#my grandparents are coming up from florida this weekend

[renytherat]

i have no idea why im awake rn. lots of things happening i guess. mind cant sleep

[yauchfilms]

anything with logan and being back in florida ? would appreciate!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

sunburn ✢ logan sargeant (18+)

pairing: logan sargeant x reader (established relationship)

warnings: smut, porn with plot (lots of exposition sorry i got carried away), one use of y/n, soft dom!logan, switchy!reader, fingering, edging, unprotected p in v, lots of pet names, begging, lots and lots of praise, body part worship if you squint, cursing, logan’s a simp, reader is implied floridian, implied childhood friends to lovers, sunburns, fluffy intimacy

summary: it’s been too long since y/n has been back in the states and she is NOT used to the florida sun like she used to be, but don’t worry, logan knows how to take care of her.

word count: 3.5k

author's note: sorry i got soooo carried away with this i don’t know what came over me. this was NOT supposed to be smut but im just a florida girl crushing on a florida boy here y’all lmao. i’m down so bad for this man that i just went kinda crazy. also this was my first time writing smut so pls bare with me. this is inspired by my friend (and fellow logan girly) who just acquired a nasty sunburn lmaoooo. enjoy!!!!

it had been quite a while since you and logan had been back home together. well, not really, but the weather was typically a lot nicer in the winter months than in the spring and summer, and you were not used to it. after you and logan moved to london together full-time, you rarely saw the sun anymore, and your matching pale complexions certainly reflected that sentiment. 

obviously, the miami race weekend was a big deal for the whole sargeant camp. aunts, uncles, cousins, childhood friends, and grandparents would be making their short trip down i-95 to see logan race, but it also meant that you and logan could spend a week together at home, in the sun, in each other’s company. a free vacation of sorts. logan’s parents were busy getting the house ready for the hordes of guests that were to soon occupy the space, so you and logan were more than happy to get out of their hair and into the back yard for some relaxation. 

it was sunday, and you found yourself lounging out on the dock, lost in a romance novel that was probably making you lose brain cells, when you heard a familiar voice calling out to you.

“y/n!”, logan yelled from where him and coco were playing on the grass. “have you been applying sunscreen?” 

you put your book down, letting out a small huff at his question. logan often took a rather paternal role over you, not in a weird or demeaning way, but rather in the sense that he always has your best interest at heart. and you loved that about him, loved how he always wanted to take care of you without being asked. 

you looked down over the chaise longue you were laid out on, thinking there was a bottle of SPF next to your drink, but all that was there was the can of sparkling water you had been nursing. 

“don’t have any; i’ll be okay!” you called back, hoping that would be the end of it.

“you want me to bring you some? it’s no problem,” logan replied, positioning himself to get up off the ground.

“don’t worry about it; i’m coming inside soon anyways!” you half-lied, knowing that logan usually respected your wishes when it came to things like that. you knew you weren’t necessarily telling him the truth, but he knew you and your stubbornness, and he knew it was not his business to try to fix it. 

another few hours had passed, and logan and the dog had long gone inside to find something else to do. you had stayed out, vowing to finish your book in one sitting. as you closed it, you stood up from the lounger, grabbing your long-abandoned can from the ground, wrapping yourself in the towel that you had been laying on, making your way back into the comfort of the house – and the air conditioning.

walking in through the kitchen, you pass logan’s mom, who was cooking dinner for the family. 

“oh sweetie, looks like you got some color on you!” she exclaims, chopping up some vegetables. 

“yeah, it’s been a minute since i’ve had time to tan! i missed the florida sunshine too much.”

“well, logan’s in his room, and dinner’s in about an hour if you’d like to freshen up,”  mrs. sargeant said sweetly, motioning towards the hallway towards logan’s room.

upon your arrival, logan moved his laptop out of his lap and onto the bed next to him. you took the towel off your shoulders, leaving you in just your bikini, when logan’s eyes went wide with shock.

“what, it’s not like you haven’t seen me in a bikini before?” you quipped, reacting to his sudden change of expression. 

“y/n, you are bright red, like ferrari red,” logan replied, serious as a heart attack. you make your way to the vanity over his dresser, taking in your current state. logan was right. you were burnt. 

“what the fuck dude, i swear i wasn’t out there that long,” you snapped, poking and prodding yourself in the mirror, letting out a wince when you stumbled over a particularly sensitive area.

logan gets off his spot on the bed, making his way towards you, joining you in front of the mirror. his hands immediately fall to your hips out of instinct, but he makes sure not to grab too tightly due to your new look.

“baby,” he says, placing his chin onto your shoulder. you let out another wince, reacting to his touch. “i told you to wear sunscreen. now look at you, my little lobster…”

“this isn’t funny,” you pout, and he leans forward to place a chaste kiss on your lips. you spin around in his arms, now facing him face-to-face rather than through the mirror. 

“stop pouting baby, and go hop in the shower, please. the sooner you get some cold water on you, the better you’ll feel. i can feel the heat radiating off you from here,” logan said with a giggle. his hands linger around your ass, and he gives a slight smack to send you on your way, which elicits a shrill yelp from you due to the sensitivity of the area. 

“are you at least going to join me?” you question as you make your way to his en suite, stopping in the door frame with your arms crossed across your chest. logan lets out another giggle.

“and listen to you whine the whole time? no thanks, plus i showered like an hour ago,” he replies, which garners a predictable whine from you.  “if you make it quick, i might have something that can help you,” he adds, and you turn on your heel into the bathroom, shutting the door with a slam. 

and he was right; the shower hurt like hell, but you know that had he been there, you wouldn’t have been able to properly soak in the cold water, so you silently curse him for being right. 

you walk back into logan’s room, wrapped in your towel, when you see him sitting on the bed, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. he hears you approach, putting his phone down and grabbing the clear bottle off the bed next to him. 

“i found you aloe; well, my mom did. she said your burn is one of the worst she’s seen,” logan said, presenting the bottle to you like it was a participation trophy. 

“is that supposed to make me feel better or worse, logie?” you questioned, feigning offence from his comment. 

“well, the comment probably won’t, but hopefully the aloe does,” he replied. “c’mere, baby,” he cooed, his arms outstretched, welcoming you into his arms. you take your spot on his lap, legs draped over his thigh, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep you in place. logan places a kiss to the bridge of your nose, and along your cheeks, leaning in to admire the newly-formed freckles that were threatening to peak out from underneath the harsh redness of your skin. 

“your freckles are back; reminds me of when we were little, trying to catch fish with my dad in the backyard. you were so bad at it; still are to be honest, but it’s okay because you still look cute trying to bait a hook,” he laughs, his breath giving a cooling sensation to your cheeks, and you wish he would keep talking just to feel his breath against your skin. 

“logan, baby, the aloe?” you suggest, knowing that the time he’s wasting is killing you. all you crave is the feeling of the lotion on you, and his hands being the ones to apply it. 

“sorry, didn’t mean to get sentimental on you, just being here with you makes me think about stuff like that. i sometimes wish we could go back…” logan trails off, and you know what he’s thinking about. he often thinks about the memories of you growing up, how much he missed you when he moved away to the uk, and what it meant to get you back. you like to think of those moments too, sometimes, but he often gets in his head about it. 

“i know,” you coo, lifting a hand up to card through the longer hair on the back of his neck, as a way to soothe him.

he lifts the bottle of aloe up towards you. 

“may i?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow up in an inquisitive way.

“of course you may. how do you want me?” you ask, a mischievous look in your eye.

“do not say it like that, you minx,” logan shot back, your innuendo catching him by surprise. 

“keep talking crazy like that, and we might have a problem,” he snapped, although with no actual malice behind it. “you can lay on your tummy first, though, and i’ll go from there, if that’s okay,” he said, his expression softening as he looked at you. 

you climb out of his lap and onto your stomach on the bed next to him, and he straddles your back to get the proper angle. 

“this okay?” he asks, tugging slightly at the towel that is still loosely wrapped around your back. 

“log, you’ve seen me naked countless times; of course it’s okay,” you quip, turning your head so he can see the side of your face. he leans down, planting a sloppy kiss to your cheek, blowing a raspberry there. this elicits a giggle from you, wriggling underneath him. 

logan drags the towel down your body slowly, his fingers barely grazing your warm, sensitive skin, standing up on his knees to pull it out from under you. 

“i know we aren’t having sex or anything, but could you at least take your shirt off or something? this feels too clinical,” you say, causing logan to burst out laughing above you.

“you are not a real person, i swear to god,” he quips, pulling his shirt over his head in one quick motion. “is that better, princess?” he says sarcastically, using the nickname he only gives you when you’re acting like a handful. 

between your fits of giggles, you let out a “mhm” that signals to logan that he is free to proceed. this evokes an eye roll from logan that you catch out of the corner of your eye. 

his attitude doesn’t last long, however, because before you can protest, his lips find your shoulder blade, peppering kisses along the top of your back, feeling his stubble graze across your skin. it burns, but feels so good at the same time.

“so sweet for me, logie,” you groan, melting into his touch. he reaches for your hair, still damp from the shower, to move it out of his way, as he makes his way across the plane of your body.  

all he can manage is a drawn out “hmmmmm” as he feels the warmth of your skin along his cheek. 

he pulls away suddenly, and you whimper at the loss of contact from him. 

“i know, i know,” he cooes, and you hear the bottle of lotion being opened just out of your periphery. 

his hands make contact with your skin again, feeling the sensation of the cool liquid as he massages it in. his strong hands make their way up and down your back, causing you to arch only slightly, if it wasn’t for him sitting squarely on your ass. 

“you’re killing me, logan,” you half-whisper, his actions genuinely taking your ability to speak at a regular volume, the intimacy of it all being just a little too much for you. 

“feels good, huh?” he asks, and although you can’t see it, you can tell that he’s cocked his eyebrow at you, and you’re surprised he’s been able to behave himself this long. 

his hands work swiftly, massaging the liquid in with long, deft fingers, the sensation driving you crazy.

“logan, i want you, please,” you whine, looking up over your shoulder to meet his gaze, your eyes softening in an almost begging manor. 

“i thought you said we weren’t–” 

“i lied. i’m a liar. i need you right now,” you beg, as logan stands back up on his knees to allow you to roll over underneath him, him now settled on your thighs.

“fuck, baby, i can’t say no to you,” he huffs, not sure exactly how to make the next move. he looks down at you splayed out in front of him, taking in the sight before him. a hand reaches down to caress down your chest, fingers grazing slightly over your nipple, causing your breath to hitch. 

“we have to make it quick, okay? can you be good for me?” he asks, his hand lingering on your left breast. 

you let out a whimper, shaking your head slightly.

“words, baby,” he sighs, his fingers massaging into the tissue of your chest. 

“yes, i’ll do whatever you want,” you whisper, unable to find your voice with how turned on you were. 

“that’s my pretty girl,” logan cooes, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips, adjusting himself so he’s slotted between your legs. the kiss deepens, his tongue finding its way into your mouth, as he swallows your muffled moans, trying to avoid the awkward conversation with his mom later. 

“gotta be quiet, baby,” he whispers, his hand running up and down your side, the warmth of his hand searing your sensitive skin.

“god, i feel like we’re in high school again,” you say, rolling your eyes at him.

“except i wasn’t nearly as good then as i am now, though,” he smirks, diving down to leave a trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth to the base of your neck, softly nibbling on your pulse point. 

“are you gonna prove it?” you ask, trying to rile him up.

this question evokes something in him, his breath against your skin coming hot and sudden, and you could feel the deep exhale from his nose.

leaning up to your ear, he whispers, “you are such a brat.”

the sensation from the whisper mixed with the sting of his words sends a shock straight to your core. he’s not always the best at dirty talk, but he still somehow knows exactly what to say and when to say it. 

“touch me, logan,” you manage to squeak out, your breath growing heavier the more you took in his words, and he was eager to oblige.

with that, the hand that found comfort on your hip trailed its way down between your bodies, grazing the softness of your stomach, fingers oh-so-gently teasing your folds. 

“so wet, huh? so worked up for me? you drive me so fucking crazy, you know that?” he growls, his voice rasping as he begins rubbing small circles against your clit with his thumb. “one or two, baby?” he asks, and you know exactly what he means. 

“two, please”, you whine into his mouth, body arching up into him before he even has the chance to touch you properly. 

“good girl, take it so well,” he groans, sliding two fingers into your cunt, almost too slowly. his voice is almost unrecognizable, the threat of being too loud taking over. his thumb continues its pattern on your clit.

you feel the tension building as he fucks his hand in and out of you, but not before you feel him slowing his pace down.

“i know you wanna come now baby, but we don’t have long. i’m gonna stop, and we can come together, okay?”, he half-whispers. 

his hand moves from its spot between your thighs back up toward your lips, as he rests his fingers on your bottom lip, cocking his eyebrow at you. 

“o-okay,” you squeak out, and with that, his fingers push past your lips, urging you to suck them clean, and you oblige, swirling your tongue around his digits, tasting yourself on his fingers. 

your hands trail down between you two, your fingers dipping underneath his shorts and boxers, toying with the waistband. 

logan removes his fingers from your mouth, opting to move back to your jawline, planting lingering kisses along the bone.

“quit teasing, baby, want you on top. let me see those pretty tits of yours, yeah?”, he smirks, knowing that him complimenting your body drives you crazy in the best way. 

you oblige with a searing kiss to his lips, opting to pull his shorts down in one motion, cock bobbing free and slapping across his stomach. he reaches down to finish taking them off, throwing them on the floor with your long-abandoned towel. 

he rolls you both over with ease, you now on top. your fingertips graze his chest, down to his abs, grabbing his cock and giving it a few quick pumps to make sure he’s ready. 

“ready, log?” you ask, your hands now on either side of his head, his blue eyes sparkling back up at you, your hips and ass now up in the air waiting for his cue. 

he leans up to chase your lips, trying to kiss you, just out of his reach. 

“please, baby, i can’t take it much more,” he begs, using his arms to pull you down to him, sinking down on him, and meeting his lips with yours. now it’s his turn to moan into your mouth. 

“fuuuuuck,” is all he’s able to get out, his hands finding their way to your hips, trying to help you relieve the lack of sensation. Your hips roll for the first time over him, and his hips immediately buck up into you.

“patience, baby. i thought i was the desperate one?” your words go right to his cock, making him buck up once again, making you speed up your motions. you feel the effects of his desperation on your body, the coil in your stomach winding tighter with every bounce on his cock.

“fuck, you’re close, baby; so am i,” logan pants, the physicality of it all catching up to him. he knows your body so well; he can always tell when you’re about to come. 

with his observation, you lean back with your hands behind you on his thighs, your hips continuing to roll against his body, eliciting a low, grumbling moan from logan. he loved you like that, all cock-drunk and lazy on top of him. it also meant that he had a perfect view of your tits, both his hands reaching to grab at them as he continued fucking up into you. 

“these are so fucking perfect. all mine. i can’t believe you’re all mine, baby,” logan pants, both of your movements becoming lazier, as he rolls your nipples in between his fingers, feeling your already-tight walls close in on his cock.

you can feel your orgasm quickly approaching with his presence on your tits, and you know that he isn’t going to last long, either. you lean forward, diminishing the space between you two, giving logan the opportunity to bear hug you. his thrusts up into you send you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you, causing you to let out a muffled moan onto his right pec. your vision goes slightly blurry for a second until you hear a grunted “fuck, baby”, followed by the feeling of logan’s hips sputtering underneath you. he comes shortly after you, spilling into you. 

You collapse onto his chest, your highs riding out together. he doesn’t loosen his grip around your back, planting a sweet kiss to the top of your forehead, pulling out as you lay pitifully on his chest.

“so good for me, baby, so sweet. fuck, i’m so lucky,” he whispers, rubbing your back where, just a few minutes earlier, he was applying aloe lotion. he rolls you both over so that you’re now facing each other on your sides. 

you reach a hand up to caress his face, feeling the stubble from a week’s worth of no races, the hair rough against your smooth palm. 

“logie, you fucked me so good i almost forgot about this damn sunburn,” you giggled, “but now we’re done and it just hurts again!”

“guess that means i’ll just have to fuck you again,” logan smirked, burying his head into the crook of your neck, eliciting more giggles from you. you begin to hook your leg over his thigh, bringing you even closer, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. you almost begin the cycle over again until you hear a knock on the door that has you both frozen in your tracks. 

“dinner!” you hear his mom cheer from the other side of the door, and then her footsteps clearly walking back down the hall towards the kitchen. 

“guess not,” you teased, eliciting an eye roll from logan, who quickly gets up to pull you into the bathroom to get cleaned up. 

[thatseventiesbitch]

That ‘90s Show scenes - my version

Just for funsies 😄 

Here are a few of my predictions wishes before That ‘90s Show airs in 2 days!

My Guess:

Leia is supposed to spend the rest of her summer at Space Camp, but after meeting her new friends at Red and Kitty’s, she asks Eric and Donna if she can stay in Point Place for the rest of the summer instead.

Eric and Donna come out to the Vista Cruiser driveway to discuss it. Eric is apprehensive, but Donna is all for it - Leia goes to Space Camp every summer, and Donna thinks it’ll be good for her to try something new and broaden her horizons. She’s been subtly trying to talk Leia out of camp all summer, Eric slowly realizes. He wonders if they can get their money back and Donna says they can... because she never sent the check (cue the head pushing moment). Donna helps Eric realize that Leia’s ready to break out of their sheltered little bubble for her and have some adventures, like they did when they were kids (cue some cute reminiscing). He reluctantly agrees she can stay for the summer (he’s having a hard time with Leia growing up).

My Guess:

At the end of the summer, Donna picks Leia up from Red and Kitty’s to take her home. School starts again on Monday. Donna comes up to Leia’s room (is that Eric’s old bedroom?) while she’s finishing packing up her things, and asks her how her summer went. At first Leia plays it coy, but Donna starts teasing her and in a sing-song voice says, “Did you kiss a boy this summer?” Leia groans and knows the jig is up - Kitty told Donna everything - and admits she dated Jay this summer. Donna’s surprised but happy for her, although she warns her that the Kelso family is kind of infamous in Point Place (Donna even dated Jay’s uncle Casey once when she and her dad were going through a rough patch). Leia says Jay’s nothing like his family. Donna can tell she’s smitten and says okay. She lifts Leia’s suitcase and as they walk out of the room she says, “Maybe you can come back and see him again next summer.”

My Guess:

It’s Leia’s 15th birthday (or at least the day of her birthday party at Red and Kitty’s). Grandpa Bob has flown in from Florida for the special occasion. No longer neighbors but in-laws, (and co-grandparents 🤣) Bob and Red fall back into their old, good-natured rivalry. This time the contest is vying for granddaughter Leia’s affections. Red and Bob try to “out-grandpa” one another all episode. One of Leia’s new friends plays guitar, so Kitty’s suggested a “talent show”. Bob eagerly throws his hat into the ring with some karaoke, but Red’s talent is less of a hit with the teens. Bob still has a lot of money somehow, even in retirement, and is able to buy Leia an extravagant present. But at the end of the night Red wheels out the old Vista Cruiser, revealing he’s kept it in running condition somewhere, all these years. He lets Leia and her friends take it out for a joy ride, “winning” the contest.

My Guess:

At the very end of the first episode, once Eric and Donna have departed, Leia runs into the kitchen and asks Red and Kitty if she can go spend the weekend at her new friend Jay’s lake house. Red and Kitty say sure, but they need to meet his parents first and exchange contact information. Cue - Jackie and Kelso walk in with Jay, and Red and Kitty are shocked. Leia says, “You know them?”

I’m not really sure what happens next, or what the actual story will be with Jackie and Kelso. Although I am pretty sure that the alleged “leak” of the pilot script was wrong, because (1) Netflix described Jackie as Kelso’s wife in promo materials, not his bride-to-be or still-on-again-off-again girl or something, and (2) She’s not wearing a wedding dress. They look successful/wealthy, though also like much of their old dynamic is still at play in other pictures of them from the scene. I expect at least one, “Well damn, Jackie!”

[atlafan]

Your relationship with your Nannie sounds so special and peaceful, I love that for you that you have her and her home as that place to go to!!

I'm very lucky that I have a "young" grandmother. She had my uncle at 18 and my mom at 19, so she was a young mom, and then her first grandkid, my cousin, was born when she was like 40??? So wild to even think about. And since I'm the youngest grandkid, I got to spend more time with her and my papa when they used to live in Boston. Like I was always with them and got to have the most sleepovers. My house was so toxic and dysfunctional, it was always a peaceful escape when I got to go to Nannie and Papa's. Even when they lived 20 minutes away, I'd cry when my mom or dad came to pick me up to bring me home. I never wanted to leave.

It was really hard on me when they moved to Florida. I was in the fourth grade. I got to visit them with my mom that year, and it was a blast. Then they got a place up in NH in the summer, and when I tell you that was better than summer camp?? It was. We'd go to the beach and the arcade, and I was actually given food to eat. Being with my grandparents truly were the only times I felt loved and cared for. I was their baby.

Then, since my papa was 18 years older than my nannie (both their second marriage lmao. I wasn't biologically related to him, but that man was my papa), they couldn't keep traveling back and forth. So, they'd come visit when they could, but it wasn't enough. When I was 15, I finally got to go to Florida by myself because I had a job and could buy the plane ticket on my own. It was wonderful, and I made it a yearly tradition. Mostly I'd go in the summer so it wouldn't conflict with school.

Every time I stepped off the plane, I was immediately put at ease. Florida was my happy place, and my grandparents were my sunshine. I miss my papa terribly, he died in 2016. But Nannie and I are still as close as ever. I have always been able to talk to her about anything, and we always make each other laugh. I am literally her little clone. We are so similar, it's scary. I get my road rage from her, I get my humor from her, and I get my bluntness from her. She always speaks up for herself and always says what's on her mind. And that's how I am at this point in my life. She's my whole world. I wish I could have stayed down there longer...but alas, I had to come home to Henry and get back to work. She's not going to be traveling up here much anymore since it's just too much work for her at this point. I'm the only one that really makes time to go down to visit with her. I know it's not feasible for my siblings or mom to go as often as I do, but...I can never understand why they don't feel that urge to be with her like I do. We all got to spend birthday weekends with my grandparents, and they always made us all feel special in our own way. So it bothers me that they don't call as often as I do, or send her cards for holidays/birthdays like I do. She and I shit talk them a lot, it's so validating lmao she and I just think the same about so much, it's so funny

I'm rambling now so I apologize! I had friends growing up that thought it was weird that I was so attached/close with my grandparents, so I always feel like I need to defend myself??? Anyways, yeah, I'm very lucky and privileged to have her

[toomanysurveys9]

Do you want the last dream you had to come true? Probably not. I’ve been having some fucked up dreams lately.

When did you last talk to the person you’d most wanna talk to right now? I don’t know that there is anybody anymore. I’m basically just chilling with my kids these days.

What kind of pill did you last take? Either Tylenol or Ibuprofen.

Do you like wearing glasses? I don’t wear glasses... yet. I do like sunglasses though.

Does your mom know the last person you hung out with? Considering it’s my husband and kids, yes.

What were you doing 4 hours ago? I was headed home from Walmart after just getting off of work.

What would you most like to eat right now? We just ate dinner. I’m full.

How long were you last in the car for? Maybe 10 minutes.

What is something good that happened last weekend? We spent the day at Jake’s mom’s house and that went good.

Do you like holding hands or do you think it’s stupid? It depends on my mood, but when I don’t want to, it’s not because I think it’s stupid.. I just don’t want to.  

The last song you heard, what does it make you think of? I don’t even remember what song I last heard.

How’d you get your last injury? Our new kitten. Her name is Cookie. I found her outside of my work.

What do you like about your birthday? Spending it with my family. But my birthday is not my favorite. Every year something bad happens... usually a huge fight with either my mom or Jacob.

Do you like being home alone at night? I’m never home alone at night. I always have my kids at least. So not really.

What first comes to mind when thinking of 10th grade? My English teacher who was super amazing.

What’s the scariest thing that’s happened to you? Any time my kids got really hurt and resulted in a hospital visit. Unfortunately, they got my clutzy genes.

Has an ambulance ever came to your house? Yup. Usually for my mom or my grandparents.

The person you’re thinking about- what are you thinking about them? I’m not really thinking about anyone.

When did you last skip class? I don’t remember. It was in undergrad... so sometime between 2012-2016.

Do you like the shape of your fingernails? I don’t really care.

Did you look at your fingernails for the question above? I did not.

Whose pool did you last swim in? The one at my sister’s apartment.

What’s something you like about your 3rd hour? I’m in grad school and it doesn’t work like that... at least it doesn’t at the one I’m going to.

Is formspring a good idea? I don’t even know what that is.

What’s your biggest problem at the moment? The kids and I are leaving for Florida in a week for a week and I’m not even remotely prepared.

What’s the cutest thing someone’s ever done for you? I don’t know.

When did you last see a police car? Earlier today. It was driving down the road.

Why aren’t you doing something more productive than this? I don’t feel like it. I should be putting our mountains of laundry away. But I didn’t feel like it today. I’m so tired.

How many people know about the last person you kissed? At least most of the people in my house currently.

How many different cars have you driven? A lot.

What did you do on Thursday? I didn’t really do much last Thursday. I worked and then I worked on my signature assignment for class.

What color was the last thing you drank? Red.

What do you do on Fridays? It depends on the Friday. But usually I work, go to the store for groceries, and then make dinner.

Have you ever had to take desperate measures in a desperate situation? Yeah.

What door did you last open besides any on your house or car? Uh. The one at Walmart if you count automatic doors. If not.. it was Panera Bread because I’m part of the sip club and wanted a soda. I started my first period since Nora was born (November 2021) this past Saturday and craving sugar.

What is the meaning of life? It varies for everyone. The meaning of my life is to raise my babies into good humans and make them proud to have me as their momma.

[lem-20]

Meet my MC: About the Past

Meet my MC | About the Present

Childhood and family dynamic

Cecilia was born and raised in Jacksonville, Florida to parents Josephine and Daniel Gibson. Her Mom was a part time shop assistant and her Dad was a mechanic.

On Cecilia's second birthday she woke up to find that her aunt was looking after her and her parents were nowhere to be seen. Her aunt explained that they had to go to the hospital because the baby was coming out of Mommy's tummy - she quickly got distracted with presents. They returned home early afternoon with her new baby brother - Zachary - and she cried because she wanted a sister. She quickly became besotted with him and they were very close growing up. She didn't enjoy sharing her birthday with him though and for several years throughout their childhood she insisted that they all celebrated her birthday the day before instead.

The family didn't have huge amounts of money, but the kids never went without and they were all very close. Both sets of grandparents lived nearby, as did aunts, uncles and cousins, so they would all spend lots of time together on trips to the beach and other fun places. The family never failed to save the money up for an annual trip to Orlando.

When Cecilia was 7 years old she broke her arm after falling off a swing. Her parents thought the trip to the hospital would be upsetting for her, but she really enjoyed seeing the doctors at work. When she returned home she told them that she was going to be a doctor. They thought it was just a phase, but as the years passed and she continued to ask for doctors kits and books about the human body, they realised she really meant it.

Cecilia was very serious about her schoolwork, which made her parents really proud, but during her early teens they suggested she take up some sort of hobby as they were worried she wasn't doing enough fun stuff. She chose to take singing lessons, which she loved and became very good at.

Relationships

Cecilia was always very focused on her studies while she was at school. She had the occasional crush, but said she wasn't planning on dating anyone - that was until she met Brody Taylor. He joined her school when his family moved from Chicago and she was smitten from the start. They were together for two years and split up when they got accepted into different colleges. They both dealt with the breakup well as they knew a long distance relationship would distract them from their careers. They still kept in touch throughout their college years and would see each other occasionally when they were both in Florida.

During med school she dated a little and had a short—but passionate—relationship with a fellow student, Matteo Accardo. He was handsome, Italian and completely in love with her. She wanted to keep things more casual, but soon started to develop much stronger feelings for him - which was when she ended it. She hated breaking his heart, but knew their inevitable break up would be so much harder if she let herself really fall for him. She still thinks of him from time to time.

Education

Cecilia's childhood dream of becoming a doctor was still with her as she entered her teens and was cemented when she discovered the book Diagnostic Priniples by Ethan Ramsey. Tracking down his papers became a bit of a hobby for her and she was so inspired by his research that she was more determined than ever to make her dream become a reality.

Her hard work was reflected in her excellent grades and allowed her several options when it came to Medical school. She chose UNC because she thought the 7 hour car journey would be just about doable if she ever wanted to visit home on a weekend. She graduated top of her class.

Working alongside Ethan Ramsey at Edenbrook was always the dream, so she was ecstatic when she got matched there for her residency.

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[queenieloves]

Future Rockstar-Eddie Munson x f!reader(incomplete, first draft)

Hi!!! I wanted to post a first and incomplete draft of my first fic with y’all to see if anyone finds it interesting/has any feedback on it! Let me know what you think! and please remember it’s a very rough first draft!

Summary- You need drugs but Eddie is the only one you can buy them from. In a moment of inexplicable supernatural happenings, you find yourself screaming and banging on the door of his trailer. Will you be able to find comfort in someone who you thought was a freak?

Warnings- a little smut but not super explicit, drug use, language

Word count- 10k…whoops, it’s all just word vomit

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You weren’t the type to stick out. A matter of fact, you blended in just the way you wanted to. Friendly enough but you didn’t cause anyone trouble and you minded your business. You maintained good grades and listened to what you considered to be good music. There wasn’t much to do in Hawkins so eventually the boredom of purely existing led you to start smoking pot every now and then. It calmed the mild anxiety you had. Everyday it seemed like someone else went missing in this town and when you spent nights alone when your parents were out of town, you didn’t want to spend those precious quiet hours worrying.

Your parents were leaving this weekend in fact—a trip to see your grandparents that you would’ve been forced to go on if it hadn't been for upcoming exams. I mean what kind of parents plan a trip to Florida right as you are about to take your exams—parents who were too busy to care about their kid that they willingly had. Your one friend in town Sam, another junior in your class, was working all weekend so you couldn’t spend it with her, which meant you were going to be all alone all weekend. Which then meant, you needed drugs. As much as you isolated yourself from everyone at school and in town, you hated being alone in Hawkins at night.

Someone in your math class suggested Eddie Munson as the best and cheapest way to get drugs.

“Eddie Munson? Isn’t he like a triple senior by now? He’s kinda freaky, I wouldn’t want to go alone. He’s in my English class and he NEVER does his homework.”

“Yeah he’s definitely weird but he’s the one you want if you need any drugs.”

“Ugh I can’t believe I’m desperate enough to see Eddie The Freak Munson. Hear me out, if I don’t come to class tomorrow, it was him.” You giggled.

Math ended uneventfully and you joined the long line for lunch. You were nervous thinking about how to approach Eddie Munson and how exactly to ask for what you needed. You were hungry and nervous and could not wait to get your food so you could find a quiet place to eat and think. It all seemed to bubble up when someone spoke behind you.

“Hey…HEY, I happen to be talking to you, Jansport(your backpack).”

You took out your earbud and turned around only to silently gasp when you saw it was Eddie. Your heart rate shot up through the ceiling. It’s not like you had a crush on him or anything, he was a freak afterall, but the longer you didn’t eat, the more anxious you felt and this sudden interaction made you want to throw up.

“Ummm…hi.” You said with a quiver in your voice.

“Hey is that a D20 pin on your backpack?”

FUCK. That’s right, Eddie ran some kind of D&D group. You played with your best friends from middle school before moving to Hawkins. Mack, your closest friend, made everyone in the group D20 pins before moving away—a symbol of your friendship perhaps.

“Oh haha, my friend in my old town made them for me, I used to play a little.”

“It’s fucking rad if I do say so myself.” He was naturally a little awkward, you couldn’t help but think ‘who the hell talks like that’ and ‘why isn’t this goddamn line moving any faster’.

“Thanks…” back to silence, thank god. Until you took a breath turned back to him and said,

“Hey umm… I heard that you might have some stuff you could sell me?” You said louder than it sounded in your head—blame the nerves.

“Yo, shhhhh, there won’t be anything to sell if the school finds out.”

“Shit sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to.”

“Meet me in the forest behind the gym after last period. You’ll see a picnic table that I carved ‘EM’ on. Want everyone to know it's mine.” He smiled.

Finally you got your food and just as you were about to say some sort of combination of ‘see you later’ and ‘thank you’ or whatever other generic response you could think of he said,

“Catch you later princess”. He winked and walked past you to his typical table of nerds who respected him like a king. You didn’t have the brain power to think of the fact that he referred to you as ‘princess’.

You ate in the art room as you usually did. Working on one project or another. You weren’t all that poor—definitely not Eddie Munson poor, but you promised yourself you would take advantage of the free art supplies at Hawkins High as payment for all the shit it put you through. After lunch you had a study hall and two other classes. Boring and uneventful, just how you liked it. Suddenly it was three o’clock and time to find Eddie. You couldn’t believe you were doing this and you would die if anyone saw you. You didn’t want people to know you existed let alone suddenly see you with Eddie Munson, which would definitely be the new school gossip. The only people allowed to be seen with Eddie Munson were his goons who were already with him at the bottom of the social pyramid. Anyone else seen with him had to suddenly defend their spot on the pyramid like it was their last plea before being executed.

You walked slowly but with purpose—the leaves crunching beneath your worn down chuckie taylors that were basically about to fall apart. You didn’t necessarily care about your clothes or appearance so you just wore some old jeans, a green t-shirt and brown zip up sweatshirt—your typical outfit for most days, except for the occasional summer day where you would switch out the pants for shorts. Your mother hated that you weren’t more feminine and you resented her for it.

You found the table and sat but didn’t see Eddie. The whole situation made you feel nervous—if only you weren’t such a goddamn anxious person maybe you could have a more interesting life. Suddenly he popped out into the clearing with intention to scare you, if you weren’t wearing your headphones maybe it would’ve worked.

“Damn, [y/l/n], I guess I gotta make sure you aren’t wearing those when I try to speak to you. I’m two for two.” He laughed and sat down pulling out a tin full of what you assumed was drugs. He smelled like weed, shitty cologne and cigarettes and you could only wonder if he ever washed the shirt he always wore.

“So…” you started slowly.

“My parents are out of town and I need something to calm me down at night so I can sleep. Nothing crazy, weed if you have it.”

“If I have it? That’s like 75% of what I sell, princess. How much money do you have on you?” Weird question but you weren’t going to start nitpicking while in the forest with someone who you frankly believed might be a murderer.

“20 bucks. How much will that get me?” To be fair you didn’t know much about weed or selling/buying drugs, just how to consume them.

“Fine, you’ve convinced me. I’m gonna give you the pretty girl discount. I’ll give you a quarter more for the same price.” He pulled out a small plastic baggie filled with weed and slid it towards you.

“Pretty girl discount? That must be something you give to every girl you sell drugs to, perv.” You rolled your eyes. Why did he have to make things more complicated than they needed to be, the whole exchange could’ve been silent and you wish it would’ve been.

“Hey, you want the discount or not?” He said through a cheeky smile.

“Fine, freak. Here.” You handed him the twenty, took the baggie, shoved it in your pocket and turned to walk away.

“Hey wait, what’s the rush?” He shouted before you got too far. You turned back to him with a confused and slightly annoyed look on your face.

“I’m not here to do anything else than what’s already happened, but thanks”. You said sarcastically and turned again to walk away.

“Okay then, see you later princess”, Eddie laughed in a carefree manner. How could he not be offended by anything even when the whole school thinks he’s a massive freak.

Despite your weird and frankly unsettling interaction with Eddie, you enjoyed the weed he gave you. You smoked it as you listened to your tapes and doodled on your math homework. It was starting to get late and you needed to sleep before one of your exams tomorrow.

The next day, in math, you smiled at the boy who suggested going to Eddie. When you sat down you joked with him that you almost didn’t make it out alive. You skipped lunch in hopes of avoiding Eddie and it seemed to work. The weekend went by faster than you could’ve hoped for and when Monday rolled around you had almost forgotten about your interaction with Eddie. Although a small part of you worried what it would be like when your parents were out of town the next time and you needed more weed.

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A few months went by and suddenly your parents were off again. Some business convention in Pennsylvania, but this time they took the car. Now you had to bike anywhere you wanted to go. Everywhere was too far to walk. You were winding down and smoking when you heard a knock at your door. Your heart beat started rising as you walked downstairs. No one was supposed to be here, so there was no possible way to know who it was. When you opened the door there wasn’t anyone. You peeked your head out further to see if you could see anyone. You closed and locked the doors and assumed it was some brat kids playing pranks on their neighbors to pass the time. Exactly ten minutes passed and it happened again. This time you were quick to open the door to maybe catch the stupid kids in the act but again nothing. The only thing to greet you was a gentle yet chill breeze. You had a thing for overthinking so you began to do just that…overthink. What supernatural thing was waiting for you out there. You tried to call Sam but like always, she was working. It was only 6pm so you decided to take a bike ride to clear your mind. Although you were high, you had no trouble operating a bike. Your house resided on an off road of one of the bigger roads, during the day it was full of people traveling to town but essentially abandoned at night. You were lazily peddling down the road when all of a sudden a car raced towards you head on. It was practically out of nowhere and it caused you to swerve into a ditch. The road was lined with forest so when you finally caught your breath, you sat at the edge of the woods trying to calm yourself down. You were too scared to go back to the road so the woods it was. The sun was setting but it was still light out. You figured you had about an hour. You wandered through the woods lighting the joint you kept in your pocket. You didn’t go far when you started to smell smoke, like a campfire. You were basically in the middle of the woods with only a road nearby so where could it be coming from. You kept walking towards the smell, hoping it was just some teens hanging out and not an entire forest fire but soon you saw the black smoke and the light and you knew your worst nightmare was coming true. You ran closer just to make sure you were seeing it for real and then out of nowhere you were hit to the ground. The hit to the face made your nose bleed and cut up your cheek and you began to cry and hyperventilate out of fear. You scrambled to your feet and began to run—something was chasing behind you. You were running through the woods with no end in sight and it was almost completely dark out. You looked back as a black shadow was behind you and you screamed as you continued to run for your life. The flames spread towards you at an almost impossible pace as you ran faster and faster, running out of breath. You saw lights in the distance and when you reached what seemed to be a trailer park you went to the first trailer you saw. You screamed and cried at the door without looking back,

“LET ME IN PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE”, you pounded at the door, not caring if anyone else in the neighborhood saw or heard you. After what seemed like hours to you of pounding and screaming, the door opened and you practically fell in. Without checking to see who opened the door you scrambled in on your hands and knees and closed the door behind you as you sat with your back against it. You covered your face with your hands as you sobbed and breathed fast and heavy.

“Holy shit [y/l/n], are you okay?” Eddie, you just didn’t look up to realize it yet. You sobbed and mumbled,

“There was this thing chasing me and the forest was on fire and I almost got run over and…” You kept going until whoever opened the door for you knelt down and placed a comforting hand on your knee.

“Shhhhh, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. There isn’t any fire and no one is chasing you. It’s okay, nothing will get you in here.” Almost like a jumpscare you jolted when you looked up to see it was Eddie comforting you. Of course this is where you end up at a time like this. His voice seemed more genuine and calm than the usual weird and loud freak voice he uses at school.

“Eddie?... There is a fire, look!” You stood up and looked out the window on the door. No fire, no black shadow. You quickly turned to him,

“Then how do you explain the scratches and my nose?” You blurted out.

“You look fine to me?” You touched your face expecting to wince with pain upon touching your wounds but there was nothing there. He seemed a little nervous and frankly shocked that the quiet girl in his English class, who bought weed from him that one time burst through this door screaming and crying. Suddenly, you shoved Eddie pushing both hands to his chest and he stumbled back.

“What the FUCK did you put in my weed FREAK!” you yelled at him and he just stared back with a scared and confused look on his face.

“Did you lace this shit with something FREAK, was that your plan the whole time? Drug me and then who knows what! Now I’m having crazy hallucinations because of you!” You took a second to catch your breath before you began sobbing again, falling back to your space against the door. Eddie didn’t dare to approach you and began speaking softly,

“[y/n], I swear there was nothing in the weed I gave you, never in my wildest dreams would I think about doing that. I always smoke the weed I get first before selling it to other people just to make sure it doesn’t have any nasty shit in it.” He slowly stood up and walked over to kneel down next to you.

“I need you to believe it wasn’t me”. You were so confused and scared that all you could muster out was,

“Yeah right freak.” For a while there was silence. You sobbed into your knees as Eddie just sat there. He gently placed a hand on your knee just as he did before which encouraged you to look up at him. Your mascara and eyeliner smudged all across your face. He met your eyes surprisedly after half expecting you to either hit him for touching you or just keep crying.

“Hey, [y/n], it’s gonna be okay. I won’t let anything hurt you. Do you wanna talk about it?” He seemed genuine and deep down you knew he didn’t put anything in the weed, you just didn’t have any better explanation for what had happened.

“No, I don’t think I can. Frankly I’m a little too high and whatever the fuck was out there almost gave me a heart attack.” Eddie understood and gave you some water. He eventually urged you to move to the couch where it was more comfortable despite the safety you felt in your spot against the door. The trailer was nothing special. It was what you expected from the Eddie Munson himself—empty soda cans and newspapers filled every empty spot where there wasn’t an ashtray or playboy magazine. Thank god he eventually told you his uncle was out drinking and would likely not be home until morning. It was only 8 o’clock now and Eddie kindly offered you some leftover pizza. You felt sick and coming down from your high was only making you feel more anxious. He wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and asked if he could sit next to you. In a normal situation you would never let Eddie The Freak Munson within 5 feet of you but near death experiences were the exception. He sat so your arms were touching but he faced painfully straight forward. He lowered his head towards his knees and started talking to get rid of the loud silence.

“Are you home alone this weekend again?”

“What?”

“Well when we met up, you said you needed something to calm you down because your parents were out of town, did they leave again?” He remembered, you thought.

“Yeah, until Monday morning, they even took the car, so I just thought I would go for a bike ride, turned out to be a terrible idea”.

“I’m sorry, you should stay here tonight, you can take my bed, I'll take the couch”. He never lifted his head to look at you.

“Eddie, I can’t. I would never ask you to sleep on your couch.” Despite the fact that you could barely move, you didn’t want to think of what a night at Eddie’s trailer could be like.

“Hey, I fall asleep here like all the time when I’m drunk, I promise it’s okay.” He looked up at you with sincerity in his eyes.

“It’s comfy I swear.” He patted the cushions and exhaled a bit symbolizing a laugh.

“I really can’t go back outside, I’ll only stay if you really think it’s okay”. Eddie seemed nicer in this context. He wasn’t so painfully annoying as his usual loud, obnoxious self seemed to be.

“Of course, it’s okay. Let me go clean my room just a bit, there’s some things in there that I don’t think you wanna see.” He laughed lightly.

“Wait.” You said as he went to stand up.

“Stay here for a second.” He sat back down without question and looked at you. You continued,

“You know, you aren’t the freak everyone says you are. Yeah maybe you’re weird and frankly a little nerdy but not a freak.” You laughed and looked into his soft brown eyes. Maybe it was the comfort he provided you after whatever the hell happened to you back there but he was kind of cute.

“Haha, [y/l/n], did you really make me sit back down just to tell me I’m not a freak? Is that your version of a compliment? You do realize if anyone gave me more than two seconds of their attention maybe they would realize the same?”

“Sorry, I just figured you should hear it. Not that we really know each other but I’ve never seen this side of you. Quiet and calm.” You laughed slightly.

“You’re the same. You are completely silent in our English class, I never see you at lunch or after school and then suddenly you are screaming bloody murder at my door.”

“Fine, I guess that’s true. How about we forget everything before this happened and we get to know each other for real…like friends.” He took a second in silence.

“You really wanna be friends [y/l/n]?” You wanted to answer but you were too tired, you bobbed your head as you began to fall asleep. The blanket was warm and his presence was comforting.

“Okay [y/l/n], I’m gonna clean, give me five, I’ll be right back”. You could sort of see him through your heavy eyelids picking up dirty clothes and random shit off of his floor. The trailer wasn’t all that big but you smiled to yourself at the idea that he was cleaning just for you. You must have fallen asleep when Eddie returned and picked you up in a bridal carry to bring you to the bed. He gently placed you down and covered you with the blanket and whispered to himself,

“Damn, I never thought this would be the way [y/l/n] was gonna be in my bed. Thought it was gonna be more sexy to be honest”. He laughed slightly.

“I heard that.” You mumbled.

“Shit. Oh well, sweet dreams. I’ll be on the couch, let me know if you need anything. There’s clean clothes on the desk if you wanna wear them in the morning” You slept well. His room was small but cozy and smelled just like him. Despite the weird mix of smoke and cologne, it sort of smelled good and in the morning when you opened your eyes you noticed the massive CD collection he had. Some were stacked in piles, others just thrown about. An organized mess. You changed into the clothes he left for you. Some band t-shirt and sweatpants that you could tell he never wore. Eddie Munson in anything other than black skinny jeans? Absolutely not. Eddie was still asleep when you decided to get up. You found the bathroom and then a glass of water. You leaned against the counter and looked at Eddie fast asleep on the couch. He seemed at peace. His face was soft and almost baby-like. You thought about all the things people said about him, to him—all the things you said about and to him. You felt bad because he truly didn’t deserve it. The way he was so gentle with you last night when he could’ve just been an asshole, proved it. You didn’t want to overstay your welcome, so you gathered your stuff and slipped out of the trailer almost silently. You would see Eddie at school on Monday and you didn’t want to think about that now.

You could finally see the trailer park you were in. Nothing special. You didn’t dare go back through the woods even despite the light of the morning. You didn’t have your bike either, it was still abandoned by the side of the road you guessed so you just had to walk. It was gonna be a long walk but you felt more safe and grounded this way. About an hour into your who knows how long walk, a van pulled up next to you. You looked, it was Eddie. You did just leave without saying anything and maybe he was concerned about your safety.

“Hey! Friends don’t just leave friends without saying goodbye especially after one of them had a crazy spell not even 24 hours ago! Get in!” You sighed but he was right, you did say you wanted to be friends and you did feel bad for leaving him. Plus, where were you gonna walk to? Your house where you would be alone again? No chance. You got in and he started down the road.

“Sorry, Eddie, I just didn’t want to overstay my welcome or anything.”

“Not possible princess, you are welcome anytime.” You giggled.

“Where are you taking me anyway?”

“Second friend lesson…friends trust friends.”

“I’ve got friends, Eddie.”

“And how many of them have saved you from crazy shadow demons?” You punched him lightly in the arm. He brought you to a point away from the town that overlooked the downtown area, Hawkins High and the surrounding forests.

“No one ever comes here, consider it my spot that I am graciously sharing with you, although I would be surprised if you could find it again without my directions.”

“It’s beautiful up here, why'd you bring me here?”

“Well, m’lady, I figured since we are friends now, we ought to get to know the basics about each other, get it all out of the way so we get into the good stuff like childhood trauma and deepest secrets.” You both laughed. Suddenly you were doing just that. You sat on the tail of his van with the doors open allowing you to take in the beautiful sight before you. Eddie was wearing what he always wore and you were still in his clothes. You asked him about the sweatpants. He swore he got them for gym class but ended up skipping every time.

“It’s either black skinny jeans, boxers or nothing” He laughed. You sort of blushed at the thought of him stripped down. You didn’t smoke cigarettes but today you did as you passed it back and forth with Eddie. You were there for hours and suddenly you saw the moon begin to rise. It was getting late and you were certainly not going home and you didn’t want to make things awkward with Eddie by asking to stay at his house so you gave him directions to Sam’s house. You didn’t care if she had work or not. You were staying there. Plus you knew her parents well enough to show up without calling and they would invite you in with no questions asked. You waited in Sam’s room and she busted open the door and immediately asked what was wrong. You NEVER showed up without letting her know. You told her everything. Everything everything. No detail left out. You always told eachother everything eventually, even if you left buying drugs from Eddie out originally, she knew now.

“Wow, so you are really a thing with Eddie The Freak Munson. Never thought that could be what you had to tell me.”

“We are NOT a thing, just friends. Plus how was I supposed to know it was his trailer, it could’ve been a serial killer or something. You can’t trust everyone around here. He’s really nice, and kind of funny. He’s not what everyone thinks he is.”

“You don’t get nicknamed ‘the freak’ if you aren’t a freak. Just be careful is all.”

“Yeah yeah, I will, now I am going to sleep because I haven’t slept much in the last 48 hours thank you very much.” You rolled over and closed your eyes.

“Fine but you aren’t getting away with this friendship with THE Eddie Munson so easily. I still have more questions. Like does he really call you ‘princess’ THAT much? Anyways, goodnight”.

“Yes, yes he does. Goodnight.”

Eventually your parents returned but you didn’t tell them anything. You answered ‘how was your weekend’ with ‘fine’ and went to school. You saw Eddie in English and lunch but didn’t talk to him. He was back to his annoying loud self and you walked out of the lunchroom just as he began to stand on the table to say something about jocks and how much he hated basketball. Usually you would take the bus home but your mother wanted to pick you up and take you to some appointment. As you waited by the parking lot and sat under a tree, Eddie approached you.

“Hey princess, gotta say I’m surprised you are never ever here after the buses leave. What’s up?”

“My mother is picking me up for some appointment, just waiting I suppose.”

“Well, I guess a lady should not have to wait on her own.” He sat down. Even if you did want to wait alone, there he was sitting next to you. There was still a part of you that didn’t want to be seen with Eddie Munson but you knew that wasn’t right. He was just sitting contently, not talking for once when you said,

“Hey, come to my house tonight, we can study for our English exam. I know for a fact, you have not been paying attention in class and unfortunately, I don’t think you should become a quadruple senior if it can be avoided.” You both laughed.

“Fine, I’ll come over but I can’t promise I will pay attention to anything you try to teach me princess.” Suddenly, your mom pulled up and you shoved your Walkman in your bag and stood.

“7pm, Oak St, red door. Do not bring any drugs or my mom will flip.”

“Got it, Ms. Goody two shoes”. He mocked. You affectionately flipped him off and got into the car with your mom.

“Who is that?” She asked as soon as your head was inside the car. You knew to lie.

“Just a boy from my English class. He knows I study a lot so he asked if I could tutor him before our test tomorrow, he’s coming over tonight.”

“Fine, but he looks like trouble. You better keep your door open and he has to leave by 10. Got it?”

“Got it.” The thing is…he was trouble and you knew it deep down but he was freer than you, he was free in the way you wanted to be and you were going to take any opportunity to live like he did, even if he didn’t always make the best decisions.

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He came over, and it went well. He didn’t do much studying but you didn’t care, you just liked hanging out with him. He would lay on your bed tossing an old baseball into the air and catching it while you entertained him with stories of your childhood and middle school phases. He did the same and you would just talk to ages. It felt good to talk to someone that way considering you were quiet 90% of the time. “Study” night became a weekly thing. Tuesday nights when he didn’t have his weird D&D club.

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A few months went by of fairly consistent study nights and suddenly it was time for the school’s biggest pride, the basketball game. Frankly you wished it were something cooler like football, but there weren’t enough players for a team. Therefore, the final basketball game was the cherished social event of the season. You had to go because Sam was on the cheer team even though you dreaded sitting in a hot gym watching frail high school boys throw an orange ball around just to get excited when it made it into the hoop. It all seemed trivial to you. Eddie wasn’t there from what you could tell, if anyone hated basketball more than you it was him. It was just after half time when you decided to step outside to smoke—one of the worst influences Eddie had on you. You walked a few feet from the building when you saw him standing against a wall also smoking. You immediately put out your cigarette and ran over to him, happy to get a break from all the fakeness happening just inside the gym doors. Everyone was just trying to be someone else for the people they wanted to see. Guess that’s high school for you.

“Eddie! What are you doing here? I thought you hated basketball?” You hugged him nonchalantly.

“I do, I just missed you and knew you would be here. Plus my uncle is drinking at the trailer and I would rather not be home with him ya know?”

“You miss me? Eddie, it's not like we are dating or anything?” You laugh, oblivious to the slight hurt in his voice when he says,

“Yeah I know, I just wanted to see my favorite friend”. He forced a smile.

“Wanna hang out in your van? I could use a break from whatever the hell is happening in there”.

“Sure! Right this way m’lady.” Truth be told, Eddie was horny, and yes he did miss you and he did want to see you but he also wanted more. He was horny enough to drive all the way to the high school and to wait for you outside. Even if he didn’t get to touch you, which he never would without permission, he could at least look at you and lately he had to make due, considering you weren’t ‘dating or anything’. You sat in the back of his van and drank from the bottle he gave you. You began to relax as he sat next to you. Suddenly you grabbed his hand to examine his rings. You and Eddie didn’t touch all that often. Besides the playful punch or pat on the back, you kept your distance. Not for any particular reason, you just never felt the need to be touchy. Eddie was too scared to touch you because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop. You used your other hand to trace around his rings. They were huge and cold and the sensation was nice to your tipsy self. You asked him what each one was and if it had a meaning and he tried his best to focus on the questions but frankly all he could focus on was how your soft skin felt on his. He had always noticed you, not in a sexual way at first, but you always caught his attention, which is why he was secretly ecstatic when you wanted to buy drugs from him—an opportunity to get to know more about you. He was joking when he said that thing about you being in his bed that first night you spent in his trailer but as you spent more time together he noticed the little things about you, the little things that you didn’t want other people to notice. For example, he loved how your freckles darkened after sitting in the sun and he loved how the curve of your neck led to your collarbones. He loved how you started painting your fingernails black after he gave you his bottle of nail polish. Every little detail he found entrancing and sexy. He knew you didn’t feel the same and so he never said anything but something about tonight made him actually get up to find you. Jerking off in his room alone just wasn’t going to do it. He didn’t want you to stop but you got up and out of nowhere said,

“Give me your rings.”

“What?” He said, snapping out of his haze.

“Give them to me I wanna do something”. Frankly he would do anything you said. He took off his rings, which in all honestly he never took off, this was the first time they came off since he put them on. You slid them onto your fingers and they were entirely too big but you promised to be careful. Next you found one of his Hellfire Club t-shirts and switched it for whatever shirt you were wearing. You turned around so he wouldn’t see your bra but still Eddie gulped at the thought of you in just a black bra. When you turned back around you put on an annoying high pitched voice and said,

“Hello, princess. I am Eddie Munson and I play D&D and like Black Sabbath and sometimes I smoke. Also did I mention I have yet to graduate from high school?” You stumbled around giving your best Eddie impression. Although the alcohol made it seem much more spot on than in reality.

“What the fuck is that, [y/l/n]. You’re drunk. Sit down before you hurt yourself. Also I do not sound like that.”

“I’m not drunk, just tipsy and having fun is all.” You weren’t drunk, that was the truth but you just wanted to let go and have fun and in comparison to your normal personality, it seemed as though you were very very drunk.

“Give me my rings back before you break them or something else in here.” He laughed, it was quite entertaining. You gave all the rings back except one. It was one of the smaller rings and it fit perfectly on your index finger. Along with the ring you kept the t-shirt on. Eddie tried not to stare at the way it hugged your breasts and fell past your shorts. When he realized he’d been staring for too long he said the first thing that came to his mind,

“So…uh…how was the game before you left.”

“HA, like you care... We were winning”.

“You’re right I don’t care.” He took a swig from the bottle and took a deep breath. If he was going to say anything it had to be now. It had to be in this perfect moment of tipsiness where you were wearing his t-shirt in the back of his van spending time with him and only him.

“Fuck.” That’s all he could say. Desperate and still very horny.

“What?” You looked at him confused.

“I don’t know if I should say”. You sat up and looked him in the eyes.

“Eddie, you can tell me anything. We haven’t been hanging out this much just to not tell eachother everything.” You meant it, he could tell you anything, it wouldn’t change how you felt about him.

“This is different though.” He somberly smiled.

“Fine then, don’t say it, you’re such an asshole sometimes.”

“Fuck it. Fine…” He sat up and looked at you.

“It’s just that you are in my van with my t-shirt on and my ring and maybe it’s just because I’m super horny tonight or whatever but I would kill someone just to fuck you right now.” He didn’t break eye contact with you.

“Eddie, I…” You weren’t sober enough to completely and thoroughly process what he had said and it took you by surprise.

“No it’s fine, I know you don’t feel the same. I just needed to say that and if you don’t want to be friends or whatever anymore, I get it. If you wanna go, just go.”

“No Eddie, listen…” But he wasn’t.

“I mean fuck, this always happens, I always have to ruin the relationships that are the most important to me. FUCK.” You could tell he was spiraling and to be fair maybe you did want him to fuck you. Does he think you were playing with his rings for fun? Some men are so oblivious. He kept babbling on and you knew speaking wasn’t going to work so you gently placed your hand on his cheek and pulled his face to look at yours.

“Eddie, stop. Listen to me. Nothing you could say would change the way I feel about you. A little horniness isn’t going to change anything”. You laughed at the way it sounded.

“And who says I don’t want you to fuck me. Not to generalize you or whatever but you do happen to be a hot rocker boy with a van. Can’t say I haven’t imagined what you’d do to me every now and then.” Eddie swallowed and chose his next words carefully.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying [y/n]?” Maybe it was the alcohol, but all you said was,

“God Eddie, fuck me please, at least kiss me.” And with that Eddie was sitting in front of you pulling you in gently for a kiss. He knew he was eager to touch every part of you, to taste every part of you but he didn’t want to do something he wasn’t supposed to. He was respectful and kind and asked you if he could touch you here or kiss you there. He took it slow and you didn’t mind. It was amazing. You tried not to think about all the other girls he must have done this with.

“Fuck Eddie, that feels so good”, you moaned out as he licked the sweet spot he found on your neck. He knew that this opportunity may never come again and he wanted to milk it for all it was worth. You pushed him back and made him sit against the wall as you straddled him. It wasn’t a surprise when you felt how hard he was underneath you. He was containing himself very well for the circumstances. He cursed and moaned as you grinded on him gently, trying to get a reaction from him. You pulled at the base of his hair and when your eyes met his was full of lust. You leaned in to kiss him and only pulled away to catch your breath. His hand traveled under your shirt and stopped when he touched the edge of your bra. He pulled away from the kiss to ask if he could keep going and when you said yes, and he struggled to undo the clasp of your bra, you reached back and did it yourself. Maybe he hasn’t been with as many girls as you thought. He slowly raised your shirt until it was almost at your neck so you could give him the go ahead. He took off your shirt, threw it to the side and helped you slip your bra off. He stared at your bare chest for a minute before bringing his hands to them. You sighed as he finally made contact with your sensitive nipples. You sat up on your knees so he could reach them with his mouth and he did not hesitate to please. You again began to slowly grind on him and he moaned onto your breasts, the vibration sending a shot of pleasure through your core. His hands explored your hair and your back as you suddenly pulled away.

“It feels awfully unfair that one of us still has their shirt on”. Eddie quickly threw his shirt to the ground and you ran your hand over his necklaces that sat perfectly on his chest, down to the waistband of his infamous black skinny jeans. You backed away from the straddling position you were in so you could effectively pull down his pants and boxers. Eddie’s big personality didn’t end at his dick—he was long and relatively thick, to be fair you didn’t have many previous examples to compare him to. He was also hard, very hard and the precum oozing out of his tip was a testament to just exactly how turned on he was. To be fair you had never given a blowjob before but if there is one thing you learned from Sam, it was to fake til you make it. Confidence took over as you used your thumb to spread the liquid around his tip. Eddie hissed in pleasure and managed to say almost every curse word he could think of. This was the moment he had been dreaming about for months and he wouldn’t let anything ruin it. You removed your hand, spit on it and placed back onto his dick, beginning to slowly move up and down. You watched his face to see what pressure and speed got the most reaction and kept it going.

“Fuck, princess. If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.”

“And what’s the problem with that?” And before he could say anything else, you wrapped your lips around his tip and began to suck him off. He was in heaven, you could tell by the whimpers and sounds he was making. Who knew that such a loud, confident boy could completely change just because of your touch. Everytime his hips bucked up you gently pushed them down with your free hand. His whimpers grew louder as he got closer to releasing and you knew what you wanted. You kept the pace going and soon enough he was pulling on your hair and cumming into your mouth.

“Fuck princess, holy shit, that was amazing.” You looked up at him and swallowed as he watched. The action made him groan.

“You're incredible, princess. God, I do not regret coming here tonight. Shit.” He was breathing heavily, chest moving up and down along with his necklaces.

“Who says the fun has to stop?” You said slyly.

“Are you sure princess? You want to keep going? We don’t have to, it's okay.”

“There is no way I did all that just to get nothing back.” You stood up the best you could without hitting the ceiling of the van and you pushed your shorts off leaving just your black lacy underwear. He quickly pulled you back down and pushed himself between your legs. Kissing your thighs, he hooked one finger through the leg of your underwear and began to gently pull them down. His mouth never left the soft inside of your thighs. Suddenly you were completely naked before Eddie Munson and it was invigorating. There was a part of you that was insecure and worried what he would think considering you only had a few basic sexual experiences before. You didn’t know what you would taste like or look like to him and you were nervous. Not nervous enough to stop, just the type of nervous that’s in the back of your mind. Eddie could tell you were hesitant so he brought his head to yours, planting a firm and quick kiss on your lips before saying,

“Hey, if you’re worried, we really can stop. I won’t mind.” God, he was so sweet but you wanted this.

“No, Eddie, it’s really okay. I just haven’t done this before and I want it to be good for you.”

“Princess, believe me, I’ve imagined this moment in my head hundreds of times and so far you’ve more than exceeded my expectations. I’ll go slow, I promise.” Did he really desire you this much? You worried he only became friends with you just for the sex, but that wasn’t something you could think about now. He slowly lowered himself back down between your legs and kissed your thighs once more before gently licking your folds stopping at your clit to lick circles around it. God you hoped he was enjoying just as much as you were. Eddie groaned everytime you moaned his name and truthfully he was enjoying it probably even more than you. If he had his way, you would be sat on his face for hours but he knew he had to work up to that. In between licks he would mutter things like,

“Fuck princess, you’re so wet for me.” and “God you taste amazing”. Despite the pleasure you were feeling, you were happy for the reassurance. He went on for a few minutes only stopping to breathe or say something or moan. You started to feel the signs of an incoming climax but before you could say anything Eddie put two fingers inside of you, agonizingly slowly pushing in and out hitting your g-spot everytime. The cold metal of his rings lightly touching the sensitive folds Eddie had been licking for what felt like an eternity. You were a mess—moaning and calling out his name. Eddie was treating you like his last meal and it wasn’t long before you were coming undone onto his fingers.

“Fuck Eddie, I’m cumming.” You kept cursing and moaning as he didn’t let up and made your orgasm last as long as possible. When he finally lapped up every drop of wetness you produced. He sat up and looked at you as he licked his fingers causing you to sigh. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned in to kiss you. He thought about how hot it was that you would be able to taste yourself left on his lips. He sat in front of you, kissing you and running his hands all over your body as reassurance to himself that you were okay. When he pulled away from you he had that concerned look on his face again,

“[y/n], are you still okay? How was that?” You could tell he needed even more reassurance and so you said,

“Eddie, that was amazing. You did such a good job. Are you okay?” He lit up at the praise and smiled before kissing you again.

“Princess, do not worry about me. I am more than okay. I think I’m in heaven.” He laughed lightly. You looked down and saw he was hard again. He blushed when he noticed you looking.

“It’s okay, we can stop.” But you needed him, you felt empty when his fingers left you and you knew he could fill you up even more. You looked at him dead in the eyes and said with a seriousness in your voice,

“Eddie, I said I wanted you to fuck me, so. fuck. me.” He took no hesitation to lead you to lay down on your back. He kneeled in between your legs and rubbed himself a few times before lining up with your entrance.

“This might hurt a little, but I promise it will feel good after.” He assured you. How had he known you were a virgin? It’s not like you had ever told him explicitly. Yeah you had touched yourself before and gave a handjob to your 8th grade boyfriend but it wasn’t as good as this. He slowly pushed inside of you and he was right, it did hurt a little. It felt tight, a tightness that he was definitely enjoying.

“Fuck you’re so tight princess. Feels so good.” He could barely get out as he hissed at the sensation. He bottomed out and began to pull out—the pain had yet to subside. When he slowly pushed back in for the second time it felt better and as he continued the pain quickly turned into pleasure and as you began moaning and throwing your head back he began to pick up the pace. He wasn’t exactly railing you as he had fantasized about but he certainly never thought he would get this far in reality so he took his time. You grabbed your legs to provide him better access and he stared at the way he went in and out of you. He bent down as his hands went from your breasts to your neck to your hair and face. You eventually grabbed his hand when it went to your neck as a sign to keep it there. He applied pressure to the sides of your neck still allowing you to breath and the lack of blood to your brain made you dizzy with pleasure.

“Aww does princess like being choked?” He said slyly.

“Fuck that’s hot”. He kept a steady pace until he was about to cum.

“Princess, I’m gonna cum, fuck. Where should I…” You interrupted him,

“Inside me, please I wanna feel it, I’m on the pill don’t worry.” You said in between heavy breaths. You felt your climax coming along as well and you knew you wanted to come with him. You changed your focus to avoid coming before him. You noticed just how hot the van had gotten and how the windows were steamed up. There wasn’t any noise outside so you assumed the game was still going. All you could hear was Eddie’s moans and heavy breaths just as you could hear yours. The sound of slapping skin wasn’t quiet either. Suddenly you were both coming together and as Eddie released into you all you could feel was the warm sensation it left. He pulled out and sat back as he watched his cum slowly drip out of you. He made a mental note to never forget the sight of it. He leaned in once again to kiss you and then crawled away to find something to clean you up. His van floor was covered in blankets and pillows and magazines. Like his room it was an organized mess. He turned around with a towel in hand and assured you that it was clean. He wiped you gently leaving kisses on your forehead as he did. You both were exhausted and after finding your underwear and Eddie’s hellfire t-shirt you laid down on the van floor and closed your eyes. Eddie put on his boxers and laid next to you. You shifted your head to his chest and he placed his arm under your neck. It was nice to lay here like this. The warmth inside the van acted as your blanket as you cuddled with Eddie—both of you sticky with sweat.

“This doesn’t change anything does it?” Eddie said as he lit up a cigarette.

“No, of course not Eddie. I said that earlier.”

“Yeah but is this going to be us now? Best friends who fucked that one time?”

“I don’t know and I’m too tired to think about it. Let’s just lay like this for a little longer.” Eddie wanted to bring up how he felt for you but he decided it wasn’t the best time. You lifted your head up and planted a kiss on his jaw,

“Thank you for tonight. I really did enjoy it Eddie.” You saw him smile as you closed your eyes. Truth was, you didn’t want this to be the last time but you figured you could talk about it another time. Eddie always felt his heart race when you referred to him by his name. Most of the time people just called him ‘freak’ but you actually viewed him as a person with feelings and he couldn’t have been more grateful. You both fell asleep as your hand played with the string of his necklaces.

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You woke up a few hours later, Eddie was awake and smoking a cigarette, his arm still wrapped behind your head. You sat up a bit and grabbed the cigarette from him and took a long drag. Without saying anything you handed it back to him. You found your pants and jacket and left without saying anything. You didn’t know what to say and anything you could’ve said would have only made things more awkward. You left the van and as you looked back at Eddie his eyes were worried. He didn’t dare say anything either. You got back home and immediately went to sleep—or at least tried as your mind raced with memories of only hours before. You liked spending time with Eddie and it was true when you said he was hot—it’s just that you never considered what it would be like to date him. Truth be told you were scared of commitment and you didn’t even know if he liked you that way or not. The harsh thought that he was just friends with you for sex, settled in and made you even more worried. You purposely avoided drama and deep relationships with people. Sam was your best friend and you told her everything about your current life but that didn’t mean she knew anything about your life before Hawkins. Same went for Eddie. You hung out and he knew stupid shit like your favorite color and movie but not the things that really mattered and you didn’t care for people to know those things because you knew one day you would just move somewhere else or go to college and then it wouldn’t matter.

You laid in bed overthinking for hours. Thank god it was a Friday and you could have the weekend to think and just be alone. You slept, listened to your tapes and did homework the entire weekend and suddenly it was Monday. You didn’t want to see Eddie, you decided it was better to just not think about what had happened and you knew if you saw Eddie that one, he would want to talk and two, you had to think about it. You avoided Eddie the entire week and even though he made attempts to come up and talk to you in the lunch line and at your locker, you just walked away. Eddie’s concern for you and the relationship you had turned to anger with you for ignoring him. It escalated to the point where he showed up to your house Friday night in the middle of a thunderstorm. You happened to be in the kitchen when you heard the knock on your door. You were no less than shocked when you opened the door to reveal a soaked Eddie Munson.

“Eddie?! What the hell are you doing here?...Oh my god, just come in.” He stepped through the door, he seemed upset and angry even. He looked at you and then turned his head to see your parents in the living room watching TV and then back at you. He grabbed your hand and started to pull you up the stairs.

“Door open.” Your mom lazily yelled as you were dragged into your room. Eddie closed the door behind you and sat on your desk chair, still soaking wet. You grabbed a towel from the closet and tossed it to him. His head was in his hands as he looked at the floor—he still hadn’t said a word.

“Eddie, what is going on? You can’t just come here and drag me to my room without saying anything!” You were angry and had to remind yourself not to yell. Eddie used the towel to dry his face and without looking up he said,

“You’re the one who hasn’t said anything. You’ve been ignoring me all week.” He had a seriousness in his voice that you weren’t used to hearing.

“Eddie, I–”

“Don’t. I knew I shouldn’t have fucking said anything.” He finally looked up at you. You sat on the edge of your bed.

“I just didn’t know what to say Eddie. It was just too much. I mean everything happened so fast and I just didn’t know what to say and I knew if I saw you, that would mean I would’ve had to think about it.”

“Do you regret it, [y/n]?”

“Eddie, no of course not. I just didn’t know what was going to happen after and I was too scared that things would change and I just couldn’t bring myself to talk about it.” You spoke slowly trying to find the best way to convey how you felt even though you didn’t really know yourself.

“Fuck, [y/n], you just left me in there and I thought I was never gonna see you again and then when you ignored me at school, my worst nightmare was coming true.” Being the slight asshole you were, you said,

“Me not talking to you is your worst nightmare?” There was a sense of sarcasm in your voice but Eddie was too focused to notice.

“You know I like you right?” He looked back down to the floor to avoid seeing whatever reaction you had.

“Eddie, I—fuck, this is all so confusing—Eddie…I meant what I said when I told you I enjoyed sleeping with you. And I don’t regret it, it’s just that I’ve always just thought of you as a friend. And there was a part of me that thought maybe you were just being my friend just to eventually have sex with me. And I—”

“Never in a million years.”

“What?” Eddie got up and sat next to you taking your hands in his.

“Never in a fucking million years would I just use you for sex”. His anger seemed to subside into concern.

“I…I just think I need time, Eddie. This is a lot all at once and I’m not used to these kinds of relationships with people.”

“It’s okay, take your time. I will always be here waiting for you.” It was true. Eddie would wait. Never in his life had someone made him feel more human than you did. You looked at him and placed your hand on his cheek—his still soaked hair brushing against you. The way Eddie was kind and always concerned for you melted your heart. You could cry just thinking about it. He was loud and confident but when he was with you, you could tell just how much he cared about you—he was softer. You stroked his cheek with your thumb and thought about kissing him, but you stopped yourself not wanting to make things more complicated than they already were. You didn’t know how to respond so you stood up and grabbed the towel you tossed him earlier. You brought it over and placed it over his head.

“Come on, we gotta get you dried off.” You let out a slight laugh and rubbed the towel over his hair much like how you would dry off a dog. He grabbed your forearms and let the towel slide to the floor. He looked at you once again with his soft eyes and stood up still holding onto you.

“Can I kiss you?” He said so quietly, that you could barely hear him. He continued,

“I know things are a mess right now but I—”. Before he could say anything else you kissed him bringing your hands to his face as his hands slid to your hips resting there gently. The kiss was loving, not full of desire or passion but care and concern for one another. You let go and hugged him.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you, I mean it. It was shitty. I’m sorry”.

“Don’t apologize, it was my fault for being too forward.”

“No Eddie, enough of that shit. I did something stupid and I’m sorry.” He didn’t say anything back but hugged you harder. You backed away and started walking downstairs, he followed.

“I’ll see you Monday Eddie. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m always gonna worry about you princess.” He said with a smile and left back into the rain. It’s not like you could tell your parents about the current situation so you called Sam. Sam was friends with everyone. She was kind and respectful and was always doing one extracurricular or another and she always gave you the best advice. Sam functioned as though she had her whole life planned out, she knew who she wanted to be and you were just glad she wouldn’t judge you for the story you were about to tell her.

—Sorry for the abrupt cutoff! I swear I’m writing more as you read this! Stay tuned!

[polyamorouspunk]

Hows life

Objectively life is looking up for me right now. Tomorrow is my last day working with my boss that has it out for all of us, I’m out of my toxic FP relationship, summer is rolling in which means more things like concerts and conventions are rolling around, it’s a good time to be outside doing things because it’s not too hot yet (although it has been, it’s been like 90s this weekend and then raining up until about a few hours ago since the weekend), pride is coming up, I’m going to Florida tomorrow so that’ll be good, going to the doctors again a lot to try and manage all my shitty symptoms… these are all good things, but you know, mental health is a fickle thing, and you know the other night I dreamt of someone I’ve been in love with for over a decade who I haven’t seen in years, this morning I woke up to a dream of my ex-FP asking me to come back and saying he wanted to be mine and I said of course I wanted nothing more, and you know sometimes I just get a punch to the gut realizing that I’m not going to marry my soul-mate and they don’t love me anymore, and I don’t think they would even want to be roommates with me but I’m too afraid to ask, I mean we finally just ended Unorthodox Hero Shop for good I think because he refuses to touch it even though it’s for HIS top surgery and I mean he’s transitioning and I hope living his best life and that doesn’t include me being the love of his life anymore and that shit hurts. I get to see my grandparents tomorrow and by god as shitty as they can be sometimes overall they’re good and I love them and I miss them. I have my mom and my cousins here I get to see and when I go home to CT I do get to see my ex and my best friends but you know when I’m here, day to day, I just feel alone. I have my coworkers and my mom’s coworkers but I just crave to have people that want to come over my house and spend time with me and I threw that away because it was bad (and it really was!). Last night I had trouble sleeping because I just felt ugly like a girl who could never be pretty enough so she pretends to be a boy and like just feeling even at androgyny I’m not as attractive as other people and like really I just need to take a fucking shower and I’ll feel better about my self image but like I really just haven’t made any friends since moving here that are my friends. The “friends” I have are my coworkers and my mom’s coworkers kids. I don’t have anyone I can really be openly queer with and things like that. I had a really, really hot guy of my dreams who was really into me and like told me he wanted to have sex with me which no one has ever said to me and I feel like I threw that away and another guy like that isn’t ever going to look at me ever again etc. and all that stupid vain bullshit. Like yeah things are good I just wish I could catch up to the reality of things being good without having to force myself to be like “Things Are Good And We Are Happy™️”. I wish I didn’t have to keep reordering my thinking away from violent thoughts and wish instead that inner peace just came naturally to me.

TL;DR life is good but I’m tired of having to force myself to see it that way instead of just feeling it.

[collecting-stories]

The Arrival - Ep. 01 - JJ Maybank

Summary: The pogues (and Sarah) decide to get away from the Outer Banks for senior week though Sarah’s suggestion that they spend the vacation with a friend of hers doesn’t sit well with JJ, who just wanted a week away with friends. Though his opinion of the situation may change his expectation that nothing will go according to plan is truer than they could have hoped.

A/N: This is a ‘they’re just regular teens and there was no gold hunt’ AU. This will be a 5 part story. 

The S’week Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

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“No.” JJ shook his head, “no, no, absolutely not.”  

“Why not?” Sarah asked, looking back at her boyfriend for support. John B quickly looked away, staring out at the marsh in order to avoid the conversation.

“Why not? Because I’m not spending senior week with a bunch of fucking kooks while they prance around like their in some MTV reality show!” JJ stresses, voice raised. He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it stuck up all over the place.  

“It might not be so bad,” Kie cut in, regretting it almost immediately when JJ looked over at her, “you said yourself that we’ve done senior week here...let’s do ours somewhere else?”

“Sure. Wherever you want as long as it’s not a trip to kookland.”  

“You are so dramatic, oh my god JJ. Last time I checked you weren’t exactly rolling in it. How do you propose we pay for a week down the beach?” Sarah pointed out.  

“You got money.”

“You shouldn’t even be going! It’s not like you fucking graduated, this is senior week. For graduating seniors.” Sarah waved her hand to indicate her, John B, Kiara, and Pope.  

“Screw you!”

“Guys!” Pope finally intervened, pushing his best friend back, “okay, let’s cool down.”  

“Can we please just go to the keys? I’m sick of wasting my time arguing. If we’re going we need to leave tomorrow morning...early.” Sarah said, looking pointedly at JJ.

“Hey, I’m always on time!”  

Despite his protests JJ was exactly where he said he’d be on Friday morning at 5:30a. Sitting outside John B’s house, on time and with his bag packed for Florida. He was the first one to arrive, followed by Kiara who’d almost been early if it wasn’t for the half hour argument she’d gotten into with her mom for leaving the week after graduation. As if that wasn’t ritual.  

JJ said nothing, unusually quite and still completely pissed that everyone had been so on board with Sarah’s plan to spend Senior Week in Florida with some friend at their grandparents’ vacation home. He wanted a chill holiday, just the four of them (five because John B couldn’t be separated from Sarah) spending every day on the beach. He didn’t want some kook vacation laying around a pool drinking vodka in crystal light and talking about ‘daddy’s credit card’ and whatever dumb shit else they did on their weekends.  

With the Twinkie packed to exploding with teenagers and luggage John B took the first leg of the drive south. JJ spent the trip sitting behind the passenger’s seat, rolling blunts in his lap and ignoring his friends excitement for senior week. When Kiara nudged his leg halfway to Florida and he looked over she smiled sympathetically at him.  

“It might be a good week.” Kiara tried to sound reassuring, knowing that it was JJ’s idea to go away in the first place and that they had in fact hijacked his plans, “at least the change of scenery will be nice?”

“So far the only good thing about this trip is not being home for a week.” JJ replied, refocusing on his task. He would definitely murder one of them if he didn’t spend the week at least somewhat buzzed. If you asked anyone in the obx they’d tell you that JJ was laid back and chill, a go-with-the-flow, weed smoking, kid who would probably never grow out of his ‘it is what it is’ phase. But that wasn’t JJ at all. Sure, he could hit up a kegger at the drop of a hat but he liked a plan and he liked the plan to consider him as an important factor. Not just another nameless sidekick to John B’s summer. And so far, that’s exactly what this senior week was shaping up to become.  

“It’ll be fine dude.” Pope said, voice low so he wouldn’t draw anyone else’s attention in the van.  

JJ looked up at him and frowned before nodding. What else could he do but nod and pretend that he agreed with anything that Pope said. They were already halfway to Florida and no one cared about his opinion.  

Sometime after that JJ fell asleep, Kiara taking the same case of blunts from his lap and folding everything up into his backpack. By the time Pope pulled the Twinkie into the horseshoe driveway of a house bigger than Tannyhill, JJ had woken up again, rubbing his eyes as he looked out the window.  

“This is the shit I was talking about.” He said.  

Sarah whipped around, hair flying against her shoulders as she glared at him, “for god sake JJ, can you have a good fucking time? Please.”  

John B made a face, pleading with his best friend to chill. All he wanted was a stress free vacation and the fact that Sarah’s friend was willing to let them stay aided his ability to relax. If only it would aid JJ’s.  

You were standing outside on the steps when the bus pulled up, engine cutting in the middle of the horseshoe. Kiara recognized you from school and Pope recognised you from running groceries for his dad. Sarah pulled the door open and jumped out, throwing her arms around your shoulders.  

“Oh my god, you have no idea how much I missed you.” Sarah said, pulling away, “I’m literally gonna kill everyone, starting with JJ.”

“That makes two of us princess.” JJ remarked, glaring at her as he climbed out of bus.  

“Hey,” Kiara called, drawing attention away from JJ and Sarah, “thanks for having us.”  

“Trust me I was just happy to tell Scarlett that her and Kelce couldn’t stay here.” You replied, looking over at JJ, “I’d much rather spend my senior week with you guys.”  

“Flattered.”  

“Hey, you’ve never had to sit around listening to Topper talk about workouts.” You replied, feeling unusually proud of yourself when JJ cracked a smile.  

“Oh come on, you can’t just do a bench press without the proper preparation,” JJ joked, imitating Topper’s ‘bro’ dialect.  

You laughed and nodded, following him to the trunk to help them unload packs. “Hey Pope, my mom said you got that scholarship you were going for?” You mentioned as you grabbed Sarah’s bag.  

“I did yeah,” he smiled, surprised that you knew or remembered anything about it. He definitely considered you better than some of the other kooks on the island but that didn’t make you friends with him. You were just someone he delivered groceries to every once in a while.  

Once the bus was unpacked you led the group inside, beginning the tour of the house. You lived on Figure Eight in the Outer Banks and you had a house as nice as or better than the Camerons’ but this house was even nicer than that. Your grandparents had old money and they had used it to retire to the Florida Keys where they really only spent the winter months.  

“There are four guest bedrooms, you can divy them up however you want to, I’m this bedroom,” you pointed to the closed door behind you at the end of the hall. “The master is off limits, it’s my grandparents and they’ll murder all of you before JJ even gets the chance if you step foot in their room.” You instructed, looking over to JJ as you spoke. He smiled.

“How’ll they know?” He asked, looking down the hall toward the double doors of the master bedroom. This house could fit four of his inside of it. He shifted his weight as he looked around the hallway, the art on the wall looked like something he would have seen on a field trip to a museum, ugly and old but a clear representation of their wealth.  

“There’s a camera in their room.”

“Kinky.”

“Ew, oh my god JJ!” You practically gagged, causing him to laugh as Sarah scrunched up her face at the thought of your grandparents using the camera for anything more than G rated. “Moving on!” You continued through the whole house until you’d looped back around, reminding them again that the beach let out right behind the patio.  

Once the tour was over you pulled Sarah away from John B, telling her that you needed to talk to her alone. And truthfully, you did. You hadn’t been lying when you told her that you had turned Kelce and Scarlett away for the week. Kelce had texted you days before Sarah and asked about ‘all of us’ getting together for senior week at your grandparents. You knew what ‘all of us’ meant. Him, Scarlett, Topper, and (despite having graduated two years earlier), Rafe. If Sarah was still hanging out with them she would’ve been there too. That was the senior week Scarlett had always planned for but there wasn’t anything you wanted less in life than spending time with all your least favorite people.  

While everyone else unpacked you led Sarah into the kitchen, “so, I told you Kelce had texted me about them doing senior week here?”

“Yeah, but they’re not...”

“No,” you shook your head, “no I told them I had a full house. But they are here.”

“What do you mean here?”

“I mean they rented a place down the street. Like we can see their house from this house. Topper texted me this morning before you guys got here.” You fished your phone out of your pocket and showed Sarah the text that Topper had sent along with the picture of you out on your deck.  

“Bit stalkerish.”

“Sarah, not the point.”

“Look, it’s fine,” she replied, trying to play off that maybe she actually believed that it was fine, “they can do their thing and we’ll do ours.”  

“Yeah, that would totally be fine. Except your brother is here too.”  

Sarah groaned, “fuck.”

“What’s the matter?”  

You and Sarah turned to find John B and JJ coming into the kitchen, the latter going straight for the fridge and pulling out one of the beers that you had bought before they came down.  You watched as he popped the cap off on the counter and took a long gulp, head tilted back. Sarah smacked your arm to get your attention and both of the boys turned to look at her too.  

“Topper told me that he’s here for senior week. Him, Scarlett, Kelce...Rafe.”

“Oh cool...cool, awesome...so, the kook fucking vacation I said I didn’t want.” JJ replied, grip tightening around the beer bottle. Sarah rolled her eyes.

“It’s fine. It’s not like we have to see them.” John B replied, trying to ease his friend’s mood. He didn’t need this argument to flare up again. JJ had only just started to relax and the last thing John B wanted was for him to be in a shitty mood all week.  

“Except we always do. It’s fucking like...what’s the word?”

“Kismet?” You asked, pulling yourself up to sit on the counter as Kiara and Pope joined the small gathering.  

“What’s kismet?” Kiara asked, shaking her head when John B offered her a beer.  

“Topper and” Sarah waved her hand as if to indicate the rest of the group, “them are here.”

“What is kismet?” JJ asked, leaning toward you.  

“It means fate or destiny.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what it is. It’s my destiny to have the shittest fucking time imaginable because we all had to agree to Sarah’s kook vacation.”

“What is that, your vocabulary word for the day? I’m sorry that I didn’t envision senior week as us sitting around together in a dumpster motel with a bunch of other pogues trying to pretend that we’re not still in the Outer Banks. How dare I fucking plan an actual good vacation that you, oh that’s right, don’t have to pay for!”

“Guys,” Pope stressed the word as he stepped between Sarah and JJ, “can we please just focus on having a good time?”

“I’d have an awesome time if I was anywhere but here!” JJ shoved passed Pope and headed out the sliding glass doors toward the beach leaving the five of you to stand in the kitchen awkwardly.  

“So...” Kiara began, looking around at the group, “so Topper is here?”

“Topper, Kelce, Scarlett-”

“She’s a bitch.” Sarah cut in.

“-and Rafe.”

“Isn’t your brother a little too old to be partying on senior week?” Pope asked, looking toward Sarah. Rafe was at least two years into college by now, there was no way he should’ve been hanging around a bunch of high school kids. “Didn’t he already have a senior week?”

“He’ll probably go on senior week with Wheezie too.” You joked, “anything to party.”

“Honestly.” Sarah agreed. She had a feeling her brother’s intention was for more than just partying. If Kelce had planned to stay with you than it was obvious why Rafe was even coming down in the first place though she wasn’t about to say anything to anyone right now. Kiara, she assumed, knew that you had broken up with Rafe over spring break but she doubted that it was common island knowledge that you had been dating him at all.  

Pope suggested that it was a good idea to leave JJ be, that he’d eventually cool down and come inside on his own, especially once he realized that he had no means to get back to North Carolina. He either came in and accepted that this was the vacation they were getting or he camped out on the beach, either way he was stuck in Florida for the week. Still, you couldn’t help feeling guilty that he was having a shitty time. When Sarah had asked if she could stay with you for the week you had stressed whether it was okay with her friends or not.  

That guilty feeling was completely, so you said, the reason for heading down the beach to find JJ. “I did ask Sarah if it was cool with you guys...coming down here. I know it’s not exactly what you had in mind.” You offered as you sat beside JJ on the beach. In another hour the sun would be completely gone from the sky, the oranges and pinks in the horizon hinting at the coming night.  

“I feel like I should be bitching to a confessional about how much I can’t stand Sarah right now.” He replied.  

“I mean, you could try it?” You teased, moving so your back was to the water and you were facing  him, “alright JJ, tell us what’s got you so upset and try to include a tragic story from your past.”

JJ cracked a smile, meeting you eyes as he put on his best reality show sob voice, “I’m just like, really pissed at Sarah and it totally reminds me of the summer my turtle died.”  

You couldn’t help the burst of laughter as you fell back into the sand. JJ joined in, sour mood getting shelved for another day. He honestly didn’t hate the view or being near a beach, or the incredibly comfortable mattress that he had in the room he had claimed for himself. He was even hesitant to complain about you. Not quite the stuck-up kook that he expected, you’d been welcoming to them since the Twinkie first pulled into your driveway.  

“If it’s Top and them you aren’t thrilled about I don’t blame you. I was definitely looking forward to a drama free week and I feel like that might have just become unattainable. But, we’ll avoid them best we can and focus on other stuff.” You said, trying to ease his upset.

“Other stuff like?”  

“Other stuff like, I got invited to a party down the beach tonight...if you wanna go?” You asked, “I mean who can be sad when they’re drunk?”

“John B...never let him talk to you when he’s drunk.” JJ replied. He stood up and offered you his hand to grab.  

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You said, texting Sarah that you were headed down to a party with JJ.  

The party wasn’t far away and groups of people had already gathered despite it still being early in the night. People who had just shifted from lounging on the beach to the beginnings of what would become a party. It was still in the transition between disjointed groups sunbathing and people getting drunk as you and JJ walked up. He was quiet as you walked through people trying to find somewhere to set yourselves up.  

You weren’t sure if Sarah would really show up with everyone or if she was so peeved with JJ’s attitude that she’d stay away for the night. You kept an eye out for any sign of Topper or anyone else in his group, hoping to avoid them for as long as possible. Maybe the whole week if you were truly lucky.  

Beach parties in the keys were not as good as the boneyard parties you were used to but it would have to do for tonight.  A little less chill and relaxed, people seemed to be forcing the good time as opposed to just letting it happen. The chill vibe that you felt like it should’ve had was non-existent but you weren’t entirely sure that wasn’t just you projecting. Maybe everyone else was already having a good time and you were trying too hard already for the sake of the boy trailing  behind you. People had coolers sitting around with different seltzers, hard lemonades, seagrams, and locos but not a plain beer in sight. JJ complained about the missing keg and you tried to make up for it by offering him a peach Jack Daniels. You took a can of something called Unicorn Swirl, bypassing other people on the beach to sit up on the lifeguard’s deck.  

“This is disgusting, by the way.” JJ mentioned as he took a drink, face screwing up at the overtly sweet taste of the peach. He downed another gulp quickly, trying to trick his brain into not realizing the taste and only getting the alcohol.  

“You’ll be hard pressed to find a keg here.”

“So what I’m hearing is, even the parties are shit?”  

“Not total shit-” you paused to take a sip of your drink, JJ laughing as you almost spit it out. “Oh my god, that’s disgusting!” You gagged at the after taste, holding the 16oz can out for JJ to take, “try it.”

“You just spit it out and you want me to try it?”

“Just...you have to experience it...I can’t even describe that taste.” You replied, taking the peach from him to wash down the taste. “It doesn’t even have a flavor.”

JJ kicked it back, tilting his head and gulping. The sugary taste of whatever flavor they intended it to be made him gag worse than you had and he leaned all the way forward, spitting most of it back out onto the sand. “Holy shit! That is the worst fucking thing I’ve ever had in my life!” He exclaimed, “it tastes like fucking medicine! Why did you make me drink that?”  

“I didn’t make you.” You insisted, taking a sip from his peach.  

“You literally held it in my face and told me I ‘had to experience it’. How is that not making me?”

“Yeah  but I told you it was gross before you drank it so you already knew that.”

“I can’t believe you brought me to a beach party with nothing to drink.” He replied, taking another, smaller sip from the can and pulling a face as he made himself swallow.  

“Why are you still drinking that?”

“Trying to get drunk enough that this whole vacation doesn’t suck.” He shrugged.  

“Hey!” You reached over and smacked his arm, “the whole thing doesn’t suck! I’m super cool, what’re you talking about!”  

“Except you brought me to this party so...not as cool as you think you are.” He took another sip and gagged again, “god I have to stop drinking this.”

“Come on,” you put your peach down and grabbed the unicorn from his hand to abandon that on the lifeguard stand as well, “I know there’s a distributor around here...lets get some real beer.”  

“Sounds good to me, anything but this.” JJ replied, following you away from the crowd of people on the beach.  

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[nosebleedclub]

The Dark Suburb

((Posting again because the original post on June 11th, 2017 6:09pm is no longer available due to me deleting and re-making this blog.))

This is a compilation post of Nosebleed Club prompts from 2015-16 revolving around the concept of “the dark suburb.” 

Family Melodrama

something is wearing your mother

oh god his intestines strung up on the christmas tree

your dog’s body all over the house

banging on cellar doors

a creaking sound in your dead sister’s bedroom

warriors with spears and shields painted on the dining room ceiling of a violent family’s mansion

a woman in an expensive coat and an expensive car headed to her nephew’s funeral

coming home to a completely alien mother

getting a doberman on christmas morning that won’t let you leave the house

the reason your parents fled the city to live in the suburbs

summers in palermo where your father was looking for something

mother’s breakdown in the supermarket

the supernatural car you and your twin got for your 16th birthday

parents strangely and deeply interested in the boyfriend you brought home

a mom urging her son to quit basketball; she senses something is not right

all the holes - dozens of them - your mother dug in your backyard

grandparents hiding the reason your parents are away during your winter holiday break

your best friend doesn’t want to go to your house anymore

grandpa’s ghost followed us into the new house

dad hates her bc she killed her twin in the womb and then her mother

Do I Love You?

your boyfriend’s basketball shorts, his boy-aroma, his ghost between your legs when you watch the video of his last game

girls kissing in a gas station convenience store and a third recording them on snapchat

the boy you like drawing flowers on your ap biology practice test when you switch tests with him to grade

walking across a supermarket parking lot by yourself thinking of a boy you love

red mouth

girlfriend scrubbing the blood off her arms in the bathtub

in a tiny white house in florida, sitting on a beer-can-covered counter, legs spread apart, a boy between them

in a drug-induced haze i left home for his semi truck

he never fucked me without his ski mask on

a girl and a girl and claw marks on the door“don’t ever take me back”

The Occult

the incantation that annihilated a whole suburb

a body that drags other bodies into an oven

the witches gathering in the red lake

inhuman sacrifice

dogs gathered at the edge of town refusing to cross the boundary to the outside

a 10 year old girl with memories of a serial killing spree that occurred when her parents were children

white shirts hanging on branches all over the woods

the town of three-eyed children

arrows raining down on a soccer field

feeding time

mysterious scratch marks on your back

a fairy ring in the field where your sister disappeared

Crimes

just throw it in the back

snap!

we found the body but not the head

clearing in the forest where police found a blessed severed head

jar of baby teeth as evidence

children dressed as angels at the crime scene

seeing a face you thought you buried ten years ago at the supermarket

half a fraternity frozen under a lake

fbi agents rolling into a tiny town in appalachia

a severed arm among the hydrangeas

young men howling on the bridge one year after the murder

police cars prowling through your neighborhood, one after another - watching this from your bedroom window

Teen Dream

getting whipped by a towel in the locker room

best friend making the varsity tennis team

taking a shot of vodka in the bathroom after second period

boy gets a boner during gym class

“i’ll be like helicase i’ll unzip them genes (jeans)”

drunkenly reciting the quadratic equation

fear-mongering homecoming queen

track star died in a car accident

dead bodies photography club

“sorry i fucked up here’s some ice cream” “i’m lactose intolerant you douche”

article about demonic possession in the school newspaper

last pool party before summer ends & her hand on your thigh in your dad’s sports car

the first day back from summer vacation & someone in your friend group brings the whole #squad starbucks

a bonfire, lana del rey & drake blasting, the moon

weekend road trips to the ocean

walking around on the track alone, contemplating some philosophical concept you read about on tumblr the night before

coming out to someone completely random - a junior varsity basketball player

the last homecoming dance

lying on the track at your high school after sunset

getting picked up really early in the morning to go on a spontaneous weekend road trip

the sunday after the homecoming dance where you’re kinda tired kinda still energetic from the night before

inside a fast food restaurant drinking milkshakes eating fries until it closes

chill basement party where there’s white balloons gold confetti / glitter two girls who love each other kissing

sitting in the backseat your parents occupying the front of the car you look out the window you see the rural countryside crawl by

pool pizza party at night simple pleasures like that

on the bleachers during a powderpuff football game

sweating so much you might as well have been swimming it would be embarrassing but all the other boys are sweaty too

lost in the suburbs at like 5am and the world is still pale blue

lost in the city at 5pm the sun sinks its head behind skyscrapers

fights on the lawn of an all boys private school

applying makeup the morning after a breakup

huge friend group made up of oracles + boys’ swim team + legendary heroes + valedictorian

aesthetic blogging on a sunday afternoon just chillin in your bedroom

feeling like you could be something big if you work hard enough at it

getting psychoanalyzed by your teachers and parents and extended family

school bathroom pale blue tiles

a dream with damien hirst-esque elements

sleepover at your friend’s villa and you’re the only one awake

looking out at a black sea from your dead cousin’s bedroom window, seeing a light in the distance

funeral mass

chill that runs down your friends’ spines when you enter the classroom the morning after they tried to kill you

the sickness that spreads through the high school

sometimes i was a body in a dump sometimes i was a saint

he said he’d snapchat my burning body to all his friends

my body was evidence she was trying to get rid of

poison disguised as an eighteen year old

a world war between us

$$$

first: “super rich kids” by frank ocean

fast cars flecked with blood

girls who know you won’t be prosecuted if you’re young and rich and pretty enough

snapchat of a boy with red eyes and a glass of dom perignon with the text IS MY LIFE FUCKING REAL

snapchat of a girl’s dad’s black amex with the words MONEY CAN’T BUY HAPPINESS BUT IT GETS CLOSE

taking your middle-class friends out to nice restaurants but knowing they’re with you mainly for the money

“dude i know you’re only a year older than me but sometimes i think of you as my sugar daddy”

traveling to punta del este to find yourself but losing yourself instead

identifying heavily with the versace logo

an imperial bedroom and all one feels is the weight of all that empty space

“even my funeral has to be luxurious”

Hometown Visions

three dead owls on the side of the road

trees bare, houses barren

lanterns lit up on the dirt road at night

moths in a forgotten shed

a dusty old attic filled with dead rats and flies

seeing half your face in a splintered mirror. washing machine making dangerous sounds

midwest: watching a tornado funnel form from a window that won’t shut all the way

grass in the yard growing tall

girls carrying stray cats home

a cellar door swinging open and a man you never wanted to see ever again stepping through it, into the light

snake skins and insect carapaces organized on a torn mattress

a lovely place god abandoned

bat-filled house at the end of the street

a girl crawling out of a burning car

birds in jars

Hide & Seek

not being able to find anyone in a dark forest because they actually left you and it was just a cruel prank

person seeking you is something much worse than what you thought they were

being trapped in your hiding space & no one can find you no matter how loud you call for help

hiding in your friend’s house and finding evidence of a vile crime their parents committed

finding half of your friend

[leafs-lover]

Because Two People Got Drunk: 18.5

Chapter 18.5

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter – in case you want to refresh yourself, although I don’t think it’s all that necessary.

A/N: Italics are flashbacks. Read to the end, its worth it

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, smut, cheating

Word Count: 4100

You sit at the dimly lit bar in your hotel. You sit at the corner of the bar. It’s pretty busy with some groups scattered around the bar but you are relatively alone in your corner. You look to the full glass of whiskey at the seat beside you, ice long melted condensation leaving a ring on the wood counter. This was the drink you ordered for Fred thinking he would have arrived long ago. You grab the drink and throw it back, not nursing it like you did the first patience wearing thin.

You wish you didn’t spend the extra time on your makeup or stressing over what to wear given the current situation. There is a mess of clothes in a pile on your floor, before you finally decided on your black ribbed turtle neck with puffed sleeves. Dangling around your neck on top of your shirt is the sapphire necklace Fred got you your first Christmas as a mom. You paired it with your black and white high-waisted wool skirt and knee high leather boots. Normally you would be concerned about the cool Toronto air, but you and Fred didn’t plan on leaving the hotel limiting your time outside.

The bartender sees the empty cups and you order two more. You pull your phone out to check the time, Fred’s 40 minutes late and the last text you sent is sitting on read has been for the last twenty minutes. Due to your late flight he went out to dinner with Mitch and Auston without you, but he said he’d meet you at the hotel bar once he was back.

A few nights ago Fred stopped by to drop Oliver off at your apartment. While you had been spending a lot of the time Fred isn’t on the road together, those couple days you opted to leave Fred and Oliver to their time alone.

Once finally getting Oliver to sleep Fred pulled you onto his lap while you talked about what they did the last few days. Fred’s hand is gently resting on your waist “I actually wanted to ask you something but I don’t know how it fits in with us taking things slow” His thumb has slid under the hem of your sweater and is pressing circles softly onto your bare skin

Your shoulders stiffen as you put your hands on his chest bracing yourself with a perplexed look “okay…”

“Geez I’m not asking you to marry me, calm down” he jokes causing you to smile. “I love when you smile” he grins pulling you back for another kiss. Your body melts into the touch, relaxing while his tongue swirls around your mouth.

His hand on your neck holds you steady while his other slides around to the back of your thigh giving it a light squeeze. You squirm and giggle but Fred doesn’t release you from the searing kiss. His hand gently caresses your ass while you rock your hips against him feeling wetness pool in your core.

“I get lost in your kiss so easily” he murmurs his lips centimetres from yours.

“Then why stop” you whisper closing the gap between your mouths. Your hands run up his chest into his hair tangling around the roots tiliting his head back while you deepen the kiss. You roll your clothed core over him searching for some friction, causing Fred to groan loudly.

Your mouth slides to his jaw and onto his neck, peppering him with soft warm kisses when he pushes you away slightly. “Because I have to ask you something”

A disappointed grunt leaves your throat and Fred just laughs. You lean back sitting on the heels of your feet creating some reluctant distance between you. “What?” you ask eyes narrowed slightly but a smirk on your lips as you can’t be serious.

“So I leave tomorrow for the road trip” he starts and you nod knowing they play Boston tomorrow, Saturday in Toronto and finally ending the trip on Monday in Montreal. “So a couple of the girls are flying to Toronto Friday and then going to Montreal for some shopping. I wanted to know if you wanted a seat on that plane.”

“I didn’t know they went on road trips with you guys” you respond.

“They don’t go on a lot of them. They sometimes join us on a trip through LA or Florida to spend time on the beaches. Some come to Alberta to do some skiing but it’s not all the common. But there are a couple girls who want to see their or their husband’s family who live in the area and the rest just want to go shopping in Montreal.”

“I see” you respond.

“Given you are from there I thought you might want to go on Friday see your friends and family.” You scowl at that, you haven’t talked to your grandparents since the last time you saw them and don’t see that changing any time soon. “Or just your friends” he laughs.

“I can get two tickets to the game, and if you wanted to go to Montreal you could, or you could fly back on Sunday or even stay a few days longer in Toronto. Up to you” he shrugs.

“What about Ollie?” you ask.

“You could bring him if you wanted, but I asked Christie and she is available to watch him for the weekend. I thought you could use a break

“Okay” you respond. It’s been a bit since you have seen your friends.

“And Oliver?” he asks.

“Am I a bad mom for wanting to leave him?” you ask and Fred just laughs shaking his head. “My friends will be upset not seeing him but I really like the idea of an adult only weekend.”

“No you’re not a bad mom” he brings you in for a soft kiss. “I was kind of hoping you’d leave him, I wanted to book you a spa day with your friends and toddlers can ruin the relaxing vibe in spas” he chuckles.

“Mkay. I won’t complain about a spa day” you smile pulling his face closer, feeling his mustache tickle you while you press a kiss to his lips. “I can come back Sunday night or early Monday morning” he say lips hovering an inch from his.

“I will get you on a flight mid-day Monday so you can sleep in” he says.

“You’re amazing you know that” you whisper placing a soft kiss on his lips. You begin to rock your hips, your kiss becoming hungry.

“You might change your mind” he laughs standing up. Yours arms instinctively wrap around his neck expecting him to carry you down the hall but instead he carefully places you on the floor. He leans down for a soft kiss and when he pulls away you feel it linger on your lips “I gotta be up early so I have to go.”

“Fred” you huff in disapproval eyes going wide “are you serious?” You’re so wet you are almost surprised when you don’t see a stain on his pants

“Yup sorry” he chuckles releasing his hands from you and walking to the door. “He was a little terror because of his short nap and the teething so I have to clean my place and pack for the trip”. You follow him leaning against the wall watching while he bends down to put on his sneakers.

“Have a good night” he smirks placing a soft kiss on your cheek. He chuckles seeing your eyes pleading for more, pupils dark and hungry. Instead of giving you want you want he turns around and opens the door. Your body jumps hearing the heavy door slam shut leaving you alone. A chill runs coarse through your body, but not from the temperature.

You are drawn from your trance when with the clatter from the glasses being set on the bar. The bartender shoots you a soft smile recognizing you have been stood up before turning around. The thing is this is out of character for Fred, the past month or so he has tried to encourage you to join him and Oliver, even taken you on a few dates. You even woke up to him making you breakfast one morning saying “he had to make sure the key you gave him worked.”

You sigh putting your phone back in your purse when you feel a body slide into the empty barstool beside you.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing alone at a bar?” the man asks reaching out for the whiskey in front of him. Fred’s whiskey.

You scoff unsure if it’s because of the line or the drink “that line ever work before?”

“I don’t know, you tell me” he says taking a drink.

You gaze at him from the corner of your eye quickly before bringing your gaze back to the bar in front of you. You lean back in your seat “you should know I’m waiting for someone.”

“I know I’ve been watching you for the last 20 minutes. You waiting for a date?” he asks.

“It was supposed to be but he is almost 45 minutes late” you sigh taking a small sip.

“Wow. When he decided to blow you off did he know you looked this good?”

“He should have” you retort.

The man beside you laughs slightly and you allow yourself to peak from the corner of your eye. He has on dark jeans and a simple grey long sleeve; you don’t see a coat so he likely is staying in the hotel. Your eyes finally meet his and he smirks having caught you checking him out, your cheeks heat up and you turn your attention away. You mindlessly play with the straw in your cup, pushing the ice around. Creating a distraction from the man beside you.

“No need to be embarrassed” he says shifting closer placing a hand on your thigh. Your eyes immediately drop down watching while his pinky toys with the hem of your skirt, playfully lifting it ever so slightly.

“You should be careful; my boyfriend won’t like you touching me” you respond talking a large swig of your drink pushing his hand off your leg.

He clears his throat shifting in his seat. “Not much of a boyfriend to keep you waiting” he says reaching forward for his drink. He finishes the remainder in one final gulp; he sets the glass back down and returns his hand back on your thigh. His hand is cold and wet from the glass and it sends a chill down your spine while also electrifying your core at the same time.

“You from around here?”

“I live in Pittsburgh” you respond taking a small sip scanning around the bar in search of Fred.

“What brought you to Toronto in the middle of winter?”

“Here for the hockey game” you sigh.

His thumb slides up your thigh a bit “oh that’s right you’re Fred’s girl.” Your head immediately snaps up and looks to the man beside you, eyes going wide.

You hastily push his hand off your leg “you should go” you whisper knowing this is wrong. Your whole body shakes an uncomfortable chill coursing through you. It was wrong before allowing a stranger to touch you like that, but knowing he knows Fred makes it even worse. You turn your head back scanning around the bar, still no sign of Fred or anyone you recognize for that matter.

He shifts forward in his seat, his mouth hovering inches from your ear. “Its okay sweetheart I won’t tell.”

You take a few deep breathes and feel his lips gently touch your neck drawing goosebumps to the surface. “So are you staying here tonight?” he asks indicating the hotel. You nod silently shifting from his touch.

You sit in silence for what feels like minutes though it likely wasn’t; your heart beating through your chest. “Well I think I’m going to head out” he says breaking the silence. “You want to come beautiful or you going to sit alone a little longer?”

His warm breath is still on your neck, you look at him from the corner of your eye. He gives your thigh a squeeze and you feel yourself dripping onto your panties. It hasn’t taken much since Fred left your apartment a few days ago to get you wound up.

You bring your glass to your mouth throwing the remainder down your throat wincing at the burn. You scan around the bar seeing the groups scattered around, some of the city lights filtering in through the windows.

The bartender comes over with the bill setting is down. He throws a couple twenties down waiting for your response. You place your glass down; hand trembling under this man’s touch. You turn to face him scanning over his face, pupil’s dark blown with fire.

You pull your lower lip between your teeth, eyes locked on his. You know you shouldn’t. You know it’s wrong, even if Fred never finds out it will eat at you. You won’t be able to look him in the eyes if you go through with this and he will sense something is wrong. Whether he finds out on his own or you tell him everything will be ruined.

You know all this but maybe it’s the excitement, or maybe the 3 whiskey’s you’ve downed in the past hour but you decide against your judgement. “Let’s go” you say jumping up and practically running towards the elevator. As soon as the door closes you press him against the wall hand gripping his arms while locking him in a searing kiss. His mouth vibrates against you and you pray nobody gets on the elevator, knowing your lipstick smeared on his face leaves little to the imagination.

“Fred can never know” you say to the man in front of you.

“I won’t say a word” the man groans spinning you, pressing your back to the wall his hands gripped tightly on your hips.

“Don’t you want to know my name baby?” he groans as your hand slides down to his shaft palming over his denim.

“What’s the point you’ll forget it by the time my perfume leaves the pillow” you respond kissing him passionately.

“Fuck your trouble” he growls the elevator dinging open. He grips your hand pulling you down the hallway to his door; he fumbles briefly with his room key before the green light finally appears. As soon as the door closes his body is on yours slamming you against it. He licks a stripe from your neck to your ear and sucks on your ear lobe spreading your legs apart with his knee.

His hands dig into your hips likely leaving bruises later while he bites your neck. He rubs circles with his thumbs slowly pulling your shirt up to expose some skin. His calloused thumbs press into your exposed skin pinning you under his touch.

You struggle to find your breath his mouth trailing along your jawline. He slowly pushes your shirt up, his fingers leaving a trail of heat on your stomach. He pulls your shirt over your head throwing it aside. You see his eyes quickly gaze over your body with a devilish smirk before his mouth attaches to your chest.

His mouth sucks on your breast, his hand sliding behind you to unclasp your bra. He sucks on the top of your breast, his hand massaging your other while deep groans leave your lips. His mouth trails around your chest and neck sucking harder in each spot.

“Fuck” you groan “no marks.” You run your hands up his body tangling into the roots of his hair. His hands slide up your thigh lifting your skirt before finding your clothed core

“Your boyfriend should see them” he growls “so he knows someone treated you right.”

He bends his knee flexing his thigh into your core, his hand slowly trailing up your thigh. Your skin heats up at the anticipation while you roll your hips against him your core dripping onto his jeans. His fingers dip under your wool skirt finding your lace panties.

“Fuck your soaked” he groans sliding a finger over your slit, any regrets you had long faded from his touch. His thumb presses into your clit your head falling back against the door. His thumb begins rubbing circles in your heat spreading your wetness around. He hooks his finger in your underwear pulling it down your thighs. He spins you pushing you toward the bed throwing you onto it.

He crawls over you pressing his knee into your core; you rock your hips against him feeling the denim on your bare folds. He kisses your neck and chest, leaving a trail until he reaches your waist. He sucks a spot on your hip leaving a dark mark, his hands pushing your skirt higher until it is bunched up above your waist.

He hooks your legs over his shoulders dipping his head in, you feel him blow warm air on your core. Your head falls back onto the pillow back arching off the bed slightly. He wastes no time licking a stripe up your folds moaning when he tastes your juices.

His tongue dances around your folds when you feel two fingers dip in opening you up. His fingers curl inside you. You gasp when his mouth finds your clit and begins to suck. Your hands find his locks pulling his head closer into your core.

His fingers pick up the pace at your motions; him moaning between your legs. His calloused fingers draw inside your walls, your hips lifting closer to his face. He pumps your fingers pulling your wetness as he works you, a string of panted curse words leaving your mouth.

He finds your g-spot smirking when your legs tighten around his head. He keeps pumping his fingers hitting it with every thrust, while your hells dig into his back. His mouth sucks harder on your clit and the familiar burn builds in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m gonna cum” you pant, body squirming at the contact. The man beneath you grunts at your announcement. Your hips buck into his face your coil snapping as your orgasm rips through you. He pumps his fingers a few times working you through your high; your eyes snapping shut your breathing erratic.

You breathing steadies while his fingers slip out of you, you feel him pressing gentle kisses on your stomach. When you finally open your eyes you notice he has stripped. You try to take in his body but he rolls you onto your side to unzip your skirt. He pulls your body up pulling the bunched up fabric down your legs.

Once you are lying on your back he crawls over you engaging you in a deep sloppy kiss. You moan at the taste of yourself on his lips, your body buzzing with fire. You feel his hard member pressing at your entrance coating himself in your juices.

“Please” you whine his tip poking at your folds.

“I’ve wanted to hear you beg for my cock since I first saw you, alone at the bar” he groans and without hesitating he slips inside you stretching you out. You cry out while he pushes fully in, his mouth sucking gently on your sweet spot. He pulls back at a painfully slow pace before snapping his hips back inside you.

He gives you a few slow thrusts causing you to whine under his body. His eyes are dark with hunger as he shoots you a devilish grin. You pull him down closing the gaps between your faces locking him in a sloppy kiss while he slowly rocks into you.

You pull away gasping for air, the taste of whiskey still on his lips. “God you feel so good” he mumbles into your neck.

“Fuck please” you cry needing more from him.

“You’re so gorgeous when you beg” he grunts snapping his hips and picking up the pace. Your hands slide down his back, digging your nails in deep to his skin. He hooks an arm under your knee pushing it into your chest increasing the angle and depth he can hit you.

“You’re boyfriend fuck you this good?” he asks and your eyes go wide. You take a deep exhale with the realization of what you’re doing, but before you can feel bad he hits your g-spot and you begin to fall apart again.

Beads of sweat are on your forehead. You can tell your hair you spent hours on is a mess and your mascara is streaking down your cheeks.

“Tell me I feel better than him. Tell me I’m better than Fred” he growls when you don’t respond.

“Ye…yes” you stumble out. “So good” your breath catches in your throat.

“Say it, say I’m better than him” he grunts bringing a hand to your throat. Your airway begins to restrict as your knee is being placed over his shoulder. You rake your nails over his back leaving some marks, your back arching off the bed.

“You’re better” you croak out between breaths. His eyes darken and the edges of his lips curl upward at your admission. Your second orgasm is quickly approaching and he senses your walls tightening around him.

“You gonna cum all over my cock?” he asks and all you can manage is a slight nod. You feel him getting sloppy above you “I’m gonna cum inside you, teach Fred a lesson.”

Before you can object your second orgasm comes and your vision goes black. Your walls tighten around him nails digging into his muscles. Pleasure rips through you and a string of curse words leaving your lips while he works you through it. You feel the man above you spill deep inside, painting your walls white. He releases your leg and collapses on you, head landing on your shoulder.

Your hand comes up running through his hair, damp with sweat. The two of you lie in silence before he finally pulls out and flops onto his back. You both stare up at the ceiling for a minute, him being the one to break the silence.

“Boyfriend eh” he chuckles turning to rest on his side, his hand gently grazes the necklace around your neck.

“Shut up Fred” you groan rolling your eyes. You go to push yourself off the bed but he pulls you back throwing a leg over you to pin you to the mattress. You don’t bother fighting him and melt into his touch; he gently brushes some of your sweaty hair from your forehead.

“You’ve never called me your boyfriend before” he says kissing your cheek “I like it.”

“Make me wait 45 minutes in a bar for you again and see if still call you that” you joke smiling up at him. His golden brown eyes look down at you while he grins bringing his lips down to yours for a soft kiss.

“Sorry I ran into the goalie coach on my way down and he wanted to show me some footage” he responds.

“For 45 minutes?” you joke.

“No twenty, when I arrived I didn’t see you because it was so busy so I got a table on the other side. Then once I had my drink I saw you and I don’t know, decided to have some fun. I’m surprised you played along” he responds.

“Really? I thought you were going to break first” you laugh. “Especially when I called you my boyfriend” you quirk your eye brows playfully at him. He bites his lower lip shaking his head at you before finally carrying you to the bathroom, you both clean up. While brushing your teeth Fred leaves and comes back in wearing his boxers and he sets a t-shirt on the counter for you

“So am I allowed to stay or do I have to go to my own room?” you ask walking out of the bathroom.

“Technically you should leave, but I’m not letting you” he smiles lifting the duvet for you to crawl under with him.

“Just leave when we’re at practice so nobody sees you” he chuckles.

“So much sneaking around, it’s like were in high school” you laugh turning off the lamp. Fred shifts closer to you, to the point where you are going to be sharing a pillow. You pull Fred’s face closer for a soft kiss “good night Fred” you whisper against him.

“Goodnight girlfriend” he says bringing his lips back to you one more time.

Next Chapter

[obxfics]

Birthday Surprise

summary: it’s John B’s birthday, and you and the Pogues have something up your sleeves.

pairing: john b x reader

word count: 2,342

requested by @libby-rose-2016​

a/n: i hope this is okay! you didn’t have anything specific and this is actually the second idea i tried out lmao. hope you enjoy it!

“Does everyone understand their missions?”

You, Kie, and Pope all nodded in response to JJ’s question as the four of you huddled together in the van. JJ was taking his job as mission leader very seriously, and had surprised everyone by printing out agendas from the computers at his job at the Country Club. You all had snuck out and met up in front of the Chateau earlier in the morning to brainstorm, and every minute of it you were afraid John B would wake up and catch on to what y’all were planning.

“y/n,” JJ whispered, catching your attention again from where it had been drifting. “Stick to the agenda, okay? We’re on a tight schedule which means no macking unless I specifically wrote it in, got it?”

You stifled a laugh and saluted him, your game face unwavering. Today was important, and you couldn’t afford to fuck things up. You all had a job to do.

“We’ll be waiting here for your signal,” Pope said as he gave you an encouraging pat on the back. “You’ve got this.”

You and Kie clasped arms for a second, communicating good luck with your eyes, before you stood up and quietly rolled the door open. You offered the other three on last salute and set off towards John B’s porch. You carefully hopped around on the creaky ass wood, having done this enough times during your late night rendezvous with John B when JJ had been passed out on the couch and you had to sneak past him. Finally you slipped through the screen door and you were inside. You gave yourself a quick victory fist bump before getting back to business and tip-toeing to John B’s room. As you opened the door, you felt your gaze soften at the sigh of your boyfriend’s sleeping form. He looked so cute and peaceful, so you felt a little bad about what you were about to do.

A yell left John B’s throat when you leapt onto him and screamed, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

There were a couple seconds when he flailed around thinking he was being attacked, but he quickly calmed down when he realized it was just you peppering his face with kisses.

“What the hell was that?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around you to prevent you from pulling back.

“A birthday surprise, duh.”

“Hell of a surprise, sweetheart. I thought someone was trying to murder me.”

“Nope, just my cute ass!”

He grinned at you and gently smacked your ass, causing you to roll your eyes.“I love your cute ass.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he dragged you down into a kiss, the sweet, lazy sort you loved to receive when the two of you had just woken up. Had it been any other time, you would not have hesitated to deepen it and spend the next hour in bed with him, but you forced yourself to remember you were on a mission. John B let out a cute whine when you managed to pull away and slip out of his arms.

“Why’d you stop? It’s my birthday,” he whined, crossing his arms and giving you a little pout. “Don’t I get a birthday present?”

“Oh, sweetpea, you get to spend the whole day with me. We’ve got plenty of time for your present later,” you promised with a wink. “As for right now, we gotta get you ready for brunch!”

“What do you mean?”

You grabbed his hands and started pulling him up, happy that he decided to help you instead of being difficult. You smiled up at him once he was on his feet, wrapping your arms around his waist and preening under his soft gaze.

“My dad’s making you a birthday brunch, and even managed to rope in my brothers to help.” You reached down to pat his butt and said, “Get your ass dressed so we can eat some food!”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and moved back to get to his dresser. You sat on his bed, doing your best to somewhat make it while not getting up.

“What about the others?”

“JJ’s got work until six, Kie is under lockdown until tonight when she can sneak out, and Heyward has Pope delivering shit all over the island. We’ll hopefully meet up tonight, but the boys will be exhausted so who knows.”

You bit your lip to hide a smile when you saw John B grumpily pull a shirt over his head.

“But it’s my birthday.”

You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist to press a kiss against his clothed back.

“I know, JB, and they would all be here if they could, but JJ could lose his job if he missed, Kie’s parents would probably kill us if she tried to leave right now, and you know how Pope gets when he disappoints his dad.”

John B sighed, but you saw him nod. He understood what you were saying. At least you could be here, and damn did your dad know how to cook.

Your parents ran a restaurant that was especially popular with the Kooks for their weekend brunches, and although your mother had been raised in the Figure Eight as a Kook, she didn’t marry rich. Your dad had a humble upbringing down on the Florida Gulf Coast, but had moved here once he was married to your mom. Your mother, and surprisingly your grandparents, had long ago given up the whole Kook vs Pogue mentality, and your whole family loved the boys. There had even been a few times when JJ had gone to sleep at your grandparents’ place instead of the Chateau; the allure of a soft bed, warm shower, and home-cooked meal was too strong for him to resist.

Your two older brothers had both graduated and were off in college doing their own thing—the oldest studying hard and the middle enjoying the party scene—but y’all were still close, and when they were in town they both on occasion would take the time to surf or fish with the Pogues. Your family had all but adopted your friends, and it showed in the effort they put into celebrating each of their birthdays.

“What’s on the menu?” John B asked as he let you lead him out of the house by his hand. “Is Papa y/l/n making those bomb ass waffles and pancakes he made for Pope’s birthday?”

“Would you just be patient and wait until we get there?”

“You have no idea do you.”

“…Bitch.”

John B laughs and squeezes your hand. As the two of you pass by the Volkswagen, you whistle, signally for your other friends to sneak into the house and get started on their mission. You quickly dragged John B down for a kiss when you thought you heard the van door slide open and grass rustle as your friends ran for the house. You knew from experience that your boyfriend had a habit of drowning out the world around him when you kissed. He tried to follow when you pulled back, causing you to laugh and push him towards the driver’s side of the van.

“I don’t think it’s fair that you keep teasing me on my birthday,” he grumbled after starting up the Volkswagen. “You should be nicer to me.”

“I’m sorry baby,” you cooed. “I promise that I’ll stop teasing you. I just don’t want to be late for brunch, and have my brothers tease you on your birthday more than I’m teasing you right now.”

“They’ll still tease us. They always do.”

“Well you are dating the baby of the family.”

“Are your grandparents going to be there?”

“Of course! I think they might be gifting you a weekend at their vacation home down in the Keys.”

You laughed at the look on John B’s face. “I keep telling y’all that they love you more than they love their actual grandkids.”

“Fuck, I love your grandparents.”

“What about me?”

Now it was his time to laugh at you. He chanced a quick kiss to your lips before focusing completely on the road.

“You know you’re still my favorite, sweetheart.”

John B let out a low whistle when he pulled up to your family’s restaurant. Your dad couldn’t afford to close the place down for the day no matter how much he wanted to, so the balcony was filled with Kooks in their Sunday best. Your boyfriend felt immensely underdressed for his own birthday celebration. Sensing his discomfort, you slipped your hand into his and laced your fingers together.

“Come on, love, let’s go eat so much we explode.”

He couldn’t help the huge smile that grew on his face or the tears that formed in his eyes when he walked into the restaurant and saw your family waiting for him. They popped a few confetti poppers and rushed to hug him. You took a step back to allow your family to completely surround John B in their love. Your mother and grandmother kissed him on his cheeks, and your dad wished his “son-in-law” a very happy birthday. John B received firm pat on the back from your grandfather who couldn’t keep the fondness from his eyes as he grinned at your boyfriend. And then of course your brothers teased him for the look on his face when he walked in.

You walked up to him after your family had dispersed, feeling your heart melt at the watery smile you received. You cradled his face in your hands, kissing away any tear that managed to escape.

“Are you happy?” you asked.

He brushed his nose along the bridge of yours and let out a soft sigh. “I am so happy. Thank you for all this.”

“I mean, my parents did most of it.”

“No, thank you for bringing me into your family.”

His eyes closed as you ran your fingers through his thick locks and tugged lightly. “Of course, honey. I love you so much.”

“Believe me, not as much as I love you,” he whispered, bringing his lips closer to yours.

“Hey, lovebirds!” your oldest brother yelled. “You gonna eat or what?”

“I’ll kill him,” you promised, causing John B to laugh.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s get some food.”

You spent most of the afternoon with your family. Like you had predicted, your grandparents had gifted John B with a weekend getaway at their place in the Keys, and he had met your eyes, the promise of a romantic trip hidden in the hazel depths. You had left him with your brothers and mother as you went to go help your father wash the dishes.

“He looks happy,” your dad observed. “He deserves it, all the shit that boy has gone through.”

“He likes the family, thank god. I think he’s still surprised Kooks like him.”

“What’s there not to like? He’s smart, polite, and he treats my baby well.”

“Dad, thank you. For, you know, accepting the Pogues.”

“God only knows the shit they get from everyone else,” your dad sighed. “They’re good kids, and I’m glad I can offer them a safe place to eat and stay when things get tough.” He reached out to touch your cheek. “And they make you happy.”

Your phone buzzed on the counter. You dried off your hands to check and saw a text from Kie. It was time. You rejoined the rest of your family and bent down to whisper in John B’s ear.

“I think it’s time for your birthday present, don’t you think?”

Suddenly he was sitting up straighter, causing you to laugh. You knew that would work to get him to leave without him getting suspicious.

“We have to go meet up with the others,” you explained to your family.

Your family were quick to say their goodbyes and send the both of you off with hugs and kisses. You almost felt bad seeing how eager John B was to get home, but you knew he would still like the surprise waiting for him.

The sun was low on the horizon when the van finally pulled up to the Chateau, and you hurried to cover John B’s eyes, causing him to let out a scoff.

“What’s this?”

“Just keep walking, will you?”

“I can’t see anything, honey,” he drawled.

“Don’t get sassy with me, John B. You’ve made this walk plenty of times drunk off your ass, so I think you can manage it now.”

Finally you managed to get him to move forward until he was standing right where you wanted him. A giddy feeling rose in you when you removed your hands from his eyes and hurried to join JJ, Kie, and Pope under the large tree in the yard. You watched as John B took in his surroundings.The other three had spent the whole afternoon covering the branches of the tree and lining the roof of the house with string lights, but the main point of the whole surprise was the picnic all set up beside JJ’s jacuzzi. A whole feast (prepared by your family) was spread out, and you were impressed with how the “Happy Birthday, John B” sign had turned out. It wasn’t anything fancy, but John B could see how much effort was put behind it.

“You guys are insane,” he breathed out. “You assholes actually planned something like this? What are we, Kooks?”

You could hear him start crying as the four of you embraced him. He loved you guys; you all were his family, and his family had done all this for him. He realized that it took the whole afternoon for them to do this, and that’s why you had dragged him out with your family the whole time.

“I love you guys,” he whispered.

“Aw, shit, we love you too, John B,” JJ said.

“We’re family,” Pope added.

“And this is just what family does,” Kie laughed.

“Happy Birthday, John B,” you finished.

[patagucci34]

Partners for Life~ Tyson Jost

Warnings: swearing, some playful touching.... 

Word Count: 11k

All you wanted to do was change into comfy sweats, pour a heavy glass of wine, and forget about the awful week you had at work. But of course, there had to be something else to make this day even worse. When you were about 5 minutes away from your apartment it started down pouring. You cursed to yourself and picked up the pace.

Once you were in the comfort of your building, you let out a sigh of relief and made the trek up to your apartment. When you stepped out of the elevator you were met with a smiling face, one that normally would melt all of your worries away, but today, it only helped a little. You forced a smile back when his smile turned into a concerned frown.

"What happened to you?" He asked, stopping in front of you.

"I got caught in the rain on the way back from work."

He nodded and grabbed the bags out of your hands so you could unlock your door.

"Thanks, Tyson." You said with a small smile, hoping he would leave you be now. Normally you would welcome his company, but you really wanted that glass of wine and quiet night in by yourself. But it wasn't looking like that was the case when he strolled over to your fridge making himself at home. But that didn't stop you from wandering down the hall and taking a warm shower. Maybe then he would get the hint?

Nope. When you walked back out to the living room he was cozied up on the couch. A little bit of your annoyance dissipated when you saw the two wine glasses on the coffee table in front of him. So you grabbed one and plopped back into the couch.

"Rough week?" He asked, grabbing the other glass.

"You have no idea."

"I'm sorry, you wanna talk about it?"

"Not really.…" you sighed, "no game tonight?"

"Nah, we're leaving for a road trip tomorrow."

"Ohh nice, where to?"

"We're going to Florida."

"Ugh, I'm so jealous. I would love some nice weather right now."

Tyson chuckled, "yeah it might do you some good. You're looking a little pasty."

You rolled your eyes and pushed him playfully. "I meant mentally, but thank you for that."

"I know, I'm just messing…" he said patting your thigh "…are you sure you're okay?"

You sighed, "yeah, I just had an awful week at work, and my family has been harping on me a lot lately and I'm just over it all."

"I'm sorry, Y/n/N, what's going on at work?"

"My coworkers are just the worst. We had a huge project due this week and it seemed like I was the only one doing anything. And of course they got all of the credit. But it's fine, things should be better next week."

"What about your family?"

"Where do I even start…lately it's just been about me not having a boyfriend. I just don’t understand the fascination with my love life. My cousin is getting married soon and they really want me to bring someone…but like who cares? I'm 23, I don't see the urgency. But I also don't want to get shit for it the whole weekend. I don't know, whatever, it'll be fine, I'm just annoyed right now."

"When is the wedding?"

"A few weeks from now…why?"

"Is it the All Star break?"

"Ummmm…." you said while checking the dates "yes…why?!"

"I could be your date if you wanted…"

"No, Tyson, I can't ask you to do that."

"You're not asking, I'm offering."

"I don't know, Tys…"

"Come on, you'll have good company, you won't have to hear about how single you are…"

"Wait, you want to go as my boyfriend?"

"Well I don't think going as your friend would help…"

"You'd really do that?"

"Yes! I want to."

"Alright.…I don't know if it'll work, I'm not sure my family will even believe me."

"Oh, we can make it believable."

You eyed Tyson suspiciously but then gave in. "Okay…alright. I owe you big time."

"Let's just see how the weekend goes…" Tyson said with a smirk.

The rest of the night was spent watching New Girl. Tyson kept refilling your glass and you ended up pretty tipsy. Before Tyson left he helped you into bed and locked up your apartment on the way out.

~~~~~

The next morning, you woke up with a headache, cursing yourself for getting wine drunk. You loved being wine drunk in the moment but hated the hangover. You also cursed yourself at the thought of the little plan you and Tyson had come up with the night before. It's not that you weren't excited to spend an entire weekend with Tyson, it's just that you were pretty nervous about the whole thing. You had grown very close in your time as neighbors, but it was always just as friends. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on Tyson, but you always kept it to yourself because you didn't want to ruin their friendship, not to mention you didn't think you were his type. You were also nervous about your family buying their 'relationship'. Not only had you been telling your family that you were still single, but they would never believe that you were dating one of the Colorado Avalanche.

You tried to push it from your mind and focus on getting rid of the hangover. You made your way to the kitchen and guzzled down a glass of water accompanied by a few Tylenol and then rummaged through the fridge to make something to eat.

You posted up on the couch after you ate and watched movies all day. You were able to be a bit more productive on Sunday and cleaned your apartment and went grocery shopping for the week.

~~~~~

You didn't see Tyson until Wednesday night. He had texted you earlier in the day asking if you wanted to get take out. When you got home from work, Tyson was already in your apartment with the take out.

"I could kiss you right now, I'm starving." You said as you dropped your bags on the floor and sat down at the table."

Tyson smirked, "it might be good practice…"

"Oh my god, I actually kind of forgot about that…we should talk about our game plan."

"Yes, I like to excel so I need everything there is to know about your family so I'm fully prepared."

You rolled your eyes, "of course you do…well, I mean how long have we been dating for? I've been telling my family I'm single, but I'm sure I could come up with some excuse why I haven't told them."

"Yeah, it might be kind of weird to take your boyfriend of two weeks to a family wedding…"

"Okay, so how long do you think?"

"6 months?"

"Is that too long?"

Tyson shrugged, "I don't know, I think that's fine."

"Alright, and I think we should stick to saying we met through being neighbors."

"Good idea, less room for slip ups…what are you going to use as an excuse for not telling them?"

"I guess maybe that I wanted to feel things out and also because you're kinda famous?"

"Kinda?! I'm hurt."

You giggled at Tyson's dramatics. "Okay, sorry, you're famous. Fully famous."

"Much better…so let's start with the family lessons. I know you have 3 brothers, Charlie, Ben, and Jack. Your parents are Kate and Steve… but I think that's all I got."

"I'm impressed! Yes, Ben is the oldest, he's a lawyer, he's married to Hailey who is a nurse. Charlie is next, he's a teacher, he's engaged to Casey, who is also a teacher. Then there is Jack, he's in his second year of med school and his girlfriend is Carly, she's a physical therapist. Then my parents, Kate and Steve. My dad is a lawyer, Ben works at his firm. And my mom is a nurse. Do you want me to write this stuff down?"

"No way, I'll get it. Just keep going."

"Alright...the cousin that is getting married is on my dad's side. His name is Tom, his fiancé's name is Lauren. Tom does something with finance, I'm not exactly sure what, and Lauren is a social worker. Tom has one sister, Maddie, she's an aspiring actress…" Tyson stifled a laugh at your face when you said her occupation. "My grandparents are Dave and Shelly, they're both retired, but my grandfather was a lawyer, it’s his firm that my dad and Ben work for. And I think I can just introduce you to everyone else as we go…"

"Alright, got it."

"Do you?" You questioned, not believing him.

"Okay, fine, not yet. But I will."

~~~~~

The next few weeks went by faster than you had wanted. As the wedding grew nearer you became more and more nervous. You had let everyone know that you would be bringing your boyfriend, and of course, the questions rolled in. You told them what you had practiced with Tyson, you weren't sure where things were going to go and didn't want to get their hopes up, and because he's a professional athlete you wanted to make sure everything was sound in their relationship before you went public. Although your mom was upset that you didn’t confide in her earlier, they were happy that you had found a boyfriend. It definitely made you feel guilty for lying, but you were able to get over it.

A few days before you were leaving, you went to Tyson's game. You weren't able to go all of the time, but you had a blast when you did. You had become friends with a few of the WAGs and of course a bunch of the guys.

They were all going out after the game to celebrate the beginning of the All Star break and Tyson had invited you to go so you went down to the locker rooms after the game to wait for him.

"Y/N!" You turned at the familiar voice and smiled and gave Andre a hug.

"Hey, Burky, good game!"

"Thanks, are you coming out with us?"

"I am!!"

"Good, Tys is more fun when you're around." He said, winking. You laughed a bit before a few of the others guys joined and talked about the plans for this evening.

A few minutes later, Tyson came up behind you and wrapped his arm around you.

"Hey, Tys!" You greeted him happily.

"Hey, babe." You rolled your eyes at his choice of words. "What?! I'm just trying to get into character." He defended, which made the guys laugh. They all knew about the arrangement and most of them were hoping this weekend would be the push you needed to actually date.

"You ready?" Tyson asked. You nodded and bid farewells until later.

Tyson drove you back to you building and you split ways to get ready.

"How long do you need?" He asked.

"I'll be ready in like 20??"

"Alright, I'll come over in a half hour." He said chuckling at himself, which caused you to roll your eyes but nod your head and go inside.

An hour later you were making your way through the crowd at the club to find everyone else. Tyson had gone to get them drinks while you sat down next to EJ and Landy. Landy was grilling you about the weekend, him being the number one supporter of you guys actually dating. Luckily he let up a bit on  you when Tyson came back and started in on him.

You kept downing drinks as the night went on and ended up being very drunk. Tyson had to help you through the club and he pretty much carried you to your apartment. He was nervous to leave you alone, so he ran over to his apartment to change and came back to stay with you for the night.

~~~~~

The next morning, you groaned as you peeled your eyes open. You were slightly confused about the arm draped over you because you didn't remember talking to any guys at the club. You relaxed when you looked over and saw that it was Tyson.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." He said with a smirk.

"Morning….what are you doing here?"

"You were pretty loaded…I was nervous you might throw up in your sleep so I stayed with you."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to get so drunk…"

"I know, it's all good. You just will really be kicking yourself in the car today!"

"Ugh, don't remind me." You said and rolled back over.

"10 more minutes! Then you need to get up and get ready." Tyson reminded.

"Okay, mom." You muffled into the pillow as you fell back asleep.

An hour later you had the car packed up and were on the way. Thankfully, Tyson offered to drive, knowing your current state and just the fact you didn't love driving anyway. You played the music, luckily you had similar taste, so you jammed out for most of the 4 hour drive. You also quizzed him on your family, and just as he claimed, he remembered it all.

Tyson noticed that you had grown quiet in the last half hour. He reached over and grabbed your hand.

"Hey," he started softly, "it's going to be fine."

"I know, I'm just nervous. Even though they're happy I have a boyfriend, they can be so critical and rude. I'm going to apologize in advance for anything that they say."

"I think I can handle them…I'm used to criticism."

"I know…I just, even though we aren't actually dating, you are one of my best friends and I don't want them to scare you off."

"Don't worry about that…I'm not going anywhere." He said and gave your hand a gentle squeeze before pulling it away. You smiled at him and started to realize that this might not have been the best idea for your sake. You had been able to keep your feelings at bay, but this weekend might change that. You push those thoughts out of your mind as Tyson pulls the car into your driveway. You panicked a bit when you saw all of the cars in the driveway. It had been your understanding that Jack was going to be the only of your brothers home tonight and everyone else would be over tomorrow. Tyson noticed your panic and grabbed your hand again.

"What's wrong?"

"My mom told me Jack and Carly were going to be here tonight, not everyone else…"

"Well that's okay, we'll get it over with."

"I know, I just wasn't prepared for this. I'm sorry, I'll stop freaking out."

Tyson chuckled, "don't apologize. But don't worry either, okay? We got this." He reassured you and kissed your forehead. You blushed at the act, you guys had cuddled before and obviously shared the same bed, but this felt different, and it just made you even more nervous.

You both got out and grabbed your bags before approaching the door. You didn't even have time to put your bag down when it burst open.

"Y/N!!! I've missed you so much!" Your mom exclaimed while giving you a tight hug.

"Hi, mom, I missed you too." Once she let go, she turned to Tyson and you introduced the two. "Mom, this is Tyson, Tys, this is mom, Kate."

"Oh, it's so nice to meet you!!!" Your mom exclaimed again, pulling Tyson in for a hug.

"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. Y/L/N. I've heard so much about you."

"Oh, please, call me Kate." She said as she let go. "Well, come in! Everyone's dying to meet you!"

You glanced at Tyson and he winked in return. You followed your mom inside and you put your bags down and went into the living room where everyone was sitting. Tyson put his arm on the small of your back and you leaned into him as you walked into the room.

Your brothers all shot up and surrounded you in a hug, separating you and Tyson. You rolled your eyes but laughed and welcomed their embrace. Once they finally let you go, your dad stepped up and gave you a hug and kissed your cheek. "Hey, baby girl. It's nice to see you."

"It's good to see you too, dad, I've missed you." He gave you one more quick squeeze and let you go so you could introduce Tyson to everyone.

"Well, everyone, this is Tyson…" At this point your brother's partners had joined them. "…Tyson, this is my dad, Steve, Ben and Hailey, Charlie and Casey, and Jack and Carly."

Tyson shook all of their hands as you went down the line.

"It's nice to meet you all." Tyson said with a smile.

"It's nice to meet you too, we're glad she's finally bringing someone home to us!" Your dad joked, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Okay, well, we're gonna bring our stuff upstairs. See you in a few." You said grabbing Tyson's hand and dragging him back into the hallway.

"No funny business!" Your brother Charlie called, laughing at himself. You heard Casey scold him and smiled to yourself.

You led Tyson to your old room, telling him you'll give him a tour once you put your bags down.

"That wasn't so bad…" He said as you plopped down on the bed.

"Yet…it's been 5 minutes."

Tyson chuckled and cupped your face with hands, "hey, what did I tell you? Stop worrying."

"I know, I know. I just can't help it."

"Come on, let's go. I'm ready for the grand tour." He said taking your hands and pulling you up. You sighed, but obliged and led him out of the room.

"….and this is the kitchen!" You said as you finished the tour. Your mom smiled at the two of you as you entered the room.

"Your home is very beautiful, Kate." Tyson said to your mom.

"Oh, you're too sweet…do you mind helping me finish up dinner, Y/n/N?"

"Sure. Tys do you want to help?" You asked, not really wanting to throw him to the wolves with your brothers in the next room.

"Yeah, I'll help. What do you need us to do?" He asked sweetly.

"Can you two finish putting the salad together? All of the stuff is on the counter over there."

You nodded and went to the sink to wash your hands and then you and Tyson started cutting up vegetables. You actually were having a lot of fun, Tyson was trying out some of his new jokes on your mom, which she loved. The whole scene felt very domestic, and of course you couldn't help but think about your feelings for him. You were brought back to reality when Tyson gave you a questioning look and mouthed "are you okay?" You forced a smile back and nodded and went back to cutting vegetables.

Once the three of you finished up, your mom called everyone into the dining room for dinner. Everyone took their seats and dug right in.

"This is delicious, mom." Jack complimented with his mouth full. Everyone chuckled and agreed, your mom blushing from the compliments.

"Well, I had good helpers." She said acknowledging you and Tyson. You both smiled and went back to eating.

You were starting to get nervous because your brothers hadn't really said much to Tyson. They had always been very overprotective and tried to scare off the guys you brought around and even though Tyson wasn't actually your boyfriend you were really nervous for what they might say. You knew better than to think that maybe they grew out of that stage, so it just made you more and more anxious for when it was going to come.

You caught Jack's gaze and he gave you a devilish grin. You gave him a warning look but he just shook his head. This was it. It was coming and there was nothing you could do to stop it. You looked at Tyson and he gave you a small smile and squeezed your thigh under the table.

"So, Tyson…" Charlie started "…hockey, huh?"

You shot a glare at your brother but he just smiled sweetly.

"Uh, yeah, I've played ever since I was young."

"How reliable is it to play professionally?" Ben asked this time.

"Ben…" Your mom scolded.

"It's okay, that's a fair question." Tyson defended. "I would say it's pretty secure, as long as I'm playing well and staying healthy."

"What happens if you get injured?" Jack asked.

"Well, if it's minor I'll get treatment until it's healed and then start playing again."

"And if it's not?"

"Well, I guess, I'd be done playing hockey."

"Okay, that's enough." You said glaring at all of your brothers.

"We just want to make sure you're in good hands, Y/n/N." Jack said sweetly.

"I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself with my own salary, so Tyson's job security shouldn't be of concern." That shut them up for a little, but you knew they weren't done. Not with this dinner and certainly not for the rest of the weekend. Tyson squeezed your thigh again, that definitely being his way of telling you not to get too worked up.

Thankfully, your mom changed the subject to talk about plans for the weekend, but that didn't hold for very long.

"So, Tyson…" Jack started this time "…it must be pretty demanding being a professional athlete, do you even see Y/N that much?" You shot him another glare but he just kept smiling.

"Yeah, it can be, we live across the hall from each other so I pretty much see her whenever I'm home."

"Why does it matter to you how often we see each other?" You asked.

"We're just looking out for you, Y/n/N." Charlie defended.

"Well stop, you're just being rude."

"Alright, let's not fight at the table…" Your mom stated, trying to keep the peace. "Hailey, how are things at the hospital?"

You were thankful she changed the subject again, but you still weren't convinced it would put a total end to the grilling.

And you were right, a few minutes later, Jack spoke up again.

"Tyson, you must have a lot of girls after you, being a professional athlete and all."

You didn't even give Tyson the chance to defend himself before you lost it.

"Are you kidding me right now, Jack?! I cannot believe you would even ask that! Can you not be a dick for like one fucking weekend?!" And you stormed off up the stairs.

Tyson excused himself and followed after you. You sat on the bed, too mad to even cry, which you were thankful for. It was embarrassing enough that Tyson just had to sit through and witness what just happened.

"I'm so sorry, Tys." You apologized as he sat down next to you.

"No need to apologize, Y/n/N. It's not your fault your brother is a dick." You cracked a smile at his comment.

"I just didn't think he'd be like that. They've always been super overprotective, but that was just too much."

"It's really okay. Honestly, I can't say that I wouldn't have asked something similar to my sister's boyfriend. I get it. You're their baby sister, they just want what's best for you. I can take their crap, alright?"

"You're too good." You said with a huff, which made Tyson chuckle.

"Only for you, babe." He said and kissed your forehead. You both settled back on the bed and he tucked you into his side.

A little while later there was a knock on your door. You sat up a little bit and told them to come in. It was your mom.

"Hi, sweetie. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, I just wish Jack wasn't such an asshole."

"I know, I'm sorry, and I'm sorry Tyson that he was acting that way."

"It's okay, I understand, I have a younger sister."

"Well, I think he feels bad he upset you like that…"

"Good." You stated, causing your mom and Tyson to chuckle.

"Alright, well I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Goodnight, you two."

"Goodnight, mom."

"Goodnight, Kate."

"I, um, don't usually freak out like that so, I'm sure it really made them feel bad…" You stated.

"Yeah, now I know to never piss you off."

You laughed at Tyson and cuddled back into his side. "That kind of freak out is reserved for my brothers. You probably won't ever be on the receiving end."

"Good to know." He said chuckling back. "You wanna watch New Girl?"

"Sure, I'm gonna go get changed first."

The rest of the night was spent watching Netflix, cuddled up in your bed. No apology from Jack but you didn't really expect one. He'll probably half ass one in the morning, and you'll forgive him, you always do.

~~~~~~

You were right. When you went downstairs for breakfast, it was just Jack in the kitchen. He looked over at you and held his arms out, signifying a hug. You looked at him and raised your eyebrows, awaiting those magic words.

"Come on, are you really going to make me say it?"

"Yes! You were so awful last night. You really owe an apology to Tyson…"

"Fine, I'm sorry, Y/n/N. I took it too far."

"Yes, you did. But I forgive you…as long as you cool it for the rest of the weekend!"

"I will, I promise."

"Thank you." You beamed and gave him a hug.

"Aww, how sweet!" Charlie cooed as he interrupted you and Jack.

"Hey, I think you and Ben also owe her an apology."

"No way, we didn't take it as far as you did." Charlie defended just as Ben walked in.

"Yeah, I agree, we were pretty mild." Ben agreed.

"Would it really be that bad to apologize to me?" You asked, fully knowing the answer.

"Yes." Ben and Charlie answered at the same time.

You rolled your eyes but went about your business.

"Where is lover boy anyway?" Charlie asked.

You shrugged, "still sleeping."

"Not out for an early morning run?" Jack teased, you rolled your eyes again.

"Stop!! You said you'd cool it!"

"Relax, I'm just teasing."

You rolled your eyes as you sat down at the table and your brothers joined around you.

"But seriously, Y/n/N. Are you happy?"

"Yes, Ben, I'm very happy. He's really good to me."

"Okay good, then we're happy. But as soon as he does something to hurt you…he's done for."

"I know, I know. Although…he is a professional athlete, are you sure you could take him?" You teased.

"Please, it's no contest." Charlie defended which made you laugh.

Just as he was about to throw a grape at you, Tyson walked in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Tys!" You called from the table. He came over and sat next to you and greeted your brothers. "Are you hungry? I can make you some eggs, or we have cereal, I could make pancakes?"

"How come you didn't offer to make any of us that stuff??" Jack whined. You just rolled your eyes and looked back at Tyson.

"I'll have some eggs, but I can help you." He said and the two of you got up and started cooking.

Everyone else ended up joining you in the kitchen so you ended up making breakfast for everyone else too, but you didn't mind. It was fun to hang out with everybody and you were glad that your brothers were done with third degree.

After breakfast you and Tyson went back upstairs to showered for the day. You wanted to show him around your hometown and have a chill day because the next two days were going to be filled with wedding stuff.

When you walked back into your room after your shower, Tyson was lying on the bed looking at his phone. You were just in a towel and while you and Tyson were pretty comfortable with each other, you expected him to go take his shower so you could change. He looked up at you and smirked when he saw your attire.

"You gonna give me a show?"

"Tyson!" You cried. "We're at my parents…and it's 10 in the morning."

"So you're saying you would though?"

"Seriously, that's what you took from that?"

Tyson smirked at you and moved to get off the bed. You watched him as he rummaged through his things and then started to move past you to go to the bathroom. Just as you thought you were safe, he slapped your ass and hurried out of the room. You gasped, though it wasn't very hard, you were not expecting that. You wanted to mad but you couldn't help but smile. If he wanted to play it like that this weekend, you were gonna give it right back.

You decided to only get half-dressed to start…you put on a sexy bra and super cheeky underwear. Once satisfied with your look, you laid down on the bed and waited for Tyson to come back. You didn’t have to wait long, a few minutes later you heard him opening the door.

"Hey, do you know if there is anymore-- whoa." You smirked at the thought of Tyson's face, you couldn't see because you were lying on your stomach so your ass was showing. What you didn't bargain for was for him to be so composed and not let it get to him. So just as you were about to turn around to see what he was doing, you felt a much harder slap to your ass.

"Ow, Tyson! What the hell!"

"Hey, you put your ass out here like that…I can't help it." He smirked and plopped down next to you.

"You're the worst." You grinned as you got up to finish getting dressed.

"You ready?" You asked a little while later after both of you had gotten dressed.

"Yes ma'am, let's get to it. Lots of history to see."

"History? I would hardly call this town historical."

"Yeah, your history." He said with a sweet smile. Your heart melted and you were really starting to wonder if you would make it through this weekend.

You started off by showing him the spot where everyone went to party, you didn't stay long because it was pretty cold, but he thought it was funny that a random spot in the woods was where you used to get drunk. "Hey, you do what you gotta do in a small town." You defended before moving on. You then took him by the high school, you couldn't really spend much time there either because kids were in school. Next you brought him 'downtown'. You walked around going into different little shops and boutiques. Then you brought him to your favorite place to eat for lunch.

The two of you talked a lot about high school and how different it was for both of you. You had never really talked much about your past during your friendship so it was nice to get to know each other a little better.

"So, tell me all about high school Y/N." He said once the two of you had ordered your food.

You sighed, "what do you want to know?"

"I don't know…were you popular? A jock? A nerd?"

"I mean…I guess I was popular…I played sports, I wouldn't identify as a nerd but I did do well in school…"

"Wait you played sports?"

"Yeah, soccer, hockey, and lacrosse."

"I'm sorry, what? You played hockey?? How come you never told me?"

"I don't know…I guess it never came up."

"We talk about hockey all the time…"

"Yeah, you playing hockey…professional hockey…not high school girls hockey. Besides, I really wasn't very good soo..."

"So what?! I can't believe you didn't tell me…I'm taking you skating as soon as we get back to Denver so you can show me your moves."

You shook your head, "nope. No way."

"Why not?!"

"Because I'm really not very good, and that's why I've never mentioned it because I knew that you would make me go skating with you."

"Oh come on, I seriously doubt you're that bad."

"Compared to you, yeah, I am."

Tyson rolled his eyes. "You are so ridiculous…so what else did you do in high school?"

"Well, I was in chorus…and don't ask me to sing for you because I will not be doing that."

"Come on, you're no fun." Tyson whined.

You laughed at him and shook your head, "yeah I guess I left all of it here."

"Anything else that I don't know about you that you want to share with me?? Crazy ex boyfriends?? Girlfriends??"

"I guess I should probably tell you…I do have an ex who will be going to the wedding…we dated for a few years but he was kinda shitty.."

"Shitty?"

You sighed, not really wanting to get into it but you knew that you should give him an explanation because you really didn't know what would happen this weekend. "It was a pretty unhealthy relationship…of course I didn't really know that at the time. It wasn't until I went off to college that I started realizing that something was wrong. I tried to end things while I was away but he wouldn't really let it happen so I tried again when I went back home for break and he, like, freaked out…and um, hit me, so I called my friend to come get me… I was able to get out of the relationship with some help but nothing ever really happened to him because I guess he was having drinking issues…"

"Wait, he hit you…and your family is still bringing him around?"

"Yeah...my uncle is really good friends with his dad so…"

"I'm so sorry, Y/n/N…are you gonna be okay this weekend?"

"It's okay.…it's been a few years now. I haven't really seen him much, I usually avoid the gatherings he goes to. I'm not really sure what will happen this weekend…"

"Well I won't leave your side the whole time. I'll protect you."

"Thanks, Tys. I'm actually so thankful you came with me this weekend."

"Of course. You do so much for me all the time…it's the least I could do."

Even though he meant that in the best way possible, and despite all of the flirty comments and advances, it just reinforced that he really was just here as your friend.

You spent the rest of lunch talking about random stuff. Tyson took his phone out and started taking a picture of you.

"Stop! What are you doing?" You said covering your face.

"Put your hands down!! This is great lighting. Smile, look cute."

You relented and let him take your picture. "You better not put that anywhere."

Tyson smirked, "too late."

"Tyson! I’m gonna kill you." You checked your phone and sure enough he tagged you in his Instagram story.

"It's fine, you look really pretty!"

"Okay, but you have so many followers! They're going to think we're dating."

"We are...aren't we?"

You rolled your eyes and focused back on your food.

"I can take it down if you really want me to, but that might look extra sus."

"No, it's fine. I just will kill you if you do it again."

There wasn't really much else to show him so after you finished you headed back to your parent's house.

Your parents were the only ones home so you greeted them and headed up to your room. Tyson went to the bathroom so you took the opportunity to change into some comfy clothes and put on Netflix. You didn't acknowledge him when he walked back into your room but he had the same idea you did, he stripped down and put on some sweats before lying next to you in bed. Normally you would snuggle up next to him but you decided you needed to start distancing yourself a bit otherwise you were going to end up getting hurt.

You ended up falling asleep and woke up an hour later and woke up with your head on Tyson's shoulder. Figures, you knew that would happen. You turned your head and noticed that he was asleep too and he had wrapped his arm around your waist. You sighed as you grabbed your phone from your nightstand and settled back into bed, not wanting to wake him up.

You opened Instagram and were met with hundreds of notifications. Luckily, you were private, but you had a ton of follower requests. Thanks, Tyson. You scrolled through them, most of them being random girls, a few cute guys that you took the chance and let them follow you. There were a few people with the little blue check mark, mostly other guys in the NHL, but one in particular caught your eye. Mat Barzal. You knew that Tyson was friends with him, and you'd be lying if you denied thinking he was attractive. You had always had a little crush on him, so you accepted his request and kept scrolling through. A few minutes later, you received a DM from Mat. Your heart started racing as you went to open it.

Tyson didn't tell me his neighbor friend was so cute ;)

Okay, now you were freaking out, you did not expect that. Obviously Tyson had told him that he was going to a wedding with you. But it was also more proof that Tyson thought of you as just a friend. I mean, he would have told Mat that he liked you, right? You were interrupted from your thoughts by Tyson shifting next to you.

"Who's that?" He asked groggily.

"Um, no one." You said quickly exiting out of Instagram.

"Obviously not." He said grabbing your phone from your hand and getting out of bed.

"Tyson! Give me my phone back."

"I just want to see who's DMing you." You tried grabbing it from his hands but he held you back with one arm. "Mat?" He asked, growing serious.

"You're the one who posted the story…I'm getting lots of requests from guys in the NHL."

"But Mat?"

"You're acting as if I have any control over this."

"You know he's my friend right?"

"Tyson, he messaged me, I don't know what you want me to do."

"Are you gonna respond?"

"I don't know, I don't really know what to say back to that."

"Do you want to?"

"Well I don't want to be rude, but if it's going to bother you I guess I won't."

"No, I'm sorry, you can respond. I guess it just caught me off guard." He said giving you your phone and leaving the room.

You huffed and sat down on the bed. You were so confused. Why would Tyson react like that if he just liked you as a friend? This weekend was really messing with your head and you were kind of regretting bringing him with you. You had already accepted that you should get over your feelings for him, but now you were worried that it was going to mess with your friendship.

You contemplated what to say back to Mat. You didn't want to upset Tyson but you also didn't want to leave him on read, it might be kind of awkward if you guys ever met in person.

Tyson came back a few minutes later and seemed to be in a little bit of a better mood.

"Did you respond?" He asked, sitting down next to you.

"Not yet, I don't know what to say…any ideas?"

"You wanna mess with him a bit?" He asked with a smirk.

"I don't know, Tys, I don't know him."

"But I do…he'll think it's funny."

You sighed and handed him your phone, "fine."

Tyson took it happily and started typing away.

"What are you saying?" You asked, trying to look over his shoulder. He moved the phone so you could see it.

You know Tyson?

You looked at Tyson quizzically, "where are you going  with this?"

"I'm gonna make it seem like you don't know who he is."

"Tys, that's just mean."

"Relax, it'll be fine."

You only had to wait a few minutes before he replied again.

Wait, Tys hasn't mentioned me?

Tyson started laughing when he read it and you just rolled your eyes, wishing you had never agreed to this.

No…sorry :( Tyson cackled as he sent back,

"It’s not as funny as you think it is, you know."

"Oh, it's hilarious."

Damn, well then I guess I'm gonna have to get you to fall for me all by myself

You laughed as you watched Tyson react to the response.

"Guess that didn't work as well as you thought it would." You teased, grabbing your phone.

"Wait, let me say one more thing!!"

"No, you've done enough. I'm telling him it was a joke."

"You are absolutely no fun." Tyson whined.

You shrugged, "sorry!"

Hey, I’m so sorry, Tyson saw that you DM'd me and thought that it would be funny to mess with you…

I know who you are haha

Of course he did…what a relief though, you are very pretty I would love to meet you sometime :)

I'm sure we could make that happen…as long as Tyson doesn't get in the way.

"What are you saying?" Tyson asked when he saw you grinning at your phone like a teenager.

"Why must you know everything?"

"Because you're both my friends…"

"Fine." You said and showed him what you said. "Looks like you have to introduce us."

Tyson rolled his eyes, "we'll see."

You chose to just ignore him because you didn't want to argue anymore.

"We should probably go socialize…" You said sighing and getting up.

Tyson let out a sigh too and rummaged through his things to find a shirt to put on. Once he put one on the two of you headed downstairs.

Your mom, Casey, and Carly were in the kitchen getting started on dinner. You asked if they needed help but they said no so you went into the living room where your dad, Jack, and Charlie were all watching TV. You took the open loveseat and Tyson put his arm around you and you cuddled into his side. Although things were a little weird between the two of you, you had to keep appearances up. There wasn't much talking going on, although you were glad that your brothers were being pleasant with Tyson.

Tyson was focused on the TV while you were scrolling through Twitter. You hadn't even noticed that Tyson was now looking at your phone with you until he squeezed your shoulder and laughed at the tweet you just liked. You relaxed a little bit more in his arms, glad that things were becoming more comfortable again.

Dinner was much better than it was the night before. Everyone was laughing and making jokes, no one was grilling Tyson…

You helped your mom clean up while everyone else went into the living room to set up for a game of charades.

"So, how are you?" Your mom asked.

"Um, I'm good…why?"

"What? I can't ask how you are?"

"Well, you can, it just seemed a little out of the blue."

"I haven't really had any time alone with you…"

"I know, I'm sorry. I just worry about leaving Tyson alone with them…"

"How come you never told me about him?"

"I told you mom, I didn't know if things were serious or not, and we wanted to keep it kind of private, hockey fans can be crazy."

"I know, but I'm your mother. I want you to feel like you can tell me things like that."

"I do mom, I really do. I'm sorry, I should have told you earlier."

"Things are good with you two?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Things seemed a little tense tonight…"

"We just had a little disagreement earlier, but it's all good."

"Okay...he seems like a really great guy, Y/n/N, and the way he looks at you…it reminds me of how my father looked at my mother…he's really in love with you sweetie. I hope this works out for you two."

You smiled sweetly at your mom and gave her a hug, even though that was the last thing you wanted to hear right now. At this point, you had stopped getting your hopes at little signs because they never ended up meaning anything.  

Once you were finished cleaning up, you and your mom joined everyone else in the living room. You sat down next to Tyson and he put his arm around and kissed the side of your head. You were not looking forward to this game, your family was very competitive, and although you knew Tyson was too, it could get out of hand pretty quickly.

You were split into two teams, thankfully you were with Tyson, Charlie, Casey, and your dad. Jack and Ben are the worst to have on your team because they are the most competitive and they get super pissed when you're not performing well. Your dad and Charlie were also really good at charades so you'd probably win.

It actually ended up being a lot of fun. Thankfully, Jack and Ben didn't get too worked up and of course everyone was drinking so everyone was laughing and having a good time. Your parents called it quits when Ben and Hailey left to go back to their house. The rest of you stayed up and talked for a while before everyone slowly tucked in for the night.

When you and Tyson finally laid down you were exhausted.

"Well tonight went much better than last…" Tyson said, pulling you closer to him.

"Yes...thankfully. I was a little nervous, Jack and Ben can be a little crazy when it comes to games."

Tyson chuckled, "you're one to talk…"

You scoffed, "hey! I am not that competitive."

"Um, I have a monopoly board that would say differently."

"Oh my god, okay, I was really drunk…I don't usually get like that."

"Whatever you say…"

You shook your head and reached over to turn the lamp off.

"Do we have to be up early tomorrow?" Tyson asked.

"No, I don't think so. I think we have to be at the church by 3."

"Perfect, I want to sleep in, I'm exhausted."

"I know, me too."

"Are you gonna sleep in?" He asked, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"I'm gonna try…why?"

"It was hard to keep sleeping once you got up…"

"You want me to stay in bed until you get up?"

"Pretty please?" He asked, sticking his lip out.

You shook your head and chuckled, "yes, I can do that, but not if it's super late!!"

"Okay, deal. Night, Y/n/N."

"Goodnight, Tys."

The next morning you were kicking yourself for the deal you made. You were so tangled up in Tyson it was going to be impossible to even move. You tried to carefully grab your phone so you could see what time it was. 9 am. You relaxed and began checking all of your social media. You were careful to avoid your DMs, you didn't want him to wake up and see anything that would upset him. Although you still wanted to know why he actually cared so much about Mat messaging you.

A little while the arm around your waist tightened and Tyson's head poked up.

"So much better when you're in bed with me." He said groggily. "…just wish we were naked."

"Tyson!" You said shooting up to a sitting position. You looked over at his smug little face. "You are such an asshole."

"You love me." He shrugged, putting an arm around you.

You rolled your eyes, "you disgust me."

You laid there quietly for a few minutes before Tyson spoke up again, "you ready for today?"

"Pretty sure that should be a question for the bride…"

“`Yes but the whole reason I’m here this weekend is to help you get through it.” “Okay, yeah...I’m sure it’ll be fine. Seeing you with me should shut everyone up.”

A smug grin appeared on Tyson’s face, “I can’t argue with you there…”

You shook your head and laughed before growing serious again. “I just am a little nervous about seeing Jake...I don’t know if he’s still drinking and I’m worried he’s going to cause a scene.”

“Well if he does than fuck that. It won’t be your fault either so don’t feel bad if he does.” “I know, it’s just, everyone has always pitied him and let things slide because he’s an alcoholic. I just don’t think my family will see it as his fault...they’ll blame it on me for bringing some new guy around even though that’s all they talk about. I just can’t win with them.”

“Okay, well let’s not get too ahead of ourselves here. Hopefully everything will be fine and we won’t have to worry about it. If it does, we’ll deal with it then, okay? Just try and relax and have fun. Weddings are supposed to be fun.”

“I know...thanks, Tys. I know I keep saying this but I really do appreciate you being here with me.”

“And I will keep telling you that it’s no big deal, sweets.” You smiled as he kissed your forehead. You were quiet for a few moments before he spoke up again. “So...have you heard from Mat at all?”

“Not since last night…” You said softly while Tyson just nodded. “Why?” Tyson shrugged, “just wondering.” You gave him a pointed look. “What? I am!”

“How come you seemed so upset about it last night?” “I didn’t mean to seem upset, I just, I don’t know, it caught me off guard. But I know you think he’s attractive so go for it I guess.” He said enthusiastically.

“Okay, well I don’t care what you say, it clearly bothers you in some way, so I’m not going to talk to him.”

Tyson rolled his eyes but didn’t argue so you figured that meant there was some truth in your statement.

You laid in bed for about another hour talking about random stuff before you got up to shower and start getting ready.

“Alright,” you started as you untangle yourself from Tyson, “I’m gonna get in the shower.” “Wanna save some water and shower together?” He asked with a cheeky grin, grabbing your wrist to keep you in place.

“Absolutely not.” You said as you shrugged his hand off of yours and walked out of the room.

Tyson looked up when you walked back into your room. He opened his mouth but you cut him off before he could even say anything.

“Whatever you’re about to say, the answer is no. Go get in the shower.”

Tyson pouted, but did as he was told, not before grabbing your ass on the way out with a little giggle. You rolled your eyes and went about getting ready.

You couldn’t help but glance over at Tyson as he strolled back through the door a few minutes later. The towel he had wrapped around his waist was starting to fall off of his hips and you had a clear picture of his V line. You hadn’t really noticed that you were staring until you heard Tyson start talking to you.

“Like what you see?”

You blushed and rolled your eyes turning back towards the mirror to finish your makeup.

Once you were finally done with your makeup, Tyson had stepped out of the room so you took the opportunity to put your dress on. You slipped it on and tried your best to zip it up but you couldn’t quite reach. When you heard the door open again you turned to ask Tyson for help.

“Hey Tys can you help me-” You stopped when you saw him staring at you. “Is everything okay? Is there something wrong with my dress?” You asked, starting to panic a bit.

“No, no, not at all. I, um, you just look really beautiful.”

You visibly relaxed and smiled at him. “Thanks, Tys. Could you help me zip up though?” He nodded and stepped towards you and turned back around so he could help you. You could feel Tyson’s breath on the back of your neck. Once he zipped you up you turned around slowly, Tyson not moving a muscle. You looked up at him, his face just inches from yours. He cupped your chin in his hand and he brought your face to his and kissed you softly. You closed your eyes and welcomed his lips on yours.

Tyson pulled away after a few moments and turned away. “Shit, I’m sorry, I…” He trailed off and sat on the bed.

You grew sad at his reaction. Although he initiated the kiss it seems like he also regrets it.

“It’s okay...I, um, I’m gonna go downstairs.” You said and quickly left the room. You ducked into the bathroom and leaned against the counter willing yourself not to cry so you wouldn’t ruin your makeup. You took a few deep breaths to compose yourself and you made your way to the door. Just as you were about to turn the knob there was a knock.

“Y/n/N? Can I come in?” It was Tyson. The tears that you just suppressed were quickly coming back. You opened the door and retreated back to the counter.

“Jesus, are you crying?” You covered your face with your hands because the tears were now rolling. “Please don’t cry Y/N. I didn’t mean to upset you, jesus…” he trailed off as he placed his hands on your shoulders. “Please stop crying...I don’t know why I did that…” “It’s fine, Tys, you got caught up in the moment, it’s fine.” “What? No, not the kiss...the kiss was amazing...I totally meant to do that. I don’t know why I pulled away like that. I guess I just thought maybe that’s not what you wanted and I thought I messed everything up. I guess I did that anyway…” You didn’t say anything and you didn’t move for a few moments. “Will you look at me please?” He asked, softly guiding your chin up to look at him. “I’m sorry, Y/n/N. Please don’t be upset.” “You’re wrong you know…” He gave you a puzzled look but you just kept going. “I’ve wanted you to kiss me so badly...for so long. I just thought maybe you regretted it and that’s why you pulled away…”

“Not at all, babe...not at all.” He said, moving in, grabbing the sides of your face and kissing you tenderly.

This time when he pulled away his hands stayed where they were and he wiped away the remaining tears with his thumbs. “God you are so gorgeous.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, “Tyson, I’m crying and my makeup is everywhere.”

“That’s what makes you so beautiful.”

You shook your head and smiled at him, taking his hands in yours and bringing them to your sides.

“Come on, let’s go get you fixed up.” He said, leading you back to your room.

It didn’t take you too long to fix your makeup, and before you knew it you heard your mom yell up the stairs telling you guys to hurry up. You grabbed your shoes and sat on the bed next to Tyson to put them on. You started to open the door to leave and Tyson took your hand to stop you.

“Tys, we need to go what ar-” He stopped you with another kiss that you melted into.

“I know, I’m sorry, I just can’t get enough of your lips right now…”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, “if we go now you can explore all of my lips later…”

Tyson’s eyes widened and he hurried both of you downstairs where the rest of your family was waiting.

~~~~~~

It was a beautiful day, although still pretty cold, the sun was shining and the snow was shimmering. The church looked gorgeous, they had decorated it with tons and tons of flowers, it looked like a garden and it was beautiful.

You held onto Tyson's arm as you followed the rest of your family to sit down. You got there on the earlier side, so there weren't too many people there yet. You found yourself looking back at the doors quite often, waiting for Jake to arrive. Tyson noticed, because you really weren't being very discrete about it, so he took your hand in his and squeezed it gently. You looked at him and smiled. You were so happy and relieved that you two finally shared how you felt and that you could finally be together. You wanted to believe that nothing would ruin such a beautiful day, but if anyone could, it would be Jake.

You were successfully distracted from the door by your brother's ridiculous argument over which of your cousins was going to get the most shitfaced. By the end of it you had placed $20 on who you thought I'd be.

When the ceremony was about to start, you looked to your left and your breath hitched. You grabbed Tyson's hand and looked at you before following your gaze across the room to where Jake was. He looked back and gave you a reassuring smile and kissed the side of your head. Thankfully, the music started to play and your focus was on the wedding party walking in.

The ceremony was beautiful, their vows were adorable, and all of the speakers and passages were very fitting. It wasn't too long either, which was also nice, you couldn't sit still for very long so you liked when things were quick.

Because of all of the people leaving the church, you avoided an encounter with Jake which you were glad about but you knew it was going to happen so the dread just set in. You were able to keep pretty busy throughout the night. Introducing Tyson to everyone and catching up with family you hadn't seen in a while. Tyson stayed by your side pretty much the whole night which was super comforting. You were nervous for him to leave you because you had caught Jake staring at you a few times, and you knew as soon as you were alone he was going to come up to you.

It didn't happen for a little while longer, which you didn't know if it was better or worse because you now had multiple vodka sodas in you. You had been sitting at the table with Tyson, taking a break from the dance floor, when your dad and uncles had come up to you and asked to steal Tyson. You tried to object but your uncles were insistent on spending a little time with him. You rolled your eyes and sat back, trying to push the anxious thoughts away. But that wasn't happening when you saw him approaching you. You tried to stand up but he grabbed your arm before you could take a step.

"Y/N, please. Just let me talk to you."

You sighed and sat down, making a point to shrug your arm out of his grip.

"So, who's the guy?"

"Tyson, my boyfriend." He scoffed at your reply. "What?" You asked.

"Nothing, I'm just surprised is all."

"Why?"

"Word on the street is, he's a professional athlete."

"So?"

"So, it's probably not going to last long. I wouldn’t say that you’re really his type."

"You don't know anything about me, Jake. We haven't talked in years. And I would really like to keep it that way, so please, leave me alone."

"Oh, come on, Y/n/N. Don't be like that. I wasn't that bad, you blew things way out of proportion."

"Did I? Because I'm pretty sure if your dad wasn't as good of friends with my uncle that you would have been in jail, not rehab. You're lucky you got off as well as you did. Me? I didn't get off that easy. You really fucked me up. I couldn't get near a guy for a year because of you. You were abusive. You were an asshole. And I wish that I hadn't wasted so many years of my life with you." You weren't really sure where you got the nerve to say all that, because as soon as it came out of your mouth you were scared of how he was going to react. He opened his mouth, but before he could get a word out, you heard a voice behind you.

"I believe the lady has spoken, you can go now."

To your surprise, he walked right away. It was probably Tyson towering over him that scared him off.

"Well, I was feeling badly that I left you out in the open but it appears my girlfriend is a total badass and was fine on her own…" He commented, wrapping his arms around you and placing his chin on top of your head.

"Yeah, well I'm surprised too. I have no idea why I thought that would be a good idea. I'm not sure what would have happened if you hadn't come over."

"Well, hopefully we never have to find out…are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. It felt good to get that out."

"Good, fuck that guy."

"Yeah, fuck that guy." You said agreeing with him as you let go. "I need another drink…a stiff one."

"Anything for you, my love."

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful, however you downed a few more drinks and were very drunk. Tyson helped you to the car and then up to your room once you got home.

You stripped out of your dress and pounced on Tyson.

"Whoa, easy there killer." He said catching you and placing you gently on the bed.

You kissed for a few minutes before he climbed off of you. "Alright, bedtime."

"What?! Tyson…" you whined. "I've been waiting so long for this."

“Oh have you?!” He asked, quirking his eyebrows.

“Yes, now pleeeeeease.” She whined.

“You’re too drunk, and besides it’s a little weird with your parents down the hall.”

"Ugh, fiiiine." You pouted, taking your bra off and getting comfy in the bed.

"Can you put a shirt on?"

"Oh my god, Tyson, what is wrong with you?"

"I don't know if I can control myself laying with you naked all night. Just please." He said, throwing you one of his shirts.

You sighed and put his shirt over your head. He climbed into bed next to you and wrapped his arms around you.

"I'm so glad you came with me this weekend, Tys."

"Me too, I don't think I could have lasted much longer just as your neighbor."

"Yeah, it was starting to really get to me…"

"What do you mean?"

"I just was thinking that I was going to have to distance myself because I couldn't suppress my feelings anymore…"

"Well, then I'm definitely glad we had this weekend, I would have been really sad if you did that."

"I don't know if I could live with myself if I made you sad…not to mention I'd have Landy on my ass."

"He's been texting me all weekend."

"Really? Why?"

"Updates on if we're together or not."

"Did you tell him?"

"Nah, I want to mess with him a bit."

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, "what are you gonna do?"

"I'm just going to tell him that we had an awful weekend, we got into a huge fight and we're not even friends anymore."

"You're awful."    

"But when I finally tell him that we are together now, he'll be so happy he won't even care."

"Okay, just leave me out of it!"

"Oh you're in it now. We're partners for life."

"For life?"

"I hope so."

"Me too." You said with a small smile. You turned so you were now facing him. "Goodnight, Tys." You said softly, giving him a kiss before snuggling into his chest.

"Goodnight, Y/n/N."

~~~~~~~

The next day you had a big brunch with your family before everyone went their separate ways again. Now that you and Tyson were actually together you were so much more relaxed. Despite the hangovers, everyone was laughing and joking around. You were actually a little sad that you were leaving. But, you were excited to get out of your parent's house and spend some alone time with Tyson.

After what seemed like a never ending goodbye, you and Tyson were finally on the road back to Denver. The car ride was much more pleasurable. Again, you were more relaxed, the weekend was behind you, and you frankly couldn't wait to get back.

When you pulled into the garage, you grabbed all of your bags and headed upstairs. You parted ways so you could put your bags down. A few minutes later, Tyson strolled through your front door. You were grabbing a glass of water in the kitchen, so you got one for him too and then you went back to your room so you could unpack and start some laundry.

"Do you want to bring your laundry over here?" You asked him as you gathered your dirty clothes.

"It's alright, I can do it later."

"I don't mind, Tys. I'm doing it anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, go get it."

Tyson gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and walked off to go get his laundry.

Once you had a load going the two of you went and sat on the couch. You started off just talking but then ended up making out a bit. Tyson was now lying on top of you and things were starting to get heated when his phone rang. "Shit," he muttered as he rummaged around trying to find it on the couch. "It's Landy, I have to answer, I told him to call me."

You rolled your eyes but sat up next to him as he settled back.

"Hey, man." He greeted solemnly. You mouthed for him to put it on speaker.

"Hey, are you home? What happened?"

"Yeah, I'm home…um, things didn't go so well."

"Oh no...what happened?"

"Well, things with her family weren't good to start with. Then the first night we got into a fight about her brothers, and then we got into another argument the next day and I almost just left…I ended up staying but I don't think we're really even friends anymore…"

"WHAT?! Why wouldn't you be friends anymore? What did you do???"

You had to suppress your laughter at Tyson's face when Gabe insinuated it was something he did and not you.

"Why would you think it was something I did?!" Tyson asked, obviously very offended.

"It's Y/N…she just doesn't do anything wrong."

"Okay, well, I don't know. We need a break from each other."

"What the hell, Tyson? Did you even tell her how you feel?"

"I was going to, but I figured telling her after we just had a screaming match wouldn't be the best idea."

"You screamed at each other??? Jesus, what did you fight about?"

"Mat Barzal."

"What?!"

"Yeah he DM'd her on Instagram and it pissed me off."

"Seriously? You screamed at her?! That's not even her fault, man."

"I know, I shouldn't have gotten upset with her, but I did, and now we're just giving each other some space."

"That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Go over to her place right now and make things right."

"I can't, man."

"You can, and you will."

"No, I really can't."

"And why not?"

"Because I'm already over here."

"What?"

"I'm just messing with you, Landy. We're dating now."

"Are you kidding me?! Y/N are you there? Were you in on this??"

"I wanted no part in it!!!"

"Ugh, Tyson, I want to be so mad at you right now, but I'm too happy for you!! It's about time, though. We were going to give you guys like another week, tops, before we took matters into our own hands."

You and Tyson both laughed, "who is we?!" You asked.

"Me, Mel, basically the whole team…"

"Well I'm glad we have lots of supporters." You commented as Tyson pursed his lips.

"NO one will be butting into this relationship…I'm serious Landy."

"I'm sorry that's not the way it works, Josty." Tyson rolled his eyes but you just giggled. "Anyway, I'm glad you two love birds finally figured it out. Have a good rest of your day and use protection!!!"

Tyson rolled his eyes again and hung up on Landy. "We're turning our phones off and spending the rest of the day in the bedroom." He commanded as he put his phone down on the coffee table. He looked at you signifying for you to do the same and you obeyed then followed him into your bedroom.

[traphousebitches22]

Halloween Lovestruck

By: Rachel Knab and Brittney Riley

PART2: The Graveyard  

Everyone got in the view of the camera. He starts his intro  

Elton- “so here we are in Tallahassee Florida at a cemetery. about 4 hours from where we are staying for the weekend, I hope it will be worth it. anyway, we have here with us tonight, Rachel, Brittney and you all probably know him, Cole Sprouse. We met them at a Halloween fun park, and they were pretty cool, so we invited them.”

Elton pulled out his phone and pulls up the site he got the places name and told the history about it.

Elton- “so right behind us is the old city cemetery in Tallahassee Florida. It is the oldest cemetery here and it was the resting place for all the witches. so here we go into the dark and masteries graveyard.”

they all head into the graveyard, and they sit all their stuff down. They all sit around one of the graves Elton grabbed his backpack and pulled out a long and thin board. Corey jumps up  

Rachel- “what's wrong Corey”

Corey- “you're not scared of that thing”  

Rachel- “no not really. Why are you so scared of a board?”

Corey- " wow, do you know what can happen if you mess with one these?"

Rachel- "Yes, and it doesn't bother me."  

Rachel smiled.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Rachel, but Colby did not have a creeped-out face as everyone else did. he just stared at her with a smile on his face.

Brittney looked at Rachel and walked over to her.

Brittney- “are you really ready to tell them why you're not scared of the board, because I know at least one of them will ask.”

Rachel- “I think I am, as long as she is here with me tonight like all the other nights, we played it.”

Rachel and Britney walked back over to the group and sat back down around the board.

Corey- “so why aren't you scared of the board like all of us possies”

Rachel takes a deep breath.

Rachel- “every time I play with this board. anywhere I play it, my grandparents always find me a communicate with me. That is why I'm not scared of it.”

Everyone stared at her in disbelief except Britney.

Rachel- “I know Y'all don't believe me now but just wait you'll see.”

So, they were all sitting around the board, everyone put 2 fingers on the planchette. They all circled the bored three times.

Everybody- “Ouija we are here”

Colby- “is there any spirits here that would like to talk to one of us here”

The planchette moved slowly to yes

Rachel- “who do you want to talk too”

Corey- “come on Rachel why you got to ask that. I know it's going to move to my name it always does when these assholes ask that.”

The planchette moves slowly over the letters R.A.C.H.E.L

Everyone looks up at Rachel

Rachel- “what's your name”

Planchette moves quicker than it did the first couple of times. It moved over R.U.B.Y

Rachel starts to tear up a little.

Rachel- “are you, my grandmother.”

The planchette moves to yes.

Rachel- “what did you and everyone else call me when I was a little kid.”

Planchette moves slowly over the letters T.R.O.U.B.L.E.

A few tears fell from Rachel's face. Colby got up and came to sit by her and held her close to him she started to cry into his chest.

Rachel- “I miss her so much she was always there for me.”

Colby- “what happened to her.”

Rachel- “she was shot in a drive-by while I was in college, and I went to college in California for 4 years, so I wasn't there when it happened. I had not seen her since I left for college, so I was devastated when I got a call from my mom. I didn't go to my classes for about a month, so I had to stay an extra month.”

Colby- “when did she start talking to you through the board.”

Rachel- “about a year after she passed.”

The planchette flew across the board on to a grave and keep spinning and then it stopped where it was pointing at Rachel.

Rachel- “that's never happened to me before. That is not my grandmother anymore. Has that happened to you guys”

Elton- “it has flown across the board, but it's never came off of the board and spun like that.”

Corey- “it's the witch man. That’s why I don't mess with this shit.”  

Rachel walked over to a tree to get away from the board, then she hears her grandma's voice

Ruby- “get out of there now get the others and run.”

Rachel had tears rolling down her face. Brittney looked straight at her she ran up to her and held her.  

Brittney- “what happened.”

Rachel goes limp

Brittney- “COLBY SOMEBODY HELP.”

Colby runs over to her and Rachel

Colby- “what happened to her.”

Brittney- “she fainted this has never happened to her before.”

Colby hears the same voice Rachel did.

Ruby- “protect her.” in a quiet voice in Colby’s ear

Colby got wide-eyed and looked at Brittney.

Brittney- “what”

Colby- “you didn't hear that.”

Brittney- “no what did you hear.”

Colby- “I think it was her grandmother she told me to protect her.”

Brittney- “oh my God we need to get everyone and get out of this place like now.”

Colby picks Rachel up and carries her over to the other guys.

Colby- “we need to go now I heard her grandmother's voice tell me to protect her. Right after all the crap with the planchette, we need to leave now.”

Brittney- “yeah I think we need to too, when I ran up to her, she was crying so I think she spoke to her too.”

Elton- “ok grab all of your things we can leave the bored here we just have to say goodbye.”

         Everyone put two fingers on the planchette except Rachel and said goodbye, moved it to goodbye, and took their fingers off. Colby stared at it still holding Rachel and the planchette started to move on its own it moved to T.H.A.N.K Y.O.U. Colby walks out behind the others holding Rachel and as he walks out of the graveyard Rachel wakes up. Colby sets her down and calls the other guys.

Colby- “you guys she's awake.”

Elton- “what happened Rachel?”

Rachel- “I heard my grandmother's voice, I couldn't move. it has been so long since I have heard it.”

Elton- “what did she say?”

Rachel- “she told me to get all of you out of the graveyard. That was all I remember. How did you guys know you had to get out?”

Colby- “she spoke to me too.”

Rachel- “what did she say?”

Colby- “she told me to protect you.”

Rachel- “did anyone else hears her voice.”

Everyone shook their heads no. Rachel and Colby hear her faint voice again

Ruby- “Thank you.” talking to Colby.

       Rachel tears up and looked up at Colby, He raps his arms around her. Then she buried her face into his chest while crying. He rubbed her back slowly trying to calm her down. After a few minutes she calmed down and Colby let her go. Rachel asked them if they wanted to go back to their hotel or to the guy's hotel to talk about what just happened.

Elton- “we can go back to ours.”

       Everyone got in their vehicles and went to the guy's hotel. On the way to the hotel Brittney and Cole sat in the front to drive Rachel and Colby sat in the back. Rachel laid her head on Colby’s Shoulder. From all the stress she falls asleep holding on to his arm and her head laid on his shoulder. They arrive at their hotel they met in the front then went up to their room, they get inside and sat down anywhere.

Elton- “so what in the world did we witness at that graveyard.”

Rachel- “did anyone else hear my grandmother besides Colby?”

Corey- “I didn’t hear anything.”

Sam & Brandon- “we didn’t hear anything either”

Rachel- “that was the first time anyone else was able to hear her not even Brittney has heard her.”

Elton- “I'm surprised Corey didn’t hear anything he is usually the first to hear, see, or feel anything.”

Rachel-”so he is basically the paranormal psychic of the group.”

Corey- “yep that’s me. But I didn’t feel her presence either, I could only feel the witches or whatever it was that was trying hurt us.”

Colby- “I wonder if we could contact her again to see if me and Rachel can talk to her again and see if Corey or someone else can hear her.”

Elton- “I have an idea.” he looks over at Corey and smiles widely.

Corey- “oh yes can we also add dowsing rods?”

Rachel- “what is the thing you are talking about Elton.”

Elton- “so you use a spirit box, and you put noise canceling headphones on and you’re blindfolded. One of us might be able to hear her as well with it.”

Rachel- “oh that’s so cool. I've used dowsing rods before, and I also love using flashlights and rem pods.”

Brandon- “well we have all of that and more.”

Elton- “yeah we were going to use them tonight at the graveyard after we used the Ouija bord.”

Rachel- “yeah sorry about that.” 

Elton goes to grab all the equipment; Brandon follows behind him to help. Rachel goes to sit on the floor, everybody sits down after her making a circle. Elton and Brandon come back with a bunch of ghost hunting equipment; they sit down completing the circle they placed all the ghost hunting things in the middle of the circle.

[justsomeantifas]

i grew up in South Florida with my Mom. I was born in Michigan, and around 2000 or so, my dad ending up dying in a pretty messed up way. My mom sent me to live with my grandparents for a while. We lived in New York for a little while, Washington D.C. and finally we moved to Florida. When my mom finally came back to Florida, we lived together till around 2016, and thats when we moved back to Michigan. The whole time i was growing up, my mother never mentioned my dads side of the family, so i never had any contact with them, until we moved back. When i moved back, a few of my aunts, my cousins and my brother started to get in contact with me. I was away from them for over 18 years, and they still remembered me. Because i never had contact with them, i was a little spooked, but i never forgot about them. So around thanksgiving of 2018, i ended up going to jail. I was doing bad things and i ended up turning 21 in jail. My birthday is in January, and i didnt get out until around the beginning of april. When i got out, i came home to find everything that i owned, was sold. My clothes, my T.V.sentimental items, everything. My mom got really bad into drugs and was really abusive, so i decided to leave. I was homeless for about 2 months. During this time, i was volunteering at a local soup kitchen. I started because i was assigned community service hours, but i went everyday to help because i was homeless, so that gave me a hot meal to eat, and it made me feel good also. I actually did alot for that company, they had me as the face of thier Company, and i also was on the raido for it. Well, i also ended up missing two court dates during this time, so even though i was volunteering, i had 2 warrants over my head. While i was going thru this, i was feeling really low. I didnt have a job, i was in a city i wasn’t familiar with, and i was homless and on the run. I felt like i was completely alone, i had nothing and i couldnt lose anything. I started to post some really dark things on my facebook, and thats when my dads side of the family reached out to me again. It was one of my cousins, and he told me he would come and get me for the weekend to stay and get my mind off things. I agreed, and from the moment he picked me up, i never felt love like this before. He tookd me out to Ohio, and introduced me to all my grandmas, my aunts, my uncles, my cousins and my brother. I wasnt alone anymore. So that following week, i decided to turn myself in and get everything over with and out the way, so i could start doing better again. So, i did. By the grace of god, the Judge dismissed all my cases, i only had to do 2 weeks and i was released from probation. Within that same hour, i was on my way to Ohio to start a new life. Ive been here since around October, and ive never been happier. I got a job, i record music everyday and im happy. But this is where i need help. Me and My moms side of the family dont get along very well. I was absent for a very long time, so i dont have contact with them. When we moved back, My great grandma was the only person i still have contact with. Shes 93 and I try to talk to her whenever i can. Well, yesterday i called, and she told me some things. She has very bad vision problems, and a very bad heart. She told me the last 4 days, she was admitted into the hospital because of her heart. The hospital released her, and gave her some medication to take for 30 days until we go back on the 24th, but last night she had another attack at 3am in the middle of the night. Right now she is in Adrain Michigan, i am in Columbus Ohio. I work at a restaurant, so ive been off work for the past 2 weeks or so. I have no money and i dont know what to do. Ive asked everyone i could, and no one can help. 

I hate to ask, but if anyone could please just spare somewhere around 100 so i can pay for a bus ticket there and back, or if someone could get me a bus ticket for there and back. Im at a loss right now and this is my last resort. 

My cashapp is $jayviouswooley my venmo is @jayviouswooley. My # is 419-297-3589 if needed. Thank you.

[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Fifteen

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

(This part is loooong fam, but I promise it delivers. Fluff and smut.)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen

Masterpost

You told all your friends about your upcoming weekend with Harry. Niall was just as excited for you. You didn’t bother telling your mom, and you certainly haven’t told your siblings. You still hadn’t updated your Facebook status. You found yourself using social media less and less the more you hung out with Harry.

You didn’t want to pack too much, but you also wanted to have enough options with you depending on the weather, Harry had been really busy these last couple of weeks. Everyone was trying to get in Fall photoshoots while the leaves were changing. You decide to pull out your small carry-on bag with wheels.

One night after work you went to a lingerie store to pick out something cute to wear. You found a silk, short night gown. It was blush pink with black lace over  where your breasts would sit. You pack that first. You pull out some black booties and a couple different pairs of skinny jeans. You decide on a pair of leggings for the drive, you’d be going up Friday afternoon.

Next you had to tackle your toiletries. You had a bag for makeup, a bag for facial wash and moisturizer, and your travel body wash. Once you were satisfied with everything, you left it all near your door, so you could grab everything easily.

You leave work around 3PM to get back to your apartment to change. Niall wished you safe travels. You weren’t sure what was going to happen this weekend. You still weren’t ready to have sex with Harry, but you felt like you needed to give him more. You knew he wanted to use his hands more by the way he would grab at you. Would it be so bad if he fingered you? Your therapy has been helping a lot. Dr. Mara has helped put you back at ease. Jake can’t hurt you ever again. This was Harry, your Harry, who treats you like an absolute princess.

While you’re changing into your leggings, you hear the rustling of your door. Harry walks in with a beanie on. You trot over to him, and wrap your arms around his neck. He kisses you and smiles.

“I’m so excited Harry.” You squeak.

“Me too, I feel terrible I’ve been so busy.”

“It’s okay, it’s nice that you get so much extra work.”

He grabs your bags and brings them down to his car. It would be a little over a two hour drive up to New Hampshire. He let you pick the music. You put an RnB playlist on from 2014. You told him these were some of your favorite songs your sophomore year of college. Once in a while one of you would shout that you loved a certain song, or that you forgot it existed. Eventually you switched to some other playlists you had. You made a playlist with a bunch of songs you would listen to with your mom on long car drives. It had a mix on Bon Jovi, Journey, Barry Manalow, Gary Pucket, Eddie Money, and the Righteous Brothers. Harry was surprised you liked any of that type of music.

“How do you know all of these songs?”

“Well, my mom used to take us on a bunch of road trips and long car rides. She had these two huge CD cases in the car. She would let us pick which ones we wanted to listen to, and she would turn the volume like all the way up. We would just jam out and sing at the top of our lungs.” Shakin’ by Eddie Money comes on next. “Shit, I love this song, mind if I turn it up?”

“Go for it.”

You turn it up, and start singing along. Harry has never heard you really sing before. You didn’t have the greatest voice in the world, but you still sounded good. You could sing on key and in tune. You had sung this song enough times to know how to sing it right. Harry smiled while you sang, stealing glances when he could.

You made pretty good time to the inn. Harry only lets you carry in one of the small bags, while he carried the rest. He goes up to the check in counter, and you take the two room keys. You’re up on the second floor. As you walk in you’re in awe of how beautiful the room is. You put your bag on the floor and flop onto the bed. Harry laughs, but follows your lead.

“This bed is sooo comfy.” You sigh. “What time is it babe?”

“Just about six. We could just order room service tonight so we can relax. Go check out the bathroom, there’s a little surprise.”

You get up, and go into the large en suite. There’s a giant Jacuzzi tub that is begging to be filled. You walk back out to Harry who has a cunning grin on his face.

“Good thing I brought a bathing suit.” You wink at him.

“You don’t need a bathing suit to wear in a tub.” He wraps his arms around your waist.

“I brought a cute bathing suit, I intend to wear it.”

You unpack a bunch of your things while Harry orders room service. Twenty minutes later, a bottle of wine, two salads, and a side of fries are delivered to your room. The food is delicious, and the wine is perfect for an after dinner treat.

“Alright, let’s see that bathing suit.” Harry says while you pull your hair up into a messy bun.

“Let’s see yours.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

You go into the bathroom and change into a blue string bikini. It had a cheeky bottom, and the top just covered your breasts enough. You rarely wore it, but knew it would drive him wild. You turn the bath on to fill it up, and open the door to peak out. Your eyes grow wide when you see Harry wearing a pair of short yellow bottoms. You cough to get his attention, he whips around to look at you.

“Holy shit.”

“Told you it was cute.” You say, sauntering towards him.

“Do you wear this a lot?”

“God no, it’s way too revealing, this is a special bathing suit.” You look down at his shorts. “Yours is very cute.” He scoffs at you.

“C’mon, let’s not let those jets go to waste.” You grab the wine and your glasses.

You both get in and sigh immediately. The jets feel incredible. At first you’re sitting across from him, sipping on your wine.

“I’m so glad we did this, a perfect way to spend a long weekend.” You say.

“Yeah, it’s nice to get away once in a while. If you could go on any holiday what would it be?”

“Well, I usually go to Florida to visit with my Nannie. She has a house on the west coast, in this little community. There’s a pool and a rec center. Sometimes I’ll go with her to her jazzercise class, it’s a lot of fun. Honestly, it’s my happy place.”

“You’re really close with her, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” You want to change the subject. You’re not ready to dive in about your relationship with your grandparents, in fear you may cry. “But I suppose for like a real vacation, I love getting to go to Aruba. I’ve been twice. Oh! I went to Israel my senior year of college for a birthright trip, I’m desperate to go back there.”

“Wow, Israel, that’s incredible.”

“My sister and I went with a group, it was amazing. Honestly, my ideal vacation is just somewhere warm. I love going to the beach and getting to be lazy. I’m not into like the backpacking across a bunch of different countries thing. I bet you’ve been all over Europe.”

“Sort of. We lived hours outside of London growing up, and I never went until I was like sixteen. We didn’t have a lot of money, and going there was something the like rich kids did on the weekends. I like going to the beach too.”

“You definitely tan well, you were practically golden when you came back from New Mexico.”

“How nice of you to notice.” He takes a sip of his wine. “You’re too far away, c’mere.” You giggle and go over to him, straddling his legs so you can sit in his lap. “Much better.” You press your chest against his so he can feel you.

“So, what did you go to Aruba for?”

“Hm?”

“You mentioned you’ve been there a couple times? Was it a cruise or something?”

“Oh, no…my grandparents have a time share there. I got to go the first time as a sweet sixteen type thing. It was the most relaxing trip, but I’m always relaxed with them. The second time I went was last April with my mom and Nannie. It was the first time she had been back since I went.”

“Why’s that?” Your eyes droop, your lips form into a frown. “Sorry, I’m being nosey.”

“No, it’s okay. Um, it’s just hard to talk about is all.” You sigh. “Not something I want to dive into this weekend.”

“Alright…sorry again.” He smiles at you.

You run your wet hands through his hair while he presses his hands into your lower back. You lean down and brush your lips against his.

“You’re so handsome.” You scrunch his hair in your hands. “And your hair is always so soft.” You feel the wine hitting you more now. You lean down and kiss him, him happily taking your bottom lip into his mouth to suck and bite on. “Harry?”

“Mm?” He says, working his mouth to your jaw to plant kisses on.

“I really wanna cuddle tonight, can we do that? Just hold each other?” He looks up at you with his green eyes. His pupils are dilated.

“Of course, love. We can do whatever ya want.” You sigh happily, and set yourself so your back is to his chest.

The two of you continue to talk, and share travel stories. You learned that Harry loved when he could go to Jamaica, and he had spent one of his winter breaks in Japan all by himself. You told him more about your week in Israel, and how you’ve always wanted to go to Greece. When the water started to cool, and you both started to get pruney, you decided it was time to get out of the tub.

Harry changed into a pair of grey sweatpants, while you rummaged in your suitcase. You only brought the sexy nightgown for bed. You wanted to wait until tomorrow night to show it to him.

“Um, Harry?”

“Yeah babe?”

“Could I borrow a t-shirt for bed?” He smirks and hands you the one he had on earlier.

“Hope you don’t mind it bein’ used.”

“Not at all.” It smelled just like him, how could you mind? You wiggle on a pair of cotton panties, and climb onto the bed with him. “Why are hotel beds always so comfy?”

“I think it’s a scheme to make people come back.” He says with a half smile, and a yawn. He must be tired from the long drive. “I’m gonna turn the light off.”

“Sounds good.”

You turn over, pull is arm with you, and he wraps it around you. He nuzzles into your hair and lets out a sigh. You wiggle your butt to adjust to his shape while his legs tangle up with yours. You felt small yet safe in his arms. His body was so much bigger than yours, but it didn’t over power you. He was always so gentle and caring. You hear his light snores in your ear, and it makes you smile. He was just as comfortable with you as you were with him.

The next morning, your eyes flutter open, almost forgetting where you slept. You were laying on your back with Harry’s head nestled into your shoulder. You detach yourself from him so you can go have a shower. You needed to wash your hair today. You grab your toiletry bag, and head into the giant shower that had a waterfall head.

Harry woke up to the sound of your blow dryer, confused that you weren’t still in the bed with him. He felt sweaty, having fallen asleep in his sweatpants. He gets out of bed, and pears through the crack in the door, lightly opening it further. Your towel is wrapped securely around you, and your head is flipped over so you can properly dry the back of your hair. You flip it back over, and for a second Harry sees you in slow motion, like a movie star or something. You don’t notice him in the doorway. Your eyebrows are furrowed as you use your brush to smooth out your hair. Running your hands through, you’re satisfied with how dry you were able to get, and you turn the dryer off. You jump when you see him.

“Jesus, you scared me.” You giggle.

“Sorry ‘bout that, you just looked cute doin’ your hair.” He walks into the bathroom, and kisses you on your cheek. He grabs his tooth brush and brushes his teeth. “Was thinkin’ today before we head to the spa we could walk the property. Get some shots of the trees.”

“That would be great! What time is our appointment?”

“Not til this afternoon, plenty of time.”

You grab a pair of light washed skinny jeans that have a few rips in them, and put them on. Next you decide on a light green sweater. You plug your curling iron in, and put some makeup on while you wait for it to heat up.

“How come you’re doin’ all that?” Harry asks, sliding his black jeans up his legs.

“Well, if you’re gonna take pictures I wanna look nice, just in case I happen to be in one.” You smile at him, beginning to add curls to your ends. “Besides, you’re getting an insider look at my morning routine. Usually you’re dead asleep while I’m doing this.”

“Very true.” Harry puts on a black sweater and his beanie. He slings his camera over his torso.

“Okay, all done.” You slip on your booties, and take his hand. “I heard this place has really good breakfast.”

You settle on a waffle and some eggs for breakfast. Harry had some oatmeal with fruit in it. You both enjoyed a nice cup of coffee before heading outside. The inn sat on fifteen acres of land. Not the biggest, but not the smallest either. There were a ton of trails and paths marked out for people to walk on. The foliage was at its peak, Harry watched you gaze at the different colors on the trees that surrounded you. You hear him snap a photo.

“Harry.” You look at him rolling your eyes.

“You said you wanted your picture taken.” He laughed. “And a candid one is way better than some staged photo.” He gestures for you to look. “See, look at how beautiful you are.” You blush and kiss him on the cheek.

He continues to snap photos of the trees and leaves on your walk. You use your phone to take pictures as well. You take a couple of him while he took pictures of other things. You attempted to take a selfie, but he just took a photo of you instead with his camera.

“I want to be able to post these later.”

“You’ll be able to. I brought my computer so I can load the SD card right in.”

“Lemme take some pictures with your camera.” He takes it off himself and hands it to you. You fidget with some of the controls until everything’s set how you like it. “Go stand over there, the lighting is perfect.” He does as you say. He sticks his hands in his pockets and looks right into the lens. “Jesus, Harry, you look like a model.” You snap a picture. “Now, could you smile for me?” He laughs while his cheeks go red at both of your statements. You snap one while he laughs.

“There’s a timer on that, I could prop it up so we can take a picture together.” He says walking back over to you.

“Or we could take a selfie.”

“But then we won’t get the full effect of the background.” Another couple walks by and sees you two struggle to figure out your photo.

“Would you two like a picture?” The woman asks.

“That would be great.” You go to hand her your phone, but Harry hands her his.

“Mine has a bit of a better camera, love.”

“True.”

You both stand together between two large trees. He hooks an arm around you, and you snake one of your around his back. Your other hand is pressed to his chest. You both smile.

“Okay, ready?” The woman asks. You see her tap the phone a couple of times, and she moves around to get a couple different angles. You both start laughing, which makes for even better pictures. “Alright, that should give you enough variety.” She hands Harry back his phone.

“Thank you so much!” You say as the woman and the man she’s with walk away. “Don’t put that in your pocket, I wanna see how they came out.” Harry rolls his eyes playfully and hands you his phone. “Oh! These are so cute, she did a great job. Oo, I like this one of us laughing. That is going on insta for sure.”

“Insta?” He mimics your accent. You realize now how young you must sound when you say stuff like that.

“Yes, insta. That alright with you?”

“Sure, show me off all you want.” He winks at you.

Between the two of you, you must have taken well over a hundred pictures, but the trails were just too beautiful. You were in awe of Harry, basically watching the master at work. You both go up to your room to change into comfier clothes before your massage date.

“Oh my god!” You say looking at your phone with a big smile. Harry comes out of the bathroom and rushes over to you.

“What?!”

“Sorry, just, Sarah and Niall changed their Facebook statuses!” You practically shove your phone in his face. “That is so exciting!” You love the status and say congratulations with a heart emoji. You realize then that you still hadn’t changed your status. “Maybe tomorrow when I post some pictures I’ll finally change mine. That’ll give people some context of who I’m with.” You smile at him.

“Sure.” He shrugs his shoulders. You had to think back to the date of which he actually asked you to be his girlfriend. It was either the middle or end of September.

“Are you okay with that? I don’t have to post anything to Facebook.”

“Yeah, no, it’s fine. I thought you already changed your status is all, like over a month ago.”

“I haven’t really been on Facebook, or any social media for a while. It just slipped my mind.”

“Oh.”

“That came out wrong. What I meant was-“

“This is exactly why I got off Facebook in the first place. All these little societal rules make things so complicated. I know you’re my girlfriend, but for some reason, I need like everyone to know.” He groans. “I don’t want anyone to think you’re available, (y/n). I could reactivate my account so you could tag me in the post.”

“Harry, you don’t have to do that.” He was sensitive, he tried to hold it back as best he could, but he was your sensitive boy, and his feelings were clearly hurt.

“When we get back from the massage, we can look at all the pictures, and you can pick which ones you want to post, then I’ll airdrop them to you, and I’ll reactivate my account.”

“Why did you deactivate it in the first place?”

“I just thought it was unprofessional, but to be fair I used to post a lot of stupid shit on there. Besides, it could help me grow my freelancing more.” He sighs. “I just don’t want anyone to think they can have you, and I know how possessive that sounds, but it’s how I feel.” You put a hand on his cheek and he leans into it.

“It’s not possessive, I get it. I’m all yours, Harry. No one else’s.” He kisses you tenderly, just for a moment.

“We better get down to the spa. Our massages our first, then our nails.” You perk up.

“I thought we were just getting the massages.”

“I thought this would be a nice treat, it was all part of a package.”

A woman who works at the spa gives you each a robe and some sandals. You’re called into the couple’s room where two women are waiting for you. You told Harry to request that women give the massages because you didn’t like the idea of a man touching you that way that wasn’t him. They give you a moment to disrobe and get onto the massage tables. The music is relaxing and the room smelled like lavender. The second you feel the hot oil hit your body, your muscles immediately relax. It had been ages since you had done so much self-care like this.

The woman kneads into you, and you feel every knot in your back come undone. You just about fall asleep on the comfy bed until you feel hot rocks placed along your spine. They feel incredible, and you can’t help but smile at the fact that Harry asked for this specifically. After a few minutes of that, you’re told to flip onto your back. The woman places a clip in your hair so she doesn’t get it oily while she rubs your neck and shoulders. You feel like you could melt into the table, and only hope that Harry is feeling the same.

The hour is up before you know it. You’re told to both take your time, and to come out when you feel ready. You rub your eyes, and take the clip out of your hair while you slowly sit up. Your eyes grow wide when you look over at Harry. His chest is shiny with oil, he looks over at you and you blush.

“How ya feelin’, love?”

“Mm, really good.” He hands you your robe. You feel wobbly when you get up, and use him for balance.

You both walk out, and are lead to where your pedicures are. Your feet sink into the warm bubbly water, feeling relaxed once again. You pick out a really dark blue for your toes, and tell the woman you’ll decide on your manicure later. Harry picks out a peach color for his toes, and it makes you smile. He holds your hand during the pedicure, rubbing his thumb on you once in a while. You lean your head back and close your eyes. You feel yourself drifting off when he nudges you.

“Babe, time for the manicure.” You yawn and stretch.

“Alright.”

You both walk over to the seats at the manicure tables. You decide on two different colors. You always like the way white nails look, and you decide on the dark blue as well. You take a page out of Harry’s book, and ask to have the colors painted on every other nail. Harry goes for the same peach that’s on his toes and black. He asks to just have his thumbs and forefingers painted black, and the rest peach.

You’re very happy with how your nails came out, and you see that Harry is too. You both go to change back into your clothes, and return the robes and sandals. Harry gives you a piggyback ride back up to your room as you feel too tired to walk. He rests you gently on the bed.

“What time is it?”

“Only four.” He coos, lying next to you.

“Quick nap before dinner? I can barely keep my eyes open.”

“Sure, I’ll set an alarm to wake us in like forty-five minutes.”

“Perfect.”

You fall asleep only a second after. You find yourself dreaming about a forest. You can hear every crunch of every leaf you step on. You walk up to a tent and go inside. You see a beautiful bed only with white blankets and pillows with rose petals all over it. You look in a mirror and find yourself to only be wear a t-shirt, Harry’s t-shirt. He appears suddenly, taking your hand in his. His other hand slips into your panties. You don’t say anything you simply watch as his fingers rub against you. Your chest rises and falls quickly from his touch. Just as he’s about to curl a finger up inside you, you’re jolted awake. The dream fading away.

Harry had woken up about twenty minutes into the nap. He took the opportunity to have some alone time in the bathroom. He chuckled at himself when he saw that you had left a little bottle of pooperie near the toilet. He laid back down next you when he was done, and noticed your face was scrunched up, and your mouth was parted. You were breathing quickly and beads of sweat were starting to form at your brow line. Usually, you slept pretty peacefully. When you started grunting, he figured you were having a bad dream or something, so he shook your shoulder.

Your eyes burst open as you try to catch your breath, you look at Harry who has a concerned look on his face.

“Alright, love?”

“Um, yeah, why?”

“Looked like you were havin’ a bad dream. You were breathin’ heavy and makin’ all this noise.” Your face flushed. You couldn’t tell him you were basically having a sex dream about him. Actually, it’s something he probably would like to hear, but you’re far too embarrassed.

“Oh.”

“What were you dreamin’ about?”

“I, um, can’t remember.” You sit up and run your hands through your hair. “I’m starving.”

“Probably because we forgot to eat lunch.”

“Well, let’s get ready for dinner then.” You smile. You go to the dress you hung up last night, and take it into the bathroom with you.

Harry puts on some khakis and a dress shirt while you slip on your little black dress. He beams at you when you walk out.

“You wore that on our first date.” He gets up and wraps his arms around your waist.

“You remember?” You giggle, knowing he would.

“Course, how could I forget how good you looked?” He gives your bum a little tap. “Let’s head down.” He walks in front of you, and you can’t help but notice how great his butt looks in those khakis. You walk by him quickly, giving him a little pinch, and get into the hallway before he can do anything. “Oi, there’ll be none of that before dinner.”

“Oh, so after dinner I can pinch your butt as much as I want? Good to know.” You wink at him.

The restaurant attached to the inn is breathtaking, you were both thankful you brought nice clothes to wear. Harry pulled your chair out for you like he always did, once you were brought to a table. You each ordered a cocktail, you a vodka-tonic, and him a gin and tonic. Bread was brought over, and you practically attacked it the second you could.

“What do you think you’re gonna get?” He asks you, furrowing his brows at the menu.

“Hmm, I’m not sure yet.” You had a big night planned for him, and you didn’t want to risk anything upsetting your stomach. “Maybe this pasta dish?” You point to it and show him. “Looks like you can get it with black bean noodles if you want.”

“Oh, that looks good, maybe I’ll get that too.”

You each order once the waitress comes back. Midway through the meal, she brings you more drinks, which was perfect because you were starting to feel nervous.

“Love, how ‘bout a dessert tonight?” It was something you rarely did, but since he offered you didn’t want to decline.

“See something you like?” You ask innocently. He gives you a sultry look, and you cough to shake it off. “Oh, look they have a plate of assorted fruits with chocolate drizzled on it.” Normally you would just pig out and get a sundae or a brownie with ice cream, but you figured the dairy would bother you.

“That sounds perfect.” The waitress bring the dessert over quickly, and Harry tells her to just charge the meal to the room. You roll your eyes full well knowing he’s not going to let you pay for anything. “Mm, good choice. Although, I wish I could feed this to you like that other time.” You blush. It’s sweet that he’s been bringing up such nice memories.

You’re absolutely stuffed, you both are. You don’t want to dive into anything with him yet.

“Harry, can we look at the pictures?”

“Sure!” He grabs his laptop once you’re back in your room. You both sit on the small loveseat.

“These are incredible, god you’re so good.” He smiles at you and you press your nose to his for second.

“Lemme see the ones you took on your phone.” You show him a couple. “You have quite the eye yourself. Here, let me airdrop the ones you like to you so you can post them or do whatever you like with them.” You see him open his browser to Facebook.

“Harry, it’s really okay…”

“I want to, plus like I said, it could help with the freelancing.” You watch him log in, your jaw nearly hitting the floor.

“Holy shit, your hair was so long!” He smirks at you.

“Yeah, I grew it out for nearly two years. You like it?”

“Not a lot of people can pull that off, but it suits you. Although, I won’t lie, I love the length you have it at now.” You run a hand through it.

“Me too. Doesn’t get in my way as much when I’m out shootin’. Could ya send me the one you took of me takin’ a picture, I think I’d like to make that my profile picture.” Your heart could burst. You text it to him quick, and he opens his iMessages so you can save it. Before he reactivates it, he goes through his friends list and deletes a whole mess of people. He updates a bunch of his information, and adds a link to his professional Instagram. “There, all cleaned up.” He reactivates the account and sends you a request. You accept immediately.

You create a new album to put all of the wonderful pictures into, and tag him in the ones he’s in. Then you go to change your Facebook status.

“This profile picture is so cute, where were you?”

“Oh! Yikes, I should really change that. It was from my birthday party over the summer. Would it be cheesy to change it to this one of us?” You point to the picture of the one the woman took for you. “The one of us smiling, not the one laughing.”

“I don’t think it’s cheesy at all.”

You change your picture, and then, finally, go to change your status. You back track the date to read September, making him smile. You request him in the post, and he accepts, thus updating both of your statuses. Between adding the pictures, changing your profile picture, and updating your status, you get an influx of notifications. Both Sarah and Rachel leave comments, and you see a liked notification from Kate. Niall leaves a comment as well, just a wink emoji, but it makes you smile. A bunch of people like and comment on your profile picture.

“Sarah and Rachel both just friend requested me.” He looks at you.

“Is that weird for you?”

“Guess not.” He accepts both.

“Shit.” Your siblings liked your status.

“What?”

“My siblings are liking and now commenting, wonderful.” You roll your eyes.

“What’s wrong with them knowin’?”

“Nothing. They just always find a way to treat me like a baby.”

“Well, isn’t that their job as older siblings?”

“Does Gemma ever leave embarrassing comments about having changed your diapers? I had to block my oldest sister from like half of my posts. She’s the reason my insta is private.”

“You got me there, Gem was too close in age with me to help out with diapers.”

“Okay, I am putting this thing on do not disturb before one of them calls me.” You get up and put your phone on the side table next to the bed. You’re feeling less bloated, and very close to him. You grab your bag and go into the bathroom. “Just gonna change into something more comfortable.”

Harry untucks his dress shirt from his khakis. He scrolls through the countless comments on his own Facebook. Many friends happy to see his return to the online world. He had wanted to unzip your dress for you, and watch it fall to your feet, to see what underwear set you might have worn. He didn’t want to push you though. You were having such a nice weekend together.

You take out the nightgown and stare at it. It really was cute with the black lace over the blush pink, and you knew it would hug you tight where you wanted it to. You slip out of your dress, and go into your bag for a black lace pair of cheeky panties. You wanted to be as fresh as possible. You slip the short gown over your head, and adjust your breasts in the lace cups. You could just faintly make out your piercings that you knew he loved so much. It was a little tight around your butt and thighs, but that was the look you were going for. You open the bathroom door as quietly as you can so he won’t notice you. You creep up behind him, and cover his eyes with your hands. He smirks and closes his laptop, setting it on the coffee table.

“What are you doin’?”

“Nothing, just have a little something for you. Can you stand up without opening your eyes for me?”

“Mhm.” He stands up, and lets you guide him to you so he’s facing you. “Can I open now?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck.” He whispers as his eyes pop out of his head. “I mean, wow, no fuck, you look fucking amazing.”

“Really? You like it?” He walks around you to get a good look, and comes back face to face.

“I love it. You got this for me?”

“Mhm.” You nod your head. He moves to touch you, but you back away. His face falls slightly. “I’m still not ready for, well, you know. But, I think I’m ready for these.” You take his hands in yours and kiss his fingers.

Harry is sweating. You look amazing, he can’t figure out where to look afraid he’ll miss even a second of your beauty. What he really wants to do is stick his fingers into your mouth for you to suck on, but he’s not about to scare you off. Instead, he leans in to kiss you. Your drop his hands and put yours right through his hair. His hands travel down to your hips, and his fingers press into you harshly. They travel down to the backs of your thighs so he can pick you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he carries you over to the bed. He stands between your legs while you unbutton his shirt. He undoes his buckle and lets his pants drop to the floor. He nearly rips the t-shirt he was wearing off. He takes your face in his hands and sticks his tongue in your mouth. You suck on it and taste the mint from the gum he had chewed after dinner.

You skootch back on the bed, bringing him with you. You feel your head hit the pillow, and his hands go to your breasts while he straddles you. You let out a small moan when his mouth travels to your neck and down to your chest. He takes the piercing in your right breast through his teeth, careful not to tangle it in the lace. He bites down on your nipple, causing you to arch up into him. He looks down at you.

“What is it?” You say, almost in a whisper.

“I can’t decide if I want to leave this on or off. You look so fuckin’ sexy, but I wanna be able to see your body at the same time.”

“Here.” You lift your back a bit, and slide the straps down, bringing your arms through, you tug the top down just a bit, letting your breasts go free. “Meet ya in the middle.” He gazes down at your large breasts, and dips his head back down.

Harry takes as much of your left breast as he can into his mouth. Licking circles around your hard nipple. He sucks on you while kneading its twin. You put an arm over your mouth to help stifle your moans, you were in a hotel after all. He pushes the bottom of your gown up to your hips, revealing your lace panties, leaving a smirk on his face.

“These new too?”

“Maybe.” You take a deep breath, and spread your legs apart for him, only a little. He scoots down a bit to get between your legs.

“(y/n), if at any moment it gets too intense, please tell me to stop. I don’t want you doing something just because you know I want it.”

“I will, Harry. Don’t worry, I want this too.” You say, leaning up on your elbows so you can look at him properly.

Harry starts by pushing your legs a letting farther apart. Next, he brings his thumb to your clit, and rubs you slowly through the lace material. You know you’re already wet, that’s a given any time he sucks on your breasts. He dips his lips down to your right thigh, kissing you closer and closer to your center. He brings his mouth to where you’re dripping, and kisses you through the material while still rubbing you with his thumb. You let out a small groan at his teasing. He stops kissing you, and slides his thumb slowly down to where his lips just were, pressing lightly into your warmth.

“Is this okay, baby?” You nod your head yes. You can feel sweat forming on your forehead. “I need you to use your words.”

“Yes, yes it’s okay.” You muster out.

“I’m going to take these off now, alright?”

“Alright.”

You lift your hips slightly, as he tugs the panties down your legs, tossing them onto the floor. He dips his head back down between your legs. What he does is familiar, and feels amazing. He flattens his tongue against your clit, and drags it up and down slowly, then making circles around it. He starts sucking and nibbling on you.

“That feels so good.” You say through greeted teeth.

He smirks, looking up at you, as his tongue moves down to your folds. He licks you all over, and sticks his tongue inside you. Your hips lift to meet him closer, your hands diving into his curls. His hand moves up to your clit, his thumb rubbing furiously on you as he licks and sucks. You feel hot all over. Is he really going to make you come already?

“Harry, Harry, I’m going to-“ He rubs you even faster. “Shit!” You come undone all over his tongue. Your chest is heaving. You make eye contact with him as he sits up to wipe his mouth. “Wh, why did you?”

“I wanted to make sure you were nice and wet f’me.”

He takes his middle finger into his mouth, and sucks on it. If you had more courage, you would have sucked on it for him. But you were nervous as fuck. This was the first time you were going to let someone up inside you in over a year. You watch him take his finger out of his mouth, and he smiles at you.

“Ready baby?”

“Mhm.”

He leans down to kiss you, taking your bottom lip into house mouth. His lips were swollen from sucking on you. You feel his hand brush over you, and you flinch. He looks at you, but you give him a nod to assure you’re alright. At first, his wet finger just lightly grazes over your slit, moving up and down. This wasn’t so bad.

“Need ya to open up for me a little more.” You take a deep breath, and spread your legs for him. You have a hand on his shoulder, and the other in his hair. His head goes into your neck as he slowly slides his middle finger into you.

At first, you squeeze completely around him, not letting him move. Your breathing is quick and you feel slightly scared at the sensation. He picks his head up a little so he can whisper into your year.

“It’s me baby, just me. I’m not gonna hurt you.” Your grip loosens around him a little as you take a deep breath. “I’m gonna move a little now.”

He slowly brings his finger in and out of you, just to loosen you up a bit. You were ridiculously tight. It was a major turn on for him, but he didn’t want to say it out loud because you were only this tight because you were afraid to let someone in. He wouldn’t be able to get more than one finger in tonight, but he was okay with that. That’s not really what it was about. You felt amazing around his finger, and it was turning him on the way you would loosen and then tighten around him. He continued his slow motions, making you more and more wet. It was starting to feel good the more you relaxed. He curled his finger up in a “comer here” motion inside you, causing you to moan.

“Ohhh my god.” You say arching your back in pleasure.

“M’gonna use my mouth at the same time now.”

“Yup, okay.” Your chest is moving up and down fast. You can’t believe how good this feels.

Harry adjust so his mouth is back down on your clit, his middle finger pumping and out of you. He’s picked up the pace, only a little. The curling motion becoming more apparent. His dick was so hard it was starting to ache, but he tried to ignore it. He just wanted to focus on you, and make you feel good. His tongue made quick flicks up and down on your clit, while his finger pumped faster. You feel your stomach start to tighten.

“Harry, Harry!” You moan his name over and over between gasps. You put your arm back over your mouth and bite down on yourself. Your other hand grasping at his hair, and yanking hard.

The vibrations from Harry’s groans fucking send you.

“I’m gonna ohhhhh ahhhhh…” You come, you come so hard. Harder than he has ever made you come before. Your face and chest is drenched with sweat, and he continues to suck on you and pump slowly while you ride out your high. Your back came fully off the mattress when you arched from the pleasure. Tears started to roll down your cheeks.

Harry slowly takes his finger from you, and sucks it clean. You’re in absolute awe of him. He truly loves the taste of you. You were sweet to him. He looks down and notices your tears. He cups your face in his hands and searches your eyes for answers.

“Shit, are, are you okay? You came pretty hard, I thought it felt good-“ You yank him by the back of his neck and crash your mouth to his, forcing your tongue inside to meet his. You put your hands on his cheeks and pull away.

“That was the greatest orgasm I have ever had.” You say with a scratchy throat. He kisses you again. “Please, take this thing off me.” You lift up so he can pull the gown all the way, revealing your entire naked body. You take his shoulders and pin him to bed, straddling him in the process.

“What, um, what are you doing?” He has woken something up inside you that has been dormant for a long time. You remember how you used to be before. You remember how sexy you used to feel in bed with a guy.

“I’m going to take this.” You say, palming him through his boxers. “And suck you dry.” You feel him twitch in your hand. “You’ve been so good, so patient tonight, letting me feel good first. But now it’s your turn. Gotta get rid of these pesky things first though.”