#when i called him out about it and asked him who she was his response was 'who's that?' :)))

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Pucking Rookie II

Read Pucking Rookie here | ~8k words

From me: sloooooowwwwww burrrrrrrnnnnnnnn

Warnings: angsty, fluffy, douchey ex-boyfriend, a little violent

Summary: Harry is one of the most annoying people she's ever met. It's unfair he's talented, hot, and way nicer than her ex.

“So getting to the side of the ice before the puck is there is offsides?” Marc asked.

She nodded watching the Warriors center faceoff against the Bears on her TV screen. They were in the third period with only five minutes to go and the defenseman from the Bears was in the penalty box for a foul against the center. She thought it was a death sentence. “Correct.”

“They have that in other sports,” he sounded like a child remembering a fact from preschool. She smirked.

“Yes,” she laughed. “Are you sure you want to date this guy?”

“I want to date his dick,” Marc shrugged. She snorted and shook her head.

“Fair enough.”

Her phone lit with a message from Kael. He wanted to see her when she was in town with The Chargers. It was the last thing she wanted to do, but it would have been nice to get some of her stuff back. If he kept it.

“Are you speaking to Harry again?” Marc asked.

It was impossible to keep the smile from growing on her face. She rubbed a hand over her mouth to hide it. “Yeah...” she nodded. “It’s kind of hard not to talk to anyone on the team.”

“The fact you went a whole week without talking to that hot as hell man is beyond me. You’re a better woman than me.”

She snorted. They were coming down to the final two minutes and the goalie skated to the bench and another player glided across the ice. “So, when the team is down by a goal or two, they send the goalie off the ice so they can get another scorer in position. But it leaves the goal open. It’s risky.”

“You are seriously doing that team a disservice by not dating them,” he murmured. “If I was into women I wouldn’t let you out in public. You’re so perfect.”

She laughed. “I am not perfect.”

“Babe, you are stunning, you know hockey, and you make the best cookies I’ve ever tasted.”

“It’s not enough,” she told him sipping her water and standing up. But sure enough, The Warriors scored without their goalie in the next. She had to get to the rink for the night game. She smirked, wiggled eyebrows at Marc, and turned off her TV.

“You should bet money on these things.”

She put on her regular outfit for a night of taking pictures at the rink. Her hands had to be free (and yes, they would freeze) but she wore a thick sweatshirt below the jersey. It had Niall’s name on the back. She figured he was the least likely to make a big deal of wearing someone’s name on her back. She honestly hoped no one noticed that she picked it. She didn’t want to make it seem like she had a favorite on the team. Because she didn’t. And it definitely wasn’t Harry Styles.  

Truthfully, she stole Niall’s old jersey out of the bin in the locker room. It got ripped in a game where someone got a little too irritated with Niall’s good goal tending. There was a significant tear along the seam because Harry was the first one to get to Niall when the incident occurred. Harry accidentally tore at it while trying to get his hands on the opponent and wound up in the penalty box for two minutes because of it.

She spent part of the following evening sewing it carefully back together while watching a movie on Netflix.

Once her winter boots were on, she slipped her camera bag and press pass over her shoulder and neck respectively. She was ready for the evening. Marc walked her down to her car. They both waved at Michael who was pacing outside while smoking a cigarette. “Hey Sweetheart,” he called. Michael was about five years younger than her and way too grumpy for his own good. But he often perked up on her behalf. “Good luck to the team.”

“Thanks!” She smiled as if she had any responsibility for how well they did.

Marc made sure she got in the car safely and winced when her car took two turns to start because of the cold. Once assured her car would remain running, Marc went to Michael’s side and bummed a cigarette from him as she pulled out of the lot in front of the building. What a weird little family she was creating in a weird part of town.

Her car seemed angry that it was being asked to do its job, and she worried that one day it was going to die on her way there. If it did, she was nervous it would be a thing and Uncle Charlie would be pissed. She could see it now. But instead, she listened to her music, stopped to splurge for a coffee made by someone else, and headed to the rink.

At the very least, she was happier than she had been in a very long time. There was no weight around her worrying she wasn’t the perfect girlfriend, the perfect arm candy for her hockey boyfriend. She didn’t worry about looking weird or awkward. She felt more like herself behind the lens, at the rink, and at The Locker Room, and at her apartment with her new friends than she had in years.

Maybe she didn’t need any of her stuff back from Kael. If she never spoke to him again, then she would be okay.

*

“Niall you lucky motherfucker!” Asher yelled.

She wasn’t paying much attention as the boys finally arrived for their game. She was in the middle of a conversation with Uncle Charlie as she went over the pictures she was planning to submit to the news outlets, looking over the tiny screen in her hands. She showed off her non-athletic photography skills. This included the senior pictures she took of her cousin (Charlie’s daughter), and she told him which ones she thought were best. This naturally led to discussing the holidays. Her hope was he was willing to carpool to her parents’ house. It was selfish, mainly because she didn’t think her car would make it the three-hour drive out of the city. Not that she was going to tell him that.

But the boys interrupted before she could get that far. She turned, smiled brightly at her team of restless twenty-something-year-old puppies. She set her coffee on the ledge of the window of an office for one of the team assistants and gave the boys a proper wave. “Are you all ready for gameday?” She asked.

But no one was paying any attention to her greeting. Instead, their gazes were focused on the number on her body. The black-and-silver-lettering and logo was riveting it seemed even though it was on all their own jerseys as well.

So much for it not being a thing. “Sweetheart, I’m honored,” Niall chuckled. Were his cheeks pink in embarrassment? That was cute—he looked so nervous. Niall was adorable. She could see why Harry was so protective of him. In the time she had gotten to know him, she seriously didn’t know how someone so sweet and nice could be roped into a rough and tumble sport like hockey.

“What?” She asked curiously, hoping that if she acted confused, they wouldn’t make it a bigger deal than it needed to be.

It seemed there was little chance of such a thing. “You’re wearing my jersey,” his grin remained shy and so, so adorable.

Well, maybe she could use it to her advantage. “Well, don’t tell the others but you’re my favorite,” she winked.

But it wasn’t quiet and everyone heard it. The gasps and scoffs of disbelief echoed loudly as they entered the locker room to drop some of their stuff. First there would be game day entrance photos, the boys looking dressed in not quite formal but not so casual attire. The stuff that made hearts throb to look at them (and other organs throb if she was honest). They would pose as if they hadn’t already walked in, and no one would know except for them.

Niall turned a shade redder and headed in. “Don’t break my goalie,” Charlie warned.

“I would never break Niall!” She pouted petulantly at her uncle. “Why are they all up and arms about the jersey? It was free and I fixed it. Is it not allowed?”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, Sweetheart,” he chuckled. “It’s just a dumb hockey-guy thing,” he patted her on the back and headed into the locker room.

“Harry’s running late,” Lang said as he returned with just a duffle bag and an overpriced water bottle that was part of his sponsorship deal. “Hit some traffic or something. So, you might not get his game day entrance,” he told her with a shrug.

She nodded. “That’s fine,” she shrugged and snapped a picture of him while he wasn’t really focused, testing the lighting and frame once more now that she had a subject. “There’s enough of you guys to suffice as eye candy for the day we probably won’t need everyone’s picture.”

Lang laughed, covering his mouth. “Sweetheart, please say that in front of Harry while I’m around and you’re wearing that jersey,” he begged. She frowned unsure what he meant by that specifically. Instead, she shook her head and began ordering the captain and his teammates around to get the first part of her evening’s tasks done.

*

Harry showed up just as she took the last shot of the team walking into the locker room. He was pouring the last bit of his protein shake into his mouth while she examined her camera once more and sipped her coffee that she left on the ledge of the window. There was so much more activity back by the locker room as game time approached. There were team doctors, athletic trainers, assistants, and more milling around.

Harry hated being late. It messed with his pre-game rituals. But there wasn’t anything he could do about traffic. Plus, Hayden lived on the exact opposite side of the city. He really shouldn’t have bothered with trying to sneak a quick hook-up in before the game. But he needed something to take the edge off and nothing was working.

Granted the hook-up left him feeling unsatisfied as well. Although it wasn’t Hayden’s fault. She was lovely, truly. It was all Harry’s brain. Something was off and he couldn’t quite place it.

But one look at the pretty photographer wearing the number thirty-one on her body reminded him that he was much more aware of the issue than he was willing to admit. He blinked hoping his eyes were mistaken. But no, the name Horan was on her back.

“Rookie!” He called.

What the fuck was he going to say? It didn’t even make sense for him to be mad. She didn’t do anything wrong. God, Harry was an idiot. She was off limits. For all he knew she had one of everyone’s jersey and was going to rotate through.

It was probably not a good sign that she looked up when she heard that nickname, right? It wasn’t good to get used to knowing it was Harry calling her the moment she heard his teasing. But right then, Harry didn’t look teasing. His gaze was laser-focused on her torso (and not the way she would expect him to be focused on her chest). “Hi Harry,” she smiled, sweetly; hoping vehemently that this wasn’t about the jersey. “Do you want a game day photo?” She asked gently holding her camera up.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” He snapped.

This hoping thing ain’t shit. She thought. Glancing down at her outfit once more, she frowned. “I thought I looked cute,” she pouted.

Harry was all but half a foot in front of her. “You’re wearing Niall’s jersey.”

“It’s from the locker room, it was going to get thrown out, so I just sewed it,” she shrugged. “Is that not allowed? No one said anything.”

He seemed to bristle but settled at the same time. She really didn’t get what the big deal was. “S’fine,” he grumbled. “Y’do look cute. You always look cute,” he rolled his eyes and pushed the locker room door open with a little too much power. She shook her head and heard laughter from behind the door.

“Boys are weird,” she sighed and headed for the tunnel to get to the ice.

*

She texted Michael from her car when she got back to the apartment at one in the morning. It was dark, cold, and she had a weird feeling as she pulled into the small lot. He hurried out yawning as he did. He was wearing only shorts, a t-shirt, and slippers. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she frowned and hurried to the front of the building. He waited patiently for her to lock her car.

“S’fine, Sweetheart,” he shrugged and yawned.

“Thank you,” she said gratefully. She really needed to find a new place, so she didn’t have to bother them. But she swore she could feel someone’s eyes following her as she closed the entry door to her building. Michael headed down the first-floor hall to his place without another word. She stopped at her small little mailbox, locked on the inside. Only a slit in the wall from the outside to get in. It was all junk and bills. She didn’t give her address to anyone. Not even Uncle Charlie had her real address. She mentioned some apartment complex on the good side of town. But when pressed, she immediately diverted and asked if he would be okay with shipping her Amazon packages to his house. It did the trick, fortunately. Her parents didn’t think much of it either because they knew Charlie was keeping an eye on her.

It was all she could afford after not working much because of Kael and his weird obsession with making sure she played the proper part of picture-perfect hockey girlfriend. This was a sketchy part of town, and she knew it and didn’t like living here either. But what could she really do? Making friends with Michael and Marc was easy and she was lucky. So very lucky to have people keep an eye out for her when she got home late and felt like she was being followed.

So, when she turned to the stairwell behind the little mail room and saw the very angry hockey player outside the door of her building peering through the glass, she practically jumped back a foot and immediately and nearly screamed.

She clamped a hand over her mouth and pressed the other one to her heart, dropping her mail in the process. “What the fuck are you doing?!” She whisper-screamed opening the door.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Harry hissed stepping inside. He gathered up her mail handing it to her. He continued glaring as he took in the run-down place. “Do you live here?”

“Yes!”

“Rookie, this is not a safe area. Why are y’living here?”

“Because I can afford it? What kind of fucking question is that?”

Harry looked so good having just played a grueling game that included overtime and a shootout. His hair was still damp from his shower. His face glowing that way he managed to do in the dead of winter that was so unfair to her. He smelled good—too good. He wore a black hoodie, black pants, and black sneakers. Like he was trying to blend in with the night. The only not good-looking thing about him at the moment was the sour expression on his otherwise extremely pretty features. The furrow between his eyebrows looked angry. The green of his eyes appeared darker, almost black to match his clothes. His mouth was pressed in a flat line.

But even angry, Harry looked hot. He had been angry all evening. Since he set foot in the arena. He didn’t relax when they all went to The Locker Room either. He hardly spoke to Niall and barely acknowledged his good goal tending. “Does coach know you live here?”

She shook her head. “Harry, shut the fuck up. Why did you follow me home like a creep!?”

“Because s’one in the morning and y’said y’were exhausted and that your car was a piece of shit! I was making sure y’made it home. I didn’t know home was even scarier!”

“Hey babe, everything alright? Michael texted you would be on your way up and to keep an ear out.” Marc called as he approached them descending the stairs.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she whispered and rubbed her temples.

“Holy shit,” Marc gaped.

“Harry, this is Marc,” she introduced the pair, but lacked any enthusiasm. “He’s my neighbor.”

Harry glared at him—even though he didn’t deserve it. “Hi,” he said curtly.

“I’m fine,” she told Marc. “Harry followed me home.”

“Great game today, man,” he looked awestruck; no longer concerned about her well-being at all and entirely concerned about the beautiful man in front of him. “That was a bogus penalty in the second period.”

“I said the same thing,” she nodded in agreement hoping it would remind Harry that she made her own little place here and he didn’t need to worry. That he was her friend.

Harry softened just a little. His shoulders untensed ever so slightly. “Thanks,” he nodded curtly, trying to remain polite to a fan when he wanted to shake the sweet photographer. “Rookie, show me your place,” he ordered.

“Michael and I keep an eye on her,” Marc offered sensing there was a deeper issue.

Harry eyed him up and down and then turned back to her. “Show me your place,” he repeated.

“No!”

“Jesus, babe, show the hot man your apartment!”

She pressed her fingers to her forehead and slid them down her nose and over her lips as she spoke. “Marc,” she sighed. “Go away.”

“Huge fan,” he held his hands up in surrender and made his way upstairs.

Harry was staring at her in disbelief. “You’re not living here.”

“Harry,” she sighed.

“I’ve had a shit day, Rookie. Don’t fucking test it,” he snapped and headed up the stairs figuring he would find it on his own because he would just know? She shook her head.

“Third floor,” she mumbled following behind him. He sighed with relief from ahead of her.

“Take that stupid fucking shirt off,” he said once the door was shut.

“Why are you so angry today?” She shed her camera carefully setting it on the small table. Then her badge. She dropped her keys on the table too. Quickly, before he could get angrier, she rid herself of the jersey and her hoodie.

Harry sighed again, relieved it seemed of what she didn’t know. Without broiling in irritation over his friend’s name all over the girl he had a massive crush on, he was able to focus a little more. Glancing around he inspected the small place. It was cute, adorable even. Just like her.

She bent to take her shoes off. “Do you want water or something? You’re so keyed up... Maybe you want a sedative?” She rolled her eyes at him.

He snorted. “Pass,” he continued looking around. “S’nice, really,” he murmured

“It is,” she agreed. “I don’t plan on staying here forever, but it’s what’s affordable right now. Not all of us make seven figures a year for their talent.”

He ignored her and wandered around the little rooms she had. On all of her walls were more photos she had clearly taken. It didn’t take much for him to figure out her style. It was natural and lovely. “S’cold in here.”

“Heat’s expensive,” she remarked. “Do you want some tea?” She asked.

He shook his head. “No, thank you, Rookie,” he mumbled relaxing more as he inhaled deeply. Everything was so intoxicatingly her in this room. It smelled so good. She smelled so good. “Is Marc in love with you?” He asked offhandedly.

“Not unless I identify as a man, which I don’t.”

He smirked, unable to hide the amusement. She was so funny, it was unfair. Beautiful, talented, kind, and funny. She was made in a lab and meant to tempt every one of Harry’s desires. “What ‘bout the guy that walked y’in?” He picked up the book that was on her coffee table and read the back of it, wondering what kind of books she was into and if she liked the same things as him. He set the book down carefully.

“Michael? No. He’s a baby.”

“He’s taller than you,” he murmured.

“He’s not in love with me. Well, actually, I do make him cookies. So maybe,” she shrugged.

He shook his head wishing he could focus on his own questions. But she was too quick and Harry was too tired.

On the wall of her living room was an array of small frames. Probably fifteen or so four by six photos that his mom would have put in a photo album. He recognized Charlie and Ray. A man he could only assume was Charlie’s brother and her dad as they looked like twins with different hair and eye coloring. Girls in their teens, a dog that never seemed to age even though the family around it did, and her gorgeous smile.

There was also a stupid fucking picture of Niall on her wall beside a team photo which made him want to yank it down and stomp on it like a psychopath.

Poor Niall did nothing to deserve Harry’s wrath. The team teased him the moment he went into the locker room telling him all about how she said Niall was his favorite. It wasn’t surprising. Niall was nice and sweet. He didn’t hook up with a bunch of girls nor did he go from city to city hoping to be entertained by a different girl. He was a nice guy. Probably the kind of guy she did deserve. Especially after whatever it was that Kael did to arguably ruin his life by losing her. He barely congratulated him on his saves in the game. Didn’t even buy him a drink at the bar either. To Niall’s credit, he didn’t take it too harshly. Merely smirked at him as he glared. Knowing it really had nothing to do with him at the heart of it.

But the picture of his best friend on her wall just made him grumpier all over again. It didn’t help that Harry was exhausted. He dreaded having to drive home this late. Especially when he was mad on top of everything else. But having seen where she lived, he was glad he followed her home. Didn’t care that it was creepy. It would have made him insane to know she wasn’t safe.

There wasn’t much he could do but turn his attention to her kitchen so he could avoid the stupid picture of his stupid friend who he didn’t like very much at present.

Right there on the fridge door was one of her family photos—clearly taken at a wedding or something. A quick glance showed she wasn’t in it which made him sad. How often was she left out of pictures because she was always the one taking them? Beside her family was the side-by-side duo picture of herself that he saw on her website. A photo of her parents’ dog next to that. A couple landscapes of the ocean and sun.

Right in the middle of all her photos was a picture of Harry.

He swore time stopped. All his anger towards Niall disappeared. Why was he on her fridge? It was the picture of when he scored a goal, from one of the first games she photographed this year. The one she sent him the first time she texted him. “Why’s this on the fridge?” He asked, straightening it alongside the others it. There was a magnet on the back and Harry felt his chest constrict a bit knowing he wasn’t on the wall, but he was in her house. She cared in some way enough to put him among her pictures of family and friends.

She shrugged. “I put all of my favorite pictures on the fridge,” she said it so simply. It wasn’t a big deal to her. The pictures belonged there and that was it. It just was.

His heart sincerely skipped a beat. Like if he were a cartoon, a graphic of a little heart monitor would appear in a cloud bubble, and it would show an irregular rhythm representing the way she made him feel. His gaze flickered to her briefly, but he was worried he would stare and never look away. He cleared his throat and looked toward her wall of photos. “What ‘bout the wall over there?”

“Those are nice pictures too, but I don’t really look at the wall much. It’s behind me when I sit on the couch, you know...? The fridge however,” she had a smile in her voice. “I love snacks and cooking and baking. So, I’m in the kitchen a lot. So, I like to look at my favorites.”

Harry felt softer. Relieved. Less mad and annoyed than he’d been in hours. Maybe even days if he was honest. Harry was one of her favorites. Even if she didn’t mean he was her favorite and merely the photo.

“Bunny?” He asked softly staring at the other half dozen or so of her favorites.

She didn’t miss a beat answering to the nickname that she didn’t really like. But she did really like the way it sounded when Harry said it. “Yeah?”

“Would y’ever wear my jersey?” His voice was quiet, he felt stupid for asking. The question wouldn’t leave his brain until he said it. Whatever the answer was, he had to ask it.

She frowned and sighed. Harry hated that. It seemed like a terrible question, and he was dreading her answer immediately. “I hate to say it, Harry, but I can’t afford a Styles jersey.”

He rolled his eyes. “Would y’wear it?”

“Of course I would, Harry. You’re my friend just like Niall is. And Asher, Callie, and Lang. I really only wore it because you guys were throwing it out.”

Harry rubbed a hand on the side of his face. He could live with that. “Alright.”

“Did I miss something?” She asked. But he knew how perceptive she was. She had to know how much it bothered him that she wore his friend’s name and number on her body today and not his. She had to know he had a crush on her. Even if he couldn’t do anything about it.

“Nope,” he shook his head not wanting to get into it further.

“Are you sure I can’t get you something to drink?” She asked again. “You seem really out of sorts...maybe you need something without alcohol?”

“Sure,” he sighed. She could give him whatever she wanted. She wouldn’t be able to tell, but he was relieved now. He didn’t need anything else. “Tea would be nice...” She nodded, gently nudging him out of the way to get a pitcher of water from her fridge. “Can I stay here?”

“You want to stay in my crappy little apartment? After you went on and on about how unsafe it is?” She questioned filling the kettle on her stove.

Fair point, Bunny. “M’exhausted, Rookie. I told you I had a bad day.”

“I see that,” she pouted and scanned him up and down. “Of course you can. You have to take my bed though; the couch is too small for you.”

He shook his head. “M’not kicking y’out of your bed when I barged in.”

“Well... it was... kind of nice that you made sure I got home safely. I’m glad it was you, but I was pretty nervous... so if it wasn’t you...” she shook her head and looked at her hands wringing them awkwardly. “I’m sorry you got stuck here,” she pouted.

More of him softened somehow. It seemed impossible that she could make him feel any softer. He was certain he never felt softer than when she said that his picture was one of her favorites. The way she spoke was so gentle.

“I fall asleep most nights on the sofa anyway,” she shrugged, unaware of the thoughts rolling through Harry’s head. She probably hadn’t a clue how she made him imagine her adorable body curled into the small sofa with a blanket around her. What it would be like for him to come home from a game and find her snuggled into a sweatshirt with his cologne on it, the TV playing the post-game highlights, and her hands tucked under her cheek. Did she snore? Harry ached to know.

God he was fucked. How did she walk into the arena and do that? Harry thought of nothing but hockey and hookups. Now he wondered if she snored at night.

She carefully poured the hot water into a mug with The Charger’s logo on the outside and dipped the tea bag in and out a few times letting the water do its thing. She slid it across the small counter before she poured her own mug. They stood silently for a moment, sipping tea.

“I might have something of Kael’s for you to sleep in.”

“I’d rather die than sleep in that piece of shit’s clothes.”

She smirked around the edge of her mug and shook her head. “Are you cold?” She asked.

He shook his head. It was cold but he wasn’t cold. He would be fine with a few blankets. A warm body beside him would be good too, but he wasn’t sure he could convince her.

She put her mug in the sink and went to the bathroom without warning. After a few minutes, she returned. Her face was washed of makeup, her hair pulled back, and she wore a pair of sweatpants instead. She grabbed a pillow off her bed. “Normally I’d change your sheets, but... It’s too late. I hope you don’t mind.”

Wrapped up in sheets, blankets, and pillows that smelled like her? Fine by him. “S’fine, Rookie. Thank you.”

She grabbed more blankets from under her sofa cushion; a space for storage hiding in plain sight. She placed them at the end of her bed and then went to the sofa. “Make yourself at home,” she offered. “Night, Harry,” she yawned and settled into her pillow and blanket, nuzzling into the warmth just as he imagined, her hands tucked under her cheek.

“Night, Rookie,” he mumbled and climbed into her bed. He was practically asleep before he was fully settled.

*

It couldn’t have been more than a couple hours later—it was still very dark out. Her bed was warm, soft, and smelled so fucking good he thought he might sew himself into the sheets just so he never had to leave. But it was undeniably cold. Even in his hoodie and sweats.

He glanced across the room and could barely make out the shadow of his pretty crush curled into the sofa. She looked chilled and Harry felt so immensely guilty. He got out of bed, his feet nearly stinging on the cold floor. Without more thought he scooped her up. His arms looping around the back of her knees and the other around her waist. He tried to move her without jostling her too much. Her head fell toward him, pressing into his chest as he carried her back to the bed. He settled her under her sheets and blankets. He wanted nothing more than to cozy up to her, but he wasn’t going to ruin the progress he made that night. Instead, he slipped between the sheet and blanket, draped the pair of them in the other blankets.

She sighed loudly in her sleep. Like she was comfortable.

Harry didn’t think there was anyone cuter than her.

*

Harry woke up to her burrowed into his side. He didn’t dare move. If she wanted out, she would have to make the move. There wasn’t anything that would get Harry to remove himself from her warm body in the same bed as him. It was almost too warm, but well worth it.

“Jesus,” she whispered suddenly and scooched back in the bed. “Harry!” She hissed.

He smirked. “Good morning, Rookie,” he yawned. “Sleep well?”

“How did I get here?”

“Y’must have tucked yourself in with me,” he smiled.

She rolled her eyes, shook her head. “Shut up,” she mumbled.

“Y’jus’ looked cold,” he shrugged. “S’plenty of room.”

She sighed. “Well thanks, it was cozy,” her cheeks turned red. “Do you want something to eat?” She asked, immediately pivoting from their little late-night cuddle.

“Y’make breakfast too?”

“It’s actually my favorite meal...” she trailed off pushing the covers off. “I love going out to breakfast,” she got out of bed and grabbed a sweatshirt from her dresser. Harry sensed there was more to that, but as soon as he saw her sweatshirt, all previous thoughts left his mind.

Niall’s number and name on her body made him mad.

The words Glacier Wolves across the front in it’s hideous font was going to send him to an early grave.

“No,” he shook his head immediately. “Take it off.”

“You’re awfully bossy about my outfits, Harry,” she rolled her eyes. “It’s cold. I need a sweatshirt.”

Harry pulled the one he was wearing off. “Here.”

For a moment she eyed it. Harry couldn’t figure out her expression or the pause that lasted as she examined it. “Harry it’s like ten degrees out,” she pulled the hem down and walked toward her bathroom again.

He pouted, grumbling to himself as he put his clothing back on. “M’burning that,” he mumbled.

“I heard that!”

*

Harry left after breakfast. He didn’t bug her about her sweatshirt. But he did beg her to turn the heat on for a little bit. He helped her with dishes and not once did the conversation feel forced, awkward, or like there was a lull that lasted too long. He watched her take pictures of her food, then the way the light streamed in through the window, so it hit her coffee table just so. She adjusted her book to an open page and set a hot cup of tea beside it.

With a couple of snaps, Harry watched her while biting into his toast. “Can I see?” He asked.

“It’s nothing special. I just take random pictures sometimes for practice,” she explained.

He wiped his hand on his leg and held it out expectantly for the priceless equipment. It felt weird, awkward. Tentatively, she handed it to him. Not only had she captured the beauty of the early morning in her little place, she took another picture of Harry drinking tea in between bites.

He smiled. “Aw, Rookie, me?” He teased. She didn’t say anything, looked anywhere but him while her pink cheeks spoke for the emotions she was feeling. “M’not sure why but m’still really impressed,” he tabbed through the pictures she took on the little screen.

She must have faced the camera backwards because her pretty smiling face with the ice rink as back drop behind her illuminated the screen. Harry loved everything about the photo. It had her and his beloved hockey rink. “Can I have this one?” He asked.

“I was going to delete that,” she blushed. Harry frowned.

“No way, Rookie, y’look adorable. Let me have it, y’got me on your fridge.”

She looked away shyly, nodded silently. “I’ll text it to you.”

Harry was unbelievably talented and attractive. He could outthink his opponents on the ice and he was sweet enough to make sure she got home safe. Carried her to bed in the middle of the night to keep her warm.

It wasn’t fair that she couldn’t have him. Even if it was her own doing.

Around ten or so, Harry had to head out and she hated to admit it, but she really missed him almost the moment he left.

*

The following day she headed to practice taking pictures for the team’s social media posts. Ray and Charlie were at the center of the ice waiting for the team to file out of the locker room. She took a picture of her uncle and surrogate uncle. Then she setup for some detail shots while waiting. The score book and pen on the bench. A stick propped up behind the bench. She laid flat on the ice and got a shot of the coach’s shoes on the center of the ice.

“Hey Sweetheart!” Callie called from across the rink—first one on the ice. Ray threw a puck at him, and he shot it into the net. Charlie threw another and he pushed the puck back and forth near him. “Laying down on the job?”

She snorted, shook her head with a smile. “Come here!” He glided over and stopped in front of her without getting ice all over her and her equipment. “Put your stick flat on the ground,” she ordered. She reached out and touched the puck and pushed it in front of the slight bend at the end of his stick. “Take your helmet off, and your gloves.”

“You gonna tell me to take more of my uniform off, Sweetheart?” He teased but followed her directions.

“You wish.”

“I do wish, Sweetheart, I do.”

She shook her head while centering her view on the shot she wanted. “Don’t move.”

“Yes ma’am,” he sighed dreamily. He was enjoying her bossing him around too much and she couldn’t help but smile while she clicked the shutter taking several of the same photo.

“Okay, thank you,” she carefully maneuvered so she would flop awkwardly back on the ice. Callie immediately grabbed her camera and then took hold of her arm to help her up. Once righted, she brushed the ice off the front of her body. She was quite chilled from lying on the ground for so long. Plus her apartment was cold, naturally her car’s heater was chilly, and it felt like she never quite got out of the cold ever because of it.

“Can I see?” He said excitedly.

She turned the camera to show him. Her teeth chattered a little more than usual. Callie put an arm around her shoulders to add some warmth. He was tall and lean like most other hockey players. And undoubtedly attractive too. “You’re pushing it, Kian,” she shook her head but didn’t mind how warm he felt.

“No one calls me Kian except my mother, Sweetheart,” he reminded her. “You’re cold. Don’t read into it,” he took the camera from her and thumbed through the photos pressing the buttons beside the screen to view them. “Wow,” he murmured. “That’s so cool, Sweetheart. It looks really beautiful.”

She blushed with pride and ducked her face. “Thank you.”

“You know... I’m not sure what he did, but Kael is an idiot to lose you,” he affirmed clicking through more of the photos. “Can we take one?” He asked.

“Yeah, sure,” she turned the camera around and pointed where Callie needed to look. He squeezed around her a little tighter as she clicked the shutter. He immediately took the camera back and examined the photo. “Cute, Sweetheart,” he grinned and continued flipping through all her photos. Including the ones from her breakfast with Harry the day before. “Ooh... what’s this?” He cooed. “Did you and Styles have a sleepover?!” He gaped.

She took her camera back. “No,” she didn’t even blush. It wasn’t his business. She didn’t want Charlie to hear.

And she definitely didn’t want Harry to hear.

Harry slid onto the ice his eyes zeroing in on his teammate’s arm wrapped around her almost immediately. She felt a little awkward knowing that he seemed to be a bit territorial about her even though it wasn’t really within his right. He glowered at the puck that Charlie tossed to him, and it sailed almost immediately into the net from where he stood. “I can’t compete with him, Sweetheart,” Callie frowned. “Please tell me you don’t actually like Styles.”

“I like all of you, Kian,” she rolled her eyes, tearing her eyes away from his broody skating.

“But you like me most, right?” Asher appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

“She likes you least,” Lang said assuredly skating by just as quick. She laughed and shook her head.

“I like you all equally,” she promised.

“Bull shit, you can’t sell a twenty-way-tie!” Asher frowned.

She loved her little family away from her real one. This team made her feel more loved and appreciated than Kael ever did. It was eye-opening in so many ways. Was it just because she took pictures on the team? Would they behave this way if she was just a girlfriend? Or the coach’s niece without special treatment? She got special treatment from the other girlfriends and wives of the Glacier Wolves simply because she was Kael’s girlfriend.

At about the same time she started to feel drained by her relationship (the last six months before it ended), she overheard two of the significant others talking about her in the bathroom. While she was using the bathroom... They said Kael was an idiot to stay with her. She was a leech and nothing more. For three years she had been nothing but a good girlfriend. She attended every game, catered to Kael’s workout schedules, practice schedules. She monitored his calendar and made sure his stunning, penthouse apartment was cleaned. She hosted parties for his teammates. For three years post-graduation she didn’t take photography gigs, skipped family parties, and let her degree sit on a shelf unused to it’s full potential.

Maybe The Chargers boys were just being kind because she was the coach’s niece. Maybe her skill really was subpar. Wasn’t she really just a leech in a new way now? Her uncle got her this job and they didn’t really need her.

Kael fucked her up good. Made her feel worthless. He didn’t value her skill and made her believe she wasn’t good enough in any part of her life. “Hey Sweetheart?” Callie asked, giving her a squeeze, bringing her mind back to the present. “You good?”

She nodded. “Sorry, just daydreaming.”

“About me?!” Asher grinned. She smiled. At least for now, this family she had was sweet. She wanted to believe they valued her for her and savor it for however long she could.

*

While the boys practiced, she went to the locker room and tidied up, brought the dirty uniform hamper to the laundry room, and brought the clean laundry back. She took more detail shots without the boys around. It was fun to get them in the shots, like the ones she took with Callie. But ever-like puppies, it was easier to get pictures without them milling around eagerly. She took some really nice shots of their locker space. With the right lighting, it would look like they were ready for battle—she could see it in her head, and she couldn’t wait to get the shots of their numbers alongside equipment on her computer to play with the settings.

But after about an hour of that, she ran out of things to do. She sauntered back to the rink and watched from the bench. Ray and Charlie stood at the center dictating where they should go and what to do next. It was mesmerizing. The beauty and graceful agility these tall, lean, padded men exuded was incredible.

“Take a picture it will last longer!”

The team burst into laughter as Callie called out to her. She shook her head but certainly did just that.

“Hey Sweetheart,” Niall grinned coming over during another break. “Heard you had Harry over. Hope he wasn’t too much trouble.”

She smiled. “No, he was good,” she assured him. “It was nice he followed me home. To make sure I was safe.”

“Yeah, he’s decent like that. His sister Gemma made him a real gentleman,” he agreed. “He didn’t like you wearing my jersey,” he told her.

“I’m well aware.”

“I won’t say no if you wear it again.”

She laughed. “Will do.”

“Want to make him madder taking a picture?”

“Maybe tomorrow, Kian made him pretty mad today with that one already.”

“Who?” Niall furrowed his eyebrows. She shook her head and silently laughed. “Is that what the silent treatment was for?” Niall asked with a laugh and skated off to rejoin his team.

*

At the end of practice, she took shots of them leaving the ice, the empty net. In her head she had a series of photos. The sequence of a hockey game and maybe she would put it into motion one day. She sat on the bench looking at her camera screen and sifted through some of the multiples she didn’t need.

“Hey Rookie,” Harry said softly.

She looked up and smiled. “Hi, Harry.”

Dangling from his fingers were a pair of figure skates. All white, pink guards, pink anterior cushioning, and pink laces.

“I got you these.”

She blinked. “Why?”

“To practice.”

“Harry, I cannot accept that. I know how much ice skates cost. Those have to be close to 400 dollars.”

He shrugged. “That’s what a good pair cost.”

“Harry, I can’t even stand on the ice. Return them. I’m not taking a 400-dollar pair to ruin because I can’t even stand still while wearing them... And they’re practically giving me blisters from just looking at them. I don’t have the right socks..." Harry looked disappointed and he frowned. "But... that... that was very sweet of you,” she added. Because she hadn’t said thank you yet, and it was sweet. It was extremely thoughtful of him. “Thank you,” she added gratefully. “That was so nice of you.”

“Do you like Callie?” He blurted.

“Do you think I’m in love with every man I meet?” She countered.

“You two looked cozy,” he mumbled.

“I was cold,” she admitted. “He offered his jersey, but I didn’t want a repeat of the other night,” she quipped. Harry smirked and looked away from her. “I’m not dating hockey players, remember?” She grabbed her camera and bag ready to leave the rink.

“Yeah...” he sighed, rubbed the back of his head. “I know, Rookie.”

*

There was a knock on her door later that evening. She assumed it was Michael asking if she had baked anything after feeling a bit on the munchier side of life. It probably wasn’t Marc because he had a date with the hockey lover. But maybe it was an early night for them, so who knew.

Instead, Harry was there. A pair of skates dangling from his fingers once more. The guards were still pink, there were scuffs on the toes and heels. The interior was cushioning was a light brown. “They’re a good brand. Used, so they didn’t cost a lot. But full disclosure, they were the most expensive used pair I could find because m’not gonna let y’skirt on the quality because of the cost. They won’t hurt your feet with blisters being brand new.”

Harry, with used ice skates, was the last person she expected to see. There was a tug in her chest where her heart would have melted for Kael to do something as kind as that. But she couldn’t fall in love with Harry. It was just a bad idea. He was a celebrity. There were millions of women he could choose from.

“Have you had it with dragging me around the ice or something?” She asked.

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, but... I want t’help you, Rookie. Y’should know how t’skate. Think of the pictures y’could take even if y’jus’ learn t’skate a little,” he shrugged.

That tug in her chest felt an awful lot like Harry worming his way into the center of her universe. But she didn’t want to do that again. Not really. She didn’t want to dote on Harry the way she did only for it to backfire on her. She still had a lot of time, but she felt behind. Kael made it so she didn’t have tons of money. She ‘didn’t have to worry about it’ because he made plenty. But it wasn’t about money. It was about her independence and now she felt like she literally paid the price. “I got y’some socks too,” Harry added.

Goddammit.

She was going to fall in love with him.

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Thinking about yoichi isagi dating an Itoshi, Sae and Rin's little sister who is for sure someone unique. Contrary to popular belief, she's very sweet (to him); she just has a bit of a rough exterior. Her nonchalant attitude and piercing teal eyes, along with her unfiltered words, often come off as rude to most people, but Isagi knew better; he had managed to crack the walls she set up protecting her real personality, and he couldn't be happier with what he found inside. People would often stare amazed at how he could read the slightest change on her blank expression, praising how well he knew her to always know exactly what she needed; from just a warm cup of coffee to fight her tiredness to a soft hug to lift up her spirits. Now they were 24 and 22, celebrating two years of being together.

Or at least what she understood by celebrating, which was essentially staying home and skipping her responsibilities by laying down on bed and relaxing like a lazy cat.

A cat. How could he ever need a cat when he has her? He smiled sweetly at her figure comfortably resting; hair tousled and a shirt of his put on to, as she stated before, 'smell his scent' while he was away practicing or training. She could not care less about football or the fact that he couldn't skip his responsibilities to stay with her today, she would just wait until he came home.

"Honey." he called, earning a soft mumble as a response. "Let's go out."

"Why?"

"'Cause it's our anniversary."

"So?"

"So I want to do something nice for you. 'Cause that's what couples do on anniversaries, y'know? We give each other stuff and go out for dinner or something. Do you wanna do that?"

"No." to anyone else that answer might've seen cold and cruel, but not to him; he knew she was just too comfortable to get out of bed, and that saying 'no' to his invitation was her way of saying 'stay here with me'. But she was too stubborn to ask him directly, that he also knew, and yet he felt like teasing her a little.

"What do you wanna do then?" she opened her eyes, finally, and looked at him silently. Her usual blank stare was piercing through him, like trying to non-verbally communicate what she wanted. And it did, he knew, and she knew that he knew, and she also knew that he wanted her to say it. But just like a stubborn cat, she didn't say anything else. She adjusted herself on the bed, changing positions slightly, and stretched; a yawn that almost resembled a meowl escaping her lips. And then nothing else; the message was clear. She wanted him to join her in bed and cuddle, because she missed him while he was out, but fire would fall from the sky before she said that out loud even though they were in a long-term relationship. Typical Itoshi, he thought. It was like Rin calling him 'lukewarm' all over again.

"Just do whatever then..." she finally said, still refusing to admit what she wanted. "I'll sleep.."

"Wanna cuddle?" he could almost see the imaginary cat ears on she had on his head twitch in alert, and the thought almost made him chuckle. He silently walked towards the bed and layed down next to her, where almost instantly she trapped him on her arms. Head laid on his chest and his arm used as a pillow, she became inmediately relaxed as she took a deep breath of his scent.

"You stink." yet she made no effort in pulling away. He could almost hear her purring like an actual cat.

"I'll go take a bath if that's the case." he said it as a joke, and then laughed when he heard her mumble a complain.

"No." he didn't actually stink. He did just return from training, but he took a shower previously right after he came home.

He then placed his free hand on top of her head and started playing with her hair, and she let out a sigh as he felt his fingers scratching her scalp softly, yet just right.

"Better now?"

"Yeah..." she purred, finally letting down her walls again. "Missed you."

"Missed you too." he placed a soft kiss on her head. "You still don't wanna go out?"

"Hmm... too tired..." she murmured. "It's comfortable here..."

"Alright, then. We'll celebrate lowkey this year; let's just chill... you hungry though? We can still order takeout or whatever."

"Noooo... just stay here." she gave him a bite when he tried to sit up. An old habit she (according to Sae) had ever since she was a kid. To bite people she likes; she would apparently always get in trouble for bitting Rin or him when they were little. Their parents would discover the bite marks on their arms and ground her because she isn't an animal, or her teachers would call home after she bit some of the classmates or teachers she particularly liked. It was weird, Sae stated, like Rin's strange habit of drooling and sticking out his tongue. Seems none of the Itoshis can be normal members of society.

"Ouch." the bite didn't really hurt but it was always funny to pretend it did. He didn't mind it; he thought it was cute. "Okay, I'm staying in bed. Happy?"

"Yes."

"You still want your anniversary gifts at least?"

"I don't need gifts, nor anything else; I just want to stay like this." he smiled before moving his head down to press a kiss on her lips, which she recieved happily, his own lips moving in experienced synchronization with hers. He stayed there, refusing to pull away for a while, because she was right. This was too comfortable to do anything else; it was better to stay like this.

Oh, well, the ring on the gift box he had prepared would have to wait another year, but this moment made it all worth it.

A/N: I love Isagi too much y'all 😭🙏

Btw this was inspired by an oc of mine, that's why it's so specific; I was just thinking about her and wanted to write something.

[httpsdana]

Hey could you write something where reader have to meets pau cubarsi's friends since they are together but she's shy and she's anxious they'll find her not enough for him but it ends well

(I love your stories theyre so cool<3)

First Impressions~Pau Cubarsi

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“Isn't it gonna be weird that I know basically everything about them and they have no idea who I am?” y/n asked, nervously tapping her fingers on Pau’s thigh.

Pau sighed while Irene chuckled from the driver's seat.

“They know who you are, bebé,” he said, grabbing her hand to stop her from fidgeting.

“They probably know the color of your socks too,” Irene said, making y/n look at Pau with wide eyes.

“What?” she asked, waiting for Pau to explain.

A red blush crept onto his cheeks as he rolled his eyes at his sister's words.

“Just shut up and drive, Irene,” he grumbled as his sister burst into laughter, while his girlfriend looked at him cluelessly.

“I need to get my license as soon as possible,” he mumbled more to himself, but y/n heard him, which made her chuckle.

Still, it didn't help ease the nerves she was feeling. Pau noticed she was quieter than usual and knew she was nervous about meeting his friends, though she wouldn't admit it.

“You okay, guapa ?” he asked, his eyes studying her features.

She only hummed in response, looking out of the window to avoid the topic. But as soon as she pulled her lips between her teeth, Pau knew something else was on her mind.

He gently grabbed her chin, turning her head to meet her gaze.

“What's wrong?” he asked softly, his thumb brushing her chin.

“It's just...” She sighed, trying to look anywhere but at him. “What if they think you deserve better?"

Pau raised his eyebrows, surprised by her confession.

“Better?” he repeated, his thumb moving to her cheekbone. She nodded slowly, meeting his pretty eyes again.

“There’s no better for me, cariño. You’re the best for me,” he said softly, his thumb continuing its gentle motion against her cheek.

“We're here!” Irene cheered, turning back to look at the couple.

“You okay?” she asked y/n when she noticed her pale face.

y/n gave her a small smile and nodded before Pau got out of the car, offering her his hand.

She took it immediately, not letting go when she stepped out of the car.

“I’ll call you when we’re done,” Pau told his sister, who shook her head in response.

“No way. I’m going to see my boyfriend and spending the night at his. Let one of your friends drop you two off or something,” she shrugged. Before Pau had the chance to reply, she had already driven off.

Pau turned to his girlfriend, who was holding his hand tightly.

“They’re gonna love you. I promise,” he whispered, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. She gave him her best smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Pau smiled softly, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth, careful not to smudge her lipstick.

“Come on, princesa.”

The two of them stepped into the fancy restaurant. While Pau asked about their table, y/n looked around nervously, only to meet the eyes of the one and only Lamine Yamal.

She tightened her grip on Pau’s arm, trying to hide behind him. His eyes followed her gaze, and he smiled when he spotted his friends.

He began walking toward their table, y/n trailing behind him, careful not to let go of his hand.

“Pau, hermano, we’ve been waiting for like half an hour now,” Lamine teased, standing to hug him.

Pau chuckled and turned to y/n.

“Sorry, someone took their sweet time getting ready today.”

y/n’s cheeks flushed at his words, still not saying a word.

“I’m Lamine,” he introduced himself, extending his hand.

“y/n,” she replied in a low voice, shaking his hand hesitantly.

Hector, who was still seated, chuckled softly.

Her stomach dropped at the sound, suddenly feeling self-conscious, thinking he might be laughing at her.

“Trust me, we know who you are. Hector,” he said politely, standing to shake her hand.

She exhaled softly, feeling slightly more at ease.

The couple sat down as the three boys dove into their own conversation. y/n enjoyed the quiet, but mostly, she loved seeing Pau so enthusiastic around his friends. His hand rested gently on her thigh, giving it occasional squeezes to check on her.

“So, y/n...” Lamine started, drawing her attention in surprise.

She hadn’t expected them to talk to her, assuming she was just Pau’s quiet plus-one.

“I actually have no idea how to start a conversation with you. Your boyfriend has told us almost everything about you,” he teased, making Pau roll his eyes. The blush creeping up Pau’s neck gave him away.

“Oh, he has?” she asked, her earlier worry melting into a smile as she glanced at her boyfriend.

“Yep,” Hector joined in. “So... have your parents finally agreed to get your little sister a dog?”

y/n couldn’t help but laugh, turning to Pau as he buried his face in his hands.

After that, her nerves eased more and more. Hector and Lamine were incredibly kind and included her in their conversation as much as possible. She no longer felt judged like she feared.

When dinner ended, Pau excused himself to use the bathroom, leaving y/n with Hector and Lamine.

“As much as Pau talks about you, I didn’t imagine you’d be this amazing,” Lamine said, making her smile.

“You deserve to be with Pau, really. I’ve never seen him smile as wide as when he’s talking about you. It’s almost sickening,” Hector added, making her laugh.

“You guys are sweet. I was so nervous to meet you,” she confessed, earning chuckles from the two boys.

“Do we really look that mean?” Lamine joked.

“You? Not much. Hector, definitely,” she teased, making them both laugh again.

Pau watched them from afar, relieved to see his girlfriend finally at ease.

“Ready to go?” he asked as he returned to the table.

The three nodded, but then Pau remembered they didn’t have a ride.

“You’re dropping us off,” he said, pointing at Hector.

“I hate having a car,” Hector muttered, making the others laugh.

As they made their way to his car, Pau held his girlfriend close, kissing the top of her head.

“I hope you enjoyed your night, bebé,” he murmured into her hair.

She looked up at him with a smile, pulling his face down for a quick kiss.

“I did,” she whispered.

Their moment was interrupted by Lamine’s teasing voice.

“Ay, save the kissing for when you’re in the car!”

Pau rolled his eyes playfully as y/n giggled beside him.

“I love you,” he whispered in her ear, kissing the side of her head.

“I love you more, cariño.”

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I-N-L-O-V-E LIKE THE MOVIES — 017 : we failed (0.5k words)

In all honesty, Jaehyun loved his life at the moment. He was happy. Way happier than he was before. 

“And then what?” He asked intently as he waited for you to continue your story. You always had a smile on your face when you were near him. It was one of his favourite sights ever.

He hummed in response to everything you said, fighting back many smiles in the process. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t like you a lot. 

“Then, I unlocked my phone and saw a picture of her staring right at me. She really tried to make it seem like she didn’t take any too.” You said while laughing. 

The smile he tried to fight back many times broke through his weakened barrier, causing him to bashfully look down. There was no doubt about it, everything about you made him feel more flustered than ever. 

Though this wasn’t the first time he felt this way, it was for sure the most. 

“Jaehyun,” you called, nudging his arm to gain his attention. “Someone’s calling for you.” 

Jaehyun looked up in confusion. He already told his friends his plans for today, so who else could it be?

“Oh.” His voice came out as a mere whisper. It was breathless.

“Do you know her?” You asked, confused by his sudden shift in moods. In silence, Jaehyun nodded. His eyes were slightly widened at the sight before him—Jane.

He hated the fact that he knew who she was. He hated the past they had together. He hated everything about her. However, that was only how his mind felt. His heart felt other things, lingering feelings he pushed down.

Jane smiled at Jaehyun, a big grin. One that she always flashed him when they hung out together. 

“Hold on.” Jaehyun mumbled and walked towards the girl who stood at the front gates. You whispered an ‘okay’ in response and watched him leave. You couldn’t do anything else but ponder on who that girl could’ve been. 

Who was she to Jaehyun for him to react in such a way?

“Why are you here?” He asked, staring into Jane’s eyes. She had a scarf wrapped around her neck, adjusting it to cover her grin.

“Did you miss me? Look, I brought you this—” 

“Why are you here?” Jaehyun repeated, rudely interrupting her. She paused her hand movements in her side bag and looked over at Jaehyun. 

“You didn’t reply to my text,” she said with a soft laugh. “I wanted to say hi and see how you were doing. Is that a problem?” 

“Why can’t you leave me alone? It’s been 7 months since we last spoke.”

“Don’t know.” Jane said with a smile. In the past, such a thing would leave Jaehyun a flustered mess, however now, it left him aggravated.

“Let’s be honest, Jaehyun, you and I both know you can’t survive without me. Eventually, you’ll come back without me even needing to try.” 

“Don’t keep your hopes up. Please, from now on, leave me alone. I don’t see you that way anymore.” Jaehyun felt offended by her words. It wasn’t a lie, it was something he constantly did in the past. He hoped to leave it there and start anew with you, his current crush.

However, that would have to wait, especially since you weren’t standing in the same spot he told you to wait before he left.

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Sisters' Lustful Encounters

Soloist Chaeyeon with ITZY Chaeryeong x Male Reader

The saturday evening sun cast a glow over her cozy apartment. She settled into her favorite armchair, relishing the quiet solitude after a chaotic week. The soft jazz playing from her phone served as a soothing backdrop to her moment of self-care.

Just then, a sudden rustling sound emanated from the neighboring unit. Curiosity piqued, Chaeyeon peered out her window to observe the commotion. A muscular man, easily over six feet tall with chiseled features, was unloading boxes and furniture from a moving truck parked outside his new home.

His broad shoulders and strong arms strained as he carried heavy items up the stairs. Despite the physical exertion, a hint of a smile played on his lips, suggesting he found the task not entirely unpleasant. As Chaeyeon watched, captivated by the sight of this handsome stranger, she felt an unfamiliar flutter in her chest. Chaeyeon quickly pulled out her phone and snapped a few photos of their neighbor's impressive physique as he lugged yet another load of belongings into his apartment. She grinned mischievously, knowing her little sister would be thrilled to receive these snapshots.

"Hey Chae, come see who our new neighbor is!" Chaeyeon typed out a message and attached the photos before hitting send.

The response from Chaeryeong was immediate: "AHHH, IS THAT A HUNK?! I WANT TO MEET HIM!" followed by several sets of heart eyes and excited emojis. 😊

Chaeyeon chuckled to herself, happy to have shared the news with her sibling.

"Hello there, neighbor!" Chaeyeon called out with a smile.

The man turned and flashed a charming grin. "Morning! Sorry for the commotion. I'm just moving a few boxes in. I'm Y/N, the new guy next door."

Y/N's deep voice resonated warmly as he replied, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners from his genuine smile. Chaeyeon found herself drawn to those striking features, her pulse quickening ever so slightly.

"No worries at all, we're used to the occasional move-in day," Chaeyeon assured him, feeling a tad flustered under his attentive gaze. "I'm Chaeyeon, welcome to the building!"

As they exchanged pleasantries, Chaeyeon couldn't help but notice the way Y/N's dark hair fell across his forehead, framing his angular face. His broad chest and strong arms were on full display beneath his fitted t-shirt, making it difficult for her to focus on their conversation.

"I'll have you know, I'm quite the organized packer," Y/N boasted with a chuckle, gesturing to the neatly stacked boxes lining the hallway. "I like to keep things tidy."

"Oh, well, if you insist on being meticulous, I could lend a hand," Chaeyeon offered playfully, stepping out of her apartment to join Y/N in the hallway. Her bright orange sundress swished around her legs as she moved closer to him.

Y/N looked pleased by her offer. "That'd be great, actually. The heavier stuff is mostly done, but there are some lighter items left."

Together, they began carrying boxes into his newly furnished living room. Chaeyeon found herself enjoying their banter and the easy camaraderie that developed between them. As they worked, she couldn't help but notice how Y/N's biceps flexed with each lift, or how his eyes sparkled when he laughed at one of her jokes.

"Hey, would you like something to drink?" Y/N asked, wiping the sweat from his brow as they took a short break. "I've got beer if you're interested." "Beer sounds perfect, thanks!" Chaeyeon replied with a warm smile, accepting the cold bottle he handed her. She twisted off the cap and took a refreshing sip, savoring the crisp taste.

As they stood there in the quiet apartment, the only sounds being the occasional clink of glass and their own soft chatter, Chaeyeon felt an undeniable pull towards Y/N. His effortless charm and rugged good looks had captured her attention, leaving her slightly breathless.

"So, what brings you to this part of town?" Chaeyeon asked, curious about her handsome neighbor's background. "Are you new to the city or just transferring jobs?"

Y/N leaned against the kitchen counter, his tall frame dwarfing the space. "Moved here for work actually. Just started at a tech firm downtown. Exciting but also a bit overwhelming – new city, new job, new place to call home all at once." He let out a low chuckle. "What about you?"

"Same here, kind of," Chaeyeon replied with a wry smile. "I'm actually transferring to a different branch within my company. It's a big change, but I'm looking forward to the new challenges and opportunities."

She took another sip of her beer, feeling the cool liquid slide down her throat. The atmosphere in Y/N's apartment was cozy and intimate, despite the boxes and half-unpacked items scattered about. Chaeyeon found herself growing more comfortable in his presence, her initial shY/Ness melting away.

"I always like meeting someone who understands the ups and downs of career changes," Y/N said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled at her. "It can be tough adjusting to a new routine and environment."

"I know exactly what you mean," Chaeyeon agreed, setting her empty beer bottle on the counter. "But it's exciting to start fresh, isn't it?

Just then, Chaeyeon's phone buzzed with an incoming message from her sister. "Hey sis! I'm at your doorstep!" It was Chaeryeong, having arrived earlier than expected.

Chaeyeon glanced over at Y/N, realizing they'd been chatting for quite some time. "Oh, sorry Y/N, but my sister just showed up. I should probably get going so we don't keep her waiting."

Y/N nodded understandingly, his expression turning apologetic. "Of course, no need to rush on my account. It was great meeting you, Chaeyeon."

"Likewise, nice meeting you too," Chaeyeon said with a friendly smile. She gathered her belongings and, with a nod, set off towards the door. "See you around, neighbor. And maybe we can grab that drink together soon?"

Y/N grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Sounds like a plan. Take care, Chaeyeon."

Inviting Y/N to join them for dinner is a thoughtful gesture that allows her to spend more time with him in a relaxed setting, potentially deepening their connection.

After saying goodbye to Y/N, Chaeyeon returned to her apartment and found her sister pacing impatiently in the living room, clutching her purse. "Hey, sorry I kept you waiting! Our new neighbor moved in today, and I got caught up chatting with him."

Chaeryeong's eyes widened as she took in the details. "Ooh, tell me everything! What's he like?"

Chaeyeon filled her in on the encounter, recounting Y/N's charming smile, impressive physique, and their easy banter. As she spoke, an idea began to form. "Actually, why don't we invite him over for dinner tonight? We could make it casual, just the three of us. That way, we can all get to know each other better in a comfortable setting."

As the evening progressed, Chaeyeon and Chaeryeong busied themselves in the kitchen, preparing a simple yet flavorful meal of stir-fried vegetables, rice, and grilled chicken. The aromas wafting from the pots and pans mingled with the hum of lively conversation, creating a cozy atmosphere.

Just as they were setting the table, there was a knock at the door. Chaeyeon smiled, recognizing Y/N's voice as he called out, "Pizza party, right?"

"Come on in!" Chaeyeon replied, opening the door to let him in. She couldn't help but notice how his hair was slightly mussed and his shirt appeared rumpled, giving him a delightfully disheveled look.

Y/N entered with a large pizza box in hand, followed by a six-pack of beer. "I hope you ladies don't mind, but I figured we could use some extra snacks and beverages. Plus, I wanted to contribute something,"

As the night wore on, the trio settled into a comfortable routine. They sat around the dining table, taking turns selecting slices of pizza and sipping on beers. Laughter and chatter flowed freely, the initial tension melting away as they grew more at ease with one another.

Chaeyeon found herself drawn to Y/N's easygoing nature and quick wit, while Chaeryeong seemed fascinated by his stories about his new job and the city's vibrant tech scene. Meanwhile, Y/N clearly enjoyed the sisters' banter and lively personalities, often interjecting with humorous remarks or insightful observations.

As the evening progressed and the drinks continued to flow, the conversation turned more intimate. Chaeyeon, feeling emboldened by the alcohol, began to share more personal details about her life and career aspirations. In turn, Y/N opened up about his own struggles and triumphs, creating a sense of mutual understanding and respect between them.

With the atmosphere growing increasingly relaxed and playful, Chaeryeong suddenly piped up, "Hey, let's play a dare game! We can take turns coming up with fun challenges for each other."

Chaeyeon raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the idea. "Sounds like a blast, sis. But what if things get too wild?"

"Don't worry, we can set boundaries," Chaeryeong reassured her, turning to Y/N with a mischievous grin. "You in, neighbor boy?"

Y/N chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Absolutely. I've got a feeling this is going to be entertaining." He leaned back in his chair, a hint of anticipation in his voice.

And so, the dare game commenced, each participant eagerly awaiting their turn to propose a challenge or face the consequences of accepting one. The air was electric with excitement, as they embarked on this impromptu adventure together, their inhibitions gradually dissolving with each passing moment.

As the dare game reached its peak, with laughter and shouts of delight filling the room, Chaeyeon found herself facing the final challenge. With a deep breath, she accepted, trusting that her sisters would keep their word regarding the nature of the task.

"Okay, here it goes," Chaeryeon announced, her voice filled with mock seriousness. "Y/N, Chaeyeon wants you to… strip down to your underwear and strike a pose for us."

The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on Y/N as he considered the demand. After a moment of contemplation, a sly smile spread across his face. "Alright then, just for you ladies," he said, standing up and beginning to remove his clothes with deliberate slowness.

Chaeyeon watched, her heart pounding in her chest, as Y/N's shirt came off first, revealing the chiseled contours of his torso.

As Chaeyeon gazed upon Y/N's half-naked form, she felt an involuntary flutter in her chest. His exposed skin seemed to glow in the dim light of the apartment, radiating warmth and a sense of possibility. The sisters, too, were transfixed by the scene unfolding before them, their initial shock giving way to open admiration.

With his pants now unbuckled, Y/N slowly drew them down, revealing the grand finale: a pair of boxers boasting a colorful cartoon character on the front. Chaeyeon giggled at the sight, feeling a growing connection to this playful, unassuming person before her.

"My Turn" giggled Y/N

"Go ahead!" Chaeyeon asked, curiosity piqued.

"I dare you to kiss your sister," Y/N said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "And I don't mean just a peck on the cheek."

Chaeyeon's cheeks flushed at the suggestion, but she knew better than to back down from a dare. "Alright, let's do it," she agreed, turning to her sister with a smile.

The two sisters leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender yet unexpected moment of affection.

As Chaeyeon and Chaeryeong exchanged a heartfelt kiss, Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. He watched the scene unfold, marveling at the closeness between the sisters and the subtle shift in the atmosphere that had occurred since they began playing the dare game.

Feeling bold, Y/N cleared his throat softly. "You know, that was really sweet," he said, his voice gentle and sincere. "I think we should all try that sometime."

The sisters pulled apart, surprised by Y/N's words. Chaeryeong's eyes widened with curiosity, while Chaeyeon felt a flutter in her stomach, wondering what implications these statements might hold.

Y/N shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the weighty moment they had just shared. "No big deal, right? Just thought I'd say it." He grabbed another beer, popping it open as he settled back into his chair, a new warmth radiating from his presence.

As the evening wore on, Chaeyeon and Chaeryeong found themselves lost in each other's eyes once more. But this time, the air was charged with an unmistakable tension, a promise of something more to come.

Without a word, Chaeyeon reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her sister's face. The gesture sparked a fire that neither could contain. Their lips met again, but this time, the kiss deepened, growing more passionate with each passing second.

Chaeryeong broke away, gasping for air, her eyes burning with desire. She turned to Y/N, her voice barely above a whisper. "Join us?"

Y/N didn't hesitate. In one swift movement, he closed the distance between them, his lips claiming Chaeryeong's in a fierce kiss that left them both breathless.

The sisters were transfixed by the scene unfolding before them, their hearts racing with anticipation. Y/N had never felt so alive or content in his life, his kiss sending shivers down Chaeyeon's spine and Chaeryeong's mouth watering with hunger. They watched in rapture, their tongues flicking, enjoying every moment together.

As the two sisters parted, their eyes locked. Again, the intensity of the moment was palpable, the pair feeling the warmth of it even after sharing their most private moments.

Time seemed to stand still as the trio remained entwined, their bodies glistening with sweat from the exertion of passion. The air around them pulsed with heat, the scent of arousal mingling with the musky aroma of skin and clothing. In this intimate setting, nothing else mattered except the three of them and the unspoken understanding that had blossomed between them.

Chaeyeon pulled back slightly, her chest heaving, and reached up to wipe a strand of sweat-dampened hair from Y/N's forehead. "You're amazing," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

Y/N returned her smile, his own breath coming in ragged gasps. "And you two are incredible," he said, his hands roaming over the curves of Chaeyeon's body. "I never knew it could feel this good."

With a collective sigh of contentment, Chaeyeon and Chaeryeong began to push Y/N toward the bed, their movements slow and deliberate. The air was thick with anticipation as they guided him toward the mattress, their eyes locked on his, waiting for the moment when they would all come together once more.

The bed loomed before them, its surface inviting, promising a night of passion and exploration. As Y/N lay down, the sisters settled beside him, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. And so, in this state of perfect union, they drifted off into the unknown, their love and laughter echoing through the silence.

With the trio ensconced in the sheets, the atmosphere in the room became charged with a sense of urgency. The sisters moved with a newfound intensity, each wanting to explore every inch of Y/N's body and experience the depth of their emotions.

Chaeyeon leaned over, her lips brushing against Y/N's in a tender yet passionate kiss. Meanwhile, her sister, Chaeryeong, moved lower, her mouth closing around Y/N's nipple. She began to gently suckle, drawing soft moans from him as she worked her way closer.

The room was filled with the sound of their labored breathing and the occasional gasp as they sought to maximize their pleasure. Each action was met with a response, the connections between them strengthening with every moment.

They were no longer three individuals, but a single unit, united by their passion and the love that had grown between them.

As the trio continued to explore each other's bodies, the boundaries they had set earlier began to blur. The sisters, feeling emboldened by their shared passion, took the lead, their actions becoming more daring with each passing moment.

Chaeryeong, feeling a surge of courage, slowly began to strip away Y/N's remaining clothing, her movements deliberate and teasing. With each piece of clothing removed, the tension in the room grew, the anticipation of what was to come heightening for all involved.

Once he was completely bare, Y/N lay before them, his breath quickening as he watched the sisters move closer, their eyes locked on his. Then, as if in unison, they approached him, their desire evident in their expressions.

Chaeyeon knelt beside him, her lips curling into a sultry smile, while her sister positioned herself above him, her breasts now close to his face.

Chaeryeong knelt down and took Y/N's member into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before she began to bob her head up and down. She took him deep, her throat constricting around his length as she worked him closer to the edge of ecstasy.

At the same time, Chaeyeon guided Y/N's hand to her breast, encouraging him to squeeze and caress her soft flesh. Her nipple hardened under his touch, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

The room filled with the sounds of their moans and gasps, a symphony of passion that seemed to echo off the walls. The air was heavy with the scent of arousal, a musky aroma that permeated every corner.

As they moved together, their bodies intertwined in a dance of lust and longing, the trio lost themselves in the moment, each seeking to bring their partners closer to the peak of pleasure.

With the trio fully disrobed, they found themselves entwined in a tangle of arms and legs, each one trembling from the intensity of their passion. The air around them crackled with energy, the atmosphere charged with a sense of inevitability.

Each of them felt a deep connection, a bond forged through their shared moments of intimacy and the emotions that had been laid bare. They no longer saw three separate individuals; instead, they saw a united front, each one an integral part of this passionate encounter.

As they moved together, their movements became more urgent, each seeking to take their partner deeper, to explore every inch of their bodies and to prolong the moment of connection for as long as possible.

The sisters, feeling a renewed sense of closeness, reached out to each other, their hands intertwining as they continued to explore Y/N's body and he returned the favor, his touch gentle yet insistent.

Chaeryeong leaned forward, her hair falling onto Y/N's chest as she whispered something in his ear. He smiled slightly at her suggestion, before moving down to kiss her neck, sending shivers coursing through her body.

Meanwhile, Chaeyeon, meanwhile, took advantage of the opportunity, guiding Y/N's hand to her breasts once more, coaxing him into a gentle caress. As he did so, she slid her tongue lower, exploring the contours of his back, searching for a place to give in, to release all the pent-up tension that had been building between them.

Their lips met again, and with it, a new wave of desire crashed over them. Y/N pulled them close, the three of them losing themselves in a dance of kisses, hands, and bodies. The connection growing stronger with every passing second, until it seemed like the very walls were about to cave under the weight of their passion.

Chaeryeong looked up at her sister, their eyes locking as they lay side by side. Then, slowly, purposefully, she began to move down, her mouth trailing over the soft skin of Chaeyeon's stomach and hips, eventually reaching the apex of her thighs.

Chaeyeon gasped as she felt her sister's lips brush against her most intimate area, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her body. She responded by mirroring her actions, her head drifting downwards until she found herself face-to-face with Chaeryeong's glistening folds.

As the sisters lost themselves in this intimate act, Y/N watched, enraptured, feeling his own arousal grow with each passing second. Unable to resist any longer, he moved behind Chaeyeon, his hands gripping her hips gently but firmly.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he entered her, feeling her tight warmth envelop him completely.

As Y/N thrust deeper into Chaeyeon, the trio reached a new level of intimacy. Chaeryeong's mouth explored every inch of Chaeyeon's folds, her tongue probing and teasing, while Chaeyeon returned the favor, her lips and tongue lavishing attention on her sister's most sensitive areas.

Y/N, unable to hold back any longer, gripped Chaeyeon's hips tighter, driving himself even deeper inside her. Each thrust was accompanied by a low, guttural groan, a testament to the intensity of his desire.

The room echoed with the sounds of their passion - the soft moans and gasps that filled the air, the creaking of the bed beneath them, and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin as Y/N increased the pace of his movements.

Chaeryeong pulled away from her sister, her eyes burning with desire as she looked up at Y/N. Without a word, she turned onto her hands and knees, presenting her most intimate area to him.

Y/N didn't hesitate, moving forward to claim her. His entry was smooth, almost gentle, as he slid into her waiting warmth. The room fell silent for a moment, the only sound the soft moans of pleasure as they began to move together.

Chaeyeon lay beside them, watching with an intensity that bordered on awe. She felt a surge of jealousy, a pang of longing for the connection she saw between her sister and Y/N.

But as she watched them, she knew that this was not a rivalry, but a shared experience, one that would bring them closer together in the end. And so, with a newfound sense of understanding, she reached out, taking Y/N's hand in hers, drawing him closer, pulling him into their world once more.

As Y/N moved deeper into Chaeryeong, he felt a sudden urge to explore further. He withdrew from her slightly, then plunged his fingers deep into Chaeyeon's folds, searching for the source of her sweet scent.

Chaeyeon's eyes fluttered closed as she felt Y/N's touch, her breath quickening as he worked his way deeper. Her body responded instinctively, her hips moving in time with his fingers, seeking to draw him in further.

The sisters' bodies seemed to become one, their breathing harmonized, their hearts beating as one. They were no longer two individuals, but a single entity, united by their love and desire for each other.

And Y/N, feeling the connection grow stronger, knew that he had found something special here. A bond that transcended mere physical attraction, a bond that would last long after this night had passed.

As the sisters lay side by side, they lost themselves in each other's company. Their breasts jiggled against each other, their movements sensual and inviting. It was an intimate moment, a bond that couldn't be denied.

Y/N began to move, his hand slipping between their legs, feeling the coolness of the fabric and the warmth of their sweat. The scent of their sex filled the air as he worked his way deeper still, the sweetness of their passion becoming tangible.

They were inseparable now, their bodies meshing together in a symphony of pleasure, the energy flowing effortlessly between them. Y/N reached down, gently caressing Chaeyeon's breasts, while she pressed herself into his groin, her body arching against his.

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and pants, the sweat dripping from their bodies as they moved in perfect harmony. Y/N's fingers danced across their skin, exploring every inch, leaving trails of pleasure in their wake.

Chaeryeong looked up at Y/N, her eyes pleading, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, make me cum," she begged, her hips bucking against his hand as she sought to take him deeper.

At the same time, Chaeyeon whispered her own plea into Y/N's ear, her breath hot against his skin. "Don't stop," she urged, her fingers digging into his back as she pulled him closer, wanting more of his touch.

Y/N smiled, feeling a surge of power and desire. He leaned down to kiss each of them in turn, savoring their taste, their scent, their very essence.

The room erupted into chaos as the trio reached the peak of their passion. Chaeryeong's body arched upwards, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt the force of her orgasm. Her sister followed suit, her body trembling with each contraction as they rode the waves of pleasure.

As they slowly descended from their highs, Y/N felt the intensity of their desire begin to wane. But he didn't hesitate, pulling both sisters close as they sought to recapture the magic of their shared moment.

With a single, sY/Nchronized motion, they lowered their heads, their lips meeting on Y/N's dick as they began to give him a joint blowjob. The air was heavy with the sound of their moans, the rhythm of their sucking and slurping echoing through the room.

Y/N's eyes fluttered closed as he felt the pressure build once more, his body responding to the dual assault on his senses.

The room seemed to come alive around them as they moved together, a vortex of sensations swirling in every direction. Y/N's hands grasped at their hair, holding them close as he thrust upwards into their mouths.

Chaeryeong and Chaeyeon worked in perfect sY/Nc, their lips and tongues dancing across his skin, drawing out each last drop of pleasure from him. The air was thick with their combined moans, a low rumble that grew louder with each passing second.

And then, in an instant, it was over. Y/N's body tensed, his release shooting forth like a river bursting its banks. He erupted onto their breasts, painting them with streams of hot, white liquid.

The sisters pulled back, their eyes shining with satisfaction as they gazed down at the proof of their shared pleasure.

Without a word, the sisters turned to each other, their eyes locked on the sticky mess covering Chaeyeon's breasts. Chaeryeong leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick a trail of cum from the swell of her sister's left tit.

Chaeyeon smiled, reaching up to guide her sister's head, encouraging her to taste more of their combined essence. As Chaeryeong obliged, lapping at the creamy substance coating her skin, Chaeyeon mirrored her actions, collecting some of the remaining cum on her fingers and bringing it to her own mouth for a taste.

The flavor was intense, a mix of their individual tastes and the musky undertones of Y/N's arousal. They savored it, exchanging knowing glances as they basked in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

As the sisters finished cleaning each other off, they felt a renewed surge of energy flowing through them. It was almost as if their bodies were begging for more, craving the touch and heat that only Y/N could provide.

Chaeryeong looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. She reached out, taking his hand in hers, guiding it back towards her most intimate area. "Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need, "give me more."

Chaeyeon, sensing her sister's hunger, moved to kneel behind Chaeryeong, her hands roaming over her hips and thighs. She pressed close, her body molding against Chaeryeong's back, offering silent support and encouragement.

Y/N didn't hesitate. He positioned himself behind Chaeryeong, his hardness pressing against her entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he entered her, feeling the tightness of her ass envelop him completely.

The room filled with the sound of their moans, a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the walls. Chaeryeong leaned forward, supporting herself on her hands as Y/N began to move, his hips slapping against hers with each deep, driving thrust.

Chaeyeon watched from behind, her own arousal building as she witnessed the intensity of their coupling. Her hands moved lower, finding Chaeryeong's clit, rubbing in time with Y/N's movements.

Chaeryeong cried out, her head falling back in ecstasy as she felt the dual assault on her senses. The pressure inside her was building, threatening to overwhelm her at any moment.

And then, without warning, it happened. Their bodies tensed in unison, a wave of release crashing over them all. Chaeryeong's walls clenched around Y/N, drawing out every last drop of his seed as she rode out her orgasm.

As Chaeryeong's body trembled in the aftermath of her climax, Y/N turned his attention to Chaeyeon. She met his gaze with an unspoken invitation, her eyes pleading for him to claim her. He responded by pulling her up onto the bed, positioning her on all fours before him. With a single smooth movement, he guided himself into her, filling her completely.

The connection between them was instant and intense, their bodies moving together like two halves of a whole. Chaeyeon arched her back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt the fullness of him inside her. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through her, making her muscles tense and relax in perfect rhythm with his movements.

Chaeryeong watched with growing excitement as Chaeyeon surrendered to the pleasure of Y/N's touch. Her own body still hummed with the aftershocks of her previous orgasm, but seeing her sister so lost in ecstasy reignited her own desires.

"Fuck her," Chaeryeong urged, her voice low and husky with need. "Fuck her like the dirty little slut she is." She reached out, her fingers finding Chaeyeon's clit once more, rubbing in tight circles as she urged Y/N on.

Y/N's pace quickened at Chaeryeong's words, his hips slamming against Chaeyeon's ass with renewed vigor. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by Chaeyeon's cries of pleasure.

Chaeyeon's head fell forward, her face buried in the bed as Y/N continued to drive into her, his cock pounding against her walls with every stroke. Her body was a canvas of sensation, each touch and thrust a brushstroke on the fabric of her desire.

As the intensity of their coupling built, Chaeyeon's moans grew louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she begged for release. "Oh, please," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their passion. "Please, make me cum again."

Y/N didn't hesitate, his hands reaching around to claim Chaeyeon's breasts, pulling her upright as he surged deeper still. The pressure inside her began to build, threatening to overwhelm her at any moment…

Chaeyeong's request sent a surge of energy through Y/N, spurring him to increase his pace. His movements became more desperate, driven by the sounds of Chaeyeon's pleasure and the knowledge that they were both on the brink of something incredible.

With one final, forceful thrust, Y/N brought them both to the peak of their passion. The walls of Chaeyeon's body clamped down around him, milking every last drop of his release from him.

The trio collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent but sated. Y/N's arms wrapped around both sisters, pulling them close as they basked in the aftermath of their shared experience.

As they lay there, tangled together in a post-coital haze, Chaeryeong felt a renewed sense of energy begin to flow through her veins. She looked up at Y/N, her eyes shining with mischief and desire.

"Are you ready for another round?" she asked, her voice low and inviting. "I know I am." She shifted her position, straddling Y/N's hips as she leaned down to capture his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

And so it went, throughout the night, their bodies entwining in various positions and configurations. At times they moved as one, a single organism driven by the force of their shared passion; other times they took turns, each sister claiming YN in their own unique way. Through it all, they remained connected, their hearts beating as one even as they explored the limits of physical pleasure.

As the first light of dawn began to creep through the windows, the trio finally collapsed into an exhausted heap, their bodies spent but their spirits renewed. They knew that this was only the beginning, that their journey together had only just begun.

[cosmicanemoia]

Got to Believe in Magic

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

This has been collecting dust in my notebook for quite some time now. It is supposed to have two more chapters, but I couldn't get to it. Anyway, I just want to share this here so...

After the said interview, Melissa realizes that you are exactly what she’s looking for… in a tenant.

You find it hard to sleep every night. You have tried everything… literally everything; even the pills (after some time) didn’t help much.

And every morning, you find it hard to get up and start your day. Instead of feeling rested, you just feel more tired than ever.

Your girlfriend had just broken up with you, kicking you out of your shared apartment. You don’t mind staying at some fancy hotel (you are actually loving it), but your bank account really does. You realize that you need to find an affordable place to live or else you’ll be bankrupt (given your teacher’s salary).

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Melissa had just kicked Jacob out of her home. No matter how she enjoys finding a new best friend in him; she doesn’t like the number of boys Jacob brings into her house.

But of course not after he found a new place ‘to whore’ himself out. Melissa blatantly told him and in turn he could only nod in understanding.

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Jacob (your fellow 8th grade teacher) told you the whole story of how he got kicked out of his friend’s house, without unnecessary and unrelated details that you could only wish to escape.

After half an hour, he suddenly widens his eyes and grins at you. You just look at him dumbfoundedly and urge him to continue, “what?”

“I just had the most brilliant idea.” he declares, and you just raise your brows as a response. “Aren’t you looking for a place? I’ll recommend you to Melissa.” he beams, and you just simply reply, “Yeah, sure… whatever.”

Jacob rushes over to the break room on the ground floor to find Melissa and tell her the good news. “I just found you the perfect tenant. You’re going to love her. Would you like to interview her?”

“I doubt there is such a thing as perfect, but sure, kid. I need the extra income anyway.” Melissa replied to him.

Jacob then rushes to the break room upstairs from where you are eating. He sees you and grabs you by your shoulder and drags you to where Melissa is. “Woah! What are you doing? I’m still eating.” You asked, and he simply replies, “Melissa agreed to interview you… and you’re almost done. Let’s go.” You scoff and chuckle at him “I didn’t know it would be right now.”

–

That is how you find yourself now having an “interview” ‘more like interrogation’ you thought to yourself in the break room with ‘Ms. Schemmenti’. You recall her telling you not to call her by her first name ‘cause you don’t know each other very well.

After the said interview, Melissa realizes that you are exactly what she’s looking for… in a tenant.

She finds out that you’re quiet and keeps to yourself, not nosy, but not a push-over, and many more qualities she admires and likes… in a tenant.

Melissa turns to Jacob to ask, “where did you find her? Is she a newbie?”

Barbara can’t help but scoff and reply, “she’s not a newbie; she has been here longer than Jacob and Janine.”

Melissa turns to her friend in shock… “you know her?”

Gregory can’t help but chide in, “We all know her. I thought you knew her too– and that’s why you agreed to do the interview.”

Barbara added, “very resourceful woman. She once fixed the leak in our sink when Gerald and I invited her over.”

Melissa, who was dumbfounded, can't help but declare, “how come I’m only hearing about her now?”

Ava barges in before anyone could answer her question. “What are y’all talkin’ about?” She asks as she pours almost all of the sugar available into her coffee.

Jacob answers, “we’re talking about Y/N.”

Ava ooh’ed at the revelation and declares “she sleeps with one of y’all. I see.”

The small group simultaneously says, “WHAT?!” turning their heads in the principal’s direction. Ava shimmies her shoulder in response… she grins and claims “that girl is a beast.” and makes her exit.

Everyone turns to look at each other with confusion written on their faces.

Barbara speaks out, “I don’t know who she’s talking about. She must be mistaken because that woman is nothing but an angel sent from above.”

Melissa scoffs and snides, “yeah, right.”

All their heads turn to Jacob. Melissa asks, “you know something? you guys are close, right?” He replies, “I don’t know. I mostly do the talking; she’s quiet and keeps to herself… Maybe Ava is mistaken.” Barbara adds with her brows raised, “she surely must be.”

The bell rings, signalling that break time is over.

–

“Can I help you with your things?” Melissa offers, but you refuse, “no, thank you. I have it covered.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, and you reply, “I’m sure. Thanks for the offer.”

After a few moments…

“Done already?” Melissa stands at your door frame.

“Yeah. I don’t have a lot of things, so there isn't much to unpack.” You shrug.

“Well, I’ll leave you be. I hope you won’t be a pain in the ass type of tenant.” She jokes, and you humour her, “I’ll try, boss. I’ll try.”

“See you around.” Melissa turns and walks away, and you say, as she leaves, “you too, Ms. Schemmenti.”

You slump in your bed and start trying to sleep, but you can’t help but think… and you don’t know how, but somehow your thoughts have drifted to the woman of the house.

–

You see Melissa Schemmenti at school. You have heard a lot of things about her from Jacob. You sometimes pass each other in the hallways. You’d be lying if you say you weren’t attracted to her… she is a very attractive woman. That attraction never developed into anything more, and you thought that never in a million years would she go for you, let alone notice you. So, you push that feeling out and never think about it again. You smile to yourself. You can’t believe that you are now living under the roof of your former crush. You fell asleep thinking about her.

–

It had been three days since you moved in in Melissa’s spare room. She realizes that you are indeed quiet and that you really keep to yourself. She had just finished cooking, and she thought, ‘what’s the harm?’. She lays another plate and goes to your room. When she got there, she knocked… no answer. She knocks once again and calls out your name, and still no answer. ‘She must be asleep,’ Melissa thought to herself. She knocks more aggressively and calls for you a little louder, but no answer still.

Just when Melissa’s about to try again one last time, she hears the front door open and shut. ‘She wasn’t asleep, she was out,’ she thought to herself. She’s been doing that a lot lately, thinking to herself ever since she met you for the interview, and the contradicting comments she got about you from her best friend and the principal gnaws at her.

“Hey, hun. I was knocking at your door just now, and there’s no one answering.” Melissa greeted you.

“Uh, yeah… I was– um, out.” You scratch the back of your neck and nod in her direction.

You just stood there, staring at each other, and gave her an awkward smile. There is silence, but you wouldn’t describe it as uncomfortable.

“So, what can I help you with?” You break the silence as you walk past her.

“What makes you think I need your help?” Melissa sneered.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, but you weren’t fazed, “uh- I just… you said you were knocking at my door earlier, right?”

“Oh! that,” she chuckles, “I was going to ask if you’ve eaten and if you’d like to join me for dinner.”

“Oh.” You stare at her, and she tilts her head to the side, waiting for you to say something more.

“I would love to. Really, I do. I’ve been waiting to taste you –r cooking, but unfortunately I have already eaten.” You declare, and Melissa depletes a little at that new information, but nobody notices.

You walk towards her and grab her wrist softly yet firmly. You look her in her eyes and say, “maybe next time.”

Melissa beams, and she bears what you just said in her mind. ‘maybe next time.’ she mentally notes to put more effort into it, for when that next time comes.

The redhead doesn’t know anything about you, but she sure does have a good night after that interaction with you. She even forgot her peaking curiosity earlier about where you have been.

–

Ava barges in the break room with a devilish grin plastered on her face, “your girl’s been busy last night, Jacob.”

Everyone turns their head towards the principal. Jacob asked, “what? What girl?”

Ava replied, “Y/N, who else? ” side-eyeing Janine.

Jacob urges her to go on, “what about her?”

The principal rolls her eyes, “I thought you two are best friends? Anyway, a friend of mine sent this to me… ” She shows everyone something on her phone.

Barbara shakes her head, not believing what she just saw. Melissa’s eyes widened at the sight. Gregory and Janine chuckled, and Jacob cheered, “yes, get it, girl!”

Mr. Johnson chides in, “y’all are amused by that? Try going out with her. There’s this one time that I went with her, I thought she abandoned me, but then she introduced me to this hot couple who asked me if I wanted to have a thr–”

The door to the break room suddenly opens before the custodian can finish his sentence, and you walk in. “Hey, Hill, I thought you’d join me for lunch… You know how waiting makes me feel.”

You let your eyes wander and soon realize that they’re all staring at you. “You all looked like you’ve just seen a ghost,” you quipped, “I’m sorry for barging in like that– I should have knocked.”

The room is still silent and awkward. Mr. Johnson decides to break it, “Hey, Y/L/N, are we still on this friday?”

“Of course, Mr. J,” you simply replied. You then look at Jacob and raise your brow at him, “well, are you joining me or not? you know I can’t go hungry.”

“Girl, we know,” Ava quickly affirms, then walks out of the room.

With that, Melissa’s curiosity about you just grows and grows.

Saturday afternoon, you were making yourself a snack. You didn’t notice Melissa in her living room, but she for sure did notice you, with your hair tied up in a messy bun, oversized shirt with no bra (she guessed), and very short shorts. You turn around, and you see your landlord staring at you, making you almost drop your food.

“God, Mel– I mean, Ms. Schemmenti, you startled me,” you remark.

Melissa is pulled out of her thoughts when you speak. “I guess you can call me ‘Mel’ now that you’re living under my roof.”

You smile at her in response, and the redhead’s stomach flutters… so, she thought she must be hungry. “Okay, have a nice day, Mel,” you uttered.

“Wait, stop,” she commands, and that makes you halt. You slowly turn to face her and stride towards her, then you inquire, “yeah– what is it?”

She watches as you chew on your food and how you stuff it still even though it seems full. She lightly chuckles and mutters, “you’re so goofy.”

“Huh?” You respond, and she quickly retorts, her voice now loud and clear, “I said I make a mean lasagna.”

You nod, “I’m sure you do. I heard so much about your cooking from Jacob.”

The voluptuous woman declares, “I’m making them for tonight.”

“Good to know.” You smile and nod at her, starting to turn and walk away, but Mel adds, “you can watch and learn if you want, then have a bite or two when I’m done.”

“Really?” You ask, and she just shrugs, “sure.”

“Cool. I’ll be in my room, just call me before you start. I don’t want to miss out on any process.” you said and walked back to your room.

‘What the hell just happened?’ Mel thought to herself.

The truth is she wasn’t planning on doing anything for dinner tonight. She said to herself that she’ll just order some fast food. She checked her fridge and cupboard and found that all the ingredients she needed were there. She sighs ‘I guess I have to call her now.’

You’d offer to help but decide against it, not wanting to hold her back. So, you just sat there watching the woman of the house in her element. A smile starts to spread on your face, and you mutter, “you’re beautiful.”

“Wipe that grin off your face or I’ll wipe it off for you,” she blushed.

After a few moments, she puts the casserole in the oven and says, “now, we just have to wait for a few more moments.” She clasped her hands together and stood there proudly.

“Just in time for dinner.” you declare.

You moan, “oh god– mmm,” with your eyes closed, and the chef’s face flushed at the sight.

“Mel, wow! This is so good!” You complimented after your first few bites.

Melissa is proud of herself, very evident by the shit-eating grin plastered on her face.

“Did you know that lasagna is one of my least liked foods?” you commented.

“I didn’t know that. You sure seem to be loving it now.” Melissa remarked.

“I am. Yours is the only lasagna I’ll ever eat.” you replied.

“No. Let me wash the dishes. You’ve already done so much today. Making that heavenly food takes a lot of effort. It’s only fair that I do this, so let me.” You argued after you cleaned the table.

You somehow sense that she’s going to fight you. So, you grab her hand and drag her to the living room. You tell her to sit down, and she quickly follows. You open the T.V. and give her the remote. You tell her to wait for a minute, and then you quickly disappear into the kitchen, but you come back as soon as you disappear, now with a bottle of wine (that she had been drinking earlier while she made the lasagna). You pour her a glass, grab her hand, and say, “relax and rest. I promise not to break anything.”

After washing the dishes, you see Melissa sleeping on the couch. You assume she wouldn’t want to wake up on a sofa (because you wouldn’t want it for yourself), so you lightly nudge her shoulder. ‘She looks so serene,’ you thought.

The sleeping beauty slowly opens her eyes and hums. “Let’s get you to bed,” and you help her get in her room.

“Thanks for the marvellous dinner, Mel,” you thank her before you retire to your room.

Morning comes, and Melissa wakes up and sees a cup of water and ibuprofen as she sits up. She smiles to herself and takes a sip from the cup. She didn’t take the ibuprofen because she didn’t have a headache. She just feels warm and fuzzy, ‘it’s a friggin miracle. I didn’t have a headache.’

–

Monday came. The teachers gather at the break room. Ava once again barges in. She types something on her phone. The small group receives a text, and their phones pinged simultaneously.

Mr. Johnson played the video on his phone with his speaker on full volume. It was loud, there was music, and people were cheering.

Melissa opens the message. It was a video of you getting a lap dance from a random girl. She sees red and she doesn’t know why, so she closes her phone with a huff and frowns, but no one notices that.

“When was this?” Barb asked.

“That was saturday.” Ava replied.

“What?!” Melissa questions, “are you sure this is her? ‘cause I was with her saturday.”

“Until midnight?” Ava inquired in return.

Melissa shakes her head no.

“That’s what I thought.” Ava deadpans.

–

You see Melissa in the hallway, so you try to greet her, “hey, Mel.”

Melissa just rolls her eyes at you and huffs as she passes you by.

‘Did she just roll her eyes at me?’ You scoffed.

Later that night, you decided to knock at Melissa’s door to ask and talk to her.

You ask her if you have done something wrong. She says that she’s just pissed off earlier. About what, she wouldn’t tell.

–

Jacob, Janine, and Gregory went out clubbing, and they somehow convinced the two veterans to tag along.

You are at the same club.

Ava is there too, and even Mr. Johnson.

Melissa was the first to notice you, but she didn’t say anything to the others.

Until Barb asked if it was you across the room, and they all agreed that it was you.

You were sitting on a stool, alone, so Melissa decides to approach you, but before she could get to you, another woman hugs you from behind and then sits beside you.

You see Melissa from the corner of your eyes, so you excuse yourself from your best friend to go and talk to her.

Melissa ignored you and went to the bathroom. You followed her, and when you got in, she quickly shut the door and lunged at you and kissed you desperately. She realizes that you aren’t moving, so she stops and pulls away, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I know your girlfriend’s just outside…” she whispered ever so softly.

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. She was about to walk out, but you grabbed her and pulled her towards you, and kissed her just as desperately.

When you both pulled away for a much needed air, you both sighed contentedly.

“What about your girlfriend outside?” She asked.

“I wasn’t aware I have a girlfriend,” you answered, “but if you mean the woman outside, she’s just my best friend. Do I smell jealousy?”

“I am not jealous.” She scoffed.

“I never said you are… though you looked a little green earlier.” You remarked.

“Shut up and just kiss me again.” She commanded.

Melissa wakes up from her dream. As she sits up, she whispers to herself 'I'm fucked.'

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 133 (Felix Psyded, Esq., Finds New Love!)

"I've got two things to ask you about if you've got more than a minute." Conrad held his phone to his ear as he packed up at the prison to head home.

"Of course. What do you need?"

"Ash saw a ghost. And not a ghost like you, who wanted to be seen, but a loner who doesn't like being among the living and thought I was the only one who could see him."

"Your old lighthouse keeper?"

"And his dog. Ash said the dog was wet. Skin and bones, you know... But I only saw the dog transparent, like you."

Felix Psyded furrowed his brow. "Curious. Ghosts are very good about keeping to themselves when they want to be alone, but there are some sims who-"

Conrad sighed heavily. "If a sim died, like in a medical emergency, but they were brought back...Does that have anything to do with it?"

"Yes! Resurrected sims, even through medical intervention, have been known to see the undead as though they're just the same as the living. It's not an exact thanatological science, but if Ash survived a medical emergency that probably explains it."

"You were resurrected. Do you see ghosts?"

"Not unless they want me to. Like I said, it's not an exact thanatological science." He could hear his friend's trepidation and smiled warmly. "It's considered something of a gift, you know, to be able to commune with the dead. I know Ash is still young..."

Conrad was quiet. Heather was going to loathe this information. "Thanks, Felix. I appreciate your help."

"Always. And what was the other thing?"

"It's about a friend of mine. He needs legal help and I was hoping you could meet with him."

"I'd be glad to...but you know my special rate is just for you and Heather..."

"I'll cover him. He's in Sulani, in trouble with the law over some stuff he did for Los Tigres de Selva when he was younger. But he's not that kid, and he knows plenty that could be used to get him a decent plea deal, but his sister is the criminal I'm after and he doesn't want to sell her out. I think she was responsible for a murder in Brindleton Bay, and I won't be able to hold her behind bars forever for rental fraud."

"And you think I'll convince him?"

"Maybe you could give him something to think about by letting him know what sort of deals he could make for certain information. Give him a reason to fight his way out of trouble instead of hiding out in an abandoned shipwreck in Sulani."

"Abandoned ship?" Felix looked around the room. "A trip to Sulani might be nice. I haven't been out there since I was in the Navy, and the weather in Britechester still hasn't warmed much. Besides, I might have someone to bring with me! She's wonderful, Conrad. I met Lilith while out for a walk through town in midwinter, and tonight I'm meeting her parents and sister."

"You're talking to me when you should be impressing your new girlfriend's parents?"

"Lilith understands. She knows what you did for me."

"And she's grateful!" The redhead with piercings and dark makeup smiled from the sofa in her family's living room. Lilith Pleasant was thrilled to introduce her new boyfriend to her twin sister, Angela, and her parents, Daniel and Mary Sue, but she wouldn't dream of disrupting his conversation with someone to whom Felix owed his life.

"She sounds great, Felix. Heather and I can't wait to meet her. I'll send you the details about Sulani, but I should get home to my daughter and you should get back to Lilith and her family."

They hung up the phone and Felix returned his attention to the Pleasants. "Well, that was an interesting call! Lil, my love, how would you like to join me in Sulani to meet a potential client?"

Lilith's mother, Mary Sue, glanced happily at the man her daughter had brought home. Lilith was dark, Gothic, purples and blacks, while her twin Angela was preppy pastels and earth tones. Mary Sue and Daniel Pleasant never would have guessed the man Lilith chose would be a man who'd lived for over a century as a ghost, but as they got to know him, they understood.

And they liked him. He met Lilith's need for mysterious and macabre while being well read, mischievous, and charming. He was so much better for their daughter than the losers she dated throughout high school and university. They'd only just met him, but Mary Sue expected big things for Lilith and Felix. Like grandkids. Eventually.

"I'd prefer Ravenwood next time - when it's not a work vacation - but I never get enough opportunities to wear a bathing suit!" Lilith raved, doe-eyed over her new love. "And if we're there together, I know I'll love the sun!"

"Ravenwood someday, my love."

They leaned in for a kiss in full view of her family. In his day this sort of behaviour would be unheard of, but he'd been around as a ghost long enough to know that old customs applied so rarely anymore. Lilith, however, was decidedly unconventional, and he loved that about her.

For the first time since his death and eventual resurrection, Felix Psyded, Esquire, had found his soulmate. ->

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NOTE: Felix and Lilith are soulmates according to JaneSimsten's Soulmates mod, which really excited me! So much so that I grabbed their parents from the MaxisOfficial Gallery account and added the Pleasant twins to the save abut nine generations before this challenge is supposed to move to Britechester. Seems fitting since I did the same with Felix, and he deserves a soulmate! In this timeline the parents are elders and the twins are in their mid-20s, so Lilith is about a decade younger than Felix, but also younger by about 150 years (technically) since Felix was originally born in 1879 and died in 1915.

[lonely-ey3s]

With All My Love: Chapter 11 | crawl home to her

Chapter 11 : Crawl Home to Her

Word count: 12.6k 

Chapter Summary: Joel starts making plans for your future together, getting everything arranged to ask you a very important question. You start going to therapy with Diane and things start to feel like they are going well but when you’re forced to relive Z’s death in a session, it pushes you off the edge. You start to make strides and feel better but soon after, something happens that knocks you completely off your axis, it pushes things out with Joel’s plans to be a little longer than he’d like. 

Chapter warnings: SMUT (18+ MDNI), unprotected p in v (wrap it up ya'll), anxiety, nightmares, flashbacks of traumatic memories, mentions of PTSD anxiety, FLUFF, joel being an absolute lover, soft!joel, panic attacks, mentions of death, funeral, depression, use of Spanish and Dari but with translations, lying to partner (justified you’ll see), use of y/n. 

A/N: this chapter was inspired by hozier’s ‘work song’ which i feel screams joel and this reader. that’s all i’ll say hehe – enjoy ❣️

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics 

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October 1st

Joel took the day off but didn’t tell you he had it off from work, he got up like normal and kept everything as routine as normal. However he wasn’t going into the office today, he was going to visit his mom for breakfast. 

He left the house at 7:15 am, giving you a quick kiss as you were getting ready to go on a run then left the house and headed to his mom’s place. 

He got there close to 8 am, she knew he was coming, he called her a few days ago asking if he could come over for breakfast and to talk about something important. 

Elena knew. She knew the day she met you. She knew sooner rather than later, he was going to ask for her ring to propose to you. The way Joel held you in his arms, the way he looked at you like no one else was in the room, the way you spoke about him and Sarah, she knew. Joel wasn’t very secretive about his intentions either to his mom, casually asking here and there if she still had the family heirloom or saying something about how he’d like to settle down. Especially around his mom, he held you like you hung the moon and stars, he truly worshipped the ground you graced him with, and the happiness and warmth he had now exhibited, it was all she ever wanted for him. 

It was hard watching him with Rachelle, she never seemed devoted to him or even in love with him, just the idea of him. She also hated how she treated him after finding out she was pregnant, like it was only Joel’s fault, holding him solely responsible for something they both took part in.

Joel changed after she told him she was pregnant, he closed himself off, emotionally especially. After trying so hard to love someone who didn’t love you back but then feel tied to that person for the next 18 years, it was one of the worst kinds of pains you could watch your child go through.

If Elena was being honest, when Rachelle left, it was somewhat of a relief. She knew that it would be hard on her son, but she never doubted Joel as a dad to Sarah. She knew he’d do what he needed to raise and love Sarah, that was clear. But what she was scared about was Joel being trapped in a loveless relationship when he had so much to offer and he deserved it back. To know and see how he felt with you, to her, it was all a mother could dream for her child. 

She had breakfast cooking when he gently knocked on the front door before walking in, he was dressed in a nice button down and jeans, hair combed nicely as he had to put on the charade that he was dressing to go to work for you. 

“Buenos dias mama…” he smiled and came up to her at the stove and kissed her cheek. 

“Hola mi amor…” she smiled and nodded for him to sit, “Tengo café listo para ti en la cafetera.” (I have coffee ready for you in the pot.)

Joel smiled and thanked her, grabbing a mug from her cupboard and pouring himself a mug. 

“How is your morning so far? How’s Y/N?” she looked back at Joel briefly as she started to plate up the breakfast she had made them, which was pincho de tortilla, one of his favorites. 

Joel smiled and leaned against her counter, taking a sip of the coffee, humming, “It was good, she’s well, started talking to a therapist, which she said has been helping with the anxiety and nightmares.” he smiled and looked down at his coffee.

She tsked and nodded towards the table, “Sentémonos y hablemos… comamos.” (Let us sit down and talk… eat.) She grabbed the two plates of food and walked over to the small table she had around her island in the corner of her kitchen. 

Joel followed and pulled her chair out for her, she sat and smiled, thanking him. He kissed her cheek gently and touched her shoulder, “Cualquier cosa para ti mamá” (Anything for you mama)

When Joel sat down she looked at him and smiled, studying him, “It’s so nice to see that warmth back in you, mi armor.” she touched his hand softly, “I missed seeing your alma…” (Soul, spirit, heart) 

Joel looked up at his mom and warmly smiled, “Mama… I wanted to talk to you about…” 

Before he could get the rest of his sentence out she pulled a small blue ring box out of her apron and set it in front of him, “¿Supongo que estás aquí por esto? Le pedirás que se case contigo, ¿sí?” (I assume you are here about this? You will ask her to marry you, yes?) 

Joel chuckled looking at the box and teared up, nodding, “Yes mama, but I also came for your blessing.” he looked back up at her.

She tsked and shook his hand, tears falling down her cheeks as she smiled, “Mientras seas feliz, siempre tendrás mi bendición. Ella te hace brillar mi amor, te hace calentar!” (As long as you are happy, you will always have my blessing. She makes you shine my love, makes you warm!)

Joel picked up the box and opened it to reveal his grandmother’s ring which was passed onto his mother that was now either his or Tommy’s, whichever got to it first. It was a marquise-cut diamond in the center with two others to the side and then smaller diamonds around it. It was perfect. He took it out and held it in his fingers, tears streaming down his face, imagining him asking you, thinking about your reaction. 

“She’s going to love it, mi vida.” she said softly, looking at the ring with him. 

He nodded and cleared his throat, putting it back into the box and closing it, wiping his eyes, chuckling as he blushed. 

“So… when will this be happening?” she took a bite of her food and looked at him, probing. 

He chuckled and smiled, “I was going to ask her during the holidays but I can’t wait, something just feels right… waiting would…. hazme volverme loco…” (make me go crazy) He scoffed and chuckled lightly before smiling warmly, “...I have a few ideas but need to get this resized first then I’ll know when exactly…” he smiled down at the box, “But soon, as soon as I can.” he looked at her and brightly smiled. 

Elena chuckled, “Come cariño, hace frío.” (Eat my darling, it’s getting cold) She shook her head as she smiled and then took his hand and gently squeezed it. 

Joel left his mom’s a few hours later; he helped her with a few things around the house.

He drove back and went to watch Sarah practice soccer on the field after school, something he never had time for since most days he worked well past dinner time. He wasn’t the only person watching, but for Sarah, it was the first time in a long time she saw him on the sidelines during practice. 

Sarah came up to him when it was over, backpack and duffle bag over her shoulders, “Hey Dad, everything ok?” she said out of breath. 

He nodded and smiled, reaching to take both and carry them for her, “Yeah, I just wanted to talk to you about something before you got home.” 

Sarah stopped walking, “Whatever you were told I did, I didn’t do unless you have video evidence, which in that case I need to have my lawyer present.” she joked. 

Joel chuckled and nodded at her, “Come on… you weirdo. You aren’t in trouble.” 

She smiled and caught up with him, “Well then what is it?” she prodded. 

Joel smiled, “Let’s get into the truck first.” 

He opened his truck door for her and she got in, he tossed her bags in the bed of the truck and then went into the driver's side, shutting the door. 

Sarah adjusted in her seat to face him, tucking her foot under her thigh, hands in her lap, “Ok, what’s going on… you’re being oddly hush-hush…” Then she gasped, “Oh my god, am I going to be a big sister?!” she nearly shouted. 

Joel chuckled and shook his head, “No, well not yet, no. But I wanted to talk to you about a step I’d like to take with Y/N before that happens…” 

She looked at him with disgust, “Dad, I thought you guys were already doing that stuff… why do you need to consult with me about that?” 

Joel turned red and shook his hands in front of him, “Oh god, no. I uhm… sorry wrong way to have phrased that, god. No, propose, I want to ask her to marry me.” she blurted out, flustered. 

Sarah turned her head and smiled, “Wait what? You’re going to ask her to marry you?” 

Joel swallowed, “Well, that’s what I want to talk to you about. How does that make you feel? Is that something you’re ok with?” he looked down at his hands, nervous. 

Sarah chuckled like she thought he was messing with her, “You’re kidding right?” 

He looked at her with those puppy eyes he has and she realized he was serious, “Oh, Dad… I’d be so proud and happy if you two got married. I think she would be overjoyed if you were to ask! You make each other so happy and take care of each other… I… anyone with two eyes can see you’re perfect for each other.” she smiled softly. 

“You don’t think it’d be too quick? Like I’m moving too fast?” he leaned forward, messing with his cuticle. 

She shook her head and smiled softly, “Proposing at the airport would have been too fast, but now? No… when you find the one, you… just… know. And Dad, you know she’s the right one.” 

Joel nodded and smiled warmly, still messing with his cuticle, “Do you think she’s ready for that step?” 

Sarah chuckled, “Dad, she’d marry you tomorrow if you asked.” 

Joel looked up at Sarah and smiled, blushing lightly at that thought. 

“Point is, she loves you and you love her.” she looked down at her hands and cleared her throat, “When are you gonna do it?” she looked up and grinned, wanting to know details. 

Joel chuckled, “I need to know how long it’ll take to get the ring resized and then it’ll be after that.” he smiled.

Sarah perked up, “You’ve already got a ring? What the heck! You didn’t take me with you!” she nudged him, offended. 

Joel laughed lightly and leaned forward, getting into his pocket and pulling out the ring box, handing it to Sarah, “It’s an heirloom baby girl, I got it from Abuelita today.” he blushed a little, everything was coming together. 

Sarah opened the box and gasped, “Holy shit.” 

Joel chuckled, “Language.” 

Sarah giggled, “Sorry but that’s my thought! This is… dad it’s beautiful. She’s going to love it.” she looked up at her dad and had tears in her eyes, “You’re getting married…” 

Joel smiled and then pulled her in for a hug, “Oh don’t cry, sweet pea.” he chuckled as he rubbed her back. 

Sarah pulled away and wiped her tears, taking a deep breath, “I’m a horrible secret keeper, I don’t know how I’m not going to say anything…” She chuckled and looked back down at the ring, “Do Tommy and Maria know?” she looked up, hopeful. 

He shook his head, “Abuelita was only the first because she had the ring, you know before Tommy if that’s what you’re worried about.” he laughed softly knowing Sarah and Tommy were always competitive in knowing things first as they were both equally close to Joel. 

Sarah chuckled, “Suck on that Reginald.” she muttered to herself. 

“Let’s get you home so she doesn’t suspect anything and then I’ll go to Tommy’s and tell them and be ‘home’ around my normal time…” he winked. 

Sarah nodded and buckled up, giving him back the ring box, “Sounds good. I’ll lock myself in my room with a ‘project’ until you get home…” she giggled, excitedly.

Joel took Sarah home and dropped her off down the street so you wouldn’t hear his truck then went to Tommy’s. 

Joel pulled into Tommy’s and before he could even get out of the truck Tommy was out on the porch, “What’s wrong? You weren’t at work today…” 

Joel just chuckled and smiled, “Is Maria home?” he hiked up the steps and gently grabbed his brother by the shoulder to pull him inside with him. 

“Yeah, she’s just makin’ somethin’ to eat, why? Where’s Y?N?” Tommy pressed. 

It was rare for Joel to take a full day off work. But for him to take a full day off and then show up at Tommy’s with a smile and pep to his step, Tommy didn’t know what the hell to think. 

Maria had some light country music playing in the kitchen as she cooked something on the stove, “Hey Joel…” she then snapped her head towards him, “What’s wrong?” instant concern flooding her face. 

Joel chuckled, “Will you two just calm down? Nothing is wrong.” 

Maria set the spatula down that she was using to break up some hamburger meat in a skillet, “If nothing is wrong, then why are you here, and why did Tommy say that you weren’t at work today?” 

Joel sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Ay dios mío…” he reached into his pocket, pulled out the ring box, and set it on the counter for Maria and Tommy to both see, “This is why…” 

Both of them froze and then looked at each other, before looking at Joel and then looking back at the ring box. 

“Is that what I think it is?” Maria grinned, tearing up a little. 

“You bastard…” Tommy chuckled and grabbed the box, opening it. 

“Sorry, I beat you to it, but yes. It’s what you think.” Joel shyly sat down at the table. 

Maria squealed and jumped, running over and hugging Joel, almost knocking him off the damn chair. 

He laughed and held her, hugging her tightly back. 

“When? Where? I need to know everything!” Maria sat down in front of him, a greasy spatula in her hand. 

Joel chuckled looking at her, “Soon. I need to resize the ring first, but it’ll be within the month. I have a few ideas that I’m tossing in my head, I just… I want everything to be perfect.” He smiled softly. 

Tommy smiled and looked at the ring closer, “How did Mama take the news?” he looked at Joel. 

Joel softly chuckled, “She put the ring in front of me before I could even ask for it…” he blushed, “She told me as long as I was happy, that’s all she wanted.” 

Tommy brought the ring box over and let Maria see it, “Joel, it’s beautiful… she’s going to go crazy.” 

Maria teared up, looking down at it, “Ugh, I’m so happy for you two…” she started crying. 

Joel smiled, “I may need your help with some distractions at some point, would that be ok?” he looked at Maria. 

“Are you kidding? My lips are sealed! Whatever you need, I’ll do!” she laughed through the tears, frantically wiping them, “My best friend is getting married!” 

Joel chuckled and knelt in front of her and pulled her in for a hug, “Thank you for all you’ve done for her, and for making her damn stubborn ass write me those letters, without you, this wouldn’t have been possible. Thank you.” he held onto her tightly. 

Tommy gently took the spatula from her grasp and took care of what she left at the stove as she hugged Joel. 

She nodded, “Does this mean you're going to name your kids after me?” she teased and pulled away. 

Joel chuckled, “I’m sure you’ll be in the running.” 

Maria chuckled and then held his face in her hands and smiled, “Oh, Joel, I’m so happy for you. You deserve this.” she pulled him in for another hug. 

Joel held onto her a little longer that time, feeling for the first time in a very long time that he truly had everything he needed. He was a blessed man. 

Maria slowly pulled away, “You want to stay for dinner?” she smiled, “It’s nothin’ fancy, just taco salad…” 

Joel stood and gently took the ring box from the table, closing it up, and smiling, “I actually need to make it home. If I’m not home soon she’ll suspect something might be up.” he looked up and sniffed softly, wiping his eyes. 

Tommy smiled and put the spatula down then came over and hugged his brother tightly, “Congrats, I’m so happy for you both.” he patted Joel’s back and smiled as he pulled away. 

Joel smiled and told them he would keep them posted then left theirs. 

He ran by the store and grabbed some flowers for you before heading home trying to ask like the best thing just happened today, he got the ring to propose to you. 

He opened the front door to the sweet smell of what he could deduce was something that had been cooking all day, “Hey baby, I’m home.” he said loud enough to be heard through the house. 

You peeked your head from the kitchen, “In here!” and then disappeared to do what you were doing. 

He smiled and put the ring box in his work bag before taking off his boots and coming up from behind you, “Mi vida…” he wrapped his arm around your waist from behind and kissed your cheek, making you smile and giggle.

“Hello, my love…” you touched his hand around your waist and kept working at stirring some gravy on the stove, “Dinner will be ready in about 5 minutes…” 

He smiled and kissed your shoulder softly, humming, “Take your time, we are in no rush.” he rocked you a little from side to side. 

You smiled and turned your head and did a dramatic sigh, “My my, are those for me?” you said in a small British accent, clutching your imaginary pearls, looking at the flowers he had in his hand. 

He smiled and nodded, chuckling at your humor, “They are, I missed you too much today to come home empty-handed…” he leaned in and gently kissed your cheek. 

You blushed and set the whisk down to turn in his grasp to gently pull him close by his button-up and kiss him gently. 

He put his hand on your cheek gently and continued to kiss you, softly and slowly. 

Sarah came down the stairs and gasped seeing the flowers, thinking it had happened, and covered her mouth excitedly, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. 

Joel pulled away from your lips and turned to see her reaction, you chuckled and looked at her, “You good sweets, what’s earned that reaction?” 

Joel’s eyes widened and he looked at her telepathically telling her ‘It didn’t happen, it’s just flowers.’, barely shook his head to signal to her. 

She looked at you and then smiled, lying through her teeth, “Uhhm oh! My gosh I just saw that you cooked roast! I’m so excited!” she opened the lid that had the roast inside it and took a whiff, “Mmm! Delicious!” she smiled brightly. 

You looked at her confused, she never got this excited about the roast and you’ve cooked it before for them, “Ok? Never got that reaction outta you for a roast but I’ll let it slide…” You chuckled then took the gravy off the stove and started walking towards the front door. 

Joel swatted at Sarah, whispering, “You almost ruined it!” he smiled, knowing she didn’t mean to, she’s just excited. 

Joel put the flowers in the sink and then went to follow you. He turned around the corner when he saw you reached down to grab his work bag and he jumped at you going to open the bag, but you pulled away, smiling, clueless. 

“Woah! Whatcha doin’ darlin’?” internally panicking, you could not get into that bag. 

You giggled, looking up at him, “I’m just getting your lunch bag out, silly!” You went to open it again. 

‘Fuck fuck FUCK!’ was all he could think so he blurted out, “I left it at work.” 

Sarah peeked around and knew exactly why her dad was being weird about the bag, she started thinking, ‘Shit she has the bag. She can’t have the bag. Crap!’ 

You looked up at him and chuckled, then looked between the two of them, both smiling a little too widely, looking guilty, you narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips, “Ya’ll are jumpy and acting weird, what’s going on?” 

Joel shook his head and chuckled, “Nothing is going on… we aren’t being weird. Right, Sarah?” 

Sarah nodded and came over and chuckled forcefully, “Right, this is our normal not weird at all selves.” he nudged your arm gently with her fist, trying to act casually, but it backfired as you read right through it. 

You watched as her fist nudged you and then clocked Joel with your gaze, testing him, “Cool, ok. So then what’s in the bag?” you tilted your head. 

He had every damn red alarm and code red going off in his head, heart racing, palms sweaty, he was panicking but on the outside, he kept it together, looked cool as a cucumber, “Nothin’ just contracts and work stuff sweetheart.” he smiled. 

You looked at Sarah and she swallowed, she was horrible at lying and even worse at keeping secrets. However, she was easy to crack as well and you knew that, you grinned, “If there’s nothing in the bag, then why are you so nervous sweets?” 

“Nervous? I’m not nervous… you’re nervous…” she chuckled, putting her hands up defensively. 

“Sarah Elena Miller, what is going on?” you chuckled. 

She knew she couldn’t tell you the truth, but she needed to get you off this damn bag so she took one for the team and for the first time lied straight through her teeth. She took a breath and sighed heavily for dramatics, “Fine…” she looked at Joel who looked like he was going to crack for a split second before she rambled, “I kissed a boy… and we got caught behind the bleachers by the stupid assistant principal. Dad picked me up from school early today because I got called into the principal’s office due to breaking ‘school conduct’...” she rolled her eyes and used air quotes, “...and there’s a write-up in dad’s bag…” she looked at the bag and pointed, “One that he promised he wouldn’t show you because I didn’t want you to know… because you’re gonna get all… mom-ish about it…” 

You dropped the bag and opened your arms, smiling, “You kissed a boy!?” you giggled, “Come here!” you hugged her tightly. Joel quickly swept in and grabbed the bag, getting the ring out and putting it in his back pocket quickly. 

Sarah looked at Joel while hugging you and glared, mouthing ‘You owe me’. 

Joel nodded and mouthed back, ‘Thank you’. 

You pulled back, “Tell me everything!” you dragged her to the kitchen, now wrapped up in this lie. 

Joel took this opportunity to run upstairs and put the ring in his lock box under the bed which had his gun and some spare cash before quickly making it back down in hopes you didn’t see him disappear upstairs. 

Sarah made up some scenario about her and some boy in chemistry, kept it brief but indulged you with small details. 

It was a small price for Sarah to pay to keep the big picture alive for her Dad which is all she wanted. 

2 weeks later 

You had been going to therapy once a week and meeting with Diane at her office downtown ever since that dinner with Joel and his coworkers. For the most part, it had been helping with the nightmares and coping with moments of anxiety. 

However, since your last session a couple of days ago, you guys touched on Z’s death and went over the events that led up to it. She had you recount certain key details that she attempted to guide you in knowing and understanding there was nothing you could have done to avoid what happened. It helped you understand that you weren’t responsible for his death but the flashbacks and recounts of what happened made it hard to sleep or relax the last few days. 

You shot up out of a dead sleep and gasped, panting hard as you had been taken back to being in that chokehold that you swear is the reason Z is dead. You were shaking, unable to associate where you were in some way, staring into the distance as past trauma flooded your mind. It was like you were right back there. You weren’t in bed, you were back in the middle of that street.   

Joel turned in his sleep and went to reach for you, and felt you weren’t there. He opened his eyes and saw you sitting up, your chest heaving and eyes wide open, “Baby?” he gently went to touch you, but the second his hand touched your back, you jolted out of fear and moved away from him, off the bed, “No! no…” you said loudly, you grabbed a pillow from the floor to put distance between you two, your hands shaking, eyes filled with fear, you weren’t there, you were reliving something. 

He sat up, instantly realizing what you were experiencing, Diane warned him this might happen, and held his hands out defensively, “Hey, it’s me…” he spoke softly and calmly. He got up off the bed and held his hands up for you to see, “Baby, it’s me...” he cooed, “You’re safe. You are with me at our home.” he started to walk towards you.

You backed up into a corner and held the pillow out, “D-don’t… don’t move…” 

He nodded, “Ok… I’m going to stay right here…” he continued to speak softly. “Can you take a deep breath with me?” he took a deep breath through his nose, watching for you to do it with him, you weren’t there, your eyes were somewhere else. 

You shook your head, “Stop.. stop!” and began panting quickly through your nose, you put your hand on your chest instinctually. 

“Where… where is it…” Your eyes moved around the room, analyzing the surroundings, mentally calculating every component, “Where is it…” you questioned, jaw clenched, looking for something specific. 

“Where’s what sweetheart?” Joel asked, softly, trying to follow your eyes. 

“Where is it?” you fell to the floor and started frantically looking for something on the floor. “Where is it…” you repeated, patting the floor to find something. 

Joel went to move from that spot he was at to come by you and help, but you immediately shot up and stood, “Ja nakon!” (Don’t move in Dari), you shouted twice, pointing at him to get back to where he was. 

He nodded, he rarely heard you speak Dari, this was bad, so he went back, “Ok. I won’t… I won’t move.” he watched as you dragged your bag out from under the bed, tearing through it, not finding what you needed. 

“I can help… what are you looking for, I can help you…” he pleaded, looking at you panicking at what you couldn’t find, wanting nothing more than to help you through this. 

You stood and started digging through the dresser, frantically looking through clothes, tears now streaming down your cheeks, “M-my necklace…” you began to sob, and began hyperventilating, knees giving out on you, sliding down the dresser, “Fuck… fuck…” you grabbed your shirt over your chest and closed your eyes, trying to breathe. 

“Necklace?” he perked up, “Baby, it’s in the bathroom… you take it off at night.” he watched you fall to your knees and went to move but then remembered what Diane had told him. She said to do exactly as you said when you had these episodes as you could turn violent, unable to know the difference between memories and reality, but this, this was you being weighed down by what you had no control over, you couldn’t move, you didn’t know where you were and he could help. 

“Fuck it.” he rolled over the bed and went into the bathroom, grabbing the necklace he gave you, which was in a jewelry dish you found thrifting with all your earrings and rings you would wear, he came out then slowly walked over to you, “Here… look… I found it…” he was careful not to touch you but came to your side and opened his hand, showing you the necklace in his palm. 

You opened your eyes, and your breathing started to slow down, you instantly were surrounded by his scent from his cologne, “Joel…” you breathed out quietly, then immediately leaned your head onto his chest, “My Joel…” your breathing started to calm down and you started to cry softly, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” you curled into him. 

He immediately wrapped you in his arms, “Shhh… you’re safe.” he kissed your head, “I got you.” 

You gripped onto his arm, repeating how sorry you were. 

He just kept kissing your head and holding you, no need to acknowledge the apologies, as you had nothing to be sorry for in his eyes. 

He hummed softly the song you and he danced to in the bathroom your first night here which you had deemed your’s and his song. It instantly put you to sleep in his arms, against his chest. 

He slowly picked you up and put the both of you into bed, holding you close against his chest so you could hear his heartbeat, he kept you that way all through the night. 

—

At 4:45 am your alarm went off to go on your run. You leaned over and turned it off and sighed, blinking your eyes open as you lay on your back, exhausted from last night's events. 

“You can always skip it…” Joel turned on his side and kissed your shoulder, then took your hand in his and kissed it as well. 

You smiled softly, “Routine is important to maintain…” you looked over at him, “That’s important now after what happened last night…” you sadly said, taking your other hand and combing your fingers through his hair softly, looking at his features. 

He smirked, looking at your lips, “Can we add something else to your routine then?” he kissed your shoulder again, then moved to settle himself in between your legs, moving his lips to kiss up to your neck. 

You chuckled, biting your lip, “Baby… you try this every time I go on a run, and what happens?” 

He grinned and slowly ran his hand up your thigh to take your hand in his then took your other hand with his other hand, putting them above your head, holding your wrists, effectively trapping you under him. He leans down and whispers in your ear as he starts to grind his hardened cock against your core, “I observe and I adapt.” he nibbles on your earlobe earning a soft moan from you. 

“You need your hands when it comes to getting out from under me, I took care of that.” he growled into your neck as he started kissing your pulse point and jawline. 

Your hips involuntarily bucked against his and you moaned softly as he began sucking on that soft spot under your ear, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. 

He hummed and held your hands in one of his, slowly moving the other between your bodies as he heard you heavily pant, cursing under your breath, “Fuck Joel…” 

“I know baby…” he kissed down your neck to your chest and collarbones before moving his hips back to take himself out of his boxers and line up with your entrance that was already weeping for him. “Do me a favor and open your legs a little wider for me, mi vida…” 

You opened your legs, letting your knees almost touch the mattress, fully open for him, he groaned, “God you look so good like this…” he notched himself at your entrance “But you feel even better…” he then looked up at you before slowly sinking himself into you, causing your breath to hitch and his to quicken as the sudden warmth pulled him in, earning a deep groan from him. 

Your head went up and back against your pillow, pussy fluttering as he continued to bury himself inside you, whispering as you weren’t sure if Sarah had gotten up for soccer practice yet, “Fuck, keep going…” you begged. 

Joel moved his hand to bring your left thigh up to open you up further for him, earning a small whimper from you, eyebrows pinched, chest heaving, taking a deep breath, “God I…” you let out a breath to avoid moaning. 

Joel knew what you were doing and took that as a challenge, “Not moaning for me baby?” he lightly panted as he moved to your leg was now against his chest, and your calf and foot were now over his shoulder as he used himself to push against you; opening you wide as you could. 

He kissed your inner thigh and knee, “We’ll see about that…” and then began thrusting deeply and slowly in and out of you, from base to tip, over and over, slowly building in speed with each repetition. 

He kept your hands above your head, feeling you slowly crumble beneath him from how your hands started to fight against him, and your head slowly began rolling to moan into your arm near your head. 

He groaned softly, “Eyes on me, mi amor, I can feel your close…” he felt you grip his cock, and begin to roll your hips with him, eager for release. 

Your breath quickened and became heavy, “I want to touch you…” your eyes traveled up to your hands and then back to his eyes, “Please…” you pleaded. 

He nodded, bringing his hand down to cup your cheek and leaned in, capturing your lips in his and slowly kissing you, your hands grabbing onto his bicep and shoulder, moaning against his lips as you came shortly after, your legs shaking against him. 

He pulled away from your lips and put his forehead against yours, stroking your cheek softly as he whispered, “Eres el amor de mi vida” (You are the love of my life) 

You moved your hand from his shoulder to his cheek then into his hair, pulling him close to you, looking into his eyes lovingly, whispering, “Eres mi todo…” (You are my everything)

You leaned your head up to capture his lips in yours and kiss him deeply, both of you panting as he sped up his thrusts, rocking the bed as he rocked into your hips, you moaned against his lips, close again to release, this time feeling like a wave was about to crash, pulling his hair to keep him close, addicted to his lips on yours, probing your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. 

Joel’s hand flew to hold onto the headboard above you as he continued to grind into you, feeling that familiar pull in his naval, warmth starting to spread down his spine, he mumbled against your lips, “Fuck…” before his hips snapped into you, grunting and spilling himself inside of you, earning a tight flutter around him as you came as well, gripping onto his shoulder, moaning his name against his lips as his hips slowed down, his breath shaky against your lips. 

You hummed and combed through his hair, slowing your kisses down, lips leaving him to kiss down his jaw and neck, gently kissing those places, “That’s one way to get my pre-workout…” 

Joel slowly pulled out, hissing as he fell onto his back, chest heaving, a light layer of sweat coating his skin, eyes dizzy and drunk from the high he just had. 

You looked over at him and kissed his shoulder as you leaned over, “Get some more sleep before work, my love…” you chuckled softly before getting up to clean up and get dressed. 

By the time you came back into the bedroom dressed in a hoodie and leggings, he was passed out, asleep. You chuckled quietly and combed his hair back gently, kissing his forehead before leaving to go on your run. 

You came home an hour later, sore and muscles feeling exhausted, it was exactly what you needed. 

You saw no one had been up yet so you decided to start making breakfast. 

After last night you wanted to do something for Joel so you wrote him a letter, something you two hadn’t done for each other in a while since you’d been home, and put some lipstick on to put kiss marks all over it after you had finished writing it. 

You saw Maria had done it once with a letter of Tommy’s and never got the chance to do it yourself.

You also found a keychain that said ‘Drive safe cowboy’ and your initial and a cowboy hat charm on it the other day at a gas station, you couldn’t help but get it for him. 

You put it in the envelope along with the letter, then went over to Joel’s bag by the front door and, put it in the main pocket so he could see it when he got to work. 

You had pancakes, eggs, and toast ready when you saw the clock and no one was up, you jogged upstairs and knocked on Sarah’s door before opening it, “Sweets time to get up, it’s 6:30…” she groaned and smiled, nodding before she sat up and stretched. 

You went down the hall and knocked on the bedroom door, peeking in, “Hey sleepy head, it’s time to get up, breakfast is going to get cold.” 

Joel shot up and looked back at you, “Come ‘ere…” he sleepily said. 

You chuckled, “Nope, not fallin’ for that cowboy. You want me, I’ll be in the kitchen.” you closed the door lightly and went back downstairs. 

Both were downstairs fully dressed within the next 20 minutes. You had your laptop out on the table and were messaging Reggie back and forth lately in the mornings, checking in on him. 

You made Sarah a plate and gave it to her when she came down, “Mornin’ sweets… your soccer gear is folded and in your duffle bag, I washed last night for you. Also, you left your chemistry book out, I put it in your book bag.” you smiled at her. 

She took the plate and smiled, “Thank you…” 

You nodded and handed Joel his plate, “Mornin’ sweetheart… your lunch is in your bag, and the calendar says you have a meeting with Ross and Associates at 7:30… do you want a to-go coffee as well since you won’t be able to stop for one?” 

He put his plate down and shook his head, cupping your cheek with his hand, “Kiss me first then I’ll give you my answer mi cielo…” (my heaven/sky)

Sarah rolled her eyes and groaned, turning around with her plate, and eating some eggs, “First let me avert my innocent eyes…” 

You chuckled and then leaned up and kissed him gently once then slowly and deeply another before pulling away, keeping your eyes closed, leaning into his hand. 

He smiled and gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “To go coffee would be nice, thank you…” he leaned back in and kissed you again, this time deeply and sliding his tongue against your lips, you blushed and kissed him back a few times before Sarah cleared her throat. 

“Ya’ll done sucking face?” she said with her back still to you. 

You giggled and pulled away, gently touching his cheek, “Eh, for now…” you winked up at him then handed him his plate again. 

He smiled and bit his lip, pecking your lips once more before going to sit at the table. 

There was an alert from your computer, it was from Reggie, “Baby can you tell me what Reggie said?” 

You went to the cupboard and grabbed a travel thermos, filling it with coffee for Joel. 

Joel pulled your laptop over and clicked on the message, reading it, “He said he’s going on assignment for a few days, something super easy, he said he’s going to Delta 22?” he looked up at you. 

You nodded, “Oh they must just need extra hands, but they have horrible service there.” you shrugged, nothing to worry about. “Will you tell him ‘thank you for letting me know’ and to call me when he gets back?” you smiled over at Joel, making yourself a plate of breakfast. 

Joel smiled at you and nodded, typing out a message and then sending it to him. 

You came over and sat by him, closing your laptop seeing Reggie had gone offline, “Here’s your coffee…” You put the thermos by his plate. 

He leaned over and kissed your cheek, “Thank you for all you do, cada diํa te quiero mas” (Each day I love you more)

You blushed and began eating your breakfast. 

Before you knew it they were both out of the door, leaving you to your own devices which consisted of applying for jobs and cleaning small things around the house. 

Joel got to work and knew he was going to propose next weekend. He had a few more things to line up, but for the most part, everyone knew and was all super excited now, knowing an exact date and how he was going to do it. The meeting he had with ‘Ross and Associates’ was actually an engagement photographer he hired to capture the moment as Maria emphasized how much you would love having it captured. He was meeting with them to outline the timeline of events and then what he wanted out of the session. 

He met with them, and everything went well, they would be at the place where he was doing everything, acting like someone randomly taking photos, but the moment he got on one knee, they’d be there to capture it all. 

He opened his bag to get into his lunch and came across the envelope with your handwriting on it. 

It was addressed to “Mi vaquero”. He smiled and eagerly opened it, seeing the keychain and letter, he immediately put the keychain on his key ring and then opened the letter, leaning back into his chair as he read: 

Joel,  I wanted to get back into the habit of how we started, writing you letters. I miss it. I sometimes crave opening the mailbox and seeing a letter from you, it brought me so much joy and happiness seeing you wrote me. I can’t believe sometimes that’s how we started, by a simple letter. Crazy right? I wanted to thank you for how patient and kind you’ve been with me since coming home. I know it’s not easy with my nightmares and trauma, I can see the fear and anxiety in your eyes - and I just wanted to thank you for how you take care of me and love me.  I also wanted to tell you that since being home I’ve had an amazing time with you. I wake up every day and eres la razón por la que sonrío todos los días. (You are the reason I smile every day) I see my whole life with you and Sarah, I love you both so much and enjoy our life together.  Sarah called me mom at her tryouts, and I don’t know if it was on accident or purpose but I can’t begin to tell you how happy that made me feel. You two are my family, my everything.  Let’s get back into the letter writing, please?  With all my love,  Y/N’

Joel smiled at the part you said about Sarah calling you mom. He knew she wanted you to be a mom figure to her, but it warmed his heart to know she may already be calling you ‘mom’. 

He loved the kiss marks around the letter, a nice little new touch to the letters. He would definitely be leaving your letters more often around the house and now had an idea to add to the proposal. 

2 days later

Sarah got home from school around 4 pm and found the house completely dark, with windows closed, and lights off, it was weird, something was off. 

She called out for you, no answer. 

She walked upstairs and saw the bedroom door was closed, she knocked on it softly, “Y/N… you in there?” she opened the door, and you were curled up in bed, tissue box by the bed, it was completely dark. 

You didn’t answer. 

Sarah stepped in, “Hey… you ok?” 

She came around and gently touched your shoulder, you sniffed, your eyes were red and bloodshot, from crying, “Y/N… what’s wrong?” she asked concerned.

“Reggie…” you swallowed, looking at the wall across from you, “He’s dead.” you put the covers over your head and softly started to cry again. 

Sarah sadly sighed, “I'm so sorry..." she rubbed your back softly with her thumb, "Do you want me to come lay with you or do you need to be alone?” 

“You can stay, but if you need to go, I understand.” you said softly. 

Sarah nodded, “I just need to go put my book bag away, I’ll be back ok?” 

You nodded, staying under the covers as tears poured from your eyes.

Sarah left the room and went downstairs, immediately calling Joel. 

He picked up, smiling, “Hey sweet pea.” 

“Dad, can you come home?” Sarah asked biting her nail. 

Joel’s tone immediately changed, “Sarah, what’s wrong?” 

“Reggie… she said he’s dead. Dad, it’s bad. She’s in bed, I came home to the whole house dark, she’s… please, I don’t know what to do... I...” Sarah tearing up. 

“Does Maria know?” he grabbed his keys and started jogging to his truck. 

“I don’t know, I doubt it. Can you call Tommy? I’m going to go lay with her til you get home.” she started walking up the stairs. 

“Ok yeah, I'll call him. I’ll be home soon. I love you. Thank you for calling me.” 

“I love you too, see you soon.” she hung up and ran up the stairs, coming into the room and closing the door behind her, getting into the sheets, and laying on her side to face you, she gently took your hand. 

You cried softly and held onto her hand, “They called this morning…” you sniffed, “I was his contact on his papers…” you closed your eyes and swallowed, trying to calm your breathing down. 

Sarah moved closer, whispering, “I’m so sorry…” She put her other hand on your arm and gently rubbed it, trying to offer comfort. 

You chuckled sadly, “I have a whole fucking funeral to plan, I don’t even know where to start!” you choked up, “He… he has no family he said, but there’s gotta be someone out there, right? He couldn’t have been all alone…” 

Sarah nodded, “I’ll help you, we can search for his family on the internet. I’ll help tonight.” she smiled sadly, “Dad can help you plan the funeral… we... we will help.” she squeezed your hand, “We are here for you.” 

You nodded, and let out a shaky breath, “You went down and called Dad, didn’t you?” you chuckled. 

Sarah looked at your hands shyly, “Is that ok?” 

You nodded and smiled, tears continuing to stream down your cheeks, “I didn’t have the energy to, I should have called him earlier but I just…” 

Sarah nodded, “You couldn’t… I get it. It’s ok.” she looked at you, “Your friend just died, it’s ok not to be ok, right?” 

You nodded and touched her cheek, “Right.” 

She leaned in to put her head closer to yours, “Can I ask you something?”

You nodded and took your hand off her cheek, putting your hand on hers that was holding your other, “Of course…” 

She shyly looked at your hands, “Was it ok that I called you mom at tryouts?” 

You chuckled and smiled through tears, “Oh thank god, I thought you didn’t mean it, like it was by accident.” 

She looked at you and giggled, “Of course I meant it!” she nudged you. 

You smiled through tears and looked at her, “Are you wondering if you can keep calling me mom?” 

Sarah looked at you and shyly looked back at your hands again, “Would that be ok?” 

You nodded, “You can call me whatever you’re comfortable with sweets.” you brushed her hair back, “If you want to call me mom all the time or some of the time or here and there, I’m perfectly happy with whatever you’re ok with.” you smiled softly. 

Sarah nodded and then moved her head to press against yours, keeping your hand in hers, tearing up, “Ok Mom.” 

You chuckled and tears kept falling, “You chose a very convenient time to make me cry as I’m already a blubbering mess!” 

She laughed softly and started to have tears fall as well, “I’ll join you!” 

You touched her cheek and smiled, “Thanks for being here, I appreciate it.” 

She nodded, “Can I ask what happened? To Reggie?” she sadly looked at you. 

“They said his plane was hit in transport. He never made it to location.” you sighed, “It happens... I mean anything can happen over there, but I just didn’t expect it to happen, you know?” 

Sarah nodded, “Was he the only one killed in action?” 

You shook your head, “Pilot and 2 other medics…” 

Sarah sighed and nodded, “I’m glad you’re home… I don’t know what we would have done if you had ever gotten hurt or died.” she looked at your hands, “It would have crushed Dad…” 

You saw her start to disconnect so you squeezed her hand, “I’m home now, and that isn’t going to happen, yeah?” 

She snapped out of it and nodded, “Right.” 

You took a breath and closed your eyes, “I don’t know how I’m going to tell Terrence... or Maria… it... it's going to crush them” and you shook your head, pinching the bridge of your nose before sobbing quietly. 

You could hear the front door open and close followed by Joel’s heavy steps up the stairs as he jogged up, he knocked on the door softly, “Sweetheart?” 

“Come in Dad…” Sarah softly called as she moved to console you by hugging you. 

Joel came into the room kneeling by the bed Sarah was on, letting you and Sarah have your space and time together. He reached over and put his hand on yours that was on Sarah’s back, offering what support he could. 

You continued to sob into Sarah’s shoulder, giving yourself a headache. 

Joel came around the bed and laid behind you, wrapping you in his arms as you hugged Sarah did from the front, kissing the back of your head and temple, whispering how sorry he was. 

You eventually fell asleep after crying what felt like hours, curled up against them, exhausted emotionally and mentally from the news. 

Joel and Sarah slipped out and headed downstairs together, Sarah looked at him, “What do we do?” 

Joel looked up at her, leaning against the counter, “She just needs support.” he looked down, “I’ll call Diane in the morning and see if she can get her in for an emergency session.” 

“I mean what are you going to do about… you know?” she wiggled her ring finger. 

Joel didn’t even think about that right now. He didn’t even think how this put a wrench in his plans, he was just so focused on you. He sighed and nodded, “I guess it’s just not the right time.” he bit the inside of his cheek, thinking. 

Sarah nodded and sighed, “Can the plan be pushed out? Maybe another week, after the funeral?” 

Joel nodded, “I’ll talk to everyone tomorrow and explain what’s going on. I’m sure it can.” he smiled softly. 

Sarah nodded then went to the fridge, “I’ll start some dinner, you wanna call Tommy? Check on Maria?” 

Joel nodded, “Order some take out, sweat pea. Don't worry about cookin'... not on a day like this.” he put his wallet on the counter and walked away to call Tommy. 

The next morning you woke up with a massive headache. Your phone alarm went off and you rolled over, snoozing it. 

Ugh. 5 am never felt so gross.

Joel turned to face you and wrapped you in his arms, you had been out the rest of the night, this was the first time you’d been awake in almost 15 hours, he kissed your temple gently, “Stay…” 

You swallowed, your voice hoarse, “It’s not for a run… it’s for the airport…” you said emotionless, still exhausted. 

Joel perked his head up, brushing your hair back, “What do you mean sweetheart?” 

You kept your gaze fixed on the ceiling, focusing on one specific bump amongst the popcorn texture above you. One that you stared out for hours yesterday, “He… his body is… I have to be there to transport him.” 

“What time do we have to be there?” he kissed your cheek gently. 

“We? You don’t have to come… it’ll be a lot of protocols and standing and just… it’ll be a lot.” you sat up and sighed, sitting at the edge of the bed, rolling your shoulders, feeling stiff from how long you had been in bed. 

“I don’t care, mi vida, there’s no way you’re doin’ this alone…” he sat up and gently kissed your shoulder from behind you, “When do I need to be ready?” 

You took a breath and looked back at him, leaning your head against his, melting against him, grateful for him and his constant support, “We need to leave the house in a half hour.” 

He nodded and leaned up, kissing your forehead, “I’ll go brew us some coffee.” then got off the bed and opened the bedroom door, walking to go downstairs. 

You stood up and went over to the closet, pulling out your ceremonial uniform and laying it on the bed. 

Joel came up and got dressed quickly, putting on some jeans and a nice button-down, putting on some nice boots, trying to look put together and respectful. He headed back downstairs saying he’d get some to-go coffee ready while you finished getting ready. 

You brushed your hair out, washed your face, and brushed your teeth then did your hair into the traditional bun before getting into the uniform, taking your time, making sure everything was respected, and done right. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, never wanting to see yourself in this uniform, this was never meant to be worn, no one was supposed to die. This was a heavy uniform to wear, one that felt too tight and too formal, not physically but mentally. You hated everything about it. 

You narrowed your eyes and clenched your jaw and then stood up straight, rolling your shoulders back, putting your hands to your side, before grabbing your hat and gloves and walking downstairs. 

Joel was sitting at the table when he saw you, never seeing you in the uniform. You thought aside from the circumstances, you looked beautiful.

“Hey… you ready baby?” he stood up. 

You nodded and headed towards the front door, feeling numb, wanting to just get this over with.

You put your hand on the doorknob and stopped, feeling that sharp pin of anxiety starting in the back of your skull, you closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath, stretching out your neck and rolling it in a circle to get that gnawing feeling to go away. 

Joel came up and set the thermos he had in his hands and gently turned you towards him, to softly pull you to hug him. 

You wrapped your arms around him and took in a breath then slowly let it out, “This wasn’t supposed to happen…” 

He kissed your head gently and nodded, “I know… I’m so sorry.” he gently rubbed your back, holding onto you as long as you needed. 

After a few moments, you pulled back, took his hand, and took one of the thermos, “I’m ready…” 

He nodded and walked with you to the truck. 

The ride to the airport was about 30 minutes. He held onto your hand the whole drive and would occasionally glance at you and softly smile, telling you how much he loved you and how he’d help you later arrange what needed to be done. 

You would nod but barely talk, you felt so disconnected, not truly there, it didn't feel real. This couldn't be happening. You listened to soft hum as he'd hum along to the music or watch out the window as he drove, you and your thoughts trying to escape this shit outcome.

You were told yesterday where to meet the aircraft and told Joel past a certain point he’d have to stay back. He understood and stayed with you until you would get to that point which would be a certain point on the tarmac for family's and loved ones. 

Once you hit the tarmac, there was a large military transport craft parked. You walked up to a small crowd of people, loved ones who also were greeting their loved ones, and looked at Joel, “Wait for me here, I’ve got to do a few things after we transport him with some officers.” you looked down to put your gloves on.

Joel nodded and looked at you as you started putting your hat and gloves on, “Can I kiss you, or is that against protocol?” he asked softly, genuinely, wanting to be respectful of any decorum. 

You looked up at him, smiling gently, and touched his cheek, “You can kiss me, you need not ever ask.” 

He leaned in and kissed you softly a couple of times, pulling back a little, “I’ll be here when you’re done. Tell Reg welcome home for me.” he touched your chin and softly rubbed his thumb across your lip. 

You nodded, backed away, and brushed your uniform before walking through the group of family members over to a group of higher-ranking officers in charge of this event. 

Joel hung back and an older woman came up to him, “I’m sorry I couldn’t help but overhear… who are you here for if I can ask?” 

Joel looked down and nodded, “Oh… my girlfriend is here to transport a friend of hers she served with, Specialist Reginald Mackey.” he sadly smiled. 

She gasped softly, “Oh… thank god.” tears streamed down her face.

Joel tilted his head, confused.

“I’m his mother… he… we…” she started to sob, “We didn’t have a good relationship towards the end. They wouldn’t let me over there when I asked. Something about someone else being on the paperwork.” 

Joel looked towards you and then her, “Oh… ma’am, I’m so sorry. I… my… mine served with him. They were good friends, she was on the paperwork, I believe.” he touched her hand, “I can see if she can bring you over?” 

She shook her head, “No, no need. I just didn’t want him to come home alone, but she’s bringing him home. She's there for him...” she wiped her tears, “May I stand with you?” 

Joel nodded and smiled, “Of course.” 

She held out her hand, “Mary… Mary Mackey.” she smiled softly. 

“Joel... Joel Miller…” he took her hand gently and shook it. 

—

You walked up and saluted the commanding officers before they put you at ease. 

You were instructed to stand and wait for his casket to come out as there were three others aboard, he was the last one. There were 25 other service men and women lined up with you. You all stood respectfully, saluting as each casket came out and was loaded into a an individual hearse. 

After about 20 minutes, Reggie was announced and you and 6 other officers stepped forward, in two lines of 3, and walked into the aircraft to gather him.

You touched the top of the casket gently and whispered, “Welcome home brother…” you clenched your jaw to hold back tears and swallowed before standing straight like the rest of the group and then as one turning to the right before positioning to get ready to lift the casket. 

You all as one lifted the casket draped with the flag and walked in a steady march back out of the aircraft, eyes forward, while everyone remained silent, saluting or with a hand over their heart.

Joel put his hand over his heart and let Mrs. Mackey hold onto his arm as she cried softly watching the ceremony, hand clutching her heart as her son came out of the plane. 

Once he was loaded into the hearse you all turned your feet inward to face each other and slowly brought your arms up to a salute and stayed that way until another officer closed the hearse door and it drove away. 

Once he was outside of your vision, you were all put at ease, everyone walked away but you felt your knees buckle, so you squatted down and touched the ground, trying to ground yourself, give yourself a moment, “He’s home… the hard part is over.” you whispered to yourself. 

Joel saw you and for a moment worried you were ok, but then you stood up after a few moments, eyes distant yet focused, and shook out your hands and rolled your shoulders, something you commonly did to shake out any anxiety. He knew you just needed you were dealing with a lot on your right now, he wouldn't be surprised if you were inching towards a panic attack and needed support when leaving. He'd be there though, he was ready.  

You walked over and signed some paperwork and then walked over to Reggie's commanding officer and told him that you chose to bury him in the military cemetery which he had offered you yesterday. He nodded and advised he would be transported there in 2 days, that he would call you with details for the funeral or any services you may want to do as there would be a 21-gun salute there. 

You nodded and shook his hand then were handed a folded flag, with his dog tags, something the family of the fallen soldier would get when they were greeted by the casket of their loved one, however since you were carrying him, this was given to you now. 

You looked down at it and closed your eyes, gripping it in your hands, cursing under your breath as tears threatened to spill. 

You saluted the commanding officer with tears in your eyes then he walked away. 

You sighed softly, and looked at the tags, running your fingers across them. You then put his dog tags over your head and looked down at them around your neck, you’d give these to Terrence when you saw him, they belonged to him. 

You turned around and tucked the flag under your arm and began walking back to the group of people. You met eyes with Joel and he nodded at you, mouthing ‘Reggie’s mom…’ then nodded his head towards her, the closer you got. 

Your eyes went wide and you rushed over, “Mrs. Mackey?” 

She smiled, “You must be Sargent Y/N…” she had tears streaming down her face, “It’s so good to meet you.” she held out her hand for you to take. 

You took her hand, “Ma’am I’m so sorry for your loss… I…” you brought the folded flag out from your arm and held it out, “This belongs to you…” you looked at her. 

She nodded and gently took it, “T-thank you for bringing him home…” she said through tears. 

You shook your head, “I had no idea you’d be here… you… I’m so sorry.” you looked at Joel, “How did you know he passed? They told me I was the only one on the paperwork.” 

“Reggie had someone call me from his camp. Gave them my number and told them if he didn’t make it back to call me, said a mom should know when her kid…” she choked up, “A mom should know when her child dies.” 

You teared up and nodded, then pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back. 

She held onto you for dear life, sobbing into your chest. You looked up at Joel and sighed softly. 

He leaned down and kissed your head. 

You pulled back after she let you go, “The commander I spoke with said you were making arrangements, is that true?” she wiped her eyes with a tissue. 

You nodded and put your hands in front of you respectfully, “He’s being buried in a military cemetery, they are giving him a proper burial in 2 days. I don’t want to step on your toes, so if you’d like you can plan it or you can help me, I’m fine with whatever you are ma’am.” you touched her arm softly.  

She nodded, “If it’s ok with you, I’d like to help…” 

You nodded, “I uhm… would you like to come over to our home? I’ve got things I need to do today for it, call some people, you could start on some of the basics, flowers, stuff like that?” 

Joel came up, “Do you live here ma’am? If not, you’re welcome to our guest room.” he put his hand on the small of your back. 

She nodded, “I came in from out of town. I have a hotel though.” 

You shook your head, “No, you’re stayin’ with us, cancel your reservation. Reggie would never forgive me if I let you stay in a hotel alone.” you rubbed her arm. 

She chuckled and nodded, “Ok if you insist.” 

Joel cleared his throat, “We insist.” he smiled, rubbing your back softly, and you leaned into him. 

2 days later 

You had called Terrence and his mom called some other friends and family about Reggie’s passing. By the time the funeral came around, about 30 people had shown up to honor and remember him. 

That morning of the service, your alarm went off at around 6 am, you rolled over and snoozed it, covering your head with a pillow and sighing. 

Joel woke and chuckled at your reaction, “Not feelin’ it today?” he said with a voice low with sleep. 

He turned on his side and gently ran his fingers up our bareback when you didn't answer back.

You peeked out from the pillow at him, “This sounds horrible but I can’t wait for this day to be over.” 

Joel leaned his head and got under the pillow, kissing your nose, “I get it, death can be exhausting.” 

You smiled softly and nodded, “Yeah, it's exhausting, I’m just ready to have things go back to normal.” 

Joel kept rubbing your back, “Me too, sweetheart.” 

You touched his cheek and leaned in, kissing him softly a few times, “Can we do something this weekend? I don’t know, go see a movie, go out to dinner, or just get out of the house?” 

He smiled softly, nodding, “We will, already have some plans.” he winked and kissed your lips gently before sitting up and getting out of bed. 

“Wait what do you mean, you already have plans?” you put the pillow off of you and sat up, smiling. 

He chuckled, “Exactly what you think it means, I made arrangements and we just have to do them.” he stood up and started walking to the bathroom. 

You got out of bed and followed him, “What are the ‘arrangements’..." you mimicked his southern drawl and used air quotes, "...can I know what they are?” you stood in the doorway, watching him wash his face, smiling. 

He shook his head and laughed lightly, “Nope, it’s all a surprise.” he looked at you and winked. 

You crossed your arms, and pouted, “You’re no fun.” 

He chuckled and turned around as he dried his face, smiling at you, “How about a small hint?” 

You perked up and nodded eagerly, “Deal, spill it.” you bounced up and down on the balls of your feet. 

“It has to do with the messages I sent you when you were in Delta 42… when I answered your letter back.” he came over and took your chin in his grip and pulled your lips to his, making you dizzy with a slowly deep kiss. 

You blushed and kissed him back, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck until he pulled back, “Good hint, I’m still clueless because that was a lot you sent me…” you pecked his lips. 

He chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, mesmerized by your beauty, “Quiero ser la razón de tu felicidad.” (I want to be the reason for your happiness.)

You looked up at him confused, touching his hand on your cheek, “You already are…” you smiled, trying to find his eyes. 

He smiled and found your eyes, “I know…” he gently pulled you close to his lips, saying just above a whisper, “I just… Eres mi todo…” (You are my everything)

You melted in his gaze and smiled against his lips before threading your fingers through his hair and pulling his lips to kiss yours. 

He kissed you deeply, slowly, like he was taking his time. 

You pushed yourself against him, pressing your chest against his, kissing him more heavily, panting, pulling him by his shirt closer to you. 

He moved his hand down to your waist to pull you closer, pressing you up against the bathroom wall, then moved his hands so he was picking you up by pulling your legs up around his waist, pressing you against the wall. 

You let out a moan and moved your lips down to kiss his neck, fingers combing through his hair and down his bicep. 

He grinned and swallowed, “Fuck…” he groaned feeling you kiss his pulse point. 

You smirked against his skin then you both jumped hearing a knock on the bedroom door. 

“Terrence is here!” 

You groaned and sighed, “T you’re a fucking cockblock…” 

Joel chuckled and put his head against you for a moment, catching his breath, “I’m gonna have to have a word with him…” he set you down slowly and smiled down at you, eyes full of lust and love.

You smiled shyly, “Finish this later?” 

He nodded and kissed you gently, “Always, mi vida…” 

You kissed him back and then shouted back at Sarah, “Tell him I’ll be done in 10 minutes, please!” 

“Copy that.” she said through the door and you could hear her run down the stairs. 

You got ready in your uniform once again and Joel got ready in a black button-down and dress coat with some dark wash jeans. 

You all got to the cemetery about an hour later. You, Terrence, and Maria all in uniform performed in ceremonies such as the 21-gun salute, and Terrence passed the flag to his mom that was taken from his casket and folded in a triangle during a special flag presentation ceremony before they lowered him down to put him to rest. 

Mary asked for you all to speak, and share stories of Reggie. Maria went first, shared memories of Reggie and her playing stupid pranks on you and Terrence, how at first we swore he hated us because when we met him we laughed at his name, for which Maria had to explain the joke between her and you, earning some laughs and smiles from friends and family. 

Terrence chose to go next, he shared stories of Reggie’s bravery, how he always had his head on straight while Terrance would always be the anxious one between the two of them. He shared how guilty he felt when he got to go home and felt wrong to leave him there. He cried as the last time they spoke Reggie mentioned coming to meet Terrence, come crash on his couch… plans that would never come to fruition. He called Reggie his brother from another mother, and that he’d never get over how little time they had together. 

He stepped down and it felt like everyone turned to look at you. 

You swallowed and took a deep breath. Joel was holding your hand and kissed it softly, which gave you what you needed to stand and walk to the podium putting your hat under your arm while you walked up to stand by the microphone. 

You had written some notes and had them on a crumpled paper inside your hand. You uncrumpled it and read through it, remembering what you wanted to say. 

You cleared your throat and exhaled, “Sorry, I’m not a good public speaker, so you’ll have to forgive me if I drop backward up here from pure anxiety.” you chuckled nervously and joked. 

The crowd chuckled and then you looked down at the casket, now lowered into the ground, you teared up and then looked at Mrs. Mackey, “Reggie to me was the kind of person that was willing to jump through hoops of fire for you. He was kind, brave, strong, and like a little brother to me.” 

She smiled and wiped away tears. 

“I uh… I got into some trouble when we were deployed, got into a fight.” you looked down shyly then back up into the crowd, shrugging, “The other guy deserved it, but still... A fight is a fight. You still get a lecture in the army.” 

Maria nodded, remembering, chuckling to herself. The rest of the crowd chuckled and waited for the rest of the story. 

“Reggie wasn’t even there when it happened. But he vouched for me. Told our commanding officer I wouldn’t just fight someone for the hell of it.” you looked at Joel, he smirked, and you smiled, “You had to really piss me off to get what I gave that day.” you chuckled and looked at the crowd, “And that guy…” you shook your head and let out a small laugh, “He tap danced on the wrong nerve that day.” they laughed softly. 

You looked down at his casket after calming your laugh down, “I still got yelled at, but I could’ve gotten a lot worse if it wasn’t for him and his loyalty.” you sighed and tsked your tongue. 

“He was always there for us.” you chuckled and looked at Mrs. Mackey, Maria, and Terrence, “He was for sure the annoying little brother most of the time, pulling pranks on us, hiding our shit, pinning us against each other half the time…” you chuckled and so did everyone else. 

“But he was our little brother…” you said softly, choking up, tearing up, “...and I wish with every fiber in me that I could have changed this outcome for him.” you clenched your jaw and balled up your fists, looking down at the casket, breathing becoming heavy, tears falling. 

You cleared your throat and rolled your shoulders, straightening up, moving around the pulpit, and standing over his casket, “I’ll see you again little brother, but not yet.” you smiled and let a few tears fall. “Keep Z company… and raise a little hell up in heaven for me.” you knelt and took something out of your pocket, a picture of the four of you and Z that you had taken on your disposable camera, setting it on the casket and gently patting it before standing and saluting him for a few seconds then putting your hand down and taking a breath in, closing your eyes for a moment to let it out, “Roohash shaad…” (Rest in peace in Dari) 

You nodded and smiled down at the casket and then returned to your seat, taking Joel’s hand and nodding, letting him know you were ok. 

A few other people shared their thoughts and stories then the pastor said a prayer before they dismissed everyone to leave. 

Mary came over and hugged you, “Thank you for all you did, for making this happen for my sweet boy.” 

You nodded and hugged her, “Please keep in touch. I think Reggie would have wanted that, you know?” 

She nodded, “I will. I will visit often too.” she looked at Joel and winked, “You take care of her, yeah?” 

Joel chuckled and kissed your temple, putting his hand on your back, “I will ma’am…” 

She smiled and then left to say goodbye to Maria and Terrence. 

Joel kissed your temple again and pulled you in for a hug, “What do you say we order some takeout and have a movie night, hmm?” 

You nodded against his chest, “You had me at ordering take out…” you chuckled pulling away as he took your hand. 

He kissed it and then started to walk with you to the truck, smiling to himself, humming softly a song that played on the radio on the way there.

You looked at him and chuckled, you had no idea why he was in a good mood, but assumed it was just because this was all over and you both could get back to your routines. 

You had no idea it was due to the ring he took out from under the bed every night when he got home from work to ‘change’, telling himself he couldn’t just go down to the kitchen and propose, he had a plan, and this weekend, it would happen. 

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Human Radiator

Story Summary -> It's chilly in Wabang, so Rhett is immediately at the beck and call of his girlfriend because she's cold and needs a little cowboy loving to make her feel better.

Tags -> Snow Day, Hand Jobs, Established Relationship, Menstruation, Short & Sweet, Domestic Fluff, Male Simp

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As winter in Wabang progressed, the days got substantially shorter and the temperature monumentally dipped. The nights were fucking freezing, and even with the heating on, the town's inhabitants were in deep need of a warm duvet and fluffy socks for the slightest bit of comfort.

"Rhett! Oh loverboy, your girlfriend is on the phone," Cecilia called out to her son, her sing-song voice ringing through the Abbott household.

He groaned, although he would be lying if he said he was annoyed or anything. He was a loverboy. In every sense he was. Y/N could bring a smile to his face on his most tiring and worn days, a sparkle to his eyes on his most boring days, and a laugh when things seemed bleak or hopeless. Cecilia passed the phone over as soon as Rhett arrived with a knowing smirk. 

Rhett held the receiver up to his ear and put on a gruff and manly voice to greet, "Hey baby...whatcha wearin?" and was swiftly slapped on the arm by his mother. He winced dramatically, despite the fact that it hadn't hurt all that much.

"Why don't you come over and find out?" Y/N flirted back, a grin audible in her voice. She knew she had him wrapped around her little finger already. It always gave her such joy to watch him fall so hard because she was in the exact same position herself.

After Maria had left high and dry, it seemed like all was lost. Until Y/N came along and he was like, 'Oh, everything can be okay again'. She had turned his 'but' to a 'can' and that was all he could ask her for. Now here they were, a couple of months down the line and totally head over heels for each other.

"Gonna need some convincing," he chuckled, with absolutely no bite to his words. 

He was fully convinced already, but still loved teasing her about this. He could picture her face perfectly in his mind, pouting at him through her eyelashes, her tongue poking out between her lips while she bit at them lightly in concentration. A look that usually got him to give in to whatever she wanted.

"I'm cold and need a human radiator." It was snowing heavily outside and the temperature had fallen well below zero, so he knew that was true. Then she added, "And I miss you."

A grin overtook his face; he couldn't help it. Still, he teased, "You saw me last night."

"You don't miss me too, baby?" she said playfully. 

Even though he'd gotten used to hearing her use pet names, sometimes it did make him weak in the knees, and his heart rate skyrocketed. Her voice, low and husky with want, sent chills down his spine, making him think that the air in his room might freeze over from how frigid it suddenly felt.

"Never said that, Darlin." He heard her chuckle into the receiver. "Gimme twenty minutes, and I'll be at your door." And with that, he hung up.

As soon as he put the landline down, Rhett looked over at his mother, who was watching him with an expression of amusement. He raised an eyebrow questioningly, but she merely smirked in response. 

Cecilia was the first person in the Abbott household that had noticed the positive changes in Rhett's behaviour as soon as Y/N came onto the scene and was happy to see them. Of course, Rhett tried to hide those small hints of happiness under his rough exterior, but his mother could see through it. Easily. As far as she was concerned, he was the perfect gentleman around Y/N, and that's all she needed to know. 

"Yvette in the florist has a good deal on camellias, by the way," Cecilia pointed out and hoped that Rhett got the hint. It took him a second, but he understood.

Twenty-five minutes late, Rhett was knocking on his girlfriend's door with a bunch of flowers hidden behind his back. She opened the door with a smile and a faux annoyed, "You're five minutes late, Abbott."

He feigned hurt and replied with a fake pout. "Okay, I'll go back home then. I'll take my ass and the gift I got you right back to my own bed. Goodnight, Y/N," he joked with a wink before heading back the way he'd come. She caught his arm and tugged him inside. There was no resistance on his part; he allowed himself to be dragged into her apartment until he was pressed flush against her front, her breath hitting his cheek, and the door closed behind them. He quickly hung his hat on a hook.

"Hi," she cooed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"Hey," he replied, his hand resting firmly on her waist, his thumb rubbing circles on the soft fabric of her sides as he tilted his head to kiss her softly on the mouth. His fingers gripped the back of her sweater slightly tighter as he deepened the kiss, their mouths moving in practiced synchronicity with one another's. He felt her grip his hair, her nails digging in just slightly, eliciting a moan from his throat and the sound of pleasure being muffled by her skin against his.

Breaking apart for air, they rested their foreheads together. Rhett gazed deeply into her eyes as their breathing calmed down, both of them unable to stop grinning like fools. "Now that's what I call a welcome back kiss," he joked in a raspy voice, gently nudging his nose into hers. She giggled and shook her head, the corner of her lips quirking up at how cute he was.

"Are you gonna give me those flowers or carry on squishing them behind your back?"

"How'd you know these are for you, huh?" He brought the flowers in front of him to hover under her nose. "They could be for Ms. Tatum next door, for all you know."

"You got a thing for old ladies now?"

Rhett snorted, his hand sliding over the small of her back and squidging her closer to him. Their height difference worked in his favour at that moment, as it often did, and he smugly smirked down at her. 

Y/N simply rolled her eyes and reached up to peck him on the lips once more, slyly taking the bouquet he held from his hand to hold up for better viewing while he was distracted. "Mmmm, not bad, not bad, Mr. Abbott," Y/N hummed as she took in the beauty of the camellias. They were gorgeous, all pink and pretty with delicate petals that curled ever so slightly at the ends, and she immediately pulled away to find the vase she always used whenever he got her flowers. 

Once they were sufficiently placed in water and moved to the centre of her coffee table so she could brag to all of her friends that came to visit, 'Oh, these? My boyfriend - you know, the one who seems so gruff and somewhat grumpy at times? - he very frequently buys me flowers because, and I quote, he says, "Pretty things deserve to be surrounded by other pretty things," so yes, I love my cowboy very much.'

When she turned back around to find Rhett leaning casually against her countertop, watching her with amused eyes, she blushed furiously and happily glared, causing him to laugh aloud. "What are you looking at?" she said, trying to keep annoyance in her voice but failing miserably due to the huge smile plastered across her face.

"Am I not allowed to look at my girl? Is that a crime? Am I not allowed to stare at my pretty girl?" he asked, raising his hands defensively and taking an exaggerated step backward, as if to emphasise his point. 

She couldn't resist pulling him toward her once more and planting several kisses all along his jaw and cheek and neck and anywhere she could reach. Y/N giggled as she peppered them everywhere, sending shivers throughout his entire body and a light flush to spread on his cheeks and ears as he grinned from ear to ear and nuzzled into the crook of her neck when he could.

"You eaten?" She mumbled after a while and rested her cheek on top of his hair, closing her eyes as she inhaled the smell that only belonged to him - fresh, woodsy, slightly spicy, and warm all at once. She felt him shake his head against her shoulder. "Lemme make you something, baby."

Without waiting for a response, she gave him a quick forehead kiss and moved to her fridge. "Leftover lasagna sound good?" she called over her shoulder, bringing it out as soon as she heard his hum of agreement and the distinct sounds of him shuffling closer to her. 

As soon as he reached her, his arms were around her waist and his chin on her shoulder, watching as she reheated his food for him. "You're too good to me, Darlin."

"I would argue that you're too good to me, and I'm just trying to repay the favour." Her hand came up to card through his hair absentmindedly, and her lips curled upwards. "You need to let me spoil you once and a while." 

A smile crept across his face at that, and she continued, "Need to take care of my pretty boy."

Every time she called him that, he became a mess of emotions, his chest growing warm and his heart racing. His eyes fell shut briefly as he leaned further into her touch, the smell of her perfume invading his senses, his heart beating rapidly as he tried to calm himself down. It wasn't fair, he thought to himself. 

How unfair was it that her scent could still affect him this way? That her touch still made his heart ache and his blood run hotter than it normally would when she was so close to him? But he wasn't going to deny what had happened. He had gone too far to stop himself from falling for her, and he wasn't about to start denying the feelings that he harboured anymore.

"Love you, baby," he admitted sheepishly, almost shyly into the fabric of his shoulder. The tone in which he had said the words was different somehow. More vulnerable and raw; far too desperate in its honesty for his liking.

"Ah, so we're saying it while we're awake now?"

"I knew you weren't asleep! You little shit!"

She giggled loudly in his ear as he tickled her sides playfully, making her head fall backwards and accidently bump into his chin. Quickly turning around to cradle the point of impact, Y/N kissed the bump and then wrapped her arms around his neck as she looked straight into his eyes, searching his for any traces of doubt. 

When she was assured that he was fully committed, she leaned forward and captured his lips again, a soft and tender kiss between lovers, mumbling against his mouth, "Love you too, handsome."

It was hard for Rhett to pull away once the food was ready, but he was starving. The compromise was that Y/N had to sit on his lap as he ate, her fingers gently playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and humming along to the radio. Once he swallowed a large bite of pasta down and wiped his mouth, he turned to look at her expectantly, a soft look etched on his features. 

"Say it again."

"I love you."

His expression softened even further. "Again?" he prompted. "Please?" She smiled and nodded, repeating the sweet declaration to him again and again throughout his meal, making sure he got every last word memorised by heart. 

And when he was finished, she rose gracefully from the table, picked his plate up, and carried it over to the sink, placing them in the dishwasher with a flourish before coming back to urge, "You just gonna sit there or are you gonna follow me to bed?" she asked, twirling around on her heel and holding her hand out to him. 

He moved so fast to follow behind her, catching up with her and lifting her into his arms as she giggled. They soon reached her room, where he laid her on the bed, his body hovering above hers for a moment before she pulled him into a tight hug, her face tucked into his shoulder. 

They stayed like that for a long while, both of them content to just hold each other, basking in the warmth of their bodies and the duvet wrapped around them. The silence was only broken by occasional whimpers and groans as they moved against one another slowly, languidly, teasing one another and savouring the closeness without breaking the comfortable cocoon they created.

"Do you want to watch a movie or anything?" she finally asked him, breaking the quietness surrounding them and sliding her hands under his shirt to brush her hand up and down his spine lazily.

"Whatever you want, Darlin." 

He sounded out of it and completely lovesick, as if he were intoxicated by her touch or the way her voice made him feel warm inside, and sighed into her neck when she started to trace random patterns into his skin with her nails with the one hand and searching through Netflix with the other. Rhett watched the way her eyes scanned the options, her tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth slightly in concentration, and her brow furrowed in confusion every so often until suddenly, a bright grin lit up her face as she found what she was looking for.

"17 Again?"

"Yup."

Because she'd picked such a good film, he shifted onto his side so he could watch too, propping his head up with one arm as his free hand trailed lazily up Y/N's stomach. The movie had barely begun when the woman beside him shifted closer and snaked one of her legs over his thighs and tugged lightly on his shirt, her hand moving underneath to press against his bare skin, her thumb rubbing circles on his hip bone.

A quarter of the way through, she had to get up from the bathroom, and he made a big stink about it. He was grumbling and whining for her entire pee break, only removing the pout from his face when she returned to their previous position and snuggled back it.

"Thank god, I was getting cold, doll."

Then, as they reached the midway point, she placed an (at first) innocent kiss on his neck and only spiced it up when he let out a groan, his head dropping back against the pillows. He could hardly focus on the film as Y/N nibbled softly at the skin on the exposed part of his throat, his breathing increasing as her hand moved lower and lower until they dipped beneath his underwear. 

Yet she didn't take his cock into her hand. No, she teased the area's surrounding it with featherlight touches. "God, baby, please," he groaned quietly as she worked the sensitive flesh, his head rolling back and forth involuntarily.

A low giggle escaped his lips as she pressed a kiss on his cheek and repeated, "Please, what?"

"Oh doll, don't ask stupid questions," he said breathlessly, unable to hold himself back as she dragged her lips to his pulse point and sucked gently on it, smiling wickedly when he squirmed and bit his bottom lip to stifle a moan of pleasure. "Touch me, baby."

She complied immediately, sliding her hand slowly and deliberately down the length of his shaft before wrapping her fingers around him completely and squeezing tightly, causing a muffled groan to escape his lips and him arching up into her touch with a strangled whimper. The sound only encouraged her to go faster and harder, his head dropping back and his eyelids fluttering closed.

"Feel good, pretty boy?" She whispered, her voice sending shivers down his spine, her breath caressing his heated skin deliciously. 

Rhett wanted to reply to her, but instead, he moaned incoherently when she circled her thumb over his tip. He gripped the sheets so tightly that his knuckles were almost white and his whole body felt tense, his mind filled with nothing more than her touch and the pleasurable sensation coursing through every nerve. His breath grew more ragged and uneven, his whole body taut with restrained desire, sweat beading on his forehead as he struggled to hold back his release.

When she felt the first surge course through his body, she cooed, "Come on, handsome. Let go." 

As he released, his body jerked violently, the sudden release leaving him gasping for air and the tension ebbing away from his frame as it did so. Y/N grinned wickedly as he rolled onto his back, his chest rising and falling heavily as he gasped and caught his breath. 

"Good boy, baby."

Rhett glanced at her with hooded eyes as she brushed her fingers soothingly through his hair. "How do you do that to me?" He breathed in disbelief, staring at her forlornly as though she were the sun shining from the heavens.

"Do what, gorgeous?" 

"Turn me into your bitch." 

While that statement was true, she laughed brightly at his choice of words before raising her hand to her lips to lick the remnants of him from her skin, causing him to groan and squeeze at her thigh in frustration. She was doing exactly what he needed - taking care of him, loving him unconditionally - and she was doing it whilst looking so goddamned sexy. And it wasn't fair! It was all his fault that he wasn't in control of his own body when she did that, not that he ever really wanted to be in control, because it made him happy just being able to watch her do whatever the hell she pleased.

Yet when he tried to repay the favour, she stopped his hand. "I'm okay, baby," she told him with a smile, pushing his hand off of her thigh and resting it atop her stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair, sighing deeply as she focused her attention back onto the movie.

"What's up with you?" he asked curiously, tilting his head to catch her gaze.

"Time of the month."

At that, his eyebrows shot upwards. She chuckled softly and shook her head, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. 

"What? Why didn't you say? I could've gotten aspirin. Could've gotten chocolate. Hot water bottle. A bunch of shit to make you feel better. Are you in pain? Need anything?"

Admittedly, she was in a little pain, but the comfort between them was already more than enough to calm her down. "Rhett, my love, I am fine." Her fingers danced gently along his jawline and across his cheek as she continued to talk. "Besides, you've been working hard today too, remember? You deserve some time to yourself, darling."

"Are you sure? If you need something, I can go get it."

Eyes softening, she cupped his cheek tenderly, watching the small creases form between his brows with a frown as concern settled into them. "Baby, all I need is a few tampons and my big, strong Teddy bear of a boyfriend. I've got both of those, so I'm more than okay." His worried expression melted when she smiled, leaning forward to place a lingering kiss on his cheek. "Just relax, sweetheart. Watch Zac Efron be charming with me."

So, he did. He followed her wishes. He pulled her back onto his chest, holding her close and letting his cheek drop down to rest on her hair, placing a peck on it every now and again until she fell asleep curled up against his body. As always, they fell fast asleep like that, curled up together, their arms and legs tangling as they slept peacefully in each other's embrace. And unlike the many inhabitants of Wabang that were single, they were perfectly warm and snug.

Plus, they would stay that way for longer than either imagined, as when Rhett woke up early the next morning to get ready for another day on the ranch, he very quickly found himself snowed in. There was no way he was passing up this opportunity to spend the entire day as Y/N's human radiator and certified pillow for the rest of the snowstorm.

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Binged the PA reader x Jamie tartt and wondering how she dealt with him in the episode where Roy attached strings to each of them

Strings

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Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

A/N: I love this idea! Let's see, I hope I did your vision justice.

TW: vulgar language

AFC Richmond’s training sessions had always been weird, but this? This was a new level.

Jamie stood in the middle of the pitch, hands on his hips, watching his teammates squirm uncomfortably. Every single one of them—him included—had a string tied around their, well, bits.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Y/N stood a few meters away from the team beside Ted and Roy, arms crossed, staring at the absolute disaster unfolding before her.

That was the curse of being Jamie Tartt’s personal assistant. Sure, most of the job involved handling his schedule, making sure he showed up to meetings, and ensuring his expensive, ridiculous skincare routine didn’t run out of products he insisted were life-changing. But it also meant this. Standing on the pitch, watching him do unbelievably stupid things, and making sure he lived to see another day.

“Now, I know this looks a little unusual,” Ted was saying, “but in Japanese culture, they have a myth that all soulmates are connected by an invisible red string. And those strings are attached to each of their little fingers.”

Jamie looked confused and asked. "Ok, but why is it tied around our dicks then?"

"Yeah, well, you know, that was Roy's idea actually..." Ted grinned pointing at the latter, who looked rather pleased with himself.

Y/N, standing at Roy's side, tried very, very hard not to laugh.

And Jamie, of course, had the biggest smirk on his face.

“Gotta say, coach, this is a new one,” he said, grinning. “What’s next? Gonna tie us all together by our nipples?”

“I mean, that’s an idea,” Ted mused. “But I’d rather not give HR another reason to call me in for a chat.”

“You know, when I signed up for this job, I had a lot of expectations,” Y/N mused, arms crossed as she watched AFC Richmond’s finest prepare for what could only be described as The Dumbest Drill of All Time. “None of them involved making sure my boss didn’t snap his dick in half.” She said rather towards Jamie's general direction than to Ted.

Jamie shot her a grin. “Babe, if my dick’s ever gonna break, I’d at least want it to be in a more entertaining situation.”

She rolled her eyes, biting back a smile. “You wish I’d dignify that with a response.”

“Oh, I do.” He smirked.

Y/N shook her head, biting back a smile as she made a mental note of the flirting. “You know Ted, I'll add ‘involuntary group castration’ to the list of things I never thought I’d witness at work.”

The American just chuckled at that and explained the purpose of the drill further. Something about how constant movement requires constant concentration...

Jamie turned to her again, tilting his head. “Babe, don’t pretend you ain’t enjoyin’ this.”

“Oh, I am,” she admitted. “Mostly because I get to watch you suffer.”

He gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “You’re evil. Thought you were supposed to take care of me?”

“Yeah, well, I draw the line at testicular rehabilitation.”

Ted clapped his hands. “Alright, fellas! The goal is simple—move together as a unit and most importantly, do not break the strings.”

“You break it,” Roy growled, “you suffer.”

The team collectively winced.

Jamie, however, just shot Y/N a wink. “Bet you’d be well devastated if somethin’ happened to my—”

“If you finish that sentence, I won't ever re-order the discontinued brand of hair gel you use, you know that you won't find it anywhere without me.”

Jamie barked out a laugh, but before he could push his luck further, the drill began.

It went badly immediately. As expected.

The moment they took their first synchronized step, Colin tripped over his own feet, yanking poor Sam in the process, which led to a horrifying chain reaction of agony.

“FUCK.”

“OH MY GOD.”

“I CAN’T FEEL MY BALLS.”

Then one team was suddenly attacking and pushing forward. James, the defender whose bits are tied to Jamie's...well bits, started to abruptly run in the opposite direction with the ball.

"James, wait. No No NO, NOOO James. AAAAHHHH."

SNAP.

A sudden ripping sound was heard then Jamie Tartt screamed in agony. Even Y/N and Roy flinched at that.

Bumbercatch picked up the loose string that once was tied around Jamie from the ground in utter shock and winced.

Jamie nearly keeled over, grabbing Dani for support.

A chorus of pained groans rang out across the pitch. Players clutched their private parts in sympathy for their teammate, while Dani only whispered, “Football is life… but sometimes, football is pain…”

Y/N, still watching this spectacle, took a slow, deep breath—

And then lost it.

Laughter exploded out of her, completely uncontrollable. "Oh my god—Jamie—" she gasped, actually bending over as tears welled in her eyes. "That was tragic—"

Jamie, still hunched over in agony, shot her the most betrayed look she’d ever seen. "Oi, you're not supposed to laugh at the person who writes your paychecks!"

"I can't help it!" she wheezed, barely able to get the words out. "This is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life and I've seen 'Hangover' about 200 times."

Ted, ever the optimist, walked towards Jamie and clapped him on the back. "Hang in there, sport. You’ll be fine, good story to tell your kids someday."

Jamie groaned dramatically, still not straightening up. "Dunno, coach, feels like I just lost all hope for future generations."

With that, Jamie pulled the hamstring on his pants to take a look at 'little Jamie'. He nodded toward Dani beside him, to confirm everything was intact.

"It’s okay, his penis is okay!” Dani declared cheerfully as if Jamie hadn’t just seen his entire life flash before his eyes.

Jamie glared at him, breathing heavily. “Dani, I swear on me life—”

Roy, completely unimpressed, scowled at him. "Get your head out of your ass, you’re fine, Tartt."

"Am I?!" Jamie cried. "Am I, Roy?!"

Roy didn’t dignify that with a response just shook his head with a pleased smile. One man's agony is another man's joy or whatever...

Y/N just sighed now, stepping forward and—against her better judgment—placed a hand on Jamie’s shoulder. “C’mon, drama queen, let’s get you some ice before you pass out from the tragedy of it all.”

Jamie, still crouched slightly, turned his big, pitiful puppy-dog eyes on her. “Now you’ll take care of me, yeah?”

She rolled her eyes, but her hand did move to the back of his neck, squeezing lightly. “It is in my job description to keep you in one piece.”

Jamie grinned, even through the pain. “Knew you loved me.”

She shoved him toward the medical bench.

“Shut up and sit down before I let you suffer.”

[tanjamikaelson]

BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER - CHAPTER 32

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CHAPTER 32: | ESCAPING |

You woke up with a heavy groan, your head spinning as you had just woken from a deep, drugged sleep. The ache in your body spread from your head to your limbs, the numbness lingering far too long. Blinking, you quickly realized you weren’t in Rafe’s room anymore. Everything felt foreign—the sway beneath you, the faint smell of saltwater in the air.

Panic rose up as your eyes darted toward the door. Rafe was standing there, his posture tense, gnawing at his fingernails, his eyes filled with a kind of nervous guilt. He knew what he’d done was wrong, but seeing you vulnerable and scared seemed to stir something inside him—something deeper than his usual arrogance.

“Where am I?” you muttered, your voice barely stronger than a whisper.

“On a ship,” Rafe announced, his voice too calm for the gravity of the situation.

“A ship?” You repeated, the shock echoing in your tone. “You literally kidnapped me, Rafe.”

Rafe shook his head, trying to explain himself. “I was trying to do the right thing.”

Your disbelief was palpable, boiling over in your response. “The right thing? This is not the right thing, Rafe.”

“I know, okay?” Rafe moved closer and sat down next to you on the bed. Instinctively, you flinched away from him, your body recoiling from his touch. He stopped, the weight of your rejection settling heavily between the two of you. “I need you,” he continued, his voice soft but insistent. “I couldn’t just leave you, not after what you told me... not if it's the truth.”

“It is,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper but firm. Tears threatened to spill, but you forced them back, not wanting to break in front of him.

Rafe's eyes searched your face, filled with something like regret. “We’re going to Guadeloupe. As soon as we get there, I’ll take you to a doctor, and you can... do whatever you decide.”

Your stomach twisted as you wiped away a tear that had escaped. “I will get rid of it,” you said, bitterness coating your words.

Rafe stayed silent for a moment, his voice soft when he finally spoke. “Okay.” There was no argument, no control in his tone this time. But his silence didn’t comfort you.

“You’re not fit to be a father,” you added sharply, your emotions raw.

He nodded, looking down at his hands. “I know,” he said, his voice tinged with shame. “But I’m trying to change.”

“If this is you changing, I don’t like it.” The sharpness in your tone cut through the room.

“No, it’s not,” Rafe said quickly, his voice almost pleading. “I know this is bad, but—”

You cut him off, your voice breaking, “What will my parents think? They will die from worry...”

The weight of what he'd done suddenly seemed to dawn on him. His face tightened as if the full consequences were finally hitting him. He hadn’t thought about that—about what this would mean for you, for your family.

“Where is Sarah?” you asked, your thoughts spiraling as you tried to make sense of everything.

“She’s in the other room... with Ward,” Rafe said, his words heavy with implication.

“With Ward?” Your head snapped up, your disbelief palpable. "He’s alive?"

Rafe nodded, his expression unreadable. “Yeah, I just found out myself.”

“Oh my God,” you muttered, pressing your palms to your temples as the shock washed over you. “I want to see Sarah.”

Rafe’s expression darkened. “You can’t see her right now.”

“Why not?” you demanded, your voice rising in desperation. “Please, Rafe.”

“I’m sorry, baby, but no,” he said firmly.

“Don’t call me baby,” you snapped, the anger bubbling up again.

“I’ll call you whatever I want,” Rafe shot back, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice. “Okay?”

You glared at him, your heart aching as you stared at the man who had once meant everything to you. “Don’t act like we’re back together because we’re not. And we’ll never be.”

Rafe’s eyes flashed with frustration. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“I mean it,” you yelled, your chest heaving with anger and hurt.

Rafe's patience snapped. “You don’t,” he growled, stepping closer, his presence looming over you. His voice dropped into something more dangerous, more intimate. “Even if you find someone else, all you’ll ever be able to think about is me—my touch, my voice.” His hand slid up your thigh, making your skin crawl as you tensed under his touch. He leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear. “Nobody will fuck you like I do.”

A shiver of disgust and confusion ran through you as you shoved him away. “Stop, Rafe,” you demanded, your voice shaky but defiant.

Rafe smirked, a knowing gleam in his eyes. “We both know I’m right.” He stood up, that smug grin still plastered on his face as he walked toward the door. “Stay here.”

“Don’t you dare lock me in here,” you warned, your voice laced with fear and frustration. But Rafe didn’t respond. He simply left, the door closing behind him with a cold finality that made your stomach drop.

Once again, you were trapped.

•°•°•°•°•°•

After what felt like an eternity, you finally heard the door unlock. Your heart raced, hoping it wasn't Rafe. But it was. He stood in the doorway, his face tense with urgency.

“Come on. We gotta go,” Rafe said, standing by the door, his voice low but commanding.

You stayed where you were, not moving. “Where?” you asked cautiously.

“Somewhere safer,” Rafe responded, but you could sense he wasn’t giving you the full story.

“Why?” you demanded, your tone sharper. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me.”

Rafe sighed in frustration, his patience visibly thinning. “Because someone’s on the ship, and my guess is it’s the Pogues.”

Your stomach twisted as you murmured to yourself, “They came for Sarah.”

“And for the cross,” Rafe added, stepping into the room, his determination palpable. “But I won’t let them have it.”

You looked up at him, pleading. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

Rafe’s expression hardened, his resolve unyielding. “I’ll do whatever is necessary,” he said coldly, grabbing your hand. But his grip, to your surprise, was gentle. “Now, come on.”

You rose reluctantly from the bed, knowing you didn’t want to be part of whatever was about to happen. “Please, don’t kill anyone,” you whispered, the weight of your words heavy in the air.

Rafe said nothing, but the silence was an answer enough as he led you through the ship. Every step you took felt like moving closer to danger, and with each passing second, the urge to escape grew stronger. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you knew you couldn’t stay with him any longer.

In a flash of desperation, you slipped your hand from his and bolted in the opposite direction. “I swear to God, Y/N, if you—" Rafe’s voice roared behind you, but you didn’t stop.

You didn’t know where you were going, but you needed to be faster, to outrun him. Panic fueled your legs as you darted into a small room, your breath caught in your throat as you hid, crouched in the dark. You heard Rafe’s footsteps thudding past, his voice echoing in the corridors as he shouted your name. You pressed your hand over your mouth to stifle any sound, praying he wouldn’t find you.

When the coast seemed clear, you crept out of the room, your heart still racing, your mind focused on getting outside—on escaping. You made your way to the deck, gasping for fresh air, and that’s when you spotted John B, clearly in a hurry.

“Hey, are you looking for Sarah?” you called out, your voice shaky but urgent.

“Yeah, you know where she is?” John B asked, his eyes wide with worry.

You shook your head, the desperation in your voice matching his. “No, but I’ll help you look. I have to get away from Rafe.”

John B’s jaw tightened. “I just had an encounter with him.”

“I can’t let him find me,” you said, your voice trembling. “Please, help me.”

John B nodded, his focus now split between finding Sarah and getting you to safety. “Help me find Sarah.”

Together, the two of you searched the ship until you stumbled upon a horrifying scene—Ward was choking Sarah, his hands wrapped around her throat, his face twisted with anger. Your blood ran cold.

“Get off her!” John B shouted, running up to Ward and hitting him square in the back of the head. Ward collapsed to the floor, momentarily stunned.

“Sarah. Hey, hey, hey, look at me,” John B said, his voice soft and full of relief as he cradled her in his arms. “I got you, okay?”

Sarah gasped for air, her eyes wide in shock. “John B,” she breathed out, her voice trembling.

“I told you I wasn’t gonna leave you, right? I got you,” John B reassured her, his arms protectively around her. “It’s okay.”

As John B exchanged words with Ward, you hurried to Sarah’s side, wrapping your arms around her in a tight hug. You were shaking.

“You’re here. Are you okay?” Sarah asked, her voice weak as she looked into your eyes.

You shook your head, tears blurring your vision. “No. I’m not okay,” you whispered. “Rafe drugged me... he... he kidnapped me.”

Sarah’s expression turned to one of horror, her eyes filling with concern. She hugged you tighter, trying to comfort you even in her own shaken state.

“Hey, we gotta go, okay? I got you,” John B said, his focus now on getting all of you to safety. He grabbed Sarah’s hand and stood by the edge of the ship.

“Come with us,” Sarah urged, grabbing your hand as well.

You hesitated only for a moment before nodding. “Okay.”

“Ready?” John B asked, his voice filled with urgency. “One, two, three.”

The three of you jumped at the same time into the freezing cold water. The shock of it took your breath away as you resurfaced, the icy waves crashing around you. You started swimming frantically toward the lifeboat, and Sarah helped pull you into it, your body trembling from the cold and the adrenaline.

Once all of the pogues were in a boat John B started the engine, and the boat sped away, but all too quickly, the engine sputtered, causing panic to rise among the group.

“He’s pointing at us. Hurry!” Pope shouted, his voice full of fear.

You looked back to see Rafe standing on the ship, a rifle in his hands. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized he was aiming right at all of you.

But then, something changed. Rafe’s eyes landed on you. His hands shook, the rifle trembling in his grip. His expression was filled with pain, confusion, and something else—regret. Tears welled up in his eyes as he struggled with what he was about to do.

He groaned, lowering the gun slightly as the tears spilled over. He couldn’t do it—not with you there. His hand dropped, the rifle clattering against his side as he watched helplessly while you disappeared into the distance, leaving him behind, broken and conflicted.

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Strange New Recruit

CoD x Reader x FNaF

Gender neutral reader

5.6k words

Warnings: death, blood, loss of limbs, violence, implied dead children, annoying side character

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“We're getting another new recruit?” Soap questions Price, sounding deeply irritated. They had semi recently received a new recruit, who, for lack of a better wording, is an absolute pick me girl. She's made their job exponentially more difficult and does nothing but cause problems trying to look ‘cute’. Price sighs, “Yes. It seems Laswell has gotten us a new recruit. I've been told this one is much quieter though. Shouldn't cause us problems.” Soap nods, resigned to the idea of a new irritation being on the team.

Gaz and Micheal soon join the conversation, questioning their captain on the same topic as Soap had just moments ago. Price provides them with the same answer he gave Soap, “We are getting a new recruit. I was told they're more the silent type. They shouldn't cause issues.” The two silently acknowledge his response and decide to just chat until the recruit is brought to them.

Not too long later Lorie walks in, not wearing her uniform properly as usual in an attempt to get attention. Everyone has grown used to her antics and just ignore her and she practically skips over to them. She attempts to grab Micheal's attention by wrapping herself around his arm, but he just gently shoves her off and continues his conversation. Micheal was often more gentle with Lorie despite disliking her similarly to the others due to her looking so damn similar to his sister. He just can't look at her face. Not when all he can see is Elizabeth.

Soon the new recruit I'd brought in by Laswell. Laswell introduces them as Y/N. They nod as if saying ‘that's correct’ in response to hearing their name. The men quickly introduce themselves, shortly giving the new recruit their call signs, garnering a nod in response from Y/N. Micheal does something a little unexpected however. He walks up to Y/N and hugs them rather tightly. Y/N responds apprehensively, not pulling away, but not hugging back either, instead electing to just glare at Micheal's chest as that's all they could see at the moment.

“Y/N! It's been forever! How've you been?” Micheal asks as if he's known them for years. Y/N huffs in response, shifting a little in the tight hug to look up at him with their bland expression. He smiles down at his old friend, “I know you're happy to see me. You don't gotta say anything.” He responds to their little glare, being rewarded with an eye roll from Y/N as the finally relax their face out of its glare. Y/N nods at him quaintly before trying to escape his hug. Micheal quickly lets them go, not wanting to suffocate them.

Lorie scoffs at the sight of the two being so close. She believes Micheal belongs to her, so seeing him so close with someone else gets her pretty riled up. “Why are you so close with them? Huh? What's with that Micheal?” She spits out at the innocent man. Micheal provides a groan as response before returning his attention to Y/N. Lorie continues to have a fit about this before Price pushes her with a finger over his mouth and a glare.

Y/N smirks slightly, deciding this situation to just be silly and ignoring Lorie. They look up at Micheal, meeting his eyes for a second before gesturing with their head they'd like to converse elsewhere, likely somewhere with more privacy. Micheal nods and guides Y/N into a separate room. Y/N swiftly follows him not caring how strange their interaction with Micheal may come off to others.

Once in a more private room Michael closes the door and looks at Y/N expectantly, as if they'd speak. They, however, don't say a word. Instead they pull out their phone and start typing in their Notes app. ‘I've been looking for you. You're hard to find.’ they type quickly, not missing a single letter. This must be how they've been communicating for a while now if they're that precise when typing. Micheal pulls out his own phone, opening the Notes app and responding, ‘why have you been looking for me?’. ‘I have more information on your family.’ ‘what do you know?’.

As Y/N begins to type out what they know they hear someone walking up to the room. They quickly shut off their phone, grabbing Micheal's while it's still in his hand and pressing the off button. They quickly shove their phone in their pocket and push Micheal's hand away to make themselves look less suspicious. Micheal looks slightly shocked but regains his composure quickly as he finally catches on to what Y/N is hearing.

The door is swiftly shoved open by a livid Lorie. The woman appears to be very distraught that ‘her’ man is alone with someone other than her. Michael glares at the blonde while Y/N opts to just stare blankly at her green eyes. As Lorie yells at the pair Y/N just continues to observe her eyes, Y/N thought the woman had very nice eyes, too bad her personality doesn't match them. As Lorie begins to berate Y/N specifically they snap back to attention and squint at her judgmentally. Lorie seems to have not expected that and her yelling dwindles out awkwardly. Micheal snickers a little at the prospect of this noisy girl finally silencing herself while Y/N just smirks slightly, satisfied with themself. Lorie then groans, storming off.

Price seems to have followed Lorie as he soon appears in the doorframe. It's clear he wasn't interested in what she was doing though as his attention is focussed on the silent duo seemingly hiding in the janitor’s closet. He gives them a questioning look before Micheal responds with uncertainty, “We just wanted to chat a bit… that's not bad, right?” Y/N kinda side eyes him, noting how suspicious Micheal sounds. Price raises an eyebrow but seems to let the two off the hook, likely because Y/N is new.

Price begins to leave as Y/N’s phone goes off, causing him to stop for a moment, just out of sight to listen in. Something he wouldn't usually do with his soldiers, but after an interaction like that, he feels suspicion is warranted.

Y/N picks up the phone, not saying a word as they listen to the person on the other end. Price can't hear what's being said over the phone, but he can hear the deafening silence from Y/N. ‘Maybe it's just a telemarketer?’ He then sighs, assuming it really isn't anything that suspicious… until Y/N doesn't hang up. They never hang up on this ‘telemarketer’ or respond. Price's suspicious quickly resurge after his quick bount of relaxation. ‘What kind of person deals with telemarketers like that?’ He questions to himself.

He then hears the call end and what he presumes is Y/N putting their phone back in their pocket. Price then hears footsteps and hastily moves away from the area, hoping the suspicious pair don't notice he was there.

Micheal found it odd how Y/N was unresponsive to whoever called them. He found it even stranger when they hung up and just dropped their phone in their pocket without a word or even a glance at him to signal it was a normal behaviour for them.

Y/N appears to hear… something. They quickly look out around the doorframe, Micheal following shortly after. He sees nothing, but clearly they saw something as they slowly move down the hall. They look around a little before stopping. They shrug their shoulders and turn around to face Micheal. Micheal looks back at them with a quizzical expression, “what'd you see?”. They just blink at him, keeping their expression neutral before walking off. They hadn't signalled Micheal to follow, but at thus point he knew that's what they wanted, so he did so, trying to match their quietness.

Soon he notices Y/N seems to be making their way to an exit. He finds this odd but continues to follow them anyway, hoping his trust in them is still warranted. They did say they had information on his family… whether he wants to trust them or not, they know something he doesn't. Something he should know. Something he wants to know.

He follows their sharp movements, every turn, every step, they sure know their way around this building for someone who just got here. Laswell likely gave them a tour, but no one ever remembers they layout this well on their first day. Did Y/N somehow find out they layout before coming here? How'd they manage that? How do they always seem to know so much? Maybe being quiet really is a skill Micheal should practice more. It seems to benefit everyone around him.

They walk past Ghost and he notes the new recruit’s odd behaviour too. He decides to follow them, not bothering to pretend he isn't, their movements are too precise, too fluid, for him to even attempt to fake just happening to go in the same direction. Soap and Gaz soon join, not sure what's going on but deciding if Ghost is doing it, it must be important. Price watches this happen, standing off to the side a little. ‘Now that is definitely strange’ he thinks as he watches the small crew walk off hastily. He sighs to himself and joins the swift moving crew of soldiers, his curiosity and concern telling him its a good idea.

After a few minutes Y/N exits the building, a small group now following behind them. They stop suddenly, Micheal bumping into them and almost knocking them over. They shoot him a quick glare before crossing their arms and looking at the small group on 141 soldiers that had been following them. They raise an eyebrow, silently asking what they're doing.

Ghost and Price stop quickly after Y/N does, electing to just make awkward eye contact with rather than responding to their questioning gaze. Soap and Gaz take a second longer to stop, having been a little too focused on following to notice the sudden freeze. Gaz awkwardly stands there, his nerves showing as he fidgets a little, avoiding eye contact with the new recruit. Soap however decides to speak, “what’re ye doing? Had us chasin’ ye around this whole building and ye jus’ wanted to go outside?”

Y/N rolls their eyes, uncrossing their arms and gently hitting Micheal's shoulder, side eyeing him to make him speak. Micheal clears his throat quickly, “We didn't tell you to follow us.” he states, not how he'd usually respond, but it seems to have Y/Ns’s attitude in it. Clearly he's speaking for them as they seem not to talk.

Price finally steps in, knowing whatever Soap says next will serve to only further irritate the new recruit, “You've been acting suspicious since you got here.” Y/N gives him a judging look as response. Not wanting to bother with providing him much else they wave him off. They then grab Micheal's wrist and walk off to their car. Price seems offended but decides to not press further for the moment as he watches Y/N drive off with Micheal. Price then turns to the others and directs them back inside for the time being, deciding talking with Laswell would be the most ideal for the current situation.

Price and Laswell have a rather short chat about the situation at hand before she tells him to take the guys and try to track down the new recruit and Micheal and question them. Price easily agrees to do so, rounding up Gaz, Soap and Ghost for the task. They leave quickly, knowing Y/N has likely already driven quite far as they appeared to be speeding when they left a short 15 minutes ago.

Y/N stops at a local shopping centre, making a beeline for a store that sells work clothes. Micheal sits in the car, having been given the silent demand by Y/N earlier with a hard glare and a point. The silent recruit buys a generic maintenance worker looking outfit and leaves the store, making their way over to a hardware store to buy a toolbox and hardhat. They make a point of not taking long, not even stopping to smell the wafts of freshly baked goods as they storm past a quaint little bakery.

They toss their new possessions in the back of their car with little care, seemingly hoping the gear will get a little wear to it. They slam the back door shut in a haste before almost flying into the driver's seat, quickly turning their key and driving off. Michael asks what they're doing but they turn on the radio rather than responding in some tangible way. Micheal sighs, knowing there's no point in asking any questions now, he's already along for the ride.

They soon pull up to ‘Freddy Fazbear’ Pizza Plex’. Seeing the sign makes Micheal nauseated. Memories of his childhood clouding his mind before he hears a snap and sees Y/N’s hand in front of his face. They quickly pull their hand away when they see he's come back to the present. He looks them in the eyes nervously. They look back calmly. “Stay.” they finally speak, their voice sounding dull and unpracticed, almost unnatural. It unnerves Micheal to the core. He knew Y/N before… whatever this is. He remembers how full of life their voice used to be. Now they sound about ready to die. He wonders what happened in the time they spent apart, but clearly now isn't the time for questions.

Y/N speaks again, shortly, skipping unimportant words, “Outside car. Gun. Prepare. Okay?” Michael nods, having understood enough to know what they want. He gets out of the car, holding his gun, ready to shoot whatever has to be shot. Y/N gets changed in the car into the clothes they bought, grabbing the toolbox and getting out. They tap Micheal on the shoulder, seemingly asking for his opinion on the outfit. He looks them over quickly before nodding, hoping that's enough reassurance for his quiet companion.

Micheal stands by the car as he watches Y/N walk up to a side door and knock. Some small kid let's them in before slipping out. Micheal recognizes the kid instantly, it's Gregory… but… he died years ago… he was the one who'd killed him. How is he here?

Gregory walks up to Micheal and smiles at him. Micheal gives him a confused look, prompting Gregory to respond, “I'm who you think I am. Father made animatronics of us all.” Micheal tears up a little, he wants to hug Gregory but decides against it for now, knowing he has to do what Y/N told him to. Gregory seems to understand, likely having aged mentally but being stuck in this child animatronic’s, he’d have an adults mind by now and would understand what's going on. Gregory gives Micheal a quick pat against his thigh as acknowledgement that he's his brother and he's happy to see him again too.

Inside the building Y/N wanders around, searching for something… or someone. They seen to find what they're looking for when a blonde security guard yells at them, asking who they are and what they're doing. They take in a sharp breath, preparing themself to speak in full sentences after so long of keeping their words minimal. “I’m Y/N. The maintenance person. I was told there was something that needed to be repaired.” They say confidently, their voice still sounding a little off, but passable for someone with anxiety or something of the sort.

The blonde nods and responds, “I’m Vanessa. The new security guard. I wasn't informed you'd be here.” Y/N nods, knowing that's what they'd be told, “They never do tell you guys! Your boss is a bit… silly. I've almost had the police called on me a few times because of that.” they joke slightly hoping it'll encourage a sense of safety in Vanessa. “‘My’ boss? Shouldn't he be yours too?” Vanessa inquires. Y/N has a quick response to this, “I’m freelance! I'm just often hired to do things here by your boss because I'm cheap.” Vanessa mulls this information over in her head for a moment before nodding, deciding what this ‘repair person’ said makes enough sense.

“Okay. I'll bring you to what I think my boss wants you to fix.” Vanessa kindly tells Y/N, guiding them over to a small room with a damaged control panel in it. “This controls the lights for the stage shows, it's been broken for a little while and we haven't been able to put the stars on stage.” she explains to them. They nod, “what's with the closet?” Y/N points at the weird side room in the side room. Vanessa shrugs, “I think it's storage.” Y/N eyes the door suspiciously, “I don't think so.” Vanessa looks at Y/N as if they're crazy. They look back as if Vanessa is dumb.

“Open the door.” Y/N tells Vanessa. It's barely a question, more of a demand. Vanessa looks taken aback before nodding and nervously reaching for the door handle. She hesitates for a moment, looking back at Y/N for reassurance. Y/N provides none, instead just raising an eyebrow expectantly. Vanessa gives them a look of dissatisfaction before turning back to the door and turning the handle, pushing it open a crack.

Y/N moves slightly closer to the exit of the room in case something happens… but nothing does. Vanessa pushes the door open a little more. There's nothing.

Until the door starts to move seemingly on its own. Vanessa screams and Y/N’s eyes widen. What appears to be a living corpse walks out with a knife, grabbing Vanessa and slitting her throat. Y/N attempts to escape but gets grabbed by the back of their shirt and stabbed in their lower back. They let out a whine of pain as the knife gets pulled back out and they're thrown to the floor. William steps out of the small office and into the main atrium, the soft glow of neck lights meeting his rotting eyes.

“I’m back.”

As William walks away Y/N slowly sits up. They try to get a look at their wound but find there's no point. They are able to conclude nothing too important was hit as blood isn't gushing from the wound, just seeping. They painstakingly make their way over to a dying Vanessa and gently hold her hand to comfort her. “Sorry…” They whisper out, “You deserved better.” they follow up. Vanessa turns her head to looks at them and smile softly, as if telling them it's not their fault. Y/N frowns for a moment before returning the soft smile, not wanting her to die with any feelings of guilt or dissatisfaction.

Y/N watches as the life drains from Vanessa’s body and gently rubs the back of her hand. Once they're sure she's dead they lay her down and cover her face with a cloth they found in the small closet. They bow their head at her, “Thank you for existing.” they quietly say to the corpse. They sit there for a little while, leaning against the wall, not wanting to leave the woman just yet.

Outside the building Micheal is starting to get worried about how long Y/N has been in the Pizza Plex. He looks down at Gregory who's leaning against the side of the car. “Stay here.” he commands Gregory. Gregory raises an eyebrow at him but nods. Micheal nods back at him, “If I'm not back in ten minutes, call the police.” Gregory nods again and Micheal hands him his phone before walking off into the building through the same side door Y/N had earlier entered through.

Once inside he can smell something rotting. He looks around and quickly spots the living corpse of his father. Micheal ducks down behind a table and slowly makes his way away from where his father is, doing his best to stay out of sight. He soon smells blood and rushes over to the scent. He spots the blonde girl’s corpse and Y/N nearby.

“What happened?” he hurriedly asks in a hushed tone. They glare at him as if it's obvious. Micheal rushes to assess Y/Ns’s injury, grabbing his small first aid kit and begging to bandage them up. They don't fight him on this, but they do elect on their own to snatch the painkillers from him and take two. Micheal lets them do this, knowing they're probably in a lot of pain.

As he finishes bandaging their wound his whispers to them, “what do we do?” Y/N replies by pointing at his gun. They're telling him to shoot William. He has no problems with that. He nods and gets up, reaching out a hand to them. They turn down his offer, wanting to just sit and what for him to get William dealt with as they aren't in a good position to help him. Michael nods understandingly before leaving the room.

Micheal quickly holds his gun up and aims at his father. He takes the shot and hits him in the back of the head. This doesn't seem to stop him but certainly gets his attention. As William begins to speak Michael starts shooting him some more, aiming to take off his limbs instead seeing as he's not gonna die.

It works, he manages to shoot off two of his legs and an arm, effectively stopping him from doing anything further. Micheal then returns to Y/N, this time not offering them help, but just putting an arm around them and pulling them up. Once they're back on their feet they step away from him and he reluctantly lets them go. They seem to walk out of the room fine, calming his concerns a little.

They walk over to William and pick up his knife. “Where is the rest of your family?” they demand, holding the knife to William’s face. William laughs, “They're dead and that boy should be too!” Y/N kicks him, “Tell me the truth!” He gasps at the impact, he looks like he wants to taunt and argue more, but he knows he's at a disadvantage and just sighs resigned, “My old home. My son knows where it is.” Y/N nods.

They walk back over to Micheal, “You heard the man. Let's go.” Micheal gives them a look before speaking, “I haven't heard you talk that much all day.” Y/N rolls their eyes, “Not the time.” he nods in response, “We can't just leave dad here, we need to get rid of him.” Y/N looks over at William, then at the room Vanessa's corpse is in, “We also need to call some sort of authorities to deal with the body.” Micheal nods at that, “What do you want to do then?” “Take him with us” they gesture to William, “And call 911 on one of the phones in the building and report a death.” “Why one of the building phones?” “It was clearly a murder. Don't want it traced back to us.” “Ohh, smart.” “Aren't we on the same task force?” “What's that mean?” Y/N just groans and goes to find a phone. Micheal looks around awkwardly before going to collect his father’s somehow still alive corpse.

Back at the base the guys are all squeezing in Price’s truck as they can't just drive around in a military vehicle to track down some weird soldiers that haven't exactly done anything yet. As they're just about to leave Lorie pulls open the back door and sits herself in the middle seat. Everyone groans as they hear her buckle herself in. Normally they'd tell her off but they decidedly don't have the time for that so they just accept it. Price starts driving, everyone on the lookout for Y/N’s car as Lorie yaps about unrelated things, trying to cuddle up with Gaz and Soap in the back seat.

Eventually they find Y/N’s car in the parking lot of the Pizza Plex. They pull up near it and see a small boy standing beside it. Price puts his window down and calls out to the boy. The boy looks up at him unamused, “What do you want?” “Have you seen the owner of that vehicle you're leaning on?” “I can't hear you! Get out of the truck!” Price groans at the but parks the truck anyway and gets out, the others joining him. Usually they wouldn't have done this, but it's just some kid, he's likely not a threat.

As the guys walk up to the boy he smirks at them, “What's your question then?” Price repeats his earlier words, “Have you seen the owner of this vehicle?” he points towards the car the boy is leaning on. Gregory laughs, “Yeah. Why?” “Just… looking for a friend.” Price replies. Gregory laughs again, “No ya aren't!” Price sighs, “And why aren't we?” “When are military men ever just ‘looking for a friend’? You should probably leave soon anyway. Police will be here soon.” Gregory advises. Price looks shocked, “Why’s that?” Gregory gives him a sinister look, “Heard there was a murder.” All four men give Gregory a shocked look. Gaz speaks worriedly, “Do you know who died?” Gregory shrugs, “Not Y/N or Micheal.” Soap then interjects, “Did they kill the person?” Gregory shakes his head in response, “Nope.” the guys let out a sigh of relief at that.

Lorie groans, “Why are we wasting time on some whiny brat? If they aren't here can't we just leave?” Ghost shoots her a glare while Soap replies, “the kid’s been more use than you have so watch your tongue.” She lets out a gasp and puts a hand on her chest, “What do you mean!?” Gaz rolls his eyes and Price tells her to be quiet. She begrudgingly shuts her mouth.

Gregory coughs to get everyone's attention, “I can bring you to them if you want?” Price nods, “That’d be greatly appreciated.” Gregory then gladly says “Follow me!” making a gesture for them to follow him as he walks unto the forest. They guys all look at each other quickly before following the kid. Lorie trails behind with an annoyed expression plastered on her face.

At the house Micheal finds the spare key easily as he once was an occupant of this now abandoned residence. He opens the door and gestures for Y/N to go inside. Micheal soon follows behind, dragging William along with him. Y/N plops down on a chair, dust flying everywhere, making the now trio cough. As the dust settles they too settle into the chair they've thrown themself down on, taking in the look of the old house. Once upon a time they used to come here to play with their best friend Micheal Afton… now they're here with him again, this time to dispose of his father.

Micheal leaves for a few minutes and Y/N hears a loud mechanical sound that slowly descends away. They look up tiredly as Micheal returns. “When do you think they'll get here?” they ask him quietly. “Who?” “The others. They're kinda after us.” “How do you know that?” “You're just asking now?” “Was there an earlier time?” “When I asked your brother to stay with my car?” “Yeah… why did you do that?” “You're still as slow as ever.” “Hey!” “I asked him to stay with the car so he could tell them where we're at.” “Why would you want them to find us?” “They'll completely lose trust in us if we just run away and come back. If we show them the truth they'll understand.” “Guess so.”

Gregory directs the guys to his childhood home, answering any questions with short answers, not sure how much he's allowed to tell. As he walks up to the door he sees its unlocked and goes to open it. Price stops him, “Are you sure, kid?” Gregory nods and turns the door handle, swinging the door open to the sight of Y/N on the dusty old chair. Gregory walks over to them and sits on the floor beside the chair. Y/N looks up at the guys and greets them with an almost unsettling smile given the situation.

“Come in. Close the door behind you.”

They guys are hesitant but decide to come inside. They look around to see if they can find Micheal but he can't be seen immediately so they give up and sit down on some of the other dusty furniture in the living room. Lorie sits on a single person chair, more or less in the middle of the room, as if she's the man of the house. No one really takes note of this though, not caring much for seat placement when in such an unnerving place.

Gregory seems at ease in his spot on the floor, having moved a little closer to the table in the center of the room. Y/N also appears pretty relaxed, they've clearly been here for a little while. Price clears his throat, “So, what's going on?” he inquires to Y/N. Y/N just looks over at him, then slowly scans across the others. “Just trust me. Please.” The guys seem reluctant, but given the situation, they have no other choice. Lorie on the other hand outright refuses and calls Y/N crazy. Y/N just sighs, deciding to just ignore the crazy woman.

Micheal soon returns with a platter of candy. He sets it on the table, offering it to anyone who wants it. Most, however don't, as the house looks very old so it's likely the candy is too. Micheal seems to not care much and pops a piece in his mouth anyway. Y/N seeing Micheal not look like he's suffering immediately after eating one of the candies takes one for themself. It's just hard candy, could survive nuclear fallout though. Gregory looks like he wants some, but he's no longer human enough to eat so he just plays with a candy, spinning it against the table with one of his fingers.

Soon an eery echoing starts and progressively gets louder.

“It's me.”

The voice says over and over again as the sound refracts around the room.

“It's me.”

“IT’S ME!”

Then a small ghost appears. A child. It's peaking just over the arm of the chair Y/N is sitting on. Usually one would scream at this, but after today's events, Y/N just calmly looks to the child. The guys gasp quietly while Lorie let's out a shrill scream which warrants glares and side eyes from everyone in the room. Micheal was more scared of Lorie’s scream than the ghost child, seeming to recognize the young soul and smiling kindly at them. Gregory gives the ghost child a big smile, definitely knowing them well.

The child speaks, “I'm Cassidy… Thank you for bringing my killer to justice. We all thank you.” Their voice sounds like a whisper being guided around by a light breeze.

Y/N nods at the child, “It's nothing. You deserve justice. We were all glad to help.” They gesture vaguely at everyone in the room. Lorie gasps at this, “I did not help with your crimes!!” Cassidy glares at Lorie, but nods in acceptance, “Thank you to those who did help. You are free to leave.” Cassthe's spirit then phases away.

Micheal gestures for the guys to leave and they do swiftly, not wanting to hang around this haunted house any longer. Lorie goes To get up but Y/N pushes her back down. “I tried to help you, but you sealed your own fate.” Y/N then walks away, Micheal and Gregory following behind them. Gregory closes and locks the door behind him, hiding the key back where Micheal had earlier found it.

Y/N claps to get everyone's attention, “Alright. Let's get back to the base!” The guys all give them a look. They look back, “What?” “What's gonna happen to Lorie?” Soap questions, less out of concern and more out of curiosity. Y/N gives him a look, “I think you already know.” Everyone nods in understanding.

Back at the base Price tells Laswell they cleared Y/N and Micheal's names, but knowing he'd sound crazy he doesn't explain how. Laswell does question this but he just requests she trust him. She sighs and nods, deciding there's no reason to distrust Price of all people.

Everyone is all sitting together in the common area and Ghost decides to ask the big question, “So, what the bloody hell was that?” Y/N, Micheal and Gregory all start trying to explain it in their own way, talking over each other and presenting a jumbled mess of nonsense. They three of them all stop for a moment and land on something quick and easy.

“We have no idea.”

The three then start laughing about it and Ghost rolls his eyes, but has a smile under his mask, just happy everyone is alright. Gaz looks confused while Soap finds their conclusion funny and laughs along with them. Price does the dad sigh, crossing his arms, shaking his head and smiling a the trio. He's glad everything turned out okay.

☆Story End☆

[amerricanartwork]

ok fine since you asked so nicely

*provides more cookies*

dont eat too many or else you'll become round

or- roundER anyway

Now that's what I call answering two asks with one post! Featuring more silly superstructure creatures!

Okay, in all seriousness, while I decided to go with the silly and very non-canon drawing idea, if you don't mind I would actually like to leave some ideas related to these asks in a more serious manner with rough descriptions of how I think the Local Group would react if they were offered them some cookies! This is assuming it's the puppets you're talking to, since I actually do have concepts I plan to employ in my AU for a hidden mechanism allowing the iterators to legitimately consume and gain energy from organic matter as "food" when they're off-the-string. If you don't care for these, I don't mind, but they just popped into my mind in response to this ask, and I couldn't resist adding them too!

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Looks to the Moon: "Oh, don't worry about me. All I want is to know you and the others have had enough for yourselves, and that you enjoyed them! I'll simply take whatever is left." — Looks to the Moon sees it as her duty to always look out for others first, so if the Local Group were offered any kind of gift, she'd first make sure everyone else got a satisfying share of it, even if it meant she had to miss out. Though she would be rather tempted by the delicious smell of baked goods, the growling of her stomach, and the curiosity to explore something she's heard of and observed many times yet never tried herself before, she'd tell herself (once again) that sacrificing her own satisfaction for others' is The Right Thing To Do™, and therefore she should be glad to give up all the treats to her friends if that was what made them happy. It's perhaps only Sig who would be able to convince her to try some for herself or save her some in secret, at which point she'd savor every bite once assured it was just the two of them and she was allowed to indulge herself without guilt.

No Significant Harassment: "Hey guys! You've gotta try some of these! They smell so good, don't you think, Pebbles?" — Even if he isn't the one who actually makes the cookies himself — whether purely to see if he can, or as some sort of prank towards a friend — if Sig ever managed to obtain some cookies he'd be the first to try them out. Though being a considerate and amicable person who highly values his good relationships, he'd waste no time in sharing them with his friends, making sure to take no more than his fair share. If he were sharing with just the Local Group, he'd definitely make some time to tease Pebbles, Suns, and Wind about their refusal to try them by waving them in their face, making exaggerated noises while savoring the taste, and doing anything else he can to really emphasize just how much they're missing out. But even more so, he'd be the one urging Moon to get some for herself before they're gone, reassuring her that she deserves to enjoy them just as much as any of the others do. And heck, if half the group isn't gonna get any, it would make those three more "happy" for the two of them to eat the rest themselves and rid their friends of the bothersome treats!

Five Pebbles: "Cookies? What use do I have for these? Even with the mechanisms to consume food, I have better means of getting sustenance than to resort to something so useless, yet dangerously addictive. If you were an intelligent creature, you'd dispose of them as well." — Even after he discovers that iterator puppets can consume food, Pebbles is far from happy about it. He already wants to minimize the frequency and amount with which he has to eat, and the thought of succumbing to the Fourth Karmic Urge from a sugary food that's especially easy to overindulge in, combined with Sig's unrelenting teasing reinforcing the "danger" of indulging in the cookies, would be more than enough to make him quickly yet firmly reject it. He would stay committed to remain "above" the simpler creatures of the world who would gladly gobble up such an offering in an instant, no matter how enticed he too would be by the scent and delectable appearance or how much hidden envy he'd feel from seeing the others enjoying them.

Seven Red Suns: "I cannot believe it! You truly thought a divine being like myself would ever succumb to the temptations of a small confection? It's clear you've lost sight of the Great Problem! Quick, we must provide you a new means of sustenance to cleanse you of your worldly attachment to these treats!" — Suns is perhaps even worse than Pebbles when it comes to "worldly attachments". Not only would he immediately refuse the idea of betraying Transcendental Ascensionism by indulging in something so basic, yet so easy to grow overly attached to, but he'd give anyone who offered them a long lecture about how they must have succumbed to "sin" and "temptation" to even have thought about giving him some, then try to be their savior by urging them to "separate" from these attachments. He would demand they not just immediately throw away every one of the cookies, but that they permanently revoke any and all but the most light, plain, and flavorless forms of sustenance from their diet as soon as possible, if not also immediately. And while he would definitely be slightly less condescending and forceful on the surface with them, don't think the Local Group would be spared if he caught any of them enjoying cookies either. Most likely he and Sig would end up in an argument about it, with Sig teasing and exploiting the flaws in Suns's logic and Suns doing his best to maintain his assertion that cookies will doom all but the very highest of creatures to suffer in the Cycles forever.

Chasing Wind: "... You disturbed me for these? Is that all?" — Chasing Wind would be utterly unimpressed by an offer of almost anything that isn't a rational solution to an important problem, which includes cookies, and would be unable to understand why Sig — and Moon, once she'd pick up on it — seems to enjoy them so much. In fact, she'd most likely assume it was a prank from him, yet either way would be mad at whoever else interrupted her work just to bother her with something so "useless" and unimportant. Perhaps the only reason she'd even try them would be if someone were to be especially annoying and beg her over and over to give them a try, after which she'd give it one taste and consume one piece just to shut them up, remain utterly unimpressed and additionally upset at the anticlimax, and scoff before returning to her previous work, with a mental note to ignore future inquiries from whoever had the audacity to waste her time with cookies, of all things.

Unparalleled Innocence: "Those look really good... Uh, um... I-if it isn't, I mean... I hope it's not bad... but, uh... c-could I, um... could I have one...?" — Innocence is always curious about new things, and would probably be the first of the Local Group to notice and take interest in the cookies as soon as she sees them or smells them. However, her biggest problem would be working up the confidence to try one for herself, fearing that the rest of the Local Group would be too busy indulging themselves to even hear her ask for some, let alone actually agree to share some with her of all people when they could just as easily continue sharing them amongst themselves. It'd probably have to be either Sig or Moon explicitly giving her permission to take some (and then to take more than one) to convince her to actually try one. Though rest assured, of all the Local Group she'd perhaps savor them the most of all, having read stories about such treats countless times and simply cherishing the chance to finally experience their deliciousness for herself.

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Once again, this was just something that came to my mind after seeing these asks, but I thought it was cute! I hope to get back into the swing of making longer posts about my headcanons and whatnot for these characters! Regardless, I hope you enjoyed this!

[unp0pularl0nerkid]

Changed My Approach (Last Part)

Link to Part 3.

Love is like a drug, it’s addicting and sometimes it can lead to terrible withdrawals. ;)

Meanwhile, Jason had popped up at Dicks house almost immediately the next morning. As soon as Dick walked downstairs, he jumped when he saw Jason at the counter. “Jesus Dude! Warning next time.” He yelled, putting his hand over his heart. “Sorry.” Jason said, clearly not sorry. “I need to talk…to you.” Jason said. “Talk to me? Aw! Brotherly bonding. We should take a picture and send it to the family group chat!” Dick said. “Don’t push it.” Jason scowled. “Okay what’s up?” Dick asked while holding up a coffee mug and pointing it towards him. Jason just shook his head no. “What’s wrong with me?” Jason mumbled. “There’s a long list, where do you want me to start? The apparent daddy issues or..?” Dick chucked. Jasons face made the laughing stop immediately. “ It’s (your name). She’s literally all up in my head and ever since I met her, I can’t do what I normally do. I can’t sleep around, I can’t think straight. It’s so annoying.” He sighs.

“Dude you like her, it’s so obvious! Well.. maybe you love her.” Dick says. “N-“ Jason starts but Dick cuts him off. “Don’t even try to protest. You haven’t been sleeping around, you’re clearly in better moods, you come by more often. You’re literally talking to me right now. If she called you right now and told you that she needed candy from a baby, you’d already be on the road before she even hung up the call. You’re so whipped it’s almost hilarious. But what happened that made you come to me?” He said.

Jason just stared. Taking his words in little by little. Love? So this is what that feelings called. But there’s no way. “I have to go.” He said getting up abruptly. “Where are you going?” Dick yelled following after him “I don’t know, anywhere but here.” Jason said before getting on his motorcycle and driving off. Dick blew up his phone repeatedly before getting a response hours later. He’d gone to starling city to clear his head. He’s not sure when he’d be back and he wants Dick to check up on (your name).

It’s been a week since the drunk incident with Jason. He hasn’t read any of your messages or returned any of your calls. You literally feel hopeless, like you’ve destroyed something good. After discovering that you’re in love with him, you just have to tell him how you feel. You text dick and ask him what he’s up to on Saturday. Dicks responds nothing and asks you to meet at your usual spot to chat, since it’s been a long time. You say yes, even if you look like hell and back right now. Before you stop texting, you ask dick if he’s heard from Jason. He said Jason went on a trip and he’s not sure when he would be back. You sigh at your phone in defeat before saying goodnight and turning it off.

You never smoke, it was something that you never found appealing, yet here you are buying a cigarette pack and heading back upstairs to your apartment balcony. I can’t believe it, one wrong mistake and I screwed it all up, You thought. You’ve made a name for yourself here, so you can’t let this situation bring all of that down.

So you decide to send him a goodbye voicemail. “Hey, it’s me. I know you’re ignoring me and you probably hate me or think I’m weird. I didn’t mean to run you out of the city though. But seriously who do you think you are? Just because your some big name hotshot, you can’t just go ghost after making me a pinky promise. The least you could’ve done was talked to me like a man about it. So yes, Im hurt. Hurt as fuck actually because I really like you Jason, and you just took my heart and ran literally. But, I know how to take a hint.. now. Bye.” And you hung up and the weight on your chest is still just as heavy if not heavier because you will never know how Jason is feeling. So you head to bed, letting the sleep give you the comfort your heart will never feel.

The next day, you still look like shit buy you can’t bail on dick. Looking in the mirror all you can do grimace at the your face. Your eyebags are so dark and sunken and your eyes are puffy. Your face is slightly thin and it has this pale cast. No longer are you shining and shimmering. It’s replaced with a hollow of what used to be you. So you apply some makeup, extra concealer under the eyes and a bit of perfume. Your fit is some baggy washed jeans with a cheetah print sleeveless top and a brown leather jacket with brown somas.

And you head off to meet Dick and Ms. Grundys. You immediately see him at a table with your favorite drink. You wave to Ms.Grundy and sit down. “Woah..you look..” He trailed off. “Like a train wreck” you softly smile taking a sip of your match latte. “Don’t tell me it’s because of Jason” he said with a look of disappointment. All you could do was shrug and look out the window, tears building at just the thought of his name.

“Tell me what happened.” He says. So you do. You tell him about how close you’d gotten, and how you were depressed and got drunk and he came over. How he’d been so concerned and it made your heart flutter and he’d treated you so gently and with respect. He reassured you and you kissed him and at first he’d kissed back. Then he made you a promise that yall would kiss again sober so no one would regret it. And how from that day, you never spoke to him again. You talk about how you reached out and had zero response and left a voicemail about your feelings and that was that. “Wow” He said “Yeah, what can I say…I love him” you smiled but there was nothing but sadness filling the void.

“Okay, this feeling sad for yourself has go to stop. Your amazing and gorgeous, and his fucked up issues (believe me there are a lot) is not going to bring you down. Yes, it hurts but just like everything else time will tamper it. So go to a pottery class or do some pilates and get your head out of the gutter. You’re amazing, and even if he’s out of his right mind and clearly in his left, he knows that too. Im sorry, I wasn’t there before and I didn’t realize how bad this was affecting you.” He said softly. “No Dick you’re amazing, and honestly so was that speech because you’re about to make me mess up my makeup” You laughed. “Tell me about you though. No more talking about me” You said. So he talked about the family, and how he met a new girl on his business trip named kore and how she’s amazing. At the end of the day you both say your goodbyes and part.

Dick immediately gets into his car and calls Jason, who of course is not answering. So he calls Barbra and asks for Roy Harpers number, in less than ten minutes, Dick is dialing for Roy. Who answers after the second ring. “Hello?” He says gruffly. “Put Jason on the phone, I know he’s with you.” Dick says. “Yo?” Jason answers confused. “You bastard! You absolute piece of shit! I should’ve know when you showed up to my house that something was wrong. I should’ve know to immediately call (your name) after you left because of course you left her broken. What the absolute fuck is wrong with you? You’re telling me you hangout with someone and don’t even text the next day to make sure they’re safe? She was crying, you dickhead. She was crying and depressed and she feels guilty because she feels like it’s her fault. Look at your god damn phone and go through your fucking voicemail. She said she left you a message. So how about you get over feeling all confused come back and give her a real apology!” He seethed and hung up without a second thought. Sigh. He loves Jason but sometimes he’s so clueless.

Dick was right, you need to get out of your head. So you change into a dark red leggings set, throw your hair in a puff and take your Stanley to the gym. You immediately check in and head to Pilates. The workout was intense, and all of your limbs are going through it but it was what you needed.

As you walk out, you immediately notice the rain. “Oh my gosh, Im gonna have to make a run for it” you mumbled. Bracing yourself for the extra workout. As you start walking outside, instead of rain, you look up to see a red umbrella covering the sky. “Here.” The somewhat familiar voice whispers. It can’t be.. you thought. You turn around so quickly you almost fall, until a familiar hand is grabbing at your waist. “You..” You trailed off whispering. “You bastard! How dare you show up with an umbrella and look all cute and be all helpful. Did you even read my voicemail? Do you know what you did to me? Do you even know how I felt? These past few-“ and you’re immediately cut off from your ramble by him leaning forward to kiss you. And you don’t know what to blame the fact that you let him. The love? Nostalgia? But your heart was pounding as you let yourself melt into the kiss. But just as quickly as it started, he finished it. He left his forehead touching yours and whispered “Can we talk? Please” He sounded almost vulnerable. At that moment your voice was gone. All you could do was nod and start walking.

“So talk.” You say sternly. “Just because you kissed me doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. Where were you? Actually scratch that why didn’t you call me? Why did you disappear..?” You spoke. “Im sorry. Im sorry I ghosted you and literally left town. I went to see dick because my mind was racing and he said something which just kind of freaked me out, so I left town. I heard your voicemail.” He said glancing at you. Finally noticing the dark eye bags and the pale face, the worries and the tears that look almost two seconds from falling. He forced himself to look away.

“Im not good with this. Ive never been one to let my guard down, or even develop feelings. You make me feel so comfortable. You drive me crazy doll. I know I have my flaws and I can’t even begin to express how sorry I am, but I know how I feel about you. Im in love with you. Which is crazy because I doubt you feel that way for me now, but if you’ll give me the chance-“ He stopped, noticing that you had stopped walking a while ago just standing in the rain.

He rushed over and put the umbrella back over your head. “You’re gonna get sick doll.” He said. “Jason, I do love you. I am in love with you. We both have flaws and nobodies perfect. But you hold me down. You’re my safe space and my person and if you let me I want to be that for you” You said. “Of course” And finally, you took the sides of his face in your hands and leaned on your tip toes to kiss him. Lips automatically connecting. He dropped the umbrella and pulled you in by your waist. Tongue darting out as if it was asking for permission, which you clearly granted. This went on for what felt like eternity before pulling away.

He immediately picked you up with the umbrella in his other hand and started running. “Jason!” You laughed. “I promised you that the next time we kissed I wouldn’t pull away. “I love you baby” you said. “I love you more doll” He said. “Promise?” You spoke softly. “Promise” He said.

Okay so that’s it..honestly can everybody have a friend like Dick? I actually loved writing this part..hope you like it! And i know that some people will hate on Jason because i mean .. cmon. But he’s not used to it. Also i was listening to pretty little fear by 6LACK and i totally think Jason would blast this.

Some aesthetics: ——>

[stupidlovepurplepeace]

Phantom: The Ghostly Hero

    Amity Park USA, 2007.

Most of the town gathered at Casper High School, ready for the graduation to start. All the watchers sat in the bleachers, everyone sitting with their friends and family, waiting for the young adults to walk out and get the show on the road. They were all chattering excitedly about the ones they were there for. 

“I’m just so proud of him, Dash has done so well this year,” one cried.

“Yeah, because he finally started doing his own work,” another mumbled, quietly.

“They’ve all grown so much!” Someone shouted, loudly.

“Where are they? This itinerary says it was supposed to start 6 minutes ago,” was grumbled out.

“Everyone be quiet! They’re coming out!”

The crowd quieted down as the first kids came into view. All the soon-to-be graduates walked onto the field in alphabetical order by last name. As they sat, Principal Ishiyama took the stage. 

Once everyone had sat, she tapped the mic and cleared her throat gently, “Hello and welcome to Casper High School graduation of 2007!” The crowd cheered, and there were some chants of various students' names. Most who heard their name ducked their head, embarrassed, but Dash and Paulina stood and waved to the crowd. Principal Ishiyama laughed, “Quiet down, everyone. Please, let’s welcome this year’s valedictorian, Mikey!”

As Mikey walked up to the stage and began his speech, Danny and Tucker leaned closer to each other and quietly chatted. Soon, Mikey finished and walked back to his seat to the applause from the crowd. The principal took the stand again and quietly waited for the noise to die down. She began to call up more people to make speeches, and Danny zoned out for all of them. He only started paying attention again when Tucker tapped his leg, they stood and walked to the stage and got their diplomas. He zoned back out as soon as he sat down, thinking about what was going to happen after graduation. 

All his friends were going to be going off to college, or getting jobs. They got to choose what they wanted to do, and where they wanted to go, but Danny had responsibilities in the Zone. He had defeated Pariah Dark (and Dan but that was an alternate timeline so he didn’t think that really counted in this instance) so he was the ruler of the Ghost Zone. When he’d first defeated Pariah at 14, Clockwork had helped convince the Observants that Danny was too young to take the throne, but that only put them off until he turned 18, so he’d been pushing them off for months so he could graduate first. But now he’d graduated, so he had to spend the next few years learning how to be king, and fixing all the things Pariah had messed up. He had thousands of years worth of paperwork to do once he finished his training. 

As the graduation finished and everyone started outside to head home, Jazz walked over to Danny, their parents in tow.

Jazz leaned in for a hug, “I’m so proud of you,” she whispered to him.

Danny hugged her tighter as he tried to stop the tears from starting. Their parents quietly wandered over from where they had been pretending to not listen in and joined their hug. They hugged for a while before Danny reluctantly pulled away. 

“I have to go, Clockwork will be here any minute.” 

“Will we be able to visit you?” Their mom asked desperately, “Or maybe you could come visit us?”

“I’m not sure if you could come into the Zone, Walker might arrest you, but I bet I could come visit you guys,” Danny replied uncertainly. 

“Make sure you visit Dann-o,” their dad said, uncharacteristically quiet, “we love you.” 

“I love you too,” he hugged them again. As they pulled back apart, Danny looked behind them and saw Clockwork. “I’ll see you soon, I promise.” He shuffled over to the door and they left for the Zone.

And that's all I ended up writing for class. It's not a lot and it's not very good but I'm not a writer so that all I got

Danny Phantom x My Hero Academia writing prompt

The premise (what's written in my notes)

Danny Phantom x My Hero Academia. Immortal (Ghost King?) Danny. Izuku can see ghosts. 

So in that ghost hospital episode (Danny Phantom), a bunch of Casper High kids got ghost powers but they lost them at the end of the episode. What if one of them moved to China, had a kid, and it's the glowing baby (My Hero Academia)?? What if they were the reasons quirks started??? 200+ years later, Danny comes out of the Ghost Zone to see what's going on in the living realm and sees people with powers everywhere! He sees that there are professional heroes and decides to become one (protection obsession?). He isn't the most famous, but he loves his job and moves countries every few years. He starts in America and then moves to Canada, or Brazil, or England. Izuku is born and can either see ghosts immediately (mutation in his eyes like Yuuei Survival Guide) or gets his quirk at four or whatever. Danny goes to Japan. Izuku grows up seeing ghosts and being seen as weird and/or called a fake/liar but still wants to be a hero and goes to UA (IDK if he gets One For All). At the sports festival, it's announced that Izuku can see ghosts so Danny sends him an internship invite. Izuku accepts because he didn't get too many and this guy seems cool. Shenanigans ensue?

Feel free to use if you want (please tag me if you do). I'm gonna write something for creative writing class but idk if I'll post it

[red-dyed-sarumane]

if ur "hear me out"s include human characters i'm assuming u have absolutely no idea what ur doing and have misunderstood the assignment completely