over to the main barn. The barn wasn’t anything fancy, with a few stalls for anyone sick and, a cow shoot to help make handling anyone easier. Cows spent the majority of their life in the field, or forests. They got health checks, hooves checked, moved, and sorted into different fields. It kept them happy and healthy. Nothing was perfect but this was the way it had been done for many many years. A practiced ritual, at the end of the day, the cows always came first. 

Woody was surprisingly close to their area when Cooper called. The big man drove a white cargo van covered with hand-painted animals on all sides. The vehicle was fully loaded with anything he might need. He was one of the few large animal vets in the area, and getting him over quickly was a rare surprise. 

The man had a riot of dark brown curly hair, a big smile, and a shaggy beard. He was almost always in some kinda overalls. At the moment they were purple with embroidered cows. He was looking at the calf, blue gloves moving it this way and that. Woody frowned, glasses perched on the end of his nose. The body was stiff, more like a rock than a body, it was also surprisingly light. How the cow had birthed it without difficulty was shocking. 

“Well, it’s not common. But not the first one I’ve seen.” Woody sighs, removing his gloves and washing his hands in the sink by the side door. “The cow in the shoot is the one that gave birth?”

“Yah, pretty sure. She was standing over them,” Cooper swallows, and walks Woody over to the bovine, she had been put into the shoot for easier examination. The cow acted as if nothing was wrong munching on some hay. “We checked eighty percent of the herd this mornin’, rest are deeper in the bush. But no one else looked distressed.”

Woody looks her over, checking her body condition before sliding on some shoulder-length gloves. “Alright now Mama, be gentle on me. Just got make sure there is nothin’ left in’re okay.” Woody reached into the cow, Lucy standing near the head of the cow to make sure she was comfortable. Hands running against the creature's big head, scratching behind her ears as Woody 

“Well, everythin’ feels fine. I am going to take some tissue samples, do bloods too. Make sure there is no infection or anythin’ else that might of cause this. She had twins last year right?” 

Woody asked, as he degloves and went over to his vet kit. The man had always had a knack for remembering the ID tags of a herd.

“I’d have to check the record book, but I believe you’re right, yes. Two heifers, both healthy. “ 

Cooper replies, as Woody draws blood and takes what he needs. 

“I will give her a few shots, keep her separate until the tests come back.” Woody said, “Just to be on the safe side. Once we know she’s safe we can put her back into breeding rotation.”

Cooper nodded, “Well thank you for comin' out so quickly Woody, I know you're a busy man.”

Woody smiled, “Not a problem, Coop, if anything else pops up let me know.”

***

The drive into town was mostly peaceful, Lucy trying to avoid the thought of going home. The place felt less and less like home, maybe it was the lack of Grandpa Tim or constant nightmares. Gripping the steering wheel she turns down the main street of town; willing those thoughts away as she heads to the piece-together building that was the hardware store. She had already dropped off the paperwork at the new accountant, the woman seemed excited about the piles of neatly organized boxes. Lucy couldn’t have been more grateful to hand it to someone else. If the rest of the plan fell into place Lucy would have the holes repaired and a fresh coat of paint put on by the end of the week. 

Three sheets of drywall are strapped into the back of the truck, along with a few pieces of lumber. Screws, putty, paint, along with a texturing brush, and various other bits and bobs go into the back seat. Lucy felt somewhat confident she could handle the task at hand. Her hands itched to call Cooper, double-check that she had all the things she needed. Her mind ran back over this morning, the way Cooper’s face had fallen seeing the dead calf. Cattle ranching was hard on the best days, livestock meant deadstock, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less. No, she’d let him be like he didn’t have enough on his plate. 

“Hey, Lucy!” Lucy turns out of her daydreams, to see a tall lanking person with a buzzed head walking towards her. 

Lucy squints, realizing it was her friend Dane from high school. “Holy smoke, Dane! Is that really you!”

Lucy trots over to her friend giving them a big hug. They squeezed her back before letting go to look Lucy over. 

“Jeez, Lucy. You look the same as when you graduated!” Dane smiles, leaning against the side of Lucy’s truck. “I haven’t seen you in forever. I heard about Tim, really sorry ‘bout that.”

Looking away Lucy composed herself, still strange to hear people give condolences. “Yeah, cancer came in fast and hard. Just happy it’s over you know. Don’t think I look quite the same, but thank you, look at you all grown up.”

Dane rubs the back of their buzzed head, a blush staining their cheeks. “You’re too kind Lucy. Still adjusting to everything. Dad has been good, Mom- still getting used to it, but I am happy.”

Lucy grinned, “Good, don’t let anyone hold you back. You stayin’ in town now? 

“Oh, uh-no, just making some extra money before I start working as a heavy-duty mechanic in the fall.” They said beaming with pride. 

“No dang way! That’s great to hear.” Lucy smiles back, happy to hear her friend was doing well, 

“We should go for coffee sometime, or maybe get some food. Be good to catch up.”

“Yes, definitely.” Dane nods eagerly, “I actually if you got any tractors you need to be worked on. I'd be happy to take a look at them.”

“Really?” Lucy said, remembering that she had been neglecting to phone the tractor dealership.“I actually got two, think late eighties, haven’t been used in probably three or four years.”

“Oh, I would love that! Always loved old equipment. Why don’t I come by this Saturday? Hazard a guess you are staying at your Grandpa’s place.” Dane replies a sparkle in their eye at the idea of getting to work on the farm equipment. 

“Yep, I am there! Got the same number too. Give me a ring before you stop by.” Lucy said, more than happy to have an old friend drop by. It would be good to have company, plus she could get her tractors up and running. 

“I will see you then, Lucy,” Dane said as they walked away, Lucy hopping into her truck before taking off herself. Happy to know a friend would be dropping by that weekend. 

***

Lucy sits on the edge of the kitchen counter looking at the drywall she’d managed to get in. It wasn’t the greatest job but with a little mud and paint it would look good as new. Well, Lucy hoped it would. She took a pull of her beer, desperately wishing she had picked out some crappy Chinese food before coming home. 

Her hands taps at the counter, her arms were too sore to keep going right now. Tomorrow she’d hopefully get the mudding done, her hand dug into her pocket and pulling out her phone. 

Opening it up, she clicks on the messaging icon opening up a text thread with Cooper.  Just as quickly closing it, placing the phone on the counter. 

“No, we are not gonna bother the man,” Lucy hums, slipping off the counter and going into the laundry room and opening up the big chest freezer. Rifling around she found some ground beef and frozen mixed vegetables, it would pass as dinner. 

Sitting on the couch she flicked on the TV, scrolling through the different apps to find something to watch. Somehow there never seemed to be anything of interest, instead, she flicked over to some Lost, a guilty pleasure. Did the ending satisfy? No, not at all. Lucy preferred to imagine something different. Maybe something happier, or less flippant. 

Her phone buzzed beside her plate of food, Cooper Howard, popped up across her screen. She put her fork down and flipped it open, swallowing as she hit the message icon, a small grin pulling at her lips. 

Cooper: Hey, thought you should know the Mama from this morning is doing good :) 

Lucy smiles, was she smiling more since meeting Cooper? Shaking her head, she was happy to know the cow was doing okay. Having a stillborn mummified calf could mean that something was seriously wrong inside. Or it could mean nothing at all, that was the tricky part about livestock. 

Lucy: Hey, thanks for keeping me posted, hope she continues to do well. 

Cooper: Did you end up getting the drywall?

Lucy waits for a moment before replying: Yeah, got most of the holes filled in

She winces at the framing of the words but tries not to overthink it. Wasn't like there were many other ways to describe what she was doing. 

Copper: Want to do a calf check in the morning? I will come help with the mudding. 

Lucy smiles, she was not going to turn down the offer of having Cooper over: Deal. What time tomorrow?

Cooper: 6 am, I can pick you up

Lucy felt her cheeks redden at the message, she typed out: Why don’t you come over tonight- Then promptly deleted it, her hand coming up to cover her face. What was she thinking? No that would not do, like the man needs more on his plate.

Instead, she wrote: Sounds good, I will see you then.

Turning back to her food, Lucy tried not to let her mind run too much. Cooper was sweet, kind, caring, and goddamn gorgeous. She worried at her lip, remembering the way the cow had booped Cooper’s hand. How he’d comfort her, the man was something else. 

She rubs at her face, having missed most of the episode she was on. Sleep was on the menu, it was already well past ten, and five am would be coming like a freight train. 

Looking over at her room Lucy feels a shiver run up her spine. Shaking her head, Lucy went over grabbing a blanket, pillow, and her charging cable. Keeping the kitchen light on, she left Lost playing as she curls up under the blanket. She’d work on sleeping in her room later. 

***

The alarm went off loud enough that Lucy fell off the couch, confused as to where the hell she was. Blinking a few times, remembering that she had crashed on the couch. Groaning, she grabbed her phone, turning off the alarm, wanting nothing more than to curl back up under the blanket. Instead, Lucy pushed herself up onto her feet. The coffee pot switched on, she made her way to the bedroom. Stopping at the entryway, her body refused to go any further, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. 

Lucy pushes her hand in and turns on the light, eyes blinking at the bright space. No shadows moved, nothing peered out from behind the closet door. Yet she still couldn’t move. Turning her head she looks out the door, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. 

Outside the door, across the deck, in the shadow of the forest were two glowing orange eyes. Standing roughly seven feet off the ground, the eyes stare back at her unblinking. Lucy was scrambling backward trying to get away as she trips and falls over the laundry basket crashing onto the floor with a loud bang. Her screaming rang in her ears as she lay splayed out on the floor. Lucy’s chest heaving, her eyes squeezed closed as she tries to will the image away. Shaking on the floor, Lucy pushes the laundry basket away to look at the patio door. Whatever had been there was gone, no eyes, no creature, nothing. 

“What is going on?” Lucy shutters, staring out the door for another minute. “Okey dokey,” She let out a few breaths focusing on lowering her heart rate. “Time to get dressed, Lucy.”

Dressed in leggings and a big shirt, she finds her overalls and slips them on with a big sweater. Filling her biggest to-go coffee cup, she takes several sips of coffee finally feeling somewhat more alive. Trying to convince herself that the orange floating eyeballs from this morning were sleep delusions. Or something other than a creature staring into her house from the forest. 

A knock on her door cleared her mind, she threw a few bits and pieces into a bag. Snagging her coffee and keys she opens the door to see Cooper standing there. He has a tan leather jacket on, a white cowboy hat, and perfectly fitted jeans. His face breaks into a crooked grin when he sees Lucy in the doorway. Her face goes flush as he looks her over the same way she just had. 

“Good mornin’ Miss MacLean.” Cooper drawls, his tongue darting out over his lips, making Lucy feel warm all over. She could get used to him looking at her like that. 

Lucy swallows, “Morning, Mr.Howard. Ready to be on our way.” Happy that her voice didn’t break as she moved through the doorway, locking it behind her.

Cooper held out his arm, Lucy doing her best not to trip over her own feet, as she took his arm. The two walking down to his truck, it was still running and warm inside against the cool spring air. He opened the door for her, and she hopped in. 

***

The calf check was thankfully uneventful, Cooper driving the two of you back to his family farm. His mom, Dorthoy, asked Cooper to bring her over for breakfast. The home was country chic in every way, two-story, white, with a large vaulted front window facing west. 

A deck wrapped from the front door around the back, and the yard was filled with Dorothy's plants. Still dormant now, but come spring the whole place would be filled with flowers. Coop pulls up beside the other vehicles on the dirt road, just outside the separate garage. 

Janey came running outside, in pjs and gumboots, shouting excitedly for her Dad. Lucy smiles as Cooper scoops up his daughter and swings her around in his arms. 

“Eeee” The little girl giggled, Mathias poking his head out the door and watching the two. 

“Hey Mathias,” Lucy smiled at the older boy, he frowned but walked out, socked feet not going further than the front mat.

“Hey buddy,” Cooper smiled, ruffling his brown hair. His frown deepened as Lucy came into the front door.

Lucy toed off her boots, thankful her overalls were mostly clean. She placed her bag by the door before following Cooper deeper into the house. The smell of bacon and coffee made her stomach growl. 

“Are you having breakfast here?” Mathias questioned, standing in the dining room. Hands on his hips, looking at Lucy with narrowed eyes she moved into the kitchen. 

“Mathias, don’t be rude,” Came the chipper voice of Dorothy, she was a stocky woman, with perfectly pined grey hair. Her face marked by the sun with crow's feet and smile lines, she could have easily played Mrs. Clause. 

“Good morning, Mrs. Howard,” Lucy beams, as she helps grab cups and plates for the table. Setting them out as Janey grabbed forks and knives for each seat. 

“Lucy, please call me Dot,” Dorothy smiled, filling each cup with coffee. “We’re all family here,”

Lucy and Cooper finished setting the table, bacon, eggs, and toast piled onto dishes in the center of the table. Richard Howard came in slowly, leaning heavily on his cane. The man had once stood at the same height as his son, now was stooped over with pain as he came to sit at the head of the table. Lucy felt her heart clench, an all too familiar sight before her. A flashback of Tim, the man who had once ducked through doorways stooped over as he shuffled from his bed to the bathroom. She swallows but does her best not to stare, helping Janey get seated instead. 

“Good to see you, Lucy,” Richard said with a small smile, wincing as he shifted in his chair. “Thank you, for helping Cooper.”

“Not a problem, Mr. Howard.” Lucy says as she helps Mathias scoop food onto his plate. He was still glaring at her, but she let it go. Kids would be kids. It wasn’t like she didn’t understand what it was like to lose a parent. 

***

Lucy waves at the kids as they load onto the bus, Mathias waves back with a small smile. Janey had clung onto her Dad, practically having to be peeled off the man to get her onto the bus. They both climbed back into the truck as the bus left. 

“Sorry about Matt,” Cooper added as they drove to Lucy’s place. “He has had a rough go, gets uncomfortable with new folks.”

Lucy shrugged, “It’s okay, little guy has been through a lot. I was similar at his age.”

Cooper nods as they turn down Lucy’s driveway, “I try to do my best with him, but he knows his Granddad is dying.” He swallows as he parks the truck, “Little guy can only handle so much.”

Lucy reaches over squeezing Cooper's arms, “You’re a good Dad, Cooper Howard.”

Cooper swallows looking out the windshield, his knuckles going white as he grips the steering wheel. "I feel like I am drowning most days. Hated having to move them so far." He rubs his jaw, "But we couldn't stay either."

Lucy keeps her hand on his arm, listening to him patiently. His shoulders were drawn tight like he was carrying the weight of the world.

"I am sorry," He murmurs, "We should - ah - go in."

"What if we help each other?" Lucy says, her mouth running before her brain can catch up. "I know, you have so much going on. With the farm, being a Dad, your own Dad. Plus you throw me into the mix with all my wack-a-do problems. Doesn't make it easy." She stops, trying to find out where this train of thought is heading. "But, umm, maybe between the two of us, we could make things work. Two heads is always better than one, and we work well together."

Cooper watching her with an unreadable expression on his face. Lucy felt her stomach twist, wondering if she may have gone too far.

"If that's something you might like to do?" Lucy looks away, moving her hand away to get out of the car before more words spill out of her mouth.

"Lucy," Cooper says, his voice so soft it's almost a whisper. "I would like that. Be nice to have someone who gets it."

SIX

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[remersgf]

REMER WITH A BREEDING KINK ‼️‼️‼️ I REPEAT HIM WATCHING CUM LEAK FROM YOU I REPEAT HIM GETTING INSTANTLY HARD WATCHING YOU WHINE AS YOU ARE FULL OF HIM PLEASE WE NEED A ONE SHOT!!! Ily ily < 3

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doug remer x fem!reader

1.3k words

cw: smut, breeding, size kink (kinda), mention of pregnancy, unprotected p in v sex

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“so fuckin’ beautiful like this,”

underneath remer, as you had been for the past hour, you laid on your back while he pounded unrelentingly into you. who’s surprised! legs over the shoulders, sticky sheets, the whole nine yards. you’ve had sex plenty of times, obviously: you did what couples did and yours and doug’s ridiculously high sex drives thrived off each other, but this time it seemed like everything was way more intense. he had your head caged in between his forearms and let his weight crush you, you were completely enveloped in remer. his smell, the warmth of his skin, the pressure of his body on top of you, it drove you crazy. after being denied your orgasm for the (seemingly) millionth time, he was finally ready for you to let go.

“please, honey, wanna feel you cum around me…” he groaned, followed by a sharp gasp directly into your ear.

you whined when you saw his hand trail down your stomach, knowing exactly where his wandering fingers would end up. they lingered on the lower part of your belly first, pressing down into your plush skin so he could feel himself moving inside you.

“watch, baby- i can see myself fucking you… ‘m so big there’s a bulge in your stomach.”

he watched your face, contorted in ecstasy, with his jaw agape. he couldn’t believe how unreal you looked. hair sticking to your forehead, eyes rolling to the back of your head, your mouth wide open to let out gentle moans and gasps. you looked so soft, delicate.

when his hand didn’t budge from its place on your tummy, you silently begged him to touch you further; bucking your hips up as much as you could in your position to try and meet his fingertips.

“please…” you whispered meekly.

“so needy.” he giggled, pressing down on your belly one last time before finally moving down and cupping your pussy.

jolting when you felt his slender fingers meet your core, he collected the dripping slick that threatened to fall down to the sheets before moving up and tracing shapes on your aching clit.

“doug,” you breathed, blinking up at him wantonly.

“i know, i know what you need, baby. i’ll give it to you.”

his fingers danced on your clit at a steady pace, fucking into you simultaneously and nudging his tip against the spongy spot deep within you. you moaned when you remember the first time he found that spot, when you ended up soaking him and the bed and fell asleep that night in soggy sheets.

the thought alone pulled you over the edge, drawing remer close so you had something to grab onto.

a tumbled, whiny moan rattled out of you as you let go, head lolled back and neck straining. you were absolutely helpless under him; pathetically trying to squirm around under his body weight and whining every time his fingers made a revolution around your clit. doug watched you fall apart with desperate eyes, groaning when your sharp nails dug into his shoulders.

he slowed down and pressed frenzied kisses to your neck as he fucked you through your orgasm, observing your face to make sure you were okay while gently rocking into you.

“oh my god…” you murmured to yourself, still blissfully clenching around his throbbing cock.

“feel good?” remer panted, stuttering hips failing him when he tried to stay still inside you.

“mhm… doug?”

“yeah?”

“i don’t want you to pull out when you cum, will you do it inside this time?”

you swore you could see his eyes light up at your request. it was almost like a switch flipped in him, grabbing your ankles and spreading your legs further apart before thrusting into you harshly.

“i’ve been waiting for you to ask me that for weeks now, fuck yes i’ll cum in you,” he groaned shakily, nearly growling out of fervor.

his hair tickled your face when he looked down in between your bodies to see himself slide in and out of your core. his cock felt delicious: dragging in and out of you and stretching your walls perfectly. he fucked into you at such a vigorous pace you knew you were gonna have trouble walking in the morning.

when he got closer he started wailing softly, and you had to scan his face to gauge if it was in pain or pleasure. it was definitely the latter. with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, his eyes fluttered closed as his hips faulted. he was so far gone, knowing that he was finally going to fill you full of his cum instead of spilling on your belly made him moan girlishly.

“gonna do it, baby. gonna pump you full of my fuckin’ cum. gonna watch it spill out of y- fuck,” he panted, face twisted in a wicked display of need.

you reached up and held his face as he fucked you, a giggle threatening to escape your lips at his concentrated expression. your soft pleas for him went through his ear and straight to his cock, jaw clenching at your delicate voice. the only warnings he gave you before cumming were cursing and digging his fingertips into your skin, keeping an iron-grip hold on your plush hips.

“shit, oh fuck- ah-!”

he pushed into you finally with his cock pulsing and releasing within you a foreign, gooey warmth coating your walls. it was insanely intimate, and the risk of possibly getting pregnant made you feel light-headed with elation. you watched him press inside you, riding out his orgasm and trying to produce and fuck as much cum into you as possible.

when he slowed and stopped he remained inside, panting above you and letting himself collapse against your body. with your legs still sitting on remer’s shoulders, you were bent like a fucking pretzel. you felt his hot breath against your neck and his dick softening around your core; a uniquely gratifying feeling.

you stayed like that for a little bit, enjoying his weight on top of you, letting him bury his face in your neck as you scratched his back soothingly. after a while he picked himself back up, facing you with a wide, lazy grin.

“prop yourself up on your elbows, watch me pull out,” he murmured, letting your legs fall from his shoulders and sitting up ever so slightly on his knees to get a good view.

“are you ready?”

you were more than ready, skin tingling with anticipation as you whined, “c’mon, doug, i wanna see it!”

he intended to tease you for a little longer, but in reality, that’s not what he wanted. he’s been waiting to see his cum drip from your cunt for forever, he wasn’t going to delay it any longer. slowly, he slid out of you with a wince. you both watched intently, eyes trained on your crotch.

as soon as the tip of his dick eased out of you, so did a string of white.

“fuck…” remer muttered, “baby, um- do you think you could, maybe like, push it out?”

you raised your eyebrows at his request and giggled, hoisting yourself up and letting your hands hold your weight. awestruck and already becoming hard again, he waited patiently for you.

you did exactly as he asked, making yourself clench around nothing in hopes of watching his dna seep from you. it worked.

a spurt of white liquid oozed from your core with a final clench, dripping down all the way to your ass and onto the sheets. you clenched and pushed until there was nothing left to escape you, until both you and doug were fully satisfied.

“that was the hottest fuckin’ thing i’ve ever seen. ever. can i do it again?” he breathed before a wicked grin crept on his face.

“only if you’re buying the plan b.”

“deal.”

he flipped you on your stomach and raised your hips towards him, pumping his lubricated dick before tapping it on your pussy, glazed with white.

“thank you,” he whispered, sinking back into you with no hesitation.

[specialagentlokitty]

Melendez x reader - our stories

Grumbling under your breath, you stormed over and slammed the file on the table.

“Your results.”

“Is that the way you treat the people you work with?” Melendez asked.

“Only arrogant assholes who think they’re better than everybody else.”

“Keep it up and you’ll be written up.”

You said nothing and he picked up the file to read through it.

“Run them again.”

“I’ve just run them, it’s a waste of time, clearly we need to start antibiotics.”

“And I’m telling you to run these tests again, so go.”

“It’s scut work!”

“And that’s what you’re on until you start treating people with respect.”

You scoffed.

“I’ll respect you when you start respecting me and Shaun.”

With that, you walked off and turned to Shaun who was waiting outside.

“Did you get in trouble?”

“No Shaun, I didn’t. And you’re not either, come on.”

He quickly followed you.

“I could hear you shouting.”

“It’s nothing Shaun, let’s just go rerun those tests.”

“Okay.”

You were still stuck on scut work like you always were, and you were debating moving to a different hospital.

You had plenty of offers from other places, you were a highly sought out candidate for a residency.

So after a few more weeks of clashing heads with with Melendez, you began looking at a few vacancies, weighing up your options.

When your phone began to ring, you looked at it and chose to ignore it, since you didn’t want to speak to your boss.

When it kept ringing you simply just sent a message saying you were sick and turned your phone off.

But then your house phone began to ring, and with a heavy sigh you walked over and answered it.

“What?”

You listened to the voice of the nurse on the other end, and you were already rushing around trying to gather everything.

“I’m on my way.”

Hanging up, you tossed it aside, changed, grabbed your mobile phone and rushed out of your apartment.

You drove as fast as you could to the hospital, running straight into the ER.

“You’re late and ignoring a call in.”

“Shut up.” You snapped.

“I have put up with you long enough, I will be writing you up and we will be having a meeting about your behaviour so let’s go.”

“No.”

You began rummaging through all the files, looking for a specific one.

“That is enough!”

Melendez took the files away from you, and you slapped his hand away making a few people stop before they carried on.

“This kind of behaviour I would expect from Shaun, but from you? You are out of control and out of line.”

You barged past him, and you began to look at all of the rooms.

“Is this you trying to prove a point? You’re being childish!” Melendez snapped.

You carried on ignoring him and he grabbed your arm.

“Stop!”

You spun around, shoving him backwards.

“Don’t you dare touch me.”

With that, you carried on and you disappeared from his sight.

He didn’t have time to chance you, he had things to be doing so that’s what he went to do, deciding he would deal with you afterwards.

So he went to his next patient with Claire, Jared and Shaun.

“My sister…”

“One of the nurses reached out to your family Joshua, she’s coming.” Melendez smiled.

Joshua took a weak breath, nodding his head as he let the doctors check on him.

“You need new lungs.” Shaun said.

“Murphy.” Melendez snapped.

The door was slammed open, and you rushed over to Joshua, taking his hand in yours.

“You came…” he whispered.

You placed your hand on his head.

“Of course I came.”

You looked to Melendez before turning to the others.

“Help him.” You said quietly.

“We’ll do everything we can.” Jared said.

You nodded and pulled a chair over to sit next to your brother, only half listening to everything that was being said.

Not long later Melendez came back in.

“I need to ask a few follow up questions.”

“Let him sleep.”

“Alright. Then I’ll ask you. Can we talk over here?”

You nodded, getting up to follow him but you wouldn’t leave the room, so he closed the door, letting you stay inside.

You kept your eyes closely on your brother.

“When he came in we did some tests, and an MRI on his lungs revealed masses we can’t make sense off.”

“So what do you want?” You asked.

“I want to know why, or I want permission to run some more tests. Until we figure out what’s causing his issues we can’t help Joshua.”

“What’s your initial prognosis?”

“(Y/N).”

“What is your thoughts?” You asked sternly.

He sighed heavily.

“Right now, a transplant is his best option, but if we know what the cause is we can possibly find the real answer. Either way we will get it.”

“Then run your tests.”

“(Y/N), I want to help your brother.”

“Run the tests.”

With that, you walked away.

Melendez wasn’t sure what he expected from you, but it wasn’t that.

He knew you wanted to help your brother, but he wasn’t expecting you to be so recluse about your life what you would prefer them to run tests over answering a few questions.

But he ran the tests just like you had told him to do.

He came back with everybody with the results, and he looked at the rest of the team.

“Go, get some rest. We’ll handle the next step in the morning.”

He walked into the room and closed the door.

Your brother looked up from his phone, and he set it aside.

“We found some abnormalities on your tests, and we ran a few more with your sisters consent. You have extreme scarring to your lungs.”

Joshua sighed, coughing a little bit.

“I know.”

“You know? Does (Y/N) know?”

“Of course.”

Melendez sighed heavily as he walked over.

“There’s a few possible options, but the only long term solution is a transplant, how did you get scars this bad?”

Joshua smiled a little.

“Smoke burns after a while.” He said.

Melendez gave a look of confusion.

“When I was a kid.. I was trapped in a fire, but the hospital didn’t look that hard at me.”

“You have no other scars indicating damage from a fire.”

“Because I didn’t get burned.”

Joshua looked towards you, and so did Melendez.

“I won’t say anything else.. just do what you have to.”

Melendez nodded his head, and they did what they could to give your brother some more time while he wanted for a more permanent solution.

But the doctor found his attention kept going towards you, and even after your brother was cleared to go home with frequent check ups, and you returned back to work, he had questions.

So finally he decided to act.

“Can we talk?”

You sighed, doing the buttons up on your jacket.

“Make it quick.”

You followed him over to an empty on call room, and he closed the door.

“Joshua explained how he scarred his lungs. It explained he was left in a fire, he explained he never got burned, which for that kind of damage is a miracle.”

“These things happen.”

Melendez sighed.

“I want to run some tests on you to make sure the same thing doesn’t happen to you.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“If you were in the fire for even half as long I doubt it.”

“Listen to my breathing if you want, you won’t find anything.”

He walked over, and he listened to your breath, and it was perfect, not a hint of an issue with your lungs.

“I never breathed in smoke, because I stole an oxygen tank from the firefighters when they weren’t looking, I stole two, one for me one for Joshua.”

You sighed, sitting in the bench.

“My brother didn’t get burned because I did, I covered him so he wouldn’t get hurt.”

You rolled up your sleeve to show him your burned arm, and rolled it back down.

“Our parents were shit, they never loved us, and left us to burn in that fire. And I would’ve stood and watched that house burn down if my brother weren’t in there Melendez.”

You stood up, picking your bag up.

“So before you start thinking everybody is the same pretentious ass that you are, maybe you should take the stick out every once in a while and see we’re all human. We’re all healing over something, and it’s no excuse for you to take out pain out on us.”

“I know, I know and I’m sorry. Okay? I am. I was wrong and I should never have treated you with such disrespect.”

You walked turned to the door.

“Maybe we can start again, as friends?” He asked.

“Not a chance.”

Melendez watched you leave and he ran a hand over his hair.

He had messed up big time, and it was possibly going to cost the hospital and him one of the best surgeons that they had ever seen.

He felt bad.

And he wanted to make it right with you, not only that, but he genuinely did want to know more about you, and get your scars looked at properly.

But he knew it wasn’t going to easy.

Everybody had a story, and he had a feeling that was only a fraction of yours

[skullverse]

➼ from the start ⋆ ★

vernon chwe x female reader---

young love was never easy, and you had your own sour tasting of it. when your childhood best friend, vernon, falls deeply in love with someone else, you wonder if you’d ever get a chance again. to be fair, you’ve been there: from the start.

tags: friends to lovers, fluff, angst (kinda)

word count: 1.7k

first ever post woah. this is a short work based on laufey's 'from the start' but with a happy ending bc i'm a hopeless romantic. enjoy (or don’t idc)

i stirred my watered down iced latte, head in my hand, listening to vernon talk. i had grown tired of listening to him harp on about some ‘soulmate’ he met at the library a few weeks ago. “she’s so perfect!” “blah blah blah,” was all i could hear. i’ve known vernon for as long as i can remember. seeing him this knee deep in love was something new to me. though, the thing that was harder to accept is the fact that he never noticed the little things anymore. how i get quiet when there’s no one else around, how every small act he does makes my cheeks flush pink. when he looks at me with his stupid brown eyes, his gaze reminds me of how he doesn’t feel the same. 

“y/n? y/n~ hello? earth to y/n..” vernon said, waving his hand in my face. i snapped my gaze up, looking at him.

“huh? yeah, she’s cool, or that sucks,” i mumbled, i had no clue what he just said. vernon sighed and wiped his hands on his pants, defeated.

“you’re not listening,” he said sadly.

“well how could i listen? what do you want me to tell you ‘she sounds so dreamy, you’re lucky!’?” i replied. how could i just sit here, listening to the guy i like most talking about another girl? “i just got a little bored of listening.”

“well, could you at least try helping me talk to her?” he asked. i squinted at him. “please y/n,” he pleaded.

“okay, fine,” i said, “but what’s in it for me?”

“er, whatever you want?”

------

i walked into the library hallway, around the same time vernon had gone and met the girl. he gave me a brief description outside. before heading in, we stood around like creeps waiting to see if vernon’s mystery girl walked in. i was talking about my horrible psychology project when vernon suddenly shushed me and hit my arm repeatedly.

“shhh, look! that’s her!” he said in a whisper-yell. i had to admit, she was very pretty. it drove me a bit insane.

“alright, i’ll see what i can do,” i said. no turning back now.

i walked into the huge library, books lining every corner. the big skylight brought in rays of sunlight in every inch of the room. i looked around, trying to spot vernon’s soulmate. after wandering a bit, i saw her in the far corner looking at the rentable cds. 

“can’t believe i’m doing this,” i grumbled, before walking into the music section. i snuck a peek at her, trying to think of something to start my creepy conversation. i noticed she was wearing a pretty lace top, a perfect contender. 

“hi!” i said in a hushed tone, “oh my god i love your top, where’d you get it?” i asked.

her short black hair moved so gracefully as she turned to look at me. she gave me a warm smile before answering.

“aw thanks! i think it’s from a website called cider,” she told me. she was holding a cd: a soundtrack to one of my favorite games.

“is that the persona 5 soundtrack? i love that game!” i said, trying to get more of a conversation. 

“it is! you know that game? it’s one of my favorites,” she said shyly. i excitedly nodded yes. maybe she wasn’t that bad of a person. we stood there talking about our shared love for the game, and found out we actually had a lot in common.

“what’s your name? i think you’re cool!” she asked.

“i’m y/n, you?” i replied.

“i’m scarlett, y’know could i get your number? i’d love to get to know you more!” she asked me.

“score.” i thought to myself. who knew it’d be this easy?

“yeah of course! would you wanna walk to my class together? i left my bag there, maybe we could grab a coffee?” i suggested.

“i’d love that!”

we chatted on our way out of the library. i suddenly remembered that i left vernon waiting for me outside before i entered. i wondered, was he still there?

my questions were answered as i spotted a very impatient vernon standing against the wall. i told my new friend if she could give me a moment.

“wow, woah.” was all vernon said seeing me manage to befriend his crush. “any information?” he whispered.

“better. her number,” i whispered. “now see ya vernon!” i called behind me while waving.

“sorry,” i told scarlett, she seemed like she was in awe.

“woah, who was he?” she asked shyly.

“oh, just my friend vernon, why?” i asked. i took one look at her expression and instantly knew the answer. “oh my god you think he’s cute.”

“well! just a little..” she defended herself, “okay, maybe..”

i smiled and laughed in a form of excitement. vernon would faint if he heard about this. “i’ll set you guys up!”

—two weeks later; y/n’s house.

i had gotten home about an hour ago, planning to work on my project. but all i could think about was how vernon and scarlett liked each other. my head spun as i laid in bed, my blanket covering me entirely. i looked out my window, staring into the blue. what was i to do? two weeks had passed since i set scarlett and vernon up, and they were perfect. they instantly clicked like missing puzzle pieces. the guy i’ve fallen in love with now had the perfect chance of getting a girlfriend. whilst i had to play matchmaker. 

i hadn’t even realized it, but i was crying. tears stung my eyes, my makeup running. it was terrifying. love was truly driving me insane. 

as if my mind was read, my phone chimed, a text. i sighed, grabbing it and turning it over. my eyes took a second to adjust to the bright screen, but i soon saw the two unread texts. it was vernon. ‘hey where r u? thought we agreed to meet up at my place at 5.’ the latest one read: ‘im coming over’. i quickly got up, struggling to keep my balance. i got a look of myself in the mirror, seeing my ruined makeup. i cursed under my breath, taking some makeup remover to wipe up the mess. my eyes were a bit red and puffy, but i doubted that vernon would notice. 

i heard three short knocks at my door. my heart was practically beating out of my chest due to my nerves. the last person i wanted to see was vernon. i slowly made my way over to the door, looking into the peephole. sure enough, there stood vernon, with his hands in his pockets. his fluffy brown hair was messed up. i took a deep breath and opened the door.

“hey,” i said quietly, not daring to look into his eyes.

“yo what happened? you could’ve just called off the plans-hey. y/n, look at me,” he said, suddenly grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him.

his hand fell to his side when he saw my face. red, puffy, horrified.

“are you okay?” he asked cautiously. he made his way in, closing the door behind him.

“i’m fine, what’re you talking about?” 

“no you’re not, you’ve clearly been crying. i can tell because-”

i quickly cut him off, “okay, so what? why do you suddenly care? shouldn’t you be hanging out with scarlett and making her your girlfriend?” i spat out.

“what? can i not worry about my friend?” he said, hurt. 

“vernon, that’s the problem. you haven’t been worrying about your friend,” the word ‘friend’ hurt to say, knowing that it was all he saw me as. “it’s just..you’ve been so focused on scarlett. ever since that day at the cafe, i just saw you change. hell, she was all you talked about until you found out that i set you two up! it’s like you forgot about my entire existence and replaced me. it hurts vernon, it hurts a lot.” i muttered. 

vernon was about to say something, but i managed to cut him off, “it hurts seeing you fall in love with someone knowing that i’ve had the biggest crush on you from the start,” i blurted. i gasped and covered my mouth, instantly regretting my last words. i could feel tears welling up in my eyes again.

as i started to cry, vernon grabbed my arms and held me close to him. though i couldn’t see his face, i knew he’d have a shocked expression. we stood, hugging, embracing each other’s warmth. i sobbed, unable to stop the tears from flowing. i felt his chin at the top of my head, resting.

“i just wish you had told me sooner y/n,” vernon finally spoke up, breaking our hug.

“am i too late?” i replied, looking down. 

“nope, i’d say you’re right on time,” he said, smiling. “i had to get this off my chest sooner or later, i’ve felt the exact same. you just beat me to it. the only reason why i ‘liked’ scarlett was because i thought you wouldn’t see me as more than a friend,” he rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward smile.

i couldn’t help but let out a laugh, i couldn’t believe it. i wiped my tears with my sleeve, looking up at him. “did your forcing work?” i asked.

“i can’t just get rid of my feelings for you that easily. hell, just thinking of you, i knew i’ve loved you from the beginning,” he shyly admitted. 

“i think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said,” i said laughing. 

he sat me down on my couch, wiping the remaining tears off of my face. i felt my face burn up, realizing how close we were. his fingers grazed my cheek, slowly trailing down to my lips. he paused, hesitating. 

“can i beat you to it this time?” he asked, breaking the silence.

i laughed, “go right ahead.”

he smiled fondly, leaning in and closing the small gap between us. he kissed me slowly, holding my chin up slightly. my hands interlaced with his soft hair, deepening the kiss. we eventually broke apart, for the sake of our lungs. i looked up at him, smiling like a loon. he held my hands, peppering kisses on my fingers. 

“i’ve loved you y/n. from the start.”

----end.

skullverse 01.

[allsadnshit]

Those 35mm photos are beautiful! If you don’t mind, and sorry if you’ve answered this before, but would you mind sharing how you and your husband met? You two have a beautiful relationship

oh jeez everyone knows this is my favorite question lol

my husband and I met through being tumblr mutuals when we were probably around 17! we lived in the same state but still 6 hours apart so we never thought of each other as a tangible person to know and meet, it was truly just a silly little internet friendship liking each other's posts and occasionally messaging about little things like books we were reading or music we listened to but never anything lengthy or personal.

that went on for like 7-8 years, sometimes not talking for a long period of time because we really were just internet friends! then when I was 24, before my endometriosis diagnostic surgery, I was at my absolute sickest I'd ever been. pretty much totally house-ridden and also in a really transitional moment because I had just finally had a long term very not fulfilling relationship end + was processing a lot alone quarantined in my house because covid lockdowns just started. I had a conversation with a really close friend where I said I felt like I had always just been dating passively in relation to who was close by and never really on "dream person" levels and she asked who I'd hit up if I could date anyone and Myles was who came to mind to me! So the next time he dm'd me on ig about something silly like complimenting my new shoes I posted I flirted for the first time and he responded enthusiastically and we realized we had always quietly had little crushes on each other!

we talked every day for like a month while I moved to a new short term lease and went through lots of urgent care visits figuring out my next moves medically, and he decided we couldn't wait any longer to meet so he bought a car and drove 5 hours to pittsburgh in the night after work one weekend and we met outside my new apartment that had no furniture yet at 1 am and spent the whole night talking. we knew we were very very in love right away, and even though that first weekend ended with him having to take me to the ER from extreme pain that turned out to be from constipation because of how truly nervous I was LOL he came back a week or two later and stayed full week! at the end of that week we decided he'd move in with me for the rest of my 6 month lease while I got surgery then moved to philly to finish his lease together.

myles and I both hadn't ever really been in a relationship so serious or passionate so it was really really scary at times when we fought or felt like we would mess things up with each other but we both dug really deep to learn how to talk to each other in a way we had never communicated with anyone else and touched some really important parts of ourselves to really get to know one another's fears and desires and eloped a little over a year after meeting!

he's totally changed my understanding how much you can trust, depend on, or love someone. it's opened me up to healing in every other part of my life (going to therapy, having big talks my family, starting new careers, etc) <3

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𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸 : 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚎

Y/N layed on the ground on the roof as blood continued to pour out of her gunshot wound, soaking her sweat pants.  

“We gotta get you to the hospital, baby,” Wooyoung panicked looking down at her thigh.

“No,” Y/N snarled. “I’m not going to a hospital.”

“But you were shot,” Wooyoung argued with concern written all over his face.

“Give me your knife,” Y/N commanded, putting her hand out for him to place his knife into.

“What?” Wooyoung asked.

“Don’t play dumb,” Y/N snapped. “I know you have a knife…give it to me now.”

Wooyoung swallowed harshly before grabbing the knife he had strapped to his ankle. 

“Ok,” Y/N nodded. “Now I need duct tape and super glue.”

“For what?” Wooyoung wondered.

“Now’s not the time, Wooyoung,” Y/N snapped. “Just get me what I need now.”

Wooyoung quickly got up and ran into the house to retrieve the items that Y/N needed.

She lifted her butt off of the ground using the strength from her uninjured leg, pulling her sweatpants down to expose her thighs. Wooyoung returned to see Y/N using the knife to dig into her thigh with hopes of retrieving the bullet from her leg. 

“Are you nuts?” Wooyoung gasped.

Y/N stopped digging around to look up at him irritated, “there’s a fucking bullet in my thigh, it can’t stay in there, so THIS is my only fucking option.” she snapped. “If you’re just gonna complain about it, maybe you should just go check on the person who put the bullet there to begin with.”

“I’m sorry babe,” Wooyoung sighed, leaning down to get closer to her. “I just don’t want to see you in pain.”

She smirked at him as a red glint flashed through her eyes, “who said I was in pain?”

Y/N finally retrieved the bullet and dropped it onto the ground. She lined the hole with super glue and pressed it closed, sealing the skin together, then placed duct tape on top.

“See,” she said, smiling at Wooyoung, “good as new.”

“I don’t know if I’d say that,” he argued. “But you did a pretty good job.”

Y/N placed her bloody index finger, seductively into her mouth while making eye contact with Wooyoung, “it would be a shame to let all this blood go to waste.”

Wooyoung smirked as he moved closer to her, pressing his lips firmly against hers.  “God I love you,” he whispered.

“I know you do,” she said, grabbing a handful of his hair.

San ran into Seonghwa’s office, still carrying Jongho bridal style. “We need to get Jongho to the hospital,” he yelled.

“What the fuck happened to him,” Seonghwa panicked.

“I don’t know,” San said. “I just found him like this, but he’s in and out of consciousness.”

Yeosang entered the room, shocked when he saw the current situation. “Where’s Hongjoong? I thought he was the one who was shot?” he asked.

“He’s fine, he was wearing his vest,” Seonghwa explained. “But Jongho wasn’t that lucky. We gotta get him to the er now.”

San started walking out of the office, Seonghwa and the others following closely behind. They ran outside to a hummer parked in the driveway, San placed jongho into the backseat and Seonghwa crawled in next to him, gently holding his head. San got into the driver's seat, yeosang in the passenger's seat and they drove off headed towards the hospital at top speed. 

“Come on buddy,” Seonghwa whispered, “you can’t leave me.”

Jongho opened his eyes, “bit shot he…” he managed to gurgle before losing consciousness again.

“What did he say?” Yeosang asked, turning around to look at the two in the back seat.

“Bit-sho-he,” seonghwa repeated, still rubbing jongho’s head.

When they reached the hospital, San pulled up to the front door, throwing the car into park. He got out and assisted Seonghwa in getting Jongho out of the back seat. Seonghwa carried Jongho inside as the other two followed.  

Seonghwa, San, and Yeosang were forced to sit in a private waiting room as the medical staff took Jongho into emergency surgery. Shortly after Yunho, Mingi, and Hongjoong arrived at the hospital.

“How’s he doing?”Hongjoong asked.

Seonghwa lifted his head from where he had it resting in his hands, with tear stains on his cheek and said, “no word, yet.”

“Where’s Wooyoung?” Yeosang asked.

“I couldn’t find him,” Mingi announced.

“I also couldn’t find Wang’s body,” Yunho said.

“What do you mean, you couldn’t find it?” Seonghwa snarled.

“I went down to where Y/N said she killed him,” Yunho started. “And his body wasn’t there.”

“Yunho,” Seonghwa snapped. “Are you sure you didn’t move his body into your room?”

“No I swear,” Yunho exclaimed. “I was planning on maybe doing that, I mean I wanted to touch him and see if it would be the same but like I said, the body was already gone. Blood was everywhere but no body.”

“Did anyone else move the body?” Seonghwa asked, looking around, everyone shook their heads. “What the fuck, why won’t this mother fucker stay dead?”

San stood up and left the waiting room without saying anything. He took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed his friend. After a few rings, Wooyoung answered, annoyed, “what?”

“Where are you?” San asked.

“At home,” Wooyoung answered.

“You need to get your ass down here now,” San ordered.

“Why?”Wooyoung asked. “I hope that mother fucker dies.”

“You need to knock that the fuck off, Woo,” San growled.

“He shot my girl, he got what he deserved,” Wooyoung said, proudly.

“That maybe but for now we’re gonna continue to let everyone think this was the doing of Seven,” San said. “I told Seonghwa I didn’t know what happened to him and I just found him like this. He won’t give a shit about your reasoning at this point.”

“What if he manages to survive?” Wooyoung asked. “He’ll be more pissed that we weren’t honest.”

“The chances of Jongho surviving this are slim,” San stated. “Just get your ass down here and pretend you're concerned.”

“Whatever,” Wooyoung snarled, hanging up the phone.

A few hours later Wooyoung and yn arrived at the hospital. They entered the hospital room to see everyone but Seonghwa sitting in silence. 

“Any news?” Wooyoung asked.

“No, he’s still in surgery,” Yeosang sighed without looking up from the laptop he had positioned on his lap.

Unbeknownst to Wooyoung, Y/N secretly slid her hand inside his jacket pocket to retrieve his cellphone and shoving inside her pocket. She turned to Wooyoung and whispered into his ear, “I’m thirsty, I’m gonna go find something to drink.”

“Ok baby, be careful,” Wooyoung smiled before walking over and sitting next to San who gently patted Wooyoung’s thigh.

Y/N walked out of the waiting room and strolled down the long hallway towards the vending machine room that she had previously visited. “I doubt this hospital visit will be as eventful as the last one,” she laughed to herself.

She entered the room and saw Seonghwa standing towards one of the machines with his head down, unaware of her presence. She crept up behind him and gently touched his back, “everything will be ok,” she whispered.

Seonghwa turned to her, with bloodshot eyes and said, “I don’t know if it will be this time. By the time we got Jongho here, he was completely unconscious and lost so much blood. I don’t know if he’ll be able to pull through this one.”

“I’m so sorry, Seonghwa,” Y/N whispered. 

“I failed him,” Seonghwa announced. “I promised to always protect my family and I wasn’t able to protect Jongho. I don’t know if I’ll be able to move on if he doesn’t pull through.”

“Seonghwa, come on. This wasn’t your fault. You had no control over this and you did everything you could to protect your family,” Y/N argued. “You can’t blame yourself for something like this.”

“That’s a lot easier said than done,” he argued as another tear escaped his eye causing him to look away not wanting her to see.

Y/N grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her, “you don’t have to be embarrassed to cry. It’s ok to be upset in this situation. It doesn’t make you any less of a man.”

“I’m not embarrassed, I just don’t want YOU to see me like this,” he announced.

“Why not?” Y/N wondered.

“You and I have been through a lot of ups and downs,” Seonghwa started. “I haven’t always been the nicest to you and I’ve done quite a lot of really fucked up things. I’ve been trying to make it up to you though.”

“I know you have,” Y/N agreed with a slight smile on her face.

“I need to tell you something,” Seonghwa sighed. “But it has to stay here between us.”

“Ok,” Y/N nodded, holding her breath, waiting for what the confession was going to be.

“When we cooked dinner together, I started feeling something towards you,” Seonghwa started, “and then we had a wonderful evening at the aquarium. I had so much fun and I really enjoyed watching you and seeing all the excitement you were experiencing. I kind of want to be able to keep doing things like that for you, no with you.”

“Seonghwa…” Y/N said.

“No just hear me out,” Seonghwa interrupted. “I never felt like this towards anyone before and I’m not sure how to explain this but I think I’m developing some serious feelings and I don’t know what to do with them, because I know you and Woo have something special too and I would never do anything to hurt him.”

Y/N looked down at the ground, feeling some guilt about everything but only momentarily. She pondered the situation before speaking.

“I think I might have some feelings for you too, but I can’t say for sure,” Y/N confessed.

Seonghwa wrapped his arms around y/n pulling her close against his body so he could feel her heartbeat against his. “I wish I could feel this every day,” Seonghwa whispered before releasing her and heading to the entrance of the room. “But I have to face reality for now and I have to go back and tend to the important matters at hand.”

Y/N didn’t know how to respond so she silently watched his departure from the room then returned to her task of getting a drink. She purchased a bottle of water and left the room with the bottle in hand. She strolled down the hallway in the opposite direction of the waiting room. “He’s gonna be in surgery for awhile, I'll find something to entertain me until then,” Y/N said to herself before she started to skip down the hall.

Half way down the hall a door opened and someone yanked Y/N inside the empty hospital room. Y/N turned around, excited to see who was ready to have some fun.

“I need you to tell me what happened before I came to the roof,” San said.

“Well hello to you too,” Y/N smiled.

“Seriously,” San rolled his eyes, “what happened up there?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N continued to smile, “a lot of things happened. I got shot then Jongho got shot then you came out and stopped the party.”

“The party?” San repeated. “That’s a fucked up description of a fucking party.”

“I’m not using the word, literally,” Y/N snapped. “It’s a good thing you got there when you did though. Because if not we would probably be dealing with a completely different situation.”

“I know for a fact we would be,” San nodded.

“You know San, I find you completely irresistible,” Y/N confessed as she seductively bit her lower lip.

“You do?” San asked, moving closer to her.

“I really do,” Y/N nodded as she placed her hands onto his chest. “Who wouldn’t though? Feel this body.”

“I find you pretty attractive myself but, Wooyoung really likes you and i couldn’t do that to him,” San said with his words but his body welcomed her touch.

She ran her right hand down over his abs making her way to the large bulge in his pants and lightly squeezed, “you didn’t think about that when you tried to sleep with me last time we were in a room like this.”

“That was then and this is now,” San argued. “I can’t do that to Woo.”

“Hmmm,” Y/N smirked, “I wonder what our good friend Wooyoung would think about you trying to fuck his girl while he was unconscious after his surgery. Maybe, I should fill him in on that fun fact.”

“You can’t tell him that,” San ordered. “It will kill him.”

“The truth will set you free, Mr. San,” Y/N smiled. “And to be honest, I’d feel alot better about myself if I came clean to him.”

Rage overtook San’s body, a feeling that he had trouble controlling. Before he knew what he was doing, he wrapped his hands around Y/N’s throat squeezing. “I will fucking kill you, bitch,” he snarled.

“Oh yesss, daddy,” Y/N managed to get out as she squeezed his dick with one hand and jammed her nails into his back.

San continued to squeeze her throat for a few seconds until reality sunk in, he quickly released her, “what the fuck am I doing?” he asked himself while looking at his hands.

“Why’d you stop?” Y/N asked between breaths, “things were just starting to get good.”

“You’re sick,” San announced before racing out of the room, leaving Y/N in the empty hospital room, alone.

“This sucks,” Y/N said to herself, “Nobody wants to play today.”

She regained her composure and happily skipped out of the room and down the hallway with another plan in her head. She made her way to the elevator and took it down to the basement. Y/N took Wooyoung’s phone out of her pocket and sent a text to Yunho.

Y/N: Let’s play a game

YUNHO: What game?

Y/N: Hide and seek

YUNHO: Here?

Y/N: I’m currently laying somewhere special. I’m surrounded by a lot of people who are unable to breathe. I’m cold and naked and waiting for you to warm me up.

YUNHO: but you’re breathing

Y/N: I’ll hold my breath

YUNHO: I WILL FIND YOU

Y/N placed the phone back into her pocket and entered a room labeled ‘morgue’. She took her clothing off, only leaving her bra and panties on and laid on top of a cold metal table, patiently waiting for her playmate.

It felt like an eternity until the door opened and Yunho silently entered. His eyes lit up when he saw Y/N laying still on the table. She didn’t look up, or move in the slightest trying to keep the moment alive.

Yunho crept over and caressed her cheek, “damn it,” he snarled, “this won’t work.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, exhaling slowly, “oh my fucking god, why not?”

“You’re not cold enough,” Yunho announced.

“Damn it, Yunho,” Y/N snarled. “Can’t you just pretend I’m colder?”

“I never had sex with a person who had normal body temperature, I don’t know if I can do it,” he explained.

“Come here,” Y/N said, signaling him to come closer with the movement of her index finger.

He leaned down closer to her face, staring at her wide eyed, not blinking once.

She grabbed his hand, placing it onto her breast, “do you like this?”

Yunho nodded with an eerie smile on his face. She moved his hand down her body and placed it on her panties. “Do you like this?” she asked.

Yunho nodded again. He pulled his hand back and removed his jacket, tossing it onto the ground. He pulled his shirt over his head and wrapped it around her neck. “I’m gonna have to try to kill you,” Yunho announced. 

“Try?” Y/N repeated.

“I fucking told you that I would never actualy kill you on purpose,” Yunho yelled getting very pissed.

“Oh yea that's right,” Y/N nodded a little confused but decided to go along with his plan out of complete boredom.

“You need to fight a little,” Yunho ordered as he started twisting the shirt as a tourniquet to constrict her breathing. “Then stop and lay fucking still. GOD DAMN THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUCKING HOT!”

“Stop it,” Y/N pretended to scream, “you’re hurting me.”

Yunho smacked her face, “Shut the fuck up, slut,” he snarled as he continued to twist the shirt.

Y/N was able to feel Yunho’s excitement from the situation developing in his pants so she pretended to fight him a little longer to make sure he would be at the point of no return. Once there was no longer a doubt that he was fully excited she closed her eyes and leaned her head to the side.

Yunho unbuttoned his pants and slid them down to his ankles. He ripped her panties off with his hands like a rapid beast. He pulled her limp body to the edge of the metal table and forced himself inside of her, deeply thrusting inside. He leaned down and bit Y/N’s chest, above her breast leaving blood dripping out off his lips. She screamed out from the pain. 

“Shut up, dead bitches don’t yell,” Yunho snarled, pushing Y/N’s head down against the metal table. He continued thrusting in and out, his breathing becoming more and more intense, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled out and busted his load over her stomach.

“Fuck,” he yelled throwing his head back. “That was almost better than fucking an actual dead bitch.”

Y/N smirked at him, as she sat up, “Eh, it was ok,” she said.

“We will be doing that again,” he announced.

“We’ll see,” Y/N smiled. “You didn’t have to rip my fucking underwear though. How am I going to explain that one to Woo?”

“Oh shit,” Yunho gulped. “I forgot about him.”

“And you get the award for best friend,” Y/N laughed as she wiped his cum off of her stomach then proceeded to get dressed. “Well, it’s been fun but I think I’m gonna go back to the waiting room.”

“Don’t tell anyone we did that,” Yunho ordered.

“I won’t mention it,” Y/N shrugged. “For now.”

Yunho stared, blankly as she exited the room, leaving him in his happy place.

She went back to the elevator. Once the door opened she walked inside and pressed the floor number that the waiting room was on. The elevator started going up but stopped on another floor and a man wearing a mask walked inside. He pressed a floor number then leaned against the wall.

Y/N looked down at her phone as she felt something being placed over her nose and mouth, everything started to become dizzy. Her eyes became harder and harder to keep open and she lost control of her body. Everything went dark….

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

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[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Sister Harlow : CAR RIDES

A/N : Requested by my buttercup @harlowcomehome and also help from her as well 💚

When the boys decided on driving around town you didn’t think you’d be the one driving since they love to claim you’d almost unalived them plenty of times.

“Okay, where are we going and why?”

“What do you mean? Let’s just vibe.” Jack says from the back car. “Here put this on.”

You turn to look at what he was handing you and you roll your eyes instantly. “Jack, please be for real right now.”

“What? You love my album, so play it.”

“No.”

“Y/N, just play my album.”

“Jackman, I’m driving and I said no.”

Urban shakes his head. “We’re not even moving yet and you two are already fighting.”

“It’s your girlfriend.”

“Blame your best friend.”

“Please save us all.” Urban turns his head to look next to Jack. “Nickie, see what I have to deal with on a daily basis?”

“Whatever.” You and Jack both say and you actually start driving.

“I’m picking the song.”

“Why you?”

“It’s my car and my girlfriend is driving.”

Jack rolls his eyes, “My sister is driving so I get to pick.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes, and you look at Nickie through the rear view mirror. “Do you see what I have to deal with? Childish behavior.”

Nickie shakes his head. “Y/N, please just continue driving.”

You don’t know how long you drove around for, you made some stops to some stores and for some food. You even made a few stops at local shops so your brother could leave some albums for fans to find.

You were now making your way to drop Nickie and Jack off at the studio so you and Urban could have a date night. But it seems like it wasn’t going to happen since your boyfriend was getting on your damn nerves with the songs he’s been playing and trying his best to sing.

“Urban, I will fuck you up.”

“What?”

“You know what.” You glare at him “Who the fuck broke your heart to be playing these damn songs.”

He laughs. “You literally play them all the time.”

“Who are you singing them for?”

“Uh Y/N? Can you park real quick?” Jack interrupts.

“No.” You make a harsh turn, tires screeching.

Urban continues to nod his head with the current song he’s playing and singing it as best as he can

“Quisiera gritarte en la cara, tengo a otra, Y la verdad es que lo hace, mucho mejor qué tú.”

You roll your eyes and speed entering the freeway “continue singing please.”

Urban is trying his best to hide his smirk. “But you sing this all the time so I don’t know what’s the issue.”

“Whatever.”

“Fine, I’ll put another one.”

As soon as you hear the intro, you snap your head to glare at him. “URBAN.”

He laughs “What? I’m not doing anything.”

“Y me preguntas que porque deje de amarte, Que ya mis ojos no te miran como antes.”

You exit the freeway, speeding through a yellow light.

“Y/N, I’m not trying to die.”

“Your best friend is the one who’s gonna die if he doesn’t stop singing heartbreaking songs as if he fucking lost the love of his life.” You snap.

Nickie and Jack give each other a look. “Babe, you sing them all the time. I thought it’ll be nice for me to learn the lyrics.”

“Si que eres un tonto.” You park outside the studio building. “Since when do you care about learning the lyrics to Spanish songs?”

“They’re catchy, so I wanted to sing along with you.”

Nickie snorts, so you turn around quickly to look at him. “What was that for?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing, I’m agreeing with you.”

“What’s the big deal? He’s probably singing it for you.”

It’s your turn to glare at your brother “He most definitely isn’t, those songs aren’t ones you sing to your significant other.”

“Okay relax, you’re being dramatic.”

You nod. “Okay, I’m relaxed.” You take a deep breath. “Y’all can leave now.”

Urban nods, “We have dinner reservations.”

You chuckle, “You leave with them because I’m not going to have dinner with you. Matter of fact, take the bitch you’re so heartbroken for.”

Urban laughs. “Oh you think it’s funny?”

He nods “Baby, Nickie translated the entire lyrics to me. It’s a prank.”

“Don’t get me involved.” Nickie opens the car door and gets out. “He made me.” And with that walks inside the building.

“Well Urby, it was nice knowing you.” Jack pats his shoulder and looks at you. “Go easy on him.” And also makes a run for it into the building.

You turn off the car and grab your phone playing with it.

“What are you doing? Let’s go.”

“I’m waiting for you to get out.”

Urban rolls his eyes, chuckling “stop pouting, you look sexy mad.”

You glare at him “Baby, I promise it was just a joke.”

You shrug “Is it a joke when we don’t have sex for a week?”

“I’ll just go ask the girl I’m heartbroken over” he chuckles and you slapped his chest

“Mi amor, I’m joking” he grabs you as you try to get out of the car.

“Not funny.” you pout, crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry, come here.” He pulls you in close, as close as the car and seats let you. “Let me kiss those pouty lips.”

You look up at him, “You love getting me mad huh?”

He nods and smiles cheekily “I really do, it’s sexy as hell.”

“You’re so annoying” you let out a giggle.

“C’mere baby” he poked out his lips.

“No you come here” you didn’t move and he leaned into you, moving your hair away from your neck first.

Urban left small wet kisses on your neck, making your entire face feel warm.

“You can’t stay mad at me” he sang and you playfully rolled your eyes.

He placed his hand under your chin, making you look at him. You wanted to resist but couldn’t , leaning in and kissing his plump lips.

You pull away slightly “I did kind of like your attempt at Spanish.”

Urban gasps “my attempt?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said!”

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