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Part two of mafia nat???

Title: The Oversight [Part 2/7]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Wordcount: 3079

Warnings: Hostage situation, brusing, mentions of child abuse, horrible grammar, and Quiznos

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“The usual, sweet girl.” You set the plate of pancakes down in front of Veronica. A happy face was painted against the golden surface with whipped cream, with cherries and two slices of bacon divided perfectly for hair. Your daughter never seemed to grow tired of the meal and would swallow down a glass of milk with just a bit of strawberry syrup.

Despite having completed the maze on the back of the kid’s menu at least a dozen times, she remained infatuated, kicking her feet back and forth as the orange crayon made its way through the boldened lines.

You tentatively moved a lock of brunette hair from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. “Eat your food, kiddo. Big day tomorrow.”

Veronica nodded and started to fork down the smiling face. She didn’t speak much, a few words here and there, and that worried you enough to take the day off from work. You had found a speech therapist right outside of the city that accepted your HMO plan with enough fervor that you made the soonest appointment you could.

While you worked hard to shield Veronica from the life that you were determined to break away from, you were distressed. Kids were smart, they didn’t’ get enough credit. You were sure that she noticed the only meals she ate was at this diner and at school. The way that you were here all the time, dressed in the same uniform stained with ketchup and coffee. The way you fell asleep on the second-hand sofa for a few hours at a time.

“She your kid?”

While your back was turned, mind rushing with intrepid thoughts, someone had sidled up against the counter with an empty white mug, its mouth flipped to the ceiling. The blonde looked innocent enough, if not in despite need of the coffee she was asking for. Her accent was thick. Russian or Ukrainian, nothing you could fully place.

“She is a very good artist.” She tapped her finger against the orange drawing of a sunset in the corner of the placemat. “A lot of talent in this one.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the compliment, picking up the coffee pot. The blonde nodded and smiled back as you poured her a cup. “She gets it from her father.”

While you weren’t entirely sure that was true, you did know that the talent wasn’t from you. You never had the artistic eye. Veronica, on the other hand, was a quiet force to be recon with when it came to art. Even at a young age, you knew whole-heartedly that she had a future in it if she stuck with it.

“That so?” The woman took a long sip of her coffee, not flinching at the heat. “She should keep going. It’s important to have something to hold onto.”

The memory flickered in our mind as you drifted in and out of consciousness. It could have been a day, or a week, and your heart ached just as fiercely for your daughter as it always had. She would be in safe hands for now, you were sure. Your sitter knew about your devoted love, your resilience to make sure that Ronnie was okay. You were all she had, and being tied to a chair until your muscles felt like jelly was not a good sign.

You weren’t sure what had pulled you out of a fitful sleep for a few moments, but there was a light squeeze on your shoulder. Your head shot back and collided with something. There was a soft grunt, and your inhale burned your lungs. When you blinked awake, there wasn’t complete darkness. A less harsh light had been turned on.

The blonde from the diner was standing in front of you, robbing a tender spot on the center of her nose. “Ouch, that really hurt!”

“Sorry, I-“ you frowned, snapping your mouth shut. You weren’t going to apologize. You were the one that had been kidnapped, not the other way around. “What’s happening?”

Natasha had left you without another word, and you hated the way you missed her presence. You’d drifted off in the quiet and considered it a better punishment than Clints vicious blows to the face. The girl in front of you held a bottle of water up as a peace offering.

She cracked open the top, and even if you weren’t quite sure if something was in it, you didn’t care at the moment. She guided it to your lips, and a few drops dripped over your chin. It cooled the burning in your throat.

“Thank you,” this time you meant it. Natasha had made it clear that there was no good cop, but this was starting to look like your reprieve. You tested your luck. “If they’re going to kill me, why hold me?”

“They are not going to kill you. Natasha is a cautious woman. She did not get to where she was without crossing a few lines. You claim that you’re not on drugs and my sister wants to make sure that is truthful. Can you blame her?”

From a technical standpoint- no, you couldn’t. You searched for some type of resemblance in the woman and came up with nothing but a slight similarity in the slope of her nose. She smiled, crossing her legs, and sitting back against the chair.

“Let’s play twenty questions.”

You lifted an eyebrow, and it sent a shooting pain to your temple. “If I get one wrong, do you shoot me?”

She laughed, “No wrong answers. Can you believe that I want to get to know you? I’ll go first. My name is Yelena, and my favorite color is green. Forest green if you would like to get specific, which I would.”

“Dark red.” You said “I’m y/n.”

“Oh, I know. How long have you lived in the city?”

You rolled your shoulders back again. They were stiff. You’ve never been this uncomfortable in your life, and not just socially. There was a cool calmness about Yelena that put you at ease. Though, she was one of your kidnappers, and most-likely a member of the secret underground organization that had inexplicitly frequented the diner.

“My whole life. Not this part of town, though. East lower with my mom and my dad until my mom died and my dad got himself killed when I was seventeen.”

“Foster care?”

“For a year until I was old enough to be out on my own. I’m not going to let my daughter end up the same way. That was the hardest year of my life and if she loses me then… Her father isn’t around, but I’m afraid that going into the system would be best case scenario.”

“She’s six?” Yelena asked.

“And a half, but yes.”

“Non-verbal?”

You nodded again. This felt like a shitty game of twenty questions. Yelena already knew all the answers and you could still taste blood and the aching in your jaw. She tapped her fingers against her knee, uncrossing them and leaning forward.

The ceiling still stretched above you. There were rafters that you could barely make out in the darkness. You blinked so you wouldn’t cry. Still, when you spoke next, your words came out pinched and you couldn’t help but feel weak.

“The world is a horrible place, and the odds are already stacked against her, you know?” You sniffed to keep snot that you couldn’t wipe away from dripping onto your shirt already soiled with blood. “She’s a good kid. She’s funny, and smart, and I want her to have a life where she thinks everything is okay, even if there’s a possibility that it never is. Ronnie doesn’t need to know that. She doesn’t need to know.”

Yelena swallowed hard and nodded. She stood and closed the distance between you. Her hand was warm against you skin as she tentatively wiped away the moisture on your cheek. She gave you the rest of the water. “Okay. Drink.”

You were foolish to trust her. There was something in the water that was tasteless but rendered you unconscious all the same. You blinked awake, not sure how much time had passed. Your mind was swimming relentlessly, being forced in and out of lucidity had done nothing for your resolve.

Sunlight, something you thought you would never see again, flitted through an open window. A cooling summer breeze accompanied the sight. You’d been freed somewhere along the way, and your gratitude wasn’t lost on you.

Dark purple bruises encircled both of your wrists. Your whole body ached, and you let out a low moan at the sudden blinking movement. “Oh… fuck.”

“That’s a beautiful sound.”

Your back was pushed up against a dark oak bedframe, heels shoving you back. There was a lightheadedness swirling around you. A nice bedspread was underneath you, and the room itself was dripping in riches.

It was large with floor to ceiling windows, the walls slathered in deep maroon paint. There was a wall of bookshelves filled with expertly bound books. Two chairs and a small cocktail table was set up in a beam of sunlight.

Natasha held a crystal glass of unidentified alcohol in her hand. The ice floated within the deep brown liquid as if it were afraid to make a sound. She wore a suit, one that hugged her sides. Her lips were painted red to match the walls and she tapped her nail against the glass, observing you.

Her words sent a pang directly to your core, and that embarrassed you more than your exhaustion. Blood flooded into your cheeks and the very corner of Natasha’s lip twitched in response. She set her glass down on the table.

You recoiled as she rose and transplanted herself on the corner of the bed. She was gentle with her movements as if you were an animal that she was afraid to startle. Natasha had a tight hold on her operations. She was nothing more than a myth. Simply the boss.

Somehow, she scared you more now than she did before. When you were tied to the chair, you were certain that you were going to die. But now, in this royal-style room, you were filled with questions about why she let you live.

“I don’t make mistakes, but unfortunately, the same can’t be said for the people who work for me.” She was glaring at the design etched into the duvet, gold embroidery. Her perfectly manicured fingers thumbed the flower. “You were profiled, and you were profiled wrong. I don’t go after single mothers, especially ones that don’t keep certain… habits.”

There was a sinking feeling that you weren’t meant to speak. This was the delicate moment during a hostage situation where the robber has a gun pointed at your head, the finger on the trigger and a burlap sack of money in the opposite hand. Your words would do nothing but loosen the safety.

“This is being dealt with, believe me.” Natasha looked up at you, her eyes fierce, a beautiful fern color that bounded off the darkness of the walls. “But you must understand, y/n, I am not known for my kindness, and I am certainly not known for my mercy. You still took the money, and you still owe me.”

You drew in a breath, opening your mouth to protest, but Natasha held up her hand and you snapped your jaw shut. There was a bit of amusement in her stare that you didn’t have the mental capacity to dissect.

“Yelena said that you know how to fight. Or, at the very least, take a hit. So, I’m not asking. I’m telling you that work for me until your debt is paid off.”

Natasha had gotten impossibly close to you. That same deep scent of mint filled your lungs. It wasn’t comforting, but it didn’t’ unsettle you anymore, and neither did her warmth. You winched when she reached up and grabbed your face, squeezing softer than Clint had, her nails still dug into soft bruising.

She whispered her words, breath hot on your lips. “You belong to me now, and I don’t always play nice.”

Natasha ‘not playing nice’ looked a lot like having a driver drop you off in front of your apartment without your shoes. The sidewalk was cold despite the hot day, and as you stared up at your unit, you swore that the curtains flickered. You blinked and squeezed the bridge of your nose immediately regretting it the second you felt the shooting pain reach your eardrums.

They had taken your keys, presumably to make copies, and the sweatpants that you were given were much too big around your waist. You had sinched them with a shoestring, just counting yourself lucky that they’d provided a change of clothes in the first place. Even the shirt was stained and had a logo on it for a defunct Quiznos in queens.

Your body threatened to give out as you took the stairs two at a time up to your apartment. You still didn’t’ have a grasp on how much time had passed, but it was evening when you left work, and the sun felt like a mid-day assault on your senses.

Frantically, you knocked on your neighbor’s door, wiping your sweaty palms against your pants. Natasha’s pants. More than likely- Clints pants. It took a few moments for the door to swing open, but when it did, you were flooded with relief.

Darcy had an eyebrow lifted at you. “Holy shit,”

You didn’t let her get another word in edgewise before you engulfed her in a hug. She let out a breath at the impact and after a few seconds, pulled you in closer. Darcy was a friend, someone you trusted enough to watch your daughter. There was a soft spot in your heart for her. You didn’t let go when she backed the two of you into the living room and let the door fall shut behind you.

“I was three seconds from calling the police, y/n.” she pulled back, squeezing your shoulders. “What happened to you?”

You were instructed on what to say, word for word. You’d repeated it twice to Natasha and once to the driver. Lying to Darcy, someone who was the equivalent of a lie detector. Her eyes were hard, her voice hushed.

“I got jumped by a couple of guys on the way out of the restaurant. I was stranded on the other side of town, no phone. I tried to get here as soon as possible but I got a little banged up. I’m okay, a little shaken, but okay.” You frowned, “What day is it?”

Your eyes searched the room for a clock, for anything that would give you indication, but Darcy, while one of the sweetest people you had ever met, was a bit scatter-brained. You trusted her with your daughter, and with your own life, but there were spare computer parts strung out across her coffee table, on the couch, and the television stand.

“Y/n, you’ve been gone for two days.” She lifted your chin with a curled finger, making a hissing noise as she sucked in a breath “Oh they got you good. You’re sure you don’t want to press charges?”

“More trouble than it’s worth.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I would love an icepack, though. If it’s not too much trouble.”

“I’ve got frozen peas and corn, dealers’ choice. Ronnie finally fell asleep; I kept telling her that nothing was wrong but she’s too preceptive for her own good sometimes.”

It was a bad move, but you gave Darcy a thankful squeeze on the shoulder and moved down the hall to the guest room. It was the cleanest place in the house, reserved for visitors. Darcy still had zoomed in photos of computer chips. They were like little mazes without an escape, her personality shining through.

Veronica was laying on top of the duvet, curled up in a blanket that was typically strewn across the base of the bed. She wasn’t asleep, her tempered gray eyes flicking to the door and then lighting up when she realized that it was you. You leaned against the doorframe, warmth flooding you.

You wrapped her in a bone-crunching hug, squeezing her into you as if you never wanted to let her go. She smelled like Darcy’s shampoo, a light floral concoction that comforted you. Ronnie’s hand squeezing the fabric of your borrowed shirt.

“Hi, baby” you pulled back slightly, enough room for you to give her a kiss on the forehead, pushing back ringlets of curly hair. “I missed you.”

Her nose scrunched up and her little fingers ghosted so softly over the pulsing bruises on your face. You never wanted her to see you like this, for anyone to see you like this, but at the moment you didn’t care. Having her in your arms was enough to erase all of that doubt.

“It’s alright. I’m alright,” You assured, and she crunched her nose again. “Oh, you think I stink?”

You probably did. You’d been strapped to a chair for 48 hours, nearly vomiting up what little food you’d consumed the night of your abduction. You’d sweat through your clothes, and the borrowed ones weren’t much better in the scent department.

“Too bad, little one,” you poked at her sides, eliciting an infectious giggle. “You’re stuck with me, stink and all.”

You let yourself go slack against her, trapping her under one of your arms. Veronica playfully tried to shove you off and you let out a grunt at each attempt. Eventually her arms wrapped around yours and she settled into you.

Maybe some sleep wouldn’t do you bad. Your body was about to give out, and the only instructions you’d gotten from Natasha other than the white lie of your injuries, was to hang tight and heal until she contacted you, and she would contact you.

“I didn’t know which one you wanted, so I brought both.” Darcy said from the doorway. You mumbled into the pillow in response, nothing legible. “Oh, we’re cuddling, or is this a hostage situation?”

You winced internally at the words, but sighed contentedly when you felt the weight of the frozen vegetables against your shoulder blades. You melted into the pillows, the bed dipping down as Darcy laid on the other side of Ronnie, as you drifted off to sleep.

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deathbecomesthem · 4 months

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Roomies 6

Eddie Munson x Best Friend Reader | 1.7K

A/N: a short chapter to get me back into the story. This is likely the penultimate chapter.

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“Why are you crying?” His question is whispered into your hair, hoarse and full of sleep. His arms wrap around your shoulders when you freeze. You thought he was still sound asleep, but he’s been somewhere in-between for most of the night.

“I’m so stupid.” You gasp out the words between sobs, no point in hiding yourself now. He’s seen this plenty of times before. You’ve seen his own face streaked with tears more than once. “I’m an idiot.”

“Hmm,” Eddie pats your back gently in a condescending way and says, “well, you’re my idiot, and I’m yours. So what?” Neither of you laugh at his joke, it just hangs in the air. But he keeps his arms around you, and he lets you cry. He does not hush you, he simply holds you firmly in his arms and lets his cotton shirt catch the tears that fall from your eyes.

He doesn’t let go of you when the tears stop. For a while, you’re both frozen in that embrace, afraid to move. Afraid to do anything other than stay still and be in each other's arms. There’s no easy snuggling, no soft sighs and adjustments to get cozy with one another. Just an unnaturally still embrace that feels more unnatural by the second, until you can’t stand it for another moment and sit upright in your bed, untangling yourself from Eddie’s arms.

“I, uh, I’m gonna get up. I told Ronnie I’d make a big breakfast this morning. Biscuits and gravy with homefries.” You can’t look at Eddie, so you turn your head and look at the glass of water on your night stand.

“Ok, I’ll help peel the potatoes.” Eddie’s pushing his way down the mattress awkwardly, he’s on the side of the bed that’s pushed up against the wall. He stands, heads for the door, and then turns back around. His arms are holding his center in a self soothing way when he says, “when Ronnie leaves, I think we should talk. Just -” he looks at you and sees that you’re not meeting his eyes. He tilts his body to catch your gaze, “- let’s enjoy her while she’s here, and have a good time, yeah?”

You nod, and realize in doing so that you do agree. Whatever is going on, or not going on, will be there when the weekend is over. You can fake it til you make it. You can push aside these newer feelings and let yourself be present. You’ll get out of your head.

Enjoy your best friends. Get out of your head. These thoughts are swirling around in your head as you make your way down the hallway and to the kitchen. And you really mean them. You really do. When you catch sight of Eddie over the stove top, hair pulled into a low ponytail and wearing your apron, your stomach drops to the bottom of your feet.

Be strong, you absolute idiot.

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The days with Ronnie go too fast. They always do. Just having her there in your apartment, your new apartment that you share with your shared best friend, makes everything feel right. You wish she could stay forever. Curling up in bed with her at night reminds you of being a kid, whispering and giggling into the night. Waking up with her curled up at your side. You even find yourself looking at Eddie with your younger eyes, and it is a relief to reaffirm those feelings of friendship that are at the heart of whatever is happening between the two of you.

Too fast, and you try to reach out and grab hold of the memories before they drift away. The last night she’s with the two of you, it’s movie night. A far cry from the last one you shared with Eddie, this movie night is about viewing an old favorite.

“Hold still, Edward,” Ronnie grips the top of Eddie’s head. He’s on the floor in front of the two of you. Ronnie’s got a comb stuck in his wild curls, and a spray bottle full of a mixture of water and leave in conditioner. “You said we could fix your hair. Quit being a baby.”

“I didn’t know what I was agreeing to, Jesus Christ. It huuuurrttsss.” Eddie is squirming again, emphasizing the whine in his voice. David Bowie struts across the screen in his skin tight leggings, and you let out a wolf whistle.

“Ah, there he is. Pretty man!” You’re high on Eddie’s supply, the best way to view The Labyrinth. Your fingers are absentmindedly combing through the side of Eddie’s head that’s allotted to you. You’re supposed to be giving him braids, a tradition carried over from your teenage years.

Eddie snorts at your exclamation, and Ronnie yanks the comb down through his hair again, “Oww. Ok! I need a break.” Eddie crawls over to the VCR and hits the pause button. “I’m getting a beer. Anyone want anything?”

Two arms shoot up, one of yours and one of Ronnie’s. You turn to look at the television and see David Bowie frozen on the screen, his nose is scrunched and his hands look like he’s pointing out his impressive package. You start to giggle and point, triggering Ronnie’s giggling.

“You two are absolute children.” Eddie hands you both a bottle of beer before hitting play and settling back in his spot on the floor. “You can commence playing with my hair, but please remember I have a sensitive head.”

You giggle again, and knock on his forehead hard enough to make a sound. “You’re pretty hard headed, Ed. I think you’ll survive this.”

He swats your hand away, and turns to scowl. It reminds you of him at 17, and you resist the urge to cup his cheek in the palm of your hand. Your sweet Eddie. Instead, you raise your hands in surrender and take care when you run the comb through his hair. He goes quiet as the familiar scenes play out on the screen in front of the three of you. You can see that the beer, the weed, and the hands in his hair have him feeling very good. Your heart is full at the sight.

“I think you should wear braids more often, Edward. It really suits you.” Ronnie is holding two thick plaits in her hand.

“Maybe I will.” He says, resting his head against yours and Ronnie’s knees. You find that it’s not strange at all, to run your toes against his side. It’s not strange that his hand is wrapped around your ankle, a thumb running along the bare skin.

This is when things change again, like that first movie night, only in a more subtle way. The door is open now, and touches become familiar again. The days with Ronnie are full of joy, and they remind you of who you are. Of who Eddie is. Of what you really mean to one another. He’s not just another potential boyfriend, he’s a great love. You need to decide if there’s room for more than that platonic affection without the entire foundation collapsing, leaving you both without a home.

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The days following Ronnie’s departure are subdued. Routine takes over yet again, and you find yourself feeling empty. There is no rush of exhilaration when you think about running into your half naked roommate in the hallway, only an ache sits in your chest at the thought. You think about the way he sounded that night, both of you chasing after pleasure with only the thin wall separating the two of you, and yet neither of you ran to each other. That means something? Or nothing. Or everything?

Anxiety and fear takes over when you sit next to him on the couch, curled up into his chest. What was once easy comfort, and then playful flirting, has become something you need and dread. You know why. You know it’s because your need is greater than what he’s offering. You want him, and not just in your bed to satisfy a physical hunger - you want to tell him everything. To explain the way his dimpled cheeks break your heart. To kiss his eyelids and feel that soft skin and the flutter of his eyelashes. You want to trace the black lines that dance across his pale skin.

So, you do what feels right. You pack a bag, and scribble a note. You call your sister. You cannot understand these things with Eddie right in front of you, his scent in your nose and fingers on your skin.

Dear Eddie,

I love you forever, my sweet friend. I need you to know and understand that. This is my home, and I will be forever grateful for all the things you’ve done for me. I’m spending a few nights at Jamie’s place. I need to clear my head about some things, and I think you need to do the same. I don’t know how I feel, apart from knowing that you’re too important for me to make any stupid decisions based solely on how physically attracted I am to you right now. We mean more to each other than that.

Friday night? Dinner? You know where to find me in case of emergency.

You stare at the note in your hand. You set it on the kitchen table and pick it up again for the third time. The idea that you’ve both passed the point of no return with this thing sends a wave of nerves that flips your stomach. You sigh, kiss the paper as if leaving a mark for his hands to find when he holds it after work this evening, and set it down for the last time.

You know you’re in love with him now, and you know that the time away will not change those feelings. You only hope that the space will make it easier to say it to his face, or accept the new dynamic between the two of you. An awkward and unfamiliar place that used to be your home.

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aconflagrationofmyown · 11 months

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but then…Gigi

a future forward one shot, circa 1979

Snuggle me Tender

Trust me I laughed and cringed every bit as hard as you over that title but after the strain of pushing this mushiness out of my brain in under twelve hours I haven’t got any sensible titles left in me, ok?

Requested: Yes / No

Warnings: next to none? complete fluff and no rancidity for once, just Big Daddy Elvis with a very young baby and a very young wife and tour life and mentions of his health concerns…so much baby talk which I do not apologize for, if you’ve never done it I suggest you do, it adds years to your life. To quote Alex Turner: “I’ve been feelin’ foolish, you should try it.”

Word count: 2,884 is my version of a blurb, ok?

Notes: this is dedicated to my baby Bri whose devastating prompts lead to this whole Gigi endeavor and whose sweetness lightens up my life

Blaring horns end the set with its iconic flourish, their brassy notes echoing in his ears as he exits. It was a good show, a lively audience and Ronnie kept the rhythm together this time and even the sound system was decent for such a packed out stadium. Elvis is satisfied as he takes his final farewell of the sea of glossy, enamored faces, the frenzied send off of their ovation thudding into his veins so thickly he thinks his pulse will jump straight outta his wrists.

He flicks his writs irritably and hooks his thumbs into his belt, hoisting it just that little bit from where his exertions made it creep down and down and ever down, keeping it where it’s not pinching him as he lets the boys hustle him off the stage and into the back hallways in a well worn maneuver. The clapping and roar of the crowd is still deafening and he’s still attuned to it, vibrating like a leaf and the shake, rattle and roll of it pounds along with his chest and more worrisome still is the way his vision flickers with it, like some damn techno scene. But it’s just the fluorescents, and this interminable hallway leading to his dressing room.

And to his girls.

He takes a deep breath and tries to begin the effort of steadying himself just a little before foisting himself on them. It’s easier, so much easier, with them here, but his blood pressure still skyrockets each time he performs and it doesn’t seem like there’s a pill or a regimen out there to prevent it. It might be the death of him one day and awhile back he might have flippantly hoped so.

Now he’s got his girls to live for

and he tries his hardest to moderate himself, to temper himself in between to be the man he wants so badly to learn he is, not just the icon he’s perceived to be. Every step takes him closer to the anecdote and he breathes easier, hiking his belt higher so he can really gulp in those belly expanding breaths and he feels Charlie patting his back, his boys murmuring in an affirmative babble that it was a good show.

Elvis knows it was. He doesn’t need them to tell him. There’s only one persons opinion he gives a shit about right now and she’s probably conked out asleep or at the tit. Both of which sound like damn good options to mimic, in Elvis’ opinion.

Little Miss Erin Love Presley.

She’s become his life and between her and Gigi and Yissa he is bombarded with the insistence that he is wanted to the point that he’s gradually had to assume that, well…that he is -wanted, that is.

He’s wanted. Not just needed.

And so he allows them to fret over his pulse and he agrees to less stimulants when possible and he endeavors to be a more cheerful bastard despite the persistent urge to bite heads off most days.

Ricky jogs ahead of him, opens the door that Sam’s been standing in front of and ushers Elvis inside hurriedly before closing the door behind him, leaving him alone with his little family. Nearly blinded by the change in lighting, Elvis staggers towards where he knows there's a couch in the gloomy dressing room Gigi so considerately dimmed for his sake.

“You were magnificent, daddy!” her soft praise registers more profoundly than all the applause out there and Elvis sinks into the couch utterly spent, yet entirely satisfied.

“Thanks darlin’.” He murmurs with his head tilted back, winded and a thousand miles away but he’s trying to come back down. His hand reaches out for her hip and the give of her soft flesh tethers him to earth.

Gigi doesn’t skip a beat before she’s bending down and unclamping the large buckle from his belly single-handedly with practiced ease, delighting in the relieved groan Elvis lets out as she removes the heavy ornament. She swings it away from him only to replace it with the soft weight of their baby girl.

“I’ll get your medicines, you hold tight.” Gigi soothes, her hand lovingly pushing his hair back from off his damp forehead before she bends to kiss it and he chases her wearily for a taste of her lips which she presses to his ardently before pulling away to go find his pills.

Baby girl is perched on his belly in her tiny sequined onesie, balancing like a Pilates teacher on a ball, her wobbly little neck doing its utmost to stay straight and fix him with her appealing stare. It’s devastatingly effective when paired with her pitifully frustrated little squeaks.

Elvis knows what Lovey wants and a few months ago he might’ve been appalled at the notion of it despite being an utter sap for his daughter. It had seemed too gross to subject her to the post-show sweat and musk that cling to him in moments like these. But like her mommy, the little girl wouldn’t take less than the deepest of intimacies and so he has learned that Lovey will continue her fussing until she feels the warmth of his skin beneath her.

The tiny wrist golden chain around her wrist jangles as she tries to pull herself up the ornate expanse of his jumpsuit front, clawing determinedly up the exquisite sundial motif towards the heaving expanse of his sweaty chest. ‘Return if found’ her bracelet reads and Elvis smirks at the notion of her being put down long enough by either of her parents to be misplaced.

“Hey cuddle bug, hey how’s it goin’, hmm?” he coos to her and finds his voice is fried and gravelly.

Without having to even reach he finds Gigi pressing a plastic cup into his hand that he ravenously accepts along with blood pressure regulators she presses into his palm, small and round and white. He throws them back with exhausted gusto and his baby nearly wobbles backwards in her arc to follow his movements with her big ole baby head.

They made a pretty baby, he and Gigi, how could they not? -but even the prettiest of babies have bowling balls for heads compared to the rest of their body and it still tickles Elvis immensely. He wheezes a laugh into the last of the water while catching her head with his other hand and crushes the cup with something bordering a burp and a groan.

Lovey’s bright little eyes expand just a fraction more at the vibrations against her belly. “ ‘scuse me, miss.” he teases, eyes still wavering blearily as he tries to focus on Gigi rummaging for something at the far end of the dim room. The water makes him feel at least partially alive again and he runs his hand beneath his nose to catch the sweat and what all that is collecting atop his lip.

Heaving in a big breath he feels his hands calm their shakes enough he looks down at Lovey’s valiant attempts to reach the apex of his unzipped suit, clammy baby hands snagging the hair on his belly and tugging. He’s gonna have bald patches down there at this rate, he’s told Gigi this and she just lathers more hippy oil on him and says he’ll be alright -so he guesses he will be.

“Look at you baby, so strong, yes you is, fightin’ gravity like a champ, got yo’self halfway up the sun, yes you has. Want daddy to help ya? Hmm? Yeah? You want a kiss, don’t ya? Me too, I want kisses from my bestest girl.”

He hooks his thumbs beneath the giving flesh of Lovey’s armpits and pulls the floppy length of her higher till she’s balanced on his broad chest, in between his gaping jumpsuit front, watching as she crows and grins the minute she feels his tacky skin beneath her palms. The swell of his belly keeps her high up and her little elbows dig into his soft chest, it’s a well worn ritual to spend her “belly time” on his chest, fascinated by her daddy’s face. It holds her interest more than any gaudy toy or tv show ever could.

Elvis pats her bottom gently with his ringed hand, careful not to pinch her delicate thighs as Lovey kicks and shudders in delight at getting her way. She’s a little masochist, his baby, she drools and coos even as she grips significant portions of his chest hair and tugs in glee as if it’s her own personal shag carpeting to aid her towards scooting up that last little bit needed for her to kiss him on the chin.

“Das it, das it almost there, gonna give daddy a kissy? Gonna gimme kissies? I wan’ ‘em so bad, yes I do!” Elvis pickers his lips and she strains every ounce of her little self to grab ahold of his sideburns. It’s all over then, Lovey is triumphant in her grip, a pack of wild horses can’t tear anythin’ that baby has once she’s grabbed ahold of it. With a gurgly little crow she scoots herself up till she’s able to devour his chin.

She’s quite coordinated when preening her angelic little face up to receive a kiss but upon dishing them out she goes about it like a starved man would a set of pork ribs, open mouthed and with the goal to slobber as much as possible on the recipient. Elvis can’t bear to turn her away ever and in his after-show state of permanent dampness he doesn’t even think twice as a sloppy, gummy and fervent baby adds to the sweat rolling down his throat.

“Fank you.” he murmurs, tilting his head to facilitate her attack, “Fank you so much, ooh, I love your kisses, ya know that? Favorite kisses in the world, yes ‘dey are! Better than any of those out there, Mhmm, way better. Yes, yes better gimmer another -aww thank ya!”

Gigi watches from the side as she finishes her breast pumping by the dimmed vanity as Elvis puckers his cherub lips and pecks at their baby’s matching glossy pink pair. In this moment with their bobbing heads and tender coos and the nearly identical soft forms of them both slouching in their matching jumpsuits -they could be twins. The thought makes her smile and right in this moment there’s a belonging she feels so strongly and richly that her eyes burn with it.

“I thought it went pretty well, mhmm, what’d ya think about the new song, hmm?” he always does this, consults Lovey’s side-of-stage perspective on his show and he swears to Gigi that her feedback is essential for the success of what has been a certainly well received comeback tour. “Yeah I thought so too, ‘could tinker with those background vocals but the bass was tight. Yeah, yeah man, I know, I told ‘em, but they don’t listen, no dey don’t! I know! I know I told ‘em! Can ya believe that, Lovey? Oh well.”

With each of his heavy breaths and remonstrances Elvis’ chest heaves and sends Lovey tilting further and further up to his face till she’s careening alarmingly into the crease of his neck, wedged between it and the couch back. The tip of her tiny body makes Elvis die laughing with a fit of those genuine, hiccuping laughs that their baby loves to mimic until they both end up dry coughing from their mirthful wheezes. He gets them both situated again, Lovey firmly back on the safe expanse of his tacky chest with his hands criss crossed over her tiny back. One of his hands can span the entire width of her little ribcage and folded over each other as his hands are now, they looks like a bejeweled turtle shell sheltering their Lovey’s delicate back.

Gigi packs up her kit and rummages through her sack for Elvis’ glasses before they’re needed for the camera-flash-lit trek back to the hotel.

Lovey lets out a vigorous yawn, suddenly utterly tuckered out from watching her daddy perform and waiting up to kiss him backstage. It catches Elvis’ attention and yet again he’s amazed by the fact he feels even remotely weary himself, like he’s able to tap into his girl’s calmer systems and regulate his own just a little to match them. Not so much a family as a trinity of souls so intertwined they’ve long since lost where one ends and the other begins.

“You sleepy, hmm?” Elvis hums to her and strokes over her head soothingly, “How bout we go back to that nice hotel then, we can eat somethin’ and yer mommy’ll call up Yissa to say goodnight. How’s that sound, hmm?”

Lovey rubs her face into his chest to emphasize how much she needs this sleep plan to be enacted speedily, the tired rub backfiring as his chest hairs tickle her sensitive little nose. Without fail it makes her sneeze violently and afterwards she’ll gaze up him dazedly as if asking for explanation as to her own bodily functions.

“Hutchooo, bwess you.” he thumbs at her sloberdy chin. “Dat was a big one, wasn’t it? Mhmm, daddy’s sorry he’s so fuzzy. Don’t got that problem when ya snugglin’ wif mommy, do ya? Nu-uh, smooth as marble, that pretty girl, ain’t she? Mhmm.” he ponders Gigi’s loveliness with a dreamy look of appreciation and his baby resignedly lays her head in the sweaty thatch of chest hair, wadding it away from her face with a tiny fist, Elvis stares over her head at Gigi who he knows has been playing at being busy to let him wind down.

They share a knowing little smile and Gigi shoves off from her perch on the vanity and clip clops over to him in her strappy heels, bending at the waist and offering him a lovely view down the neck of her dress as she gently fits his tinted glasses on his face. “There, all set.” she murmurs fondly while fiddling with his hair, dabbing at the mess of sweat and drool that the now sleeping baby has left in her wake.

Ricky cracks open the heavy metal door with great care but it’s not enough care to please Elvis who barks

“Gently, for God’s sake, there’s a baby sleepin’ in here!”

and Gigi smirks as she herself gets manhandled by her new husband to sit beside his bulky manspread, for no other reason perhaps than to keep her ass pointed away from Ricky. Gigi suspects that Elvis likes to bark at his traumatized entourage just because he enjoys getting to cite the baby’s needs. He has a baby again, and it’s turned him into more of a bear than a man on this tour. That thought makes Gigi sigh dreamily and she lays her head on Elvis’ shoulder and watches as Lovey’s sleeping breaths stay even and calm despite his outburst, utterly secure in her daddy’s love.

Gigi gets her thigh patted in recognition and she shudders as always from that promising touch, feeling how torn he is between winding down or thrumming off into the astral sphere. Only once they’re in the hotel and snug in the white sheets with Yissa on the phone will she know which way the night will go.

“Car’s all set.” Jerry quietly delivers the message that Ricky fled before he could finish delivering.

“Thanks man.” Elvis nods and after exchanging a look with Gigi asks her, “Ya ready, baby girl?”

“Yes.” she nods and gives him her arm as an aid to heft himself out of his burrow in the couch, his one arm still occupied cradling Lovey to his chest.

Gigi helps him drape his coat around his shoulders, flapping around him like one of his capes, allowing him to pull it over Lovey’s face in the ensuing glare of the photographer’s flashes as they speed down the hallways and into the parking lot, hand in hand.

Lovey is used to the racket, the screams and the pounding of an audience a natural backtrack to her young life. Nevertheless, Elvis moves gingerly, stays calculated in his movements lest he jostle her as he follows Gigi into the car, scooting into his seat as methodically as possible, his exhausted thighs quivering from this last ounce of endurance demanded of them. He succeeds though, Lovey still snoozing and drooling onto his chest by the time the Limo door shuts and they’re off in a streak of light and motion against the night sky.

He can feel Gigi slip her smaller hand into his own on the seat between them, tugging until he surfaces from his trance and turns his face towards her with a relieved sigh to find her always there beside him when he needs it.

“You alright, daddy?” she checks in with him and he watches as her features, so lovingly crafted by a generous God to make her appear young enough to be his baby much less have one herself, are gently lit by the occasional street lamp glowing into their speeding haven.

“Yeah darlin.” Elvis rumbles from deep in his chest, rubbing the back of his knuckles against her soft cheek, watching as Gigi leans into his affections as eagerly as that first night they met, “Never been better. I mean it, gonna need to make this the order of business. You and Lovey waitin’ for me, end of show -I could go on forever like this.”

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lolahasmoxie · 6 months

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Cuddle Monster (E.M.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Childhood Best Friend Reader

Warning: (smacks fanfiction) This baby holds so much fluff! Kids! Cuddling! CASUAL INTIMACY UP THE ASS!

Word: 487

Notes: I'm a second-grade teacher, and my kiddos still love to give hugs. I also have friends with kids the same age. Not gonna lie; some warm kid hugs just make my soul happy. This doesn't really push the story forward at all; it's a pleasant little interlude.

Also, my edible JUST kicked in. Enjoy!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

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Ronnie Wayne Munson was his father's child.

Whenever you watched Ronnie, it was like seeing your best friend grow up all over again. But the similarities ran more profound than just sharing the same hair and colored eyes.

It was how they both poked their tongues out while in deep concentration to how they would fall asleep in full starfish mode; you enjoyed every bit of Ronnie Wayne Munson.

Especially the fact that he inherited his father's love language of physical touch.

Every time you were at their home, Ronnie would take you by the hand (after his father had welcomed you properly with a kiss) and had you sitting on the couch as soon as he could. Then he would proceed to climb into your lap, tiny arms around your neck and his warm body pressed against yours, as he told you about his day.

You'd had to chastize Eddie once or twice as he sat next to you on the couch. His arms crossed over his chest, and a pout on his plush lips, as his son slept in your arms.

"What's got your knickers in a twist?"

"You came to see me; I should be in your lap."

"Eddie, he's 4!"

"I mean, this level of disrespect in my own home is appalling. I will NOT let it go unanswered.”

“Jesus Christ, get over here you giant baby.”

Weekends are a sacred time for you and Eddie, but you can hear his tiny little feet creeping into your bedroom like clockwork every Saturday and Sunday.

You feign sleep, trying to hide your giggles as Ronnie huffs and puffs as he tries to climb into your bed. He always comes to your side of the bed since Eddie sleeps like the dead, and eventually, you pick him up and gently place him in the middle.

His warm, tiny body curls instinctively into you. You run your hand up and down his back to coax him back to sleep. You let out a yawn when Eddie stirs next to you.

"You two left me out? What's a guy got to do to get some damn cuddles in this place?"

"Eddie, the sun isn't even up yet. Can you wait until, like, 9 am to be weird?"

"Nope, cuddle me, NOW."

"But we're so warm and cozy here." You give him a sleepy grin, closing your eyes as he grumbles while inching towards you and his son.

"Gonna file a complaint with the Union, I tell ya. Can't get a cuddle from my woman. Can’t get a cuddle from my own begotten progeny, my very own flesh and blood..."

"Go to sleep, Eddie."

"Not until you tell me you love me."

Silence.

"Please?"

"Fine!" You lean in, and in seconds, Eddie's plush lips are softly pressed against yours. His arm lands on your waist, both of you creating a soft cocoon for Ronnie. "I love you."

"I love you too, Princess. Can I tell you something?"

"Tell me."

"This, all of us. It feels really nice, right?"

"It feels perfect." You feel lips against your forehead and calloused fingertips trace lazy patterns as you slowly fade back to sleep. "Wouldn't change it for a thing."

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joelswritingmistress · 6 months

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Last Halloween: Chapter 9

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Pairing: Joel x f!reader

The night and the morning thereafter was one big journey through what felt like every emotion. You laughed, cried, shared intimate details about yourself, held one another and made love. It was a cycle on repeat throughout those twelve hours or more.

Neither of you had gotten to sleep until close to three in the morning. The mental and physical exhaustion left you in bed, asleep, until close to eleven the next morning. For you, sleeping in that late was rare, but certainly welcomed.

You felt completely transformed; renewed. In all of your life you had never been so completely open, honest and vulnerable with someone. Joel, you decided, was just one of those souls you were meant to connect with. No one could convince you otherwise.

When you awoke with his body wrapped up around yours beneath the covers, you had the thought of never wanting to leave. How were you supposed to just go casually about your day after a night like that?

Maybe I should call out tonight, you thought. It had been a long time since you did that and felt like you were due. You felt a little crazy but you didn't want to be away from Joel. You wanted to be by his side for as long as he'd let you.

You locked your fingers with his across your midsection and Joel squeezed your hand.

"You're going to have to be the one to break things off if you get tired of this," Joel spoke from behind you. His voice was gravelly and tired. "Because I'm not capable." He pulled you closer and slipped one of his feet in between yours.

"I think I should call out of work tonight." You rolled over to face him with a smile. "I can treat you to dinner this time somewhere.. in the next town over maybe where everyone isn't an asshole."

"Are you trying to buy me?" Joel teased.

"No, I just don't want to lose you." You smiled into a kiss, pleased when he smiled back. Joel appeared just as refreshed as you felt and the air felt lighter.

"Do you, uh, have enough clothes for a second night, or..?"

"I can make arrangements." You accepted another kiss and then Joel playfully rolled his body on top of yours.

When his phone buzzed on the nightstand, you both turned and he gave an annoyed grunt. You pulled him back to you.

"Leave it," you urged, pulling him back to you.

The phone continued to buzz and you finally gave in.

"I guess it's urgent." You smiled and Joel looked at you with apologetic eyes as he reached to the nightstand.

"Shit."

"What?" You leaned up onto your elbows.

"It's Ronnie. He's called me like three times, I didn't hear it."

"Is everything okay?"

Joel nodded. "His mother needs his help, she's older.." he shook his head. "He asked if I could come in just for a couple hours."

"Oh, yeah, of course," you said to him. "Go. I'm glad you picked up."

Joel laid down flat on his back and ran a hand through his hair. "Shit," he repeated.

You smiled and placed a hand on his chest, propping yourself up with your elbow and a hand on your cheek. "I guess this is to be continued."

"Yeah.." he said reluctantly.

"Is the offer still up for tonight?"

Joel's eyes shifted to meet yours. "Yeah." He placed a hand over yours. "We still on for dinner?"

You nodded and kissed him firmly on the lips. "I'll bring you something to eat for lunch, too, while you're at the garage," you added, "If you want."

"You don't mind?"

You shook your head. "And I guess it'll give me a chance to scoot home to get more clothes."

"Get a few pairs." Joel looked at you directly as he said that and you kissed him again.

"Mmm.." you smiled against his lips. "Don't tempt me."

"I mean it." Joel pulled you body so you were half on top of him.

You sensed the seriousness return to his voice and it gave you goosebumps, mainly because he seemed to be on the exact same page as you were mentally.

"I will." You gave a little smile. "You really want me to?"

Joel nodded against the pillow and you let the next kiss linger before pushing back off of him.

"Go help your friend," you said to him. "I'll bring you down something in a little bit. Text me what you might like."

"Thank you." Joel pecked your lips. "Want to plan to meet me back here at four?"

"Sounds like a plan."

As much as you wanted to indulge in and discuss your night with Joel, you were kind of thankful that none of your roommates were home. You felt like you needed more time to process everything, though your phone had been lighting up with texts from Jessie.

You gave her some simple, yet truthful, yes and no answers to her questions and vowed to give her all the details when you saw her.

"How many outfits?" You asked yourself aloud before just starting to toss whatever would fit into the duffle bag.

Joel texted you a short while later asking if you'd mind grabbing him a turkey grinder. You replied with the name of your favorite deli and a question mark before heading down the the little mom & pop store.

When you pushed inside there were a few stray customers but the line wasn't long. Your eyes scanned the giant whiteboard above the counter as you searched for what you might want to eat.

"Can I help you?" An older, Italian woman asked from behind the register. She adjusted a pair of glasses.

"Yes, um.." you looked at the message from Joel and put his order in before deciding on a six inch tuna for yourself. When you reached for a couple bags of chips, one dropped to the floor.

Before you could pick it up, someone else was reaching for it and handing it over.

"Thanks," you said, turning back toward the register.

"You don't recognize me, do you?"

You looked at him more directly and when he removed a ball cap you thought his features looked familiar.

"I'm sorry," you began, "I have such a bad memory-"

"No clue huh?"

You squinted your eyes when you sensed his tone was mildly aggravated. At the same time you handed over your debit card to the woman.

"Vic Champagne."

The last name made you freeze in place. Goosebumps traveled the length of your back and you tried not to give him a reaction.

"It'll be five-ten minutes," the cashier told you, handing over a receipt for you to sign.

"Thanks." You signed quickly, grabbed the chip bags back and then distanced yourself from Vic. It was virtually impossible in such a small establishment.

When he ordered his food next, you hoped he'd go away, but soon after he returned to your side.

"You were the asshole at the bar," you said, not wanting to back down. "John Champagne's brother."

He shook his head and looked at you with disgust written all over his face. "What are you even doing?"

"Buying lunch, what's it look like?"

"You know what I mean. What the fuck are you doing hanging around that murderer?"

"He's not a murderer," you added, "And you can go to hell."

When you turned he jumped back in your line of vision. He was close enough to whisper without anyone hearing much of what he was saying.

"You're on the right path to outcasting yourself. You know that? Everyone saw you run out of the bar after that psychopath."

"And?" You looked him directly in the eye and Vic finally cracked a sinister smile.

"And maybe you should keep better company."

"Maybe you should mind your own business." You should have bit your tongue but you couldn't help it any longer. "The only psychopath was-"

Vic's jaw clenched. "Was..?"

"Just go away Vic." You marched back up toward the Italian woman, noting he wouldn't continue to harass you in her presence.

Your sandwiches came and you left the place without even glancing in Vic's direction. But there was no such luck. You felt him trail you out of the place.

"You don't want to go down this road," he shouted after you.

"What road?" You placed a hand out to the side.

"The road out of this town. Nobody wants him here and you can follow him right the fuck out too if you support Mr. Aggravated Murder." He nodded to himself, looked right at you, and then turned to walk back into the deli. Through the glass door he continued to glare in your direction until you finally walked out of his view.

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romione-trope-fest · 2 months

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Title: There Was Only One Git

Author: Nena-96

Selected Trope: Cockblocker Harry, Muggle AU and There Was Only One Bed

Brief Summary: After a failed movie night, Ron takes Hermione to bed, however they have an unexpected git- I mean guest enter their bedroom.

Rating: M

Word Count: 2,866

Any relevant trigger warnings: None

The television was playing, yet only one of the three occupants sitting on the sofa were actually watching the opening credits of the movie. Ron was squished in the middle as Hermione and Harry had him trapped in the center of the sofa. It hadn’t even been a few minutes and yet, he lost feeling in his arms. The numbness had become persistent and soon enough, Ron would feel a sharp pain that would rocket up his arms and into his shoulders.

What a night.

Ron sighed slowly, as he felt Hermione snuggled closer to his side, while Harry snored loudly into his ear. Perfect, it was just another typical Saturday night and instead of watching a movie with his girlfriend and his best mate, he was being used as a pillow. Well, he guessed it could be worse, at least he wasn’t stuck at the office working through piles of paperwork. Then again, he didn’t have a bespectacled git channeling his inner walrus and snoring into his ear at work. Ron shook his head as he tried to untangle himself from the two people he loves the most, but each time they just snuggled further onto him.

With a sigh of frustration, Ron closed his eyes and counted to ten before gently nudging Hermione’s head away, “Hermione… love, wake up.” However, this only caused her to whimper and wrinkle her nose. Which would have been adorable, if he wasn’t feeling the tell tale burning sensation of his arms that were stretched out for far too long.

Damn it, he thought to himself, shaking his head he turned slightly to the left, towards Harry. Instead of the gentle manner he bestowed upon his loving girlfriend. Ron mustered up all his strength and nudged Harry forcefully away from him. Which caused said git, to lose his glasses as he went tumbling onto the pillows beside him. Funny enough, Harry remained asleep, aside from the low unintelligible muttering he let out.

“Fuck,” Ron winced, as he slowly moved his now free arm in small circles. You’d think from all the times that he was in this predicament, he would be used to it by now, well that’s completely wrong.

After a couple of minutes of trying to get feeling back into his arm, Ron turned his attention back to Hermione. He touched her cheek gently, but she would just nuzzle her face into the crook of his neck. Closing his eyes, Ron tried to ignore the way the tiny puffs of air that slipped from Hermione’s lips and managed to tickle his skin. This simple act caused his trousers to become tight instantly.

“Calm down, Ronnie..now is definitely not the time,” Ron muttered to himself. It was obvious that Hermione wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon, which made him slowly untangle himself from her embrace and get up from the sofa. After rubbing the pain away from his arms, Ron wondered if he should just cover Hermione with a blanket and call it a day.

However, he quickly shot down that option because Hermione would just complain about the back pain that would cause her in the morning. So that was out of the question, Ron decided he’d be a gentleman and carry Hermione to the guest room. To sleep of course, but if along the way she wakes up, well… he wouldn’t mind having a late night talk, if you get what he’s throwing down. As long as she’s up for it, that is, he’d never force her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.

Before he picked up his girlfriend, Ron grabbed the remote from the coffee table and powered off the telly. He carelessly tossed the remote back onto the table, and grimaced at the way the battery cover flew off. As he watched the double A’s roll onto the hardwood floor and besides Crookshanks furry ginger tail. Oh well, he could pick it up tomorrow, Ron thought to himself, crouching down, he proceeded to shake Harry’s shoulder, “Mate-”

Instead of a sleepy response from the unruly haired man, Ron was startled by an ungodly loud snore. It reminded him of the mating call of a walrus from one of those animal documentaries that Seamus would always watch. Yeah, his mate was a bit of a strange fella, but there’s never a dull moment with that bloke.

“Alright, then.. Have a nice rest, sleeping beauty,” another snore was his response, Ron rolled his eyes and went to Hermione. With a gentle ease he removed the pillow she was holding and moved it to the side. Then, Ron slid his arm underneath her and carried her bridal style off the sofa. After giving her a soft kiss on her temple, and basking in her beautiful perfume, Armortenia #9, it was a very unusual perfume. As he carried Hermione, he thought back on that fateful day a couple of years ago he had entered a small little perfume shop in search of a perfect gift for his friend.

Ron had barely managed to contain his excitement, just moments after the cashier had handed him the perfume in a small gift box. He had sprinted out of the shop and all the way to the bus stop, he just had to give Hermione the perfume. After a half hour bus ride, and a short walk around the block of a gated neighborhood, Ron had found himself knocking on the door of Hermione’s childhood home. It was quite the day, Ron thought to himself, after he gave the perfume to Hermione she had sprayed a generous amount onto her wrist. That moment had opened his eyes, after smelling the berries and vanilla, and seeing her brown eyes brighten with adoration. Ron promised himself he would one day find the courage to ask her to be his girlfriend.

Sadly, it had taken both of them quite some time to talk about their feelings together, but it was better late than never. It was all worth it in the end, although he wouldn’t mind it one bit if one day Hermione were to be his wife. That was, if she wanted to marry him, because in his mind there’s no one he would be able to love if it wasn’t Hermione.

Ron felt Hermione’s arms wrap around his neck, the feeling of her arms around him caused his mind to go blank for a bit. It was the effect she had on him, at times he wondered if this was really real or if life was just playing a cruel joke. Just waiting to take away everything he loves, but deep down he knew that she was not leaving his side, it’s a promise that they both made to one another.

“Mhm, Ron,” Hermione muttered, making him realize he has yet to climb the steps that lead up to the guest bedroom. “Shit,” Ron muttered, he had almost forgotten the guest room was all the way on the second floor. On any other day he’d be fine with carrying his girlfriend to the guest room, but he was so tired and needed sleep. Hopefully, Hermione wouldn’t mind sleeping in his room tonight. Hell, Ron would sleep on the floor if it meant letting her have a peaceful night. He knew how much the work week was taking a toll on his girlfriend, even if shedidn’t want to admit that to him. Ron shook his head and walked towards the direction of his room, which was only a few doors down.

Soon enough they were inside his room, it didn’t take him long to open the door since it wasn’t the first time he carried Hermione to bed. Although, it was the first time he brought her to his room, but that’s because he wasn’t sure she’d want to stay the night. Even though she always hinted at sleeping in his bed. It must’ve been just because she didn’t want to walk all the way to the guest room, not that she wanted to stay with him. Honestly, birds think us blokes don’t understand their minds… well unless you're Seamus, then you definitely don’t have a clue. Luckily, he wasn’t Seamus, he knew exactly how to be a gentleman-

“Are you just going to carry me, or lay me down?” Hermione spoke, which startled him so much he almost dropped her. He whipped his head towards her face, that was mere inches from his own as he stared into her soft caramel eyes. Ron noticed how Hermione was trying hard to keep herself from laughing. His mouth fell open, as he realized the little minx was never asleep. Well, she was asleep on the sofa, but she must’ve woken up while he was carrying her.

“Hermione-”

“Yes, that’s my name. Now can you lay me down on your bed? Or, do I have to do it myself?” Hermione said primly. Shaking his head, Ron pretended like he was going to drop her onto the bed and chuckled as she hit him lightly on the shoulder. “You, arse… that wasn’t funny,” Hermione huffed.

“Hermione, you scarlet woman… why are you speaking about my arse, does your mum know you spea-” before he was able to finish. Hermione brought his face down to hers and silenced him with a passionate snog. “Oi…. not… that I’m not enjoying this,” Ron said in between kisses, “… weren’t you sleeping?”

Instead of a reply, Ron felt Hermione grip his hair, while her other hand began to trail up and down his chest. Quickly the room was filled with soft sighs and moans, as each kiss he felt against his lips, drew him closer to a delirious state of euphoria.

“I was… I just… but now I’m not,” Hermione managed to say after pulling away from his swollen lips. He felt her lips inches away from his, as he slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know this, right?”

Instead of over reply, he felt her hand slowly move down his body, and proceeded to gently caress him over his shorts. “That makes two of us,” she whispered before kissing him again, this time it was much harder than before. The urgency of the way she was kissing him, combined with the way she was squeezing him lightly felt like heaven. “Hermione… please,” he moaned against her soft lips, while trailing his hand up her thigh until his hand disappeared underneath her nightdress.

The moment he felt her lace touch his fingers he stopped kissing her and groaned into her neck, “Damnit, Hermione you’re making it hard-”

“Oh, I’m fully aware how hard I'm making you, thank you very much,” Hermione teased while pressing against him, the soft moan that fell from her mouth was driving him mad. Ever so slowly he began pulling down her knickers, while Hermione began nibbling on his ear. He gritted his teeth when he felt her bite down on his ear lobe, at the same time he took off her knickers.

“Ron, I need you… please-”

Before Ron could reply with a witty response, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Harry was standing near the bed. This shocked both Ron and Hermione, as they quickly covered themselves with the comforter. Thankfully, they were fully clothed but still, Ron didn’t want anyone to see Hermione like this.

“Harry what are you-” Ron began, only to be interrupted by a snore from his best mate. Which made him think if Harry was still sleeping.

“You know what I need… some sleep…” Harry said groggily, then proceeded to join them in the bed. Ron looked at Hermione, he wasn’t surprised that her face was red in embarrassment. “Is he sleeping?” She whispered to him, before looking back at the unruly-haired git that was now drooling all over his pillow.

Shaking his head, Ron moved away from Hermione and went to shake Harry awake, “Ron, you can’t force someone awake that will disorient them,” Hermione whispered. He turned and gave her an incredulous look, “Well I’m not letting this git, stay in my bed-”

“Shh, just come here.. maybe we should just sleep,” Hermione whispered back, as she gestured to him to come back to her side. Ron sighed, before crawling back over to his girlfriend and wrapping his arm around her, and kissing her on the cheek. He pulled her closer to him, “Ron, stop it,” he heard Hermione mumble, he didn’t know why if he wasn’t doing anything, thanks to Harry. “What, did I do?” He whispered into her ear as he involuntarily brought her closer to him, which caused her bum to press against his bulge. “Don’t give me that, you’re pressing your… your bits against me,” Hermione gritted out, as she attempted to keep her cheeks from burning.

“Shit, I’m sorry I wasn’t doing it on purpose,” Ron said honestly, “you’re the one that keeps pressing into me.” He groaned, before looking over at the git that was now nuzzling his face against the pillow like Crookshanks when he wanted an extra snack from the tin.

Glancing back down at Hermione, he tried to adjust himself, but the sense of getting caught only riled him up even more. It didn’t help that Hermione was pressing so tightly against him, it was almost as if she was even more turned on then him. Even if she was still in the mood, Ron wasn’t an idiot ... .well he was at times. But he wasn’t a dumbass to try and get frisky with his girlfriend while his best mate was in the same bed as them. Talk about, only one bed… bloody hell this was like a trope to a bad romantic comedy that Hermione would always watch on the Hallmark channel. Ron shook his head as he wondered what the hell did he do to deserve this.

Just as he was about to tell Hermione to budge up a bit, Harry began talking, “Lilies…. Bloodied… scattered around the floorboards… Halloween… night…” they both turned to Harry, his green eyes held a crazed look. Neither, Hermione or himself knew how to respond, they simply watched as Harry fell back against the pillow with his eyes open.

“What the fuck? Did he say lilies, and Halloween?” Ron said, confusion etched across his freckled face. “Maybe, it’s a nightmare… remember you said he had a lot of nightmare-”

“Ugh… yes..f-fuck.. fuck…”

Oh hell no.

Ron and Hermione stared, mouth wide open as they watched Harry start slowly thrusting, before picking up speed, rather quickly. Hermione clasped a hand to her mouth, and Ron felt his blood turn cold when Harry began moaning a name. A name he never wanted to hear pronounce in such way in his entire fucking life. That git, his best mate of over ten years was moaning his sister’s name.

“G-Ginny… missed you…so good, so…ti-”

Ron saw red as he quickly grabbed a pillow and was about to hit Harry in the back of his head, “No, Ron, you can’t force him awake… ,he’ll get disoriented,” Hermione struggled to say as she tried to hold him back. “Fuck that! Harry’s dream shagging my sister!” Ron growled before looking back at his so-called best mate, who was now pumping his hips harder than before.

“Dream shagging?” Hermione repeated in confusion. Ron let out a strangled noise of frustration, “Yes, Hermione. Dream shag, that wanker,” Ron said as he pointed the pillow at Harry, “is shagging my sister in his fucking dream.

Everyone knows what a dream shag is, hell… I’ve had loads of them before we-” he stopped himself once he saw the look on his girlfriend’s face. He watched as her brown eyes darkened, and her lips drew into a fine line. It scared him, because at this moment she reminded him of his professor, McGonagall. With that image in his mind, he felt a shiver run through him, and it was definitely not in a good way.

“Oh. Please, enlighten me with the women whom you’ve “dreamt of shagging”.. if you’re ever so kind.” Hermione said with faux interest, a glimmer of jealousy ignited in her eyes. “That’s.. besides the point… not even.. relevant-”

“So… close.. G-”

“NO! Keep your pecker away from Ginny! You bloody wanker!” Ron roared out before quickly grabbing Harry, and pushed him off the bed with such force a few photographs fell from the walls of his bedroom.

“Ow, fuck,” Harry got up slowly and rubbed his head in pain, “Ron… Hermione, what are you doing in my room?” Harry said as he squinted to try and see his best mates. “This isn’t your room,” Ron managed to say calmly before opening the door and leading Harry out the room. “Oh, sorry mate.. I must’ve thought this was my room, my glasses… they’re um.. downstairs,” Harry apologized before walking out the room.

Ron tried to even his breathing as he closed the door and locked it. He turned around and looked at Hermione who had her arms crossed over, “who did you dream about?” She asked, while raising an eyebrow at him.

#submission #romione #ron weasley #hermione granger #harry potter

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mynameistocool · 5 months

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YOU ARE A PROBLEM…

Summary: You were a senior in college and after dropping out for year due to stress and you inability to actually do any work you were behind while all your friends were off travelling the world and moving on with their lives you were left in Cleveland Ohio but it wasn’t all bad you did baby sit a grey haired, jet ski loving single father kids for the money or maybe it was because you just wanted to see him but who can blame you I mean look at him…

Mobius m Mobius/Fem reader

Warnings : age gap

You were sat waiting and waiting for, slowly looking at the clock. You really should be home doing your preps work or anything to do with studying as of right now, but when Mobius asked you to baby sit his kids, so he can go out to some funding gala, you couldn’t say no, after all it is mobius.

You heard the click of the front door open, and you quickly stood up, making your way round to greet the grey haired man, “Hi Mr M and Mr….” You looked at the other man beside him, “Ronnie” he walked forward, grabbing your hand and shaking it. Mobius turned round, smiling at the sight in-front of him.

“Did you enjoy your gala ?” You asked, looking over the man, his grey hair tussled on his head in his brown suit and tie, “it was alright, you know, not really my thing.” He laughed, which made you smile, “oh…well Shaun and Kevin are already in bed, they fell asleep a couple of hours ago.” You gave him a fake salute, “oh really, thank you.” He chuckled, “hey, let me call in Ronnie, and I’ll drop you off home.” He opened the door, shouting over to Ronnie, who quickly made his way back inside.

“Go jump in the car.” He nodded his head outside, and you accepted… quickly.

You sat waiting in the car, your hands clawing at your thighs as you waited for Mr M you noticed how nice his car was. It was a pretty decent car for a man who worked at a jet ski store, you think that what he did ? You weren’t too sure you spoke to him sure, but not enough to know about his life and besides, he never really mentioned himself. It was always you always asked how your studies were, how your mom was doing and your dog…

You snapped out of your daydream when you saw Mobius heading to his car. He raised his hand, bidding a small goodbye to Ronnie while twirling his keys between his long slender fingers, your eyes scanned up his body the way his fitted shirt hugged his chest and stomach. He was so…

“Hey, you got everything ?” He quickly smiled, sliding into the driver seat. “Yeah yeah.” You answered back with a sweet smile, “ohh, just you were staring at the house.” He chuckled, staring up at the car, “just spacing out.” You gave him a nervous laugh.

“So what, how’s college ?” You were in fourth year at college and, to be fair, you dropped out for a year, so you were currently twenty threes years of age just doing a bit of baby sitting on the side for “the money”.

“It’s good, got plenty of work to do as you know,” you replied, staring out the window, trying not to look at him. “Hmm I would say yes, but I haven’t been to college in a while” he laughed once more, his deep and contagious laugh.

“How’s your mom, she good ?” He asked, trying to fill the silence, “yeah, she’s good. She is doing a bit better, got over that awful shitty cold, and now she’s back at work.” You answered his repeated questions, your attention on the way his hands clasped the steering while the over rested on his thigh, rubbing it slowly, a nervous habit of his which had your cheeks flushing.

“Good, I saw her a couple of weeks ago at the store. She didn’t look too well and when you said about her, I just well I wanted to know how she was doing” he gave you a small shrug “why ? Do you want to date her ?” It came out your mouth quickly with a sort of jealous tone behind it, you couldn’t even register what you said before mobius looked at you, his eyes squinting at your blushing face, a small smirk on his plump rosy lips.

“What ? No” he turned his attention back to the road, “I was just asking… are you feeling okay ?” He took another glance at you, “I’m fine Sir” sir ? Sir ? Where did that come from ?

“Sir” he laughed, “I know I’m old but damm you’re making me feel senile.” he gave you a smile, and you just ignored it and then the silence came, and it was painful, so painful your hands began to fiddle with the radio Mobius took a quick look down to you delicate hands trying to turn the knobs before looking back up.

“It’s the second one.” He spoke in a quite demanding tone and you done what he said and just thanked him. Just as you sat there, the music began to play. It was “I’m not in love” by 10cc. The small music at the beginning filled the silence, but oh was this the wrong song for this moment, it’s like the god wanted to smite you.

“I’m not in love, so don’t forget it …. A silly phase I’m going through” Mobius started to slowly sing the tune. He smooth voice made you laugh. He continues the word adding a flare to each line “so if call you, don’t make a fuss don’t tell your friends about the two of us” he sang, and the slow music came back in.

“Come on you have to do the next part I need a woman’s touch to this duet…” he nudged your arm with his spare hand “no way” you laughed “come on quick it's coming on” he looked at you then back to the road “you have to quick” he spoke again and there came the part “be quite big boys don’t cry, big boys don’t cry, big boys don’t cry” you couldn’t finish the rest as you burst out laugh ring from the stupid whisper you done while singing the part.

The act stopped as you pulled to your house. All the lights turned off, rather your mom was on shift or asleep. You took one look at your house and then at mobius, who eyes were already on you. “Thank you, Mr M” you smiled, “no, no, thank you for having my spawns of Satan for the night, so I could attend some fucking shitty funding gala for rich people.” You never heard him swear before, and the sound of it was the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard.

“It okay anytime” you laughed at his response and your cheek flushed once more, “Are you sure you’re feeling okay ?” He lifted his hand, resting his palm on your head then moving it to your cheek, “you look a little flushed” he observed, making your face redden more. “I-I’m fine, I promise” you took his hand from your cheeks with your own and placed his own hand back on his thigh “okay” was all he said, but he still stared at you.

“Urmmm thanks again for the ride, I appreciate it.” You got out of the car, shutting the door before heading into your house, waving him goodbye. He waved back and even after you had gone in, mobius sat there for a moment, his hand still resting on his thigh. Even on the ride home, his hand stayed there. It felt like you were still there and no matter how hard he rubbed his thigh, your touch stayed, your warm delicate hands stayed.

#i’m in love #loki season 2 #loki laufeyson #mobius mcu #mobius m mobius #mobius loki #mobius x reader #mobius marvel #mobius #loki marvel #tva loki #loki spoilers #loki series #mcu loki #fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfiction

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golbrocklovely · 7 months

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the chosen daughter // colby brock - chapter twenty-three

A/N: it took me a whole year to write this next chapter, and i am so sorry about that. i can't make any promises as to when the next chapter will come out, but i promise i'm seeing this story thru. mark my words on that. hopefully this long ass chapter makes up for the long ass wait lol lmk what you think and i'll see you guys much sooner than a year !!

story description

trigger warning: angst, cursing, mentions of abuse, SMUT, cliffhanger (wow i'm the worse for this lol)

word count: 7320

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It was hard to get to sleep after the conversation Tara and I had. I slept on and off all night, never feeling fully rested. I finally woke up mid-afternoon, the sun pouring through the cracks of the almost covered window.

Even though Tara assured me that I wouldn't die, I couldn't help but feel deep within me that that wasn't going to be the case. The idea alone shook me to my core, draining all the energy out of me.

I spent most of the day in Colby's room, lying in bed. Unmoving. I could hear everyone outside coming in and out of the apartment. Colby would occasionally poke his head in, seeing if I was alright. I would just close my eyes, pretending I was asleep. I had no energy to talk about what was going through my mind. Hours passed and it wasn't until I looked at my phone and saw the time that I realized I needed to get ready for work soon. I groaned, getting out of bed, and leaving his room. I slowly trudged to the bathroom.

"You okay, baby?" Colby called from the living room.

I hummed out a response, hoping he heard me. I finished, washed my hands, and left the bathroom. I sighed deeply as I walked towards the kitchen, figuring I should make something to eat before getting ready.

"Jade..." I turned towards Colby, his arms lightly reaching out and his hands grazing my wrists.

"What?" I whispered; my voice unable to speak louder.

Colby cupped my face, making my look into his eyes. "Babe, you look... so tired. Are you okay?"

The softness in his voice and touch made my heart ache. My body felt so heavy, my mind going both a million miles a minute and quiet all at once. I slid my arms around Colby, almost collapsing against him. Tears welled up in my eyes, my vision blurring. Colby rubbed my back, soothing me as I cried into his chest.

"I-I just...." I stuttered, blubbering.

"What, Jade? What is it?" He cooed.

"Every time things feel like they are calming down, they just get worse. Nothing seems to be going right for me, for us. I-I don't know how much more I can take." I shook, my cheeks soaked with tears.

"Try to calm down, Jade. It's gonna be okay." He assured me.

"But how do you know that? I mean, every time I try to catch a break, everything blows up in my face." I pulled back, looking up at him. "I try to take off work to relax, a 500-year-old vampire comes into town and toys with me. And then his brother decides he wants to fuck around with me too. And not only me, but you! Ronnie is constantly getting on my case, and then Mike tries to kill me. And yesterday every vampire I came into contact with was acting weird, only for me to find out that I apparently smell better without my necklace on. And that just adds a whole 'nother layer to all of this."

I finally tried catching my breath, no longer sad - but infuriated. "Am I cursed? That's what it feels like."

Colby shook his head. "I don't think you are. I think you are one person going through a lot in a short period of time that needs a real, serious break. And after what Tara said to you last night, I can only imagine what's going on inside your head."

I scrunched up my face. "How do you know what Tara said?"

"I may have... listened in on your conversation." He blinked.

"Colby." I whined, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"What? You're lucky I haven't locked you up inside my bedroom forever until all this blows over," he joked. "Besides, I don't want to be kept in the dark."

"I would have told you eventually." I argued, somewhat telling the truth.

"Are you sure about that? Because I have a sneaking suspicion that wouldn't happen given the information Tara shared with you about Kat and Xiomara." He lowered his voice, getting close to me.

"Don't tell the rest of the group. Kat begged me not-" I started, placing my hands on his chest.

Colby cut me off, cupping my hands into his. "I don't plan on it. I know there are a lot of vampires out there that would kill Kat for even being a witch, let alone being related to Xiomara. Besides I owe her. She did try to save me."

I exhaled, lowering my head. "I wish I could go somewhere, get away from all of this."

"Even out of the city would be better than this. Especially this dump." He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in.

"It's not too bad here. It's everything outside that's bad." I mumbled.

Colby held me in his arms tightly, rubbing my back soothingly. I breathed in his scent, warm and comforting. I knew I was safe in his arms. All I wanted was to freeze time and stay like this forever.

"You should call out." He stated plainly.

I huffed. "I don't know if I can. Roger would be really pissed-"

Colby scoffed. "Fuck Roger. Call out. Worse case he fires you."

"Some of us need to have a job that isn't hidden in the shadows or the apartment of a nightclub, Colby." I sassed.

"You can always work here if need be. God knows Kevin needs the extra hands when he can." Colby mentioned.

I paused, realizing he was right, "...That's true, I guess."

His face lightened. "So call out."

"Okay. I won't call though. I don't feel like talking. I'll just text Roger." I grabbed my phone out of my pocket.

"Sounds like a plan," he smiled, leaving the kitchen. "I have to step out for a minute and make a call. I'll be right back."

Colby walked out the apartment door, pulling out his phone as he closed it. I texted Roger that I wasn't coming in. I turned my phone on silent mode, not wanting to hear from him or Ronnie about me not showing up tonight.

I don't know why I was concerned about a job that barely paid me enough to live. With all the shit going on in my life right now, they're lucky I even show up at all.

Colby came back in a moment later, grinning. "Jade, go pack a bag."

"What? Why?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I want to take you somewhere, and we might be there for a bit." He explained, rubbing my arms sweetly.

"Well, where is 'there'?" I questioned.

"I can't tell you. That will ruin the surprise." Colby turned me towards the bedroom, slapping my ass lightly, "Now, go pack."

I didn't have too many clothes to pack in the first place, so it only took me a couple minutes to get ready. I changed into nicer clothes and walked out of Colby's room. He went in his room, grabbing a few things together, and was ready within a minute.

Vampire speed... must be nice.

Colby grabbed my hand, walking me out of the club's back entrance. He waved at Kevin, who gave him a casual salute as we passed. As we got outside, he pulled me to the garage across the street that was owned by the club.

"What are we doing over here?" I asked.

"Well, we gotta drive to get to our destination so I figured we could use my car." Colby replied, pulling out his keys and unalarming a car in the back corner of the garage. I followed him towards a car wrapped in a tarp.

"Is it a nice one?" I quired.

"Um," he shrugged. "I think it is."

Colby pulled the tarp off of his car, and underneath was an older model Toyota Corolla. It was a muted red color, and the interior was a beige nude color.

I stared over the top of the car at him. "This is the car you drive?"

"I don't really drive all that often anymore. But when I do... I ride in style." He opened his arms wide, gesturing to the car with a playful smile.

"Does Kevin not pay you enough to afford a nicer car? Hell, even a newer one?" I glanced over the car, biting my lip.

"Hey now, don't make fun of the honeywagon. She's gotten me very far in life, thank you very much." He rebutted jokingly.

"The honey-what?" I deadpanned.

"You heard me." Colby smirked, his dimples appearing for a brief moment. "Now, are you gonna keep making fun of my car, or are you going to get in?"

I rolled my eyes, opening the passenger door. I slid in, adjusting my seat a bit, and dropped my bag into the back seat. Colby got in, putting his bag in the back as well, and started the car immediately.

"I'm surprise she starts." I jeered lightly.

Colby rubbed the steering wheel, "Just because she's from 2007 does not mean she doesn't run like a champ."

"2007? Wow, that's... a long time ago." I snickered.

"Hey, when I bought this car in 2009, it was pretty new then." He responded.

My eyes widened. "You bought this car back in 2009?"

Colby backed the car up and out of the garage, starting us on our journey. "Yeah. When I turned 18, I found out that my mom left me a good amount of money. It wasn't enough for me to get my own place, but it was enough to pay for this car. I pretty much spent all of her money on this."

My stomach dropped, my previous words hitting me. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made fun-"

"It's okay Jade," he chuckled at my expression. "You ain't the first to rag on the honeywagon. Mike has given me shit over it for years. But, like I always tell him, it's sentimental."

I paused before continuing, knowing this was a touchy subject. "What happened to your mom? ...If you don't mind me asking."

Colby swallowed, his eyes remaining on the road. "My mom died of a heart attack when I was 10, and my dad had died back when I was a toddler, so I never really knew him. So, I didn't really have any other family around... besides Aunt Susan. She was also legally my godmother, so she was obligated to take me in. She got the house and everything else my mom left, even though most of it was left for me."

I lowered my voice, "The vision I saw of her and you. She grabbed you by your throat so aggressively. How often was she... like that?"

"The one moment you did see was basically how every day went. She always treated me like I was a burden, even back when I was a kid. She constantly belittled me, told me I wasn't good enough, and compared me to my mother in the worse way. It made me sick living there. And I had plans to move out as soon as I turned 18, but things never lined up well enough for me." He laughed bitterly, "And of course she wanted to kick me out the moment I was an adult, but she couldn't afford to live in the house without my extra income so once I finished high school, I moved to the basement and basically turned it into a little apartment. I never saw her unless I had to and all I did was go to work and come home. And that was my life for a long time."

"Did you have friends?" I inquired.

"I mean, I had a couple, but none that were actually close. Plus, once vampires came out to the public, a lot of people saw me as a pariah because of my aunt." He informed.

I frowned. "Why?"

"She was known in our town, affectionally, as a blood whore." Colby drove us onto the highway, leading us away from the city.

"Jesus..." I whispered, surprised.

"When vampires first came out, a lot of people were scared of them. But my aunt wasn't one of them. She was very... welcoming, to say the least. And she found out very quickly that vampire's blood was something worth befriending over." He remarked, his tone dull.

"She used to drink vampire blood?" I gaped.

"All the time. She used to give her blood to vampires in exchange - sometimes for money, sometimes for their blood. She became an addict to it, to some degree. Vampire blood, if drank a lot and in high quantities, can cause the person to feel high. So, she did that a lot of the times. She had a lot of vampire boyfriends. None of them ever stayed around too long. Just long enough for her to get her fix and then move onto the next..." His voice fell off for a moment, coming back more emotional; angrier. "Until Xaiver."

I reached over, placing my hand on Colby's forearm, rubbing it softly.

"She didn't exactly hang around with the best vampires, but he was especially sketchy. A lot of local vampires didn't fuck with him, but of course she still found her way to him. I found out later what happened with her and him. Because he was a dealer, he would sell his blood in vials. They met in some bar, and a week later went out on a ‘date’. He gave her a vial of his blood. And he expected that in return she would do the same the next date. But there never was another date. She just stole his blood and dipped. Hid in the house for two weeks in case he was out hunting for her - which he was. Eventually he heard that she had a kid that she took care of and that's how he found me." He glared at the road ahead, his jaw tense.

"I'm sorry that happened to you. You didn't deserve that." I consoled; the flashes of his memory played in my mind.

"It was such a weird feeling... turning into a vampire. I had heard stories of what it was like, and none of them explained it the way I felt it. Everything became sharp and intense. I was seeing colors I couldn't see before, lights were brighter, everything smelled so strong, and I could hear everything around me all at once. And the emotions - those are what really took me by surprise. I felt.... everything," Colby took a ragged breath. "Anything I had ever held back, anything I ever thought, I felt it. In that very moment. It was all so overwhelming. That word doesn't even do it justice."

I laced my fingers with his free hand, giving him a squeeze. "I can only imagine."

"I think my powers also made it ten times worse, at least for me. The moment I touched my aunt... I saw everything about her. Her whole entire life flashed before my eyes. Everything she ever felt or thought came to me. And I hated every second of it." He fumed lowly, sliding his hand out of my own for a moment.

I stayed silent, just watching Colby. His eyes remained on the road, but they were intense, dark. His one hand gripped the steering wheel while other rested softly on my thigh.

"I always thought that she didn't love me. I knew for a fact she didn't like me, you didn't need supernatural powers to know that. But I had hoped she cared, even a little. And there were times in her life she did. But deep down she never... wanted me," he confessed, his voice almost falling to a whisper. He swallowed and continued, "She was extremely jealous of the life my mom had. My mom had a great husband until he passed, she had a house, a family - everything my aunt wanted but could never get for whatever reason. And I was just a reminder of that. She gladly took the house, the car, my mom's money, but she didn't really want me. And knowing that she was actually kind of glad when my mom passed... I couldn't have stopped myself even if I wanted to."

"I don't blame you for what you did." I stated, looking into his eyes.

He blinked, turning back to the road. "When the police showed up, I told them that a vampire came in and attacked us both. They believed me because of her history, took her body to the morgue, and that was it. I paid for a funeral I didn't attend and buried her. I sold the house and any other possessions I could and never turned back."

"What happened to Xavier?" I uttered.

"I killed him before I left town. He was the second person I ever killed." He revealed.

I furrowed my brow, "He was hardly a person. He was a monster for what he did to you."

"Sometimes I regret killing either one of them. But then I think most likely if I hadn't, someone else would've. They both messed around with a lot of strange people..." He trailed off.

I tried to change the subject, sensing that Colby was getting tired of talking about this one. "What age did you get turned at?"

"22. I was about to be 23." He answered.

"How old would you be now?" I thought out loud.

"I would be 28. I was only born in '91." He stated.

"Oh my God... I'm dating an older man?" I gasped. "Sexy."

He finally cracked a genuine smile. "Why don't you get some rest? We have a long drive ahead of us."

"You still haven't told me where we're going." I argued light-heartedly.

"Well, clearly it's up in the mountains." He pointed to the mountains in the distance.

"I can tell that. But where?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You'll see eventually." He teased.

"You never fully explained why you're driving there. Couldn't we have vampire ran?" I questioned.

"It's a couple hours away, and while I'm strong I don't think I could run that far. Plus, I wanted to spend time with you, even if you're just asleep." He turned to me, giving me a wink. "So, get some rest."

I snuggled into my seat, leaning back a bit and staring out the window. The quiet sound of the radio and Colby's breathing lulled me to sleep in no time.

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"Baby, it's time to get up. We're here." Colby whispered, his soothing voice waking me.

I opened my eyes slowly, trying to focus them. The lights of the car illuminated the forest around us. And a few feet from the car was a cabin. A little porch with two red chairs rested on the outside with a set of stairs leading up to it. The cabin looked well taken care of, the light on the outside inviting us in. Little white flowers adorned the path leading to the stairs and around the whole property.

I got out of the car, my eyes widening at the sight. It was still dark out, but the sun would be rising soon, the sky a lighter blue than before. I turned towards Colby, who had both of our bags in his hands. He raced up the stairs, entering the cabin and turning the lights on. I walked up the path to the house, gliding up the stairs and into the cabin. I took in all of the little details of the place: the dark wooden interior, the rock wall fireplace, the cozy deep red couches, the soft oak table right outside of the kitchen. Everything about this place was beautiful. The house even smelled good, a mix of cinnamon and mahogany.

"So, what do you think?" He breathed almost nervously.

I gazed around the cabin, trying to take in every detail that I could. "Colby... how did you get a place like this last minute?"

"Well, Kevin knows a guy that owns this house. And I asked him to ask the guy if it was okay for us to come up here. And he said it was fine. We've all come up here before, sometimes just to get away from the city." Colby stepped closer to me. "Did you notice the white flowers outside?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah I did. Wait... are those-?"

He cut me off, smiling. "Angelica californica, to be exact."

"They grow here?" I questioned.

"Naturally, but we also add to the population occasionally." He joked, his dimples appearing.

"So... no vampires?" I whispered.

He replied back just as quiet. "No vampires. Except for me, of course."

I jumped up, hugging him tightly. "Oh Colby. This is the best present ever. Thank you."

"Of course, baby. You deserve this, and so much more." He pulled back, his arms still wrapped around me, "So, the closest cabin is about a mile away. Same with the closest town. I figured in an hour or two we can go into town, maybe get some breakfast at the diner? And then afterwards I can pick us up some groceries, that way you aren't starving the whole week we're here."

I gasped, "We're gonna be here for a week? Oh no, Colby, I only called out for a day.”

"Ehh, don't worry. You have off this weekend, right? Stay here with me, and we'll worry about all of that on Monday." Colby argued.

"I have a feeling I won't want to leave though." I exhaled dramatically.

He feigned concern. "Oh no... whatever will we do?"

I smacked his chest, a laugh erupting from him.

"Go take a shower, and I'll unpack our bags. Sound good?" He held my hands, giving them a light squeeze.

I nodded, walking into the bedroom and pulling out some clothes to change into for after my shower.

I took the longest shower of my life, scrubbing all the stress away and off my body. By the time I had gotten out, it had been an hour, and the diner was ready to open. Colby and I drove into town, enjoying the view of the quaint place. The diner wasn't packed, but a steady stream of customers were coming in and out for the breakfast rush. We sat down at a table and enjoyed our meal slowly, people-watching the whole time. We walked through town, looking at all the little shops and stopping in a few. I bought a mug with the town's name on it, Colby rolled his eyes as I did. We then went to the grocery store, picking up a few things to make lunch and dinner. Colby wasn't much of a cook, and neither was I, so we settled on pasta for tonight. We drove home, but I didn't feel like settling in yet.

"Do you wanna go on a hike?" Colby suggested.

And we did just that. The fresh air almost burned my lungs, the crispness feeling sharp with every breath. It had been overcast out all day, making it the perfect weather to walk in. I found a stream not too far away from our cabin, following it down until it opened up to a lake. We sat at the dock of the lake, staring out into the water, huddled close to each other.

Then the skies opened up, rain pouring and soaking us instantly. We laughed as we raced home, Colby holding my hand the whole time. Eventually when we were close, Colby picked me up bridal style and sped me into the cabin. Thunder crackled in the distance, making the ground shake. Colby started a fire, and the cabin warmed up instantly.

I didn't remember falling asleep, but I did. I woke up wrapped up in a blanket, a soft pillow resting under me. The tv was on, playing a random channel I hadn't seen before. The cabin smelled of butter and pasta sauce. I looked at the time, and it was already 5:36 P.M.

"Good evening, sleepy head. Dinner will be ready soon, if you wanna get up." Colby spoke from the kitchen.

I stretched, getting up and heading towards his voice. "You should have woke me sooner. I would have helped with dinner."

He snickered, "I'm not that clueless when it comes to making pasta. Besides, you looked too peaceful, and I figured after the long day of walking around your body could use some more rest."

"Well, I'll at least set the table." I pulled out two dishes, walking over to the table and placing them down. I noticed in the little vase there were three flowers: two things of angelica and a single rose.

He noticed me staring, "I got that for you at the grocery store. I made sure to hide it so you wouldn't see."

"You are literally too sweet to me." I leaned in, pecking his lips.

He shrugged half-heartedly. "I don't know about too sweet, but I'm definitely trying my best here.”

My face dropped, turning to look at him completely. "Colby, you got me a cabin, drove me all the way here just so I could catch a break. You bought me breakfast and groceries and are now making me dinner. If that isn't sweet, I don't know what is."

He looked down, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He continued stirring the pasta.

Oh my God... I made Colby blush.

A moment later, he turned off the heat, dumping the pasta water out and into the heated sauce. He mixed that up for a minute and turned to me. "I think it's ready."

We ate dinner slowly, enjoying each bite. Maybe it was because I hadn't had a homecooked meal in ages, but the pasta was to die for. We chatted the whole time, commenting on our day and the different things we saw at the diner and the lake. Once we finished, Colby poured some wine for us. A lull finally fell into our conversation, but we still sat in the dining room, sipping our wine. Colby held my hand, lightly running his thumb back and forth.

I squeezed his hand gently. "Thank you so much for this, Colby. Truly. I needed this escape so badly."

"Of course, Jade. I'll be honest though; this wasn't just an escape for you. It was for me too. I'm not exactly... not stressed, about everything going on." He took a long sip from his wine glass, his voice low.

I sighed deeply, gazing down at the table. "It's insane how crazy our lives have gotten in such a short time."

Colby nodded his head, finishing off his wine. He reached out his now free hand, wanting to hold mine. I gave him it, cupping his gently. His grip tightened as he began to speak.

"I'm... scared, of what's to come, Jade."

My heart sank at his words, his voice catching me off guard. He kept his head down as he continued.

"I want to be able to protect you, and I think I can, but there is a part of me that thinks I'm not enough. That I'm not strong enough. And especially if someone like Rinaldi or Max is coming after you... it's true. And it terrifies me that that's the truth. Hearing what Tara said to you, that there's the possibility that my greatest fear could happen, that you could die... I don't know what I would do with myself. I can't lose you, Jade. You're the first person I've let in in such a long time and I just can't..." His voice waivered as he trailed off, his head lowered to our hands, resting on them.

I felt a single tear slide down my face, unaware that his words did that to me. I wanted to reach out and grab him, pull him as close to me as possible and never let go. I wasn't sure what to say, but as we both stayed quiet for a moment, I felt myself utter words I knew to be true.

"I love you, Colby."

I could feel Colby freeze, halting his breath. He picked his head up slowly, his eyes almost staring through me. My heart sped up at his intense look.

"I know this might seem sudden... but I've felt this way for a long time." I shuttered out a breath, not realizing how nervous I was, "I don't expect you to say it back."

"I-I... want to, though. I just," his voice fell off, his eyes boring down at our still laced hands. "I've never had anyone say that to me."

My heart shattered, "No one's ever said I love you to you before?"

"Not since I was young. All of our friends have made passing remarks, saying that they care about me, but... not ‘I love you’. Not like how you said it." He murmured.

I squeezed his hands, running my thumb over his knuckles. I leaned down and kissed the top of them, looking up at him briefly. The silence filled the room, and I could see Colby wanted to speak, but was unsure of what to say. I truly didn't expect him to say it back, but part of me hoped for some response soon. My ears rang from the quiet.

Colby's eyes connected with mine, his icy blues gazing deep. "I'm not good at talking. I've never been great at saying what I feel. But I think I can show you... what I feel."

He stood up, pulling me to my feet. He cupped my face gently, his hand feeling almost cold against my hot skin. He leaned in slowly, pressing his body into me. His lips captured mine, an electric charge surging through my body instantly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers running through his hair.

Colby pushed me lightly against the table, his hands sliding down my body until he reached my hips. He gripped them tightly, the feeling causing a light sigh to fall from my lips. He smirked into the kiss, pulling away briefly to lift me up onto the table. He placed me down, connecting his lips with mine again. I wrapped my legs around his hips, squeezing him into me. Our kiss deepened, our tongues dancing with one another. Suddenly, he scooped me up from the table, walking me to the bedroom carefully.

He got me to the edge of the bed, dropping me softly. I gasped as I fell back, my legs dangling off the bed as he stared down at me. I swear for a second, I saw his eyes flash red as he scanned my body. My heart raced at the thought of what he could, and would, do to me.

He leaned down, hovering over me as he murmured in my ear. "I want to make you feel good, Jade."

I bit my lip, "I-I want you to do that."

Colby chuckled, kissing down my neck. He nipped at my collarbone; goosebumps rose across my skin as he did. He kept kissing down my body, my chest heaving as he got closer to my sex. I could feel the fire already burning deep within me growing. I wanted him so badly and for so long. And now, it was finally happening.

He raised my shirt up slowly, his hands stopping just underneath my bra. He looked into my eyes and nodded my head, sitting up and letting him pull my shirt off. He gazed over my newly exposed skin, taking in every inch of it. He glided his head down, his breath fanning just above the button of my pants. I shuddered at the feeling, needing him to keep going.

"I've wanted to taste you for so long, Jade." He glanced up at me, a whine almost falling from his lips, "Can I? Please?"

My panties grew wetter from the desperation in his voice. I nodded, unable to speak. Colby unbuttoned my pants, sliding them down my body hastily. His hands cupped my hips, his mouth kissing just above my underwear. My breath hitched at the sensation, my body tensing.

"You're already so wet for me... God, I need to taste you now." He growled.

He pulled my underwear off, throwing it behind him. I bit my lip as the cool air of the cabin hit my naked sex. My hips arched, wanting Colby to give me some relief.

"Use your words, baby. What do you want from me?" He teased, kissing my thighs.

I shuttered, "C-Colby, please. I need you so badly."

"To what?" He blinked innocently.

"Make me come with your tongue." I mewled.

Colby clenched his jaw at my words, his eyes closing tightly for a moment. "Whatever you want, baby. It's yours."

His mouth immediately connected with my clit, pulling it into his mouth and gently sucking on it. Pleasure rolled down my body, my legs instinctively wrapping around his head and resting on his shoulders. As he continued to play with my clit, his fingers lightly brushed up and down my lips, teasing my entrance.

"Oh my God, fuck Colby." I moaned, my eyes fluttering close.

He buried his head deeper into my cunt, his tongue and fingers switching positions. He lapped at my hole, his middle finger rubbing slow circles into my clit.

My hips bucked out his actions, whines falling from my mouth. He kept his pace slow and deep, causing pleasure to roll down my body over and over again.

I could feel my body getting closer to the edge, but I wanted him, needed him, inside of me. "Colby...."

"Yes, beautiful?" He hummed, picking his head up.

"Please.... I need you." I whimpered, my fingers tracing up his face as he looked at me.

He slowed raised up to my face, his mouth pressed closed to my ear. "You need me inside of you?"

"Yes," I shook my head desperately.

"How badly do you need me, baby? Tell me." He demanded teasingly.

"Colby, please." I pawed at his chest, still covered by his shirt, "I need you to take this off, right fucking now."

"Yeah?" He smirked, sitting up and pulling his shirt off with one arm.

My hands immediately slid up his chest, feeling his muscles tighten under my touch. I bit my lip, taking in every inch of him.

Suddenly, Colby's face changed. He lowered himself back down to me, his body resting against mine firmly. I could feel his bulge pressing hard into my thigh. That sent a shockwave through me, knowing I was turning him on.

"Jade... I want you," he swallowed hard. "I want you so badly. I've needed you for so long."

He leaned in, our lips connecting in a passionate kiss. My breath was instantly taken from me, my chest heaving from needed oxygen. My hands drifted down his body, undoing and sliding his pants down enough so that I could grasp his hard member. He gasped against my mouth, his grip on my hips tightening. He thrusted slowly into my hand as I held him. I could tell just from a few pumps that he was big. My pussy clenched at the feeling.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" He whispered lowly, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded, a tiny whimper escaping my mouth.

Colby kissed along my neck as he pulled his pants down all the way. His hands slid behind me and popped my bra off, yanking it away from my body quickly. I giggled at his actions; his neediness just as present as mine.

He reached over to the nightstand, opening the drawer and grabbing a condom. He rolled the condom down his shaft, my eyes widening at his now completely naked form. He was so beautiful, in more ways than one. My breath hitched in my throat as I took in as much as I could.

He leaned his head against mine, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. "Do you still want this? Do you still want to do this?"

"Of course. More than ever." I cupped his face gently, pecking his lips.

He lined himself up, his eyes boring into mine for just a moment. As he entered me, he closed his eyes tightly, his mouth a gape. I moaned as he stretched me out, filling me deeply.

"Fuck Jade, you feel so good." He grunted, his chest vibrating from how deep his voice was.

Once he was completely inside of me, his eyes shot open, two red orbs staring back at me. Veins popped out from under his skin by his eyes. And his parted mouth showed fangs.

I gazed up at him, excited by the vampire before me. I've only ever seen him like this once, and now it felt completely different. Back then I barely even knew him. And now, he was the love of my life.

"I'm sorry, baby. Give me a second, okay?" Colby hissed, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against mine.

I hushed him, cupping his face, "No, it's okay Colby. I'm not scared. You don't scare me."

Colby exhaled. "That's good to know. But I still don't like having my fangs out while I'm fucking you."

I stuttered out, "I... don't mind."

"Oh? You like the fangs?" He sassed, his hips slowly starting to move.

"Yeah." I whispered bashfully, a light blush creeping across my skin.

"You're blushing.... oh my God, that's so fucking hot." He cursed.

I gripped his back a little hard, pulling him deeper into me as he thrusted. I matched his pace, our bodies moving as one.

Colby leaned into my neck, kissing and licking my skin. His fangs grazed against me, goosebumps forming. I let out a light gasp as he pressed his fangs in further, but never broke skin.

He groaned, his voice in my ear. "Do you want me to bite you? I can feel you squeezing around me tighter every time I almost do."

I inhaled sharply, taken aback by his tone. Colby chuckled darkly into my ear, his hips picking up speed.

"You want it, don’t you? Just admit it." He smirked.

I let out a raspy sound, unable to say anything. He was right, I did want him to bite me. But I wasn't going to say it. At least not yet.

"Make me." I uttered bravely.

His stare intensified, his lips twitching into a smile. "Fine."

Colby pinned down my hands to the bed with one hand, while his other shimmied down in between our bodies. He forced my legs apart wider, two of his fingers pushing lightly against my clit. He started stroking in time with his thrusts, which only got deeper and harder. I cried out in pleasure, my eyes rolling into the back of head from the new sensation.

"Tell me you need it. Tell me you want me to bite you." He ordered, staring into my eyes.

"Fuck, Colby! Pleaseeee." I whined, my brain turning to mush with his actions.

He grunted, his hips shuttering. "God I'm getting so close, Jade. Say what you want, baby. I'll give it to you. I'll give you whatever you want."

"Bite me, please." I whimpered.

"Say it louder, Jade." He hissed.

"Bite me, Colby!" I moaned louder, my pleasure building more and more. I could feel myself almost going over the edge. Fuck, I needed him to make me come.

"One more time, sweetheart. Say it for me now!" His voice thundered, his thrusts going deeper and deeper into me.

"Oh my God, please bite me! Please! I'm so fucking close!" I shouted desperately, my hips bucking wildly. I tried to force my hands out from under his hold, but they wouldn't budge. I just struggled against him as he kept up his fast-paced movements.

"Good girl, baby. Come for me." He growled, and then slammed his fangs into my neck. It was all overwhelming - the sensation of his fangs, his thrusts, and his words - and it immediately sent my body into overdrive. My orgasm ripped through me, my hips spasming in time with his. I cried out in pleasure, unable to hold back any sounds I had in me. He drank my blood slowly, but just the slight loss made my head all the more lighter.

"Oh shit I'm coming! Fuuuuuckkk-" Colby pounded into me over and over again, exploding in ecstasy as my blood leaked down his chin from my mouth. His red eyes almost glared down at me, intensely staring into my soul. I could feel his aura appear around us, engulfing us both. I was too out of my mind to care. Everything about this moment made my head spin and my mind blank out.

Once our orgasms subsided, Colby's body crashed down on top of mine. He let go of one of my hands, the other lacing fingers with his. We laid there and just breathed with one another, trying to slow down our racing hearts. It felt like forever before he finally picked his head up.

He picked his head up quickly, his mouth a gape. "Shit, I forgot you were bleeding. Here, let me give you some of my blood."

I slurred, "Nooo, y-you don't-"

"You're have no room to argue with me, sweetheart." Colby took his finger in his mouth, biting open the pad of it. Then he brought it to my lips. "Open up, baby."

I allowed his finger into my mouth, the metallic taste making me wince until suddenly changing into something sweet. I sucked on his finger, feeling the lightheadedness slowly going away.

"That's right... there you go. I didn't drink too much from you, so you don't need too much from me." A moment later, he slid his finger out of my mouth, a light ‘pop’ noise following.

"I-I was enjoying that, you know." I joked, sighing.

"I was too." He leaned in close, "There's a reason why I'm still hard inside of you."

We both giggled, his mischievous eyes softening. He pulled out of me a moment later, relaxing back on the bed beside me. We laid there silently, just listening to each other breathe. With a slight look, his hands grasped around my wrist, lightly tugging me over to him until my head was laying on his chest. He sighed deeply, snuggling into me more. I began to drift off, his soft breathing lulling me to sleep. We laid like this for hours, barely moving except to pull the blankets higher.

A ring tone ripped through the silent room. I glanced up at Colby who read his phone. "It's just Mike. He can leave a message."

I snuggled back in, waiting for the phone to stop. It did for a moment, only to start ringing again. The same tone and all.

"There's no reason for Mike to need me. He knows we’re up here. I left a note." He rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed.

"Okay." I laid my head down, but I didn't shut my eyes. Something churned in my stomach as I stared at the phone, hoping it wouldn't ring again.

But then it did.

Colby groaned, grabbing his phone off the table, and answering it. "What Mike?"

I could hear Mike's muffled voice, and it sounded panic.

Colby froze at Mike's words. He slowly rose from bed, my body falling off his. "What?"

My breath hitched. Something happened.

"Yeah. Yeah. We'll be there as soon as we can be. Tell him to hold on. I'm leaving right now." His tone was serious and pointed. He hung up the phone, getting out of bed quickly.

My stomach sank, my eyes widened. "What happened, Colby? What's wrong?"

He threw on his clothes hastily, turning to me. "It's Sam. Someone attacked him at the club tonight. We have to leave."

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I Never Want To Fall Asleep - Chapter 4

Word count: 7,109

For pairings, warnings, and disclaimer - see Masterpost

Sunday, December 18th, 2022

London, England to New York, New York

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to London Heathrow International Airport. We are now boarding for Jet Blue flight 20 to New York City. Could all passengers in rows 17 to 26 please make their way to gate A17 and have your boarding passes ready. Thank you, and enjoy your flight.”

You stand up, grabbing your backpack from the seat next to you, slinging it over your shoulder.

“Don’t rush, Y/N. We’ve got heaps of time.” You look back at Jake, still lazing across the uncomfortable airport lounge seats, bag behind his head.

You frown. “I’m in row 18, so I should go now.”

He grumbles, and leans over the back of the chairs to Danny on the other side.

“Hey, do you mind swapping with Y/N and sitting with Jules?” He asks.

Danny looks up at you and smiles. “‘Course not. Here.” He reaches over, handing you his boarding pass.

“No, Danny, you don’t have to do that.”

He waves his hand at you. “Come on, I insist. I love Jules, and besides, we’ve got lots of gossip to catch up on.” He looks to her where she’s standing next to you, and she gives him an exaggerated wink.

You huff. “Okay, fine. Thanks, Danny.” You take the paper from him and hand him yours.

Danny stands up. “It’s my pleasure. Shall we, Jules?”

As they walk away, you sit back down and check Danny’s ticket. 11C.

“Now we can sit together.” Jake smirks at you as you sit back down, closing his eyes again.

“Who else is in your row?”

He opens his eyes. “No one. I’d had it booked for Lily, but, y’know, she didn’t end up making it out.”

You nod. “Okay.”

When they finally call for rows 8 to 16, Jake reluctantly stands up and stretches. The two of you make your way to the gate, with Josh trailing behind.

You’d met with Lennon and Sam in the hotel restaurant for breakfast as they’d nursed their hangovers, catching you up on their escapades from the night before. When they’d badgered you about your holiday plans, you tried to keep it vague, mentioning you were planning to do a few things in New York.

It wasn’t entirely a lie.

Last night, when Jake had asked you to come to his family home for Christmas, you’d immediately said no. You’d pulled your hand from his, sat up in bed, and turned the lamp back on.

“Why on earth would I do that?”

Jake had chuckled. “’Cause I want you to be there?” He’d sat up too, propping himself against the headboard with a pillow.

You rolled your eyes. “And you told me off for referring to us as co-dependant.”

He’d laughed at you. “I know, I know. You were right. I know you don’t really have plans, and I didn’t think you’d be that crushed not to be spending the holidays alone in New York for the hundredth time. You’ve missed out on so many family Christmases. I want you to have a happy one.”

You scoffed. “That’s not the point, Jake. I can’t just crash Christmas with your family. Besides, I don’t want to be a seventh wheel. Sammy will have Lennon, Josh is bringing his new boyfriend, he already told me. And you’ll have Lily. I don’t know your sister at all. I’d feel so awkward.”

Jake had frowned. “Lennon’s not coming, she’s with her family. That’s why her and Sam are staying in London a bit longer. And, uh, Lily can’t make it this year. College.”

You hummed, still not really considering it. “I’ve never met your parents, or been to Michigan, for that matter. Where would I sleep? It’s not like I can share a twin bed with you, what would they think?”

He leaned over and twisted your hand so he could hold it. “You can sleep wherever you like, Y/N. I don’t care what they think. It’s none of their business.”

You’d groaned. “I can’t come to Frankenmuth to be your stand-in girlfriend. That’s ridiculous. I won’t be able to contribute anything and I’ll just get in the way.”

“You already know my brothers. Well, in fact. And they love you. And Ronnie and my parents will, too. You’ll feel right at home.” You turned your head to face him, his eyes earnest. “You don’t have to contribute anything. No one will expect gifts from you, and my mom always makes way too much food.”

“Won’t you be going to see your extended family? Or having them over? That’d just be too much.”

He’d shaken his head. “My grandparents host a dinner on Christmas Eve, but only my parents are going. Danny, my siblings and I have a tradition of watching Die Hard, and, y’know, ‘cause we’re not there that long this year, we managed to get ourselves out of it. You’d just hang out with us.”

“I have to go to New York. We have meetings when I get back. I still have work to do, my break doesn’t technically start ’til December 21st. I can’t just cut and run.”

He smiled. “That’s fine. I’m not going home ‘til the 20th, anyway. I’m going back to Nashville first to get my car. I’ll get you a flight on the 21st and I can come pick you up at the airport.”

You’d looked at him properly, then. His face was hopeful. You really felt like this could be a bad idea, and you didn’t know if it was appropriate, especially given the predicament you’d found yourselves in over the last few days. But the idea of spending Christmas with a family that was warm and inviting, friends you knew and trusted, it sounded so appealing.

The thought of waking up next to Jake on Christmas morning, even if it was the only time you’d ever get to do so, was magical.

“You really want me to come?”

He’d nodded. “I can’t really imagine it without you. You’re family.”

You smiled. “Okay, then. I’ll come.”

He’d laughed, and it sounded overjoyed. You felt a warmth spreading through your bones.

You switched off the lamp as he threw his arms around your waist, tackling you, still laughing, and pulled you down into him, wrapping his frame around yours and resting his nose in your hair.

“I can’t wait. It is the Christmas capital of the USA, you know. You’re going to love it.”

You’d giggled. You couldn’t wait, either.

But you weren’t sure how to broach the subject with Sammy and Lennon, so you didn’t. You assumed Jake would update his whole family before your inevitable arrival, and you didn’t feel like you should be the one to break the news.

You’d given them both big hugs and they’d wished you a happy holidays, making you promise to send photos of yourself in Times Square in the snow, and you’d laughed and wished them a good stay in London. Sam was driving up to Michigan on Thursday, so Jake had plenty of time to tell him.

Jake lets you take the window seat on the plane. You love being able to see the city as you take off, and you try and scavenge a window seat any time you can. He sits on the aisle, your bags on the empty seat between you.

As the plane takes off, you excitedly point out Big Ben to him, and the London Bridge. While the flight attendant isn’t looking, he slides across to the middle seat for a better view.

“Isn’t it amazing? All the places you hear about, read about in books or see in movies, right there. Underneath us!”

He chuckles at you. “Yeah. It’s pretty incredible.”

The flight isn’t too long, considering it’s international, only 8 hours. You sleep a little when you can, your head on Jake’s shoulder. You know that with the time difference, it’ll only be around 6pm when you touch down at JFK.

You watch a few episodes of The Office together, snacking on the tasteless airplane food, with Josh pestering you from the row behind every so often to share a funny passage of his book.

Once you finally land and disembark in New York, your legs are jelly. You’re so ready to roll straight into your new hotel bed. You collect your baggage from the carousel.

Jake, Josh and Danny have a connecting flight to Nashville, so you say your goodbyes in the airport as Jake hunts the board for their gate number.

“Ugh. Flight’s delayed, and we have to go to the domestic terminal to check our bags again. You should just head out from here, Y/N. Freddie and Jules are waiting for you. We’ll be fine.” Jake turns to Josh to check their flight details on his phone.

Danny wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“Have a safe flight, Danny.” You tell him, resting your head back against his chest.

“I will. It’s not me you have to worry about.” He chuckles, gesturing to the twins bickering in front of you. You turn your head to smile up at him.

Josh pulls you in for a big hug. “Happy Christmas, mama. May your days be merry and bright, and all that shit.” He waves his hands in the air, in very Josh fashion.

You giggle. “You too, Josh. Don’t forget to water my plants while you’re in Nashville.”

He waves you off. “That’s Jake’s problem. If you leave it up to me, they’ll die faster.”

You and Danny laugh. You know he’s right.

Josh looks to Jake. “Just gonna run to the bathroom before we go, brother. Meet us over there.” He points to the bathroom down the hall, gives Danny a knowing look, and they disappear with a wave.

You turn to Jake and give him a small smile. “So, I’ll see you in a few days, then?”

“Yep. Wednesday. Only three sleeps. And you get to be an honorary Kiszka for the holidays. How exciting is that?”

You laugh. “Extremely. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too.” He grins. “Michigan will suit you.”

He leans in to you, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, yours around his neck.

“Fly safe.” You whisper into his hair.

“I will. Enjoy New York.”

“I will.”

He kisses your forehead, and with that, he’s gone.

Monday, December 19th and Tuesday, December 20th 2022

New York, New York

Your three nights in New York go by too fast. One minute, you’re waking up in your new hotel room and getting dressed to head to the office for the crew debrief, the next minute, you’re repacking to head back to the airport.

Over the few days you’re there, you have to attend two meetings for the tour. After the debrief on Monday, you receive itineraries for the US and Canadian legs, and instructions on where to meet for the rundown the next day.

Monday evening you meet with your college friends, drinking in a dingy bar in Brooklyn until the wee hours of the morning. You have a wonderful time, sharing stories from tour and hearing about their lives in the city.

You also have a few work appointments, some in person and some virtual, meeting with the designers for alterations and getting to see some new designs. You’re complimented on your mending and maintenance by all of them, and they each thank you for keeping the integrity of their work.

“Some professionals with 20 years of experience can’t do repairs this well.” One of them says to you.

That makes you burst with pride, as you’d really tried your best to keep all the pieces looking as good as they did when they were handed over to you. Normal wear and tear was common, but it was your job to make sure no one noticed it.

After the second crew meeting on Tuesday afternoon, you, Julie and Freddie go out for dinner. Freddie snaps the obligatory picture of you and Jules in Times Square, snowflakes dusting your cheeks, which you quickly send to Lennon and Sam with the caption:

Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York!

You eat sushi at your favourite hole-in-the-wall Japanese restaurant, and toast to your incredible jobs with warm sake. You give them your handmade Christmas gifts, charcoal and white striped socks for Freddie, and a lilac crocheted headband for Jules.

“To keep your hair out of your face for work!” You tell her excitedly.

You’re so happy, you love these people so much. You feel so lucky.

Jake has texted you a few times.

Sunday, 11.04pm Jake: Made it home. Flight was shit, delayed and lots of turbulence. Storm coming tonight, apparently. Hope you’re asleep. Talk tomorrow x

Monday, 2.43pm Jake: <voice message> ‘Hey. I’m in the car. I, uh, thought it would be a good idea to go to the fucking mall 6 days before Christmas. It was a goddamn nightmare, I’d even made a list and I still had to leave before I got everything. Some woman with a baby in a stroller literally took a book out of my basket at the bookstore. It was so fucked. I’m never going shopping again.’

He’d sounded very grumpy, and it made you giggle.

Tuesday, 11.16am Jake: <5 photo attachments> Plants are still alive, see? The monstera looked a little sad but I’ve left it sitting in the tub with some water. Picked up the books, wasn’t sure which ones you wanted so I just got everything on your nightstand. Hope thats ok. Josh and I heading straight home from here. Will let you know when we arrive x

8.35pm Jake: We made it. Hope you’re having a nice time at dinner. That photo of you and Jules is very sweet. See you tomorrow. Bring all the warm things you have x

After dinner, you and Julie hole up in your hotel room, drinking beers from the mini-bar and eating the complimentary chocolates in your pyjamas.

You unload your tote bag full of summer clothes from tour onto her, and she promises to keep them safe in her hotel room until you return.

“Fuck, I’m gonna miss you so much. Freddie is gonna bore me to death. If I have to hear about his damn ex from Atlanta one more time…”

You laugh and slap her leg. “You’ll be fine, Jules. It’s less than two weeks, and you’ve got the weekend with your parents to look forward to. They’ll be here before you know it, and then I’ll be back here on the 2nd, and we’ll have as many girls nights as we can squeeze in when we’re back on the road.”

She smiles and rests her head on your shoulder. “Are you gonna be okay, babe? Christmas with his family? Are you sure that’s what you wanna do?”

You sigh. “Yeah, I’m sure. He really wants me there, and I wanna go too. I really miss family Christmases, and I can’t stand mine, so…”

She laughs. “As long as you’re sure.”

“I am.”

“Then have the best fucking time. Send me all the updates. God, I wish I had a rockstar boyfriend to take me to a cute as fuck Christmas town for the holidays.”

You giggle and rest your head on top of hers. “He’s not my boyfriend. But I will. Thanks, Jules.”

Wednesday, December 21st

Detroit, Michigan to Frankenmuth, Michigan

You turn on your phone as soon as the flight attendant gives you permission via the overhead announcement. 2.28pm. You’re taxiing now, and you can see the snow dusting the sprawling green fields around the airport through your tiny window. Jake’s texted to let you know he’ll be waiting for you at domestic arrivals, and you start to feel nervous.

You disembark the plane, making your way through the gate to the luggage carousel. Your bag is one of the last to come out, which just gives you more time to stand around, tapping your foot anxiously.

You don’t really know why you feel so nervous. You guess it’s not really about seeing Jake, but more about going to his home. Seeing where he grew up, meeting the rest of his family. It all feels very personal, like you’re about to see a side of him not many get to see.

You’re excited to spend time in the Midwest, see the Great Lakes, explore parts of your country you’ve never been to before. But you’re most excited to spend your favourite holiday with your friend.

Your best friend. That’s what he is.

You wonder if he feels the same way about you.

When you finally see him, you feel a weight lifted. Being in his presence is instantly comforting.

When he sees you, his face lights up.

“You made it!” He pulls you off the ground into a hug.

“I made it! I’m in Michigan!”

“You’re in Michigan!” He laughs bewilderedly, as if he can’t quite believe it.

Neither can you.

He sets you down, and takes your bag as you head out to the parking lot.

You nudge his shoulder with your own. “Who would’ve thought it, hey? The famous Jake Kiszka, guitarist extraordinare, bringing his tour wardrobe coordinator to Frankenmuth for Christmas with Mom and Dad.” You giggle.

He scoffs and wraps his arm around you. “Y/N, you’re not just our wardrobe coordinator. You’re my friend. I’m so happy you’re here.”

You blush deeply. “I’m happy to be here, too, Jake.”

“I’m glad. Wouldn’t have wanted you to come all this way and have a terrible time, y’know.”

You chuckle. “Well, it hasn’t really started yet. I might have an awful time. At least the flight was only an hour and a half. Not too much of a waste.”

He rolls his eyes as he pops the trunk of his Jeep and loads your bags.

You whistle. “Forgot you had such a fancy car.”

He laughs. “Yeah. I haven’t been using it much, but it’s good for driving up here.”

“I bet.” You nod, and climb in.

“You hungry?”

“Yeah, actually. Starving.” As you speak, you hear your stomach grumble. You look at him sheepishly.

He chuckles. “Sounds like it. Let’s get you some food.”

Jake stops for drive-through at the first fast food restaurant you pass, an unspoken agreement that neither of you wants to delay your journey to Frankenmuth any more than necessary. He orders for you, a cheeseburger, fries, and a strawberry shake, and then gives you a questioning look, as if to make sure he hasn’t overstepped. You nod, smiling. Your belly does a little flip.

When you’re back on the highway, you sip your milkshake, staring out the window, admiring the never-ending rolling greenery bordering the road. Jake’s playing his music through the car stereo, and you smile each time you recognise a song. Some of it folky, some classic rock. All of it the perfect soundtrack for this beautiful drive.

The further north you go, the denser and more lush the trees become, with more snow dripping from the branches. You talk about your favourite Christmas traditions, which movies you watch, what carols your parents play, what you like to eat around the holidays. You tell Jake about your favourite childhood Christmas, when you managed to rope your entire family into a production of the nativity scene. None of your family were religious, but you were so excited after learning about it at school, so they indulged you. You organised the whole thing, and made all the costumes, of course. Your two uncles and your grandmother were the three wise men. Your parents played the donkey, your mom the head, and your dad the tail. Your aunt was pregnant at the time, so naturally she was cast as the Virgin Mary. You were eight.

Jake tells you about how he and his siblings would always perform Christmas concerts for their family as kids. As he put it, he was the only one who ever knew how to play anything remotely good, but Josh would bash the drum kit, and Sam and Ronnie would sing bluesy renditions of Christmas carols. Sometimes their dad would join them on the harmonica. His favourite one was when he was nine, when he and Josh learned how to play ‘Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree’, because it was Sam’s favourite. Sam got so excited that he tried to sing along with a mouthful of jell-o and ended up with it all down his front.

You feel so warm when he talks about his family. You love to hear about his past, the stories and experiences that make him who he is.

You’ve been mostly quiet for this last half hour, only making a few comments about how pretty the scenery is, him humming in agreement. You’ve busied yourself with your knitting, and you’ve almost finished Danny’s scarf.

You look over to Jake, and find him looking back at you. He quickly flicks his gaze back out the windscreen.

“Eyes on the road, Kiszka.” You scold.

He blushes and clears his throat. “Not long now. About 20 minutes. It’ll take a bit longer, but do you want me to drive through town so you can see it?”

You grin. “Absolutely.”

The main township is only a few minutes from the highway, and you gasp as he drives through the centre of it. You point out a beautiful old building, flowers and trees surrounding a circular driveway, right in the middle of the main street.

“What’s that? It’s so pretty!” You look over at him excitedly.

Jake laughs. “That’s the visitors' centre. That’s the point, I guess.”

Your smile grows wider and turn back out your window.

The town is exactly as you’d expected, and it really does feel like little Bavaria. Cute, peaked roofs and quaint European street signs. Every lamppost is decorated with Christmas lights, snow covering the sidewalks, and there are locals wandering around on their afternoon errands, bundled up in coats and hats. It’s like magic.

“I feel like I’m in a Christmas movie!” You giggle.

Jake laughs.

He even takes you past his old high school, pointing out the music rooms where he’d used to have jazz band practice. It makes you smile to see him so proud of his hometown, and so excited to be sharing it with you.

When he’d told you stories about Frankenmuth on tour, he’d always complained about the tourist traps and the kitschy architecture, but seeing him in it, he really seemed like he belonged. And even if it was just the nostalgia or the familiarity, it really seemed like he loved it here, too.

You finally make your way back out of town, and he lets you know when you’re nearing his street.

“They know I’m coming, right?”

Jake laughs. “Yes, they know you’re coming. I texted Mom when you said yes. And I told Josh and Kai on the way up yesterday.”

You nod. “Kai? That’s the new boyfriend, right?”

“Yeah! I think you’ll really like him.” He smiles. “He’s cool, grew up in LA so he’s definitely out of his element here, y’know. But he’s really nice, and him and Josh are good together. Balance each other out. You’ll see.”

You feel warm hearing Jake talk about Kai. You know first hand how strong he and Josh’s bond is, so you figure their relationships with their twin’s partners must have to be so important for them. Given their twin telepathy, you can’t imagine Josh would ever choose someone Jake wouldn’t approve of, and vice versa.

You’d never met Lily in person, but you’d heard stories from Josh, Sam, and Danny. Jake didn’t talk about her much. She’d grown up in Frankenmuth too, and from what you knew, it sounded like she’d been in and out of Jake’s life for a while before they finally got together during senior year. She came from a wealthy family, and she’d always been interested in commerce and law, but her love of literature and art was what she and Jake had bonded over.

Josh had mentioned to you once that Lily had taken him to painting classes as a birthday gift. She sounded perfect, and you were secretly glad she wasn’t going to be here this year. You’re sure you would get along, if Jake liked her, then so would you. But you were glad you wouldn’t have to live in her shadow, and even though you knew your relationship with Jake would have to change eventually, you were happy to play pretend with him for just a little while longer.

As Jake pulls into the driveway, your nerves flood back. You’re all of a sudden terrified of meeting his parents, his sister. You feel like you’re going to stick out like a sore thumb. It’s different for Kai, you’re not Jake’s partner, and you’re probably never going to be back here again. You’re just a temporary guest, a work friend, with no future in this family.

Jake pulls the keys from the ignition and looks over at you, placing his hand over yours on your knee.

“It’s going to be fine. I want you here with me. That’s all that matters.”

You nod, a little shaky. “Yep, I know. It’s gonna be great.”

He chuckles. “It is. Take a deep breath. There’s nothing to be worried about.”

He gets your bags from the trunk and you follow the path up to the house. As you’re approaching the steps, the front door swings open.

“My baby is here! Come here, Jakey, give your momma a hug!” Jake laughs and puts your things down on the porch, walking right into his mother’s arms.

“Oh, honey, I’ve missed you!” She coos, rubbing circles on his back.

“Missed you too, Mom.” He takes a step back. “This is my friend, Y/N.” He looks at you. “Y/N, this is my mom, Karen.”

She opens her arms to you. “So good to meet you, sweetheart. Jake’s so happy you could make it, and so am I!” She embraces you in a sweet, motherly hug, and you instantly feel calm.

Everything was gonna be okay.

When you step back, you look at Jake questioningly.

“Didn’t you get here last night?”

He laughs as he grabs your bags and Karen ushers you into the house. “Yeah, I did. But Mom was out of town at our aunt’s place. She only got home while I was out getting you.”

“You can imagine how excited I was to get home to my kiddos, only to discover half of them weren’t even here!”

You look toward Jake guiltily and he cracks a smile. “Well, I’m here now, momma. And Sam will be here tomorrow, so you’ll have all of us together.”

She grins, a huge smile that lights up her face. “Yes, I will. And don’t worry, Y/N, I’m not upset that Jake went to go pick you up. But you can understand, if have to be stuck with only one of my boys, Josh certainly is the most painful.” She laughs.

“Already telling Y/N who your favourite child is, momma? Geeze, let her breathe. She’s only been in the door 30 seconds.” Josh pokes his head out into the entryway.

You give him a small smile. “Hi, Josh.”

He comes out and sweeps you up into a hug. “Well, you certainly pulled a fast one on us. I take back the Merry Christmas I wished you at the airport. Gotta save it for the real thing.”

You giggle. “Yeah, sorry about that. Thought Jake should probably tell you himself.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry, lover. The more the merrier!”

Two new faces now poke out from the room Josh has just emerged from.

The small brunette girl smiles at you, her long, golden brown hair flowing down her back.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Ronnie.”

“Nice to meet you too, Ronnie.” You grin at her. She looks so much like Jake.

The other, a tall, dark haired man walks over to Josh and places his hand on his waist.

Josh looks up at him and then back to you.

“And Y/N, this is Kai.”

He has a sweet smile. “Hey, Y/N. Glad you’re here. Takes the pressure off a bit, I reckon.”

You giggle. “Hey, Kai. Glad to be of assistance.”

Jake looks to Karen. “Where’s Dad? I thought yesterday was his last day of work.”

Karen sighs. “Nope, they managed to rope him into staying ’til Friday. He should be back around 6, so you’ll see him for dinner.”

Jake nods. “Alright. Y/N, lets get your bags upstairs, hey?”

You smile at everyone as they trudge back through to what you assume is the living room, Karen giving your hand a sweet pat, and you follow Jake up the stairs.

The first door at the top of the staircase reads ‘Sammy’ in little wooden letters. You smile. You follow Jake down the hall and to the left, and he swings open the door.

“Welcome to my room.”

You giggle.

It’s quite a large bedroom, and when you look around, you see walls covered in band posters, a stack of vinyls in one corner. The walls are painted a navy blue with white trim, and there’s glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling. There’s a desk, piled high with books, and guitar rack with a few acoustics and one electric. There’s two dressers, overflowing with clothes, and one closet in the corner that also looks like it’s bursting at the seams.

Against the two far walls, there are two twin beds.

One of them is made up neatly, fresh towels on the end. The books Jake picked up from your house sitting on the nightstand. The other, the one under the window, looks mussed up, and you guess this must be where Jake slept last night.

You linger in the doorway as he puts your bags down on the untouched bed.

“Is this yours and Josh’s room?” You ask.

He chuckles. “Yeah. He and Kai are on the fold out in the basement, though. So it’s just you and me in here.”

You walk over and sit down on the made bed, nodding.

Jake sits on his bed. “Is it what you expected?”

“Yeah, I think so. I don’t know, really. You never told me you and Josh shared a room.”

He laughs. “Didn’t I? Sorry. I think it’s why I like sharing a bed so much, y’know. Grew up with snoring 5 feet away from me. Now I can’t sleep without it.”

You give a little smile. “That makes sense.”

He frowns. “You don’t snore, Y/N. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, no, it’s okay.” You look at him. “I’m just a little overwhelmed, is all.”

“Were you expecting we’d share a bed?” He’s looking you over, as if trying to read your mind. “‘Cause I kinda wasn’t sure if you’d want to. I didn’t know if you were joking, what you said at the hotel. If you want, y’know, you can share with me anyway. At least with two beds in here, no one will have to know.” He grins.

“It’s okay, Jake. Really. We don’t have to share. We’ll have each other’s company, anyway.”

He nods. “Alright. Do you wanna, uh, unpack? Or do you wanna come downstairs? Up to you, no pressure.”

“Meet you down there in a bit?”

“Sure, no worries.” He smiles and leaves, closing the door gently behind him.

You don’t know what came over you just now. You guess you hadn’t really given too much thought to your sleeping arrangement, and you'd figured you’d either be bunking in Jake's bed or set up in a guest room, somewhere. You hadn’t imagined that you’d be just sharing a room, having him so close, yet just out of arms reach. That felt worse, somehow.

You’re here for 12 nights, which is kind of a long time, when you think about it. You’d originally only agreed to stay for Christmas, but Jake had talked you into staying on for Danny’s birthday celebrations and into the New Year, excitedly telling you about their plans to set off fireworks at the lake for New Years Eve.

“We’ve just spent one too many in cities, y’know. We need a break this year. It’ll be just us, no party or anything. You’ll love it.” He’d said, trying to convince you, and you’d eventually agreed.

As you unpack a few things onto the nightstand, plugging in your phone charger, you centre yourself. This will be fine. This is what you signed up for. You’re going to have a great time.

You eventually make it downstairs to find everyone in the living room, Joni Mitchell playing on the record player by the fireplace. Kai is on the recliner, Josh sitting on the ottoman between his feet. Jake and Ronnie are sitting at opposite ends of the couch, and when Josh sees you, he gestures to the spot between them.

“Come sit down! We’re catching Ronnie and Kai up on tour stories. I’m sure Y/N has plenty to share about how she deals with us troublesome boys on the road.” Josh cackles.

You giggle, sliding in next to Jake, and he leans over to you.

“Want a drink?”

“Uh, yeah, yes please. What are you having?” You eye his glass.

“Scotch, but there’s beer and wine in the kitchen. What would you like?”

You hum. “Beer sounds good, thanks.”

You all spend a few hours chattering and catching up, getting to know Kai and Ronnie. Jake and Josh boast about you to the others, commending you on their costumes. You brush it off, clarifying you were just maintaining the work of the designers. In turn, you compliment the boys on their music, calling out your favourite songs or particular performances from Europe that you'd loved.

When Kelly, Jake’s dad, arrives home, Karen calls you all in for dinner. You migrate to the dining table, where Karen, Ronnie, and Jake serve everyone’s plates, and you all end up with huge helpings of roast chicken and vegetables.

“Thanks so much, Karen. This all looks delicious.” You give her a warm smile.

“Yeah, thanks, Mom, but why did you make a roast? Won’t we be having like 3 more roast dinners over the weekend? You didn’t have to go all this trouble, I would’ve been happy with something simple.” Josh looks perplexed.

Karen laughs, and Kelly answers. “Your mother loves to cook for her family. Any night with you kids here is a special occasion.”

You all laugh.

Josh scoffs. “Unlike you, Dad. Last night we were left to fend for ourselves. Kai and I had to eat instant ramen.”

“Oh, hush, Joshua. You’ve made a terrible impression on our guest.” Karen scolds. “We’re not usually such bad hosts, Kai.”

Kai shrugs. “I didn’t mind it.”

Jake shakes his head at Josh. “Well, maybe if you’d learned how to cook, that wouldn’t be a problem.” He looks to Karen. “Thanks, momma. It’s special for us, too.” He smiles, and his hand brushes your thigh under the table, where he leaves it to rest.

You feel your cheeks warming.

Karen reaches over to pat Jake’s other hand. “You’re welcome, baby. Any time.”

Kelly pours the wine and raises his glass. “To my beautiful children, and their friends and partners,” he smiles at Kai, and then at you, “thank you for being here. We’ve missed you very much and we’re so proud of you. Welcome home.”

Karen looks like she might cry. “One more night, and I’ll have all of you under one roof.”

You all cheers, and dig in.

After dinner you’re all left sufficiently full, Josh collapsed on the couch in a food coma with his head in Kai’s lap. Ronnie goes to retire to her room, she flew in from Chicago this morning and is ready for bed. You wish her good night and she gives you a hug, telling you how great it was to meet you.

“My brother is so happy you’re here. Couldn’t stop talking about it last night.” She says in your ear.

You pull back, blushing. “I’m glad to be here, too.”

She pulls you aside, out of earshot of Jake and her parents talking in the dining room.

“I know about him and Lily’s arrangement, you know, so I won’t pretend I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you.” She smiles. She doesn’t look upset with you, but there’s something underlying her tone. “Don��t worry, Mom and Dad have no idea. Just… be careful. I know my brother, and I know he often bites off more than he can chew. He’s got a big heart, and he doesn’t know where to put all that love. Don’t let yourself get in over your head.”

You nod, her words dropping like rocks in your stomach.

“We’re not sleeping together.” You say quietly.

She hums. “All the more reason. No sex, and he’s this attached to you? Just don’t do anything you can’t get yourself out of. Lily will come back, she always does.”

She gives you a small wave and heads upstairs.

You feel sick. Everything Ronnie said, you already knew. You just didn’t want to have your suspicions confirmed. Honestly, you were surprised Josh hadn’t given you the same talk.

After cups of tea and biscuits at the dining table with Jake’s parents, you decide it’s time for you to go to bed, too.

You stand up, and Jake follows suit.

“I’m gonna head upstairs. I’m exhausted.”

He nods. “Alright, me too.”

You give him a small smile. “Good night, Karen. Thanks again for having me here. I really appreciate you making the room.”

She huffs and waves her hand at you. “Don’t be silly, sweetheart. It’s our pleasure. You’re so important to Jake, so you are to us, too. If you need anything, just let me know.”

She stands up and comes around the table to give you both a kiss on the cheek.

“‘Night, Mom.”

Kelly doesn’t get up, but he smiles warmly at you both.

“‘Night, kids.”

“‘Night, Dad. Thanks for the bourbon.” Jake grins.

“Good night, Kelly. Thanks again.”

He nods. “Sleep well.”

You make your way upstairs, Jake on your heels.

You collect your t-shirt and shorts for bed and toiletries from your duffle, and Jake points you in the direction of the bathroom.

You have a hot shower, and it soothes the anxiety radiating through you. Once you get out and into your pyjamas, you comb out your hair, leaving it out to dry while you sleep. You brush your teeth, applying some skin care, and giving yourself one final once-over in the mirror.

You head back to Jake’s room and find him already in bed, curled up with one of your books, reading glasses on. You giggle.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear glasses.” You say, shutting the door behind you and padding over to Josh’s bed.

He looks up from the page and smiles at you. “I don’t really on tour. I’m always so tired I never really get to read, y’know.”

“They suit you.”

“Well, thanks.”

You slip under the covers, scrolling through Instagram for a while. You send a text to Jules to let her know you made it here safely, and everything was all good.

A few times, Jake breaks the quiet, reading a you passage from the book that he thinks you might like. You don’t tell him you’ve already read that one, but he chooses all your favourite parts anyway. You like to hear him read aloud.

After 20 minutes or so, Jake switches off the light, and you plug in your phone, curling up in the small bed.

“Are you happy you came?” Jake speaks into the dark room.

“Yeah, of course. Your family are so nice. I feel really welcome.” You’re glad he can’t see your face.

“Good, I’m glad. Are you comfortable over there?”

You giggle. “Yep, snug as a bug.”

He laughs too, and it’s silent for a few minutes.

“I’d hoped you’d want to share with me. My bed, I mean. Sleeping by you, it’s different than with Josh. I just like knowing here’s there. But with you, it’s more. I like to have you next to me.”

You hum. “Is it really okay for us to be doing that, though? Here, in your parents house? I know on tour you’re like a free agent or whatever, but don’t you share that bed with Lily, when she’s here? Doesn’t it feel weird to you?”

He sighs. “I’ve told you, Y/N. I need you. I don’t really have an answer to any of that, I guess I should feel weird, or guilty, or whatever. But I don’t. All I know is that you make me feel happy, and comfortable. And I know you’re only just over there, but, I miss you.”

You feel like you might be about to cry. You miss him, too. You just keep hearing Ronnie’s words on repeat: ‘don’t let yourself get in over your head.’

The problem is, you already have.

After deliberating in silence for a few minutes, you pull back your covers, quietly padding over to Jake’s bed. It’s dark, but there’s enough moonlight coming through the window that you can see his face on the pillow. He looks sleepy, but he smiles widely, and scoots over toward the wall, holding the blankets back for you.

You slide in, and the bed suddenly feels very, very small. You do your best to stay on your half, but he’s facing you, and you can feel the entirety of his front pressed against your side.

“It’s okay.” He mumbles. “The bed is small. We can cuddle.” He puts his left arm over your tummy, his right sliding under the pillow behind your head. You breathe out a deep sigh and scoot down, letting your head be level with his chest. You turn to face him, inhaling his smell, wrapping your arm around his middle, tangling your legs with his. He’s wearing a t-shirt and boxers, and you thank the heavens he didn’t decide to sleep shirtless tonight.

You finally feel yourself relax, all the stress from the day washed away now that you’re here in his arms. You belong here. You belong to Jake, all of you, especially your heart.

But, as you’re falling asleep, you have to remind yourself. He doesn’t belong to you.

Chapter 5

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writer-ann-artist · 6 months

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Hi! I love 'the devils ángel'! Would you ever write a part 2??

The Devil's Ángel II

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"Mi amor."

Hiram purred into my ear to wake me up. Which worked, I rolled over and snuggled into his arms.

"Buen día, mi amor."

I spoke into his chest.

"Did Ronnie wake up yet?"

"He did, and I warmed the bottle as you told me to. He even burped when you said he would."

Hiram chuckled as he recalled his early morning.

"Did you go for your run yet?"

"No. It was still early, and you looked so lonely."

He pulled me closer to him, putting his head in my neck. I hum and held his arms as my back was to his chest.

"How about you get ready for your run? There will be food ready for you when you get back."

Hiram responded first with a big kiss on my cheek.

"That sounds like a deal. Mi angel eres demasiado buena para mi."

He kisses me again but on my lips. He's out of bed pretty fast, the morning person he is. I roll over and try to wipe the sleep away from my eyes.

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I was feeding Ronnie from my breast at Hiram's insistence. He said he didn't want me to change anything from my routine without him. Just that he wanted to be involved. It was sweet, but I was still uneasy about it since Veronica decided to have breakfast with us. Once I had finished feeding my baby, Hermine came in the apartment. We both greeted each other kindly, but her face remained stern. Since my being here, her and Hiram have been cross with each other. Me and V look at one another, knowing what was going to happen. She looks at her phone, texting someone before getting up to leave for school.

"Adios mi guapo mini yo."

She mumbled to Ronnie and kissed his head. She says bye to her mom and dad before completely leaving the home. With Ronnie asleep, it was easy to hear the private conversation between the married couple.

"You are not taking this seriously."

"I am taking this seriously. My priorities haven't changed, Hermine."

His wife sighs as he doesn't let her talk again. Instead, he gets up and greets his sleeping son. He kisses me on my forehead before mumbling his words.

"Como esta mi hombrecito guapo?"

"Él lo está haciendo bien. Comió bien así que estará durmiendo un rato."

I whisper back to him. He responds with a smile and kisses my lips.

"Volveré más tarde, no me esperes."

"Por supuesto mi amor."

He mumbles a bye to his son before giving him another kiss. He leaves behind Hermine after his goodbyes with a wave.

"I don't blame you, Anna."

Hermine spoke first. I looked up at her, shocked.

"I took him away from you. I gave him a new family to focus on. You should hate me."

I state sadly as I adjust Ronnie in my arms. When I first met Hiram, I didn't know about his family, but it didn't stop me when I found out either. It was impossible to leave him, especially when I found out I was having Ronnie.

"You would not be asking me to hate you if you did all that on purpose. I blame Hiram for putting you and your little boy in this mess."

She steps close and touches Ronnie's head softly. She smiled at him

"He looks just like Veronica did."

We both smile at the thought of our babies.

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I was sitting on the picnic blanket Veronica bought for today. She had insisted on getting one that was perfect for Ronnie. I was bouncing my baby boy while Hermine made faces at him. V had found her friends and they decided to walk around the park and talk. There was some press conference being held by the mayor that Hiram wanted us all to be there for, so here we are.

"He looks very cute in this jacket."

"I know right! One of Veronica's friends got it for him. They said he needed to 'represent'."

I giggle with Hermine. I hear feet crunching on some dead leaves, looking up I expect Hiram but instead a find a man. An older handsome man. I could feel my jaw hang open before muttering a pathetic hello. He smiles back at me and shyly waves.

"Did you need something?"

Hermine asked giving him her business voice. The man doesn't look at her as he responds.

"No, no just checking out the little guys outfit. He looks mighty handsome."

He pointed out my baby's jacket. I blush under his gaze. He had a handsome smile.

"Thank you, it was a gift actually."

"Awe shoot, this the little man Jughead was talking about. Now I'm thinking I should have asked more questions about mama."

The way he said 'mama' sent shivers up and down my spine, the same way when Hiram calls me 'Angel'. My cheeks heat up as he kneels down getting a better look at my baby.

"They sure are cute when their this small."

"You mentioned, Jughead. Is he, is he your son?"

God help me if I find another gather attractive. The man smile a proud smile that I see on Hiram's when he talks about his children.

"Yes, Jughead is my boy. If you couldn't tell by our dashing good looks."

He jokes making me laugh. My laugh triggers Ronnie's giggles.

"I see little man takes after mama."

I open my eyes after laughing to see his eyes on me and that dashing smirk that never leaves his face.

"I'm FP by the way."

"I'm Anna."

I smile as he doesn't reach out his hand asking for a handshake, like he knew I didn't like them. Harmine typed something on her phone and signaled she needed to go somewhere.

"I'll be fine."

I reassured her. She was hesitant, but one look at her phone reminded her how important what she needed to do was. Once she was away FP scooted onto the blanket next to me, pulling some leaves with him. Ronnie giggles at the crunching of the dead leaves.

"So, how do you know the Lodge's?"

I laugh as I was answering his question.

"I could ask you the same."

"You got me. We meet through very short business dealings."

I wince at his answer. With I sigh I bring the attention back on me and his original question.

"I don't know how to answer you question. It's,..."

"Complicated."

I smile and nodd at him, his eyes looking right back at me. I stared back at him enjoying his eyes on me.

"I'd imagine things get complicated around you."

I playfully scoff making Ronnie laugh.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

FP looks at Ronnie as if they were having a conversation but still talking to me.

"She knows what I'm talking about. Having a mama this hot draws a lot of attention I bet. Especially if she has you around."

I blush hard at his words.

"Awe, I made mama blush."

Ronnie giggles as he talks to FP. The man smiles enjoying the time with the baby. It made my stomach flutter. Until someone cleared their throat. We both look away from each other and Ronnie to look at who was wanting our attention. My smile falls when I see Hiram.

"Evening Lodge, how's the wife. Saw her earlier but business never stops for you guys."

FP laughs at his own joke. Hiram doesn't react. He just stares down FP like he was putting me in danger. I hadn't seen Hiram stare at someone like this since I was pregnant with Ronnie.

"Anna querida, la mía estaba buscando. Algo sobre un regalo para Ronnie."

"Oh, le encantará, estoy seguro. ¿No lo harás, muchacho?"

I speak to my baby making him laugh. I look up and find FP's eyes again.

"Creo que deberías acudir a ella en realidad. Estire las piernas."

My smile falters a little. He wasn't asking a question. But my smile picks up again. He probably just wants to go home he doesn't like being out of he can't dote on Ronnie the whole time. I gather Ronnie's things with him on my side.

"It was nice meeting you, FP."

"Nice meeting you too, doll face."

The nickname made me stutter and drop Ronnie's chupete. FP picked it up for me with that charming smirk of his.

"Gracias."

As I stand up I give him a wave and even make Ronnie wave bye. FP laughed and waved back. I smile and carry Ronnie to were Hiram gestured Veronica was waiting for me. Hiram never looked at me only FP. I felt bad that he was so irritated. Maybe I should have stayed home.

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#🖤🔪🐈‍⬛shyanns #hiram lodge x reader #hiram x reader #hiram lodge #age g4p #hiram x sugar baby reader #veronica lodge x reader platonic #hermione lodge #riverdale cw #The Devil's Ángel

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sylvienerevarine · 2 months

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WIP Whursday

@wispstalk tagged me in this and then I fell asleep. Here's what's popping in the land of my Dawnguard fic.

“Ronnie?” She rolled the word around in her mouth, feeling it out. “As in, short for Serana?” “Oh, I’m sorry, I should have asked,” Sophrine said quickly. “You don’t mind having a nickname, do you? I tend to distribute them liberally.” A nickname. Serana hadn’t had such a thing since she was tiny, when her parents had fondly called her “batling” from time to time. Of course, that had abruptly ended when she hit her teens–an almost-grown-up Volkihar heiress couldn’t indulge in things like whimsy or affection. “Ronnie,” she said again, and half-smiled. “I like it.” “Will you stop?” Isran exploded. “This is not a sewing circle, Aulette. This…creature came here with a supposedly urgent message for you, which is the only reason it’s still alive.” He turned to Serana, arms folded. “Let’s hear it, demon.” Serana pointedly ignored him, focusing on Sophrine. “Look, I’m trusting you–and I do mean you, not baldie here–with this information because you and your friends have been kind to me, and I wasn’t sure where else to turn. If I had your home address, I wouldn’t be in this damn castle.” “Do not give it your home address,” Isran ordered, when Sophrine opened her mouth slightly.

#serana can have a nickname as a treat #my writing #serana #oc: sophrine #skyrim

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 7 months

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Undertaker, Ronald, Edward and Charles Grey comforting their gf who lost their young niece in an accident(my 9 year old niece was killed nearing 2 years ago when a driver fell asleep at the wheel and jumped the curb)

I'm so sorry for your loss, sweetheart :(

and I hope that this is in some way healing for you! it actually felt kind of healing for me too-

I remember when my ex's young niece (I can't remember how old she was, four or five maybe) was killed, it's been at least five or six years now, and while I was never that close with his family in general, I still do remember the times I was over at his house for the parties where a low of his family was there and I got to play with his niece and, even though we weren't very close, I still remember her tiny smile and laugh

may both those darling little angels rest in peace and be forever remembered ❤️

It just… makes him sick to think about, you know? For a child who had their whole life ahead of her, someone who had so many people who love her, to be taken out of the world in an instant, it’s unfair. He’s in shock from the news, not only for (Name) and her emotions, but also likely because he’d undoubtedly met her niece. Played with her, spoke to her, sang her songs, looked after her. Even if it wasn’t a long time since they met, he still had a bond with the little girl. There’s no way he’s leaving his beloved’s side, no matter what that means. He’ll hold her and do anything she needs him to do. He has no words of comfort to offer except for something that tastes hollow coming out of his mouth: “At least she’s not suffering anymore. She’s with God now, my love.” Whether or not that’s any solace depends on his S/O. Regardless, he’s here for her. He’s not going anywhere, and if she didn’t know before that she could count on him in times of extreme stress, she knows now that she can.

How, but…? He just saw (Niece) the other day. This isn’t right… it can’t have happened so quickly, can it? He gets hit harder with shock than his S/O, because he’s almost in denial that she’s gone. It’s no question that he’s been around that little girl, gently teasing her and impressing her with his fencing and things like that. Despite that she wasn’t his blood, she was close enough. His focus rapidly shifts from his own feelings to (Name)’s, because after all, this was her niece. She was closer to that child than he was, she spent more time with her. This must be devastating, so he makes sure he’s there for her. He makes sure Phipps and John and Ash can handle everything for Her Majesty, then Grey takes his darling home. If anyone so much as makes a comment that it was ‘only’ her niece (“be thankful it wasn’t your daughter or something, then you’d really be sad”), they’ll find themselves staring down his sword. Whatever she needs him to do, he’ll do it. No questions, no judgment, just support.

Fuckin’… that just ain’t right. It’s not. Everyone else can tell him till they’re blue in the face that the universe works in mysterious ways and all that shite, but that doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t think an aunt should have to bury her niece, or a mother her daughter. That little girl probably knew him as ‘Uncle Ronnie’, because he loves children and was very friendly with her. Although he might have kept his distance from (Name)’s family in general, because he doesn’t want to put them in danger just by being near them, he came around often enough to know (Niece); he’d always have a piece of candy in his pocket when he knew he’d be visiting his S/O, just in case (Niece) happened to be there too. It makes him angry and sad and he knows he shouldn’t be angry because it was an accident. He just sort of wants someone to blame. Having someone to blame makes it easier… only he knows it really doesn’t. He’ll actually go so far as to shirk his duties completely, (when usually he at least half-asses them) so that he can comfort (Name). He’s bad with comfort, though, so she’s… she’s got to tell him what she needs. If she does that, he’ll make it happen. This is just such a mess, he doesn’t want her to go to a dark place she can never come back from.

… Tragedy. Awful, Goddamn, bloody tragedy. That’s the only word for it that he can conjure up. That’s the only word that exists for something like this. Cases where he had to reap the soul of a child are those which are burned into his brain from his previous work, and burned in further are the children’s funerals he’s presided over in his current work. He hates it. The loss of a little one is something he feels so heavily, no matter who that child was. ‘There’s always a reason for these things,’ the higher-up Reapers would tell him, but he can’t believe that. He remembers (Niece) all too well, the way he would play with her and tell her jokes and sit in on her tea parties when his darling had her around. He tries so hard to be brave for her, whisking her to privacy and offering to her family that he’ll take care of everything for (Niece)’s funeral; no payment of any kind necessary. (He never takes any payment for the little ones, anyway.) And he makes sure to take care of everything, keeping his S/O fed and cleanly dressed and whatever else she needs. She’s going to be able to grieve in peace, dammit. At the same time… this is the inspiration behind his Bizarre Dolls, that grief, a perfect subject. Who would deserve to be brought back from death, if not a child whose life was taken too soon? He’s… simply not sure if he can bring himself to corrupt his precious (Name)’s beloved niece in that way.

#child death tw #twilightlover2007 #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Edward #Grey #Ronald #Undertaker #reaction #romantic #platonic #angst #hurt/comfort #UGHHHHHH my heart :'c #one hell of a queue

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mariacallous · 5 months

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I’m a fan of Hanukkah. I love the way the candles smell as wax drips down the menorah, I love finding cute little presents for my nieces and nephews, and of course, I love the food.

What’s not to like when your religion literally dictates you eat fried food for eight days? Sure, I already have high cholesterol thanks to genetics, but I will never pass up an opportunity to eat fried potatoes, especially when they’re rabbi-approved.

But recently, I learned about another Hanukkah food tradition that I’m absolutely obsessed with: cheese. Why do I love this? One, because it’s based on the badass story of the forgotten Hanukkah heroine, Judith, who, in order to take down the evil Holofernes, who had taken over her city of Jerusalem, fed him so much cheese and wine that he eventually fell asleep — and she beheaded him. And two, because it’s cheese.

As Ronnie Fein wrote for the Nosher, her family honors the story of Judith every Hanukkah with cheese latkes. And while I’ve never had one, I’m sure that’s delicious.

But I have a modest proposal for you all: Why not make mozzarella sticks an official Hanukkah food?

Both fried and full of cheese, mozzarella sticks can be a deeply meaningful Hanukkah food while also doubling as the best appetizer ever, and that’s just a fact. Crispy on the outside, gooey on the inside, and requiring zero utensils, it’s hard for me to find a more perfect food. And now that I’ve realized they fit perfectly with the Hanukkah tradition, I’m even more excited to celebrate the Festival of Lights with this festival of bites (I’m so sorry, friends, I couldn’t help myself).

So, how can you enjoy mozzarella sticks this holiday season?

For starters, you can go to any diner or TGI Fridays and order as many baskets as your Hanukkah heart desires. I’ve also heard good things about Trader Joe’s frozen mozzarella sticks. But did you know it’s also super easy to make them at home? With string cheese?!

Yes, it’s true. After Googling, “Can you make mozzarella sticks out of string cheese?” one recent desperate evening, I found this recipe and promptly gave it a whirl. I cut the string cheese sticks in half for a slightly easier frying situation. The result was amazing, deep-fried goodness even better than what you get in any restaurant, all in a matter of minutes.

If you’re looking for a way to differentiate your Hanukkah mozzarella sticks from your everyday mozzarella sticks, you can skip the marinara sauce for a different kind of dip. As a nice Midwestern gal, I’m here to say that ranch makes an excellent mozz stick accoutrement, but you can also play around with tahini, guacamole, or even some chili jam. Also, you can dip them in nothing. They are already perfect, after all.

As you prepare for your Hanukkah celebrations this year, I hope you remember dear Judith and the miracle of oil, and honor both with a batch of fried cheese. Your rabbi wouldn’t want it any other way.

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Life-Sized Blogging

toushindai / 30s / cis female (she/her/hers)

A known bisexual. Administrative coordinator by day. Writer also by day. Asleep by night, unless something’s gone terribly wrong. Autistic, at all hours.

My special interests take the form of serial fandom obsessions. It’s currently and very narrowly whatever the fuck Rauru and Ganondorf have going on in Tears of the Kingdom right now. If you followed me for (counts backwards on fingers) Hades, Transistor, Baccano!, Soul Eater, or any other fandom I don’t post about anymore, sorry about that. I do not have any control over the direction of the special interest.

I write a lot of fanfiction, specializing--I may as well cop to this, I think it's been the case since I was in college--in what we'll call eroticized power dynamics. You can find me on AO3. You'll also find me occasionally peddling my wares on my nsfw twitter. My main twitter, wallofillusion, should be considered defunct at this point.

Below the cut, I'd like to highlight a few of the fics or fic series that I'm proudest of for each fandom.

Tears of the Kingdom

Questions of Kingship: Two PWP one-shots followed by a multichapter plotted work. Elements of dubcon and noncon throughout. Recommended if you like made-up politics, think TOTK maybe should have thought a little harder about the implications of its made-up politics, or just want to see two horrible men who hate each other fuck about it.

Following Ganondorf's oath of fealty to Hyrule, Rauru "invites" the Gerudo chief to stay at Hyrule Castle while Gerudo's subsumption into Hyrule is negotiated. It's a strategic action; Rauru does need to keep an eye on him. But his frustration with Ganondorf's false humility hides a desire that even he is not comfortable with, and Ganondorf has his own plans for the self-styled king of Hyrule.

Hades

Hello it is I a megzag main. reach out and grasp will be your best starting point. It focuses on Megaera's friendship with Thanatos and how it is affected by her (and Thanatos's) relationship with Zagreus. This series is available as a pay-what-you-want e-book at itch.io. From there, feel free to branch out; there is a lot of porn here and some things that are not porn. A further guide to my Hades fic can be found here.

Transistor

Not so much of the power dynamics in this fandom but I love Red/Boxer so much. I am not immune to a sword with a gentle voice. Here's the two of the on the verge of becoming a couple; here's what was as far as I can tell the first Red/Boxer smut on the entire internet even though I showed up three years late. Here is a post-game fic in which they finally must discuss the final act of the game.

Baccano!

Maskmaker trio my beloved. I've written over 100k across two separate "Monica is alive" AUs and my sole comfort is that I could never be as obsessed with this thought as Huey is.

Mad Religion is a one of my masterworks: set in the 2001 of an AU where Monica never died, Huey and Monica stumble upon a branch of SAMPLE only to discover that Elmer has already stumbled upon the cult on his own and is trying to make their sacrifice smile. Because that's what he's for--isn't it? If you like writing dealing with unnamed religious trauma, this one is for you.

Other than that--wow I cannot even begin to summarize my work in this fandom. Here's Ronny and Maiza getting to know each other in 1711. Here's Huey being the worst father imaginable to Liza. Here's a lil tone poem of Huey thinking on Monica and Elmer in the 1930s. Conversely here is Fermet leaning real hard on Huey's boundaries. There's more out there, my friends, but it's so scattered. I'm not even mentioning Ronny/Lucrezia here.

Soul Eater

Hello it is I a Medusa/Stein main. And also a "Stein's relationship with Lord Death/authority" main (I was working through some things at the time).

What it Means to Lose Control: When Stein has to give up control in order to fight, some are more than willing to step in and claim it from him. A Medusa/Stein divergent AU. I turned this into an e-book, with some side stories included; you can get that here (mobi | epub)

A God without an Ego: An examination of the relationship between Stein and Lord Death—where it works and where it falls apart. Looks like I never put this one on AO3... well, I'm not linking each piece individually on ff.n. The best way to read these ones is on e-book (mobi | epub)

Prior fandoms

If you want to go further back than "the tail end of my college years" godspeed and for god's sake please don't tell me about it. WallofIllusion on ff.n, you'll find some The World Ends With You, some Ace Attorney (original trio), some Death Note, and some Yu-Gi-Oh!. Also more Soul Eater than I transferred over to AO3.

#fanfiction #tou and her liveblogged life #tou wrote a thing

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spookychick78 · 8 months

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End Of The Line

Chapter 12: Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain

Thomas Hewitt X AFAB!OC

Warnings: Cannibalism, forced cannibalism, violence. This chapter is pretty heavy, so beware.

Word Count: 3,391

Sleep didn't come easy for Ronnie that night. The echo of the shotgun and that man's eyes came for her each time she shut her own. How could she sleep with such guilt weighing heavy on her head? She wondered if he was still down there in that chair unmoving, stiff, or worse. She wondered if they'd taken him to the basement where she should have ended up when she first passed through the front door. He had taken her place. She knew nothing of him, but their stories had been the same. He had taken the same road she had, he was going somewhere, only he ran into her, not Thomas. Ronnie had been the one who led him right into their trap, she had played into their game, whether she meant to or not. Only, unlike Ronnie, maybe he had a family, a wife who would wake tomorrow and the days that followed to an empty space beside her. Those eyes she kept seeing belonged to someone's son, brother, husband, father and his blood was on her hands. She may not have pulled the trigger, but she put him in front of the gun. She put him face to face with death because she wanted to live and he paid the price.

She sat up and peered over the edge of the bed to see Thomas was fast asleep. She had given up on getting any of her own at that point, so she quietly let her bare feet fall to the floor. She kept a close eye on him as she silently turned the doorknob. Once the door was opened, she stuck her head out to make sure the rest of the family was asleep. The silence that hung about the old house reassured her that they were, so she crept down the stairs. Her body felt heavy as fear weighed down each step she took towards the dining room. She had to see if they'd left him in that chair. As she rounded the corner she saw it was empty in its spot at the head of the table. The moonlight from the windows made the blood stains he'd left behind just barely visible. She made her way over to it and let her hand rest on the wood. Luda had done her best to clean the blood, but she could see where it had sunk in deep to leave a reminder of what they'd done. Of what Ronnie had done. Had she just accepted her fate, he wouldn't have met his there. He would never have had that expression that haunted her so on his face. She had never seen such terror in someone's eyes before as he begged death himself for mercy. It sent a chill racing through her bones because in watching his death, she feared she saw her own. She not only saw it in the stranger's eyes, she saw it in Hoyt's. That man was just a placeholder for who he really wanted to shoot. His blood would satisfy death for now, but it was her's he'd aimed to spill. She had taken Thomas' loyalty for her own without even knowing it and she knew sooner or later she would pay.

She heard the floorboards creak behind her and she held her breath until she felt a familiar hand on her shoulder. She let out a ragged sigh as she tried to tear her eyes away from the empty chair.

"I couldn't sleep," she whispered.

He knew she couldn't, he hadn't expected her to. Death was a way of life there, but he remembered well what it took from him the first time he'd seen it up close. After so much, he'd been left almost completely numb to it, but the cuts it left were deep. His had long since scarred over, as would her's with time, but the scars would remain until they both met their own end.

She turned to face him, "Will I ever?"

Sleep would find her again, but not easily, not for sometime. He could see she was in desperate need of it, though. He gave her a nod before he took her hand in his to lead her back upstairs. She reluctantly let him pull her away from the table. Just before they reached the bottom of the stairs her eyes landed on the basement door. She felt sick just looking at it. She knew he was down there, she could feel it. Thomas felt her stop and turned to catch her staring at the metal door. He felt a pit in his stomach the longer her eyes lingered there. He knew he couldn't hide it from her forever, but seeing what was down there, especially that night, would break her in ways she wasn't ready for. No, she was too fragile in that moment. Any forgiveness she might have found for him would die down there. He squeezed her hand and she turned to face him. He shook his head at her and silently begged her to tame that growing curiosity within her. Ronnie was frightened enough to ignore her desire for further knowledge for now, but her eyes kept wandering in its direction the whole walk up the stairs.

They entered their bedroom and went to their separate resting places. As she stared up at the ceiling she wondered how many hours it would be until the sun rose. The darkness was doing her no favors as she resumed her struggle to find sleep. She knew he must have been doing the same as she listened to him try to find comfort on the wooden floor. She shut her eyes only to find that man waiting for her once more, only this time he was in that basement. She felt tears stinging her tired eyes.

"Thomas," she said quietly into the darkness.

He turned his head towards the bed and waited for her to continue. It was a long while until she did as if what she was about to say was something she wasn't yet sure of.

"I can't lay here alone tonight," she whispered.

He knew she shouldn't want that. His own hands had dealt worse than what she'd seen Hoyt do. He was keeping secrets that would hurt her far worse than she knew. He felt more guilt than ever that she had no choice but to ask a monster to lie next to her to ease her mind. But he wanted to. He wanted to badly.

"Please," he heard her say under her breath.

She felt his weight sink the spot on the bed beside her. Though it was hotter than ever in that room, she was surprisingly cold. Her hand rested on his chest and stung his skin through the thin cloth of his shirt. He could feel her tears on his shoulder where she buried her face. He wanted so badly to offer her relief from the pain she felt, but he was so out of his element. She was something so different than anything he'd ever experienced. For anyone else here, she was unbreakable, but for some reason she trusted him enough to let him see her come apart. He wasn't sure what he was doing to earn more of her, but he had every intention to keep doing it. To know he was what she needed, even if it was just for that moment, made him feel something he wasn't sure he'd ever truly felt before. He felt warm. He stayed awake until he heard her soft snores in his ear. Once she was still, he let his hand rest on top of her's.

Hunger woke her earlier than she hoped. She winced as her stomach tightened in on itself with an angry growl. Other than the scraps here and there that Luda had offered her, food wasn't something she'd had in what felt like ages. Though this morning, her hunger felt the worst it had been since she got there. She lifted her head off of Thomas' shoulder and realized it was due to the smell wafting up the stairs. She breathed in and a mixture of seasonings filled her nostrils, which drew another growl out of her empty stomach. A wave of relief had just started to wash over her until it was stopped short by a horrifying realization. The man from the night before. She suddenly felt overcome with nausea and hopped up from the bed. Thomas woke to find her heaving. He sat up, concerned, then he smelled it too. He was just as hungry as she was, but he had a feeling he wouldn't be partaking in the day's meal. If he wanted to keep her trust, he couldn't. Ronnie stood back up and he could see she was back to her stubborn self from the look in her eyes.

"I know you're just as hungry as I am, but Thomas," she said as she shook her head, "this is wrong. We can't."

He silently agreed with her as he got out of the bed. He was well aware going down there and refusing the food that was made would only cause more tension between the two of them and Hoyt. Then again at this point, what didn't. He had a feeling Hoyt was beginning to realize his plan to force Thomas into a life of misery with this woman had gone more than awry. She was changing him and quickly. The more he saw of that, the worse he would become. He hoped Ronnie could handle it as well as he could, because it wasn't going to be easy. Hoyt ruled this roost. He had a way of doing things and he didn't like to be challenged.

Before he opened the door, Ronnie grabbed his arm, "I don't wanna go down there," she said as she held her nose to keep the sickly sweet smell of that meat out.

He took her hand in his and squeezed. They couldn't stay up there, it would only disrupt things further, but he'd be right beside her. She let out a frustrated sigh and relented. She followed him down the stairs and the smell only got more intense. He could feel her dragging her feet behind him the closer they got to the kitchen. Mama was setting the table in the dining room when they walked in. Thomas did his best not to allow himself to look at the full plate she set down at his usual spot. This time it was Ronnie who squeezed his hand to remind him not to give in.

"Glad y'all are up, I just finished cookin'," Mama said as she motioned for him to take a seat.

He heard Hoyt's footsteps behind them and didn't have to look to know he was leaning in the doorway, watching. Thomas gave his Mama a pained expression, he knew she wouldn't quite understand why he would refuse the meal she had prepared.

"I know you ain't tellin' me you're not hungry, Thomas," Mama responded, concerned.

"He's not," Ronnie cut in as she folded her arms, "neither am I."

"Bullshit," Hoyt said as he walked past them.

He had a plate in his hand that he set at the head of the table, right where blood from the night before stained the spot underneath it. He looked right at Ronnie with a grin.

"Sit down," he ordered the two of them, "and eat."

"I ain't eatin' that," Ronnie said as she glared at Hoyt through darkened eyes.

He clenched his jaw before he took a few painfully slow steps towards her. Thomas tensed as Hoyt got close enough so that he was almost touching her. Ronnie refused to back down as she craned her neck up to hold his unsettling gaze.

"Hoyt," Mama said sharply, "they'll eat if they're hungry enough."

Hoyt lingered a moment more before he scoffed and went to take his seat.

"Why don't you both just sit for awhile," Mama said in an attempt to break the tension.

Thomas looked to Ronnie who reluctantly nodded her head. Hoyt watched the exchange and shook his head.

"You're so whipped, boy and you ain't even gotten any," he muttered.

Mama shot him a disapproving look as Thomas walked towards the head of the table.

"No," Hoyt said before he could sit down, "she's sittin' there today."

Ronnie briefly imagined breaking that damn plate over his ugly head as he waited for her to move. She could tell he wanted her to protest, but she wouldn't give in, not just yet.

"Hoyt," Mama said again, agitated this time.

"No," Ronnie said firmly, "it's fine. I'll sit."

She marched over to the chair and sat in it. She kept her eyes forward to ignore the deep red stains on the wood. She was glad to see that grin didn't spread across his face this time. He only glared back at her until Luda instructed him to say grace. He pushed his seat back and stood to bow his head.

"Lord, we bow our heads in prayer to thank you for providing food when we were hungry. We especially want to thank you for Ronnie," he said.

Ronnie cut her eyes up to him. She knew she wasn't going to like where he was going with this.

"She proved she may be quite the provider herself by bringin' us the biggest meal we've had in ages," he continued.

Ronnie felt her stomach turn as he opened his eyes to study the sickened expression on her face with satisfaction. She silently hated the victory he'd achieved by playing on her guilt.

"We sure are thankful for her, lord. Amen," he finished before he took his seat again.

He kept his eyes on her as he tore into the meat in front of him. She had to look away, she'd never seen something so vile.

"God, that's good," Hoyt said with a full mouth, "he had enough meat on him to last a good few weeks, don't you think, Mama?"

Luda and Monty hummed in satisfied agreement as they too helped themselves to large forkfuls of the poor man. Thomas couldn't look either, he was so hungry, but he was determined not to let it show. It hadn't bothered him like this in awhile, but watching them eat with a full plate in front of him when he hadn't eaten in ages was more than painful. The worst part was not knowing when either of them would get the chance to eat something again. If she hadn't realized by now that food, especially anything other than what the rest of his family was eating, was a rarity around here she was about to find out the hard way. If he wanted a happy wife, he knew he'd have to be right there with her, starving. He wasn't quite sure what Hoyt had meant by saying he was 'whipped', but he reckoned he probably wasn't wrong, cause he'd starve with her if that's what she wanted.

Hoyt finished his plate and leaned back in his chair. He curled his lip as he looked at the untouched food in front of Thomas and Ronnie.

"It'd be a shame if you two dumb asses let that go to waste, 'specially after Mama spent all mornin' slavin' over it for you," he said as he eyed Thomas specifically, "and you don't wanna hurt Mama's feelin's do you, Tommy?"

Thomas could feel his gaze heavy on him, but he refused to look up. He heard him shove his chair back to walk around the table to him. He rested his hands on his shoulders before he began to speak again.

"One bite ain't gonna kill you now, is it?" He said smugly.

"He doesn't want it," Ronnie said sharply.

Hoyt looked right at her as he leaned down to whisper in Thomas' ear, "What's she gonna do about it, boy? Not like got somethin' to lose, we all know she ain't fuckin' you."

"Hoyt," Luda snapped.

"If they ain't gonna eat it, hand it over," Monty said through his already full mouth.

"No," Hoyt said as he moved from Thomas to Ronnie, "they're gonna eat it."

He stood behind her and grabbed her jaw. Thomas quickly pushed himself up from his chair, but Hoyt stopped him where he stood.

"You sit the fuck down or I'll break her damn neck," Hoyt said as he eyed Thomas.

Thomas looked at her frightened eyes, but he did as he asked. He knew he meant what he said and he wouldn't have time to stop him if he tried. He had no choice but to listen. Hoyt tore off a piece of the meat on Ronnie's plate and brought it to her. She did her best to keep her mouth shut, but he dug his fingers through her lips so forcefully that she couldn't. She screamed in protest, but she was helpless to stop him just as Thomas was.

"You'll thank me later, girl," Hoyt muttered as he shoved the meat in her mouth, "now chew."

Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head no, but Hoyt wouldn't budge. He took her jaw and forced her to chew.

"If you don't swallow it, I'll push it down your damn throat myself," he said through gritted teeth.

"Hoyt, stop it," Luda finally chimed in, though her voice wasn't as sturdy as it usually was. It sounded shaky as if she was just as frightened to challenge him as Thomas and Ronnie were.

"Hush up, Mama. I'm teachin' her a lesson," he said with a grin as he watched Ronnie swallow the food, "you don't bite the hand that feeds."

He looked over to Thomas who had his fists clenched, "Same goes for you, boy. Wipe that damn look off your face and eat or she ain't leavin' this table breathin'."

He looked to Ronnie once again. It broke his heart to see her relent this time. She nodded as much as Hoyt's grip would allow and Thomas ate as fast as he could.

"That's right. Clean the damn plate," Hoyt said smugly before he ripped his hand from Ronnie's face, "fuckin' ingrates."

Ronnie stood quickly and ran out of the room with tears rolling down her face. Hoyt went to follow her, but Mama was quick to stop him.

"That's enough. You let her be," she said sternly with a disgusted expression on her face, "Thomas, honey, you go to her. Make sure she's alright."

"Go on to your master, boy," Hoyt muttered as he watched Thomas with a wicked grin.

Thomas clenched his fists tighter than ever. He'd never wanted to lay a hand on him more than he did in that moment. He left the room without so much as a glance in his direction. He couldn't stand to see him look so pleased with himself after what he'd just done to her.

"What is wrong with you?" He heard Mama say to Hoyt as he exited the room.

He found Ronnie in the bathroom forcing her fingers down her throat. She sobbed through her gags, but her body refused to give up the only sustenance it had been offered in weeks. She slammed her fist against the wall beside her so hard he was afraid that she might have broken bones and the scream she let out sounded so pained. The sobs that came from her were frightening. They weren't like the ones he'd heard before, they were almost unnatural they were filled with so much grief. What had just happened had taken a part of her, that was evident. What little sanity she had been holding onto thus far was now dangerously close to slipping from her grip. He knelt down and grabbed her by her waist. He let himself fall against the wall as he held her in his lap. He couldn't watch her hurt herself more than she already was. Her fingers dug into his arm as she continued to dry heave. He rested his forehead on her back and winced as he felt her tear into his skin. He knew she didn't mean to, her body tensing was far out of her control. After a long while she finally let her head fall back onto his shoulder, exhausted.

"Thomas," she said in between breaths, "I'm. Gonna fucking. Kill him."

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