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eideticmemory · 6 months ago

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LATE NIGHT TALKING | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

The best man and maid of honor hooking up? How cliche!!

Word Count: 8k

Warning/Includes: Ridiculous amounts of flirting. Very “omg just fuck him and get it over with” vibes. The wedding of a fictional couple that I got way too invested in! Smut! Named after this song because I was listening to it when I got the request lmao.

Shout out to Matthew for literally being in someone’s wedding while I was writing this. I love you, baby ❤️

Hattie Welsh is a city girl. She was born and raised downtown where she would walk herself to school during the week and had a route for maximum weekend shopping. An only child to two parents, a dad who stayed home when it was Not the norm, she got anything and everything she ever wanted. Her dad would meet her on the front porch with her bike after school and they'd cruise around the neighborhood. On weekends, all three of them would take the 10 minute drive to the local park where they'd bike the same 8 miles every Saturday. At the end of the trail was an ice cream shop. Birthday cake was her favorite. She'd get three scoops in a cone but her dad would always end up finishing the last scoop for her.

It was memories like these that inspired Hattie to use her business degree to open an outdoor supply company. She named it after her parents. Alan & Eva's Co-op. It started very local. But Hattie was always good with promotion. She had an excellent marketing team and connections formed around the state. A year into business and Alan & Eva had three locations.

With this sudden growth, Hattie had to seek out more intensive financial advisement and she requested the services of LF Corporation - financial consultants of companies like North Face and REI.

This is how she met Cole Briggs.

Cole was sent to meet with Alan & Eva's CEO. He knew her name, he knew her qualifications, he knew the context of their meeting. He did not know how gorgeous she was so he was immediately caught off guard. His palms were sweaty by the time they shook hands.

"Oh, wow!" he remarked as he saw the bike mounted on her wall. "A Schwinn? I had the same one as a kid but in green!"

"Oh my gosh, yes! That's actually my childhood bike!" she beamed. She leaned over her desk with a bright smile. "I've kinda outgrown it."

He laughed, "I grew up in Pullen Park neighborhood so my friends and I would ride the trail at-"

"Warren park?" she gasped. "My parents and I used to go every weekend, still do!"

"No way! Where-where are your parents?"

"Downtown, near the natural science museum."

"Ah, yeah, yeah. We didn't get downtown often but we would occasionally have family dinner nights at Kaleidoscope."

"Oh, we love kaleidoscope. The lobster-"

'Mac and cheese! Are you kidding? I can inhale it in one bite. Sometimes my dad would pick it up for me on the way home.”

She cackled. She looked at him lovesick. "How have we never met?"

"What high school did you go to?"

"Hollis. You?"

"Ah, okay. I went to the Day School."

"Ooh, fancy pants."

Blush crept over his face and flustered, he set out his briefcase and took a deep breath. "So you're looking into financial assistance for all three locations?"

She stared at him for a moment, "That's right."

And that was it.

Immediately after Cole left the room, she called you. Her best friend, her confidant, her person. You had your hands busy at work so you tucked the phone between your ear and shoulder, “Hello?"

"[y /n]! Hi, you busy?"

"Uh, a little. But I can chat. What's up?"

"I think I just met my husband."

You paused. "Okay, I'm not busy."

Cole proposed while they were on a hike. A week before, he had asked for your blessing. He said, "You'll be the first one she calls so I just didn't want you to be surprised."

Though, when she facetimed you to show you the diamond rock, you still pretended to be surprised.

A formal ask to be her maid of honor was completely unnecessary. You were born to do it. Who else would it be? Still, she made you the cutest basket, filled with perfume, a travel mug, some candles, some candy. You happily accepted.

And happily planned her engagement party and bridal shower and bachelorette party. You got the dress she wanted you to wear. And when the weekend finally arrived, you traveled nearly an hour into the country to get to the wedding venue.

10 acres of privately owned land sequestered down a dirt road. The ceremony site was a simple platform with an arbor placed in front of rows of benches. Surrounded by trees. Hiding right beside it is a wooden home designated for the newlyweds. The reception site is about a mile away, covered by a tent. There is a garden of roses and daisies. Further down the property is a large barn with rows of tents. It is absolutely everything Cole and Hattie wanted. It is so them.

You help set up for the rehearsal dinner. The parents of the bride and groom have arrived. Your friends and fellow bridesmaids are mingling with the groomsmen. Hattie would be so much more stressed without Opal. Opal is a an older woman, short but strong and a prolific wedding planner. She ushers the men around like pieces on a chess board and directs the caterers without so much as a glance.

As you chat with the happy couple, she calls, "Cole." It's not exactly friendly. She marches up and takes a firm hold of his arm.

"Yes, ma'am?" Cole shakes and Hattie glances over at you with a small smirk. You have to contain your laughter.

"Where is the best man? We are way behind schedule and losing daylight."

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. He had to fly in but last I heard he was on the road from the airport."

"Okay, can I get an ETA on that?"

"I, uh...I don't... have one."

"Babe!" Hattie whines.

"Hey, I'm sorry! Look," he glances at all three of you, intimidated by your pressed faces. "T'll give him a call."

"Wonderful idea," Opal watches closely as he steps away, his phone in his hand, quickly pressed to his ear. She turns away from Hattie, mumbling,

"You update me on that, okay?"

"Yes, Opal," she nods and turns to you with a huff.

You giggle, "Are you sure this guy's real?"

"Oh, I'm sure."

"Okay, well," you throw your hands up in a shrug, "Can't we just start without him? It's hot and we're supposed to be eating already."

"No, we can't. It throws off the flow of the ceremony. Plus, Cole really wants him here."

"Mhm and where is this guy coming from again?"

"Matthew."

"Huh?"

"His name is Matthew."

"Okay. Where is Matthew coming from?"

"New York. I told you he's an actor."

"Yes, yes," you roll your eyes. "Surprised he could find time in his busy schedule to come to his friend's wedding."

"He loves Cole. Cole loves him. More than me, I think. They've known each other forever."

'Mhm. Quick question, does Matthew know Cole's getting married tomorrow?"

She shakes her head and laughs, beaming at Cole as he walks back over. "Hi, baby. Did you talk to him?"

"Uh...no..." he feels bad saying it. "But! I'm sure he'll be here any second."

"Cole!" it's a shriek from the distance that instantly silences the crowd. The crunching of leaves under hurried feet, rustling through the trees, "Cole! I'm here! I'm here!"

"See?" Cole says to Hattie with the brightest smile. "I told you, I told you! Matthew!" he waves.

And out of the trees comes what you can only describe as a colorful slenderman. He's tall and dressed in a sage suit, in accordance with the dress code. He nearly trips coming down the steps but he catches himself, just in time, stumbling over on the tip of his toes. The center of attention, pulling all eyes towards his entrance, which you think would annoy the bride and groom. But no, you look at them and they're just delighted. Grinning ear to ear, Cole's arms outstretched to catch Matthew in a great, big hug.

"Oh, man!" Matthew huffs. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. My flight got delayed and then I couldn't get a rental and then I got lost, I'm so sorry!" he instantly releases Cole to give Hattie a kiss on the cheek and a hug, "I'm so sorry, please don't kick me out of your wedding."

Hattie cackles, “Oh, we could never!”

You watch as his expression transfers from guilt to a sweet smile. You watch him rub your best friend's back and give her one final squeeze before his eyes cut up and accidentally meet your gaze. He couldn't help but wonder where the pretty sandals and pretty dress would lead, but once he sees your face, he can't look away. He stands up tall and takes a small step around Hattie just to get to you. "Hi," he holds out his hand.

"Hi," you smile and your hand fits in his like a glove. You only take a second to memorize the features of his face, the tip of his nose, the stubble on his chin, the light in his eyes. But it feels like an eternity.

Behind him, Hattie and Cole watch the spark catch flame. She nudges his arm and they look at each other with knowing smiles. Cole nods, "Uh, Matthew, this is Hattie's best friend and maid of honor, [y/n]. [y/n], this is my best friend and best man, Matthew."

"ly/n]." Matthew says breathlessly. "Hi."

"Matthew. Hello, nice to meet you."

"Now," he slyly puts his hand over yours to keep it in place. "That is maid of honor, right? Not matron?"

You giggle, "Yes. I'm completely and totally unwed."

"Good, good. Excellent. Love to hear it."

You giggle, again, and it's the most ridiculous sound. Cole and Hattie could not enjoy the show any more. "You two will actually be walking down the aisle together," Hattie says.

"Oh, wow," Matthew exclaims. "Had I known that, I would've been here way sooner."

"So not funny, dude," Cole shakes his head but you think it's hilarious.

"You're laughing?" Opal's voice cuts the laughter short. "The sun is setting, the food is getting cold and you're laughing?"

"Sorry, Opal," Cole frowns. "This is Matthew, the-"

"Matthew, [y/n], I need you two right here," she interrupts and with a hand on Matthew's shoulder, she gently pushes him to the side. She pushes him directly into you and it's almost instinct for his hands to take hold of your waist. Just as much so for your palms to fall on his chest.

"Oh no," he whispers. "This is... terrible."

You laugh and take a step back but he holds onto to your wrist, places your hand around his bicep as he faces forward.

"You feel at home being directed all over the place?" you ask, anxiously straightening out your dress.

"Um, actually I prefer to do the directing."

"Oh, have you considered wedding planning?"

"I offered to plan for these guys but they turned me down. I mean, what the fuck?"

"Well, I think that would've required you to be on time. Early even."

"Oh, then I'm out."

You cackle, a lot louder than you mean to, and once again here's Opal. "You two need to switch sides."

"Hm?"

"Switch."

"Oh."

You feel Matthew's hand linger on your back as you step around him, your hand instantly latching onto his opposite arm.

"We're so good at this," you shrug.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, right? Right? You'd think she'd cut us some slack."

Despite all the fuss leading up to it, the ceremony rehearsal itself is only 10 minutes at most. You and Matthew are the last to make your entrance and it is an odd feeling to separate. He stands on the opposite side of the arbor and as the flower girl practices her walk, he catches your eyes and mouths: miss you.

"Wonderful!" Opal cheers. It's the first time you've seen her smile all night. Once Cole and Hattie have finally taken their places right in the center. "Absolutely wonderful. Now, if everyone will head over to the reception hall for dinner. There is a lukewarm meal awaiting you all," and she cuts her eyes at Matthew.

"Again, Opal, so sorry about that," he shakes his head. You seem to be the only one who finds it funny.

Hattie gives Cole one big kiss and turns to you, "How weird was that? Me walking down the aisle? Did I look stupid?"

You take her hands in yours, shaking your head, "You looked beautiful. It's gonna be beautiful."

She shrieks, a long "eeeek!" of excitement that ripples amongst you and your friends. The group steps down from the platform, followed closely by the groom and his party. Matthew takes the opportunity to grab Cole's arm and whisper, "How long have you known [y/n]?”

"Uh, pretty much as long as I've known my fiancée." he laughs.

"And you were... what? Just hiding her from me? Not cool."

"You were hardly in the proper condition for someone like [y/n]. She's, uh, how do I say? Very grown up. Very focused, like her best friend.”

"And now? What condition am I in now?"

"The kind of condition where...I literally had no choice but to let you meet her?"

"Fuck off," Matthew shoves him and Cole stumbles with a cocky laugh.

"Sooooo," Hattie says as she interlocks your arms. She notices you looking back and she knows exactly who you're looking for. "Little lady?"

"Yes, little miss?"

"What do you think of Matthew?"

Your stomach flips at the sound of his name. "What do you mean?"

"Don't do that."

"What? What are you talking about?"

“This was you the whole rehearsal.." she sticks her finger between her teeth and mocks your giggle, "Tee-hee. Oh, tee-hee-hee-hee.”

"I was not!"

"Oh, but you were. You're quite smitten."

"I am not!"

"He's smitten with you, too."

"Whatever," you roll your eyes. But after a brief pause, you ask, "You think so?"

Clink-clink-clink.

You watch as Hattie rises from her seat, her doting fiancé standing beside her, to give a toast. You look up at her and it's not until this moment that you realize she's getting married. Not when she tried on her dress, not when she did a practice run down the aisle. Here. Now. With Cole's arm around her waist.

"Thank you all so much for being here. We're so grateful to have all our closest friends and family by our sides through this crazy weekend. I know some of you traveled very far and some of you are probably wondering when this whole thing will just be over but," she laughs along with the crowd. "Soon. Very soon. Thank you all for being readers in our little fairytale. Particularly these people sitting up here beside us, I know my friends have gotten an earful about Cole over the years."

"What did she say?" Cole interrupts, jokingly cutting his head towards all of you which earns him a burst of laughter.

"Seriously. Thank you all. Tomorrow wouldn't be possible without you and we can't imagine any other way. So…" she raises her glass glass and, because she's the bride and everyone must obey, everyone raises theirs as well. She looks Cole right in the eye and gives him that same lovesick smile she gave them the day they met. You glance away for only a moment and Matthew is looking at you the same way.

You tilt your head at him, furrow your eyebrows.

"To you," Hattie says. "To me. To us. Cheers."

"Cheers!" you toast, looking directly at Matthew who raises his glass to you, you alone, before taking a sip.

At the end of the night, the bride and groom are meant to retire to their respective areas. Cole and his groomsmen have a cabin on the other side of the property. Hattie and the girls have reign of the barn and an array of tents just in case they're feeling particularly outdoorsy. Yet, when the time comes, you and your friends sit on the barn's porch and watch Hattie and Cole embrace each other for a long time.

"I change my mind," she tells him. "We should just spend the night together. Let's go to our tree house."

He giggles and gives her a gentle kiss, "Ah, you just wanna get in my pants."

"So?"

A cackle now, "Goodnight, future wife. I love you."

"Noooo!"

"I love you!"

Hattie waits until he's out of sight, and even then, she stands there and wishes for him to come back.

"H! Come on, honey," your friend calls to her. "It's late. Big day tomorrow!"

So she reluctantly walks up the stairs and begins the process of unwinding. It's not easy. Every second something pops into her mind and she hops up, ready to spring into action. It's a group effort to reel her in. Eventually, it's just you and her, lying in a cozy bed and she can barely keep her eyes open. She's trying though.

"Okay," you sigh. "I should probably get going. You gonna be alright?"

She nods, "I'm getting married..."

You grin, "Yes, ma'am. You are. So you need to get some rest," you kiss her forehead and rise out of bed, groaning as you straighten yourself up. "You need anything?”

"Mm-mm," she shakes her head. "I'm okay. See you in the morning."

"See you in the morning."

You're one of the few who chose to rough it in a tent for the night. There's a small heater and a platform bed. It's not a whole lot but the bedding is comfortable. You snuggle in and despite all your exhaustion, you spend the next chunk of time scrolling on your phone. When you hear a faint knock on the scaffolding of your tent, you’re suddenly hyperaware of the fact that you're in the middle of the woods. Alone. Quite a distance between you and the next tent. You sit up slowly, unsure if your mind is playing tricks on you. You take timid steps towards the opening and flinch as a shadow passes by.

You hesitantly pull down the zipper and when you see Matthew wondering around, you breathe a sigh of relief. “Fuck, dude. You scared the crap out of me."

"I'm so sorry," he instantly returns and lowers himself down to your level. "I didn't mean to."

"Um..you do know this is the bridal side of the property, right?"

"Mhm. I was looking for you."

"Me?"

"Mhm. Wanna go for a walk?"

"A walk?"

"Yeah, with me?"

"With you?"

"Okay, just assume I mean everything I say from now on."

You giggle, "I just met you a few hours ago...you want me to walk some random trail with you in the middle of the night?"

"All true, yes."

You tilt your head at him, "Fine. Okay."

"Don't sound too excited."

You turn around briefly to grab a hoodie. You throw it on and step out of the opening, taking Matthew's hand as you step off the platform. He takes your hand and he doesn't let go. He'd hate to lose you in the dark.

“So,” he says as you start down the trail. Your face is gently illuminated by the lights along the pathway and he can’t stop staring. “How do you know Hattie?”

“Technically high school, but I think we were separated at birth.”

He chuckles, “Best friends, huh?”

“Oh, best friends. Went to college together, too. Lived together for a while, didn’t kill each other.”

“That’s rare.”

“I know. I don’t see her nearly as often as I’d like but that’s my girl. How do you know Cole?”

“Drama camp.”

You stop in your tracks, stop both of you in your tracks. Still, Matthew doesn’t let go of your hand. “Drama camp?”

“Yes? You didn’t know Cole was a theater kid?”

You continue walking but your face is absolutely flabbergasted. “Cole? Finance bro Cole? A theatre kid? You’re fucking with me.”

“Oh, I am not. He was quite good actually,” he laughs. “He could’ve been a star.”

“Wow…” you shake your head. “Wow. You think you know someone.”

“And then you find out he was in a summer production of Fiddler on the Roof.”

You stop again. You feel like you could fall to your knees. “Matthew. Please. Please tell me there are pictures.”

“My mom recorded the whole thing, there’s a cassette tape somewhere.”

“Oh my god!” you cackle. “You’ll have to show me.”

“Fly out to Vegas with me at the end of the weekend. I’ll show you all the good stuff.”

“Oh. You’re planning on taking me to your hometown already? To meet your mom and everything?”

“You can meet my mom, you can meet my dad, you can meet my stepparents, you can meet my sister, my brother, her husband, his wife, my nephews.”

“Woah!”

“Oh, they’d love you.”

“I just wanna see Fiddler on the Roof!”

You’re not sure how long you stay out with him. The trail lights make it seem like no time has passed at all. You fill the air with so much chatter that it’s a shock when you loop around to the barn. As you near your tent, Matthew’s steps grow smaller. Slower, following close behind you with your hand still tight in his.

“Well,” he sighs. “Thank you for accompanying me. I was scared to walk alone.”

“Oh, is that why you invited me?”

“I just thought I’d get lost by myself. Needed backup.”

“Mhm,” you nod. “You do seem quite helpless.”

“You have no idea.”

You giggle and as you step up to your tent, you’re not ready to go inside just yet. So you turn to him and he is dangerously close to you. You can feel the heat radiating from his chest.

“Well, I had a nice time,” you smile. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

It’s going to happen. You raise yourself on your toes. He takes a firm hold of your forearms. His nose touches yours. Then you hear the sharp sound of a zipper slashing open. You both flinch and look over to see your friend, poking her head of wild hair out the opening of her tent.

You bashfully step away from Matthew, crossing your arms. “Hi, Gina.”

Gina squints, yawning, “[y/n]?” She rubs her tired eyes and looks at you. Then at Matthew. Then you. Then Matthew. “Uh…what the hell are you two doing?” she smirks.

“Nothing,” you tell her. “Go back to sleep.”

She looks at you. Then Matthew. Then you. You. And she ducks her head back in.

You chuckle shyly and shake your head. Moment’s gone but he still looks pretty under the moonlight.

“It’s late,” you whisper. “I need my beauty sleep.”

He scoffs, “To get even more beautiful?” he shakes his head jokingly as he backs away. “[y/n], that’s just greedy.”

You laugh, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Oh, yes. You will,” he waves as he walks away. Blowing you a kiss, “Goodnight, [y/n].”

You wait until he's out of sight, and even then, you stand there and wish for him to come back.

“Ahhhh!” Hattie screams once you rise in the morning. You step into the barn, groggy and sluggish, but when you see her rushing towards you, you can’t help but smile. “Hi! Good morning!”

“Good morning, beautiful bride!” you give her a tight hug.

“We’re having a little breakfast. Here’s your mimosa.”

You glance down at the glass, taking it from her hesitantly, “It’s eight in the morning?”

“Hey, everyone has to do what I say today!”

“Okay, okay,” you take a quick sip and she beams, sitting down beside you at the table.

You fill your plate with food and seamlessly fall in conversation. None of it about the wedding, ironically. You have the rest of the day for that. Right now, in this moment, it’s gossip. It’s silly. It’s so relaxing that you don’t even realized you’ve finished your mimosa.

“I thought it was pretty cozy,” Gina shrugs. “Not sure what [y/n] thinks but then again she was out with Matthew all night.”

There is an immediate halt. Forks hitting the plate, a stunned silence falling over the room and all eyes on you.

“You were?” Hattie gasps.

You stutter, “It…wasn’t…all night. We-we just went for a walk.”

“Oh, is that what the kids are calling it these days?” a friend chimes in.

“We went for an actual walk!” you exclaim. “It was nothing.”

“Ohhhh, yeah,” Gina laughs. “It sure looked like nothing when I caught you two making out.”

Instant gasps.

“We did not make out!” you insist. “We didn’t even kiss!”

“H, how do u feel about making this wedding a joint thing?”

You look down, picking at your food as your face burns red and Hattie is just grinning at you.

Across the way, Cole receives a text from his bride, saying: Ask your friend wtf he was doing last night

Cole raises his eyebrows and spots Matthew shaving in the bathroom mirror. He slyly walks in and crosses his arms. He tries his best to be nonchalant, leaning back against the wall, eyeing Matthew in the mirror, “So. You have a good night?”

Matthew furrows his brows at him, “Yeah? Bed was comfortable.”

“Mhm. And…you didn’t…didn’t sneak off anywhere?”

Matthew completely turns his body around, “You and the wife talking about me?”

“My wife and her wife are talking about you, I think.”

He can’t help but smile to himself, “Well…cool…”

Cole laughs, “What’s the plan here, dude?”

“The plan is…to see [y/n] again as soon as humanly possible.”

Cole shakes his head, breaking a smile, “You do know that this is my wedding, right?”

Matthew laughs as he pats his face clean, “Yeah but…I don’t know, I was kinda thinking we could make it a joint thing?”

Once everyone’s hair and makeup is done, it’s silly to you that you have to pretend to do it all for photos. The makeup artist holds her brush to your full glam face just so the photographer can take a shot and it takes everything in you not to laugh. But it’s what the bride wants. You and the girls get into your dresses. You twirl and giggle like a game of dress up. Until Opal announces Hattie’s entrance. Then suddenly it’s very real.

Hattie walks downstairs in her gown, a ballgown specifically. Poofy, but not too big, a corset holding up her breasts, a diamond necklace on her chest to match her earrings. Her hair is put up and curled. Her makeup is done to perfection.

Oh. She is just perfect.

It moves everyone to a fit of squeals but you clasp your hands over your mouth and just stare at her. You go to wipe the tears from your eyes but remember your makeup so you fan your face. She laughs as she walks directly to you and takes you a tight hug. The photographer captures your sobbing face in all it’s glory. Hattie will frame that one for sure.

When Hattie’s dad comes around to escort her to the ceremony site, you take her hands in yours.

“It’s not too late,” you tell her. “We can still run.”

She laughs. “You know…I thought I might for a second there but…nah, I don’t wanna. I wanna marry him.”

You have to shake your head to keep from crying, “Okay. Okay, then let’s get you fucking hitched.”

Guest have arrived. Each chair is full and the forest around them is positively buzzing with excitement. The florals accentuate the atmosphere beautifully and now all that’s missing is the blushing bride.

You walk down the pathway with your friends, each of you holding up your dresses to protect them from the dirt. Your dress is by far the shiniest. Though all of yours are a variation of green patterns, yours is solid and laced with golden glitter tulle. The maid of honor must stand out. Matthew catches sight of you immediately but not just because you’re the maid of honor, not just because you’re shiny. But because it’s you.

And you look amazing.

It’s like everyone and everything around you fades away. Like he’s watching you walk towards him in slow motion. Your hair flowing in the wind, your lips stretching out into a smile just for him. When you step up to him, he has to take a moment because you just smell so good.

“Wowww,” he breathes out. “Look at you.”

You blush, “Look at me? Look at you!” you don’t even think about it, you just touch his clean shaven face. Run your knuckles over the smooth skin and he revels in it, closing his eyes for just a second. “You clean up nice.”

“Thank you. I only do it when absolutely necessary.”

You laugh and lean into him a bit, totally fixated until you notice the other bridesmaids watching you both from the sidelines. You cut your eyes at them and take a step back. You’re grateful when Opal comes in with her iron fist, arranging you all in order and demanding you stay there.

The music starts, you take a deep breath. You gave Matthew’s arm a squeeze, “You remember anything from rehearsal?”

“Nope, not at all. Just winging it.”

There is not much to say about the ceremony itself except that everyone - everyone - is in tears by the end. It is only thirty minutes but after it all, Cole and Hattie are married and nothing has ever felt so right.

Matthew links your arms as you make your exit behind the newlyweds and you can help but laugh at the tears staining his cheeks. You grin as you wipe them away with your thumb.

Pictures.

So many fucking pictures. So many poses. So many arrangements. So many beautiful backdrops to stand in front of and smile and live in awe of the bride and groom. Eventually, Cole and Hattie go off to take their own portraits and unsurprisingly, you wind up eating a plate of hors d'oeuvres with Matthew.

“You know her?” he asks you, nodding his head towards a guest who stays seated, fanning herself with her wedding program.

“Yeah, that’s Mia. We went to college with her.”

“It’s, like, not that hot out here, right? Am I crazy?”

“Asshole,” you swat his arm. “She’s pregnant.”

“Oh…oh. Oh, she is?”

“Yes!” you giggle. “You just can’t tell because she chose the poofiest dress to wear today.”

“Oopsie,” he cringes. “Hey, is that something you might consider?”

“Hm?”

“Getting pregnant?”

You nearly choke on your bite of food but promptly clear your throat, “What the fuck? Is that a threat?”

“No. No, it’s an offer,” he grins.

You shake your head at him, ducking your hesd down so he can’t see your heated face. Your smile. “You have your speech prepared?" you ask him.

"Speech?"

"Uh, yeah. Your best man speech?"

"I was supposed to write a speech?" he exclaims.

Your jaw drops in shock and horror and you're dangerously close to scolding him until you see a smirk form on his face.

'That's not funny!"

"Of course I have a speech. You think I'm nuts?"

"Yes!"

"I have a speech prepared that is going to bring absolutely everyone in attendance to tears. They might as well go ahead and pass out the tissues now."

"Oh, real confident there, huh?"

"My speech is gonna kick your speech's ass."

You cackle, "It's not a contest, you freak. We're declaring our love for our best friends and their new spouse!"

"Sounds like you're nervous. Sounds like you can't take the heat."

"What heat? You know what? I'm not doing this with you. I'm gonna deliver my speech and as long as Hattie loves it, I'm content."

He nods, “…bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk."

"Stop it!"

"[y/n]!” you hear from behind you and you whip your head around. Hattie is running up to you, dress lifted, feet fast. "[y/n]!"

You run right to her, catching her in your arms as you collide, "What? What is it? What's wrong? What are you doing? You're supposed to be getting ready for your grand entrance!"

She huffs, catching her breath, "I know. I will. I am, whew..." she catches her breath. "I just had to tell you," she pants. "I just got fucked in my wedding dress!"

"Oh!" you cover your mouth to conceal your burst of laughter. "Oh my god! I thought this was a classy party!"

"Well, we wrote it into the schedule. We even finished with three minutes to spare. Both of us!"

"Oh my god!" you repeat, hunching over in laughter as she runs off.

You and Matthew hadn’t prepared anything especially elaborate for your reception entrance. But the DJ makes the best man and maid of honor sound like such a big deal that you have to do something. Anything. And utimately, he just ends up twirling you around in front of him. Your dress flows through the air, this wide smile on your face and he so casually wraps his arms around you to prevent you from tripping in your heels.

Seriously. Could you two make it any more obvious?

Cole and Hattie are greeted with an uproar of applause and cheers, the photographer right in their faces, an outpour of love coming from all around them. You clap your hands incessantly and right in your ear is Matthew cheering, his hands on your waist, your back against his chest like it’s no big deal.

You sit down to eat with your friends and it’s one big round table of alcohol, gushing, yelling and laughter. Matthew’s called up to give his speech and he makes sure to walk by you on his way up. “Watch and learn,” he whispers.

You shake your head, roll your eyes, but you’re watching him. You’re watching the way he instantly takes control of the room and radiates this light under the night sky. You’ve got to give it to him. It’s a good speech. From beginning to end, it’s captivating. The emotional cadence in his voice ripples across the room and there is actually, literally a box of tissues being passed around.

He’s applauded by every guest and he immediately runs up to Cole and Hattie to give them a tight hug. He walks over to you and holds the microphone out for you, “Beat that.”

You eye him as he walks off and the giddy smile on your face quickly disappears when you make eye contact with Gina. She pinches her fingers and knocks her hands together, puckering her lips and making kissing sounds.

“Stop it,” you whisper.

You’re not as used to the spotlight as Matthew so when you stand up in front of everyone, you freeze for a moment. You struggle to get the words out. It’s not a contest, but you’re already losing. So you look at Hattie, the one person you are doing all of this for. It makes it a lot easier to just, speak your truth, “Hi. I’m [y/n] and Hattie is my very best friend.”

Hattie’s a mess instantly.

That’s the fun part about being the bride’s best friend. You know all the best parts of her relationship. You also know all the worst parts but those don’t need to be spoken today. You know how it’s made her happier, stronger, glow in a way she never thought possible. You know better than anyone that this is where she’s meant to be and who she’s meant to be here with.

She can hardly wait one second after you finish to run up to you and give you a big hug. She squeezes you so tightly that you think she’ll never, ever let you go. You escort her back to the sweethearts table and throw a smug look towards Matthew’s way. He puts his hands up in surrender. You win.

After a while, when the grandparents and kids have left and the hour for the fun adults has arrived, you’re just buzzed enough to dance. And you do. You let Hattie shake her ass on you a bit and for a while, you’re just girls again. No one’s wife, no one’s employee. Just girls. It wears you. You take a seat just to down the rest of your wine and catch your breath.

“You all danced out?” Matthew asks as he approaches you. He holds out his hand, “Or you got one more left in you?”

You tilt your head, drunkenly smirking at him, “I think I can squeeze you in.”

“Yeah?” he pulls you to your feet and into his arms. “Squeeze me into where?”

You giggle. You shamelessly fall into his chest, “Take me to the dancefloor.”

He does, he lead you right to the center. He puts his hands on the small of your back and cradles your hand against his chest. He breathes in the scent of your hair and sighs.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do once I have to part from you tomorrow.”

“Just put me in your pocket,” you whisper. “Take me to the big city.”

He chuckles, pulls you closer, putting your bodies flush together. “I will, in a heartbeat. Just say the word.”

You grin. You stare into those beautiful eyes of his and inhale the center of his chest and exhale with a soft hum, “The word.”

He smiles. You smile. You take a look around and then you two make your exit.

Off to the side, the bride and groom are slow dancing. The rest of the world has faded away. Though their feet are a bit uncoordinated, everything feels properly in place.

“Sooo,” Hattie puts her nose to his. “You’re thinking the same thing I am, right?”

“Thaaaat we have three more minutes of fun time? You wanna go now?”

She cackles, “No! About Matthew and [y/n].”

“Ohhh, right. Them. You were right. I owe you five bucks.”

“Mhm. For the rest of your life.”

He smiles softly, rubbing her back. He looks around the area and furrows his eyebrows, “Where…are Matthew and [y/n]?”

Hattie giggles, singing, “I know where they are.”

“No…” Cole gasps. “No…you think?”

She shakes her head at him. Sweet, dumb Cole. “Oh you are just so cute!” she kisses his nose.

In the solitude of your tent, Matthew stands behind you and slowly unzips your dress. He plants soft kisses on each spot of your skin as it’s revealed and you hum under your breath at the gentle contact. His hands latch onto the thin straps and pull them over your shoulders. He kisses your neck and runs his hands over your chest as he pushes the dress down your body. All that’s left of you is a strapless bra and seamless panties that he sticks his hands in. You step out of them and turn to face him.

You touch his face and look at him with these hooded eyes, smiling softly as you push his jacket off of his shoulders. You undo the buttons on his shirt and touch all over his exposed chest. He nuzzles his nose into yours as you take off his pants and he falls back on the tiny bed, letting you pull them off his legs.

He stretches out his legs but his feet hang off the edge so he bends his knees, “I don’t think I fit,” he chuckles.

You grin as you casually straddle his lap, running your hands over his arms. “We’ll just have to make you fit,” you whisper.

He gives you the faintest little whimper, leaning in to you with his mouth open. And just like you had meant to last night, finally, you kiss him. You kiss him. You touch his tongue to yours and place your hand on his throat, engulfing his entire mouth in yours. Both of you release these deep, guttural moans and Matthew gasps as you roll your hips on him.

He grips onto your waist, readjusts to get the right angle and you can feel him getting hard between your legs. It's almost juvenile, the way you both get so hot from dry humping. The way your mouths are so hungry that there's no coordination.

There's moments where you go in for his lips and catch his cheek instead and he pushes his face into yours so quickly that he only catches your bottom lip. He goes to grab your hair to keep you in place but he doesn't want to mess it up so he holds the back of your neck. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, take a tight grip of his hair and lean your entire body on his. There, the friction is perfect and you moan directly into his mouth.

Matthew shifts his focus to your jaw, gently nibbling on the skin from your ear to your neck as he unhooks your bra. You whine quietly, rocking your hips against him and leaning your head back to expose your throat. He wants to fucking bite you. He has the quickest impulse to sink his teeth into you but he doesn’t want to leave a mark so his hands land harshly on your ass as he groans in your ear. You gasp, your back arching and you think: fuck this.

You put your hand on his chest and push him back on the bed. He lets you but he whimpers. He wants to be kissing you. Needs to be kissing you. He looks up at you with wide eyes, his jaw dropping when you free his cock from his briefs. He licks his lips, nodding, begging, “Mm…mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm.”

You giggle at him, but that giggle is cut quickly by the ease in which his cock slides into you. You both gasp and he catches you as you fall into his arms. You feel just as good as he thought you would. Better. Even better. You watch his eyes roll to the back of his head and you try to kiss but your mouth are wide open. It’s mainly just heaving breathing and teeth on teeth.

He takes full advantage of the angle in his knees, keeps his hands on your ass to spread you open and push all the way into you. He likes the sound you make so he does it again. Again. Pulling all the way, pushing all the way in. Again, a little deeper. Again, a little harder. Harder and harder until you’re squeaking against each other��s lips uncontrollably, the one thing that’s louder than the sound of his skin slapping into yours.

He looks into your hooded eyes and begs, “Kiss me.”

So you do. You kiss him with a sloppy mouth and once again, there’s no coordination. You’re rocking around the tiny bed so carelessly that it might break. But even then, you wouldn’t stop. It’s hard to breathe. It’s hard to think. You just push yourself back on his cock, meeting him at just the right time that you’re entire body twitches violently.

“N-not…fuck…” you stutter against his lips. “Not…gonna…last…long…like this…mm, fuck.”

And he grins, delighted at the thought of getting you off. So quickly, so easily. Still, he pleads, “Oh…” he bucks his hips up into you. “Can’t we just…m-make it last forever? P-please…please, please, please…”

You shut him up with another kiss. You grab onto his hair and grind on him eagerly, chasing your high for what feels exactly like forever. The way the tension builds first in your thighs and then your belly and radiates throughout your entire body, you can hardly comprehend it. You tighten your grip on his hair and breathe out, “Matthew.”

“[y/n],” he breathes out and it sounds so helpless that you can only reply with a whimper. You increase your speed, your rhythm becomes sloppy but Matthew is rock solid. He cups your face in his hands and repeats, “[y/n].”

“O-oh, fuck. Oh…god…” you latch onto his wrists. You can’t take it anymore, “Mm…” and you come on his cock with a loud and visceral moan straight from the back of your throat. The way your pussy tightens around him has him matching your volume and the kiss you give him is so dirty that he will taste it for weeks.

He doesn’t stop. He fucks you through it until your body is all but convulsing. He only stops to prevent himself from coming inside of you, instead raising your hips to shoot his load all over his stomach. His knees tense up and tighten against you as the weakest groans escape his lips. You hum softly to yourself and you lower yourself down the mattress, licking the mess off his stomach as you make your way back to his lips. He’s stunned but rewards you with a kiss. He wishes the kiss could last forever. He tries his best to make it so.

But you crash on his chest, panting loudly and allowing your body to finally relax. Your head rises and falls with every heavy breath he takes.

“Let’s get married,” he huffs and you laugh, sitting up to look at him. “No?”

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head.

“Ugh…worth a shot.”

It’s so peaceful. A calm after a storm - a hurricane. Until your phone illuminates the dark space and you reach over his body to check the text. It’s from Hattie -

As soon as youre both done, my husband and i would like to make our outro! :)

“Oh, shit!” you exclaim and that’s all Matthew needs to hear.

You both hop up at lightening speed. You somehow get dressed even quicker. You rush out of the tent, nearly tripping over your feet, hand in hand.

“Wait,” Matthew says and when you pause to look at him, he fixes the clip in your hair and then he gives you a kiss. You look back at him with a smile as you run back to the reception.

You catch Hattie and Cole just in time. They are already lined up and ready to go when you two reappear. Matthew grabs Cole’s shoulder and laments, “Sorry about that, dude. I-I got caught up. Sorry.”

“Oh yeah,” Cole smirks as he keeps walking. “I can tell. Your jacket’s on inside out.”

After Matthew remedies that, you two casually clap and cheer as the newlyweds walk through the crowd of excitement. They promptly load themselves up on a golf cart and you watch them disappear into the night.

Matthew sighs, turning to you, “So…I guess our jobs are done for the night.”

You sigh in return, shrugging, “I guess so.”

“You gonna be lonely in that tent tonight?”

“God...” you shake your head. “I hope not.”

And that night, you are far, far from lonely in that tent.

You wake up together. Matthew made himself fit in that bed once again. You get dressed together. You both clean up the tent and step out together. And once again, there’s Gina, catching you in the act. She doesn’t say anything. But when she walks past you two, the tiny smile on her face says it all.

Back at the reception site, Hattie and Cole serve a light breakfast and deliver a toast that is short and sweet. Blah blah blah, thank you all for coming. Blah blah blah, we love you so much. Blah blah blah, we have a plane to Cabo to catch. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here!

They go around to say their goodbyes and while Cole is distracted, Hattie intentionally saves you for last. She gives you a long hug, “Missed you last night.”

“Yeah, uh…” you blush. “I am so sorry about that.”

“Oh no, don’t be,” she gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. “It all went according to plan.”

“To-“ you stutter. “Hattie Jane Welsh…”

“Aht-aht!” she grins as she walks away from you to join her husband. She flashes her rings, “Hattie Jane Briggs. I already changed it on instagram and facebook!”

You jaw is dropped in absolute shock and you can’t pick it up. In fact, your mouth is still wide open when Matthew approaches you.

“So, pretty lady, what are you doing after this?” he asks.

“Got a train to catch back home.”

“Oh, a train? How far is the drive?”

“About an hour.”

“I have an hour…” he says. “And a rental car.”

A sweet smile spreads across your face. He mirrors it right back to you. You take hold of your suitcase, step over to him, stand straight up and wrap your hand around his bicep. You’ve had a lot of practice.

“Okay,” you nod. “Let’s go.”

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ellieslittleslutt · 4 months ago

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Brewed ❀ pt.2

MEN AND MINORS DNI!!

pairings: barista!ellie x journalist!reader

the barista you visit every morning finally makes her move.

cw: kissing, a bit suggestive at the end but nothing happens. ellie calls ready pretty girl like once at the end, and i think that’s it? also typos

a/n: totally unrelated but who else’s spotify wrapped was absolutely atrocious?

wc- 1.2k (short ik im trying to make the next parts longer)

not proof read part one!!

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you sat at your vanity getting ready when your phone started buzzing on the table lidias contact lighting up the screen. you sigh pausing your music and picking up your phone, "hey" you say into the phone putting it onto speaker so you can still get ready. "soooo, date with the cute barista huh?" you can her the grin through her words rolling your eyes "stop calling her that her name is ellie" you corrected.

"yeah yeah.. anyway where are you two going?" she asks you can hear shuffling on the other end of the phone getting onto her bed. "shes picking me up and were going to that small restaurant not to far from my place" she hums trying to think where that is "the one we went to for your 17th birthday?" "mhm that's the one" you say getting up to go get an outfit.

at around 6:45 you were ready dressed in a simple but appealing outfit as the restaurant is too fancy. you had your bag when you heard your doorbell ring, heart thumping you quickly hopped to the door opening it to see ellie holding a small bouquet of flowers. god she was cute, stood there she was dressed in some washed out black jeans, a button up the top buttons unbuttoned showing a white under shirt, and of course, her beat up converse and that stupid smile you loved so much.

"i uh.. got you flowers" she smiled handing them to you. you didnt even notice how much you were staring before her words snapped you out of it. "you didn't have to, they're beautiful" ellie blushed, your beautiful. "but i did" she said with a proud grin. you chuckled softly stepping inside to let her in, "come in while i put these in water.

she walked in looking around your apartment, there were posters and plants everywhere, you had some music playing. it was he perfect mix of messy and clean that it felt very homey.

"can i get you something to drink?" you ask from the kitchen filling a vase with water. she looked back at you her hands in her pockets rocking on her feet. "hm? oh yeah waters good" she said with a smile.

you got her a glass sliding it over to her and she took a sip watching as you positioned the flowers by the entrance on the table. you smiled to yourself looking at them and ellie came up next to you looking over at you just taking in all your features "ready?" she asks her voice low and soft. you felt your stomach flip and you nodded looking back at her with a smile "yeah".

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you guys walked there it not being to far from where you lived and a nice opportunity to make some conversation. you guys talked about your jobs and just the basic facts about each other.

the restaurant was a lively atmosphere. other couples and families there eating dinner, there was some music playing that added to it all. you got a table by the window the server dropping off some menus for you two.

"you've been here before?" you ask ellie while looking over the menu "uh no shockingly" she chuckles. "i think you'll like it, its nice here" you smile looking back at her and she smiled back at you softly her face perfectly illuminated by the soft yellow lights.

you both got to talking some more and you mainly just listened to her rambles chin rested on your palm while admiring her expressions and the way she talked. she noticed how you were starring at her and her cheeks burned red as she fiddled with her hands "sorry im talking too much" she mumbled with a chuckle and you shook your head. "no no i like it" you spoke up with a reassuring smile.

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after you both finished eating and payed thats when the dance floor started some couples getting up to go slow dance and you looked back at ellie and she immedeatily knew what you wnated "wanna go up?" she asks tilting her head towards the people dancing. biting your lip you nodded and with a soft chuckle ellie got up holding out her hand for you "then we shall dance m' lady"

you took her hand giggling. you guys walked over there her hands on your hips and yours around her neck slowly swaying with the music. she had her eyes on your face completely lost in yours eyes. you caught her gaze and smiled at her "youre staring" you whisper leaning closer. "yeah?" she replies her voice lower than usual. the one that made you melt into the floor. "what are you thinking about?" she whispers the music blurring out and now it was just you in your own world.

"how bad i want to kiss you right now" you whispered back more to yourself and ellie grinned. "really" she chuckles softly leaning closer brushing some of your hair back "i think you should" she says and before you could reply she had her lips on yours.

it was soft and slow. not rushed like all the others you had, pure bliss, she meant it. you slowly pull away your forehead on hers breathing slightly heavy "wanna get out of here?" she whispers and you nodded quickly "please"

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while walking back you were going to ellies place and you had to walk through this one part of town that made you nervous. you fiddled with your hands looking around at everything and everyone. ellie could tell you werent okay and placed a gentle hand around your waist pulling you to walk closer, leaning her head down towards your ear "youre okay.. i wont let anything happen to you" she whispers softly rubbing her thumb. your beating heart slowing down as you nodded and she smiled "i got you".

when you got to her place it was a small house. it looked cozy and warm walking inside she took your coat leading you to the couch as you looked around with a smile. "i like it" you say quietly and she chuckles "i like you" she says catching you off gaurd turning your head to look at her. "i like you too... a lot" you whisper and she leans in her lips on yours again.

this time it was different, this was more needy. she slowly pushed you down onto the couch her hand coming up your thigh as you moaned softly into the kiss causing her to smile. slowly she wrapped her arms around you to secure you close to her. her touch was so gentle, as if you a priceless artifact and one wrong move could hurt you.

her hand slowly went to take off your pants but you push her away shaking your head and she looks back up at you “you okay? we don’t have to do this” she says softly brushing your hair back. “i just… it’s our first date and i really like i just don’t want to rush it” you mumbled looking down at your hands. ellie smiles and kisses your cheek “okay pretty girl”.

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#tlou2 #ellie williams #the last of us #ellie tlou #tlou ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #loser!ellie #abby anderson #tlou abby #arcane vi #vi arcane #arcane #arcane season two

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withwritersblock · 11 months ago

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Birthday

~Birthday by Katy Perry~

Author's Note: Requested sorta Summary: Y/N celebrates her birthday with Luke Warnings: implied smut Word Count: 2,453

“Are you sure it’s okay that I am spending my birthday at the lake house?” she asked him as she shifted her gaze towards him. He glanced towards her, away from the road for a brief second. A soft smile formed to his lips as he reached his hand over, interlocking their fingers.

“It was my idea, remember?” he expressed, a small chuckle fell from his lips. She dropped her head, a smirk formed to her lips. “I’m sorry your friends couldn’t make it,” he mumbled out, squeezing her hand.

Her smirk faltered as she tilted her head to the side, looking towards Luke. He had his baseball hat on backwards as his frame was covered in a simple black t-shirt, with a pair of dark wash jeans. It was an outfit that he wore constantly.

“It’s okay! Not everyone can afford plane tickets. I got my boy, that’s all that matters,” she said. Despite the words leaving her lips, she was sad. It was her twenty-first birthday and all she wanted to do was get drunk with her friends. Sure, she’s spent many years in college already doing that but doing it legally was definitely different.

“Yes you do,” he mumbled as he pulled their interlocked hands towards his face. He pressed his lips against the back of her hand. “And I will absolutely make sure it will be great weekend,” he let out before he kissed her hand one more time.

He had the whole weekend planned out. Her friends had asked him if he would help them with the surprise. They had lied about not being able to come to Michigan to celebrate.

Today was Thursday and her friends were coming in Friday night. Her birthday was actually Saturday so it would be perfect for the whole plan to have them come into the house while Luke took Y/N out to dinner at a very fancy restaurant. She loves putting on floor length gown and going to fancy places. Since Luke would never say no to a gourmet meal or any meal for that matter.

He gave them a spare key to the lake house and they were planning on setting up an extravagant birthday celebration.

“Thank you, my love,” she mumbled as she watched him turn down the street towards the Hughes lake house.

Jack and Quinn were also showing up to help supervise the girls. And to also maybe flirt with her friends. But Luke spent multiple text messages saying things along the line of Don’t you think about sleeping with any of my girlfriend’s friends. Which the boys were never actually going to follow through with it but they loved messing with Luke.

“Hopefully the lake is not freezing,” Luke mumbled as he pulled into his parking spot. He threw the car into park as he quickly shifted his whole body towards her. She giggled as she slowly unbuckled her seatbelt. He excitedly smacked his hands onto her thigh. She giggled again as she met his gaze.

“It’s going to be a great weekend,” he promised as he leaned towards her. He delicately took a hold of her chin. She nodded as a small pout fell onto her lips. He leaned closer to her, “Oh stop,” he mumbled before he leaned towards kissing her delicately.

He pulled away, his hand still holding her chin in place. He watched her lips fall into a pout once more. He smiled softly, “What’s with this?” he asked, running his thumb across her bottom lip.

“You stopped kissing me,” she said as she leaned towards him kissing him. He pulled away reluctantly a small chuckle leaving his throat.

“I meant before,” he whispered as he slowly glided his hand from her chin towards the base of her neck.

“I’m happy to be here with you, I just wish my girls could’ve come too,” she mumbled as she met his gaze.

He nodded as he pulled his lips between his teeth. “I know,” he let out before he pressed his lips against her own. “Come on,” he whispered against her lips before he stepped out of the car. He quickly jogged around towards the passenger side of the car to open the car door for her.

“This place is kinda creepy with just us,” Y/N mumbled as Luke ran his hands up and down her thighs. He rolled her eyes as she ran her hands across his exposed chest. He clenched his jaw as he scanned her frame, the red swimsuit was a color he’s never seen on her before.

“It’s not creepy at all,” Luke offered as he continued running his hands up and down her thighs.

“We are alone on a boat in the center of a lake. This is the start of a horror movie,” she offered as she ran her fingertips across the curve of his abs. His body clenched under her touch. She leaned down towards him, “Do you think Michael Myers can swim?” she asked.

He let out a sudden laugh as he tilted his head back. “I think-” he paused as he slowly began to glide his hands up her frame. “I have an idea to scare away any potential horror movie killers.”

“Oh yeah?” she offered as she leaned down and kissed him delicately. He tightened his grip along her hips. She let out a breathy laugh. “You do realize the first people to have sex in horror movies are the ones that die first,” she explained as she ran her hands through the ends of his hair.

“What a way to go out,” he mumbled as he hungerily pressed his lips against hers. She gasped as she pulled away from him.

“You are awful!” she let out with a giggle. He rolled his eyes with a teasing smirk.

“You are beautiful,” he mumbled. She rolled her eyes as she leaned down, hovering her lips over his.

The following night, the girls, Jack and Quinn were all inside the lake house setting up the night of her dreams. “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled as he ran his thumb across the top of her hand for a few seconds before he stood up from the table. She smiled towards him as she went back to finishing the chocolate cake in front of her.

Luke walked towards the bathroom at the back of the restaurant. He pulled his phone towards his ear, hearing it ring a few times. “Lukey!” Jack shouted into the phone. Luke cringed as he pulled the phone away from his ear for a brief second.

“Is the place ready?” Luke asked, letting out a shaky breath.

“Yup, and your girlfriend’s friend, Ali-”

“Don’t fucking think about it,” Luke said in a hushed tone. An older gentleman walked out of the bathroom as he spoke. Luke forced a tight lip smile as he dropped his gaze towards the floor. “We’ll be leaving the restaurant in like fifteen minutes,” Luke expressed.

“Alright,” Jack mumbled as he hung up the phone. Luke let out a huff of air as he walked back towards their table.

Luke sat down, “I’m sorry about that,” he let out as he met her gaze.

“You’re okay,” she mumbled as she brought her glass of water towards her lips.

“How was the cake?” he asked, a wide smile on his lips. She tilted her head to the side as a small smile formed to her lips.

“So good and so upset you made them sing to me!” she expressed dramatically. The waiter placed the check on the table and Luke quickly picked it up and placed his card inside of the black envelope. They both smiled polietly to the waiter as he walked away.

“I didn’t make them do anything!” he let out while laughing, “I just casually mentioned that it was your birthday, they did the rest,” he smirked as he took a sip of his water.

After another thirty minutes, they finally pulled up to the lake house. Quinn and Jack had parked a street away to make it look like the house was still empty. He pulled the car into park as he shifted his body towards her. She rolled her eyes playfully as she turned her gaze towards him.

“Happy birthday, beautiful,” he whispered before he quickly jolted out of the car. She furrowed her eyebrows harshly before she watched him jog around the car. He pulled open her door. “Come on,” he mumbled. She stared towards him suspiciously as she slowly unbuckled her seatbelt.

He held out his hand for her and she quickly took a hold of it. He guided her out of the car. He took a hold of her lower back as he guided her through the garage. She took a hold of his arm as he pushed open the door guiding her inside.

Her eyes widened as she saw the balloons, streamers, and giant banner. The banner wrote Happy 21st Birthday, throw away your fake! She chuckled as she turned her gaze towards Luke as several voices shouted “Suprise!” She gasped as her eyes jumped around the room.

Her five closest friends were scattered throughout the living room, alongside Jack and Quinn. She covered her face with her hands as she felt tears fill her eyes. “You guys!” she let out. She pulled her hands away from her face as she looked towards Luke. “I thought you were bad at keeping secrets!” she said as she shoved him back. He chuckled as he delicately pushed her towards the crowd.

Y/N’s friends all circled her as she walked towards the center of the living room. Quinn and Jack walked towards Luke. “Girl this dress!” her friend, Olivia, said as she hugged her excitedly. “It is beautiful but you need to switch into your sexiest swimsuit because we are getting drunk as hell on that boat,” she expressed.

“Okay, come on and help me pick it out!” she said as she started guiding the girls towards Luke’s room. Aly, Olivia, Jessie, Carley, and Penny all quickly followed after her. Aly was taking a hold of some of the dress to try and help her from tripping and falling onto her face.

After a few seconds all six of the girls entered the small bedroom. “How long have you guys kept this a secret?” Y/N asked as she lifted her suitcase up onto the bed.

“Since you asked us! We talked to Luke about it and he was all for this surprise plan,” Jessie explained. Y/N smiled softly as she pulled out four different swimsuits for the girls to help her decide. “We know that you really wanted us here and we all saved up to buy plane tickets to be here,”

“You guys are amazing,” she let out as her voice cracked slightly. “This is going to be so fun,” she mumbled as she stared towards each of her friends individually.

“You’re not upset we interrupted your weekend getaway with your man,” Aly asked while hip bumping Y/N. All of the girls burst out into laughter.

“Not at all,” she let out as she picked up the black bikini and decided on putting that one on. Each one of her friends approved, “Don’t worry, we had a great day yesterday,” she let out as she smirked.

“Oh did you?” Carley mumbled, leading to every girl to start quietly oooooo. “What did you guys do?” Carley pressed. Y/N rolled her eyes as she pointed towards the back of her dress. Olivia quickly helped unzip the dress.

“Hung out on the boat for a while,” she said trying to hide the smirk forming to her lips.

Olivia’s eyes widened, “You guys didn’t,” she let out barely above a whisper.

“I’m gonna go get my swimsuit on,” she said changing the subject as she walked towards the bathroom just outside of Luke’s room.

“You dirty dog!” Olivia let out while laughing.

~~~

It had been an hour since the whole surprise birthday weekend started and she was in fact three shots deep and two beers in. Quinn was driving the crowded boat, he was in the process of tossing Olivia and Jessie around on the tube hanging off the back of the boat.

Y/N was laying down at the back of the boat with Luke laying between her legs. His head rested just beneath her chest as he was humming along to the song playing on the speaker.

She was running her fingers through his wet curly hair. “So you were surprised?” Luke asked as he tilted his head back. She smiled down towards him.

“I’m throughly impressed with your secret keeping skills,” she mumbled as she continued running her fingers through his hair.

“I wanted you to have the best weekend,” he mumbled as he absentmindedly caressed the inside of her thighs.

“Thank you, my love,” she mumbled before she shifted her gaze towards Aly.

“You going to get on the tube?” Aly asked her. She shook her head dramatically. “Oh come on, birthday girl, you have to,” she expressed before she took another sip of her cocktail.

“Not with how Quinn is driving this thing,” she mumbled. Quinn threw his head back as he laughed. Olivia and Jessie were climbing back into the boat.

“I’ll go slower,” he offered. She still shook her head.

“Take another shot, and let’s go,” Aly mumbled as she took a hold of the vodka bottle.

“No!” she let out while laughing.

“Come on, baby, it’s fun,” Luke said as he tilted his head back, meeting her gaze. She clenched her jaw as she looked into Luke’s eyes.

She let out a huff of air, “Fine, but I swear to god, Quinn, you try anything funny,” she threatened in what seemed like a joke but she wasn’t. He laughed as he leaned back in the chair. Luke sat up from his laying position, letting Y/N climb over him.

She groaned as she followed after Aly towards the back of the boat. Aly jumped into the water first. Y/N reluctantly jumped into the water.

“Let’s go birthday girl!” Carley shouted as she watched Aly and Y/N climb onto the tube together.

“It’ll be fun,” Aly muttered as she tightened her grip on the tube. Quinn stood up, double-checking that they were both on the tube before he started driving the boat. Half of her friends had their phones out videoing.

“Why did I agree to this?” Y/N asked as she tightened her grip. Quinn quickly turned the boat hard to the left. A squeal left both of their throats as they nearly fell off after the first spin.

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Mi Valentín

Tags: full nelson, butt job, head (m receiving), fingering, hand job, groping, something about free use??? semi public sex porn WITH plot

no use of y/n afab!reader, reader has a fattie sorry but i don't make the rules 😮‍💨😔

TW!!! I am NOT a writer!! This is just something I do for funsies so don't expect much lol

She’s a beefy one so buckle up

Valentine's day is your absolute favorite holiday. A whole mushy gushy day dedicated to showing your significant other, or your friends or yourself to how much you love them and appreciate them. An excuse to dress up and go out, excessive chocolate consumption and give gifts. But, unfortunately, your beloved husband thought otherwise.

He never liked Valentine's Day, and he had thousands of excuses too. “Why is one day out of the whole year meant to show your love when I do it all year long?” Miguel said, rolling his eyes as he chopped vegetables for dinner. It’s not like he didn’t spoil you on Valentine's day, he always took you out to a nice restaurant for dinner and got you some gifts. But he was missing the whole entire point!

“Drop it amor, I’m plenty romantic as is. Remember when I took you out to that hotel and we spent the night away from the kids?” Miguel asked, his go to excuse when you brought this topic up. He turned to face you, one hand on the counter and the other holding the knife. He had an apron on, with ‘Milfin’ Ain’t Easy’ printed on the chest. You decided it was best not to question, said apron and moved on.

“But Miggy, it’s my favorite holiday. Can’t you not be so cynical for one in your life and humor that your wife enjoys something?” You said, crossing your arms under your chest. He just snorted and continued with his cooking, you scrunch your face and turn your heel, deciding you're not gonna give him the satisfaction of your presence, you leave to go find something to keep yourself occupied or just pout while you wait for dinner.

“You know it’s a dumb holiday, mi vida. It’s like how birthdays were invented by greeting card companies to make more money.” Miguel teased as he sat down in bed next to you after dinner.

You frown and roll on your side with your back facing him to let him know how upset you are with him. He sighed and chuckled, he cuddled up against you so he was big spooning you. He ran his calloused palm over your bare leg. “Don’t be like that, mamás. You know I love you, but I just can’t get behind a holiday that’s supposed to be about showing love since I already do that everyday for you,” He pouted, kissing your cheek and patting your butt.

You sighed and sat up, “Okay, you know what. You’re right, you already do so much for me. I guess it’s a little selfish to ask for more. I just get jealous sometimes, of all my girlfriends who always talk about their partners and how romantic their Valentine’s Day is…” You admitted, it sounded silly when you say it out loud. It embarrassed you, you have an amazing husband who gave you two beautiful daughters and here you are, ungrateful all because of FOMO.

“It’s alright, I know what you mean…but let’s not focus on that. I promised we’d never go to bed mad at each other. And we’ve had a long day, hmm? How about we get to sleep now? Since we’ve got a big week ahead of us,” Miguel asked, kissing your collarbone, he was such a smooth talker it drove you up the wall sometimes. But you nodded, kissing him back and curling up with him in bed.

Little did you know he’s been scheming.

One week ‘til V-day.

You let go of the whole Valentine’s Day thing, you were embarrassed about getting so worked up about the situation. You got home late from work, Miguel was already gone to watch Gabriela’s soccer practice and he took the baby with him. You had the whole house to yourself, you sat on the edge of the bed. Sighing as you take off your earrings and heels, you notice something on your nightstand.

You look to see a fuzzy little lion plushie with a fancy red ribbon tied around his neck. You smiled softly and picked it up, it was soft in your palms and smelt like strawberries.

It was obvious that it was from Miguel, you set it down on the bed and finished getting out of your work clothes. After a nice shower, you put on some cozy clothes and flop onto the bed. The house was clean and there were no chores to do so you got to relax, you sat in bed watching a movie with your new bed buddy. You hugged it to your chest, breathing in the strawberry scented mane.

Miguel came home with the girls a bit after your movie ended, Gabriela skipped into the house with her baby hairs stuck to her forehead from sweat and the remnants of chocolate ice cream on her cheeks. You usher her into the bathroom for her bath before finding Miguel. You wrap your arms around his neck and stand on the tips of your toes to give him a quick kiss.

“What was that for?” He chuckled, his hand on the small of your back, the baby on his hip.

“Just a kiss, I saw that stuffy.” You smiled and shrugged, looking up at him through your lashes. “I love him, but you didn’t need to get me anything…”

“I know that, I just saw it when I was at the store and thought you’d like it sooo…” He said, his hand snaking up the small of your back to roll his fingers through your hair before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Gracias guapo,” You coo, leaning into him for one more quick kiss before pulling away to give Gabriela her bath.

Five days ‘til V-day.

You and Gabriela sat at the kitchen table while Miguel was at work. With baby Esther on your lap, the three of you were hard at work making Miguel his Valentine’s Day present. Since he was always so low key for the holiday, you would do the same. Opting for something cuter and simple that also included the girls.

You already had a hand print of Miguel’s huge, paw-ish hand from an old craft Gabriela made when she was in kindey. You cut out a nice square of paper around the hand print, you carefully painted your own palm and fingers with a soft pink. You pressed your hand over his painted hand print.

Next was Gabriela, you painted her hand with a slightly darker pink color and pressed it over your hand print once it was dry. Then Esther when Gabriela’s handprint dried, you used a baby safe paint that was a darker pink color then Gabriela’s. You pressed the baby’s palm gently over her sisters. So it was papa Miguel’s big black hand print, your smaller light pink hand print, Gabriela’s little hand and then Esther’s teeny tiny hand.

It was perfect, a cute little card from all his girls for Valentines. You let Gabriela paint a couple pink hearts on it and sign it and it was perfect. You take it to write a lovey dovey message on the back and tuck it away in your nightstand once it was completely dry for the fourteenth.

Three days ‘til V-day.

You looked awful, you tripped in the snow as you hiked your work parking lot to get to your car in front of your boss. When you finally got up out of the slush, you got your hair caught in a branch. Tangling it with leaves and sticks, finally you got home.

You trudge up the driveway, it has been snowing and raining all day long. You hated the cold winter weather in Nueva York, you just had to wear heels today as you took big steps over the slush. You finally made it inside the warm apartment, taking a deep breath, your shoulders relaxed. The girls are in the living room watching Bluey with Miguel cooking in the kitchen. You kiss the girl's forehead hello and wobble deeper into the warm kitchen.

“Hey mamás, how—woof, what happened to you?” Miguel half laughed, pulling his oven mitts off his huge hands. Today he’s wearing a green apron with ‘Besame soy Irlandés’ printed on the chest.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” You mumbled, brushing the leaves out of your hair. Your whole front is soaked, there was some sort of ice or snow in your bra and your makeup smeared from crying in your car.

“Oye, poor mami.” He cooed, wrapping his big arms around your waist and hugging you to his chest. He held you tight, kissing the side of your face.

He helped you untangle your hair and get out of your soaked clothes. He drew a warm bath with bath salts and bubbles, he washed your hair for you once you were in the water. His big calloused hands rubbing your shoulders as he pecked your cheek. His chest pressed against your back, his hand snaked down into the water in front of you. He peppered the side of your face with gentle kisses as he gently rubbed your core with his pointer and middle fingers. His wedding ring was cool against your inner thighs, his other hand cupped your left breast. Massaging it softly, his thumb grazing over your perked nipples.

His other hand cupped your sweet pussy, his fingers dipping in between your soft folds and pushing into your wet hole. “My poor girl, I’m sorry your day sucked.” He whispered into the shell of your ear, you bit down onto your bottom lip. Holding back whines as he gently begins to pump his fingers slowly, your hands find the edges of the bathtub to grip. Your head rolls back, your eyes shut as a little gasp escapes your soft lips. He smiled into the dip of your neck, still playing with your tits.

His surprisingly tender lips graze up over your neck for an open mouth kiss, catching your wines and huffs in his mouth. You feel his lips twitch into a little smirk, that smug bastard is always so proud of himself. He pulled away, you whined from the emptiness that filled your soft walls now that he took his fingers out, but you immediately perked up when you heard him take his belt off from the loops.

Miguel stood up and over to the side of the tub, he slipped his semi hard cock from his boxers. He looked down at you as he pumped his huge hand over his girth, he held you face with his other hand, his thumb rubbing back and forth on your bottom lip. His way of silently telling you to ‘open’.

You obediently part your pretty lips, he slapped his red tip onto your tongue. He was now fully hard, his cock was perfect. His member is a little darker than his brown skinned body, at least eight to eight and a half inches long. Maybe even ten on a really good day. It was girthy too, with a fat vein on the side of it, it curved up slightly, his groin perfectly shaven besides the happy trail over the base of his length. His balls were heavy, you took him in your mouth. Since he was so big, you always struggled to take him completely.

You manage to get a good four inches in and start to bob your head, you look up at him through your lashes. It hasn't even been in you long, but you were already cock drunk. He instinctively began to roll his hips into your jaw, the bathroom filled with lewd squelching, moans, and groans. You gag and your eyes roll back.

Just when things started to get good, the baby screeched downstairs in the living room. Miguel sighed and threw his head back dramatically, he pulled away and pulled his slacks back up

over his hips. You frown and pout, he chuckles and bends down to kiss your forehead. “Lo siento, mi corazón…” He muttered, pulling away to get back downstairs to make sure the girls didn’t kill each other.

You groan a little and sink a little deeper into the warm water.

One day ‘til V-day.

You had actually forgotten all about Valentine’s Day. The girls and work had made you forget all about it. You were sitting at your desk at work, typing and scribbling down notes for later when one of your colleagues told you that there was something at the front desk for you. Curious, you go to check on whatever goodie or package was delivered to you. You never get these sorts of things, you couldn't help but be excited as all the possibilities ran through your head. What the receptionist handed you was better than anything you could have imagined.

The front desk person handed you ramo buchon. One hundred pink and white roses were arranged and wrapped, surrounded by matching pink and white baby’s breath blooms tied together by a ribbon. A little white teddy bear with a ribbon and tag sat in the center of the buchon, the tag signed by your secret admirer. It didn’t take long to figure out who said secret admirer was, since it was Miguel’s handwriting.

You looked at the gorgeous flowers for the majority of your shift, making sure to send Miguel a little ‘I love you’ text to show your appreciation. Even though he played dumb when you got home, insisting that it wasn’t him and someone else must have sent it. He hugged you tight, muttering under his breath how he’s gonna teach that ‘son of a glitch’ a lesson for daring to make a move on his woman when he finds out who sent it to you. Though you could hear the smile in his voice.

“When I find them, I’ll teach them a lesson they soon won’t forget for thinking he can just make a move on my woman and get away with it.” Miguel scoffed, kissing the crown of your head. “I’ll kill him dead,” He said when you chuckled.

“You hear me, mariposa? There are some things as a man I simply cannot stand for. And when another man thinks he can have what's mine. And you are mine.” He continued, his forehead pressed against yours as he spoke. “My woman, my baby mama, mine mine mine.”

He repeated that mantra throughout the night, you curled up against him in bed. Him kissing your forehead with his hands rubbing your sides. Going up and down the dips and valleys of your body. You couldn’t help but smile, your face pressed against his neck. “My sweet mujer,” He sighed dreamily. Peppering your pretty face with gentle kisses.

“Did you like the buchon though?” He asked between smooches. You couldn’t help but giggle, squeezing your dear husband's hand gently and nodded. Your legs tangling with his, the blankets pulled up over to their shoulders. It was nice and cozy in their little blanket cocoon. Miguel needed a weighted blanket in the winters, that coupled with the fuzzy white tiger blanket on top of it made you both nice and warm.

“Sí, sí. Ellos tienen buen gusto,” You reassure him with a smile and a peck on the cheek. He looked satisfied with that answer.

Valentine’s Day.

You woke up snuggled up in the warm bed with Miguel. His alarm went off weirdly early, you blinked, your eyes crusty in the morning, yawning and stretching your arms over your head. Miguel stirred as you sat up, his hands over your lap, you arch your back to stretch. His almond eyes slowly opened and glanced up at you. He smiled into your waist but didn’t move, his morning wood pressing into your plush thigh.

You look down at his hidden face then down into his lap. You smile to yourself and lay back down next to him, your hand snaking down underneath the covers. Already thinking up so many naughty thoughts, tracing down his tummy, following his happy trail, your fingertips teasing the waistband of his sweatpants. He grunted a little as you gently began to stroke his length. You squeezed gently, creating a delicious pressure.

He finally ‘woke up’, grumbling into the crook of your neck. Rolling his hips back and forth into your hand. You chuckled, looking back over him. You press a little kiss to his nose, “good morning, quapo.” You purr into his ear. This was his favorite way of waking up, your hands on his body. Whether you stroked or sucked, his eyes rolled back and toes curled before waking.

“Good morning, mariposa, you slept well?” He muttered into your neck, his hand over your chest. He kneaded your pretty tits in his big hands and sighed dreamily.

“I did,” You answer, you roll your palm over his angry red tip. Pearly beads of pre cum dribble out of the head onto your hand. You scoop it up in your fingers, pulling your hand away to taste it. His cum was sweet with a bit of salty, you loved the feeling of his warm seed on your tongue. And he loved seeing you enjoy it, he watched your lap up his pre, a smug look on his handsome face as you swallowed.

Just when you reached to finish the job, he sat up. His erect cock twitching right in front of your face, you were mesmerized. Jesus, you were just a simp. “Gabri could just walk i-” You started, he was already reaching to lock your bedroom door. He grabbed you by your waist and flipped you onto your stomach. He reaches into his nightstand drawer to grab something. You look over your shoulder as he ripped your pajama shorts and panties off your body, making you giggle.

He drizzled massage oil on your bare ass, his calloused palms ran over your buttcheeks. You buried your face into the pillows, giggling like a giddy schoolgirl to yourself. He pressed his nose into your hair, breathing in your shampoo, letting out a shuddering sigh, he sat back up on his knees behind you.

He dipped his ring and middle finger between your plush inner thighs, spreading the warm oil over your already wet pussy lips. You shiver but stay as still as possible for him, he bent over your pretty body. Pressing kisses onto your lower back. Muttering to himself as his fingers slip into your slits folds, your velvet walls clenching his long digits. You whine and cuss under your breath as he makes a scissoring motion with his fingers.

“Relax, mamás, can’t have you clenching my dick off.” He chuckled breathily in your ear, making you groan a little. You did your best not to clench on his fingers so hard, you rolled your shoulders and breathed deeply. Burying your face into the silky pillows, you whine as he begins to rock you by pumping his fingers into your weeping hole. Your breath shudders as his free hand down your back to asscheeks, squeezing gently and smacking to make you squeal.

“Oye,” You hiss, looking back at him over your shoulder, furrowing your eyebrows. He snickered like a kid and went back to pumping fingers. It didn’t take long till your orgasm, it never took Miguel too long to get you to cum. Your nectar pooled in his palm, he smirked proudly, licking

your cum off his hand. You whimper in shame, hiding your red face in the pillows. He chuckled cruelly before slapping his now fully erect member over your thick ass. You squeak as you watch his big hands grab the headboard above you and he begins to hump like a bitch in heat.

He sat on your calves on his knees, his thighs on either side of your hips. The massage oil acts as a lubricant for him to slide his fat cock between your buttcheeks easier. You whine into the pillows, your shoulders hunching and back arching.

You let out a soft moan as his shaft dragged over your holes over and over again, making you shiver in pleasure. He let out a soft, satisfied sigh as he took you from behind. You just knew that the smug bastard had a satisfied look plastered all over his face as he humped, spanked and slapped your poor, poor, red ass.

He grabbed and groped, before pulling off of you completely. Miguel took his shaft in his paw-ish hand, dragging his leaking tip to your weeping entrance.

“Miggy…” You whine, it's been too long since you’ve had him all to yourself. Whether it be your respective jobs, family and taking care of two kids under ten. You miss the feeling of him stretching you out, you miss the burn. You missed him making it hard for you to walk the next day, and him eating you out like a starved man, repeating the phrase ‘I’m sorry,’ over and over again as an apology as he palmed his dick.

You missed the burn and the after care and him making you breakfast for you afterwards. His cock slipped inside, not even three inches at first just to get you ready. His fingers stretched you out best he could, but he was getting impatient, and he needed to feel his pretty girl. His hands drifted off the headboard to either side of your head on the bed.

Sloooowly, he pushes deeper, you choke back all your noises. You look over at the nightstand on Miguel's side of the bed at the alarm clock, because you apparently married an old man. It was a little after five in the morning, he usually sets his alarm for six, that smug bastard set it early to squeeze a Valentines day quickie before work.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the plap plap plap of his hips hitting your ass and his tip kissing your cervix and the low creaks of your shared mattress. You slap your hand over your mouth, his big hands tighten around the sheets he was clenching. The massage oil and both of your sweat rolled off of eachother, pooling on the bed below you, but you’re too full to care. His length filled you up so good, that you couldn’t think to care about the fact you’re ruining your sheets.

“Yes…” You whine, your shaky hands clinging to the sheets as he pounds into you.

Miguel laid his body over yours as he slowly bucked into you, you almost preferred it when he was pounding into your poor, abused pussy since then he wasn’t torturing you with slow, agonizing strokes. His lips pressed into your ear, his eyes glazed over as he grunted and huffed into the shell of your ear, you loved how vocal he was. How he’d react to your body, how'd he moan and praise you.

His arm slithered under your neck, pressing you into a headlock as he rutted against your soft walls. His nose buried into your hair, breathing in your cocoa butter shampoo. He tightened his grip on you until your cheek was pressed up against his bicep, his sweat, musk and the remnants of his cologne from yesterday made you slick.

A knot formed in the pit of your belly, his pre mixed with the oils and your slick, coating the sheets with liquids. You really should have put a towel down…-

“So wet, you like that, don't you?" He growled, his voice deep and husky as he took you from behind. He couldn't resist, he couldn't fight it. He was under your control, he was yours to do with as you pleased. He always portrayed himself as the head of the household, el jefe, but it was a different story once the girls were in bed and the door was locked. He was still very much the dominant, though your pleasure was his priority. He wanted you to be pleased and happy with him above anything else.

“Mhm…feels, fuck, so good…” You mewl, your hips swaying side to side as he slowly rolled his hips into you, your warm walls clenching him. He pulled out until only his tip was in, before pounding back in. Your sweet nectar flowed from your core, you writhed and silently screamed into the pillows. Miguel kept rutting before quickly pulling out, his hot cum spilling down the small of your back.

He let out a satisfied sigh and flopped down on the bed next to you. The giant laid face down next to you, groaning.

“Jesus, you’re not that old.” You choke out after a minute of basking in each other's sweaty afterglow. “You’re fine,” You grumble, nudging his calf with your foot.

“I’m just warming down, gimme a minute.” He gruffed, tilting his head to stick his tongue out at you and scrunching his nose. “Bleh,”

“Oh my god, you’re just like Gabriela.” You snicker, rolling on your back to stretch, and looking over his body. Miguel was on his stomach, one of his long legs off the bed as he pressed his face into his pillow. You can’t help but look at him with disgust.

“You have a ridiculously nice ass for a man.” You pout.

“Don’t be jelly,” he scoffed playfully.

“Did Gabriela teach you that word?”

“What, ‘jelly’?” He asked and you nod. “Oh please, I’m well educated in the field of slang. I know about what the kids are saying, ‘on fleek’, ‘yeet’, ‘lit’, you name it. You married a very educated man, lucky you~”

“I’ve never heard anyone say that in literal years…”

“Who?”

“Hmm?”

“Asked.” He said proudly, you let out a groan. This was just middle school all over again.

“Okay, okay, I’m done now, mariposa. I promise.” Miguel giggled, grunting a little before rolling onto his back next to you. He snakes a big hand over you and pulls you atop of him.

“This is disgusting,”

“I didn’t even-!” “The sheets, and us. I should get in the shower…” You grumbled, he wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you back down to him as you sat up. Your cheek smushed up to his firm pecs.

“Two more minutes,” He promised, patting your sticky back.

You’ve been getting ready for what felt like hours, your makeup, shoes, hair, jewelry, clothes, accessories. Maybe you were spoiled…sat on the floor of your walk-in closet in nothing but your pretty lingerie, your arms crossed under your chest, you mull over your options for the perfect outfit for your and Miguel’s date tonight.

You check the time on your phone and sigh, deciding to take your chances with that one bodycon cami dress you got months ago. It was cute, I guess. You quickly finish getting ready, your finishing touch being a pretty little necklace with a pendant with the letter M engraved into it.

The girls were shipped off to your parents house for the night, it was just you two. He cooed and crooned over you, showering you with gifts and peppering your pretty face with kisses. Making your face a little red from his stubble brushing over your cheeks, he booked a nice restaurant nearby for the two of you and came back home for Valentine's Day sex.

After years of marriage and having kids, of course things would often fall into a routine. But after all his gifts and gushing, maybe things won't be so uniform tonight.

The dinner was fine…your alfredo pasta was good so far, and the wine was nice. But Miguel was acting strange ever since you woke him up. He's been red in the face and nervous, which was weird since he was usually so confident and outspoken.

He was complaining about the wine being expensive, you look up from your pasta to count his forehead creases.

“It’s like I have to hunt a waiter down for a bottle of wine, wine that's nearly two-hundred dollars. Ridiculous…” He grumbled, you can’t help but roll your eyes as he obnoxiously waved at a waiter.

“Miggy, please stop. You’re acting like my mother.” You mumble after he spoke to the waiter, you watch the poor twenty something year old disappear into the kitchen to get that bottle.

“Oh please, even I wouldn’t stoop that low.” Miguel scoffed, poking his food with the prongs of his fork like Gabriela did when she didn’t want to eat her dinner and she’d stall for sympathy. You tried making conversation, when that doesn’t really seem to work, something more devious appears in your smile as a sudden idea comes to mind.

Of course, you’d know how to get him to relax. You prided yourself with that, so you set your little plan to action. You make sure no one in the restaurant was looking in your general direction, you pick up your salad fork, a type fork you may have used twice in your life, and drop it on the fancy dark wood floors of the restaurant. Which, in turn, makes the most loud and annoying ‘ting’ sound, Miguel gives you a look as you freeze.

“Gosh, clumsy me~” You quickly reassess, making sure no one is looking, you duck to your knees to pick up the fork that somehow got almost completely under the table. It was one of those circular tables with a long red cloth draped on it to the floor. You sneak underneath without anyone suspecting a th-

“What are you doing?” Miguel calmly asks, though you can tell by his tone he’s the human equivalent to a donkey on the edge.

“I’m grabbing my fork,” You answer, though you have passed the fork, crawling on your hands and knees, you make a beeline to your manspreading husband. You rest your chin on the edge of the chair, pressing your soft lips for a fat kiss on his bulge. He jolts when you do, his hands flying to cover his crotch.

“A-amor!” Miguel yelped, his knees hitting the table. Making his wine glass fall, he quickly moved to pick it back up. Giving you just enough time to sloppily unbuckle his belt and pull his slacks down just enough to pull his semi-hard cock out, the table cloth covering his lap up. You smile to yourself before licking your palms to stroke him with both your hands.

Once he was completely hard in your soft hands, you took his tip in your mouth. Kitten licking it as you stroked with one hand and kneaded his balls with the other. He was trying (and failing) to mask his whimpers and squeaks by sipping his wine.

“So pretty~” You cooed, slapping his fat cock over your tongue. His pre dripped down his aching shaft from his slit, which you of course greedily lick up. Every noise Miguel made went straight to your sopping pussy, which you were grinding up and down his dress shoe. He grunted, how rude, you’re polishing his cock and shoes, and he dares to complain?

You take a solid four inches into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. You wish you could look at his pretty face as he groans and grunts, you nod your head, attempting to fit more into your mouth.

Relaxing your throat, you take a deep breath in through your nose and breath back out slowly before taking him all the way to his base. Your nose nestles into his trimmed pubic hair while your hands snake forward to dip back into his boxers to give his balls a squeeze. Your drool and his pre dripped from your soft lips and down his balls.

Miguel pressed his palm into his lips, his eyes squeezed shut. His free hand on the crown of your head, his fingers tangled with your hair as he guided you. His thighs shuddered, doing everything in his power to not moan loudly in a crowded restaurant on Valentines day. You try to bob your head but he keeps you down on his cock.

He huffed and his hips buckled to push deeper into you, you gag and tears roll down your cheeks. It only took a few more seconds as hot, white ropes shot down your throat and warmed your belly. You swallow quickly, your moans vibrate against him as you ride him through his orgasm.

Only when you hear that whimper do you finally slide off of him. Your lips leave the tip with a lewd pop. You give his cock a sweet little kiss, you dry your tears and climb back into your seat, placing your fork back on the table where it belongs with a satisfied smile. He wasn’t glaring anymore, he looks much more relaxed now…

Just from the look alone tells you that you’re in for it when you get home.

Before Miguel could say a thing, the waiter zips back over to the table to come check up on your dinner. He was about to leave when he paused.

“You’ve got some alfredo sauce on your lips, ma’am.” The waiter said, pointing to his own lips. You squeak out a quick ‘oh!’ and dab your lips with your napkin. Wiping off the ‘alfredo sauce’ as the waiter ran off to another table.

“Don’t,” You sighed, Miguel was smirking, resting his head on his palm. He was relaxed now, and was giggly from the alfredo sauce comment.

“I didn’t even say anything~ though you do look cute with alfredo sauce on your lip.” Miguel said sweetly, swirling his wine glass to watch the red liquid slosh in the cup before raising it to his lip to take a sip. His crimson eyes trained on you. Giving you a look that made your previously soaked panties soaking wet and sticking to your cunt.

“Though you are very much still in trouble.”

Your heel made you slip on the icy doorstep, Miguel’s hand on your waist hoisted you upright before you could fall into the snow. “Careful~” He tutted smugly, unlocking the door for you and you rushed inside the warm home.

Both you and Miguel had been drinking, you from the embarrassing alfredo sauce incident and Miguel because he was trying to loosen up. You’re both tipsy and stumbling into the kitchen, you go to the sink to pour yourself a big glass of water to sober up. Just as you gulp down the last sip, Miguel comes up behind you, his big, calloused hands resting on your shoulders, squeezing gently.

His soft lips find your jaw, he massages your shoulders. The wine made him tipsy and went straight to his dick. Your back pressed against his chest and stomach, your hands on the cool surface of the kitchen counter. Signing softly and nearly letting a moan slip as his hands travel down from your shoulders to rub your clothed breast.

You grip the counter, your shoulders going slack and your back involuntary arching. His thumbs brushing over your hardening nipples, you feel his cock hardening from underneath his slacks as he slowly grinds on you. His lips still on your jaw, the tip of his tongue slipping from his lips to press against your soft skin.

Humping your plump ass and squeezing your plush tits was heaven to Miguel, the only thing missing was his cock buried deep into your gushing cunt.

Tipsy, he decided that’s what he needed, he wrapped a beefy arm around your waist and hoisted you up over his shoulder.

“Miguel!” You squealed, kicking your feet as you slowly began to sober up. He didn’t say anything, just grunting and his hand falling from the small of your back to your butt, pinching the fat to tell you to quiet down. He carried you with ease up the stairs, down the hallway to your shared bedroom.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs and flopped you down on your back onto the blankets and pillows. You landed back with a squeak of the mattress, your legs dangling off the edge as he straddled your his. His lips crashed into yours, his cheeks painted in a pink hue, his big hands ran up and down your sides

You parted your lips, catching your whines and huffs in his mouth as he pressed your beefy body into you. Trapping you to the bed with his hands, he leaned over you, his kisses searing as he held your wrists up over your head to keep you underneath him.

When he got tipsy, he wouldn’t be bothered by foreplay. He needed to get right to the good part, his kisses got hungrier and needier with every second that passed. His hands rubbed down your sides, sliding your dress off your body. His eyes wandered and quickly widening when he saw your lack of anything under your dress.

You went rogue on him, you ditched your lingerie in the restaurant bathroom, since your panties were soaked and uncomfortable, and because you too wanted to get to the main event as soon as possible~ He stripped and sat down on the edge of the bed with you on his lap in his favorite position, full nelson. Your legs bent up to fold you in half, your knees on either side of your head with his arms bending you back with his fingers locked with each other behind your neck. It was sort of uncomfortable, but the second he moved his hips, you forgot all about it.

He thrusted sloppily into you, you threw you back on his shoulder almost immediately as his tip practically kissed your womb the first thrust. He didn't stretch you out prior, the burn was enough to make you scream. His hips jutted up and down, your ass slapping down against his pelvis. Filling your bedroom with the sweat slaps of skin hitting skin and your lewd moans.

Your eyes flick up and cross, he’s been at it for hours it feels like when he actually just started.

“Please, Miggy,” You mewled in his ear. He ignored you, peering over your shoulder to watch your pretty titties bounce from how he was rocking you. Miguel looked angry, like he usually did during sex. Grabbing your hair he roughly pulls making your back arch suddenly “Fucking ride it,” he commanded in a harsh tone.

Feeling him throb in you, you're ready for more, slowly start raising your hips and bringing yourself down the best you could when you squished and bent into the position. You felt the knot in the pit of your tummy tightening as he speared into you, a ring of cream wrapped around the base of his angry, twitching cock.

All night long, the man fucked you like a fleshlight. Making you cry tears of pleasure and scream his name for all your neighbors to hear. Your knot snapped for what felt like the umpteenth time, your orgasm ripped through you in waves.

That didn’t stop him though, he’s fucking you like he’s trying to mold your gummy walls to fit his, and only his cock.

Painting your womb white with ribbons of hot cum for the sixth time, he finally let’s go. His hands slightly raised as if admitting defeat as his chest rose and fell. Sweat rolling down his body as you crawl onto the bed to try to cool down. He falls down on his stomach next to you on his side of the bed.

You poor thing have been put through the wringer, you’ve came too many times to count, been came in too many times to count, cried, screamed and moaned. Your throat and poor, slutty, pussy been played with and fucked ruthlessly. Your eyes are half lidded when Miguel rolled onto his side to face you.

“Amor…?” Miguel whispered, his voice hoarse.

“Hmm?”

“I need to admit something…I sent you the ramo buchon, even though I told you that your secret admirer sent it to you.” He admitted sheepishly, like he was an embarrassed kid owning up to taking a cookie. It made you chuckle sleepily.

“Yeah…I had a hunch,” You smiled, taking his hand in yours and running your thumb over his knuckles. He seems genuinely surprised you knew it was him.

“How…-you know what, never mind, mariposa. Happy Valentine's Day to the loveliest girl in the whole multiverse.” He smiled sweetly, bringing your hand to his lips and kissed it softly.

“Thank you, mi Valentín.”

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sideysvault · 8 months ago

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⋆˚࿔ Bedroom Lust 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Pairing: Roman Roy x wife!reader

Wc: 615

Warnings: [nsfw]. minors dni, head cannons, established relationship, married life.

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— Marrying Roman Roy involved being his plus one to numerous events. Evening galas, fundraisers, openings, and birthday parties of people you didn't even remember meeting. He hated all of it. But seeing the wind biting the skin exposed by your countless party dresses almost made up for it. He still got goosebumps when he saw you.

— He was extremely aware of how his wife looked. Too bright, too beautiful for a room full of snakes parading as business people. He was proud of you. Proud of your cleverness, and your looks, and your morals. He enjoyed parading you around at parties with his hand on your lower back. A lot of heads turned, and eyes that trailed downward, but you were his. Only his.

— She was always complaining about his beard. And, as much as he liked it, the conversation ended when you said “I hate it Romes, it tickles when you go down on me” That was all he needed to hear. The very next day, he showed up with a clean, freshly shaven face. You made sure to make it up to him and sat on his face all night.

— You are always using pet names for him. Especially in the bedroom. You want to make him feel as much love as he deserves. At the beginning of your relationship, he wasn’t very sexual. It took a long time, trust, and patience to get to where you were right now. But you didn't mind. All you wanted was for him to enjoy himself while feeling safe and secure. And so it began. Love, Remy, Romey, Babe, Sweetie…

— Stamina wasn’t a problem anymore. Roman particularly enjoyed eating you out. He just wanted to shower you with affection, and thank you for being such a good wife. The man loves eating your pussy. If the cooks are not at home, he'll do it on the kitchen counter over breakfast. He makes time and takes a shower together just so he can have you standing up while he's on his knees licking all of you. He loves when you come all over his face. No matter how dirty and wet he gets afterward.

— Having power over you is also a turn on. He’d tie you up so you can’t move, not letting you come, edging you until you beg and cry. He has even dwelled in some consensual somnophilia with you.

— But he can be romantic too. Roman will buy you the most expensive lingerie and leave it all around the house for you to find. He would kiss every inch of you. Your face, your stomach, your legs, everything. As lovingly as he can.

— As much as Roman Roy knows he would be an awful father, it is hard to remember it when he is pounding into his wife’s wet pussy. He adores watching his come fill you up, and you adore the sensation of it overflowing out of your pussy. (He definitely licks you clean after it).

— He loved how easily you teared up. You were so sensitive. When he is done with you, the makeup that adorned your pretty face always looks smudged.

— Sometimes, in another one of your fancy dinners, you make sure to wear one of his favorite dresses with nothing underneath. Opening your legs under the table for him to enjoy. From time to time, you wore a vibrator in public events. Roman loves seeing you try to compose yourself in front of everyone. How red your face gets. How raspy are the words that come out of your mumbling mouth. If you behave well enough, he goes on his knees yet again and rewards you at the venue’s bathroom.

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Notes: Hello Anon! I really tried with this one! It’s my first time writing any type of smut. Hope you enjoyed it. It ended up being something a bit different from what you asked. But thank you so much for taking time to read my Roman posts. I’ve been missing the succession fandom so much. Take care! - Sidey xoox

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blackhakumen · 5 months ago

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Mini Fanfic #1242: Birthday Date Night Surprise (Persona 5 X SSBU)

6:30 p.m. at Ann and Shiho's Apartment.......

Ann: (Eyes Covered by her Girlfriend's Hands) Shihooooo!~ How much longer are you gonna keep covering my eyes for? I am this close to jumping up and down in excitement here!~

Shiho: Yeah, I rather you DON'T do that. You're wearing heels, remember?

Ann: All the more reasons to for me take 'em off. They've been a pain in the butt to walk through all day......You think you could give your poor Birthday Queen a nice foot massage? Pretty please?~

Shiho: (Giggles a Bit Rolls her Eyes) I'll think about~ Right after I show you this!~

As Shiho finally moves her hand away from her eyes, Ann drops all of her shopping bags down on the ground, before letting out a gasps and sparkling up in geunine surprise at the sight at what become of her living room. A small, rounded table sitting in the middle of the room, covered with pink fabric, a scented strawberry flavored candle sitting in the middle, two steaming take out containers sitting on both sides of the table, and red pedals scattered around the floor.

It's as if the whole room itself transformed into one mini romantic restaurant, but in the comforts of their very own home.

Ann: Oh.....my god.

Shiho: (Forms a Proud Smile on her Face) You like?~ I took the liberties to set up everything for our date night. (Smile Turns into a Sheepish as Shes the Side of her Head) Mostly due to every restaurant being booked full for the day......

Ann: Wait. Is that why you told me wait out in the halls minutes before coming back here and took me all around the town?- ('GASPS') Is that why you told me to dress all pretty like? In red!?~

Shiho: (Happily Nodded) Yes, yes, and yes!~ I gotta make the whole day somewhere. That and show off how gorgeous my queen truly is today- (Immediately Gets Pulled into a Very Loving Hug)

Ann: (Holds onto Shiho With a Excited Smile on her Face) Oh Shiho-Kins, you're too good for me!~ And you're far more gorgeous than I am, don't you dare try and deny it!!~ (Starts Kissing on Shiho's Cheek)

Shiho: (Giggles Ticklishly by her Birthday Queen's Kisses) I'll try~

?????: ('Ahem')

The couple looks down to see their Little Sunflower, Lucas, dress as a waiter with his hair slicked back.

Lucas: (Bows at Ann and Shiho While Speaking Fancy Like) Good evening, my good madam.

Ann: (Happily Squeals at the Young Waiter in Front of her and Shiho) Lucas!~ (Picks Lucas Up and Hugs Him) Look at you all handsome and gentlemanly like~ Are you gonna be our waiter for the night?

Lucas: (Giggles Softly Before Nodding his Head) Yep!~ Only for your birthday. I even managed to help Big Sis Shiho set everything up inside for you too.

Shiho: It's true. I wouldn't nearly have it all done in time if it weren't him. (Playfully Pulls on Lucas' Cheek) Such a good little helper, you!~

Lucas: (Giggles Ticklishly) I-It's nothing, really!~ All in the days work. (Turns to Ann) I do hope you're having a good birthday so far though.

Ann: (Smiles Softly at Lucas) I am. It's a lot more eventful this time around. And I have you and your big sis to thank for that. (Gives Lucas a Big Kiss on the Cheek Before Putting him Back Down on his Feet) Now let's go get our chow down! (Walks into her Apartment, Taking Off her Heels, With Shiho and Lucas Following Behind) Your queen is starving right now.

Shiho: (Sighs While Playfully Rolls her Eyes) Even when you get older, you're still as impatient as ever, Ann Bear.

Ann: Well, excuse me for having a hunger and cravings of a blood hound these days, babe. (Starts Sniffing the Smell of the Food Sighing in Delight While Sitting on her Side of the Table) Especially if it's over something that smells THIS good!~ (Turns to Lucas) What's for dinner tonight, my good sir?~

Lucas: (Simply Nodded to Ann' s Request as he Wallks Himself Closerto the Table Himself) The Teriyaki Ramen Steak to Go Special. Ramen mixed with cuts of teriyaki steak, just as the name applies.

Ann: (Mouth Already Starts to Water) Tasty~ (Immediately Comes Back to Reality at the Realization) Wait. (Turns Back to her Little Waiter) Lucas, did you get yourself something to eat before coming here?

Lucas: (Simply Nodded) I did. It was the same thing you two are having. (Smiles Fondly) It was super yummy~

Ann: (Opens Up her To Go Box to See the Freshly Cooked Teriyaki Ramen Steak Inside) Oooh!~ It looks super yummy. (Picks Up her Chopsticks and Breaks it in Half) itadakimasu~

Ann uses the stick to pick the noddle and steak up from the box and eats it. Her smile widens into pure satisfaction within seconds later.

Ann: It even taste the part too!~ (Starts Enjoying anf Gobbling Up More of her Food Before Turning to Two of her Favorite People in Front of Her) ('Mmm~') Where did you guys get this? This is amazing!!~

Lucas: By that restaurant across a few streets from here. (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) I think it was called..."Osaka Arts"?

Ann: (Snaps her Finger as a Memory Comes to Her While Eating) Oh yeah. Is that new restaurant you guys told me you went to this Easter, right? Always thought about going there myself.

Shiho: We'll all go together someday- (Playfully Raises an Eyebrow) IF you quit speaking with that mouth full of yours, missy. (Finally Begins to Eat her Food)

Ann: (Let's Out an Exaggerated Groan) Ugggh! Okay, mom! I'm gonna. (Resumes Devouring the Rest of her Food)

Few Minutes of Dinner Later......

Ann: (Lays Herself Back From the Table as She Place her Hands on her Tummy, Stuffed and Satisfied) Ahhhhhh yeeeeeaaaah~

Lucas: (Tries his Hardest Not to Let Out a Single Laugh)

Shiho: (Already Smirking a Bit) Did that hit the spot, 'hon?

Ann: Definitely~ (Accidently Letting Out a Single Burp Before Blushing and Covering her Mouth with an Awkward Grin on her Face) Excuse me.

Lucas: (Starts Giggling Again)

Shiho: (Sighs as Presents Lucas to....) The lady of my lady, Lucas.

Lucas: What a silly lady you have there, huh?~

Shiho: Ohh, you don't have slightly idea, kiddo~

Ann: (Starts Pouting at the Duo in Front of her) Hey! My ears can hear you dorks perfectly over there, ya know?

Lucas: (Starta Smiling Brightly) Oh we know~

Shiho: (Smirk Grows Wider) We just like to do a little gossiping every now and then~

Lucas: Yeah, especially about the most beautiful birthday queen in all of Shiyuba, such as yourself~

Shiho: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Mmhmm~

Ann: Yeah, well, gossiping sucks! (Starts Turning Away with her Arms Crossed).....But your compliment to your highness this evening, is very sweet and serviceable, so I'll let it slide for now. (Points Two her Fingers at her Eyes and Then at Both Shiho and Lucas) Got my eyes on you cuties. (Slowly Pulls her Phone Up to her Face as She Starts Texting Away)

Shiho: (Snickers a Bit) God, I love that lady so much~

Lucas: Me too. (Starts Whispering into Shiho's Ear) Are you still nervous to do the you know what?

Shiho: ('Sigh') Yeah, only a little bit. (Forms a Confident Smile on her Face) But I didn't made it as far as I did just to back out of it now, am I right?

Lucas: Exactly! (Gives his Big Sis Shiho a Reassuring Smile) Try and stay calm all the way through by then. I believe in you.

Shiho: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) Thank you, Lucas. (Gives Lucas a Quick Peck on the Side of his Head) Now, go get the cake ready for her, will ya?

Lucas: (Salutes to Shiho) Right away, ma'am!

Shiho: (Watches Lucas Make his Way to the Refrigerator Before Turning Back to her Girlfriend) Say, Ann-Bear, do you think that stomach of yours has one more room for dessert tonight?

Ann: (Immediately Stops her Phone Texting and Look Back Up to Ann With Widened Up Eyes) Dessert? (Giddying with Excitement) Gimme Gimme Gimme!!~

Lucas places the plate of Ann's slice of cake and a fork down on the table in front of her.

Ann: ('GAAAASPS') Is that what I think it is!?~

Shiho: (Forms a Proud Grin on her Face) The all new Strawberry and Cherry Cheesecake? Yes. Yes, it is. Managed to get the very last slice from the café earlier today, without you even noticing.

Ann: Shiho, I love you forever, let's dig in!~ (Uses her Fork to Take a Small Piece of the Cake and Eats It Before Enjoying the Taste Entirely) ('Mmmmm') The girls are right. This IS the cheesecake in town!~ (Notices Something Shiny Sitting Slightly Inside of the Edge of the Cake) What's this?

Ann then takes it out of the cake, revealing itself to be silver ring with a blue colored birthstone, in shape of a heart.

Ann: (Places the Ring Down on the Palm of her Hand as She Starts Staring at it in Awe) (A ring.....It looks so pretty....But...wait. How come it got my exact birthstone? And why was it on the first....place......)

Ann's eyes slowly starts to widen up once more as she starts putting two and two together, significantly the moment when she notices the word 'Love' crested onto the ring itself.

Ann: (No.....D-Don't tell me-)

Shiho: Ann Takamaki-

Ann: (Turns and Jumps Out of her Seat and Covering her Mouth in Shock at the Sight of her Girlfriend Kneeling Down to her on One Knee) OH MY GOD!

Shiho: (Giggles a Bit Awkwardly) S-Sorry!~ Didn't mean to scare you like that. (Starts Rubbing The Back of her Head Back and Forth) I figured the moment you found the ring is the time i made move. (Let's Out Another Chuckle) Y-You don't mind if I continue, right?

Ann quickly shakes her head as tears are starting to build up and fall down from her eyes.

Shiho: ('Sighs in Relief') Okay, good. Thank you. ('Clears Throat') Ann Takamaki, ever since the very first day we've met, I've always admire how beautiful, sweet, and far more confident than i ever was growing up, before and after we became friends. You have always done everything you could to try and help me out, even when I didn't think i ever I needed any help back then. Even when I am at my very lowest, you were always there, helping me overtime it every step of the way and I cannot be anymore thankful for that than I already am right now.

Shiho starts tearing up as well, trying absolutely hardest to not to end up crying mid sentence and pull through to the very end of the proposal.

Shiho: So...('Sniff') When you first told me that you have feelings for me, I admit my feelings and started dating by then, it- ('Sniff') really made my heart flutter to great heights, made me more and more happier as the day keeps going by, no matter how crappy, confusing, frustrating, and depressing life gets from there for me! ('Sniff') You're practically the sunshine above my rainy days- (Giggles Wetly) And it's amazing, you know?

Lucas smiles very fondly at the whole scene as he wipes away a single tear from his eyes.

Shiho: (Gently Grab Hold of Ann's Hand) ('Sniff') Look, the bottom line in all of this is that....('Sniff') I love you, Ann. I love you so, so, SOOO freaking much that it hurts sometimes, but in a good way. ('Sniff') And I wanna be with you for rest of life!~ ('Sniff') I mean, granted we're already living happily in this apartment a good while now, but I want this to be official, you know? ('Sniff') So from the bottom of my heart, from deepest depths of my body and soul, will you-

Ann: YES! (Smiles Very Tearfully as She Jumps Up and Down, Holding onto Shiho's Hand) YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!!!

Lucas: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Wow. That's so many yeses.

Shiho: (Snickers a Bit as She Uses her Free Arm to Wipe the Tears of her Face) She didn't even let me finish the question....

Ann: (Starts Snickering as She Tries Wiping her Tears as Well) I'm sorry!~ Didn't mean to jump the gun like that. ('Sniff') Thks is just the happiest day in my life right now! And YOU, Shiho Suzui, had made me the most happiest woman in the world just by being a part my life in the first place and loving me~ ('Sniff') And I always dreamed of us being engaged, but I didn't think it ever become a reality until now! ('Sniff') Well, screw it, I'm glad this is happen, I want in!!

Ann looks down at her newly announced fiance with a very sincere, loving (and still tearful) smile present all over her beautiful face.

Ann: Please marry me, baby~

Shiho: (Giggles Softly as She Gets Herself Up From the Floor) That's the plan. No looking back.

Ann: Yeah.

Shiho puts the ring on Ann's finger before the two shared a heartwarming hug with one another, followed that up by a loving kiss on the lips.

Ann: (Happily Shows the Ring to her Little Sunflower) Look, Lucas! Your big sisters are finally gonna get hitched!~

Lucas: (Giggles Softly as He Applauds to Both his Big Sister Figures) I know!~ I'm so happy for you two. Just like how I'm happy to be your Offical Flower Boy!

Ann: Yeah- (Eyes Widened Yet Again) Wait what? (Turns Back to her Fiance) Shiho, did I just hear that right?

Shiho: (Happily Nodded) Indeed you did~ I appointed Lucas to that role months ago.

Lucas: (Smiles Sheepishly) I'll try my very best not to mess up for everyone, you guys especially.

Ann: Baby, no. Don't you ever think that again. (Walks Over Lucas Before Squatting herself Down to his Height Level and Place her Hands on Both his Shoulders) You are going to be the very Best Flower Boy our world and Smash Town will ever see on that wedding scene and if anyone got a problem with that, lemme know and I'll beat 'em up real good!

Lucas: (Starts Giggling Some More) No, don't do that!~ But thank you though. It means a lot that you believe in me.

Ann: (Gets Herself Back Up as Picks Lucas Up Once More) No problem!~ I'll always believe in you, kiddo. (Boops on Lucas' Nose) Just like how I believe that we're gonna throw ourselves the most breath-taking wedding imagine in the near future! And hopefully have one that isn't too expensive to buy.

Shiho: We could have Momma Peach help get everything situated for us like she will for Makoto and Ren's wedding.

Ann: (Starts Nodding to the Idea) Yeah, that sounds like a pretty good idea alr- (Eyes Suddenly Widened Back Up in Complete Shock) HOLD THE FREAKING PHONE!?

Lucas: ('GAAAAAAAASPS')

Ann: REN AND MAKOTO ARE FINALLY GETTING MARRIED TOO!?

Shiho: (Happily Nodded) Yep, hopefully. The Queen and I helped each other out on buying our respective rings for you guys and get this: SHE'S the one who's gonna do the proposing.

Lucas: (Happily Claps his Hands) That's amazing!~ I'm happy for the two of them as well!~

Ann: (Almost at a Loss for Words) ...........Ryuji owes so much money. But first, we gotta tell everyone about the news! (Starts Tearing Up Again) ('Sniff') How I'm engaged to the most beautiful girl in the world~

Ann wipes her tears away while Lucas gently pats her shoulder in a reassuring manner.

Shiho: (Gives Ann a Reassuring Smile) How about we sit back, watch a movie, and relax for a bit first? It could help take a break from crying for a while. Also, please keep the Makoto's propsal thing to Ren until further notice, alright? You too, Lucas. This is between all three of us.

Ann: (Happily Nodded to the Agreement) Yeah, we won't say anything. (Turns to Lucas) Right, Lucas.

Lucas hovers his finger and thumbs over to the left and throws the imaginary zipper behind him before happily giving Shiho the thumbs up.

Shiho: Good. Now, what are we watching first?

Happy Birthday, Ann Takamaki!!

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1776leo · 4 months ago

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"First Time for Everything: A Wild 30th Birthday in Vegas"

Turning 30 felt like a milestone worth celebrating, so my wife Harmony and I decided to go all out: Vegas, baby! It was our first time on a plane, first trip to Vegas, first burlesque show, first strip club… basically a list of “firsts” longer than a CVS receipt.

The adventure began with us boarding a plane like nervous teens on their first roller coaster. Harmony clutched my arm, and I whispered, “If we crash, at least we’ll die before our credit card bill does.” Takeoff felt like being shot out of a cannon. I screamed internally, while Harmony looked like she was calculating how much parachutes might cost. But hey, we survived — first flight, checked off!

We landed in Vegas and were immediately greeted by neon lights, airport slot machines, and Elvis impersonators... at the baggage claim. Talk about setting the mood.

We checked into our hotel, gawked at the massive casino, and immediately got lost trying to find our room. Vegas hotels are like IKEA mazes but with fewer Swedish meatballs. After eventually finding our room (with the help of three maps and a confused bellhop), we hit the Strip.

We strolled past the Bellagio fountains, which were so majestic I briefly considered baptizing myself in their waters. The Eiffel Tower at Paris Las Vegas loomed over us, making me feel like we were somehow on a budget trip to France. We even took a detour into Caesars Palace, where I half-expected to see Julius Caesar himself offering us free drinks.

Dinner was at a fancy Italian restaurant where the pasta was so good I proposed to my plate. Harmony said she felt "emotionally connected" to her tiramisu, which was fair — that dessert was life-changing.

Then came the burlesque show — a whirlwind of feathers, sequins, and jaw-dropping performances. I’m pretty sure Harmony and I blushed so hard we provided half the stage lighting. Next up was the strip club. Let's just say we learned two important lessons there: one, Vegas dancers are true athletes, and two, Harmony's “make it rain” are on point.

As if that wasn’t enough, we decided to commemorate the trip with tattoos. Harmony got a baby elephant

Are these april. I got... well, let’s just say the tattoo artist talked me out of getting “Vegas Baby!” across my forehead.

By the time we stumbled back to our hotel, exhausted but exhilarated, we realized Vegas wasn’t just a trip — it was a rite of passage. My 30th birthday was unforgettable, full of laughter, adrenaline, and a few things best left to the Vegas vault.

#art #cute #vagas #happy birthday #fun times #love #storytime #story

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julietashton · 2 years ago

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it’s hard to be anywhere these days (when all i want is you) - two

part one.

two.

Five months went by monotonously. He attended classes, he studied and wrote essays. He patrolled and put criminals in jail. He went to see May without ever entering her room. He ignored Tony’s messages. He ghosted Ned. He received Sophia’s wedding invitation and, later that same day, beat a bad guy that didn’t really deserve it into a pulp.

There was a girl in one of his classes that made eyes at him. He wasn’t one to notice those things, but she wasn’t being very subtle and, in a moment of desperation for human interaction, he asked her out. Carlie, as her name turned out to be, took him home after a pleasant dinner and kicked him out the very next morning saying she’d had a nice time but wasn’t looking for anything serious. Peter felt both empty and relieved.

It bothered him, that emptiness; after all, that had been his goal all along, to be on his own, and his efforts were working. May hadn’t still remembered him. Ned had gone radio silent for weeks. Tony kept calling but it would only be a matter of time until he got the message. And Sophia—

I gave up on you a long time ago.

Good. Good for her.

And yet, the words haunted him. They kept him up at night. They carved a crater inside his chest every time he remembered them.

I can’t help you if you won’t help yourself.

He didn’t need help. He was fine. It was all working out exactly the way he had planned it.

***

The fragile tranquillity and isolation he’d found ended when Mysterio came into the scene.

At first, he’d been the support he’d needed, the friend he’d been desperately craving. The Europe trip had been a distraction from the loneliness he was experiencing at home.

He shouldn’t have been surprised when everything turned to shit and his psyche ended up even more fucked up that it already had been.

It said a lot about his mental and emotional state that he’d felt safe in the Dutch prison. At least, no one there knew who he was, and being dead to the rest of the world was a strangely nice notion he could get on board with.

And then, Sophia showed up.

The look on her face gave away how unimpressed she was by the whole thing, especially when Peter was brought to her in that dirty orange soccer shirt, smelling like cow’s shit.

“Can you walk?” was all she said.

Barely, he thought, but nodded instead.

Without saying anything else, Sophia turned and walked out of the forsaken place, clearly expecting him to follow. He knew better than to argue or protest; besides, the shock at the sight of her was so great he couldn’t have said anything.

The Quinjet was parked in the outskirts of the village, in a colourful field of tulips. Peter had never seen anything so beautiful except for the woman walking ahead of him with an unreadable expression on her face.

“Is it really you?” he dared to ask in a whisper, before getting inside the jet.

Sophia stopped and turned to stare at him. “It’s been five months since my father’s birthday. Have I really changed that much since then?”

His heart raced but he still asked, “What did you say to me then?”

“I said many things.”

“Tell me one of them.”

She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes slightly. “I called you stupid for thinking pushing people away would keep them safe.”

Peter drew in a sharp breath, and he almost collapsed from the relief. Without even thinking, and ignoring all the complaints he got from his wounds, he closed the distance between them and threw his arms around her.

It hit him then that this couldn’t have been Mysterio. Not even his fancy illusion could have faked her scent, or her warmth, or the intensity of her eyes.

“It’s really you,” he sobbed like a little kid, hiding his face in her shoulder as he cried. “Thank God, thank God it’s really you. Thank God you’re safe.”

Sophia froze, evidently not having expected his reaction—or his breakdown. It took her a few moments to get out of her shock and hesitatingly return the embrace. Peter shivered when he felt her hands rubbing his back softly.

“It’s going to be okay,” she whispered. “We’re both safe.”

***

The Quinjet had a small shower because, well, it belonged to Tony Stark after all.

Sophia helped him take off the orange shirt and get out of the suit he was still wearing underneath, leaving him only in his boxers. Then, she cleaned him up with the shower headset; her fingers massaged his scalp while she washed the dirt and blood away, the hot water on his skin helping him to ease the pain in his bones and muscles.

They didn’t exchange any words during all of that; Sophia looked very busy on her task, and Peter was simply too tired to speak. He was also enjoying her touch and presence way too much, and he didn’t want to say anything to make her mad and drive her away.

Once he was decent, she left for a moment to find clothes for him. She came back with a pair of sweatpants and a band t-shirt that clearly had belonged to Tony. She didn’t let him put on the t-shirt though, and proceeded to stitch him up, also in silence.

The pain was rather unbearable, but there was a small mirror in front of him, and he distracted himself from the stitches by observing her as she worked diligently on his wound.

Sophia was in washed-out jeans, white sneakers and a band t-shirt of her own. Her hair was down, with only a clip on one side to keep her long fringe away from her face. He couldn’t imagine what she’d been doing before she had to fly all the way to a godforsaken Dutch village in search of him.

“How did you know where I was?” Peter asked, his voice coming out hoarse.

“I was visiting Dad when your protocols went off,” she told him without looking up from her task.

“I thought I had disabled those,” he frowned before hissing in pain and throwing Sophia a resentful look.

She didn’t even apologise. “You should know better than to think you can trick him with that shit.”

Peter winced. “So he is aware of—”

“Of course not,” she huffed. “I asked FRIDAY not to tell him. He would have wanted to suit up and come for you… so I took the Quinjet and came myself.”

He didn’t say anything for a while, her words making him incredibly emotional and guilty. Even after everything he’d done, Tony still had protocols for him, he was still willing to come for him if he was in trouble.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, quickly rubbing his eyes to dry the tears that wanted to come out. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

Sophia didn’t reply, but he saw the scowl on her face through the mirror.

She worked in silence for another while until she announced she was done and carefully put on a bandage, to cover the stitches. He observed her with a lump in his throat.

“Soph…”

She flinched at the nickname and gritted her teeth before throwing Tony’s t-shirt at him so he could get dressed.

“I’ll make you something to eat,” she ground out before leaving the small bathroom.

Peter took a few moments to himself before he followed her, looking at his face in the mirror. Even if some of his wounds were already healing, he still looked like absolute shit, because there was more there than evident physical exhaustion. The expression in his eyes was dead, and he could barely recognise himself.

Sophia was waiting for him in one of the seats, a plate of food sitting at the table in front of her. Peter sat in the opposite seat and began eating in silence under her watchful eyes. He didn’t realise how hungry he’d been until the first bite of food touched his mouth.

She waited until he’d finished to begin the interrogation.

“What the fuck is going on?” she asked without beating around the bush.

And Peter started spilling out everything, from the reason he’d accepted to study abroad for a semester—to escape his loneliness, basically—to meeting Mysterio, to being tricked and betrayed by him, to every single one of the illusions Mysterio had fabricated for him, including the ones about her.

Sophia kept quiet through all of it, keeping her expression carefully guarded, until he got to the part where he’d been defeated in Berlin.

“You’re telling me you’ve been hit by a train?” she gasped, palling in a way he hadn’t seen in a long time. “That wound in your back is from a bloody train?”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, I managed to climb it up. I must have passed out in one of the cars, which is probably how I ended up in that prison.”

She gaped at him. “Peter, you could have died.”

“I’ve been dead before. It wasn’t that bad,” he joked weakly, which was clearly the wrong thing to say, because her face turned even whiter. “Sorry.”

Sophia stood up from her seat and gave her back to him. Her shoulders screamed tension, and Peter could hear the rapid beating of her anxious heart.

“Do you realise—” she began in a shaky voice, “that even if you push people away, that doesn’t guarantee they will stop caring about you?”

He gulped down. “Tony doesn’t need to find out—”

“I’m not talking about my father,” she snapped, turning to look at him brusquely. There were tears in her eyes, even if her cheeks were red in evident frustration. “I’m talking about me. How can you speak about dying so lightly when I have flown across the world to make sure you were still alive?”

Peter felt sick, knowing that he would have lost it if it had been the other way around. When he thought about the Blip, he was so glad it hadn’t been him in Sophia’s position that it was easy to forget she actually knew what it was like to experience his death, even if he’d been gone for only six months before the Avengers brought everybody back. Sophia was so strong all the time, so confident, that her trauma was sometimes overlooked.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, taking a hesitant step towards her. “I didn’t think about it.”

“But that’s the thing, isn’t it?” Sophia laughed dryly. “You don’t think about the people that care about you at all.”

“That’s not true and you know it,” Peter said with a frown. “Everything I do is to keep you safe. You may not agree with my methods, but all I think about is your well-being.”

“And do you think we are all well and happy without you in our lives?” she shook her head. “You always think about your losses, Peter. What about ours? Because, in a way, we have lost you.”

His eyes burnt, and his hands started shaking. She was right, he couldn’t deny she was right, but he was too scared.

“You’re better off without me, Soph,” Peter said quietly. “You may not see it now, but you will eventually. Tony will have one less thing to worry about, May will not even remember all the trouble I’ve caused her, and you—” he looked away, his throat closing. “You’ve already given up on me, you’ve said it yourself. Aren’t you happier?”

Sophia smiled bitterly. “Do I look happier?”

Peter stared at her properly and without restraint for the first time in what felt like forever. She was paler and thinner, her eyes duller and no longer sparkling mischievously—but then again, she wasn’t in the best situation right now.

“You’re getting married,” he said weakly. “That’s a good thing.”

She crossed her arms, her eyes pointedly on his. “Is it?”

He couldn’t hold her gaze. “Aren’t you happy about that?”

“One thing doesn’t cancel the other out, Peter,” she replied sharply. “You were one of the most important people in my life. I thought you were dead for six months and I mourned you…” She drew in a sharp breath, her bottom lip trembling. “And then you came back, and you pushed me away. I was the first person you pushed away—was that because I was the easiest to dispose of?”

His brain broke down, and he was left speechless, unable to believe her train of thought. It felt like a dagger through the heart to imagine she could believe that.

“What?” he let out brokenly. He couldn’t even recognise his voice. “Is that—Is that what you think?”

Sophia didn’t bother to reply, which was answer enough. He would have laughed at the horror if he could even remember how to do that. He’d been drained out of everything, and all he could feel was a deep-rooted exhaustion and sadness.

“You couldn’t be more wrong,” Peter stated, making her look up. “I pushed you away first because I knew that if I could do it with you, then I could do it with the rest.”

She frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I had to break my heart beyond repair first in order to do what I had to do, Sophia,” he explained, the sorrow and frustration entwined in his tone. “If I had saved you for last, then I wouldn’t have been able to go through with it. I would have found an excuse along the way—I would have convinced myself that I didn’t have to do it. The longer I waited with you, the harder it would be.”

Her tears were falling freely down her cheeks by the time he finished. He probably was crying too, if the blurriness in his eyes was any indication of it, but he couldn’t focus on anything that wasn’t her.

“So, no,” Peter went on with a sad smile. “You weren’t the easiest to dispose of; on the contrary, pushing you away was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I can’t—I can’t even put into words how much I miss you… every day, all the time.” He inhaled some air and even that hurt. “And I know you won’t like this, but I would throw myself under that train again if that meant you would be here with—”

“No,” she cut him off, angrily wiping her tears away and glaring at him. “Shut up. Shut up. You never told me that—what are you even saying? You—”

“I love you,” he whispered but it was loud and clear enough. “I have been in love with you since the moment I met you, and I don’t think that’s ever going to change. I’m sorry.”

She was absolutely astonished by his confession, as if his feelings for her weren’t the most obvious thing in the world. He’d always been bad at hiding his emotions, and the way he felt for her had always been at another level entirely.

“You are—You are apologising?” Sophia cried out after a few moments of shocked silence, stomping his way and getting on his face. “After telling me you love me and all that—all that bullshit?”

Peter simply stared at her, taking in the fire in her wet eyes, the red of her cheeks, the trembling of her body. Her sweet perfume enveloped him and his head spun.

Yes. I love you. I love you. I love you.

“How dare you, Peter Parker?” she snarled, stabbing him with her finger accusatively. “How dare you tell me this after all these years? After you almost died again?”

“Soph…” he tried to speak; to say what, he didn’t know, but it didn’t matter in the end.

Because Sophia slanted her mouth over his and kissed him.

Peter hadn’t been expecting that in a million years, and the shock left him incapacitated to react for a few seconds—until her fingers curled around the hairs on his nape and pulled him closer to her.

And Peter utterly and completely lost it.

It was a burst of light, blinding the darkness that had been hanging over him; something akin to the way he’d felt the first time he’d jumped off a building after he’d got his powers. He forgot all about his wounds, about his cuts and bruises. He even forgot all about his plans to keep her away—a plan that he’d been trying to maintain for years. It all flew his mind as if it had never been there, and he could only focus on the feeling of her.

She was everything; all silk and warmth, encaging him in a whirlwind of light and goodness, chasing away the shadows that had been looming over him. His heart thumped like a drum against hers, starved and needy for her, becoming alive in a way it hadn’t been since before the Blip.

“Soph…” he rasped out, feeling high and desperate; eyes still shut.

His lips parted, his senses reeling with the taste and smell and feel of her. He tangled his hands in her hair as he brought her closer, wanting to fuse them together and never let go. She was giving him air after not being able to breathe, she was his oasis in the desert, the only beacon of light in the middle of a dark sea.

And he couldn’t get enough. He’d been deprived of her for too long.

Sophia threw an arm around his neck, her other hand cupping his jaw. “Shut up,” she mumbled, biting on his lips. “Shut up and kiss me.”

Peter could only moan and oblige.

three.

#peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker x ofc #mcu!peter x reader #peter parker x stark!reader #tom holland imagine #marvel fanfiction #mywriting

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rorywritesjunk · 8 months ago

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(funny story I started writing this for fun, didn't keep working it, but kept it. Now it will be used for Day 7 "Fancy". Set during the original kid Buggy fic I wrote that introduced Sunny. Both inspired by @hey-august writing the birthday fic for me back in March and then also my own lazy cooking of hotdogs)

"You're cooking hotdogs?!"

Sunny looked down at the little boy beside her, his mouth open in amazement and eyes wide as she cut one in half.

"I am!" She smiled as his face lit up with excitement.

"Really?!"

"Yes, really." Sunny chuckled softly as she continued cutting the rest in half. "I thought it would be good for lunch."

"I love hotdogs!" He exclaimed as Sunny did some extra cuts on a few pieces before tossing them into a bowl. "What are you doing now?"

"I'm going to add some salt and pepper before tossing them into the skillet." She explained as she picked a piece up to show him. It was cut like a little octopus and his eyes widened even further. "And I thought this would be cute."

"Is food supposed to be cute?" He asked as she tossed in a bit of olive oil into the bowl before adding salt and pepper. "You're supposed to just eat it."

"Food can be cute."

"Seems... Fancy." He said as he watched toss the chopped hot dog and hot dog octopuses. She picked the bowl up and knelt down in front of him. He looked at her with a frown.

"You wanna mix it?" She asked. "I think food is fancier when people help, not to mention it always tastes better when others help."

He looked a little unsure but she handed him the wooden spoon to mix it. Buggy didn't want to mess it all up but Sunny was smiling at him and encouraging him so he gave the bowl a few stirs, making sure he did the best job ever.

"Good job!" Sunny told him as he kept mixing it. "Should we add anything else? Onion or maybe some garlic?"

Buggy thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. "This is fine."

"Alright." She straightened back up and started to heat the skillet up. "I think this will be a good lunch. I'll do something fancy for dinner."

"Like what?" He asked as he grabbed a chair and dragged it over so he could watch the food cook. "More hot dogs?"

"Um... No, maybe?" She chuckled. "Would you want hotdogs again?"

"Yes!" Buggy insisted. "It's my favorite food, Sunny! I could eat it every day!"

Sunny smiled before she poured the food into the skillet. Her husband was the same way. There were some things he would eat all the time if she let him. She was glad she was in charge of the meals since Buggy ate anything she fed him.

"Maybe we can have some with dinner." She suggested as she let the hotdog cuts sizzle in the skillet. "I have some vegetables to roast up, so this would go well with it. How does that sound?"

Buggy looked down at the skillet, watching one of the little hotdog octopuses bounce around on the hot skillet. He frowned and looked up at her.

"Are you going to cut the food into animals and fishes again?" He asked.

"If you don't want me to-"

"No! I want you to!" He said. "Will it make dinner fancy? I think we should have a fancy dinner. You deserve it, Sunny."

"Yea?" She smiled as she flipped a few of the pieces over on the hot skillet. "I think I can manage that, but I may need some help, okay? Can you help me with dinner tonight?"

He nodded, grinning wide as she handed him the spoon as her other hand held onto the skillet. She took his hand in hers, directing him on how to move the food around to keep it from burning. He glanced up at her before looking back at the food. He took a chance and leaned into her a bit, letting his head rest against her arm. Buggy hoped there would be other opportunities to cook dinner with Sunny while he stayed with her.

Maybe it could be a fancy dinner each time.

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #sunny x buggy #bugust fic

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highlady-sorcha · 2 years ago

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Happy Birthday (Azriel x OC) (Mature)

Hey guys, I had a bit of a lonely birthday today, and wrote some utter filth to cheer myself up. This is complete garbage, but I thought someone might enjoy some filth between Azriel and my OC, Sorcha.

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Sorcha Nightchase was determined to skip her birthday this year. It was just depressing. After being Made, and no longer a human, what was the point of celebrating aging? Aging meant nothing now. It was just a reminder that and endless length of time stretched ahead of her, and she had no idea what to do with all the years that stared her in the face.

Feyre had drug her out of bed that morning though with a plate of muffins. A candle was stuck in the center one. By the time Sorcha gave in to Feyre’s proddings and obnoxious singing, the candle had slumped sideways and was dripping wax over the muffin next to it.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” Sorcha groaned, sitting up in bed.

“Because,” Feyre said, shoving the plate of muffins into her friend’s lap.

Sorcha stared down at the plate. The candle burned so low that the sugar sprinkled across the top of the middle one started to turn brown.

“Well, blow it out.” Feyre flapped her hand in the direction of the plate as she whirled towards the window in a flurry of skirts.

Sorcha scrubbed the sleep from her eyes and blew the candle out before sitting the plate back on the bed. Her thick brown curls stood out in a bush around her head, and before she thought about it, Sorcha leaned to the nightstand, fumbling for her glasses.

Feyre wrenched the thick scarlet curtains open, flooding the room in late morning spring light. Birds twittered and the breeze that filtered in when Feyre threw the panes open was cloyingly sweet.

“Cauldron boil me..” Sorcha murmured as a frilly outfit appeared at the snap of Feyre’s fingers.

“Let’s get you dressed, I’ve got the whole day planned. You’re not going to lay around and be miserable.”

***

Azriel slowed his breathing, counting the seconds in and out. The knot of the tie at his throat felt too tight, the room too hot and the city too small.

Fancy dinners already weren’t his thing, and sitting around a table in a sweaty little restaurant across from the female he’d tear down the world for? No thanks. Maybe if she felt the same way… but she didn’t.

Az sighed and ran his hands up through his hair, destroying the careful style Mor had wrestled his short locks into.

It was one night. Only one meal that he’d have to see her and keep himself under control. Only one meal with those breasts staring him in the face, with the light glinting in her caramel eyes, that ass pulling against the fabric of her dress.

The room felt even hotter. Az groaned and braced himself against the thick marble top of the bathroom vanity.

A year. It had been a year now since Sorcha Nightchase dropped into their lives. A year since she showed up battered and bruised to Feyre’s damn art studio, and been taken in by the High Lady like a kicked puppy. Three hundred and sixty five days where he’d inhaled her sweet, honey scented, lavender laced scent. Fifty two weeks of icy showers and wrenching himself away from family gatherings before he grabbed her, ripped up her skirts and fucked her like a wild animal.

His breath was coming harder now, Azriel’s cock stirred against the tight confines of his pants.

“Cauldron boil me,” he hissed, unzipping his fly.

***

“Oh come on, you can handle another,” Feyre teased, shoving another drink into Sorcha’s hand. The bright blue liquid sloshed out of the hurricane glass as Sorcha took it. She grinned drunkenly at the high lady and shrugged.

“I am sooo fuckin drunk, but yea, what the hell.” Feyre laughed out loud and Nesta was giggling beside Azriel as she threw the straw on the table and drank the cocktail like it was a glass of water. Slamming it back down in front of her when she was finished.

“Damn Sorcha, do you take everything that well?” Cassian jeered.

Sorcha locked the general with those doe eyes of hers. The best she could, as drunk as she was. Her thickly lashed lids hung lower than they normally did, giving her a breathless, bedroom tousled look. As he’d predicted, her strapless dress hugged her figure in all the sinful ways he hated, but loved it for. The shadowsinger could barely look at her.

“Only when what I’m taking lasts for more than thirty seconds,” she shot back at Cass.

The table exploded in laughter, Cassian roared with humor, his face already a bright red from the several empty steins of beer that sat around his plate.

Az offered a tight smile as he fought for self control. Against every wish, his body responded instantly to Sorcha. And it raged against him at any mention of sex from her. Any innuendo, any whisper. Any thought.

Azriel looked away from her, out into the rest of the restaurant to distract himself. Not before he caught Rhysand’s eye. There was a knowing gleam in their dark purple depths. He grunted, pointedly ignoring the High Lord’s look.

The night drug on until Azriel was thinking about slamming his head into the table until he had a concussion for an excuse to leave. He could have sworn that as the night went on, her gaze flicked to him more and more often- whereas normally, he hardly sat in her peripheral. Sorcha’s scent seemed to grow stronger and stronger too. A restaurant should have been a safer place to be- the smell of food and sweat and so many people pressed into one space.

But the inner circle had been there so long that other patrons had gradually finished their meals and left. Az had been able to detect Sorcha’s sweet scent all night, pick out the whiff of it above all the other tangling smells. Now though, every breath he took tickled the inside of his nostrils and crept down the back of his throat and lingered there. He couldn’t escape her.

Then, she propped her face in her hand and stared directly across the table at him. Her cocktail glasses had been cleared away, and she’d stopped drinking. Too lost in the conversation to think about getting drunk. Although sober, a bright pink blush still painted the tops of her cheeks.

“And you know what I really want for my birthday?” Sorcha asked the table in general. Her eyes pinned Azriel to his seat. “I want this one to finally talk to me.” She said, her mouth twisting in a playfully cruel smile.

Cass, unlike Sorcha, had never stopped imbibing. The Illyrian laughed raucously, tipping his chair back before clapping a hand on Azriel’s shoulder. Cassian didn’t know his own strength when he was drunk. The force of it would have shattered a lesser male’s bones.

“Sorcha, you know why he doesn’t fuckin talk to you? You know why?” He laughed some more.

The rest of the table had fallen silent. Azriel was still as death itself. Nesta rested a hand on Cassian’s forearm, a silent warning.

Sorcha still had Azriel pinned in her gaze.

“Cass…” Rhys warned.

Cassian was too drunk to notice the tension that built around him. The air shifted around Az’s face as his shadows swept in like serpents of smoke, coiling around his shoulders.

“He doesn’t talk to you because he wants to fuck you!” Cassian shouted, laughing so hard tears leaked from the edges of his eyes. Still cackling, he grabbed his stomach and fell sideways out of his chair.

Nesta’s face was tense when she shot to her feet. She grabbed the general’s arm and looked over to Sorcha. “I’m sorry, he’s drunk. I’m taking him home… um, happy birthday!” Between one heartbeat and the next, Cassian and Nesta disappeared.

Azriel looked down at his hands. It had been a long time since he had felt so ashamed, embarrassed.

Once Cassian and Nesta winnowed away, to where she was surely about to hand his ass to him, the restaurant was painfully quiet. No one said anything for several minutes. Finally, Rhys cleared his throat.

“Well, Sorcha, I’m sorry that your birthday dinner ended that way.”

Sorcha shook her head, making herself busy with the fork in her hand. Suddenly, the pattern on the handle was possibly the most interesting thing in the world.

“Hey, it’s ok, he was just drunk.”

A growl rumbled in Rhys’ throat. “It’s not ok, he’s hundreds of years old and knows his limits with alcohol. He drank himself stupid tonight and ruined the meal.”

Sorcha didn’t reply at first. “I wouldn’t say he ruined the meal,” she said finally.

Azriel hesitated, but gradually lifted his gaze to Sorcha, across the table. She was leaned forward, her elbows on the table. The fork that had been so interesting earlier, she now twirled in lazy circles on the table top. Az swallowed a lump that formed suddenly in his throat. The way she sat gave him the perfect few of her full, heavy cleavage. He could feel his skin heat, his balls tightening. The shadows around his shoulders swirled faster, weaving in and around his head and arms. He could’ve sworn that hunger danced in Sorcha’s honeyed eyes, the caramel brown growing molten in their intensity.

Feyre stood from where she sat beside Sorcha. Silverware clattered when her thighs hit the table, standing so suddenly.

“Rhys, we really ought to get home to Nyx, we’ve been out a while now, and you know how Nyx likes to be tucked in at night,” the High Lady said with a nervous laugh.

Rhys opened his mouth, as if to argue before his face glazed over. Az watched the Lord and Lady argue mentally before Rhys wiped his mouth with the cloth napkin in his lap and neatly set it on his clean plate. He tilted his head smoothly in Sorcha’s direction.

“I’m afraid my mate is right, darling, we have been out much later than normal, and Nyx doesn’t like being kept waiting.”

Feyre leaned down and gave Sorcha a quick hug, the chiffon of her long midnight blue dress rustled. The High Lady pecked her on the cheek, telling Sorcha she’d see her the next morning at the studio before both of them disappeared in a wisp of night.

Only Azriel and Sorcha were left at the table. Empty dishes, smudged glasses and used silverware were their only neighbors.

Azriel was about to excuse himself, fly back to the river house and scream into his pillow when Sorcha cleared her throat.

“Is.. is that why you don’t talk to me?” She asked slowly.

Azriel met and held her gaze again. Gone was the catlike playfulness, the teasing look that had been there only moments before when Rhys and Feyre were still there.

He swallowed thickly. “Sorcha..”

“It’s ok, really. You don’t need to answer that, I shouldn’t have-“

“Yes.” Azriel said finally. His voice low and gravelly.

Sorcha’s thick eyebrows raised in surprise. Rising in a graceful arch towards her hairline.

“Hm.. well…” She said awkwardly, lapsing into silence.

At the same time, Azriel wanted to both die and dance. His shadows pooled around his ears, whispering that now was the perfect chance.

“I- I wish you’d found out differently but um,” Azriel felt like he was choking. How did Rhys and Cass do this? “I’ve… felt very strongly for you from the first time we met.”

Sorcha’s face curled into a smile, she glanced down at her lap before looking back at him.

“I like you too, Az, a lot. I’d like to fuck you too.” She said with a smile.

Azriel let an easy laugh slip out, trying to ignore the stirring in his cock. “Good to know, good to know. Would you maybe want to take a walk?” He suggested.

Sorcha’s face was absolutely feline, putting the fork she played with down. Her long nails seemed to curl like claws.

“Actually, I’d prefer to fly.”

***

Half an hour later, Azriel and Sorcha fell through the front door of her cottage. Nestled in the woods on the far edge of town, it’s simple white walls and green roof were exactly the place that Azriel wanted to be.

Sorcha panted against the juncture of his neck and shoulder, nipping at the skin there. Azriel groaned as he slammed the front door behind him hard enough that the stained glass tree in it rattled.

“Don’t break my fuckin’ door,” she said breathlessly, pulling back to look him in the face.

Azriel met her eye, his face mere inches from hers. His dark eyes glimmered in the low light from the lamps that flickered on around the sitting room. The shadowsinger snarled softly, his upper lip peeling back from his teeth. “I wouldn’t talk like that, if I were you.”

Sorcha laughed in his face, smirking at him. “Or what, bat boy?” She teased.

Heat scorched Azriel’s eyes, and he cracked a wicked smile. He lifted a hand and cradled the side of Sorcha’s face. “Because. I’ve had a damn long time to think about all the things I want to do to you, and I’m ready to do it all at once.” He growled.

Az ground his hips into Sorcha, his other hand at the small of her back, holding her in place. Her breathing hitched when she felt the length of him pressed into her stomach. She was so much bigger than she ever would’ve imagined.

She focused on his eyes, the golden night within them. And despite the shadows staring her down, she smirked right into the darkness. “Bring it on then,” Sorcha told him. Her voice dripped with challenge.

Before she could breathe, Azriel slammed her against the wall a few feet behind them. A picture fell off the wall and shattered on the floor. He ran his thumb over Sorcha’s bottom lip and rucked up her skirt with the other. The dress she wore fit her thick curves like a second skin, and in one motion her bottom half was exposed.

Sorcha gasped, and Azriel stuck his thumb in her mouth. “Suck,” he growled.

She closed her mouth around the digit as Az ran his other hand up her thigh. A low groan wrestled itself from her throat as the shadow singer’s hand grasped her ass, his other thumb hooking in her thong.

In one smooth motion, he ripped the leg of her panties and the fell to the floor beneath her. A wicked smile adorned his face as he slipped one scarred finger into her folds at the apex of her thighs. She cried around his thumb as he flicked her clit.

“That’s a good girl..” He growled, slipping another finger into her wetness. Az began to fuck her with two fingers, playing with her clit at the same time.

She wined and begged. Finally, he took his thumb out of her mouth and captured his lips with hers. He sucked and bit. Arousal coiled hotly in the bottom of Sorcha’s stomach. Her thighs twitched around the finger fucking he gave her.

Azriel broke their kiss- a long string of saliva strung between their lips. His were bright red, swollen from kissing.

“You’re going to come for me, Sorcha.” He purred. She nodded furiously, the heat mounting higher and higher.

He buried his face in her neck, nipping at the tender skin there.

“I’ve waited so fucking long for you, Sorcha,” he groaned into her supple flesh. “The first time I saw you in that art studio, you were bent over picking a pad of paper off the floor. Your thick ass was up in the air, and I wanted to just rip those gods damned pants off you and plunge my fat fucking cock in you right then and there. I wanted you bent over that damn stool, gripping the legs and begging for me to fill you up, to dump load after load of cum in that tight little pussy of yours.”

Sorcha panted, whined as the her climax neared. Her body was on fire, the world was on fire.

“Come for me, princess. Come on my fingers, then you’re going to lick it up and taste what I’ve been craving for an entire fucking year.” He snarled.

Sorcha screamed as her orgasm clanged through her, a wave crashing down and smothering everything in its path. Az still pumped his fingers inside her slick flesh, easing her through the orgasm, easing every last drop of her wetness from her.

When she was left mewling like a kitten against his lips, he pulled his fingers from the apex of her thighs and ran them over her mouth. She parted her lips and took his fingers in. The scarred skin drug across the soft skin of her tongue.

“That’s it, that’s it. Good girl. Taste what a slut you are for me.” He murmured, watching her suck her wetness from his hand. His eyes were darker than she’d ever seen them. A halo of shadows swirled around his hear. Azriel was every bit the king of shadows, straight from hell that anyone outside the court believed him to be.

Sorcha felt wetness running down her thighs as Azriel pulled his fingers from her mouth.

“Now, since it’s your birthday, I’ll be extra nice to you.” Azriel raised one hand and snapped his fingers. The shadows from around his head darted to Sorcha’s wrists and ankles, wrenching them away from her sides, and where her ankles ground together. They lifted her off the ground, bringing her almost eye level with Az, and pinned her to the wall.

Azriel grinned like a fiend. “If it wasn’t your birthday, I’d have you on your knees, and you’d be worshipping my cock. But, I guess I’ll give you a gift instead.”

Sorcha panted as Azriel palmed the enormous bulge at his waist. Slowly, torturously, he undid the button of his pants, unzipping the fly. Az pushed his boxers down, and his enormous cock sprang free. The bright red tip already glistening with precum, and Sorcha hadn’t even touched him yet.

He marched forward several steps, stroking the full, veiny length of him. Sorcha’s eyes widened to teacup saucers. She’d never seen a man that thick. A drop of panic cooled some of the arousal in her belly, would she be able to take him?

The shadows held her to the wall as the shadowsinger approached. His lips crashed into hers, and he slid his hand between her thighs, testing her wetness before pulling her hips to him, and testing her entrance with the head of his cock.

He broke the kiss as he pushed into her. Not gently, but taking his time. Sorcha moaned as he slid in, taking his sweet time. She felt her cunt stretch around him, accepting every inch of his girth. Finally, he bottomed out. Sorcha was trembling, ready to beg her just to fuck him with that incredible cock when he pulled out suddenly and slammed back into her.

He fucked her against the wall until finally, his balls tightened, and he roared when his orgasm flooded into her.

“Happy Birthday, princess,” he whispered breathlessly in her ear.

#smut #azriel #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf

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rubyfire777 · 1 year ago

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personal update 9.30.2023 🌷🌻🌼🐛🦋🍀

good things that happened this week:

i took lily out for her early birthday dinner, since she was going to be out of town. we shared a fancy grilled cheese and an order of scotch eggs at a fantasy themed bar ❤❤❤

we got to hang out really late together before her really early flight. we watched fallen angels which was a really beautiful movie, then g4m3rs which was not a beautiful movie but was still fun to watch with her. we snuggled a lot 🥺❤❤❤ i ended up falling asleep before she had to get ready to go but only for a couple hours, and i was able to wake up to (coherently) say goodbye and that i love her and give her a kiss :)

i prepped a big meal that was kind of a mess but ended up being really good and feeding me for several days without having to worry

movie night with quint! the movie we watched, oldboy, disappointed but i was glad to watch it with him all the same

i had a very efficient chores day on thursday where i got lots done and pretty much cleaned the whole house. i felt really accomplished without feeling like i pushed it too hard

i finished up a chunk of writing ive been putting off! and feel a little more in the writing mood as a result

bowling night was just me and darren this week so we went to that really good barbecue place again instead of getting pizza and bowled a couple games and played some air hockey :)

hung out with my dad for a few hours on saturday! i got to show him f-zero 99 and talk to him about cool modern indies and eat pizza with him and be reminded of how much he has and continues to learn and grow. i feel very grateful that we've come so far and very happy that hes becoming a happier person

i had time to listen to lots of new stuff this week!! and some of it was really really good

my wife just generally having fun on her trip :) <333

noticing ptsd progress this week :)

new art experiences:

albums:

surgery (machinery of the human heart, 2022)

hang-ups (phone call, 2016)

shrapnel flux: veiled terminal (purity filter, 2022)

digital princess (keisari / turbo, 2019)

club angels ep (jensen interceptor & dj fuckoff, 2022)

mocomoco (plissh, 2011)

welcome to aloe island (aloe island posse, 2014)

blood eagle (sabrepulse, 2015)

platonic planet (koto, 2015)

bye bye teens lullaby (koto, 2018)

magical metamorphosis (ghost data, 2017)

movies:

fallen angels (dir. wong kar-wai, 1995)

g4m3rs: a documentary (dir. kiyash monsef, 2002)

oldboy (dir. park chan-wook, 2003)

#meant to post this yesterday i was just wiped and went to bed early lol #personal #/#food

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maddi-world · 2 months ago

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Feeling cared for

This week has been a hard week. For one, my week starts off with me learning I gained 2 pounds after working out and eating right for the past three weeks. That same day, my cuddle companion (pet rabbit), Snow flake got sick and died the next morning. The good news to all of this is I did not have to go into the office once this week. I took a sick day on Monday- just because I have sick days to spare- and on Wednesday, because I spent the whole night with my Snow flake as he slowly died. The rest of the days I was able to work remote. I have been grieving and definitely put the "eating healthy" crap to the side. I wanted comfort food and still do. During this week I felt sadness and pain. But I also felt so much love from my friends and family which was such a blessing. The first person I called about Snowflake is my mom. I sent her a picture of my baby and let her know that he passed away. Once she woke up and saw the text she called me. I was crying and she spoke words of comfort. She told me she would visit me today (Friday) and will hang out with us for a few hours. She sent me a small bouquet of flowers yesterday which made me feel like I am in her thoughts. I think she spoke to my sister because my sister came over yesterday with some dinner to spend time with Mason and I . She brought her children with her and brought Indian food and wine. I am so thankful for my family. We ate dinner together on the couch and talked. The kids played with each other and I felt comforted. I told her our mom will be coming over this Friday if she wanted to stop by again and she said she might.Im not really sure what we will do, but my mom said whatever I feel like doing, we will do. My dad called earlier yesterday morning and we spoke on the phone. He invited me for dinner this Sunday to watch the Super Bowl with him and his wife's family. He said his wife is decorating their house and preparing a feast for the occasion. They are rooting for the eagles so I need to buy an eagles shirt or some kind of merch for Mason and I today. I am happy I have plans this weekend and that my family showed up for me. My heart feels whole. Jessica checked in on me during the day snow flake passed - just because- I let her know what happened and she was sweet as well. She has been sending me funny reels on social media to help me feel better and has been checking in thoughtfully for a few days now. She even asked me if it would be helpful she orders food for us. I let her know that my sister brought some food and we will be going out this Friday. She is such a sweetheart. I didn't tell anyone else about my loss because I didn't want to keep repeating myself about what happened. but the small group of people that check in on me most days really made me feel cared for this week. I know I didn't bring Mason up at all in this post but he isn't really feeling the loss like I am. He didn't really bond with Snowflake as much as I did. I cuddled with him most nights on my bed and had many special moments with him seeing his little personality so I am a bit more heart broken. I have random spurts of crying moments and Mason has ben there hugging me and trying to comfort me with his words. he is adorable. Though I am heart broken, my loved one really showed up for me this week and I feel blessed. I am happy I will be spending time with mom today and I saw my sister yesterday. I am so lucky to have a good relationship with my sister. We used to fight so much as kids and now I can honestly say she is one of my best friends. We spoke a little bit about what we are doing for my birthday and I had no clue. I am not in the head space to figure that out. My birthday is on a Wednesday this year and I took the day off. I did let her know I wanted to eat at Riverhouse which is a fancy restaurant in New Hope so I told her to be prepared to go out Wednesday night. My sister said she will also keep that Saturday open to doing something with me to celebrate. I dont know what I would do without her.

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chrisevanslovesposts · 5 months ago

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Back where I came from

Charlie and Rooster were sat in the living room with Colt when they heard their fathers truck pull up. Charlie took a big sip of beer finishing it off then going to the kitchen and opening the fridge door as she heard her father.

"Rooster, Charlie, you home?" He called as he opened the door.

"Yes, sir. Living room!" Rooster called as he opened the door and Charlie grabbed the beer out of the fridge turning around and opening the beer waiting for her father's reaction.

"I thought one of you were gonna take a look at that tractor and try and see what was--." Beau started as he rubbed his eye.

"Check it out. Colt's home." Rooster said as Colt stood up and shrugged as Beau looked at Rooster and Charlie then looked back at Colt.

"What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were up in Canada playing amateur football." Beau asked taking his hat off and putting his hands on his lower back.

"Uh, semi-pro. Yeah, I was playing for the Saskatoon Cold. It's like the Miami Heat, except.... you know, cold." Colt said putting his hat on backwards as Beau gave an amused smile

"Yeah, we know. We also heard you got arrested for flashing Shania Twain while you were up there." Beau said as Charlie chuckled walking into the living room to stand by her father.

"How'd even you hear about that?" Colt scoffed while Rooster chuckled.

"It was in the paper. "Former high school phenom Colt Bennett shows Shania his Twain"." Rooster said as Charlie chuckled again.

"First time you made the front page since the state finals. I put it on the fridge." Beau smiled as he walked past Charlie and Colt to go to the stairs.

"All right, listen to this. I-- They got this hotel up there made entirely of ice, okay? And so, I'm a little drunk, and I... and I see this sweet ice sculpture of Wayne Gretzky. And naturally, I think, I could take a wizz on him." Colt said as Charlie sat down on the couch shaking her head.

"It's like when you go to the fancy restaurant and they put the ice in the pisser. You know, you get to spray it up and melt it down." Rooster said

"Yeah." Colt chuckled.

"So, I'm taking a piss in The Great One's mouth. And I almost got a hole all the way through the back of his head. He shoots, he scores. When I slip... Bam! I slide balls first into Miss Shania Twain." Colt said as Beau and Charlie just stare at him.

"Did she look down and say, That don't impress me much?" Rooster asked as Colt smiled.

"No. She said, that makes me feel like a woman." Colt laughed

"What are you doing here?" Beau asked putting his hands on his back.

"What? Can't just stop in and say hi to my family?" Colt asked

"I remember last time you stopped by. Said you were done with football. You wanted to start helping out around here. How long ago was that, Rooster, Charlie? About six years?" Beau asked them

"Yes, sir. It was on my birthday. We we're all supposed to go to dinner but you guys just fought the whole time. Hey, I got ten bucks anyone in here knows how old I am." Rooster said as Beau and Colt continued to stare at each other.

"35." Charlie said and Rooster continued to stare at his brother and father.

"Then you snuck out of here in the middle of the night. Took your brothers truck. Left the damn gate open." Beau pointed at Rooster.

"Okay, that wasn't my fault. Rooster was chasing after me yelling, that's my truck! And so, I just assumed he was gonna close it." Colt said as Rooster just swished his drinking around.

"Our cows were all over town. I found one of them standing in a Sizzler parking lot just staring at a poster of a rib-eye." Beau said as Colt smiled

"I'm 35." Rooster said

"I said that!" Charlie stood up as Colt put his foot on the table.

"What the fuck is on your feet?" Beau asked looking down at his uggs.

"They're boots." Colt looked him confused

"Those are not boots." Beau said rubbing his neck.

"They're Uggs. That's Australian for boots." Colt said

"They're ladies shoes."

"Well, Tom Brady wears 'em."

"Yeah, well, Tom Brady gets away with a lot of shit."

"Fine. You know what? That's.. you made fun of my clothes. You made fun of my career, you made fun of my childhood. You got anything else you wanna take a shot at?"

"That's a stupid haircut."

"All right. You know what? This was a bad idea. I can't stay here with him, he's impossible." Colt said putting his hat back on and grabbing his bags.

"Same old colt, I can't stay here, he's impossible. I can't stay here in this school, the coach won't let me start. I can't stay with this girl, she doesn't like it when I cheat on her." Beau smiled as Colt headed for the door.

"Well, speaking of women who don't like being cheated on, how's mom doing?" Colt asked turning back to Beau.

"All right, this is getting good. I'm gonna grab a beer. No punches till of get back." Rooster said getting up and going to the kitchen.

"Don't go making accusations when you don't know the whole story." Beau told him.

"Oh, really? What's the whole story, dad?"

"That's none of your damn businesses."

"There we go. There we go."

"Why are you here?"

"I got a tryout.... With a new semi-pro team in Denver. And I just need a place to stay for a couple days. As soon as I make the team, I'm out of here."

"Are you kidding me? Are you still chasing this dream?"

"I'm a football player."

"You're not a football player, Colt. You're a guy dreamin' about being a football player. You're 34."

"Oh, sure, you know how old he is." Rooster said from the kitchen.

"Uh, 34 is still young to be a quarterback."

"That's your three concussions talking."

"I don't remember three concussions. You know, has it ever crossed your mind that you might not be right about everything? Cause you were just as sure when you said the moon landing was fake."

"A flag cannot ripple in the vacuum of space."

"Well, you're wrong about me. I can still make it. I just need a chance."

"Every opportunity you've had.... I'm talking about high school, college, and then the pros... you've either smoked it or drank it or screwed it away."

"Well, next time it'll be different."

"That ought to put that on your tombstone. Here lies Colt Bennett. Next time it'll be different. He died wearing lady boots." Beau said as Colt looked at the ground.

"Seriously? I can't even shut a truck door right?" Colt asked as they walked into their mothers bar.

"I'm sure you could. Why you chose not to is beyond me." Beau said

"Hey, I'm gonna hit the head. But in case you guys run out of things to fight about.... Colts jeans cost 85 bucks." Rooster said

"What kind of dipshit pays 85 bucks for a pair of jeans?" Beau asked

"My work is done." Rooster clapped his hands and walked away.

"Hey, bartender... can we get a couple of cold ones, please?" Beau asked as they walked up to the bar.

"Not a chance, Beau." The woman said not turning around.

"Not even for your favorite son?" Colt asked

"Colt?" Maggie, their mother turned around

"Hi, mama." Colt said

"Don't you hi mama me. Give me a hug." Maggie walked over to him

"Aw!" Colt said picked her up.

"You're sight for sore eyes. Especially now since you cut your hair and shaved off that stupid goatee." Maggie told pointing at his clean shaven face.

"Oh, no. That was a playoff beard. You know I can't grow here." Colt rubbed his chin as Maggie just smiled at him.

"You ready for your tryout?" Maggie asked walking behind the bar as Charlie sat down on the bar stool.

"You knew about this?" Beau looked at her.

"Yeah, I stay in touch with my son. You should try it." Maggie sarcastically told him.

"Can we just get those beers?" Beau asked sitting down beside Charlie.

"You have any complaints about the service, take it up with the owner." Maggie told him as she poured a drink into a cup.

"The owner's kind of a pain in my ass." Beau smiled at her.

"That's why the owner lives in her own Airstream now." Maggie told him pouring tequila into the cup.

"What time you leaving tomorrow?" Charlie turned to Colt who still just stood there.

"Oh, early. Tryout's at 2:00." Colt told her leaning against the bar as she nodded her head.

"About the time I'll be getting a beer." Beau said tapping the table.

"Once you're on the team, I'll make the drive every Sunday." Maggie told him

"Oh, uh, the games aren't on Sunday. Sunday's reserved for the high school girls lacrosse team." Colt told them as Charlie just looked at him.

"Phew! I just had me one of them pees that's better than sex. You know, a pee-gasm." Rooster walked over making Colt and Charlie turn to him looking at him like he was stupid.

"You know, its possible you're not having sex right." Charlie told him grabbing the beer that was set in front of her and taking a sip.

"Well, it's also possible you're not peeing right." Rooster told her

"Hey, Ma, could you grab me a beer?" Rooster asked Maggie.

"Sure, darlin'." Maggie said looking back down at the drink she was making.

"Hank, I'll give you five bucks for that beer." Beau turned to the guy beside him handing him a five dollar bill.

"Done." Hank sat the drink down taking the money.

"Cheers, Maggie." Beau said getting up from the bar and turning to Rooster.

"Come on. Let's grab a table." Beau told him and walked away.

"Oh, yeah, good, just the two of us. Sit and talk for a while." Rooster said and slowly turned following after him.

"Would you like a beer?" Maggie asked Colt.

"Ma, I got a tryout tomorrow. Make it a whiskey." Colt said and Charlie shook her head taking a sip of her beer getting up and walking to the table that Beau and Rooster sat at.

When they got back home they found one of there cows water had broke. Charlie was stood in the barn with Rooster when Beau and Colt walked in.

"How she doing'." Beau asked as Rooster was making a knot in a rope.

"It's a breech." Charlie told him.

"Oh, damn it." Colt shook his head.

"Alright, Colt. Get over here and wash your arm." Beau told him making him stop in his tracks as Charlie and Rooster laughed.

"What? Why do I have to put my arm in her? Why can't Rooster or Charlie do it?" Colt asked pointing at his siblings.

"Because Rooster's not good at it and Charlie's arm are too short." Beau reasoned.

"Of course I'm good at it."

"Last time you lost you're watch in there." Beau said making Rooster make a face.

"Who's care? It's waterproof." Rooster said making Charlie shake her head.

"Come on, Colt. Hustle up." Beau told Colt who was still washing his arm.

"I'm coming. God, wait, why can't you hook her up and I'll just pull the rope?" Colt asked taking his flannel off.

"You know, that's the beauty of having somebody beggin' for a place to stay. You can't ask 'em to pay rent, but you can ask 'em to stick their arm up a cow's address. So, come on." Beau said and Colt grabbed the rope from Rooster and got started.

"Alright, Carla. Here we go, girl. You're gonna be fine." Colt said as she started mooing.

"You don't have to make love to her, just get the calf out of there so we can raise it and slaughter it." Beau said and Colt started grunting.

"Ew! Forgot how warm it is." Colt said making Rooster laugh, "All right, I got her legs."

"Good. Feet will be right at the end of those."

"Thank you, I know what I'm doing. God, do I look like an idiot?"

"Well, you're shoulder deep in a cow and ankle deep in her shit, so.." Charlie laughed.

"Man, my uggs." Colt moved his feet around.

"Hey, if you feel a Timex up in there, grab it for me, huh?" Rooster asked him.

"You know what? You can't see it, but I'm flippin' you the bird right now." Colt told him making Rooster raise his eyebrows.

"Alright, one loop for each foot."

"Yeah, I got it!"

"Oh, you got it? Well then start pulling!"

"You know, did it ever occur to you to encourage me instead of riding me all the time?" Colt asked as he slowly started to pull his arm out.

"If I rode you, it was 'cause you were the only one in this family that had any smarts or talent." Beau told him.

"We're standing right here, Dad." Rooster raised his hand as Beau looked over.

"I'm aware of that, Jameson." Beau said before turning back to Colt.

"What do you mean we? He rode me just as hard as Colt, if not harder. You're the odd man out, brother." Charlie said patting Rooster's back. When she looked back over at Beau, she could of swore she saw a smile appear, but it disappeared as soon as it appeared.

"We all scarified so you had a chance to succeed. But you weren't willing to work for it. So, here we are!" Beau continued to yell at Colt.

"You know, where do you get off being so high and mighty and when you could barely pay the bills around here?" Colt asked him as he continued to try and pull the calve out.

"Who told you that?" Beau asked him as Colt looked over at Rooster.

"I'm allowed to say things. I'm a person. I'm gonna go hang out with Heather." Rooster turned and walked out.

"Yeah, I'm not gonna go hang out with Heather, I'm gonna... haven't quite figured that out." Charlie told them and turned and walked out of the barn leaving the two of them arguing. 30 minutes later Colt and Beau walked into the house where Rooster sat on the counter reading something and Charlie sat at the table on her phone.

"Rooster, Charlie, we are the proud parents of a beautiful 85-pound boy." Beau said as they walked in and Colt walked over to the sink washing his arm off.

"It was incredible. That calf was born still. I gave it CPR and I brought it back to life." Colt said rinsing his arms in the sink as Charlie just stared at him confused.

"CPR?" She asked and Colt nodded his head.

"Wow, Colt. You had your arm up a cow and made out with a calf. You know, diddle a chicken, you're in the farmer's Hall of Fame." Rooster said making them all chuckle.

"I'm gonna go back out and check on him, make sure that calf is sucking. Colt. Good job." Beau said as he walked out the front door making them all freeze and stare at the closing door.

"Did he just.." Colt asked

"Yeah. He just said, "Good job." And then I think he felt nauseous and went outside to get some air." Rooster pointed at the door.

"I'll be damned, Colt. Think you just broke our father." Charlie stood up patting his back as Rooster and Colt smiled at her.

"I think the last time he told me good job was when I learned how to walk." Colt said cleaning his hand off with a rag.

"I think his exact words were, "Jesus finally" You know what you should do to really mess with him? Go outside, look him straight in the eye, and say I love you, big fella." Rooster said hopping off the counter.

"Yeah, and then you can go tell 'em that you're a democrat." Charlie said taking a swig of her beer as the other two laughed with her.

"Oh, god. I don't think washing helped at all." Colt said after smelling his arm.

"Yeah, that smell never really goes away. You know, my advice is when it comes to putting body parts into livestock, you always wanna use the same arm. This one... is for pregnant cows and consstipated horses. This one for eatin', whistlin', and shakin' hands. Unless I don't like the guy, and then I use this one." Rooster held his hands up as Charlie and Colt watched from the table.

"Yeah, that was not the vagina I thought I'd be in tonight. You know, all in all, it was a good day." Colt said as Charlie shook her head and Rooster sat down beside her, taking her beer from her and drinking it.

"Even prisions fun when you're just visitin'. You get to talk on that phone. Lady next to you puts her boobies up against the glass." Rooster said as Colt started looking through the book Rooster was looking through earlier.

"If it's so bad here, why don't either of you just leave?" Colt asked making the two other siblings stare at him.

"You're kidding, right?" Rooster asked, "After you left, that wasn't much of an option. Dad needed someone here to help him run the ranch." Rooster shrug.

"So you felt like you were stuck? Well, you must think I'm-" Colt went to say.

"Spoiled? Selfish? Irresponsible? Kind of a wuss?" Rooster asked as Charlie shook her head at the two.

"Okay. I was gonna say "selfish." but-" Rooster cut Colt off again.

"Conceited? Stubborn? Full-blown alcoholic? But you were a hell of a football player. And you had to go. I was proud of you. You're my little brother, amigo." Rooster told Colt.

"Thank you. You know, I'm proud of you, too. And you Charlie." Colt pointed at the two.

"Yeah? For what?" Rooster asked and Colt just stared at him.

"You know, I really didn't think there was gonna be a follow-up question. But I can say, I proud of Charlie. Just in general. You've done so many great things." Colt nodded with a smile.

"Alright, well I'm gonna go help dad with Carla. Unless, of course, you want to?" Rooster looked between his other two siblings.

"Oh no. You do it. I can't make eye contact with her for a while." Colt shook his arm as Rooster and Charlie laughed.

Charlie walked down the stairs and found her mother, in her fathers button up, and Colt washing his arm in the sink again.

"Hey, mama, you making coffee?" Charlie asked and she nodded her head.

"You want some?" Maggie asked as Colt dried his arm.

"Yea." Charlie yawned sitting down at the counter.

"No, surprised to see her?" Colt asked and Charlie just shook her head.

"Her and dad fight, then...yea." Charlie shrugged at him as he shook his head.

"You ready for your try out tomorrow?" Maggie asked Colt as she poured them all coffee.

"Yea, I think so, I'm a little nervous." Colt rubbed his neck.

"Well, that's good right? It means you still care." She asked and he just nodded his head, "How about I make you some of that pre-game pasta you like?" Maggie asked him making him chuckle.

"Thanks, mom, I'm not a kid anymore." Colt told her putting the cowboy hat on the counter on his head.

"How about a pancake with a whipped-cream face?" She asked and he smiled.

"Oh, yes, please." He said taking a sip of his coffee.

"Can you make me one to, mama?" Charlie asked her and Maggie nodded and smiled at her.

"Blue skies. God, I never thought I'd hate blue skies. You know, I don't think it's rained here since you left." Maggie said reached into the cabinets under the island.

"Yea, Dad told me it's been kinda rough around here."

"Kinda? You up to speed on everything here?" Charlie turned in her seat towards him.

"Well, obviously not." He pointed at their mother.

"This is the worst year that anybody can remember. I mean.. he even had to let Pedro go." Maggie explained.

"Wait, so it's just him, Rooster, and you?" Colt pointed at Charlie who nodded her head as she took a sip of her coffee, "Oh..wait. He's not gonna lose this place, is he? That'll kill him." Colt set the hat down on the island.

"No. Keeping this place is killin' him. He's been out there hours already. He hardly ever sleeps." Maggie said as Colt looked out the window. Maggie went to the fridge and opened it before sighing and shutting it, "Sorry. Can't put the face on the pancake. Your father and I used all the whipped cream up last night." Maggie said as Charlie choked on her coffee. Swallowing her coffee she set it on the counter and went up to her room and got ready.

Beau, Rooster, and Charlie standing around Beau's truck. They had popped the hood so Rooster could find out what was wrong with it.

"Yea, it needs a new head gasket. All right, I'll order one online." Rooster said as he put dipstick back in the truck.

"No. We'll go over to Henderson's to get one. If they don't have it we'll go someplace else." Beau told him.

"No, Amazon will have it here in 24 hours." Rooster told him as Beau shook his head.

"See? That's what wrong with your generation."

"Oh, good. I was wondering what's wrong with us." Rooster said wiping his hands.

"You're a bunch of lazy bastards. You never wanna leave the house. What're you gonna do when North Korea comes knocking on the door? You gonna order a gun on Amazon?" Beau asked them and Charlie smiled.

"No, I'm gonna go to the gun rack in the truck, or the gun rack next to the fridge, or the gun rack in the bathroom, or the second gun rack in the bathroom." Charlie chuckled to herself before turning when she heard footsteps. Colt walked up limping.

"Hey." He said walking passed them.

"Hey, how'd it go?" Rooster asked him.

"Yea, it could've gone better." He limped onto the porch.

"What do you mean?" Charlie asked him and he dropped his bag

"I mean I didn't make it."

"Damn, Colt. I'm sorry." Rooster apologized, "You know what you could do? Strap on those Uggs and try out for cheerleader." Rooster told him making Charlie laugh.

"Screw you. So.. anyway I don't know what my next step's gonna be but.. I thought, if it's alright with you, I could stick around here for a while." Colt said.

"You're serious?" Beau asked as Rooster put the tool box up.

"Yea. Guess you were right. I'm done with football." Colt shrugged.

"Wow, I didn't realize I'd raised a quitter." Beau said making Colt turn to him.

"Really? You've been telling me to give up for years."

"You've got no sense of humor at all." Beau shook his head, "Look, for what it's worth, I'd be happy have you around here and I'd rather not see you cripple yourself." Beau told him.

"Wait. You just said something nice to him and yesterday you said good job. Are you dying?" Rooster asked Beau making him chuckle.

"One more thing. Here." Colt handed Beau an envelope and Beau pulled out a bunch of money.

"Where'd you get this?" Beau asked him.

"Sold my championship ring. Figure all the money you gave me over the years, it's the least I could do." Colt told him and Beau shoved the money back in the enveople and handed it to colt.

"No, thanks."

"Uh, Dad, we could use that money."

"Yea, I want you to have it."

"Do I look like some charity case?" Beau asked.

"Oh, come on. I'm just trying to help."

"We've got a country full of people with their hand out. All I want is what I earn. All anybody is gonna do for me is dig a six foot hole in the ground and drop me in it."

"-a six foot hole in the ground and drop me in it." All four of them finished the last part together.

"Well, it ain't gonna be here 'cause you're about to lose this place."

"This place isn't yours to save."

"Just swallow your damn pride and take the damn money!" Colt yelled.

"Not gonna happen."

"God, you are such a stubborn old son of a bitch!" Colt threw the envelope at him.

"Listen son.." Beau said getting face to face with Colt, "I'm not too old to kick your ass."

"It's like my birthday all over again." Rooster looked at Charlie who agreed.

"You don't wanna start this with me, Dad."

"I didn't start this. You did." Beau pointed at his chest and Colt smacked his hand away.

"Don't touch me." Colt said as Rooster and Charlie put their arms between them.

"All right, relax, guys." Rooster told them.

"No. I started this? I started this? You drove me out of here! And then you drove mom out of here! Hell, I left the gate, even the cows tried to get away form you!" Colt shoved Beau as it started to rain around them.

"You're standing awful tall for a man who came crawling back on his hands and knees!" Beau said as they started to shove each other.

"Hey. Hey. HEY. HEY." Rooster and Charlie stared yelling.

"What?" Beau and Colt yelled at them and Rooster pointed up making them both realize it was raining.

"It's rainin'." Rooster smiled and Beau raised his arms in the sky.

"Screw you, Al Gore!" He yelled.

Rooster, Colt, and Charlie all high fived each other before running around Beau trying to get away from each other. They hugged each other out of celebration.

"Hell yea!" Charlie high fived Rooster again.

#the ranch #Bennett #beau bennett #colt #rooster

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You took for granted seeds we planted when we were young || CLUSTERFUCK 2.0

tagging: Eva Anderson, Morgan Weston, Santana Lopez, Jake Puckerman, Bree Brown & Noah Puckerman

date & time: October 30, 2024 at night

location: Bree's fancy ass apartment

warnings: mentions of alcohol

summary: And here we go again. Another clusterfuck for Jake's video roll on his phone. Santana, Bree and Jake all worked together to get the Throuple in one place to finally talk their shit out. Except some truths are revealed and now things might be worse than ever. Communication is hard.

word count: 5,808

MORGAN hadn’t known it was Jake’s birthday until mid-afternoon, when a text had come through on his phone, while he was elbow-deep in horse grooming, inviting him over for drinks at Bree’s place. Seven hours later, Morgan stood outside the apartment, clutching a gift-wrapped box. When he’d found out about Jake’s birthday, he felt a small pang of guilt - he probably should’ve known. Jake was dating Bree, and Bree had become like a sister to him; and not to forget about the fact that Jake was actually Puck’s half-brother. Not that that mattered right now, even if Morgan tried his best to make it matter. So, Morgan had scrambled to the nearest bike shop and picked out a pair of leather gloves - good ones, sturdy but soft, the kind that felt broken in the moment they were slipped on. The gloves weren’t anything grand, but they’d pair nicely with the motorcycle Morgan had gifted Jake not too long ago. When the door opened, Morgan smiled softly. “I couldn’t show up empty-handed, could I?” He said, first thing and held up the present.

JAKE was still wrapping his mind around practically cutting his mom off for the time being, but with his birthday finally here, he could finally put all of that behind him. Him and Bree still needed to deal with their own mess but for the sake of his brother's current situation, he'd happily agreed to his girl's plan to get the throuple together, and then Santana had jumped on board as well. Getting Puck to Bree's place for what he thought was a chill dinner was simple, and the same had happened with Morgan. He let Bree handle getting Eva there, and once the show was set to start, Santana had made up a reason to get Puck out of the living room area once someone knocked on the door. Once the coast was clear, Jake walked over and opened up the door, and he was surprised to see him with a gift. "Dude, you already gave me your bike, that was present enough." He smiled as he stepped aside after taking the gift bag from the man. "Come on in. Dinner is just about to start, but that's Bree's forte." He pointed out before glancing around behind him to look for his girlfriend. "Bree?"

BREE was fully aware this was probably a terrible idea. However, Eva was her favorite woman, pretty much ever, Morgan was a friend and Puck was basically her brother-in-law. An it did not sit right with her that these two men weren't being as forthcoming with Eva as they needed to be, as she deserved and apparently it was worth pissing her Professor, PR team manager, and friend(?) off to give them an opportunity to say what needed to be said. As she made sure the catered meal was warm and ready to eat, she heard her name being called. Coming into view of Jake and Morgan, she smiled at her boyfriend, while scanning the area, glad to see it looked like Santana had moved her and Puck somewhere else. "Yes, hi, come in." She smiled, and all but pushed Morgan to the kitchen.

PUCK unwillingly followed Santana into another room. Looked like a spare bedroom and he was realizing that Bree was like, rich rich. Which he knew, but he'd never really seen. Not like he would recognize luxury brand clothing or whatever. Looking a the mother of his child he furrowed his eyebrows. "Now why exactly did you want me alone in a bedroom? You know we don't have to have sex if you wanna have another one of my kids." He smiled at his own joke.

SANTANA rolled her eyes at Puck's words. "First of all, don't insult me. I threatened, and then bribed, the hospital so as soon as I pushed Maya out, my tubes were tied. That was the first and only baby that will ever come outta this body." She pointed out. "But I wanted you alone to remind you that I care about you, and I owe you the world for everything you've done for Maya, so just keep that in mind when you find out what your brother, your future sister in law, and I set up." That should have been enough of a hint as to what was coming, but it was also Puck so she wasn't sure if he'd catch onto that.

JAKE had to bite back a chuckle as Morgan was pushed into the kitchen by Bree, but then he followed anyways. "We should probalby start eating, and get out some drinks — the good stuff — right now." He suggested, since he wasn't sure if Puck would end up hearing Morgan's voice and come out of the bedroom yet.

MORGAN shrugged and gave a small smile. "That bike was given to you as a 'thank you' for that time on campus," he started, but continuing almost made him wince at the memory and the pain it had left behind. He stepped into the room, and let the topic go, instead greeting Bree with a warm smile and a small wave. He hadn't seen her since the morning after their drunken night that he didn't remember a thing of, and in a weird way, it felt kind of comforting to be her and Jake's third wheel in this situation. "D'ya need a hand or anythin'?" He asked, slightly confused about being pushed into the kitchen, but figured it was because he probably had to help out. "The good stuff? What good stuff, man? Y'know, I'm drivin' tonight, so I can't go as crazy as Bree and I did a few days ago."

JAKE decided not to comment on the reason why he'd gotten the bike, since he was sure that the classroom fiasco contributed to why the throuple was in the position they were in now, and instead just focused on the fact that he wanted to get some food before the show started. "Don't worry, we've got it." He suggested, and they did mostly, since Santana had practically laid out the fine china dinnerware, the utensils, the cups, etc. The Latina had been rather dedicated to helping Bree get everything laid out just in case this shit went downhill fast. Jake was piling food onto a plate for himself when he heard a knock at the door, and knowing it could only be one person, he put the plate down in front of Morgan. "Babe, pour the wine." He called out as he jogged over and opened up the door for Eva.

EVA had been expecting this to just be a chill night in with Bree, so she was dressed down and completely unprepared when it was little Puckerman opening the door instead. "Why are you here?" She asked before just walking past Jake, and the aroma of food coming from the kitchen led her straight in that direction until she spotted Morgan. "Bree Bianca Brown, what the fuck is this?" She huffed, already annoyed at this little ambush.

BREE really wasn't listening to anything anyone was saying. Instead, she was attuned to that front door and waiting for that fateful knock. Sooner than she was ready there it was. Popping open a bottle of good winne she poured herself a glass and chugged it. Hearing her full government named, she looked at Morgan, "If you'll excuse me." Then she went to the front door. met with a very unamused Eva. "Before you get mad, just remember I'm on your side."

PUCK wasn't surprised Santana managed to get her tubes tied so early in life. A bad ass through and through and he was glad that their daughter seemed to inheriet so much from her. Even if it did cause some challenges from time to time."Yeah, okay, not sure what that's got to do with Jake's birthday dinner. I mean, I already knew y'all set that up." Before he ould even have another thought, he heard a voice ring out through this big ass apartment and he'd know that voice anywhere. Without even looking back at Santana he just left the room and followed where the voice came from until he was face to face with Eva. Looking at his brother, he was starting to put the pieces together. "The fuck is going on?"

MORGAN watched as Jake started scooping food onto the plate, and he was about to speak up when there was a knock on the door. Morgan was pretty sure he'd been the only one invited tonight, for whatever reason, but maybe a family member was coming over? Or a close friend? Either way, Morgan quietly grabbed the plate as Jake exited the room, and just continued to scoop the food up, figuring that Jake wouldn't mind. It wasn't until he heard that familiar voice that he looked up, seeing Eva on the opposite of the kitchen island. "I-" he wasn't allowed to finish his sentence when the door opened again and Puck was stood right there, next to Eva. "This- I'm-...I was invited!" He quickly tried to reason, wanting them to know he hadn't planned for this. Sure, he was trying to win them back, but this wasn't on his list of ways.

EVA could only roll her eyes as Puck walked out next, and then she didn't even need Morgan to defend himself because she could already tell that Bree and Jake had set this up. Or at least she had assumed it was just them until she spotted Santana walking down the hall next, and now it really made sense. "Just so we're all clear, the last little ambush didn't go so well, so why are we doing this again?"

SANTANA didn't really get the confusion on the throuple's faces, or their lack of appreciation for the hard work that had gone into tricking all three of them like this, but she wasn't gonna stand for it either. "It's too late to yell this out, but surprise! Yes, all three of you were unaware that this was happening and yes, the three of us did set this up because we care about all of you. If any of you wanna fight about it, I'm down, but I'd advise you not to." She sassed with a grin. "Now, sit your asses down and talk." Was she demanding it? Yes. The only one who might fight her back on it was Eva, that much she knew, so she didn't even say anything else as she walked over and grabbed her hand, shoving her over on the couch. "Jake, you're guarding the door. Bree, get the wine. Puck and Morgan, both of you fucked up, again, so it's only fair that one of you start."

JAKE didn't know why Santana was always bossing everyone around, but he wasn't stupid enough to disobey a direct order from her either so he grabbed a chair from the dining room and placed it in front of the door. "Since it is my birthday, can someone get me a plate before the show starts?" He teased, sitting down in the chair and taking his phone out to record this, since he knew it would come in handy later.

BREE was glad that Santana was there, because even Bree can admit, Eva would have walked out, maybe Puck and Morgan too and all of this would have been for nothing. So she did as she was told and went to get the wine. Very good wine, that she knew for a fact was Eva's favorite. So she looked at Jake before she went to go get wine glasses and fill up two decanters.

PUCK kind of wanted to just leave, but it was his brother's birthday and Santana wasn't to be fucked with. So he sat down, not next to Eva and watched as Bree came in with the glasses and wine and he found himself struggling to look at Morgan right now. All of this didn't even feel real and he needed a minute for his brain to boot back up. "Can I get water or something?" He asked Bree, he was trying not to drink anymore. It was one of the many things he was obtaining from for the time being.

MORGAN was as confused as he always was - except maybe just slightly more than usual. The last time this had happened, it had not gone down well, and Morgan knew better than to try and talk to Puck and Eva, while there were other people there. But Santana was intimidating and he didn't know what she'd do if he just jumped out of the kitchen window, so he just slowly followed the group into the living room with the plate of food in hand. He decided to place his tall body in the doorway between the living room and dining room, so he could watch everything unfold from there. Puck refusing alcohol was an incredibly welcomed sight, and it warmed his heart, his eyes softening as he stared a little bit too long at him. But then he snapped out of it and he figured it'd be best to maybe speak up, since he was the one who'd last done everyone wrong anyway. "So- err...you both look good." He said, eyes darting between Eva and Puck.

SANTANA wasn't gonna let Bree serve everybody herself, since she probably was the most foreign to such out of the women in the room, so she got up and grabbed a plate of food for Jake. It was the least they could do since they had jacked whatever birthday plans he could have had with Bree. And busying herself was the only way to keep her from not slapping both Morgan and Puck in the back of their heads for being idiots, so she didn't even mind it this one time. But as soon as Morgan finally opened up his mouth to greet them, that urge increased. "Well, that's not how I'd greet people I claim to love after I royally fuck some shit up, but sure, Weston. Nice opening." She stated sarcastically, handing Jake his plate and a glass of wine before she went back for her own.

EVA could have left now, and she wasn't afraid of Santana so she'd fight her way out of here if she had to, but this was the first time she'd seen Puck since finding out what he'd done in lockdown. While dumbass #1 had tried to love bomb her since she'd last seen him, dumbass #2 hadn't so much as said a single word to her since she'd cried in his arms, and that horrifying moment alone called for some ounce of accountability on his part. "I always look good." She tossed at Morgan without even looking his way as her eyes were trained on Puck...for now. "Since we're clearly not getting out of this, let's skip the bullshit. Noah, what did you do during lockdown? Better yet, who did you do, and before you think about lying, he already ratted you out so your best bet is to just be honest."

PUCK could feel Eva's eyes on him and he was rebooted enough to know that he better look back. Probably the least he could do since he hadn't reached out to her since she cried on his shoulder. Which he now understands was also a dick move. And selfish and definitely not the actions of a man who loves her, so when she started asking about lockdown, it wasn't until she mentioned him telling her that he even realized she already knew. Fucking, Morgan. Couldn't even give Puck the ability to tell Eva himself. He decided to talk to Eva first and then deal with Morgan after. Look at that, him thinking, what an improvement. Thankfully, Bree came back with a water and he thanked her before chugging half the bottle. "On day four of the lockdown I got shit faced, had sex with some chick, kept drinking, then punched a wall. That's how I hurt my hand. I should have told you myself. Even if I didn't tell you that day we talked. I should have reached out and I should have told you the truth, instead of making excuses to justify not talking to you yet. I'm sorry for what I did during lockdown. I'm sorry for not telling you about it myself. I'm sorry for not reaching out and for ghosting you again." Now, Puck wanted to immediately throw Morgan under the bus but he wanted to Give him the opportunity he robbed Puck of to tell Eva himself and he wanted to get Eva the space to process what he said and say whatever she needed to say in return. He wasn't perfect and he knew he had a lot to answer for but he was trying.

MORGAN watched Santana, eyes squinting a little at her comment and he was about to speak up when Eva decided to go straight for Puck's throat, calling out his lack of communication. Morgan didn't even know about that part. To a certain degree, he was happy he'd told Eva, even if it wasn't his place to do so. He didn't know if Puck had planned on talking to her about it or not, but there was constantly that nagging in the back of his head, bringin him back into the classroom to be taught about Communications 101, and surely, telling Eva these things was a part of the curriculum, right? On the other hand, he could see how wrong it was too. This was Puck's story to tell, and so once the other man stopped, Morgan gave Jake his plate, leaving the man with two plates full of food now, and he stepped forward. "I'm sorry, too. Everything that I said those days; things came out so wrong. But I thought y'all deserved that kind of communication from me, y'know?"

EVA wasn't surprised that Puck had the sense to just come clean now, and she appreciated his little apology but it was too late for that too. She'd already told him once before about the ghosting, which he had a habit of doing whenever he'd fucked something up, and that should have been the first red flag that caused her to be done with this. Yet she'd ignored that one, and some others, so here they were. She didn't even need to process it since Morgan had given her the rundown of the important shit anyways, so she was about to brush off the apology until Morgan stepped towards them and uttered one of his own. That earned him an eye roll. "I'm pretty sure nothing came out wrong, Morgan." Everything he said had been crystal clear, in her opinion, so she didn't know why he was inserting himself into this right now. Turning her attention back to Puck, she shrugged. "I get how shitty your dad was, and how everything he's said and done has probably fucked you up, but that can't constantly be your excuse for why you make shitty decisions. Morgan and I both agreed on that when he told me what you did, and honestly, fuck you for letting me cry and be vulnerable and not having the balls to just be honest. That's a dick move." She huffed.

PUCK simply nodded at her words. Even though they stung, he had also been prepared to have his apology not accepted or have it be too little too late. While he was working on a larger apology to give her, his therapist and support group members had all made it clear that sometimes things are too far gone, but that doesn't mean you don't apologize. Because the apology isn't to fix it or get what you want. You apologize because you did something wrong, period. "Yes it is. I recently learned that even if you can explain it that will never excuse shitty behavior." Now that he'd said that, he could focus on Morgan and his lack of confession. Maybe he'd already told Eva, but something told him he hadn't. I mean would he have bothered telling Puck if he hadn't said he talked to Serena? Probably not. "I am wondering what kind of explanation he gave you" He looked at Eva. "-for why he fucked Serena probably fifteen minutes after whatever conversation he had with you about me." Puck still wasn't willing to look at Morgan, and he was being messy and he shouldn't have said it, because Morgan should have told her but fuck him. All the shit he gave Puck for his shitty coping mechanisms, to turn around and reveal his whole fucking secret relationship with Serena, still made his blood boil.

BREE gasped in her seat next to Jake. "Morgan." She said with heavy disappointment in her voice. She hadn't seen that one coming.

EVA didn't know how he'd come to this conclusion, but she was sure that either his mom or someone with some sort of qualifications had gotten him there. He sure as hell hadn't figured that out on his own, and she would have been proud of him for it if she wasn't mad at him. But when he started to turn the focus on Morgan and mentioned an explanation from him, she was slightly confused since Morgan had told her he didn't know what his feelings for that little punk were. And she was still pissed at him too, but when Puck revealed the new information, she was almost positive that her blood had never boiled like it was now. She also hadn't known that the man could hurt her any worse than he already had, but boy was she fucking wrong. "You fucking asshole." She hissed as she finally turned to Morgan. "You looked me right in my face and gave me that whole speech about your stupid heart tying into knots when you're with us, how losing us — or me or him or whatever — would be the biggest mistake of your life, and how I was the fucking one just to go fuck her immediately after that?" Eva hissed as she glared at him, and she didn't even know how she was fighting back tears right now but she sure as hell wasn't about to let him see her cry ever again.

SANTANA was thankful that she had refilled her glass because all of these revelations were too much, even for her, and she hated that things were this bad. Gulping down the full contents of her glass, she was now annoyed because Eva was clearly too good for them. But it also took a bitch to know a bitch, and she could see right through Eva's tough exterior and knew she was on the verge of tears. As if there were ever a time to step in, it was now. "Jake, turn the camera off." She stated before she glanced between the two idiots. "If there were ever a time for you two to be actual men for once, it's now. She should walk out of here and never look back, so you might wanna say whatever you need to say before she does."

JAKE nodded and quickly turned the camera off, and even he was baffled at this now. And as much as he loved his brother, he couldn't exactly support him and Morgan repeatedly hurting someone who obviously didn't deserve it. "Just so we're clear, this is the last time I'll be involved in setting you three up. I thought I was bad but damn, you two don't even deserve her."

MORGAN looked between Eva and Puck, feeling his brows furrow as he listened to Eva come for Puck and his actions. Was it true? Yes. Did she have to tell him that harshly? Morgan's heart hurt, wanting to step in and cradle Puck's face into his chest, but he also wanted to kiss Eva's lips so hard, because the way she was taking control turned him on like crazy. Gulping, Morgan was about to step in, choosing to defend Puck, but then he was interrupted before he could even say a word, and the other man decided to completely throw him under the bus. Everything that he hadn't yet told Eva, because he was playing the balancing game of making her miss him, before confessing about his wrong-doing. His eyes looking between the two started panicking, and his ears started ringing, and Bree's disappointed 'Morgan' was fuzzy in his brain. But then Eva spoke up, and it was like his ears snapped back, her voice crystal clear and he gulped hard. It was like he had this little voice inside his head, constantly doubting whatever he was going to say next. "I can explain!" 'Can you?' "It's all a big misunderstanding!" 'Is it?' "I didn't mean any of it!" 'Didn't you?' "Can you guys just shut up for a second?!" He finally snapped, his voice loud, and it was mostly directed to the voices in his head, but he turned to Santana and Jake. Looking back at Puck and Eva, he took a step forward and ran a hand through his beard. "Listen. I had sex with Serena, after our lunch, Eva," he started, trying to calmly explain what had happened. "I didn't do it to hurt you, you have to believe that! I had invited her over, so that we could get things cleared up and so I could move on, and focus on the two of you. I don't know what happened, it's like everything became blurry after that, because I wasn't thinking. About anything. And I should've." He sighed and put his hands in his pockets. "I can't take it back now, but my mind's never been clearer. I meant what I said. I only want you two."

EVA honestly didn't need to hear shit else at this point, since Morgan crossing that line after their last conversation only solidified everything she'd said before. In fact, her mind her never been more made up than it was now. But when he raised his voice at them, both her and Santana made the exact same face, and she could tell the Latina was about to knock him upside his fucking head, just as she wanted to, but she waved her off dismissively. The last thing he needed was both of them about to throw hands, and she was sure that the odds had never been more in their favor. Just like the last time she'd seen him, there was more bullshit excuses coming her way, and she didn't hesitate to roll her eyes as he spoke. The audacity of him to come for Puck's excuse when he kept finding them for his actions too. Waiting until he was finished, she shook her head. "Right, so instead of doing like I told you to do and telling her what you told me, you fucked her? It didn't just happen because you weren't thinking, Morgan. You did it because you wanted to." That realization alone was enough to make her crack, but somehow, by some miracle, she held back her tears. For now. "Just like I said before, you both keep saying how you want this, how you're so sure of it now, but you both had to fuck someone else to be sure. I didn't. And honestly, all this proved was that even if we tried to do this, the second shit goes south or we have one fight, both of you are just gonna go stick your dicks in whatever hole gives you some attention. I deserve a lot better than that." Eva didn't really know what else she was even supposed to say now without repeating herself, so she stood back up and glanced between them. "I can't do this anymore, so I'm done. For good this time. You two can do whatever the fuck you want, but leave me out of it. I let both of you hurt me twice now, and I'll be damned if you do it ever again, so just stay away from me. Is that clear?"

MORGAN watched as Eva told him everything; everything that he'd done to fuck this up. She was coming for him, calling him out, and honestly, it was the truth. Morgan might've been dumb, but he could see exactly what she was saying, and it made sense to him. He had had sex with Serena because he'd wanted to, he had gone and stuck his dick in someone else, after a fight with Eva. And if anything, this just proved to him more that he needed to become a better man. That he needed to prove himself more. That this wasn't the end. If anything, it only made his desire for them stronger. "Eva..." he watched her stand up, wanting to say something, but not knowing what exactly. He needed his usual 3-4 business days to figure out what exactly he could do or say, in order to make any of this better.

PUCK could see the turmoil in Morgan, the realization that he was wrong, had been wrong but the fight to tell yourself you didn't mean it, that it wasn't you intention. That you weren't that guy because in your head you'd never treat someone you care about the way you're realizing you did. And Puck knew that's what was happening in his head because it's exactly what happened in his for weeks. listened while Eva spoke. Said everything Puck and Morgan deserved to hear. As everyone's voices filled his head, he felt a rage build up in him at Morgan, at himself too, but at Morgan more, but he was trying to decide if he had the right to say anything. Thankfully, Eva had plenty to say, to them both. All of it hurt but all of it true and when she said she couldn't do it anyone, he realized he had already accepted this outcome. Accepted that unless there was real change, provable change, in Morgan and Puck's coping mechanisms and behaviors, unless Eva had the time and the space to process and heal and rebuild herself, this was always going to end up here. For the first time, he finally understood why his mother told him as a child not to hold on so tight you squeeze the life out of what you're trying to hang on to. Nothing can grow in those conditions. While he had so much he needed to say to Eva he knew he couldn't say it now and even if he could she likely wouldn't hear it. So he simply turned to her and let his heart break as he looked at her, knowing the pain he caused. "I get it, and you're right, about all of it and imma stay away from you. I'll do everything I can to keep us from crossing paths again, not on campus, not anywhere." It hurt to say but it was the least he could do. Now, he needed to say something to Morgan and he wasn't all the way sure how. Getting up, he faced his- not his, cowboy, "She was my friend and you knew that. You could've picked anyone, but you picked my friend. Losing you and Eva is what I deserve, it's what I earned but Serena? I didn't earn that loss. And neither one of you cared enough about me to- to..." He trailed off, just staring at Morgan. Finally he looked away an at Santana, Bree and Jake. "Can I go?" He asked the three who set this up.

EVA honestly just needed to get out of here, get some air, and to move the fuck on from both of them. Morgan having nothing to say other than her name proved that he had nothing left to say right now, which made sense considering that he'd probably just run right back to Serena after this. And the Puck started talking and she didn't care what he had to say either. "Great, good to know you can commit to something." She muttered before she headed for the door, and Jake quickly jumped up and moved out of the way so she could leave.

SANTANA sighed as Eva left, and while the plan had gone off the rails, she had switched sides and was only rooting for Eva now. Well, she was rooting for Puck to get better and work through his shit, but romantically, she only cared about the woman in this throuple. Downing some more wine, she nodded at Puck's question. "Yeah, it's fine. I think you've said everything you needed to get off of your chest too, so no need to stay any longer." Not that he needed permission at this point anyways, but he had asked so she gave it to him.

JAKE wasn't for beating a dead horse so with Eva and now Puck being done, he was giving up on this throuple thing too. "Well, thank you both for coming anyways. And thank you for my birthday gifts. Sorry this didn't work out like we planned, but...good luck in whatever, or whoever, you do next, I guess?" He rambled, since he wasn't really sure what else to say. "I'll see you around, Morgan."

MORGAN's face resembled that of a kicked puppy, not knowing how to make any of this better. The way he'd not only ruined his relationship with Eva and Puck now, but he'd also come between Puck and Serena, knowing how the two were such good friends; at least that's what he figured based off of the fact that he'd caught him in her apartment that one time. But a part of him was screaming that this could be resolved. If he was stubborn enough; persistent enough. He loved them for crying out loud! He wasn't going to give up on them just yet. As he watched Eva leave, followed by Puck, Morgan sighed, and rubbed his temple in pure frustration. He had to think now, come up with something else, because he was pretty sure he'd cleaned out every single poppy and sunflower field in California in order to send them that crazy amount of flowers, so that wasn't an option until they'd grown back again. He had to think about his next move. What was the way to someone's heart? ... Eyes opening wide, Morgan looked at the three on-lookers and gave them an optimistic smile. "This was great, you guys, we should really do it again some other time, but I need to go, I have something- I have several things I gotta take care of." And with that, he ran out of the house, knowing exactly where to head next: his kitchen.

#character tag ( noah puckerman )#character tag ( bree brown )#puck ( ft. jake puckerman )#puck ( ft. santana lopez )#puck ( ft. morgan weston )#puck ( ft. eva anderson )#bree ( ft. jake puckerman )#bree ( ft. santana lopez )#bree ( ft. eva anderson )#bree ( ft. morgan weston )#ship tag ( throuple )#threads ( noah puckerman )#threads ( bree brown )

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