#swinging addis

[running-in-the-dark]

there's one kind of crochet hook that I can use without pain in my hand/wrist. they're expensive but worth it for me.

except now they're different and they just suck. they changed the shape, material, and even the hook itself. I know they have and that this is really the new version because I messaged the manufacturer - that's how much this bothered me.

the new version is worse than the cheap ones I have from a set that costs less for 10 than one of these does...

[dreams-in-daylight]

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[meguwumibear]

cant stop thinking about fake dating monoma....

"You're asking me out?" he laughs. Monoma laughs with his whole body. Mouth. Stomach. Hands. He uses them all as he insults you. "My how the mighty have fallen."

You roll your eyes with an exacerbated sigh. Motherfucker never did listen to much other than the sound of his own voice. Selective hearing. Shinsou tried to warn you. Monoma hears only what he wants to.

"I'm pretending to ask you out, dipshit," you clarify. "To boost our stats."

The plan seemed reasonable enough when you first hatched it. The public loves to stick their upturned noses into the private lives of heroes. The more a hero discloses, the higher their rank. Correlation and causation or whatever-the-fuck your PR team said. You need some press. You need to leak something juicy. Hence, fake dating Monoma. It's foolproof, isn't it? Now that you've actually pitched the thing to the smug bastard, you're not so sure.

"How's dating you gonna boost my stats exactly?" he asks.

"Well, for one I out rank you," you say, eager to throw that in his face. "Hanging around with someone in the top thirty is bound to increase your position. The top spots aren't determined solely by number of saves and take downs. It's a fucking popularity contest, and we're competing for a crown."

"Hmm, hmm, hmmmmm," Monoma hums as he theatrically taps his pointer finger against his chin in faux contemplation. God damn you picked the absolute worst person to fake date. Should've gone with the perverted grape guy instead. Little fucker probably would've jumped at the opportunity to call himself your boyfriend.

"I don't have all day, Monoma," you say. "You in or you out?"

He flashes you a disgustingly cheeky grin. The smile is all teeth and absent of any semblance of sincerity.

"Oh, I suppose I could be swayed," he relents. "If.......," a pregnant pause for dramatic effect. Typical, "the fake girlfriend package comes with real girlfriend privileges."

You raise an inquiring eyebrow at him. If the smarmy git wants sex he can ask for it like the grown ass man he is instead of alluding to it like some high school brat.

"I am of course referring to sexual intercourse," he oh-so helpfully clarifies. "Including, but not limited to-"

"Yeah, yeah," you say with a wave of your hand to shut him up. If you have to listen to the end of that sentence you might end up punting him off the roof. "Whatever you want."

Monoma's eyebrows disappear behind his poorly styled emo bangs that he never aged out of. "Whatever I want?" he parrots. "God, you're just as desperate as the rest of them without the numbers to back you up. Think the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight would result to such petty tricks?"

"Yes or no, Monoma," you huff, pressing at your temples to stem an impending tidal wave of a headache. "If you're above this maybe I'll ask the Great Explosion Murder God himself."

Monoma's eyes darken at that, despite the fact that he only has himself to blame for putting the idea in your head.

To his credit, Monoma collects himself quickly and shoves his phone in your hands.

"Number and addy," he says. "I'm staying with Kendo so my place is OOTQ for R-rated content. I'll swing by yours after my patrol tonight for a trial run. I'm guessing you can afford to live alone. based on your rank, number thirty."

"What fucking trial run?" you ask as you add your contact to his phone. You throw in a red heart emoji too, before replacing it with a peach, tongue, and water emoji instead. The pretend relationship needs to look real and there's no way in hell Monoma's the romantic type.

He smirks as he snatches his phone back from you.

"Figure I'm entitled to a seven day free trial before I actually subscribe. It's just good costumer service. Even that prick Bezo's knows it. Don't tell me the aspiring number one hero has less ethics than that capitalistic pig?"

"Oh for fuck's sake," you spit. "Fine. What the hell. Not like I want to be stuck fucking you if your dick game's mid. Swing by tonight. Bring your tiny cock and that bratty attitude of yours. Might be nice to fuck it out of you."

Monoma's grin is borderline predatory. His mouth is open wide enough to expose the sharp tips of his teeth again, and they look like they're just itching to bite. He leans over the table to whisper his next few words in your ear.

"My dick's not tiny," he says, before excusing himself. Then, as he turns to leave, "And I won't be the one getting the brat fucked out of them tonight. See you soon, love."

He disappears around the corner with one last wave of his hand, and you can't help but wonder what the actual fuck you've just gotten yourself into.

[sugrhigh]

BACKSTAGE - ( m.s )

REQUESTED**

summary- your best friend caught the eye of the bass player in a band local to boston, your hometown, so you’re invited to the second to last stop of their US tour. they can definitely put on a show, and all of them are very welcoming when you meet them backstage. then there’s the asshole grumpy drummer with the inflated ego, who can’t seem to stop staring.

warnings- cursing, smoking, drinking, ???

band au (triplets are in their mid 20s)

drummer!matt x fem!reader (this song ^^ inspired me and it’s good af so i’m including it)

a/n: this has been brewing for a while and i kinda forking love this concept, i hope i brought it to life well! hope u enjoy and as always my inbox is open for whateva #kisses ****part 2 to come

@fawnchives @55sturn @teapartyprincess4two @l9vesick @sturnlova @cupidsword @junnniiieee07 @mattnchrisworld @cherrypostsposts

“are you sure you want to do this?” you ask her as you two linger by the bar at the back of the venue.

people are clearing out, all happily chattering after an incredible concert. you have to admit that it was a great performance, and the sold out crowd helped.

they’re a pretty talented band. and the bass player really wants your best friend.

all it took to get him interested was a single comment on one of his recent posts. adelaide is undeniably gorgeous, and she’s also built a decent following through her recent modeling jobs.

she stands out in any comment section and in crowds like these, so it makes sense that he hit her up. that’s why you’re here anyways.

mister bass player had invited you guys to the first of two sold out shows in this place. it’s the last stop on the band’s US leg, in their hometown, which happens to be where you and adelaide live.

“yes dude, for the hundredth time, im sure. and he’s waiting on us, so stop stalling. i know you have more balls than that.” adelaide gives you a pointed look.

you can’t help but roll your eyes. “i promise you i don’t care enough about what these guys think to be scared.”

“now that sounds more like you.” she teases as she pulls her phone out of her back pocket.

the light from the screen illuminates her face, and you watch as she taps something out quickly.

“chris said someone is gonna come get us.”

“can’t wait.” you smile sarcastically as you respond.

addy doesn’t even get the chance to yell at you about your attitude before a big buff guy dressed in all black approaches the two of you, dark hair slicked against his skull. SECURITY is printed across his jacket in bold yellow letters.

“you ladies enjoy the show?” his voice is deep, which matches his huge stature perfectly.

“oh, it was amazing! i’m assuming you’re jason?” adelaide beams at him, pushing her dark curls out of her face.

he nods once. “that’s me. you guys ready to head backstage?”

“yup, just lead the way.”

the two of you follow jason back down toward the front of the stage, around the protective barricade to a door that almost blends right in with the venue’s dark walls.

he knocks on it three times. another tall man opens it for him and ushers the two of you inside before people start to pay too much attention.

“dressing rooms this way.” the new guy leads you through the backstage area, down a narrow hallway until he stops in front of one of the doors. there’s a little placard with their band name on it, which is cute.

this time nobody thinks to knock, because it’s already pretty loud. once the door swings open the sound is even more overwhelming.

you count seven people, all sitting around on the couches and vanity seats in the dim lighting. three of them are nearly identical, which surprises you. you thought there were only two brothers in the band.

several bottles of champagne crowd the coffee table already, and they’ve only been off the stage for ten minutes.

all of them are watching the two of you now, and it makes you want to crawl out of your skin.

“look who it is.” one of the twins (or apparently triplets) that’s sitting on the couch sets his glass down and gets up to greet you.

his brown hair is long, longer than the others, hidden slightly by a black boston hat. he’s dressed in a celtics jersey and baggy jeans, clearly happy to be representing his city tonight.

“good to see you, chris.” adelaide smiles into his chest as he pulls her into a tight embrace that lasts for a few seconds too long.

“i promise it’s better to see you.” he smirks as he finally pulls away, not even trying to hide his gaze as he admires the way her outfit hugs her body.

then he turns to you, and you suddenly feel like a spotlight is shining directly in your face.

“it’s nice to meet you too, y/n. addy tells me you’re even cooler than she is.” chris says, wrapping his arm around your friends shoulder lazily.

“can’t argue with that.” you shrug with a grin, impressed that he remembered your name without having to ask.

he looks around and clears his throat, and the others stop chatting. “everyone, this is adelaide and y/n. introduce yourselves.”

one of the clones that was sitting beside chris speaks up now. “shouldn’t they know who we are?”

he looks directly at you with an uninterested gaze that’s somehow still so intense you almost lose your breath. he’s in all black, fluffy hair styled a bit shorter than chris’s.

his harley davidson muscle tee is cut off right above his black pants, revealing just the smallest sliver of his stomach as he leans back against the cushions casually. so many tattoos, so many rings.

it’s annoying that you notice this, even despite how pissed off you are at his stupid question.

“i hate to burst your bubble, but i wouldn’t be able to guess your name even if someone put a gun to my head.” you bite back without thinking, and laughter erupts around you.

“that’s exactly what you deserve for a dickhead comment like that, matt.” another currently-unnamed guy says.

he’s on the other sofa with the last of the carbon-copy brothers, arm around the waist of the beautiful girl that’s perched on his lap. the couple smile at you and adelaide.

“feel free to ignore him. i’m nathan, lead guitar.” he introduces himself.

“i’m his girlfriend jen.” the dark-haired woman chimes in, offering you a friendly wave.

“im nick,” the triplet sitting next to them finally reveals his name, “i’m not in the band, i’m just their tour photographer. my brothers got the musical talent.”

“kids a genius with a camera though.” chris adds, still sidled up against adelaide.

“names sam. i’m the singer.” a blonde boy with hair cropped close to his skull says with a nod.

he’s sitting on one of the vanity chairs that’ve been set up in a half circle, tipping the rest of his champagne back after he speaks.

“and i’m just his older sister gabby.” the girl beside him sticks her hand out, and you take a step forward to shake it.

“dont say just. and i love your necklace.” you compliment the barbed wire chain around her throat, and she waves her free hand at you, flushing slightly.

“you’re sweet.”

“it’s nice to meet you all. the show was fantastic, we had a blast.” adelaide addresses everyone with that award-winning grin you know and love.

chris leads her over to the couch and they sit down, pressed against each other like they’re attached at the hip. you have to admit it’s a little cute. you take the open chair next to gabby, opting to avoid sitting next to matt just to be near your friend.

“are you both from boston too?” sam asks, reaching to refill his drink.

jen gets up from nate’s lap to grab two more glasses from one of the cabinets, which is a kind gesture that you weren’t really expecting.

“yeah. we met in college and ended up staying in the city together.” you answer as he moves to pour your champagne next.

“that makes you what, 22? i am about to serve you alcohol.”

you can’t help but laugh, so adelaide answers instead. “we’re 25, but i’ll take that as a compliment.”

he puts his hands up in apology as you grab your glass. “so not recent graduates then, my bad.”

you can still feel matt staring at you, and when you meet his gaze over the rim of your drink he doesn’t shy away. your own eyes narrow slightly, because you dont understand why he won’t fucking quit it.

“what do you do for work?” nathan questions, and you finally break out of your trance to look over.

“i was in publishing for a bit, but i mainly model now.” addy responds first.

chris’s hand goes to grip her thigh endearingly as she sips her champagne. “can’t you tell?”

“stop it.” she nudges him slightly, though you can see a faint blush appear beneath her bronzed skin.

nate rolls his eyes before looking your way. “and you?”

“i’m a media manager for a few different brands.”

“really? like who?”

it’s matt speaking, you know even before you turn your head to meet his cold eyes once more. he’s challenging you, inked arms crossed over his chest defensively as he waits for an answer.

“well for one, those pants you’re wearing? i work with that company.” you reply bluntly.

you’d recognize those cargos anywhere, the faded star patches are a dead giveaway. matt’s face drops in surprise, and nick snorts, giving you a nod of approval that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“i can’t believe you work for vamped. we all get like, half of our wardrobe from there.” he admits.

“raiding her closet is a real treat, trust me.” adelaide makes it sound like a joke, but she actually does love to come over and steal all your favorite pieces.

it would be annoying if you didn’t love her so much.

jen smiles, cuddled back up on her boyfriend’s knee as she looks between the two of you. “i like you girls already.”

“yeah, and i respect anyone who can humble matt that quickly.” sam nods along in agreement, and you recognize that he’s talking about you in particular.

“oh, so i take it he’s like this all the time then?” your question is directed at sam, but you’re looking at the subject himself as you ask it.

“pretty much.” chris nudges matt with a silly grin, and he scowls in return, though he’s still watching you.

you can’t decipher what he’s feeling, what he’s thinking, and you don’t like it one bit. to be fair, you don’t know him at all yet, but you know the type.

you’ve met enough high profile people through vamped to understand that this kid thinks he’s some kind of god, probably because his friends tell him so.

but you’re not his friend, and you don’t owe him any politeness if he can’t bother to reciprocate it. you keep your eyes on him as sam redirects the conversation away from the two of you, another challenge of your own, and he finally looks away a moment later.

you take it as a win.

a few rounds of drinks later you can feel the heat creeping up your cheeks, blissfully tipsy as you continue to swap stories about anything and everything with the rest of the group.

chris and adelaide are in their own little world, whispering shit back and forth to each other like school girls.

matt hasn’t said a single word to you since you name-dropped your highest paying client just to embarrass him. he watches the rest of you interact, though that burning gaze of his always seems to meet yours anyways.

its driving you crazy, and you’re itching for a quick pause from the socialization, as nice as (almost) everyone has been.

“i’m gonna go for a smoke.” you address the group, mainly adelaide, and you’re met with a couple nods.

“same.” matt replies gruffly, and your heart falters.

of fucking course.

he pushes himself to a standing position before you can protest, or say anything really. his shirt is even more cropped now that he’s stretched to his full height, and you’re staring straight at his exposed happy trail and v-line. you’re pretty sure you see the top of a small tattoo by his hip.

your mouth goes dry, and you busy yourself grabbing your little purse from the floor.

“hurry back, i wanna hear more about this PR box fiasco.” gabby points a finger at you as you get up next, and you smile even though you know it’s a weak attempt.

“i’ll be quick.” you promise her.

adelaide gives you a little wave goodbye, which doesn’t quell your nerves as you turn to follow matt, who doesn’t wait for you to catch up.

he just throws the dressing room door open carelessly, letting it swing back so you have to stop it with your hand before it hits you. you glare at the back of his head, though you follow him in silence because you don’t know the way outside.

another security guard stands in the hall, and matt greets him with a quick nod as he heads outside, once again neglecting to hold it for you.

you mutter a quick hello to the man before stepping onto the little back patio. it’s the end of summer, edging toward fall now, so there’s just a slight chill in the air.

he’s already leaned up against the brick wall, situated on one of the steps down to the gated parking lot. for the first time tonight, he’s actually not looking at you, and it’s somewhat of a relief.

you dig around in your bag to retrieve your crinkled carton of cigarettes, flipping the lid open to pull one out and stick it between your lips. you’re about to put them away when matt clears his throat.

“can i bum one?” he asks softly.

it’s the least aggressive he’s been all night, and it throws you so off guard you can’t find anything to say back so him. so you just nod slowly, grabbing another cigarette for him and passing it over.

“thanks.”

“you got a light? couldn’t bring mine in.” you mutter, though your words slur because of the cig that’s between your teeth.

matt nods, ruffling his hair with one hand as the other slips into his back pocket. he pulls out a red disposable lighter and ignites it in one swift motion.

he holds it up to your mouth, burning the end of the thin roll of tobacco. he’s staring at your lips, thinking about how soft they look wrapped around that filter paper.

matt doesn’t want to be wondering what it would be like to feel them against his own, because you embarrassed him. he hates being embarrassed, especially by someone who walked right into his dressing room like she owned it.

you’re unlike any girl he’s ever met, and he’s fucking entranced.

you inhale, glancing to meet his blue eyes as the smoke fill your lungs, completely unaware of his thoughts. it’s familiar, and it calms you down a little bit.

you pull it from your mouth to exhale, watching as he lights his own before slipping the plastic device back into his pocket. he slumps back up against the wall, kicking one leg up to steady himself.

it’s silent again for a moment while you both enjoy the brief hits of nicotine, letting the clouds swirl up into the night. you both go to ash at the same time, and he breaks the tension first.

“so, what did you think of the show, sweetheart? your friend spoke for you, but i’m sure you have your own opinion.” he says, one side of his mouth tilted up.

you weigh up his statement, rewinding to an hour ago. you guys were in the upper wing, right by the stage in the front row. the view was great, and the energy was definitely there.

you remember matt, sweaty and focused as he banged on those fucking drums like his life depended on it. your eyes were drawn to him for a lot of the performance, to the intensity he brought to the stage.

that was before you knew about his superiority complex, though you should have been expecting it. he is, after all, a rising rock star.

“it was good.” you reply bluntly, shrugging as you bring your cigarette back to your lips.

he fully smiles now, though it’s not a warm one. then he follows your lead and takes another drag as well, his tattoos shifting as his muscles flex and relax due to the movement.

“don’t fucking humor me.” matt finally says seriously, and you narrow your eyes.

“i wasn’t, but it doesn’t matter either way. you think you’re the shit regardless.” you snap back.

matt softens a bit at your tone, but he’s also backed into a corner. you confuse him, because you’re impossible to read. that’s never happened to him before, and it’s annoyingly enticing.

“you don’t know a damn thing about me.”

“i know your type.” you argue sourly, sucking in another mouthful of smoke.

he turns his full attention to you now, shifting so he can look you right in the eyes. you wish it didn’t intimidate you so much, but the way he’s been leering at you all night makes you sweat.

“and what type would that be, hm?” matt goads.

you nudge at the concrete with the toe of your sneaker, pausing briefly to compose your answer.

“you’re arrogant, which either comes from the fame or the praise, or most likely both. in fact, you’re so cocky that you probably can’t be around anyone without patronizing them. i bet they all tell you how talented and badass you are, but you wanna know what i think?” you ask him, taking a hit of your cigarette for dramatic effect.

and it works. matt is hanging onto every word, waiting for you to deliver the final punch as you take a step closer, blowing the vapor toward him.

“i think that the whole time, they’re just waiting for you to shut the fuck up.”

for a second the world is still, and neither of you move an inch. he’s just studying you, eyes skipping across your face like he’s trying to commit it to memory.

“you want to know what i think?” he questions you quietly, and you can’t help but watch his lips as they move.

so pretty and pink, and you know he would taste like tobacco and sweat. you want to give in, but you won’t. one thing about you is that you’re stubborn, and you refuse to make the first move for this asshole.

“i think you like it.” matt finishes, so close to your lips now that he’s practically whispering his words against them.

just as you think he’s about to kiss you, to give you the power you crave, he tosses his cigarette to the ground and snuffs it out before stepping around you.

the only reminder that the moment was real is the door slamming shut behind him.

[vauxxy]

KILLER

spiderman!luke castellan x reader

part 1 || part 2

★ "i am sick of the chase but i'm hungry for blood, and theres nothing i can do"

ABOUT - luke castellan is new york's very own 'friendly neighbourhood spider-man'- because of course he fuckin' is. to make matters even better, you're the only one at school who knows. lucky you.

WARNINGS - australian slang yet again (sorry guys, i cant help it. its in my blood!), swearing, first person?? idk i thought it'd be cool. sorry if it sucks. lol. mentions of adderall (she has ADHD) and vaping. reader is a rich girl and the leader of the sassy girl apocolypse.

"are you okay, ma'am?"

"dont call me ma'am, luke."

"okay, what the fuck."

that's how i found out the nerd in my AP chemistry class was spider-boy. i mean, obviously i had caught on to his whole 'superhero thing' like, a week after the news articles started flooding in. it was so obvious.

luke is probably one of the only guys in the world dumb enough to put on a latex suit in order to help old ladies cross the street. sure, he's a good samaritan- and sure, he's saving small businesses from being mugged into bankruptcy and shit; but who cares?

every night, i see him swinging from building to building like a fucking weirdo. it gets old after the first 100 foot drop down from the hilton hotels building. like, we get it. you're spider-man. good for you.

sadly, my cynicism was brought to a halt as soon as he saved me from being brutally robbed on my way home. of course i got mugged on the one day i decided not to wear my doc martens. just my luck.

i used to cut through this sketchy alleyway to get to my bus stop because it took way too long walking around the block- that was my first mistake. DO NOT GO INTO SKETCHY ALLEYWAYS IN NEW YORK. NOTHING GOOD HAPPENS IN AN ALLEYWAY.

my second mistake was deciding against popping my second addy during 5th period, because if i had, then maybe i'd be alert enough to clock what was happening before this druggie had his glock pointed at my head. well, at least it wasn't his dick. praise the lord!

the druggie snuck behind me, before literally grabbing me by the neck and pushing me up against the wall of the dingy alleyway. then, he pulled out a WHOLE ASS GUN from his pocket and held it to my head, using the sleeve of his sweater to cover its form.

my breath hitched as the water bottle inside my backpack pressed against my spine. that was my third mistake. frank green water bottles hurt when they're pushing into your bones.

"you're gonna give me all the money you've got on you, kay?" he asked in a low, raspy voice. he definitely smoked 5 packs a day.

nevertheless, i nodded and reached into the side pocket of my backpack. i pulled out my cute little mimco purse and started taking out all the cash in it. it hurt my soul to get rid of it- that money was supposed to go towards my new vape. bummer.

my hands were shaking as they held the messy assortment of bills, waiting for him to take it from me and just leave me alone.

"good. thanks- dont be tellin' anyone about this, or else i'll find you,' he threatened, slowly pulling the gun away from my head.

"i wont, i swear!"

"you're taller than him, ma'am. why dont you just kick him to the curb?"

i furrowed my brows, my eyes scanning the alleyway for the origins of the voice. the origins of luke's voice.

his nasally tone was so distinct, i could recognise it with my head underwater.

"the fuck?" called out the short, ugly smoker with my money. he whipped his head around furiously, suddenly a lot more alarmed than when he was robbing me. suddenly, the nerdy loser in latex swung down and pushed him onto the cold ground.

spider-boy grabbed his wrists and held them behind his back, before webbing them together in some homemade handcuffs.

"are you fuckin' kidding me?" the guy grumbled, his voice muffled by the gravel pushing against his mouth as spider-dork held his head to the ground.

"nope, not kidding you," he sighed, using his webs to secure the man into his position on the ground. he dug into the mans pockets and pulled out my money.

yep, that was luke castellan all right.

spider-nerd leapt off the constrained druggie and walked over to me, handing me back my assortment of bills. "are you okay, ma'am?" he asked, looking downwards a bit to meet my gaze.

thats exactly how luke looks at me. he's gotta be luke- he HAS to be.

i had been watching luke for weeks. i had been analysing his every movement, every strange look and awkward gesture. i was 99.9% sure that spider-man was luke castellan.

but there was only one way to find out.

"dont call me ma'am, luke."

luke choked on air, taking a step forwards as he clumsily held onto the wall in shock. "okay, what the fuck?"

i laughed dryly, my eyes narrowed as i stared at him. the whole ‘spider-man’ thing really did suit him.

"you know?" he stuttered out. i nodded, before pointing over at the guy still squirming under his webs. "maybe you should get rid of him," i said calmly, crossing my arms over my chest after stuffing my money into the pocket of my jeans.

"oh. yeah, right."

before i knew it, luke had quite literally kicked the guy in the head to knock him out.

"are you allowed to do that?" i asked, my eyes wide in shock.

"nah, not really," luke shrugged, before looking down at his watch and pressing a few buttons.

"i thought you were supposed to be a friendly neighbourhood spider-boy," i retorted. luke scoffed, looking back up at me with what i could only assume to be a sly grin from under his mask. "its spider-man,” he corrected.

“and criminals who mess with pretty girls deserve to be curb stomped."

okay. yeah. he had a fair point. i am rather pretty.

then, out of nowhere, luke grabbed me by the waist and aimed his wrist towards the sky. before i knew it, he was swinging us towards the sky like a fucking lunatic.

“luke! what the fuck?!” i screamed, wrapping my arms around his neck and clinging to his body for dear life.

“what’s your addy?” he asked, his toned arm keeping me in place as it pressed against the small of my back.

‘what’s your addy?’ seriously? what a fuckin’ loser. i would’ve made fun of him for using snapchat lingo if it weren’t for how strong his arms were. jesus christ, they were so big and toned… no wonder he skips gym class every lesson; he doesn’t want to show off. what a humble king.

“uhh- greenhead avenue!” i cried out, digging my head into the nook of his neck. gods, he smelt good.

luke nodded, holding me tighter as he swung us through the air. “rodger that.”

“thanks for like… saving me, or whatever,”

i stood inside my bedroom, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as i clung onto the window frame. luke took off his mask as he stood on the balcony, leaning against the railing. he shot me a meek smile, tilting his head to the side as a way to play down his cocky demeanour.

he’s never gonna let me live this down.

“don’t worry about it.”

he paused, letting his smile drop. “just- promise you won’t tell anyone?” luke asked, his voice low as he leaned forward.

of course i wasn’t going to tell anyone- i’m not a total cunt. i have morals… sometimes.

“i promise, luke.”

he smiled, pulling his mask back over his head before taking a step back. “great. see you on monday,” he called out, jumping off the railing and swinging away from my apartment building.

as soon as he left, i face planted against my bed.

luke castellan was spider-man. i fucking knew it.

that was fine. i knew that.

but what really got me was how hot it was when he held me by the waist, how good he smelt, how raspy his voice was- WHAT THE FUCK.

no. what the fuck. are you kidding me. god no. no no no no no no no. i’m going to jump off the balcony. this is it.

of course. just my luck.

that day i confirmed my suspicions of luke being spider-man.

i also realised why i cared about it much.

fuck my life.

[medlilove]

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There’s nothing like sitting on a porch swing in the shade on a Georgia peach farm, talking to your niece, whom you found on an abandoned research station halfway across the galaxy. But that's a story for another day. 🍑

(Ok, so OC time. Ivy was found alone by McCoy and the crew at six years old on an abandoned research station during the Enterprise's five-year mission. After rehabilitation, she was adopted by Lorna, McCoy’s twin sister. Lorna, a dedicated social worker, licensed foster parent, and active community participant, lives on a small peach farm in Georgia with her wife Adelaide (Addie) and their teenage daughter June. Though McCoy owns an apartment in the city, he usually stays at the farm during shore leave, because it's just so much nicer.)

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It's Always Been You Bonus Scene 1 - Wolfsbane Hallucination

Author: @stiles-o-dylan24 Pairing: Stiles x Addy McCall Word Count: 3.1k Requested: Can you maybe write something about Addy telling Stiles what she saw during the hallucinations in season 2 at Lydia's party and having a Staddy fluffy moment? I don't remember but I think after that moment it never brought up again and kinda always wanted to see how Stiles would react, if it's okay for you of course! And obv if you want to write it take your time, don't rush it! 💕 A/N: Here you go sweets, it's been forever and a day but hopefully you're still around and you enjoy this! I'm putting this as taking place at the end of season 4 so you have an idea of the timeline of everything! Any other deleted/bonus scenes you guys want please don't hesitate to send them in bc I'm fully on my IABY bullshit while I edit the whole series to be ready for binding. Love you all!🩵 IABY PLAYLIST || <<PREV || MASTERLIST  ||  NEXT>>  ||

Another day another Lydia birthday party is in full swing– which is already a better turnout than the impromptu lake house party a couple of months ago.

That night we found the deadpool list and now we’re back from Mexico and Lydia promised a gathering to make us celebrate the fact that we’re all alive.

Stiles and I are in the backyard and he’s leaning back against one of the beams attached to the overhead pergola while I lean my back against his chest. He’s got his arms wrapped around my shoulders and my hands are gently gripping onto his forearms. 

The party is more so taking place inside since it was raining earlier– which is how Stiles got me to come outside with him. I’ve got the smell of rain, the pergola fairy lights and best of all my Stiles… so I’m pretty happy right now. 

Stiles is silent though and I could think he was just enjoying the quiet with me while the thumping bass of the party sounds in the house behind us, if it weren’t for the noise he just made. The noise is one he makes when he’s thinking about something that’s bothering him and once that noise is followed by him kissing my temple and squeezing his arms around me a little more… I know it’s something about me.

I move my thumbs against his forearms a little, leaning my head back against his shoulder as I ask him “What are you thinking about?”

“Hmm? Oh, nothing” Stiles replies too quickly and I throw him a look “Come on, at least lie better than that”

“I can’t lie to you” Stiles chuckles softly and I nod once, turning in his arms to face him while I smile brightly at him “I know.” I set my hands on his chest and slowly slide them up to wrap my arms behind his neck, asking him “So then tell me what’s on your mind”

Stiles makes a noise and takes a deep breath, slowly releasing it as he sets his hands on my hips and pulls me a little closer “Do yo– do you remember Lydia’s birthday party?”

“This one?” I laugh softly and he throws me a look “Obviously you remember this one or we have bigger problems right now concerning your memory, cutie.”

I snort and smile at him “Alright so not this one– which leaves last year because we’ve only been to two of her parties”

“Right,” he clears his throat, nodding his head ever so slightly and connecting his eyes with mine “So last year when we were all kinda…” he trails off and I nod once, my stomach dropping as I stand up a little more “Oh… umm yeah, the night of the wolfsbane” I smile softly at him, instantly hit with what I saw and really hoping he doesn't ask me about it. 

“The hallucinations, yeah” Stiles clarifies and I nod slowly, trying to smile like it’s no big deal while also imploring “What’s making you think about that night?”

Stiles doesn’t answer right away, just moves his thumbs against my sides as he moves his eyes between mine. He licks his lips quickly and tilts his head a little to the side “Well I was just thinking back… and I– well you never said what you saw that night… when I asked you what you hallucinated, you told me it didn’t matter, remember?”

“Because it didn’t” I say gently, smiling to soften the blow of my deflection, however, he just narrows his eyes in thought at me “Right but it does matter. What we all saw was something that we were deep down afraid of actually happening or being true so I’m just curious I guess… why do you say it doesn’t matter?”

“Sty, come on” I breathe out, looking around the backyard for an escape plan. I feel him keep his hold on me so I don’t step away from him as he asks me in a soft whisper “Was it your dad? I mean from how he was when we were kids?”

I look back at him, breathing in deeply and slowly releasing it as I barely shake my head and answer him softly, “No, it wasn’t about him.”

“Ok then what was it?” he questions gently, looking at me with so much love in his eyes. I can tell how much this means to him but I can’t shake the nerves and embarrassment of actually telling him what happened in my mind. I mean he saw his dad blaming him for his mom’s death and Scott saw Jacksanima hooking up with Allison on the stairs and I what? Had a phenomenal kiss and then ultimate whiplash as he said it would never be right? No way I can share that with the person I’m now dating. 

“Why are you remembering that night in particular right now?” I ask and he shrugs, looking around the backyard “We were standing basically right here with Scott that night. You looked…” he trails off, shaking his head and breathing out a soft huff before he connects his eyes with mine “Fuck, Adds, you looked gorgeous in that maroon lace dress and your black leather jacket.”

“You remember what I was wearing?” I say softly, my heart doing that little flutter thing that only Stiles can make happen and he makes a noise “Uh yeah I remember with vivid clarity the moment I walked into your house and I saw you. You made me stop breathing and I’m pretty sure I passed out because I think Scott hit my shoulder and said something but I couldn’t hear him and next thing I knew I was driving us to the party.” 

I chuckle softly, knowing my eyes are sparkling as I look up at him and he continues “I mean you always look amazing, Adds– but something about you looking all sexy badass that night…” he trails off, breathing in deeply as his fingers dig into my sides a little more and he pulls me against him “Yeah, I almost blurted out that I was in love with you.”

“You did not” I chuckle softly and he makes a face like I could not be more wrong, “Uh yeah I did, ask Scott– the way he looked at me was the only thing that made me not because it wasn’t the right time. I also wasn’t aware he knew at the time but either way we were drinking and that wouldn’t have been the right time– right?”

“No it wouldn’t have been the right time” I agree with him, scrunching my nose up a little as I continue “Especially since you’re right we were drinking and I fully thought you were going to say Lydia’s name and I drank even more because I couldn’t handle hearing your declaration of love about her again at that moment.”

Stiles snorts and looks up to the covered lighted up pergola above us, breathing out “Of course you thought that” he shakes his head and looks at me again “So you were drinking because of me being a dumbass–” 

“No, I was drinking because Lydia was being mind controlled by Peter and was sweetly forcing us all to drink spiked wolfsbane punch” I interrupt and he narrows his eyes at me “That may be why you took the first drink but I was the reason you drank more” I make a noise to argue, however, he just grips onto me a little more and doesn’t let me say another word as he rushes out “Which means you hallucinated what you did because of me which means you should tell me what you saw that night.”

“Why is this so important to you right now?” I ask, trying not to be defensive but I can’t help it when I’m just flooded with the memories of that night. “I mean,” I clear my throat and soften my voice, because even through the embarrassment taking hold on me I do know he’s just being his amazingly sweet self, “Why is it all of a sudden bothering you enough to want to know now?”

“It’s always bothered me, Adds,” he answers without missing a beat, his eyes so sincere I melt against him a little more while he continues “I’ve always wanted to know– since it happened to you.” His thumbs brush against my sides again, succeeding in lifting up my shirt so he’s touching my skin “The look on your face that night when I found you again has been burned in my brain. All I wanted to do was hug you and comfort you but you wouldn’t let me– I mean, you wouldn’t even look at me. Then fucking Matt almost drowned and we figured out he was the– you know, then the night and following days got crazy but that didn’t change the fact that I wanted to be there for you. Now I feel like I'm allowed to be there for you and comfort you even when you tell me nothing is bothering you– I’m allowed to be there for you in ways I wasn’t before and dammit woman, I want you to just let me.”

I chuckle and kiss him softly, “Okay” I murmur against his lips and he repeats “Okay? Like okay okay?”

I nod and pull back just enough to narrow my eyes playfully at him “Yes– okay as in I’ll tell you but after I do you have to drop it because half the reason I didn’t want to say anything was because I was embarrassed”

“Embarrassed?” Stiles scrunches his face up adorably and I throw him a look “Yes… now promise.”

“I promise after you tell me I will drop it” he repeats and I nod once “Thank you.”

Stiles kisses me quickly and says “Now tell me what you saw and were embarrassed about” he smiles wide “Please”

“Jesus you’re persistent” I grumble and he winks, his hands gripping onto me a little more “It’s why you love me”

I playfully glare at him, murmuring quietly “Yeah, yeah, yeah” and he gets impatient “Come on, tell me already”

“Oh for fucks sake” I throw him a look, and he smiles even wider at me. I chew on the inside of my cheek for a few seconds, taking a deep breath to try to calm my nerves before I rip off the bandaid and rush out quickly “I hallucinated that you kissed me.”

Stiles’ brows raise instantly with my words “I kissed you–” he licks his lips quickly “You hallucinated that I kissed you?” he repeats, a bright cocky smile starting to come over his features and I grimace since I have to tell him the next part “Well that’s not all so don’t get too cocky.”

“Oh my god was it a bad kiss?” he draws his brows in on his own embarrassed grimace “It was wasn’t it? Is that why you waited so long to actually kiss me?”

“Nope– it was a good” I release a shaky breath “A really good kiss actually.”

“Oh really?” he says, cocky smile back on his face and I narrow my eyes at him “Stop it”

“Sorry” he murmurs, half smiling as pulls me more against his chest “Tell me how it played out then.”

I look up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes and I breathe out nervously, shaking my head as I look away and focus on his chest “Well I was walking through the living room and you stalked towards me through the crowd of people with these deliberate I’d burn the world down for you steps until you set your hands on my hips and backed me against the wall… then you kissed me” I breathe in deeply, not really wanting to keep going “But then you…” I trail off quietly and Stiles’ voice is softer, more gentle as he asks even more quietly “Then what happened?” 

I squeeze my eyes closed and grimace “Just as quickly as you kissed me you stopped and when I opened my eyes, you were looking at me but the look on your face… it was like you–” I clear my throat, my voice barely above a whisper as I tell him “It was like you just made the biggest mistake of your life”

“Adds–” he tries but I shake my head and look at him sadly before I drop my eyes again and look at my hands on his chest “Then you said ‘You’re not her and that this isn’t right’ you dropped your hands from my sides and you stepped back throwing in the next gut punch of ‘This will never be right’ before you walked into the crowd of people in front of us. I went to follow you but then it was like I was thrown back into this reality and the music was suddenly blaring again and everyone was dancing not even paying attention to me.”

It’s silent after I finish telling him what happened and I want to disappear with explaining everything that I still unfortunately remember. Stiles takes a few more silent seconds before he murmurs “Hey” and I make a little noise to acknowledge him and he chuckles softly “Come on baby, show me your blues”

The corners of my mouth lift a little as I silently curse him for somehow always getting me to listen to him and I slowly look up at him. When my eyes connect with his I don’t see anything but reassurance and love looking right back at me “You do realize that you never have to worry about what was said being true right? You have and will always be the only her in my mind– there will never be anyone else”

I smile softly with his words, nodding a little and he squeezes me to him a little more “You could have told me what happened that night”

Shaking my head I scoff lightheartedly “Sty, come on there’s absolutely no way I could have told you”

“Yes you could have!” He insists, chuckling a little “Then I could have told you that you were crazy–”

I snort and level him with a look “Yes brilliant idea to tell the girl who just hallucinated her first kiss with the guy she’s in love with that she’s crazy.”

“Okay we all were hallucinating that night” he tries to reassure me and I narrow my eyes thoughtfully at him “Somehow that doesn’t make me feel better”

Stiles laughs softly, clearing his face of any humor as he gets a little more serious “Adds, if you told me that night what happened I would have told you right then that I was in love with you and only you”

I make a noise and ramble lightly “Well I wouldn’t have ever explained what happened that night because I thought you were in love with Lydia, so that just screams awkward trying to have you comfort me and my feelings when you love someone else but don’t want to hurt me and those feelings that just got dumped on you.”

He just blinks a few times and groans frustratedly, resting his forehead against mine “I can’t believe I was so stupid as to ever say something in your vicinity that would ever make you think you weren’t the only girl for me.”

I chuckle and move my nose along his “Yes, well… even Sherlock has his off days” I say gently and he connects his eyes with mine, breathing out a soft little chuckle.

He moves his eyes between mine before he lifts his head off mine and smiles like he just got a great idea “C’mere” he mumbles, reaching up and grabbing one of my hands in his before he starts walking me across the patio “Where are we going?” I ask, quickly moving my feet to keep up with him.

“Just follow me, babe” he says over his shoulder, keeping his hand tightly around mine as we walk into the living room. I flinch back a little from the loud music and talking noise, staying right behind him as he guides us through the crowd. 

He walks past everyone that’s standing around talking and dancing on and near the staircase before he leads us over to Lydia’s dad’s old office. Figuring Lydia would have locked these doors I draw my brows together curiously as he opens one of the french doors and leads us inside.

I walk further into the office towards the bookcase on the far wall and I turn around to look at him as he closes and locks the door. I raise a brow and look from the lock and up to connect my gaze with his “What exactly are we doing in here?”

Stiles just keeps his gaze locked on mine as he murmurs simply “This” and recreates the I’d burn the world down for you steps I told him about and quickly stalks towards me. I make a little noise when he sets his hands on my hips and presses me back against the bookshelf, smiling in his adorably sexy way before he kisses me.

Yeah I may have thought the hallucination was a good kiss but I didn’t know any better because kissing the real thing is unlike anything I could have imagined. I set my hands on his sides, feeling him lift one hand to cradle the side of my face in his palm as he pulls me impossibly closer and moves his lips against mine. 

I can’t even help the whimper that I make as I kiss him back, my hands gripping his shirt at his sides. Stiles responds with his own soft moan at my response and uses his hand to gently tilt my head and deepen the kiss. 

He pulls back just enough to rest his forehead on mine, gazing into my eyes as he moves his thumb against my cheek “Nothing has or will ever feel as right as this does, Adds. You are it for me and I will spend the rest of my life showing you how true that is so you will never question it, okay?”

“Yup” I sigh dreamily, wrapping my arms around his middle and licking my lips quickly as I smile softly up at him “I understand you loud and clear.”

He chuckles, his eyes dropping to my lips as he licks his own and murmurs “Good” before he gives me another earth shattering kiss.

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Posted 14 May 2024

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Mono~poly Chapter 5: Beautiful Days

A Tobias x Casey AU - Information and Notes

AU Premise: What happens when something that was supposed to be just fun turns into something real? When true love enters the equation between two people who view the very concept of love in different ways, can it work? In this alternate universe, we'll follow Casey and Tobias (and some others along the way) on their journey, where a happy ending is what both desire, but (as in life) nothing is guaranteed.

Fandom: Open Heart, Choices** Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey MacTavish F!MC Characters: Ethan Ramsey, Jackie Varma and OCs: Vivian Carrick, Jordan Carrick, Rose D'Allesandro, Addie Larkin, David MacTavish, Peter MacTavish, Diana Ellington-Rourke Rating: Teen Words: 5,300

Chapter Summary: The chapter begins with friends and family gathering for Tobias and Casey's big day. There is much revelry to be had, but for some, emotions run high. Later, the couple has settled into a happily married life where the honeymoon never seems to end. But as they prepare to celebrate their third anniversary, Casey receives an offer that is hard to refuse. Will that change things?

A/N: Participating in @choicesaugustchallenge Day 30 - Summer Wedding. A huge thank you to @angelasscribbles for prereading this for me!

The news spread like wildfire. It only took days for all of Boston to be abuzz over the engagement of Drs. Tobias Carrick and Casey MacTavish; it only took a few more before it was news in their hometowns, too. The announcement was met with a blend of joy and levity. While those who knew him had had a few years to get used to Tobias trading his swinging single life, and most were thrilled about his union with Casey, a dose of good-natured ribbing was bound to take place.

His mother, Vivian, was overjoyed and initiated her plans to deliver an August wedding that would leave people talking for years at once. With two confirmed bachelors as sons, she never thought she’d live to see this day, and she wasn't containing her excitement. When she stopped in to see Casey the morning of the wedding, she informed the young woman that she was erecting an altar for her daughter-in-law-to-be in her backyard, and Casey wasn't sure if she was joking.

In Casey’s corner of the world, her mother, Rose, was equally enthusiastic. Her reaction warmed Casey’s heart despite her fears over the inevitable conversations about how her father, David, would fit into the wedding plans. Those negotiations were fraught with tension and left Casey in tears - that’s the thing about the emotional baggage childhood delivers: it never fully goes away.

But Tobias was having none of it; he was totally serious about eloping if they failed to get their act together, and Casey was completely on board. That ultimatum was all Vivian needed to hear before she put the fear of God into both the D’Allesandro and MacTavish families. She promptly called a meeting, telling Tobias and Casey that she would take care of it all. Within an hour, Vivian emerged from the locked room with a satisfied grin and nary a hair out of place, assuring, “They will behave.”

Now, after months of planning and fuss... the day was finally here. It was time to celebrate the happy couple's love and commitment, and they were on top of the world.

After a chaotic morning, Casey was enjoying a quiet moment alone before the ceremony began. The soft hum of voices and laughter of guests who had gathered outside seeped through the venue’s walls as she adjusted the final touches of her wedding gown, its delicate lace and satin catching the light just so when Ethan entered the room.

His arrival went unnoticed. So, he leaned against the doorframe, allowing himself a few precious moments to take her in. A broad smile tugged at his lips, despite a hint of sadness lingering in his eyes. Clearing his throat to make his presence known, he moved toward her with the ease and familiarity of their long-standing bond.

“It’s not too late to run away,” he said with a playful grin. “Just say the word, and I’ll drive the getaway car.”

Casey turned toward him, her smile bright as her eyes met his. Ethan. Her dear friend, Ethan. While some might balk at a bride having her former lover as one of her bridal attendants, Tobias wholeheartedly supported her choice. He understood the depth of their friendship and was pleased that Casey would have him by her side on this special day. He wanted nothing more than for his bride to have everything her heart desired.

“Come on, Ethan," she teased. "You and Tobias buried the hatchet years ago. Do you really want to hurt him that bad?”

“Of course I don’t," he smiled. "And that would absolutely kill him.” He took a deep breath, his eyes still reflecting the bittersweet emotions in his heart. “You look absolutely stunning, Casey. You’re going to take Tobias’s breath away.”

“Thank you,” she blushed.

“He doesn’t deserve you – you know that, right?”

Casey winked playfully and adjusted the layers of her skirt. “I know!”

The tender moment burst when Jackie rushed into the room, her nervousness palpable. “Hate to bust this party up, but the photographer needs us in 15 minutes, and I have to finish getting the princess camera ready.”

Ethan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Not ready? She's gorgeous! How can you improve on that?”

Casey chuckled softly. “See, I told you I needed him around to bolster my ego! But I do have some last minute touches to complete.” She shooed Ethan away. “Go - go join the other attendants and have fun. I’ll be down before you know it.”

Jackie clapped her hands the moment Ethan exited the room. “It’s almost showtime! You ready?”

Casey beamed with a joy that radiated from inside. “You better believe I am! I can’t believe it’s already time!”

Jackie looked at her friend in the mirror, her smile faltering just a bit. “I’m so happy for you,” she whispered. “But you do have the prenup in order, right?”

The smile fell from Casey's face. “Jackie! Is that any way to talk to me 30 minutes before my wedding?” She tried to keep the mood light, but there was an unmistakable trace of annoyance in her voice. But it would take more than that to deter Jackie.

“You didn’t answer?”

Casey’s heart sank as she turned to her friend. “His family’s attorneys sent one over last week, but Tobias lost his mind. He insisted he didn’t want one; we’re going to be together forever, so…”

Jackie rolled her eyes, and it didn't go unnoticed. “Jackie, really? You’re my maid of honor! Tell me you’re joking about this! These are supposed to be the happiest moments of my life.”

Jackie’s internal struggle had her light-headed. She loved Casey, and she loved Tobias, too. She couldn’t deny their relationship had proven even the greatest skeptics wrong; they’d be relationship goals personified if not for that one promise. She was the only one who knew Casey had made it three years before, and if Tobias ever called in the offer of dabbling in non-monogamy, she wasn’t confident her friend would be able to handle it; if that happened, she doubted their marriage would survive. Still, Casey was relying on her, so Jackie forced herself back to the present.

“You know I’m an asshole,” she grinned. “I’m joking, girl. I love you, and I love Tobias, too. Come on. Let’s get you ready to marry your man.”

Casey took a deep breath as Jackie delicately placed the veil on her head. She’d have to be a fool to pretend she couldn't read Jackie's thoughts. Yet, at this moment, her heart was overflowing with joy, leaving no room for doubts. She loved Tobias with all her heart, and his love for her ran just as deep. She couldn’t imagine being happier than she was today. Yes, Casey was confident... this was forever.

The ceremony went off without a hitch; a Hollywood director couldn’t have scripted it better. Tobias wiped away tears as Casey walked down the aisle. She had opted to walk alone, and at that moment, he silently promised she’d never be alone again. Casey had struggled to hold back her tears - her make-up was flawless, after all - but her husband’s heartfelt vows diminished her resolve. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house when the officiant pronounced them husband and wife; the joy was unmistakable.

Vivian had meticulously planned the reception to be an elegant affair, but with Tobias & Casey as the bridal couple, there was bound to be some debauchery. Still, the revelry was kept in check, and after a couple of hours of staying glued to each other’s side, they began making the rounds. Tobias was on the dance floor with his friend Addie, who Casey had finally managed to wrangle into a bridesmaid’s dress.

“And they said it couldn’t be done,” Addie grinned.

“Ehh, that was a long time ago. Tell me you haven’t expected this from the moment I met Casey?”

“The moment? No. Absolutely not,” Addie laughed. “A year in... mmmm... maybe. But all I know is I’ve never seen you smile like this. I’m really happy for you, T.”

Tobias’s beamed, his face a picture of pride, joy, and contentment. “Thank you. I’m happy for me, too.” As they continued to dance, Addie leaned in closer, and Tobias returned to the playful banter that marked their friendship.

“Hey, I just realized... you’re here alone tonight. You’re always whining that you only get plus ones on your invites. Casey and I give you a plus two, and who do you bring? No one!”

“Relax!” she chortled. “It wasn’t intentional. My boyfriend is traveling with his band, and my girlfriend was going to come, but her Mom got sick, and she had to fly back to Dallas yesterday.”

“That’s too bad. I was hoping to get to know them better; I swear you’re hiding them from me.”  

“That’s not true,” she insisted. “The three of us are just pretty independent. But on the upside, I’m here stag, so if I run into any cute guests...”

Tobias barked out a laugh, “They won’t have a chance against you!”

Just then, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to find his mother, resplendent in an emerald green satin gown. “Mind if I cut in?” she asked.

Addie raised her hands with a playful smile. “As if I’d argue with you, Vivian.” She gave Tobias a quick kiss on the cheek before hurrying off.

Tobias took his mother in his arms, his heart full of love and gratitude. “Have I mentioned how grateful I am for all you’ve done for us today?”

“A few times,” she nodded. “But please continue. I think I'm entitled to hear it multiple times since you made me wait so damn long for this day."

Tobias chuckled, and then his gaze landed on Casey. “I think it was worth the wait, don’t you?”

Vivian followed his line of sight and nodded with a smile. “Absolutely! Casey is a gem. I love her as if she is my own." She turned back to her son with a sigh. "You did good, Tobias. Now, don’t mess this up!”  

“I promise, Mom. See that smile on her face? I intend to make sure she looks that way every day for the rest of her life."

“That’s what I want to hear,” she smiled as they swayed to the music. “Is she enjoying the day?” taking a half-step back, she changed her tone. “Has her family been behaving?”

Tobias winced slightly, and Vivian knew he was grappling to decide if he should tell her the truth. “Overall, yes... but her Father and one of his relatives were overheard discussing how relieved they are that she ended up marrying a man.”

“Oh, for God’s sake!” Vivian spat. “Do I need to intervene?”

“No,” Tobias laughed. “We don't want bloodshed at the wedding, Ma. Besides, Casey shook it off, and her cousin, Peter, made it very clear that they needed to knock it off. Let’s just say I’m confident there won’t be any more incidents.”

“Well, as long as Casey is all right.”

“She is; she told me nothing is going to spoil today for her... for us.”

“I’m glad,” Vivian smiled. “Because this is a glorious day and if anyone messed it up... no promises on the bloodshed.”

The reception was winding down, but the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and soft music still filled the air. Casey was sitting at a table with friends, their spirits high as they recounted funny stories from the past and talked about the day’s events. Casey had her head tilted back in laughter when Tobias slipped up behind her and pulled her into a passionate kiss.

“All right, this has been the best day of my life, baby, but we have a honeymoon in Bali to get to... and honey... do I have plans for you.”

Sienna raised an eyebrow as she put down her drink. “So, what you’re saying is, in a couple of days, this will be demoted to the second or third best day of your life?”

Tobias’s brother Jordan chuckled from the other end of the table. “Well, their honeymoon is 14 days long, so this is going to be his 15th best day real soon.”

Casey rolled her eyes as the group burst into laughter, and then she looked at Jackie and Sienna’s way. “I should go get changed. Jackie, Sienna, mind helping me out of this dress?”

“Hey!” Tobias interjected with a teasing grin. “Isn’t that my job?”

“There will be plenty of time for that on the honeymoon,” Casey winked, giving him a gentle shove before she headed off, leaving Tobias and his friends behind. He ordered a bottle of the restaurant’s finest Scotch to continue the celebration. When it arrived, Ethan took it in hand, visibly approving the choice. He poured a glass for everyone as the toasting began.

“Here’s to Tobias!” Bryce started. “The man who swore he’d never do something as crazy as this, and look at him now... he’s totally whipped.”

“Seriously,” his brother, Jordan, chimed in. “I’m so happy, and not just because you took some family pressure to get hitched off of me! As the now sole confirmed bachelor of the Carrick family, I wish you the very best... Casey is precious - now, don’t screw this up!”

Ethan was the next to go. “To Tobias. You’ve married a wonderful woman. Casey’s very lucky but nowhere near as lucky as you. Remember to appreciate every moment.”

“Salut!”  the friends toasted as Ethan forced a smile. Seated at Tobias’s side, his friend Addie looped her arm in his and raised her glass.

“Hey, I’m not getting left out of this!” she insisted with a grin. “Cheers to my dear friend Tobias—the one person I thought was less likely to settle into monogamy than me. Just look at you proving us all wrong. But I get it... Casey is amazing, and I’m genuinely, truly happy for you.”

“Thank you," he winked. "So, you gonna join me over here on this monogamy train."

“Oh, no fucking chance!” Addie laughed.

There was only one person left, Casey’s cousin Peter. Both were only children, and they grew up closer than most siblings, and all eyes were on him when he raised his glass.

“Tobias, I’ve watched the love between you and Casey grow over the past three years. It’s hard to believe, but every time I see you, it appears to deepen and grow. I couldn't be happier for both of you. Here’s to a future filled with love, laughter, and everything your hearts desire. But remember... be good to her.”

“I wouldn’t dream of treating her any other way," Tobias insisted.

“Good,” Peter laughed, giving Ethan’s shoulder a playful slap on the shoulder. “Then you’ll save the two of us the trouble of having to dispose of your body.”

They all raised their glasses and drank. The warmth of the Scotch reflected the warm feeling in the room. Surrounded by love and well wishes, Tobias and Casey continued their journey. Neither could wait for the life they were about to build.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The fluorescent lights in the diagnostic team’s office created the illusion of midday, even as dusk approached outside. What had once been a sterile, impersonal space had transformed over the years, thanks to Casey’s loving touch. Shelves that were once filled solely with medical journals and textbooks now showcased lush plants and carefully chosen photos. Ethan had initially approved the more formal shots— the team at award dinners, conferences, and the like—but Casey had managed to slip in some candid moments, too. Memories that highlighted the friendship the members of the team shared. Now, photos of them at local festivals, picking pumpkins in the fall, turning green at amusement parks, and smiling on a sunset cruise dotted the room. She had argued that they spent more time at work than they did at home, so their space should reflect that. Eventually, Ethan relented—with Casey involved, no one was surprised.

That cozy spot was where Casey, Ethan, and Jackie found themselves today as their workdays wound down. The faint hum of hospital activity provided a soothing background noise as their conversations turned to weekend plans. Ethan was attending a philharmonic concert, Jackie wanted nothing more than to catch up on sleep, and Casey couldn’t have been more excited to celebrate her third wedding anniversary.

“Three years already? How is that possible?” Jackie marveled.

“You made it to three years!” Ethan joked. “How is that possible?”

“Meh,” Casey smirked. “We have oodles of kinky sex and great communication – we’re set for life!”  

“Ugh,” Jackie groaned. “Did you have to bring the conversation there, Ethan?”

“Me?!” He protested. “Casey’s the one who turned this conversation.”

“Don’t act all puritanical, Dr. Ramsey!” Casey laughed. “My third wedding anniversary should bring back good memories for you, too.”

“This again?” Ethan moaned. “When are you going to let it go?”

 “As soon as you call her! You convincing Addie to go home with you once after my wedding is not enough to satiate me! You should know that! You two would be so good together.”

“Wait! Is that how he told you it happened!” Jackie jumped in. “I was there, and Addie was the one doing the seducing. Ramsey didn’t stand a chance.”

Ethan took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “It was a one-time private thing. You all really have to move on.”

“Fine!” Casey sighed. “I’ll just go on representing the happily married contingent of the diagnostic team for the foreseeable future.”

Just then, Tobias entered the room, his larger-than-life presence immediately commanding attention.

“Is that my beautiful wife talking? If so, you represent that contingency very well, baby.” With effortless charisma, he leaned over Casey’s chair and placed a lingering kiss on her lips.

“Great. Now we’re subjected to these two,” Ethan grumbled as Jackie groaned in agreement.

“What?” Tobias grinned as he poured a cup of coffee. “We’re at work! I know how to contain myself, you know.”

The room went silent as three sets of eyes stared at him incredulously. “All right, all right,” he smirked. “I know how to dial it down... to a degree. But you can’t blame me,” he added, sitting beside Casey. “The honeymoon never ends with this one.”

“Why are you here so early?” Casey asked, politely steering the conversation. “Your shift doesn’t begin for another hour.

“Correct, but yours ends in fifteen minutes. I thought we could grab dinner together in the cafeteria before you head out. You know,” he said, looking pointedly at Ethan. “Because my boss is an asshole who keeps scheduling us on opposite shifts.”

“That’s not true!” Ethan defended. “I go out of my to....”

“Relax! Relax!” Tobias laughed. After all these years, he still knew how to push Ethan’s buttons. “I’m teasing. Honestly, you do a great job making sure Casey and I get time together, and I appreciate it.”

Casey’s expression grew momentarily serious as her eyes met Ethan’s with a knowing look, but if Tobias noticed, he didn’t let on.

“So what do you say, baby? Dinner?” he asked.

Casey looked at her watch and nodded. “I do have errands to run after work. But if we go right now, I can squeeze you in.”

“Oh, honey, you can’t say squeeze me in and....”

“STOP IT!” Jackie yelled, holding her ears, and the happy couple laughed as they walked down the hall.

They settled into a quiet corner of the cafeteria, two chicken potpies—one of the better offerings—steamed between them. Casey smiled warmly at Tobias and reached across the table to gently squeeze his hand. She was so happy to see him, but she knew they had to tell him some news.

“Tobias,” she began, her voice tinged with apprehension. “You know the research Ethan and I have been doing on the inequities in diagnosing women’s health conditions?”

“Of course,” he replied, digging into his food. “You’ve been passionate about it. I really believe that if you keep at it, you could help bridge that gap and make a real difference.”

“Well,” she said, a mix of pride and nervousness in her eyes, “Apparently, you’re not the only one who thinks so. The National Institutes of Health agrees, and they’ve offered us an enormous grant to continue our studies. They want us to create a blueprint and train others nationwide.”

His eyes widened in disbelief as he grabbed her hand. “Honey! That’s incredible! This is huge! I’m so, so proud of you!”

“Thank you, baby,” she said softly. “But... I’m not sure I’m going to participate. I told Ethan I needed some time to think about it.”

He looked at her, both shocked and concerned. “You... you what?”

“Tobias, it’s difficult enough for us to make time to be together now. If I take this on, it’ll be in addition to my regular work. It means long hours and a lot of travel; I don't know if it's a good idea.”  

“Hon, we’ll figure it out,” he said firmly. “This is the opportunity of a lifetime. You can’t turn it down. I won’t let you.”

Casey’s face twisted, her eyes filling with tears. “But we were talking about possibly starting a family soon,” she whispered. “This would put that on hold indefinitely.”

“Possibly,” He replied gently. “We didn't even decide for sure if we wanted kids.”

“But we were leaning that way.”

“And we still can,” he reassured her. “I’m the old one here, you’re not. If we have to delay it, so be it. But baby, you can’t pass this up opportunity.”

“You really wouldn't mind?” she asked, her eyes searching his face for any sign of hesitation.

“Mind? Do you have any idea how much I'm going to brag about this?” he grinned. “I'm going to be incorrigible. What does your wife do? Oh, that’s cute. Let me tell you about my wife.” He slid his chair closer to hers and brushed a stray hair from her face before he gave her a playful kiss. “Not only is my wife gorgeous,” he kissed her again. “Not only is she hot as hell,” another kiss. “She’s brilliant, and she's going to change the world.” He pulled her closer, this time capturing her lips in a lingering kiss, deeper and more intense. “My wife,” he whispered, “is perfect in every way, and I’m so glad she’s mine.”

A lump formed in Casey’s throat as tears filled her eyes. “Have I ever told you how happy I am that I married you?”

“Yes,” he grinned. “But tell me again.”

“Have I told you how...” but Tobias silenced her by gently placing a finger over her lips.

“Not now,” he whispered. “Later, when I get home from work. In bed, naked... tell me then.”

“Hey, if that’s how you want me to tell you, I won’t just tell you... I’ll show you, too!”

“That’s the idea,” he smirked.

Casey hugged him, noticing the time on the clock over his shoulder. “Oh, shoot! I’m sorry, honey, but I have to go.”

“What's so important that you’re cutting our time short?” he asked, holding tight to her hand.

“I have anniversary plans to attend to,” she smiled as she cleared her place.

“But that’s not until Saturday?” He groaned. “Why do you have to go now?”

Casey gave him a knowing look. “I need to make sure my lingerie is in order,” she winked. "You wouldn't want to interfere with that."

“All right,” he sighed dramatically, making a show of dropping her hand. “Then go! Get out of here. Please, go!”

“Fine!” she giggled, picking up her tray.

“And remember,” he called after her, “the traditional gift for the third anniversary is leather. Feel free to add that to the mix.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as she walked away.

Tobias chuckled to himself as a resident glanced over, looking a bit horrified. “What?” Tobias grinned, unbothered. "One more trip to HR won’t kill me.... and she's worth it."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Casey hustled out of Edenbrook and headed toward the South End neighborhood they called home, with a smile tugging at her lips. The whole “lingerie situation” was already under control —she’d taken care of that weeks ago. But she had another stop to make, the Beacon Gallery.

She’d commissioned a painting by an up-and-coming artist to give to Tobias as an anniversary gift, and he asked for her to stop by and see it before he finished the work. The piece was eclectic, blending hues of their favorite colors and incorporating elements and symbols representing key moments from their time together. The general viewer might not decipher its meaning, but Casey knew Tobias would take one look at it, and his heart would melt.

The way Casey spoke about Tobias and described the deep love they shared moved the artist to name the piece Eternal Love. Casey smiled at the sentiment, believing it perfectly captured their bond.

But the gallery's owner balked at the idea. “That’s tempting fate!” He insisted. “Why do anything to welcome bad luck.”

Casey brushed him off, replying with confidence. “We don't need luck. We make our own own.”

The evening was beautiful, so when she left the gallery, she decided to take the long way home, strolling through the familiar streets she knew and loved so well. She was headed toward their favorite bakery to pick up a few things for dinner, when something unexpected caught her eye—a new gallery, one she was certain they’d never visited before.

She tried to recall if Tobias ever mentioned a new gallery opening. She was certain he had taken her to every existing gallery in Boston and beyond, and she was confident this one was new.

With her curiosity piqued, she crossed the street and gazed into the window. The artwork displayed was stunning—vibrant colors, bold strokes, and intricate details that she knew Tobias would love. The gallery itself looked almost empty, as if it was still being set up, so she decided to step inside.

The scent of fresh paint and varnish greeted her, as did crisp white walls that made the few displayed pieces stand out even more. Several other pieces remained wrapped, leaned against each other and a few sculptures were scattered throughout.

An abstract painting in the back of the gallery caught her eye. Its swirling, contrasting shades of blues, pinks, ombre, white, and gold danced across the canvas, evoking images of the four seasons. There was something both calming and chaotic about it, and it resonated with her. She reached out, almost touching the canvas, when a voice broke the silence.

“Hello,” a woman’s voice echoed.

Casey turned to find a tall, slender woman headed her way. Her sea of dark curls streaked with golden highlights was piled on top of her head, with a few curls cascading down onto her flawless tawny skin. She was beautiful in a way that was almost surreal like a figure in a painting come to life. Her movements were fluid and graceful, and as her warm, dark eyes met Casey’s, she momentarily forgot how to speak.

“Oh!” Casey replied, taking a startled step backward. “I’m so sorry—I didn’t realize! I’ll come back when—”

“No, no, it’s fine,” the woman said with a melodic laugh. “I won’t make any friends in my new neighborhood if I shoo everyone away.” She wiped her hands on the paint-splattered apron tied around her waist and extended a hand. “I’m Diana. I'm an artist - and I own the gallery, too.”

Casey relaxed, taking the woman’s hand. “I’m Casey. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Is all this your work?”

Diana looked around the room with pride. “Most of it is, but not everything.” She nodded toward the painting Casey had been admiring. “Do you like that one? That is mine.”  

“I do,” Casey replied, eyes returning to the painting. “It’s beautiful and captivating. From one angle, it’s so calming, but from another, it feels chaotic. It’s like it symbolizes… life.”

Diana’s smile widened. “That’s exactly what I was going for. Not everyone sees it right away. Are you an artist yourself? Or a collector, perhaps?”

“Me?” Casey laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, no! When it comes to art appreciation, I’m a novice at best. My husband is the connoisseur in the family. He may be a doctor, but art is woven into his DNA. He’s spent the better part of the last six years trying to bring me up to speed, but I'm afraid I still feel like a fish out of water around it.”

“Well, you’ve got a great eye,” Diana smiled. “And I love that you’ve taken an interest in something so important to your husband. That’s very special.”

“Thank you,” Casey smiled. “Actually, I just came from the Beacon Gallery. Our anniversary is Saturday, and I commissioned a painting for him. But I’ve got to admit…” She glanced back at the abstract. “I think he’d like this one even more.”

“Well, I certainly won’t stop you from buying another piece,” Diana winked, and Casey couldn’t help but be charmed.

“So, you’re new to Boston?” Casey asked.

“Yes,” Diana replied. “I have other galleries; my largest is in LA, and I have a smaller one near my home in Colorado. But I’ve wanted to establish an East Coast presence for a long time now. I came to the SoWa Winter Festiva last year and fell in love. Do you know when you can just feel from that start that it's going to be a perfect fit?"

"I do," Casey grinned. "When will you be opening? I can’t wait to see the rest of your work.”

“I officially open in two weeks, but I’m hosting a grand opening party next Saturday. It’s by invitation only, but I’d love for you and your husband to join us.”

Casey’s eyes lit up. “Really? Oh my God, he’ll be thrilled! Our anniversary is this Saturday—that would make the perfect addition to my gift.”

“I love that,” Diana said, clapping her hands together. “How many years are you celebrating?”

“Three."

“Ah, leather,” Diana playfully winked. “I assume you’ve already taken care of the traditional gift?"

Casey burst out laughing. “You knew that too quickly—you must be married yourself.”

“I am, and I have a crystal anniversary coming up. Fifteen years next month.”

“Fifteen?" Casey was stunned. "Wow, what did you do? Get married at ten?”

 “I knew I liked you the moment I laid eyes on you, Casey," Diana chuckled. “But now, you're my best friend! I’m so glad you stopped by—you’re officially my first friend in my new town.”

“I consider that an honor,” Casey said, genuinely touched. Her eyes landed on a stack of brochures on a nearby table. “Mind if I take a few of these? I work at Edenbrook Hospital, and I could hand them out to some of my peers.”

“I've got a beautiful new friend, and she's helping me spread the word? This really is my lucky day,” Diana said, handing her a stack of brochures and two elegant invitations. “I really hope to see you both at the grand opening.”

“I wouldn't miss it!” Casey smiled, tucking the brochures and invitations into her bag. “And don’t be surprised if I stop by before then. I wouldn't mind another sneak peek."

“Please do!” Diana enthused. “I’d love the company, and you can tell me all the good places to go in the neighborhood. If I don't find a good iced matcha latte soon, I might lose my mind."

“Ah! I know just the place! I'll be sure to stop in if I see you here!"

Casey walked home with a sense of contentment. Her day had started with a bright opportunity and now, she felt like she found something special in that gallery... and in Diana. She couldn’t wait to tell Tobias all about it.

When she arrived home, she set the brochures on the kitchen counter, and her fingers brushed over the invitations as she thought about how much Tobias would love this surprise. It really was the perfect addition to her anniversary gift: a new place they could explore together and a night where they could dress up to boot! She already had the perfect dress in mind.

She carefully hid the invitations in a box toward the back of her closet, not far from the lingerie and a few leather items that would be making an appearance on Saturday, as well. The thought made her smile; she couldn’t wait to celebrate! As she glanced at the clock, she realized Tobias would be home in a few hours. She had so much to look forward to. As she stepped into the shower, allowing the steam and warm water to envelop her, she felt a peace that soothed her to her core. It had been a wonderful day filled with new opportunities, new connections, and the promise of even more to come. She was so fortunate, and she couldn’t wait for all that was ahead.

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

[augustvandyne]

Addie x reader !

Addie meets readers parents for the first time and it doesn’t go well, Addie comforts reader after

if you’re lactose intolerant i’m sorry

ice cream

“You don’t have to come in,” You bit your lip nervously as you look out the passenger side window.

“I came with you,” Addison places her hand on your knee. “I’m coming in. I wouldn’t rather be doing this with anyone else.”

“Okay,” You smile softly, leaning in for a short kiss.

“Come on,” Addison pinches your chin between her thumb and side of her pointer finger as you lean in for another kiss.

“Just one more,” You beg.

Addison chuckles with a shake of her head, but reluctantly leans in for another.

“Okay. Now I’m ready,” You swipe your thumb under her lip to remove the smeared lipstick. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Addison comes around the car to open your door, because that’s just the kind of person she is. It’s part of the reason you fell for her in the first place - how kind and thoughtful of a person she was.

She holds her hand out for you to take, and she helps pull you out of the car.

Wrapping your arm around her waist, you timidly walk towards the entrance to your childhood home. You were nervous because your parents never really excepted your orientation, nor would they be proud of the gaping age gap between you and Addison. But you didn’t care - not really, anyhow - about what they had to say as long as you were happy.

And Addison made you happy. More than.

You lift your fist to knock on the door, and hesitate for a moment before rapping your fist against the door.

You remove your hand from Addison’s waist as the door swings open.

“Y/n,” Your mom, Ellen, says. She can’t even hold eye contact with you.

You clear your throat, trying to stop a lump from forming. The last thing you needed was to meltdown in front of your parents.

“Come in, your father is sitting at the table,” She makes a face at Addison, and you let her walk in first. Your hand still in hers as your mother shuts the door behind you.

The food is on the table when you make it towards the dining room, along with your father.

“Hey dad,” You lean down to hug him, and his hand pats your back in a hello.

Your parents sit on one side of the table, while you and Addison sit on the other. Addison’s hand lands on your thigh when your leg starts bouncing nervously.

A soft smile takes over your lips in a silent thank you, and you place your non-dominant hand on top of hers.

“I’m Richard,” Your father nods, not looking Addison in the eye at all as he moves food around his plate.

“Are you here to eat, or what?” Your mom gives you a look and you sit uncomfortably in your seat.

“Yes,” You inhale sharply, you and Addison both plating up some food out of the pans placed on the table.

You take a bite of the potatoes, and fight the urge to moan aloud at the taste.

Your foot begins to shake under the table at the awkward silence. You draw your bottom lip between your teeth nervously.

“Are you going to introduce us to your.. friend?” Your dad spits out.

“This is Addison,” You don’t look up from your plate.

“And what does Allison do?” Your mother asks, purposefully saying Addison’s name incorrectly as she did in the past.

“I’m a fetal and neonatal surgeon at the same hospital as Y/n - Seattle Grace,” Addison speaks for herself. “That’s actually how we met.”

Your mother hums, obviously as uninterested as she could get.

“Yeah..” Your smile at her. “I’m interested in peds and fetal, as you know. And Addison is teaching me.”

“That’s right,” Addison smiles politely at both of your parents, patting her hand on yours.

All of the sudden, your father drops his silverware onto the plate, “I can’t do this. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I really tried, but.. I don’t accept this.”

“Dad—“ Your lips turn to a frown. “You haven’t even tried.”

“I have!”

“We’ve been here a few minutes,” The lump begins to form, faster and faster. “You’ve only met her once. You—“

“It’s okay,” Addison squeezes your thigh reassuringly, rubbing small circles on your inner thigh with her thumb. “They don’t have to like me.”

“No—“ You can’t hold the tears back. “Mom, please!”

“I’m sorry,” Your mom continues looking down. “He’s right. I think it’s best if Allison goes. You can stay, but she has to leave.”

You lean back in your chair, as if you were struck by lightning. Your chest felt heavy and you couldn’t breathe anymore. Your eyebrows furrow, and all your eyes hold is betrayal.

“How could you say something like that?” Tears silently fall down, your voice cracking.

Addison stays quiet, and you’re partly glad for that, because you didn’t need her making matters worse. But it also would’ve been nice if she tried standing up for you.

“We’ll be going,” Addison stands, putting her hand on your shoulder to snap you out of the betrayed trance you have set on your parents.

“Take a piece of pie,” Your father watches as you stand.

“Shove the pie up your—“

“Okay,” Addison shoves you towards the door. “Let’s go, darling. We don’t need to make this worse than it already is.”

“They— how—“

“I know,” Addison kisses your temple before turning towards your parents. “Thank you for having us. And it’s Addison. You have a wonderful daughter, and you shouldn’t throw that away because you can’t get over your beliefs.”

You smile sadly as your girlfriend tries to fight for you, even though it won’t work.

“Have a good night, now.”

You keep your head turned away from Addison because you don’t want her to see you so distraught. You’ve cried in front of her before, sure. But never quite in this capacity, or for this long of a period.

Addison starts the car, silently driving you towards your - the residents - shared house, you hope. All you want right now is to indulge in some ice cream, a movie, and to cry into your pillow.

You close your eyes, resting your head against the window.

“We’re here,” Addison says excitedly. Too excitedly for you to be at the house.

You open your eyes, and your lips come together in a small smile.

She knew.

She knew you were sad and that the only thing that helps you is ice cream.

“It’s a nice gesture,” You make no attempt to remove your seatbelt. “But I’m not exactly public ready. And I don’t even have any money.”

Addison chuckles at that.

“I’ll get you something. What do you want?” She begins to unbuckle her seatbelt.

“You don’t have to,” You shook your head, giving a fake smile. “I’m fine. Just take me home.”

“Look at me,” You could feel Addison’s gaze on your face, but you didn’t want to look at her, afraid you’d start crying again. She softly turns your head towards her. “I’m not taking you home.”

You lift your brow.

“You just had a terrible night,” Addison tilts her head, looking at you with nothing but love in her stare. “I’m getting you ice cream, maybe some food if you’re still hungry, and then we’re going to go back to my place. Where we will watch all your favorite movies and I will let you cry into my chest while I rub your back. So either tell me what you want, or I’ll order for you.”

“Order for me,” You lean into her touch.

“Okay,” Addison gives you a peck on the lips. “By the way, I’m not afraid of a little tears. I’m here for you through whatever.”

As the door shuts, you say to yourself, “I think I love you.”

She comes back with your favorite flavor, and you don’t even question how she knows that, because of course she knows, along with a burger for you and one for herself.

Addison spends the rest of the night cuddling you and rubbing your back, and she doesn’t even complain when you request to watch your favorite movie not once, not twice, but three times.

And Addison seemed to get through to your parents, because you wake up with messages from both your mother and your father.

[nicohischierz]

stop addy and matt are so cute!

why do i see addy asking matt to teach her more about fighting just in case? and one game in the future she gets in a fight everyone is so shocked because she completely won and matt is so proud

“matty?” adelaide called.

“yes princess,” matt answered from the bathroom. he walked into the bedroom and looked at his girlfriend.

“well i was wondering. umm you know you have a physical game, well i thought maybe you could teach me,” she mumbled.

matt smiled at his girl. “you wanna know how to fight,” he said smugly. adelaide nodded and matt placed a kiss on her head.

they move the living room furniture and matt buys well a mat to make the ground softer and he does a step by step guide on how to fight.

like he shows her how to take a guy down and she’s pretty physical because of her brothers and playing in men’s division.

literally one day braden schneider walks in on addy successfully taking matt to the ground and he walks back out thinking he’s interrupted something.

now picture this scene.

msg it’s isles v rangers.

adelaide’s being pushed around and she swings at this guy. usually she doesn’t fight and someone else goes after the guy. but no she’s swinging and taking this guy down.

matt is on the ice by the rangers bench a little smile on his face as he watches his girl. he feels so proud and definitely shows her after the game

[kimi-level-of-idgaf]

We’d make a cute one of these - Trevor Zegras

trevor zegras x fem!reader

My older sister had asked if I was able to watch her one year old daughter while her and her husband went on a date night.I had immediately said yes as I love my niece and jump at every chance to see her. 

“TREVOR!!” I yell from the couch. 

“What’s up babe?” Trev says as he walks out of the kitchen. 

“Can you go get the stuff for Leilani? She’s coming over in an hour.” I say with my puppy eyes. 

“Lei is coming over? Since when?” Trevor asked. 

“Since Addie just called me five minutes ago. Is there a problem?” I say with a grin, knowing he’s wrapped around the little girls finger. 

“No, I like knowing in advance. She never eats our food. We need to have stuff for her or something,” Trevor sighs, as he turns and starts fretting over the small stuff we have laying around our house that Leilani might grab ahold of. 

“Well we have some fruit she can eat. And yogurt,” I say, getting up and walking into the kitchen. I hear Trevor sigh behind me. “Well, what? Do you want to go get some for her?” I ask with a quirked eyebrow.

Trevor smiles and nods his head. He turns on his heel, grabs his keys, kisses me head, and heads out the door. 

I stand there, baffled, for a second before I head up to get the toddler pen that Addie gave me for when Leilani comes over. After setting it up in the living room I go back up to the closet to grab the box of toys that have accumulated at our place since Leilani was born. After I have some blankets and some toys set up in the playpen I decide to make myself some tea before she gets here. 

As I’m stirring my hot cup of green tea I hear the door to the garage open and into the kitchen walks Trevor. With three whole bags of baby snacks. 

“Trevor!! She’s not our kid! We don’t need this much!” I exclaim, eyebrows raised. 

He grins, “Babe, she’s always with us. Just start bringing some when you go to lunch with her and Addie. Maybe we can win her over and she’ll just stay here forever.” 

A small grin creeps to my face. “Hmm, I’d like to see what Addie thinks about that.” As he opens his mouth up to respond, the doorbell rings and Trev’s face lights up. He runs to the door, swinging it wide open. “Leilani, you’re getting bigger everyday!” He says, taking the toddler from Addie as they both walk in. “Don’t remind me,” Addie says as she sets Leilani’s diaper bag on the floor next the bench by our front door. “Well, I’ve got to go. You guys know everything I would normally say, right?” she asks, still being a worrisome mother. I open my mouth. 

“We’re fine! Leilani loves visiting us, don’t you?” Trevor says over me as he walks away with Leilani into the living room. 

Addie turns to me, “When are you going to give that man a kid of his own, look at him with Leilani.” she coos. 

“We are not close to having our own baby. But yeah, he’s great with her, isn’t he?” I say, watching after him. 

“Hmm. We’ll see. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Thank you guys so much again. Really, you guys are lifesavers.” Addie says on her way back to the front door. 

Helping her out I say, “Of course, we’ll take her anytime.”

After Addie leaves I grab my cup of tea and head out to the living room to see the tv already set up playing Bluey and Trevor sitting with Leilani in his lap. He was leaning over her bopping her with his finger all over and she was rolling around his lap laughing and giggling. I smile at the sound of the little toddlers glee and go to sit next to them. 

“Who’s that Leilani? Who is she? Is that Auntie y/n?” Trev says in the voice he reserved for speaking to Leilani. 

I lean over Trevors shoulder and smile at the little girl who’s eyes are farting back and forth from me and trevor and a smile that doesn’t falter. 

“Hmm, it’d be pretty cute if we had one of these,” Trevor mutters and turns his head. 

I turn my head in shock. We’ve never had this conversation. I knew Trevor was great with kids and I knew he was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. “Kids? You want kids right now?” I ask with a lazy smile. 

“Well , maybe not now.” he says, grinning back at me. “But I know it’s you. I want to have my life be with you and all of the actual parenting stuff that we never get to do now, I want that later, with you. That, I know for certain.” Trevor admits, getting serious. 

“I can’t wait to live that life with you, Trevor” I say as my eyes well up with tears. 

Leilani lets out a soft wail and regains our attention. “Yeah, Leilani. What do you say? Do you want a little cousin?” I laugh as Trevor asks Leilani for her input  as if she had any. I could definitely see this becoming the normal for Trevor and I soon.

[zaynmirrors]

Fire on Fire: Part 20

A/N: Getting close to the end guys! Does anyone have any ideas for another series or blurbs? Open to suggestions.

Chapter 20

10k stayed in and out of consciousness, so much to the point I was starting to worry. Eventually, by luck, we met up with Warren and the others. 

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this” Warren spoke, glancing back at me in the rearview mirror. 

I shook my head, “All good” though I’m not sure it was. 

“How’s your little girl?” She smiled fondly at the memory of her. 

A small smile tugged on my lips, “She’s good, talking, being a menace” which earned a chuckle from Warren. 

“Where is your daughter now?” Hector, who I managed to learn they had beef with for a while but was now on our side. 

I winced, “it’s a long story, but she's with this couple that took us in. Very fortified place”

Hector nodded and mumbled something about that being nice as Doctor Sun Mei glanced back at 10k who slept, she said nothing but looked skeptical. 

“What can you tell us about Murphy town?” Warren asked. 

I shook my head. “Not much, there’s a lot of security, a zombie moat, and these people just listen to him”

“Now that’s odd” Warren grunted, I nodded. 

“That’s all I got before he knocked me out” I stated 

Hector raised an eyebrow “knocked you out?”

I nodded, “yeah, woke up in a psych ward, that’s how I met up with doc and 10k”

“Oh you’re gonna wanna hear this!” Doc piped up and went on to tell the whole story, I snorted, laughing at some of the funny parts. 

“Sounds like you guys have been up to quite a bit” Addy pipes up. I nod. The ride continued swapping stories of zombies, family before, and just what we wish the world was now. 

Warren pulled to a stop at a lookout that gave us a good view of Murphy's little village. If it came to a fight I don't know if I'd be able to go down swinging. I promised I'd make it back to Em. 

I sighed quietly, taking a look at 10k who was still passed out. Good, sleep it off. The more time I have to plan out this conversation the better. 

Warren decided to set up camp here, so we sat around a low-burning fire eating beans Maggie packed for me. I stood taking what was left of my bowl over to the opened trunk of the car where 10k lay. Though instead of asleep, his eyes were open staring at the roof of the car. His head turned my way. Fuck. 

“How long have you been here?” He asked, voice still groggy from sleep, or drugs, or Murphy, hell maybe a combo. 

I took a breath, “been here a while” he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the trunk. 

He looked at the bowl in my hand and then back up to my face. “Come to really put a knife in my chest?” He deadpanned. 

No emotion was shown in his eyes, I glanced over to see if anyone was listening, if they were they were doing a good job hiding it. 

“I came to apologize, and save your ass” I offered up the bowl of beans, he crossed his arms over his chest in rejection so I set it on the edge of the trunk beside him. 

He stayed silent, either not wanting to listen or telling me to continue. Regardless I continued. “I was selfish, I chose Emma over you and the mission and I’m sorry.”

He loosened the tightness of his arms but his face remained stoic so I just went on, “Every waking moment I think about you, about us. fuck you’re in my dreams too. I was stupid and you can hate me all you want, I deserve it.” 

He remained silent, as tears threatened to spill. Heat ran its way up from my cheeks to the tops of my ears. I could tell he was in contemplation, I knew him all too well. “I would’ve gone with you,” he said, firm and truthful. “You could’ve just said something, everything could’ve been okay. All you had to do was just fucking say something!” His fist hit the carpet inside but still made a loud enough noise that made me jump. 

He went on, “The little savior act isn’t going to fix things. I should’ve known you would’ve picked that thing over me. I was happier thinking you were dead” 

I couldn’t stop the tear that fell down my cheek but I wasn’t about to cry in earshot of everyone else. I simply nodded and walked away, noticing we had gathered an audience. 

My feet carried me past the group, ignoring Warren calling out for me. This is exactly how I figured it would go. I should’ve just stayed at the farm. Crawling into one of the tents we set up, I laid on the sleeping bag and sobbed, Not caring about anyone hearing me. 

I sobbed, knowing you fucked up was one guilt but hearing it was a whole other level. I almost hadn’t heard Addy enter the tent. “Y/N, you wanna talk?”

Shaking my head earned a sigh from her, then some rustling and a sudden warmth at my back. I didn’t stray from her touch when she wrapped around me.

Addy rested her nose on the top of my head. A hand in my hair, rubbing in soothing circles. “I don’t think he means what he said,” she said lowly. So they had heard. 

I shook my head but she just shushed me, “Give him time, it’s obvious he’s not in the right mind at the moment”. It didn’t matter to me, somewhere deep in his mind he meant that. She held me, soothing me as I cried. Even as I fell asleep. 

That morning I woke alone, not that it bothered me. I was becoming used to waking up alone. I didn’t want to leave the safety of the tent. Leaving meant facing the group. Facing 10k. I couldn’t do that, though there wasn’t much choice in that matter. I’d have to leave eventually. 

Before I could even think about getting up Warren made her way into the tent, biscuit in hand which she offered out to me. I took it with a small smile. 

“He ran off” was all she said, I knew though. I just nodded and so she continued “We’re gonna fight, it'll be messy. I know you got that little girl to take care of so if you wanted to leave” Did I want to leave? I felt indifferent about fighting.

“If you find yourselves out our way, stop by,” I said, she nodded. I’m sure she knew what my choice was going to be. I told her how to find us, “when 10K gets fixed-“

She smiled, “I’ll send him your way, give that little girl a hug for me” I nodded and smiled, turning on my heel to face the tent. 

I didn’t waste time gathering my stuff. When I was done, I went to say my goodbyes but saw Addie talking to Warren who held a sullen expression on her face. 

Doc grabbed my attention as he said “I hate to see you go again” I turned to look at him. 

“I know, I want to stay and make sure he’s okay but I can’t.” He held his hand up as if he understood, “If I would’ve just stayed-“

“Hey, don’t. None of us could’ve known that Murphy was going to do that.” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “Murphy set that whole thing up, he knew what he was doing, it wasn’t your fault”

It was like everything clicked together, he truly had planned it all out. Fucker. He deserves everything that’s coming. “You bring him home to me,” I said, pulling Doc into a tight hug.

“We’ll be right behind you kiddo,” he said into my hair, slowly loosening his hold on me. With that, I left. 

Chapter 21

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[verdemoun]

is there some info about your timewarp au that you really wanna talk about?? if so i am all ears

bless one of the core timewarp au scenes is really the moment they are all just settled and okay and don't really know when it happened but realizing yes this is good this is the life we were meant to have the gang together again

it was meant to be one of their usual family bbq gatherings but grimshaw couldn't get out of work and in no man left behind fashion they decided they would crash the bar. open mic night

sean and lenny meant to be singing a ballad to their respective wives but instead just staring at each other while karen and jenny are entirely amused/delighted over how in love they are with each other. most wholesome dynamic

jack being too young to buy drinks and grimshaw not willing to lose her liquor license for him. big bossy rule enforcing queen entirely undermined by isaac persistently buying himself double shots and slight of hand sliding them to jack until they are both plastered.

hosea just being old this is post 1911 gang warping so he is approaching 70 bessie is retired they are sitting in a comfortable booth enjoying pub meals and whiskey watching their massive family be happy but also just in their own loved up world where they are the only two people that exist

someone with a spray bottle trying to keep javier and kieran off each other for 10 minutes ffs there's children present

john thinking he is the best parent letting his daughter sip beer while abigail yells at him because she's only like 8. he argues they were both already drinking at that age. fighting like an old married couple but also can't stay mad at each other. abigail rolling her eyes but smiling as john kisses her. addie jr helped herself to a whole beer while they were fighting

arthur and charles both responsible adults still getting white girl silly drunk. tripping over each other cackling arthur trying to catch charles and instead completely faceplanting himself. drunk dancing together not realizing they are the center of attention

micah and bill leaning on the bar having the 'why are you gay' 'who says i'm gay' 'you are gay' but also micah in a trying to be a better person/must prove he is the best at everything giving bill dating tips despite being the worst straight man in history

dutch being allowed to come along (molly and her wife were busy being lesbians elsewhere. if molly is coming dutch is not invited (for His safety, not hers)) dutch having a few too many drinks and slipping into 'y'know maybe we could overthrow the government' and annabelle having to play babysitter 'No Dutch'. Hosea still likes listening to Dutch's tangents he may have his arms around his wife but he is just smiling affectionately listening to Dutch go off

no one realizing just how happy but also out of hand things are getting until jake adler pulls out the fiddle playing live music while his beautiful immaculate stunning spectacular bisexual wife sadie adler sings hell's coming with me. everyone just vibing until she switches the line to 'then colm o'driscoll was hanging by a rope'. hollering cheering screaming drinks being raised noise complaints being filed it is never too late to celebrate colm's execution

poor eliza pulling out the 'oh arthur' as she tries to get arthur, charles, isaac and jack home because they are all blind drunk. john having to help force them all into the car. jack and isaac are attached at the hip he is going home with them

also drunk jack going through absolute swings and roundabouts one second it's 'fuck you dad i'm gonna start my own gang with blackjack and hookers' isaac in the distance 'fuck yeah sex work is real work' only to be 'i'm sorry i let you down and i made mistakes and i keep making mistakes' as john carries him over his shoulder to the car. john very tentatively trying to assure him he didn't let him down and it's just further proof he is his son and that he's sorry jack inherited making the same dumb mistakes from him

uncle eating every single bowl of peanuts at the bar and falling asleep in a booth. grimshaw still closing and locking down the bar with him still inside to try and teach him a lesson

[dee-writes-smut]

PROPOSALS & REJECTIONS (Part One)

FEATURING Mark Sloan x reader

SUMMARY Mark won’t get off your ass about a date, but you refuse to stoop so low until your best friends Derek and Addison change your mind

CONTENT WARNINGS descriptions of injuries, pain, mentions of infertility, mark being gross, and maybe language

AUTHORS NOTE I’ve been in a Grey’s anatomy mood, and tumblr is LACKING in my husband Sloan fics so I made whatever this is. As always, let me know if you want a second part.

"Go away, Mark," you sigh, irritation seeping through as you clutch the stack of patient charts you'd been feverishly updating at the nurse's station. Your concentration had been perfect until his unmistakable presence loomed beside you.

"C’mon! I haven’t even said anything yet!" Mark protests, his voice carrying a note of offense as he trails you down the brightly lit hospital corridor.

"You don’t have to say anything; you’re Mark," you grumble under your breath, your annoyance growing. Without slowing your pace, you swiftly turn a corner, effectively cutting him off. You push open the door to your patient's room, leaving him alone in the hallway, his puzzled expression fading as the door swings shut.

At that moment, Derek strides past, a smirk visible on his face as he observes the scene. "Don’t say I didn’t warn you," he chuckles, shaking his head slightly at Mark’s dejected stance. Mark lets out a defeated huff and reluctantly turns to follow Derek towards their next case.

"Man, that fish is hard to hook," Mark sighs to Derek as they walk together toward the pre-op section, his frustration evident. The comment floats back along the hospital corridor, mingling with the usual cacophony of beeping monitors and hurried footsteps.

"Well, maybe that 'fish' would be easier to catch if you stopped calling her a fish," Derek laughs, the sound rich and knowing. They pass a group of nurses, who glance curiously at the pair, wondering at their laughter amidst the usual hospital seriousness.

Mark considers hurling a sarcastic retort about his own tumultuous relationship with Meredith, thinking it might lighten the mood. But he glances at Derek's amused, expectant face and decides against it. Instead, Mark falls into a sullen silence, his mind replaying the morning's rebuffs as they prep for surgery. The rest of his day drags on, each hour marked by a growing sense of frustration and isolation that only deepens his sulk.

"God, I swear Sloan doesn’t know when to quit!” you grumble, your frustration palpable as you maneuver the patient's hip back into place with precision, despite his howls of pain echoing in the trauma bay.

“He’s definitely persistent, I will give him that,” Addison acknowledges, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion as she assists in restraining the patient.

“Enough about Mark, what brings you down to my trauma bay today?” you inquire, your attention shifting momentarily from the task at hand as you deftly adjust the patient's IV drip.

“I was hoping for some advice,” Addison begins tentatively, her gaze flickering between the patient and your focused movements.

“Hold that thought, Addie,” you interject, a sense of urgency in your tone. “Nurse, could you please page Dr. Stevens and Dr. Shepard for me?” Your request is met with a nod from the nurse, who promptly exits the room, leaving you and Addison alone.

“Okay, now that we've removed the potential for eavesdropping, and…” Your words trail off as you glance over at Mr. Howard, your car trauma patient, now sedated and stabilized, at least for the moment. “A stable patient. Hit me!”

“Do you remember when I left for LA a few days ago?” Addison's voice holds a note of vulnerability as she speaks.

“Well, yeah, you only got back like two days ago,” you reply with a sympathetic smile, recalling the recent upheaval in her schedule.

“Anyways,” Addison continues, her tone becoming more focused, “When I went, I was going to see Naomi, you remember her?”

“Yeah, from college, right? She was with you guys in New York too, the fertility specialist?”

“That’s her…” Addison trails off, a solitary tear slipping down her cheek, unnoticed in the bustle of the trauma bay.

“Oh, Addie,” you sigh softly, pulling her into a gentle embrace, your heart aching for her distress.

“My whole life I’ve waited for kids, but now that I’m ready to actually have them, I have barely any eggs and my FSH is too low,” Addison confesses, her voice trembling with emotion as she shares her deepest fears.

“Shh, it’s going to be okay,” you assure her, holding her close and offering what comfort you can amidst the chaos of the trauma bay. “You are Addison freaking Montgomery, do you hear me?” you declare, your voice firm with conviction as you meet her gaze. “You've faced adversity head-on, time and time again. You've weathered storms that would have broken lesser souls. And now, you will overcome this.” You wish you could convey the depth of your belief in her resilience, the unwavering strength that has always been her hallmark.

“Thank you,” Addison murmurs once she's calmed down, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she pulls away slightly, her expression a mixture of gratitude and determination.

“Hey, none of that. You know I'm always here for you,” you reassure her, offering a reassuring smile as you gently wipe away her tears. “But if you really wanted to help me out, you'd get Mark off my back,” you add with a teasing grin, hoping to lighten the heavy atmosphere with a touch of humor. It earns a weak chuckle from Addison, a brief respite from the weight of her worries.

However, your shared moment of levity is short-lived as Derek enters the room, followed by Stevens and her interns, the bustle of activity resuming with renewed intensity. You nod at Addison as she gathers herself, her expression a mask of determination as she exits the trauma bay, passing by Derek without a word, her resolve unshakeable in the face of adversity.

"Dr. Shepard, I need a neuro consult, right pupil looks to be blown, I’m assuming a stroke or increased intracranial pressure of some kind, but you might want a resident to order a head CT,” I assert, my tone crisp and authoritative as I hand over the patient's chart to Derek, my eyes already scanning the bustling trauma bay for the resident I've paged.

Derek quickly scans the chart, his expression shifting to one of concern as he approaches the patient's bedside to conduct a preliminary examination. Meanwhile, I redirect my attention to Dr. Stevens, who has just entered the trauma bay in response to my page.

“As for you, Dr. Stevens, could you please give me a valid reason why I had to page you, my assigned resident for the day, to my trauma bay?” I question sharply, my gaze piercing as I wait for an explanation. Stevens shifts uncomfortably under my scrutiny, her eyes darting nervously around the room.

“I-I’m sorry, ma’am, I was just—I had a…” Stevens stammers, her voice trailing off as she struggles to come up with a coherent response. I raise an eyebrow, growing increasingly suspicious at her evasive demeanor.

“Well, if my specialty doesn’t seem too important to you, then please feel free to do scut with your interns until you find a good enough answer for me,” I retort, my tone laced with thinly veiled frustration as I dismiss her with a wave of my hand, leaving her to hastily exit the room with her intimidated interns in tow.

“Wow, I can see why they call you Satan,” Derek chuckles lightly, shaking his head in mild amusement as he completes his examination of the patient.

“I’m flattered,” I reply dryly, leaning against the counter with folded arms as I watch Derek work. “So, how is Christina?” I inquire, shifting the topic as Derek continues his assessment.

“I wouldn’t know,” Derek responds, his expression somber as he focuses on Howard’s injuries. “Meredith and I aren’t really on speaking terms yet.”

“Oh, you mean since she unofficially broke up with you in front of Christina and Preston’s entire wedding party?” I remark knowingly, my tone tinged with a hint of mischief as I recall the recent drama.

“Yes, since then,” Derek grumbles, meeting my gaze with a mix of resignation and frustration. “You are right about the CT, I would definitely like to get some films, but these burns on his neck look pretty bad, I would recommend a plastics consult too,” he adds, a wry grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he assesses the severity of the patient's injuries. I shoot him a sharp glare in response to his grin, though inwardly acknowledging his astuteness.

“In fact, I think I will ask a nurse to page Dr. Sloan along with my resident,” Derek continues, his grin widening at the subtle reaction he elicits from me. I can't help but cringe inwardly at the mention of Sloan's name, a feeling that Derek seems to relish.

“I think it will be smart to make myself scarce then,” I reply with a forced smile, gathering my belongings and exiting the room, Derek trailing behind me.

“He’s not all that bad, you know,” Derek remarks, attempting to lighten the tension as we walk down the corridor.

“You’re joking, right? You mean he’s not bad other than the fact that he is a literal man-whore who your ex-wife cheated on you with before she was your ex-wife?” I retort with a dry chuckle, unable to resist the opportunity to tease Derek about his complicated history with Sloan.

“He got what was coming to him the same as Addison, and I hold no more ill will against him,” Derek shrugs, his tone surprisingly nonchalant given the circumstances. “He was my best friend once upon a time, you know, it’s hard to just let that all go.”

“I know,” I sigh, my expression softening with understanding. “But I just don’t know if I can really trust him to stay… loyal,” I admit hesitantly, the weight of my concerns evident in my voice. “It’s not that he’s not hot, because I mean—”

“Yeah! Yeah, no! Ew. Stop,” Derek interjects, cringing in mock disgust at the direction of our conversation.

“What? He is!” I laugh, unable to resist teasing Derek a little more as we pause at the nurse's station.

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy hearing about it,” Derek replies with a shiver of mock horror. “Seriously, though. If you want to test his loyalty, give him hoops, make him jump through them, and if he is really invested then he will.”

“Thanks, Derek,” I say sincerely, a smile playing at the corners of my lips as I appreciate his advice.

“Don’t mention it,” Derek grins, turning to the nurses to issue his instructions, his demeanor more relaxed now as he leaves me with a wink and walks away, disappearing down the corridor.

I am still caught up updating charts when Sloan and Karev make their way down to the nurses' station, the rhythmic clacking of keyboards and murmurs of medical jargon creating a background symphony in the bustling emergency department. I look up from the sea of paperwork, my eyes meeting Alex's expectant gaze, ready to assign him his next task, and notice Mark's lingering stare, undoubtedly brewing some inappropriate comment or another.

"Karev, your patient is in trauma room three, get him up to CT asap so I can free up the room," I instruct, my voice cutting through the din of activity as I hand him Howard’s chart from the stack I'm trying to plow through before the end of my shift. Alex nods in acknowledgment, swiftly snatching the chart from my grasp before hurrying off to attend to his duties.

"You paged?" Mark interjects, his voice carrying a seductive undertone that signals he's about to make yet another overly flirtatious comment. He leans against the counter with an air of casual confidence, his piercing gaze fixed on me as if daring me to engage in his game.

"Karev's got it covered," I reply tersely, my attention already drifting back to the daunting stack of charts demanding my attention.

"But you paged for me, right?" Mark presses, his tone laced with playful insinuation. "Is it because you missed me? Or maybe you finally have an answer for me about that drink," he adds with a wink, his smirk suggesting he's enjoying the banter far more than I am.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes, maintaining my focus on the task at hand as I continue sorting through the charts. "I only wish I could, Mark," I retort, my tone tinged with resignation as I finish the current chart.

"But you can’t avoid me forever," Mark teases, his grin widening at my subdued response. "So what do you say? Drink on me after shift?"

"I say no," I reply firmly, my answer unwavering despite his persistent advances.

“Why not?” Mark probes, though he already knows my response all too well.

“Because I said so,” I grumble, my frustration mounting as I move on to the next patient chart.

“That’s not good enough for me,” Mark insists, undeterred by my reluctance.

“Well, it is for me,” I huff, my irritation growing with each exchange.

“Just give me a chance here, I promise it will be worth your while,” Mark pleads, attempting to sway me once again.

“No, it won’t,” I counter, my resolve firm.

“Yes, it will,” Mark persists, his persistence bordering on exasperating.

“No,” I repeat, my patience wearing thin.

“Yes,” Mark insists, refusing to back down.

“Oh my god!” I finally snap, drawing the attention of everyone in the ER with my outburst. With an exasperated sigh, I grab Mark by the arm and lead him to the nearest on-call room, needing a moment of respite from his relentless pursuit.

“Alright,” Mark smirks, anticipating a different kind of encounter behind closed doors.

“Keep your shirt on, Mark. This isn’t a yes, it’s a condition,” I clarify, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation at the situation.

“What is it?” Mark asks eagerly, eager to negotiate the terms of our agreement.

“No sex with other women, no flirting with me or anyone, no goo-goo eyes, or date proposals for sixty days,” I stipulate, laying down the terms of our arrangement.

“Okay, what do I win if I make it?” Mark wonders, his excitement palpable as he eagerly awaits my response.

“If you make it, then I will go on a date with you,” I concede, reluctantly agreeing to the terms in hopes of securing some peace from his relentless pursuit.

“One night until I blow your socks off with my impressive penis and charming personality,” Mark quips, his cocky demeanor only adding to my exasperation.

“I’ve seen both already and neither are impressive enough to 'blow my socks off' or whatever you’re planning on trying to do,” I retort flatly, attempting to maintain some semblance of control over the situation.

“Ouch. You wound me,” Mark jokes, feigning mock hurt.

“Good. So, do we have a deal?” I ask, eager to bring an end to the negotiation.

“Yes,” Mark grins, extending his hand, and I reluctantly shake it, the touch sending a jolt of unexpected heat through me. As much as I'm looking forward to my two months of peace, I can't shake the feeling that Mark won't make it, and perhaps that's precisely what he needs to realize he doesn't want to be with me.

[clown-friend-gt]

Pecking Order (Old Version)

More superhero stuff! I wanted to introduce a new character, Wren, who is one of Trevor's best friends besides Addie.

For a bit of background on this one, both Trevor and Wren are in what's called "Corrective Custody," which is basically juvie for teens with superpowers. Trevor is there because he accidently hurt a classmate with his newfound strength, and Wren is there because they have a tendency to get in fights, which only got worse after they got their powers.

Inmates in Corrective Custody can have their time reduced by joining the Future Heroes Training Program, which both Trevor and Wren end up doing later on in the story.

Edit: This is the old version of what is now chapter 12 of my story "Up, Up, and Away." I'm leaving it up just cause, but it's no longer canon. You can read the new version here! (although you should read the chapters that come before as well)

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“Time for fresh air,” a voice called over the P.A. system.

There was a short, harsh buzz as the light above the cell door switched from red to green. The door slid open. Wren tore their gaze away from the ceiling to glance that way, before sitting up and swinging their legs off of the bed. They regarded the door for a moment, trying to decide if they wanted to go outside or not. Before they could make up their mind, one of the guards dressed in white popped their head in the door.

“C’mon newbie. Time to get outside for a bit.”

Wren regarded them disdainfully for a moment before replying.

“Do I have to?” they asked.

“No, but I promise you it’ll be more interesting than sitting here staring off into space,” the guard replied.

After mulling it over, Wren shrugged and got to their feet. They walked past the guard and joined the other “troubled youths” filing out of their cells. They were all led down the halls until they eventually came to a set of double doors. The group crowded around them until a guard pushed their way to the front and unlocked the doors with a key card, letting the restless inmates push their way out themselves.

As they crossed the threshold, Wren squinted at the sudden change in lighting before their eyes adjusted. They followed the flow of the crowd out into the yard, then wandered off to stand on their own.

They looked around at the area they now found themselves in. It was a grassy field about half of the size of a football field. There were a couple of benches strewn about that were quickly claimed by various groups. To one side, there was a small basketball court where a game was starting up. Sidewalks bordered the court, field, and the side of the building. The entire area was enclosed with a tall fence topped with barbed wire.

Wren felt the tell-tale feeling of people staring at them. They scanned the yard to find the source and found several. Some people quickly looked away when Wren met their gaze, some just stared them down. Some wannabe tough guys even sneered when their eyes met, and Wren had to fight the urge to roll their eyes.

Looks like I won’t have to look too hard to find trouble, Wren thought to themselves. They began to try and come up with a plan to establish themselves so that the others would know to leave them alone. Their attention was quickly stolen, however, when they felt a familiar prickling sensation at their fingertips.

Looking down at their hands, Wren could see a light frost beginning to cover their fingertips, typically a sign that their powers were active. Their gaze strayed from their fingers to the strange cuffs strapped to their wrists. The little light had switched from yellow to green without them noticing.

Wren considered the fence again. Their powers would make it easier for them to scale it. But then, one of the guards watching them would reactivate their cuffs, right? They had seen them use the devices they kept at their waists to activate them before, so the guards surely had that capability. But then, why turn them off in the first place?

What’s that old trope in prison movies? Wren thought. First thing you do, find the biggest guy, and start a fight so that no one will mess with you? Suddenly all of the eyes on them made more sense. Was that what everyone wanted to see?

Wren wasn’t really one to start fights, but ever since they got their powers, they had no problem finishing them. That was what had landed them in special custody, after all. But that was against a bunch of stuck-up losers with no powers, could they really hold their own against other people like them?

Best plan I’ve got right now, they thought to themselves, scanning the yard again. They looked past the posers glaring at them to pick their target. Their gaze landed on a boy laying back in the grass, basking in the sunlight. He was at least twice the size of a grown man, if not more. Besides that, there wasn’t anything particularly threatening about him at first glance.

Maybe he’ll be a pushover, a sarcastic voice in their head chimed in. Either way, he looked like their best option right now. They marched over, letting more of their power flow into their hands to prepare for the fight to come.

Trevor lay out in the sun like he always did. The warm sunlight helped to ease the aching of his growing pains somewhat. It was a nice, warm day that day, and if no one came to bother him, it might turn out to be a good day. But soon after he closed his eyes, it became clear that wouldn’t be the case.

A shadow crossed his face and the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees. He kept his eyes shut and pretended not to notice. Maybe they’d leave him be.

“Hey, ugly!”

Suppressing a groan, Trevor opened his eyes. Someone was standing over him, blocking the sunlight on his face. At this angle, with the sun directly behind them, he couldn’t make out who it was, or whether it was someone who tried to pick a fight with him before.

He sat up, ignoring the way his ever-stretching muscles ached in protest, and turned to face the newcomer. It was someone he didn’t recognize, with white hair that turned brown at the roots and pale skin. They glowered at him with deep brown eyes. He couldn’t tell if they were a boy or a girl.

He knew how this would likely play out, but he held out hope that he could be wrong. Maybe this person just had really, really bad social skills.

“What did you just say to me?” He asked, eyebrows raised.

Meanwhile, Wren stood stiff as a board. They weren’t short by any means, but this guy was taller than they were, and he hadn’t even stood up yet. Nevertheless, they couldn’t back down now. They stood their ground.

“You heard me,” they responded cooly.

Trevor sighed and slowly got to his feet. He watched the new person’s head tilt back as they stubbornly held eye contact. They stood like that for a minute, a silent standoff going on between the two.

Then Trevor promptly turned around and walked away as hastily as he could, trying to escape the situation.

Without thinking, Wren shot a beam of ice from their hands. In the blink of an eye, a cluster of ice sprang from the ground at Trevor’s feet, surrounding them and holding him where he stood. Wren glanced nervously at the nearby guards, but they, like everyone else, were simply watching the show.

Wren didn’t get much time to think about that fact before their focus was drawn back to the sound of ice crackling. With a grunt, Trevor pried one foot from the ice, then the other. Wren’s eyes widened. They’d ended plenty of fights that way. They’d never seen anyone aside from a professional superhero break free of it.

Trevor turned to face them again, his gaze a little harder this time. Wren crouched into their best fighting stance. One hand extended in a fist before them, the other cocked back, shaped into a claw and surrounded by the cool mist that accompanied the use of their powers.

Trevor rushed forward faster than Wren expected him to, grabbing their fist in his hand and engulfing it. As Wren briefly struggled against his iron grip, he closed their other hand within his grasp. He had them trapped.

What’s this guy trying to do, crush my hands? Wren thoughts raced. Thinking quickly, they focused as much of their power as they could into their hands, trying to get them freezing cold. If they could get their hands cold enough, he should be forced to let go.

Trevor gritted his teeth but didn’t relent, his grip tightening slightly. His gaze was intense, and Wren barely kept themselves from breaking eye contact.

Wren began to panic as they felt his grip tighten; their emotions began to make their control falter as the air began to freeze around them.

Suddenly, a voice yelled, “CASTILLO! HANDS OFF!”

Trevor let go immediately, backing up and raising his hands above his head to show he wasn’t resisting. Wren stumbled forward slightly when he let go, but quickly righted themselves. The lights on their cuffs flashed red, and began to stick together like they were magnetized, just like they had when Wren first got them. Looking at their opponent, they could see his cuffs had done the same.

A few guards headed over to make sure the fight was really broken up. One pulled a walkie-talkie from their waist to report the situation.

“Director, we have a fight in the yard,” they said into the walkie.

You’re just telling them this now? Wren wondered.

“Copy that. Status?” a voice on the other end said.

“Two detainees, subdued,” the guard replied.

“Roger. Bring them here.”

The guard put the radio back on their belt and turned to the two.

“You two. Main office. Now.”

Wren rolled their eyes. Trevor trudged off ahead of them towards the doors inside, seeming to know the way by heart. The guard with the radio turned to follow, and a second guard pulled Wren by the arm to join when they lingered behind for a second too long.

Trevor had to bend over to get through the doors, then straightened out once he was inside the hall with taller ceilings. His irritated pace quickly put him ahead of the others, who had to do an awkward half-jog to keep up. After a few hallways and a few more turns, they all arrived at their destination.

At the end of the hall stood a door with a placard on it. Near the door were two chairs, like the kind you’d see outside of a high school principal’s office. Trevor slumped against the wall, coming to sit next to the chairs that were too small for him.

“You two wait here,” one guard told them, before they both filed into the office. As the door shut behind them, Wren stepped closer to inspect the placard.

“Director Douglas” it read.

Wren idled by the door for a few more awkward seconds, then chose to sit in the chair closest to the door, and farthest from Trevor.

A little more time passed, and Wren began to regard the cuffs on their wrists. Then, they looked at Trevor with a bit of curiosity. Other than keeping his wrists stuck together, his cuffs didn’t seem to be affecting him much.

“Does that turn off?” They asked him.

He didn’t answer for a second, but then he shot them a look from the corner of his eye. “Does what turn off?”

“Your, uh,” they looked him up and down, “power.”

Trevor didn’t answer for a moment.

“Nope,” he looked back towards the wall. “I’m stuck like this.”

“Is that a power?” Wren wondered aloud, “Just—being a giant?”

He simply shrugged. Then, after a bit, he spoke up, “Technically, my power is that I’m always growing, just really slowly.”

Wren stared, trying to see if they could spot this change he was claiming. When they couldn’t tell any difference, they asked, “Really?”

“Yes,” he replied shortly.

“Always?”

“That’s what I just said.”

“Even with the cuffs on?”

“Yes,” he grumbled.

Wren thought for a moment. “Wouldn't that hurt?”

Trevor was briefly caught of guard.

“Yeah. It does," he muttered under his breath.

“…I’m sorry,” Wren said.

“Now you’re sorry?” He snapped, finally meeting their eyes again.

Wren looked away, somewhat ashamed. More time passed in silence. Finally, Trevor broke it again.

“Are your hands okay?” He asked.

“What? Uh…” Wren looked down at their hands. Other than the frost slowly melting off of them, they were fine. “…Yeah?”

Trevor gave a curt nod, seeming to relax slightly. “Good. I worried—” he cut himself off. “Never mind.”

“You were worried?” Wren snorted. “About what, hurting me? Do you know what the point of a fight is?”

Trevor scowled. “If I wanted to hurt you, you’d be a lot worse off than you are now. I just wanted to stop you.”

“…Oh,” Wren said quietly.

What is this dude’s deal? Wren wondered to themselves. They didn’t know whether to be scared of this guy or to feel sorry for him.

Eventually, they decided they should at least return the favor. “Are your hands okay?”

“What? Oh…” he trailed off, inspecting his hands.

He tried to wiggle them around so he could look at his palms, which had a weird cold-burning feeling. The cuffs stopped him from moving too much, so he pulled against them with all of his might. They separated, and he flipped his hands over, so when the cuffs snapped back together, his palms were up.

Trevor continued his inspection, oblivious to Wren’s shock at his casual display of strength.

His palms still had patches of ice here and there from where Wren’s hands had touched his. Underneath, those spots, the skin was red and slightly swollen. He looked up at Wren again.

“I don’t know.”

“Let me see?” Wren reached out to grab Trevor’s hand, and, when he hesitated, they added, “I can’t use my powers right now, don’t worry.”

Looking at his hands with concern, Wren said, “Huh. Looks like it could be frostbite.”

“You’ve seen it before?” Trevor asked. Wren looked at him as if to say ‘duh.’

Trevor swallowed. “Right.”

Wren let out a deep sigh and let his hands go.

“Man I’m—I’m sorry. About earlier. I don’t know what I was trying to prove.”

Trevor shrugged. “I get it. You come here, you want to seem tough, so you go for the big guy, right?”

Wren cringed at how cliché it sounded out loud. “I mean, when you say it out loud, it does sound pretty stupid.”

“Yeah well, you seem sorry enough, I guess, so, apology accepted.”

“Thanks,” Wren replied with a slight grimace.

Before they could start sitting in silence again, Wren piped up.

“I’m Wren, by the way.”

“Trevor,” he replied.

Trevor seemed perfectly content to sit in silence, but Wren couldn’t help but to try and fill it.

“Hey,” Wren said, to keep the conversation going, “How did you do that thing earlier? With your cuffs?” As if to demonstrate, they tried to pull their own cuffs apart, to no avail.

“Oh this?” With some effort, Trevor pulled his cuffs apart again to flip his hands back over to the way they were before. “Yeah, something about the cuffs’ ‘limited ability to maintain control over supplementary abilities,’ whatever that means.”

He did his best air quotes, which was tricky with the cuffs on.

“Basically, I’m naturally a lot stronger than the average person, so even with the cuffs on, that doesn’t fully go away.” He finished with a frown.

Wren nodded along to his explanation. “Cool,” They added at the end, not picking up on his slight shift in mood.

After that, Wren ran out of things to talk about, so they let silence fill the air again. Trevor did his best to try and keep his hands warm while they waited. Finally, they were called into the office.

The director, a middle-aged white man, chewed them out for a bit, lecturing them both on “maintaining the peace” and their “special responsibilities” and so forth. Wren rolled their eyes as much as possible to show their displeasure. At the end, they were both given a week without time outside, during which their cuffs would remain on ‘red mode’ as much as possible.

“But that’s not fair,” Wren protested. “I started it, and Trevor barely fought back.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Director Douglas stated. “At this Juvenile Special Detention Center we have a zero-tolerance policy when it comes to fighting.”

Trevor sighed, expecting this outcome.

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During that next week, Wren didn’t see Trevor much. They had to see the nurse to confirm that like they said, they weren’t hurt. Then they had to visit a counselor to talk about feelings and shit. Not their thing. Much to Wren’s indignation, they still had to attend some classes while they were imprisoned to “maintain a standard of education.” Between all of that, they began to lose hope of seeing someone they actually got along with.

To close out their punishment, the same counselor from before had the two meet up and make up, which was easy since they had already done some of the apologizing. Didn’t make it any less awkward, though. Then they were free to go. Well, as free as they could be here.

Their second time out in the yard began like their first. They trailed out with the crowd, then made their own way out into the field. On a whim, they decided to look for Trevor. Spotting him laying down away from everyone again, they began to make their way over.

As they passed by a bench full of people, someone grabbed their shoulder to stop them. Flipping around, they were met by a sneering face.

“Going somewhere, new blood?” the guy asked.

Wren wrested their shoulder from his grasp. He was about their height with straight black hair. His right wrist was in a cast. They snorted at him.

“Why yes, prison extra number two, I was. Got any more cliché lines of dialogue to spit at me first?”

Someone on the bench, presumably the other guy’s friend, snickered at that, but stopped when the person in front of Wren glared at them.

Turning back to them, he said, “There’s an order to things, around here. And we need to figure out where you stand.”

Wren raised their eyebrows, unimpressed. “Is this really necessary?”

The guy gave them a wicked grin. “I’m afraid so, snowflake.”

That pissed Wren off. They squared their shoulders, doing their best tough guy imitation.

The other guy formed his non-broken hand into a claw, and electricity began to spark from his fingertips.

Their mind began to kick into high gear for the upcoming fight. But before they got too far with their strategizing, a shadow was cast over the kid’s face.

“Will,” a tired-sounding voice came from over Wren’s head. “Can’t you lay off for once?”

Looking up, Will grew tense, then he scowled. “Back off, Castillo. It’s not your fight.”

“How’s your wrist?” Trevor sounded calm, but his voice had an edge to it. All eyes seemed to gravitate towards the cast on Will’s arm.

Will tried to hold Trevor’s gaze, but he backed down soon enough. The sparks coming from his hand died off slowly.

“This isn’t over,” he said to Wren, then turned around sharply to join his friends over on the bench.

Wren turned to face Trevor, but he had already started to wander off. They worried that now that the fight was off, he was done with them. But after a few steps, he turned back and hesitantly asked, “You coming?”

Wren grinned and followed him over to his spot in the grass. They sat next to him as he laid out in the sun, chattering about skateboarding and movies they liked and nothing in particular. Trevor nodded along as they talked. Finally, it seemed, he got one good day.

[prncssie]

caution! mdni 7k wrdz, prowler!hobie, brat reader, black fem reader, afab reader, reader at a club, hobie n reader argue for a bit, alcohol consumption, car sex, public sex, fingering, p in v, unprotected, cream pie, plan b mentioned, oral fixation, drool/spit, spanking, pretty sure that's it

miffy's note! had plans for this and it did not go in the direction i thought it was going to go in but that's okay bc it would fit better with another character i may or may not write for in the future wink wink hope you like ; pls do not spam like my blog if you enjoyed it, feel free to tell me in the reblogs

the blinding white light coming from your friend’s phone screen does nothing to stop your current mission. if anything, it’s encouragement for you to lick the rim of the shot glass, nestled snugly between the breasts of your other friend, gianna. there’s a grin on your face as your teeth clamps down on the glass. you throw your head back and allow for the alcohol to burn its way down your throat. around you, people holler their praises for your behavior. adrenaline courses through your veins as you lean against gianna, wrapping your arms around her neck in tune to wrapping your lips around hers, plucking the green lime from between her teeth.

“bow, bow, bow!” addison shouts over the excitement. her fingers tap the skin of your ass, shaking in ripples from the way you shake your hips with a small smile on your face.

the club scene is one of your favorite places to be on a saturday night. it’s one of the few times you can justify wearing the tiny denim dress, skirt pleated and fanning out around your thighs. there is nothing that can keep you away from the loud music unless you wanted to, not even hobie.

hobie brown, the one person you were supposed to spend your night with. you remember the morning, the argument that ensued about your plans tonight. your anniversary has always been a big deal to you and he knows that. you just simply can’t wrap your head around why him handling what secret business he has is more important than your happiness. how hard can it be to just put it off for another tonight? what does he even do?

it wasn’t addy or gia who offered to bring you out tonight, but it was you. you’re the one who invited them out, enticing them to dress up in skimpy clothes and parade around the city for free drinks and whatever club you deemed to be worth your time.

“i have to pee!” gia loops her arm around you. she has to lean towards you to have a chance of being heard over the music. even then, there’s still a quizzical look that crosses your face. the few shots you’ve downed throughout the night have dulled your senses.

“she said she has to pee, bitch!” addison giggles in your ear. her words are more slurred than yours and she stumbles on her heels. her hand encircles both of your wrists and takes the lead to the bathroom. her sleek ponytail swings behind her, changing undertones to reflect disco lights overhead.

“where’s your man, tonight? i thought you were going to be in the house.” she yells over her shoulder, following the slow moving line towards the entrance of the multi-stalled bathroom.

you roll your eyes with pursed lips and cross your arms over your chest. “i dunno! he said he’d make it up to me tomorrow but i don’t want to do it tomorrow, i want to do it today.” the smooth song change from the dj hypes you enough to begin a small dance in front of your friends, whining your hips in tiny circles.

your words make gia cast a look at you. “that’s so . . . only you would feel like that.” you know what gia means, hinting that you’re acting irrational to a small problem but you couldn’t care less. you know what you want in when you want it.

the line grows smaller and smaller until you three are standing under the dimmed light bulbs in the bathroom. gia has left your sides to relieve her bladder while your stare at yourself in the mirror. you smile at yourself, running your fingers along the braided pigtails on your head. they cascade down to your waist, courtesy of the added hair, and with very minimal frizz. you’re pleased that you had the opportunity to take pictures before you got to the club. they’re already posted onto your page, with little care about whether or not your boyfriend sees them.

“tell me if i’m wrong, though. i don’t want to do anything tomorrow because tomorrow isn’t our anniversary; today is. i would have stayed home too, all bitter and mad, if he didn’t specifically tell me not to leave the house like . . . what? first, i can’t celebrate our anniversary and second, i can’t celebrate at all?” you turn to addison who slathers her lips in shiny, pink lipgloss. 

“no, you’re right. there is no reason why you shouldn’t be able to do what you want since he’s so clearly doing that.”

“he’s doing what? who’s he?” gia wedges herself in between the two of you and turns the knob until the water is rushing out the faucet. it’s too loud, even in the bathroom, for her to hear the conversation from the privacy of the stall.

“i was asking if i’m wrong because i don’t think i am. he told me that i can’t go out tonight but i don’t give a fuck. who is he to tell me what the fuck i’m going to do?”

“baby,” you don’t like the way gia is looking at you right now, “let’s think about what hobie does for a living. i think if anyone should tell you what the fuck you’re going to do, it’s going to be him.” she shakes her hand to dry them after checking the holder to see the emptiness. she can see your pout even in the low lighting and shrugs her shoulders. “but you know, do whatever you want to do. you’re going to be all over him again anyway.”

you know she’s right but that’s not the response you wanted to hear. therefore, instead of taking it well and considering her words, you huff and turn around to strut your way out the bathroom. “whatever, i don’t want to talk about it anymore. let's just go dance or something.”

you’re filled with a fervent need to shake off the thoughts that’s blossoming at the edge of your senses. it makes you uncomfortable to think about so you consider another drink, lingering by the bar. luckily for you, your anger works faster and you roll your eyes again at the emotions tossing around in your stomach.

you kind of expected gia to give you a more reasonable answer, considering she isn’t drunk and has always been more logical. you like her like that, thinking of your two friends as the little angel and devil that rest on your shoulders and decide what moves you make. unfortunately for gia, the devil is being just a bit more persuasive tonight.

addy’s read your mind and has already ordered another round of shots for the three of you. she hovers over the bar, looking over her shoulder every now and then to both ensure you haven’t suddenly vanished into thin air and sing song lyrics back to you.

you’re not too far behind her, holding one of gia’s hands and swaying to the music. you keep your eyes trained on addison for the most part, only glancing away to look at your surroundings and occasionally curve a man who gets too close for comfort.

there’s a brief second where the beat changes and your hazed mind is too concerned with enjoying moment and having fun. you anchor yourself onto gia and bend over until your ass is hiked up into the air and thrown around in quick circles. from your position, you’re unable to see the body that walks it’s way towards you until it’s flush against your skin and the fabric of the jeans rub harshly against you.

you immediately stand up, having no interest in cheating on your boyfriend despite the fact that you’re out of house without him being aware and advising against. the first thing you see is gia’s shocked expression, looking at the person behind you. the second expression you see is an awfully familiar face glaring down at you. it takes no longer than five seconds for you to figure out just who it is that’s standing in front of you.

by the time your brain had connected the dots and signaled the big red alert, there’s already a hand clamped firmly over your mouth and the other one wrapped around you waist, dragging you with him wherever he chooses to take you.

your stomach fills to the brim with fear, eyes pleading for some form of mercy all the way through all the shuffling to the vip lounge, somewhere you’ve never been. the sudden and new change in environment doesn’t bring any ease to the situation. instead, you’re struggling to turn around and watch the small shape of your friends disappear as the crowd swallows them up.

“don’t look at them, look at me.” hobie forcefully regains your attention by redirecting your eyes with one sharp tug of your cheek. “the fuck are you doing here?”

your lip trembles but you find strength in the fact that you are not alone. there are other people scattered along the little area he’s pulled you in, lounging on the plush black couches and pouring liquor out of the glass bottles on the table.

they eye you curiously, deciding whether or not your spat would be enough drama to be worth their attention. surely hobie can’t do too much.

“i’m having fun with my friends. the fuck are you doing here? i thought you were supposed to be handling business.”

you can see the way he clenches his teeth and grinds them together, eyes narrowing into slits. his hand, attached to the arm that wraps around your waist and keep you anchored in his lap, previously resting on your thigh grips it with a sudden tightness.

you’re caught in a stare down with him, partly out of fear and partly out of defiance. you sit nearly still and so pretty across one of his thighs. your hands rest in your lap, tugging subconsciously on the bottom of your dress.

“is that your girl?” it’s another voice that brings you two out of your silent argument, turning towards a woman taking a seat across from you. she gleams at you after hobie nods and leans back into the couch. “pretty little thing. should keep her away from me.”

you swear you hear hobie mumble “you can have her” faintly behind you and whip around to stare at him some more. your lips are pressed into a firm line.

hobie doesn’t meet your scrutinizing gaze. he keeps looking at the woman on the other side of the lounge instead. his thumb brushes along your thigh as a distant thought. “anyway, about our deal,” if you blink, you’d miss his eyes flicking in your direction, “i’ll consider it. y’know i don’t like following orders so if i do it, it’ll be on my own terms.”

you’re not oblivious to the glances you get. they look a bit anxious; obviously, you aren’t supposed to know what it is they’re discussing but it’s not the looks that make your stomach turn. rather, it’s because hobie is in fact doing business. you just decided to come to distribute revenge for something you’ve conjured yourself. you lick your lips and curl them into themselves.

the conversation kind of dulls to the back of your mind as you focus on other things. for one, you’ve tantrumed yourself into a corner and for two, your other friends have essentially vanished to the ether. the anxiety it brings on prickles your skin in a way that’s so uncomfortable, you’re nearly nauseous. you’re frenzied, seated in hobie’s lap and on display for everyone to see.

“ — nah, i don’t really plan on staying. we’re actually celebrating tonight so we’re going to head out.” hobie brings you out of you frazzled daze by shifted your weight on his lap until you’re up on your feet. he has to tug the back of your dress down to cover your black panties, exposed from the way your dress has risen and bunched around your hips.

you would have laughed if you weren’t nervous. “what about my friends?” you say as you trail behind him, hand in his and weaving through the crowd of people on the way to the exit.

“your friends are two grown women at a club. i think they’re capable of handling themselves.” hobie knows you can barely hear him but that doesn’t stop him from trekking forward. not once did he turn to speak to you or even pause his pace, up until you’ve both stepped outside into the cool air.

“okay but i came with them. i can’t just leave without telling them i’m leaving. they’re probably worried about me.” the whine is your voice is hobie’s breaking point.

he drops your hand and turns around, glaring down at you. your head is cradled between both of his calloused palms gently, unlike the way he holds you in his gaze. he’s tempted, right here on the sidewalk, to shove his thumb in your mouth to shut you up but he remains rational with what little sense he has left. “i asked you to do one simple thing. one thing. i said we could do something tomorrow. one thing, love.”

you reel your head back until you’re free with a miffed expression. again, your arms are crossed over your chest but this time in hopes of serving as some sort of protection. “i don’t care what you asked me to do. you should have rearranged your plans for me.”

“i should have what?” hobie’s voice gets pitchy with disbelief. “sweetheart, look at what you’re wearing and then think about who bought it for you with the money from their job.” his hand comes to run down his face, pulling on the skin with a sigh. “you’re being unbelievable, right now.”

you don’t hear him, not how he says it. what you hear is yelling, complaints, and how much he hates you. your sensitive feelings are wounded at him calling you unbelievable, especially when you make perfect sense. he is just too stubborn to hear you out. “so? you should buy me stuff. that’s the least you can do when you put work above me, work that i’m not even allowed to know about.”

again, you’re caught in a stare down with your boyfriend. both of you are steaming with frustration from the other not wanting to accept defeat. you have no interest to be caught at a standstill and certainly have no interest in being seen arguing on the sidewalk.

“whatever. you’re being a dick.” you turn on your heel and stomp away. your shoes click with each step on the sidewalk in tandem with your steps. in your hand, your phone screen shines bright as you scroll through the apps.

“where are you going? i didn’t park over there.” hobie’s voice only gets slightly fainter behind you before picking up in volume. his shadow lingers behind yours, always staying only a few paces behind.

your shoulders rise and drop in a shrug. “i don’t know. wherever the wind takes me.” you don’t mention that you’re planning on getting an uber, finally finding the black and white icon. your head lifts for a moment as you try to figure out what street you’re on.

“are you calling a ride?” it doesn’t occur to you that hobie is tall enough to just see over your shoulder, especially with the lack of a privacy screen. his hand comes in contact with your shoulder to stop you and turn you around to face him. “you’re not getting an uber, duck. i’m taking you home.”

“i’m not calling anyone and i’m not going anywhere with you, either. stay out my business.” you don’t even attempt to hide your phone from him. you let him watch you select the location and wait for the estimated prices and wait times to load.

“you’re being such a brat, do y’know that?” hobie has to physically force your phone out of your hand and into his back pocket to stop you. there has never been a moment where you’ve worked yourself up and listened to anyone but yourself. you being slightly inebriated is just the cherry on top.

“and you’re being a stupid ass bitch.” you jab his chest with the tip of your finger with so much force, you stumble forward into his arms. your words are laced with venom and you have full intention to keep walking away if he hadn’t tightened his grip and hoisted you into the air.

“okay, that’s enough.” hobie does what he can to protect your honor, hooking his hands under your knees. he sounds exhausted with this whole thing, taking it upon himself to take matters into his own hands. “you’ve officially lost of your mind”

you can squirm all you want but it’s no match for his iron grip. it still surprises you that someone as lanky as hobie is about to throw you around with such ease. he doesn’t even struggle with so much as a grunt.

“you’re being a prick. i hate you!” your forced proximity only upsets you further and is shown through your exaggerated dramatics. you’re upset, but still feel the need to wrap your arms around his neck for added stability.

“mhm,” he hums, adjusting your weight so he can gain the ability to pull his keys out of his pockets. you’re not sure what type of car he drives and truthfully, you’re not too interested in knowing.

all you know is it’s sleek, black, and the only thing hobie splurged on in your entire relationship. it must be nice if people gawk and take pictures when he speeds past on the highway.

the doors unlock with a chime and a small flash of the headlights. right after, hobie pops the door open and slots you inside and nicely as he can. he’s a bit too tall to do it comfortably, having to hunch over to get you in the car.

you huff and whine and groan behind the tinted windows, legs and arms crossed. you sit and stare out the windshield when hobie rounds the front of the car and gets in the drivers seat.

hobie doesn’t start the car right away. instead, he sighs and looks over at you. he reaches over the middle console to encompass your hand under his. “do you want to try that again or are you going to keep acting like a spoiled brat?”

“i’m not acting like anything.” you don’t bother to move your hand away or turn to look at him. you just sit there, knees turned towards your door and away from him. this is your silent announcement. you’ve made your choice and you’re standing firm in it.

“you’re right. you’re not acting because you are one. so are we going to talk about it or not?” hobie leans against the door. he’s dropped the keys into the cup holder and stares at the side of your face, trying so hard to be as flat as possible. “actually, you don’t have to say anything because i’m going to talk. you’re going to listen.”

“i’ll listen when i want to listen.” you mumble to yourself. it’s absentminded and really only meant as spite. it’s unfortunate that hobie doesn’t take it that way. or maybe he does. the lines blur together when he has your chin in the palm of his hands and looking at you with the most disapproving expression.

he doesn’t know how to get inside your brain. he can see the insistence in your brown eyes. hobie is already fed up with this conversation and it has barely began. no matter what he says to you, you deny and deny and deny any fault. all the blame belongs to him, apparently. that’s the narrative he’s forced to hear. you’re not going to listen to his words. he’s going to have to break you down using other unconventional methods.

hobie runs his thumb along the flesh of your bottom lip. it’s soft and molds around the imprint of his finger. the action does exactly what he hoped, warming you up to his touch enough for him to slide the pad of his finger onto your tongue and press it flat. “do you ever listen to the sound of anyone’s voice or just your own?”

you had nothing to say and even if you did, giving him a response would only prove his point. you just sit there with hobie’s thumb pressing and sliding around your tongue. your mouth is gaped open just enough for your teeth to rest against the hardness of his knuckle. drool begins to pool behind the bottom row of your pearly whites. you could easily pull your head back but you don’t, far more interested in where he plans on taking this.

“you’re being silly, dove. i’m talking to you because i can understand why you’re upset but all this other stuff is stupid. you can bitch and moan all you want but until you shut up and listen to me, we’re not going to get anywhere.” his thumb crawls further and further down the cavern of your mouth until your eyes are watering with what little oxygen you can get down. he holds it there until your throat is constricting around it.

afterwards, hobie smears the spit along your cheek. he pulls his hand back into his own vicinity and reaches under the seat for the chair. it slides back with the low vibrating hum until it’s at it’s furthest setting. hobie also moves the back of the seat back so there is enough space for someone to sit comfortably in his lap, that someone being you.

but not yet.

first, hobie reaches over and pulls your legs over the middle console. your skin is smooth with shea butter and sparkles with body glitter. his hands find your strappy heels, flicking the end of the strap up and out of the buckle. “what? you have nothing to say now?”

you’re still boiling with anger but don’t pull back when he slides your shoes off and tosses them onto the floor. “i thought you didn’t want me to. you can’t even make up your mind. first, you say i talk to much and then you say i don’t talk enough.”

“because every time i give you a chance, it’s just bullshit.” hobie massages the balls of your feet in a way that would have otherwise been romantic under different circumstances.

“you’re bullshit. you’re a liar, ‘bie. your business was not important enough that you had to blow me off for an entire night. you had a conversation and left.” you sneer at him from your position. your white painted toes catch the dull lighting from the streetlamp and contrast in hobie’s tanned palm.

hobie takes a sharp breath at your words. every time he thinks he’s made progress, you’re right back where you started. “you know that i get you whatever you want, do whatever you want to do. there is nothing in this world that you could want. you ask me for it and it’s done. one would think it’s reasonable to assume that if i ask you to do one thing, i have a reason. i didn’t pull that out my ass and say you should just stay home.”

“yes, you did.” you’re unrelenting in not allowing hobie to speak any sense into you. anything he says is wrong and he’s going to get the point sooner or later. it’s easier for hobie to agree, apologize, and make it up to you as soon as possible. “because you don’t love me anymore.”

it happens so fast, the way hobie has you pulled over the console into his lap. the movement is awkward and hasty and you can admit to hitting your head on the ceiling but in the end, you’re in his lap and straddling his waist, knees tucked on either side.

“what? are you going to yell at me some more, now?”

his response is not words but pulling down the tube top section of your dress down. your tits spring out and bounce with their newfound freedom. hobie squeezes them in both his hands, rolling your slowly hardening nipples between his fingers. you have to fight a gasp while your faces squeezes together.

“if i have to break you down piece by piece so that you think for more than five seconds, i will. otherwise, we can have a normal conversation and you can admit that you’re wrong.” hobie doesn’t have to wait for a response before he’s flipping up the bottom of your dress. it’s a good thing too because you don’t answer.

you’re a bit too focused on remaining adamant when hobie has his hands, searing hot, onto your hips. you chew your lip between your teeth and try not to make it obvious when you sneak glances down to your clothed cunt, right over his jeans. but of course hobie catches you; you’re right in front of him.

 “you know why i didn’t want you to come?” hobie holds your hips firm in his grasp as he rolls them back and forth on his lap.

your clit occasionally catches against the fabric covering his zipper. you swallow a mewl, hands circling around his neck once again. this time, your fingers have gone to lace together on the cushiony head rest instead of just gripping onto his shoulders. you give your head a small shake.

“because, pretty, i don’t want those people to know who you are. you’re my whole world. they find out who you are and don’t like something i do, who do you think they’ll take it out on?” he’s tempted to mock you, smiling at the whispers that fall from your lips. it’s a shame that it takes you this much to play nice.

you fight between moving away and crawling back to the passengers seat and losing yourself to him. in the end, you’re quickly growing agreeable, grinding down on him on your own so much so that hobie doesn’t need to do much but ensure you maintain a certain pace. “don’t care.”

two sonorous smacks against your ass rain out. the sound sizzles the air around you and you yelp, falling over his shoulder. you wouldn’t be surprised if the skin was already beginning to turn a very faint tint of red with how heavy-handed he decided to be.

“try that again, dolly. you’re gonna hear it whether you want to or not.” he rubs the stinging pain as an apology but keeps you held in a firm glare. he trusts that you’ll do it right this time or he’ll just have to do it again and again.

this time, you tremble and twitch. your eyes begin to spring with tears again from the pain but they dry just as quickly. “y – you.” you speak into the cotton clothing of his shirt. it nearly fills your mouth and muffles your words.

there’s two more slaps that has you reacting in a similar manner, lurching away from his hand  and hovering into the air. hobie forces you right back down, pulling your panties to the side. the denim underneath you is quickly replaced by hobie’s hand, circling a finger around your swollen clit. “again.”

“me?” it’s an answer you’re surprised about when you lift your head to look at him but it has to be true because the other answers weren’t. you have the sudden urge to pull your knees together but you’re unable to with him seated between them, drawing moans from your mouth. you think about leaning forward to kiss him but hobie must have read your mind because his hand comes to circle around the column of your throat and holds you in place.

“mhm, my entire world. the best way to get back at me is through you. i don’t like them knowing too much about you and getting you too involved. this is my shit and i like knowing you’re at home, safe, instead of out in the world when shit like that is happening.” he tilts his head as he watches you unravel, just from his fingers on your clit, swiping along the skin.

by now, you’ve gotten wet enough for his fingers to slip further towards your entrance. your arousal gathers enough to glide they’re way along your walls and push inside. he starts off with one to test the waters, getting a front row seat at your expression change.

“dirty fucking slut, all this to get you to shut up for more than five seconds.” his teeth catch the light, smirking arrogantly at you. “you ready to say you’re sorry? gonna admit you’re wrong?”

his finger is accompanied by another before he can get through the questioning. you can hear his smugness in his words but it all gets drowned up inside your head. there’s nothing that can get through to you except the sound of your voice and your whines for something more. “ ‘bie . . . please.”

“that’s not an answer,” he says, still pumping his fingers inside you. they find the little spongey spot that makes you squirm with ease. he considers you lucky that he doesn’t take repercussions for your slip up. “tell me you’re sorry for being difficult, treacle.”

hobie half expected you to nod and cry out your apologies. a part of him knew better than to expect you to turn the tide of your actions and actually feel any remorse. it just makes that part all the more upset when you confirm his suspicions and shake your head. “should have –”, your body trembles and you let out a gasp upon feeling your cunt twitch in his hand, “changed p – plans.”

“jesus fucking christ,” hobie grumbles in your ear. his fingers slip out of you in a squelch, deafening to your lust-focused ears. he doesn’t give you long to miss the feeling before he's wrapped a hand around your waist and planted a hand firmly on your cheek. with this new position, hobie is able to lift your body until you’re on your knees. with his other hand, he plunges his fingers inside you, settling on a rapid pace.

each glide of his fingers sends you into another spiral of frenzy. your legs shake to hold up your weight; you’re sure you would have fallen by now, had hobie not held you so closely to him. “oh my – fuck!” you cling onto him, hiding your head in his bundle of locs, tied messily at the top of his head. the bun slouches over from supporting your head and ends of locs poke out of the hairtie.

“i can explain it you all i want but you won’t listen, right? because you’re right and i’m wrong. should have changed my plans, huh? should have just said no, i’m going to spend time with my girl who has a more flexible schedule than anyone else this concerns. cause’ you’re a special fuckin’ princess, aren’t you?”

your nails dig into his skin, pink french tips leaving little marks. your mouth falls open in a little “o” and your toes curl beneath you. your entire body feels as though it’s going to explode. you can’t help but fuck his fingers back, pushing your hips farther and farther down as far as you can go. “mhm,” you aren’t sure what you’re agreeing to but knowing wouldn’t have changed a thing. “ ‘bie, i’m gonna –”

“i know, princess, i know.” he says, turning his head towards yours. he lips meet the very edge of your jawline, kissing what he can reach. it’s encouragement to bring you to the brink of collapse, shaking through your orgasm.

your cunt throbs, gushing your tart arousal all over his fingers. the feeling pulls a dull ache at the base of your core until you can’t take anymore, reaching back to swat his hand away. as relieving as it is to feel his hand exit the warm slickness of your cunt, you’re not quite done yet.

hobie brings his glistening fingers up to your face, after seating you back comfortably in his lap. they stick together loosely with the webs of cum stringing between them. you grab his wrist and stare at him with hungry eyes, resting his fingers into your mouth. your tongue wraps around them with ease and licks the tart dewiness of his fingers.

he digs his fingers into your mouth, exploring the wet cavern meticulously. your spit bubbles and spills out the corner of your mouth. you choke when he pushes too far but you lean into it, curling your mouth around his digits until they’re clean and shiny.

below you, hobie has begun to unbutton his jeans and pull them down with enough space to pull his dick out of his boxers. you can’t see much of it in the moonlight but you’ve become acquainted with it enough to grow horny again.

your hand flies to encompass the shaft and runs along the length. your circle the tip with your thumb, smearing the budding precum across his skin. you watch it get harder and stiffen in your hands, all while hobie forces you to drool and drool some more. it’s when he’s ready that he pulls his fingers out your mouth lifts your head with his wet hands. “i want you to sit on it, love.” he sweetens the deal by pecking your lips and getting the faintest taste of your arousal. if he had more room he would have had you bent over and suckling at your clit.

he doesn’t have to ask you again because you’re eager to raise your hips. you align his tip with your sticky entrance, still dripping from your previous orgasm. the first push of his tip in your pussy makes your face contort and twist. you pause to allow the pain to dull before continuing again, slowly inching your way down.

hobie sits, a hand resting on the door. the other comes to your cheek, swiping across in what you assume is supposed to be empathetic and soothing. he makes little grunts, the farther he gets into your folds. you’re just as tight as he remembers, but somehow even better.

you get lower and lower until he’s sheathed completely into you, cockhead nudging the deepest parts of you. your expression eases but your cunt flutters, crying out in need. you wait for hobie to do something . . . and wait and wait and wait.

hobie watches your expression become more and more confused, occasionally spurring up in need when his dick twitches or jumps. he doesn’t say anything, just showcasing a hint of a smile as your blown out eyes become more and more frustrated.

“you’re pissing me off.” you don’t wait for him to say something when you decide on moving, yourself. you rise and fall on his dick; it disappears in the space between your legs. you can hear the sound of skin slapping against each other in a melody that’s vinous, hazing your mind with a thick fog.

“it’s your dick, baby. take it yourself.” he groans. the feeling of your perfect pussy wrapped around his leaking dick makes him frantic for more but he maintains his restraint, gripping the hand grip on the door.

you’re bouncing on his cock as if you’re trying to force an orgasm out of you both. the car rocks in the street and the windows slowly begin to fog with each panted breath. it’s obvious to any onlooker or pedestrian what’s happening inside but it’s a distant thought in the back of your head.

the current position has hobie lined up right with your sweet spot but there’s just something that you aren’t doing. it’s so close, you can feel it. your body feels so good but it’s not enough. you’re partially satiated and still craving more, whining in frustration when you feel him mere inches from sending you astral projecting.

you’re growing desperate, slamming yourself down fervently. even with your mouth open and moans spilling out, you’re still frowning. your hand flattens against the ceiling as if that’ll do anything but still, you just can’t seem to get it right.

“shit, baby, you’re doing so good.” your actions do nothing for yourself but hobie is having a great time, head throwing back against the headrest. to him, you’re repeatedly swallowing his dick inside you. you’re pushing him to the edge, forcing out moans from his mouth.

you’re convinced his oblivious; usually his words would act as encouragement but now you’re just upset. you’re upset he’s even getting a chance at cumming and you’re not. it makes you stop rather quickly, a pout across your lips.

hobie raises a brow, hands falling on to your thighs. they dance along your skin and invoke goosebumps in his wake. “what’s your problem?” his hands slip under your dress and out of it again.

“this isn’t working. i want you to fuck me. i can’t do it on my own.” your hand is still on the ceiling and the other is still on his shoulder. you’re essentially cockwarming him out of sheer exasperation, telling him to do something. not begging, not even asking, but telling.

“what do you mean, pretty? you’re a big girl, you don’t need me to do anything. you can do it yourself because you ‘hate me’, and i need to ‘stay out your business’.” he mocks you with a matching frown, hands still gliding around your skin. they move up and down your sides now, wanting to pull your dress off but not having the space to do so without it being too difficult.

your pout only grows the more he speaks to you. your words in his mouth shoot back at you like chemical warfare. if you weren’t already so desperate to cum, you would have hopped off and back into the passenger's seat. “stop acting like that.”

“you stop acting like that. you’re being a real brat and want me to do something for you but can’t even apologize. y’know you’re being one too because you wouldn’t just tell me to cancel everything unless you’re being petty.”

“ho - bie,” you whine, a small fist pounding against your chest. you attempt to see if you’re really and truly incapable of getting yourself off. it’s evident with your whine when you grind your hips down that you’re unable to do anything. it feels good but it’s not good enough and you both know it.

“say it.” he says. he tucks one of his hands behind his head while the other goes to fondle your tits. they’re squished and tugged in all sorts of directions. “like you mean it or we can just go home.”

you let the idea sit in your head as if you’re really considering it but you’ve realized you don’t have much of a choice. you could have said sorry before on the street when you knew you were wrong but you didn’t. you put up a fight because being more wrong is better than admitting to being wrong.

the longer you sit there in silence — because hobie sure as hell isn’t saying anything — the more your dilemma dawns on you. “i’m sorry, hobie. i didn’t mean . . . i’m sorry for being annoying and talking to you the way i did.”

“are you lying?” he tilts his head with a smile. there’s still that same fire in your eyes, especially after admitting defeat. he doesn’t mind it as much now that you’ve said it though, because it’s just the first step in getting you to chill the fuck out.

“no,” it’s flat when it falls out your mouth but it works and you’re rewards with hobie’s hands on your waist.

he’s got the chair adjusted enough to be able to anchor his feet onto the floor. his shoes allow him a good grip to thrust into the air at a remarkable speed. his hands serve the purpose of holding you in place as he pounds into you.

hobie is a mess underneath you, whining with heated breaths himself. he holds you hard enough to bruise, falling so far off the edge that he drops your body against him to meet his thrusts. it’s hard enough that you go crashing forward within the first few seconds, perched over hobie close enough to feel his breath fan over your face.

if you could, you would have traced your finger over his face, paying extra attention to the dimple that comes and goes. instead, your head falls into the crook of his neck and you give up what little control you held on so dearly to your heart. “i’m sorry, i’m s – so sorry. was mean and i d – didn’t mean it.”

it only takes a little bit of his attention to change your tune.

“i know, dove. i get it,” he’s not too focused on your apologies when he’s ready to burst. he’s merely holding himself back for your sake, wanting to cum with you. his entire body is on fire and his skin is dewy with sweat but he’ll hold off, only for you. “shit, gonna cum soon.”

in response, you slink a hand in between your bodies and catches it on your clit. you tremble on impact but rub little circles in a messy manner. your earlier attempt did nothing but make you sensitive and needy. having hobie’s cock actually hit where you need him most brings an entirely new wave of desire.

it only takes a few more seconds before you’re sloshing out cream, sticky and leaving the base of hobie’s cock white. each clamp of your pussy convinces hobie that you’re trying to milk him dry. you’ aware or not, are practically begging for him to cum. you’re hungry for it.

he lets out a final gasp and shudders, releasing thick spurts of cum inside you. it’s hot and fills your insides to the brim. it’s nearly uncomfortable, dripping down your folds out of any gap the liquid can find.

hobie heaves a breath, gentle with the way he shuffles about to reach into the glove compartment. he can hear your complaints about the movement, too sensitive to stand it, but he doesn’t respond, not verbally. he ever-so-kindly pulls out his dick and uses the napkins to clean what he can. it doesn’t do the best but it’s okay, for now. “are you okay?”

you look down, lifting your dress to aid in the cleanup. your hair is frizzy and no longer slicked but other than that, you’re fine. “mhm,” you hum, patting your flushed cheeks with your hands. you wish they were cooled, feeling a little hot with all the warmth trapped in such a small space. “i’m not mad at you anymore.”

“oh yeah?” he chuckles, balling up the napkins and discarding them haphazardly somewhere in the darkness. hobie helps you back into your seat, reaching out a hand to brush it lovingly over your head and down the length of your ponytail. “you really have to start trusting me. i have your best interest at heart, lovey, i promise.”

you shrug dismissively, flattening a hand over your stomach. your cunt still feels warm with cum and you’re briefly reminded by the moisture around your thighs. “you should probably get me a plan b.” under the tips of your fingers, you can feel the vibrating waves of your stomach rumbling. “and some food, i drank a shit ton and after that, i’m pretty hungry.”

the keys jingle in hobie’s hands when he picks them up. he turns the car on and cracks the windows. music immediately blasts from the speakers, shaking the interior of the car. “i thought you were on the pill?” it comes out more of a question than a statement.

“i am but it’s just in case. do you want to be safe or do you want another brat running around?”

hobie rolls his eyes but he doesn’t do much more but hand you his phone. “just put in directions to the nearest pharmacy. two of you right now would be too fuckin’ much.”