#second we played but did not finish a diner at the end.

[mothbug]

just played three mini ttrpgs with friends and i’m gonna think about these forever

[hellishjoel]

playing hooky

9.2k / pairing: linecook!frankie x waitress f!reader

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summary: Frankie calls in sick for his shift. You simply must investigate. 

warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), mentions of reader previously being on her period, smoking w33d, getting h!gh, swearing, pet names (angel, princess, etc.), handjob if you squint, oral (f! receiving), unprotected p in v, h!gh sex, aftercare, tangled feelings/messy emotions, sitcom vibes

A/N: tune in next time for a special halloween episode of Table for Two! 

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“We’re not at the diner right now, y’know? We can,” he pauses to find the right words, seeming to get lost in the beautiful hue of your eyes. “We can take things slow. Wanna take my time with you.” 

You purse your lips as you scribble another drawing on your order pad. You’re sitting at one of the empty barstools at the counter, one leg lazily swinging back and forth while the other is brought up under you. 

“You’re gonna get hip dysplasia.” Carla, your sarcastic manager, hums as she passes you. She playfully smacks you with her own order pad before she settles down beside you, a loud and tired sigh leaving her ruby-red lips. She rolls her swollen ankles, a side effect of being on her feet all day. A side effect of being alive. 

Your eyes lightly screw together, eyebrows knitting in curiosity. “I thought only animals get hip dysplasia.” You trail off and watch her sit with slight confusion. She parts her lips and takes a breath before her face contorts in thought. 

Finally, Carla reemerged with a new confidence. “No, baby, because my cousin- my second cousin,” she illustrates all of this with her hands. “They were born with it! I swear, look it up.”

You stifle a giggle before you both hover over your phone in search of the truth via Google. That’s when you clock the time. 

Your head swivels to the wall clock and confirms it’s half an hour past five in the evening. “No Frankie tonight?” You ask, eyes still attentive to your phone as you attempt to try and hide any obvious interest or concern. Where the hell was he?

Carla eyed you up and down. Since when did you start caring if Frankie showed up for his shifts or not? She decides not to press it, clearing her throat as she moves off her barstool once she hears the doorbell chime, a new customer sauntering in. 

“Just said he was under the weather. And we don’t need another sick line cook, that’s for damn sure. Everyone would be coughin’ and sneezin’ over their undercooked bacon and runny, nasty eggs.” She said with a little umph at the end for distaste. 

You sigh and nibble on your thumbnail. 

Frankie was a bit of an ass, but he made the shifts go by faster. Yes, even before you started fooling around, he was entertaining. 

Let’s see, there was the night he tried to see how many coffee cups he could stack and if he could make a tower to the ceiling - he tried this multiple times, and each attempt left glazed ceramic shards everywhere, to which Carla made him sweep up.

There was another time the diner needed supplies, and Rudy, the owner’s son, sent you and Frankie on an errand run. He pushed you in the cart through nearly the entire store, in search of toilet paper and paper towels, dish soap, and other amenities. Frankie bought you a Redbull at the end of it. 

Now, more recently, Frankie fucking pavloved you! Like a damn dog! Every time you worked a shift, you got ferociously horny. You had gotten so used to clocking in, working for a bit, then getting your needs met. And now that you had finished serving time being on your period, you were needy for what you missed while you were surfing the crimson wave. 

Your foot, more anxiously now, taps against the metal stand of the barstool you were sitting on, huffing in annoyance hearing that Frankie was ill. The pit in your stomach was already coiling, searching for a release that just wouldn’t be satisfied tonight. Or would it?

You’re not in the back kitchen as much as everyone else, but as the end of your shift wound down and it was nearly ten o’clock, you decided to piece together a panini and a side of fries for Frankie. You thought about how he learned you weren’t feeling good just last week, and he knew how far a simple meal went to make you feel better. Maybe you could do the same for him. And that was it. You swear there were no ulterior motives. Just a nice coworker bringing a bite to eat. 

You yank your phone from your uniform. Your fingerprints smear your phone screen with grease from the fries. 

text me your address if you’re still up

frankie (work) Huh?

You have to will yourself not to roll your eyes. 

read the first message again and ask me if you’re still confused

frankie (work) Okay sassy pants 194 Rivercrest Apartments #501

His stupid reply leaves a broken, twitchy smile on the right side of your mouth. Stupid asshole. 

Once the restaurant closes, your clunky car takes you across town to Frankie’s apartment. Your gleamy, tired vision catches the streaks from passing cars and street lamps. You pull into a visitor parking spot and let out a disgruntled sigh as you sit in silence, waiting in your idling car.

A weird part of you is nervous. Overthinking. Was this taking it too far, helping him out while he’s sick? 

You push aside any nerves and force yourself out of the car, a death grip on the doggy bag of food you had packed him. The evening Texas air tickles your bare legs, trying to adjust your uniform under your jacket after it got smushed around in the car. You buzz his number before you hear the entrance’s lock click, allowing you in. 

Glancing around for an elevator is hopeless. The entrance leads you straight to a set of stairs,  and you clench your jaw in annoyance. God dammit. You were not a woman who prayed to the cardio gods. 

Your lungs feel strained, and your feet ache, desperate to sit down after your shift and the mild hike up to Frankie’s apartment. You rap your knuckles against his door in disdain, lips parted with a few light pants for breath as you wait. The door had a few random dents and marks, obvious trails of someone moving items in and out of the apartment over time. The numbers on his door were crooked, the paint chipped. Did he have to live in such a sketchy place? It looked like the birthplace of tetanus. 

There were a few heavy footsteps on the other side before the door jangled open. And a very healthy, Frankie opened the door. Your face fell, and your eyebrows furrowed. A heavy whiff of weed smacked you in the face, and you swore it nearly gave you a contact high, even from the hallway. 

Frankie was all too happy to see you here. You drove all the way to his apartment just to see him. His face was dripping in a smirky grin. He barely fit through the door frame, his large broad shoulders and tall stature filled the entire rectangular entrance. He crossed his arms and leaned one shoulder against his door. He was perfectly fucking fine. 

“Hey, princess. Surprised to see you-”

Your lips purse and your eyes screw tight as you smack him with his bag of food. “What the hell-” smack, “is wrong with you! Fuckin-” smack, “asshole!” 

He’s slow to defend himself at first, letting you exhaust your hits as you fist the brown paper bag in annoyance. Finally on the last hit, he swipes the bag from your hand and sighs. He’s trying to dial down his stupid smirk, but it ends up turning into this stomach-twisting, sweet smile. 

You pinch the bridge of your nose and chew on the inside of your cheek. “Carla told me you were sick.” 

“I am sick.” Frankie playfully defended, standing straight and shrugging his shoulders with a half-innocent smile. “Sick.. and tired of working.” He laughs at his own joke, and you bite back a smile. Such a fucking dork. 

You’re at a weird standoff outside of his apartment. It’s like he’s holding your invitation to enter over your head, and out of your reach. He wants you to ask. You want him to ask. You’re both so goddamn stubborn. You cross your arms and stand straight, eyeing him down. 

Frankie rolls his eyes, his smile breaking into a larger one as he grabs your wrist and pulls you inside. “So fuckin’ difficult.” You hide your smile as your face lightly glides against his chest, unintentionally inhaling his scent. By the looks of his hair, he was fresh from a shower. 

Frankie closes the door behind you, and his front brushes against your back as you stand in the tiny entrance hallway to his apartment. Music was playing deeper inside. 

His hands gently settle themselves on your arms, slowly coasting his warmth up and down your goosebump-covered skin. You inhale slowly, your back lightly resting back against his front. He was so easy to sink into. But then you remember how he bailed on work today, and you jut your elbow into his gut. He lets out a puff of air at the force you hit him with. 

“You’re such an ass ditching work. Ditching Carla.” You say as you step away from him and invite yourself further in, exiting the dark hallway and working your way further into the apartment. “We had to make do-it-all Paul step into the kitchen. Do you know how terrifying that is? Such a dick, Frankie.” 

“And you’re so sweet for bringin’ me food.” You hear him rifle through the paper bag, digging out his packaged food, and seeing him smile at the contents. “Thanks. You shouldn’t have.” He brushes past you and towards the kitchen while you stand in the living room. 

You didn’t concern yourself much with Frankie up until recent events, it was odd to see his evil lair. Okay, he wasn’t evil, but you know what I mean. You take in as many important details as you can while you slowly peel off your jacket and toss it on his couch. 

It’s quaint, really. He has no other furniture in the living room besides a couch, which you feel is by design. It sits perfectly opposite his mounted flatscreen. The walls are plain beige but are decorated with band and movie posters. You admire one that was purposely framed, unlike the others, with signatures. You didn’t recognize the band, but by their look, they seemed like an 80s rocker group. 

Below his flatscreen was an impressive vinyl collection, a record spins, and you recognize it as the melody you initially heard upon entering. It was serene, jazzy almost. 

“This is what you listen to when you’re alone?” You tease, kneeling down and flicking through a few album covers to see his taste. It was expansive, to say the least. There were only a fair few that you recognized. TOTO, ABBA, Billy Joel, Bruce Springsteen, Metallica, a little Van Halen, and a whole lot of The Beatles. 

Frankie sucks the salt from the fries off his fingers, seeing he’s already munched on half his panini. “It’s something I listen to when I’m stoned.” He half-jokes, a slight smile on his face. So that’s what he’s been up to. 

“You called in so you could lay around your apartment and get high all day?” Your tone is playfully judging, but he gives you a proud nod, not a care in the world behind those slightly glazed eyes. 

“I didn’t really lay around all day.” His tone is softer since you’re both so close. He’s standing just to the right of where you’re kneeling down, your head could lay against his thigh if you wanted. “I was trying out some new recipes and shit.” He mutters as he points a thumb behind him and to the kitchen. You glance up and notice his pretty curls in the light. You don’t often see him without his hat or his bandana. Come to think of it, you don’t really see him outside of his yellow-stained apron. 

Your eyes slowly took Frankie in, seeing him casually for the first time outside of work was startling. He was big. Tall and broad, with squishy thighs and a soft tummy, strong arms, and defined biceps. He was comfortably relaxing in a pair of black basketball shorts that landed just above his knees, eyeing a few tattoos by the hem. On his upper half was a tattered, well-loved Lakers shirt with a small tear at the shoulder, which has since been sewn closed. He had a little bracelet on, one of those leather brown ones that twisted around his wrist, accompanied by a spherical, multicolor beaded one. 

Your eyes linger for a hair too long, and now he’s already smirking at you. “Like what you see, princess?” God, that stupid fucking nickname needed a break. Heat shoots up your spine nonetheless, and you have trouble staring daggers at him like you usually would. 

You huff a breath through your nose and stand up on your feet, raising your eyebrow at him. “What do you mean you trying new recipes? You can actually cook?” It sounds rude and sarcastic, but you thought Frankie just goofed around at work and cooked for the cash, not as a hobby. You slowly make your way past him, eyeing his kitchen in the process. 

There are recipe books, honest to god recipe books. Big ones, small ones. Different categories of food outlined on the covers and spines. And his kitchen was a chaotic mess, with multiple cutting boards of varying sizes across his already limited counter space. There were bright-colored vegetables cut up and diced, the scraps having been tossed in a spare plastic bag sitting on the sidelines. There was an open bottle of soy sauce and another for sesame oil, a little tin of cornstarch, and diced chicken sizzling in oil on a frying pan. 

You take a few steps in further, your sneakers landing on linoleum as you really smell what’s simmering in a large skillet. Mushrooms, bell peppers, green onions, broccoli, and peas are cooking in a thick sauce, coating them amidst freshly minced garlic onion.  Your lips part as you inhale, and you can’t believe it. You don’t even know what it is, but it smells heavenly.

You finally have to ask, because hunger is carving a hole in your stomach. “What are you making?”

Frankie parks his hands on his hips and looks at you with knitted eyebrows. “What? You’ve never had stir fry before?” 

You purse your lips and reach for the spatula, looking to Frankie for reassurance, to which he nods his head. Go for it. 

You smile as the vegetables sizzle once you push them around on the pan, relishing in the attention as you allow the other less glazed vegetables to catch some heat from the burner. Frankie hums, like he’s debating something, like he’s learned something from his little experimentation. He reaches past you, his front brushing against your shoulders as he reaches around you and adds a little brownish-amber liquid to the pan. It sizzles, splashes, and dances across the different vegetables, which makes you grin. 

You were never big into cooking, especially since you started working at Tommy’s Diner. You’ve seen enough grease to last a lifetime. You were fine settling in on the couch with a bowl of cereal and a glass of cheap wine. You saved making extravagant dishes for when you had a date over, and even then, that was risky. 

But there was something about Frankie actually knowing how to cook cuisine that you liked. “I didn’t know you knew how to make dishes besides burgers and fries.” 

He sneers and rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling the entire time and lets you continue slowly shifting the vegetables around, watching as the glaze sizzles. “I didn’t know you cared enough about me to visit me at my apartment. We’re both a bit surprised tonight.” This was your worst nightmare. 

“I only came here under the impression that you were sick-”

“So you came to my aid?”

“Psh,” You huff, “You wish. But no.” You insist more forcefully, setting the spatula down and turning to face Frankie, who is all too close to you. You lose a lot of your angry traction as his hand finds your hip, feeling his fingers flip to the stovetop’s burner switch to a lower setting. 

His hands navigate you away from the oven, your back flushed against his counter now. His eyes trail you, grazing over your body as his hips now plant you in one spot. You swallowed a lump in your throat, your still resisting hands planting against his chest. You can feel his cock twitch against your thigh. 

You can’t explain why your fingers twitch and start to clutch his shirt, pulling him a little closer. Stupid Frankie with his goading smirk, bringing his forehead down against yours. It was so hot in his kitchen, in the middle of summer. You feel a bead of sweat sprout behind your ear and lightly glide down your neck as you flutter your eyes closed. It wasn’t often you felt your power to resist him rendered useless, but tonight you felt like he had a quite literal home-field advantage. 

“You want me to stop?” He asks, voice low and lust-drenched. His leg parts purposely between yours, jutting them open and spreading what was his. 

Your throat is closed off, the lack of air draining from your busy head. “I..” Your words fall off, distracted by something scampering through the living room.

“Do you have a cat?” Your eyes light up as you slink past Frankie. He found your stray of attention a bit adorable, despite being given a slight case of blue balls. 

You carefully padded out of the kitchen and into the living room, using the excuse to slip off your sneakers at the entrance. The small orange cat had curled up onto Frankie’s couch by your tossed jacket from earlier, forming a perfect circle amongst all of its tangerine fluff. Its eyes were closed serenely, absent of a new presence. It was fucking adorable, in short. 

Frankie was still flummoxed in the kitchen, adding the cooked chicken into the stir fry before turning the burner off and putting his masterpiece aside. “That’s Leo.” He announces, Frankie’s voice carrying annoyance that he lost a sure thing in the kitchen. Now you were cooing over his cat. 

He settles two bowls on the counter and adds the stir fry to each, a few splashes of the sauce splattering around the rim of the bowl. With two forks randomly stabbed into the piles of food, he walks one of them out to you. “Could have eaten this whole thing by myself.”

You smile, taking the offering and humming as you flop on the couch, the orange tabby finally peeking its eyes open. “I don’t doubt that, so thanks for sharing.” You recognize how he had eaten the panini and fries, and he was still excited over the stir fry. Poor guy probably had the munchies like crazy. 

With the kitty taking up one of Frankie’s couch cushions, he’s forced on the end with you in the middle. He sets his food aside on a spare side table and reaches for a small pipe, your breath pausing at the sight. “You want a hit?” He asks.

His face glows orange as he flicks on the lighter, spreading the flame over the green, now black, substance in the tiny bowl. He inhales, and you watch in mystification as he takes in the smoke filtering through. Your heart thumps harder in your chest, the right side of your mouth twitching up in a sly smirk. 

Let’s smoke weed with Frankie Morales tonight. 

He lets out a labored breath, the smoke flying loosely in the air and creating hazy grey circles that flood the ceiling before disappearing altogether. The stench fills the small apartment rather quickly. 

“I get really weird dreams after I smoke.” You whisper, biting down on your lower lip as you glance down at the pipe he’s holding, a small glow still coming from the weed. 

“It’s still lit if you want some.” His voice is low from smoking, and you have to clench your thighs closer together. Damn this stupid uniform, you wished you would have brought a change of clothes so you’d at least be comfy eating stir fry, petting his cat, and getting stoned with him. 

He raises the piece in an offering, and you look to him for one last look of reassurance. It’s polite to be offered free weed, especially since he’s the one who paid for it. He gives you a nod and looks at you with furrowed eyebrows. Are you crazy? If you want it, take it. 

So you do. And you smoke it. And you pat yourself on the back to do so without coughing. It’s a small hit, but you don’t need much, your brain already feels like it’s as light as a cloud, dancing in slow motion. You giggle by accident. 

Frankie lets out a sputter of laughter, watching you get high with him is a bit comical. “Princess knows how to smoke. Kudos.” 

You let out a puff of laughter through your nose and grab your warm bowl of stir fry, stabbing into a green pepper. “Shut up, Frankie.” 

He ends up putting on a show you both agree on, something comical that makes you both laugh your high asses off. You eat the stir fry and almost forget Frankie is the one who made it. It was delicious, you ate everything down the the finely chopped green onions. 

You both shared another hit, and you felt like you were loosening up. Any need to hold onto control slipped through your fingers. Any issues you had been dealing with drifted away. And you realized how stupidly happy you were to be beside Frankie. Trying to do anything of actual initiative went out the window after your second hit. You both found yourselves on the floor of Frankie's room, sat side by side, heads resting on the edge of his bed as you both stared up at the ceiling and spoke gibberish. 

“Aliens?” He asks, your thighs brushing. 

“Of course.” You hum, slowly blinking in a gentle haze. “Ghosts?”

He sighs and takes a long time to answer, which apparently offends you because you snap your head up and look at him in disbelief. 

“You can’t be serious. If you believe in aliens, you have to believe in ghosts.” You argue as you stare at his fan. 

He lets out a throaty groan, closes his eyes, and runs his hands down his face. His curls are pretty. They haven’t been run through a million times yet or smothered by a bandana or hat. 

“I think… I do believe in ghosts. I just don’t want them to bother me.” He says, a weak smile on his face. 

“What? Like you’re afraid to be haunted?” Your head lays back on the bed but rolls over, watching his profile while he continues to look up absentmindedly at the ceiling. 

He’s silent for far too long. Finally, he rolls his head over to face you, your noses lightly brushing. He’s so close that looking at him feels a bit cross-eyed. 

“Wait- what? Sorry.” He finally says with a broken, short laugh. 

“Can you focus?” You ask teasingly, pushing your hand up against his cheek and making him stop staring at you. 

You take the soft silence as an opportunity to rest your hand lightly on his thigh. He does the same, except he feels the warmth of your skin and the material of your uniform. Goosebumps form shortly after, and you smile shyly up at the ceiling. 

“Have you…” You start to say but trailed off, bashfulness overcoming you. 

“Have I what?” He asks. You both blink slowly as a car’s lights flash through his window only for a few seconds, lighting up the dim room before it is filled with darkness again. The moon and an orange lava lamp was the only source of glow. 

You distractedly look away from him, admiring a tapestry on his wall and his soft comforter. “Have you had sex with someone high?” 

He shrugs and slowly smiles before gently nodding his head against the edge of his bed. “Yeah. Have you?” His head rolls over to look at you again. You feel his warm gaze, but you just keep your eyes locked on his ceiling fan. 

Warmth and a subtle shyness flush across your chest, your thighs nearly trembling in excitement. “No.” You whisper. 

He doesn’t say anything, but he watches you for a few moments. 

“Want to, though.” You finish, feeling a knot slowly grow in your stomach. 

Frankie’s eyes flick to your long lashes, then down to warmth creeping up your neck. “Yeah?” He asks.

You gently nod, too, eyes still too shy to meet his own. “Yeah-” 

He doesn’t let you get out one more syllable. His large hand comes up and meets your cheek, guiding your head to meet his gaze.

Frankie kisses you deeply but at a slow pace. And you’re feeling a desperate hunger to have him. You eagerly cup his cheeks in return and swing a leg over his lap, intensifying the kiss as your hands glide down the landscape of his clothed chest, bunching up his shirt in the process. You feel like a horny jackrabbit, but it’s really all his fault. You can feel his half-hard cock as you grind the center of your pelvis over his own, whimpering into his mouth desperately.

“Take care of me,” you whisper, and it ends up sounding a little more like a desperate, whiney plea. 

Frankie’s lips part against your own, feeling the neediness of your touches. His hazy vision peers open, breaking your kiss for a moment. 

“Hold on, baby,” He sits up a little bit against the bed, his eyes scanning yours with a certain deepness. 

You pause, your chest heaving lightly as you regain your breath. “Frankie, come on, don’t make me beg.” You say as you lean in once more, but he catches your face and pauses your movements. You feel like a deer in headlights, static tingling in your ears as you feel a sudden rush for embarrassment. Why wasn’t he just as excited? Or eager? Or desperate? Were you the problem?

Suddenly, your eyes were dashing around for an escape. Then he speaks your name. Soft, gentle, careful. Hear him out. You swallow your pride and stay seated over his lap. 

“We’re not at the diner right now, y’know? We can,” he pauses to find the right words, seeming to get lost in the beautiful hue of your eyes. “We can take things slow. Wanna take my time with you.” 

You can’t help but let an awkward chuckle escape between you, eyes having a hard time meeting his. You playfully scoff and smack his shoulder lightly to regain a sense of control. “Shut up, Frankie.”

His head cocks, and he looks at you with that stupid fucking smirk. “You don’t know how to take it slow, do you?” 

His words antagonize you, and your eyes light with fire. A defensive fire, because he was right. 

Slow meant feelings, slow meant experiencing, slow meant bonding. You weren’t slow. Sex was supposed to be fast, hot, desperate, counting down the seconds until a sweet escape, racing to an orgasm, chasing it like a fever dream. You weren’t good at slow. 

You hate that Frankie has learned this about you. Giving up the upper hand wasn’t in your caliber. And you find yourself frowning as you look down at him once his smirk washes away. He’s looking at you like he cares. Even with you both stoned, brain’s hazy and light, he sees through all that and looks at you like he gives a damn. 

He lightly shrugs his shoulders and softens the hold he has on your face, his thumb gently stroking along your cheekbone. “Can show you.” 

Hesitancy screams across your blank face, but he reads you better than anyone else. He speaks your name, more genuinely explaining his offer. “Let me teach you.” 

You let out a gentle sigh, slowly giving in to temptation. Because having him at all was better than not. So you take it slow. Frankie teaches you zen. Teaches you how to melt. 

One of his hands falls from your cheek and lands on your waist, gently stroking your hip in a soothing slow circle. It feels like heaven. 

His brown orbs dip close, and you let him take the lead. He kisses you tenderly, soft. His tongue lines your lower lip once he’s ready to lightly increase the intensity, begging your mouth for permission to part. If it was any other night, your tongue would be down his throat, and you’d be a grinding, sloppy mess in his lap. Let him teach you.

You take a deep breath in as your tongues tangle. 

It almost makes you giggle again, because it feels stupid, but you sort of like it. 

His stubble brushes your face, and you fight to release a moan. Frankie’s hand on your hip shuffles to your lower back, and you feel him add pressure. Your chest meets his, and you let yourself melt into him. His strong torso easily keeps you both up. Your heavy breaths hit the room, and you force yourself to pull away for air, despite how much you enjoy making out with him. He grins at the sight of satisfying you. 

Frankie pushes a stray hair that’s fallen out from your loose ponytail behind your ear, smiling as his hands move to the back of your uniform. This will be the first time he actually undresses you properly, not just shoving the material up past your ass so he has access to your pussy. 

“You know how to work the zipper?” You playfully ask as you settle your head on his shoulder, taking the slower moments to breathe and relax. 

He stuffs down a chuckle and nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I think so. Am I doing it right?” He asks as he guides the zipper down your back, feeling your flesh exposed to the rest of his room. 

You purse your lips and slowly sit up in his lap, watching him take in a deep inhale as your centers brush lightly. You hide your coy smile as his eyes light with excitement, but he’s made a point to be slow with you. You guide the sleeves of your uniform down to your hips, exposing your breasts to him. Giggles leave your mouth as you wiggle out the last bit of your dress, Frankie is more than happy to help you. 

“I’m feeling a little alone here.” Your voice is soft, tugging at his shirt before you push it up just past his pecs. Your high ass got a little distracted, staring at the hair sprinkled in dark trails across his torso, feeling him struggle in his shirt as he laughed. 

“Focus, princess,” his arms tangle with his shirt before he tosses it off, especially since you started slacking. You shyly smile and flutter your eyes down to his warm body as your hands explore the landscape for the first time. You had yet to undress each other like this, you sort of liked it, especially with this whole slow and steady thing going for you both. 

Frankie leans back against the bed, admiring the sight before him. You feel a little awkward, goosebumps rushing up your arms as you shyly smile and playfully push his face away. “Stop staring, perv. You’ve never seen a pair of tits before?”

He’s quick. “Not a pair that nice.” 

You smile and crack out a laugh, knowing sex has never felt this casual before. No pressure. Good vibes. And it’s not just because of the weed. It’s because it’s Frankie. And he looks at you like you put the sun in the sky and you could do no wrong. But then he starts staring at your tits, and you realize he’s just another guy. 

His hands caress your waist, thumbs dipping into the curves and appreciating the way they run up you like beautiful rivers. You decide to do the same. Your hands slip lower, letting his happy trail guide you to his black mesh basketball shorts. His rough and calloused hands cup your tits, taking them in his palms and giving you a tentative squeeze. He’s figuring you out, what you like, what makes you squirm and whine. As soon as he pinches your nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers, a broken gasp is elicited from your mouth. 

“Shit,” you curse breathily. Everything was a bit heightened right now, including your sensitivity. It felt like a million little strums were being played, making your spine shiver and your head grow foggy. And you were determined to make him feel the same way. 

You bite down on your lower lip, fishing your hand into his shorts and fisting a hand around his already hardening cock. A smirk tangles on your lips as he lets out an earthy grunt, low to the ground and heaven to your ears. 

You start a bit fast, eager to please, wanting to see him tremble for your touch.

His lips meet yours in a distracting manner, rocking your steady pace. “Slow.” He murmurs against your lips, and you gently nod, a shy smile spreading from embarrassment.

“Slow.” You whisper, your lips brushing his. Your ego trips on the power you have over him, fisting him, his heavy length weighing in your hand. You couldn’t even fully wrap your fingers around him, he was all just… girth. Your body ached for him, needy for the feeling only he could satisfy by being inside of you. His tip trickles with precum, and a low moan drips off his tongue like honey. It fuels you. 

“Spit on my cock, princess.” He grunts out, his face leaning in to capture one of your nipples in your mouth. You squeak lightly in excitement before doing just as he asks of you. 

You angle your head over your centers, letting a long line of saliva puddle down onto him. It meets the strokes of your hand, and Frankie’s jaw twitches as he squeezes your breasts involuntarily harder.  You let out a long whine as your nipples form peaks between his fingers, feeling your heart thrum against your chest. 

Frankie likes how you look on top. Back arched, chest pushed up, messy hair falling loose, eyes lit with an eagerness and curiosity for him to teach you the method of going slow. Admiration mixed with respect. He feels like he’s dreaming. 

All he can imagine is you like this, bodies in sync, riding his cock. Tight walls milking his cock for everything he has. His skin becomes riddled with goosebumps, thinking about your nails digging into his chest, your tits rocking up and down, how he would tumble out moans of your name and squeeze your hips with adoration. Yeah, he’d like to see that one day. 

He’s not sure how much longer he can last with merely your hand on him. 

“C’mere, baby.” 

A gasp of surprise jumps from your throat before you can stop it, Frankie managing to stand up off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist for security. His strength, how easily he lifts you and shuffles you around like a ragdoll spurs white hot heat in your stomach. You were going to fuck him good if you ever got past the going slow part. 

His smirky mouth meets yours in a hot kiss, one heavier than before. Like he’s needy for you. Your eyes melt closed as your fingers wind into the pretty curls that were formed at the nape of his neck. Your back meets his mattress and blankets, your fingers dance along the pattern, your high mind hypnotized seeing Frankie on top of you. 

His body rests between your parted legs. You whimper into his mouth, feeling his hardened cock resting against your core. 

“Take my fucking panties off,” you beg more than you mean to. 

Frankie tries not to sneer. His teeth capture your lower lip, and you mewl out a moan before he lets you go. 

“To hell with going slow.” 

You hastily nod, feeling his fingers grip your panties at either side of your hips before he shuffles them down. You whine with how the sticky center stays latched to your core, he gently peels it loose with a hellish smirk. 

Frankie’s heart thrums against his chest and echoes into his ears. Hearing you desperate for his touch was heaven, he felt undeserving to have such an angel vying for his attention. “So wet f’me, barely touched you, princess.” 

He discards your panties to the side, off on the floor with the rest of the clothing you both have shed. You’re completely naked together, makes you a little nervous. 

Frankie promised to speed up, but you’re finding harmony in the way his soft lips trail down your body, leaving wet prints between the valley of your breasts to the soft skin of your stomach. Your breaths come out heavier, thighs shaking as he drops back down to kneel at the edge of the bed. His hands grip your thighs and yank you impatiently closer to his eager mouth. You whimper as your body is shuffled closer, your fists that were clutching the sheets being torn away. 

You giggle as your thighs shake around his head, feeling those perfect kisses move between the warmth of your legs. 

“Fuck,” you finally let out, excitement seeping through your bones. Frankie’s stubble drags across the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, and again, you feel that heightened sensitivity that makes your stomach roll. 

Frankie decides that dragging out the teasing is enough. He wanted to taste you, every mile, every inch, every centimeter. 

Your core glistens in his eyeline, begging to be touched, kissed, fucked. He can’t help but dive in. His dopey brown eyes meet yours as his face disappears lower and lower before he’s past the valley of your tits, and all you can see when you crane your neck are those mocha brown eyes. 

His tongue tastes you, and divides your folds, as he laps up your juices. 

The feeling is exhilarating, like the rise and fall of a roller coaster. 

A gasp riddles its way up through your throat, concaves your chest, and your pupils blow wide in excitement. Frankie enjoys your taste but aims to pleasure. His mouth latches onto your sensitive clit and suckles, his tongue intervening every few swipes to flick across your clit. Rise. 

His large hands grip the outside of your thighs, pinning your lower half to his mattress, and lapping over you in a heated race to the finish line. Your face contorts in pleasure, fingers drifting down your stomach before you wind them in Frankie’s hair. He growls against your pussy, you’ve never felt your blood pump faster. Fall. 

“Fucking- Christ,” you push out, gripping his hair strands tighter and making him grunt hot heat against your core. “Feels so fucking good- oh my god,”

He pulls away for a breath and sucks a love bite into the sensitive flesh of your thigh until it swells pink and purple. One of his hands on your outer thighs wraps around the shell of your body, playing with your clit. He slowly shakes his head as he looks at you. You wonder if he shares your hazy vision. The pleasure makes you feel like you’re seeing double. 

“Christ isn’t making you feel good,” his words make you whimper, “I am.”

You quickly nod, but you realize your body can’t move quickly under the influence. You’re just hazily bobbing your head, your hand in his hair dropping to his strong bicep. 

“Frankie, I need you,” you plead as you gently sit up on your elbows and cup his cheek, wiping your glistening slick off his pretty bottom lip. “Need you inside of me.” You whisper, a desperate look splashed across your face. 

You hated how much power he had over you. He almost just made you cum from playing with your clit. You need him biblically, fully, flesh and blood, blood to bone. It was carnal, primal. 

He doesn’t need much further convincing. Frankie preferred to pull an orgasm from going down on you, but he listened to your needs and what you wanted. 

His lips meet yours in a hungry kiss, working you further up the bed and letting you collapse into his pillows. Your eyes catch the sight of a dream catcher while his tongue tangles with yours. You flush at the taste of your own arousal. That’s when you realize his hand is still between your thighs and working soothing circles into your clit. 

You whimper as he adds a tad bit more pressure, and you feel the white-hot heat of adrenaline making your stomach pool even more excitement into your tummy. 

“Frankie,” you whisper softly, and his forehead rests over yours while he guides his shaft to your center. 

He lines his tip up and down between your folds, your jaw dropping as he sickeningly uses your slick to lube himself. He lets his entire shaft rest against your sex, and he does slow thrusts back and forth, lining his entire cock with you. Holy fuck. A shiver was sent up your spine, goosebumps parading across your body. 

Your chest swelled for him. 

“What do you say?” He asks in a taunt, knowing how weak you are. 

You huff and move your hands up his arms and hang them loosely around his shoulders. He complies in moving in closer. 

“Please.” You finally admit between gritted teeth, which makes him grin. 

“Alright, princess,” his forehead now rests against your temple, cocking his chin down to get a better angle of your centers. He guides his tip to your entrance, slow and patient, before he notches himself inside of you. 

Your eyelashes flutter, and you watch as his eyes clench closed. He likes to act all tough like he wouldn’t fold for you, but you know he would time and time again without having to say more than a simple please. 

Both of you share unsteady breaths. It feels like a dam is giving way inside your chest. 

Frankie thinks how he has never been inside a tighter pussy, squeezing the last bits of air from his lungs. 

Your walls pulsate around the intrusion, but your dripping core and his wet tongue from earlier allowed him to slowly push in, inch by inch. 

You swallow a lump in your throat. You don’t realize your eyes are closed, and you're gripping him around the neck to keep him close until he sponges a soft kiss to your cheek. 

“Alright?” He forces out. It’s like you’re choking him, and it makes you twitch up a smile. 

“Mhm,” you muster up, feeling his chest rumble lightly with laughter. 

“Baby,” he whispers, and your chest surges at the pet name. “Can’t breathe.” Oh, shit. You damn near had him in a headlock.

You loosen your grip around his neck, shyly smiling as your desperate hands look for something to ground you. 

Frankie stays flushed inside you but shifts to be more centered over your body, gently resting his forehead just above yours. 

“C’mere,” he whispers before he takes your hands. You decide not to question why he interlocks your fingers. But it feels safe, and you’re still high, so you’ll blame any poor decision-making on that. 

“Fuck me,” you finally grit out, desperate for him to just fucking, “Move.” 

Your whine is met by him reeling back his hips, only for him to plow right back into you at an unforgiving rate. A gasp ripples through your throat, and you feel like screaming. Your entire goddamn body was on fire with the way his girth parted your walls, splitting you open. You let out a string of whimpery moans, and your eyes glared desperate daggers into him. 

“S’what you wanted, right?” He grunts out, jaw tight, pretty curls falling limply in front of his eyes and crowding his forehead. “You wanna be fucked hard, is that it?” He can barely speak authoritatively, you’re squeezing him like your last lifeline. 

But he’s right. Tears cloud your vision, and you weakly nod as desperate puffs of air leave your pretty parted lips. “Yes,” you squeak out, relaxing your hips so Frankie falls into you more. 

“Feels so fucking good, can’t-” An eager cry leaves your lips as he pulls himself out, just to thrust right back in and rocking you further up his bed. Your chin tips to the ceiling as you curse every god, man, woman, whoever the hell created Frankie Morales. 

“Can’t what, princess?” His tone is lower, sinister even as your walls twitch around him but only gush out more arousal for his cock to slide in and out of you. 

You find it hard to string together syllables. So he squeezes your hands that you’re holding for dear life. He stills inside of you until you answer. 

“Shit,” you whimper. 

“Can’t what, angel?” He probes again, cocky asshole waiting for his answer. 

You whimper and peek open your eyes. The right side of his face is highlighted silver from the moon, your hazy vision thinks he looks like an angel. His hand wanders between your centers and finds your throbbing clit, making you cry out the answer. Your face crumbles as you own up to what you need to say. 

“Fuck! Fuck, Frankie! Can’t go without your dick,” you pant out as he subtly rocks into you at a good pace upon your confession. “Can’t even go- can’t even go a week without it,” you admit in defeat. 

That stupid, cocky smirk of his graces his parted lips. It’s crooked and perfect, and he’s fucking you like your life depends on it. Because it does, you think. 

His thighs clap against your ass, pounding you into the bed, drilling you into place, suffocating the air from your lungs.

Your vision goes hazy, seeing white, then rainbow, then stars. They cloud your vision, and you’re not sure if you’re still high off the weed anymore. Or just high off Frankie. 

You whimper strings of his name tangled with profanity, he’s still filling you to the brim. It once seethed hot with pain, but now your stomach is contorting in pleasure. It’s like he knows exactly how to crack your vault, penetrating your walls, unlocking something deep inside of you that no one else manages to know the code. 

His messy fingers continue to circle your clit, and you know your end is coming. 

Frankie’s grunting with every thrust, moaning a symphony of your name every chance he gets. He likes holding your hand, resting his sweaty forehead against your own, listening to you beg for his cock, for your finish. It’s the only thing he wants to give you. He’d be at your every beck and call if you let him. He wouldn’t mind if the only thing he ever got was a fraction of your praise. 

Frankie’s thighs clap against your ass, the sound echoes around his bedroom. If his neighbors didn’t know his name, they did now. 

“Fuck! Frankie!” You cry out, feeling every inch of his cock massage your insides. His tip kisses your cervix, and your jaw drops. Nothing more comes out of your mouth, so your blown-out eyes do all the talking. 

I’m so fucking close.

“I know, baby, feels good, doesn’t it?” He grunts as his balls slap against you. “Feels good having my fat fucking cock inside you, huh?” 

You shake under him, your thighs clench around his hips, and you pray to the gods for making Frankie. You take back what you thought before, you need him. 

You don’t care that he’s a little older, that he’s an asshole, that he eggs you on. 

Because in the shelter of his bedroom, locked in your embrace, he swallows your name and persuades you into pleasure, time and time again. 

Your clit tingles, and your walls furiously clench around him. Finally, your mouth finds words to try and elaborate on what you’ve been holding inside. 

“Fucking- shit! Fuck me harder, right there- fuck me, Frankie! God- I’m coming!” You cry out as his pants fill your space, fanning across your face. He fucks you harder and faster as you near your orgasm, wanting to help you reach it. And he gets you there.

Your back arches, and he groans lowly as he stills inside of you. It’s almost beautiful the way you cum in unison. 

Your hands hold his tighter, and he reciprocates by squeezing gently. I’m right here, I’m here, baby. 

You’re not sure how long you lay there, still. Your hips get a little achy. He feels you twitch and knows it's time to let you go. 

A gentle whimper leaves you as he pulls out. You feel a bit empty, a little cold.

His sweet laughter makes you peek open your eyes. He’s trying to move out from around you, but you haven’t let go of his hands. 

You shyly let go, and both of you squeeze your hands to flex the knotted muscles and stiff knuckles. You close your legs and lightly curl up. He doesn’t come to rest, he gently pats your outer thigh once or twice before he disappears to his bathroom. 

You think he couldn’t have been gone for more than thirty seconds, but he comes back in a fresh pair of boxers and his basketball shorts, his tanned torso still exposed for your viewing. 

“Frankie,” he pauses like a deer in headlights as he stands up from grabbing your panties. “I’m gonna… spill.” You finally pitch out, a bit embarrassed. 

“Oh,” he says, feeling like an idiot. He circles back to the bathroom and grabs a towel and a wet washcloth. 

“Sorry, my brain is all-” he starts to say, but you quickly shake your head. 

“I know me too. S’okay.” You whisper with a smile as you weakly sit up on your elbows. The record playing in the living room had stopped. He shimmies the towel under your hips before he aids you with a clean washcloth. 

Feels too domestic, so you take over, much to his annoyance. You wrap yourself in the towel once you’re done, and sit up to retrieve your uniform. You dread putting it on. 

“Can I take the towel for the way home? My underwear is still too..” you trail off. Soaking wet was the words you would have used. 

Frankie’s face screws up in confusion, his eyebrows knitting together. 

“You’re going home?” 

Now your expressions match. “Yeah?” It sounds more like a guess than a statement. “What else would I do?”

Frankie shifts back and forth on his feet before he sits down beside you on the bed. “Dunno. Stay here.” 

You take in a hesitant breath, and he feels it. “You shouldn’t drive home, you know. You’re stoned. And tired. Don’t need you falling asleep at the wheel or some shit.” 

You frown. Staying here does sound nice. Thinking about going down those five flights of stairs with your jelly legs sounds like a walk to hell. 

But there’s a certain rule about sleeping over. One you don’t want to cross. You and Frankie are just fooling around. Nothing more. 

“I don’t know, Frankie.” You say with a small frown, tightening the towel around you even more. His sullen look deepens at your words. He doesn’t want to overly convince you. If you want to go, he doesn’t want to stand in your way. 

You chew on your bottom lip and weigh your options. You don’t want to go down the stairs. You’re tired as fuck, and you don’t want to get pulled over or something else. And you really don’t want to put your uniform back on. And you want to stop trying to put issues in your own way when you really just want to stick around. But the decision is made for you. 

“Stay.” 

Your eyes meet his. He’s more certain now, going after what he wants. 

“Stay the night, it won’t kill you. I’ll get you something more comfortable to wear, and you can just…” he trails off and shrugs. 

“Stay?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. He nods. 

You sigh loudly but inevitably smile as you point to his closet. “I need a shirt. Please.” 

A big smile glides across his face, and you can’t believe you’re the one who put it there. 

“Alright, princess, whatever you say.” He squeezes your thigh and stands up, his back to you as he fishes through his closet and smells a few shirts to see how clean they are. 

You roll your eyes and sigh as you fall back into his pillows. 

You change into something clean, you hope it’s clean, and end up curling into a protective ball under his covers. 

His cat, Leo, circles up by your feet, and you coo, gently stroking the pretty fur along his back. Frankie retrieves two glasses filled with water and hands you one. You instantly take a few gulps before your hand gently strokes down the shirt he’s put you in. It swims a bit on you, but you like it. The hem hangs at your thighs. 

“Can you get in here?” You ask impatiently. “M’getting chilly.” You whisper with a coy smile. 

Frankie blows out a few candles in his living room and finishes putting away any leftover stir fry. 

Your high has worn off, and now you’re just a sleepy little thing. A long shift plus getting railed would be your new nighttime sleep aid. 

Now that the apartment is drenched in darkness, he pulls back the covers and moves in beside you. Cuddling was not an option. He spoons you, yanking you halfway across the bed and out of your little ball. His warm flesh meets your back, and you hum at the feeling. He was a furnace. His head settles above yours, you feel the stubble gently poke at your hair. Your eyes are already closed as his arm wraps around your waist, an affirming hand settling on your tummy. He must need skin-to-skin contact because his hand slips under the shirt he’s put on you and settles on the warm skin by your belly button.  

You let out a short little laugh. “You do this with all the girls you sleep with?” 

“No.” He quickly says, and your eyes peek open. 

“No?” You ask curiously. 

“No. Just all my coworkers I sleep with.” You roll your eyes and reach around to slap the back of your hand against his hip, forcing out a chuckle from him. 

“M’kidding.” He somehow pulls you closer. Your head rests comfortably on his bicep, the cold tip of your nose warmed by his flesh. 

Questions pour out of your stupid brain. Were you the only one he was sleeping with? If you weren’t, who else was there? Was this normal to him, cuddling after a friends-with-benefits situation? Did Frankie want something more? 

You sigh and close your eyes, attempting to shut off your brain as your finger lazily draws shape on his forearm. 

He murmurs a goodnight against the shell of your ear. You blame how happy and comfortable you are right now on his cat. And it somewhat makes you feel better. You never pictured falling asleep beside your coworker, let alone Frankie Morales. 

Sleep eventually overcomes you. You dream of Frankie sitting in a bowl of stir fry like a hot tub. 

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Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Word count: 3,458

Warning: Smut, Dirty talk, Spsnking, Daddy kink, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Blow Job, Throatpie, Creampies, hair pulling, R doming Lena, Lena Receiving, Squirting, Back scratching, postions: Riding, Doggy, Missionary. Lena getting eaten out.

*Y/n's pov*

It was game day. I wake up to my alarm blaring at 8:30 am. I roll over and turn off my alarm. Lena rolls over and wraps her arm around my waist.

"Mmm what time is it?" She asks in her sexy raspy morning voice.

"8:30 am. Sorry love, I didn't mean to wake you up." I say.

"Mmm it's okay, I was in and out of sleep anyways." Lena says.

I smile and peck her lips. Me and Lena are best friends but are kind of friends with Benefits, Lena grabs my neck and pulls me back down kissing me deeply.

I smirk against her lips and make out with her kissing her back. I hum against her lips.

"Mm we have to get ready." I say. Lena cutely groans in annoyance, I giggle at her. I get up and go into the bathroom, I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth and hair.

I come back into the room and bite my lip as I see the sight of a naked Lena in front of me getting dressed.

I bite my lip and check out her ass, Lena giggles and shake her ass a bit. "Mmm daddy see something she likes?" She asks seductively.

I nod and smirk. "Yeah such a sexy tight ass." I smirk, I squeeze her ass a bit and slap it.

"Hurry up babe. We gotta get ready and head down for breakfast." I say.

Lena nods, she gets dressed and brushes her teeth and hair, we out our shoes on and walk down to breakfast hand in hand.

The team knew of our situation and shipped us. Hoping we would end up dating and telling us how we would make a really cute couple.

We get our food and join the girls. We had a game against Spain today, I put my AirPod in as I eat my food entering game mode.

We all finish breakfast and get on the bus, we leave and head to the stadium.

We get warmed up and start doing stretches, Spain was sending us glares as they walk onto the field.

The game starts, during the 20th minute I get the ball and dribble it up field, I nut meg Athena and Alexia and slam my foot into the ball. The ball flies past the goalkeeper and flies into the back of the net making the score 1-0.

The girls all run over to me and we celebrate. Lena hugs me and pecks my cheek. "Nice goal baby."

I smile and blush a bit, we get back into our positions and continue the game. 60th minute rolls around I get the ball again and score a second time making the score 2-1.

The girls celebrate and hug me. Lena hugs me. "Do that four more times and I'll reward you later on."

Lena says lowering her hand and rubbing my bulge. I blush and quietly moan.

"W-we still need to win. Mmmm stop teasing." I pout.

Lena giggles, she pecks my lips and runs off heading back to her spot on the field.

We finish the game, I score the final goal. Making the score 6-4. Spain was doing good and made it a good game, I hug the Spain players and tell them good game and that they played very well.

As we are walking back to the locker rooms Lena smirks and grabs my ass.

"Nice goals baby. Your ass looks great in this kit." Lena nips my ear and squeezes my ass.

I blush and jump as she squeezes my ass.

"Oi love birds, get a room." Guilia shouts across the field to us.

We laugh and go to the locker room. We shower and get dressed and get on the bus. Me and Lena sit next to each other.

We get to the hotel and go to dinner, we eat. Me and Lena were trying to make plans on what to do the rest of the night. Little did I know what she had in store for me for when we get back to the room.

We finished diner, I click the button to the elevator. The elevator doors open me and Lena get in.

As soon s the elevator door close Lena pins me against the wall and kisses me deeply. I'm shocked at first but then start kissing back.

I moan as Lena rubs my bulge over my shorts. I slip my hand into her shorts and panties and run her clit, Lena moans in the kiss.

I break the kiss and start kissing and sucking on her neck leaving hickys. I slip a finger in and start to finger her slowly.

Lena gasps and moans as I slowly finger her. "Mmm fuck." She moans, she leans her head back I smirk against her skin as I suck in her neck.

I slip in a second finger and finger her a bit faster. Lena gasps and moans and cutely grabs my arm.

"Mm fuck fuck." She moans.

Lena’s walls clench around my fingers letting me know she's close. I smirk and click several floors wanting to help Lena finish on my fingers and give her the release she deserves.

"Fuck daddy I'm close." Lena moans.

I smirk, I rest my head against hers and look deep Into her eyes full of lust as I finger her faster.

Lena moans, her legs shake and buckle a bit as she cums fast and hard, her juices coat my fingers.

I smirk, I take my fingers out of her pussy, shorts and panties and hold them up to her mouth.

Lena sexily takes my fingers in her mouth and sucks her juices off my fingers. She moans as she tastes her self on my fingers. I bit my lip and watch her as she sucks her juices off my fingers.

"Mmm good girl. Such a slut for daddy." I say.

Lena smiles. "All for daddy."

The doors open and we get to our floor. I pick up Lena and carry her to our room, I fish the key card out of her back pocket. I unlock the door and open it. I carry her inside, I close the door behind me with my foot.

I reach behind and me and lock the door. I lay her on the bed and kiss her deeply.

Lena breaks the kiss and looks at me. She slips her hand up my shirt and drags her fingers along my abs. I moan and bite my lip, she knew this was a massive turn on for me.

"Too many clothes they need to come off." Lena says seductively.

Lena takes off my shirt and bra, she takes one of my boobs in her kith and starts sucking on my boob.

I moan loudly as she does this. "Mmm fuck."

Lena rubs my bulge over my shorts as she continues to suck on my boobs.

"F-Fuck Lena don't tease." I moan.

I smirk and catch us off guard, I rub her pussy over her shorts. She moans, I playfully tug on the waistband of her shorts silently asking for permission.

Lena bites her lip and nods. I slip her shirt and bra off, then slide her shorts and panties off and toss them to the side. I kiss her neck and trail kisses down to her chest. I kiss and suck on her boobs.

Lena moans and runs her fingers through my hair as I kiss and suck on her boobs.

Lena moans loudly, I trail kisses from her chest down to her stomach and kiss and suck on her abs leaving hickys.

I kiss down to her pussy and kiss her inner thigh and suck on her inner thighs leaving hickys. Lena moans, she grabs my head and pushes my head to where she needs me the most.

I lick her clit, Lena gasps and moans as I lick her clit. I slide my tongue in her pussy and start eating Lena out.

Lena moans loudly in pleasure and rests her legs on my shoulders, I slip in a finger and slowly finger her as I spit on her pussy and continue to eat her out.

"Ooo fuck." Lena moans.

I smirk, I slip in a second finger and finger her a bit faster as I continue to eat her out.

Lena moans loudly, she squirts. Her juices coat my face. Her walls clench around my finger letting me know that she's close to cumming.

"Cum baby, cum for daddy." I say as I finger her faster and faster.

"Mmm fuck, I'm close daddy. I'm gonna cum.” Lena moans loudly in pleasure.

Her legs spasms and shake on my shoulders as her juices coat my fingers and face as she cums. I help her ride out her high, once she comes down from her high I lick her up sticky mess.

"Mmm tasty." I come back up and kiss Lena, Lena moans in the kiss as she tastes herself on my lips.

"Mmm I can tell I can taste myself on your lips.” Lena giggles.

"Such a naughty girl." I smile and kiss her deeply. She giggles.

She flips us around, she was on top now and I was on the bottom. She kisses my chest and sucks on my boobs and plays with the other one.

I moan as she does this. She trails kisses down to my stomach and abs. She kisses and sucks on my abs leaving hickys.

"F-Fuck." I moan.

Lena slides my shorts and boxers down my legs freeing my dick from its confinement. She tosses my boxers and shorts to the side littering them on the floor.

"Mmm so big." Lena says. She takes my dick In her hand and slowly strokes my dick.

I moan in pleasure as she does this. Once I'm hard she takes my length in her mouth.

I moan as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat, Lena chokes and gags a bit. She slowly bobs her head.

I moan and run my fingers through her hair. "Mm fuck just like that." I moan in pleasure.

Lena hums against my dick and bobs her head a bit faster, I moan in pleasure as she does this.

It's only been five minutes and I can already feel myself getting closer to busting my load in her mouth.

"Mmm fuck Lena baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

Lena places her hands on my thighs steading herself and bobs her head faster and faster taking me deep in her throat.

"Guck guck guck." Spit and drool drip down her chin as she continues to suck the soul out of my dick.

"Mmm fuck babe." I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Lena baby I'm gon-"

Throat pie:

I'm unable to want her in time. I moan loudly in pleasure and bust my load in her mouth, Lena chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth.

Lena swallows my load and sucks me dry. She cleans up the rest of my cum. My dick falls from her mouth. She smiles, she shows me a mouth full of cum. Some cum drips down her chin, she smiles and swallows my cum.

I moan coming down from my high. Me and Lena Switch, Lena lays down in missionary position.

I hover over her, I rub my tip through her folds. Lena moans as I do this.

"F-Fuck Y/n just put it in already." Lena moans getting impatient.

I nod. I slowly slide my dick inside her tight pussy. We both moan as she takes my length deep inside her, her walls immediately clench around me.

"Fuck you're really deep in there." Lena moans

"So tight and warm." I moan.

Lena giggles and moans and takes a moment to adjust to my size.

"Tell me when to move." I say.

Lena nods, she adjusts and takes another minute to adjust. "M-Move."

I slowly thrust in and out of her. Lena moans and wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer. This causes my dick to deeper inside her. Lena gasps and moans as she takes my length deep inside her pussy.

I rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes as I thrust back and forth faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

Lena looks deep into my eyes. Her eyes full of lust. "Mmm pump me full of your cum."

I pick up the pace and thrust faster and faster inside her. Lena’s eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to fuck her brains out.

"Like that slut? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I question.

Lena moans loudly in pleasure. "Mm god yes I love it."

I continue to pound her pussy, I go at an angle and pound her g spot. Lena digs her nails in my back and scratches my back.

"Fuck....Fuck...Fuck." Lena squeaks out with each thrust.

"Fuck your pussy feels so good." I moan in pleasure.

Lena giggles and moans as I continue to pound her pussy faster and faster.

"Shit I'm gonna squirt." Lena moans.

I smirk and go faster and faster, Lena screams in pleasure and squirts like a fountain.

I continue to fuck her, I rest my head against hers as I continue to fuck her. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Mmm I'm close." I moan.

"Me to daddy. Pump me full of your cum." Lena moans in pleasure.

I moan, I go faster and harder than before. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Get ready for my load." I moan.

Creampie #1:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep in her pussy painting her walls white. Lena moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I continue to fill her up with my cum. I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Cum glazes her folds and oozes out of her pussy and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

"Mmm I want all that cum." Lena says seductively.

She lines my dick up with her pussy. She pushes the tip in and slowly sinks down on my dick taking my length deep inside her tight pussy. Her walls immediately clench around me.

She moans and takes a moment to adjust to my size. She slowly slides up and down on my dick. I moan and place my hands on her hips.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Lena slides up and down on my dick a bit faster. I moan, I reach up and massage her boobs as she continues to ride me.

"'Mm does that feel good daddy?" Lena moans as she continues to ride my dick.

"Mmm so good." I moan.

Lena rides my dick a bit faster, her ass slamming down on my dick when she brings it down. Lena moans and rocks her hips back and forth some.

"Ahh fuck toy feel so good deep inside me." Lena moans loudly in pleasure.

Lena places her hands on my boobs and massages them roughly as she slides up and down on my dick faster and faster than before slamming her ass on my lap.

"Like that baby? My dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask seductively and moan as she continues riding me.

"Mmm fuck daddy. I love you stretching me out." Lena moans.

Lena continues to ride my dick, and picks up the pace going faster and harder than before.

"F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure.

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt again." Lena moans.

Lena goes even faster, she moans loudly in pleasure and squirts an over my dick, lap and all over the sheets. Her legs shake and buckle a pleasure as she squirts.

"Ahh fuck." Lena moans.

God Lena really knows how to fuck someone fast and good. "Shit right there babe. Holy shit, that's so good."

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. Lena moans and keeps going. Her juices drip and runs down my dick.

"Ahh I'm close baby." I moan.

"Me too, give me that cum." Lena moans.

She moans and goes faster, I feel myself getting extremely close to busting deep inside her.

Lena giggles. "Yeah? Is daddy close? You gonna pump my tight pussy full of cum?" Lena asks teasing me.

"Mmm I'm gonna drain my balls inside you." I moan.

Lena moans and goes faster and harder than before. Her tight walls clench around my massive 11 inches, I moan loudly in pleasure.

I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls. Shit I'm gonna cum buckets deep inside her.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her pussy painting her walls white. Lena moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan in pleasure as I continue to shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her.

I help Lena ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs, Lena gets off my dick. Cum coats her folds and drips down her thighs and onto my dick and onto the bed.

she moves off me and moves to the middle of the bed and gets on all fours.

"Mmm stuff me with more of your cum daddy." She says shaking her ass.

I smirk and move behind her, I slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy. We both moan as my dick is back deep inside her.

"Ahh so tight and warm." I moan.

Lena giggles and slides her ass back into me. I place my hand on her hip and reach up. I pull her hair with my other hand. I bite my lip and slowly thrust in and out of her pulling her hair as I fuck her from behind.

I smirk, I thrust in and out of her faster and faster.

"Fuck....Fuck...Fuck." Lena squeaks out with each thrust.

My balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. "Mmm so fucking good." I moan.

"Mmm yes....Yes give me that cum." Lena moans.

She slides back and forth on my dick slamming her ass against me. We both moan as she goes faster and rougher.

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

"Mmm yes just like that I'm gonna cum buckets." I moan.

Lena giggles. "Mmm maybe we should keep going then."

We both moan as she goes faster and rougher than before, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Ah, babe....mmm get ready for my load." I moan.

Lena giggles and goes even faster and faster than before.

Creampie #3

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her painting her walls white. Lena moans and cums all over my dick, we both as I continue to pump her full of cum. Lena moans loudly in pleasure as I cum deep inside her. Her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I fill her up.

I help her ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out, my dick falls limp. Cum immediately oozes out of her pussy and drips down her thighs and onto my dick and onto the bed.

"Mmm so much cum, I feel stuffed." Lena says.

"Mmm you know how to drain me love." I say.

We both lay next to each other on the bed. Lena cuddles up into me.

"Mmm should we sleep naked together the rest of camp?" Lena asks.

"Mmm yes, I'm 100% down." I say.

She giggles and kisses me. "Of course you are. Come on love let's go shower and get cleaned up."

She grabs my hand and drags me to the bathroom with her. I got something to look forward to all camp. We shower together and fall asleep in the same bed.

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Enough is Enough

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Goddess!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: character deaths, reader being forced to kill, revenge kills, fluff at the end

Request by anon: Heyy! Can you write a one shot  of team free will x powerful demigod reader? Where the reader is the daughter of Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades  and blessed by the Gods and the Team need her help for some case and they summon her for help and in the end Dean or Sam fall in love her?

Summary: Sam and Dean take on a case where people are killing themselves after what appears to be a ghost touching them when in reality, something much deadlier is attacking them.

Square Filled: summoning a spirit for @spnclassicbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

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“Okay, Sammy, tell me one more time what we’re dealing with,” Dean says as he drives into Victorville, California.

“Two people have died under mysterious circumstances. They were normal people with normal jobs until one day they suddenly went crazy and killed themselves. None of them had prior indications that they were mentally ill or had depression.”

“Yeah, that could be our thing.”

“I already called the sheriff. He’s expecting us.” Dean heads into town and stops at the local sheriff’s station. Both brothers get out and enter the station where the sheriff greets them. “Sheriff. I’m Agent Lennon and this is my partner Agent McCartney.”

“Thank you for coming out here.”

“Of course. What else can you tell us about this case?”

“I can do you one better. I can show you. Follow me.” The sheriff brings Sam and Dean to his desk where footage from a CCTV camera is already pulled up. “Go ahead. Press play.”

Sam sits down and presses play to start the video. There is a highway with passing cars and a diner on the other side of the road where someone is waiting for something. Thirty seconds pass before Sam sees something glitch in and out of the frame. If someone were scrolling through the footage, they would miss it but Sam knows what he’s looking for. As soon as the mysterious object passes through the frame, the man starts screaming in terror. He pulls at his hair and runs into traffic where he gets hit by a car.

“Poor son of a bitch,” the sheriff sighs.

Sam rewinds the footage and stops on the figure that glitches into the frame. There isn’t a good angel for it but Sam knows it’s the shape of a woman.

“Was there footage of the first murder?” Dean asks.

“No. It happened inside the victim’s home.”

“If you get any more footage, please let us know immediately.”

“Sure thing.”

Sam and Dean finish up at the police department and leave together.

“Did you see the ghost?”

“I’m surprised the sheriff didn’t.”

“We should check the diner for any signs of EMF.” Sam and Dean drive over to the spot where the second victim killed himself. CSI and the police already investigated here, so the place is pretty empty. No one wants to go to a diner where someone saw a ghost and freaked the fuck out. “Why don’t you see what you can find out? I’ll talk to the staff inside.”

Dean leaves his brother’s side and heads inside while Sam takes out his EMF reader. He walks down the entire length of the parking lot but not a single abnormality shows up on the reader. It doesn’t take long for Dean to finish talking to the staff inside and he joins his brother’s side when he’s done.

“Anything?”

“They didn't see a thing. It was too dark to see if there was another person. All they knew is that he came in by himself, ate, and left. Minutes later, he went crazy and killed himself. What about you?”

“Nothing. There is no evidence that there was any ghost here. It’s weird, we definitely saw a ghost on film.”

“What else could it be?”

While Sam and Dean ponder on that questions, two teenage kids hang out at a grocery store on the other side of town. They’re known as the troublemakers of the town. They love getting into fights, trashing people’s houses, skipping school, and causing headaches for most of the adults in town. Dylan and Jaden are best friends who feed off each other’s energy so there is no stopping them whenever they come together.

Dylan is resting on the hood of his car while Jaden is smoking next to him. They’re in the mood for a little fucking around with the locals in town. The best kind of people to fuck with are the tourists and people who pass by their town because they don’t know the boys’ reputation. Someone new moved to town not that long ago making him the perfect target for the boys’ torment.

The man is walking out of the store since his shift has finished and walks toward his car. Dylan nudges Jaden with his foot and gestures to the employee. Jaden takes a deep inhale from his cigarette and flicks it onto the ground.

“Melinoe, come out come out wherever you are,” Jaden smirks.

You emerge from the shadows with a look of hatred on your face. Dylan and Jaden smirk and point to the man walking to his car.

“I should kill you two instead,” you glare.

“Do that and you won’t ever see your heart again. Now go kill the bitch before we kill you,” Dylan threatens.

If someone is in possession of your heart, they have the ability to use you in any way they wish. If someone were to pierce your heart, then you’ll die a slow and painful death. These two idiot kids got ahold of your heart and now have power over you that no human should ever have.

You walk over to the man who has no clue what’s about to happen to him. You’re all for killing people and bringing their souls to the Underworld for punishment but only those who deserve it. The people you’ve killed never deserved it despite the two kids thinking they did. You walk past the man and touch his shoulder to let your powers flow through him. The man screams in terror and pulls at his hair as he is driven mad. He carries self-defense weapons to protect himself which he uses to kill himself.

You turn back to the shadows when you’ve done your part.

The next morning, Sam and Dean show up at the grocery store parking lot where the man killed himself. Dean talks to some of the staff while Sam takes out his EMF reader to check for paranormal signs. Much like the last scene, nothing shows up.

“Dean, this isn’t making any sense.”

“The store manager says we can look at his security footage. He got a good view of the parking lot. Come on.”

Sam and Dean walk inside the store and meet the sheriff at the manager’s office where the cameras are. The manager plays back the footage to the right after the man left for his shift. There are two kids by a car in the background that are illuminated by the light pole, and they’re watching the man walk to his car. A ghostly figure walks into the frame and they gesture for it to attack the man.

They watch as the figure walks past the man who then freaks out. He takes one of his self-defense weapons and kills himself with it.

“Who are those two kids?” Dean asks. The manager rewinds the footage and zooms in on both of them, getting a clear view of them. “Sheriff, could you identify them?”

“Yeah. I’ll have my men look into it.”

The sheriff immediately sends the footage over to his IT department who comes back with both of their identities and their addresses. Sam and Dean will take over from here, so they head over to Dylan’s house in hopes that he’s home. Dean and Sam walk up to the front door and knock three times. Five minutes later, Dylan answers the door with Jaden behind him.

“Yeah, what do you want?”

“Are you Dylan and Jaden?”

“What’s it to you, old man?” Sam and Dean push themselves inside their house and look around. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Where is she?” Dean asks and shoves his FBI badge into his face. “Where are you hiding her?”

“What are you talking about?”

“The woman you use to kill people. Where is she?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Leave before I call the police on you. Do you even have a warrant to be in here?”

Dean is about to tear him a new one when you appear from the shadows in the corner of the room. Sam and Dean take out their guns with iron bullets and aim them at you. Dylan and Jaden step back when they see the weapons to stay out of the line of fire.

“Who the hell is she?”

“Those bullets won’t do anything to me.”

“Who are you?”

“I am the thing they keep hostage to kill others with,” you glare at them.

“Kill them,” Dylan orders.

This is it. This is your way out. At this moment, you don’t care about your heart or where they might have hidden it. The fact is, they don’t have it on them right now.

“No, I don’t think I will. I’m done being your bitch. It’s time you get a taste of your own medicine.”

You disappear from sight and allow them a few seconds of pure terror of not knowing where you are. You appear behind them and place your hands on both of their heads. You let your magic flow through their brains ten times harder than you did with the other victims. Almost immediately, they begin screaming their heads off in fear.

They didn’t know it, but they were declared dead the second they possessed your heart.

They claw at their hair, run their nails down their faces so hard it draws blood, and smash their heads against the walls multiple times. Dylan did it so much that his skull split open and his brain and blood spattered everywhere. Both men slid to the floors when they died, and you turn to the brothers who have shocked looks on their faces.

“My name is Melinoe but I go by Y/N these days. I am the Goddess of Ghosts, Nightmares, and Funerary Rites. I am the daughter of Persephone and Zeus and Hades combined. I’d like your help finding out where my heart is so I can be free.”

Sam and Dean call in the double suicide before leaving the scene as fast as possible. You join them in their motel room to talk about what you’re here for and what it means to have someone possess your heart.

“We’ve met some Greek Gods in our time but never someone like you. We’ve met your father.”

“Which one?”

“Zeus.”

“Despite what people say, Zeus is worse than Hades. Zeus got jealous of Hades and banished him to the Underworld.” Sam and Dean look at each other in silence. “Look, I know you think I’m a killer but I’m not a bad person. I only kill those who deserve it so I can guide their souls into the Underworld to exact their punishment. Those two idiots made me kill innocent people.”

“How did they do that?”

“They have my heart. I shouldn’t have killed them. They hid it so I wouldn’t grab it and leave them.”

“We’ll find it,” Sam smiles.

“Thank you. I’m not all bad, you know. I can reunite people with their dead loved ones for a few minutes. Cemeteries are my favorite places to hang out in.”

You, Sam, and Dean do some research on where Dylan and Jaden could have hidden your heart. They would have chosen a place where no one would find it. A place that could be abandoned or a cave. There aren’t a lot of spots like that around town so it’s easy to compile a list.

“What will happen if your heart is destroyed?”

“I’ll die. I had ownership of my heart for thousands of years until one day I met a man. A man who heard the rumors about me and what I can do. This was during the time when Greek Gods and Goddesses were roaming Earth. He’s the sole reason why I believe in love, but he’s also the reason why I believe in heartbreak. He stole my heart and it’s been passed around ever since.”

“Greek Gods were around in 900 BC. That’s a long time to go without your heart.”

“You’re telling me,” you scoff.

“I promise to get your heart back for you.”

“Thank you,” you smile sweetly.

“Okay, I have a list of three places where your heart can be,” Dean says. “The abandoned factory outside of town, the old Well House on someone’s farm, and a cave in Long Beach. Though, I don’t think they’d drive two hours for something so precious as a Goddess’ heart.”

“Let’s check the factory first. These guys craved power. I don’t think they would allow my heart to reside on someone else’s property.”

“Factory it is.”

You three head thirty minutes to the factory outside of town. Before you step foot out of the car, you can feel the power your heart holds. It’s here and it’s calling to you. You don’t have to search the entire property because you know exactly where it is. Your heart is inside a dirty box and you scoff at the treatment it got.

“Wow, never seen that before,” Dean mutters.

You grab your heart and it glows bright green at being connected to the person it belongs to. You move the top of your dress to the side and allow your heart to be absorbed back into your body. Your entire body glows bright green before dimming down, and you turn to the brothers with a smile.

“I can’t thank you two enough for what you’ve done for me. Please allow me to repay you back. Is there a dead loved one you’d like to see again?”

“No, we’re good. I just want to get out of this God-forsaken town,” Dean chuckles.

Sam looks at his brother in thought and gets an idea.

“Actually, there might be.”

It doesn't matter where a person is buried or where they ended up after death. You have the power to draw their souls back to you for a short amount of time to give a person a chance to talk to them. Dean is shocked when you pull his mother and father from Heaven to allow him some time to talk to them. Sam never knew them, not in the way that Dean did, so he gives this moment to his brother.

“You must love your brother to let him have this,” you say to Sam.

You and he are off to the side to give Dean some time alone with his parents.

“He knew them better than I ever did,” he shrugs.

“Listen, I don’t have to be in the Underworld right now. Would you like some company for a while?”

A blush spreads across Sam’s cheeks at the thought of spending more time with you.

“I’d like that.”

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04. | A Bad Idea

Gator Tillman ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 5.1k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, misogynistic themes, inexperienced!Gator, public sex, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, early ejaculation, oral (f!receiving), cum eating, gator being sweet, recreational drug use/marijuana ⇾ a/n. took longer than I wanted to to finish this chapter, and I think I've definitely looked at it for too long. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. I could use some kind words 💚

When Roy realizes his son didn’t heed his advice, he changes tactics, telling Gator to invite Win to the ranch.  After a steamy night of sex and drugs, Gator breaks the news to Win and she realizes his feelings run deeper than she thought.  And maybe so do hers.

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“Oh fuck, Gator–”

Win’s voice cracked as her head fell back against the stall door, Gator’s heavy breaths loud in her ear with each snap of his hips, desperately fucking her in the dingy bathroom stall.

“Oh shit, you feel so damn good, Winnie,” he grunted, his brows pinched in concentration and Win couldn’t help but grin as she watched him, her head and heart only tangling further each time she tangled with him, which over the past few weeks had been as often as possible – Gator taking every opportunity he could to fall into bed with her or find some clandestine spot for them to fuck like rabbits at any free second, which at the moment happened to be after breakfast in the diner’s bathroom before Gator’s shift.

For a second, Gator’s expression altered, alarm crossing his face as his grasp on Win began to slip and she let out a yelp, hastily bracing herself before she could fall.

“Gator, if you drop me, I swear to God–” she hissed, gasping as he hefted her up higher against the door to readjust his grip on her thighs, which were wrapped tightly around his waist. “I'm not gunna drop you,” he huffed defensively, resuming his impatient thrusts, making her tits bounce softly beneath her tight top.

“Now quiet down,” we don’t want anyone finding us like this,” he grunted.  “Not unless you wanna end up in handcuffs for indecent exposure,” he teased, flashing her a cheeky grin.

“Wouldn’t that entail you ending up in handcuffs too?” Win pointed out, but Gator’s grin only widened.

“Oh, but you forget, sweetheart.  I’m the law,” he chuckled darkly, his eyes screwing shut moments later as he came, as if it were the thought of her in handcuffs that had tipped him over the edge.

Panting heavily, he pressed his face to her chest while he composed himself.  “Did you cum?” he asked suddenly, as if just remembering to ask, his large brown eyes seeking hers and Win shook her head.

“I was close, but no,” she answered truthfully, and Gator frowned, setting her down unsteadily.

“Fuck, sorry,” he muttered as they fixed their disheveled appearances, his disappointment in himself taking Win aback a little.

By all accounts, Gator seemed like just the type of guy who didn’t really care if his partner finished, as long as he was satisfied.

Except, the more time Win spent with him, the more she realized, Gator wasn’t exactly like she’d expected him to be.  Sure, some of the shit that came out of his mouth was problematic as fuck, but it almost felt parroted, as if he were just repeating what he’d heard his whole life, and it was no surprise to her who he’d heard it from.

“It’s okay, you can pay me back later, Deputy,” Win drawled, slipping her arms around his shoulders as she raised up on her toes for a kiss, sighing as his lips moved against hers.

Gator raised a brow at her as he pulled back, his hands lingering at her waist.  “Later?” he asked hopefully and Win bit her lip, nodding.

“Yeah, I have the night off, you should come over, watch some movies, play some video games, have some hot nasty sex on my couch,” she purred, grinning at him expectantly and Gator groaned.

“Fuck, Winnie, you’re gunna make me hard again,” he whined and she snickered, taking his hand to lead him to the door.

“You go ahead and I’ll follow, that way it won’t look like we just did what we did,” Win said, giving Gator a little shove and he chuckled as he turned back to wink at her before striding back out into the diner.

Fighting to keep a straight face, she stepped out moments later, returning the waitress’ smile and wave before she noticed Gator standing awkwardly at the end of a booth and her blood ran cold as she noticed who had just sat down.

When Roy Tillman’s eyes met hers, it felt like time slowed, the air around her turning thick like jelly and she forced herself to keep walking, Gator’s gaze catching hers helplessly before she pushed open the door and hurried outside.  Something about the Sheriff’s sharp gaze made her feel weighed and judged, like some animal at the county fair, and she didn’t like it.

Gator swore under his breath when he saw his father walk through the door and tip his hat to the waitress, heading to his favourite booth.  He’d taken a gamble meeting Win there, hoping Roy would be having breakfast with Karen and the twins.

As soon as Roy noticed him, Gator nodded to him, stopping at the end of the table to greet him.

“Looks like we had the same idea today,” he chuckled, looping his thumbs through his belt loops as he shifted his weight from boot to boot, hoping Roy wouldn’t notice Win leaving, though she’d have to walk right past them to get to the door.

“Guess so,” Roy mused, half glancing over the menu, though he always ordered the same thing, when suddenly his eyes lifted, fixing on something just past Gator.  He could smell Win’s perfume as she passed and glanced over at her as she hesitated for a moment at the door before pushing it open.

Once the door shut, the bell on the handle chiming her departure, Roy glanced back up at him and nodded toward the seat across from him as the waitress came with a cup and her pot of coffee.

“Sit with me,” he murmured, and Gator did so, scooting into the booth and resting his arm across the back of the bench.

Roy waited for his coffee to be poured and the waitress to confirm his usual order before speaking, his gaze focused on the steaming cup in his hand.

“Am I to assume you expect me to believe that was merely a coincidence?” he murmured, taking a careful sip from his cup before his eyes flicked up to Gator's, his sharp gaze seeming to see right through him.

Gator shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding eye contact.  “That what’s a coincidence?” he asked, frowning in confusion and Roy let out a disappointed sigh, thanking the waitress as she set his food in front of him.

“That was the girl I told you to stay away from,” he continued, taking a bite of the crispy strip of bacon.  “And you ignored my advice because–?  What, you think you know better than me?”

“I don’t know what you’re–” Gator mumbled, only for Roy to cut him off.

“Don’t insult my intelligence, son,” he snapped, his eyes boring into Gator’s.  “You’ve been coming home late, if at all, you’re neglecting your chores, you’re distracted,” he listed off, taking a bite of his eggs.  “It’s not hard to see where your head’s at.”

Gator opened his mouth, a slew of excuses ready on his tongue, but he quickly swallowed them as his father took a deep breath, as if deciding something.

“I suppose you are a man now, and you can make your own decisions, as long as you understand that she’s not proper wife material… as she is now.”

Gator frowned, just the barest downward twitch of lips and knitting of brow, but he didn’t argue.

“Now, I got two stipulations if you insist on continuing to see this girl,” Roy said, holding up two fingers.  “One,” he ticked off, “you pick up the slack with your chores on the ranch, and two–” he brought the second finger down as well– “you bring her to Sunday dinner so we can meet her properly.”

“Uh, I dunno if that’s such a good idea,” Gator muttered, earning himself another sharp look.

“You questioning my judgement?”

Gator gulped, shaking his head quickly.  “No!  No, it’s just… uh, I’m confused.  I thought you said–” he trailed off, stumbling over his own tongue and Roy let out a long suffering sigh.

“It’ll be good for her to spend some time around honest folk, and maybe Karen can show her how a proper woman acts,” he drawled, and Gator quickly nodded in understanding, though he already knew Win wasn’t gunna like it.

“Alright then, get goin’ now,” Roy said, nodding toward the door.  “We’ll see you and your girl Sunday.”

Gator nearly tripped climbing out of the booth, trying to figure out how to persuade Win to go.

When Gator showed up later that night–for it could be no one but Gator, with that booming cop’s knock–Win answered the door in a pair of shorts and one of his black tees he’d left behind, her nipples hard under the dark fabric, having forgone a bra when she’d thrown it on after her shower.  The pungent smell of weed clung to her, and Gator leaned against the door frame, unabashedly looking her up and down as he got a whiff.

“You been smokin’ in here, miss?” he drawled, his lips stretching into a sly grin and Win shrugged, not even bothering to deny it.

“You gunna arrest me, Deputy?” she asked, arching a challenging brow at him.

“I just might have to,” Gator replied, running his tongue over his molars as he shook his head in bemusement.

Win eyed him skeptically.  “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” she asked, tugging him inside and shutting the door, pressing her back to it when Gator took a step closer, pressing his hands to either side of her head, boxing her in.

“Oh, you have no idea, Princess,” he drawled, watching her lips hungrily.

“I’m really not surprised,” she teased, slipping under his arm to flit past him, leaving him wanting more, and Gator let out a frustrated breath, toeing off his boots and shrugging out of his leather jacket before following her.

“You got any weed left?” he asked and Win threw her head back in laughter.

“You’re such a shit cop,” she snorted, pointing to her pipe laying on the coffee table next to her lighter.

“Hey, I’m the law, remember, sweetheart?” Gator scoffed, snatching the pipe and bringing the mouth to his lips.

“I’m not sure that’s how the law works,” Win murmured, rolling her eyes as Gator struggled to get the lighter to light, flicking the wheel several times before a flame appeared and he took a long draw.  

Win leaned against the wall, trying not to stare too intently when he finally blew the smoke out in a long stream, the effect somewhat ruined by the coughing fit that followed, and she snickered, shaking her head.

“I’ve got a frozen pizza and some wings in the oven,” she said, nodding toward the kitchen.  “You want something to drink?” she offered, telling herself she was just being a good host and not waiting on him hand and foot.

“Got any Mtn. Dew?” Gator asked, sinking onto the couch and grabbing the remote, flipping through the channels til he found something he liked.

Win reappeared several minutes later with two bottles, dropping one in Gator’s lap before plopping down next to him and taking a swig from her own.

“Die Hard, nice,” she murmured, snatching her lighter and the pipe from the table before leaning back and resting her legs in Gator’s lap, the light from the tv screen illuminating her face in the dark room as she took another hit.

She hadn’t been planning on getting high that night, but their near run in with Roy that morning had her nerves on edge and she’d ended up swinging by her dealer’s trailer on the way home before she realized that’s where she’d been headed.  And though she was curious as hell if the Sheriff had sussed them out, saying something to Gator after she’d left, she wasn’t going to be the one to bring it up.

It weren’t as if they were dating…

“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” she murmured, taking another swig of her Mtn Dew, her eyes finding his in the dim light.

Gator frowned in thought, his large hand resting on her ankle, thumb drawing circles against her cool skin.  “You know I used to play football?” he asked, not really waiting for her response before continuing.  “I was All County quarterback senior year, a real winner,” he boasted, his gaze turning far away, as if lost in memory.

“So you were a real hot shot, huh?” Win mused, having a bit of a hard time picturing it, if she was being honest.  “I’m surprised you didn’t have cheerleaders falling over you left and right,” she teased and Gator wrinkled his nose at her, clearly not amused.

“Oh, I did.  The only problem was, they were all members of the Abstinence Club,” he huffed.  “The only action I got was over the clothes and awkward handies while making out,” he admitted with a scowl, just waiting for Win’s amused laughter. 

“Aw, you poor thing,” she cooed instead, a hint of condescension in her tone, biting her lip to keep from giggling, just imagining Gator’s frustration.  “Weren’t there any freaky girls you could’ve gotten with?  You know, anti-social goth girls that wouldn’t turn their noses up at fucking the quarterback?” she wondered.

“Unfortunately, no,” Gator sighed, letting his head fall back against the couch.  “It’s a pity you didn’t go to high school with me.”

“You think I would’ve fucked you back then?” she teased and Gator snorted.

“Course you would’ve, you can’t keep your hands off me,” he boasted, a smug grin twisting his lips. “You’re such a shit,” Win scoffed, though she couldn’t hold back her answering grin, knowing he was probably right.

“Can I get another hit of that?” Gator asked, nodding to the pipe in her hand and Win followed his gaze, sitting up slightly.  Instead of handing it to him, however, she brought it to her mouth, lighting the bud and taking a long drawl, the light from the small flame illuminating her face.  Holding the smoke in her lungs, she crooked her finger, beckoning him closer, peering up at him through her lashes.

Frowning in confusion, Gator leaned in, gasping in surprise as Win tilted her head as if to kiss him, their lips nearly touching before slowly exhaling the stream of smoke into his mouth.  

Gator’s eyelids fluttered as he inhaled the pungent smoke, a soft groan catching in his throat before he surged forward the rest of the way, capturing Win’s lips in a searing kiss that took her just as off guard as she’d taken him, pinning her beneath him.

“That was fuckin’ hot,” Gator breathed between deepening kisses, his tongue writhing against hers, exploring her mouth boldly as his free hand traversed her body, slipping under the hem of her shirt to cover her breast, greedily massaging her beneath the dark fabric, his fingers tweaking her pert nipple, playing with her piercing to draw a desperate moan from her.

“Gator–” Win breathed, squirming beneath his touch, arousal pooling low in her gut and seeping through the thin fabric between her legs.

“Hmm?” he hummed, grinding against her, his bulge obvious beneath the rough fabric of his cargo pants and she whined as it pressed against her aching heat, the sudden shrill cry of the oven timer interrupting the moment.

“Shit, I gotta get the food out,” she groaned, half halfheartedly pushing against Gator, a gasp leaving her lips as his mouth found her pulse point, his canines sinking into her skin.

“Ignore it,” he mumbled, grinding harder against her as he pinched at her nipple, his tongue soothing the love bite at her throat.

“It’ll burn,” Win argued, biting back the moan that sprang to her lips before pushing Gator back, nearly kneeing him in the groin as she rolled out from under him.  He let out a frustrated growl, but the rumble in the pit of his stomach reminded him just how hungry he was, the smell from the kitchen making his mouth water.

“Win!” he called, palming himself over his pants before adjusting his half softened length.  “Hurry up, I’m starving,” he whined, leaning back against the couch to peer into the kitchen to see if she was coming.

“You’d get it faster if you got off your ass,” he called back, finally rounding the corner back to the sofa, two plates in hand.

“Oh, you’re an angel,” Gator cried, reaching for the plate she held just out of reach, waiting for a ‘thank you’.

“Close enough,” she snorted in amusement, letting him have his food before sitting back down next to him and propping her feet on the edge of the coffee table.

Silence fell as the two of them dug in, watching the movie as they ate.

“So…” Win mused around a mouthful of pizza, her eyes flicking from the tv screen to Gator.  “When’re we gunna talk about this kink you have with restraining me?” she asked, her lips twitching at the way he froze, half eaten wing still hanging from his sticky fingers.

“What?  Who says I—“ Gator cut off mid sentence at the knowing look in Win’s eyes.  “I dunno,” he mumbled, sucking the rest of the meat from the wing before dropping the bones to his plate.  “Just like the idea of being in control, I guess.  Like seeing you helpless,” he murmured, clearing his throat.

Win nodded.  “I like being helpless sometimes,” she mused, watching his reaction.  “Don’t see why we couldn’t try that sometime.”  She shrugged nonchalantly and Gator had to swallow, needing to work moisture back into his mouth.

“As long as you let me return the favour,” Win added, grabbing her pop bottle for a swig.  “You look awfully cute yourself when you’re squirming under me, whining for me to let you cum.”

Gator flushed, his eyes falling to his plate, not sure he wanted her to know how much he enjoyed that as well.

“Think we should decide on a safe word before we delve into those fantasies,” she mused.  “Maybe something simple as ‘yellow’ for slow down and ‘red’ for a hard stop,” she suggested. “Think you can remember that?”

“Yeah, course,” Gator huffed, rubbing at his nose with his knuckle before making to suck his fingers clean of sauce.

Before he could finish, Win caught his hand, wrapping her lips around the first finger, her tongue curling around his digit before hollowing her cheeks to suck, pulling his finger from her mouth with a soft pop before repeating the process with his next finger, her eyes not leaving his.

Gator’s mouth fell open as he watched, a moan catching in his throat.  “Fuck, Win,” he hissed, his cock once more straining against the confines of his pants.  “You really know how t’make me hard.”

Win smiled, leaning in to whisper in his ear once she’d finished sucking his fingers clean.  “Yeah well, I’m really fucking wet right now,” she breathed, licking a wet stripe along the shell of his ear.

“Oh shit–” Gator groaned, his eyelids fluttering as his hips gave an involuntary jerk.

“Are you gunna be a good boy for me?” Win asked, placing her hand over the bulge in his cargos.  “Gunna let me ride you?”

Gator let out a shaky breath, clearly itching to free his throbbing length, but holding back, waiting for Win’s permission.

“Uh huh, I’ll be good,” he whispered breathlessly, wetting his lips as he pleaded with his eyes.  “Need you so bad,” she whined and Win’s grin grew.  She loved that he was two sides of the same coin–cocky and demanding one minute and needy and submissive the next.

“Good boy,” she purred, grasping the hem of her shirt and lifting it over her head in one swift motion, letting it fall to the floor as she leaned in to kiss him, her hands slipping under his shirt as her tongue flicked against his, her palms sliding up his stomach and chest as she worked the tight fabric over his head.

Breaking the kiss just long enough to rid him of the garment, her mouth was back on his as her hands went to his pants, making quick work of his belt and zipper.  As soon as his cock was free, Win stood, hooking her thumbs under the elastic of her shorts and shimmying them down along with her soiled panties, letting Gator watch, his eyes caressing her body like a man starved before she crawled astride him, too needy to tease him any further.

“Need you,” she breathed against his lips, her tongue meeting his as she ground down against him, coating his twitching length in her slick.

Gator’s answering groan was quickly swallowed and his hands circled her hips tightly, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he guided her movements and Win reached between them to grasp his cock, lining him up with her slick entrance and sinking down onto him, their moans blending together.

“Feel so good,” Gator grunted, his mouth falling open as she began to ride him, her hips rolling fluidly against him, picking up speed as his gasp on her urged her on.

Not bothering to watch her volume, Win’s rising moans competed with the sloppy sound of her pussy as her smooth movements turned harried, instead bouncing in his lap, chasing her pleasure as he drowned in it.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” he gasped, exploding inside her without warning, her tits bouncing in his face as she milked him, pumping her fuller with each bounce.

“Shit—“ Gator whined, his head falling back against the couch as he panted for breath, kicking himself for cumming too soon.

“Sorry, I—“ he began, wincing as he softened inside her and Win surprised him by pressing a weary kiss to his lips, her sweat slicked forehead falling forward to rest against hers.

“Didn’t mean to cum so soon…”

Win shook her head.  “It’s kinda hot,” she murmured, working moisture back into her mouth.  “My pussy’s too good, you couldn’t hold back,” she said, her lips quirking slightly.  “You know, there are other ways you can help me finish,” she added with a shrug and it was Gator’s turn to wet his lips as a thought occurred to him.

“Sit on my face.”

Win’s brows rose at how fast he suggested it.  “You sure?” she asked.  Gator’d had yet to test his oral skills and Win wasn’t exactly expecting much, but the husky way he said it made her stomach flip.

“Okay,” she breathed, helping him slide off the couch to the floor, his head resting back against the couch cushions while Win hovered over him, his spunk mixed with her arousal dripping down the inside of her thighs and he groaned at the sight, hooking his arms around her legs boxing in his face, bringing her down to his mouth.

“Oh–” she gasped as he kissed her, giving her clit an experimental lick, his tongue seeking her sensitive nub, swirling around it as he savoured her taste.  It was so much sweeter than he’d expected and he moaned into her cunt, his eyelids fluttering as he grew bolder, tilting his chin upwards as his tongue pushed into her folds, exploring her already messy sex with fervor, his nose bumping against her clit with each movement.

“Y-yeah, yeah just like that,” Win murmured, her hands gripping the couch back as she rolled her hips, grinding against Gator’s face in her desperation for more friction.

His fingers bit into her thighs as he feasted on her, using his entire face to pleasure her, past caring about the mess that smeared his chin and cheeks, each gasp and moan he pulled from her felt like a badge of honour, driving him on, his tongue delving deeper before returning to her throbbing clit, lapping at it with broad relentless rolls of his tongue, breathing heavily through his nose as he drew her bundle of nerves between his lips to suck until she was shuddering, her thighs clamping tighter around his head.

“Oh fuck, GATOR–!” she cried, her hips stuttering as her climax hit her and she threw her head back, her entire body going rigid.

“Holy shit,” she whispered, collapsing to the couch and letting Gator breathe.  “You can say that again,” he exclaimed, grabbing his shirt to wipe his face and taking a swig of pop before turning to look at her, a smug smirk gracing his swollen lips.  “Seems like you enjoyed that,” he drawled, climbing to the couch with her and getting comfortable, laying half draped over her where she lay, their legs tangling as he snuggled closer.

“Don’t get cocky, Tillman,” Win teased, running her fingers through his mussed hair, the gelled strands half falling into his face as he rested his chin against her chest.

“Too late,” he chuckled huskily, licking his lips.  “You taste really good, by the way,” he mused.

“Glad you think so,” she murmured, relaxing back against the throw pillow behind her, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment.  “That was pretty hot how into it you were.”

Gator shrugged.  “I like making you feel good.”

Win hummed, her fingers trailing down his smooth back, tracing lines between the dark moles and freckles that littered his skin.

“So, I was thinking… you should come to the ranch for Sunday dinner,” he murmured after a moment, his downturned eyes flicking up to hers hesitantly and Win frowned, her brows pinching.

“Gator, are you crazy?  That sounds like a terrible idea,” she exclaimed, half pushing up to gape at him.  “What about Roy?  I thought the last thing we wanted was for him to know about this?” she asked, gesturing between the two of them.

Gator winced, hoping she wouldn’t freak out too much when he told her his dad already knew about them.  “Actually, this was his idea…” he replied reluctantly.

“Really?  Somehow I have a hard time believing that,” Win huffed, an uneasy feeling bubbling in her gut and she let out a soft groan.  “That’s what he said to you after I left this morning, wasn’t it?  He figured it out,” she murmured, reading the truth in his guilt filled gaze.

Gator nodded, the lines furrowing his brow deepening.  “He said he wants to meet the girl I’ve been sneaking around with.”

A heavy rush of air whistled through Win’s teeth and she pressed a hand to her face.  “I dunno, Gator, this all seems very official, and we’re–hell, I don’t really know what we are,” she exclaimed, letting her hand drop while her gaze instinctively sought his in the dim room.

“What do you want us to be?” he asked softly, a worried frown knitting his brows as he waited for her answer, his large brown eyes watching her earnestly.

“Aw Jesus, don’t do that,” Win groaned, snapping her eyes shut against the sight, too much for her to take in the moment—her chest tightening with an emotion she didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Do what?” Gator countered, nearly pouting, his frown deepening and Win groaned again when she opened her eyes.

“You know what!” she whined.  “Stop looking at me with those damn eyes of yours.”

“What’s wrong with ‘em?” Gator asked, a small smirk playing at his lips when he realized the power he had over her with just a look.

“They’re dangerous!” Win exclaimed, trying to turn away, but Gator was having none of it.

“Yeah, and why’s that?” he countered, grabbing her chin to force her to face him and she huffed a sigh.

“Because they’re more beautiful than they have any fuckin’ right to be,” Win breathed, wincing when Gator’s grin widened.  

“Fine!” she huffed, cornered.  “I like seeing you, alright?” she conceded, feeling her cheeks burn.  “But I like how easy this is–how it’s been–and-and I’m afraid putting a label on it is gunna complicate everything.  I don’t wanna get hurt,” she explained, her words growing smaller at the end of her outburst and Gator’s expression softened.

“I don’t wanna hafta hide you anymore, Win.  I wanna show off my girl.  Fuck, I want everyone to know you’re mine.  Is that so bad?” he murmured, searching her face.

“Your girl?” Win scoffed before softening, her resolve weakening—those two little words sending her stomach fluttering.

“C’mon Winnie, be the Ripley to my John McClane,” he uttered with all seriousness, using the line from one of her favourite songs against her and Win barked an incredulous laugh, her doubt forgotten for a moment.  

“I can’t believe you actually just made that reference!” she exclaimed, hiding her face against his forehead and Gator stiffened.

“Hey, I listened to that mix you made me.  Some of it was weird, granted, but I liked that line!” he yelped defensively.

“Now, how the hell can I say no when you compare me to one of the most badass women in movie history?” Win murmured, shaking her head in bemusement.

“You can’t.”  Gator shrugged, half holding his breath as he waited for her answer.

“Alright, fine, I’ll be your girl,” Win relented, rolling her eyes and Gator sobered at her flippant tone, the amusement draining from his face.

"Don’t get my hopes up if you're just gonna leave like everyone else,” he murmured, and Win felt a block of ice drop into her stomach.  All this time she’d been so focused on how he could hurt her, never giving any thought to the fact that she could hurt him just as badly, that his feelings for her might be that deep, and it took her by surprise at just how serious he was.

“I won’t,” she breathed, turning his face toward her, her eyes searching his, the vulnerability in his gaze twisting her heart.  They’d never talked about his mother before, but if her friends were to be believed, she’d apparently run off when he was young, leaving him with his father.

“I mean it,” she insisted, her breath wavering.  “Just… don’t make me regret it,” she whispered and Gator nodded.

“I won’t,” he echoed, letting out a breath she hadn’t noticed he’d been holding.  “Does this mean you’ll come?” he asked and Win sighed.

“Yeah, but they’re gunna hate me,” she reminded him, anxiety prickling her gut.

“Just don’t get political, and wear your nicest dress and those boots you look so good in,” he said, the tension leaching from his body as he rested his cheek against her chest, nuzzling closer to her.

“I hope you know what you’re talking about,” Win whispered, but she felt herself relaxing as well, slipping her arms around him, the weight of his embrace calming her somewhat.

“Trust me,” he murmured.

Win squeezed her eyes shut, hoping she could—hoping she wasn’t making a mistake.  She knew this meant she’d be walking willingly into the wolves’ den, but at least Gator would be there with her.  He wouldn’t feed her to the wolves.

At least, she hoped so.

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THIS IS AN ASK

WHAT’S THE PLOT OF THE B&C MUSICAL

OH YES I'M GLAD YOU ASKED. This will go into FAR too much detail and there *will* be supplementary images

The show starts at the end of the story, with a series of gunshots and then a car is shown on the stage with Bonnie and Clyde inside of it having been killed by law enforcement.

It then goes back to when Bonnie amd Clyde were kids with the opening song Picture Show, which goes through the years as they grow up. It has both of them in different 'scenes' throughout the song. Bonnie is singing about how she wants to grow up to be like her idol Clara Bow, and to become an actress just like her. Clyde, meanwhile, is singing about how he dreams of becoming like his role models, Billy the Kid and Al Capone. In the later part of the song it shows Clyde and his brother Buck getting arrested and sentenced to 2 years in jail.

The next scene is Bonnie working at a diner, and she has a conversation with Ted, who works at the sheriff's office and he invites her to go with him to a party.

After her shift ends, Bonnie runs into Clyde at the side of the road, with the car having been broken down and they start talking. This leads to the next song This World Will Remember Me, which is Clyde singing about all his aspirations and what he will do to make sure that he is remembered. The second verse of the song starts to include Bonnie in his visions, with him saying how he sees big things being possible for Bonnie and that she has the potential to do everything she dreams of, and she is very flattered to know that he can see that in her.

At this point too, Bonnie also becomes aware that he is ~lowkey~ on the run from having escaped from his prison sentence

So then it goes to Blanche's salon(she is Buck's wife) and Buck shows up, clearly expecting a warm welcome home, but what really happens is that she tells him he has to turn himself in to finish out his sentence so that they can start over clean after he serves his time. This is the next song You're Going Back to Jail, which is so fun because it's about Blanche telling Buck not to worry about her moving on from him with him being away, and telling her friends at the song to say how hard it is for them with their husband's in prison. But all they do is say about how great things are for them now that their husbands are gone lmao. So it's then settled that Buck is going to turn himself in the next day

Next we see Bonnie and Clyde on like a picnic, and she is reading to him poetry she wrote. And it's about Clyde and Billy the Kid, and it ends with Clyde getting shot at the end, and they bicker a lot in this scene and I love it so much. Bonnie then tells Clyde not to make fun of her poetry, and tells him that she's going to be a poet, and an actress, and a singer, and clyde then is like. Well why don't you sing something then. And then it's the next song which is How 'Bout a Dance. And in my very strong opinion, it is this koment in this song where Bonnie truly and irreversibly falls in love with Clyde and everything that follows becomes inevitable. Because after this song, she is never going to not follow him anywhere, and he is never going to go clean and so this song is really central to everything in the whole show. This song also book ends the show, with the instrumental playing at the very beginning, which I am aware I did not say before.

Anyways. Moving on.

There's then a short scene where Bonnie's mother catches Clyde in the house with Bonnie and she very much doesn't approve of him, revealing that Bonnie is already married. She knows her husband is never coming back though and he is literally completely irrelevant to everything forever. I think his name is Roy.

Clyde then takes Bonnie over to meet Buck and Blanche. This scene, we see that Bonnie and Blanche have kind of an instant 'rivalry' because Blanche does not approve of Clyde and his crimes at all, so she doesn't like Bonnie because if she is with him, she is clearly on board with it and is thus not her kind of person. This scene has the song When I Drive which is both Clyde amd Buck singing about how much they love being on the road. And it also features the like 'this is how I wanna live, I wanna die' which is like... I guess he gets his wish in the end??? Buck also reveals to Clyde that he and Blanche have decided that he is going to turn himself back to the authorities to finish out his sentence, and Clyde Does Not approve.

Next song is God's Arms are Always Open, which is sung by the preacher, saying that Buck is doing the right thing by turning himself in and that he will be forgiven for it. Throughout the later part of the song though, it is interspersed with mini clips of clyde commiting crimes, like car theft, and robberies. At the end he is caught and arrested, and is brought to prison where he is waiting for his sentence.

Bonnie goes to visit Clyde where she runs into Ted. The song You Can Do Better Than Him starts off being sung by Ted. Basically it's about how he remembers how innocent she was when she was younger and thinks she can do so much better than being with someone like Clyde. (He has feelings for her himself, if that wasn't clear). Later in the song Clyde joins in saying that she *could* find someone who is more conventionally 'better' but knows that she won't because they really do love each other.

When she gets home, Bonnie and her mother argue about Clyde, with her mother being very disapproving about who she is seeing. The song You Love Who You Love is a duet with Bonnie and Blanche, both singing about why they ate with their partners. I really like the line in this song 'You can't help how you're made/you don't have no say, your heart decides/It's that simple I'm afraid'. I just think the idea of your heart choosing who you fall in love with sounds very beautiful. And I also love the line 'And you never think what's down the road while the fairy tale seems real'.

NOW. We see Clyde in prison and they announce that his sentence is 16 years, and we see him being locked away. He is becoming more and more broken, being abused by both the guards and another prisoner named ed crowder. Bonnie comes to visit him and sees that he is injured and how horribly he is being treated. He tells her about a gun he has hidden and asks her to smuggle to him. This next song is Clyde's big song called Raise a Little Hell. He is so broken at this point and is very much the definition of 'nothing left to lose'. The big lyrics in the song are 'I won't get to heaven, why not raise a little hell', and it ends with him beating Ed crowder to death.

We see Bonnie arriving at the prison with the gun she is trying to get to clyde, and she is searched by the guard. He doesn't find the gun on her, and she passes it to Clyde in his cell. This is the act 1 finale with the song This World Will Remember Us. The first part of the song is Clyde busting out of prison, and the second part is him and Bonnie running away together. And important part in this song is that Clyde promises Bonnie that they will do a few more jobs to get some cash, and then they are going to hollywood so she can become an actress. And this song is just like. They've both just escaped from the lives they don't want, the future is wide open for them and they are *living* for it

So. "Apparently" there is a character limit of 4096 characters. I will reblog with Act II.

[averagemizukikinnie]

"I'm sorry I deceived you, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you."

TW: HUGE warning for SH (it’s what the fic evolves about pretty much) , ED implication, cursing

a/n: it’s my first time in writing for a pair, i apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes in advance since english isn’t my first language!! there are also more notes at the end. this fanfic can also be interpreted as platonic

“23, 24, 25…”

. . .

The bigger the number got, the more aggressive Mizuki became, and the deeper the slashes cut. They don’t remember how their abdomen looked when it was clear, all they can see now is red and brown lines over it, some are even white.

“Ahahaha… I’m really filthy and disgusting, aren’t I? I ate more than I’m supposed to when I was at the diner with Ena, Mafuyu, and Kanade. I made a promise to tell Ena the truth of what I’ve been keeping inside long ago, yet I still avoid the topic whenever it’s brought up being the coward I am. I’m surprised they didn’t leave just like everyone did…” . While they were indulging themself in their self-deprecating self-talk, they went in deeper than intended. It wasn’t really a problem anyways, their parents were out of the city for work, their sister lives overseas, no one could stop them from getting so engrossed in their own mind.

. . .

1 hour later

*doorbell rings*

“Mom and Dad aren’t supposed to be back until next Tuesday, who could it be?”. They panicked for a split second when they remembered they were supposed to have a sleepover with Ena tonight. “Good thing I finished cleaning up just a moment ago” they mumbled to themselves right before they put up their usual grin, when had they gotten so good at switching their expression? That is a question that they’re unsure of what a right answer for it could be. They felt the burning sensation of the clothes brushing against their stomach —but thankfully for them—, they were already used to it, so hiding it was a piece of cake, they already hide so much anyways.

“Yaho!~ Woah you arrived just 3 minutes late, that’s a new record!! Did poor lil’ bro have to shake the entire room to wake you up?”

“I knew this would happen.”

Ena muttered under her breath. “Can’t you just say a normal greeting for once whenever we both meet up alone?”

“Waaaaaahhh!! You’re so mean!~”

Mizuki fake-cried as they dramatically had the back of their hand on their forehead.

“Yeah yeah whatever. Anyways, can we just actually get inside?”

They finally settled in Mizuki’s room. Ena felt so fascinated by the aesthetic of the room, it felt so… Mizuki. She could tell they poured their heart in making it to their liking. It might not be obvious from first glance for others, but for Ena it is.

As Ena’s eyes were hovering around, she noticed the torso near the mirror with an unfinished project on it that seemed like it collected some dust, she found it a little strange since she had this idea Mizuki is the type of person to get absorbed into whatever project they’re working on if it’s related to their passions. Ena recalled some of Mizuki’s rambles about clothes making on Nightcord, she secretly adored these rambles even if she knew nothing about that side of fashion herself; because she can hear Mizuki being so passionate and full of joy. If she ever admits it out loud she will never hear the end of it thanks to Mizuki’s teasing.

“Oi~ Earth to Ena— Does the princess need to sleep already?~”

“Huh?! First of all, why the hell are you calling me that?? Second of all, is zoning out for just a single moment a sign of sleep deprivation now?? Ugh this is going to be a really long night.” Mizuki couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Ena’s reaction, her reactions are one of the reasons they tease her more than other people.

. . .

Later on, they both decided they will play on Mizuki’s gaming console. It was kept up in Mizuki’s closet, they haven’t used it for some while. They bought it back in those times as a way to distract themselves even further from reality. It was so up high, Mizuki was wondering how on Earth they got it there before.

“Ah! I’m finally getting a grasp of it!” , just when they said that, they lost balance and fell on their back.

Ena immediately rushed to Mizuki to check if they’re fine, and help them get up if needed.

“Are you alright?? Did you get hurt? Do you need help getting up?”

“It’s ok I didn’t get hurt! I’m totally fi-“

Right when they started to get up, one of the console’s controllers fell on their abdomen, right where the fresh, deep, red scars are.

“Again?? Seriously what’s up with its location? Anyways are you ok? Again did you get hu-“

As Ena was saying that, she saw a dark red spot forming on Mizuki’s white shirt. Her face turned white when she realized what it was, it was blood.

“Mizuki, can you let me open the shirt to see the wound and clean it? Please? It would be terrible if it gets infected…”

“… No.”

“Why?… It would be difficult for you to get up and clean it up all by yourself.”

“The reason is not important… I can handle th— SHIT—“

“Mizuki please let me see it. It’s clearly hurting badly-“

“As I said, I can handle this.”

“You’re obviously lying. Whether you allow it or not, I have to check the wound and how bad it is.”

Mizuki grabbed Ena’s wrists with all the force they could gather, Ena struggled for a bit as she was letting herself go from their grasp, thankfully, she eventually managed to do so thanks to Mizuki’s state.

Ena finally lifted up their shirt, and what she saw was horrifying to say the least. Her face got devoid of any traces of curiosity just now just for it all to be replaced with horror, as if she saw a ghost. She saw all the variations of red, brown, and white contrasting against Mizuki’s light skin color, how there was some skin peeling around some scars, and most importantly, how fresh some of them were.

On the other hand, Mizuki wanted to escape from Ena’s gaze on their body as fast as possible, she saw what they thought was the most disgusting, filthy, and deformed part of themselves they ever showed to her. They thought she was going to abandon them for good, just like many people did. Everything Mizuki did in order to preserve their bond with Ena, it all seemed useless and futile now, just like they feared.

What snapped Mizuki out of their thoughts was Ena’s shaky breathing, they thought that this is it, that there’s now another person on the mental list of people they lost because of something about Mizuki.

“What the FUCK is wrong with you?!”

“You’re so fucking disgusting.”

“I never imagined someone this filthy exists, but here you are.”

Mizuki can already feel the words coming, they embraced themselves for it, it’s a matter of few seconds before they actually hear them… Or so they thought.

“… For how long have you been doing this?… I might not be the best at comforting, but why didn’t you tell me sooner? I- I just- I wish I realized this sooner. I’m so sorry for not being the person you needed. You were going through such a hard time without me knowing about it… I just-“

Mizuki didn’t expect this would be her reaction, they thought it will be the last time they ever talk, they thought this was going to be the end.

“I *sob* I’m so sorry… I can’t believe *sob* I didn’t know about this sooner…”

Ena grabbed both of Mizuki’s hands and gently kissed them, she then proceeded to wrap her arms around them and pull them into a tight hug. Mizuki froze in their place because of how astonished they were, they never thought of such outcome, not just did Ena not give the type of reaction they thought they were going to get, not just did she sound genuinely concerned, but she was also apologizing for not knowing better?? They never even dared to try dreaming of this yet here it is being actual reality.

Slowly, Mizuki started to wrap their arms around Ena, and they could feel tears forming in their eyes as well, they kept it inside for so long yet they couldn’t bring themselves to say a word out of fear of their past repeating itself again, they didn’t want to lose yet another person they want to stay with.

“No… please don’t say that to yourself it isn’t your fault in the slightest… Please don’t cry…”

“How the hell am I supposed to NOT cry?? Seeing you in pain hurts me and this time and this time it affected you physically and *sob* and to make matters even worse I couldn’t help you because of how oblivious I am…”

“Ena please… It’s my fault for being such a coward and not saying anything… I don’t want to see you cry because of me…”

Ena’s expression turned to a determined one, with tears still in her eyes, her nose still red, and her cheeks still puffy. She cupped Mizuki’s cheeks with both her hands and wiped the tears with her thumbs and said

“Mizuki, don’t say this about yourself. You are not a coward for not telling me about your struggles, l know it can be hard to open up to someone, no matter who that someone is. But whenever you feel like you’re struggling again and are close to doing this to yourself, come to me instead okay? You don’t have to force yourself to tell me you’re so close to doing it, just come to me and start the conversation like you normally do. Please.”

This was Mizuki’s last straw. Before they knew it they started sobbing uncontrollably with Ena having a firm, right grip on them. They were feeling so many emotions, they were keeping it inside for so long, they were so scared of Ena leaving them because of this secret of theirs they deemed “ugly and filthy” , they were in so much pain, they had so much on their mind, and most importantly, they were happy the what-it’s in their mind didn’t come true.

They were happy Ena didn’t reject this part of them. They want to stay with her as long as they can, even if their time together isn’t meant to last much longer, they hope it is.

Note: i am not implying that sh scars are something scary in ena’s reaction, the reason i wrote her reaction that way is because i wanted to interpret that she’s horrified because it’s happening to Mizuki. I hope you understand i meant no harm in the way i wrote her reaction, i struggle with sh myself.

[jerzwriter]

High Score

Book: Open Heart (Prequel - Casey's Medical School Years)

Pairing: F!MC (Casey MacTavish) x F!OC (Jessica Phillips)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mentions of homophobia including a slur

Words: 1,545

Summary: Casey and her girlfriend Jessica are both busy med school students with conflicting schedules, and they're both eagerly looking forward to sharing lunch at "their" diner. One idiot nearly derails their plans, but the women won't let him win.

A/N: This is based on a real event from my past, and the game really was called "King Kong." The picture in the header, however, is Donkey Kong because there are no pictures of the cheap knockoff out there! lol Participating in @choicesjunechallenge - romance, love, Pride Month, @choicespride and @choicesficwriterscreations pride bingo

“Fuck!” Jessica groaned.

She swore she’d pay attention. There was no way she was missing her stop this time. With competing hectic schedules, Jessica hadn’t seen Casey in nearly a week, and, except for this lunch date, they wouldn’t see each other again until the weekend. So she was not wasting five precious minutes of their time because she missed her bus stop. But in the end, she did.

Pressing the buzzer frantically, she grabbed the books that caused this whole mess and darted to the front of the bus, barely waiting for it to come to a full stop before jumping off. She walked frantically down the street and shook her head when she saw her reflection in the diner’s window. Quickly slicking back the errant red locks that had slipped out of her ponytail in the mele and applying lip gloss before entering. But it was for naught. Casey was already smirking in her direction as she walked in. She nudged a vanilla shake toward Jessica’s seat just before she leaned over the table for a quick kiss. 

“Glad to see you’re right on time,” Casey teased.

“Hey, it’s just five minutes!” Jessica protested; looking at her watch, she corrected herself. “No, it’s four minutes. If I hadn’t put on lip gloss for you, I could have shaved off 30 seconds! But I wanted to be pretty for you.”

Casey’s eyes crinkled as she giggled. “Oh please, you’re beautiful without a stitch of makeup. And I’m not naïve – you just tidied up out there in an attempt to conceal that you missed the bus stop… again.”

Jessica’s shoulders dropped in defeat, and she reached across the table, lacing her fingers with Casey’s.

“I was studying for my biostats exam. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Casey grinned a smile so warm Jessica was instantly at ease. “I get that more than anyone. But far be it for me not to tease you.”

The waitress arrived and placed two cheeseburgers with sweet potato fries before the two women.

“You ordered for me?” Jess asked.

“I didn’t mean to be presumptuous, but you order the same thing every time we come here. And, if you wanted something else, I figured I’d just wrap your food and take it home for dinner.”

“Oh,” Jess winked as she stuck a fry in her mouth. “What are you, rich now?”

“Yes, I’m loaded in cheeseburger and fry money,” Casey laughed. “I just figured I’d get the ball rolling. I know you – you’ll need to play that damn Donkey Kong knockoff in the back before we leave, and forgive me for wanting maybe 10 minutes of makeout time with my girlfriend before we have to go our separate ways.”

“It’s called King Kong, and yes. I do have to play. Need to ensure I still occupy all top ten spots!”

“Afraid you don’t,” the waitress said while refilling their water glasses. “I noticed someone bumped you out of first this morning.”

“OUT OF FIRST!” Jess gasped. “Not even fifth or eighth, but first!”

“Wow, with how you’re grasping numbers, that biostat exam should be a cakewalk for you,” Casey snickered.

Jessica shot Casey a look and squeezed her hand tighter. “Well, you better finish that burger quickly if you want a makeout session! I have to knock that fucker down to at least third place.”

Casey couldn’t help but laugh; she already knew the makeout session wasn’t happening. Her girlfriend was obsessed with old arcade games from the 80s. That’s one of the reasons this was their favorite diner. But King Kong was where she excelled, and she proudly boasted that she always claimed at least eight of the top ten scores, and always the top three. She knew Jess well enough to know someone else being in first was unacceptable, and vengeance must be had.

“Who was it?” Jess demanded of the waitress. “Do you know who beat me?”

The waitress looked uneasily between Casey and Jessica before she let the name out. “Dirk. You know, that tall guy who….”

Jessica threw her napkin to the table. “Oh, I know Dirk.” She spat, jumping to her feet. “I’ll be right back.”

Casey asked the waitress to wrap their food, then quickly followed after her girlfriend. One thing Jessica loved about King Kong was having twelve characters next to each of her high scores. Each spot proudly proclaimed JESSLUVSCASE. But at the mention of Dirk’s name, both women knew this was about more than a high score.

The small dark room that housed the three games was empty this time of day, which was for the best; Casey’s heart sank at the sight of Jess hunched over the game when she entered. Jess’s face was red as she valiantly tried to hold back angry tears, though one or two had won their battle as they trailed down her cheeks. Casey peered over her girlfriend’s shoulder and let out a sigh, her suspicions confirmed. She looped her arms around Jessica’s waist.

“Don’t let it upset you. He wants it to upset you… to upset us… don’t let him win.”

“If he said me,” Jess’s voice trembled. “If he used my name and not yours, then I…”

Casey looked at the screen again… nine rows of JESSLUVSCASE topped by one CASEYISADYKE.

“Jess,” Casey whispered. “He’s a fucking moron. I mean, come on… he didn’t even get it right. I’m as femme as they come.”

That got a little laugh, but Jess was still crestfallen. “Do you think that asshole even knows the difference?”

“Nope. I don’t. But he’s an ignorant piece of shit, Jess, and I’m not letting him ruin the little time I have with you this week.”

Jess let out a breath and wiped away a tear. “I was planning on playing. So… you don’t mind if I play now… do you?”

Casey raised a brow at her girlfriend. “You’re going to play until you knock that off. Aren’t you?”

“You better fucking believe I am. I’m sorry, Casey, but if you want to make out, it will have to be right here, between games, because I’m not leaving until that shit’s gone.”

“As much as I appreciate you defending my honor, Jess, you don’t have to….”

“Can you run and get me quarters?” Jess interrupted.

“Jess, I said….”

“Casey! Quarters!”

“All right, then,” Casey saluted.

For the next hour, Casey made jokes about the dexterity of Jess’s wrists, quizzed her on carpel tunnel syndrome, teased it was a good thing she didn’t want to be a surgeon and more as Jessica focused on bumping Dirk and his bigotry off the board. A bright grin crossed her face as she entered JESSLUVSCASE one last time, then she fell back into a nearby stool. Casey moved toward her and took her hand.

“My hero,” she smiled. “You know, I appreciate it, but he could just come back and do it again tomorrow.”

“It took the fucker a year to get on the board. I doubt he’ll do it again easily… besides….” She stopped.

“Besides, what?”

“He’s in a lab across the hall from me today. And when I’m through threatening his ass, he won’t be so quick to do it again.”

Casey lifted her hand and caressed Jess’s tear-stained cheek. Offering a tender kiss before nuzzling her head on her shoulder.

“I’m a little amazed at you,” Jess said. “You’re taking this too well.”

Casey shrugged. “It’s not that I’m not upset… but I know Neanderthals like Dirk that will never change. Besides…” Casey grinned.

“Besides what?”

“I’m already fantasizing about the things I’m going to do to that sweet little car he’s always bragging about.”

“Casey MacTavish!” Jessica laughed. “As enticing as that is… I don’t want you to be charged with vandalism. That would be terrible for you when looking for a residency placement.”

“You’re assuming I’d be caught,” Casey winked. “You forget, I grew up in Philly. I know a thing or two.”

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid….”

“Like ever? That’s a tall order, Jess.”

Jess pulled Casey close in her arms. “I’m sorry we don’t have time for that makeout session. I know how much that means to you.”

“Means to me?” Casey gasped. “Geeze, I like to think it means something to you, too!”

“It does,” Jess laughed. “Come stay over with me tonight. Let me make it up to you.”

“But your roommate hates me,” Casey sighed. 

“She doesn’t hate you… she dislikes… everyone. Besides, fuck her.”

“Well, I’d rather fuck you, but….”

The two women laughed, and it warmed Casey’s heart to see Jess genuinely smile.

“Fine, I’ll endure Bertha the horrible, just for you….”

“You won’t even see her! But you’ll see me,” Jess smiled. “Casey, I’m so glad you’re part of my life.”

“And I’m glad you’re part of mine. Not everyone is willing to risk carpel tunnel syndrome a week before exams to defend my honor.”

“Well, if they’re unwilling to do that, they don’t deserve you!”

“Here,” Casey said, holding up the take-out bag. “It’s your lunch. Now, get your bus before you’re late for class.”

“Thank you. But I promise you, I won’t be late tonight. My place at 8:00?”  

“Nothing could keep me away.”

Tagging in reblog.

[cuttergauthier]

New Jersey Two

Jack Hughes x Female Reader

This is chapter Two of Four

Can read chapter one here

Warning: Ex, fluff, cursing, Non supportive parents? Let me know if i missed any.

This has been in my draft for a while, I finally finished it.

word count: 1.4k

let me know what you guys think🤍

I just got to my apartment, thankfully I was able to find a beautiful affordable apartment that was fully furnished. It was now 8 p.m. and I was starving so I decided to order some pizza, for how late it was the wait was still 45 minutes.

While I was waiting for my pizza to get here, I took a quick shower since I was just in a plane. I changed into some comfy grey sweatpants and a tight white long sleeve shirt. I threw my hair in a bun I was too exhausted to wash it tonight, so I’ll just do it tomorrow when I wake up.

Once I was ready the I heard a knock on the door, I opened the door I paid the delivery boy and closed the door.

I sat down on my couch and turned on the tv and started to eat. I put on my brother’s hockey game since Ottawa was playing Calgary tonight. They were leading 2-1 in the second period.

I continued watching the game until it was over. Ottawa won 3-1 so I texted my brother to tell him congrats. I threw away the trash and went to bed. I could worry about everything else tomorrow I was too exhausted to worry about anything else right now.

The next morning, I woke up refreshed so I jumped in the shower. Thankfully I still had another two week before class started, I wanted to make sure I could settle in and find my way around the city before I got busy with classes. Once I got out of the shower and got ready for the day, I looked on google to try and find a coffee place that was close since I got in late last night I didn’t have the chance to go get groceries.

I found a place that was only a five-minute walk so I grabbed my purse, jacket and keys and made my way to the coffee shop. I got myself a small breakfast and a cold brew before sitting down at the table next to the window.

New York was beautiful especially during winter, it was snowing today, and it was beautiful. I looked up nearby grocery stores, and once I was done eating, I made my way there, thankfully the grocery store was only 10 minutes from my apartment, so it wasn’t hard walking back.

Once I got back to my apartment, I unloaded my groceries and forgot that I needed to buy some utensils since I had none, I found a store, but it was a little further away, so I ordered an uber.

Thankfully it wasn’t a long drive, once we got to the store, I paid the uber and went inside to do a little shopping. I spend about an hour there before calling another uber to go home. I found everything I needed, I was finally adulting, when I was in Michigan my parents’ house was close enough to campus so I would just drove to campus when I had classes.

The day was coming to an end, so I made myself diner and facetime some family and friends for a while. Then I thought I should facetime Luke and tell him what I did today. Luke has always been like a little brother to me, he can be annoying, but I love him regardless.

“Hey sis, how was your first full day in New York?”

“pretty good, I went and bought groceries and then went to the store to buy some utensils so I could actually make myself some food” I said which made him laugh

“You’re getting old sis” he said which made me gasp

“shut up Luke, I’m only 2 years older than you” he was smiling

“I’m glad you’re happy”

“me too”

“you should really think about telling Jack, he’d be happy to see you”

“Luke…”

“I know you don’t want to see him, but he’s my brother and I know he misses you, he asks about you every time I talk to him”

“If I ever see him around I’ll talk to him, but I really don’t want to have to call him or text him to let him know I’m here”

“fine… I have to go it’s getting late and I’m exhausted, so good night I’ll talk to you later, love you”

“love you too lukey”

He was right it was getting late, so I went to bed happy for a successful first day in New York and excited for another one tomorrow.

Today I was going to go to time square and explore New York. I’ve always dreamed of living in New York and now I’m finally here.

I got ready for the day and ordered an uber. The uber driver got me to time square and I couldn’t believe how beautiful it was.

I thanked the driver before he left and I started exploring the city. I found some stores I loved and made my way inside, I might as well shop since I’m here.

I bought a few new pieces of clothing and I didn’t need but they were to cute not to buy, as I made my way out of the last store time square was already packed and I bumped into someone’s chest.

“Dude you really need to start watching where you’re going” some guy said laughing

“Nate shut up it’s not my fault” someone said, and I recognized his voice it was Jack.

I looked up and saw Jack I didn’t think I’d run into him especially in Time Square. He looked at me and I saw him freeze. He was with who I assume are some of his teammates.

“Jack you okay man” who I recognize as PK Subban, Jack snapped out of it making him look at PK then back at me.

“Y/n?” he said in disbelief

“Hey Jack… long time no see” I said shyly

“yeah, no kidding, what are you doing In New York?”

“We’ll let you guys talk, were going to go to Sunglass hut” another one of the guys said before they walked away.

“umm… you want to walk and we can catch up while we do so?” I ask nervously

I didn’t know if he would say yes, and I honestly didn’t know if I was hoping he’d say yes or if he’d say no.

“yeah that sounds good, I can catch up with the guys later.” He said with a small smile

“So what brings you to New York? Are you here with some friends for new years?” he asked curiously

“um… no i’m actually here alone… I finally convince my parents to let me move to New York so I could go to Columbia university.” I said smiling

His eyes widen with a smile making its way on his face.

“Really? That’s amazing you always wanted to go to Columbia” he said happily

“Yeah, I got them to agree so I transferred I got here 2 days ago, I’ve always wanted to live here so I thought I’d explore the city”

“I’m happy for you, it’s about time you follow your dreams. How come you didn’t tell me you were moving here?” he asked lowkey hurt

“honestly I don’t know, we haven’t seen each other in over a year, so I thought maybe you wouldn’t want to know… even though every told me to tell you” I replied

“Of course, I would have wanted to know. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. You were my girlfriend and best friend, I’ll I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy” he said which made me smile

I had missed him too; he was my person every time I had good news or bad news, he was the first person I wanted to tell. He’s been in my life since we born, there’s nothing I wouldn’t have done for him and him for me.

“I missed you too” I replied smiling

“Well now that we are close by we can catch up”

“definitely”

We kept walking and talking we stopped at a coffee shop, we sat down and talk for a little while before he got a call.

“I have to go, but you have my number use it” he said smiling

He gave me a hug before leaving. I finished my coffee before deciding it was time to go back to my apartment.

I went to bed happier than ever, I thought I’d be sad to see him again, but I couldn’t be happier.

[popculturebuffet]

James Earl Jones Memorial Halloween Special: Treehouse of Horror I Review! (Comission by WeirdKev27)

Happy Halloween all you happy people! I"m amped not just because I love spooky season: the decoratoins, the candy, the excuse to inject horror into my veins but that we get to talk about one of my faviorite shows. Despite the many, MANY simpsons refrences that grace this fair blog, largely thanks to the site frinkiac for making it easy to meme any simpsons refrence that ops into my dome, I don't cover the show itself often. A lot of it is simple: I just forget to and what retrospectives me or kev have had ideas for have never materialized. Still Kevin, my producer and frequent comissioner, found a perfect episode to cover for the perfect reason: last month legendary actor, voice actor and voice in general James Earl Jones sadly passed and while trying to think of something, Kev brought up how James is present in all three seconds of the first treehouse of horror.

It was a great prospect both to honor james, as he has a sizeable role in the second segment and is essentailly the star of the third as the narrator, and to explore an episode of simpsons I don't really watch. I didn't watch season 2 much to begin wtih as a kid, and don't really now, and didn't like the middle segment. Petty I know, it's the same reason I don't watch Treehouse of Horror IV as much as I should when I can just.. skip the middle segment and enjoy devil flanders and dracula burns. So it was a chance to explore a treehouse I really didnt' know that well and to honor a man who was a part of my childhood and adulthood and general seemed like a kind, resonable person. So in honor of james and to give this episode a fair shake, join me under the cut for some halloween fun with everyone's faviorite family.

We open with Marge warning everybody, a fun idea that works well and would get played with in later specials. The insperation for this one according to writer Al Jean was EC Comics, doing that sort of horror anthology thing tales of the crypt used to do in comics and would again.

The wraparound is a fun and simple one. I also miss them doing these as while I get why it stopped, to give the segments more times, they were a lot of fun, paticuarlly III's halloween party. This one has Bart telling scary stories to lisa in the treehouse, a fun little premise. Homer is listening in because he just finished trick or treating, none of which is suprising but is still entertaining. We'll come back to this at the end for now let's dive into the meat of this special

Soooo hot take.. this was my faviorite of the three segments. I love the raven and will gush about it later, but this was a very nice suprise, having a more rapid fire pace from the seasons to come compared to the rest of season 2 or even it's fellow segments.

This wasn't a huge shock when I found out who wrote it: John Swartzwelder, a singularly weird simpsons writer who smokes and who did all his writing in a diner booth and continued to even after smoking bands by purchasing one, who tends to shy away from the public, to the point they called him on a commentary track just to prove that yes, he exists.

Swartzwelder has written 59 episodes with heighlights including Bart the General, Two Cars in Every Garage and Three Eyes on Every Fish, Homer at the Bat, Whacking Day, Krusty Gets Kanclled, Homer the Vigilante, Itchy and Scratchyland, Homer the Great, Homer's Enemy, Attack of the 50 Foot Eyesores, Homer Vs the Eighteenth Amendment, and Homer's enemy among many others. While he did loose a bit of his sheen as he went on, it can't be denied his peak stuff is some of the series best and this is no exception.

The premise is simple: the simpsons take on the amityville horror, the film based on the book that used a real tragedy to make money. The Simpsons move into a spooky house, nearly murder each other and escape alive. Which isn't a guarantee with Treehouse of Horror NOW but seemed to be a requirement early on as the simpsons don't impliclity die till Treehouse of Horror V and don't die on screne till Treenhouse of Horror X.

It's mainly an excuse to just pack the things with joke after joke, all hitting: the moving man, played by james earl jones mutters under his breath he's glad the house will kill them. There's a random vortex in the kitchen that theyt hrow an orange into.. that throws back a piece of paper asking them to stop throwing garbage in that dimension. The walls bleeding barely bothers marge and Bart getting choked by a lamp has Homer asking how he'll explain his way out. It's just joke after great joke, with Harry Shearer doing a great job as the house which frequently bellows GET OUT. My second faviorite joke of this segment is when Marge decides indeed to get out, and the house puts the kids coats on them for them. Just a simple hilarous gag. I also like homer being bounced into the celing and trying to act like it's fine.

He does get them to stay overnight which leads to the creepiest part of the specail as a whole and a great bit of horror: the house convinces the rest of the family minus marge to kill each other. The expressions here are truly disturbing, and i'ts unsettling to see the simpsons all in a trance ready to murder each other.

Thankfully the humor right after not only deflates it, but is great: Marge is seen grabbing a knife like the rest of her family.. but is making a sandwitch, easily lectures them out of it then plans to leave spouting the awesome quote I choose to use as the image. I'ts just such a marge thing to brush off something this horrid like it's some new conflict in the family.

The simpsons soon find the old racist trope of the house being built on a native burial ground.. which is a thorny concepts for sure, but this is an old enough episode to get away with it and I like homer angrily calling his realtor only to find out the guy mentioned it 5 or 6 times. The house tries to give a meancing speech.. only for marge to angrily tell it off, a bit I love, from Julie Kavner's delivery to how it works. She demands it either leave them alone or live with them in peace.... it chooses to collapse on itself after shooing them outside instead. Aw well can'jt please everyone. Just several minutes of great jokes with some great horror sprinkled in.

Not a fan of this one. It IS better than I remembered as it packs in some good jokes. That's courtsey of writers Jay Kogan and Wally Woodarsky, who while having a slow start, finished their run on the show with classics Bart's Friend Falls in Love, Treehouse of Horror III and Last Exit to Sprinfield

The premise is a riff on the Twilight Zone Classic , To Serve Man. For those of you who don't know what the Twilight Zone is, you just made me feel very old, but it was a classic Science Fiction anthology series, running the gamut of genres and often falling into horror. The simpsons would go to the twilight zone a LOT for Treehouse of Horror: They'd riff on at least one episode a year for the first four treehouses and would still return to the well on occasions. The simpsons has parodied A Good Life (Bart's Nightmare), Living Doll (Clown Without Pity), Nightmare at 20,000 Feet (Terror at 5 1/2 Feet) , Little Girl Lost (Homer^3), and finally A Kind of Stopwatch (Stop the World I Want to Goof Off). As the show went on they drifted into parodying horror films more as Twilgiht Zone faded, but I miss it and hope they do one again some day or as a special since their now doing Treehouse of Horror Presents.

At any rate it's a pretty basic parody: Kang and Kodos in their first apperance kidnap the simpsons along with Sorak the Preparer, played by JEJ, and have them eat a lot, making vauge hints they'll eat the simpsons and droolling a lot. There's a gag or two I love: the ufo they abduct the simpsons in having to put out an extra beam to pick up homer, tilting to the side otherwise, the aliens admitting to having thousands of channels except hbo "That costs extra", and the aliens defensifiness when how primitive pong is is brought upop "Raise your hand if your capable of intergalactic travel". I love bart sticking up his hand and homer slapping it down. Good stuff.

Most of it though.. is eh. The twist is that. .they aren't trying ot eat them and are hurt Lisa assumes it with the book being how to cook FOR humans. Then how to cook FORTY humans, then how to cook for FORTY humans. I love Sorek's hurt feelings and what not, but it's a pretty bland parody compared to Bad Dream House, which nailed it. It feels like a bland middle to two pretty dope piece sof bread. It has some good jokes nad gave us Kang and Kodos, so it's not without merit, but it's easily the weakest segment in an otherwise good episode.

For our finale Lisa reads Edgar Allen Poe's classic Poem the Raven. In the second best refrence to it the shows ever done

It's the breakout of the segments and while I prefer Bad Dream House and stand by that, The Raven is very close and a very creative flex. Matt Groening was nervous it'd come off too pretentious, but instead we get a great break from formula. The first two segments, while fun breaks from teh simpsons mostly grounded reality, at this point anyway, do feel lik ea standard episode that just happens to be about a murder house. The Raven.. is something entirley diffrent.

It's a mostly straight adaptation of the poem: James Earl Jones does an impressive and haunting reading of Poe's narrations, while Dan Castlenatea does an awesome job as homer, injecting some humor into it but reading moments like the main character lashing out at the raven and his sorrow with such convection. While we'd see plenty of range from homer as the show went on, this was an early indicatior of just what dan was capable of with the character.

The show also nicely breaks tension in places: Homer is literally reading a book of forgotten lore, Bart chimes in with his commentary, and there's some good physical gags. But the heart of it, a tale of greving, loss and ultimate death, as the narrator gets haunted by a raven (Played by bart naturally, with Lenore played in a painting by marge (with the nice gag of her hair extending into another painting and Lisa and Maggie playing Serapphim), i'ts a wonderful segment that is hilarous.. yet also heartwrenching and haunting. I haven't read the poem, but this segment makes me feel it, a haunting wonderful piece. James Earl Jones kills it with the utmost conviction in his reading, upping the intsnesity was we go and really getting into it. He did a marvelous job and apparently went the extra mile for his performance in the second segment by eating a cookie while recording to get the drool right. What a man

So we end the specail with the kids fine but homer scared and Marge refusin gto help him because.. I dunno she's a dick tonight. A great end to a fantastic start to a wonderful tradition. Thanks for reading.. and james wherever you are up there... thank you.

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

When We Bleed We Bleed The Same - Alternate Storyline Crumbs!

Chapter 3

So, the poll very clearly showed that y'all wanted some CRUMBS!! 🍞

And who am I to withhold those? Did I only post chapter 3 today? Yes. Should I maybe wait bc engagement or whatever? Pro-👏-bab-👏-ly. I'm not tho :)

So there's like.... 4 or 5 different drafts of chapter 3 out there??? Idk, it was a tough one to write, but from the feedback I've gotten, I'd have to assume that the draft that ended up in the story was a good one. Here's one that I cut!

no warnings apply, other than that I did not really,, read through this, so if there are any errors... whoops (pls remember that this is a draft and not a finished work. it is not complete, it will not read as complete. this is my writing unrefined and unedited, it will not be up to the same standard.)

When they entered Satine's apartment the Duchess went straight for the back office, saying she had to prepare to address the Senate tomorrow.

Dread arose in Nevaeh when she realised that'd mean she'd have to hang around the apartment with Rex for the rest of the day. It wasn't that she didn't like the Captain, not at all. If anything Nevaeh was already impressed with him. He had fought well on the Corunet and clearly knew how to be a good CO.

But she knew he was upset with her, and she knew he had good reason to be. She also knew he wouldn't want to hear her explanations, so she kept them to herself.

Making for the kitchen, she grabbed some water out of the fridge and began looking through the cabinets. There wasn't a whole lot in there, but she did find what looked like a takeout menu. Seeing the aurabesh writing she turned to the Captain, only to find him staring out the window. Looking at the rain? Not likely.

"There's a balcony in the bedroom," she said.

He turned. "What?" his voice sounded static through his helmet and she wished he'd just take it off. This was the second day they were spending together and she still hadn't seen his face.

"There's a balcony in the bedroom," she repeated gesturing to the door. "Figured you were wondering about alternate escape routes in case the door was blocked. You can easily jump to the next building over from the bedroom balcony."

"You can," he asked, walking over to the kitchen, "or I can?"

His question initially confused her, unsure what he was referring to. The room filled with silence and Nevaeh swore the only reason why she figured it out so quick was the tangible awkwardness. "Oh...," she began, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "In case of emergency a force user or non force user alike could make the jump."

"Good to know," he said, turning around once again.

"Do you read aurabesh?" she blurted out, regretting it right away.

"What?" he asked, turning to her. His visor shimmered in the dim light filtering through the window. She spotted the jaig eyes on his helmet and wondered what he had done to earn them. Not that she'd ever ask. Though she might ask him to take that helmet off eventually.

She cleared her throat. "Never mind, I'll just go ask Satine."

She grabbed the menu and stepped around him, toward the office, but his voice stopped her again.

"You can't read aurabesh?"

"Never needed to," she said with a smile. She knocked on Satine's door and waited to be let in, leaving the door open intentionally. Satine nodded towards it, but she shook her head.

They discussed the menu for a while and Nevaeh turned around to call the Captain over, asking if he'd also want something to eat. Eventually Nevaeh called the diner with their order and once she hung up again, she began questioning Satine about what she was working on, making sure to stick to Mando'a.

With the Captain now in earshot, she had a theory to test. So she began asking about what Satine was writing and when her speech seemed more aggressive than necessary, she questioned her friend.

Turns out that someone in the Senate had played a holo recording of a dear friend of Satine's, making it sound as though Republic involvement was necessary as soon as possible. Not believing that to be the truth, Satine reached out to one of her contacts who said he had the full, unaltered recording and was now on his way to Coruscant.

"Intresting. Let me handle that for you," Nevaeh said, switching back to basic, side-eyeing the Captain with feigned nervousness.

When she walked back out of the office she shut the door behind her, in an effort to give Satine some privacy. She walked past Rex again, waiting for a reaction. It didn't take long.

"What... was that about, Sir?" he asked, far too cautiously.

"Oh, nothing important," she responded, picking up her water again. Holding the bottle out to him she asked, "Want some too?"

"I'll be fine, Sir, thank you," he waved her off.

She turned around to grab another bottle from the fridge anyway. Her back was turned to him, but she was acutely aware of all his movements. The feelings rolling off him were tense, full of focus and intensety. She wasn't surprised.

"Your discussion did seem to... have some significance," he started again, circling back, like she predicted. She held out the water to him but he didn't take it, "I'm really fine, thank you, Sir."

Nevaeh smiled, stepping closer, getting into his personal space. "The discussion didn't concern you. And I really just want you to drink the water so I can finally see your face."

She felt how her words shocked him, wondering why his reaction was so palpable. Had no one ever asked to see his face before? Or had too many people asked, seeing as he was a clone and was it considered rude by this point? Nevaeh had always been blunt though and she really did want to know what he looked like. She'd seen pictures of Jango Fett, but she'd never seen a real clone of him without the helmet.

Slowly, he reached up and removed his helmet. He set it aside to grab the water from her hands, but he didn't even bother opening the bottle.

Her father had once told her that saying the first thing that comes to mind wasn't always the best idea. Most days Nevaeh followed that advice to the letter. Today wasn't most days.

"I thought Jango had black hair?"

"Uhh, yeah, he did," Rex said, his voice sounding a lot smoother without first running through a helmet speaker.

[ohheyjudesummers]

What We Yearn For (Original fic)- Prologue

Summary

It was a mistake. That much is evident to Brielle once the man she attempts to commit to both cheats on her and helps put her in a situation she must deal with alone. and she's content with that. So for the life of her, she can't fathom why her boss's young, wild, and free nephew, Milan, keeps inserting himself into her life at every corner. However, she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the extra ray of sunlight he brought into her life.

But perhaps she's flying too close to the sun.

"I hate him so much sometimes, Brielle! "I know it’s a bad thing to say, but I can’t help it at this point." The girl blurted out at me, giving her tearful hazel eyes the most furious of rubs.

Maybe this is what I get for not minding the business that pays me. Although I do feel like I owe her since she put me on to an inexpensive diner around here that has decent prices for great food portions, in my current place in life where my appetite could seem endless, that was a gold mine.

Maybe I could put up with whatever was going on here for a little while longer.

"Hannah, I know you're going through something, but if you want to talk, you know I'm here, right? There's no need to hold whatever it is in or anything." I tell her.

Hannah and I were not, in fact, friends. We simply worked together, and sometimes that was enough for me to get my fill of interacting with her. She wasn't the worst person in the world, but she could be a bit dramatic and egocentric at times. As a result, it was difficult for me to connect with her on a deep level or even find common ground. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes she was good to talk to on a superficial level. And at work, she was a much better social butterfly with customers than I was.

At the very least, she was.

Whenever it tends to come to my coworkers' personal affairs, I try to keep my mouth shut; it's my method of respecting boundaries. However, on occasion, I’d hear Hannah bubbling about a guy she'd been talking to. She always walked with an extra pep in her step and seemed eager to start work. But lately I noticed a decline in her mood—it seemed erratic and tense. Her attention always seemed to be elsewhere. particularly at her phone. At the sound of a notification, she’d make a beeline for it, only for her shoulders to slump when she got to the screen.

Today was slightly unique. Just a little bit.

It was the end of our day, and as I was putting items away, she had been organizing our scheduled deliveries—until something on her phone prompted her to stop. She hurried to the backroom, but I didn't make a quick motion to follow.

It's not your problem, Brielle.

You have your own issues to deal with.

She'll be just fine.

These were things I told myself as the seconds ticked by while I was out in front. I even tried to distract myself by finishing up the organizing tasks she’d been doing on our computer. Until I noticed that Hannah failed to mention or acknowledge the delivery of a freestyle bouquet that was actually due a little over thirty minutes ago. I typically don’t mind putting together freestyles when requested. But I generally prefer it in advance.

I quietly squeezed the bridge of my nose and counted backward from ten while breathing.

I had only a few more short days before I took a little time off. I wouldn't have to deal with Hannah's condition for a while. In the meantime, I needed to maintain my rationality and make sure my work days passed as smoothly as possible. And what played a major part of that was the emotional state of my co-workers. This issue that was going on with Hannah was influential enough to plague her performance at this point, and I saw on our schedule that I was paired with her at least once more before my break. And I could not have her like this with me.

Hannah, I really mean it. "If you need to blow off some steam, I promise not to judge."

Even if I did judge, I'm sure that God would give me the most bewildered look.

As dramatic as Hannah's story might very well seem, I didn't have a pedestal to stand on when it related to dating men. It wasn't like I was in a secure and meaningful relationship—not that I needed to be in one. This past year, I've learned my lesson and acknowledged the fact that I'm not built for that type of relationship. I wouldn't mind being alone. especially if it meant not making the same mistakes as Hannah did.

"I'm keen on the idea of this guy. I figured the feeling was mutual, but he's not putting in any effort. I'm at a loss." Her voice is muffled, and her face is buried in her hands as she speaks. Her shoulders rattle as she sobs before ultimately bringing her face, flushed with an angry red hue, up to view. "At one point while we were hanging out, he even said he liked having me around!" I've been messaging him for weeks to consider inviting him out. and he's just now actually replying to me, and you know what he says?"

The sudden pause causes my eyes to shift.

Oh, it’s not a rhetorical question, is it?

"No, what did he actually say?"

"To be safe, and that he doesn't think we’re going to be able to hang out again in the future." And then he addressed me as Hailey. Her face twisted at the name. "I think the name was a typo or something, but I’m more concerned at how he doesn’t even explain why he doesn't want to hang out! Men are such pigs!" She abruptly rises from her seat. "I can’t stand them! They’re the absolute worst, you know?"

Oh yeah, we can definitely agree on that.

Men were like baskets to me at this point. And, as untrustworthy as those baskets could be, civilization or customs tended to encourage people to put their eggs in them when it came to partnerships. My former wild way of living in the past isn't the issue either; even relationships blessed by religion could be doomed. I can identify at least three texts inside the Bible that either are hostile to women or tell of mind-boggling occurrences where women tumbled at the hands of a man.

I tried to be open-minded and play with the idea of monogamy, and yet I immediately learned how terrible it was as both a concept and an actuality. To me, there wasn't anything particularly wrong with how I lived or what I did with men. But I'm sure it wasn't my stepmother's expectation when she made me read the Bible anytime, she felt I needed a reminder on how to act when I became rebellious. Well, maybe she did accomplish something; hearing the viciousness of her voice on repeat as a child has actually persisted into my adult life. My inner self isn't really my favorite place to lose myself in.

So, there was a reason I felt a little lost when given the responsibility of comforting Hannah; I didn't even know how to comfort myself.

Even so, I felt it was important to search my brain for something. I didn't want to make things any more unpleasant than they were already.

"Hannah, I know people letting you down can hurt incredibly, but maybe you could use this moment to focus on yourself? You know, treating and spoiling yourself with attention instead of wasting it on some guy who won’t communicate? "You'll find another man eventually, I’m sure."

At this point, Hannah’s back slowly straightens. Silence fills the room as she sniffles and tucks a lock of her russet-brown hair behind her ear.

"I’d be lying if I said I felt completely better. But I suppose you’re right. I was just so thrown off! He came and went so suddenly. "But I guess some men are like that." She sighs, standing from her seat.

While I know it might take a while for me to fully get over this guy, there is some relief in seeing her stop crying.

Whoever he is, he must have enough influence to put a girl like Hannah in this condition.

While Hannah wasn't like me, who was slow to label relationships but didn't seem to mind having some innocent fun, she didn't have a problem flirting with men. especially the ones who passed through the flower shop. From what I overheard, she took great care of them. Still, with her teasing nature that snagged her a few heart-struck favorites, I don't think any of them held her attention. It may have been a game for her, which I felt was fine because nobody got hurt.

But I believe she must have met her match with this man.

I just hope we don't run into him again anytime soon.

Speaking of time.

I cast a quick glance at the wall clock hung above the door.

It was thirty minutes past closing. The commute from here to my home wasn’t so bad. But I had to make that delivery of sunflowers and daisies to that customer, which would add to the stretch of time. My feet were already killing me, and I felt a mixture of tired and hungry, which was expected lately.

I got up from my seat.

I know she likely won’t get over him so easily, but I’m a little envious of her financial level of self-care.

My feet ache just remembering her mention of a spa. Admittedly, my aches weren’t as prominent as they were months ago, but they were still present. I'd read that they usually stop by now. However, logic tells me that everyone's condition affects them differently. But I knew this wouldn’t be forever. For now, I needed to focus on more important matters.

"You're going to be ok, right?" I inquired, as Hannah rummaged through the employee lockers.

"Eventually, I’m sure I will." Until then, though, I’m going to indulge myself in a lot of spa days after work. "And perhaps visiting that diner I told you about for some comfort carbs," she replies with a shrug. "I know we don’t talk much, but thanks for listening to me, Brielle." She waves, departing without so much as a second thought.

My gaze caught sight of myself in the full-body mirror we have in our locker room. I approach it slowly to examine my full front profile before turning to the side. Keeping my eyes on the mirror, I grab the hem of my oversized green sweater dress, lifting it just under my breast. My gaze was drawn to my protruding, round belly. Just as I planted a gentle hand on it, I felt a soft push against it from the little human who seemed to be extending his stay inside of me.

I had significantly more crucial things to think about than myself, and crying about it now was useless.

Authors note:

So this is one of my original stories that I've been writing and plan on doing a second part to it (But one at a time) I first plan on completing this at least by the end of this year. while I do have this on kindle (Which makes it easier for me to keep track of and respond to comments and for you to have an organized library of my writings to keep with you on the go when you want a little escape) the first three parts/chapters of all kindle vella stories are always free so I thought to post the first three parts on A03 and my tumblr. You can find the other unfinished and unedited earlier drafts of a couple of chapters to what we yearn for on my wattpad and my literotica account, but admittedly, they aren't as consistent and different (seeing at this is final draft and those were the former.)

I'm still planning on writing fan fic's though so stay tuned for that <3 thanks so much for hanging in there with me <3

[jay-notabird]

Haha I did a thing

Found files — a creepypasta-inspired story.

[A woman steps into the frame, only a chair and a brick wall behind her is present, and the whirring of the camera can be heard.]

My name is Lucinda Knowles 

I am 22 years old.

I have been living by myself for 4 years.

I am to finish college in a month.

My life is anything but easy.

I work a part-time job while still going to college,

Plus I have to be extra careful.

There is a murderer in our town, and people

Believe he stalks women.

If I stop updating he found me.

[The footage abruptly stops, going to the next tape.]

My name is Lucinda Knowles

My favourite candies are Werthers Originals.

I only take streets with more than four people on them,

I never take alleyways.

I always make sure to change my schedule.

One night I go straight home, the next I go to eat.

I always make sure to change up the path I take,

The mart I shop at,

And the restaurant which I dine in.

I never stay out past 9:30

And I always lock all doors.

I have a feeling this won’t stop him,

He’s watching me I know it.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he is watching

Me right now.

[Tape 3 starts to play, revealing the room has changed. We now see a bed, light gleaming from a window on the left and two doors on her right.]

My name is Lucinda Diana Knowles.

I live in a small studio apartment on Nare's street.

Yesterday while I was walking I saw him.

He seems to be hanging around my college.

He’s not as frightening as I imagined,

Though I only saw him for a fraction of a second.

He seems to be wearing a type of mask,

And a blue hoodie.

I’m not sure what he wants, he ran off.

[Tape 4 plays, revealing the same girl holding her graduation plack, a big smile on her face.]

My name is Lucinda Knowles.

I graduated last week.

I majored in English with a master’s degree.

There has been no sign of the man lately,

I think he has finally left to terrorise a new town.

Hopefully, I’ll update you soon.

[Tape 5 plays, this time we see the girl turning on the camera before sitting in her bed, a tv plays in the background before she turns it off with the remote]

My name is Lucinda Knowles.

I check the news every day after work.

Today I turned on the news

To some, well– bad news.

He’s back, and even closer than before.

He is now near my work.

I think he knows, but I can’t be sure.

I- I’m scared, I have a real bad feeling

About thi–

[A knocking is heard and the girl turns her head quickly, standing up and briefly apologizing to the camera. There is a pause and nothing is heard but the shut of a door.]

[Footsteps approach, seemingly going behind the camera, before the tape ends.]

[Tape 6, the camera turns on to see a different room. The girl sits on a chair with her hands tied, tears streaming down her tired face.]

[The girl looks frightened for a second, staring at something outside of the camera’s view.]

M-my name is Lucinda Diana Aea Knowles,

I go by Luci for sh-short.

I am 22 years old,

I have a master's degree in English.

I work at M-Marcy’s Diner,

And I live on Nare’s street.

I check the news every day after work.

I constantly change my schedule.

A-and I was still caught.

My favourite candies a-are Werther’s Originals,

And I play volleyball in my spare time.

[There is a pause, the girl looking behind the camera.]

P-please I don’t want to do this.

[A man steps into view and holds up a scalpel, pointing at the girl.]

N-no! Okay, okay, I’ll do it.

I– If anyone finds these, I’m already dead. 

Don’t come looking for me.

[sparkle-d]

untouchable

pairing: daniel ricciardo x you

tags: friends to lovers; unrequited love; mutual pining

warnings: drinking, mature, swearing, sexting

words: 16541

summary:

“I bet I can make you fall in love with me.”

“Well, I bet I can make you fall in love with me first.”

They say after drinking a bottle of tequila.

you can also read it here!

hope you enjoy it <3

Your friendship with Daniel has always been like a ticking bomb, ready to explode any time. Since the first day you met, things were very intense and… fiery. Apart from that little detail, you were inseparable, even when Daniel broke his arm and needed to stay at the hospital for the night, you stayed and slept beside him in the bed. And you totally hate hospitals.

But what really made things hard for the outsiders to handle your friendship was that both of you are very, very competitive, always wanting to do better and be better. Alex says it’s a healthy thing, to push yourself to the limit and try to be a better person. Pierre is the one that hates it with all of his guts, he always thought you would end up killing each other one day.

When the bets started, things got even worse.

The first bet in all those years of friendship started when you were just thirteen years old, when both of you were still in the school’s soccer team. It was a summer afternoon, when Daniel had his first real and official match as a team and you, being the great best friend you were, went there to watch and support him. After winning it, the coach took the team to eat pizza in a small diner near the soccer field where the match had been held.

The pizza was so good you said aloud “I bet I could eat a whole pizza alone.” Daniel peered you with the corner of his eyes, watching a string of cheese get stuck in your chin. Daniel pointed with his fingers where you should clean your face.

“I bet I could eat a whole pizza plus an extra slice. Alone.” Daniel voiced, his eyes piercing you, which just raised one of your eyebrows.

“With peppers and pineapple?” Daniel aggressively nodded at your words.

Daniel could fulfill his bet and actually ate more than a whole pizza alone, with all the peppers and pineapple. But that led him to stay in the hospital for an entire day with an upset stomach. He won the bet anyways, so it gave him some confidence, even if you laughed his ass off while Daniel was throwing up his guts during the night.

The second time it happened, it was some months later and, this time, you were the one to start the bet. You were in football practice, just some days away from an important game for both teams. You caught yourself thinking about Daniel’s long legs. They were so lean he could run ten laps around the field in minutes. At that time, you still had short legs, making it difficult for you to run as fast as Daniel.

“I bet I can finish ten laps faster than you.” You started to stretch your legs and noticed a grin around Daniel’s lips.

“You know I’m always up to beat you up in a bet.” And he fully smiled at you.

You snorted “I’ve been practicing my time. It’s way closer to yours than you might think it is.” Daniel shrugged, not really buying your improvement in running.

You and Daniel got set up and started the laps. Daniel was so fast in the beginning, but you did indeed improve your running and could beat him up so easily. Daniel felt bitter about it later. After you finished, you were feeling glorious about you winning and he needed to put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

“It doesn’t matter if you win or not, we aren’t from the athlete’s team anyways. We play soccer.” You rolled his eyes at your words “Let’s upgrade this bet a little.”

“I’m listening.” You said.

“Who scores the most during our next game wins.” You know Daniel is better at scoring, that’s why he’s the forward of the team. Daniel seems pleased with the bet, but it would be too easy for you to not even try hard and accept your loss. There’s no point in winning something if you don’t have a regard for it in the end “And the loser has to shave all of their head.”

You thought twice about the bet. You’ve never even thought about cutting your hair short, imagine shaving it. You were not even sure your parents would allow something like that, but you agreed, excited with your newest bet.

The next monday, Daniel appeared at school with his head shaved.

At some point, Pierre started to get worried with your competitive asses and tried to stop it. It wasn’t healthy at all in his opinion, especially when you started to grow up and you weren’t from the soccer team anymore, so the bets started to get serious.

Like when you were sixteen and you bet who could stack more books on the foot while upside down. It became a school’s event, everyone stopped to watch you two struggle while all of the blood in your bodies was flowing to your heads.

After ten books on each, you fainted, causing the whole school to freak out, especially Pierre who almost started crying when you were still unconscious.

You had to give your Percy Jackson collection to Daniel after losing that bet.

After the fainting event, you stopped with the bets for some years, until you were in their last year of high school and you decided you needed to shake things up once more “I bet you to go to the school’s radio during the class break, take the mic and scream ‘ HULAHOOPOHOOPIN ’ .”

“Just HULAHOOPOHOOPIN ?” Daniel asked.

“Yeah, you’re right, scratch that. I bet you to go to the school’s radio during the class break, take the mic and scream ‘ HULAHOOPOHOOPIN, I’m Daniel Ricciardo from 3-C and I have two penises ’ .”

Daniel never felt so betrayed by himself before for encouraging you to do worse with him.

The next day a girl came and asked him what two penises could do. 

°°°

In university, the bets started to involve alcohol too, leading things to a whole different and dangerous level. But since Pierre was always around you two, nothing deathly happened, just Daniel in the ER taking glucose shots in his vein after drinking a whole bottle and a half of vodka alone. Plus some other things - but you like to forget that part - and label Daniel as a ‘ light weight ’, in your opinion.

“It’s been a while since the last time we bet something.” You say, leaning against the kitchen’s counter of Charles’ house. Daniel is opening the second bottle of tequila for you, since you two have been drinking alone in the kitchen while everyone else is playing some card game in the living room.

“Sometimes you forget that our last bet led me to break up with my girlfriend, so yeah, we stopped with the bets for real.” Daniel says it in a bitter tone with a grimace in his face. He remembers your bet with him: who could run the longest naked around the campus without getting caught by the security. You never actually went running naked, you were in your bikinis, only Daniel did indeed get fully naked.

Daniel’s ex-girlfriend didn’t like it, everyone seeing his boyfriend’s hot body naked and talking about it for the rest of the year.

“She was a coward. Everyone, even the ones that aren’t close to you, know that you have a six pack anyways.” Daniel drinks another shot of tequila and glances at you. He looks totally drunk, his eyes almost shut and a corny smile on his lips.

“You just say that because no one said anything about your body.” Daniel knows that gets on your fragile spot, because you always want attention and praise, but no one really cared about you when your best friend Daniel was showing off his nice butt around. Which was odd because Daniel thinks you have a really good body, maybe not as muscular as Daniel’s, but still, nice thighs and curves.

“Yeah, because I’m a girl and it wouldn’t be nice to comment on my body around campus.” You roll your eyes “And I didn’t even go past my dorm’s door.”

“Yeah, sure.” Daniel chuckles “Oh, some of them remembered the two penises thing. Turns out I only have one, sadly.”

Daniel does the face he always does when he’s being sarcastic and you hate it, because you’re the sarcastic one in your friendship and what’s the point of being sarcastic if you’re going to give it away with your expression? “I thought people would let it die in high school.”

“They were really interested in my two penises, you know.” You punch Daniel’s arm, but he doesn’t feel a thing because his body is already numb and you are not that strong “Even with only one penis, I may be more interesting than you.”

You gasp “I have my charms too, Daniel. I’m hard to get, but a bunch of people are interested in me, for your information.”

And Daniel wheezes.

“I bet they are.”

“What do you mean by that?” You hiss and squint your eyes in Daniel’s direction. Daniel says all sorts of things when he’s drunk, but he’s playing with a side of your insecurities that is really sensible.

“I mean that it’s hard for you to make people fall for you. You always look so mighty and when someone tries to get closer to you, you always push them away.” Daniel shrugs, as if what he’s saying is nothing, but it gets deep in you.

Daniel is your best friend, but still he doesn’t know how to deal with your feelings most of the time, maybe because you never show what you’re truly feeling in your core.

“They fall for me, you’re just not around.” You say, trying not to sound as pathetic as you feel.

“Yeah? Could you name them for me then?” Daniel takes another shot.

“I could if I cared about them, but I don’t so…” That could fool Daniel, especially when drunk. You can be really cold when you want to and Daniel knows it.

“Not a single name from the people that technically fell in love with you? A one night stand, maybe? Nothing?” Daniel continues to try to get something from you, but it only makes you more and more nervous with your conversation “That’s bullshit, just assume people don’t have interest in you because you’re not that appealing and that’s okay, you don’t need to be a lady killer or whatever.”

That’s easy to say when you’re literally the heartthrob from campus , you think.

Even if you have your reasons for not being tempting in others eyes, you can’t just say it in front of Daniel like it means nothing to you. Daniel is too drunk and wouldn’t understand your reasons anyways.

Your mind is foggy with all the alcohol you drank with Daniel. The second bottle is almost empty already, the liquor disappearing faster than you imagined. You think of something Daniel would say if this conversation was the opposite, if you were the one accusing Daniel of being untouchable and impersonal. Daniel would get at the main point of the conversation and use it in his favor, so you do the same.

“I bet I can make you fall in love with me, Daniel.” You hiccup, glaring in Daniel’s direction. The latter grins because he knows what you are doing. Trying to scare him . But Daniel isn’t the type to bolt away from your bets and panic with it, he’s the one to embrace them and make you regret betting with him in the first place. It was always like this.

“Well, I bet I can make you fall in love with me first, cupcake.”

The mood completely changes in between you, because as Daniel says those words, you lick your lips and smirks, reaching for the bottle next to Daniel. You could blame everything in the booze you drank so you did close the gap between you and Daniel, touching the latter’s chest with your fingers.

You obviously never flirted with Daniel before, your friendship never got that intimate, but Daniel can feel that you are already trying to make a move in his direction. You’re too close, with your expression showing anything, but innocence and Daniel takes a deep breath, because you are serious about whatever you were just talking about seconds ago.

“Deal.” You whisper next to Daniel’s ears.

Maybe Daniel is the type to panic a little, just a bit.

°°°

“Jesus fucking christ, calm down.” Alex rolls his eyes, sitting in your bed. He watches you pacing around in your room, panicking with every little cell in your body. You are close to having a breakdown “Can’t you just quit the bet?”

“Alexander, I love you, but do I look like a quitter to you?” You let a hand go through your  hair, messing it a little bit, trying to think of a way to get out of the bet without sounding like you’re chickening out, which you totally are “W-What if he touches me, Alex? Like, intimately touches me. I would probably have a heart attack.”

“I still can’t believe you started this bet about who falls in love with who first,” Alex sighs, pulling a strand of his hair out of his sight “when you’re already in love with the person.”

“I WAS DRUNK.” You snort because you don't want to believe you actually did that. Daniel would win the bet, he already did actually, and plus he will get to know about your feelings, you’ve been hiding them for so fucking long. It’s bullshit letting Daniel know about them now, after so many years “It’s your fault, actually. You started that crappy card game you know both me and Daniel hate, so we left to drink and that’s when things got out of control.”

“You started a bet out of your free will with your best friend, how is that MY fault?” 

“That’s not the main point here, Alex. I need to think of how I will conquer him and not give myself in with his first attempts. No… I can’t, I need to at least try to hold myself back from it.” You stop and stare at Alex “From where should I begin to try to seduce him? I need a plan.”

“Okay, let’s see. He’s your best friend, so you should know what he likes and what makes him hot… at least the basics. Focus on those things and it’ll be a complete success.” Alex says it like it’s the easiest thing to do.

Maybe he’s a maneater and knows how to steal others' hearts with a snap of his finger, but you don't have much background to work with. People are always trying to win him over, not the other way around.

“Uhm… Daniel likes touching, things like grabbing his thigh during meals and cuddling, but he’s also really into sexting, I guess?” You start thinking about everything you know from your best friend “I don’t know if I can be this risky with him. Not like this, as his friend.”

Alex blinks twice “I honestly don’t wanna know how you know the sexting part, but you have your plan here. Grab him whenever you can and cuddle with him before going to sleep. Also text him like you normally would, but put something spicy in it. Like… invite him for dinner! In my apartment, so he won’t suspect anything.”

You laugh, out of nervousness “What should I do? Be clingy with him the whole night? You know he’s trying to win this too, right? If I do something like that, I might be the one enjoying it more than him.”

“I don’t know. You’ll figure it out once you’re doing it.” Again, you snort. You want to tell Alex it’s useless trying anything, but don't want to sound like your friend isn’t helping you at all “Let’s not panic and think about solutions to your plan.”

“Ok, I’m going to invite him for dinner in your apartment. Play it simple, some slight touches and some flirting…” You say, holding your hands.

Maybe Daniel is right and you have no idea how to do these things, not even how you should make someone pay attention to you. You’re useless when the main point is love life and things related to it.

“Maybe… try kissing him at the end of the night? Oh, Pierre would have a heart attack if he saw it happening.” Alex laughs and gets up from the bed.

Your group of friends consists of your friend’s from the football team. You’ve known each other since kids, they would indeed find it weird if you and Daniel became more than friends. None of them ever thought of you in a different way than everyone’s beloved friend. You don’t want to mess up that too.

“Alex, jesus fucking christ, if I kiss him I might, I don’t know, melt right there in front of him. I already told you, I don’t want him to notice I like him.” You roll your eyes, feeling your heart start racing only by thinking about kissing Daniel.

“Look, I can’t help you with a lot of tips because things like this come easily to me, but I can help with something else. Give me your phone.” Alex says.

You raise an eyebrow, thinking if you should really give your cellphone to Alex. You couldn’t invite Daniel for this kind of dinner alone, you’re sure of it, and Alex might really help. So you hand the phone. Alex gives a giggle and starts typing, making some pauses to think, and going back to it again.

“So, what are you doing?” Alex does a dramatic last touch on the screen and gives it back to you, with a small grin around his lips.

You read the message on your phone.

mybuttercup said: hey, so we’re having dinner tonight at Alex’s. at 8pm.

mybuttercup said: bring that wine i like ;)

And immediately Daniel replies.

danirik said: ok… but which wine you’re talking about tho?

“This is what you call spicy? I could’ve done better alone.” You feel frustrated after reading the simple texts and Alex just shrugs “But that’s enough, he’ll never guess this is a trap for me to seduce him.”

“I’ll invite Pierre and the boys too, so it won’t be too awkward for me while you two are flirting.” You sit in your bed for a moment, your mind spinning with how much you need to think now “We should eat pizza.”

You nod because you don't really mind that much what the menu will be for the night, you need to organize his thoughts about what you intend to do with Daniel. You need to prove to Daniel that you’re playing seriously and you can make Daniel feel the slightest of attraction towards him. You need to prove that to yourself too, or else, everything Daniel said to you will be one hundred percent true, and you hate that you’re not lovable. You need to think people actually fall for you.

The first thing you come to a conclusion, is that the grabbing thigh under table is a must.

°°°

“Use your best cologne, she likes men that smell good.” Pierre yells when Daniel comes out of the bathroom “And let your curls down, she likes it too.”

Sometimes Daniel thinks Pierre is your best friend and not him, but it’s just that there are things that you won’t speak about with Daniel. Like your love life, or sex life, or whatever. You just mention the basics, a date with a girl you met in the bar or that you kissed a cute freshman from Daniel’s history class in a party. No details, rarely names, or if you think you’ll have a future with this lover or not. It’s very impersonal like everything you do in your life.

But with Pierre, you normally say all the little details and answer every question Pierre does, even the personal ones. Daniel can feel a small sting of jealousy, bothering him every time he thinks about the matter, every time he remembers that he is your second option sometimes, while you are always his first.

Daniel decides to dress the way he always does when he wants to get someone’s attention: black t-shirt and skinny jeans. Once you said he looked hot in a suit, but laughed it off some seconds later, saying you preferred the normal shirt and jeans look better, so Daniel kept that in mind since then.

“Do you have any idea of how you’ll win this?” Pierre enters the room, holding his shoes in his hands “Like, okay, you can look hot for her, but she saw you naked already so many times, that won’t change much? You need to think about how to win her heart, not only make her horny.”

“Her being horny would be enough… I mean, she could fall in love with me because of her hormones and my-”

“This is not the way to go, I think.” Pierre starts, totally cutting Daniel “It’s hard to get into her core, you should try something tender. Show her you’re really intending to make her fall in love with you, that you’re the love of her life, not just a sexual attraction.” Pierre finishes putting his shoes on and looks at Daniel “She can have anyone’s body and you know it. You need to be different and conquer her heart.”

Daniel thinks through about what Pierre said and maybe his friend is right. You had countless relationships, but none of them were really that important to you; the moment you broke up with the person, you wouldn’t care about them anymore. Daniel can’t aim for something like that, he needs to go somewhere no one tried to go before and bloom your deepest feelings.

He already knows what to do. Even if you run to Pierre’s direction sometimes, Daniel is still your best friend and he knows you better than anyone else.

“I should make a list of the things I should do to try to win her.” Daniel speaks more to himself than to Pierre, already plotting how to put everything in practice.

°°°

“Can we eat already?” Max asks, whining because he’s hungry and everyone is doing whatever, but gathering at the table to eat “The pizza will get cold.”

“We’re coming.” George screams from somewhere in the balcony, where he’s waiting for Alex to enter too “Max, go upstairs and tell our beloved friend to come eat, she’s been hiding in Alex’s room the entire night.”

Max rolls his eyes because he doesn’t want to move from his seat, he’s ready to dig into a big plate of pizza and drink a whole mug of beer in one sip. Charles gives him a look, the one he always does when Max is being stubborn about something, and Max just sighs “I’m going, okay?”

Charles smirks at him and Max gets up off his chair, heading to Alex’s room.

Everyone is in the living room, so when Max is in front of Alex’s room’s door, it’s pretty silent compared to the rest of his friend’s house. When he opens the room’s door, he finds a worried you inside, totally panicking over something, with one hand in your waist and the other on your forehead, trying to figure something out.

Max lets out a giggle, because the view is funny. You are always composed and hardly show any bad feelings, you always look happy and confident.

Max never saw you like that.

“What’s happening?” Max asks, entering the room. You seem to not notice Max until the moment he speaks, so you look surprised with the boy there, watching you “Something’s wrong? You’ve been in this room the whole night.”

“I was just trying to figure something out…” You say with a low voice, more tense than ever. And then something pops in your mind “Actually, Max, I have something to ask you.”

“Sure, shoot it.” Max says.

“Remember when Daniel had a crush on you in...”

“Middle school. Yeah, terrifying.” Max grimaces at the memory of Daniel being all kinds of cringe with him and eventually giving up because Max didn’t give two fucks about him “What about it?”

“I was wondering if you’ve ever done something to him to, you know, make him like you.” 

Max stops for a moment and tries to remember something that triggered Daniel’s feelings for him. They were from the soccer team and you broke your little finger, so you couldn't show up in the practices for a while.

Daniel was lost in the first few days, especially because him and you were almost the same person, always stuck together. One day after training, Max went home with Daniel because he looked lonely and sad, and that’s when everything started.

“I spoke with him about you while walking home, he said you broke your finger because you two were betting who could punch the wall harder and you won.” Max shrugs, because he didn’t do anything special for Daniel to feel that way about him, he just did “I told him to take care of you and after that day he was always around me wanting to spend some time together.”

“So he likes to just… talk? Uh…” That didn’t help much because you already did that with Daniel. All the time. 

Max nods, not thinking too deep about Daniel’s feelings “I guess…? Daniel is a pretty quiet guy sometimes, but he likes to be listened to.”

You look at your friend, wondering if you should thank for what he said or keep it like that because you don’t want to speak about the bet with Max, or mention it to him at all “He’s been distant to me lately, so I was wondering what I should do.”

That makes zero sense in your head, asking about how Daniel started to have feelings for Max and then telling him it’s because you’re going through a phase in your friendship. But Max seems to not bother it too much.

“Communication is an essential thing in friendship, I would say.” Max shrugs. “Anyways, I came here because the pizza is ready, we should go downstairs to eat.” Max isn’t the type to listen to others, or give advice, or anything that implies in giving too much of his time, but you seem troubled and friends are supposed to help, right?

“Yeah, we should.” You take your last deep breath and follow Max in the hallways.

°°°

Daniel is there as expected, of course, you invited him. Actually, Alex did, but Daniel didn’t know about that. You notice Daniel did the thing with his hair that you said one hundred times that you loved. That made it more difficult for you to not show any kind of confused feelings you have for your friend, but you were used to hiding it, you’ve been hiding for years now. 

“Hey, I haven’t seen you all night.” Daniel is the first to notice you’re in the room. He comes for a hug and makes it last more than it usually does. You can smell Daniel’s perfume and feel the soft skin in the nape of his neck. 

For a moment, you forget Daniel is playing his game too and trying to win against you, because there’s nothing to win there. You already like him. But Daniel seems to be trying to do all the things you like, and that pleases you more than you thought it would.

“University stuff.” You smile when you get away from each other. Everyone is already sitting at the table and there’s two spots left, one for you and the one next to it for Daniel “History of Art can be really exhausting when your teacher thinks you only study their subject.”

Daniel chuckles and sits in one of the chairs, next to Alex. You sit in the remaining one, George by your side. You feel relieved because if George saw your hand running around Daniel’s thighs he wouldn’t make a scene out of it, like Lando and Charles would. They would make everyone look at you and Daniel, and point at your faces, claiming you were almost fucking under the table while your friends were there, eating.

George would find it normal, just bros being bros. 

Things are going smoothly as ever and everything is leading to a success for you.

You start to eat, but you can’t even finish your first slide of pizza out of anxiety. There’s always the option that Daniel will hate it, especially because you’re with friends around them. You need to be seductive, and also do it in a way you’re sure Daniel will like it.

“There’s something I have to ask you.” You whisper in Daniel’s ears, when you notice everyone is too distracted with Pierre’s story of how he lost his car in a parking lot next to the University, to care for what you’re whispering in Daniel’s ears.

“What?” Daniel answers, just some inches away from you. You normally speak like that, close to each other, so you don't have to cope with your proximity.

“I was wondering, what’s the final prize of our bet?” You whisper again, speaking slowly in the last words of the sentence. And when Daniel turns to face you, you slide your left hand in the corner of Daniel’s thigh.

Daniel tenses up, you can feel it under your fingers. All the muscles are stiffened up and you continue your trail until you’re fully grabbing Daniel like you’ve planned to since the beginning “A prize?” Daniel breaths out, trying not to catch your friend’s attention.

“There’s no point in a bet, if there’s no prize in the end.” Your fingers almost reach Daniel’s groin area, but come back to massage Daniel’s thigh. It seems to be working because Daniel takes a little longer to even think about what is happening “Like that time when I bought you lunch for a whole month.”

You want to touch more, to really make Daniel horny and bothered in the middle of your friends, but you need time. It would be no fun if Daniel gave away so easily, it’s not only an arousal you are looking for. So you stay in a safe area, running your fingers up and down, sometimes doing circles in some areas. Daniel doesn’t even move under your touch.

“I don’t know.” He whispers back, staring right into your eyes “If I win the bet, your love and heart is the best prize I could ask for.” And you freeze, because Daniel says that like he means it. As if your affection was the only thing he was aiming to get out of that craziness you called a bet “Or maybe a car, I need one.”

You brush off any thoughts of Daniel really meaning what he said, because he ruined it just seconds later. You smirk, letting your hand run freely in the inner part of Daniel’s thigh, discovering every inch of it “I’m being serious.”

Daniel breathes in again, glancing to see if any of your friends noticed what is happening there. They seem to be used to you and Daniel having your own conversations like this, in your own world “The prize is that the loser needs to do one thing the winner wants.” He glances at your hand on him, and looks back at you “Whatever the winner wants.” 

“Whatever the winner wants?” You repeat and Daniel nods “Deal.” 

Even if it wasn’t your intention to give Daniel a boner, you could see it slowly appearing through his jeans. You lick your lips thinking about if you should go near that part, maybe touch it with your fingers, but in that exact moment Pierre says loudly.

“We need another bottle of wine.” And you hear it despite your intimate moment with Daniel.

“Daniel can go get a new one in the kitchen for us.” You say with a smile on your face.

You take your hand off from Daniel’s body, feeling the skin of your palm feverish after touching Daniel like that, so different from what you’re used to. Daniel looks confused and mostly embarrassed because if he stands up, everyone will see what is happening inside his pants.

“Daniel?” Pierre calls after no answer from Daniel, not a single muscle moving “Will you go get the wine or…?”

“Sure.” He says, starting to cover his crotch with his hands, but you stop him from getting up.

“I’ll go.” You say, holding Daniel down in his place. Daniel looks disoriented with everything that is happening in such a small span of time. You groping him in an unsafe way during dinner with your friends and then trying to sabotage him in front of everyone… but not really.

“Thanks.” He smiles softly at you and you give a smile back to him.

danirik said: next time you do something like that

danirik said: please don’t leave me hanging like that

danirik said: i almost got blue balls from whatever you were trying to do today

mybuttercup said: nice :)

After the first time during the dinner, you start to feel more confident with your actions. Not because you’re over the fact you’re, finally, hitting on Daniel for real, but because you saw Daniel’s reaction to it.

In all those years of friendship, you always kept your feelings a secret from Daniel, not even showing the slightest attraction towards your friend. You never even thought about Daniel actually reacting positively if you ever tried anything. In your head, Daniel would turn you down in every scenario. But in reality, Daniel is showing way more attraction towards you, than you towards Daniel

Maybe you have a chance of winning this thing after all. Daniel hasn't won this one yet.

“I think we should put some rules in this bet.” Daniel puts his plate on the table where you are sitting to eat your lunch during break “Or things can go bad really easily.”

“Aren’t you taking this too seriously?” You ask, trying to be the calmest ever. You are the one being too serious about winning it “It’s just a bet, we had countless of them.”

“But with this one, now I feel like you will slide your hand inside my pants during class someday.” You look up to see Daniel glaring at you. After the event during dinner, Daniel stormed down with you, and you just laughed in his face (and found Daniel’s angry side really hot). Daniel admitted he liked the massage, but the situation was awful, especially that not all of your friends were fully aware about the bet they were in “Or I don’t know, do something as dangerous as that with me.”

You grin, “Okay, you’re right, we should put some boundaries in this.” Daniel feels relieved that you agreed with it “We could’ve made Pierre’s life so much easier by putting rules in the bets since the beginning.”

“It wouldn’t be as funny as it was.” Daniel says, almost grinning at his own comment, but shaking his head and getting back to the serious subject “But this one is a different case. So, the first rule is: nothing during classes or around friends. No teasing, rubbing, massaging, or groping. The crotch area is completely out of limits in these cases too.”

“So, public stuff is allowed, just in class and with friends that it’s forbidden?” And Daniel can feel your foot touching his leg underneath from the other side of the table.

“Yes.” Daniel just answers. You go up with your foot a little, but stop in Daniel’s knee. You could use that move in a better situation, you think “Aside from these two things, everything is allowed.”

Daniel smirks and for the nth time, you regret starting that bet in the first place, because there’s no way you’ll handle whatever Daniel have in mind to do with you.

°°°

It’s test season and you are stuck in the library the whole day. You saw the morning, afternoon and night students pass by the library and leave. Now, almost too late for anyone to be there, there’s only you, a student in the computer and the library lady in the place. Oh, and Daniel is sleeping on his chair on the other side of your table, right in front of you. He stayed the whole day with you, helping you study History of Music for your test.

But now he’s sleeping, his eyelids not fully closed and you could hear a soft snore coming from his mouth. Daniel’s arms are his pillow and his hair is falling over his face. You have seen Daniel sleep a zillion times before; since you were six years old you would throw sleepover parties with your friends, or just sleep in each other’s house once in a while. But every time you remember Daniel has this habit of sighing while sleeping, you get reminded of why asleep Daniel is the most adorable thing in the world.

The library woman looks at you and points at the clock, showing that they’re about to close and you should leave. You stare at Daniel, thinking about how you should wake him up. You really don't want to do it, because you know Daniel is tired and probably needs all the sleep he can get, but there’s no other option than waking him up.

Maybe leave him in the library, but that’s not really an option at all either.

You wonder what he’s dreaming about, because he looks so calm and peaceful, and Daniel is normally an agitated sleeper. You remember all the kicks Daniel gave you whenever they shared a bed together. It’s rare to see him still for so long while sleeping.

Daniel sighs, moving his head slightly on his arm. You feel your chest tight, squeezing your heart inside of it. If Daniel knew he didn’t have to do anything to conquer your heart, how would his reaction be? You thought about it a lot. Would he still be there in the library with you?

You always wanted to tell the truth to Daniel, to speak your mind and explain to him how much you’re attracted to him; it’s almost absurd the way you feel towards your best friend.

For a couple of years, it was torture every minute of your life.

You are still Daniel’s best friend and that means seeing him naked or changing his clothes in front of you at least once a month, touching Daniel. Feeling like electricity is running through your body, but having to hold it back; cuddling with Daniel but not being allowed to go too far. But what hurt you the most over the years was Daniel talking about his significant others. And Daniel had a lot of them. And the worse one out of all of them: Max. 

Daniel never confessed a thing to you or Max, not even Pierre, but everyone knew it. The way Daniel looked at the boy made super obvious that he had a crush on Max. It was as if he was mesmerized by seeing such a beautiful creature in front of his eyes. You don't take Max’s credits in the story, he’s pretty handsome and anyone with two eyes and a little bit of patience would fall in love with him too.

“I like his eyes.” Daniel would say to you, with a dumb smile in his lips. You normally would just roll your eyes and Daniel would still go on about Max for the rest of the day.

It’s been a while since Daniel hadn’t had anyone in his love life and you feel relieved for it, but something it’s fishy because Daniel is the type of person to always have someone by his side. He needs affection all the time.

“Hey, wake up.” You whisper into Daniel’s ear, trying to wake him up.

Daniel hums something you can’t understand and squeezes his eyes. When he opens it and sees you so close to him, he almost jumps out of his chair. There’s no one around, so it’s alright to make some noise and have some reaction. You just giggle.

“We need to go, they’re closing the library.” Daniel rubs his eyes with the back of his hand.

“How long have I been sleeping?” Daniel’s voice is still warming up, so it cracks a little in the middle of the words.

“A couple of hours maybe?” Daniel’s eyes go wide and you laugh again “It’s okay, I know you’re tired from all the race training.”

“But I said I would make you company.” He says it more to himself than to you.

“I guess your plan didn’t go as you expected?” You grin, because you know Daniel spent the whole day there because of the bet. Daniel would do something like that for you on a daily basis, but he surely thought it would be a nice move to try something with you. Make you melt with his tender action of spending the whole day watching you study. You already melt for him all the time anyways, so there’s no difference between “We should go.”

Daniel nods, packing his things inside his bag and getting up, ready to leave.

Outside the building, you can feel shivers running around your body because it’s much chillier than earlier. You hug yourself, trying to keep yourself warm, but there’s not much you can do when you’re wearing only a shirt and it’s freezing outside. At this time of the year, no one really expects to be this cold already, but you were naive to leave your house without a sweater.

“Here, take my jacket.” Daniel puts the jacket on your shoulders and covers you, rubbing his hands around your sides. When you are ready to protest, Daniel continues “You get sick too easily.”

You don't know if Daniel is really doing it because he cares about you or just because of the bet. You had repeated at least a hundred times to Daniel how much you love when people give you their hoodies or jackets, trying to protect you.

That’s the issue of betting something so intimate with your best friend, he knows everything about you, everything you like and how you like it.

The jacket smells like Daniel, citric and woody. So different from the floral perfume you use, but you like Daniel’s scent better. It’s warm and involving, wrapping around your body. You feel like you're more and more falling into Daniel’s trap, even if you thought things couldn’t get any worse for you.

Daniel surely is doing it for the bet, you don't doubt it for a minute.

Daniel watches you for a moment, stopping his hands and just contemplating your figure in front of him. He likes your eyes a lot. But Daniel likes a lot of things about you and that’s no secret. He’s always telling his best friend about it. He’s always praising your looks and your beautiful legs.

You always take Daniel’s compliments as jokes, or something normal between friends, but Daniel is serious about it. He always takes notes inside his head about your beauty and sense of humor, even when he doesn’t share it with you. Daniel really likes you as a whole.

“Is kissing allowed?” Daniel asks suddenly, then blinks twice and smiles at you “I mean, in our rules, we didn’t mention it, right?”

“No, we didn’t.” You say, bluntly.

“But if I want to, is it allowed?” By the distance in between you, he can easily kiss you if he wants to. You aren't sure if Daniel is asking you for consent to kiss you, or if he’s just asking if during the bet - as a whole - you can kiss at all.

In whatever scenario he means, you are panicking inside because the kissing thought crossed Daniel’s mind at that moment.

“No.” You say. Daniel tilts his head, backing off a little and taking his hands away from yourbody “We should add it to the list of rules. No kissing is allowed during the bet.”

“No kissing.” Daniel repeats.

You know that if you, by any chance, kiss Daniel, it’s over for you. While for Daniel, this is all fun, hormones and nothing more than a bet. You can’t risk any more things into this.

Your drunk self should fuck off , you think.

°°°

You are just laying down on the couch in your dorm, waiting for the delicious meal Alex is doing for you. Probably spicy noodles, with grilled chicken and cheese on top of it. It smells good and you forget about your problems for a moment, because you’re too hungry and can only think about that for a while.

Until your phone buzzes in your pocket and you see a message from Daniel popping on the screen.

danirik said: are you alone right now

mybuttercup said: kind of

mybuttercup said: alexie is in the kitchen doing dinner for us and i’m procrastinating in the couch

You see in the app that Daniel starts typing and then stops midway. He does it twice and then the message arrives.

danirik said: are you up to something

It’s kind of suspicious because Daniel is normally straightforward with what he wants, especially with you. But he’s not going to the main point of the conversation and you frown your eyebrows reading the message.

mybuttercup said: up to what exactly?

Again, Daniel takes a while to answer, but he does it. When you read the message on the screen of his phone, you jump from the couch, holding the phone tight with your fingers.

danirik said: idk i’m kinda horny right now

You can feel your heart pounding against your chest. It’s unreal how much it affected you. Daniel haven’t said anything in particular with that, but he could only mean one thing with that message – and it was directed towards you.

Alex shows up in the living room, holding a bowl in each hand. He studies you for a second and raises an eyebrow in his friend’s direction. You are patting to say the least, your face has this reddish tone all over it, especially in the cheeks and ears, and you’re almost hugging his phone.

“What is happening?” Alex asks a little concerned and you just shoves your cellphone in Alex’s face, showing your text chat with Daniel. Alex’s mouth forms a perfect ‘o’ when he reads the last message, putting the bowls on the living room’s table for a moment “He’s willing to sext you!”

You groan loudly, falling on the sofa and hiding your red face in a pillow “Is he really?”

Alex takes a while to understand what his friend said because you said the words against the pillow, but when he understands, he jumps on his friend’s side on the couch and makes you look him in the face.

“Of course! He wouldn’t tell you he’s horny out of nowhere like this, has he done it before?” You deny and Alex almost rolls his eyes at you “Do you want to do it too?”

“I don’t know, Alexie.” You murmur, trying to hide again but Alex stops you before doing it “I’ve never done this and it’s Daniel we’re talking about here. He might send photos!”

The phone buzzes again and both you and Alex look at it the fastest you can.

danirik said: is it against our rules

“What rules?” Alex asks, taking his bowl of noodles and starts eating.

“We’ve made rules for this bet, you know, to make things more civilized. But this isn’t in any of the rules, I should’ve thought of it first.” You are whining and Alex just sighs at his friend freaking out in front of him.

“This is your opportunity, sweetie. It won’t kill you to go with the flow and enjoy this a little.” Alex says.

Another message arrives.

danirik said: welp nvm then

Alex is the one yelping this time, almost pouring his dinner on their couch. He looks at you and you look like a scared kitten lost in the middle of the night. 

“Come on, I can help you.” Alex tries again, now thinking that if they wait for too long, Daniel will give up for real or think that he went too far in their friendship’s boundaries.

“This is personal, Alex! How will you help me?” You look at your phone again, reading the messages Daniel sent and taking a deep breath.

“I can help you with the beginning and then you just need to continue it as if it was in real life. Start with the foreplay, you know.” Alex slurps his noodles and continues “But first, answer Daniel and tell him you’re down to it.”

You unlock your phone, your fingers trembling a little as you start to type on the screen.

mybuttercup said: it’s not against rules I guess but im having dinner right now

mybuttercup said: if you can wait a little until im done and in my room…

mybuttercup said: ten minutes

And as soon as you send the message, Daniel replies.

danirik said: sure ;)

“Ok, you did well.” Alex says, reaching for your bowl and handing it to his friend “Now you need to eat while I tell you what you need to do here.”

“I don’t feel like eating right now…” You are hyperventilating with what you’re about to do.

“But you need to, also I made the noodles for you, so eat while I teach you the ways.” Alex waits until you take the first bite to continue, “First, it’ll start a little weird, especially if you’ve never done it before, it’s more like ‘what are you doing right now?’ and then you need to answer things in a sexy way. He’s already horny, so he’ll probably start things and you continue with whatever is happening.”

“And if I just don’t know what to answer?” You are still frightened, but now your only option is to do it or ignore Daniel for the rest of your lives.

“You’ll know. Remember that you can’t be ashamed of whatever you’re talking about with him, he’s your best friend and you probably said worse things to him than just a little sexting.” Alex pats your shoulder, giving you courage to do it. It seems like such a big thing and it’s only Daniel wanting to be naughty with his best friend “Ah, and have fun, of course.”

Alex seems more into this than you. He waits until you finish your noodles, takes your bowl and leaves to the kitchen. So now it’s your turn to go to your room and start that nonsense with Daniel.

mybuttercup said: im back

You close the door from your room, feeling your heart racing again. You’re anxious and can already feel your body warm. You lay on your bed, waiting for Daniel to show up. Will Daniel say explicit things to you? You’ve spoken about Daniel’s sex life before, but details weren’t mentioned. And even if you have already seen Daniel naked, you’ve never seen him naked with a boner. Only with clothes on, most of the time Daniel’s hand was covering it, so that’s a field you’ve never walked in before with your best friend.

There’s a chance photos won’t happen too, and you would be a bit thankful if they didn’t.

Maybe you can send one to Daniel, to surprise him.

danirik said: hey

danirik said: have you eaten?

mybuttercup said: yea, left alex alone in the kitchen so i could talk to you

Not that you would complain about not doing chores, but you know Alex let this time slide because you had business to finish.

You remember that Daniel doesn’t know that Alex is aware about what you’re going to do, and Daniel knows Alex as good as you do, so you continue.

mybuttercup said: he started to whine about me not helping but i said i have a headache and he let me leave

mybuttercup said: heh

danirik said: were you this excited to chat with me?

danirik said: even lying to alexie

mybuttercup said: i told you i would be back in ten minutes

mybuttercup said: and here i am

mybuttercup said: :)

You bite your lower lip and remember Alex’s tips, so you think a little and send another text, before Daniel can reply.

mybuttercup said: and what are you doing right now?

danirik said: spent the day on the couch only left for training

danirik said: now im on the couch and talking to you

danirik said: you?

mybuttercup said: laying in bed and talking to you

danirik said: you could be laying in bed WITH ME right now

danirik said: just sayin

mybuttercup said: could i? and what would we be doing then

mybuttercup said: you should’ve invited me earlier

You slap your face, feeling the embarrassment bubbling inside your body. You can feel the heat in your face growing and as the conversation starts to lead to the point where Daniel wants to, the more you feel hot inside your clothes.

danirik said: first i would cuddle you because you know how much i like it

danirik said: i like to have you in my arms

danirik said: especially because you smell so nice 

danirik said: it makes melt every time i feel your scent so close to me

danirik said: and other things not very pg13 i guess

mybuttercup said: kjdskjfn

mybuttercup said: what-

mybuttercup said: whta you mean

danirik said: that i like your perfume?

danirik said: and i think the skin in your neck is very smooth 

danirik said: very kissable

mybuttercup said: you know that i have a sensible neck 

mybuttercup said: i wouldn’t let you get any way closer to my neck. not even in your wildest dreams.

danirik said: You. you say this now 

danirik said: i would get closer to your neck and whisper something in your ear

danirik said: and make my way to your neck with my lips

danirik said: leaving soft pecks all over it until i decide to fully kiss it

The messages start to cause some reaction in your body aside from awkwardness, anxiety or embarrassment. You can almost feel Daniel getting close to your neck and kissing it, sending shivers through all of your body.

mybuttercup said: if you do this

mybuttercup said: i will kick you in the balls

After sending the messages, you notice what you did. That would be your answer if Daniel ever said something like that normally, but that wasn’t a normal conversation between you and your best friend. This wasn’t the time for you to say anything like that.

danirik said: Yo

danirik said: WHAT THE FUCK

danirik said: KSKFJGNB

mybuttercup said: sorry heh

mybuttercup said: i got carried away force of habit etc etc

mybuttercup said: you know what would really happen if you kissed my neck

mybuttercup said: and it wouldn’t be a kick in the balls…

danirik said: no i don’t?

danirik said: i’ve never kissed your neck before remember

danirik said: duh

You think about what to say for a second. You have something in mind. As you start writing it, you stop, erase it and sigh loudly. You can’t say that to Daniel, not like that.

No, you can’t.

But you have nothing to lose there. You can even use that to tease Daniel a little. Alex told you to have some fun, so you will.

mybuttercup said: as you kiss my neck

mybuttercup said: it’s so sensible and you will be so close to me

mybuttercup said: i might moan a little

mybuttercup said: very close to your ear

mybuttercup said: you know i’m not quiet at all

Daniel doesn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, but you can see that he’s online. Perhaps you went a little too far and now Daniel is awkward to answer something to you, but that was what Daniel was asking for, right? 

danirik said: then i would know i was doing the right thing

danirik said: and continue doing it 

danirik said: until i thought your neck received the care it deserves

danirik said: then lower my kisses

It’s like Daniel is there with you, and you truly wish your best friend was indeed there. You can almost sense the kisses tracing its path through your neck, to your collarbone and to your chest. Would Daniel do it in real life, or was it just a momentary thing? You couldn’t tell exactly the difference there.

Daniel seems good with this entire sexting thing, and of course he does, he’s a normal person after all. He has had girlfriends before and he probably played the same card on them too, just repeating things he already told someone else.

Does Daniel do this often?

That’s the question.

With plenty of different people? 

Probably.

Doesn’t he have someone better to do it, so he’s doing it with you? What does this have to do with the bet after all?

And even if you want to continue this and see where it goes, you’re also not feeling it anymore. You’ve never felt the slightest kind of jealousy over your best friend, but the thought of others having him entirely and you can’t even tell him your feelings, makes you feel pettiness for yourself. You’ll never be more than just a good friend, something like a sister, to Daniel and this thought breaks your heart more than anything.

Sometimes you think this is why you’ve never had anyone by your side, because the thought of the person not being Daniel makes everything too overwhelming to you, and it wouldn’t be fair.

danirik said: are you there

danirik said: i can see you online skjfn

danirik said: are you doing something without letting me know?

Yeah, just overthinking my situation again , you think.

You feel a heavy weight in your chest, as if you’re sinking to the ground. You don't want to talk to Daniel anymore, you just want to lay and be gloomy until you fall asleep. Until you stop thinking about Daniel kissing your neck, with his soft lips discovering every part of your collarbone and chest.

You need to stop.

mybuttercup said: i have to go sleep

mybuttercup said: sorry…

mybuttercup said: we can talk tomorrow

mybuttercup said: good night

danirik said: good night cupcake…

danirik said: tests are over!!!!

danirik said: we should do something

danirik said: i feel like I haven’t seen you in ages

mybuttercup said: my room or yours ;)

danirik said: mine ;)

You sigh after reading the message, because there’s no escape from Daniel if it’s just both of you together - and you’re pretty sure Daniel didn’t invite the others to his house. After a week of flirting all the time and touching in inappropriate places, you don't feel as scared as you did the first time. 

You feel freer to try things with Daniel, but you’re still trying his best to hold it back a little. Your feelings are still in the game and you can’t let them control you, not right now, not after so many years hiding them deep inside your heart. After the event that led you to avoid Daniel for some days, you’re trying really hard to hold everything in and keep things like they always were.

°°°

“Really?” Daniel says looking up at you. Daniel is studying for his tests and you are laying on the floor of his room playing games on your phone, looking through your social media feeds and doing whatever. You’re beyond bored, you had enough of watching Daniel reading that book about engineering over, and over again. So you decide to try something new “Sitting on my lap? While I’m studying?”

Daniel has a defeated look on his face, almost grinnin in your direction when you put your legs on each side of Daniel’s waist. At first, Daniel doesn’t know where to put his hands, he would normally put them on the thighs, maybe a little higher… But it’s you and he still doesn’t know how to act when things like this happen between you.

“You’ve been studying for several hours, you need to relax a little.” You smirk and grind with your hips, watching the normal face Daniel does whenever you touch him in the right places. It’s something similar to a pleasure expression, but when the person tries to hold it back and fails “I know it’s a big test, but you could take a little break.”

And you grind again.

It’s not like you wanted to have sex with Daniel. Actually, you wanted to, but not in this situation. You’ve been holding back all of the uncontrollable hormones inside of you for so long, you could wait a little longer. Also, you’re pretty sure nothing like that would actually ever happen between you, but if it did, you would want it to be special. Not you just messing around in Daniel’s room before a big test.

You just want to tease Daniel because it’s fun. Daniel is desperate and gets turned on easily, so you only need to do the bare minimum and Daniel is already crawling in your direction. It’s fun to see Daniel like that, especially because it’s a part of Daniel that you’ve never had the chance to see before.

“You’re right, a break should be fine.” Daniel almost bites his lower lip, but decides to grin at your direction instead.

You can feel Daniel spreading his legs under you, making your legs spread too, and grabs both of your butt cheeks with his strong hands. Daniel tightens his grip and makes you grind again, this time slower and deeper

He continues to guide what your body should do, with his fingers tight around your ass “Are we dry humping?” You smile because you like it, especially because Daniel is so down to it too.

“I don’t know, are we?”

“I think so.” You say in a soft whisper because you’re starting to feel things, and feeling whatever is happening with Daniel’s down parts too. 

It’s a new sensation, to be finally able to share a moment like this with Daniel. It’s totally different from when you were fourteen and decided to share a first kiss, just to see how it was to kiss someone. It was just a peck on the lips, but it was the most intimate moment you shared in years. 

It was different from your almost-sexting weeks ago, because now you are face-to-face. You can feel Daniel under you. It’s physical, tangible and hot. You don't need to imagine anything, because you’re living it.

For a moment, you stop and think about this situation. Daniel has no idea about your true intentions. Of course, Daniel was the one to start the intense grinding, but he doesn’t know you are actually taking advantage of everything. And you feel awful thinking about it in this way.

You put your hands over Daniel’s and the boy smiles, thinking you wanted to take control, but it’s the opposite, you wanted to end everything right there “I-I should probably go home… you have to study.”

Daniel looks like a lost puppy, eyes begging for at least an explanation from his best friend “You… Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry if I did, you don’t have to leave, you can stay.” 

“No, I really should go.” You brushed off any chance Daniel could get off making you stay. You grab your jacket on the floor and leave the room before Daniel could even get up from his chair.

While you’re walking home, you feel nauseous because you know you’re doing something wrong. It’s not fair with both of you, but you can’t think of a way out of this situation.

You decide to avoid Daniel for a whole week, until Daniel asks you to come over, so you do.

You still have to win the bet and being impersonal and avoiding Daniel isn’t the way to win him over. Daniel’s love language is physical and touches, so that’s your chance to make a move again.

Daniel would never resist your cuddles, you’re sure of it. 

When you arrive, Daniel is watching something and eating snacks on his couch. It’s the perfect mood for a cuddling session and you are glad Daniel’s brain always works in your favor.

You watch an episode of some series Daniel has been binge watching since early that day and in the middle of the second episode, you’re already tangled together. It was easier than you imagined, because all you had to do was lean against Daniel’s shoulder and Daniel did the rest. You’ve already cuddled before, especially when Daniel feels down and sad, he can be really clingy. But Daniel is being more… loving? If that’s the right word to use in that situation. 

You’re on the floor, you're sitting in the middle of Daniel’s legs. You gave up on the sofa because it was too small for both of you and you honestly hated that sofa since day one, it was too uncomfortable. 

You like this new cuddling more, because Daniel keeps kissing his neck and caressing your arms. There’s not much difference from when you used to cuddle when Daniel needed to, but you would normally just stay hug on the bed during the whole day. Now, Daniel is really cuddling you, not just waiting for you to comfort him. 

This time it looks like what Daniel would do with his love interest. You saw him doing it to many of them, and deep inside envied all of them. Daniel is romantic and his love can be really intense when he’s into someone. You've never thought you would experience this type of relationship with Daniel after so many years of crushing him. It always felt too far away from your reality, but now that you’re in it, you enjoy it.

“I need to ask something.” Daniel says, placing another round of kisses in your neck. And you don’t feel like punching him at all.

“What do you want to ask?” You are ticklish in your neck, but you don't mind if Daniel continues to kiss it for the rest of the day “It isn’t related to the episode we just watched, right? You always get distracted when we watch something and I always have to explain everything that happened in it to you. But this time it’ll be a little difficult, I already forgot how many times he went back in time.”

Daniel keeps quiet for a second and then says:

“No, it’s about us.” The way Daniel says ‘ us ’ makes you turn around and face him. Nothing good comes from Daniel using that type of tone and speaking about a relationship “It’s nothing serious, don’t worry.”

You gulp because maybe Daniel noticed you have a crush on him, and now he wants to claim that he won the bet and kick you out of his life “Okay, so what about us?”

“I was just wondering, this is weird, right?” Daniel scratches the back of his head, looking away from your eyes “We’re best friends and we never had something like this. I know all of this is because we made a bet and we’re trying to win this by seducing each other, but when this ends, what will happen? Are we friends with benefits now?”

“No, I think we’re still just friends.” You feel like throwing up, or maybe running away. You can still end the bet and things will go back to normal, but deep in your guts you want to continue this fantasy and have Daniel treating you like you’re in a relationship for a little longer. You’re selfish after all.

“So what will happen? The bet will end at some point.” Daniel sighs, a defeated sigh.

“In the end one of us will have fallen in love.” You shrug, trying to sound unbothered by the matter “And probably heartbroken too. It's a pity to fall in love with your best friend.”

Daniel keeps silent for a moment, making you even more nervous “We should add more rules into this bet, it’s still too abstract in my opinion and I get confused.”

“Okay, let’s solve this then.” You cross your legs and start to point out everything you’ve discussed about the bet “I said I can make you fall in love with me and you said you can make me fall in love with you first, that’s how the bet started, right?” Daniel nods “We can do everything to win this bet, BUT nothing during classes or when our friends are with us. And no kissing. This is a long-term bet, we have all the time we want and the winner can make the other do whatever they want as the prize. I don’t know what will happen next, Daniel, because I don’t know how our reactions will be if the other wins the bet. It’s crazy to bet on something like this because it involves feelings and all, but that’s what we agreed to do.”

Daniel thinks for a while and says “I want to add another rule.” You just nod at him “We need to know when and if the other falls in love, right? So the new rule is: confess your feelings the moment you realize you’re in love. No lying, just accept you lost the best.”

You freak out inside because you already know you’re in love with Daniel, but you’re not ready to confess it right away. You can’t just say in Daniel’s face that you’ve been in love with him for the past few years, even before the bet even started. You can’t say without it sounding bad; Daniel will feel betrayed and he’ll assume you started all of this to take advantage of him.

No, you can’t confess.

“Deal.” You say with a straight voice. You need to get out of this situation so you continue “You know Daniel, now that we figured everything out, I really want to know the end of this episode, so…” Daniel rolls his eyes and nods.

You sit like before, in your spot in between Daniel’s legs. Daniel hugs you and hides his face in the curve of his neck, holding you tight.

You have made your mind – he needs to forget about Daniel, quickly. For your own good.

°°°

It’s 4 a.m when Daniel’s phone starts ringing. He reaches for it on the bed table, and with his eyes almost shut he looks at the bright screen. ‘My buttercup’ is shining in it, so he picks it up right away.

“Cupcake?” He says with his husky voice, confused with the call.

“Daniel, can you come pick me up, please?”

°°°

“Our relationship labeled as friendship

I wonder if I’ll ever ruin it

I just hover around you as if I was lost”

You feel completely out of control, everything that happens is just a huge mess.

It’s something new in your life because you have always been in control of everything. If you knew the bet would make you feel this way, you would have never even started it. But now you’re here, in the middle of your friends for Daniel’s birthday.

You decided you would wait until Daniel’s birthday was gone to tell him about everything - you couldn’t ruin such a special date for your best friend with your bullshit. Once, Daniel told you his birthday was the best day on earth for him; he liked the attention and the gifts, that everything always works in his favor and he could eat all the cake he wanted to.

You can’t confess to him in such circumstances and ruin his birthday.

“Have you sent it already?” Alex whispers, eyeing everyone sitting around the table in Daniel’s apartment.

Charles is stuffing all the cake he can inside his mouth, while Max rolls his eyes and eats another slice of pizza; Max was more of a savory guy, so cake wasn’t that attractive to him.

George is holding a glass of wine, watching everyone with almost shut eyes. You knew he drank too much wine for a night and now is sleepy as hell. Daniel and Pierre are with birthday hats, drinking beer and eating all the snacks they can. Pierre would punch Daniel in the arm every time he stole a snack from Pierre’s bowl, leading him to pout, but laugh just a moment later.

Alex is dancing in the middle of the living room; he drank too much beer and is drunk too, so whenever he approaches you, you would feed Alex with something sweet, trying to sober up your friend.

“I don’t know about this, Alex.” You sigh, keeping your voice down, but with the loud music you’re sure no one would listen to your conversation “I mean, he already saw me naked before.”

Alex sits beside you and puts his hand on your shoulder, looking straight inside his eye “Being naked isn’t the only way to turn someone on, sweetie, and you know it.” Alex tsks because he feels like you’ve lost all of your flirting skills, that Alex knows they exist, when the only one you’re supposed to conquer is Daniel “Also, it’s a pretty picture, he’ll probably go nuts with it.”

“Did YOU go nuts with it?” You are grossed out by thinking that. Alex was almost like your brother, he couldn’t think of your body in that way.

“You disgust me, loser.” He grimaces “Anyways, do you want me to send it then?” 

“No, I’ve got this.” You shrug it off, holding your cellphone tight inside your fingers “Should I wait until we sing ‘Happy birthday’?” 

“Charles almost ate all of the cake, but yeah, you should send the photo after it.” Alex looks around, grins at you and then yells “Let’s sing ‘Happy Birthday’!”

You try not to look so surprised with the sudden suggestion because everyone is cheering and excited with the candles, it would look bad if you winced at Alex’s actions. Daniel would think it’s directed to him and it would be difficult for you to explain the situation to your best friend.

Daniel looks so happy and cheerful, you don’t want to take that away from him.

They put the candles on a fried chicken because the cake is already destroyed and Pierre is the one to start the Happy Birthday’s singing. You can’t breathe properly, but keep on singing, trying not to look suspicious to your friends. Daniel’s stare crosses with yours and for a moment you keep just looking at each other. Daniel looks so happy, like really happy, the wrinkles around his eyes are more prominent because of his smile. 

Everyone is cheering and yelling, but the first thing you do after they finish the ‘Happy Birthday’ part is unlock your phone and send Daniel your picture. It’s not a nude, because it would be too obvious - Daniel sent one to you last week and all you did was laugh because he saw him naked so many times it wasn’t a surprise at all to you. Even if your face turned bright red instantly, but you were alone, no one needs to know it.

You needed to go somewhere Daniel never reached. Something he thought you would never do in front of your best friend, with all the no romantic feelings in your relationship. Cuddling and neck kissing, but no romantic feelings. At least three dates a week, but no romantic feelings.

Everything is a hundred percent normal between best friends.

That’s how you imagined Daniel’s brain would think about everything that was happening between you in the last few weeks.

Alex is sure Daniel is already in love, you think he is crazy.

You two promised to tell whenever you fell in love.

“You never told him”, Alex said to you when you used that excuse, but it was different. You didn’t confess because it was a much deeper matter, not just because of the bet. If it was just the bet, you would’ve already confessed. Probably.

You can see Daniel take his phone from his pocket, a frown growing in his forehead while he looks at the screen of it. It takes him a moment to unlock the phone. He looks up in your direction and grins, probably knowing what that photo meant, and then unlocking the phone.

Daniel’s expression changes to completely astonished with a hint of dumbfoundedness in it. Maybe horror too.  Daniel glares at the photo for too long and that makes you uneasy because you wanted a reaction from him, anything at all.

Actually, you didn’t know what kind of reaction you wanted or expected, you’ve never experienced that with Daniel before and you also thought you broke the friends’ rule a second time. But again, it is just a photo.

Daniel looks up in your direction again, and he looks somewhat angry. Not as angry as when you broke his CD player, but the kind you can see his jaw clenching and his eyes narrow, studying you.

He goes back to the phone and takes a deep breath, his eyes search for you and he mouth-shouts “Bedroom” to you. You just tilt your head, not getting what he means, so Daniel does it again.

“My. Bedroom. Now.” 

You gulp because you feel like you’re going to get scolded.

Daniel looks beyond pissed, or maybe it’s just you increasing everything inside your head. You get up from your chair and see Daniel doing the same. Daniel puts his hands in his pocket and walks to the hall, so fast you lose his figure for a moment. You look back and your friends don’t seem to mind that you are living the small party. If they didn’t miss the birthday boy, they wouldn’t miss you as well.

The room’s door is opened, so you peek inside of it, trying to read the atmosphere before getting in. Daniel just looks like he’s about to explode, you can see his cheeks flushed a bright color of red.

You don't feel like Daniel would be physical with you, maybe scream at you? He looks more frustrated than anything. In any case, you should close the door after getting in, Daniel can be unpredictable sometimes.

When you enter the room, you do it in slow motion, saving some time before Daniel criticizes you for what you did. You close the door behind you, leaning your body against it, not wanting to get any closer to Daniel. Daniel looks at you, holding your stare for a couple of minutes, until he reaches for you. It’s not the reaction you expected at all, but Daniel goes at you, his stare so intense you could disintegrate right there, on his room’s floor.

“I know this is in the rules, but you broke one too, so…” Daniel speaks too fast, holding you with both his hands on the sides of your face. Your mind is swirling around him, ready to have a meltdown in that moment, right there. Daniel is so close there’s no other rule to break than the kissing one and that makes you lose it in the few seconds you had to think about what was happening “Actually, can I…”

Daniel doesn’t have to end his sentence because you are already kissing him, all the red signs starting to appear in your brain, telling you to stop it right away. But you don't and Daniel doesn’t too, he actually deepens the kiss and runs his hands from your face to the lower part of your back. Daniel tastes like beer and candy. It’s a bittersweet taste, but you don't mind because you’ve been waiting for this to happen for so long that everything seems perfect to you.

It’s not like you once imagined it, because it’s way sloppier and you never thought Daniel was the messy type of kisser. But there was a lot going on with you, all the hands running on your curves and tongues out of rhythm. You hold Daniel back and make the kiss slower, taking control over the kiss and Daniel follows you, biting your lip every now and then, tasting your flavors.

Daniel lets a groan escape his mouth, trying to reach for some air after several minutes of kissing.

Daniel is out of breath. He’s only pecking your lips, but not kissing you properly, just not wanting to let the moment end. He doesn’t close his eyes and you watch him in front of you, so vulnerable and tamed, you felt like you could ask for anything in that moment and Daniel would do it. Start a war, rob a bank, steal the sun or just confess your feelings… and Daniel would welcome those twisted thoughts and feelings you had for years about your best friend.

“Daniel…” You take a deep breath, ready to say something.

“I like you, cupcake.” Daniel blinks twice and shakes his head “We promised we would say something if we were sure and now… I am.”

“Did my photo in lingerie make you fall in love?” You try to laugh, but you’re sinking in your own mind, not knowing how to cope with what Daniel just said because now it would be weird to confess too.

You just won the bet.

“It wasn’t the photo.” Daniel lowers his voice as if he’s telling a secret to you “I just feel like I want you all the time and I kind of lost my control here because it wasn’t my intention to kiss you, but that’s not what I’m trying to say. I love you, cupcake. As a friend, of course, but maybe more than a friend too.”

You doze off, Daniel’s words echoing inside your brain. It’s not like you ever imagined things to go this way, not even a little bit. You always thought things would end up with you confessing and being rejected.

Daniel didn’t go as planned and just dumped you. No, he had to fall in love too.

You feel lost, weird and kind of happy. You still don't know how to react, you should probably confess too, Daniel would laugh and the bet would end up as a tie. But you say nothing, you just stare at Daniel’s direction, studying his rose cheeks and plump lips.

“I’m sorry, I went a little too far. We should go back to the party, they’ll notice we’ve been gone.” Daniel says, patting his best friend’s shoulder. You just nod, starting to open the door behind him.

You didn’t have the chance confess too. 

°°°

Daniel pulls the car and waits for you to come out of the house party and enter the car. Everyone looks wasted, some of them are laying down on the sidewalk, with friends helping them to at least survive.

Daniel can hear the loud music coming from inside the place, it’s a deep beat, but Daniel can’t really recognize which song it is because it sounds distorted from where he is. He can see you getting up from the sidewalk you were sitting on, near where Daniel parked, and walking to the car’s direction. Opening the door, closing it and putting the seat bell.

You don't say a thing, not even a hi to Daniel.

He smells like cigarettes, booze and sweat. Daniel is pretty sure he can see a beer stain in your jeans. You turn around to the window and keep watching the night sky, so silent it’s like you’re not even there. Daniel is confused because he’s sure something is up with you. You normally go to parties every weekend and never called Daniel to pick you up before. It’s so out of ordinary and weird, Daniel doesn’t know how to act, so he stops the car.

“It’s my prize, Daniel. I want you to give me a ride to my dorm.” You say.

You eye him, not fully looking at Daniel’s direction and go back to the window, looking in whatever direction, but Daniel’s “Did something happen? Can you tell me what?”

“Nothing.” You sigh.

“I’m serious, what happened?” Daniel didn’t buy the monotone you used with him, he knows you too well to be fooled by a simple ‘nothing’.

You gulp, turning in Daniel’s direction. Daniel is watching you with worried eyes, the same exact ones he uses when you are sick, or hurt. It’s as if Daniel can feel what you are feeling, but doesn’t understand it.

When you open your mouth to speak, you stop for a moment again, thinking, and start to cry.

Big and round tears fall from your eyes, washing your face with them. You try to brush them off, but every time a tear is pulled away, another one appears in its place. You cry so hard you can’t even breathe. Your head feels like it is about to explode and your chest is tight. You start sobbing and trying to say something to Daniel, but Daniel can’t understand a thing.

“T-They… they…” You try to continue, but nothing comes from it. 

Daniel doesn’t have a reaction at first. He normally doesn’t know what to do when people start crying, but what makes him more numb is that you hardly cry. He saw you crying maybe twice during all the years you’ve been friends. Of course, you whine and sometimes you let a tear or two fall, but cry like a baby like that, it’s something new.

With gentle fingers, Daniel reaches for your face and starts to caress your cheeks slowly. He wipes some tears and touches your hair, brushing it away from your forehead and face “Take a deep breath.”

You do what he says and take a deep breath, your restless hands rubbing your knees, trying to calm yourself down. Daniel continues to try to calm his best friend down, even if you spent the night there, trying to figure out what is really happening. Daniel can see some red spots around your neck and it makes his heart sink a little, not wanting to know the story behind the bruises. You slowly stop crying and breathe normally, but you don't look at Daniel’s direction, not even a single glance.

“I was hanging out with some friends, they were all drunk. We started talking about some people in our campus and they just told me about a rumor that goes around about me and… For a moment I-I thought about you and I started to panic and I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t mean to call you, but your number is the only one in my favorite’s list so I called you, but…”

You let some tears fall, wiping them quickly away from your face. Daniel doesn’t know what to say because he knows about the rumor, but he doesn’t want to believe you thought he would do something like that to his best friend “Why am I included in this?”

You wheeze at Daniel’s words “Daniel, there’s a rumor on campus about me. A very specific one about people trying to sleep with me in these three years and that’s why people call me the Ice Princess behind my back, and there’s a bet with the people around campus about who can take me to their beds and have sex with me, but you don’t see anything related to you in this?”

Daniel tries to control anything he’s feeling inside of him. He’s running his hands around his hair and looking redder and redder as he controls to not yell with you.

“Really? I’ve known you my whole life, but you think I would do something like this to you?” He puts his hands on the wheel of his car, trying to calm down a bit and waiting for you to say something.

“You’re popular and I don’t know, people thought it was funny.” Daniel looks like he’s about to burst “It’s just that everything fits so well, Daniel. Our bet, you getting closer to me in a way you’ve never done before and the thing at your birthday. The next step is obvious in my opinion.”

“Next step? What, me trying to have sex with you?” Daniel tries to sound as sarcastic as possible, or else you would believe this was his evil plan from the beginning “You forgot you were the one to start all of this? I was just drunk and went with your craziness.”

“So you didn’t think about it even for a second? You had everything in your hands.” You still want to take something from Daniel, maybe a confession, it would be easier if Daniel did all of that out of pure selfishness.

“You know, it pisses me off that you even thought I would do something like this to you. Humiliate you in front of everyone just to win this stupid thing? I just confessed to you, dumbass. I just said I love you as in more than a friend and you think this about me. I liked you for so long and when I finally realized and said something you mislead my actions. Why would you even consider this crazy thought in the first place?”

“Because in my stupid mind it makes sense, Daniel!” For a few seconds, it escapes your mind what Daniel just said, but you overlook every word again “Liked me for so long?” 

Daniel freezes there, looking at you. He didn’t intend to say that, not in a moment like that. You just accused Daniel of being a jerk with you and now he’s being whipped as always “Yeah, for years, I think.”

“Years? But what about Max and…?” You try to not sound jealous when mentioning it, because if Daniel is just messing with you, you might sound too unsettled.

“Jesus fucking christ, I have no idea where all this Max thing came from, but I’ve never had a crush on him.” Daniel rolls his eyes, leaning on his seat and crosses his arms.

“What? You were all over him the whole time, everything you spoke was about Max.” You blink a couple of times, to make sure it is really Daniel in front of you “This doesn’t make any sense.”

“When you were gone for that week, when you broke your finger, Max was the one to fill the gap you left. I know, it wasn’t that deep, but we were almost the same person at that time and I missed you so much. And if you ask Max, everything we spoke was about you, he gave me tips about my feelings towards you. I guess it didn’t help at all because Max is terrible with feelings, but at least he tried. And for years I thought I was confusing my feelings for you because of what he said to me.” Daniel speaks everything too fast, almost eating some words and making weird sentences that you almost would not understand.

“What about your girlfriends and boyfriends?”

“Oh, I couldn’t wait forever for you, cupcake.” Daniel sighs, glancing at his best friend’s direction “At some point I just accepted you were only my best friend and I needed to move on, but then you made the bet and I couldn’t run from it.”

You don't know what to say, because it all sounds too unrealistic.

Daniel crushing on him since forever? Doesn’t sound like something you should believe. Daniel never showed his true feelings towards you, except from that one time he went to take care of you when you were sick, or when he got in a fight because some boys from school said some bad things about you. Or when he helped you finish your essay in the middle of the night, on a Monday before his race test.

But you thought he did all of that just because you were best friends.

“Why didn’t you say something before?” You whine with your crying voice, feeling like everything would be much easier if Daniel just said things right away. Or even you, but that’s a small detail.

“Because you’re my best friend and you’ve never shown anything more than just friend’s love and all the ‘ I don’t want to ruin our friendship ’ crossed my mind.” It was amusing to think both of you were idiots trying to hide your feelings; one because he didn’t want to ruin the friendship and the other because she couldn’t handle rejection. “But I’ll get over it, you don’t have to worry about my feelings. Just please, never doubt me again.”

You hold your breath for a moment thinking about your next actions.

You could end everything there, you wouldn’t get over each other for sure, you’ve been in this for so long that thinking about getting over anything at this point is almost impossible.

At least for you.

Or you can pretend as if nothing happened, the next day you can tell Daniel you were too drunk and don't remember a thing.

It’s a rough choice, because the last one is so much easier.You’ve been hiding everything for so long, you can pretend nothing happened for a little longer. The one with feelings and commitment was a much more complicated choice, especially because you had no idea about what would happen after you got together.

Maybe you wouldn’t even get together, now that you doubted Daniel and everything. Everything is just messed up now.

“Okay Daniel, if we’re going to do this we need to start from the beginning and not just cover everything for years and be constipated about our feelings.” Daniel frowns his forehead, not getting where you are going with all of this. But you continue before Daniel can get the wrong idea “First of all, I hate that we waited so long to speak about this. We literally had to come up with a bet to make things clear about this matter and it should be so much easier. We’ve always been so close and open with each other, we should’ve talked about this when it started. Maybe the fifteen years old me was too scared of rejection, and it only grew inside of me with the passing years. Because I always saw you with someone else and never pictured me by your side like them. It’s still a weird thought because I never thought I had the chance, but if what you say is true then there’s no running from it, right? There’s no point in suffering more just because we don’t know what will happen. Can it end pretty bad? Of course it can, knowing us there’s at least a hundred different horrible ways to screw things between us. Can it change us? Well, if you take into account that we’re always changing, for bad or for good, there’s not much we can do about it. Can it end our friendship? Never in a billion years. I would never let this happen, even if I need to step in my pride and do anything to keep you in my life, I would do it. So there’s nothing we need to worry about, right?”

Daniel takes a moment and nods “So, what you’re saying is…?”

“That you’re really dense and never noticed that I’ve had a crush on you since forever.” You roll your eyes.

“Have you?” Daniel raises his eyebrows and looks shocked, but with a little bit of irony in his tone “What does this mean exactly?”

“That we’re probably going to date?” You sound as if you think Daniel is dumb, which you totally think he is “Sorry, I’m not as good as confessing as you’re.”

“You just did a whole essay about our ‘relationship’ but can’t ask me properly about it.” You think about kneeling and doing a show about asking Daniel to be your boyfriend, but that would be something Alex would do, not you. Maybe if you were drunk or in front of your friends, but just you and Daniel makes you a little shy about being so extra in a moment like this. Also, you’re inside of a car, no kneeling space.

“Oh, Great Daniel Ricciardo, do you want to be my boyfriend?” You say, hiding all the redness in your face, but it goes down your neck and up your ears. Daniel can see it even with the dim light from the pole.

“Two things I never thought I would have the pleasure to be alive to see: you being so shy about something and you asking me to be your boyfriend.” Daniel chuckles.

“Answer the damn question, Daniel.” 

“Oh, you want me to answer it even if I was the first to confess. But, yeah, I want to be your boyfriend.” Daniel shrugs and you hit him on his arm, both of you letting soft giggles escape “Now that we’re boyfriend and girlfriend can we kiss? And hold hands? And cuddle, like, all the time? And touch each other in inappropriate spots even in public?”

“I guess the last one is a bit too much, maybe only sometimes. But the rest, a big yes for those.” Daniel lets his hands fall on his side and then tries to reach for your’s, grabbing your fingers first and then holding your hand. It feels warm, safe and right to do it, so Daniel squeezes your hand to make sure everything it is real. And it indeed is. 

“How are we going to tell our friends about this? They’ll freak out or not believe it.” Daniel imagines Max tsking because he already knew Daniel’s feelings. Pierre would laugh in your faces because it was too obvious. George and Charles wouldn’t believe it, they would think it’s just pretending to fool your friends. Alex would make a play about your love life and make the next university’s recital be about the foolish best friends that were too damn idiots to know how to deal with feelings. And finally when Lando comes back from his trip he would join Pierre and laugh in your faces, but help you to make a silly poem for Daniel. Something really cheesy and stupid that you would mention only when you’re drunk or during midnight talks. You are the type to spill things when you’re sleepy.

“I bet I can hide it better than you. I’m almost an actor, you know. It’s easy for me to hide things.” Daniel looks as if he’s superior to you.

“And I bet I can hide it better than you, because now that I know how you play your games and now that I know that you’re crazy about me things are much easier for me.”

“Cupcake, you’re so naive.” Daniel runs his hands up until his fingers are on the side of your neck “I can’t wait to win another bet over you.”

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When Takemichi asked Toman to watch his little brother, he did not expect them to jump at the opportunity so fast as Mikey lifted the toddler up into his arms "yaaay! We get to hang out today (nickname)!" He cheered as (name) just looked confused but cheered back anyways.

"We promise to keep him safe and sound" Mitsuya promised and Takemichi looked hesitant to leave (name) with them but he really didn't have any other options as he nodded "I will be back at six, (name) be good ok?"

"Bye bye Mimi!"

The Toman gang ended up at a diner as (name) watched Mikey pout from Smiley's lap, the toddler feeding the elder Kawata some of his fries while resting on his chest "why sad kiki?" (Name) asked with furrowed eyebrows and Mikey sighed "it's supposed to be a kids meal, they have flags and I got no flag!"

(Name) slowly processed Mikey's words before taking the flag he got with his meal and handing it towards Mikey, his tiny arms nowhere near the length to reach him but it's the thought that counted.

"Ah! Thank you so much (name)!" Mikey cheered as Draken took the flag from the little boy and stabbed it into mikeys food, the toddler giggling at Mikey's attitude as be handed a fry to Angry who accepted quietly.

Next was the park the teens usually hung out at as they watched little (name) play with the toys from his baby bag in the sand pit and making little sounds as he played.

They took their eyes for one second and that's all it took for the little toddler to cry out as a kid maybe six or seven kicked sand into at the boy "OI! THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING BRAT?!" Baji hollered out as the Toman boys walked to baby Michi and Mitsuya and Hakkai collected his toys and lifted him up, cleaning his dirty face.

"Susu! He-he" (name) couldn't finish his sentence as he cried "so you like picking on those smaller than you huh?" Mikey said with a cold expression, terrifying the six year old he most definitely wet himself before running away.

"Let's get you cleaned up buddy"

Thankfully takemichi kept a change of clothes in his baby bag as Mitsuya gave (name) a bath and dressed the little boy and styled his hair "I look like Mimi?"

"...sure bud" to the best he could Mitsuya begrudgingly styled the boys hair to match his big brothers but couldn't help but smile at (name)s sparkling eyes.

The group spent the day at Mikey's place, tv playing some childrens cartoons and the ambiance mixed with the warm bubble bath it wasn't a suprise when (name) fell asleep in drakens arms.

"He really looks like takemichi when he's asleep"

"He's so cute!"

Takemichi had to basically pry his baby brother back when it was time to collect him but at least (name) had fun.

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#Concept: Nightly routine with y/n and Harry- parents of two little babies.

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Night Routine

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“But I want to take a beth with him, daddy,” Cecília whined to Harry, while he undressed her, putting her new pajamas and towel on the bathroom counter.

“My little darling, he is still little, he can’t take bath with you,” Harry explained, taking Cecí on his lap and putting her inside the warm tub, handing her some of her favorite toys. “Lorenzo is just 6 months, he’s not as big as you.”

Harry made a bowl with his hands, wetting her curly hair and applying shampoo, a pout still on her face. “Please, daddy?” she said, her chubby hand grabbing his arm. Cecí had already mastered her puppy eyes technique, and she knew how much her dad had a weak spot for her.

“Alright, alright,” He finally gave in, “but he will stay outside of the tub, he doesn’t know how to sit by himself.”

“Thank you, daddy!” The girl splashed water around in excitement, which made Harry smile. That’s how he always wanted to see her: happy and healthy.

Harry went to the door, keeping an eye on the girl in the tub. “Baby? Are you done nursing? Cecí wants to see Lorenzo,” he tried to call his wife as loud as he could while being mindful of Lorenzo, who could be asleep by now. He never wanted to alarm any of him or Cecília with his loud voice.

In a matter of seconds, Y/n appeared in the hallway, a confused expression on her face while Lorenzo was calmly laying down on her arms, his little hands resting on Y/n’s shoulders. “What’s wrong? Why does she want to see him? We just had diner together,” she asked, heading in Harry’s direction.

“I’m not sure, guess she just missed him,” Harry answered, giving his wife a kiss on the forehead and bending down to talk to a very awake Lorenzo. “But who wouldn’t miss you, huh? Such a cutie, right buddy?” he was aware that using a baby voice wasn’t the best, but he couldn’t help, Lorenzo was just extremely adorable.

“Mommy! Enzo!” Cecília called, from the opposite side of the bathroom, “come here mommy, miss you too.”

Y/n sat on the bathroom floor, Lorenzo still with her. “Hey, my heart, having a good bath with daddy?” she asked at the same time Harry sat down by her side and hugged her from the side, laying his chin on her head.

“Yeah! Daddy always let me play,” Cecília took one of the yellow ducks and showed her mom, “This is Mc Duck.”

“Wow, he’s a very beautiful duck isn’t he?” She asked, giving Lorenzo to Harry while kneeling near the bathtub since Cecí still had to wash her hair, Y/n gently took the excess of shampoo from the girl’s hair, while Harry tried to keep Lorenzo entertained by singing him a silly song.

“He is, I love yellow,” the little girl admitted, “I think Lorenzo loves yellows too.”

“And why do you think that, Cecí?” Harry asked amused while pretending to eat the boy’s fingers.

“Because we’re are best friends,” She said as if the answer was obvious, “and friends like the same things.” Y/n and Harry looked at each other and laughed, for a five-year-old girl she knew a lot about relationships.

“Oh, how do you know that?” Y/n asked, finishing washing her hair, letting Cecília enjoy her time in the bath.

“Because you and daddy are best friends, you wear the same clothes sometimes, listen to the same music, and watch the same movies,” with every new topic she would count down on her fingers, it was quite a comical sight.

Harry’s chuckle filled the room, the baby on his lap giggled too. “Well, my little lady, you are right. But friends can also like different things, too,” he told her. “Me and mommy like a lot of similar things, but we also have our preferences.”

“Exactly, daddy loves bananas, but I don’t” y/n complemented, getting Cecília out of the tub, helping her into some warm clothes, “I don’t like to work out, but your dad always wakes up early to go for a run, see? We like different things but we still love each other.”

Harry got up from the floor, rocking Lorenzo softly, his heavy eyes indicating how sleepy the baby was. He took the combing cream in his hand and began combing Cecília’s curls with one hand, while his other arm held Lorenzo. Being a father of two made him very talented at doing two things at the same time. While he did that, Y/n was getting Cecí’s toothpaste ready.

“Daddy, do you love mommy even if she doesn’t go running with you?” Cecí asked, before opening her mouth so Y/n could brush her teeth. Normally they would let Cecília do it by herself, with their supervision, but it was already late and the couple desperately needed to get the children to bed, or else their routine would be messed up. Good thing Lorenzo seemed to be falling asleep already.

“Of course I do! We don’t love people just because they do the same things we do, we love people because they are kind and respectful to us, yeah?” Harry said, looking at Y/n and blowing her a kiss. This is what he loved the most about parenthood: watching the kids growing into their best version.

Parenting was made in many different ways, but the couple especially loved having these kinds of conversations. Even though Cecília was still young, she was already beginning to comprehend what love and friendships were, and Harry and Y/n had the privilege to teach her that.

Harry finished her hair, putting the brush and the products in their place under the sink while Y/n put on some socks on Cecí’s feet, the little girl was yawning, seeming tired. Lorenzo started to fussy on Harry’s arms.

“Guess it’s time to sleep, huh?” Harry said, caressing Cecílias head, “Tired, my baby? Want daddy to read a bedtime story to you? Or do you want mommy?” At the same time he mentioned Y/n, Lorenzo started to soft cry. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Harry asked, looking down at the upset’s baby face.”

Y/n took his from Harry’s arms, cuddling him closer to her chest, “What do you want, Enzo? Mommy just fed you” she looked at her husband, “I’ll nurse him again on the bed, he’s probably just a bit agitated, will you put her to sleep?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The woman kissed Cecília on the forehead, “have a good night, ok, baby? Mommy will take you to the playground tomorrow, alright?”

“Ok mommy, I love you and little bro too,” she said, giving a hug to her mom before she disappeared through the door with the crying baby.

Harry took Cecília by her small hand, leading them to her room, just by the side of the main suite, where the couple slept. He guided the little girl to her bed, giving her all of her favorite stuffed animals, and covered Cecília in her Lilac duvet.

“What story do you want today?

“The pirate one, please,” she asked, laying her head on the pillow as Harry went to her bookshelf, picking the one with the title Pirate’s cove. He sat by the end of the bed and began telling the story.

“I have a story for you, a story of untold riches and a young lad who found them. And who am I, you ask? Well, I am the spirit of the sand-dollar, a pirate and a buccaneer, Captain of the seahorse, the finest ship to ever sail the seven seas…”

Harry would occasionally stop to answer any questions Cecília had, but after 15 minutes he was done with the book and the girl was fast asleep, hugging tight to her little lamb. He made sure she was tucked in and turned off the lights (besides the one on the side of Cecília’s bed, she was scared to sleep in a pitch-black room), he closed the door and headed to his bedroom.

To Harry’s surprise, Lorenzo was sleeping in his bassinet by the side of the mattress. He usually would sleep in his nursery, but today just seemed like an off day to the little boy. Harry got closer to him, stroking the chubby cheeks, “Oh my little bug, did mommy let you sleep here with us? You’re not feeling fine?”

“I think he’s teething,” Y/n said in a raspy voice, taking her head from the pillow, “he’s even a bit warmer than usual, I think his gums are itching.”

“My poor baby,” Harry mumbled, turning his head to Y/n, “I hate seeing him upset, maybe we could make some homemade Popsicle, it helped when Cecília was teething.”

“Yeah, we can try that, we can make them tomorrow.” she patted the mattress, “now please come to bed, he did a number on me, I’m so tired.”

“Alright baby,” Harry took off his shirt, standing only in sweatpants, he went to the bed, laying by Y/n side, one arm hooked on her waist as she cuddled to him, placing her head on his shoulder.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” Y/n said against his neck.

“Oh baby, I am the lu--”

“--I mean, how many husbands would still love their wives even if they wouldn’t go jogging at 6 in the morning?” she said teasingly, her giggles reaching his ear.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “you are making a lot of jokes for someone who is tired,” he kissed her temple. “I’m gonna wake you up at 5 am tomorrow, so we can be fitness together.”

“Don’t you dare! You do that and your plan of being a father to three it’s over.”

“Damn sweetheart, that’s not very nice, huh?”

“You’re the one who started,” she said, before closing her eyes, snuggling to Harry’s body. The man placed a hand on her belly, falling asleep minutes later.

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